ꨄ︎a/n: guys please just vibe neh, here's the tiktok I'm referencing because now I look crazy 😭✌️ here
"I'm afraid if he doesn't get the transplant his chances of survival are slim." dr. ego says clutching his clipboard to his chest. his impassive expression mixed with the overwhelming scent of sanitizer only solidified the dread you felt.
the unnatural sense of silence, the feeling alone indicated the presence of death. thick and damping the atmosphere of the room.
"no. please, I'll even donate it if I have to." you say, your voice void of any emotion. after you cried it all out on the way to the hospital.
doctor ego ushers you into a testing, no other words for him. he understood the desperation you had to let sae live, even if it was just for 10 years longer.
after the longest hour of your life he confirms that you were a match. with no hesitation you immediately insist on donating, not caring for consequences that may follow once the procedure had been completed.
how could you care when sae's lifeless body was hooked to multiple machine? for heaven's sake one even helping him breathe. you couldn't sit there and extended the amount of time he had for suffering, especially knowing you could have helped.
you change into the uncomfortable scrubs getting wheeled away to a theatre. a red haired anesthesiologist hangs over you placing a mask over your face as she urged you count to ten backwards.
with each number you said allowed your body grew more and more tired until you eventually saw nothing but darkness, not even a single dream.
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saes eyes flutter open, adjusting to the bright light. rin's silhouette coming into view, something about his body feeling complete yet unusal.
"how do you feel? the doctor says your body so far as been accepting the transplant." rin clutches onto his brothers cold hand. relief painted on his usual stoic face.
with a hoarse voice sae asks, "where is y/n?" rin stills, wondering if he should let him find out naturally or get it over an done with.
"rin, where is she?" sae presses further, grinding his teeth together, a spark of pain shooting through his body.
"I am sorry, sae."
"what do you mean you're sorry, where is she? is she okay? she said she'd be here next to me once I was done with my surgery."
"who do you think gave you the teeth transplants?"
implied fem!reader, slightly (?) suggestive on sae, shidou, and kasier, fluff/crack smau, established relationship
part II
Yoichi Isagi
Meguru Bachira
Rin Itoshi
Sae Itoshi
Seishiro Nagi
Reo Mikage
Hyoma Chigiri
Ryusei Shidou
Michael Kaiser
Alexis Ness
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a/n: yuh yuh another smau :3 loved this request smmm it's so cute. i need to get other stickers or reaction images i feel like i just repeat BRUH anywayyy may or may not do a pt. 2 to this, i do want to do a pt. 2 to the other one i did. but that will have to wait for like two days because ima be outta town and no computer </3 was listening to "The Girl Is Mine" by the big MJ & Paul McCartney ^_^
otoya who jerks off at the sight of you and karasu cuddling in the morning because the sight of you both so at peace and comfortable sends waves of pleasure straight to his dick. he whimpers as he slowly sits up, pawing himself through his boxers for some stimulation. a hiss escapes his lips at the contact, and he uses his free hand to gently lift the blankets encasing you both and tugs them down, exposing him to one of the sexiest sights he can imagine.
your leg is strewn across karasu's waist, pretty blue panties playing peek-a-boo from underneath the oversized shirt you stole from karasu years ago, stretched from use and swimming your frame perfectly. he yearns to hook a slender finger in the waist band and tug it back, letting it snap against your skin softly, just enough to make you whine and burrow closer to karasu at the sting.
it makes his dick throb.
your nose is buried in karasu's collarbone, fingers curled into a little fist that rests against his sternum. breaths of air fan out against karasu's skin, shifting the few strands long, navy hair that lays between you both. otoya would never admit that karasu's sex appeal rockets to the sky when he wears his hair down, because the idea of him leaving it down forever and not just for you and otoya makes him annoyed.
but fuck, the way his hair is splayed on the pillow, tousled with sleep? otoya fucking loves not having to share such a delicious sight with anyone other than his better half.
spitting in his palm and slipping his hand down his boxers, otoya's jaw goes completely agape, a shudder letting out of him as he squeezes the base of his cock, gripping himself to full hardness. he swallows thickly as he softens the grip just barely and starts to slowly stroke himself, the slip of his own saliva making his jaw crack as it slides his fist along his shaft. the sick sound of slick, perverted jerking fills the air, his free hand coming up to cover his mouth from the moans that so desperately want to spill out of pinkish lips. his hand speeds up as his cock aches from being so hard, erect and throbbing for attention. embarrassment and perverse thoughts swirl in his mind, too aroused to try and conjure an excuse as to why he's jerking himself off to you and karasu for merely sleeping.
he's a fucking degenerate.
the thrill of you both not knowing what he's doing only makes him more desperate; what if you catch him, scold him for being a creep and looking at him a new way? what would karasu say? what would his pleasure-shrouded mind say to fix any of it?
his breathing turns labored and focused, eyes screwing shut as he beats his dick with so much lust it makes his head spin. his lips tuck in to try and muffle the groans and whines that claw his throat, demanding to be heard. his hands tremble as he toes closer and closer to a climax, disgusting, slicky sounds punching through the otherwise silent air.
he can't help the groan that manages to sneak past him, and when it does, you sleepily furrow your brows and curl closer to karasu, who smack his lips and angles his head to rest against yours protectively.
that does it.
otoya's eyes screw shut as he paints his hand in cum, hot ropes spurting out and onto his fist and thighs. his body is tight, shaking and trembling at the overwhelming desire tearing through him like a beast. he's whimpering, panting into his palm, brows furrowed and quivering as he milks himself through his orgasm with fervor.
he's mewling softly as he squeezes his tip before letting go, the cool air of morning making him shiver from such an intense orgasm and so much mess being made on his thighs.
he sighs soft and he swings his legs out of bed, stretching and eager to clean the stickiness off of him.
"you're a pervert."
otoya's head whips around to see karasu's face adjusted into a smirk, still holding some sleep but showing more than evidently that he heard the whole thing.
"shut up, like you're any better," otoya snickers. silence once again fills the air, and otoya looks down at you, still sound asleep. "you gonna be useful and clean me up, or am i on my own?"
karasu doesn't waste a minute before easing his arm out from under you, kissing your head and making his way to the other side of his bed, sinking to his knees in front of otoya. pale fingers fist navy locks, and karasu takes otoya's cock in his warm palm, the sensation making his cock twitch and body break out in a shiver.
"don't wake her up," karasu rasps, and otoya nods feverishly, heart racing at the challenge.
bachira meguru is a monster, on and off the field (18+)
you’re making out under his sheets, bodies tangled together in a frenzy of limbs. he’s massaging the globes of your ass with one hand, pulling and groping as the other pushes your back further into him, making you arch.
his tongue is wet and feral as he swirls circles around yours, moaning in your mouth like a dog in heat.
“mmfh… yeah, baby…”
he’s absolutely shameless, mouth sloppy woth saliva as he devours you unapologetically. bachira reluctantly pulls away, looking deep into your eyes for a split second before his gaze flits back to your wet, plump lips.
“stick your tongue out for me, please?” he pleads politely before running a hand up your shirt and cupping your chest.
his hands are rough as he squeezes, making you moan out. your brows are furrowed upwards, and you can’t help but oblige his request.
bachira’s eyes practically glow seeing you so obedient for him, and he doesn’t waste even a split-second before he dives righr back in, sucking in your tongue.
he can feel your vibrations in his mouth as you moan and whine and writhe against him, and you don’t know how he manages to do it but he giggles with your tongue inside him.
“you’re so cute, baby,” he says before realizing he’s let go of you. he furrows his brows, pouting before speaking up again, “stick your tongue out again!”
“so demanding…”
“please?” he says, eyes big and sparkly as he begs, his hands taking their time in memorizing every sculpt of your body.
“nghh—!” you moan out when he squeezes your curves particularly hard, and bachira can’t help but giggle once more before you stick your tongue out again.
bachira immediately goes back to playing with you, your tongues dancing under the wet caves of his mouth as he closes his eyes.
a sharp pain overtakes you before you pull away, tasting something metallic in your tongue.
“ah—! meguru, you bit me!”
“oh, no..! guess you gotta punish me, hm?” he says, wrapping his arms around you as he grinds his hard cock against the soft plush of your thighs.
you’re minding your business at the courtyard when a tan man with ombre hair approaches you.
“hey there, beautiful. my name’s ryusei.”
“shut the fuck up, i’m not here to make friends,” you say, flipping through another page in your book.
“oh yeah, i love ‘em feisty!” his pupils practically form into hearts as he takes a seat next to you, making you sigh heavily. “what are you in for, baby? hold on, lemme guess…” he holds up a finger as you stare at him, his eyes scanning you. “it can’t be an eating disorder ‘cause that ass is fat!” he points over at you, hooting like a maniac in an attempt to hype himself up.
“can you leave me alone, pink tips?” you scowl.
“oh, i got a pink tip for you, alright,” he smirks, nodding to himself proudly before you smack him with a book.
“nurse!” you yell out.
“you smacked me and you’re snitching?!” he says, looking at you with sad puppy dog eyes as the nurses pull you two apart.
ima make this a series this is sooo fun i love writing for unhinged characters
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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Today’s 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 wasn’t ideal : in a small–but cute– 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. Loyal–and wealthy– 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 wouldn’t stop overthinking. You could do this. It’s not as if you already cleaned the floor thrice, reorganized the drawers and shelves twice and made sure you had stock for every perfume.
If only you’d known that in a couple minutes the trajectory of your life would be changed forever, you’d have never believed it. It happened as you were checking a drawer for a click and collect. L’Eau d’Eclipse 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. You’d never wear that, too scared of coming across as someone with old-fashioned tastes.
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 couldn’t 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.
“Hello! Welcome to Velinora, how can I help you?”
“Hello… I’m looking for perfume.” He replied flatly, glancing around at the very much empty shop, seemingly uninterested by you.
“Really? Never would’ve guessed.” Your sarcasm seeping through, you noticed the unamused look he gave you. You cleared your throat. “I mean I can definitely help you with that.”
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, wouldn’t you?
Seeing the guy wasn’t very willing to give more information on what he was looking for, you tried to get the goods out of him.
“What kind of perfume, fragrances, are you looking for?” You questioned, already scanning the shelves with the precision of a sharp chef’s knife.
“I don’t really know.” He replied bluntly, taking a tester in his hands and checking the bottle out before placing it back.
“Great. Very helpful.” You ignored the side eye he gave you. “Is it for you or is it a gift?”
“For me.”
“Alright, it’ll 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.”
He sighed, obviously annoyed. “Can’t you just… give me a random one? I don’t care about the brand or the scent. I just need one.”
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.
“Let me stop you right there.” You smiled politely, but you wanted to slap him. How could he say that?? If it was up to you and you didn’t have a business to run, the guy would already be kicked out. “You can’t just… pick a random one. Perfumes are personal.” You explained. “It has to be unique, it has to be you having an emotional link with it.”
The guy scoffed, staring at you. He barely even raised an eyebrow. His arrogance was testing your last nerves.
“You think that’s ridiculous? It’s not. Every perfume has a story that led to its creation. I won’t go down that path or I’ll ramble for hours. So to make it short : no. I can’t pick one for you. You have to smell, and like the perfume. So tell me, why are you buying perfume today?” 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 way— you heard his voice ringing in your head.
The teal eyed guy stared at you for a couple seconds, then resigned himself. He slid his hands in his pockets. “My manager told me it’ll be a good idea to have a recognizable scent. Marketing stunt. He gave me one but I don’t like it. Smells too sour.”
“Now we have something.” You smiled faintly. “See? Wasn’t too hard.” You taunted. Seeing he was still not going with the flow, you went on immediately. “May I ask what job you do?”
He stared at you, a hint of surprise flashing in his bright eyes. Then, he replied carefully, as if you were mocking him. “I’m a professional football player.”
“Okay so you need perfume that sticks, not something light.” 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 most—if not the most—trendy football player of the season. You weren’t a fanatic of that sport, but he was famous enough that you heard of him even in your small perfumery world.
You slowly turned to Sae Itoshi. You pointed at him and a playful smile appeared on your face. “I’m not giving you a discount of any type.”
The pink haired man frowned, seemingly taken aback. He had been certain he’d eventually get a reaction from you once you understood who he was. But that? It was unexpected. “I’m sorry?”
“You’re rich, aren’t you? Why should I make you pay less?” You scoffed, placing your hands on your hips, entertained.
“...Customer service perhaps?”
“Yeah but you’re not a customer, you’re a freaking star.” You countered. “I believe paying 350 for a bottle of perfume isn’t a financial crisis for you.”
“...fair.”
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.
“Okay so let’s get into this.” You started, turning around already searching for thee perfume for thee Sae Itoshi.
“Does it really have to be such a big deal? Just get me a cologne…”
You whipped around. “Cologne? That won’t stick on you. Not if you want to wear it during matches. The sweat won't mix well with the scent anyway.” You paused, taking a tester from the shelf and spraying the perfume on a piece of paper. “What you need is a pure perfume. Maybe even an elixir.”
You handed him the paper, watching his reaction as he smelled it. He nodded faintly in approval.
“Smells good.”
“It does, doesn’t 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 you”
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 didn’t even realise you threw him off made him feel some kind of butterflies in his stomach.
“What’s inside?” 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 while— meaning the rest of his life, but neither of you knew that yet.
“So, that’s Midnight Velvet by Hortense. Inside we have Bergamot, orange blossom, ginger and cardamom. The woody note comes from patchouli.” You told him. “Do you want to try another one?”
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.
“Do you actually learn the ingredients in each perfume?” He asked.
“Well, I do try to remember all of them so I can help customers in the best way possible.” You admitted, suddenly feeling self-aware.
“That’s impressive.”
“Is it?” You chuckled nervously. It wasn’t 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. “So… which one do you like more?”
“The first one.” Sae replied. “Do you think it’s the one that suits me best?” 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 wouldn’t have rambled for 10 minutes, which would have made him feel bad.
“Midnight Velvet?”
“Yeah.”
“Well perfume is personal you have to choose. I can’t choose for you if you don’t—”
“I’m asking for your opinion, though. Do you think it’s the one that suits me best?” He repeated, holding eye contact.
You blinked, surprised. “Uhm… yeah. I think Midnight Velvet suits you best.” You smiled.
“Then I'll buy this one, if you don’t mind.”
“I obviously don’t mind.” You countered, finally recovering your playful side. “I mean that's my job, to make you buy things. The more the better.”
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.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how come you’re in Japan? I thought you were playing for Madrid.” You stated, making small talk.
Sae’s teal eyes snapped back to your face. He took in your features and the lines of your eyes, your nose and your mouth. He didn’t want to forget them. “Passeport business and Federation talk.” A beat. “You follow football?” He pondered.
“Not really, I just know the big names and watch the big games when I have time. My father is more of a fan.”
“I see…”
“You can pay, it’s over there.” You pointed to the device.
“You follow enough to know me.” He countered as he paid without checking the price.
You shrugged. “It’s not as if you’re an unknown anymore.”
Taking back his card, he agreed. “You know me, but I do not know you. What’s your name?”
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.
“That's a pretty name. I like it.” 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.
Checking the register, you noticed he left a card. It wasn’t a credit one, more like a business one? You turned it around and saw a phone number. Could it be…? 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.
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. You’d only embarrass yourself…
So days passed by, and you slowly forgot about the unexpected events of that day. Well, forgetting is a strong word, you’d never forget it actually, more like it didn’t 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.
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.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He flatly stated.
“Good morning to you too.” You countered, recovering from your previous choc.
A faint smile appeared on his handsome face. “Good morning.”
“What makes me worthy of your presence today?” You smirked.
“I used all the perfume. And you didn’t text me even though I left my business card.”
Your eyes widened slightly, impressed. “You finished the bottle already?”
“I did. Got many compliments about my scent with it. Thanks to you and your amazing advice.”
“Aw, you’re going to make me blush.” You chuckled.
“So I came back.” He leaned on the counter, his teal eyes fixated on you. “Here, just for you. To buy another bottle.”
“You could’ve gone to any other shop, you know that?” You smiled, putting away the perfumes you were registering, to make more room for Sae’s arms.
“I know. But I wanted to buy it here. Makes it more special to me.” He paused, long enough for the weight of his words to land. “And I wanted to know why you didn’t text me.”
“Why didn't I text you? I can’t just text an international football star, can I?” You scoffed.
“The question is why couldn’t you? I gave you my personal phone number.”
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 wasn’t 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.
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.
One night, as you were about to go to sleep after a rough day of dealing with particularly annoying clients, your phone’s screen lit up to Sae’s notification. You knew it was mid-afternoon in Spain, meaning he would be busy training and not texting you.
You frowned, reading the message.
Sae : What are you doing this July?
You : Working, I guess. Why?
S : How about coming to the US with me?
Y : LMAOOOOO
S : I’m serious.
Y : I can’t afford a trip to the USA.
S : I’ll pay for everything, you don’t have to worry about anything.
Y : Why do you even want to go on a trip with me in July in the US?
S : It’s the World Cup, idiot.
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.
Y : Sae, I can’t just leave for one month… I have to check with my boss if that’s possible…
S : Take it or leave it.
Y : … Okay I’m coming.
S : 👍
You put down your phone, taking a moment to pinch your arm to make sure you weren’t 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.
Things went so fast you barely had time to really understand how important you were in Sae’s 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 Sae’s side.
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 you’re nothing more than an assistant. That label didn’t bother you at first, because you were mostly focused on the unreal nature of your presence here. Then, it started to annoy you since Sae’s behaviour towards you meant anything but just an assistant or a friend.
Then it struck you, Sae was oblivious. He didn’t even realize how he was acting towards you. The whole “bringing breakfast to you in the morning”, the “searching for you in the stands after a goal”, “asking if you’re proud of him after every match” and “making sure you’re okay because of the heat and the crowded place” isn’t exactly just friend material.
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 didn’t mind the view : he was standing at the hotel’s kitchen counter in your room, shirtless, visibly frowning. You’d 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.
“You look like hell.” You teased.
He gave you a half bothered half deadpan look. “I’m stressed.”
“Didn’t know the great Sae Itoshi could be stressed.” You countered.
“It’s the World Cup Final. Stakes are high. Of course I’m gonna be nervous.”
“Fair.” You pouted. “Do you plan on wearing your perfume?”
“Obviously, it’s my lucky charm. Why wouldn’t I want to be lucky on the biggest day of my life?”
“Fair once again.” You chuckled. “What’re you gonna do if you win?”
He shrugged. “Lift the trophy.”
You deadpanned him. “After, you idiot.”
“Sleep for two days straight.”
“That’s in no way fun.”
“Never said I was a fun man.” He munched on the bread.
You scoffed. “Still.” You gazed at him, trying to read his face. “Alright. If you win, I’ll tell you something.”
That caught his attention, his eyes landed on you. “Tell me what?”
“Well I’m not going to tell you now, silly.” You giggled. “I’ll tell you if you win. Otherwise you’ll never know. Or I’ll tell you next time you win a World Cup.”
“Then I have no choice but to win tonight, haven’t I?”
“That’s pretty much the deal.” You affirmed, locking your eyes in his.
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 Japan’s team in extra time. 3-2.
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.
“Don’t you dare ignore me, Itoshi.” You grabbed the side of his shirt. “I don’t care that you lost. I’m not disappointed. I’m proud you fought until the very last second, you hear me?”
He stared at you. Words couldn’t 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.
“I have to go..” He murmured. Indeed he had to change, listen to his coach’s assessment of the match and reply to journalists. “I’ll see you later.” He added as he kissed your forehead before disappearing into the changing room.
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.
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 didn’t want to ruin the friendship you grew over the years, and what if he didn’t like you back? What if he didn’t 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 wasn’t 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.
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 he’d 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 wasn’t blind, he saw the way you looked at him and he wanted to tell you everything that’s 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 couldn’t 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.
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 Sae’s friend, right? You couldn’t understand all the attention you were getting, people were here for the sport, not the gossip, weren’t they?
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 country’s weight and expectations on their shoulders wasn’t easy.
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 didn’t try to do too much. You were just there, by his side. And it was all that he needed.
The night before the finale, as you were both sitting on the couch, he paused the match and turned to you.
“If I win tomorrow…” He started.
“Mmh?” You hummed, listening to him but still focused on the video playing on your phone.
“Will you tell me what you planned to tell me four years ago?”
A pause.
You turned off your phone and glanced at him, thrown off by this request.
“You still remember that?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know, it was four years ago, it was a long time ago.”
“I’m curious about what you wanted to tell me back then.”
“That’s ridiculous…”
“It’s not ridiculous. It mattered to you back then, so it matters to me now.”
“...”
“Will you keep that promise and tell me if I win?”
You smiled faintly, looking away. “If that’s what you want.”
“I want that if you want that.”
“Then yeah, I want that.”
A ghost of a smile appeared on his face. “I have no choice but to win now.”
“Looks like it.”
“I’m not winning for the country tomorrow. I’m winning for you.”
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.
“Don’t be stupid.”
“I’ll be stupid for you.”
You scoffed. “Focus on the match tomorrow, don’t get distracted now.”
“Mmh.” He grabbed the TV remote and started to watch the match again.
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.
The next day, tension was at its strongest. The game was uptight. Fortunately, the outcome wasn’t 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 couldn’t believe your eyes, Sae was finally a World Champion, after all these years of hard work he finally made it.
You couldn’t help but let the tears overwhelm you, almost enough that you didn’t 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.
“Why are you crying?” He asked, almost concerned.
“For you, idiot.” You chuckled, cupping his jawline. “Because I’m proud of you. Because I’m so so very much happy for you.” You smiled through the tears.
A smile appeared on his face, a rare, real, precious smile. It made you tear up even more.
“I won for you, you know that.” He rested his forehead against yours. “So now you have to tell me the secret you’ve been keeping from me.”
You chuckled. “You’re not losing your bearings, are you?” You paused, trying to regain some composure.
Music was loud, people were cheering, Sae’s coach and teammates were celebrating and soon he’d 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.
“I love you.” You finally admitted. After five years, the words stuck in your throat finally freed themselves. It felt so good to finally say it. “Fuck…I love you so much Sae… I love you so much it hurts.” Tears were flowing, out of relief and happiness.
He stared at you, realisation daunting him. Your words hit his heart in a way he would’ve never imagined. At that moment, he was at the top of the world.
“Idiot…” He breathed out, smiling contently. “I love you too…” 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.
“What are you feeling now that you have reached the rarest trophy? What are you planning now?”
“I 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. We’ll see about my career later. But I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”
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.
“Morning World Champion.” You teased.
You felt a small amused breath reach your skin. “Morning.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Exhausted. My limbs are sore. I want to spend the day in bed with you.”
You chuckled quietly. “That can be arranged.”
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 couldn’t leave his embrace.
“You smell good.” He murmured, burying his nose in your hair.
“I’m not wearing any perfume though.”
“I know, I like your perfume and the scent of your skin.”
“How does it smell?” You asked him.
“Mmh…” He paused, thinking, still very much half-asleep. “Sweet and perfect. Just like you.”
You chuckled quietly. “You could be a great perfume seller.”
“Got that from you.” 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.
Sinopsis: Bueno, escribí esto basándome en lo que dijo Kaneshiro sobre cómo Kaiser se ríe en momentos cotidianos, en cosas muy simples y espontáneas de la vida, como ver a un gato darse vuelta en la calle. Eso es básicamente todo c:
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La primera vez que pasó fue cuando los dos iban caminando a un café para una cita. No era nada realmente extravagante ni sofisticado, algo que Kaiser había cuestionado al principio, pero sorprendentemente no se opuso mucho.
Estabas hablando de las reseñas que habías escuchado sobre el café, a las que Kaiser solo prestaba atención a medias con una mirada distraída. No sabías que sus ojos se habían desviado en otra dirección, observando otra cosa. No estaba del todo concentrado, pero sin duda estaba prestando atención.
No fue hasta que una suave risa se le escapó de los labios; sin embargo, estabas segura de que no habías dicho nada gracioso, y no era esa risa burlona que solía soltar cuando se reía de alguien; era una genuina. Levantando una ceja, te diste la vuelta para mirarlo y luego seguiste su mirada hacia la calle.
Lo que había allí definitivamente no era lo que esperabas. Era un auto parado esperando a que el semáforo se pusiera en verde, con las ventanas abiertas, y ¿en el asiento trasero? Un perrito que asomaba la cabeza por la ventana, con la lengua afuera y una sonrisa, como si fuera el mejor día de su vida, o al menos el mejor momento de su día.
Normalmente, esa escena también te habría hecho sonreír, pero estabas demasiado absorta en el hecho de que eso era lo que había hecho reír a Kaiser, por lo que tuviste que girar la cabeza para mirarlo y luego volver a mirar al perro para asegurarte. Una vez que lo hiciste, te volviste hacia él, sorprendida.
Cuando él se dio cuenta, levantó ligeramente una ceja.
“¿Qué?”
“Te reíste de… ¿estamos viendo lo mismo? ¿De el perro?” preguntaste, sorprendida, sin poder evitar que una sonrisa divertida se dibujara en tu rostro.
La pregunta lo tomó por sorpresa y desvió la mirada avergonzado, pero rápidamente lo disimuló, chasqueando la lengua y fingiendo estar molesto. No esperaba que te dieras cuenta; no, de hecho, ni siquiera se había dado cuenta de lo que había hecho. Para él era tan normal cuando estaba solo que nunca lo había cuestionado, pero sin querer bajó la guardia contigo.
“¿Y qué? ¿Ahora no puedo reírme?” dijo a la defensiva, aunque eso no te hizo vacilar.
“¡No es eso! Es tierno. El gran Michael Kaiser se ríe de los perros que sacan la cabeza por las ventanas de los autos como el resto de la gente común». No pudiste contener la risa. No era burlona, solo surgía de la sorpresa y ese extraño cariño que sentías cada vez que veías a Kaiser siendo simplemente… él mismo.
Kaiser gruñó ante tu respuesta mientras murmuraba algo entre dientes sobre no volver a reírse delante de ti o algo así. Aunque eso se desmintió rápidamente cuando el semáforo se puso en verde y el auto comenzó a moverse. El perro se veía aún más feliz y gracioso, con el pelo echado hacia atrás por el viento, lo que le daba un aspecto divertido.
Al ver eso, Kaiser no pudo evitar soltar una risa por lo bajo. Sin embargo, tan pronto como se dio cuenta, se tapó la boca con la mano para ocultarla.
“¡Noo, no lo escondas! ¡No te voy a molestar más! Me gusta escucharte reír así, ¿porfis?” dijiste con una sonrisa y una mirada suplicante.
“¿Qué hay de gustar en eso? Deja de mirarme así” se quejó él, apartando tu cara con su mano, firme pero gentil para que dejaras de mirarlo.
“Soy tu novia, ¿no puedo alegrarme de que tú estés feliz?”dijiste rápidamente, agarrando su mano y apartándola de tu cara para volver a mirarlo, aunque no la soltaste.
Esas palabras le provocaron algo por dentro. ¿Que tú estuvieras feliz solo porque él lo estaba? Eso era una tontería, pero entonces, ¿por qué de repente sentía esa calidez en el pecho?
“Da igual. ¿Cuánto falta para llegar a esa cafetería?” suspiró y cambió rápidamente de tema mientras reajustaba su agarre en tu mano para sostenerla correctamente y entrelazar sus dedos con los tuyos.
Al principio no pudo evitar sentirse un poco cohibido. Sin embargo, para su propia sorpresa, poco a poco se fue sintiendo más cómodo contigo. Al formar parte de la vida de Kaiser, era obvio que verías facetas de él que por lo general se ocultaban del ojo público, y está, hasta ahora, definitivamente podría ser una de las mejores.
N/A: Cuando vi lo que dijo Kaneshiro esto fue lo primero que pensé jsjs. Ahora que estoy en vacaciones de invierno espero poder subir más cositas, pero la verdad ando poco creativa. He visto a más gente del fandom en español de Blue Lock en tiktok, probablemente debería subir cosas allá, pero tumblr lo encuentro mucho más sencillo jsjd.
summary ᧔࿔᧓ kaiser has been seeing things that is testing his patience. why is it that the sports world is being completely tainted with love and relationships? and why is it that all these soccer players are bringing it to reddit? kaiser needs some answers. check out his podcast; “The Blue Rose Blooms Again.” (+ smau bonus at the end)
content ᧔࿔᧓ smau/typed, crack crack crack, suggestive, cussing, manga spoilers, dark humour, inc*l behaviour, might be ooc, DEAD DOVE LEGIT DEAD DOVE, fem!reader
guest stars ᧔࿔᧓ YOU 👀, bunny iglesias, vivien hugo, julien loki, sae itoshi, teddy knight, + yoichi isagi, alexis ness
M.K | welcome back to all things simple and concise. My podcast. Tonight’s a special kind of night, where I’ve taken the liberty to talk with the person who dated not one. . . not two. . . but three New-Gen 11 stars. Y/N L/N.
The camera had pointed to Y/N, who was smiling professionally. This was an alleged moment of one of Michael Kaiser’s several cracks.
Y/N | Hello.
M.K | Would you consider yourself a slut?
Y/N had widened their eyes, completely unprepared for the instant vulgarity.
Y/N | Oh. . . No?
M.K | Oh yeah? Well. . .
Kaiser had waved a hand, a signal Y/N was completely unaware of. And with the wave of his hand, a member of the production team brought out. . .
Vivien Hugo.
He took a seat on the empty chair next to Y/N.
M.K | Hugo.
V.H | Kaiser.
M.K | Ever since seeing your Reddit post I never felt more disappointed.
V.H | We all have our paths to walk. Just because us two have different paths doesn’t just mean you can justify having the reaction you did.
Y/N awkwardly sat there. Kaiser was visibly furious now, while Hugo was blinking blankly.
M.K | Shut the fuck up! Just tell this piece of shit here that they are a slut.
V.H | Oh. . . you.
Hugo’s eyes visibly darkened when he looked more in Y/N’s direction — a reminder of their past relationship that ended after he discovered Y/N’s secret collection of porn.
V.H | You. . .
Y/N | —Okay, what’s this all about?? To just slutshame me on camera? That’s misogynistic as fuck!
M.K | Shut up! It doesn’t matter if the person is actually a slut. In which you fucking are.
Y/N had sat up abruptly, slamming the desk. Kaiser got up and did the same. Hugo sat there, merely two black holes for eyes
Y/N | You damn prick! I’ll end your life!
Suddenly, the tension had shifted dramatically upon the gut churning appearance of Julien Loki himself, who appeared to be uninvited. No one dared to say a thing, since his aura was that paralyzing.
Y/N, Kaiser, and Hugo turn their heads to him.
J.L | Everyone! Stop!
M.K | How did you get in the studio?!
The tension in the room was at an all time high. Michael Kaiser’s veins were throbbing at his temples, Vivien Hugo looked at Loki with wide eyes, and Y/N had their face in their hands.
J.L | I came to warn Hugo this is a bad idea.
V.H | Julien, I do not understand?
Kaiser was livid, his teeth clenched and face red.
M.K | Loki! Get out of here before—
J.L | Kaiser, please, close your mouth. Now, Hugo, allow me to propose five facts to you that I hope will be of use for you to understand you have to leave.
V.H | And that is?
The eye contact between the two Frenchies sizzled like ironed waffles. Kaiser was frozen. Y/N was now staring with their jaw agape.
J.L | . . . Tsk. Forget it. Hugo . . . Just . . . Come with me.
Hugo rushed to stand from his chair.
V.H | J-Julien? Are you . . .
But Kaiser interjected the suffocating and for some reason erotic interaction.
M.K | Enough! Both of you, get the hell out! I’m literally fucking disgusted!
Loki and Hugo didn’t need to be told another time. They gave their final nods and waves before languidly exiting the set room.
Y/N | Um . . .
M.K | Tsk. Whatever.
Kaiser sat back down, pinching the bridge of his nose, strikingly frustrated.
AD BREAK!
The studio was in relatively good shape. It was as if nothing had ever happened. No strange Julien/Vivien interaction, and no angry Kaiser.
M.K | Okay, well that didn’t go as planned. Anyway, Y/N, the public has some questions for you.
Y/N | . . . Yes?
M.K | About the Sae and Bunny situation.
Y/N had stilled, unprepared.
Y/N | Yeah . . . about that . . .
M.K | You do know this just furthers the idea that you’re a good for nothing slut?
Y/N | I am not no fucking slut!
M.K | Yes you fucking are!
Tension spiked in the studio once again.
Y/N | Jesus fucking christ! Hop off my dick!
M.K | How about you hop off other boys’ dicks first?
Y/N | Fuck! Can I just leave? I don’t even wanna be here anymore!
M.K | You can’t. The papers you signed make sure of that.
Y/N | What!
M.K | Stupid bitch. Did you not even read the forms?
Y/N | I didn—
M.K | Whatever. Production, bring in the next boy.
Kaiser did the waving hand signal again. Y/N had widened their eyes, confused.
Then. . .
Sae Itoshi.
Y/N audibly gasped.
Sae Itoshi took a seat.
M.K | I’m honestly surprised you agreed to this, Itoshi.
S.I | It’s because things still need to be sorted out.
Y/N | Sae—
S.I | It’s Itoshi.
M.K | Yikes. I guess this is what happens when you think you can take two dicks at once . . .
Y/N was visibly malfunctioning. Kaiser took this opportunity to be even more . . . well, him.
M.K | So, Itoshi, tell us what your thoughts were when it was publicly revealed you were being cucked?
S.I | I was disappointed.
M.K | And Y/N, how did you feel when Bunny revealed your guys’ relationship on Reddit?
Y/N stood up abruptly, their hip hitting the mic. The impact sounded in everyone’s headphones. Sae even visibly grimaced.
Y/N | This is all very invasive to be putting my exes in my face one by one!
M.K | This is literally what you signed up for you stupid fucking bitch!
S.I | This is getting ridiculous. . .
M.K | Tsk. What’s ridiculous is that you were getting cheated on and didn’t even know. And it was Bunny of all people you were being cheated on with.
The corner of Sae’s lip twitched.
S.I | That’s neither here nor there. . .
M.K | Bitch, are you serious? That’s the only the reason I invited you! To talk about this!
Itoshi had straightened up in his seat more, a slight scowl appearing across his features.
S.I | Y/N. I do sometimes wish bad things to happen to you.
The raw confession shocked everyone in the room. Except for Kaiser.
S.I | No. The truth is that you thrive off of being in the centre of drama. You love playing with the hearts of others because it is the only thing that gives you meaning in your pathetic life.
Gasps from the production team got picked up from the mics. Y/N widened their eyes, their jaw dropping.
S.I | And also, fucking Bunny of all people? That guy? Tsk. Tepid.
M.K | Okay, Itoshi. Let’s not start crying over a female.
S.I | I wasn’t going to start crying. I just pointed out what was true.
M.K | Y/N, I have a very important and urgent question; would you get with Rin Itoshi, Sae’s little brother?
Itoshi’s eyes visibly widened, his whole expression shifting to something of intense shock.
S.I | Bringing my family into this now?
Y/N | I . . . Maybe I would. . .
And then Itoshi audibly gasped.
S.I | What the fuck?! The audacity!
Y/N | Sae, listen, I’m just a wo—
S.I | For fuck’s sake. I’m getting out of here. Have fun being a whore.
M.K | What?! Are you serious! First Hugo and now you?
Itoshi was already pacing out of the studio, his body simmering with unspoken tension. Y/N and Kaiser watched his departing figure before turning and facing each other.
M.K | Well, anyway. That was a dud. You’re dick repellant.
Y/N | No I’m not. Itoshi and I just haven’t had a proper conversation since the incident.
M.K | As a female, don’t you think you should know your place? Instead of the streets, maybe doing something productive like your boyfriend’s laundry?
Y/N | YOU STUPID FUCK!—
AD BREAK!
The studio seemed relatively polished. Ever since Y/N almost launched themself at Kaiser, the production team needed everyone to take 10.
Now, Kaiser and Y/N were back in their seats.
M.K | It’s important for people to know a couple things about biological dynamics.
Y/N | What?
M.K | You, as a female, don’t understand your place. You cheat on men, despite the fact that men are designed to be stronger and more logically adept. It’s like you run on emotion. Which is a common thing among females — but still an annoyance.
Y/N | What the fuck are you even saying??
M.K | I’m saying you’re annoying and too prideful. You could get your shit rocked anytime, any moment.
Y/N | Are you threatening violence on your own podcast?
M.K | So what? Fans will love me anyway.
Y/N | You’re a piece of shit.
M.K | Tell me something I don’t know.
Then, Kaiser did another wave of his hand. Y/N immediately stiffened, like they’ve been pavlov’d by Kaiser’s hand signal.
And of course, the worst thing happened. Not one, but two New-Gen 11 Stars came into the studio.
Bunny Iglesias and Teddy Knight.
They took their seats beside Y/N.
Y/N | Oh my fucking God.
B.I | Hello everyone.
T.K | Hi I’m Teddy Knight.
B.I | You don’t have to introduce yourself, Teddy, everyone knows who you are.
Y/N | Can we just get this over with?
Bunny’s demeanour instantly shifted at the sound of Y/N’s voice. He angled his head to get a better view of their face.
B.I | You say that about a lot of things, don’t you?
Y/N | Please. I’ve had enough punchings for the day.
M.K | Well, you have a punchable face.
Y/N | And you have an attitude problem.
M.K | I’m sure.
Y/N | Also, why is Teddy Knight here? I literally have no relation with him whatsoever.
T.K | Bunny might’ve needed the support.
M.K | What are you Bunny? A little kid? Why do you need emotional support?
B.I | Don’t we all?
M.K | . . . Whatever. Bunny, tell Y/N what has been on your mind. Ever since the two of you broke up.
Bunny cleared his throat, ready to speak. Teddy shifted in his seat, prepared to give Bunny support. For some reason.
B.I | Y/N I’ve always been a guy to see the bigger picture. So truthfully, breaking up with you was probably one of the best things that could’ve happened to me. I don’t have use for your negative energy.
The room fell silent for a few moments.
Y/N | Oh. . . wow.
T.K | What Bunny is trying to say is that you’re a waste of energy.
Y/N | Yeah I knew that.
M.K | It’s about time we start wrapping things up—
Y/N | Bunny. Being with you was one of the happiest times in my life. I’ll never forget us.
Bunny didn’t speak for many beats after that. In fact, he began sniffling, bordering on. . . crying??
B.I | It’s . . . It’s just so hard being me. . .
M.K | Are we fucking serious right now?
Teddy began stroking Bunny’s back softly, comforting him.
T.K | Bunny needs space, I think.
M.K | No, Bunny is a grown ass man crying over a female who doesn’t give a shit about him.
Y/N | Hey!—
M.K | Iglesias, you’re not just some fucking crumb on the sidewalk. You’re an elite soccer star with hundreds of thousands of eyes on you. Crying over females is weak male behaviour, and I’m not gonna FUCKING stand for it.
B.I | Huh?
M.K | You’re better off locking in and focusing on what actually counts in life. Saves you from looking weak and pathetic like you do right now.
Bunny’s tears weren’t stopping, however.
B.I | I am allowed to feel things
M.K | Sure, but as a man you aren’t allowed to show them. Simple.
Bunny quickly stood from his chair. Teddy followed Bunny’s actions.
B.I | No! I can do what I want! And matter of fact, this piece of shit podcast is one of the things I want to do the least!
M.K | Literally what?
T.K | Bunny’s saying that—
B.I | I’m gone. Bye.
Bunny stormed off crying, making Teddy rush to follow.
Once again, the studio only contained Kaiser and Y/N.
M.K | You know, Y/N, it’s not really normal for people to have the reactions that they have when they see you.
Y/N | I feel terrible.
M.K | That’s the point.
AD BREAK!
The studio was crisp and professional, and Y/N and Kaiser sat across from each other.
M.K | I think this about wraps up today’s episode. And Y/N, would you say you learned your lesson?
Y/N | There wasn’t any lesson for me to even learn.
M.K | It’s not just anyone who somehow has three exes that’re all New-Gen 11 stars. And it’s not just anyone who plays with those stars’ hearts.
Y/N | I’m not a bad guy—
M.K | It’s fascinating, honestly. Your face isn’t that remarkable, and your clothes are hideous. So what’s the attraction?
Y/N | Hey! Asshole!
M.K | You turned Vivien Hugo gay, you made Sae Itoshi yell, and you made Bunny Iglesias cry. How am I the asshole here?
a//n okay… um guys what do we truly think bcs i think my mind has fully rotted in the process of making this. im now a zombie. i feel dirty i feel rotten and the colours are all flat. um anyway ill probably never make anything like this again also alpha male kaiser is my new drug. also i promise to make something funnier tmr 🤫 kaiser r/aita?!!?
the pxg team locker room was usually a chaotic battleground, but today, it felt more like a dysfunctional family living room and as the team manager, you had plenty to do.
but somehow, your absolute favorite part of the job? mothering charles chevalier. sure, he was a football genius in the making but off the pitch?
he was just a cheeky 15-year-old who somehow had endless energy and an even bigger talent for causing trouble.
"look what i got, maman!"
charles practically bounced over before plopping down beside you with the biggest grin on his face. he held up an absurdly oversized designer hoodie like he'd just won the lottery.
"it matches my eyes, don't you think?"
"oh, it looks precious on you!" you cooed, instantly melting as you gently pat his head. "did you use the card i gave you?"
"of course!"
he smiled so innocently it immediately became suspicious. charles beamed, casting a smug, sidelong glance toward the doorway... standing right there, arms crossed and a deep scowl settling over his handsome face, was julien loki, your mans.
he hadn't even said anything yet, and he already looked tired. the kind of tired that only charles chevalier could cause.
"he is a parasite."
julien finally spoke, walking into the room before settling beside you, then he looks at you. "chérie, why are you enabling him?"
then back at charles.
"he has his own contract."
back to you again.
"he has his own money.....so why.. is he still spending mine?"
charles immediately shrunk back, putting on his best, most dramatic puppy-dog eyes and clutching your sleeve. "...mama-nager." he whispered dramatically. "lokincho is bullying me again."
you sighed.
"julien. stop terrorizing our son."
"excusez-moi...our what?" "our son."
you answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. charles nodded. "i've accepted this."
"i haven't," julien replied instantly.
"too late."
you smiled sweetly.
"we, yes we, and OUI. we already adopted him."
julien let out the biggest sigh imaginable as he wandered over, without thinking, he wrapped both arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. his glare, however, remained fixed on the blondie before him.
"the child," he said flatly, "... is currently draining my bank account."
charles tilted his head.
"...well, yes."
"see?"
julien gestured toward him. "he's not even denying it."
"because you're rich."
"char."
"what?"
"that's not helping your case."
"i don't have one?"
you couldn't stop yourself from laughing. you leaned comfortably against julien's chest before reaching up to kiss his cheek.
"it's a little late to teach him financial responsibility."
"why?"
"because we spoil him."
"...no you spoil him."
"we spoil him."
"non."
"oui."
"non."
you turned toward charles and held your hand out.
"come on. let's go spend your dad's money." charles's face lit up.
"mcdonal?"
"a happy meal."
"large fries?"
"obviously."
"mcflurry?"
"whatever you want, baby."
the two of you started walking toward the door hand in hand, julien watched the scene unfold in complete disbelief. "...incroyable." he muttered. "Il t'a contaminée..." [he's infected you.]
...
"fine."
he caught your wrist just long enough to kiss the side of your head. "but if either of you brings any fried potatoes into my car. the adoption is getting revoked, compris?" his eyes flicked toward charles.
"you can't revoke an invisible adoption." you say softly before kissing charles' forehead.
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