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contains: sawamura daichi x female reader + 40 yo host dad daichi + 21 yo au pair reader + fluff-ish + daichi is married and has two daughters + implied cheating? + first interactions
note: this is supposed to be the first part to a short series, but i often lose the ability to write so who knows if i actually end up writing more. enjoy!
While most people just sat down at their desks, turned their signs to open and started their first classes of the day, Daichi was glad to finally enter his home and take his shoes off his aching feet.
As much as he missed his wife and daughters during his chaotic workweek, he would be lying if he said he didn’t like having the house to himself after a debilitating 24-hour shift.
Daichi could unwind and eat his breakfast without his puppy-eyed babies staring at him, pleading with him to share his meal even after they had already had their uninterrupted breakfast beforehand. It didn’t matter in what mental state he found himself in, he could never say no to his princesses.
After stowing away his coat and shoes, he walked past the living room to the kitchen —hand rubbing the exhaustion out of one of his eyes— only to do a double take when he noticed a nearly unmoving figure sitting at the dining table.
Daichi stepped backwards to the doorway of the living room with a curious frown.
“Oh.” He said surprised. “Hey, kid.”
It had already been nearly a week since you, the newest and temporary addition to his family, had moved into the guest room, but Daichi still had to get used to your presence.
When you weren’t busy taking his daughters to and from school or their extracurricular activities, you were usually out of the house, doing god knows what. With Daichi’s unusual work and sleeping schedule, he had barely caught a glimpse of you since you had been living with his family.
“Mr. Sawamura, um, hi—” You looked up from your laptop sitting in front of you, only noticing his presence then. Swiftly, you closed your device like you were looking at something you weren’t supposed to. “Just give me a moment and I’ll get out of your hair.”
A notebook, a few pens and other knickknacks were scattered across your side of the table. You quickly gathered the smaller objects and messily stuffed them into your pencil case before stacking everything on top of each other.
Daichi smiled amused and shook his head. “You don’t have to leave. Technically this is your house now, too.”
A sentiment Mr. and Mrs. Sawamura didn’t seem to share. His wife, Yumi never explicitly told you you couldn’t be in the same room as her, but in the first few days you often caught her, what you could only interpret as ‘what are you still doing here?’ glances when you weren’t attending to her children. You always excused yourself to your room, kept busy with the girls or found something outside of the house to do.
Daichi’s tone seemed sincere, but you still weren’t entirely convinced he actually meant it.
“I just don’t want to be in your way.”
“You’re fine.” He assured you. “I’m going up soon anyway.”
You gave him an unsure nod and Daichi went on about his day, moving on to the kitchen.
It was hard to ignore his presence. Even with him in the next room, you felt like your every move was being monitored. You straightened your back and disassembled the tower on top of your laptop. This time you made sure not to take up so much room, taking out just one pen to take notes.
You resumed scrolling through the translated list of various activities around the city, bookmarking the most intriguing ones.
From the next room the soft clanks of pots and pans reached you, followed by the beeping of the microwave as Daichi prepared last evening’s left overs. After the end signal, it only took him another moment for him to appear in your peripheral vision as he approached the dining table.
“Do you mind?” He asked, reaching for the chair diagonally across from you.
You forced a smile. “Yeah— I mean no. Go ahead.”
Daichi pulled his phone from his back pocket and sat down. He got comfortable in his seat and whispered his gratitude before starting on his breakfast.
There was a moment of an uncomfortable silence —probably just uncomfortable to you— filled with closed-mouthed chewing, the inaudible swiping on his screen, the clicking of your mouse and the seconds ticking away on the clock sitting against the wall.
It was even more impossible to ignore him when he was sitting at the same table as you. Like a moth to a flame, his presence attracted your gaze to him and for the first time since you arrived you got a good look at him.
Daichi was as handsome as Yumi was beautiful. As far as you knew, the couple was both in their late 30s or early 40s, but noticing his salt-and-pepper hair and the lines in his face, you wondered if there was somewhat of an age gap after all.
You wanted to tear your eyes away before it became clear you were staring, but you couldn’t help but let them wander to his exposed arms. How didn’t you notice how buff he was before? Comparing him to the pictures hanging around the house from his volleyball days in high school and college, he had grown softer over the years, but his years as a firefighter definitely showed in shirt-hugged biceps.
Mrs. Sawamura had great taste in men.
“Since when do we have tea?”
Your gaze flickered up to his and luckily he hadn’t caught you ogling his arms. His attention was fixed on the transparent cup next to your laptop. Embarrassment still warmed your cheeks, your heart picking up at how close you were to making your host think you were a pervert.
It took a moment for you to gather your words. “Oh, it’s from back home. Raspberry leaf tea.”
“Ah, I was about to say.” Daichi smiled short of a laugh. “We’re more of a coffee household.”
“I’m also more of a coffee person. This just helps relieve. . .” You stopped yourself from giving away way too much information, mentally face palming yourself for your nerves getting the best of you. “. . . certain symptoms.”
Horrible safe.
“Is that why you’re staying in today?” Daichi asked.
“Hm?” You expected him to take a moment to think about how to change subjects, but to your surprise he never halted in his movements or response, like it was the most normal thing to discuss with a practical stranger.
“You’re usually already out and about by now.” He chuckled, almost embarrassed, assuming he phrased his question oddly. “I’m just being nosy, you don’t have to answer my question.”
“Oh, no, you’re fine. I’m just—” not used to others taking an interest in what I do. “I’m not feeling great so I decided to stay in.”
“If you’re not up to getting the girls later, I’ll go so you can rest up.” Daichi offered without hesitation, like exchanging his well-needed rest with yours was nothing, like they weren’t paying you to take this responsibility off their shoulders.
You shook your head with a grateful smile. “I should be fine, but thank you sir.”
“Alright.” He gathered his empty plate and utensils before he got up from the dining table and headed to the kitchen. “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
As Daichi left you to be on your own once more, a spark of hope ignited in your chest that this new adventure wouldn’t feel so lonely after all.
After watching Tell Me Lies all I can think about is lonely host dad Daichi cheating on his wife with his homesick au pair.
He never planned for your temporary addition to his family to be anything more than to help you get familiar with his culture and language in exchange for some help with his daughters and other light household chores. But it became hard to ignore the warmth blooming in his chest whenever you chose sharing a cup of tea with him over your well-needed rest to listen to him talk about his day.
contains: iwaizumi hajime x gender neutral reader + established relationship + fluff + comfort + maybe a little ooc hajime?
note: this is for my dear friend @akaashioppa who is always very patient (but not really) and my number one supporter when it comes to anything i write
Hajime rounded the corner to your shared apartment and slowed his pace when he found you still outside. You were slumped forward, your forehead leaning against the wooden front door.
His eyebrows pushed together into a confused frown and he took his earbuds out of his ears. Putting them into their case, he approached you, a slight amusement lifting the corners of his mouth. “What’s going on here, hm?” He teased as he leaned against the wall, adjusting his backpack against his shoulder.
From the moment he didn’t get any of your usual texts throughout the day, Hajime had a feeling he wasn’t coming home to your usual bubbly self.
You didn’t have the energy to turn to him, your eyes remaining closed as you only shifted on the balls of your feet in acknowledgment of his presence. “If I make eye contact with my keys, I’m gonna start crying.” Your voice was soaked in exhaustion, your work day heavy on your shoulders.
The bundle of various keys, consisting of mostly colorful keychains, laid on the floor next to you on one side while your handbag, clearly tossed in a sign of defeat, sat on your other side.
“Bad day?” He asked as he bent over to grab your keys off the floor and went around you to collect your bag next.
You sniffled with a nod. “I hate everyone.”
Using his free hand, he got ahold of your arm and he gently pulled you away from the door, right into his chest. Stubborn and exhausted, your arms hung by your side as Hajime cupped the back of your head and pressed a kiss against your hair. “Even me?”
Suddenly the worries of the day didn’t feel so suffocating as you melted into his touch. “Not if you don’t make me cook.”
He laid his head on top of yours. “So I should cook?” He joked.
For the first time, since you walked into the office that morning, your lips twitched into something close to a smile. “Do you want to make my day worse?”
Hajime had many amazing qualities, but cooking wasn’t one of them. Luckily he gladly took on washing the dishes as one of his many unofficial assigned chores, which you absolutely loathed doing.
“Takeout it is, then.” He chuckled lowly as he pulled away from you. “Let’s get you inside first.”
summary- You’ve been secretly seeing Oikawa after a messy breakup with Daichi.
contents- ANGST!! this is for angsty girlys. break up, mention of sex. the girls (captains) came to fight!!
“Come with me.”
Toru’s hand wrapped around your wrist as he pulled you down the long hallway. You didn’t resist—arguing with Oikawa before a game was the last thing you wanted. It was Spring Nationals, the whole arena buzzing with nerves and energy.
“Hey,” you murmured.
He stopped, turning toward you with that stupidly charming grin, warm-up jacket hanging open just a little too perfectly. “I wanted to see you before the match.”
“A text would’ve been fine,” you teased.
Toru patted himself down like he’d only just remembered something. “Coach confiscated our phones,” he admitted with a shrug.
“Of course he did. Look, I should go before someone sees us.”
You glanced around. The two of you were standing right in front of the locker room hallway, way too exposed. And the worst part? Oikawa Tōru wasn’t your boyfriend. He was just a hookup… a hookup that somehow turned into feelings on both sides.
And all of it was messy because you’d just gotten out of a relationship with Daichi.
That breakup had been ugly, anger, hurt, the kind of tension that didn’t fade but simmered. You met Toru at a party not long after. He’d been charming, flirty, impossible to ignore. One hookup turned into late-night calls. Calls turned into dates. Dates turned into sex, mind-blowing, addictive sex. Toru made it clear he was falling hard.
And you were… you. Torn, unsure, wanting him anyway.
“Wait,” he said suddenly, “Stay. Just a second.”
“Toru…” you warned.
His eyes flicked around the hallway before he leaned in, lips nearly brushing your ear. “I need you.”
Your breath caught, body going rigid, the world around you melting into static.
Then he pulled back with a laugh, eyes sparkling. “To cheer for me,” he clarified. “In the stands. Seriously, (Y/N)… you’re dirty.”
“You know I can’t.”
Toru’s brow lifted, his expression sharpening. “Because your ex is here? Don’t tell me you still have feelings for him. I thought we were… something.”
You exhaled, tired and wound up all at once. “I don’t want to get into this right now. Not before your game.”
“Fine,” he said lightly, though his eyes suddenly brightened too bright. A smirk tugged at his lips.
“Why are you smiling like that?” you asked, stepping back. The reaction threw you off. “I thought you’d be upset.”
“No,” he murmured, stepping forward. “Come here.”
His hand came up, cupping your face before you could protest. His mouth crashed into yours, warm and familiar, stealing whatever resistance you had left. Your arms slid around his waist, pulling him in, because how could you ever say no to him?
“Wait for me after the game,” he whispered against your lips. “I want you to come over.”
“Okay.” You couldn’t help the smile that slipped out. “I’ll be waiting.”
You took a step back. Then another. Finally, you turned around—
—and froze.
Standing at the end of the hallway, staring right at you, was Daichi.
His arms were crossed. His jaw was tight. And on either side of him stood his two best friends, both looking just as shocked and pissed as he was.
Your stomach dropped straight to the floor.
Daichi didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just stared at you like you were a stranger wearing your face.
“Daichi…” you choked out.
He let out a breath that was almost a laugh, but not the kind you’d ever wanted to hear from him. “Wow,” he said quietly. “So this is what you’ve been doing.”
You opened your mouth to explain though you didn’t even know what the explanation was but, Suga stepped forward first, hand on Daichi’s shoulder as if he was holding him back from something.
“Let’s go,” Suga muttered, eyes flicking away from you, like even looking at you hurt.
But Daichi didn’t move. His gaze shifted past your shoulder straight to Toru.
“Oh,” he hissed, voice cracking with bitter realization. “It’s him.”
Toru’s footsteps creaked against the floor behind you. You didn’t even have to look to know he was standing tall, chin up, ready to say something cocky—
“Go on, Daichi. Say what you really want to say. I’m dying to hear it.” He mocked.
Daichi’s eyes snapped back to you. “I really thought you were better than this,” he said, and it wasn’t angry. It was worse. It was disappointed. Hurt. The kind of hurt you once promised him you’d never cause.
Your throat tightened. “It’s not what you think.”
“Oh?” Daichi stepped closer. “Because what it looked like was you in the hallway making out with the guy you told me meant nothing.”
Your breath stuttered. Toru cursed under his breath behind you.
“You broke up with me,” you whispered.
“And I’m starting to see why,” Daichi shot back, voice sharp as broken glass.
That one hurt more than it should have.
Asahi finally stepped between you, hands raised in a gentle, pleading gesture. “Daichi… not now. You’ve got a match.”
Daichi shook him off, but he didn’t look at you anymore. He didn’t have to. The damage was already done.
“I don’t care what you two do,” he muttered, stepping past you. “Just… don’t pretend you’re innocent.”
You flinched as he brushed by, the air cold where he’d once been warm. Suga and Asahi followed, not sparing you a second glance.
The hallway felt too quiet after they left.
Toru let out a long sigh. “Well,” he said softly, “that could’ve gone better.”
You didn’t answer. You just stood there, staring at the empty space where Daichi had been, wishing it didn’t hurt so much.
You didn’t mean to chase after them.
But the second Daichi disappeared around the corner, something inside you snapped. Something raw and unfair and tired of being the only one painted as the villain.
Your feet moved before your brain did.
“(Y/N), don’t—” he started, but you were already sprinting down the hallway.
The crowd noise from the gym faded as you turned the corner and saw them, Daichi, Suga, Asahi, walking towards the other locker room entrance. Other players were around them, chatting, laughing, stretching.
And you just… lost it.
“DAICHI!”
The name ripped out of you, sharp and cracked.
Half the hallway turned. Conversations stalled mid-sentence. The noise dipped instantly, like the whole building inhaled at once.
Daichi stopped walking.
You didn’t slow down. You marched straight toward him, chest heaving, eyes burning.
“You want to act like I’m the only one who messed up?” you shouted. “Fine! But at least tell the truth! You’re not innocent either!”
Silence.
Complete, suffocating silence.
Players stared. Coaches paused. Even the fluorescent lights seemed too loud.
Daichi turned fully, jaw clenched, eyes stormy. “Don’t do this here,” he warned, voice low enough to make your knees shake.
“No,” you said, louder this time. “You don’t get to walk away acting like I’m the bad guy. Not after everything you did.”
A ripple went through the hallway, whispers, glances, raised brows.
Suga stiffened. Asahi looked like he might sink into the floor.
Daichi exhaled slowly, nostrils flaring. “This isn’t the time.”
“You made it the time,” you shot back. “You stood there and acted like you were perfect like you didn’t hurt me too. Like you didn’t shut me out. Like you didn’t make me feel like I was never enough.”
The hallway remained frozen.
A few Seijoh players stepped out of their locker room, confused, spotting Toru jogging up behind you. His presence only thickened the tension.
Daichi’s voice finally broke through. “You don’t know when to stop.”
“And you don’t know how to admit when you’re wrong.”
His eyes burned. “You really want to do this here? In front of everyone?”
You swallowed hard. “You did it first.”
That hit him.
You saw it—the flicker of guilt, regret, anger, all tangled together. Suga looked away, shoulders tight. Asahi’s brows knit in pain.
Daichi took a slow step toward you. Just one. Enough to make the air crackle.
“If you want a war,” he whispered, “don’t start it on a day I have a game.”
A humorless laugh left you. “Funny. That’s exactly why you thought you could say whatever you wanted.”
Toru finally reached you, hand curling around your arm. “Hey, enough,” he murmured. “He’s not worth you losing it like this.”
Daichi’s jaw ticked at that. Just barely. But enough.
He stared at You. Then at Toru.
Toru stepped beside you, sliding an arm around your waist like he owned it. He tilted his head, eyes locked on Daichi, voice carrying through the whole hallway. “Don’t glare at me like that, Captain. She came to my bed, not yours.”
Daichi took one sharp step forward, fists clenched, but Toru didn’t even blink. Instead, he laughed—low, smug, and cruel.
“Oh, come on,” Toru added, leaning in just a little. “If you were keeping her satisfied, she wouldn’t have come knocking on my door at 2 AM.”
A couple players gasped. Someone muttered “no way” under their breath. Suga looked like he might actually pass out.
You felt your stomach drop straight to the floor.
Daichi’s voice cracked like thunder. “Say that again.”
Toru raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed. “Gladly.”
But before he could, you shoved his chest, heart pounding, heat crawling up your neck at the chaos spiraling around you.
“Toru, stop.”
He only smirked, thumb brushing your hip possessively.
Daichi’s eyes flicked to the touch—dark, furious, hurt.
“Unbelievable,” Daichi muttered, backing away. “Both of you.”
But that didn’t stop Toru from calling after him, voice sharp as a blade:
“Don’t blame us, Captain. You’re the one who dropped the ball.”
The entire hallway fell into stunned, electric silence.
Daichi stared then shook his head and walked away without another word. No one moved until the locker room door slammed behind him. The silence he left behind felt louder than any scream you could’ve made.
You started walking until you were around the corner, away from the whispers, away from Daichi’s glare, away from the chaos Toru had set on fire.
But Toru followed.
“Hey—” he started.
You spun around so fast he almost ran into you.
“What the hell was that?!” you snapped. Your voice echoed off the walls. “Are you out of your mind?”
Toru blinked, shocked for maybe half a second before his trademark smirk tried to crawl back onto his face. “I mean… he started it.”
“No,” you said, stepping closer, finger pointing at his chest. “No. Don’t do that. Don’t pretend you didn’t just blow everything up for no reason.”
He shrugged, leaning against the wall like he wasn’t the center of a hallway war. “He shouldn’t look at you like you’re something he owns.”
Your throat tightened. “That’s not your call to make!”
“Oh?” Toru lifted a brow. “So what? You want me to stand there while he acts like I’m the only one who messed up?”
“I didn’t ask you to protect me,” you shot back. “I didn’t ask you to talk about my personal life, my sex life in front of everyone.”
Toru’s jaw clenched at that. “Maybe not. But he doesn’t get to humiliate you.”
“You humiliated me!” you yelled. “You made it so much worse!”
Toru pushed off the wall, stepping toward you, expression darkening. “Would you rather I stayed quiet while he treated you like dirt?”
“I would rather you didn’t make it look like I jumped into your bed just to hurt him!” Your voice cracked, emotion bleeding through. “Because that’s what everyone thinks now. That I’m— that I’m some messy rebound.”
“You’re not,” he said immediately, voice low, almost fierce.
“Toru…” you whispered, trying to steady yourself. “You crossed a line back there.”
He exhaled, shoulders tense, something regretful flickering in his eyes. “I know.”
You looked away, anger cooling into something more painful. “I care about you. But you can’t keep blowing things up every time you feel threatened.”
He didn’t answer. He just stepped closer, gaze softening when you didn’t pull away.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I just… seeing him look at you like that—like he still had some claim on you—it pissed me off.”
Your chest tightened painfully. “You can’t do that, Toru. Not if this…” You swallowed. “If whatever we are is going to mean anything.”
He stared at you, really stared, and for once, he didn’t smirk or joke or deflect.
He nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll try.”
His voice softened. “For you.”
You hated how your heart fluttered.
You hated how you still wanted to reach for him.
You hated how you still cared.
“Toru…” you sighed.
But he stepped forward gently, hand brushing yours, not grabbing, not claiming, just touching.
“Don’t be mad at me,” he said softly. “Not tonight.”
And just like always, you weren’t sure if you could be.
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contains: azumane asahi x female reader + smut + fluff + friends to lovers-ish + fingering + finger sucking
note: don't think too much about the position they're in, just vibe for my sake lmao
this is a continuation of two birds, one stone because i can’t stop thinking about inexperienced asahi (but you don't need to read it to understand what's going on)
What was supposed to be one night of new experiences and limited fun, turned into a weekend of blurring the lines of your friendship as you couldn’t get enough of each other.
And it wasn’t just the sex.
It was waking up together, limbs tangled underneath your comforter as the growing buzz of the city stirred both of you awake.
Unfortunate encounters with your exes and hook-ups pushed you to believe it was only a matter of time before Asahi would hastily put on his clothes, half-heartedly thank you for a good time (something you did not always get either) and slip out of your apartment, only for him to hit you up again when he was in the mood for a quick fuck.
But no, instead Asahi’s tired gaze found you nestled against his bare chest, your hair sticking out in every way but the right one and his shirt hanging off one of your shoulders, and he smiled lazily before gently pulling you closer with his sleeping arm, numb from being around you the whole night.
It was getting served breakfast while you sat back at the kitchen table and nursed your second cup of tea. You wanted to help your best friend set up, but he refused, telling you he cooked better alone and urged you to just relax and enjoy. You wanted to protest, but there wasn’t much to complain about when he turned around to the stove in nothing more than his boxers, leaving you to nibble on your toast as you enjoyed the view of his toned back and cute butt.
It was enjoying the non-sexual intimacy of sharing a shower. For a second time in your friendship you had your hands in Asahi’s hair, this time to work in your shampoo as you massaged his scalp. You couldn’t resist making odd shapes with his strands, sculpting them into a tower just to see how long the weight of his wet hair and the strength of foam could resist gravity. Together you laughed at the silliness of your actions, until you used all of the hot water.
But yes, it was also the sex.
When your lips finally met again, you didn’t know how you had made it through the day without getting your hands on him again. Your second-hand couch groaned beneath your bodies as Asahi was fully on top of you, hips rolling against yours as your clothed sexes desperately tried to find some relief behind their barriers of fabric.
The television illuminated the dark living room and the inattentive audience in front of it, the movie you put on watching you as the colors danced and shifted against you. The story went in one ear and out the other, both of your whimpers and moans distracting you from the conversations happening right in front of you.
“Wanna learn something?” You whispered against him.
He kissed you again before you got an answer out of him. “Always.”
His hand in the bend of your knee held your leg against the side of his hip, but swiftly got stolen away by your gentle grasp guiding him between your thighs. His fingers ghosted over your panties, the black cotton stained by your wetness and you fully pulled away, the feather-soft touch forcing a sigh off your lips.
Excitement left Asahi breathless and quickened his heart as he stared you down with his big brown eyes and flushed cheeks. It was only a matter of time before the newness of everything wore off and the sparkle in his eyes would fade, but for now you’d enjoy every second of it.
Briefly letting go of him, you pushed your panties aside, exposing yourself to him. “Remember what you did with your tongue?” You asked as your palm found the back of his hand again.
“I do.” Asahi answered you lowly.
You smiled. “Good.” You pushed your middle finger against his and it jutted forward, brushing against your folds and catching your wet entrance.
With his hand still in yours, he took charge and dragged his finger up between your lips, collecting your slick as he landed on your clit. Your mouth soundlessly fell agape from the sensation.
“Small circles.” You instructed.
Asahi nodded and did exactly as you asked. There was some caution behind his touch as he pressed into you with circular motions. “Like that?”
His question was redundant as your hips bucked at the stimulation. You were sensitive, still riding the high from the night before and the dry humping merely minutes ago. Your head fell back against the armrest of your couch and your eyes fluttered closed with a gasp.
You couldn’t remember the last time another person could read you the way Asahi had these past 24 hours. He played with your body like he’d known it for years, simply by observing every twitch in your face and catching onto every pant and whimper.
“Either you’re a great listener— fuck,” you got interrupted by your own moan as he subtly increased his pace. Your hand moved up and grabbed a hold of his wrist for leverage while your other hand twisted into his shirt. “or you really are a fucking liar.”
“I’d never lie to you.” His voice carried a hint of pride as he recognized the pleasure overtaking your body. “I think you’re just a really good teacher.”
Circular motions transitioned seamlessly into vertical ones, his finger running up and down your overly sensitive bundle of nerves. “Oh my god!” Your back arched off the couch and you could feel his erection rub against the curve of your ass as you grinded your hips to meet the movements of his digit.
“You’re close.” he whispered more to himself than you, almost in disbelief. It was finally Asahi’s turn to embarrass you for a change as the familiar knot pulled taut, much sooner than you thought it would.
He worked on your clit at an unchanging speed and you grew restless against him as your orgasm quickly approached. “Shit, Asahi.” You cried, your chest rising and falling rapidly.
The grip on his wrist tightened and you let go of his shirt, bringing your hand to cover your face. Your head fell to the side and your eyes rolled back as you shook uncontrollably. With his dick throbbing against you, Asahi helped you ride out your high, not even stopping when his hand started to cramp, too grateful he got to hear the string of moans spilling from your lips again.
“Oh my— fuck.” You breathed when your climax faded and your body finally relaxed, but there was still a slight tremor keeping your limbs in its grip.
You bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling too brightly while your hand lowered from your face.
“Your neighbors probably hate you right now.” Asahi chuckled.
If there was ever a moment you kept your neighbors in mind, it was definitely not then.
Mischievousness tugged at the corners of your lips as you stared at your friend through half-lidded eyes. Your eased grip was still on his wrist between your thighs and you pulled his hand up, his middle and ring finger glistening with your slick. You took them onto your tongue, slipping them into your mouth and sucked him clean.
summary: the reader finally gets her chance with hanging out with her long term crush oikawa who seems to like her back. however things soon take a turn.
warnings: heartbreak
w/c: idk
Masterlist. Haikyuu Masterlist
The sound of soft music flooded your ears, your legs were gently resting on the dashboard of the car. As the tune of the song continued you gently tapped your fingers along to the beat of the song. Your view was of a park, it looked completely abandoned. Toru decided to get dinner with you after your volleyball practice had ended. You wanted to sit down and eat but everything was closing which was weird for a Monday night, it was only 9 pm. He decided on a fast food restaurant where you both sat to eat burgers and fries in his car.
With his phone in his hands, he scrolled his music playlist while nodding his head to the beat. “I can’t believe people hate this album, this is one of my favorite albums.”
Your head was leaned against the back of the headrest, without moving it you looked over to see him ramble about the album. It was called college drop out, he praised the album like no other. Although you had never listened to this album you sat back to listen to him, nothing made you happier than seeing him happy about life.
You two didn’t know that much of one another, you had just met in September but went on your first date in December. Oikawa Toru was your crush, he had been since you first saw in at a college volleyball game. He was walking around with his friends when you both made eye contact. It was like no one else was in the room but him, something told you deep down that he was completely different from the rest.
“College dropout? That’s about to be me.” You both laughed at your cheesy joke, being a comedian was your side job and he knew that.
He clutched the side of his stomach while laughing at your joke. He cried, “Why are you like this?” You shrugged your shoulders, you two were notorious for laughing at the dumb things that both of you said.
He eyed the cup of water that was given to you at the burger place. The waitress only gave you guys one drink which was wrong but Toru was too scared to tell her that.
“Have you drunk your water?”
“Yeah.” A giggle escaped your lips, that was such an odd question to ask. “Do you want it?”
A loud sigh escaped his lips, “I thought you would have never asked.”
“What the fuck Toru!?” You snickered, “You were going to sit here and thirst to death?”
He shook his head vigorously, “Yes, I was going to stop by the store or something.” You both laughed at his actions. Toru continued to drink the cup of water, he even went as far as to offer you the drink.
His laughter died down, and Toru still had the brightest smile on his face as he looked at you. “I have a question?”
The sudden shift in the tone caused you to grow a little tense. You removed your feet from the headboard of his car as a soft hmm escaped your lips.
He looked at you with all purity, that was something that he did a lot. He would look at you as if you were the only girl in the world. It continued to give you butterflies or was that common sense leaving your body?
His fluffy brown hair rested against the back of his chair while he was looking at you. Akaashi's smile widen while he continued to look at you. “What are you trying to get out of this date?”
Confusion wasn’t the word, quicker than you could've stooped yourself you blurted out, “Date? This is a date?” Prior to meeting one another he specifically told you that this would only be as friends. It hurt…a lot but you completely understood. You wanted to respect his boundaries however this didn’t stop you from hanging out with him. He genuinely made you happy, so you pushed your feelings aside to be with him as friends.
He playfully nudged the side of your arm, “You know what I mean”
Internally your brain was set off with complete chaos. He literally had just confused you, one minute he says your friends and the next he’s calling this a date. Without making it awkward you just let out a laugh.
“I just like being around you that’s all.” Things with him were so easy, he understood you without even trying. It was quite hard for you to open up to people but with him, it was smooth sailing. For years you had been struggling with trying to force yourself to be someone who you were not. With Toru you didn’t have to be like that, he made you relax. You didn’t have to try hard, the both of you could understand each other problems like no one else.
“Mhm.” he didn’t bother to say anything else, he continued to look out the window of the car.
Toru’s hand rubbed his upper lips as he thought. He too seemed conflicted with his feelings. While he thought you also did the same thing like always you had to fight with yourself internally. Things with him were so easy to the point that you hated it.
“I want to kiss you right now.”
“Wait what.” Your head snapped away from the window.
Toru was completely serious, there wasn’t a drop of sarcasm in his voice. He didn’t give you any time to register what to do, before you knew it he took your chin in with his hand and brought your lips to his. Toru's lips were on yours, he took control as he slowly moved his lips against yours. Blood rushed throughout your body when you felt his downy lips against yours. The kiss itself wasn’t rough nor forced, it felt like he was taking his time with you.
Your mind was filled with a million thoughts, he had left you in a trance of questions when he pulled apart from you. For the first time in six months, you thought that things were moving in the right direction. He kissed you, which meant he wanted to be in a relationship with you. The brightest smile appears on your face as you thought it. You had finally got the guy of your dreams.
His head rested against yours, his eyes hung low. He continued to rub your cheek with his thumb. “(Y/N), we can’t be together.”
“I know that.”
The muscles in your face that contracted to hold your smile in place began to fall. With every bone in your body, you tried to fight the urge not to frown. Weakness was something that you hated to show, and Vulnerability, was also something you hated to show, but with him you always got vulnerable.
“(Y/N), we can’t be together.”
You laughed, “I know.” Your smile was twice as big as it was before. Internally you were slowly breaking down one by one. At first, you wanted to curse him for leading you on, but how could you curse him for something that you participated in him? You kissed him back, you could have easily told him no but you didn’t.
“It's not you, it’s me. I’m not ready for a relationship right now. Trust and believe me, I want to be with you but I can’t give you all of me right now.”
“I’m not ready for a relationship either.”
His face softened, “Are you just saying that because I said that, or do you really not want a relationship?”
“No, I’m serious it’s all me.” You could feel your heart tightening in your chest, with all the willpower you had you tried to fight the tears that were surfacing. That stupid mind of yours portrayed a future life when he. Friends don’t kiss one another…FRIENDS DON’T KISS ONE ANOTHER!!! He kissed you, he made you believe that the two of you could become something only for him to shut you down. Hurt wasn’t the word, you felt betrayed. This was unfair…so unfair.
“Maybe we should get you home.”
“Yeah.”
On the way home, he kept explaining why he could not be in a relationship with you. You didn’t listen to him, your mind was too busy having a war within itself. Every chance Toru would ask how you feel or what was going through your brain. He kept antagonizing you with questions trying to pick through your heads. Too many emotions were surging through your body to answer any of his questions.
“Do you feel any different?” He quietly asked, you shook your head no. Too afraid to speak, you looked out of the window of his car. Everything that you had ever wanted was shot to the ground by him.
“The reason why I don’t acknowledge you or text you a lot is that I'll get attached. I know I can’t give you all of me right now.”
THEN WHY DID YOU KISS ME!?
“That’s understandable.”
You sighed, you knew you weren’t in your right head space so why try to talk to him when everything in your head was cloudy? Every action doesn’t need a reaction, you know. But that still doesn’t give him a right to play with your emotions. He had no right but then again it was your fault just as much as his…or was it. Who knows, the only thing you knew was that you needed to get out of his car for some fresh air.
“Goodnight Toru, I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”
He nodded his head himself, honestly, you both were so conflicted with your emotions that the best thing you could do was leave and talk in the morning. That’s if you wanted to talk to him.
summary: Akaashi has cold feet the night before the wedding.
warning: angst. NOT FLUFF. mild curse words
w/c: 1.2
a/n: i’m back after 7 months!! :)
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You sat downstairs on the couch of your rented home, your scheduled wedding booklet was placed directly in front of you. The music of your first dance played gently in the background, you hummed along with it while you tapped your feet to the correct dance moves. Tomorrow was your big day, your fiance was on the other side of the house. It was big enough for the 5 families to stay in, you found yourself sneaking into the bridal room to sneak glances at your wedding dress. Everything was perfect, according to the booklet that was in your hands the day was going to go by smoothly. In less than 24 hours you’d be married to the love of your life.
A shuffling of feet distracted you from the admiration of your wedding dress, your best friend stood there in her pajamas watching you watch your dress. “Hey (Y/N), Akaashi-san is at the door.”
“Keiji? Why is he here? He’s not supposed to see me before the wedding day.”
Your friend fiddled with her fingers, she was clearly nervous which made you nervous. She motioned for you to follow her out of the room, you held your booklet close to your chest. Slowly you uncrossed your legs from underneath your bottom, your friend looked just as scared as you. As much as you wanted to ask her what was wrong you didn’t.
She led you to the door where your husband stood against the frame, he was looking down at the Rolex that you brought him as a wedding gift. She eased her way past him notifying him with her shoulder that you were present.
Akaashi stood up straight, his hands went directly into his pockets.“Hey.” You noticed that he was wearing the same clothes from the rehearsal today, it was going on at 12 in the morning and he still wasn’t ready for bed. His hair was sticking in every direction, his fingers were cracking from all the picking he was doing to them.
“Hi.” You know had his full attention or at least you thought. His face was glued to you but his eyes were looking in a direction but yours.“Are you having trouble writing your vows?” Gently you tapped your book against his chest, it was the same book that you had been writing your vows in for the last two months.
He laughed, “ I actually have not started, that’s pretty slack of me.” Your fiance sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. Your smile soon started to fade, deep down you knew something was wrong. Not once since you’ve looked at Keiji as he looked at you back? Not once did he show any joy about the wedding tomorrow. No affections, not even a small wave of acknowledging that his future wife was in his presence.
He soon struck up a conversation about the wedding tomorrow. It was clear as day that he was ignoring the elephant in the room. As he talked he waved his hands around. Each word he said went in one ear and out the other, a shell shock feeling consumed you. He was not the same, something was up but he was hiding it behind the pointless stories about the wedding. The more his hands swayed in the air the more attracted you were to them.
The booklet fell to the floor, and with both hands, you grabbed Keiji’s left hand. His engagement ring was not there. “Where’s your wedding ring?” You blurted out, it wasn’t a secret that you were dramatic. However in this situation, you could care less, you turned his hand over numerous times to make sure your eyes weren’t playing games on you. Slowly he retracted his hand from your grip, his hand found its way into his khakis pants. The dark emerald black ring was pulled out. You brought him that ring. You wanted everyone to know that he was your future husband. On the inside of the ring is where both of your initials were engraved inside.
Keiji grabbed your hand, placing the ring in the center of your palm then closed your fingers to keep it safe. “I don’t deserve this or you. I’m sorry (Y/N), I wish I would’ve felt this way sooner and none of this would’ve happened.”
“No” You shook your head violently. “No Keiji, you’re joking, you love me.” Your body shook from the shock of his words. You knew where this was going but you couldn’t bring yourself to actually acknowledge it. With the ends of your shirt, you wiped the tears away from your cheek. He stood there like a statue with no remorse for his actions. Taking a deep breath you pushed yourself away from him. “I wish you would've never felt this way at all.”
“Marriage is a huge commitment, it should be with someone you truly love. I can’t bring myself to lie to you anymore, I don’t love you the way you love me.” Keji looked away from you, “It truly breaks my heart to say those words because you’re a wonderful woman.”
He brought your head in with his two hands, tenderly he placed a kiss on your forehead. “I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me.”
“If I’m so wonderful then why don’t you love me?” Your words were muffled by your hands, everything was starting to become overwhelming. The man that you thought was your everything was now proving to you that love was not real. Everything is complete bullshit, you were too busy living in a fantasy world to realize it.
“I do love you, but I’m not in love with you. I see how in love everyone else is while I look at you and realize that I don’t look at you the same way. Tell me you don’t feel it? Look at how your dad looks at your mom and ask yourself if I look at you the same way” He looked away sighing, Keiji reached out for your hands. Swiftly you moved from far away from you, you actually moved your entire body away from him.
His eyes pleaded with you, the way he moved around the room to get to go was starting to piss you off. Every step you took he took one towards you. “Please don’t be mad at me.” He finally stopped chasing after you once he realized that you were not in the mood or his presence.
Keiji has had this on his mind for months, he would stay up for hours contemplating how he should tell you. He wanted to go through with the wedding, he told himself that he could wait at least a year and then divorce you. However, seeing you walk around with the biggest smile on your face he knew that he could never do such a thing to you.
“I just didn’t want to break your heart (Y/N)”
“Were you ever in love with me?”
“Once but I…I don’t know (Y/N).”
“In your hesitation, I already found my answer.” It was a simple question yet that question drained you more than the conversion itself. Honestly, it was hard to depict what was more heartbreaking. Him admitting that he wasn’t in love with you or him admitting it the night of your wedding. With one final look, you opened the door for your now ex-husband. “You can let yourself out and make sure you tell the guest that the wedding is off.”
He understood with a small head nod. Keiji walked out the door without saying another word. With your back against the closed door, his ring and the booklet stared at you from the floor.
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summary: Akaashi comes home drunk for the first time after going out with his old teammates.
warnings: a few curse words
w/c: 754
a/n: this is just a short story to put out. i want to get back in the grove of writing for akaashi :)
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“(Y/N)! Your husband is fucked!” Konoha slurred out, it was clear as day that your husband was drunk. Bokuto and Komi were holding him by his arms, his feet dragged against the floor with each step they took. Bokuto was back in town, the old teammates hadn’t seen one another in years. Akaashi hasn’t seen Bokuto in one year and 6 months. He kept in his calendar, Bokuto had a free week so he decided to take the boys out for drinks and clearly, Akaashi had one too many.
Akaashi looked up at you, his cheeks were rosy and his eyes were all out of focus, “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to get drunk.”
You laughed, you could barely make out the words he was saying.“It’s okay, you had fun.”
“Do you want him or do you need us to put him in the bed?” Komi asked, he was struggling to hold your husband’s dead weight up, although he wasn’t muscular like Bokuto, he had some height to him.
“I got him, are you guys okay to drive, or do you need to spend the night?” You fixed your gaze to Konoha, he was the drunkest of them all. Unlike Akaashi he could actually hold himself up, but he couldn’t walk straight. He kept bumping into your wall.
“Komi here is our designated driver.” Konoha gave him a hard slap on the back, he roughly brung the man into a loving hug. Komi pushed him, he apologized for Konhoa’s behavior then kicked out of your front door uttering a few curse words at the blonde-haired man.
Bokuto placed your husband in your arms, you gladly accepted him. He was quite heavy but you somehow managed to hold him up. His arms were around your waist, his face was in your neck. You could practically smell the alcohol on his breath. “Tell Akaashi I’ll come by in the morning to see him before I leave.”
“He’s going to miss you, ya know.”
Bokuto chuckled, “I think I miss him more than he misses me. There’s not a minute where I’m not thinking about him.”
You rubbed your husband’s back hoping that he was hearing this, “ “Thanks Bokuto-san. I’m sure he hears you… Can you lock the door on the way out?”
With the last goodbye, Bokuto left your house. You drug your drunk husband to the best of your ability in your shared room. He flopped down on the bed, his arms out to his side, his eyes closed. You started to undress him, it was already going on 3 in the morning. The quicker you got it done the quicker you could go back to sleep.
“Whoa, Whoa, women,” He shot up in the bed removing your hands away from the button of his pants. He looked at you, his eyebrows clenched with anger. “I have a wife.” He slurred out, he threw your hands away from his pants.
You let out a shaky breath, it was a relieving feeling, you thought you had done something wrong.
“Keiji you’re not at the bar anymore, you’re home. I’m your wife.” He looked around the room, his eyes landing on you. With his shaky hand he turned on your lamp beside your bed, his eyes lit up when he saw you.
He smirked, laying back on his elbows, “Oh, hey sexy.”
You giggled, “You are a lot bolder when you’re drunk.”
He pointed to his mouth, “I can’t control it.”
You shook your head, you helped him out of his jeans and shirt. You stripped him down to his boxers. He was already snoring and you were far from done with him
Forcefully you woke him up, you made him eat bread and drink a little water. He put up a fight but he didn’t win it.
“Go to sleep, Akaashi.”
You were now in bed with your back turned from him. He pulled you by your waist, your back was met with his chest and your butt with his clothed dick, he snuggled into your body getting comfortable.“I love you so much. I wouldn’t trade you for any other woman.” He whispered in your ear, “I can’t wait for us to have a family of our own.”
“Mhmm go to sleep Keiji.”
“Okay baby, I love you.” His face found its way in your neck, his breath tickled you making it hard to go to sleep. Although the last thing you wanted to do was sleep, you were too afraid he might have alcohol poisoning. He was never the one to drink, he never got drunk before at least, not to your knowledge.
“I love you too. Good Night.”
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2. “if anyone ever tells you they’re interested in you beyond getting laid, they’re a fucking liar.”
3. “i’m not yours. don’t call me yours.”
4.“you know what? fuck you.”
4. “i cheated. many, many times. and i regret absolutely nothing.”
5. “please, don’t shut me out.”
6. “you’re not okay! stop telling me you’re okay!”
7. “are you bleeding?”
8. “just go.” “but-“ “leave, now!”
9. “did you ever realize that you were hurting me? or did you just not care?”
10. “oh my god, what the hell are you doing here?”
11 “you aren’t the person i fell in love with years ago.”
12. “we should take a break.”
13. “how could anyone ever love you?”
14. “i don’t believe you. not one bit.”
15. “you lying piece of shit!”
16. “what happened to us? really, what the fuck happened?”
17. “they’re dead.”
18. “i want you out of my house. right now.”
19. “i’m exhausted.”
20. “you were supposed to be there for me. and you weren’t. you weren’t there.”
21. “i never wanna see you again.”
22. “if you ever think about calling me again, don’t.”
23. “i’m disappointed. really.”
24. “who? ..wait, you’re talking about [name]? honey, they died a couple months ago.”
25“you’re amazing, really. but i love them. not you.”
26“you are the most inconvenient person ever.”
27“frankly, i don’t give a fuck.”
28“do you have to be such a damn nuisance?”
29“don’t look at me like that.” “like what?” “like you care about me.”
30“it was so incredibly easy to manipulate you.”
31“i always wondered why you chose me.. now, i know. it was all a lie.”
32“no, there is no second chance! you lost every single chance with me when you thought of our relationship as a fucking bet!”
33“don’t think for one second that i ever cared about you. you’d be lying to yourself.”
34“please, even if you’re lying, just tell me you love me.”
35“i’d rather die than look at you for another second.”
36“don’t you have somewhere to be? other people to fuck? or do you only do that when you’re in a relationship—“
37“when will you get the hint? i don’t fucking like you!”
38“you aren’t coming back, are you?”
39“it’s been a year since they died, and it still feels the same. like i’m being suffocated.”
40“god, no wonder your ex-partner left you.”
41“i didn’t think you’d be the one to break my heart.”
42“i’m not the type of person you should fall in love with.”
43“if you walk out of that door, i’ll hate you for as long as i live.”
44“i wonder why people care about you when you’re not worth the stress.”
45“don’t come any closer.”
46“i only have a couple days left.”
47“you didn’t mean that, right? right?”
48“how many times do you expect me to forgive you?”
49“ i wish i'd known when you were born that you were going to betray me like this. ”
50“ i never expected this from you. ”
51“ have you hit your head? ”
52“ are you in your senses? ”
53“ are you doing drugs? ”
54“ what have i done to deserve this? ”
55“ i raised you like my own child and this is how you pay me back? ”
56“ why would you betray us like this? ”
57“ you've disgraced me. ”
58“ our reputation will be ruined. ”
59“ we're going to be the next talk of town. ”
60“ you will make a fool out of us. ”
61“ you have made a fool out of us. ”
62“ have you no respect for us? ”
63“ we expressly forbade you . ”
64“ i'm so disgusted i can't even — ”
65“ you will cut all ties with her . ”
66“ no more. you will stop this now, you will stop meeting with her. ”
67“you don’t have to tell me. but if you do decide you want to, i’ll be here.”
68“you’re being way too nice to me.”
69“relax, i won’t hurt you.”
70“i had to clean up your mess. again.”
71"you can't expect me to apologize."
72“Why can’t you just learn to let the fuck go.”
73“Did it over occur to you that I never wanted this to begin with?”
74“Why can’t you just look at me for one god damn second!”
75“Let go of my hand.”
76“I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
77“Why are you — saying all these things —”
78“You know what? I was wrong. You never really meant anything to me. You’re broken, you’re beyond fixing, you’re not something I want to take the time to handle. Simple as that.”
79“You’re a god damn mistake, that’s what you are.”
80“I never wanted anything to do with you to begin with.”
81“This, us, was a fucking mistake and I should have known the second things went further than planned.”
82“I can’t do this anymore.”
83“I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”
84“If anything, you were a fucking waste of time.”
85“I just don’t feel anything anymore.”
86“Looking at you I see nothing but something I need to put an end to.”
87“Oh? Really? You thought we had a future? What gave you that idea.”
88“Is this even going anywhere?”
89“Why can’t we just talk about it —”
90“Does it ever occur to you that I am done talking? That I am done with reflecting upon my words and action? Can’t you just take a fucking hint that I’m done with you? I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”
91“We’re through. I don’t want to do this anymore.”
92“You were broken to begin with.”
93“I don’t need, or want help, what I want is for you to get the fuck away from me.”
94“You’re damaged goods and I can’t find the patience to take on you as a project.”
95“I just wanted you to love me.”
96“Don’t you dare touch me”
97“You let them do this to me!”
98“You don’t deserve this pain”
99“Why don’t you go crying to them then, huh? That’s what you did last time”
100“I can’t kiss you knowing that they kissed you too”
101. “Leave”
102. “I told you to stay away from me”
103. “I can’t believe you forgot”
104. “All you care about is yourself”
105 “I thought I told you to never come back here”
106 “I can’t even look at you”
107 “This is what your selfishness did!”
108 “You are evil, cruel, foul and you break everything you touch”
109 “It’s okay if you don’t blame yourself because I sure do”
110 “Please don’t leave me here”
111 “Every time I try to fix something I just make it worse”
112“I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”
113 “You really don’t get it, do you?”
114 "No! You said you wouldn't do it, and yet here we are!"
115. “tell me, which part of me wasn’t enough?”
116. “their blood’s on your hands, even if you can’t see it. and you can never wash it off.”
117. “i’m sorry i’m not what you signed up for.”
118. “I’m not worth it”
119. "Well done. You've officially pushed away everyone that's ever given a fuck about you."
120. “When did you stop loving me?”
121. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”
122. “How did things go so wrong?”
123. “When did things fall apart?”
124. “Which part of me wasn’t enough?”
125. “How do I make you love me again?”
126. “Please answer me.”
127 “Nothing ever goes right!”
128 “Why do you have to ruin everything?!”
129 “Why do you hate me so much?”
130 “Things will be better this way.”
131. “I swear to god if you jump-”
132 “I trusted you.”
133“I never thought this would happen.”
134 “This is all my fault.”
135. “You’re supposed to be yelling at me! And… and hitting me! Why aren’t you doing that?!”
136. “The body is what gets us caught”
137. “I’m not flipping a coin to decide whether or not I go to jail tonight.”
138. “That’s not on me, it’s on you.”
139. “I’m not the person you think I am. And I can’t tell you what that means or what I’ve done.”
140. “What did you do to him?”
141. “And that makes it okay?”
142. “Are you afraid to die?”
143. “What would you do if I didn’t come back?”
144. “I just wanted a family.”
145. “So pick. Who do you hate more? Me or the man who killed your father?”
146. “Can you really blame me?”
147 “How could you do this?”
148 “Can you be the one to do it?”
149. “Does this mean what I think it means?”
150. “Are you leaving?”
151. “How do we fix this?”
152 “Would you hate me?”
153 “Do you want to die?”
154“How many more innocent people have to die?”
155 “Can you promise me no one else has to get hurt?”
156. “ stop doing that— stop trying to hide your emotions from me. ”
157 “ i can’t make you trust me. but i’m gonna stick around long enough for you to realize you can. ”
158 “Don’t just run off like that, you scared me.”
159 “ not everyone is just gonna become another scar. some people will stay, if you let them. ”
160. “ i feel like i’ve been living in a storm for so long, like i’m just drifting from wave or wave hoping i won’t drown. ”
161 “ what happened to you? what made you so scared to stay still long enough to let someone in? ”
162 “ i don’t wanna be scared anymore. ”
163 “Admitting that I’m right is always a good option.”
164 “ even when you smile, your eyes are still sad. ”
165 “ you’re safe with me. you can let go. breathe. ”
166“ every time i touch you, there’s a moment where you look like you think it will hurt. ”
167 “ why aren’t you scared of me? ”
168. “ you’d accept a caress from the same hands that leave you bruised, just to feel warm. ”
169. “ i’ll kill anyone that makes you hurt like that again. i’d kill them just for taking your smile. ”
170. “ i want to keep you all to myself. i don’t want anyone but us to know the things we do in secret. ”
171. “ yes. i killed them— but i did it for you. ”
172.“ i had to do it. no one gets to make you sad and get away with it. ”
173 “It’s too early to get up. Let’s stay a little longer.”
174"Hey wait a minute, is- is that blood?"
175“i think i’m depressed but who knows.”
176 “I thought you were better than this.”
177 “Please come home.”
178 “I wish I didn’t miss you anymore.”
179 “Did you ever really care for me?”
180 “Was there a time when you weren’t laughing at me on the inside? You lied the whole time..”
181 “Liar! How could do you this do me?”
182. “I spent every day thinking about you..”
183. “Did you really have to do that to me?”
184. “How do you expect me to forget what you’ve done!”
185. “You need a break from all that work. Come lay down.”
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