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[saeitoshithoughts]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑

𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫?

penname: Lin

𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦: 7 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴

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𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧:

[chocoramii]

doodle :3

[hold-me-lovely]

how they coax you back to bed

featuring: gojo satoru and geto suguru

warnings: none?, sfw, fluff, they’re so in loveeeee with you </3

jjk x g/n reader

a/n: this was super fun. I’m still getting the hang of my characterization of jjk characters but I think I like how this turned out. let me know if you want any other characters with this prompt

Gojo Satoru

the feeling of harsh sunlight hitting your face greeted you as you slowly opened your eyes. the tv remote was still loosely in your hand. somehow, you had managed to keep a grip on it throughout satoru’s nightly ventures. you vaguely remembered the night starting with the two of you in bed, bickering about the movie you’d be watching. eventually, you had clicked play on the first recommended comedy you had found and kept the remote glued to your side to ensure toru didn’t try anything.

the last you recalled, you had been leaning on his chest, head tucked against his neck with his arms lazily wrapped around your waist. the last you recalled. that was before you had both fallen asleep and the true depths of his clinginess came to the surface. gojo satoru in an unconscious state of being was like a magnet, finding you easily and determined to remain next to you. throughout the night, every movement you made was met with two of his, every shift away leading to grumbling and a long leg thrown over your hip. there was no escape for you.

although this was a nightly occurrence, the position you woke up in changed every morning, telling a new, harrowing tale of how he managed to find you once again.

this morning was a new one. as your eyes adjusted to the bright lighting, you spotted toru’s white hair peeking from the blanket and finally made the connection between that and the weight on your leg. his head rested on your upper thigh as his arms wrapped around your knees, a content look on his face. you chuckled at the fetal position he had managed to contort his long limbs into. it was always constant entertainment with this man.

you debated staying in bed with him but the ache in your bladder won that battle. you attempted to quietly shift out from under him but you moved no more than a millimeter before you heard sleepy grumbling followed by the grip on your legs tightening. you looked down and saw one of his eyes peeking up at you and quickly closing. “how long have you been awake, satoru?”

you rolled your eyes at his attempts at snoring and gently peeled his arm off of your leg. you stifled a giggle as he pretended to unconsciously roll over, his body weighing down on your legs. you whined, “satoru, I need to pee.”

he only continued to ignore you, his snoring getting louder. after feeling you struggle for a moment, he peeked at you once again, “I don’t even know a satoru so who are you talking to??”

you rolled your eyes with a huff, carding your fingers through his hair, “baby, please let me go.”

he pretended to think it over, tapping his chin with his free hand and looking up at you through his lashes, “promise you’ll come right back?”

you nodded eagerly, “I’ll use the bathroom and come right back, I promise.”

he hesitantly rolled off your leg and you hurried to the bathroom before he changed his mind.

as soon as you finished and swung the door open, you were immediately being lifted in the air. you grabbed at his arm and yelped, “toru, what the hell?!”

you could hear the grin in his voice as he princess-carried you back to the bed, “just making sure you came back.”

Geto Suguru

for some reason, thursdays were the hardest for suguru. they were so close to the end of the week and yet not close enough.

you had grown used to the routine of your alarm going off 30 minutes before suguru’s as a warning. you had learned quickly that one alarm was never enough. he reminded you again this morning.

the shrill of your phone going off woke you up from your position on suguru’s chest immediately. you haphazardly reached towards the nightstand before managing to turn the alarm off. as soon as you silenced your phone, you felt him shift onto his side, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you back into his chest. he muttered sleepily, “yours or mine?”

you grinned as you turned to bury your face in his chest, “mine.”

he sighed happily and his grip on you loosened, knowing he would get to stay with you like this for a bit longer. his hand remained on your waist while the other shifted upward to rub circles on the nape of your neck. he smiled as you went limp against him, knowing you’d drift back to sleep soon. he couldn’t help eyeballing his phone on the nightstand, tempted to disable his alarm to keep you here. sadly, he knew you had work and opted to leave it be. as he held you, his eyes fluttered and he fell back asleep to the sound of your breathing.

his alarm went off too soon for his liking. as soon as he felt you begin to shift as you woke up, he squeezed his arms around you and rolled you on top of him. “suguru, wha-” you were interrupted by him pressing you against him tighter, kissing the top of your head before feigning unconsciousness. “go back to sleep, sweetheart.” he mumbled with his eyes closed.

you whined, “I have work this morning.”

he hummed, his eyes still remaining closed. he tried to fight the smile that threatened to take over his face at the sound of your morning voice trying to ward him off. when you continued struggling to roll off him, he rubbed your back slowly, “shush, pretty. some of us are trying to sleep.”

he chuckled at the sight of your pout and your prompt smack to his arm. still, your efforts weren’t enough to loosen his grip. finally, you gave up, slumping and allowing your head to dangle off the side of his body. you grumbled, “whatever, I give up. it’s too early to try to fight you right now.”

he smiled at his victory, gently lifting your head back onto his chest to make you comfortable, “I think you wanted me to keep you here.”

your response was muffled, but he heard no sounds of denial, continuing his gentle ministrations on your back. eventually, you looked up, your chin resting on his sternum. he looked back down at you with a soft smile. your tone was serious, “you’re right. I totally could’ve gotten out if I really wanted to.”

with that, you laid your head to the side, trying to go back to sleep. he let out a breathy laugh and kissed your hairline, “of course you could have.”

thank you for reading <3

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new message from: gojo satoru!

featuring: bf!gojo x female!reader (female body parts mentioned!)

warnings: language (as usual, do i really need to put that everytime?) suggestive bits, 1 kms joke, gojo being a menace, oujia board mention

cache notes: it was me, the one watching the "bark like you want it" edit on repeat in the bathroom

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[satoruwiki]

Could you do type of woman the jjk guys would go for headcanons?

n/a: i won’t go into the physical aspect bc i’d end up hurting myself lawl. this is personality-wise focused! i apologize in advance if that’s not what you requested anon ;-; these are my hcs! feel free to agree or disagree :b any request/interaction supporting this post is very much appreciated :3

SUGURU

If you are looking for someone who likes to read and take you to cultured places, Suguru is for you! Suguru likes to enrich himself with knowledge and visit cultural places such as temples, libraries, museums, etc. Suguru cherishes every moment with you, even when you are quietly reading a book side by side.

SATORU

Satoru is so damn blithe and energetic, he's the type to spend more time outside than at his home, so he obviously would go for someone who loves to hangout and wander around the city just as much as he does. Though he still needs someone who can get him to calm down and behave in required situations, you don't want him to make a bad joke at the wrong time.

TOJI

I think Toji is the perfect fit for a grumpy x sunshine trope. It is implied that mamaguro was his pilar after he left the Zen'in clan and made him change for the better, at least momentarily. Toji would unconsciously go for someone who is lively and brings some shine into his gloomy life, the type to push him into trying new things and enjoy the small things in life as well as to see the brighter side in every aspect of it. (i just wanna give him a big hug and comfort him bc i know he needs it :c)

CHOSO

Choso is rather a very quiet yet very caring and a family oriented person, I think he would go for someone who has the same strong family values as him. And since he isn't prone to speak and/or socialize a lot, I personally believe he would be the type to go for someone that could go on for hours sharing what they like to others, basically you'd do all the talking and he'd listen to you attentively, taking notes on the way your expressions brighten when you talk about your interests.

NANAMI

I see Nanami more as a traditional guy. Not in a bad way, but I think would go for someone who likes and/or wants to be a housewife and take care of the kids. I feel like he'd want to feel useful and not see you forced to work, though if that's what you want he wouldn't force his wishes upon you and would support you in every decision you take. Nanami is a foodie, I'm sure he'd love to have someone who to try new recipes with and watch cooking shows with, maybe even cook together.

[thejujvtsupost]

Hello friend! I’d love a continuation of the geto x reader bookshop oneshott! Only if you’re up for it ofc 🩷

Consider this a sort of unofficial small second part for Heaven Looks Like A Bookshop au <3

Notes: F!reader, reader is in college -> Geto is college aged, sweet, not in this part but hurt/comfort with extra comfort, strangers to lovers, nothing new <3

I feel like Suguru starts disappearing at odd times instead of just after missions because he really wants to meet you.

Of course this catches Gojo‘s attention and Gojo can be just so nosy sometimes, he’s determined to keep this a secret for now though. He doesn’t even know who you are yet so it’d be like spoiling his fun too soon.

What you don’t know: One time he literally missed you by a matter of minutes, according to the owner, and you left your scarf behind on the secluded chair you both liked.

And listen, of course he knows theft is wrong, obviously. Buuuuuuut he figures he’ll only borrow it until he can get it back to you in person.

He’s tempted to wear it, it smells like that perfume that’s so comforting after all, but maybe that’s creepy. He’s not trying to be creepy. So instead he keeps it in his dorm, hanging it up on his coat hook so he can see it every day without being weird about it.

Suguru only takes it out when he’s about to visit the bookshop, he has hopes of returning it and he’s disappointed every time he doesn’t run into you. It really makes him grumpy for the rest of the day, which feeds into Gojo’s curiosity. (And now Shoko’s- after his attitude and habit change caught her attention.)

What he doesn’t know: is that it’s literally your favorite scarf and you’re pissed you lost it. It’s your softest one, too.

And you’re definitely taking more notice of the books he leaves around the chair: classics and poetry. It’s romantic, but haunting poetry. You don’t want to assume anything, but if you had to guess based off the selection the poor guy is a little depressed.

Of course by now you’ve inquired about who else enjoys the rarely visited corner, and the owner informs you of a tall fellow- a student who comes in frequently and always looks tired.

What you both don’t know: the bookkeeper and his wife ship you guys 100% but won’t interfere much, it’s so much more interesting if they watch it unfold naturally. They’re shameless.

[sunclownsblog]

Because my last post about this didn't get much traction, I'll say it in a text post.

There is an upcoming global strike for Palestine. February 18th to the 25th. Talk about Palestine and other injustices, call your representatives and email them, boycott companies and limit spending during the week. Get your grocery shopping in now and only buy essentials during the week, please. Limit interaction on posts other than injustices around the world. If you can, skip work or school, though this is a privilege not everyone has.

Edit: It is 18th-25th not 18th-24th!! If you've already reblogged this, please reblog this version instead, edits don't show on past reblogs

[popponn]

from the outsider's view. [itoshi sae x reader]

notes: admittedly, no braincell here only "sae unconditionally lovey dovey" thought (ft. kaiser). i miss sae. and i want him to be happy for a bit. this guy seems like when he is committed he will become the commitment itself despite everything. cute in the way the sort of type who will put in the effort and worth the effort when he is the right person. also, happy cny ❤ warnings: cursings (it's kaiser). fluff. kaiser's pov aka outsider's pov, sae & you being lovey dovey, established relationship, reader's gender unspecified, post canon au, heavy hc that sae & kaiser doesn't get along (outside of the field esp). please don't look to closely into this. @doobea thank u for betaing beloved ♡❀

By any means, it is not as if Kaiser actively tries to murder Sae every time they meet.

But it also doesn’t mean he is buddy-buddy with him either. Honestly, Kaiser hates a lot of people’s guts—Yoichi and Noa currently contending for the #1 spot, sure, but Sae is pretty close up there if he has to list them down. The reason is not particularly complicated for this one, as anyone who has met Sae would agree he is a natural at making enemies. That mid-fielder is one of those people who will do better as a human being if they shut up and not pick up a fight with each breath they take.

So, imagine his surprise to meet the redhead—with you by his side, hand in hand—during a casual outing for some convenience store snack in broad daylight.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Kaiser doesn’t waste a second to ask the moment their eyes meet each other. Kaiser really doesn’t want to have a jerk greeting him the moment he tries to get into an aisle yet here he is.

Sae squints at him in a more offensive manner than usual and then subtly—but very obvious to Kaiser’s eye—pushes you slightly behind his back as if Kaiser might do something to you. Which is wrong—even if Kaiser is very aware he is not the shining beacon of goodness. “Shopping, clearly. What else?”

“Someone you know, Sae?” your voice asks from behind your assumed-boyfriend. Kaiser glances slightly at the blatantly color-coordinated casual clothes. Disgusting. Definitely a boyfriend then. “Oh! Is that Michael Kaiser?”

Kaiser raises an eyebrow as he meets your gleaming eyes. He certainly didn’t expect Itoshi Fucking Sae’s partner to acknowledge him with such enthusiasm. He expected someone who is more or less as bitchy as bitchy as the guy. A smile that has been trained for PR events forms itself on Kaiser’s face, “Why, hello—”

“It’s not,” Sae quickly cuts in. “Just some bugs. Let’s just get the drink and go.”

Fucking Sae.

“Now, now,” Kaiser sneers, his grin widening into an irritated smirk as he approaches closer towards Sae. Said dickhead responds by tugging you closer to him. Sae better be one of those types of unreasonably cutesy protective boyfriends or Kaiser might actually start taking offenses and maim him for real. “Is that a way to greet ‘a friend’, Sae? And—” Kaiser moves on to you, “—hello there.”

The quotation mark hangs heavily in the air. Sae scoffs while you finally get the chance to address Kaiser’s existence politely and introduce yourself, “Hello! Nice to meet you!”

How the fuck did someone who knows basic manners end up with Sae? Kaiser genuinely wants to know if you got paid for this or something. He will ask if it’s not for the fact Sae seems to be itching to claw the hell out of his face. Kaiser really doesn’t want to get lectured for a public incident if he actually gives in to the urge to sock Sae’s resting bitch face. So, instead, he keeps his focus on you even while keeping his sentence directed to you both, “I didn’t expect to see you here. Thought Sae is allergic to store-bought products.”

You laugh at that, whilst Sae sends you a sharp glare—that has a hint of besotted lovesick gaze in it what the fuck—that you promptly ignore in favor of answering Kaiser instead. “Yeah, he is a bit nosy sometimes, huh?” you muse fondly, “But he is open to some products, thankfully.”

Sae pipes in, “Hey.”

“Come on, it’s true,” you reply shortly. As your eyes meet Sae, the besotted lovesick gaze returns, this time reciprocated by your equally lovelorn affectionate one. Kaiser really doesn’t want to see this.

“Hmph,” Sae breathes out like some grumpy mangy cat. Then, as if he truly is some kitty raising up its fur and tail, Sae returns his glare to Kaiser. The way one of Sae’s hand wrap around your shoulder to press you close doesn’t escape Kaiser’s eyes. And the most annoying thing is perhaps the way that it evidently isn’t like Sae deliberately shows it to him like some territorial jealous dickhead. It’s like watching someone taking in a breath and that breath is some lovey-dovey fuckery. “We are going. Let’s go.”

As much as Kaiser wants to make Sae suffer a little bit more via playfully flirting with you or something, being a third wheel to the elder Itoshi sounds so awful it’s not even worth trying. Next time the two Itoshis duke it out by being on the opposite team, Kaiser genuinely considers rooting for the younger one just so he can see Sae fail. And also out of some twisted camaraderie because imagining being a witness to this frequently—one really either builds up some immunity or turns insane.

The sort of guy who casually must touch his lover all the time is unbearable to watch.

So, good fucking riddance.

“Shoo,” Kaiser waves Sae away. And the way you look at Sae like the redhead is the most wonderful man alive lowers Kaiser’s opinion of you enough for that wave to be directed at you too. Get a better taste.

You laugh nervously at their brief exchange as Sae drags you away. Kaiser too shifts his attention away from you. Unfortunately, turns out—fuck him—it isn’t enough to escape the barely audible whispers Sae shares with you as the two of you walk away from the aisle.

“You should be nicer. He is still someone you know.”

“He touched Isagi’s chin on their first meeting to fuck around—I’m not taking chances with that shithole.”

“Aw. I don’t think he will—he seems very aware I’m with you.”

“That guy is insane and it’s better to be ready to kick his dick when you have to. Don’t be too friendly with him next time.”

God. Kaiser wishes for a match with Sae soon just so he can duke it out with him without any repercussions.

[bluelockmaniac]

breaking up w/ bllk boys on valentine's day prank (smau)

valentine's day special! thank you for your support!

ft. isagi, kaiser, sae, reo, nagi, rin

cw: dress mentioned in reo's part, menstrual period mentioned in rin's part.

isagi

kaiser

sae

reo

nagi

rin

comments appreciated, thank you!

[yanqingisim-deactivated20231112]

hi!! how was your day today?

if it's okay, may i request a scenario with jing yuan and/or blade with a reader that really likes spoiling the character? they have way too much money for their own good, so reader decides to use the money for gifts for the character? you can change any of the characters by the way!

if you're not up for this request, or if i sent it in too late feel free to decline!!

please and thank you for your time! :3

-> information. jing yuan x gn! reader and blade x gn! reader. established relationship.

-> word count. 427.

JING YUAN.

at first, this man will be confused because why are you spending your money on him, when you should be saving it for emergencies. not like he’s one to talk. he tried to talk some sense into you but when he saw how you’re spending your money on him, jing yuan went weak.

he’s not used to being on the receiving end of being spoiled by someone, especially when it's from his lover. but as time goes on, he gets used to it. 

imagine his surprise when you show up in his office without knocking, not that he minds. he was bewildered, watching as you dumped many luxurious-looking gifts on his already messy desk.

no matter how jing yuan tried to clear them by hiding them somewhere, more gifts piled up on his desk. fu xuan is beginning to wonder if this was even within her paycheck LMAO. 

it became a daily occurrence at this point. today, you gave him a bouquet of flowers. tomorrow, you’re dragging him to one of the most expensive restaurants in xianzhou to treat him.

the next day, who knows what you have in mind. he has to admit that he loves your gifts, and he can feel the love too. although, jing yuan will return the favor, one way or another. 

BLADE.

bro would be so confused like ??? why are you doing all these for him. he has lots of reasons as to why you should stop this. the first reason is: he doesn’t deserve all these because blade doesn’t see himself worthy of receiving your gifts.

the second reason is: he thinks its a waste of you to splurge your money on him, when you should be saving it instead. and there’s no third reason because i can’t think of any SHSHHSHS. 

blade is just an awkward precious boy. he doesn’t know what to do when you keep giving him gifts. it can be anything honestly: ranging from something as simple as a branded watch to something that reminds you of him.

there was once when you thought it would be funny to get him a cat plushie. the plushie literally looks like him: dark blue fur with red eyes. 

you were surprised when you saw him taking good care of the plushie. he even tucked it in before sleeping! blade isn’t that well-versed in relationships and so on, but he’s trying his best. he’ll get used to it, so just give him some time yuh. who knows, maybe he might even surprise you and give you something. 

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[mitsies-deactivated20240911]

12 minutes. that's how long it's been since you texted itoshi sae back. 12 whole minutes.

he frowns at his phone, glaring daggers at the poor innocent screen that's really done nothing wrong. he hopes you can feel his stare through the device. 12 minutes is a long, long time; what could you possibly be doing that could be more important than texting your boyfriend back?

he stares at the screen as time ticks on. 12 minutes becomes 12 minutes and 30 seconds. 40. 50. 55. 59. 13 minutes. now, that is entirely too long. but he can’t double text because he’s not that desperate, he thinks. (he is. but his ego is fragile.) so he opts to state some more. and then a little more after that.

at the 13 minute and 45 second mark, his hand hovers tentatively over the call button as he debates his next moves; would calling you make him look a fool? or would it perhaps save you from whatever kidnapper was trying to nab you, or alien trying to abduct you? because in sae’s book, those were the only viable reasons as to why you may not message him back right away.

he gives in and calls you. he counts every single ring until you finally, finally pick up: “sae? hello?”

a wave of tension melts off his bones, anxiety he hadn’t even realised was building. relief tastes good and minty on his tongue as he relishes the sound of your voice. how honey-sweet is always sounded whenever you said his name. he doesn’t even realise he’s verbally ghosted you until you ask, “is anyone even there?”

“yeah. i’m here.”

he doesn’t need to be there to see the expression on your face— you look annoyed, confused, miffed. so pretty, too, always pretty. he’s not whipped though. not whipped, not desperate. just a regular guy worried about his girlfriend. (he’s not that pathetic— right?)

“why are you calling me? what’s up?”

he feels petulant and whiny like a child when he speaks as levelly as he can, “you didn’t answer my text.”

he’s not desperate. and he’s not whipped. but you laugh over the phone, and sae feels himself falling, positively swooning like the sappiest little bitch in town.

“babe, my last text to you was ‘bye’. i had to drive.”

oh. he supposes that you’re right. embarrassment mixes with indignation mixed with unbridled affection as he grasps for straws, “i know. i just wanted to make sure you got there okay.”

he hears you snort a laugh on the other end of the phone and he’s melting again despite his unchanged appearance. his free hand thrums against the table he’s seated at as he hangs on your every word, movement, sound, action.

“sure. sure you did. and now that you know i’m okay, it’s cool if i hang up, right?”

he responds a little too quickly. “no. stay on the line.”

“why should i?”

he narrows his eyes. “don’t be difficult.”

“okay. i’ll leave, then—“

“wait.”

a pause. he speaks again: “i just want to talk to you. stay with me.”

you almost want to push more, to tease a bit. to make him say please. but your stomach is already churning like crazy and you’ve got a swath of butterflies in your chest and god, do you love him. so you just say, “okay.”

you hear the slightest smile in his voice when he replies. “thank you.”

itoshi sae is usually not desperate. he’s not whipped, he doesn’t say please, he doesn’t say thanks. but for you? he thinks he can change the rules, just a little, if that’s what it means to have you.

[ode2rin]

and i do, promise

pairing. itoshi sae x gn!reader

genre. fluff | a bit of comfort | established relationship | soft!sae (._.) 

content/warnings. 1.5k+ wc | characters are aged up ! | maybe slightly ooc | talks of marriage | heavy in narration! | minimal proofread | from this ask lmao

in which: you and sae had a talk about your non-negotiables in your future married life.

“and i think we need a dog or a cat, a big fluffy one who will follow me everywhere because it has separation anxiety,” you exclaimed, turning to your lover from where he was sitting.

you and your boyfriend of five years were having one of your conversations about settling down. it wasn't a new topic between the two of you, and you appreciated that he was the one who often brought it up. after you welcomed him home, he would ask you questions about your vision for the future. 

tonight, he asked you what your non-negotiables were. 

given who he is, it always makes you happy that your lover, itoshi sae, was always the one who started these conversations. he respected your wishes of not being a fan of surprises or grand proposals. you remembered how he had brought it up on the night of your fifth anniversary, seemingly out of the blue, which was so unlike him.

“you woke me up just to ask if i want to marry you?”

“yeah, but i’m not saying it has to be now. only when you’re ready —”

“the answer is yes. now shut up and let me sleep, sae.”

the morning after, he asks you one more time, while handing you your coffee he made. just to be sure he heard you right, he says. and once again, you gave him the same answer you did when you were still drowsy.

and that's how you found yourself babbling to him about the pet of your dreams, while sae listened attentively, finding your excitement infectious. he thought it was oddly specific, but for now, he simply replied, “sure…” because he loved the way your eyes sparkled, knowing how thrilled you were to spend your life with him.

you are this excited to start a life with him, while sae would not even think for a moment that there's someone on this earth who can tolerate him for more than an hour (his manager made that very apparent). 

yet here you were, wanting him for life. to itoshi sae, that's as bizarre as the idea of cars flying around. 

so who was he to deny any of your requests? anything you had in mind, he'll get it done. pronto, if he could.

“how about our taxes, love? i don't think i can do that,” you shyly admitted, approaching him. sae instinctively tapped his lap, silently inviting you to sit.

besides, with his net worth, you're not even sure if it could be managed by one person. let alone by you. 

“i'll take care of that,” he said while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. you beam at his reply.

what was the point of having all that money if you had to stress over the mundane? if it were up to sae, he would tell you to simply focus on loving him, in which he would never since he thinks that it’s such a loser thing to say.

“and i want a house by the beach,” you continued, “it doesn't have to be big, but i want it to have big windows and a balcony where you can spend your days off looking at the sea.”

“why?” sae asked curiously, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

you looked at him, a mixture of surprise and conviction on your face. “because you love the sea, and i happen to love you, so it's non-negotiable, sae.”

sae doesn't need a mirror to know his own eyes softened at what you said. Ever since you broke your way into his life, you've done nothing but melt his cold heart with your warm smiles.

he thinks you got him down so bad, yet what's even funnier, he doesn't even see himself getting back right up.

“but how about you?” you whispered softly, your gaze shifting to his hands intertwined with yours, “what's on your mind?”

you. 

he’s thinking of how five years with you made him believe that a lifetime wouldn't be enough time to love you.

just you and him, looking at the sea from the balcony of your soon to be shared home. the image of waking up beside you every morning, making your coffee before you wake up, doing laundry and taxes with you — just the mere thought of sharing a life with you, all of it were consuming his thoughts.

sae would not be able to explain to his younger self how someone like him could be loved like this. younger itoshi sae would think he's such a lukewarm loser if he had known how the older sae couldn't even take a nap without you by his side, gently scratching his nape. how older sae struggles in overseas games now because he misses the weight of your head on his arm and the feeling of your breath on his neck when he cuddles you to sleep. 

and most of all, the younger itoshi sae would have never, ever imagined asking someone to marry him.

yet here he is, making a mental note of your requests. from the oddly specific fluffy pet down to your shared home, he had it memorized.

but as much as sae would dare to give you the world, to provide you with the best life imaginable, he knew that there would always be moments of challenge. 

because sae knows, he knows for sure – that the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with him.

the constant presence of the press, the strains of long-distance, and the voices of people who didn't truly know him beyond his performances on the field would always be there, trying to interfere with your relationship. 

and above all, sae's own flaws and bad habits would always unintentionally make their presence known.

your itoshi sae, who can give you the world, yet can only give you this much.

would that be fine? would that be enough? do you really want that to be your reality all these years to come? sae needs to know.

and so with a gulp, sae turned his head away from you and mustered the courage to ask the question that weighed heavily on his heart.

“are you fine with me giving you a life of fixing bad habits through arguments?”

as the words left his lips, sae felt your hand pause its gentle caress of his knuckles. it felt as if time stood still, and his heart skipped a beat, fearful of your response.

please. 

suddenly, sae found himself entranced by the weight of his necklace, the sleek chain pulling at his consciousness. its significance weighed heavily upon him, for nestled within it was a ring he had bought two years ago that he recently put in his necklace before coming home to you. 

one might say that it was an impulsive purchase. but to sae, he knew it all along that he belongs to you. the ring was just a mere material of his love.

as the tension mounted, sae's shoulders grew even more tense, his every nerve on edge. he felt your sudden shift on his lap, and his heart skipped a beat. moments later, your hands gently cupped his jaw, guiding his gaze to meet yours.

“will you choose us in every single argument?”

us.

you and him. 

it’s enough and more.

in that moment, a part of you knew that you didn't even need his verbal confirmation, for it was written in the depths of his captivating teal eyes. you both would choose each other, time and time again.

“only if you promise me that it's you and me against the problem, and it's never you against me,” you implored, the raw emotion in your voice resonating with his heart. “forget the pet, the house, and the taxes. this, sae. this is my non-negotiable.”

sae stared at you, his gaze unwavering, for what felt like an eternity. eventually, he reached for your left hand, which rested on his cheek. with utmost tenderness, he lifted it, bringing it eye level with both of your faces. closing his eyes, he pressed his lips against your knuckles, lingering a little longer on your ring finger.

“i promised to meet all of your terms, didn’t i? i promise you everything, anything,” he vowed, “you have my word for it, y/n.”

the sincerity of his words made your face flush with warmth. after all these years, he never failed to make you swoon. you wrapped both of your arms around his neck, pulling him closer into an embrace. nuzzling against his neck, you whispered, “do you promise?”

“with my damn life.”

a smile graced your lips as you nestled against him. “good. now, what are your terms for me, mr. itoshi?”

feeling his lips press against your temple, you relished in the tenderness of his touch. sae reached into his shirt, retrieving something from his necklace. your eyes followed his movements, and you gasped as you felt a cold band sliding onto your ring finger. looking up, you saw sae smiling lovingly at you.

“wear this all the time, and the one after this,” as sae's words lingered in the air, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a delicate and tender kiss.

with a soft sigh, sae pulled away ever so slightly, his eyes locked with yours, their depths shimmering with adoration. the ghost of a smile played upon his lips as he savored the moment, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek, tracing the contours of your face.

“that's my only non-negotiable.”

note. shit writing because i hate him. i swear i’ll fight him i swear swear swear. in case, i haven’t said it enough, i hate him. bye.

[doki-doki-imagines]

author note: @kenruu told me this idea couldn't stay in the dms and I wrote it. I'm really sad thanks to uni so I can't really say if this is good or not. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy it.

Sae is a man with a precise objective, being the best midfielder in the world. “It’s simple” Sae thinks, he has the talent, works hard, it’s obvious he’ll be able to do it, and his mind never wavers. Football is his whole world, his only thought.

Then Sae met you, and it’s not like his world changed, he kept training and winning, just, this time, in a little chink of his brain you started to grow, filling that little space with info of you.

“They would like this” “If they saw this their reaction would be so cute” it doesn’t happen often to be thinking of you, but when it does a dumb smile plaster on his face.

Until it’s not a seldom thought, but it becomes relentless, a thrum he can’t brush away, and honestly? Sae wants to vomit.

Sae hates it, every time he imagines your face his chest roar, and he can hear the blood rushing to his face, every time he thinks he’s gonna pass out like a fool on the ground.

At first, it was something happening only inside the closed door of his mansion, maybe you sent him a cute video or just told him about your day and Sae was fine with this; he can look like a dumbass fool in his own house, but not on the field.

Sae can’t stop thinking of you, football isn’t his main objective anymore and for the first time he feels weak, football is his entire life, he is nothing without that; damn chink and damn your smile, your cute face your fucking entire being.

And it doesn’t matter how many times the red hair hits his head against the cement wall of the stadium, hits it hard enough to break skin and leave blood, he can’t get you out of his mind.

“Sae, I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but if you want to play the next match you need to pull your shit together.” His coach told him after the umpteenth missed cross.

Breath gets stuck in his throat, Sae feels like he just got stabbed in the heart; he must put a stop to this situation.

“Get out!”

“I’m coming Sae, did something happen?”

This is why he is now in front of your house, 3 hours before the match starts with blood in his eyes, and fists tight on his sides.

“Tell me you hate me.” Your eyes widened, this looks serious.

“Sae you know it isn’t-“

“I’m in love with you and- Shut up! Don’t you dare open your mouth, let me finish-“ He has his teeth bared, index finger up pointing at you “And you have to reject me, I can’t go on like this.”

It’s like a cold shower, for sure not what you expected to hear on a normal Thursday afternoon.

You keep your lips sealed, you can see in his irises a little quiver, but he keeps looking at you straight in the eyes, his index now down, hand moving like he wants to throw something on the ground, maybe a thought he preferred to scrap instead of voicing it.

“Please, I need you to reject me” He shuts his eyes, and curl his nose in his typical disgusted expression, you notice small tears hanging on his reddish lashes now rolling down his cheeks, bottom lip wounded, red by the incessant bit of his canine.

You never saw him so desperate, so vulnerable, if you listened closely you could hear cracks every time he tried to speak up.

“Are you even listening to me” Sae's voice is harsh, as always, but there is no bite in his words. You take a step closer and constrain every muscle of your body to stay there, don’t move.

Crack.

“I need to concentrate on football, there is my entire life at risk here-“ A sigh breaks his phrase, and you feel your heart cracking “I-I don’t want to like you anymore” he brushes his little fringe back, arms moving around and feet moving back and forth without making a real step; he looks so nervous.

Crack.

Your breath itch, you feel your heart in your throat, not because of his words, but for how desperate he sounded; you don’t want to hear him like this ever again.

You get closer.

“Fuck, say something! Don’t just look at me with those dumb puppy-” You sprint, your hands reach his jaw, your fingertips are so soft and Sae's lips change into an ugly, wobbly grimace, eyebrows furrowed.

Your lips press on his, it’s fast and delicate, if he closed his eyes he wouldn’t have seen it. You pull away, but don’t put space between your bodies, lips a whisper away from each other.

“I’ll be the one-“ one of your hand leave his jaw to brush away some red hair that sticks on his cheek “to bring you to victory, let me work my magic” He is looking at you dumbfound, his irises wobbly.

You kiss him again, but this time you grip the back of his hair to push him into a more forceful kiss.

Crack. He feels like something in his heart break, everything hurt and his hands tingle so much they hurt. Something must have been broken.

Sae this time reciprocates with equal, if not even more, passion, his hands finally find peace on your back, low on your back, pushing your body impossibly close to his.

You break the kiss, breath heavy a string of saliva still connects your mouths, you are fast at removing it.

“Go and win that match.”

Sae nods, a dumb smile plaster on his face, but you can barely see it as he laid his head on your shoulder. He kisses you again, just a simple press of lips, and runs back towards the stadium, new life on his legs reinvigorated more than ever.

“Maybe loving you and football can coexist in my head” He thinks.

For sure that night your magic did work.

[kenruu]

Cringe boy Sae on my mind 🤧

He is so embarrassing sometimes. The type of guy that messes up when he wants to act cool in front of you.

For example, when you walk into the kitchen to see him preparing breakfast, he is normally whisking the eggs but the moment he sees you watching him—he starts whisking faster and even tilts the bowl slightly to make it look like he is some professional egg whisker.

On the other hand, you are just hazy from sleep and have no idea what he is doing, until the dumbass loses his grip on the bowl and spills the eggs all over him and the floor.

He stiffens and slowly turns to look at you with his slightly wide eyes. His face is red as a tomato.

…cringe.

Another example is when he is dressed up in an outfit that he feels good in, his shoes clicking when walking down the stairs—he’s feeling himself. Then he sees you waiting for him and suddenly he is exaggerating his walk…his feet accidentally cross and he nearly crashes all the way down the stairs but he manages to grab the rails to catch himself.

He slowly peers at your worried countenance, blinking rapidly as if to blink away the embarrassment and the redness in his cheeks.

…cringe.

Sae accidentally embarrasses himself too many times in front of you, but miraculously never in front of others. Maybe it’s because he is just so in love with you that it makes him want to seem like the coolest person in your eyes—which is the cause of his disasters when you’re around. He never says anything after embarrassing himself, and he hopes that you don’t say anything either or else he might just die.

He thinks that he is a miserable man at some point, until one day where you were out with him and a drunken man tried to hit on you. Despite the short height compared to the man, Sae’s nonchalant demeanor and deadly glare were more than enough to make the guy scurry away.

Sae feels an explosion in his head and chest when you hug his arm and tell him that he is so cool. A timid smile turns into a funny looking smirk on his face.

[archivedcrescent]

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄.

HSR: Jing Yuan x GN! reader.

WARNINGS/ TAGS: NOT PROOFREAD . OOC [ 290 WC ]

A/N: Still not good at fluff. That's why it's so short. You guys got fluff for 2 days straight, so Dan Heng lovers I'm giving angst.

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You were currently in bed, one of your hands holding your phone, the other in a cat’s- A general’s hair. With the way he clung onto you as he rested his head on your chest, he might as well become a cat. Jing Yuan seemed peaceful, his breathing steady and soft as you threaded your fingers through his hair. 

You could’ve sworn that you heard a few hums of contentment as you did so.

Jing Yuan’s arms tightened around your waist when you tried to get up. You couldn’t. You’re currently his personal pillow, and he’s not letting you leave. After all, it is one of his rare off days that he got to spend with you. He didn’t mind you looking at your phone, he just wanted you to be there. Though, he had to admit that it was getting a little annoying. 

His last straw was when you had finally put your phone away and it started ringing when you were untying his hair. He could hear the voice from the other side of the phone, and as tired as he might have seemed during the moment, he couldn’t help but take your phone from your hands and without a care about what the person tried to speak about, said, “Hello? The person you’re trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please call again later,” before setting your phone aside and pulling you down to cuddle with him. 

Jing Yuan pulled you into his chest, his hands now running through your hair. He didn’t say anything, only kissing your forehead before closing his eyes once more. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but smile as you sighed at him. What were you ever supposed to do with him?

RBs & follows are highly appreciated <3

[saeitoshithoughts]

jing yuan just isn’t coming home (its been hrs and im still hunting for stelar jades…) COME HOMEEEE!!!

[remaneos]

꒰   jing yuan x afab reader / wc: 1.4k   ꒱   :   warnings include talks of marriage but uhhh i think that’s about it. this is mostly just banter between jing yuan and reader. or flirting. this is just literally how they flirt. also not proofread and never will be <3 and maybe ooc jing yuan but who’s to say. do we really know what he’s like when he’s in love *thinking emoji*

note: uhhh i know i said i wouldn’t write anything on this blog but the jing yuan brain rot has taken over me i fear… psd by ninetitans on deviantart :3c

“I hear that there have been talks concerning your marital status.”

You do not lift your face up from the chessboard, instead keeping your gaze solely on the pieces before you with your brows knitted together in deep concentration. There was no room for making mistakes. You must be meticulous and calculated with your decisions. With your pride weighing heavy above your head, you could not afford to admit defeat to him once more.

You’ve already lost four times. A fifth would be a bruise to your ego.

“I was not aware that the General liked to engage himself in rumours during his spare time.”

“Well,” he starts with a hum, raising his hand to pet the bird that landed on his shoulder with a gentle finger. “Only if said rumours are a matter of interest to me.”

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