Cant Stand A Man Who Feels Repulsed By Dating His Own Race Bro
cant stand a man who feels repulsed by dating his own race bro
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akaashi crushing on you ✮₊⊹✧⋆
ok here’s a cute little smau i made of akaashi crushing on you!! ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)
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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.
taglist open ! chat i (finally) learned how to use the html text omg spidy rinnie art by @/shirkori on twt <3
©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !
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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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
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
★ 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
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 !
profiles ( ´ཀ` )
y/n's sugar bbys JSC WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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chaps ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
01 - get over it!!
02 - ???
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
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?
@cherrysurf chat i jsut realised ive been forgetting to tag u hello!????????!!!
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.
Our life was normal and full of optimism, and we had big ambitions.I worked in smartphone programming at City Phone. I was happy with my job, and our dreams were focused on building a bright and beautiful future for our children. We had a large, beautiful home that sheltered us, full of many wonderful memories.
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.
Pictures of a house when it is partially destroyed
Pictures of the house after it was hit by a missile and completely destroyed
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.
We are now seeking a chance to live in a safe place outside of Gaza. However, our only hope now is to escape this ongoing hell and find a safe haven for our family. This requires significant financial costs, as border crossing fees amount to $5,000 per adult and $2,500 per child, a sum I cannot afford on my own.
Every donation, no matter the amount, whether $10 or $20, will have a significant impact on our lives. Your contributions will help cover the costs of travel and living in a safe country. We hope to start a new life away from fear and destruction and give our children a new opportunity to dream and hope. Our children deserve to live in safety
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