ALOHA, HAWAII — a suna rintarou smau
the illusion of sipping hawaiian cocktails as you bask under the sun was soon shattered when miya atsumu tells (surprises) you that his best pal, suna rintarou, will be helping you make the finishing touches to his and your cousin’s wedding. the problem? you firmly believe that suna is a cold, inattentive, detached a-grade a-hole, making him the worst wedding planner to ever exist.
alternatively, in which your ex-boyfriend tries to win you over again as the both of you try to plan a wedding together in hawaii.
ex!suna rintarou x fem!reader
genre exes au, timeskip!haikyuu (but not manga accurate), romcom, angst, humour, maybe slowburn
extras like if 50 first dates and mamma mia had a baby, light hearted profanity and death jokes bc they’re effective coping mechanisms for planning a wedding with your ex, forced proximity, swear words, a lil suggestive (wink), yearning, sakuatsu!, google also helps with the wedding planning
playlist baby, i love your way by big mountain | gimme! gimme! gimme! (a man after midnight) by abba | voulez-vous by abba | bahama by aespa | amber by 311 | please please please by sabrina carpenter | another day by paul mccartney | sad girl by lana del rey | slow dancing in a burning room by john mayer | us. by gracie abrams (ft. taylor swift) | 21 by gracie abrams | we can’t be friends (wait for your love) by ariana grande | love song by 311 | video games by lana del rey | i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys | so high school by taylor swift
notes HERE IT ISSSS the first smau series on this blog and it’s only right that i do it w my man suna rintarou ◡̈ hope you guys are gonna enjoy this just as much as i do aaaaa
status ongoing
the leads ; also featuring
intro
i. family ties
ii. meet cute in hawaii (?)
iii. they're both sakusa!
iv. you meet people twice
v. pride and friendship
vi. all in the past
vii. baby steps
viii. #throwbackthursday
tbc...
taglist is open!
─── 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄
+ itoshi sae x f!reader | wc 1.6k
notes: this man is taking over my life >:( if anyone knows how to get over him pls let me know i hate him <3
summary: nothing’s necessary except his talent in soccer, until you appeared. and now, he’s got a new challenge.
itoshi sae is great with soccer—anything that involves him on the pitch, he’ll ace it. he excels at everything he learns on the field, easy as pie.
he’s never really bothered to try to be good at anything else.
as his girlfriend, you know this. you’ve seen him perform and it makes you wonder why someone like him is even with you.
but that makes it especially funny in times like this, when you see him staring at his laundry in shock because his whites turned pink.
“what the fuck?” he’s mumbling to himself, and you’re trying not to snicker from his living room, pressing your lips together.
it’s also funny when you hear him groaning from the kitchen, making you switch your camera off as you play hooky from your lecture and tiptoe out to see what happened.
you wonder how much you’d get if you photographed him right now, staring panickedly at his frying pan, his grilled chicken burnt to a crisp.
sometimes you can’t hold in your laughter, like right now, and sae whips his head around to glare at you.
“you know, i can cook dinner if you want,” you offer him.
sae scoffs, waving you away, “i can do it. just go back to your lecture.”
he’s stubborn, and you think that’s adorable, so you leave him to it.
you ate very tough skinless chicken that night. you told him it’s not bad, just to spare his feelings.
“you’re really quite hopeless with all of this,” you mumble absentmindedly as you look at your white dress shirt, a hole in the shoulder blade.
“shut up, i’ll get you a new one,” sae grumbles, grabbing it from you and tossing it in the bin.
it’s really quite cute how he tries to help with your chores, especially when he found out how swamped you are with finals and your part-time job as a receptionist at a big shot law firm. sae can be thoughtful when he tries to be.
sure, he ends up being more trouble than help, but you’re kind of entertained by his fuck ups so you let him be. it’s part of his many charms; he is an absolute beast on the field, but he’s like a child outside of it. he’s grumpy and stubborn and such a baby. you’re wondering if he can ever live alone because of it.
“here, wear mine,” sae says, offering you his white button down shirt instead.
you weren’t exactly living together, but you stay over sometimes, and most times he’s the one staying over, only because your apartment is more well-equipped for day to day life.
and by that you mean that, at the very least, your fridge is well stocked, vegetables and meat and whatnot, and you have detergents and bathing necessities and everything a guest could possibly need.
meanwhile, even if sae’s apartment is ten times more beautiful and luxurious than yours, his fridge is empty because he always orders takeout without you around, and he only has just enough supplies for himself. which isn’t a crime, but obviously he hasn’t had much of his past girlfriends staying over because he got stressed that one time he had to buy you pads and tampons.
you smile to yourself when you remember how panicked he was while he was at the feminine care aisle in the supermarket, rambling on and on about how people are staring at him because he kept taking all the different brands because he doesn’t know what the fuck you like.
he ended up giving up and getting one of each, and you’re greeted by one of his fanpages on instagram posting about it, a sighting by one of their followers coupled with a picture of sae trying to hide in the hood of his jacket, face beet red while the cashier processed his entire basket of tampons.
now his house has a whole year’s worth of tampon supply.
that was also the night where everyone found out he had a girlfriend.
“you wanna head out for dinner later?” you ask him as you button up his shirt on yourself.
sae drags his eyes over your body. you look good in his shirt, he should let you wear his stuff more often. but you turn his way and he averts his gaze just in time.
“sure, you end at 8?”
you nod.
“fine, i’ll pick you up later,” sae says and shoos you out the door. he glances at the clock on your wall.
3pm. he has about four hours to settle this.
you find sae parked outside the lobby when you end your shift.
“have fun with your dreamy boyfriend,” the other receptionist coos, shooting you a knowing look before she walks off with a wink.
you bid her goodbye and then turn your attention back to your boyfriend, who’s so busy with his phone that he doesn’t even notice you coming.
if someone were to tell the old you that you and sae would turn out to be lovers in the future, you’d have laughed your ass off. he used to be nothing more than someone you used to watch at soccer matches, just some guy who seemed to live in such a different world than yours that you never imagined you’d ever get together with him.
who knew that a single conversation you had with him at the age of seventeen could’ve spurred you to where you are now, age twenty-one and still very much in love with each other?
maybe you should’ve flirted with sae sooner. maybe you should’ve annoyed the shit out of him and made him notice you more before that night.
but you’re not complaining—you’re happy with where you are right now.
you’re getting good grades at school, your employers are very satisfied with you and would offer you a permanent position there any time, and you have a wonderful boyfriend, even if he is surly and inexpressive most of the time.
“hey there,” you greet as you get into his car, and sae gets spooked so much he drops his phone on the ground. again, one of his many charming qualities. you note how he hates horror, the complete opposite of his brother.
sae’s ears turn red from embarrassment, but he picks his phone off the ground and drives off, a hand on the steering wheel and his other hand on your thigh.
“were you busy earlier?” you ask sae once you’re both halfway into dinner, suddenly remembering how he chased you out of the house.
sae cocks his brow, “not really, just had a meeting.”
“oh, with who?”
you’re wondering whether it was with his manager, maybe there’s more sponsorship deals for him. or maybe it was with his coach, about soccer stuff you wouldn’t understand.
“your parents,” he says, so nonchalantly you almost think he’s kidding.
“wait, baby what?”
sae’s eyes flick up from his dinner to you, long lashes framing those pretty teal eyes. his hair looks so soft you kind of want to run your hands through them, but you tell yourself to focus now.
“they just wanted to talk to me because i sent them an alarming text,” he says, not so helpfully because he doesn’t elaborate further. plus, the fact that his face is as stoic as ever doesn’t alleviate your worries that it’s something bad.
“what did you tell them?”
sae’s expression doesn’t change. “secret.”
“babe, you’re killing me.”
sae sighs, his hand in yours as the both of you walk back to your apartment. “the last thing i would do is kill you,” he says, fumbling for his copy of the keys to your apartment. “who’s gonna do my laundry for me then?”
you slap him on his arm, getting to hear him snicker for the first time tonight. he unlocks your door and lets you walk in first, and the moment you do, you’re frozen in position.
there’s rose petals on the floor, scattered around the living room. there’s photos hanging off of delicately strung ropes, all photos of you and sae. photos of the both of you the first time you spoke on the pitch, photos of you meeting his parents and brother, photos of your first couples trip to europe. your coffee table has become a makeshift photo spread, even more photos spread out on it.
“w-what’s all this?” it comes out as a whisper, but sae hears you.
you feel his arms wrap around your waist from behind, a pair of lips pressing a kiss onto your temple. “i love you, y/n,” he whispers, and you think you’re dreaming because he rarely ever says it, he’s more the kind of person that shows it.
but in this moment, it’s both. and you’re overwhelmed, in a good way.
itoshi sae is great with soccer, and he’s never felt the need to even try and be good at anything else. but not now, not anymore.
when you turn around, sae is on one knee, a beautiful bright diamond ring sitting in a velvet box on his palm.
“marry me, y/n,” sae asks, in a very sae-like manner. like he knows your answer and he’s cutting to the chase.
you tell him yes anyway, because there’s no way you’d ever say no.
that night as the both of you lay in your bed, nervous fingers twiddling with each other’s, each of you looking into the other’s eyes, sae’s decided on his life mission.
sure, he’s probably a pain in your ass when it comes to household chores. but he’ll learn. he’s also probably insufferable when he’s being stubborn, but he’d never want to be someone else’s problem.
for you, he’d do anything. for you, he’d put everything else second. for you, he’s going to be the best husband there ever was.
Ah yes, the fresh scent of butterfly pea tea and salty tears with a bit of brie and rougefort . The best afternoon teatime combination.🤌
Synopsis: They say something hurtful to their s/o and make them cry
Characters: Ace Trappola, Jade Leech, Leona KingScholar, and Riddle Rosehearts
Warnings: This is MUCH longer than part one.
Part (2/2)
Read the first half: here
{A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s the second edition, as promised! This took 3 sittings to write lol. Sorry for the boring formatting but I don’t think I have the guts to deal with tumblr today.}
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i just KNOW otoya said hawk tuah 😭🙏🏽
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KIM DOKJA BOYFRIEND TEXTS AND TWEETS
kim dokja x gender neutral reader
established relationship, canon compliant, beginningish of manwha, in a world where you guys have access to twitter. you both know you’re in a novel.
this is for a very niche audience aka me and @ihearttori
OLD MONEY
kamisato ayato x fem!reader | genshin smau
➢ PLOT: both coming from the two noble families of inazuma, your fate of being married to someone was bound to happen centuries ago. in order to honor the clan, you had the obligation to marry a kamisato, not just any kamisato. the head of the kamisato clan—kamisato ayato.
➢ GENRE: strangers to lovers, arranged marriage, modern au, slight slow burn.
➢ STATUS: [ 04. 08. 23 ] ; on-going.
➢ TAGLIST: open (send an ask or a reply to be added !)
PROFILES: raiden’s camarilla | kamisato’s cabal
SEASON 1:
episode 1- stood up?
episode 2- delighted to make your acquaintance
episode 3- don’t take me for a fool
episode 4- nepo baby
episode 5- she want you fr
episode 6- can i have a hug?
episode 7- official announcement
taglist (open): @ivermouth @cypressmoons @xerafr @aixaingela @ayatoq @siasseltzers @qwnelisa @yuellii @yuusishi @whaloreos @seikaitoshi @eternal-dokja @yunicide @thelonelyarchon
Could you do prompt 9 with Kaiser please with a big, shiny, juicy cherry on top
prompt: "kiss. now." tags: f!reader, established relationship, pouty kaiser, spoiled kaiser, fluffy kaiser, whiny kaiser. note: anon, because of this request, i am in dire need of a kaiser. pls. just one.
"why do you keep throwing tantrums?" you sigh, looking at your pouty baby of a boyfriend who's been glaring at his cup of gelato like it might be the start of a plague. "we can't fix it if you won't say what the problem is."
you sigh again, rolling your eyes when his glare moves to your innocent cup of gelato.
"my incredibly handsome, amazingly talented, and spectacularly wealthy boyfriend," you sigh out in a perky tone, cringing at yourself for the words. "i can't fix it if you won't tell me what's wrong. so please, baby, enlighten me."
kaiser's lips twitch, a small smile appearing that brightens his whole visage. you have to keep a snort to yourself, knowing just how much your lover loves to be complimented and babied.
"oh?" the smile stays on his face, molding into a grin as he leans his head on his hand. the tip of kaiser's ears turn red, the nape of his neck warm. "so now you finally call me baby?"
you blink, wondering what he means.
"oh, don't play dumb." the blush stays on kaiser's face even when he scowls, almost like a cat who got drenched in water. "you haven't called me baby all day. what is wrong with you?"
"is that what this is about, baby?" you coo, pouting in a way that's both mocking and sweet. a trick you specifically learned from him. "is my pretty baby upset about that? i'm sorry. i should've paid more attention to my baby."
kaiser scowls, an ugly expression that becomes so entirely pretty because it's his. "i want an apology," he grumbles, crossing his hands in front of his chest. "kiss. now."
you lean into him, placing a hand on the side of his neck, your finger trailing his rose tattoo. even with your eyes closed, you remember its distinct shape.
when you lean away, the red on his skin has turned into a full-blown blush. your lover closely resembles a tomato with how red he's become. he glares even when there's no real heat in his eyes, his mouth pressed into a pout. you can only giggle, deciding that he's pretty cute when he's blushing like that.
BUN 💞💞💞💞💞💞
BUN💞💞💞💞💞💞
BUN💞💞💞💞💞💞
Some fav genshin girls as bunny~ i need to do something to tribute before Xiao come~
NIGHTFALL AU BABEY!!!!
A Drabble on discord that got out of control. Oops-
Nightfall Leona x diplomat reader
You’ve been sent to situations less tense then this.
It’s ironic, as someone who’s worked with the government before. Intertwining your fingers, your nails dug deep into the flesh of your palm. A deterrent from trembling. Shaking. A flaw in your composure.
You know. The moment they even smell a hint of weakness from you, the slightest bit of fear, and it’s over. They’ll surround you like a pack of scavengers, tearing into you like you’re their last meal.
”It’ll be an easy job! Just talk to them. It’s what you’re trained to do, after all!”
You could still hear the laughter from your boss echoing in your ears. The vague assurances of backup. The way his hand slammed against your back casually, telling you that you would be fine. There was nothing to fear, really.
Yet amid the cloying, choking stench of cigarette smoke and the mournful moans of the ocean’s waves, you’ve never felt more afraid.
Sighing, you lean against one of the harbour’s posts. Glancing around warily, gaze flickering from one end to the other. Waiting for some cars to roll up, or a suited figure to approach. Any signs of them. The Savanaclaw clan, known for their brutality. Crime scenes involving their members were known to be incredibly gory. Spilled guts torn out of their victims’s gut, blood splattered across the walls…
A living nightmare.
A click has your back snapping upright, tense. You would know that click anywhere, even in your sleep. That was the sound of the safety being clicked off a gun. A god damned gun.
The cool metal of the gun’s nuzzle jabbed into your spine. A silent threat. Move one step, and you’ll have lead blasted right through your body.
“This is a easy job!” Crowley said.
Cursing under your breath, you vowed to pluck that crow bald the next time you see him. If you even see him again.
The gun jutted into the curve of your spine, inciting a dull throbbing pain blaring through your skin. Slowly, you raised your hands. A symbol of surrender, meant to pacify.
“I mean no harm.”
You said, forcing your words to sound somewhat calm. Despite your sweaty palms. Despite the rapid pace of your heart, trashing against its cage of bone. Despite the mind-numbing all consuming fear gnawing at the back of your mind right now.
A deep drawl spoke from behind, voice the rich consistency of finely aged wine. It slipped into your ears smoothly, almost like a seductress’ sultry purr.
“‘Course you don’t. Lil’ herbivore coming here all alone…”
A weight pressed against your chest. A hand, fingers rough with callouses. Patting you down. His touch doesn’t linger any longer then necessary, at least. You’re thankful for that.
“Unarmed, at that.”
His hand rests on your waist, before he tightens his grip. Twisting you around with the mere strength of his one arm, forcing you to look at him.
Eyes of emerald, marred by a scar running jagged through one. Like a bolt of lightning, slicing through his skin. Carmel locks of hair fall from his shoulders, braided on one end. The mane of a lion. The leader, of a pack.
There was just something about his gaze that made you want to bow. You resisted the urge, opting instead to draw your lips back, a thin line.
“You’ll think by now that bird would learn to take better care of his things.” A finger slides down the curve of your chin, tilting your head up firmly.
“I am an envoy of the Night Raven Fraction.” You growled, unable to keep the malice out of your voice.
“Unhand me.”
“Tch, feisty little thing, aren’t you? Can’t say you don’t have spunk.
Why don’t you come to my side instead? Might be better then working with an idiot who doesn’t even arm their diplomat before wandering right into the lion’s den.”
You blinked, surprised. All of the ways you predicted this would go, recruitment wasn’t one of them.
“And if I refuse?”
A hearty chuckle, dripping with malice. Those emerald eyes narrow at you, gleaming with a cruel amusement of a cat with its new toy.
“Did I ever say I was asking?”
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Masterlist l
Masterlist ll
Creativity Trades
Calamity
Ace 🔷
“You think keeping me here changes things? I still hate you, Floyd.” ♦️
“Hey, are you alright?” Ace♦️
“What are you doing with that camera, Rook?”♦️
“Ace, I’m losing my appetite…”🔷
Leona🔷
“If you wanted my attention so bad, you could’ve said so instead getting all comfortable with them(first year/floyd)” Jade♦️
"Hmm..? -Ehe- I was waiting for you" Jade🔷
Riddle 🔷
The Faded Moon
Prologue
Juna @mochidreambubble
Yuuliy @the-v-lociraptor
Marx and Pythios @justm3di0cr3
Fanart by @justm3di0cr3
Yumena @the-dumber-scaramouche
Siphok, Anan and Charin @siphoklansan
Fanart by @siphoklansan
Shieri @miss-hyoko
Fawn and Renee @cynthinesia
Cloche @robo-milky
Fanart by @robo-milky
Dreamy Day
Lights, Camera… (Vil)
Challenges (Leona)
Reflection (Lilia)
Thank you (Jamil)
Touch (Jamil)
Take my hand (Sebek)
✦ BIRTHDAY PRINCESS
✦ one shot ,, michael kaiser x gn!reader
✦ content:: coming back from an overseas match, kaiser didn't expect to find you literally slide towards him to greet him for his birthday
fluff/crack, 1580 words
additional:: reader has ZERO shame, affectionate asf reader, slight suggestive joke but it's so corny we js ignore it, loving kaiser so hard he almost freaks out but the keyword is almost, author did not know what she was doing, semi-rushed ending but that's because author wanted to clutch this for his birthday, swearing warning though I believe people are already used to that
You had a card up your sleeve.
No, seriously. You had a card up your sleeve at the moment. Not a playing card, though. It was a birthday card. For who? Your not-so-lovely boyfriend: Michael Kaiser. Well, now that you think of it, you did have another card up your sleeve. You planned to be a little devious. Just a little. You swear you won't be a public nuisance by doing this.
It's December 24th, a few minutes before midnight. You were in a private lobby of an airport, equipped with a portable speaker and a semi-charged phone, waiting for Kaiser— who was returning from an overseas match— just so you could drive him back home and make him your passenger prince, as a sign of affection, of course.
You kept looking around, staring at the signs that showed flights, waiting for his flight's status to turn to ‘arrived’. It's been a good few hours of waiting, already. You swore you got here right when the sun finished setting. This shit is taking forever. Then again, it was the holidays, so it's to be expected that places like the airport were bustling with people and fully booked flights, which might be the cause of delays.
Right as you thought you might crash out from waiting, they finally announced the planet's arrival. You ascended in joy, proceeding to basically cheer to the heavens above inwardly. You burnt holes into the door of the lobby with just your gaze, going back to your plan of totally not embarrassing both of you in front of the team.
The entrance handle twisted, and the door opened. You see the iconic blond and blue locks as he walks through, and you're filled with familiarity. On cue, you press the play button on your phone, making his eyes snap to you as the audio plays obnoxiously loud through the room.
You catch a brief glimpse of a judgemental expression on Kaiser's face. He barely had any time to ask you what in the actual hell you were doing, before you were already sliding to him on your knees, in sync with the lyrics from the song that blasted from the speakers connected to your phone
“THERE GOES MY BABYYYY.”
“What the fuck–?” his curse was cut off by you making contact with him. He was utterly flabbergasted, and you were just calmly latching onto his torso, just like the clip of this trend you were referencing. Kaiser suddenly grows aware of what was going on, as well as his surroundings, and he suddenly felt like hissing and thrashing away from you like an angry cat that did not want to be picked up.
You were not letting go, though.
With your arms wrapped around his waist, you were completely content with staying like that beside him. He was comfortable to hold, anyway.
Yes, you were just completely ignoring the way he was attempting to peel you off of him like you were some disgusting tick that clung to him. You could tell some of his teammates in the room were staring at you two, too, but you could care less. Hey! At least you didn't do this in public public, right?
You acquired a minor bruise on your side because of that little stunt.
Kaiser accidentally kicked you while trying to shake you off of him. But you could say it was worth it. You wanted to try the trend on him, but he didn't agree like the killjoy he was, saying that ‘he wasn't gonna entertain any of your fantasies about being able to hold him like that, even though that desperate display might be amusing.’ This was the only opportunity you could think of. You definitely had no other choice, so fuck it, you went ball and did it.
Now, he was staring at you— practically scolding you silently. You smiled it off because you were just a chill guy. “I have another card up my sleeve,” you remarked. That sentence alone had him debating whether to question how he was into you or to play along. Kaiser decided to do both, with the former being to himself, and the latter being what he did to you.
“Don't you dare pull some weird shit,” he muttered under his breath, sounding a bit exasperated, before sighing and replying more forwardly. “And that is?” Kaiser prompted, waiting for you to reveal whatever you wanted to show him now. He watches you reach into your sleeve, pulling out an actual card. You took his hand, planting the parchment into his palm— facing down— before retracting your arms, wearing an innocent smile in your face that just screamed mischief.
He looked back and forth between you and the letter in his hands, like you just handed him a ticking bomb. “It's a card for you. Open it,” you urged, and Kaiser could notice how enthusiastic you were, eager to see him read whatever was written. He hesitantly turned his gaze back down at it, unfolding and reading it, purposefully not out loud because he just knows it’s some bizzare freak.
Happy Birth ay!
I’ll give you the d later. ;)
These words were bolded. Kaiser’s eyes went back to you— still smiling with faux innocence— and stared at you disapprovingly, as if you were some abnormality. “...What the fuck?” he asks, making you grin wider in your successful tomfoolery. It was too late for this— or rather, too early. It's already 12 in the morning.
“Isn’t it amazing?” you comment, being met with the card being thrown to you, lightly making contact with your face. You gasped in overdramatic offence, easily catching the piece of paper. “Wow, you have no taste in absolute art,” you remark, leading to Kaiser sneering at you.
“I do. You're the one who doesn't,” he replied, heading away from you and to the exit of the airport, acting like he doesn't know you once passing by a more crowded area. He wasn't gonna associate with your weirdness.
You went after him with the straightest face you could muster. You were nonchalant like that.
Going to his car, he raised an eyebrow when you led him towards the side where the passenger seat was. He was skeptical about you driving. Who can blame him? He rarely sees you drive, plus it's late at night— though he figures you were less tired than him for still being this energetic. He can trust you with not crashing the car this one time, maybe.
You opened the door for him, really putting in effort into making sure he had full service. Inside the vehicle, the first thing he sees is a bouquet of blue roses on the seat. Then, he notices the little crocheted dog plushie beside it. He turns to look at you, a smirk etching on his face, but you could tell it almost resembled a genuine smile. “You've outdone yourself, huh? I'll give you an A for actually pulling this off.”
“How generous of you,” you say in return, gently closing the car door after him. Once you were in the car, yourself, you started the engine, doing all the necessary safety shit like buckling in your seatbelt and whatnot.
When you turned over to where Kaiser was, he was staring at you. Not in the cute affectionate way, more like he was observing you. “Don’t crash,” he instructs after a short, silent staring contest. You simply smile innocently in return— you've been doing that a lot for a while now— and look back to the steering wheel, putting your hand on it and stepping on the pedal.
How fortunate. You can actually drive decently. Enough to bring you two safely from one point to another.
The plush and flowers were placed on his lap, and he found himself fiddling with the blue petals. Usually, he hates surprises. As well as presents. But coming from you, he supposes it's an exception. It might even be endearing. But perhaps that was just his personal bias due to being your boyfriend.
Kaiser leans on the car window, feeling the cool glass against his skin. You could almost feel those azure eyes watching you while you navigate through the streets, but you kept your own on the road. You could see how his gaze is almost soft, and how the mask of confidence and self-assurance he refused to not wear around others wasn't plastered on his face. You could tell that it was a sight that only you had the privilege of seeing.
It was nice to see him be like this— genuine without hiding behind a constructed facade. It might be cheesy, but you’d forever cherish the way he willingly lets his guard down around you. You could say that that's one of the reasons you like to do things for him.
And to him, having you— someone he found himself genuinely trusting— around was alike to having found a solace. Like a place of refuge. Whenever it was just you and him, he didn't have to be Kaiser: the German prodigy, a football star. He could just be Michael.
Plus, though he might never admit it to you nor himself, he's found himself starting to like the way you give him affection. He's been deprived of it for too long, and you're willing and ready to give it to him with warmth.
Maybe he could get used to gifts— especially when it's coming from you.
(a/n):: I can't do this I love him sm ANW happy birthday Kaiser ml my pretty wife <33 and Merry Christmas to those who celebrate!!
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