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ackermonie · 5 months

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in a perfect world, you and satoru would get married. you would move into a bigger house, big enough for megumi and tsumiki and yuji and nobara and all the kids you wish you could just hide from the cruelty of this world. you would even have children of your own, away from the gojo clan and their obsession of who is going to inherit the six eyes next.

you always dreamt of a big kitchen with lots of natural sunlight. somewhere far, far away, somewhere you can properly take care of satoru in the way he deserves.

sometimes if your mind drifts far enough, you could almost taste how that feels. you could almost feel the sun on your skin, hear the voices of innocent laughter and running feet echo through the warmth of your home…

but this isn't a perfect world.

in this world, you just happen to be staring at the face-down pregnancy test on the counter. you are bent over on the sink, elbows planted on the counter, and you let your chin hit your chest. breathing is an impossible task.

it’s cold, dull as the worst of knives.

october 31st. you were supposed to be getting ready for the impromptu Halloween party everyone just decided to throw. but once again, since this is far, far away from the world you wish you lived in, you're right here, in one of jujutsu tech's bathrooms with a ticking time bomb within a hand's reach.

"it's probably nothing," shoko puffs out the smoke in her lungs one last time before stomping on her cigarette. "you said you always use protection. I don't think either of you would joke around about something like this."

"my period is four fucking weeks late." you mutter out, yanking on your hair in frustration. "a whole month. this never happened before."

you've been trying to ignore it for weeks, convincing yourself it's just the stress of everything that's going on; it happened before. a couple of weeks and you'd wake up to your uterus being angry at you again, but your breasts grow sorer. you grow cranky and angry and emotional, but you discarded this as another symptom of stress.

four weeks is a little too long.

shoko is quite worried herself, but she can't join your little panic attack. she's the only one you decided to trust with this, and as nonchalant as she usually is, seeing you in such a situation stirred something inside her.

even more so when she has just received a text that summons all hands on deck in shibuya. a text she's sure you're yet to see. a text she shouldn't be showing you until this situation is handled first.

"let's just see it," she steps forwards, a hand on your back for comfort. "whatever the result is."

"i can't have a fucking baby right now."

shoko's hand raises to your nape, giving you a comforting squeeze. she bends down to your level. you look at her.

"we can always get rid of it."

something twists in your chest at the thought, but it seems that this could be the only possible solution for such a situation. you can even do it without telling satoru, since he's been quite busy recently. this would only burden him even more.

"yeah," you nod, looking back down at the sink again. the thought is still running in your brain as you straighten up. you run a hand down your face, shaking your head as if to shake away the anxiety, and you finally reach for the test.

shoko watches as you pause. your chest heaves as you attempt to take deeper breaths, and before she can blink one more time, the test is in your hands.

the bathroom door opens, grabbing only shoko's attention.

"apologies, ladies," nanami's deep voice seems to echo in the breathless bathroom. "we need to go." he takes a step in hesitantly, gaze switching from shoko to your stiff frame. "something is happening in shibuya."

his words fail to be registered by your brain for a while. it takes you all your might to keep standing.

"fuck," you let out breathily.

shoko reaches for the stick in your hand, her stomach twisting at the little + sign on display.

she sighs. "fuck."

"what the hell is going on?" nanami advances towards you two, unable to locate the source of stress in the bathroom until shoko turns around, test in hand.

he stops in his tracks.

"i'm pregnant."

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more?

#ackermonie writes #i think im gonna make more parts of this soon #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk fluff #jjk #jjk angsr #gojo angst #gojo x reader angst #hurt/ no comfort #ft. nanami #ft shoko

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ultralightpoe · 3 months

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House of the Dragon Masterlist

Updated House of the Dragon Masterlist, all the links should be working now. (Ps. it's mostly Aemond)

You can find my MAIN Masterlist here.

Last Updated: 3-28-24

"Exhausting, wasn't it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness. But now they see you as you are."

-ALL WRITING IS AT A PAUSE BUT REQUESTS ARE OPEN!-

-Aemond Targaryen-

Blood of My Blood - - Part 2 - - Part 3 - - {Finished ;) }

Kin of Mine - - Part 2 - -

Salt The Earth Behind You - - And Let The Blood Bind You

Mistaken Hatred

Silent Heartbreaks

The Marriage

The Deal

Willing

Nightmares

The Court - - The Absinthe

Did You Hear The Rain?

You Might Be Sleeping

The Summoning

Love Story

Dancing With Your Ghost

Everyone I Love Is Dead

Tear You Apart

Me & The Devil

The Great War (Midnights Album Event)

All Hallows Eve (2023 Halloween Event)

Rubies Hidden With Blood

-Daemon Targaryen-

Simplicity of the Winds

-Rhaenyra Targaryen-

Faith in the Sword

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kyufessions · 1 year

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Photo Development

synopsis: your long lost love, choi beomgyu

pairings: lover! beomgyu x g.n. reader

a/n: taken place in the 90’s. inspired by a movie i just watched tonight. this is shitty but i haven’t put anything out in a bit so here this is. enjoy ~

general taglist: @jwnghyuns

fiddling the faded, yellowing picture between your fingertips brought a crooked smile to your face. tears were threatening to fall from your eyes as you reminisced on that day with him, your throat tightening as you took in a sharp breath in an attempt to regulate your breathing.

“stop moving so much so i can take the picture!” he yelled in a playful tone, squinting his eyes to peak into the lense of the camera. he watched as you rolled your eyes at him, sticking your tongue out in his direction as you wiggles your toes in the hot sand.

“it’s not my fault the sand’s burning my feet, take the damn picture already!” you yelled back, watching as his lips contorted into his usual brightening smile.

when he stood up tall you ran back over to his spot under the growing tree in the grass, smacking his arm lightly as you snatched up your water bottle to take a sip. he watched you closely with spilling admiration; the way you did everything looking effortlessly beautiful always left him speechless. before you could protest, he snaps a picture of you gulping down water under the setting summer sun. your eyes immediately dart to his, glaring at him as you attempted to hold back a smile.

as soon as you put down your bottled water, you were dragged by beomgyu towards the sand. whines and protests didn’t work on him, instead just made him work faster at setting up the camera to take a picture of you both together. if there had been anyone on that beach that night, they would’ve seen two people who were falling deeply for one another- both oblivious to that fact. your giggles were music to his ears, your refusal for another photo being drowned out by the crashing waves that were decreasing in temperature by the minute.

“we need at least one together!” he said, wrapping his arms around you from behind as he counted down.

you grumbled under your breath, putting up with his antics just for one more photo. when the flash went off, his arms wriggled from around your waist so he could go back to the camera for one last photo.

“gyu, come on i’m hungry-“

“it’s the last one, i promise.” he swore as he ran back to you, kneeling a bit as he stood in front of you with his back turned. “now come on, jump on my back.”

doing as instructed, you jumped on his back and wrapped your legs around his waist. your arms found their way around his neck, draping them lazily as his arms kept a strong grip on your thighs. genuine laughter was shared between the two of you in that moment, neither of you wanting to admit how you never wanted the moment to end.

later that night, you both were in his parents' film developing room under the minimal lighting. you watched closely as beomgyu instructed you how to soak the photos into the water, admiring how passionate his voice sounded as he thoroughly explained everything to you with simplicity. the way his hands were larger than your own made your heart flutter immensely, and his body practically hovering over yours didn’t help in the slightest as you assumed he could hear your heartbeat if it didn’t leap out of your chest soon.

“why are your hands so big for?” you joked as you finished soaking a photo, getting ready to set it aside to dry off.

“to be able to hold yours, duh. what else?” he replied, making your heart rate quicken as the words poured from his mouth.

you looked up at him, letting out a sarcastic laugh to hide your apparent flustered appearance that beomgyu could easily make out under the dimly lit red lights. “smooth move, gyu.”

his hand gradually moved to your cheek, cupping it gently and rubbing his thumb on the apple of your cheek. as you melted into his touch, you brought your hand up to his and placed your fingers between his. smiling up at him lovingly.

“you’re so fucking beautiful.” beomgyu mumbled, placing his forehead against yours with a cheeky smile.

as his lips found yours, you felt sparks flying between you two (as cheesy as it sounded). the way they moved in sync with one another as if they had been missing one another like a missing puzzle piece made everything feel even more right. even though kissing in his parents' development room might seem weird to most, to you both it felt just right.

a single tear escaped your eye at the memory, the salty droplet falling onto the smiling face of your lover. as much as you wanted to look back on memories with beomgyu with a smile on your face, the frown teasing the corner of your lips were telling a different story. it’s been seventeen years and still no letter from him as promised. no post card, no email, not even a text to your old flip phone you still kept just in case in the bottom of your nightstand.

after that summer, beomgyu had to leave to live with grandparents in the states. he promised to page you everyday, to email you about his day, and even sent letters with photos every so often. they’d be of his pet bird, a lot of himself, and some of the scenery he encountered daily. you did the exact same, promising to make it into NYU so you both can attend the same college together.

but a month before you were supposed to graduate high school after being informed of your full ride scholarship, the emails stopped along with the pages and text messages to your flip phone. you had a whole speech prepared for when you would see him on campus, but you never did. it was almost like he fell off the face of the earth- like he was a figment of your imagination.

you tried moving on, but at thirty-two you still can’t seem to do so. you’ve tried dating, even been on blind dates set up by your friends and even family. but when none of them treated you how beomgyu used to, you automatically shut it down before it can go any further. they forgot your favorite ice cream flavor? beomgyu’s never did, not even after your first date. they forgot you had a younger brother? beomgyu never forgot, even brought him little knick knacks from time to time. no one compared to beomgyu, seventeen years later and you still knew this. now you were just left wondering when you’d finally let him go.

#kyufessions txt #txt #tomorrow x tomorrow #tomorrow x together beomgyu #txt beomgyu #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu angsr #beomgyu fluff #txt fluff #txt angst

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tiramis-hoon · 1 year

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KICK IT ! - PEDO ALERT‼️

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synopsis — as if moving country wasn't hard enough, jeon y/n now has to find balance between her school life and trying to keep it together in taekwondo. so what happens when a boy breaks into her hectic life without warning?

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a/n↷ i find it funny how i hate miscommunication tropes and yet i'm writing one right now (btw kick it! should be on a better schedule now)

taglist: @ghostfacd @haknom @aki1e @wonz4u @luvistqrzzz @hafsa-hoofsa-heefs

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marenwithanm · 2 years

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i would love to hear the minish cap bad ending thoughts

Ok ok ok

I don't know how much you know about Minish Cap's bad ending, so I'll just give a bunch of context. Basically, Zelda's turned into a statue and Vaati is draining her life force to become more powerful. But uh oh, that'll kill her so Links gotta get to the top of the tower before the third chime of a bell. Problem is, he's gotta fight a lot of enemies, including one black and two red darknuts (the hardest fricken enemies in the game oh my gosh dude). The bad ending can happen when you take too long to beat these darknuts. It doesn't have much to it, it just shows you this screen and then game over

However, the idea of a bad ending is just too good to leave to that! So let's say Link gets there just barely too late and the third bell rings right as he gets to the roof. Vaati's already incredibly difficult boss fight gets even harder when he's got the power of totally-not-the-triforce on his side. Link manages to scrape by, and once he kills Vaati once and for all, the magic wish granting cap that Ezlo made is left behind.

Link wants to use it to save Zelda, but Ezlo explains that it can't perform miracles like bringing people back to life (in the actual ending it does just that, but that's because Zelda is the one using it and she's got the triforce to augment it's power). The castle is left in shambles, and Ezlo restores it with the power of the hat before he has to return to the minish village.

Zelda's statue gets moved up to the roof of the castle. It's where she lost her life, but it's also where she can watch over everyone with her forever unblinking eyes. The townsfolk leave presents at her feet like you would at a grave. The shoemaker leaves her a pair of pegasus boots, fresh bread is left from the bakery, and the children she went to school with leave kinestones by her side. One particular gift stands out above the rest though. A shield, peculiar in is smallness but clearly well used. It's the one from the beginning of the game, the one that failed to protect her from this fate in the first place.

Aaaaanyways, if you guys want some extra angst, listen to Tree on the Hill from the Percy Jackson Musical with this in mind and cry with me lol

#alternatively i like to imagine Zelda being the thing that holds the four sword and the seal on vaati in place #thats some fun uh #carries on throughout multiple generations type angsr #fr tho i am tryna make an animatic for tree on the hill with this idea and its 😭#minish cap #minish cap bad ending #loz #legend of zelda #ask #major character death

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vanillaxoshi · 2 months

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Love that you're basically a safe space for angsty setuplet (specifically cahaya for some reason) enjoyers

But then on the other side you have platonic solfang enjoyers 😭

the range is incredible

Well knowing i focus on cahaya angsr a bunch, it makes sense but yeah letz goooo

#xoshi answers

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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😀😀😀😀 hi...

Angsr just angst l...

What if... their SO have to sacrife themselves to keep them and the rest of the crew safe???

Mighty nien. Hopefully you have not done anything like this 😅❤❤

Ouch 😀🥲🥺😭💔❤️‍🩹 will do

Caleb - there were too many encounters of you taking a hit for him that scared Caleb half to death. When Lucien’s wings tried to kill him and Jester, and when Trent tried to unleash one last attack before his fall. And each and every time he begged for you to pull through, he could hear you whispering his name on your lips. A promise that you would be back for him

Jester - Lucien’s spiked wings were too close to her, and when you shielded the tiefling away from them, you felt them go through you. The shrieking screams alerted every one else to rush to your aid and defense with her dragging you away. A chorus of “why’s??” flood your ears before you weakly smirk at her. “Had to protect my Jessie…”

Fjord - an agent of Uk’otoa tried to make quick work of your orc warlock but you interfered. You held your own for a good while until the bastard played dirty and the blade found you. In a flash, the assailant is taken down by Caleb and Fjord rushes you to safety; broken words in that beautiful accent you adore begging you

Cadeuces - the aftermath from Nott’s exploding arrows was chaotic, but you protected him from the hit instead. He caught you before you could fall to the ground. The calm façade melted away as he desperately chastised you for being so foolish

Beau and Yasha - the Laughing Hand and Obann’s influence took its hold on Yasha as she raged out at you and Beau. The broadsword never fully pierces you, but you’re still wounded in trying to protect Beau. After Yasha’s charm is lifted from her, you welcome her freely and openly.

Essek - he knew his feelings for you and Caleb were compromised. The moment he knew what he wanted was when you shelled him away from Gaudius’s charm. But before you could do something that you’d regret, it’s dispelled from you

Nott - while she was occupied, you insisted on taking a look at the lockboxes. When you pass from the effects of the Power Word Kill, her heart sinks as she calls for Caleb and Jester, never letting her grip on your hand

Mollymauk - the blade meant for him found it’s way to you instead. In a rage, he make quick work of Laslow and then rushed to your side. Jester had never heard him scream like that before, for her to heal you, as your eyes flickered

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sulkyshot · 16 days

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/32641474/chapters/80971126

Another jeongcheol and thriller?

It was good loved the plotwitsts and the realistic ish scary aspect of how severe situations can be.

I always liked those like ppl out to get famous ppl trope thing cos 1.angsr 2. I love finding out how different writers show how they'll fix it or if it'll be fixed at all

This one was crazy cos I couldn't even figure who it was until it was revealed, the plot was well paced I think personally, it didn't get boring which a big yoppie

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iwillbesadtomorrow · 8 months

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not really proud of this one tbh, i only tried to draw the pose but of course as an angsr artist i drew more, this pieace is hot grabage, the only reason i am posting it is 1# i wnat to post on tumblr all art i make 2# maybe its going to be good for school and the final one 3# that i am here just posting art for myself not for others so i am going to post a shitty piece anyway.

#art #digital art

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justablah56 · 9 months

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tayloe angst im mainly thinkinh abour that au but argh i always wanr taylor angsr forever im hungrt for ir i eat jt

so real , I love Taylor angst <333 Taylor angst is like a girlfriend to me , I love him <33

#i just love reading angsty shit for characters that get next to zero angst in canon #i be like is anyone gonna fuck that guy up emotionally and then scroll through ao3

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lemonsbakery · 1 year

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OOGKHH MY GOD MIZI ROCKED LUKAS SHIT I LOVE ALIEN STAGE OH MY GOD THR ABSOLURE RAGE IN HER EYES THE ANGSR THE SMSJFHJEDJJRRJ ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ LUKA CROSSED THE FUCKING LINE AND HE GOT WHAT HE DESERVED HOLY SHIT I LOBE ALIEN STAAAGEEEEE

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VIVINOS MY FAVORITE FLAVOR OS LESBIAN ANGST🔥🔥‼️

#tw for blood btw #and flashling #lem rambles #I LOVE VIVINOS #SHIT #All of bivinos'work is so fucking besitufl

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mothermara · 2 years

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its funny bc like. i really dislike whump and angst for the sake of angsr but i do end up writing a lot of tragic stories. idk it happens on accident.

#ezzy.txt

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frost-queen · 2 years

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ahhhh i saw that someone had sent in a hargrove request 😭😭 so i get if you don’t want to write another one BUT if you would….. i was wondering if you could write a billy hargrove x younger bio!sister where the two get in a fight about something (you could choose!) just some angst LOL

it’s ok if you don’t want to, thanks either way!! love ur works 😄

Yeah I love doing Billy x sibling one's with angsr none the less, well I'm all for it. ❤💖 thank you for loving my work

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tony-andonuts · 2 months

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Msb i fucking hate hJnbg angsr ossues

#seeing the typos are pissing me off TO NO AVAIL!!!!!!#sobfuncinf angey rn!!!#Ns tht tg ia piING ME OXX EVSN MORE!@!!#and wow thoae last tags piss me off dve. mlre #aa!!!@@#i really wish somewone knww hos ficking angry i am #tiny soesks #OGBMY GIVKINT GOF WHAT TJE FU #so AMGRTY RN!!!!!!!!!@@@@@@@!!!!!#tony speaks

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hihello-pinky · 2 years

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Honestly

After dating for six years, Miya Atsumu is beginning to have reservations about his relationship with Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Atsumu x Sakusa, post timeskip Warnings: one mention of sex, nothing else

Listen to Honestly by Monsta X (Narr. by Sistar's Dasom) while reading. Maybe look up the lyrics after.

Originally posted on AO3. Read below if you don’t want to redirect there haha.

The day Atsumu Miya asked Kiyoomi Sakusa out, he was nervous to the point that he almost puked. He never felt that nervous before; never before a volleyball match, never whenever their parents scolded him and Osamu for staying out late. So, when the curly-haired man agreed to go on a date with him, the relief that washed over Atsumu was as big as an ocean. One date prompted another one and another and another… until one night, after watching a movie about best friends loving each other but never finding the right chance through the years, Sakusa asked Atsumu if he would like to come inside his apartment. Atsumu was elated. Who was he to decline? Thus, the dates escalated to sleepovers and sooner than later, the two made their relationship official. The sound of his phone chiming catches Atsumu’s attention, breaking him out of his trip down memory lane. [ keiji said yes! ] It’s from his brother Osamu. Tonight’s the night he planned to propose to his boyfriend, Akaashi Keiji. Atsumu remembers how his twin had been nervous, afraid that his boyfriend will say no. It’s his brother’s proposal that made him think back on his own relationship in the first place. He quickly typed a response. [ congrats, bro – from the best man (in all aspects) ] Osamu and Akaashi, after meeting shortly after they graduated from college, began dating when they were twenty-five, three years after Atsumu and Kiyoomi became a couple. When his brother had brought the proposal up, Atsumu inwardly sighed. He already knew that their family and friends will start asking him questions. You’re the older twin, aren’t you supposed to get engaged first? You and Kiyoomi are dating longer, are you really not ready to tie the knot yet? Atsumu groans at the thought. He reminds himself that his problem is not about Osamu. It’s Kiyoomi. For, despite dating for the last six years, he can’t see a future with Kiyoomi. He looks at his laptop screen, brightness turned into the lowest setting, afraid that someone might see what he’s Googling: How to break up with your boyfriend of six years? Atsumu cannot remember when he had stopped feeling a rush of emotions whenever Kiyoomi looked at him. He cannot remember the last time he truly felt happy spending time with the man. Hell, even when it came to fucking, his orgasms take too long to come. So here he is, in the living room of the apartment he rented with Kiyoomi, in the middle of the night, searching for ways on how to break up with the man sleeping peacefully in their shared bedroom. He had told Hinata about it but the younger man only shrieked in alarm, saying it’s a mistake, that maybe it’s just a rough patch; he shouldn’t make rash decisions. But rough patches are supposed to be two-sided. Atsumu can tell that Kiyoomi is still stupidly in love with him. But he, he wants to leave. After all, what’s the purpose of staying in a relationship when you’re no longer happy?

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The next morning, the smell of freshly baked toast wakes Atsumu up. He almost sighs; of course, Kiyoomi just had to recreate the first breakfast they had when they moved in together. He takes his sweet time stretching before going to their bathroom and as he sees every day since living with Kiyoomi, his face wash and toothbrush are already waiting to be used. Atsumu smiles at the gesture, trying to search within him the familiar wave of happiness that kept visiting him for months after they began cohabiting. Empty. He can’t feel anything at his boyfriend’s action. He quickly finishes up in the bathroom before going out to meet his boyfriend. “Good morning, sweets,” Kiyoomi greets, bringing a glass of freshly made orange juice to the square table. Atsumu looks at his boyfriend whose arms are open for a hug. When he first met the man, he never thought he’d see this side of him. Kiyoomi Sakusa had been a stoic man and while most days he remains his unbothered self in front of others, Atsumu had crawled his way inside the man’s heart and soul. Kiyoomi Sakusa was a tough shell to crack but Atsumu managed to do it. Maybe now that he’s unraveled everything inside the man who had captured his attention that first time he attended Nationals in his high school year, Atsumu is lost. Still, he moves closer to the man and hugs him back, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “Morning, sweets.” They take their places at the dining table and begin to eat. Kiyoomi rants about a distant relative’s eighteenth birthday that Komori is forcing him to attend. In the past, whenever Kiyoomi tells stories or just rants like how he’s doing right now, Atsumu listens with delight. But now he’s just nodding along. I feel nothing. I feel nothing. I feel nothing when I see you. He doesn’t let the thoughts escape his mouth. Instead, he says, “Osamu finally proposed to Akaashi.” Kiyoomi’s brow perks up in interest. “Bokuto is probably going to throw a fit at practice. Something about how his best friend is all grown up now. Remind me to steer clear from him.” Atsumu almost smiles. He takes a long time to drink from his glass, wondering what his boyfriend must be thinking. Though Kiyoomi has never made anything remotely suggestive about marriage, he knew it must have crossed the curly-haired man’s mind at least once. After all, the man mentioned to him that he dates not for fun. Sakusa Kiyoomi is a man who dates to marry. And what about Atsumu? Sure, he can picture himself as a husband in the future, taking care of kids, just doing whatever the hell husbands and dads like to do. But the thing is, he just can’t find it in his heart to care about it at the moment. There are just too many things to focus on, surely, love can wait, right? “So, when’s the party?” Kiyoomi’s question brings Atsumu back to their table. “What makes you think there’s a party?” The only response of his lover is a “duh” stare and this time, Atsumu actually laughs. “I don’t know yet… maybe next weekend.” “Okay,” Kiyoomi says, “I’ll save the date.” Atsumu doesn’t reply and they finish their breakfast in silence.

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Atsumu is a loud person himself so being teammates with Bokuto is like having a taste of his own medicine on a daily basis. As soon as he entered the gym, the older man goes towards him, his arms wide open. “’Tsumu! Akaashi is getting married!” “I know very well, Bokuto-san,” he replies. “As far as I remember, it’s my brother who asked to marry him.” Bokuto laughs. “I can’t believe it! What gifts should I get them?” Atsumu raises an eyebrow. “There’s no wedding yet, why are you fretting about a gift?” “Well, there is going to be an engagement party, right? I should impress the couple so I’ll be the best man.” “Sorry to break it to you, Bokuto-san, but I think Atsumu is going to be the best man,” Kiyoomi interjects as he passes by the two of them. “Sakusa!” Bokuto whines as he begins walking towards the center of the gym. “There can be two best men!” “Eh?” Hinata joins them. “Then you’re going to be ‘better’ men, not best. Isn’t best a superlative word?” Bokuto makes a face at the bright-haired man. “So now you know your English, Shoyou?” The remark makes them laugh. Atsumu meets Kiyoomi’s eyes. During other times, he would wink at his lover but the moment their eyes meet, Atsumu’s laughter dies down and he awkwardly looks away, missing the confusion on Kiyoomi’s face. Practice was uneventful. Atsumu’s serves are as good as they can be. Sakusa played as great as ever. Ever since they began dating, the two have established that they would act professionally around each other during practices and games. No PDA, no special treatments. So far, the two have succeeded in making their relationship separate from work. Which is why Atsumu is surprised when Meian asks him to stay behind after practice. “What it is, captain?” The older man is sweating and Atsumu feels a little bitter about how he still managed to look good, the beads of sweat only making him manlier. “Are you and Sakusa having problems?” “Huh?” “I don’t know,” Meian says. “I noticed you barely set for him; I can even go as far to say that you’re avoiding him.” Atsumu lets out a shaky laugh. “I don’t know what you want me to say.” “You’re two of the best players of this team,” Meian says matter-of-factly. “I just don’t want your personal relations to get in the way. Whatever issues you’re having, I hope you can work it out.” Maybe it’s the tiredness, maybe it’s the way Meian spoke so kindly, that Atsumu broke. “I’m having thoughts of breaking up with him.” The moment the words leave his mouth, Atsumu wants to take them back. It’s as if saying the words make them real. His captain masks his reaction under a neutral expression. “And why do you want to break up?” Atsumu shrugs. “I just don’t feel anything when I’m with him anymore. No more excitement, no more thrill. I’m starting to get bored.” At that, Meian laughs. “So, because you’re over the honeymoon phase, you want to end things? A relationship is not always rainbows and fun, Atsumu. There will be dull and still days. Have you brought this up to Sakusa?” His only answer is a guilty look, making his captain sigh. “Look, don’t make rash decisions based on your emotions, or lack of it. Think back to what Sakusa and your relationship mean to you.” Atsumu thanks Meian before joining the rest of the team in the lockers. He changes into his spare clothes while Sakusa waited for him, already packed up. Living close to the gym, the two has made it a habit to take showers at home. On the ride home, Atsumu steals glances at his boyfriend and he gets called out for it. “Please focus on the road while driving,” Kiyoomi says while his eyes are focused on his phone. Atsumu clears his throat. “Are you not going to ask me?” “What?” “Why captain asked me to stay behind after today’s practice.” “Is it any of my business?” It’s an innocent question and Atsumu feels guilty because Kiyoomi is right. Whatever problem Atsumu is having, he brought it upon himself. Kiyoomi is only a victim of his indecisiveness. “No,” he replies. Kiyoomi surprises him with a gentle touch on his arm. Atsumu shoots him a look and the man smiles at him. “If you need to talk about anything, you know I’m here, right?” Atsumu nods without saying anything, letting the guilt envelope his heart.

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Osamu looks so happy. As he watches his brother bring up a linked hand with Akaashi in front of the party, Atsumu wonders if that’s how he looks like to other people when he’s happy. It’s been a week since the engagement and as much as he wanted to skip the celebration, he couldn’t come up with an excuse not to attend. So here he was, forcing a smile whenever someone jokingly brings up how he’s next in line to get engaged. As the engaged couple gets whisked around the room by friends and relatives, Atsumu clears his throat, ready to tell Kiyoomi that they should be heading home soon. But before he can say anything, his paternal grandparents take the vacant seats at their table. Atsumu inwardly groans, he’s been avoiding them in particular throughout the evening. “Well, it’s my first grandson and his boyfriend,” his grandfather says with a hint of resentment in his voice. When Atsumu came out to the family, the old man had been angry, saying something about how he’s the first grandson and how he should continue the family lineage. He found it unfair, because the old man had been accepting of Osamu when he came out a year before. Damn expectations about first grandsons. If only Osamu was born seven minutes earlier… Atsumu forces a smile. “Hi, Gramps and Grams. Long time, no see.” “You’re not visiting us anymore, Atsumu,” his grandmother says softly. “I miss you two.” Where his grandfather is resentful, his grandmother is accepting. After all, he has known that his grandfather’s favorite is Osamu while his grandmother favors him a little bit more. He watches as Kiyoomi leans across the table to kiss his grandmother’s cheek. “We’ve been busy these past few months but we’ll make sure to visit once we’re off-season.” A smile at him. “Right, sweets?” “Yes,” he agrees, but he cannot help but hear his Gramps mutter something under his breath. As it turns out, all three of them did not miss it, for his Grams glares at her husband. “Will you stop? You’re being unfair to Atsumu. You’re all supportive towards his brother but you’re acting like this towards him and his boyfriend. Can’t you see how much our grandson is madly in love with Kiyoomi? Should I be honest? Atsumu thinks as he hears the last sentence. Grams, honestly… I’m not sure if I’m still in love with Kiyoomi. He decides to keep his mouth shut as he listens to his Gramps repeat his speech about being the first grandson in the family. Below the table, Atsumu feels Kiyoomi’s hand searching for his. He contemplates distancing his but he remembers Meian’s words from last week. He meets Kiyoomi’s hand and intertwines their fingers together. He feels a squeeze, and he’s surprised how the gesture still manages to calm him, even a little bit. His grandfather’s reply surprises him. “Of course, I can see!” The man lowers voice as he looks straight at Atsumu. “He loves him so much and it’s a slap to my face that my first grandson won’t bring me children that are my blood. Of course, I will soon come to terms that he’s in love with a fellow man. But as long as they’re not married yet, I will keep acting disgruntled.” The old man’s wife giggles and even Kiyoomi tries to stifle a laugh. Atsumu looks around the table. Are his grandfather’s cheeks actually reddening up? In embarrassment? The three then turn their eyes on him. He shrugs. “What can I do? I got Gramps’ hardheadedness so who am I to complain?” That evening, on the drive home, Atsumu gets surprised when Kiyoomi raises a question. “So, your Gramps says he’ll only approve us once we get married.” Atsumu gulps. Should I be honest? “Kiyoomi, honestly–” “’Tsumu,” his lover interrupts him. “I noticed it tonight. You’re uncomfortable whenever someone brings up marriage to you.” He cannot fathom from the voice and tone what the other man is feeling. “And what do you feel about me being uncomfortable?” The question hangs in the air and Atsumu almost gets distracted from driving. He’s about to follow up on it when Kiyoomi finally answers. “Honestly? I’m just trying to convince myself that your discomfort roots from the idea of marriage itself, not the idea of marrying me. You never really told me how you feel about marriage but I know I told you, at the beginning of our relationship, that I only date to marry. “You continued to pursue me, and we’re on our sixth year, going on seven, so it’s either you changed your idea about marriage or you changed your heart about me.” When he doesn’t respond, Kiyoomi laughs – Atsumu’s favorite sound – and says, “Foolish of me to think of that, right? Why am I even doubting your love for me?” Luckily enough, they already arrived at their parking. Atsumu turns the engine off and faces his boyfriend. “Kiyoomi, honestly…” he trails off as he looks at the man and a rush of emotions comes to him. It’s as if he hasn’t really looked at him for a long time now. It’s as if it’s the first time he’s seeing him. Wrapped around Kiyoomi’s right wrist is the beaded bracelet that he had gifted him for their first anniversary. He senses the faint smell of his favorite perfume on the man, and as he looks at the phone that the man is holding, Atsumu’s heart almost jumps. It’s a clear case, with a polaroid of them at the back. Realization dawns upon Atsumu: He cannot bear to lose Sakusa Kiyoomi in his life. The thought alone scares him. Why did he even think of separating with him? He clears his throat as he feels the heat building up behind his eyes. “Honestly, Kiyoomi, I’m the foolish one.” A fool for having thoughts of breaking up with you. A fool for taking you for granted during the past few weeks. A fool… “Atsumu?” His name being called by Kiyoomi’s gentle voice breaks Atsumu out of his thoughts. “Yes?” He receives a confused look. “You were saying you’re the foolish one and then you spaced out.” “Sorry. It’s just… never mind…” Kiyoomi inches closer to him and before the man can stretch his arm, Atsumu reaches for his hand. He clasps their fingers together; his thumb immediately begins to rub circles on the back of his lover’s hand. They’re quiet for a while, just sitting together in the car, enveloped by silence. “What are you thinking?” Kiyoomi finally asks. That it’s not yet the end, Atsumu thinks as he looks down at their intertwined hands under the dim lights. I’m sorry for entertaining the thoughts of leaving you. I hope I remember how it is to be in love with you. Atsumu leans across the small space between them and plants a soft kiss on Kiyoomi’s temple. “I’m thinking we should watch one of our go-to good movies.” Kiyoomi hums. “The Proposal or Notting Hill?” A kiss on his other temple. “The Proposal.” “Okay. ‘Tsumu?” “Yeah?” “I love you.”

Atsumu smiles at Kiyoomi before planting a kiss on his forehead. His pulls his lips a few millimeters away before whispering something to Kiyoomi, causing his lover’s arms to wrap around him.

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I just got inspired by Monsta X's song, Honestly, and went ahead and wrote something about it.

If you're too lazy to look up the lyrics: it's basically about a man's thoughts of how he doesn't love his partner anymore, and the partner remaining oblivious at the time. It becomes hopeful towards the end as the man realizes it's foolish of him to think of those thoughts, so he goes on feeling guilty. At the end, when his partner asks him about what's on his mind, he says he's thinking of nothing and proceeds to ask them out to a movie.

I hope you still liked it!

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like cat and mouse | bts

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like cat and mouse | bts

[drabble/ maybe teaser??]

categories: suspense, (possibly angst)

pairings: ot7 x reader

genre: mafia!bts, mafia!reader

warnings: one curse word, guns mentioned,

“Did you really think we wouldn’t find out?” Seokjin asks you with a smug grin on his lips. He twirls the gun around his fingers as though it weighs like nothing; like it hasn’t been the period at the end of someone’s life sentence.

The likely end to your own life sentence.

Nine.

“Darling, he asked you a question.” Jimin coos as he looks up from the cards that he was shuffling to where you sit. It’s the devil incarnate, the way that his eyes fork over the ropes that have you tied to the chair; ultimately riddling you immobile. “Don’t you know how rude it is to not respond to when someone asks you a question?”

Hoseok is boiling with anger from your lack of responsiveness. Cold and unmoving, you appeared this way to them regardless of what they put you through. Who were you so loyal to that you would not give in to them?

You only turn your head away from them. You would not talk. You would /never/ talk. The last thing you were going to do was rat anyone else. For too long, you found yourself falling down the rabbit hole in trying to track down the untouchable Seven, but instead, you found yourself more entwined in their web of lies. For how long did you think you would go without being caught?

Eight.

“There’s nothing that pisses me off more. A kitten deciding to meddle in a tiger’s business or a kitten who doesn’t know anything at all.” Seokjin remarks as he squats in front of you. “What do you think is going to happen when your little fan club finds out you’re nothing but a rat?”

“Do you talk just to hear yourself?” You retort with a scoff. “You’re starting to piss me off.”

Yoongi only remains silent as he observes you. He could tell from your posture - the lax of your shoulder, the lack of a struggle, this was not the first time you were in this predicament. All too well, it felt as though you /enjoyed/ knowing your life would be coming to an end in mere minutes.

Another voice cuts in followed by a whistle. Jungkook. “I don’t quite know what to say about you.” His voice is deep, sweet like roses but very willing to cut you like thorns. “You thought you could fool us Soojin-ah?” He leans closer to you. The scar on his cheek is more prominent. “That’s not even your real name though, is it, YN-ah?”

Seven.

Your breath hitches when he calls you by your true name. It makes your breath stop and you finally muster the courage to meet him. Eyes that once greeted you with doe-like qualities now were burnt over with anger.

You did that to him, after all.

Six.

“Now, you know there are only two options for you.” Jungkook remarks as he squats in front of you. “You can either take the bullet in your brain like Taehyung-Hyung wants,” He says, nodding to the man whose eyes had born into your head. “Or, you can join us. You can /make/ something of yourself and leave whatever your little group /thinks/ they can do.”

Five.

“What would I gain from joining you? I think you gain more than I do,” You murmur while settling more into your restrains. Your eyes dart over to the vent nervously and the back at Jungkook. He catches your gaze with a raised brow.

“Hyung, check the vent,” Jimin says before Jungkook can. He has noticed the way Jungkook has tensed just from speaking to you. He likely found himself at a crossroads when the very girl they thought they found a beginning end only wanted an ending.

Four.

“Do you know how easy things could have been for you if you were just honest?” Jungkook continues on. He rarely spoke this much, but the betrayal you attempted was more than enough to make his blood boil. “YN-ah.” He spits out your name when he speaks. It’s tawdry.

Three.

“Jungkook-ah, relax.” Another voice cuts in after sauntering into the room. More level-headed than the others, his presence dominates the room and he crosses the room with four long strides. “If you’re going to say yes, you should be taking three last breaths. My patience is running thin.”

Of course, Namjoon had been the one who held the least amount of patience with you. He grew unamused by the games you attempted to play - the way you had broken into their mansion for a game of cat and mouse. He sensed your presence when you became more prominent at the Underground socials without anyone on your arm. An outsider was far too easy to bait, but there was something about you.

Two.

All of them had grown interested in you from the beginning. At the ball, you kept towards the exits. Your attire more regal than practical made them wonder what a sweet girl like you were there. You could not have been a fiancé - your watchful eyes had carried across the room with experience. Oh, but you also were not a rookie to be in a place like that. So who the hell were you?

“YN-ah. Your time is up.” Seokjin says simply as he cocks the gun in his hand to place against your head.

One.

Without notice, the lights instantly go dark. For a moment, you think that this is the end. You think that you’re gone. Murmurs of concern filled the room as one unknown hand grips your arm to make sure you are still there.

But instead, you are not.

It’s almost laughable - how easy it is to continue this game of cat and mouse. The way you managed to slip out of your restraints yet remained still to your captors; the way you find yourself going out of the second vent near the corner of the room and slipping out like a thief in the night.

And all over again, they find themselves infatuated with your stealth. They’re determined to catch you - just as they always had and you will start the game again.

After all, it was much too fun for you to stop.

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Don't be a silent reader~! What do you think of the reader? Waht do you think happened before this? Would you guys read a story like this?

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