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this is cute omg

sae’s not the jealous type. he doesn’t care when guys try to flirt with you. they’re no competition on him anyway. he knows you’re gonna reject them anyway. that’s just how comfortable he was in your relationship.

but, he always groans in annoyance when another girl comes up to you.

this was a problem he was never even supposed to have. and yet, he still had it.

girls would always come up to you, trying to be your friend, and would end up… somehow falling in love with you? it was an odd problem, like previously mentioned.

it started to become so annoying to the point that these girls would text you, and interrupt your dates! and because god bless your poor soul, you couldn’t dare say that you’re busy, sae would have to sit through 10 minutes of you comforting the dastardly girl through text.

as he sits down beside you in the private dining room of yet another fancy restaurant, he entertains himself by clicking his nails to the polished wooden table.

he pouts to himself, you completely ignorant as your eyes are pointed to your phone, and it makes him wonder, ‘is this how they feel when i’m abroad?’.

the thought that he makes you feel this isolated and lonely is one that he doesn’t like, so he shoves it down his throat. he then lands a bony hand on your shoulder, firmly yet still gentle.

it finally catches your attention, and you turn to him. “what’s wrong, sae?” seriously? are you that ignorant? “you’re ignoring me.” he frowns, as blunt and to-the-point as ever.

“ah, i know! i’m sorry, this is so rude… just one last text, babe…” you beg, but sae already knows how this goes down.

one text turns in to five. five texts turn in to ten. and if he doesn’t stop you now, he’s not getting you back until you’re back home.

and he’s not up for that.

he forcefully takes your phone, and turns it off.

“hey..! give it back, sae..! i’m sorry!” you frown. sae shakes his head, and places your phone screen down on the table. “you’re busy. i’m sure your girlfriend will understand.” he jests. a jest that, by your expression, makes you incredibly unamused.

“she’s not my girlfriend.” you huff, and sae raises an eyebrow. “really? you talk to her more than to me.” his lower lip pouts out, and you can’t help but smile a little.

“what? are you jealous of her?” you tease. sae looks disgusted at the question, and groans. “why would i? you’re not into girls, are you?”

“i dunno, maybe i am.” you shrug. sae looks to be on the cusp of both believing and not believing that. but regardless, he says “love who you want to. but at least stay loyal to your boyfriend.”

you sassily scoff and sigh, “aye-aye, sir.”

; for @itoshiluvbot please stop having girls all over you rizzler nd leave some for the rest of us

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i see sae i like

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆ TWIRLING WARMTH -> sae itoshi !!!

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ dancing with my phone by HYBS

synopsis; in which sae decides to unwind by using a tip you gave him cw: fluffy/crack fic , ldr , sae misses you , dancing , very ooc oh my god let me believe sae is secretly a massive lovefool , sae has a facetime auto answer feature (does that exist) , use of amor , gn! , unproofread + lowercase

"dancing, i'm all alone . figuring out how i can get you home"

living in his apartment without you was easy.

or so he thought.

he was currently sprawled across his bed, his arm stretched out automatically to make space for your warmth; which was unfortunately located a thousand miles away from madrid at this moment.

sae groaned, snatching his hand back immediately when he snapped out of his trance. how pathetic, he thought. he can't be caught wishing for cuddles like some lovesick fool, he should exercise more self-control than that!

naturally, he reached out for his phone to text you, like a normal person who doesn't yearn for his long-distance girlfriend would do:

[i miss you, amor.] 7:08 pm

[coming home soon, can't wait to see you.] 7:30 pm

yes, he really had impulsively booked a flight just to see you. yes, he was still definitely nonchalant. god, what have you turned him into?

it's only been an hour, but you still hadn't replied. he had to fight another dejected groan that threatened to erupt from his throat. but whatever. it was late in your place anyway, you were probably sleeping.

however, the fact that you would soon wake up to find his little suprise, calling him almost immediately, sent a little comfort to his sore bones. he really wanted to hear your voice.

ugh, seriously. what was in the air today?

frustrated, he exited the chat box and scrolled through his playlists. he reached a certain one that you and he made the last time he was with you.

he decided to listen to the music in there instead, that always relaxed him.

─── ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ───

"sae, when are you coming home?"

your pretty voice came out warped from the speaker. he scoffed silently, the phone could never catch your beauty properly.

"sae."

"huh, what?" "i said, when are you coming home?"

"never. don't want to." "not even for me?" "especially not for you."

"ouch, sae."

he chuckled softly under his breath, the sun filtering through his room and in turn illuminating his eyes. you had ample time to observe his face which, thankfully, wasn't pixelated.

"you okay?"

"of course. why wouldn't i be?" you rolled your eyes. well, duh, he'd deny everything. your boyfriend was capable of many things. admitting he needed to cool off was not one of them apparently.

you hummed for a moment, thinking off into space as you watched sae rummage around for a blanket. then it clicked.

a sneaky grin spread across your face, oh yeah, he'll like this idea.

you set down your phone on the table, adjusting the camera so it showed your full body. then you grabbed your laptop and started playing music. was that.....pitbull???? mr worldwide???

sae watched you with disbelief. this was rare. he was never caught speechless. he blinked slowly as his eyebrows creased ever so slightly.

"what are you doing?"

"im dancing, sae. you should join me, it'll help you relax, you know?"

he saw you swaying side to side, twirling, bobbing around your head to the beat of the song, all with the biggest and goofiest smirk on your face. he scoffed, shaking his head at your antics. there was no way he was going to dance. ever.

"you look stupid. i'm ending the call right now."

"wait, no!"

─── ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ───

a smile tugged on the corner of his mouth as he recalled that memory. he wasn't much of a sentimental person, but he can make exceptions sometimes.

he just....stared at the phone for a few moments, gaping at the turning disc on the screen as he hummed absent-mindedly.

fine. he'll try dancing once. he'll see if it lived up to the hype.

he disconnected his headphones and raised the volume to max as he stood up from his bed. he scrolled through the playlist again, settling on his favorite. he felt awkward, so he tried to tap his foot to the beat.

hey, this was actually really fun.

soon, small taps of his foot moved to infect his shoulders. pretty much once the song ended, he was full on dancing. just as you had shown him to do. even that stupid twirl-hand wave (?) thing you did. he couldn't even explain it, but it was entertaining to do. he'll never tell you that you were right.

but unfortunately for him, you saw him already. he had left his laptop open, whose camera was perfectly facing straight ahead on his being.

you never wanted this to stop. you were having a blast. finally seeing your boyfriend have fun in what......months now? what a blessing. and so you remained silent, captivated by the incredibly awkward but endearing dance moves. stifling your laughs took so much of your restraint though.

sae should really turn off the auto-answer feature.

"dancing with my phone, thinking about you"

a/n: this came to me in a dream and is dedicated to my dearest sae luvr ILY ELO also the song he was dancing to was suisei - tofubeats (kariya seira) which according to the wiki is his fave IT IS SUCH A BOP BTW I LUV IT can uu tell i got lazy at the end hekp

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ik they like that 😝😝😝😝

Blue Lock Boys in: What Natural Hairstyles do they like?

These are my personal thoughts on what hairstyles blue lock boys like on black women, you can either discuss civilly or argue with the wall if you're going to be mean. Examples/ links to each style is included!!

Isagi Yoichi: he likes twist outs! Really, he just likes big fluffy hair and twists outs, wand curls and blowouts reallllly are his fave. He likes the way it crowns your face, how it gives you a bunch of hair to work with and shape. Putting in a little headband? Nice. Side part with a pretty clip? Wow!! You look like an actress!! Half up half down?? You’re literally ethereal!! he likes to lay on it too; that’s definitely his favorite part. It’s soft to lay his head on while you’re sitting together on the train, or set his chin on when he’s just waiting in line. He thinks you’re a little angel with your hair like a cloud. x x

Mikage Reo: wigs, which feels wrong? lol you joke that he must hate your hair because he’s always buying you wigs and paying for installs but in all honesty he loves that you can be a whole new person. Keeps him on his toes. Has an affinity for longer hair, but likes different colors, kinda close in tone to his (what a surprise.) You could show up to his match in oversize sunglasses and a new wig and he’ll be like actually where the hell in my girlfriend. And when he finally sees you he’s like “hmmm idk I have a realllly fine woman waiting for me at home :/" “am I prettier than her?” “Nah, you just have different hair”

Nagi Seishiro: box braids. It’s boring but it was the first protective style he ever saw you wear and it blew him away. like you just suddenly had these long braids he could play with. He’s so weird, he like takes the end and runs it over his cheek and he’s like “feels good. Like a tiny paint brush. It’s soothing.” Like whatever baby genius! he also likes all the hairstyles you can pull off: his fave is the half up in space buns look cause it looks very much like a magical girl transformation. x x

Itoshi Sae: wildly enough, sae likes just the natural curls and coils. He’d like a twist out or a braid out too; anything that makes spirals. Lots of people in Spain had curly or textured hair and it really was the first time he experienced textured hair. It’s so pretty. It takes up space and it’s unapologetic and it really just enhances a woman’s natural beauty. Yeah. God forbid you have a curly up-do or a slick back with your curls out around itoshi sae. He’ll go insane. x x

Shidou Ryusei: Detailed cornrows/ Fulani braids. Can you get a shape in there? Can you get beads? curly strands? The more intricate the better. He likes when it makes sound or fucking defies gravity. He’s legit jealous. LOVES baby hairs too. He tried to cut baby hairs so you could do his edges like whoa ‼️lets calm down!! When he’s being a brat he’ll make you lay your head on his chest and trace your parts like a freak. It’s like a map to him? Like those maze games. He also will give you a scalp massage or oil your scalp down. Plus he loves if you use an actual durag to keep it in check. Calls you a g and chest bumps you. He’s so fucking stupid lol x x

Bachira Meguru: also loves hair in its natural coils, kinks, and curls. He thinks it’s so cool looking. He sees it as an extension of you and he loves that you can twist it and shape it all different types of ways! Will ask you if he can do your hair (do not let him!! at least, please help in out lol.) He loves adding accessories like barrettes, bows, clips etc. He’ll def try to match hair styles with you, like space buns, claw clips, little butterfly clips etc. Will also match said hairstyle. x x

Itoshi Rin: French curl braids. Although I'm a very big believer that Rin Itoshi loves alt hairstyles, this feels right too. They’re pretty and he thinks of them as refined. He loves walking around with you when you have French curl braids. You also buy into the stereotypes of French curl braids and dress and do your makeup accordingly. Rin thinks it’s funny to point of but also loves having you on his arm in public. Like ah yes, I’m Rin Itoshi I’m the best spiker in the world and my girlfriend is the prettiest fucking princess ever. Be warned though, he pulls hair. x x

Hyoma Chigiri: hear him out: y'all have the best hair together when you get a silk press. The INCHES. The silkiness. He thinks it makes your face the center of attention and frames it sleekly. Plus, y'all can do matching styles! He always tries out his signature half braided hairstyle on you and loves when you wear it to matches. He also likes when y'all just brush each others hair. Whatever your maintenance routine for your hair is, chigiri learns it so when you’re extra tired he’ll do it for you. (In return you gotta learn his. It’s the rule.) x x

Tabito Karasu: faux locs. Ohhh girl don’t have faux locs and be thirty feet NEAR this mf. He pisses me off. He thinks the extra long ones are so fucking dope. He likes the styles too, like the giant bun or the half up half down. He just loves how it looks too, like you’re so cool. He likes butterfly locs too btw, thinks you look like a fairy. x x

Eita Otoya: goddess braids. It’s peak baddie hair. He pays for it. Mans has barely ever let you pick another hairstyle. He tells people all types of extravagant lies about you when you get your hair done. It’s stupid. He also will post you on his insta??? his story at least. Damn, he really fuckin launched you cause of some goddess braids. Menacing. x x

Micheal Kaiser: French curl braids. And he’s annoying about it. What else do you need to know? (alright, alright. Kaiser has a lot of romantic imagery around him and he’d love someone with a romantic hairstyle. You’re soooo princess. Adorn yourself with bows and he’ll be at your beck and call. He loves if you’re ultra feminine with it, like pearl headbands and lacy bows and frilly hats. He spams his insta with you, showing off your beauty.) x x

Oliver Aiku: locs. Aiku loves him some originality, and he loves a bitch with locs. Bonus points if they’re dyed a color that’s oh so perfect for you. The styles are always top tier and always in awe of how it can be switched up. He’s seen people do really cool things with their locs, and he’d love to kinda see what it’s like to maintain them. When he realized it wasnt as effortless as he imagined he starts asking a million and ten question it feels like an interview. He’s just excited. He feels smug having you in his arm cause you’re gorgeous, you’re 1 of 1 and he has massive respect for you? He wins. x x

Sendou Shuto: wand curls: blowouts. He likes the big fluffy curls, kinda like these. He wants a Hollywood actress and that floaty hair of yours reminds him of old school glamour. And if you added a pearly headband or a ribbon or a headband? UGH. With a red lip? GAHH!! he’s head over heels. x

Barou Shohei: Fulani braids. Bruh. The designs?? Barou loves that shit. Listen, he’s the king so obviously you’re his queen, and you’ve gotta have the coolest, flashiest hair so ppl know their place if you’re around. Design? yes. Beads? YES!! And if you get anything remotely similar to the design in his hair he’s going to drop to one knee. For fucking real. x x x

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—PUPPY LOVE

ft. Sae Itoshi

summary: rin swears the new girl makes “nii chan’s face light up”. sae smiles more, and spends time with her like it’s no big deal. their parents don’t notice, but rin can tell she makes sae happier, even if it’s a little annoying. wc. 2.2k

a/n: just a cute fic I though of cause of that one additional time of the itoshi brothers “nii chan’s frame of mind”

Rin didn’t like her at first, not that he did now.

She showed up at the park one day, just standing there with her ball and staring like she wanted to join their game. She didn’t even ask, just yelled, “Pass it to me!” like she owned the place. Her voice cut through the sound of their cleats against the grass. Rin froze mid-step. No one talked to his big brother like that.

To Rin’s surprise, his brother’s gaze fell on her, and Rin could almost see the gears turning in his head.

Nii chan didn’t yell at her. He didn’t tell her to leave. He tilted his head slightly and nudged the ball her way with his foot. Rin frowned.

That was it. The first domino fell.

She wasn’t even good. She ran weird, her kicks were all over the place, and she tripped more than she scored. Rin thought nii chan would get annoyed, but he didn’t. He actually helped her. He showed her how to dribble and even taught her how to do some of the moves Rin was still practicing. It wasn’t fair!

Then there was the rainy day. Rin was sure they’d stay inside—no one played soccer in the mud, not even nii chan. But when Y/N showed up wearing her rain boots and grinning, nii chan grabbed a ball and followed her outside. Rin had no choice but to tag along. They ended up having the messiest, weirdest game of soccer ever, with Y/N sliding in the mud and nii chan actually laughing when she fell.

But what really annoyed Rin was how nii chan acted around her. His face was different. When Y/N was around, he looked... relaxed. And sometimes, he even smiled. Not his usual smirk when he wins, but a real smile.

It wasn’t like nii chan to be this way. Rin knew his brother better than anyone. Nii chan is the coolest, and he always looks ahead. 

But with Y/N, it was like he slowed down just enough to let her catch up.

One time, Rin saw them sitting under the big tree at the park. Y/N was talking a lot, waving her hands around and laughing, and he just sat there, listening. He didn’t even tell her to stop talking, which was weird because Sae hated when people talked too much.

Even at home, she was there sometimes. She’d come for dinner, and always ended up next to Sae. She’d laugh at nii chan’s jokes and he’d give her the last piece of karaage like it was nothing. 

Their parents didn’t notice, of course. Mom just said it was nice Sae had a “little fan,”and Dad said it was good for Sae to teach someone else; it would “build character.” Rin wanted to tell them they were wrong, but he didn’t know how to explain it. If only they saw what he did.

It wasn’t just about soccer. Y/N wasn’t like the other kids. She wasn’t scared of nii chan, and she didn’t try to impress him like everyone else. She just... acted like he was normal. And somehow, that made nii chan act normal, too.

Rin didn’t understand it fully, but he could tell Y/N was different. She was the only one who could make nii chan stay longer at the park, the only one who could get him to drop his guard. And as much as Rin hated to admit it, there was something kind of cool about that.

By the end of the summer, Rin still didn’t like how much time they spent with each other. 

But even if it was annoying, it wasn’t so bad to see nii chan smile.

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Rin is eight now, and Sae is ten, and it was Valentine’s Day—the most annoying day of the year, at least to Rin.

When Sae opened his locker, chocolates and notes spilled out onto the floor. Rin, walking past with his own bag of books, stopped and stared. Even Sae’s friends, who were standing nearby, froze in surprise.

“Whoa! Sae, look at all this!” one of his friends said, picking up a pink heart-shaped box. “You’re like an idol or something.”

Rin looked around the hallway, noticing a group of girls peeking around the corner, giggling as they watched Sae. Rin rolled his eyes.

Sae didn’t seem impressed. He sighed, crouched down, and began scooping up the fallen chocolates. “You guys can take them if you want,” he said calmly. “I don’t really care.”

His friends’ jaws dropped. “Are you serious?” one of them asked, already reaching for a fancy-looking box. Sae shrugged.

“Yeah. Take them. I don’t eat sweets much anyway.”

Rin couldn’t believe it. “Nii-chan, you’re just giving them away?”

Sae gave Rin one of his usual unreadable looks. “What am I supposed to do with them? Keep them all? It’s just chocolate, Rin.”

Rin huffed, muttering under his breath. He might’ve been little, but he knew enough to tell that those chocolates weren’t just “chocolates.” The girls liked nii chan. They liked him liked him.

Later, when they got home, Rin peeked into Sae’s bag to see if he’d kept any of the chocolates. Sure enough, there was one. A small, simple box with a handwritten note tied to it.

“Why’d you keep that one?” Rin asked, pointing at it.

Sae looked up from his homework and shrugged. “She gave it to me in person,” he said. “It’d be rude to give it away.”

Rin squinted at him. Something about the way Sae said it made Rin feel like there was more to the story.

—

The next day, Rin noticed Y/N sitting on the stairs near the school courtyard, looking sad. She had her hands covering her knees, and her head was bowed. Rin frowned. Usually, she was cheerful and full of energy, but today, she just sat there, not even looking up when people passed by.

Sae noticed too. Rin could tell because instead of heading to class like he normally did, Sae turned and walked straight over to her. Rin followed, curious but pretending he didn’t care.

“What happened?” Sae asked, his voice calm but steady.

Y/N glanced up, her eyes a little watery, and gave a sheepish smile. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

Sae crouched slightly, his gaze dropping to where she was holding her knee. “Doesn’t look fine,” he said.

Rin leaned closer and noticed the scrape on her knee, smeared with a little blood. Her other leg looked bruised, too. 

Y/N sighed, looking embarrassed. “I tripped on the stairs earlier. It was so dumb. I wasn’t even running or anything. I just... fell.”

“Can you walk?” Sae asked.

Y/N shifted and winced as she tried to stand. “Not really,” she admitted, sitting back down. “My legs hurt.”

Without a word, Sae turned around and crouched in front of her.

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked, confused.

“Get on,” Sae said simply.

“What?”

“I’ll carry you to the nurse’s office,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. “Hurry up before we’re late.”

Y/N hesitated, looking unsure. “You don’t have to—”

“Just get on,” Sae said again, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Blushing slightly, Y/N carefully climbed onto his back, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. Rin’s eyes went wide.

“Nii-chan, are you serious?!” Rin asked, sounding both shocked and annoyed.

“Do you see anyone else helping her?” Sae shot back, standing up effortlessly with Y/N on his back.

Rin scowled but didn’t say anything. He followed them as Sae started walking toward the nurse’s office, Y/N leaning her head against his shoulder.

“Thanks, Sae,” Y/N said softly.

“Don’t mention it,” Sae replied, his voice steady.

Rin trailed behind, muttering under his breath. “She’s so dramatic. It’s just a scrape. I fell yesterday, and no one carried me anywhere.”

But as he watched Sae carry Y/N, his brother calm as ever while Y/N’s face slowly brightened, Rin couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

“Why does Nii-chan always go out of his way for her?” Rin thought, kicking a pebble on the ground.

By the time they got to the nurse’s office, Y/N was smiling again. Rin sighed, knowing that no matter how much it annoyed him, Sae was going to keep looking out for her.

Sae, as usual, looked calm, but Rin caught the faintest smile on his brother’s face.

Later, as they were heading home, Rin couldn’t help but ask, “Nii-chan, do you like her?”

Sae glanced at him, his face unreadable as always. “What do you mean?”

“You kept her chocolate,” Rin pointed out. “And you carried her to the nurse’s office. You don’t do that for anyone else.”

Sae didn’t answer right away. After a moment, he just said, “She’s different.”

—

Rin was still in elementary school, but Sae and Y/N were now in middle school. Even though they didn’t go to school together anymore, things hadn’t changed too much. Sae still came home every day, and most of the time, he’d be in a good mood. Rin liked it when Nii-chan was like that because it meant he’d play with him, and Sae would even show him new tricks.

But one day, everything felt... different.

Sae came home later than usual, and when Rin saw him walk through the door, he noticed right away that something was wrong. Sae didn’t say much during dinner, and when Rin asked if they could play soccer, Sae just shook his head.

“Maybe later,” he muttered.

Rin frowned. Nii-chan never said no to soccer.

Later that evening, Rin found Sae sitting on the steps outside their house, staring at the ground. Rin hesitated for a moment before walking over and sitting down beside him.

He let out a small sigh, his gaze still fixed on the ground. Finally, he said, “Y/N’s moving abroad.”

Rin blinked, confused. “What? Why?”

“Her dad’s job,” Sae replied. His voice was flat, but Rin could tell he was upset.

Rin tilted his head, trying to process it. “So... she’s leaving? For how long?”

Sae shrugged. “Probably a few years.”

“A few years?!” Rin’s eyes widened. “That’s forever!”

Sae didn’t respond.

Rin thought for a moment, then asked, “Did she tell you today?”

“Yeah.”

“What did you say?”

“I told her I’d miss her,” Sae admitted quietly.

Rin stared at him, stunned. It wasn’t like Nii-chan to say stuff like that. He was usually so calm and serious, never letting his emotions show.

“She said she’d miss me too,” Sae added after a moment.

Rin watched his brother’s face closely. Sae didn’t look like he was about to cry or anything, but there was something about the way he sat that made Rin feel uncomfortable.

“What are you gonna do?” Rin asked.

Sae glanced at him. “What can I do? She’s leaving, Rin. I can’t stop her.”

Rin thought about that for a moment. He didn’t like Y/N as much as Sae did—she was always stealing Sae’s attention, after all—but even Rin couldn’t imagine her not being around anymore.

The next day, Rin decided to follow Sae to the park after school, where he knew Sae and Y/N usually met up. He stayed hidden behind a tree, watching as they sat on their usual bench.

Y/N was holding a small notebook, and she handed it to Sae with a shy smile. “I made this for you,” she said.

Sae opened the notebook, flipping through the pages. It was filled with little doodles, notes, and memories of their time together—funny moments, inside jokes, and even some pictures she’d drawn of their soccer games.

“It’s so you don’t forget me,” Y/N said softly.

“I won’t forget you,” Sae replied, his voice steady but quiet.

They talked for a while, and even though Rin couldn’t hear everything, he could tell it was important. When Y/N finally got up to leave, Sae stood too. They said goodbye, and Y/N walked away, turning back once to wave.

That night, Sae was still quiet, but he seemed a little better. Rin sat next to him again, this time holding their soccer ball.

“She gave you something, huh?” Rin asked, glancing at the notebook on the table.

“Yeah.”

“Are you gonna write back to her?”

“Maybe,” Sae said.

Rin stared at him for a moment before nudging him with the ball. “Wanna play?”

Sae looked at him, and for the first time that day, he gave a small smile. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

Even though Rin still didn’t fully understand everything, he decided not to ask any more questions. If playing soccer could make Nii-chan feel a little better, then that was enough for him.

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i need flos soft injected into my body

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i made a video in honor of u😭😭😭

WHYS THE LAST VIDEO I SEE ASH TREVINO 😭😭😭 NO WAYYY

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im cooking up something 😈😈😈

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I SEE IT GUYS

HOLD ON

I SEE IT GUYS I SEE IT MHM I DO

this might be my worst work

michael kaiser honestly finds fans who send him things funny.

could someone really love another who probably doesn’t know or care about them that much to the point they regularly start gifting him things that range from weird to items of luxury. when he was sent 800 chocolates for valentines, it was obvious he wasn’t going to eat all of it (assuming he even ate any of it…) so he told his PR team to do whatever they wanted with it—in which they donated it to charities for kaiser’s sake and reputation.

it’s actually absurd how many packages he receives in a day but he really only opens ones that are given to him personally during meet-and-greets because he finds opening the rest of the boxes a waste of his time when he could be focusing on other things. he isn’t wasteful, he gives his teammates and the people who work under him the ‘leftovers’ (praise him!).

by now, he’s barely phased by the weird things his fans do gift him. oh someone gave him a phone that only plays one edit of him over and over again? he’s flattered but he probably saw that one already. he got someone’s old school uniform? the fuck is he supposed to do with it (he throws it away). more chocolate? he throws that away too.

the only thing that did break his facade was when he opened a letter. a very common item he receives but it isn’t common to see an absurd amount of lipstick smeared all over the paper. he holds in by the corner in fear of dirtying himself.

“was ist mit all den küssen?” whats with all the kisses? he almost jumps in his seat when ness looks over his shoulder. thanks, he was going to ask that question anyway. the letter was barely eligible and the only thing he could make out was love, your biggest fan ♡. he better hope whoever gave this was his biggest fan because that’s actually insane. a shame he doesn’t remember who gave it to him because he would like to personally ban them from entering any other of bastard munchen’s fan-greetings.

unfortunately for him, this only unlocked a spew of these letters—all signed by his biggest fan.

it was like a wild goose chase to find the culprit because who… what… why… who would do this, what do they want, why are they using a shit ton of lipstick (how many times do they have to re-apply it too?)

actually, you don’t re-apply your lipstick as much as he thinks you do. okay, maybe you do but does it matter that much? it’s just a few kisses. normally when you attend the meetings, you don’t put on the same lipstick color that you use to kiss the piece of paper because it was mostly for just the letters—until you’re basically forced into using it…

kaiser is shocked he notices that the color on your lips matches those on the letters. sure, he’s seen you at most of the meet-and-greets but you never struck him enough for him to remember (😒). you realize he’s staring at you weirdly this time… did you do something wrong? one thing kaiser doesn’t do during these is open things in-front of his fans but this time, he opens it in-front of you.

you’re the person that’s been doing these acts. it’s undeniable—rapidly eyeing you and the familiar paper that is now in his hands.

“you’re my biggest fan?” he asks with a raised eyebrow… uh what’s that supposed to mean? a shameful expression reaches your face and a hand reaches behind your neck before you quietly speak, “yeah..?”

“huh, didn’t expect a cutie like you to do this stuff.” he says as he points at the lipstick stains.

bonus : my dude makes you decipher your letters and you end up too embarrassed to speak

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Numb. That's all you felt watching him slowly slip through your fingers. Your words, 'okays' and 'get home safes,' flowed from your lips like a well rehearsed script, a routine you unwillingly embraced.

You were convinced every forced smile was enough to mask your true feelings, but you should've known Sae would always see right through you.

"You're clearly not okay." He says, worry evident in his eyes.

He lets out a sigh, gently lifting your chin to meet his ever so piercing gaze. "What's going on with you? Talk to me." He continues, voice stern.

You say nothing but your eyes tell him everything he needs to know. "Y/n... You know I love you right?"

"Do you? Or is football the only thing on your mind right now?" You scoff, driven by a swarm of insecurities that scream I'm not good enough for him.

...

His hand falls from your chin. He definitely hates me now. He's gonna break up with me and never speak to me ag- your train of thoughts are abruptly interrupted by the familiar warmth of his lips against yours.

You stand there, momentarily stunned before gently responding to his kiss. The storm of emotions that swirled within you moments ago melts away along with you at the feeling of Sae's hand pulling you closer by the waist, leaving only the sweetness of the moment.

You bury your face into his neck, clearly embarrassed.

"I'm freeing my schedule for the month. No more football. Just me and you," he whispers, lips curling into a soft smile at the way your eyes lit up at his words.

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HELLOOOO I DIDNT EVEN KNOW U POSTED THIS WHATTTT

you’re absolutely entranced by the match going on in the field in front of youokaymaybe that wasn’t the right way to put it. you’re enamored by the muddy red head who’s playing in the match you’re watching. itoshi sae—japan’s greatest treasure—was nothing but graceful as he ran across, keeping a still, unmoving expression. it was nothing short of beautiful.

funny how this man had you hooked on whatever he does. you were almost grateful your dad dragged you to watch this match, even if you weren’t in the best relationship in terms of sports. if you were held at gun point being told to name any team in the football industry—it would not end well. oh and there was a weirdo on the field after the break.

he had such harsh eyeliner even you could see it when he was moving at incredibly fast speeds. it also seemed like he had something going on with his red-headed teammate. probably something much more than your cute admiration. first impression? a crazed man who stood weirdly in the field after a particularly thrilling moment that kept you on your toes.

it was hard not to be bummed after japan’s U-20 lost to the blue lock XI team. being sat beside your dad was not any better, spewing nonsense rap in anger and just having to withstand it even though eyes were glaring at your seats. who was also glaring? the weirdo. it was no mistake to see his striking pink eyes looking back at yours, staring right through your soul.

an amused look was indicated by his sick smirk. you smiled back at him—it was slight and probably would almost go unnoticed by most but you were sure he caught on because of how intense he was looking.

sad to say, you did not get itoshi sae’s number nor his eyes.

but you did get his teammate’s—who you later learned to name shidou ryusei’s number (i’m imagining he ran to the borders at full speed and called you over “you! come over here!” he says while pointing directly at you…).

hey, one step closer at least, no?

[cup1ds-bow]

your eyes tell

Numb. That's all you felt watching him slowly slip through your fingers. Your words, 'okays' and 'get home safes,' flowed from your lips like a well rehearsed script, a routine you unwillingly embraced.

You were convinced every forced smile was enough to mask your true feelings, but you should've known Sae would always see right through you.

"You're clearly not okay." He says, worry evident in his eyes.

He lets out a sigh, gently lifting your chin to meet his ever so piercing gaze. "What's going on with you? Talk to me." He continues, voice stern.

You say nothing but your eyes tell him everything he needs to know. "Y/n... You know I love you right?"

"Do you? Or is football the only thing on your mind right now?" You scoff, driven by a swarm of insecurities that scream I'm not good enough for him.

...

His hand falls from your chin. He definitely hates me now. He's gonna break up with me and never speak to me ag- your train of thoughts are abruptly interrupted by the familiar warmth of his lips against yours.

You stand there, momentarily stunned before gently responding to his kiss. The storm of emotions that swirled within you moments ago melts away along with you at the feeling of Sae's hand pulling you closer by the waist, leaving only the sweetness of the moment.

You bury your face into his neck, clearly embarrassed.

"I'm freeing my schedule for the month. No more football. Just me and you," he whispers, lips curling into a soft smile at the way your eyes lit up at his words.

[cup1ds-bow]

while you were sleeping

He doesn't need to say it. You know Sae loves you.

You can tell when he willingly goes to café's that sell only sickingly sweet treats just because he knows you'll adore what they offer. When he subtly guides you by your lower back to the furthest side from the road, just because it puts him at ease. When he cushions the sharp corners of every table, just because he aware you're clumsy.

When his lips melt into yours after a long grueling day at practice, leaving you all flustered.

But what you don't know is that when the sun dips below horizon, and you drift into slumber, nestled against the warmth of his chest, the words that have weighed heavily on his tongue finally escape. Sae stares at your peaceful face for a heartbeat longer before pressing a tender kiss on the crown of your head.

"I love you, Y/n." He whispers softly into your hair before pulling you closer.

[cup1ds-bow]

trust hes coming home

— before it all ends

part i | part ii | part iii (soon)

sae itoshi x f!reader | angst (sorry) | kissing

wc : 1.7k

it was never your intention to like sae itoshi. but you did.

after that little kissing incident in the re al stadium, your phone has not ceased giving you a bunch of notifications every single day. there have definitely been a lot of changes in your life since then. your ex stopped his endless begging, which you were delighted about since that was your real intention why did you do the stupid thing of kissing sae. but there were definitely a lot more consequences than gains from your reckless actions, one being you, receiving a lot of annoying messages and questions regarding sae. every time you open your socials, there are some hate comments here and there which bothered you at first, but sae would constantly remind you to ignore them.

sae proposed to have a pretend relationship with you to save your sorry ass, which until now you were still quite unsure why he would put such a “kind” act. you were quite unsure what was in it for him because every time you asked him, he’d respond with, “you’ll know soon.” you find it ridiculous and it almost feels like he’s been doing it on purpose to get even with you for kissing him out of nowhere. since that day, you apologized a thousand times which might have irritated him a lot. you could tell because it showed on his face. the way the furrow of his eyebrows gets deeper and deeper the more you utter the words sorry, apologize, or forgive, it almost seems like he’s allergic to those words.

the familiar feeling of his soft lips still ghosted your lips after all this time. it was like his soft lips had been engraved on yours and it was never meant for you to forget about it. you could still feel the way he responded to your kisses, the way he placed his hand on the back of your head so he could deepen the kiss, the way he held you until you finally decided to break it off. when those things happened to cross your mind, you could feel your heart pumping and there was this feeling of wanting more—wishing for more. the familiar butterfly sensation on your stomach starts to bother you, and you find yourself yearning for sae itoshi. you were fucked up, but you just keep on wanting more.

and since the deal that the two of you had, you found yourself talking or texting to him each day on the phone. sometimes he’d ask for some updates about your day or talk—rant—about his football. you never really had any interest in football before sae itoshi. you didn’t even know why one day, while you were in madrid, you just decided to watch a football game. maybe it was because of the sports news in the restaurant, maybe it was the conversation you overheard between two people talking about this certain football game of the year, or maybe it was because you heard about the name of a certain player that made you go to that football game that day.

the more you talk to him, the more you get to know who sae itoshi really is, and sometimes, you get so engrossed in knowing more about the real him, the one behind that arctic exterior, that you act very excited, and in turn, he’d just chuckle. his soft laughs had become music to your ears. it’s like a drug that every time you hear it, there’s an urge in you to want to hear it more. it might seem dramatic, but you’re quite thankful that he acts stoically in public. no one probably, outside his family or his closest friend, has ever heard him laugh, genuinely. his soft voice in the morning and his laughs are like golden treasures that you want to gatekeep forever.

five months after the two of you decided to have a pretend relationship, you found yourself in front of his parents, his brother, and his grandma. your heart was beating fast as anxiety swallowed you little by little in front of his family. it’s not that they were trying to kill you with their gaze (except for his brother, rin, who has a default murderous gaze). in fact, both of his parents were warm and welcoming to you, and they always had that comforting smile when they tried to talk to you. his grandma, on the other hand, was the sweetest, but for some reason, you couldn’t stop your hand from shaking.

“you good?” sae asked, holding your fisted hand.

you nodded and faked a smile. he manages to have your hand relax as he interlocks his fingers to yours. his hand is warm, compared to yours, and he has his thumb slightly caressing the back of your hand. and there it is again—the butterflies in your stomach. how could someone possibly act like that when it’s not even real?

if there’s another thing sae is good at, besides being a monster inside the pitch, it’s pretending. in a span of five months, there were only four times that you two have seen each other. the first is when he surprised you, in front of your boss by standing at the entrance of your office building as if he wasn’t attracting a lot of attention, a month after all the stuff that started it all.

the second was on your birthday. you jokingly tried to tell him that he should be there on your birthday, but he only told you that he had a practice schedule that day so he might not be able to go. it wasn’t like you were really expecting him to say yes anyway, but you were surprised to see him at your little birthday party with your friends with a bouquet of flowers in his right hand and a bag of presents in his left. you couldn’t help your smile that day, and for the first time, you felt a spark ignited in your heart.

the third time was when he visited you again, but not like the previous two that was both a surprise. that time, he informed you that he’d be seeing you, and you both spent your free days, roaming around the city like a true couple. you enjoyed those short days a lot that you didn’t even realize it was his last day with you until you got to the airport to send him back to madrid. before you let him go, you found yourself hugging him so tight as if you never wanted to let him go. you felt his arms circled around your waist as he returned the embrace, placing his face in between your shoulders and neck. your heart started beating fast as you questioned yourself about your closeness with him. you were quite unsure if it was still pretend or if it was real. you hoped it was real, but as you watched him walk into the airport, you couldn’t help but wonder, was it all for the act?

and the fourth time was when he told you that you’d be meeting his family. you remembered the moment you started to panic in front of him. you thought you heard it wrong the first time. meeting his family. you were in serious anxiety mode, but he held your shoulder as he tried to talk you through it all out. he was gentle with you and tried to reassure you that it’ll be fine.

that’s why you are with him and his family now. truly, you had no problem pretending before meeting his family. but after meeting his sweet grandma, you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt in your heart. she was so excited to finally have one of his grandsons “meet the love of his life.” you bit your lip as she repeated that line every minute, it’s like torture to your soul. you can’t lie or deceive the old lady. it hurts you little by little every time you see those lovely smiles on her face.

“sae, can we talk for a sec?” you asked him after he dropped you off in front of your home after dinner with his family.

“what’s up?”

“i think we should stop this act…” you said.

there was a minute of silence between you two after you uttered those words. you bit your lip, wondering if you said it right.

“okay,” he said, and somehow, it had you a little dumbfounded. you felt a stab in your heart. maybe you weren’t expecting he’d react that way. maybe you were expecting something else.

“okay?”

“yeah. i mean the topic about us already died down so i guess it’s fine for us to stop the act now. don’t worry. i will not confirm nor deny anything about us if they ever ask me in my interviews.”

you swallowed then slowly nodded and turned your back but you didn’t walk away. you couldn’t move your legs an inch to walk away. it—the thing between you two—felt undone. there is an inexplicable heavy feeling in your heart, and for a moment, you just want to take it all back. you want to tell him what you feel about him. you want to tell him that you like him.

“before we stop all of these…” you said, your back still facing him. “can i please just do one more thing?” you asked.

“mhm…” he hummed before you met his teal blue eyes. those blue eyes that used to show no emotion, but somehow, you saw those eyes soften as they met yours.

you stepped forward and another and another and another until you were just one step away from being face-to-face with him.

‘i guess this is where it all ends.’ you told yourself before claiming his lips one last time.

the kiss wasn’t like the kiss back in madrid. it was slow and his lips were warm against yours. it’s almost saying goodbyes without actually saying it. it’s bitter and sweet.

you don’t know why you just did that, but it was as if your body has its own mind and it just does what it wants. you kissed him again and again and again. if this is your last, you tried memorizing every inch of him. his lips, his scent, the way he kisses, his touches, and everything about him.

he was a good dream.

you pulled away, took a step back, turned your back, and finally walked away.

you left him there.

before you change your mind.

before he could have the chance to kiss you again.

***

(note: part iii will be the final part and probably the longest)

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𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 | kaiser x reader

— SERIES ONGOING

— plot: kaiser comforted you after a bad and slow breakup, but what will happen now considering what you two shared? is everything still unexpected or is there something you both simply have yet to realize?

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he wants that cookie so bad guys

in a distant universe… itoshi sae—as blunt as he is—won’t outright admit his feelings towards someone (assuming they didn’t fall for him first 😭🙏) until they confess first.

when your last boyfriend broke up with you, you were obviously more than just heartbroken. you’d turn to sae and just cry in his arms. “he was an ass anyway.” sae says while you’re bawling your eyes out yet you still had the energy to say “like you’re any better…” to which he deadpans at. he shrugs at your insult, not like he could say much anyway because that was a great retort.

the crying eventually turned into slow sniffles and you’re gulping down glasses of water (it was actually sae’s water bottle). however, it was obvious you were just having a breakdown. eyes puffy and bloodshot, 70 million tissues literally everywhere around your face. “you look like shit.” there he goes, back to his straight-forwardness.

deep down, you’re still pretty—call him some kind of sadist or whatever but that won’t stop him from thinking such. you’re frowning and it’s like you were going to cry again and sae actually initiates a hug (he hasn’t done that in forever). “sorry. didn’t mean to make you sad again.” it sounded real and not like some kind of half-assed apology he normally does. he wants to scratch his scalp in annoyance until you hug him back.

“…that is the nicest thing you’ve said to me.” you sob out and now he’s pulling himself away from the hug. he hates this. grabbing another tissue to pound onto your face, effectively hiding it from his tense gaze. “i’m gonna take it back.” he’s still staring at you with his arms crossed as you go wasting another box of tissue. you shake your head frantically. “don’t.” you say, removing the thin paper. your eyes are glassy and red but you’re looking up at him. and the way you’re looking, he just wants to tell you he likes you in the way you liked your ex. it’s like you can tell sae is going too crack soon because for the first time since the breakup, you grace him with a smile.

“i love you, sae.”

“don’t say. you don’t mean it.” he looks unamused (his eyes widened for a second).

you shook your head once again. “i do mean it. i love you, sae.”

“…i love you too.”

and for the first time, he smiles back at you.

[cup1ds-bow]

i love u too but follow me back pls i look like a fan ❤️

— before i could kiss you again

a longer version of this

sae itoshi x f!reader | slight(?) language | kissing

wc: 1.3k

it was never your intention to kiss the sae itoshi.

it was supposed to be a fun one-week vacation for you in madrid. but circumstances happened and changed when you accidentally met your ex. now, the fun you’re supposedly going to have turned into an unbearable nightmare of trying to run away from his obnoxious ass. you have no intentions of talking or making peace with him especially when the reason for your falling apart was because of a cheating incident a few months ago. many people would know that you give zero fucks about cheating, including him, so when he asked you to get back to him, you scoffed the life out of you and thought he was kidding. and now, you are kissing the most famous sae itoshi in re al’s home stadium, right after their big game against fc barcha, in front of all the cameras, even probably in all spain or even in front of the whole world.

you first met sae on a flight going to Madrid. it was a very rare occasion for you to get upgraded to business class, so when the flight attendant asked you if you wanted to move to a business class seat, you didn’t have to think twice and said yes. you were seated next to the magenta-haired man with weird hair physics who was wearing a black sleeping mask while an ongoing football game was playing on his big screen. before, you didn't know who sae itoshi was. sure, you've heard about his name, and how he is japan's greatest treasure, but it has never occurred to you to know more about him. you didn't know what he looked like or whatever. all you know was that he is, apparently, good at playing football and that he plays in a professional football league in spain.

so when you saw him play, you couldn’t believe your eyes. the man from the plane was the same man your coworkers were crazy about. and when he struck a breathtaking goal that opened the door for re al’s victory near the end of the game, and everyone was rejoicing in re al’s home stadium, you couldn’t help but also join the crowd. hell, you didn’t even know what was going on. when they started chanting his name, you saw him waving his hand up, hyping the crowd to make the chanting louder. there’s a burning passion in his teal eyes as he continues to hype up the people and as his teammates give him a supportive slap on his back.

it was a fleeting moment of exhilarating joy especially when you realized that your ex was just sitting behind you. you don’t even know why he was there right now. as far as you know, your ex never really cared about football, like you before, so you were confused about why would he be there. when you started walking away from your seat, you heard him call your name but you pretended you didn’t hear. he kept calling your name, it was getting annoying. you thought you were clear before that you would never ever give second chances to someone who messed up, especially when the issue was infidelity. when you reach the entrance to the tunnel, you finally face him.

“i do not give a fuck if you want to explain. you cheated, saw it with my own eyes, and that was enough for me. we’re done. now if you could please stop calling my name, there’s someone waiting for me,” you said, with annoyance traced in your voice with every word you spat. you don’t really know who would be that someone waiting for you, all you wanted was to escape from his obnoxious and ridiculous begging. you turned your back again, but this time you felt his hand, grabbing your wrist.

“can you please let go?” you asked. you tried to be polite and civil but it seems like he’s been pushing his limits already.

“please, here me out fi—”

“what’s going on here?” you both look at the owner of the voice and for some reason, you sense a relief in your veins. you removed your ex’s hand from your wrist and gingerly approached sae itoshi. he looks so much better up close with those teal eyes, intently looking at yours, deciphering what’s going on in your head with the way you look at him. he may or may not remember you because you barely interact during that flight except when he lends you his moisturizer because you forgot to bring it. it also looks like he just finished his interview since the cameras are still following him. you’re fucked, you thought. they’re still probably airing and other people may be witnessing what is about to happen.

“sae…i was just about to find you!” you said with a forced smile on your face. you continued approaching him and stopped when you are just one step away from him.

you prayed a million times of sorries in your head before you went ahead and held the side of his face, tiptoeing, before placing your lips against his. you heard audible gasps from the people, a lot of camera clicks, and a bunch of ‘oh my gods,’ when you kissed him. it was usually a normal sight for them to see a football player kiss their significant other but sae itoshi was different. he doesn’t have any dating rumors and has never been linked to anyone so it’s a surprise to other people to see him kiss someone—or rather to see someone kiss him—out in the open like this. he was unmoved when you kissed him and all you could think of was, ‘fuck, fuck, fuck,’ and was ready to pull away but you felt his hand on the small of your back and started responding to your kiss.

your head was spinning and spinning, your thoughts were incoherent, and for a moment, it felt like the world had gone still and silent. his lips were soft against yours and you’d be lying if you thought it wasn’t slightly addicting. you felt him pull away for a second, shifting his head’s angle before diving in again with his lips with renewed intensity. his kisses tasted like mint and strawberries, probably from the electrolyte drink he was drinking before. you felt his hand on your hips as your hand traveled to his slightly damped hair.

someone cleared their throat and pulled you both in reality. you quickly pulled away but stood close, not wanting to see what was waiting around you. and then a flash of light came flashing in and your heart suddenly felt like it was going to explode. he was quick you block most of your face with his hand on the second wave of flashing before making his body as your shield from all the camera shots. he took off his jacket before putting it around your shoulders, gesturing to his manager to accompany you out of the pitch and into the locker room. before you can fully exit the pitch, you look back and see him approach your ex, muttering some words. you’re not good at reading lips but you could’ve sworn he said something along the lines of, ‘…my girl.’

•••

the whole stadium was in chaos, but sae itoshi didn’t care. when you were already far enough to not hear the words he’s about to say, he made his way to your ex’s.

“please stop bothering my girl. i’m only going to ask once,” he said before leaving the pitch.

when he got to the locker room you were in, waiting, he closed the door and stood in front of you.

“i’m sorry—”

“i don’t need apologies. i need explanations,” he said, cutting you off.

you nodded.

“now explain, before i could kiss you again.”

•••