summary: calling them your husband, this was a tiktok trend a few years ago, and it been on my mind.
characters: hugo, loki, sae, kaiser
c/n: fluff, may be ooc (I don't trust my characterization), suggestive if you squint, implied fem reader, mentions of food(?)
ೃ⁀➷vivien hugo
you and hugo were lounging on the couch lazily. you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone while hugo was lying on your lap, "reading". very mundane. except for one thing, you both were hungry but to lazy to cook so you had to find other options.
“okay so clearly since none of us are willing to cook, lets order pizza” you swiftly dialed the number and stated your usual order and then— “yes and for my husband he'll have anything that doesn’t have avocados…okay thank you”
hugo froze. his blank book slipped out of his hand and fell flat on his face. he sat up straight and looked at you wide eyed. the cogs in his brain turned trying to process that just came out of your mouth so casually. my husband. your husband. He kept on repeating the phrase as if he was tasting it, letting it settle in his chest. a faint blush started to form.
you looked over at him, with a little grin, noticing his shocked expression. “what?”
“husband?? me...but we’re not—” he paused. “well...at least not yet” he looked down. You could tell he was thinking so much about this. “husband” he whispered under his breath rubbing his ring finger. he looked back at you and gave you a little smile. he liked it.
when the delivery arrived, you went to get it and hugo tailed you. once you retrieved the bags, out of nowhere hugo looked at the man dead in the eye and said, “I am her husband” “vivien??”
the delivery man just chuckled and left.
you threw him a light punch at the chest. “what the hell was that?” “no take backs. marriage is legally binding.” oh God what have you done.
that night, after you fell asleep he silently measured the size of your ring finger, making a mental note of your ring size.
oh and his team DID NOT hear the end of it. he practically made it his entire personality
“who you texting” “my wife” “youre married??” “almost”
ೃ⁀➷julien loki
you scoured the menu for something you liked. Loki was a bit distracted on his phone. he didnt really need to order, you already knew what he wanted so you were going to order for him. "so I'll have the Coq au Vin and my husband will have the Boeuf Bourguignon and for dessert we'll have the Guimauve Chocola." loki smiled at his phone and looked up at you. the waitress jotted down your orders and left.
and so the night proceeded. loki didn’t say anything significant. he just smiled at you while you blabbered about your day. he didn’t want to make it obvious that what you said gave him the biggest ego boost. after the meal it was time to pay the check, loki took the bill.
“I'll pay the bill” flashing you a smile with a hint of amusement in his eyes “I am your husband after all”
you looked at him. oh he liked it. perhaps a bit too much. you ordered an Uber back to your hotel. he teased you relentlessly the entire drive. "so does your husband get some special loving tonight?" "oh my gosh, enough with this already"
the Uber driver thought you both made a cute couple. "are you two married?"
you sat up looking at the driver in horror "no! we are—"
"yes we are. I'm her husband" loki interrupted, proudly announcing a title he unofficially just earned a few hours ago. he then looked at you. "isn't that right, mon amour?"
that night, while you were preparing for bed, loki walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing kisses on your nape. “someone’s awfully pleased with himself ” you teased. he pulled you closer. his lips grazed your ear and he whispered “why wouldn’t I be? You introduced me as your husband today”
“puhlease” you huffed. “it just slipped” you lied; you did it on purpose.
“did it?” he smiled, “but—” he continued “I liked it. It suited our status”
those words caught you off guard and you became flustered. you are screwed.
ೃ⁀➷sae itoshi
sae wondered how you managed to get him in this situation; fastfood drive-thru. “this is very unhealthy for you” he said, condescendingly. he could smell the greasy food that was escaping the kitchen through the vents.
“I'll be having the burrito and fries, extra sauce please” you turned to sae “anything you’d like?”
he looked at you with dead eyes “I don’t eat unhealthy filth”
you sighed and turned back to the intercom. “...and my husband will have a salad with spicy wings I guess…”
sae’s head shot back at you, his eyes wide and pupils dilating. he was so shocked that his stoic nonchalant, demeanour faultered for a second “what”
“husband? me?” he muttered in disbelief pointing at himself.
“did I say something?” you raised a brow towards him, with a flirty smile.
“no, I—” he let out a slow breath, regaining his demeanor “… you didn’t”
at the payment window, you volunteered to pay but sae wouldn’t let you. he intercepted, handing the cashier his card without even glancing at you. “I am the husband I'll pay”
on the way home, he didn’t want to face you,he couldn't. but you knew he liked it. his cheeks were lightly flushed while he focused on the road. and he kept his hand firmly on your thigh the whole ride home.
ೃ⁀➷michael kaiser
michael was concentrated on driving, his hand on the steering and his other alternating between the gear shift and your thigh, on the way to an expensive dinner reservation. you were occupied on a call with your friend. as you were approaching the destination you had to end the call:
“okay babe I have to go now, my husband and I are on our way to have some dinner—”
the car suddenly swerved just enough for you to have a mini heart attack and grab the dashboard.
“MICHAEL WHAT THE HELL!”
he regained his control over the wheel, a devilish grin forming from his lips. he kept on replaying those words in his head the rest of the way. once parked outside the restaurant he turned to you, with the biggest grin. “husband huh. I like that, say it again”
“uh wha—”
“no” he cut you off, rubbing his chin. “say it in german, ja?”
“michael we have reservations we need to go”
“that shit can wait” he scoffed “I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you say it”
good god you have created a monster.
“mein Ehemann” you eventually say.
music to his ears. “mhm yes I am Schatz. that sounds so good.”
he definitely did not let that go.
at the front desk he spoke out to the young lady. "good evening, she made reservations under her husband's name, my name" you shot him a 'stop that' glare.
oh he wouldn't shut up about it during the dinner as well, introducing himself to the wait staff as your husband.
you kept on nudging at him to stop. "shut up about what? being your husband??" and he said this loudly attracting the attention of all the patrons
a/n: I do intend on making a part two because I want to add nagi, reo and yukki. just didn't want to make this post too long. if you want anyone else added, please let me know!
first draft. I proofread the hell out of this and kept on becoming longer. dividers from @dollywons
pardon if there are any mistakes. english is in fact my first language, but I'm still on the learning curve of actually writing.
thank you for reading and feedback is appreciated🩷
If you had known coming to watch your boyfriend’s game would lead to this, then you seriously would’ve thought twice about coming.
You see, Sae really liked it when you went to his games, but he never asked you out loud – all he ever did was throw a (his) jersey your way or message you with the info about the match, like he was expecting you to already know what he wanted without him needing to say it – and it always worked. You always understood what he meant, and how important it was for him to have you in all the matches you were able to attend.
So, to have him actually ask you to come – with a very tight hug from behind while you cooked breakfast and a groggy “You coming, right Amor?” – you should’ve known something different from the normal was happening.
“And Itoshi Sae gets a red card! He’s expelled from the match!”
You wanted to disappear. To turn into smoke. Because how else were you supposed to react to your boyfriend and your ex fighting because of you in the middle of a game with sold out tickets?
“And it seems Bunny Iglesias, who Sae just punched in the face, just got one too! It’s an ‘El Classico’, ladies and gentlemen! Everybody is on the edge!”
The commentators were not helping your case. Of course, you knew Real Madrid x Barcelona was one of the most heated rivalries in Spanish football, but Bunny and Sae were making everything pretty damn worse!
You could clearly see Bunny looking at you in the stands and smirking, while Sae was being held back by his teammates every time your ex said anything. You couldn’t really hear what they were saying from your seat, but judging from Sae’s expression, it wasn’t really a polite or friendly conversation.
Thankfully, Sae was able to calm down – after lots of begging from Luna and his other teammates – and was already exiting the stadium. You quickly got up to meet him in the dressing room, only to stop when Bunny screamed your name. In that moment, all the eyes were on you – especially Bunny’s and Sae’s – but all you could feel was your own face burning up from the utter shame you were experiencing. Then, like the little prick he is, Bunny Iglesias lifted up his hand, put it near his ear in a telephone shape and mouthed “Call me.”
When Sae ran back towards the field and punched Bunny in the face again after what he said, you really wished you had never dated a football player.
ᥫ᭡ If he could, he would make the country, even the whole world, hate you so that he alone would remain by your side. He would make your despair at loneliness so profound that you could rely on no one but him. He would be your sole point of reference, and you would feel utterly hopeless if he were to leave your sight for even a second!
ᥫ᭡ But unfortunately, it's quite the opposite here. It's as if people can't help but swarm around you. Filthy flies buzzing around you, constantly bothering you.
ᥫ᭡ Solivan hates it, he loathes it. But for now, he can't change that. From the moment he saw you, it was as if his monotonous and boring world had regained its color. A breath of fresh air that pulled him out of the poisoned world he'd been living in for far too long. You were his lighthouse in the night, the warmth that kept him from sinking into the darkness of his poor heart. But like the sun you are in his life (quite ironic, considering his nickname), you also attract others. Illuminating them with your presence, just as you do for him.
ᥫ᭡ So he must have thought of a plan to get close to you. Solivan is quite resourceful, even if he can be impulsive. He must have considered how he could approach you. But first, he obviously did his research on you! Where you live: it has to be said that your popularity helped him a lot because your social media accounts are well-known and you don't seem to pay attention to what you post. Has anyone ever told you not to post the view from your window? What if someone malicious used it to hurt you?! Luckily, only he realized it. What you like and dislike: Simply by listening to your conversations or by taking a quick look at your locker, which he managed to open by picking the lock. He admired your photos (resisting with all his might from burning the parts where your so-called friends are), and took pictures of them with his phone. (And this time he took the time to crop the photo to see you and only you).
ᥫ᭡ Having these two crucial pieces of information, he can now learn your routine by heart by following you in the morning and knowing what you do (you seem to enjoy stopping by that bakery, by the way). He then discreetly follows you to school during the day, but your popularity still poses a problem for him because you never follow a routine. You're always wandering around with different people, which adds to the difficulty of his mission. But that's okay; he doesn't need to know exactly what you do in class because he simply needs to blend in to follow you discreetly.
ᥫ᭡ Now that Solivan knows everything about you inside and out, he has to make his way into your life. He's already waited far too long, watching you get hit on by people who shouldn't even have the right to glance in your direction. If he could, he'd gouge out all their eyes and kill them again and again and again—but he can't. Not yet, anyway. Not until he's managed to get close to you.
ᥫ᭡ But it seems life loves him a little too much, to the point of handing him everything he wants on a silver platter. From the moment the teacher said you had to work together on this art project, only he knows the self-control he must have had to not smile like an idiot. Solivan spent the entire hour observing you from every angle while you drew him (of course, he told you to start so your attention would be solely on the piece of paper, allowing him to admire you without you realizing it). He could feel the other students' eyes on him, their jealousy at not having been able to do this project with you. But he didn't care; his plan was unfolding exactly as he intended. He was even going to take advantage of your long moment of inattention to steal your phone, but before he could do so, you suggested exchanging phone numbers to finish the project. Oh, you love making life easier for him, don't you?
ᥫ᭡ That's how he got your phone number without any effort. And a few days later, you invite him over to finish this project that seems to have fallen from the sky for him, much to his delight.
ᥫ᭡ When he arrived at your place, he took the opportunity to observe everything in every details while enjoying your hospitality. You only act like that with him, don't you! And Solivan also used all his knowledge about you to flatter you: praising everything you like and badmouthing everything you dislike. Then he'd hear you say, "Oh really? Me too!" Or he'd listen to you talking while he drew, seemingly uninterested because he didn't really care about the project and was focusing all his attention on what he was going to do in a few moments. And just as he suspected, you suggested a break, which he immediately accepted. You headed to the living room where you made two glasses of juice and took out some cookies. Just as you were about to sit down, Solivan suddenly remembered he'd left his phone on your bed. Of course you got up to go get it for him, and as soon as you left the kitchen, he quickly drugged your drink and then waited for you to come back.
ᥫ᭡ Solivan knows perfectly well that doing this isn't part of his plan to get closer to you, but it was just a little break he allowed himself. After all, seeing you unconscious in front of him was a small reward for all the efforts he'd made so far. Being able to smell your scent so closely, to touch your skin in such a sensual and romantic way... Of course, when you wake up, you'll have a message from him saying you suddenly fell asleep and that he left after putting you to bed so you could rest. He's so thoughtful, isn't he? Just don't pay attention to the headache you're feeling; it's not important!
tags: Brazilian!reader, humor, fluff, no Isagi didn't play in this World Cup, not proofread
Almost all of the snacks were eaten; you shook off some crumbles clinging to your shirt, lounging on the sofa, shoulder to shoulder with your cute boyfriend! Isagi was fully immersed in the match on the large TV screen, light crease between his furrowed brows and unusual quietness behind his intense swirl of thoughts––professional interest in its core!
It’d be a cute date at home, had it not been this untold competitiveness between two lovers standing on the opposite sides! It couldn’t be the other way around, especially when it’s a match between Brazil and Japan, one’s your homeland and another’s Yoichi’s! No way you would ever give up rooting for your teams! Not until the last second! The last second when you gleefully almost bolted out of the couch, instinctively embracing Isagi whose gaze was glued to the screen and the outcome of the match.
Brazil won!
“Aw, c’mon, Yoichi, don’t be bitter!” Your cheering voice pulled him out of the train of thoughts.
“I’m not–– wait, do I look bitter?” He asked awkwardly, arms wrapped around your waist, while you smooched him on the cheek.
“Nope,” you giggled, flicking on his nose to distract him, before admitting, “But you definitely looked disappointed a bit.”
Isagi sighed, leaning into your gentle touch
**
Little did he know that you wouldn’t leave him alone for a whole week! As well as the internet with these posts that you constantly read to him...
Everywhere, regardless of time, he’d find you snickering when staring at your phone––a sign that he was about to hear another unfortunately funny joke from your mouth.
“Yare yare lost to yara yara,” you read out loud, gaze immediately switched from the screen to his reaction. “I can see you smiling, Yoichi!”
“No, I’m not!” He huffed but without any serious offense, rosy petals of blush started forming on his cheeks as you didn’t relent and got only closer with that malicious taunting tone.
“Yes, you are!” You teased him, ruffling his hair, before your voice suspiciously quieted down. “Maybe Japan would have a chance if they had chosen you to play...”
“Of course! I will play in the next World Cup!” He blurted out with newfound confidence, as you only fueled his ego. This familiar spark in the eyes; he looked so full of himself, as if he had to play right now. “Japan will obviously win with me.”
“Maybe,” you dismissed.
“Are you doubting me?!”
**
“I tell you, Brazil will win against Norway!” You said proudly, leaning on Isagi’s shoulder, being pulled closer by his arm that instinctively rested on your waist.
Even when Japan was eliminated, the World Cup went on, and you both still gathered in front of the TV watching more games, rooting for your favourite teams. Now, the feeling of silent competition quieted down, and was replaced with simple domesticity.
The soccer ball rolled around the field, being passed from one person to another; you were sure that the team will––
Norway won?!
You were mortified, feeling Isagi’s satisfied grin right beside you...
“So... Hatsune Miku belongs to Norway now?”
“Yoichi!”
bruh anon Im sorry if it's short I just larp World Cup T-T
Batfam (or just Damian) with a Sweet//Soft Al-Ghul Twin! Reader who loves to cuddle! (Can be during naps or in general. :3)
BATFAMILY X SOFT!AL-GHUL!TWIN READER
When the softer twin loves cuddles.
Y/n and Damian were the same in skills.
Personality? No.
You and Damian are like yin and yang. Moon and Sun, the classic duo that everyone overuses when they want to be different from others.
But you are different from Damian.
You’re too soft.
He’s ruthless.
So maybe that’s why he finds himself being cuddled by his twin sibling who seemed not to have a care in the world.
You had a cuddling problem.
Sleeping in general? You’re sitting by someone and cuddling them.
You’re like some kinda kitten just wanting warmth.
Jason was the first one you cuddled close to, making Damian mad cause first of all… you’re his sibling and second of all, YOU’RE HIS SIBLING?!!
So Damian moved Jason out of the way and hugged you. And Damian doesn’t do hugs.
Tim was once playing on his switch when he saw his preteen sibling walking over before cuddling against him. He froze before he kept playing.
Dick was gushing when you cuddled him, he’d been WAITING for his little sibling to cuddle him. He took so many pictures that he put one as his profile picture.
“Oh yeah, that’s my ex-assassin of a little sibling cuddling me after school.”
Bruce was the last person, he saw how you cuddled with the others in your sleep.
He just didn’t expect his small child to be curled upon his lap as he put data in the bat computer.
Bruce just let out a small smile before continuing to type in a report for the latest crimes that happened in Gotham.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ your bf vivien hugo... really likes your face... a bit too much
since you began dating the red-headed midfielder, you very quickly came to realize how… opinionated he was, or rather, very much open about thinking about ... pretty much anything that’s on his mind.
despite his rather cold and calculating appearance on the field (and during interviews since you can admit… your lover has a major case of resting bitch face), he’s kind and passionate.
vivien calls you beautiful any chance he gets and is overall a clingy and attentive lover (very evident given the fact that he’d try to court you in a very try-hard way before you ever started dating). he even remembers the small things about you and every time he gets the chance to see your reaction, he literally holds your face and just stares in awe at you.
however, while your lover is very opinionated and very much… him, that also comes with the fact that he is very much open on his sexual preferences.
in particular, he’s really into seeing your face. whenever you ask him about this particular quirk regarding this, he’d shrug it off, saying how, “i love to see your face when we make love. what’s wrong with that?” you knew he liked your face, but it wasn’t until he had said it where you began thinking.
rarely do you ever see your boyfriend lose his cool or even his calm demeanor, that is until when you have sex; but even so, he stays rather peaceful.
so why not torture him a little? vivien gives you the perfect reactions, afterall.
"w-what are you doing...? shit..." vivien huffed, his rough hands guiding your hips. you were in your apartment, where you were lounging together on your bed, watching a show on your tv, before one thing led to another and you suddenly found yourself riding him, legs latched around his waist while he led you.
of course, vivien loved it when you rode him–because god, you looked so fucking sexy. he loved the way he could see you–see how your breasts bounced with every thrust, and most favorably, just seeing how your expression got. but today, it was different.
your body was clinging onto him, your arms wrapped around his neck and plush body pressed against his firm chest.
"mmm...lemme stay like this, vivi..." he made a sound mixed with a groan and almost like a sigh.
"please... baby... i wanna see you, beautiful-!"
but you could only tease your lover so much—for so long. before you knew it, he had pushed your body onto the bed, him topping you.
you could see how vivien’s expression changed; how his lips suddenly curved to a smirk and his eyes gleamed. even with the dimmed lamp lights illuminating your room, you could tell how flushed his cheeks were.
“i told you that i wanted to see you,” he whispered. you felt your eyes widen at how much more you could feel his cock splitting you open—how much you could feel his weight against you further.
your lips were parted and your face was hot, eyes all glossy and eyebrows furrowed. vivien wished he could simply capture this moment forever. he caressed your face, putting his thumb in your mouth and further splitting your lips apart.
"shhhh...baby. lasse-moi voir ce beau visage, ma belle..." vivien angled his hips upwards, pressing your body onto the bed and spreading your legs wiiiide. his onyx eyes were glued on your face, going back and forth from your face to where the two of you were connected, him just staring at where his cock entered and slipped out from your overflowing cunt.
“i love you—fucking love your face… so so damn pretty…”
-
-
-
i highkey dk art this drabble but ya… (most reposted from my old blog and from literal requests 🥹) also yall… is his name not “vivien” since that’s technically the masculine spelling of the name? (not trying to be like picky n shit but just wondering bc i keep seeing “vivian”... also lmao my very limited knowledge of french is coming through ig)
masterlist
Howdy agian! I love love love your writing!! Looking back at your old work I can tell you've really improved from when you started! 🩷 I'll try not to send too many requests so you don't have so much stress, but I thought of this idea during school!
Okay so basically it's like Ayano Aishi with a girlfriend that constantly bakes stuff for her, and thats how they originally met is Ayano trying to get a cake for Senpai or something and instead her interest and crush going to Her, and reader always gave her discounts, baked with her, and they're pretty easy going so Ayano hardly had to do anything and confessed,
Like I feel like Reader would send her corny romantic letters to make her day, bake her things, always hugging on her, basically by her side so ayano doesn't have any rivals since Reader is clingy, maybe she's slightly jealous of the cooking club due to her being close to them, but she's closer to ayano!^w^ I just find it a cute idea, and like they hangout a lot, go on dates, which comforts Ayano all the more :3
Bye bye! Have a good dayyy, drink waterrr, and take things slow byeee!!><
Awee, gee thanks, really. I do have quite the requests and i also started school so i might post slower than usual. And also, don't YOU forget as well to drink water :D
-‐–—
Ayano Aishi x baker GF!
—–‐-
When I express the extent of Ayano devotion to the reader, let it suffice to say that her affection knows no bounds. She indulges in every gesture, every action, and every word offered by her girlfrien. And to make matters even more profound, the reader bestows these affectionate acts upon Ayano solely, without any divided attention or divided feelings.
Scattered around Ayano's room are the countless corny love letters from her girlfriend, each one a testament to the depth and intensity of her affection.
The reader possesses an uncanny ability to pinpoint when Ayano experiences a pang of jealousy, and she takes immediate action to reassure her of their love. She wraps her arms around her in a comforting embrace, pulling her close and enveloping her in warmth and affection. Their cuddles are a silent gesture of reassurance, a reminder to Ayano that she isn't going to lose her anytime soon.
Ayano seems to have an insatiable hunger for affection. She feeds off the love and attention given to her, devouring it without restraint. Like an emotional vampire, she consumes the love she receives wholeheartedly, as if it's her sustenance.
Oh, Ayano is totally the type to go all out and buy kitchen supplies just to encourage her girlfriend to bake more. She would secretly stock up on all the ingredients and gadgets her girlfriend might need, and then sit eagerly by the kitchen counter, waiting for the delectable treats to come out of the oven.
sure, sae loves how independent you are — always handling your own stuff, from your job to your errands, never needing a hand. It’s one of the things that drew him to you, that fire in you that doesn’t waver.
but sometimes, it drives him up the wall. he wants you to lean on him, to give him something to do, anything — a task, a favor, a command. he’d drop everything to do it, no complaints, no hesitation. just say the word, and he’s there.
he’s waiting for it, always. when you’re out together, he lingers, eyes flicking to your bag, hoping you’ll hand it over, even if it’s just a tiny purse. but you never do. you sling it over your shoulder, keep walking, and he’s left trailing behind, itching to help.
he won’t admit it out loud — sae itoshi, begging? never. he’s too proud for that, too stubborn to whine. but god, he’s desperate for you to ask him for something.
then one day, you’re in the kitchen, cooking dinner, and you casually say, “sae, can you pass the salt?” It’s nothing — literally just salt. but he’s already by your side, grabbing the shaker from the counter like it’s his life’s mission.
he hands it to you, and you give him that soft smile, the one that says you appreciate it but you’re fine on your own. he eats it up anyway, heart racing like he just scored a goal.
sae starts subtly creating situations where you might need him, like “accidentally” leaving your jacket at home so you have to borrow his when it gets cold, or tightened the lid on a jar just enough so you’ll ask him to open it.
he lowkey sabotages small things, like hiding your keys in an obvious spot, just to feel useful when you ask him to help find them.
when you finally ask him for something bigger — like fixing a shelf or carrying groceries, he’s so efficient it’s almost scary, but he plays it cool, like it’s no big deal, even though he’s internally screaming with joy.
he secretly loves it when you’re stressed and let him take over, like when you’re swamped with work and he silently starts handling your chores without you asking.
if you ever thank him for helping with that soft smile of yours, he’ll shrug it off with a “... it’s nothing,” but the way his ears turn pink gives him away.
he starts leaving little notes around your place, like “tell me if you need anything” or “I’m free, just say it,” hoping you’ll take the hint.
one time, you absentmindedly ask him to tie your shoelaces because your hands are full, and he does it with such focus you’d think he’s defusing a bomb — then he looks up at you like he’s waiting for more orders.
u start to do sae’s hair (˙ Ⱉ ˙) content | fluff, bf!sae, gn!reader
everyone forgets one thing about sae itoshi. soccer is the only thing he can do.
well, of course he can brush his teeth, shower, walk on two legs, cook himself food (to some extent), and all of the works. but of course, his only fixation was soccer. he was born with a ball at his foot. supposedly.
long story short — he’s not the brightest bulb, surprisingly.
when he met you, he — against his own will — learned a lot more things beyond soccer. and styling hair was somehow on that list. he found it stupid.
the reason how he learned it? well, it started one day when you were in his room and you were playing with his hair. you sat on the edge of the bed, him on the floor with his body between your dangling legs. your fingers clawed his tufts of maroon hair gently. as you combed through his hair, he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone.
then, you had twisted your torso to grab something without disturbing sae’s position. and sae heard the rummaging sounds of clicking and clacking.
“what are you about to do,” he questioned flatly, keeping his head down and eyes on his phone.
“how can you even see with those bangs in your face all the time?” you begin, settling your body back to before, this time with a comb lightly draping sae’s bangs back. “i’m helping you out. just wait.”
sae huffed, furrowing his brows as he felt the tension of your comb dragging his head back.
yank!
“hey,” sae grunted, his hand flying to swat yours away.
“whoops,” you laugh apologetically. “relax, i’ll be gentle. you just have a lot of baby hairs.”
sae sighed, dropping his hand in surrender. he let the force of your combing loll his head back slightly. with the expression he had, you wouldn’t be able to tell if he was hating this or loving it.
“gonna use some gel, alright?” you tell him.
“gel?” he repeated.
“yup,” you nod.
“why ge—”
splurt!
sae didn’t bother finishing his question. he closed his mouth, scrunching his face as he felt the unfamiliar texture of your gel-slicked hand. you pressed your palm along his combed back bangs, blanketing the substance on his hairs. finally, you lightly ruffled it with your fingertips.
your hand with lingering gel softly cascaded down his head to teasingly paw his face, causing him to jolt slightly — but not jolt away.
you grin, moving your hand to your side. “check it out, sae.”
sae went to the camera app on his phone, flipping it to show himself. he blinked at his own face for a few moments before he brought his hand to his face, tapping his forehead.
you snicker, watching his reaction. “what? don’t like your big forehead? at least you can see now,” you giggle.
“my forehead’s not big like yours,” he said back, though a glint lit up in his eyes.
he rested his phone in his lap, dropping his head more into your own lap to look up at you. he had an imperceptible smile on his face.
“it’s a nice look,” he tells you, softly and genuinely.
you smile, heat brushing your cheeks. “thanks, i always do your hair nice.”
he closed his eyes, letting himself fully relax.
“i like this look the most,” he murmured honestly. he opened his eyes again, teal sparkling up at you. “you should do it on me more often.”
“yeah?”
“yeah.” sae said to you. casually, affectionately.
— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢
a//n i hope the reason for sae combing his bangs back is like rlly deep thatd be crazy lmfaooaoa stop
u luv talking to rins dick ଓ ༘˚˖ content | nsfw, bf!rin, gn!reader, handjobs, praising rin cuz he needs it
“aww, y’so hard for me, aren’t you?” you coo sweetly, staring right at rin’s exposed dick.
rin sputtered, narrowing his eyes. though, a hilariously visible blush etched his cheeks. “d—don’t do that,” he cracked.
you smile, slowly letting your tongue fall past your lips and lightly lap at the base of him. rin squeaked quietly, his body tensing immediately.
you pull back, bringing a hand to wrap around him, thumbing his slicked and blushing tip.
“dripping so much,” you murmur. “you like being such a mess, hn?”
rin shuddered, his breath dropping to hasty shivers. he watched with gleaming eyes as you talked to his dick like it was your only friend in the world, and it made such an unfamiliar spark of arousal ache in his stomach.
his voice was a sheepish mumble, “stop talking to it like that . . .”
you kept idly tracing your thumb along his tip, giving him no sense of relaxation. his entire body was bleeding with heat and pleasure, making him look all shy and pathetic with plump, blushing cheeks.
“but look at him,” you say, tightening your grip on him just slightly.
“ah— st—stop,” he mewled.
his mind raced. feeling both exhilarating pleasure and unbearable embarrassment was a mix he didn’t think he’d be so into. but here he was, throbbing at the breath of you fanning his desperate cock.
your hand began shifting up and down his length, making him sound out stifled and strained moans. it was all you could hear. until—
“gonna make you feel so good,” you murmured against his length. you stilled your hand, planting a soft kiss on his pre-slicked tip.
“mmf—“ he whined.
you could see the colour of his tip pulse and ache into a blush. letting your eyes drift upwards, you saw the flustered and glossy look on his face that undoubtedly made you squeeze your thighs together.
you brought your hand back to his length, stroking him at a steady, tantalizing pace. the warmth that radiated from his flushed dick pooled into your hand alongside the wetness of his pre-cum.
“s’cute, all hard and dripping for me,” you whisper, your breath hitting his exposed skin.
“y/n—” rin moaned, carrying both admission and apprehension.
“gonna make such a mess on my hand, yeah?” you continue, your hand pumping along his length with a lewd schlick, schlick!
rin shivered from your words. he brought his hand to his lower face, muffling his not-so quiet moans.
you chuckle lightly, your parted lips hovering over his dick as you watched intently at the pulsing and jittery twitches his blushing tip made.
“such a pretty little thing,” you sigh against him.
rin’s chest tightened unbearably. his hips jolted slightly, reenforcing the rhythm of your hand. a strained groan escaped his chewed-up lips as his dick began splurting cum out. your hand didn’t waver from its pace, letting your palm and fingers become coated in his pathetic arousal.
“oh, wow,” you feign a shocked gasp. “such a good boy for me.”
your hand finally stilled. rin limply sunk more into the bed, pink and dazed.
“good boy,” he panted. “good boy,” he repeated to himself, more silently, more in awe. rin now knows — he has a praise kink.
kissydrunk rin ₍ᵕ. ̫.ᵕ₎ content | fluff, bf!rin, gn!reader, kissing, touch-starved aw so cute lozl
rin had truly, madly, deeply fallen for you. in the beginning things were for sure awkward. but gradually, rin grew less tense. he used to be unable to look into your eyes for more than five seconds. now, when with you, he barely looks anywhere else.
but there was one specific thing that changed dramatically. rin, with his completely null experience with romance, was always so shy when it came to physical contact. he’d make sure to avoid it at all costs, even if it inconvenienced him. but, of course, as you two grew closer, he turned into a complete suck. because he loved kisses. something about the feeling that welled in his heart when his lips met any part of you completely enchanted him. he now made sure to always have an excuse to kiss you.
he’d be snuggled tightly against you, his face burrowing deep in the crook of your neck. as you absentmindedly twirled ur fingers in his hair, he’d be sleepily peppering your neck with feather light kisses.
“mm,” he’d hum contently with his lips on your skin, not caring if he had begun drooling on you (it’s happened before).
in the quiet mornings, he’d stir awake from his sleep before you. he’d press his lips against your forehead, feeling the softness of your skin that dusted along his lips. he’d slowly press a soft kiss on your mouth, gently pathing his tongue past your lips. it’d wake you up. he’d give you a sleepy, yet ever so dreamy, gaze as you finally fluttered your lids awake. kissing you awake was one of his favourite things in the morning.
one evening you were cooking dinner. rin had arrived home not long ago. he had gone to the shower straight after stepping in the front door.
but once he had gotten out of the shower? you felt the presence of him padding up behind you. the lathered scent of his soap laced together with the aroma of the food.
the feel of his lips brushed against your temple.
kiss. kiss.
kiss. kiss.
“rin, you’re distracting me,” you murmured playfully.
he fully clung to you now, his arms wrapped around your waist. his head tilted as his lips traveled the contouring of your face before he stopped at your neck. you could feel the damp tufts of his hair prickling at your face, causing a tiny smile to etch onto your own lips.
“mm…loveyous…” he mumbled quietly, his lips not once leaving your skin. “d’wanna..stop.”
you fully relax into his touch as he planted an open-mouth kiss on you again. you could never let go of the kisses rin always gave you. because, well, there was a time where he didn’t even touch you.
hugo cant stop staring at ur chest content | nsfw, afab!reader, bsf!hugo, jerking off, kinda cringy
hugo swears he’s a gentleman. well, simply, he’s never elicited any grandiose perversion. and also, he gave up swearing it because god. your tits drove him mad.
whenever he sees you in those tight, spaghetti-strap tank tops that pull taut around your chest. it was honestly funny how fast his dick would come to life in his pants. you’ll talk to him, so innocently, meanwhile he’s cataloging the colour of your bra based off the visible straps.
“—and then she said to me that he stood her up,” you finished saying whatever you were saying. it wasn’t like hugo was paying attention.
he was only thinking about the fact that he needed to jerk off. cause god, his dick was so hard it was hurting him.
so of course, when he got home, he’d do exactly that. his hand wrapping around his impatiently throbbing dick, head lolled back as soft whimpers escaped his mouth. he wished it was your hand. or the space between your tits. or your mouth.
merde . . .
his tip twitched, his core flexed abruptly, and he slightly hunched over as he came all over himself. because of you. and it shouldn’t be. god, the things he imagined whenever he jerked off to you — you’d undoubtedly hate him . . . probably. he briefly looked down at the mess he made on himself. his bottom lip jutted out slightly.
he should be cumming all over your tits instead.
the most stiffening thing is when he is over at your house. and you’re not even wearing a bra. he internally blushes. internally malfunctions. whether loose-fitting or tight-fitting, hugo knows whenever you’re not wearing a bra.
you guys would be on your couch, and hugo would be hugging a pillow on his lap that hid his pulsing erection. you’d be gesturing animatedly as you told some story, oblivious to hugo’s babbling heart (and tip). and with all the movements you were making, hugo’s pupils followed the slight jiggle of your chest. his lips made a tiny ‘o’ shape and his eyes went entirely vacant at the sight.
his thoughts blanked to a simple, repetitive boing, boing . . .
god. he needed to get himself together. think logically like he always does and not think with his dick. seriously, what the hell was wrong with him? you’re his friend.
but . . . boing, boing.
— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢
a//n i dont have tits but hugo seems like a tits guy and thats hot
Yandere Simulator of Senpai's twin sister headcanons (yandere Ayano) knowing that something was seriously wrong with the quiet new girl who always followed your older twin brother and you home after the mysterious death of your childhood friend Osana and you warned every single student (rival) of Ayano and her malicious intentions but..Ayano wasn't in love with your brother..she actually was in love with you
Author's Note: Thank you so much Anon for the request! I honestly kind of found it difficult to write this one, hence why it took so long😅 Still I hope you and everyone else enjoys the headcanons, even if they aren't the greatest but that's the best I could do😅 And lastly, go ahead and check out my masterlist if you like what you just read and if you want to request anything yourself, thank you and enjoy!❤
In Love With A Different Yamada - Ayano Aishi x Female!Reader Headcanons
🔪 Let's start with a little bit of backstory here, shall we?
🔪 You and Ayano met during club activities. For some reason, the black-haired girl was taking longer than usual to back up her things and head home.
🔪 But once she was done she headed to her locker immediately, not noticing the pencil that had just fallen out of her bag.
🔪 And that was your queue. You were heading right to your club with your twin brother Taro who was walking you there like he does every day. And on the way there you've managed to notice the pencil that fell out of Ayano's bag.
🔪 You then proceeded to snatch the pencil from the floor and jog towards Ayano who was already in front of her locker. Obviously, Taro was right behind you, slightly confused about the situation.
🔪 "Hey! Sorry to bother you, but I think you dropped this."
🔪 And ever since you've handed back Ayano that pencil, your fate was sealed. Just by looking at you and brushing her fingers against yours made her feel......different. That was the first time Ayano has ever felt something. A strong desire. A longing. A yearning. A craving. It was at that moment that Ayano finally understood what it means to be human. To be alive. Instantly becoming addicted to the way you made her feel, causing your life to take a whole turn upside down in a frightful way.
🔪 The first thing that happened was the mysterious death of your childhood friend, Osana. Yes, she wasn't the nicest person to ever exist and you did find her annoying at times, but she was still your friend. So when you found out about her death it hit you hard, especially your brother.
🔪 But after some time you'd eventually snap out of your depression for the sake of your twin brother. Taro was always more tolerant of Osana's tsundere behaviour and much closer to her than you were, the male would always be the voice of reason and the tie-breaker whenever you two fought together. He was essentially the glue to your friendship. So you'd obviously become more attentive towards him, which made you finally come back to your senses and notice the very disturbing things that were happening around you two.
🔪 You finally begin to notice Ayano from the corner of your eye always following you and Taro home. You didn't think much of it at first, thinking that she always walked home this route, you just never noticed.
🔪 But you quickly changed your mind when you started to notice Ayano everywhere. Following you and Taro to class, to the fountain, to clubs and even when the two of you were with other people(ahem, the rivals).
🔪 You'd want to talk to her about it or solve the issue with the teachers, but you'll be way too creeped out by Ayano's behaviour to do so. Plus, without any evidence, the teachers would most likely not believe you.
🔪 After a few days of this you would eventually tell everything to your friends(rivals) and Taro, wanting to finally get this stress out of your system to the people you trust the most. Most of them would dismiss your suspicions, telling you that it's all probably just a coincidence. Including your twin brother, Taro.
🔪 You'll honestly feel kind of offended by both parties ignoring your worries, but that didn't stop you from thinking about it. And after some thought, you would come to a conclusion that Ayano is after Taro. You wouldn't even think if the girl's intentions towards your brother are ill or harmless at all. Your protectiveness over your sibling would automatically kick in.
🔪 That's when we cut to the present time. Just what are Ayano's thoughts and views about the situation exactly? For starters, ever since you gave back her pencil, she declared you her one and only true meaning in life, instantly becoming addicted to your whole entire being.
🔪 That pencil is her now most prized possession, viewing it as the thing that started it all. It would be the main object to be sitting inside her shrine with your picture just above it.
🔪 Even if you are a grade above her like your brother, that would not stop her one bit.
🔪 After getting rid of Osana, you'd be feeling so devastated by it that you wouldn't even notice Ayano obsessing over you every day of the week. You wouldn't even take note of the fact that she's even there, way too occupied with the depressing thoughts in your head.
🔪 That was admittedly the stage where Ayano got away with most things she wouldn't be able to get out of now. With your lack of self-awareness at the time, Ayano would be more daring about her obsession with you. That would be the period where she'd break into your house and steal from you the most cause you never even noticed anything wrong during that time.
🔪 Her collection would include: multiple pictures of you buried deep inside her closet for her eyes only to see, cans and bags of various brands from the vending machine you'd always spend your money on whenever you got thirsty or craved a snack, your clothes that she managed to steal whenever nobody was looking in the locker room and from your house when you were away that she always wore in private when she missed you.
🔪 And the best part is, you were so convinced that the yandere was after your twin brother and not you, that you never noticed her strange behaviour towards you. You'd always make up an excuse for your clothes disappearing, your mind never once linking that it could all be Ayano's doing.
🔪 Ayano would follow you just about anywhere she can, whenever she can. Her main go-to place is obviously the school, it's easy and less suspicious. Her other preferred place to stalk you would be the place you are happiest at, whether it's your house, some sort of store or the park, she'll be there just to learn more about you, feel closer to you and most importantly, see you smile.
🔪 Ayano is a stealthy and a careful yandere. So when she caught on that you knew she was there always looking at you, she took her time to rethink her strategy. She absolutely adored the fact you would notice her, thriving off it. But she couldn't ignore the fact that that was also a problem.
🔪 Ayano isn't stupid, even though she craved your attention she knew that this was a bad sign. You knowing about her doing such behaviour would surely ruin the good reputation she worked hard for just for you.
🔪 Ayano could absolutely care less about the other people around her, she merely views them as either obstacles she has to get over or just simple pawns that will draw her closer to her goal.
🔪 It also doesn't help the fact that you're barely alone now. After she caught on that you knew about her, you would not leave your friends and especially your brother alone.
🔪 These mere things she previously could just jump over suddenly became huge obstacles in her way now. Whether they do or don't believe you about what you said about Ayano is true, they're still a huge threat.
🔪 They wouldn't even need to have a good reason to hang out with you more often than they did before. Excusing it as just them helping you keep your brother safe, but both Ayano and the rivals knew that it all just talk.
🔪 They would speak to you more, touch you more, walk with you more, eat with you more and spend time with you more. Whether you begin to grow feelings for one of them or not, Ayano would not let hesitate and would soon start eliminating the competition.
🔪The only person Ayano would kind of tolerate would be Taro. Seeing as he's your family, the last thing she'd want to do is kill him. At most, if he becomes too much of an obstacle for her, like you two just being closer than usual, Ayano would simply get Taro expelled.
🔪 But Ayano would try her hardest to avoid that outcome. There are other elimination methods she'll try first before resorting to expelling the poor guy.
🔪 She'd try befriending Taro. If his opinion about Ayano remained the same even after your confession about the yandere, it would be the fastest and probably the easiest option if she played her cards right to get to you right after.
🔪 Another would be matchmaking. It would force you to spend less time with your brother and instead give her an open window to redeem herself in your eyes.
🔪 The last thing Ayano wants is to lose you in any way. There is nothing she won't do for you. She won't let anyone come between you two. She doesn't care what she has to do. She doesn't care who she has to hurt. She doesn't care whose blood she has to spill. She won't let anyone take you away from her. She won't let you escape her. You belong to her alone. Nothing else matters. No one else matters. You will be her's. You don't have a choice.
Request:Some sfw and nsfw headcanons for ayato aishi? What made him fall in love, how he would act if reader was pretty much fine with it as lone as he didn’t kill people she cared about, and how he would overall be like in a relationship. Would he be more of a dom or a sub, that kind of stuff. For female reader if possible
Ayato had never experienced real feelings
He always faked emotions
So when you made him experience real feelings
He knew he couldn’t let anyone else have you
Even though you were in the same class,you barely spoke
Sometimes you’d see him out of the corner of your eye,you quickly realized he had a crush on you
You thought he was shy but you were quickly shot down when he followed you after your part time job
You had been working at the maid cafe since the start of the school year and would often see Ayato lingering outside but he never stepped foot inside
You were walking home when you noticed someone following you but it wasn’t Ayato
It was one of the customers but he was acting very creepy towards everyone who was working that night
That was the night you realized how far Ayato was willing to go to have you all to himself
Since that night,you got closer to him and he eventually confessed
You were okay with him being a yandere as long as he didn’t murder the whole school
You always stayed close to him to keep him under control
always reassuring him that you love him and wouldn’t leave
hi hi hi! I love your set up for your blog and I literally just found it, might go looking around through it to see if anything catches my eye :)
but I just wanted to ask if by any chance you could do headcanons for ayano Aishi from yandere simulator with a gender neutral reader?? If not it’s totally fine but if yes then I don’t really have a idea for specific stuff but maybe head canons that are more on the pure fluff side because everytime I look her I just want to bearhug her or something so maybe something that has to do with a reader that has a sort of cuteness aggression or doesn’t really know how to control there strength when it comes to hugs and cuddles because it’s something I struggle with and it’s not something I see a lot of people write for x readers -v-
thank you for reading this and I hope you have a awesome day! :D
[Yandere Simulator] Ayano Aishi x Female Reader - “Relationship Headcanons”
[Requested by: musicblocks]
[Dividers by: dollywons and fawndollie]
Summary: Relationship headcanons for Ayano with an S/O.
Word Count: 1.03k
Content Warnings: Allusions to murder, violence, and kidnapping
- - - - [Masterlist] - - - -
[A/N]: Similar to the last one I wrote for Ayano, the title does say female reader, but there aren't any pronouns or descriptions used for Reader, so they can be seen as gender-neutral.
[A/N] #2: I somehow forgot to mention it in the headcanons somehow, but Ayano 100% would absolutely love an s/o who bear-hugs her. She just wants to be close to them, and that's one hell of a way to do it. I might write something a little later about how she'd specifically react to Reader essentially having cuteness aggression with her.
Enjoy!
To no one’s surprise, she can be extremely jealous and possessive of her s/o, especially once the two of them are finally in an established relationship
If you’re giving someone else too much attention, she’s not averse to physically leading you away from them, though she tends to be more subtle about her claim over you, worried that people will start to try to convince you to leave her for being so “creepy”
If she doesn’t pull you away, she’ll wrap an arm over your shoulders, place a hand on the small of your back, or simply lean against you and lace her fingers with yours, glaring silently at whoever you’re speaking to with a smile that never reaches her eyes
She’s also incredibly clingy, but given her nature and her family’s “curse,” that’s not exactly shocking
On the few nights a week where you sleep over at her house – or vice versa – she physically latches onto you, especially once you’ve both lied down in bed
Her arms are always wrapped around you to make sure you don’t get up, but on the days where she feels threatened by the other students trying to get your attention, she’ll also hook her legs around you in a similar fashion
Anything to keep you close
Aside from physically caging you with her limbs, she’s not one to shy away from affection, even in public
In fact, if you’re comfortable with PDA, she’s over the moon
It thrills her that you want others to know that she’s yours and you’re hers
The nights where you can’t be at each other’s house, she’ll insist on falling asleep over the phone
She won’t hang up, even when you’ve already been asleep for hours
Instead, she’ll tug the phone closer to her ear, nearly tucking it beneath her head to hear your breathing loud and clear from the other side
Some nights, the sound of your soft, even breathing is the only thing that lets her fall asleep
She wishes she could hear your heartbeat every night, too, but that won’t be possible until you’ve moved in together after high school
Without you even knowing, she becomes your ultimate protector, both in and out of school
Students that wronged you in some way, even through petty arguments, slowly start to vanish
Rumors linger in the halls, eyes glancing around at other students to try and figure out who could be causing it, who could be targeted next, and why this mysterious new murderer has only taken victims from the school
Only Ayano is not limited to “taking care” of just the students
If you have any nasty run-ins with someone in public (strangers, acquaintances, friends, even some family members), you’ll never see them again after that interaction
Their body is rarely ever found, and even when the police do manage to find them, they can never determine the cause, nor can they identify the culprit
Ryoba taught Ayano well from an early age, after all
She’d never get caught
Even if the police started to suspect her of something, she could always get the money she needs to flee the country
She wouldn’t explain why she was leaving if she told you, but she’d take you with her, regardless of if you agreed to move with her or not
After high school (and possibly college), even if the two of you had already left Japan, she’ll get your input on what kind of apartment / house you’d want to live in
Even if you’d expressed wanting to live a life of luxury, she’d manage to scrounge up the money within a few years at most, surprising you with the place of your dreams one day after everything has been settled
From day one of the relationship, she spoils you rotten
She has her ways to get money, among other things, meaning she can shower you with gifts
When you’ve settled down with her (before and after getting married), she lets you choose everything you want to decorate the place, not once telling you no
She really doesn’t expect anything in return
Just seeing you get so happy and excited because of something she said or did is enough of a reward for her
Although, she’s not opposed if you want to repay her with your affection somehow
Sometimes, she’ll surprise you with a gift just to feel your hands and / or lips against her skin
Hold her hands while you bounce excitedly? Her smile nearly splits her face in two
Smother her in kisses as a thank-you? She’ll be in a lovestruck daze for the rest of the day
Pull her into one of your hugs that she adores and craves so much? You aren’t getting her off of you for the next few hours at the very least
She’d follow you anywhere and everywhere
She’d support whatever goals and / or ambitions you have, offering genuine words of encouragement on the days when you feel down
She loves cuddling with you, regardless of the position
She just loves feeling you against her
Even if it’s just a small peck, she loves kissing you
She loves wrapping you in her arms and vice versa
No matter how small the action is, she cherishes it
Rake your fingers through her hair? She’s melting against you
Same with small massages, letting your nails trace patterns against her skin, caressing her face, holding her hand, leaning against her shoulder, holding her, even just gazing at her
It all means the world to her
She waited so long to have you – to say for sure that you’re hers
It feels like heaven to finally be able to call you her own and cherish you as intensely as she wants
All in all, she absolutely adores you
She loves having your attention after so long, and she’ll do anything to keep it, even if it means others have to disappear
She craves your touch and overall affection, often buying you surprise gifts just to feel you kiss her or hold her
She’ll do anything for you. Anything. No matter what she has to do to make you happy, she’ll find a way to do it
You are everything to her
Started on: July 6th, 2025
Finished on: July 6th, 2025
a/n: this fic reminds me of the song don’t dream it’s over by crowded house hence the title…
i really hope rin learns from being benched and plays better the next time we see him on the field. rin lovers I GOTCHU <3
ac goes to lova5irs
the locker room had long been emptied by the time you found him.
the upset from the loss was still going. muffled arguments bled through the walls, distant and distorted, but inside the room there was only silence. cold fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. a forgotten towel sat crumpled on the floor.
rin sat alone on the bench, elbows on his knees, staring at the ground. he didn't even look up when you entered.
"rin."
"... go away."
his voice was flat. exhausted. you ignored him and walked closer.
"i said go away."
"no. i'm staying."
that finally earned you a glance. a glance that revealed red eyes. your heart immediately sank. rin itoshi never cried. sure, he got angry and frustrated. he got violent with his emotions sometimes. but crying? crying meant something had seriously broken.
"rin–”
"don't." his jaw clenched. "don't look at me like that."
you sat beside him anyway. for a while, neither of you spoke. rin stared at the floor. you stared at him. eventually he laughed. it was a horrible sound though. small. bitter.
"all this time." his voice cracked. "all this fucking time." you felt him ball his hands into fists. "everything i've done. everything i sacrificed." another laugh. "and i get benched." his shoulders trembled. "that's what i get."
"rin…"
"do you know how pathetic that sounds?" he suddenly stood up, his breathing uneven and his voice echoing off the walls. "i'm supposed to be the best. i'm supposed to be the one who makes it. i worked harder than everybody."
"i know."
"i trained harder."
"i know."
"i gave up everything."
"i know."
his eyes squeezed shut. "then why wasn't it enough?"
the question hung in the quiet air. why wasn't it enough? rin looked furious at not having the answer. but underneath the anger was something worse: fear. raw, ugly fear. the kind that came from watching your dream slip through your fingers.
"i can see it," he whispered. "i can see it disappearing."
your chest physically hurt.
"the world cup. being the best striker. everything." his throat bobbed. "one mistake." he laughed shakily. "one fucking benching and now it feels like everything's over."
"rin."
"what if ego's right?"
the words came out before he could stop them. his face immediately twisted, like he hated himself for even saying it.
"what if i'm not enough?"
that was it. the thing he'd been trying so desperately not to admit.
you stood up and wrapped your arms around him before he could retreat. he froze at the contact. the contrast of his cold demeanor and your warm touch was stirring feelings in him that were foreign.
"rin."
"don't. please." his voice cracked again. "don't do this."
you only held him tighter. for a few seconds, he remained stiff. then his hands slowly grabbed the back of your shirt. and suddenly he broke. not loudly, rin wasn't the type. instead, his forehead dropped onto your shoulder. his fingers clenched your shirt desperately. and a few tears slipped free.
"i'm trying so hard." his voice came out so heartbreakingly small.
"i know."
"i'm trying so hard."
"i know."
"i don't want this to be the end."
your eyes burned as you stroked his hair gently. "it's not."
he shook his head. "you don't know that."
"i do."
"how?"
you pulled back just enough to look at him. "because you're rin itoshi."
he frowned immediately. "that's a stupid answer."
"it is."
"really stupid."
"the stupidest."
another tear slid down his cheek. you wiped it away.
"but it's true."
he looked away. you gently cupped his face and turned him back.
"rin, getting benched hurts."
he swallowed. "it feels awful." then his eyes dropped. "it feels humiliating."
"but one setback doesn't erase years of work."
his expression wavered.
"one bad chapter doesn't erase your entire story."
the room fell quiet.
"you know what i see?"
he didn't answer.
"i see someone who's exhausted." your thumb brushed across his cheek. "someone who's carrying the weight of his entire future on his shoulders."
his eyes softened.
"and i see someone who's so terrified of failing that he doesn't realize how far he's already come."
rin stared at you. you smiled sadly.
"the dream isn't gone."
his lips parted.
"you didn't lose it today."
more tears gathered in his eyes.
"you're still moving toward it."
his face crumpled, just a little.
"even if it doesn't feel like it."
for a moment, neither of you spoke. then rin leaned forward slowly, like he was afraid you'd disappear if he moved too fast. and buried his face against your shoulder again.
this time, he didn't fight the tears. he just held you and cried quietly while you stood there with your arms around him, holding together the pieces of him he couldn't carry alone.
outside, the arguments continued. the world kept moving. but inside the locker room, for just a little while, rin let himself stop being a striker. stop being a rival. stop being a prodigy. and simply be a boy whose dream had been shaken. a boy who needed someone to tell him that one bad day wasn't the end of everything.
and as your fingers ran through his hair, you whispered it again and again until he finally started to believe it.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ "EAT THEM FAWKIN' NOODLES!" food & drink things to script
ㅤㅤㅤall foods and drinks you consume are healthy and beneficial to your body. ALL of them, even the seemingly most unhealthy things like greasy takeout or calorie-dense pastries. you're immune to experiencing negative health effects like tooth rotting or aching, unhealthy and undesired weight gain, mobility decrease, fat clumping up in your body, heartburn, weak limbs, etc.
ㅤㅤㅤevery drink gives you the same benefits as water. drinking a gallon of a fruit juice or chugging multiple cans of sugar-filled soda has the same affect as consuming that same amount of water including the added positive health affects what you consume may have (e.g., fruit juice giving you vitamins, caffeinated drinks giving you / preserving your energy, etc.)
ㅤㅤㅤyou never permanently lose your taste for something you really enjoy. like you may have a moment of ‘oh i needa hop off this for a minute’ but your love for it always comes back and you're able to eat it again without feeling that disgust or repulsion.
ㅤㅤㅤyour food and drinks never expire no matter how long you leave them out or don’t eat them. you could leave a bag of chips in the pantry for five years and when you uncover it from the dusty corner you banished it to and open it, the chips would still be as fresh as the day you bought them.
ㅤㅤㅤyou always find the best hidden food spots in your area and if you become a regular there, the workers naturally commit your orders to memory and and maybe sometimes they slip you a lil extra chicken or sumn.
ㅤㅤㅤon the topic of that, your favorite hidden food spots don’t get overrun by tourists or get so popularized to where you can barely go anymore (of course, they’ll still be successful and thrive, just not completely fucking overrun y’know??)
ㅤㅤㅤthe foods you try never let you down or taste more underwhelming than you hoped. you're never forced to experience that depressing spongebob 'womp' feeling of disappointment when buying food you were excited to try and being betrayed by the hype.
ㅤㅤㅤyou're always kind and respectful to waitresses, cooks, etc., when you go to restaurants and they return that energy. you also always tip them well if that's the culture for their economy. you never have to deal with rude or gross people handling your food and drinks.
