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SERIES MASTERLIST

main masterlist

note: only adding to this masterlist when a certain prompt has 3 or more separate posts or if I plan on continuing the series!!

warning: prompts with * next to them indicate angst or hurt/comfort!

being their beloved manager

Karasuno . Aoba Johsai . Nekoma . Fukurodani

Shiratorizawa . Inarizaki . MSBY

seeing their manager in a bunny outfit

Inarizaki, Shiratorizawa . Karasuno, Nekoma . Aoba Johsai, Fukurodani

when their crush participates in a date auction

Iwaizumi, Suna, Kuroo . Sakusa, Akaashi, Bokuto . Ushijima, Kageyama, Oikawa

seeing their cheerleader crush

Atsumu, Oikawa, Iwaizumi . Tsukishima, Kenma, Suna . Akaashi

how the haikyuu boys goofed up their confession

Kuroo, Kenma, Yaku, Lev . Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Akaashi

Kita, Aran, Suna, Atsumu, Osamu . Hinata, Kageyama, Nishinoya, Tanaka

pretending to be your boyfriend

Ushijima, Aone, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Asahi . Akaashi, Kuroo, Suna, Osamu, Sakusa Bokuto, Oikawa, Aran, Atsumu . Kageyama, Hinata, Kenma

pretending to be their s/o

Kita, Osamu, Kenma, Suna . Ushijima, Oikawa, Bokuto, Kuroo

first dates

Oikawa, Akaashi, Kenma . Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Ushijima . Osamu, Atsumu . Hirugami

overhearing that you love them

Atsumu, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Oikawa . Akaashi, Bokuto, Kita, Suna

when their s/o didn’t save their contacts under a cute name

Bokuto, Oikawa, Kuroo, Tsukishima . Atsumu, Osamu, Suna Iwaizumi, Akaashi, Sugawara . Sakusa, Kenma, Ushijima

*fighting and making up

Oikawa, Atsumu . Sugawara, Iwaizumi . Akaashi, Suna

“kiss the most attractive person in the room”

Bokuto, Sakusa, Hinata, Atsumu . Kuroo, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Oikawa

Kita, Akaashi, Kenma, Suna

*sleeping on the couch after an argument

Akaashi, Iwaizumi . Atsumu, Oikawa, Bokuto . Kuroo, Suna Osamu, Sakusa . Ushijima, Kenma, Kageyama

*when they think you left them

Kenma, Ushijima, Oikawa . Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Akaashi Bokuto, Kuroo, Tsukishima

“we’re gonna be okay, right?”

Sakusa, Oikawa,  Suna . Atsumu, Bokuto, Akaashi

getting caught buying their merch

Atsumu, Oikawa . Ushijima, Sakusa, Kageyama . Bokuto, Hinata, Kenma

*bringing up your insecurities in an argument

Oikawa, Atsumu, Akaashi . Tsukishima, Iwaizumi, Kuroo

HURT/COMFORT

scenarios- bulleted

when they think you left them (Kenma, Ushijima, Oikawa)

when they think you left them (Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Akaashi)

when they think you left them (Bokuto, Kuroo, Tsukishima)

sleeping on the couch after an argument (Akaashi, Iwaizumi)

sleeping on the couch after an argument (Atsumu, Oikawa, Bokuto)

sleeping on the couch after an argument (Kuroo, Suna)

sleeping on the couch after an argument (Osamu, Sakusa)

sleeping on the couch after an argument (Ushijima, Kenma, Kageyama)

scenarios- paragraphs

forgetting date night (Sakusa, Bokuto, Hinata, Atsumu)

“we’re gonna be okay, right?” (Sakusa, Oikawa, Suna)

“we’re gonna be okay, right?” (Atsumu, Bokuto, Akaashi)

when you think they’re leaving you (Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Atsumu)

not telling them you’re sick/injured (Iwaizumi, Atsumu)

“why am I even trying” (Kuroo, Oikawa)

birthday woes and wishes (Osamu, Atsumu)

drabbles/fics

irrational (Akaashi)

falling out (Kuroo)

falling for a rebound (Sakusa)

A moment of silence.

This isn’t usually what I post, especially since I’m not an Aroha, but I’m moved to tears to do this. My thoughts and prayers go out to all of Moonbin’s family and friends right now. My heart is truly breaking. Sua, Sanha, Jinjin, MJ, Rocky, Eunwoo, Seungkwan, SinB, Chanwoo, his family, we’re all thinking of you. I hope everyone respects their privacy and their need to grieve, and I also hope we are all able to celebrate his beautiful life and all that he was, and all that he gave to it. Kind, gentle, incredibly talented, I can’t imagine what could’ve happened got him to get to this point. My foundation feels shaken to its core.

Moonbin-ah, I hope you know how much you were loved, and how sorely you shall be missed. You have left a beautiful legacy behind you, and yet it was nothing compared to all you could’ve done. You remain in our hearts and our memories. You were wonderful.

Rest In Peace.

Hello if its not too much can you write something with soulmate au where you cant lie to each other with babygirl vash? c: thank u

Ahhh good ole soulmate AU we love to see it. Me every time: I’ll make this short :) 800 words later lol

‘Eyes on you, eyes on me’ 

Vash x Reader

You’ve been quietly cleaning your gun for the past five minutes when you feel Meryl’s gaze on you. Looking up and giving her a confused look, she subtly points at Vash. Who is sitting barely in sight by the car struggling with something?

Raising a brow at her she sighs, getting up and joining your side. “I think he’s hurt.” She whispers, you certainly wouldn’t be surprised the firefight you all barely escaped from was intense, but you don’t understand the point she’s trying to make. 

Meryl pouts at you, “will you talk to him? If I ask him, he’ll just wave me off.” You huff, “and why would he listen to me?” You barely know the man, the four of you haven’t been traveling together long. You were just here to do a job, protect some nosy reporters and well you didn’t want to get attached to any of them. It was easy to keep to yourself.

Besides you get it, you were hiding your own injury the bullet had grazed your bicep and you were able to get it cleaned and wrapped before anyone could tell. “Well, you are kind of scary so I figured you had a better chance!” Meryl says this with a smile, and you roll your eyes. With a sigh you holster your weapon and stand brushing sand off yourself you head towards Vash.

You know it’s better not to argue with Meryl you’ll go over and ask, he’ll probably brush you off and that will be that. You stop in front of Vash and he looks up startled but gives you a gentle smile that you know is fake. With a sigh you put your hands on your hips, “Alright Vash, are you hurt?” 

“Yes,” you look at him startled he looks just as confused, as he slaps his hands over his mouth. “What?” You say, “what?!” He repeats, okay now you're confused. You drop down to your knees in front of him, “Vash… what did you say?” He gives you a painful look but drops his hands. 

“I said yes, I am hurt. I got shot, but I’ll be fine honest!” You place a hand on his knee to stop his rambling and he pretty much squeaks at the contact. Your brain is working a mile a minute and then jumps to a horrible conclusion, you couldn’t even think it. 

“Your arm!” Vash says grabbing your upper arm to bring it closer to him, oh damn you must have bled through the bandage, you are already ready to dismiss his worries, but then he asks you a dreaded question. 

“Are you okay?” You want to so badly to just say yes, but the words won’t come and you know why. Because yes is a lie. Your face grows pale and you feel sick, you are not a fool to the idea of soulmates, but just no. Not him, no way! But you can’t lie to him, trying to get the word out makes you sick. 

“No, I’m really not.” You answer honestly, not able to meet his eyes. Because you are scared, of what this could mean for the two of you. He’s not saying anything now and you're thankful for it. 

Vash can only stare at you, he’s not naive Rem had once explained to him and Nai the concept of human soulmates, but everyone figured that didn’t include them since they were well… different. But yet here you are right in front of him! He drops your arm, unsure what to say to you. 

“Look let’s start over, y/n it’s nice to meet you.” You hold out a hand for him with a nervous smile, he smiles softly at you a real one as he takes your hand in his. “Vash and the pleasure are all mine.” You laugh as he grips your hand, we’ll it’s not a lie you conclude this would certainly be interesting. 

You take the med kit that he had been trying to hide, and you patch up the wound on his side, luckily, he was just grazed. You can see him blushing as your hands skim over his side, you decide not to point it out because you are sure your own face looks similar. 

“All done.” You whisper, he takes the med kit from you and gives you a pointed look. “Oh, you don’t have to, it really doesn’t hurt much.” You answer with a sigh, “I want to.” He pouts at you, and who are you to refuse? The silence stretches out, and your mouth works faster than your brain. 

“So, soulmates huh?” Now, why would you say that, you blush even brighter and Vash makes a choking noise as he ties off your bandage a little too tightly. Which makes you yelp. 

“Sorry!” He cries out, you try to shush him not wanting to gain the attention of your other traveling companions. “It’s fine!” He relaxes, now that he knows you can’t lie to him your words have a bit more weight to them. Feeling brave you move to sit next to him on his uninjured side, grabbing his flesh hand in your own. 

“This is nice.” You say leaning your head on his shoulder, he lets out a soft chuckle leaning his cheek on top of your head. “Yeah, it is.” 

You two have a lot to figure out, but for now, you would just enjoy each other's company under the stars.

title: my wish is you 

summary: where his best friend is in love with him 

word count: 4k+ 

warnings/contents: angst, jealousy, insecurities, doubts, fluff (f!reader)

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You never once questioned your position in Atsumu’s life. You were his partner, his support, his home, the person he shares his weird jokes and thoughts with. 

You knew that he loved you the most, but you weren’t his first love. It didn’t matter to you, hell, you had your first love before Atsumu but he just wasn’t in your life anymore. However, it couldn’t be said the same for Atsumu. 

You knew their history; they were good friends in high school, became best friends in college and she’s stuck by him ever since then. She’s known Atsumu for longer than you have and that never bothered you. Relationships aren’t defined by time, they’re defined by feelings. You knew that they both held feelings for each other at some point but there wasn’t enough courage on either end to make it happen. 

Everyone thought they would end up together, until you showed up. You caught his attention right away.. There was something Atsumu felt that he’s never felt before. You and him just clicked on levels he wasn’t even aware of.

When he told you all of this, Atsumu half expected you to tell him to never see her again, which would hurt him but if he needed that for your boundaries he would. Though you never did. You understood their feelings, the situation they were both in, but she never tried anything, so why should you tell him to stop seeing her? Besides, he was with you, he chose you and not her to be with. 

He had enough courage to ask you to be his because even for one second, the thought of you slipping through his mind, he knew that he would have regretted it for the rest of his life. 

You were very neutral towards her, you tried to like her at the start of your relationship, you did for the sake of yours and Atsumu’s relationships but she never did. Or maybe she did try but it was the bare minimum. While you tried to make time to hang out with her, she always came up with the excuse that she was busy, however when it was Atsumu asking her it was always a resounding yes. 

You tried to turn a blind eye to some of her behaviours when you truly got serious with Atsumu. Calling him at night, the constant texts from her during the day, expecting to do the things she did with Atsumu before he got into a relationship with you. The way that whenever you three hung out together, or even in a group, she always made you somehow feel like the third wheel. Sharing the inside jokes that she and Atsumu have, the memories that you weren’t there to remember. It just hurt. 

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happier than ever — suna rintaro smau

summary:

being kicked out of the band that you started with your best friend would obviously leave you with resentment. but he never thought you would join their rival band.

pairing: suna x reader

genre: angst, smut, small amounts of fluff, crack

tropes: college au, rivals to lovers, ex friends to lovers

warnings: cheating, drug usage, lying, manipulation, violence, smut,(+ more will be added as the story goes on)

taglist: (open)

schedule: every other day (possibly more often)

status: ongoing

bands: RIOT BLCK (playlist) | 2LOV DECEIT (playlist)

01 . welcome to the dark side

02 . my pretty boy

03 . you know what you did

04 . micro dick

05 . is this a date

06 . trouble in paradise

07 . whatever traitor

08 . that kinda hurts

09 . tell me what to do

10 . fucking idiot

11 . good luck

12 . i promise

13 . tell me what you’re doing with that other guy

14 . you were my everything

15 . pinky swear

16 . leave me alone

17 . a little threatening

18 . i don’t give a fuck

19. what the hell

to be continued....

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THEY MAKE YOU FLINCH

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character/s: timeskip!kuroo tetsuro x f!reader, timeskip!suna rintaro x f!reader, timeskip!miya atsumu x f!reader

genre/s: angst to fluff

warning/s: they are mean and loud and very angry and they curse, they don’t hurt the reader. crybaby reader. sorry i can’t help it im a cancer.

gwen’s notes 🤍: borrowed my sister’s laptop again to update this (context) finally after more than a week of no updates. all these are longer than intended, thus my brain is melting, thus it is not proofread

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kuroo tetsuro loves your endless doting and how you hover over him every chance you get, nagging him to take breaks, take care of himself, and overall just showering him with lots of affection. which is why it scares you that the things he love most about you can also sometimes be the things he hate.

he shuts the door behind him with a sigh, wanting nothing more than to hop in the shower and clock out completely. you didn’t get the memo though, seeing as how you’re humming and dancing in the kitchen, juggling pots and pans while you cook dinner.

“tetsu, you home?” you call out. kuroo finds himself sighing in irritation for some reason. he pinches the bridge of his nose, mumbling a small “yeah” which he knows you wouldn’t even hear.

you hear shuffling from the living room and just assume he didn’t hear you. “dinner’s almost ready,” you try again.

kuroo drags himself into kitchen. “hey, i kind of already ate before coming home,” he says flatly.

“what? but i made your favorite!” you spare him a glance and a little pout before quickly turning your attention back to the stove. you were never the best at working under pressure and multitasking, but you really wanted him to come home to a nice meal. “i swear it’s almost done, see! have a seat, you can take just a few bites,” you ramble.

he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling his head throb. he slides into a seat begrudgingly, propping his elbows up on the table and placing his head between his hands. he zones out as he hears you ramble about your day, complaining about your classes.

you notice how tired he seems and hurriedly set up the table, so much so that you spill something on his shirt.

“shit!” he grits through his teeth, jumping out of the chair.

“i’m sorry!” you screech, eyes wide and hands over your mouth. you run to get a towel.

“i got it,” he mumbles, trying to take it away.

“no, i’m sorry. i got it.” you stubbornly refuse, frantically blotting the stain.

“can we please make this quick,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes.

your eyebrows furrow, hands halting their movements and you straighten up. “hey, i know you might have had a pretty bad day. i was just trying to do something nice.”

he scoffs. “if you knew i was having a bad day, why would you go and make it worse.”

arms fold over your chest, annoyance quickly bubbling up. “sorry i messed up, it’s not like i purposely spilled it on your shirt.”

“it’s not like i asked you to do something ‘nice’ for me,” he mocks. “you can’t even do anything right.”

your mouth hangs open, disbelief flashes across your features before it is replaced with anger. “i don’t care if the universe is shitting on you and you’ve had the worst day of your life, you don’t get to talk to me like that especially when i go out of my way to look after you—”

“that’s the point!” he screeches, flinging his hands in the air exasperated. you stumble back on your feet, heart hammering inside your chest as he raises his voice too loud for your liking. “i don’t need you looking after me like that, i don’t need you breathing down my neck at every waking moment!”

a glass of water spills and shatters to pieces on the floor as his hand knocks it over. you can’t help but jolt up slightly and watch wide-eyed as liquid bleed out onto the tiled floor slowly. silence fills the entire apartment while you stare at it, eyes stinging as you attempt holding back tears. kuroo’s chest heaves up and down as he catches his breath and notices how oddly quiet and reserved you’ve become.

he feels a pang in his chest while he registers what happened. the more he looks at you, trying to close in on yourself and shy away from him, the more guilt bubbles up in his chest.

“kitten, i—”

you drop onto the floor out of panic, not knowing what else to do other than clean the mess up in a rush.

“no, no, wait! stop it—” he crouches down and tries to seize your hand from picking up the shards of broken glass, but you’ve already picked up a few pieces. you move almost robotically as you quickly clean it up, kuroo not being able to stop your movements. he stands up and sighs, frustratedly running his hands through his face.

“i’m sorry, please stop,” he pleads as he finally grabs a hold of your wrist.

you tuck your face away as you feel like you can no longer hold back the tears and feel a sob claws its way out of your throat.

“i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to snap at you like that,” he whispers, pulling you to his chest. you’re too worn out to push him off, so you opt for sobbing into his shirt instead.

“you’re so fucking mean,” you cry out, balling your fist and hitting him meekly.

“i know, kitten. i messed up really bad. let me make it up to you, hm?” he coos, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“no, fuck off,” you sniffle. you feel him shake as he lightly chuckles, and you take the opportunity to push yourself off.

the air in the apartment is thick and suffocating even as you both get ready for bed. you’re still pretty upset but ultimately too tired to deal with it. kuroo nuzzles into you, mumbling apologies, and sweet nothings. though he’s trying to play it off, his stomach is still in knots as he thinks back to what he did and how horribly he acted.

“i’m going to do better,” he whispers, a tear streams down his cheek and fear looms over him when you don’t answer. he tells himself you don’t need to, he just needs to do as hey says.

suna rintaro is not one to lose his temper during arguments. he would rather shrug it off, wait until the heat of the moment passes, and then speak his mind. so why were you going at each other’s throats with passive aggressive remarks and offhanded provocative comments over something you can’t even remember?

“you’re being so difficult,” you grumble, eyebrows in a deep furrow. you turn your back on him as you fold your arms over your chest with a huff.

“oh, i’m the one being difficult, huh? i wounder who started all this shit in the first place.”

you notice how his voice gradually becomes louder from across the room and even with your back facing him, you could feel the daggers he’s glaring right at you. something irks him with the way you’re avoiding his gaze, shying away from him like you’re trying to escape his presence. “talking to you about what’s bothering me isn’t exactly ‘starting shit’, suna,” you humorlessly chuckle, your eyes rolling in annoyance.

his heart twitches at how vindictive his name rolls off your tongue paired with your sarcastic tone. “i already said i was sorry!”

“well sorry doesn’t quite cut it, doesn’t it!?” you shout, exasperated but you finally turn to look at him, tears line your eyes from the exhaustion of arguing for god knows how long. when your eyes finally meet, it hurts your heart to be in such situation in the first place but for some reason, suna refuses to feel small under your gaze.

“what do you want me to do then,” his voice is suddenly quiet, the stark contrast startles you. you open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off as he stalks towards you. “do you want me to beg on my knees for forgiveness, is that it?” his lips curve to a sinister smirk, making you equally confused and frightened. “tell me what the fuck you want me to do because clearly, i can’t go back in time to fix it!”

you never realize how close he’s actually gotten until his hands slam against the dresser behind you, making you jump in the slightest. he lightly shoves it out of frustration, making the things sitting on top of it fall with a loud clatter. you reel away as much as you can trapped between his arms. suna’s eyes mirror your wide ones as you both seem to break out of a trance, he watches as tears stream down your cheeks one after the other. you let out a sharp breath you didn’t know you were holding and he slightly backs away from you, retracing his arms back to his sides. he takes in how you cautiously eye him with teary eyes, hands clutched onto yourself, and his heart sinks into his stomach.

“i-um, i’m sorry,” he mumbles, eyes glued to the floor. you remain backed into the wooden dresser, seemingly frozen in place. you don’t reply and his heart thumps in his chest. he went too far, didn’t he? did you think he was going to hurt you? oh, god are you going to leave him? “i’m really sorry, i didn’t mean to go that far,” he whispers, feeling the guilt eat him up from the inside out.

his voice trembles and your body finally relaxes, moving on instinct to reach out to him. “it’s… it’s fine, can we please just stop arguing for tonight and get some rest,” you awkwardly plead, trying to hold his trembling hands.

“no, it’s not fine. please don’t say that it is. i never should have treated you like that.”

“i agree, but for now we should sleep it off, yeah?”

he nods in agreement. you clumsily walk past him and into the bathroom to get ready for bed, when you peek into the bedroom afterwards, you find suna cleaning up the mess from earlier.

“do you… want to sleep alone or…?”

“no,” you almost immediately answer. he gives you a slight nod.

you fall asleep engulfed in tension and in each other’s arms. he’s careful as he holds you, not wanting to see the look of fright flash on your eyes ever again, especially if he’s the cause behind it.

miya atsumu is nothing short of intense. it’s just one more thing you love about him, but the same intensity and passion he has for all things does not translate well when you’re having misunderstandings.

he comes home like a ticking timebomb from the unbelievably terrible day he had, and it just so happened you were too busy with college and job applications to take care of the flat like you’re supposed to, putting off chores until later in the day but you never got around to doing them before he arrived. it was enough to set him off.

“i’m sorry, i just got too busy. i was planning on cleaning anyway, you go wash up and i’ll take care of this.”

“what’s so important that you can’t even do basic things in the house,” he mumbles irritated, shoving his duffel bag and shoes off.

your mouth falls slack, a sarcastic scoff escaping. “sorry if i have a life outside of looking out for you like a damn maid, i already said i was going to clean up. what’s your problem?”

he shoots you a scowl before turning back to shrug his team jacket off. “my problem is that i can’t even come home to a clean house after one hell of a day.”

you follow his steps as he stomps his way towards your bedroom, eyes trailed forward and an angry scowl on his features as he ignores your arguing. “you’re not the only one who has bad days, dipshit. it doesn’t give you the right to talk to me like this—”

your words cut off when he swivels on his heel, slamming the bedroom door shut, so loud that you almost feel the apartment quake. “can’t you just shut the fuck up,” he grits through his teeth, hunched over the doorknob and his back facing you.

you feel your body tremble but can’t will yourself to move or shout back at him. instead, warm tears trail down your cheeks as you stare at him in disbelief. atsumu’s ears are ringing, heart pounding in his chest from the adrenaline of hearing the door slam shut, and his breathing is shallow from the stress and fatigue of arguing. it takes a moment for him to register the quietness, save for your soft sobs.

he peels his eyes open as he begins to realize what he just did. your cries become more and more clear to his hearing, and he feels his heart plummet. he can’t bring himself to turn to look at you, scared of the horrified look he knows he’s going to see on your face.

he runs a hand through his hair, raking his brain for something to say but he realizes he can’t say anything to take away from the fact that he was being unreasonable and hostile, and that he made you feel unsafe on top of being an ass. “i’m sorry,” he mumbles breathlessly instead. he still doesn’t look at you, but you remain quiet.

he slowly turns around, heart shattering when his eyes falls on your wide teary ones and how you’re shakily clutching onto yourself.

“angel,” he calls out like a plead, a prayer. he takes a tiny step and you shuffle away out of fear or spite or anger, you don’t really care to know. all that matters is you didn’t want to be touched by him at the moment, or even be in the same room as him. “i really am sorry, i wasn’t going to hurt you, you know.” his head hangs low as he feels tears of his own form in his eyes.

“i need to take a breather,” you manage to croak out, wiping away at your tears and collecting your phone, wallet, and a jacket draped over a desk chair.

atsumu tries hard not to engulf you in his arms when you weave past him. “please be safe,” he calls out after your retreating figure before he is all alone in the barren apartment. he stands there for a good few minutes, replaying the scene in his mind and feeling more and more terrible. he figures he should at least try and clean up the mess he was so furious about moments ago which is ironic of him.

you immediately notice the difference when you walk back in but can’t bring yourself to care so you storm straight into the bedroom. atsumu is all but jumping off a chair when he hears the door open, eyes puffy and apologetic.

“i-uh… i prepared a bath for you. can we talk about this after you’re done?” he twiddles with his thumbs as he tries to look you in your uninterested eyes. you give him a curt nod.

“i just wanted you to know i’m sorry and i won’t let it happen again, angel,” he whispers while he watches you crawl into bed.

“okay.”

he chews on his lips, standing at the foot of the bed awkwardly. he understand his apology doesn’t make the problem go away. a beat of silence passes and he starts walking towards the door.

“where are you going?”

“i figured you wouldn’t want to sleep next to me so… i was going to sleep on the couch instead.”

eyes roll to the back of your head with a sigh. “never mind that, come here.” you pat the spot next to you and atsumu tries not to look so excited. you still catch on how he brightens up immediately.

“never again, huh?”

“i promise.”

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Haytap Animal Rights Federation (for animals affected by the earthquake) > https://fonzip.com/haytap/bagis

AFAD (Disaster and Emergency Management Presidency) > https://en.afad.gov.tr/earthquake-donation-accounts

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* discreetly uploads here for the second time today because tumblr hates me already *

traits turned sour

honest - insensitive

persuasive - manipulative

caring - overprotective

confidence - arrogance

fearless - cocky

loyalty - an excuse

devotion - obsession

agreeable - lazy

perfectionism - insatisfaction

reserved - aloof

cautious - skeptical

self loved - selfish

available - distractible

emotional - dramatic

humble - attention-seeking

diligent - imposing

dutiful - submissive

assertive - bossy

strategic - calculated

truthful - cruel

Does anyone else feel this way? Sometimes it can be really overbearing… it feeds into my depression and makes me withdraw completely. The nice thing about sharing this comic with folks for feedback is that I learned that I’m not the only one who feels this way at times.

Just to define a bit:

intrusive thoughts and anxiety are closely related, but don’t always overlap. An intrusive thought like ‘no one loves you’ stems from anxiety. Intrusive thoughts like ‘what’s STOPPING me from setting my own room on fire?’ doesn’t come from an anxiety that you are going to somehow uncontrollably set your room on fire. It’s a (sometimes) frightening and obnoxious unwanted voice that has a tendency of making you feel like a bad person just for thinking about something… even if it’s something you would never do.

Watch a speed paint of panel 7 here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0cbRFBY9pR0

(This is that first comic I think I’ve made since… junior year of high school? so like, 7 years? Wow, to think I used to be really into making them (ie, my own terrible terrible manga that I hope never sees the light of day) So go easy on me! I tried addressing a few weaknesses of mine here: color and composition. I tend to do a lot of local color so I decided to try different limited color palettes for each panel and try out different compositional elements as well. I know the colors don’t totally go together from panel to panel, but I’m proud of myself for the effort and for pushing myself! Please like/comment/reblog if you have ever felt this way <3 )

please bring back 2014 indie pop (i could care less that a few of these songs were pre or post the 2014 era if the song fits it fits)

cecelia and the satellite by andrew mcmahon in the wilderness

i wanna get better by bleachers

cigarette daydreams by cage the elephant

ways to go by grouplove

girls by the 1975

miracle mile by cold war kids

take a walk by passion pit

little talks by of monsters and men

tongue tied by grouplove

midnight city by m83

undercover martyn by two door cinema club

i can talk by two door cinema club

young blood by the naked and famous

kids by mgmt

1901 by phoenix

young folks by peter bjorn and john

daylight by matt & kim

animal by neon trees

stolen dance by milky chance

out of my league by fitz and the tantrums

talk too much by coin

greek tragedy by the wombats

chocolate by the 1975

anna sun by walk the moon

everybody talks by neon trees

what you know by two door cinema club

dancing on glass by st lucia

FEEL FREE TO READ THE PART AT THE TOP WHERE I SAY ITS NOT ALL FROM 2014 THANKS!

Chainsaw Man Cinema

hi everyone. my grandpa is dying and we need to pay for his medical bills/hospice/potential funerary costs. here is a link to d0nate < 3 pls pls pls reblog to spread

When you both survive to 1987, and your boyfriend takes you to see the hottest new rock act in town. Then feels jealous because his other half is crushing on the guitarist HARD.

‘That better be a packet of lifesavers in your pocket, Munson.’

‘I admit nothing.’

PLEASE reblog!!

It has come to my attention that some person has taken our works and is posting them on Wattpad without crediting us.

I told them to put my Tumblr account in there for my credit, as well as everyone else, but it seems another creator has said “they’ve done the same to me and they aren’t stopping,” So if you want this person to give you credit and keep your fic up, message them. If you would rather have them take it down, let them know.

their @ on tumblr is https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/nerdypeaceheart

THEY STOLE MY DEVIL WEARS EYELINER FIC, PLEASE SPAM COMMENT ON THAT ONE <3

Here are the list of creators who’s work is stolen (that I could find):

@kiwicider “heavens on fire”

@nezuscribe “cherry bomb”

@luveline “sick sounds”

@greengoblinswifey “my pretty girl”

@eddiemslvt​ “sex on fire”

@peterthepark “so damn into you”

@mypoisonedvine “still of the night”

there is about 30+ more creators but i cant find their @’s. If these fics are familiar to you comment and tag the creator. I will edit this post and add them!

heres how to report on wattpad if you are a creator:

Click report, then “explicit content”, copy and paste your profile and the fic they took. Name the book they put it in. Similar to THIS picture of my report, but use your own words.

If you are a fan and would like to help: REBLOG!!!

It pains me to see so many people enjoy my fic, including several other writers and all these commenters not being able to know who wrote our work. This is so f*cked.

no thoughts, head empty, just joseph quinn with long prince hair>>>

credits to @/taiyyo_ on twitter

MISUNDERSTANDING I

PAIRING: eddie munson x henderson!fem reader

SUMMARY: prom is coming up. you wanted to go with eddie, eddie didn’t wanna go with you. at least that’s what you thought. insecurities kick in and you refuse to talk or look at eddie. but he can’t stand a day without talking to you. how is he supposed to apologise when it’s a total misunderstanding?

WARNING: eddie being a rlly stupid teen boy 😡. angst! reader is rlly insecure. cuss words. jason 🙄 cuz he needs a warning. THIS IS PART 1 and it’s rlly sad. eddie and reader are both 17

“ we’re goin-”

“ we aren’t going.”

you both say at the same time, you groan rolling your eyes. “ eddie come on we have to go it’s prom!” you whine covering your face annoyed. “ absolutely not. it’s prom it’s for weirdos.” he says while wiping his guitar with a tissue. “ but eddie. we literally are weirdos. stacy mckay is handing out party invitations and we’re here talking about a fantasy game.” you say laying back down. “ yeah but henderson prom is for jocks and cheerleaders with daddy’s money.” he says cracking his knuckles. “ eds come on it’s our last-maybe your last year in highschool with me, just go to prom with me.” you whine standing up, you look around and see people in the parking lot. forgetting you were chilling on the school roof. you quickly sit back down making eddie chuckle, “ just go with your brother henderson.” eddie says laying down. you snap your head towards him, “ excuse me? i’m not going to the prom with my brother that’s so lame!” you grown. “ but we are lame for the love of god henderson.” eddie yells.

“ your going.” you stand up again, eddie covers his face with his hand. “ yeah no i’m not.” he says. you raise an eyebrow, “ yes you are.” you say holding your hand out for him. he takes it and stands up, “ nope!” he says running then jumping off the roof to the parking lot floor. you roll your eyes following him. “ this is why you have no female friends.” you say flipping him off. “ sure henderson.” he says taking your finger trying to put it in his mouth. “ ew go away.” you say shoving your hand in your pocket. eddie smiles, “ still not going.” he says crossing his hands. “ i hate you.” you say giggling. eddie puts his hands over his chest, “ oh god i’m so hurt!” he says pouting. you flip him off moving closer to him as you two walk into school.

“ freak.” someone says behind eddie, he turns around closing his locker. jason- oh god jason? what does he want with eddie. “ what do you want dipshit?” eddie says crossing his hands. jason takes a deep breath in smiling, eddie smirks. “ is your uh really hot friend going to prom?” jason says smirking tilting his head. eddie stops smirking. “ can’t ask her yourself?” eddie says pushing jason out of the way. “ come on freak, just wanna know if she’s going.” jason says catching up, putting his hand on eddie’s shoulder stopping him. eddie takes a deep breath in looking back at jason. “ yes she’s going. now go shoot your balls into laundry baskets.” eddie says shoving jason’s hand off of him. “ will do. thanks freak.” jason says patting eddie’s shoulder.

“ your not going to the prom with him” eddie says crossing his hands leaning back on your bed, “ what?” you say turning around throwing the dress you had over your body on the floor. “ why not?” you say tilting your head to the side. “ because it’s jason. ” eddie says reaching over your nightstand picking up a cassette . “ hey hands to yourself.” you say snatching the cassettes. he throws his hands up in defeat, “ come on are you seriously thinking of going with jason?” eddie says. “ yes munson.” you grown jumping on your bed covering your face. “ you seriously pick prom with jason over playing dnd? with me and dustin?” he says standing up walking to your perfume stand, spraying some of your perfume on himself. “ yes.” you blatantly say.

eddie turns around flipping you off. “ come on it’ll be fun munson! just for like 10 minutes.” you say standing up grabbing his hand. eddie turns the other way because he knows, if he looks into your eyes he’ll give in. your beautiful eyes jesus. “ we can go wearing hellfire shirts.” you suggest, eddie turns around. “ really?” he says in shock. “ no.” you say pushing past him to your closet. “ how about this one?” you say turning around holding up a baby blue dress. it’s a v-neck dress that reaches the floor, it’s usually worn with silky white gloves and a pearl necklace. “ do you like it?” you ask looking at eddie.

eddie stares, and stares hard. the image of you in the dress made him blush. blush. like blush a lot. “ hellooo! earth to eddie!” you say shaking the dress. your laugh, “ dustin!” you yell out loud. “ dustin henderson!” you yell again. “ what?” dustin says walking into your room with a bar of nougat in his hand. “ is this pretty?” you ask looking back at the dress. “ no way eddie is going to prom?” dustin says gasping. eddie shakes his head snapping out of his day dream, “ no your sister is going with jason.” eddie says standing up walking up to dustin. “ what?!” dustin yells. “ quiet!” you yell at your brother. “ why aren’t you going with eddie? he’s perfect!” dustin says looking at eddie. “ i wanted to! he doesn’t wanna go to prom with me!” you say throwing the dress on your bed crossing your hands.

“ eddie?!” dustin says crossing his hands too. “ oh my god does it run in the family?” eddie says chuckling. “ i don’t wanna go to prom because cheesy and lame.” he says throwing his hands up in defeat. “ that’s the point of the prom!” you whine sitting on the bed. “ ask steve.” dustin says. “ what? steve?” eddie says in offense.” yeah maybe i will.” you say laying down on your bed. “ you can’t ask out steve harrington.” he says crossing his hands annoyed. “ why not? its either him or jason.” you sit up crossing your hands too. “ unless..” you sing raising your eyebrows jokingly. he throws a pillow hitting you. “ absolutely not.” he says. you groan. “ is it cuz it’s me?” you say turning to look at him. “ what?! no!” he yells. “ then why not.” you say.

“ if it was chrissy asking you. you’d 100% say yes.” you mumble laying back down. he remains silent. why is he silent? you sit back up crossing your hands. “ wait seriously?” you scoff. you and dustin make eye contact. “ wow fine okay.” you stand up walking out of your room. you slam your bedroom door. you walk to the front door. putting on your converse. you open the door. grabbing your bike you immediately start riding it. are you over reacting? are you just insecure? fuck its so stupid. why couldn’t he just tell you he wanted to go with chrissy instead of having you ask him over and over again. it was humiliating. and stupid.

you start tearing up. it was dark. the only light coming from your bike. why are you starting to tear up. fuck this is so stupid. was it because you felt humiliated? or was it the fact that eddie wanted to go with chrissy and not you? who wouldn’t though. chrissy is so pretty. so so pretty. she was extremely nice. you feel so dumb and pathetic. you continue riding your bike as tears roll down your face. you take a turn to the richer side of town. you look around. you spot the house your looking for. you start paddling faster. you get off your bike. standing infront of the house you wipe your tears roughly. you take a deep breath in. you walk up to the door and knock. you gulp as the door opens revealing

“ are you crazy?! chrissy over my sister?” dustin yells throwing a cassette at eddie. eddie dodges it. “ no! no no never!” eddie yells back standing up. “ then what!” dustin yells again spit coming out of his mouth. “ i don’t want her to ask me out!” eddie yells back. dustin steps back. “ no not like that! it’s because i wanted to! i had this whole thing planned and i don’t want her to ask me out!” eddie yells grabbing the cassette. “ what?!” dustin yells again. oh for fuck sake.