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 ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ “lukewarm.”

itoshi sae × reader <𝟑 .ᐟ 

cw! girldadsae is not for the weak.

“It should be ‘dada.’”

You don’t even look up. “It’s going to be ‘mama.’”

Across from you, Sae narrows his eyes slightly, holding your baby in his arms like this is a very serious competition. “She spends more time with me.” “She literally grew inside me.” “…That’s not the point.” “It is absolutely the point.”

Your daughter, completely unaware of the stakes, is just sitting there blinking at both of you like: what is wrong with these people.

This becomes a mission. Not a casual “oh, she’ll say something eventually.” No. A mission.

Sae, for the first time in his life, is putting genuine effort into something that isn’t soccer. “…Da,” he says, calm, precise. “Da-da.” Your daughter drools (Sae internally: is this rin). “Close enough,” you mumble. “It’s not,” he replies immediately. “She needs to enunciate.” “She is a baby.” “She can still learn.” You snort.

He tries everything. Repetition. Consistency. Eye contact. “…Dada,” he says again, tapping lightly near his chest. “Say ‘dada.’” She giggles. Not helpful.

Meanwhile, you? You’re not even trying that hard. You just casually hold her and go, “Mamaaa~” And she smiles. Sae watches. Judging. Calculating. “…You’re influencing her.” “Yeah,” you grin. “It’s called being loved.” “…I am loved.” “Then why isn’t she saying ‘dada’?” He goes quiet. You win that round.

Days pass. Then weeks. Still no clear first word. Just sounds. Babbling. Chaos. Sae remains determined.

“…Dada,” he repeats one afternoon, sitting cross-legged with her on the floor. “Dada.” She stares at him. Processing. This is it. He can feel it.

You’re watching from the couch, trying not to get your hopes up—but also very invested. “Dada,” he says again, softer this time. Your daughter opens her mouth. Sae leans in just slightly. You lean forward too. The room goes quiet. And then—“Luh…”

Sae freezes. “…Da,” he encourages carefully. “Lu…” Your eyes widen. Oh no. “Dada,” Sae tries again, just a little more urgent now. Your daughter smiles. “…Luh…” You clap a hand over your mouth. No way. No actual way.

“…wam.”

Silence. Complete. Utter. Silence. Your daughter beams, proud of herself. “Luhwahm!” You lose it. Absolutely lose it. You’re doubled over on the couch, laughing so hard you can’t breathe. “…No,” Sae says flatly. Your daughter, encouraged by your reaction, claps her tiny hands.

“Luhwahm! Luhwahm!”

“No.” “That’s her first word?!” you wheeze. “Sae, oh my—” “No.” He looks genuinely offended. Not angry. Offended. Like reality itself has wronged him. “She’s not saying that again.” “Luhwahm!” your daughter chirps happily.

You’re crying now. Actual tears. “She got it from you!” you manage between laughs. “I don’t say it that often.” You just stare at him. He pauses. “…That’s not the point.” “It is the point!”

He tries to fix it. Immediately. “No,” Sae says, serious again, turning back to her. “Dada.” She smiles. “Luhwahm!” “…Dada.” “Luhwahm!” “…No.” “Luhwahm!” You are not helping. At all. You’re still laughing. “This is your fault,” he mutters. “How is this my fault?!” “You encourage her.” “I didn’t teach her your insults!” He exhales sharply.

Your daughter grabs his sleeve, looking up at him with those big, bright eyes. “Luhwahm,” she says again, softer this time.

Like it’s something important. Sae goes still. Again. Always still with her. “…It’s not a bad word,” he mutters, almost to himself. You blink at him. “…Are you serious right now.” “She could’ve said something worse.” “Like what?!” He doesn’t answer. Because—fair.

Later that night, when she’s asleep—you find Sae sitting beside her crib, watching her. “…You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you,” you say quietly. “…It was supposed to be ‘dada.’”

There’s something so mildly bitter about the way he says it, you almost laugh again—but you hold it in this time.

“…Hey,” you nudge him gently. “It’s still her first word.” “…‘Lukewarm.’” You bite your lip. “…It’s kind of iconic.” He gives you a look. You shrug. “It suits her. She’s your kid.” “…That’s exactly the problem.” You grin, leaning your head on his shoulder. “…You know she’ll say ‘dada’ eventually.” “…She should’ve said it first.”

There’s a pause. Then—from the crib—a tiny, sleepy voice: “…Da…” Both of you freeze. Slowly, slowly, Sae looks over. Your daughter shifts slightly in her sleep.

“…Da…Luhwahm…”

Silence. You turn to him, biting your lips to hold back a laugh. He doesn’t say anything. But something in his expression softens—just a little.

“…See? She sorta said it…” you whisper. He exhales quietly. “…Close…enough.” But he doesn’t look away from her. Not even once.

Because internally he's laughing.

˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ saeka’s side note!! felt bad for not posting im so sorry yall... LIFE HAS BEEN HITTIN A TRUCK ON MEEEEE... anyways thank you sm for reading!! girldad sae is eveyrthing i need in life i need to wife him up rn or not ill die, anyways loooooveeee yaaall 💗

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HELLO HIII HIYYAA EVERYONENENEN SORRY FOR ZERO UPDATE NOWADAYS sch**l HAS BEEN KICKINNN MEEEE and my lazy ass hasnt been working on assignments RAHAHAGAHAGHEHE and sm upcoming events omg anyways IM GONNA COME BACK WRITING SOON!! I promise I'll be more active on summer break heh LOVE YALL 💗💗

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The Bullet Point

wc: 3,721

Marriage and everything else that came with it were part of your dream. Not Sae's.

content: Sae Itoshi x fem!reader, sfw, sunshine!reader (she's def over the top), fluff, romance, childhood friends, shoujo inspired (specifically itazura na kiss), silly. AU.

The idea had sounded absolutely perfect when Mrs. Itoshi brought it up, the certainty in her voice, that twinkle in her eyes. Rin seemed to be all settled in his apartment now, and your dad had plenty of helping hands at his bakery. It was the perfect time to carry out the plan you had been dreaming about, tossing and turning and giggling with excitement late at night about for years now.

The plan, that dream that kept you going even when things got hard, when you felt sad and alone. The plan that Mrs. Itoshi fully supported you in, always coming up with the most brilliant ideas to add, Mr. Itoshi speaking up gently to maybe make them a little more realistic. The one that Rin would roll his eyes at and call you stupid over (he was just jealous! hmmph!). The one that your dad would shake his head fondly at, with amusement and that subtle pride in his smile.

Words written down in your old childhood diary, circled and doodled around, the page covered with hearts and stickers and the sign of age, yet still just as true.

So you bought that long one-way plane ticket from Japan to Spain that same day, spirits high and determination unbreakable. After all, Sae was all alone in that foreign land, left to fend for himself for so many years, you couldn't bear to leave him like that anymore! Now you finally had the chance to be there with him! Yes, that’s right, you would be there to cook his favorite meals (..the ones that fit his highly selected meal plan anyways..), make sure his luxury apartment wasn't just a house but a home (cozy pillows, photos, and matching toothbrush holders and so much more!), and cheer him on during each and every one of his games, in person now!

Your smile was still so bright as you somehow managed to hail a taxi driver at the airport with a mixture of your nonexistent Spanish and incredibly poor English (..perhaps you should have studied a little more...) and showed them the address that you had saved on your phone for months. The address that was memorized by heart, the one that you had already sent a plethora of letters and care packages to.

Your eyes were dazzling as you got out of the cab and stood in front of that sleek, beautiful apartment complex that Sae was residing in. You could hear your heart beating so fast at the thought of finally being able to see Sae after 4 months of being apart, and that this time it would be permanent, it wouldn’t be just another short visit. The apartment no longer just the photo pinned to your bedroom wall, your dreams no longer only confined to the touch of the glossy paper and magazine cutouts beneath your fingertips.

It was only when you got that panicked phone call from Mrs. Itoshi, as you were trying and failing to get the apartment complex’s security guard to let you in that your bright smile diminished a bit. Because Sae was not currently in Spain. He was in Germany, as was Rin, and would be there for at least a month due to some football event he had joined.

The twinkle in your eyes seemed to die a bit and your smile became so much smaller as you came to the sudden realization that you were in a foreign country, two large heavy suitcases at your side, with no understanding of the language and no place to stay. You sank to the ground, hugging your knees as you inhaled heavily to hold back your tears as fear clouded your thoughts.

But!

You would be okay because you had the power of a credit card! And just like that, you popped right back up, your determination burning brighter than the scorching sun above you (the young security guard might have been looking at you with a look of utmost fear, but that didn't really matter right now).

So you decided to go for a little walk around the neighborhood, taking in the fresh crisp ocean breeze, the sound of distant seagulls and crashing waves soothing your worries. Stopping for a delicious lunch at that cute little restaurant you spotted (giggling to yourself as you pictured eating there with Sae next time, oh so romantic!), noticing a cute little storefront that seemed to have been recently sold (perfect for a bakery you mused dreamily) before you managed to get another taxi to take you right back to the airport.

You miss how the security guard of Sae’s apartment complex so desperately tried to wave you back over, his black cell phone pressed to one of his ears as you excitedly looked at your trip itinerary for Germany in the back seat of the taxi.

The first thing Eita Otoya notices about you is your cute, sunny smile as he sits down next to you on the crowded plane and your excitement and relief at the realization that he also speaks Japanese. The second thing he notices is that dainty rose gold ring around your finger, twisted and dotted with little white diamonds, reminiscent of ocean waves in the sunset. It looks vaguely familiar, a small tickle in the back of his head that he can’t quite pinpoint. He assumes it must be some trendy designer jewelry piece he saw somewhere like that overly expensive bracelet that so many of his ex-girlfriends had wanted him to buy.

The third thing he notices about you is your soft, sparkly eyes, the light flush of your cheeks when he asks you if you have a boyfriend (he’s learned the hard way to always ask that question), and how you bashfully shake your head ‘no’. How cute. He assumes he’s in the clear then, to have you be his friend for a bit while he stays in Berlin, he’s already picturing taking you out to restaurants, enjoying a good meal together, having you cheer him on, and a bunch of other things with a cute girl like you at his side.

Eita Otoya does not notice the bubble of giddy laughter that is barely contained behind your bright smile, that far-off, dreamy look in your eyes after he had mentioned the term boyfriend. Because you definitely did not have a boyfriend.

Not anymore!

Rin Itoshi is already feeling a migraine forming from the grueling experience of having to sit between his two most obnoxious teammates on that 2-hour plane trip from Paris. He thinks he’s officially lost it, that he’s seeing hallucinations now because he swears he sees your dumb smiling face in the goddamn Berlin airport. Impossible. There's no way, even you aren't stupid enough to plan something like this, right?

…

Right?

…

Sae Itoshi’s manager thinks today is the day he will die. If not from the extreme levels of stress he is currently experiencing, it will be from Sae Itoshi’s cold wrath. The poor man is sweating, his normally pristine suit rumpled and drenched, sleeves rolled up, glasses sliding off his damp face as he has his phone pressed to his ear, laptop open as he desperately scrolls through credit card transactions and airline information.

Sae is still in the midst of his interview, answering bluntly and clinically in his typical manner yet his words seem even more curt than normal. Left foot subtly bouncing, hands locked together, cold teal eyes glancing back to his frantic manager between questions.

Immediately taking his phone out of his pocket the moment the cameras are turned off and everyone is packing up. Jaw clenching when the number he calls leads straight to voicemail.

It’s not until you’re at the hotel lobby (Otoya-kun's suggestion, oh he's so nice, you're so happy you made a new friend!), taking out your card to pay for your hotel room, it finally dawns on Otoya about where exactly he had seen your ring before. His eyes zeroing in on that very, very familiar name printed on the credit card in your hands.

Oh.

(Ninja Art: Strategic Exit)

You're done paying for your hotel room, excited to finally put your suitcases somewhere and then go eat at that amazing restaurant Otoya kept mentioning, turning to face him only to find him nowhere to be found. Brows furrowed and lips pouting in concern and confusion as you look around the hotel lobby, trying to figure out where your new friend could have gone.

"You."

That familiar voice, the one that you could recognize with your eyes closed, the one you sometimes fall asleep to while on facetime with. The voice engrained into your heart. Monotone and cold yet anything but (especially right now). Your smile is the brightest it's been all day, the brightest it's been in months really, suitcases and hunger and exhaustion (and Otoya-kun's mysterious disappearance) all forgotten from your mind as you rush over to him, flinging your arms around him.

"Sae!"

Your heart so warm, beating so brightly, so bubbly like your favorite fizzy candy. A feeling you've always felt with Sae.

Like when you were 6 and you dropped your ice cream cone.

You’re in absolute shock, ready to cry yet again and Sae does not want to deal with that again, he doesn't like it when you cry. You've had too many things to cry about recently, but at least this situation is something he can try to control. So he shoves his own ice cream cone into your hand, hoping that’ll be enough. It’s something he’s used to doing for his younger brother, just the most effective way to stop your nearly endless tears. Another crybaby in his life to take care of. Your small hands linked together as you walk around the neighborhood park, your shimmering eyes glued to him.

Or when you’re 8 and you and your dad and the Itoshi family go out for your weekly movie night.

An established ritual of going to see a movie together with reservations ready at that yummy restaurant later, something your families have done ever since you could remember. The movie was your choice this time, a story of a mermaid becoming a human princess and living in a seaside castle with her adorable sea creature friends and her beloved prince, fixing all their problems with the power of love and friendship.

Your eyes barely left the movie screen as they dazzled in excitement at how the mermaid princess and her human prince danced and spun around on that beautiful balcony overlooking the ocean. The warmth in your heart and the little tears of happiness that bubbled in your eyes as the prince and the mermaid got married.

You still weren’t too sure what marriage was, all you knew was that it meant you could sleep in the same bedroom like Mr. and Mrs. Itoshi did, that you would love each other forever, make each other happy forever, even if you couldn’t see each other (like how your dad visited your mama every year, a fresh flower bouquet, warm glossy eyes, and soft smiles). An endless playdate with your favorite person in the whole universe, always happy and together!

That was what you wanted, that was what you dreamed of. So you declared during dinner, a little too loudly in the quiet restaurant, that you had a dream of what you wanted to do as an adult. Clumsily standing up from your seat, nearly tipping your water cup over, face scrunched and rosy with determination and courage and too much soda.

Your declaration that you and Sae would get married when you were older and live in a seaside castle just like in the movie and live together forever and ever (and become mermaids and other such crucial details). Your small warm hand had gently grabbed Sae’s hand during your declaration and his teal colored eyes bore down at where your hands were linked. “Okay.” He had simply said in that monotone voice.

Your dad and Mr. Itoshi looked at you wide-eyed before laughing heartily, your dad reaching over to ruffle your head. Mrs. Itoshi nodded enthusiastically, overwhelmed by your absolute cuteness as she sniffled proudly, already calling you her precious, adorable daughter-in-law, already envisioning and planning a grand wedding as Mr. Itoshi gently rubbed her shoulder in hopes she wouldn't make this even more of a scene.

Rin grumbled and huffed and told you that was stupid, that something like that was impossible and even if it were, Sae wouldn’t live in some stupid seaside castle! His big brother would live in a football stadium with him, the two of them the #1 and #2 best strikers in the whole entire world!

You were pouty and your eyes full of tears, like the little crybaby you were as you bickered with Rin (h-how dare he! You were older! Hmmph! Why did he never listen to you as he did with Sae!). Sae was silent through the whole thing, still chewing on his bite of pasta, quiet as he usually was when the two of you harmlessly fought over him, his free hand still in your grasp. Until finally cutting in.

"We can do both."

Rin eventually agrees that you can have your castle across from their football stadium and that you can host your tea parties to celebrate every single game they will win. You reluctantly pout back that he can be a mermaid too and have sleepovers in your castle…if he listens to whatever you say!

Amongst the laughter and chatter and the sound of Mrs. Itoshi’s camera, as she forever immortalized this moment, Sae Itoshi added another minor detail to that small list of bullet points he kept in his head.

It’s when you’re 10 and you’ve made your first batch of homemade cookies all by yourself without the help of your dad (aside from helping you with the oven stuff).

Your fingers are a little burnt (and so are the cookies), but your eyes are sparkling, smile bright and hopeful as you rush off skipping to the neighborhood park to meet up with Sae and Rin, holding the little red cookie tin to your chest.

"They taste burnt."

Sae says matter-of-factly after a bite, chewing slowly as if that would help him make a proper critique.

"Yeah, they're burnt! Bleh! Burnt!"

Of course, Rin mimicking him before adding his own little flair.

Your lip wobbling, lashes fluttering slowly, eyes getting hot and wet with tears.

Sae reaching into the little tin for another one and then another until they're all gone, eating each one despite your tearful, pouty whines.

"They're not bad. Just keep making them, I'll eat all of them."

It's when you’re 13 and Sae is leaving.

Leaving to go live in a whole other country, away from you. Your tears are large and already seeping into Sae’s brand-new jersey as you wish and whine so badly that you could go with him. He’s quiet, and calm, telling you to stop being a big baby, saying he’ll be back for a visit in a few months probably. His hand in yours, a subtle squeeze, as his other hand gently pinches your pouty lips. You'll be good for him, right?

A little moment of hesitation before he suddenly leans in, cheeks just as red as yours, his lips clumsy and quick, a sweet little press against yours. Your eyes on him, wide and bubbly, heart nearly beating out of your chest. Your lips wobbling as you attempt to pucker them, looking up at him expectantly in hopes he will do it again.

He lets out that rare little noise you adore, that soft chuckle, the corner of his lips slightly upturned, only your silly face in his teal eyes. He leans in and you perk up excitedly, wanting to make sure your second kiss is perfect, longer, closing your eyes, hands trembling.

Only for him to pinch your lips again with his fingers.

"Crybabies don't get second kisses unless they're good."

And when you’re 14 and Sae is visiting for a few days.

It’s a cold winter day, full of fluffy white snow and you’re bundled up tight in the red scarf that Mrs. Itoshi gifted you. It’s just the two of you because Rin refuses to leave his room (he’s been in a really bad mood recently, you're still figuring out how to cheer him up..both of them up).

The two of you walk around the park as the snow falls, Sae is quiet, even more than normal, as you point things out or tell him about some of the things that have happened while he was gone. Your gloved hands are entwined, as always when the two of you walk. His hand feels different, a little bigger, a little thinner, a little more rough, just like the rest of him. His teal eyes are dull, trained on the snowy path you walk, before settling onto your obnoxious beaming smile, the flush of your cheeks, the way he looks reflected in your eyes.

Pulling him to go sit on a snowy bench before taking out that familiar old cookie tin, full to the brim of sugar cookies, sprinkled with red and blue sprinkles, edges a little cracked.

"I'm on a diet, you know."

Yet he's reaching for one, pressing the allegedly "heart-shaped" cookie to his lips and taking a slow bite. Your eyes watching every little moment of his mouth, your heart beating nervously and your gloved hands fisted with nervousness.

"Better than last time."

Your smile too bright, it could rival the sun.

He reaches for another only to be tugged down, his lips unceremoniously pressed against yours, too sudden, your nose nearly hitting his. Crumbs still on his lips, now on yours. Sweet like vanilla and butter.

So perfect.

It’s when you’re 16, having another one of your long-distance phone calls.

You babble endlessly as always, phone pressed to your ear as your legs sway back and forth as you lay on your plushie-covered bed. Sae, as usual, is mainly silent as he continues with his gym routine, responding with an occasional grunt or ‘hmm’ as you go on and on. His ears full of nothing except the clinking of gym equipment and your loud, cheery voice. You mention your new friend who you’re going to the movies with this weekend, the boy at your school who offered you his umbrella on a rainy day (so kind!), and who always wants to eat lunch with you.

"Didn't you fail your math test? Don't waste your time on stupid things like that and study instead."

"..S-Sae!!" (As usual…he was right.)

A few days later you receive a small package from Spain, sent via express mail, a little silver ring, and a simple four-word note.“Do not take off.”

You're ecstatic, showing off to everyone who will listen (and Rin of course). Spamming Sae's messages with way too many selfies. Your hand and that sparkling little ring the main focus in all of them, receiving nothing back but that little 'read' indication and a single "go study" message.

It's when you're 17, sat at the Itoshi's kitchen table.

Going through the recent sports magazine that Sae graced the cover of, your handy scissors at your side as you happily recount Sae's most recent interview to those present.

(Your smile too wide as you trace over that familiar silver ring that's hung around his neck, barely visible under his jersey, fingertips against the cold, glossy paper.)

Rin with his arms crossed and trying to look as disinterested as possible while Mrs. Itoshi happily nods from where she's typing away at her work laptop. But you give Rin that smile that always makes him huff, nervous at whatever dumb thing you're going to do now, seeing him twitch and try to hide his flustered look as you produce a second magazine of the same issue, still in its plastic wrap.

"This way you can cut out Sae's pictures and have them on your wall too! Let's make dream boards together, Rin!"

"S-shut up!"

It's right now, years later, settled in the back seat of the car as the driver drives the two of you back to where Sae is staying, your head on Sae's shoulder.

You're already fast asleep, your exhaustion, the happiness of your heart catching up with you (and the jet lag). Hands entwined. Matching wedding rings glowing under the bright passing city lights, the softness of the moon.

His phone is silenced, lighting up for a moment, the notification of his new interview being posted, before the screen fades back to darkness, tucked away in his bag next to that red cookie tin you had excitedly taken out of your suitcase. For now, the interview was irrelevant, forgotten in the midst of your peaceful snores, his soft, amused smile.

But in the morning, when Sae was already well into his morning routine, you would be cozy and warm and still so sleepy under the silky covers. He would then take the time, sat at the small hotel room patio with his kombucha, to skim over his interview.

'Sae Itoshi Confirms Marriage Rumors.'

He knew that once you woke up, once your sleepy, jet-lagged state gave way to your usual bubbly energy, you'd be over the moon. Squealing and giggling and saying how you needed to save the article in your scrapbook. Nearly jumping on him as you showered him in too much affection, messy little kisses, and cheeks pressed together. Undeniable proof of your dream coming true, solid like that ring around your finger, like the marriage certificate framed back in the apartment in Spain.

Your dream.

But not Sae's.

Because for Sae, marriage was not a dream, not some goal he would eventually achieve when he deemed it time. It had never been any of that. You and your overly burning love, your too-radiant smiles and laughter, your crybaby tears, your warm hugs, and noisy kisses, and sweet sugar cookies were just truths. Undeniable facts in his life. Your presence in his life, your relationship never a dream, never a goal, never a checkmark, but a bullet point. A bullet point on that little list of things that were fundamental to Sae Itoshi's life.

[unknownsvoid]

hot take ig?

i feel like people forget how sensitive shidou actually is and it sucks. like, no he isn't a fucking weirdo that would rape you — not even cnc. sure, he's freaky, but he has morals. it literally says in the egoist bible that he tends to cry because he fears he isn't good enough or something like that and that he has hobbies. people characterise him as he's just nothing BUT freaky. 🫩🫩

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ryusei will always be my goat

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Hiii do you have a masterlist:33

HELELELEOEOOOOOO AAAAA im planning to but I HAVENT GOTTEN THE MITIVATION TO DO SO IM SORRY ill work on it toooodaaayyyy and post it like... idk when... BUT ILL WORK ON IT NOOOWWW ‼️‼️

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I love bunny Iglesias so much!! 😍😍😍

What are your thoughts on him, ;)

hey... i hate to break it to you... but i

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i LOVE reading whatever you podt its so YUMMMYMYBTNRB🤤🤤🤤😋😋😋

TAHANKSSJAKKSKSYOUUYYUUU SOSOSOSOOS MCUCUHCHCHXHHSHAHQJA im getting sm praise kink today i love you guys I LOVE YOUUUYYUUUU ill keep feedinv the sae-chan nation HELL YEAHAHAH ‼️‼️🔥

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First person I’ve seen on this app with my music taste holy 🥹

NOOOFUCKIIINGGGWAAAYYYY thats so cool ily, my friends always say i have the most bipolar music taste ever like on one hand i LISTEN to laufey, beabadobee, w2e, tv girl, alex g and on the other hand... msi, pierce the veil, korn, three days grace, slipknot AT THE SAME TIME LMAO

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hii omg I love your writing so much do you think we could be moots!! ๑•͈ᴗ•͈๑

HELELELOEOEOEOOOO SURE SUREE OFCCC im always open for moots,, TYSMMSMSMSMSM thats really sweet ily 💗

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HIHIII HELLO HIYYA EVERYONNEEEEE thank you LOOOADSSSS for 300 follows GAIAHWIWHWIHWIE i havent been posting much caaauuusee been busy with life FORGIVE ME im rlly rlly HAPPY to gain 300 follows in this month HAIAHWIWKWJISJWK im busting my pants ily guys i swear ill enter flow state soon.... write for sae again and again.. ALSOOO im pretty slow working on requests MY BAD but im working on it nowww THEN AGAIN thanks loads for 300 follows 💗‼️🔥

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angel startin a reblog game on a saturday?! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ reblog with nine of your f/os/faves !! let's see if there is a trending type hehehe

very shyly tagging some mooties :3 no pressure !! @heiayen @sincerelyhunnybee @carminechrollo @yaminohimeyume @dewberrydusk @hikentomori n whoever wants to join !!

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THANKSS SO MUCH FOR THE TAG LOVELY LIAA @caramelluxe ☆ 💕💕💕🍥🍥 !! there's probably a pattern here.. maybe.. maybe (˶˃𐃷˂˶) 💖💖💖

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EEE THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME ARIA I LOVE TAG GAMES

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[darlingbambii]

thank you for the tag cherry baby >//< i love youu

no pressure tags 💗 @whispers-of-aurora @liliklei @heavenssxnt @sixxels @ryosprincess @lemonjuicie @venusins @storynette @cassideezlife @cupidstrace @strawb3rryhachi (basically most of the server im in 😭)

[lemonswirlss]

ty for the tag lili, cherry, and bambi!!! <33

no pressure tags: @iheartanzai @ieatkunas @getopilleds @getosurya @stberrypuss @satorusiito

[satomiu]

‎𓊆ྀི 𓏼⑅ i love tag games ! noticing a trend . . . they're either loud / annoying as shit or quiet as hell

꒰꧞ ˃ ⌔ ˂ ིྀ꒱ ۫ ݂ np tags ! : @kunacakes @chosouholic @amortoru @sweetieelilii @kryingk4t @mokkiaun @illumoria @storynette

[amortoru-deactivated20260523]

awhhh thank you sm for the tag!! (and scarlett + aria!! <333 omfg i barely checked my mentions)

npt: @reositos @syrialcake @deartoru @vanillaabunsss @k44rds @sxviyna @heavenlybodies333 + anyone else!

[gravelocked]

wait peak Am i allowed to add actors Idk about this guys

npt @ashreo5ever @jungwonnii @bluelocklvrrr @perlleta @makisrealwife @munchkinmag1c @ivytheweeaboo @kenyudotcom @yukimiyaglazerr @txnkos @yumyumcherryy @ichigolovescatzz @ohio-gyatt-mega-sigma-rizzler @posieyaps @saesosaa @danyni @rinsloverr @gl00mymil0

THATS ALOT OF TAGS

[bluelocklvrrr]

evb is just doing anime so i will asw😭

@shinoagriche @jungwonnii

[shinoagriche]

@yayamrata

@bluelocklvrrr hi baby

[yayamrata]

THANKS FOR @ MEEE

no pressure tags!! @tamashithe2nd @allieluvsh @alexispastry @boba-rama @dontlickmyfeetplz @nakaira @bunny4kaiser @laeliaflores @licl0ud @wuiwee @fairyofprose @jxxbtx @poetmiu @kenyudotcom @officiallylucky @ohio-gyatt-mega-sigma-rizzler @i-yonakaruz-i @itoshirinlover @unrrequitedd @yumyumcherryy @thetwinkims @cornbreadslam @chuuyachihuahua @vanillaadots @nightshadekisss

[poetmiu]

ughh wait idk who to tag lwk….

@officiallylucky @vellichorira @jobyourlove @tamsanni @saekelptea @seinette @sgtsnowie uhhhh yeah!

[saekelptea]

TYSMSMSMMS FOROORRR THHHEEE TAGGGG

here we have bangs down itoshi sae, summer itoshi sae, lil itoshi sae, backshot(ting) itoshi sae, Shibuya arc itoshi sae, first appearance itoshi sae, fem!sae, RYUSAE ‼️💗

npt!! @atsublooms @saesosaa @makisrealwife @kuronarnze @lavenderseiuu @kin02r @strawberrylycake + everyone else who wants to join !!

[chivachill]

1/3

For My Salad Days by roseduroi on Ao3

[saekelptea]

@7vienna US US US our matching pfp ‼️‼️

[saekelptea]

A page dedicated to Sae, i’m in heaven. I went through your whole page I love your work!!

WOOOHOOOOO HELL YEAAA i love ITOSHI SAE with my life on the line ‼️‼️‼️🤤🤤 THANK YOU LOOOADSSS

[saekelptea]

OUUU GURL U WRITE SOOO GOOOD :3333

THANK YOUUU SOSOSOSOS MUCUCUCHCHCHCHCHCHHH im busting my pants at this ily giiiirlll 🤤💗‼️

[saekelptea]

pretty pls! wannabe moots??🥹✨

SUREEE SUREEE OFCOURSEE im open for mooties 🤤🤤 lauf lauv mooties 💗

[saekelptea]

You’re cool do you wanna be moots 🥹

WOAOOAAHAHAHAH praise kink... mm getting fed well.. I MEAN THANK YOU SO MUCH‼️‼️ ofcourseee I LOOVEEE MOOTSSS 💗💗‼️‼️🤤🤤