imagine having an argument with Idia's tablet in the middle of a hallway, and he's getting annoying so you just press the "end call" button and walk away.
・❥・sfw whatever could a pretty boy be doing all by himself so late at night? it's best you keep him company. maybe you'll both even learn a thing or two <3
the field was empty except for him.
you noticed that first, before you noticed anything else. the absence of other people, the way the space felt almost private despite being a public training ground. then you noticed the ball. then you noticed the person kicking it.
then you stopped noticing anything else entirely.
he was running a solo drill at the far end, something precise and repetitive that looked deceptively simple until you watched it long enough to realise that no, actually, it was not simple at all. every touch landed exactly where he seemed to intend it. every pass he sent against the rebound board returned to his foot like it owed him something. he had reddish-brown hair pushed back from his face by exertion, slim eyes that caught the low afternoon light even from this distance, and the kind of lean build that looked almost too elegant to be athletic until he moved.
when he moved, he looked like he had been assembled specifically for this purpose.
you sat down on the low wall running along the pitch's edge, crossed your arms, and watched for a solid two minutes before deciding this was the most productive use of your afternoon you'd encountered all week.
eventually your conscience, such as it was, suggested that staring at a man from a distance without his knowledge was a little weird.
you were, as usual, only half convinced.
"hey," you called out.
he didn't stop. didn't even look up.
"hey, football guy."
the ball hit the rebound board. he received it, pivoted, sent it again.
you cupped your hands around your mouth. "i'm talking to you."
he finally paused. turned his head. looked at you with an expression that could most charitably be described as deeply unimpressed, and less charitably as, why is this person existing near me.
"i'm practising," he said. his japanese was clean, almost formal.
"i can see that." you hopped off the wall and walked toward him at a pace you hoped read as casual rather than purposeful, because you had absolutely no business walking onto this field. "i was wondering if you wanted company."
"no."
"right." you stopped a few feet away, close enough to get a better look at him and immediately understand that the distance had been underselling it. up close he was, frankly, a lot. the teal eyes were striking, framed by long underlashes that softened what was otherwise a very cool, very composed face. he was watching you with something that was not quite irritation, not quite curiosity, hovering somewhere between the two. "do you want to play a match?"
there was a beat of silence.
"with you," he said.
"with me."
he looked at you for a moment the way a person might look at a pigeon that had just confidently walked into a restaurant. "can you play?"
you tilted your head to one side, considering. "define play."
his jaw shifted slightly. "have you ever kicked a football with intention?"
"i've kicked a lot of things with intention. footballs specifically…" you gestured vaguely. "the intention was always there. the result was more of a surprise every time."
something moved through his expression too quickly for you to catch. he turned back toward the rebound board. "no."
"come on." you fell into step beside him, matching his pace to the board even though he had not invited you to. "i'm not asking you to go easy on me. i'm asking for a match. whatever happens, happens."
"what happens would be that it's a waste of my time."
"your time," you said pleasantly, "is currently being spent passing a ball at a wall by yourself. i'm not sure the bar for waste is that high."
he stopped walking.
you kept going, picked up the ball from where it had come to rest near the board, and turned back to face him with it tucked under your arm. he was staring at you with an expression that seemed to be recalibrating something.
"give me the ball," he said.
"come play a match with me and i will."
the silence stretched long enough that you genuinely thought he might just leave. walk off the field, collect whatever he had come with, disappear. he looked like a man who had done exactly that to people before.
instead he said, "one half. fifteen minutes."
you smiled. "i mean, i would've accepted ten. but sure, fifteen, let's really commit."
"you're going to lose."
"obviously." you tossed him the ball. "but at least i'll have something to think about later."
he caught it without looking at it, eyes still on you. there it was again, that expression, the slight recalibration. like you'd said something in a language he hadn't expected to encounter.
the match was, in every technical sense, a disaster.
not a humiliating disaster. you had enough coordination to chase the ball, to occasionally redirect it, to throw yourself in front of a pass with enough enthusiasm that it counted for something. but he was operating on a completely different plane of existence. his movement was frictionless. the way he controlled the ball felt almost like cheating, like the physics of it bent slightly in his favour. you watched him pivot once with the ball moving faster than your eyes entirely tracked and made a noise that was, objectively, involuntary.
"that's…" you stopped chasing and stood with your hands on your knees, catching your breath. "that's honestly kind of obscene."
he had the ball. he looked at you. "what?"
"the way you move with that thing." you straightened up. "nobody should be allowed to be that smooth. it's indecent."
a pause. "it's technique."
"right." you started jogging back toward him. "is that what you call it. technique."
"what would you call it?"
you looked at him with great sincerity. "i'd call it foreplay, but i wasn't sure you'd know what that was."
the expression that crossed his face was, without question, the most entertaining thing you had witnessed in recent memory. it was not a blush, nothing so uncool as that. it was more a very brief, very controlled moment where his composure gathered itself like a cat that had slipped off a counter and needed a second to pretend it meant to do that.
he said nothing.
you grinned and made a run for the ball. he let you have it, which you understood even in the moment was an act of deliberate mercy, and you sent it sailing in a direction that had very little to do with any goal.
"you're not focusing," he said.
"i'm very focused," you said. "just not on the ball."
he retrieved it. when he came back, there was something different in the way he was watching you, a small shift from the total blankness of before. not warmth, exactly. more like attention. the real kind, the kind that notices.
"who are you," he said. it wasn't entirely a question.
"someone who sat on a wall and saw a guy being impressive by himself and thought, that seems like a waste." you shrugged. "you?"
he was quiet for a moment. "itoshi sae."
the name meant nothing to you. you nodded. "i'm going to tell you right now that i'm terrible with names so i'm going to call you 'football guy' in my head for at least the next week."
"don't."
"it's affectionate."
"it's wrong."
"so correct me when i use it out loud." you tilted your head. "which means you're planning on us talking again."
he looked at you for a long, steady moment. the late light was doing something generous to his face, pulling out the warmth in his hair, making those pale eyes seem almost soft. he was so composed, so deliberately contained, that the small thing that happened next felt enormous.
he picked up the ball. turned it once in his hands. then, without quite meeting your eyes, said, "your footwork needs work."
"my footwork needs a miracle."
"i could…" he stopped. seemed to decide something. "you hold the ball wrong when you receive it."
you blinked. "are you offering to teach me?"
"i'm telling you what's wrong."
"right, but in a way that implies you'd like to fix it."
another long pause. "maybe."
you let that sit in the air between you, resisting the urge to press. he was, you understood already, a person who would close a door if you pushed it too hard. you had gotten further than he had intended to let anyone get in fifteen minutes on a public training ground, and there was something almost careful in how he was standing now, the closed posture cracked open just a fraction.
"that sounds like a reason to come back," you said finally.
he bounced the ball once against the pitch, a single clean sound in the quiet air. not agreement, not refusal.
just a door, left slightly open.
you picked up your bag from the wall where you'd dropped it, pulled out your phone, and held it toward him. "give me your number, football guy."
he took the phone. typed something. handed it back.
the contact read: itoshi sae. not football guy.
you laughed, quiet and genuine, and he was already turning back toward the rebound board as if the whole exchange hadn't happened. but you caught it anyway, in the last second before he moved, the almost-invisible curve at the corner of his mouth, there and gone so quickly you could have convinced yourself you imagined it.
you didn't imagine it.
you walked home with that small, stubborn almost-smile living in your chest, warm and unhurried, the way things feel when you don't yet know how large they're going to grow.
an: not even gonna lie i had so much fun writing this. change from the usual smut but ts has me giggling like i got a crush for the first time :p expect a pt 2 <3
including: shidou ryusei, barou shouhei and itoshi sae
a/n: the reader threatens to use their free will.
ᡣ𐭩shidou
your eyes narrow in on the unsuspecting victim walking to the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist as he happily hums to himself. you on the other hand were "watching" something on your phone.
the perfect conditions for you to pull your bullshit pranks. you know what they say, a scare a day keeps the doctor away, or however that saying goes. the door closes behind him, music already blaring from his phone.
now, if you harboured any bit of decorum and compassion, you would have stayed seated on your shared bed, waiting for him to crush you to sleep (cuddle) but luckily you didn't. you stood up from your warm blankets and tiptoed to the bathroom door, holding in giggles.
you wait for the shower to begin running, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. and just as shidou reaches the highest note of the song he was currently belting to, you had switched off the light in the bathroom.
much like his singing, shidou screeches in utter fear, you hear the doors to both the glass shower door and the bathroom open. and out comes a tan unfinished mango running into the bedroom where he slips and slides across the marble floor.
you clutch your stomach cackling at shidou. "oh my god, you should have seen the...the way you flew." you wease.
"what have i done to deserve this?" shidou turns to face you, a small pout forming on his lips.
"nothing." you say wiping your tears.
ᡣ𐭩barou
you are a lot of things but being petty was surely one of them. while shopping you came a cross an item that was sure to bring amusement out of you and irritated from barou. why? because he threw away your two year eyeshadow palette that had supposedly "rotten."
indeed it was complete and utter madness!
there he sat on the white plush l-shaped couch. now, if you had lived alone you wouldn't even dare to pick such a risky colour but luckily the man you lived with was a clean-freak.
you walk to the couch, holding a "wet" canvas. "i'm finally done working on this piece, I think the colours came out pretty well." you say to your boyfriend, holding it in front of his face like you painted the mona lisa.
"i like it just don't get the paint on the co—"
barou's eyes watches the canvas fall in slow motion, he lifts his hand to try and catch it but gravity worked faster than his reaction skills, the painting fell right onto his plush couch
"..."
barou's eyes dilated as the silence stretched, his mind flipping through archives of knowledge on how to remove stains. he was done for.
unable to remain remorseful, you burst out laughing, his head snapping to you in shock, but unfortunately he was too stunned to speak.
"don't worry, it's washable ink, im not that cruel." you say giggling, a hand ruffling his gel free hair.
"tch."
ᡣ𐭩sae
sae, a man known for his accuracy on the field, his monk-like discipline. sae was a very particular man, especially about sleeping with an eye mask. maybe to others it would be insignificant, not essential for optimal alertness, but to him it meant everything. he couldn't go anywhere with them in his bag.
the man had an impressive collection ranging from silk, egyptian cotton and cashmere sleeping eye masks. yet, the one that he held dear was the one you got him as one of your birthday gifts.
you snuggle in bed pretending to sleep, when he rummages through your shared bedside tables for it, he stands in the middle of the room hands on his hips as he recounts what distracted him so much to the point of treating his gift so carelessly.
unbeknownst to him you hid his favourite one in your pyjama pocket. "what's taking you so long to switch off the lights and get to bed?" you sit up feigning a groggy demeanor.
"i lost it."
"what?"
"the eye mask."
"okay? just use your other ones."
"no, i need this one, i have an important game this week." he frowns, running a hand though his hair, his adorable bangs were down untainted by that godforsaken gel.
"which one was it, the black one?"
"yes, have you seen it?"
"oh, well... i kinda used it to squash a spider." you laugh awkwardly. it was very rare to pull expressions out of sae, if you did it was always subtle. but today, he was bewildered, beguiled, perplexed by your words.
"...you what?" he responds, his eyebrows practically touching his hair line. before he knew it all he heard was uncontrolled laughter, laughter he associated with the many tiktok pranks you pull on him. you wave the eyemask in front of him, your giggles pulling a small smirk out of him
"only you could say something as ridiculous as that." he mutters, switching off the lights, wearing his eye mask and sleeping like the princess he was.
a/n: i lowkey want to make a part two with hugo, kaiser and hiori
req, using german names lowk felt awkward cause i just used what other writers use but whateva! i was mainly listening to this while writing this fic if anyone cares
HAPPY PRIDE MONTH BTW!!! #bisexualbitch, love you all!
the overfamiliar sound of the passcode being entered into the apartment’s lock could be heard from where you were sitting in the living room and you practically sprang up, eagerness and anticipation in your steps, wasting no time as it echoed, waiting for kaiser to step in.
most of your interactions had taken place digitally as his training and major matches kept you away from each other. all you had known for months was the feeling of cold sheets and the emptiness of the apartment with his lack of presence. without his outgoing personality, you felt horribly lonely and what you craved more than anything after all this time apart, was his touch.
excitement was radiating off you as he stepped in, drawing his luggage in behind him — an unmistakable sign that he was here to stay, and you were leaping into his arms, hugging him tight as the door clicked shut.
“hey, at least let me put my stuff down.” he grinned while wrapping his arms around you, “missed me?”
“so much.” you whispered into his chest. your arms locked around him squeezed his body, just to make sure that this wasn’t all a dream, that he was really here.
you moved to plant kisses all over his face, each smooch a punctuation of every moment spent apart, lips memorising the feeling of his skin. “you’ve been taking care of yourself right?” you murmured.
he made a sound of affirmation, letting you pamper him before pulling your body flush against his, hands finding their natural place on your hips. he was kissing you gentle, his usual silly arrogance melting away with each peck and you could feel how much it meant to him that you were here holding him.
“missed you so so much.” you sighed into the kiss, pulling away when you remembered that were still standing in the doorway of the apartment surrounded by his suitcases. but you couldn’t help it, after being away from him for so long, you just wanted to stay like this.
you were kissing all over his tattoo, knowing it was his favourite spot, drinking up the sounds that left his lips. “so eager already?” he chuckled although he was letting you do as you please, angling his head back.
your lips pressed his neck softly, a wet kiss meeting the layers of coloured ink that decorated his skin. your teeth nipped lightly over his flesh and your tongue marked its territory.
your kisses began to trail down, sticking to his collarbone as heat brew in your core, the fuzzy feeling making you conscious of your open desire for him. slight shame washed over you, guilty that you were all over him the minute he had walked through the door.
you were pulling away, flustered by your bold actions but he was quicker, grip on your waist tightening, keeping you close as you avoided his gaze.
“don’t stop,” he was latching on to your neck now, “finish what you started.”
his kisses were hot and sensual, hands snaking up your top as you melted into his touch. his palm was oddly warm as he fondled your tit, using his thumb to slowly flick over your nipple, dragging a sweet sigh out of you.
he was helping you take off your top, pulling it over your head before hauling in again, this time seizing a nipple into his mouth. you whimpered at the feeling, it had been a while since you had felt his mouth on you, and oh how you had missed it. your fingers ran through his hair as encouragement, blood ruuning hot as you enjoyed the warmth of his mouth.
your eyes were screwed shut, focused on the familiarity of his touch only opening as his teeth bit down, sending a jolt through your body.
and then you remembered you were still stood in the entrance and that he had just literally stepped in.
you tapped at his back, “w-we’re still in the doorway.”
“not a problem.” he was hauling you up into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist and gazes locking. you could see the obvious burning desire behind them as much as you could feel it, his hands fondling the supple flesh of your ass and lips needily pushing kisses to your face. he was handling you with ease and walking down the hallway, forgetting about all of his luggage.
“but your stuff—? you need to unpack and rest.”
“rest?” he was scoffing dramatically, almost insulted, “schatz, i play soccer for a living and you think a petty flight would tire me out?”
well you couldn’t argue with that, and you had been waiting for this moment for ages. to finally be in his arms again, to taste, to touch, to feel.
he was quick to reach the bedroom, an adorable bop in his steps as he was pushing the door open, flicking the lights low and laying you down, bedsheets soft against your back.
his own top came off swift and your eyes swept over his breathtaking figure — his gilded abs, soft v-line disappearing under the confines of his pants and the thorns of his rose tattoo clung, alluringly, to his biceps.
now you truly felt conscious, your shirt was already gone but you could feel the same stomach turning shame from before creeping back up your spine. you hadn’t seen him for months. months. the stretch of time had only dawned on you now. how would he react to seeing you bare, in your most vulnerable state, after all this time?
the slight shift in your attitude didn’t go unnoticed. he watched your arms travel slow around your chest and your eyes avoiding contact once again.
“what’s wrong?” he was closing you in, face inches from yours.
“uh well…”
“look at me.”
you were meeting his eyes nervously, his blue ones glazed over with something soft, trying to get a read on your feelings.
“tell me.”
you let out a shuddering breath, “i just feel a bit awkward, i mean we haven’t seen each other in ages and—”
he interrupted you, “don’t get all shy about it, nothing's changed,” he was saying your name, syllables sweet on his tongue. his lips seized yours, catching you off guard momentarily before you were kissing him back. “you’re my perfect girl.”
you panted into his mouth, heart knocking against your ribs as the kiss grew deeper, hesitance fading away as you savoured the feeling you had missed so dearly. his hand was trailing along thigh, inching into your shorts and your legs spread wider almost on impulse.
he chuckled at the slick coating his fingers, pleased with the reaction he was getting from you. “needed me home, huh?” he was sliding two in, easing you open and ready for him. you moaned against his lips, the sound coming out sharp as his fingers curled to put pressure exactly where you liked it.
“yes, oh god.” you heaved, chasing his lips once again. your exchanged kisses were tender, your hand coming up to intertwine with the long blue locks at the back of his head to deepen it. his taste and musk in your lungs, your hips were chasing the friction with every flick of his wrist, heat coiling in within you and threatening to snap.
he was pulling away from you, a stringy line of spit connecting the two of you as his fingers slowed, a pouting look adorning your face.
“on my dick, schatz. i’ll make you feel good.”
he was getting rid of the rest of his clothes and yours, settling between your legs and lining up at your entrance. his flushed tip drooling pre as he coated it in your wetness, earning another desperate shift of your hips.
“you don’t know how much i’ve missed this.” he was saying exactly what you were thinking as he pushed in, inches stretching you open sweetly. he was bottoming out with a low groan as your cunt fluttered around him. no words needed to be exchanged between you two now, it was clear he had missed you just as much as smalls gasps of delight left the both of you.
he was looking at you, enjoying your squirms as you got used to his length yet unmoving because he didn’t want to hurt you. you met his gaze, showing you were ready and he was thrusting up into you, the mild plaps of your pussy sounding out.
he was leaning in, lips ghosting the shell of your ear, quiet german confessions leaving him. it felt like a fever dream — his soothing words, the warmth in your abdomen, that entire fact that he was here with you.
tears were building up in your eyes, but you tried to blink them away, shy of being overly fragile but he had caught them, smile on his face. “you crying, schatz?”
“i-i’ve just, hic!” you were sniffling, “..i know i keep saying it, but i mis-missed you.”
“oh fuck, say it again.” he groaned, sucking in a sharp breath as his dick throbbed at your words. thrusts slow and deep, pelvis meeting your cunt naturally, he was grinding at your sweet spot, leaving you whining at the depth of his cock, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close.
“i, ngh— missed you.”
“a-again.” he was finding your clit, hissing as your walls squeezed as he rubbed into it, melodic moans tumbling out your mouth.
“i-i missed you, mihya.” the nickname sounded so pretty coming from your lips.
his cock was twitching in your warmth, hips rolling and kissing the spongy spot that made you spasm. your cunt was aching for more, your passion insatiable and flaming as your body felt like it was underwater — drowning in euphoria as the knot in your stomach wrenched, sweet familiar feeling of an orgasm lurking. “aah— i’m gonna cum!”
“cum for me, liebling.”
and you did — drunk on him as pleasure washed over you, thighs shaking, pussy dripping and tightening up around his pulsing cock your eyes were glassy with tears again as they welled up, leaking down your cheeks.
“shit, that’s it,” he was holding eye contact, watching your sweet tears fall and face turn with pleasure, moans panting out of him. “gonna fill you good, like i always do.”
he was spilling with a low groan, seed shooting straight up your cervix, the satisfying feeling of being filled up making a pleased whimper leave you. grunts sounded from him as his hands came to grip bruising marks into your hips. his cum sticking to your insides and staying there as he remained in you.
you caressed his nape with feather light touches, wanting your heart to calm down but you practically couldn’t get it to. you were over the moon right now, happiness and ecstasy flowing through your veins as he gave your stinging hips delicate strokes.
you spoke the first words, breaking the silence. “you know, i couldn't wait till you got home today.”
“i know.” he was giving you a soft smirk, “i could see it your face.”
“really? i don't think i was that obvious.”
“you were all bouncy,” he was wiping your tears away, “if anyone saw you they'd think that i'd been gone for years.”
“it felt like years.” you sulked.
“did it?” he teased, etching back to pull out before you were stopping him.
“wait,” you kept him in with your legs, urging him to sink the rest of his dick back in. “i... wanna go again.” you mumbled timid, looking at anything but his face even though he was literally inside you.
“you think i'm done?” he smiled, casting your shying eyes on him by gently holding your jaw. “liebling, we're just getting started.”
You and Azul have a little girl, who is basically your husband's copy. From trying to make potions — even if Azul kept telling her she was "way too young to be making potions", but would still let her watch him from a safe distance away — to running her own "restaurant" (which was just a stove playset along with a small table and some chairs that her plushies would sit in as "customers"), she loved to mimic him, always saying that she wants to be just like him when she grows up, which never failed to melt you and Azul's hearts.
Wanting to be just like her dad though meant that your daughter would seek Azul out a lot, wanting to be next to her daddy as much as possible to learn the most she could from him, and while Azul didn't really mind this much, it made some things rather awkward, especially when it involved certain business that he had to take care of.
"As per the contract, the deadline was supposed to be last night at sunset, and yet you have failed to meet it." Azul said, scanning the contract in his hand while the man who sat across from him was sweating bullets. Azul put the contract down on the desk in front of him, folding his hands while giving the man a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Now, care to tell me why?"
"I-I'm sorry sir, but it wasn't enough time! Please, if I could just have some more-"
"You agreed when you signed the contract to the deadline, and you were made aware that there would be no extensions made to the date. But now that you have failed your end of the bargain, you expect me to make an exception for you?" Azul interrupted, his smile fading as he raised a questioning eyebrow. "I'm really sorry, but that won't work here. Now-"
"DADDY!"
Azul stopped in his tracks, completely caught off guard as his little daughter came bursting through the door of his office, quickly running up to his side to stare up at him. "Hi daddy!"
"Oh! Umm...Hi darling!" Azul said, getting his composure back as he picked his daughter from the floor to place her on his lap. "I wasn't aware that you were here."
"Yeah, me and mama just came here." She giggled.
"Really? And where is she?"
"Hmmm..." She put her finger to her chin in thought. "Talking to Uncle Jade I think." Azul nodded at her answer, she must have slipped away when Y/N wasn't looking he thought.
Meanwhile, the man that Azul was talking to sat entirely silent, surprised at how this cold businessman turned soft and gentle almost immediately when he saw his daughter, handling her as if she was a precious gem and speaking to her much less harshly than he was with him earlier. He almost would have found it cute if his fate wasn't still hanging the air.
Though, there was still business to take of, and as much Azul loved his little girl, he needed her out of the way for the moment. "Darling, why don't you go sit on the couch for me? I still need to take care of this...gentleman right here. I'll get to you once I'm done, okay?"
"Can I get a dessert?"
Azul smiled, lifting her to place her back to the ground, patting her head as he said, "Sure, just let me finish here first and I'll grab you a dessert."
She cheered, running to the couch to wait, swinging her legs as she hummed a tune to herself at the promise of a treat.
Azul turned back to his client, sighing as he looked down at the contract on his desk. "I would hate to let my daughter see anything unpleasant, so... you can get until tomorrow night to complete the task. Consider yourself lucky."
The man blinked at him. "I...yes sir! Thank you!" He stood up from the chair and shook Azul's hand. "I won't let you down."
Doubtful Azul thought, watching as the man quickly exited his office.
With another sigh, Azul got up from his chair, walking over to his awaiting daughter to take her hand. "Now, how about that dessert?"
A/N: I have no clue how little kids speak or act bro so please forgive me. Anyways, dividers by @angeliicide .
⋆.𐙚 ̊. What if Floyd Leech had a secret girlfriend? ꒰ trying to squeeze some fics out of my pea brain at the moment...
♡ In twst, we don't know of anyone who is currently in a relationship, has a crush, or anything like that. So what if Floyd was the one who managed to bag a babe? ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡
♡ I think it's kinda funny if Floyd, out of all people, had some secret girlfriend back home in the Coral Sea that nobody at school knew about (other than Jade and Azul ofc). Like, what if he just brought it up on some Tuesday or something, like he was just talking about the weather? Or imagine everyone trying to visualise what kind of girl would possibly date Floyd, and he's all confused because, duh, of course he has a girlfriend!
♡ I reckon the two of you met really young, like in elementary school, and instantly you clicked―two peas in a pod! Jade was happy that Floyd had found a worthy mate, and Georgina was simply over the moon when she first heard of his son's little girlfriend―you're simply adorable!
♡ The two of you would be so so adorable. It would be even more cute if Floyd's girlfriend happened to be a total sweetie pie! UGH, and imagine when the whole of Twst cast meet you for the first time, and it's a total shocker when they see this utter cute-patootie that is soooo in love with a clown (a cute clown heheee) like Floyd. And what's this? Floyd is actually a good boyfriend at that, whaaaaa?
♡ Anyways, that's just my thoughts hehe. I just love the idea of Floyd being head-over-heels in love and a total secret romantic. I would love to write a full fic on this, but I'll save it for the futureeee.
(umm so I needa post something but I have 2 request to finish (got them 3 months ago) and I have writers block and need to study for exams this week and then do those said exams the week after eeek....)
2k followers event, request no. 15: While cleaning Rin's room, you accidentally discover a hidden folder filled with his childhood photos and suddenly, the cold, intimidating striker becomes the cutest thing you've ever seen.
You were not supposed to find that folder.
Actually according to Rin, it was supposed to stay buried, locked, sealed, burned and thrown off the edge of the earth.
But too bad for him... you were cleaning his drawers. And when you opened a random drawer in his room, you found a neatly labeled USB drive.
Rin 0–10
Your eyes widen.
"...No way," you whisper and plug it in your computer.
A folder pops up.
Inside hundreds, hundreds of baby, toddler, and little kid Rin pictures.
That's when it happens.
You actually clutch your chest like you've been stabbed by cuteness.
"OH. MY. GOD. RIN. ITOSHI. YOU WERE A WHOLE MOCHI BALL—WHAT THE HELL—LOOK AT THIS FACE—LOOK AT YOU—YOU WERE BITEABLE!!!"
On the other hand Rin has just come out of shower, with towel around his neck, totally worried.
"Why are you screaming?"
Then he sees it, the screen, his baby face, and you violently pointing at the monitor like you've just discovered the meaning of life.
Rin freezes.
"No"
You whip around so fast the chair nearly tips over.
"RIN!"
His eye twitches.
You point at the screen with trembling fingers.
"YOU WERE A BABY."
"...Everyone was."
"NOT THIS CUTE."
You click another picture.
Tiny Rin sitting on a blanket in the grass, his cheeks so round they look VERY squeezable. His dark hair sticks up in every direction while he stares into the camera with a confused expression.
You gasp so loudly Rin physically flinches.
"Oh my God. YOU LOOK LIKE A LITTLE DUMPLING."
Rin immediately turns around.
"You sound insane."
"I AM FEELING LIKE I'M GOING INSANE." You clutch your chest dramatically. " BECAUSE LOOK AT YOUR FACE."
Rin groans and covers his ears, "Stop screaming."
But totally ignoring him, you click through another picture.
And another and another.
Tiny Rin holding a toy fox, tiny Rin wearing a dinosaur shirt, tiny Rin asleep in a car seat, tiny Rin covered in cake frosting, tiny Rin laughing.
Just tiny Rin being genuinely happy.
You feel tears gathering in your eyes as you point at the screen. "He smiled, he was happy, he had joy."
Rin immediately reaches for the mouse.
You yank it away.
"NO."
"Give it."
"NEVER."
"Give me the mouse."
Rin grabs the armrest of your chair but you cling to the desk.
A brief struggle begins, one that would probably look ridiculous to anyone watching.
An elite striker worth millions wrestling his girlfriend over childhood photos.
Eventually you win through sheer insanity and Rin loses because he's afraid you'll hurt yourself and brake the computer, so he lets go.
You grin victoriously. "I am keeping these."
"They're mine."
"They're mine now."
"They are absolutely not yours."
"They became mine when I fell in love with you."
"That's not how ownership works.
""It does, for ne."
Rin stares as you smile sweetly at him. He hates how often that smile works.
Anyways, ignoring his glare you click another picture.
In this picture baby Rin is fast asleep. His one tiny fist tucked against his cheek, his lips slightly parted, his blanket is tangled around him.
Completely defenseless, completely adorable.
You stare and point at the screen again, you hand is shaking.
Rin just closes his eyes.
"Look at him."
"No."
"I said LOOK!"
Against his better judgment, Rin glances, for one brief second, and immediately looks away again.
Because even he can admit, he had been a cute kid.
Rin sighs heavily but then you say the words that nearly stop his heart.
"I want our babies to look exactly like you."
Rin freezes because his brain has short-circuited. His ears are red too.
The kind of red he absolutely hates because you always notice.
And of course to his horror, you notice again.
"Oh my God."
"Don't."
"You're blushing."
"I'm not."
"Rin, you are literally red."
Rin turns away, which only confirms it.
You grin wickedly and walk toward him like a determined menace.
By the time you reach him, he's backed himself into the side of the bed.
You poke his cheek softly and his face immediately hardens.
But he doesn't move away.
"At least two."
His eyes widen.
"...What?"
"Children."
Rin nearly chokes and you laugh so hard that you nearly fall over again.
Rin watches you and despite all his complaints, all the embarrassment, his chest feels warm.
Because you're looking at those photos like they're priceless, like every version of him matters. Like not just the player, the striker, the version the world knows of him is only important.
Your laughter slowly quiets down as you lean against him, still smiling.
Still holding the mouse like a weapon.
Rin wraps an arm around your waist without thinking.
You immediately notice and grin."You love me."
"...Unfortunately."
The answer comes so quickly that you burst out laughing again making him roll his eyes.
Then you glance at the screen again and your eyes sparkle with dangerous ideas.
Rin recognizes that look instantly and immediately feels fear.
"Don't."
You look innocent. "I didn't say anything."
"Don't."
"What if Sae—"
"Absolutely not."
"But, he deserves to see—"
"No."
"The world deserves to see—"
"No."
"The future children—"
"NO."
You laugh so hard tears gather in your eyes.
And before you can continue your evil plans, Rin lunges forward. And the next thing you know, you're both tumbling onto the bed.
You squeal as he steals the mouse.
You try grabbing it back and he catches both your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head.
A few strands of his hair fall into his eyes, which is still slightly damp from the shower, as his face hovers inches from yours.
"Listen carefully."
You immediately start smiling, because whenever Rin gets serious like this, he's usually about to lose.
"I am not cute."
You snort.
"And I definitely was not a dumpling."
You completely lose it and laughter explodes out of you.
Rin's expression darkens, embarrassed.
Because he knows you're never letting this go, ever.
Years from now you'll still be talking about it. You'll probably show them to your children. You'll probably make albums heck you'll probably frame one and the thought alone makes him want to disappear.
But at the same time—
The image of you showing those photos to your future kids while laughing together settles somewhere warm inside his chest.
A future, a home a family. With you.
His grip softens.
You smile up at him and brush a strand of hair away from his face. "You're precious, you know that?"
Rin's throat tightens as his eyes flick away.
"...Shut up."
But there's no bite behind the words. Only embarrassment and the quiet vulnerability he rarely lets anyone see.
You lean forward and kiss his cheek.
His ears immediately turn red again.
And when you laugh softly, he buries his face against your shoulder in defeat.
"...You're impossible."
You wrap both arms around him, holding him close, smiling into his hair."Maybe."
Rin lets out a long sigh, the kind that says he's accepted his fate.
Because the photos aren't getting deleted, the folder isn't staying hidden anymore.
And for the rest of his life, you're probably going to remind him that he was once an absurdly cute little boy with round cheeks and with a stuffed owl.
A horrifying future, truly.
Yet as he quietly folds himself closer against you, listening to your happy laughter fill the room, Rin finds that he doesn't really mind.
can you do something where Hugo and reader are married and have kid and reader sends him pics of their baby or just their kid texting Hugo on readers phone :D thank you
missing my beautiful wife and daughter :(
texts with dad!hugo and his daughter and her mom (you !!) - no mature content btw, idk why it has a mature warning ugh ...
a/n : so sorry this took so long to make 😭😭😭 i hope u like it tho !! i think this was super tho cute ngl 🥺🥺
When the two of you found out you were having a daughter you were beyond excited even if Sae didn't show it.
Sae was an excellent provider, allowing you to stay home and grow your child while he took care of all of the logistics. You even noticed how he'd come home earlier to be there for you through all your moods.
And right now you were sitting on the couch with your laptop on your belly and a bowl of strawberries topped with whipped cream next to you while you shopped for items to put in the nursery.
Sae had just gotten out the shower and moved to sit behind me, pulling me in his lap.
You saw him eye the bowl with a hint of dissapointment but you trained him early in your pregnancy to not comment on your dietary choices, something that was very difficult for the professional athlete.
He rubbed your belly as he looked at the laptop screen, "find anything you like?"
"I like this changing table, but it's $350," you said, showing him a white and gold ornate changing table which was handmade with real wood and iron. "But there's another one from Walmart that's only $50." I switched the tab.
"Money's no issue, we aren't getting something cheap for our daughter." Sae fed you one of the God-forsaken strawberries and reached over to add it to the cart.
"Put some stuff in the cart for yourself too, you know I love to see you treat yourself." And when you hesitated he reached around you and added some things on your wishlist to the cart and bought it.
"Sae, you know I don't need all this."
"What's the point of me working if my wife can't treat herself?"
Sae Itoshi, a wonderful husband and you knew he'd be an even better father.
synopsis: there is nothing quite as mysterious as michael kaiser's hiccups. they’re as indestructible as his strength, the kind that remain despite every method of removal. but what you don’t know is, kaiser gets the hiccups when he’s nervous— and he’s always nervous around you !!
contents and warnings: fluff, comedy and chaos and crack, kaiser is bad at feelings, kaiser has a big fat crush on reader but refuses to realise this, easily flustered kaiser, manager reader, pains me to say this bc i lwk can't stand noel but wingman noel... </3 slight angst, minor mentions of kaiser's past, dark jokes?? idek but kaiser's loredropping like shoto does, reader is so stupid lwk and dense.
wc: 4.7k
a/n: this is a req of anon asking kaiser playing horror games with reader! i've always wanted to write a fic of the 'hiccuping nervour tick' and thought it'd be fitting to make it part of the req. this fic is inspired by masha and the bear's 'hold your breath' episode hehe! also idk why this came so long, but i hope u enjoy... sorry in advance for any typos i rushed wiritng this
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"Hic—!"
It's been like this for a while now.
The hiccups of doom and despair, one of the seven wonders the world had to offer, a mystery that was beyond the realm of human comprehension.
"Hic—!"
And you would've felt bad for him, really — he was in a state of constant inconvenience, the kind that would make even the most evilest stand user pity him — but you couldn't. Not when it was arguably the most annoying-est thing you've ever had to put up with!
"Hic—!"
You weren't the only one reaching your limit, the rest of the team — that had all gathered at the cue of the team's captain to discuss game strategies and training plan — were also nearing theirs.
"Kaiser, leave the room."
Hell, even Noel Noa, the man who prided himself for his calm and cool demeanour was beginning to show cracks in his appearance. A sight so unbelievably unbecoming of the composed, cyborg like man.
The worst part about all this, however, was that the man victim to the hiccups of doom and despair was none other than Kaiser himself.
Of all eight billion people living on this floating rock, and it to be him— him!
Of all goddamn people, it was him!
Fate had decided to play a cruel prank on the guy who could least handle it, dragging you all along with it and pitting you against the guy who's temper rivalled that of Zeus himself!
"You think I ain't tryna— hic-! Fuck! You think I'm, hic—! Shitting hell- hic—! Yoichi, stop fucki— hic—! LAUGHi- hic—!"
What an absolute and utter disaster.
Perhaps you were all being tested by God. Either that, or the whole lot of you had done an unthinkable deed of evil in your past lives and were now being punished for it with the athlete's uncontainable fury.
There was no sensible explanation for something quite as disastrous as this, and if there was, you would find it! You would find whatever the cause of Kaiser's endless hiccups were and put a much needed end to them!
And it seems, Noel Noa also seemed to share the same sentiments. Except, in a rather literal way…
His voice is thin as he addresses you, etched with the kind of irritation only a man considering the perks of retirement would have. "Do something about his hiccups."
"What?!" You aren't able to contain your disbelief, and neither does the man who's about to become your biggest headache.
"You can't possibly expect me to just— do something about it!"
"Hah— hic-!"
Kaiser throws you a bewildered glance, brows pinched together and mouth curled downwards, as if he's actually offended by your completely valid reaction. Just how much of a self-centred asshole was he, to have the absolute cheek of feeling insulted under the truth of your words?
"I've made myself clear." Noel says with a unbothered sigh, because he clearly isn't at all bothered by something that he can easily shove onto your plate. "You're the one in charge of the players' health, this is something that concerns your abilities."
"But—!" One look at the captain's cold stare and you're positively shitting yourself. Though you try not to let your fear fester, the endeavour pathetically futile under his frosty expression— a veiled threat of your forthcoming dismissal if you so much as thought of refusing.
"I, uh… I understand..."
How very not compliant of you.
"Hey wait—! You didn't even, hic—! Consult me— hic-! First!" Kaiser tries to get his two cents in, a rather pitiful sight that sends Isagi and his court of hideous goons into a fit of endless laughter.
"The both of you are dismissed." Noel chose not to entertain any of Kaiser's disapproval, not when the latter could barely get a word out without being interrupted by himself.
How ironic, Noel thought to himself humorlessly.
He was doing the hopeless athlete a favour and yet, still, the young man remained a hard-headed fool unwilling to acknowledge his feelings. He cast you one last and fleeting glance, taking in your slouched posture of defeat and your sorrowful expression before humming to himself with self satisfaction.
Exposure therapy was the best kind of solution to this sort of problem. You may not have realised it, but Noel was helping you out in a way you didn't even know was possible.
Was there shit in your pants?
Most definitely.
How could there not be?
This was Kaiser you were dealing with. The very same guy who threw food, curses, hands, fuck— even people at the slightest inconvenience!
You were under-reacting if anything!
"Haha…" You laughed, hoping to break the tense silence with the universal sound of humour. But rather than the mirthful response you were desperately praying for, the noise of his current predicament rung aloud.
"Hic!"
"…."
You didn't even have to meet his gaze to know he was pissed, the dark energy surrounding him enough of a telling sign to his dampened mood. Ah, Noel truly had dealt you the worst card as of yet.
How the hell were you supposed to even start with hiccup remedies when you were barely knew how to communicate with Kaiser?!
All the guy ever did was stare you down from a distance, distaste evident in his narrowed eyes as you happily conversed with everyone and anyone that wasn't him!
"Well, why don't we start by holding our breath?" Ness, picking up on the awkward air around the both of you, quickly stepped up before things could get nasty.
Like the angel on earth he was, Ness had offered, so kindly and sincerely, to help you find the cure to Kaiser's strange hiccups. You nearly fell to your knees with reverent gratitude, your unbridled tears a clear sign of your relief as you profusely thanked him for his involvement.
"We should!" You let a small smile slip at his comforting presence, being with Kaiser alone would have given you a heart attack and an early death, you've never been more thankful for Ness' presence than now.
Pointing to the illustration of a man holding his breath on the medial encyclopedia, Ness read aloud the text that accompanied it. "Remedies to get rid of hiccups: start by holding your breath for five minutes..."
"Five minutes?" You quickly interrupted, taking a peak at the inside of the book to confirm the bullshit he'd just spouted. "There's no way Kaiser's surviving holding his breath for five minutes! He's end up with irreversible brain damage!"
"Really? Well… what about two then?" Ness proposed after a thoughtful hum.
"Even that's quite long…" You pinched your chin in ponder, trying to rack your brain for what could be a more appropriate amount of time to hold one's breath for. "Well, we can just go until he can't!"
You would later eat those words, or rather, choke on them.
Because Kaiser, for some unexplainable reason, was able to hold his breath for an abnormal amount of time. You could not say the same for yourself.
"Pah—!"
You had tried, really, with every amount of effort you could muster to hold your breath alongside Kaiser— but you simply couldn't hold a candle to him. Unlike you, he was still going strong, face fixed into a deadpan as he comically clamped his mouth shut.
Sure, he was an athlete who had to have amazing breath control along his stamina, but this simply was beyond what a normal human could do! Even Ness had given up a short while after you, the need for oxygen taking precedence over anything else.
It truly was a wonder how Kaiser was still able to hold his breath, so much so that you were beginning to think he was cheating…!
He had to be breathing through his nose sneakily!
There was simply no other explanation for this, and deep in your thoughts of Kaiser's betrayal and fraudulence, you'd been unaware of his sudden silence.
Kaiser was no longer hiccuping, and if you hadn't been so enraptured in your head, you would've noticed! But you didn't, and you were still under the impression he hadn't been holding his breath properly.
So, much like the ignorant fool you were, you decided to take matters into your own hands.
You'd approached him, eyes dark with intent and brows furrowed solemnly. With no further warning, you grabbed his nose, pinching it tight, an endeavour meant to confirm that he was actually holding his breath.
What was meant to help get rid of his hiccups did quite literally the opposite.
Your sudden proximity knocked the wind out of him, the strength in his knees evaporating at the warmth of your hands on him— touching him.
"Hic—!"
His ears flushed with heat, tinting them a quaint hue of pink that you would've otherwise cooed at had Ness not pulled you off of him.
"[Name]! He can't breathe anymore!"
"Oh—! I'm so-" You were quick to apologise, guilt consuming you as you took in the sight of him: hunched over himself, knees drawn close to his chest as he chocked on his own spit, trying to collect his winded breath. "I'm so sorry!"
"It's- hic! S'fine…" Kaiser heaved, using the back of his hand to wipe the drool on his chin as he casually brushed you off. "I'm used to— hic- it… I choke myself oft— hic!"
God, it was so hard to take his trauma dumping seriously when he was still hiccuping like a hungry child who'd eaten their food too quickly.
"Hah…" Your shoulders drooped with the kind of despair that came from being tasked the impossible. "What's next on the list…?
This, was going to be so much harder than you expected.
And just as you suspected, it really was a task much harder than you'd initially thought.
The next remedy on the list to get rid of his hiccups was to have him inflate balloons. Much like the previous method, this method was meant to stimulate his vagus nerve whilst also raising the level of carbon dioxide in his blood — 'resetting' his diaphragm and stopping the muscle spasms.
It sounded simple enough, and it was, considering how Kaiser was surprisingly quick to heed to your advice. He'd listened to you so well — so well that you'd lost count of how many balloons he'd inflated!
Goodness!
Usually with others he never folded as quickly, matter of fact, he never folded at all. Always having something snarky to refute with just for the pure sake of ticking them off. But then again, he wasn't exactly in a state where he could refuse you given how he couldn't say a single sentence without interrupting himself…
So maybe..! Maybe he was trying to quickly get rid of his hiccups so he could spout all the nonsense he usually did?
"What's all this for? To decorate the clown's circus?"
You never took Isagi as the type to provoke people, he was always so kind when speaking with you, it hadn't ever crossed your mind that he could be so foul mouthed.
Hmm…
Though, considering how he was always on the receiving end of Kaiser's tom-foolery, it was actually more surprising that he wasn't more vulgar than he currently was…
"Hah? The fuck did you just say."
Kaiser, obviously didn't take well to Isagi's comment. The man liked to dish out so much sass, but the moment it was returned to him in full swing, he just couldn't take it.
If you weren't so in your head about the looming threat of his twitchy limbs that were itching for a fight, you would've maybe noticed by now that he'd uttered those words were without a single interruption from his hiccups. But you weren't, and now, he was trying to take a physical swing at his supposed rival.
To think a simple remedy for hiccups would turn out this badly… Well, you wouldn't have cared if there actually was someone to stop the fight.
Unfortunately for you, however, Ness seemed more inclined to join it than put a stop to it. Leaving you with no choice but to intervene.
"Kaiser! No, stop—!" Your arms were around him in an instant, feet pressed firmly against the ground as your tried to hold him back. An endeavour that was… surprisingly much easier than you thought?!
HUh?!
Kaiser didn't squirm in your hold like you'd expected, instead, he just stilled. Rigid, frozen solid, every fibre in his muscles becoming taut as you embraced him from behind.
What?
A deafening silence ensued following your sudden 'attack', the kind that stretched awkwardly long and painfully slow.
The only thing you could make out in the awful absence of noise was the tremor of his heart against his ribs and… sigh, you guessed it, his hiccups.
"Hic—!"
You just stood there, head pressed to the heat of his spine as you revelled in your umpteenth defeat. None the wiser to the fluster crawling up his neck from your touch and to the fact his hiccups
"Look at him! His ears are the colour of Chigiri's hair— pftt!"
"Shut— hic! Shut up, Yoichi!"
You payed no mind to their banter, not when the future with a 'no-hiccuping' Kaiser was looking awfully grim.
Damn it.
After the little stunt Ness had pulled on you earlier — dragging himself into a physical altercation with Isagi and his goons — you decided to relieve him of his self-imposed 'duties'.
Forget angel on earth, he was the devil.
There was no need for someone quite as heinous as him on your side to help figure out how to get rid of Kaiser's hiccups. Sure, the former's patience was that of a saint, but only under some circumstances.
You were probably better off figuring it out yourself, being blamed for injured athletes and their inability to play in the upcoming season was not something on your bucket list.
What was on the list of 'remedies to getting rid of your hiccups' however, was drinking lots of water in an uncomfortable position.
And that's exactly what you had dragged a shockingly willing Kaiser into.
You had tried every fucking position possible, face down and ass up— you name it.
And yet, because your predicament was just so pathetically amusing to the one responsible for all this, Kaiser's fuckass hiccups were very much still here — nowhere gone and clearly with no intent of leaving any time soon.
You cast a defeated glance to all the empty water bottles around you, a bone deep type of fatigue clinging to you as you thought about having to clean them up just like you did to all the balloons Kaiser had inflated in your previous attempt to get rid of his issue.
No one had the heart to help you! Leaving you with no choice but to pop each balloon individually and pick up after them on your own.
It was absolute hell, and now, you were about to suffer that same horrible fate again!
"Hic-!"
As if matters couldn't get worse, Kaiser just had to remind you of his sorry situation — his endless hiccups of doom and despair — that had still yet to make its disappearance!
"Ugh! Kaiser you're not drinking the water fast enough!" You couldn't hold yourself back from lashing out on him, your frustrations bleeding through what was supposed to be a reliable and composed front.
"I'm, hic-! —trying to!" He groaned, arms growing weak from his weight as he tried to balance himself upside down.
"Not hard enough!" You yelled right back at him, your earlier fears of the athlete now nowhere to be found as you nudged the water bottle closer towards his lips, something he was trying his absolute hardest to avoid.
His form immediately crumpled when you grabbed his face with no formal warning, a means to forcibly feed him more water. And you yelped from surprise when his body landed right on top of you, a crushing force that you hoped would quickly put you out of your misery.
God, he's been trying so hard!
Drinking so much water in the most uncomfortable position known to mankind to get rid of his stupid hiccups. And they worked, they really did!
But then you just kept coming closer towards him to examine his state or whatever bullshit you were spouting— and his shitty hiccups would fucking return again! More painful than the last, each one in synch with the fucking palpitations of his even shittier heart that hammered against his ribs!
How clueless were you?! How had you not connected the dots yet?!
You were praised endlessly as an intelligent member of the team, but you were arguably the dense-est fool he had the misfortune of ever coming across!
Kaiser heaved, each breath heavy with regret as one hand massaged his bloated stomach. Fuck, you'd been giving him so much water he thought he was about to explode from the sheer weight of it.
"Kaiser… get off of me…" You huffed beneath him, realising that being suffocated under his weight would not be a quick death.
"Don't tell me- hic-! —what to do.." He warned pitifully, his voice weakened from the constant strain the hiccups were having on his throat. A pathetic sight from the usually cocky man.
You didn't response to him, instead, you watched him from the corners of your eyes, taking in his furrowed brows and clenched jaw, all telling signs of the painful headache he must be experiencing from the ceaseless hiccups.
Ridden with guilt, you reached out to hold his head from your constrained position, paying no mind to the way he flinched from the sudden contact. Deft fingers worked to massage his tense expression, working their way through the lengths of his two-toned hair before they settled on his throat — a rather intimate placement that knocked the air clean out of his lungs.
"What- hic—! What are you—!?"
Your face contorted with sorrow, the kind of expression that quickly shut his mouth free of any complaints, replacing them instead with spluttering fluster.
"Your head must be in pain, right…?" It was almost comical how your eyes glazed with compassion as you imagined the kind of agony he was in. "I'll find a way to get rid of them, I swear."
He didn't heed well to your promise, pushing off of you with record breaking speed and unbelievably pink ears.
"Shut— hic-! up…" He whined, rubbing his hot cheeks with the back of his hands as if that would physically wipe away their quaint shade of rouge. "You tryin- hic—! …to kill me?!"
What the hell was with you, suddenly attacking his weak heart with that concerned expression?!
The next and final method in the medical encyclopedia was to scare the person with the hiccups.
So you did exactly that.
You grabbed his unsuspecting shoulder with no warning, appeared before him when he least expected it whilst yelling a quipped but spooky 'boo!' as you held your hands out like claws— hoping to startle the hiccups out of him.
What you didn't expect, was for your jump-scare to knock the consciousness straight out of him.
Kaiser had frozen still as a log, not before his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and then— he was falling!
Not head over heels for you, but to the ground headfirst!
The impact was loud.
And gosh, just remembering what conspired after that was spiking your cortisol.
An eerie silence accompanied his sleeping form, but even then, his ridiculous hiccups had yet to leave. It truly felt like the divine was mocking your predicament, finding cruel amusement at the mere prospect of you losing your job.
And that's how you were here right now.
Sitting beside him in the monitor room with too many screens to count, not to watch any reruns of previous games, but to play a two player horror game…
You didn't want to have to resort to this, but seeing as how scaring him yourself turned out to be an absolute failure, you were left with no other choice.
Watching a horror movie was one thing, but playing a horror game was another thing entirely. Actively participating in the paranormal activity was much scarier than just being a passive observer.
You tried not to let your terror show, but your trembling hands along with your unmoving character were a dead give away. It wasn't much help that Kaiser, despite not knowing much about video games let alone the horror ones, was doing all the carrying.
Gaze glued to the screen, his fingers moved the joystick with the ease of a veteran, expertly manoeuvring his character with flawless precision and zero wasted movement. He was quiet for the most part, occasionally consulting you with any questions he had and just hiccuping away as if he hadn't just casually completed almost all the tasks on his own, whilst you had yet to even begin your first one!
Who would've thought, that the athlete who's barely ever played video games would've been such a pro?
You'd given up a long while ago, choosing to sit close by his side and watch him wordlessly take on the workload you'd just piled upon him.
Kaiser, strangely, seemed to enjoy it.
Perhaps not outwardly considering how his face was fixed into that bored expression he always wore, but the way his eyes glimmered with the slightest bit of anticipation, and the fact that he was still playing along, not all bothered with having to carry the both of you to victory, it was safe to say he was having fun.
And the mere notion of it had you sit with your fears, forcing yourself to enjoy the moment of shared intimacy.
It was nice… well, sort of.
The character picked up the ringing phone call per Kaiser's command, a monologue sounded from the speakers as the audio rung out in the quietness of the 'night'.
"Uh, hey, do me a favour. *bang bang* Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the back room? Yeah..? *bang bang* I'm gonna— shit, try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won’t be so bad. *bang bang* Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back— t-t-there. *phone call cuts*"
You immediately grew tense following the noise of static screeching from afar, your stomach churning with unbelievable amount of dread as you tried to keep your wavering eyes on the screen.
The character put the phone back down onto the desk, moving across the room to open the CCTV cameras that were placed haphazardly all around the building in different rooms.
The static noise of camera shutters sounded as Kaiser apathetically flipped through each of the live footage, carefully checking to see if there was anything out of ordinary, only to sigh with something that sounded akin to disappointment as he lingered on one particularly empty screen.
He scratched his head for a moment, as if quietly accepting his defeat, a quirk that went unnoticed by you who was intently staring at the screen with growing confusion.
Why the hell did he just suddenly go afk—?
Your countless questions were quickly answered when he clicked off of the camera footage.
"ARGHHHHH!!!"
You're pouncing the closest thing next to you in your bout of fright, your scream louder than the animatronic's screech — the kind that breaks the sound barrier with its sheer volume and gave people irreversible hearing damage.
The scent of Kaiser's shampoo instantly invades your senses, a familiar fragrance that calms your hay-wiring nerves into one of stillness. Your trembling heart follows suit, finding quaint comfort in Kaiser's warmth as you settle against him—
Hmm?
There's barely a sound that escapes him. Even as you press your ear snug against his rigid chest, your hands palming his rounded pecs with zero shame, you can't make out anything…
No way—!
The realisation slaps you hard, knocking the confusion off of your face and replacing it with unbridled excitement. Your arms are around him in an instant, squeezing him into your proximity as relief tugs on your features.
"Kaiser!" You call out so damn happily, your head turning to face him as you cheer with just as much glee. "You're hiccups are—!"
"Hic—!"
"…." He's never seen someone's smile drop so quickly, not even his taunts have ever had this much of an effect on anyone.
"Hic-!"
"..not gone… sigh."
Running your hand across your face, you refuse the urge to bang your head against anything from the absolute crushing despair that overwhelms you. Though the effort is as futile as your many attempts to get rid of Kaiser's hiccups, so instead, you break down with absolute defeat.
"WAH!"
Kaiser's eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets as you weep into his arms, all decorum you usually kept thrown out the window as you wipe your snot all over his shirt.
"I've tried everything! Everything, sniff, and nothing is— hic—! WAHH! Now, sniff, I have the— hic—!"
The athlete is left at a loss for words, completely gobsmacked as you lament your sorrows away in his chest. Somehow finding comfort, or irritation, he's not sure which of the two it is, in your shared discomfort of hiccups.
"I'm, sniff, I'm so sorry…! Hic—!"
"Stop, hic-!" He finds himself petting your head like you did to him earlier, his calloused fingers pressing at your temple with gentle firmness to ease the pain that came with hiccups. "Stop crying… ugh, hic—!"
"But Michael—-!" Your lips are wobbly as you address him, chasing the heat the pads of his fingers emit with desperation. "What will we do—!?"
"Tch," his hands wander to the blobs of tears that collect on your lashes, wiping them away with foreign tenderness he'd always feared he was incapable of. The feeling of comfort is a foreign concept to him, but he wishes to return your softness with his, if even if it's unbecoming of him.
"You've got the hiccups cuz', hic—! B'cause you keep crying…"
"Huh..?" Your noise of confusion is mistaken for more sorrow by Kaiser who consoles you in the only way he knows.
"Stop crying… hic-! You look unsightly…"
Kaiser says one thing, but he does another. His words are cruel as they insult you, but his actions are so unbelievably soft for a man who knew only how to be rough, brash and difficult.
"I have the hiccups, hic—! B'cause I'm crying…?" You repeated with great effort, glossy eyes finding his amidst the wells of your tears.
"Yeah…"
"Then…" Your voice trailed off as you neared him even further, gaze tracing the way his throat bopped with rapt intrigue. "What about you…?"
"I—" He stops himself before he realises, eyes widening a fraction as he took in your features and how they curved with the feeling of concern. "I…"
"You…?" You urged on patiently, your hiccups slowly fading away as your sorrow began to ease within his warmth.
Kaiser wasn't stupid, he knew why his hiccups refused to cease, and it was all because of — because you!
But he couldn't tell you that, he couldn't admit the truth! Not when you mentioned earlier how you'd get rid of whatever it was that caused him this annoyance! You said it so seriously, so readily— and Kaiser feared that if he really was honest with you, you'd end up doing something terrible to yourself.
"Food…" He hesitated for a moment, "I eat too- hic—! fast… and drink too much—"
"You drink too much energy drinks..?" You finished for him with a curious tilt of your head, your brows furrowed so cutely he thought his heart was going to jump out of his throat at the mere sight of it.
"Yeah…" He let out a shaky nod, his arms unconsciously finding their way around you, pulling you infinitely closer as he revelled in the way you melted into him with no complaints.
It's better this way, he told himself.
Yeah, no longer being allowed to have energy drinks would be hard, but it was far better than having you gone from his sight.
Kaiser would much rather suffer eternally with these hiccups if it meant spending time with you.
“—and once again, you scored a hat trick this match against arsenal. mr. isagi, is there anyone or anything you’d like to thank? a certain someone, perhaps? after all, this is one of the most important matches in your career.”
at the mention of a “certain someone”, a pale pink dusted isagi’s cheeks. he rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish smile making way onto his face at the interviewer’s question.
isagi wasn’t a fan of press conferences, especially not with the amount of paparazzi surrounding him, but being able to talk about a certain someone totally changed his mood, every time.
“my partner,” isagi looked down at his hands as he fiddled with his fingers like an embarrassed schoolgirl. a few members of the crowd oohed.
“your spouse, correct? yes, i’ve heard you both have quite the close bond. you’ve been together since high school after all.” the interviewer acknowledged. isagi nodded. “do they know how highly you speak of them?”
“uh, hopefully. actually, they’re probably watching this right now.” isagi looked straight into the camera, a wide boyish grin playing at his features, although it only emphasized his red face even further. “babe, i know you hate it when i call you out, but you are just so absurdly incredible and beautiful and i love you so much.“
the crowd burst into applause. sports industry legend isagi yoichi was just so in love with his partner.
“all of my goals are dedicated to you, love. i’m so lucky to have spent so much time with you and each ounce of your support lifts me up so much.”
back home, you stared at the screen dumbfounded. but eventually, you let out a tiny smile and a sigh. the man you married was totally, absolutely annoying.
dad!sae who tells people he's strict, organized, and runs a tight household, only for those same people to witness his three-year-old daughter wearing one of his shirts as a dress while sitting on his shoulders.
dad!sae who starts every morning with a plan and ends every evening wondering how that plan got completely destroyed by two toddlers with unlimited energy.
dad!sae who can identify which twin is running toward him purely from the sound of their footsteps
dad!sae who acts annoyed whenever ren clings to his leg while he's cooking, but the second ren stops doing it for a few days, he notices immediately.
dad!sae who secretly loves answering their ridiculous questions because hearing how their little minds work is genuinely fascinating to him.
dad!sae who finds himself smiling at things he never would've noticed before becoming a father. tiny shoes by the door. children's drawings on the fridge. stuffed animals scattered around the house.
dad!sae who lets the twins "help" him cook even though their help usually creates three times more work.
dad!sae who pretends he's teaching them responsibility when really he just likes spending time with them.
dad!sae who always ends up with little fingerprints on his clothes because his children touch everything, including him.
dad!sae who claims he doesn't spoil them but immediately buys the dinosaur-shaped nuggets because hana asked nicely once.
dad!sae who can never stay annoyed when they apologize because they always sound so sincere.
dad!sae who has absolutely carried both twins at the same time despite them getting heavier every month.
dad!sae who loves hearing them laugh together because it's one of those sounds that instantly makes every bad day disappear.
dad!sae who still gets surprised every time one of them says "i love you" first.
dad!sae who definitely melts whenever the twins defend him.
dad!sae who has hundreds of photos of them on his phone but never tells anyone.
dad!saewho always says "be careful" at least five times a day because apparently keeping tiny humans alive is terrifying.
dad!sae who gets emotional whenever the twins fall asleep on him.
dad!sae who knows exactly which stuffed animal belongs to which twin and heaven help anyone who mixes them up.
dad!sae who secretly loves when the twins crawl into his lap while he's trying to do something important.
a/n dad said no to nuggets guys. tysm for reading and other than that theres nothing more to add !!
the itoshi kitchen was usually one of the quietest rooms in the house. sae preferred it that way. everything had a place, everything stayed organized, and most importantly, everything followed a schedule.
unfortunately, his three-year-old twins had never cared much for schedules.
“stay out of the kitchen,” sae said calmly, continuing to chop vegetables on the cutting board in front of him. “it's dangerous.”
a small tug immediately pulled at the hem of his apron. sae paused and looked down, ren stood beside him, gripping the fabric with both hands while stretching onto his tiptoes.
“daddy,” he announced proudly. “look how tall i am.”
sae stared at him for a moment. “you're not tall.”
“i am!”
“you're three.”
“that's tall.”
sae sighed softly and returned to chopping. before he could continue for more than a few seconds, another voice called out from behind him.
“look what i found!”
he turned around immediately. hana stood inside the pantry holding a large can with both hands. she looked entirely too pleased with herself.
sae closed his eyes briefly. “hana.”
“yes?”
“put it down.”
“why?”
“because you'll drop it.”
“no i won't.”
the can slipped from her hands before she could even finish her sentence, it hit the floor with a loud bang, both twins burst into laughter.
sae pinched the bridge of his nose. sometimes he genuinely wondered how children survived long enough to become adults.
“can we have nuggets?” ren asked suddenly.
“no.”
“please?”
“no.”
“pretty please?”
sae glanced down at him. “we're having salmon.”
ren tapped his chin a few times, deep in thought. “salmon is pink.”
“correct.”
“that's weird.”
before sae could answer, hana appeared beside her brother.
“flamingos are pink too.”
“yes,” sae said carefully.
“can flamingos play soccer?”
there was a long pause.
“no.” sae answered.
“why?”
“because they're flamingos.”
hana seemed to think about that for a moment. “what if they practiced?”
sae looked toward the ceiling. somewhere in the living room, he could hear you laughing, you were absolutely enjoying this.
“mama!” hana called loudly.
“yes, baby?” your voice answered.
“daddy's being grumpy!”
“i know!”
“i'm not grumpy,” sae replied immediately.
both children stared at him, neither looked convinced.
eventually, sae managed to relocate both twins to the edge of the kitchen while he finished preparing dinner. for almost three full minutes, there was peace.
then,
“daddy?”
sae didn't look up from the stove. “what?”
“i love you.”
the words were so sudden that he froze.
when he finally glanced over, both twins were sitting together on the floor, looking up at him expectantly, waiting.
his expression softened immediately. “i love you too.”
ren grinned, hana cheered.
and just like that, whatever irritation sae had been feeling disappeared completely. because the truth was, he never stayed annoyed with them for long. not when they followed him around like little shadows, not when they insisted on helping with everything, and definitely not when they looked at him like he hung the moon.
ten minutes later, ren was standing on a chair helping wash vegetables while hana stirred ingredients she wasn't technically supposed to touch.
sae knew it was slowing everything down, he knew dinner would take twice as long, but he let them help anyway.
because despite the chaos, despite the messes, and despite the endless questions that somehow never stopped coming, these were his children.
and if there was one thing sae itoshi loved more than football, it was his family.
a/n was this buns? yeah. ouu shii imma ask my dad for nuggets. tysm for reading and other than that theres nothing more to add !!
if there was one thing about sae, it’s that he’s the most honest person around.
it was always safe to ask him for unsolicited advice because of how blunt he was. he never held back a single thought, never sugarcoated any of his words.
you never felt as if you had to question his words, because he was just so straightforward. and sae always says things so plainly—which was also why it was particularly heartwarming to hear him say “i love you.”
but there’s one secret that itoshi sae would never, not once in his life, tell you.
“big brother, have you ever thought about who you’re going to marry when you grow up?” rin asked, round aquamarine eyes stared at his older brother.
“isn’t that obvious?” sae replied, raising an eyebrow. “i’m going to marry soccer, duh!”
“but big brother, soccer can’t kiss you or hug you.” rin said worriedly. at ages 5 and 7, neither of the two were particularly knowledgeable in the field of romance.
“erghhhhh…” sae gripped rin’s hand. “then i’ll marry someone who is kick ass at soccer and can beat me in a one-on-one! yeah, that’s my type. someone who’s super duper good at soccer.”
now, sae stares at you, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, as you struggle with the soccer ball in front of you. the more you chase it, the farther it goes. the more you kick it, the more out of control it gets. you’ve fallen face first on multiple occasions just today.
he lets out a sigh before he picks up the soccer ball. “you’re awful,” he looks at you disapprovingly, your hands and parts of your face covered in soot. “when was the last time you touched a soccer ball?” sae asks.
“before today…? like, elementary school.” you recount. sae deadpans; no wonder you’re so bad at this.
“looks like there’s no hope.” he swipes his thumb across your face, brushing away some of the soot. when you lean into his touch, his eyes soften ever-so-slightly.
it’s ironic, a total cruel twist of fate. after all, sae had promised himself to marry someone who was a pro at soccer. but instead, he ended up with a total amateur and could barely touch a soccer ball without faceplanting.
but as sae watches you use your fists as a weak attempt to clean your face, he can’t help but feel warmth seep through his chest.
soccer or not, pro or not, it doesn’t matter to sae. because as long as it’s you, even if you’re a total idiot at soccer, sae would choose you every single day of the week.
writing this at 4 am in the airport rn :p i’ve got a 6 hour layover after my flight, then i’ve got a 13 hour flight. i’ll try to get in as many drabbles as i can
Waring :- ignore the nagi's like count I wanted to make 5 million but accidentally made it 58. M 🐸and isagi comment section likes too i got lazy to change it
ᝰ.ᐟNagi Seishiroִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ
You and Reo teamed up for this one. It was entirely your idea to announce your relationship through a social media post, a plan that Reo enthusiastically hijacked. His philosophy was simple: if you're going to post, why not make it an absolute aesthetic masterpiece? He suggested a "soft launch" photo first, treating the rollout like a high-budget marketing campaign
And Nagi? He was basically a hostage—well, a bystander—in the whole operation.
You found the perfect reference photo of a couple standing barefoot in the surf, and Reo immediately went out and bought ridiculously expensive waterproof pens set for you to execute the operation . This, of course, led to Nagi complaining and whining for hours. To him, showering was already a massive hassle, but trying to scrub off Reo's premium waterproof products took two days of intense rubbing, leaving his pale skin completely flushed.
When the post dropped, the internet went into a meltdown while Nagi, however, didn't understand why people kept bringing Reo into the comment section. Not that he actually minded or cared about the public's opinion—he was just genuinely confused.
Because Nagi generally doesn't keep himself updated about social media trends , he had absolutely no idea what the comments were saying until you sat on his back and read them out loud to him.
The white-haired boy was just entirely satisfied with the post-operation back massage you were giving him. In his head, it was way too much of a hassle to think or care about what a bunch of strangers on the internet thought. Let them write their theories. As long as he got to laze around with you, that was all that mattered.
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Karasu Tabito ִֶָ. ࣪ ִֶ𓄿་༘࿐
Karasu was visibly tweaking after posting this. The boy had wanted to be all smug and smart-aleck, fully intending to dismantle whatever predictable comments appeared under the tweet with his usual sharp wit. After all, Karasu had planned this for a while. He had talked it over with you, gotten your explicit consent, and even analyzed a few soft launches made by celebrities in the past to study exactly how ordinary people reacted to that kind of media play.
Based on his data, he fully expected the comment section to be divided into three neat categories: supportive, confused, or hating.
He was prepared to pick those apart. He was not prepared for whatever absolute circus this comment section turned into.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀Rin itoshi ৻ꪆ
He definitely read through the comments at least twice, which was something he never did in general—honestly, he rarely even posted to begin with. But this time, he just sat there in absolute silence, brutally judging every single reaction while secretly agreeing with every comment that praised the two of you as a couple.
It had been your idea to announce your relationship suitably online and Rin would rather die than admit out loud that he was actually intrigued by the concept When you first suggested it. So he had simply shrugged, telling you to do whatever you wanted because he couldn't care less about what a bunch of lukewarm, mediocre nobodies had to say about his life. But internally? The mere thought of the world knowing that you belonged to him—and that he belonged to you—was profoundly pleasing to his ego, his pride, and his heart.
Rin nonchalant in front of you like he was doing this to indulge you only, but his actions completely gave him away. He didn't complain once he wa leaning on you, letting you make him try out several different poses and photo references, before finally settling on this one.
Once the shot was perfect, he stared silently at the picture for a solid 4 minutes, before hitting upload—without giving his PR team a single second of advance warning.
𐙚⋆.˚Sae itoshi 𐙚🧸ྀི
Sae being Sae, he posted it randomly on his feed simply because he felt like it.
It was a random Monday night. You were fast asleep, your hands wrapped securely around Sae's waist while he was occupied with his phone, boredly clearing out notifications from mindless sports journalists. He spent a moment glaring at a draft a sponsor company had sent him—one he had absolutely no intention of actually publishing—to promote some lukewarm product he couldn't care less about.
To say he was frustrated was an understatement. He was thoroughly sick of the endless questions and media allegations accusing him of not respecting or representing his country, despite having the elite talent to do so. As if it were his personal problem or duty to carry the weight of the entire nation's football team on his back. How was it seriously his fault that Japan couldn't even secure a win against some mediocre, uninspired team?
With a click of his tongue, he shut off the device, preparing to sleep himself, when he felt you shift slightly against him. His eyes fell upon your peaceful, sleeping face. He paused for two seconds, the lingering irritation evaporating as his shoulders relaxed unconsciously.
You had zero idea that the very next morning, you would wake up to the yowling and squawking of poor Dabadie echoing from the living room of your shared apartment.
Sae looked like he was silently judging Dabadie's entire bloodline, while the manager was doing his absolute best to explain that Sae couldn't just randomly pull stunts like this out of nowhere—at least, not without consulting him first.
"Handle it yourself if you're having a problem. That's your job anyway," was all Sae had to offer to his manager's misery.
Leaving a stressed-out Dabadie standing in the middle of room, Sae stood up and walked over to you, offering you his your morning coffee to a confused version of yourself who still had absolutely no idea what was going on.
⋆˚꩜｡Isagi Yoichi ⋆˚࿔
Yoichi was sitting across from you, having just taken your photo and handed over his phone to see if the post was up to your liking. He was eager to hit upload because, of course, the boy wanted the entire world to know that he was the one who got the cookie.
Initially, Isagi was absolutely loving the chaotic teasing from his Blue Lock teammates in the mentions—right up until Kaiser decided to pollut isagi's comment with his presence.
While you were busy finishing your plate isagi was finishing Kaiser's public image.
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A/n:- did I get a bit too rude at isagi's one :').
CONTENT WARNINGS. fluff + angst if you squint + edging + smut + sae being a tease + body insecurities
NOTES. dedicated for @blooming-aster .
SYNOPSIS. sae got an angel and it's you.
sae wouldn't deny that outside of soccer, his knowledge about everything is nothing.
yet, he indulge himself with things that reminds him of home. ask him his favorite tv show, he would answer chibi maruko-chan. in which people find it odd, a prodigy like sae liking cartoons but everyone's eccentric in this world and he's allowed to like everything and he couldn't care what others would say.
soccer is his dream. soccer is his passion. sae lives in this mundane life of his where he had nothing to do but to wake up and play soccer and he thought it would be his whole life in the remaining days of his life and it doesn't prepare him when you turned his world upside down.
it took a lot for him to process that he have someone now and soccer isn't the only purpose he have in life. understanding that soccer the sport he played his whole life, poured blood, sweat and tears into it would be the only thing he believes but now when you came into his life. a new light surrounds him.
his new purpose is to love you.
it was slow. sae had said he doesn't know nothing besides soccer let alone being in a relationship. he heard his teammates about their significant others, their side chicks and their arm-candies weekly and it's different when he have you.
it took him months to adjust to be with you. to feel everything was normal. he still can't believe there was you besides him when he wakes up, your sleeping face would greet him. snoring softly, baby hairs draped into your forehead and then to your cheeks. are you for real? he would ask that sometimes.
sae thinks back, reminiscing on how you plague his thoughts every damn time. he should be focusing on his soccer. on his plays. he can't fuck things up. he needs to prove the world how he grown up, how he became the best of the best. you are just nothing but distraction and yet, you is the only thing he can think of.
after his plays, his eyes would search for you in the sea of the roaring crowds. look back and forth. turns around. pretends he's wiping his sweat but his eyes were restless. i need to see you. i want to hear you cheer for me and when he finds you waving and beaming up at him. it's like after the storm from how clear his mind was and the first rays of sun shining in his eyes. he could be blind.
he's not in love. he convinces himself. it's nothing. it would pass but it never did. it took him a long time to understand why his heart would beat faster when you're around, when he thinks of you. how his heart aches when he can see you admiring someone who isn't him. how your smile could complete his day and when you praised him, you'll be completing his month. craving for your attention when it's given free for him by the thousands and needing only yours. tell him he's the best, the one and only and this must be love.he comes in that conclusion. he's in love. definitely.
in that moment he knows, you're the right one for him amidst the crowd.
there is a invisible force about you that draws him towards you. something he never knew he would find and you have it but he never knew what was it. maybe it's the way you brighten up his days. made him feel appreciated for all the efforts he put in when nobody had. he thinks of all the possible ways what made him like you, loves you but there's no answer to it.
it was awkward when things got official. should he kiss you? would you like to hug him? hold his hand, maybe? he had no idea. sae searches in the internet. google could help him and he sees the answers so he did it. waits for your reaction when he first held your hand in his and you seem to like it. he didn't let your hand go. the first kiss? it was short and sweet. it didn't stay that like that for long though. kisses you everytime he had the chance, leaves you breathless every damn time. and hugs? sae was stiff but hugging you melts all his troubles away. where have you been all his life when you're the answer to every question he have.
the water splashed around him, dripping in the rim of the tub as he settleds down. tight muscles loosening, he finally can breathe. the steam wafts providing relaxation and sae leaned back. feel the comfort of the tub and splashes himself with the water.
he hears the bathroom door open and his breath hitched. standing in the door, you were stark naked with a bashful look in your face, hands covering the bits of your body. how long it had been since you two lived with each other and you still act like it's the first he had seen when sae albeit his stoic expression can be a little bit expressive when you're around scratch that, you bring the tiniest and the most emotions he didn't knew he have.
"stop staring." you scold him, dipping in the tub before fully submerging yourself in the warm water. thank the heavens for the big tub. when you two first moved in and started building things, arranging the furnitures, the tub is the first priority. sae agreed with you. everywhere is an intimacy, no matter where the place is. where bath times are sacred where both of you are present despite the busy schedules. the large tub bringing comfort and the spaciousness, it's fantastic. the space where both of you can fit and move freely and the extracurricular deeds occurs. it's a special place in the home you both created.
he can feel the embarrassment radiating from you even when your back facing him. sae slightly shakes his head inertly finding the demeanor you have yet to abandon cute. you weren't still comfortable with him, with your body presented to him. the water sloshing when his body moves, hands wrapping around yours and sae felt your body tensed around him. his arm in your neck while the other rests in your heavier midsection. pulling you close to press your back in his chest and he leans back to the edge of the tub.
he can feel the rapid beating of your heart. the gulps you take and the quiver of your lips. it's a second sense when sae could feel, notice the small changes in your body. this is what must feel like to be bonded to someone. to share a connection with. is this what soulmates feel but that's an old tale. there's no such things as soulmates exists in this time but sae could believe that you two are created for each other.
"relax." he murmurs, kissing your hairline, his lips nipping the shell of your ear.
"sae..." your voice a little shaky. you can't help but to bite your lip, feel his palm in the top part of your thighs, running above to your belly.
"i got you." kneading the flesh in his palm like they were made of dough. it make wonders though, you can feel yourself relaxing in his touch. your walls of doubts crumbling as sae touches you with his rough, calloused hands. your head in his chest and you look up at him. those teal eyes of his fixated in watching your flesh sink and spill in his hand. he looks at you and kisses you with care like you were such a fragile being.
fragile. the word doesn't fit you as the others with the synonyms of being small or dainty. you were built differently.
sae is the least person you think would be this so gentle to you but here he is, behind you making you feel so loved and appreciated. always made your insecurities disappear. made you feel comfortable in your own skin.
rivulets of water drip where your skins are, fingers wrinkled, sae doesn't care about that as long he's thorough in appreciating you.
sae isn't someone to notice a person let alone took interest in someone unless you're the one who's hindering his dream, in which you did.
who knows he finds you so damn attractive when he first meet you in the crowd. an acquaintance of a fellow player or teammate he didn't bother remembering the name and you're standing there and like some cliche or his tiredness from the previous match creeping up on him, time slow down for a little bit until he snaps himself. he must be crazy and his greed running rampant at that time. in his own cold approach towards someone, towards you. he got your name and phone number saved first in his phone and the rest was history.
every man has a weakness and sae have too. you. it doesn't come with too many turns. it's plain and simple. you.
one time, you were apologizing. a bit embarrassed at what will come. you're inexperienced. okay, he knows that but fuck you made him lose his mind fast. you're on top of him. a bit hesitant in putting your weight in him but damn fuck you feel so fucking good when you've sink yourself in his length. his hands holding the plushness of your waist to guide you. he lets you take control. roll your hips in a pace you can do, his gaze drinking in the sight of your breasts bouncing, your soft tummy squished and jiggling and sae had never seen such a beautiful sight. everything about you is what he needs for.
it wasn't that bad for a first experience with you taking control and sae loves control. it doesn't took too long before he leads you in the ways of pleasure and sae is a passionate lover but sae could be sometimes a tease in bed. it always ends up with you begging and tears gathering in your lashes. men with their egos and sae isn't different. there's a part inside him that feeds on the pleasure of you crying. the way your body squirms, the desperation in your movements.
"sae..." you call his name out and while he's making you lose your mind his sight darts in your face. sweat beading in your forehead and your teary gaze looking back at him. "let me cum, please.... sae....."
how could sae ignore that pleas of yours. obediently asking him for release. should he give you that? in some sick part of his thoughts think that but not yet. your velvety walls spasming around him and you're lowering yourself to meet his thrusts, hit that deepest part of yours that he can only give to you.
your mind in shambles, body writhing and there's only one thing you want. you want to cum but sae made it impossible. no matter how hard you chased your high, it's only sae. you were making efforts too but without sae it will never be enough. sae's perfect and he's so cruel to you. the first batch of tears came rolling in your sides and that was the cue for sae to give in to you. always the tears and your pouty face on display before entrusting your pleasures with his.
holding your round cheek in his palm and leans down to you. the chain of his necklace tickling your chest with it's cold and smooth texture. bestowing a sweet kiss to your lips and he smiles, feels you soften up to him. your legs locking around him and sae chuckles. the sound seems condescending but you know it's one for amusement. his needy girlfriend all for him and so then, sae gives you the sweetest pleasure he's been holding. he won't last too from you tightly wrapped around him. making sure you take what he gives.
when you both settled down, the sweat clinging both in your skins but never paid attention. legs tangled in the sheets with your jaw resting on his chest. his hand in your cheek, examining you like it held one of the wonders in the world. his sight on the bracelets you gave him. lucky charms you had told him and sae got confused why he need charms, when he have is talent and greed and he finally understand it when you gave it to him. a piece of me in your games and after that, sae couldn't let it go.
there is still many things that are left unanswered. sae recalls in what made him fall for you. he's sure you fell first or is it the other way around but nonetheless you plague him with the thoughts of you. why he couldn't easily shake you off when he's good at cutting people at his life. how you look so beautiful that it hurts him when you think you're not good for him at times but he's there to kiss away all your doubts.
grabbing your hand and you intertwined it with yours, giving him a bashful smile and pout before burying your face in his chest. you could be so bold at times. your softer hands in his and sae couldn't comprehend why it fits to him like a puzzle when you two are different and no matter how he spend his times asking for answers. there will never be an answer for it but why would it needs for an answer when in those simple times he have you. beside him.
going home wasn't so bad anymore. he will always find you waiting for him. be it in the bedroom or in the living room. how his silent days weren't dull anymore. he hears you laughing and singing even when your voice cracks. him finding solace in you and giving him a place to call home. showed him love even he's the least of deserving of it.
"everybody deserves love, sae."
and he deserves it. truly deserves it when you are the one to show him love and everyday sae falls in love with you. deeper and deeper.
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