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[eddiesghxst]

Hiiii just wanted to let you know that you can take a break from the bestie eddie fic! Write something else thats calling/inspiring you and eventually you can come back to that fic if you want, or not, its your blog and you can do whatever you want :) people will understand of thats what you fear

thank you my love🥹🥹🥹

i’ve been working on it since march so atp it’s just a matter of me needing to stop pushing it back and just fucking finish it😭

[kaiserkisser]

FRRRR LIKE THERE'S LITERALLY SO MUXH HOW TF R WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW EVERYTHING

i dont think any paper could possibly go worse than geo right?????? because god was that hell. Hell i tell you istg no offence i am NOT taking geo next year.

[cbedfordart]

Hey! Question from one wannabe game design graduate who is also an artist and wants to make their own (very simple) little game one day - how is it like working on a game set to release one day? Did u feel discouraged learning a new skill (?) after already being a pro artist? Was the game a random idea or have you guys been planning this since a long time? Btw super excited for Sorry We're Closed and I'm obsessed with the retro look and artstyle <33

Firstly THAnk you so much for being into Sorry We're Closed - it's my lil bby pride and joy so I'm glad someone out there in the wider world is looking forward to it! I'll try and answer your questions in order and not ramble too much! I'm a little older now, and gotten to that point where deadlines aren't so scary anymore. There's a point in which you learn to live with what you can make, rather than trying to make something that's not what's within your ability (which is why we always want more time to get better while we work). But after a while you just realise its better for the idea to be out there in the world where other people can see what you were trying to do! Admittedly i will do a lot of hours sometimes if i REALLY want something to be a certain level or if I'm particularly stuck on something , but a deadline keeps me realistic. It allows for the thing to be good and exist, rather than perfect and existing only in my mind. Learning a new skill was actually extremely exciting. I wanted to absorb everything like a sponge. I hadn't done any 3d modelling before 2020 seriously (i tried zbrush once in like 2015 and i kept crashing my computer lol). I just wanted to keep going because it was so fun seeing my creations come to life! I always dreamed of designing game characters and it was literally happening before my eyes. Also, the indiedev community is extremely kind, helpful and resourceful. There's lots of free knowledge out there, and people who are willing to talk to you and help you figure things out! Being trained as an artist honestly only helped the modelling endeavour. Having an understanding of anatomy helped my understand how I wanted to approach the form of my models - what needed to be shaped and what I could get away with painting on.

So my knight is about 934 verts/1,861 tris (sort of like a ps2 character) but painting can give some fun depth. I've found this method to be really tricky though as it's highly prone to unflattering angles - but thats partly cause I'm still learning and relying too much on my skills as a 2d artist I guess. This model I made a bit later on, the Sorry We're Closed models I made were far earlier before i really knew what i was doing so they rely even more on my painting skills

but I felt it was okay since we were going for a nostalgic game feel which means some funny deformities like this

but it's whatever, i think it's kind of cute lol. We started planning the game in 2020 as well, literally after I saw my partner Tom make a character model move around in Unity (it looked pretty terrible) so i said I'll make models and he would code. Then I came up with a story, and from there we came up with how the game itself would play. Game design itself is something we were both lacking and real experience in so that has been the biggest wall to climb so far but its been a really fun and rewarding journey so far. Anyway sorry for the ramble!! I really hope you get a shot at working on a project you really love and want to pour everything into!

[dmnbroys]

hey pretty, u ok? i saw ur rant and i didnt wanna bother u bc i wanted u to have some space. yk if u need anyone to talk to im here, u dont have to answer this im js checking up on you. 🫶🏾

It’s okayy !! bby i really appreciate it ! I feel a lil better today ig hehe , it jus happens from time to time sadly and if it hurts well yk it hurts but it’ll be better.And i will keep that in mind lovely thank u again <33 love uuuuu🫶🏾🫶🏾

[lalunanymph]

dawn, about the series back to us: i’m absolutely spechless. i’m so obsessed with your writing style! every word you wrote cemented itself in my mind because i’ve never seen such a rich, careful way of describing things without making it sound ‘boring’ or ‘unnecessary information’. i’m talking about the details of the scenarios that i could vividly imagine in my mind, the depth of the characters, the rawness of the feelings — god, it was so beautifully written and captivating, i was and still i am overwhelmed by back to us! the wave of emotions each paragraph brought me has me astonished. the way you described shuji’s family, the sweetness of shusei; the golden and pure heart the reader has; matsuno’s friendship and respect; shuji’s painful growth… i could spend the day pointing all the perfection this series has and still not get tired! just the entire plot, you know? i feel like this is one of the fics i’ll never forget, i’ll just keep coming back to read it. i would like to show my appreciation for your hard work in writing this masterpiece! you’re such a talented, wonderful and heart-wrenching (in the best possible way!) writer! i feel genuinely blessed to have the opportunity to read it! i enjoyed every minute of this series so just… thank you!

hi bby !! o m g i am inhaling every word u wrote here PLEASE </333 so so happy u love the details bc i legit thought 'ok i am describing too much here' 😭 i think the characters i wrote here were some of the most rewarding yet challenging ones bc each of them had their own motive ACKDFF but thank you sm for the love !! it gave me such a boost n i hope u know how much i appreciate u so much <33

[delcakoo]

heyy 😍☝️ i saw u wanted requests and im actually really bad at this but im bored and can't sleep so if u can and want to no pressure lmao do a reaction to yn seeing enha cry for the first time cuz y not yk 😕 (raven's angst agenda is affecting me HELP‼️) ye and if u have wrote sum like this pls tag me in it i want to cry thank uu emss 🤭🤭

*bites u* (affectionate) <3

DIA MY BELOBED omg stawp not the angst reaction 😞😞 I RLLY LIKE THIS ONE but i did do ‘enhas reaction to u crying’ AND IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO THINK OF 7 DIFFERENT SCENARIOS OF CRYING 😭 so i feel loke trying to think of 7 more might kill me 😍 BUT IM STILL GONNA KEEP THIS ONE IN MIND AUSGSJNS thank u bby <33 💗💗

[ghostfacesvalentine]

i love you and your work, keep going bby <33 (ik i was a satire but still you deserve it)

Thank u! <333 I <3 to be dramatic. Queue me in a long scandalous robe, walking around frivolously with a glass of champagne draped over a velvet chaise.

Still, your comment means a lot! I hope my writings stay on ur mind <3333 kiss kiss.

[starkeysprincess]

thank u bby <33 when it came to my mind i just KNEW that i had to write it to you because 😩 i know you would write it sooo perfectly.......... what do you sayy? 🤭 in your free time of course!!!

ofc baby <33 and stoppppp 🙈 I’d love to write it when I get the chance to! idk how long it’ll be till I get to writing it since I have to work on kinktober 😭 but I’ll def keep you updated and post about it when I do get to it !!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

aww bby i’m doing well thank u sm for asking. my day’s been a lil busy cs i was finishing off some uni assignments (total bore if you ask me 🥱) nd i got a unexpected call from work bc they had an available shift but it’s a sunday so extra pay yay!! 😍😍 how’s ur day been lovely? hope you’ve had a great day so far. remember to take care of urself bb! 💞

BUT OMG ARI UR SO RIGHT ABT TOJI PULLING OFF READING GLASSES HSJSJSJ. i also feel like he’d pull off sunnies REALLY well especially in the summer. god i miss summer sm!! :(

AND AWWW UR SO INCREDIBLY SWEET BBY 🫶🏻🫶🏻 kid you not, i was shooting heart eyes at ur picrew of u nd geto cs it was soo adorable ahhh. AND OMG SUGU W GLASSES IN A NON CURSE AU WLD BE A DREAM 😻 hshshsh i love geto’s style so so much like hello?? got me droolin nd everything w those piercings nd tattoos n allat 🤤 AND OMIGOSH I CANT WAIT TO READ UR GETO DRABBLE AHH. i ❤️ tooth rotting fluff sm esp w sugu. cult leader geto is such a dream gahshsjs.

also can i just say that i LOVE interacting with you?? like ur so sweet and i always look forward to hearing ur responses. AHHH YOU JS MAKE MY HEART SWELL 🥹🥹 ++ to answer ur question btw, it changes from time to time and it’s never consistent but my current favourite is toji 😍 gojo’s a VEEERY close second tho but toji’s just so 😻😻😻 hsjsj i have no words. he’s so pretty boy coded rahhh like dilf! toji come my way 🙏 like ik he ain’t good f’me but i keep running back to him every time 😭 it’s a never ending cycle :’)

HI THERE MY BELOVED UKI <3333 aaaa the uni assignments….. Felt 😞😞 WHAT DO U STUDY IF U DON’T MIND ME ASKING i’m a lit major hehe :333

ANDDD I HOPE WORK WENT SUPER WELL!! i’ve been writing all day so i’m answering this late 💔 BUT PLS TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO don’t let uni and work burn you out !! make sure to drink water n eat and rest properly !!! <333

AND YOU’RE SO REALLL toji w the sunnies 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 in the middle of summer….. wearing a tank top….. sweating and it’s sticking to his skin……… our dilf of all time you’re so real for having him as ur fave uki!!! toji is so good he was my absolute favorite for a longgg time when i started reading the manga (and he’s still in my top five !! >:3) HE COULD BE GOOD FOR YOU i think you could fix him <333 he just needs some good ol tlc and he’ll go back to being a teddy bear…. i’m rooting for u!!!

aaa and i’m so happy that you see the sugu vision too.. i’m constantly thinking abt college/uni bf sugu w glasses and piercings and cozy turtlenecks 😵‍💫😵‍💫 and a tattoo or two.. (he’ll get a lot more later in life dw >:3 ever since i read ur hcs i haven’t been able to stop thinking abt tattoo artist sugu either…) he’s the most bf coded jjk man imo but ofc i love them all <33 toru will always be my favorite along w sugu… the loves of our lives fr!!

AND PLS UKI you’re the sweetest ever… 🥺🥺😥 I LOVE INTERACTING W YOU SM TOO <333 you’re just sooo sweet and funny and lovely !!! here’s a silly lil gojo meme for u as a treat <333 i hope your day or night is going great, whenever you see this :3

[fleurriee]

its true, i don’t see any red flags in his vicinity, so im diving head first into this already knowing it’s gonna make me feel all 🥴

…a man you loved, that you wished you didn't sometimes, most times, especially tonight, as he forgot about your plans... again, in order to train for way longer than was needed or necessary, way longer than anybody else... again.

sigh. teyam, bby, what u doing?? too much overtime is bad for the soul, chill (fr tho, like i don’t think he understood that in the film either, always striving to be the best for his family 😭 making myself upset now).

…and all those things made him just so. damn. hot.

so true. idk how he does it - all he has to do is stand there & im like??? god.

…because, if you ever tried, you ended up overpowered, outsmarted and fucked dumb face down on your mat until you forgot you were ever mad to begin with.

oh… just the way i like it, then…

"No, tiyawn. I can't let you speak if you insist on saying those insipid, meaningless words again. You won't leave, because you can't leave. Because you're mine. And I'm yours. You own me."

im suddenly blind,, bc i simply cannot see any red flags?? 😎 never mind, i’ll just have to take his word for it!

"...Let me show you how sorry I am."

okay 🤭

…because the stuff he knows how to do is enough to excuse world calamities and mass destruction in your mind.

this. as long as he can eat me out, who’s to say im not fine & happy?? mind ur business!!

"Fine, but I swear to Eywa that if you -"

"A-ah, fuck!"

oh he just knows what he’s doing. every goddamn time. i can see why she keeps going back to him bc… me too.

Propped with your hands on his shoulders, his fingers around your throat, you were bouncing up and down his cock… how fear was fuel for your desire as his tip kept slamming into your cervix so hard you felt it in your ribcage when he rutted upwards into you.

"Quiet, tiyawn. You don't want people to hear us, now do you?"

"Or maybe you like that? 'That turn you on, huh? My dirty girl."

oh. my. days. i need him. he’s a necessity in my life. i simply can’t go any further without him.

"We are never getting back together. Like ever."

i see what u did there andra 😏

“Neteyam!” Tuk’s screams…

i can hear it 🤧 she’ll never be so happy again ugh

…where a small pup lay. It was cautious as you approached, but eventually relaxed around you and let you kneel beside it. It was a Palulukan pup…

"I found him coming back from practice. He was hurt and limping, and clinging to his mother's corpse. I know you’ve been lonely since your parents died. Well, he seemed lonely too. His parents are gone, and so I thought… you could be his new home…”

wait this is so cute what?? 🤧 there fr are no red flags with this man, idc

shock horror, i fucking loved it. no matter what the circumstance, no matter the genre, i love every piece you write & publish & that’s simply all down to u and ur writing, my love <33 i also learnt that toxic nete is kinda hot today & im not mad about it, so thank you for that!!

ੈ♡˳ ɪ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛɪᴍᴇ

Pairing: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader

Synopsis: You and Neteyam's relationship only knows the 3Fs: fighting, fleeing or... loving.

Requested: Yes.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI. aged up!, smut (p in v, oral - f receiving, light choking, praise kink), fluff, kinda toxic relationship but it's fine cause it's neteyam and i don't see red when it comes to him, it's all golden

WC: 2.3k words

A/N: how the hell did this also turn fluffy in the end??? what is wrong w me??? anyway, i had so so much fun with this request, it might quickly become one of my favourite things i've ever written. thank you so much for the sweet anonnie who suggested it, and i hope you enjoy x

I get tired of your no-shows You get tired of my control They keep telling me to let go But I don't really let go when I say so 

"Everybody's going out. Just come out with us. Don't let him ruin another perfectly nice eclipse."

Your best friend was so right, as she always was, as she gave you this speech for what felt like the millionth time in the years you've had an on-again, off-again situationship with the prince of the Omaticaya, the one and only Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan - a man you loved, that you wished you didn't sometimes, most times, especially tonight, as he forgot about your plans... again, in order to train for way longer than was needed or necessary, way longer than anybody else... again.

Look, you loved Neteyam's drive. It was part of what drove you to him to begin with. He was unrelenting and determined, he was powerful and skilled, he was savvy and intelligent, he was beautiful and charming, he loved his family to death and was incredibly loyal and all those things made him just so. damn. hot.

They also made him the reason you wanted to pull your braids out, because those traits were good in moderation, but nothing was ever grey with Neteyam. No, Neteyam was all or nothing always, black or white and nothing else, and that meant that loyalty for his family quickly turned into neglect for you, determination for his practice quickly turned to forgetfulness of you, and his power, beauty, intelligence and charm meant you never got to do anything about it, because, if you ever tried, you ended up overpowered, outsmarted and fucked dumb face down on your mat until you forgot you were ever mad to begin with.

I've tried to fight our energy, but everytime I think I'm free  You get high and call on the regular I get weak and fall like a teenager Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you?

"How many times do I have to tell you I'm sorry? I need to do this, tiyawn, I have to be stronger for my family, for my clan... for you. You're being unreasonable."

"I'm being unreasonable?! Are you out of your fucking mind?"

You feel tears pool in your eyes and spill like a broken fountain as you take him in, bloodied gashes and muddy patches, tired eyes and calloused hands and still... the most beautiful man you've ever seen in your life. He looked at you exasperatedly, like you're the crazy one, and you hate it. Hate what he's doing to you, hate that he doesn't consider you or think about you, and that his sorries are always stained with unspoken truths, like how he doesn't truly mean it, not when to him, it's all justified, it's all warranted, and shouldn't be questioned.

"Every day and night, I do nothing but wait, Neteyam. Wait for a man who doesn't think twice about the plans he's made, the promises he never keeps, the memories that sour with every absence he gifts to me like a necklace that half-chokes me to death. I'm tired. I can't do this anym-"

A kiss is all it takes to silence you, to stun you, to make you melt in his embrace the way you always do, all the arguments and the ultimatums swallowed under the intensity of the touch of his lips on yours, his tongue meeting your own in a welcome embrace, so intimate and knowing, so fucking frustrating.

"Net-..."

His thumb traces your lips, the mix of your salivas making the glide easy, as his beautiful golden eyes bore into yours with enough force to cower you, to make you hunger and ache for more. That's all you ever wanted when it comes to Neteyam - more. When his finger pushes gently past your lips and into your mouth, you immediately close them around him and lick... and suck, and he moans, his gaze growing darker and needier with each second you're not writhing under him, the way you should be, the way you were meant to be.

"No, tiyawn. I can't let you speak if you insist on saying those insipid, meaningless words again. You won't leave, because you can't leave. Because you're mine. And I'm yours. You own me."

His hand grabs yours and redirects it to his loincloth, tented up under the weight of his hard-on and the slight damp spot under your touch makes you swallow instinctively. You had no thoughts outside of him anymore, outside of the overwhelming desire that took over you whenever he was in your presence, his being inundating your senses and hijacking your mind to be rid of all but him, full of him, only him.

"Look what you do to me. You. Only you. I need you. Always. I know I'm not good enough, I know, but ..."

His hands find their way to your ass, lifting you gently, and you wrap your thighs around him, although there's no need, not when he moves you just a few feet until he's sitting on your mat, laying you gently on it. When he moves his hands, he takes your loincloth with him, and you whine softly at the sudden cool breeze that hits your aching, sopping core.

"...Let me show you how sorry I am."

When he lays down with his head between your thighs, you know he's forgiven already, because whatever he's about to do is always more than enough to make up for all the shit he didn't do, because the stuff he knows how to do is enough to excuse world calamities and mass destruction in your mind.

Just when I get on a new wave Boy, you look at me and I slip outta my lace They keep calling me a head-case 'Cause I can't make a good case why we can't change

"You're out of your mind, tiyawn."

"Well, if I'm out of my mind, then you made me out of my mind, you skxawng."

"Can we talk about this somewhere more private?"

You have to admit, starting the fight at the communal dinner in front of his parents, the leaders of the clan, and your friends, and everyone you knew, was probably a bit gauche and uncouth, but you think it was just more than anything a perfect testimony of how this man drove you to the brink of insanity in a way no one else could.

"Fine, but I swear to Eywa that if you -"

"A-ah, fuck!"

Propped with your hands on his shoulders, his fingers around your throat, you were bouncing up and down his cock, trying to ignore how you could be caught at any point, how close you were to the communal fire, barely covered by some shrubbery, how fear was fuel for your desire as his tip kept slamming into your cervix so hard you felt it in your ribcage when he rutted upwards into you.

"Quiet, tiyawn. You don't want people to hear us, now do you?"

A glint of mischief flashed across his eyes, smirk to match, as he brought the hand he had gripped on your hips to help him move you on his length forward, circling your clit masterfully and you whimper again, eliciting a small laugh from him.

"Or maybe you like that? 'That turn you on, huh? My dirty girl."

The sound of skin slapping against skin was so strident you'd be surprised if someone wouldn't come just to see if they can catch the end tail of a rousing performance people couldn't help but clap for, but to be honest with yourself, you didn't care. It was known in the village - your mad, intense, mercurial, quixotic relationship with Neteyam. You were both crazy - for each other, and in general, it seemed, because you fought, fled and fucked more often than truly anyone could keep with with.

"God, I love watching you take my cock. You're such a good girl, and you always take me so well, tiyawn. So well."

You said nothing as the rush of all the sensations trying you quickly became overwhelming, as the heady combination of being chocked by a man who knew how to use it to your advantage helped heighten his ministrations on your clit, his wild and intemperate thrusts that stretched you and filled like you craved, like only he could, and you come, whining and sobbing, nails digging painfully in his skin. He follows suit, his own groans unable to be kept hidden, and he releases his hand from around your neck and brings it back to the nape of your neck, willing you softly in his chest, where, although full of cobwebs and a little dusty, would always be your home.

"Shh, that's right. Did so well for me, tiyawn. My perfect girl." A kiss on your temple, soft and intimate, and the constant shower of unbridled praise, that you lived to see come out of his beautiful mouth as he filled you up with his cock, reminded you why you stayed and came back, over and over. Because it was worth it. And he was worth it.

"I'm still fucking mad at you."

I get drunk, pretend that I'm over it Self-destruct, show up like an idiot Why, oh why does God keep bringing me Back to you?

"We are never getting back together. Like ever." you say in between sips of fermented yovo juice, that always goes to your head way too quickly, that always makes a mess out of your tongue and a slur of your words.

"I want to believe you, friend...I really do, but... you've said that one too many times. You're the girl that cried Palulukan. Nobody's coming to rescue you now, sister."

"N-no..." the hiccup was violent enough to make you throw up in your mouth and you groaned, the headache caused by the startled yelp digging in your temples. “I me-mean it this t-time. It’s o-over.” You were stomping your feet in determination, eager to prove that you would once and for all be rid of the man that was nowhere to be found for the village celebration that he’s known about for months.

“Lo-Lo’ak! Hey Lo’ak!” The sighting of Neteyam’s nicer, more amiable, sociable younger brother was a one for sore eyes, as it proved that it wasn’t family duty keeping your boyfriend… ex-boyfriend… away, it was his own maddening stubbornness and selfishness doing it instead.

“Neteyam’s training… I’m sorry. We told him to come, but he… gets in like a weird trance whenever he’s on the grounds, I swear it’s like something out of an Earth zombie movie.”

You didn’t know what he was talking about and he didn’t elaborate before he took off, leaving you leaning against a tree with only your tiny friend as a barrier between your face and the cold, hard, ground.

“Argh, who cares?! It’s be-better he’s gone, he’s a k-killjoy anyway and i for one a-am happy to be rid of-“

“Neteyam!” Tuk’s screams close to deafen you and the sound was the last push your body needed to lunge itself forward and hurl the contents of your stomach onto the mossy ground that was now more yellow than it had ever been green.

“Oh, mighty and all-powerful Eywa.”

“Hi, Syulen. I got it, thanks.”

“Take her home, Neteyam. And don’t get any funny ideas.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Come, tiyawn.”

You wanted to protest, but the bile in your mouth was bitter and burning, and so you didn’t, not as he picked you up as gently as if you were a precious flower he didn’t want to wilt, not when he pressed a kiss on your temple as his arm found the back of your knees for added support, not as he carried you home silently, outside of the soft-spoken coos of affection and apologies, while you mumbled unattractively in his chest.

“I hate y-you.”

"I know."

"You're the wo-worst."

"I know."

As you reached your tent, you were greeted by soft trills and purrs that sobered you immediately, that made you jump from his arms and onto the ground, where a small pup lay. It was cautious as you approached, but eventually relaxed around you and let you kneel beside it. It has an ugly gash across its back, that looked like it had been tended to. It was a Palulukan pup, and the thought made fevered chills run down your spine.

"Neteyam, wha-"

"I found him coming back from practice. He was hurt and limping, and clinging to his mother's corpse. I took him home and have been helping my grandmother tend to him ever since. That's why I'm late."

“I know you’ve been lonely since your parents died. Well, he seemed lonely too. His parents are gone, and so I thought… you could be his new home. And I could be yours. I’m done running away, tiyawn. From now on, I only want to run towards things. Towards you. I’m yours. You own me. For good, this time. If you still want me.”

You smile a sheepish smile, looking up at him through your lashes while you pet the new priceless addition to your small family. You really were the girl that cried Palulukan.

“If I say no, will you take him away?”

He winced a little, a grimace marring his beautiful features.

“Of course not.”

“If I say yes, can we all be a family?”

The grimace dissolved as quickly as it appeared and a dazzling, gummy smile replaced it, one that dizzied you in its utter and undeniable beauty, one that you couldn’t help replicate, not when kneeled in front of you and took your face in his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, his own face mere inches from yours.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

taglist: @fanboyluvr @yagirlheree @teyamsbitch

[fleurriee]

As a person that has been shifting between these 2 fandoms, I can't tell you how excited I am about any of your upcoming Aemond fics ! Although I slightly like Daemon more but Aemond is literally closing in. I really love the way you write Neteyam, I keep reading by your fics at least once a day 🩷

anon!!! this has made me so unbelievably happy, you have no idea!! not you reading my fics multiple times too 🤧🤧 ilysm & thank u bby <33

im also so excited to start writing for him, bc he has been on my mind DAILY istg. i can see where you’re coming from with daemon, especially bc like… matt smith… but aemond just does it more for me 🤭

can’t wait for you to read what i have planned!

[shingia]

can i req suna,, akaashi and iwa (and anyone else u want!!) getting jelly abt the s/o hanging out with another guy and being touchy (like the playful smacking or smth) without knowing the guy was their brother? angst to fluff bc i want the ✨ pain ✨ if u dont wanna its fine too,,

thanks bby,, love ur works so much! stay safe and healthy 😫💗

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS OF A GUY WITHOUT KNOWING HE’S YOUR BROTHER ✗

me receiving a request : 🥰 the request including suna :🤩 tysmm bby stay safe and healthy tooo <3

-> suna, iwaizumi, akaashi

-> angst to fluff

-> reblogs help a lot <33

— SUNA

• he hadn’t asked many questions when you told him you couldn’t come over to his house in the afternoon. but now, as he was replaying your snapchat story for the sixth time, he really wished he did

• maybe if he had insisted on coming with you, you wouldn’t have let this guy - that he had never seen, for the record - act so touchy with you

• was it his fault for not making you feel special enough ? to the point that you preferred the company of other men rather than your own boyfriend’s ?

• just the thought of this was enough to make a few of his usually well-hidden insecurities bubble up - most of them due to what his friends always joked about « suna doesn’t care enough to be in a relationship, they’ll all run away after a week ! »

• so yes, suna was hurt, but you didn’t have to see that. your opinion on him was the only one he cared about, he didn’t want to tarnish it. well... your opinion and his little sister’s, who burst into his room as he was about to watch your story for the seventh time to tell him that « someone’s at the door ! »

• not feeling like getting out of bed, it took him a few minutes to drag his feet to the door before finally opening it. and of all the people he could have expected to see, you were the last of them

• « surprise ? » you smiled as you let yourself in, not noticing the surprised look on his face as you greeted him with a tight hug. « i felt bad for cancelling our afternoon together, so i asked my brother to drop me off »

• you weren’t even done talking that suna had already recognized the man in the car that was leaving his driveway. his embrace immediately softened, and a smile crept on his face as he felt all his doubts vanish in a second

• « nuh-uh, don’t take your jacket off beautiful, i’m taking you out », he told you, determined to spoil you in the way he regretted not doing sooner

• at his words, his sister almost magically appeared next to you, coat in hand and ready to go. « you weren’t planning on leaving without me, right ? » she flashed you a toothless grin, grabbing both your hand and his to drag you two outside

• suna shared a deadpanned look with you, « of course not... » you both said in unison as she was already leading the way to her favorite ice cream shop

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s trust in you was infinite. but something about the way this guy had his arm playfully wrapped around your shoulders didn’t sit right with him

• his practice had ran late and he was exhausted. but he had promised you he would pop over to the birthday party of your childhood best friend, knowing how much it mattered to you

• but your behavior looked an awful lot like an attempt at making him jealous... and it was working

• was it your way of letting him know that you two weren’t working anymore ? were you just too much of a coward to be clear about it ? he hated to think about you that way. and most of all, he cared about you too much to not step in

• « ok now you got my attention » he told you after pulling you to the side. « if you want to tell me something, go ahead, i’m listening »

• still trapped in the euphoria of the moment, you didn’t really understand how upset he was. but maybe it was for the best, because it allowed you to defuse the tension lightheartedly : « i can’t believe i forgot to introduce you ! » you let out as you dragged him back to where your brother was still standing

• his jaw still clenched, iwa couldn’t even bring himself to shake this stranger’s hand, as friendly as he looked. at least not until you spoke your next words : « he was actually telling me how excited he was to finally met his future brother-in-law ! »

• iwa’s lips slightly parted in confusion, you could almost hear the cogs turning in his head over the music. brother? well that explained a lot of things

• « h-hi, sorry i was... miles away » he apologized before finally shaking the hand your brother was holding out to him

• but once the surprise had passed, another word stuck with him : brother-in-law ? as in « my sibling speaks so highly of you that i’m willing to let you put a ring on their finger even though i have never met you yet » ?

• well, it was good to know that your brother agreed with the plans he’d had for you since day 1...

— AKAASHI

• it was not unusual for akaashi to think that maybe he was not good enough for you. but being actually jealous was a first for him

• he had promised himself to never be too overprotective of you. but the facts were here : it was 3am and the only thing keeping him up was this unknown feeling of pure jealousy

• if he had not been in such a hurry when he witnessed your lighthearted banter and playful fighting with this man in the afternoon, he would’ve come up to you. introduced himself. maybe asked a few questions. if

• suspecting that this unpleasant feeling would not go away unless he talked to you about it, akaashi found himself dialling your number in the middle of the night

• used to his thoughts polluting his mind at unpredictable hours of the day and the night, your ringer was always on. which is why you picked up after only two rings

• « hi angel, i’m sorry to wake you up, i just... » he started, the clarity of his tone letting you know that he had not slept a wink. feeling his hesitation, you were quick to reassure him « it’s ok keiji. what’s going on ? »

• « who were you with ? i mean- this afternoon ? i don’t think i’ve ever met that guy and i was just wondering if... maybe i should ? »

• sitting up straight on your bed, you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders. if this was the only thing keeping him awake, he should be able to fall asleep in the following minutes. « i was with my brother. but i understand why you were confused, it’s a normal reaction so please don’t blame yourself for that, alright baby ? »

• the gasp you heard on the other end of the line made you chuckle. akaashi’s voice was much less tensed now : « well in that case, yeah i should probably meet him... if you’re ok with that »

• « i’m more than ok with that » you smiled, placing your phone down on your pillow « wanna stay on the phone for a bit ? »

• « that’d be nice », his voice sounded sleepy already, especially above the familiar sound of his covers being pulled up to his chin

— ATSUMU

• how could he put that in words ? he didn’t even know if he was allowed to be jealous because he knew how often you had to see him deal with his many fangirls

• and that was actually what bugged him the most : that he might have already made you feel as shitty as he was feeling now

• but atsumu wasn’t the type to sit down and seriously open up about his feelings. besides, it was much easier to look like a needy boyfriend rather than a vulnerable one

• so he resorted to what he was best at : physical touch as a way to get your attention

• sneaking up behind you, he didn’t give you any warning before wrapping both his arms around your waist and pressing his chest on your back so much that you almost had to bend over

• he really hoped you would be perceptive enough to understand that he wasn’t just being clingy, but in need of a lot of reassurance. and luckily, it was quick to come :

• « tsumu, let me introduce you my brother » you chuckled, understanding how and why he had been mistaken

• one hand still on your waist, he used the other to greet your brother. atsumu did not really seem fazed by the news. of course he was relieved to know that he had nothing to worry about, but this little experience had still been very eye-opening to him

• after your brother had left to give you two some privacy, tsumu’s grip on your waist tightened, but in a softer way

• « ‘m sorry if i ever made ya cry » he let out, completely out of the blue. you didn’t really understand the meaning of this, but it didn’t matter. your hand found its way to his cheek that you brushed lightly with one finger, admiring the how it was slowly turning red. « being jealous sucks... » he added.

• « it does », you approved, giving him a quick peck on the nose. « but there’s nothing and no one that you should worry about, i promise »

• a fond smile lit up his face. you looked sincere, and he really needed to hear that right now. quick as ever, his hands left your waist to come and rest on your cheeks. both holding each other’s faces, you stared at the other for a few seconds, wondering which one of you would give in to a kiss first

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[claireunoia]

࿐ 𝐔𝐑𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄

RILEYBINAA ➪ CLAIREUNOIA

i thought it was time for a change besties after nagging my friends 24/7 abt users LMAO. ik they’re probably so tired of me omg but without the thanks of vee and kyla i would’ve never made up my mind at all so tanks u bby’s <33 ps. for my library acc i will be keeping the url thats already there just so i don’t have to change all the links over there as well just bc that’s too much work & i’m lazy pls.

tagging my mutuals ++

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[suguruverse]

hiiii bby :) idk if u got a lot of requests to do, but if not, could u write hcs for bokuto having a s/o with a really cute voice pls? he be like 💞💗🥰🥺🥰 even when the reader swears bc is just really cute sjdkskcjskxjsh -

— HAIKYUU BOYS WITH AN S/O WITH A REALLY CUTE VOICE

includes - bokuto koutaro and miya atsumu

a/n - hi lovely! i added miya atsumu bc i love him so much,, i hope you don’t mind <33 THANK YOU GUYS FOR 400 FOLLWERS THAT WAS LITERALLY SO QUICK WJAT 💓💓💖💘💗💞💝💓💖💖

↳ BOKUTO KOUTARO

- MF LIVES FOR YOUR VOICE

- well there’s nothing he doesn’t like about you but that’s not the point of this

- if he’s not with you, he’s calling you constantly

- there’s nothing he loves more than when you answer the call and your voice comes through the phone with “hi kou, i missed you”

- every single time you open your mouth, he’s out here looking at you like 🥺🥺🥺

- hearing your voice is his motivation to go to practice

- when you guys aren’t together in the morning, he either calls you or tells you to leave him a voice message saying good morning, and how much you love/miss him

- he always makes you repeat things just so he can hear your voice

- he genuinely thinks that you’re an angel from heaven

- there was one day you were working from home while he was at practice

- you were in the middle of a super important meeting when your laptop shut down

- you were already stressed enough, now this happened!?!

“UGH FUCK THIS SHIT”

“BABY IM HOME GIMME A KISS”

- multiple steps were taken back when he saw the glare you threw his way

“oh bokuto welcome home”

“hi baby, is everything okay? want help from your big strong boyfriend?”

“no, it’s just that my laptop shut down while i was in a meeting”

“aw baby, i’m sorry, i’ll go grab the charger for youo”

- he ran off into the bedroom before you could even say anything back

- when he came back, your elbows were on the table, hands cradling your face

“baby it’s okay, if it makes you feel any better, when your stressed, your voice goes higher and i find it adorable”

“i love you, but this is not the time”

“right sorry baby, i’ll be in the other room, call me anytime”

“okay, love you”

“again”

“love you”

“again”

“i love you baby”

- bokuto = 🧠🚫

- wait that seems inappropriate, what i meant was that his brain stopped functioning

↳ MIYA ATSUMU

- this smug mf i swear

- his ring tone is your voice

- its either you just talking or you singing (if you do know how to sing)

- he’s accidently missed a lot of calls because he was too busy listening to your voice, missing you

- even the notif sounds for his message is your laugh

- his voicemail is also you

- and when you try to talk him into changing it

- all he does is complain and say that you’re blessing people with your voice

- you don’t get it but you let him keep it 

- he has so many videos in his camera roll of you just talking and listens to it whenever you guys aren’t together

- he’s almost bragging to his teammates at practice about how he’s got the cutest gf ever

- sakusa is sick of him but he finds you voice adorable as well, but won’t say anything

- bokuto and hinata are jealous and wants to try find a cute girlfriend as well

- whenever he goes to sleep, he always makes you play with his hair while whispering how much you love him

- he even has his own ‘boyfriend voice’ that he has with you and only you

- although sakusa heard it a couple times and has never stopped making fun of atsumu

- when you come to his games and hears your cute little voice cheering him on

- UGH HE COULD HAVE MARRIED YOU RIGHT THERE

- and when you’re sick and your voice becomes all coarse, he hates it

- but he loves taking care of you so he doesn’t really mind

- AND WHEN YOU CALL HIM AND GO “hi ‘tsum, how’s practice going?”

- THIS MAN WITHOUT A DOUBT WILL SHED SOME TEARS

- and anytime you swear, he acts like he can’t hear you

- he’s all like ‘hm? did someone just swear? couldn’t be mah baby’

- the first time he met your parents, he was out here like

“mrs. l/n, how is your daughter so cute?”

- you stepped on his foot under the table <3

[oikadori]

❥︎Hello Darling~

❥︎Can I have a headcanons when Oikawa's and Iwaizumi's s/o Knee injured in volleyball and can no longer move her leg and feel because of this pain but still wants to play volleyball

❥︎Sorry for my English

❥︎Thank you ~

REACTING TO THEIR S/O GETTING INJURED IN VOLLEYBALL

⇢ Includes : oikawa , iwaizumi , kita

⇢ Genre : angst , comfort , fem!reader

⇢ WC~ 1,3K

a/n :  Yes ofc you can bby! Okay i got a little carried away with this one, thank u for requesting...I added Kita btw hope u don’t mind. lolz i had to investigate a bit about volleyball injuries uhm sorry if it is not very accurate tho 

y’all look so sexc when u reblog <33

You forgot packing your knee pads in your sport bag, you were too 

distracted by your boyfriend’s charms

It never crossed your mind that you would play your last match today.

Oikawa’s heart drops to the floor when he hears you hiccup through the phone

he vanishes from practice to meet you at your doctor’s appointment,

“Look at the bright side, we’ll be wearing matching knee suspenders now!”

He jokes but his smile quickly fades when you look away.

Your parents take you back to school and chat with oikawa for a few minutes.

The perfect moment for you to slip into the gym

“Y/n-chan! Are you here?” the echoes of the ball bouncing against the wooden floor hammers in his ears.

He freezes in the spot following your movements as he thinks of how to scold you next but the moment, he sees your leg faltering, his heart clenches.

“Shit!”

You curse, frustration mixed with pain swelling in your chest as you fail your serve the nth time. Your shoulders tense up, feeling two eyes piercing your back. But you quickly loosen up, the feeling too familiar to not recognize it.

“What are you doing?” Oikawa mumbles, taking wide steps towards you, head looking down

“what does it look like? I’m practicing”, you answer sharply, turning to face him.

Oikawa’s breathe itches and a dead silence settles between you two. You bite your lip, containing a hiss of pain, refusing to acknowledge your injure.

“Your knee can’t endure that!”, he snaps at you with glassy eyes, grabbing your wrists, noticing his own behavior in you

And it pains him.

“Don’t“

“You hear what the doctor said“

“Stop tooru!“

You squeeze your eyes in hopes it is bad dream, your bottom lip trembling too scared to face the truth.

“y/n-chan…”, he whispers, his hands loosing his grip  to cup your cheeks so gently it has you looking up to him immediately “–you can’t play anymore”  

He stares directly at you, using all his strength. Your hand travels to your chest, gripping harshly the fabric of your shirt, brows furrowed together as fat tears roll down your face.

“I-I just wanted to stay on the court for a little longer...”

“I know, pretty, i know”, his thumbs trace soft circles on your skin as you tear up. Your hold on his forearms is strong, feeling your body crumbling.

He feels tears forming on his eyes as your incontrollable sobs bounce against the walls of the gym.

Oikawa presses kisses on your wet face before pecking your lips softly stealing a slight smile out of you.

“We'll figure something out, i promise.”

losing a match was completely frustrating for you, so instead of going home you find yourself in the gym.

your ankle has been feeling weird for a time now, but you were good at hiding it.

so good in fact that your over-protective boyfriend hasn’t noticed it

the moment he finds you, he doesn’t waste time to scold you

“oi,y/n! you have to rest after a match! how many times do i have to tell you?”

his eyes pop out when your ankle makes a horrific sound, and you collapse on the ground.

the time stops except for iwaizumi, who is quickly lifting you bridal style.

“What do you mean by permanent damage?!”, you ask harsher than you intended to, Iwaizumi occupying the seat next you.

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to play anymore…Since when have you been pushing your ankle?” the nurse asks

Your boyfriend’s eyey widen, the new information. Suddenly he remembers all the times you slight limped during your jogs causing his jaw to clench

“Almost two moths ago…”

“That explains the amount of damage-” the woman sighs before heading to the door, “I’ll call your parents now, you two wait here”

After hearing the click of the door, Iwaizumi turns to face you, burning eyes scanning you but your mind is far away.

“Two fucking months?! Are you out of your mind?!” he grunts, anger printed on each of his words. He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing.

“And I was too fucking blind to see it”

He curses to himself, an angry vein pulsating on his forehead as he rests his elbows on his knees, eyes locked with the white floor.

“Sorry…”

The soft mumble you let out makes Iwaizumi shiver. He gazes at you, his chest feeling heavier as he watches big tears glistening on your face

“I’m sorry!!”

He bites his lip, a big lump forming in his throat as your breath hitches.

“ No, I didn’t mean to– Fuck! I should have notice it” he reaches one of your hands, shutting his eyes, unable to look at you.

“I’m so sorry y/n!! I’m supposed to take care of you and-“

His eyelids feel heavy, squeezing it your small palm tightly. You wipe some tears with back of your free hand before placing it on top of his.

“You always take good care of me, Hajime. It is not your fault.”

Iwaizumi’s features soften before standing up. He pulls you into his chest, pressing the back of your head against him as his other hand lays on your small back, making soothing motions.

“I’m gonna make sure you get better, princess”

after a full week of training you find your way back to the gym, eager to see your boyfriend

and of course, the second years doesn’t waste the chance to practice some blocks with you

you land awkwardly from a jump and your knee makes a dreadful pop

everyone freaks out

kita returns from the lockers to find a total chaos.

his face remains calm but his heart is hammering against his chest

he gives a cold stare to the twins and they are quickly searching for help

next thing you know the whole team is carrying you out of the gym

“It says it is an ACL”

“A what??” you ask, laying on your back on the nursing’s bed

“Anterior cruciate ligament injury”, kita says, reading the papers in the folder the nurse gave him moments ago.

‘Are you family?’

Kita took a moment to think about the question. Finally, he looked at her, his heart spoking for him.

‘Not yet’

“I-Is it really bad?”, you ask, eyes flooding with fear.

“It says these injuries don’t heal”

The air around you turns incredibly thick, difficulting each of your breathes.

Kita feels a stab in his chest at the sight of your pale face and teary eyes. He unconsciously moves closer to your bed, mind deep in thought as he feet take heavy steps.

You sob loudly and hide your swollen eyes in the joint between your forearm and elbow.

“I’m finished.” You exhale before sealing your lips.

He stares at the ceiling for a couple of seconds and then he taps your shoulder. Keeping your position, you roll a to the side, making a space for him.

“Not at all”

He caresses your hair, staring at the wall. You look at him, confused.

“But I won’t be able to play again–“

“And?”

You blink, your parted lips open to protest but Kita resumes his train of thought.  

“You can still be involved in volleyball outside the court.”, you tilt your head, waiting for him to continue, causing kita’s eye to soften as he continues rubbing your hair.

“You have many other qualities and–” he brings your hand to his lips, placing a warm kiss. Kita smiles as your breath slows doing as he had anticipated.

“– whatever you choose, I’m gonna be here for you”

Your feel like crying again, tears prickle on the corner of your eyes but Kita  wipes them away. You hold his hand in that position, enjoying the warmth his palm offers, feeling safe in his touch.

“I love you Shin”

His heart lightens at your words. He gazes down at you, a tender look grazing his features as he leans to kiss your nose.

“Rest for now my love“

[maybankxw]

(hi babyyy<33 congratulations on your 700 followers!! you deserve at least 100x the amount and a kiss from the two boys u write so beautifully for!!)

i would like to request a rafe hc! an angsty one, maybe based off the song 'a little death' by the nbhd?? or 'beautiful crime' by tamer u can chose whichever! those two are my fav songs of all time and im so exicted to see what u do with any of them! im zoe as u know already!! im a bit of an impulsive person if im being honest, but i also try to see the good in each person and dont want to judge anyone (unless they're a rlly shitty person obviously) i love love bickering in a loving way, the same way you would bicker with your family/friends! i rarely trust people entirely, i think the only person u can really count on is yourself cause u dont know what other ppl are truly like and their real motives, im a v loyal person to my friends and others, but other than that im a quite positive person and i love bringing other some kind of comfort through advice and other stuff!

i hope i included everything u need, good look with your event its such a great idea, im so excited to see what u come up with <33

hi sunshine!! thank u soooo much! i love u bby <3 thanks for requesting, i'm beyond happy to write something for you, i hope you’ll like it, mwah <333

Low rumble of Rafe’s voice made you shiver as he kept groaning, “Yeah, the two of us,” he gritted his teeth in annoyance as you stood with your arms folded on your chest, listening to the slight tap sound of a keyboard, while the receptionist checked you in.

It was around 3 in the morning. The hotel was silent and dark, one lamplight blinking irritatingly in the corridor as you made your way to the room 127. Your shoulders visibly tensed, breaths ragged as you anticipated the upcoming fight.

The room was cold and dump, the moon casted a dim glow onto the queen-sized bed and a small nightstand drawer, the door banging as Rafe pushed it way too hard. “Can you not?” you scolded.

These little fights, which happened almost every night, must’ve gotten old, but they also kept your relationships going — throwing tiny splinters into the small flame to make a great fire.

Black duffel bag rested on the crumpled carpet next to the bed, which Cameron cruelly threw on the floor. He took the bottle out and set it on the wooden surface, the pack of cigs followed.

The bed was made, but in a few hours these sheets would become a mess. The bottle full, sparkling in the moonlight, would be half empty in a few minutes.

“You’re so fucked,” he hissed, twisting the cup off, taking a few gulps of vodka as you watched him with a puzzled face. Rafe made up something in his head about you and one of your friends, again. “You want to be with him, don’t you?”

You leaned against the stone cold wall, closing your eyes, exhaling abruptly, deciding not to reply yet. When your eyes snapped opened he stood in front of you, handsome, but stupid, raging, furious about nothing, “Answer me,” his palm met the wall next to your head. You didn’t even wince.

He never hurt you, even if he was completely out of his mind, he wouldn’t let himself lay his hands on you, harm in any way.

“You know nothing happened, stop making shit up,” you pushed his chest slightly, making your way to the balcony to get a gulp of fresh air.

"Don't walk away from me like that."

"I'm not."

“Wanna dance with me?” he mumbled into the back of your neck as he closed the distance, following you outside, snaking his arms around your waist as you both started swaying from side to side to the sound of the wind and your mingled breathing. Two shadows on the wall.

“It can’t keep happening, Rafe.”

“What do you mean by that?” he spun you around, narrowing his eyes at you, his hands down his sides and off of your body.

“You have to stop doubting, suspect, you have to trust me.”

“You make it complicated.”

“I thought complications get you going.”

With shaky hands he retrieved a cigarette and a silver lighter from his pocket, metal clinking as he opened and lighted the bundle. White smoke filling the space between you two. “Do you love me?”

“What’s that question?”

“Do you love me, Zoe?”

“What are you trying for Rafe? You know the answer.”

“Can I touch you?” he inhaled the poisonous fume in, bending his head to study your features, the moon framing your face and hair, scattering all over bare shoulders, “You can.”

Rough pads of his fingertips tightened on your chin as he stared in your eyes, “Did you kiss him?”

“No,” you said calmly, holding his gaze, lips parted as you felt the tension between you both rising up, "I wouldn't."

“Okay,” he whispered, blowing the smoke out to the side, moving his huge palm into your hair, tangling them, "I trust you," he nodded his head, lip pouting slightly as he dived in for a kiss, rough and bitter.

That’s how he showed his affection.

playlist: ・ a little death by the neighbourhood; ・ robbers by the 1975; ・affection by cigarettes after sex; ・ sextape by deftones