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This.

who is going to provide me with tsukiyama fanfics i fear i’m not normal about them

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Doomed siblings<<

according to the official egoist bible, sae’s favorite season is the end of summer because everything feels lonely.

rin’s birthday is september 9th, which is the end of summer.

sae probably wanted to celebrate rin’s birthday with him, but because he was in spain and rin didn’t have a phone, he couldn’t. that’s why the end of summer is so lonely for sae, because when he wanted to celebrate his brother’s birthday at the end of summer, he couldn’t.

rin’s favorite season is autumn because it’s chilly.

sae’s birthday is october 10th, which is during autumn.

rin and sae had their fight on a snowy and chilly day.

not only that, but sae’s birthday is 10/10 and rin’s is 9/9, meaning that sae will always be one step ahead of rin and rin will never be able to catch up.

have a good night, everyone!!!🤭😊😆

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So little that I have to write them myself 💔

Years on this app and still there's been no increase in the angst no comfort +plot fics. I'm doomed to suffer for all of eternity.

Give me some recs I'm begging you. Help a girl suffer won't u. anything is welcomed PLS

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OH! 😭

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me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

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To quiet my fears, I’ll drown in you.

Paring: Sae Itoshi x Reader

Genre: Angst/No comfort

Tags: mutual pining gone wrong, Blink gone ☹️

Sae Itoshi never looked at you. Sae Itoshi never looked at you if he could help it, in fact, the distance between the two of you has never been wider- it was almost as if all those nights of childish promises under the protection of the moon were a simple fairy tale. Sometimes you even wonder if you knew him at all. It was all once upon a time where he’d grace you with that gentle smile of his, his magnificent green eyes shining in delight at the mere sight of you. Oh, how it was only a dream away where he’d treat you like this again. It was a memory that only a person would only experience in their childhood.

During the fading summer’s he’d bring you to see the shore. Many seasons of brilliant orange sunsets flashes through your mind, it was silly, really. Now however, you stand a distance away from him, watching him walk past you without a second glance back, you became just as a stranger to him as everyone surrounding him that night.

Sae itoshi never looked at you, after returning from Spain he disregarded everything he ever knew to be reborn as a “perfect midfielder” as he would call himself. He wanderers around the streets he used to be so familiar with, the school he used to attend, the parks he walked aimlessly in with you. Oh, was thinking about you again. He continues walking, walking towards the shore that he spent his summer with you. It frustrated him greatly, it wasn’t like he was your family or your friend so why was he thinking so much of you? During the day he finds it easier to ignore you and busy himself with other things; but it is at night when he’s thinking about you, it annoys him. Even in his dreams, his heart aches. His brows furrowed, turning and shifting uncomfortably in his sheets trying desperately to rid of this pained feeling he bears.

He wakes up the next morning feeling more drained than he was the night before, it was probably just the sudden shift in time zones he tells himself, but in reality, somewhere deep inside of him, he knows. He knows it’s you, it’s always you and has always been you.

You look at him from a distance and perhaps you’re alright with just that. Actually, it’s always been this way hasn’t it? You’ve never approached him first, it was always him, you never fought, you never stepped over his boundaries and gave him space when he needed. You always looked at him from afar, he was like a poem that you’ve always been reading silently without him knowing, and soon enough his poem ended, leaving you in despair. With no satisfactory ending, leaving it ambiguous, you attempted to finish the poem for him, you clung onto his heartfelt stanzas, desperately hoping that one day you perhaps could be apart of him poem as well.

Every now and then, you wonder to yourself if those gentle kisses he shared with you really meant anything. Perhaps both of you were desperate for solace from someone else, maybe you became too drunk on his comfort that when you sobered it became too much for either of you to bear and ran away. But you can’t help remember the way his hands felt on your face, how he’d gently press his lips on the sides on your lips - too shy to actually kiss you.

Eventually, you were invited to Sae’s annual birthday dinner, this year there seemed to be more people than there has been. Amongst those people were close acquaintances that he’d met during his time in Spain alongside some of the remaining friends he still kept in occasional contact with during high school, his younger brother and lastly, you. To be honest, he’d tried to avoid inviting you this year, he felt as if that if he saw you in person, his heart may actually shatter from the pains he’s been having.

Perhaps he was right.

He sees you from a distance, he watches you, like how you’ve been watching him for all those years, he sees you smiling so brightly to someone else, and yet he’s never seen you smile so brightly to him, maybe you have but he’s just been too blind to see it. But your smile breaks something fragile inside of him, it hurts, it falls and rolls down a continuous staircase, hitting all the sharp corners. It tumbles and cracks and finally when it hits the bottom, it completely breaks.

You smile through the evening, and as the sun starts to fall, people start filtering out, going their separate ways, leaving you and him standing by each other, staring aimlessly at the sun set in silence. The air filled with uncertainty, unsaid feelings and a lifetime worth of longing.

“How long with this go on for?” His head whips to the side, staring at you, shocked. He doesn’t say anything though, perhaps this is the first time he’s looked at you properly in a while- you’re beautiful even with the years that he hasn’t seen you.

“Can you kiss me? One last time, that’s all I ask.”

“I’m scared.”

And for a moment, the sun felt cold.

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i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

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I’M TIRED OF SMUT, I WANT TOOTH ACHING FLUFF AND HEART SHATTERING ANGST.

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A Romeo and Cinderella story (gojoxf!reader)

Royal au, angst/no comfort

An aristocrat as beautiful as she was untouchable, her eyes gleamed with a cold, detached grace. She was everything that defined nobility—poised, distant, and beyond the reach of those beneath her station.

But her world was not untouched by shadow, for lurking in the quiet corners of her life was Satoru Gojo, a commoner with hands calloused from labor and a heart consumed by obsession. Born to nothing, Satoru worked in the estate’s gardens, pruning hedges and tending to the roses that lined her path as she strolled each day. From the first moment he saw her, a hunger took root in his soul, something primal and overpowering.

For years, Satoru had admired her from afar. Each time she walked by, clad in silks and pearls, her gaze drifting over him as though he were invisible, his heart ached. It was a love he couldn’t explain—more like a fever, a sickness that clouded his thoughts, until she was all he saw. He knew he could never have her. The divide between them was insurmountable: noble and a commoner, a doomed Romeo and a Cinderella. But love, or something darker pretending to be love, drove him mad with longing.

Satori’s longing became obsession. Every night, after the castle slept, he would wander the halls, stealing moments with her belongings—her handkerchief, a glove she had carelessly left behind. He would stand under her window, hoping for a glimpse of her shadow against the curtains, whispering her name into the darkness as though his love alone could call her down to him.

To her, Satoru was nothing. Less than a whisper, less than a shadow. She knew of him—she had seen him in the gardens, had even caught the way his eyes lingered too long on her. But to her, he was just another of the faceless workers who maintained to her world of privilege. She didn’t care for his devotion, didn’t notice his pining. Her heart was not soft, not swayed by passion. She had long ago resolved that her life would be one of power and control, untouched by the messy tangle of love.

She was engaged to marry a Duke, a match of alliances and wealth. Her fiancee, who was a cold and cruel man, but offered she desired most—status, influence, a place in society. Satoru, with his rough hands and dirt-streaked clothes, was nothing compared to the future she had carefully crafted.

One night, as the moon cast a pale light over the gardens, satoru could no longer bear the weight of his silence. He cornered her near the rose bushes, his heart pounding in his chest. She stood before him, her expression as unreadable as always, but he swore he saw the faintest flicker of curiosity in her eyes.

“I-”

Her eyes, as cold as winter, silenced him. She stepped back, folding her arms together as though repulsed by his presence.

“You are deluded,” she said, her voice cracking on a frozen lake. “What makes you think I would ever love someone like you? A man who reeks of dirt and sweat? You are nothing. Perhaps your eyes are the only wealthy thing about you. Do not speak of this again.”

Her words were like a dagger to his heart, sharp and merciless. Satoru’s world crumbled in that moment. His love, his devotion—everything he had ever felt for her—was met with utter indifference. He was nothing in her eyes. Less than nothing.

She continued her life, unaffected by the storm she had unleashed in his heart. She was preparing for her marriage with the Duke, arranging her gowns and jewels, when Satoru appeared before her one final time.

It was the night before her wedding, and the castle was asleep. Satoru found her in the library, where she often read in the evenings. She did not look up when he entered, too engrossed in her book. But when she finally noticed him, standing there, ragged and wide-eyed, something like fear flickered in her eyes.

“I told you never to approach me again,” she hissed, standing from her chair. “Leave me now, before I call for the guards.”

But Satoru was beyond reason. “How can you be so cruel?” He whispered, his voice cracking. “You could have loved me. You could have saved me.”

Her face hardened. “You were never worth saving.”

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tw: Spoilers!

Sae. Your reason for doing this to Rin should be as fucking serious as possible. Just look at this and try to convince me that he never had nightmares after that winter evening.

CAN YOU TWO HAVE A NORMAL CONVERSATION WITH EACH OTHER?? YOU TWO FOOLS, FOOLS

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to moving forward

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Voices 🍵

(Slight Chap 273 Spoiler?)

Sae if he was actually in the chapter

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Rin would 😭

reo: we can't tell you because you're not a member of the club

rin: what club?

ness: the hating isagi club

rin: ...the fuck? i should be the leader of that club

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So, do you guys remember what exactly Sae said about Isagi to Rin after the U-20 match was over?

Yeah:

The instinct part to be exact.

I never looked into that too deep, y'know. Yes, I thought it was sweet that Sae mentioned it, but other than that, I always thought, "Um, was that necessary? Hm?" I then used to brush it off by thinking, "Eh, it's just the usual anime-esque speech, nothing else."

HOWEVER.

The recent chapter (271) changed my whole thought process and when I had finally thought that I had seen everything the Itoshi brothers had to offer, I got whiplashed again.

Rin's 'instinct' can be interpreted as his berserk mode (yeah, that crazy drooling one) and Sae knew about it for the longest time:

And that's exactly what happened a few minutes before the U-20 match ended, right? Rin went into his destruction/berserk mode and went head-on against Sae, right? And he won, he WON against Sae in their 1V1, right?

So, guess who was the one who pushed Rin into that state.

Guess, guess.

Yep:

Exactly. Yep.

Exactly.

EXACTLY!?

It was that very moment when Rin was like, "I want to fight on my own!" And realised that Isagi and the whole team just didn't let him be alone!

I understand that he included the whole team in his inner monologue later, but the start of the spark was Isagi! It was Isagi who slid into Rin's blind spot and sparked the start of his berserk mode!

You getting me where I'm going with this one?

Even before Rin's goal, it was Isagi who low-key and unintentionally riled him up:

It was after this small chit-chat that we saw Rin going straight to lock horns with his Nii-chan and then scored a goal!

You getting me?

YOU GETTING ME!?

And this panel has always stood out to me:

The above happened after the the first half was over and he was ready to leave with a reasoning roughly saying, "I saw what I had to see." And then we see the above—the rather soft gaze—I thought maybe he was just thinking about Rin celebrating his goal?

But now that we know more about them, I can say that it meant much more.

Please say that you are getting me.

And if we were to take everything I said with a grain of salt, then we can say that Sae was subconsciously also looking for the one who can bring out Rin's true potential, and Shidou happened to be just the right person—I don't think I need to elaborate on this; no wonder Sae changed his mind and hopped back into the game once the demon was taken out of the reserve.

So, if you were to look into things through my perspective, Sae acknowledging/praising Isagi makes so much sense now—he is still trying to keep his promise after all.

And this idiot.

You dumbass. You buffoon. You absolute donkey. Have you learnt nothing!? Your Nii-chan still cares for you! Open your goddamn eyes, you stupid Itoshi!

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Small Rinxgn! fic (pining)

Rin itoshi has never failed to achieve anything in his life. Never, not once. But today, he fails to do the most simple thing- standing.

It’s unconscious, his suddenly heavy heart plummeting to the ground, bringing down his entire body with it. He brings a hand to his chest and grips his shirt with a violent aggressiveness. Isagi almost sniggers at the sight but holds it in knowing that any sounds that escapes him would lead to his immediate downfall.

Rin itoshi has never felt anything so catastrophic in his life, not since his older brother left him stranded in the middle of a snowy field. Nope let’s not bring that up. The way your smile greets him is enough to drop his ego and collapse at your feet.

The last time rin has seen you was during high school, before he left for blue lock. He vaguely (clearly) remembers his silent crush for you. It was silly really, rin itoshi? Rin itoshi having a crush for some lukewarm npc? Not in a million years. But lo’ and behold, the heavens must be mocking him or else he wouldn’t be feeling this desperate, aching thumping in his chest, his hands sweaty and his face growing a lovely tint of pink.

His friends(?) gawked at Rin in shock. Even Bachira stopped with his pestering and stood still, flabbergasted at what he was witnessing.

“Um, rin- is that?”

“Shut it.”

Was all he said as isagi dragged him away, rin’s persistent eyes never leaving your figure. His gaze is mesmerized by your smile, full of kindness and warmth - how many years had he wished for that same smile to be directed at him, he would never know.

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Shhh Don't Tell Him! 🤭

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