16. “Thank You” | “for What?” | “for Coming Into My Life” (Itoshi Rin) 

𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩-𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨

Rei Sakuma x GN reader x Ritsu Sakuma sibling hcs (platonic ofc)

cws: none

notes: forgive me for writing so many hc posts lately 😭😭 school has been beating me up

two famous and successful idols

who happen to be both of your brothers

and coincidentally, always in competition with each other

it would be an interesting experience to say the least… but of course, like every other siblings, you guys do get into a lot of fights 😭

the fights are usually between rei and ritsu though lol

you’ll always be the one to break the fight

other than that, they’re really sweet!

rei likes to listen to you ramble about mundane topics

i also like to think that he’s always the one to buy you desserts or maybe some trinkets as little gifts

please keep his presents carefully 🙏 that’s kind of his way to say that he cares for you

ritsu on the other hand likes physical touch and quality (nap) time

he sometimes brings you around places to look for mao or just to find a place to sleep

ritsu does NOT like it when you hang out with rei and would pull you away if he feels like you’ve been hanging around him for too long

he cannot have his favorite sibling giving someone else more attention 💀

but anyways, whenever the bros have concerts, just seeing you in the crowd gives them more confidence and motivation

you’ll always be cheering them on! no matter the circumstances

they’re your brothers and you wouldn’t trade them for anything (i hope)

bullies to lovers with kaiser?? yes please

anyways i think i should stop writing about kaiser at this point 💀💀

bully kaiser! who would always snicker at you whenever you answer a question and turns out your answer was wrong.

bully kaiser! who pretends to bump into your shoulder everytime you past each other in the hallway, making you drop your notes to the floor.

bully kaiser! who would stick his leg out and making you trip in the cafeteria, laughing at your clumsy self along with his group of friends.

bully kaiser! who slowly becomes attached to you, disturbing your peace is a must for him and when you seem to ignore him, his heart will feel uneasy because deep down, he wants your attention.

bully kaiser! who came to rescue you when he saw that you were actually being picked on by girls who envy you because you caught his attention and not theirs.

bully kaiser! finds himself getting closer to you day by day by asking you to sit with him at lunch and accompanying you back home after school.

bully kaiser! has his head full of you and you only when his group of friends teased him for having a crush on you.

bully kaiser! finally admits and as he was walking you home, he stopped in front of your door and asked you to go to the soccer match this weekend to support him which you gladly accept his offer (your answer made him wide awake that night btw).

bully kaiser! who saw you in the crowd, smiling and cheering for him during the match as he scored the final goal for you.

bully kaiser! who hugs you after the match, whispering "thank you for coming" in your ear as you quizzically hug him back.

bully kaiser! who holds both of your hands in his and finally confesses to you about how much he likes you and explained how all the stuff he did to you back then was unintentional because all he wanted was your attention (you chuckled at his rambling on this one).

love struck kaiser! who felt sparks flying around him when you kissed him for the first time. you told him that you liked him back and accepted his apology with a smile. thus, that marks his very first relationship journey with you. he doesn't tell this to anyone but he hopes for you both to grow old and even start a family together. god thinking about that just makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

second chance romance with sae. write it.

x : WITH(OUT) :*+ﾟ

in which: after a messy breakup with sae, you find yourself waking up next to him two weeks later, this time just more in love.

warnings: 1.8k words, exes to lovers, hurt/comfort, SFW, gn!reader, tooth-rotting fluff with quite a bit of angst, a lot of metaphors here and there i apologise if they don't make sense get on my brainwave (nicely), ooc!sae perhaps uhh lol, bad writing, reblogs appreciated!!

a/n: lets see if tumblr community labels this post... sigh. rip first version u were a champ. this is my official claim to become tumblr's sfw itoshi brothers (separate) writer. i've made progress with rin, it's time to show some (reluctant) love to sae!! i literally only wrote this bc @limitlesshq and i had an agreement.

you wake up due to the rustling beside you, the movement rousing you from your slumber as the world becomes ever so clearer with each millisecond, the drowsy haze wearing off you as you take in your surroundings.

there’s a white ceiling overhead, the mattress beneath you feels like a cloud, and you can’t remember when your sheets turned a shade of gray. no- scratch that, you can’t remember when your mattress became this soft. 

hold on.

this wasn’t your room and the mop of magenta hair lying atop your chest is an indicator of such.

you’re in bed with a soccer star who just so happens to be the ex you messily broke up with two weeks ago. he’s wrapped around you like nothing had ever happened; as if you two were still in love and devoted to one another and hadn’t shouted at each other to the point that your throats were sore for a days afterwards. 

you needed to get out of here which was something easier said than done. especially when you had itoshi sae lying on top of you, wrapping you in a vice grip as he sunk further and further into your warmth, chest methodically rising up and down. you want to slap him for being so peaceful in this very moment. that should be you but instead, you’re panicking and trying to avoid another messy scene with your ex. 

the fact that said-ex was itoshi sae too… goodness what have you gotten yourself into. you should get out of here before it’s too late.

slowly, you begin to shuffle away, trying to pull yourself away from sae’s grasp. 

you’re halfway out when you hear the magenta-haired whine quietly, the sound causing you to turn your head and look at him. it’s to your horror that you’re greeted by a pair of hazy, turquoise eyes, still groggily waking up as sae tries to adjust to his bearings. he blinks a few times, waking up a little more with each flutter.

“where are you going?” he asks, voice hoarse from unuse. his arm tightens ever so slightly around you, pulling you back towards him and completely ruining your efforts.

you’re stunned, unsure of how to respond as sae tucks himself into your chest, breathing you in.

you hate the way you feel your heart lurch in your chest, rapidly beating with the urge to be as close as possible to him. this feels like a life you once knew, especially when his fingers start running up and down your spine, nimbly finding their way under your shirt. 

“sae,” you breathe out and his ministrations stop, diverting all of his attention upon you. “i have to go.”

he groans his protest, shaking his head. “why?”

“i just have to.”

“no.”

“what?”

“stay.”

“what?”

“did you not hear me? i said stay.”

just to prove his point a little more, he puts even more of his weight on you, tangling his legs with yours as if rooting you to his mattress. ever so demanding, he is.

the breakup was disastrous and entirely hurtful, wrecking you from the inside out when you woke up the next morning registering the previous night. you couldn’t remember the last time you felt so heartbroken and it hurt even more with every trace of sae that remained in your apartment. looking back, perhaps it was a little naive to believe that he was the one for you, that he was your endgame and not simply another lesson to heal from. all that time spent in a relationship, crumbled thanks to an argument that lasted for three hours and ended with a decisive slam of his door. 

yet just when you thought you were making process on the journey away from him, sae finds a way to pull you back in.

“i can’t stay,” you whisper, voice already a little shaky.

the magenta-haired looks up at you, apathetic eyes boring into yours. “but why?”

“i just- i just can’t. thank you for letting me stay over but i’m going to go home now-”

fingers thread through yours and sae’s hand pulls yours closer towards him. a pair of warm lips press themself to your skin and linger there as if burning and branding you- all of you, as his. 

he then kisses each of your fingers delicately and softly. “don’t go,” he mutters between pecks.

you feel a little breathless. like he’s punched your gut with every piece of gentle affection he plants, twisting the knife he had stabbed in your chest two weeks ago deeper and deeper, reopening the raw wound of hurt and pain with unmatched love.

you need to leave before anything else can happen, before you begin breaking down in front of him. 

quickly shuffling away from the athlete, you abruptly pull your hand out of his, throwing the covers off of you. however quick you may have been though, sae is undeniably faster, his hands crossing the distance to pull you back. his strength forces you to sit down once more and you bounce a little from the soft impact. he drapes himself around you again, chin resting on your shoulder. 

“let me go,” you plead, putting your hands over his wrists as if trying to pry them off but you feel too much for sae to truly try and resist him. his spell, no matter how hard you try to fight back, is just as potent. 

you fear that you may never be immune to his poison. 

he begins trailing kisses along your skin, uncharacteristically affectionate. “i can’t,” he begins, voice wavering uncharacteristically, traces of heartbreak evident in his tone. this display of emotion shocks you endlessly and you stop fighting against him, freezing when you feel his breath shudder against your skin.

your heart is thumping heavily, causing your chest to clench.

"stop messing around, we-"

"i'm not messing around just stay," he hushes gently, "please."

you feel the world stop for a second. sae? pleading? he knew how to do that? the prospect of sae beseeching for anything was incredibly unfamiliar and the fact that his voice cracked merely proves how entirely unfamiliar the word was in his vocabulary. 

the love you feel for him will choke you before heartache does. unbeknownst to you, a tear begins sliding down your cheek and you don’t feel it until it’s halfway down.

“hey, hey, hey,” the magenta-haired mumbles, catching the tear with his thumb. “don’t cry.” 

he sounds so tender and doting it hurts. there’s so much love in the way he’s holding you, pressing himself closer to you with each minute as if he hates the idea of being too far away from you, as if he was trying to make sure that you were still the same love of his life from before he hurt you tremendously, as if he was committing you to memory before he does lose you forever.

but he doesn’t want that. he wants to stay with you. sae doesn’t think he can handle another day without you, that’s why he’s so stubborn to keep you here; to put you under his spell again so that you could feel an ounce of the love he has stored for you. so that this love has somewhere to go before it inevitably ruins him, punishing him for being so stupid. 

“i’m sorry,” whispers sae hurriedly. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry pretty, don’t cry.”

glancing away from him, you wipe away any remaining tears, inhaling deeply as to try and collect yourself with whatever willpower you had left.

"i need to leave," you murmur, not entirely meaning it.

"no you don't," he answers, entirely meaning it. "just stay until breakfast or something."

wordlessly, you fall back in his grasp, leaning into the athlete when you feel rapid beating against your arm. that’s when you realise that it wasn’t your racing heart… it was his. 

giving in to his desires, you tuck your legs back up on the bed and he manoeuvres you, practically cradling you whilst you find solace in his neck with your arms wrapped around his torso. here, you feel whole again. 

you’ve lived life with sae and without sae and you now know well enough to prefer the former. something tells you he feels the same too. 

“are you going to stay for breakfast?” he asks after a few minutes of simply soaking up the other’s presence. glancing up at him, his expression remains beautifully neutral, illuminated perfectly by the bright morning light that seeps through his windows. he’s radiant, gorgeous as ever. 

you hum against his skin. “i’m not too sure. i was going to leave before breakfast.”

“let’s go back to sleep then. i’m not hungry anymore.”

amused by his request, you agree nonetheless and sae is able to move the both of you around to the same positions you had woken up in with you on your back and him on top of you. the soccer player then pulls you closer and throws his leg over your hips- something he does to keep you in your spot so you won’t slip away from him again.

you won’t. you don’t want to leave and live a life without him. 

“are we back together?” you hesitantly ask. the question floats into the tranquil air, afraid to break whatever quiet, ecstatic haze you were both in but you need to know.

“will you take me back?” the soccer player counters, surprisingly shy and unsure, so unlike the arrogant sae you’re used to. he’s putting all the cards on your table despite knowing what he wants because although he wants to be with you for eternity and a little longer after that, it’s up to you to decide whether or not he deserves such a paradise.

sae can only hope you’re merciful. 

“i want to. i miss ‘us’, i miss you.” 

he immediately feels a heavy weight lift itself off and the exhale the magenta-haired lets out communicates his magnitude of relief. fate has saved him today. 

“good.” is all he says as your hands rise to the nape of his neck, playing with the hair there. “be here when i wake up.”

“so demanding,” you joke with a smile, “but okay.” 

as sae dozes off once more, you take the time to scan around his room once more whilst trying to lull yourself into dreamland as well. 

his decor had always been rather plain and it didn’t change until you started dating. remnants of you have been lingering around his place and you’re surprised he didn’t get rid of them the night you left out of rage. a little nanodroid that you gave him of a character from an anime you both like sits on his shelf, there’s that little fake plant on his desk, and there are still photos of you two on his dresser. 

he used to only have one pillow and the only reason he bought more was so you could sleep over comfortably. you don’t think too hard about the lingering smell of sae’s shampoo on the pillows that you had previously claimed as ‘yours’.

shifting a little so that you were comfortable, you gaze up at sae’s ceilings once more. a gentle smile makes its way to your face before you doze off peacefully knowing that two hearts have found their way back home. 

Beautiful library in Munich Bavaria

© Thomas

— ੈ✩ DISTRACTIONS !

# 03 - heathers

— MLIST ;; okay so, y/n & rin's POVs were suppose to be 2 diff chapters but i didn't want to post anything small so yeah + their povs have like a 4hr difference between them.

rin was pissed, to say the least—no, saying he was angry was merely an understatement—he was exasperated due to the fact that a newcomer would dare question his soccer skills.

no one, absolutely no one ever judged his play style—every one would always compliment him and say he's tremendously good at the sport. that's how things were. only his brother ever called his skill pathetic and ever since then, he's been trying to desperately prove him wrong.

he was used to seeing his opponents cry, weep and stare at him with hatred after he obliterated them in soccer—he enjoyed seeing their distressed faces as they shouted profanities at him. he was amused by it but he knew it wasn't enough.

it's never enough. not for him, anyways.

so why was he so upset over his coach's child? he didn't know. maybe it was just him letting his guard down. he didn't want to feel vulnerable due to her claims.

however, what made him feel worse was the realization that no matter how hard he tried, he'd always be a mere copy of his brother. anything his brother could do, he could too but never to his level.

he hated it. he hated how right she was. if he really wanted to crush his dear brother's dream then he shouldn't be doing it by following and mimicking him now, should he?

but then, a horrifying thought crossed his mind, was he doing it for his goal or was he doing it to prove her wrong?

he'd been playing in this old playground for hours on end, throwing the ball into the goal, over and over again. yet as his attempts increased, he began to realise that no matter how hard he tried, he'd always just be his brother's shadow, a measly number two.

this playground was the remembrance of it-of his innocence of when he trusted his brother to show him the amazing world of football only get his dreams and heart crushed.

but, that was his goal, wasn't it? back when he was young and naive, his goal was to replace his dear brother but that got destroyed, crushed and lost.

just thinking about that memory made him want to punch a wall and scream his heart out. he hated how much his brother's words controlled his life. he was bound to them like chains to a prisoner—he was a prisoner to his brother's words.

'you sure do mimic him a lot on the field.'

those words rang in his mind again.

albeit, was it true? he hadn't watched any of his brother's match since the incident so he wouldn't know. he does remember, however, small fragments of how his brother used to play with his dominant left foot instead of the usual right. he noticed it. he noticed how correct the newcomer was. instead of using his right leg to score a goal. for the entire evening, he'd been using his left, too.

the realisation made him want to break apart his left leg. he truly despised this, so much. but could he ever change it? no, he couldn't.

but, he could focus on his own way of destroying his brother so he would no longer get this frustrated over someone else's words nor would he be just "sae's brother".

he took the ball again, which was laying near inside the goal and put it back into it's place near his leg and kicked it again into the goal, using his right this time.

he didn't care about the fatigue or the build-up of lactic acid in his legs, he just wanted to prove everyone wrong and that's what he was going to do.

he'd changed his way of scoring with his dominant leg instead of his weak one. slowly but surely, he'd change every aspect of his play style to outdo sae itoshi and leave y/n l/n speechless.

but why? why y/n and not just his brother? his only motivation for playing soccer in the first place has been because of his dear brother so why was he thinking of that newcomer now?

it was foreign to him to play soccer for another reason other than to outdo his brother but since your harsh words penetrated his ears, he hadn't been feeling like himself.

was he feeling worse? or was he getting better? he didn't know. all he knew that since he left practice today, his mind had been plagued with your face and words.

why, why, why did she have such an effect on him? she had managed to change his motivations for ever playing soccer.

no, that can't be right. he couldn't. he couldn't play for soccer for another reason other than to prove his brother wrong.

yet even so, he knew it wasn't true. he had many other reasons to play soccer—one of them was you but as long as he could convince himself that his reasons were just about his brother then maybe, just maybe he'll accomplish his goals.

yes, he'd rather live a comfortable lie than face the foreign truth and that was exactly what he was doing right now.

if he could just convince himself then maybe he'll prevent himself from ever feeling like that again.

y/n was tossing and turning across her bed as she mindlessly watched the movie that was playing on her laptop. in actuality, she was just scrolling through her phone while the movie just played in the background-any attention she had for it was lost and given to her phone, instead.

until, she got a notification from her messages app, indicating that she had been added to a groupchat by eita.

she sighed but she expected it since she exchanged numbers with the entire team earlier. she was aware that sooner or later, she'd be troubled by their constant messages.

she turned to lay on her back with her phone held directly above her face as she opened the chat to see what the issue was (since her phone had been ringing non-stop since she got added.)

TAGS !! @vvasant @hugs4shizu @catsrkool @beidousbubz

SEALED WITH A (HERSHEY'S) KISS ! ; itoshi sae > in which, sae hasn't really changed as much as everyone else would like to believe.

the world had changed a lot since you were 7. you don't really remember much from your primitive years but you recall this very scene- the playground of your childhood- and its bursting beauty.

in your youth, the playground had been colourful and lively, brimming with warmth and the nostalgic sounds of blue springs which were now long gone. the bright red plastic slide was seared into your mind's eye, and so was the feeling of your favourite companion's hand as he helped you stand when you hit the bottom.

you internally cringe at the recollection of your former friend, who was the whole reason you'd returned to the now dismal setting. though, you supposed that you couldn't quite refer to itoshi sae as just an old friend anymore. there was too much history for that, now.

itoshi sae was your childhood best friend. the both of you had met at the playground of your school, and had clicked. he'd always been aloof and just the tiniest bit stuck up, and you liked to think that you balanced each other out quite nicely.

it was no secret to anyone in your primary schools that the both of you liked each other, even though he'd scowl and curse out (as eloquently as a child could) anyone who'd dare suggest such a thing. sae would bluntly reject the verbal concept of crushing on you, but he'd always save you a seat at the lunch table. he'd rather die than even suggest that he could have an affection that was more than platonic, but every day he'd wait for you outside your classroom to walk with you to the playground.

that playground, you think, was more of a liminal space for you, now, rather than a good memory. because you and your maybe-relationship with itoshi sae had crashed and burned when you'd turned 16.

(if you're being honest, you're surprised that it'd even made it that long.)

sae had first asked you to 'be his' when you were 10, in the only way a child could ask. he'd given you a hershey's kiss, and you still remember how his ears tinged red and how he refused to meet your eye. you'd kissed him on the cheek and he pursed his lips as his face contorted in something like shock. the next week, he left for spain.

you didn't see sae again until a year later. he was a little taller, but not much, and his cheeks were still puffy and rosy with youth. he was only visiting for a week, but he insisted on you being there wherever he went. at this point, both of you had contact information to exchange and kept up communication even when he left. the day before he left for the airport, he gave you another hershey's kiss.

you and sae had spoken nearly every day until you were 14 and he came back for a month. then, he'd asked you out officially. you'd said yes. your friends teased you for your infatuation with the boy you'd known since childhood, but it was just that: infatuation. you couldn't see the red lights or hear the alarm bells, not for the life of you.

a few more sporadic visits and daily calls culminated in his planning to fly over to celebrate your 16th birthday with you. but itoshi sae never landed in japan. the day before your birthday, you received an envelope- a brief letter detailing how your relationship was childish and a waste of time, and was to come to an immediate end.

it felt like your world collapsed, just then, when you read those words. you would almost not believe it if it weren't for the unmistakable script that was so messy and so sae, that it couldn't be anyone but him. after that, he didn't reply to your texts. he stopped liking your posts. he never picked up your calls. and that was that, you'd concluded. that was the end of your relationship with itoshi sae.

it still made you sad, even though it shouldn't. you were 19 now, and still couldn't stomach a hershey's kiss. you were 19 and you still returned to this stupid playground with a familiar, heavy heart when you'd heard the news that the itoshi sae had briefly returned to japan for the first time in years.

the tweets with his name on them seemed to be taunting you. the articles with his face screamed at you. the heartbreak was something you could push aside and never escape, and you hated every second of it. if you could take back your childhood solely for the sake of forgetting sae, you think you would consider it before you said no.

"i knew you'd be here eventually."

your heart stalls, and then stops. a tight vice grip takes a hold of your lungs and you exhale sharply. because you knew that voice.

"sae," you greet courteously, as if you weren't about to keel over and die. you couldn't bring yourself to look at him, not when you could almost feel his presence next to you. his aura emanated with that familiar warmth, almost as if it was trying to draw you in again. you felt nauseous.

"you're fucking annoying to track down, you know that, right?"

you huff what might be a laugh. "my bad."

the air is cold and suddenly gets colder as a bitter wind bites at your skin. you would wonder what he's thinking but you're giving your all to not let the resurgence of feelings overtake you.

he opens his mouth behind you and then closes it, like he's struggling to get his words out. you don't need to see him to know- you'd grown up together. you knew how he was.

"it's.. been a while." and now you laugh genuinely, because everyone was wrong about him. they all talked him up like some god, and to them maybe he was. but they didn't know him like you did. itoshi sae is no god- he is awkward, and antisocial, and the same 7-year-old boy who'd changed the rules during games of four-square when he'd lost.

"guess it has been."

"i missed you." now that takes you by surprise. it's spoken like a sin, like he's confessing his darkness to a priest, like he's a malefactor asking for a reprieve from his gods. you finally turn to look at him, and he looks just as confused and conflicted as you feel.

itoshi sae is older but he's hardly taller. his face is slimmer but still tinged pink, and he's outgrown the bangs that you used to like to tie into pigtails to bother him. he still looks like itoshi sae- he still looks like he's yours.

he lets out a sharp breath when he sees you fully for the first time since he'd last seen you, almost 5 years ago now.

"you missed me?"

he breaks eye contact and you almost smile at how he's still so shy, after all these years. "you don't get to miss me, y'know."

"i know. i'm.."

you raise an eyebrow, silently urging him to continue. "i'm sorry."

you grin. "that's good," you muse, feeling kind of insane because how is any of this real, "you probably should be sorry."

he looks back at you, a familiar intent flashing behind his gaze. "i know, i-"

"you don't know anything, sae." he's silenced by the sharpness of your tone, and you can hear every beat of your heart as you continue. "what was it you said? i'm a waste of time? that we- that i was just.. unnecessary?"

all of a sudden, you feel very, very small. your voice wavers and cracks at the end of your sentence, and you cross your arms over your chest and step back. the burst of anger you'd felt had dissolved into something like despair, and you wonder why you can't bring yourself to walk away.

"you wrote me a fucking letter," you say, quieter this time, "on my birthday."

sae's expression would be unreadable to anyone, but you weren't just anyone. you recognize the conflict, the wild tumult of emotions, the remorse- you can't look any longer.

you force yourself away, turning so you're facing the playground again. it's silent for a few heartbeats before he speaks again.

"i think that was the biggest mistake of my life."

you don't reply. he continues.

"i was- i'm in love with you. since i met you, i've been in love with you."

you feel a sinking feeling in your chest, because this is all too similar to all those times he'd told you he liked you, not in words but in actions, and you fight to keep up with the grief hanging heavy in your mind's eye. this was the first time itoshi sae had told you he loved you, years after it'd all ended, and you hate yourself because a small part of you wishes that it won't be the last.

sae moves to stand next to you, and looks at you over his shoulder. from the corner of your eye, you see his gaze grow misty.

"so why did you leave me?"

he turns to you fully, and you look at him. his eyes are almost pleading as his whispered words are almost lost to the cold winds: "i can't. i," he moves to take your hand, and you let him, "i don't know. i can't."

there is a new darkness in his eyes. a world of unspoken words, a lifetime of hurt that you don't recognize. it's then you realize that he was different, in that sense- there was a bleeding wound invisible to the naked eye. he lets go of your hand and there's something left in your palm- a hershey's kiss.

"you won't forgive me," he says, "but i'm sorry."

he is about to turn and leave, and you're staring at the familiar treat in your hand when you grab the sleeve of his jacket and tug him back. not expecting the sudden impact.

in a flash, you're kissing him. your hands search for purchase anywhere they can- they're under his knit sweater and on his stomach, his back, his sides, his hair, his cheeks, and you're desperate with your movements, as if he was the only cure to your sickness.

it's fervent, almost, how he kisses you back, closing the nonexistent distance as if he's trying to melt into your warmth. he's greedy, his buzzing, he's warm all over, and he feels just like he used.

when you part, the both of you remain close. you move to untangle yourself from him, recalling how sae was never one for public affection, and this was a public park despite no one being around. his arms hold fast around your waist, keeping you in place. his forehead rests against yours and his hair tickles your face.

"are you sure you love me? i couldn't tell," you tease, voice raspy and breathless. sae presses his lips to your temple, "don't make me say it again."

"what if i want you to?"

"i'm in love with you," he deadpans with no hesitation.

you laugh into his skin and you know he's smiling without looking. "i think i need you to say a little more. maybe like, 'oh, the love of my life, i am so madly in love with you and i have been since we met because i am just so sad and lonely. and in love with you.'"

sae scoffs and pinches the skin on your hip gently. you hum, "don't pretend like that's not all true."

"it is true. you made it easy to fall in love."

for the hundredth time that night, you're taken by surprise, looking at sae and seeing a familiar smirk pass over his face, and you're sure that he fought past his inability to express his feelings just to get a reaction from you. "do you need me to prove it?"

his lips are on yours again, and everything feels right. there are 5 years worth of unspoken hurt and damage, and dozens of scars and open wounds, but those can be dealt with in due time. right now, you and sae are being the stupid teenagers you almost never got the chance to be, kissing in the park during the middle of an autumn night.

the world has changed a lot since you were 7, and it will continue to do so. the park will never regain its colours and you will never be able to be a child again, but that didn't mean things couldn't get better.

you weren't a kid anymore, but you could still feel the same giddy spark that you used to be familiar with. you weren't a kid anymore, but blue spring could return nonetheless.

you weren't a kid anymore, but here you were kissing the boy you've liked since you were one. you weren't a kid anymore, and you think that's okay.

(somewhere on the playground floor, the hershey's kiss lies discarded.)

✄ written for the mitsies 3k follower event using the prompts "it wasn't hard. you made it easy to fall in love." + getting ‘married’ in elementary school. reuniting by chance and getting asked out in the same fashion.

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“i was made for lovin’ you, baby” — karasu tabito,

minor ep nagi / karasu backstory spoilers

‘Do ya still love me?’

The words left Karasu’s mouth before he could even think or arrange his depressing questions properly and once they were let out, Karasu immediately regretted them.

He’s no stranger to such thoughts—in fact, they’re more common in his mind than he’d like to admit. Almost every hour of every day, he’d be plagued with these unpleasant thoughts and more. If he didn’t put a stopper on it, if he didn’t bottle them up then he’d fall down a spiral and that’s the last thing he ever wanted.

The last thing he ever wanted was for someone to see him as weak, as mediocre.

And he’d do just about anything to prevent that from happening.

‘Hmm? What did you say?’ you mumbled, tearing your eyes away from the tv screen and towards him.

Oh. You heard him.

‘Nothin’ babe, don’t worry,’ he replied, he looked down at you, trying to smirk but his muscles failed him.

He looked—felt—defeated.

‘Everything okay?’ you asked, your attention towards the tv was long gone—all now directed towards his blue and purple stained eyes.

God, the way you looked at him made him weak. He just couldn’t lie to you—not after the fact that out of everyone, you chose him. Him, a mediocre-at-best soccer player. Him, even with his sharp and degrading tongue.

‘Why… why me?’ he whispered. He wished you didn’t hear these words, he wished you couldn’t see him in such a pathetic state.

‘Whatever do you mean?’

You heard him, again.

He closed his eyes and took a breath in—he couldn’t believe that he was opening up to you. What if you left him afterwards? What if you thought he was too… clingy and desperate for reassure? What if? What if? What if?

‘Why did ya choose me out of everyone? Lots of guys were pinnin’ after ya so… why me?’

He was so mediocre and you were Aphrodite wrapped in human flesh.

‘Why wouldn’t I date you?’

What? That’s the last thing he expected you to say.

‘You’re just… perfect,’ you mumbled against his ear, moving upwards to kiss his mole. His mole always got too much attention from you but he could never get used to the feeling of your soft lips against his skin. God, the sensation made him feel like he’d burst into a thousand flames.

‘…so perfect.’

‘You’re smart too, very smart. I haven’t seen anyone explain chemistry to me like how you explained it to me.’

He reminisced back to the multiple tutoring sessions you had with him back in the early days of your relationship. ‘When you rambled about Transition Metals to me, that was when I realised I liked you.’

‘You’re pretty… did I ever call you pretty? Well, you’re really pretty to me, the prettiest if you will.’

No one ever called him that before. Sure he’d gotten his fair share of compliments but no one ever called him pretty of all things. He never believed he could blush this hard but you proved him wrong—he knew his face was a deep crimson right now.

‘And above all else, I love you, Tabito.’

Oh. You said it, you said you loved him.

To mask his surprise, he attempted to cover his emotions with his classic smirk and cocky-ness: ‘I know ya do, babe. I know you love me.’

Bit by bit, a small part of his wall had broken—he had opened the walls for you slightly and for the first time, he didn’t regret letting someone in.

He was no stranger to insecurities but at least now, he had your reassurance to build him back up.

Number 20 and 59 with Vampire Lord Rei pls 😤😤😤

A/N: PHEWIE … I love him your honor

*ೃ༄ Rei Sakuma + 20: Hand kisses , 59: Kissing your lover's wounds after having bandaged them up

“You must be more careful, darling.”

You frowned. Rei had been somewhat lecturing you for the past half hour. You sat on the edge of the bathroom counter, watching as the vampire slowly wrapped a clean white bandage around your scraped arm.

“I know…” You sighed, looking away from him. “I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t help but huff. About an hour ago, you had taken a nasty fall onto solid concrete after collapsing due to exhaustion. Work was work—and unfortunately, there wasn’t much you could do to escape it. Maybe you’d try to get some more sleep, or maybe you’d force yourself to drink more water. If not for your sake, then for Rei’s.

Your boyfriend cupped your cheek as he stood between your legs, gently kissing your forehead. “Don’t apologize, beloved. Just be more mindful next time, yes?” He whispered against your skin, pecking you once again before pulling away to bandage your other arm.

It was unbelievable how utterly kind and loving he was. Rei had warned you numerous times about the consequences of overworking yourself, and when you hadn’t listened and ultimately collapsed, he still stood here, bandaging you up. “I will. I promise.”

Rei smiled warmly. “I know you will.”

He wrapped your arm with the bandages so expertly, covering your wounds with the white fabric tightly enough to stay on, but not tightly enough to hurt you. You didn’t understand how you got so lucky—having a boyfriend who would always drop everything to help you. You almost felt guilty.

Rei must’ve read your thoughts, taking your hands in his softly once he finished dressing your arms.

“I’ll always be here for you to fall back on, alright? You needn’t worry. I only want you to be safer, my dear.” He smiled, bringing your uncovered hands to his lips, kissing them tenderly. “I love you very much.”

“I love you more, Rei. I’m grateful to have you.” You answered, the man continuing to kiss around your palms, knuckles, and fingers. He let out a breathy chuckle, leaning into you, his face dangerously close to yours.

“I love you most.” He said, simply. “You do so much for me, so let me take care of you once in awhile, sweetheart.”

The ravonette fully leaned in and kissed you, his lips molding to fit against your perfectly, his hands never leaving yours. You felt him smile against your lips.

HOKKEPAPA X READER WRITERS WYA???? 😍😍 i've only read one seiya x reader fic and i believe it's the only one that exists . like LITERALLY the only one

Do u still remember that one Episode where Y/N simps for hokkepapa

I'VE WON IN LIFE

But like hokuto's dad is fr fr 😻😻😻

MIKO LIVIN THE Y/N LIFE FR

fo sho hes so fine istg

Hello taps on mic,, I think you know who this is hehees 🐳 May I request for keito kissing headcanons? Thank you march dear and take care ! Lots of hearts (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

A/N: hi friend. giggles. I hope you likeeeee

*ೃ༄ Keito Hasumi kissing hc’s

⤷ Keito’s kisses feel familiar — warm, soft, infused with all the love and tenderness that the man can possibly muster. They feel like a thank you, an appreciative gesture. Thanking you for loving him, thanking you for sticking by him through thick and thin. They’re kind, enticing, and always end much too soon for Keito’s liking.

⤷ No one would think Keito Hasumi to be clingy and needy for the affection of his lover, but he is. His eyes are always wandering to your lips, pondering how soft and wonderful they’d feel against his own, wondering if your lips felt just as drawn to his, as his felt to yours… It’s a bad habit, perhaps, but one that he just can’t help. Humor him, maybe?

⤷ His hands always find your cheeks when you’re sharing in a kiss. Even if his fingertips only briefly brush against the skin of your face, it’s a tendency of his that you find to be adorably endearing. He holds your face closer to his, his head tilting only slightly in order to deepen the kiss. He sighs, long and somewhat hushed, into your mouth.

⤷ Keito will often present himself for a kiss, lips only slightly pursed and head tilted towards you, pupils widening — wordlessly begging for you to place your lips upon his. Blatantly asking for a kiss is much too flustering for him, and he doesn’t want to overstep by going in for himself — so this is how he settles, and he finds that it amuses you immensely.

⤷ The kisses that Keito gives you are gentle and endearing, his lips carefully placed over your own, holding you against him and expressing all of his feelings for you in one soft, sweet, simple gesture. His kisses are plentiful and full of life, and when his lips are on yours, you feel like you could conquer anything.