Me Omw To Read Angst Fics After Ranting To Ppl On Kokobot About How Miserable My Life Is

[ DEAL ] ITOSHI SAE.

sae’s strict.

his schedule’s packed and his time is precious and he doesn’t waste a second on the clock. you’re pretty sure his body doesn’t need the blaring alarm in the early hours of the morning—you’re almost certain he can wake up on his own.

and it’s dreadful, it’s downright torturous when you’re pulled from the clutches of sleep by the shrill noise of his phone—but even worse is the warmth of his chest being peeled from under you, his body slowly climbing out of bed and leaving you alone.

“no,” you whine, “sae, it’s cold.”

“there’s a blanket here for a reason,” he mumbles—and he doesn’t even sound tired, doesn’t even sound like the achingly long hours of practice and the few hours of sleep bother him in the slightest.

“it’s not the same,” you say woefully, staring up at him. to your credit, you try, you really do. you try to give him your best pout, tugging his wrist gently to convince him back into bed.

but sae’s strict—he doesn’t skip a single thing off his schedule, and he doesn’t waste a single second in the process.

“don’t be dramatic. it’ll keep you warm,” he insists. he flicks your forehead gently, pulling the covers over your body and tucking them under your chin. “good?”

“no,” you huff.

he gives you a blank stare, eyeing you before moving to leave the bed again. but you have other plans, much more important plans than the stupid morning jog he insists on every day. you’re already clinging to him before he can fully rise, face buried into his back as your arms wrap around his waist.

“sae, i’ll die. do you want me to freeze to death?”

“it’ll be silent at least,” he grumbles, pulling a gasp from you. and you don’t see it, but there’s a twitch of his lips, a small fond smile painting across his features at the way you huff at his statement.

“you’re rude,” you grumble, “just give me like…fifteen more minutes, please?”

“five,” he bargains.

“twenty.”

“that’s not how that works,” he raises a brow, making you giggle as you curl into the sheets. he stares, watches the traces of sleep linger in your eyes, watches as the sun pouring through the cracks of the curtains makes them a shade lighter, watches as you throw him that sickeningly sweet grin.

and then he’s back under the covers—and it happens before he can even register it, before he even fully understands what he’s doing. sae’s not sure why he lets you have your way, but his body’s tugged before he can even lay down properly, your cheek snuggled against his bicep as you hug his arm.

he thinks maybe he doesn’t mind it as much as he should.

and then he looks down at you, sees the way you give him that giddy smile, “i knew you’d cave. thirty more minutes, kay?”

“we agreed five,” he says flatly.

“sae, we did not.”

“okay, seven—”

“i raise you a great offer,” you cut him off, “twenty and i’ll even make breakfast.”

“it’s your turn anyway.”

“you’re a terrible business partner,” you pout, and he chuckles—in that soft, quiet way he only does around you, in that way where his eyes are crinkled and his smile is fond and his chest rumbles.

itoshi sae is beautiful like this, under the morning sun against your skin, when he lets you lace your fingers with his as his eyes soften just a little.

“ten,” he mumbles, “that’s my last offer.”

“fifteen and i’ll wash the dishes,” you plead. and you’re a cheater, he thinks, using dirty tricks as you lean up and press a delicate kiss to his cheek, trailing them along his jaw so convincingly, he closes his eyes and forgets for a moment about that strict schedule of his. he forgets about his morning run and practice and that match that’s coming up—because you’re here, and your lips are gentle and your voice is sweet as it murmurs, “i love you.”

“you’re cheating,” he mumbles, hand tightening its grip on yours. you smile, brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead as you press a delicate kiss there too.

“‘s not cheating,” you hum, “it’s called good business tactics.” and then your lips hover over his own, and they’re so agonizingly close, so close that he can practically feel the soft press even as they don’t close the gap.

he waits for you to fill the space between you, aching for a taste of you, aching for you to press against him and complete every part that’s missing.

and almost like you know, almost like you know he’s waiting, you pull away, denying him what he craves so desperately.

there’s a grin on your face with just a hint of trouble in your eyes as you whisper, “twenty. deal?”

“you said—”

you peck the corner of his mouth, so close yet so far from where he needs you, “twenty and i promise i’ll let you leave on time tomorrow.”

“that’s a lie,” he snorts, “that was yesterday’s deal.”

“you keep agreeing,” you shrug.

“fine,” he sighs, “twenty. this is the last time,” he warns.

“kay, deal,” you nod. and it’s never really the last time—he knows you’ll tug him back into bed tomorrow too, just like today, just like yesterday, just like always.

sae’s strict, but maybe not so much with you. he’ll keep letting you have your way—he’s not entirely sure why, but maybe he understands a little when your lips finally press against his, firm and gentle at the same time, slow yet so desperately needy.

i love you, he says through extra morning cuddles and slow kisses and fond flicks to your forehead. i love you, you hear through the slow circles he rubs against the small of your back, through the blanket pulled over your shoulders and tucked under your chin, through that soft look he only has around you.

“you’re so annoying,” he grunts.

“you’re just mad because you suck at making deals,” you giggle.

“yeah? hope you have fun washing the dishes,” he smirks, and because he’s every bit of a cheater as you, he flicks your forehead as you whine, that quiet chuckle rumbling from his chest again.

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♡ SLEEPING ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT

ft. isagi yoichi, kunigami rensuke, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi rin

ISAGI YOICHI

it had been a stressful practice for him. nothing seemed to go his way and to top it all off, you were annoyed at him for not cleaning up after himself in the kitchen. if it would have been a normal day, he would apologize and make up for it, but today he was in a complete different mood and snapped. he began to ramble about that he never seems to do anything right and yelled at you before locking himself in the bathroom to take a shower.

now, you’re on the couch, trying your best to fall asleep as he still seemed to be frustrated as he marched into the bedroom to sleep. so to not cause a bigger scene and to allow him to calm down, you decided that it was best to be in a different room throughout the night. you weren’t particularly mad at him, he was having a tough day and even though you didn’t enjoy the way he yelled at you, it was difficult to be mad at him.

“baby,” suddenly, his voice can be heard from behind you. isagi’s voice is soft and quiet as he speaks, a complete turnaround to how he spoke only a few hours ago. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry that i took my anger out on you. i shouldn’t have yelled at you,” his voice seems to break in the middle of his sentence and you turn around when he stops talking.

isagi is standing by the doorway to the bedroom, only with a pair of sweatpants on. he’s fiddling with his hands, waiting for you to say something. “it’s okay, i understand,” you say and as soon as you tell him that, he’s quick to stride towards the couch and lean down to wrap his arms around your waist. you begin to sit up and pull him onto the couch so the two of you can be closer to one another. “i’m sorry, i love you so much. i’ll never yell at you like that again,” he hides his face in the crook of your neck, breathing shakily. “it’s okay, yoichi, you don’t have to worry. i love you.”

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

he has been practicing football lately, not only with his team but also alone during his free time which has lead to him not having as much time with you and becoming much more tired than he was before. after you tried your best to tell him that he should take a day off and just rest since you’re becoming worried, he had nothing else to say than how annoying you were for treating him like a child and that he can take care of himself.

but now as you’re beginning to walk out of the bedroom to sleep on the couch instead of laying down beside him, he grabs your wrist in an instant. “where are you going?” he asks. you look back at him and sigh, but his eyes are brimming up with tears which hurts your heart more than you thought it would, especially after he had yelled at you earlier about finding you annoying. “i’m so fucking sorry for what i said earlier, i didn’t mean what i said, i swear. i love that you always look after me and you’re right, i should take a day off because i’m so tired. i’m really tired and i don’t know what to do because the tiredness never goes away. i’m just so exhausted and i am so sorry for what i said earlier. i shouldn’t have yelled and i shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

before he can say anything else, you sit down at the edge of the bed and wrap your arms around neck. kunigami quickly pulls you into his arms and allows himself to sob against your shoulder. he continues to whisper quiet sorry’s and holds onto you as if you’d slip out of his arms if he didn’t. “shh, i’m here. it’s okay, you’ll be okay,” you whisper before pressing a kiss to his wet temple. “i don’t find you annoying, i promise,” he croaks and you nod. “i know, don’t worry.”

“you’ll sleep here, right? not anywhere else,” he asks and you pull away a little to cup his wet cheeks. “i’ll sleep here,” you send him a light smile. “just try to get some more rest tomorrow, okay? we can cuddle all morning if you want to and i’ll cook you breakfast, then we can just spend the rest of the day in bed if you want,” kunigami nods and leans his forehead against yours. “i’d love that.”

NAGI SEISHIRO

he wasn’t sure as to why you became so annoyed with him paying more attention to his games than you, he didn’t realize that was even the case until you mentioned it to him after he had denied your request to go to your favorite cafe for the fifth time this week. it ended up with you two getting into an argument and after he had told you that you were a pain, you’d left the room, leaving him alone to regret every single word he had just said to you.

his heart slowly began to shatter when he realized that you weren’t coming to bed. he had seen you on the couch in the living room, but thought you were just watching your favorite tv-show and that you’d come and sleep beside him. that doesn’t seem to be the case as it’s way past midnight and he can’t fall asleep without you in his arms.

instead of staying there, twisting and turning all alone, he gets out of bed and walks into the living room where you’re laying. there’s a thin blanket draped over your body and you aren’t even sleeping with a pillow under your head. nagi sighs at the sight and walks closer to you so he can see if you’re actually sleeping or if you’re just playing with him. what he sees is much worse than he thought. there’s dried tears on your cheeks, you’ve been crying and it’s most likely his fault. his words probably ripped you apart more than he thought and the thought of you believing that he meant what he said makes him want to cry right then and there.

suddenly, your eyes fly open and they immediately catch him standing over the couch with a comforter around him. “sei?” you mumble and he immediately plops down on top of you, making the blanket over you drop to the floor and covering you with his body and comforter. “you’re not a pain, i don’t know where it even came from. you mean so much to me,” nagi lays his head on your chest and sighs. “i’m sorry for saying that and for not paying attention to you. i’ll do better, i promise. i’ll give you more attention.”

you reach your hand up to his hair and brush through some strands of it. “i know you love playing games and i don’t want you to stop doing that, it just hurts sometimes when you seem to love them more than me. maybe it’s selfish of me and i don’t want to be a pain-“ “you’re not a pain, i didn’t mean that, okay? don’t ever think i would ever think of you like that. also, i love games, but i love you so much more than them. i promise that i’ll be with you more and if you want, i can teach you how to play some of the games. i love to be with you,” he says and you giggle by hearing his words which makes him smile. “that sounds nice, thank you, sei.”

MIKAGE REO

you barely even remember why the two of you began to fight in the first place. it went from such a simple thing as forgetting to start the washing machine to suddenly coming up with everything wrong about the other person. most things the two of you told each other didn’t have meaning to it, they were just meaningless words, but the words he said did hurt you and the words you said hurt him as well.

instead of resolving it, you left him alone in the bedroom to sleep on the couch by yourself. you thought it would be easy to fall asleep alone, but after sleeping in his embrace for the past few months, suddenly not being around him before sleep makes it a lot more difficult and as if on cue, your boyfriend is now sitting on the edge of the couch while stroking your arm comfortingly.

“come to bed, sweetheart. you won’t get any sleep if you’re out here all night,” he whispers sweetly. “i’m sorry for everything i said. i didn’t mean any of it and i don’t even understand how we began to fight like that in the first place, i just know that i’m really sorry for hurting you. i don’t want to go to sleep without you and i want to resolve this as soon as we wake up, but for now, come to bed, please.”

you look up at him with glassy eyes and slowly begin to sit up so you can put your arms around him. he sneaks his arms around your waist and pulls you close to his chest before taking your scent in. “i’m sorry too, reo. i’m sorry for hurting you,” you mumble as he lifts you up from the couch and carries you all the way to the bedroom. “it’s alright, love. we both said stupid things we didn’t mean, so let’s go to sleep together and talk more about this in the morning,” reo lays you down on the bed and crawls under the covers right next to you before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. “we’re okay, we’ll always be okay.”

ITOSHI RIN

he sighs as he walks out the bedroom to see you on the couch without a single blanket draped over you. the fact that you would rather sleep alone on the couch in the cold instead of being in bed with him hurts his heart, but he decides to try and not think about it and instead begins to look for a blanket he can put over you.

the fight the two of you had wasn’t too bad, but he was clearly mad during the argument, not particularly mad at you but just in general which is why you thought it would be a good idea to let him calm down by himself. unbeknownst to you, itoshi rin cannot fall asleep without you by his side. it becomes even more difficult when he knows that you’re sleeping apart without having solved anything from earlier. he never got to tell you that he isn’t mad at you and that he only took his anger out on you which he shouldn’t have. but he knows that he can’t wake you up only to tell you that.

rin finds a blanket in the bedroom that he brings into the living room and puts over your cold and shivering body. he also puts a pillow under your head to bring you some more comfort and thereafter walk over to the the other side of the couch were you aren’t laying. he sits down there and sighs, maybe it’ll be easier for him to sleep in such an uncomfortable position, as long as he’s in the same room as you are. at least it’ll bring him more warmth than laying in bed alone does.

he closes his eyes and leans back against the cushion. meanwhile, you begin to shift where you’re laying and open your eyes to be met by the darkness of the room. you slowly begin to sit up a little and look straight forward where rin is sitting uncomfortably. he begins to open his eyes too when he hears you moving around and your gazes meet through the dark

you now begin to crawl towards him and he opens up his arms for you to fall into his warm embrace. he lays down on his back and wraps his arms around your waist to pull you as close as possible. he presses a kiss to the crown of your head and moves one hand up to your hair. “i was never mad at you, it was just a tiring day and i shouldn’t have taken everything out on you,” rin whispers and you look up at him, making his heart jump. “i know, i’ll try to make sure i leave you alone earlier next time,” you say but it only makes him frown.

“it isn’t your fault, you know. i should be better at keeping my emotions in check. if i’m ever that mad when i get home again, i’ll try to tell you about it instead of taking it out on you,” a smile begins to pull at his lips as you kiss his cheek. “okay, that sounds good. it’s nice to be in your arms again, i love you a lot.” “i love you more.”

bc this blog will be completely nothing if i just reblog, like and turn this into a twt account... 😭 and most of my moots/oomfies are writers SO

what if i start writing ?!#(#! wonderjng what i will come up with

newfound dad and adopted son being deranged bitches together, more at 11

sae gives better cuddles that rin

i know from first hand experience

yeah??? well rin likes to rest his head on ur shoulder when hes tired and when you come home late from work he always makes you food (sae doesnt know how to cook) and he slow dances with you and your spotify playlist is playing softly in the back and when you wake up in the morning on the weekends rins head is buried in your neck and hes hugging you (sae doesnt stay in for weekends hes always out practicing) and he gives you butterfly kisses and he hold you close to him by the waist when you're anywhere actually and bakes with you (sae doesnt know how to bake) and he listens to you rambling about anything and admires your features and in that moment he knows hes extremely lucky to have you (sae couldnt care less about what you have to say) and he buys you flowers and you garden together sometimes and he loves seeing the smile on your face (sae doesnt know how to garden and tbh hed just give u his credit card and let you buy wtv instead rin goes with you and spends time with you) and rin takes you for 3 am drives where you drive to god knows where just talking about stuff while drinking lipton iced tea and blasting music with the windows open because hes honestly so soft for you and when he doesnt have football he likes to watch movies with you but honestly hes not focused on the movie he just likes seeing your expressions when the main character does something dumb and how your eyes glow when you look at him and try to predict the plot of the movie when you're 5 minutes in and he loves when it rains so he can share an umbrella with you (sae wouldnt care if you got wet) and hes honestly such a gentleman and you go on picnics and rin just thinks you look so etheral with the wing blowing in your hair and your lips quirked upwards and the sun setting a stage for you .

𝕂𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙

𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢 #1 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘒𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳

𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 <3

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hellooo! can i request a, b + h for sena please? thank you! ♡♡♡

izumi sena + alphabet prompt a, b & h

a = affection ( how affectionate are they? how do they show affection? )

b = babe ( what would they use as pet names? do they use them a lot?)

h = hugs ( do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like? )

izumi, for the sake of his image, can not even possibly imagine of showing affection...at least in public. but even when you're alone, he is subtle—carelessly holding your hand, or moving your hair behind your ear so that he can caress you... he really tries to hide it, but you know him so he can't hide his actions from you very well. basically, izumi is affectionate in his way: he does it in a way that he hopes you don't notice, even with words. he likes to use words that he thinks "you would never understand because you're silly" and there he drops a cute word: silly! see? as if he studies how to tell you how much you're adorable😭

izumi + petnames = my love. simple but effective. of course only in private, in public he just calls you by your name—but izumi thinks that yours is a nice name, he always blushes just a little, even though you can still see the bright red shade on his face. hehe ><

back to the first point, izumi is not a lover of loving acts. that does not mean he won't give you hugs, specifically—always following the usual "in private" practice, izumi will circle your waist with an arm and holding you close from the side, and when he wants you closer, he just gives up his pride, and holds you firmly in his arms. love really makes a bad effect on izumi, does it?

— nyakaze, 2022. do not plagiarize, repost as yours or translate. reblogs are appreciated <3

hi! may i request with aiku as ex bf?? what would he do to get our hearts back??? (he kinda the one who ask for breakup but he’s still missing us) <3 have a lovely day!!

hiii! thank you for your request, i absolutely LOVED writing this one so much! it has a tiny bit of angst and some fluff. it was such a blast to write, and i hope you enjoy! ₊˚⊹♡

call you mine!

wc: 1.1k + ex-bf!oliver aiku x reader + slight angst + happy ending + fluff + sfw

ex-bf!oliver aiku who breaks up with you over a fancy dinner, holding your hand lightly as he says, “Let’s break up.” 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who watches you leave the restaurant with an expressionless face, your back disappearing out of the door into the rainy, cold night as tears bead on your lashes. He’s too busy for a relationship anyways, he thinks. You were only a distraction to him. This is for the best. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who’s spotted with some famous actress less than a week later, arm wrapped around her waist as he escorts her to some fancy, overpriced hotel—which is something you never experienced when you two were together.

ex-bf!oliver aiku who shows up in the news every now and then, and you find out that he’s had a new girl on his arm almost every week in the couple months following the break-up. Another actress, some rising singer-songwriter, a daughter of a wealthy CEO—he’s running through women faster than you can comprehend. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who puts on his trademark playboy bravado for the media, but can’t deny that there’s an empty hole slowly gnawing at his heart—a hole that your presence used to quietly occupy. It’s slowly breaking him down and he desperately tries to fill in the cracks with woman after woman, but it doesn’t matter. None of them are you. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku drinks away the ache of loneliness every night, finally admitting that breaking up with you was a mistake. Hell, even his parents thought that breaking up with you was a mistake. He misses the way his jersey falls over your frame and the way you’d fall asleep with your head on his shoulder during long flights and the way you smiled and laughed when he cracked a joke and- fuck. He just missed you. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku sends you drunk “I miss you” texts and sober “let’s talk,” ones, only for you to completely ignore them. He jumps at every text notification he gets (though he tries not to) only to be disappointed again and again when he realizes it wasn’t a text from you.

ex-bf!oliver aiku sees you for the first time after the break-up at one of his games—but why’re you cheering for the rival team? 

ex-bf!oliver aiku is consumed by jealousy when he sees you wearing someone else’s jersey. It drives him mad, and he completely crushes the other team, 4-0, as if he’s trying to prove something to you. When the final whistle is blown, he finds you all too easily in the crowd, satisfaction sparking in his stomach when he sees your pretty eyes fixed on him. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku tries to corner you after the game ends, running through the crowd, hand reaching out to tap your shoulder, only for you to slip away and vanish from his sight. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who should be celebrating his devastating win with his teammates is instead holed up in his apartment, drinking his feelings away. He shoots you a drunk “come over” text before passing out, holding his phone to his chest. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who shows up at your door a week later, holding a bouquet of flowers in hand. You’re surprised; he never bought you flowers when you two were together, so why now? 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who asks you, in a smooth, confident voice, “Let’s get dinner tonight.” only for you to reject him. You think about all the times he ignored your texts or forgot an anniversary or ditched a date to go drinking with his friends, and it’s more than enough for you to close the door in his face. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who, despite feeling a pang in his heart when the door shuts in front of him, shows up the next day, and the next, and the next, each time with a new expensive flower arrangement or luxurious self-care gift basket. You shut him down every time, but it doesn’t stop him from showing up the next day, gift in hand. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who starts asking you a question each time he shows up at your door: “What’s your go-to coffee order? What’re your favorite flowers? What styles of jewelry do you like?” 

ex-bf!oliver aiku slowly begins to change, popping up at your door in the chilly mornings to drop off your regular coffee order, and often stopping by in the evenings to hand you a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers or jewelry that’s exactly your style.

ex-bf!oliver aiku does this for two months straight, surprising you with his presents and questions each time he appears at your door, and one day you finally bring yourself to ask him why he’s doing all this. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku, the one who’s usually brimming with confidence, is suddenly shy, his heterochrome eyes cast downwards staring at his feet. He’s silent for a moment, before saying:

“I know I should’ve treated you better. Really. Hell, I never even asked what your favorite flowers were. But I only realized that you put everything into loving me after you were gone, and I felt like shit because I know that I didn’t do the same for you even though you deserved it more than anyone else.”

He pauses for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Drunk texts aside, I miss you. A lot. And I just want to show you that I care about you and am willing to put effort this—into us— if you’ll let me.” 

You’ve never seen the proud play-boy Oliver look so vulnerable, voice soft and back slightly hunched. Clutching the bunch of flowers he’d just brought you, you think for a moment that maybe—maybe, he’s changed. 

And it’s instinct that makes you lean up to his bowed head and place a gentle kiss on his cheek. 

When you pull away, his eyes are wide, jaw dropped halfway open. You give him a hint of a smile. “This weekend. Take me somewhere nice, ‘kay? And don’t be late this time.” 

Without another word, you slip inside, leaving Oliver stunned on your doorstep. 

boyfriend!oliver aiku who shows up outside your door 15 minutes before the arranged time, clean-shaven and dapper in a crisp suit, elegant bouquet of flowers in hand. When you step out of the door, you look so beautiful that for once, Oliver is nervous to take someone out for dinner.

boyfriend!oliver aiku who now brings you flowers on every date, never misses an anniversary, celebrates with you after every game, and never ignores your texts or calls.

boyfriend!oliver aiku who finally recognizes how happy he feels with you at his side, and knows that he’ll never let you go again. 

CONGRATS NATSUNN, ONE OF MYFAV OOMFIES OMG !! YOU MADE IT <333 I'M VERY PROUD OF UUU

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