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saekkas · 11 months

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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

summary: in which someone flirts with them, but they're only looking at you.

includes: isagi, nagi, reo, yukimiya, rin, sae, kunigami, kaiser, karasu, bachira, aiku.

notes: this one's shorter than the one before but still, go wild my loves <3

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐘 who values you very much. is the type to be very secure in the relationship; doesn't like any unnecessary drama and is definitely ready to move onto the next stage. wouldn't really care about the other person but will not tolerate having his boundaries crossed. especially when it's clear that he's yours and yours only.

isagi, yukimiya, bachira, nagi.

his eyes are on his phone, feet tapping against the tiles of the cafe. it's a hole in the wall that he's used to frequenting with you, so much that the staff know your orders by heart. the line is short, seats mostly empty, as the rush hour has passed. the rain is pouring against the window beside him, and he taps his finger on the table to their rhythm.

tilting his head, his eyes find you in the middle of the line. you're focused on the menu, your bottom lip between your teeth as you scan the list of food and beverages. it makes him smile, chuckling under his breath because he knows you'll end up getting what you usually do. he gets onto his feet, wallet in hand, when you're finally set to order.

"hi. good morning, how are you?" your sweet voice tickles his ear as he approaches, his heart warm and sated as you go through your usual routine.

"hey." he presses a kiss to your head, wrapping a hand around your waist. his lips trail down, stopping at your cheek, a smile pressed against the skin as he hears you giggle. "what's taking so long?"

the cashier smiles, amused at the sight. "mornin' i'm great. how about you two lovebirds?"

"we're good," he answers for you both, an easy-going expression on his face. he looks down, scrunching his nose at you while you giggle at his answer. "just waiting for this angel to finish ordering."

"we'll have matcha latte, caramel macchiato, and a blueberry cheesecake please. the usual." he tilts his head, looking for your confirmation. he smiles proudly, chest puffing when you nod your head.

"i'll pay," you say as you show your card to the cashier, smiling at her. he chuckles, letting you take the bill this time. "how much will it be?"

the drinks are out in a second, the green and brown a contrast against each other. there are two pairs of utensils on the plate, and he thanks the staff for their work, taking the tray into his hand. "i'll take these to our table first, okay?" he looks over his shoulder, a gentle look in his eye as he processes just how... domestic this all feels.

"yeah, i'll be there in a minute. i need to go to the bathroom." you smile at the cashier one last time, tucking your purse into your bag. you glare playfully, poking your tongue at him. "don't you dare finish the cheesecake before i'm back."

he pokes his tongue back, a laugh breaking loose from his chest. "no promises."

he sits back down, placing the food on the table as he goes back to drumming his fingers. the rain doesn't look as if it'll be stopping any time soon, wind combining with water to shower the earth clean. he looks at his watch, mentally thinking about making dinner later with you. a smile grows at the thought.

there's a shadow in the corner of his eye that he assumes is you. he smiles, ready to lean over and press a kiss, only to stop when his eyes meet a stranger instead. "sorry." he backs away, a furrow in his eyebrow as he looks around, searching for you. "you've got the wrong table."

"no. it's okay. i've definitely got the right table." the stranger lays it thick with a high-pitched tone, and fluttering eyelashes. "hi, handsome. here's my number."

he watches as she slips a piece of paper onto the table, confusion blending into annoyance when she leans over to take his hand. "look," he says with a frown, pushing his hands into his pockets. he's very obviously looking in the direction you went off in. "you've got the wrong table and i'm already with someone."

"ah but i don't see this someone?" the smile on her face is pushing at his limits. his jaw ticks when she moves to sit beside him. "c'mon, handsome. give me a chance."

the bathroom door by the end opens with a creak, and his head snaps at the sound. before she has time to reach over once again, he's quick to swerve away to your side. you're already eyeing the girl at your table with curiosity, your head tilted in question. "hey, who's that? one of your frien-"

he doesn't let you finish. he's quick to reach for your waist, tugging you into a kiss with a hand cupping your cheek. all negative feelings drain from his limbs, turning him into a puddle of love as you thread your fingers into his hair.

"as much as i love your kisses," you say with a gasp of breath as you look up into his eyes, finding love looking back at you through the orbs. "that was a bit sudden. did something happen?"

"not at all." he shakes his head, nuzzling into your nose. his hands are on the side of your neck, lovingly stroking the skin. "not now that you're here."

you look back at your table, seeing it empty, and the girl from before nowhere in sight.

"shall we enjoy our drinks?" he pushes you with the hand he has on your waist. he sits down first before pulling you to sit right beside him, your hands intertwined under the table. "can't wait to eat dinner with you later."

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. he won't say no to playful flirting since it feeds his ego but will only respond if you're somewhere near or in his field of vision. he won't give the other person any of his attention if you aren't. will think it's funny that they're trying their best but will either shoot them down in a way that crushes their pride or brush them off as if they don't exist.

reo, aiku, karasu, kaiser.

the bass is thrumming against his skull, a tune that doesn't fit the mall's calm and serene energy. he's sitting on one of those plush sofas in a clothing store outlet, tapping his fingers against his thigh as he waits for you to finish changing. he feels the warning glare the manager's sending, and he snorts as if trying to go into the dressing room with you is a crime. he would be so much more satisfied with you between four cramped walls than in the wide space where people are obviously gawking at him.

"excuse me." someone calls his name timidly, and he cocks his head towards them, wanting to see where this goes. they send him a smile, one that's too teethy and falsely sweet but hey he can't fault them for not flashing his favorite smile; they aren't you after all.

"yes?" his reply is short and blunt, but he sighs when the girl flinches away. you've always said that his resting face looked too mean. he chuckles at the thought.

shaking himself out of his daydream, he shows his best smile. he leans back, arm stretched out against the back of the couch as he adjusts his pose, manspreading. a peacock, you'd once muse when he first did it in front of you. he watches with thinly veiled boredom in his eyes, a juxtaposition to the sickeningly sweet smile on his lips. "can i help you with something?"

the girl flushes, biting her lip and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. being coy, he realizes with an amused scoff.

"sorry to bother you. it's just- you looked so bored. i thought i could entertain you."

his eyebrow quirks at the word entertain, tilting his head in mock curiosity. "and how would you do that, hm?" he takes her in, taking in her choice of clothing and hairstyle. cute he'd give that much to her. nothing like you, though. she couldn't compare.

he realizes belatedly that the once over was seen differently than what he meant for it to come across. amusement flickers in his eyes when she flushes a bright red, fidgeting on her spot. "you do this often?" he tilts his head, eyes half-lidded, trying to gauge her reaction. "flirting with random strangers in the mall of a hobby, eh?"

"just the handsome ones," she says with a giggle. he watches as she points a finger to the row of clothes, her interest clear as day. "how about we look around? buy some clothes or jewelry so we match."

he chuckles, shaking his head at the thought. he can't wait to tell you about this. right on cue, the door to your dressing room opens, and you step out. his breath gets stuck in his throat, his eyes widening, and a grin making its way to his lips.

the black dress you have on is nothing short of stunning. it tapers off to your knees, the material hugging your curves. he sends you an eager look, one which you giggle at. you turn, showing him the back of the dress, keeping eye contact as you do. his mouth falls and thoughts short circuit as his eyes rake down your bare back, stopping just before your bum.

oh the things he'll do to you in that dress. no wonder the manager was so adamant on not letting him join in on the fun.

"nah," he says distractedly at the girl still waiting for his response. he sends you a wink and a flirty smile, mouthing one moment, before turning back to her. "see that gorgeous specimen right there? yeah i'm hers."

"she and i, we match." his eyes are filled with mischief as he tugs his shirt down, showing off the collection of marks you left on him last night. the skin around his collarbone is red, purple, and bruised. littered with love bites. a symbol of your love he thinks smugly. "see?"

there's pride blooming in his chest, a smug smile forming on his face the moment her eyes widen and the color drains from her face. "i'm not interested in anyone who's not her. so scram." he's quick to wave her away, skipping over to tug you back into the fitting room, this time with him in it.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐂𝐄, the type to literally not care at all. will not give them time of day and will appear hostile if necessary. but he'll mostly just look at them, expressionless with dead eyes.

sae, rin, kunigami

there are so many options to choose from, he frowns, glaring at the row of refrigerators stacked next to each other as if they've done something wrong. the supermarket is relatively busy, customers ranging from middle schoolers to elderly. he's in the drink section, passing one fridge to another, looking for your favorite drink from outside the glass, his frowning reflection looking back at him.

you're somewhere in the dairy section, picking out pints of ice cream, and who knows what else. he checks his phone, checking for any new messages from you. i'll head over soon, after i find the popcorn, it reads along with multiple hearts and photos of you smiling beside the ice cream. he shakes his head, tapping a finger against the screen to save the photos.

he pockets his phone, ready to move on to the next isle when he bumps into someone. he huffs, his eyes looking at the girl that's staring right back at him.

"really?" she says with a flirty giggle after she gets a clear look at his face. he remains stoic, hands in his pocket, even as she nudges him on the shoulder as if a longtime friend. "you're handsome but if you don't say sorry when you bump into someone, they'll lose interest. but maybe that's your charm."

he moves to slight past her, not at all caring about her presence, but before he knows it, she's stuck a hand into his back pocket, sending a kiss playfully before bounding over somewhere he doesn't give a damn about. the frown on his lips deepens, but before he has the chance to look into his pocket, you pop up right beside him.

"hey, i can't find the drinks but i've got everything else." he hears you say as you show him your basket full of things, smiling up at him. there are all kinds of things in the basket, ranging from chocolate, popcorn, ice cream, sausages, and many more. tonight is monthly movie night and he tries to shake off the weird encounter from his mind, not wanting to dampen the mood.

he smiles back, leaning down to take the basket from you. the hoodie you have on is his, and it dwarves you. the hem reaches your knees, and he can't see your hands which makes him chuckle all the while more. you told him that you were cold, he knows it's just another excuse to wear his hoodie.

"let's go home." he ruffles a hand through your hair, affection getting the best of him, before taking your hand with his other.

he drops the basket on the self-checkout counter, and helps you scan all the necessary items. he eyes the chupa-chups by the counter and grabs two, strawberry and cola, scanning both and handing them for you to choose. he chuckles when you brighten, choosing the strawberry for yourself.

"i'll take the bags." he takes both bags into his left hand, the other placing itself on your back. he leads you out, shaking his head in amusement when he feels you slip your hand into his back pocket.

"hey what's this?" the tone of your voice has him frowning. "i didn't know you smoke. it's bad for you, ya know?"

looking down at the cigarette in your hand, he eyes the scribble of numbers surrounding the stick. ah that's what she slipped in, he sighs. taking the cigarette from you, he's quick to throw it to the ground, crushing it with his foot.

"i don't," he chuckles at the look of disbelief on your face. leaning in, he plucks the candy from your mouth, pressing a kiss and pushing his tongue in. you taste sweet from the candy he notes, you smell like ice cream too. he's quick to pull back, chuckling when he realizes just how flustered you've become.

"i prefer sweets," he says with a smug smile before popping the candy into his own mouth.

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saerins · 4 months

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[ ೀ pucker up, buttercup | itoshi sae ]

ೀ 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.

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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tim-shii · 2 months

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a/n: word vomit. i was salivating while scrolling thru the lego website. i need to be financially stable to purchase countless lego sets. but since i'm not 😔 here's bf sae buying you 🫵 a lego set cuz he's rich like that 😋 ending is rushed can u tell

“bad idea, i told you.”

“don’t lecture me right now. i’m—”

“you’re what? rethinking your life decisions?” sae leans by the door frame with his arms crossed. he looks like a predator waiting to pounce on its prey. he’s basically sizing you up (he’s not, your judgment is just blinded by annoyance right now).

an hour prior, you two were on good terms. hand in hand, a perk in your steps as you journey towards the lego store. sae agreed to buy you a set as a gift because he missed your anniversary due to an overseas game. what he didn’t expect was that you would pick the eiffel tower set. he tried to talk you out of it, of course.

“you are not getting that.”

“yes, i am.”

“no. you are not.”

“you’re right, i’m not. because you’re getting it for me.”

“you have the attention span of a goldfish. you’re abandoning the building process five steps in.” sae snakes his hands on your wrist, stealthily prying off your hold on the box. not stealthy enough, it seems as you pull the box closer to you, almost hugging it. “no, i won’t!”

yes, you will. sae thinks and he’s certain he’s right with how your voice pitch up when defending yourself. with your unwavering insistent, sae sighs in defeat. “fine. come on, i’ll pay up.” he nods to the direction of the counter, strong arms easily grabbing the big box out of your hold. you follow him, bright eyes and a squeal of excitement threatening to escape your mouth.

fast forward, you got in the car, sae drives you both home and that’s what brings us to now.

perhaps, he’s right. maybe it is a bad idea. are you gonna agree with him? your ego says no.

but what else can you do when you’re faced with the sudden wave of laziness in the middle of ten thousand lego pieces? of course, ask your boyfriend for help. yes, even if it pains you to ask him.

“can you..” you groaned, physically restraining yourself to say the words that will admit your defeat. sae, however, is amused with your current predicament. “yes? can i what? hm?” oh, how you wish to wipe that smug grin on his annoyingly handsome face.

“help me with this.” you point to the mess of plastic bags surrounding you.

“care to ask nicely, princess?” he raises a brow at you.

“can you please help me build this stupid eiffel towel that has ten thousand pieces?” sae’s smile widens at every word coming out of your lips right now.

“what’s in it for me?”

“my undying love and devotion.”

“don’t want that, darling. already have it, try again.”

“i’ll give you a kiss.”

“give me the instruction book, you hopeless being.”

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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— after sickness, after health + sae itoshi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — your ex husband is a menace. married or not, you'll always belong to him.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, smut, angst, divorce, custody battles, you have kids, cheating (with sae lol), manipulation, possesion, slight yandere if you squint, dub-con, tummy bulges, hold the moan, spit!kink, drunk sex, unprotected sex, toxic relationships, previously established relationships, mentions of arguments, ex husband + pro player!sae, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 1.5K.

⭑ notes — hello... i was not meant to write this but,, i fear i cannot escape the bllk brain rot lmao !! sorry if he's ooc or too mean but i hope u like it ily guys mwah <3 - m.list ✩

oooo ex husband!sae is so annoying, jarring, he’s horrible.

the divorce is somewhat amicable. both of you pretend it is. you were young and in love but now you’re growing out of affectionate shoes that are too small for you now. it hurts. but you pretend.

ex husband!sae takes what’s his and you take what’s yours. sae doesn’t want what you have and what he gave you — being the big bread winner he was, you keep the house and the cars, the expensive wedding gifts his parents sent from abroad. pity presents, he calls them. he doesn’t want you to be out on your own.

the only thing you and ex husband!sae fight over are the kids — it’s a long and drawn out battle. very messy with tears on your end begging him to call it even and take the deal your lawyer offers up so that the public stops tearing you down. he likes that you’ve called him against the wishes of your lawyers, you’re coming to him as his ex-wife — pleading with him in that way that makes his lips quirk up in a cruel smile because it’s been so long since ex husband!sae heard you beg for him like that.

maybe the custody battle was only to drag you through the mud, make you hurt a little bit so you remember ex husband!sae for the rest of your life. the time you spend with kids is split down the middle.

ex husband!sae hears it from one of your little girls on the way back from their ballet class that mommy is seeing someone new. your other daughter likes him a lot, says he gets them ice cream on the weekends where you have them. and sure enough, your ex doesn’t like that, a weird and sick sense of possession curling around his heart and lungs because you’re not supposed to have been able to move on from sae. you’re only supposed to be happy with him.

ex husband!sae who invites himself over to dinner with your girls on the night he knows that your new boy toy will be there. a sense of pride washes over him as he takes in your expression when you open the front door to him; your eyes wide, pretty lips parted in a delicate ‘o’ — you look as though you might cry, asking him if he’s here for the girls and blinking quick when he says he wants to join the four of you for dinner. he watches the curve of your ass as you lead him inside, wanting to rip that little apron right off of you and make you his again in front of your boyfriend.

the kitchen is cramped with both men politely arguing over how to make the girls’ favourite dinner while they watch bluey out in the living room — paying no mind to the tension building down the hall. your boyfriend seems uncomfortable with how comfortable ex husband!sae is in your space. he knows where the spices are, how you like to wash the dishes as you go along, the way you set the dinner table. your stress runs high as sae flits through your home, after all he did live here once too.

your boyfriend puts his hand on your shoulder. sae smiles when you shrug him off.

the polite yet snide comments continue when your girls are seated for their meals. ex husband!sae makes it known that your current partner has no place at the table, that he could never have you because you’re too loyal to the routine and life that you know. you turn to the fancy bottle of red wine sae bought with him as stress relief.

you’re slightly tipsy when ex husband!sae puts your children to bed — he stops on the creaky stairs because he can hear you drunkenly argue with your boyfriend about tonight’s events and he can’t help but feel as if he’s won. your boyfriend doesn’t think that sae should be around, that he’s bad for you, for the girls too for picking fights in front of them. and like the loyal little thing you are, you defend your ex-husband because he’s a good father and he takes care of you. he always has.

sae only steps in when he sees you getting upset, crumbling under the weight of the evening, the stress of being a single mother with someone who doesn’t understand it the way your ex does. no one else should have the power to make you cry like the midfielder does. that’s sae’s job. the steps of the stairs groan under the weight of his footsteps as sae trudges down them — intervening when you flinch away from your boyfriend who’s raised his voice at you in an attempt to get you to see that ex husband!sae is bad for you.

you screw your eyes shut and clench your fists, not intoxicated enough to fail to gently remind your current partner. “please don’t yell at me.”

you sound so hurt by the argument and that only serves to piss sae off.

“i can take care of her from here,” ex husband!sae brushes past your boyfriend to pull your swaying frame into his chest — sweeping in like your knight in shining armour and ushering the man out of his house with a sick smirk. “i think you should leave.” your boyfriend says he’ll text you later on, no doubt, with the intention to smooth things over while he still feels threatened by your pro-football player ex. but you don’t find the time to respond when later does eventually come around.

because later that night, you give into your urges and succumb to familiarity where ex husband!sae has your knees pressed into your shoulders and your hot cunt wrapped around his shaft — milking him so good like you always have. like you’re meant to be. the midfielder shudders above you, listening out for the squelching symphony your sex sings for him as he fucks you nice and slow. sae fills you up until you can feel his cock in your lungs, dragging his milky pre along your walls as if it’s his signature on your body.

the older itoshi brother would be lying if he said he didn’t miss you, your body, your kisses. the way you dreamily echo his name like it’s a prayer every time he angles his cock to hit your sweet spots. you find his hands within the messy sheets, the slickness of your heat making it easier for sae to grind himself into you. he feels lightheaded with ecstasy, his grunts turning to deep rooted moans as he swoops down to kiss you with tongue — a poor attempt to silence your squeals since your girls are sleeping just down the hall.

the bed that you used to share betrays you, crying from underneath the languid push and pull of your bodies working together for orgasm. ex husband!sae is torn between capturing your teary face in the now and reminiscing all the times he’d fucked you or made love to you against these very sheets. the thought of your new boyfriend doing the same makes him hotter, makes him move faster — slurring and spitting his praises into your eager mouth as his balls clap against the curve of your ass and the crude mix of precum and your juices tie sae itoshi to you.

licking into his mouth, you lift a hand to curl into sae’s roots and tug hard in the way that he likes. “sae,” you mewl, breathless and bambi eyed. “feel s’fuckin’ good. hah! d-don’t stop, m-missed you!”

“don’t tell me what to do, ‘couldn’t stop even if you begged for it.” sweat beads on ex husband!sae’s forehead and he closes his eyes, hips stuttering even though they piston into yours. he can’t tell if you actually miss him or if it’s the sex that’s making you feel this way — and quite frankly, he’s in the same boat. he hooks your thighs over his shoulders and presses the entirety of his body over yours, putting all of his energy in to deep, long strokes that make you choke on your words and gush sweet and clear streams around the base of his throbbing cock.

“you feel me here, love?” your ex husband!sae, asks, magenta hair flopping over his eyes — his hips flush against your puffy clit as your juices pearl along side it. he gives you a rough thrust, fucking you like it’s your wedding night all over again and he hasn’t made the last few months of your life a living hell. like he loves you. “c’mon baby, pay attention. can’t believe you’re so shameless, letting me have you like this again. do you feel me?” sae presses down on your tummy where his thick dick bulges, the sensation making the whites of your eyes visible as they roll back into your skull.

you nod, delirious with desire, pussy trapping your ex husband inside of you. “y-yes, sae! f-feel you!”

“good, because i belong here, sweetheart,” ex husband!sae coos, an evil spark haunting his aquamarine eyes. “i’m the only one who ever gets to fuck you here. because no matter what happens — you’ll always be mine and i’ll always be yours.”

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saeist · 1 year

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best friend’s brother ── S. ITOSHI

synopsis: your long time crush who just so happens to be your best friend's brother just came back from college and you're wondering if things should just be better off unsaid genre: fluff with crack, being rin's only proclaimed friend, typical best friend's brother cliche warnings: cursing, sae might be a bit ooc same with rin, blue lock doesn't exist in this. so sae is just a university soccer player or however yall call that wc: 2.3k a/n: random wip with a trope i only use if the said siblings have a brother complex that i obviously got too carried away with. i think i could explore more into this. lmk if u guys want a part two or something. likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

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rin doesn’t understand your crush on his older brother, sae

in fact, it agitates him. so much that you, his best friend, out of all people, “betrayed him like that” (as what rin likes to claim)

“you need to stop that” rin grumbles, eyes boring holes at the side of your head as you have a stupid grin on your face

“stop what?”

“that stupid face you make when sae is around”

you let out a small gasp, a look of disbelief all over your face. “i do not make a face!”

rin rolls his eyes, “you just did. it’s annoying”

“only annoying to you because it’s sae” you snicker, nudging your shoulder with his.

it has always been like this between you and the infamous itoshi brothers. rin being slightly jealous when your attention is at sae's instead of him.

maybe rin is scared that sae would probably take you away from him, as corny as it is. rin treasures you a lot as you are, if not, his only “close” friend that he considers

almost as if the universe was against rin, his infamous brother walks in the room

"mom wants you to defrost the chicken" sae says, not even bothering to look up from his phone. rin grunts, his way of saying that he got the memo

but of course, much to rin's inner protests that you’d just sit there and keep quiet, you just had to greet sae

"hey sae" you chirp, waving shyly at the older male

to your surprise, sae actually looks up for once from his phone and meets your eye. he's not really surprised that you're at their house.. again... for what seems like the nth time... to sae, you're probably at their house more than he is

"oh, hello" sae nods his head up, a simple gesture but enough to send your heart flying

when sae disappears from your line of sight, you turn to rin who had his signature scowling face looking right back at you

"he said hello to me!!" you gush, smacking rin's arm multiple times. even biting his shoulder to control your excitement.

"that's because you greeted him, dumbass" rin smacks your face with a nearby throw pillow, sending you back to the couch.

"did you have to hit me?!" you complain, laying still with the pillow still at your face. you barely hear rin murmur, "you deserve it" before smacking him in return

"don't you have a chicken to defrost?!"

“thank you for having me over, mrs. itoshi, it’s been a while since i stayed over for dinner” you smile at the woman beside you, “but please, the least i could i do is wash the dishes”

mrs. itoshi waves you off with a smile, “don’t be ridiculous, dear. you’re the guest here besides i have two boys who can do it for me as well” she motions behind her, pertaining to both sae and rin washing and drying off the dishes behind her. which in all honesty, was a sight to see.

“hurry up, jackass” sae nags rin, who was in charge of washing the dishes

“then switch places with me, bitch” rin barks back, sending daggers through his eyes

mrs. itoshi smiles apologetically at you, “sorry for the boys. you know how they are sometimes” she shakes her head before calmly lecturing the two boys about cursing each other.

the pair finish up the dishes and everything from the kitchen to the dining room is clean, mr. and mrs. itoshi already went up to their room while you and the brothers are currently in the living room, the tv serving its purpose as background noise as everyone was on their phones.

“ah shit, it’s late” you cursed, realizing the clock was almost at 11 o’clock.

“you dumbass, i’ll walk you home” rin says, getting up from the couch. you also started to gather your things so you could finally go home before sae intervenes.

“i can drive you home” sae stands up, looking between you and his brother.

there was a moment of silence after he said that. rin looking like his eyes were about to pop from his sockets, you looking equally as shocked as rin, and sae who has his usual resting bitch face

“i’m heading over to the convenience store anyway, if you’re that wary of me” sae shrugs, directing the last sentence to rin who now has a dirty look on his face

rin looks at you for your decision. technically, this wasn’t up for their debate. so, do you choose rin, your friend, or sae, your long time crush who just so happens to be rin’s older brother. you know it to your bones that if you choose sae right now, rin might take it negatively and probably ignore you for a while but when will you ever have this kind of opportunity again?

somehow rin already knew what your answer was. he knew that no matter how hard he protests about you liking his brother, there was nothing he could do. probably to ban you from coming over if sae’s home at least

“why won’t you two drop me off instead?” you suggest, trying to win the best of both worlds. sae could drop you off, rin is also with him and they could eventually bond over this and get themselves something at the convenience store. hitting two birds with one stone right? instead you were met with gagging sounds from the pair

“.. ew” sae makes a disgusted face

“and be alone with him?!” rin almost sounded like he was offended with your suggestion (he was)

you rolled your eyes at how dramatic the two were.

“fine. i’m going with sae then” you deadpan, poking your tongue out at rin who was beginning to sulk. sae whistles lowly at your answer, grabbing the car keys just by the door and starts the car.

you walk past rin who didn’t even look at you with yes, you guessed it, another scowl on his face.

“text me when you get home safe at least” he clicks his tongue in annoyance but you know he means well

you laugh, pushing his shoulders lightly. “i owe you for this” you wink, pointing towards the direction where sae was at while wiggling your eyebrows.

rin makes a face and shoos you out of their house.

with that, you rushed towards the black audi rs7 waiting by the driveway. sat at the driver’s seat was no other than sae itoshi. who is leaning next to the window with his free hand tapping random beats at the bottom of the steering wheel.

the sound of the passenger car opening and closing while you got inside broke his trance.

“good to go?” sae merely asks, but it made you jump. you managed to squeak out a small “yes” before he puts the car in reverse. you tried so hard to conceal your squeal when sae unexpectedly had his arm on the back of your headrest as he backs out of their driveway. you steal a glance when he was busy trying not to bump into their other cars.

the way his jaw clenches when he’s concentrating. the way his eyebrows were furrowed as he focuses. the way—

“take a picture, it’d last longer” sae says smugly, not even sparing you a look. you nearly choke on your own spit as that simple sentence sends you into a coughing spree.

“the fuck? you okay?” sae mused, taking a quick look at your slouched figure at the passenger seat as you try to catch your breath.

“i’m fine” you let out, not daring to make another sound.

the car falls silent, much to your relief. you take this opportunity to think about about how you managed to snag an opportunity of a lifetime to be alone with sae. your biggest crush. the sae itoshi who is probably, if not the most famous soccer player at your local college

the silence is cut short when sae suddenly connects his phone to the speakers and starts blasting songs from his playlist.

“the weekend? really sae?” you raised a brow, totally not digging his music taste.

“what about it?”

“nothing. i thought you could do better” you shrug, slumping back to your seat as after hours plays in the background

“get out of the car then” sae threatens but you know he was joking. there was a distinctive tone he uses when he was actually being bitchy or just making a sarcastic remark or as he likes to call em, a “joke”

“okay, pull over”

your response sent sae laughing which was honestly, a rare sight to see. you two shared the same dry humor after all. only you could reply with something witty and not be offended when he starts talking shit.

that’s when you noticed that he was taking another route to your house.

“this isn’t the street to my house..” you say, a bit worried. because one, it was reaching 11:30. second, it was a school night. third, your mom is probably still awake, waiting for your ass to come home from the itoshi’s.

“i know”

you look at him in disbelief, eyes wide and all. sae only gives you his signature half smile.

“i’m just taking a detour to the convenience store, relax”

“but my mom is gonna kill me that i got home so late” you try to reason but sae doesn’t listen. he shrugs and continues to drive at the nearby 7/11 a few blocks from your place.

after what feels like an eternity, you two arrive at the convenience store.

“you coming?” sae unbuckles his seatbelt and turns to you. you shake your head no as you were busy to come up with a bullshit excuse to tell your mom on why you’re late

“okay, i’ll be quick” with that, sae closes the door and goes inside to buy his stuff. much like a man of his word, he was in fact quick with his little convenience store run. he came back holding a plastic bag and a lollipop in his mouth

“what’d you get?” you ask, taking a peek at the plastic. inside you notice some canned beers, some junk food and a muffin?

“why did you buy a muffin at this hour?” you ask, trying not to let a giggle escape. sae eats muffins with beer?

“a little present for you mom” he casually says, his head turning both ways as he makes his way out of the 7/11 parking lot

he got a what for you mom?

“a present? what? why?” you blurt out. sae gives you a side glance before taking out the lollipop that was in his mouth.

“for bringing you home so late”

sae has always been a man with little to no words. his replies are always so brief and concise that he leaves you no room to question him whatsoever

shocked by his actions, you sit there stunned and confused. your heart was beating faster than ever and you think you may or may not have just fallen for him a little bit harder

sae parks the car just right in front of your house. it was already 12:03 in the morning and you were probably the most nervous you’ve ever been. sae does the courtesy of ringing your doorbell and waits for your mother to come out and unlock the gate.

you see your mother stomping her way at the front door, causing sae to snicker. even if this was entirely his fault for bringing you home so late.

“you really had the nerve to even come home at this hour you— sae? is that you?” your mom starts to nag but gets cut off when she notices someone familiar standing right next to you.

“hello, mrs. l/n” sae bows in front of your mother. to which the latter comes up and gives him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“sae it really is you! it’s been so long my dear! how have you been? when did you come back in town?” your mom starts asking him a bunch of questions all at once.

did your mom’s anger really just disappear into mid air the moment she saw sae?

“i actually just got back earlier today, that’s why y/n here came home so late ‘cause we were celebrating back at home” sae sheepishly smiles, hands both resting behind his head.

it was actually weird for you to witness sae to be so.. polite? he usually has an attitude and has no problem treating even older people like shit. so it was actually surprising to see him be so chummy with anyone besides his mom of course, let alone your own mother

“oh and i got you this by the way” sae digs through the plastic bag and fishes out the muffin that he got at 7/11.

what a way to win your mom over, huh?

“oh sae, you didn’t have to” your mom gushes, waving him off but you can see she was really touched by the thoughtfulness behind it.

sae smiles a little before checking the time on his phone. “i’ll get going now mrs. l/n”

your mom agrees and apologizes for keeping him around longer than intended to which sae just shrugs and laughs it off, telling her that he doesn’t mind and that he actually wanted to personally visit her (which was obviously a blatant lie, but at least now you know how much of a smooth talker sae really is)

sae gets inside his car, ready to drive off but before he does. he rolls down his window

“i’ll see you again, y/n” he winks at you before giving your mom a knowing smile as she looks between the two of you.

you are flabbergasted at what he just did. “mom- it’s not what you think-”

“drive safe, sae!” your mom waves goodbye as sae honks his horn before driving away to who knows where.

your mom watches as the car slowly disappears from your street before turning her attention back at you.

“he’s such a sweet boy, no?” she comments as she smiles at the little muffin sae just gifted her.

you don’t even know how to react with everything that just happened. cause you only had one question in mind.

what the fuck was that about?

#blue lock imagines #bllk imagines #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #sae imagines #sae x reader #itoshi sae imagines #itoshi sae x reader #blue lock scenarios #bllk scenarios #sae scenarios #itoshi sae scenarios #im lowkey proud about this one.. idkkkk be nice

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gojoroui · 4 months

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MORNING KISSES

cw: established relationship, sae itoshi x gn! reader, fluff, sae wants his daily morning kisses, probably ooc ??

note: this could be for rin or any other bllk characters as well !! probably not my best piece though

sae is usually a very blunt and serious guy, but how could he hold up his serious face when you’re around?

every morning; cold or gloomy — sae will always receive his daily morning kisses from you. he sees it as a boost or fuel whenever he has soccer practice or a game.

and if there’s neither practice nor game, he’ll still want your kisses.

even though he never mentions it, he loves his mornings even more if when you two cuddle in bed or comb his hair, he dislikes how vulnerable he gets when he’s around you — but he’ll never tell how much he loves you either way.

there’s just something about you that sae just absolutely adores and loves — cause he isn’t very affectionate with everyone else. whatever the answer is, he’ll still receive his kisses — right?

well, today was a little different. you wanted to play around with sae and not give him his morning kisses, wanting to see how he reacted.

you quietly yawned as you slipped out of bed, “im gonna go brush my teeth, okay?” you waddled your way towards the bathroom in your shared room. “i’ll be back.” you said, trying to hold in another yawn.

sae’s eyes followed your footsteps. he held his emotionless face, but deep inside — he was confused at why you didn’t give him your attention and kisses that you gave him every morning.

unfortunately, sae isn’t a very patient person and decides to walk into the bathroom without knocking.

“ah! what the heck, sae!?” you nearly jumped at his sudden appearance and dropped your toothpaste. “don’t you remember to knock the door before coming in!? how rude.” you quietly muttered the last two words.

sae quirked up an eyebrow, knowing what you were up too. “don’t play dumb, y/n. come back and give me your kisses.” it was your turn to quirk up an eyebrow, “what do you mean, sae? i just want to brush my teeth.”

swiftly, sae started to tickle you.

“w-wait sae! ill give you y-your kisses, s-stop!” you laughed while trying to pry sae’s hands off from tickling you. this wasn’t the first time he uses this technique on you. you were a very ticklish person and he uses that advantage to get almost whatever he wants.

excluding being greedy.

he finally stops ticking you and leans close to your face — waiting for his kiss. you were easily out of breath — and sae started chuckling at how cute you were.

“so? where’s my kiss?” — how cocky. you mumbled something under your breath — “i hate you.” before giving sae a few brief kisses around his face and finally landing a kiss on his lips.

you gave a him a small glare, which he always find cute, before pushing him out the bathroom.

“do not forget to knock next time, Sae Itoshi!” you half yelled — half scolded before slamming the door shut in his face.

‘never doing that again.’

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babeeangel · 11 months

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blue lock - how you hold their hands pt2

Different ways you hold the bllk’s boys’ hands.

Shidou Ryuusei, Itoshi Sae, Michael Kaiser, Shoei Barou

Short Headcanons. Part 1 (isagi, bachira, nagi, rin) already up ! [I’ll proofread tmr mornin]. Part 3 could be considered if i get specific character request <3

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Shidou: holding his wrist

There is no particular reason to this other than his hands get sweaty pretty fast

It also allows him to hold other things like, let’s say, the bag you brought but ended up asking him to carry.

He’s also kinda bashful so holding your hand would be too much to handle for his soft heart.

And he also likes to keep that tough appearance.

So if he was publicly seen holding someone’s hand, it would ‘ruin his reputation’ (nobody would care)

This way of holding hands also helps him convince himself that you’re the one begging for his attention or wtv

(Which is a cute yet pathetic attempt considering he’s head over heels for you, probably more than you are)

Anyways, he often grunts a little when you grab his wrist, while you snicker cause you know he wanted it more than you did

Since he won’t grab your hand to place it on his wrist, or just straight up ask you to do it, he’ll brush his hand to yours.

Sometimes he pretends it’s “by accident” (“the crowd is really dense huh?”) but most times he just quietly does, not even looking at you

Rest assured, sometimes he holds your hand. That is when you accept his request. (He often does it to show people your his and only his)

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Sae: locking arms (maybe ooc ? advice welcomed <3)

I don't think there was a particular reason for this

It’s just what the two of you came to prefer

Yeah, you hold hands ‘conventionally’ sometimes, but most of the time, it’s this, your arm over his.

Sometimes you hold his arm too, but usually you just cross them and go on.

It’s so casual that sometimes you’ll place your hands in your pockets, hold a cup or a bag… Basically not giving all your attention in holding him

That’s a relief though.

Cause if you had to pay full attention to it, that’s the only thing you’d ever do.

Since you’re always locking arms.

No seriously, wherever you, whatever you do, even if you’re just walking a meter, heading over to the trash can, you’ll simultaneously have the reflex to get close to each other and lock arms.

People say it’s rather classy though.

It fits your dynamic well, two lovers that do everything together, including sitting in silence.

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Kaiser: always the comfortable position

You know how when you hold someone’s hand there's always a position that’s comfier ?

Usually the shorter person gets it (not necessarily)

(You hand is more sideways as opposed to more vertical) (anyways if you don't get me it's okay)

Well kaiser always lets you be that one

Of course he’ll let his princess get the best things, he’ll go out his way to make your life smoother

He doesn’t even realize he’s getting the worse part, and if he didnt he wouldn't mind.

Anyways, he’s always the one to take initiative to hold hands.

Wherever you are, whether one or a hundred people could see you, if he wants to hold your hand, he will.

Question being: will you get blushful over it ? Ahh, don't care actually, because he'll do it anyway.

When you try to let go, he tightens his grip so you double think your decision.

But if you really decide to break free, he’ll let you, no hard feelings.

And when you reach for his hand first, it boosts his ego - and love for you - up.

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Barou: palm to back (the back of your hand faces the palm of his)

Classy way for classy man

I mean distinguished rather.

When it comes to holding each other’s hand, Barou goes for it as much as you do.

He’s not shy when it comes to expressing how much he loves you

So if he feels like he wants to hold your hand, he’ll just take it

But since he’s full of pride, he gets hurt if you refuse or let go first.

When you first started holding his hand in this unusual, quirky way, he was intrigued

But he soon realized it would be one the many quirks you have he’d come to love.

And now, he actually like this way over any other way to hold hands

It’s singular !

The few times people tried to make ‘fun’ of him for being soft, he just glared at them for a second, and it was enough for them to understand how bad of a decision that was.

Deep down, they were just jealous he was mature enough to be so proud of loving you.

A\N : I loove writing HCs they’re so easy haha ! I hope this is clear and in character. I’d love to hear anything that’s on your mind after reading this~

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seichira · 1 year

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will you, won’t you, be the one i’ll always know?

you always worry for sae and he always worries that he might lose you. when everything spins out of control, when his lies come crashing down on him, and when he is confronted by his fear—he has you to slow it all down.

pairing : itoshi sae x reader

content : hurt and comfort. inspired by the fray’s look after you. no manga spoilers. keeping of secrets. multiple injuries.

your boyfriend sometimes forgets that he is just human. he disregards all limitations and challenges boundaries that would have been extraordinary and great if it doesn’t worry you.

but it does—it worries you. the actions that his fans and the media label as out of this world are the same actions that inflict pain on him.

on your itoshi sae.

it broke your heart when he had to exert more effort than most at the start of his international career just to prove that he is as good as the european players. it was disheartening to see that even after he has proven that he is better than all of the midfielders in his league, he was then criticized by his own country for leaving.

welcoming him and his tired eyes home will never not tug at the chords of your heart but you do it anyway.

massaging his limbs to release tension and hearing him groan in pain will never not bring tears to your eyes but you offer it to him anyway.

embracing him to sleep and watching his face contort in fatigue will never not make you want to keep him in your arms forever but you let him go in the morning anyway.

it hurt, over and over again, yes—but you followed him to the ends of the earth. you followed him to spain because no matter how much it hurt, you knew that football made him happy. his happiness was yours, too.

you do your best to let your encouragement shine through and overshadow your worries so that it will make everything better for sae. the smile and the kiss you send him off with in the morning are nothing short of love and support.

but it doesn’t remove the fact that his career scares you. it terrifies you that one day, he’ll get hurt. your nightmares lately are composed of scenarios wherein sae gets himself hurt and there is nothing you could do to change it.

you’re worried and you’re scared, but you will wake him up anyway to start his day—because that is what you’re here for. to support him and help him live his dreams.

“sae, love?” you gently move the stray hairs away from his face and caress his arms to wake him up. “it’s time to get up.”

your boyfriend gives out a small hum of acknowledgement and he pulls you close to give you a loving kiss on the temple.

“good morning. thank you for waking me up.”

without another word, he gets up and gets ready for his morning jog. when he finally leaves for practice, all you could do was watch his car leave the driveway and pray to the heavens that sae would come home to you in a better state that the night before.

later that evening, sae comes home exhausted like always. you noticed that there was a slight limp to his walk but the next time you look, it was gone.

“everything okay?” you asked as you welcome him at the doorway. he shrugged off his coat and places a quick kiss to your forehead before walking past you.

it was complete silence from his part but you are not one to give up easily, especially not when it comes to him. “are you alright, love?”

he sits down on the sofa and wipes his face with both his hands in obvious frustration.

this makes your eyebrows furrow in concern and you immediately throw yourself on his lap, which he welcomes, and he wraps an arm around your waist.

“nothing’s wrong. just… tired.”

“are you lying to me?” you ask genuinely. “tell me the truth. what happened?”

sae hides his face in the crook of your neck and his breath tickles you but you could not care less when he’s clearly bothered about something. in return, you run your fingers through his hair in an attempt to comfort him.

“i’m not lying, baby. it was a bad day at practice and didn’t get the results i wanted. i’ll try again tomorrow so it’s not a big deal.”

you let it go and accept the truth, but what you do not know is that sae got a mild injury in his left ankle when someone had purposely toppled him over. he was worried you might see it and he did his best to conceal it.

“don’t worry about me, hm? i’m fine, but i’ll be so much better once i taste what you cooked for me tonight,” he says with a gentle smile on his face. you mirror it because how could you not?

sae gives your waist an assuring squeeze before you both stand up to go the dining room and go about your night with each other.

he knows how much you worry. he knows how much you have sacrificed to support him in his dream. he knows how much you hurt.

sae is also a man with a lot of worries, so he understands you. he lives in his head more than he lets on and he would never voice it out.

he worries he might not be good enough. he worries he made the wrong decision of leaving him. he worries that his relationship with his brother can no longer be repaired. he worries that you will wake up one day and realize this is not worth leaving him for. he worries that he will lose you.

he is worried because while he tries to manage a lot of things, the things that matter most to him are out of his control, and that haunts him wherever he goes.

sae had managed to keep himself away from more damage to keep you from unnecessary worry. he had also successfully kept his injury a secret from you—until the day you were both at the airport bound to japan.

his phone lights up with a notification from a message while he is fetching some food for you. see, it was never a big deal for the both of you to go through each other’s phones. you knew his password and he knew yours.

so, you open the message for him. much to your surprise, it us a message from sae’s physical therapist, saying: sae, your scans came back and despite recovering from your recent injury, i do not advise you to play in this weekend’s match in japan just yet.

your heart sinks to your stomach and it goes wild with all of the questions running through your brain.

“what injury?” you whisper to yourself.

the last injury sae had that you know of was in barcelona and that was over a year ago. that was the most recent one and he had been cleared to play! he recovered from it well! you were there at the doctor’s office with him in every appointment when he had that injury!

your head is throbbing with all of the stress brought by the unanswered questions in your head that only your boyfriend can answer.

as if on cue, sae arrived with your food on his hands. “baby, they didn’t have the flatbread that you asked for but i knew to get—hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

in the blink of an eye, sae is kneeling on the floor at your aid and looking up at you to search your face for answers. you raise his phone that flashes the text message.

his eyes widens in shock, or perhaps, guilt. “i-it could just be a misdirected text or something,” he tries to reason with you.

no—he tries to lie to you.

he knows it’s wrong, but god, he can’t afford to let you know about this now. not when you’re so excited to fly to japan for a game and have a taste of home after so long!

“if you lie to me one more time, sae, i don’t think i can take this anymore. just tell me the damn truth! when were you hurt?!”

your voice shakes but it is demanding. it is a result of the many years you spent waiting for him to come home to you in one peace. it is a manifestation of all your nightmares combined.

it brings sae to sit down next to you and take your hand in his, to try and make the blow as soft as possible. he looks down to your intertwined fingers, as if for courage, while you stare at his crestfallen face.

“last month. when you had asked me what was wrong, and i told you it was just a bad day. i lied. i didn’t want to hide it but—“

“but what? sae, we talked about this! that i followed you here so i could be with you every step of the way! this,” you motion between the two of you, “this is not letting me be with you in every step of the way! this is shutting me out!”

“i didn’t want you worry for me!” his tone becomes defensive but he doesn’t mean for it to come out that way.

his words are like a trigger to a bursting dam of your tears. they start to fall one after the other, and they don’t stop.

“i worry for you either way! i worry every day of my life that i feel like i will die early because of it! i take care of you because you don’t do that for yourself! i worry, and i always will! it is unfair for you to keep this from me, sae!”

the sight of your tears are enough to break his heart into a million pieces. right now, he knows he is wrong. he knows he made the wrong call. he knows he broke the promises he made to you when he had asked you to come with him.

“i’m really sorry. i thought i was doing the right thing but i know now that i wasn’t.”

“you can tell me anything. don’t ever let my worrying get in the way of that, please? it kills me that you think you should keep these things from me. i want to be there.”

you speak again when sae cannot seem to find the right words to say. “you are not playing in this weekend’s game, sae. i’m telling you.”

he is quick to shake his head in defiance. “listen to me, yeah? i promise you. i promise that i’m alright now. my therapist is just overreacting, but i’m fine. please.”

“i-i don’t know, sae…” you are now hesitant because you know how much the next game means to him. you know that he has spent his life training for games like this, a game at home, where he can show them that leaving was not a waste of efforts after all.

he holds your hand tightly before bringing it to his lips for a kiss. “i promise. i’m okay. i’m not lying this time.”

“lie to me one more time, sae… and i don’t think i have the heart to stay through this any longer.”

he wasn’t lying, he knew he was in the condition to play but he didn’t know what would happen at the game itself.

the first ultimatum that you have given him in the length of your six-year relationship kept on replaying on his mind when his legs betrayed him at the day of the game. his past injury that he had healed from suddenly came back when an opponent tackled him to the ground.

the whole stadium shouts in shock the moment the star player rolled on the grass in sheer pain, but no one there is as heartbroken as you.

no one there is as scared as sae—as he thinks, this is it. my girlfriend is going to leave me after this. my career will be over after this. my country will praise my brother and i will go down in history as a traitor. this is the end.

the stretcher brings him to the dugout and then the ambulance, and all sae could think about is your face.

his head spins as he thinks of a life without you, an unimaginable one that he could not even stomach to imagine. yet, he is forced to do so right now. because he knows that no one is stupid enough to stay in this predicament.

it hurts. it kills him because you are his everything. whenever sae loses control and everything spins around, he had you. you always knew how to slow down the world down for him.

and now, you will leave him.

but he’s wrong. he’s wrong because he will always have you, no matter how many promises he breaks.

you will always be the one he knows. you are the same person who fell in love with him in high school. you are the same person who said yes when he asked you to move with him. you are the same person who told him that you will love him forever, even when things get hard.

“sae! sae, baby… come on, look at me.”

so, the next thing sae knows, he is pulled away from his reverie and the first thing he sees as he opens his eyes is your face. the siren of the ambulance you are both in is loud, but he cannot hear anything but your voice.

“it’s okay. it’s okay. they gave you anesthesia to keep you from feeling the pain, baby. you’re going to be okay, yeah?” you say to assure him but you do not know that the thought of losing you hurt a million times more than his injured leg.

your presence is enough for him. nothing else matters, not even his broken leg. not when you’re next to him like this. he’s sure that you are more in pain and more terrified for him than him.

for the first time in forever, a tear escapes his eyes as he finally heaves a breath of relief.

“i’m sorry, baby.”

you signal for him to stop talking and you continue crying. “it’s not your fault, sae. don’t apologize to me. let’s just make sure you’re alright, please?”

he loves you so much. he loves you for being here. he loves you for staying. he loves your for understanding him. he loves you for taking care of him. he loves you for worrying about him. he loves you for silencing his demons.

he loves you.

“i am in love with you,” he whispers loud enough for you to hear. you grip his hand and kiss his head, “i am in love with you too. i will look after you, okay? i’m here.”

sae thinks, yeah. when i’m losing my control and the city spins around, you’re the only one who knows to slow it down.

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venusbby · 1 year

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hi!! hope you are doing well <3

congratulations for 200 followers, you deserve even more��🏻 for this event can i have no.6 with sae, but the reader says the line? it will be amazing imo , and thank you for your hard work!!! take care of yourself, xoxo (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

midnight

🍁 character & prompt : ITOSHI SAE // #6. "i've never seen you smile like that before."

note: thank you so much for your love ! <3 have a great day and i hope u like this !!! # drabble game prompts here

summary: your boyfriend hates the idea of letting you go out alone at night. even if it's a one minute walk. and even if it's for ice cream.

the warmth of his hand radiated throughout your whole body as you walked side by side on the empty street, in contrast to the chilled air of the clear night.

"you seriously didn't have to come with me," you mumbled, gesturing to the small bag in your other hand when sae hummed in question. your footsteps coordinated with each other's. left and then right. you felt silly when you realised how it made you smile to yourself.

"i wanted to. i needed a breather anyway." he replied, voice raspy. neither of you had talked much on the short walk to the supermarket, with your stomach yearning for the taste of your favourite ice cream and sae following after you with his hands buried in his hoodie and his head kept low in an effort to be hidden.

your midnight cravings were maybe a little ridiculous. but sae wasn't one to complain. especially when you were so insistent on not letting him tag along, saying 'sae, it's just a minute away. i'm gonna be fine.'

no way in hell would he ever let you go somewhere alone at this time. so he told you to shut up and wait for him as he threw on a hoodie and slipped on the shoes that were easiest to wear. he felt relieved that he was spending the night at your place. if he wasn't there, you'd still go alone for your beloved ice cream and he just can't stand the thought of not being with you.

he had also realised that he never knew your favourite ice cream flavour.

not that he was supposed to know from the very beginning.

because your relationship hasn't even reached its five month anniversary. not until next month.

not that he remembers the date.

he does. he's waiting for it. he's thinking of what he should do for you. he almost considered asking his brother for help until he became annoyed. how dare his brother get into a relationship before him?

but now he knows your favourite flavour.

and he knows how loud your laugh is, because you just laughed out of nowhere and it's booming through his ears because the neighbourhood is so quiet.

"sorry. the cashier's face when he saw you— it was so funny," you cackled, not bothering to think about the people who were probably sleeping in the houses that you passed by.

"he definitely thought he was seeing shit. the guy's probably been working all day." sae said with a hint of a chuckle.

the thought made you laugh harder for some reason. you grabbed his hand tighter and stopped in the middle of the street, right under the streetlight, hunching over and laughing your heart out. sae looked at you and saw your slightly guilty expression as you couldn't stop.

he smiled.

it was not his fault that your laugh was so contagious and your cheeks looked so cute when you smiled wide.

you started to quiet down from the sudden laughing fit when you noticed his smile.

"i've never seen you smile like that before."

sae blinked. was he smiling?

"noooo, why'd you stop smiling now?" you whined, getting cut off by sae when he gently but swiftly placed his finger on your lips.

"shhh. people are sleeping." he played it off, looking below at the bag in your hand. "and your ice cream will melt."

you smiled and kissed his finger. he retreated with instant regret. still, he liked that.

"sorry," you sheepishly replied. "your smile is just.. something."

"whatever. let's go home."

you hummed, continuing the walk. this time, you both walked faster.

but you couldn't stop yourself from saying it. your face felt warm when you stared at your partner. he avoided your gaze and looked forward with a twitch in his lips.

"i'm gonna bring that pretty smile on your face again. just watch."

he exhaled. you grinned.

it's not going to take a long time for you to make him smile once again— he knows that deep down. and he's happy that you're the reason for it.

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cutecatlov3r · 1 year

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sae x reader !

i'm a mixed baby (mexican and asian) who was raised on spm's music, and i was listening to his song "wiggy" and i just thought of this quick idea ! love spm and this song sm !

a/n: like, comment, re-blog ily ! not proofread :<

You sucked softly on Sae's neck, he was holding on to your waist, grinding his hardened cock on your clothed cunt. You both were not in a relationship, you two were rather friends with benefits. He didn't do relationships.

His voice was shaky, his breath hitching ever so slightly. It burned your core, he was so sexy... You wished for him to be yours...

You, by instinct, started sucking in the same spot on his neck even harder now. It would for sure leave some sort of hickey, you know for a fact he hated them but... You couldn't help yourself!

Sae snapped out of his trance, he knew you were applying too much suction on his neck. He furrowed his eyebrows, pushing you off him. He wasn't harsh or anything, it was more of an urgent push.

"Y/n... I swear to fucking God," he mumbled, walking over to a nearby mirror. You waited for him to notice your work. He sighed, looking at what you had done to his neck. "What the hell did I tell you about leaving hickeys? I don't like them Y/n, you know that," he groaned, rubbing his neck. His voice was monotone, not showing any emotion. He walked back over to you, pulling you on to his lap. This behavior sort of surprised you, you usually were the one who was doing everything when it came to sex.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, feeling a little bit of guilt.

Sae sighed, pinching your cheeks with one hand. His eyes glared into yours, with his other hand he slapped your cheek, not too harsh yet not too soft. It was hard enough to leave a stinging sensation. You loved when he showed any emotion with you, even if it was frustration. Afterwards, he grabbed on to your neck, tightly, pulling you close to him. His actions were so unlike him... It got you very excited yet nervous. His lips went towards your ear, your mind wandered to what he was planning to do.

"I'm going to have to punish you for doing this, tsk, such a bad girl,"

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3rdgymbros · 1 year

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━ 𝐎𝐡 𝐍𝐨, 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐭!

— pairing; itoshi sae x reader

— summary; in which being rin suffers after two of his team members thirst over his brother. set in the blue lock manager au.

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❋ “The current Japanese U-20 team you will be facing has added one additional member to their roster,” Ego drawls out, linking his spider-like fingers together. “Itoshi Sae will be joining the squad.”

❋ A rippled murmur of interest goes around the room. Everyone’s familiar with the famous Itoshi Sae.

❋ And, well, the picture of (a shirtless!) Sae flashing over the monitors isn’t really needed, but it sure goes a long way in making your day.

❋ Sae’s legs are toned and powerful, flawlessly proportional to his trim hips and waist. His precisely-cut biceps are as sexy as hell. His hair is slicked back, which shows off the definition of his neck and traps, and the sculpted angles of his face.

❋ Christ. You’ve been intimate with this man. Your brain can’t wrap itself around that fact, not while faced with the irrefutable evidence of how uniquely beautiful he is.

❋ Oh, hey, Sae bulked up a little.

❋ You only realise that you’ve vocalised your thoughts once Rin levels an icy glare your way.

❋ “Stop fucking staring,” he says, spitting the words out like they’re poison.

❋ Whoops.

❋ Traumatising Sae’s little brother wasn’t on your to-do list for the day, but hey. It looks like the cat’s out of the bag now.

❋ “It’s a purely professional observation,” You say hastily, trying ─ and failing ─ to defend yourself. At the very least, you have the grace to attempt to look ashamed.

❋ “Here’s another observation,” Shidou says, staring at Sae and licking his lips in a clearly obscene manner. “He’s hot.”

❋ Someone said it!

❋ You gape at Shidou in disbelief, but your shock is quickly eclipsed when Rin tackles him to the ground in an uncharacteristic show of violence.

❋ And, well.

❋ You can’t really fault Shidou for speaking the truth.

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saekkas · 11 months

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𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒

summary: romantically cliche things the boys do when they're in love with you.

includes: isagi, nagi, reo, yukimiya, rin, sae, kunigami, kaiser, karasu, bachira, aiku.

notes: this might just be the most lovey-dovey thing i've ever written in my life.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍: goes out of his comfort zone, does anything he can so that you're always smiling when with him, makes butterflies erupt every single time he opens his mouth.

kaiser, sae, isagi, karasu

"can't you let me see? we've been doing this for hours!"

his hands are around your face, shielding your vision. you can see nothing but darkness, only small spots of light from the gaps of his fingers. he's been nothing but romantic for the whole day, eager to celebrate your anniversary on a day off. he's taken you to a popular italian place, which he's booked under your name from two months ago, and brought you to a science and art museum that's produced more than a hundred lock screen worthy photos.

all the while keeping his hands around your eyes every time you move onto a new spot. he's determined to make this the best day of your life, and with the way it's going, he's gotten his wish.

"calm down, we're almost there." his voice is right by your ear, tone completely warm as he chuckles at the shiver it brings. "since when were you the impatient one in the relationship?"

"can you blame me? how am i supposed to know you aren't leading me into a trench in the middle of nowhere?" there's only silence, and you can only assume he's grown tired of your whining. "it's a perfectly plausible scenario and you know that. what if-"

"we're here," he says, this time whispering lowly as he stops your movements, placing his chin on your shoulder. "i hope you like it. it's my last present for today."

you blink your eyes when he finally takes away his hand, trying to get used to the onslaught of brightness. you gasp, realizing belatedly that he's taken you to the canopy of your joined apartment. he's taken two chairs from your kitchen, along with a high desk from your work room, and transformed the space into a private space for two.

"this is beautiful. i can't believe you did this for me."

his hands are warm as they trail down your waist, wrapping you snugly against his chest. you can feel the soft breath coming from his mouth, and the telltale signs of a five o'clock shadow as he nuzzles into your neck. "do you like it?"

"i love it. i love you." you stand in silence for a while, taking the time to take everything in. you snap out of your trance like state when he takes your hand, pulling you towards the seats. "thank you. you've completely made my present for you look like trash."

there's a shadow of a smile on his face, bright even under the darkness of the ink blue sky. you'd print it if you could. you'd freeze this moment, this day, so you'll get to experience it forever, in a never-ending loop, if you could.

"two tickets to meet my favorite team is far from trash, but i'll accept the compliment."

that shadow of a smile turns into a grin, and you realize you never want to experience a day without his smile for the rest of your life if you could.

the lights from nearby buildings look and feel as if fireflies, surrounding you in a peaceful hue. his eyes are a different shade today, far brighter than they usually are. his embrace far warmer.

you suppose love does that to the best of people. and you suppose you're lucky to be able to get to experience it with him.

"i have something for you."

you quirk an eyebrow as he leans down to reach for something under his seat. it's rectangular, medium-sized, nothing special looking, and yet your heart's beating against your ribcage, threatening to let loose and engulf him whole.

"i thought this whole set up was supposed to be the last?"

"i lied," he chuckles, handing the object to you with soft eyes. "open it."

the wrapping is shabby at best, and you bite your lip, both endeared and amused by his actions. you tear it gently, gasping when the cover of your favorite book looks back at you. "i..."

the cover feels smooth under your fingers, and you can only choke back a sob when you flip onto the first page, finding his scribbled writing right under the author's autograph. the next pages are similar in different ways, filled with little notes and highlighted words at the edges. his thoughts immortalized for you to read.

"you annotated a book for me?" you sniffle, wiping away the tears before they fall onto the pages. "and got the author to sign it?"

"why are you crying?" he asks out of pure sweetness, nothing but love looking back at you from his eyes. "isn't that what a guy does when he's in love with a girl?"

you only nod, still at a loss of words as he leans down another time, this time placing a cool box on the desk. "gelato?" he asks with a laugh as he places two of your favorite flavored dessert in between you. "can't have my love crying on our special day, can we?"

you learn that the gelato isn't the last surprise either. his last present comes in the form of a ring and a promise made under the night sky.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍: holds every single one of your things, will not let you move a single finger, proudly shows you off as his.

aiku, nagi, kunigami

"i have two hands too, you know?" you laugh, your shoulders shaking as you lean against the apartment door's entrance. "i can bring my own things."

you watch with thinly veiled amusement as he shakes his head with a stubborn frown. his footsteps are heavy, the added weight of all your shopping bags dragging him down slightly. you move slightly to the left, pushing the door open wider so he could enter.

"i'll get you something to drink. hold on," you say with a pointed look before making your way to the kitchen to fetch a water bottle. walking back, you giggle at the sight of him peeking into the paper bags. "here."

the palm of his hands are slightly calloused against the skin of your thighs as he all but drags you onto his lap. the couch sinks under your joined form and you raise an eyebrow when he looks up at you with puppy eyes.

"what?" you ask, slightly suspicious of the pout on his face after the few seconds of silence. "you want something don't you?"

"show me?" his tone is dripping in honey and his hands rub circles on your back as he tries to persuade you. "wanna see my girl all dolled up and pretty."

you sigh at his request, your heart weak at his show of affection. "fine. you better pay attention though."

he hums, nodding his head excitedly as you take the bags and bring them into the bedroom with you, ready for a fashion show.

"i'm not wearing every single one so i'll show you my favorites." the dress you have on is innocent, fun. one you've picked exactly for picnic dates and ice cream runs. it's a baby blue color, white lace trimming your waist with a bow to match. "what do you think?"

his eyes roam from your head down to your feet, and you blink at the silence that coats his answer. "do you not like it?"

he blinks back, as if breaking out of a gaze before he stands, leaning down to press three pecks onto your lips. you watch as he walks back to the couch, tilting your head at the coy smirk on his face. you feel dumbfounded when he waves a hand, motioning for you to try the next one.

the second outfit is far simpler. white top matched with a leather jacket and boots. there's no other sound besides the fan by the edge of the kitchen and his footsteps as he leans in to press another kiss. only two this time.

you snort when you realize when he's doing. if there's anything your boyfriend will do, it's charm you with whatever weird stunt he has up his sleeve. "you are impossible. what is this? your version of america's top model?"

"i don't hear you complaining." he walks back to his seat, watching you with lidded eyes and a small smirk filling his expression. "next one?"

you snort, changing into the last outfit for him to see. this one's far more intimate as you've bought it for special occasions. the dress is a dark maroon, it sinks down to the floor with a plunging neckline that is a wonder to the eyes. you watch as he stiffens, becking you forward with a come-hither motion on his finger.

you sway your hips as you walk, looking at him with a coy smile that he most certainly loves. before you have the chance to lean down, he shoots up, pressing three kisses on your lips, and another on your exposed chest.

his hands wrap around your waist, tilting your chin so that you meet his eyes. "next one."

"that was the last one." you quirk an eyebrow, squinting when he grins. "what?"

"try my clothes. i'll give you full scores for every outfit."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒: gets you anything and everything that reminds him of you, reminds you of your worth every day, charming to the point that your mother wants you to marry him asap.

rin, yukimiya, bachira, reo

"hey, i know you're a big-time pro-athlete now but that doesn't mean you need to spend all your money on me."

your boyfriend has a thing for splurging. he buys things that are almost always useless and insists on gifting them to you with a big shiny bow wrapped around it. he isn't much of a spender for himself, insists on wearing his clothes until they're somehow falling off his body but with you? his pockets are loose, wallet seemingly always filled with credit cards.

an investment for the future, he calls it.

you don't know whether to laugh at the absurdity of his words or cry because this handsomely talented individual actually sees you as part of his future. he's calling you as his future. talk about sweeping a girl off her feet.

"they're pretty. i thought you'd want to see them."

the bouquet that he sent is nothing if not pretty. it's a stunning piece of work, an arrangement of many different kinds of vividly colored flowers wrapped into a huge bundle. it's hefty in your hand and you'd be lying of you said that it isn't a treat for the eyes.

"you could have taken a picture and showed it to me through text, eh?" you walk forward, smelling the flowers in your hand, and carefully place them on the desk to put in a vase later. "you didn't need to ship it all the way from paris."

you watch as the pixelated version boyfriend shrugs, a sweet smile forming on his lips at your words. it's nighttime where he's at, and it shows through the darkness of the hotel window he currently resides in. the video shakes as he holds his phone, moving away from the window and onto a bed.

"do you like it?" he asks, propping a hand behind his head and on a pillow. "the florist recommended that one for you. she said it had a special meaning."

"yeah? tell her she has amazing taste and is very kind if you ever meet her again."

he hums, eyes hazy and laced with sleep. you smile when he tries to stifle a yawn. "you should go to sleep. it's late there, isn't it?"

"it's fine." he yawns like a puppy is your first thought when he does let it out. there's an air of tiredness around him, clearly drained from practice and a match. you giggle when he yawns again, this time stretching his hands above his head like a cat. adorable. "i wanna talk to you for a bit more. i miss you."

you soften at that. "i miss you too. just three more days, right?"

he nods at that, the smile never leaving his face. the smile, you've come to realize, is reserved especially for you. "i told the florist to write a note for you too. is it there?"

you hum, placing the phone against your mug to look for it. you've been too distracted by its beauty that you never noticed the small piece of white paper that's attached to one of the flowers' stems. the first thing that catches your eye is the list of flowers the bouquet is made from and their meaning.

roses; love, warmth. dahlia; eternal love, appreciation, commitment. chrysanthemums; loyalty, happiness, joy. ranunculus; charm and attractiveness. anemones; anticipation.

the second, is the beautiful cursive handwriting that details, "i'll love you until the last one withers."

you look back to your phone, smiling brightly at him. "thank you. this means everything to me." there's an air of happiness that surrounds him at your words, his smile brightening along with yours. there's a glint in his eye that you're suspicious of, yet you don't get to call him out for it.

"i'm glad you like it. i'm gonna head in now. i'll text you in the morning, okay?" he hums, padding from his bed and turning the light off, bathing him in a moonlit glow. "call me when you wake up."

"okay." there's always a bittersweet feeling in saying good night to him, in saying temporary farewells. your shoulders slump slightly and you nod, blowing him a kiss. "night. sweet dreams. i love you."

"i love you too, angel."

the line disconnects after a few minutes of silent staring and you sigh, turning away to find a vase for your newly bought gift. it's only when you're gently placing the flowers in that you realize one's different from the others. you chuckle, holding the fake flower to your chest. picking up your phone, your fingers glide across the screen, sending him a text you hope he'll see when he wakes.

you: who knew you were such a romantic

you: i'll love you forever. thank you. you mean the world to me.

your fingers stop as you take in the flower once more, every single one of its petals has been painted a different color. it's smooth against your hand, and you grin when you lift it to your nose to sniff. it smells like him.

you: send me your hotel address. i'm sending you a gift.

you: me.

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saerins · 1 year

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─── 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

+ itoshi sae x f!reader | wc 4.7k | content: fluff (i promise), slight insecurities, comfort, 5 times he says yes and 1 time he says no

notes: ok ok so guys !! i know i’ve been posting angst recently so i offer you comfort sae !! <3 this man has my entire heart so i’m just gonna embrace it hehe may or may not have been thinking of ‘daylight’ when i wrote this .

summary: the way sae loves you is beautiful. it’s nothing like you envisioned and something you never knew you needed.

“be my girlfriend, then, idiot.”

he’s handsome, seventeen.

even more handsome when he’s on the field, being the beast you know he is. he dribbles past everyone like they’re robots, like they’re snails. he gets into the penalty area and scores, and everyone in the stand cheers.

if there’s one common knowledge in your high school, it’s that itoshi sae is one of the world’s best soccer players.

maybe it’s no wonder that you’re holding a bag full of gifts for sae for valentines, being assistant manager for your school’s soccer team. it’s astounding how heavy this bag is. but you’ll know that in the end, whatever’s inside will likely get distributed between the entire team anyway, given how sae never accepts a single one.

“is it that time of the year again?” sae sighs, squirting water from his bottle into his mouth, towel hanging around his neck as he walks out of the locker room shirtless, fresh after a shower and hair all damp, sticking to the sides of his face.

still handsome.

“would it kill you to accept at least one of them?”

you expect one of his usual retorts—maybe a yes or a one of them could be poisonous. but instead, he grabs the bag from you, still frowning. “fine then,” he says, opening the bag and peering inside before he turns his gaze back onto you, “which one’s from you?”

the one with the purple post-it attached to sae’s favourite candy bar.

“i didn’t give you any, itoshi,” you lie, keeping your calm and crossing your arms. but sae cocks a brow because he doesn’t believe you. “really!”

“yeah, you sure about that?” sae’s tone takes a surprisingly gentle turn, and you find it hard to get used to. especially when it’s coupled with an amused expression.

“really, i’d die before giving anything to a grump like you.”

sae nods his head like he doesn’t believe you and starts rifling through the contents. he takes something out—a candy bar with a purple post-it attached to it. you can’t escape from him even if you tried.

“you’re the most irritating smart handsome guy i know, i hope you make it to the big leagues, i’ll never get tired of watching you play,” sae reads out loud, monotonously because it’s his way of mocking you. his gaze shifts from the note up to you, and he has his answer by your unwillingness to meet his eyes. “slick.”

“oh, shut up,” you tell him before turning on your heels and walking off.

“you want me so bad.”

“you wish, itoshi sae.”

“hey, take the rest of these away from me,” sae calls after you, referring to the big bag of valentines’ gifts you’d just left him with.

you turn around, walking backwards. “i’m not your girlfriend, itoshi, not my job!”

sae smirks. “be my girlfriend then, idiot.”

taken off guard, you fail to watch where you’re walking and fall over a broom, knocking several of the janitor’s stuff over. sae runs over, straight-faced while he holds his hand out to you.

“damn klutz,” he remarks as he pulls you up on your feet.

you’re thankful sae’s not the kind to make jokes like how he swept you off your feet, but the close proximity is making you giddy, in a good way, and you’re not sure you want to pass up on that.

“so?”

“so what, itoshi? and let me go,” you say, trying to pull away from him. he doesn’t let go though.

“say yes, then i’ll let go,” he tells you, and you can feel his breath fanning your lips and you’re sure he’s having a field day watching you get flustered.

“sure you want me, itoshi sae?” because a part of you finds that hard to believe, with the way he rejects other girls left and right and barely feels any remorse.

but what you don’t know is how different you are to him. if he dare say, special. maybe it’s the way you’ve always seemed like the stubborn kind, the kind of girl that refuses to ask for help but secretly wants to be protected. the kind of girl who can always help herself, but kill him if he thinks you’re someone who wouldn’t mind having someone to lean on.

maybe at some point, he started to want to be that person for you. no matter how many times you scream his name for not complying to schedules, no matter how many times you flip your hair against his face. you have everyone on the soccer team on a leash, and most of all sae.

that’s the first time he tells you—yes, he wants you.

“not even if you bribe me.”

at nineteen, sae’s serious about you.

it’s no secret that he’s devoted—you can feel it. because sae isn’t the type to profess his love every day, no. he’s the kind that shows it through his actions, through the way he automatically carries your shopping for you, through the way he always takes your side in public, through the way he looks at you whenever you’re talking.

you have no doubt about it. it doesn’t even cross your mind that he might stray. yeah, you have your priorities, and he has his. you’ll go after them, and he’ll go after his—there’s no reason why you can’t chase your dreams in parallel.

your parents think otherwise, though.

like some rather typical parents do, they’re sceptical; sae can see it in their eyes. the way they furrow their brows whenever you invite him to chime in during dinner, the way they ask investigative questions—things about his past history that even you never asked him.

“mom!” you’re fed up with their interrogation tactics, shooting a warning glare at your parents.

your mom and dad look at each other in resignation before resuming to quietly eat their dinner. you’re reluctant to leave sae alone at the dinner table with your parents while you help to wash up, but sae tells you he’ll be fine. because he will.

they’re humans. they’re like you, just older and less prettier. why should sae be scared?

as expected, the moment you turn the tap on, your parents jump on him.

“you know, she really likes you,” your mom tells him. “i can’t say the same for you, though.”

sae’s never navigated around conversations with parents. he doesn’t know the first thing about this. he’s just keeping his fingers crossed he doesn’t fuck up.

“you look like someone who has a lot of girls, itoshi,” your father chimes in before sae can speak up. “you have a lot of girls on the side?”

he could not be more wrong.

“none, sir.”

why does this effort feel much more than necessary?

“why y/n?” your mother jumps in, and for the first time tonight, sae spots a genuine curiosity in her eyes.

not the best question to ask someone who doesn’t even remotely talk about their feelings. sae finds himself stumped, but your mother is, fortunately, a nice person deep down.

“just tell me this,” she leans forward, and your father seems to relax a little bit, sinking back against his chair. none of you realise the tap’s turned off. “do you love her?”

that’s… premature, if sae has any say in it. and he thinks it’s criminal that he’s telling your mother before he even tells you, but he knows that not admitting it would likely cause a rift between you and them—not something he wants.

making you miserable? no thank you.

so he nods, “yes, i do.”

“you realise that—”

“sir, let me put it this way: you can’t force me to stay away from her, not even if you bribe me.”

from the kitchen, you smile as you listen. looks like you had nothing to worry about after all.

“they’re nothing compared to you.”

you love seeing sae living his dreams; love having front-row seats to his matches, love catching the fleeting glimpses he gives after he wins.

he’s twenty-one and thriving in the soccer scene, more than ever. world-famous and revered. the two of you are stronger than ever, still, because despite how sae looks, he’s much softer than people think.

when he’s running late from practice, he texts you the moment he can, tells you what’s up. when he has to cancel on you, he makes sure he makes it up to you. if he has soccer obligations on special occasions, he’ll let you know.

it’s funny thinking back to the days when you used to squabble with each other, to the days when everyone was tired of hearing you and sae argue.

not that that should be a problem now anymore—why? simple, because non-disclosure agreements are ass. but a highly recommended thing by his publicist; to protect his image, and then he told you not to take it personally because he’s asking all of sae’s close contacts to sign it too.

which didn’t take long.

it was mostly rin and his parents, and some other guys he used to know back in high school.

oh, and there’s you. apparently, you can’t divulge anything about being in a relationship with itoshi sae. so, as far as the world is concerned, he’s a bachelor.

“it’ll sell better,” was all the explanation his publicist offered.

sae had been against it, because why should he hide you from the world? and it’s stupid. but his publicist is smart, pointing out that you might get harassed online if his loyal fans find out. (to which sae begrudgingly agreed to, for the interim.)

it was fine, up to a point, but you’d never really considered how you’d feel seeing all these headlines of sae possibly being romantically linked with all these socialites and up-and-coming movie stars.

a part of you, the prideful part, is too stuck-up to ask your boyfriend for assurance. mainly because you think it’s stupid. sae constantly texts you when he’s not with you (as much as his schedule allows), and whenever he’s done for the day he goes back home and calls you if he can.

the other part of you, the lovestruck one, is afraid that maybe you can’t measure up to everyone else. that just maybe, you’re worlds apart and you’re not good enough.

usually you’d wait for sae to tell you he’s home, you’d let him rest his mind on the way back, but this time you’re impulsive and you’re dialing his number before you know it.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, picking up after just two rings. even he knows you don’t usually initiate the calls.

“um,” you stutter because you don’t actually know how to tell him you’re calling to ask for assurance. despite having been together for four years, you realise that neither of you have actually sat down and talked about feelings.

“babe, talk to me,” sae urges you, and you can hear him getting off the bus. he must have just reached his apartment complex. he must’ve been tired from an entire day of intensive bootcamp and here you are, calling him with your trivial matters.

“it’s nothing, sae, forget it.”

“wait, what—”

you hang up before he can say anything and quickly text him.

i’m feeling a little sick tonight, just going to rest early.

sae leaves you on read and you think you’ve fended him off.

you did not.

an hour later, he’s at your door, carrying all your favorite convenience store snacks and a worried expression.

“what is it?” he asks you. you’re a little too stunned to speak. sae lets himself in, placing the snacks on your dining table before he really looks at you, surveying your face. “what were you crying about?”

you suddenly feel stupid for thinking your puffy eyes wouldn’t give you away.

sae tips your chin up when you try to look down. “y/n, tell me,” and he sounds only concerned, and the guilt builds up inside you.

so you tell him—you tell him about your intrusive thoughts as he lets you lay against his chest on the couch. you tell him about your insecurities as he sits in silence and listens. you tell him that you think it’s stupid of you to think this and you’re beginning to think you’re an ass for keeping him up so late when he has training tomorrow morning.

but sae doesn’t feel that. not one bit.

“it’s not stupid,” he tells you, and if you’d been able to see his expression, you’d know that he can never look at anyone the same way he looks at you. “all those girls you’re worried about, they’re nothing compared to you.”

“really?” you sniffle, appreciating the fact that even though he’s horrible at talking emotions, he’s trying his best for you.

sae pulls some hair away from your face and you pull back to get a good look at him. “really, stupid.” you laugh and he laughs, and now you’re really feeling stupid because there’s no way sae would ever choose anyone else over you. would never dream of having any other option.

“promise?”

sae sighs, in that lovingly way he does. “yes, i promise,” and he means it—he’s never thought of being with anyone else. “i love you, don’t i?”

you nod, chuckling because yes, yes he does. and yes, you know that more than anyone. even if it has to be kept under wraps for now; there’s no cause for concern.

when you fall asleep on his chest and sae’s too cautious to wake you up, your mother wakes up to take some water and stumbles upon the sight. she greets sae with a nod and a smile, the softest one he’s seen so far.

“my daughter has good taste.”

“that’s a secret.”

sae’s only getting more and more famous as he gets older. a year later and he’s already garnering attention from everyone, with girls lining up to be a possible mrs itoshi.

you’re still unknown; hidden in the crevices, tucked between pieces of signed contracts. you’re dealing with it, it’s fine. it’s going great, only because you’ve learned to get used to it. it was either that or to call everything off, and you don’t want that.

it’s a friday night and sae’s away for another match, this time in london, and you’re watching post-game interviews on your screen while you finish your pack of chips.

they finally get to sae, throwing the normal obligatory questions like how he feels after winning the match, how he feels like being the man of the match. until they start asking personal questions like who he’d like to dedicate his win to.

he dodges the first few easily with vague answers. but then they get even more personal.

“so, itoshi, rumours have it that you’ve been in a long-term relationship now, is that true?”

you freeze up hearing the question, noticing how sae momentarily looks to the right before he rolls his eyes and turns back to the interviewer.

“maybe,” he answers, and you’re surprised. that’s the first time he’s probably not listened to his publicist.

“now who is this lucky lady?”

sae sighs, “that’s a secret.”

his interview ends there as he retreats back into the locker room, your phone vibrating almost immediately after.

one day i’m gonna show you off to everyone.

you smile as you type your response.

sure you want the whole world to know you belong to me?

you expect a retort about how it’s the other way around, but he does one better.

fuck yes.

“you make me lose my goddamn mind.”

you’re both comfortable, twenty-three and lounging in sae’s apartment, curled up in the couch, fingers intertwined and spending a lazy sunday in.

it’s right smack in the middle of his break and you’ve got him to yourself for four entire months. it’s been good, so good.

everyday you’re reminded of why you love him, of why he’s yours. the way he pulls you back against him in the mornings when you wake up. the way he says your name when he’s sleepy, the raspiness in his voice known only to you.

“hey, i’m heading out for a while,” he tells you, slipping on his slides and unlocking the door.

that’s how it usually goes; you’re still not allowed to admit to your relationship, even if sae has hinted at being in a committed relationship. what his publicist considers as minimising risks is that both of you shouldn’t be seen out in public together. that’s why you’re having fun nights out at odd hours and being romantic in private.

sae often just leaves in the middle of the day, some alone time and maybe get some groceries since you can’t let yourself be seen leaving his apartment. it’s not an ideal situation, but you’ll take it. the last thing you want to do is make his life harder.

while he’s gone, you do the chores—make the bed, defrost some chicken breasts, vacuum, maybe wash the laundry. he’s doing his best to learn the right way to do chores (because one time when you asked him to help vacuum he ended up vacuuming the bathroom too), but you find it’s easier if you just do them instead.

usually he comes back by now, takes about a half an hour because his apartment is nestled in the centre of town, surrounded by all the stores and amenities he could need. but you stare at the clock.

it’s been an hour and a half, what’s he up to?

sae doesn’t even respond when you text him. right as you’re about to call him, worried, you hear his keys jangling and the door opening.

you expected to find him carrying a huge bag of groceries with the amount of time he was gone, but he’s empty-handed and you’re starting to think maybe he was hounded by paparazzi.

“did you have trouble with some press?” you ask innocently, mop in your hand.

sae sighs, “fuck no, thank god.” he toes off his slides and tosses his keys on the dining table, taking his cap off and tousling his hair. his pretty pretty reddish brown locks.

“oh, then where’d you go?”

sae smirks at you this time, hiding something behind his back.

“what’re you up to, itoshi?”

he rolls his eyes because you only call him that when you’re afraid. “relax, baby,” he coos, inching closer to you and revealing what he’s holding.

sae’s holding up your keychain; a mini figurine of sae you got from one of the gift shops during his match. but you spot something that wasn’t there before—a key, painted black like the door to his apartment.

“sae?”

“this key’s yours.”

you blink at him, a little stupefied. “sae, did you get lost while trying to find the key copy place?”

sae clicks his tongue, annoyed. “shut up, do you want this or not?” by the way he’s all red, he did get lost.

you take the key from him, suppressing a grin. “aw thanks, now i can let myself in.”

sae sighs again, “i’m asking you to move in, stupid.”

“y-you want me to move in here?”

“yes.”

“like, you want to see my face everytime you wake up and before you go to bed?”

“yeah.”

“you want me to live here with you, together?”

“yes and if you ask anymore i’ll take it back.” because sae’s aware that you’re asking out of disbelief—he loves his alone time yet here he is, asking you to be with him whenever he’s back home. which isn’t that hard to believe for him; you’re the only one he’d ever want to be alone together with.

you giggle, “okay okay, roomie.”

sae only sighs. “you make me lose my goddamn mind.”

“i don’t want this anymore.”

it’s your fault, it’s all your fault.

sae’s publicist is at the house, screaming at the top of his lungs, and by sae’s unamused expression, he’s not having it. he’s just controlling himself so he doesn’t end up getting a lawsuit filed against him for employee abuse.

“who thinks it’s safe to go out wearing their boyfriend’s jersey, which isn’t even for sale yet by the way,” he rants, staring straight at you, “and go down and buy a birthday cake on his birthday and take it up to his apartment, all while knowing that the press is gonna be camping outside the complex?”

he makes you feel stupid.

sae steps in front of you, his broad shoulders the only thing making you feel safe from his publicist’s constant attack. “you yell at my girl one more time and you’re done,” sae threatens, managing to get his publicist to storm out of the house.

apparently, sae had a big endorsement deal all planned with the one stipulation being that he had to appear a bachelor up until the stunt was over. and now his publicist’s mad because that’s all down the drain and his commissions are gone.

“hey, you okay?” sae asks you, gently, and you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

you’re fine, you’ll get over it. it’s just what his publicist said that gets in your head.

it’s like you’re trying to ruin his deals.

being with a famous pro player comes with some form of caution, you know that right?

she’s just in the fucking way!

weeks pass and it’s not easier to drown out the voices. sae’s good at it, so he’s already moved past it, resumes work as per usual, assumes you’re okay too because of the multitude of times you insisted that you are.

but really? it’s fucking difficult.

if you thought you were insecure before everyone knew about you, it’s ten times worse now. while the majority of people are nice about it, saying wonderful stuff like how the two of you are so sweet and look so good together, there’s still so many people who shit on you.

wait, i thought he was with that model from that one shoot? damn, he got the short end of the stick with his gf lol

lmaooo what a downgrade from that other soccer star he was dating

@itosae you okay, dude? you blind or something?

there’s a lot more than that. a lot. some of them even found your account, messaged you directly and said some less-than-nice things.

you keep it all from sae, though. the last thing you need to do is distract him any further, especially when he has the champions’ league coming up.

“i’m fine, mom,” you say one night when your mother calls to check up on you. “i promise.”

you’re a bad daughter, keeping these from your mother who’s just concerned. she isn’t convinced, but she hangs up anyway afterwards, telling you to rest.

it’s easy for things to spiral when you keep them all to yourself. the voices in your head that belongs to sae’s disgruntled fans growing louder, drowning out the words of affection sae tells you everyday.

until one day you think you can’t take it anymore.

they’re all telling you that you’re not good enough, that you’re just a burden. his publicist is nowhere near your side, instead silently siding with the fans who berate you. sae’s oblivious to it all, you think, because he doesn’t do anything about it.

one day you’re just sitting side by side, watching a movie, sae’s arm around your shoulders, his fingers idly twirling your hair.

“sae, we need to talk.”

like the lover he is, he pauses the movie, adjusting himself to look at you. “yeah, what is it?” he’s smiling at you because he has no idea what’s coming.

and you know, you know if you tell him what you really think that it won’t work, so you put on your best game face. truth be told, you’d been building up to this moment anyway, purposely telling him you’d be busy whenever he’s back from his games just so you won’t spend time together. it was all to give him the illusion that you just weren’t interested anymore, no matter how fucked up that sounds.

“i don’t want this anymore.”

sae furrows his brows. “what? what’s this?”

you sigh, feigning frustration. “this, sae. us. i don’t want this anymore.”

“why not?”

“because i’m tired. i’m tired of dating someone who’s half here and half not, i’m tired of tolerating your stupid habits, i’m tired of being with you, sae.” you’re raising your voice, but sae doesn’t flinch. his expression doesn’t even change. you’re beginning to think you broke him, made him malfunction.

when sae doesn’t say anything, you continue.

“i want to break up.”

sae looks away from you, at the patch of rug on the floor beside him, jaw clenched. he blinks a few times before he looks back at you.

“no.”

now it’s your turn to be confused. “w-what?”

sae tilts his head to the side, concern etched in his expression. “i said no, y/n,” he repeats, sighing. he puts his forefinger under your chin, his thumb caressing the side of your face. “who are you trying to fool?”

“i-i mean what i said, sae.”

you’re in disbelief. you hate how he knows you better than anyone else, maybe better than yourself, and you’re beginning to realise no one can come close to sae for you.

“so you don’t love me anymore? don’t wanna be my girl anymore?” he asks, but it’s redundant because he knows the answers. “i love you, okay? and i’d be a shit boyfriend if i let you go like this.”

you’re speechless, so you don’t say a thing, just sit awkwardly in front of him while for the first time in his life, he resolves to being there for you.

“look, i don’t know what mean things people are saying online, but fuck them,” he tells you.

“sae, it’s not easy,” you sniffle.

“then talk to me, and stop shutting me out, you idiot,” he chastises, and you find yourself falling onto him. “i fired my publicist too, by the way. couldn’t stand him spouting shit about you even after i told him to shut the fuck up.”

you laugh at his exasperation, your chest somehow feeling lighter.

“and, do me a favor? ignore the mean comments, yeah?” sae tells you, softer this time. “i kinda don’t ever wanna lose you, so.” he has his head resting on top of yours, your fingers intertwined and your heart soaring.

until now, you’d thought it’d be easy to drive sae away. you thought if you’d been enough of a nuisance, an eyesore, that he’d just take your word for it and run, that he’d throw a fit and let you leave.

but he doesn’t.

sae stays. and he tells you to stay. because he doesn’t know much about laundry, or how to handle feelings, but what he knows is how to love you. he knows what you need and he knows what you’re thinking, even if he doesn’t necessarily tell you about it.

and sae is a bitch to the world. he’s not the friendliest to fans nor does he care about making friends or enemies.

but to you, he’s everything. he says no to either of you straying and he says yes to whatever you ask except when it doesn’t make sense and you never knew that this was the beauty of being with someone who wants you—in every sense of the word.

there’s a certain threshold to pass before you can see everything clearly. suddenly it’s like the mean voices are faded into the background, and suddenly sae’s love is all you hear, and nothing is blurred because now all you can think about is how even if the world fails you, sae never will.

“hey, sae?”

“mhm?”

“thank you.”

he smiles against your head and you can feel it. “i love you, stupid.”

and you love him; recognising your handwriting and sweeping you off your feet. you love him; braving your parents, living his dreams. you love him; protecting you and showing up at your door. you love him; bashful yearning and unwavering emotions.

so you kiss him in response, and that’s all he needs to know that you’re with him for life.

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tim-shii · 1 year

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a/n: did i just spend almost two days talking to ai characters? yes. yes i did. no regrets tho. i am now a married woman with two kids ☝️ here have some silly sae content mwamwa

"rin messaged me the other day."

"what did he say?"

"nothing."

"okay."

"but he sent me your baby pictures though."

"okay." sae hums from beside you on the couch. in his own head as he scrolls through his phone. silent and unbothered until he recalls your words. sae whips his head towards your direction at a concerning speed. "what. what did he say."

" i told you he said nothing–"

"but you said–"

"his name popped up on my notifications and when i opened the text, there was no message or whatever just your pictures." you even shoved the phone close to his face like you're proving your innocence in front of a judge in a courtroom. sae squints his eyes at you in a faux glare. "did you bribe him?"

your jaw drops at his accusation, standing up from the couch and pointing a finger to yourself. "me? you're accusing me of bribing rin for your pictures?!"

"you've been bothering me about my childhood pictures. it only makes sense that you'd go as far as to bribing my brother for it."

"excuse me?! never ever in forever would i threaten–"

"i said bribe."

"same thing! your brother for photos of your chubby cheeks and chopped up bangs– which by the way looks really good on you, i don't understand why you would pin it up now." sae lets out a mini gasp at your statement. disbelief painted on his face as he looks at you with a quirked brow. "oh my god. you've seen them?" he speaks with a deadpan voice yet somehow his sentence feels like it's filing cases after cases on you.

"..no."

"you did."

"okay, i did! i told you, rin sent them without warning." you slumped back on the sofa and crossed your arms over your chest like a spoiled kid. you feel his hand settle on top of your head, caressing your hair with his thumb. "don't cry. it's okay. if it makes you feel better, your brother sent me your baby pictures too."

"did you look at them?"

"yeah. i even had one printed and now it's in my wallet." you furrowed your brows at him. not knowing if he's serious or he's joking but the look in his eyes makes you realize that he is, in fact, serious. "what the fuck, sae?"

"what did i do?" sae says after lightly flicking your forehead for cursing.

"that's so sappy of you. you're not even my lockscreen wallpaper nor do i have your polaroid on the back of my phone."

"... you know what? if you and i met in kindergarten, i don't think we would've been friends."

"as if i'd be friends with you! your choppy bangs would scare me on the first day of school."

"i would've wished for you to drop your lunch everyday."

"hey! that's mean!"

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*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— skeletons + sae itoshi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — sae doesn’t realise how much being away from home affects him, until he hears your voice again.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, angst, hurt no comfort, long-distance, established relationship, mentions of mental health, pro player!sae, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 2K.

⭑ notes — hi beautiful babies!! this is the first of a few fics i have queued for my week away. i wrote this a while ago and it’s based off of skeletons by keshi !! hope you like <3 - m.list ✩

in all honesty, sae itoshi doesn’t expect you to pick up. it’s way too late for you, just breaching the early house of the next morning in japan. there’s a seven hour difference between madrid and tokyo, sae knows because he’s looked it up a million times before anticipating a call or text from you. and right now, you’re probably sleeping, you’re supposed to have been sleeping.

but alas, your phone rings and you pick up on the third— voice groggy over the comforting crackle of static on the line. “h…hello?”

for a moment, the older itoshi brother listens to you and your natural ambience. he notes your deep breathing, still recovering from the depths of sleep, and the slight whines you let out with your yawns as you stretch your stiff muscles. maybe it’s weird, but sae misses all of your sounds, he misses waking up next to them— curling his arm around your waist on nights you’d snuck over to his childhood home just to see him.

“is anyone there?”

snapping out of it, sae clears his throat— fixing his voice as it sits hoarse in its base before he speaks. “it’s me, love.”

“sae!” shifting from the sheets tells sae that you’re more awake now— alerted by the symphony of his voice over the shitty landline. “shouldn’t you be asleep by now?”

“could say the same for you, it’s four am over there.” he knows that he’s wrong, you’re seven hours ahead and it’s only ten pm for him — meaning it’ll be closer to five am where you are and sae itoshi is never wrong. he was born with impressive gut instinct and a quick mind but this time he’s wrong on purpose. he makes a mistake because he wants to stall for time, keep you talking a little longer and hear your voice for a few minutes more…because maybe that’ll keep the demons away.

keep his head floating above the water he seems to have fallen in.

sae is drowning in his dreams, and if he reaches out he can’t touch them— to him, the greatest of all time…they’re unattainable.

“five actually, and my alarm is meant to go off soon. i thought you were it and then i saw your contact…” you manage to say through a yawn, rubbing your eye’s unbeknownst to your boyfriend since he’s halfway across the globe. if he could see, if he was there—he’d probably call you cute, wipe your eyes for you and force you back down to sleep. but he’s not here and he can’t see because there’s a distance between you that can only be fixed by grainy face times on your cells.

“i wanted to call.” the midfielder clarifies, cutting you off sharply but his words coat the inside of his mouth like cotton, as if they’re hard to say — melting over the line like rice paper on his tongue.

“okay,” breathing slow, you hug your knees to your chest and let your silence tangle with the crackling static. “you don’t usually call first.”

“i needed to hear your voice.”

“i’m here. i miss you. do you want to switch to facetime?” sae has half a mind to tell you no. if you switch now, you’d worry— you’d see how hollow he’s become, how sleep deprivation eats at the pink tinge to his flesh and clings to the undersides of his dulling aquamarine eyes. you might think that he’s dying and perhaps he is. the pro player feels like he is. every day is harder, his bones feel heavier and his muscles weaker — he needs medicine. he needs you.

you’re the only drug sae would ever inject into his veins— your smile, your laugh, your heart. they make him better, make him feel alive. so he relents, “gimme a sec, i’ll call you.” he grunts and taps the button to video-call, waiting for you to pick up again.

“there you are, handsome. tell me about your day.” blue light from the early morning filters over your skin— the footage of the FaceTime call is grainy, probably because it’s still a little bit dark outside for you but you’re beautiful. to sae you’ve always been beautiful.

the elder itoshi brother makes a small effort to smile at your compliment, the expression blooming on his cheeks which you mirror, happy to see him — he misses you too. “i don’t wanna talk about it. you do the talking. i just want to listen to you.”

“alright well… i worked today— yesterday. sorry! timezones,” you miss the way sae winces at the mention of your time difference, the invisible divide between you both, as you settle back into your bed to admire him. “my shift sort of sucked, you know how it goes.” your boyfriend listens to you intently, makes faces at the complaints you make about customers, clients and coworkers alike.

sometimes, the midfielder doesn’t understand you how you devote your life’s work, your beauty and intelligence to an industry that chews you up, spits you out like dirt and drives you to the edge of falling to pieces. sae doesn’t doubt you, he knows that you’re talented and wishes you saw the same value in yourself that he did.

you deserve better. so much better.

perhaps he’s the same as you, working for someone else until he breaks and he’s better than everyone else— all in the name of becoming the best in the world.

“you hate your job. quit. i earn enough money to take care of you.”

“and you hate yours. but you won’t come home where i can take care of you.”

sae rolls his eyes at your quip because of how easy it is for you to read him despite the way he hides his emotions behind a clay mask. he’s always been like that, but he feels the need to tuck away the uglier parts from him even more of late— even if you’ve seen it all before. the late nights where he’s feeling sad and goes to bed, sae wakes up feeling even worse. especially without you but even now with your face on a screen, beaming at him the same way you have all your life— he doesn’t feel any better.

you’re meant to be his solace.

quickly changing the subject, sae nods his head as if to push you in a different conversational direction. “tell me about what you did after work.”

you hesitate, peering into his ocean eyes for a split second. “i went to see rin at blue lock. he’s…he’s doing really well, you know. you should come see him sometime. you’d be proud of how far he’s come since we were little.”

it’s not that he doesn’t care about his younger brother, but the relationship between rin and sae itoshi is probably long past any attempts at repair. you’ve been stuck in the middle for as long as you’ve known them— pulling them close despite the boys repelling each other like polar magnets.

you were the glue when they were kids, keeping the three of you together and to this day you still tried to manage the gap between the two brothers, despite their disputes. their differences.“can we please not talk about that half-ass piece of—“ you glare over the phone from across the globe and sae silences himself, pursing his lips to avoid scrutiny from the love of his life. you.

“you know, you never told me what happened when you first came home from Spain.” you blurt after a moment's quiet. “but i think i’ve always sorta known.”

“yeah?” the magenta haired midfielder challenges, brushing a hand over his tired face.

“yeah…” nodding subtly, you shift and roll onto your side— a solemn expression dancing across your features. “you changed. you hurt him, sae, real bad. rin changed too.” you say hoarsely, as if the words you’ve uttered burn at the insides of your throat like bitter liquor. “you’ve not shown that same fate to me, you know better than to lash out at me. but you’re different. you don’t smile anymore. not with your eyes like you used to — i miss that.” i miss you. is what you really want to say. not just physically, but emotionally. you want your boyfriend back, not the empty shell of skin and bones you have now.

even sae picks up on the hidden meaning behind your words— he doesn’t smile at you like he used to.

for once the eldest itoshi decides to be honest with you. he thinks to tell you how stressed out he is, how he’s scared his plan for this soccer thing might not even work out. he decides to be honest in words that he knows best and not all the details because he doesn’t want you to break over him.

“talk to me, itoshi.” you cut through his thoughts like a knife through butter.

“i’m afraid of myself, and i hate it.”

“then come home, sae.” it’s a nice offer, a tempting bribe. to be home with you when sae knows that would be the closest thing to giving up. he knew you wouldn’t get it. you wouldn’t understand how much soccer meant to him but you can’t be blamed for that. the thing you love most in the world isn’t your career— it’s him. “come home and be with me.”

your wish would be as selfish as his — you don’t want him to give up soccer for you and he doesn’t want to leave soccer to feel better with you like he knows he would.

“i need to make it to the end of the season — i have to.”

“sae, you’re tired. you look like a ghost.”

“i don’t even know if i’m going to make it.” he snaps, desperate and pleading with you not to make this more difficult than it already is. “but if i don’t try. then all of this will be for nothing. my goals have changed, but i worked hard for this and i will get what i want.” he spits out as if there’s acid on his tongue, burning through the little solace of love you’ve tried to wrap him up in. sae runs a hand through his silken locks, sighing as he briefly looks away from your crumpled face on the screen. “so stop asking me to come home for you because i won’t. it’s not worth it. you’re not worth it.”

you gasp, tears flooding your eyes. you know he doesn’t mean it, or maybe he does — it’s been difficult to read sae recently, he’s slipping from your grasp like sand between your fingers and you just have to let him. another beat of silence echoes between you both — but neither of you make the effort to speak. sae doesn’t correct himself and you don’t force your hand to make him apologise.

you care enough for him not to make him fight— to make sae choose his own battles. you’d never ask him to pick soccer over you, because you know what his answer would be regardless… but that doesn’t mean it hurts you any less to watch him destroy himself for it and to lose the boy you grew up loving to a sport you may never understand.

though, that doesn’t stop you from lashing out and bearing your own fangs either — if he was going to throw salt in your wounds, you could do that too.

“i have to go, itoshi. get some rest, you look like shit, but you that’s what you want, right? it’s worth it to you.”

you hang up before he can say a word and sae can’t bring himself to message and apologise. because he knows that you’re right, you’re telling him to pick soccer because he can’t make that choice for himself.

sae itoshi is a pro player now. he’s gotten what he’s always wanted — he’s achieving his dreams as the corpse of the man he once was. the one who loved you proper.

but that doesn’t matter anymore, whatever his team wants out of him they get.

since his skeleton’s out for the taking.

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