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Asshole

Suna x GN!Reader

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You frustratedly hung up the phone. This was the 4th time you’ve tried to reach Suna in the last 20 minutes. He was supposed to be 40 minutes ago.

You dialed his number again, tapping your foot.

“C’mon…” You bit your lip, hoping that this time he’d answer.

You could feel your cheeks hearing in anger as you heard the line go flat for the now 5th time tonight.

“Where is he…” You looking out the window, trying to see if he’s there.

You decide to text, not much certainty that he’d respond.

You sigh, embarrassed, contemplating whether or not you should just leave.

After another 10 minutes pass, you decide to collect your things and leave.

You were angry, embarrassed — but more than anything you were hurt.

This particular date wasn’t anything special, but it still hurt that he didn’t show up.

This was not the first time that he was late to a date, not by a long shot, but, the last time it did happen he promised that it would never happen again.

And the date before that.

And the date before that.

You were tired of him telling you empty promises just to get you to shut up and stop bringing it up.

You knew, that most likely, the reason that he blew you off was because he was at some bar with his old friends drinking like no tomorrow. Completely forgetting about what he promised you.

You opened the door to your shared apartment with Suna, ready to go to bed and wake up the next morning having to deal with Suna dismissing you, as usual.

You went into the bathroom, starting your skincare routine.

As you wet you face, you heard the sound of your front door opening and faint footsteps.

You dry your hands, going to the living room to investigate.

As you expected, there he was, sat on the couch trying to take of his shoes that seemed to just not budge.

You folded your arms, waiting for him to acknowledge your presence. Being impatient, you cleared your throat.

His head shot up, immediately noticing the fancy clothes that you had not yet token off.

“Y/N-”

“Save it,” You put up your hand, “How much longer is this going to go on? How much longer are you going to keep making empty promises?”

“Y/N, you’ve got to hear me out-”

You scoff, “I’m tired of ‘hearing you out’, Rin! I’m tired of you giving me the same excuses over and over,”

His eyebrows furrowed, obviously irritated.

“Well why do you keep excepting them then?”

You pause, thinking of an answer.

You honestly don’t know why.

“I honestly don’t know,” You laugh bitterly.

Silence.

You let out somewhat like of a laugh, “Y’know what? Forgot it. I’ll just planning dates because obviously you can’t handle the pressure of showing up.” You spit.

“Oh- now you’re just being dramatic, Y/N,” He stood, putting his hands on his hips.

Your eyes widen, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Dramatic? I’m being dramatic?!” You point at yourself.

“Yes, yes you are.”

“I- I can’t with you right now, Rin,” You throw you hands up in defeat.

He sucks his teeth, murmuring something under his breath.

You drag a hand down your face, frustrated.

“What did you say?”

He let out an insincere laugh, “Does it really matter? I know you’re just gonna forgive me by tomorrow,” He waves off.

Your mouth gapes, taken back. You didn’t know how to respond.

You couldn’t believe him.

You put your tongue to your cheek, trying to stop tears from falling.

“You know what, Rintaro? Fuck you! You are such an asshole!”

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[neomeza]

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

[neomeza]

Hello I am begging you guys please boost this if you can, this keeps happening an I am so tired of it

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Also realize that he is probably going to be executed in 28 days now since his execution is on April 9

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[neomeza]

Gift

tendou x reader

“thank you for the gift, satori.” you smiled down at your boyfriend, who was lying down with his head in your lap.

“of course, Y/N,”

he grabbed your hand from the plush blankets beneath you, giving you two pecks on your palm, making you smile.

“y’know satori, i got you a gift too,” you smiled down at him again.

he lifted his head from your lap, a hint of shock on his face.

“really? you got me a gift?”

“of course i did, satori. it is valentine’s day.” you giggle.

“i know but-”

“let me go get it!” you interrupted, pulling his head from your lap and started to rummage through your drawer.

tendou pouted.

“y/nnnnn” he dragged out. he sighed when you didn’t respond. he sat up.

“you know you didn’t have to get me anything, right? i’m completely content with being the giver.” he rubbed his nape awkwardly, not knowing how to respond to this type of affection.

he had never gotten a present on valentine’s day.

“well i wanted to give you something.” you said, finally finding what you were looking for.

“here.” you stretched out your arm so now the wrapped box was right in front of his face.

“y/n, you really didn’t have to-”

“shh!”

“y/n i’m being serious, i-”

“shh!”

“really, this is too much-”

“shh!” you put your finger over his mouth, shoving the little gift in a box into his hand.

“just take it, satori!”

“fine, fine..”

unwrapping the gift, he saw a ring box, he looked up at you, eyebrow raised. you only nodded, indicating for him to go on.

he opened the ring box, revealing two plain silver bands.

he looked up at you again, this time with a more curious look in his eyes.

“so we can match!” you brightly smiled.

you plopped down next to him, taking the bigger ring and slipping it onto his finger, him doing the same.

tendou looked down at the ring on his finger, smiling warmly to himself.

“do you like it?” you tried to meet his eyes.

he looked up.

“i love it, y/n.”

[neomeza]

requests something if you want

[neomeza]

Stay With Me

Bokuto x Reader

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You sighed, closing your eyes as you listened to the song on your record player replay for what felt like the 100th time. Slumping against your bed frame you huffed, looking around your room for something to occupy yourself with.

Your eyes land on your phone.

That’ll do, I guess

You took your phone off it’s charger, making sure it was at a decent percentage. You opened a random app, closing it soon after. You repeated this action, still not finding a cure to your boredom, you sighed again.

Just as you were about to put your phone down, it rang. You answered.

“Hello-”

“Hey! Y/N! How’re you? What’re you doing?” An eager voice asked you.

“Nothing...” You trailed off with a sigh.

The voice on the phone was your boyfriend, Bokuto. Your go-to person for solving your boredom.

He was a nice boy, very sensitive, very loving. He’d always give you some of his lunch, always walk you to class, always told you he loved you.

You almost felt bad, knowing you don’t feel the same. You just didn’t have the heart to tell him.

“Hey, Bokuto,” You cut him off.

“Do you...think you can come over?” You looked to the side, biting your lip.

“Of course! I’ll be there in ten!”

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Bokuto nuzzled into your neck, breathing in.

“Y/N” He breathed out, wrapping his hands around your waist.

“Yes, Bokuto,”

“I love you, you know that right?”

“Yes, Bokuto,”

You smiled, you loved this feeling. This feeling of companionship Bokuto gave you.

In that moment, you were unsure if you knew how you really felt about Bokuto. You appreciated him, sure, but not to the extent you could say it was love.

“Y/N,” Bokuto breathed out your name once more, this time with more sorrow in his tone.

He sat up, pulling his arms from your waist.

“I have to get going, I have practice in a few minutes.” He sheepishly grinned.

Your eyebrows furrowed. He couldn’t go just yet, not now. You wanted to say something, but you couldn’t find the words.

As Bokuto got closer to your door, you tried to find something to say.

“Bokuto, wait, I-”

He turned around, his amber eyes meeting yours.

Then you realized, you were sure.

No, you didn’t love Bokuto. But you did infact love the way he made you feel, loved. With him you had a companion. Someone to cure you of your boredom, your loneliness.

You didn’t love Bokuto, not in the way he seemed to love you.

Even so you wanted him to stay, his warm embrace, his compliments, his confessions of love.

You wanted his comfort to stay.

“Stay with me, please.”

[neomeza]

Easy

Kenma x Reader, pt2

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You layed in your bed facing your wall, ignoring the constant buzzing of your phone.

It had been a week since Kenma had admitted how “easy” you were. And for a week he had been trying to apologize, and for a week you’ve been hearing none of it.

He was blowing you up on almost every social media you had him on, since you had blocked his number. He kept texting you saying how sorry he was, how he didn’t mean it.

It was honestly annoying.

You were trying to get some sleep, partly to avoid him, but your phone kept buzzing with notifications, probably all from Kenma.

Huffing, you finally turn over, taking your phone off your nightstand. You skimmed through your notifications, dozens upon dozens of texts saying how sorry he was, and how he didn’t know how’d he go on without you. He was basically begging you to answer and respond.

You sighed, opening one of his messages. At that moment you got another notification.

y/n please listen to me. i know what i said he was wrong - rude. i shouldn’t have said all those things to you. i didn’t mean it i swear. i don’t know what made me say it but i didn’t mean it i stg. you’ve gotta believe me, y/n

You sighed, deciding to respond.

i’m sure you didn’t mean it kenma, but it sure did feel like it did.

As you were about to put your phone down, your phone started ringing. You let out an annoyed sigh, picking up.

“What do you want Kenma?” You hissed.

“Can I come over, Y/N?”

You scrunched your nose.

“Why? What do you want, Kenma?” You rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see.

“I- I just wanna talk in person, Y/N. Explain myself. Please, Y/N.” He pleaded.

You sighed again, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Fine. But when I tell you to leave, then you have to leave. Got that?”

“Y-Yeah! I’ll be there in 10,”

Kenma hung up the phone.

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You looked up as you heard a knock on your door, knowing it was Kenma.

You opened your door to be met with a on edge looking Kenma, him flashing you a shy smile.

Your face stayed unimpressed.

“So, you wanted to talk,” You left him at the door, “talk.” You plopped down in your bed, arms crossed.

“I- I just wanted to let you know that I didn’t mean anything that I said,”

“Mhm.”

“And that I was just mad and wasn’t thinking- but that’s not an excuse I know,”

“Mhm.”

“And- And- Y/N, you’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. And I don’t think I could live with myself if I knew I was the reason you left my life.”

“Mhm.”

Kenma sucked hus teeth, “Y/N I’m being serious! I’m really sorry!”

You scoffed, “Well I’m so sorry that I’m not so forgiving. This isn’t as easy as you’d thought it be, hm?” You sneered, now looking up at him as he was standing in front of you.

“Well- I’m sorry! Okay? Can you just- just- please forgive me, Y/N” He tried to meet your eyes.

You turned away from him, searching for something to look at besides him.

He kneeled down in front of you, placing his hand on knee.

“Baby,”

You breathed in.

“Baby, please, please forgive me. I’ll never say anything like that to you ever again, I promise.” Kenma tried to meet your eyes again, you turned away.

You let out a breath, “Fine,” You said.

“But we’re not getting back together,” You finally meet his eyes, seeing a sad look in them.

“At least not at this moment. We can be friends, and maybe you can win me back. Let’s see how easy that’ll be.”

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[neomeza]

Easy

Kenma x Reader

You loved your boyfriend so much. He was just so amazing. From his amazing sets on court, to his natural talent at video games.

He was just such an amazing boyfriend.

So of course, you felt the need to express your fondness of him. And you decided to do that through buying him gifts.

It was no secret how much kenma loved games, with the way you could always spot him playing some type of game on one of his many gaming devices.

Recently, all he had been talking about was getting this new rpg game for his switch. And being the good girlfriend that you are, you decided to get it for him!

Sure, it was a little expensive, costing about 60 dollars, but it was worth it!

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You walked up the stairs to Kenmas bedroom, had been let in by his mother.

You knocked on his door, eger to give him the presnet you had purchased for him.

No answer.

You knocked again.

And again.

And again.

Until you finally heard the sound of shuffling on the other side of the door. The doorknob twisted, eventually opening to reveal Kenma, with a slightly annoyed look on his face.

“What?” He asked somewhat harshly.

You didn’t mind though, he was probably just realky focused on his game.

“I have something for you KenKen!” You said, thrusting the bag you had put the game in.

“What is it?” He huffed.

“It’s that one game you kept talking about! I decided to get it for you!” You said, pushing passed him into his room.

He purked up, eyes widening.

“Really?” He asked, taking the bag out of your grasp and looking inside it.

“Yes really! Got it just for you!”

Kenma let out a small gasp in amazement, turning the cased game over and looking at the back, then the cover.

Eventually, his face dropped back to its nonchalant expression. He sat back down in the spot he was before, throwing the new game to the side.

You slightly pouted. You wanted to see him play the game!

“Kenma,”

No response.

“Kenma” You said in a more whiny tone.

“What?” He grunted.

“I wanna see you play the game,” You you said in a whiny tone.

Kenma sighed, “I will just- just give me a moment to finish this game.” He adjusted his position on the floor.

“But KenKen, I bought you that game and I wanna see you play!” You grabbed his shoulders.

“Please,” You drew out as you slightly shook his shoulders.

“Y/N!” Kenma yelled.

“I already told you that’d i’d play the game later, damn. You’re always bugging me. Fuck, do you ever shut up?”

I eyebrows furrowed.

“I- I- But Kenma-’’

“What part of ‘shut up’ do you not understand?”

“B-But-’’ You started to tear up.

“I-I’m just trying to be a good girl-girlfriend Ken-KenKen,” You sniffled, where was this coming from?

“Well maybe I don’t wanna be your boyfriend anymore Y/N!”

You took your hands off his shoulders.

“W-What?”

Kenma let out a dry chuckle.

“Don’t you understand, Y/N? I don’t like you. I never cared. The only reason I’m with you is because you do shit for me without me even having to ask, for example the game. I don’t even have to do that much convincing. You’re easy, Y/N. The only reason I’m with you, is because you’re easy,” Kenma spat harshly.

Your eyes watered with tears. Never liked you? Never cared? Easy?? Soon enough, tears were flowing down your cheeks.

“Kenma, I-’’

“Please, go. I can’t focus on my game.”

“I- Okay...if that’s what you want, Kenma,”

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[neomeza]

Drivers License (oikawa tooru x reader)

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You tapped your foot anxiously as waited. A few weeks ago you finally took your driving test. Your boyfriend, Tooru, had been teaching you how to drive for months. Letting you take his car around the neighborhood at night while music softly played. He was so excited for you the day you took drivers test. You can’t wait to tell him the results.

You checked the time on your phone, 3:15 pm, the time the mailman usually came. You peaked outside your bedroom window, seeing the big white truck you had been waiting on for days pulling into your street.

You rushed down stairs, quickly slipping on some shoes. You walked outside your door meeting the mail man. He looked up at you with a quirked eyebrow. You held out your hands for him to give you your mail.

There it was! A letter from the DMV!

“Thank you!” You rushed back into your house, the mailman giving you a quick wave as he walked back to his truck.

You dropped all the other envelopes onto your coffe table, quickly talking the envelope you wanted and running up stairs. You dropped onto your bed, egarly opening the letter. Your eyes lit up as you pulled out a little card with your name and picture on it with bold letters in the right corner that said drivers license.

You fell back into your bed, having to hold back a scream of excitement. You shot back up quickly. You had to tell tooru!

You sat back up and reached for your nightstand. As you searched for oikawas contact you couldn’t help but think of how excited he’d be to hear the news! He’d been talking about you getting your liscense for months. He’d be so proud! He was the one who taught you how to drive after all.

You tapped on his contact letting the phone ring.

Once

Twice

Three times.

That’s weird, he usually always picked up by the third ring. You looked at the time. 3:20 he should be done with practice by now...

You shrugged, it wasn’t unlike him to practice overtime.

Usually you’d be sad that you couldn’t tell him, but it’s ok, you have your drivers license now! You can just drive the the gymnasium!

You hurriedly walked to your closet, wanting to put on something nice. You grabbed the keys to your moms car, yelling to her where you were going.

The whole way there you could barely contain your excitement, practically bouncing in your seat. You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face!

You pulled into the gymnasium, and quickly parked. You entered the gym and looked around. Tooru wasn’t there. Weird.

You spotted Iwaizumi and Matsukawa sitting in the corner of the gym. You walked up to them. “Hey guys! Have you seen Tooru today? I got my drivers license and I want to tell him!”

“Oh uh...he left practice early today, Y/N,” Matsukawa informed.

Very werid. That’s not like him at all.

“Oh...” You scratched the back of your neck.

“Well if you see him telling him I was looking for him!” You walked out of the gym. “Of course,” Iwaizumi said.

“Oh! And congratulations, Y/N!”

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You had looked everywhere, and even texted him. No response. You couldn’t find him anywhere.

You had called him multiple times and he hadn’t picked up.

It was 4:00pm now, he should be home by now. You decided to drive by his house to see if he was there.

As you pulled into you saw him. You rolled down to say hi, and then you saw.

There Tooru was, holding hand with a girl. A girl you regconized, Asami. One of his fan girls.

You had always felt insecure about Tooru’s fan girls, especially her. She was smart, very pretty, and fit perfectly with Tooru.

You couldn’t believe him. You had told him about the way his fangirls make you feel, and here he is, holding hands with one of them and talking her to his house.

You pulled out of his street, crying.

[neomeza]

ITS HIS MF BIRTHDAY🎉 🥳 ‼️

i miss him so much it doenst make any sense😟 this mf debuted like a month ago and he’s alr always on my mind😔‼️ he’s just so cutejsshjshssjhsjs - THE MESSAGE HE SENT CZENNIES. BANG BANG BANG JES SO FREAKSIJG ADOREABLE i love him loml🥺🥺❤️❤️