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giving rin a handjob on the bench
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the yelling of adoration from fans across the stadium made rins head hurt. it didnt help he was benched for a little mistake last game, agitating him more than usual.
he sat slumped on the bench, his kits hem holding on by a thread as he pulls and fidgets with it.
ego sat a few chairs to the right of him, one row infront. rin was glaring at him in anger.
rin couldve made a goal by now.
besides rin, almost too close, was you. the teams lucky charm, who some how found a way into the dugout. under the pretense of comforting him, your hand slid onto his knee.
he flinched but didnt stop you. you two were the only ones in the row. everyones attention was focused on the game.
your fingers crept higher, tracing the inside of his thigh. you felt rin start to sweat as his shorts stuck to his skin.
he tried to focus on the game, but your touch was too distracting. your palm pressed against the bulge in his shorts and he bit his lip hard enough to swell.
“keep watching the match” you whispered, your head resting on his shoulder.
your hand dipped beneath the waistband, wrapping your fingers around his cock. he was already half-hard.
you stroked to a slow rhythm, rins hands gripped his seat and leans his head back, yn kissed his neck leaving a mark of lipgloss on him.
he keeps trying to breath steadily to not draw attention to them, but he keeps shaking and whining.
you worked his shaft with ease, thumb sliding over the sensitive tip. rins hips twitched involuntarily, pressing jnto your grip. you went faster, the wet sound of your hand gliding along his cock was muffled in the screams of the crowd.
a minute passed, rins thighs began to shake. he was close and you could sense it, the way his cock swelled and tensed his body. his breath came in short gasps, his jaw clenched tight.
then he came.
a rope of cum shot across the fingers, spilling onto his shorts, soaking the fabric. and he couldnt hold back, a moan escaped his lips.
it was too loud.
several heads turned, a couple of the other benched players glanced over with their eyebrows raised. ome of the assistant coaches paused their conversation.
ego slowly rotated his disgusting ugly head, his eyes narrowing as he stared at you and rin. your hand still inside rin shorts, rins flushed face and head leaned back.
the match went on, but in that small dugout, it felt like time stopped.
ego marched over, his footsteps sharp on the concrete.
he didnt even look at you. his eyes were locked on rin, humiliation burning his cheeks.
“thats why youre on the fucking bench.” ego said. “not because you lack talent, because you cant control yourself for 45 minutes.” he jerked his thumb toward the tunnel. “get the hell out. both of you.”
you pulled your hand free, wiping it on your own thigh, and stood. rin followed, his shorts a sticky mess, his head hung low.
the crowd roared as someone scored, but neither of you heard it. you only heard the echo of egos words.
NO HELP ME EGO HAS MY CRINEEEEEEEE I CANT
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 (𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏)
His name is...
...𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝒀𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊 and even though he's lost many dates and arrived home late lots of times because of football practice, you've never once made him feel guilty or ashamed because of his passion, supporting him instead and helping him pursue his dream of being a pro football player.
That's his why.
...𝑹𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 and when his brother left and he thought he was completely alone in the world, leading to him pushing everybody away, you didn't leave his side. You waited till he was finally ready, giving him all the time in the world.
That's his why
...𝑹𝒆𝒐 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒈𝒆 and every time he offers to pay for something or gives you an expensive gift, you always get bashful and assure him that he doesn't need to get you stuff that cost millions of yen to buy your love — you give it to him willingly, for free.
That's his why.
...𝑺𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑵𝒂𝒈𝒊 and even if he's a human sloth and doesn't have the strength to do anything except playing games and laying in bed, you always make sure he's taken care of and has everything he needs, without rushing him or complaining about his lazy ways, simply because you love him.
That his why.
...𝑴𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂 and when he had no one by his side and got bullied daily because of his "weird ways", you never failed to support him and reassure him that he wasn't "weird", waiting for him after class to make sure he wouldn't walk home alone and making sure that he never felt left out or embarassed of being himself. You always made him feel normal, and, most importantly, loved.
That's his why.
...𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓 and you're the first hand that's caressed, not hurt him. You're the first one to show him what love felt like, even with his annoying behavior and constant need to feel on top, you always showed him that love wasn't deserved or earned, but simply accepted. You loved him.
That's his why.
...𝑺𝒂𝒆 𝑰𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 and you just so happen to have a big, nice ass.
That's his why.
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Can you tell Sae is Owl’s favourite?
⁀❦ supersonic heartbeats in the morning
( isagi yoichi x fem! reader )
❦ a/n — ...is the bllk fandom still alive?
❦ word count — 2.1k
❦ content — Isagi Yoichi x fem! reader, friends to lovers, a ton of stupidness, bachira & chigiri mentioned!!, reader thinks she's very smart...she's not, not proofread!
❦ synopsis — No one's ever called you Einstein before, but you like to think your plan to get Isagi to notice you is foolproof! Turns out, you and Isagi are actually stupid- and your plan wasn't stupid-proof.
── ❦ trust me, i'm not falling. don't trust me i might fall in.
The first time someone asked if you and Yoichi Isagi were dating, he laughed so hard he nearly choked on his drink.
“Us?” he’d said, grinning at the poor cashier like the idea itself was ridiculous. “No, no, we’re just friends.”
Just friends.
You remembered standing beside him, cheeks warm from embarrassment while he kept smiling, completely unaware of the tiny crack he’d just carved into your chest.
It wasn’t like he was rejecting you. He just genuinely didn’t know how you felt about him.
That was the tragedy of liking Isagi Yoichi.
Because if he knew someone’s breathing pattern on the field, he could predict their next movement before they even made it. If he watched a match once, he remembered every play. Every weakness. Every opening.
But somehow, impossibly, stupidly - he could not tell you were in love with him.
Not when you slept over at his house almost every weekend. Not when he automatically bought your favorite milk tea without asking. Not when his mom greeted you with, “Oh, you’re finally here,” like you practically lived there.
Not even when half your friend group had developed a betting pool over when you two would finally get together.
You’d thought maybe the rumors would help.
People swore they saw you two kiss once behind the train station after a festival. Someone else claimed Isagi carried your shoes home when your feet hurt after fireworks night. Chigiri said the tension between you two was “actually painful to witness.”
And still…there was nothing.
Isagi remained painfully, hopelessly oblivious.
Which was exactly why your current plan existed.
MAN I LIVE CLICHE IN-THE-RAIN CONFESSIONS
⁀❦ supersonic heartbeats in the morning
( isagi yoichi x fem! reader )
❦ a/n — ...is the bllk fandom still alive?
❦ word count — 2.1k
❦ content — Isagi Yoichi x fem! reader, friends to lovers, a ton of stupidness, bachira & chigiri mentioned!!, reader thinks she's very smart...she's not, not proofread!
❦ synopsis — No one's ever called you Einstein before, but you like to think your plan to get Isagi to notice you is foolproof! Turns out, you and Isagi are actually stupid- and your plan wasn't stupid-proof.
── ❦ trust me, i'm not falling. don't trust me i might fall in.
The first time someone asked if you and Yoichi Isagi were dating, he laughed so hard he nearly choked on his drink.
“Us?” he’d said, grinning at the poor cashier like the idea itself was ridiculous. “No, no, we’re just friends.”
Just friends.
You remembered standing beside him, cheeks warm from embarrassment while he kept smiling, completely unaware of the tiny crack he’d just carved into your chest.
It wasn’t like he was rejecting you. He just genuinely didn’t know how you felt about him.
That was the tragedy of liking Isagi Yoichi.
Because if he knew someone’s breathing pattern on the field, he could predict their next movement before they even made it. If he watched a match once, he remembered every play. Every weakness. Every opening.
But somehow, impossibly, stupidly - he could not tell you were in love with him.
Not when you slept over at his house almost every weekend. Not when he automatically bought your favorite milk tea without asking. Not when his mom greeted you with, “Oh, you’re finally here,” like you practically lived there.
Not even when half your friend group had developed a betting pool over when you two would finally get together.
You’d thought maybe the rumors would help.
People swore they saw you two kiss once behind the train station after a festival. Someone else claimed Isagi carried your shoes home when your feet hurt after fireworks night. Chigiri said the tension between you two was “actually painful to witness.”
And still…there was nothing.
Isagi remained painfully, hopelessly oblivious.
Which was exactly why your current plan existed.
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I feel like I’ll never be content. Or at peace, or just happy. Since I was a child I’ve had depression without knowing it, growing up when I’d feel happy I’d instantly want to become sad again because being happy was weird, like as “emo” as this will sound, sadness is all I’ve ever known. I’ve obviously been happy and have happy times and enjoyed things in life. But not TRULY. Deep deeppp in my heart I’ve never felt true happiness and been at peace with myself, because when I do, a wave of depression just passes over me. And I remind myself that I’m not supposed to be happy. Is that not so shitty? I genuinely feel I’m in such a pit. I thought life was good but I don’t really have anything to live for anymore except religion, that’s the only thing keeping me up rn.
We are finally meeting Rin's girlfriend!!!
2k followers event, request no. 9: You, aka Rin's girlfriend finally meet Rin's teammates, aka the blue lock egoists.
A/n: It's basically Pt 3 of caught in 4k, but a lot of you wanted a part 3 so here we are!!!! (Pt 1, PT 2)
The Blue Lock facility is suspiciously quiet today, which is terrifying.
Because silence in Blue Lock never means peace. It means everyone is plotting something.
And currently?
Twenty mentally unstable strikers are hiding behind walls, couches, vending machines and gym equipment like a poorly organized FBI operation.
Why?
Because Rin accidentally revealed you were visiting today.
Not on purpose, of course. Rin would rather eat drywall than willingly share relationship information.
But Bachira saw the text notification.
You: I'm nearby :)
And now the entire facility has lost its collective mind.
"POSITIONS EVERYONE," Reo whisper-yells dramatically.
"WHY ARE WE ACTING LIKE SHE'S A CELEBRITY?" Yukimiya asks.
"Because she tamed Rin Itoshi," Karasu says immediately. "That's historical."
"Like discovering fire," Otoya nods.
Nagi is lying upside down on the couch."I skipped my nap for this."
Barou clicks his tongue from the corner."Tch. Pathetic." meanwhile he has absolutely been standing there for fifteen minutes waiting.
Chigiri notices. "You've been fixing your hair."
"I have not."
"You literally checked your reflection in the window."
Barou looks ready to commit murder.
Meanwhile Rin has no idea what's waiting for him. He has just returned from training, towel around his neck, tired and sweaty and already irritated because everyone wouldn't stop smirking at him during practice. And the second he enters the hallway—
EVERYONE SCATTERS.
CRASH.BANG.
Someone falls over a chair.
Rin narrows his eyes immediately.
"...What are you idiots doing?"
"Nothing!" Bachira says too quickly.
"Absolutely nothing," Reo agrees while visibly trying to hide behind a pillar.
Rin looks deeply disturbed.
"...You're all acting like serial killers."
Karasu snorts. "Says you."
Rin ignores him and starts walking toward the locker room. And then—
The front entrance opens, and you walk in.
Nobody notices at first, until Aryu gasps dramatically
."…GLAM."
How dare she steal my baby brother!
2k followers event, request no. 6: Rin has fallen in love and has turned into a softie, which is making Sae terrified. So he starts investigating you like a criminal and then one day comes home early only to find Rin peacefully drooling on your lap on his couch.
The apartment is quiet, which usually means one of two things in the Itoshi brothers' shared apartment:
1. Rin is asleep.
2. Rin is plotting violence against Sae.
And of course, Sae prefers Rin sleeping.
So when he steps out of his room and hears a soft, disgustingly gentle chuckle coming from the living room, he freezes.
Then slowly turns his head.
Rin Itoshi, his younger brother, the same Rin who usually looks like he wants to kill everyone on the field...
Is sitting on the couch with his phone in hand... blushing.
BLUSHING!
He's Not annoyed, angry or murderous.
But he's blushing and smiling.
Sae stares.
"What the hell?"
Rin immediately scowls and turns the phone away.
"What do you want?"
"You're smiling."
"I'm not."
"You look sick."
Rin's face darkenes. "Get lost."
Sae narrows his eyes.
This is bad.
No, this is catastrophic.
Someone has infiltrated Rin's life.
Which means someone has somehow bypassed his hostility, sarcasm, trust issues, emotional repression and terrifying glares.
This person is dangerous, very dangerous.
So to save his brother from this dangerous person, Sae decides to observe Rin for the next two weeks.
And now he is more terrified because— Rin randomly glances at his phone, his ears turns red.
Rin thinks very carefully before sending a text. He types messages then erase them, then types again and stare blankly into space and suddenly smirks.
Rin even HUMS now, while making tea.
Sae nearly called emergency services when he saw Rin doing that.
Also Rin calls that mysterious person "Idiot" fondly.
FONDLY.
Sae slowly sets down his glass.
No, absolutely not.
So he starts the interrogation the next morning.
ts so cute 💗💗
sae itoshi's wife does not like his fangirls ✧
"sae-channnnn! over here!"
a rather unpleasant feeling was stirring in your stomach.
"wow! you're soooooooo good sae!"
and the forced voices were making you more agitated by the moment.
of course, it's completely normal for your husband to have many fans, especially fangirls. however, this must've been too much.
these girls each decided to wear a fake jersey with his number on it. they even decided to crop the shirt horrendously short.
now you weren't one for bringing down other girls for what they wear, of course, anyone could wear anything they wanted! but there was a pattern emerging with this specific group of girls.
no matter where you were sitting, you could always hear, see or even sense them somewhere in the crowd of 20k+ people. it was starting to get annoying with how often they tried to disrupt sae's flow during gameplay, but there was no rule of kicking people out just for doing that.
sae had no issue with them, even when you talked about it with him one time, he just brushed it off, saying, "i didn't know they existed."
as of right now, he was in the middle of a penalty kick and the girls, with what little brain cells they have, resorted to squealing as loud as they could when clearly, it was not a good time.
anyhow, sae kicks the ball, creating a long, curved arc and he somehow makes it into the goal. you don't question the science behind it because listening to sae talk about it may as well be a story to put you to sleep.
you have to be impressed with how these girls never lose their voices though. even when they've screamed for at least 80 minutes of the game, you can never make out any sort of voice crack that comes from them.
but then sae turns.
you expect him to lock eyes with you like he does after every goal he's ever scored in a game. but no.
he makes eye contact with those girls.
and you catch it.
your eyes narrow, eyebrows furrowing before you're even more irritated when the girls go wild. screaming. shouting. squealing. barking?
seems like sae wanted to see the fans he never saw before.
you scoff under your breath, crossing your arms as you stare at sae unimpressed. why pay attention to those girls when your wife is literally watching from the vip seats?
whatever.
your wedding ring glints in the stadium lights and you twist it around your ring finger anxiously.
it's the last 10 minutes of the game. sae's team needs to score one more point to cut off the draw from the opposing team.
your eyes are only on sae as he seems to strategically place himself where the ball eventually gets kicked over to him. you never bother to think how this man predicts everything, it's normal by now.
he dribbles the ball past the opposing players, stoic expression plastered on his face. you hold your breath as he approaches the goal, where many of the players have positioned theirself to defend it, almost as if their life was on the line.
sae expertly weaves between players, the ball a blur as he manages to change pace, direction and even makes a player fall over his own feet as he fakes a shot.
after all of that, an opening appeared, his teal eyes shining as they zone in on the place he wants to shoot at. he kicks it hard and fast, the ball shooting directly at the top right corner of the goal.
the whole stadium cheers and the buzzer sounds, signalling the end of the game. you smile slightly, breathing out a soft sigh of relief. you never doubted sae.
even after the crowd quietened down for the ceremony, the girls were obnoxiously talking loudly about sae.
"his eyes are to die for!"
"oh my god his hair looks amazing even after all of that!"
"we love you sae!"
you sat in your seat in a pool of dread, just waiting for the awards ceremony to be over. after all medals were awarded, the crowd started to filter out of the stadium.
you took your time grabbing your things, knowing sae would probably be bombarded with interviews from the media.
as always, you walked down to the field, watching sae walk away from his interviews.
of course, he had to interact with the leftover crowd along the way, which also included those girls. the girls were close to falling over the barricade as they reached their hands out with random things in hand, probably for him to sign.
sae never did these things however, he couldn't be bothered.
he just gave a short wave to the crowd, nonchalantly walking past the girls, leaving them with pouts on their faces.
"hello, husband," you said, loud enough for the girls to hear as you were still near the crowd.
their heads turned immediately at that.
after all the games they've been to, had they not known you existed?
"hello... wife?" sae said, almost unsure as he watched you approaching him rather quicker than usual.
"you did well," you smile, sliding your hands around his neck, giving him a slight hug. his scent was mixed with his usual musky scent and a bit of sweat. you didn't care though.
his hands slid awkwardly to your waist, not used to doing this much PDA especially in front of fans. he raised an eyebrow as he took in the way you were smiling like a cheshire cat.
before he knew it, you were leaning in, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.
it wasn't obvious at first, but sae melted into it, reciprocating the kiss thankfully.
the girls gasped, jaws dropped to the floor.
you finally pulled away, still smiling innocently.
"let's go back, i'll make your favourite?" you interlaced your fingers with his, the cold metal of the ring pressed against his own fingers.
sae wore his ring on a chain around his neck. he didn't want to lose his ring any time while playing, it would be an inconvenience.
"sure..." he said, still unsure why you were acting this way.
after you two left, the girls stood there, starstruck looks on their face.
"y'know... hear me out on his wife," one of them said slowly.
the other two of her clique whipped their heads around so fast you could think they snapped off.
"y-you can't just say that- we were literally just cheering for sae!!"
a pause.
"but you're right."
a/n: pt.2 is out hehe
BEST ENDING HAHAA
Stop sucking up to bigger blogs and start writing like you give a damn you fucking idiot
For my presentation here. You're going to be bitch#24
And excuse me if you're not a girl. Still my bitch tho
Bitch#24 sat on her knees, pussy bare and dripping wet for Angel.
“Please, mommy, please, I’ve been a dirty little slut, please fuck me already, I won’t be naughty again, I swear.” She begs, rubbing her puffy clit between whiny moans and breathy whispers.
“And do you think you deserve it?” Angel asks, lowering her gaze to look at the slutty whore that’s on her knees for her, begging for any ounce of her attention.
“Attention-deprived little thing, you want my attention so badly, don’t you?”
“Yes mommy! Yes I do! Want your attention so baddd” bitch#24 cries out, thrusting 2 fingers inside of her loose wet hole, stretching herself open in hopes that Angel will fuck her.
“But you don’t deserve it,” Angel says, pushing bitch#24’s legs apart with the tip of her shoe.
“I do! I do, mommy! I swear I do!” Angel tuts, motioning her head for bitch#24 for continue playing with her slutty little pussy, putting on a show for angel.
All for her attention.
So this is my best attempt at writing like I give a damn. Please tell me if its not to your liking my little bitch
I'M SCREAMINGGGGGGG 😭😭😭😭 ANGEL WHEN I CATCH YOU
LMAOAO IS MY WRITING SATISFACTORY ENOUGH?
I LOVE WRITERS WHO CLAP BACK LIKE THIS 😭✌️✌️✌️
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DAY 9 : UNILOCK SERIES
THE COUCH GUY brother's bestfriend — nagi seishiro
you and your brother wasn’t exactly the same, you two were just so different regarding hobbies and interests. your brother loved football so much, it was just part of him. you never really got it, but you never stopped showing up either
you’d sit on a rock while he practiced outside, listening to his happy cheers whenever he scored a goal on the makeup goal net. he used to ask you to join. not seriously, but more like hope disguised as asking, you always said no. that stayed between you two, he’d play alone while you watched him.
but then nagi seishiro started coming over.
the yard had became a football field whenever nagi came over. he just followed reo quietly, hands in his pockets, and clearly not caring much about your existence. after practice, he’d always end up inside, on the couch, same spot every time, it was like muscle memory. he would have his phone in hand, shoes off, no effort to even acknowledge anyone else unless spoken to directly.
the first time you tried talking to him, he barely looked up.
“hey, you’re on my seat,” you said
“hmmm?” he replied. “..move me then..”
you didn’t. you just stood there for a second, annoyed, then walked away like you always did. he didn’t even feel like a guest. guests at least tried to act decent. nagi just existed wherever he wanted.
you walk closer, standing right in front of him now, blocking whatever game he’s playing. his eyes shift up slowly, like even that takes effort.
“…my seat.” you almost laugh “you’re on my seat.” you repeat, but he doesn’t even look at you. you stare at him, disbelief settling in your chest. this is exactly why you couldn’t stand him. no awareness, no courtesy, just pure laziness wrapped in talent everyone else seemed to admire.
from outside, reo’s voice calls, “nagi, five more minutes!”
“coming,” he says, but doesn’t get up
you end up leaving instead, retreating to your room like always, door shutting a little louder than necessary.
that was how it usually went, you stayed out of his way, and he stayed exactly where he wanted.
you don’t know when you decided to try. maybe it was because reo never stopped talking about him, maybe it was because your brother didn’t seem to mind him at all, or maybe you just got tired of hating someone you barely understood. either way, one afternoon, you didn’t walk to your room immediately.
practice had just ended. reo went to shower, and nagi was on his usual spot, on the couch. you stand there, staring at him for a moment before sighing and dropping onto the opposite end
“…you’re not going to your room today?” he asks, eyes still on his phone
you blink “i live here,” you reply. “i don’t have to”
“mm..”
awkward silence stretches between you. you glance at his screen. he was playing a game you don’t recognize. it looked overwhelming but his barely moving fingers still got him to win.
“you’re good at games?” you ask
“mhm.” he goes quiet for a second, thinking, “never really tried to be bad at it.” he mutters.
you don’t know whether to be annoyed or impressed “…you’re always like that?”
he looks at you, not saying much but urging you to continue.
“i mean like.. everything is easy for you..”
“not really,” he says, “i just don’t do things that feel like a hassle.”
you frown slightly “soccer doesn’t feel like a hassle?”
“mm. dunno.”
“then why keep playing?”
he finally lowers his phone, eyes shifting toward the ceiling “..reo asked.” of course he did.
you let out a small breath, leaning back against the couch “you just do whatever he tells you?”
“not really,” nagi mutters. “just didn’t have a reason not to” you glance at him again, studying him properly for the first time. he looks the same as always. messy hair with that constant look of disinterest.
“so you don’t actually like it?”
“…i didn’t say that”
“you didn’t say you do either”
he clicks his tongue softly, like you’re making him think too much. “ it’s … interesting sometimes, ” he admits.
you tilt your head “that’s it?”
“mm”
you still didn’t get it, but he wasn’t as annoying as you originally thought.
the days after that follow the same routine, you don’t suddenly become close, but you stop leaving to your room. you start sitting on the couch more, sometimes across from him, sometimes closer when he inevitably takes up too much space.
you ask random questions. he answers when he feels like it, you learned alot of things. like how he hates waking up early, how he hates everything that he finds to be a hassle, how he doesn’t understand why people put effort into things they don’t even like
“that’s normal,” you tell him
“sounds like a hassle,” he replies.
but you’ve also noticed smaller things. like how he moves slightly when you sit down, giving you more room without saying anything, or how he hands you a drink one time he bought in school without looking at you, muttering “just extra,” like it’s nothing, or how he actually listens when you talk, even if his eyes are still glued to his phone. it’s subtle, annoyingly subtle.
“you hate me less now” it comes out of nowhere, you’re sitting beside him again, legs tucked under you, scrolling through your own phone this time.
you glance over “what?”
“you used to leave every time i sat here.. with that angry look on your face.”
“…you took up the whole couch”
“i still do.”
“…yeah” you look away, “…i don’t hate you”
“mm.”
“you’re still annoying though”
“same to you.” you blink, not expecting that.
“what did i even do?”
“you talk a lot.” he looks at you,
“you barely talk at all, someone has to.”
“sounds like a you problem”
you shove his shoulder lightly. he barely reacts, just shifts a little with a quiet ‘oy’, but he doesn’t move away.
it hits you slowly. the way you start looking for him after practice, even when you tell yourself you don’t care, the way silence with him starts feeling comfortable.
then you notice when he’s not there.
“nagi’s not coming today,” reo mentions one afternoon, you nod absentmindedly, eyes drifting toward the field anyway
“…why?” you ask before you can stop yourself
“dunno… he’s probably tired since we’ve been playing for days straight,” reo thinks harder.
but you only hum, trying to ignore the small drop in your chest. it’s stupid. he’s just some guy who won’t even get off your couch
“why are you even asking?” reo looks at you, “i honestly thought you hated him..” he nervously chuckles.
“…i just got used to you two playing, that’s all.” you look away.
but then he shows up. later than usual, hands in his pockets, hair slightly messier than before. you’re in the living room when he walks in. he pauses when he sees you, like he wasn’t expecting it.
“reo’s practice is over, it’s late now.” you say, he only hums as if meaning to say that he already knew that.
“…then why are you here?”
he shrugs, stepping further inside like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“nothing else to do.” you narrow your eyes slightly.
“reo’s not playing, y’know.. he’s in his room studying.”
“yeah”
“does he know you’re here?”
“nah, i’m not here for him today.” he looks at you.
“…then why are you here?”
“you’re here.”
your breath catches, just a little. it’s such a simple answer. said so casually. like it doesn’t mean anything, but it does, it really does
you look away first “…that’s a bad reason”
“dunno what u mean by that.” he walks past you, dropping onto the couch like always. you stand there for a moment before sighing and sitting beside him, closer this time.
“you’re still taking up too much space”
“and..? you still sat down anyway.”
“…shut up. this is my couch.” he hums.
Loving you feels like coming home
"Rin, just tell me where we're going—"
Your voice carries a mix of curiosity and mild annoyance, fingers tugging lightly at the edge of the blindfold covering your eyes. You've been sitting in the passenger seat for what feels like forever, completely unaware of where he's taking you.
Beside you, Rin doesn't even spare you a glance.
"No." His voice is calm and firm. "Keep it on. Don't ruin the surprise."
You let out a small huff, sinking back into the seat. "You're being suspicious. And my eyes are starting to hurt."
"You're acting like you don't like it," Rin continues, completely ignoring your complaint, "but your fingers have been shaking since we left home."
You scoff, crossing your arm. "They are not shaking."
"They are."
There's the faintest trace of amusement in his tone and that alone makes your chest tighten. You can practically picture the ghost of a smirk on his lips, even without seeing him.
And annoyingly... it makes you melt.
The car ride continues, filled with quiet hums of the engine and the occasional brush of his hand against yours— small, grounding touches that tries to keep you reassured.
Then, finally, the car slows.
Stops.
The engine dies and suddenly, the world feels... different.
A cool breeze brushes against your skin, carrying a scent so fresh it makes your lungs expand deeper than they have all day. There's something earthy, something soft in the air— like grass, like open space, like freedom.
Your heart begins to beat faster.
The door opens and Rin is there immediately. His hand finds yours, steady and warm, before sliding to your waist as he helps you step out.
"Careful," he murmurs, his voice lower now, closer. His breath grazes the shell of your ear, sending a soft shiver down your spine.
You instinctively lean into him.
"Okay," he says after a moment, his hands lingering just a second longer than necessary. "You can look now."
Your fingers move quickly, pulling the blindfold off—And you freeze.
A gasp slips from your lips, soft and breathless.
Because in front of you…
Is a dream.
ᓚᘏᗢ – acting like you're sae's consultant !
being sae itoshi's only friend was less of a hobby and more of a full-time, non-salaried internship that you never actually applied for.
at 2:14 am, your phone vibrated against your nightstand with a violent, rhythmic persistence. you didn't even have to check the caller id. nobody else had the sheer audacity to bypass "do not disturb" mode except for the guy currently plastered on billboards across shibuya.
you pick up the phone, your voice thick with sleep. "if you're calling to tell me that the thread count of the hotel sheets is 'inefficient, i am going to block you for the rest of the decade, sae. i mean it"
there was a pause. a soft, static hum. then, that smooth, bored voice that sounds like it was designed in a laboratory to be soothing and incredibly annoying.
"the shower is broken," sae said.
"sae. call the front desk. you're staring at the park hyatt, not a hostel in siberia. they have people whose entire job is to fix things for people like you."
"i don't want 'people," he said, and you can practically hear the subtle scowl in his voice through the speaker. "i want to know why there are six different knobs and why none of them result in a temperature that doesn't feel like a lava flow. i'm jet-lagged, n/n. i don't have the patience for luxury plumbing."
you sighed, sitting up and rubbing your eyes, realizing your sleep schedule is once again fucked up because of his high-maintenance existence. you've been doing this for years, walking him through grocery stores in madrid via facetime because he couldn't tell the difference between parsley and cilantro, or helping him choose a tie for a gala while you were in the middle of a mid-term exam.
"turn on the camera," you muttered.
~ Boyfriend!Kaiser who constantly gives you food
• fluff, established relationship
Kaiser knew about your weakness for food, especially for sweet stuff. And although you kept telling him you wanted to lose weight and stop with all the snacking, he kept buying you candies and small cakes and lull you into eating them with soft kisses and his big hands roaming all over your body. He even started to learn how to bake, and made you some delicious cookies sometimes.
You were embarrassed at how easy it was for him to break your discipline and manipulate you into eating the things you tried to ban from your life. Especially cause he never ate them himself, due to his strict diet as a footballer and his task to keep himself fit.
He would keep you on his lap, face resting in his hand and stare at you while you snacked the shit he gave you, softly rubbing circles on your stomach with his fingers. He didn't smile nor did he show any other expression on his face, he just looked so peacful while looking at you.
"Say Kaiser", you started quietly. "Hm?", he made, immediately straightening up and getting aware of everything around him as if you just dragged him out of his fantasies. "Why do you keep buying me these", you said gesturing to the pile of candies which he placed on the small table infront of you two.
He sighed and went back to his chilled posture, looking at you with half lidded and calm eyes. "I want to make you fat", he just flatly answered.
You frowned, mouth slightly open, not angry or irritated, just surprised and confused at how relaxed he just said it, dead serious and without any sign of meaning it in a malicious way on his face.
"Uh what?" He breathed out softly, as if you were the problem, before closing his arms around your waist and leaning his face against your back. "I want to make you fat, so you can't run away from me"
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