SUNDAY PHAINON AND RATIO??????? AHHHHHHHHAHDLKEWBDAKLBSCKOAWBDKABDCABSDKDKDNA and that annoying enemy ig….

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a dream with a soccer player ──★ ˙🍓 ̟

synopsis : sae is intrigued by your freak.

itoshi sae— who, imagined things like this as his personal nightmare— attended the event his managerbegged him to.

a charity event where the rich ask for money from the poor— a joke, really.

and through his half-assed smiles and sloppy smiles, the drainage of social battery caught up to him quicker than expected.

the soccer prodigy ends up leaning against the wall, far from the crowd of people, trying to find a moment of silence. his eyes flutter shut and body relaxes.

“we’re so twins.”

sae, failing to find the moment of silence, gazes at you from the corner of his eye. you looked just as tired as him— no attempt at a smile or formal greeting.

“i’m sorry..?” what did you mean ‘we’re twins?’ is this another meme he doesn’t know of— oh my god, he’s going to lose it.

“sorry— sorry. not— hic— actual twins.” you try to answer through hiccups “like— ‘cus we’re both like— hic— not really into this—.” with a shake of your head, you state the obvious.

“look, i’m drunk.” the words, though meant to be as an apology, simply sound irritated at your own actions.

“i’d be worried if you acted like this when sober.” sae responds, intrigued by you.

there was something so interesting about people that sae couldn’t quite understand.

most people were predictable— overly so.

there was no harm in investigating when it already seemed like you spoke a different language (metaphorically).

he wondered what bought you here. this event, no offense, didn’t look like your sort of scenery. maybe you had a date? although you didn’t look entertained. or delighted. or anything positive, for that matter.

“hey, you’re—hic— itoshi sae, aren’t you?” your words spill out, leaning in closer to inspect the midfielder’s face— making sure you weren’t making a fool out of yourself.

a begdrudging nod corrects your theory.

you nod back— three times just to be precise.

“i’m pretty sure my date has a— hic— boner for you.” this captivates sae, yet again. your way of speaking is odd. to the point it frightens and amuses him.

“why do you think so?”

“—hic — you’re all he talked about on the way here. like, like— ‘i’m not gonna let him take my spotlight’ or like, ‘he’s gonna be so jealous of me when you’re on my arm’” you turned around at that, fully facing him.

“now, that confused me. do i know you?” you ask— almost in a dreamlike state.

sae shakes his head, absorbed in every intoxicating word that escapes you.

“yeah, exactly. why would you care that i’m there— what the fuck,” you look up at the ceiling as if actually searching for an answer which sae couldn’t help but smile at. before going back to his stoic expression, of course.

he would never admit it but, in that moment, sae was definitely jealous of your mysterious date.

“so, itoshi sae,” you drawl his name in a whisper— a secret between the two of you “go shoot your shot ‘cus i knowwwww someone who wants you. real. real bad.”

and, just like that, itoshi sae shoots his shot with someone who compelled him more than anyone could.

he took you home. to his home, because he couldn’t understnad your drawl of words that were meant to be your address. let you rest in his bed. made you soup to help with the hangover. and, even, gave you his moisturiser to use, in the morning.

in summary, sae was smitten for you and your endless, questionable sentences.

from madrid with love, sae.

pairing. pro athlete itoshi sae x commentator reader (fem)

summary. itoshi sae’s soft launch era

warning(s). swearing // explicit language, the keyboard warriors make their appearances from time to time, oliver aiku being here is also a warning, the use of [name], the use of images that have actual ppl in it LMAO but wtv pic i put here doesnt depict reader ofc !! i'll leave it up to your imaginations to imagine how reader looks like lmao; ooc. lmk if i missed anything else !! this au has timeskips (not specified tho) so this whole au is basically like a month or two condensed into one !!

note. HI GUYS ITS BEEN A WHILE I HOPE YOURE ALL DOING WELL ‼️‼️ I HOPE U ENJOY THIS CRINGE ASS POST 😭😭 reading my works means u embrace the cringe 🙏🙏 also idk anything abt spanish so !! if i f up any of the endearments // nickames // anything pls lmk !! this is so cringe im sorry gang

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leonardo.luna mi querida did you see my ultimate scissoring???? ✂️😝😝

"jealous, jealous, jealous boyy.." ft. scara

gap moe w/ ayato

part 1

"who did this to you?" w/ blade (requests are very much appreciated!) ^^

money talks ft. aventurine

a/n: my beau, the love of my life 🫂 little smth before i go to war (finals is in two days) ,, AAAAAA i love aven so much hes so precious hes so dear to me MY BELOVED !! hes canonically a messy sleeper 😋 hes so silly bf oml

aventurine looks so ethereal right now. well, he’s always been beautiful. but in this light? with how the beams from the sun highlights his features, aventurine looks gorgeous.

he’s sleeping soundly, too. pajama shirt nearly unbuttoned because of how much he twist and turn in his sleep. blonde locks messily sprawled over the pillow and his forehead. he’s so endearing. it takes everything in you just to not wake him with a shower of aggressive kisses all over his pretty face.

usually, you’ll let him sleep in. however, today’s itinerary is quite full and busy so a few more minutes of sleep will indeed hurt.

“wake up, sleeping beauty.” you sit on the edge of the bed hovering over him, your pointer finger repeatedly poking his cheek. when he doesn’t move an inch, you gently blow air in his ear. grinning widely once he shudders. slowly after that, aventurine flutters open his eyes. squinting at the morning light, blindly patting around for your hand.

“g’morning.” he murmurs, arms snaking around your waist, pulling you close. aventurine nuzzles in your neck, his lips leaving short kisses on your skin. an attempt to coax you back to bed.

“good morni— no, no. you need to get up.” you hold his face and pull him away from your personal bubble. his cheeks are squished against your palms, you have the urge to sink your teeth into them. “it’s robin’s concert today and we promised to come over for her album release lunch party.”

“you promised her.”

“and you are my official plus one to everything.” you bite one of his cheeks and aventurine lets you. he loves you too much to deny you of anything. he also really loves affection from you so this situation is more beneficial for him than for you.

“so i’m just a pretty thing for you to flaunt around?” he turns his head in your hold in order to land a kiss on your inner wrist, his gaze affectionate and soft as they bore into you.

“my pretty lover whose presence i always want around? yes, you are.” finally, you lean down to kiss him. aventurine sighs at the feeling of your lips on his. he can taste the coffee you must’ve had before you went to wake him up.

“okay, enough.” you pull away. instantly, he frowns like a child whose candy got stolen. he tries to chase after you but a hard bite on his nose is enough to make him back down (he sends you a glare though). “get up. we still have to pick up veritas on the way.”

“he’s a grown man. he can drive himself there.”

“apparently, he was grading papers until 4am. he is in no condition to drive, baby.” you walk away from him after a last kiss on his lips. aventurine groans, annoyed that his sleep got interrupted and he felt like your kisses weren’t enough. he needs more than five kisses to fully function in a day. he pats around the bed for his phone, arm lazily hitting the pillows scattered around the bed.

as he clicks on the power button, his jaw drops in disbelief. you.. how could you….

“it’s five in the morning! why— it’s still too early!”

“you kicked me off the bed! it’s payback!”

“you’re such a menace, oh my god.”

“love you, baby! come down! breakfast is waiting.”

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"Be honest," Rin asked your daughter as you watched the two planted in front of the dressing for an hour now, "is it okay?"

The toddler stared at her reflection for a long time, making Rin visibly panic. Either the hair styling tutorial he followed was faulty, or his skills were. He was self aware enough to know it was the latter.

"It's okay." she mumbled.

"I said be honest," he grasped her shoulders, staring at her reflection, "is it like mom does it?"

You fail at holding back your laugh, and Rin glares at you, disappointment dripping off his face as he finds you sprawled on the bed, living your best life while watching him struggle.

"It's…" the toddler struggles, "good. Really."

It was anything but good, and all three of you knew that.

"Be honest." Rin commands. A minute passes.

"It's bad." she admits, causing you to roar with laughter.

Rin ignores you, but your daughter doesn't give him the chance to sulk as she pats his shoulder and smiles,

"It's bad but I like it." her small palms grab his face and you melt at the sight as she stares into his eyes and nods, "Can you do them tomorrow also?"

Rin, despite his shitty hair styling skills, took pride in that and continued ruining your daughter's hairdo for weeks, no matter how hard he tried.

my dry texter mydei hc shall 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓲𝓵

rin would absolutely be the type of bf to randomly pull your chair closer at the dinner table (even if you're out at a restaurant or eating with friends), or loop an arm around your waist when you're out and about, just to pull you into his chest, or hook his chin over your shoulder when you're both in the kitchen and you're trying to bake or something. and he wouldn't say anything, he'd just be content being close to you -- it's the physical contact he likes, the thing he craves (he itches for it, sometimes literally) and if you ever asked him about it, asked him what he's doing, he'd just shrug and be like --

"nothing. just wanted you closer."

"rin... we're already pretty close."

"mm. yeah. but... not enough."

"look what my wife pack me for lunch" except phainon is the one packing your snacks and lunch, always spoiling you and he even prepares your drink in different ways he knows you love, he even write down notes with 'i love you sweetie' or 'dont skip lunch i'll know baby' (you can almost see his easygoing smile and his eyes without light in them)

he is such a great bf Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò

choose your fighter ; sakura haruka, kaji ren, hayato suo, umemiya hajime, togame jo

c: fluff, slightly suggestive content, all characters 18+ implied

SAKURA HARUKA —

sakura straightens up considerably as you squeeze yourself into the last remaining bit of space left on the couch—which happens to be directly beside him. he looks between your flush thighs and innocent face several times, brows knit together as he stares at you in confusion.

you roll your eyes at the slight dusting of pink caressing his cheekbones before nodding toward where your ex is currently standing across the room. an annoyed sound makes its way up sakura’s throat as his eyes narrow, and he mutters something under his breath before unceremoniously grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers together.

Sunlight trickles in the kitchen as he watches the birds outside nibble on the feeder hung in the tree, the tea in his hands warning his entire body as it comes to from the slumber.

Hayato has always been far more of a morning person than not, relishing in the warm beams coming from the sun that shimmer with the new break of day. He closes his eyes and takes a calming breath through his nose, smiling softly to no one in particular- until he hears your bare feet padding into the kitchen of your small home.

“Morning.”

“Hnnnnmmmgggg…”

You? Not so much.

Hayato chuckles as he spins on his heels to face you shambling into the kitchen, cheeks puffy from the pillow and eyes heavy from the wake-up. You’re grumpy, you’re always a little grumpy when you wake up, and he extends an arm open for you to burrow into his chest, which you quickly do. “Sleep well?”

“No,” you lie. “Don’t smile so bright, the suns already blinding enough.”

“Im sorry,” he hums, taking another sip of his tea, his thumb gently stroking up and down your bicep. “But flattered to know you enjoy my smile.”

“Eugh,” you grumble. “I’m not flirting with you. It’s too early.”

“I’m always grateful for any compliment you send my way- even if it is shrouded in morning grumpiness.”

“Eugh,” you repeat. “Don’t ever say that again.”

“I say it to you almost every morning, and every morning, you tell me not to say it; you ever going to ring true on your threat?” He asks, smiling down at you as you glare up at him.

“I’m gonna bite you,” you hiss. “But not in the cute way- in the ‘ow it hurts please stop’ way.”

“Is that right?” Hayato asks, brows raised expectantly and cheeky smile still plastered on his cheeks. “My feral little creature.”

“‘Creature’ is crazy, hayato.”

“So are you,” he assures, pressing a kiss to your temple.

He loves being a morning person.

It’s his favorite kind of you.

“The diameter of the interstellar conduit is undergoing severe destabilization! The inter-dimensional feedback loop has a high likelihood of triggering spontaneous elemental resonance!”

‘Just what was this guy saying?!’ your mind screeched, each word passing by like static in your brain.

The engineer, frantically pacing infront of you and Dan heng, continues to ramble, his words a blur of technical jargon

Dan Heng leans down slightly, his breath ghosting just above your ear. “If they don’t fix it, there’s a high chance the station could explode,” he whispers, before straightening back into his neutral stance.

You nod slowly, mouthing, ‘ohhh, okay’ before leaning up to whisper, “Why couldn’t he just say that?!”

Dan Heng looks at the engineer, then back at you, his tone calm and steady. “The Express will assist. No need to worry.”

The engineer visibly relaxes, nodding as he moves on to other tasks. You follow Dan Heng, giving him an exasperated but fond glance. “It’s so unnecessary…”

Dan Heng’s lips twitch in a slight hint of a smile

You can always count on him to make sense of the over complicated nonsense~♡

dan heng x us is cannon yall and this is so us yall wym

made March 28th 2025

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satoru gojo is the type of man that any one would kill to have. but that’s just my opinion anyway.