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expertavoider · 3 years

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Bro, if somebody can write this. But without a fluffy ending. I would cry. I need a good cry rn ...

telling their s/o they’re being too clingy

w/ kenma, osamu, and suna!

part 2!

series masterlist here!

(a/n: ok so i got a couple requests for a second part of this prompt but i didn’t wanna post them separately so i compiled them here!!

there were different character requests so i’ll definitely keep that in mind for future reference :)) for this prompt, i wrote all of them in the timeskip if anyone needed clarification💞 anyways thank you guys so much for requesting; i hope you like it!

this is not my best work; i wrote this when i was really tired :( but i’ll try to make it up to y’all later hehe)

kenma

your boyfriend is pretty lazy himself honestly

he doesn’t like to go out and do stuff all that much

but at the same time he is pretty busy at home

most of the time he’s just gaming

even though he does most of his work at home, you don’t get to spend that much time with him

but today kenma was in an even worse mood than usual

he was irritated, tired, and felt like he was going out of his mind all day

but you hadn’t seen him at all today, so you’re not aware of this

you walk into his work room with some food (he hadn’t eaten all day) and sneak into his lap, pressed against him tightly, as you usually do

you talk about your day, rambling about random things and combing your hands through his hair, untangling the knots

you ask him if he has any laundry for you to clean, and he doesn’t respond

you poke at him

“kenma? babe? were you paying attention to—”

“fuck, y/n, can’t you just leave me alone for a day? i’m in a bad mood already, and i don’t need you smothering me. you always do this, y/n. i don’t need you to take care of me; i can do everything by myself.”

you hadn’t realized how annoyed your clinginess was

so you disentangle yourself, muttering an apology under your breath, and leave, closing the door behind you

the next day, kenma wakes up feeling a lot better than he did yesterday, despite having fallen asleep at his gaming desk.

for once, he’s actually hungry, since he refused your dinner last night. he feels a little bad about what he said to you, but you probably know that he didn’t mean it. sometimes he gets in these moods, and you know them better than anyone.

he gets up and goes to the kitchen to see what you’ve made for the both of you. surprisingly, you’re not in there, like you would usually be, and there’s no delicious aroma or evidence of use at all. maybe they left it in the fridge? he thinks. but the refrigerator is empty, too.

now that he thinks about it, the apartment is a little more out of shape than usual. some of his clothes lay wrinkled on chairs and his mangas are scattered where he left them, instead of in his work room where you always put them. strange, he thinks.

he sees you on the couch and brightens. he’s missed you, and he wants to ask you if you’d like to do something together today. it’s been so long since he’s been able to just be with you.

but when he approaches you, you just smile at him and get up, retreating into your room and closing the door. he stands there, confused.

he doesn’t understand why you’re acting so strange today.

but on your end..

his words from yesterday stung. you really loved to care for your boyfriend; it was one of your favorite ways to show him you loved him. but he didn’t see it that way, because he expressed that he felt smothered; that he could take care of himself. so you’ve decided to back off a little bit.

kenma is working in his room when he hears the door open. he sits, up, setting down his controller and waiting for you to settle on his lap like usual and cuddle him for a little while he plays. but instead, you creep in warily, like you don’t know if you’re allowed to be there. you see his eyes on you and freeze before slipping back out like you were never in there to begin with.

“y/n, wait—”

you’re already gone though, and now kenma’s actually concerned. he gets up and ventures out into the bedroom, where you’re huddled up on the bed. he sits down next to you and attempts to pull you in, which you refuse.

“baby, what’s wrong?” he whispers. “why are you being so distant today?”

there’s tears in your eyes, and you’re attempting to smile for him, but it just looks wobbly and wrong.

“isn’t that what you wanted?” you ask shakily. “y-you said i was smothering you, so i just thought—”

he cuts you off with a kiss, pulling you in sweetly and firmly, and you sigh.

“i’m sorry for lashing out at you last night,” he apologizes. “i didn’t mean anything i said to you, okay?”

you look up at him with teary eyes.

“i love the way you do things for me and tell me about your day and cuddle with me. i know i’m absolute shit at expressing it, but i really like it when you take care of me.”

he nuzzles your nose with his, pressing short and sweet kisses on your lips between sentences.

“so what you’re saying is.. cuddles?” you ask, hopeful. he stares at you, golden eyes half-lidded contentedly.

“whatever you want.”

osamu

you love everything about your relationship with miya osamu

the dates, the food (oh my GOD the food), the everything

but more than anything, you LOVE cuddling with him

he’s always warm and soft and snuggly

but yesterday, you and osamu got in a fight

you argued that he was spending so much time managing the restaurant that he was forgetting about you

he thought you were being absolutely ridiculous

“y/n, you’re overreacting. stop being over dramatic.”

“over dramatic? is that what this is? okay, sorry for wanting to have a moment alone with my fucking boyfriend!”

“it’s not my fault that you’re so fucking clingy?! don’t put this on ME. always forcing your dumb affection on me when it’s CLEAR that i don’t want you to!”

ouch😐

even after the both of you apologized and called it quits, you thought about it all night

maybe he was right

you went to bed and drifted into a fitful sleep

today is osamu’s day off, and he’s looking forward to having a day to relax with you.

after the fight the two of you had, he’s just happy to have the whole day to make up and spend some time together.

when he wakes up with you next to him, he nudges at you affectionately. you’re already half awake, and you smile back at him. he waits for you to take the cue and snuggle into his side like usual, so that the two of you can continue resting together, but you turn around on your side. he frowns.

later in the day, you’re watching a movie, and he tugs at your sweatshirt, hoping you’ll settle into his lap and give him some kisses. instead, you sit next to him, a little bit of space between you, and don’t look at him again.

then, the both of you are making dinner, and he comes up behind you, to which you dodge him skillfully. he almost whines; desperate for some affection. you’re not giving him anything today, and he’s getting touch-starved.

“baby, is something wrong?” you ask at his frown.

he shakes his head and continues chopping vegetables.

the two of you have gotten ready for bed and are laying under the covers when he crawls over to you and lays his arm over your torso. you push him off gently, only for him to put it on you again. you sigh.

“babe—”

“why won’t you let me cuddle you today?”

honestly, you want nothing more than for him to cuddle you all day, holding you in his arms. but clearly it’s annoying, and you’d like to avoid fights like the one you had last night at all costs.

“last night.. you mentioned that i force my affection on you. and i realized that you were right. and i’m just working on it, okay?” you look away.

osamu’s heart sinks. you’re still on this? he thought he’d made it clear that he truly didn’t mean anything he said during the fight, but he realizes that insecurities don’t just go away.

“baby..” he whispers, pulling you into his lap. you won’t look at him. “look at me.” you shake your head, so he brings your chin up with his hand.

“you don’t ‘force’ your affection on me, okay? i love how affectionate you are with me. i like that you can feel safe in my arms and that you like being close to me all the time. it’s the way you express your love for me, and i think it’s perfect.”

tears well up in your eyes, so you bury your face in his chest to hide it.

“i love you so much, ‘samu,” you whisper, sniffling.

he smiles softly down at you, and pulls you in even closer, flush against him.

“and i love you.”

suna

suna is a very lowkey, chill person

this applies to basically everything in his life

but when he gets angry it’s very easy for him to lash out

yesterday, suna had a terrible day

he was just getting irritated by everyone and while he wanted to come home and rest, he didn’t want to deal with your questions

but you didn’t know about how his day went, so you asked him questions anyway, hoping to find out how he was feeling and if he needed anything

but his annoyance was growing, and you weren’t picking up on it

you laid a hand on his arm, and that’s when he finally lost it

he shoved your hand away, irritated

“can’t you just leave me alone? i don’t want to talk to you right now, and you being clingy isn’t helping.”

you reeled back, stung, but decided you’d leave him alone

you slept on the couch, afraid to upset him even more

suna wakes up to the sun filtering through the blinds, and slides a hand over to your side of the bed, expecting to find you lying next to him, but comes up empty. he frowns, missing your warmth.

he gets up and moves to the living room, finding you lying on the couch. he nudges you gently to wake you up.

“good morning, baby,” he whispers against your lips, and you don’t even smile at that, just grabbing your blanket and relocating to the bedroom. he’s confused by your mood, and follows you back into the bedroom.

“you wanna cuddle?” he offers, slipping into the bed next to you, only for you to hmph petulantly, rolling over on your side, away from him.

that’s weird, suna thinks. y/n almost never refuses my cuddles.

you do wake up later, seeing rintarou in the kitchen, and take out a snack from the pantry, ignoring his own offers to make you food.

it’s not that you’re mad at him, because you’re really not, but you’re still a little hurt at how he treated you last night. you know he was just having a bad day, but now you don’t want to receive his affection, scared to come off as annoying again.

“baby, are you mad at me?” he asks when the two of you are in bed. you shake your head, eyes still glued to your book.

rintarou tries again to cuddle you, but you push him away again. he sighs, unsure why you’re acting this way. he takes your book and closes it, inciting a reaction from you.

“hey, you didn’t even bookmark—”

you stop short at seeing his gaze locked on you and shrink back.

“then why aren’t you being affectionate with me?”

you sigh, not wanting to get into this now.

you do anyway.

“you called me annoying, rin. excuse me for not wanting to be affectionate when apparently that behavior is irritating,” you mumble.

suna stops short. annoying? how could you have ever been— oh.

suna had completely forgotten about last night. he never apologized for lashing out at you.

ignoring your protests, rintarou pulls you into his chest and noses at your hair.

“‘m sorry,” he mutters into your hair, breathing you in and basking in your warmth. you still, and he pulls you close. “i’m sorry for calling you those things, okay? please don’t stop being affectionate with me; i miss it,” he admits, and you finally look up at him.

“i’m not annoying?” you ask, voice tiny.

“no, baby. i love your cuddles and your kisses and how adorable you are when you’re sleepy. i just love you.”

you’re speechless at his honesty, so you just nuzzle at his collarbone and breathe his scent in instead.

“you know, you acted like a child today,” he teases.

“shut up and cuddle me.”

#angst😫#angst with a sad ending #pain #i want to cry #i would not resolve my issues this way #i am running

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