The morning light seeped in through the curtains, warm and pale against your sheets. The apartment was silent. No voices, no traffic, no alarms. Only the soft, steady rhythm of breath.
Sae had been awake for a while. Always been the one waking up first, but this morning he didnât move.
He stayed behind you, chest to your back, one arm tucked beneath your pillow, the other heavy around your waist. His face was pressed into your hair, his breath slow and even. The blankets were tangled between your legs, heat pooled beneath your skin, and he could feel every part of you. Bare. Soft. Warm.
His hand shifted slowly, sliding down over your stomach, brushing over your hips, tracing the dip between your thighs. Your breath caught softly, thighs twitching.
He found you wet already. It wasnât surprise, because this was your man and the passion he showed only to you had you filled with need. That quiet ache you carried for him. Your body had long since learned him and now craved him without warning.
He rutted forward once, slow and shallow, grinding the head of his cock between your thighs. He swallowed hard, jaw tight. The only sound was the soft rustle of sheets, the slow drag of skin on skin, the barely-there whimper in your throat.
He lined up, and stretched you so good. His thickness filled you inch by devastating inch until your thighs shook. You both exhaled. A soft gasp from you, and a shaky breath from Sae.
Sex with Sae could be loud and filthy sometimes. But this morning it was this slow drag.
Your stomach fluttered as he went in deep, unhurried. Instead of brutal snaps you get spoiled to feel every vein and the curve of his cock. He was so patient, dragging it out. His lips barely lifted off the mattress as he took you gently.
Your fingers curled into the pillow as your thighs trembled slightly. His mouth found the back of your neck. He kissed, he breathed you in, he moaned quietly.
It was so quiet and so intimate.
The wet sounds of your bodies moving together, the soft slap of skin, the occasional sigh when your breath caught on his name. It was everything. It was all there.
He held you tighter, fucked into you just a little deeper. Your back arched slightly, pressing into him, and that made him groan throatily, buried in your hair because he couldnât help it. Your hips moved now, matching him.
Lazy, desperate, but so full of heat.
And when you came, it wasnât with a scream. It was a gasp. A soft, choked moan pressed into the pillow as you clenched around him, trembling so quietly it felt like dreaming.
Sae held still inside you, throbbing, devastated. He fucked you through it, gentle, slower now. A few more thrusts and he spilled into you with a stuttering breath, head pressed between your shoulder blades like he couldnât bear to be anywhere else.
You stayed there, joined and trembling.
The morning light grew warmer. His arm stayed around your waist, and Sae never said a word. But the way he held you tighter, and his lips brushed your shoulder, said everything.
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THIS POST CONTAINS POSSESSIVENESS, OBSESSION, MANIPULATION, AND STALKING!! IF YOU OR ANYONE IS/ARE IN THESE TYPES OF SITUATIONS, PLEASE CALL THE POLICE AND STAY SAFE!! AND IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THESE TYPES OF THEMES PLEASE DON'T READ!!
đ¸ Yukimiya Kenyu isn't the type of person to easily lash out; he is patient with his darling, and considering he's a gentleman, that would be the cherry on top.((pop!!)) Yukimiya Kenyu is charming and polite when you greet him; he's a model after all!! No one would suspect him of someone obsessed!!
đ¸ Let's say you two already knew each other from middle school; you two were as sweet as sugar to each other!! Especially Yukimiya Kenyu who admired your smile, your kindness, and your concern for his eye disease!! And you also loved how respectful he was to everyone no matter what!! You did have a crush on him though...
đ¸ over time, as you two grew up, you two started developing stronger feelings for each other, which is how you two got together!! Yukimiya Kenyu was the one to confess, of course!! He bought you your favourite bouquet of flowers, and even invited you to eat at a restaurant, insisting that he's the one that's going to pay, your heart just melted with his gentleness!!
đ¸ but over time..you started noticing the way he acted whenever you talked to another man; he would act passive-aggressively to the person in front of you, keeping you close to him. You didn't notice the vein forming in his neck..as he spoke politely to the person, but his words sounded back-handed..
đ¸ when you confront him about his strange attitude, he starts to talk about how he doesn't have much time until he loses sight..even crying!! You didn't realise you were being manipulated into staying with him, because he is the best boyfriend! And possibly a future husband..
It was a late evening, the air cool as you walked side by side down the streets
The city noise faded into a dull hum, leaving just the sound of your footsteps and the quiet space between the two of you
Youâd been together long enough that it just made sense. Your mug sat right next to his on his kitchen counter, and half of your clothes had slowly taken over his closet.
It wasnât something you had really planned out, it just happened naturally, day by day
Without a word, Michael reached out and steered you by the elbow, pulling you into a narrow alley between two old brick buildings
He stepped close, backing you gently against the rough brick wall. His hands slid up to grip your shoulders, his fingers tightening just a bit
For a guy who always had a smart, arrogant remark ready for everything, he suddenly looked lost for words
His jaw tightened as he avoided your eyes, staring down for a second like he hated how exposed he felt right now
That rare, heavy vulnerability was clear on his face, and he despised every second of it
âStay with meâ he mumbled, his voice dropping low as he finally forced himself to look back up at you
He gave your shoulder a small squeeze âNot just because..well, you practically live there anywayâ
He hesitated for a bit as he forced the words out âBut I want you there, I like having you aroundâ
You stared at him, a soft smile pulling at corner of your lips, caught totally off guard by the rare honesty âMichael⌠are you asking me to move in?â
The second the words and your smile were out, he blinked, a flash of panic crossing his face before his pretty smirk you knew so well crept right back onto his lips
âDonât flatter yourself schatzâ he scoffed, shaking his head with an exaggerated sigh âItâs just basic logic, half of your wardrobe is already taking over my room anywayâ
âRight. Basic logicâ you laughed softly, raising an eyebrow at him
âExactlyâ he said, leaning in just a fraction closer, his thumb tracing slow circles against your arm âBesides, we both know you couldnât stay away from me even if you triedâ
Even with his teasing, his eyes softened just a bit when you smiled and nodded
He quickly looked away, clearing his throat before offering you a hand with a smug tilt of his chin
âCome onâ he muttered âLetâs go pack your stuff up before you change your mindâ
social media au w writing! inspired by gossip girl & pretty little liars
feat : f!reader, rin itoshi, sae itoshi, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, and more bllk characters!
sypnosis: you enter the football spotlight after being put on blast by a so called mysterious girl throwing shade at you, overnight you gained followers and haters, but you know her blast meant one thing and one thing only. She thinks you have potential. but for what exactly?
âł posts âe-blastsâ about blue lock characters and those close to them online, ultimatum is to just cause chaos and drama amongst eachother and the internet, completely anonymous and gets anonymous tips from anyone
⏠y/n
âł reader aka you. y/n is a little bratty or one could say confident and outgoing, best friends with chigiri since forever
⏠chigiri
âł y/n best friend since childhood, plays for man shine city, gets blasted on mysterious girl occasionally
IM SO EXCITED OMG, I do have to say itâs not gonna be fully a social media au bc I only have 10 photos limit per post 𼲠soo Iâll try to work around that by writing
anyways heavy inspiration from especially gossip girl but also pretty little liars!!
Y/N DOESNT END UP WITH ANYBODY YET.
I havenât decided who đ¤
kinda why I chose reverse harem so she has multiple options cuz I couldnât decide yet
anyways ciao mwah! stay tuned & tips are appreciated!
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Was feeling very down today but diva if you're reading this and have a bad day too, remember who you are! You're loved and appreciated and what you do matters even if it is just writing smut on a daily basis!
bestfriend!bunny who'd always been such a great support system to you, you'd never expect him to do or think any wrong!
bestfriend!bunny who'd always hadn't necessarily done wrong, but often found himself ogling your pretty figure as you walked in front of him or admired how tiny you looked beside him in those cute little selfies you'd take.
bestfriend!bunny who'd find himself painfully hard after you'd grazed your delicate hand over his much larger, calloused one.
bestfriend!bunny who'd later use that very hand your pretty fingers lingered on to stroke his aching erection, imagining the warmth his palm emitted as your gummy walls instead.
bestfriend!bunny who'd feel like an absolute pervert after realizing the vivid thought helped him cum loads faster. (no pun intended)
bestfriend!bunny who even after committing such a perverse act, couldn't find himself in the wrong as he cleaned his dirtied hands. he was only appreciating his dearest friend beyond regular norms, so what if others wouldn't understand?
bestfriend!bunnywho comforts you the next day upon finding out you and your crappy boyfriend had argued, silently cursing that asshole under his breath after hearing he'd treated you so terribly.
bestfriend!bunny who openly encourages you to cry in his arms, hushing you as he wiped your tears, large fingers tentatively collecting the salty beads delicately as if you were a porcelain doll he was afraid to break.
bestfriend!bunny who then makes sure you understand your worth, assuring you that you deserve so much better. someone who wouldn't brush aside your feelings without a second thought, someone who truly cherishes every fiber of your being, someone with a bigger dick
bestfriend!bunny then lulls you to sleep between his sturdy arms, instinctively carding his fingers through your luscious hair.
bestfriend!bunny who stifles a cruel grin the next day, hearing you'd broken up with that very same boyfriend.
bestfriend!bunny who shows you the extent of his pride in you for standing up for yourself.
bestfriend!bunnywho's acutely aware he could be the very being who treats you tremendously better.
bestfriend!bunny who'd made his feelings clear on a random tuesday while the both of you sat opposite an array of snacks, binging your favourite series.
boyfriend!bunny who let you know how much he's loved you ever since your first interaction, relishing in the feeling of your warm body pressed against his as the both of you get the chance to cuddle.
boyfriend!bunnywho'd been shamelessly staring at the size difference between the both of you as you sat snug against his broad chest, finding himself growing pathetically hard.
boyfriend!bunny who'd tried to initiate just a kiss to hopefully calm himself down, yet realized soon after it'd only made the situation worse.
boyfriend!bunny who hadn't known how or when the show had been forgotten about, his lips moulding against yours in a sloppy kiss.
boyfriend!bunny who'd tried and failed to calm his hard-on down, now having you pinned beneath him in one swift movement.
boyfriend!bunnywho'd savored every little whimper he'd torn past your lips as he's finally able to push his leaking tip into you.
boyfriend!bunny who takes it slow at first, inserting himself patiently enough for the both of you to feel every inch of the stretch, carefully shushing you as you whine about it being 'too much'.
boyfriend!bunnywho then makes sure to engrave the shape of him deep within you, ensuring his pace is brutal, each quick snap of his hips sending your eyes rolling back in pure euphoria.
boyfriend!bunny who barely tries at hiding his adoration at how tight you're squeezing him.
boyfriend!bunny who pauses every now and then when he notices the perfect little bulge forming in your abdomen whenever he thrusts deep enough, pausing, ruining your long-awaited orgasm simply to point it out, admiring your face of dissatisfaction, your irritated pout only making him harden further in you.
boyfriend!bunny who although would've loved to finish in you, stuff you full of his seed to watch it leak out of your quivering frame, knew he was better than that.
boyfriend!bunnymight be a pervert, but he'd never cross his adorable girlfriend's boundaries! especially not after he'd yearned for you in specific for ages.
or would he?
guess you'd find out the next time he's turned on by the mere size of you again!
Š chiffonbunni
a/n: i'm so tired and i wanted to post this way sooner but tumblr has genuinely been playing in my face n glitching so this took muchhh longer than it should've... anyways, i hope you enjoyed (*á´ÍËŹá´Í)
based off of this ask! this was really cool to do thank you so much I hope you like it :)
Rin can't understand how you don't see what he sees.
cw: fluff, nerd!reader, reader is insecure about braces, fem! reader (usage of feminine pronouns), comfort.
wc: 1k
authors note: you're just blantantly not me nan. also id love to get more requests! My request box is open :P enjoy!
You scroll on your phone, post after post until your eyes blur them into one. Each anime post, new conventions, and gaming. Until one catches your eye.
One of Rinâs teammates' girlfriends. She looks beautiful. The way her eyes turn up makes the post brighter even with your brightness down, the way her hair flows down to her side. And most of all, the way her smile just brought the whole post together. It was like she took the whole app, and made it her own.
Your eyes are downcast a bit. You lick your teeth, maybe manifesting the same contagious smile that even infected you, just not in the way she or you wanted.Â
Your tongue glides against the warm metal. Feeling every bracket, and focusing on each individual one. As if enough rubbing can get them off your teeth.
You became hyperaware of them, the way they slightly scrape your gums, and the metallic taste. Your throat became dry.
Your boyfriend lies next to you, sleeping. Slightly shifting and so lost in his dreams. Unaware of the growing pit that was enough to swallow you both whole. His features were so beautiful, his black hair draped and framed his face, with his plush lips remaining so pink.
He shifts again and moves from his side to his back. You always looked at him and wondered what it was that made him break out of his cold demeanor, just for you.
You slowly get up from your shared bed, dipping the bed slightly before it springs up again. Your feet travel against the cold tile, but your head was somewhere else entirely.Â
You go into your bathroom, and flick on the light. Your eyes temporarily blind before readjusting to the sudden flash of light.
After 2 minutes, you just zone out in front of you, looking at the beauty that you wish you could perceive. You lick your braces over and over. Looking at your face. You soon open your mouth with your fingers, hooking them in the corner of your lips and pulling. You examined them, the metal that has bothered you for so long.
The metal soured in your mouth, and you unhook one finger to trace the brackets with it. Then flicking against the wire. Feeling the contrast of the blue rubber you got at the last appointment and the lukewarm metal.Â
You examine for nearly 5 minutes. Imagining how much confidence youâd gain when these came off, how you too could light a room up like that model.
âTake your fingers out your mouth, what are you a child?â His voice cuts through the hum of the bathroom fan.
You jolt before looking in the mirror. Your boyfriend had woken up. He leans against the doorframe, examining you with the same precision that you just had for your braces.
He looked you up and down.
âRin..howâd you wake up..?â Your voice hoarse with leftover sleep.
âHow could I not? Youâre sulking is as loud as you are quiet right now.â
âRin..itâs nothing, just go back to sleep.â You smile at him though it barely reached your eyes.
He says nothing and just looks at your smile. His face unchanged and honestly looks irritated.Â
âI hate when you do that.â He mutters.
âDo what..?â You turn to face him.
âMake yourself worry over miniscule things, things that wonât matter at all to other people.â He scoffs.
You stare at him for a minute.
âRin..âÂ
âHm.â
âWhat do you see in me?â You whisper.
He didnât answer for a minute, now it was his turn to stare.
âWhat a stupid question. You know that if I said it all weâd be here all night. What I donât love though, is seeing my girlfriend getting worked up about the parts that people love most about her. Thatâs really aggravating.â He walks closer to you.
Your face gets red, âI donât know..its just I see these other peopleââÂ
âThen stop seeing them. Youâre wasting your energy comparing yourself.âÂ
He stands next to you, looking at the mirror.
In his head it doesnât make sense, all he could see was the girl he fell in love with, every part of her, especially her smile, what was it that made you feel like this?Â
He then looks at you.Â
And you finally admit it. âRin I see these absolutely gorgeous girls on my feed all the time, people that look absolutely breathtaking, with a beautiful smile. Then I look in the mirror and then these things in my teeth feel so out of place, and so damn bulky.â You look down again.
He listened. âYouâre not making any sense. You do the same thing.â
âYouâre only saying that because youâre my boyfriend.â
âExactly, I wouldnât be here if I didnât love every single part of you. Iâd be wasting your time.â He says.
He takes your hand, and rubs the back of it with his thumb.
âYou do the exact same thing as those girls on your feed when you smile genuinely, if not more for me. You take yourself apart all the time when the full picture takes my breath away every single day as if we first met.â He muttered.
Your ears go red at his words. Your face canât help but smile. He turns away for a bit, his ears going red when you do.
âDonât let these lukewarm idiots get to you. They have little to no value to me. And they shouldnât have any effect on you. Youâre what I care about.â He turns to face you again.
Your face now fully forms a smile. âRin Rinnnnn I take your breath awaaayy?â Teasing him.
âRight, now youâre being annoying on purpose; get your ass to bed itâs late as hell.â His eyes glare at you once again.
You giggle before following him to the bedroom and getting in the bed next to you.
The once cold sheets you got up from felt so warm and comfortable. The mattress dips under you guys.
He brings you closer to his chest. Kissing the top of your head gently.Â
After a few minutes when you finally start to doze off, you couldâve sworn he mumbled under his breath, âI love you.â
haiiii, im the same anon that requested the yan!bunny
since you asked for some yandere reqs đđđ hear me out... incel boyfalure yandere ness who is jealous af asf as fuck of reader ...
at first, ness was mad at reader because reader was stealing kaiser attention to her. his obsession started w pure rage and jealousy
ness stalked reader like crazy, reader is a popular and pretty girl, always at the same parties and events that kaiser attends to. he started to hate on reader and send constant death threats on readers dms with fake accounts
aaaand the obsession grew into something much more dangerous, ness started to get attracted to reader. he was constantly mad and passive agressive towards kaiser đ
you can do it a lot more toxic if you want, ness is the typical yandere who looks naive and dumb, just a shy boy but deep down he is a gross pervert . reader would never think that kaiser's bsf would be harassing her online, right?
reader would never suspect that the shadow that is always following her constantly is ness *-*
ALSO SORRY FOR THE BAD GRAMMAR IG english is not my first language after all
A WARNING FOR PEOPLE WHO SUFFER FROM EPILEPY MY BLOG IS KINDA COLOURFUL SO BE CAREFUL!!!â ď¸â ď¸â ď¸
THIS FANFIC WILL FEATURE MICHAEL KAISER LOL!!!đđ
I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE BUT I MADE READER FLUENT IN GERMAN!!!
I MADE THIS A COLLEGE AU!! WHERE KAISER IS A PSYCHOLOGY MAJOR AND NESS IS A COSMOLOGY MAJOR((I headcanon that Ness loves planets cuz he thinks it's magicalđĽšđĽšâ¤ď¸đ§ĄđđđŠľđđđŠˇ))
THIS POST CONTAINS STALKING, ENVY, NON-CONSENSUAL PHOTOGRAPHY, ALCOHOL AND GETTING DRUNK, OBSESSIVE LOVE DISORDER, POSSESSIVENESS, NESS IS A CREEP, AND SLIGHT MISCHARACTERISATION. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THESE THEMES PLEASE DON'T READ!! AND IF YOU OR ANYONE IS/ARE IN THESE TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS PLEASE CALL THE POLICE AND STAY SAFE!! AND DO NOT ENGAGE ANY TYPE BONDING WITH THAT PERSON!!!!!!!
The college you go to does a small festival every year, and tonight was a special day!! Some men were playing in a football field. Others were buying food at the cafeteria. Some people were selling some crafts, paintings, and much more! There was a special room for water guns (specifically to avoid messiness and disruption)!
And that's where you decided to go visit the football match with your group of friends; but there were two players that caught your eye...
A man with brown hair and magenta tips; and the other with blonde hair, with blue tips styled in a twin-rat-tailed haircut.
You were fascinated with how the duo consistently linked up; the curled-haired-magenta man would hit a sick pass, and the blondie-blue man would shoot and score!!
Your friends start cheering for the blonde man..
'Go Micha!!'
'Nice shot Blaue Rose!!' (('Blaue rose' means 'blue rose' in German))..
After the match, you and a friend approached the two; you complimented both of them; but you mostly acknowledged Kaiser:
'You two are so good at playing! Especially you Kaiser!'[[you]]
'Yeah!! I really loved your Kaiser impact shot!! You should get into Bastard MĂźnchen some day!!'[[your friend]]
But because Kaiser knew you were quite popular and known, he took the compliment arrogantly; his fingers ran through his hair as he smirked, and responded:
'I mean.. what can I say?? I'm playing against amateurs at this point..right Ness??'
'Yes Kaiser!! After all..no one could even stop your shot!!'
But neither you nor your friend noticed the way Ness slightly glared at you..
After the match, you ordered some food along with your alter egos; you chatted with your friends as you ate your favourite meal; the conversations were quite funny!
'Damn I hate my professor..Dude has a stick up his ass all the time!!'
'Well lucky for you! My professor mispelled my name, and proceeded to humiliate ME when he was the one in the wrong!!'
'My professor acts so gay we all turned our heads in confusion when he started talking about his wife and 3 daughters'
'Bro have you seen MY professor?? He deadass called a girl 3 seats next to me a 'chic queen'?? Who even TAUGHT him that???? Mind you he should be in the nursing home'[[you]]
A friend that is the same major as you agreed:
'BRO YES!! Isn't he like 65 or something like that??'
'WAYYYY beyond that..he literally has GRANDCHILDREN!!'
The entire group was shocked, before they all started giggling; some in disbelief, others in genuine amusement that a literal grandpa is your and your friend's professor.
You enjoyed the night with your friends as they continued to laugh and giggle about something. After the festival, you caught a taxi to go back home; but your phone buzzed with a notification from...'unknown number'? You read the message from the notification:
'Halt dich von ihm fern, du verdammte Schlampe ⌠Du hast schon genug Jungs, die dir hinterherstarren.'...((stay away from him you fuck1ng b1tch..you already got enough boys swooning over you))
You immediately blocked the person; you felt your stomach drop just reading the message..which boy are they even talking about?! You simply gulped, and continued to ignore the message.
After a moment, another message came from ANOTHER 'unknown number':
'Du bist eine Schlampe, das weiĂt du doch, oder?? Du redest mit ihm, als wĂźrdest du ihn persĂśnlich kennen ⌠du interessierst dich nur fĂźr ihn, weil er berĂźhmt ist!!'
((You're a wh0r3, you know that right?? Talking to him like you know him personally..you only care about him because he's famous!!))..
What is GOING ON?! what's their problem?! You immediately deleted that contact again..putting your phone on 'Do Not Disturb' mode.
You eventually told the taxi where to stop; he slightly swerved near a pavement. You paid him, and got out of the car to walk to your house.. when another message popped up..this time..it was a PHOTO of you having fun with your friends during the festival:
'Sieh dich nur an mit deinem blÜden Grinsen ⌠Hat dir schon mal jemand gesagt, dass du wie ein Esel aussiehst??'
((Look at you with your stupid smile..has anyone ever told you that you look like a donkey??))
A chill shivered down your spine..you instantly ran back to your house to avoid anyone trying to catch you off guard!!
You didn't realise He was stalking you inside the alleyways..
You live with your parents; you quickly locked the door when you entered your home; your parents don't question it. After all, safety comes first!! You brushed your teeth before You locked your own windows, and closed the curtains.
You changed into your comfortable home clothes; you checked again if you turned on 'Do Not Disturb' on your phone just to make sure...and you slept...
You woke up the next morning; it was the weekend. You checked your phone to see any notifications, only to find MULTIPLE accounts constantly harassing your posts..
The reason why you were upset wasn't because of the hate comments themselves; it was because of how the people((or person)) behind these accounts were constantly harassing you to no end..
You tried thinking about it..this has NEVER happened to you before?? EXCEPT with the night you talked to Kaiser...
Wait a minute..
Could it be that the reason you're being harassed was because you talked to Kaiser?? ONE TIME????
But wait..you did talk to other popular boys in that festival!! ...but the one harassing you didn't even mention WHO you talked to...
..should you tell a friend about this?? You immediately called your best friend, and they pick up the call:
'Oh Hi [name]! What's up??'
'Hey [Friend Name]! Umm..I just wanted to tell you..I've been getting harassed for some reason'
'What?! As in PHYSICALLY?! OR ONLINE?!'
'Online online!! I don't know..it's just that..ever since that night I've talked to Kaiser..multiple accounts have been harassing me!! Even showing videos recorded of me and photos without me knowing!!!'
Your friend paused for a moment, before replying:
'Kaiser?? ...[name]..to be honest..I think it's better off not talking to him..who knows you'll be even more harassed!!'
'Yeah..well...I'm just not gonna go alone..because I don't know..maybe they could kidnap me or something'..
'Yep..just watch out for your safety..and..try not to talk to Kaiser to not escalate any further..alright??'
'Yeah..um..anyway..bye bye!!'
'Bye bye!!'
You hung up the call; you took a nap for about 3 hours or so. You spent the rest of your day trying to complete your assignments, same thing went for Sunday.
It was Monday today. You woke up to brush your teeth, and eat eggs on toast; you ate it on your way to the uni..
That's where you saw Ness, and you decided to approach him:
'Hey Ness!! How are you doing??'
'Ah! [Name]! I'm doing good ..yeah Kaiser's having an exam today so..I'm just alone today!!'
'Oh! Well..hope he answers good!! Um...what major are you in again???'
'Cosmology!'
'That's so cool!! I love space!! But I'm [insert major]!'
'You..love space??'
'Yes! I love looking at videos of planets..ya know?? Like the inside of venus, or the memes of Jupiter protecting Earth!'
Ness gazed at you; you looked at him with confusion:
'Uh..Ness?? Are you alright??'
You waved a hand in front of his face:
'Ah!! Sorry!! I just..thought about something'
'About what??'
'Just thinking about that match during the festival!!'
'Oh okay! I loved your passes by the way!! They're so cool!!'
'Oh-thank you!!'
'It's nothing!!'-
Both of you heard footsteps approaching you two; it was Kaiser who had just finish revising.
'Hello Kaiser!!'
'Hey Ness'
Kaiser looked at you, and said:
'Oh, you again?? The one who complimented us that day??'
'Yes!! I loved your shots by the way!!'
But as you and Kaiser talked, Ness stared at both of you, mostly you, because you kept stealing Kaiser's attention...
Dammit...
Why do you keep stealing everyone's attention??...
But most of all..
Why does he feel conflicted whether he should envy Kaiser or you??...
I mean..you only had one conversation with him!! He can't be that hooked!! Especially when he found out your beliefs aligned with his!! No one has ever talked to him this nicely, heck, barely anyone even acknowledges him!! Are you trying to be nice to him just so you can steal Kaiser from him?...yeah..that must be it..otherwise you wouldn't have talked to him!! Right??...
Dang it..what should he do?!-
'Ness?? You good??'
'You've been gazing at something'...
Ness was SO embarrassed:
'Uhh!! I-um!! I forgot my assignment!!'
'The one where you were supposed to search about that 'pink Gas Giant' or something??'
'Y-yes....'
'Well...anyway..I've got to go do my exam before my professor starts yelling at me like a madman'
'Oh-well ..Bye!! I also have to go to my lecture!'
'Same here! Bye! I'll see you two at the cafeteria with a friend!'
time skip to the cafeteria
You arrived at the cafeteria with three of your friends, as promised; you saw Ness and Kaiser sitting near the left corner.
You and your three alter egos approached their table, and greeted them:
'Hello again! How'd you answer, Kaiser?'
'Hey guys!'
'Oh hello [name]! Hello [friend name]!'
'Hallo, I answered well! his questions were as easy as a kid's puzzle'
'Nice!!'
You four joined a conversation, but you mostly talked to Ness...
But you didn't realise Ness was slowly becoming interested in you after about 45 minutes of talking..
He found out you loved reading the same books as him..you loved imaginations..you loved creativity..you despised people who made fun of others..
And at first..he felt stubborn about it..he wanted to continue harassing you for stealing Kaiser's attention....
But he realised you were kinder to him than Kaiser has ever been, and that was the first time he ever started to become passive aggressive towards Kaiser..
One day..Kaiser was boasting about something in a party, where you were also attending..and Ness decided to speak in his usual gentle tone, but his words were quite strange:
'Hey Kaiser..don't you think you've talked enough about you psychoanalysing people??'
Kaiser responded:
'Considering I'm correct every time..what's there not to boast about??'
'Yeah!! Sure....I'll just get a drink'
After a couple shots, he was getting quite drunk. He stumbled into the bathroom, locking himself inside a stall...
Damn it..even when he's drunk, his mind still goes to you..
Your eyes..
Your hair..
Your personality
Your authenticity..
Even after he slightly got sober..after the party..
He continued to stalk you..
And it's not like you would suspect that the sweet boy with a turtle smile was the one who USED to harass you online..now envying HIS best friend for getting your attention..
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synopsis: writing scenarios based off of pancakes for dinner by lizzy mcalpine
details: fluff, not proofread, no pronouns have been mentioned to describe the reader (i donât think so)
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âi wanna eat pancakes for dinnerâ -post dating
Itâs 6pm. The lights in the street are flickering awake as you await for your lover to come home from soccer practice.
You flip on TV shows, scroll thru your phone, and just stare out the window.
âThereâs nothing to do.â You whispered underneath your breath and leaned back on the couch, the cushions sinking you in further.
The kitchen is empty and scarily clean. So, you decide to make pancakes from scratch.
You swipe across different recipes, before deciding on one.
Sae wouldnât be home for another hour, so it should be okay! This will be your dinner. And then youâll cook something else for him.
6:37
âMi Amor?â Sae calls.
The front door swings open, the bag thudding against the wooden floor.
âIn here!â
He turns a corner to see you. Flour on your hands and face, stirring a mixing bowl while something was frying in the pan behind you.
Sae furrows his brows, âWhatâs going on?â
A wobbly smile forms on your face. âHeh..uh..well..â You turn around and flip over the pancakes on the stove, âI wanted pancakes. So iâm making some!â
âAt 6:30pm?â
âyou came a little earlier than expected.â
Your lover watched as you prance around the kitchen, before sighing deeply.
âLet me help you.â
âOh no no! You should get ready- a-and then Iâll make you something else-â
Sae unzips his windbreaker, tosses it onto the couch, before making his way towards you.
âItâs okay. I want pancakes too.â
You grin and nod, âOkay! Stir this so I can flip over these pancakes-â You pause as you turned to check on the pancakes, âNO!!â
âWhat?â
âTHEY BURNT!â
âI wanna get stuck in your headâ -pre dating
Saeâs at practice. But he canât focus.
His passes miss, he dribbles the ball backwards, and he momentarily forgets his leftâs and rightâs.
âSae, get it together!â His coach yells from the sidelines.
âSorry.â
He canât help it. Last night, you were so beautiful. Your smile was straight from a painting, and the way you looked at him.
You looked at him with so much adoration.
He canât get the way your fingers tangled with his. The way you leaned on him and your soft skin against his.
He felt like a middle schooler all over again.
âSorry coach. I need a break.â
âYeah you do. Go sit down or something.â
âThank you.â
Sae shuffles over to the bench and leans back.
Heâs not like this. Heâs able to get over distractions quickly. But for some reason, he canât get rid of you.
Your voice, your touch, your eyes, your laugh.
He misses you.
Sae pulls out his phone:
âHello. I was wondering if I can take you out again?â
âŚ
âŚ
âOf course! I had a good time last night :)â
âI wanna watch a tv show together, and when weâre under the weather we can watch it in bedâ - post dating
âAchooo!!â You sneeze and groan.
âBless you.â
âThanks!â
Attack On Titan is playing on the screen across from you and Saeâs bed. His arm is wrapped around your shoulder, and your snug into his side.
Two bowls of spicy ramen is left stacked on the nightstand next to you, empty mugs are still in your hands, and a overly soft blanket is covering the both of you.
âArmin is probably the best character in Attack On Titan. Or Levi.â
âYes! Levi is such a good character!!â
Saeâs eyes flicker down to you, but your eyes are glued to the screen. Enamored by the action and the drama.
He presses his lips against your head.
You cuddle into him further, he tightens his arm around you.
He hates being sick. But he hates it less when youâre there with him.
A/N: lowk iâm writing my sae itoshi as your summer love fanfic rn so this is just a whatever post
a/n : Inspired by the World Cup (obviouslyyy) and also inspired by he fact I worked a month in a perfume shop and I became obsessed with smelling each perfume lmao x) I suck at describing football because I don't know anything about it lmao (shame on me). I had a really great time writing this and I really enjoyed myself, so I hope you like it! I did not proofread since I'm working and I don't have time, so I apologise if there's any grammar mistake or inconsistency! Also I didn't know how to end this so the end is a bit messyyyy
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Todayâs shift has been a nightmare for you. The independent perfumery you were working for was desert. Not a soul in sight. You sighed, laying your hands on the cash register, silently hoping for someone to stop by. Sure, your location wasnât ideal : in a smallâbut cuteâ pedestrian-only alley in the heart of the town. Almost nobody walked by here, since all the interesting things were on the opposite side of the city. It was a wonder this perfumery was still alive and well. Loyalâand wealthyâ customers were probably the reason for it.
You glanced at your watch, 3 more hours to go. The amount of sleep you got this night because you wouldnât stop overthinking. You could do this. Itâs not as if you already cleaned the floor thrice, reorganized the drawers and shelves twice and made sure you had stock for every perfume.Â
If only youâd known that in a couple minutes the trajectory of your life would be changed forever, youâd have never believed it. It happened as you were checking a drawer for a click and collect. LâEau dâEclipse by Pierre-Marie Manoury. Not a bad choice, it smelled good : a mixture of fresh and floral with notes of vanilla and ylang-ylang. If you had to be perfectly honest, it was a perfume for rather old ladies. Youâd never wear that, too scared of coming across as someone with old-fashioned tastes.Â
You spiralled deeper into your thoughts about the fragrance when you heard the delicious echoing sound of the bell meaning someone had at last walked through the door. You straightened up, put on your best customer friendly smile and greeted the pink-haired guy. He looked familiar, though you couldnât place a name on that face. The first thing that struck you was his teal eyes, deeply hypnotising. Then, how wealthy he appeared to be, that was always a good omen for the register.Â
âHello! Welcome to Velinora, how can I help you?âÂ
âHello⌠Iâm looking for perfume.â He replied flatly, glancing around at the very much empty shop, seemingly uninterested by you.Â
âReally? Never wouldâve guessed.â Your sarcasm seeping through, you noticed the unamused look he gave you. You cleared your throat. âI mean I can definitely help you with that.âÂ
You cringed internally, already thinking the approach to the customer was a flop. You sucked it up, it was just a bad moment to live through and then you would never be haunted by that tonight, wouldnât you?
Seeing the guy wasnât very willing to give more information on what he was looking for, you tried to get the goods out of him.Â
âWhat kind of perfume, fragrances, are you looking for?â You questioned, already scanning the shelves with the precision of a sharp chefâs knife.Â
âI donât really know.â He replied bluntly, taking a tester in his hands and checking the bottle out before placing it back.Â
âGreat. Very helpful.â You ignored the side eye he gave you. âIs it for you or is it a gift?âÂ
âFor me.âÂ
âAlright, itâll be a bit easier then. Do you already wear perfume? Or do you have a brand, a scent you like? That would be a good indication.âÂ
He sighed, obviously annoyed. âCanât you just⌠give me a random one? I donât care about the brand or the scent. I just need one.âÂ
You frowned, tilting your head as you stepped back. Sure, you had some brands to value more than others and this was the perfect occasion to sell a particularly difficult and niche perfume : Terra di Luce by Strapponelli, it was an oaky, spicy, with hints of lava rock fragrance which almost no one liked, including you. But what he said offended you on a personal level. You would never let that slide, not when you spent hours learning the notes of perfumes, the slight differences and the magic that rested behind the scents.Â
âLet me stop you right there.â You smiled politely, but you wanted to slap him. How could he say that?? If it was up to you and you didnât have a business to run, the guy would already be kicked out. âYou canât just⌠pick a random one. Perfumes are personal.â You explained. âIt has to be unique, it has to be you having an emotional link with it.âÂ
The guy scoffed, staring at you. He barely even raised an eyebrow. His arrogance was testing your last nerves.
âYou think thatâs ridiculous? Itâs not. Every perfume has a story that led to its creation. I wonât go down that path or Iâll ramble for hours. So to make it short : no. I canât pick one for you. You have to smell, and like the perfume. So tell me, why are you buying perfume today?â You asked, trying hard to stay polite. If your boss heard your stern voice, he'd actually have a heart attack : you should never talk to a client this wayâ you heard his voice ringing in your head.Â
The teal eyed guy stared at you for a couple seconds, then resigned himself. He slid his hands in his pockets. âMy manager told me itâll be a good idea to have a recognizable scent. Marketing stunt. He gave me one but I donât like it. Smells too sour.âÂ
âNow we have something.â You smiled faintly. âSee? Wasnât too hard.â You taunted. Seeing he was still not going with the flow, you went on immediately. âMay I ask what job you do?âÂ
He stared at you, a hint of surprise flashing in his bright eyes. Then, he replied carefully, as if you were mocking him. âIâm a professional football player.âÂ
âOkay so you need perfume that sticks, not something light.â You replied immediately, your brain working quickly and not catching on what he just told you. You were about to grab a bottle when you realized who was really standing in your shop. Sae Itoshi. One of the mostâif not the mostâtrendy football player of the season. You werenât a fanatic of that sport, but he was famous enough that you heard of him even in your small perfumery world.Â
You slowly turned to Sae Itoshi. You pointed at him and a playful smile appeared on your face. âIâm not giving you a discount of any type.âÂ
The pink haired man frowned, seemingly taken aback. He had been certain heâd eventually get a reaction from you once you understood who he was. But that? It was unexpected. âIâm sorry?â
âYouâre rich, arenât you? Why should I make you pay less?â You scoffed, placing your hands on your hips, entertained.Â
â...Customer service perhaps?âÂ
âYeah but youâre not a customer, youâre a freaking star.â You countered. âI believe paying 350 for a bottle of perfume isnât a financial crisis for you.â
â...fair.âÂ
To be honest, it was the 3 hours of sleep that made you act this way. Sure you were naturally playful and blunt. However, you were certainly not this way with a stranger, a customer, and a famous one at that. It would only be later you realized how you treated him. It cost you 4 hours of sleep and overthinking that night.
âOkay so letâs get into this.â You started, turning around already searching for thee perfume for thee Sae Itoshi.Â
âDoes it really have to be such a big deal? Just get me a cologneâŚâÂ
You whipped around. âCologne? That wonât stick on you. Not if you want to wear it during matches. The sweat won't mix well with the scent anyway.â You paused, taking a tester from the shelf and spraying the perfume on a piece of paper. âWhat you need is a pure perfume. Maybe even an elixir.âÂ
You handed him the paper, watching his reaction as he smelled it. He nodded faintly in approval.Â
âSmells good.âÂ
âIt does, doesnât it? Strong, blunt and enchanting. Yet, it still has a hint of vulnerability and tenderness to it while being fresh.Seems like a perfume for guys like youâÂ
Sae stared at you, as if you just bared his heart and revealed the naked truth. A disturbing feeling settled between his ribs, he was definitely bothered by your words and your ability to read him so effortlessly, even if you knew nothing about him personally. The way you didnât even realise you threw him off made him feel some kind of butterflies in his stomach.
âWhatâs inside?â He asked, his eyes still staring at you. His interest was picked, and now you were the center of his attention and will be for a whileâ meaning the rest of his life, but neither of you knew that yet.Â
âSo, thatâs Midnight Velvet by Hortense. Inside we have Bergamot, orange blossom, ginger and cardamom. The woody note comes from patchouli.â You told him. âDo you want to try another one?âÂ
He nodded. You spent the next 10 minutes making him try other fragrances. He was paying unwavering attention to what you were rambling on. Some would even say he was more focused on what you were telling him about perfumes than what his coach was telling him during training. In reality, he was more focused on how your voice sounded and how your face seemed to lighten whenever he agreed to your words.
âDo you actually learn the ingredients in each perfume?â He asked.
âWell, I do try to remember all of them so I can help customers in the best way possible.â You admitted, suddenly feeling self-aware.Â
âThatâs impressive.âÂ
âIs it?â You chuckled nervously. It wasnât every day that you were complimented by a world class football player. Awkwardly, you cleared your throat and looked away, trying to find a way out of this. âSo⌠which one do you like more?âÂ
âThe first one.â Sae replied. âDo you think itâs the one that suits me best?â He would never admit that for some unknown reason, having your opinion on the matter suddenly felt like the most important thing. And he would never admit he knew from the first second Midnight Velvet was the one for him, but if he had told you, you wouldnât have rambled for 10 minutes, which would have made him feel bad.
âMidnight Velvet?â
âYeah.âÂ
âWell perfume is personal you have to choose. I canât choose for you if you donâtââÂ
âIâm asking for your opinion, though. Do you think itâs the one that suits me best?â He repeated, holding eye contact.Â
You blinked, surprised. âUhm⌠yeah. I think Midnight Velvet suits you best.â You smiled.Â
âThen I'll buy this one, if you donât mind.âÂ
âI obviously donât mind.â You countered, finally recovering your playful side. âI mean that's my job, to make you buy things. The more the better.âÂ
He let out a small amused huff, which felt like a victory. Taking the package of the said perfume, you led him to the register. As you scanned the fancy box, you caught him staring at your skilled hands.Â
âI hope you donât mind me asking, but how come youâre in Japan? I thought you were playing for Madrid.â You stated, making small talk.Â
Saeâs teal eyes snapped back to your face. He took in your features and the lines of your eyes, your nose and your mouth. He didnât want to forget them. âPasseport business and Federation talk.â A beat. âYou follow football?â He pondered.Â
âNot really, I just know the big names and watch the big games when I have time. My father is more of a fan.âÂ
âI seeâŚâÂ
âYou can pay, itâs over there.â You pointed to the device.Â
âYou follow enough to know me.â He countered as he paid without checking the price.Â
You shrugged. âItâs not as if youâre an unknown anymore.âÂ
Taking back his card, he agreed. âYou know me, but I do not know you. Whatâs your name?âÂ
Taken aback, you muttered your name without thinking. It felt odd in your mouth, but it was yours. Why the hell would he want to know your name?? You were just some stupid perfume seller. Compared to him, you were nobody.
âThat's a pretty name. I like it.â He smirked before stepping out of the shop and leaving you to wonder if all this was just a hallucination. Your eyes stayed on his form until he was out of sight, far from the shop.
You ran your hand down your face, sighing heavily. You could already feel a headache forming. Out of all the weird things to ever happen in your life, this was definitely one of the weirdest.Â
Checking the register, you noticed he left a card. It wasnât a credit one, more like a business one? You turned it around and saw a phone number. Could it beâŚ? You quickly grabbed it and stuffed it in your pocket to avoid anyone seeing this. Looking around, you noticed no one was in the shop. Geez, you probably looked like a ridiculous shy mess.Â
The night was spent staring at the dark coloured card, with the golden outlines. Very fancy. Should you text the number to see the outcome? Definitely not. Youâd only embarrass yourselfâŚÂ
So days passed by, and you slowly forgot about the unexpected events of that day. Well, forgetting is a strong word, youâd never forget it actually, more like it didnât seem as important as it seemed back then. You focused on your cozy daily life, taking care of your cats, your perfumes and your small flat.Â
Approximately a month later, you found yourself in the same situation as the day you met Sae Itoshi. And as you noticed the similar setting while standing behind the counter, the pink haired man stepped into the shop. You froze, your brain trying to catch up with what was happening.Â
âYou look like youâve seen a ghost.â He flatly stated.Â
âGood morning to you too.â You countered, recovering from your previous choc.Â
A faint smile appeared on his handsome face. âGood morning.âÂ
âWhat makes me worthy of your presence today?â You smirked.Â
âI used all the perfume. And you didnât text me even though I left my business card.âÂ
Your eyes widened slightly, impressed. âYou finished the bottle already?âÂ
âI did. Got many compliments about my scent with it. Thanks to you and your amazing advice.âÂ
âAw, youâre going to make me blush.â You chuckled.Â
âSo I came back.â He leaned on the counter, his teal eyes fixated on you. âHere, just for you. To buy another bottle.âÂ
âYou couldâve gone to any other shop, you know that?â You smiled, putting away the perfumes you were registering, to make more room for Saeâs arms.Â
âI know. But I wanted to buy it here. Makes it more special to me.â He paused, long enough for the weight of his words to land. âAnd I wanted to know why you didnât text me.âÂ
âWhy didn't I text you? I canât just text an international football star, can I?â You scoffed.Â
âThe question is why couldnât you? I gave you my personal phone number.â
You stuttered, completely flustered by his unexpected behaviour. You shrugged, talking out your phone and the business card he gave you back then. You texted him immediately. The sound of a notification from his pocket confirmed to you this wasnât a fake number. Your knees almost gave out, but you fought your hardest to keep your composure. You barely remembered how that day even ended.Â
The following year felt like the beginning of a fever year. Sae and you would text each other regularly, messages seeping through different time zones whenever he was training in Spain. The pink haired man came back to Japan more often since you two met, and always found excuses to stop by the perfumery : broken bottle, Lost bottle, left behind in a five stars hotel⌠He would never miss an opportunity to luckily miss perfume and buy a new one with you.Â
One night, as you were about to go to sleep after a rough day of dealing with particularly annoying clients, your phoneâs screen lit up to Saeâs notification. You knew it was mid-afternoon in Spain, meaning he would be busy training and not texting you.
You frowned, reading the message.Â
Sae : What are you doing this July?Â
You : Working, I guess. Why?Â
S : How about coming to the US with me?
Y : LMAOOOOO
S : Iâm serious.Â
Y : I canât afford a trip to the USA.Â
S : Iâll pay for everything, you donât have to worry about anything.Â
Y : Why do you even want to go on a trip with me in July in the US?
S : Itâs the World Cup, idiot.Â
Y : Wait wait wait
Y : Are you fucking serious? You want me to accompany you at the freaking World Cup ???
S : Are you coming or not? I have to tell my manager right now if I have people coming. For the visas.Â
Y : Sae, I canât just leave for one month⌠I have to check with my boss if thatâs possibleâŚ
S : Take it or leave it.
Y : ⌠Okay Iâm coming.Â
S : đ
You put down your phone, taking a moment to pinch your arm to make sure you werenât dreaming. The wincing pain confirmed that it was very much real. Thee Sae Itoshi was bringing you to the World Cup, aka the most important sports event in the whole world. How the hell were you going to announce your departure to your boss? There was no way he would agree to let you leave more than a week. But then again, it was a once in a life opportunity⌠You decided to let the night bring wisdom and sink in your well deserved mattress.Â
Things went so fast you barely had time to really understand how important you were in Saeâs eyes. Not even his parents were invited to the World Cup, but you were. You realized that weeks later. You had somehow managed to convince your boss to let you leave for a month. You merely threatened him to take him to court with the evidence of all the unpaid hours he made you do. Anyway, you had landed in the United States of America by Saeâs side.Â
You attended every single one of his games, and even showed up to his training sessions. What else could you do? Tabloids wondered who you were, asking Sae about you in interviews, but he would always dismiss the subject by saying youâre nothing more than an assistant. That label didnât bother you at first, because you were mostly focused on the unreal nature of your presence here. Then, it started to annoy you since Saeâs behaviour towards you meant anything but just an assistant or a friend.Â
Then it struck you, Sae was oblivious. He didnât even realize how he was acting towards you. The whole âbringing breakfast to you in the morningâ, the âsearching for you in the stands after a goalâ, âasking if youâre proud of him after every matchâ and âmaking sure youâre okay because of the heat and the crowded placeâ isnât exactly just friend material.Â
You realized that on the day of the tournament. Sae and Japan managed to reach the final, thus possibly winning the first World Cup for his native country. He was nervous, painfully so. Although, you didnât mind the view : he was standing at the hotelâs kitchen counter in your room, shirtless, visibly frowning. Youâd grown fond of the man and his emotionally constipated nature. You stood up from your bed to join him for breakfast. With a smug smile you sat in front of him.Â
âYou look like hell.â You teased.Â
He gave you a half bothered half deadpan look. âIâm stressed.âÂ
âDidnât know the great Sae Itoshi could be stressed.â You countered.Â
âItâs the World Cup Final. Stakes are high. Of course Iâm gonna be nervous.âÂ
âFair.â You pouted. âDo you plan on wearing your perfume?âÂ
âObviously, itâs my lucky charm. Why wouldnât I want to be lucky on the biggest day of my life?âÂ
âFair once again.â You chuckled. âWhatâre you gonna do if you win?âÂ
He shrugged. âLift the trophy.âÂ
You deadpanned him. âAfter, you idiot.â
âSleep for two days straight.âÂ
âThatâs in no way fun.âÂ
âNever said I was a fun man.â He munched on the bread.Â
You scoffed. âStill.â You gazed at him, trying to read his face. âAlright. If you win, Iâll tell you something.âÂ
That caught his attention, his eyes landed on you. âTell me what?âÂ
âWell Iâm not going to tell you now, silly.â You giggled. âIâll tell you if you win. Otherwise youâll never know. Or Iâll tell you next time you win a World Cup.âÂ
âThen I have no choice but to win tonight, havenât I?âÂ
âThatâs pretty much the deal.â You affirmed, locking your eyes in his.Â
The match was intense. Worthy of a World Cup Final. At multiple times, you really thought Japan was about to win. Unfortunately, their opponent was too strong, too organized as a team. They beat Japanâs team in extra time. 3-2.Â
You were far from Sae when the referee blew the whistle to end the match, though it was as if you were next to him. Your heart broke for him. Without surprise, his face showed nothing, but his eyes, oh his eyes spoke volumes. Empty, devastated and recalculating every minor mistake he made. You quickly went to the changing room to catch him before he went in. As he saw you, he tried to ignore you and avoid you out of shame.Â
âDonât you dare ignore me, Itoshi.â You grabbed the side of his shirt. âI donât care that you lost. Iâm not disappointed. Iâm proud you fought until the very last second, you hear me?â
He stared at you. Words couldnât come out of his mouth, the fear of tears taking over him was way too overwhelming. At that moment, the hole he felt in his chest filled up with a warm flame as he realised how much you cared for him and how precious you were to him. However, it was above him to voice such a feeling. So he hugged you tightly, burying his face in your neck. He smelled your perfume, the same one you had for years, the one you had when you two met. It eased some of the tension in his muscles.Â
âI have to go..â He murmured. Indeed he had to change, listen to his coachâs assessment of the match and reply to journalists. âIâll see you later.â He added as he kissed your forehead before disappearing into the changing room.Â
Your heart tightened. That World Cup ended on a note of unfulfilled potential : no world title for the Japanese players, and no love confessed. If you had to put all these emotions into a perfume, it would be a bittersweet one with orange blossom, almond and neroli. But then, who would buy a perfume to scent the bittersweetness of an unfinished story?
Years passed by. Your meetings with Sae were regular and love between you continued to grow as he continued to be oblivious to it. You still worked in the same perfume shop you two met. And he still travelled between Japan and Spain. He never told you, but deep down you sensed he never got over the loss of the last World Cup. He was working harder than ever, to come back stronger.Â
Sometimes, you wondered if it was worth it to wait for him to realise you were in love with each other. Or maybe he knew and refused to acknowledge it. Every option hurt more than the last, and doubt seeped into your heart. You were no Penelope, how could you rely on the untold feelings of an emotionally dumb man and wait years for him? So you were tempted to find someone else, to change your mind with whatever you could. But your heart belonged to him, and much to your despair, you always crawled back to him in the deepest hours of the night. You were also tempted to tell him, but you didnât want to ruin the friendship you grew over the years, and what if he didnât like you back? What if he didnât love you more than football? Was it worth it, to unveil your love to him, to just become a couple for the sake of it? Moreover, it wasnât like he was an unattractive man. Women were at his feet, famous ones, rich ones⌠You were no match with your small perfumery shop and knowledge. On paper, these women were a perfect match for him, so how could you not feel insecure? Many times you wondered if he gave in the temptation of these women. Your thoughts grew more and more venomous and rotten as you lost more and more sleep each night.Â
Sae knew. He knew he felt more for you than he did with other people. He loved to be around you as you made him feel at home, he loved your scent, your rants about perfumes, he adored the way sunlight would hit your skin at the end of the day. It made him want to hold you against him and never let go. Never would he have guessed heâd feel this way for someone who had nothing in common with him or football. Much to his despair, he faced another struggle : sharing his feelings to you. He wasnât blind, he saw the way you looked at him and he wanted to tell you everything thatâs laid on his heart for now five years. But it was above his strength. Each time he would gather the courage to do so, he would chicken out. What if he misread you? What if you were in love with another man? He couldnât bear the idea so he kept it all to himself. Bittersweetness filled his heart as you were everything he could think of. There was nothing he was seeing everyday without thinking of you. To top it all, Hortense, the label of the perfume you chose for him made him their effigy. They even created a perfume for him, Sae Itoshi. They even named it Boy genius. He never wore it though, since you never recommended it to him. Still, he wondered if you liked the perfume, it somehow mattered to him. Though, he never asked you your opinion on it, too afraid of your judgement.Â
Without surprise, the following World Cup arrived. Five years have gone by since your first meeting. You joined him in Spain, country where it was organized. Without surprise, the same circus happened : tabloids wondered who you were again, fans started to get more heated towards you and paparazzis tried to get more pictures of you with Sae. You did your best to not let it upset you. You were not a public person, you were just Saeâs friend, right? You couldnât understand all the attention you were getting, people were here for the sport, not the gossip, werenât they?Â
You managed to survive through the month without being skinned alive by anyone. The mood was electric and magnificent. There was no denying that these kinds of events were magical. As a spectator, it was amazing, but you also saw the other side of it : players were under enormous pressure. Having the countryâs weight and expectations on their shoulders wasnât easy.Â
Sae, obviously, showed nothing. However after five years of knowing each other, you started to understand how he was working. You were by his side, often just sitting in silence on the couch as he was watching his next opponents matches to analyze their techniques. You knew your presence was soothing him, so you didnât try to do too much. You were just there, by his side. And it was all that he needed.Â
The night before the finale, as you were both sitting on the couch, he paused the match and turned to you.Â
âIf I win tomorrowâŚâ He started.
âMmh?â You hummed, listening to him but still focused on the video playing on your phone.Â
âWill you tell me what you planned to tell me four years ago?âÂ
A pause.Â
You turned off your phone and glanced at him, thrown off by this request.Â
âYou still remember that?âÂ
âWhy wouldnât I?âÂ
âI donât know, it was four years ago, it was a long time ago.âÂ
âIâm curious about what you wanted to tell me back then.âÂ
âThatâs ridiculousâŚâÂ
âItâs not ridiculous. It mattered to you back then, so it matters to me now.âÂ
â...âÂ
âWill you keep that promise and tell me if I win?âÂ
You smiled faintly, looking away. âIf thatâs what you want.âÂ
âI want that if you want that.âÂ
âThen yeah, I want that.â
A ghost of a smile appeared on his face. âI have no choice but to win now.âÂ
âLooks like it.âÂ
âIâm not winning for the country tomorrow. Iâm winning for you.âÂ
Your stomach dropped and butterflies blossomed in. Was he realising the weight of his words or was he just that dumb? The way he was gazing at your face proved he knew what he said and the effect it had on you. Nervously, you chuckled.Â
âDonât be stupid.âÂ
âIâll be stupid for you.âÂ
You scoffed. âFocus on the match tomorrow, donât get distracted now.âÂ
âMmh.â He grabbed the TV remote and started to watch the match again.Â
You dismissed him not out of rudeness, but because it threw you off. How could one just drop a bomb like that on an evening before the biggest match of his life? You were almost having a heart attack. Damn. That man will be the death of you.Â
The next day, tension was at its strongest. The game was uptight. Fortunately, the outcome wasnât the same as four years prior. In extra time, Japanese players managed to shoot a beautiful, well-deserved goal. The referee blew the whistle to end the match. You couldnât believe your eyes, Sae was finally a World Champion, after all these years of hard work he finally made it.Â
You couldnât help but let the tears overwhelm you, almost enough that you didnât see him climbing the stands to get to you. Most people had gone on the field to celebrate, everyone but you and now Sae who joined you. He grabbed your cheeks and wiped your tears.Â
âWhy are you crying?â He asked, almost concerned.Â
âFor you, idiot.â You chuckled, cupping his jawline. âBecause Iâm proud of you. Because Iâm so so very much happy for you.â You smiled through the tears.Â
A smile appeared on his face, a rare, real, precious smile. It made you tear up even more.Â
âI won for you, you know that.â He rested his forehead against yours. âSo now you have to tell me the secret youâve been keeping from me.âÂ
You chuckled. âYouâre not losing your bearings, are you?â You paused, trying to regain some composure.Â
Music was loud, people were cheering, Saeâs coach and teammates were celebrating and soon heâd have to go back down to lift the trophy and get his medal. And yet, at this very moment it was only you and him in your little bubble no one could burst. Time seemed to slow down. Emotions were powerful, heavy, overwhelming. You had to get it out your chest or you might just explode.Â
âI love you.â You finally admitted. After five years, the words stuck in your throat finally freed themselves. It felt so good to finally say it. âFuckâŚI love you so much Sae⌠I love you so much it hurts.â Tears were flowing, out of relief and happiness.Â
He stared at you, realisation daunting him. Your words hit his heart in a way he wouldâve never imagined. At that moment, he was at the top of the world.Â
âIdiotâŚâ He breathed out, smiling contently. âI love you tooâŚâ He hugged you tightly.
The rest of the day happened in a blur. Excitation everywhere, congratulations flowing, celebrations with whoever was passing by⌠What else could you wish for? You had your man, who was a freaking World Champion.
Things calmed down the next day. You woke up next to Sae in tangled sheets. He was still sound asleep. Poor guy was probably exhausted from everything. He probably needed vacations. You grabbed your phone to scroll on social media for a bit. After a while, you found an extract from an interview Sae gave the day before.Â
âWhat are you feeling now that you have reached the rarest trophy? What are you planning now?â
âI have won more than just a trophy, I won everything I could wish for. For now, I plan on spending time with someone I care deeply for. Weâll see about my career later. But I donât plan on stopping anytime soon.âÂ
You smiled to yourself. Sae shifted, half-asleep, throwing an arm over your waist and burying his face in the back of your neck, making you the little spoon.Â
âMorning World Champion.â You teased.Â
You felt a small amused breath reach your skin. âMorning.âÂ
âHow are you feeling?âÂ
âExhausted. My limbs are sore. I want to spend the day in bed with you.âÂ
You chuckled quietly. âThat can be arranged.â
You put down your phone and turned around to mold into his body for a hug. He wrapped his arms around you, securing you and making sure you couldnât leave his embrace.Â
âYou smell good.â He murmured, burying his nose in your hair.Â
âIâm not wearing any perfume though.âÂ
âI know, I like your perfume and the scent of your skin.âÂ
âHow does it smell?â You asked him.Â
âMmhâŚâ He paused, thinking, still very much half-asleep. âSweet and perfect. Just like you.âÂ
You chuckled quietly. âYou could be a great perfume seller.âÂ
âGot that from you.â He countered, satisfied. He needed nothing more right now, just you, his gold medal and a calm day without any training, any journalist or paparazzis. At that moment, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life holding you like that every morning.Â
the moment your lips met his, nagi sighs into your mouth.
he doesnât stay still for long. his hand glides up the back of your neck, long fingers tangling deep into your hair at the nape to hold you in place. he tilts his head, angling his mouth so the kiss fits deeper.
every time you try to part your lips to catch your breath, nagi follows instantly. he catches your mouth mid-inhale, stealing another kiss before you can draw air, then another. his lips move against yours with a slow, deliberate cadence, though the restless tilt of his head betrays an unmistakable impatience underneath.Â
he barely lets one press finish before starting the next, catching your lower lip between his own, holding it for one aching second before drawing you back in.
his other hand settles at your waist, fingers digging gently into your hip as he hauls you across the cushions until your chest is pressed flush against his. suddenly, he is everywhereâhis scent surrounding you, his warm breath fanning across your cheeks, his mouth seeking yours at uneven, eager angles whenever you try to shift.Â
a low hum vibrates in his chest when your hands slide up to cup his jaw, and he leans into your touch like he's trying to drink the energy straight from your lips.
when you finally manage to pull back, gasping for air, nagi follows blindly with his eyes still closed, pressing one last lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth before he finally lets you go.
the physical effect on him is immediate and total.
a deep, scarlet blooms across his pale cheekbones, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears. when his grey eyes finally open, they're heavy and thoroughly loopy, blinking sluggishly as if his brain had lagged several seconds behind his body. a dazed smile curls the corners of his swollen lips.
"whoa..." he murmurs, his voice slurred at the edges and completely undone.Â
he lets his head fall heavily forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder while his arms remain locked firmly around your waist. his chest heaves with shallow, uneven breaths that warm the skin of your neck.
"everything's... spinning," he mutters against your collarbone.
"it was just a kiss, seishiro." you chuckle, brushing your fingers through the messy locks at the back of his head.Â
nagi lifts his head slowly, looking up at you with hazy, thoroughly intoxicated eyes that immediately drop right back down to your mouth.
"mnnhâŚ" he groans, grip tightening at your waist as he pushes himself up, hovering barely a millimeter away. "i need more."
his lips brush yours in a soft, sleepy request, completely undone by you. "c'mere⌠i'm not done with you yet."
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You woke up slowly, the familiar weight of sleep still clinging to your limbs. Something warm and soft pressed against your chest, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. A gentle vibration hummed against your skin, accompanied by the rhythmic press of tiny paws kneading your shirt. You blinked against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, your eyes focusing on a pair of sharp, teal-colored eyes staring back at you with unmistakable irritation.
It was Sae. Or rather, a cat that looked exactly like what you imagined Sae would be if he were turned into oneâsleek reddish-brown fur with subtle darker streaks, lean and athletic build, and an expression that screamed âI'm Sae.â
âSae?â you whispered, voice thick with sleep and disbelief.
The cat let out a low, raspy âmrrpâ that somehow carried the same dismissive tone as his usual âtch.â He lifted his head, ears twitching, and stared at you as if waiting for you to fix this immediately.
On the nightstand sat the culprit: a small antique bell attached to a handwritten note that read, âOne day as your truest self. Enjoy the perspective.â You remembered Sae tossing it aside yesterday with his typical arrogance after it arrived in a mysterious fan package. Heâd muttered something about âidiotic superstitionsâ before pulling you into bed. Now, here he wasâyour genius midfielder boyfriend, reduced to an elegant but very annoyed feline.
You sat up carefully, cupping him in your hands. He was surprisingly light, his fur silky and warm under your fingers. âOkay⌠twenty-four hours. We can do this. Youâre still you, right?â
Sae flicked his tail in clear annoyance and leaped gracefully from your lap onto the floor. He glanced back once, as if expecting you to follow, and padded toward the kitchen with all the dignity of a king who had been temporarily inconvenienced.
The morning began with breakfast negotiations. You set down a small dish of tuna, thinking it was a safe bet. Sae approached it, sniffed once, and immediately batted the bowl away with one paw. The tuna slid across the tiles in a pathetic smear. He looked up at you, teal eyes narrowed in judgment.
âAlright, Mr. Picky,â you laughed, scooping the mess. âHuman food it is.â
You prepared a small portion of his usual high-protein breakfastâscrambled eggs mixed with finely minced grilled salmon we get it you're rich. The aroma filled the kitchen, and Saeâs ears perked up. He ate with delicate precision, sitting primly on the counter despite your attempts to move him to the floor. Every few bites, heâd pause and glance at you, as if daring you to comment.
âGood boy,â you cooed softly, unable to resist.
His ears flattened instantly. In retaliation, he stretched up and headbutted your half-full coffee mug, making it wobble precariously on the edge. You caught it just in time, but not before a few drops splashed onto the counter. Sae looked far too pleased with himself.
After breakfast came the inevitable morning routine struggles. You needed to brush your teeth; Sae insisted on supervising from the sinkâs edge, nearly knocking over your toothpaste. When you tried to take a quick shower, he sat outside the curtain meowing insistently until you cracked it open pervert. He then hopped onto the toilet lid, watching with intense focus as if evaluating your technique. It was equal parts hilarious and oddly endearing.
Dressed and ready, you decided fresh air might help. âWant to go to the park? Iâll bring you a miny ball.â
Saeâs tail swished with interest. You tucked him carefully into a soft carrier bagâmuch to his vocal protestâand headed out. The park was quiet in the early hours, sunlight dappling the grass. You found a secluded spot and set him down, pulling out a small soccer ball from your bag.
What followed was pure comedy gold.
You rolled the ball gently toward him. Sae crouched low, muscles coiled like the predator he clearly believed himself to be. He pounced with perfect timingâonly to misjudge the ballâs movement as a cat. His paws slipped, sending him tumbling in an undignified fluff of fur and limbs. He recovered in an instant, ears pinned back, and chased after it with ferocious determination.
He batted the ball with surprising power, sending it skittering across the grass. You jogged after it, laughing brightly. âNice shot! Though your form needs work, superstar.â
Sae shot you a withering glare that somehow translated perfectly through feline features. A small group of children playing nearby noticed the âcute kitty playing soccerâ and clapped enthusiastically every time Sae made contact. One little girl shouted, âGo, kitty! Youâre so fast!â
His tail puffed up in embarrassment aww. He tried one more dramatic leap to trap the ball mid-roll, missed again, and ended up sliding on his side. You dropped to your knees, clutching your stomach from laughing so hard. âI wish I could record this. The great Itoshi Sae, taken down by basic physics.â
Defeated but never one to quit, he abandoned the ball entirely and leaped straight into your lap. He circled once, then settled heavily against your chest, hiding his face in your hoodie as if the entire park incident could be erased by sheer willpower. His purring started low and reluctant but grew steady as you stroked his back.
âYouâre still the best in the world to me,â you whispered, kissing the top of his furry head. âEven when you face-plant.â
The afternoon back home brought a mix of domestic chaos and quiet sweetness. You tried to do some laundry, but Sae had other ideas. He turned the basket into his personal playground, diving into clean clothes and emerging with a sock stuck on his head like a ridiculous hat. You snapped a quick mental picture, giggling as he shook it off with dignity.
When you sat down to read on the couch, he immediately claimed your lap as his throne. Every time you shifted to turn a page, heâd meow in protest and reposition himself higher, eventually draping across your chest with his paws tucked under him. His purring vibrated through you, warm and comforting.
âYou know,â you said softly, running your fingers through his fur, âIâve always loved how focused you are. Even now, youâre giving this cat thing your all. Itâs kind of inspiring⌠and a little ridiculous.â
Sae bumped his head against your hand, demanding more pets. You obliged, tracing the stripe patterns in his fur that reminded you so much of his hair. The moment felt intimate in a new way. Without his sharp words and tall stature, the vulnerability peeked through. He was still Saeâguarded, intense, but choosing to be close to you.
The funny incidents kept coming. Attempting to jump to the top of the tall bookshelf like he often did to reach things, he miscalculated the distance. There was a comical scramble of claws on wood, followed by a soft thud as he landed face-first into your pile of folded hoodies. You found him buried up to his ears, looking deeply offended by the laws of physics. You gently extracted him, cuddling the flustered cat against your cheek.
âSorry, love. Cat you isn't quite as tall as human you.â
Later, you pulled out a laser pointer youâd bought on a whim months ago, never imagining this scenario. Saeâs eyes locked onto the red dot instantly. For the next twenty minutes, he transformed into a complete gremlinâskidding across hardwood floors, launching himself at walls, and knocking over a vase (which you caught just in time). His athleticism shone through even in this form; he made impossible mid-air twists and precise pounces. When the dot finally âescapedâ under the couch, he flopped down exhausted but satisfied, panting lightly with his tongue peeking out.
You dissolved into giggles, lying on the floor beside him. âIf only your teammates could see you now.â
His response was to crawl onto your stomach and flop there, claiming you as a bed.
When your phone rang with Rinâs name on the screen, Saeâs ears perked up. Before you could answer, he sat squarely on the device, growling low in his throat. The call went to voicemail. You laughed and texted Rin instead: Saeâs a bit⌠occupied today. Call back tomorrow?
Evening brought a softer pace. You prepared dinner, chopping vegetables while Sae supervised from the counter. He tried to steal a piece of chicken, earning a gentle tap on the nose. âNo people food beyond your portion, mister.â He settled for watching you with half-lidded eyes, occasionally rubbing against your arm.
After eating (his portion meticulously minced again), you moved to the balcony. The sun was setting, painting the sky in oranges and pinks. You held him close, his warmth seeping into you as city lights began to twinkle below.
âEven like this, I feel safe with you,â you confessed quietly. âYou always act so independent, like you donât need anyone. But these past months dating you⌠Iâve seen the real Sae. The one who stays up late analyzing matches but remembers exactly how I like my coffee. The one who pretends not to care but shows up for me anyway.â
Saeâs purring grew deeper. He climbed higher, tucking his face into the curve of your neck, tail wrapping securely around your arm. It was the closest thing to an embrace he could manage. You felt his tiny heartbeat against yours, steady and trusting.
âI love you,â you whispered into his fur. âAll of you. The arrogant genius, the quiet moments, even the cat version who knocks everything over.â
He trilled softlyâa vulnerable, affectionate sound youâd never heard from human Sae. The two of you stayed there long after the stars appeared, wrapped in comfortable silence broken only by his purring.
As night deepened, you moved to bed. Sae curled tightly against your side, refusing to let even an inch of space between you. You talked to him about everything and nothingâfunny memories from your dates, worries about the future, how proud you were of his passion for soccer. He listened, responding with headbutts, licks on your fingers, and steady purrs.
Around 2 a.m., a faint golden glow woke you. Saeâs small form shimmered and stretched. Fur receded, limbs lengthened, until suddenly your very human, very warm boyfriend was lying half on top of you, breathing deeply.
âNever again,â he rasped, voice hoarse from disuse.
You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around him and pulling the blanket higher. âWelcome back, Sae.â
He buried his face in your neck immediately, the same spot heâd favored as a cat, and held you with surprising strength. His bare skin was warm, familiar. âYou talked too much today.â
âDid you mind?â you asked, threading fingers through his messy hair.
A long pause. Then, barely audible against your skin âNo. I liked hearing it. All of it.â
Your heart swelled. You kissed the top of his head. âI liked taking care of you. Even when you were a total menace who destroyed the living room.â
A quiet huffâalmost a laughâescaped him. His arms tightened around your waist. âStay like this.â
You smiled in the darkness âAlways. Cat or not, Iâm yours.â
Just before sleep pulled him under, you swear felt the faintest rumble in his chestâa sleepy, contented purr that lingered from his time as a cat. You held him closer, heart full, already cherishing every ridiculous, sweet, and heartfelt moment of the strangest twenty-four hours youâd ever shared.
In the quiet of the night, with Sae safely human and wrapped around you, you realized something beautiful: no matter the form, your love for each other remained unchangedâfierce, steady, and wonderfully imperfect.
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t/w:Nothing I think, married in Noa, Snuffy and Chris part.
Charles Chevalier.
He's a walking whirlwind.
A lot of people see him as one of those annoying kids who only plays Roblox. Personally, I see him as the typical soccer-obsessed kid who won't stop pestering you.
He bit you once, and you had the mark for a long time.
That said, within a relationship, he is a bit calmer (a bit calmer = 0.000000001% calmer).
But he loves giving you little giftsâwhether itâs a flower he picked in a park, a piece of candy, a stuffed animal you liked, or anything that reminds him of you.
Once, hey gave you a letter titled 'my favorite animal'
He asks you to go to all his games, wearing his jersey without fail. If you don't, even if you're sick, he'll act as dramatically as possible.
Deep down, he is someone whoâeven if he doesn't quite know how to offer comfortâwill always listen whenever you need it; don't think twice about itâwhen you need someone to cry with, laugh with, or vent to, Charles will always be there for you.
He LOVES talking about you.
especially with Loki (Poor Loki).
"Do you know I have the coolest girlfriend in the world?"
"Charles, you've said that five times in the last hour."
You and Loki are in cahoots: if Charles doesn't train, you won't go see him train or play in the match.
Heâs also very clingyânot like Hugo, but he canât go more than a day without being near you.
One time, he hit you with the ball so hard that he almost broke your nose.
And he loves playing games with youâI feel like especially Mario Kart.
Julian Loki.
Kylian the dictator.
Okay, seriously now.
Heâd make a good boyfriendâlike a 9.5/10.
The remaining 0.5 is when he makes fun of you.
He is quite observant and quickly notices when something is wrong with you.
When you are sad, he will listen to you and stay with you for as long as you need, whispering words of comfort, stroking your hair, and giving you little kisses.
Your parents love him more than they love you.
I see him as the kind of boyfriend who is laid-back but also loves joking around with you.
He is affectionate with youânot clingyâbut he will always hold your hand while you're out and about.
He often gives you little things that remind him of you, along with a small bouquet of your favorite flowers.
He doesn't talk about you as much as Charles does, but when he does speak about you with someone, he describes you as a great and incredible person.
He loves talking to you on the phone when heâs awayâwhether itâs because of games or because you haven't been able to see each other due to your studies.
When it comes to your studies,he really help with homework or exams; even if you struggle to grasp a concept, theyâll take the time to explain it to you in different ways.
He also likes cuddling with you.Deep down, he loves the moments of peace with you.
He doesn't tell you directly to go to his game; instead, he gives you his jersey and just says, "See you later."
Or maybe that's direct? idk
In his free time, he would teach you how to play soccer. He laughs at you if you mess something up, but then he corrects you.
Vivian Hugo
I love this man.
He is VERY clingy. You know how slime used to get stuck in your hair? Well, thatâs what heâs like.
What a shitty comparison.
Heâd be the kind of boyfriend who doesnât care if youâre in public; heâd hug you as if his life depended on it. He couldn't be away from you for more than a day.
He also loves giving you little kisses.
I feel like when he confessed his feelings, he gave you a speech about why you were his destinyâand why he had to make his destiny happy, no matter what happened. It was truly a beautiful moment.
Youâve caught him reading his blank book too many times with an overly serious look on his face.
Hugo doesn't usually give many gifts; instead, he is more about remembering all sorts of little details and performing acts of service.
He would even eat avocado for you.
I have this headcanon that Hugo would love to cook with you, even though 99% of the time he just hugs you while you do all the work.
Speaking of clingy Hugo, He would simply curl up on top of you (ignoring the fact that heâs much heavier than you) and stay there. For hours.
I don't know if Hugo would be "performative," because I don't know what the fuck that means.
When you sleep, he watches you. Not in a suggestive way. He simply lies in bed, looks at you, and thanks fate for bringing the two of you together.
He loves watching series with you, but is the type of person who comments on absolutely everything.
"Why is that girl crying?"
"I don't know, Viv; we're only a minute into the first episode."
Noel Noa
Well, not only are you the girlfriend of the best striker in the world, but now you're his wife.
This man doesn't show much emotion, even if a gun is pointed at his head.
But he is affectionate, in his own way.
He would buy you your favorite sweets and, if you didn't have a match or practice, he would go wherever you wanted.
He doesn't like public displays of affection; he prefers to show he loves you in private (he doesn't see the point of hugging you in public when everyone already knows you're married).
But if you want to show affection in public, he will do it.
Take note of even the slightest change you makeâwhether itâs something new with your hair, nails, or makeup, or even a shift in your mood.
And he'll pay you a compliment in his own way.
HE ALWAYS SEND THOSE GOOD MORNING IMAGES.
It would be one about wolves or one of those ones with the yellow bird (my grandmother used to send me those).
Sometimes he tries to crack jokes just to see you laughâand you do laugh, but only because the jokes are so bad.
"Mon amour, what did the ocean say to the beach? Nothing, it just waved."
You burst out laughing, and he simply stood thereâmotionless, serious, and incredibly proud.
He would treat you like a princess, whether you like it or not.
Sorry not sorry.
Chris Prince
Aka one of the prettiest boys in bllk. We need more content from this man.
HE'S YOUR FAN NUMBER ONE.
You shaved your eyebrow?
"BABY YOU LOOK SO MUCH BETTER NOW!"
Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration or maybe not.
But Iâm serious: this man will congratulate you on every change you make, as long as it makes you happy and doesn't affect your health.
He's the perfect husband.
He loves taking you on dates to a parkâespecially at times when thereâs usually no one else aroundâso you can relax and enjoy yourselves without a care in the world.
I feel like his favorite places to kiss you are your hand and your foreheadâidk, it just feels more like Chris.
If you run your fingers through his hair, he is completely yours.
Iâd even let you style it however you wantâeven with weird clips and all (but never cut it or dye it with that cheap stuff that only lasts a couple of hours, or else heâll get mad at you for a few hours).
I feel like Chris has Golden Retriever energy.
And my experience with Golden Retrievers is that they are very affectionate and have WAY too much energy.
So, I feel like heâd be SUPER affectionate at any time of dayâthere are mornings where he accidentally falls back asleep just because he wanted to cuddle with you a little longer (thank goodness he didn't have practice)âand heâd do anything with you, whether itâs going for a walk, cooking, binge-watching a series, working out... ANYTHING.
When he has the day off, he'll bring you breakfast in bed.
Ugh, I love him.
He'll give you a bouquet of flowers, with a fake one and he'll say that his love for you will die the day that all the flowers of the bouquet die.
Marc Snuffy
I love this man, seriously; I see him as a damn father figure. I need headcanons of him as a single dad to a teenage girl, ugh.
Now, as a husband, he would be wonderful.
He'd be laid-back in a relationship, but he'd always try to keep up with you if you wanted to do something.
Itâs like... imagine youâre just relaxing on the sofa, and suddenly you tell him you want to go out and doâI donât knowârun a marathon; he would simply support you every step of the way, and there are even days when heâd join you.
Although he is also someone who, before you do something, tells you to think it over and be careful. He is simply afraid of losing you.
He would adapt to any type of partner, whether you are more laid-back or someone more active.
I also think they wouldn't fight much; he isn't the type of person who stubbornly sticks to their point even when they're wrongâinstead, he would reflect on it and apologize to you.
And if you are the one who is mistaken, he would try to get you to see reason peacefully; if that doesn't work, he would try to find a middle ground between your ideas and his.
I think he would love to cook for you; it doesn't matter if you can do it yourselfâlet him cook for you.
I think dates with him would be planned rather than spontaneous. Perhaps going to a restaurant or visiting a place you had talked about or seen online.
The two of you would have a cat that would be like your child.
It would be an orange cat or a white one, although if I had to choose, it would be orange.
His displays of affection would be hugs and holding your hand; he doesn't care whether it's in public or private, and he doesn't care what people say.
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pro player! sae itoshi x f! reader. inspired by mbappe so ooc lol.
sae itoshi despises social media with every fiber of his being. itâs too lukewarm for him. all his accounts are managed by some pr team that solely posts professionally shot photos of him and he only opens instagram for the following reasons:
to repost reels of his match highlights that re alâs social media team tags him in,
to reluctantly comment on shidouâs posts after receiving an absurd amount of threatening texts from him,
and to like your posts and stories within seconds of you uploading them.
the latter being the main reason he bothers to check the app.
youâve been together since you were both awkward teenagers but sae is still adamant about keeping your relationship private. not because heâs ashamed â far from it â but because his fanbase is, for lack of a better word, unhinged.
they know heâs been in a relationship for years; heâs never denied it in interviews. what they donât know is who heâs dating. and with how private the midfielder is, most fans had long since accepted that theyâd never find out. but as fate would have it, they get their answer a few hours after re al wins the uefa champions league.
saeâs just gotten out of the shower, a towel slung low on his hips as he rummages through his bag for a fresh set of clothes.
âtook you long enoughâ you sigh, youâve been waiting for him on the king-sized bed â wearing nothing but his spare re al kit â for what feels like forever.
sae glances up, his usual detached expression softening for just a fraction of a second as his teal eyes sweep over you. he pads toward the bed, the carpet muffling his steps until heâs right in front of you, leaning over. his fingers brush against your collarbone as he traces the collar of the jersey.
âyouâre wearing my kit again ?â he shakes his head fondly before saying, âitâs not even your sizeâ he emphasizes his point by tugging gently at the sleeve hanging well past your elbow.
âit still looks better on me.â you grin as you look up at him.
âi think it looks better off you.â his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips and then heâs kissing you. veiny hand moving from the jersey to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place as he pours everything he felt during the match into your parted lips.
he barely pulls away, just enough to grab his phone from the nightstand without breaking the kiss completely. the screen illuminates his sharp features, casting a pale blue glow on his cheekbones as he opens the camera. he needs to commit this to memory, to capture this exact moment before heâs too lost in you to think straight.
there are few things sae itoshi loves more than taking pictures of you. he has thousands of them on his phone; candid shots of you sleeping, photos of you in his clothes, in your own, in nothing at all. on rare occasions heâll post a picture or two on his close friends story. his way of showing you off without exposing you to his fans.
he doesnât need to ask you to pose. youâre already turning onto your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows, and looking back at him over your shoulder. you reach back with one hand and point directly at the number ten between your shoulder blades. the soft click echoes in the hotel room as he captures the image. itâs perfect. youâre perfect. heâd be an idiot not to post it.
heâs quick, thumbs flying across the screen as he types out the caption, âthe re al trophyâ. he hits what he thinks is the right button to share this moment with his small, curated list: rin, his teammates, and shidou â who will undoubtedly send a tirade of messages saying he should be the one celebrating with sae instead of you. he tosses the phone onto the bed beside you, his attention immediately returning to more pressing matters. i.e. taking his jersey off you
heâs leaning in to press a kiss to your shoulder when his phone vibrates. once. twice. then far too incessant for a close friends story. he breaks away with a frustrated groan, snatching his phone up. to his surprise and dismay, itâs not just shidou being shidou for once. but a tsunami of notifications from his official account.
his eyes widen as he opens instagram and sees it: the picture of you, in his kit, pointing at his number. posted to his public story, not close friends. thirty seconds ago. he scrambles to delete it even though he knows itâs already too late.
âshitâ his thumb hovers uselessly over the screen as the notifications continue to pour in, each one a fresh wave of public exposure. the internet moves fast when it comes to sae itoshi.
you raise a brow, turning to look at him, âwhatâs wrong ?â
he doesnât answer right away. his gaze is fixed on the ceiling, but you can tell heâs not actually looking at the ornate plaster. his jaw is tight, muscle ticking beneath his skin, and his eyes are clamped shut.
years of privacy, of sidestepping paparazzi and shutting down invasive questions, of keeping the person he loves safely beyond the reach of public scrutiny â all undone in less than thirty seconds.
he drops the phone onto the bed as if itâs burned him, running a hand through his damp maroon hair, âi posted itâ he mutters dejectedly. and when you remain unfazed he adds, âpublicly.â
you blink, processing his words. the indifferent look on your face, completely at odds with the panic etched onto his. âoh.â you say, your voice surprisingly calm. âwell, thatâs one way to do it.â
sae stares at you like youâve just grown a second head. âthatâs all you have to say ?â his voice is strained, âyouâre not upset ?â
âwhy would i be ?â he lets out a sigh of relief, picking up his phone again. his pr managerâs name is flashing on the screen, but he ignores it. he clicks on the story a fan accountâs tagged him in. theyâve already zoomed in on your face, trying to match you with old, blurry pictures from the stands. it wonât take them long to find your account. you reach out to still his frantic scrolling by placing a hand on his wrist. âare you upset, sae ?â
âobviouslyâ he stops scrolling, his thumb frozen on the screen, but he canât bring himself to look at you, âiâm very upset with myself.â
âwhy ?â you press gently, your thumb stroking the inside of his wrist.
âbecause i was carelessâ he admits, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. âand i wouldâve preferred to do this properly.â
you shift, moving to kneel in front of him, your hands resting on his tense shoulders. you start to knead the tight muscles, feeling him gradually relax under your touch. âdefine âproperlyââ
he doesnât answer right away. he leans into your touch, his head bowing slightly as you work out a particularly stubborn knot between his shoulder blades. âi donât know . . . i just wanted it to be on our terms. when we were ready. not because i fumbled with my phone like an idiot.â
sae itoshi, who can slot a penalty past the worldâs best keeper without so much as trembling, is freaking out over an accidental hard launch. you canât help but laugh. it makes his shoulders, which were slowly relaxing under your touch, stiffen all over again.
âdonât laugh at me. itâs not funny,â he mutters, though thereâs no real heat behind his words. ânot in the slightest.â
âyouâre right, itâs not funny, itâs adorableâ you lean in and press a kiss that makes his frustration fade away to his lips.
deep down, beneath his initial panic, saeâs glad. heâs glad because he knows that once the world gets over the excitement of finally knowing who you are, he can finally show you off the way heâs always wanted to. he can finally hold your hand walking down the street, kiss you in the stands after a goal, and take you to those fancy award dinners heâs always avoided. the thought of it all makes his heart race. some mistakes are worth making.
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