NINETEEN - greedy for love
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AN : there is probably so many typos and errors but like ITS OKAY yall can shit on me abt it, my feelings dont get hurt that easily đđ this is an apology for the last chapter BUT IT MAKES UP FOR IT EHHEHEHEHEHE. based of the song greedy by miss ariana grande
ďšá´ďšá´ďšď˝Ľď˝Ą âş âŚ
âit was a misunderstandingggg im sorryyyâ mira fake cried shaking chishiya whom was sitting on her chair near her desk; the unamused look on his face gave everything away. shock and horror washed through mira, âno you know what! i couldve just name dropped her if you wanted too!â âthat wouldâve made it better huh? huh chishi?!â pushed his shoulder a little harsh crowing her arms together pointing her nose to the air.
âno that wouldâve made it worse since it would make me like like a pussyâ he groaned putting his hands on the shoulder mira pushed. âEXACTLY so donât go acting mad at me for saying her.â mira scoffed sticking out her tongue. chishiya let out an amused huff.
he was quiet upset but at the end there was literally nothing he could do since he waited so long bundling up his feelings. âstill though..you couldâve said you were joking.â âand you shouldnât of bundled up those feelings youâve had for her!â âfair.â âvery much fair.â
âand does she know i like her?â an amused grin popped up on his face as mira shrugged her shoulders, âshe may be stupid but she probably isnât that fucking stupid.â âwell maybe! but she is a smart girl i think she figured it out when she had the sleepover with the girls..â mira smacked her lips twice before plopping her self onto the bed.
the soft compact of the mattress against her back made her smile, turning her head to face chishiya âto be honest. both of you suck at your feelings.â miraâs words felt as cold as ice. her eyes were empty as if they had no life in it, âouch?â chishiya playfully frowned.
âi mean it is the truth,â a long dramatic sigh left her lips â i mean i have so many reasons as to why you both suck and think itâs unreciprocated love.â she moved her head to look at the bland white ceiling with circle shaped lights engraved into it. âgo on. im introduced in your thought.â chishiya was quite intrigued. he felt as if he did his best to be flirty with her in his own chishiya like manners.
âwell for starters! you suck at giving signs, she thought you were just challenging her to some MORE academics which pushed the agenda of her wanting to be rivals with you. she even vowed TO HERSELF she was going to be rivals with you till she dies. she completely mistook you being a tease in a loving way for you wanting to be better than her!â mira had a thin a-line smile as chishiya furrowed his eyebrows letting out a small hum.
âsecondly! you yourself chishiya, youâre like a heartthrob that doesnât want to be a heartthrob. you have all these girls wanting to marry you so yn probably took that as you never looked at the way she looked at you! which makes me laugh..you canât even express your feelings and you always have the same look on your face! like YOU HAVE A NICE SMILE WHY DONT YOU TRY SMILING INSTEAD OF GRINNING for a change!â ďżźmira three her hands up in the air as chishiya gave her the disappointed parent look.
âthere are so many more reasons but thirdly, god you are so hard to break through. youâre always serious and maybe for a change you could like loosen up, youâre so head focused on your studies that sometimes you forget that the whole academic rivals is an act. AND GOING BACK TO REASON ONE IT TIES IN. like chishiya sometimes i want too justââ mira was cut off by him throwing a plushie at her face. âOKAY OKAY. i understand jeez.â
mira rolled her eyes lifting herself up going the the kitchen living room with chishiya trailing behind her, âi understand damn. that felt more like a letâs hate on chishiya moment then a tell me an actual reason moment.â he rolled his eyes grabbing a water bottle from the fridge as mira sat herself on the counter eating a bag of cookies.
âeveryday is an i hate chishiya moment. the way you cock a grin, hell even a smirk makes me want to deck you in the face. you rich bastardâ mira munched on her chipsâchishiya faked a hurt looked expression on his face. âthat hurt.â he blunted. mira shrugged her shoulders; the sound of ynâs door room opening caught both of their attention.
âmiraaa, do we have anymore green tea bottles~â yn had a tired like whine escape her lip; âcheck the fridge i think i bought more!â mira continued to munch on her cookies. chishiya opened the fridge handing yn a cold green tea bottle, âhere.â a small think lip smile was predominate on his face.
ynâs mouth formed an o shape looking up at him, she took the bottle from him. her fingers grazed his; the ever so slightest blush formed on her cheeks, she shook it off remember that he had a girl. chishiyaâs usual hard cold stare softened when he looked at her. he hated the idea of misunderstandings; he wanted to clear up this air but he didnât know how too.
mira read the room and cocked a grin on her lips, âif you need me iâll be in my room watching some horimiyaaa~â she jumped down from the counter skipping to her room. the two just stood near eachother in silence, it was very tense almost as if it was waiting for someone to talk. it was like that for a good soild five minutes.
chishiya cleared his throat, he softened gaze couldnât look away from hers. the red undertones from what looked like tears; the puffiness. he wanted to hold her. âyn.â his voice didnât come out louder than he expectedâit was soft yet stern. âchishiya. what are you doing here?â her voice was harsh yet gentle.
âwell..well i was here because mira invited me here.â a small oh escaped her lips, a forced like smile was formed on her lips âthatâs nice! iâm studying for the mid term tomorrow,â yn sighed âits really kicking my ass.â chishiya chuckled at that. âi forgot that we had that..just my luck.â chishiya had stuffed his hands in his pockets. his eyes slowly wandered around her face. his eyes landed on his soft lips, so many thoughts had wondered through his mind.
âwell isnât that just my luck! i can finally beat you in something, god. that makes me feel so..â an actual smile was shown on her lips. it was almost out of pure excitement. âso..???â âso..happy.â
âi could finally kick your ass in something that matters, this is my victory right here. i cracked the key.â yn had taken a swig of the green tea sighing in pure bliss; chishiya furrowed his eyebrows walking closer to the girlâclosing the gap between them. his eyes moved from her lips to her eyes. ynâs eyes had a look as if it had a plan behind it.
yn had figured out chishiya wasnât looking at her eyes anymore. a smirk formed on her lips, âyou know chishiya we all canât have what we want.â she sucked on her teeth. her eyes had a seduced like look that captivated chishiya. âand for that you are a greedy bastard.â chishiya was not even in his right state of mind. the thoughts had flowed through his mind, so many intrusive thoughts.
the thought of having her in his arms, the thought of her lips against hers, the thought of her cuddling up to his body. god he wanted all of that. he scoffed at the idea of him being greedy. he wasnât greedy.
yn had pulled herself closer to chishiya, getting on her tippy toes to become ever so slightly his height, she wasnât shorter then him but wasnât taller either. âthe greed has finally gotten into you chishiya. and im laughing.â she whispered in his ear with a smirk like smile prompted on her face.
chishiyaâs breathing was hitched for a second, maybe a second too long. yn planted a soft kiss on his cheek; she got off her tippy toes turning her heel to go back to her room. the soft lips against his cheek made him blush.
it had snapped him out his daydream; he thought to himself maybe he wouldnât have this opportunity again to be so close to her. he couldnât let it slip. he really couldnât. he had let his intrusive thoughts get the best of him.
âfuck it.â he grumbledâhe grabbed yn by the wrist spinning her around to him; it took her by surpise. he lifted her up seating her on the countertop, âme greedy? im never greedyâ he snarled at her, smashing his lips against hers.
the kiss was rough catching yn by surprise, to say she enjoyed it would be an understatement. a surge of butterflies had formed in her stomach; heat rushing to her face, wrapping her arms around his neck. her smirk liked grin turned into an excited smile. she kissed him back with the same rough tone but ever so slightly softer. chishiya had wrapped her arms around her waist, a smile had formed on his lips.
âgod i shouldâve done this way beforeâŚâ he groaned as he broke off the kiss, more heat rushed to her face as he broke off the kiss. âyouâre so annoying and greedy chishiya..â she rolled her eyes pulling him back in for another kiss.
ďšá´ďšá´ďšď˝Ľď˝Ą âş âŚ
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âYe Old F*ck Youâ - Eddie the Tiefling
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I finally joined the trend!!!!! But of course I had to DnD-ify itâŚ
â work hard! . chishiya x reader
synopsis . he was content with the neutral comfort and safe distance your relationship had (with the rare affectionate moments), but seeing you now in a position where he is responsible for your survival makes him wish he had done a little better.
warnings . heavy angst, rdr is has a severe illness, descriptions of overstimulation, chishiya getting Emotionalâ˘ď¸, chishiya + rdr trying to lie to themselves, not proofread
notes . part 2 [bad ending] [good ending (coming soon)]
the need to puke was a sensation chishiya never thought he would come to face with. unfortunately, as he stood in the desolate and insanely blank hallway, it came towards him with full force. bone crushingly so.
the job of a surgeon is, undeniably, a difficult one. lives are at stake. countless bodies are either sacrificed or saved. all because of a pair of hands and a small metal knife.
he took on this career well-aware of that fact â his consideration for the constant teeter over the line between life and death was close to none, disturbingly so. his lack of care made him both the worst and perfect candidate for the role.
so why was it now that his own job was making him disgustingly anxious?
overstimulation slowly took over the blond as he stood in the center of the hall. the atrocious scent of bleach was far too heavy, the squeak of shoes against a floor cleaned way too often bit at his eardrums, the hands of time clicking above him mocked his current stasis. his calloused fingertips picked at his own skin, as if getting ready to pull the flesh apart at the seams. chishiya couldnât stand this, this vulnerability he was facing against at the moment.
âsir?â
he wanted to scream, for once. to curl into a ball just like a child would, and explode into a world-consuming black hole at the same time.
âiâm on my way. give me a moment.â
the shift in his voice made him grimace. he absolutely loathed the weakness he was going through. despised it with all his heart. what he hated more was the room awaiting him.
with heavy footsteps, chishiya made his way to his next potential murder scene. the chances of death or survival were within his grasp, his hands responsible for the strings. if this were any other patient, he wouldâve paid no mind. it was just work. he would get paid regardless.
it was just work.
but now that he stood in the doorway, facing you, he wanted to quit.
all of his life ambitions came crumbling down before him at the sight of you in a bed many others occupied before. he hated it. you were just any other patient. this was just work.
you smiled and waved at him, feigning ignorance to the thin gown you wore and the thin mattress you sat on and the thin air that engulfed the room. âlong time no see,â you spoke so softly, as if your voice would snap apart with another syllable.
thatâs right. he saw you just this morning. you were kissing him on the cheek, giving him his hand-crafted bento box for the day, sending him off to work with that childish grin on your face. work hard! were always your final words before heâd shut the door and head down to the hospital. âbecause âhave a good dayâ is too optimistic for someone like you,â youâd joke.
the nurse beside him coughed before reading off the information to him. the monotony of their voice irked him, for reasons he could not explain to them without sounding crazy. â. . .the nearby tissues, as well as the innermost layer of the membrane. weâve identified them as a stage 3A lung cancer patient. survival rate is already decreasing, so. . . theyâve requested to have the surgery done.â
within the depths of his coat pocket, chishiya gripped his pen with a force that could potentially cause it to explode. which could potentially stain his coat beyond saving. which you would potentially scold him for. that is, if you potentially got out of that hospital bed.
he wished he wasnât the type to play around with fate.
âunderstood,â he spoke curtly, sending the nurse off. the room fell silent.
chishiya dragged a metal stool next to the bed, for he immediately understood that the conversation you were about to share was not one where he should stand. âwhat are your symptoms?â
âchishiya.â
âyou need to cooperate with me if you want this process to go thoroughly.â
âchishiya,â you held a stern voice, albeit hoarse in some spots. the ache throbbing in your head would get to you if you raised your voice anymore.
âlook, i have many other patients who need just as much saving as you. so, if you just-â
âchishiya!â you raised your voice anyways.
his gaze noticeably faltered. âwhat?â he muttered under his breath, suddenly not so confident in his plans to confront the situation as if it were just work. âyou want the surgery, donât you? so whatâs the hold up?â
you sucked in a breath and coughed consequently after, reaching for your boyfriendâs hands. his palms were nearly cherry red from how hard he was squeezing them. âcan we talk? like, as us? not doctor to patient?â regardless of his silence, you continued. âi- i donât know how this happened, honestly. iâve never lit a cigarette or anything of the sort in my life, so itâs probably a hereditary thing or whatever,â you paused to cough again. âiâm sorry. iâm sorry i didnât think to tell you when i started feeling the symptoms. i didnât really think it was that bad, i thought- i mean, everyone has trouble breathing sometimes, right?â silence, again. âchishiya, please forgive me. iâll do anything. iâll buy you that strawberry cake you keep talking about, the one thatâs a block away from our apartment. we can have a day at home, just the two of us, with no work to worry about, and iâll cook everything you want. iâll book a fucking flight overseas, if thatâll make you feel relaxed.â your hands trembled against his, in sync with the wobble in your words as you spoke. you told yourself you wouldnât get too emotional over it â after all, chishiya wasnât too fond of overdramatic people. but really, what were you supposed to do? what were you supposed to say? or think? stage three? the number was practically poking fun at you, for not noticing the signs sooner. âchishiya. work hard, okay?â you smiled at him, with the same sincerity and warmth and youth you always did.
iâm sorry if weâre moots and iâve never talked to you. i promise itâs nothing personal iâm just so shy and socially anxious it hurts đ
(jjk266) confession
i just think terrifying airbender inasa would be cool.
Btw if I say things like âby godâ or âgood lordâ in posts please be aware I donât mean it in a catholic way I mean it in a 1950s scientist reacting in horror after they create an evil creature in the lab set in the distant future year of 2005
itâs giving
#Stranger Things season 4 is just Scooby-doo (2002) (insp)
# real life izuku's moodboard !