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Remember that song “He Could Be The One” from Hannah Montana. That song, but make it about Dabi? And you can write the story however you want I’m just trying to help come up with story ideas😅 

a/n : the nostalgia!! stooooppp. anyways, sorry this is a little short!!

ᯓ★ you never really thought you’d fall in love at first sight — until a certain man appeared and swept you off your feet !

“hey.” his voice was smoothe, yet a little rough as he eyed you. the man was wearing a leather jacket, with a lot of different piercings decorating his scarred skin. how unique!

“hello..” you smile back at him; he’s got everything that a girl could ever want, you think.

“can you move?” he’d grumble, hand gesturing to the black guitar you were just looking at. you nod, moving out of the way for him. “thanks.”

so, he plays the guitar?

“um, is this your first time playing?” you ask — not sure why — as a nervous smile crosses your face.

he looks back at you, shaking his head. “nah.”

“oh, cool..” you say, looking to the side. what are you even doing?

he’s just so cute, and you can’t keep yourself from saying stupid things — “hey,”

“can i get your number?” you ask, eyes finding their way back to his as you move a little closer to him.

he smirks slightly, eyes locked with yours as a hand reaches into the pocket of his jacket to pull out his phone. “sure.”

you’re starting to think you’re falling for this man.

“so, what’s your name?” he inquires after typing in your number into his phone.

“oh, i’m name!” you respond quickly, butterflies fluttering wildly in the pit of your stomach as he repeats after you.

“name? how cute.”

he’s different from the other guys you’ve talked to.

he’s got something special.

so, when you see him next — at a cafe — you can’t help but walk up to him and smile, “didn’t expect to run into you here!”

whenever he looks at you, it’s like the breath gets knocked right out of your lungs!

you can hardly breathe as he leans closer to you, his lips connecting with yours and something’s telling you that maybe, just maybe — he could be the one.

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“ what’s your type? ”

ᯓ★ during an interview, sae gets asked the question everybody wants an answer to, but don’t get the response they were expecting

a/n : was gonna do this with a gn reader but forgot.. lmk if you’d like a version of this with a gender neutral reader instead xx

sae was growing bored of this. he never really enjoyed interviews — only going when he absolutely had to.

so, when he’s sat next to some woman who’s embarrassingly close to him; he can’t help but feel irritated.

“so, sae, tell us! what’s your type?” the interviewer would ask, smiling brightly at him. as if the cameras weren’t on and they were on live tv. the nerve!

he glances towards her, then back to the camera. he knows you’re watching, considering he’s rarely on tv when he’s not playing soccer.

“my girlfriend.” the words leave his lips smoothly end effortlessly and you can’t ignore the warmth growing in your stomach as you smile at the tv.

“your girlfriend?” the woman asks, eyes wide as she leans impossibly closer. did he not just mention he has a girlfriend?

“yes, my girlfriend.” he’d snap, a frown on his face.

“well, if you didn’t have a girlfriend —“

“i’d look for her and make her my girlfriend.”

“okay then, so what about me?” she’d try, biting her lip in attempt to flirt with the soccer player.

sae looks down at the interviewer, shaking her off of his shoulder as a cold expression washes over his face.

“lukewarm.”

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THE WOMAN AT THE STORE

ᯓ★ the strange, hot, customer who always buys hair dye at the convenience store you work at is interested in you..?

beep, beep, beep!

another customer, you sigh, straightening your posture as you dust off the shirt of your uniform. working at a convenience store sure was boring..

your eyes widened slightly, noticing the familiar man; he’s quite.. odd, to say the least. he wears a heavy leather jacket, and he seems to have more piercings each time he stops by to buy yet another, box of pitch black hair dye.

the first time he came in, he walked over to the counter where you were stood — shaking nervously, thinking that he was a robber — and asked in a gruff voice; “this is the darkest shade you’ve got, yeah?”

you were surprised, he had the prettiest white hair you’ve ever seen! it almost reminded you of an old friend. why would he want to dye it?

however, it wasn’t your place to inquire about his choice of hair colour, so you simply nodded and continued to live your life as you would.

he was a regular customer from then on.

he’d step inside the store, teal eyes scanning the area as his eyes land on your form. you, the woman at the cashier.

he had to admit, you were nice to look at; pretty features, and a good figure.

he didn’t even bother acknowledging you, though. instead he trudged towards the box dye section — it was muscle memory at this point.

when he finally stood in front of you at the counter, he felt today was a little different. somehow.

“hello, sir. will this be all for today?” you ask, same as every other time. your fingers are tapping at the cash register; you already know what he’s going to say.

“no, actually.” he cuts you off. “i need something else..” he’d start, peering up at you through his lashes.

you can’t hide the slightly surprised expression on your face as you nod slowly, raising an eyebrow.

“can i get your number?” he purrs, leaning over the counter as one hand digs into the pocket of his jacket.

why did he say that? he asks himself.

“oh?” you say, eyes wide. “i mean, alright— um, give me a moment.”

you’re quick to print out his receipt and pull out a pen, scribbling down your number with a small smiley face next to it.

“here.” you breathe out, looking back up at the intimidating man.

he nods in response, an unreadable expression on his face as he folds the receipt and stuffs it in his pocket.

he waves slightly, before making his way back out of the store — was it always this hot, or was summer approaching?

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SENSITIVE ⸝⸝ smut word vomit

luffy’s the type to shove his fingers into your mouth — commanding you to suck as he thrusts his long cock in and out of your pulsing walls. he’d lean close to you and lick at your neck, slobbering over fresh hickeys as he moans out praises. “you’re doing so well, keep going —“

it’s not like him at all, tears spilling from his eyes as he slips his fingers out of your mouth to cup your cheek and caress you, paying no mind to the way he’s smearing your own saliva over your face.

he insists he’s not crying — there’s just something in his eye!

but as he gets closer and closer, he can’t hold back the sob that escapes his mouth; tears falling down his cheeks as he buries himself inside you, a hand gripping onto your hip tightly as he empties his load inside of you.

just as he finishes, he collapses onto your body, a thin layer of sweat covering the both of you. he buries his face into your neck, kissing at a sore spot as he sniffles.

“shh, shh.. it’s alright.” you try your best to comfort him with what little energy you have left, patting the back of his head gently.

he just loves you so much.

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I CAN TELL YOU MISS ME

ᯓ★ sae thought it was the right decision to break up with you before moving to spain, but soon found himself checking your socials every other day — and searching for your face at every game.

a/n : i wanna do a part 2 of when sae comes back to japan but i don’t know..

“i’m breaking up with you.” … “this relationship will never last.” … “goodbye, name.”

sae’s words rang through his head like a curse throughout the whole flight, his teeth biting harshly at his lower lip.

was this really the right decision? was it really necessary to throw away the love of his life for the sake of pursuing his soccer career?

it better have been, because it sure is difficult holding back tears in front of a bunch of strangers on a plane.

he sighed, unlocking the door to his new apartment; it strangely reminded him of your cozy little place.

sae had to remind himself over and over that you two were no longer, you were just a memory of the past; someone who he left behind in japan.

but when he’s laying alone on his large, king-sized bed, body sprawled out like a starfish and the sounds of the lively city drowned out his own harsh words — “name, we need to talk.” — he found it so hard to let you go.

he was the one who ended things, he had to! it’s not like you wanted to go to spain with him — you had a life, and you’d just be a nuisance to him anyways.

that’s what he says to himself, hands trembling as they click on the new story you just posted on instagram.

it seems that your friends, whom he never really liked, took you out to a club, of sorts.

his thumb flew to like your story, almost like a reflex, but he was quick to stop it.

he scanned the picture, a fancy outfit hugging your curves — did you always have that, or was it new? he certainly hadn’t seen you wear something so… risky, before.

he taps again, the next story — it’s you with your friend. all he can focus on is the smile on your face, so bright.

you seemed to be glowing, as if you’d turned into the brightest star in the sky.

you’d always been like that, sae thinks. you were the star, no — sun to his moon.

now you’re glowing for the sick eyes of the men in that filthy club. he would’ve taken you to a much nicer place.

he scowls as he taps again, eyes glaring down at the photo of you with another man — he guesses your annoying friend took the photo and posted it.

they always loved to meddle, didn’t they?

sae turns his phone off, deciding he’s seen enough for one night. it’s not like he cares about what you’re doing anyway… right?

sae places his phone back on the table, the tiredness from flying finally getting to him.

“just a nap,” he tells himself, laying down as he places his hands on his stomach, teal eyes staring up at the ceiling.

“just a nap” turned into an hour of emotions. sae couldn’t handle it, the thought of you — his one and only with some other man?

well, you’re not his anymore.

and with that, sae finally fell into the hands of sleep, dreams and images of you plaguing his mind.

as the sun sunk low, the moon glittering beautifully in the night, sae’s eyes fluttered open. he didn’t realise he’d been asleep for so long — the time difference sure did get to him.

days went by, and over time he grew to get used to the time.

one thing he couldn’t get used to, was being without you.

he didn’t even notice when he’d look at your account, scrolling through your new posts — you’re so pretty.

you seem much happier than he’s feeling.. ironic, since he’s the one who broke up with you in the first place!

he had his first game in spain, muscles cracking as he stretched.

it hurt when he stretched himself, you’d usually massage his muscles to help loosen him up — what is he thinking?! he’s better off without you!

but he did miss the touch of your hands.

he wasn’t playing as he normally would, this match… anyone could tell, even you, who was watching from the other side of the world.

you stayed up late, your room lit up by the screen playing sae’s match.

his game is so off today, you think. is something bothering him?

it’s not like it matters, anyway, he broke up with you…

sae stood still, eyes blank as the winner of the game was announced; itoshi sae’s team had lost.

all his dreams of becoming a striker, crushed. just like that.

in the span of weeks; sae had lost everything dear to him. and it was all his fault.

you knew the look in sae’s eyes — it was the very same emotion he looked at you with before he left.

emotionless and empty.

you sighed, turning the device off as you lay back down in your bed, arms reaching out to where sae used to rest.

your hand balls into a fist, tears threatening to spill. you can’t help but feel angry, yet sympathetic at the same time.

but is he really deserving of your emotions?

no. he’s not.

sae knows that, so as he plops back down to his bed, he’s already reaching for his phone and turning it on.

he’s doesn’t deserve to message you — he doesn’t have the right!

so he was surprised to see a text from you.

“i can tell you miss me.”

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“ i never thought you noticed me.. ”

ᯓ★ where you’re just another audience member, regularly attending lyney’s shows — or so you thought.

“thank you for watching, everyone!” lyney smiles cheerfully at the crowd, pulling his hat off with a slim gloved hand as he does a bow. his lilac eyes glance over to where you’re sitting, a smirk crossing his face as he catches your gaze.

your eyes widen, lashes fluttering as you watch him stand back up, walking offstage. you can’t help the way warmth creeps up to your cheeks, the air around you suddenly growing hot. was he looking at you? no, he couldn’t have been! why would he look at you, of all people? smile, no less? could you even call that a smile? more of a smirk, you think.

you’re quick to get up from your seat, hand dusting off your clothes in attempt to get rid of the raging storm of emotions fluttering in your stomach. your feet thump softly against the theatre’s floor as you make your way to the exit. you had to admit, this show was great! maybe even better than the last few you’d attended.

it was just as you stepped foot into the bustling streets of fontaine when you heard a few passing whispers.

“i heard that lyney and lynette are out right now, on their way to have a dinner!” … “they’re going out? do they have another show that we don’t know about?”

your ear twitches and the mention of a certain magician’s name; specifically, the man whom you’d grown to have a ‘small’ celebrity crush on.

it couldn’t hurt to like the guy a little! it’s not like you have a chance of ever talking to him, anyways..

— “oh —!” your shoulder bumps into another, their conversation cut short as the person glances to your direction, his pretty eyes widening at the sight of you.

it was no secret to the people closest to him that he had a love interest, a “random audience member” according to lynette.

no, but to him, you were so much more than just an audience member. you came to almost every single one of his shows that he began to expect to see your cute face. somehow, you’d always manage to get the same seat — right around the midddle of the row of seats, pretty close to the stage.

he liked your choice of seat, because that’s where he could see you the best. he could see the way you’d giggle whenever he did something silly, and the way your eyebrows would shoot up in surprise when he showed off a new trick.

he’s never got the chance to speak to you face to face, and now that you’re right here in front of him — he just can’t miss this opportunity!

“hello there, mademoiselle.” lyney grinned, unable to hide the excitement on his features as he turned to face you; ignore lynette’s tired and annoyed gaze.

you look behind you, then back to the sight in front of you of you — was the lyney speaking to you? the very same man who you’ve had the deepest admiration for, for literally ages?! you don’t think your heart can handle this anymore!

“sorry,” you mumble, looking down to the cobblestone street. “for bumping into you, i mean—“ you’d add, looking up at the performer apologetically.

he’d just chuckle, waving a hand dismissively. “don’t worry about it, mon chéri.” lyney reaches for your hand with his own, before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the skin on the back of your hand — his eyes never leaving yours. “say, you know what you could do to really be forgiven?” he’d purr, pulling away from you as he fixes his posture, trailing his fingers over his face with a smirk on his face.

you stand still, observing his confident and flirty demeanour with wide eyes; still unable to comprehend the fact he’s speaking to you.

“let me take you on a date,” lyney would wink, tongue flicking over his lips to wet them before he reaches for your hand once again, intertwining of your fingers. “it’ll be fun, what do ya say?”

“gross.” lynette scrunches her nose, before turning around and walking away. she couldn’t stand to watch her brother embarrass the both of them like that.

“me?” you squeak in surprise, flinching as he gently squeezes your hand with a nod and hopeful eyes. you look to the side, then back to the handsome man in front of you. “i mean, alright—“

“REALLY? oh, how wonderful! let’s get going now, shall we?” he’d beam, already tugging you towards the direction of a restaurant he knew of, and had been saving to visit with you.

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i am UNCOMFORTABLE with:

- writing for a specific race

the reason why i feel this way is because i want my writing to be for everyone. i want you, the reader, to feel as included as possible, without bringing in race.

it doesn’t matter to me, because you’re beautiful no matter who you are and where you come from

- writing for a specific type of body reader, example: chubby, plus-sized, underweight

similar to the last reason

but also because i’ve had a lot of issues with my body image and i find it difficult to write things like this without it affecting my mental health. i apologise

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things i am COMFORTABLE with:

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HOW I WORK

lazily. i work lazily!

just jokes, just jokes ..

i usually only write on here when i feel like it or get an idea, so i probably won’t be online as much, and i apologise for that fact

even if i don’t post a lot, and even if i’m not very active; i appreciate ever single like, reblog, follower, comment, request, and message that i receive.

if i’m needing somewhere to spew out my feelings into words, my “rant page” is where i’ll go! so if you ever want to have a read, go ahead

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5. beginning to work on a few ideas

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1. account has been organised, finally. no important notices..

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MINNIE’S RANTS

6. i have sooo many ideas rn but idk how to write themmmm…

5. OH!! i’ve seen your asks and do not fear!! i am planning to work on them once im finally out of the airport ! i feel like all my creativity has disappeared here so i’m finding it hard to write :’)

4. finally living up to the title of a non frequent poster >_< im literally so bored right now i’ve been stuck at the airport for a while .. i’ll probably work on a part 2 of the cashier lady or whatever i chose to name it 😭! anyways, i hope everyone’s doing welllll

3. i love how i said i’d be a “non frequent poster” but i’ve been posting more than i usually would .. i also have soo many drafts i need to finish!

2. first post done! i’m working on a few more and i’m super duper proud of myself

1. i’m literally so happy to finally have this blog up! it’s exactly how i imagined it — i can’t wait to write some new things .. that is it i actually come up with a good idea ( ´∀｀)

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