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# LAUGHABLE LUNCH ! ᯓ★

ᯓ★ SYNOPSIS : your husband reacting to you and your child’s joined bento box!

ᯓ★ PAIRINGS : xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb x reader (separate)

ᯓ★ WARNINGS : xavier flash banging the whole association, zayne falling in love for the billionth time, everyone is crying, i went berserk on sylus sorry (anyone remember some of the names?)

XAVIER ᯓ★

ZAYNE ᯓ★

RAFAYEL ᯓ★

SYLUS ᯓ★

CALEB ᯓ★

@ alyakhq, do not plagiarise, copy or translate my work pls :)

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⋮ 𖤐┆Minori Fan Set ☆

⋮ 𖤐 ┆ All I'm thinking about is that one Kawaii Kaiwai song

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Free to use with credit !

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auuu im sick and burning 😞

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Oh- Heyyy! Yayyayy, we're moots now 🫶

yesyes i stalked your profile and got FED WELL. feel free to call me celeste, or celes<3

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thank you for the tag aika !!!

i need to start moot hunting lmaoo

@jxxbtx @lveisagi (no pressure!!) + anyone who wants to join<3

angel startin a reblog game on a saturday?! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ reblog with nine of your f/os/faves !! let's see if there is a trending type hehehe

very shyly tagging some mooties :3 no pressure !! @heiayen @sincerelyhunnybee @carminechrollo @yaminohimeyume @dewberrydusk @hikentomori n whoever wants to join !!

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this is why i love non-mc fics / aus

💔 I know people will hate me for this, but I can’t stay silent anymore

I just want to find at least one person who feels the same way I do.

Even if a hundred or a thousand people will hate me for it, I want that one single person who understands what kind of scar this MC left on me.

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For a long time, I couldn't quite explain why I had such a deep dislike - no, a visceral rejection - of the MC of Love and Deepspace.

It wasn’t just that I found her annoying, rude, or bland - though many users defend her as "just a cute sweetheart" or "not that bad heroine".

No. I think I genuinely hate her.

And recently, after sitting with this feeling for months, I finally figured out why.

She is an empty shell.

A hollow, perfect otome heroine who had everything handed to her by default. She has:

- A loving older adoptive brother who would literally do anything for her because he had to watch her suffer as a child and ended up traumatized (while she conveniently forgot everything - how convenient, right?).

- A serious childhood friend who possibly had feelings for her but had to hide them to avoid hurting her with his evol - and of course she’s the only one who can make him smile again

- A literal husband from the future, who time-traveled just to save her (because even time itself is on this woman’s side).

- Not one but TWO ancient creatures (a mafia boss who created and controls an entire shadowy underworld mafia just to protect her, and a literal mermaid sea god whose soul is tied to hers across lifetimes) both of whom have loved her across lifetimes and would destroy the world for her!

The love interests? Fantastic.

They’re well-designed, emotionally rich, and full of potential.

But the moment you add destiny threads, past life reincarnations, and mythic soulmate-level love, something breaks.

I stop feeling like I’m part of the story.

I don’t feel like the MC.

I don’t feel like I’m influencing or choosing anything.

I don’t feel... close.

It feels like I’m just watching someone else’s picture-perfect story - some unreasonably lucky girl - from behind a screen. And I have absolutely nothing to do with it.

I think what makes it worse is that Infoflds advertises this as otome game from first-person POV.

A dating sim for women.

Isn’t it supposed to fulfill the fantasy of being special?

Of being seen?

But all I felt after a few months of playing and watching her was:

MC is the center of the universe.

And I mean that literally.

From what I understand, the plot eventually reveals that she’s a kind of cosmic entity - a celestial being that gave birth to an entire advanced civilization on another planet. She’s the source of life itself.

Every powerful man or godlike creatures in this world exists and lives because of her.

Loves her. Worships her. Saves her.

Even the player feels like they’re supposed to worship her.

She’s the chosen one. The universe, the love interests, and the story all bend to her - and honestly? It felt like the game was screaming in my face:

"Look at her! Look at everything she has that you never will!"

Yes, I know the mythic destiny trope is just a lazy storytelling shortcut to justify why all the LIs fall so hard so fast.

But still… it hurts.

This game showed me something I didn’t expect:

That I’m a non-MC reader.

Just a side character. A background girl.

And that’s why I adore non-MC stories with a reader.

They mirror how I feel in real life - painfully, but in a cathartic beautiful way.

They say: yes, even if you’re beautiful, loyal, smart, kind - if you weren’t born the Chosen One, if you weren’t written into the myth - then you’ll never be her.

You’ll never be the one they cross time and space for.

You’ll never be the cosmic soulmate.

You’ll never be the MC.

And yes, maybe I’m just a jealous bitter bitch.

Maybe I just fell too hard for the guys and now feel like a miserable outsider.

Maybe I felt like I was being pushed out of a story that never included me to begin with.

But this post - this pain - is real.

If you’ve ever felt like the story wasn’t written for you,

If you’ve ever watched miss Hunter be worshipped and thought:

“Why not me?”

If you’ve ever craved a story where someone like you gets to be seen, wanted, and chosen:

You're not alone.

UPDATE: I never expected this to blow up. Thank you for all the support (and the chaos). I wrote a proper thank you to my fellow non-MC enthusiasts here.

SECOND UPDATE: The response was insane. Check out here my first non-MC OC/Sylus fic dropping this week! ✨

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Making a new post because the dickhead blocked me on here so I can't interact with the original post. If you can then share it! They think that'll keep me from spreading the word of them stealing a ton of other people's works.

‼️BOOSTING‼️

If you are a fic writer on here that does not allow for your works to be translated or resposted to other sites, please be aware that this page has been going around doing it anyway. They do not ask permission, just drop your link at the bottom of the page where nobody gives a fuck after they've translated and stolen your work.

Yall know I have had my work stolen in the past, and I fucking hate thieves.

I asked them to delete my works (because there were multiple), but as I was going through their posts, I found MORE AND MORE of my mutuals works who I know for damn sure have in their tumblrs not to translate or repost, so it's clear they don't give a fuck. Please check this page for your works to see if any are on there because there are SO MANY I can't keep up.

I've asked TONS of times to delete my works and the others, but yall there are literally over 100 works with TONS of chapters of OTHER PEOPLE'S WRITING in there.

They don't post on here, but quickly deleted their original post with their wattpad link, so here it is! Their tumblr is @/wanderersimp04

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why are the itoshi siblings so angst worthy like wtf (ive got 5 drabbles of them and they're all without happy endings)

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fl8werald

oh.

GAME IDEA REBLOG THIS AND TRY TYPING YOUR URL EYES CLOSED

VD&diydgbyt-buh

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the way it takes me like 2 weeks to finish a fluff fic but an hour to finish one filled w heavy angst.

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this is so CUTE IM GIGGLING LIKE MIDDLE SCHOOLER WHO HAS A CRUSH

a/n: another rin smau, I had this prompt in my head for a long time, I just had to write a smau of it... I'm still in my hometown rn, and bro it's burning hot I hate and love summer 💔 here you go nay, @strawberrylycake since you've been excited to read this 🫶, please enjoy reading 🫶💗

Itoshi Rin x Reader !

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Rootbound

In which... Itoshi Rin never cared for flowers—until he met the florist who made him feel like he was finally blooming.

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The first time Rin realizes he's in love with you, you're humming.

It’s nothing special. Just a half-tune under your breath as you repot a trailing ivy into a ceramic container he helped carry from the back room. You're crouched beside him, hands dusted in soil, hair tied messily back with a ribbon that doesn’t match the rest of your outfit—but somehow fits you perfectly.

And you’re humming. Softly. Thoughtlessly. Like you’re happy. Like just breathing in the scent of earth and sunshine and being in this space with him is enough to make you sing.

He stares.

He knows he’s screwed.

He’s never fallen in love like this before—never let himself. Rin Itoshi doesn’t fall. He advances. He calculates. He outplays. But with you, it was never a game. It wasn’t about winning. It wasn’t about strategy. You were just there, gently blooming in the periphery of his world until, all at once, your presence had rooted itself into him so deeply that he couldn’t imagine his days without you in them.

And he hadn’t even noticed.

Not until now.

Not until your head tilted and your eyes met his and you smiled like he was something soft, something safe, something worth looking at.

He’s silent the rest of the afternoon. Not in a cold way. You’ve known Rin long enough to tell the difference. He’s not shutting down—he’s thinking. Not with that distant look he usually has after practice or in post-match interviews, but with something more vulnerable. Restless.

And when you hand him a wrapped pastry before he leaves, the last thing you say is, “Don’t forget to eat, okay?”

Your fingers graze his. Just barely.

It feels like a strike to the heart.

That night, he lies awake. And the next night. And the night after that. Because he knows he has to say it. He knows it’s eating him alive. He’s texting you daily. He’s showing up to your shop “just to help out.” He’s memorizing your schedule. Your flower preferences. Your moods. He's so painfully in love with you it feels humiliating.

So finally, he texts:

[Emotionally Constipated 💔]

"Can I see you after work?"

You agreee without hesitation.

And now here he is. Standing in the back garden behind your shop. Surrounded by flowerbeds that smell like summer. The air is thick with jasmine and warm wind, and your string lights glow faintly in the dark like fireflies.

You walk out in an apron that still has dirt on it, tucking your hair behind your ear as you smile at him—that smile—and say, “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

He almost forgets how to breathe.

“...It’s fine,” he says, voice low. Tight. His hands are in his pockets. He won’t look at you yet.

You lean against the table beside him, arms loosely crossed. “You okay? You’ve been weird lately.”

And that’s when he knows there’s no running.

Because you’re looking at him with the kind of softness he’s never deserved and never learned how to ask for. Because you’ve seen every version of him—the irritated, cold, awkward one—and you still smile like you want him here. You still treat him like someone gentle.

So he exhales. Shaky.

“I’m not good at this,” he starts, voice barely above the breeze.

You tilt your head, listening. Always listening.

“I’m not good with people. Or… emotions. Or knowing what the hell to do when I feel something that isn’t rage or pressure or…”

He trails off. His jaw clenches. He looks down at the ground, at the cracks in the stone. At anything that isn’t you.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he admits. “At first I just liked talking to you. I thought it was harmless. You were just easy to be around. You didn’t expect anything from me. You didn’t care about my name or my rank or whether I made the starting lineup. You just…”

His voice wavers.

“You just asked me if I wanted tea.”

A pause. The garden’s quiet.

“And then it got worse. I started thinking about your laugh during drills. I started checking my phone more than I checked my form. I made excuses to stop by because I wanted to see your face. And then that wasn’t enough, so I started staying. Helping. Texting you at night because I couldn’t fall asleep unless I knew you were okay.”

He’s breathing harder now. You say nothing. But you haven’t looked away. Not once.

“And I kept telling myself it didn’t mean anything. That I just liked plants. That I was curious. That maybe I was bored. But I wasn’t.”

He finally lifts his eyes to you. Slowly. Carefully.

“I like you.”

The words hang in the air like suspended petals.

“I’ve liked you for a while. And I didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t want to make things weird. Or mess it up. Or scare you off. But I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel it every time you smile at me like I’m someone worth looking at.”

You inhale softly. Your eyes are wide. Shiny. Your lips part, but no sound comes out yet.

Rin swallows.

“I like you so much it actually pisses me off,” he mutters. “You’ve ruined everything. I think about you more than football.”

He says that last line like it’s a curse. Like it hurts to admit it.

But you laugh.

Soft. Airy. So full of warmth it knocks the breath out of his lungs.

You step closer. Slowly. And then reach out—delicate and brave—and take his hand.

“Rin,” you whisper. “I’ve liked you since you asked me if sunflowers needed the sun.”

He freezes.

“That was the dumbest fake question I’ve ever heard,” you add, smiling. “But it was also the sweetest thing anyone’s done just to talk to me.”

His ears turn red. His whole soul turns to dust.

You squeeze his hand.

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THANK YOU SM FOR READINGG!! have a nice day 🫶💗 I swear I'll work on my requests again after thiss

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( 🦢 ) sypnosis ; you kept waiting on a promise you knew he wouldn't fullfill.

♡ pairing : rin itoshi x reader

( 💜 ) word count : 325

♡ warnings : angst, unrequited love, yearning

WAITING ON A PROMISE

"wait for me, I promise I'll find my way back"

he said standing in front of you. your relationship with rin itoshi was never easy, yet you still held on because it was the only thing you could do.

"I'll wait however long it takes"

though your voice didn't carry the tone you wanted. he gives you one last smile filled with unsaid feelings before turning his back to you.

you waited. days, weeks, months, years for him to come back. and yet, he still isn't here. you didn't look at others, didn't search for anyone else, because you knew that your heart belonged solely to him.

throughout the years you tried to contact him. even if he never replied you sent texts, even if he never picked up you called. there was a part of you that wanted to keep hoping, yet another part thats begging to stop.

you start thinking of him anywhere, his birthday being your password, polaroids of him in your phone case, everywhere is a reminder of him.

you watched as he drifts further, as hes on screen achieving his dreams. hes going to a place you can't reach, and all you could do was watch.

and yet, you held on. held on to the little things that remained, held on to the memories, held on to his words, held on to his promise.

you knew it was pointless, that hes never coming back. but there was a possibility, and you kept hoping.

yet all those years of holding on, of hoping for the possibility of being with him again all shattered when he announces his engagement.

you didn't cry, didn't know how to feel. because you took the risk of waiting. you held on to that promise that he made. one he never fulfilled.

you waited on a love that was never meant to be, and honestly? you'd do it in every lifetime if it meant being with him.

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BLUE LOCK // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works. credit for divider

itoshi rin

bitter truths

( i love you )

no fear

chose yourself too

love story

why are you at my door at 10:57pm?

wont you lend me your faith?

sweet glances

michael kaiser

voyeur to belonging

how to subtly show someone you're interested

seasons

when stars can't hold their weight, they explode

liebevoll

the instrument

anyone but you

bachira meguru

another word for homesick. (i want to say your name again)

heatwaves

rosy glasses

you arrive like a dream

yoichi isagi

you'll never find a love like mine

letters to a striker

the priorities of isagi yoichi

ravenous

seishiro nagi

my precious treasure(s)

one pure thing of intimacy an love

i'm your number 1

the obvious truth about nagi seichiro's girlfriend

your flower

reo mikage

stars you only see during the day

august 12th

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↑ from may

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i just realized 90% of my blog is angst with like 2 FLUFF FICS OH MY DAYS.

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house lowk flooded today earlier, hope everyones okay!!

Genuinely getting worried about everyone in the Philippines.

It's been three (?) days since we've experienced heavy rains. The news said this is a typhoon worsened by the habagat (southwest monsoon), and every news outlet have been reporting heavy floods, deaths, and landslides since last night. It's concerning.

As much as I'm thankful that everyone in my family is safe and dry, I pray for those who are having it worse, especially in our region. Everytime the rain falls, all I can think of are those people in the provincial areas.

To my Filipino moots in the Philippines, please stay safe and stay dry. I am worried for all of you, too.

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Blue Lock art~💙