#reader cookie

[thedarkcircuswritings]

Captain Caviar with his Favorite First Mate wife, learning that she is actually a sea cookie (bonus points if she served White Pearl cookie before going on land)

Captain Caviar knew that you always kept your secrets closed off in your mind, but that's one of the parts that drew him to you. In his eyes, you were a beautifully mysterious maiden who he had the great fortune to call his first mate and wife. He'd cross the deadly Duskgloom sea ten times over if it meant he could learn just a bit about the past you never wanted to speak about. So when the day had come to cross the Duskgloom Seas, the two of you were shocked to see a gem mermaid lurking there, as if waiting to catch her prey... and instead meet face-to-face with an old friend: you. How could she forget one of her old servants, who abandoned her when her fate had changed? It would then click for the captain that his wife wasn't fully a cookie... but a mermaid too. Right after the escape from the malicious mermaid was it only then did you begin to tremble, the feelings of your past catching up to you, as well as fear that Captain Caviar might do something now that he knew that somebody he trusted and loved was something some cookies could catch for sport... and yet, he embraced your trembling form with gentle tenderness, almost hiding you within his arms. "Don't worry, my gem, you won't be getting rid of me that easily."

[mintx]

Reformation of a Fallen Hero

Inspired by the work of Six Becomes Five by yanderecookierunkingdom!

This will have a small or big twist to this as I won't have Cookie Reader be one of the OG Heroes, but a vessel/reincarnation of one, an oc I made based on the Loch Ness Monster, their named is Lulling Loch Cookie, Holder of Tranquility.

Cookie Reader is also known as Fizzy Ramune Cookie, or Bubbly Soda Cookie. Their hair is kind of like Sea Fairy Cookie's hair, with water and stuff, its color is mainly clear to be similar to the original Ramune Flavor, but depending what fruit, or maybe poison, they drink, the water hair color changes to match whatever Cookie reader drank. They're poison immuned but only with taste.

Lulling Loch Cookie's Soul Jam is a crescent moon with a single water droplet hanging of the moon while Cookie Reader's soul jam, which they call their precious gem, is two water droplets in a yin yang formation.

That's all the info I'll give for now, so onto the story of this post. Also Hi again, I'm back from the dead.

A Cookie stares up at a witch with a pitiful look, chained down to a sea rock, made of hardened sugar and salt. Their translucent aquamarine eyes are begging the witch for forgiveness. The cookie who used to hold the Light of Tranquility put their cookie hands together and bowed to them.

"Please, dear witch... please redeem this sinner of a cookie, created by your sacred hands." The Cookie sobbed profusely, "I tried to stop them, but they weren't listening and forced me to sin against you and harm the innocent cookies! I beg!"

"Lulling Loch Cookie.." The witch, Lulling Loch cookie was begging forgiveness to, let out a small sigh of guilt, "Truly I wish to grant you forgiveness and mercy, but you still harmed the cookies you were destined to protect."

Lulling Loch Cookie snapped their head up at them and hiccuped, "P-please... I'll do anything...! I don't wish to be sealed away and go insane with loneliness and regret!"

The witch thought and pondered about what to do with the pitiful crying cookie. She hums softly and eyes the leftover dough, sprinkles, sugar, and cookie cutters she had left. Then She looked back at Lulling Loch Cookie.

"Then let me rebake you as a way to be forgiven. The other witches won't take this kindly, but I'm more merciful than all of them.." The witch told them.

Lulling Loch nodded their head rapidly, "Yes! Th-thank you! Thank you!"

The witch pulled the fork that was sealing Lulling Loch Cookie and picked the cookie up carefully. She took away Lulling Loch's soul jam before getting to work on rebaking the cookie as the said cookie allows themselves to be reformed and reshaped, restarting their life entirely.

Time flies by minute by minute. The witch has finished baking the dough and cutting a gingerbread cookie body shape onto the dough that was mixed with bits of Lulling Loch Cookie. She had added small bits of this rare fizzling and bubbling potion as a replacement of the remainers of milk.

She hears the oven ding and she puts on her mittens to pull out the cookie. She lets the body cool down and got some icing and toppings ready. You must hear her surprise when she saw her finished product. She didn't realize that the soul jam also rebaked itself into a yin yang.

"How peculiar..." The witch mumbled to herself.

She finishes up the last touches before the new cookie awakens. What shall she call this cookie?

Pov Change!

"Mmmh..." You groaned a bit and opened your eyes. Your blurry vision starts to clear up and you took in your surroundings, "Wah!?"

You jump up in surprise when you found yourself on a tray. Where were you?

"Now now, calm down. Goodness so energetic after being baked in the oven." A voice calls up from above. You looked up and were about the scream, but the witch pushed a grape candy into your mouth. You chewed on it and you closed your eyes to enjoy the chewy sweet texture, not seeing how your hair slowly changes purple.

"Now that's interesting." The voice from earlier hums, "Do you remember who you are, little cookie?"

"Uhmm... mmh.."You swallowed the last bit of the grape candy, wishing you had more, "Nope. Not a thing, if that's what you're asking."

"Seems like your memories gone... Oh well less problems for your old self." The voice chuckles, "Now I need a name for you, little cookie.."

"A name?" You tilted your head as you watched the voice take out a piece of paper and pen to write names on it for you.

"Yes a name, it's what makes you.. well you." The voice chuckled, "Now which of these sound great to you?"

You look at the paper with curiosity, there were a lot of names on there, but you chose three; Fizzy Ramune Cookie, Bubbly Soda Cookie, and Reader Cookie.

"You have to pick one, little cookie" The voice shook her head with a smile.

"But... I like all three of them." You pouted and huffed, "Then I'll go with Reader cookie!"

"Wonderful Choice, you can use the other two names as a fake identity to keep yourself safe. " The voice nods, "Now off you go to your new life and journey. A lot shall be on your path."

"Eh already? Can't I stay here? Looks cozy and has a lot of food!" You pouted up at the voice.

"Haha... No. The other witches would try to eat you once they lay their sights on you." The voice shook her head, "I would love to keep around, Reader Cookie, but it's not particularly safe here."

"Ehh... Fine.." You crossed your arms as the voice gave you a neatly packed bag, "What's this?"

"Hm. Some jellies for your travels, a sugar cane stick, and chocolate coins." The voice replies.

"Neat!" Your eyes sparkle and you gleefully take the bag.

"You're welcome. Now go on, don't stall any further." The voice smiled softly, like a mother watching her children head off to their first day of school.

"Bye!" You waved excitedly and ran out the hut as the voice, the witch, watches you go.

"Safe Travels, Reader Cookie..." The Witch hums softly, a soft lullaby, "I hope this is what you truly wanted, Lulling Loch Cookie.. A lot of trouble will follow your poor reincarnation... So I hope to know you'll protect if you're not even physically here.."

"I will... Thank you so very much...!" Says the faint voice of Lulling Loch Cookie, who ghostly follows Reader Cookie.

[mokie-bleh]

unfortunately Teddy got tossed across the room to make space

[iatemitomt0day]

"Oh Y/N cookie, will you be with me now and forever? I know you wanna, sweet pea!~ YOU CAN'T LIE TO ME!"

Live reaction of Pure Vanillia Cookie having a heart attack

[pureomi]

˚୨୧⋆｡🍓˚ in which: itoshi sae feels inferior to itoshi rin; even if for just a moment

includes: itoshi sae! x fem reader. 1.7k wc. fluff and humour (i promise the title is just dramatic). silly itoshi brothers but we love them. kind of ooc rin. includes some swearing but it's meant to be lighthearted <3

itoshi rin being sick was somehow more of an inconvenience to sae than it was to rin himself. his brother falling ill during his stay at sae’s place was already a disgusting coincidence. now, sae had to watch the unfortunate scenes unfold in front of him without a choice.

“woah, you’re burning up, rin,” your voice filled the room, holding the thermometer up to check it again, your voice laced with concern. rin only nodded, his quiet nature amplified by the haze of his fever. his half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks made him look pitiful, almost drowsy.

to sae, it was nauseating how pathetic he looked—and worse, how effective it was.

“here, i got you medicine,” you said, helping him sit up from a lying position. “say ahh,” you sang sweetly, holding an ibuprofen capsule to rin’s lips and following up with a glass of water. he obediently parted his lips without a word, swallowing with a slight grimace but no complaints.

meanwhile, sae stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, scowling like a cat. rin must have it so damn good right now, he thought bitterly. crashed out on his bed, coughing like a mess, and worst of all—being pampered by you! him spreading germs all over the room was annoying enough, but the fact that you were doting on him? that was the real problem. sure, rin was sick, but did you have to treat him like royalty? it made sae feel almost childish how much it irked him. he knew you were just being you—kind, caring, and attentive. you weren’t a complete jerk like sae; of course, you’d take care of your boyfriend’s little brother.

but still, the sight of you meticulously adjusting rin’s pillow, tucking him snugly into the blanket you and sae usually shared, and gently brushing his hair out of his face like he was some spoiled kid—it was enough to drive sae up the wall. and if all that wasn't bad enough, now you were feeding him. feeding him.

rin opened his mouth again without so much as a sigh, his quiet compliance somehow making the scene even worse. sae glared as you dabbed the corner of rin’s mouth with a tissue, your expression always remaining soft and tender.

sae’s patience finally cracked as he scoffed. “pick up your own damn spoon,” he muttered under his breath.

you finally tore your gaze from rin to look at sae, laughing lightly. “it’s okay, sae. he’s sick. it doesn’t bother me.” it didn’t bother you, but it sure as hell bothered him. watching rin quietly accept another spoonful while sae fumed in the corner felt like a fresh insult every second.

“is the soup good? i tried my best,” you asked, giving the bowl another stir, awaiting his answer. your expression was so stupidly expectant that it effortlessly tugged at sae’s heart. rin, naturally, noticed the way his older brother’s jaw tightened from the corner of his eye, sae’s glare sharp enough to cut through steel—nonverbally screaming at him to be nice. rin wasn’t dumb—he knew better than to even consider giving a bad review of your cooking, especially with sae simmering in his spot by the door. and besides, the soup was actually delicious. “it’s good,” rin said, glancing at you. he took another spoonful for good measure, his movements deliberately slow, before adding, “it’s like our mom’s cooking.”

your face lit up instantly, a warm smile spreading across your lips. “i’m glad! good thing i asked for her recipe,” you shared, feeling accomplished. then, after a thoughtful pause, rin continued, “nii-chan should try some.” that last line, paired with the smallest, almost imperceptible smirk tugging at rin’s lips as he subtly shifted his posture toward sae, was so perfectly calculated it could’ve been a soccer play. rin didn’t even bother looking at his brother; he didn’t need to. the strained silence from sae’s corner was reward enough.

sae’s knuckles flexed against the doorframe, his patience wearing thinner than ever. try some? was rin actually inviting him to participate in this ridiculous display? no way in hell. you turned to sae with an inviting smile, completely oblivious to the brewing tension. “sae, you can have some if you want. i made more just in case…” his eyes flickered to you for a moment, and he opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was a quiet, disgruntled, “i’m fine.”

rin didn’t look up, but his breath released ever so slightly faster—barely perceptible—like he was holding back laughter. and yet, rin wasn’t done being petty. he shifted slightly under the blanket, letting out a low sigh that seemed almost contemplative. “my back hurts.”

he murmured quietly, drawing out the words just enough to give them weight. his gaze flicked briefly to sae—long enough for him to notice—before turning to you with a soft, almost too-casual tone.

“i think i need a massage.”

before sae could even process the audacity, you were already setting the soup aside. “oh no! here, turn around—” “it’s fine,” sae absolutely snaps, stepping forward and snatching you up from the bed. he firmly guided you toward the door. “i got him. just bring a hot towel, will you?” “huh? oh, okay…” you blinked, a bit startled by his sudden intervention, but nodded. “if you need anything—anything—just call, okay?”

you shot rin a sympathetic look as you left, sae’s hand still firm on the small of your back until you were out the door.

the moment the door clicked shut, it was as if rin’s back was in pristine condition—like he was born with the perfect spine. he sat up straight, stretching with ease, his back suddenly requiring nothing but a headboard to rest on. sae responded with nothing except his expression, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer. without a word, sae lifted his leg and dug a kick square to rin’s back. “what the fuck?!” rin hissed, flinching forward. “back pain, huh?” sae asked flatly, mocking his claims. “you’re too old to be attention-seeking, dumbass,” he said, giving him another shove with his foot. “go back to okaasan, since you like being babied so much.” “fuckin’ hypocrite,” rin kicked back with both legs, shoving sae’s leg away with surprisingly good strength for someone whose supposed bones were crackling just a second ago. “you’re the one fuming for her attention.” sae rolled his eyes, unable to accept the fact that he was probably right. “she’s my girlfriend, you fucker,” despite the possibility, he defends, his voice sharper now. “and yet here you are,” rin said smugly, leaning back against the headboard, “competing with a sick kid.” sae opened his mouth to retort but froze. damn it. he was competing. and somehow, rin was winning.

“here’s the towel—” you finally walked in, but not without sensing the tension hanging in the air. “did something happen?…” you quickly remarked, in a suspicious manner. “no.” both rin and sae responded in perfect unison, their tone almost too quick, too practiced. you couldn’t help but feel like you were the only one who wasn’t in on whatever strange, silent competition they were having.

“rin’s feeling better,” sae suddenly spoke out, his voice way too casual, as he bolted for the door. “call if you need anything.” “ah, okay…” you blinked, eyes lingering on him watching him go before shaking your head. maybe you did imagine that awkwardness.

you quickly turned your attention back to rin and handed him the towel. “you should get some rest. i’ll attend to some chores.” rin gave a quiet nod, already looking more comfortable with the towel draped over him. you gave him a smile, relieved to see him at least looking better, before stepping out of the room. you found sae in the kitchen, carefully dishing out a bowl of soup. the act was too adorable; you couldn’t resist. you snuck up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist in a gentle backhug. “what do you want?” sae asked, his voice trying to sound neutral, but you could hear the softness underneath it. you rested your chin on his shoulder, feeling his warmth, and smiled. “why are you sulking?” you asked softly, your tone full of concern. “i’m not,” sae replied, though the words came out more quietly than he intended, a little hint of frustration still there. you could feel his tension, so you just squeezed him a little tighter, letting the silence settle for a beat. “i know you’re worried,” you said, voice gentle and sincere, “but it’s okay. he’ll be fine. i’m making sure of it.” sae remained quiet for a moment, but there was something different in the way his shoulders eased under your touch. he wasn’t used to this kind of reassurance, but somehow it always worked.

there was always something disarming about your presence, the way you seemed to understand him without asking for anything in return. he didn’t quite know what to do with this feeling—this overwhelming need to just be close to you. without making any effort to break the hug, sae's hands gently moved to rest on yours. he turned slightly so he could look at you, his eyes soft and filled with something tender you couldn't quite place. there was a subtle shift as he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. he paused, just for a moment, before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. the kiss lingered longer than usual, a silent reassurance in the simple gesture. “i’m not worried,” sae whispered firmly, trying his best to rely his feelings. “since you’re taking care of him, i’ll just take care of you.” you blinked, your chest tightening with warmth at his words. it was rare for sae to lose his guard, and in these moments, his affection always spoke far louder than anything he could say. you could feel the space between you narrowing as he moved even closer, his lips brushing near yours. “isn’t that right?” he whispered, his voice low and filled with a quiet confidence.

AH-CHOO! a loud sneeze rang through the hallway, shattering every sense of peace in the house. sae froze, his entire posture stiffening, as he shot a death glare toward the room where rin was.

god he’s gonna kill him.

a/n: this is such an old draft omg...finally got inspired to publish it bcz i currently feel like sae lmao. still figuring out my writing style so i hope nobody minds the randomness of my works T-T

[dedfly]

IT'S KISSY TIME !1!!11

[bonsiii-art]

A late Christmas art batch: Anon under the mistletoe! I'm not gonna lie to y'all, I was highly debating whether to post these at all since I kept flip flopping on ideas while trying to rush getting this done before the year ends. :.) So, I hope these ended up looking okay! Happy Holidays!! (╯▽��� )

[syoddeye]

you spend all morning baking, chasing johnny out of the kitchen, out from underfoot, and finally finish hours later. you’re a little tired. grumpy. but you count your wins. everything’s in the oven, fridge, or on cooling racks. while cleaning up, you make the mistake of calling for him and asking if he wants to lick the bowl—a peace offering. (you got a bit short with him.)

and he says no. he slowly pulls you backward by the tie of your apron into his chest and noses at your nape. drags it along until his mouth finds the shell of your ear. says he wants something sweeter.

[snail-noodle]

Lovestruck shadow milk cookie, my beloved 🥰💌

[shaadowmilkcookie]

[thedarkcircuswritings]

Can I please request some Dark Cacao cookie x His wife headcanons.

When going someplace, Dark Cacao always stands ahead of you, just in case danger tries to strike.

He has some self-esteem issues, but knowing that he's married to such a wonderful cookie makes him feel better.

He insists on spoiling you, even though you're both royalty.

He oversaw the construction of your throne next to his once you two became married.

After everything with Dark Choco, Dark Cacao is hesitant about having kids again.

He can and will buy you a cakehound for one of your anniversaries.

Speaking of anniversaries, he made it a three-day festival to celebrate both of your love within the kingdom!

He tends to have nightmares, and you always help him through them.

You help to encourage him to get out of the kingdom more often!

Kisses are rare, but when he does kiss you, he's very gentle and slow about it.

He has almost beheaded a man who tried to slander you.

Very protective and easily jealous, so he sticks by your side a lot.

He likes to dance with you a lot, and he thinks you're very graceful and beautiful.

[speed-world]

Hello, im a fan of the self aware scenario you did with the coward y/n cookie, and I was wondering what their reactions would be of meeting the beast cookies

To be honest, you had no interest in going to Beast-Yeast, at all. After all, why would you? Whatever conflict the Ancients and other cookies had with each other didn’t concern you, not to mention that just the name - “Beast-Yeast” - already freaked you out.

If it weren’t for Pure Vanilla Cookie promising that your safety, due to the agreement between the Ancients and Dark Enchantress Cookie, you would’ve stayed comfortably in the Cookie Kingdom far away from the other continent.

You wish you never listened to Pure Vanilla now, because this beast - Shadow Milk Cookie - immediately wanted to make you run far, far away.

The jester scared you with his sinister and maniacal behavior. If you had a fear of clowns before entering the cookie world, then you’d pass out the more his actions continued.

After seeing the mental turmoil Pure Vanilla was experiencing, the loss of Elder Faerie Cookie, Shadow Milk’s terrifying powers and his “plays” that were mockeries of all the adversaries of the Beasts—the color blue might be your most hated now.

Yeah, you’d be completely fine and dandy if you never saw a hint of Shadow Milk’s Cookie ever again

However, he couldn’t stand to think of this meeting being your last…

How were you convinced to go back to Beast-Yeast a second time?? Suppose you can be grateful for that promise with the Ancients and Dark Enchantress Cookie.

You actually really liked the Ivory Pagoda. The atmosphere was so serene and otherworldly, and warmly inviting…or dangerously alluring.

The company of Dark Cacao Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie, Crunchy Chip Cookie, and the Cacao warriors made this trip a whole lot more comfortable and relaxing. However, their presence couldn’t make things better when you finally came face to face with the other Beast - Mystic Flour Cookie.

You thought the slow creepiness of Cloud Haetae Cookie would be the worst of your problems, but at least the story they told was directed to the Ancient instead of you.

The second you saw that spider pop out of that cocoon, your soul ascended to the crossroads. Your body went so pale that Dark Cacao thought you succumbed to the pale ailment.

You really couldn’t articulate how much Mystic Flour scared you. Shadow Milk was insane, but this?! She’s so uncaring, so unrelenting in her belief of apathy, is it too late to stay with Peach Blossom Cookie for the rest of this journey?

Let’s not even get started on that face. You hated any related horror stuff in the real world, and now you’re seeing that in front of your face!!

Yeah no, forget this. Awesome job on Dark Cacao awakening, time to get on the first airship outta this place.

As much as you wanted to be as far away from Mystic Flour Cookie as possible, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Stared at by a force that you couldn’t look back at, no matter how hard you tried….

Hell. To the freaking. NO

Naaaaaah Golden Cheese Cookie, she’s crazy if she thinks you’re going to accompany her to Beast-Yeast. Promise be damned, they clearly didn’t account for the mental pain that you’ve suffered through.

Smoked Cheese Cookie seemed dead serious on agreeing with you, but Golden Cheese wouldn’t take no for an answer. You decided to stick close to Smoked Cheese, because the Beast is only focused on Golden Cheese after all, right?

Had it not been for the presence of Golden Cheese and Smoked Cheese, you wouldn’t have even thought of coming to this place. It’s hotter than a truck engine in the summer, a lot of these Spice cookies are pretty hostile, and—Oh God the sandstorms are the crumbs of dead cookies?!?????!

And then, you met him-Burning Spice Cookie. He’s already scary to look at, so you just hid your face whenever you saw or heard him.

His power is also way too scary-he doesn’t care about any collateral damage caused, heck he probably loves if there’s more of it! Smoked Cheese spent his time making sure that not even a crumb of you were harmed during the fight of Golden Cheese and Burning Spice.

You weren’t sure what freaked you out more: Nutmeg Tiger Cookie’s unwavering devotion to such a being like Burning Spice, or the fact that Burning Spice Cookie does all that he does…for entertainment.

All the death, destruction, suffering he causes, everything, all for a cheap laugh?! Why-why again did you ever come here?!?

To make matters worse? Smoked Cheese and Golden Cheese were locked away in a cage. But you? No, Burning Spice didn’t want you in confinement.

He found it much more amusing to have you by his side, attached to his hip and sitting on his lap.

Your soul departs each time he speaks, your breath is taken away when he breaks something, because you’re scared that it might be you he breaks next. Seeing him be so casual and collected after crushing Cilantro Cobra Cookie in front of your face was what set you over the edge.

You were panicking, screaming, tossing around. You wanted to leave now, no ifs, ands, or buts. You can’t take this anymore and-…

He-he’s staring at you….he’s in the middle of his second round fight with Golden Cheese Cookie, and he’s staring. Right. At. You.

You were eternally grateful for Smoked Cheese Cookie being so understanding, and being so quick in trying to get you out of this God forsaken continent.

But even as you were getting away, you heard his laugh. You know Golden Cheese struck him down, but you heard his faint sinister laugh; virtually paralyzing you in place.

Please, for your sake, can you never come back to Beast-Yeast ever again?!?

…

…

Where did this ticket come from?

[mokie-bleh]

you guys miss me? :)

[iatemitomt0day]

"YOOHOOO~ DEARY DEAREST~!! I HAVE FINALLY ARRIVED TO CONTINUE OUR LOVE JOURNEY!!"

"Shadow Milk cookie... your arrival is, earlier, than I had anticipated..."

"So, you truly have returned... this early? And here I believed your arrival would only occur much, much later."

". . ."

"GET OUT!!!!!!!!!"

[pureomi]

˚୨୧⋆｡🍓˚ darry rings - are limited to one per lifetime, emphasizing that love should be exclusive and irreplaceable. true love verification ensures each customer can only buy one ring.

includes: itoshi sae! x reader. 0.9k wc. fluff hehe

you are unable to believe the outrageous actions of your boyfriend. this time, his doings were diabolical to the point of no return. “get out!”

you push itoshi sae out the door in a fit of frustration. his sigh is so loud, it feels like it’s echoing in your head, only making your irritation worse.

“this is my bedroom,” he deadpans, as if stating the obvious will reverse his sudden eviction. it doesn’t work. you’re already diving into the duvets with a determined scowl.

“what are you even doing?” he asks, his tone tipping into annoyance. he narrows his eyes when you march a little closer and throw his pillow into his arms.

“you’re sleeping on the couch,” you declare, voice firm, matching his now sour expression. “and actually, that pillow is way too nice. hand it back.”

he blinks, baffled, before the "too nice" pillow is snatched away and replaced with a sad, flat one that looks like it’s seen better days.

sae stares at the new pillow and then at you. this is so absurd, so far removed from the usual luxurious facade of his life, that the ever-composed itoshi sae actually laughs.

“you’re forgetting something,” he says suddenly, catching your wrist and pulling you closer.

“sae! let go!” you yelp, squirming in his grasp.

“are you seriously this upset over that cheap ring?” his tone is somewhere between exasperation and amusement, as if he should've expected such a reaction.

“it doesn’t matter if it was cheap; it was mine!” you hit his chest with a fist, glaring up at him. “and you hid it!”

“because i got you a better one,” he says, his eyebrows raising slightly, as if that explains everything.

“well, you could’ve just said that!” you huff, shoving his arm. “i was freaking out, thinking i lost it!”

"why do you even like that ring so much?" sae asks, pinching the bridge of his nose like he’s debating whether this argument is even worth his energy.

"because you gave it to me in high school!" you snap back, arms crossing dramatically. "i've spent more time with that ring than with you!"

he freezes, the weight of your words sinking in. the usual sharpness in his expression softens, and for a moment, he just looks at you—really looks at you. his gaze lingers on you, quiet and heavy with a mixture of guilt and something unspoken.

it's true. he knows it. he knows just how many times he’s failed to be present for you, how many moments he’s missed, how many nights you’ve spent waiting for him to come back—both physically and emotionally. each time, each goodbye felt like he was leaving behind another piece of you. your glassy eyes were all he would remember during those long flights.

but that's exactly why he's been wanting to do this for a while. because, although he might not make it obvious, itoshi sae is more attentive than you think.

he reaches into his pocket. the movement catches your attention, and when he pulls out a small velvet box, your breath hitches.

“is that...” you begin to question, even though the answer is obvious.

he opens the box, revealing a sleek, elegant darry ring. it gleams under the soft light of the bedroom—intricate, expensive, but graceful instead of loud, the kind of thing only sae could choose.

“i didn’t hide your ring to be an ass,” he says, a rare gentleness lacing his tone. his firm hand captures yours and slides the perfectly fitted ring on your designated finger.

"i wanted you to have something better," he brings your jeweled hand to his lips, pressing a warm kiss. "something worthy of you."

"i wanted to sign my name to you."

you blink, your chest tightening, and before you know it, you're rushing forward to throw your arms around him in an impulsive, tight hug.

"you're an idiot, sae!" you voice, sound coming out teary-eyed.

a moment passes without either of you saying anything. he just holds you tighter, as if making up for every moment he couldn’t be there. then, he chuckles softly, a low, soft sound that fills the space between you.

you pull back just enough to frown up at him, your hands resting on his chest. "you're laughing?!"

sae, with that trademark smirk, tilts his head slightly. "do you like it?" his voice teasing but with that edge of sincerity you know so well.

you scoff, still holding on to his shirt, a little stunned. "are you seriously asking me that right now?" you mumble, though your heart is already swelling.

"i love it," you finally smile, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. "i love it, sae."

he leans forward, the tug of his smile remaining. "yeah?" he inches closer, grabbing you, leaving no room for escape. "how much?"

"so much.." you manage to whisper against his lips before he fully dives in for a kiss.

his lips move gently against yours, tasting the words you just spoke, savoring your happiness. it’s soft and tender, and deliberately slow, as he prefers.

when he finally pulls back, you're left breathless, your heart pounding in your chest. you glance up at him, suddenly shy, feeling a soft blush creeping on you.

"you're still sleeping on the couch," you point and smile, face full of mischief.

sae shrugs, his expression slipping into one of playful indifference. “fine. but you’re joining me.”

before you can even protest, he scoops you up effortlessly, your squeals of protest only providing him amusement as he holds you securely in his arms.

"okay, okay! you can sleep on the bed!"

a/n: me ignoring my 1k wc essay to write a 1k wc sae fic 👍🏼

[mxximax]

I am alive