Nanami Kento Comes Home From A Particularly Exhausting Day With His Aching Shoulders Slightly Slumped

a fleeting thing

breath, love // rindou x g.n! reader

genre — hurt / comfort

warnings — breakdowns, crisis, implied panic attack

wc — 578

request — Hii ! I go by J , i saw your requests are open so i tought i might try to request . I apologise if my request mde you uncomfortable in any way or if it doesn't make sense- Could i request a hurt/comfort scenario/headcanons ( whatever ur more comfy with ) with eighter Sanzu or/and Rindo ? Ive been pretty overwhelmed lately because i have extra classes and my grades are rlly bad- Im allways exhausted and i can barely get any sleep or even eat . So maybe the character comforting the reader after they break down because they feel like they're not good enough and because their parents r putting a lot of pressure on them ? Again i apologise if i made any spelling mistakes or if what i wrote dosent make any sense ! Feel free to ignore my request if it makes you unconfortable or if you dont want to wirte it !Thank you and have a great day/night !

A.N — Im so sorry for not posting this earlier J, I was going through something similar and honestly I didn't have a mind for anything, hope you are better and lots of light and love to you <3 (I don't write for Sanzu, excuses in advance)

he came in the afternoon, closing the front door of you house, heading straight to your room. he was late and he knew it, everything he wanted was to be with you but business came accross and he could not ignore it.

sobbing could be heard feet away from your door, panic started to arise in his body and when he open the door he almost cried, the sight of you shattered his soul in pieces, your eyes were puffy, your lips and nose were red from crying, tears streaming down your face uncontrolably, you were holding your chest, sign that you were having problems breathing. he almost froze in that moment but you were more important, he inmediately went to you, holding you in his arms, he started counting from 1 to 5, trying to get you to follow him.

you felt somewhat ashamed of your state, this had happened to you a few times before but never in front of someone else, and you didn't want rindou to find you in that state, vulnerability is difficult to show, you were a mess, a 'controled mess' as you liked to say, it wasn't necessary for him to see you in this position you thought, everything was under control you thought, but you couldn't be more wrong.

incoherent words came out of you plus the fact you couldn't properly breath. you followed his direction, his voice was calming and soothing, his arms held you closely to his body, providing warmth to your fragile body.

once you calmed down, he gave you a hug, waiting for you to talk, he wasn't good with words so he waited, and waited, and he would always wait, only when you were ready you said to him how school was hard and your parents were crushing you, how the pressure was too much to bare, how everything accumulated, how many sleepless nights you had, how complicated things were turning out, how you really felt. tears and tears flooded and you were tired of holding them back. rindou tave you a space and time to let it all out, he gave you security to be you, with everything it camed with.

he was so assuring even if he didn't say anything, he just watched and contemplated with empathy, your body acted on its own hugging him so tightly you could swear he was uncomfortable, but nothing of the matter. he palmed your back very gently and said "breathe, love, this that you feel is valid, you are valid. take a break on everything and focus on yourself, and never forget to breath" giving you a kiss on the forehead. it seemed like he was crying too but who wdre you to judge, you didn't care about that, you couldn't even think straight anymore, a wave of emotions and thoughts cane out of you harshly, not giving you time to analyze your situation, tears replaced words.

it was one of your most intimate moments, just you two being vulnerable and opening up to each other, trust building up and love florishing from the bottom of your hearts.

rindou never saw you as weak, never doubted your needs and actions, he was very certain that this was what you needed, him.

maybe he came late to you, maybe he should have noticed before, but you where with him in that instant and that's what mattered the most.

Unexpected Chapter 18

summary: what to expect when you’re expecting the child of a rich, womanizing, alcoholic, unredeemable asshole? and what to do when the unexpected, improbable, irrational happens?

pairing: jean kirstein x (fem) reader

genre: modern au, 18+

warning: jean and reader arguing, postpartum, angst 

When Jean went back to the office – a week after the baby’s birth – he was pleasantly surprised by all the congratulations he got. People whose names he didn’t even know smiled at him and shook his hand. Pieck hugged him, which was bizarre and somewhat uncomfortable. Sasha came to his office to perch on his desk and flick through the hundreds of photos he’d taken on his phone since the birth. Connie brought champagne and cigars for the whole floor.

Less surprising, and much less pleasant, were all the messages Mr. Ackerman had left. They ranged in timbre from furious to businesslike to mind-numbingly boring. He rested his head in his hands as he listened to them, too exhausted to get riled up. He’d slept no more than three hours at a time since his daughter’s birth.

In some ways, it was a relief to be back at the office. Y/n had cried every day since the baby had been born. Most of the time, she cried in the shower, or when he went to his penthouse to get more clothes and freshen up. Her eyes were tell-tale, though. They were red-rimmed and swollen. He didn’t ask why she cried. He assumed it was hormones run amuck, and he knew that when it came to Y/n, hormonal sobbing was only one misstep away from hormonal rage.  

For her part, the baby didn’t bother hiding her tears or her indignation. She seemed to cry whenever she was awake. She was particularly apt to wail until she was red in the face if it was in the middle of the night.

Jean was hopeless in the face of all this. Feeding the baby worked, so he tried feeding Y/n. That didn’t work. No matter what he brought her or made her, she picked at it listlessly. Letting Y/n curl up in bed and sleep, undisturbed, worked.  The baby seemed determined never to sleep, no matter how much he begged and rocked and paced. He would bottle-feed her pumped breastmilk so Y/n could sleep, and still, she’d cry and cry.

Her crying would keep Y/n awake, and she’d say, wan-faced, “Please make her stop.”

“I’m trying.”

“Please.”

“I’m trying!” His temper would flare up, stoked by his frustration and exhaustion, and then he’d tamp it down. “Go back to bed.”

When she did, Jean would speak to the baby, in a hushed, urgent voice. “Okay, sweetheart. Mommy needs sleep. You have to stop crying.” The baby would only cry harder as if she could sense his distress.

Bargaining worked with neither Y/n or the baby. Neither of them would listen to reason.

It was slowly driving him insane. He was a man of reason. He was ready to be back at work. Guilt plagued him, but in his office, he was in control. He kept his own schedule, not the schedule of a six-pound dictator. It was blessedly quiet.

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Boys Will Be Bugs

1.5k words

The first generation of Black Dragon meet an artist!reader at school and slowly become friends.

Platonic!Wakasa, Benkei, Akashi x gn!reader and slightly romantic Shinichiro x reader

I don’t really like this (I don’t like this at all) but I already wrote it so I decided to just post it lol

Shinichiro sighs and looks around, searching for an empty classroom. Letting his friends meet him at his school was already a mistake, since the principal isn’t very friendly towards people from other schools. If anyone snitches to the principal, he’s dead. His grandfather won’t let him live this down and on top of that he’ll get detention. Wakasa, Benkei and Akashi surely make other’s heads turn towards them, because of their scary aura. The fact that they’re well known delinquents doesn’t make it any better. Shinichiro glances through a little window on a door and the classroom seems empty. They walk into it and he let’s out a sigh, feeling relieved.

The guys sit down on a few chairs that were in the classroom and start talking about gang business. Though the eldest Sano’s joy was short lived. The classroom door opens and you walk in, holding your tote bag full of art supplies. With earphones on and deep in thought you don’t notice the three scary looking delinquents and their stressed leader staring at you. You put down the bag and turn around to walk towards your unfinished painting that was left in the classroom. That’s when you notice the four guys that look so out of place, it was funny. Your lips part a bit and you raise your eyebrows out of surprise.

“Uhh.. Can I help you?” You clear your throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you guys in the art club before. Or are you new?”

Shinichiro quickly stands up, blush covering his whole face. He was embarrassed, but also feeling shy, because he just saw the most beautiful person ever. How are you even real?

“Oh.. Sorry. I thought this club was over already and we really needed an empty classroom.” He explains, hoping you won’t turn around and walk to the principals office to snitch on him. You let out a hum.

“The art club should start in like ten or fifteen minutes.” You notice his face drop. “But the sewing club just ended twenty minutes ago and no one should be in the classroom by now.”

“Is the classroom unlocked?” Akashi asks, looking at you. The look he gave you made shivers run down your spine, but you shook it off quickly.

“Oh right.. I can give you the key. And once you guys are done with whatever, you can just bring it back to me. I can trust you, yeah?” Shinichiro quickly nods. “Okay so, when you come here to give me back the key, if I’m not the one to open the door, just tell them that you need to talk to (L/N) (Y/N).” You grab the classroom key from your bag and give it to Sano.

“How come you have your own key?” He asks.

“I go to the sewing club and most of the time I’m the last one to leave. Sometimes even hours later..” you blush a bit. “So they just gave me a key, so I can stay for however long I want.”

They say a quick thanks and leave the art club. But that wasn’t the last time they saw you. For a month straight, every Tuesday, they would walk into the classroom before art club started and you would give them the key. You even considered to make them one of their own, but quickly crossed out that thought. It wasn’t your place to do that. The teacher and principal trusted you, and you didn’t want to loose the trust.

But one day, the sewing club lasted way longer than expected. You were all alone in the art club classroom and they walked in, a bit slumped.

“Here’s your key.” Wakasa dropped it on your table. “The club isn’t over and they should be there for a few more hours.”

The guys almost walked out of the class, but before they could, you lowered the music you were listening to and let out a sigh.

“You could stay here y’know that right?” The paintbrush you were holding, was dipped into water. “I’m listening to music with earphones on. I won’t hear whatever you all are talking about. Plus I put all of my attention to painting, so no need to worry. It’ll be like I’m not even here.”

And they did stay that day. And the next week. And the next.. Slowly, but surely you all became friends. They would bring you snacks and would tell you to take a break from painting, since you would stay in one place for hours. You got to know them and they got to know you. Though when painting you would still put on your earphones and listen to whatever was playing from your playlist, as loud as possible.(sometimes they would talk so loud, you would still hear them, no matter how loud the song was. But your full attention was on painting, so you wouldn’t know exactly what they were talking about, just a few snippets here and there).

One day they walked into the classroom and it seemed like nothing was out of the ordinary. Except for Shinichiro’s hair. He ditched the hair gel. You thought it looked better that way. You were having an art block and couldn’t paint anything and on top of that, you forgot your headphones. They didn’t mind if you heard what they were talking about. Shinichiro even stood up and did a few fighting moves (they looked more like dance moves, but you didn’t want to ruin his mood by saying that) while talking about the latest fight they were in. An idea crossed your mind and you went straight to work.

A week later they barged into the classroom, and found you drinking coffee, while looking at a huge painting you were working on. That day you didn’t forget your headphones and were once again listening to music. They gave you whatever snacks they packed for you and sat down to talk. Your presence was calming for them. They had no need to come back to that classroom (Wakasa, Akashi and Benkei especially. They didn’t even go to this school. By the looks of it, they showed up to your school more than theirs), but they did. It felt cozy. They even changed up their schedule and came to that classroom after art club was over, knowing that you’ll stay there for a few more hours.

But that day you left earlier than usually. You left them the classroom key and a big envelope. They opened it as soon as you left and found portraits of them. Every single portrait had a different bug drawn on it. There was a butterfly flying around Wakasa, a bee on Sano’s nose, a dragonfly sitting on Akashi’s shoulder and a grasshopper on Benkei’s head. They furrow their brows and look at each other’s drawings. As they turn them around to see if there’s anything there, they notice handwritten notes.

“Sano Shinichiro, bees are not designed to be able to fly. I read it somewhere on a newspaper and it NEVER left my mind. But they really wanted to fly and adapted so they could. Can you imagine that?? How cool. Bees also symbolise hard work and dedication. You remind me of a bee. You work so hard for others. (I also didn’t think you’re “designed” to be a gang leader, but it seems like all is going well. I’m happy for you.) But like a bee, you need to sometimes stop and look at the pretty flowers (they suck the nectar, but I don’t think I want to see you trying to suck nectar from flowers). By that I mean, stop and look around. Life is great. Spend some time with yourself, or just go do something fun! You overwork yourself.”

“Wakasa Imaushi. Butterflies are not only beautiful, but also have mystery and symbolism. They are a metaphor representing transformation, change, hope and life. I know it was hard for you to change your ways and drop your own gang. But maybe it was time for a change? I notice how happy the guys make you. You just try not to show it, huh? Your “I’m too cool to give a fuck” face doesn’t work on me. Butterflies also remind us that life is short. So live your life to the fullest. You’re a cool dude.”

“Akashi Takeomi. To a warrior, a dragonfly tattoo represents agility, power, speed, victory, and courage. You remind me of a warrior. You’re this big scary guy (you’re not actually THAT scary..) and most people fear you. You have this strong aura around you. (You remind me of the God of war Ares. But better, because you’re a very nice guy. Thank you for always buying me drinks! I never thought I’d like that brand, because they seemed too sweet for my liking, but now I’m hooked.) Dragonflies encourage people to get rid of their doubts and live life to the fullest. You remind me of a dragonfly for some reason.”

“Arashi Keizo. Grasshoppers are interesting bugs. Their carefree life is a reminder to enjoy the pleasures of life. (I hope you’re enjoying your life, I think you’re a really great and friendly guy. Thank you for the snacks, you somehow always bring my favourite snacks?? Wizard.) Having the grasshopper as your spirit animal means that you have a lovely personality and people tend to enjoy your company. (I enjoy your company. And the other’s as well. Thank you, Sano, Akashi and Wakasa for always keeping me company. I now realise how lonely it was without you here.)”

Shinichiro starts to blush and realises you just screwed him over. The small crush he had on you, just turned into a way bigger one. They all smile and share the little notes they got with the portraits. And as they were trying to put the drawings back into the envelope, so they could safely bring them back home, they notice something written on it too.

BOYS WILL BE BUGS