Drew A Horribly Inaccurate Ritsu On The Whiteboard But Wasn't Able To Finish It Bc The Teacher Was Coming😓

RUIN MY PLANS ! sae itoshi x manager! reader. fluff.

☆彡– really, he should have known better than to let someone in so easily– now you've ruined his plans and stained your muddy footprints all over his heart.

even in the beginning, it was always just sae and soccer.

(wrong. there was also rin– who used to idolized him as one would a celebrity, and his supportive parents– who sent him snacks and supportive notes when he was abroad.)

nevertheless, there really was no one in the small world of sae itoshi; hidden beneath the bitter guise of frigid thunder and even icier storms– until you first came in as his own brand new manager, (slightly naive) smile differing strikingly from his indifferent countenance.

you've unsolicitedly trampled all over his once-tranquil paradise over the years, sae thinks, because now he can't imagine a future without you– it makes his skin crawl and it feels sickening. how mediocre of him.

and just as sae starts to slowly accept the unfamiliar whirlwind of emotions in his life after denying his feelings for so long, his fragile world collapses again.

"i'm going to resign soon."

oh.

sae's heart sinks to his stomach. he feels like his whole world is falling apart– just like in the movies– and he's infuriated. resentment always came easily to sae, after all; but the fact that it's you makes his stomach churn.

(you, who unexpectedly won a place in his life with your lukewarm anecdotes, stupid laughter and reckless work habits. really, he should have known better than to let someone in so easily– now you've ruined his plans and stained your muddy footprints all over his heart.)

the soft music thrumming through the speakers of an expensive restaurant fuels his rage even more, and you're still sitting there nonchalantly– calm and composed, expression showing no signs of discomfort nor awkwardness.

and it really pisses him off.

he's treated you so well over the years too; trying to be on his best behaviour on his interviews with the press (read: not walking off); listening half-heartedly to your ramblings on how to increase his popularity (though he couldn't care less); and even going so far as to mind his language sometimes.

upon further reflection, maybe he really was the jerk here.

but in contrast to his internal turmoil, sae's demeanour remains tepid save for the slight furrow of his eyebrows. "huh? what's wrong with you?"

it comes out a lot harsher than intended.

you've known sae long enough to read his minuscule body language, and that the slight wince at his own words mean that he's a little apologetic– not that his ego would have ever allowed him to admit it. (if anything, it makes you realise that you've stayed in this job too long for your liking.)

–it's absolutely unhealthy to be around him for so long, you affirm to yourself. that's why you're resigning after six gruelling years.

the way you shift in your chair almost makes him worry.

"it's nothing big, i just want to start a normal life." you respond, albeit tentatively. "maybe cut off travelling around for a bit, have a less stressful job, get a partner–"

he scoffs at that. (it's not due to jealousy, definitely.) "you could do that even while being a manager; it's just a little busier than a normal life. plus, it's not too stressful, is it?"

you work more than 17 hours on busy days– even answering his spur of the moment midnight calls. as much as an eye candy as sae is, you don't think your heart can handle him much longer despite how unaffected you look.

(little did you know, he would've long cut back on the immense workload if you had so much as mentioned it– he would have gone beyond limits to keep you by his side, because you're the only constant in his world of football. and he likes that.)

"i suppose so– i guess settling back into Japan might make dating a lot easier, as well as stop my parent's nagging." you sigh. "they're constantly pestering me on when i'll get married."

sae's had his share of flings in europe before– so he has no idea why his heart races so fast at the mere thought of a reckless idea.

"so date me."

you choke. his face stays stoic, utterly contradicting to the way he swallows thickly– he really is a mess. now he's ruined every single healthy relationship he's ever had in his life.

and never in your life did you think you would get to hear sae itoshi ask you out, even if it was just for his own benefit. "it won't hinder with your work, and it'll be easy to convince your parents, won't it?"

you hate how persuasive he is.

(that night, you end up making a decision that might just cost you more than your sappy feelings.)

i love you online friends i love you gay people in my phone i love you discord server chaos i love you silly mutuals masquerading as anons in your inbox i love you inside jokes i love you staying up too late giggling at your screen i love you sense of community and friendship from so far away i love you mutuals <3

¡! ❝ REDAMANCY .. ❞

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natsume sakasaki x reader smau

warning(s) : cussing; “i hope u die”, kys, HA GAY & rei gets called an old man once (1 time)

╰┈➤ synopsis ❝after yumenosaki academy resident magician and eccentric sakasaki natsume asks you to “go out with him”, you immediately shut him down. so why is he dedicating a song to you at a switch concert? and why are people whispering about you being the cutest couple?❞

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reo is obsessed with sending you pictures of himself.

he sends you pictures for everything he does. from the very moment he wakes up to the moment he goes to sleep. it’s like he lives for it.

it was cute at first, but when your camera roll consists of rows and rows of images of the same shade of purple and varying backgrounds, it gets exhausting.

“don’t you ever get tired?” you yawn.

there’s a beat of silence. “of what?”

“of sending me pictures of your face every time you breathe.”

“why would i?” he grins, “i’ve been told i’m quite pretty.”

you give him a look through your screen. he simply laughs before scooping up a bite of veggies with his chopsticks.

“why?” he playfully glares at you, “got a problem with that?”

“no,” you sigh, “but i might grow sick of seeing your face spreading across my camera roll.”

he lets out an offended gasp, “excuse me?!”

you hum, “it’s like a disease.”

“what?!”

you burst out laughing at his reaction, tears pooling in your eyes. he glares at you, aggressively pointing his chopsticks at you through the screen.

“i’ll have you know,” he pouts, “i send you the best pictures of myself!”

“yeah?” you wipe your eyes, “so that one time you sent me that picture of you crying after you stubbed your toe was the best one you could send?”

a blush spreads through his cheeks. “i wasn’t thinking straight.”

“‘course not.”

he grabs another bite of stir-fried veggies, “i hope you’ve deleted it by now.”

“what do you take me for?” you cheekily smile at him, “it’s my wallpaper.” (it’s also your favorite picture of him ever.)

“i hate you.”

you stick your tongue out at him. “stop sending me so many pictures of your face then.”

he hums, “i don’t hate you that much.”

you drum your fingers against your desk. “you’re just obsessed with seeing your face aren’t you?”

he scoffs through a bite. “so obsessed.”

“i bet you’re checking yourself out through the camera as we speak.”

there’s a pause. your eyes widen when you see his cheeks slowly turn red.

“are you?”

he buries his face in his hands. “shut up.”

“reo!” you gasp in disbelief.

he lets out an embarrassingly high pitched squeal. “shut up!”

he sneaks a peek at you through his fingers. you snicker at him.

“why’re you getting shy on me now?” your voice is laced with mirth.

“i’m going to hang up on you.” you can practically hear the pout on his lips.

“no!” a laugh slips past your lips, “i’m sorry.”

“if you’re really sorry,” he lowers his hands from his face, pout on full display, “you’ll let me keep sending you pictures of me.”

“i take it back, i’m not sorry.”

he frowns, “do you really hate my pictures that much?”

“i never said i hated them,” you start, voice gentle, “i just don’t like having them taking up half of my camera roll.”

reo hums, slowly nodding in acknowledgement.

“plus,” you offer him a cheeky smile, “i’d much rather see it in person.”

a small, satisfied grin spreads through his lips, “you’re such a flatterer.”

“but, since you insist,” he sighs, “i suppose i could let you see me in person today.”

“you suppose?”

“you’ve been mean to me throughout most of this call,” he clicks his tongue, “if anything i’m being too nice to you.”

he lets out a soft sigh, gently shaking his head.

“anyway, just hurry up and get ready,” he smiles, “i’ll be at your place in an hour to pick you up.”

you perk up. “where are we going?”

“that’s for me to know and you to find out.”

you roll your eyes. he sticks his tongue out at you before quickly saying ‘see you soon,’ blows you a quick kiss goodbye, and hangs up.

you lazily get up from your desk, groaning as you stretch your arms.

you’re left looking forward to your date with reo, and the (not so) small hope that he won’t stop sending you pictures of himself. (even if it means you’ll have to figure what to get rid of in order to free up space on your phone for them.)

(you’ll never tell him that, though.)

Being tumblr mutuals isn't enough I need to hug them

oh. oh.

how do you write a love letter, keito hasumi

how do you write a love letter? to a place, a time, to you? the whole world stops to listen to a love that sings for itself.

how do you write a love letter? an intangible bittersweetness, the art of language, with each and every word planned and thoroughly reviewed— keito couldn't still put his finger on it. how do you write a love letter? to a place, to a person?

how do you write a love letter? an exquisite longing that held sadness within each letter, and each goodbyes. but another crumpled paper hits the floor— the inked pen hesitates to touch the fresh paper before it. it trembles; with the first motion, he spells your name:

To my dearest,

Often when I imagine you, a love exists inside me. It frightens me. It's as if you were a ghost returning to it's haunt.

how do you write a love letter? handwritten claims of love, desperate to convey the desire that filled his body as much as blood— his hands started writing on it's own. of course those hands are his, but who owns these words writing itself if not love?

I'm afraid of the love I have for you. Because I am certain that it will ruin me. And I know that I will let it.

I love you, love you, love you, endlessly— Until the sea reaches the moon, and the flowers reach the sun.

how do you write a love letter? the heart pumps the love from it to the tips of his fingers— with love passing through him, keito wrote his fears, and his confessions. his love had held it's breath to this very moment.

I have longed for you, in my heart, never forgetting a day where I didn't.

But I am afraid that I might spend eternity trying not to need you.

the letter stops—

his fingers tremble; as if he wasn't certain. as if this wasn't a promise.

from your friend, Keito.

okay but like what do we think about tutor!karasu who literally HATES being a tutor. like he hates it so much bc he thinks he’s too good for it 💀 is only in it because it’ll look good on his uni applications

he hates coming in every thursday so so much— one day though, they change his schedule and he has to come in on wednesday where he runs into you!! and he fucking hates you too 🤷‍♀️

you’re really smart, and you’re probably a bit smarter than him, so why are you even here? the answer he would expect is same as him, for job applications or whatever. but when he asks? you say it’s because you love tutoring. karasu is like.. pause.. what?

he doesn’t get it. he doesn’t get you. he’s so confused by why you willingly choose to surround yourself with idiots. it’s sickening and he thinks you deserve better— he thinks you should hang out with him instead

so karasu keeps coming in on wednesdays to tutor with you, consistently trying to convince you to quit— until one day he realises that for the first time, he’s actually looking forward to work

rb to have a super gay 2023

you caught my favs crying:

: ̗̀➛ favs featured: denji, diluc, rin, and itadori

o(*≧▽≦)ツ darling’s note: i just wanted to hug all of them writing this. they deserve so much more, ugh... to comfort the misunderstood/undeserving character. hopefully the grammar is ok, i am also half asleep BUT i really wanted to post tonight <3

now playing: anniversary of an uninteresting event - deftones

denji from chainsaw man:

dean's note: this gif... so much pain

after being almost murdered a couple times, denji wanted to give up on finding someone. maybe it was for the best, sighing, walking by couples on the busy streets. slouching while strolling down the streets. with his luck, he just had to run into someone. bumping their hot drink all over him, denji was about to curse this stranger out. although the pain was minimal considering what he's experienced before.

"oh jesus, i’m so sorry!" denji looks up to see you, oh dear… maybe giving up wasn’t an option anymore. the way the sun hit your skin, your look of pure concern and care that he’s only ever seen little to none in his life. you reached out to him with napkins. "i should’ve seen you shit" second point was that you were taking responsibility. most people blamed him in some shape or form. it was his fault all the time.

"don’t worry about it, i should’ve watched where i was going." denji sighs. you lightly started to pat his chest with the napkin. getting as much as you could out of his shirt.

that’s how it started. a friendship that blossomed into romance. he had confessed first, denji was always so upfront with you. another thing you love about him. aki even likes you. believing you were a positive influence on the man. 

"denji, you’re early" you open the door. someone ripped and stained denji's usual uniform. "it’s not my blood. don’t worry," he said, chuckling lightly to hide his exhaustion. "are you okay?" you ask him, denji just walks towards you, letting his body fall into your grasp. "just tired," rubbing his back, the comfort bringing warmth to denji’s heart. 

"come on, i’ll get you a fresh change of clothes," you say as you kiss his forehead. he nods, walking to the shower. coming out of it, he sees you. standing there, laying down in the clean, warm blankets. signaling him to come to you on the couch. 

"you wanna talk about it?" you ask, brushing his knotted up hair. he relaxes in your touch. "devils shit, seeing people die, i don’t know if i want to think anymore," denji confessed, makima always left a sour taste on your tongue. the moment you saw her, you told yourself that she was not good news. 

"just tired of thinking about what i want, who i want to be, and what’s next," he deflates in your arms. "i’m sorry, bub," you say, kissing his forehead. "i love you, and if you ever need anything, i’ll be happy to help."

love?

"you love me?" denji turns his body. you widen your eyes. "i said the l word, didn’t i?" you didn’t hear anything till you saw him covering his eyes. sobbing into his forearm. "denji? i’m so sorry i-" 

"you mean it?" denji’s red eyes looked into yours. smiling, embracing his cheeks. "i put it on my life," you say softly as you kiss his lips. his tears rolling down his face. "i love you too. i love you so fucking much," he was happy… for the first time, he felt this was real. something in his life was real and his own.

diluc from genshin impact:

dean's note : i am seriously running out of diluc gifs

diluc and you weren’t exactly close. you two worked well together, and that was the only reason you two got assigned mission after mission together. his rough hands grip the sword while you cover his back. you two shared rooms at motels; the silence between the two. you turned your body, letting yourself fall into a deep slumber. 

"please…don’t!" you open your eyes, getting up, thinking someone was intruding the two of you. the room was clear, nothing was touched. another yell came from the left side of the room. noticing it was diluc causing the noise.

"don’t! i promise i’ll be stronger!" he half yells and half mumbles it. lashing around his bed. you get up, pressing your weight on his arms. holding him still. you say his name, it wasn’t working. whimpers of fear fill your ears. guilt builds up in your stomach, feeling hopeless about stopping this nightmare from happening. "diluc!" you yell his name. he opens his eyes, overpowering you. almost throwing you across the room. 

"what? what happened?" he looks around, his eyes stung and wet liquid fell down his cheeks. was he crying? "did someone attack us?" diluc stood up, looking for his claymore. 

"no. we are fine; you just had a nightmare, you started crying" you hunched over, holding your stomach. "oh. i didn’t mean to throw you across the room. " diluc walks up to you, lifting your shirt. a new bruise was forming on your stomach. "don’t worry about it. how are you?" you ask him, sitting back on your bed. 

"just fine. i don’t know what came over me," diluc’s adrenaline died. letting his thoughts slow down and realize what had just happened. the nightmare was still vivid in his mind. diluc sees you doing something with a candle. "why are you lighting a candle?" diluc sits up, glaring at your shadowed figure. "nightlight, just thought it would be comforting," you turn to lie on your back. "there’s no need. i am not an infant," diluc turns his body toward you. 

"well then. it’s for me," you lied, letting diluc grumble a little before accepting the new foreign light in the room. closing your eyes, you heard diluc shuffle.. and then move his sheets. "you’re going to keep me up if you keep moving like that," you snicker, diluc stopping. 

"my apologies, i just can’t rest easy," he whispers. you shift over in your bed. "you want to sleep in mine?" you ask. afraid of either getting hit by his pyro or getting the silent treatment. 

"i shouldn’t. it’s fine" you get up. he shouldn’t? he wanted to? you pat the empty side of your bed. "come on, don’t worry, i won’t bite," diluc hesitates but gets up. grabbing his pillow and blanket. 

"thank you, i apologize again," diluc undoes his hair tie, his fiery red hair invading your side of the pillow. he takes a deep breath, thankful for the small nightlight in the corner of his vision. 

"don’t worry about it. it’s what partners are for."

rin from bluelock:

dean's note: quickly learned all my friends hate rin 💀😒 they just don't GET HIM LIKE I DO!

"fucking leave then! huh is that what you want to hear?!" rin tells you. fighting over small things. who did the dishes, who didn’t take out the trash, and things not worth this much energy. you stood in front of him. rin was always a hard person to love. he told you every night that you were free to go. leave him, like everyone else in his life. 

every yelling match was one-sided. you were so fucking patient with him. standing in front of him while he hashed it out on you. the instant regret washed over his face when he was done. "are you ready to talk?" you ask, holding his hand. rin nods, pressing his head into your chest. 

"i’m a dickhead," rin says, turning his back to you, the soft blankets wrapped around him. the glass of water you filled every night for him. the cold aura around him, you press a kiss on his neck. he stiffens but quickly relaxes into your touch. "what do you see in me?" rin whispers, hoping that you didn’t hear it. your hand softly holds his. hands of his wrapped perfectly in yours. 

"what do i see that you can’t?" you press another kiss on his back. rin shakes his head, gripping the blanket. "i’m just a tool, a fucking idiot," he says, starting to genuinely shake, twisting himself into a state of panic. you wrap your arms around him. pressing his back to your chest. 

"you feel that?" you ask, the faint heartbeat of yours. rin nods. "this heart is yours and only yours," rin says, falling to sobbing in your arms, the shock written on your face. hearing the man’s voice crack, you pat his head. soft sobs into the blanket continue to fill the room. 

it scared rin to allow someone to be close to him, even to love him. when you love someone, you show them your flaws, your perfections, and your most vulnerable moments. having one person know that about him terrified him. what would you do when you found out more about him? 

how could someone love him? 

"i love you rin," you breathe in the crook of his neck, rin cries, nodding his head. finally he agreed to your love, wanting himself to let go and allowing you to take care of him. 

"i'm scared," rin whispers. how much could love control him? would he fall in love with you so deeply that you would be over soccer? what is rin if not a soccer player?

rin feels your legs start to tangle in his. your soft voice in his ear. maybe you were worth so much more. rin sighed in your arms. rin felt for the first time he deserved something good in his life. something that wasn’t revenge.

“i’ll be there every step of the way rin” you press a kiss on his forehead.

"thank you," his gratitude shined for the first time. kissing your lips first, while you wipe his tears away. 

itadori from jujustu kaisen:

dean's note: SPOILERS for shibuya incident

"what have i done?" itadori is hunched over. vomiting what felt like his guts. he looks up to see you kneeling down. caressing his back, "yuji?" you looked at him with so much care. how could you look at him with so much love? he was a monster that caused so much misfortune to anyone near him. 

"you’re alive?" itadori’s lips quiver. you nod and smile. "yeah, i managed to escape the blast," rubbing his back. itadori sighs. you grabbed him, helping him up. "come on, looking at that won’t make you feel better," you whisper. turning around from the enormous crater in the city. 

"how do you keep loving me? i’m just a murderer," itadori looks down, he slouches his back like a wet dog in the rain. "i love you because you’re you. i’ll share your sins with you, yuji. i’ll be your partner in all this shit," you grip his shoulder. your eyes didn’t lie, full of love you still had when you first started dating the man. 

"i’ll be as guilty as you are. i’ll carry your sins alongside me" you say, gripping his hand. itadori looks up at you. gripping your shirt, pressing his head into your chest. "you shouldn’t have to do that, you deserve-"

"i deserve you." you raise his head. squishing his cheeks, the scars on his face, the marks of sukuna that remind you that it would only get harder from this point. that life wouldn’t be simple anymore, like you two hoped. "i love you, yuji," you say, tearing up. seeing your loved one in so much pain, both physically and mentally, only made you want to run away with him. to hide him from the cruelty of the world. the need to protect him. 

"i love you too," itadori sobs into your chest. you held him closer, allowing him to feel vulnerable around you. "let it out, baby.. i’m here, don’t worry. you won’t lose me," you whisper, itadori’s loud cries fill your ears. a mix of despair and love for you. 

"i’m so sorry. please don’t leave me," itadori yells, his body shaking in your grasp. "i didn’t mean to be a burden, i’m sorry." he can barely talk, just pleading and begging for forgiveness from you and everyone around him. 

"shh. breathe yuji. one in one out.. one in one out" you never imagined you would be standing in an empty alleyway with him. having him fall apart in your arms, the busy streets suddenly died to complete silence. it was eerie, but with Itadori, you felt safe. you felt at home.

obsessed with bed.. i love bed. obsessed with pillows blankets and such literally love sleeping