guys i know i said i would fulfill a request in my previous post but honestly, i’ve just been thinking of deleting this app to take a break from it all.
i’m way too busy with my classes and tests are right around the corner. im swamped with assignments and i don’t think it’ll be good for me to continue pumping out works and ideas while dealing with all this, as well as my part-time job.
if i did try to make more content, i can definitely confirm that they will be very short and not as high quality as i want all my fics to be. so it’s not fair for me or you guys to read very low quality and honestly kinda of shìtty posts from me because i just don’t have the time or energy.
so last night i was thinking of taking an indefinite hiatus from this app. maybe i’ll be active sometimes to chat with moots or read other stuff but it’s unlikely.
i apologise to the annon who requested and anyone else thinking of requesting but i’m sure that once im ready to come back on this app, i’ll be able to write your requests with maximum effort. thank u guys for ur support! 🥹💗
(P.S. you don’t really need to interact with this post, this’ll just be an announcement😓)
Hello, i checked ur last post and u said requests are open, i hope i didn't misunderstood
Anw, can i request Akabane Karma (if u write for him, if u don't, that's ok, feel free to ignore this) with fem! Reader who always takes nap on his lap whenever they sit during lunch break under a tree?
Again, feel free to ignore this if u don't write for him or if u don't feel like it
Have a nice day/night
aww ty for requesting 💗 no misunderstanding here ur good!! anyways, yes i can probably whip u something like a drabble but i wont guarantee that it’s going to be published quick 😞
(not-so) chef! gojo who offers to take over cooking dinner when he realises you’ve been doing more of the housework.
(not-so) chef! gojo who hypes himself up while placing the pan on the stove and turning the heat on to mid-high.
(not-so) chef! gojo who convinces you that he can, in his words, “make a life-changing dinner that will change the world’s cooking standards”, convinced that the basic eggs and sandwiches he’s made as a snack before can help back his experience up.
(not-so) chef! gojo who hears a ding! from his phone and wipes his hand on his “kiss the chef” apron to check his notifications, soon getting distracted and going on tiktok to spam suguru with slideshows and videos of who knows what. (probably brainrot)
(not-so) chef! gojo who whips his head at the sound of your concerned voice.
“uh, satoru? do you smell something burning?” you poke your head out from the room, sniffing. the albino haired man furrows his eyebrows, smelling the toasty scent wafting through the air.
he tilts his head, “yea.. is something actually burning? wonder what,” he trails off before shrugging it off and scrolling on his phone again.
a few beats of silence pasts before he jolts, almost dropping his phone in the process. “OH I’M COOKING? OOPS,” he barks out a nervous laugh and hurriedly turns the heat down.
he smiles nervously, sweating slightly when he turns to look over his shoulder and sees you shaking your head in disappointment with an unamused expression. (he hears a familiar girlish cackle in the opposite room and deadpans.)
(not-so) chef! gojo who, that night, serves you and his roommates, suguru and shoko, a plate of burned katsu beside some slightly cold rice.
(not-so) chef! gojo who gets an earful from you with suguru and shoko laughing at him in the background.
ik its cannon that gojo’s good at everything he does but like ik this man’s attention span when it comes to cooking is like a 5 year olds 😭
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you’ve known satoru since your highschool days. although that was years ago, the bond that you both share is an irreplaceable and unbreakable one.
many things have changed after all those years; your hair, his hair, your style, his style.
yet many things have also stayed the same. for example, the memories you both shared and the feelings you both harboured for each other. and if there’s one thing that definitely stayed the same and never made an effort to change was..
satoru’s constant need for attention.
“come onnnnn,” your white haired companion pouts, dragging his words exhaustedly. “when was the last time we were ever sent on a mission together? don’t you w’na enjoy this limited time you have with me?”
you sigh, trying to shake off his arms off of your arm as he clings onto you like a koala. “get off of me, i can’t concentrate like this!” you try to pry his arms off, even though you’re not completely against the feeling of his skin on yours. (you have to remain professional though)
he shakes his head, “no thanks- and why would you need to concentrate on anything other than yours truly?” he lifts his chin up with a proud expression.
“because yours truly has an insufferable face!” you quip, shoving his face away lightly. he huffs before moving his head to rest on your shoulder.
“aww, you love this face though.”
you scoff before retorting, “do i? i’d love a curses’ face more than yours!” you gently shove his face away from yours to create distance, hoping he doesn’t see the small smile on your lips.
spoiler alert: he definitely does.
#geto suguru !
be able to see him, and not just his strength
suguru geto is many things — a strong and talented sorcerer, a handsome young man, the best friend of satoru gojo, etcetera.
but suguru geto to you is more than that, more than a weapon. to you, suguru is like rain. he’s the calm and soft patters on your window, the rhythmic patterns of droplets that tap gently on the ground and he’s the soothing sensation that washed away all your negativity.
but like rain, it’s always shooed away by the sun. thankfully, the cloud is always there to provide a space for the rain to do its thing.
suguru geto doesn’t like to be seen vulnerable, that’s one thing you know for certain. he has to be the strongest with satoru, he has to be the voice of reason.
but with you, things are different. he doesn’t have to always be the strongest with you. he doesn’t have to always be the voice of reason. with you, he’s just suguru. he’s free to let his true emotions be seen.
so when days like this are particularly taking more of a toll on him, he knows you’ll be there to help him. because that’s the thing with you, you’re always there.
you’re there to hold his head close to your chest and intertwine your fingers together in a tight lock. you’ll wipe his teary eyes with a tender, featherlight touch.
“it’s going to be okay, i’m here. i’m always here,” you whisper softly, carding your fingers through his messy hair.
the hair that once was always neatly tied back was now messy in your grasp, just like he was. with you, he doesn’t need to tie his hair back, he can just let it flow as it wants to.
#nanami kento !
go on late walks and talks with him
if there’s one thing anyone agrees on when it comes to kento, it’s that he’s a professional guy. he’s formal, stoic and has a seemingly unbreakable poker face.
he’s strict and follows a very tight schedule with no room for error or distractions.
actually, scratch that. he has room for one distraction.
kento knows he should be in bed, sleeping to regain energy he’s been drained of (thanks to a certain albino) and recharge for the next day. so why is he so easily giving into one of your bright ideas?
said bright idea is going out for a walk at 2:30 am.
he’s aware of the consequences this little act might cause to his unforgiving schedule because running on two and a half hours of sleep while exorcising curses isn’t something people would enjoy.
he says its risky and a waste of time but something he wont admit is how he absolutely loves times like this. times where you both can let loose about the struggles of being a sorcerer and just take a breath of fresh air.
he loves how carefree and optimistic you can be while he’s sluggishly trailing after you, his wrist in your grip while you drag him to the exact same place at the exact same time you both go to every week.
then you chat his ear off about the next mission yaga plans to send you on and quickly switch topics about this new yoga and pilates class you’re interested in. he, in turn, listens and sometimes chimes in to add a snarky and backhanded comment on something to make you laugh.
and thus, the cycle repeats. but unlike his repeating routine, kento actually enjoys this cycle.
he wont and probably will never admit it until he deems it not as embarrassing anymore but he enjoys these times you both share.
“ken? heeeeyyy, are you even listening?” you drag out some of the words before reaching over to poke his cheek. he swats your hand away and you chuckle.
he grunts, adjusting his position so he’s slightly closer to you. “i was, i think i just spaced out a bit, don’t mind it. what were you saying about some upside down dog croissants?”
the corners of his mouth twitches upwards when you roll your eyes and groan. “it’s called the downward dog and i said i found out about it while eating croissants at that one bakery you told me about!”
yea, maybe this wasn’t such a distraction after all. he’s sure he can squeeze in some time for times like this in his schedule, totally not because he enjoys it or anything.
AINT NO WAY JJK ENDED VRO 😭😭 BRING THEM BACKK😞 kinda made suguru’s a bit poetic butttt he deserves love too 💗
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i know this would never take off, because trying to get a group of people on tumblr to do something is like herding cats, but could the x reader fandom agree on a collective tag to use for ambiguous drabble-style posts with multiple character names at the bottom? e.g. ‘#adapt drabbles’ or ‘#archetype drabbles’ or something along those lines, just so that people who don’t like reading them can block the tag (and that those who do can follow it!)
(for clarity, i’m referring to the post style which is roughly as follows:)
[a piece of text — usually a description or short passage of some sort, using the characters’ pronouns but without specifying a name]
CHARACTER, character, character, character, CHARACTER, character, CHARACTER, character + your favs!
i sometimes write these types of works and i guess i never really took into account how it could potentially drown out more detailed and just generally more effort-consuming fics 😭
im honestly down for this, it’s just a matter of figuring out what tag(s) to use to easily identify them. if theres some sort of agreement on a tag, i’ll definitely participate in it ☺️
normally when you tuck yourself into bed with your lover, you expect him to snuggle into you immediately as he’s done many times.
so why was he scooting away from you instead? and why is he looking at you like he wants to fight?
you blink once and twice before looking at him quizzically. your lover is a man that is undoubtedly and obviously whipped for you, so why now is he acting like it’s the opposite?
“what are you doing?” you finally ask after multiple beats of silence. you watch him turn his head to the side and scoff, his glare intensifying at your arms.
or rather, what was nestled in it.
he narrows his eyes, “there’s an impostor here.”
you quirk an eyebrow, confused, before following his gaze down to your lap.
“why do you have that thing?” he side eyes the big plushie you’re hugging close to your chest.
oh. so that’s what this was about?
you sigh a bit dramatically, amused. “this ‘thing’ is comfortable to sleep with,” you mock his tone, gesturing to the plushie. “plus, he’s literally custom made to look like you.”
he scoffs before crossing his arms. “it’s custom made to look like me? but all it looks like is a filthy homewrecker!”
you laugh, shoulders shaking while he gapes at you (even though you can see the upward quirks of his lips as his facade threatens to break).
“this is no laughing matter, my dear wife!”
he lifts up his hand to point accusingly at the plushie that looks like his clone. “and you! why are you trying to ruin our relationship, huh?” he pokes his face repeatedly, each time putting more and more force.
“you wont take my wife, you hear me?!”
you giggle, watching the amusing interaction play out. “i can’t believe you’re seriously upset over something like this.”
he stops after processing your words. his gaze darkens a little and he reaches both his arms out to shakily grasp your shoulders. “honey, this is a serious situation! this thing is trying to ruin our lives!” he frowns, shaking you slightly.
“you’re a clown.”
“wh- hey!”
“it’s just a plushie, it can’t do anything wrong.”
“oh, so i’m the bad guy now, is that it? sorry for protecting our marriage then!”
you purse your lips to prevent anymore laughter to spill out and provoke your husband to poke the innocent plushie more. “baby, let’s just go to sleep, alright?”
his eyes soften when you reach out to pull his arm closer to you but suddenly narrows at the plushie still on your lap, his favourite pillow.
“sure, on one condition,” he states before picking the plushie up and throwing it out of the bedroom, quickly locking the door.
(you never saw that plushie again and he claims he has nothing to do with it.)
— (bllk) nagi (with more emotion n energy😭), reo (genshin) wriothesely, kaeya, childe, kaveh, itto, ayato (i can see it a lil) (star rail) sampo, jing yuan, caelus (haikyuu) suna, atsumu, kuroo, oikawa (jjk) gojo, geto (maybe), yuji, inumaki (if he could talk properly) (kny) douma, zenitsu (om) mammon, asmo
i’ve seen A LOT of drabbles like this but im not sure if anyone did this exact thing 😭 btw sch is starting real soon so ill be on n off on this app 🫢 this isnt edited yet 🥹
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SYP — local idiot develops a crush on the campus’ sweetheart and attempts to fight off anyone else out for her heart. (beach version!)
GEN. — fluff, crack
WARN. — satoru is an idiot in love, implied fem!reader, you wear a bikini/two piece swimsuit and have long hair, no curse au, current modern slang and humor used, 2008 satoru so everybody introduced is a teen (18-19)
NOTES — have this sincs summer break’s almost over 😼 um so were not gna talk abt how i didnt explain how reader’s the school’s sweetheart js let me have this kay 😞✊ not proofread yet cz its 12:20am
“guys, the love of my life is right there. i gotta lock in,” the white haired teen states, keeping his eyes trained on your figure who’s clad in a two piece bathing suit before unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his toned body.
both of his close friends groaned, one pinching his nose-bridge and the other rolling her eyes.
“um, im sensing a lot of negativity here and not enough support,” satoru scoffs, putting his sunglasses back on.
“you can’t seriously expect us to support someone who can’t even act normal within a mile radius of his long time hallway crush,” suguru chuckles sarcastically.
“oh, suguru,” satoru dreamily sighs, wrapping an arm around his black haired friend’s shoulder. “sweet, inexperienced, rude, blunt, unsupportive-”
“oh, just get on with it,” he grimaces at his friends’ theatrics.
“you don’t know what love is like i do,” satoru sighs, wiping and invisible tear.
“is love being a chicken and unable to talk to his crush without malfunctioning?” shoko chimes in, licking her popsicle.
she chuckles when she spots a look of disbelief and utter betrayal on her friend’s face. she watches in amusement as satoru stares with his mouth agape and shakes his head vigorously before scowling at her.
“you guys seriously don’t get it! she’s not just a crush, she’s the lo-”
“hey guys! i heard something about a crush?” you interject, walking towards the chattering trio.
“oh yea, satoru needs some advice, you know,” suguru shrugs, smirking when the now frozen satoru looks at him with an expression that just screams, ‘please don’t say anything.’
“he’s into someone deeply,” he chuckles, nudging his friend closer to you.
you hum, turning to look at the white haired male. “oh! maybe i can help. my friends say i give good advice,” you smile and nod.
satoru gulps, heart beating faster and pale cheeks flushing pink. he can’t help but observe how beautiful you look, hair done up into a messy bun and wearing a bathing suit that compliments the colour of your skin.
he can feel himself open his mouth just to close it again, unable to form any coherent sentences.
“he’s positively and utterly hopeless,” his friends think simultaneously, watching the scene before them with a sweatdrop and a deadpan.
“guys, i blew it.”
“yea, you did.”
“without a doubt.”
satoru scowls and glares at his friends who were innocently shrugging and looking away. he sighs, his head on his fist as he watches you chat excitedly with another guy who’s clearly into you.
“satoru? are you okay?” you worriedly asked, taking note of his flushed cheeks and clammy hands. “do you not want my advice?”
“no, i- uh,” he stutters, stumbling over his words.
suguru looks at his friend weirdly before turning to you. “he’s probably just having a heatstroke.”
you blink before nodding, taking satoru’s hand and placing a cool water bottle in his grasp. “here, take my water then. get some rest and i’ll check in with you later. bye guys!” you wave, taking another quick glance at the malfunctioning cerulean eyed boy before walking away.
“yea, there’s no hope for you, satoru. you’re so down bad,” shoko shakes her head, taking a sip of the bottle you gave him. “oh wow, she gave you those expensive fruit sparkling ones. you’re special, i guess.”
this seems to cheer him up as he almost bounced up to sit up straighter. he whips her head to shoko then to suguru. “you think that? i stand a chance?” he asks, pointing to himself with a grin.
“dude, calm down. it’s just sparkling fruit water-” suguru tries to use common sense but he’s shut down by satoru’s shuffling to stand up.
“hush, this may be a sign, suguru.”
“you’re kidding me,” he sighs, facepalming as he watches his best friend march over to you.
he looks tiredly towards shoko, who innocently sticks out her tongue. “chill, suguru. he just needs a lil push.”
satoru hates the way that guy is looking at you. he knows who he is, sharing most of his classes with the guy. and the blue eyed teen knows how in practically every class he shares with the guy, he’s thinking about you.
he’s seen it all. he’s seen how he doodles in his notebook your name with a heart. he’s seen how every lunch, that same guy tries shooting his shot with you, trying to get your number and pathetically failing every single time.
if anything, that guy may like you more than satoru does. keyword, may.
“oh, it’s you again,” you chuckle nervously, backing up a little when the same guy who’s been trying to score a date with you for the past 2 months walks up to you.
said guys shrugs, flashing you a grin before looking you up and down. “you look good as always,” he laughs breathily.
you try your best to give him a polite smile, “ah, thank you.”
“aww, no compliment for me?”
“oh, sorry! i just don’t really know you that much so..”
“ohh, that’s fine. if you agree on a date though, you’ll get to know me a lot better-”
THWACK!!
the guy in front of you groans, rubbing the back of his head before scowling at the people behind him. “who did that?” he yells, stomping away to track down who threw a blue sandal at his head.
you grimace before thanking the lords that he’s finally away from you.
“hey,” satoru says, strolling over to greet you. “i swear, every time i see you, he’s always tryna get your number.”
you initially flinch in surprise before relaxing instantly upon recognising your white haired friend. you sigh before nodding and turning to face him, “yea, it’s getting really annoying now.” you shake your head before looking up at him.
“he can’t take the hint, for real.” he chuckles, before picking up the thrown sandal and shaking the sand off of it before slipping it back on his left foot.
“i guess you owe me now,” he smiles smugly, stuffing his hands in his pockets as you smile in realisation.
you giggle, covering your mouth with your right hand. “so you’re my knight in shining armor,” you grin.
satoru reaches out a hand to bring down your own that covers your smile. “don’t cover your smile, it’s pretty,” he murmurs, pulling his hand back to rub his nape.
you blink, processing his words before blushing and smiling bashfully. “well, thank you, gojo satoru.”
he smiles softly, bright eyes glancing at your lips every now and then. surprisingly, you notice this and shift closer to him, breathing out a laugh when you hear his breath hitch.
“i guess i do owe you, huh?” you teasingly look up at him before taking his phone out of his hand and adding your number in it.
you give him his phone back while he still looks at you dumbfounded. “you should call me sometime, yea?” you smile up at him before buttoning a button on his hawaiian shirt and walking away.
the white haired male watches you walk away with his mouth agape before hurriedly checking his phone whether or not you actually did put your number in his contacts.
“yo, did it work? did you finally bag the love of your life?” shoko whistles, slapping the back of his head before suguru walks over.
suguru observes his best friends pink cheeks and big smile before chuckling and shoving an ice cream cone in one of his hands. “look at his face. he probably did somehow,” he says shaking his head with a smirk.
“she’s the one, suguru.”
“for the love of- we’re not having this conversation again.”
“girl, are you kidding me? she already gave you her number so just call her!” shoko groans, hitting her friend’s head.
“im not a girl shoko,” satoru hisses, rubbing the spot she hit. “im a man.”
“a man who can’t dial the number of the girl he likes?”
“suguru, whose side are you on?!”
@xyaehir 2024. this is my content. do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3
SYP — local idiot develops a crush on the campus’ sweetheart and attempts to fight off anyone else out for her heart. (beach version!)
GEN. — fluff, crack
WARN. — satoru is an idiot in love, implied fem!reader, you wear a bikini/two piece swimsuit and have long hair, no curse au, current modern slang and humor used, 2008 satoru so everybody introduced is a teen (18-19)
NOTES — have this since summer break’s almost over 😼 um so were not gna talk abt how i didnt explain how reader’s the school’s sweetheart js let me have this kay 😞✊ not proofread yet
“guys, the love of my life is right there. i gotta lock in,” the white haired teen states, keeping his eyes trained on your figure who’s clad in a two piece bathing suit before unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his toned body.
both of his close friends groaned, one pinching his nose-bridge and the other rolling her eyes.
“um, im sensing a lot of negativity here and not enough support,” satoru scoffs, putting his sunglasses back on.
“you can’t seriously expect us to support someone who can’t even act normal within a mile radius of his long time hallway crush,” suguru chuckles sarcastically.
“oh, suguru,” satoru dreamily sighs, wrapping an arm around his black haired friend’s shoulder. “sweet, inexperienced, rude, blunt, unsupportive-”
“oh, just get on with it,” he grimaces at his friends’ theatrics.
“you don’t know what love is like i do,” satoru sighs, wiping an invisible tear.
“is love being a chicken and unable to talk to his crush without malfunctioning?” shoko chimes in, licking her popsicle.
she chuckles when she spots a look of disbelief and utter betrayal on her friend’s face. she watches in amusement as satoru stares with his mouth agape and shakes his head vigorously before scowling at her.
“you guys seriously don’t get it! she’s not just a crush, she’s the lo-”
“hey guys! i heard something about a crush?” you interject, walking towards the chattering trio.
“oh yea, satoru needs some advice, you know,” suguru shrugs, smirking when the now frozen satoru looks at him with an expression that just screams, ‘please don’t say anything.’
“maybe you can help him,” he suggests, nudging his friend closer to you.
you hum, turning to look at the white haired male. “oh! my friends say i give good advice so maybe i can help,” you smile and nod.
satoru gulps, heart beating faster and pale cheeks flushing pink. he can’t help but observe how beautiful you look, hair done up into a messy bun and wearing a bathing suit that compliments the colour of your skin.
he can feel himself open his mouth just to close it again, unable to form any coherent sentences.
“he’s positively and utterly hopeless,” his friends think simultaneously, watching the scene before them with a sweatdrop and a deadpan.
“guys, i blew it.”
“yea, you did.”
“without a doubt.”
satoru scowls and glares at his friends who were innocently shrugging and looking away. he sighs, his head on his fist as he watches you chat excitedly with another guy who’s clearly into you.
“satoru? are you okay?” you worriedly asked, taking note of his flushed cheeks and clammy hands. “do you not want my advice?”
“no, i- uh,” he stutters, stumbling over his words.
suguru looks at his friend weirdly before turning to you. “he’s probably just having a heatstroke.”
you blink before nodding, taking satoru’s hand and placing a cool water bottle in his grasp. “here, take my water then. get some rest and i’ll check in with you later. bye guys!” you wave, taking another quick glance at the malfunctioning cerulean eyed boy before walking away.
“yea, there’s no hope for you, satoru. you’re so down bad,” shoko shakes her head, taking a sip of the bottle you gave him. “oh wow, she gave you those expensive fruit sparkling ones. you’re special, i guess.”
this seems to cheer him up as he almost bounced up to sit up straighter. he whips her head to shoko then to suguru. “you think that? i stand a chance?” he asks, pointing to himself with a grin.
“dude, calm down. it’s just sparkling fruit water-” suguru tries to use common sense but he’s shut down by satoru’s shuffling to stand up.
“hush, this may be a sign, suguru.”
“you’re kidding me,” he sighs, facepalming as he watches his best friend march over to you.
he looks tiredly towards shoko, who innocently sticks out her tongue. “chill, suguru. he just needs a lil push.”
satoru hates the way that guy is looking at you. he knows who he is, sharing most of his classes with the guy. and the blue eyed teen knows how in practically every class he shares with the guy, he’s thinking about you.
he’s seen it all. he’s seen how he doodles in his notebook your name with a heart. he’s seen how every lunch, that same guy tries shooting his shot with you, trying to get your number and pathetically failing every single time.
if anything, that guy may like you more than satoru does. keyword, may.
“oh, it’s you again,” you chuckle nervously, backing up a little when the same guy who’s been trying to score a date with you for the past 2 months walks up to you.
said guys shrugs, flashing you a grin before looking you up and down. “you look good as always,” he laughs breathily.
you try your best to give him a polite smile, “ah, thank you.”
“aww, no compliment for me?”
“oh, sorry! i just don’t really know you that much so..”
“ohh, that’s fine. if you agree on a date though, you’ll get to know me a lot better-”
THWACK!!
the guy in front of you groans, rubbing the back of his head before scowling at the people behind him. “who did that?” he yells, stomping away to track down who threw a blue sandal at his head.
you grimace before thanking the lords that he’s finally away from you.
“hey,” satoru says, strolling over to greet you. “i swear, every time i see you, he’s always tryna get your number.”
you initially flinch in surprise before relaxing instantly upon recognising your white haired friend. you sigh before nodding and turning to face him, “yea, it’s getting really annoying now.” you shake your head before looking up at him.
“he can’t take the hint, for real.” he chuckles, before picking up the thrown sandal and shaking the sand off of it before slipping it back on his left foot.
“i guess you owe me now,” he smiles smugly, stuffing his hands in his pockets as you smile in realisation.
you giggle, covering your mouth with your right hand. “so you’re my knight in shining armor,” you grin.
satoru reaches out a hand to bring down your own that covers your smile. “don’t cover your smile, it’s pretty,” he murmurs, pulling his hand back to rub his nape.
you blink, processing his words before blushing and smiling bashfully. “well, thank you, gojo satoru.”
he smiles softly, bright eyes glancing at your lips every now and then. surprisingly, you notice this and shift closer to him, breathing out a laugh when you hear his breath hitch.
“i guess i do owe you, huh?” you teasingly look up at him before taking his phone out of his hand and adding your number in it.
you give him his phone back while he still looks at you dumbfounded. “you should call me sometime, yea?” you smile up at him before buttoning a button on his hawaiian shirt and walking away.
the white haired male watches you walk away with his mouth agape before hurriedly checking his phone whether or not you actually did put your number in his contacts.
“yo, did it work? did you finally bag the love of your life?” shoko whistles, slapping the back of his head before suguru walks over.
suguru observes his best friends pink cheeks and big smile before chuckling and shoving an ice cream cone in one of his hands. “look at his face. he probably did somehow,” he says shaking his head with a smirk.
“she’s the one, suguru.”
“for the love of- we’re not having this conversation again.”
“girl, are you kidding me? she already gave you her number so just call her!” shoko groans, hitting her friend’s head.
“im not a girl shoko,” satoru hisses, rubbing the spot she hit. “im a man.”
“a man who can’t dial the number of the girl he likes?”
“suguru, whose side are you on?!”
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Help me spread the word about what is happening in my country.I don't want to cry anymore thinking about what is going to happen to my family, or my friends. Many in my generation have committed suicide due to the desperation of the current crisis, others have left their university careers to go to work at an early age for a starvation wage. Please, I just want to stop suffering, I don't want to cry anymore, I just want a normal adolescence for all young people. My people need FREEDOM.
I have sought refuge with you because of the devastating war that caused me to lose my home and my mother and we were displaced from one place to another and lost my children's future and there is a severe shortage of basic materials,
I have sought refuge with you so that I can provide a decent and safe life for me and my family consisting of my wife and my children Yasser, Omar, Maryam, Jana and Sarah, each of them has dreams but unfortunately they have lost hope and despair is controlling them,
I hope that you will stand by us either by donating if possible or sharing widely,
Thank you very much
🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸❤🤍💚🖤
noting that my son Omar has a Tumblr account under the name @m430235341 and it was checked and I had an account under the name @mohammadayyad and it was also checked but I was surprised today that it was banned so today I created a new account under the name @mohammadyaser1980, please check it and thank you 5, @mohammadayyad’s fundraiser. As of posting they’ve been able to raise €12,143 of their €35,000 goal.This fundraiser has been vetted by @/inthefaceofada
https://gofund.me/e7c7528a
Spreading the news on your situation. This is the link to the gofundme. Anyone who comes across this post, please help to donate and/or spread.
Praying for your safety and situation, hope it gets better!
Hello, I hope you and your family are well. Can you please help me recycle the post on my account? 🌺 And help rescue my family from the war in Gaza? 🙏🙏
Hello everyone, I am Karam Al Nabih from Gaza. All my dreams have been shattered now in Gaza. I am a software engineer in my last semester, but now my home, my dreams, and my university have been destroyed.
All my dreams have been destroyed 😞 I hope you share , support and donate
Repoooost & donate please after read my story, that's urgent! 🇵🇸🍉
Please don't skip helping me and my sick mother to rebuild our lives. Any donation, even a small one, will make a difference 🙏🙏
Donate even if it is 10 euros or 15 euros or more، The smallest donation makes a difference in my life
I sincerely appreciate your help and look forward to your continued support🥺❤️
https://gofund.me/7c433301
Vatted by @nabulsi @90-ghost
Please donate or share help me reach my goal
Spreading to try and help your situation! To anyone who sees this, please help to donate or spread this post by reposting.
This is their gofundme link. Praying for you guys and your situation to get better! 🙏🇵🇸
My family is still staying in half of the church that wasn’t affected by the bombing because there is nowhere else to stay other than tents. They are limited to one small meal a day and one shower a week. They are sleeping on the floors, but no one can sleep since there is bombing everywhere around them. Even when there is no bombing, they can still hear the loud buzzing sound of the military planes above them, which would keep anyone who hears it awake. Along with everything, My grandma has diabetes and osteoporosis, so she can’t walk. She has to take her insulin medication along with many others; however, she has run out of many of her medications.” Am on my knees requesting for donation. Target $450
Spreading this to help! To anyone who comes across this, please help and donate what you can. I’m unable to donate currently but I will try and spread this to make up for it.
This is the donation link. Once again, the target is $450. Click on their profile to find out more about the situation. Praying for you guys and your safety.
sitting in bed, thinking about suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro.
like the second he’s added into his volleyball groupchat, kita’s writing some long and detailed paragraphs about their new training regimen to practice for their next match.
suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro taps on the notification and just stares for a good 10 seconds before leaving his message on seen and switching his phone off to go nap somewhere.
then the next day rolls around and he’s completely clueless about the new routine and frankly slightly worried about the long earful of a lecture kita’s going to give him.
but when you send him 3 detailed and double-spaced paragraphs ranting about what put you in a bad mood, suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro is suddenly suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro.
suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro is immediately replying at the speed of light with his own paragraphs about how baffled he is that all those things happened to you.
and then atsumu does the same thing and suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro is back to suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro, reacting to his 8 paragraphs with a thumbs up.
if u tell me someone already thought of this istg. anyways, i love this middle blocker sm i need him to be WHIPPED and giving special treatment 😣
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sitting in bed, thinking about suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro.
like the second he’s added into his volleyball groupchat, kita’s writing some long and detailed paragraphs about their new training regimen to practice for their next match.
suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro taps on the notification and just stares for a good 10 seconds before leaving his message on seen and switching his phone off to go nap somewhere.
then the next day rolls around and he’s completely clueless about the new routine and frankly slightly worried about the long earful of a lecture kita’s going to give him.
but when you send him 3 detailed and double-spaced paragraphs ranting about what put you in a bad mood, suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro is suddenly suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro.
suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro is immediately replying at the speed of light with his own paragraphs about how baffled he is that all those things happened to you.
and then atsumu does the same thing and suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro is back to suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro, reacting to his 8 paragraphs with a thumbs up.
if u tell me someone already thought of this istg. anyways, i love this middle blocker sm i need him to be WHIPPED and giving special treatment 😣
@xyaehir 2024. This is my content. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated! <3
