So Like Reader And Sae Being Childhood Sweethearts But When He Leaves For Spain

I HAVE A BIGGG HEADCANON OF RAN BEING SUCH A FAN OF DESIGNERS, BUT SPECIALLY YSL.

HE WOULD WEAR ONLY GLASSES IF THEY WERE YSL. HE WOULD MODEL JUST IF IT'S FOR YSL. HE WOULD WEAR HEELS OY IF THEY WERE. HE LOVES YSL.

HE'S LITERALLY SO FINE OMG.

THIS COULD BE PERFECTLY RAN IN BONTEN. WHERE DID MY CLOTHES GO??????????

Happy birthday, Izana! 🎴 and Merry happyday, Kakucho! 🦋

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let's sugar talk !

itoshi rin has never really liked the flavor of strawberry shortcake, but you do. that'll never stop him from kissing you, though. itoshi rin x reader 𝜗𝜚 fluff, suggestive 𝜗𝜚 w.c. 700+ 𝜗𝜚 content: kissing/making out, once again ooc rin

note. i gave myself a little break from writing the event fics to write this out, forgive me👩‍🦯 i was listening to your eyes only - enhypen, and that song inspired me to write this

strawberry shortcake is simply too sweet for rin. 

the dense cake, with sugary layers of whipped cream in between and all over, and the drizzle of syrup on top makes his head spin with each bite. the sickeningly sweet aftertaste, and the way the frosting lingers on his tongue, always makes his face scrunch up into a grimace. he doesn’t see the appeal in it, he doesn’t get why other people enjoy it so much, why you enjoy it so much. 

rin doesn’t like strawberry shortcake, and he's sure that not even you (persuasive, with the ability to make him change his opinion on anything) could change his mind.

but there’s something about you that makes it look so delicious. irresistible. like he wants to get a taste for himself.

or maybe, it's just you.

something about the way you look when you’ve just had a bite— the way your eyes flutter shut as you savor the taste, the way your brows relax and a look of euphoric satisfaction washes over you, like that strawberry short cake is the best thing you’ve ever tasted. but really, nothing beats the way your pink lips shine just a little more from the excess syrup, delicately glimmering under the sunlight, and the way the fluffy frosting lingers on the corners of your mouth. it makes you look sweeter, maybe even enchanting.

that’s the only way he could reason with himself on why he can’t tear his eyes away from you; you must’ve cast some spell on him and woven it deep into his mind.

because there’s no words to explain how he feels, the way he’s drawn to you each time. it’s like a pull he can’t ignore, like his eyes are cursed (blessed, in his opinion) to travel down to your lips after each delectable bite.

it’s after your fifth forkful (he doesn’t know why he started counting) when he loses to his desire. he can’t think, he can’t stop himself— the way he’s leaning across the table, finger hooking under your chin, brushing his lips against yours in a ghost of a kiss.

tickling. teasing. barely there. enough to get the remnants of syrup and cream that lingered on your pout. 

rin’s pulling away before you can even respond, and he’s right back on his seat in a matter of seconds. he licks his lips slowly; the slow drag of his tongue reminds him that it’s as overwhelming as ever, just like he remembers. yet, oddly enough, he doesn’t dislike it. it tastes different— as if, in his mind, the combination of your lips and the cake makes it taste better, like the sweetness of the cake has faded and all he could taste is you. 

it drives him crazy, in the best way possible. it’s addictive and he wants more. 

“your lips taste good,” he states it like it’s a matter-of-fact. he relishes in the blush the blooms on the surface of your cheeks, and the way your fingers trace the outline of your bottom lip as you reel from surprise. you’re looking at him wide-eyed, and his lips curl into a barely-noticeable smile. (his heart throbs at the sight, he thinks you’re cute like this. you look sweeter than the cake in front of you.)

but then you laugh, soft and airy, and the sound ripples through the air and into his ears.

“you sure it’s not because of the cake, rinnie?” you ask with a sly smile on your face. you drag the syllables of his name in that honeyed tone of yours, and you’re lifting a fork full of the cake towards him. "give it another try." he contemplates, and he thinks of whether he’ll bite. 

and he does. rin catches your wrist as the dense cake touches the corners of his mouth, his slender fingers wrapping around it, and he stops you. he holds you there, he keeps you rooted in your spot as he takes the bait, and he looks into your eyes as his lips wrap around the fork. it's dizzying, overpowering, all in unpleasant ways.

(your lips would never make him feel this way, he thinks to himself.)

the regret is evident on his face as he pulls away, slightly frowning at the taste. he thinks about drinking water, to flush out the flavor and pretend he never did that. but he takes one glance at you, and he realizes there’s a much better way to get rid of it.

the distance between the two of you becomes short-lived.

he’s leaning forward, and he’s pulling you by your wrist, all at the same time. he meets you halfway over the table, pulling you into a saccharine-filled kiss, and your gasp of surprise is quickly swallowed. it's nothing short of deep, it's fervent. he's focused on you, his mind intent on drowning out the unpleasant flavor that hangs onto his tongue. 

rin kisses you until he forgets about the frosting, until all he can think about and taste is you. his lungs are starting to burn, sending signals for air— he kisses you until he needs to pull away, and only then is he satisfied with himself. 

“it’s your lips,” he says breathlessly, confirming it to himself. “not that disgusting thing.”

tags. @choccorin @etoiile

© rindreamery, 2024

now what rlly pmo abt the blue lock fandom is when people say that rin and sae are similar in personality or if people give those two the same reactions to things, because they are VERY different people.

sae is a completely nonchalant guy. he’s more or less emotionless around most people, and he doesn’t really get mad or even slightly irritated unless someone gives him random physical affection (shidou). he’s rude because he says whatever is on his mind, no matter how rude it is or how much “erm actually” energy it gives, although sae also isn’t afraid of complimenting someone as he complimented Isagi at the end of the u20 arc. basically, sae has a pretty dry personality.

rin is similar on the outside, but certainly not the inside. rin tries to be nonchalant in order to imitate sae, but rin is the least from nonchalant. he gets mad easily, he’s got the emotional maturity of a child, and speaks rudely even though it usually isn’t what he actually thinks. rin knows that isagi is just as good as he is, but he always says something rude at isagi out of insecurity and to imitate sae. so to sum it up, sae is just a dry asshole with not a whole lot of brightness to him. meanwhile, rin pretends to be nonchalant but is the opposite.

rin has anger issues and emotional management issues, and sae just has issues in general.

2 years since Tokyo revengers ended and i still obsessed with it

Izana's birthday bromide's have finally been revealed!

AT THE SAME DAMN TIME AAAGGGGGHHHHHFH DE HAVHAVBARBAKKKRKKRKRKTKK

these are my mutuals. they know who they are

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˚ʚOrdering fast food after pound down.ɞ˚

˚ʚSae Itoshi x Readerɞ˚

Sae was already annoyed.

Ordering fast food was bad enough. Ordering it from an app—where he had to look at the menu, select items, and willingly place an order for food he despised? That was an entirely different level of suffering.

All because you refused to leave the bed after he’d thoroughly ruined you.

"You're the one who wrecked me," you’d whined dramatically, starfished across the sheets like a satisfied cat. "You deal with the consequences."

So here he was, running on post-nut patience, glaring at the app like it had personally wronged him before begrudgingly completing the order.

Now, the bag sat in your lap while you happily munched away, kicking your feet, completely unbothered. Meanwhile, Sae sat beside you, shirtless, arms crossed, wondering where he went wrong in life.

Just as you reached for your fries, his hand darted out, smacking yours away.

You gasped, clutching your chest like he had personally offended you. “Excuse me?”

Sae didn’t even look at you. “Eat the burger.”

You tried again. Another swat.

Oh. Oh, he wanted to play.

Your eye twitched. You dramatically flopped onto his lap, sighing like the weight of the world was on your shoulders. “I knew you were a hater, but this? This is low, Sae.”

“Get off me.”

“First, you manhandle me for an hour straight,” you continued, completely ignoring him, “then, when I’m weak and helpless—”

“You were screaming like a damn brat ten minutes ago—”

“—you refuse to let me eat in peace.” You turned, batting your lashes at him. “Do you want me to starve?”

Sae pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hate you.”

You gasped, hand over your chest. “You love me.”

“No, I really don’t.”

You smirked, shifting just enough to press your lips against his ear, voice dropping to a whisper.

“If you don’t let me eat my fries, you’re never hitting again.”

Sae froze.

Slowly, he turned, expression blank, but you could see the irritation in his eyes. “You’re bluffing.”

You tilted your head innocently. “Wanna risk it?”

Tension filled the air.

Then, with the biggest, most dramatic sigh of defeat, Sae grabbed a single fry and shoved it at your lips, looking like he wanted to die.

“There.” His voice was as flat as his patience. “Eat it. Choke on it, for all I care.”

You took an exaggerated bite, humming obnoxiously. “Mmm. Tastes like victory.”

Sae ran his hand down his face, exhausted in more ways than one. “I’m never ordering this shit again.”

You giggled, happily munching away. “Yes, you will.”