#making gifs instead of crying my therapist would be so proud

[c-a-s-s-i-s]

#if u don't think ruki and reita's stage interactions are the cutest shit ever. you are wrong! please visit the opinion doctor. #ruki #reita #the gazette #this is the 2nd most difficult stage lighting i ever edited sjfbhg #making gifs instead of crying my therapist would be so proud #personally i think it amounts to a crime that we have no live cd from any of the anniversary concerts.

[zeltqz]

𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 [𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃] THREE

pairing. ex!ran x fem!reader

word count. 5.2k

series synopsis. bonten is forming and in the midst of it all, you find yourself caught in the sticky webs of your ex boyfriend and current bonten executive, haitani ran.

a/n: a lil flashback in this chapter, not too much going on..yet

JANUARY 2006

Shion burst through the living room door, storming over to Ran and waving his phone in his face. “You wanna explain why (Name) just called me up crying because of you?”

“What the fuck are you talking about,” Ran asked through a thick exhale, his thumb idly moving on the joystick of his controller as he picked a location. 

Shion rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what I’m talking about. Which is literally why I came here to ask why the fuck you made her cry?”

“I didn’t make anybody cry.”

“Yes you did.”

Rindou glanced over at Shion and fiddled with his controller, amused by the difference in attitudes between both boys. Shion looked like he was two seconds away from throwing his cracked phone at Ran’s face, but was hesitant on doing so because everybody knows how that fight would play out, and Ran looked like it was a regular Sunday afternoon, filled with nothing but playing video games with his brother and snacks.

“I didn’t make anyone cry,” Ran repeated and Shion groaned, rubbing his temples as he remembered how stupid Ran could be and how he lacked in the department of taking accountability. “She called me up and asked if I heard from you and I said yeah, why, then she told me “oh because he hasn’t answered my texts in days so I wanted to check in”, now I come in here expecting to find you dead or something instead you’re just playing fucking video games!”

Ran honestly stopped listening around three words in and successfully chose a location, and a character. Grinning, he nodded over at Rindou as he started to pick his own character. 

“Hello?????!” Shion clapped to get Ran’s attention. “Ignoring me doesn’t change anything. In fact, it proves to me that you’re guilty.”

“Dude. What do you want from me?” Ran looked up at Shion, leaning against the back of the leather couch. “You wanted me to stay away from her so that’s what I’m doing. Now you’re mad that I’m staying away from her?”

“Staying away from her doesn’t mean ghosting her. At the very least let her down easy—”

“Shion,” Rindou started, eyes focused on the tv screen. “You sound so whiny right now. Either sit down and shut the fuck up, or get out. You’re ruining my focus and so help me God if I lose to Ran tonight I’ll break every rib in your body.”

“Calm down Rinnie, save that anger and take it up with your therapist.”

Rindou groaned loudly, letting his head roll back against the couch. “I already told you Ran, I’m not seeing a therapist.”

Shion hummed in disagreement. “I think you should. You’ve just about threatened to break every bone in my body this week alone.” Ran snorted and Shion whipped his head to look at him. “Don’t think I’m finished with you yet. I was against this whole relationship with her in the first place, so just apologise to her and let her down easy.”

“Why?” Rindou asked, putting his controller down on his lap to look up at Shion.

His eyebrows pinched in confusion. “Why…what?”

“Why were you against the relationship?”

“B—because,” Shion cursed himself for stammering, also cursed the way Ran raised his eyebrows, probably the first shred of interest he’s shown in the conversation. 

“Because you love her?” Rindou asked, not looking away from the tv but was far too aware of the way Shion froze in place. Seconds passed as the two brothers waited for a response.

“Because she’s my friend…” Shion started slowly, hoping the message goes through their heads. 

“So?”

“And I don’t want her to get hurt by him.”

“Who said I’d hurt her?” Ran asked, intrigued.

“Your track record of dating speaks otherwise, Ran.” Ran smirked and Shion scowled deeper, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s not something to be proud of.”

“You only say that because you’re a virgin.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, sure whatever.” Ran turned back to the tv and nudged Rindou. “Ready?”

The game started and if their attention spans were already shit before, it was worse now. 

“Ran. Just promise me you’ll end things with her nicely…Last thing I want is her calling me up crying again.”

“Yeah yeah, you got it,” Ran responded with a crooked smile. 

It was probably the most non-committal answer Shion ever heard, if he was honest, but was probably the only answer he was gonna get so with that, he left the house. After winning the next three rounds of Mario Kart, Rindou ended up rage quitting and stalking off to the gym with Kakucho to take his anger out on some punching bags. Meanwhile Ran stalked up to his room, taking his daily nap. He woke around 11pm, almost hitting midnight and pulled out his phone.  

He scrolled past all his messages until he saw yours, all unopened, and felt his heart twitch with guilt for a second as the number of messages over the course of the week started to decrease once you realised he was ignoring you. 

He glanced over at the clock once more. You had a tendency of sleeping through the day, awake at night, so taking his chances, he sent you a text.

Your phone pinged as you were washing the dishes, scrubbing the leftover stains from your mother’s wine glasses, a result of her addiction. Rinsing the soap from your hands, you dried them with a paper towel and grabbed your phone, almost freezing when you saw the contact name.

New Message: Ran (¬_¬ )

You up?

You almost got excited, a smile twitching on your face until you remembered the week of radio silence and the barrage of confusing emotions you felt. You should hate him. In fact right now your fingers should be moving to delete his contact, but instead they hover over his text message on your lock-screen. Grumbling, you deleted yet another poorly formed response and called him instead. “What do you want?”

“Easy with the hostility. I wanted to check on you.”

“Oh really? Where was this energy, I dunno. A fucking week ago?!” you barked, leaving the dishes half washed as you stomped up to your room.

“Missed you.”

You blinked at your screen and nearly forgot how to breathe, too blinded with rage. “Are—are you fuckingkidding me?” you rushed out, dumfounded.

“Yeah, I know I fucked up badly,” he sighed on the end of the line and you moved to sit on your bed, face softening a bit with how tired he sounded. 

“Is everything okay?”

“Can I see you?” He ignored your question and got straight to business. You had half a mind to turn him down until he said, “Please?” 

You were so weak minded, crumbling the second you heard him beg for you. Perhaps it was an ego trip, having someone like Haitani Ran want you that badly. The next thing you knew, your back was arching as Ran’s hands trailed down your body. Pulling his face from your neck, you blindly searched for his mouth, biting his lower lip as he groaned, settling on top of you.

Your arms looped themselves around his neck, moaning in soft pants as his fingers drained downwards, dancing lightly down the line of your stomach and tugged your shorts off your body. The moment they were off, he spread open your legs and pulled away from the kiss.

You sighed happily when his lips trailed down your body, searing burning kisses on your skin. Closing your eyes helped to heighten the senses, guessing where you’d feel his lips next. Your breathing picked up pace as his hands brushed your bare thighs and it took everything in you to resist grinding against his hand as he explored every inch of your body.

The tips of his fingers slipped under your panties, drawing closer to your throbbing clit. He teased your wet slit, circling your finger around your hole, spreading your juices all over your pussy with a low groan. “You’re so fucking wet.”

Your moan hitched in your throat and you bit down to silence it. Not liking that, he looked up at you. “Lemme hear you,” he dipped his finger in slowly, watching your mouth fall open in please, “c’mon, louder.”

“Please,” you moaned, begging him to continue playing with you. “I need it, please. You owe me.”

“I owe you, huh?” He gave you a mischievous grin, inching closer to your face as he pushed more slick from your thighs into your fluttering hole. He was so achingly close you could see every single lash lining his eyes, his lips just barely hovering over yours. 

His fingers sped up, twisting his fingers and using his thumb to rub at your swollen clit with precision that felt torturous. It was getting harder to control your moans, uncaring of how loud you were getting as you rocked against his hand, pussy on fire. 

“Fucking love your body,” he sounded drunk, burying his face between your breasts. His tongue flicked against your nipple before sucking down, your back arching off the sheets.

“I—I’m still mad at you,” you cursed under your breath, the indignation in your voice wavering, turning to breathless moans as he continued fucking you open with his fingers.

He left your chest, kissing up to your lips to suck the anger and frustration away and replaced it with lust. “I’m sorry baby,” he hummed, biting your lower lip. “You forgive me?”

“No,” you tried sounding serious but your face screwed up as he sped up his fingers. He licked his lips before kissing you again, trying to change your mind but you pulled away with a frown. “Y—you can’t just expect me to forgive you that easily.”

He mulled it over for a moment, glancing at your face as you breathed heavily, trying your hardest to fix your face into a convincing scowl. His fingers pulled out and you were about to protest before he shushed you. “I’m going to fuck you till you forgive me.”

Your face twisted in confusion as he started unbuckling his pants. “W—wait. You can’t just—” you paused, eyes dropping down to his cock hard in his hand.

“Can’t what?” He pulled out a condom from his pocket and you deadpanned at him. 

“Seriously? You just have those laying around?”

He smiled, laughing a little. “What? Gotta come prepared.” His hands moved to your legs, spreading you open and eyed your aching pussy, slick covering your inner thighs and bit back a groan. You watched him rip the condom open and thought how that small thing could fit over the length of his cock. It easily slipped down his shaft, stretching obscenely around the width of his shaft. 

When he’s wrapped and ready, he grabbed onto your legs, yelping as he tugged you closer and caged you with his arms. You both watched his cock press against your inner thigh, missing your pussy a couple times before sliding in, a soft sigh and groan escaping both of your lips. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, biting your lip as your head fell backwards against the pillow. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned wantonly, looking away from the sinful sight of his cock slowly disappearing inside you to look at your face. Your mouth was open in pleasure and he snagged the opportunity, kissing you senselessly.

“Faster.” 

He obliged, dipping his face into your neck, breaths puffing out against your skin as you cried out, nails digging into the blades of his shoulder, then onto his biceps, clutching desperately as your body began to jolt. “Jesus, Ran…!” He hit a spot that nearly had you screaming, his mouth quickly sealing against yours to silence you before your mother woke up. 

He was practically slamming into you at this point, pounding your body into the mattress and you could do nothing but whimper into his mouth and scratch deep red lines down the length of his arms. A hazy part of your mind thankful he was doing his best to silence you because the volume of your voice was far beyond your control at this point. 

“You forgive me yet,” he asked, pulling away when you tried to surge upwards for another kiss. 

You shook your head, keening when he gave another wicked slam of his hips that had you biting back your words. 

“Wrong answer.” Abruptly, he pulled out and flipped you over, rearranging your wobbly limbs until you were on all fours. He bent forward until his lips brushed your ears and the heat of his body made you inch backwards, desperate for even a crumb of his touch. He clicked his tongue and grabbed onto your hips, holding you in place as you cursed under your breath. “You forgive me yet?”

“Ran. Stop asking questions and fuck me,” you swore, testing how strong his grip was by attempting to wriggle your hips backwards. 

“Answer my question then I’ll fuck you right.”

You groaned into the pillow in protest, fighting back tears as you felt your pussy get wetter, fluttering around nothing. “But I don’t forgive you.”

“Then we’ll wait until you do.” 

Your clit throbbed again and you moaned when he nudged your legs apart, licking a stripe along your cunt. “Oh god, Ran.” His hum sent a vibration shooting through his tongue flicking at your entrance, kissing around your folds and the way his lips sealed around your clit had your stubbornness flying out the window.

“Oh.” You steadily rocked back against his face, and he eagerly buried his face into your pussy, the taste of you making his dick twitch between his legs. Your head dropped down, back arching and he held you up by the hips, keeping your ass in the air as he continued to indulge. “P—please Ran. I…I forgive you just fuck me please.”

Ran swiftly sat up, pressing one last kiss to your wet folds before lining his cock up to your entrance. “About fucking time.” His body was tense as he buried his cock back inside you with a groan. You bit down on the pillow, ignoring the wet spot you left behind as his big hand pulled you back down onto his cock, squeezing and grabbing at your ass. You barely had time to catch your breath as his hips snapped ruthlessly back and forth, shoving his cock deeper inside you with every thrust. Your legs gave out, back arching impossibly deeper as you were unable to hold yourself up. This new angle was downright sinful, had you feeling every vein of his cock rubbing against your walls, hands scrabbling uselessly at the sheets.

“Oh fuck I’m close,” he announced with a low groan, your stomach doing flips when you heard how shaky his breathing was. He pulled out, ripped the condom off and flipped you onto your back in record time, cumming on your stomach. 

While you were catching your breath, he bent down between your legs and licked along your pussy, teasing and sucking until you were coming undone, soaking the fingers he’d slid inside you.

Once your chest had stopped heaving, he pulled away, licking your taste from his lips. Your body was still shaking from the aftermath of the overstimulation, your arms eagerly wrapping around his body as he laid beside you, lifting you onto his chest and kissed your forehead.

“I don’t actually forgive you by the way,” you added after a moment of silence. “I just said that so you’d fuck me.”

Ran snorted and looked down at you. “That so?” It tickled when your fingers ran down his chest, tracing the swirls of his tattoo.

“Mhm.” You chewed the soft tissue of your cheek, waiting for his response. 

He pulled you up to reposition you on his lap as you laid your hands flat in his chest. “I know you don’t mean that.” He ran his hands down your hips and caressed them softly.

“I do,” you frowned.

He sat up slowly and you clung onto his shoulders to avoid slipping. He reached over and grabbed your phone, handing it to you. “Delete my number right now if you do.”

You looked down at your phone then back at his face. “Are you serious?”

He shrugged and nodded at the device. “Go on.”

As you contemplated whether or not this was a trap, he reattached his lips onto your neck, sucking and biting the skin, adding to the litany of marks he left previously. He was obviously doing this to cloud your judgement, and it was working. Your finger hovered over the delete contact button before you sighed, tossing the phone back onto the bed.

“I fucking knew it.” You could practically feel his devilish smile against your neck. You yanked his head from your neck, revealing the smile you pictured wide on his face.

“Shut up,” you said while frowning. He leaned forward, sucking deeply along your lips, eliciting a soft sigh from you as you melted into it.

“What’re you doing for your birthday,” he asked, pulling away for a moment. “It’s next week, right?”

“Um, not much. My friends wanted to throw me a party then Shion said he wanted to take me out afterwards.”

Ran scowled. “Do you like him?” he asked softly, rubbing soothing circles into your hip. 

“Who? Shion?” You readjusted yourself on his lap to get a better look at his face. He nodded. “No. No, I don’t. He’s my friend. I don’t see him as anything else.”

There was nothing going on between you and Shion. Being with Shion felt weird and you never thought of him that way. Besides, when you grew up with him, you saw the worst of him, from the time he shaved a circle in the middle of his head as a dare to those snot nosed crying nights when he’d throw a tantrum you couldn’t stay the night. You thought your words were enough to reassure him but Ran still looked unconvinced. Your brain fought to think of something to say but when you fell short, you resulted in pushing your chest up against him, cupping his face in your hands and leaned forward to brush your nose against his.

“I promise, Ran. In fact…you’re the only one I have eyes for right now.” There it was. The inevitable confession. As your worried eyes searched his face for a response, he stayed silent. Your body warmed as his hands hugged tighter around your body and you took that, leaning in slowly and kissed him gently, slowly, until you could feel any doubts he had leaving his body. He kissed you back, tightening his grip on your sides possessively.

“Lemme take you out,” he broke away to speak. “The day after your birthday since your special day is all booked.”

“Yeah?” You smiled and nuzzled your nose against his. “And do what?”

“Whatever you want.” His hands rubbed up and down your naked back, making you feel warm and fuzzy. “Anything.”

You rested your head against his neck and hummed in thought, sending a vibration down his body. “Hmmm, I’ll think about it.” Your arms wrapped around his neck and for a moment he fought the urge to cuddle with you in bed. Being around you was so difficult, especially when he tried to not get attached to you, despising the idea of being soft. 

He unhooked your arms from his neck and you pulled away with a confused look on your face. “Is everything okay?” He looked distressed about something and you couldn’t stop the ugly feeling in your stomach from churning. 

“I gotta go, it’s late,” he told you, sliding out of bed to scoop his clothes up. 

“I mean…you can just sleep over?” You looked at him get changed, trying to hide your frown once he finished. The pout in your voice made a wave of guilt run through his body. He tucked your body under the covers as your bottom lip jutted out in protest of him leaving. 

He kissed your forehead. “I’ll text you next week. I promise.”

Present day, 2015

Rindou slammed the car door shut, startling Dona from the backseat. “Jesus, man. What the hell is up with you?”

Rindou grumbled something under his breath and started the car, impatiently drumming his fingers against the wheel as Ran took his time inside the house fixing his suit. 

“Hello? Why’re you ignoring me?” Dona waved her hand in his face. “He’s in there right? Or do we have to drive around the whole city tryna find him?”

“Oh he’s in there alright,” Rindou rasped, rubbing his temples. 

“You gonna update me on what happened or just sulk in the front seat like a baby.”

He leaned back in his chair and then turned to look at Dona. “If I tell you, you’d get mad.”

Dona’s eyes narrowed. “Why would I be mad?” Rindou stayed quiet, and her patience only grew thinner. “Rindou I will hit you if you don’t spit it out.”

“(Name)’s back.”

~*~

“Wait Ran.” You slipped off the bed, walking to the door before he could leave his room. “What was with Rindou’s reaction before?”

“Oh yeah. I forgot to tell you. He hates you.”

“I can see that,” you sighed, looking down at the floor for a couple moments before looking back at him. “What did you tell him?”

“Nothing really.” Ran shrugged. “Just told him we broke up.”

“That’s all? I don’t see why he’d hate me for that.” You frowned, fighting back a pout as you crossed your arms over your chest. “It’s not like I broke up with him.”

“You know how he gets.” Ran looked at the way you chewed your lip nervously, a habit you always did when you were overthinking. “Come here,” he said, beckoning you closer. You followed suit, slipping between his arms and he pulled you in for a hug. He rested his chin against the top of your head as your arms snaked around his waist. “Stop overthinking stuff. Rin doesn’t hate you. He hates what you did.”

“What did I do though?” you asked quietly, tilting your head to look up at him. 

“You left without an explanation.”

“There was an explanation,” you defended yourself. “You know there was.”

“Exactly. I know. He didn’t.”

“Why didn’t you tell him then?” you groaned, looking curiously up at him. “I broke up with you, not him. I have no issues with Rindou.”

“It wasn’t his business,” he responded, the circles he was tracing on your back with his thumbs made you feel dizzy. “And I avoided talking about you. And he thought he’d get answers from you since I wasn’t telling him, then found out you left. So he was mad.”

A slight feeling of guilt pooled low in your stomach as you lowered your head to look at the ground. Reluctantly, you let go of the hug and stepped away from him. “I think you should go to that meeting now. I’ve been hogging too much of your time.”

“Alright baby.” He shrugged his jacket back on and opened the door. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Okay,” you muttered, moving back onto the bed as you watched him leave the room. The second the door shut, you moved to grab your bag and pulled out your phone. You weren’t expecting to see six missed calls from Shion, each call an hour apart, and another feeling of guilt passed through you. “I’m a piece of shit,” you muttered, hitting your forehead with the edge of your phone before turning it back off.

Shion was tomorrow’s problem. You could figure out what to say to him.

~*~

Meanwhile, back in the car, Dona shrieked. “What?! Why?!”

“How the fuck am I supposed to answer that?” Rindou grumbled in response as Ran entered the car door with a hefty sigh.

“Drive already.” He lazily gestured around the wheel with his hands.

“Uh excuse me? You don’t get to boss us around when you’re thirty minutes late to the meeting.” Dona said with a frown, her nose twitching when Ran just laughed under his breath. “Not even a little bit remorseful? Mikey is pissed.”

“Name a day of the week he's not pissed,” Ran responded, looking back at Dona who laughed, mumbling that’s true. 

~*~

"Look who finally decided to show up," Sanzu sneered as Ran entered the room.

"What, you missed my presence that bad?" Ran responded as he settled himself into the couch beside Kokonoi. Sanzu rolled his eyes, making Ran's grin grow wider.

"Finally," Mikey sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Is this important or what? Because if it's about my club's sales, then you could've just emailed that shit to me," Ran said in annoyance.

Mikey nodded, clearing his throat before sitting down in his chair. "It's about Naoto."

"Who the fuck is Naoto?" Takeomi said, raising an eyebrow.

"Take a fucking guess," Mikey said sharply, causing everyone in the room to fall silent, except for Ran who yawned loudly.

"What did he do?"

"He's onto us again." Mikey pointed at Mochi. "You told me you had it handled. What's the fucking hold up?"

Mochi shrugged. "I did have it handled. He was off our back for weeks, no?"

"Weeks isn't shit," Sanzu retorted. "Can't we just kill him? He's like a scab. The more you pick at it, the more it bleeds."

"Sanzu, what the hell are you talking about?" Rindou grumbled from his seat, picking at the tips of the strands of hair falling over his face.

"I'm sayinggggg," Sanzu continued, "instead of burying information to get him off our tracks, we just bury him instead."

Mikey shook his head. "No. Bad idea."

"Why?!"

"Because," Mikey responded, saying no more. The group of men stared at him expectantly. When silence descended upon the room once more, Kakucho spoke up.

"Is this about Takemichi and all of them?"

Mikey slid his eyes over to Kakucho. "What?"

"You're hesitating on hurting Naoto because he's friends with Draken and Takemichi and all of them, no? If it were any other cop, you would've just killed them already. But we've been running around in circles with Naoto for almost a year now and nothings changed. I agree with Sanzu. We should just kill him."

"I said no," Mikey responded, harsher than before, effectively shutting Kakucho up. "If you have anything to say then say it."

"Nothing else, sir."

"Good." Mikey turned back over to look at Ran. "Naoto is onto you the most." When Ran raised an eyebrow, Mikey continued. "He found out one of the clubs you own and is getting his men to go undercover at your clubs, snooping around for shady business. Just wanted to tell you to watch out."

"He's not gonna find anything." Ran responded calmly, kicking his feet onto the table with a thud, ignoring Mikey's complaint to get his feet off the table. "He's an idiot if he thinks I'd do my business in broad daylight."

"Well regardless how confident you are, just watch out. If he finds anything, it won't take long before he finds other things."

"You got it." Ran pushed his chair back and stood up, stretching. "That all?"

Mikey nodded. By the time Ran made it back home, you were fast asleep on his bed, phone unlocked in your hand. He grabbed your phone and slid his finger across the screen, pausing briefly at your message history. Your phone was practically empty. It was sad to look at. You stirred in your sleep, taking notice of his presence. "Hey," you murmured sleepily, peeking a single eye open.

"Hey sleepyhead." He paused, putting your phone back down. "Go back to sleep."

"But I want to talk to you."

"About what?" He sat on the bed, watching you closely. "Haven't you been talking enough today? You need sleep."

"I don't," you grumbled, curling up against his arm. "I need to talk to Shion," you murmured, half asleep.

"Why do you wanna talk to Shion?" He questioned, sounding more confused than anything.

"Because I blew him off," you spoke without thinking, yawning with each passing word. "He's probably angry at me. Maybe I'll make him feel better by apologising."

"You blew him off? How so?"

"I'm such an asshole," you moaned softly, slouching further into his side. He ran his hand down your back in a soothing motion. "I haven't called or texted him yet. I just...walked out without saying anything. That must've hurt him. I can't believe I did that."

"Yeah, well..." He trailed off, patting the top of your head, not knowing what else to say. "To be honest, I have no clue what you're talking about right now. It's cute you still talk in your sleep though."

You sighed deeply, closing your eyes again, mumbling something incoherent under your breath and drifted back to sleep.

TAGLIST: @escafhwiluv @lyniana @haitanifxn @rindougf03 @mvteria @hisan-na @luvhaitani @mishueb @Dreamxies @yuma404 @sleeplessreader @shinichirolover @illusorysmut @Lxvephxbic @obsessedwreiner @ililailii @insayninthamembrayn @missgab @reihimbo @l0velikethis @lollevi @danasaan @tenjikusstuff4 @midoriapologist @alkanessa @asp7n @thebrownemo @levstar777 @sanaukii @yumidepain @jesjesboo @pink-sugar-rush @ssailorvenuss @mizukikyong @suckonlimes @weebasaurus @xngelsau @wrldstarrr @lonnie19 @yanfei-kisser @wrldstarrr @hayeoyeon @christmassugarcookies @minimari415 @hxonieverse @rinshoe @taihjj @ezri261 @mkc-ana

Masterlist

#—tr </3 #series : wasted times #ran x reader #tokrev x reader #tokyorev x reader #haitani ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #haitani ran smut #tokrev #ran smut #ran angst #ran haitani smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev smut #tokyorev smut

[lukey-pookie-hughes43]

Tornado Warnings. Part one???

Rafe Cameron x kook!!fem!!reader

A/n:I wasn't really sure the lyrics of this Sabrena Carpenter song in the first place but I did some research and I'm so glad one of recommended this. Thank you!!! And if you want more just tell me

And I do not proofread so I'm sorry in advance about the grammar and yes English is my first language but I'm just lazy.

Warnings: fluff, Rafe being cute and drunk at the same time, nice Rafe 🥵🥵, swearing. not much more💙💙💙

Staring off into space wondering what you should say sucks sometimes because you want to tell your therapist about the last time you saw him but...you don't instead of telling the truth and saying "We might have kissed." You say "I haven't seen him since the break up." Still wondering if you should say his name knowing if his name is brought up by either of you you would start crying your eyes out.

"Are you sure?" Your therapist says definitely not believing your last statement.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You say getting defensive at the question. Of course you don't want to tell your therapist that you hooked up with your ex who you've said you hated since you broke up.

She raises her eyebrow at the statement not knowing what to say next because she knows for a fact you will deny every accusation directed toward you. "Y/n, you're going to need to put Rafe in the past soon."

Y/n, getting ready to fake cry to make it seem like she cares but knows that she could just stop talking and leave anytime. "I-I don't know if I'm ready for that." You say completely faking but your therapist certainly can't tell and you can see that from her attentive look you are still trying to read because she makes this face so much amd you still don't know what I actually means after 4 years of weekly therapy.

You sit in uncomfortable silence for a while until her alarm goes off telling her that your appointment is over and it's time go get ready and go home. You've never stayed that late but today felt different. You leave the building and climb in your car and the first thing you do is check your phone and as always there is a text from Rafe saying "when do you get home? I want you."

You drive away smiling at the message when your phone dings again. This time it's a text from your best friend JJ Maybank saying "I just saw Rafe at the Club are you okay if I tell you what he said?" Looking at it wondering "what the hell?" But you can't respond because you're driving you decide to call JJ instead. "Hello?" JJ says in his goofy voice he uses when he talks to you. "Hi...?" You say unsure as to why you really HAD to call him.

"So do you want me to tell you what he said?"JJ asked truly curious.

"Uhh...I guess?"You say still confused. "You better hurry up. I'm almost home and I'm having some people over for dinner" you come up with quickly not knowing if he believes it you're still proud of yourself.

Oh okay...anyways he said and I QUOTE drunk off his ass "I miss y/n" Like What the actual hell does that mean? Right?" He says in disbelief.

You just having to go along with it say "yeah that is really weird" dragging your words for a little bit before you get to your front soon and start grabbing your keys from your backpack. "Okay I have to go guest's will be here soon and I still need to clean up a little bit byeeee"

Okay. I love you by-" he says as he gets cut off by the beep telling him you hung up in a rush.

As soon as you hang up you text rafe to hurry up because you're finally home amd he quickly jumps in his truck and speeds across the two block between your houses wondering why he didn't just run he knocks on your door and as he waits impatiently for you to open the door he starts yelling at your camera you have by your front door "Hurry up! I need to touch you!" He says with his words slurred and stumbling just a bit. And as you open the door you see him almost fall on top of you.

"What the hell, Rafe?" You say truly worried.

"Heyyy babyyyy! How wass youur dayyyy? Sluring every other word unknowingly. You sit him down on the bottom step of your stairs in the foyer to your house.

"Hey, hey, hey. What happened handsome?" You say absolutely confused but also happy that JJ knew exactly what happened.

Rafe shocked you called him handsome looks at you in complete adoration and love "HI Beautiful...nothing happened I just had.......a lot of tequila." He says while counting on his fingers and raising all of them to show you he doesn't know how many.

"Babe! You can't do shit like this to me and forget to mention it." you say sternly so he knows you're talking to him.

"I'm sorry baby! I just wanted to say I loved you." He says trying to sober up a little bit so he can smile without the influence of alcohol.

You laugh at his attempt at charming you. "It's okay. Hey, let's get you washed up and in bed. Okay?" You say softly knowing how bad of a headache he'll have in the morning.

"Okay." He says already drifting off to sleep.

"Nope! Come on Big Boy! You need a shower first and then we can cuddle and watch movies all day tomorrow." You say knowing neither of you have work or school tomorrow.

He smiles and nods his head in response because he is wayyy too tired to answer as of right now.

The next morning you wake up to an empty bed. You get up and slowly and quietly walk down the stairs, turn into the kitchen and lean on the doorway to the attached dining room just staring at the bare back facing toward you.

You can't help but just stare for a few minutes blacking out shortly after and you come to your senses with Rafe standing in front of you with his arms wrapped around your waist. "Good morning, Beautiful." He says with a sleepy smile.

"Hello. Why are you up so early?" You say with a quizzical look on your face.

"Sweetheart, it's 2pm." He says wondering how long you were awake last night.

"Oh, well, Good Morning to you too." She says with a small still half asleep smile. "What are you making for breakfast?" You say needing answers as to why your ex boyfriend/little hookup is snooping around your kitchen cooking you breakfast after he came to your house drunk last night.

"I wanted to be nice. Is that so bad Pretty Girl?" He asks truly curious. You stare off not knowing what to say.

"Sorry, I know your trying to get better but why were you so drunk last night?" You ask wanting to know what happened for him to leave his 2 months of sobriety for a whole night of drinking just to be happy the next day and act as if nothing happened.

"I don't know. I think it was about you not answering my text last night, maybe." He says ashamed at his prior actions.

"Babe, I was at therapy and didn't see your text until I was home. Okay?" You say with a tad of empathy in your eyes but then again he is a legal adult and should know better.

"Oh, sorry." He says asking himself why he did it mumbling to himself so fast not even an auctioneer could tell what the hell he just said. You walk over to the cabinet above your dishwasher to grab a few plates from the top shelf and when you seem to struggle you feel a large set of hands on your waist lift you and place you about a foot away from the cabinet. He reaches up and grabs the plates. And slowly inches you toward the dining room so you still don't know what's for breakfast.

He brings in a large stack of Chocolate chip pancakes and a bottle of syrup. When he sets everything down he walks away back to the kitchen doing this all while being completely silent and when he walks back in he's holding a large bowl full of your favorite mix of fruit (you can tell me which fruit you want and I'll eventually make a little run down of EVERYTHING about y/n if you just dm me or send me an ask about it I will do all of it if I see yours first like favorite color fruit etc.) When he sats down the bowl in front of you he places a slight peck to your forehead and you act like you pass out to cover the fact that you're blushing at the action.

"Princess, Are you okay?" He says truly worried about your head being stuck down because you refuse to look up at him.

"Fuck!" You say looking up terribly red. He just smiles at you realizing why you're bright red.

"I'm sorry, Beautiful. I didn't realize that's why you suddenly became so shy." He says attentatively toward you.

"It's okay I just wasn't expecting that kiss. Thank you for breakfast by the way." You say genuinely grateful.

"Brunch, Beautiful. It's brunch." Rafe says Matter-of-factly. You look at him and roll your eyes sarcastically.

"Fine! Brunch!" You say enunciating oddly.

"That's better. How was therapy yesterday?

You look at him with an awkward smile "it was..." You stop wondering what the hell to tell him "It was therapy for sure." You look at him after saying that with the most uncomfortable, disappointed 'why did you ask' kind of stare.

"Babe...what does that face mean?" He asks genuinely curious not knowing what to say next.

"I...I don't know, honestly." You say absolutely positive you DO know.

"Okay...hurry up and eat. I want to watch a movie." He says urgently.

"Which movie?" You say really scared as to what movie he has chosen to make you watch.

"Mmm" He says to think for a little bit longer not expecting such a fast response to his statement.

"Mmm what? What is happening in that odd brain of yours?" You say quietly after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

"I know what movie we're going to watch." He says suddenly. Acting weirder rhan normal.

"Okay...?" You say after wondering what kind of weird-ass stuff he's doing.

Sorry it's a little bit everywhere didn't really know what to do bc this was my first story so...yeah! If you enjoyed please let me know and do the same if you want more too. I was kinda throwing this together over the span of like...4 days? Idk. Hope you liked it bye<333

#rafe x y/n #Adorable rafe #rafe fanfiction #rafe fluff #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron

[xxlethal-lunaxx]

Me when I remember I won't see my therapist anymore

This gif it literally how I feel, just looking at my patient portal knowing soon it will be closed down and I won't ever get to see her name in my therapy appointments ever again :(

Fuck a first breakup, not getting to see your first therapist anymore is fucking me up tonight....someone who i could tell things I never really told anyone, an adult who gave me the support and acceptance I've wanted my whole life. Like idc if she was payed to do that she genuinely did care about me and was always bringing things into therapy that reminded her of me, I loved teaching her things I learned from my own research on psychology and mental health and the smile she'd make at me as I explained keeps playing in my head as my heart feels like its being stabbed. She felt like the mom I always wanted and the moment I realized that was when she announced to me that she would be leaving soon and all that time I've spent reflecting on how I wish I could have shared more with her but I was afraid to and also scared because of legal reasons.....I just miss her alot and wish her the best in life. I wanna make her proud, I want to do something good with my life.....and maybe someday she can find my name and see how far I've come.

God I'm so emotional, like I know I have a mother but oh my god my therapist was just so raw with emotions and would explain things in a way that would make me understand instead of yelling and insulting me like my mother has always done. I love my mom and always will but like my therapist has told me...she will never be the mom I want/need her to be and I have to greive that.

When I said goodbye to my therapist on Monday I tried to not cry that much, I wanted to stay strong but I also knew I had to allow myself to feel the emotions. At the end of our session she made sure it was just her and I then she hugged me....I tried holding my tears but they started coming down my face then she pouted a bit then hugged me a second time and I just started fucking bawling and then when I tried wiping my tears and looking up she said "just one more" and held me so tight and I just wish it could've lasted longer. It keeps playing in my head over and over again, I fucking miss her. I will survive and keep progressing in my healing journey because I'm strong and I know she believes in me so I will believe in me too.

I will work hard and succeed for my inner child and my therapist....

#• luna lavinchi speaking • #luna talks #vent post #in my feels #i miss my therapist #she will always be in my heart #living with cptsd #neurodivergent #anxious attachment

[zuffer-weird-girl]

A/n:This has been on my drafts for too long now. Is not one of my best works but is certainly something that I thought a lot when I first read the chapter and comung to understand Pops and Kai relationship as father and son. I hope this not come as petty or ahitty like some works of mine because this one I meant it to be... special.

Allert for murder and suicide mentions

Only by a miracle

"Why if I do even need to ask for? Just bullshit ..." he asked, barely bothering to look in your direction while he watched the news ... at least try to pretend he cared.

After the raid of the hassaikai, the league of villains; especially because of Shigaraki; taking his arms, taking away what little significance was left for the poor man, Chisaki had simply put everything aside ... his interest in things and knowledge, his goal of "cleaning the world", even of at least care about his physical and especially mental state ... the reason why you two are having this conversation right now. The only thing that he seemed to not have lost hope or interested thankfully was you.

"I just thought that maybe it was something to help you ... "you answered quietly, gently approaching and sitting right next to him" a psychologist may be a good idea especially after everything ... happened. That co-worker of mine can help and- "

"With all due respect (Y / n), I'd rather rot in Tartarus than accept someone else's help ... After all," he sighed, an empty, melancholy look in his golden eyes "that's what I deserve . "

"Stop." you immediately spoke right away, eyes burning with the urge to cry at his words. "Please, we already had this conversation ... you don't deserve it." leaning your head on his shoulder you can feel how tense his body was but soon relaxed ... as if he had actually released a weight from his shoulders.

 

sighing, your boyfriend finally seemed to slowly return to the real world than the torment that had turned his head as he looked at you.

"You're going on yours at least I hope." you nodded, gritted your teeth and widened your eyes when you saw the familiar green hair of the boy responsible for literally almost beating Kai.

You tried to take control before Kai saw it but already feeling his body tensing and the way his shoulders started to shake you already knew that he had already seen the boy.

You barely remedy what you at least think of the boy named Deku ... upset and irritated because he beat your boyfriend along with the other almost hero Lemillion beat his boyfriend or pity and fear if Chisaki happened to find him. As much as he no longer had his arms, he was still strong ... you have already witnessed several tantrums and breakdowns of his in the last few monthswhwre he had torned the small apartment you two lived now down ... his depression and panic attacks and paranoia were horrible .... but with sure what hurt you the most was when he woke up from a nightmare ... feeling a torturous pain in the place where his arms were supposed to be ... but all this was psychological pain. kai knew how much it affected you, and knowing that you were too stubborn to leave him, he insisted that you do therapy instead of him.

"Let's...turn this off." you mumbled before taking the remote and turning off the tv after turning to him and massaging his shoulders until he saw that he had calmed down at least a little.

"You know ... how about you come with me tomorrow?" you commented, happy that you had finally unlocked him a little "The same place where my therapist is where he is hospitalized and-"

"No ... he would be the last person who would at least enjot my presence angel." you frowned, your hope to at least pay a visit to the poor elderly in a coma fails again. You knew the amount of guilt and sorrow Chisaki carried of putting Pops on a coma, but behind that cold facade and th walls he had constructed, you knew better... You knew that he his intentions truly weren't on the bad side, but even you had to agree he had gone way too far on his path.

Sighing, you stood up, making Kai look i to your eyes questionably before you kissed his cheek lovingly mumbling that you were going to make his favorite for the dinner, smiling sadly at how he sighed and leaned on you, mumbling how he didn't deserves you and such things.

You went to the kitchen before jumping at your notification on your cellphone and beaming happilh at your door frame.

"Ne ne! Hon!" You put the box you just had received and openes for him to see, hoping to see him lighten up a bit.

You smiled and almost teared up when he gave one look at the box and let out a weak chuckle, looking at you with adoration.

"Seems like I wont be needing feeding anymore." He commented as you jumped on him to cage his frame on a hug as tears threteaned to spill from your eyes.

That was the first time in months Chisaki had come close to even smilling... things were slowly starting to get better... but yet, you knew it was never going to return back the way it was... and the worst?

You knew that not only you felt something was missing.

~

The next day you woke up feeling your boyfriend's arms prototics holding you close to your chest, the back of your neck feeling the warmth of his breath while his lips lightly brushed your skin. You mumbled to yourself seeing the schedule and gently raising the fake arms for you to slip past them to get out of the bed. Uou smiled when you saw and heard how Chisaki complained in his sleep at the loss of your warm, getting close to him and giving him a kiss first on his temple then lightly on his lips, stroking his hair for good measure.

Getting ready and leaving a note for Kai to see when he wakes up, you left your apartment for another appointment with your therapist ... after of course going to a flower shop.

~

"Good luck with your father-in-law, young lady"

"Thank you doctor" you responded by leaving the office and walking through the hospital corridors, avoiding the eyes of doctors and nurses when you passed and went to the room where he was. You entered with the permission of the secretary, your heart and body always seemed to freeze when seeing Pops in the vegetative state, machines saving him from death but not bringing him back from the coma that Kai had put him in.

"Good morning Pops." you whispered, exchanging the dead flowers on the table next to the machines to replace them with the new ones you had bought before your consultation "I came as every time."

Taking a chair and dragging it to the side of the bed you sat down with a sigh before smilling at the sleeping elder.

"... we miss you. All of us, both subordinates and me and ... Kai." you bit your lip before you started saying "I don't know if you can really hear me every time I say this, but I swear to you that Kai just wanted to make you proud... Pops if you knew how much he suffers and regrets doing this to you ... " you wiped the tears from your eyes with the back of your sweater. You looked at the old man's face ... resting on the hospital bed for months now.

"Doctors say that even at your age you are a fighter." you giggled before returning your attention "... I tried to bring him here but he feels so guilty that he has no courage to come face you again .... please if one day you wake up again, forgive him, please... you were the only one he trusted and respected since childhood ... "you sighed before taking the bag and giving the elderly a small and careful hug as he used to do while he was awake" I ask a thousand pardons for him... I’ll be back next week Pops, maybe I can get him to come here next time! " you giggled sadly before frowning. Saying a little goodbye, you went towards the door ... but when you touched the maceneta you froze, hearing the sound of the mattress twinks and the fabric of the sheets moving ... looking slowly over your shoulder you gasped in astonishement and shock, bringing your hands to cover your mouth while your eyes watered when you saw tired gray eyes and the little smirk that the elderly person gave you in your bed even with numerous tubes in it.

"How good it is to see you again my dear. How long have I been away?"

~

"Sir is truly a miracle that you woke up from this coma honestly." The doctor said in astonishment as you awkwardly finsighed mumbling explaining all what had happened during the elder's absence.

"The shie hassaikai members are ALL on jail?" Pops asked calmly but you cringed hard at seing how wide were his eyes as you nodded.

"We're... trying to pay Chro- I m-mean Kurono! To get out of prison though... is a start." You clenched your jaw as Pops muttered something to God as he burried his face on one of his hands.

"Well." The doctor smiled at you both as she made her exit "You still have to spend one week to check up, but soon you will be able to go away wuth your..?"

"Daughter in law." The elder sighed, finally lifted his head up to show his gratitude to the medic before she left. Looking back at you "How is my granddaughter? Eri? I suppose you didn't know about the plan that boy had on his mind."

"Y-yeah.. She is on the hands of the hero Eraserhead, as far as I know of, the U.A took her custody to help her to control her quirk for real this time." You grabbed his hand and squezzed assuringly "She is on good hands Pops. I promise you."

"For once." He sighed before giving you a smile. Your phone buzzed and you excused yourself to pick it up.

"Hey hon.." you spoke as Pops furrowed hsi eyebrows, mentioning with his hands that he also wanted to hear.

"Where are you? Your apointment should had ended by one half an hour ago?" The nonchantly voice of Chisaki made you worry about how Pops body seemed tense as he montioned for you to jot speak a thing about him.

"U-uh... it got longer?"

"You're shit at lying, you know that right?" Pops smirked while you blushed a bit.

"Sorey sorry.." you rubbed the back of your neck a bit "I-I went to that place where they sell those sweets you like, that's all."

You heard a sigh and frowned at how tired your boyfriend sounded as he spoke on a vulnerable tune you had grew used to on the past few months... but Pops widened his eyes, almost not recognizing the vouce behind that cellphone.

"Just hurry up and get back home... I feel like one of those is about to come again.." he spoke as if that were a burden, you hummed immediately promising him to be home soon before saying how much you lobed him and hanging up.

"One fo those?"

"For these past few months he had gotten depression and some PTSD attacks..."

"Hironic." The eldery sarcastically chuckled with bitter as he leaned up his back on the mattress "He was the one to put my grandauther through hell, put me on a coma, ruin the whole bussines of my family and now, he is the one with depression." You furrowed your eyebrows at that. Taking a breath in, knowing that was something that could happen you talked back.

"I know the things he had done were wrong Pops... but believe me when I say he just wanted to-"

"(Y/n) my dear. As much as I know how generous you are, you can't actually try to be on Chisaki's side this time." He glared at you as you gulped "I lost count on how much I tried talking him out of those absurd ideas of his, but as always a stubborn one, he continued on and left the path I tried to teach him for years."

"Well, with all respect sir, you cant totally blame him if he was raised by a mafia boss no less." You grumbled as the elder narrowed his eyes at you for the first ever time.

"I taught him manners. He was the one who didn't followed them. Preffering to take this dark and horrific path. The yakusa is superior to villains and what he does? Becomes one of them despite fighting others that we are not? Is he bipolar now?!"

"Pops please just listen to me... We both know he suffered before you took him in, he feels in debt with you ever since that day."

"And he retributes me with this. Putting me on a coma."

"Pops I-"

"Stop defending him kid!" He yelled and you flinched away from him in shock "That man put my own grandaughter through hell and used her as some lab rat experiment, and now not only i lost my own daughter but her as well!"

Silence consumed the room... you felt at the verge of crying before taking a huge breath in determination. You wont let him, you wont let the man who created the one you love speak like that without you giving him a reason.

"Kai done these things, thats for sure ... but his whole life he felt trapped by the fact that he never got to repay you. He had absurd ideas for that? Of course, I will not cover up his errors. But I am not going to let even you Pops speak like that. Since you already knew he wasn't listening to you, why didn't you take him away from Shie Hassaikai's work and just put more pressure on him saying that he would, one day, be the new boss? Your sucessor no less?! " he remained his glare to his hospital room window "... he just wanted you to be proud of him .. so he still protects Shie Hassaikai's honor ... Pops do you even know that he lost only his arms still fighting to give you something?!" You cried as the old man opened his eyes wide and finally looked back at you "For the past months he and I have been in our personal hell, he has nightmares every night! Do you even happen to remember that you had to comfort him the first night he slept at your house? imagine the attack only ten times worse! do you even know how it was to see him begging me for me to kill him ?! "you sobbed while the man was still in shock to hear what you said and your state.

"my dear why are you still going through this?" he said almost breathlessly while you wiped your tears, almost leaving the room.

"Because I love your son ... and I know he loves you in his own weird and antisocial way ... Please I know that it is very difficult to forgive him, but I beg Pops ... try it... both of you only have each other now...." you sighed and left the room without even saying goodbye to him or the nurses asking if you were okay.

~

Two weeks had passed after that. You remained a secret that Pops woke up from his coma to prevent Chisaki to fell on one of those nerve train racking thoughts of his...

"You win this ever time, is not fair." You whined as your boyfriend smiled, replacing the many pieces back on the shoji board back again.

"So why do you even still insist on playing it then with me no less dearest?" He asked, not exactly expecting an answer before he froze at the way you kept looking at him with love.

"Because is your favorite game. And I love seing you happy while playing it." You giggled at the immediate scoff to hide his blush as he closed his eyes, his black mask preventing you to show his smile as he mumbled an affectionate "crazy woman".

You giggled even more at that. Things were surely better than they could have been. Thanks to your teraupist you were also able to help your own boyfriend... his attacks had stopped and you never felt more relieved to see that the bags from beneath his eyes were slowly dissapearing.

"Ugh... im hungry!!!" You whined loudly again, rolling over to lay your head on his lap as he looked down at you with an arched eyebrow.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Take out." You proclaimed before he flipped your nose.

"Absolutely not. Is disgusting." He growled as you whined and put your bottom lip out.

"One time it won't hurt! Pleaseeee???? Please my devil??" You smiled mentally at seing the tip of his ears going red "please my handsome cutie softie delicious-" he hushed you with one of his fake finger son your lips as he growled.

"Fine fine, have your way brat. Jesus Christ you're so spoiled." He offered you one of his last used, that the police couldn't track, credit cards as you lowered his mask to kiss him.

"Says who again?" You giggled before sighing in bliss when he brought you close, you stradling his lap as you circled his neck with your arms, contained your noises as he trailed his kisses down to your jaw.

It has been so long since you two had-

You both growled when your cellphone ringed, but Kai still stood on his track as he mumbled in your ear for you to pick up... although he still continued to carres your thighs as he vould feel them again and lay kisses in the crook of your neck.

You widened your eyes though whem you saw that it was from the hospital... you had beem visiting and making conpany to Pops even despjte the argument you had gotten to him, but now it seemed he was free to go... shit. You couldn't hide this anymore from Kai.

Although you gasped back to the current reality when you felt a certain... hardness on his lap.

"If you tell me you have to go Im setting this place on fire." He mumbled in your neck as you whined. That surely must be the worst cockblock you two had in your relationship. You nodded as he growled again, making yourself out of his laps, he let you go hesitantly.

"What is even about this time?" He said nonchantly as he adjusted his hair back.

"I... have to go to the hospital."

"Is that therapist of yours again?" He asked in annoyance as you left in a hurry, crossing his arms and auspecting at your attitudem

"I-It will be quick!"

"You didn't answer my-" and the door closed while he sighed loudly looking up at yhe ceilingx having to deal with the problem you had caused down there "Fucking brat." He growled out loud standing up with a hiss to go to the shower.

~

The drive back from the hospital was so awkward... the pregnant silence making you go crazy as Pops remained quietly the entire ride.

"I thought a lot about what you said once my dear." You yelped and looked at him in surprise.

"Eh?"

He smiled before looking at you with a serene expression.

"I was never once a good father example for both my actual daughter or Chisaki. Part of me didn't want to believe, but Kai needed more than just my help after I took him in... Guess he took on my stubborness."

"N-no, that was not what I meant-"

"Relax kid... I just recalled what you said back there when you left. There is nothing left for me asides from trying to at least solve things with Chisaki... I cant thank you enough, both of me and him weren't on the right side, so is not on place of me to judge him... specially when I tortured a childhood friend of my once."

... wait whAT-?!

The train stopped and you hesitantly took Pops hand when he offered it to help you stand up.

You two walked before you stopped by the front of your apartment complex as you looked at Pops uncertainly, but he only nodded with a smile.

"Is time for me to speak with him after who knows how long."

You shakily entered your apartment as coincidentally Kai emerged from the tiny hall, drying his hair with a towel, already dressed on his casual clothes as he opened one of his eyes to look at you.

"Better have a good explanation or else punishment is going to be extra harder." He smirked devilish and you would have gotten turn on if it weren't from right after he widened his amber eyes as if he had saw a ghost as Pops entered, crossing his arms as he looked back at Chisaki.

"Hello, Chisaki." He spoke seriously before smilling at how the man he created for years now seemes as a fragile boy who had been caught for doing sonething silly.

You aproached Chisaki slowly before taking his hand, making him look at you to remind him it wasn't one of his paranoia events... Pops was there. Smilling at him.

It was real.

The elder aproached, a small still present on as he looked at Chisaki.

"You seem way better than the last time I saw you. I'm glad to see that."

He couldn't speak, his throat was sore, it hurted too mcuh to even breath near this man again. He knew what had happened, so why on hell was this old geezer smilling at him iut of all people?! He could feel his eyes start to burn as he clenched on your hand before flinching violently when a hand that wasn't yours rested on his shoulder.

"I'm not mad at you. Is all in the past, I know your intentions weren't what happened... and I forgive you, Kai." He pulled Chisaki for a hug and the man himself tensed accidentaly letting go of your hand and lifting his metal arms in the air awkwardly. "But I hope one day you can still forgive me for not being a good father to you... my son."

That was the last straw for the man once called himself the name of his quirk, to break completely. He cried, silently, but the river of tears falling down his eyes was still there as he clenched the back of the man as he trembled... muttering how he hated himself and how much he was ashamed and sorry as Pops also apologized.

You smiled at the scene, trying to left the room but failing when your boyfriend and Pops called you back instantly... these two had still long to talk... but Kai still wanted you there. With him. As he always wanted.

After all, you and Pops were the only concept of family he ever had learned.

#bnha villains #bnha #bnha characters #bnha x reader #bnha imagine #chisaki kai #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul x reader #overhaul #fanfic overhaul #my writings #zuffer writings

[winifredsandersonsbitch]

“Why Not Me?”

Spike x Summers!Reader, BTVS

Warnings: angst, character death, cursing, some sexual content

Description: The reader is struggling with their sister’s death and needs a helping hand. Set between the end of S5 and the beginning of S6.

This has been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute while I’ve been working on other stuff. It’s actually one of the first Spike pieces I wrote 🙈 I’m not in love with it, but I’ve been busy with other things lately and I wanted to release some new content, so here you go! I’m currently working on figuring out how to put together a masterlist and link my stories with the read more thing that I see on other fic writers’ pages so things are a little more organized.

Also (last thing, promise), I just wanted to say how much I appreciate the likes and comments you guys leave! @kind-wolf especially has helped motivate me so much in releasing new work, even if I feel it’s not my best ❤️

The first few days are hard. You wouldn’t be able to get yourself out of bed if not for Dawn. Everyone keeps peeking glances at you like you’re broken, like after your mother died but worse.

Infinitely worse, because Buffy and Dawn are your responsibility. You’re the oldest. You’re meant to protect them, to shield them. But all you’ve ever done is watch as your sister saved the world. And now even that has been taken from you.

You keep busy. You can only take so many days off work, trade so many shifts. Soon you have to go back and Dawn has to go to school, unless you want her to be taken from you, too.

Spike watches her for you while you’re at the diner. You’ve shortened your hours so you can sometimes be there with her before she goes to bed, but you’ve still got bills to pay. And you can’t bring up downsizing like you once meant to. Not when the house is the last thing linking the formerly whole Summers family together.

Willow does her best to play therapist, considering how you can’t go to a real one. First of all, they’d probably commit you for telling them your story. Second, you don’t have the strength to let anyone else in. Expanding your world to include more people only means that you have more of them to lose.

You made some mistakes in the first few weeks. You’re not proud of them by any means, but you’re doing your best to own them.

The worst one involved Spike.

One night (or, rather, morning) after your shift was over, you had come home and showered. As usual, you cried for as long as you could justify letting the water run. Then you stepped out and wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel that you almost dropped when you saw him waiting in your room.

“I think we need to have a chat, Summers.”

He patted the bed next to him, just like he had when he tagged along for the first time to your diner shift all those months ago. The gesture made you want to cry again.

“Let me get dressed,” you mumbled. You rummaged through your dresser for a tank top and sweatpants, the only types of clothing besides your uniform that you had been using since the funeral. Then you locked yourself in the bathroom.

You strongly considered crawling out the window, but you were too loud when you tried to pry it open and Spike rapped loudly on the door.

“Don’t even try it, love.”

Resigned, you came out to sprawl on your bed and wait for the lecture.

Spike started in as usual by saying that you weren’t taking care of yourself. Once again, you reminded him that you were a perfectly capable adult who was keeping an entire household running and that you didn’t need him or anyone else questioning you.

“I know you’re capable, that’s not the point—”

“Then what is the point? What right do you have—”

“I’ve been right here beside you the whole time! I’m allowed to have some input—”

“I’m sorry, is your name Spike Summers? No? Then get off my ass about—”

You could see in his eyes that he wanted to shake some sense into you. He thought you were the one being obtuse. But all you were doing, all you had ever tried to do, was to hold everything together.

“Summers,” he growled. The two of you had been inching closer together during your heated argument, your voices raised dangerously, considering Dawn was still asleep. For a moment, you saw a flicker of his other face. Even knowing he wouldn’t hurt you, you gulped. “Stop being so bloody thick about everything. You’re working yourself to death, and who’s going to be here for Dawn if you’re carted off to the hospital?”

Normally, this was the point where the tears would flow against your will, but you only felt frustrated. Then Spike tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and it boiled over.

“Let me take care of you,” he said, and you still don’t know why you did what you did next. Maybe you wanted to push him away like you had been doing with everyone else. Maybe you wanted a distraction. Or maybe you just wanted him.

You kissed him.

It was an automatic reaction, but if you had to guess, you’d say it was probably because you needed to show him that you were fine at taking care of yourself. You were still an independent agent, making your own decisions, however poor they might be. But you didn’t think that was the message he got at all, because it turned needy real quick.

His hand came to the back of your head as he wove his fingers through your hair in a tender gesture, but you didn’t want tender. You wanted the pain to be blocked out. You tried to seal yourself to him, pulling yourself into his lap. You ran your nails over his jaw, his neck, and then his chest, clawing at his shirt. He lifted it halfway, enough for you to see the defined abs that waited beneath, before he pulled away abruptly and dumped you onto the bed.

“We can’t,” he said, panting. “You’re grieving.”

“I’m fine.”

You crawled over to him and slipped off the edge of the bed to press him against the wall, but he held you back.

“You’re sick. It would be taking advantage.”

He knew before the words left his mouth that it was the wrong thing to say.

Your eyes widened and you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, suddenly wanting every trace of him off you. You stepped toward the door backwards, almost tripping over your backpack.

“No, my mom was sick,” you said with your hand on the knob. Then, whipping back around, your face contorted like a Fury: “You’re sick, you know that? You chase after me for months, following me to work, to school, telling me you don’t want to see me hurt myself. You hold me while I’m sleeping and touch me when you think no one’s watching and joke in front of the others about how you’d like to see me naked and then I give you the chance to and what? Has mourning made me so awful to you?”

Spike couldn’t have been more shocked if you slapped him. He kept waiting for your knees to buckle, for you to break down, but you never did. Not in front of the others, not in front of him. Anyone would think you were the goddamn Energizer Bunny, if not for how exhausted you looked.

“Love—”

“Don’t fucking call me that,” you said. “If you aren’t willing to ‘take advantage,’ I’ll find someone who is.”

You didn’t slam the door. Even now, you were mindful of Dawn, of how early it was. Instead, you grabbed your keys from the kitchen countertop and made it as far as the front porch before you folded in on yourself.

Not now, you pleaded, praying to a God you weren’t sure existed. Please, let me get somewhere else first.

But you couldn’t move. You kept seeing Buffy fall over and over again, tearing through the inter-dimensional portal like a silk screen, hitting the concrete hard.

You couldn’t breathe.

It was like you could see her and Dawn up top, before Buffy dived down like some kind of fucking Olympic swimmer. You had been on the ground with the others, but you could see them in that moment. Buffy taking Dawn’s face in her hands as she cried. Playing the hero. Telling your sister how she had to do this and to remember how much she loved you both.

You didn’t see or hear Spike come out on the patio or notice when he pried the keys from your hands. You were too busy sobbing silently to the point where he was worried you might pass out.

“It should have been me,” you said, not to him or yourself, but to whatever God had taken Buffy. Glory, maybe. Someone with more power than you. “I’m the oldest. I should have been there. Bring her back and take me.”

“She was the Slayer,” Spike said softly. He didn’t touch you, just sat a fair distance away and ached. “It had to be her.”

In your crazed state, you thought God was talking back, and he happened to have a British accent. You tried to reason with him.

“No, it wasn’t about that. It was about Summers blood. It could have been me, if I had gotten there in time. If—”

“You wouldn’t have made it up the steps past Glory, past the demon. You didn’t have a chance.”

“But it should have been me!” The words came out as more of a wheeze than anything else. You weren’t taking in enough oxygen to support your crying jag. “I should have been the Slayer. I’m the oldest. Why did you choose her? Was I not strong enough?”

You couldn’t open your eyes fully through all the tears. They swam in front of your vision like you were underwater, turning your car into a coral reef, the grass of the front yard into seaweed.

“Or if I couldn’t be the Slayer or the Key, then I should have been the one to jump. You know it’s true,” you pleaded. “Summers blood. It’s all the same.”

But it wasn’t. Because whatever blood was in Dawn and Buffy contained courage.

Spike didn’t know who you thought you were talking to, but he was worried you were going to knock yourself out on the steps and split your head open, with the way you were wavering back and forth, leaning forward to weep and then throwing your head back to ask why, why, why it hadn’t been you.

Finally, he had to restrain you, scooping you up into his lap and holding you tight to keep you from getting any ideas about taking a dive of your own off the porch. At first, you fought against him, thrashing like a wildcat, but you were too tired to keep it up for long.

“Why not me?” you asked him again. Your voice was muffled against his chest, but he heard you loud and clear. How could he not?

“Because you’re needed here. You’re the only thing keeping everyone sane, lo—” He cut himself off, barely remembering how much the word had upset you earlier. “You protected Buffy as best you could your whole life. And now you need to be here for Dawn.”

“No,” you said, wrestling out of his grip enough to face him. “I mean, why don’t you want me?”

Your eyes were swollen and you had just gotten snot all over his shirt, but in that moment he was so grateful that you were alive that his heart would’ve skipped a beat if it could have. He pulled you close and kissed your forehead, breathing in the smell of your shampoo, reminding himself that you were flesh and blood right before him. You were still here.

“Any other time, sweetheart, it would’ve been you,” he whispered against your cheek. You were going slack in his arms, relaxing like a kitten, unable to keep yourself upright and rigid when you were so completely spent. He could taste your tears. “I always want you. But not like this.”

“What do you—hic—mean?”

This was alright. You were a little out of it still, but you were coherent, and you weren’t trying to hurt yourself anymore. Spike resisted the urge to pull you closer, to feel your heart beat against his chest like it was his own, just to confirm you were here, solid, breathing.

“I want you when I can tell it’s real. That you don’t need someone to take your pain away and that’s it, even though I’d strip right now, right here on the porch, if I thought it would help.”

Spike thought he might get a laugh out of you there, but your eyes were unfocused. Frightening. He lifted you up like you weighed nothing, which wasn’t far from the truth now that you’d all but stopped eating, and carried you back into the house and up the stairs to your bedroom.

“I want you so much it hurts,” he promised you as he peeled back the covers to tuck you in. “Like when I’m starving for blood and there’s no one around.”

He checked your face quickly, thinking his metaphor might’ve been less-than-helpful, but when it remained blank he continued.

“I need you. That means I have to do what’s best for you, and right now that’s not sex.”

He started across the room, but you called out.

“Spike?” You sounded uncertain, fragile. “Will you stay with me? Not for... not for sex.”

“Of course I will, lo— Summers.”

He shed his t-shirt and slipped into the fuzzy bottoms you’d gotten him a few months ago, when things were not quite good but getting back to normal, and cradled you.

He gave it a couple minutes before he tried again. “Summers, you know, if you do want sex in the future and you’re not on the verge of a breakdown, I’m your guy.”

But you were already asleep.

#fanfiction #btvs #buffy season 5 #buffy the vampire slayer #spike x reader #reader insert #buffy season 6

[knifetoxgunfight]

Just The Two of Us

Word Count: 1052 Requested: Yes, on AO3 by clove6767 Genre: Fluff Pairing: Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes) Warnings: N/A

Song

Part of the Song Fics series Part 2 of Exile

Main Masterlist

Send a request or join the taglist

I see the crystal raindrops fall

And the beauty of it all

Is when the sun comes shining through

To make those rainbows in my mind

When I think of you sometime

And I wanna spend some time with you

Their shared apartment was the shell of a home. Sam and Bucky thought it best to move in together, for the sake of their own sanity. If they constantly had someone else around, there would be less chance of drastically unhealthy coping mechanisms. Moving on from Steve was hard, especially considering how unexpected it was. Steve had just seemed to adjust to the modern world and suddenly left it. Bucky’s old apartment did nothing but remind him of Steve; Memories of the times they shared together were laced into every inch of the space. When Sam asked Bucky if they could move in together, he jumped at the chance. They had barely finished moving in when the rain started; The furniture was still covered in plastic wrapping and many boxes were still left unmoved in the truck. Something about it felt like a fresh start. The rain seemed to start to wash away the pain felt by Steve’s departure, and his return. The most hurt came from Bucky, though he tried to hide it from Sam. It broke Sam that Bucky was afraid to be vulnerable. Eventually, Bucky opened up. He didn’t talk about his feelings, that wasn’t his style. Instead, on that rainy Monday morning, Bucky took Sam by the hand, pulled him down onto the plastic-covered couch, and just curled into his side. He released a sigh, Sam wrapping his arms around Bucky. There were no words shared, but plenty was said.

Just the two of us

We can make it if we try

Just the two of us

(Just the two of us)

Just the two of us

Building castles in the sky

Just the two of us

You and I

Bucky didn’t think he would ever be over Steve. When he finally left Steve in the bar weeks ago, he decided he was ready to move forward in his life with Sam. He felt ready to take steps into solidifying their life together. It took months for Bucky to let Sam in, and even then he was hesitant to open his heart. He was constantly hurt, used, and abandoned by those he trusted. He feared his own mind, what his hands could do, and had done. He wasn’t sure he was ready to let Sam hurt him too. Sam never would, not intentionally, and somewhere deep down Bucky knew that. He just couldn’t risk it. He didn’t trust himself, either. What if he hurt Sam? He wouldn’t let himself live it down. In the months it took, Sam was patient. They moved at their own pace, very slowly. One step at a time. They built the life together that Bucky had always dreamed of. Not the one he wanted to share with Steve, but rather a new dream. One that brought joy and love. They built their life together one brick at a time.

We look for love, no time for tears

Wasted water's all that is

And it don't make no flowers grow

Good things might come to those who wait

Not for those who wait too late

We gotta go for all we know

Bucky had learned, or rather was forced to learn, that tears brought him no satisfaction nor relief. Hydra had never let up on his torture for them, and they certainly did not bring Steve back. So, he didn’t cry. Or rather, he couldn’t. He leaned heavily into Sam, feeling like he had no other choice. It was either Sam or a therapist, and Bucky certainly had a preference. At first, there wasn’t necessarily a romantic aspect to their relationship. Bucky was just lonely. Slowly, he fell in love with Sam. Sam let Bucky fall into love at his own pace, never rushing him. Bucky started to push Sam away when realized what he felt. He didn’t want to be hurt again. Sam noticed his growing distance and wasn’t going to let Bucky shut him out. One day, almost out of the blue, Sam simply went to Bucky and placed their lips together. From then on, they were inseparable.

I hear the crystal raindrops fall

On the window down the hall

And it becomes the morning dew

And darling when the morning comes

And I see the morning sun

I wanna be the one with you

The first night without nightmares came as a shock to Bucky. It had taken months, but Sam eventually coaxed Bucky to sleep in the bed with him. The deal was Bucky would remove the arm, or he would sleep on the floor. Sam agreed. That resulted in a relapse of nightmares that Sam had helped him through. One particular morning, Bucky awoke to the sound of rain. He glanced at the clock, it read 11:30 am. He blinked, sitting up. He looked to his flesh hand, the metal arm sitting in its place on the dresser. Everything was normal. He wasn’t having a nightmare, but rather slept peacefully through the night. The rain slowly cleared up, raindrops slowing their descent on the window. Bucky looked to Sam, gently placing a hand on his sleeping lover’s back. Sam awoke immediately, careful not to flinch too much at the sudden arousal. He looked to Bucky, quickly sitting up and placing a hand on his thigh.

“What’s up, Buck, nightmare again?” Bucky shook his head, smiling softly.

“For the first time, no.” Sam laughed in reaction softly, smiling.

“I’m so proud of you.” Bucky hadn’t heard those words in years, not in any positive light anyways. He couldn’t remember the last person who was proud of him for something that wasn’t a murder. He smiled brightly, resting his head on Sam’s shoulder.

“Sam?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.” That was the first time those words had left Bucky’s lips in almost 80 years. Sam was taken aback for a moment. In the pause, Bucky lifted his head, almost worried for his reaction. Was it too soon? Did he screw up the only good thing he had left?

“I love you too Bucky.”

Just the two of us

(We can make it, just the two of us)

Let's get it together baby (yeah)

(Just the two of us)

Just the two of us

(We can make it, just the two of us)

#Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #Sam Wilson Fluff #Bucky Barnes Fluff #Sambucky #Sambucky fluff #bucky barnes x sam wilson #sam wilson x bucky barnes #Sam x Bucky #bucky x sam #fluff #songfic #marvel #mcu #avengers #marvel fluff #mcu fluff #avengers fluff #just the two of us #knifetoxgunfightsongfic #knifetoxgunfight

[fanfic-hoe]

The Boys Helping their S/O through Depression

Disclaimer: this is based purely on my own experience (which is undiagnosed becuase we don’t really have the money for me to see a therapist or anything), everyone deals differently and everyone has different symptoms and reactions. Please reach out to someone you trust and no you are not alone 💜

I am writing this mostly for myself as a bit of a fluffy little pick me up i guess, if anything i write offends you please let me know and i will take it down or alter it

but please enjoy soft fluffy HCs with the karasuno boys :)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Daichi

daichi is very supportive of you

very understanding and patient

let’s you take your time and makes sure you’re as comfortable as possible with him

makes sure you know that you can share anything with him but won’t force you to

when you get especially worked up he lets you cry and yell into his chest while he wraps his arms securely yet gently around you

waits patiently while it runs its course through you and then he first helps you get your breathing under control

then he lets you try to talk it out

or if talking about it just gets you worked up again he talks to/for you, speaking very gently, encouraging and comforting words

will just sit in silence with you on his lap and your head nuzzled on his shoulder with your arms around his neck and his arms around your waist, his hands rubbing circles into your skin to help you relax

eventually tries to distract you and talk you out of it a bit or put on your favourite show/movie just to see a hint of your smile so he knows you’re gonna be ok

never lets you get up from his lap

overall very loving and patient

Suga

sits you down between his legs with your back against his chest, his arms loosely wrapped around you and rests his chin on your shoulder and talks to you in a soft tone

will encourage you to try and explain what you’re thinking and get everything off your chest and helps you clear your head

holds your hand while you’re talking and gently squeezes it to encourage you to keep going

will also just hold you if you can’t talk about it and instead gently tells you everything he loves about you

will also just hold you in silence if that’s what you need

will only leave to get you water or food or whatever else you need to get you through the wave you’re going through

but immediately wraps you back up in his arms when he’s back with whatever you need

Asahi

very understanding and supportive

lays you down in the bed and pulls you into his chest, no matter how big or small you are he still makes you feel completely safe and protected in his arms

listens very intently becuase (i feel like) he knows what it’s like to struggle with mental health

encourages you to wrap your arms around him and hold as tightly as you need to if you get worked up and talks you through it

he helps you slow your breathing and calm back down

is patient through every wave that hits you no matter how long or how close/far apart they are

holds you tight when you’re feeling drained

gives you the best advice and tells you exactly what you need to hear

already has your favourite snacks, water, and your favourite show/movies lined up for when you’re feeling better because he probably sensed it coming

makes sure you know that he’s there for you and loves you more than anything

Nishinoya

more understanding than you’d expect because of how close he is with Asahi

let’s you set your boundaries and respects them

does whatever you need him to

but if you can’t really say anything, he moves very slowly so he can read your response to what he’s doing if he needs to stop and reassess

listens when you speak and responds in the softest voice he can manage

will hold you close to his chest so you can listen to his heartbeat

holds you hand and rubs little circles into the back of it

gently kisses your forehead

if you’re done talking he does his best to cheer you up

understands that you don’t have the energy to really laugh but still tells you jokes to try and make you smile a bit

is very proud and happy if you do

will get you all the snacks if he feels you’re at all better than when it started

loved you so much he just wants you to be ok and will do everything in his power to make sure that you know that

such a sweet boy

the quietest he’s ever been

Tanaka

maybe not as understanding but what he doesn’t understand he makes up for in support

listens to everything you tell him, even in passing

like if you’re just talking on a regular day when you feel fine and you mention something that normally helps you he will immediately try to memorise that thing and definitely writes it down when he gets the chance

let’s you move him where you need him and holds you however you want

does his best to talk you through the particularly bad waves but will stay silent if it’s not doing anything and just holds you tighter

carries you around, if you let him, so he can keep and eye on you while he gets food and water for you

will tell you stories to try and distract you

tried to make you laugh

is a little disheartened when you barely manage a smile, if at all, but he never takes it personally

holds your hand and tells you how much he loves you

helps you stay strong through the worst of it

Tsukishima

is kind of the silent supporter

sits on the bed and let’s you curl up into his side with his arm around you and gently rubs your arm

listens to every word you say

never interrupts you

takes it very seriously, this is one of the few times he’s never sarcastic or anything, he wants you to know he truly does care about you

he says few words but is very kind and unjudgemental

wants to make you feel safe and comfortable with him

keeps a few bottles of water next to him for you

shares his music with you to help you relax

when he feels like you’re starting to come out of it he jokingly complains about Kageyama and Hinata to try and make you smile

softly talks to you about dinosaurs to keep your mind from drifting back to what set your depression in motion this time

very serious, but gentle and calm

Yamaguchi

sits next to you and has his hand on your back rubbing patterns to try and release the tension in your muscles

tells you it’s ok to feel everything you’re feeling and helps you work through your thoughts

super understanding

also gives very good advice and knows exactly what to say

makes sure to keep you hydrated and tries to get you to eat a little bit

pulls you into his chest when you start getting worked up

holds you tightly when a really bad wave hits you

makes you look in his eyes and helps you control your breathing while he cradles your face in his hands

will talk to you about volleyball when you’ve talked through it to keep your mind off of it

tells you jokes that are actually good so you smile a little bit

kisses your forehead and tells you he loves you

supportive and encouraging in the most gentle way possible

Hinata

is a little confused because he’s just a ball of sunshine but listens to every word you say when you try to explain it to him so he can better support you

tries so hard to understand and does research on depression so he can help you through it as best he can

lays you down on the couch and puts your head in his lap and strokes your hair gently or caresses your cheek with his thumb

wipes away all your tears and pulls your hand up to his face to press little kisses to your knuckles

tells you that everything’s gonna be ok

tells you he loves you and that he will never leave you

keeps your favourite snacks and drinks next to him in case you feel hungry/thirsty

shows you pictures of dogs or cats or whatever your favourite animal is to try and take your mind off it

overall a little confused but he’s got the spirit

Kageyama

very understanding though he doesn’t know how to help you as much as he wishes he could

will do everything you ask him to

kinda just lets you lay on top of him or whatever you want to do

tentatively wraps his arms around you

always asking if what he’s doing is ok

wants to make you feel comfortable and safe

slowly rubs your back

listens to you very closely and nods his head to show that he is in fact listening

will gently kiss you wherever he can reach-your temples, your cheeks, your forehead, shoulder, just whatever he can get to

holds you hand and tells you to squeeze when your going through a bad wave

wipes your tears with his shirt or his sleeve

makes sure to tuck you and and give you all the pillows and plushies you need when he gets up to get you water

sits right outside the door if you need to use the restroom

envelopes you right back into his arms when you come back out and walks you back to the bed

i feel like he would sing to you and it would either be really gentle and soothing or kind of bad and make you laugh a little bit

doesn’t really know what to say to help you but does his best to articulate that he is there for you and cares about you so much

will do anything to see you smile again

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

thanks you much for reading my self projection fanfic lol i’ll also try to do the other teams for this one as well so hopefully i can get that done soon

but in all seriousness i hope you have someone you trust to reach out to if you ever feel down, take care of yourselves 💜💜

please feel free to request something too if you feel like it and here’s my masterlist if you want to read my other stuff :)

#haikyuu fan #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu tanaka #haikyuu daichi #haikyuu sugawara #haikyuu asahi #haikyuu nishinoya #haikyuu tsukki #haikyuu yamaguchi #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu kageyama #new writers corner #i need a hug #new fanfic #new writing blog #new writers society #new writers on tumblr #anime fanfiction #anime fandom #anime #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader hc #haikyuu fluff #fluff