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beann-e · 5 months
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Waah I missed tumblr so much it’s been so long since I’ve logged on here
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beann-e · 9 months
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Often times people always say how ‘ those who pretend they hate each other are actually just in love and don’t know how to show it ‘.
There are some days when you wish this were the case. When you wish that your hate for sunghoon wasnt as deep as it is now.
You wish that the both of you could come to an agreement that youre just wildly in love with each other. That instead of wanting to break his face in with your fist you would want to do it with your mouth in a long lasting kiss.
You deeply wish that everytime you yell at him it wouldnt be in a fit of rage but, in a cry of desperation to be loved but no you
“ —hate him “ you screamed as you drove your fist into jungwons chest repeatedly. “ I — I really really hate him won “
The black haired male staring straight ahead almost as if he was oblivious to the balled up fist that were pounding against his chest close to his heart. Tounge poking the inside of his cheek before his hands came up to wrap around your wrist.
Your eyes looking into his when you felt the defining grip of his thin fingers on your wrist. Mouth opening a bit when he flicked his eyes over your creased eyebrows before dropping to land on your own.
“ listen “ his voice sending shivers through your body as he sucked his teeth his own eyebrows furrowing the same as yours “ I can understand that really I can “
Apparent annoyance drawn ln his face as if it a white board “ but what I cant understand is your need to punch me “ he spit “ im not pretty boy — ok—im the leader — im an adult now y/n? “
Grip feeling a bit tighter “ im lost have we just forgotten that along the way or ? What huh ? “
Your mouth wide open as his face got closer to yours “ come on speak up ? You do it enough when sunghoon says something so why cant you do it now ? Like I said before im not one to throw my title around — all im saying is— im lost “
Small gasps leaving your mouth feeling his breath nearly collide with your own. Before letting out a small squeak at the next words that flowed into the room. A shiver moving through your body when you didnt see jungwons lips move “ yeah — how about we catch up because similar to yang here im a bit lost on why the pretty girl is in his arms and not mine “
Your eyes slowly moving over to the tall male leaning against the doorway. Arms folded a slight smirk on his face as he locked the door behind him picking up his duffle bag on the floor and walking over to the two people standing in his room.
Finger lightly grazing your arm as your body tried to flinch back but unable to from the tight hold of jungwons hands still latched to your wrist
“ you miss me that much princess or am I just lucky to walk in on such a sight tonight “ a wide smile spreading across his lips as his mouth came to your ear “ you wouldnt dare be snitching on me right ? “
Your body freezing at the implication for your visit mind racing trying to figure out what you actually were here for in the first place until you felt cold hands on your shoulder and a single breathe of a word in your ear “ y/n “
A small hm leaving you before he laughed “ did you come here for a “ he shook his head in confusion “ what did we agree to call it again ? Was it a massage ? “ he laughed “ did you come here for a massage princess ? “
eyes flicking over to jungwons suspecting ones “ shes been a bit tense lately so ive been helping her out its ok you can go back to what you were doing Yang “
“ why the hell would I allow her in your room at this time of night “
“ why wouldnt you ? “ he cocked his head to the side as if challenging the younger boy in front of him “ you are the leader right ? “
He shook his head as his lip jutted out “ so in what world would you not trust those under you ? Or as you like to say those older the you with your little sister ? Your mature hyungs? “
Jungwons eyebrows twitching as he stared at you not wanting to lock eyes with sunghoon. He in no way wanted to seem disrespectful but, he had questions about the two of you.
You hated each other.
He knew you hated each other
So why was he having the hardest time deciding on if he should listen to his hyung and leave you two alone or to take you along with him. He knew this decision would just come back and bite him in his ass when he got scolded for the mess you two would make in the argument you were bound to get into as soon as he left the room.
“ jungwon “ you let out softly a small smile gracing your lips “ its ok “
“ it’s not— you two will fight and I’ll be left to get in trouble you two never do I always receive the backlash from management “ he shook his head hand running down his face in exhaustion “ and from grandma……youre not even suppose to be here y/n — press would throw a fit of happiness if they catch you here “
“ but its my choice — my decision “ your eyes flicking to the dark ones near your neck “ my ex “
Jungwon nodding his head softly as he licked his lips slowly loosening the grip on your wrist before letting out a soft sorry rubbing your wrist slightly “ I’ll leave you two but “ his finger waving at you knowing you were the only one who would actually listen“ if grandma finds out about this I was knocked out thanks to the jet lag ok“
Nodding your head as you watched him suck his teeth mumbling under his breath as he grabbed his phone and made his way out of the hotel room leaving you to the quiet and long sigh that sunghoon let out against your neck “ I really — really — really hate you “
“ awe baby you know it hurts me when you say that “
Your face falling in sadness at the claim “ so? “ he spoke softly the room seeming to close in on itself “ you flew here for me ? “
“ sunghoon— “‘
“ did you fly here for me “
“ sunghoon no I saw — “
“ regardless “ he whisper yelled eyes glued to the floor as his fist tightned at your sides sides “ fuck all that — did you fly here for me “
Your eyebrows still stuck in the furrow they held from earlier a small puff of air leaving your mouth as your face turned and eyes traveled across his face “ no “ the air growing cold “ no hoon I didnt “
You shook your head sadly knowing him like the back of your hand “ I didnt sunghoon — not this time “
“ and whats so different this time huh ? “ his nails digging into his palms as he took a step back “ whats so different now compared to every other time “
Your eyes shutting in a blink “ what ? Is it that you don’t love me anymore huh ? You don’t care about me ? What if im high off my ass y/n ? You wont fly to sober me up anymore huh ? “ his voice starting to get a bit louder
“ if I get food positioning ? You wont rub my back when I spill my fucking guts over the toilet seat anymore huh ? “
His body shaking “ whats so different about this tim— “
“ sunghoon im getting married “
HIs mouth opening a bit at your words hands relaxing a bit from the attack that was happening on his palms “ i just came to deliver the invitation “ but— hah— you cant — you literally cant “
“ I am “
“ youre an actor “
“ yes and youre an idol “ a sigh leaving your mouth “ I thought we went over our occupations when we first met “
“ you cant get married— you cant even date your fans will— “
“ my fans already know hoon “
“ they ? They know “
You shook your head as his heart broke into pieces throughout the entirety of your relationship together , if you could Even call it that , he was never shown off.
Something that was Hard to endure for someone like him , a person who got off on being talked about , he enjoyed endless conversations and compliments but only when you were behind closed doors…
It was a bit harder to enjoy them the way he wanted but now here you are with the word husband and yeonjuns pretty face to match on a wedding invitation card.
“ but y/n”
“ no—- I didn’t come for anything else and I promised jun I would only come for closure nothing other then that “
“ and y/n I understand that and trust me I was an ass—“
“ hole yes we know but, I’ve heard it all before I don’t need to talk to you anymore I found closure in just knowing you were Invited “ a small smile playing on your face “ I know if I hadn’t have come here you would’ve lied to press and said you weren’t invited and I can’t have my brother dealing with our personal drama “
“Y/n I— “
“ you have nothing to say that you haven’t already and quite honestly I’m tired of the same old phrases whenever I try to leave this toxic situation for something better “
“ but y/n this is differ- “
“ no it’s just like all the times before “ you sigh moving to grab your bag and walking to the front door “ you just never remember you’ve said it because you’re high off your ass and you just don’t want me to leave “
“ y/n i do mean it this time really i do I — “ your hand twisting the knob and closing the door behind you as you softly let out a small sentence tears knocking on your closed lids praying to be free.
“ —love you “
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beann-e · 1 year
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hii do u still write for gwinam ?
Yes I do !!
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beann-e · 1 year
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Open to request !! Help me figure out what to write ! I think I might open myself up to kpop too !! Don’t be afraid to send in request I’ll try to write whatever you ask for ! :)
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beann-e · 2 years
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Can you please please please write atsumu with a reader that bakes when reader is stressed?
“ ok baking soda , sugar , vanilla extract— did I need vanilla extract— never mind that I “ your head somehow magically still screwed onto your moving body.
Mind running a thousand miles a minute as you tried hard to finally get this—
What was this ?
What were you making
Huh
Wait
Ok no back on track you were making a pie yes a pie that … somehow needed baking soda ok yeah this is no good “ fuck “ you yelled “ it’s everything— I just — I can’t keep— “
You shook your head trying to reel yourself back into the sense of focus that you’d had earlier which seemed to be going well enough that you were able to drown out the sound of the door lock clicking open.
Squeaky new sneakers that he’d just bought you and himself tracking in dirt and tshirt holding sweat from the gym not even 1 hour ago into the foyer. Exhaustion following behind him similar to a ghost as he ventured into the house further.
Finally slipping off his shoes and putting on his slippers he took the small step into the hallway listening to the nonstop mumbles that were leaving the kitchen before sighing softly.
He understood your anxiety about everything that’s been happening lately youd had no choice but to own up to it and shoulder it like you’ve done your whole life with everything else.
You worked hard and were never appreciated but, atsumu was here now this ‘ baking ‘ , if that’s what you could call it , wasn’t necessary. He took a deep breathe and tried to prepare himself , though extremely tired , to try to calm you down “ y/n baby I’m bac—oh my go—what the hell is going on in my kitchen “
His mouth fell open as his eyes widened footsteps falling silent as he turned the corner into the kitchen making eye contact with 4 eggs that’d been lying idle and cracked near the sink
2 more if you count the ones he saw peeking from their hiding spot behind the toaster a second ago before they escaped and rolled onto the floor in a horrible attempt to obviously getaway from this monstrosity you were making.
“ the damn eggs don’t even wanna contribute baby “ Sugar all over his floor and flour decorating his fridge handle “lord I swear ‘ya always do it ‘to me on my hardest days “ duffle bag dropping and closing his eyes and squeezing them
“ y/n “ he spoke softly taking a deep breathe with closed eyes he couldn’t — no he didn’t have the energy right now to look at the obvious bakery like state of his house right now
“ y/n “
No response body still moving around the kitchen with urgency “ y/fucking/ n “ he spoke your head finally snapping back as you let your mind turn gears finally figuring out that atsumu had finally came home from his 2 week volleyball stay.
“ oh my god “ you mumbled “ I was trying to beat you — I wanted to beat you and get done here—before you got here “ you nearly cried “ I’ve been — I was practing all day today trying to make you a dessert and I — “
Ignoring you his face lit up in confusion “ the fuck is this ? “ he spit “ huh ? — Halloweens not for another month baby — “ eyes wandering over his walls as he finally opened them “ and trust me one step inside this hell shop from anyone and you’ll win first place of fucking y/ntober “
Mouth moving up in a bit of a snarl trying to let his frustration go as you spoke “ I — wasn’t — look my mind is just “ you huffed” I just wanted to bake for you “
“ well you married the wrong fucking brother because “ he let out a breathy sigh “ I don’t own a fucking bakery y/n I only have a house to offer you not a fucking ruin it with 14 fucking desserts and then sit and eat fucking chocolate dipped strawberries while we sit in sticky egg yolk and kiss y/n “
“ I know I was just “
“ you were just stressed baby “ he spoke pleading with you using his eyes to look at you trying to convey what his body couldn’t “ you were just stressed “
“ I was maybe — yes but that’s because “
“ because nothing y/n — nothing should make you this crazy baby — nothing and whatever it is you should stop giving it attenti—- “
“ it’s you — ‘ tsumu you make me this crazy “ you shook your head “ you’ve been gone for a week and all I’ve been able to do is clean and clean and clean I haven’t been able to go to our favorite restaurants because you weren’t here to help make up my mind when I’m stuck between two choices “
You looked at the floor “ I haven’t even been able to sleep until I get a text from you at an ungodly hour because the time zones are so different —couldn’t even check that you’re ok —it took you over 4 hours to respond to me everyday “
His face falling at your words “ I understand that baby really I do but I just “ he sighed “ this baking baby — what ? What can we do about it because “ he motioned around the kitchen allowing you to finally take in what you’d done
“ you’re not good at it” he scoffed “ and our house can not take much more assault to it. This will be the third time this month I’ve called the fire department y/n… one of those days I was literally pregame before a match —- little pissing —-“ he spoke quietly and softly locked eyes with you “ in..London “
“ I— it’s how I cope ‘tsumu “
“ and I get that really I do— I kinda wish you could cope like me and set volleyballs but hey— everyone’s gotta different thing huh“
He smiled as he walked over to you slowly taking the spatula out of you hand and waving it in your face “ I mean you’re using a goddamn spatula to wisk cake mix come on y/n “
You looked away as he lifted your chin up to face him “ don’t feel shy to call me when you’re struggling “ he sighed “ I know I may not pick up and I hate that I wanna be there for you always anytime everyday but — I can’t “ he frowned
“ I just can’t my job doesn’t allow me baby “ your eyes closing as you felt his face getting closer with a whisper “ but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t drop any fucking thing for you baby— you need me that bad call my coach — you’re crying alone in the bed because you miss my warmth tape a picture of me to the pillow “
He kissed the tip of your nose “ if you can’t choose what to eat for dinner put a poll on your insta story if you need someone’s help that badly , wanna go out but got anxious to drive on the highway play some music and imagine I’m sitting right there guiding you through it “
Soft kisses being peppered across your hairline “ I understand you get stressed baby —and maybe I add to the cause because I’m not here — or because yer alone and work is hard—thinking is a lot more work then people think it is “
He smiled in a kiss against your forehead “ ‘nd I don’t blame yer—but— you gotta find a correct way to deal with stress —yoga baby I’ll do it with you — how about —actually “
His mind lighting up along with his face “ ‘m so fucking smart— If baking is what will help you with your stress let’s do it “
His smile growing even wider “ I’ll ask that stupid idiot ‘samu to give us lessons every Saturday baby ? Hmm how’s that sound that way you can properly learn— don’t wanna come home to an anxious mess again wanna actually eat something ok “
Him watching as your eyes lit up in happiness. Your mouth moving before your brain and pulling him into a kiss. The softness leaving as heat intruded in on the sweet moment his hands dropping down to your waist as he pressed his lips harder into yours.
Tongue coming out to swipe across your lips for access which you granted letting him pick you up by your thighs and drop you on the bed down the hall.
Letting him enjoy what he’d missed for the last two weeks ignoring the smoke that filled your home and alarms going off
Right now if you two burned in a fire created from your bakery experiment he’d be happy because your praise of him being the smartest man in the world for allowing you to actually learn how to bake properly made him ignore the fact that the fire department was probably on their way for the 3rd time this week
*I hope it was ok I haven’t reread it or edited it ! *
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beann-e · 2 years
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Thunder poured in from around the room sirens going off in your head well, not in a literal sense. I mean there was no thunder.. it wasn’t raining and no one was coming to save you.
That didn’t change the fact that right now you feel like Zeus has struck you and your boyfriends relationship down himself with a lightening rod.
Your first fight should’ve been like most couples. It shouldn’t have been ‘ easy ‘ per say but it shouldn’t have consisted of curses and threats the regular person in a relationship would fear coming out of their partners mouth.
For you these curses were so normalized in your household you didn’t know how to feel about the words that were leaving his mouth.
You didn’t even feel shocked when you heard the words “ I’ve never fucking loved you y/n — “ your body recoiling at the scoff that left his mouth “ my shitty hag of a mom just wouldn’t get off my ass about fucking grandchildren”
Letting the cold crisp air swirl through the home the two of your bought during the honeymoon stage. During the part in this play where you two swore up and down you loved each other screaming how marriage after high school just ….
Made sense somehow
All of that coming crashing down as soon as you gave birth. Maybe even before that. You feel as though this whole issue started when you woke up in the morning years ago with the urge to throw up.
“ katsuki I need to get up “ a groan leaving him as his arm only tightened on your waist pulling you back into him similar to every other time you attempted to do something for yourself without his permission. “ bakugou please “ you let out stomach doing flips trying to hold down the bile that was burning your throat
“ no “ his eyebrows creasing in annoyance of being woken up “ the fuck do you need to pee for just stay in the fucking bed “
“ kats— “
“ no— I said “ his eyes opening as he looked at your head that was turned towards his “ how many fucking times do I have to say it for you to listen “ voice carrying every bit of meaning behind his words.
Anger hitting you as you dug your nails into his arm that lay around your waist. A upset face staring back at him while , you let out a huff of an anger only pushing your nails into his arm more.
His eyes peering up at you mouth moving in a snarl almost in a look of how dare you.
Silent words and threats being conveyed between the both of you and even without saying anything you two understood each other that neither of you were gonna let up or lose this fight
“ let me the fuck go katsuki bakugou “
“ no y/n l/n “
Your nails pressing in deeper hes an asshole you can give him that. That’s one thing you’d gladly admit about the male laying next to you.
“ ah “ he finally let out in a loud scream arm flinching back away from you finally releasing you as he cradled it. Your body moving fast to the restroom as he stared at you in disgust “ hey hey hey “
“ fuck yo— “ voice falling short as you finally let yourself pour out over the toilet. Hands desperately gripping the toilet seat coughs wracking your body as his own stopped in the doorway.
Mouth open in awe as he stuttered trying to find the words why the fuck are you throwing up at—his eyes trailing from your body to the clock next to the bed 4 am ?
Should he call out of work to stay with you today he had to be there at 5:30
Should he pat your back he knows bitches like you eat that shit up
Should he—
“ asshole “ you screamed kicking the door closed with your foot. Your death stare the last thing he saw before he got a door to his face. Letting out a soft fuck as he tsked making his way to the kitchen.
Letting the irritating moments pass until he heard the bathroom door finally open. Your eyes locking with his as he now stood leaning against the door threshold before looking away and walking back to the bed.
“ so I’m guessing you don’t want this “ he sighed feeling bad for the way he treated you earlier. “ look i get it i pissed you off i was being overbearing “
He was fucking stupid. He’s a big fucking baby yeah yeah he knows you’ve said it all before fuck him fuck this place fuck life fuck yourself yeah yeah the whole spiel.
Your back resting against the bed frame legs crossed in front of you as you stared off into space hands clasped on your lap.
Huffing he walked the mug of water over to you and sat it on the table next to your phone and lamp turning it off making you realize you turned it on earlier in your attempt to get out of the bed
His tired body shuffling to lay down facing away from you and letting out a groan at the cracking of his muscles finally getting comfortable before speaking “ do I need to take off work tomorrow? Let me know now y/n or I’ll be leaving in an hour “
“ you never need to stop working “ eyes never blinking almost in a trance facing forward “ never “
“ what the fu— “
“ the day you stop working is the day I leave you “
“ well fucking fine by me “ he screamed sitting up “ acting like you can’t get a fucking job been doing nothing but sitting on your fucking ass for months — doing absolutely fucking nothin— “
“ yeah carrying your child’s light work katsuki bakugou “
The words shutting him up faster then the claw of your nails hed felt earlier the red skin still a reminder for him.Sucking in a breathe he nearly cried tears of pain hearing your quick words and for the first time in his life bakugou didn’t have a fuck you in his vocabulary at all instead tonight it was a
“— fuck me “
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beann-e · 2 years
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Ugh I don’t have any ideas of what to write someone give me some drop something or put it in my asks juicy I’ll write anything atp
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beann-e · 2 years
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Omg I was like half sleep when I posted this 😭 if you saw this before I edited it I’m so sorry I couldn’t figure out if I wanted to make it a suna or a bakugou fic
^unedited just a random drabble about asshole bakugou who poses as a good husband idk ^
From afar the perfect picture of love was exactly what you had in front of you. The ever loving delicate husband who smiled whenever you entered a room , the child many seemed ‘ angel like‘ upon first sight and your home that was decorated with several accents that screamed ‘ I come from money. ‘
but what didn’t paint the perfect picture of happiness that everyone assumed you had over a quick chat and a sip of Chardonnay was the screaming.
The violent aggression that your husband harbored that made you the ever loving punching bag. He was smart never hitting you with a human limb but, with something much more painful.
Words
You’d never be able to leave him and you knew that the ability to provide for your family was something that you yourself could do yes.
But how long would it take you to ultimately ‘ provide ‘ in the sense your husband does.
A dad is always seen as the king to a daddy’s girl. And lucky for you your little girl heard the term and never agreed with something more.
You’d never be able to take your little girl away from him no matter how awful of a person he was and that’s what killed you inside.
The utter thought of relief you would have to leave your daughter with this so called king she loved so much and to take off running for yourself.
Though evil felt so right when you heard your husbands loud voice cut through the cold conversation your parents had started over dinner.
“ correct me if I’m wrong miss l/n but I like to think I provide well enough for y/n to feel safe “ he shook his head slightly “ so why must you ask them to come back home“
“ well you see bakugou we assume that y/n— “ your mothers ever delicate hand pointed to you causing your eyes to fall downwards to your food upon seeing the action “ y/n needs space “
“ we would hope that as their husband youre more than open to that idea of letting them pursue well — uh that much needed space “
“ well “ a small laugh choked from your husbands throat as he stared ahead “ I woul—- we would never come to the decision of y/n leaving my daughter alone that would — it would never happen “
“ there you go again speaking for everyone but yourself bakugou“
“ excuse me ? “
“ every since the marriage don’t think we haven’t noticed how little y/n gets a say in any of the decisions you make “
“ honestly if it were a two way street it’d really just be you making u turns every 5 seconds on a circle racetrack “ your dad let out eyes pointed in annoyance to your husband who rolled his eyes at the accusation pushing his plate back as he looked into your fathers eyes
“ excuse me if I seem like an asshole right now but , I do have a hero patrol in 15 mins so we need to go — sorry to cut the y/n intervention short “
Your husband grabbing your hand picking up your daughter and forcefully dragging both of you to the car.
Locking your daughter into the seat with a harsh tug on the seatbelt and a huff when he finally sat beside you in the drivers seat starting the car and veering onto the road.
“ you don’t have a patrol scheduled tonight bakugou “ your eyebrows creased at the flat out lie eyes moving to look out the window of the passenger seat
“ yeah ? “ he spoke flatly “ just like you don’t have any wish to leave me and your daughter in the middle of the night while we’re sleeping “
“ I never said that “ you sighed “ I never told her that either “
“ well that’s not what your mom just told me “
“ katsuki baby you know my mom you know how she loves to be dramatic about things that have nothing to do with her “
“ are you lying to me right now ? “ he questioned eyes flicking over to look you up and down between glances at the road and back“ you better not be fucking lying to me right now y/n — you know nothing good comes of it “
“ what ? No “ you screamed loudly sounding as if you were trying to convince yourself more so then him. Your body shifting when you felt his eyes on you
“ so then why didn’t you supply me backup during that whole interrogation from your parents “
Your body shook in a shudder at the implication he knew exactly why you didn’t help him hell even your daughter could put the pieces together after hearing one conversation between you two.
Laughing softly you licked your dry lips and spoke “ what are you a cop ? What backup do you bakugou katsuki need? “
“ backup against your parents y/n ? Are you fucking blind did you not see what I just saw ? Hear what I just heard ?”
“ trust me I saw and heard both of my sense are thankfully still intact after the fight last night “
“ it wasn’t that bad “ he let out with a huff
“ it was that bad “ your daughters voice chirped from the backseat causing your husband to fix the review mirror and stare at her small body shrinking back into the seat to escape his enraged stare
“ parents argue all the time sunflower — it just happens a lot more with us because “ his eyes staring at you with a foreign look in them “ we don’t always see eye to eye in our parenting process ok“
“ but Vivian’s mom said that parents like mine will always agree on things because they’re rich — she said there’s nothing money can’t fix “
“ yeah ? “ his grip on the steering wheel tightening “ did she say that “ your husbands eyes wondering over to yours as the car slowed down upon a red light. “I don’t want another necklace bakugou “
“ but necklaces make your neck look pretty “ he swallowed trying to cool down the rising anger he felt at finally hearing a simple no from you “ they also make me forget that you lied to me — I don’t know if that means anything to you “
“Yeah but, necklaces also make me forget about our fights “
“ wow aren’t necklaces such a magical creation doing not one but two jobs all in one “ your husband smiled
“ it’s not fucking funny bakugou ? “ you scoffed
“ I never said it was — have you ever heard the word funny fall from my lips in regard to you “
“ all you do is piss me off — talk to me any kind of way — and then you blame it on a stupid sucky match— ‘ oh babe i had a tough patrol’ tonight I’m sorry “ you crossed your arms as you stared at the male next to you in disgust
“ y/n I—“
“ no at this point fuck you katsuki “
The silence in the car along with the chilling air that swirled between the three of you having no escape as the windows were rolled up .
the fresh cool air that once felt refreshing now feeling suffocating. Your silent protest in your head not enough to stop the escalation of the situation at hand as you felt the car come to a slow stop on the side of the highway.
Watching as the grip he held on the steering wheel tightened his now white knuckles let it go falling to his lap as his head fell back against the seat and rolled against the back of his headrest and let his eyes fall on yours.
The disgust and borderline threat that lay in them enough to make you uncross your arms as his eyebrow quirked up at the defiant action he’d failed to notice while driving only making you straighten in your seat. Your eyes that rested on his for some reason trying to compete in a staring contest against him already knowing you’d lose
“ who the fuck do you think you are “ he laughed lightly “ huh ? “
A small smile playing at his face “ what did you parents give you some kind of new confidence that I’ve gotta beat out of you again or some shit ? “
“ d/n “ your daughters body shooting up at the sound of her fathers voice “ baby — put your headphones on “
Her small chubby hands moving to put them over her head as your head shook hand reaching back to hers to try to stop her “ no— no baby don’t put your headphones on ok “
Your daughter now confused beyond belief eyes moving between you and her father. “ daddy’s just being mean right now ok “ Your body twisting to face her in a small plea “ if you listen to mommy and don’t put them o— “
“ put the headphones on d/n “ his eyebrows creasing as he looking at you mouth up in a snarl of disgust hand gripping your arm that was reaching back to your daughter and the other clamping over your mouth as he pushed his face into yours “ the fuck do you think you’re doing “
Your body going cold “ are you trying to scare my daughter “
“ katsuki please I just “
“ what ? Are you using my child now ? “ his eyes glaring at the thought
“ You gonna use my child as a way to not piss me off to escape what you obviously need to hear ? Huh “ he scoffed “ you talk to me any kind of way but as soon as you hear it back you’re crying “
“ what a pathetic whore you are y/n “ You moved to wipe your tears knowing how badly he hated to see you crying after you made him mad “ ‘m not —‘m not pathetic “
“ oh so you’re a whore though “
“ please I’m sorry “ hands moving to grip his shirt that hovered over you “ ‘m so sorry “
“ ‘Ts fucking pathetic “ he shook his head in annoyance “ how the fuck could I marry something like this ? “
“ I— “
“ you keep begging me not to leave you but look at you ? —- you’re borderline disgusting ? — you let your parents talk to me any kind of way you let them disrespect our daughter ? “ he laughed “ you just sat here and begged a 7 year old to not play music while her parents are arguing “
“ BECAUSE YOURE GOING TO HIT ME “
“ Now y/n what the fuck are you on about now “ his face made up in disbelief “ do you even hear yourself I’ve never put my hands on you “
“ words are fucking enough katsuki “ you cried “ they’re more then enough “
“ well obviously they’re not if you’re telling me to fuck off in front of my 7 year old daughter “
“ I didn’t— what I meant is that “
“ what ? “
“ I just meant that “ your brain losing track of what you wanted to say after realizing how he hovered above you the big suv suddenly feeling so tiny now
“ mhmm”
“ I don’t— I don’t know “
“ yeah ? “
“ I’m sorry “
“ yeah ? “
“ yes “
“ you better fucking mean it y/n “
“ I do I’m sorry “ you swallowed eyes darting everywhere but his as he moved to start the car again. The silence in the car not nearly as loud enough as your daughters voice that soon spoke “ daddy“
“ hmm princess “
“ I think you should punish mommy when we get home “
Your face contorting in disbelief “ wha— “
“ why baby “ he shook his head “ why would you say something like that — why would you want your mommy to get in trouble baby “
“ well “ she bit at her lip “ it’s just that whenever I lie I get in trouble and you punish me “ she swallowed “ you take away my toys and tell me no tv and stuffs but just now mommy didn’t get in trouble “
“ hmm “ your body shook in fear at her words “ d/n why do you think mommy lied to me “
“ I don’t think I know daddy “
“ yeah ? “ his eyes looking over at your shaking body in the seat next to him. His mouth not even allowing him to let a laugh out with how pissed he was right now. How dare you lie to him.
How dare he not catch it
“ yeah “
“ well — can you tell me how she lied “
“ mhmm— I heard her talking to grandma last night while you were working “ she shook her head up and down rummaging through her tiny Barbie bag as you moved to speak “ katsuki she’s 7– she doesn’t know what she’s talking about “
You laughed uncomfortably “ just— I don’t even know what she’s talking about— baby why would I lie to you ? Huh I talked to my mom yesterday yes you know she calls at random times and you weren’t there to listen to the call—but I swear we didn’t talk abt you—or—or anything — why would I do th—“ you nearly cried when a recorded tape of your voice broke out over your own
“ mom I’m just really scared “ you cried “ he just— he’s so angry now “ tears heavily “ I mean in high school he was always pissed off yeah but I only married him because he said he was working on it “
“ is he not ? The tv stations are all saying he’s visiting therapy now y/n “
“ no “ you practically whisper yelled “ hes —- hes full of shit I’m — visiting therapy — I’m seeing therapist— hes going to pick up me— anytime you see a fucking clip of him walking in a fucking therapy building it’s to pick me up “
“ y/n — wha— baby what that doesn’t even make any sense “
“ hes not going I’m going hes a fucking liar— I don’t know what hes telling these tv cast people or what the fuck goes on he doesn’t even let me watch an interview hes in “ you spoke loudly “ he says I don’t need to watch him on tv when the real things right here “
“ y/n what do you want to do “
“ I wanna fucking leave “ you cried “ I wanna go “
“ you have a daughter baby — you can’t just leave him you two are parents “
“ I don’t give a fuck “
“ y/n “
“ I don’t give a tiny fuck — a big fuck— a medium fuck if she wants to stay here she can — I’m leaving “
“ y/n she’s 7 she’s protecting her dad she just doesn’t know any better “
“ no mom — she’s the devil she’s a miniature version of him — I’m telling you that girl is sneaky id be crazy not to believe she’s not listening in on me right now to report back to him like a fucking spy “
The radio going static as the recording stopped.
Your body tense as you turned slowly to make eye contact with the spawn of satan who sat in the backseat. Her mouth turning up in a small smirk when she saw her fathers eyes close as he parked in the garage a heated breath leaving him.
You shook your head lightly “ you’re— you’re just like him “ your eyes welled up this could not possibly be the child you brought into the world “ you ? Why would ? You’re just like your fucking father “
“ mommy— I don’t know what you’re talking about — “ she shook her head in mock sadness “ daddy gave me this toy to record anytime a stranger tries to talk to me or I’m scared so I can play it back to him and he can find them “ she fake cried “ I started recording when we got in the Uber last night I didn’t mean to get you in trouble ‘m sorry “
Your eyes lit up as you watched tears fall from her eyes only for them to blink slowly when you made eye contact with scarlet glowering eyes that you knew you wouldn’t be able to run from.
“ when we get in the house— go straight to the room y/n“ he opened the door “ we need to talk “
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Could please do light yagami x reader where light has to kill the reader because he is afraid that he will loose his death note (reference to sayu kidnapping scene)
" shh shh its ok y/n " His voice franic only matching his eyes as they darted around the screen " just —just breathe for me "
you following his commands looking around the foreign room " thats it thats it in and out “ he swallowed while looking at you through the camera “ you know I’d never hurt you “
The loud silence overpowering as you hung on every one of his words “ well willingly “ he let out cooing you softly as you cried.
Right now through the camera all he could see was your body being held captive inside a box. Someone had taken you ? Maybe L ?
He didn’t know but when he picked up the FaceTime call to see you crying and begging for him to come save you well… that only set him aflame knowing he only had one thing he could use to save himself and now it was being used against him.
Who cared about you when he may go down too ? You were the one stupid enough to get caught
“ y/n baby you know I love you right “
You nodded your head trying to pinpoint where his voice was suddenly coming from. For some reason it was pouring out from all around the room did they have speakers set up in here ? And holy hell how many cameras are there?
“ y/n ~ “ he sung softly trying to get you to answer him “ I won’t save you if I don’t know if you’re still on my side or not in this war against humanity “
“ I— am I — light I do —I love you — I’ll always stand beside you “
“ yeah ? “ he smiled “ that’s really nice — really really nice because I need you to do something for me my love “
“ anythin— “
“ I need you to give up “ your heart stopped at his words what did he mean give up “ I need you to give me permission to continue on without you “
Huh ? He wanted to leave you ? He wanted to leave you behind ? You laughed a little at these words he had to be lying as much as you’d done together in a fit to save the world from assholes he wanted you to just die like this ?
“ light — “ you spoke softly making him turn up the volume “ you ? You want me to give up on all the work we’ve done so far “
He let out a small ‘ mhmm ‘ and moved to sit back in his chair as he spun himself around “ don’t make it sound like I’m making you“ he shook his head a small tsk leaving his lips “ no no no — I’m asking you to see how your death could be more beneficial to our success then if you were to live “
Your head was pounding trying to understand him but, you knew in due time he would make you understand if it was one thing about light yagami it was that his words were beyond the power of knowledge “ I see you fail to understand yet again another one of my beautiful power plays y/n “
“ I do please— enlighten me to how me dying can help society if I’m not a bad person like we usually kill— “ you shook your head in misunderstanding “ is that not ? “ you swallowed “ is that not the exact opposite of your goal ?to kill the sinners and leave the good “
“ hmm “ he stopped spinning to think “ I quite think the opposite you see “ he moved to stand from his chair as he kept the phone placed in his hand to where he could watch your movements. He knew whoever was behind this was probably just as confused as you. This only made him smirk more.
Intelligence really is a weapon when given to the wrong person
“ y/n from the beginning you’ve been nothing but devoted to my cause— since the day I showed you— brought you the savior to our creation you’ve been nothing but enraptured by it “
Your body shook at his words well yeah … it was something that fascinated you… well In the beginning you did find a problem with it seeing a random black looking monster hovering in the corner of his room randomly can do that to a person.
But was that so wrong ? To feel fascinated with his cause and reasoning “ you’ve done more damage then I have honestly “ he scoffed “ you’ve decided who to kill— you’ve decided how to kill — you’ve decided when to use the book “
He laughed “ if anything I’d say the person behind this kidnapping Is only doing the right thing in obtaining who they need to stop this ‘ kira’ person “
“ light wha— “
“ tell me y/n did you not play a major part in the destruction of our hierarchy? “ he shook his head “ the cause of our demise as a society y/n “
He spoke softly letting the next words sink in “ is you “
The silence speaking volumes as you swallowed “ but — I ? “ your eyebrows furrowing “ so I should “
“ so in the end — in the end with your fight to destroy the selfless image these disgusting devils are trying to paint about me — the love of your life — you should show them how wrong they are “ his grip tightening on his phone
“ show them how Kira is not a monster — show them how smart Kira is y/n — show them how Kira’s not to be messed with “
“ so — I— this whole time “ your heart pounded “ I’ve been Kira “
“ yes “ he spoke softly “ I— I’ll be honest y/n it was times when I was scared of your alter ego— it became so big it was often times I wanted to apologize to Kira because I felt like I wasn’t doing enough in aid to society’s demise “
“ I— light you were always doing enough “ you cried “ I’m so sorry — I’m so sorry I made you feel this way I — “
“ it’s ok shh— shhh “ he calmed you over the phone watching as your tears caused your body to roll around the small cage in fear of yourself “ yknow what they want y/n “
“ I think I’m beginning to understand ? “
“ they want to end Kira “ he swallowed “ they want the power you harbor to not only end but for them to take it — they want to use it to not only hurt the bad guys— the villians but to hurt the good people too “
He shook his head as if you could see him “ but you don’t want that right — Kira doesn’t want that y/n ? You want the good to survive to live long you want the wrong to die with Kira right ? “
“ yes — yes I do - I can’t imagine what I would do if my book were to fall into the wrong hands light “
“ then the only way — the best way to do that would be to do what y/n “
“ to give up “ you said quietly “ to let Kira die as being a savior to others to let Kira die without the power falling into the wrong hands and not only taking myself and my power out of this world but innocent families — kids —- women along with me “
He smiled as you spoke “ light “
“ yes my love “
“ write my name “
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^unedited just a random drabble about asshole bakugou who poses as a good husband idk ^
From afar the perfect picture of love was exactly what you had in front of you. The ever loving delicate husband who smiled whenever you entered a room , the child many seemed ‘ angel like‘ upon first sight and your home that was decorated with several accents that screamed ‘ I come from money. ‘
but what didn’t paint the perfect picture of happiness that everyone assumed you had over a quick chat and a sip of Chardonnay was the screaming.
The violent aggression that your husband harbored that made you the ever loving punching bag. He was smart never hitting you with a human limb but, with something much more painful.
Words
You’d never be able to leave him and you knew that the ability to provide for your family was something that you yourself could do yes.
But how long would it take you to ultimately ‘ provide ‘ in the sense your husband does.
A dad is always seen as the king to a daddy’s girl. And lucky for you your little girl heard the term and never agreed with something more.
You’d never be able to take your little girl away from him no matter how awful of a person he was and that’s what killed you inside.
The utter thought of relief you would have to leave your daughter with this so called king she loved so much and to take off running for yourself.
Though evil felt so right when you heard your husbands loud voice cut through the cold conversation your parents had started over dinner.
“ correct me if I’m wrong miss l/n but I like to think I provide well enough for y/n to feel safe “ he shook his head slightly “ so why must you ask them to come back home“
“ well you see bakugou we assume that y/n— “ your mothers ever delicate hand pointed to you causing your eyes to fall downwards to your food upon seeing the action “ y/n needs space “
“ we would hope that as their husband youre more than open to that idea of letting them pursue well — uh that much needed space “
“ well “ a small laugh choked from your husbands throat as he stared ahead “ I woul—- we would never come to the decision of y/n leaving my daughter alone that would — it would never happen “
“ there you go again speaking for everyone but yourself bakugou“
“ excuse me ? “
“ every since the marriage don’t think we haven’t noticed how little y/n gets a say in any of the decisions you make “
“ honestly if it were a two way street it’d really just be you making u turns every 5 seconds on a circle racetrack “ your dad let out eyes pointed in annoyance to your husband who rolled his eyes at the accusation pushing his plate back as he looked into your fathers eyes
“ excuse me if I seem like an asshole right now but , I do have a hero patrol in 15 mins so we need to go — sorry to cut the y/n intervention short “
Your husband grabbing your hand picking up your daughter and forcefully dragging both of you to the car.
Locking your daughter into the seat with a harsh tug on the seatbelt and a huff when he finally sat beside you in the drivers seat starting the car and veering onto the road.
“ you don’t have a patrol scheduled tonight bakugou “ your eyebrows creased at the flat out lie eyes moving to look out the window of the passenger seat
“ yeah ? “ he spoke flatly “ just like you don’t have any wish to leave me and your daughter in the middle of the night while we’re sleeping “
“ I never said that “ you sighed “ I never told her that either “
“ well that’s not what your mom just told me “
“ katsuki baby you know my mom you know how she loves to be dramatic about things that have nothing to do with her “
“ are you lying to me right now ? “ he questioned eyes flicking over to look you up and down between glances at the road and back“ you better not be fucking lying to me right now y/n — you know nothing good comes of it “
“ what ? No “ you screamed loudly sounding as if you were trying to convince yourself more so then him. Your body shifting when you felt his eyes on you
“ so then why didn’t you supply me backup during that whole interrogation from your parents “
Your body shook in a shudder at the implication he knew exactly why you didn’t help him hell even your daughter could put the pieces together after hearing one conversation between you two.
Laughing softly you licked your dry lips and spoke “ what are you a cop ? What backup do you bakugou katsuki need? “
“ backup against your parents y/n ? Are you fucking blind did you not see what I just saw ? Hear what I just heard ?”
“ trust me I saw and heard both of my sense are thankfully still intact after the fight last night “
“ it wasn’t that bad “ he let out with a huff
“ it was that bad “ your daughters voice chirped from the backseat causing your husband to fix the review mirror and stare at her small body shrinking back into the seat to escape his enraged stare
“ parents argue all the time sunflower — it just happens a lot more with us because “ his eyes staring at you with a foreign look in them “ we don’t always see eye to eye in our parenting process ok“
“ but Vivian’s mom said that parents like mine will always agree on things because they’re rich — she said there’s nothing money can’t fix “
“ yeah ? “ his grip on the steering wheel tightening “ did she say that “ your husbands eyes wondering over to yours as the car slowed down upon a red light. “I don’t want another necklace bakugou “
“ but necklaces make your neck look pretty “ he swallowed trying to cool down the rising anger he felt at finally hearing a simple no from you “ they also make me forget that you lied to me — I don’t know if that means anything to you “
“Yeah but, necklaces also make me forget about our fights “
“ wow aren’t necklaces such a magical creation doing not one but two jobs all in one “ your husband smiled
“ it’s not fucking funny bakugou ? “ you scoffed
“ I never said it was — have you ever heard the word funny fall from my lips in regard to you “
“ all you do is piss me off — talk to me any kind of way — and then you blame it on a stupid sucky patrol— ‘ oh babe i had a tough patrol’ tonight I’m sorry “ you crossed your arms as you stared at the male next to you in disgust
“ y/n I—“
“ no at this point fuck you katsuki “
The silence in the car along with the chilling air that swirled between the three of you having no escape as the windows were rolled up .
the fresh cool air that once felt refreshing now feeling suffocating. Your silent protest in your head not enough to stop the escalation of the situation at hand as you felt the car come to a slow stop on the side of the highway.
Watching as the grip he held on the steering wheel tightened his now white knuckles let it go falling to his lap as his head fell back against the seat and rolled against the back of his headrest and let his eyes fall on yours.
The disgust and borderline threat that lay in them enough to make you uncross your arms as his eyebrow quirked up at the defiant action he’d failed to notice while driving only making you straighten in your seat. Your eyes that rested on his for some reason trying to compete in a staring contest against him already knowing you’d lose
“ who the fuck do you think you are “ he laughed lightly “ huh ? “
A small smile playing at his face “ what did you parents give you some kind of new confidence that I’ve gotta beat out of you again or some shit ? “
“ d/n “ your daughters body shooting up at the sound of her fathers voice “ baby — put your headphones on “
Her small chubby hands moving to put them over her head as your head shook hand reaching back to hers to try to stop her “ no— no baby don’t put your headphones on ok “
Your daughter now confused beyond belief eyes moving between you and her father. “ daddy’s just being mean right now ok “ Your body twisting to face her in a small plea “ if you listen to mommy and don’t put them o— “
“ put the headphones on d/n “ his eyebrows creasing as he looking at you mouth up in a snarl of disgust hand gripping your arm that was reaching back to your daughter and the other clamping over your mouth as he pushed his face into yours “ the fuck do you think you’re doing “
Your body going cold “ are you trying to scare my daughter “
“ katsuki please I just “
“ what ? Are you using my child now ? “ his eyes glaring at the thought
“ You gonna use my child as a way to not piss me off to escape what you obviously need to hear ? Huh “ he scoffed “ you talk to me any kind of way but as soon as you hear it back you’re crying “
“ what a pathetic whore you are y/n “ You moved to wipe your tears knowing how badly he hated to see you crying after you made him mad “ ‘m not —‘m not pathetic “
“ oh so you’re a whore though “
“ please I’m sorry “ hands moving to grip his shirt that hovered over you “ ‘m so sorry “
“ ‘Ts fucking pathetic “ he shook his head in annoyance “ how the fuck could I marry something like this ? “
“ I— “
“ you keep begging me not to leave you but look at you ? —- you’re borderline disgusting ? — you let your parents talk to me any kind of way you let them disrespect our daughter ? “ he laughed “ you just sat here and begged a 7 year old to not play music while her parents are arguing “
“ BECAUSE YOURE GOING TO HIT ME “
“ Now y/n what the fuck are you on about now “ his face made up in disbelief “ do you even hear yourself I’ve never put my hands on you “
“ words are fucking enough katsuki “ you cried “ they’re more then enough “
“ well obviously they’re not if you’re telling me to fuck off in front of my 7 year old daughter “
“ I didn’t— what I meant is that “
“ what ? “
“ I just meant that “ your brain losing track of what you wanted to say after realizing how he hovered above you the big suv suddenly feeling so tiny now
“ mhmm”
“ I don’t— I don’t know “
“ yeah ? “
“ I’m sorry “
“ yeah ? “
“ yes “
“ you better fucking mean it y/n “
“ I do I’m sorry “ you swallowed eyes darting everywhere but his as he moved to start the car again. The silence in the car not nearly as loud enough as your daughters voice that soon spoke “ daddy“
“ hmm princess “
“ I think you should punish mommy when we get home “
Your face contorting in disbelief “ wha— “
“ why baby “ he shook his head “ why would you say something like that — why would you want your mommy to get in trouble baby “
“ well “ she bit at her lip “ it’s just that whenever I lie I get in trouble and you punish me “ she swallowed “ you take away my toys and tell me no tv and stuffs but just now mommy didn’t get in trouble “
“ hmm “ your body shook in fear at her words “ d/n why do you think mommy lied to me “
“ I don’t think I know daddy “
“ yeah ? “ his eyes looking over at your shaking body in the seat next to him. His mouth not even allowing him to let a laugh out with how pissed he was right now. How dare you lie to him.
How dare he not catch it
“ yeah “
“ well — can you tell me how she lied “
“ mhmm— I heard her talking to grandma last night while you were working “ she shook her head up and down rummaging through her tiny Barbie bag as you moved to speak “ katsuki she’s 7– she doesn’t know what she’s talking about “
You laughed uncomfortably “ just— I don’t even know what she’s talking about— baby why would I lie to you ? Huh I talked to my mom yesterday yes you know she calls at random times and you weren’t there to listen to the call—but I swear we didn’t talk abt you—or—or anything — why would I do th—“ you nearly cried when a recorded tape of your voice broke out over your own
“ mom I’m just really scared “ you cried “ he just— he’s so angry now “ tears heavily “ I mean in high school he was always pissed off yeah but I only married him because he said he was working on it “
“ is he not ? The tv stations are all saying he’s visiting therapy now y/n “
“ no “ you practically whisper yelled “ hes —- hes full of shit I’m — visiting therapy — I’m seeing therapist— hes going to pick up me— anytime you see a fucking clip of him walking in a fucking therapy building it’s to pick me up “
“ y/n — wha— baby what that doesn’t even make any sense “
“ hes not going I’m going hes a fucking liar— I don’t know what hes telling these tv cast people or what the fuck goes on he doesn’t even let me watch an interview hes in “ you spoke loudly “ he says I don’t need to watch him on tv when the real things right here “
“ y/n what do you want to do “
“ I wanna fucking leave “ you cried “ I wanna go “
“ you have a daughter baby — you can’t just leave him you two are parents “
“ I don’t give a fuck “
“ y/n “
“ I don’t give a tiny fuck — a big fuck— a medium fuck if she wants to stay here she can — I’m leaving “
“ y/n she’s 7 she’s protecting her dad she just doesn’t know any better “
“ no mom — she’s the devil she’s a miniature version of him — I’m telling you that girl is sneaky id be crazy not to believe she’s not listening in on me right now to report back to him like a fucking spy “
The radio going static as the recording stopped.
Your body tense as you turned slowly to make eye contact with the spawn of satan who sat in the backseat. Her mouth turning up in a small smirk when she saw her fathers eyes close as he parked in the garage a heated breath leaving him.
You shook your head lightly “ you’re— you’re just like him “ your eyes welled up this could not possibly be the child you brought into the world “ you ? Why would ? You’re just like your fucking father “
“ mommy— I don’t know what you’re talking about — “ she shook her head in mock sadness “ daddy gave me this toy to record anytime a stranger tries to talk to me or I’m scared so I can play it back to him and he can find them “ she fake cried “ I started recording when we got in the Uber last night I didn’t mean to get you in trouble ‘m sorry “
Your eyes lit up as you watched tears fall from her eyes only for them to blink slowly when you made eye contact with scarlet glowering eyes that you knew you wouldn’t be able to run from.
“ when we get in the house— go straight to the room y/n“ he moved to open the car door “ we need to talk “
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“ now why would my beautiful girlfriend be with them. Hmm with cheongsan ? “ your body going slack at his tone “ huh baby “
“ it’s not what it looks li—well I was trying to find yo—I—and I —I wanted to be safe “
“ we were together in the lunchroom y/n ? Who kept you safe then huh ? “
“ you “
“ that’s right and who sacrificed other people so you could make it out huh “
“ you “
“ exactly ? So explain it to me — even though I’m the only one who’s apparently made you feel safe —you run over here to feel safe ?? “Your mouth closing shut at his words. You’d been caught. There was nothing you wanted more then to get away from him every single moment you were with him you felt that 10 years were shaved off your life.
In fear that he could kill you at any given time for any reason maybe you didn’t run fast enough , didn’t speak slow enough for him to understand , didn’t kiss him when he wanted one. You were scared. Being with him made you scared
“ what—does cheongsan make you feel safe baby ? Safer then me ? It’s ok you can tell me i was gonna kill him anyways but —“
His eyebrow raising at the unsaid claim and the flinch of your body “ what do I not make you feel safe anymore y/n is that what it is ? You think I’m scary now ? That I’m weird gonna bite you or something now ?? “
“ no it’s not like that I just “
“ you just what —admit it youre scared of me now “
“ it’s not just now “ your voice let out softly
“ what “
“ Ive always been scared of you gwinam “
His face dropping to reveal his real feelings behind the fake face he applied during your relationship his mask only being put on again after a few seconds to hide his emotions
“ no you haven’t that’s a lie why would you be afraid of me we’re dating baby I’d never hurt you “
“ that’s the problem “ your mouth opened in a small yell“ we were dating before any of this everything I had was yours. — there’s no more normalcy there’s zombies and hambies like you how can you say you won’t hurt me ??? How do I know we’re still dating—and if we are it’s not the same guy “
“ because I love you and I’ve never been unfaithful during our relationship nor have I been a bad person so — “
“ you wrote on that—that girls shirt “
“ huh girl ? baby what are you talking about “
“ you wrote on that girls shirt “ voice wavering as you began to be confused by his words. You saw it.
He did. He wrote on some girls shirt in class moments before this whole zombie thing. He wrote on it with whore or slut or — or something. Your brain feeling fried but, wanting so badly for him not to trick you again you couldn’t let him win this time. You would stand your ground.
“ I don’t know what you’re talking abt baby I’ve done a lot of things today to fight for my survival — to fight for our surviva -“
“ no no no no it was before any of this “ you laughed quietly the weapon you held shaking a little in your hand as his eyes went down to the ground and back up to your own “ stop— stop lying you didn’t write slut on her shirt for me— you wrote it because you’re a monster “
“ a monster “ he let a scoff fly from his throat before he wiped his mouth “ let’s not get crazy now ok baby—- before this i was —“
“ before this you were writing I have a good body on a shirt “ His mouth shutting up at your words all the wind being knocked out of him.
How the hell did you know the exact sentence
“ what no disagreement now ? “ your eyes tearing up at the guy you used to trust “ what an asshole “ you cried
His tounge poking the inside of his cheek at your tears cheongsan who stood behind you had been long forgotten along with everyone else , he’d came up here to fight for you with , watching as this unfolded.
A hearty laugh pouring from your boyfrie—exes—mouth as he thought of a way out of this situation with you
“ so what now ? We’re just out here believing everything people tell us huh “ he laughed “ baby I would never do that I love you so so so much so why would I even be thinking about another girls body much less have seen it “
Your mouth dropped at his words causing a small smirk to show up on his face before it quickly dropped
“ I watched you? “ your heart breaking “ did you forget I sit right behind you ? “
His eyes going wide “ shit “ he had forgotten who was in his class his brain all foggy due to the zombie transition. “ I’m — im sorry“ he started taking a step toward you while everyone else took one back “ fucking assholes “ he spoke under his breath
“ you just tried to lie to me you flat out forgot about me —gwinam you scare me “ you felt more tears welling up In your eyes itd been a long day youd lost so many friends your parents were probably gone and then your boyfriend was up here acting crazy following the only person who was helping you stay alive while dodging gwinams pitiful attempts to kill him. “ you really scare me gwinam”
You were overwhelmed
“ don’t worry I don’t have to scare you any longer y/n “ he swallowed “ I mean it— I’m only scary because you’re not in my arms— as soon as I hold you — you won’t be scared anymore “
Your tears dropping fast as you dropped the weapon from in front of you and let it dangle in your hand “ yeah ? “
“ you’re only feeling this way because you’ve been without me for a couple hours baby “
“ you know how much I hate being without you “
“ I know “ he stepped closer “ I know — you hate being around other people you don’t know — I know how much you hate it y/n “
“ but— but I know cheongsan “ you moved to step back as he approached stopping at his next words “ but baby not like you know me“
“ I-“
“ remember our first date ? Because I do— I remember every food you like , you dislike, you can’t stand to smell or even see on a plate “ he moved a little closer “ I remember every movie you love— the ones you know word for word. I know every homework assignment you’ve asked for help on — every teacher you’ve had in your last few years of high school that we’ve been dating —because I’ve walked you to class everyday of every year“
You shook your head at his words “ y/n — baby no one knows you better then I do my love “
“ but— “
“ no one “ his hand coming out to grab yours as he smiled softly when you didn’t fight back “ so you’re gonna tell me the person who knows nothing close to what I know is gonna keep you safe ? “ he laughed “ really ? Do you yourself believe that “
“ well does he really have to know any of that to— “
“ yes — he does — and he doesn’t “
“ oh “ your head moving to rest on his chest feeling the heavy breathes he took and not noticing the small smirk he gave the group behind you “ y/n I can keep you safe ok — just like I have been just like I’ve been doing “
“ but - they kept me safe too “
“ if they really kept you safe then how did I find you so easily“ your body tensed “ imagine if I were a regular zombie ? Should you have been that easy to find ? When have you ever came this close to death like now when you were with me “
“ ne—Never “
“ exactly so — no this prick hasn’t been keeping you safe “ he rested his head on top of yours “ just come back down with me ok“
“O—“
“ y/n don’t leave with him he’s gaslighting you “ cheongsans voice rang out atop the roof and slicing through the heart to heart moment the two of you were having
“ we’ve allowed you to make you own timely rational decisions since you’ve been with us —are you sure you want to give that up “
He swallowed eyes stuck on the back of your head that rested against your boyfriends chest “ are you sure you want to go back to being spoken for — criticized — talked about ? —we all seen it”
everyone shaking their heads in agreement behind you “ we all seen the way he treated you like an object over the last few years guarding you as if he were your guard dog —but “
He shook his head softly no matter if you could see his small smile or not “ he doesn’t know you in the way we do — in the way —I’ve gotten to know you “
Your heart jumped at his words beating a little faster gwinams eyebrows furrowing looking down on you as he felt it thump louder against his chest “ so — even if it sounds a bit selfish “
he laughed a little at his words “ can you please just stay with me — I won’t learn or know everything about you like gwinam does but “ his face set in determination “ I will learn what you want me to all while putting my life on the line to keep you safe “
Your mind swirled at the thought. At everything you’d been through up until this point. What the hell were you gonna do and who the hell were you gonna choose.?
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beann-e · 2 years
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Wtf is an orb… like is it just me I see it in so much writings is it suppose to be in reference to eyeball ? I never understand it just puts me off && so I exit the writing.
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Miya twins fighting
Y/n : *recording*
Suna: if I give you my number will you send me the video.
Y/n: sure
(walked around the corner)
Suna: shes gone you can stop.
Osamu: you got her number?
(nods)
Astumu: yer welcome 👍 :)
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Based on the song ‘ high school in jarkata by Niki ‘ ^unedited^
Didn't you hear Amanda's movin' back to Colorado?
It's 2013 and the end of my life
“ I’m gonna miss you bae “ you said eyes feeling heavy as you struggled to keep eye contact with your best friend “ like really really miss you “
Your long sleeve not enough to wipe the tears that finally fell “ it’s ok y/n — I’ll be back “
“ I just — “ the coughs that struggled and battled with the snot that threatened to fall down your nose “ I don’t understand why you have to leave — we’ve been — we’ve been best friends for years “
“ yknow how parents are y/n “ your best friends face lit up in a fake smile “ they know better then I do “ scoffing as another one of your sleeve clad hands came up to wipe your tears
“ baby — we gotta go “ your best friends dad called as he helped her mom into the car. You best friend nodding towards him with a small ‘ coming ‘ leaving her lips before turning around to run to the car words coming out in a shout as she turned back to look at you while running
“ you won’t be all alone y/n — you’ve got atsumu” your eyes moving to look up at the male towering over you with a small smile on his face
“ don’t you dare get together after I leave you sneaky bastards“ she shouted as your body shook at the claim a small ‘never’ leaving your mouth as he moved to put his head ontop of yours throwing a wink towards her.
“ wouldn’t dare touch her without your permission “
Freshman year's about to plummet just a little harder
But it didn't 'cause we kissed on that Halloween night
“ well that was a lie “ his eyes stuck on yours as he looked down on you. The angel halo you wore only doing nothing but confusing him after the devilish acts you’d just committed not even 5 seconds ago.
His eyebrows drawn together in a desperate act of concentration as he couldn’t move his eyes away from yours.
Heavy pants leaving his mouth as his hands panicked after realizing they were touching you. The anxiety from the sudden everlasting moment enough to make him pause all the thoughts he’d ever had about you.
Your wide baby like doe eyes only scaring him more as you looked up at him with nothing but innocence and a small plea hidden behind your beauty colored eyes.
A plea he couldn’t fufill.
A plea he wouldn’t fufill.
Your hands dropped from his shoulders as you watched him move through the crowd pushing softly at anyone who didn’t move fast enough. Suddenly everyones eyes feeling like swords being pointed at you and only you for your straight forward action. An action that was ok for only guys to do first obviously.
I needed a good cry, I headed right to Kendra's
I hated you and I hoped to God that you knew
“ he’s not worth it y/n “ your friend spoke rubbing up and down your back as your body convulsed into itself with small cries leaving your now dry lips “ but yknow who is “
Shimizu moving to pick up your head to make it face hers “ you“ she smiled softly “ you’re worth the tears you’re worth more then him— and you’re damn sure worth more then anything he’ll ever have in the future when he does come around and finally figure himself out “ she shook her head laughing slightly at your tear stricken face
“ all these damn tears you might as well audition for the school play y/n “
Your eyes opening wide at the claim with a slow devious smile spreading across your face “ you’re right “ you cried “ you’re so smart shimizu “ you laughed pouncing on her like a 3 month old kitten.
Planting small kisses along her face as you screamed “ he’d never join drama club omg — I love you “
Now there's drama (Drama), found a club for that
Where I met ya (Met ya), had a heart attack
“ shimuzu— I really “ your eyes wide as you watched the doors open “ really—really“ tears only threatening your lash line again “ really “ watching as he walked down the ramp and onto the stage dropping his backpack as he came to sit next to you on the floor ignoring all the props you’d set out to decorate for the upcoming play “ hate you “
“ y—y/n it’s been awhile “ he smiled you cringing at his words the image of him walking away from you Halloween night a couple months ago still fresh on your brain “ I heard you were playing Juliet “ he nodded at your lack of reply teeth showing nothing but white and no thoughts behind his pretty brown eyes “ I’m Romeo “
High school in Jakarta, sorta modern Sparta
Had no chance against the teenage suburban armadas
“ what the hell — how “
“ I don’t know shimizu “ you shook your head as it laid on the edge of a table in the malls food court “ he just “ you scoffed “ appeared“
“ wow even i couldn’t have seen that coming “ she spoke as she took a huge bite out of her apple “ how unlucky are you “
“ extre— “
“ hey babe “ you heard the thundering annoying voice of your friends boyfriend come from above your depressed body that was draped across the surprisingly clean table “ what’s up with the grim reaper over there “
“ not funny tanaka you know y/n’s been going through hell lately “
“ damn you’re still stuck on him ? “ he laughed stealing kiyokos apple and taking a bite for himself “ how long has this been going on now ? Since what like ? middle school ? It’s like you’re always dealing with some shit with him ever since we first met “
he shook his head softly “ maybe you should’ve left him to sit there alone at that shitty table that day y/n “
“ tanaka “ she screamed as he moved to kiss her ruffling your hair “ you guys used to be the best trio freshman year what happened — you and ‘tsumu had the closest relationship— would’ve thought y’all were a Taylor swift song with the way you two ran around your parents “
We were a sonata, thanks to tight-lipped fathers
Eyes clenching as you remembered everything you’d been through with the stupid 6 foot volleyball player. Long nights filled with smiles as the three of you would sit on the edge of your bed watching dumb movies and singing karaoke.
The way your first best friend helped you to finally invite atsumu to sit with you at your table. Her guiding you through your speech as you struggled to talk to him only focusing on the blonde highlights he wore.
Her tickling your sides when you would protest to her leaving the room alone for just you and him while she went to make dessert for everyone.
The slumber parties yall would have circling around your head as you realized as soon as she left so did the comfortability you felt around atsumu “ I miss my best friend “ just another phrase you would say to cover up the true meaning behind it ‘ I miss him ‘
Yeah, livin' under that was hard, but I loved you harder
“ see this is why I didn’t want to do this y/n “ He screamed in your face backstage “ I hate this “ he spoke “ I hate you “
The small argument you had planned to battle his claims dying on your tounge as you let the words he spit sink in “ oh “
“ do you know how stupid that was “ he spoke breathing heavily like telling you not to get too wrapped up in your character was rightfully enough to make him lose his temper like this.
“ do you know how —- how dumb that was “ eyes sparkling with something you barely caught in the dark lighting of the stage lights.
“ I— I wasn’t thinking I’m sor— “
“ you never are y/n “ he screamed “ and that’s — that’s the problem — it’s just like that night— on — on Halloween “
“ you ? remember that “
“ of course I do — the moment you stole my first kiss freshman year y/n yes— yes I do very — very vividly “ jaw clenched as he spoke
“ you always do shit without thinking always — it’s like your brain stopped working when she left us “ he scoffed “ I just — I wish you actually thought things through before you did them that’s all “ he said wiping his mouth from the kiss you’d planted on his lips for the second time in the last two years.
Watching as his body turned to follow the same pattern away from you like it had that Halloween night almost feeling like a repeat of events or should you say this time it was almost like a sense of deja vu a stupid paradox to when you made the exact same mistake freshman year after swearing you had no interest in kissing him.
Screaming he’d give you a disease if you did yet, here you were with two rejected advances under your belt.
Had you really been that stupid like he said to believe that all his recent advances had led you here again?
the invite he gave you over the phone to have lunch with him in the schools courtyard.
The not so casual brush of his hand against your face before he took a picture beating into you how he thought you looked so beautiful in the moment.
The fast dart of his eyes from yours to your lips as you two swung on the set of swings at the elementary school he’d come looking for you at to help pass the time of you waiting for your little sister to be dismissed.
“ am— I ? Am I stupid ? “
High school in Jakarta, an elaborate saga
I still hate you for makin' me wish I came out smarter
“ I’m sorry “ he spoke softly brows furrowed as he climbed through your window “ they just— shes always nitpicking “
You bit at your lip as you pulled your shirt down trying desperately to cover the stupid Spiderman shorts you wore “ it’s fine you know the routine —just— just get in the bed ‘tsumu “
“ you know I hate to do this to you “ he spoke as he pulled off his shoes and moved to your bed. You never realized how tiny it was until you watched someone as giant as him try to climb in yet still manage to be comfortable.
Your figure moving to pull up the covers over your bodies tucking yourselves in them as you came face to face with his red stained eyes.
His eyelashes damp and long as he blinked at you. Your own stuck darting around his face as you wondered how you two had managed to get here in as little as a few weeks.
Silently thanking his mom for nitpicking so that you and atsumu could go back to the sense of normalcy and comfortablity you once felt with each other.
Biting the inside of your cheek as your hand came up to rest on the side of his face thumb swiping at the loose tear that fell from his eye as he closed them letting himself fall victim to the warmth your palm gave him.
Allowing himself to feel the comfort he’d been running from all these years. The comfort he told himself he didn’t need that he would never need again. The comfort he said he wouldn’t drive away but for the last two years he’d only been doing that to you.
Eyebrows wincing at the thought before he felt your hand travel and fingers ghost over his eyebrows trying to smooth them back to relaxation. The little bit of intimacy breaking his heart.
You love-hate your mother, so do I
Could've ended different, then again
We went to high school in Jakarta
“ you’re always with her “ he spoke venom laced in his words “ always “
“ well she is my friend “ you laughed at his words of jealousy “ — and we do sorta kinda have a major school project due tomorrow atsumu “ you scoffed “ you should be doing your half with us “
Got a group assignment, I'll be at Vall's place
You don't text at all and only call when you're off your face
“ yeah but, what if — “ he sucked his teeth “ what if I said I was drunk off my ass right now “
“ ‘ Ts—“
“ so drunk I might just show up on your doorstep ? “
“ atsu— “
“ so drunk I might just profess my love to you while, asking your dad to marry you and kissing you in his face saying fuck the formalities? “
The quiet breeze and static over the phone all that spoke between the two of you. Letting his words sink in.
It’s year three.
Year three of knowing each other.
Of being in love with the man who ignored you on and off again for the last two years yet, now here he is drunk like there’s no tomorrow screaming what ifs half way across town into your small device.
“ hmm ? “ he questioned desperation laced In tone “ what would you say y/n “
“ I’d say drink some water atsumu “ your hand moving faster then your stupid brain as you let him sit with his own thoughts while finishing your project that was due tomorrow morning.
You had no more time for his stupid antics that you knew he’d just forget by first period tomorrow.
I'm petty and say, "Call me when you're not unstable"
I lie and tell you I'll be gettin' drunk at Rachel's
“ you can’t date him y/n he’s just not — he’s just not the perfect fit for you honey “ your mom spoke softly “ we’ve known him for years he’s unfit — he’ll never pass as a good husband y/n “
“ he can’t even properly support himself after highschool my love“ your dad spoke harshly “ volleyball will only go so far what happens if there’s god forbid an injury “
“ well I would hop— “
“ what if you’re two kids in and have no job at the moment ? And he’s out of work for the next 3 months due to a god forbid Injury “
Your thoughts going everywhere mind following every concern they held except the ones you wrote out and practiced answering for the last two days to address just in case they asked
“ you’re not ready for a relationship y/n— you’re in your last year of high school baby“ your parents agreed “ we say maybe “ they looked at each other in silent agreement “ 23 maybe ? “
Your mom nodded along with your father “ then we’ll hear you out“ she smiled “ ok “
But I couldn't have you sit there and think
That you're better 'cause you're older
Are you better now that we're older?
“ I love you “
“ I love 10x more “
“ you say that but you wouldn’t die for me now would you “ you smirked slightly hand ghosting over the staircase “ would you “
His eyes looking up at yours as he smiled “ I would “ he spoke softly “ I’d do a million treasons to be with you my love “
“ Romeo — if I do say so myself I’d say you’re acting a bit different then the normal guy “ you laughed “ I’d say you’re going off script here “
“ well “ he let out a laugh “ I’d say you just haven’t met many guys like myself — I’m not your average romeo “
“ oh ? “ you questioned an eyebrow raising “ would you mind showing me how different you are Romeo “ you spoke softly “ I’ll be waiting upstairs “
“ sneaky minx “ he screamed running up his homes stairs and into his room following after you as you jumped on his bed giggling loudly.
High school in Jakarta, sorta modern Sparta
Had no chance against the teenage suburban armadas
We were a sonata, thanks to tight-lipped fathers
“ he said no “ he spoke into your neck “ he told me no again “
“ I don’t even know why you bother at this point just accept it“ you sighed as he kissed your neck softly “ at least I have “
“ doesn’t it bother you — that they don’t want us together ? “ he pouted “ even a little “
“ it only makes me love you harder you turned your head to face his sad eyes looking up at you as you kissed his forehead softly
Yeah, livin' under that was hard, but I loved you harder
“ you two have to be the stupidest couple I’ve ever seen “ tanaka spoke softly watching as the two of you fought over the last milk that sat in the middle of the table
“ we’re not a couple! “ you both screamed in unison at the group in front of you before moving back to what you were doing before you were so rudely interrupted
“ just give it to me atsumu “
“ no “
“ atsumu if— “
“ no I’m not falling for your manipulation tactics today “
“ atsumu if you l— “
“ no “
“ atsumu “ you screamed
“ no “ he yelled louder everyone turning around to give you two side glances before continuing what they were doing coming to the realization that it was nothing important but the two class clowns arguing.
“ atsumu — if you love me — “
“ lalalalalalallaal “
“ Jesus fucking Christ just listen to her man— and if she gets it just get another one from the fucking cafe “ osamu screamed causing atsumu to only become even more pissed off then he already was.
The argument between the brothers only making you smile as you winked at osamu who passed you the milk in the middle of the table atsumus pleas falling on deaf ears. His eyes locking with yours as his mouth opened wide open to argue before you beat him to it.
“ love you “
High school in Jakarta, a comedy drama
I still hate you for makin' me wish I came out smarter
You love-hate your mother, so do I
Could've ended different, then again
We went to high school in Jakarta
“ you’re leaving me ? “ he questioned as he sat on the edge of your bed watching as you packed your suitcase “ why are you leaving me “
“ ‘Sumu“
“ baby “ he cried grabbing your arm as you walked past moving your body to stand between his legs as he looked up at you. Hand coming up to fix the sad smile that was etched on your face into a fake smiling one “ talk to me “
“ it’s nothing it’s just— shimizus leaving with tanaka yknow they got new jobs and — well “ you swallowed hard “ I’ve decided I wanna study in the states “
His heart dropped at the words he’d not only heard from you but also from his ex. The words that dug up years of trauma that kept you two from getting together in the first place “ oh “ he spoke the strength behind it losing its meaning as his heart dropped a little
“ see “ you pointed into his chest “ this is why I didn’t wanna tell you “
“ will you still— “ he shook his head “ what wait actually ? — were you even gonna tell me ? “
“ well I was— “
“ what ? Were you just making all the decisions of our relationship without me ? “
“ well “ you laughed “ I wouldn’t even say we’re in a real relationship ‘sumu “
“All we’ve been through and now we’re not in a relationship “
“ its just “ you spoke softly “ it just makes it easier for me to leave if we’re not ‘sumu “ you nibbled at the inside of your cheek as your voice was barely audible “ so let’s just say we were never dating— we just have “ you sniffles “ history “
Natasha’s movin’ to New York (New York)
Probably sometime in August (Ah)
And I'm spendin' the summer in Singapore (Ah)
I'm so sad, I can't tell you shit anymore
“ I’m glad we met atsumu “ you smiled as you watched him struggle to understand the situation fully. You were really leaving itd been four years. High school was over.
Graduation leaving you two named as most likey to stay together after high school. You winning most likely to succeed and atsumu winning biggest class clown. It was really over.
The late nights sneaking out and away from your parents with the little bit of euphoria you felt after every late night escape. The loud cries that would fill his ears when you would cry to him about how much you missed your old best friend. How she stopped calling you once she made it overseas.
His own cries that would flood your room when you opened the window for him to rant about another argument he had with his mom about how volleyball was in fact a career path. He didn’t have to do something as extravagant as his parents did . Explaining to her that he didn’t have to be exceptionally good at something like osamu was.
“ it was fun yeah ? “ you smiled your head tilting as you moved to grab your suitcase waving to him as you rolled it past the baggage area to get checked in.
I made friends with Abby this year
We're movin' in in March or so
And although you bring me to tears
I'm glad that we gave it a go
Suddenly the airport seemed too loud for him too many people too many wrong answers. His head swirling with all the old memories you two had. At the memories he hadn’t yet got to complete with you.
The picture perfect family that would pop up in his dreams whenever he fell asleep
The soft touches he would no longer get to feel from the random days he would crawl through your window complaining about how ass his life was.
All the moments he took for granted with you. All the empathizing moments he felt for you when you would cry about how your parents had yet again said no to allowing him in the house so you two would have to sit outside your house and if he felt like walking you two could have lunch at the park.
How he could pace outside your front door for a whole hour before knocking praying your dad would finally have a civil conversation with him instead of threatening to kill him if he brung up your name and marry one more time together in a sentence at 11 at night.
The homework assignments he would try to help you with as you sat in his lap palm pressed to your forehead as his back rested against the chair at your desk googling to find the answers to that quiz you told him you had coming up in 4 days.
The tears that had never stopped falling over the years for not only himself but for you. For your relationship that was never rewarded a title but, was filed with nothing but love.
Unlike most people when they send the love of their life abroad right now it was clear he had regrets.
He loved you with regrets.
He can only say right now as his feet moved faster then his brain faster then the people around him that seemed late to their flights. Faster then your plane that was getting ready to take off to wherever the fuck it was because he’s such an asshole he can’t seem to listen to the most beautiful person in his life talk for 5 fucking seconds
Faster then the way his heart thumped as he caught up to you ripping the suitcase away from you and scooting it behind the two of you as he wrapped his hand around your shoulder pulling you back and into the kiss he’d been wanting to give you in the 3 years you’d known each other.
The feeling he’d been dying to reciprocate back to you in these past 4 years youd grown up together in
The kiss and feeling he’d been wanting to feel since middle school with you. Since the first time you walked over to him with that stupid dopey smile confessing how he always seemed so lonely and he didn’t have to be because you and your best friend would welcome him with open arms if he was ever looking for a friend.
The intensity he’d been wanting to feel since freshman year when he nearly cursed you out at your first shared Halloween party not in anger that you’d kissed him but in anger that you apologized after.
In anger that he didn’t do it first that he didn’t take your breathe away first in anger that it was you who stole his first kiss not the other way around. Anger that you were so damn predictable with everyone else yet , everything to do with him you were nothing of the sort.
Angry with himself for only now noticing that you meant the world to him. Only now noticing that you weren’t middle school y/n that you were 4 year old wiser y/n.
Angry with himself for only now realizing that you were in fact the true love of his life.
That you were no longer the “ don’t touch her she’s fragile“ person your best friend drilled into his head before she left on her own adventure nearly three years ago.
His body trying to express all of this into a simple kiss but his attempt, obviously failing when you pulled away a small smile on your lips as you turned to look at your new friend who stood in shock that the irritating asshole in your backseat , who said he didn’t care if you flew damn near 10 hrs across the sea and didn’t come back he just wanted you gone literally 5 minutes ago in the car , just kissed you so hard you nearly floated out of the airport and into the sky.
“ i— i — i love — i love you y/n l/n “
Wiping your lips with the back of your hand and nodding at him causing his new smile and confidence he finally gained to break. Hand reaching to grab your suitcase from behind him before you patted him on his back “ 3 years too late atsumu “
You laughed walking your suitcase and yourself away “ at least now you know how to steal your first real girlfriends breath away yeah ? “ you laughed “ I was a fun free trial now go get a real subscription ok “ you smiled at him as you raised your fist shaking it a little “ I believe you’ll be a great boyfriend— everything you did wrong over the years finally soaked in it seems like “
You nodded at his dazed expression and lack of words “ I better see you on my tv atsumu — you promised “ eyes showing nothing but hope as you spoke “ I better see you carrying a beautiful baby at the Olympics ok —promise me “
His heart broken as he watched you finally walk through the small hallway ducked off by the exit to board your plane everyone else still walking in the airport like there was no tomorrow. No one knew nor cared that a 19 year old boy just got his heart broken by the love of his life that he’d failed to notice until it was too late.
His heart clenching as he let out a small “ promise “ praying not only you— but god could hear his small claim.
His prayer to someone up above to grant him his wish of not only fufilling his promise to you but, you being the other half in making it come true. You would be the one handing him a beautiful baby after he won his gold medal at the Olympics.
You would be the one he would have a real ‘ subscription ‘ with
He’d never forget his high school years with the love of his life in Tokyo Japan.
High school in Jakarta, I won't, but I wanna
Ask you when you talk about it, do I ever come up?
Say thanks to your mama, now we're through
Could've ended different, then again
We went to high school in Jakarta
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beann-e · 2 years
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unhinged (m)
sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader (+ ex!atsumu)
synopsis: even if you think justice has been served, you realise you’ll never be free from your stalker
warnings: 18+ only. yandere themes, stalking, PTSD, paranoia, anxiety, manipulation, trespassing, death threats, some making out, mild violence + blood, knife use, mentions of kidnapping, smoking, one instance of spitting
wc: 4.5k
a/n: my first fic of this blog hooray! i hope you enjoy, it’s not that good but it’s my first time writing after so long so please enjoy :)
you never used to appreciate being able to breathe. 
you do still breathe, of course you do- to exist. but breathing used to be so much easier back before, in that time that seemed lifetimes ago. now it’s uncomfortable. the ache deep in your chest, the tightness, the battering of your heart against your rib cage as you try to suck in those slow breaths, deep, slow, one count, two count, three…
smoking was probably the worst decision you could’ve made. but you need something to take the edge off, something just to make you feel bliss for just a few temporary bittersweet moments. of course, you can’t fully appreciate it. after the sun sets, your living room is hazy when you can only crack the window open a few inches, curtains still tightly drawn to protect you from the peers of the outside world, as you breathe out those grey dregs of smoke, the acrid taste hot on your tongue, tight in your chest, fingers trembling as you flick ash in the glass ashtray. 
maybe you’re being pessimistic. 
things could’ve gone so much more worse but it didn’t. you still have a decent job- an anonymous, quiet 9-5 lab job at some chemical plant down on the outskirts of the city. tall brick walls with barbed wire, security at each electric gate, fluorescent lights in the car park and a convenient parking spot for your car right by the door when you come in and leave your lab every morning and evening is just perfect. safety means perfect. and you’re getting better- you can go out by yourself now. you do the grocery shops and you treat yourself to coffees and just last week you made it to the edge of the park, breathing in the crisp cool autumn air, watching the chestnut and mustard leaves flutter to the rain-stained ground, listening to the breeze whistle. of course, you only ever go out during daylight- the winter months will be rougher but you’re certain you’ll be better then. you have to be. 
after all, at least you’re not dead. 
sanity seems like a privilege but you’re grateful for the things you still have, for the things he couldn’t snatch away amongst everything else. 
atsumu is one of them. 
he takes in a deep breath of anticipation before he digs into his food- warm, sticky rice, hot spicy soup, delicious dumplings, his cheeks bulging with the delicious feast laid all over your coffee table as the two of you lounge on the couch, catching up on your favourite netflix series together. 
“i fuckin’ love food.” the blond man manages to chuckle with his mouth full, flecks of rice spitting out which makes you grimace as you shoot him a glare. 
“don’t be so disgusting, tsumu.” he merely laughs, brown eyes merry as he continues to tuck in and you can’t resist the smile that tugs at your lip as you force an eye roll. 
“now ya just sound like-” he cuts off when you stiffen and his face becomes solemn as he realises the words falling out of his mouth. he clears his throat as he puts down his plate of food, the porcelain clattering against the wood but you avoid his eyes, staring straight ahead at the television. 
“i’m sorry-”
“no.” you cough slightly. “it’s okay- just a mistake. let’s not talk about it.”
“y/n-” you get up abruptly, pushing away your untouched food in favour of your cigarettes. marlboro red. he exhales heavily, watching you light up the stick between your fingers. “i think we need to talk about this.”
you lock eyes with his brown ones and it makes your chest twinge as you see the seriousness in them. it makes you angry really, more angry than sad. he stole so much from you- he stole your happiness, your home, your friends and family, your life! he stole you from you, leaving you an empty shell. and he stole your love. the one true love you had. you’re grateful for atsumu to still be here, to still be your friend and still hang out with you and help you and that he’ll still drive to your house in the middle of the night when you have a panic attack even if he has practise at 6am but it’s not the same. all because of him.
“okay.” you mumble, tapping your cigarette on the edge of the tray and watching the ash fall. “fine. what?” atsumu’s dark brows tug together as he studies you carefully. 
“so, yer know he’s gettin’ out? the courts wrote to ya, didn’t they?” a smile stretches across your face as you chuckle mirthlessly.
“oh yeah, they wrote to me. good behaviour.” you shake your head, laughing. “what am i supposed to say? yeah, i’m completely okay. i’m not terrified. i’m not angry. i haven’t had my whole life destroyed, like nothing ever happened! like i can still sleep more than just a few hours a night and i don’t have nightmares and i can go out and live a normal life because everything is fucking okay.” you’re trembling, eyes wet as you take a long drag of your cigarette, an empty smile stretched across your face as atsumu just stares at you.
a low swear falls from his lips as he reaches a hand out, squeezing your shoulder comfortingly. 
“i’m sorry, y/n. i really am, i wish- yer didn’t deserve any of it.” he shakes his head, blond locks falling into his eyes. “and ya know, it feels like it was all my fault. if only i hadn’t introduced yer to him, if only i hadn’t tried to make yer be friends with him, if only i had set proper boundaries and ya know, knocked some sense into him when he started gettin’ all weird-”
“no, no, not at all.” you smile as you grasp atsumu’s hand, running your thumb along his knuckles. “you know it’s not your fault- how were you supposed to know? it wasn’t your fault, it isn’t mine. it’s not anyone’s but- but sakusa’s.” 
you grimace at the bitterness of his name before sighing heavily, stubbing out your cigarette as you reach for your plate of food. but you don’t eat, because nothing really tastes all that nice anymore. 
“he’ll be on probation, ya know? and he has a restrainin’ order so you’ll be okay. i don’t think he’ll even dare violate it, not if he knows what’s good for him.” you nod at atsumu’s comforting words, trying to let them seep in, trying to believe it’ll all be okay. 
“is he rejoining the team?” the blond man shakes his head. 
“nah, too much bad publicity for the owners. he’ll probably stay lowkey for the first few months and probably sign to a new team when the media have turned away their attention. but-” he looks at you earnestly. “i promise ya, no matter what he tries, ya know i won’t let him contact ya. as for shoyo and kōtarō, i can’t speak for them but they won’t tell him anythin’- i know they won’t.” you return atsumu’s smile, nodding. 
“yeah. it’ll be okay. i’ll be okay.”
you don’t go to work the day he gets released. 
you probably should, it’d be better to move on with your life but you can’t set foot outside your house. cctv and doorbell camera on, windows locked, hallway light on to check for footsteps under the door, phone fully charged, thumb hovering over the emergency call icon. social media is no good for you- you feel new again to it, now that you’ve only just made accounts again- but trending hashtags, videos, headlines, all his name. 
you’re embarrassed at how you start just when your phone vibrates, your thudding heart slowing when you read atsumu’s familiar name flashing across your screen. 
u ok? :))
you smile as you type out a response and with a heavy sigh, you collapse onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling. 
you’re going to be okay. 
the first time it happens you think you’re going insane. 
a cup of coffee. on the countertop. 
you’re hyperventilating in your kitchen, trembling and shaking. coffee. cup. countertop. your knees feel weak, chest aching as your body rushes with adrenaline, head spinning. you’re crying as you’re pulling out your phone. words barely choke out with breathlessness, a long knife clutched in your hand as you sink to the cold tile floors, hoping you don’t die tonight. 
and you don’t. you and atsumu stand in your kitchen, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders as the detectives finally return to you. 
“ma’am, everything’s good.” the first detective, an older man with a thick moustache says. “we’ve sweeped the house- windows and doors are all locked. nobody’s been in here.”
“are you sure?” your cheeks are wet with tears as you stare at the two detectives, pleading. 
“y/n-” atsumu’s voice is a little whisper and you try not to flinch.
“ma’am,” the detective sounds frustrated. “we’ve checked. nobody is in here. nobody has entered your home.” 
“miss,” the second detective is a woman, a sweet one with a tender smile that makes you feel heard, somewhat understood. “we understand your fears, honestly we do. but you are safe, i assure you. all your windows and doors are locked, nothing has any sign of forced entry, nothing missing. this is just your own coffee mug. you are okay.” 
you exhale heavily, forcing a nod as your head begins to ache and atsumu apologises as he leads the detectives to the door. you can hear them mutter in low, hushed voices in the hallway before atsumu apologises a final time for the total waste of their time and they leave. the door locks, one click, two click of the two keyholes, latch on, chain sliding against the wood. 
you don’t meet atsumu’s eyes when he walks back into the kitchen, a heavy sigh escaping him. you’re tired, you feel stupid and sheepish, you don’t need this but that doesn’t stop him. 
“what the hell is wrong with ya?” it would’ve been better if he had yelled at you, not used that tone of disbelief, of disgust, of embarrassment. “callin’ the police- and me- because yer couldn’t remember ya had a cup of coffee?” 
“no, atsumu, i thought-”
“i know what ya thought!” he cuts you off with indignation, rolling his eyes heavily as his fingers curl up into fists. “but come on! if he was standin’ here right in your kitchen i’d understand but a fuckin’ cup?” he shakes his head as you feel your shoulders curl, your eyes falling onto the tile floor. “i was on a date tonight.” your throat goes dry as he rubs at the crease between his brows. your chest is heavy. “she was really nice, we were havin’ a good time and just when i thought i was actually gettin’ somewhere, my ex is callin’ me up because she’s runnin’ around the house with a knife, going crazy and senile over a fuckin’ cup of coffee she couldn’t remember drinkin’.” you gasp at his words, breathless and it stings.
crazy.
he thinks you’re crazy.
“i know what he did to you, i get it but for god’s sake, y/n, can’t ya even try to get over it? i am always here for ya! all the damn time! i don’t even know if yer want to try to have a normal life again but i definitely do.” 
“i’m sorry.” atsumu just glares at you, your futile apology nothing to him. 
“whatever.” he mutters as he tugs off his jacket. “lock the door after i leave and just go to sleep, for fuck’s sake.”
you and atsumu don’t talk much after that. 
he doesn’t bother messaging you much and you can’t blame him. after all, after everything that happened he was the only one who ever stuck around. not that you were resentful towards your old friends and family- who would want to stick around with you after everything that happened? the screaming and crying, anxiety fits in the middle of the streets, paranoid phone calls and accusations at 3am.
it’s empty and it’s hard. you continue going to work but it’s nerve-wracking. you wake up groggy and peer out of the windows before you even dare step out of the house. you check the back seats of your car, the boot, you test the brakes before you even set off to work. grocery shopping, coffee runs, anything for necessity or leisure is pushed away- your head just spins, blood pounds in your ears, your chest hurts and you feel like you’re going to be nauseous anytime you go out. 
the worst thing is, you really thought the cup of coffee was a mistake. 
but it only gets worse. 
sometimes it’s little things. you’re trying to sleep in the middle of the night but you’re disturbed by the bright yellow light of your motion sensor security light flashing, illuminating your bedroom through your curtains. the first time you force yourself to breathe. stray cats, squirrels, foxes- all reasonable explanations. but it happens the second time. a third. and by then you’re shaking, trying to hold back the heavy breaths choked in your throat as you scramble for your phone, finger hovering over the dial icon. but atsumu’s words ring in your ears and you force yourself to breathe slow counts, just like the therapist taught you, just like you’ve rehearsed with atsumu. one breath, two breath, three…
when you get the courage to creep towards the window nothing seems out of the ordinary. but you can’t seem to quell the disturbing ache of nausea in the pit of your stomach when you see the rose bushes rustling in the still night. 
a missing hairbrush you can’t seem to remember where you put. your underwear collection seems to be getting smaller. you don’t know how you’ve been going through your snack cupboard so quickly. 
you can’t say you’re not scared- of course you are. you barely sleep, eyes wide staring at the light flooding beneath your door, just terrified of the dark shadows of footsteps that might just appear. the motion sensor lights flashes more often these nights. but you also feel stupid, your cheeks feeling hot and shame prickling your skin every time you remember atsumu’s harsh snarls, the bitterness in his eyes and that’s when you sigh heavily, sliding the knife out from under your pillow and slipping it into your bedside cabinet instead. sakusa stole your life, but did that mean you’d have to steal atsumu’s too?
if only you had listened to yourself. 
you don’t hear anything. not over the sound of the blender whirring your evening smoothie. banana. frozen raspberries. milk. syrup. chia seeds. 
but it stops abruptly and you gasp when you feel it. the sharpness, the icy coolness of the tip of the knife edging into the back of your neck. 
it’s like your heart stops. blood runs cold, your heart hammering and the nausea of adrenaline flooding your system is overpowering as you tremble, trapped between him and the kitchen island. 
“don’t scream.” 
you could never forget his voice. that deep, soft murmur that haunts your nightmares. you don’t think you could scream even if you wanted to. 
“phone?” 
you swallow as you pick your phone off the countertop, sliding it across to which he quickly grabs it. his hands are pale, green veins popping and knuckles bruised.
“look at me.”
you turn around slowly, heart hammering. black obsidian eyes, dark curls, that stoic expression painting his handsome face- everything you wished you could forget. 
you stare at each other for a moment and he takes in everything so carefully, his eyes travelling over ever inch of you and you’re sure he’s committing everything to memory, relishing every single moment of this nightmare. 
“y/n.” you hate how he breathes your name, like it’s a glorious prayer to him, like it’s not curses to you. 
“what are you doing here?” you can only whisper, a timid cracked whisper. but sakusa doesn’t reply- instead he just pulls you into his arms and you’re trembling as you’re stuck in his grip, hating the feeling of his hands squeezing you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling in your smell, his warmth suffocating you. 
but then he pulls away and you see how his jaw clenches, how his fist tightens around the knife and your stomach drops when you realise it’s the same damn knife stuffed in your bedside cabinet. how long?
“i want a cup of coffee.” 
the cup clatters when you put it down on the kitchen table, sakusa sat comfortably at it, legs outstretched, eyes fixated on you and the knife held readily in his hands. he sighs when he takes a sip and then with a tap of the knife, he indicates for you to sit beside him. 
“your coffee tastes better than mine.” your hands curl into fists at his mutter- how stupid. you should’ve known- you shouldn’t had been so easily convinced by the stupid detectives and atsumu- they underestimated him, they ignored you- he told you you were crazy but you were right. all along. and now…
“please.” you whisper. “just leave. nobody will know and we can-” he cuts you off with a sharp tsk and clatters the knife against the table, shutting you up as you flinch. 
“y/n, you sent me to prison.” he begins, lip curling with venom. “and you know, the one thing worse than not being able to see you was that hell. dirty. unsanitary. full of animals.” he shakes his head, curls falling into his dark eyes. “locked up there, every single day the fucking same…because of you.” he gazes at you heavily. “just because i loved you.” 
you’re not sure what to say, the pressure under knife point too heavily as you swallow hard. 
“so are you here for revenge then? is that it? are you going to kill me?” sakusa smiles, evidently amused, as he takes another sip of his coffee. 
“i’m not that petty. sure, you made me lose everything- my family, friends, my career, freedom.” you want to yell at him. call him a selfish cunt and tell him he deserves everything, and so much worse, for the relentless torment he’s caused you. but you don’t. you thought everything would be so much more different if you ever had to face him again, but it isn’t. you’re just still terrified. “but no, i’m not going to kill you. i want you to give me a bath instead.” 
you’re bewildered at his request. it feels like some sort of fucked up play when you guide him upstairs, painfully reminded by the knife edging into your back not to pull anything funny. he holds it the entire time, the whole time you run the bath, swatting the water steadily filling up the tub and asking him for his optimum temperature, asking him whether he’d like usual epsom salts or lavender, offering him a towel. and you’re forced to watch him undress, cringing as you have to see him peel off his clothes, revealing his pale body underneath, that bulky body rippled with muscles that just stands as a reminder of how much bigger, stronger, powerful he is than you. 
sakusa groans as he sinks into the water, his eyes falling heavy as his body relaxes. you’re kneeling by the side, hands gripping the edge of the cold porcelain bathtub, holding your breath as you can’t even comprehend the situation. it’d almost be so comical at how fucked up it is, at how fucked up sakusa is forcing you into this disgusting thing. his head falls back against the tub and his lids are heavy as he gazes at you.
“this is a luxury you don’t get in prison. imagine what it’s like, hundreds of men lining up at one time, short two minute showers, grimy cubicles  without a single bit of privacy.” he gives a humourless smile. “that’s what i had to put up with. because of you.” you’re stunned when he spits at you, a harsh, nasty spit full of venom and you gasp as you fall back, gingerly touching the horrible wet saliva splattered across your face. your face crumples and you want to cry, but your damn body just can’t react, just won’t react, not with the shock and fear pulsating through you. 
“you got put away because you hurt me.” it’s the quietest whisper and sakusa gasps when he suddenly scrambles up, water splashing and he’s grabbing your face, cheeks squishing between his hands as he tugs you close. it’s a shock to see him like this, such an antithesis to the calm collected man you thought you knew when his eyes are flashing and manic. 
“i love you. i never wanted to hurt you, damn it.” it’s starting to ache, how his calloused fingers press into your tender skin. 
“i was with atsumu!” he tuts as he pushes you away, vein throbbing in his forehead as his hands curl into fists. 
“you really think that blond idiot cares about you? like i do?” 
the words strike something in you and suddenly you’re extending a gentle hand, fingertips grazing along his forearm. 
“i’m sorry, kiyoomi. you’re right.” he shoots you a piercing glare, heavy brow raised as he scoffs. 
“do you think i’m stupid?” 
“no!” your cry is permeated with earnestness. “you are right- atsumu doesn’t care.” you give a mirthless chuckle. “he thinks i’m crazy, annoying, i’m a nuisance to him really. but you,” you circle your fingers around his hand, the other gripping the knife tighter. you hope he doesn’t notice your trembling. “you went to prison for me, kiyoomi.” 
he’s thinking hard as he stares down at your entwined fingers but you know it’s not enough. so you take the gamble and cup his face, smashing your lips against his. 
he tastes of brandy and salt but his skin is warm and smooth under your fingertips- you could almost pretend this would’ve been nice in a different universe. you kiss him, heavy and hard and your heart hammers when he returns it, groaning against your lips as his hand slides into your hair, tugging to deepen the kiss. it’s hot, heavy, his tongue sliding into your mouth, saliva wet and messy. he swallows your moans as he licks messily into your mouth, water splashing as his body squirms, begging to be closer to you as you thread your fingers through his hair. 
“fuck, y/n-” he pants heavily in between wet messy kisses pressed to your lips as he rests his clammy forehead against yours. 
“kiyoomi, i want you. but please,” you whimper as you stare into his depthless eyes. “please put the knife down. i promise i’ll be good.” sakusa doesn't look entirely convinced but you’re relieved when he finally puts it down on the bedside cabinet when he follows you into the bedroom. your body is brimming with adrenaline when he lies down along your bed, his skin glistening with dampness as you take a deep breath and edge towards him. 
“this is all i’ve wanted, y/n. we could’ve had this so much easier if you had just listened. if you hadn't been so stupid.” he mutters almost mournfully as you slowly unbutton your shirt, letting the cotton fabric slip off your shoulders to reveal your chest clad in a pink bra. but sakusa doesn’t mind the simplicity of your underwear, even groaning at the sight of your panties hugging your cunt when you slip off your jeans. “come here.”
he pulls you onto his lap and you try not to flinch at the feeling of his half hard dick pressing against your pussy, only a thin layer of fabric separating you both. he’s hungry as he kisses you, one hand gripping your hair tight, the other groping your chest, your ass, stroking your hips, any skin he can grasp. you kiss back with fervour, your hands gripping his broad shoulders, hips rocking gently against him, swallowing his moans. you’re waiting, kissing, waiting for the perfect moment…then…
you bite. hard. sakusa swears when he pushes you away roughly, his face screwed with anger and disgust as red blood seeps from his lips. but you’re prepared, your clammy hand locking around the knife and you scream when you slash it towards him. panic bubbles in you and damn him, he’s quick- he’s rough when he shoves you back, a hand stretching out as protection against the knife. you aim desperately, every bit of anger and resentment and fear and hatred brewing in you surging through the screams and swears but you’re just too weak and the best you can get is a slash across his hand. 
“you bitch!” he yells, voice deep and gruff and it terrifies you, the fire dancing in his eyes as he clutches his bloody palm, crimson oozing from porcelain skin. 
but that’s bought you enough time and you rush away quickly, your bedroom door slamming behind you as you scramble downstairs. you’re frantic- kiyoomi’s screams and threats resonate through the house as you hear him storm upstairs into the bathroom and you’re trembling with fear- fuck why won’t your hands just work? you’re scrambling for the house keys- were they in the living room? your purse? in the tray of marbles? 
“fuck fuck fuck-” you’re almost crying as you sweep your hand across the entire cabinet top, vases and candles smashing to the floor and marbles scattering across the entire floor but then you find them, those silver keys you grab, grateful for the sharp cool metal pressing into your skin as you run to the front door. 
“i am going to kill you, you stupid bitch.” kiyoomi’s footsteps are heavy upstairs as you scramble to fit the keys into the lock, hands shaking as they just won’t seem to fit in and you’re sobbing, screaming at yourself to get out. 
you can hear him across the landing, getting to the top of the stairs- the floorboards creak and you’ve only just got the locks open when the door swings open and-
relief floods you when you lock eyes with brown orbs and you’re a sobbing, shaking mess when you collapse into atsumu’s arms, clinging to him, gasping and clinging to his t-shirt as he holds you. 
“he’s here- atsumu- he’s here- he’s going to kill me!” atsumu’s bewildered as he holds your face, wiping away the stream of tears and you’re exasperated at how he smiles, almost amused. 
“what are you talking about, y/n?” he chuckles and you shake your head, gasping as you try to scramble away, run away into the darkness- anywhere, just not here. 
“he’s here! we have to call the police.” 
atsumu’s still smiling and suddenly his hold on you feels tighter. your heart feels like lead when sakusa’s footsteps reach the end step and he’s stood in the hallway, bloody hand gripping the knife, crimson running down his chin as he smiles, shirtless in just his joggers. 
“miya atsumu.” his voice is a low drawl. 
“atsumu!” you’re wailing with desperation, trying to fight out of the blond’s grip but he’s too strong, holding you tight against him as he continues to smile. 
“relax, y/n- he won’t kill you. goodness, omi-kun- i told you i’d help you take her home, why did you start without me?”
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“ you look pretty like this “ his voice came out low enough to rival the drumming of your heartbeat. The whistles of the wind only adding to your anxiety in the moment.
Eyes darting anywhere but his in fear of him taking back his compliment when he saw your face. “ ‘ tsumu I’m crying my ass off right now because I fucked up dinner and we’re gonna fucking starve how in the hell do I look pretty right now “
“ we can order take out “ you pouted as he spoke a large smile on his face “ this’ll be the third night in a row “
“ and? we eat good everytime don’t we ? “ he smiled softly “ ‘eat so good we both pass out on the couch huh “
You moved away from him as he tried to pull you into his chest. The fight for you to escape a difficult one that you ultimately ended up losing. “ ‘tsuma “ you cried out into his chest in a whine
“ y/n “ he whined back hand moving to rub up and down your back as he felt his t shirt starting to get stained a small smile on his face when he finally heard you cry.
He didn’t know why but he felt that you had a harsh couple of days. You hadn’t told him anything , hadn’t done anything severely different , hadn’t screamed or talked to him in a different way he just…. Felt it.
You were his other half you completed him and when you were broken he was broken.
“ yknow baby— my spikes at practice have been off the last couple of days and me and the guys haven’t been able to explain why but “ you cried harder knowing you affected him so much “ after seeing you struggle this hard by yourself I think I finally see why”
He sighed as he rested his chin atop your head “ you can’t keep fighting your demons by yourself my love” voice going low in a whisper “ even if you talk to the stupid cat you talked me into buying — you can still vent to something ok “ he sighed “ or even someone —.
He moved to lift up your chin with his finger “ maybe me ? Next time “ forcing you to look up at him wiping the tears that fell before running his thumb over your lips he could tell you’d been biting at as a source of relief for your anxiety “ baby “
It saddened him to see how much you’d been struggling on your own and he didn’t know. Seeing how much you’d disappointed him making you only cry harder as you looked away shoving your head back into his chest “ y/n why didn’t you tell me it had gotten this bad “
“ I didn’t — “
“ yknow how much I hate it when you suffer by yourself “ he shook his head “ we’re a team remember— we’re ‘tsumu and y/n — my name doesn’t sound right without yours baby “
Your hand gripping fistfuls of his shirt “ you don’t have to tell me what it is wether it’s studying , schoolwork , a bad day at work , or even something as dumb as forgetting to put gas in the tank before I take the car in the morning “ he swallowed “ but just know I’m here for you even if you don’t want to talk “
He moved to kiss your forehead “ I’ll be your emotional support when you don’t have one “ he bent down to pick up your cat smooshing the animal in your face “ we’ll both listen “
The cat letting out a small meow at the action “ see — we promise“
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beann-e · 2 years
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Heyy guys I’m back to writing leave any requests or ask in my inbox or even message me with some ideas on who you want me to write for && I’ll write em 🤭
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