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neoegoistleague · 6 days ago

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huh? me? - sae itoshi

requested by: anon (yuyu)

paring: sae x fem!reader

au: college

cw: not established relationship, swearing, sae, aiku and shidou are friends, shidou. and aiku (needs his own warning too tbh), ooc sae probably (sorry aahh), shidou and aiku are mentioned by their last names, not proofread

a/n: this request was super cute omg╰(*°▽°*)╯sorry if its not as good as you hoped, and ty for being my first anon! enjoy ;3

word count: 733

“Hey! I like you!”

What. The fuck. The look of sheer confusion on Sae Itoshi’s face almost makes you laugh as you run away with your friend. What just happened? Did his crush, totally top secret by the way, just confess to him? Was it a joke?

“The fuck was that?” you can hear Aiku and Shidou almost howling, ahem, laughing, from all the way down the hall.

“I… don’t know. ‘S not like it matters, anyway.” Sae sighs, running one of his hands through his light magenta hair, trying to ignore the sound of his heart almost racing in his ears. He watches as your laughing figure along with your friend slowly disappears down the hallway. How we want to run after you, but he can’t. Not in front of his friends, and certainly not while you’re at this ripe age. Well, who knows, maybe he’d just never see you again and maybe it was a joke. Yeah, that’s it. It must’ve been a joke.

Well, he was wrong. Very wrong. There, at his soccer practice, he scans the bleachers as his teammates join him on the field, and he sees a face he was almost dreading to see. At least, for the second time today. He groans, turning around, only to be met with a sly grinning Aiku and Shidou. He sighs, pushing Shidou’s weirdly close face away from his.

“What’s our little Sae thinking about? Pondering about a giiiiirrrrllll?” Aiku teases, getting an eye roll from Sae.

“Certainly not. I don’t have time for dating,” Sae speaks his mind and morals, but part of him wants to see, just once, how a little crush might go. And of course, Shidou had caught on. Long ago, obviously, but he never spoke up about it. Shocker, to be honest.

“But what about a crush? Surely the Sae Itoshi has felt even a little bit of romantic affection before, right? Or is he a loser who’s never date-” Shidou’s obnoxious voice is cut off by Sae slapping his hand over his mouth, groaning as Aiku continues laughing.

“Would you two cut it out?! Look, even if I do like a person, they probably wouldn't like me back or have a partner already.” he slowly removes his hand from Shidou’s mouth, glancing around the bleachers to see your familiar face again.

“Looking for someone?” Aiku and another voice say in unison, followed by soft giggling from someone he almost feared to see again. Almost.

“No, why?” he replies in a nonchalant manner, one hand on his hip as his eyes meet yours. And how he wishes he didn’t, since now, he can’t look away. Well, that’s embarrassing.

“Heeyyy, Sae, you didn’t answer me earlier!!” you giggle, clinging into Shidou’s arm as he tries not to laugh. key word; tries.

“You didn’t ask a question?” Sae finally manages to break eye contact, only for Aiku to make the maroon hair boy turn to face you. By force, with his hand in place for the boy to be unable to move.

“Well, yeaahhh… but you could’ve said something after!” you roll your eyes, pouting playfully as Shidou struggles to hide his laugh. Sae sighs, shooting Aiku an annoyed look.

“Well, why don’t you repeat it for him, then? it seems our little Itoshi has forgotten,” Aiku’s voice slightly changes at the end, like how people’s voices change when they talk to babies. and you can see it’s driving said Itoshi insane.

“Okay! Sae, I like you!!” you beam, making Shidou burst out with laughter. Aiku also laughs, letting go of Sae’s face.

“What… Huh?? Me?? Are you sure you didn’t mean to confess to my loser brother?” it seems even the cold Sae Itoshi has to avert his gaze from you. You seem so genuine, with your confession and all. but he can’t help but be surprised, even the second time around.

“You seem like the bigger loser right now, I can't lie. Don’t worry, I still like you for that!” you laugh along with the two other idiots. But he enjoys your laugh a lot more than the two lukewarm freaks he calls his friends.

“Oh please, me? A loser? You deserve the best of the best, as in, not a loser. And I guess I like you too,” he mutters all of his little rant, going especially quiet and soft at the last sentence.

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neoegoistleague · 6 days ago

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high school dynamics - blue lock various

au: high school (no blue lock)

cw: just silly character dynamic head canons in an au where they're all in high school instead of the blue lock facility,

a/n: just something i thought of early this morning and had to write down. feel free to request a bsd, jjk or other fandom version! hope you enjoy!

word count: 524

isagi and bachira are best friends.

definitely inseparable, that duo that people can’t tell if they’re dating or best friends

always have been in the same class until the last year of school

they still hung out at breaks and during soccer practices

isagi’s new friend group

isagi met kurona, hiori, in his new class

they hit off pretty quickly

they later met yukimiya who got along with them alright

hiori introduced his new trio to karasu and otoya

hiori, karasu and otoya mostly stick together

isagi, yukiyma and kurona stick together too

bachira’s new friend group

oh, he misses isagi of course

but him and otoya hit off pretty quickly

they’re like that duo you least expect

double the idiocy

eventually, otoya introduced bachira to karasu

who was sitting with hiori and isagi’s group

the happiest the boy had been since him and isagi were split up

others

rin is definitely “i don’t need friends”

but isagi and him are academic rivals. trust me.

hiori and karasu constantly tease isagi about how him and rin are definitely enemies to lovers

kaiser and ness mostly stick together

reo and nagi are physically inseparable.

people can’t tell if they’re dating or just friends (like most of the other duos 😭)

kunigami and chigiri are definitely actively flirting but neither want to take it further

kaiser and isagi are rivals on the soccer team

again, hiori teases isagi about him “cheating” on rin with kaiser

he somehow manages to get the whole friend group on board with that

sae and shidou are that duo that people can’t tell if they hate each other or are besties

i think that they would always be together

like yeah friends but its more like sae pretends to hate shidou

anyways shidou keeps flirting with sae

aiku and sendou are also friends with sae and shidou but they stick together

ego and anri are teachers

also the coaches of the soccer team

individual head canons

sae is definitely the hot senior. canon.

isagi is unknowingly popular with he girls but half of them think he’s gay/dating bachira

kaiser is popular with girls and knows it

yukimiya is somewhat aware that he’s known for his looks

aiku and otoya are definitely the playboys. they’re known for it and wear the badge with pride.

kunigami is like everyone’s older brother. he’ll congratulate his friends and even people who aren’t his friends when they get good marks in class or win a sports match. truly the best brother 🙏🙏

chigiri is one of the guys who actually get along with the girls (🙀🙀) he’s mostly known for his hair and the tips he gives if people are close enough to him

bachira the social butterfly. canon.

karasu who is undeniably attractive but doesn’t want to interact with the girls who confess to him so he acts zesty with otoya (acts….)

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neoegoistleague · 6 days ago

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𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 - 𝙮𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞 𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙞 [info]

in which;

[first name] kaiser is the second child of the bastard münchen kingdom, better known for its first prince, michael kaiser. forced into an arranged marriage, [name] isn't allowed to meet her soon-to- be husband. thus, her brother takes matters into his hands and takes her to meet her prince secretly, every few days.

yoichi isagi is the only prince of the panasonic kingdom. this marriage will make him the king of his kingdom. he is aware of this marriage and convinced michael to let him, the proclaimed "devil", meet his dear younger sister.

author's notes;

this is a fully written fic. my motivation may drop halfway and i might quit, but i'm gonna try my best. this is my first time writing a series, let alone posting, so please be patient with me!

content warnings [in the fic];

arranged marriage, royal!au, kaiser hates isagi, isagi and kaiser slander, fem!reader, banter, mentions to abusive parents (nothing explicit), reader has neglectful parents (towards her), reader often wears dresses, kaiser backstory references, some characters mentioned by last name/others by first, not completely modern!au but some aspects are modern, more tba but each chapter will have warnings.

content warnings [regarding the writing];

inconsistent updates, sometimes lowercase writing other times not, possible spelling mistakes, possibly grammar mistakes, incorrect royalty/hierarchy titles/backstory (though i will try researching whatever i can), just remember that i'm a human and have my own life to deal with.

chapters list;

can be found here!!

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neoegoistleague · 7 days ago

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Sibling Matchup w/@archive-of-the-lost

Your sibling shall be.....

NIKO IKKI

I firmly believe he’s very underrated.

I could definitely see Niko as your younger brother, he most definitely picked up a lot of habits from you

“Constant bedhead. I can't tell the difference between my brushed and unbrushed hair cause it's always messy”

Niko definitely inherited this from u LOL

“People have told me that I look unapproachable? It’s the rbf”

He probably does under his bangs too. Dark bags from lack of sleep. He’s actually pretty assumed and happy that u have rbf, it means that when you two go out, he doesn’t have to talk to anyone

“My fashion style tends to rotate between cutesy pastel clothes, alternative, and elegant/cool.”

He lovess rating your outfits. He’s got DTI experience trust.

“I daydream a lot and tend to space out when I’m not talking to someone. I’m a true introvert”

Very Niko. He’s happy you don’t force him out the house often

“I love to talk to certain people and about things I find interesting, like my fixations or a fun hypothetical situation”

Late night discussions (bc neither of you have a healthy sleep schedule) would go hard. I feel like Niko has a lot of thoughts and a lot to say, but it doesn’t come out unless there’s time and comfort.

“I'm also good at reading people (to the point where my brother thinks I can read people's minds)”

At first this was a good thing. He wouldn’t even have to do anything for you to know what he wanted, or how he was feeling. But now, he’s constantly on edge because you’ve gotten a bit too good at it…

“I value my authenticity, creativity and emotional intelligence (I can’t say I’m really empathetic, but I listen to people when they need me to and I try to be there for them)”

Again, Niko probably has a lot to say. And he trusts you well enough to tell you about whatevers going. You don’t need to be empathetic or give advice, as long as you’re listening he’s satisfied

“used to be idealistic as a kid but now I'm more of a realist/pessimist.”

The same thing probably happened to Niko. Although, sometimes he misses his bubbly sister

“Not easily influenced by what's considered the norm (I don't like conformity much) and by extension social media.”

I would actually say Niko is quite the opposite. He’s not easily influenced by people, but “Pleasee buy me the new series! It’s rated 5 stars and everyones talking about it. It’s good i swear.” is a common occurrence. And he picks up all the brainrot, you’ve just gotten used to him using wack vocabulary…

“I was scolded a lot growing up for not being good enough of an eldest sibling”

Niko would hardcore disagree. “Well idk i think ur doing ok :/” Anytime you do get scold, he’s just eyeing your parents awkwardly (bc he never thought anything low of you-)

“Vocoloid, J-pop”

He will try very hard to convince you to go to a Miku concert

“When I say something sarcastic, I say it in a deadpan or neutral tone so my friends usually go "really?" and I'm like "no I was being sarcastic".”

Very Niko. He talks more in sarcasm than anything

"did you know that stingrays have no bones?"

Niko actually remembers all the facts you tell him. Which he thanks you for because he’s won many trivia rounds with them

“I love cat plushies.”

He takes pictures of them.

"I read a lot of fiction growing up so now I'm disappointed by a lot of the books I buy and read because my standards have raised. So I find that the plot is bad/boring."

“No you have to listen, Banana Fish is PEAK. I swear on skibidi”

I don’t see you as someone who requires an exceptionally active/present sibling, and nor is Niko

But once in a while, he’ll get you whatever trinkets he finds in the wild, you’ll get him the volume of manga he’s missing, etc.

He tells you about manyyyy things (except for maybe his hallway crush, but you figured that out on your own)

He’s actually quite the yapper when you give him the chance

Will abuse his younger sibling privileges (“Can we have lasagna for dinner?”)

He thinks you’re supper cool, and will brag to all his friends that “My sister is way better than yours. She makes me lasagna. AND she looks sick.”

Will burst into your room to show you tiktoks bc you refuse to download it “lmao look at dawg.”

Bombards you with tiktok brainrot.

Really just wants your approval. He wants to be cool like you too

Rants to you about the annoying people in his class.

Basically, whatever's going on in his life is your personal source of entertainment ;)

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neoegoistleague · 7 days ago

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A Life of Normalcy | A Drabble ｡.:*☆

Itoshi Sae x Reader

Synopsis -> Hypotheticals based on the fact that Sae would've been a normal kid if he never played soccer. CW: IT'S ANGSTY AT THE END.... Also a small description on what happened to Sae in Spain AND IT IS NOT CANON I REPEAT IT IS NOT CANON. mentions of discrimination, overworking, exhaustion, etc. A/N: major crashouts = angst. It's an unwritten rule :P also angelcore sae makes sense to me idek why IT'S PROBABLY CANON

There are times when Sae had wondered what would he would've done if he never took up soccer.

What if he had a particular interest to anything but a sport? Or maybe nothing? What if he lived a plain and ordinary life?

Thoughts like these crossed the oldest Itoshi's mind whenever he was away from you, lacking your touch, feeling the cold and unsettling air prick his skin, causing goosebumps to form on his hands and legs.

He would imagine days where you would walk around in the garden of your shared home, wearing the wedding ring he got you oh-so proudly, and you would be pampering his future son.

He would imagine days where he'd stay in your arms forever, unable to move from the sheer thought of not wanting to lose you. He would imagine days where he didn't need to come to Spain in the first place, he could be in Japan and happily live a life of normalcy with you.

He would imagine himself as the couch dad who would tell their kids to get the remote, even if it was right in front of him. The thought amused him most, but one particular scenario he had always imagined came into mind whenever he started overthinking about his life decisions.

Maybe he'd reconcile with Rin.

Maybe he would let your future son feel safe enough to bike to Rin's house, who would be the future uncle in the family, and maybe he would let your future son stay over at Rin's place to just talk. Rin wouldn't be in professional football too, so it'd be a happy, normal family.

No pressure. No foreign torture. No expectations. The only thing he needed to do was stay loyal to you, and that was the bare minimum for him. He'd be with you anytime of day, and he loved you so much that cheating or calling it quits was never an option at all. He hadn't even thought of it.

A rush of possibilities run through his mind before he finally blinks his eyes awake, drinking some cold water to let the reality of his current life sink in.

He wasn't going to get all that. But he had you. And that was all that mattered to him, wasn't it?

"Angels look scary to protect while devils look ethereal to deceive." —unknown -------------------------------------------------

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neoegoistleague · 7 days ago

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cw: body worship but sfw (so there's mentions of kisses)

imagine spending stormy nights outside with rin itoshi. his eyes wandering as your clothes cling onto your skin from being drenched in the rain, your tired yet energetic figure prancing around the grass, enjoying the feeling of wet soil on your bare feet and rain on yourself.

he'd wonder how he was able to find someone as gorgeous as you. even in the rain, he could only focus on you. nothing else mattered. lightning and thunder's threatening voices dimmed down as he approached you, his close soaking wet too.

he'd take his soaking wet shirt off and help you take off your jacket if you wanted him too. he'd hold you close to him, sitting down under the nearest tree, and his lips would gently kiss all over your stomach and face. he can't pull himself away from you, you're too gorgeous to let go.

his mouth latches onto your shoulder, stomach, collarbone, neck, cheek, forehead, and lips. he'd even kiss your inner thighs if you wanted him to. he was so sickeningly in love with you that he'd kiss you wherever he pleased.

he loved you that much. and though he didn't show it regularly, you knew he'd show it when you were in the rain.

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neoegoistleague · 7 days ago

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𝙸 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚈𝚘𝚞

Oliver Aiku x Fem! Reader

SYNOPSIS -> When a victim of constant bullying meets the guy who's known all over the school, garnering attention with every step he takes. It just doesn't mesh well.

CW: ANGSTTT (I'm falling in love with pulling your hearts apart I'm sorry everyone), mentions of bullying, suicidal tendencies, the fact that this could be vaguely brought from "All About Lily Chou Chou" is a warning in itself

A/N: I don't know how much more obvious I can get that this resonates the type of person I am to a tee. It could be eluding to an event I would be doing for 100 followers.....

IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE TOPICS MENTIONED ABOVE, CONSIDER THIS A WARNING TO DRINK SOME WATER AND CHECK OUT ANY OF MY OTHER WORKS <3

The question Oliver asks himself when he sees you sitting in class, alone and quiet, is 'how does she live like this?'

It's odd that someone that used to be as social as you (he had known you from elementary school) suddenly went so quiet. Like that sparkle within you had just... Vanished. It was like the sparklers that fizzed out after running out of the material that catalyzes their burning.

He had never had the chance to talk to you. You were surrounded by some unwanted thing or the other. Last time he saw you, you had a few girls snickering at you, whispering about your interests, your looks, and your personality.

How could you not get so aggravated at it? It was honestly scary how calm you were about the entire situation. You were never this quiet, not even last year. What happened to you?

He wanted to find out. He just didn't know how. So, he made a reasonable and rational plan to follow you on your way home from school. His eyes trail to your slumped figure, walking on the gravel road, with nothing but grass on either side of you. He saw your sullen expression, your gorgeous eyes shying away from the light of the sun. You used to love the sun. He knew that very well.

He loved you endlessly before he stopped befriending you. He had known you since first grade, and he knew every bit of detail of your trauma. Of your life. Of your family. Of your other friends you used to cherish so lovingly.

Keeping a measurable distance from you, he observed your form. The school uniform loosely hanging on you, almost looking unsettlingly unfashionable; a war crime for any fashion lover to look at. You turned around just because, and you saw him.

"Aiku...?" You called out, your voice as soft as snow. His expression softens even more at the sight of you, and he walks up to you before cupping your face with his hands and holding you close.

"'m sorry."

"For what?"

"Everything. You don't deserve the hell you went through."

"Thanks...."

"How does the universe decide that you're its victim? You're so sweet, so kind, so tiny... How did you deserve anything like the things you went through?"

"I don't know."

"Let's just shut up," Aiku concludes the conversation and holds you, his arms strongly and easily holding your frail frame. He carried you to your house, letting you rest as he cooked you some delicious food for dinner.

He had been there for you after 5 years. Why? He didn't care, did he? There was no way he did, he had left you for something else entirely. There's no way he cared.

ׄ 　۪ 𓂃 ੭୧ 𓂃　۪ ׄ

If there was a force of habit Aiku had developed in the time knowing you, it was to always check your calendar to see if any parts had been ripped. He saw the months after May ripped.

He knew what it meant, but he didn't want to talk about it. He knew you well enough that you couldn't do it anyway. He knew whatever trauma you faced, you were too young to keep it in, and he was too young to care about it.

His figure walks to your room, and he sees you up against the wall, sitting down on your futon, listening to music. He sits next to you, and he joins, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he listened with you.

He caresses your hair as he looks at your peaceful yet dead expression, as if you were trying to find a meaning in all of this.

"Aiku," you mutter quietly, and he turns around, his expression softer than ever.

"What is it, [name]?"

"Why did you come back? Suddenly too?"

"Because I love you. You're my best friend from our childhood."

"But aren't you... Aren't you supposed to hate me now?"

"How could I hate you?"

"I... I don't know."

"Exactly. Let me love you for how long you want me to," he whispers, and he keeps his hold on you. You guys didn't even go to school, you just stayed at home, listening to the music, holding onto each other, not saying a word and finding peace in the silence of the room.

As dusk approached, he stood up, and he gave you quick peck on the forehead before silently walking to his home. He wished that you'd fix your calendar, he really wished. It was ultimately your decision though. He wanted to be with you forever, he wanted to relive the joy you experienced with him. He wanted to give you closure, to give himself closure.

He couldn't stand being you. He couldn't stand how you survived being bullied. How you were able to live without your parents. How you were able to live with siblings who had a strained relationship with you. How you were able to love so much yet remain unloved, untouched by everyone in the school. He couldn't stand how you were the victim of your own story. You were supposed to take charge, but you just... couldn't. You were as fragile as a flower, as delicate as an breeze in the spring, as warm as the sun, as beautiful as the sakura flowers that swirled around in the city whenever he walked there. You were heaven-sent, put together so perfectly by the universe.

He made himself dedicated to making you happy again. He just wish he could.

ׄ 　۪ 𓂃 ੭୧ 𓂃　۪ ׄ

And as much as he tried, he failed oh-so horribly.

Your final straw was school a few weeks later. He knew it. He saw the balled up fists you had on either hand, your expression enraged, ready to punch someone near you.

You were just insulted about your dating life.

"I heard she sleeps with every guy," you heard a girl in the distance snicker, and the other sighs.

"Yeah. I've heard she's a pick-me too. She gets all the guys and bathes in the attention, like a whore."

"I heard she slept with Oliver Aiku last night."

"Oliver? The guy in our class? He's hot, but someone like her slept with him?"

"Apparently. That's what everyone's saying nowadays."

Your expression softened as the fists in your hands loosened. You had given up. You had enough of everything. You just wanted it to end.

Aiku had tried following you home that evening from school, but you told him not to.

"Don't come with me home, Aiku. Your family's waiting for you," you say happily, and his eyes water for the first time in a very long time. He hugs you, and you hug him back. He's distressed, ready to do anything to pull you away from such a scary tendency to end things short.

"Don't do anything stupid, please," he whispers, and you nod. Pulling away, you walk home, and he walks to his home. Two different directions, far away from one another.

After dinner, he rushes to see you. He wants to make sure you were okay, that you weren't going to do what he thought you were going to do.

He was too late, as he entered your room after sprinting to your house mindlessly, holding onto your lifeless frame, tears spilling down his cheeks, his hand gently slapping your cheek helplessly, hoping that it was all fake, that you'd wake up happier and stay in his arms, listening to music over and over again.

He just couldn't save someone who couldn't be saved. He couldn't save a lost cause. And that was his problem: believing that he could save you.

As he stares at your ripped calendar, he looks back at you, and he gently kisses your cheek, holding you closer. He keeps staring at your calendar, finally realizing that this was pre-meditated. His presence had no effect on you, and it never would.

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neoegoistleague · 8 days ago

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𝐒𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.

Historical AU! Anri Teieri x Fem! Sculptor! Reader

Synopsis -> Forbidden love between the daughter who's the heir of a famous conglomerate and a sculptor with westernized styles.

A/N: This IS my first wlw fic!! Also, this takes place during the Meiji Restoration in 1868. Most of my information comes from my history notes from last year when we talked about this time period, so please don't be afraid to make corrections towards certain scenarios I write!!

CW: Angst angst angst. Forbidden love, mentions of arranged marriage

Arriving at the port of Edo, you search to find your client's house. The crowd was dizzying, considering the long journey from Byzantium, the place where you had gotten your degree in arts and sculpture, specifically.

You adjust your plain kimono, which was dark blue in color, and you fix your hair as you wander around, looking for a sign to find the house that your client resided in.

The city sure was big, but you did miss it from time to time. Byzantium was a gorgeous place with plants in every corner and such, but Edo was truly where your heart belonged. Your kimono delicately drags on the pebbly streets as you finally make it to the estate.

You dust off the ends of your kimono and clutch onto the handle of your briefcase as you look at the estate. The garden welcomed you with mutated roses with a pink hue in the middle of them while the rest of the rose was white. Dark purple oleanders swayed delicately in the wind, and a weeping willow hovering over the estate to provide shade comforted your worries with a single leaf falling onto your head.

"Teieri conglomerate, huh..." you muttered, your eyes darting around to find the doorbell, and once you do, you gently press it, letting the voice reverberate on the inside of the estate, loud and clear. A woman approaches you. She was young, her hair an auburn brown, her eyes as ravishing as the chocolate you had heard of in the Americas. Her lips were as pink as a bunny's tongue, her body as gorgeous as Aphrodite herself.

"Hello! My name's Anri Teieri, it's nice to meet you..."

"[Name]."

"Ah, [name]! I had hired you to be my sculptor, right? My father's been wanting a sculpture of me to keep in the estate's round-a-bout garden, considering our other family members have sculptures or carvings of themselves too," Anri smiled, explaining the situation to you in the softest tone possible. It was like a pacifier for the exhaustion and rage you felt, being cramped in a ship full of degenerate men who would do nothing but stare at your bosom that was fully covered. She had the voice you needed to hear to just calm down.

"Great, thank you. Where do I rest?" You ask softly, and you get guided around the area with Anri. Her hand gently holds yours, and she introduces you to your new room, which looked like an entire house. Your eyes widen, and Anri smiles.

"Shocked? It's not everyday you see a person own multiple houses," she chuckles, and she smiles at you, her hand still holding yours, "I guess that's the perks of being an heir to a huge conglomerate." She guides you in, sitting you down in a chair, and she gives you some tea and biscuits. Her eyes look into yours, and you finally notice her dress. It was a kimono, with white and gold accents, a golden hairpin keeping the braided sides of her hair pinned back, and her eyes were adorned with kohl while her lips were just naturally gorgeous as always.

"Yeah, it truly is a shock," you mutter, and you close your eyes after sipping on the tea. Anri smiles, and she cares for you as you took rest in the new estate, unable to believe that she of all people was your muse, and also the fact that she was filthy rich.

୨ ₊ ┈ ⪩⪨ ┈ ₊ ୧

The next day, you wake up in your bed, exhausted and confused. Remembering your day yesterday, you pick up your art equipment and start sketching how you wanted your sculpture of her to look like.

She was ethereal, and you knew it. She resembled the aura of an angel, someone so graceful yet so kind. She needed to be presented in that light, someone who can be sculpted beyond your talents. You wanted her to look perfect, just as she was.

Finishing the sketch took a few hours, but you finally wanted her reaching out in the air, garments flowing down her figure, her eyes gazing up into the heavens. Her hair would be messy, unbraided, unkempt yet so put together, and the rest of her would pull that look to look like that of an angel.

Your eyes wandered around the room, and you notice your robes were hung up nicely on hangers. Discarding your old ones and changing into your new ones, you decide to start getting your limestone and sculpting equipment.

"Mrs. Teieri, please just stand there," you mutter, starting to arrange the limestone blocks, gluing them together with a substance similar to cemented water. Your eyes wander to her, and you walk up to her. You accidentally stain her fingers with the waterish cement as you make her pose in the ideal position you want her to be in.

"Just like that... Thank you, Mrs. Teieri. We'll take breaks after I make some progress, I'll let you know then, if that's alright," you say quietly, and Anri nods compliantly. As she stands still she observes you quietly as you sculpt. The beads of sweat dropping down your forehead from concentration, your gorgeous eyes, which looked like an endless yet gorgeous abyss she wanted to get lost in, and the slight biting of your lip as your fingers toiled endlessly to create the sculpture.

As more and more time passed, making time seem like eternity, Anri looked at you, and she asked quietly, "are we done yet?"

Your eyes widen, and you apologetically smile as you stand up and walk towards her. "I'm so sorry, you can get a rest," you say quietly, and Anri feels a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Your eyes wander to hers, and the gaze prolongs for an awkward amount of time before looking away, chuckling awkwardly. Your hand grazes her arm, and her eyes look at you before she smiles lightly, going to a different room to get some food.

That night, you finished sculpting her face, and by the next 6 months, you had finished the intricate drapes, details, and other major and minute details of her figure.

The day you finished was a sad one. You were to go back to Byzantium soon, considering you had an estate to reside there as well. Anri had grown fond of you, and you had too. It was a type of fondness that couldn't be limited to the word "friendship." She wanted you, and you wanted her. It was a mutual feeling of affections between a goddess-like figure like her and a mere mortal like you.

The day you polish up the sculpture and ask her father and other workers to move the sculpture to its ideal place in the estate, Anri drags you into a private room. Her eyes are gleaming with joy, and her warm and cinammon-scented breath tickled the skin of your lips.

"Thank you so much for this piece, [name]. It looks so gorgeous," she smiles, her body slowly pressing up against yours. You let her, not wanting her to stop getting closer to you. The feeling of yearning burned between the both of you, and before you could even reply, she placed her lips on yours.

Her arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer to her as she caressed the plain kimono that you always wore with the pads of her fingers. Her eyes close after fluttering in joy, and her body relaxes, becoming one with yours.

Your eyes look deep into her figure, your blush increasing. For such a woman like her, you knew had gone too far off to deny your feelings for her. Your beloved muse, placing her lips on yours, her arms caressing you in a sensual yet loving manner... It was too much for you, but you couldn't help wanting it more and more.

It was fortunate that you two weren't caught kissing so fervently. Only God would've known what would've happened if anyone found out. It was unfortunate that the moment had to be lived shortly. The feeling of ecstasy mixed with the scented muskiness of your perfumes in the air only caused the both of you to want more, but you couldn't have it. After all, you were a mere artist living paycheck-to-paycheck, and she was a rich noble from a conglomerate selling to every city in Japan.

It was short lived, but you didn't think it'd end so suddenly.

୨ ₊ ┈ ⪩⪨ ┈ ₊ ୧

It had been years since you saw her. You left to Byzantium a week after finishing the sculpture, and you didn't stop thinking about her. You wanted her so badly. She was your first muse and the only one who ever gave you that kick to sculpt so perfectly again.

You decide to visit Edo years later, your mind unable to get the image of her angelic form off your mind. And so you book a ferry to Edo.

You wore the same kimono that you did during your time in Edo, and your eyes wandered, instinctually finding her estate in a matter of minutes. You ring the doorbell, and you see an intimidating man opening the door. By his side was a little girl who looked exactly like Anri. You couldn't believe it. You didn't want to, but you could only assume the worst as Anri greeted you, her eyes still showing that hint of joy and love, and she speaks the heartbreaking words to you:

"Ah! I missed you! Father had arranged me with such a nice man, and I see you've met my daughter! I named her Nara."

Nara, huh. Maybe it wasn't worth anything to kiss you. Maybe it was to get a little kick, a final thing her bucket list to accomplish before scurrying off to a man.

Your eyes looked at Nara, and you looked back at Anri, a look of betrayal in your eyes. Your goddess hadn't chosen you. And it was at that you realized that you two were nothing more than just trash in terms of your status comparing to hers.

It was all for nothing. You loved your muse, but she didn't choose you.

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neoegoistleague · 8 days ago

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[ 💌 ] - IT'S NOT BECAUSE'S HE'S FALLEN FOR YOU -multi!

It's not because he's fallen for you.

That's something he's found himself muttering under his breath more than he should. Reminding himself of a fact that should have remained as common sense.

He's gone 'soft' according to his friends. He refuses to even entertain such a bizarre notion. Soft? Over you no less? As if.

Those favors he does for you? Those are only because he wants to hold it over your head later. Taking notes for you because you missed class? He only does it because if you fall behind, you'll pathetically drag your ass to him for help.

Remembering all the things you express a vague interest in? It's only because he prides himself on being observant. It's not because he likes you, much less loves you.

You're an acquaintance-maybe a friend on certain days even. Not someone he has eyes for, and especially not someone who he's fallen head over heels in love with.

So what if he's constantly stealing glances at you? So what if he's gathering every small detail about you that he can get? So what if he almost enjoys piecing who you are- who you really are- bit by bit like a puzzle, a beautiful, magnificent puzzle.

It's your fault for being so damn enchanting.

It's was so unfair how your mere presence-your mere existence- made him feel this way. He didn't have any sort of feelings towards you so why was he like this? Always longing, always wanting.

All your habits, your thoughts, opinions, feelings. They meant nothing to him, yet they meant all the word to him at the same time. And he loathes it, the way his mind cycles over them, dissecting, interpreting, imagining.

Part of him wanted to hate you for the constant roller coaster that you subjected his emotional state to. The way a laugh, a teasing brush of contact, a brief glance even, could make or break his day was pathetic. He thought he was better than this. He knew he was better than this.

So why? Why was his mood always dictated by you? Like some cruel mistress that enjoyed toying with his heart.

He could almost feel you there in his thoughts, lingering, laughing softly at him as if you knew. And maybe you did. Maybe you always had. There was a sharp edge to that thought, the idea that you were aware of the effect you had on him and chose to wield it without even trying.

But then he thinks of your smile. Your sweet, genuine smile that perfectly reflects who you are in his eyes, and then he realizes that you aren't the type. You're too nice.

Too perfect.

And so he lies to himself. Pretends that you don't have his heart entangled in your hands every single second of every single day. Pretends that every moment he spends noticing you is just idle curiosity, it's passive. Like a sunset. Something that he can appreciate without making contact. Without getting too close.

Without risk of getting hurt.

But he has made contact, more times than he should have. Every interaction, every conversation, every stolen glance. He wants to hold your words in the palm of his hand, your laughter, your habits. He’s already far too close, and he hates how much he doesn’t want to back away.

It's all your fault for having him so enchanted with you.

And maybe, just maybe, he’s starting to think that’s a problem he doesn’t want to fix.

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neoegoistleague · 26 days ago

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salvatore - sae itoshi

paring: sae x fem!reader

psst, look out for @/saioratral's version

cw: not proofread, intended lowercase, swearing!!, kaiser n reader are besties, reader is implied to be wearing a bikini/top with string at the back, slight horror themes, imagine i meant the description in a dandadan "acrobatic silky" way :3, no romance. i'd call this angst even, basically nearly 2.2k words of pain for reader, sae's lines are written in red, lyrics are in pink.

note: this includes themes of (in a way/implied) toxic sae. there's derealization themes in this, and swearing. there's a somewhat graphic? description of sae's face in this, and i want you to click off now if things like dandadan's art scare you. this isn't a very good horror/thriller fic but its certainly not smth i want anyone to be affected by. sae is kinda a ghost/hallucination ig. a bad memory.

a/n: wrote this in one sitting HELP. not my usual style. enjooyyy <3333 pls lmk how the "horror" went cus i wanna write more stuff like this :3 theres a few direct references of the song salvatore in this ;)

word count: 2190

listened to salvatore by lana del rey on repeat for this <3

on. off. on. off.

the lights flicker, it’s so annoying. how are you meant to read beside the pool if the stupid light keeps turning on and off?!

well, to be fair. it’s nearly midnight and you’re sitting beside the pool of your best friend’s house. its like a cliché scene from some music video, and its definitely not as aesthetic as it looks. its way too hot for sitting outside at night. it’s hot and it’s dark, no one’s gonna see you. so you pull off your shirt. if anyone does happen to be outside this late at night, it should be considered a blessing to see you. hah, losers.

you had a swimsuit under it since you and your best friend would regularly take late night swims when you both would stay up.

ah, right. said best friend’s name wasn’t ever dropped.

cue to michael kaiser. yeah, your best friend is crazy rich and. well, crazy.

thankfully, he’s asleep in his room right now. its funny, you can’t sleep at a sleepover. since he has a week break off of soccer, he invited you over to stay. for the whole week. today is day two, and you already miss home. sure, you missed your ever busy best friend. but your bed at home… it calls you…

hey, at least you’re getting pampered and getting princess treatment from your best friend.

so, another few minutes pass. its even hotter with just a swimsuit’s top on, what on earth?? you wait a few more minutes, fanning your face with your hands in hopes to cool off. but it seems not. you open your book from where you left off, the words still too dimmed since the light keeps flickering.

fuck it, you think. i’ll just listen to music. so you pull out your phone, lowering the volume as to not wake up michael in his room. you slip off your shorts, now sitting on the seat beside the pool in just your swimsuit. the air’s stuffy in a way, but a cool breeze almost flirts with your hair when a rush hits your face.

perfect.

you turn up the volume just a bit, slipping into the pool by the ledge as quietly as you can. the cold water embraces every inch of your skin, from the tips of your toes to forming endearing rings around your thighs. it feels like a cold yet comforting hug around your waist, and like a kiss to the fabric of your swimsuit when it soaks through.

it’s just perfect.

you feel yourself find comfort in the cold water. it’s summer and stinking hot. you’ll probably be out here a while, so you let your hair soak itself in the water, just like your swimsuit. you cross your arms over the ledge, pulling yourself up a bit too bring your phone close. the screen is just barely readable, your phone’s battery is about to die. you sigh, opening spotify and pressing the shuffle button twice. there, smart shuffle. now you’ll have some form of anticipation. you place your phone down a safe distance from the ledge, pressing skip on the dim screen and turning it off. however long the battery lasts is okay, you’ll be entertained for so long.

a song you can’t remember the name of plays. it has a slow-ish opening, something you’d expect to have stuck in your head when you see a hot guy walk past. or when you suddenly get that surge of confidence, of that feeling when you feel, no, know, you’re attractive.

and that’s what the opening lines of the song make you feel.

you turn to face away from the ledge, your back leaning against the cold tiles as a sigh escapes your lips. a relaxed sigh. a somewhat bored sigh. but a content one, to say the least.

“i adore you, can’t you see? you’re meant for me~”

the song hits close to home, a little too close.

ah, that’s right. the cold tiles against your back are suddenly unwelcoming, its like this massive pool is boxing you in. what’s the feeling? the cold water isn’t nice anymore, its like its throwing insults at you for being in it. the embrace around your legs and waist isn’t loving anymore, its threatening.

what is this feeling??

your breath hitches, then quickens.

in, out. in, out. in-out-in-out-in-out-in-

you hyperventilate in the cold water, the ledges of the cold, dark pool seemingly boxing you in. its all in your head, you try reminding yourself. but it doesn’t work. tch, when have you ever listened to yourself, anyways?

you turn to try pulling yourself over the ledge and getting out the pool, but your hands are shaking and obviously wet. tears fill to the brim of your eyes, both of frustration and fear.

you’re alone. that’s right, you miss him.

you desperately try using your foot against the tiles of the interior of the pool, to give yourself a boost out of the dark sea. but your attempts are in vain, how stupid. stop thinking like that! its just like him!

the song continues playing, almost like its mocking your futile attempts to escape this forsaken pool.

“catch me if you can, working on my tan~”

shut up! you trying pushing yourself onto the ledge again, it works! and then you slip back down the slippery tiles. well, not before you hit your chin on the ledge. you whine out in pain, forgetting to be quiet. a panic attack is the last thing you want in a pool, in the dark and alone.

okay. try controlling your breathing. in for five seconds, out for seven. you try. but your breath hitches again. you cough out, shaky hands letting go of the ledge to cover your mouth in hopes to muffle the sound.

bad idea.

you lose your footing and can’t grab on in time, to really anything. despite being a suitable height for the depth of the pool on your chosen side, your head goes under the water for a few seconds.

you force one eye open the smallest bit, stretching your arm out to grab the ledge. the tips of your fingers just barely grasp the sharp ledge, pulling your head out of the dark void of horrors.

you gasp out for air, coughing between each attempt for your lungs

to produce an action similar to that of blowing up a balloon.

its a good thing you closed the door as much as you could before sneaking to sit beside the pool, otherwise, michael would’ve heard you. you didn’t lock it, though, so there was a barely one millimetre gap.

you desperately try boosting yourself up just a bit once more, your tired body just barely forcing you up. you throw your arms over the ledge, crossing them over each other like you would cross them over your chest.

finally, you’re stable enough to keep your head above the water. your breathing also stabilises a bit, you can finally hear what song spotify has decided to play for you.

“puttin’ on my music, while i’m watchin’ the boys~”

you lightly, almost emptily laugh. like, what boys? he ignored your confession years ago, no more boys are worth looking for. with music dedicated to them, at that.

“that’s funny. more like music while i’m watchin’ the girls.” you hear a voice. not just any voice, a voice that pangs your heart. a voice that makes it feel like your lungs are filled with chlorine water again. a voice that cuts your fingers a hundred times worse than the ledge of the pool. a voice that fucks your mind over.

“s-sae…” you internally curse yourself for stuttering. no this can’t be real. why is he here? how?

you don’t turn around. hopefully you’re just talking to yourself. but you feel that same feeling, the one where an unrequited lover’s gaze stares holes into your back. despite being in clothing meant for the pool, your back mostly exposed, it feels like his eyes are undressing you. it’s like his eyes are pulling the string on the back of your swimsuit, its like he wants you to relive the pain of being tossed aside like some useless piece of trash.

“[name].” this is just a nightmare, this is just a nightmare. don’t fall for it. don’t fall for it again. don’t fall for him. don’t fall for him again.

he lightly laughs, it sounds mocking. it sounds like he’s walking closer. shit.

“i see you’ve found some self worth. kind of sad, more pathetic.” he stops. where is he??

you don’t turn your face to look for him, either. it’s not the fear of seeing him, like reviving your feelings or something. its the fear of seeing him in general.

you hear the footsteps along the tiles again, this time closer.

“aw what, no response? you used to talk on and on to me.” his voice is mocking, it’s almost… distorted? like in the slightest, it sounds distorted. it’s scary, like those distorted white faces you’d see on jump scare videos. now the fear’s really caught up to you, you hide your face in the crook of your crossed arms. you can feel goose bumps form on your skin, the cool breeze from earlier no longer endearing. it’s threatening. the hairs on your neck stick up as fast as you used to perk up when sae would see your messages. truly pathetic.

“don’t ignore me, my dear [name]. we have so much to catch up on~” his voice sounds more and more distorted by the second, you hear a crack. as comical as it sounds, the crack sounded like the sound of a neck cracking. in a bad way.

the steps move closer. and then they stop. for a good few minutes, they stop. its quiet.

oh thank god, it was your imagination. you slowly life your head, breathing out a sigh of relief-

then a hand settles on your shoulder. long, cold fingers fiddle with your hair. you slowly, almost like you’re stuck in slow-motion, turn your face.

there, a fully white-faced sae is bend over in the most inhumane, most terrifyingly distorted position you could even being to fathom. not to say just that, his face is elongated in an almost dandadan looking style. horror movies are fucking lies.

“come back home, [name]~” his eyes are black, drooping like liquid. his mouth is black, a drooping smile cursing his once smile-graced lips. his neck is bend in such weird ways, and his hands are elongated and around your neck.

around your fucking neck?! he slightly tilts his head, smile growing and showing his teeth that are weirdly far back in his mouth. not to say this whole situation isn’t weird or scary or any other fucking word other than ‘weird’! nope, nuh uh, no fucking way.

his head moves in an almost mechanical manner. one slight tilt makes a loud crack noise. his hand around your neck begins to squeeze, this isn’t a fucking dream!

you scream out as loud as you can, that one millimetre gap in the door being enough for your scream to reach michael. he open the door loudly, yelling out.

“[name]?! what happened?!” he yells, carefully running over the wet tiles to where you’re choking on your own sobs. he leans over the ledge, wrapping his arms around your waist and shoulders to pull you up. you lay in his lap and in the safety of his arms, sobbing and grabbing onto the back of his shirt like some distorted figure was about to end your fucking life in front of you. distorted figure of your first and only love, that is.

“what happened?” he repeats a bit softer, hugging you close. your hands desperately claw the back of his shirt, eventually falling limp.

he’s gone. sae’s gone. he was never there.

you stay frozen, what do you tell michael?? you don’t wanna worry him. you’re about to come up with a lie, but…

there’s a tap on your shoulder, and you don’t even need to turn around. from the corner of your eye, you see a long, white finger. shit.

it’s gonna be a long night, the tears fill and blur your eyes once more. your phone hadn’t run out of better just yet, so all that had happened in a span of maybe ten minutes.

smart shuffle played the same song again.

“salvatore can wait, now its time to eat, soft ice cream~”

both distorted? sae and the song whisper mockingly in your ears.

aww, and they say romance is dead ;)

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neoegoistleague · 26 days ago

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alibi - reo mikage

paring: reo x gn!reader

cw: not proofread, intended lowercase, probably ooc reo (SORRY.), murder, mentions of blood (nothing graphic!), reo is a tiny bit possessive, a bit of swearing ("bastard", "assed"), lwk shitty ending. lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: i wrote this in like maybe 30 minutes... writers block kicked my ass but hey i wrote for once 🤯🤯 hope you enjoy, requests are open and i'm open to interactions as usual! forgive me this is shitty.

word count: 1111

based off the song alibi

it’s a common saying, red is the colour of love. who should deny it, love hearts, roses and everything nice are red! including the liquid staining your hands, clothes and skin. only a few specks of it flicked onto your white shirt, but your hands and face say otherwise.

another day, another night of killing under cover. you feel your shoulders loosen tiredly, watching the last desperate breaths escape the crimson liquid source. one last breath, their fingers that were curling in the air in futile attempt to cling onto, maybe life you think, fall to the floor. you flop down a safe distance away from the body, sighing out.

you hear clapping behind you, a short round of applause that anyone could guess are sarcastic. but not anyone could guess who the audience is. no one would even guess.

“my, my, [name]. you’ve outdone yourself once more~” a flirty voice, one you didn’t expect to hear, calls out. you don’t need to turn around to know what sick bastard was flirting with you, even after he watched you murder a person. a living being. well, now not living.

“mikage.” a name, or rather, last name, you hate having to leave your lips. you don’t turn around still, but you know he’s doing that — oh so cute — thing where he tilts his head slightly and pouts those pretty pink lips.

“how many times have i said, just call me reo? what, you’re tryna practice my last name before you take it?” he teases, walking closer. you can hear it, he wasn’t discreet about it either. he stops right behind you, looking down and smiling. a drop dead gorgeous smile, one that was sure to charm anyone who sees it.

you throw your head back, propped up on your arms as you lean back a bit, looking up at the — undeniably gorgeous — purple haired man.

“hmmm~?” he hums, teasing smirk on his lips. you roll your eyes.

“no. i’ve said it before, i’ll say it again. i don’t want to associate with you.” your eyebrows furrow at his sickeningly sweet smile. his smile doesn’t falter as he talks, its almost scary.

“might you remind me why?” his lips morph into a borderline fear-inducing grin, or maybe its his eyes. they do say, “its in the eyes.” yeah. maybe it is the eyes.

those ethereal lavender eyes, ones that glare holes into the backs of people who talk to you, people who touch you, your victims that speak back — basically everyone who isn’t him.

“because we are nothing. you give me orders to kill, i do. you’re not even a-” you get cut off by his smile suddenly fading, and his eyebrows furrowing so harshly they change the shape of his eyes.

“[name]. get up.” his tone changes, from flirty and sweet to as ordering as he is when giving you missions.

you look at him, a confused and weirded out look. he repeats his order, his voice laced with urgency and concern. you refuse again, so he — as gently as he can, but unfortunately, the haste made it rough — grabs your arm, dragging you to stand up and points to a large pillar.

“hide behind it, when they come in, run.” he whisper-shouts, gently rubbing the spot he grabbed your arm.

“mikage- what’s going on?!” without realising it, you also whisper-shout. he shakes his head, as if to say he won’t tell you.

“mikage!” you raise your voice, causing him to give you a dirty glare. a look he’s never looked at you with, let alone a glare.

scoffing in defeat, you drag yourself with a half-assed sense of urgency, to hide behind the pillar reo instructed. you peak over the edge, confused. it doesn’t make sense, not at all. but on the other hand, he’s a man of his word. he wouldn’t lie, roughly handle you and glare at you for no reason.

just as you’re about to question, he cuts you off.

“say, [name]. what were you going to say? what am i “not even”?” he asks, in a semi-bitter tone. but his eyes give him away. they look at you with a hint of guilt, of sadness and somehow love.

ew! reo mikage, the reo mikage! in love? with you? how scandalous!

if him being the head of an agency that hires people such as yourself to kill, yeah, that’s right. if that isn’t scandalous enough already.

“i was… i was gonna say, you’re not even an accomplice…” you mutter, and he somehow hears you from the distance he stands. he smiles, almost a little sadly. before shrugging.

“i don’t know, maybe i like another word better.” you watch as his smile almost screams cockiness.

but that’s when you notice. whenever he usually comes in after you finish, he stands beside you. never in direct view of the door, or any windows. so are you looking too far into this when you realise he’s walking backwards, slowly but surely, towards the door?

“mikage…” you mumble under your breath, hands sweaty from clinging onto the corner of the pillar.

“[name].” his eyes are serene, loving, even.

“mikage!” you yell out. he shrugs, eyes almost animated as his lashes touch his upper eyelids. oh.

“mikage don’t you dare do it-” you yell out again, pushing yourself off the pillar and running towards him. he simply winks, blowing you a kiss.

“have fun, and remember two things. one, call me reo.” he giggles, it’s terrifying.

“what do you mean?! are you serious?!” you freeze in place, as he shoos you away in a playful manner. but his now open eyes betray his feigned innocence.

“and two. i’m your alibi~” he blows you another kiss, before you hear loud sirens. red and blue lights seep through the small crack in the entrance doors, one of two exits in this abandoned warehouse.

“go, now. don’t want my love to go to waste. well, i guess we could both rot in jail together. ah! how romantic~” he does that — stupidly charming, even in this situation — thing again, he tilts his head and pokes the tip of his index finger into his plush cheek.

“reo!!” you yell out, watching him point to the exit once more. he mouths the words “go now”, and you do as he says. just in time, as well. the sirens blare even louder when you’re outside, they’ll turn off when he’s inside.

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neoegoistleague · 2 months ago

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victoria's secret.

yandere! isagi yoichi x fem! reader

cw: possessive behavior, body worship but it's sfw, suggestive behavior, and lingerie mentioned (victoria's secret ofc)

if you are uncomfortable with the topics presented, i advise you to keep scrolling <3

"God, you're heaven on earth, love."

His voice reverberates through the walls of the master bedroom as he has you sit on his lap, your expression a mix of bashfulness and fear. He caresses your thighs, his body urging you to let him stay, wanting his face buried in them, to make you feel every strand of his hair on you. He then caresses your waist and stomach and gently places a kiss on your ab area, and he wraps his arms around you, leaving you no room to move.

His fingers trail up to your neck, caressing it, and he hungrily looks down at the lingerie you're wearing, trying to resist his urges for the sake of not hurting you.

He couldn't bear it. You were scantily clad in the new Victoria's Secret lingerie he had bought you. It was a sky blue bra with extra embellishments like white pearls connecting to the lacy white designs selectively placed on your bra, making him more animalistic.

His gaze lands on the panties that came with the bra. It had the colors of the bra, instead the main color of it was pearly, satin white and the bows and gems on the panties were sky blue.

He then sits you down on the bed and rests his head between your thighs, his fingers caressing them, enjoying how soft and plush they are. He didn't care if you had thick or slim thighs; he loved being in between them, that was a known fact.

"Love, you know... When I got this today in Victoria's Secret, the people there were wondering why I got this one since it was 500 dollars," he says calmly, chuckling at your wide-eyed expression when he admitted to the expensive price of the lingerie. 500 dollars? Did you hear right?

"Yoichi, I thought I told you not to spend so much-"

"Tsk tsk tsk, love. Don't talk. Just listen. Stay still and pretty for me. Let me worship you a little longer, princess. This body is what every woman is jealous of and what every man wishes they had."

His hands stroke your stomach, and he peppers kisses on your legs, treating you like a glass doll that could be broken with one mishap. He stares right into your eyes with his dark blue ones, and he smirks.

"You're such a beautiful woman, [Y/N]. I honestly wonder how someone who looks as ethereal as you ended up as my girlfriend," he says mockingly, but you can hear the genuine tone of love in his voice, and you sigh, smiling slightly. Sure, he manipulated you into loving him, but the way he worshipped you was something not a million men could compensate for.

"You're my gorgeous Victoria's Secret Angel. You should be on the runway with how sexy you look in this to me. Eh... That sounds like a bad idea. I want to be the only one who sees you this way. You heard me, pretty? Only me."

dividers: @anitalenia

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neoegoistleague · 3 months ago

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Too Many Beds - [Yandere!Reo x F!Reader]

Tw: Yandere, female reader, long hair, unestablished relationship, brief mentions of injury, suggestive (NO smut), swearing, cringe, etc.

[Bllk Oneshot Masterlist] [Bllk Headcannon Masterlist]

inspired by the reverse tropes

You sat on Reo’s bed, having been invited by the boy for a simple hangout to catch up since you missed class that day due to your leg injury.

“No wayyy seriously!?”

You looked at Reo with wide eyes and an excited smile as he told you about the fight that occurred early at school that morning

“Yea. There was blood everywheree, I think the girl got her nose broken… and she just got her nose job too!”

Reo laughed along with you, never losing focus on the happy glint in your eyes

It’s a shame you weren’t there to see it. Reo worked so hard to get the two to fight. So many hours he spent on call with the both of them, pressing lies and threats to get them both to snap at each other. He wished you could’ve seen it happen in front of your very eyes, his great masterpiece for the day. Would you be proud of him? Praise him? He wishes he could’ve found out. Oh well, there’s always next time.

“HA! Serves her right! She pushed me down the stairs yesterday!"

Reo nodded. He couldn’t agree more. The f[/]cking b[/]tch shouldn’t have even laid eyes on you. No one deserves that pleasure but him. And especially not someone like her. People who don’t acknowledge your grace don’t deserve to walk this earth.

But he also hated himself for not being there for you. He should’ve caught you in his arms, he should’ve never let you get injured. He'll kill the girl for doing something like that to you

Your phone rang; your mother was calling.

“Hm? Oh yea I’m doing good, having fun!”

Reo smiled. He was glad you were enjoying everything he so carefully set up. As you checked in with your mother, he also went through his own notifications, texting a few people.

“Ah, Reo, I think I should get going… It’s already 9pm after all”

WHAT. No- right now? Why? WHY? WHAT WAS HE DOING WRONG?

“Are you sure? It’s raining really badly outside…”

Reo glanced out the window. Rain droplets were flying at and crazy fast speed, loud ping-panging was heard both the roof (since you two were on the top floor) and the windows

“Was it always raining?”

Thank lord the assistants got the text in time.

You tilted your head, covering your phone with your hand

“I uh- think so, we must’ve been to caught up in conversation lol…Actually- Why don’t you just stay the night? Tomorrows a weekend after all! Plus it wouldn’t be wise for you to go home this late. I just want you to be safe.”

You hesitated, before turning back to your phone, asking your mother if it’d be okay to stay over

“Honey, are you sure? Do you really trust this guy? Where are you going to sleep, do you have extra clothing, tooth brushes, towels, are you sure about this?”

Reo nodded frantically at you with a plastered smile

“We have multiple beds on this floor, a guest bathroom that comes with everything you’ll need, and extra clean clothes. I promise you’ll be safe with me.”

Reo spoke loudly, to make sure your mother picked up on what he said.

You relayed it to your mom, asking her again for permission. After a half minute, your face lit up and quickly threw out multiple thank-yous. You shot Reo a quick "👌" and he smiled as he put his hands together

“Great! I’ll get everything setup then”

He tried to keep his voice as stable as possible, but he felt like he was going to die from happiness.

Reo’s heart was beating out of his chest, he could feel his entire body pulse with excitement. You were staying the night, with him. Reo couldn’t stop smiling, he felt like rolling on the floor giggling with excitement, he was ready to die after this night for all he cared.

But he had to keep himself composed in front of you. He could freak out after you left.

“Do you need to shower? I can show you the way”

You nodded as you stood up, leaving your phone on his desk

“The guest bathroom is a bit far… My bathroom’s closer! Would you prefer that?” “Sure, I really don’t mind”

The guest bathroom was really only a room or two down from his.

Reo showed you the way, and grabbed a few of his T-shirts and shorts and handed them to you.

“Pick whatevers most comfortable with you! I hope you don’t mind wearing something that’s mine…” “It’s fine really. No need to be so uptight”

You smiled and waved it off

Reo nearly exploded. He burst into a smile as he tried to squash it down. You didn’t mind wearing something he wore. You didn’t mind. What if he gave you his hoodie? Would you wear that? Oh, he’d give you his skin if you so wanted.

As you showered, Reo headed back to his room. He sat down at the desk where your phone was. And with shaking hands, he picked up your phone and flipped it around in his hands.

You touch your phone everyday. We wished you’d touch him even once. Your fingertips tracing his jawline the same way they’d trace the edge of your phone. Poke his checks the same way you’d pressed the buttons. Decorate and dress him the same way you’d change your phone case and phone charm. Oh how he wished he could be around you as often as your phone was.

Hell, even throw him across the room the same way you do to it. Throw him on the bed like you do to your phone after a long day. Then check that it wasn’t cracked afterwards from the impact. Turn to him anytime you have a question like you would to your phone. Was it possible to be jealous of an inanimate object?

"Are you snooping through my phone?”

You playfully glared at Reo with an irritated smile

“No no no- See? I haven’t even bothered trying to unlock it!”

He showed you your phone, still on the black screen having not been turned on

“I just wanted to see your lock screen- I swear-”

Reo laughed, a tone of panic and desperation in his voice. Please believe him. He doesn’t know what he’d do if you didn’t trust him…

You looked at him skeptically, but let him off with a shrug.

“Do you have a hair dryer or anything?” “Oh yea! Let me help you”

Fuck, you looked amazing. the way you looked in his clothing, your hair dripping wet, leaving stains on his shirt. God he loved you

Reo reached under the bed and pulled it out, unwrapping the cord and plugging it in. He smiled and signaled for you to sit on the bed in front of you

He hummed contently, running his fingers through your hair as he held the hairdryer.

"Your hair is beautiful. Would you ever consider doing a shampoo ad or something? You’d look amazing on the cover of a magazine”

Ah, this caught you off guard- but you thanked him as you smiled to yourself at the complement

“Think this is the best I can do… Is it okay?”

He turned the hair dryer off, and ruffled your hair lightly

You nodding, running your hands through your hair. Most of it was dry, but the tips were still a bit wet, though that wasn’t a problem.

“You said you have extra rooms?” “Oh… Yea, I guess so…”

Why don’t you stay in my room? What’s wrong with staying with me? I cleaned everything just for you, everything's hidden- THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH MY ROOM. STAY HERE. PLEASE.

“but they’re all supper small- I don’t think you’ll like them” “That’s alright, anything will work for the night” “Well- my bed’s bigger than all the other ones…" “Didn’t you say there were multiple guest rooms…?” “...But- I really don’t mind you staying in my bed…”

Shit. What was he going to say to get you to stay? He should’ve never said there were other rooms. What if he told you the other rooms had rat infestations- no, you’d be disgusted by him….

Bam!

The loudest strike of thunder sounded. It was so loud it was almost unnatural…

“You know what- nevermind. I think I’ll stay with you tonight…”

You laughed awkwardly, body shaking a bit from the sudden bang. You hated thunder.

Reo smiled he’d be sure to give the assistants a raise after tonight

He set everything up. Gave you a cute plushie and brought over extra blankets in case you got cold, a cup of water, and charged your phone. Whatever you wanted, really.

“You gonna come to bed yet? It’s almost 11….”

You yawned, rubbing your eyes half asleep

Reo wished he could see this sight every night. He swore in that moment on his heart that he’d marry you

“Yup, just turning off the lights.”

He flicked a few switches and the room blacked out. A few moments after Reo joined you under the blankets

“Goodnight, Reo.” “Goodnigh, my love” “Mh?” “I said Goodnight, [Y/N].”

BONUS He may or may not have set a quiet alarm (to no wake you) so he could stare at your face for a few hours... and to preorder breakfast!

A/N: Played around with the formatting here... AND I STILL SUCK AT WRITING SO FORGIVE ME [SOBSOBSOB] anyway i love reo 💜

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sae itoshi x fem! reader: we love confident girls

a/n: this won't be part of a masterlist. (for now....)

cw: cursing, kissing, possessiveness on sae's end

though this song is slightly inspired by 'queencard' by g-idle, it is recommended to be listened to with the song 'no. 1 party anthem' by arctic monkeys

it was fancam friday. a common saying among sae's idol group consisting of oliver aiku, sendou shuto, and shidou ryusei.

their group, SOSS, was known for unique visuals. aiku was a mix of swedish and japanese. shidou's blonde and pink hair paired with his tanned skin was a sight for many fans. sendou known for his gorgeous red hair, which was often styled with gel to give it more volume, making it look soft. sae was known for his emerald green eyes and gorgeous underlashes.

every feature they had that fans were feral over made them gain streams and even more fans than before. it went to a point where they were surrounded by paparazzi everywhere they went. while aiku, sendou, and shidou flocked to the women, playing them, sae had an eye on a particular girl; you.

the other girls who had flocked to him were always insecure of some sort; always complimenting, always bowing down... he hated that. he hated being revered as a god. he wasn't like that, he was more pragmatic than people assumed. so, when you were wearing a cute pink and white dress with some white platform heels and some cute jewelry, he was hooked. you looked good, and you knew it. you fucking knew it.

he stares at you, and the camera in the fancam friday set starts recording you. you were crouching down as well, feeding a stray cat, petting it as you fed it some water gently. that just made sae even more hooked. your earphones were letting some music bleed, and he could hear the song. it was 'queencard' by g-idle. no wonder you were so confident. the song made the listener be reassured about their looks, and seeing you listen to it only fueled sae's attraction and interest towards you.

he walks up to you, and he smiles softly, a rarity from him. the fancam camera makes sure to capture every moment. you stuck out from the crowd of women, his partners in SSOS, like a light shining unimaginably brightly in a long tunnel.

"your music's bleeding from your earbuds." he says softly, his gaze on your form. you looked so pretty to him, he just wanted you all to himself. he hated the gazes from aiku and shidou. he wanted to just punch his fellow partners into retrograde.

"really? i'm sorry!"

"oh, it's fine. can we chat a bit?"

"of course...? crouch down, i'm a bit busy feeding this little kitten."

"yes ma'am," he says, and that's the minute you finally recognize him. you smile, and you lean closer to him, letting him look down at you more and the kitten. he was your bias, of course; his features weren't appreciated as much as aiku's heterochromatic eyes and ethnicity or sendo's hair. his eyes were what captivated you. and you acted just like his type; cool, confident, and weird in your own way.

"are you gonna name the kitten?" he asks softly.

"yeah. what should i name her?"

"you're making me choose?"

"of course, you're my bias. and the kitten seems to like the both of us." you say softly, and he chuckles. he takes one of your earbuds unexpectedly before listening to the song 'queencard' with you, which was playing on repeat. he pets the kitten's fur, and he looks at you. you were too engrossed in trying to get the attention of the kitten, but the kitten seemed too engrossed in considering you both as its new parents.

"i'd name her miko."

"miko, huh? that's cute." you carry the cat, and it purrs when you hug it like a baby. he smiles, and he looks away. you stand up, checking the time, and you give a respective, small bow to him before leaving.

you were so pretty to him. you were pretty to yourself. you knew it, he knew it. he wanted you forever.

it wouldn't be long before you're in his living room, kissing him passionately with some calm music in the background. it wouldn't be long before you're passionately caressing his neck with gentleness and care, his body and yours swaying to 'queencard' by g-idle. it wouldn't be long before you were his.

[creds to @anitalenia for the divider!]

tags: @reaper-in-reverie @fishii-writes @beneathsakurashade @waffledforbreakfast @sl-vega @egoistars @meidiary @latay7 @xdeadxxeyes @starrissm @tofumiarchives @the-rini-rush

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neoegoistleague · 3 months ago

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sae itoshi x fem! reader: we love confident girls

a/n: this won't be part of a masterlist. (for now....)

cw: cursing, kissing, possessiveness on sae's end

though this song is slightly inspired by 'queencard' by g-idle, it is recommended to be listened to with the song 'no. 1 party anthem' by arctic monkeys

it was fancam friday. a common saying among sae's idol group consisting of oliver aiku, sendou shuto, and shidou ryusei.

"really? i'm sorry!"

"oh, it's fine. can we chat a bit?"

"of course...? crouch down, i'm a bit busy feeding this little kitten."

"are you gonna name the kitten?" he asks softly.

"yeah. what should i name her?"

"you're making me choose?"

"i'd name her miko."

you were so pretty to him. you were pretty to yourself. you knew it, he knew it. he wanted you forever.

[creds to @anitalenia for the divider!]

tags: @reaper-in-reverie @fishii-writes @beneathsakurashade @waffledforbreakfast @sl-vega @egoistars @meidiary @latay7 @xdeadxxeyes @starrissm @tofumiarchives @the-rini-rush

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