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the flashbacks

I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

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god im so tempted to redecorate my SMAU format because i HATE IT

like actually it doesnt look aestehtic at ALL

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★RULER OF MY HEART★- ch. 3

The night air hit your skin as you stopped on the starting line. Where is he? You thought as you looked to the side. Shidou is here… you might talk to him, but all your interactions have been online so far; so it’d be awkward. Otoya is also here, but he's a bitch. And his manwhore ass is gonna start flirting with you again. Of course kiana isnt here- she hates this place, so you’re practically alone…

as youre looking around, you can see a new flag girl. Typical. Theyre always switching them out these days. She was gorgeous. Long brown hair and big doe eyes. You swear shes familiar. Have you seen her before? Before you turn your gaze away, she looks back at you. And smiles. So shes nice too? Who the hell smiles at someone who was staring at them? As you quickly avert your gaze, she comes up and approaches you.

“I swear you look familiar! Youre gorgeous btw girl!”

you feel yourself blush as the girl compliments you.

You stammer out a quick, “I- uh- thank you. Youre pretty yourself”

“Thank you!!” The girl practically beams at you. Pretty, nice, and friendly. So far.

“whats your name?” She piques. “Im kind of new here, so im trying to get to know everyone”

You make a mental note of that. Shes trying to make friends. “y/n” you reply to her enthusiastic voice

“Im marisa!”

wait. Marisa…? You’ve heard that name before. It couldve been a different Marisa. You remember she confessed to tabito back in the sixth grade. And the fact she was his childhood crush. You stay silent, lost in thought as the girl in front of you looks at you quizzically. Just as shes about to speak up, Tabito is behind you witnessing the scene.

“hm? Y/n?” Karasu unknowingly cuts marisa off. He sees Marisa standing in front of you. “Huh- who are you-“ his eyes widen in realization

“are you… Marisa?”

“hm? How did you know-? Wait a minute… youre y/n and karasu from elementary!” She points you guys out.

“u-uh.” You're frozen. You look at Tabito for help. You hated running into people like this.

“yeah! Oh my god i havent seen you in forever! How have u been?” Effortlessly making conversation, as always

Her and Tabito are chatting eagerly. “Yeah! Since elementary graduation- i think”

Theyre remincising about the old days. as you watch the interaction between them, your stomach cant help but churn a bit. Shes nice, pretty, and funny. Marisa includes you in their talk, which makes it even worse.

“I never thought I’d see you guys again! This is such a blast from the past. You guys both race- right?”

“yeah.” You reply, standoffish. You feel bad about it though. Marisa has only been treat you guys nicely. watch your tone, yn

“Oh my god- this is kinda of embarrassing-“ Marisa laughs the situation off, “i mean- i remember how i confessed to youu at the graduation ceremony-“

Karasu laughs at that. They were just kids back then, so why did you feel like this? Theyre just friends after all. But the way Marisa was batting her eyelashes at Tabito rubbed you the wrong way. God- why couldnt she just be a bitch instead? At least i could hate her. Shes too nice for her own good. Its not like you could do anything anyway, because you and tabito are just friends.

just friends.

A/N: hey guys! Im back w/ a new chapter. Sorry for all the written stuff lately. Ill probably go back to the SMAU format next chapter. Im just more comfortable w the written format. Anyways, i hope u guys r having a good day and enjoyed the chapter!! <3

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this is my comfort fic bro im gonna stop gatekeeping🙏

જ⁀♡⊹｡° i'd choose you and me...religiously

♡ a/n — for my new childhood friends to lovers series :)

♡ word count — 2.3k

♡ content — karasu tabito x fem! reader, fem! reader, childhood friends to lovers, reader is very normal and quiet, goes through 3rd grade to the U-20 vs Blue Lock game, reader doesn't understand soccer, cuddling, kissing, some cussing

♡ synopsis — Karasu Tabito has always been moved by the ordinary things in life. Your love, your laugh, just you, so ordinary because you just...fit in his life so perfectly.

Tabito Karasu had always been moved by ordinary things. The way rain left trails on windows, the sound of soccer cleats tapping against pavement, the smell of freshly cut grass on the field. Ordinary moments stayed with him long after they’d passed, as if they were somehow more precious than the extraordinary ones.

And then, there was you.

He noticed you before he ever talked to you, always quiet and off to the side, a book or sketchpad in your hands while the other kids played and shouted around you. You weren’t like the rest of them—you weren’t loud, flashy, or attention-seeking. To most, you might have seemed unremarkable.

But to Tabito, you were something special.

He just didn’t realize it until the day he saw you crying.

The afternoon sun was bright and unforgiving, casting sharp shadows on the concrete playground. Tabito was sitting on a bench, juggling a soccer ball between his feet, when he noticed the commotion.

A group of kids stood in a semi-circle around you, taunting you about being “too quiet” and “weird.” You didn’t say anything in return, but your teary eyes and the way you hugged your knees gave everything away.

Before he could think twice, Tabito was on his feet, marching over.

“Hey!” he barked, startling the group. He planted himself between you and them, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he glared them down. “Why don’t you piss off and leave her alone?”

The kids hesitated, their bravado faltering under his sharp gaze. Eventually, one muttered something under their breath before they all dispersed.

He turned back to you, his face softening. “You okay?”

You nodded but didn’t meet his eyes. “Thanks...”

He grinned, crouching beside you. “No problem. But you owe me big time. The teacher’s totally gonna yell at me for this one.”

Sure enough, he was called out for his language later, but he didn’t care. By then, the two of you had already cemented an unspoken bond.

From that day on, Tabito Karasu became your first—and only—friend.

By the time junior high rolled around, Tabito had become a name everyone knew. He was a rising soccer star, his talent and charisma drawing people to him like moths to a flame. But no matter how busy his life got, he always made time for you.

You, on the other hand, stayed much the same. You kept to yourself, stayed out of the spotlight, and quietly supported him from the sidelines. Every game he played, you were there, clapping and cheering along with the crowd—even if you didn’t fully understand the rules.

“You seriously don’t get it?” Tabito asked one evening, his breath visible in the crisp autumn air as the two of you walked home.

He had just finished explaining the mechanics of offside for the fifth time.

“I mean... I get that the ball should go in the net,” you said hesitantly. “But everything else is... kind of fuzzy.”

Tabito groaned dramatically, raking a hand through his hair. “It’s not that hard! Okay, think of it like chess—”

“Tabito, I don’t know how to play chess.”

He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at you with exaggerated disbelief. “You’re kidding me. You’ve been watching my games for years, and you don’t even know what’s happening?”

“I know you’re good,” you offered, laughing. “That’s all that matters, right?”

He sighed, shaking his head with a fond smile. “Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.”

By high school, Tabito had become your anchor, and you had become his.

No matter how many people surrounded him or how many girls vied for his attention, he always found his way back to you. He walked you to your classes, saved you a spot at lunch, and invited you over to his house whenever your parents were working late.

One night, after a particularly heavy rainstorm, you ended up staying at his place again. His mom gave you a pillow and blanket for the floor in his room, but when you lay down, the hardwood felt unbearably cold.

“You seriously gonna sleep there?” Tabito asked from his bed, leaning over the edge to look at you.

“Where else would I sleep?”

He rolled his eyes. “Here. Come on.”

“Tabito, your mom said—”

“The floor’s freezing. Just get up here.”

You hesitated, but the warmth in his voice and the ease of his grin convinced you. Moments later, you were lying beside him, your head resting on his chest and his arm wrapped securely around your waist.

“This is too close,” you muttered, though you made no effort to move even though there was plenty of room on his bed.

“Shut up,” he replied, laughing softly.

After a long silence, you spoke again. “Someone asked me what my name was today. We’ve been going to school together since junior high, and they didn’t know my name.”

Tabito’s hand slipped under your shirt, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back. “That’s their loss,” he murmured. “You’re unforgettable.”

You tilted your head to look up at him, your heart beating faster than it should have. “Tabito—”

Before you could ask what he meant, his lips were on yours.

When he pulled back, you opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off, his voice low and steady.

“I don’t care what happened. I’d never forget your name.” He kissed you again. “Your face.” Another kiss. “Your goddamn voice.”

You stared at him, your cheeks burning, and he grinned. “You’re mine, okay? Have been for a while.”

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window as Tabito’s mom opened the door. She froze, her eyes widening at the sight of the two of you curled up together in his bed.

“Tabito Karasu!”

Breakfast was... awkward. Over toast and eggs, you and Tabito sheepishly explained your newly minted relationship, only to be rewarded with an impromptu birds-and-the-bees talk.

Tabito groaned, hiding his face in his hands while you tried—and failed—not to laugh.

The letter came during your senior year.

You sat under a tree in the park, the letter in your lap as Tabito leaned back on his hands, staring up at the sky.

“This is it,” he said softly. “This is how I make it big.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I’m proud of you.”

His grin faltered when he looked at you. “You don’t look proud.”

“I am,” you insisted, forcing a smile. “I just... I’ll miss you.”

“Hey,” he said, reaching over to take your hand. “It’s not forever. Just until I make it. Then I’m coming back for you.”

You knew he would, because when Karasu set his mind on something, he would get to it, no matter what it took.

You just wished that he wouldn't have to leave for an uncertain amount of time, but you wouldn't say that. He was still yours, always would be, no matter how long you were apart.

When Tabito left for Blue Lock, he packed light—just the essentials. But tucked carefully at the bottom of his bag was something that wasn’t on any checklist: a collection of your letters.

Some were filled with words of encouragement, like the time you’d written after his first big loss, telling him that failure didn’t define him and that he’d always be a winner in your eyes. Others were playful, teasing him about his ego while reminding him to eat properly and not slack off during training. And then there were the ones you wrote late at night, when the ache of missing him felt too heavy to ignore. Those letters carried lipstick marks on the edges, small imprints of your love pressed onto the paper as if they could somehow close the distance between you.

He read those letters often. Whenever the loneliness crept in or the pressure of Blue Lock’s brutal competition threatened to overwhelm him, he would pull one out, smoothing the creases and letting your words fill the silence. Your voice, even through ink and paper, was his anchor.

One day, during a rare quiet moment in the dorms, Otoya noticed one of the letters poking out of Tabito’s duffel bag. Curiosity piqued, he reached over and grabbed one, holding it up with a mischievous grin. “What’s this?”

Tabito, who had been lounging on his bed, immediately sat up. His sharp glare shot across the room like a warning. “Put it down, Otoya.”

But Otoya, ever the instigator, was already opening it. “Aw, come on, don’t be so uptight—” His eyes scanned the first few lines before he froze, his smirk widening. “Oh-ho, what’s this? A girlfriend?”

Tabito was on his feet in an instant, snatching the letter back with a scowl. “None of your business.”

Otoya leaned back, hands raised in mock surrender, but his laughter rang out, echoing in the small dorm room. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Karasu. You’ve got that whole ‘too cool for relationships’ vibe going on, but here you are, all sentimental. Lipstick marks, too? Damn, she’s really got you wrapped around her finger, huh?”

Tabito stuffed the letter into his bag, his jaw tight. He didn’t bother responding to the teasing; it wasn’t worth his energy. Instead, he turned his back to Otoya, muttering under his breath, “Shut up.”

But as Otoya’s laughter died down, Tabito’s fingers brushed the edges of the letter. He could feel the faint ridges of your handwriting beneath the paper, the weight of your love in every stroke of the pen.

A small smile tugged at his lips, one he didn’t let Otoya see.

Because Otoya was wrong about one thing: you didn’t have him wrapped around your finger. No, it was deeper than that. You were his lifeline, his reminder of everything waiting for him back home.

The teasing didn’t matter. The competition didn’t matter. What mattered was the thought of you—always cheering him on, always believing in him.

One day, he promised himself. One day, he’d read those letters with you sitting beside him, not miles apart. And when that day came, he’d show you just how much your words, your love, had carried him through.

For now, though, he folded the letter and placed it carefully back in his bag, ready to fight his way to that future.

Watching the Blue Lock team play against the U-20 team almost put you into an early grave, you swear, Blue Lock won, of course. ( You totally weren't praying on some of the U-20 team's downfall during the game...not at all)

The crowd’s roar was deafening, a wave of cheers and chants reverberating through the stadium. You stood on the sidelines, heart pounding as the Blue Lock team celebrated their hard-fought victory on the field.

You had come all this way to watch him, to see for yourself just how much he’d grown. And yet, even after all these years of supporting him, nothing had prepared you for this moment.

Your eyes darted across the players, searching, until—suddenly—you felt arms wrap tightly around your waist. Your feet left the ground as you were spun around, a loud gasp escaping your lips.

“Tabito!” you exclaimed, laughter bubbling out of you.

When he finally set you back down, you turned to see his grinning face, his hair damp with sweat and a few stray blades of grass stuck to his jersey. He looked different—stronger, sharper, more determined—but when his eyes met yours, the warmth in them hadn’t changed one bit.

“You did it!” you said, reaching out to touch his face as if to make sure he was real. “You actually did it.”

“Of course I did,” he replied, his tone cocky, but his grin softened when his hand came up to cup yours. “I told you I would, didn’t I?”

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes as pride swelled in your chest. But before you could say anything else, the words you’d been holding back for years tumbled out:

“Tabito, I finally got it today!”

He blinked, caught off guard. “Got what?”

“Soccer!” you blurted, your voice trembling with excitement. “I mean, okay, maybe not all of it, but at the kickoff, I just... I got it! I understood why you love it so much. I felt it. When the game started, I was so excited I almost screamed! And when you got close to the goal, I was on the edge of my seat. I wanted you to score so badly.”

His eyes widened in surprise before his expression melted into something softer, something that made your heart ache in the best way. “You... really mean that?”

“Yes!” you said, gripping the front of his jersey like you’d never let him go. “I finally understood why you’ve worked so hard, why this means so much to you. It’s amazing, Tabito. You’re amazing.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his mouth slightly open as if he couldn’t find the words. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, he pulled you into another spin, your laughter echoing above the noise of the crowd.

When he set you down again, he didn’t hesitate—his lips found yours, and the world fell away.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. “You’re the one who’s amazing,” he whispered. “And you know what? That was the only goal I needed today—hearing you say that.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing softly as you wiped away a stray tear. “You’re so cheesy.”

“You love it.”

“I do,” you admitted, your voice barely audible over the roar of the stadium.

He glanced around, the chaos of victory still unfolding behind him, but all his focus was on you. “Hey,” he said, his tone suddenly serious. “Will you follow me? No matter where this takes me?”

You didn’t even have to think about it. “Anywhere. Always.”

His grin returned, wider than ever, and he kissed you again, as if sealing a promise. And as the stadium lights bathed you both in a golden glow, you knew you’d never stop cheering for him—on the field or off.

Karasu Tabito has always been moved by the ordinary things in life. Your love, your laugh, just you, so ordinary because you just...fit in his life so perfectly.

i take him to my pent house and i FREAK IT

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Cassius: This picture makes me look terrible.

Sophie: Then you should be happy the artist captured the real you.

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"𝘕𝘖 𝘉𝘖𝘠𝘚!"

—presenting overprotective blue lock dads.

itoshi sae

you and sae were at the park—watching little natsuki playing with bubbles all by herself. giggling and occasionally calling out saying 'ma! papa! look at this giant bubble!'

"she's energetic today," you say as you look at sae who didn't take his protective eyes away from natsuki one bit.

just then—a boy around her age walks up to her, "cool!" he exclaimes as he watches the bubbles going into the sky and popping, "i'm kai," the boy extends his hand which she gladly accepts.

"'m natsuki!"

you smile as you see the two little kids playing with soapy bubbles, "she made a new friend," you say, but the smile on your face faded away as you look at your husband, "we're not doing this, itoshi sae."

"ma! papa! look!" she holds up a bubble with both of her soapy hands which kai pops as the two of them laugh on it, "you try it too, kai-kun!"

kai...kun?

"that's enough natsuki," sae says getting up, "we're going home."

"but papa—!"

from afar, kai's parents call him too, "bye natsu-chan! see you tomorrow!"

natsu...chan? that made a vein pop on sae's forehead as he picks his daughter up, you follow beside.

"papa's mad," she pouts, "did i do something wrong, papa?"

"you're papa's extra sometimes," you chuckle, "he's not mad. are you papa sae?"

he clicks his tongue, "i'm not mad, princess. im only concerned like a good parent should be," he says, "stay away from boys, you hear me? especially the ones who call you natsu-chan. they'll only get attached."

"attached?" little natsuki asks curiously.

"you're papa's the most dramatic man i know," you say in disbelief, "it's alright. you can go play with kai-kun tomorrow hm?"

"over my dead body."

itoshi rin

"what."

papa rin asked too sternly tho it didn't scare little sakura as she happily tells how a boy kissed her cheek and called her a princess at daycare.

"it felt funny so i told him to kissy me again!"

while you watched them from the kitchen, you sigh, knowing what's coming up, "don't start rin," you say, making him run his hand over his face.

"what's his name, sakura?" rin asks and she cheerfully answers.

"hiro-kun!"

his eye twitches as he feels the annoyance growing and his questions don't stop there. he keeps on asking and asking and asking her questions till you finally stop him, coming out of the kitchen, "maybe you should not allow him to kissy you," you say. you can't help but be as protective.

"no need for kissys from others, ma and papa already spoil you a lot with them," rin declares.

"b-but, he made me feel like a princess!"

"sakura," rin sighs, "you're already a princess to me."

"i am?"

"yes. to me and ma. both," rin assures, "so stay away from boys. ok? stay away from boys who try to kissy you. who try to hold your hand, who try to give you chocolates, who try to give you flowers—"

"rin."

he ignores you, "and especially stay away from the ones who call you princess and—"

"itoshi rin."

he halts and she pouts, "but i like hiro-kun...he promised he'll marry me..."

"listen sakura," rin cups her chubby cheek, "you're not allowed to marry."

"...not ever?"

"not ever."

tears swell her eyes as she yells, "then i'm running away with hiro-kun!" she rushes back to her room to start packing her stuff, already preparing her departure.

you had to physically grab rin from proceeding with whatever he had in his mind, running your hand over his chest soothing him. rin lets out the most gut wrenching sigh, "im picking her from daycare tomorrow."

isagi yoichi

papa yoichi never thought that a little habit of yuki bringings smooth stones home was something else. that's when one day where she was simply drawing something and showed her papa her masterpiece.

"papa! look!"

"let me see what my princess has made—" he halted. a drawing—of stones. yuki. and her holding someone's hand.

"princess," he calls, "who's this?"

"thas me!" she says happily.

"and who's this beside you?"

"that's kazu-kun!" she smiled proudly, "he said he finds the prettiest smooth stones for me!"

kazu-kun. pretty smooth stones. for my princess???

"cute isn't it?" you say, walking out of the kitchen as you inspect the drawing.

betrayal. pure betrayal. top 10 anime betrayals—

"y/n-chan," yoichi calls firmly, "you knew about this?"

you sighed. knowing what's coming up, "yo-chan they're 4—"

"exactly! yuki's 4! she's not supposed to have a—" his hands moves dramatically as he explains, "kazu-kun!"

"yo-chan—"

"it's stones first, then it's going to be love letters, then—"

"isagi yoichi."

he sighs, placing his hands on his knees as he gets up, "yuki."

"hai papa?"

"let's go out. i'll teach you how to skip stones on water."

michael kaiser

"promise me anne," papa michael crouches down to her level, "promise me you'll never get a boyfriend."

little anne blinks in confusion, "why, papa?"

"because," he starts sternly, "boys are trouble. they don't know how to treat a princess like you. understood?"

"but i wan' one..." she pouts, "i wan' alex."

the world froze.

"anne," he says her name sternly, "who is alex?"

"i'll show you!" within a second she hops and rushes in to get her class photograph. her papa adjusts the glasses resting on his forehead, pushing them down to eye level as he inspects before looking at you.

you simply shrug, "they have a homework date this saturday."

"nonsense," he takes his glasses off in disbelief—he's seen too much, "boys don't do homework!"

"mihya, calm down—"

"they only run around with their snotty noses!"

"michael kaiser," you interrupt sharply as anne hugs your waist, confused at her papa's reaction. or rather overreaction.

"why is papa mad, ma?".

you caress her hair, "papa isn't mad at you, he's being overprotective," you glare at him, "and he's gonna stop that."

he scoffs, "stop what?"

"stop scaring her with your over dramaticness," you say firmly.

"anne listen to me," he begins. again, "all you need to focus on is homework, ma, papa, and soccer. who needs alex anyways?"

she gasps, "i need alex!" she says happily, making her papa mumble mein gott to which you couldn't help but laugh as you quickly looked away.

"you're laughing?" he glares at you, "this is funny to you?"

"very."

"what's next? you're going to be laughing beside me while i cough blood and cry when my princess is there in her wedding dress and that dumb kid alex is just waiting for the right moment to kiss—"

"papa..." anne looks up at her papa with teary eyes and she runs to him and hugs his waist, "don't cough blood. don't cry."

"princess..." he sighs, picking anne up in his arms, placing so many kissys on her chubby cheeks, "nothing bad will happen to papa."

"i love you papa."

he exhales softly, "that's all i need to hear," he says before attacking her with more kissys making her giggle as he spins her around, "i love you too princess."

"...and the homework date?" you interrupted.

"cancel it," he says, stopping mid-spin, placing her down, "my princess has her papa to study with."

she laughs giddily, "but i still like alex."

your husband looks at you. and you could read his expressions so well because ofcourse you do! "no michael, you're not calling his parents."

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Thinking about yoichi isagi dating an Itoshi, Sae and Rin's little sister who is for sure someone unique. Contrary to popular belief, she's very sweet (to him); she just has a bit of a rough exterior. Her nonchalant attitude and piercing teal eyes, along with her unfiltered words, often come off as rude to most people, but Isagi knew better; he had managed to crack the walls she set up protecting her real personality, and he couldn't be happier with what he found inside. People would often stare amazed at how he could read the slightest change on her blank expression, praising how well he knew her to always know exactly what she needed; from just a warm cup of coffee to fight her tiredness to a soft hug to lift up her spirits. Now they were 24 and 22, celebrating two years of being together.

Or at least what she understood by celebrating, which was essentially staying home and skipping her responsibilities by laying down on bed and relaxing like a lazy cat.

A cat. How could he ever need a cat when he has her? He smiled sweetly at her figure comfortably resting; hair tousled and a shirt of his put on to, as she stated before, 'smell his scent' while he was away practicing or training. She could not care less about football or the fact that he couldn't skip his responsibilities to stay with her today, she would just wait until he came home.

"Honey." he called, earning a soft mumble as a response. "Let's go out."

"Why?"

"'Cause it's our anniversary."

"So?"

"So I want to do something nice for you. 'Cause that's what couples do on anniversaries, y'know? We give each other stuff and go out for dinner or something. Do you wanna do that?"

"No." to anyone else that answer might've seen cold and cruel, but not to him; he knew she was just too comfortable to get out of bed, and that saying 'no' to his invitation was her way of saying 'stay here with me'. But she was too stubborn to ask him directly, that he also knew, and yet he felt like teasing her a little.

"What do you wanna do then?" she opened her eyes, finally, and looked at him silently. Her usual blank stare was piercing through him, like trying to non-verbally communicate what she wanted. And it did, he knew, and she knew that he knew, and she also knew that he wanted her to say it. But just like a stubborn cat, she didn't say anything else. She adjusted herself on the bed, changing positions slightly, and stretched; a yawn that almost resembled a meowl escaping her lips. And then nothing else; the message was clear. She wanted him to join her in bed and cuddle, because she missed him while he was out, but fire would fall from the sky before she said that out loud even though they were in a long-term relationship. Typical Itoshi, he thought. It was like Rin calling him 'lukewarm' all over again.

"Just do whatever then..." she finally said, still refusing to admit what she wanted. "I'll sleep.."

"Wanna cuddle?" he could almost see the imaginary cat ears on she had on his head twitch in alert, and the thought almost made him chuckle. He silently walked towards the bed and layed down next to her, where almost instantly she trapped him on her arms. Head laid on his chest and his arm used as a pillow, she became inmediately relaxed as she took a deep breath of his scent.

"You stink." yet she made no effort in pulling away. He could almost hear her purring like an actual cat.

"I'll go take a bath if that's the case." he said it as a joke, and then laughed when he heard her mumble a complain.

"No." he didn't actually stink. He did just return from training, but he took a shower previously right after he came home.

He then placed his free hand on top of her head and started playing with her hair, and she let out a sigh as he felt his fingers scratching her scalp softly, yet just right.

"Better now?"

"Yeah..." she purred, finally letting down her walls again. "Missed you."

"Missed you too." he placed a soft kiss on her head. "You still don't wanna go out?"

"Hmm... too tired..." she murmured. "It's comfortable here..."

"Alright, then. We'll celebrate lowkey this year; let's just chill... you hungry though? We can still order takeout or whatever."

"Noooo... just stay here." she gave him a bite when he tried to sit up. An old habit she (according to Sae) had ever since she was a kid. To bite people she likes; she would apparently always get in trouble for bitting Rin or him when they were little. Their parents would discover the bite marks on their arms and ground her because she isn't an animal, or her teachers would call home after she bit some of the classmates or teachers she particularly liked. It was weird, Sae stated, like Rin's strange habit of drooling and sticking out his tongue. Seems none of the Itoshis can be normal members of society.

"Ouch." the bite didn't really hurt but it was always funny to pretend it did. He didn't mind it; he thought it was cute. "Okay, I'm staying in bed. Happy?"

"Yes."

"You still want your anniversary gifts at least?"

"I don't need gifts, nor anything else; I just want to stay like this." he smiled before moving his head down to press a kiss on her lips, which she recieved happily, his own lips moving in experienced synchronization with hers. He stayed there, refusing to pull away for a while, because she was right. This was too comfortable to do anything else; it was better to stay like this.

Oh, well, the ring on the gift box he had prepared would have to wait another year, but this moment made it all worth it.

A/N: I love Isagi too much y'all 😭🙏

Btw this was inspired by an oc of mine, that's why it's so specific; I was just thinking about her and wanted to write something.

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Love the art but im having flashbacks to 2020

Miraculous ladybug 🐞 x kiis

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the five times you knowingly & unknowingly encountered spiderman 🕷️🕸️

pairing: spiderman!rin x f!reader

ONE | the first time you met rin itoshi was on your first day at a new school unbeknownst to you that he was the anonymous hero who was currently going viral all over the papers and news. you had opened your pencil case, accidentally flicking your pen off your desk to which rin had impressively caught despite it going at 1000mph before handing it back to you.

“oh, thanks.”, you let out a half laugh while your brows sort of scrunched up, shocked at how he was even able to catch that.

he didn’t say anything in return, but gave you an awkward smile and a small nod.

TWO | the second time you came across him was when shidou was picking a fight with him. now, you was made very aware of shidou by his constant flirting and attempts to ask you out so it didn’t shock you when you saw him causing a fight on the school yard with rin.

“just leave him alone, shidou. this doesn’t make you ‘cool’ at all.”, you say, air quoting the word cool.

he lets go of rin’s collar, walking over to you with his goofy grin he always has when he sees you, “hey, pretty.”

you scoff, “not today.”, walking away from him, causing him to follow you like a lost puppy and lose all attention to rin, who was silently thanking you for stepping in.

THREE | the third time you met him wasn’t as rin, but as spiderman. the city was in chaos due to a villain who called himself the green goblin destroying buildings and landscapes, all to enact ‘revenge’ on spiderman.

you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, all you wanted to do was go shopping with your girls, and now you wasn’t even sure if you’d be making it home.

as you stood on the highest level of the shopping mall, you felt the floor beneath you begin to crumble. panicking, you tried running to any exit as it continued falling at a rapid pace.

you began to brace yourself for the fall, knowing how this would end, your feet no longer on a solid ground. before you even got the chance to scream, you felt a firm grip on your waist, looking up to see the one and only spiderman.

you knew the fangirls he had were crazy, and you always thought it was the most ridiculous thing. but, after you suddenly felt your heart lighten from the previous dread, all because of him, you could understand why.

he quickly put you down somewhere safe, checking you over, “are you okay?”, he asks quickly, knowing he was needed elsewhere.

“yes.. thank you.”, you stumble your words, still slightly shocked.

“be careful, y/n, okay?”

“..okay.”, you nodded, but wait, did he just say your name? no.. it must be the shock, surely.

FOUR | the city was holding a parade for spiderman after managing to save countless people against the villain the country had come to know as green goblin. you decided to attend to show your appreciation. after all, he had saved your life; you was eternally grateful to him. after the parade began to die down and the children being taken home, you were met with an upside down spiderman right in your face after walking towards a more private area in the centre of the city.

you jump slightly at the sight of him, “hi.”, you say breathlessly.

“hi.”, he replies, you felt awkward, not expecting to see him like this.

“sorry. thank you, so much for the other day. i genuinely thought that i’d-“

“i know.”, he cuts you off.

you smile slightly, “i wish there was some way i could make it up to you.”

“…how about..?”, he mutters behind his mask while pointing to his lips, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him.

you thought it was cute, but was also surprised by his sudden request but who was you to turn him down. you smiled softly, gently lifting up his mask past his lips, “like this?”

he nods, feeling the softness of your lips on his. it wasn’t a passionate make out, but it was sweet and innocent. rin thought it was perfect for his first kiss, and especially with the girl he had the biggest crush on.

FIVE | by now you’d had enough. who was spiderman? you felt like everyone had been asking this question for months but it felt way more personal to you. there was something so familiar about the hero you kissed but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“stop!”, you yell running through the rain which eventually lead you down a back alley.

spiderman actually did stop to your surprise, causing you to slowly walk closer towards him as if he was a skittish cat, “who are you?”

“uh.. spiderman.”, he states, his tone a little awkward.

“no, that’s not what i mean and you know it.”, you stepped even closer to him, hesitating before reaching for his mask and to your surprise he didn’t stop you.

you gently lifted his mask, only leaving his lips exposed, leaning in slowly and gently kissing him like you did back at the parade. and of course, he kissed you back.

you began to unravel the rest, pulling it over his head, still kissing him softly. with his eyes screwed shut, opening your own, you moved back to get a good look at his… wait- is that rin fucking itoshi?

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rin would drool when he sleeps and he would fall asleep laying on your chest and you would just have this huge patch of drool on your boob cause your bf is just a sleepy fucking baby ok you can’t even be mad cause he’s just so cute and baby looking when he’s tired and it’s funny when he stirs and then wakes up fully because he’s startled from his cheek being wet from laying in the puddle of his own drool and then he would glare at you as if it’s your fault even tho he’s the one that can’t keep his tongue in his mouth

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"Stuck in the timeloop as a punishment" is cool and all, but stuck in the timeloop voluntarily though? Oh, brother. Stuck in the timeloop cause you just can't move on. Stuck in the timeloop even if you know that it's not real and whatever should've happen already did. Stuck in the timeloop even if doesn't makes you happy. You just can't bear the thought of not being able to see them ever again. Stuck in the timeloop even if you know you should move on. Stuck in the timeloop even if you know they would want you to move on.

But maybe just a little while longer.

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★RULER OF MY HEART★- ch. 2

“Tabito- what-“

“Ya said ya wanted to get out, so im here,” he smirks

“you didnt have to,” You sigh as you look at him. “Plus- i dont have a helmet”

His bike glistened behind him. “i have yours” karasu hands you your helmet. you were confused.

“Wait- how the hell do you have this-?”

“broke in”

“tabito!” “sorry~” he sheepishly says. He obviously didnt feel bad. “i shouldnt have given you a spare…”

youre already regretting this decision. “Just let me know if youre going into my apartment…”

“fine, fine. Just get on.” Tabito hops on the bike while you follow suit. You wrap your arms around his waist. This was nothing new- you've done it many times before. As you get on, you can feel the stares of your peers around you. Not that you care. You've been the subject of rumors for as long as you can remember.

"I really should be studying..."

“Yeah, you can study biology. At my place" Tabito winks at the side mirror and you can feel your face heating up.

Your face cools down as you deadpan, "I major in pharmaceuticals. What the fuck will I do? Test out drugs on you? And do you stalk my Twitter-? scratch that- you clearly do. Creep"

"I'm thoughtful"

"Still a creep. Let's get out of here." People are staring and I don't like it, you think as tabito finally starts the engine of the bike and drives you to your place. The drive is nice- the scenery green as ever in the spring. You feel the wind blowing against your body, but it stops as soon as tabito parks in front of your apartment complex.

You hop off the bike, your hands leaving his waist. “bye tabito” you wave. “…”

“you can come in. Want me to order something?” You sigh.

he immediately hops off and follows you to your apartment. The cozy atmosphere draws you in as the two of you walk in. Tabito sits next to you on the couch as you lean on the pillows. You pull out your phone.

“what do you wanna doordash?” “you decide”

“no you”

“fine- ramen-!” You pull up the first restaurant you see on the app. Its rated 4.7 stars- but at this point you dont give a fuck. Anything is better than studying. You order first and practically shove the phone in Tabitos’s hands and he places his order.

you input your credit card information and without skipping a beat you say, “you owe me”

“huh?!?!”

“Just kidding”

“Good- ‘m your best friend after all~”

“dont make me change my mind…”

About 40 minutes later you get the ramen from the restaurant. The smell wafts in the air and youre practically drooling over the tender meat and flavorful broth (at least thats what you think it is). As youre about to dig in, tabito takes the lame plastic container and transfers the dish to a bowl you have.

“what are you doing? Im hungry” Its evident through your tone.

“Dont get cranky. Let me just…”

you swear an hour passes as Tabito neatly arranges the ramen to look presentable and then takes a picture.

“what the hell are you? An influencer?”

“Ah- ya dont need to nag, y’ know. Im just making it more presentable. I also added furikake and nori.”

He pushed the bowl to you. “Eat up”

“Presentable my ass. Im fucking hungry” You can see tabito’s lit screen next to you. Hes posting the picture to twitter and tagging you.

“Twitter addict”

“shut up, y/n. You post more than me. ‘Im not touching twitter with a ten foot pole!’ My ass”

He has a point. “…”

you can see tabito’s smug smirk as he has the last word. You’ll get him back for this. Right now, ramen. The broth fills your mouth, the flavors hitting your tongue. You were right- the meat was tender. You make a mental note of the place- maybe you’ll go there in person with kiana or something.

“im bored-“

“The remotes over there. I wanna take a shower”

“arent u supposed to be a good host? Entertain me, y/n-!”

“I can hardly do that.”

A thought comes to your head. “Anyways- are you going to be racing today? I think ima go today. I need a break”

He brushes your question off, “just admit youre procrastinating. I saw your discord- you were playing Persona for AT LEAST four hours”

“Yeah but i went to the library-“

“Still-!”

“Yeah, yeah” you say bitterly. “Are you going though? I dont wanna bring kiana- shes gonna give me an earful. And i dont want to hear shidou yap about busting”

Karasu giggles a bit, “if yer going, yeah”

“Mhh… alright” you continue slurping up your ramen

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You step into the old, rusty metal factory. The cool night air turns into a cement like scent. Its a feeling you cant describe, but still enjoy. You park your bike in a corner and wait to race. You can see tabito in the distance, his smile unwavering as hes waving.

you look around and see the other racers. Shidou’s here. Thats annoying. The manwhore eita is too… chigiri isnt too bad- and there are some other guys you dont really know. A redhead and some guy with an ahoge. Not that you care. You turn on your heels and face Karasu

“if i win, ramens on you all of next week-!”

“Like you will- if i win…” he thinks for a moment

Karasu and you, despite being childhood friends, are extremely competitive. Whether it be academics or something silly, you both wouldnt let the other win.

“if i win, i want a kiss. Right on the lips”

“Why? Ew- no”

Worth a shot… “fine. I also want ramen for all of next week.”

“Deal!” You both say in unison.

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“Three, two, one!!!” The flag girl says.

the whir of motorcycle engines could be heard. All the racers were ready and sped up, trying to to out do the person in front of them. You and karasu are neck and neck at the front as usual. Trying to scan the area for shortcuts, Tabito beats you by faking a turn left and turning right. You slam your brakes, which causes you to fall behind. Damn.

You quickly recover and catch up to some people. You do some calculations in your head… If Tabito went that way at approximately this speed, he should be ahead by a bit. I could probably get someone to distract him… but thats boring. Knowing Tabito, hes probably getting cocky and slowing down… You speed faster than you are right now, if thats possible.

which it is! Because youre now neck and neck… not for long. You fall behind Tabito and start tailgating him. Approaching a corner, you both turn. Youre now slightly in front of him- maybe an inch. The wind around you is nice and cold- perfect for a moment like this where you beat him. As you approach the other end, you gain more distance- but then Tabito gains it back. Its a huge struggle, but as you cross the finish line first- you know its worth it.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The two of you are both leaning against the rusty old walls, watching the other racers that are going after you guys. Theyre getting ready, Some of them clearly newbies.

“anyways, i want ramen. Lets go- theres a good 24hr place around here” you strut toward toward your motorcycle. That ramen was a must have.

“big back”

“Shut the hell up. Let a girl eat”

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“mmh!!! This is so good!!!” You say as you slurp down the firm noodles. From the moment you went in, you were immediately comforted by the aura of the place. Its been a while since you were last here, but nothing changed. The dim lighting and cozy seating welcomed you just as it had months ago

“Whats up with you and ramen? We literally had it a few hours ago…” karasu grumbles. He ordered an assorted barbecue plate filled with with kalbi ribs and katsu. As soon as he says that, you lean over from across the table to where hes sitting and grab a piece of meat. As you plop it into your mouth, you taste the love and care that went into making the dish. Its so good, you take another piece.

Tabito sounds a bit bitter, “thats my fuckin food-“

“Might i remind u who won?”

“and? You coulda asked…”

“Thats fair. Sorry about that. Anyways, can i have another piec-“ before you respond, tabito takes noodles from your bowl. "-hey!"

Tabito says matter of factly, "You stole first"

"You lost the race-"

"Yeah, yeah. Shut yer mouth up"

You both laugh, the warm lighting from above the two of you illuminating your faces. As you're laughing, you can't help but get struck with a thought. 1) tabito looks... kind of good like this. When did that happen? Oh well, I guess it's the aging. And 2) is this a date? You don't know why these thoughts even came into your head. You guys have hung out together for years, so why now are these thoughts intruding your mind. After all, tabito is your childhood friend... right?

FUN FACTS!

•y/n MIGHT like ramen

•y/n doesnt think karasu is serious when hed flirting with her (he is)

•karasu is trying to get y/n to see him as an adult- not some kid.

•the redhead during the race was sae

A/n: cant believe i made it to the second chapter and finished it! Btw, this was NOT beta read… im rlly happy :) also, this definitely was not my best work. My writing is pretty rusty, but i guess this fic can be practice. Lmk if u guys like the writing segments or twitter posts!

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TAGLIST: @fishii28 @mixolya @narcjsistx @sky-casino @aztec-ahuizotil @morgyyyyyyy

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DONE WITH THE SECOND CHAPTER HORRAYYYYYY!!!

This chapter is mostly written btw! There's like one Twitter post.

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sae hair tutorial since his hair is so fucked up

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ITS ALL OVER THE SCREEN. /j

he hates milk... is that even milk???

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𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 | kaiser x reader

— part fifteen, last chapter

words: 3.1k (3108)

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?. fluff shit 'cause yeah!!

extra: this is the last chapter of the story, read to the end for a little thank you!!

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!. you can find the other parts of the story by searching in the section dedicated to bllk

For the various photoshoots you had done during your career, you had already had the pleasure of wearing wedding dresses. You loved white, and more than one person had told you that it looked good on you, and the wide and vaporous skirts of the dresses had your heart. You were not unknown to wedding dresses, but now you were with yours. You had chosen it more than a few months ago, but now that you were wearing it and with an aisle waiting for you, you felt strange in the dress that had captured your heart in that atelier in Hamburg. A few tears threaten to come out, but this time there would be no one to improve your makeup, since the staff had already left a few hours ago, leaving you alone in your dressing room. It was almost time for the start

One year ago. Exactly one year ago, Kaiser had asked you to marry him, after one of his greatest victories: Germany had won the World Cup against Japan, winning 1 - 0 thanks to the goal of the only emperor on the field. And so, while you were on the field hugging him, crying and congratulating him, Michael had decided to get down on one knee and ask you the important question in front of millions of people, and you had accepted, of course. You knew you were accepting even though you had made the relationship public just a year before, but there was Kaiser asking you, the boy who had never let you drown. You didn't even have to worry in the slightest, he was your best friend and bf after all

And today was today. In less than five minutes you would be out of the room and back in as Y/n Kaiser officially. Finally, the boy who had your heart entirely would be yours even before the law, and you would have been proudly his. You're not afraid, you're happy, but the slight anxiety you have is something you just can't get rid of. You're about to get married, it's something you only saw yourself in with Gabriel, and yet you're about to take the big step with someone who isn't him and who really wants you. It's strange, but beautiful

You take a deep breath, looking at yourself in the mirror one last time: you find yourself prettier than usual, you hope your future husband thinks the same when he sees you. "Everything's going to be okay. I deserve it" you say to your reflection, and you nod almost automatically. You really deserve it, after having experienced so many bad things all at once. It's been an experience for two years now, but every now and then at night you still dream of Gabriel trying to throw you into an endless ravine. It's bad to wake up nervous, but Kaiser is always by your side to help you, so it passes quickly; and when it happens to him, when he dreams about his past and his father, you're the one who calms him down. You balance each other out, it's like an habit

It's time. You leave the room, where you find your father who has already shed several tears. You are ready. You take his arm and together you leave the building where, later, the rest of the ceremony will take place. It's an old villa with a huge garden around it, where the aisle was set up for the occasion. You decided on the location, since Kaiser had proposed to get married inside a stadium... but it wasn't, let's say, the right place

Luckily it's sunny, otherwise you wouldn't have known where to put all the guests: between your family, his teammates and some members of an old project he participated in, you are about 500 guests. You have a friend from Italy as your maid of honor, while Kaiser's best man is obviously Ness. No one from his family is there, but that's not surprising: his family has always been you and his team, so that's okay. You both wanted all these people, plus it's the wedding of the model of the moment and the captain of the winning team of the World Cup, which means you're quite in the spotlight. Not that you're not used to it

You hear the music of violins nearby, as the garden gets closer and closer. Your father squeezes your arm one last time, as you give the staff approval to open the door that separates you from the wedding aisle. The muffled noise grows louder, while the chatter of the guests quiets down when they notice your presence. You look at the guests with a slightly embarrassed gaze, then you look to the end of the aisle

Dressed in a white suit with a dark blue tie, Kaiser shines: his eyes, with their usual red eyeliner, are fixed on you in a way you've never seen before, and you can't help but be moved by this gesture. You smile awkwardly at him as you approach, and he holds out his hand as you notice how his eyes are getting glossy. Once you reach the beginning of the altar, you let go of your father's arm, who, after having murmured something to your future husband, lets you grab his hand to climb to go up. He squeezes your hand affectionately as he lets you stand in front of him, his finger caressing your cheek “You look gorgeous” he whispers, and you notice a small tear leave his eye. You smile tenderly at him, wiping it away quickly "Thank you, Mihya" you say, and he chuckles slightly

The ceremony begins, and you can't help but laugh at every little thing, whether it's when he loses concentration or when the guests shout something joking. It's just that you're so happy that you can't help but smile, at the situation and at the boy who is about to become your husband and who shares your same happiness. Everything is going so well that you don't realize it's time for the vows, starting with yours. You clear your throat, taking with shaking hands the note you wrote last night, when you were alone in your room, and you were dying from the anxiety

"Micheal Kaiser, Mihya for me, the one who has been accompanying me for so long in the strangest and at the same time serious things that life reserves for me. To my best friend, to the boy who loved me for so long without me knowing, to the boy who made me understand what it really means to be loved. To you I want to say thank you, because I don't know how else to explain my gratitude. Thank you for being there, existing, being yourself" you say shakily, letting the most important words come when you speak tonight. The audience gives a small round of applause as Kaiser takes your hand and kisses it, Ness muttering something to him about how he shouldn't do that. You giggle at the gesture, tears now slowly rolling down your pink cheeks too. When the situation calms down, Kaiser takes a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket, clearing his throat "If I had to describe how my life has improved since you've been a part of it, I couldn't explain it. You've improved everything around me, but also myself, not being afraid to get your hands dirty with a complicated piece like me. I'm not the best boyfriend, maybe I won't even be the best husband, but let me hope that my superiority complex helps me, because I really care about being that for you, for us" he says, eliciting a few laughs from the audience and also from you for the last sentence. You know perfectly well how much he cares about you, about your relationship, so you can't help but burst into even louder tears at his words, while you notice how he also lets out a few tears

As you both wipe away each other's tears, the man tell you it's time for the kiss. You breathe a sigh of relief when you hear the man's words officially confirming that you are husband and wife, and as the audience erupts in thunderous applause, you feel Kaiser's hands rest on your hips. You look up, meeting with the one who is now officially your husband "Mrs. Kaiser, may I?" he whispers with a smirk, as you place your hands on his cheeks; you chuckle slightly, nodding "You may" you whisper, but you don't have time to finish the sentence before his lips land on yours in a hungry kiss. The crowd increases the level of the roar, while you meanwhile feel in heaven with his arms holding you tightly. The kiss you share is bitter, but sweet at the same time: bitter, for everything you've had to go through; sweet, for everything you've experienced since that day in the hotel and for what awaits you from this moment, which you're so fucking ready for. Now, with his lips on yours, you realize how much you've really moved forward, how much you didn't give up even when there was little hope. The goal was to be happy, and you are. You're so much. When you pull away, the noise from the crowd confuses you a bit. You smile as you turn to people, waving to your family and friends while your husband’s arms make no move to let you go “Shall we start with these things right away?” you ask playfully, and he rolls his eyes in amusement, increasing his grip on your waist “You say this like you're not used to this or much worse things”

Sitting next to your husband, his arm around your shoulders as you cuddle up to him, the sound of the violins stops when you see your brother near the table you've set aside for speeches. The party has been going on for several hours now, and the blue of the sky has been replaced by the orange of the sunset, which is slowly giving way to the night. The chatter of the guests stops, as a microphone is passed to the man. Your brother has never been one for talking so much

"Good evening... does this thing work? I hope so. I was saying... good evening. I think everyone here knows me or at least has an idea of who I am, otherwise let's say I'm simply the older brother of the beautiful woman who today took another man's last name, abandoning the one she carried with extreme pride for 28 years. My sister has always been the little one of the house, the little sister that everyone wants and that I hated a little, because she was always better than me at school. But I've loved you since you were born Y/n, you know that well, don't make me say sentimental things too much. I was lucky enough to always be accompanied by my family and therefore by my sister when I started coaching Bastard Munchen, more than 10 years ago. I never expected that thanks to me she would have met the man who today has become her husband, and who at the time was my favorite player. I mean, it was kind of noticeable how he looked at her... but let's keep that private, right Kaiser?. She too, however, always looked at you with an air that she didn't give to others, even though she was loved by all the boys on the team. It was now noticeable how, even while continuing to maintain a facade of almost hatred, you both had grown fond of each other. I wasn't particularly happy to see my sister with someone like that... but I understood when they changed my team how much you really cared about her, Kaiser. There my uncertainties fell, that day you came to say goodbye to her at the airport before leaving. There I understood how much you actually loved her, even though I was still just her best friend. And I was happy, happy to know that there was someone who would have her back when I, at a certain point, could no longer. You've maintained the facade of best friends for far too long, in my opinion... but now you're here, you're husband and wife, something has obviously worked. I don't know what else to say, I think you both know how much I love you and how happy I am that you're together. I'm just happy to know that someone loves my sister the way she truly deserves. Good luck"

The crowd erupts in applause, and you run into your brother's arms, holding him tightly to you. You notice how he and Kaiser exchange a look, as if Michael is confirming to him that he will always be there for you; but your brother already knows this after all. Since you are both standing now, you decide to give the speech that has been on your mind for a long time now, and that can finally come out. You take the microphone, clearing your throat while you taking a light breath

"Before I begin, I would like to thank everyone for being here, for participating in such an important day for both me and Micheal... thank you for loving us. I would start by saying how much I love my now husband, but I think I would bore everyone and also sound a bit repetitive, since everyone knows that. So I say... thank you, Mihya. Now, looking at where we are, I can't believe I've reached such an important milestone with someone like that, who I met by pure chance and who I didn't even like very much at first. But changing my mind about you was probably the best choice I could have made, because you gave me the chance to be close to you and to be able to count on you in moments when even I hated myself. But you taught me that love doesn't try to drown you, destroy you, make you someone else. You taught me that love supports you, makes you happy, is cultivated over time as you did for so many years without me knowing it. You taught me that if one sad the other must be there, and not be the reason why one is sad. I was used to this, you know it perfectly, and yet you showed me a completely different shade that, today, always makes me so so so happy. I guess I still have to apologize for reading your letters that time... but hey, I think if I hadn't, we wouldn't be here, and maybe we wouldn't even have the relationship we have now. I made a mistake, but it was the mistake that brought me the most happiness of all, so I ask you to forgive me without feeling too bad. I love being able to be next to you, touch you, just feel the presence of your hands or lips on my body when you're stressed, happy or whatever just feels right. Let me be what you have been to me, an anchor, because my goal is to make you as happy as you have made me in these years. Let me love you as you deserve, Mihya"

When you look up, along with other applause, Kaiser's seems to sound louder than all the others. You know your husband, you know how much these words affect him even if he doesn't show it very much. But you know how much he really needs confirmation, which you absolutely want to give him from now on. The microphone moves from your hands to his, while one is positioned at your waist to hold you closer

"If you had told me that I would marry my coach's sister, I would have laughed in their face. Or at least that's what I thought for the first two minutes after seeing her for the first time. After that time my view has definitely changed, and the results are these. I think I fell in love with my wife now pretty much right away, but I kept it a secret for so long that maybe, at a certain point, I started to doubt whether I really loved her or whether it was just an obsession that had grown with me. But then I looked for her in places, in girls, in everything. So I realized that I was really too much in love with my best friend... but tell her? absolutely not. What would I have done if I had ruined everything with the woman who in my dreams had already been my wife for a long time? I would be dead, metaphorically and not. I don't think there's anyone who loves her as much as I do, as much as I want to be sure that she's mine. Y/n has always supported me in every possible situation, in soccer and in personal life, where her words have often saved me from choking. Her support, and after her love, became my reason to explain the impossible. No one knows me as well as my wife knows me, as well as she knows my flaws and my virtues. She has been everything, she is everything and she will always be everything. I'd rather lose another World Cup than see you sad for a single second because of me, because I've already seen you suffer enough for bastards who didn't even deserve a shred of your attention. I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty with you, because I know how much your love is worth. Until I die, she will have what she can safely call the greatest of her loves. But don't die before me, Y/n, because I might go crazy"

After hearing his words you can't help but cry. He laughs as he puts down the microphone, running a hand down your back as you smile through your tears, which are obviously tears of joy. You've suffered so much, too much, to levels that you don't even think are legal for one life to live. But it was worth it, if now you can finally say that you are loved and respected by the man you love most in the world and who you know for a fact has made your life better. It was all so unexpected, but also so fucking beautiful

And you can't help but smile, now that you've made it. But you won't smile alone anymore, now, but with your lovely husband, Micheal Kaiser

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this was officially the last chapter, and wow, I didn't think I'd make it or at least make the first chapter a real story 😭 I have to thank everyone for all the love the story received, I hope I satisfied the ideas you had! love y'all 🫶

[x3nawr1tes]

“let me work on chapter two-!”

This game is the reason i dont write.