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⠀ twenties ! ume’s fav flower + shadow's therapist

the great master list of rings ↻ here

requests ! accepting ideas but i might not write them

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[arahdow]

I might have/might have not found a guy in reddit that does nsfw audios and his voice is literally what I envision yuta to sound like irl im in HEAT

[blonded123456]

✶⋆.˚ cosa nuestra…

jjk men x latina!fem!reader!

including: ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro, satoru gojo, kento nanami, choso kamo, yuji itadori (aged up!!!!), suguru geto

tags: smau! college au! reader is from south america (no country specified)

a/n: okay so as a latina myself i never find anything like this so i came up with it myself! also i’m kinda tired of the maddy perez latina stereotype (not hate tho i absolutely LOVE that woman she is one of my all time fav characters). but yeah it’s always like the latina characterization is kinda sassy and just mean for no reason (i could talk about shitty latinos representarion in media for hours but that’s not what i am here for). so i thought about making reader sweet and the boys really down badddd for her. hope you like this 💕PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU ARE HISPANIC i would love to have hispanic readers😭 FUCK ICE!!!!!!

also headcanon satoru calls himself papi all the time lol

AND breaking the nonchalant suguru allegations because he was silly like gojo!!

[caramelluxe]

I am making this post because I've seen many of you criticise fanfiction and how writers write a particular content a lot recently. Which is fine, you're allowed to do that because you have a free platform and freedom of speech and I agree, many times I agree because i resonate with it. But it gets to a point.

The point being hypocrisy.

Because you lot come and bitch about how there's a lot of smut fics and not enough fluff or angst.

There's a reason. Smut gains traction. It garners engagement. Yeah, "write for yourself" is a pretty thing you can stamp on a writer but at the end of the day they're all humans. We thrive on feedback and interaction, which works best for smut fics.

Again, I'm not saying that every smut fic writer does it for engagement, many enjoy writing that stuff, but a good portion of people do it because it brings them a crowd that actually talks to them about said smut fic. Hell, I've seen and known my mutual writers change their content type to smut works so that people would actually interact with them. I, myself, i have deleted/privated numerous works of mine because no one wants to fucking read it because it isn't smut or smau.

Lately I've also seen y'all talk about how there's not many longfics, and most of it are drabbles or short pwp. I've been on Tumblr for a while, as I've been on ao3. Tumblr wasn't like this early in 2016-17. It used to have it all, OCs, RP blogs, blogging culture, etc. We had longer fics, chaptered fics with really good plot and proofreading, good grammar and everything. It's been in recent times that a sudden spike in such short form content has started. Even now, you can see a stark difference in how people treat a proper full length fic and a smau. The smau gets way more interaction than the fic. All because your attention span is fucked.

"there's not enough angst!!!!" When was the last time you went in and author's inbox to appreciate their angst fics?

"I wanna read smut!!!!!" Yeah but did you comment on the last fluff fic that you liked?

"there's only smut now!!!!" Yeah because y'all refuse to comment or reblog with your thoughts in the tags about writers' non-smut works. When was the last time you went under anon to tell the writer that you liked their work? What is the author gonna write? The content that flops with barely a few notes? Yeah no. It doesn't work like that.

Fluff and non-smut works are and remain the least focused on work in any particular fandom. The fact that Tumblr is called the "smut app" is wild because ao3 is filthier, and has way more smut fics than Tumblr can ever comprehend. Tumblr is named so not because of the quantity but because of the content that gains engagement. Which is smut. Even on ao3, fluff fics are given equal attention and love as compared to the absolute thrashing fluff fics receive on Tumblr. You lot loooove to consume a certain type of content and beg for more and then complain when the author serves you the very same content in hopes of validation. Are we not human or what?

So the next time you feel like bitching about how there's only smut or not enough fluff or angst. Shut the fuck up. Or change your blogging tactics to actually commenting/sending an ask/telling the author that you liked a certain type of work and you'd appreciate it if they wrote more like that. And I'm not saying authors with a huge following or whatever, start with the beginner authors, those who have requests open, those who talk to you, and are actively telling you to interact with them.

The whole "I'm shyyyyy" bullshit does not work because sending an anon ask is not rocket science. And if you can whine about all this, then you can also very easily comment on fics easily.

If you felt this was an attack on yourself then you're part of the problem <3

[arahdow]

SAY IT LOUDER

[arahdow]

instead of working with frat!jo and nerd!jo as one person, why not adding Umemiya as nerd!jo and leave Gojo as frat!jo, then you can have both of them as twins 😋 oh how I LIVE for this hc

[willoryn]

Here's a neat trick! The next time you're crawling into bed before Lucifer make sure to wiggle your ass a little at him as you do. Then when you look behind you you'll see through the pov of someone about to be dive-bombed by an angel <3

[damsel-loves-machines]

I see the references of Foxy from FNAF in the replies, but all I can picture is this 😂😭🤣:

[arahdow]

Lucifer be like:

[arahdow]

Ok but what about Lucifer with sensitive feathers? something like, he sheds red and white feathers every now and then, but you don’t see the appeal, usually just taking them to the trash or something as you only see them as that. That is, until one specific day.

You were bored and Lucifer had just left to do some stuff outside of the hotel, some errands Charlie gave him or maybe even going to visit the sins after some time of not seeing them. You were laying down on his bed, counting the seconds until he was back, but you were having a hard time being patient.

Sitting on his bed, you saw it. A medium sized white feather with a smooth golden tip. You looked at it and saw how pretty it was, and suddenly a though went through your mind. Taking off your shirt, you lied down on his bed and started to caress your own body with it, soft, teasing yourself. Gasps left your mouth as you felt the sweet touch on your skin, the feather moving with your hand as you kept on outlining your body. Your lips whispering his name.

“If only you were here, Lucifer… I miss you.”

Closing your eyes, you kept on dwelling into your imagination. The feather going through your stomach, neck, clavicles, inside of your arms up until your lips, as you kissed lightly the feather caressing your lips. Then down again, going in between your breasts as it moved gently until your abdomen. Breathless, you moved out of your pants and panties, now using the feather to follow a path inside your legs, thighs and down your knees, up until the very tip caugh into your juices making you jolt and moan a little bit more loud than before.

The idea of Lucifer walking through that door, taking you, making love to you in the way only he knew. You gasped, your mind imagining that it wasn’t the feather moving across your skin, but his fingers. The heat engulfed the room as if he was really there. His breath on your neck, his eyes on your body, you felt like he was all over you.

And you’re inside your mind until you feel the air thicken. Opening your eyes, you see him, hair disheveled, eyes unfocused and breathing agitated.

“You… What are you doing to me?” He asked out of breath as he looked at the feather you had on your hand. Walking hastily he took it and look down at your naked body, earning a shiver out of you. “Do you have any idea of what this did to me? I had to come back because your words and… Your touch was driving me crazy.”

With a sheepish smile, you crossed your legs, sighing as you stretched your arms to him. “Please… Come.” And you used such a voice that had him stripping right there, because no matter how “annoyed” he was at you for getting inside his head using his feathers, he could never say no to the love of his life.

And you thought of maybe going that more often, if it meant having him right there where you wanted him.

[peachfromcmbyn]

People on Tumblr love sharing information about themselves no matter how asinine it is. And I'm the same way. Everybody tell me what the last thing you drank was.

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Please be careful sharing requests for money. I'm seeing more and more people falling victim to predatory asks.

Some things to consider:

Mistagging an ask for donations with fandom tags that have nothing to do with it goes against Tumblr ToS. Tags are filling up with tragic stories that are irrelevant to those tags. Whether they're real or fake, no one should be jumpscared by tragedy. Tag appropriately.

Sharing a con only emboldens more con artists to do the same thing. It also marks you as gullible, and your url could get picked up more bots trying to squeeze you for sympathy and cash.

Posting a request for donations without verifying and donating yourself is not activism. It's irresponsible to your followers/mutuals and only helps the scammers.

I've received at least twenty different requests in the past week alone. They come in batches, a few within minutes of each other, not organically like humans would send. Most of them are worded differently, but some have been worded identically, even though they come from separate named blogs. These are not real people.

If you see an adult ask a child they don't know for help, be suspicious. An adult should never need to ask a child to take on some sudden responsibility. They're after something else, and they're just trying to gain trust first. So I'm suspicious when I see a sudden influx of supposed asks for help and money coming to tiny little Tumblr blogs. This is Tumblr. No one here has money, or reach. We don't do that here.

These tragic asks in your inbox are a scam. Report it as spam - because it is spam - delete it, and move on with your day.

[arahdow]

love engaging with the anon feature on but sometimes I totally forget the people I asked and JSJDJDKS like, earlier today I sent an anon ask and I just now remembered but I don’t recall who was the user or what the ask was about 😔😔 shucks

[foxxynoiia]

Umemiya x 3rd year medic reader YESSS!

umemiya x medic!reader (no gender is specified, I think)

wc: 3.6k (not proofread but i never proofread anyway)

note: finally back with a oneshot. i wanna watch windbreaker s2 so bad but idk where to watch it huhu. enjoy the oneshot! <33

The three times Sakura has seen you take care of Umemiya, and the one time he returned the favor.

Sakura was one of the densest people in Bofurin. His friends constantly teased him of that fact, and Sakura always denied their assumptions and borderline insults towards his emotional intellect.

His one and only proof that he is not as dense as others say he is was the thing that he can see what others can't for some reason: the chemistry between Bofurin's leader and the resident medic.

He normally doesn't dabble in other people's personal lives, especially their love lives, but this one was just staring at him in the face to the point where he couldn't stop himself from asking his friends about it.

"They don't seem like they like each other," Nirei said, shaking his head when Sakura brought up the idea while they were in Kotoha's café.

"I agree," Suo hummed, leaning back and pushing his plate of biscuits to Sugishita, who quietly accepted them and ate them. "I've known them for a while, and they don't really have any tension between them."

Sakura simply stared at them, mouth agape, before he slammed his hands on their table. "Then all of you are the blind ones! There's no way ya can't see what's going on between those two!"

"Do you have any proof to support your claims?" Suo said.

"I got a ton." Sakura leaned back in his wooden chair, crossing his arms as he began to recount all the moments that he's witnessed between you and Hajime Umemiya.

—————

Incident One: The lingering gazes when tending to wounds.

After the fight Umemiya and Tomiyama officially declared that they would be friends after their fight, you had immediately approached Umemiya and dragged him to the closest theater seat to the stage.

Umemiya didn't even protest, letting you lead him with a hand wrapped around his forearm as he sat down and let you watch over his wounds. It was almost like routine for the both of you, neither of you saying a word as you fell into a familiar rhythm.

Sakura didn't think much of it at the start — you had done the same thing to the rest of them after their own matches, which was why they all had bandages and ointments spread over their faces.

"What's the verdict, doc?" Umemiya asked, eyes transfixed on you standing over him. "Am I gonna live?"

Sakura did a double take when he saw the smile that took place on Umemiya's face. It was different than the ones that he normally offered to everyone else — it had some kind of... mushiness to it that Sakura couldn't quite identify.

Nonetheless, it caught his attention.

"Your wounds aren't that severe, and the bite on your neck didn't pierce anything vital," you had said, a hand behind his head to make him lean back so you could examine the injury properly. "It doesn't need stitches — they're all pretty shallow. I'll just disinfect all of them then bandage."

"Do your worst, doc." Umemiya leaned back in his chair and watched as you dug into your medkit for the things you needed.

You rolled your eyes, face contorted into an expression of annoyance, undoubtedly caused by Umemiya's behavior during his fight.

"Next time, when someone tries to bite your neck, at least push their head away or something," you huffed as you put a white pad of bandage over the wound to clean it. Your angry tone contrasted the gentle hold you had over his body, as if you were afraid that you were going to break the leader of Bofurin even more.

"Aww, are you worrying about me, doc?" Umemiya cooed closing his eyes as he just let you do your thing.

"I'm more worried about my supplies," you countered, wrapping the bandage around his neck. "At this rate, half my materials will be used on wounds that you pointlessly gain from stupid fights."

Umemiya simply flashed you a grin as he looked up at you. He didn't reply, but the heaviness in his gaze said enough.

"Stop looking at me like that, Umemiya."

"Like what?" Umemiya asked, but he already knew what you were talking about. He just wanted to torture you.

"Like you wanna fight me."

Umemiya blinked. He misinterpreted your interpretation. "That's not-"

You let out a snort, finishing up the bandage and pulling away from him. "I was kidding. Don't get so worked up."

You let your eyes linger on his before you walked away, turning towards other members of Shishitoren in order to treat their wounds that were significantly worse than the Bofurin members had attained.

The interaction that was supposed to just be normal was so charged with tension it penetrated even Sakura's dense brain, causing redness to flood his cheeks as he looked away. He felt like he was invading something intimate and private that he wasn't supposed to witness but did anyway.

And apparently he was the only one who witnessed it because he heard no comments about them, even from the smart Nirei who normally noticed almost every small little detail about his "idols" (and you were pretty high up that list).

Despite that, Sakura didn't say anything about this, thinking that he was just imagining things. After all, he didn't really notice these types of things, didn't he? He was probably just making assumptions.

If only that was the only time that happened.

—————

Incident Two: the fussing over the tiniest cuts.

The second time made him feel suspicious.

He had learned quite quickly that raids from gangs was quite common in the town of Makochi. It was up to Bofurin to make sure that these raids never caused any extended damage on the properties of the residents.

He had also learned that despite the size of Bofurin and the wide array of good fighters that can easily help any kind of raid, Umemiya preferred being more hands-on with his leadership approach. He didn't let his status get in the way of doing meager tasks, like helping put up signs that were too high up for elderly store owners, or chasing down the odd purse-snatcher.

So when there was a tiny raid on the liquor store for the second time in two weeks, Sakura's team rushed over there to help, since they were the closest team that was currently patrolling.

They weren't able to see much of the fight, but they could tell that the gang was getting whacked. Out of a dozen members, four were on the ground, unconscious, while the rest were well on their way there, all while Umemiya didn't have a scratch on him. You were sitting on the curb, simply watching him fight with the medkit you always seemed to have with you on your lap, just waiting for him to finish so you could do your job.

It didn't take long for Umemiya to deal with the gang. His experience with fighting alone and his skill in fighting made the issue a breeze for him, despite gaining a cut on his eyebrow from a knife.

Sakura watched the leader of Bofurin in wonder. This was the person he wished to overcome in order to become the strongest. The boy couldn't help but think that he was a long way from that.

His attention on Umemiya caused him to see something that made him double back. As the older boy walked over to you, Sakura saw how his stance changed the closer he got to you. He went from being the strong fighter, the infamous leader of the protectors of Makochi, to a tired boy the moment he sat down in front of you.

Sakura followed Hiragi and the others in cleaning up the street, fixing things that were thrown into disorder due to the fight. This was also an excuse for Sakura to get closer to the two of you to eavesdrop on your conversation.

"How did I do?" Umemiya asked you, watching you as you took out your necessary materials.

You pretended to think for a moment as you dabbed alcohol onto a clean cotton pad. "Decent enough, I guess, but you get minus points for getting nicked."

You raised the cotton pad and patted the wound with it.

Umemiya hissed in pain, flinching away from the sudden contact of alcohol over his open wound. "Jeez, couldn't you have given me a warning first?"

You rolled your eyes. Nirei had pointed out before that you never rolled your eyes at anyone other than Umemiya, and Sakura realized that he was right. "You're such a big baby," you grumbled, but you had become gentler with your dabbing before you placed the bandaid over his eyebrow.

"If you don't want alcohol over your cuts, don't get anymore in the future," you said as Umemiya stood up, holding out his hand towards you.

"But what reason would I have to visit you then?" Umemiya said cheekily as he pulled you to your feet.

You shoved him, and he stumbled forward dramatically, laughing as a smile broke through your angry façade.

"They both seem very comfortable with each other," Sakura mumbled, and Suo overheard him.

"They've always been like that," he said, smiling. "They're very good friends."

Just friends? Sakura thought as he watched Umemiya sling an arm over your shoulders despite your protest, and the way you still didn't push him off.

I can't help but doubt that.

—————

Incident Three: Massages.

As the representative of his class, Sakura found himself visiting the rooftop garden more often than he had anticipated. Umemiya always asked for updates from all the leaders in Bofurin, and Sakura supposed that this was one of the reasons why people looked up to him so much — he cared a lot about the town and his own men.

You spent most of your time in the garden as well, Sakura noticed. Whether you were organizing supplies, chatting with Umemiya, or helping him with his vegetables, you were always doing something there to keep Umemiya company. You never really listened whenever Umemiya would have a briefing with other squad leaders and class reps, but you always seemed to be there.

Patrol for the day had already ended, so Hiragi decided to let Sakura give the report to Umemiya so he could learn how to do it on his own.

Sakura tried not to show it, but he felt slightly intimidated; not by Umemiya, who he now views as a rival that he must surpass, but by you, the reserved, calculated medic that rarely shows a smile despite the gentle treatment you always give.

This time, however, Sakura wasn't sure whether what to feel as he watched what was going on in front of him.

"Sorry about this, Sakura, but it helps with the back pain," Umemiya said, his voice strained as he sent a smile towards the first year while you sat behind him, pressing on his upper back with enough force for Umemiya's grip on the wooden table in front of him to turn his knuckles white.

"He's a stubborn little shit that doesn't know when to stop when his body is already at its limit," you said monotonously, rubbing your thumbs on his shoulder blades. Umemiya hissed, but gestured for Sakura to start his report.

"Uh," Sakura cleared his throat to regain his composure. "The streets were pretty quiet today. Just a couple of pickpockets and the occasional alley beat-up, but it wasn't that eventful. The butcher shop needed a new door, so we helped with the installment. That's basically it."

Umemiya nodded, one eye squeezing shut as your hands moved down to his lower back, pressing against the contours of his muscles to relieve the tension from them. "Alright, thank you Sakura, you can go — shit!"

"Stop flexing your damn muscles, idiot," you muttered. "I won't be able to fix the soreness if your body isn't relaxed."

"Maybe if you were less harsh, it would be easier for me to relax," Umemiya replied, a bit of a whine in his voice as you rolled your eyes. Nonetheless, Sakura noted the way that you seemed to go easier on the other male. Well, his grip on the table was looser now.

It was around this time that Sakura began to realize that witnessing any moment between you and Umemiya would always feel intimate and intrusive, like he wasn't supposed to see whatever was going on between you two despite neither of you being discreet about it.

Am I the only one who sees anything going on between those two? Sakura thought to himself as he left the rooftop while the two of you bickered between yourselves. Maybe this is what people meant by an "outside perspective". People who grew up with the two of you were absolutely blind to whatever spark there was between Umemiya and his medic.

—————

The Final Incident: The (pretty justified?) overprotectiveness.

Bofurin immediately knew something was wrong when Umemiya's usual message broadcasted in the speaker system lacked its usual mirth.

"Team leaders, report to the rooftop immediately. The rest, wait for instructions from your leaders while going on with your usual duties."

Sakura exchanged glances with Suo and Nirei.

"I wonder what happened," Nirei said nervously, brows creasing with concern.

The three had no idea what could have caused Umemiya to be so serious, but they didn't waste time dwelling on it as they rushed to the roof.

As Umemiya ordered, all the leaders of Bofurin were gathered there. Sakura didn't recognize all of them, but he could see that they were strong, maybe even stronger than him.

"Thank you for gathering on such short notice," Umemiya said, stepping out of the small shade that the rooftop offered. His lips were set into a straight line, his eyes downturned and his brows slightly furrowed. "I'm sorry to put more work on everyone's plates, but we need to double patrol this week."

"What happened, Umemiya?" Hiragi asked, his voice projecting the unease that everyone was feeling.

He didn't reply immediately, moving his Furin coat a bit to stuff his hands into his pockets. "There's a gang active in Makochi," He said, voice leveled. "They're targeting students of Furin, especially the non-violent ones."

"They're destroying shops and hurting people," A new voice interjected, laced with pain and barely-concealed struggle as someone hobbled in from beneath the shade, from the part that was hidden from the eyes of those gathered.

Shock rippled through the leaders of Bofurin, gazes unable to leave your limping form.

The best Sakura could describe you was simple: you were in rough shape. Your right eye was swollen shut, with cuts littering your forehead and cheek that transition into bruises around your neck that disappear under your white undershirt that was stained with red in some places. Your face contorted slightly every time you breathed, and your knuckles were messily wrapped with bandages that were already soaked with blood.

Umemiya surged towards you, putting a hand under your bent elbow to offer you more support.

"I told you to rest," he muttered, words quiet but not unheard by Sakura due to their proximity. "Sit down."

You shook your head, the movement making you wince slightly. "My foot was getting numb. I needed to stretch my legs."

"Numbness is quite common with people who have injured their ankle and are subjected to bed rest," Umemiya replied, a bit of his usual snarkiness returning for a bit before leaving just as quickly as it had come.

"Just... let me speak first," you pleaded slightly, looking at your friend. You may be heavily injured, but you had a position as Umemiya's direct right-hand to uphold. You had to show that you were still strong even after the advances that the gang made on you.

Umemiya studied you for a moment, before sighing and helping you reorient yourself so you could face the members properly.

"Did they attack you?" Hiragi demanded with barely restrained anger that Sakura understood. You were also close with him, and you would always check up on him, and now you were hurt. He would be as angry as him if he were in the same position.

You nodded. "Earlier before assembly. Don't worry — the ones involved were handled with accordingly."

A few small smirks appeared in the crowd. They expected nothing less from the second strongest in Bofurin.

You took a deep breath before speaking again.

"They want to challenge Bofurin for control of the town," you said, now addressing the leaders of your beloved gang. "As much as possible, don't entertain this challenge. Umemiya and I will —"

Umemiya cleared his throat loudly from beside you, giving you a pointed look. You rolled your eyes and recorrected your words. "... Umemiya will handle it. Your priority is to protect the townspeople."

"Under no circumstances are any of you or your squad members allowed to include them in the conflict," Umemiya warned, his tone making everyone straighten their spines a bit. "They struck first and injured our medic, an action we cannot overlook. They may be strong, but we're stronger. They step onto our turf with weapons in their hands and evil in their hearts, so you know what to do when they decide to do something with it."

"Purge them with no exception," you finished, keeping your chin held high despite your slouched form. Everyone nodded and responded in unison before dispersing with newfound determination that they would soon spread to their underclassmen as they went out for patrol.

As Sakura went through his normal routes for patrol with his eyes peeled, he thought back to the way you spoke to the crowd of Bofurin members. He admired your display of strength, the way you stood up and talked with authority despite the pain you were in.

Both you and Umemiya were perfect examples of how a leader is supposed to be, and Sakura was sure to take notes. He would need it when he would take over Bofurin, one day in the semi-distant future.

But for now, remembering you and Umemiya and your chemistry together as leaders and... something else, Sakura couldn't help but think that he had a long, long way to go.

—————

Silence enveloped the table before Suo let out a laugh. "I didn't know you had a sense of humor, Sakura-san."

Sakura sputtered, pushing his chair back as he stood up. "I'm not jokin'! There's definitely something going on between them — even I can see that."

Nirei smiled nervously, playing with the pages of his small notebook that he carried everywhere. "I'm sorry Sakura-san, but even with the... proof that you told us, I still don't think they like each other that way."

"You're just saying that because you're used to seeing them act that way with each other!" Sakura argued. "I'm tellin' ya, if they were just friends, there's no way they'd be acting the way they do!"

Kotoha shamelessly eavesdropped on their conversation with a smile on her face. She was having trouble stifling her giggles as she whipped out her phone and clicked on Umemiya's contact to send him a message:

Looks like you lovebirds need to be more discreet. The first years are getting suspicious about you two.

Umemiya cracked an eye open when he felt his phone buzz on his chest, raising it to his eye level from where he laid on your lap on the wooden bench in the rooftop.

He let out a chuckle and nudged your thigh. "Look at this."

You put down your own phone and read the texts from Kotoha, and you let out a small laugh. "I suppose we've been quite bold recently," you hummed, your fingers tangling with Umemiya's hair and massaging his scalp.

Umemiya sighed, eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed your gentle touch. "Nah, I think it's all 'cause of Sakura's outsider perspective. We've been acting the same as we always have been, but no one's brought it up until now."

"I guess so," you shrugged. "Are we gonna do something about it, Haji?"

He opened his eyes and looked up at you, his blue eyes drifting over every feature of your face, all the beauty and imperfections that he loved to death. "Are you fine with them finding out?" He asked you.

"Yeah," you said without hesitation. "It's not like I'm ashamed of you."

Umemiya grinned, making you flush slightly before hiding your face from him. It wasn't often you were this soft with him, and he enjoyed every moment.

"I knew you loved me," he cooed, and you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

You picked up your phone with a free hand and shot a text to Kotoha before putting it back down to play with his hair again. "Nah, just embarrassed of your lovesick behavior."

"Admit it, you enjoy it!" He sang, and you flicked his forehead, making him whine and hide his face in your stomach. You laughed, eyes crinkling as you basked in the moment with the boy you grew to care for beyond the boundaries of friendship.

Kotoha's phone lit up, and she checked the text you sent her.

Let them be. It's about time people gained vision and actually noticed something.

Kotoha smiled, putting down her phone and prepping another meal for Sakura and his friends.

She was your and Umemiya's number one shipper, and she was so happy that people were noticing both of you more and more. Soon enough, she can yap to someone about how annoying Umemiya gets when he isn't with you, and how you act annoyed when he's overbearing like that, but you still deal with it.

Because no matter what you say, she could tell that you loved her brother just as much as he loved you, and that was enough.

[candycandy00]

Imagine you start working at an orphanage in a small town you recently moved to. The pay is meager but acceptable, the kids are sweet, and it’s a live-in position so rent is covered. Best of all, the other person who works there is a tall, hot guy with a glowing smile named Umemiya.

Apparently, he grew up in this very orphanage, and decided to work there as a way of giving back to the place that raised him with care.

You’re trying to remain professional, even when he slides in behind you to get a mug from the top cabinet that was just out of your reach. Even when he meets you on the street to carry in the groceries for you. Even when he remembers to hang up your more delicate pieces of clothing instead of tossing them in the dryer. Even when he smiles so brightly at you over the least little thing.

Even when he peels off his T-shirt in the summer heat while mowing the lawn.

Oh god. His body.

It takes all the strength in your body to pull your eyes away and go back inside before he notices you staring.

But the truth is, you’ve noticed him looking at you too. He wears the warmest expression when he watches you take care of the kids, when he stands smiling in the doorway as you read them stories and tuck them into bed. And he practically beams as you excitedly show him the new drawings the children made for you before you hang them on the fridge.

One evening at dinner, you look over at him and notice a little bit of food on his chin. By reflex, you grab a napkin and reach over, wiping his face clean. You only realize after you’ve done it that you’ve just wiped a grown man’s face. “I’m so sorry! I’m so used to doing it for the kids!” you say, embarrassed.

He laughs loudly. “That’s okay! I guess I’m a messy eater too!” he says, making the kids giggle.

One night, late, you’re sitting in bed reading before going to sleep, wearing thin pajama shorts and a tank top. It’s nothing scandalous, but it’s a lot less clothes than you normally wear here. You hear a loud thump, then a cry from one of the kids. You leap out of bed and run out of your room, meeting Umemiya in the hall. You’re so worried that you don’t even notice he’s shirtless, wearing nothing but sweatpants, and his hair is disheveled.

The two of you burst into a bedroom, where one of the kids has fallen out of bed and startled herself into crying. She’s not hurt, so you and Umemiya dry her tears, calm her down, and tuck her back into bed.

Afterwards, as you and him walk into the kitchen to get some water, you both seem to notice what each other is wearing at the same time. Both of you blush, but you end up sitting on the couch, talking for a while before going back to bed.

Umemiya tells you about his childhood, how he ended up at the orphanage and how it literally saved his life. You feel a strong urge to hug him, but when you lean forward to do so, he suddenly turns his face toward you, and the two of you end up kissing. It was just a brief, awkward thing at first, but then you kiss again, and it turns into a make out session.

You finally break away, your skin flushed and your lips swollen. You smile as you tell him goodnight and head back to your room, thinking this might just be your favorite job ever.

[takiishis]

manga Umemiya is a GIFT

[darkersolstice]

I have a collection of Umes from when I made my dreamwidth icons. Here's some of my favorites!

[arahdow]

found out a friend’s girlfriend said something really mean to me behind my back, i don’t even know this chick but i want to choke her so bad istg

[arahdow]

i need to change my theme, i got tired of this purple ish one 😔

[notshinya]

⸝ ᛪ༙┆TEACH ME ! ⎯ 𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

summary: You struggle with planting tomatoes, but Umemiya stays patient—reminding you that learning takes time, and care has no gender.

warnings: soft domestic moment, emotional support, gender roles discussion, gardening, comforting dialogue, self-doubt, gentle affection, slow intimacy, hurt/comfort

wc : 0,85k

»So, how’s it going?« Umemiya asks, leaning in slightly to glance over your shoulder, his tone calm but curious.

You crouch down with a sigh, wiping the sweat from your forehead with your arm.

» I think it’s going okay « you mumble, looking down at the holes you just formed in the fresh soil.

» Yeah, not bad. But try not to dig them too deep, alright? « he says, smiling warmly. » Just add a bit of soil back in.« He presses a soft kiss to your hair before turning back to his own bed, where he’s still working steadily.

You do what he said—gently filling the holes again until the depth seems right.

A few minutes pass. Then Umemiya comes back.

His white hair shifts slightly in the wind, and his pants are covered in dirt. So is his once-white t-shirt, now speckled with brown stains. But none of it bothers him.

» That’s already looking much better « he says with a grin. You can’t help but smile too.

» But if you place the holes too close together, they’ll block airflow. That creates moisture… and moisture leads to fungi « he explains, brushing some hair from his face. » So maybe just three holes instead of six.«

You let out a small sigh and drop backward onto the grass, your eyes following the sun above, then flicking back to him.

He leans over you a little, blocking the sunlight with his body, watching you with that steady, open look of his.

»Hey… you alright?« he asks, tilting his head just slightly. A few strands of his hair fall into his face.

You hesitate before speaking, your voice softer than before. » Am I even helping? I keep messing things up« you say quietly, lowering your gaze.

But Umemiya just smiles in that way only he can—gently, without judgment.

» Of course you’re helping « he says. » If you weren’t here, I’d be working twice as long.«

He sits down beside you, close enough that your shoulders touch. You lean into him slightly, your head resting against his as you close your eyes and feel the sun warming your back.

» Making mistakes is normal. That’s how you learn « he says, voice low but firm. He turns his head, flashing a small, toothpaste-commercial grin—but you can’t quite bring yourself to smile back.

» It’s just…« you start, then stop, shaking your head. You’re not sure how to say it without sounding stupid.

He nudges you gently at your side, giving you that patient, expectant look. » You feel like… what? « he asks, voice like syrup—slow, warm, and kind.

You draw a slow breath and look down at your hands, still coated in dirt.

»Planting things. Taking care of them. It feels so… feminine. And yet I still can’t do it right.«

Your shoulders slump. You feel a little silly saying it out loud—but also strangely powerless.

» Gender doesn’t matter « Umemiya says without missing a beat. » That’s just something people get taught to believe.«

You listen closely, the weight in your chest starting to shift.

» Society’s full of stuff like that, right? « he goes on. » Football’s for boys. Pink’s for girls. And if she can’t cook, is she even a woman? Just made-up rules passed down like they’re facts.«

His words settle into you—gently, but with a strange force. Like they push away some of the doubt clinging to your ribs.

» It’s okay not to know how to plant tomatoes« he adds after a pause. »Four years ago, I didn’t know either. But I learned. And if you want to, you will too. I’ll teach you.«

He gives you a lopsided grin, soft and real, and this time—you smile back. How could you not?

» Thank you « you whisper, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

» Come on, I’ll show you how « he says, offering his hand.

You take it, and with a gentle tug, he pulls you up to your feet.

» So first, we’ll close up these ones « he explains, covering three of the holes you made earlier with fresh soil. »The others look good—not too deep, not too shallow.« His voice is encouraging, never harsh.

»If the hole’s too deep, the stem might rot. If it’s too shallow, it won’t hold and the plant could topple.«

You nod, listening closely, storing every word like it matters.

» The space between them is important too « he adds, pressing the soil down gently. » If they’re too close, they’ll block each other from the light once the leaves get bigger.«

He takes a small plant in his hands, eases it out of its pot, and lays it carefully into the hole, then gently begins covering it with earth.

» See? The leaves need space to breathe. Otherwise, they’ll start to shade each other out.«

» Got it « you say quietly. And that’s how the whole morning passes.

You listen to him, try your best to follow, ask questions when you’re unsure. He helps without making you feel small, and along the way, he keeps teaching—little by little, plant by plant.

© 2025 shinyac0re ; ━━ do not copy, translate or use my work in any form!

[arahdow]

Didn’t really know where to put this, but i want to apologize as a fan of wind breaker (manga).

gotta admit, i’m not really familiar with the wind breaker (manhwa) fandom but that’s not an excuse to mock or make fun of y’all because your story got discontinued :( if that happened to us i just know we would be just as devastated.

It truly pains me how some people from my fandom handle this situation, ESPECIALLY considering the moral of the manga, we cannot be doing this: complaining when one of their works gets in between two wb (manga) works or wishing the fandom just disappears from tumblr, like???

y’all understand the manhwa is so much older than the manga, right? technically we came here AFTER them. although it shouldn’t matter the time of which one came out first, pls understand the frustration of having your 10+ year old on-going story cancelled (and i’ve read it was soon coming to an end so they’re getting an abrupt closure now).

I’ve been watching comments under tiktok videos that announce the cancellation of the manhwa and some are just so cruel, (even the other way around about how they ‘wished it was the manga/anime instead’) :( pls let’s all be more kind and empathetic about this situation.

i’m just adding my grain of salt about this. and i’m gonna tag this WRONGLY on PURPOSE btw.