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❎ "my current mental state can cause me to be anxious, irrational, and overly reactive at times"
✅ "some sort of evil shadow self lurks within me that can only be defeated via battle of the mind combat"
i've actually been so evil recently I think the shadow monster is taking over
bllk boys pining after someone they rejected!
cw: toxic behaviour because yeaahh :)
𖥔 ݁ ˖ Big fan of the idea of them being obsessed after they reject you and suddenly their world is in shambles when you actually lose feelings.
You probably worked so hard, put so much time and effort into memorising your little speech: they mean so much to you and though you may not be perfect, you want to make them happy as can be! But instead of acceptance, your painstakingly crafted confession is torn down without a second glance.
Perhaps it was an accident and they were in a bad mood that day; perhaps you simply hadn’t caught their interest at that point; perhaps they genuinely got a kick out of seeing you follow them around like a desperate puppy.
Whatever the case, when you start pulling away, they immediately go on hyper alert wondering what they could do to win back your affection.
ISAGI goes into full-blown panic mode. How could he have fumbled that badly?! God, he’s so stupid!! Please, please, please say you’ll forgive him! He totally beats himself up over it, training to the absolute max (in the hopes you’ll notice and maybe tell him to take a break like you used to!), making sure he’s entirely at your service: bringing you water and snacks, always being the sweetest around you, refraining from cursing out anybody who dares look at you… He’s trying super hard, so won’t you come back to him? He just doesn’t know what to do without you. To his credit, Isagi is one of the more sane players to have this happen to. He knows if he pushes too hard you’ll just go further away so he’s extremely well behaved, at least until you let your guard down around him. He promises he’ll make it worth your while.
RIN is quite temperamental, he can admit that, so it really isn’t your fault that he in no uncertain terms told you to go away since you’re distracting him from his sports obligations (cause you just won’t leave his mind when he’s trying to concentrate. You evil darling!) Feeling crushed and on the cusp of tears, you leave, and Rin genuinely feels a guilt so intense it makes him feel sick to his stomach. He’s no better than that shitty Nii-chan of his, how could he do something like that to you? He has to make it up to you so then you’ll be happy, and in love with him, and won’t ever leave his side! It doesn’t show outwardly, but you’ll notice how people really start avoiding you whenever he’s around. His plan to earn your forgiveness is to merely get rid of all the lukewarm NPCs invading your life, ensuring he’s the only one you can talk to. You can’t get rid of him if no one else is around, right? Incredibly clingy, to the point of annoyance…
For HUGO, things are predestined from the start and nothing can change that. Whilst you weren’t hated by him, the famous ‘spark’ people say they experience when finding their fated partner was missing. Hugo is not one to refute the universe’s intentions, so he takes this as a sign he won’t ever find himself in love with you thus your efforts are a pointless endeavour. He isn’t outright awful to you, but neither is he reciprocating. Nevertheless, when you lose interest, his life suddenly feels more… empty. Why aren’t you there smiling at him like always? It feels like you’re going against your destiny to be with him- ah. So that’s what was bothering him. That’s alright then. He’ll just have to convince you that nobody else is right for you, that he’s your soulmate through and through. This means going on extensive monologues and spending all of his time with you, always touching you… Now, now. Don’t whine at him about personal space. He’s just making sure you’re following the right path, where it’s only him that lies at the end.
The title of worst when it comes to this might just have to go to KAISER. I can imagine him actually enjoying your tearful expression as he mocks and berates you for the umpteenth time this week, much to his own disgust. He’s some subhuman piece of shit, treating you like this… but he doesn’t hate it enough to stop apparently. However, this also makes him the most devastated when you pull away—just where do you think you’re going? You don’t love him anymore? Of course you don’t. Nobody does. He was lucky you put up with him for so long. Kaiser’s stuck in a void of rage and isolation for some time before finally coming to his senses. He’s got to prove that he’s worthy of your attention again. But it’s pretty off-putting when he suddenly goes from self absorbed and conceited to some suave, hopeless romantic. You’ll be completely at your wits end trying to figure out if he’s making fun of you again when he brings you gifts or calls you sickeningly sweet nicknames. However, Kaiser is still Kaiser at the end of the day, he’ll totally flip the switch if he catches you with someone else. Whatever he needs to do to get you to drop this nuisance, he’ll do it. Just… don’t leave him. His heart wouldn’t be able to handle it.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 - 𝒔𝒂𝒆 𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
▶︎ 𝗌𝖺𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌?
▶︎ 𝗀𝗇!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝖾. 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅, 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑.
▶︎ 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗂 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖾 - 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗌
the club is exactly how you imagined it to be: flashing red lights, booming edm music and a crowd of elbows in the stomach and half sweaty, half perfume-drenched screaming people.
as you shimmy your way through the crowd, searching for the table your friends are at, you catch the eyes of a few men checking you out. you regret choosing the low cut black dress you are now wearing, before remembering that hey, sae is missing out on that. hah. serves him right.
you try to convince yourself that you don't miss sae. that it doesn't affect you. he's been ghosting you for two weeks, so what? it's not like you have feelings for him. you were simply friends with benefits. nothing more. it changes nothing to your life that he moved on and forgot about you. ...right?
as the night goes on and the alcohol slowly makes its way through your system, the club kind of does get enjoyable. the music is still pounding in your ears, but now there is a slight buzz humming through your body, making you feel quite... floaty.
you let yourself drift away from reality, your body moving itself in this human swarm, swaying to the loud beat playing from the huge speakers. you barely register the hands of someone grabbing your waist, before this someone says somethings in your ear.
"what's a pretty thing like you doing all by yourself?" he yells over the music. it's a man in his late twenties, dark hair slicked back and wearing a neon orange suit. he offers you a smirk as his fingers trail down your waist to your hips, and you can't help but compare his touch to sae's.
"i'm not interested", you find yourself saying automatically, your lips moving before your brain even got a chance to think. like they know who you heart already belongs to.
"come on", the man insists, making you hesitate. "i'll show you a good time".
"...will you pay for my beer?"
you're laughing.
you don't know why, nor since when, but here you are, sat at a beer-covered table, laughing out loud like never before.
the man who paid the five or so beers that you chugged throughout the night is still by your side, arm firmly wrapped around your shoulders. you can feel his warm breath in the shell of your ear. it's not enjoyable, it's not comfortable, it's not nice and seductive like sae—
wait, why are you thinking about him again? it's almost as if you could still hear his voice, scolding you, saying...
"what the fuck, name?"
you blink hard, once, then twice. oh, funny. you miss him so much that your mind made up some hallucination of him, right here, standing before you and staring you down in the club.
you can't help but laugh again. god, your head is heavy. but it feels so good...
"you're coming with me", the fake sae states firmly and grabs your wrist. you didn't know an illusion could feel so realistic.
"hey man, what do you think you're doing?" the beer-buyer protests, grabbing your shoulder to prevent you from standing up. wait, can he also see him? then, that means...
"sae...?" you mumble, your tongue heavy on the name. beside you, the man, whose name you don't even remember, tense up. he and sae exchange a few words, but you can't even focus enough to actually listen. so you just let out a light-headed chuckle.
sae pulls you to your feet, or at least you think so: the world is kind of swimming around you right now. but there is a thing you are sure of feeling, and it's sae's warm palm on the small of your back.
"are you out of your mind?" his deep, smooth voice asks near your ear, and this time it's enjoyable, it's nice, it's seductive, and it's sae's. "how much did he make you drink?"
you lift your eyes to meet his, and despite your blurry sight, his teal gaze is still so beautiful you feel like you could die on the spot. your chest feels weird and heavy and all you can do is laugh.
sae stares at you in disbelief as loud giggles escape your lips, your hands gripping his arms to keep you upright. you feel so happy. sae is here, and he's so handsome, and he smells so good, and oh, how you missed him... how you missed him every day, thinking about him, wishing he was here with you...
"...why are you crying?"
you kiss him.
the bathroom tiles are cold against your back, but you're too focused on the warmth of sae's hands on your skin to care.
the booming music can still be heard, along with bits of the raging crowd whenever the bathroom door opens and closes again. it's a loud, numbing hum which makes your bones buzz and your heart beat along the song.
sae's lips melt against yours, his breath already becoming ragged even though you've only been kissing for a few minutes. you kiss him back like your life depends on it, his hair pulled by your ruthless fingers and your mouth chasing his desperately.
"name", sae whispers against your lips as he opens his eyes to look at you, breaking the kiss. you wrap your arms around his neck to prevent him from pulling away. you can't let him go. you just got him back.
"what? just kiss me".
"not unless you tell me why you started crying", he replies. his teal eyes scan your face, thumbs gently rubbing under your eyes. "did he hurt you?"
"no. and i'm not crying anymore".
"you were though".
"it was the alcohol".
sae's sigh as you kiss him again makes you weak in the knees. his thumb angles your jaw just the right way for him to tangle his tongue with yours, the taste of him mingling with yours in a delicious dance.
"was it?" he asks as he catches his breath, eyes still closed. you let your forehead rest against his, basking in his presence that you missed so much.
"i'm a sad drunk".
his fingers linger on your jaw, before trailing to your neck, and finally pulling away. you immediately miss his touch, your hand shooting up to catch his wrist and hold him back. "don't leave".
"why not?"
you swallow with difficulty, your throat tight and hurting. to him, you are merely a friend, and you know it. all he ever wanted from you was physical pleasure. so why did you get your hopes up? after all, why would a soccer star like him want you, the average young adult still figuring life out? it was doomed from the start.
"see?" sae breathes out, the back of his hand tenderly brushing your cheek. "you're crying again".
"i'm not", you sob, attempting to cover your face out of shame. you can feel fat tears and snot ruining both your makeup and your reputation. but he prevents you from doing so, carefully prying your hands away from your face.
"stop it, i'm an ugly crier".
"that's not true". his cold, light eyes travel to yours, before he leans down, pressing his mouth against the corner of your mouth. from there, his lips trail all the way to your eyes, kissing away the salty tears running down your cheeks. your breath catches.
"sae..." you whisper, breathless, voice and fingers equally shaking now. you're still hot and tipsy, but the sheer emotion of the moment strikes you head on, making it impossible to hold back your crying. you suddenly feel very sober, and weird, and absolutely freaking miserable. "stop it, sae".
sae pulls back to meet your gaze, some strands of his gelled hair falling back down on his forehead. you can't read his face. but honestly, when could you ever?
"i'm worried about you", his low voice answers, making you huff dryly.
"since when?" you snap back. "isn't the only thing you worry about getting laid?"
sae flinches, eyebrows furrowing. he's still close to you, your back still pressed against the bathroom wall, but you don't want to think about how much you just want to make out with him right here and now. you're done. you won't be this toy he thinks he can throw away anymore.
"where is this coming from?" he asks, jaw tight.
"for fuck's sake, sae! you've been ghosting me for two entire weeks, and then you kiss me in some shitty club thinking i owe it to you?" you cry out, new tears spilling from your eyes. "well, i'm not this... goddamn slut you can fuck whenever you want".
his eyes widen, and he takes a step back. "look, name..."
"i love you", you blurt out. you can't see his reaction, your sight way too blurry from your tears. "just... love me back, or don't". your head hangs low, hands wiping your tears as you keep on sobbing, waiting for a reply. but he stays silent.
then, you can feel a tentative hand brush your arm. "name, look at me". sae waits for a moment, but you don't. "please?"
you blink away some fresh tears and look up at him, chest constricting at the sight. his emotionless gaze has been replaced by a soft one, two tender eyes now staring at you with... concern? you really don't know how to read his expression, and the alcohol in your system isn't making things easier.
"...what?" you ask, voice husky as you almost choke on a sob.
sae stays silent for a few seconds, before extending his hand to you, palm up. "trust me?"
you are tempted to just walk away, but decide to give him one more chance and take his hand. he offers you a small smile that doesn't reach his eyes, before leaving a peck to your knuckles and leading you out of the bathroom, his grip firm on your hand.
you dive back into the crazy human swarm, doing your best to follow sae. you can see his back weaving through the crowd elegantly, his arm trailing behind him not to let you go. your ears are ringing from the deafening music, and your legs are weak, the uncomfortable buzz still running underneath your eyelids and behind your ears.
sae drops by a table occupied with a few of his soccer teammates that you recognize. he doesn't let them a chance to call you or him out, simply swinging his bag over his shoulder before leaving. without ever letting go of your hand.
you feel so much in a haze that you barely remember picking up your own things, but a few minutes after, you and sae are out of the club.
the fresh air is welcomed into your lungs and across your face. the streets are quiet, the yellow street lighting replacing the blinding red spotlights of the club. you close your eyes a moment. when they open again, sae's hand is hovering close to your body, not touching you, but making sure he can catch you if you lose balance. then he hands you a bottle of water he just took from his gym bag.
"drink first", sae mutters. "then we'll talk, yeah?"
sae's lips are so much more delicious when they belong to you.
"i love you, name" sae whispers against your skin, nose brushing against your jaw as he leaves a trail of wet kisses down the column of your throat. "i love you so much".
you hum, fingers gripping his shoulders tight as you pull him closer to you. "was that so hard?"
sae glances back up at you, his hands stilling on your sides. "i said i was sorry", he huffs. "i'm sorry for being such an asshole and ghosting you, name. really".
"yeah?"
"yeah".
your fingers gently play with his hair, messing it up completely and putting his bangs back down. he hasn't moved, still scanning your face intently as he hovers over you, the mattress of his bed digging under his knees. "i missed you so much", he goes on. "it's just that... it's been a lot lately, with practice and everything".
"why didn't you talk to me?"
"i don't want to burden you, name. but i promise i'll do better, alright? i'll talk to you".
"really?"
"really".
sae's lips resume their exploration of your neck, whispering sweet nothings here and there. you relax against the comfortable pillows. you like that he brought you to his place. that means you don't have to worry about him leaving without a word when you're sleeping.
when he travels back up to your greedy mouth, his teeth sink into your lower lip, drawing a drop of blood. "ouch, that hurt!" his eyes are half-lidded as he looks at you, his tongue cleaning the blood dripping from his own lip.
"...what was that for?"
"the taste", he hums before diving back down.
"i missed you", you whisper in the kiss. "i missed you so much, sae, you have no idea. i'm just so scared that you'll let me down again".
sae swallows your words with ease, his teeth grazing your upper lip as his fingers tangle in your hair, not painfully so, but rather soothingly. "just stick around and you'll find out".
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 𝗂 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀-𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗅𝗄 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗒, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? (𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗆𝖾𝗁)
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀!
⤿ 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍!
i know enough ˖ ࣪⊹
live your destiny, then life will shine
𐔌 . vivien hugo x photographer!reader .ᐟ 𖦹
୭₊˚ warnings: argument, hugo is kinda manipulative, reader enjoys photography but is tired of it because of judgement, hugo and readers belief clashing, angst a little with comfort, after the divider its mostly just crack!!!
୭₊˚ a/n: guys this was for a request but i didnt pull it off like at all, its kinda different from what the anon requested so im sorry !! it was super hard for me to think of a scenario bc im honestly also a firm believer of hugos philosophy ...
©j2yin 2026 - dont copy, steal, or repost ! thank you
op says we can repost
୭˚. ᵎᵎ “ 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ”
꒰ summary ꒱: compilation of you “hating” them
꒰ pairings ꒱: alexis, eita, tabito, michael, vivian, bunny x gn! reader
⭑ TAGS/WARNINGS: x reader (romantic), smau, crack, swear words, sex/suicide jokes, relationship up to interpretation, cringe, reader is a little harsh, ooc
⭑ WORD COUNT: x
notes at the end
!! PLEASE DON’T COPY OR FEED MY WORK TO AI !!
་⁺₊♡ txts w/ vivien hugo !
im actually crine this is so him
Are we all sure that Hugo is not autistic? I've never seen someone more neurodivergent in my life.
In a way, same concept applies to Rin
hugo is autistic in my heart and soul idc
○ Break-up sex with Itoshi Sae
an: a bit toxic
It’s so difficult to say goodbye to someone. Even harder when you’ve known them for so long, parts of you so thoroughly intertwined you don’t know where they end and you begin. That’s how you are with Itoshi Sae. Or at least, were. It’s not like that anymore, hasn’t been for a long time. He used to complete you wholly, make you realise he was the missing part you needed so badly, only for him to break away, puncturing your heart in the process.
And now you’re bleeding. But it’s not like you can put all the blame on him. Time just wasn’t in your favour. Maybe you could’ve been, but you know pondering on all the ‘what if’s’ will lead you to madness. If you guys were in the same country, maybe if you were able to see each other more. Maybe then it would’ve all worked out. But being a footballer was depressing. Being an outsider in a foreign country was debilitating. Sae didn’t have it easy. He never did, and he hates that you think so.
In your perfect world, Sae thinks he’d pick up the phone whenever you called, he’d never be preoccupied with football and he’d always make time for you. And if he lost football, it was going to be alright because he had you. But as much as he hates to admit it, you’re not enough. You alone couldn’t satiate the football shaped hole in his heart. You couldn’t mend the emptiness he’d feel. Not even if you gave all the love you had. And he didn’t want you to.
He loves you, so much it kills him to do this. But he won’t let you do it. Keep giving more and more of yourself just to make this relationship work. You were leading your own life, you had your own aspirations. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he let you halt all of it, just for him. He wasn’t worth it, he doesn’t deserve you and he won’t clip your wings trying to make you stay.
“We need to break up.” The words fall off his lips heavy, ricocheting straight into your heart. You knew it was coming, yet you still couldn’t stop yourself from wincing from the pain, like he’d just struck you. “Please don’t cry” he’s not heartless, he’s not an asshole, he’s just exhausted. But the last thing he wants to do is see you cry. You look up at him, boring holes into his teal orbs, and you can tell it’s hurting him too, and all it does is deliver another blow to you. “We know this isn’t working, that this isn’t something we can keep doing. We just keep hurting each other.”
It’s his attempt to rationalise his decision, especially when every single fibre of being is telling him to take it back. Wrong, wrong, wrong! . He thinks this is the first time he’s thought clearly, without the haziness for a long time. “But we can try to be better. Don’t you think this is something worth fighting for.” You sound pathetic, choking through your tears but you can’t help it. This is the man you’ve been in love with for so long.
“I’m so tired.” He sighs. Like he’s accepted defeat. Sae feels like he’s said the one thing he didn’t want you to hear, because he knows how it appears. “So you’re tired of me”. He knew this is what you’d respond with. How you’d misconstrue his words and act intentionally obtuse. Because you know that’s not what he meant. He’s not tired of you. He’s tired of always missing you. Having to sit with these ‘almost’ moments where you could have found each other. It was always an excuse. Extra practise on his part, school on your part. “I never said that”. There’s no point in defending himself, but he doesn’t want you to feel this way. So he tries. Again.
“I feel like… like we’re always trying to be together than actually being together. Its exhausting. We live completely different lives, and I don’t want you to give up what you have just for me. Im not worth it.” Sae hopes it’s enough, something to make you see he’s right. it’s all just the wrong time. “I love you, I want you to know that. But this isn’t feasible anymore. We’re just going to keep eating away at each other until we’re hollow shells. It’s not healthy. Can’t you see that?” A sardonic laugh leaves your lips at his words. You know you’re being unfair, but you’re too annoyed to stop and think.
“Until we’re hollow shells? That’s all you’ve been towards me for the past four months. It’s always me, giving and giving and giving. All you fucking do is take from me. if you didn’t want this, you should have said it before this. Not when we’re so invested. You’re a selfish asshole. All you want to do is take from me.” You’re so angry you can barely see sight, huffing and puffing as you catch your breath.
“I didn’t ask for any of it!” He yells at you for what might be the first time since he’s known you. Even in arguments, where he’s seething with rage, he’s always opted for silence. But he can’t. Not today. “You blame me for taking what you’ve given me, like I should’ve rejected it all. All your affections. I tried to be there for you too. It’s not fair. You can’t act like I never did anything for you.” He’s furious, and you’re downright terrified. Not of him, but of what you created. It has you backtracking. Because the last thing you want is to make an enemy of him. If this was going to happen. If it had to happen, let it at least be on good terms.
“I know what you’ve done for me. I love you all the more for it. I would just never stand here and act like it was a chore to do it.” It’s really over, isn’t it. The epiphany lands on you, burning your chest from the inside out as you continue to sob. You cover your face in your hands, shaking your head “ I’m sorry” you didn’t mean to hurt him like that. To tear into him. You were just so upset. And in a way, he proves you right as his hands come around your body, pulling you into a hug and burying your face in his chest. For what he wishes is the last time, Itoshi Sae is giving himself to you.
You’re beside yourself, hands clutched around the boy who’s owned your heart as you try to calm the ache in your chest. “I didn’t mean it” you let out between sobs, but you didn’t really need to say it. Sae knows you. More than anyone else never will. “I’m sorry baby” he whispers because he doesn’t know what else to say. What else could give you any comfort. He knows he hasn’t been good to you, but what can he do to make it better. His breath is hot on your cheek as he places feather-light kisses, hoping it’s enough. He doesn’t stop, alternating between stolen apologies and affections and the foundations around your heart begin to crack. You want him, so badly it’s consumed your being.
You want to indulge in him one last time. Feel him while he’s here. Have him before he lets go. You’ve infiltrated Sae so deep, etched yourself into his heart. He doesn’t think he’ll forget this moment ever. It’s hard to understand who leaned in first, but you knew in your heart that once his lips touched yours, your heart would be ripped apart all over again. And damnation never felt sweeter than at the hands of Itoshi Sae. His lips were soft but demanding, taking from you as always. You moved against each other with fervour, each part of your body connected as he held your waist so tightly. Your hands come around his neck, one hand stroking his heart the way you know he likes it.
You moan against his lips, trying to pull him even closer as if he can mould against your skin. He breaks apart for air, never breaking away from your gaze as you inhale each other’s breath. Tears track don your face as a carnal desire awakens in the both of you. One so visceral it consumes the two of you. To mark each other so deeply, you’ll never forget this moment. “One time?” He whispers against your lips, gaze zeroed in on your gorgeous eyes. Sae always loved those about you. The way he could tell what you were thinking so easily. He always knew you like the back of his hand. “The last time.”
The words barely leave your mouth when he’s on you again. Kissing you so thoroughly, ravaging you as fresh tears escape you. He lifts you up and it’s like muscle memory, the way your legs wrap around his waist, and his hands squeeze your ass as he leads you to your bedroom. He’s no stranger, he knows his own way around, and the thought of having to teach someone else kills you momentarily, but the thoughts are tossed out of your mind when he gently sets you on the bed. His weight suffocates you as his hands turn soft, his kisses sweet, and his gaze admiring you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.
Sae settles between your legs, and you feel the weight of him as his hips deliver a shallow thrust. He groans in your ear, low and needy as his hands are all over you, and you’ve never felt more loved. More wanted. more seen.
You kiss him back with the same desire, only severing the connection to remove your shirt, exposing myself to him wholly. Fresh tears spring to your eyes as emotions overwhelm you. His name leaves your lips, missing the contact as he takes off his shirt and kisses down your neck to the valley of your chest. His hands come to your breast, squeezing and groaning, and Sae loves every second he’s spending with you, like you’re breathing life into him.
“You were made for me” he lets out, staring at you in stupefaction. And you believe every single word. There won’t be anyone else in this world who would fit with him as well as you do. His jagged ends pricked you until you changed to the shape of him, and now that he’s pulled himself out, you’ll never stop bleeding. Tears cascade down your skin, falling in rivulets and leaving track marks in its wake. They land on his thumb as they cradle your fragile face. His cock moves between your soft folds, giving you achingly slow friction until you’re whining. He moves for the nightstand, looking for a condom when your hands on his face stop him in his tracks.
“No condom, I want to feel all of you.” You whisper, and he can’t bring himself to say no. This is the only time he’s going to have you like this. He knows you’re on the pill, but he’s not sure it would stop him anyways. He wants you in the all the ways you do. He nods, pressing himself against you as he aligns himself with your entrance. You don’t look away from him as he slowly pushes forward, entering you bare for the first time. Neither of you could stop the gasp that escapes from your lips’ in that moment. White hot pleasure wraps around the base of your spine, and all you can do is let out a tear, because you’re never going to feel him like this again.
Sae’s vision is going hazy, you feel ridiculously good as your legs wrap around the base of his athletic back. He can’t stop himself from looking at you in complete adoration. “Don’t cry, baby.” His breaths fan your cheek as he thrusts into you, and you can’t stop the sob that wracks out of you. He knows you’ll do anything when he calls you that. That you’ll break and bend to allow him in. Sae’s lips are against yours, moving as you cry while he takes everything you can give.
“I love you” and your chest constricts, the room suddenly too small. He’s too much for you. and you’ll never stop feeling like you’re not enough until you’re out of his orbit. But how could you dare to leave when he holds you like this, touches you like this. His thrusts are deep, timed with the slow beats of my heart. “Sae, you feel so good.” You whimper, immersing yourself honestly in all your emotions.
“I love you”. It’s like all he can say and you want to stay in this moment forever. Have him cherish you, pay attention to you and not have football be his only priority. “I love you too” you whisper as he bottoms out, grind against a sweet spot that has you clamping down against them. He swallows your moan with gratitude, kissing you because he knows he won’t be able to anymore.
“I love you” and Sae’s thrusts turn erratic. He brings you closer and closer to the edge and you know there will never be a time where he won’t be plagued by thoughts of you. But staying in his reach, letting him take endlessly has left you nothing but a heart bled dry. You’d be empty inside if you kept letting this happen. Marred.
As your orgasm overtakes you, you come to the painful realisation that he hinders you. “Come on my cock, baby.” Ties you down so he can soar while you support him from the ground. And all you’ve done is let him. “I’m coming!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let go. “Fuck! Can I come inside baby?” You nod without a second thought, wanting to feel all of him in these last few seconds. He buries himself in you, emptying inside of you as you feel ropes of him spurt out. You stay there, connected and unable to look away from each other as you come down from your highs.
You both know how unhealthy this is. It’s why Sae promises himself it’s the last time, and this won’t ever happen again. The painful realisation dawns for you at the same time as you stare in each other’s eyes; maybe this is for the best.
i hate you this is so good I need everyone to die
bf!isagi who wakes up before you every morning just to watch you sleep for a bit because he still can’t believe you’re his
bf!isagi who gets all serious and focused when you’re sad, analyzing what you need like it’s the most important match of his life
bf!isagi who always opens doors for you, carries your bags, and makes sure you eat properly because “i just want to take care of you”
bf!isagi who sends good morning and good night texts religiously, calls you when he’s away just to hear your voice, and always checks if you got home safe
bf!isagi who offers to pick you up from anywhere, anytime, saying it’s safer that way and you start relying on him for rides
bf!isagi who listens to every little complaint you have and fixes things for you so you don’t have to deal with them yourself
bf!isagi who gently suggests you cancel plans with friends when you’re tired because “they drain you, i can tell. stay with me instead?”
bf!isagi who starts handling more of your schedule and little tasks because he’s “just trying to make your life easier”
bf!isagi who gets really good at reading your mood so you don’t even have to explain anymore — he already knows what you need
bf!isagi who whispers “you don’t need all that noise. you have me” while holding you close, and it starts sounding like the nicest thing in the world
bf!isagi who gets jealous when other guys talk to you but frames it as “they’re just trying to use you, i don’t want you getting hurt”
bf!isagi who tells you other people don’t really care about you the way he does, and you believe him because he’s always there when you need him
bf!isagi who makes sure you’re never really alone for too long because “i get worried when i can’t reach you”
bf!isagi who turns every “i can do it myself” into “let me do it for you” until you barely remember how to do things without him
bf!isagi who made himself so essential that you never noticed the cage was built with love.
oooo toxic isagi....
Morning Sounds-Hugo Vivian
Pairing: Hugo Vivian x Female Reader
Summary: Mourning dove hidden under the leaves and singing cricket in the tall grass. French countryside in the morning and Hugo. That mix well. "Can you hear my heart?"
Tag/Warning: Fluff, fluff and fluff.
a/n: Morocco is playing against France tonight, I’m shaking. Here 'Et si tu n’existais pas' by Joe Dassin.
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"Can you hear the mourning dove moping?"
Feet crushing the grass dried up by the blazing summer sun, the gentle morning breeze rustling the trees’ leaves in bewitching synchrony.
In the vastness of the meadows, sheltered under the timid shadows, cows were resting peacefully. Their tails swinging from time to time.
Lost in that fragment of tranquility, you didn’t answered his question right away.
Etching that seemingly insignificant moment into your memory simply because he stood behind you.
"I usually enjoy them from my bed," you admitted, turning around only to find him looking at you rather than at the cows.
Devoid of everything and yet radiant with everything, his dark gaze bore the traces of something unmistakable.
Something that changed every time his gaze fell upon you. A different love for every time he looked at you.
With his hiking backpack filled with all kind of stuff, he looked like a little schoolboy on a field trip.
His eyes squinting because of the rising sunshine and his skin still bearing the trace of the sunscreen he insisted upon wearing.
"At least now you're fully awake," he teased, knowing well he had to pull you out of bed this morning. "Aren’t you?"
Yesterday on the phone, half asleep, you promised him you’d go with him on his little trip to the countryside.
The kind of thing he loved to do when he had a day off and knew you didn’t have anything planned.
"Hugo," warning him not to go too far by simply saying his name.
You still were groggy after all.
The French countryside was a blend of colors that came together in almost perfect harmony.
The blue of the sky mingled so well with the thousands of stars that carpeted the ground. Flowers as far as the eye could see, in colors you wouldn’t even believe were natural.
Like a painter who saw the colors of the day come to life beneath his fingers, he would always pick some out for you.
The most beautiful ones, only the kinds that reminded him most of you, before gently tucking them into your hair.
"You’re beautiful," he breathed, arranging them from the tip of his fingers. Delicate and tender.
This man was ridiculously romantic; even his most mundane gestures turned into declarations of love that transcended the very concept of love itself.
"If you didn't exist, I'm not even sure I'd know what love is," whispered as if a secret, yet making your heart pound as if being seared with a red-hot iron.
"Wait. Are you quoting Joe Dassin?"
"No," he looked away. He was guilty.
But you'd never hold it against him: he was just a lovesick fool in his own way.
The chaotic shapes of the farm fields were dotted here and there with old buildings. Ruins he loved to visit, each of them carrying a story that was carved in its stone.
Holding your hand, he looked over his shoulder to make sure you hadn’t stepped on the shards of glass.
"Be careful," he advised, as if you ever wanted to mount pile of gravel in the first place.
"Hugo, what are we doing anyway?"
"You’ll see."
You hated it when he acted so mysterious, because the result was always worth it, and you inevitably felt guilty for not trusting him.
"I bet it has something to do with World War Two."
Again, he looked over his shoulder, his eyes carrying that glimmer of fierceness, as if he were offended that you could read him so easily.
And pretending nothing was wrong in the face of your perceptive remark was easier than admitting that he loved the way you saw him.
"Watch out… I spotted a grass snake slithering through the rubble," he huffed, feeling your hand tighten around his arm.
Yelping at the slightest suspicious noise, he also secretly loved it when you cried out for him to come save you. It was his twisted destiny, in a way.
"Why would you say that?!"
Climbing to the second floor was certainly not a good idea, given the condition of the beams.
But if the floor gave way beneath your feet, all you had to do was pull him in your fall. And as you watched him lead the way, you smiled to yourself at the thought.
Before you could mention your plan out loud, he stopped, stepping aside to let you admire for yourself.
A dilapidated room that still carried the scars of a war that should never have invaded these four walls.
A rusty wrought-iron bed stood in a corner, faded wallpaper hung weary on the walls, but a bright light that didn’t belong here shone through.
Those weathered bricks, which had seen better days and once encapsulated a story, were marred by a gaping hole.
A makeshift balcony overlooking a sparkling river, its water meandering quietly among the few rocks jutting from the earth.
The only sound echoing across the grove a chorus of chirping crickets. Deafening at moments, yet comforting.
"Paratroopers had been given 'cricket toys' to communicate with each other, but there were so many real crickets in the area that the soldiers couldn't tell whether there were other troops on the ground or if it was just a swarm of insects."
His explanation aligns with the culprits of these hallucinations. So ironically that it made your lips curl into a smile.
Through the foliage, the sun’s rays pushed their way timidly through, their irregular patterns coating the water with thousands of tiny diamonds.
It was mesmerising, the grass stalks bending over the water just as a child would.
"It was a stronghold of allies," he explained and you finally figured out why he'd brought you here. "A vast majority of the 82nd Airborne 507h missed their drop zone in Amfreville and landed in the bushes."
His voice sounded gentler than usual when he offered you bit of his knowledge, his hand softly sliding to the small of your back, keeping it close just in case.
"How can you learn all those facts when you spend your days staring at blank pages?"
You glanced back, noticing once again that he wasn't even looking at the landscape in front of him. Seemingly unable to tear himself away from staring at your back.
"Sometimes I read—you know, real words that form sentences."
"I’m impressed, Hugo. Really."
"Look," your gaze followed the tip of his finger as he pointed to the other bank, all the way to a clearing.
There, in the light that had now broken through more clearly, on the lookout for the slightest movement in the foliage, stood a fawn.
Her size didn’t quite convey all the wonder she stole from you; her frail legs just as delicate as the attention you’d given her from afar.
Your eyes overflowed with the same sparkle you’d have when you looked at him. Exactly the same as on those lazy mornings when you’d tug at him so he would stay in bed.
"A fawn," you whispered in awe, your hand slipping into his without you even realizing it.
And when she ran away, leaving you brooding in cathedral-like silence, he gently took you by the hand.
Descending the stone stairs that plunged into the river like a confession of time’s relentless passage. The thick, velvety moss submerged beneath the crystal-clear water vaguely reminded you of the way his hair stirred when he swam.
"Hugo, I’m going to ruin my pants."
He hadn't wasted any time; his silhouette already reflected on the water, broken up by the ripples on the surface. His socks already soaked by the icy water.
"Climb on my back," and he didn't think twice—to him, it was only natural to offer you a solution to each of your problems.
His backpack slid down onto his stomach, and you were the one who replace it. Shyly, a little embarrassed, you climbed up, barely daring to adjust your position.
Terrified that because of you, he might slip and fall. You were anything but calm when his hands slid beneath your thighs—warm and soft even through the fabric.
"I'm sorry, Hugo," you whispered to him, your forehead resting against his back. "I really am a burden."
He breathed in sharply, his fingers anchored in your flesh. Impregnating it with a warmth equal to that of the sun.
"Tell me, can you hear my heart?"
And his heart—that was all you could hear.
Pounding so hard that it wouldn’t be the least bit surprising if it were to burst free from its bony cage.
In the crook of your ear, it echoed so loudly that, all on its own, it was shouting its love to you.
"Yes, Hugo, I can," you straightened up slightly, just enough to press your lips against the nape of his neck. "I love you, too."
Even if the cows’ mooing softened your soul. That the chirping crickets delighted you. And that the wind whistling through the leaves soothed you.
Your favorite sound in the morning was, without the slightest bit of doubt, the beating of his heart.
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"You can’t spell heart without hear."
"Am I carrying Molière on my back?"
sae itoshi wasn’t much of a drinker, at all. shidou, being the chronic drinker that he is, would occasionally pressure him into drinking a shot or two but after that, sae was done. the burning feeling of alcohol down his throat was below satisfactory for him, he couldn’t fathom individuals who would willingly pour something like that down their throat just to feel something.
except for maybe shidou, who’s a masochist.
but unbeknownst to sae himself, he found himself sitting at the edge of a bar, drowning in endless sorrow for the sole reason being you.
you, who seemingly debunked all his previous statements about how drinking was a ‘waste of time’ and how ‘soccer was enough to keep him from feeling any sense of sadness’.
he knows he fucked up. he knows that he’s just one shot away from becoming like every other drunken man with his forehead nearly glued to the island.
although his vision was failing him, he could still make out the brightness of his phone, highlighting only your contact name and photo.
he still remembers the exact moment he took the photo displayed above your contact name.
—
it was quiet, but more of a comfortable silence.
you and sae had gotten to the point where silence was all you needed sometimes. you two once agreed that talking just a bit too much sometimes was draining.
that’s what sae likes about you. you understood him, in a way that, although he may not show it, resonated with him deeply.
before he could continue his thoughts, a small, white creature caught the corner of his eye.
it was a cat.
“oh, sae look!” your head was quickly put on a swivel the moment you spotted the cute furry hairball. your eyes gleamed with joy.
you slowly squatted down to its level, letting it get a quick sniff of your scent before your newfound friend eventually let you pet them.
as suspected, the ivory fur was nothing short of soft.
just like your smile.
sae wasn’t particularly stunned, or speechless, but he was just.. taken.
“cute.” he whispered, his voice being carried out by the wind that night. you didn’t hear it.
he thought you were the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. even in such a mundane scene like this, where the streetlights were the only thing illuminating your figure, he couldn’t help but think that whoever let you slip through their fingers was an idiot.
and he wouldn’t be that foolish.
would he?
sae pulled his phone out with such a quiet ease that you did in fact miss it. you were just so enamored by the little kitty in front of you that you would’ve missed sae itoshi trying to sneak a photo of you,
if it wasn’t for the loud click that came with it.
unfortunately, the kitty had gotten startled and scurried off into the night, but that wasn’t of your interest anymore.
you were staring at sae like he had grown two heads just now, your hand still suspended in the hair where it had just rested over the kitten’s head.
“sae.”
“what?”
“did you take a picture of me?”
“i didn’t.”
“why’d i hear the camera click then?”
“i don’t know.”
“can i see?”
“no.” he quickly shoved his phone into his pocket as you stood up and eyed him like a hawk.
“stop glaring.” he said, his head not entirely facing you with his tone being not threatening or demanding, but more so worded like a statement.
“i’ll let it slide, for now.” your failed death glare quickly turned soft as an airy chuckle slipped past your lips. gentle.
sae had never felt more content in that moment. even with the empty bickering, between that was something he couldn’t quite place. a word deeper than love.
that night, as you were sound asleep in your shared bed, your leg slung over his in an unconscious attempt to gain warmth, he grabbed his phone off of the nightstand, slowly enough not to rouse you, navigated to his contacts and finally set the new profile photo.
he stared at it for one, good, long lasting minute before heading back to bed.
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sae knew he had to get up. had to fix this as quickly as possible before everything turned to shit.
he was way too much of an ass to admit that being away from you in a state like this was eating away at him. he hadn’t felt like this since that one time in spain when that shit-head bunny had humiliated him on the field.
he watched his own failed highlight 112 times that night.
before he dialed shidou’s number, he could still hear his own words echoing in his mind. the spoken lies that had harshly tore through your demeanor that left you teary eyed. he winced at the thought.
why did you wait so long to tell me?
i’m telling you now.
you’re leaving tomorrow sae.
isn’t that what i just said?
what if i don’t want you to leave again?
doesn’t matter to me. everything’s already booked.
what am i supposed to do with a one day notice, sae?
you’ll figure it out, i’m sure.
you’re acting like this doesn’t affect you.
it doesn’t.
that was the last thing sae said to you before you pointed him out the door. you couldn’t stand to see the sight of him anymore.
and you couldn’t stand for him to see you like this, heartbroken over him, his words, how you couldn’t tell him that he was your world, and now he was leaving.
your entire world was leaving.
the same person that had shown you that he wouldn’t trade the world for what he has with you. the same sae itoshi that had cradled you in his arms the moment you saw that one bad exam score after countless hours of studying. the same guy who almost told you he loved you at a bonfire.
almost.
and he couldn’t care less.
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or so you thought, until he showed up on your doorstep. his face was flushed, not exactly blotchy, just a little red from his unusual alcohol intake.
his balance was fairly okay, he did have to lean on the doorframe for minimal support, though.
he knocked.
once.
twice.
then, the door slowly creaked open to show one half of your face. he could tell you had been crying, the puffiness of your eyes serving as proof.
he’s the reason you’re like this. he knows it. even if he tried to ignore it.
as soon as you caught a glimpse of his maroon tufts, you attempted to shut the door just as quickly as you had opened it.
but sae being himself, wouldn’t let you.
his foot quickly came between the door and the frame, keeping just enough space to see a sliver of your face. the same face he’d stare at for hours on end.
“I don’t want to see you.” your face had been turned away from sae’s the entire time you were speaking. he didn’t take that well.
“look at me.” he said, his voice teetering on the edge of something demanding.
you refused, the last thing you wanted to see was a drunk sae spouting nonsense at 2:24 AM.
in just one swift motion, sae reached for your face, cupping your cheeks as he gently, but forcefully turned your head towards him.
and then you saw it, if you hadn’t been with him for two and a half years you would’ve missed it.
a small glint in his eyes that showed his undeniable vulnerability.
“i cancelled everything.” he said, plainly.
your eyes widened just a tad, until you remembered that him cancelling his flights didn’t mean a thing. it’s what he said.
“what does that have to do with me?” you crossed your arms, furrowing your eyebrows.
he bit the inside of his cheek, formulating a response that wouldn’t push you away anymore than he already has.
“i’m saying that,” he took a deep breath in before enunciating his next sentence.
“i love you.” he said it with such a straight face that anyone else wouldn’t believe it.
“and i’m sober enough to say it, i’m not an ass.” sae searched your eyes for any expression that would give him something, anything.
but you just stood there, bewildered, staring up into his eyes with nothing but shock, or as much shock as you could muster while being half-asleep.
the longer you took, the more doubt that grew inside him. his hands have now fallen from your face and been shoved into his pockets. he internally sighed.
he knew it was a cheap, half-assed attempt at an apology, so he couldn’t fathom why it would even work.
before he could turn on his heel and disappear again, you called out for him.
“you’re an idiot, sae.” was all you said.
“i know that.” he responded, his voice low.
“and you’re mean.” you added.
“i know.” was all he could say.
“and you say stupid things.” you continued.
“i know.”
“and i love you, sae.” and to that, his teal eyes became a little bit brighter.
OH MY GOD THIS IS SO CUTEEEEEE
Scheiße
"I don't speak German but I wish I could!"
[Michael Kaiser x f!Reader]
Warnings/Notes: Somewhat Pre-NEL(before the blue lock guys selected they're teams), reader is Japanese, reader works as Ego's assistant, fluff, comedy, language barrier, Kaiser being shameless, German and Japanese written using google translate, Oops!
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The first thing Michael Kaiser noticed about you was the fact that you were always around Ego Jinpachi.
Daddy likes Free shipping
"There's no platonic explanation for this" <-you need to be nicer to your friends. Right now
i just don’t get it. where are all the women. where are all the women in your fanfictions. are they all out of town? did they all go on vacation together? do they all have a dentist appointment at the same time?
