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toorurs · 1 day
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and i don't even like you that much - wait, i do, fuck. it wasn’t supposed to go like this. from countless teasing, unnecessary but amusing arguments and playful banter to blushing from ear to ear upon seeing you. rushing to your aide when he sees you struggling, reasoning it by saying that you owe him a favour and being indebted to him. but it’s quite obvious (to everyone) that he does it for one sole reason - your undivided attention. his friends tease him for the wide grin that appears on his face whenever he spots you and how you have him wrapped around your pinky. honestly kind of goes in one ear and out of the other as he stares at you in enamoredness, bewitched by just the sight of you. but shit, maybe his friends are right - he's absolutely whipped for you. 
CHILDE, lyney, GOJO SATORU, aventurine, michael kaiser, reo mikage, ATSUMU MIYA, toru oikawa, rafayel + your favs
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the-travelling-witch · 15 hours
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𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌-𝐔𝐏
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summary: when you forget to bring your jacket, an unlikely hero comes to your rescue; is there more to his chivalrous action than meets the eye?
pairing: kaiser x gn! reader
warnings: fluff, kaiser being kaiser; i’m still on hiatus but i have to free this idea from my mind or it won’t let me go, also i thought it was super fun when they spoke german in the manga so here we are
blue lock masterlist
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“Is it me or is it chillier than normal in here?” You asked, rubbing your palms over your goosebump-ridden arms. As an assistant manager, you’d been next to the pitch more often than you could count, but on this day it seemed like someone turned up the AC.
“Hm, dunno. Seems normal to me,” Kurona said after contemplating for a few seconds. “You’re not getting sick, are you?”
“I don’t feel like it, no,” you wondered aloud as you watched the Bastard München and FC Barcha players walk onto the court. As much as you’d hate to miss the beginning of the Neo Egoist League, perhaps you should make the track back to your room. “I think I’ll go grab my jacket—“
Your sentence was cut off by fabric covering your head, making you flinch in the sudden darkness.
“Hier, nimm meine. (Here, take mine.)” A voice that had quickly become familiar since the foreign teams were introduced passed by and when you lifted the front of the jacket, you found none other than Michael Kaiser in your field of view. As usual, he was looking rather smug for no reason whatsoever.
Still, he was one of the last people you’d expect to help you out, so the raise of your eyebrow was somewhat inevitable.
“Versteh mich nicht falsch, (Don’t get me wrong,)” he continued, cerulean eyes trained on you, “ich mach das nur, dass du von Anfang an zusehen kannst, wie ich Blue Lock vernichte. (I’m only doing this so you can watch from the beginning as I crush Blue Lock.)
“Und da ich sowieso nicht auf die Bank gehöre, macht’s mir nichts aus, wenn jemand meine Jacke aufwärmt. (Also, since I won't be benched anyway, I don’t mind having someone warm up my jacket for me.)” And with that, he sauntered off towards the centre of the field, the self-satisfied grin still tugging on his lips.
“He’s such a jackass,” Raichi scoffed, his jaw locked and a vein protruding from his neck. “Now I wanna play even more, just so I can teach him a lesson.”
“Now now, let’s not get hasty,” you chuckled, holding the Bastard München jacket in your hands. “As much as I understand where you’re coming from, I don’t think it’s a good idea to pick a fight with our guests on the first match day.”
The fact that you knew about the auction system and livestream you’d keep hidden for now.
“While I really don’t like the guy,” Kurona cut in before Raichi could add anything else, “I still think you should wear the jacket. It won’t do anyone any good if you really get sick. You can still go get yours after the match.”
“As much as I hate to admit it, I agree,” Isagi sighed next to him. “It is probably for the best.”
“Fine, fine,” you mumbled, sliding your arms through the comfortable sleeves of Kaiser’s jacket, bunching it up at your wrists so it wouldn’t cover your fingers.
And with that, the whistle signalled the start of the match.
To no one’s surprise, the match was shaping up to be a great one from the start, the quality and speed of the plays upped significantly with the inclusion of the top league players. Though, for some reason or another, you just couldn’t tear your eyes away from München’s number 10, the same number currently decorating your back.
You knew Kaiser was good, considering he was hailed as a prodigy for the New Generation World XI. And yet, seeing him play was a whole different experience from watching the tapes. From his superb ball control to his efficient movements and precise awareness of the field, all culminating in a lightning fast Kaiser Impact, he basically demanded your attention to be on him.
So when his gaze crossed yours after scoring a goal, you felt like you were getting caught red handed by the amused crease of his eyes. With the way heat shot up your body in embarrassment, you might not have needed his jacket anymore.
By the end of the match, your brain felt as tired as if you had played yourself, trying to keep up with the new level to which football at Blue Lock had been raised. Subsequently, you zoned out for most of Ego’s explanation of the auction system, only to zone back in as Kaiser’s 300 million Yen bid was displayed for everyone to see. And while you swallowed hard at that number, the striker in question seemed rather unfazed.
Instead, he sauntered over to where you were standing, still wearing his jacket. You were halfway out of the garment already when he came to a halt in front of you, his long fingers tangling in the fabric to keep it wrapped around your shoulders.
“Hast du nicht gesagt, dir ist kalt? (Didn’t you say you were cold?)” He asked, blue eyes sparkling down at you with an unreadable expression. “Behalt sie an. Zumindest bis du deine eigene holst. (Keep it on. At least until you get your own.)”
“What? No!” You protested, further trying to shrug off the jacket. Despite shoving it back down to where it came from, a small part of you agreed with him, not wanting to give it back quite yet. “You need it more than I do!”
“Hm? Es ist süß, dass du dich um mich sorgst, (It’s cute that you’re worried about me),” he teased, amusement written all over his face, “aber es ist wirklich unnötig. (but, really, it’s unnecessary.)”
“Absolutely not! If you get sick because of me, I’ll never hear the end of it,” you groaned, finally wrestling yourself out of his jacket and shoving it in his arms. “So just take the damn jacket, Kaiser.”
“Nenn mich einfach Michael, okay?) Just call me Michael, alright?)” One finger tilted up your chin, so you wouldn’t avoid meeting his gaze any longer. “Immerhin kennen wir uns gut genug, dass du dir meine Jacke leihst. (After all, we’re close enough for you to borrow my jacket.)”
“Whatever you’re trying to play here, cut it out!” Before he could have a chance to feel the heat rising to your cheeks, you whirled around to make a swift exit and get your thoughts in order again. 
In that moment, you were so distracted by the blond, you’d forgotten the whole world could see you wearing his name on your back. You’d later be reminded of it when seeing comments flooding social media, cooing about the gesture or speculating about your relationship with one another. But that was still far from your mind at present, which was still trying to figure out his reasons for behaving like he did.
Meanwhile Kaiser, who watched you retreat into Blue Lock’s hallways, couldn’t stop the smile from tugging at his lips. Perhaps someone here was worthy of devoting his time to after all.
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tnt-kokoo · 19 hours
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Siblings talk
Part two of the chigiri series
paring: Chigiri Hyoma × fem!reader
summary: A girl with a fear of boys is new to the school and her class. As Chigiri sees her he falls head over heels inlove with her but doesn't know just yet the reason for her fear, as well as y/n not knowing the 'pretty girl' she was talking to was actually a boy.
warnings:
masterlist part one ; part three
After school Chigiri could only watch as you keep talking to the girls and completely ignore the guys and even go as far as to walk away (respectfully). He then couldn't help but think about the fact that he lied to you about being a girl. If some people from class tell you the truth, he would not ONLY be called a liar but also a pervert for making you think he was a girl.
Who knows what people will think about, hearing he lied about that.
But what was the red head gonna do now?? It seemed like no one even muttered a word to you about his secret yet but he couldn't keep this up for so long now, could he?
He needed someone's advice and he knew just the right person.
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Opening the front door quickly, he took his shoes of and ran upstairs towards the door he knew all to well (from the outside, he wasn't allowed to enter the room).
Bargening into the room his eyes searched for the only person who was able to help him,
his sister.
"I NEED YOUR HEL-"
"Get out." She said before Hyoma could even finish his sentence.
Without thinking he closed the door right after and went back onside like it was in his muscle memory.
He realized what he did and opened the door again and this time without the intention to get out again without the assistance of his sister.
"Didn't I just tell you, to get put? Don't make me repeat it again, Hyo." She said in a sassy way. That's what makes the two so similar.
"Please.. I've made a big mistake and I NEED your help." Hyoma said in a pleading voice. His sister looked at him for a second thinking whether to help or not. But she decided for the first option.
"What happened." She asked after noticing the younger seemed to still be fidgeting and anxious.
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"So let me get it straight. You fell inlove, she thought you were a girl and then instead of correcting her you agreed?"
"Yea"
....
The older sister started laughing while the red haired boy couldn't help but be embarrassed.
"STOP LAUGHING"
"I am sorry, but it's just so funny seeing you not correct someone on missgendering you, little brother..." She started and her laughing got quieter until she continued on a more serious tone, "But it's kind of sad if I am honest. I mean she must has a reason why she is avoiding guys and while you're making her think you're a girl, she could get seriously hurt or afraid of you when she realizes you aren't a girl."
With a sigh Hyoma knew he had to tell you the truth even if you would avoid him.
With that new idea he went in his own room to do his homework since it's late now. Walking through the door of his own room now, he could see the darkness from outside the window and with that he sat down on his chair and started his school stuff.
Halfway through he got a message from an unknown number.
'Who-'
Unknown
'Hey Chi, it's me Y/n'
'I got your number from a classmate'
'Wanted to ask if you wanna show me around after school tomorrow??'
Seeing you use a nickname on him made his heart swell and texting back he didn't even seem to remember what he promised himself. He quickly changed your name and texted you back.
Chigiri
'Sure y/n'
'Any special places you wanna go to?'
Y/n
'hmmm'
'how about the beach side of Kagoshima?'
Chigiri
'sounds like a plan then, n/n' *deleted*
'sounds like a plan then'
The boy smiled at his phone as the girl he liked texted him a good night.
That night he went to sleep with a smile on his face.
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AN: Okokkk part two is doneee and I also searched everywhere where ethe blue lock boys are from and I saw a reddit post saying he was from Kagoshima 😭😭 I hope it's true
also I didn't check for mistakes, sorry
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steleir · 1 day
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MASTERLIST ⊹ #PROLOGUE: WHEN FOREVER FELL APART ⊹ NEXT: ALWAYS, WHENEVER.
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𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ : loving itoshi sae was a sacrifice, one you were always unknowingly willing to make. 
✦ . fem! chef! reader x itoshi sae | 3.1k wc. | fluff, angst, mentions of alcohol, suggestive, ceo! sae, arguments, smoking, parties, cheating, this is fucking ass but it’s a prologue so it’s ok. (more could be added) not proofread lol…
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UNIVERSITY: SECOND YEAR.
Of course, yet again, he leaves without saying a word. Honestly, no matter how much you liked to think that you had Itoshi Sae figured out, he proceeds to prove you wrong at every turn.
You’ve known Sae ever since your first year of high school; then he was a sweet boy. But, as the years progressed, you noticed these changes in him.
Many said it was the fact that soon he’d have to give up his football career and take over his father's company.
You always knew he hated that someday, since he was the heir to the company, he’d have to give up the thing he loved most, football.
Of course, he did have a brother, but he too loved football, and honestly, he couldn’t bear having to make his brother give up the thing he loved most too.
Maybe that’s how you found yourself beneath him for the hundredth time.
Every time you tried to talk to Sae like a normal person, he’d shut you up with a kiss. Were you two dating? Of course not! It would be outrageous if you two were complete opposites.
But it didn’t really stop this little thing you had going on. It was kind of on and off. Only until one of you finds a partner.
But you enjoyed it and hoped it would never end. It wasn’t that you liked him like that. He just pleased you in a way no man ever really did.
So perhaps that is why you always saw Arakaki Naomi as a sort of threat?
You saw that innocent smile she put on for him when she touched his arm and tugged lightly at his sleeve.
It was hypocritical of you; you were always flirting with other men in an attempt to possibly find a man who could be better than Itoshi Sae. But everyone knows that’s impossible—at least until you meet Oliver Aiku.
He was a friend of Naomi’s, and soon the four of you became a sort of friend group.
He had black as green hair and two different coloured eyes, which you, admittedly, found beautiful.
Debatably, his eyes could rival those of Itoshi Sae.
UNIVERSITY: THIRD YEAR
The thing with you and Sae went on, and god, did you want more. A lot more.
But it seemed he didn’t. He always walked out on you the second you both reached your climax; it was over.
You hated it; maybe that’s why part of you now feels that you want to end it.
But you—everyone—knew you couldn’t do it. You stayed patiently waiting, with the mindset that you could possibly change him.
You just never expected the possibility that he actually did love you already.
You didn’t expect that every second that you weren’t with him was practically torture for him.
Maybe he concealed the fact when he saw you hitting on all those guys, or when he saw how close you’d gotten to Oliver.
… Yea, he hated that. Oliver Aiku didn’t deserve an angel like you, not in a million years.
However, you seemed to think otherwise. He also hated that.
He was always talking to you, flirting not so subtly, and the heart eyes you sent him were just so painfully obvious.
That’s when he started getting rougher with you in bed, letting out his anger.
Was it stupid to simply not approach you and confess his everlasting love for you then? Yes, of course. But you seemed to not care about him that way at all.
UNIVERSITY: FOURTH YEAR
This was your last straw. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary—him walking out when you reached your climax but not speaking to you for two weeks?
And today, after ignoring your calls, texts, or every time you tried to approach him in the large halls of the university, then proceeding to show up to your small apartment that you shared with a friend, with his hands all over you before you even got the chance to muster a word, you snapped.
Or, at least, you snapped in your head. Every insult imaginable was racing through your head the entire time, even when he was literally fucking you dumb.
What was his goal in all this? Make himself the only thing that you could think of. Because if it was, his plan was working. Just not exactly how he wanted it either.
You panned on staying calm, ending this whole thing over text once he left, because you knew you couldn’t do it face-to-face.
Until he gave you that rare sweet smile, reserved only for you, or at least what he said.
That’s when you couldn’t bottle it up anymore, yelling everything you felt and yelling at him to get out.
You ran to Oliver’s house crying that night. He was the only person who understood you that way. Naomi was too in love with him to care; telling her about what you two have been doing for the past few years wasn’t really the best idea.
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The years after that were kind of a mess. You and Sae drifted; he tried to make an effort to get you to talk to him, but you could barely face him.
During those months, you relied on Oliver to be your comfort. He graduated law school a year before you graduated from your university, and so did Naomi, so they were both working (coincidentally) in the same firm as associates.
You had to admit they were both really good, and it would only be a matter of time before they both climbed through the ranks.
You, however, were still contemplating what to do. You majored in English, but you weren’t sure if you really wanted to pursue journalism like you originally intended to.
Honestly, for you, that year was really just one you wasted.
Music blasted, a cigarette was placed between your upper and lower lips, and smoke came out of your mouth when you removed it.
Usually, you weren’t a fan of parties or smoking, but Naomi seemed to have an influence over you.
“Stop sulking in the corner and come dance with me!” She laughed, the stench of alcohol evident on you.
You came here to have fun, but everything—the smell of alcohol reminded you of sae. The second time he ever came over to have sex with it, it was, as anyone would expect it to be, awkward.
So you got drunk, just to desensitise yourselves from the fact that what you’re doing is bound to ruin your friendship at some point.
The music may not be the same song, but you often put music on during those intimate times between you both, which eventually stopped, with Sae’s excuse of wanting to hear you properly.
The dress you wore. A black one you had and wore once before he quickly took it off you, though he seemed to like the dress and the way it fit so well around your figure.
You got up following her, the cigarette now in between your index and middle fingers, Naomi pulling on your free hand.
Soon, you found yourself surrounded by a group of boys, more specifically Oliver, Shido, and Sae.
You didn’t even realise the look of distaste that took form on your face or how you took a few steps back.
Naomi was right beside you, chatting with all the boys minus Sae.
You both stood there quietly, and he opened his mouth to speak, but you quickly moved yourself between Shido and Oliver in an attempt to stop the boy from speaking about what he wanted too.
You too took another smoke from your cigarette, which brought you a sort of relief, and suddenly your name was brought up in the conversation.
“(Name), you don’t have a boyfriend, right?” Shido winked at you, taking a sip from his drink, a giggle escaping from the ginger-haired girl. “‘Cause I think Aiku might be interested!” He wiggled his eyebrows, eyes shifting between you both, as the boy with a faint stubble nudged him with his elbow.
A smile formed on your face, but a scowl formed on Sae’s. You liked the sight of it—the judging look he’d send everyone—but now it was specifically directed at Aiku.
And you knew why.
Though you weren’t sure how, by the end of the day, you found yourself in Aiku's apartment, kissing him.
He asked you out on a date a week later, and shockingly, you both seemed perfect for each other.
You, of course, were aware of his whole womaniser antics; you lived through them. You watched him break girls hearts over and over again, but it wouldn’t hurt to see how this would turn out, right? After all, it wasn’t like there was a man chasing after you anyway.
So, one date turned into two, then three, and then four, and then he asked to be your boyfriend. You gladly accepted.
Though you simply didn’t imagine that you’d only have eight months together, really before you moved to Paris, deciding to pursue fashion,.
You were really good, since you’d grown up with a mother who worked in the field and who also taught you how to make clothes, knit, crochet, etc.
It was always simply a hobby of yours—nothing you ever thought of pursuing—but you started loving it more than just a hobby.
You were unsure just how long you’d stay there, and you really didn’t want to make Oliver wait for you.
And then you broke up with him after breaking the news to him. It hurt you in a way when he seemed to not care, but you realised he did the second you noticed that glint in his eyes disappear, his cocky behaviour wavering.
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It’s been four years since then, and, to be honest, you had lots of fun in Paris. You were successful after a lot of hard work, but as the months passed, you found yourself bored with this job.
Fashion is amazing and beautiful, but it simply is not for you.
However, you still never regretted the fact that you went to that beautiful city, explored its wonders, and learned the beautiful language quite a bit.
Yet, it was time for you to go home. Which was exactly where you were headed now. Your head was tiredly resting on the window, staring at the dark sky, as you began to see more city light the closer you got to Japan.
You couldn’t wait to see your family again and to see Oliver again. To your surprise, he waited for you. Which you thought would not happen in a million years, not when there were so many better women he could have had the chance to meet.
Take Naomi for example; she had beautiful silky ginger hair and green eyes—not only that, but how smart she was.
Also, she saw Oliver all the time, as they both still worked for the same firm. Their skills quickly got them to the position of senior partners.
But it didn’t matter; he waited, and you had no reason to think about it further.
After two hours, you finally reached home. Everyone was there, except Sae. Which wasn’t a shock; from what you heard, he took over his dad’s business, and No was constantly flying around for work.
No one really heard from him; he closed himself off. He buried himself in work just like he did with football, never daring to ask for help.
You couldn’t care, however. Not when you finally get to see Aiku face-to-face again. You visited for a month or two every year, but nothing more.
His hand rested on your thigh as you admired the sights in Tokyo, which you’d already seen a million times when you grew up, but this was home.
Naomi butchered with your younger brothers in the back seat of the car, her childish behaviour shining through like a light.
Your parents took the other, which was filled with all the luggage that couldn’t fit in Oliver’s car.
Honestly, you had no social battery. No will to talk to anyone; simply enjoy the sweet melody of their laughter and jokes that you missed hearing face-to-face.
You spent the nights at your parents house, where they told you that you could reside for as long as it takes for you to find a job again.
You hated relying on other people. Whether it was for money, a place to live, or even if they lent you a simple hair tie, You always felt obligated to repay them. Even if it was your own parents.
You were twenty-eight. You weren’t a child anymore; you shouldn’t be relying on them. Even for the smallest things.
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Often, you find yourself in the kitchen, ignoring all your problems.
It had been a few months since you landed, and you still hadn’t found out what you wanted to do.
It was frustrating; you were getting lazy, and you hated how you did almost any chore you could think of to keep yourself from going crazy.
And Oliver, he was giving you mixed signals.
He’d call, he’d text, and you’d hang out, but anytime you tried to talk about the two of you, he seemed to shut you up with anything he possibly could.
Life was a mess. At least until Naomi and Oliver threw a party celebrating a big case they both had done together.
You dressed yourself in a pretty white dress that reached just above your thighs.
A simple make-up look since you found yourself with no time left before you had to head out the door.
But you simply didn’t expect to see Itoshi Sae there.
You heard that he and Oliver weren’t really on the best terms, but maybe he was here for Naomi.
You approached the three, and to your shock, Naomi started planting kisses all over Sae’s face. “Oh, are you two?” You mustered the courage to make a sentence. Sae’s icy blue eyes precinct through your soul.
“No.” The red-haired boy replied.
You hadn’t spoken to him in years, but you could tell the difference in his voice. It was raspy, deeper, and colder.
All from that simple word ‘no.’
Naomi’s facial expression turned into one of bitterness, and you paid no mind. Not even bothering to say ‘hi’ to Sae.
Maybe it was childish for you to not want to talk to him at all, even after six years.
You quickly pulled Oliver away, leading him to an area where a Itoshi Sae was nowhere to be found.
"Oliver, I want to talk about us; do you think we’ll ever—“ he cut you off, “this isn’t the place, (name). have some fun!”
“Right…” You mumbled, a frown on your face. You really wanted to talk about it, to know if he wanted you two to be a thing.
He must’ve. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have put his hand in your thigh then, and he wouldn’t have kissed you a month ago.
So, why did he refuse to talk about it?
It bothered you and got in the way of your being able to enjoy the party. As if Sae wasn’t enough.
You found yourself walking towards the exit, not even a house later. “Stupid party,” you whispered to yourself.
Suddenly, a wrist grabbed yours. "(Name), I want to talk,” Sae said. “What?” You asked, keeping your composure and stopping yourself from crying because of everything that’s been bothering you.
“Can we be friends again?”
You pressed your lips against each other. Part of you wanted to say, ‘I’ll think about it, but that would be childish, wouldn’t it?
It’s been six years; why couldn’t you let go of it? Was it because part of you regretted not being more patient with him? Not admiring your love for him?
Impossible.
“Yes,” you responded, forcing a smile on your face, not sure if you’d regret this decision later on.
Would you fall back into that life of always being patient with him again? Having to wait for him to learn to communicate? Possibly.
Because part of you knew Itoshi Sae never really changed, unless it was negatively.
You’d take your chances.
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Two months later, your friend, who happened to own a restaurant, offered you a job as the chef.
And you gladly accepted. Any job at this point was good for you.
You found yourself loving it, cooking every day. With you, the restaurant reviews got better. More people came in, and it gave you pride that so many people came in because they heard about your amazing dishes.
You still lived with your parents, but you started saving to move out, having your eye on a beautiful apartment near their house.
And you and Sae started hanging out again, and it was going well.
You realised he really had changed in some aspects. He was still overworking himself, never allowing anyone to help.
You hated the sight; the eye bangs under his eyes were evident. A lot of the time, he bailed on you, having a bunch of work to get to.
“So, how are things going in the restaurant?” He asked, taking a sip from his wine. “Good, I really like it.”
“You know, you should open your own if you like cooking so much,” he suggested, and you furrowed your brows.
“I still don’t have enough money to buy an apartment; how do you expect me to open my own restaurant?” You raised a brow. “Right.”
Classic music played lightly, and you continued to eat your food. Sae had invited you to this fancy restaurant, insisting he’d pay for everything to make up for the times he bailed on you.
“Thank you, Sae,” you smiled, finding yourself really enjoying your time with Sae. He didn’t reply, but a rare, small smile tugged on his face.
He walked you home that night, and you felt a sort of feeling in your stomach. It was weird; you hadn’t felt this around him in years.
You found yourself cuddling with his jacket that he hung on your shoulder when you said you were cold, and you “forgot” to give it back.
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✦ . @saelique @omitea @y2kuromi @gskill
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unluckilyimnot · 2 days
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hello :3 do you think you could take a request about Sae Itoshi? From blue lock, like a little AU! fantasy where he is a prince and we are his soon to be wife? If you don’t, just ignore this! Tysm and have a nice day
Happy birthday - i.sae
in which you spent your birthday night with you fiancé I fantasy AU (kinda) I 1.6k
m.list | rules
note: hii thank you for your request <3 fantasy AU are my nemesis, i suck at it but I am a ball lover so i did it that way i hope it's fine. i basically do anything with sae so always feel free to ask
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You exhale slowly as you check your reflection one last time in the huge mirror in your room. Doing a little spin, and another so you get to see every angle of the wonderful dress your father got you for your birthday party, you can’t help but feel nervous.
The dress is beautiful, in every fabric and color that you love. It’s perfect, in every detail, from the laces to the sparkles. It’s everything that you like. Your makeup is perfect for the night, your hair is down : your servants really did an amazing job, you're so thankful. Everything is perfect, and so will be this night. The princess’ birthday party is always the best. But that will also be the last one happening here for you, in the palace you spent your whole life.
You’re getting married later this year and maybe that’s because you will enter a new world, a new home and family that you felt more like crying than laughing for the moment. Even if there’s no need to worry about this right now,  you can’t help  it. It will be your last birthday here, you had to make it special. Softening the fabric below your hands, you brush the dress lightly while composing yourself one more time. It will be a wonderful night.
You checked your alliance one last time as you made your way to the reception room, ready to make your entrance. There’s already so much noise, you can hear so many voices and music is being played in the background. You glance to the side, bow your head to the knight guarding the place for everyone's safety before letting go of the breath you held until then. A pretty smile appeared on your lips, bigger than the one you force yourself to portray everyday and you take the corner to stand in front of the big stairs. Someone announced your presence and you started going down the stairs while smiling at the crowd under thunderous applause.
You received a thousand congratulations for your birthday and all your previous worries were long forgotten, vanished with the music and you lost track of time. Letting yet another man kiss your hand while congratulating you, you bow in appreciation before hugging his wife who is a close friend to your mother. You get once more involved in a rather boring conversation that you have to pretend to like before someone catches your eyes. Excusing yourself, you hurriedly walked through the crowd to the special someone you just noticed, a sincere smile on your face and sparkles in your eyes.
“Good evening, Sae.” you said happily, taking him off guard. You’re not buying it, him ? Here ? That’s a real surprise. “I’ve never seen you at any balls.” you added, to notify your own surprise.
He cleared his throat, not fully laying his eyes on you yet. “I’m not the most sociable.”
You chuckled at his words. Yes, you’re aware of that for sure. He frowned at you a little before offering you his hand anyway.
“But I couldn’t miss my fiancée’s birthday, could I ? Your dad would’ve been mad.”
“So would I, Mister. Are you even thinking about me ?” you teased before taking his hand in yours. Now, it was like everything was in place to spend the night you were hoping for.
“More than you think.” he whispered as he started to guide you through the crowd once again.
You two talked with so many people, drank so many drinks that you lost count of how many dances you did or how many partners you had between your friends, siblings and guests. All you could feel with the blessing sensation of being as light as a feather. The music takes you to another world, allowing you to be silly one last time, laughing around with your friends and siblings under the persistent yet loving eyes of your future husband. You played dumb when your eyes met and always sent him a huge smile, but you were just as observant as he was and knew exactly when to come to his rescue.
That’s how you stumble to him, playing a little more drunk than you actually were and take his hand even though he was caught up in a seemingly boring conversation.
“Dance with one with me, would you ? Can I steal him from you ?” speaking quickly to both of them, your eyes fell on the medals on the other man’s jacket before smiling to ease him. Military men are hard to deal with.
“I can’t decline anything the princess says, can I ? Especially tonight ; he’s all yours !” You smiled at him as a thank you and just like that, Sae was being dragged away on the dance floor, shaking his head in disbelief. Taking his hands in yours, you two waited for the new song to start and moved along with it when it did.
“You don’t have to thank me.” you teased again but he didn’t answer this time, knowing he didn’t have to. You were already too caught up in the dance, swinging around in this magical waltz as if this was your last night – which felt like it to you. You were getting married in three months, everything was already set and you wouldn't see your siblings or friends often anymore. It felt like the last time you would be able to enjoy yourself that freely and he knew it. That’s why he came, so you wouldn’t have only boring memories with him. To see you smile and have dances like those with you, hearing your laughter was all he asked for tonight.
But the music slowed down and soon, you got closer. He’s not making you spin anymore, you don’t try to make him spin when he doesn’t want to either, and your laughter calmed down. Only a satisfied, tipsy smile remained. Your footsteps synchronized together at a lower pace. Everything seems quiet suddenly, you could only hear your heartbeat and feel Sae’s hands on you. The music and people’s voices fade out, leaving you and Sae in a bubble. You chuckled at the safety filling your body. It was indeed a great night.
“Thank you for coming.” you said out of nowhere, not even looking at him but laying your head against his shoulder. Your heart racing in your rib cage, probably beating hard enough for him to hear it but you didn’t mind. You two will soon be even more intimate. He will feel your heartbeat more than once.
“Don’t thank me for that. Happy birthday, my dear.” he answered quietly, close to your ear before kissing your temple. A nervous laughter left your lips before you bite it down.
You never thought he would be like that, he seems like a distant man when deep down he can’t keep this facade up. Not that you mind. That’s why you fell for him.
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shiyosugi · 5 hours
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I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry that I made you cry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm just a jealous guy, I was feeling insecure, You might not love me anymore, I was shivering inside - Jealous Guy, The Weeknd
YOICHI ISAGI
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He didn't know what came into him. One second you were talking about someone else non-stop to him and then the next he somehow snapped and said something that surely hurt you. You knew he can be mean when on-field but you would never expected him to be mean to you as well and his words were a bit too harsh for you to expect causing you to cry.
He immediately held your face and then wiped your tears away. "Darling, I'm sorry." he said softly.
He was panicking and it showed, "Shh shh, no no, don't cry. Forgive me, please. Darling, I didn't mean that. [name]..." he was trying his best to get you to stop crying.
"Darling, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I was just... You were enthusiastically talking about someone else so I got annoyed." he brought you close towards his chest, caressing your head. "You don't usually talk about someone like that so I thought you found your new favourite person..." he whispered to you.
He was looking at you with guilt written all over his face. Easy to say he was jealous. He is jealous. Why would you talk about someone else like they were the best person in your life. Wasn't he your lover, your favourite person?
He wasn't aware that his grip around you had tightened, "Yoichi..." he heard you calling for him which snapped him back to reality and realise how tight he was holding you. Loosening his grip, he adjusted himself on the couch and then put you on top of him.
"Forgive me darling... I am very sorry that I made you cried. I will be careful with my words next time." he whispered to you, wrapping his arms around you trying not to suffocate you while he kissed you all over your face before kissing you on the lips for the last.
When you eventually forgave him, he was relief. "Thank you, now, let me make it up to you..."
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noomon · 8 months
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ding!
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. . . itoshi rin. like father, like daughter.
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“why is she doing that?”
rin’s eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, his lips somewhat pouting as he doesn’t understand why his daughter, who was nine months old, is acting in such a way. he’s trying to rationalize it in his head; he possibly couldn’t have taught her to do such a gesture, and you surely wouldn’t have either, right? was he that terrible of a parent to have his little sunshine do that to him?
“hm? doing what, rinrin?”
“she’s sticking her tongue out at me,” he says, and he feels a bit dejected at the thought of his daughter resenting him. he looks at her, then back at you, “did you teach her that?” rin asks quietly as he gently rocked her back and forth in his arms. “because i didn’t.”
“oh.”
“oh?”
“rin,” you chuckle, clearly amused. this made your husband even more confused.
what was so funny?
as cute as your daughter is, he still minded the way she always stuck out her tongue at him. and rin, knowing himself, would’ve let it slide the first few times, often entertaining her by mirroring the expression, but she only ever seemed to do it to him and no one else. the baby, the angel that she is, never did that to you, to his family, or even to his older brother.
he was sure that sae taught her that, and the mere thought of it being true slightly annoyed rin.
“rin,” you start, “she got that from you, y’know?”
your husband is brought back to reality as he processes your words.
from him?
“from me?” he asks, glancing at his daughter, who giggled at him, leaning her chubby cheek on his chest. rin swore his heart melted on the spot, and that all problems had been cleared, though not quite . . .
“yes, you. we were looking at your baby album earlier, and most of your pictures were pictures of you sticking your tongue out at the camera, so i guess she’s mirroring you,” you told him, holding it together to not burst out laughing at his dumbfounded expression. “plus, she watched a highlight of your career video online. most of the clips were when you’re so engrossed in the match that you stick out your tongue, love.”
you shrug your shoulders, happily smiling toward your little girl. “it seems that someone’s copying her daddy, huh?”
“oh.”
a faint blush blooms on rin���s face, and he tries to hide it by turning away from you, though you’re just as quick to persuade him to face you once more. “you’re copying me, hm?” he says to her. “that’s cute.”
in turn, the little sunshine giggles, sticking out her tongue at him, her eyes squeezed shut as she places her small hands on either side of rin’s cheek.
“bleh!” she cheers.
rin sighs, a small smile appearing on his lips. “bleh,” he mirrors her.
of course, you managed to snap a photo of the undeniably cute scene. you smiled triumphantly at yourself as you took a good look at the two in your phone’s gallery. this would be a great addition to her baby album, you think, plus it’s so adorable to see her pick up one of rin’s mannerisms that he carried with him until adulthood.
it certainly was like father, like daughter.
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kwnnys · 3 months
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BROS THE TYPE OF GUY TO !
sypnosis ; cute things they do in a relationship
characters ; isagi, bachira, chigiri, reo, nagi, rin, sae, shidou, hiori, kurona, kaiser, ness
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ISAGI the type of guy to tell his mom about you and ask her for advice.
BACHIRA the type of guy to talk shit about all the people you hate with you.
CHIGIRI the type of guy to use your hair ties and always keep one around his wrist.
REO the type of guy to rent out the place where you guys had your first date to propose.
NAGI the type of guy to purposely lose during games just to see the proud glint in your eyes when you finally beat him.
RIN the type of guy to switch places with you on the sidewalk so that he's facing the road.
SAE the type of guy to put his hand on your thigh while driving.
SHIDOU the type of guy to say "is this dude bothering you?" and proceed to beat up the air.
HIORI the type of guy to carry a polaroid around and hang pictures of the two of you in his room.
KURONA the type of guy to take you on stargazing dates.
KAISER the type of guy to randomly start flirting when he realises he's losing the argument.
NESS the type of guy to move you to the side by holding your waist.
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jleijl · 9 months
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JEALOUS?
summary: you’re convinced nagi doesn’t ever feel any kind of strong emotions. turns out, he does.
warnings: nagi’s mad lol, bad no no language and swearing
A/N: guys do u know that one scene where nagi’s 100% ready to fight barou bc he’s fucking pissed about barou shit talking reo… yeah im a firm believer he does the same shit when jealous lol
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nagi, who you're not even sure if he likes you because he’s so unexpressive all the time.
nagi, who’s convinced that he wouldn’t really have fun in a relationship, decides it’s not a pain having you kiss him or talk to him all day, so he shrugs his shoulders and agrees to date you.
nagi, who finds himself staring down the guy approaching you as you’re trying to order something from the café’s menu, unable to pin down the strange feelings bubbling in his chest.
nagi, who isn’t paying attention to his game anymore, eyes the guy like a hawk as they try to talk to you. when there’s a slight shift of expression in your face, one that paints the slightest bit of discomfort, nagi’s immediately out of his seat.
nagi, who finds the guy moving closer and closer to you, roughly pulls him away.
jealous nagi, who’s now staring at the angry guy with a new look. only you can notice how nagi’s usual half lidded eyes are now black with annoyance and frustration.
jealous nagi, who’s usually slouching, stands up straight and finally lives up to his 6’2” title.
jealous nagi, who only cocks his head at the other guy raising his voice, and despite everything you know about him, you’re convinced nagi’s trying to pick a fight on purpose.
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“the fuck is your problem? you dating her or something?”
nagi hates conflict, he really does. or at least, that’s what he was telling himself moments before he was out of his seat. and when he’s standing there awkwardly, unsure of what to do next, he’s still telling himself he hates fighting.
“you can’t talk or something?” the man mocks.
nagi only clenches his fist when he hears a slur slip past the man’s lips as an insult to him, a form of restraint.
“yeah we’re dating. leave her ‘lone.”
“freaks,” the man spits and turns to leave.
nagi really, really, hates fighting. but he hates you being insulted more by a ten fold.
it’s uncharacteristically vicious how nagi yanks the man back by the collar of his neck, even more so when he then pulls the stranger close to his face.
“what the fuck is your problem!”
the man thrashes, and his fingers are tight around nagi��s wrist in an attempt to pull him off. still, his grip remains steady, an ode to his athleticism.
“you’re pissing me off,” nagi states simply, though his wide, blank eyes say otherwise.
“motherfucker.. you wanna get your ass kicked?”
nagi drops him, and the man falls back like a ragdoll.
“ah?”
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jealous nagi, whose eye twitches, moves to drag the stumbling man outside, quickly to be stopped by you. you profusely apologize while nagi just scoffs, muttering a silent “deserved it” before putting his hands in his pockets.
jealous nagi, who’s still pissed while watching the man scurry away, goes to hold your hand instead. when he’s met with your pretty face, his demeanor goes back to his normal, quiet self.
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“did you order yet?”
you can’t help but laugh at his switch up, but you shake your head.
“no, i wanted to pick something you’d like ‘cause you always take my food.”
he hums and wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your head.
“choose whatever, i don’t care.”
“you’re back to your usual, idle self, huh?”
“hm? what d’you mean?”
“i’ve never seen you so worked up over anything. didn’t even know you could feel emotions,” you’re teasing, but there’s a truth to it.
“‘ts not true.”
when it comes to you, he finds himself feeling new emotions all the time. but he doesn’t tell you that, of course.
he’d never admit to feeling jealous over you.
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popponn · 3 months
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chigiri who genuinely thinks the best method to apply chapsticks is by applying some on you before taking some of it through kissing. even in public because 'bf privilege' he says.
isagi who changes his phone case into a clear one just to put your photo with him in it. sometimes look at it with a lovesick smile then get embarrassed when someone points it out.
nagi who tries his best to take care of you when you are sick. yes, with the power of 'group call' and 'asking maid king and reo', but he turns out to be a good sick people caretaker too.
sae who gets jealous at the pettiest thing, if that's even the appropriate word. what do you mean your shoes are matching with that stranger you never know instead of him???
rin who actually calls for your first name for the first time by shouting it out of panic. he doesn't mean for it to come out, it is supposed to be "moron!" and such, but it certainly just slips out from his mouth.
kaiser who never says it but loves it when you bite the cap of eyeliner while trying to do his eyeliner while straddling his lap. never been so glad he makes sure you will do his every morning.
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piichuu · 9 months
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♡ SLEEPING ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT
ft. mikage reo, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi
gn!reader, fluff
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MIKAGE REO
he’s quietly sitting on the edge of the couch, his eyes not leaving your sleeping figure as a few tears roll down his cheeks. never has he wanted to apologize for something he’s done as much as he wants to now. he wants to put his arms around you and pull you in for the warmest hug he can give while chanting apologies so you’ll understand that he never meant to yell at you. he will never forget the look on your face when it just broke for him, your widened eyes as you almost looked scared. he can never forgive himself for that.
reo holds your hand lightly as the tears increase and he has to look away for a few seconds as to not cry more. why did he have to act like this? why did the fight have to escalate to that level as to where he yelled at you? it was his fault, all his fault. you had simply just told him that his father came over earlier to talk about the family business and just after mentioning the name of his dad, reo had become mad. it was never your fault.
suddenly, he can feel a pair of arms wrapping around his waist and when he turns his head, he sees that it’s you who’s now awake, hugging him close. seeing this causes his heart to shatter and he can’t help but sob while pulling you into his chest, never wanting to let you go. “i’m so, so sorry. i shouldn’t have gotten mad, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” he speaks and you look up at him with those twinkling eyes of yours, instantly helping him calm down.
“i know you don’t like that your dad keeps talking about the family business with you and i should’ve told you when i knew you weren’t already feeling stressed from football practice,” you mumble but he shakes his head and cups your cheeks. “don’t even try to make it sound like it’s your fault. it’s mine and i’m sorry, i won’t ever act like that ever again, i promise. you’re too nice to me, way too nice and i don’t know what i did to deserve you.”
you smile softly and shuffle closer to him so you’re sitting in his lap, your faces now being at the same level. “let’s just get some sleep and talk about it tomorrow, you must be tired,” you say and he nods, too tired to move further away from the couch as he just lays down on his back with you in his arms. “i’ll make it up to you, i promise. we’ll cuddle as much as you want tomorrow and i’ll cook you every single meal, that’s what you deserve, if not more.”
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ITOSHI RIN
he’s looking at you from afar as you’re laying on the couch, trying to sleep. he knows you can’t though, not when he isn’t there to hold you in his arms and keep you safe from any possible danger. he knows that if he just went to bed and fell asleep, you’d eventually come back and lay down beside him, but rin knows that he can’t sleep without you either. no matter for how many hours he tried, nothing worked. looking at old pictures he’s taken of you didn’t help either, nothing but having you in his arms can help.
his mind is fogged with your previous fight that wasn’t a big one to begin with, but you began to find reasons to keep being angry at each other and even though it didn’t escalate into anything bad, you still decided that you didn’t want to sleep in the same bed as him. you had just started to ignore each other as the fight was over, both of you wanting to know who would apologize first even though you were both dying to just hold each other and say sorry.
rin sighs as he walks towards the couch and makes his presence known by stroking your head. you immediately turn to look at him, not knowing whether you should just jump into his arms and allow him to carry you to the bedroom or if you should stay mad. but how could you stay mad when he has actually went as far as to make it known that he can’t sleep without you. he didn’t have to utter a word, but it’s simple to understand as he’s looking down at you with dark circles under his eyes and his hair a complete mess after tossing and turning for hours.
“will you stop being stubborn and come back to bed?” he asks while looking away from you, not wanting to see the possible smile that might creep up on your lips when hearing him ask for you to join him in bed. but you have no reason to make fun of him when you have missed him just as much as he has missed you. so you stand up from the couch and take his hand, allowing him to lead you into your shared bedroom.
you climb under the covers with him and without saying a word, he turns so he’s laying on his side and puts an arm over your waist just like he always does, just to feel you in some way. he has to touch you and your waist is the best option tonight, just so he can discreetly pull you closer if he’d want. “you really do love me,” you whisper and he rolls his eyes before closing his eyes. “shut up, you already know i do.”
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ITOSHI SAE
he’s in bed, staring up at the ceiling as you still haven’t joined him. you’re in the living room, on the couch after the two of you were yelling at each other just two hours ago. he usually never raised his voice at you, but both of you had long and tiring days and after you had asked him if he really had to go on this next trip, all his frustrations broke through and when he yelled at you, everything you’d kept in throughout the day spilled out as well.
itoshi sae barely ever admits if he’s wrong, but he’s aware that he had no reason to yell at you when you just asked him a simple question. none of you enjoy that he has to leave for football matches again, so you had hoped this trip wouldn’t be as important, he wouldn’t play these games as he was injured only a few weeks ago, but he still had to go, no matter if he wanted to or not.
he sighs, but before he can get out of bed, the door to the bedroom opens and your shadowy figure can be seen in the doorway. you’re looking down towards the floor and don’t say a word as you lay down beside him and get under the covers, turning to your side so your back is facing him. “i’m sorry,” you mumble while closing your eyes, wanting to finally fall asleep which you couldn’t do when you were on the couch.
“me too,” sae whispers before shuffling closer to you, placing a kiss to your cheek before rubbing your hip. “i shouldn’t have yelled. it’s not your fault i have to leave, i do wish i could stay here with you, i promise i do,” you nod and turn around so the two of you are now facing each other. he puts a hand on your cheek and strokes it with the pad of his thumb. “i don’t wanna fight, i know it’s my fault, but i just wanna spend as much time with you as possible before i have to leave.”
you bury your face into his chest and wrap your arms around him. “we can just stay here forever,” he chuckles lightly and kisses the top of your head. “that sounds good, darling. let’s do that.”
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NAGI SEISHIRO
he doesn’t say a word as he comes into the living room. he didn’t expect for you to sleep on the couch, even if you got mad earlier. you had a long and tiring day at work, nagi was at home the entire day and before you left in the morning, you had asked for him to clean the dishes he left in the sink last night when he had been playing video games. when you then came home eight hours later to find the dishes still in the sink, that was all you needed to break.
never have you raised your voice as much as you did when walking into his room, asking him why he couldn’t do something as simple as washing the dishes. he didn’t have an explanation, only that he had been playing games all day and forgot, but he knew that it wasn’t a good reason. he knew work can become a lot and he quickly realized that he should’ve just done that simple thing you asked for instead of playing games. so now, he’s walking towards the couch and lies down beside you where there’s still some space.
as you still haven’t fallen asleep, you turn to see his face just as he puts an arm around your waist and pulls you close. “‘m sorry for not cleaning up in the sink, i know you always have so much to do and i’m sorry for not doing something so simple,” he mumbles while burying his face into the crook of your neck. “just…don’t go to sleep without me again. it’s such a hassle to sleep out here on the couch, it’s better if we cuddle in bed instead.”
you smile softly and wrap your arms around him, having missed cuddling after such an exhausting day. he places a kiss to your neck and hums. “but we can sleep here for the night, don’t wanna move, but tomorrow we sleep in our bed,” he says and you nod, closing your eyes as you’re finally back in the comfort of his arms. “thank you, sei. i love you.” “i love you too.”
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ISAGI YOICHI
he frowns as he comes out from the bathroom, noticing that you’ve made a bed for yourself on the couch. no matter what, he won’t allow you to sleep somewhere else that isn’t with him, he can’t be without you and he’s aware you’ll struggle just as much if you decide to sleep on the couch.
isagi steps into the bedroom where you’re currently changing into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. “baby, i know you’re still mad, but please don’t sleep on the couch,” he says while reaching for your hand. he had been gone almost the entire day together with his friends. it was his free day and even though the two of you had planned a movie night together, he forgot. you had looked forward to it the entire week as he was constantly busy, so you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt that he had actually forgotten.
you sigh as you turn around to face him. perhaps you overreacted for actually wanting to sleep on the couch instead of solving it. “i’m sorry for forgetting about movie night. i was really excited for it was well but i got so carried away with my friends, but i do promise that we can have one tomorrow, i’ll be free then as well so we can just spend the entire day together,” he squeezes your hand and leans his forehead against yours. “i’m sorry, i promise i will better myself, i won’t ever forget again.”
you wrap your arms around him. “i know you’ve been busy and must have many things to think about, so i’m sorry for overreacting. i’m happy you’re here now at least,” you mumble and he brushes his fingers through your hair, placing a kiss to the bridge of your nose. “let’s just go to sleep and we’ll be together all day tomorrow, i’ll make it up to you,” isagi whispers before leaning down to press his lips to yours. “i love you.”
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toorurs · 2 days
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i find myself running home to your sweet nothings. he doesn't remember the last time his body has felt a single ounce of comfort or tenderness. but here he is, his head resting on your lap as you softly comb through his disheveled hair and lightly massage his scalp. you're talking about your day, telling him that you spotted an adorable tortoiseshell cat, walking past a brand new café that just opened which you want to visit with him and whispering honeyed praises and sweet nothings into his ear, that sound like angelic chants to him. he's not sure if he's allowed to feel like this, to feel loved. because to love is to be vulnerable. perhaps that's why he wants to run away, escape and hide away. but he knows that such a scenario won't ever happen - it's unlikely. because at the end of the day he'll always find his way back to you. 
AVENTURINE, michael kaiser, rin itoshi, DAN HENG, SCARAMOUCHE, XIAO, kageyama tobio, ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA, dazai osamu, gojo satoru + your favs
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mybelovedrin · 10 months
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✷ ITOSHI RIN x reader. fluff, established relationship. reader talks a lot and rin listens. this is actually pointless. warnings: the writing is kinda messy, i think. note: i just really think that rin <3 ! sorry if there's typos.
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"shut up."
rin probably says these two words to you more than he says 'i love you'.
yet, he really, really does not want you to shut up.
it's been twenty minutes since you came from your dinner with your friend. twenty whole minutes of you rambling. twenty whole minutes of rin lying in bed, his arms feeling empty since you're too busy turned away from him as you change into more comfortable clothes. twenty whole minutes of him having to listen to your friend's husband's family's problems while his eyes stay locked on you as you throw on one of his shirts and then start removing your make up.
and again, he really, really does not want you to shut up.
but he would really prefer holding you while you ramble, and the fact that it's been twenty minutes and he hasn't even gotten a kiss yet is kind of starting to get to him.
"so anyway, she's basically hated by everyone from his side of the family— and i told her over and over that she should talk to him about it, but she just won't listen to me. god, why am i blessed with such stubborn friends?"
at this point, he feels like he's skipped eight chapters.
and yet he still listens, humming thoughtfully as he shifts in bed a little, pulling the covers over him just a bit more as he sighs in defeat, staring up at the ceiling as he mumbles, giving his own opinion. "shouldn't pressure her into it, though."
you groan, giving him a look as you still stand in front of the mirror while doing your skincare now. "i'm not, i swear! those people suck. she shouldn't be letting them do what they want and i'm sure that her husband would do something if he knew how salty they are."
his eyes go from the ceiling to you, blinking sleepily as he stares at the way his shirt looks on you. "when are you coming to bed?"
"almost done, rinnie."
he yawns quietly, turning around so that his back is to you. if he couldn't hold you yet, he could at least listen to your voice. "then does she really plan to just endure that treatment?" his voice is muffled by the pillow as he asks, setting you off on another talking spree.
"i guess she does. i hope everything goes well for her. but personally, i would not tolerate stuff like that." you say, shrugging as you finally finish your business, before going into the bathroom to wash your hands and brush your teeth.
the few minutes of you being gone and quiet make rin feel as miserable as ever.
he waits and waits, eyelids heavy.
when the mattress finally dips next to him and he smells the familiar scent of your skin products, he swears he's never moved this fast to turn around in bed and latch onto you.
you chuckle as he buries his face into your neck, holding him close as your little giggle turns into a quiet laugh when he groans in annoyance. "you took too damn long."
his hair tickles the side of your face. it's getting longer, you realise as you play with it gently, smoothing over some soft strands on the back of his head while he sighs softly into your skin.
"i talked a lot earlier, didn't i?" you ask quietly, your lips curling into a sheepish smile.
rin stays quiet for some time, his arms around you tight and firm as he presses himself against your side, even going as far as to place his muscular leg over you, caging you in against the soft mattress of the bed. "y'know i don't mind that."
"yeah, but im sure there's a limit—"
"there's no limit when it comes to you. 'kay?" he says quietly, his voice groggy and deeper now as he gets closer to drifting off— almost as if he was ending that discussion right there, not wanting to hear you talking about yourself in such a way.
"yeah, but—"
"shut up." he cuts you off, and you stop talking, only to let out another soft laugh. "if you're gonna complain about yourself, that is. now, more sleeping and less talking. i'll listen to the remaining part of your friend's story during breakfast tomorrow."
you snort at his devotion to listening to your silly stories, a slight wave of warmth creeping up your neck. "fine."
he nods a little, before holding you tighter.
"and i didn't get a single kiss from you ever since you came, by the way."
"oh, i am so sorry. my most sincere apologies." you speak, clearly joking as you shower him with light pecks on the side of his face that's peeking out from the crook of your neck.
he grunts, not being able to hide the redness under his warm skin as he feels your soft lips. his eyes stay closed shut. "ok. good night."
"no 'i love you' or anything?"
he sighs heavily. "shut up."
"...and i love you." he adds, before letting himself relax into his sleep when you let out a satisfied sound and say it back to him sweetly, your soft voice partially responsible for putting him to sleep.
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tnt-kokoo · 3 days
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Memories of an angel
pairings: Sae Itoshi × fem!reader
summary: You're like an angel for Sae. And that's why, he just simply can't get you out of his head.
warnings: mention of a death, mention of woo-hoo
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'Don't you trust me, Sae?'
The alluring and mocking voice could not ever be compared to another living being. Your whole self gave him the delusion that you're brighter and prettier than any star could.
'Are you just going to stand there or will you finally come in the water?? It's not even cold, I promise'
The way your beautiful smile was directed at him, he felt nothing anymore but the need to follow your voice like a sailor would to a siren.
You crossed your middle finger and your index finger like a child would but the way you did it was just so much more meaningful for the boy. He could not help but finally take his shoes off and walk towards you.
The quiet waves hitting the shore was like melody following your laughter. The older Itoshi felt peaceful in the silence the beach had to offer at the early hours, not long after the sun came up. He knows himself, that the only time he felt actually relaxed and calm was with you by his side. Even more when the two of you enjoyed time apart from what the Itoshi would let others see in your twos privat chambers. The first time felt like a blessing. Like a reward he did not deserve.
'I will always believe you, Y/n'
He muttered only for her ears to hear even though there was no one present at the beach. He wanted her to know it was only directed towards her calming self. And now seeing how your eyes soften you realized that too.
'Can you promise me something, Sae..?'
'I will promise you everything a man can give.'
'Don't forget me.'
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Waking up realizing the warmth was in fact not the warm sun highlighting an angel walking on earth with her boyfriend, but instead the warmth of his bed. He understood soon enough that this memory will definitely sty in his mind until his death comes.
Sae Itoshi could never escape them.
They were haunting him. But he never complained. He did promise you that he would never forget you, even after your death. He wished so much that he knew about your illness, but then, he would only worry and be anxious about your time running like the sand in a sand-clock.
He remembered how he proved you not to forget you and back then he didn't realize what he promised but looking back the signs were all there. But now, you are cherished memory in the mind of the midfielder, that he holds close by. He himself promised to never move on, but how could he, you were the earths own angel. You were a creation far beyond to what Sae was allowed to call his own.
He will never forget you.
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AN: a short story idk anymore 😭 I need new ideas anyway idk if the stroy is good (I didn't check for mistakes either)
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seravphs · 10 months
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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — ITOSHI SAE x FEM READER
Sae might have rethought putting a ring on your finger if he knew husband duties included losing sleep to your overactive imagination. 
wc — 500
tags — married au 
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“Can you stop squirming?” 
Sae’s annoyed with you, but you can’t help it. You’re not normally afraid of the dark, but sometimes your mind plays tricks on you. 
Around you, the night stretches on like a kitten, soft and velvet. Your eyes have long adjusted to the dark, but your room is poorly designed. Inky shadows collect in every corner, crated by awkwardly shaped shelves and random divots in the wall. 
Like any normal, well-adjusted adult, you have no problem being in darkness. Just a few hours before, you ran a load of laundry without turning the lights on because you didn’t feel like it. But as you’re trying to fall asleep, your idle mind grows restless. 
It starts whispering the kinds of things that make you pull your feet away from the edge of the bed and shrink towards Sae’s comforting, warm body. 
“If you keep this up, I’m going to get my own bedroom,” he tells you. 
You both know it’s an empty threat. How could it not be when you wake up to his arms around you every morning? 
Still, it’s not nice of him to say that, and you let him know. 
“Don’t be mean, I’m scared!” Your grumbling is childish, but there are certain indulgences you’re allowed. 
“You’re too old for this,” he sighs, exasperated, but he lifts his arm so you can tuck in closer along his body. 
Just then, you feel something brush along your leg. You barely stifle a shriek as you forcefully push your body into Sae’s. It’s a hard collision that would knock the breath out of him if he wasn’t a professional soccer player. As it is, he makes a sound of discomfort when your elbow bumps into him. 
Up until now, you’ve been facing outwards, keeping an eye out for anything that might roam in the dark. At this moment, you peek out from under your covers, turning to look at Sae.
His face is entirely unamused. 
You try for a sweet smile, hoping he’ll relent and forgive you as he usually does. To his credit, he only cracks after he forces you to endure a prolonged, awkward stare-off. Then he groans, pinches his nose, and bodily drags you closer so you’re all but on top of him. 
Your head rests against his shoulder as he wraps his arm around you, tucking you into the line of his body. Your legs tangle with his. 
“That better?” He says. “Nothing’s going to get you while I’m here.” 
“Now that you mention it,” you say jokingly, “you are a big, strong football player.” 
A peek at his face reveals what you already suspected. Sae’s cool exterior is hard to crack, but he’s always weak to compliments from his wife. He’s fighting a smile that’s apparent anyway, or perhaps you’re just good at reading him. 
“But you’ve trapped my legs,” you complain. “How am I going to run away if anything happens?” 
“Oh my god-“ Sae shoves a hand over your mouth and muffles any further commentary. “Go to sleep.”
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saerins · 3 months
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[ ೀ pucker up, buttercup | itoshi sae ]
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ೀ content: female reader, fluff, sae and reader are adults, pet names (sae’s choice of words are stupid/idiot, calls reader ‘my girl’), alcohol, slightly suggestive at the end. | wc 1.5k | notes: okay did a very quick drabble for sae for christmas !! merry christmas to you guys <3
ೀ summary: being sae’s girlfriend is tough. there’s a lot of things he can’t make time for, and unfortunately this time, it’s you. but somehow, he always pulls through.
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it’s christmas eve and you’re at your company function, looking at the fruits of your hard labour.
the event hall is decked with christmas decorations; stockings lining the walls and corresponding to different names for everyone’s secret santa to gift accordingly, christmas lights surrounding every table, everyone getting their fair share of the catering you’d arranged.
“this is amazing,” your boss gushes as she excitedly throws her arms around you. she’s only a few years older than you, so it’s not all too surprising that she’s always super friendly with you.
“relax on the alcohol, okay?” you joke with her, smelling the liquor already.
she pouts at you, batting her eyelashes. “oh c’mon, are you still upset that your boyfriend couldn’t make it for christmas?”
you sigh, though you keep a strong front, smiling through it. being the private girlfriend of an international soccer superstar is tough; he has to miss holidays and special occasions and more often than not you can’t even get your calls through because he’s just that busy. you’d been excited for this year’s christmas though, because he had said he’d be able to fly back home this time.
but as it turns out, his manager—who so happens to love overworking him—has other plans. so all of that excitement just went down the drain. still, what else can you say to him other than good luck with it? you knew being his girlfriend was going to be tough, but it’s starting to take a toll after feeling like you barely exist in his world.
still, you stare at the message he last sent you.
i love you.
and you go soft. soft, because you know he means it. soft, because despite everything, you believe in the man you fell in love with. the one who gave you your first kiss back in high school, the one who’s so awkward that even initiating to hold hands last time had his entire face beet red. the one who never fails to assure you that in spite of the distance, he’s always still thinking of you.
you fiddle with your necklace, the promise ring sae gave you when you were back in high school sitting around your neck like it always has.
in between all the long distance arguments and the time differences and the i miss you, wish you were here with me, you still find yourself hopelessly in love with itoshi sae. even when your friends say they can’t imagine being in your shoes, even when numerous tabloids love to put models or athletes as your competition, you know there’s still no one else you’d rather be with than him.
“i’m fine, really,” you assure your boss, prying her off of you and then adjusting her so her arm is around your shoulder as you lead her to her stocking. “here, why don’t you busy yourself and see what your secret santa got you?”
you really just want to distract your boss so she wouldn’t accidentally end up throwing you a pity party. all you want to do today is to make it through it, spend the first hour of christmas day rounding up the party and then get home and sleep your day away. it’ll distract you from the absence of your boyfriend anyway.
as you watch your boss happily open up whatever’s in her stocking, you wonder if your secret santa got you anything. (of course, some secret santas are dicks and end up not getting their person anything.) so count yourself lucky when you open up your stocking to find both a gift and a card.
amused, you rip the card out of its envelope, your heart skipping a beat when you see that inside of it, there’s a picture of you and sae as high school kids, beside each other, his face deadpan while you’re grinning from ear to ear, resting your head against his shoulder. the message reads: i love you so much it’s stupid.
you’re still in shock but you open up the little gift box, maroon with a green bow on it. when you see what’s inside, you can’t help but chuckle.
holding it above you, under the light, you can see the words hey, stupid engraved on the side of the fake mistletoe before feeling a warm pair of arms wrapping around your waist from behind, cold lips catching you off guard as they press themselves against yours.
it fills you up inside, takes all the weight off your shoulders. you’ll recognise him anywhere, without having to look or hear, the way his lips feel against yours, how he holds you gently against him, laughing softly against your lips as you pull him closer to you by the collar.
never in your wildest dreams did you expect to see your boyfriend in japan, let alone at your work party of all places, and now here you both are, kissing under the mistletoe.
“woah relax there,” he teases you, pulling away but still holding you close.
he’s here, he’s actually here. his hair’s in a mess, and there are circles under his eyes, but he’s smiling. he’s smiling at you and he’s here with you and you don’t even feel the tears forming in your eyes because you’re too busy relishing in the moment.
“itoshi sae,” you call out to him, your hands patting on his body, his black coat and his scarf are real and he’s here—he’s really here. “i thought you were too busy to come back…”
how long has it been now since you’d last seen him? a year? perhaps longer? he’s been so busy nowadays that you wondered at one point if he would even come back to you at all.
sae sighs, holding your cheeks in his hands as he presses his forehead against yours. “i’m sorry,” he says tensely, shaking his head slightly. “i was away for so long, and i just…” his teal eyes stare into yours, both your eyelashes dancing against one another. “i missed you, and i just wanted to see you.”
you’re laughing in disbelief, still holding him close because you’re just that afraid that this’ll all be an illusion that might soon slip away. “and they just let you off like that? that simple?”
he presses his lips into a firm line, averting his gaze. “let’s just say that they weren’t happy about it but i’m the important one, so…” he smiles, genuinely, putting an arm around. “they don’t have a choice but to let me come home to see my girl.”
turns out, he’d called in a favour to your boss, asked her about christmas plans because he knew from your texts that you were in charge of putting it all together. and then he asked her to put the gifts in your stocking. and you laugh hearing about it, because you’re thinking of how your life could’ve gone a totally different way. you could’ve gotten into a relationship with someone else who wouldn’t do this much for you, wouldn’t make time for you, wouldn’t travel across the world and put their own things down all in the name of meeting you.
“what’re you thinking about, stupid?”
you look into his eyes, shaking your head. “nothing, it’s nothing, i just- i love you, itoshi sae.” you smile, and sae smiles too because he loves how your smile reaches your eyes. and he loves being the reason you smile so he’s going to keep being that—and he makes a promise to himself to make you happy for life. but maybe that’s a gesture for next time. right now, he just wants to spend the rest of the holidays with you.
the clock strikes twelve, and he steals the mistletoe from you, holding it up between the two of you again, wincing from how cheesy it is after he does it, earning a chuckle from you.
“merry christmas, idiot.” and he kisses you again, long and slow and completely oblivious to everyone else that’s there who are staring and clapping—half of them still in awe that the itoshi sae is here and half of them in shock after putting two and two together that he’s your special guy.
“so, you’re gonna be here till new years’?” you ask in between kisses.
sae nods, “at least, why?”
you grin, pulling him by the belt as you lead him out of the event hall. “think it’s time we get home and just spend it between the two of us, yeah?”
sae laughs, letting you drag him along, wondering whether by this time next year, will he be lucky enough to call you his wife?
but when he sees that promise ring he gifted you still nestling snug around your neck, he has no doubt. you’re each other’s for life. and you’re worth every single risk he has to take.
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