#daichi x reader

[araneol]

sometimes i make myself sad thinking about how realistically my faves wouldn't be into chubby girls (as a chubby girl) but then i remember that "realistically" means fuck all in fandom lmfao

[mimi-sunny]

things i find insanely attractive ─ haikyuu edition

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 : 𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 : 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽! 𝗅𝗂𝗂𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒, 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 : 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗇𝗀𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 : 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝟦𝟧𝟢-𝟩𝟢𝟢 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺.𝗇 : 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝟤 | 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼. 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝟥 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝟤 !! 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 <𝟥 | 𝗃𝗎𝗃𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗎 𝗄𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖲𝖮 𝖢𝖫𝖮𝖲𝖤 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖧𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖪 𝖴𝖯

starring : kageyama; tsukishima; kuroo; oikawa; iwaizumi; bokuto; ushijima; sakusa; suna

the subway was too cramped. you stood at the far back, leaning against the surface behind you while your friend held onto the metallic bar next to you. the entire ride, irritation had been etched onto his face, his eyebrows permanently furrowed in nothing but frustration. and the more the train welcomed passengers, the less patience he had. 

“should’ve taken the car,” he had sighed earlier when someone’s elbow dug into his side. more to himself than anyone, really, given how you didn’t hear a word he had said.

truth be told, you didn’t really mind the crowded space – although the heat was unbearable. 

even so, you could handle it. if it meant being so close to him. 

as the subway stopped at yet another station, more people made their way inside, the ones behind him pushing onto him until his other hand slammed onto the wall behind you, startling you the slightest bit.

slowly, you tilted your chin up, eyes raking over the width of his torso, the broadness of his shoulder. catching onto the way his throat bobbed, the shock written in his eyes, equally as wide as yours. hot breath fanned over your face, the scent of his cologne dizzying. the hand beside your head dropped, brushing over your arm as it did so, goosebumps rising on your skin at the barely-there contact.

you didn’t say anything. didn’t crack a joke to ease the tension. simply stared up at him, utterly dumbfounded, scared that if you even dared to open your mouth, your feelings would tumble out of it before you could even think about stopping yourself. 

and they felt so, so heavy. so hefty. so much more burdensome than anytime they ever had in the past few years. worse than when you were still a naive high school student. you’d always guarded yourself, kept emotional distance between the both of you, made sure that you’d never dare to play with the line between what you were and what you wanted to be to him. 

and yet. the fact that it could have taken such a small incident for you to spill all your secrets to him was embarrassing, really. 

“sorry,” he suddenly muttered, bringing your attention back to the situation at hand. 

the smile he offered you was tight. barely reached his eyes. 

you shook your head, lashes fluttering as you looked at anything but him. but he was not having it, for once allowing himself to act on impulse instead of thinking about it. his fingers found yours, his skin hot against yours, pulling gently on them until you finally looked up at him again, mouth dry. 

“don’t look away,” he murmured, loud enough so only you could hear, his tone almost pleading. 

“look at me.”

and how could you refuse him.

𝖯𝖴𝖫𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖢𝖫𝖮𝖲𝖤𝖱 𝖡𝖸 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖨𝖲𝖳

starring : daichi; sugawara; kuroo; iwaizumi; matsukawa; akaashi; kita; osamu; suna

you barely found time to spend with your boyfriend. 

your busy schedules barely ever align, often only having the time for a quick lunch together or even a small coffee break before finding yourselves late to your respective occupations. and while you could be understanding, you couldn’t help but feel lonelier and lonelier the more time passed. it wasn’t lost on him, noting how defeated you’d look when he’d excuse himself or when your manager would ask you to hurry back to your office.

and so, on his way back home a few days ago, when he’d caught sight of a flyer promoting a summer festival, he was quick to cancel all of his plans that evening and urged you to do the same.

you’d felt giddy the entire time you were getting ready, opening your apartment door to find him dressed in a black yukata, chuckling at the loose belt around his waist, prompting him to turn around so you could fasten it for him properly. 

“you look beautiful,” he had told you, pressing a tender kiss to your temple after taking in the breathtaking sight of you in your own floral attire. 

the festival was booming. kids ran around and away from their worried parents while couples strolled around, hand in hand. and so were you, fingers intertwined with your boyfriend’s while you held a candied apple in the other, swinging both your and his arm happily as you chatted away. 

suddenly, your eyes caught sight of flames rising to the sky and, without thinking, you dragged your poor boyfriend to the food stalls. visibly, you weren’t the only one who’d been attracted by the fire, dozens of people standing before the, supposedly, seafood stand. the cook was seemingly much better at charring the squids and scallops, rather than actually cooking them. 

while he didn’t really care much for the spectacle, your boyfriend didn’t mind staying here for a few minutes if it meant seeing you beam this way, amazed by the display of poor cooking skills taking place in front of you. 

a movement on your right caught his eyes, noticing someone trying to slip between you and the person behind you. not thinking too much about it, his arm looped around your waist, bringing you the tiniest bit closer to him. the sudden contact made you jump, drawing a small smile on his face. but he didn’t say anything, simply pulling you into him a bit more. 

your shoulder brushed against his chest, his cheek resting on top of your head as he tried to find the same interest you did in the impromptu show. 

although he knew you were far too distracted to even care about it anymore.

𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖨𝖭 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖧𝖠𝖨𝖱 𝖶𝖧𝖨𝖫𝖤 𝖧𝖴𝖦𝖦𝖨𝖭𝖦

starring : sugawara; kageyama; kenma; akaashi; iwaizumi; kita; sakusa

you felt like it’s been forever since the last time you’d seen your beloved boyfriend. while he had promised to be quick about his family visit, you couldn’t help but feel like your chest was nothing but a gaping whole, missing his presence like no other, praying that your missing piece would just make its way back to you. 

“you’re being overly dramatic,” your friend had sighed over the phone at your shenanigans. “he’s only been gone for two days and he’s coming back tomorrow.” 

it didn’t matter to you. your plushies weren’t big enough to help you drift to sleep, the fleece blankets not warm enough to shield you from the oh-so freezing summer breeze at night. worst of all, you had to take the subway back home every evening instead of sitting in the comfortable passenger seat of his car and dozing off. 

and so, mourning his absence like a widow, you strolled around your shared apartment wearing the clothes he had left behind and drinking in his mugs, drowning yourself in his cologne and sleeping in his side of the bed in hopes that maybe, just maybe, you could feel a bit of the warmth he’d left behind. 

your nap was disrupted by the sound of keys jingling at the door. 

it was a bit embarrassing, really, how quickly your ears caught onto the sound, regardless of you being half-asleep. 

without thinking twice, you rolled off the bed, landing on the floor with a small yelp. not letting the pain in your butt stop you, you rose to your feet, practically bouncing your way to the front door. 

at the sight of you running up to him, your boyfriend didn’t hesitate before letting his bags drop to the floor, catching onto the adorable yet sleepy smile painted on your face and the messiness of your hair and the shirt you’d clearly stolen from his side of the closet. 

with a small huff of laughter, he opened his arms to you, letting you burrow yourself in his embrace. no words were spoken between the two of you, the silence interrupted by soft sighs and quiet giggles. lopping your arms around his torso, you buried your face into his neck, your need for his warmth and presence finally quenched. 

his hand rested on the small of your back, pressing you impossibly closer to him, face buried into your hair while his other hand rested on the back of your head. he swallowed harshly, suddenly realizing how much he’d missed this, how much he’d missed you.

sure, you did speak on the phone every day he had spent away. and sure, it wasn’t like the two of you were separating for that long. but God, did he never want to be apart from you ever again.

his arm tightened its hold around your midriff, squeezing you closer to him and you made a noise akin to a squeal, your laughter muffled into his skin as he mumbled something about stringing you along with him the next time he’d have family matters to attend to. 

your hands caressed his back, nodding along to his nonsense.

you wished you could have melted into him.

𝖧𝖨𝖬 𝖡𝖤𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖦𝖮𝖮𝖣 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖫𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖭

starring : sugawara; daichi; yamaguchi; hinata; kuroo; akaashi; kita; osamu; atsumu

you’ve always been convinced that you’d rather walk on a thin bridge of needles, barefooted, above a lava lake, rather than get pregnant. 

the absolute nightmare of spending nine months of utter suffering, throwing up and waddling around like a penguin was not on your to-do list. 

not now. not tomorrow. not ever. 

and to think that it only took your baby cousin visiting your messy apartment while your boyfriend was around to re-consider the promise you’d made to yourself as a teenager was embarrassing, in a way. 

it wasn’t your fault, really. and it wasn’t like you had planned this. your aunt, who was weirdly close to your age, had dropped off her adorable daughter at your house, claiming that she needed someone to babysit the toddler as she had an impromptu meeting to attend to. and who were you to refuse, really, not minding whatever she was saying as you were way too busy holding the baby in your arms and cooing lovingly at her. 

she’d always been an angel, according to your aunt, and you couldn’t agree more. barely crying when her mother left, finishing her bottle with no issue. to top it off, it only took a few, gentle taps to her back to burp her. 

you’d spent most of the morning on your own, absentmindedly patting her tummy while she napped beside you, feeding her when it was time and watching her try her hardest to solve the shape puzzles laid on the floor, her eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration.

your boyfriend had sent you a text you were too distracted to see and it was quite a surprise to find him ringing your apartment bell. and you could tell he was equally as confused, staring at the baby you were holding on your hip beaming at him.

safe to say it only took them ten minutes to become inseparable.

“she’s such an angel,” he said, fondness coating his words as he encouraged her to crawl to him. 

and she’d clearly taken a liking to him. you didn’t mind the break, laying comfortably on your couch, watching the both of them communicate in babbles. well, you were mainly watching him, truth be told, discovering a side to him that you’d never seen before. 

to say that you liked it would be an understatement. 

it was adorable, truly, watching him be so invested in the conversation between them, repeating the half-words she was squealing at him with such a tender look to his eyes and applauding her when she’d solve her little games, to which she’d respond by bouncing in place, overjoyed that she was being showered in praise. 

unfortunately, your aunt just had to interrupt the peaceful atmosphere in your flat and it took everything in you to not hide her baby away so you could keep her a bit longer with you. and it seemed like your cousin didn’t want to leave either, seeing how her lips wobbled and her eyes turned glassy, distressed by the fact that she couldn’t stay longer.

after bidding her a painfully long and emotional goodbye, you closed the door behind you, flopping back onto the couch while he sat on the floor in front of you, leaning his back onto the coffee table behind him, bringing his water bottle to his lips.

it took you a few seconds of staring before you spoke up again.

“y’sure you don’t want a football team?”

needless to say, he almost choked on his drink. 

𝖲𝖫𝖮𝖶, 𝖫𝖠𝖹𝖸 𝖪𝖨𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖦

starring : kenma; akaashi; suna; osamu; sakusa

you’d been so stressed out lately. 

between your countless deadlines and the sudden family drama you were dragged into, you didn’t know where to look or where to start. and it wasn’t lost on your boyfriend. he noticed the way you were easily irritated lately, the frustration wrapping around your words, how jittery you’d been, the permanent frown on your face. 

he hated to see you like this.

and while he did wish he could take the weight off of your shoulders, it wasn’t like he could just barge into your familial issues or do the work you’d gotten a degree for. 

thus, he was limited to little actions he hoped would help ease your situation a bit. he’d been on kitchen duty for the past month, cooking up your favorite meals every night and making your coffee exactly how you like it in the morning. 

the apartment you both shared had always been tidy yet it felt pristine every time you’d walk in lately, finding no dust particles in the air and the wooden floor scrubbed perfectly. you could even see yourself through it. 

hell, he’d make sure you never ran out of anything, checking you makeup and skincare drawers every week despite knowing such products don’t need refills for a good amount of time. yet you’d still find lipglosses and serums you were sure weren’t there in the first place. 

despite his best efforts, there was no helping your situation. so he opted for the next best thing he could think of. 

arms crossed and leaning against the doorway, he watched you huff and puff about your irritating uncle, rambling about evil he was, always bringing his opinion where it wasn’t needed. cruelly enough, your boyfriend wasn’t paying mind to your words, simply observing you with a fond smile. 

as you came closer to him, his hand grabbed ahold of yours, pulling you closer to him despite your protests.

“i have to sleep,” you whined to him, glaring up with exhaustion written all over your face. 

tenderly, his lips pressed against your forehead, caressing their way down the space between your eyebrows. his other hand slid up your arm, drawing shivers all over your skin, grazing the length of your neck before tilting your chin up, eyes meeting yours. 

“i know,” was the only thing he’d said before his lips pressed against yours. 

and with the way your shoulders immediately relaxed, how your arms looped around his neck and the soft sigh slipping past your mouth, he wondered why he didn't opt for this option from the very beginning of your torment.

he’d assumed that, given your distressed state, you wouldn’t want anyone close enough that you could feel their presence. yet he found that he was wrong, seeing how you melted so easily into him, all the tension you had stored within you forming a pathetic puddle at your feet. 

his lips were soft, slightly chapped, yet so gentle as they moved against yours. he kissed you like he had all the time in the world, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other cradled your face like you were made of glass, thumb stroking against your cheek lovingly. 

he didn’t rush anything, humming as your fingers played with his hair, tilting your head back the slightest bit as he deepened the kiss.

despite his slow pace, you couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling that was taking over you. heat pooled at the pit of your stomach as his tongue slid against yours, a small noise tumbling out of your mouth when his teeth nipped playfully at your bottom lip. 

when he took a step forward, you took two back. until the back of your knees hit the bed behind you, forcing you to break away from him as you fell onto the mattress. 

with a small chuckle, your boyfriend sat beside you, his hand caressing your cheek as he stared at you with nothing but adoration and something akin to hunger. 

“let me take care of you, yeah?” 

the next day, you’d called in sick.

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[tyger-lyli]

was hit with a very random and possibly very angsty idea for Cop Sawamura Daichi...

Will I write it with care? Half-ass it? Not write it at all? Mmmmmh

[electricaddict]

~ I Missed You ~ Pt. 2

A/N: Honestly, I wasn't ready for my most recent posts to gain traction let alone any likes. But per bestie's request, I am continuing at least this part. WE LOVE THE ANGST (at least I do sorry not sorry) But heyyyyy can you see me getting back into my writing groove? It's so fulfilling to sit and see all my thoughts splayed out on here. Ok ok enough of me ENJOI my picasso *LISTEN THERE AIN'T NOTHING TOO JUICY IN THIS SERIES YET YOU HAVE TO BE PATIENT WITH ME THIS IS A LOT OKAY* Angst / Fluff <3 TLDR: Making reprimands with [him] were never on your calendar. Yet when you realized he wanted to speak to you, you immediately followed behind to hear what needed to be shared.

As he leads you over to his truck, you look up at the sky like you did with him years ago. So much time has passed, yet when you look down, he's still looking at you the same way he always did. You can see the longing he still has hiding behind the moat and stone walls he has built. You know it's there. He opens the door for you without hesitation, and as you step in, you see raindrops sprinkling on the windshield.

He closes the door gently for you, and walks around to the driver side of the truck. You fidget nervously. You haven't seen his things in a while but they bring you a sense of home. His mom's cup in the side door. A protein bottle tossed to the floor of the passenger seat. You still see the man you loved all that time ago. He's still there, you can feel his presence, he's just hiding in the center of the castle.

Making his way into the drivers seat, he lets out a deep exhale and looks at you with a half smile. You can tell he's holding back so much. You both sit and absorb the silence for a moment. It's not awkward, it feels like a genuine moment of peace. After a moment, you see him shuffle and look to you, hesitantly making eye contact.

"How was your workout?"

"It was good, I really didn't do much, I keep forgetting routines." You ramble quietly. You want to say so much but don't want to ruin your chance. You've waited so long to be able to just sit and feel his presence again. Now you're here, and you can't screw it up. Breathe. He's right here. Just breathe. "If you need help with any of it I can help you. You know how I am with stuff like this." He tries to lighten the mood as he sees your hands tensing. He can read every movement of yours like a book. You hate it sometimes because you know you can't hide your emotions from him. He knows where to unveil all of your secrets, and he knows how to ail them. It's almost as if he's your secret weapon. One conversation with him can heal all wounds and suddenly, your mind is clear again. Regardless of the stress you carried with you into that truck, he just cut off all of that weight, and lifted you to the highest point he could in that moment. All of the emptiness you had been feeling for you can't even say how long was just filled, solely by him sitting there. You shuffled. "Is something on your mind?" He prodded, hesitantly setting his hand on the center console. Your body shifted towards his hand slowly, but he could see the worry behind your eyes. You both had hurt each other in the past. You both wanted to fix that wound, yet the two of you were scared to dive in again. Neither of you wanted to tread further than the other wanted, and it was a game of chicken neither of you were winning.

"There's things I want to say-"

"Say them. I'm here to listen. Say whatever you want. Okay?" "I don't want to overstep." "I won't judge. I promise."

His voice in the tone he used for you was like honey. So sweet and smooth, and it stuck with you; the sound of him remained in your thoughts a lot, especially when he has all of his attention directed towards you. His promises meant something to you, rarely did he break them. He always did his best to stick to his word, and if he did break a promise, it was never intentional. Profound apologizing would follow. You knew he was in the palm of your hand. No matter how mundane the topic, he would sit and listen and absorb the information; just so you can feel sane again. Regardless of the time you two have spent apart, you knew that at least in that moment, you were alone with him in the world once again. Eventually you spill like someone just bombed the side of the Hoover Dam. You're not even talking about anything specific, just spouting anything and everything that is running through your mind. You both talk about the things you've done while apart: vacations, concerts, flings, new jobs, new apartments. It feels like no days have passed since the two of you had been together. You both stayed up on endless nights talking, together or apart. In the car at the gas station parking lot or on the phone laying in bed. The two of you could talk about movies, music, games, life, anything for eternity if there was no need for sleep or work. The way your souls intertwined during conversation was a dance no one else could replicate. You never saw it between two others, and no other could do the same with you the way he did. No other took interest like he did.

He took every crevice of your soul and studied it like his life depended on it. Your body was a temple to him, he praised it daily. He knew your insecurities and he would focus on them to build your confidence. Following with his words of encouragement and praise after would help to boost your vision of yourself in the mirror each day. Your mind was an even higher treasure to him. Every chance he got it felt like he was excavating your thoughts. All of the worries you packed away to hide from everyone, he sought them out and decoded them with you. He found solutions for each one and helped you find a function for them. His hands and heart alone reshaped your mind on how you saw yourself.

After a good hour of just ramblings, the two of you sit in the silence again as he watches you closely catching your breath. He saw how much you were holding in and just let you explode. To be honest, you know he loves it, he wants to take in each word you say like a breath of oxygen. Each thought you have, each fantasy, or impulsive thought he wants it like he hasn't come up for air in minutes.

You see the smile you've dreamt of countless times as his warm eyes embrace you from where they stand. "Do you feel better now?" "Oh yeah. I feel so much better," you chuckle, "thank you." You feel your cheeks turn red. Thankfully, it's dark in the truck and outside, or else you'd have a whole other topic to ramble to him about. If he saw that you know that he would immediately unlock the door you've been terrified to open. The prying would start, and you would have to admit to him how you have always thought of him. His hands, his voice, his smell, how he feels. Everything you can't have anymore tears at your mind. Aching for it. For him. "Can I actually show you something? You mentioned a movie you really liked and I want to show you mine." "Of course." The words slip off your tongue effortlessly. The two of you exchanging ramble turns wasn't a new thing, it had been ritualistic many moons ago.

Slowly, he reaches over for his phone, stretching the moments he has near you. The tension in the air at this point was so thick, it could be cut with scissors if you had any. He heads over to his music app, and selects a soundtrack from a movie. The two of you sit in silence as you feel the music through your skin and your soul. Each time you look back at him he's looking back at you with the same awe he did each morning he woke up next to you. It's almost too painful to look, so you hide your face. Your mind and heart wrestling on where to look, you want to meet his gaze and feast on the eyes you haven't had to yourself for way too long. On the other hand you can't stand to see the hurt you've caused him. You don't want to see the pain he's gone through. The notes carry through the silence as you make small commentary on the style of the music: the tempo changes, the crescendos, the key changes. Of course, you nod in approval. You knew you would, the two of you have the best music taste blend in history. In your opinion, at least. "It's really good, I like it." Smiling at him but not quite reaching his gaze, you grab your phone to add the song to your liked songs. "You can feel the change of the couple and their relationship. You can feel when the conflict begins." "Yeah. You really can." You sit, looking off to the side in shame. You know he isn't trying to hurt you, but you don't want to think about the issues the two of you had in the past, especially when you have both texted and apologized for everything overall already. The dirty details were just left behind. Feelings tossed in the muck begging for us to come back. The rest of our story calling to us, waiting to be finished.

As the song comes to a close, you both look at each other and you can feel the want to snap back into place from the two of you. Like nothing ever happened and we can just keep building the fairy tale we started with long ago. But you know that isn't realistic. That isn't going to happen. So why is he sitting here with you? Quit giving yourself faith.

But is it false faith? You can't deciper it through his expressions. He's smiling and laughing yes, but you can feel him holding back. You can tell he wants to do more. Or are you just crazy? You've both grown since the last time you saw each other, but you think he definitely reinforced his walls more. What if this is all an act? There's no way for you to tell or know. His elbow reaches over the center console and his hand reaches out to yours, only a few inches away.

Maybe there is a way to know. You move your hand slowly over to his, keeping the distance but still showing, I'm here too. I'm here with you. I want you. His fingertips graze yours and you almost gasp from the warmth you've sought out to replicate for so long and failed. It's right there. And you want to jump on it and take it all for yourself, yet he's not yours to have anymore. You see him look away for a moment. "Listen. It's late. We both have to be up early in the morning, we probably need to go home and get some rest." "O-h yeah. You're right," You look down, embarrassed because you just took a good nights sleep to the one man you wish eternal cold pillows upon. "Thank you for talking to me." "Anytime, really. If you ever need to just dump, I'm in a space to where I can and would like to talk to you."

And that's all you needed to keep that little spark of faith going.

TBC! <3

[electricaddict]

~I Missed You~ Pt. 1

HOLY FUCK ANGST  Nobody asked, but you’re getting it Soft Dom / Praise / Breakup - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

On a quiet, muggy afternoon, you finally decide to go and blow off some steam at the local gym. Your relationship has been frustrating, and at this point, you’re unsure if you’re even loved. Your (now ex) boyfriend's comments had finally gotten to you, and for the first time in your life, you genuinely considered: maybe you’re not wife material. You’re done. You have set your boundaries, and you’re done with being mistreated. He walked away, demanding respect, yet he had never returned the favor. Finally, you were sick of it, and you emotionally cut yourself off. 

After he packed his things and left, screaming you chose to be treated this way, you chose to run off some frustration at the local gym. Run as far and as long as you can. Run until you can’t think of anything.

Arriving at the gym was quiet and normal, nothing new in the small town often.  Fixing your hair while popping the car keys into the locker is finally a small moment of breath. You’re adjusting to the speed you’ve set on the treadmill when you sense a change in the air. You look towards the door and see him. The man you were building a life with in the past walks through the door.  He looks good. He never looked bad. Not a day in his life. Lying eyes on him in this moment is a reset for your mind. You feel the ease you felt all that time ago, the ease you let slip away. With everything going on in your life, seeing him was so comforting. You suddenly gained the sense of security you had in the past. His broad shoulders looked good. More defined than last time. He looked more confident. Almost glowing in his growth, he walks in like a knight to his castle. A smile breaks across your face as you sit there, hoping he has done better for himself in your time apart. After distracting yourself from your workout, you continue with your sets. Heading over to the hack squat machine, he and his friend walk over to the area in front of you. Occasionally, you pass eyes, making eventual eye contact, and then there it is. Your heart skips a beat familiarly. It tugs and cries at you to tell him something. Anything. Just let him know.  Tell him about the nights you sit and wonder. What would life have been like if you had tried just a little bit more to salvage the life you had? You feel that tear in your heart and hear the words you hate to hear. You should have stayed. Every bone in your body is telling you where your home is. The direction your soul has been foggy finding ever since he walked out the door that day, became straight as an arrow once again.  Tell him about the constant moments you have wanted to share with him. You see him in everything constantly. Almost nonstop. All of it has been a sign you’ve clearly ignored for too long. Your anxieties were chaining that door shut until your courage gave you the strength to start chipping away at those links. Today, all of those links broke. He was right here. Staring at you. There you are. Unsure if it was intentional or not. You felt his presence lingering as you did your exercises with the heavy equipment. As if he wanted to participate in a routine he once perfected long ago. The sets are getting more intense as they go, he lingers a little closer, keeping himself in the eye’s view as soon as the set starts. Towards the end of your last set, you see him in front of you. Talking with his friends, you almost break just from feeling his presence. Smelling him. You get just a waft of his cologne and start feeling lightheaded.  Your lack of food for the past few days finally caught up to you. On the way down, you exhale, and right before you come back up, your head flutters, your eyes twitch, and your legs turn to noodles. His head perked up, and it seemed like he was panicked, about to come to your side. Eyes watching. Ready to swoop in as soon as you drop. Prepared to keep you safe. When you saw him pull back, the knot in your heart twisted again. Hard. You don’t get that privilege anymore. All of the past events can’t be changed. You know that. But you want to keep trying. You want him to still be the person deep down you knew. His soul had opened up to you once, and it spilled into yours constantly ever since then. No other person you met could speak to you for endless hours about practically nothing. No other person was willing to open themselves up fully to you. Willingly, without question. Yet he was able to give you his soul, infuse it with yours, and imbue his being into any mundane thought or task you go through. He could hear you. He always knew exactly what you were trying to get to, while the world heard random ramblings from a crazy girl. He was willing to take the time to see your soul, nurture it, and love it for all of the colors and deformities it had. Your workout had started finishing up, and you noticed him standing at the doorway, patiently. He’s not looking on his phone, just looking at you. Looking at the person he once had with him daily. You can see the remorse and regret in his faith. But you can see the strength he has grown in the time you’ve taken apart. He looks at you and with a slightly broken smile, he asks, “Hey, want to talk?”. You nod as your heart flutters and follows him outside to talk. Your safe space has looked at you again, and you’re taking any chance you’ll get. The two of you walk out and he opens the door to his truck for you, per usual. And now you know there’s one hell of a rollercoaster coming your way. Pt. 2 coming soon if it’s wanted <3

[liviewhoslost]

im begging you like the beggiest beggar in all of begdom, give me daichi fanfics recommendations pls (or even ushiwaka's)

[snoevergarden]

Ex-husband Daichi

Ex-husband Daichi, even after the divorce keeps in touch with you. Maintaining a respectable connection with you. But in all honesty he just misses you and wants to make sure you're doing alright. He would never overstep any boundaries considering he's not your husband anymore.

He'll call you on weekends and just catch up with you on daily life. He'd be a bit hesitant at first, not knowing if it was his place to do so, but he'll ask you to have coffee or lunch with him at a cafe if you're comfortable with it.

Daichi still keeps a picture of you in his wallet. At work, if something is weighing him down or he's just sitting idly, he'll take the picture out and just reminisces the time you had together. The divorce wasn't easy on either of you and he mostly blames himself for how it all ended. He wished it all ended differently. You were always going to be a part of him.

He still wasn't used to life without you. From dating you in his highschool days to getting married after graduation, you were always in his mind. And now that very thought of you haunted him. There were still parts of you around the house. Your favorite mug which you forgot to take with you, the little plant that you bought after moving in together, the matching pairs of keychain to the house, yours still dangling beside his. He never moved those, not even an inch. And takes care of the plant as best as he can.

Daichi would be at your beck and call at any time of the day. Once you called him at 3 in the morning because you were scared and couldn't fall asleep and he was with you on the phone until you eventually fell asleep at 4 and he quietly hung up. Showed up with bags under his eyes at work the next day. But with a tired smile on his face, satisfied with himself. He was glad you still called him whenever you needed, that you still trusted him enough for that.

From that day if there was a thunderstorm or heavy rain at night, he'll give you a call to ask if you're okay and is willing to stay with you on call. He knows nights like these scare you. Reminds him of the nights he'd hold you close to him and make you feel safe.

Ex-husband Daichi is still a gentleman. Follows the sidewalk rule and will always have a hand behind your back at crowded places. If he sees you carrying heavy groceries by yourself, he will take all of them from you even the lighter ones. Once saw your shoes came undone and got down and tied them. Always puts his coat over you when it gets chilly.

“Here.” He puts his oversized coat over your shoulders and adjusts your scarf. “You'll catch a cold otherwise,” he says, voice above a whisper. “You always make me feel warm, Daichi.” You say standing on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek. Heat rose in his cheeks making his face flushed.

Daichi as an ex-husband is someone whom you can never hate. He's the ex partner that when brought up on conversations you mention how sweet he is despite the separation from him, a hesitation in denying when someone asks if you still love him. and realize yourself when people somewhat point it out that, maybe there's still some love left between you, a flicker of hope still left.

-Thanks to my cousin for this idea, who said that I still might not have moved on from Daichi.

[osamisu]

daichi with fresh out the slammer by taylor swift 🤤