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vivian hugo ۶ৎ
wet & grinding for more × you’re needy for him × he lied that he was gonna go slow and gentle × he’s so pussy drunk .. × he finally comes home × yummy cum ! × you have to stay quiet or else × you both needed this .. × he’s talking to you through it × just licking the tip
michael kaiser ۶ৎ
all he wants is you × stay quiet.. × you told him to go harder .. × you couldn’t help yourself but to jerk him off × he’s so big you couldn’t help yourself × he’s such a tease × he missed you so much × pleasing you while pleasing himself × this is perfect × he’s so mean
sae itoshi ۶ৎ
this is hot × so oily × missionary cus you love his face × what a nice view × you gotta work for it × how he fingers you × grinding on him cus you missed him × mmmm × it’s just so good × he’s clingy when he misses you
bunny iglesias ۶ৎ
you both needed it and it shows × you’re a moaning mess for him × another quickie in the car before his training × whatever pace you wants because he doesn’t mind × morning sex with him × he stopped moving so you had to do the work × up and down and repeat × take your punishment × ouuu he came back from practice needing you × jerking him off
julian loki ۶ৎ
yummy blowjob × just the tip × pulled out in time × bounce on it like a good girl × ride it like there’s no time left × you needed him so bad × in front of the mirror so you can see but you fold easily × tehehe you asked for it × you asked him to go harder on you × you wanted it badly
don lorenzo ۶ৎ
you both couldn’t keep quiet × backshots everyday × he couldn’t stop teasing you × sitting on his face & more × what he sends you while you’re gone × he loves your thighs × you’re a good girl for him × creampie × he filled you up
teddy knight ۶ৎ
pretty missionary × he’s so big.. × what a teaser × sorta body size kink .. × he’s bigger than you think × he’s so aggressive today × this is sexy af × cute close up × a quickie in the car × oops he’s teasing again × tehehe
ummhm hi you’re writing is amazing and the way you portray bunny is unmatched has me spiraling. becuz now all i think about is bunny with a corruption kink and making it his mission to take bsf! y/n’s virginity after she opens up to him 👀
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ bunny iglesias can’t help but get turned on by being the one to take his best friend’s virginity (˶>⩊<˶)
bunny iglesias knows he’s sick and depraved sometimes. he knows that he can be the biggest asshole ever—yet, you don’t seem to care, even as his best friend. however, even as his best friend, it seems that you still can’t take the hint that he’s practically infatuated with you, running on the idea that he—bunny, fc barça’s current young talent—would never like you.
so of course, you’d pivot and settle for some other guys… until you got dumped and decided you wanted to get hammered with bunny instead.
so there you were, sat across from each other while playing some stupid gag gift card game you found at the gas station to play. it really, really, was stupid; like “worst [insert] you’ve had? or take a shot” kind of thing.
“worst… hook-up you’ve ever had? oh shit, n/n, you’re already looking off. ¿te da vergüenza, chica? [you ashamed, girl?]. he was such an ass—purposefully rolling his r’s just to mock you and really emphasize the question. so it felt…
perhaps it was the sips of alcohol you already had before laughing a bit. “y’know, i’m a virgin, so unfortunately i gotta say none. my ex didn’t like that very much.”
if only you could take a picture of bunny’s face—because he looked absolutely livid right now.
it almost pained him to ask, but why the hell not… “was he your first love?” it was a mundane question that, if bunny wasn’t as infatuated with you as he was, it was mean nothing to ask you. but he felt his heart get squeezed at the mere thought of you saying yes—
“no,” you looked away, almost like you were embarrassed. was it the alcohol? yeah… maybe it was. because you felt bold… more bold than you should.
“don’t laugh, bunny. but he’s not. still hurts though. besides, i don’t even think my first love even knows, haha.”
he felt more relieved than he should, it was bullshit, but that squeezing feeling hit him again and he blinked. “then who?”
you turned to him, eyes watery and delicate like you could start bawling.
you looked pretty, the dim lights from the lamps surrounding the two of you was hitting you and even with your messy hair and tear-streaked cheeks, swollen eyes, and puffy lips, you still managed to look like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. your white pointelle long-sleeve and hair shaping your face made you look damn heavenly.
he so fucking badly wanted to corrupt that. for you to be absolutely full of him. he wanted to be a sick, deplorable pervert and just fuck you senseless while you forget all about that loser.
“it’s actually you, bun…before you start making fun of me, i think it was valid—”
he swallowed deeply, his eyes slightly widened and breath hitched. “why..?”
“why not? shit, i think i still love you now.” you paused before sighing. “don’t take this the wrong way, but if there’s anyone i’d be impure for… just for a second, it’d be you…”
it was slow but so fast at the same time afterwards—the way he leaned towards you and kissed you, tasting the sweet vanilla of your lip balm and smelling the sweetness of your shampoo and lotion, to the way you gently tugged at his jacket, taking him to your bedroom. it was all done with unspoken affection, yet despite his nonchalance, bunny’s heart was going to explode.
your sticky cunt felt so good, wrapping around his cock so warm and nice, and just how your warm body embraced him… god.
you could cry from how sex with him was; it was tender yet so ravenous. he fucked you like he was angry yet touched you like you were as delicate as the marzipan you’d give him at lunch when you were kids.
“w-why cry over that bastard when you—fuck—have me, right?”
he could sob, maybe? how long has it been since he’s cried (excluding the moment he found out you began dating that idiot). it’s been years. he’s been perceived as so ‘empty’ by his colleagues, and he was. yet when he was with you in this moment, he couldn’t help but want to cry. you were just so fucking perfect.
you really were the woman of his desires. and the woman he so deeply craved to corrupt so you’d know nothing but him.
the white fabric of your shirt rolled up, exposing your pretty tits glazed with cum from the blow job you’d given him moments prior. so goddamn gorgeous.
“hnghhh—oh yeah, bun…you’re so right—!” your voice cracked and clawed at him, intricate scars littering the valley of his back and gaining new ones. except this time, he didn’t mind wearing them proudly, because you made them.
he touched you like he was experienced yet lacked the confidence of someone who was, hesitantly touching your soft skin and rubbing at your clit too hard. he’s never touched anyone in the way he has you right now, and the thought alone made him almost dizzy.
“g’nna marry you, preciosa. all mine, yeah?” and you nodded, lifting your hips subconsciously while grinding against him as he pounded into you.
this would’ve been sweet—so so sweet, but he was screwing you like he was possessed, watching your cross necklace bouncing with your tits as he fucked you ravenously. so much so for being pure.
“make me yours, bun... all yours—!”
it really was hard to believe that he finally got to sleep with his childhood best friend/first love. he thought it was almost a dream or a figment of his imagination…that’s until you woke him up, kissing his neck and grinding against his morning wood.
“nene, c’mon… one more round for me?”
bunny could die a happy man, feeling how your already went cunt rubbed against his stirring cock; how your puffy clit gained friction against the ridges and veins of his length, and your whispered moans felt against his shoulder.
why not?
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hey… request 1 of several is finished yayayaya !!!! i also have a random repost of ‘latina/spanish speaker bunny x reader’ so uh let me know if yall want that back or not idc anyways !!!! if you’ve sent a request—again please know i’m working on it!!! only on break from requests bc i wanna put more effort (send requests all you guys want but pls know it’ll take some time!!!) 🥹💕
Soft dom Chigiri who loves to pamper his baby and loves painting your nails a soft, shimmery pink so he can admire them later when your hand is wrapped around his cock…..
a/n: wait, if sae is a new gen 11 and plays for re al (real madrid), but never wants to play for japan, then does that mean he never wants to play in the world cup? 😭
ac is from here
synopsis: sae doesn’t care about anyone else but his girlfriend.
he scores the final goal in additional time, taking his team to the lead 2-1. all it takes is the final whistle to blow and the stadium erupts. cameras chase him from every angle, reporters are already rehearsing questions, children lean so far over the barricades they nearly topple into the pitch with jerseys and sharpies clutched in hopeful hands.
sae doesn’t really notice it all.
someone from the media calls his name. a sponsor tries to wave him over for a photo. one of his teammates laughs and says, "you're getting hunted again."
he doesn't answer. you're already waiting where you always wait, just beyond the tunnel with your hands stuffed into your jacket pockets, smiling before he even reaches you.
it's almost funny how quickly his expression changes. the sharpness leaves first. then the exhaustion. his shoulders, tense from 90 minutes of carrying expectations that never seemed to end, finally loosen.
"good game," you say softly.
"i know."
you roll your eyes. "humble as always."
"you still showed up."
"of course i did. how could i not?"
that's enough. he steps in without asking, forehead dropping against your shoulder for just a second. he knows there’s cameras all around, but he’s not doing it for that. you're the only place where silence actually feels quiet.
behind him, someone calls, "itoshi! one interview!"
another voice follows. "sae! over here!"
he doesn't even turn around.
"they're calling you," you mumble.
"they can wait."
"they've been waiting."
"they'll survive."
you laugh under your breath, shaking your head. "you're difficult."
"i’ve been told."
his fingers find yours automatically, interlocking them like muscle memory, already guiding you toward the exit while security scrambles to redirect the crowd.
"where are we going?" you ask.
"home."
"don't you have obligations?"
he finally glances back, but not at the cameras, reporters, or the thousands of people chanting his name. just at you.
"i finished the important one."
and with that, the best player on the pitch walks away from the entire world without a second thought, because to sae, everyone else can have the footballer.
the sae itoshi, jealous of an inanimate, thin piece of cloth. sure, it sounded ridiculous. so ridiculous that he tried to suppress the thought every time it bubbled up.
but how could he restrain the feeling?
every day you had the worn-out, drool-stained fabric all over you. during the summers, you pushed him away complaining that he was 'sweaty' and 'too sensational' but hugged the blanket to endless hours of sleep while sweating buckets– until he pulled it off you when the morning, to his favour, finally arrived.
in the winters, it was worse. you would bring it around everywhere. during the the holidays, you would stuff his suitcase with the cursed cloth– having yours already full of the gifts you'd bought for your family.
he'd tried telling you how over-used it'd gotten, how the edges were ripping with cotton– but you wouldn't budge. repeating each and every time that you'd stay loyal to it forever.
every single morning, he was greatful to wake up in your beautiful embrace, or just near you– but seeing you strangling your blanket like it owed you rent, he wished he'd never woken up before you.
the blanket never rearranged your guts.
the blanket never waited for your fries to sog up before giving them to you.
the blanket never told you it was going to be okay when it clearly wasn't.
the blanket didn't complete the rest of your assignments after telling you to go sleep.
he did. and next time, he was leaving the blanket in your mother's closet.
sae doesn't see himself as a petty person. he doesn't hold grudges over the stupidest things and he sure as hell doesn't get jealous over a stupid plushie, right? so why does he feel a sudden rush of irritation and jealousy whenever he sees you cuddled up with a plush of himself?
he doesn't understand why you have that stupid thing when he is right here! oh and don't get him started when you treat it like an actual person. the thing even has its own spot on the couch and bed. you always give it kisses and it's so annoying. he's starting to think you like the plush more than you like him.
like last night when it was time for bed, he remembers seeing you tucking it in and giving it a goodnight kiss. "goodnight, my baby." you said as you give the sae plushie a kiss on the forehead. sae physically had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. the lights are now off and sae is waiting, waiting for his goodnight kiss except it never comes. 'great the plushie gets a kiss and i don't?' he thinks to himself. he lets out a cough and when you don't notice he lets out another cough. he rolls over so his back is towards you and lets out a sigh. he can't help but pout at the lack of attention. before you got that dumb plushie, you always doted on him before bed. it's like that plushie stole all you attention.
a few minutes have passed and sae is still letting out small sighs, trying to get your attention. "are you okay?" he hears the sound of you rolling over.
"i'm fine."
"then why do you keep sighing every ten seconds." a minute goes by and a struck of realization hits you, "oh my gosh! i'm so sorry, baby!" you lean over to give sae a million kisses on the face. "i can't believe i forgot to give you your goodnight kiss." you say in between kissing his face. sae rolls over back to face you so it can be easier for you to kiss him. he lets a small smile grow on his face. "there! all better!" he nods, but frowns when he sees you turn back over and cuddle that stupid plushie of him.
"why do you have that stupid plushie when you have me?" he suddenly says. you once again turn back around to face him. "well i have him because i get so lonely when you're away abroad for your games." you hug the plushie tighter to your chest. "well i'm here so i don't understand why you're cuddling up with it instead of me."
you move the sae plushie so it is no longer in between you and sae. you scoot over so your head is resting on his chest. sae immediately wraps his arms around her and buries his face into your hair. "i'm sorry," you mumbled into his chest, "i guess i've gotten so used to cuddling up with the plushie instead of you."
"well i'm here now, okay?" he rubs your back and gives your head a kiss. he smiles to himself when he finally has your attention back on him and not that stupid stupid plushie. the two of you fall asleep in each others arms.
i guess there was no reason for sae to get jealous over a plushie after all—no scratch that because why the hell did he wake up to you back to cuddling that stupid thing. ugh he has to find a way to get rid of that thing quickly.
a/n. this is so buns ✌️🥀💔 can you guys tell i suck at writing endings? also trigger warning sae might (or probably is) ooc.
your beloved cat had gone missing again and it worried you terribly. so you decided to go look through kamakura in hopes to find your cat. it was very unlike for your cat to go missing, yeah he would leave the house and roam around the city but he always came back at a normal time.
you put on your favorite jacket and head out to find your missing kitty. the first places you decided to search was the bakery. the bakery was infamous for cats to hang around because the owner had a soft spot and would always feed the cats a little snack. but he wasn't there! next you decided a search some more places that are common for cats to linger around, but again he wasn't there.
it was started to make you panic, but one had more spot to search—the park. it only took a few minutes to walk to the park and you saw that they're was a soccer game happening. you felt your heart speed up when you catch a glance at your neighbor and crush, sae itoshi. but you shake off the feeling of butterflies and finish your search for your cat.
thirty minutes have gone by and you still haven't found him. you didn't notice that the soccer game had ended. you were beginning to loose hope of ever finding him. right before you were heading home, you saw sae crouching down and petting something. you walk over there and see that it was your cat! was he with sae the whole time?
"tora!!!" you run towards the cat and scoop him up into your arms. "where were you? i was looking everywhere!"
"oh, he's yours?" sae's voice broke you out of your spell and you turn to him. "uh....yeah." you mumbled sheepishly, you felt your face heat up. wow, he's so cute!!! maybe even cuter than you pet kitty. "i was looking for him all day."
"well he's been following me all day." sae says nonchalantly. "awww! he likes you!!!" a big smile appears on your face. sae hums in responds. "well i guess i'll get going," he says. "see you around." he waves you a goodbye before heading home. you stood there, with your cat still in your arms, and wave goodbye as well. "bye sae-chan!!!!"
you've made it back home and you plopped right on your bed. you began squealing like a fangirl that just met her idol. you look over at your cat who was curled up at the end of your bed. "maybe i should let you roam around the city more often." you had a mischievous smile on your face. if it means that your cat will always find his way to sae, then you don't mind because it lets you be able to be closer to your crush.
you slept good that night, having sweet dreams of sae.
a/n. i was rereading the manga and saw this fatass cat and this idea came up. but anyways i hope you enjoyed it <3
nsfw. fingering, food play (?), sae is romantic, oral (fem receiving), nipple play, body worship perhaps
"I'm on a diet. I can't have those." Sae grumbles, watching the red juices drip down your fingers. The plump strawberry hovers near his frowned lips as the whipped cream mixes with the juices. You sigh, fluttering your lashes at him.
"Just one? It won't kill you to celebrate, will it?" You sit up on your knees, straddling your boyfriend. He grumpily takes you into his arms, hands resting right above your behind. Your free hand runs through his strands, exposing his forehead. You fluff his damp hair back down, smiling. "Pretty. You should keep it down more often."
The corners of Sae's lips tug upwards as he presses a kiss between your collarbones. He hums into your skin, letting himself soak in your body heat. Secretly, you take a bite of the juice fruit, letting it slip on your tongue. You dip your head down, guiding Sae's lips towards yours. The whipped cream melts on your tongue, a sugary sensation filling both your mouths.
Sae tries to push you away, but he's weak to your touch. He melts into the kiss, letting you rest comfortably onto his lap. The fruit glides between your tongues as you fight for who must eat it. Inevitably, you win. You pull back letting Sae chew on the small berry. A triumphant look paints your face as you wipe a bi of cream off the corner of his lip.
"Not so bad, huh?" You gleam, tilting your head. Sae chuckles from below you, dipping his finger into the blow of whipped cream. You gasp as he lets it drop onto your freshly moisturized skin. You hiss, but are soon silenced when Sae licks up your breast. There's a sick smirk on his face as he watches the tips of your ears twinge pink.
"Not at all. In fact…" He pauses, pushing you to lay on your back. He crawls over you, dipping his finger into the bowl once more. This time, he lets a dollop fall onto your thigh. Sae dips down, suckling on your soft skin. "I might be partial to sweets now."
You let your thighs fall around Sae's shoulders, covering your eyes as he laps up your thigh. Sae gently pinches you, pulling a whine from you. He parts his lips after speaking,
"Feed me more. I won, right? I deserve that much." You reach over to the side, dipping the strawberry into the bowl of melting whipped cream. Only this time, you purposefully drop a dollop of the cream onto your breasts, watching as it slides down. Sae lets out a chuckle, hovering over you to lap at your skin.
He pulls down the straps of your tank top, letting the material bunch at your ribs whilst his lips greedily suck on your skin. He moans into your breast, gliding his tongue down to lap at your nipple. Your fingers card through his fluffy hair, smoothing down his bangs. Sae narrows his eyes, moving from your skin.
"Is my forehead unattractive to you?" Your thighs gently slip down his shoulders, Sae's hands coming under your knees as he kneels between your thighs. You shake your head. There's no way you could ever find Sae unattractive.
He's so beautiful at times it almost hurts to look at him. You smile at him fondly, pulling him down to kiss you. As your lips lock together, Sae's hand reaches out for the bowl of whipped cream, letting his finger scoop a dollop once more.
As he pulls away, he lets it drop over your panties, watching it slide down the material. You gasp, sitting up on your elbows. You smack Sae's shoulder, watching him blink. The sweet—almost melted— whipped cream sticks to your panties. With a bit of struggle you pull them off before bunching them and throwing it at Sae's face.
"You ruined my good pair," You huff, letting yourself fall back against the sheets. Sae dips between your legs, kissing around your clit as an apology. The sweetness lingers on his tongue when he kisses and laps at your thighs.
You're going to hold this over his head forever. He raises his head to look at you, pressing a kiss into your wet slit.
"Let me make it up to you?" You roll your eyes in response, but press your palm to the back of his hair. Sae faintly smiles into your cunt, tongue sliding through your folds. You taste so sweet on his tongue, not to mention just how precious you sound.
His hand run against your silky thighs, pressing them up to cup the bottom of your ass. Sae's loud when his mouth is against your cunt, slurping and lapping at anything he can. You're just as loud though, letting him hear how good he makes you feel.
"Sae!" You let out a flowery sigh, moaning into the back of your palm. He works wonders with his mouth, thrusting his tongue in and out of your sex. Sae's free hand circles your clit with two fingers, swirling it round and round.
He moves his hand from your clit, delving into the last bit of firm whipped cream. Sae drops it over your navel, raising his head to drag it down to your pelvis. The sight in unruly, the thick white cream melting against the heat of your skin.
The sticky liquid drips down your body, looking far too similar to the time Sae spilled himself over your stomach. The scene makes your head dizzy, Sae knows it too. He lets his mouth stay busy on your pussy though, desperate to get you to cum.
"So sweet and pretty for me, hm?" You squeak in reply, his fingers pressing into your sopping cunt. Sae lets his fingers curl inside of you, continuously fucking into your sweet spot. He knows your body like the back of his hand, watching from below as your back bows into a mean arch.
"Needy girl." He remarks, but doesn't stop. Your hips meet his fingers halfway, rolling into the digits. As your fingers tug at his strands, Sae returns his mouth to your puffy clit. His mouth encases the bud as he sucks and laps at it. His tongue presses into the sensitive tip, feeling you buck under him.
You let wanton moans escape your lips, loud and pitchy. You're so cute that Sae wants to eat you whole. He lets your hips roll, moving into his mouth and fingers.
He's horrible, really. Making you do most of the heavy lifting as you roll your hips into his mouth. Grinding yourself on his tongue while his fingers occupy your nipples, teasing and pinching them between his fingers.
The ones that occupy your sex don't stop moving, rolling into you as your hips pull away. Sae doesn't let you run from his touch, moving his hand down from your chest to wrap around your hip and thigh.
He spreads you open wider, fingers scissoring inside of you as you try to grasp at any remaining control you had. Your fingers tug at the sheets, gasping and moaning loudly.
"S-Sae!" You stammer, nails digging into his scalp. Sae moans into your clit, causing the knot in your stomach to knot. Your body feels as though it's floating, tipping over the edge so hard your body tightens.
Sae rides you through your high, keeping his tongue on your clit, fingers gently curling before he removes his mouth from you. Gently, he retracts his fingers, kissing between your thighs and up your torso.
Remnants of whipped cream and juice from the strawberries stick to your skin. Sae hums, lapping at any excess before capturing your lips. You tremble soft under him, letting him settle between your thighs.
"Happy now?" He smirks softly, kissing your ears and down your neck. "Ruined my diet, tsk." Sae's words hold no bite though. Not when he spends the rest of the night between the softness of your thighs, remarking how you're a much better dessert and strawberries and cream.
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
