Everytime you call me crazy, I get more crazy. What about that? And when you say I seem angry, I get more angry. What about that? […] No one likes a mad woman. You made her like that.
I knew I’d curse you for the longest time, chasing shadows in the grocery line. I knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired, and you’d be standing in my front porch light. And I knew you’d come back to me, you’d come back to me.
I can see you staring, honey, like he’s just your understudy, like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me. […] (‘Cause you never gave a warning sign) I gave so many signs, so many signs, so many signs. You didn’t even see the signs.
She’ll patch up the tapestry I shred. And hold your hand while dancing, never leave you standing, crestfallen on the landing with champagne problems. Your mum’s ring in your pocket, her picture in your wallet. You won’t remember all my champagne problems.
While you were out building other worlds, where was I? Where’s that man who’d throw blankets over my barbed wire? I made you my temple, my mural, my sky. Now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life.
My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand, taking mine but it’s been promised to another. […] He’s gonna burn this house to the ground. How’s one to know? I’d live and die for moments that we stole, on begged and borrowed time. So tell me to run.
And I fell from the pedestal, right down the rabbit hole. Long story short, it was a bad time. Pushed from the precipice, clung to the nearest lips. Long story short, it was the wrong guy. […] Pushed from the precipice, climbed right back up the cliff. Long story short, I survived.
I’m like the water when your ship rolled in that night. Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife. […] The more that you say, the less I know. Wherever you stray, I follow. I’m begging for you to take my hand. Wreck my plans, that’s my man.
And I’m sitting on a bench on Coney Island, wondering, “Where did my baby go?” The fast times, the bright lights, the merry-go. […] Were you waiting at our old spot, in the tree line, by the gold clock?
I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone, trying to find the one where I went wrong. Writing letters addressed to the fire. And I was catching my breath, staring out an open window, catching my death.
I don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush. I don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch. Everybody wants you, everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.
✫ft.dad!akaashi , atsumu , suna , kageyama x parent!reader
✫a/n: might do a part 2 so lemme know what characters you’d like to see! fair warning, this was written v quickly sorry in advance <3
✫AKAASHI — he enters the doorway after a long, tiring day at work and puts his things down to go straight to you to give you a kiss. it’s a part of his routine, something he’d never skip even if exhaustion overshadowed every thought in his mind. you’re sitting at the dining table as a song from a kids show plays in the background. you’ve just finished feeding your daughter, who’s happily babbling with baby food slipping down her chubby face. she squeals with joy as keiji wipes her face with a napkin and kisses her head, murmuring a “dad’s home” into her skin. taking her out of her high chair, he takes her into his arms and tickles her sides with his fingers. her laughter immediately washes away any tension that was picking away at him, his cheeks warming up at the sound he longs to hear every day. he loves moments like this, when she’s safe in his arms with her cute legs kicking back and forth, his large hand supporting her back as she babbles away. and even though keiji can’t understand a word she’s saying, he likes to think that she’s telling him about her day spent with you — how you played peek-a-boo with her, gave her a warm bath, and how you kissed her cheeks throughout the day, making sure she felt how much love you two have for her.
✫ATSUMU — coming back to the twins is the best part of his day. as much as he loves setting and seeing his team members every day, he loves playing around with his boys before they go to bed even more. there really is nothing better than their little smiles and identical dimples. every night, he leans over their cribs and pinches their cheeks before picking them both up into his arms. and even though it’s a bit past their bed time, he brings them over to your shared bedroom and places them on his stomach as he lies down on the bed next to you. his muscles finally relax and he feels at ease with his boys sitting on his torso, gently poking their tiny fingers at his face. they should be asleep, and they’ll probably be extra cranky in the morning, but atsumu revels in their sleepy giggles. without a doubt, your hand finds it’s way to his hair, scratching at his scalp to help him relax after a tiring day at practice. wanting your attention, too, your sons crawl off atsumu’s body to receive some of your love and affection (they can’t help it — they’re just like their dad). and now you have three pouting boys splayed across the bed waiting to receive their goodnight kisses.
✫SUNA — after a long day of practice, suna loves coming home to see his baby girl laying down on her belly on the carpeted floor. her little hands prod at the dog plushie she’s been obsessed with lately. she just looks so cute, and suna can’t help but lie down onto his stomach to place a soft kiss to her nose, showing her a rare, toothy smile. and while she peers up at her dad with wide and curious eyes, he takes ahold of her tiny body to lift her up in the air as he gets off the floor to find you. laughter leaves her lips as he gently tosses her into the air on the walk to her room. they find you in the nursery picking out her pajamas for the night — a purple onesie that suna was adamant on buying, knowing that it would look beautiful against your daughter’s green eyes. “aw, my baby’s gonna wear the clothes i got her?” he coos at her. “your dad has a good sense of style, doesn’t he?” he places three consecutive kisses to her cheeks before walking over to press his lips against yours. and as he changes her into her cozy pajamas, he places her in her crib and whispers a quiet “see you first thing in the morning, cutie,” before tracing her rosy cheeks with his finger to lull her to sleep.
✫KAGEYAMA — every night, on the very sofa you two had countless movie nights, kageyama gives his daughter her bottle for dinner. even when he’s drained from hours and hours of practice, he values this time the most. he looks forward to relaxing with her in his arms as she falls in and out of sleep from the warmth of the bottle and her dad’s body. his eyes stay glued to her little lips as they drink from the bottle, her cheeks puffing out cutely with each sip. it’s times like these when he’s in awe of his life — he has everything he’s ever wanted. you’re curled into his side watching little animals from some kids show dance around the tv screen. if he could freeze this moment in time and stay in it forever, he would. his heart feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest. and kageyama is not often overwhelmed, or so he says, but he feels his pulse quicken as his daughter falls fast asleep and nuzzles deeper into his arms. he places featherlight kisses on her face before leaning over and doing the same to you.
hey guys i just e-published my second witchy book, a collection of all my spells!!!! this is a neat little pocket-spell book with love spells, healing charms, glamours, potions and much more, all in one neat, organized, convenient place! if you liked my first book, i’m sure you’ll love this one too! ♡
i love that we all broke down over the american gigolo trailer but have us wanna be railed by him and the other half wanna pull his hair and be in charge CJSKS
you’re so incredibly right and this is the only way.
