Summary : Exploration, eccentric residents, a new discovery and a mundane end to the day. (2.1k words)
Spring, 2:50pm
It was still quite early.. and you could definitely use the time for exploration!
There was a road that led south from Robin's place that you followed until you could see the town square a level down..
An overgrown building occupied the stretch of land between, and there was a children's park right next to it-
You wonder what exactly happened to the abandoned looking centre of sorts.. maybe you could ask with Anri- she resided in the square, didn't she?
And you also wanted to inquire bout any other means of making wage.. farming was a whole lot of the waiting game, and your poor financial decisions were going to end up haunting you till you found another income.
You quickly descend the steps to the square again and find yourself walking past the stardrop saloon..
You'd visit when you had some coins to spend.
There's a building that stands out from the rest of the houses, and it occurs to you that it's probably the mayor's house..
As in.. Anri's house!
You skip up the steps and knock, little confused when the door opens without any resistance..
Hah.. didn't she lecture you on locking your doors..?
You felt the urge to leave her a letter, but laugh it off- maybe you'd mention it in passing. She didn't seem to be home either..
You close the door behind you, confused on whether or not to leave it there..
From the corner of your vision, you see a guy standing near the bridge across the river that extended like a moat for the town square-
He seemed too peaceful to disturb.. hair lightly blowing with the breeze, hands tucked into his pockets.
You felt almost guilty for approaching him and breaking the serenity of his presence- but if he'd been here for awhile, then maybe he had an idea of where Anri could've headed off to..
"Hi.. sorry, did you see the mayor anywhere..?" You ask politely, trying not to break into a sweat when his eyes met yours..
"Hm..? Haven't noticed. Probably with old man Will" he says casually, averting his gaze back to the riverside
You stare a little lost.. that's a new name. You didn't think he wanted to elaborate on the claim though..
Michael Kaiser
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You.. should really keep questioning where exactly these names came from..
Is it a superpower..? A weird one definitely. You wonder which god was laughing while granting you this 'abiity'
"You're the new farmer right? I've been hearing shit bout your arrival for longer than necessary." He huffs, not really expecting a reply from you- just wanting to make his opinion known
"I live in the cabin on the beach, don't visit." he informs cordially, checking the time and turning on his heel without another word- raising a hand up in a dismissal of sorts rather than a wave.
He definitely did not seem welcoming.. who without promt just announces their address and declares not to visit them..
You don't think you'll get along with him, but maybe you're judging too early.
He was still an asshole though, all things considered.
You had no clue who 'old man Will' is, soo finding Anri probably wasn't going to happen today.
Spring, 3:30pm
There's still some time to waste.. what if you were to go to the park near the abandoned building? It was a pretty childish thought- but there was a part of you that wanted to induge..
You hum quietly as you walk, pausing when you notice a figure sitting in a manspread on the bench.. eyes sharp and focused as he quite practically straddled the canvas he was working on
He unervingly perks up when you shuffle your feet to get on with your day, pupils narrowing into slits as he grins up at you and turns to face you behind the bench
Shidou Ryusei
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"Hey hey! You're the new farmer right?? Heh. And from the city? What's it like? Are there cars everywhere? Motorcycles?? Rinrin never lets me near his- oh! And buses?! The one here is all rundown.. I used to drive it a few years agoo.." he sighs longingly.. leaving a pause for you to slowly process all the questions and remarks he said in a single breath
"I'm.. (name). The new farmer, yes. I'm from the city- it was.. dull. boring. and yeah- there's vehicles everywhere, it gets annoying at one point.." you trail off, unsure why you just expressed your hate towards the city to a guy you just met
"Huh.. that's.. new" he says ponderingly, and you slowly shrug.. the opinion was merely from your experience, maybe you should've made that clear before just dumping it on him
"Heh.. I knew it- Sae-chan thinks he'd get better opportunities in the city and shit but my cells have always sung for the countryside~" he giggles, and you have zero clue how to interpret that so you nod..
There definitely wasn't a lack of eccentric figures in this town.
"I'll.. go do.. farmer things.." you say awkwardly shooting him finger-guns that he returns with a loud laugh, swirling his brush before picking up another canvas.. making low pleasured noises under his breath as he moves the brush across it.
You're a little concerned. but okay.
Spring, 4:00pm
You had quite a few things on your mind as you walked home.. namely your thoughts on the city and.. the amount of strange people you met today.
Introductions : It would be a nice gesture to introduce yourself around town. Some people might be anxious to meet the new farmer. (10/?)
Progress! You only knew 2 people yesterday, there's 8 more of your neighbours that you've interacted with!
You're kind of perplexed by the range of personalities you've witnessed in the people you met today..
And also the lack of women your age..
Though- maybe you just haven't met them yet! And Anri seemed to be only a few years older than you so it didn't make you feel too isolated in that aspect.
You see a woodpecker on the way, lightly pecking at a tree near the bus stand..
He said it was out of commission.. which was pretty inconvenient- but didn't affect you much though.. you didn't have anything left for yourself in the city anyway.
The quiet sounds of the woodpecker reminds you of your axe.. and you internally make it a mission to chop atleast.. 2 trees down today!
Cause.. 2 is more than one. yes.
You'd have to work on your grip, maybe get a few tips from Robin? the farm was pretty overgrown- and you definitely needed to clear the place out a bit for your own activites.
After surveying the area west of your crops, you spawn out the axe again- lightly throwing it in your palm to test the weight
Without thinking too much, you position yourself infront of the tree and swing. Strengthening your core and trying to aim for the same spot-
The tree rustles before hunching to one side, and you stop to let the strain get imbedded in your muscles- raising the axe for one last chop.. feeling a weight off your shoulders when the tree hits the floor.
You lightly hack at the stump, gathering the fallen wood and casually tossing an acorn near the sides of your farm-
For now you'd have to keep the wood outside.. a chest could be pretty handy but you didn't have the blueprints to make one.
Though.. you did think you saw an old box with some scrolls inside the cabin- it'd be great if they had the blueprints you needed.
If not then Robin's the way to go- you didn't want to rely on your neighbours too much.. but while settling in, you didn't really have much of a choice in the matter.
The sun was beginning to lower, and the breeze was starting to get a little chillier.
You stared at your final victim for today- stretching your limbs out once before gripping at the axe again..
You think you're starting to get the hang of the swinging motion atleast.. it felt a lot less awkward than the first time, and the strain to your muscle felt like a mark of productivity.
By the time you pick up the fallen wood, your hands are a little clammy.. it's your first day doing such loaded physical work so you weren't surprised by how winded you were now that you'd stepped inside the house.
Spring, 7:30pm
You locked up the front door, smiling to yourself at Anri's letter and keeping it inside one of your moving boxes for safe keeping- right along with grandpa's letter..
In the city you were used to staying up late and straining your eyes to type letters on a screen that slowly became incomprehensible to you.
Now.. you didn't have that kind of pressure.
You could do as you liked.
For awhile you stare at the old box near the fireplace with a few old parchments spilling out.. it seemed dusty, so you fold your sleeves up to prepare yourself
You cough a little when a cloud of dust emerges from the box after opening it.. stepping away for a few seconds before kneeling beside it again, letting the contents spill out for you to check one by one.
You're validated by yourself when they reveal to actually be blueprints.. the one your holding up was for a torch- which required wood and coal..
And another for a campfire.. a gate.. a wooden fence.. a sign post.. some paths.. and..
A chest!
That could prove to be useful.. you spread the parchment out on the floor, carefully looking through the instructions and materials required.
Which was wood. Like 40 wood pieces in total..
Unfortunately you'd left it outside- so maybe you'd try build one tomorrow.
You sort through the other parchments as well, finding yourself surrounded by various blueprints that were probably left by your grandpa..
For a second you lean back, dragging your fingers over the worn out edges of one of the blueprints.. the wooden sign.
And without any warning it disintegrates.
Slowly rising to the air and evaporating into nothingness.
You stare at it for awhile in disbelief.. which just grows further when something else pops up.
You've learned to craft 'Wood Sign'
25 wood required
Did.. did that just.. input into your..
You quickly turn to run your fingers over another blueprint- watching it disintegrate with wonder.. and another pop-up showing up after.
You've learned to craft 'Wood Path'
1 wood required
As strange as this ability is.. you feel like you've just opened a lot of new possibilities.
Slowly you run your hand over each blue print, registering all the pop-ups until there weren't any more blueprints left.
You just lay down on the floor, staring at the wooden beams that held the house up..
Spring, 9:00pm
Huh.. time really passed didn't it?
You should have dinner.
Your vegetable medley wasn't going to eat itself..
You dust yourself a little, taking a rag to just shoo away the remaining dust
Unfortunately you didn't have any means of heating the food right now except for the fireplace.
You could give it a try.. you've always wanted to light a fireplace on your own- there was some firewood hoisted on a stand nearby so you carefully picked it up, bending to load it up in the fireplace.
After some debating, you pull the banister up- taking a matchstick from the ledge and lighting it up to throw into the fireplace..
The chill that had settled inside kicked in tenfold with the fire source making the difference known.. and you shift a little closer, unwrapping your medley and keeping it on your lap
Well.. you weren't going to stick it inside- you didn't think the plastic on the box was the heat-resistance type.. and you definitely prefered cold food over no food.
You stand up for a second to just pick up a mat and drag it over for you to sit and get comfy on- it was fuzzy under you and did it's job of keeping your feet warm as you ate..
The crackling of embers was the only thing that filled the silence apart from the sounds of your eating, and you feel.. content.
The food disappears slowly from the container and soon you're left with a full stomach.
You stand up without too much thought in mind, eyes already droopy as you quietly stand to extinguish the fire.. feeling much colder when the heat gradually faded away.
Instinctively you step towards the bed, intent on surrendering to the covers and letting sleep get the best of you.
The distant rush of wind against the window frames served as backround noise to your slumber.
A/N :
You may have started noticing some correspondence to sdv characters <3
So far.. Kunigami - Gus, Reo - Marnie, Nagi - Shane, Hiori (he's adopted btw) - Abigail
Kaiser - Elliot, Shidou - Penny/Pam, Sae- Maru.. y'know how Penny & Maru sit together on the bench and jst.. exist? Yeah that's literally them.
Rin - Sebastian <3 you might've guessed from the motorbike mention from Ryusei
If he wanted something, he did it and got it without much effort. And if he saw he couldn't, he tried another way. In reality, nothing was complicated for Sae.
He didn't overthink things; he was direct and got straight to the point. That’s how he was, and that’s how he would be for the rest of his life.
So, why was he so nervous around you that day?
Throughout your relationship, there were times you made him nervous, but only a little. But today? His hands were sweating—and that was with winter just setting in.
In his eyes, you looked perfect—like some kind of angel who had come down to make him happy and be by his side. He gazed at your hair, which looked flawless; Sae loved running his fingers through it as you drifted off to sleep. And oh, he loved your eyes—the way they sparkled whenever you did something you enjoyed; he absolutely loved it.
─Do I have something on my face?
You said, laughing; that was when Sae snapped back to reality and remembered what the two of you were doing there—in the park where you had met as children.
─I...
He grabbed your hands, wishing you wouldn't notice how nervous he was.
─I love you more than you realize. You are one of the best things that has ever come into my life... You are always here with me, even when I speak harshly to you without meaning to... You are an amazing woman, and honestly, I see you in my life forever.
He placed a small velvet box in your left hand.
─Please, let me be the man who accompanies you for the rest of your life.
With you, I can finally relax: Cuddling with Rin after a long day while you both share your daily struggles with each other.
Request no. 2
Not normal: Rin believes his flaws and struggles makes him dangerous. But with your help, he learns that no one is perfect and being imperfect does not make him unworthy of love.
Request no. 3
Barou falling for a very shy & introverted girl
Request no. 4
Barou have a crush on you, but you're terrified of him
Request no. 5.
How dare she steal my baby brother! Rin has fallen in love and has turned into a softie, which is making Sae terrified. So he starts investigating you like a criminal and then one day comes home early only to find Rin peacefully drooling on your lap on his couch.
Request no. 6
Lean on me a little: You're a person who always tries to do everything by yourself. And that's why Rin wants you to depend on him, even if it's a little, just so he can feel like you trust him enough to show your most vulnerable side to him.
Request no. 7
I can't love anyone else the way I love you: You're not only Rin's first friend, but also the person who stayed with him through thick and thin. Now that you both have grown up, you know the feelings you have for each other can't be denied anymore.
Request no. 8
We are finally meeting Rin's girlfriend!!! You, aka Rin's girlfriend finally meet Rin's teammates, aka the blue lock egoists.
Request no. 9
Thank you for loving the "imperfect" version of me: When a simple paparazzi interview turns the internet against you, Rin Itoshi shocks the entire world by publicly revealing just how deeply he loves you.
Request no. 10
A sweet morning with Rin
Request no. 11
OUR everything: Rin Itoshi swears he isn't obsessed— until his tiny son grows up looking exactly like him, stealing everyone's heart while Rin becomes the world's most possessive and softest father ever.
Request no. 12
I love her, nii chan: Rin shows up at Sae's apartment only to confess that he's hopelessly in love with you and unfortunately for him, Sae enjoys watching him suffer through every second of it.
Request no. 13
Drunk in love: After getting drunk for the first time in his life, Rin stops hiding how much he truly loves you by clinging, kissing and blurting out plans to marry you in the middle of the night.
Request no. 14
Rin Itoshi was the cutest baby ever! 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.
Request no 15
Everything Rin Itoshi ever wanted: Rin Itoshi once lived for football alone, but now his world revolves around two tiny children and the woman he loves. In the quiet moments of family life, he discovers that home is the greatest victory he's ever won.
Request no 16
Please, don't leave me: A nightmare shows Rin Itoshi the one future he can never survive: a world without you.
Request no. 17
That "bleh" of yours is just way too cute: After winning a guessing game with you, Rin does his cute "bleh" thing making you have a cuteness aggression and attack him with kisses.
Request no 18
Rin's morning aftercare
Request no 19
What does Sae think of his future sister-in-law? Everyone knows Rin Itoshi is hopelessly in love with his fiance, but no one expects Sae Itoshi's deadpan interview to reveal that he's calmly wondering why his future sister-in-law seems to hate him.
Request no 20
Kaiser trying to make you fall for him but you basically blush at every hot guy you see. So he tries to be the hottest one!
A/n:
First of all, thank you so much to everyone who participated in the event! When I first announced it, I had around 2,015 followers, and now we're at 2,703. That's honestly insane to me. Thank you all so, so much for your love and support!
I also want to apologize for taking so long to finish the event. University has been keeping me incredibly busy and then Rin got benched, which absolutely destroyed my motivation for a while (yes, I'm still not over it)
I also couldn't accept a lot of request either, mainly because a lot of them were sent after the submission period had already ended. But don't worry! I'll be keeping my inbox open for a while, so feel free to send in your requests. Just make sure to read my rules beforehand!
Lastly, thank you for sticking around. Your support, kind words and the hilarious comments you guys leave are what keep me motivated. Every interaction means more than you know and I'm so grateful that you all continue to enjoy my silly little delulu thoughts.
I love you guys so much. Thank you for always being here!
a/n : Inspired by the World Cup (obviouslyyy) and also inspired by he fact I worked a month in a perfume shop and I became obsessed with smelling each perfume lmao x) I suck at describing football because I don't know anything about it lmao (shame on me). I had a really great time writing this and I really enjoyed myself, so I hope you like it! I did not proofread since I'm working and I don't have time, so I apologise if there's any grammar mistake or inconsistency! Also I didn't know how to end this so the end is a bit messyyyy
wc : 5.7k
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Today’s shift has been a nightmare for you. The independent perfumery you were working for was desert. Not a soul in sight. You sighed, laying your hands on the cash register, silently hoping for someone to stop by. Sure, your location wasn’t ideal : in a small–but cute– pedestrian-only alley in the heart of the town. Almost nobody walked by here, since all the interesting things were on the opposite side of the city. It was a wonder this perfumery was still alive and well. Loyal–and wealthy– customers were probably the reason for it.
You glanced at your watch, 3 more hours to go. The amount of sleep you got this night because you wouldn’t stop overthinking. You could do this. It’s not as if you already cleaned the floor thrice, reorganized the drawers and shelves twice and made sure you had stock for every perfume.
If only you’d known that in a couple minutes the trajectory of your life would be changed forever, you’d have never believed it. It happened as you were checking a drawer for a click and collect. L’Eau d’Eclipse by Pierre-Marie Manoury. Not a bad choice, it smelled good : a mixture of fresh and floral with notes of vanilla and ylang-ylang. If you had to be perfectly honest, it was a perfume for rather old ladies. You’d never wear that, too scared of coming across as someone with old-fashioned tastes.
You spiralled deeper into your thoughts about the fragrance when you heard the delicious echoing sound of the bell meaning someone had at last walked through the door. You straightened up, put on your best customer friendly smile and greeted the pink-haired guy. He looked familiar, though you couldn’t place a name on that face. The first thing that struck you was his teal eyes, deeply hypnotising. Then, how wealthy he appeared to be, that was always a good omen for the register.
“Hello! Welcome to Velinora, how can I help you?”
“Hello… I’m looking for perfume.” He replied flatly, glancing around at the very much empty shop, seemingly uninterested by you.
“Really? Never would’ve guessed.” Your sarcasm seeping through, you noticed the unamused look he gave you. You cleared your throat. “I mean I can definitely help you with that.”
You cringed internally, already thinking the approach to the customer was a flop. You sucked it up, it was just a bad moment to live through and then you would never be haunted by that tonight, wouldn’t you?
Seeing the guy wasn’t very willing to give more information on what he was looking for, you tried to get the goods out of him.
“What kind of perfume, fragrances, are you looking for?” You questioned, already scanning the shelves with the precision of a sharp chef’s knife.
“I don’t really know.” He replied bluntly, taking a tester in his hands and checking the bottle out before placing it back.
“Great. Very helpful.” You ignored the side eye he gave you. “Is it for you or is it a gift?”
“For me.”
“Alright, it’ll be a bit easier then. Do you already wear perfume? Or do you have a brand, a scent you like? That would be a good indication.”
He sighed, obviously annoyed. “Can’t you just… give me a random one? I don’t care about the brand or the scent. I just need one.”
You frowned, tilting your head as you stepped back. Sure, you had some brands to value more than others and this was the perfect occasion to sell a particularly difficult and niche perfume : Terra di Luce by Strapponelli, it was an oaky, spicy, with hints of lava rock fragrance which almost no one liked, including you. But what he said offended you on a personal level. You would never let that slide, not when you spent hours learning the notes of perfumes, the slight differences and the magic that rested behind the scents.
“Let me stop you right there.” You smiled politely, but you wanted to slap him. How could he say that?? If it was up to you and you didn’t have a business to run, the guy would already be kicked out. “You can’t just… pick a random one. Perfumes are personal.” You explained. “It has to be unique, it has to be you having an emotional link with it.”
The guy scoffed, staring at you. He barely even raised an eyebrow. His arrogance was testing your last nerves.
“You think that’s ridiculous? It’s not. Every perfume has a story that led to its creation. I won’t go down that path or I’ll ramble for hours. So to make it short : no. I can’t pick one for you. You have to smell, and like the perfume. So tell me, why are you buying perfume today?” You asked, trying hard to stay polite. If your boss heard your stern voice, he'd actually have a heart attack : you should never talk to a client this way— you heard his voice ringing in your head.
The teal eyed guy stared at you for a couple seconds, then resigned himself. He slid his hands in his pockets. “My manager told me it’ll be a good idea to have a recognizable scent. Marketing stunt. He gave me one but I don’t like it. Smells too sour.”
“Now we have something.” You smiled faintly. “See? Wasn’t too hard.” You taunted. Seeing he was still not going with the flow, you went on immediately. “May I ask what job you do?”
He stared at you, a hint of surprise flashing in his bright eyes. Then, he replied carefully, as if you were mocking him. “I’m a professional football player.”
“Okay so you need perfume that sticks, not something light.” You replied immediately, your brain working quickly and not catching on what he just told you. You were about to grab a bottle when you realized who was really standing in your shop. Sae Itoshi. One of the most—if not the most—trendy football player of the season. You weren’t a fanatic of that sport, but he was famous enough that you heard of him even in your small perfumery world.
You slowly turned to Sae Itoshi. You pointed at him and a playful smile appeared on your face. “I’m not giving you a discount of any type.”
The pink haired man frowned, seemingly taken aback. He had been certain he’d eventually get a reaction from you once you understood who he was. But that? It was unexpected. “I’m sorry?”
“You’re rich, aren’t you? Why should I make you pay less?” You scoffed, placing your hands on your hips, entertained.
“...Customer service perhaps?”
“Yeah but you’re not a customer, you’re a freaking star.” You countered. “I believe paying 350 for a bottle of perfume isn’t a financial crisis for you.”
“...fair.”
To be honest, it was the 3 hours of sleep that made you act this way. Sure you were naturally playful and blunt. However, you were certainly not this way with a stranger, a customer, and a famous one at that. It would only be later you realized how you treated him. It cost you 4 hours of sleep and overthinking that night.
“Okay so let’s get into this.” You started, turning around already searching for thee perfume for thee Sae Itoshi.
“Does it really have to be such a big deal? Just get me a cologne…”
You whipped around. “Cologne? That won’t stick on you. Not if you want to wear it during matches. The sweat won't mix well with the scent anyway.” You paused, taking a tester from the shelf and spraying the perfume on a piece of paper. “What you need is a pure perfume. Maybe even an elixir.”
You handed him the paper, watching his reaction as he smelled it. He nodded faintly in approval.
“Smells good.”
“It does, doesn’t it? Strong, blunt and enchanting. Yet, it still has a hint of vulnerability and tenderness to it while being fresh.Seems like a perfume for guys like you”
Sae stared at you, as if you just bared his heart and revealed the naked truth. A disturbing feeling settled between his ribs, he was definitely bothered by your words and your ability to read him so effortlessly, even if you knew nothing about him personally. The way you didn’t even realise you threw him off made him feel some kind of butterflies in his stomach.
“What’s inside?” He asked, his eyes still staring at you. His interest was picked, and now you were the center of his attention and will be for a while— meaning the rest of his life, but neither of you knew that yet.
“So, that’s Midnight Velvet by Hortense. Inside we have Bergamot, orange blossom, ginger and cardamom. The woody note comes from patchouli.” You told him. “Do you want to try another one?”
He nodded. You spent the next 10 minutes making him try other fragrances. He was paying unwavering attention to what you were rambling on. Some would even say he was more focused on what you were telling him about perfumes than what his coach was telling him during training. In reality, he was more focused on how your voice sounded and how your face seemed to lighten whenever he agreed to your words.
“Do you actually learn the ingredients in each perfume?” He asked.
“Well, I do try to remember all of them so I can help customers in the best way possible.” You admitted, suddenly feeling self-aware.
“That’s impressive.”
“Is it?” You chuckled nervously. It wasn’t every day that you were complimented by a world class football player. Awkwardly, you cleared your throat and looked away, trying to find a way out of this. “So… which one do you like more?”
“The first one.” Sae replied. “Do you think it’s the one that suits me best?” He would never admit that for some unknown reason, having your opinion on the matter suddenly felt like the most important thing. And he would never admit he knew from the first second Midnight Velvet was the one for him, but if he had told you, you wouldn’t have rambled for 10 minutes, which would have made him feel bad.
“Midnight Velvet?”
“Yeah.”
“Well perfume is personal you have to choose. I can’t choose for you if you don’t—”
“I’m asking for your opinion, though. Do you think it’s the one that suits me best?” He repeated, holding eye contact.
You blinked, surprised. “Uhm… yeah. I think Midnight Velvet suits you best.” You smiled.
“Then I'll buy this one, if you don’t mind.”
“I obviously don’t mind.” You countered, finally recovering your playful side. “I mean that's my job, to make you buy things. The more the better.”
He let out a small amused huff, which felt like a victory. Taking the package of the said perfume, you led him to the register. As you scanned the fancy box, you caught him staring at your skilled hands.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how come you’re in Japan? I thought you were playing for Madrid.” You stated, making small talk.
Sae’s teal eyes snapped back to your face. He took in your features and the lines of your eyes, your nose and your mouth. He didn’t want to forget them. “Passeport business and Federation talk.” A beat. “You follow football?” He pondered.
“Not really, I just know the big names and watch the big games when I have time. My father is more of a fan.”
“I see…”
“You can pay, it’s over there.” You pointed to the device.
“You follow enough to know me.” He countered as he paid without checking the price.
You shrugged. “It’s not as if you’re an unknown anymore.”
Taking back his card, he agreed. “You know me, but I do not know you. What’s your name?”
Taken aback, you muttered your name without thinking. It felt odd in your mouth, but it was yours. Why the hell would he want to know your name?? You were just some stupid perfume seller. Compared to him, you were nobody.
“That's a pretty name. I like it.” He smirked before stepping out of the shop and leaving you to wonder if all this was just a hallucination. Your eyes stayed on his form until he was out of sight, far from the shop.
You ran your hand down your face, sighing heavily. You could already feel a headache forming. Out of all the weird things to ever happen in your life, this was definitely one of the weirdest.
Checking the register, you noticed he left a card. It wasn’t a credit one, more like a business one? You turned it around and saw a phone number. Could it be…? You quickly grabbed it and stuffed it in your pocket to avoid anyone seeing this. Looking around, you noticed no one was in the shop. Geez, you probably looked like a ridiculous shy mess.
The night was spent staring at the dark coloured card, with the golden outlines. Very fancy. Should you text the number to see the outcome? Definitely not. You’d only embarrass yourself…
So days passed by, and you slowly forgot about the unexpected events of that day. Well, forgetting is a strong word, you’d never forget it actually, more like it didn’t seem as important as it seemed back then. You focused on your cozy daily life, taking care of your cats, your perfumes and your small flat.
Approximately a month later, you found yourself in the same situation as the day you met Sae Itoshi. And as you noticed the similar setting while standing behind the counter, the pink haired man stepped into the shop. You froze, your brain trying to catch up with what was happening.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He flatly stated.
“Good morning to you too.” You countered, recovering from your previous choc.
A faint smile appeared on his handsome face. “Good morning.”
“What makes me worthy of your presence today?” You smirked.
“I used all the perfume. And you didn’t text me even though I left my business card.”
Your eyes widened slightly, impressed. “You finished the bottle already?”
“I did. Got many compliments about my scent with it. Thanks to you and your amazing advice.”
“Aw, you’re going to make me blush.” You chuckled.
“So I came back.” He leaned on the counter, his teal eyes fixated on you. “Here, just for you. To buy another bottle.”
“You could’ve gone to any other shop, you know that?” You smiled, putting away the perfumes you were registering, to make more room for Sae’s arms.
“I know. But I wanted to buy it here. Makes it more special to me.” He paused, long enough for the weight of his words to land. “And I wanted to know why you didn’t text me.”
“Why didn't I text you? I can’t just text an international football star, can I?” You scoffed.
“The question is why couldn’t you? I gave you my personal phone number.”
You stuttered, completely flustered by his unexpected behaviour. You shrugged, talking out your phone and the business card he gave you back then. You texted him immediately. The sound of a notification from his pocket confirmed to you this wasn’t a fake number. Your knees almost gave out, but you fought your hardest to keep your composure. You barely remembered how that day even ended.
The following year felt like the beginning of a fever year. Sae and you would text each other regularly, messages seeping through different time zones whenever he was training in Spain. The pink haired man came back to Japan more often since you two met, and always found excuses to stop by the perfumery : broken bottle, Lost bottle, left behind in a five stars hotel… He would never miss an opportunity to luckily miss perfume and buy a new one with you.
One night, as you were about to go to sleep after a rough day of dealing with particularly annoying clients, your phone’s screen lit up to Sae’s notification. You knew it was mid-afternoon in Spain, meaning he would be busy training and not texting you.
You frowned, reading the message.
Sae : What are you doing this July?
You : Working, I guess. Why?
S : How about coming to the US with me?
Y : LMAOOOOO
S : I’m serious.
Y : I can’t afford a trip to the USA.
S : I’ll pay for everything, you don’t have to worry about anything.
Y : Why do you even want to go on a trip with me in July in the US?
S : It’s the World Cup, idiot.
Y : Wait wait wait
Y : Are you fucking serious? You want me to accompany you at the freaking World Cup ???
S : Are you coming or not? I have to tell my manager right now if I have people coming. For the visas.
Y : Sae, I can’t just leave for one month… I have to check with my boss if that’s possible…
S : Take it or leave it.
Y : … Okay I’m coming.
S : 👍
You put down your phone, taking a moment to pinch your arm to make sure you weren’t dreaming. The wincing pain confirmed that it was very much real. Thee Sae Itoshi was bringing you to the World Cup, aka the most important sports event in the whole world. How the hell were you going to announce your departure to your boss? There was no way he would agree to let you leave more than a week. But then again, it was a once in a life opportunity… You decided to let the night bring wisdom and sink in your well deserved mattress.
Things went so fast you barely had time to really understand how important you were in Sae’s eyes. Not even his parents were invited to the World Cup, but you were. You realized that weeks later. You had somehow managed to convince your boss to let you leave for a month. You merely threatened him to take him to court with the evidence of all the unpaid hours he made you do. Anyway, you had landed in the United States of America by Sae’s side.
You attended every single one of his games, and even showed up to his training sessions. What else could you do? Tabloids wondered who you were, asking Sae about you in interviews, but he would always dismiss the subject by saying you’re nothing more than an assistant. That label didn’t bother you at first, because you were mostly focused on the unreal nature of your presence here. Then, it started to annoy you since Sae’s behaviour towards you meant anything but just an assistant or a friend.
Then it struck you, Sae was oblivious. He didn’t even realize how he was acting towards you. The whole “bringing breakfast to you in the morning”, the “searching for you in the stands after a goal”, “asking if you’re proud of him after every match” and “making sure you’re okay because of the heat and the crowded place” isn’t exactly just friend material.
You realized that on the day of the tournament. Sae and Japan managed to reach the final, thus possibly winning the first World Cup for his native country. He was nervous, painfully so. Although, you didn’t mind the view : he was standing at the hotel’s kitchen counter in your room, shirtless, visibly frowning. You’d grown fond of the man and his emotionally constipated nature. You stood up from your bed to join him for breakfast. With a smug smile you sat in front of him.
“You look like hell.” You teased.
He gave you a half bothered half deadpan look. “I’m stressed.”
“Didn’t know the great Sae Itoshi could be stressed.” You countered.
“It’s the World Cup Final. Stakes are high. Of course I’m gonna be nervous.”
“Fair.” You pouted. “Do you plan on wearing your perfume?”
“Obviously, it’s my lucky charm. Why wouldn’t I want to be lucky on the biggest day of my life?”
“Fair once again.” You chuckled. “What’re you gonna do if you win?”
He shrugged. “Lift the trophy.”
You deadpanned him. “After, you idiot.”
“Sleep for two days straight.”
“That’s in no way fun.”
“Never said I was a fun man.” He munched on the bread.
You scoffed. “Still.” You gazed at him, trying to read his face. “Alright. If you win, I’ll tell you something.”
That caught his attention, his eyes landed on you. “Tell me what?”
“Well I’m not going to tell you now, silly.” You giggled. “I’ll tell you if you win. Otherwise you’ll never know. Or I’ll tell you next time you win a World Cup.”
“Then I have no choice but to win tonight, haven’t I?”
“That’s pretty much the deal.” You affirmed, locking your eyes in his.
The match was intense. Worthy of a World Cup Final. At multiple times, you really thought Japan was about to win. Unfortunately, their opponent was too strong, too organized as a team. They beat Japan’s team in extra time. 3-2.
You were far from Sae when the referee blew the whistle to end the match, though it was as if you were next to him. Your heart broke for him. Without surprise, his face showed nothing, but his eyes, oh his eyes spoke volumes. Empty, devastated and recalculating every minor mistake he made. You quickly went to the changing room to catch him before he went in. As he saw you, he tried to ignore you and avoid you out of shame.
“Don’t you dare ignore me, Itoshi.” You grabbed the side of his shirt. “I don’t care that you lost. I’m not disappointed. I’m proud you fought until the very last second, you hear me?”
He stared at you. Words couldn’t come out of his mouth, the fear of tears taking over him was way too overwhelming. At that moment, the hole he felt in his chest filled up with a warm flame as he realised how much you cared for him and how precious you were to him. However, it was above him to voice such a feeling. So he hugged you tightly, burying his face in your neck. He smelled your perfume, the same one you had for years, the one you had when you two met. It eased some of the tension in his muscles.
“I have to go..” He murmured. Indeed he had to change, listen to his coach’s assessment of the match and reply to journalists. “I’ll see you later.” He added as he kissed your forehead before disappearing into the changing room.
Your heart tightened. That World Cup ended on a note of unfulfilled potential : no world title for the Japanese players, and no love confessed. If you had to put all these emotions into a perfume, it would be a bittersweet one with orange blossom, almond and neroli. But then, who would buy a perfume to scent the bittersweetness of an unfinished story?
Years passed by. Your meetings with Sae were regular and love between you continued to grow as he continued to be oblivious to it. You still worked in the same perfume shop you two met. And he still travelled between Japan and Spain. He never told you, but deep down you sensed he never got over the loss of the last World Cup. He was working harder than ever, to come back stronger.
Sometimes, you wondered if it was worth it to wait for him to realise you were in love with each other. Or maybe he knew and refused to acknowledge it. Every option hurt more than the last, and doubt seeped into your heart. You were no Penelope, how could you rely on the untold feelings of an emotionally dumb man and wait years for him? So you were tempted to find someone else, to change your mind with whatever you could. But your heart belonged to him, and much to your despair, you always crawled back to him in the deepest hours of the night. You were also tempted to tell him, but you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you grew over the years, and what if he didn’t like you back? What if he didn’t love you more than football? Was it worth it, to unveil your love to him, to just become a couple for the sake of it? Moreover, it wasn’t like he was an unattractive man. Women were at his feet, famous ones, rich ones… You were no match with your small perfumery shop and knowledge. On paper, these women were a perfect match for him, so how could you not feel insecure? Many times you wondered if he gave in the temptation of these women. Your thoughts grew more and more venomous and rotten as you lost more and more sleep each night.
Sae knew. He knew he felt more for you than he did with other people. He loved to be around you as you made him feel at home, he loved your scent, your rants about perfumes, he adored the way sunlight would hit your skin at the end of the day. It made him want to hold you against him and never let go. Never would he have guessed he’d feel this way for someone who had nothing in common with him or football. Much to his despair, he faced another struggle : sharing his feelings to you. He wasn’t blind, he saw the way you looked at him and he wanted to tell you everything that’s laid on his heart for now five years. But it was above his strength. Each time he would gather the courage to do so, he would chicken out. What if he misread you? What if you were in love with another man? He couldn’t bear the idea so he kept it all to himself. Bittersweetness filled his heart as you were everything he could think of. There was nothing he was seeing everyday without thinking of you. To top it all, Hortense, the label of the perfume you chose for him made him their effigy. They even created a perfume for him, Sae Itoshi. They even named it Boy genius. He never wore it though, since you never recommended it to him. Still, he wondered if you liked the perfume, it somehow mattered to him. Though, he never asked you your opinion on it, too afraid of your judgement.
Without surprise, the following World Cup arrived. Five years have gone by since your first meeting. You joined him in Spain, country where it was organized. Without surprise, the same circus happened : tabloids wondered who you were again, fans started to get more heated towards you and paparazzis tried to get more pictures of you with Sae. You did your best to not let it upset you. You were not a public person, you were just Sae’s friend, right? You couldn’t understand all the attention you were getting, people were here for the sport, not the gossip, weren’t they?
You managed to survive through the month without being skinned alive by anyone. The mood was electric and magnificent. There was no denying that these kinds of events were magical. As a spectator, it was amazing, but you also saw the other side of it : players were under enormous pressure. Having the country’s weight and expectations on their shoulders wasn’t easy.
Sae, obviously, showed nothing. However after five years of knowing each other, you started to understand how he was working. You were by his side, often just sitting in silence on the couch as he was watching his next opponents matches to analyze their techniques. You knew your presence was soothing him, so you didn’t try to do too much. You were just there, by his side. And it was all that he needed.
The night before the finale, as you were both sitting on the couch, he paused the match and turned to you.
“If I win tomorrow…” He started.
“Mmh?” You hummed, listening to him but still focused on the video playing on your phone.
“Will you tell me what you planned to tell me four years ago?”
A pause.
You turned off your phone and glanced at him, thrown off by this request.
“You still remember that?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know, it was four years ago, it was a long time ago.”
“I’m curious about what you wanted to tell me back then.”
“That’s ridiculous…”
“It’s not ridiculous. It mattered to you back then, so it matters to me now.”
“...”
“Will you keep that promise and tell me if I win?”
You smiled faintly, looking away. “If that’s what you want.”
“I want that if you want that.”
“Then yeah, I want that.”
A ghost of a smile appeared on his face. “I have no choice but to win now.”
“Looks like it.”
“I’m not winning for the country tomorrow. I’m winning for you.”
Your stomach dropped and butterflies blossomed in. Was he realising the weight of his words or was he just that dumb? The way he was gazing at your face proved he knew what he said and the effect it had on you. Nervously, you chuckled.
“Don’t be stupid.”
“I’ll be stupid for you.”
You scoffed. “Focus on the match tomorrow, don’t get distracted now.”
“Mmh.” He grabbed the TV remote and started to watch the match again.
You dismissed him not out of rudeness, but because it threw you off. How could one just drop a bomb like that on an evening before the biggest match of his life? You were almost having a heart attack. Damn. That man will be the death of you.
The next day, tension was at its strongest. The game was uptight. Fortunately, the outcome wasn’t the same as four years prior. In extra time, Japanese players managed to shoot a beautiful, well-deserved goal. The referee blew the whistle to end the match. You couldn’t believe your eyes, Sae was finally a World Champion, after all these years of hard work he finally made it.
You couldn’t help but let the tears overwhelm you, almost enough that you didn’t see him climbing the stands to get to you. Most people had gone on the field to celebrate, everyone but you and now Sae who joined you. He grabbed your cheeks and wiped your tears.
“Why are you crying?” He asked, almost concerned.
“For you, idiot.” You chuckled, cupping his jawline. “Because I’m proud of you. Because I’m so so very much happy for you.” You smiled through the tears.
A smile appeared on his face, a rare, real, precious smile. It made you tear up even more.
“I won for you, you know that.” He rested his forehead against yours. “So now you have to tell me the secret you’ve been keeping from me.”
You chuckled. “You’re not losing your bearings, are you?” You paused, trying to regain some composure.
Music was loud, people were cheering, Sae’s coach and teammates were celebrating and soon he’d have to go back down to lift the trophy and get his medal. And yet, at this very moment it was only you and him in your little bubble no one could burst. Time seemed to slow down. Emotions were powerful, heavy, overwhelming. You had to get it out your chest or you might just explode.
“I love you.” You finally admitted. After five years, the words stuck in your throat finally freed themselves. It felt so good to finally say it. “Fuck…I love you so much Sae… I love you so much it hurts.” Tears were flowing, out of relief and happiness.
He stared at you, realisation daunting him. Your words hit his heart in a way he would’ve never imagined. At that moment, he was at the top of the world.
“Idiot…” He breathed out, smiling contently. “I love you too…” He hugged you tightly.
The rest of the day happened in a blur. Excitation everywhere, congratulations flowing, celebrations with whoever was passing by… What else could you wish for? You had your man, who was a freaking World Champion.
Things calmed down the next day. You woke up next to Sae in tangled sheets. He was still sound asleep. Poor guy was probably exhausted from everything. He probably needed vacations. You grabbed your phone to scroll on social media for a bit. After a while, you found an extract from an interview Sae gave the day before.
“What are you feeling now that you have reached the rarest trophy? What are you planning now?”
“I have won more than just a trophy, I won everything I could wish for. For now, I plan on spending time with someone I care deeply for. We’ll see about my career later. But I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”
You smiled to yourself. Sae shifted, half-asleep, throwing an arm over your waist and burying his face in the back of your neck, making you the little spoon.
“Morning World Champion.” You teased.
You felt a small amused breath reach your skin. “Morning.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Exhausted. My limbs are sore. I want to spend the day in bed with you.”
You chuckled quietly. “That can be arranged.”
You put down your phone and turned around to mold into his body for a hug. He wrapped his arms around you, securing you and making sure you couldn’t leave his embrace.
“You smell good.” He murmured, burying his nose in your hair.
“I’m not wearing any perfume though.”
“I know, I like your perfume and the scent of your skin.”
“How does it smell?” You asked him.
“Mmh…” He paused, thinking, still very much half-asleep. “Sweet and perfect. Just like you.”
You chuckled quietly. “You could be a great perfume seller.”
“Got that from you.” He countered, satisfied. He needed nothing more right now, just you, his gold medal and a calm day without any training, any journalist or paparazzis. At that moment, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life holding you like that every morning.
michael kaiser with a celebrity (actress) that nobody knew how he pulled.
⤷ kaiser is very much devoted to you, profanity, social media au, fem! reader, hidden relationship revealed, all people in post is just a pose reference, relationship analysis thread.
you’re minding your business at the courtyard when a tan man with ombre hair approaches you.
“hey there, beautiful. my name’s ryusei.”
“shut the fuck up, i’m not here to make friends,” you say, flipping through another page in your book.
“oh yeah, i love ‘em feisty!” his pupils practically form into hearts as he takes a seat next to you, making you sigh heavily. “what are you in for, baby? hold on, lemme guess…” he holds up a finger as you stare at him, his eyes scanning you. “it can’t be an eating disorder ‘cause that ass is fat!”
“can you leave me alone, pink tips?” you scowl.
“oh, i got a pink tip for you, alright,” he smirks, nodding to himself proudly before you smack him with a book.
“nurse!” you yell out.
“you smacked me and you’re snitching?!” he says, looking at you with sad puppy dog eyes as the nurses pull you two apart.
ima make this a series this is sooo fun i love writing for unhinged characters
♦ Fandom : Blue Lock [canon divergent] | Masterlist | Read on Ao3
♦ Pairing : Julien Loki x gn!reader
♦ Content :
○ Inspired by 2026WC, post-World Cup defeat
○ Media harassment, online hate, racism (condemned)
○ Hurt/comfort, fluff, emotional support
♦ Synopsis : The WC is over and the criticism has begun but before everyone goes home, Julien Loki has one last proposal.
♦ Words : around 2.2k
♦ Dronna's note : I am so angry about the wave of hate the French national team players are facing right now soooo here is a little comfort fic. Sorry not sorry, English is not my first language.
The World Cup was finally over and France had finished in fourth place. Of course, you were very disappointed and frustrated, just like the rest of your teammates. But compared to some of them, you were lucky : you were one of the players who had received the least amount of hate. For weeks, France had been the tournament favorites. Journalists couldn't stop praising the team but after the defeat against Spain, everything changed overnight.
Even if your performances during the tournament had been amazing, the French media (and a large part of the public) seemed to forget everything you had achieved.
It was the last day at the French camp and it was your turn to film the players' POV for the World Cup documentary.
"We haven't filmed much since the loss against Spain," one of the cameramen explained. "We need more content and maybe the guys will be more cooperative with the daily vlog than they were during the interviews."
The documentary was supposed to combine footage filmed by the production team with clips recorded by the players themselves. Reluctantly, you accepted the camera and pressed the record button.
"Last day at the French camp," you said to the camera, filming yourself.
You didn't even try to smile. You simply weren't in the mood to pretend. You walked into the recreation room, where Renoir, Leyden, Hermès and Bats were playing foosball.
"As you can see," you commented while approaching them, "we never stop playing football.
— Y/N ! Y/N ! Film me ! Film me !" Leyden shouted. "I'm winning !
— No camera," Renoir protested without taking his eyes off the table. "Don't distract us. We're playing the final.
— Okay, okay."
You turned around and pointed the camera toward the couch. Gabon was scrolling through his phone while Chapa leaned over his shoulder to read the screen. Hugo sat beside them with his eternal blank book.
"Les bâtards..," Gabon muttered through gritted teeth. ["Bastards..."]
Chapa frowned, his eyes scanning the post quickly. Then Gabon silently held his phone out for you to see. A French internet user had compiled some of the worst newspaper headlines published after France's elimination. The headlines were mocking the team and fueling the wave of criticism and hate. Your first instinct was to lower the camera.
"Don't stop," Gabon said quietly. "Show everyone how toxic those 'journalists' can be... and that we're not letting it get to us."
The headlines were merciless.
[Inspired by real headlines :]
"Julien Loki : brilliant but fleeting like a shooting star."
"Vamos à la maison." [A play on words mixing Spanish and French : "Let's go home."]
"Les Bleus swept aside. Humiliated."
"All that... for nothing."
"A huge disappointment. A complete disaster. A ruined 14 Juillet." [14 Juillet = French national day]
"Brace yourselves : this is what a hard fall looks like. France had looked destined for greatness, only to be steamrolled out of the World Cup."
"We all got carried away. Hugo and Loki were hailed as the tournament's best duo. Hugo was already being seated at the table alongside Noa, even though he isn't even in the kitchen yet. As for Loki, we're reminded once again that the number 10 no longer has a place in modern football."
“Julien Loki : blinded by his own ego."
"He thought he was a god but he’s nothing more than a little monkey."
"Too many Black players on France's U-20 national team ?"
You froze when you reached the last two headlines. Slowly, you lowered the camera and stopped recording. Hugo looked at you. His face remained impassive but there was no mistaking the frustration and anger in his voice :
"For them, we're not allowed to be human," he said. "We played badly. That's true. But even as professionals, we're still human."
You nodded, your chest tightening with anger.
"Where's Julien ?" you asked, setting the camera aside. "Has anyone seen him today ?
— Outside," Gabon replied. "Playing with Charles."
You left your teammates and headed toward one of the training fields, where the two young men were kicking a ball around. Or at least pretending to. It didn't look like training anymore. They were simply trying to relax.
"Hey."
Charles flicked the ball toward you, sending it high into the air. You met it with your forehead and headed it back to Julien.
"Need water," Charles announced before jogging off beneath the blazing sun.
Julien trapped the ball effortlessly and started juggling again while you sat down on the grass.
"How are you feeling ?" you asked.
At first glance, Julien looked exactly the same as always. He hadn't cried after France's elimination and he hadn't complained. If you didn't know him so well, you might have thought he wasn't affected at all.
"I've been better," he admitted. "You ?
— Same."
A brief silence settled between you before you said :
"But... I believe the coach when he says we're the strongest generation French football has ever had. We're the new Les Bleus."
Julien glanced at you before returning his attention to the ball.
"Trying to cheer me up ?
— You need cheering up ?
— I need to focus on the Europa League if I want to be ready for September.
— You know... you're allowed to take a break."
His pride would never allow him to fall apart (not even for a second) but you knew he needed one. You argued :
"Sometimes it's more productive to take a day off. Play foosball, eat ice cream, relax by the pool. That's what everyone's doing. You can do it too.
— It's not that I don't want to take a break..."
He didn't elaborate but you understood : he wanted to move on and to focus on the next competition instead of dwelling on the defeat.
"You don't have to become a cyborg like Noa to become the best."
Julien let out a quiet laugh. He stopped juggling, caught the ball and looked at you with his usual confident smile.
"I'm already better than Noa was at my age," Julien replied matter-of-factly. "But... thanks."
He sat down beside you, close enough for your shoulders to brush. Then he stretched out his legs before lying back on the grass, his eyes fixed on the endless blue sky.
"I'm worried about you," you admitted.
Julien remained silent for a moment before replying :
"Not everyone has to like me... and I don't give those people too much importance. They have nothing to criticize except my skin color. This isn't about football."
Julien wasn't the kind of person to be discouraged by criticism, especially when it had nothing to do with his skills or the way he played. You couldn't help but admire the way he handled the situation.
You lay back on the grass and turned your head toward him. At the same moment, he turned to face you and your eyes met. Neither of you spoke for several seconds.
"Okay," he finally said. "Let's take a break today."
You nodded, relieved that he had finally agreed to rest.
"Together," he added, his usual smile appearing on his face.
"It's an honor, Captain.
— 'Captain' ? " he repeated with an amused smile. "I thought we were friends off the pitch."
As the newest members of the team, a part of you was still impressed by him. Embarrassed, you looked away and stared back at the sky.
"Yeah... friends."
Okay. Maybe, in your eyes, he was a little more than just a friend. For a long time, his talent had impressed you so much that he had always seemed completely out of reach, both as a football player and as a person. But after spending so much time with him during the tournament you had changed your perspective. He played like a god, yet he was still human. A human who happened to be just a little too attractive for your own good.
"Honestly," he admitted after a while, "I'm mostly angry with myself. I could've done much better.
— Me too. And next time... we'll be too old to play for the U-20 team. I'm not even sure I'll be selected for the senior national team. Maybe this was... my first and last World Cup.
— If that's how you think," Julien replied calmly, "then yes, you'll never be selected.
— Have you always been this confident ?
— I believed in myself from the beginning. That's what got me this far." He paused before adding : "I still believe in myself. And I know I'll become the best. Better than the previous generation.
— Noa isn't that old.
— He'll be surpassed soon enough."
The gap between Noa and yourself was so enormous that the idea of competing with him one day seemed almost impossible. But not for Julien. He could already picture the day he would surpass the world's best player.
"Y/N," Julien said, his tone softening slightly, "you have what it takes to be selected. You just need to believe in yourself."
You had come to comfort him, instead he was the one reassuring you.
"They said I'm full of myself ?" he added with a small smile. "I'm just being realistic."
He was arrogant, yet you couldn't help finding it charming. The way he believed in himself and the way he had already planned his entire future were so different from you. It was as if you were drawn to his light, to his confidence.
Still lying on the grass, his hand brushed against your bare arm.
"What would you think about joining PXG ?"
You had been playing for the same French club since the beginning of your professional career.
"I'd know how to bring out your full potential," he explained. "You just need a little better guidance.
— You mean it ?
— Yes. And to be honest, I enjoyed playing with you."
You looked at him. He seemed serious, sincere.
"Me too. I learned a lot from you.
— Then come with me," he said. "I'll teach you more. A lot more."
You didn't answer right away. Not because you disliked the idea of joining his club but because you liked it too much.
"What do you think, Y/N ?
— I really... love your idea !"
You pushed yourself upright and sat up.
"Playing with you and Charles ? Joining PXG ?" you repeated excitedly.
Julien, still lying beside you, smiled.
"Cute," he whispered. "I missed that.
— Huh? What did you say ?
— I haven't seen you smile since we lost.
— I didn't really have a reason to.
— It’s nice to see it again."
He stood up and held out his hand to help you to your feet. The moment you were standing in front of him, he gently pulled you into a hug. It wasn't the kind of embrace people shared after a victory, it was quieter, more personal. Almost intimate.
"I can count on you ?" he whispered. "To stay by my side ? This time... victory will be mine."
You hugged him back, your arms tightening gently around him. He didn't let go immediately. Just one more heartbeat before stepping back. When he finally stepped away, he was still smiling. He lingered for a brief second before letting go as if he didn't really want to end the embrace. He brushed a few strands of hair away from your face.
"Come on," Julien said. "Let's grab some ice cream before the others eat it all."
He gave your hand a quick squeeze and you wished he would keep holding it. Instead, he let go and started walking back toward the building. Charles and Vivien were standing near the entrance, chatting.
"Héhéhé ~ "
Julien glanced at Charles suspiciously and asked :
"What are you cooking up ?"
Grinning proudly, Charles held up his phone.
"Since Y/N didn't film anything for the daily vlog... I did."
On the screen, Julien and you were lying side by side on the grass, talking. You realized how close the two of you had been. The video continued : now you were hugging each other.
"He couldn't wait for the documentary to come out," Vivien commented. “It’s already on our official account.
— What did you post, Charles ?!" you exclaimed, spinning toward him.
A mischievous grin spread across his face before he showed you the edited version. Pink frame, hearts and flowers, French romantic song and ridiculously dramatic transitions.
♫ Quand il me prend dans ses bras [When he takes me into his arms]
Il me parle l'a tout bas [He speaks to me softly]
Je vois la vie en rose [And I see life through rose-colored glasses]
Il me dit des mots d'amour [He speaks words of love to me]
Des mots de tous les jours [They are every day words]
Et ça m' fait quelque chose [And they do something to me]
Il est entré dans mon coeur [He has entered into my heart]
Une part de bonheur [A bit of happiness]
Dont je connais la cause [That I know the cause of]
C'est lui pour moi [It's only him for me]
Moi pour lui dans la vie [And me for him, for life]
Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie ♫ [He told me, he swore to me, for life]
Judging by the flood of comments already appearing beneath the post, plenty of people had concluded that the two of you were dating. Of course they had, they loved that kind of rumors.
"Why does everyone think we're dating ?!" you protested. "It's just... football stuff !"
Julien watched the edit with a raised eyebrow.
"Charles ! People are going to gossip !" you complained.
"What ?" Charles shrugged innocently. "You looked cute.
— Ju’ ! Say something !
— I don't mind if people think we're dating,” he replied simply before walking inside. "Time for ice cream.
— What ?!" you let out, hurrying after him. "What do you mean you don't mind ?!
— Because I don't.”
Behind you, Charles and Vivien exchanged a knowing look.
this is part three! you want to see part one or two? -> here and here
synopsis: he's only joking around.... right?
in other words, shidou flirting with his grumpy ass best friend while also flirting with his partner. he likes you both and he's not even trying to hide it.
content warnings: shidou gets upset. sae's POV in three screenshots. shidou + corny ass nicknames. sae is a complete dumbass (affectionate)
cafe crush kaiser who is so kind to the baristas, and always comes into this local shop dressed casually, but his hair is always styled, and he has a new book every month...
After circling around each other for months (he does not give a freak for you btw, he tunes out everyone that's near him), but it's too busy, everyone is pushing you and you really just want to get to the pickup counter, get your mug and sit in the corner somewhere only for someone to grab YOUR drink after your name was called.
only for your cafe crush to grab the person by the arm (and maybe an argument occurs. Kaiser gets pissed, but hey, he's a pro football player and he cannot get caught in a scandal after the last time him and Yoichi got into a fight on the pitch), and offers to buy you a drink instead, and sits with u while the two of you read (parallel play wahoo)
You have no idea this guy is a pro football player , and you casually ask for his number to send over the money you owe him, and he smiles, gives it to you anyway. Then your male friend casually goes "oh there's a game :3 come with me" and the guy who bought you a coffee is in the starting line up ....
a/n: im back this is something that randomly came to me at night so I decided to write it. this is definitely ooc so if you don't like it here's the warning.
cw; female reader x nagi seishiro, alt universes, ooc nagi , bad writing
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You had always been interested in the way the galaxy worked. The ways the stars shined their brilliance with no care in the world. You imagined if one were to become human the next morning and show up at your school just dripping in good looks and confidence. Anyways, enough about the stars. You quietly stepped back into the dark apartment and closed the balcony door. The floor creaked with every step taken to your bed. Finally, with a long exhale, your muscles relaxed; before you knew it, you had fallen into the world of your dreams...
Someone was spooning you.
You felt it.
The heavy, long arms holding you by the torso, as if you'd run away in your sleep. You quickly got up and screamed, questioning who the man was.
The rustling of sheets and commotion woke the man up with a grumble. Now that you were up, you got a good look at him; his white hair managed to cover his eyes.
"What the hell are you doing in my bed!?" You yelled.
“What, no, you’re in my bed," the man spoke as he reached for his pillow and placed it over his head. As if you were just a noisy mosquito that was disturbing his sleep.
Seriously, did this man have no survival instincts?
You quickly scanned over the room, and OH MY GOSH, he was right.
Had you been sleepwalking? Maybe you got drunk or too high? The man’s monotone voice cut through before you could question yourself any further.
"Your hands look at them," he said with a bored expression on his face.
Before you even peered down, you felt a tingling, warm sensation starting from your fingertips as it slowly made its way up your arms throughout the rest of your body. As you looked at your body, it was vanishing? It wasn't like you were turning into dust, you were just kind of fading away.
The man stared at you with an expression you still hadn't seen it was interest? confusion?
Before you could even begin to panic or cry, you realized you were sitting on your bed. Your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to figure out what was going on.
Obviously, that was a dream, right? It was the only logical explanation, right? I mean, yes, a dream, just a really, really realistic one. A lucid dream. That was what gave you the most comfort, so that's what it was.
You looked over at your alarm: 8:00 a.m. on the dot. Damn it, you wanted to sleep in on your day off. You hesitantly got off the bed and hopped into the shower to wipe off the glistening sheen of sweat that had appeared over your body.
Your wet hair was being held by the towel as you brushed your teeth. As you rinsed out your mouth, you looked into the mirror. And despite the slight fog that the mirror had gathered, you could tell that what you were looking at was not your reflection.
In the mirror, the white-haired man was staring right back at you with his toothbrush still in his mouth. His eyes widened.
"Oh wow, guess I'm not crazy," you clearly heard him say.
"Holy shit," you said to yourself, not once breaking eye contact with him.
The universe must have been bored. Seems like you two were going to be seeing more of each other, whether you wanted to or not.
“I’ve never noticed how cute your smile is up close”
Pairing: Yoichi Isagi x reader (pt. 1)
Summery: You intend on texted your eldest brother, Sae about getting you a snack on his way home from the airport but instead accidentally texted the wrong number who happens to be someone from your school, Yoichi Isagi a boy who your twin brother Rin has a rivalry with.
All notes at the end
(Please do not steal my work or feed my work to AI)
A/n: this is series I’m working on for my TikTok acc also so that’s why all the pics are blurry and look wonky but really I hope you enjoy this cuz this is gonna be a bit of work in progress
Cw/tags: 18+ nsfw, female implied(?), vibrator, Kuni!rope bunny, p in v, BAD grammar, oral both receiving, (that’s it I think????)
Wc: 1.1k
A- After care:
He’d be the kindest, he would have water prepared for when the two of you are done. Always checking on you “I didn’t go too far, did i, Angel?” Only once you give him a verbal answer does he kiss you one more time before move into doing anything else. It would definitely take him a minute to recuperate himself, but once he did he would get you cleaned up, maybe a bath if you had the energy to stay awake during it (yk damn well you don’t). That or taking a shower in the morning. Then the two of you are cuddled up with fluffy blankets, putting you in one of his shirts and he’s rubbing your back to soothe you into sleep.
B- Body part:
Nape of your neck. “I look at both men and women there.” Well he’s definitely doing more then looking. You’d have to cover it with how much he attacks it when the two of you are in private. He just thinks it’s pretty, watching the flush creep up it.
C- Cum:
He’d most likely like to pull out to avoid risk, but have you swallow to avoid mess. And when he’s going down on you he’s lapping up everything. OK #donewitdat
D- Dirty secret:
He has the biggest hard on when you bite him, he really doesn’t know why it is but even little nips to his neck or ear has him going.
E- Experience:
He’s had relationships before sure, and he’s got close to it, got head, but never the full thing.
F- Favorite position:
Missionary, loving the view of the expressions you make. Same thing with cowgirl. Other than those he likes anything face down so that he can grab you by the nape whilst thrusting.
G- Goof:
Kunigami is so serious in the moment, serious about making you feel good and making you both finish on time.
H- Hair:
#glossyballsglossymfballsbitch(jk #barnyard)
He takes care of it. He’ll get rid of it if it really bothers you but it’s usually trimmed the top more grown out then the rest. Pre wild card is shaving that happy trail out.
I- Intimacy:
Kisses on your nape before grabbing you there, holding your hand when he speeds up. He’s taking his time with you, he’d rather go slower and deeper than basically having a quickie. No, this is y’all’s time, he will make sure you’ll enjoy it.
J-Jerk off:
If you’re not in the mood he can absolutely take care of himself, no pressure on you. He’d use either your panties or do it to a picture of you. Would record it if you asked nicely enough.
K- Kink:
He’s very vanilla. He doesn’t really have one, he just likes you and the things you do to him. But if he were to it would be seeing you in cutesy lingerie. Lace, bows, frills, all of it.
L- Location:
He’d prefer somewhere private and easy to clean up, the bed, couch and the shower is perfect for just that.
M- Motivation:
Kunigami loves seeing you In his clothes and mundane tasks. You’re baking for him? That’s not the only thing getting ate. You just look so pretty and he’s already moving your hair over your shoulder to see the nape of your neck…
N- No:
Any thing that would hurt, wouldn’t wanna do anything that hurts you two. He does a little slapping ass and holding your wrist but never to the point that’s it hurts.
O- Oral:
Kunigami would be eaterrrrr. He likes being inside you better than head. But if you need a little something? Best believe he’s on itttt.
P- Pace:
Slow and deep>fast and hard. Those it depends if he lost a game and if he scored a goal or not. After game adrenaline also pounding into you.
Q- Quickie:
He’d much rather wait, he likes the intimacy mixed in with yalls lustful night. Doesn't really like using you as a means to get off, he has his hand for that. But if it’s you who wants it then he’ll consider.
R- Risk:
With this it feels tasteless, he respects public spaces and picks up the trash that’s fallen out the local garbage. He really wouldn’t want to disrespect both of y'all's private time. He also doesn’t like the idea of others hearing you either.
S- Stamina:
Limit? What’s that? He’s built, he’s good for roundsss. The only reason why it takes anything from him is because it’s not a usual workout, he’s also pulsing and nutting. Draining him in a good way.
T- Toys:
He will let you experiment, nervous but sure in you to stop when he says your safe word. Not too far though. More like regular ones. Maybe you in a blindfold, maybe him bound with you controlling the vibrator.
U- Unfair:
He’s not really the teasing type, he might joke like “Won’t you give your hero a kiss?” Maybe in bed he’ll pull out and slow done just to elongated the time you to have thrusting n rutting into each other edging you both. But then that’s also like teasing himself.
V- Volume:
Grunting and groaning and he isn’t exactly quiet. But to be fair he doesn’t have to be, in the privacy of your own home. He encourages you to not quiet down either and if you don’t, he’ll be less nervous to repress himself.
I- Intimacy:
Kisses on your nape before grabbing you there, holding your hand when he speeds up. He’s taking his time with you, he’d rather go slower and deeper than basically having a quickie. No, this is y’all’s time, he will make sure you’ll enjoy it.
J-Jerk off:
If you’re not in the mood he can absolutely take care of himself, no pressure on you. He’d use either your panties or do it to a picture of you. Would record it if you asked nicely enough.
K- Kink:
He’s very vanilla. He doesn’t really have one, he just likes you and the things you do to him. But if he were to it would be seeing you in cutesy lingerie. Lace, bows, frills, all of it.
L- Location:
He’d prefer somewhere private and easy to clean up, the bed, couch and the shower is perfect for just that.
M- Motivation:
Kunigami loves seeing you In his clothes and mundane tasks. You’re baking for him? That’s not the only thing getting ate. You just look so pretty and he’s already moving your hair over your shoulder to see the nape of your neck…
N- No:
Any thing that would hurt, wouldn’t wanna do anything that hurts you two. He does a little slapping ass and holding your wrist but never to the point that’s it hurts.
O- Oral:
Kunigami would be eaterrrrr. He likes being inside you better than head. But if you need a little something? Best believe he’s on itttt.
P- Pace:
Slow and deep>fast and hard. Though it depends if he lost a game and if he scored a goal or not. After game adrenaline also pounding into you.
Q- Quickie:
He’d much rather wait, he likes the intimacy mixed in with yalls lustful night. Doesn't really like using you as a means to get off, he has his hand for that. But if it’s you who wants it then he’ll consider.
R- Risk:
With this it feels tasteless, he respects public spaces and picks up the trash that’s fallen out the local garbage. He really wouldn’t want to disrespect both of y'all's private time. He also doesn’t like the idea of others hearing you either.
S- Stamina:
Limit? What’s that? He’s built, he’s good for roundsss. The only reason why it takes anything from him is because it’s not a usual workout, he’s also pulsing and nutting. Draining him in a good way.
T- Toys:
He will let you experiment, nervous but sure in you to stop when he says your safe word. Not too far though. More like regular ones. Maybe you in a blindfold, maybe him bound with you controlling the vibrator.
U- Unfair:
He’s not really the teasing type, he might joke like “Won’t you give your hero a kiss?” Maybe in bed he’ll pull out and slow done just to elongated the time you to have thrusting n rutting into each other edging you both. But then that’s also like teasing himself.
V- Volume:
Grunting and groaning and he isn’t exactly quiet. But to be fair he doesn’t have to be, in the privacy of your own home. He encourages you to not quiet down either and if you don’t, he’ll be less nervous to repress himself.
W- Wild card:
He secretly loves it when you guide him. Wether it's in the bedroom or just in regular life. Because he knows he's strong enough to not have to listen, but people do what "god" tells them to do on a daily basis, and damn if there wasn't an angel in his ear right now. Having the power to not listen sounds stupid when he has the power to do what you want.
X- X-ray:
That’s a dichhhhh. Grows even more when harder. It’s girth-ier than most, thicker base, with a pretty pink tip with a slight curve. He’s trimmed but a little longer at the top, orange and curly.
Y- Yearning:
He yearns for your presence when the day starts to dip. He seeks out your touch like it's the only thing that can smooth him. Like your smile is the only thing that can brighten his day. If he's labored fruitlessly, That's okay as long as he can retire for the day melt into your embrace.
Z- Zzz:
He has to go to sleep at a certain time, having to take care of his body since he's a footballer. He loves spending his night time routine with you even if yours is longer. Harden, strong arms Hold you through the night, tucked against his chest. As a big guy he radiates warmth to you, always rubbing your back once you get into bed. He loves being big spoon, gently holding you, chin resting on your shoulder snoring in your ear. Or sleeping facing you, holding each other throughout the night morning kisses when you wake.
