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akaashi crushing on you ✮₊⊹✧⋆
ok here’s a cute little smau i made of akaashi crushing on you!! ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)
ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅
bf! kenma kozume who uses your selfies as his icons on every single platform available. steam, codm, you name it, you’re on it.
bf! kenma kozume who edits his in game avatars to look like you because “your face is satisfying to look at.” he then proceeds to throw a fit when “you” flirt with one of the love interests available, immediately hopping off the game and finding his place in your arms.
bf! kenma kozume who boosts you everywhere. your friends wonder how you reached platinum in valorant when you can barely manage to get double digit kills. your nickname in your discord server is literally “single digits.”
bf! kenma kozume who isn’t scared of getting his account banned, so long as he defends you from the misogynistic, lame weirdos who trashtalk you. he once got banned from chat for a month.
bf! kenma kozume who has the worst luck in gacha games, so when his favorite character’s banner drops, he immediately goes to your house to make you pull.
you and kenma had mutually agreed on a private relationship prior to being a couple, so he has absolutely no idea what to say when kuroo confronts him.
“kenma, who’s that girl in your profile picture?”
the man in question only coughs, looking around uncomfortably as he looks for a way to change the subject.
the two of you were currently doing your respective tasks in your room— kenma is gaming on your pc while you sit beside him, reading a book. your headset was cheap, making it easy for you to hear everything going on in the call.
“i, uhh...”
“what, is she an idol or something?”
oof. kuroo’s not letting up, is he?
your boyfriend’s gaze finds yours, the internal panic evident in his eyes. what’s that one old saying? eyes are a window to the soul?
you chuckle as you watch him, and kenma hmph’s at your dismissal.
kuroo speaks up again, interrupting the silence. “is she from a porno...? you can tell me, man.”
you barely hold back a fit of laughter as kenma stutters, “wha— no?! how’d you even come to that conclusion? you’re weird, kuroo!”
“just saying, bro. if you’re that secretive over her, you must be ashamed of how you discovered her. i mean, i’m not judgin’, you know,” he chuckles, setting up the bait. only thing left to do is wait for kenma to bite.
but kenma’s too smart for that. well, not really. if it were up to him, he’d have been screaming in kuroo’s ears right now about how absolutely pure and beautiful you are, and how he could never, ever be secretive over you. but, to his dismay, he remembers your agreement, mentally cursing himself for even agreeing in the first place.
you were his. his wonderful, utterly kind, other worldly beautiful love of his life. the object of all his desires, and the owner of his heart, body, and soul. why shouldn’t he show you off?!
you cave. in a matter of mere seconds, the headset goes from kenma’s head to yours as you speak against the mic, “i’m his girlfriend. you must be kuroo?”
on the other end, you can hear kuroo’s grunt of disbelief. kenma?! his anti social best friend who only ever talked to like, three people including him?! THAT guy managed to bag someone as pretty as you?! well, not to be condescending, but it simply doesn’t make sense! he doesn’t even go outside!
kenma grunts too, taking the headset back. his voice is calm again, back to its original octave. “kuroo, you there?”
“man, to be honest, i just thought you wanted to catfish people!”
I love you geto suguru no one can take you from me
★ HQ BOYS + COPY MY SNAP !
౨ৎ synopsis. based on the tiktok trend where you send them a bicep pic & ask them to copy it !
౨ৎ author’s notes. this has been in my drafts since january & it’s just seeing the light now.. ik this trend is dead now but whatever 💔 enjoy !!
౨ৎ starring. suna rintarou, atsumu miya, osamu miya
❤︎ THE SNAP !
❤︎ SUNA RINTAROU !
❤︎ ATSUMU MIYA !
❤︎ OSAMU MIYA
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐊𝐀𝐉𝐈 ー do not steal, edit, copy, translate or re-upload
i think I need to mention that I do not proofread my shi... like ever. I only TRULY read my finished work when it's already published and then I get embarrassed and say "I'll proofread from now on!" (it never happens)
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 | s. geto
02; 10:36
it was finally friday. your classes were done for the week, your assignments were all completed and the forecast said it'd be raining all weekend? you were frankly excited as fuck.
currently you were cuddled in bed with shoko rewatching howl's moving castle for the 15th time. well- you were rewatching it. shoko dozed off 5 minutes ago after she said she was just going to "close her eyes." you allowed her this time, though, because of how tired she seemed this week.
you'd reached the lake when you became unusually parched. while trying your best not to wake your roommate, you wormed out of your sheets and headed for the kitchen.
you chugged 1,2,3 glasses of water, but you weren't satisfied yet. you spun to look at the miffy clock (thank you, iori) that hung above the sink.
10:36 pm.
you sat in thought for a moment. there was a cafe that sold the most refreshing teas, and the location was only a 5 minute walk from the dorms.
ugh, screw it.
you threw on a hoodie over your pajamas, grabbed your keys, and quietly left, not forgetting to write shoko a note in case she woke up (she probably wouldn't).
the air outside was cool but comfortable, the ground wet from the downpour earlier. you couldn't help but take notice of all the slugs and snails that crept and crawled around the damp sidewalk. it was like they were all on a little walk with you too!
after a calm 5 minute walk, you finally saw the cafe sign on your horizon. excitement definitely took over because before you could even notice, your pace quickened and you were inside in no time.
a familiar warmth enveloped you as soon as you entered, with the speakers whispering smooth jazz. you could literally live here. there was also a lack of customers, only a few couples and people typing away at their laptops in the background. no one to disrupt your peace, though.
——————————————————————————————————
it'd been 15 minutes since you ordered your drink and you were still parched and drink less. you understood that working the night shift isn't easy and many of the workers are college students trying to make a few extra dollars, but wow!
you were genuinely getting impatient. with a huff you shot yourself up from your seat. it was as if the universe was on your side, though. because as soon as you made 2 steps, your order was called and placed on the counter.
oh my gosh, yay!
you butterflied over to the counter to receive your drink, thinking nothing more than going home and finishing your movie. in a swift motion, you grabbed for it. but in an even swifter motion, it was taken from you.
your eyebrows furrowed. you really did not have the patience for this tonight. you turned to the culprit, and your annoyance immediately spiked. because there was geto suguru, sauntering over to the door with your drink in hand.
oh hell no
in an instant, you rushed over to the door, placing your body between him and the doorway. he was a bit too slow to notice you, though, and he crashed into you, spilling half of your drink on the floor.
your eyes actually twitched. your blood boiled. you had to bite your tongue from cussing this man out.
"what the fuck? get out the way dumba- wait, y/n?" perplexity danced across his face, as if he was unaware of the crime he'd just committed.
whatever you said next wasn't you and was your anger and thirst speaking.
" "wait, y/n?" " you mocked him, mimicking his confused expression. "yeah, idiot. it's me. shy, little y/n can buy tea too, y'know. I genuinely didn't know I was supposed to stay at home like the fucking hermit I am on a friday night," at this point, you were making a scene, and geto noticed it, but he was too amused to stop you. "oh, and by the way," you point a vengeful finger at the half full drink in the male's hand. "that drink is mine." your chest rose and fell after speaking so much so quickly.
geto quirked an eyebrow as he laughed shallowly. he handed you the cup and watched as your face fell in horror. etched on the cup, in fact, not your name. but 'sugu' with a heart and a phone number written on it, presumably from one of the baristas. to further confirm your horror, you spun around and saw the exact same drink, sitting alone on the counter.
you actually felt tears brimming in your eyes as the reality of the situation fell like bricks on your shoulders. you just embarrassed yourself. in public. for no reason.
"oh! um, haha! this isn't my name!" fake laughter spilled out of your mouth on repeat.
could this night get any worse?
"you know you have to pay for my drink too now, right?"
you looked up and genuinely wished the world would explode right now. you only came with enough money to buy one drink.
"is that really necessary? I mean, it's just tea, amirighthahahaha.." unfortunately, geto's expression was, well, expressionless. any hint of amusement dissipated from his features in an instant. actually, he looked more annoyed than anything.
"you don't have any money, do you?"
"..."
"no." your response came out as a whisper, barely even audible for geto to hear.
"oh, that's a shame. so, i'll be taking yours then?"
what?
"I beg your pardon?" you understood that you did too much, but wasn't this just a tad bit petty?
"I mean, you did spill my drink, it's cold and raining now, and you have no money to pay me back. isn't it only fair?" you were about to cry at this point. you felt defeated.
you could only nod, any words you'd try to speak would have turned to sobs.
and so, geto walked past you, picked up your drink, and sauntered right out the door, sparing you not a glance in the process. you could hear the downpour outside when he opened and closed the door.
this is great!
you didn't even have an umbrella, and you were definitely not asking geto for a ride home after that performance. so, you bit the bullet and sprinted home, nearly slipping a few times. your eyes were cloudy from your tears mixed with the raindrops. by the time you returned to your dorm, your hair and clothes were soaked, your eyes were puffy and red, and it pained you to even breathe.
maybe you really should've just settled for some water.
masterlist ; previous ; next
afterthoughts;
definitely was gonna take this down a different route but I think I like this more 😝 unfortunately I could see some bs like this happening to me in the future saur! yay for me ig. anyway I hope y'all get the time reference! 🙏🏾 also tysm guys for all the likes and reblogs 🥹🩷
imma make a tag list as well so comment if you wanna be added!
male Trisha paytas is frying me so bad 😭
LAST SEEN WITH:
DON’T FREAK OUT, DENKI KAMINARI
DESCRIPTION: a series of texts leading up to a pivotal moment in you and your best friends relationship.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: smau. pls ignore any mistakes. profanity. friends to lovers. they/them jirou propaganda. mina appearance. reader calls denki fat. accidental confessions. brain rot language. ex-boyfriend! yo shindo mentioned.
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 | s. geto
02; 10:36
it was finally friday. your classes were done for the week, your assignments were all completed and the forecast said it'd be raining all weekend? you were frankly excited as fuck.
currently you were cuddled in bed with shoko rewatching howl's moving castle for the 15th time. well- you were rewatching it. shoko dozed off 5 minutes ago after she said she was just going to "close her eyes." you allowed her this time, though, because of how tired she seemed this week.
you'd reached the lake when you became unusually parched. while trying your best not to wake your roommate, you wormed out of your sheets and headed for the kitchen.
you chugged 1,2,3 glasses of water, but you weren't satisfied yet. you spun to look at the miffy clock (thank you, iori) that hung above the sink.
10:36 pm.
you sat in thought for a moment. there was a cafe that sold the most refreshing teas, and the location was only a 5 minute walk from the dorms.
ugh, screw it.
you threw on a hoodie over your pajamas, grabbed your keys, and quietly left, not forgetting to write shoko a note in case she woke up (she probably wouldn't).
the air outside was cool but comfortable, the ground wet from the downpour earlier. you couldn't help but take notice of all the slugs and snails that crept and crawled around the damp sidewalk. it was like they were all on a little walk with you too!
after a calm 5 minute walk, you finally saw the cafe sign on your horizon. excitement definitely took over because before you could even notice, your pace quickened and you were inside in no time.
a familiar warmth enveloped you as soon as you entered, with the speakers whispering smooth jazz. you could literally live here. there was also a lack of customers, only a few couples and people typing away at their laptops in the background. no one to disrupt your peace, though.
——————————————————————————————————
it'd been 15 minutes since you ordered your drink and you were still parched and drink less. you understood that working the night shift isn't easy and many of the workers are college students trying to make a few extra dollars, but wow!
you were genuinely getting impatient. with a huff you shot yourself up from your seat. it was as if the universe was on your side, though. because as soon as you made 2 steps, your order was called and placed on the counter.
oh my gosh, yay!
you butterflied over to the counter to receive your drink, thinking nothing more than going home and finishing your movie. in a swift motion, you grabbed for it. but in an even swifter motion, it was taken from you.
your eyebrows furrowed. you really did not have the patience for this tonight. you turned to the culprit, and your annoyance immediately spiked. because there was geto suguru, sauntering over to the door with your drink in hand.
oh hell no
in an instant, you rushed over to the door, placing your body between him and the doorway. he was a bit too slow to notice you, though, and he crashed into you, spilling half of your drink on the floor.
your eyes actually twitched. your blood boiled. you had to bite your tongue from cussing this man out.
"what the fuck? get out the way dumba- wait, y/n?" perplexity danced across his face, as if he was unaware of the crime he'd just committed.
whatever you said next wasn't you and was your anger and thirst speaking.
" "wait, y/n?" " you mocked him, mimicking his confused expression. "yeah, idiot. it's me. shy, little y/n can buy tea too, y'know. I genuinely didn't know I was supposed to stay at home like the fucking hermit I am on a friday night," at this point, you were making a scene, and geto noticed it, but he was too amused to stop you. "oh, and by the way," you point a vengeful finger at the half full drink in the male's hand. "that drink is mine." your chest rose and fell after speaking so much so quickly.
geto quirked an eyebrow as he laughed shallowly. he handed you the cup and watched as your face fell in horror. etched on the cup, in fact, not your name. but 'sugu' with a heart and a phone number written on it, presumably from one of the baristas. to further confirm your horror, you spun around and saw the exact same drink, sitting alone on the counter.
you actually felt tears brimming in your eyes as the reality of the situation fell like bricks on your shoulders. you just embarrassed yourself. in public. for no reason.
"oh! um, haha! this isn't my name!" fake laughter spilled out of your mouth on repeat.
could this night get any worse?
"you know you have to pay for my drink too now, right?"
you looked up and genuinely wished the world would explode right now. you only came with enough money to buy one drink.
"is that really necessary? I mean, it's just tea, amirighthahahaha.." unfortunately, geto's expression was, well, expressionless. any hint of amusement dissipated from his features in an instant. actually, he looked more annoyed than anything.
"you don't have any money, do you?"
"..."
"no." your response came out as a whisper, barely even audible for geto to hear.
"oh, that's a shame. so, i'll be taking yours then?"
what?
"I beg your pardon?" you understood that you did too much, but wasn't this just a tad bit petty?
"I mean, you did spill my drink, it's cold and raining now, and you have no money to pay me back. isn't it only fair?" you were about to cry at this point. you felt defeated.
you could only nod, any words you'd try to speak would have turned to sobs.
and so, geto walked past you, picked up your drink, and sauntered right out the door, sparing you not a glance in the process. you could hear the downpour outside when he opened and closed the door.
this is great!
you didn't even have an umbrella, and you were definitely not asking geto for a ride home after that performance. so, you bit the bullet and sprinted home, nearly slipping a few times. your eyes were cloudy from your tears mixed with the raindrops. by the time you returned to your dorm, your hair and clothes were soaked, your eyes were puffy and red, and it pained you to even breathe.
maybe you really should've just settled for some water.
masterlist ; previous ; next
afterthoughts;
definitely was gonna take this down a different route but I think I like this more 😝 unfortunately I could see some bs like this happening to me in the future saur! yay for me ig. anyway I hope y'all get the time reference! 🙏🏾 also tysm guys for all the likes and reblogs 🥹🩷
imma make a tag list as well so comment if you wanna be added!
Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.
isagiss threatens to drop a new chapter of the book that she started by her own free will ‼
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 | s. geto
01; awkward silence
"oh come on."
here you were being dragged by your feet out of your dark (and rather comfortable) room by your fine, short haired roommate, shook ieiri. you could only emit a soft groan as you barely struggled to escape from the surprisingly tight grip she had on your ankles.
"shokooo! you're interrupting my shooowwww."
your whines seem to only elevate her anger because she quite literally flung you on the floor as love island reverberated off the corridor's walls.
"girl, you are so lucky I like living with you because I would've left so fucking long ago," her voice lowered to a mutter as she continued. "satoru, suguru, and uta are coming over later so," she eyed your current attire, a tired, worn out hoodie adorned with very noticeable ketchup, mustard, and butter stains on them, sweatpants that have most definitely seen better days, and a singular sock on your foot. "please tidy yourself up."
"yes, ma." in an instant you were on your feet and headed for the bathroom, not wanting to piss shoko off any more than you already had.
"good girl." you could hear her stupid smirk even as her back was turned.
꩜
after finally tidying yourself up, shoko mentioned that she was heading out for a bit to get snacks. she also said something about keys and uta and the door.... you weren't really listening as you were too busy catching up on all LI episodes you missed.
by the time you were done, hues of orange were peeking through your curtain. which usually meant it was time for bed but you supposed you'd stay awake for your friends' friends, or your friend herself , whichever came first.
a yawn threatened to escape your lips, so you decided to do something to occupy yourself. "some water should do!" your steps turned to skips as you eagerly fluttered toward the kitchen.
while filling up the glass with water, you lost yourself in thought. once full, you raised the cup to your lips, ready to relieve your throat of the partial dryness your were feeling.
chug, chug, choke―
a loud bang at the door almost landed you in the hospital.
"fuck." you spat out, coughing all the way to the front door.
"are your knuckles made of fucking steel? why are you pounding on the door so damn ha-" you cut your sentence short as you actually took a moment to check who exactly was pounding on the door.
suguru geto.
you'd seen the guy around, mostly at your dorm. but around your university's campus as well. he was usually accompanying gojo satoru, your school's friendly neighbourhood athlete. "wonderboy" is his official name.
today his hair was messier than usual, but like it was intentionally messy. his usually tied up hair was allowed free today, resting nicely on his very broad shoulders. if you looked really closely, you could see how split his ends were.
"his hairdresser needs to get fired." you were chuckling to yourself. while someone was at the door. you were making fun of them while they were no more than 10 feet away from you. you were cracking jokes while they were ready to be let in.
ahem.
"oh shit- um," your face contorted into some sort of half smile half grimace, that made geto slightly uncomfortable. "come in!"
after what felt like hours, you finally stepped aside, allowing the gentleman inside. you could almost hear him mutter 'finally' as he entered the living room.
"where's sho at?" at this point, his face was buried in his phone, no longer wanting nor needing to maintain eye contact with you.
"oh she stepped out for a moment. she'll be back soon."
"hm."
and just like that, the room fell into awkward tension. tension so thick you could pick it up and mold it, shape it into something as ugly and uncomfortable as this current situation was. all you wanted was for the earth to open up and swallow you whole.
it's not that you had anything personal with the guy. it's just that you both never had the opportunity to connect. yes, he was here often but that was usually to see shoko. and since you were either always boxed up in your room or simply not home, you never really got the time to really meet him, the same going for utahime and gojo as well. they were really just legends to you; heard of but never seen.
maybe you could break some of this tension, though. and so, to your future disdain, you opened your mouth and spoke.
"so how are your classes going?"
...
geto paused, looked from his phone towards you, and laughed. not an impolite, boisterous laugh, but one that still made you feel embarrassed.
"what's it to you, l/n?" his tone wasn't cold but still standoffish, as though that information was classified to the public. aka, anyone like you.
oh how you wished you had lost your voice that morning, or sewn your lips shut, or chopped your tongue off or-
knock, knock!
finally! you might as well have flown to the door the way you flung yourself up from the couch. you didn't care who was at the door. you actually would have been slightly grateful if it was a sniper or a bomb. alas, it was only gojo.
your smile wavered a bit, but you were still cordial with him.
the conversation with him went a bit better than the one with his counterpart given that he was the more easygoing of the two.
after a bit more small talk, you received a text from shoko confirming that she was, in fact, not on a flight to Jamaica and was on her way back. you took your leave, handing the white haired male the house keys to open for shoko or utahime respectively.
and with that, you headed back into the comfort of your room, very much done with today and the circumstances it came with.
masterlist ; previous ; next
afterthoughts;
wattpad saw this first but the crowd is NOT THERE!! ugh. so I've decided to release it here too. idk y'all I just really like geto these days like 🤤 he's too fine. ok bye
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | isagiss
𝐛𝐥𝐥𝐤
true romance
kalopsia
𝐚𝐨𝐭
nirvana
𝐣𝐣𝐤
paranoia
finding a really good, well thought out fic, beautifully summarized fic and then spotting the smut tag 😔 almost every barbarian kats fic on ao3 is smut with him and kiri
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 | s. geto
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 /ˌ𝐩𝐚𝐫əˈ𝐧ɔɪə/ 𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.
you and suguru geto were from two completely different worlds. he was calm, cool and collected while you were weird and quiet. funnily enough, him and his friends were always over at your dorm because of shoko, the self proclaimed sweetest, bestest roommate ever. while they were always there, they were never there to you. they were more like background characters; or maybe you were the background character. either way, your worlds never collided, and you were somewhat grateful for that. you really weren't interested in whatever problems came with geto, and he didn't seem too keen on learning about you either.
general warnings!
⸝⸝ light/moderate cuss warning ⸝⸝ might be corny at times ⸝⸝ characters MIGHT be ooc (idk leave me alone) ⸝⸝ all characters, aside from OCS, belong to Gege Akutami ⸝⸝ any specific warnings will be mentioned before all chapters
you're now reading PARANOIA !
isagisss© 2025
01; awkward silence 02; 10:36 03; tba
𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀
rin itoshi only favoured a few things in his life. that is; football and being the best. he never fancied studying or being popular. not to say that he wasn't either of those things! some might say he was quite the opposite. even with all the effort he put into being the best striker, he still found time to study and take notes and go to class. he wasn't a loner either. he was actually quite well known around campus for how skilled he was with a ball and his striking good looks. yup! stoic front and all, rin was the talk of the campus and piles of love letters formed hills and mountains in his locker and confessions rolled off the tongues of passersby. not that he cared for that, anyway.
he cared for football, being the best, and one more thing. something that he'd never verbally confess but when he wasn't training profusely or studying his hardest for an upcoming exam, he allowed his mind to wander to you and what you were doing. if you were studying as well or if you had your nose deep in this week's novel. he sometimes wondered if you somehow thought about him too, as silly as the thought was to him. he could feel his heart run laps in his chest when you'd walk past him in the hallways or how the hairs that ran along his forearms would raise when he heard you smoothly ask a question during classes.
sometimes, if his teammates were lucky, rin would ask them what they thought of you but their answers were all unsatisfactory to him. "y/n? she's pretty cute." some would say. or "yeah, she's nice, why?" he never understood how you could be "just nice" to anyone when to him, your beauty exceeded his understanding. not just your physical beauty, but the way you treated others. how you'd offer to help teachers who struggled to carry various school equipment or how you'd tutor the other jocks at school. it all forced him to admire you more. that's what he referred to it as, anyway. that squeeze that he'd feel in his chest when he saw you speaking so comfortably with your other classmates or how upset he'd feel when he overheard you speaking to your friends about the date you went on last Friday (they never ended well) were all labelled as pure admiration.
roommate!chigiri is awfully petty when it comes to stuff and space. other than analysing you up and down, the first thing he does when you first meet is establish boundaries. good for him, honestly. he knows how to communicate! that's the first step to having a good roommate, right?
immediately, you can notice there's a clear divide between the rooms. sharing the same bedroom or not, it's all the same.
he has his own shelf in the shower, a.k.a the only shelf, and you can't use it at all. if the dorms already come with toiletries, they're all his because he "claimed them first". his skincare is laid out all over the sink, but if you do something as little as leave your toothpaste out, he flips.
no, he won't do it for you. he calls you into the bathroom, no matter what you're in the middle of doing, and is so passive aggressive about you quote unquote "being so simple minded that the thought of putting things away seems to be a difficult task", and won't leave you alone until the "mess" is sorted out.
laundry is strictly separated (his hamper has a lid, just to be safe) and no, he will not do laundry on the same day as you. actually, he won't wash your laundry at all, not even when you ask. he blames you if any of his clothes go missing, and when he discovers a lost sock was at the bottom of his gym bag, he doesn't apologise. well, he does, but it's not sincere. it's more to cover up his embarrassment.
roommate!chigiri's personal motto is "if it's not mine, i won't deal with it.". sure, he definitely stays true to it, but there's certainly times when that magically doesn't apply when it's his mess.
he's 100% sure that the pink hairs clogging the drains are yours(?) he 100% believes that you ate his leftovers when he just had friends over(??) he 100% believes that you should clean up the living room after he had a movie night on his own in the middle of the night since you woke up first(???) seriously? is he actually being serious? yes!
so your mess is your mess, and his mess is also... your... mess?
he's petty. too petty for his own good. but you know, if you manage to get on his good side, he can be pretty okay. you can get good skincare tips and fashion opinions, but that's about it. surely you could find a better roommate?
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this was literally so yummy i love this sm
2 MONTHS LATER.
BLAH BLAH BLAH — SUCK DICK ON ACCIDENT
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NOTES.
short chapter for last chapter
i hope you enjoyed suna's little mysmatch journey
this is my last smau until further notice! if you've read all of my smaus or even just 1, i appreciate you so much!
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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 — suna rintaro x f!reader
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a/n :: guys trust me we're gonna get to suna x yn texts soon!!! i just want to introduce the groupchats first and their dynamic before everything to get it out of the way 😅 this really is a very weird group of people, but it was just an excuse to choose the characters i thought would be funniest if they were to interact with each other...sue me!!! the series is starting off pretty slow, but pls be patient we're gonna get to the excited parts soon :33
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thinking about how lonely kageyama tobio is growing up. every after game he wins, he would see his teammates run to their family who's standing on the audience bench waiting with proud smiles. he never shows it but his chest aches with longing and yearning.
but it all changes when you and him start dating. the first time he sees your family is at his first professional game.
his eyes scan the crowds, knowing you'll be there, cheering on him like you've always been. imagine his surprise when he sees you, not alone, but with your mom, dad, and your little brother beside you.
“im so sorry, they really want to come see you.” you apologize, scared that tobio might feel uncomfortable with your family tagging along.
tobio shakes his head, “no—”
his words cut off by a sudden hug from your dad.
“im so proud of you boy, you did great out there!” tobio stunned, not familiar with the warm gesture. he awkwardly hugged your father back.
“dad, stop it please. sorry tobio, he's a little bit enthusiastic.” with that, your father released him a gentle tap on the shoulder and gave him a bright smile.
“i didnt know that my daughter's boyfriend is an amazing athlete.” your mother claims.
tobio gave her a shy smile and nodded his head, “thank you, mrs—”
“call me mom, okay?—” “mom, dont make him uncomfortable please”
“thank you, mom.”
your little brother tugged tobio's jersey, “can you teach me volleyball?”
“emm, sure—”
“oh my god let's plan the wedding!”
“mom please dont!”
for the first time, tobio's heart feels full and completed.
TRUE ROMANCE
I. prologue
friday nights were always special to you. that's when you can sit on your bed with your glittered pens and pour your heart into your journal. as love songs spew from your unicorn speaker― a tacky gift from your grandma but you still cherish it, you sit crisscrossed and doodle and rant and confess all your deepest darkest secrets of that week. and sometimes, if you're lucky, you'll have someone to write about. you'd gush over the way they smelled that day or the eye contact you both held (that you swear was intentional and lasted more than 2 seconds). it was childish, really. while other girls were hooking up with guys or out having fun at least, you were at home in your pyjamas, geeking over the way barou shouei helped you pick up textbooks which had long deserted your arms and fell to the floor. when you'd finished putting all of your feelings onto the page, sometimes pages, you'd address the letter, seal it, and store it in your special box under your bed—the box your mom kept from the 90s. It was bright pink, and the inside was lined with leopard print, and you were so excited when she gifted it to you. you felt closer to her somehow. but anyway, the letters aren't harming anyone and it's not like they'd get mailed one day. that's what you told yourself, anyway. because it's impossible for anyone to find them, right?
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*ੈ‧₊༺ SPIDERVERSE AU! ༺‧₊ ੈ
characters: spiderman!itoshi rin (bllk) x gn!reader contents: fluff, some jealous!rin, hint of mutual pining, mention of injuries and blood a/n: do spiderman suits have pockets … (not proofread btw) wc ~ 1.2k
spiderman!rin who you’d accidentally come across in the alley just beside your apartment complex, passed out and injured from one of his vigilante shenanigans late into the night.
Deciding to take him in out of pity, you took care of his injuries as much as his torn suit would allow you to before letting him rest in your living room.
spiderman!rin who’d almost freaked out when he woke up in the middle of the night to find himself in a stranger's home, all his wounds roughly cleaned and patched up. Another thing he didn’t expect was to come face to face with his pretty, pretty classmate the moment they stepped out of their bedroom, barely clad in anything except an oversized t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts.
The both of you gasped in surprise at the sight of each other. Almost stumbling back into the couch he had been sleeping on, a raging blush grew on his cheeks when he briefly took a glimpse at your bare legs. You didn’t manage to utter any words before he dashed out of your window, swinging off your balcony before he disappeared into the night.
Something small and brightly colored fell to the floor. It was a small plastic-wrapped treat that had seemingly slipped out of the stranger’s pocket when he’d abruptly left. You squatted down to pick it up, curiosity gnawing at you further as the identity of this man remained a mystery, for you’d never once touched his mask in respect of his privacy.
spiderman!rin who, as your classmate and deskmate, refused to meet your eyes the day after. Sure, he was still his usual aloof and cold self, but you were beyond confused at the way he actively avoided looking at your face.
“Hey, you still listening?” You’d asked during one of your class discussions, peering at him in the corner of your eye. Rin gave you a low hum as an answer. Wanting to tease him, you picked up one of your colorful permanent markers and uncapped it before reaching over to him.
He flinched in surprise when the sharp tip made contact with the tender flesh between his neck and shoulder, causing the pen to haphazardly drag across his skin. You raised an amused brow, biting down on your lip to stifle the laugh bubbling in the back of your throat. “You’re doodling, Rin.”
The ravenette gritted his teeth as embarrassment coursed through him, noticing the inked cobwebs he’d randomly sketched in his notes. “Shut it,” he’d muttered, his face still turned away as he turned over another page to hide the little drawings.
Who could blame him, really? If he’d spared you even a second glance, a flurry of mental images of you in your nightly pajamas would appear in his mind.
You, in your damn shirt and shorts looking so damn pretty and adorable and soft and he wanted to kiss you so bad for taking care of him—
'Wait, what?' Rin cursed under his breath.
spiderman!rin whose eyes had widened just the tiniest bit when he saw what you’d been fiddling with in your hands. It was a fruit candy, one that he’d received from a thankful little boy after Rin had saved him a few hours before he had winded up on your balcony.
He’d nonchalantly asked where’d you gotten it from, and the way you’d answered oh-so-sweetly, “Oh, it’s just something… from someone amazing,” had him flustering down to his very core.
spiderman!rin who’d seethe and sneer to himself when he spotted you out on a date with some lukewarm guy, that mucky green monster prowling inside him like a rapacious predator.
An empty can had suddenly hit the back of your date’s head? Must’ve been the wind or something. Your date suddenly tripped while he was walking beside you? He must be one clumsy bastard. The street light suddenly burnt out when your date tried to kiss you before he sent you home? Your neighborhood must’ve been haunted…
Yeah, that was definitely it.
spiderman!rin who’d ended up on your balcony that same day for some reason that was even unknown to himself, peeking through the curtains as he tried to hold in the pained grimace at the pull on his wounded skin every time he moved.
He shouldn’t be here, he didn’t want to be here. That first time was awkward enough that Rin had wished for anything else to happen but a repeat of it, especially now after bearing witness to your date with someone else that was not him.
Though ever the astute observer, you noticed him before he could think twice about his questionable decisions, immediately trotting over to open your window for him.
Similar to that fateful night, you’d invited him in to treat all his wounds; the ones on his neck, his chest, arms, anywhere that the shredded suit had given you access to, really, all the while the two of you slid into a comfortable blanket of silence.
This night, too, you’d avoided touching anywhere above the hem of his mask, and he’d left something behind albeit deliberately.
spiderman!rin who had begrudgingly fallen into a routine of visiting you every time he got hurt. You’d open your window for him, wordlessly take care of his injuries before he’d leave a little trinket he’d picked up from his adventures for you and promptly make his way out of your home.
Rin didn’t know what to think of this arrangement; this… weird, dubiously domestic dynamic you two had grown to settle into. And unbeknownst to him, neither did you.
How long did he want to keep the secret, you’d wondered.
spiderman!rin who had been terribly injured after a fight gone wrong, stumbling into your apartment after you’d let him in. You’d almost shrieked after seeing his worse-than-usual state, concern tripping over the pinch of fear that had tumbled into you.
After patching him up the best that you could, you tense slightly when his head lolled down to your shoulder. You were chastising him for not going to the hospital for something this serious but Rin was too delirious with the pain and blood loss, he was barely listening to anything you were saying.
“Sorry, I - fuck, sorry. I-I didn’t get you anything this time,” he’d weakly whispered.
Your breath hitched, heart thundering against your ribcage at his words. You slowly exhaled, hot puff of breath brushing against his cold skin as you squeezed your eyes shut in resolve.
“You don’t need to get anything for me. Just come back safely every time and I’ll be happy to welcome you home, Rin,” you’d murmured.
spiderman!rin who felt your touch creeping up to the edge of his mask, gently as if to ask for his permission.
Rin wanted to ask how’d you find out it was him, but with how exhausting the day had been, he decided it was a problem for tomorrow him to figure out.
And so he let you free him from the confine of his alternate persona before carefully wrapping your arms around his back, pulling him closer as he nuzzled into your neck like a touch-starved cat to seek more of your warmth.
If you were to be honest, though, it wasn’t that hard, truly. The second time you’d treated him, you’d seen the barest part of his neck; the part where you’d drawn on him with your marker by a mere chance.
That measly little line he’d refused to wash off, hoping that it’d stay on his skin for as long as it possibly could. Because, however silly it may be, it was still a trace, a mark left behind by you.
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TRUE ROMANCE
SYNOPSIS !
you've always been a writer. journals, school newspapers, stories── you name it! but one form of writing that you've always held close to your heart was love letters! ever since you were a little girl, you've loved pouring your heart out into small letters, addressed to whomever you had been infatuated with at the time. harmless, right? well not when all your letters have been mysteriously addressed to each boy you've ever loved! and now, with the help of your school's starboy, you're gonna have to navigate love confessions, newfound enemies, and resurfaced feelings.
WARNINGS & BYR !!
this is heavily inspired by 'to all the boys ive loved before' by jenny han! updates are definitely going to be irregular but I will try my HARDEST to push chaps out this is for the isagi lovers (me)!! there will be no smut in this as the characters are in highschool!
CHAPTERS !
I . prologue
NIRVANA || aot smau
synopsis ; after a really bad breakup, eren, mikasa and armin are starstruck on you learning to enjoy life again. maybe adding a few new characters to the mix is just what you need to forget about your ex.
genre : social media au, enemies to friends to lovers, uni au, fluff, angst, sfw, slow burn, humour
c/w : brain rot jokes, suggestive themes, swearing, use of the n word, mentions of alcohol, none of the pictures used belong to me. all characters besides y/n belong to Hajime Isayama.
status : coming soon !
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Save My Family from the War Nightmare in Gaza
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Hello I am Mohammad Tayseer, 34 years old, Palestinian living in Gaza. I am married to Basma Ramez, and we have two children: Jude, who is 4 years old, and yazan, who is 2 and a half years old.
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But suddenly, without any warning, war destroyed everything beautiful in our lives. Our home was demolished by a missile, leaving nothing behind, and my company was also damaged. I lost my job, and we became homeless and without income.
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We tried to flee more than five times to safer areas in search of security, but safety in Gaza has become nearly impossible. Death and destruction are everywhere, and our children live in a constant nightmare. Opportunities for education and entertainment have vanished, and basic necessities are scarce. We live in poverty and despair.
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