zaephix

[zaephix]

right here.

☆ sae x reader! (gender not mentioned)

★ comfort | college au | a bit lengthy?

sypnosis -> reader is losing it after an assessment, feeling like they can't be saved, someone steps in to remind them just what the fuck they've been living like.

notes: this might be really edgy.. but like im 14.. can i get a pass for it

i listened to 'liquid smooth', 'my september' memes, 'loveit' while writing certain parts

you can feel it.

it's here.

that unsettling feeling, the hot bubbles popping underneath your skin. your throat closing in. the hotness in your cheeks, under your skin your blood ran like molten lava.

rushing to somewhere to erupt all of your frustrations.

to erupt from your heart.

this past week has been nothing less than numbing, now you can't even function properly, simple things have been grabbing and scratching your skin.

your eyes glossed over with a tragic gel, reflecting the scene of the thin, two paged packet in your hand, in red ink scribbled lines and circles from your professor.

78%

daggers of your own insecurities started to dash into your heart, weakening the grip of the papers that was being held within your hands, you could feel the paper under the pads of your fingers grow warmer with your body heat.

you stared so intensely at your paper you might as well burned it with your vision, a cold feeling manifested inside your hands, coating your skeleton with this animalistic urge.

the want to thrash at this object in front of you grew stronger and stronger.

wrinkles started to imprint themselves on the paper, crinkling the once flat face into one of frustration and aggression.

your frustration and aggression.

the more you looked at the first page the more your insides started feeling unstable, like someone planted some bombs in your vessel of a body, waiting for you to explode from the inside.

as the lava infected your hot lungs, boiling your blood and sweat, evaporating your bodily evidence of your so called hard work, you could feel your vision cloud up, start to distort and water and it only made you angrier.

The hot magma had apparently reached one of the planted bombs because suddenly your moist and musk despair was suddenly overwhelmed with the heated resent of your failure, setting your insides on fire as the aggression picked up.

a hoarse and ugly croak was ripped from your once angelic chords, now burnt with your rage as you crumpled the paper once and for all.

with hot hands you slammed the paper away into the trashcan, hitting the table against your guilty knuckles.

you don't care for the spike of pain that came from the blunt hit, your heart beat deafens your physical pain and numbs you. suddenly your hear foot steps against the floorboard, you don't react.

you don't even spare your stinging knuckle a look as you brought your hands to your face, your own limbs bending into the silhouette of your visage to create a mask, censoring your face in shame.

crouching over your body crumpled underneath you, on your knees, at the mercy of no one, you fought the urge to tear out your hair.

then you felt a person next to you, you know who, and it doesn't comfort you at all. you just want to disappear, after all, if you can't even get a good score after all that work, just what the hell were you really doing? sae will tell you.

sae will tell you that you've been rotting these past few weeks.

his gaze isn't stern nor does it push on your fragile body, it just merely looks, he doesn't push his existence into your mind yet.

"what happened."

you don't reply, choking silently (or as silent as you can be) on your jagged tears, puncturing your throat.

when you don't answer him, he shifts in his spot, looking at you and your disheveled appearance, it really did hint at the hell you were pushing yourself through for these past few weeks.

in the shared space as of late, for sae, it was like living with a restless spirit, he'd be reading on the couch when your tired figure dragging itself throughout the halls, your sunken eyes dirty with exhaustion,

even now as he gets look at you closely, he sees your chapped lips, your messy hair, eyebags that were painted under your eyes to undermine just how bad your sleep has gotten.

he wasn't gonna lie, you were hard to look at.

but thats because every time he looked at you, he was reminded of how badly you were treating yourself. how much you've been neglecting your own needs for the sake of your assignments.

he then turns his head away from you, putting a light hand on your shoulder, you could barely feel the weight of his palms.

"you can't possibly miss the fact that you've destroyed yourself these past weeks."

as those words fall upon your ears, you close your eyes tighter, feeling beads of tragedy roll down your cheek more and more. your shoulder shaking a bit as you sniffled.

feeling you tremble under his palm only squeezes his heart even more, to see you in this fragile state, this sick state you've cornered yourself into.

"and you can't possibly expect anything good to come from this,", his eyebrows bunching together slightly, tilting his head so he could at least peek into your vision.

you just wanted to hide yourself even more, getting hit by a block of exhaustion, you peek at your tired hands, he moves his, ever so slightly rubbing your shoulder in awkward comfort.

"it wouldn't be fair." he adds.

but you worked so hard.

"but i worked so hard-"

"that doesn't matter, you've worked yourself to the bone, you're one the verge of getting sick if you aren't already." sae cuts you off sternly, his gaze turning from passive to more stern.

a moment of silence passes, staring at the ground in shame longer, you wiped away your tears using your sleeve, a sniffle and a shallow sigh passes, you slump your head in defeat.

"take a deep breath." he instructs, you follow, your lungs tremble as a lasting affect of your sobs, if it's even finished..

he lets you have a moment to yourself, a quiet moment as you recollected your memories, just what the fuck you've been putting yourself through in the supposed weeks that have passed.

for that minute or so, you just sit in defeat, wallow in your own blood, sweat, and tears. your own shame encapsulates and hugs you with it's rough and uncomfortable closure.

but then a hand reappears, it pulls you in, the jagged exterior then melts away into something you can enjoy, something you can rest within. well, it's not like he's going to give you a choice after this point, you need rest and comfort more than anything.

he softly pats your hair and as you weakly squeeze around him, sae reciprocates in silence, and you can only gratefully take the sensation of his body against yours.

you can feel it.

he's here.

★ 終わり ☆

might make a pt2

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oh and hi @zaephix i just thought id tagged you.. lmk if you dont wanna idm

[zaephix]

pxg is my favorite out of all the nel. not because theyre (arguably) the best, but the shenanigans that go on in the dorms must be the most chaotic…

like bastard munchen is crazy but isagi is too passive off the field to cause out of pitch chaos with kaiser

barcha is just otoya bachira and lavhino vibing and having fun

but pxg… you got rin and shidou who undoubtedly HATE each other, zantetsu who blindly supports shidous idiocy, charles whos… well hes charles and is bsf with shidou, and a 17 year old for a coach…

[zaephix]

umm so trump won the election this is my coping mechanism

[zaephix]

cant reo js fly me out of earth bai.

[zaephix]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JADE & FLOYD!

[zaephix]

when i have a fic idea and immediately rush to picsart and photopea to make the cover or banner and then lose motivation the next day 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 im gnna 💔💔💔💔💔 kms 💔💔💔💔

[zaephix]

OM SHANTI OM AND KARASU IM GNA DIE IOFKGMFG

hear me out om shanti om but it’s karasu

[zaephix]

"do i look like him?" and it's the itoshi brothers...

LIKE WDYM HE SEE'S SAE WHENEVER HE LOOKS IN A MIRROR

[zaephix]

I want to boop you but I CAN'T :'(

WAIT WHATTTT WHYYYYYYY Ok Bye Gonna Go Report A File To Tumblr Gngngngngngn 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

ALSO OMGOGGMGMGM I LOVE THE THEME ITS SO PRETTY I LOVE KARASU SO MUCHCHCC

[zaephix]

Send this to ten other bloggers you think are wonderful, keep the game going and make someone smile!!✨

UR TEWWWWW SWEET TYSM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[zaephix]

guys lpzlpzlzz send requests i need inspo PLZZZZZZZZZ writers block is hitting me so bad

[zaephix]

Nagi, Chigiri & Barou~♥

*More art on Patreon ~

[zaephix]

ughgguhfduhghggh why do i lowk need kaiser LIKE WHAT I SAID I HATEDD HIMMMMMMM those rat tails r growing on me </3

o yeah guys.... i have two bllk fics... but on wp.... plz...... go check it out.... i promise its worth it..................................... dont mind the selfish promo...

ILL MAKE A POST SOON I PROMISE that sylus draft has been held hostage for the past 3 months ill think ab letting it go get fresh air.....

[zaephix]

he won. he won. he won with his last goal. his brain stopped working in the heat of the moment, not thinking about what he was going to do next.

and out of reflex, he ran to you. he effortlessly jumped over the barrier which separated field and tribunes and ran to you. you immediately jumped at him in joy, knocking the remaining air out of his lungs with a crushing hug.

“you won!” you cheered.

without thinking, he picked you up and hid your face in the crook of his neck. after he made sure you were properly tucked in his arm, he jumped over the barrier again and ran to his teammates. when he stopped in the middle of the field, he sat you on his shoulder, holding you like a trophy— his trophy.

the whole ceremony over, you were on his shoulder, being shown off to the whole world to see. and when he got the trophy handed, he gave it to you. holding it up in the air, you looked down at him, smiling and giggling. your gaze went up to the shiny trophy in your hands, knowing it was your husband who shot the winning goal.

and after this little action of his, you found plenty enquiries of from modeling agencies asking you to model for them.

— ITOSHI RIN, Isagi Yoichi, Mikage Reo

© reonaissance | dividers by @/cafekitsune

[zaephix]

happy bday sae!!

quick question... me or shidou...

theres only one right answer

#talktosae

"The horny demon."

© TIGREBLVNC 2024 | ITOSHI SAE ROLEPLAY #TALKTOSAE MINI EVENT.

[zaephix]

tags : fem!reader, fluff, comfort, mentions of anxiety, suggestive, cw shidou ryusei

It’s just another press conference. Just another few journalists shooting questions at you and your team, but mostly you. You stiffly lean back into your chair and watch as more and more people gather in the room. Cameras are being set up, microphones everywhere, more cameras, more people. Some are already taking pictures, and the incessant flashes blind you. 

You sigh when you feel something warm engulf the hands in your lap. Whether it is because you’ve been way too deep in your own head, or because SHIDOU for once decided to opt for a humble appearance, you haven’t noticed him take a seat beside you until his hand found yours. 

“They weren’t even shaking that much the first time you wrapped them around my big-” 

“I swear to god, if you finish that sentence, these hands are going to be wrapped around your damn throat.” you grit and eye him from the side, the light of the flashes casting shades along his perfect side profile.

“It’s not like that hasn’t happened before either.” He grins at the disturbed expression on your face, and the unusually soft chuckle he lets out seems to alleviate some of the pressure on your chest. You free yourself from his grasp and huff, seemingly annoyed, but the silence that settles between the both of you is a comfortable one. 

With a lazy, almost bored look on his face, Shidou watches you as you busy yourself with the bottle of water on the desk in front of you. Your finger mindlessly traces the brand name on the packaging, while the loud buzz and whir of people slowly seems to settle down. Journalists and entire reporting teams are gathered in front of his soccer team, impatiently waiting for the start of the conference to be pronounced. 

So many gazes are already averted towards the star player Shidou Ryusei, and yet all he can see is you. All he wants to see is you because all these fancy schmancy interviews, marketing formalities and conferences- He couldn’t care less about all of it. As long as he can play soccer the way he wants to, he guesses he can accept the fact that he has to entertain these lowlife puppets. 

As one of the puppets eventually asks you their first question, Shidou nonchalantly leans back in his seat with his legs wide spread as if he was on his couch at home. His knee touches yours under the table, successfully gaining your attention and he hums satisfiedly when you accept the open hand that he has splayed out on his thigh in a silent offer. 

With your fingers interlaced with his, you redirect your attention to the public in front of you, and speak so clearly and steadily like you always do once your initial uneasiness fades away. And once the journalists move on to the team’s coach, Shidou softly squeezes your hand. You did good. Two squeezes from. Thank you.

And he’s convinced that all he needs is soccer and you.

[zaephix]

BLUE LOCK MINI EVENT — sae's birthday 🎂 roleplay #talktosae.

To celebrate his birthday (10/10), my [asks] are open for you to send something to Sae. Of course, stay decent or it will be deleted. Whether you are a role play blog or not, you're welcome in this event.

Use the following tag in your ask so I know it's for the event:

#talktosae

Have fun with this mean dude.

© TIGREBLVNC 2024 | ITOSHI SAE ROLEPLAY #TALKTOSAE MINI EVENT.