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pashminalamb · 1 year

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𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐀 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 '𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭.' 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟐

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐜 : 𝟔.𝟗𝐤

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐭��𝐫.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 : 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

୨⍣୧｡ (𝐀/𝐍) : 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝!

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 : 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 : 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬��𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 : @𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬-𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲.

𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

'Miffy.'

'Hm?' 'Sweet little bunny.' 'Miffy.'

' ‘S that?'

'Miffy, miffy, miffy, run!' you exclaimed, pouncing on Nagi, fingers set to work as you tickled his sides, making him squirm. That was probably the most beautiful laugh you had ever heard, his voice echoing through the walls of your shared bedroom after his nap.

A memory that seemed so long ago.

“How long do you plan on staying here?”

You didn’t answer, turning to face the back of the cushion. Anri sighed, walking over to the sofa and sitting on the empty space beside you.

“You know that you have to talk to him right?” “There’s no point.” “But-” “There’s no point, Anri. He made it clear. I’m like rocks in his shoe and I’m dragging him down. He doesn’t need me for his success, all he needs are his legs. And he’s also starting to get tired of me.” you drawled.

You had crashed over at Anri’s place three days ago, not a single text or phone call from him. Showed how much he cared.

Anri’s company had helped as you sobbed over Soba with her hand patting your back, assuring you that he hadn’t meant what he said and maybe he was overworked, but her words of assurance had turned into false hope with the coming of day two and no sign of communication. It was currently day three and there were still no signs of Nagi, checking your contact.

“Active 20 minutes ago.” The chances of him wanting to talk seemed slim and neither did you initiate conversations with him. It seemed like it was time to go on a house hunt.

Nagi stared at the name tag of his game character on screen. “Miffy.” His nickname.

‘You know… you remind me of something or someone when your mouth is like that…’ you trailed, holding your chin in thought. After pondering over the thought for a bit, you remembered, humming the theme song.

‘Miffy, miffy, miffy run!’ you sang, making Nagi confused. ‘You seem to be singing a horror song quite sweetly.’ he remarked, making you scoff.

‘It’s miffy the rabbit. Look.’ you said, pulling out your phone to show him the image and then compare it one of his own.

‘That’s not a very nice thing to say.’ Nagi said, snatching your phone out of your hands. ‘If you call me miffy, then you’re Annabelle like that creepy doll.’ he said. Belle for short; belle meant beautiful but you didn’t need to know that.

When was the last time he had called you that or had even been called ‘miff’, ‘miffs’ or ‘Miffy’? The first day, Nagi was heated, not bothering to ponder over what he said, walking back to his laptop right after he had the argument with you. Day two Nagi didn’t seem to miss you in the morning either, going about his usual routine. It was when the dusk came that he had begun to realize how lonely he had become, his eyes constantly watching the clock, the time coming close to ten thirty in the night when he knew you’d come home.

But you never did.

Dinner was lonely, the scraping of his chopsticks against the plate was the only sound to keep him company along with sounds that came from the laptop; washing the plates after, his body waiting for the hugs you would give him from behind while he splashed water on the cutlery.

Being in bed was lonely; his body missing the warmth of yours or the way you curled into him, your legs entwining with his, not to move as the two of you slept soundly for hours, even admiring each other when you were awake, his hands caressing you softly as he would leave soft kisses on your face while you would do the same.

Morning came.

“Belle, Can you shut the curtains?”

But you weren’t there, his mouth betraying him. The same mouth that uttered the words,

You’re like the rocks in my shoe and you’re starting to drag me down. I’m so tired of you.

He said that didn’t he; not caring for the gravity it held or how much it could shatter everything the two of you had built. Why did he even say it? Maybe he wasn’t thinking straight or it was the moment of anger for everything to be handled, the boiling of the pot, the details of the match he was watching, the absolute focus that he needed to zero in to understand what was going on… there were many excuses for what he did, but it wouldn’t bring you back would it? Practices seemed the same, but he never felt the comfort he needed from his teammates; giving him a pat on the back when he had played well on the field or being tackled in a sweaty hug when they had won.

He missed your scent.

He missed you. He missed everything you had to give him, now breaking through the surface of the things he had taken for granted. It was on the dusk of the third day he had finally snapped. He couldn’t take it anymore; the silence, the loneliness or the racing of his heart when he would watch the time hoping to hear the opening of the front door as you walked in only to be disappointed when there was not a sound of a shoe being dropped or the clicking of the door in place with your footsteps to follow. Grabbing his coat, he picked up his phone from the coffee table, scrolling to Anri’s contact.

You had to be there. Walking out of the lobby of the building, Seishiro walked towards his car, revving up the engine. ��Hello?” “Anri. Are they there?”

Looking back at you as you held the warm mug between your hands while staring at the window into the skyline playing music through your headphones, Anri covered the phone whispering into the phone. “Yes.” “Good. I’m gonna be there in another fifteen minutes.” he said, his hand on the driving wheel. “Keep the door open.” he said abruptly, throwing his phone into the backseat of the car.

He had to see you. His belle.

Pulling into the parking lot, he wasted no time, pressing the button of the elevator, foot tapping in frustration as he watched the numbers descend as it finally arrived at the ground floor. It made him no less frustrated when he saw the numbers rising towards Anri’s house. Damn Anri just had to get the condo on the topmost floor. Seishiro ran as soon as the elevator door opened, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms again, hands reaching the doorframe of the open door. Taking deep breaths he moved towards the living room. You were there. Headphones on your ears, a warm mug in your hands engulfed in a large sweater as you stared at the street below you.

Seishiro knew that music was a way to drown your sorrow, blocking out the noises around you to give you a space of your own, where no one could touch you.

Had he put you through that much pain, not bothering to console you or apologize for what he did? Looking to the side, he watched as Anri gave him a reassuring nod.

He could fix this.

Laying a gentle hand on your shoulder, he felt you go stiff. You knew that touch. Turning your head slowly, you watched as Seishiro stared at you, eyes tired and lips letting out soft breaths, taking the headphones from your ears.

He felt like he could breathe again, resting his forehead against yours, his palms laying open against your cheeks. You dragged your fingertips around his wrists, the pads of it digging into the flesh of it. You hadn’t forgotten what he said. Pressing his forehead to yours, he knew what you wanted to say without the words escaping you.

Laying a kiss on the tip of your nose, he pulled his face away from yours, gray eyes staring into yours, your eyes on his lips mouthing the words. “I know.” “I’m sorry.”

“I’m so sorry, belle.” he said, his hands dragging from your cheeks to the side of your neck, feeling your pulse, proceeding to the middle of your back and pulling you into him, feeling the whole of you against him. Nuzzling his head into the shoulder of your sweater, he took a deep breath, the scent of you. Home.

“You really hurt me, you know that?” you said, hands pulling at the collar of his coat. “I really want you to feel how much you hurt but I can’t do that to you.” clenching the material of his coat into your fists.

Even if he had hurt you, you didn’t hold any malice against him. You could have done many things from shouting the words of his failure that you witnessed when you watched him play on the field, digging into old wounds. But you didn’t. This isn't a sign of weakness. It was a sign of strength and patience along with the hope that you were willing to mend things even if he had caused damage to it.

“I know,” he said, running his hands through your hair. “I’m sorry.” “I was… alone.”

‘So was I.’

“Am I really the stones in your shoes dragging you down?” Nagi knew the answer to that question. Three days were spent searching what you were to him, the question you asked shaking everything the two of you stood for. Taking your face into his hands, he pulled away from you, staring into your eyes with nothing but affection as his thumb stroked along your cheek, your glazed eyes that had tears pooling on the corner of your lash line.

He knew the answer.

“You’re my wings, belle. Even when I’m on the field. You make me soar.”

Sweet words were never Nagi’s forté, but he knew that if he was going to have you, he needed more than that. Nodding, he got on his knees, looking up at you. “It’s been three days (y/n). I… I know what kind of a person I am. I haven’t had to work for anything really… just. I’ve always had it. And at times I take things for granted even if that isn’t my intention. But… It looks like I pushed it too far this time. And I know I did. Just… come back to our apartment. It doesn’t seem the same without you and I don’t think I can sleep another night alone. I can’t keep touching the sheets or look around to see if you’re there. I… I’m tired (y/n).” Seishiro said, hands taking yours as he looked up at you.

He was just as tired as you. Being one of the best on the field needed a right mindset; the lack of emotional and physical affection taking a toll on him. Seishiro had learnt that touch was one of the most important forms of communication; a way to assure someone, reminding the times when you would squeeze his shoulder eased his burdens, the way you would wipe away food from his face when he was eating, the time you would wash his back when he was tired from practice.

He missed it.

Kneeling down, you joined him on the floor, your hands cupping his, giving an assuring squeeze.

“Let’s go home, Miffy.” Nagi’s eyes widened at the pet name, yet his gaze softened at the fondness of it. Reaching home, Seishiro never let go of you, dragging you into the bath, letting the comfort of the hot water surround the both of you, the hot liquid washing the sorrow his words away as it ran down your body; while the water washed away the feeling of emptiness Nagi felt when you weren’t around, hands clinging to your naked body, feeling your raw form against him as he leaned on the wall behind.

Dinner was quiet, with Seishiro watching you put every morsel into your mouth; not blinking for a minute, afraid that the moment would be lost if he closed his eyes. Taking a piece of food between your chopsticks you held it up to his lips.

“Eat.”

With the coming of the night, you could feel Seishiro toss and turn, hand reaching out to your side of the bed, patting down your face in your sleep to make sure you were there. Sighing, you turned over to his side, hugging him from behind while he did the same, curling his body into you.

He felt safe and finally at home.

𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

Aiku held up the picture for what seemed the longest time cuts on his fingers, the blood seeping into the corner of the photograph. He remembered the time he had taken that picture.

“With that kind of staring, you sure you’re not trying to burn a hole into their bathing suits? Then again you’d like that wouldn’t you, perv.” you scoffed, lifting a hand to cover the glare of the sun.

“I came here to spend time with you, not my fault that I just so happened to be here and there are girls in bathing suits here as well…” he said, with a playful push.

“Tch. Why am I even dating you?” “Because I’m special, obviously.” “I wonder why… I didn’t run out of olive oil.” you said, snickering.

“Oh you think that’s funny?” he said, grabbing you and placing you on his lap. He playfully bit the side of your cheek, making you laugh. Taking out his phone, he had captured the moment, making sure to use it for later, printing the photo and using it when he moved into the penthouse.

“Olive oil.” He turned to look at you. Lifting your hands to make a heart you teased him.

“Olive you.” earning a sigh and an eye roll from him.

“You know there’s the Olive theory?” “I wonder when you’re going to run out of olive jokes.” he commented, setting his feet on top of the coffee table.

“There’ll be many as long as you’re around me you know?”

The olive theory; Oliver hated Olives and you loved them, and that’s what made the perfect relationship. A relationship that went to ruin because of him.

“Bambi…” he murmured, stroking the side of the picture that had your face in it. Oliver never had a stable person in his life. Sure, there were his parents, and his teammates, but there wasn’t a person who lasted long enough to be called his own; dating around only for the purpose of fame or the motive of finding further relations given that he was a football player, maybe you were one of the people that held a significant place in his life.

Oliver watched as you drove away into the night from the balcony, the gentle breeze blowing through his hair, the penthouse now empty and the photoframe broken with pieces of glass loose on the floor. He walked over to it, picking up the frame, fingers digging into the smaller pieces of glass, leaving light cuts on his fingers as picked up the picture.

The two of you seemed so happy that day, the picture reminding him of more memories he had made with you.

Mirror in the front, you sat beside him, painting the dye into his hair. Rather than getting it done by his usual hairstylist, he had insisted on you doing it, wanting to promote the notion of getting into ‘couple goals.’ taking a picture of you while you worked for keeps sake. Washing his hair out and shaking all the water off on you to make you squeal. Coming home from practices, he would test your patience, laying on top of you when he reeked of sweat while you were comfortable watching television, only to be dragged into the shower when he insisted you take a bath with him.

Oliver felt calm when you washed his hair, your fingertips lightly scratching his scalp, the soft tugs of his hair as he groaned from the relaxation he felt, hands coming to the temples of his head to rub lines into his eyebrows and under his eyes including the massages you would give him before bed, acute pressure under his feet and pressing on his calves.

He would run faster and better the next day, body feeling light and healthy on the field.

To show his gratefulness all he did was appear drunk and create messes for you to clean; not giving you attention in weeks. You just gave and gave didn’t you? And all he did was take, not bothering to ask or give you something back in return. You were satisfied with his kisses and his performance on the field. Unlike his previous exes, you weren’t demanding on dates, instead making memories with him at home when he was tired from the days activities of being captain and being a defender.

Japan had its defender in a single piece because of you.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he scrolled to your contact. “Bambi.”

“You’re a lot like Bambi.” “I would say I’m a lot like Thumper.” “No. You’re like Bambi.” “Why?”

“Because you’re always prancing around like some young fawn, stumbling over your feet. Never sit still.” or maybe it was because of your doe eyes that he had named you that.

Tapping on the contact, the phone rang a few times, until it went silent. You weren’t responding to him.

He tried sending you texts, none of them were seen, only left on delivery. Time seemed to be going slow for Aiku, watching as the minute ticked by on his phone the numbers changing on the screen. Time went so painfully slow that he didn’t know what to do with himself.

You weren’t going to respond to him on chats? That was fine. Maybe you’ll respond to him when he makes it to social media, clicking a picture of his hand which had been cut, caption : Hurt. By morning, his dms were flooded,

‘Omg! You should have that checked!’ ‘How did this happen to you?’

‘Need me to take care of it, handsome ;o ?’

None of them were from you; the words he said setting in as night came and the bed was lonely.

‘You know that you’re replaceable right? It’s not like I’m running out of options anytime soon.’ Options… the word weighing heavy on his tongue.

You weren’t a choice, you were an option.

A demeaning word for someone who had taken care of him in all the kind ways possible wasn’t it?

Options were the people who had thrown themselves on him; smothering him with the love he didn’t need or want. What he wanted was different; respect, patience and affection. A patience that had run thin because of his actions.

It wasn’t difficult for Oliver to replace a person, he had done that many times before. But could he erase the memories that he had made with you and replace it with someone else? ‘Olive Oil.’

‘Olive you.’

‘Olive theory.’

He couldn’t. He couldn’t even if he tried.

The next evening and night, Oliver continued to publish stories on his page, captioned with various things that reminded him about the two of you.

Taking long walks on the beach alone with the picture of the waves; caption : ‘Olive you.’

Long nights on the couch with a disney marathon in the background : ‘Thumper doesn’t suit you.’

By day three, Oliver was tired, the routine he had became a chore and time went by slowly. So painfully slow. Even things he enjoyed doing seemed mundane. ‘When will you come back?’

“Hey, did you check Aiku’s story?” Looking from the couch to Otoya, you watched as he stared down at his phone, eyebrows furrowed.

“No, why?”

There were words that he had said to you, but the fact that Eita had his expression of seriousness made you worried.

“He cut his hand. Look.” he said, showing the phone to you. Taking a screenshot of it, you zoomed in on the picture. He cleaned up the glass.

That idiot. Why did he even lift that photo frame from the bin?

Turning to face the window from your bed, you couldn’t sleep. Had he been taking care of himself? Did he eat well? Was he sleeping alright?

No. You wouldn't worry about him. He probably had someone better to take care of him. He had maybe even moved on, forgetting about you…

It wouldn’t hurt to drop something off by the penthouse would it? Deciding to grab your car keys, your shoulders screaming from the pain of you slogging over the computer at work for ten hours in a row, you were tired. Yet your heart wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Thank you and come again!” the attendant said as you left the shop, the package contained a pair of tweezers, disinfectant, gauze and cotton. Did that dumbass even bother cleaning his wounds? He would have to deal with it on his own. Pressing the elevator button for the penthouse, you stood near the glass watching as the height between you and the ground grew larger until the soft ding of the lift made you walk out. Even if the argument seemed two days ago, it seemed like time had passed a lot longer; making you miss your second home. Hanging the bag on the handle of the door, you were about to leave when you saw the lift doors open, revealing a very tired Oliver. Heterochromatic eyes snapped to yours, a look of relief washing over his features, as he dropped his duffel bag. Swallowing you were about to move towards the elevator when he moved to block you.

“Move.” He didn’t. “I said, move.” He wouldn’t.

“I said, move Aiku!” you said, pushing him.

He couldn’t; arms coming around to hug you as you tried to break away from his grip.

“Let go of me.”

He can’t. “You said I was replaceable right? You don’t need me right? Then let go of me already.” the pain you held in for days coming out of your system in the form of words of agony and tears, hands pawing at his jersey as he pulled you close to him. You cried as he held you to his chest, his fingers digging into your back, holding you close to him.

You were in his arms. You were safe, but broken with his words.

He couldn’t stay away from you any longer, that would be a sentence longer to his loneliness and miserability. He missed you.

“Stay, Bambi.” The nickname made you whimper, memories of the time he had called you coming back to you.

‘You prance around like a fawn.’

‘You’re so weird. You really like the crunchy sound that my beard makes when you rub your palm against it?’

“Why’d you say it?” you asked in a broken voice.

Why do people say anything? Oliver had been through situations like this before, his ex throwing water in his face or slapping him when they walked out of the door. Oliver was always done with them after moving to meet the next person.

“It’s a habit.” he said softly. “Everytime a fight breaks out, I’ve always watched people leave through that door, never wanting to come back; neither did I go in search of them. You were the first to come back, not demanding anything but just… to make sure that I was doing alright. I’m not fine without you. And I… I…” words dying in his throat as his grip around you tightening if not harder, squeezing you like a snake. He hadn’t had anything like this before.

“You know that you can have a tv star or a supermodel right?’ you asked in a tiny voice. “What am I compared to that?”

Hands digging into the tresses of your hair, Oliver pushed you into his shoulder, the tip of his nose burning from the tears that he held back. He couldn’t let them fall, they didn’t deserve to. Not after he had the weight of what he said on his shoulders. Making amends was never his strong point but he had to try if he wanted you. And he did.

“Much more. So much more. You hold the sun and stars for me, (y/n). I can’t deal with every dragging day if you’re not here. I can’t take care of myself… and I know that… that’s not enough to make you stay… but I really want you to. I can’t promise a change overnight… but if you’re here with me… It's everything I want to have… and need… and live with. ”

His shoulders shaking from the words, feeling your arms letting go of his shirt, he felt his heart stop; your hands coming to his face, pulling him away from you. Heterochromatic eyes staring into yours, tinged with red and dark circles to accompany them. The escape of a tear made you wipe it away with your thumb.

“Let’s get inside. We’ll deal with this in the morning.”

Oliver slept soundly after what felt like ages, waking up in the middle of the night to make sure you were next to him and didn’t disappear, yet you were there, running your fingers on the side of his face, as he nuzzled into your throat, giving him a soft kiss on the head.

Early hours of the morning, Oliver woke up once more; watching your still figure in the darkness as he blinked, your arms stretched out in the space that was between the both of you.

It wasn’t good enough. Throwing the sheets off him, Oliver moved around the bed, coming behind you. Moving you over to his side of the mattress, he took the space behind you, laying a soft kiss to the back of your neck, arms coming under your neck and over your belly while he tucked his knees under yours, sleeping the rest of the dawn away, waiting to see your open eyes when the sun poured in.

You were here in his arms and it was everything he wanted.

𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞

“I packed up my stuff. There was nothing much to begin with anyway. I’ve left the key on the table before leaving cause I know you have the other one to open the door. Don’t push people that try to come close to you, Sae. Not everyone is an ill wisher. I’ll uh… yeah that’s all I have to say, even if you’re sleeping considering it's midnight there. Bye Ariel.

Love,

(y/n).”

Sae had stared at that message for over five days, the words replaying in his head even when he kicked the ball. Rather than feeling the plight of the goal he scored or the exhilarating adrenaline flow through his body, he pondered over the words of the last message you had sent him.

Did you pick up your clothes from the hamper? They weren’t washed were they? Then again, you sent that text a day ago and you might as well have moved out.

DId you take your stupid book along with you? The one that you always left on the coffee table when he came home? Thinking about the synopsis of it, it was about a dying old man and his student… teaching him the ways of life. Why did you even read these kinds of books? The answer now laid bare before him.

‘Don’t push people that try to come close to you, Sae. Not everyone is an ill wisher.’

‘I don’t need to hear that from a person who has bitter relations with his own brother due to his own selfishness.’

Sae scoffed at the thought the next day, Selfishness? He had given you a place to stay, opening his home to you. Was that called being selfish? He had stocked food for you in the cabinet, making sure you didn’t go hungry while he was in France. In what way was that selfish? He had his own reasons for being bitter towards his brother, but he never did make amends with him, their way of communication being that of rough language when they played each other on the field until either one of them ended up with a yellow or a red card.

But he was the older one wasn’t he? He was the one responsible for his brother if their parents weren’t there, since he would be the only one Rin would have as a family.

Maybe your words did hold a deeper meaning.

The second day, he decided to do something that he hadn’t done before.

Calling up Rin.

“Hello?” Sae didn’t find the words in him, biting his lip. “Hello?” Why did he even call him up? What did he think would work? To patch things up with his younger brother? That was a train he missed a long time ago.

“Huh…”

The train that would always arrive at his station because it was home. “Rin.” The ends of the phones of the brothers became silent, neither one not knowing what to speak but each comforted by the presence of each. Maybe they could start with closure, mending torn cloths of their relationship with a sewing needle and a thread.

“How have you been?” “It's always busy in the world of a footballer and you know that. Why did you call?”

He got straight to the point didn’t he. Staring at the early hours of dawn, Sae let the silence follow, filled with the chirping of morning birds. “Couldn’t sleep.”

It had been the case the last time you had spoken to him and when he read the last message you sent.

“It’ll be fine.” Sae’s eyes widened at the words, expecting Rin to blame the problem on him. It was his problem wasn’t it? Why would his little brother even bother looking into it. Words of comfort hadn’t been exchanged with them for a very long time, the bonds they built as children withering away when they became adults, deteriorating further when they would compete against each other.

“Don’t you spite me?” Sae asked, gripping his phone tightly.

“Something serious must have happened for you to call me. If it weren’t for me it would be your friends if you had any. Family is usually the last resort or turned to during desperate times. And you’re my older brother, for the sake of our parents, we would have to get along well sooner or later. Even if I don’t like you or spite you, I wouldn’t turn you away. Even I have some dignity to spare.” Rin said.

Sae couldn’t explain the feeling that overcame him, his eyes pooling with tears.

Not everyone is an ill wisher.

Not everyone would wish misfortune to another.

The third day called for relaxation with Sae settling on the activity of walking down the streets of Paris. The night was lit up with street lamps and couples walked on the street while Sae had nothing except his pockets to put his hands in, fumbling with the room key and wallet that was in it. Stopping by a bookshop he found the face of a book that reminded him of you.

‘The little mermaid - Hans Christian Anderson.’

He was supposed to pass by the store, not bothering over the book yet he found himself exchanging the book for money, taking the package with him to his room. Unlike the movies, the little mermaid was not a happy story; with her jumping into the ocean as the prince and his bride stared at the foam she had turned into.

Tossing the book aside, Sae was left alone to his thoughts.

‘Stupid thing should have just plunged the knife into the prince’s heart.’

But she couldn’t… she loved him. How could she possibly harm a loved one in his sleep while he muttered the name of his bride who was sleeping next to him? She would rather choose her own pain and sorrow rather than lead an empty life knowing what she did.

A perfect yet sad ending that captured her suffering and the naivety of the prince.

She was selfless, suffering with the pain of her human legs each time she walked, growing closer to the prince day by day only for him to fall in love with another girl from a temple, who he believed saved him during the night of the shipwreck when it was actually the same mermaid who had dragged him to shore. Selfless enough to give away her voice so that she could no longer sing or talk, selfless enough to not stab him, selfless enough to make sacrifices for him as the prince watched her turn to foam with his bride.

You were Ariel weren’t you? By the fourth day, Sae couldn’t stop staring at his phone, his body ready to pounce over any question that came.

‘Do you have your bags packed?’

‘Did you make sure to take a toothbrush?’

‘Did you get everything you need?’

‘Make sure to have your ticket on you.’

‘Stay safe and have a great flight. I’ll see you soon Ariel.’

The day had passed and the night had arrived, yet there was not a single text from you. Sae knew the consequences of his words, going the extra mile to assume the worst about you when you had tried to make his living easy.

‘If you want to be the best, you can’t have any distractions, Itoshi. People come and go and this one is like no other. You are young on a fresh pair of legs that can bring a lot of potential out of you and work on the field. Put it to good use.’ were the words of his coach. And like any young mind the first ones to take the blame were the ones who were too close, with close being you; venomous words reaching into the roots of your relationship and shaking it to pieces till nothing was left.

It was the morning of the fifth day and Sae was ready to leave, his bags packed as he closed the door to the room.

The flight was long and tiring, making him want to reach home faster and hit the hay. Upon arriving in the airport, he went out of the gates, his eyes unconsciously searching for you. You weren’t there. Sighing he was dropped home, mind going into the setting of finding you with your book, turning over a page as you sat with socks on the sofa, only to turn on the lights to the dim room and the sofa empty with your book gone from the coffee table. The photographs of the two of you were gone from the wall, clothes missing, along with your laptop and papers among other belongings. Going to the bathroom, he felt the strings of his heart pull at the sight of the single toothbrush with yours missing; a strong reminder that you were gone and he was alone.

‘Why did you say those words, Ariel?’

‘Because I want to be the best.’

‘Do I not want the best for you either?’

‘It's not the same thing.’

‘And what if it is?’

‘How?’

‘I want nothing but the best for you Sae. I never gave you the option of wanting football or me. If you wanted to dedicate yourself to the game you love so much, I would have stood by you. But you didn’t want to and look where we are now. Why do you want to ruin things that are going good for you? We’ve had minor issues, yeah… but it never came to one of us leaving. But if it makes you feel better, then maybe I should.’ you said, taking a step back.

‘What are you doing?’ Sae asked, a hand reaching out to you but not touching you.

‘Where are you going?’

You said nothing, as pieces of you started disappearing while he screamed.

Sae woke up in the middle of the night, sweat soaking his shirt, hands reaching over to your side of the bed only to find it empty.

Staring at the white neon digits of the clock it read, two thirty in the morning. Throwing the sheets of his body, Sae wore his coat, grabbing the keys of his car and driving to your apartment.

Hearing the rapid knocking of your door along with the sounds of the doorbell, you waddled over to the living room, yawning with half shut eyes. Looking through the peephole, you were surprised to see Sae, pacing around shortly before raising his clenched hand to bang the door again. Worried that the neighbors might hear, if not already, you opened the door, causing him to stumble in; staring at you with his green eyes.

Sighing you sat on the sofa while he stood in silence.

“Ariel didn’t live happily ever after with Eric. She died in the sea…turning into foam while he and his bride watched over her.” “Did you come over to my place close to three in the morning just to tell me the story of the little mermaid that was written in the eighteen hundreds?” you asked, raising an eyebrow to him. “The last time I checked, you didn’t want or need me. Why are you here?” you said, walking to the kitchen as he followed you. Opening the cabinet you took out the coffee powder and kept a kettle to boil as Sae circled you to snatch it away from your hands.

“You know better than to drink this,” he said.

Snatching it back from him, you bit back.

“If I need my sanity to listen to you at three in the morning, I am going to need this.”

Holding your hand against the counter as he placed his other on the platform. “Don’t.”

Please.

“What is going on Sae? First you say that you don’t want or need me and now you’re here three in the morning, fighting over coffee. What has been happening with you lately?” you asked, setting down the bottle of coffee gently on the kitchen platform as his hand became more gentle on your wrist while the other pushed him away, wanting to keep some space between the two of you; the hand which Sae placed his other on, stopping you from putting any distance.

“You were right.” he said; the words, making you look at him in confusion.

“Not everyone is an ill wisher.”

Tears pooling in his green eyes that looked exhausted and in need of sleep;

“I am selfish, aren’t I?” he asked, eyes looking into yours for answers.

You said nothing, sighing through your nose.

“It seems like you learned.” Sae said nothing, resting his head against your shoulder, his tears smearing onto the fabric of your shirt while his hands settled at your waist. It had been long since he had you in his arms.

“This doesn’t make things alright but it can wait. We need sleep. You can have the bed and I’ll take the sofa.” you said, taking his arms off you, as you walked towards the closet to grab extra bedding and blankets, settling into the cushions of the sofa while Sae watched you.

Waking up in the middle of the night, you were being carried into the other room. You dared not move, not wanting to give away the fact that you were awake.

“I know you’re awake.” It was pointless to fool him wasn’t it? Might as well just skip to the point then.

“Why did you say those things?” you asked, turning to him as he settled on the opposite side of you, his sweat drenched shirt off and replaced with one of yours.

“It's something that my coach said.”

“What changed?”

Reaching a hand across, he stroked your cheek, talking about the time he had in Paris, calling Rin and realizing the words he said to you; body inching closer to you on the discussion of his nightmare that had happened an hour or two prior.

“I can’t take back what I said… and I’m aware of that. But… if I can learn to be a better human being… it can only be with you. And that’s another reason to live for, apart from football. I don’t… want to be confined to my old self, (y/n). I want to evolve… I don’t want to be the same boy who lived in spite when I went to Spain.” he said, his resolve crumbling before as the two of you laid in bed. You shifted your body closer to him, pulling his head into your chest as his body shook from the pain of the memories that had made him soar to heights but at the cost of more than what he had bargained for; your words becoming more crystal clear to him with every new emotion he had experienced in the past week. Moving towards your phone, you played a song, placing an earphone into Sae’s ear and the other in yours, tapping his back according to the beat until he fell asleep.

‘I’m here.’

‘You’re here.’

‘I’m not going anywhere.’

Nuzzling into your chest, placing a kiss over your collarbone as an apology, with you returning the gesture with a nuzzle into his hair, smelling the scent of him made you realize how much you had missed him, smiling into it.

He came back.

And he wasn’t going to leave. He didn’t; even as the morning arrived, hugging you close to his chest even when you complained about getting out of bed on a workday, the morning passed with more hours of sleep as he traced the lines on your face while you held onto his wrist rubbing the tip of your nose into the expanse of his palm. It was warm.

This was all he ever needed and wanted.

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　　　　　　　　　　 𐙚 ⋆୨୧˚ KISS IT OFF ME ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡

𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. the one where gavi drops his girlfriend off to uni because she (unfortunately) missed her alarm.

💌 pablo gavi x fem! reader (written work + social media au)

# author's note : this is dedicated to my favourite gavi lover, @zowanew :p <3 it's not really proof-read & i have limited spanish knowledge (i used google translate for most of the spanish parts) so if you see any grammatical mistakes or some sentences seem off, please look the other way 👩🏻‍🦯

beep beep beep.

your alarm went off as you grumbled softly and begrudgingly turned to the other side of the bed. your hand slowly hovered over the digital clock on the bed stand, as you pressed the button on the top and lazily opened an eye to look at the time. however, when you saw that it was already 7:00 am, you immediately jolted up from your bed, your sleepy eyes widening as you stared at the clock. you rubbed your eyes and blinked a few times to check if you were actually staring at the real thing or just dreaming.

“ it's 7 already ? how did i sleep through the 6 o'clock mark ? " you muttered to yourself in shock as you quickly scurried out of your bed and folded your blanket. you arranged your bedsheet before giving a soft pat to your miffy plushie who sat besides your pillow and looked after you when you were asleep. " good morning miffy. " you said, smiling down at the white bunny plushie as you slipped into your comfy slides.

you swiftly made your way to the bathroom, doing all the necessities like brushing your teeth, washing your face and doing your daily skincare routine. after you were done, you came back into your room and opened your closet, as you stared the clothes hanging inside. your eyes darted left and right as you made up an outfit combination in your mind straight away. you pulled out those clothes and started getting ready to head to the university. you had your classes at 8 am so you rapidly changed your clothes, not wanting to be late. just then, your phone, which was placed on your dressing table, buzzed and the screen lighted up. you leaned down only to see that it was a message from your boyfriend. your lips curved upwards into a small smile as you opened the message to reply back to him.

imessage 💬

pablito 💗

good morning baby ! did you sleep well ?

mi corazón

good morning lover boy <3 yes i did. although i might've slept a bit too well...

i kinda overslept...

pablito 💗

it's good that you got some well deserved sleep but don't you have uni today ?

mi corazón

yeah 😭 i think i'm going to be late.. i have to turn into the flash to be able to attend my first class on time 😞

pablito 💗

hm.. i don't think that's necessary, y/n. i'll come and pick you up at your house. i also have a practice session for our match tonight and your university's on the way to the stadium anyways.

mi corazón

oh baby, it's all good, don't worry. you don't have to go through such lengths for me ! i'll just try to catch the bus.

pablito 💗

no, i won't take a refusal as an answer. i'll be at your door in 15 minutes. take all the time you need to get ready, okay ?

mi corazón

but gavi 😭

pablito 💗

you can't stop me i'm already omw, amor

mi corazón

.. okay, alright 😞 thank you :( i love you <3

pablito 💗

love you too. see you soon :)

you closed your phone as a soft sigh escaped your lips. you were really so lucky to have gavi in your life. he adored you so much and was always willing to go through extreme lengths just for you. you shifted your focus to the mirror as you dolled yourself up with some light make-up and fixed your hair. you wore the necklace which gavi gave you on your birthday the previous year, and smiled as you looked at it through the mirror. it was your favourite belonging as it had yours & his initials on it. you shoved all the necessities required for the day into your bag and donned your favourite converse all stars.

you made your way downstairs, where your mother and your breakfast awaited. you acknowledged each other's presence, and you had your breakfast and talked a bit about what you were both planning to do this very day. a few minutes later, you heard a car horn in your driveway as a small smile decorated your lips. you informed your mum that gavi was dropping you off, which made your mum chuckle and tease you a little. after you said your goodbyes, you walked out the door to see your boyfriend waiting for you in his sedan car. as soon as he saw you, the expression on his face lighted up.

" hi, amor. you look so pretty today. " gavi greeted, pressing a light kiss on your forehead as you sat down on the passenger seat.

" thank you, baby waby. " you replied back, a small snicker escaping your lips as you noticed the change in his expression when he heard that nickname. you liked to use it whenever you were teasing him because it always made him pout and you found this action of his to be so endearing. " you don't look so bad yourself, guapo. " you commented, giving him a slight up & down look as you smiled. gavi always dressed up really well *cough* unlike his best friend pedri *cough*, and he looked good in any outfit, be it a suit or just a plain t-shirt.

the ride to your university was quite fun. you talked about how much you were dreading to take the afternoon classes and gavi talked about the silly antics his teammates liked to pull during practice sessions. you also had a good laugh when you reached the gates of your uni because of your boyfriend as he kept honking at the students blocking the road, angrily yelling " GET OUT OF THE WAY ! MY GIRLFRIEND'S GOING TO BE LATE !! " at them. this resulted in a few head turns and confused stares but you didn't even notice those looks because being with gavi made you so much more happy and not give a care about anything else in the world.

when you had finally reached your class building, you noticed your friends waiting for you at a distance as you waved at them, flashing them your pearly whites.

" thank you so much for dropping me off today, pablito. i would've gotten some sort of detention if it weren't for you. i owe you one. " you expressed your thanks as you took off your seatbelt.

" you don't have to owe me anything, y/n. all i ask for is a kiss. " he replied back, eyebrows raised and a small smirk plastered on his face as he awaited for your response.

" what ? a kiss ? but my friends are looking at us ! " you exclaimed, the colour of your cheeks turning into a light shade of pink.

your boyfriend, obviously, did not listen to your protests though as he rolled his eyes before immediately leaning in closer to you, planting his lips on top of yours. you could feel his lips forming a smirk as he held the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away.

" who cares about your friends ? anyways, don't be late for tonight's match, okay, mi amor ? since we're going against the merengues in a home match, i need my good luck charm to be present for such a crucial match. " gavi reminded as he cupped your cheeks. " i'll score a goal for you. "

you were still a bit startled by that sudden kiss but you shook it off and nodded at his words. " don't you always ? " you asked, grinning like a cheshire cat. " hm.. i wouldn't miss it for the world. i can't wait to see the looks on the faces of the madridistas when their team loses to us. " you remarked, giggling as you got out of the car. " te quiero, cariño. please be careful when training, okay ? " you requested, waving at him as you closed the door. " hm, don't worry. que tengas un gran día, mi amor. te quiero. see you later. " gavi responded, sending a wink your way before driving off.

you then caught up with your friends, with them squealing in excitement and nudging you teasingly after witnessing your little kissing scene with your boyfriend and you feeling embarrassed but content.

you couldn't take your classes properly though because all you were thinking about was the kiss.

instagram 🎥

yourinstagram 🔒

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yourinstagram my baby <3 and there's gavi too ig 🧍🏻‍♀️

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pablogavi " there's gavi too ig " ???? i dropped you off at uni + dedicated not one but two goals for you and this is how you repay me ? 😞

-> pablogavi do you love miffy more than me or what ? 🙄

-> yourinstagram yes ☺️

-> yourinstagram jk jk i love you more than miffy

-> pablogavi ha, take that miffy !

-> yourinstagram what did this bunny even do to you 😭

-> pablogavi took away all your attention from me 😕

-> yourinstagram eres tan lindo.. 🥹 don't worry, you'll always have my attention, pablito

-> pablogavi yeah i better 😠

pedri gavi estaba flipando al verte con su camiseta 🤭

liked by yourinstagram

joaofelix79 love u bro

-> pablogavi ❤️💙

-> yourinstagram um ?? 🤨🤨🤨🤨

yourbestfriend the matching miffy and badtz-maru rings.. the highway looks like a good place to sleep tonight

-> yourinstagram BESTIE NO DON'T GO THERE 😭

-> yourinstagram i promise i'll make gavi find a good footballer bf just for u 🫶

-> yourbestfriend please 😞🙏

classmate1 girl you're seriously so lucky to have the best pro footballer as ur bf 😭

classmate2 wikihow to be y/n 😞

classmate3 y/n please get us footballer bfs too

friend1 the flower 🥹🥹🥹

friend2 OMG THE MIFFY STATUE !!!

friend3 i'm in awe you look gorgeous queen

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pablogavi con un fan muy especial ☺️ otra victoria en casa ! gracias a todos por vuestro apoyo. força barça ❤️💙

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yourinstagram lo hiciste increíble hoy !

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yourinstagram te quiero, mi amor ❤️

-> pablogavi te quiero, mi vida 💙 gracias por apoyarme siempre

fcbarcelona dos goles sorprendentes 👏

pedri chico de oro 💪

joaofelix79 🪄🪄

_ferminlopez 😘

jpcancelo hermanito 😍

_rl9 🔥

user10 you played incredibly well today, pablo !

user21 congratulations on the win, best boy !

user38 forever a culer 🤞🤞

user45 so happy to have gotten 2 beautiful goals from you ! so proud of you ❤️‍🩹

user03 AHHHH GAVIYN CONTENT !!! 🥹🥹🥹

user57 barça's golden boy 🗣️🗣️🗣️

user99 did you guys see how happy y/n was when he scored.. she was literally jumping and screaming 🥹 she's so cute they're so cute :(

user82 my parents <33

user73 the way he dedicated both goals to y/n.. i'm going to take a bath with the toaster tonight

user64 the best barça couple 🫶

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