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@rinsoap
ATLAS! 17. theythem. multifandom! (hq, tokrev, jjk) . ༉ ₊✩ ‧༒ rintaro's favourite girl & mitsuya's partner in crime <333 #1 frank ocean dick rider.
01. about me 02. mlist 03. tag system
🎧: comme des garçons by frank ocean 🎥: hoodwinked! (2005) 💭: INDEFINITE HIATUS SORRY GUYS!
hi guys the reason i have been so inactive is because i got a bf who acts exactly how i used to write #winning
"same time next week?" — r. suna
in which you become suna rintaro’s english tutor — warning: this is my first smau oneshot. also in one of the texts, a sweatshirt is borrowed but it got cut off fml.
this is high school suna if it isn’t alr obvious. also i may be projecting since im an english tutor (hard to believe ik) anyways!! guys they’re awkward, they’re in hs.
just looked at all ur music taste posts for hq and let me just say 🙏🏻 u cooked with it. like its so accurate i want to scream. anyway love your work and perchance…… moots?
hi omg im so sorry if this is late but yes LETS BE MOOTS IM SO GLAD U LIKED THE HCS 😽😽
self moodboard
search up on pinterest : lyrics, color, character, place, outfit, and aesthetic.
no pressure tags — @gojosoups @kasukuna @angi-of-avalon @baepsays @itadoriest @lostfracturess @norikuna @toadtoru @yenayaps @neovillains + anyone who wants to join in!
THANK YOU FOR THE TAG, NAOMI, BELOVED!! <33
🏷️ no pressure tags: @loveritas @hyperomanticz @teataglia @sugubear @arrowmance + you 🫵
thank you for the tag my beautiful wife <33
no pressure tags: @hiraethwrote @silentgravesdontexist @unriding @capitnos @tartagliove + everyone who wants to join!
aaaah tysm for tag eris and eden ( @arrowmance ) for tag, both of your moodboards are so pleasing 🫶🏻
no pressure tags : @hiraethwa @yogurtkags @madwomansapologist @rosesaints @hatsukeii @ramonathinks + anyone who wants to 🫶🏻
so funnnn! thanks for the tag hea my beloved <3 your outfit looks so bomb 🫦
no pressure tags: @bakery-anon @wyrcan @shouyuus @wordsofelie + anyone who wants to!
i loved doing this!! thanks ave <3
no pressure tags: @sahrii @stellar-haikyuu @stellar-headquarters @dearru
hi elie thanks for the tag!
no pressure tags ; @cinnamxnangel @44twentytwo @spectoo
@mayyhaps
thanks for the tag sahri 🫶🏼
no pressure tags — @bbookishballerina @angelkiyo @darthferbert + anyone ofc!!
thank you for the tag ml!!
no pressure tags — @rinsoap @kurooangel @vieviehime @chososcamgirl + anyone else who wants to do this :))
THANK U ANGEL N TWISHA 4 THE TAGS ILY BOTH!
tags: anyone who wants to join :p
my best friend who i have been into for a while just proposed we get married at 40 if we’re both single by then. is he in love with me, yes or no 🤔
͙͘͡★ plug! iwaizumi, who you met at a house party that your mutual friend oikawa threw. your friends got the flier on instagram and decided to bring you in attempts to bring you out of your shell—where you were brought in his sights while getting something to drink. you in your sparkly pink velour halter top and skin tight jean mini skirt drove him crazy, driving the need to talk to you.
͙͘͡★ plug! iwaizumi, who comes up and talks to you once your friend gets caught up in the party, awkwardly starting the conversation by asking what you’re drinking. catching wind on how you want to get fresh air from the heavy presence of weed, alcohol, and sweat, offers to drive you around the neighborhood. he simply does so, turning the windows down, stopping at a grocery store’s parking lot and offers you some weed to which you surely agree to. “the night’s been rough” — in which conversation and sativa rush ends in a rough make-out session before he drops you home and leads both of you wanting more after.
͙͘͡★ plug! iwaizumi, who slowly but surely, became the only guy you really talked to after the party you attended, with every other guy attempting to ask you out scared off by him. maybe it was his rough and intimidating exterior— with his years of self-discipline showcased by his biceps and the tattoos tattooed on his sun-kissed skin, or maybe it’s his demeanor; talking eloquently and clearly adding on to his intimidating appearance. either way, both reasons are some of your favorite things about him (and he knows it and loves that).
͙͘͡★ plug! iwaizumi, who brags about you, his smart and pretty little girlfriend. he loves to show you off at parties, especially when you showcase your necklace with his name on it or your nails with his initials. once you’ve reached a year with him, he definitely has your lipstick mark tatted on his neck. if he isn’t promoting his business on social media, he posts those subtle mirror selfies with you, the flash covering your face as he wraps his arms around your waist, fingers slightly toying with the waistband of your skirt.
͙͘͡★ plug! iwaizumi, who spoils you fucking rotten. you want those “preppy little” van cleef bracelets? he’ll buy it and a matching necklace. you get money to do your nails every week and have his card connected to whatever app you want to buy something from. he loves to spoil you when it comes to shopping — addicted to your smile and the way you look when you do a little fashion show of your newly bought clothes ranging from elegant vera wang slip dresses to bedazzled and lacy lingerie sets bought exclusively for him.
͙͘͡★ plug! iwaizumi, who always makes sure you come first, whether it be priorities or bedroom matters, you are on the top of his list, putting your own pleasures and preferences on number one. he puts his clients on hold just to make sure he gives you what you need.
͙͘͡★ plug! iwaizumi, who eats you out like you’re his last meal but grabs on your thighs gently while doing so. he might have an intimidating and scary presence however, he knows how to treat and pleasure a woman. the way he knows where to hit your pleasure spots in every position he tries with you as long as you’re comfortable.
hehehe hope you all had a nice holiday!!
literally busted a nut
come home pookie the children miss you
i feel like we haven’t interacted in AGES 🙁🙁 how have you been ?? how’s your new year been 🤞🤞
OMG HI FAVOURITE I MISSED U! i’m so inactive on here i’m so sorry 😞 my new year has been super good so far here’s some of my resolutions:
#1: clear the roster because it’s low vibrational (for me personally)
#2: lock tf in with grades
#3: be more outgoing and talk to more ppl freely (i’m making myself ask out at least one stranger before the end of june 🙏)
if u want my ins and outs lmk 😋😋😋 how’s ur new year???
(ALSO! i’m more active on insta so if u wanna talk to me, just message me for my @ 💋💋)
im listening to anime ops and i forget how much i missed tokyo rev and 2021 jjk... that really was my shit
omg hi??
so idk if u remember me but we were mutuals around like august-october before i deactivated on a whim LOL.
i was under the same user i am now (luckily no one took it in between loll) anyways! u helped me plan a suna smau (that i never finished)
hii of course i remember u!! happy 2 see ur back chloe :p
reading a nsfw fic where the writer clearly has never had sex has gotta be top ten worst experiences
artist!reader and skater!suna who you first meet in college one morning when you’re running late for class, carrying a comedically large portfolio across the campus square. your head is buried deep in your phone, checking for last-minute updates on the class. that’s when an abrupt gust of wind shoots across your face and forces your head up instantly, only to see a skater soaring past with hardly an inch of space between you.
“what the hell, watch it!” you yell, immediately stepping backward and using both hands to grasp your portfolio tightly.
the skater remains undisrupted, gazing forward and only casually waving a hand back to call, “my bad!”
artist!reader with skater!suna who you see again, a week after almost knocking you over. coincidentally enough, he's sat at the exit steps to the art building, tying his shoelaces with his skateboard next to him.
"fucking prick." you walk straight past, muttering under your breath.
he must have heard you because, within seconds, he's walking by your side. "no way! you're the girl from last week. don't tell me you're still mad about the other morning! it was an accident." he throws his hands up in disbelief.
you ignore him and continue walking.
artist!reader with skater!suna who is determined to befriend you after your brief interaction. he waits at the same steps of the art building until your classes finish, skating up to you when he spots your familiar figure. he attempts to strike up a conversation by commenting on how "serious" you always look, and it's then that you bite back with a witty retort and he grins.
"took you long enough to talk to me."
artist!reader and skater!suna who both hang out at the skatepark together one afternoon. you're practicing your motion sketches, discreetly observing suna skate and using him as a reference for your drawings.
suna walks over to you, leaning on his board. “whatcha drawing, picasso?”
“you,” you say without looking up. his heart skips and he can feel his face grow warm.
“oh yeah?” he peers over your shoulder. “do i look cool?”
“you’d look cooler if you didn’t wipe out every five minutes,” you deadpan, flipping to another page.
“alright, picasso,” he says, with a roll of his eyes. “let’s see you try then.”
and that’s how you find yourself on top of suna’s skateboard, gripping his shoulders for dear life.
“relax, you’ll be fine,” he says, holding your hands to steady you.
“easy for you to say,” you grumble, eyes wide as he starts to slowly push the board.
you don’t even make it five feet before you’re losing your balance and falling. suna doubles over laughing, pulling out his phone with a sinister grin. “hold still, i need a picture of this for the archives.”
“don’t you dare,” you warn, scrambling to your feet. but it’s too late—he’s already posting it on his story with the caption: skating > art
artist!reader who gives skater!suna the nickname deckhead, after a particularly grueling painting session.
“can you please just focus for once?” standing up from your desk and tossing your paintbrush aside, you continue angrily. “i’m trying to get this done, and you’re just—”
“distracting?” suna interrupts, raising an eyebrow. “you’re the one acting like the world’s ending because you can’t paint a perfect line.”
there’s a sharp jab of irritation. "it’s not just about the line! i’ve been working nonstop on this, and all you’re doing is—"
he cuts you off again, this time with a half-smile. “i know, i’m sorry.”
you close your eyes to take a deep breath, trying to keep calm. but the words slip out before you can stop them. “god, you’re such a dickhead.”
the moment it slips past your lips, you feel the tension rise in the room. it’s silent but as if the universe had a sense of humor, you glare at his skateboard propped against the wall.
“no.” you scoff, shaking your head, your frustration turning into something more mocking. “you’re not even a real dickhead, you’re just a… deckhead.”
suna blinks, frozen for a second. “deckhead?”
you cross your arms, mouth curling into a sinister grin. “yeah, a deckhead—wandering around with that stupid board like it’s your whole personality. you just can’t be serious about anything!”
a beat.
and then he laughs. suna laughs. he laughs so hard that tears are forming in the corners of his eyes. he laughs so hard that you begin laughing too.
suna sighs slowly, dropping his gaze to meet yours. “i didn’t realize you were genuinely getting upset. i promise i didn’t mean to make you feel worse.”
you let your head rest against your desk. “i know. i’m just frustrated because i’ve been at this for hours and it feels like i’m getting nowhere.”
there’s a long pause before suna steps closer. “i’ll stop being a deckhead.”
he grins and ruffles your hair. “... but only because i care.”
artist!reader who invites an incredibly eager skater!suna to one of your artsy gallery showcases. he surprises you by showing up in an actual button-down instead of his usual baggy jeans and shirts, bringing along his skater friends who also happen to be equally fond of you. upon seeing your work, they all begin hyping you up loudly, drawing eyes from surrounding exhibitions and sticking out like sore thumbs.
at one point suna leans in and whispers, "i'm pretty sure that guy over there is trying to steal your vibe."
confused, you turn to see a very serious art critic examining your painting and it takes all your effort to not burst out laughing.
skater!suna who shows up unannounced at artist!reader's studio with a blank skate deck and a set of paint markers.
"what's going on?" you'd just woken up from a nap and suna thought you looked absolutely adorable.
"empty canvas," he breathlessly replies, distracted by his newfound urge to just shrink you and keep you in his pocket. "i thought you could make it cooler."
and he’s right because you do.
“dude, where’d you get that?” atsumu asks, pointing at the board the next time suna is at the skatepark.
“custom-made by that genius over there,” and suna proudly nods towards you, sat on the concrete of the park and deeply concentrated on a sketch.
artist!reader and skater!suna begin dating not through a grand confession, but just a subtle shift.
it happens when suna walks you to your class, a daily ritual that you've both become accustomed to, so it's almost instinctual the way he leans down and leaves a soft kiss on your cheek. you both pause, realizing what just happened, but instead of freaking out, you're clutching onto one another from outside your classroom laughing.
from then on, there's no formal conversation about it--just a mutual understanding.
skater!suna who asks artist!reader to paint his nails black for him because he saw someone at the skate park with painted nails and thought they looked cool. you nod excitedly and oblige. by the end, suna’s nails are decorated perfectly in black, except for his ring finger which you sneakily managed to paint pink.
when he notices, he glares at you, “really?”
“you wear it well,” you shrug in response.
artist!reader who stumbles across a notebook in skater!suna’s backpack when he asks you to grab his phone for him. you’re curious and can’t help but flip through it to find… doodles?
you bring it back for him, his phone long forgotten. “are these supposed to be me?”
“woah, what the fuck! where’d you find this?!” suna snatches the notebook, immediately shutting it closed before offering you a sheepish grin. “art is hard, okay? not all of us are picasso reincarnated.”
you’re flattered he’s been doodling you in his spare time.
skater!suna who gets oddly competitive when other skaters are present at the skate park while you’re there. he pulls off more tricks than usual (which is already a lot because he’s always trying to impress you), but looks for your approval after every single one.
he may have gotten a little too carried away because the next second he’s slipping from his board and now he’s landed flat on his back. he groans, embarrassed while you laugh. he watches you from the ground and wonders if he should make a fool of himself more often just to hear you laugh. he doesn’t let this show and instead rolls his eyes, getting up from the ground.
“glad you’re entertained, y/n.”
skater!suna who loves to blast his music when practicing tricks vs. artist!reader who needs the quiet to focus.
“riiiiin! can you turn it down, please? i’m trying to concentrate.” you yell at him.
“i’m literally landing this trick for you.” he replies teasingly, turning the music up even louder.
you end up compromising with a pair of suna’s noise-cancelling headphones and he begrudgingly lowers the volume—slightly.
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@rinsoap i feel like you’ll like this <3
this was made for ME specifically.
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thanks @ghosts-and-blue-sweaters and @cbuttonduo for the tag!! <3
wow i’m obsessed with this and i feel it’s fairly accurate!!
tags (no pressure): @thewildballyntynesgrow @bronzetomatoes @cloverstellar @clingyduoapologist @seeking-elsewhither @thoughts-of-caly
Thank you for the tag!
Some of them are pretty accurate I'd say
Tagging (no pressure) : @p6ntera , @navi-s-shitposting , @souleatherr , @peacetingyawaka , @xxylan , @strawberrystepmom & whoever wants to do it
thank u for tagging me beautiful <333
im going to taggggg @umemiyan @izvmimi @fortune-card @silentgravesdontexist @gennysuga and @entirelysein-e !!!!
YUPPIIIIEEEEE thank you for tagging me sweet Kendy <3
No pressure!! 💋 @twilightakiishi @chrollogy @ljubimaya
@ranscutedoll @haitani-maki @qrtem + you
ty for the tag genny !! <3
venuscore :0
tagging (no pressure!!) @littleplantfreak @vinomino @nyxypoo @voidcat @unriding @ryescapades
ty for the tag venus <3
went out of format bcs i’m a menace like that
no pressure tag! @mangostarjam @shouyuus @purpleqilinwrites @sugurouge @strawchocoberry @suosteacup + anybody who’d like to join ^^
thank you for the tag, rye! ❤ this was fun!!!
tagging:
@ambiguouslady42 @blueparadis @entirelysein-e
@peachsukii @narumis-wife @hayatoseyepatch
+ anyone who wants to join!
thank you for the tag! here's mine :) <3
npt: @sugurei @pastelle-rabbit @maddietries @slayfics
@shouyuus @mysteria157 @melon-fodder
@katsukikitten @katsulock + anyone else who'd like to play!
thank u @peachsukii and @ryescapades for the tags!!!! i feel like its always hilarious for me to do stuff that relates to my name bc its a fuckin noun so
im actually surprised that there were ppl involved i thought it was just gonna be like... pics of rainy days u__u
no pressure tags!!!! @hiraethwa @dira333 @hiraethwrote @choslut @rabbbitseason @mangostarjam @seiwas
thank you for the tag! your core is so aesthetic as always rain 💖
i didn’t know ave is latin for bird until today so 😂
npt! @hatsukeii @wyrcan @bakery-anon @wordsofelie @curtins @fushitoru @lale-txt + anyone interested <33
Thank you for the tag Ave !!!! Your aesthetic is so pretty <3
Does this match the vibes ?
npt: @causenessus @akaakeis @q-camellia @nekozaki @kameyyy @jadeoru
Hi Bug !! Tysm for the tag !! And I do think yours matches your vibe, very lovely, very cutesy <3
kami core surely looks.. interesting lol
no pressure tags: @cherrysurf @heartmaddie @hyunteru
Hi kamey! ty for tagging me :p
iris means flowers, so i’m not surprised i got so many. 😭
npt; @twiishaa @kawoala
IRIS THANK YOU FOR THE TAG 🤭🤭
this is actually so cute <3
no pressure tags! @riverharkness @turquoisenintendo64 @guppybibi @toorusfangirl @rinsoap @irlfaixry
WAS NOT EXPECTING 2 FW IT SO HEAVY usually atlascore on pinterest is just colleen hoover iewu fan casts so im pleasantly surprised
tags: anyone who wants to join :p
HI CONGRATULATIONS ON 100 🫶🏽 i would loveee to attend the sleepover :p i’m bringing gone girl by gillian flynn and tangled (2010)! we should also have a midnight feast 4 sure 🙌 (with suna pls)
MWAH MWAH CONGRATS AGAIN
! 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 twisha’s 100 followers slumber party ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ - it’s cold, but maybe you’ll warm me up
suna x reader , wc approx 800 warnings i am a pusher of the down bad but nonchalant suna agenda
check out the event!
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oh how you wish you had brought your jacket today. trying to ignore the people’s stares and whispers as they walked past you, you walked a few steps further from school gates, wiping your tears.
see, the thing was you were supposed to go out on a date with your boyfriend. he had been busy with his club the past week, so when he finally said he was free you got excited and started planning your date. but, once he met you outside the school gates, he said he wanted to break up, and left seconds after, leaving you alone in the cold.
maybe you were getting ahead of yourself; this was your first relationship after all, you even ‘forgot your jacket’ so that he would give you his. but, maybe, the people who said high school romance only lasts so long were correct.
winters in hyōgo were not for the faint of heart. the icy wind hitting your face made you wince, and the cold air made your shallow exhales condense. the cold left you shivering and numb, but left your heart toyed with, and your feelings raw.
—
maybe running would warm you up. after going a fair distance from the school, you sat down on a bench you found. the metal was cold. everything was cold. you brought your knees up to your chest and hugged them, it was your way of giving yourself a hug.
maybe he planned to leave you from the beginning. maybe he was never serious about it like you were. maybe you were the problem, maybe there was something wrong with you. were you too eager? too enthusiastic? too clingy? lost, you could feel tears welling up in your eyes and spilling down your bitterly cold cheeks.
at least your tears were warm.
—
it could’ve been a few minutes or even an hour since you found that bench; you hadn’t kept track of time since you were eagerly waiting your boyfriend (well, now your ex) outside the school gates. suddenly, you felt a jacket wrap around your figure, warmth instantly flowing back into your body.
there was a guy standing in front of you. before you looked up, he said,
“are you purposely trying to get pneumonia or something? you look like ice,” you recognised that voice; it was one you’d heard in your brother’s room so many times before.
why would suna, your brother’s best friend, be here? you lifted your head, your tear-streaked face catching his attention. there was a slight hint of worry in his almond-shaped eyes.
“woah, what happened? did your brother eat your last sweet or something?”
“my boyfriend broke up with me.” you said weakly.
“oh, that rat lookalike?” he questioned, sitting down next to you, warmth in his tone.
that comment made you giggle a little. suna smiled.
“we were supposed to go on a date after like, two weeks and then he just said he was done and left!” you cried.
suna guided your head to the crook of his neck, letting you cry into his shoulder.
you stayed like that for a while.
suna couldn’t lie; he always thought you were cute. in the beginning, he thought it was some kind of brotherly love since he saw you nearly every day, when he went to your brother’s house, but it had evolved into something else, now that you two were in the same high-school.
—
your crying soon subsided, you were just resting your head on suna’s shoulder— his hand was still resting on the nape of your neck. the smell of his cologne was comforting, but at the same time it made you dizzy, the warm notes of vanilla and musk flooding your senses. slowly, you raised your head when you had finally mustered up the courage, looking into his eyes; suna’s heart sped up a little. he wiped a residual tear from your face with his thumb, his hand resting on the side of your face for a little longer than it should’ve.
“don’t waste your tears on him, pretty girl. he doesn’t deserve it.” he got up from the cold bench, now warm.
the side of your face was warm. you ghosted over his touch.
“come on. i know an arcade near here. if i win you a teddy, will you feel better?” he said, pulling you up from the bench.
you blushed a little. getting up after him, and the air didn’t feel nearly as piercing as it did before.
“don’t tell your brother,” suna added, grabbing hold of your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours.
note atlas my love my life this may be my favourite thing i’ve written so far 🩷🩷 this felt like night by alice munro on the igcse edexcel english spec (this is extremely niche im sorry)
IM SOO IN LOVE WITH THIS U DID IT JUSTICEEE
“so…d’ya like it?”
suna rintarō’s eyebrow quirked up as he put down his phone to the sound of the front door closing and your voice, his eyes followed you as you bent down to his level, with him being sat at the loveseat in your living room.
you had gotten “a surprise” for him (according to your text messages). he felt his eyes widen in surprise as you stuck out your tongue jokingly at him— showcasing your brand new tongue piercing.
“wow.”
your eyebrows furrowed as you took a seat next to him on the couch and flicked him on the forehead, much to his dismay.
“really? ‘wow’ is all you’re gonna give me? i thought you’d be more excited about this, babe.” your lips formed into a pout (also much to his dismay) as you turned your head away from him and stood up to find solace in your shared kitchen. his eyes followed you as you did so.
he scoffed. you had such a bratty fucking attitude, a complete contrast to your rough exterior, if you can even call it that. with your arms being nothing but a canvas for the intricate and delicate tattoos permanently etched on your skin and the shiny silvers and golds piercing and decorating your ears (and eyebrow), he would have expected a bit more maturity from you, as fucking beautiful as you are. especially considering his new-found dilemma with your new piercing.
you faced the stove as you heated up some tea, gasping as you felt rintarō’s arms wrap around your stomach and his chin against your shoulder, feeling his breath against your neck, “c’mon baby, i didn’t mean it like that.” you felt utter goosebumps on your skin by hearing his voice, the velvety saccharine sound laced with vocal fry gave you whiplash.
you sucked your teeth, “well you just said wow, even though i thought you’d be more excited, y’know since i got it partially for you…” — you felt him his breath hitch and heard him chuckle lowly, with his fingers tracing shapes at the sides of your stomach.
“baby, please don’t do that. i’m happy you had me in mind but please.” — “i know but i at least expected you to show more reaction. you don’t know how bad i want to use it.”
you bit your lower lip to hide the gasp from leaving your lips, caused by rintarō kissing at your next and feeling his own tongue piercing, the cold metal against your hot skin.
words struggled to come out of your mouth as you felt his hands stray from your waist up to your breasts, as you felt him knead and play with them. you felt your eyes cloud with lust as his kisses along your neck only became more rough and passionate, your breath hitching. your eyes narrowed to the water, reaching its boiling point. you felt rintarō’s hand turn off the stove, spinning your body in front of him.
you looked up at him towering you, his calloused fingers brushing against your soft lips, his face looking solemn, “see you didn’t need to do that because how am i gonna survive if i can’t go long without kissing your lips.”
he led you backwards, pushing away the papers, and be seated onto of the island in front of the stove. his eyes darkened as he smiled lazily, playing with the hair framing your face, “please let me show you how grateful i am that i have you to love me.”
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dedicated to ml @rinsoap <3 (i hope it was okay ty for brainstorming w me 🙂↔️)
IM SO OBSESSED IM ACTUALLY SHAKINGGGG
so insanely late but happy belated birthday!!! 😭💜
AHHH THANK U ANGEL 🫶🏽
this is the man i want. i hate him
IM MAKING PROGRESS GUYS TRUST
