In my head, I think I'm awesome

characters include: is*gi, bachira, rin, kunigami, barou, n*gi, shidou, aiku, ka*ser, lorenzo, charles, and teddy

a/n: inspo from atlanta lock and in british fashion i wanted to make it my own, also MERRY EGOMAS EVERYONE!!! i’ll be back to writing soon, i promise 😣

SAE DAY OFF

synopsis: bllk boys reaction to you rooting for the opposing team in the World Cup and they obviously get mad

based on this request!

cast: isagi, bachira, rin, sae, nagi, reo, chigiri, shidou, kaiser, ness

gn!reader, crack, established relationship

Yoichi Isagi

Meguru Bachira

Rin Itoshi

Sae Itoshi

Seishiro Nagi

Reo Mikage

Hyoma Chigiri

Ryusei Shidou

Michael Kaiser

Alexis Ness

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It was supposed to be just practice but the more I get into it and the more I see it, the more I realize a lot of flaws, but I'm so lazy to fix them that I resign myself to doing nothing and just getting depressed 💩

Continuation and end for this first part! Suggestive + crack content, cursing/swearing, brief mention of sae and reader being childhood friends, itoshi sae super ooc but i want him chalant, not nonchalant, not proofread because I wrote everything in one hour!!! i am never doing something that's not a oneshot goodbye :sob:

"Exactly! I'm debating whether—"

Snap!

And there goes the pendant. His fingers curl around it so hard that his knuckles turn white. That waist chain of yours also gave away, the metal chain snapped like a piece of rope before pooling on the ground beneath you pitifully. The roughness from the accessory left a red streak on your skin too. Well, nothing he can't fix later.

"Ow! What the fuck—?!" He hears you hiss, wincing loudly at the sudden jolt of pain before snapping your neck to see the perpetrator — eyes blazing and your brows furrowing — only to falter at the sight of him. "Sae—?" He can tell you're confused, that much is obvious. He gives a brief glance to your friends, all of them in the same shocked and surprised state as you are, before returning to you.

"I'm taking her for the night," He states, loud enough for all of them to hear as he yanks you by the forearm — sparing no explanation or whatever. "Wh—Hold on! Sae!" Your protests fall on deaf ears, your friends doing nothing to intervene as he drags you from the kitchen area.

"Sae, for fuck's sake, listen to me!" He doesn't, but instead opens whichever door was closest and slams it shut behind him, leaving just the two of you in. Alone. The bathroom will have to do. Before another protest leaves your lips, he ducks down and closes the gap instantly, taking advantage of your buckling knees and hoisting you up in the air — blindly walking towards the edge of the counter and seating you there.

You taste sweet. So unbelievably, fucking sweet. Is this what they mean when they say first kisses are special? It sure as hell was his first with you. Maybe it's from the drink you've been taking, but he'd like to believe the former.

His tongue laves across yours, your lipstick smeared in the process. The faint taste of it makes him growl under his breath. Good. Let your makeup leave evidence tonight, let everyone at this stupid party know that he's yours and only yours.

"Sae, Sae, Sae-chi—" Out of all things you could possibly say, you just had to utter that ridiculous kiddie name of his. "Don't fucking call me that right now—" And he presses his lips on to yours harder, as if trying to wipe the word from your mouth entirely. He can feel you melting in his hold, your hand that was pushing against his chest going slack and your head tilting up to meet his so prettily.

One of his hands slides to your back, and he groans into the kiss as he's reminded that your waist chain is gone. That flimsy accessory that held that bastard's first initial — his sick way of claiming — erased. Nothing more than a memory he's happy to replace himself with.

He pulls away with a sharp gasp, his lungs burning with the need of air and judging from your half-dazed look? You were just as into it as he did. "I love you," He breathes out, his throat working as he forces himself to confess "I love you. I love you so damn much," He sees the way your eyes soften, but he can tell that it's pity, so he pushes on further without hearing what you have to say.

"I know I'm an asshole, forcing myself on you like this but I can't take it anymore—" His grip on your thigh tightens as he presses his forehead to yours. "Whatever he does, I can do it better. So just leave him. Please," His voice cracks at the very end and he's so sure that he's leaving finger imprints on your skin in the process.

"Leave Bunny for me, please—" "Waitwaitwait, hold on—Bunny—?" Right in the middle of his heartfelt confession, you shove a hand right up his face. The fuck? "What's Bunny got to do with this?" You gesture to the close-knit space between you and him. You're looking at him like he's crazy or something.

"What's Bunny got to do—" He repeats your question before scoffing. "The waist chain with his first initial as a pendant. You think I'm an idiot?" As if to remind you, he dangles that same pendant in front of you before promptly chucking it to the floor.

Disgusted that he was still holding it the entire time. Your gaze follows the direction of the thrown pendant, something akin to mirth lights up in your eyes. "Wait, hold on, I'm—" You sputter as you quickly turn your head away, your hand covering your mouth as your shoulders shake. Were you….laughing?

"Why are you laughing?" "Wait, hold on—!" "Why are you laughing." "Sae, please—!"

It's like the more he pesters you for answers, the louder your laughter goes. Was this some humiliation ritual you do before rejecting guys or what?

He's had enough of your theatrics as he holds you firmly by the shoulders "Stop laughing and answer me already," Despite how loaded the demand was, your expression was still one of joy. "It stands for Bruce! Not Bunny, you idiot!" You finally guffawed out. His teal eyes narrow at the answer.

"Bruce, as in?" He inquires lowly. "Wayne. Bruce Wayne," You answer once more with tears in your eyes. "…..Fucking Batman?" Instantaneously, you burst out in laughter once more at his late realization.

"Shut—Stop fucking laughing!" Oh my god, he wanted to jump out of a building right now. Better yet, pray and ask the gods to have the Earth swallow him up whole right this instant. His skin was burning from shame. He jumped to assumptions, then proceeded to jump on you in this cramped up bathroom, thinking that you're in a relationship with Bunny—

Great. Absolutely fucking great. Way a way to end the college semester, Sae.

"You know what, this never happened. I never confessed to you and—" As he turns to pull away to save face, you pull him right back in by the hands."Wait, wait! I'm not rejecting you! You haven't even heard my answer yet!" That's enough to make him stay rooted in place. That tiny, traitorous flutter in his chest as you winded down to a fit of chuckles.

"For the record, I'm not with Bunny if that's what you're worried about," You flash him a smirk and he huffs, averting his gaze somewhere else as your thumb affectionately rubs his knuckles. "Secondly, if you want to start over, y'know, properly take me out on a date then I'd be more than happy to,"

"…. you're not going to make fun of me again, are you?" "For a little while,"

So painfully honest but so painfully endearing. He hates that about you. He let out a small 'tsk', pulling his hands and shifting to wrap his arms around your waist, something to give him the upper hand after making a fool out of himself tonight. "…fine." He acquiesced "I wanted to start things over properly anyway," A brief pause, his finger drawing aimlessly on your sides. "…. you're an idiot,"

(not proofread + suggestive!!)

College AU

Itoshi Sae X Fem!Reader

He's not crazy, he's sure of it.

He hasn't touched any alcohol through the entire party so why do fuck do you have a huge 'B' dangling at your ass?

You haven't noticed him....yet. He already saw you lounging at the kitchen area, laughing with your friends as you lean over the counter — jutting your backside unknowingly to any students that pass by — while he's there, trying not to seethe and make a scene by dragging you out of this nauseous dorm party.

That or how his hand itches to yank that damnable waist chain of yours. The soda can in his grip makes a pitiful noise, the metal denting under his fingers as he averts his gaze to another corner of the room. He shouldn't jump to assumptions really, that pendant hooked to your waist chain could mean anything.

But the flash of white and red sears into his inner mind and the muscle in his jaw tightens. Absolutely not. It couldn't be that bastard out of all people. Then, as if to spite him further, an imagery floats up to the forefront of his brain.

The Spanish transfer student putting his hands all over you, his scarred fingertips digging into the plushness of your stomach, using the waist chain like leash while that 'B' pendant bounces off from the small of your back as he—

He's gonna be sick. He can taste the bile rising up to his throat the longer he mulls this over to himself but he can't do anything. He's not your boyfriend, he has no authority over you.

He takes another glance at your figure, still laughing and chattering, obviously of his presence. He exhales sharply through his nose before finishing the rest of his drink and crushing the can.