#sae things

[saecookie]

Things i sewed recently

[peaktora]

—ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 * ˚ ✦ : the process of convincing sae itoshi to buy the most unusual, unhealthy item at the supermarket

“sweetheart, you can’t possibly be serious,” sae says—though it sounds more like a challenge, and in response, you treat it like one.

“what?” you ask ever so sweetly, a teasing smile on your face. “they’re waffles and syrup oreos. limited edition!”

his arms cross as he stares at the bright orange package in your hands. it personally offended him.

“if i like waffles with syrup, why wouldn’t i like these?”

he visibly winces. “what you’re holding is radioactive sugar pretending to be cookies.”

you roll your eyes and drop the pretty little package into the cart. “you said i could pick one random thing i wanted—anything—that wasn’t on our grocery list.”

“what’s so bad about the normal oreos?” he asks, reaching into the cart to grab them. you gasp, stepping between him and the cart.

“i don’t want normal,” you declare. “why get the same boring stuff when we can have these fun ones? who knows? i could be one of only ten people in the world who get to try these.”

he sighs. “i’m telling you, you’re going to take one bite, hate it, and then ask me how in the hell i allowed you to even try them in the first place.”

your smile only grows wider. “maybe…but atleast i can stay i tried them!”

for a moment, he does nothing but stare at you. then, he shoots a glare at the blinding bright oreo packaging in the cart before letting out a low groan.

it’s at this point you know that you’ve won.

“fine. but i’m not eating them.”

“hm, you will if i feed you one in your sleep!” you cheer, continuing your way down the aisle.

the corner of his mouth twitches, a smirk playing at his lips. “yeah? then let’s hit the office aisle next—‘m gonna need some tape to seal those cookies shut.”

inspired by these dialogue prompts.

[y-elleven]

sae folds so hard for domesticity. a total sucker in love. the guy's useless at everything but soccer but for you he'd learn to do laundry, cook meals you can share together, all the basic life skills he never bothered to learn for himself bc he never really thought of life beyond soccer. but for you? man, for you he would. he wants a future with you so bad he doesn't know what to do with himself sometimes. he wants you as you are right now and he wants you when you're old and wrinkly with him. he just wants you with him. he wants to have a home that's warm and has fresh fruit on the table and comfy pillows with traces of you and everything you love everywhere. a home that's lived-in and with two of everything. he wants that future with you. so please let him peel your fruits for you. let him drape his jacket over your shoulders when it starts getting just a little chilly. let him wordlessly pull you to the side farthest from the road when you walk on sidewalks

he's not very good at the practical things yet. he's still learning how to make the future that warms his dreams a reality you'd also want. so for now, let him do what he can, even if it's just the little things

[itadooori]

you might not be her father, but you were someone's

[saecookie]

yet the person inside of me was trying to communicate. Tried to crawled out of there. And it was cataclysmic. And I didn't understand what this was about. Why was I throwing tantrum, I wasn't anyone? I wasn't a person. Why was there something pretending to be a person inside of here?

everything just really comes down to how I wasn't a person for most of my life. by which I mean I did not consider myself a person. it made such a profound impact on the way I navigated the world & yet standing on the other side of it I could hardly explain it to you

[kxsagi]

This feels like talking to a celebrity, and I'm not even joking

Could I please request some soft, cozy, sleepy, cuddle oneshots with my bllk boys? Specifically Gagamaru, Raichi, and Kuon if it's not too much trouble?

You can add others if you like too!

I love you, you're beautiful~♡

Do I get a good grade in requests?

“𝐲𝐨��’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡”

a/n: AAAAAAAAA STOP ILYT

you are so beautiful too, and yes you do get a good grade in requests! 

and i don't like kuon, but i will write headcanons for him just for you <3

ft. gagamaru gin, raichi kingo, kuon wataru, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, karasu tabito, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael

gagamaru gin

you’re not sure how it started. one second you were bored, the next gagamaru had built an entire pillow-and-blanket fort in the living room like a six-foot-plus-tall golden retriever on a mission. 

now you’re both lying inside it, watching a nature documentary on his tablet, snuggled up under two comforters. gagamaru’s head is upside down beside yours, his long hair tickling your face. 

“those frogs look like aliens,” he says thoughtfully. 

you hum, eyes half-lidded. “you look like an alien.” 

he stares at you. “but i’m your alien.” 

you laugh, turning your head to press your nose against his cheek. “yep. stuck with you.” 

he wraps an arm around you and yawns. “good. let’s fall asleep in the frog dimension.” 

raichi jingo

“hey, don’t get the wrong idea, okay? i’m just cold,” raichi grumbles as he pulls you into his side like a human space heater. 

you snort, already settling against him. “sure. totally not because you’re clingy when you’re sleepy.” 

“i’m not clingy,” he grits out, but he’s holding you tighter now, his hand rubbing lazy circles into your shoulder. 

you press your face into his chest and feel him sigh. his voice gets softer as the minutes pass, his usual loud energy melting into something warm and quiet. 

“… you smell good,” he mutters after a while, sounding a little embarrassed. “like… home or somethin’.” 

your heart squeezes. “you big softie.” 

“shut up and go to sleep.” 

kuon wataru

the lights are off. the TV hums in the background, and kuon has one arm around your waist, the other tucked under his pillow. 

you’re half-asleep when he whispers, “hey… sorry for earlier.” 

you blink slowly. “hm?” 

“for being snappy. i had a crap day and took it out on you. i didn’t mean to.” 

you turn toward him, eyes adjusting to the dark. his brows are furrowed, voice quiet like he’s scared to wake you too much. 

you reach out, cupping his cheek. “it’s okay. i know you didn’t mean it.” 

he leans into your hand and kisses your palm gently, like a thank you. 

“… can we stay like this?” he asks, almost shyly. 

you nod, and he pulls you into his chest, warm and protective. nothing else is said. just soft breathing, steady arms, and forgiveness in the form of a sleepy embrace. 

isagi yoichi

it’s raining. 

not the stormy, thunder-cracking kind. just soft, steady drops tapping against the windows like a lullaby, and the world outside is painted in a sleepy grey. your living room is dim, curtains drawn halfway, only lit by the soft flicker of the TV and the quiet warmth of the man curled up beside you. 

isagi’s arm is draped around your waist lazily, his face smushed into your shoulder. the blanket you’re sharing is slipping off his side, but he’s too comfortable to fix it. his breathing is deep and steady, eyelashes fluttering with every slow inhale. 

you shift a little, tucking the blanket tighter around both of you, and he hums. "mmm... 's warm," he murmurs, eyes still shut, voice low and sleepy. 

“you’re hogging all the blanket,” you tease softly, fingers brushing his fringe away from his forehead. 

he grins without opening his eyes. "you can have my hoodie next time," he mumbles, then pulls you closer until there’s no space left between your bodies. 

you rest your head on top of his, his heartbeat thumping gently against your chest. neither of you move for a long time. not when the show ends, not when the rain stops. the world feels far away, and here, in this moment, you’re okay. 

"yoichi?" 

"mm?" 

"nothing. just... love you." 

he shifts just enough to press a kiss to your collarbone. "love you more. now nap with me." 

nagi seishiro

the sun filters through the curtains in soft golden streaks. it’s barely past 9 AM, but nagi has no plans of getting up, and neither do you. 

his legs are tangled with yours, one arm draped lazily over your stomach. his white hair is sticking up in all directions, and his cheek is squished against the pillow as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes. 

"you're awake?" he mumbles, voice still thick with sleep. 

"kind of. you’re heavy." 

he nuzzles further into your side in response, refusing to move. “then get stronger.” 

you laugh quietly, brushing your fingers through his messy hair. he hums, eyes closing again. his hand rubs gentle circles into your hip under the blankets, and the only sound in the room is the quiet hum of the ceiling fan. 

“we should eat breakfast,” you say, but your voice is too relaxed to sound convincing. 

“no need. let’s just lie here forever.” 

you don't argue. you stay like that for another hour – no alarms, no phones, just shared warmth and the steady rhythm of nagi’s sleepy breathing as he dozes off again, this time with your hand still in his hair. 

karasu tabito

it’s past midnight when you find yourself curled up on the futon with karasu. he’s wearing an old hoodie, the one you always steal, and you’re buried in the sleeves of it now, your legs tangled together under the thick covers. 

“you ever think about how weird dreams are?” he says suddenly, voice quiet but curious, eyes watching the ceiling. 

“like what?” you murmur, sleep clinging to the edges of your voice. 

“like, last night i dreamt i was a seagull. and i was fighting another seagull over a hotdog.” 

you laugh, nose squishing into his hoodie. “you’re so dumb.” 

“i’m serious!” he grins and finally turns to face you, arms wrapping around you to pull you closer. “i woke up craving hotdogs.” 

you snort, letting your head rest against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. his hand rubs gentle circles into your back, and the room falls quiet again. 

“you make everything better, you know?” he whispers after a long moment, like it’s a secret. “even the weird parts.” 

you hum, smile soft. “same to you, bird boy.” 

his laugh is muffled as he buries his face in your hair. “shut up and sleep, you menace.” 

you do. and somewhere between his heartbeat and the warmth of his hoodie, you drift off. 

itoshi rin

it’s late. the kind of late where everything is still. and rin’s room is even quieter than usual. 

he’s lying on his side, facing you, his hand hesitantly resting against your back, like he’s still not used to touching someone so close. his face is flushed just slightly in the dim glow of the nightlight, eyes soft but a little tense. 

you yawn and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, and he freezes for a second. 

“… you okay?” you mumble, half-asleep. 

“… yeah. just… i’m not used to this.” 

you open one eye and smile sleepily. “used to what?” 

“… being this close to someone,” he says honestly, barely above a whisper. “but it’s nice. don’t go anywhere.” 

your hand finds his under the blanket and you intertwine your fingers. he squeezes them, quietly. like a promise. 

itoshi sae

you’ve both been traveling all day – planes, taxis, press things. the hotel room is finally yours and the king-sized bed has never looked more inviting. 

sae throws himself face-first into the mattress. “i’m never moving again,” he says, voice muffled. 

you giggle, pulling off your shoes and flopping down beside him. “we should shower.” 

“i should sleep,” he counters. but when you roll over and face him, he opens one eye, lazily reaching out to trace his finger down your nose. “you look cute like this.” 

you nudge his arm. “like what?” 

“like you’re about to drool on the pillow.” 

you groan and bury your face in his chest. he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you. 

you fall asleep like that, his chin resting on your head, his heartbeat steady, your legs tangled together, and his hand slowly stroking your back until the world fades out. 

kaiser michael

“liebling,” he says, exasperated, already buried under three blankets. “why are you not snuggling me yet. i am cold. i am dying. i am abandoned.” 

you raise an eyebrow from across the room. “you’re literally sweating.” 

“not from warmth. from heartbreak,” he declares, patting the spot beside him. 

you sigh and crawl into bed. the second you’re close enough, kaiser wraps himself around you like a starfish, long limbs trapping you in a warm cocoon of boy and blankets. 

“see? heaven,” he mumbles smugly, nose pressed against your hair. 

“you’re clingy.” 

“you love it,” he says without hesitation, pressing a sleepy kiss to your cheek. “i’m your emotional support golden retriever.” 

you try to argue, but his grip tightens and his breathing evens out before you can even get the words out. and maybe you do love it. just a little. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[dailygihun]

day 9 || BABY SANGIHUNNNNN gi-hun definitely was a scrappy kid. that undiagnosed neurodivergent kid rage within him

[riririnnnn]

Ah, yes, Japan's Greatest Treasure:

And the members of the Diamond Generation:

And the ACE of the Diamond Generation:

I love this idiot tho🦊🧡

[juliaire]

THE ITOSHI BROTHERS // ON SIBLINGS

I'll Give You the Sun - Jandy Nelson / Blue Lock - Kaneshiro Muneyuki & Nomura Yuusuke / Graveyard - Halsey / unknown / Deathless - Catherynne M. Valente / The Life to Come and Other Stories - E.M. Forster / Icarus - The Crane Wives / I Guess - Mitski / unknown / The Hellbound Heart - Clive Barker / lilbeebelle

[saetiate]

sae is definitely someone who loves you more and more through every stage of your relationship. he loves you even more when you’re engaged than when you were dating, he loves being married to you and growing old with you. he loves watching you grow as a person. watching smile lines and starlight grey hair settle into your image, sees it as proof that he made you feel happy and loved. loves the thought of knowing he was there before and after it

it’s such a beautiful and honestly rare thing to have someone who’s love only grows for you with every milestone and who feels like knows everything about you by heart whilst simultaneously feeling like he’s rediscovering you over and over again.

[saecookie]

It only took me an hour to emotional regulate and this feels like such an improvement. The relief. The time!!!!

[airybcby]

confession time bc it’s 6AM and idk why i’m awake.

i LOVE the pregnancy trope. idc, burn me at the stake if you must but just like… imagine

you were in madrid on a holiday, you weren’t staying longer than a month , and you meet sae itoshi.

and ofc, you sleep with him once in a drunken mistake

until it happens again when you see him in a club- this time your head is clear

and again when you try sneaking out of his house and he catches you

and again when he offers to take you to the beach but hides you away so he can have you to himself

and one more time the night before you’re supposed to leave

sae doesn’t know what it is about you but he can’t get enough and the thought of you leaving makes his usually cold heart crack a little

so he gives you his number.

what he doesn’t expect, however , is that you call him a week after you leave- telling him not to hate you, but you’re pregnant.

suddenly his world is flipped upside down.

and yeah…i could write for days on this.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

when everyone headcanons nagi as a bad/lazy texter but he’s one of the only characters we’ve actually seen texting in the manga and he used full sentences w/capitals and punctuation + silly stickers to emphasize the mood

FREE MY MAN FROM THE ALLEGATIONS 🗣️

[theladyofskeletons]

bllk cats

[y-elleven]

i dont think sae would ever fall out of love with you once he gets serious. neither time nor routine could ever dull his affections, because loving you meant clawing his own chest open to get to the battered and vulnerable heart he'd kept hidden behind walls of sea-rotted boards for years. he fought for that softness, for the ease and surety of having a love that's returned, brittle edges and all. there's no way in hell his heart would ever stop bleeding with want and pure affection for you. that's just not how he's built

to begin, being in a relationship with him isn't easy. he knows this. he's made you cry enough times in the beginning to carve a resolve to never make you cry ever again for the rest of your lives together now. sae will always be grateful for your patience and persistence, for not giving up on the two of you (on him) when he already had so many times. for all his effortless cool and nonchalance, he's a messy adult with even messier feelings and a tongue sharp enough to keep almost everyone right where he wants them: at arm's length. his words cut like burred steel and the hurt that comes with them always fade into scars people resent him for, but the fact that you still persevered and met him where he stood, even when he refused to meet you halfway, means so much to him. he'd never be able to put into words even if he tried, so he shows it by doing his best to be a better man for you every day instead

he loves your routine. loves the life the two of you have begun building together. loves the simple reassurance of being able to kiss you goodbye in the morning and kiss you hello in the evening. loves the press of your body against when he goes to sleep and the warmth of breath against his collarbone when he wakes up. loves brushing his teeth next to you and running his fingers through your bedhead to try and tame it. loves having you sit with him in the kitchen while he fixes a quick snack for both of you. loves when you're chatty. loves when you're quiet. loves you when you're sweet on him. loves you when you're pissed to hell. loves when you're all cleaned up and gorgeous, dressed like you're his to show off and adore. loves when you've got sauce stains on your shirt and dressed for a night-in of crappy reality tv and gossip where you talk and he just listens

he loves that simple life. even when you stress him out with your antics sometimes and your own messy feelings make you listen to your insecurities instead of him, he wouldn't trade it for the world. not when you've looked at him and all his mess and decided he was still worth the effort. you've met him where he refused to budge so many times, so he has no problem pushing against his own anxieties and fears to find you when you get too lost in your own head

he's come so far from who he was in the beginning of your relationship and he's proud of that. sae's still a little difficult sometimes, especially when it comes to your health and comfort (two things he refuses to compromise on; he wants a future with you and won't let anything, not even your self-destructive habits, get in the way of that), but he doesn't hide from you anymore. when you've seen the worst of him and still offered the best you could in return, how can he ever do anything but love you forever?

[fish-with-more-eyes]

[ids in alt]

more tarots!

reasoning below the cut:

sae: temperance — for his calmness and clear vision

shidou: the devil — canon theming + lust/base vices