#reki with a lip ring

[juni-aldaine123]

LIKE LIKES/ sk8 ; renga

・❥・fluff . cute . short . oneshot . confessions

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There's the sound of the TV buzzing; it's static noise. Then there's the sound of laughter; it makes Langa feel giddy. 

Reki looks so beautiful under the fluorescence of the lights.

And the laughter that carelessly spills from his lips (that Langa wants to kiss so badly-) are like wind chimes ringing in his ears.

Langa moves closer, closer to take a better view of Reki, to see Reki, and just him.

See the way his eyes crinkle when he shuts them to stop the happy tears that try to slip through. See the smile lines stretching on the corners of his mouth. See the freckles dancing high on his cheeks. See his lashes caress the unblemished honey-tan skin under his eyes.

Rose blooms on the apple of his cheeks when his lips curve into a smile.

"Langa," a teasing voice calls him and Langa knows he has been caught. "You're staring!" 

'Am I?'

But can Reki fault him, if he really is? When he is such a lovely sight to look at? Langa finds himself drawn, like a moth to the flame.

And he let's the fire of the crimson orbs consume him.

"I'm not," he still tries denying, despite being caught red-handed, and he knows Reki doesn't buy it when he sees mischievousness glint in his eyes. The smile sent his way tells him he isn't subtle in his actions.

"You don't have to hide it Langa," Reki says when he's not looking at him anymore. His gaze is back on the blaring TV screen but Langa's sure he isn't really watching, when he notices the redness of his face.

"Stare all you want! I don't mind." Reki chuckles and nervousness creeps into his light voice.

"I like the way you look at me," he confesses when he finally turns towards Langa but his gaze is still downcast. He refuses to meet ocean eyes that pull him under the tides; he's willing to let go of the anchor holding him.

Langa thinks, but does Reki know? That he is the only one Langa really looks at?

"Won't you look at me Reki?" And his eyes snap up to his in an instant. Reki thinks his voice is magic, else why does he do everything Langa tells him to? He finds himself incapable of saying no to Langa.

"You like the way I look at you?" The redhead is pulled into a hug. "You're the only one I would rather stare at."

"What's so interesting about me?"

"Everything," Langa doesn't hesitate, and it's enough of an answer for Reki.

"But it's not just about you. It's you. You are interesting. And..."

"And...?" Reki can't hide the tremor that rocks his body when Langa tightens his embrace and presses his face to the crook of his neck.

"And...I like you Reki." 'More than just like, actually.'

Reki, who holds the stars in his eyes

And the sun in his smile.

"Good."

"That's all you're going to say?" Langa feels nervous. Did he read the signs wrong?

"Is there more?" Reki fakes obliviousness. But he hopes Langa doesn't take his teasing the wrong way. He can see the panicked look on him already.

"Aren't you supposed to say that....you like me back?" Langa catches onto Reki's game.

"Am I? How confident." He sees the growing smirk.

"You aren't saying no..." 

"I'm not." Reki agrees easily.

"But you aren't saying it back either." Reki knows he's walking on thin ice. As thin as Langa's patience was getting.

"Say back what?" 

"Reki! You know." Langa isn't pouting. Nope! Definitely not.

"Do I?" But Reki can see Langa is pouting and he doesn't want him to stop anytime soon.

"Reki-" The redhead pulls himself from his embrace and holds his face in gentle reverence. Reki's face is too close. A kiss won't be too far-

"Make me," commands a whisper in his ear.

Langa feigns a tired sigh. But he knows just what to do to make those words spill from his lips.

"As you wish," Langa brings them down- Reki's back presses against the velvety fabric of the couch- and kisses him breathless.

And it's enough to make Reki say, "I like you too Langa. Now stop! It's tickling me!"

But Langa would rather not.

#sk8 the infinity #reki kyan #langa hasegawa #reki x langa #renga #oneshot #sk8 anime #cute #fluff #confession #love confessions

[zukkaoru]

hiiiiiiiiii for the writing prompt thing: renga, “we’ll never get to sleep if you keep fidgeting like that”

also have not written them in ages so i hope this is alright🙏 featuring reki with tourette's bc. obviously.

word count: 464

(prompt requests are still open)

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Reki has had sleepovers before. Langa is not his first friend, though Reki’s list of current friends extends to three adults he knows from an underground skateboarding ring, one middle schooler, his boss, and Langa himself. Reki has spent the night at friends’ houses, and he’s had friends spend the night at his house too. He isn’t even a stranger to sharing a bed with a friend.

But this— this is different.

Reki has had sleepovers with friends, but he’s never had a sleepover with a boyfriend. And though, functionally, it doesn’t have to be any different, that knowledge does nothing to quell the anxiety building in Reki’s chest.

He’s fluffed his pillow about six times in the past four minutes, he’s fiddled with his phone charger, he’s gone to the bathroom, he’s done about everything he can to delay the inevitable, and Langa has patiently sat with his back against the headboard, allowing Reki to make sure everything is in order before they sleep. But Reki is out of things to check and the lights are off and…

He adjusts the blankets as Langa sinks down, laying on his side, facing Reki. Reki doesn’t know why he’s so worried. He clicks his tongue, then begins picking at a stray thread on his sleeve.

“Reki,” Langa whispers softly. “We’ll never get to sleep if you keep fidgeting like that.”

Reki purses his lips. His fingers flex of their own accord.

“Is something wrong?”

Reki shakes his head. He slides down, beneath the blankets, lying on his back and looking up at the ceiling. “I’m just a little anxious. It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid.” Langa reaches over, placing his hand on Reki’s shoulder. “I can sleep on the floor, if you want.”

“No!” Reki replies, a touch too quickly. “No, no— I don’t want to make you do that. I’ll…” he swallows. “I’ll be fine, I think. It’s just… You’re sure my tics won’t keep you awake?”

Langa chuckles. “Reki, you’ve told me yourself that I could sleep through the end of the world. It’ll be fine.”

Reki exhales slowly. Langa is right—once he’s asleep, he’s nearly impossible to wake up. Everything will be fine.

Carefully, Reki peels Langa’s hand from his shoulder, entwining their fingers instead. He presses his lips against Langa’s knuckles. “Yeah…yeah, okay.” There’s still an uncomfortable twist in Reki’s stomach, but it’s lessened significantly now, and his eyelids are growing heavy. He knows there’s no reason to worry—that no nighttime ticcing or fidgeting will be enough to make Langa leave him—but he needs to make it through the night to fully believe as much.

Luckily, he knows Langa will be there for him even when his stupid anxiety is acting up. Langa will hold his hand, and they’ll both be okay.

#feeling meh about this but maybe just bc i'm out of practice writing renga idk #renga #reki kyan #langa hasegawa #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #ty for the ask!! #grace's writing tag #hil tag

[myreygn]

Master of Consoling

summary: Miya is a mean little guy and Reki is always in a good mood, but sometimes things aren’t how they’re supposed to be and when that happens, someone has to step up and make them right again.

an: ahem did i say this week? i meant this month. nvm, you and i both know i said “this week” but that was before i dropped out of university and cancelled my flat and also rewrote this whole thing... ANYWAY here is my third commission for the wonderful @wertzunge and honey let me tell you i had so much fun with this one! i really hope you like it and i apologize for straight up lying to you ^^’

wordcount: 2020

taglist: @parkersaysthings​

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Many people thought Miya Chinen to be blind to the feelings and moods of those around him. They considered him too arrogant to pay attention and too inexperienced in social interaction to notice when someone wasnʼt doing so well. 

This was not true.

Miya was capable of feeling compassion and noticing changes in mood or behavior, and just fine too, thank you very much. Most times, he just flat out didnʼt care because, and that much was correct, he really was a little arrogant and too inexperienced in social interaction to comfort a stranger. His friends though? That was a different story.

So when Reki entered the Sia la Luce, he could immediately tell that something was off with the redhead. There were multiple signs for that. He didn’t barge through the door like an absolute maniac, as he usually did. He also didn’t yell “‘SUP GUYS!” at the top of his lungs or give them one of his bright signature smiles that always made Miya wonder whether it was his second birthday. (Or his third, or fourth, or fifth, or even sixth, because Reki did this often and it had the same effect on Miya every time.)

Not this time though. This time Reki barely made any noise walking in, aside from the small bell above the door ringing like its life depended on it when he entered. He didn’t even smile, on the contrary; he looked like his birthday had been canceled rather than doubled. Or tripled. Or quadrupled. Or whatever, this was too beautiful of a day to waste it on thinking about math. And also too beautiful to pull a long face.

“What’s up with you, slime?”

“Nothing.” Huh, Reki didnʼt even seem annoyed at the nickname. He just plopped down at the counter next to Miya, putting his chin in his hands and looking miserable. Strange.

“That doesnʼt look like nothing though, not gonna lie.” Joe had caught on too, furrowing his brows as he placed a lemonade in front of the redhead. “You sure you okay, kid?”

“Yeah, sure. Why do you all think thereʼs something wrong with me?!”

Cherry scoffed, his nose buried in a magazine. “Because of your bright smile.”

“Very funny.” And then, Reki rolled his eyes. Reki rolled his eyes. Miya had never seen him do that before and it was the famous last drop, so to speak.

Reki jumped nearly five feet in the air and let out the loudest shriek when two small hands tasered his sides. He lunged forward as if he was trying to crawl over the counter and turned to Miya, hugging his midsection and his lips pulled into a wobbly smile. “What the he-”

 “Ah!” Miya interrupted him with a smirk, “There are children here. You wouldnʼt cuss in front of a child, right?”

Reki gave him a look that was probably supposed to be threatening, but his blush and twitching lips just made for an expression of half-assed indignation. “Youʼd be surprised, you little-” 

“Reki, please.” Oha, Cherry had put on his best impression of an annoyed teacher and Miya grinned. He had them all on his side. Even Shadow, who was bound to go against Joe and Cherry at every possible opportunity, and Langa who was usually always always always with Reki, made no visible effort to step in on Rekiʼs behalf and Shadow even gave Miya a little wink. The odds were immaculate.

Reki huffed.  “I was gonna say monster! Monster isnʼt a curse word, as far as Iʼm concerned!”

“Itʼs still not very nice…” Langa mumbled, quickly looking in another direction when Reki shot him a glare.

“Yeah, well, Miya wasnʼt very nice to me eithEEK! Miyaha!”

 “Yes, dearest slime? What shall I be of assistance with?”

“D-dohonʼt tahalk like thahat!”

“Shuteth thy trap, thou hast not to regulate the way I talketh.” Miya saw Cherry cringe at his pretentious attempts at pompous language, but honestly, who even cared about Cherry when he, Miya, master of consoling (as of right now), was about to break through Rekiʼs moodiness like a wrecking ball broke through an old building? He wouldʼve given himself a pat on the back for that metaphor if his hands hadnʼt been buried under Rekiʼs arms, wiggling as fast as possible and making the redheadʼs squirms increase in desperation by the second. Heh. Off to a good start.

Reki let out a cackle and Miya could see his knuckles gripping onto the counter and turning white. “Miya, nohot thehehere!”

“Not here? But I think this is a really good spot.” Miya tweaked his fingers ever so slightly, making Reki squeak. “You’re ticklish there and you can still speak. I wanna know whatʼs up with you, but if I went for spots that are any worse than this, you wouldnʼt be able to answer my question anymore. Speaking of which, are you gonna answer my question now?”

“Ihi dohon’t even rehemembeher your stuhupid quehestion!”

“Wow, rude!” Miya gave Rekiʼs side a squeeze, making the older boy curl into himself. “But Iʼll repeat it once more, because I tolerate you. Whatʼs up with you?”

“Ihitʼs noho-”

“Itʼs not nothing. Wake up slime, weʼre already at the level where you tell me the truth.”

“I wahas gonnaha sahay thahat ihitʼs nohone of your buhusiness!” 

Miya could hear a soft “Oh damn” from somewhere behind him. It was probably Shadow, but right now there was no time to check. He gave Reki a bored look and clicked with his tongue. “Gee slime, you reaaaally want me to go there, hm?”

Reki barely had time to entirely grasp the meaning of the younger boyʼs words before Miya threw all mercy out the window and dug into his stomach, squeezing and prodding like there was no tomorrow. Reki screamed. 

“DAHA- YOHOHOHOU DUMBAHAHAHASS, NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!”

Miya gasped. “Dumbass? I try to help you and you call me a dumbass? Very rude.” Reki banged his fist on the counter when two hands crawled under his shirt and tickled the bare skin of his stomach. “Now you’re in for it, Slime!

“NONONO MIYAHAHAHAHAA! DOHOHON’T! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Nope. Thatʼs what you get for being mean to me, your friend, whoʼs just doing his best to help you.”

“Donʼt kill him, please,” Joe chipped in from the side. “Dead children arenʼt exactly great publicity.”

Miya shrugged, not interrupting the tickling or slowing down for even a second. “Whether or not he dies is up to him. Right, Reki? If you wanna live, I suggest you start talking.”

Reki just shook his head and Miya couldn’t help but be a little impressed. The boy was flushed bright red, tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and since he was trapped on the high bar stool, he couldn’t even go anywhere without getting hurt - and yet, he still didn’t give in? Whatever it was he didn’t want to talk about, it had to be something really embarrassing or bad. For a split second, ever so slight hesitation crept into Miya’s mind, but then he remembered the many times Reki had gotten him to actually talk about his feelings and how good it had felt to share his struggles with a friend. If Reki had to be reminded of his own wisdom forcefully, then this was how it had to be. And however great his stamina was, at some point he just had to crumble. Miya allowed himself a devious smile.

“Fine. Whatever happens now, I want you to remember that you brought this upon yourself.”

In retrospect, going for his friend’s absolute worst spot was probably not a good idea when said friend was seated on an object prone to toppling over when exposed to too much movement. In the moment, however, it had seemed like the right move to wiggle a single finger into Reki’s belly button, but, well, yeah, when the redhead spasmed hard enough to fall on top of him and take the stool down as well, Miya guessed he should’ve considered this outcome a little earlier.

“Oh, shhhhhrimps, are you guys okay?!” 

Joe quickly put the stool back into place and plucked the boys off the ground like two little kittens. Reki went back down immediately, his legs too wobbly to stand on, but he gave the green haired man a limp-wristed thumbs up. Miya nodded as well, ignoring the constant throbbing in his hip bone. “Yeah, I’m fine.” That would make for a nice bruise tomorrow, but it was fine, he’s had worse. He turned to Reki and offered him a hand. “Sorry. I… I didn’t overstep, did I?”

Reki took one more second to breathe through, then he let himself get helped up and sat back down on the stool. “No, don’t worry, it’s fine.” A soft smile pulled at his lips. “I guess I kinda needed that.”

“Yeah, to get back to the topic,” Shadow sailed in from his place across from Cherry and Langa, “why did you need it? What’s going on with you? The little gnome is right, you’ve been weird the whole time.”

The smile fell from Reki’s face and he sighed. “Yeah, thanks for reminding me.” Shrinking a little under his friends’ worried gazes, he went on to mumble something into his hoodie.

“What?” Langa, blunt as ever. At least one of them was being his usual self.

“It’s dumb,” Reki cried out. “It’s nothing to be dramatic about, really.”

“Reki, what. Is it.” Everyone in the room could tell that Cherry was rapidly losing his patience as the conversation went on and because no one wanted to repeat the birthday incident (note to future selves: Cherry did not appreciate people jumping out of the darkness and yelling SURPRISE), Reki finally explained himself.

“It’s just a grade, really! I’m kinda failing Japanese and my mother told me I won’t be allowed to meet my friends and go skating anymore if I don’t get a passing grade on my next test.”

Miya tilted his head. “That’s it? You can always improve a grade, right?”

“Not in Japanese! Have you seen my last homework?!”

“Hold up.” Joe put his hands on his hips. “That’s something we can help with. I mean, it’s literally Kaoru’s job to flex on illiterates.”

“That’s not what I do, actually.”

“I don’t care what you do, actually.”

“Actually-”

“Point is,” Shadow interrupted the brewing fight between the two, “why didn’t you just tell us?”

Reki looked down at his hands, a slight blush climbing up his neck. “I don’t know, I… just… it’s kinda embarrassing. I didn’t want you to… to think I was stupid…”

The last part of his sentence was spoken so softly that they barely caught it and Miya frowned at his friend. “You’re not stupid. Why would you think that we’d think you are?”

“You call me stupid every day.”

Whoopsie daisy. He had never claimed to be perfect when it came to be a good friend.

“I’m just messing with you, sl- Reki! I don’t actually think you’re stupid, stupid people couldn’t make kickass skateboards! You have to know a ton of math for that too, right? And who cares about Japanese anyway? No one ever needs every single Kanji!”

Miya only realized how much he had gotten into his little speech when the others gave him wide-eyed looks. He quickly cleared his throat, trying to play his passion off. “I guess.”

A grin spread across Reki’s face. “You think I make kickass skateboards?”

“That’s not really a secret!”

“So you’d tell me again?”

“No.”

“It’s okay if you appreciate me, kiddo.”

“Don’t call me kiddo!”

“Why not? Who wouldn’t want to be called a nickname by their idol?”

“You’re not my idol! And I don’t appreciate you!”

“Sorry, I can’t hear you over all the appreciation coming from your heart.”

“Shut up, slime!”

Reki laughed and it should’ve driven him even more up the wall, but Miya found himself to not really mind. After all, they were laughing together. And if that wasn’t evidence of him being the definite and absolute master of consoling, Miya honestly didn’t know what could be.

#rey writes #commission #tword fic #sk8 the infinity #miya chinen #reki kyan #plus the gang #and a little matchablossom being an old married couple in the background #ler!miya #lee!reki #ticklish!reki #kinda hurt/comfort but also not really

[norimiya]

STAR-CROSSED

ch.3 | project proposals

PAIRING : ̗̀➛ reki kyan x gn!reader | 570 words.

DESC : ̗̀➛ when the new school year starts, reki meets his seatmate for the remainder of the year, you. then with a school project on both of your hands, and spending almost every minute together, the fondness you share for each other begins to change to something different.

"I can't believe we're in the second week of school and we already have a project assigned to us," Reki scoffs, rolling back and forth on his board like he was pacing. "I mean, we haven't even learned anything!"

Offering a chip– which he gladly accepts– you peek up at him, "I can do all of it if you want." You proposed, biting the corner of your own, "They did say it could be about anything and you've seen my notes, I'm sure I can manage it."

He shakes his head, stepping off his board and letting it roll as he sits beside you. "I don't wanna rely on you like that," he says, waving his foot back and forth. "I'd feel too guilty for making you do everything on your own."

"Okay," you said, tapping your fist against your leg. "Then let's find a common topic we're both interested in and go from there."

Silence wafts around the both of you as you think, neither of you saying a word for the next minute.

"This is pretty hard." You murmured, glancing at Reki from the corner of your eye. "Do we even have anything in common?" You laughed.

Reki tilts his head back in thought, staring up at the sky. "Do you like the ocean?" You hum, nodding your head after thinking. "Not so much to make a presentation about it?" You shake your head.

"Do you like space?" You tried, looking up at the clouds.

"I like aliens." He says, smiling when you let out an unconcealed laugh.

"We could use that," you say, covering your mouth when you'd smile. "Talk about the endless possibilities of what and who's out there."

Reki takes another chip after asking, plopping it into his mouth in one go as he says, "I bet people wouldn't expect it from you," you turn your head at him, a confused stare on your face. "I don't know, you just don't seem like the type to bother with something like that."

You shrug, "Regardless of, I don't really care about what other people think of me. It's annoying to think about." You say, closing your eyes when you feel a breeze. "I don't want to live to meet expectations, that's boring."

Reki hums, taking in your answer as he looks at you. Your eyes are still closed, thankfully, you look at peace, like nothing in this moment could ruin your mood. His lips curve up when you tilt your head further up at the slightest breeze, and he drinks in the way your eyes flutter open slowly, watching the sun cast a soft glow to them.

"You're really pretty."

Your head whips to him at his words, feeling your cheeks warm. "What?" He turns his head away, covering his face with his hands as embarrassment washes over him. You poke his face, "Reki."

"I said you're really pretty." He repeats, uncovering only half of his face. His eyes were set on yours, and you can tell that it's a genuine compliment.

"Thank you," you whisper, avoiding his gaze. "I think you're pretty too."

He turns away from you, face flushed red and cheeks hot to the touch as he covers them with his hands. He murmured a quiet 'thanks' and curses his heart for beating so fast at a compliment he had no trouble giving.

The ringing of the bell makes for an awkward getaway.

a/n: haha

also. sorry if you don't like being called pretty, cute seemed too boring. ethereal/gorgeous was too much. shoutout to all the pretty people (you 🫵)

#sk8 the infinity imagines #sk8 the infinity x reader #sk8 x reader #reki kyan x reader #reki kyan x y/n #reki kyan x you #sk8 the infinity x gn reader #reki kyan x gender neutral reader #goob writes! #series: star x

[seaofolives]

we played #Sk8Shorts in the limping bird site! these guys aren't on ao3 yet bc uhhhh smth smth titles so I'll dump them all in here first for readability etc:

day 1: kiss

The thing about dating Kaoru is that he only ever has two moods when it comes to kissing: a) the one where he absolutely does not want one and the one where it can only be possible on his terms.

One might think that for a touchy-feely guy like Kojiro, Mood A is the absolute worst. But no—he actually prefers that over Mood B.

“Thanks for dinner, love.” Mood B always comes like a burglar—a rare tender word, warm arms wrapping from the back, then the fatal kiss on Kojiro’s shoulder. He shakes him off as if he were a roach in the kitchen but by then, the deed is done: Kaoru is swooping away like a ghost while Kojiro is left to claw his white chefʼs jacket from his back to inspect the damage.

And there it is: a kiss mark painted in bolognese sauce. On his newest jacket—!

“You—!” Kojiro stomps towards the door and screams at the empty stairwell. “You ingrate, youʼre sleeping on the floor tonight!!”

day 2: guests at a wedding

Master Ainosuke gasps and mumbles, “But of course!” which sets Tadashi on the prowl for the thing that caught his eye. There’s lots of things to see here, of course—guests in sleek suits and gowns, red hibiscus flowers and bright sunflowers decorating the elevated walkway…it’s a summer wedding, after all. But because none of them are nearly as elegant as roses, they can’t be what has enamored his employer so.

So he keeps searching still…and there, around the tail of the groom’s white suit. That hem is definitely cut into the shape of flowers which only serves to bring out the faint flower garden detailed onto his back.

“Roses, of course,” Master Ainosuke talks on, and because he loved the idea, now he’s applauding the newlyweds more loudly as they leave the conference room. “Mine must be roses.”

Tadashi keeps his smile hidden in the corner of his lips. On his phone, he opens up the document called Master Ainosuke’s Wedding Plans and notes it down.

day 3: hair

“By the way, did you cut your hair?” Langa only remembers to ask when the bottle of sparkling strawberry water rolls down the chute. He picks it up and twists it open.

“Yeah.” Reki moves his deck to his other arm and takes the proferred drink. “Hey, you noticed!”

“I was about to ask earlier, but then the train arrived.” Langa smiles, uncapping his bottle of sparkling mango water. “It looks good on you.”

“Yeah?!” Reki breaks out into a grin. “Thanks. And here’s your reward for being the best boyfriend.” When he puts up his thumb, Langa cracks up.

day 4: create something using more than 1 prompt (prompts used: domestic, broken)

“Ah—!”

The bowl lands with a dull crack, and Kaoru curses his luck because that specific bowl was a souvenir from Paris.

“What was that?!”

Nothing! is what Kaoru wants to tell Kojiro in the living room, but that will definitely arouse suspicion.

So he cries back instead, “What was what?!” as he grabs a plastic bag and cleans up.

“Did something fall?”

“No, nothing fell!” Kaoru sweeps the floor for good measure. “I’m craving ice cream, what flavor do you want?”

“Huh? Oh, get me vanilla!”

“Okay!” Kaoru leaves the house through the back, taking the evidence with him.

day 5: flowers

“Huh?” Miya says when he approaches. “You’re actually here. I thought youʼd be at Crazy Rock by now.” And itʼs rude to chastise this mannerless kid during the service so Hiromi reins his tongue in.

“Somebody has to deliver these flowers and I wasnʼt gonna let anyone else do it.” With the wreath standing perfectly parallel to the door, Hiromi steps back to inspect the bursting ring of yellow chrysanthemums and white lilies, the sender being simply noted as DOPE SKETCH and friends. It was the “most reputable” way they could express their collective sympathies without indicting his, Cherry blossomʼs and JOEʼs day jobs.

“Huh. Thanks, I guess.”

“Donʼt mention it—” Hiromi finally snaps. “Punk, thatʼs not how youʼre supposed to behave as a relative of the deceased!” Squaring his shoulders, then, Hiromi bows low to him. “I am deeply sorry for your loss.”

Miya sighs. “Itʼs just my grandma—”

Hiromi glares at the kid.

Swallowing up whatever protests he may have, Miya returns his bow with a quiet note of acceptance.

day 6: firsts

Kaoru wouldn’t admit it but when Carla told him that Kojiro was calling, he’d been about to tell her to tell him to call him tomorrow, after he’d napped for a few hours. But a guilty conscience eventually brought his thumb to the green phone icon.

And all just to listen to this poor guy wail like a monkey who’d been abandoned by his ape mother in the middle of Italy. He’d tried to get some there-theres in edgewise, but all his words were simply devoured by the howling, even when he started badmouthing the chef who badmouthed his dish.

So obviously none of his bright ideas are working, all of it having been spent troubleshooting some stupid defect in Carla’s scheduling module. But then there’s actually a rare lull in the call and he could hear Kojiro gasping and sniffling, and he thinks he owes it to the sad idiot to try again.

So he does. He comes up with something new and gives it a whirl for whatever it’s worth. “Hey, remember that time I burned my thumb trying to make instant noodles? And I had to call you all the way from the taco restaurant because I was panicking. And you were so scared, you forgot to put the frying fork down when you ran off to my house.” That story always made Kojiro laugh, at his expense.

Well, he’s just glad now that it’s working. Kojiro’s sobs have transformed themselves into the sounds of a madman cackling.

Kaoru smiles, having missed this song. He’ll get him for that one day, but for now: “Remember what you told me, then?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kojiro sighs, sniffling. “There’s a first time for everything. I know.”

day 7: confession in the middle of an argument

“This,” Kaoru is seething, “is your fault. This evening is ruined because of you.”

“And you’re just overreacting, you dramatic robomaniac!” Well, if Kaoru thinks two can’t play that game, he’s wrong! Kojiro matches him glare for glare, fang for fang, both of them hunched over the VIP counter, nails digging into the wood. “I already told you the truth, but you won’t listen to me!”

“You’re just making excuses so you can wash your hands off of a commitment, you spineless gorilla!”

“What commitment are we talking about! A commitment with you?” Kojiro’s laughter comes through in derisive barks. “What kind of relationship are we in, anyway, a contract?! You’re just pinning your mistake on me because you couldn’t do anything about it!”

“And you didn’t do anything about it!” Kaoru drags in a deep breath, hot and rolling. “You know how important this was for me! No, I thought you knew how important this was for me. I trusted you, you insipid baboon—!”

“It was me!”

The voice is new, partly because he wasn’t there when they started quarreling and partly also because he’s normally so quiet. But when Kaoru and Kojiro turn to face the newcomer, they find Langa standing smack dab in the middle of the restaurant.

“Sorry, Cherry, I took the cheesecake,” he exhales. “I was hungry, and JOE said I could have whatever was in the fridge. I didn’t know that you were saving the cheesecake as an after work treat. Sorry.” Well, that explains it.

Kojiro straightens up and sighs loudly. “Well, to be fair, I should have already put a sticky note on it when he asked me to reserve it for him yesterday.” When Kaoru stomps off to confront the delinquent youth, he grabs the aggrieved man by his skinny wrist. “Itʼs not worth it, moron, he’s just a kid.”

#sk8 #joche #some renga and tadaai and friendly hirooomiya? #anyway them #seaofolives original

[woahtherebuckerino]

Fic Recs: Sk8 the Infinity

i love this anime with my heart and soul. it was one of the first sports animes i’ve watched, and it definitely made me want to watch more like it. here are some of my personal favourite fics!

and sometimes even his name by melecs

Most teenagers would do anything to find their soulmate, the one whose signature is on their body. Reki just wants to skate. Maybe it’s a blessing that his soulmate’s signature is illegible.

soulmate fic that deals with the hilarious possibility that reki can’t find his soulmate due to langa’s dogshit handwriting. very sweet but very funny too!

more hearts than just mine. by brokencomatose

watching langa with his sisters is enough to make reki emotional, no matter how often he sees it. it's getting kind of ridiculous. (or: the study of langa's relationship with the kyan twins through the eyes of the boy who loves them all)

my heart. yes there is renga but langa and the kyan twins was something i didn’t know i needed. very cute!

I’ve Got A Piece of Your Heart (But I Want the Whole Damn Thing) by Jenanigans1207

“Sure?” Langa doesn’t like the way Reki is looking at him without meeting his gaze. “Of course I’ll help you, Reki. What’s up?” It takes a long second for Reki to answer. When he finally does, Langa feels the world slow to a stop around them. “Well, the thing is... my soulmate is always writing on their arm. But they’re always writing in English, so I don’t know what it says. I was hoping you might translate it for me?” -- Reki asks Langa to translate the English writing of his soulmate and is left to wonder why, exactly, Langa turns so incredibly red as he does exactly that. (The soulmate au nobody asked me for)

very good slow burn fic with alternating povs! lots of very sweet moments but an equivalent amount of angst (due to of miscommunication, of course). loved it!

snow monster by beautifly

"Reki?" Langa says worriedly, sitting up next to him, his own promise ring hanging around his neck, the moonlight rays streaming through the window hitting the red diamond and making it shine. Langa takes him in his arms. "Are you ok? Did you have a nightmare?" Reki shakes his head. "No." Is all he can say, because how the hell is he supposed to tell his boyfriend he had a dream where he had a whole conversation with his dead father? It would sound so weird and he's not entirely sure how Langa would react to it. He doesn't want to upset him. - Or: Reki meets Oliver Hasegawa in a dream.

very beautifully written fic about reki and oliver meeting and talking about life. the impact of this meeting on both langa and reki is also portrayed really well too

eyes like stars, heart like the sun by crystalcrow

And when Reki gets a glimpse of Langa’s face, he can see the smile, the happiness in both the shine that fills Langa’s eyes and the grin on his lips. It’s mesmerizing. It’s nothing short of incredible. It feels like home, a little. (or, episode 12 but with more homosexuality and actual consequences for ADAM)

an amazing rewrite of episode twelve! lots of good introspection on reki’s behalf (who is characterised very well) and the events of the fic flow seamlessly with the canon events that are kept in

Mould by froggiberry

Langa’s chest screams it, screams that something is wrong and he is in danger, that none of this is okay, but that can’t possibly be true. Everything Adam does, he does in front of a crowd. Six, ten, sixty people, all devouring the sight with hungry eyes. Dozens of faces in the crowd, and not one person says a thing. If it were so bad, someone would speak up, right? Right? Adam's behavior has more of an impact on Langa than anyone realizes. (additional content warnings in notes)

warning: this fic deals with very heavy themes (sa, victim blaming, etc.), so make sure to stay safe when reading. that being said, the writing in this is fantastic with so many amazing metaphors, and it was cathartic in a way. the fic also brings up issues with s and how langa has dealt with it, and it truly is a wonderful read

you explained the infinite by uncertaindeath

“I think I understand what’s going on.” Well. . . hopefully not, but Reki figured that would save him a lot of time explaining. And if she did know, then she didn’t seem as upset as he had anticipated, which was definitely a plus. She continued. “I know you’ve been going out every night on dates—” Dates? “—with Langa—” With Langa? …. Or, Reki’s mother makes an assumption about her son’s relationship status that she probably shouldn’t and everything spirals.

it’s all about the miscommunication and shying away from the truth. reki and langa are characterised perfectly, especially with reki using the fake dating to hide an illegal activity. really cute and funny!

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 #fic recs #sk8 fic recs #kyan reki #hasegawa langa #renga #a significant lack of miya but if i make another list he’ll be there

[jointhearumanati]

Sk8 tattoo and piercing Ranga Headcannons

Reki/ Tattoos: Reki's angel gear design on right pectoral, Over the Rainbow tramp stamp with rainbow above it, blue Gear word tattoo on left bicep, Fire Balls patch tattoo on left ankle , rainbow peace sign on right ankle, snowflake on inner right wrist, blue infinity sign on ring finger, Langa's name on a Blue Heart on right bicep, see Reki's 🛹 for context)/ Piercings: Medium Gauges, black infinite ear cuffs, gold classic chain ear cuffs, black classic ear cuffs, silver star open hoop earrings with a sapphire, silver ball bar eyebrow piercing, silver tongue ball piercing, gold left lip ring piercing

Langa/ Tattoos: Yeti tattoo on left pectoral, Oliver's name birth and death date on a snowboard on inner left wrist, Hibiscus 🌺 flower on inner right wrist, Reki's name in a Red Heart on right bicep/ Piercings: silver infinite ear cuffs, silver classic chain ear cuffs, silver classic ear cuffs, gold star open hoop ear piercing with a ruby, 2 lobe piercing one a smaller version of his mother and a snowflake silver right lip ring piercing

#sk8 headcannon

[fantastic-rambles]

Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Characters: Ainosuke Shindo (ADAM), Langa Hasegawa, Reki Kyan

Warnings: None in this chapter

Word Count: ~900

Summary: Songfic inspired by "The Haunting" by Set It Off. Chapter 1: In which Reki comes to visit Langa.

"Again?" Adam sighed as he followed Langa to the common room. "Hasn't the redhead grown tired of this yet?"

"He's my friend," Langa replied firmly. And he stopped abruptly when the man swooped in front of him, a nasty grin on his face.

"Your friend. That's right, isn't it? That's all he could ever be to you, since you have me."

Langa bit his lip, but he couldn't refute Adam's words. They'd tried, years ago. He'd liked Reki, and Reki had liked him, too. They spent time together, went on dates, skated… all sorts of normal things that people did with someone they loved. And Langa had enjoyed himself. But it wasn't the same as how he felt when he was with Adam.

There was always something unpredictable and thrilling when it came to the older man. He was life itself, the sun that drowned out all the other stars in the sky. Whenever they met, Langa learned something new, was forced to challenge himself to keep up, felt his heart race. It used to race when he was with Reki, too, but as more time passed, it had gradually faded away until he didn't feel anything special with his friend. Until he was only a friend.

"Be nice," was the only thing he could say as he walked around Adam. Fortunately, Adam didn't say anything else as they continued on their way, though Langa heard him chuckle behind him. After pushing open the door to the room, Langa glanced around, smiling when he spotted a familiar face.

"Reki!"

"Langa!"

The young man sprang up from the couch he was sitting on, rushing over to Langa to give him a cautious hug. Langa returned it just as tentatively, but when they pulled apart, he noticed Reki glaring over his shoulder.

"So he's still here?"

"Yeah."

There wasn't really anything else that Langa could say, after all, so he let Reki lead him back to the couch, taking a seat beside him. Rolling his eyes, Adam collapsed into the armchair across from them, draping himself across the arms with an exasperated sigh, but both of them ignored the man.

"You've been good?" he asked his friend, and the redhead nodded.

"Better than you, probably. Your mom's worried about you, you know. You should see her sometime."

But Langa shook his head. He knew that she was worried about his situation, and every time Reki visited, he brought this up. But he didn’t want her to see him when things were like this. And even though she tried to reassure him that she’d always support him, no matter what, he knew that this hurt her, too.

Of all of his old friends, Reki was the only one who would still visit, coming once a month. Miya, Cherry, Joe… they used to swing by, but gradually, their visits had become more and more infrequent until they simply stopped. Langa understood, and he didn’t blame them. After all, they’d done everything that they could to try to prevent things from going this far, but Langa had gone behind their backs in the end. This was the mess he’d made, so it was his responsibility to deal with it. Besides, they had their own lives, too.

“What about your own family?” he asked, and Reki launched into an animated retelling of their latest antics, including a tirade about Koyomi’s latest boyfriend and a description of Nanaka and Chihiro’s school play. Langa smiled as he just listened to his friend talk, but Adam slid off his seat, gliding over and perching next to Langa.

“Bo~~~ring. Really, Langa, you know you’re not interested in any of this, so why pretend? Just send him off on his merry way already.”

“Shut up,” Langa muttered, and Reki’s voice died out. Instantly, Langa shook his head, and jerked it over his shoulder. “Not you. Adam.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

Reki's eyes flicked over his shoulder as well before he awkwardly picked up his story again, but the mood had already changed. After he finished talking, silence fell between them, only to be interrupted by Adam again.

“Oh good, he’s done. Bye-bye now, Little Red. Don’t get eaten by the Big, Bad Wolf on your way home,” he sneered. Still, neither Langa nor Reki said anything for another moment, until Reki cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Uh. I’ve got to go now. I told you that I got a job last time, right? We’re really busy right now. But it was good to see you again. Same time next month?”

“Yeah.” Langa nodded. Even he could tell that his friend was making excuses at this point, but it was already nice enough that he would come. Despite everything. “I’m sorry about—”

“No, no, no. It’s okay. I just… hope things get better for you soon, yeah? Take care of yourself. I’ll see myself out.”

Reki stood up, only to freeze when Langa reached out and grabbed his hand.

“Thanks, Reki.”

“Oh. Yeah, of course. We’re friends, right?”

“We are,” Langa agreed, even as Adam repeated mockingly, “Friends~~~.”

Carefully, Reki pulled his hand out of Langa’s, and he and Adam watched the redhead cross the room, exiting through another door. And once it closed behind him, Langa whirled around, sinking a fist into Adam’s gut.

Part 2

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #skate the infinity #fan fic #fanfic #sk8 adam #ainosuke shindo #shindo ainosuke #sk8 snow #sk8 langa #langa hasegawa #hasegawa langa #sk8 reki #reki kyan #kyan reki #mine

[miss-choco-chips]

I just want a fic where Langa and Reki don't see each other for like two days because some family members are visiting the Kyan household or something, and they decide to meet up again with the rest of the group at S once Reki is available again. And when Reki appears Miya is the first one to see him and thinks 'oh this is gonna murder Langa's gay ass isn't it?' Because Reki's visiting cousin was a make over artist or something and she played a Dress the Reki game and sent him off into the world with a brand new undercut (which he somehow rocks despite refusing to leave his head band behind), a still healing lip ring, blue nail polish and a crop top.

And when Miya and Reki join the rest of the group Langa is competing against Joe or something and he sees Reki from the corner of his eye and just. Skates into a wall. Full sped, maybe breaking his nose in the process. Thinks he's fainted and having a fever dream right until Worried Nurse Reki goes to see if he's got any booboos and then realizes this must be real world because not even in his wildest dreams would he be able to imagine Reki like this. Miya is recording everything in the background. Shadow laughs his ass off, refuses to explain to Reki how Langa's sudden clumsiness is fun. Cherry pretends he doesn't know them. Joe is the only sympathetic one, because he remembers eyeliner-lip piercing cherry from his youth and he feels Langa's gay panic in a personal level.

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 #hasegawa langa #kyan reki #renga #langa x reki #cherry blossom #joe #miya chinen #shadow #snow #langa is WHIPPED #reki with a lip ring #reki with an undercut #reki with nail polish #REKI IN A CROP TOP #listen #langa KNEW he was into dudes #but theres a difference between #'oh yeah this guy is cute' and slamming head first into a wall because he can't handle his hormones

[lemons3ason]

Jealous Gorilla (Smut)

(Kojiro Nanjo x Reader)

*MINOR PLS DO NOT INTERACT*

~~~~~~~~~~~

You could barely breathe with his thick cock ramming and stretching your wet cunt, the burn of your walls stretching to fit his massive size was painful enough to feel good in a twisted sort of way. If your hips dared to shy away from him, his large hands would grip the fat of your ass and pull you right back onto his length that you so ungratefully removed yourself from. Kojiro had never been this rough with you before, it was thrilling yet terrifying in a way, all over some praising for the younger skaters. It wasn’t your fault that Langa was so handsome and talented. That Reki was such an exceptional craftsman when it came to boards and his adorably contagious smile. That Miya was so mischievously cute and needy when it came to affection from you! Or that Shadow’s tongue piercing and make up skills were to die for! It was just harmless praises between friends why did it bother him so much.

“J-Joe...ngh...I-it’s to much. To deep.”, you whined, your thighs trembled with each grind his veiny member made against the special soft spot inside your pussy.

You cried out to the sudden stinging pain in your ass and looked over your shoulder to see his face darkened in an angry scowl. Soft whimpers escaped your lips as the hilt of his cock finally brushed against the entrance of your filled pussy. A ring of your lewd cream coating the base of his cock as one final thrust planted his cock deep inside your core, his heavy balls slapping against your clit as you came over his fat member.

“Who said I gave you permission to cum? Giving everyone else attention except me, who do you think you are ignoring me all day? Remember I’m the only one that can fill you up like this, that can make your belly swell when I’m inside your pretty pussy. So tell me why you’ve been ignoring me and flirting with all the other boys.”, Joe growled slapping your ass again since you had dared to move your hips.

You were simply being a brat, but you couldn’t exactly tell him that unless you wanted to call out of work for the next month. You had to think of a believable excuse that would make his affectionate side come back to spoil you. Despite the sting of his cock stretching you, you moved your hips all the way back until your ass pressed against the bottom of his abs and softly rolled your hips as tears spilled from your eyes. Your body shook making him feel guilty for making you cry and when your tear filled half lidded eyes turned back to look at him he felt his cock twitch as you softly whined, “Because you’ve been choosing your fangirls over me. You ditched our date the other day, forgot my birthday yesterday, and ignored me as you wrapped your arms around your fans when we got to S. You don’t love me anymore, you haven’t said it for the past week and my hearts so full of love for you but you don’t want it so I gave it to the boys since they seem to appreciate me.”, you cried wiping your tears away hoping that your acting was enough to convince him. Joe turned you over on the bed and looked down at your tear stained face in pure agony, your bullshit explanation had worked, he kissed your tears away and moved your legs so they would wrap around his waist while his angry dominant daddy persona melted away and returned to his soft daddy routine. He pulled his cock out of your pussy making you whimper from the empty feeling, he had to make up for being rude to you.

“Really love? You made me jealous because I made you jealous? Oh (Y/n), of course I love you. I love you so much, I can’t believe I did that to you.”, Joe frowned kissing your lips sweetly until you began to giggle against them, once he had you smiling again he decided to softly pound your pussy until his love for you was overflowing, “Hold onto me baby, I’m gonna pound you nice and slow okay?”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck as he once again bottomed out in you. His hips got straight to work, gently thrusting his cock into you as it rubbed all the right places. Your toes curled in pleasure and squeals and moans poured out of your mouth like music. Joe smiled and attacked your clit with his rough fingers while whispering sweet words and compliments into your ears. “That’s it beautiful Angel, take me just like that. Stretch that pretty pussy for me all you want and don’t you dare forget how much I love you. I love you so much (Y/n), I only want you. Want to fill you up and put a little skater in you, wanna pound away into your cunt even as your swollen with our first baby. Do you want that?”, Joe asked sweetly suckling your breasts in an attempt to win you over.

Your overstimulated mind could barely produce a proper sentence but one simple nod was enough to tell your jealous lover what you wanted. The grip he had on your thighs would leave bruises, no doubt about that, but it still felt tender and sincere since he held you carefully in his strong arms. Soft praises and sweet ‘I love you’s left his lips making you kiss him to swallow up each word. His hot tongue against yours as his big cock rearranged your insides was wonderful. With each thrust into your gspot you came closer and closer to cumming, your walls now used to the gaping size his cock left them, he was to perfect for you.

“J-Joe...-“

“N-no baby. That’s not my name, not to you. Come on my little amore, call me by my name.”, he purred softly.

You panted for breath as his cock rammed into your plush swollen walls, he fit so snug inside of you, “K-Kojiro.”, you moaned wrapping your legs around his waist as your orgasm neared.

His name spilled from your swollen lips, each ram of his cock making you see stars. He smiled down at you, petting your sweaty bangs out of your face to enjoy the full glow of your orgasm. He groaned against your neck, your walls became unbearably tight over his thick member pulling his orgasm right out of it, he moaned loudly into your ear gripping your hips to keep you in place as he filled you to the brim with his seed. Your legs shook, your back arched off of the bed, and your moans practically became screams of pleasure as your own orgasm splashed against Kojiro’s pelvis. He smirked seeing your pretty little cunt squirt and attacked your clit with his fingers to pull the most of your orgasm out of your tiny body. Once you had finally collapsed to the mattress he kissed your face sweetly apologizing again for making you feel neglected.

“You did wonderful (Y/n), I’m sorry about hurting your feelings. I love I promise for the next month I’m all yours. Use me as you wish, my beautiful, gorgeous, goddess.”, he hummed against your ear pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek as you panted for breath.

“I love you too idiot, but seriously if you ever do this to me again than I’m going over to Kaoru’s and I’m not coming back.”, you warned reaching your arms out to him for cuddles.

He listened...he listened well because deep down he knew your threats were never empty.

#joe sk8 the infinity #kojiro nanjo #kojirou nanjou x reader #Kojiro nanjou smut #sk8 the infinity #sk8 the infinity smut #sk8 the infinity x reader #smut #sk8 infinity #sk8 smut #x reader

[rek1s-headband]

Hi! May I please request random bf headcanons for cherry? Ty!

➯A/N: Hi!! Thanks for the request! Hope you enjoy, and have a lovely day!

➯ Random boyfriend headcannons

➯ Characters: Kaoru Sakurayashiki x gn! reader

➯ Warnings: none:)

If yall met when you were still in high school, he would’ve tried to convince you at least once to let him pierce you or give you a tattoo.

That’s how you would’ve gotten together initially too. His face inches from yours, sticking his tongue out in concentration as he pulls the needle through your lip. Adjusting a piece of jewellery on your lip to match his, he’d gently wipe a stray drop of blood away from your lips with his thumb

You found you couldn’t pull away as you stared into his eyes, slowly closing them as he pulled you in for a gentle kiss. It was quick, but as soon as you pulled away he was pulling you back in for another, and another. The light throbbing in your lip was the least of your worries

He would’ve been so protective of you when he’d go with Adam and Joe to those underground skate meet-ups. Of course, he’s only gotten worse, now he refuses to leave your side at S for fear of some creep trying to hit on you

You have the most unnecessary beef with Carla. You know its a joke of course, but since Carla is, well, a robot, she’s not too knowledgeable about teasing. You’d ask her a load of random, strange questions she couldn’t possibly answer, or you’ll tell her how Kaoru is all yours and she’ll start overheating. Now any time you try to ask her a question she literally just. refuses to answer you

“Master, please tell y/n I dont want to speak to them.” “Oh I’ll show you master-”

Kaoru is indifferent to PDA. He doesn’t hate it, he just doesn’t think others deserve to see you like that. Hell give you the occasional forehead kiss, but even so his arm is constantly glued to you in some way

Behind closed doors though, he cant seem to get enough of you. He loves having you in his lap, his head on your shoulder while you watch TV. If you play with his hair he’s like putty in your hands, leaning into your touch with closed eyes and almost a purr. Loves when you drag your fingertips along his arms and his back, its a comfort to him

You and him will constantly gang up on Joe and absolutely violate the man. It’s already bad with just Kaoru, now imagine the poor guy having to deal with both of you

You’ll hide in the crowd during his exhibitions, occasionally shouting out praise trying to throw him off.

Or worse, you’ll just silently stand there, watching him look around suspiciously, knowing you’re hiding somewhere even if you hadn’t explicitly specified you’d be there. When he finally locks eyes with you, he has to try extremely hard not to laugh as he watches you stare him down, a small grin creeping over your face

You’ll go on dates to Joe’s restaurant just to annoy the shit out of him. You’ll act extra lovey-dovey just to make him uncomfortable, and the pair of you will fake a proposal at least once a month to get free cake(its always one of those shitty plastic rings you get from the dollar store too)

You dyed your hair pink to match with him once, and he absolutely loved it. The two of you would style your hair and clothes to match, and you were quite the sight to see at S

Slow dancing in the kitchen while you make dinner is a regular thing for the two of you. You’ll be idly stirring the pot when one of your songs come on, and suddenly Kaoru is pulling you away from the stove, twirling you around the kitchen and humming in your ear. More often than not you’ll get carried away and burn the dinner.

Who cares, takeout tastes good too

He’s awful at tying his hair up properly, and gets you to tie it for him before an exhibition or a race

You’ve curled his hair before while he slept, and he was insanely fascinated by it. He spent at least an hour shaking his head in front of the mirror, raking is hands through the wavy locks. He kept it curled when you tied it up before S, and it was a big hit during his race. Suddenly he was asking you to curl his hair more often

During the colder months, you and Kaoru will sleep impossibly close, a mess of tangled limbs while Carla quietly plays lullabies in the background. In the warmer months though, you couldn’t be further apart. Lying above the covers in minimal clothing, you’ll both hang off either side of the bed, hissing at each other to not come closer to them while you sweat like pigs. Hey, sometimes romance is keeping your distance

It’s a regular thing for the two of you to get wine drunk and whip out some old board games, yelling at each other when you get put in jail in Monopoly, flipping the Scrabble board when Kaoru insists that “milf” is not a word you’re allowed to use

“ITS AN ACRONYM” “YOURE AN ACRONYM” “WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN”

Reki and Langa love you. Miya took a bit of warming up to you, but as soon as he saw you bullying Joe with Cherry he adored you

If you can skate, you would constantly race against Kaoru just to see if you could beat him. However, with his fancy ass board that already hated you and his insane skills, losses were much more common than wins

He can never get any work done with you around him. You’ll lie your head in his lap while he tries to write, drawing smiley faces in the corners of his paper. He literally has to carry you out of the room just so he can get a bit of peace

Loves conspiracy theories. He’ll shake you awake at four in the morning, rambling about the new video he just watched about McDonald’s actually being run by a cult of clowns

*episode 9 spoilers* after Ad*m gave him a slap of his skateboard, you’d help him wash his hair in the shower, wrapping plastic bags around his casts and making jokes

*washing his back* “don’t make it gay Kaoru” “I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING”

#kaoru sakurayashiki headcanons #kaoru sakurayashiki #kaoru sakurayashiki x reader #cherry blossom #cherry blossom headcanons #cherry blossom x reader #sk8 the infinity x reader #sk∞ #sk8 the infinity #sk8 x reader #sk8 cherry blossom #sk8 kaoru

[violettelueur]

— NANAMI KENTO || WEDDING BAND

↳ featuring : nanami kento from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 21 february

↳ pronouns : non specified in imagine

↳ word count : 0.8k

↳ synopsis : nanami just coming back home from work, only for him to lay on the couch with his arms wrapped around your waist.

↳ request : Hii, I recently just discovered your blog and your writing is absolutely AMAZING! And I also saw that you accept requests, so may I request for a cuddling with nanami imagine? Just overall fluff and cuddle🥺 have a nice day/night! Take care!<3

↳ barista’s notes : another day and another imagine has been created! let me say sk8 the infinity is getting depressing.....and i don’t like it at all ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ reki...langa..noooooo..other than that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and order again soon  ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

“You sure you don’t want to take a shower first?” you quietly asked, as you felt his arms that were around your waist tighten at the fact you were suggesting something that was going to make him be away from you even if it was just for a second.

It was around the evening, it wasn’t too late nor too early since Nanami managed to come home before what he considered to be ‘overtime’ (which was a time around after 6 pm when he would come home to you) just before the sun was about to fully set. 

The mentioned man was right now in front of you, laying on your shared home sofa with his head on your lap as well as his arms wrapped around your waist meaning you were trapped between his body and the leather couch’s back pillows making it impossible for you to even more or escape from his grasp, not that you were planning to at all.

“No, I’m quite fine right now,” Nanami quietly muttered, before making himself comfortable again by snuggling further into your legs before closing his eyes to relish in the sense of comfort you were adoring him with since the minute he had come home.

Giggling innocently at his odd but endearing behaviour, you couldn’t help but raise your hands to brush his soft blonde locks causing your husband to let out a sigh in contentment as he let a small smile slip into his facial expression causing you to smile back since it seemed his face was just stuck on a frown like concrete for the whole day while you both were away from each other.

When you both met each other for the first time, you were quite surprised at his locks since it wasn’t natural for a Japanese person to be naturally born with blonde hair and that caused such curiosity from you at first glance, only to discover later on into the beginning of your romantic relationship that his maternal grandfather was Danish leading you to realise that your assumption that he probably had European heritage in his DNA.

“Are you sure? I can’t lie dear, but you do smell a tiny bit,” you jokingly stated, before letting out a louder giggle at your silly comment while Nanami opened one eye to see your bright expression before once again tightening his hold on you even further - if that was possible at this point.

“I don’t see you pushing away though love,” Nanami commented as he turned his head to look up at you to which you slowly calmed yourself down from your fit of laughter before placing your hand back on his bright strands. “I don’t really want you to pull away but I do want you to take care of yourself,” you replied as you smiled down at him causing a light hue to creep upon his cheeks as your caring nature never failed to make him feel loved and cherished.

“I don’t think you need to wash your hair though,” you mentioned with a pout due to a hint of jealousy being lit up in your chest as you began to realise that you never once felt his hair become greasy in someway, somehow always kept in soft condition like he had a hair-wash day every day even when he did more physical activity than you since he was a sorcerer. 

“I’ll wash it tomorrow,” Nanami uttered as his hand that was behind you began to caress your back as if he was trying to calm you down or rather calm himself down like it was some sort of coping mechanism for him before closing his eyes again, surrendering to the warmth that you were providing for him after a long and stressful day at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College - maybe it was a more irritating day since Gojo was bugging him more than usual.

Smiling down at the relaxed sorcerer, you couldn’t help but lean down and place a gentle kiss on his cheek before pulling away slightly to caress his cheek leading to a light shiver to escape his body due to the feeling of a cold metal ring that was on your left ring finger.

“I love you so much,” you professed with a whisper, causing Nanami to remove one arm from your waist to place his hand on top of yours that was on his cheek, letting his ring graze across the small but beautiful diamond that was on another metal band, identified as your wedding ring.

“I love you more,” Nanami replied, before pulling your left hand to his lips to place a light on both your engagement and wedding ring, letting the tip of your fingers carefully tap his silver wedding band in return.

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[ssamie]

paper rings.

·˚ ༘⌗ chinen miya x gn!reader

·˚ ༘⌗ childhood promises aren't unusual. miya and you had made many to each other, but the most notable one would be the classic promise to marry one another. miya was getting impatient with time, and decided he didn't need to be a grown up to marry you. after all, paper rings will do, right?

·˚ ༘⌗ warnings: fluff, both of you are still in middle school lol 😃, miya being cute and kind of ooc??

gen masterlist.            sk8 masterlist.

miya grumbled as he sneaked quick glances at you from across him. you were both at school eating lunch underneath a tree for shade, like you always do, and for some reason, he was acting strange and awfully fidgety ever since the morning you went up to greet him.

"alright, what is it, miya?" you asked with a sigh "h-huh?" miya jumped as he nervously sipped on his drink, avoiding eye contact as his fingers fiddled with his switch.

"you're acting so weird" you said as you throw a candy wrapper at him "you've been looking at me strangely all day" you said as you narrowed your eyes at him

miya gulped and shook his head "no way!" he denied "you're getting too confident, you slime!" he said as he stuck his tongue out playfully

you rolled your eyes and laughed at his antics, throwing another piece of wrapper at him as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "whatever" you said

"and don't call me a slime, im your best friend!" you whined with a laugh. miya blushed and jutted his bottom lip out in a sort of pout. "you're still a slime if you keep acting like that.." he muttered

you raise a brow in confusion "acting like what?" you asked. "a-acting so... so.." he stammered out, looking so flustered as he tries to maintain eye contact with you, even though he could practically feel his heart palpitating.

"so what?" you asked again, this time even more confused as his face visibly becomes a brighter shade of red all the way to the tip of his ears.

"so cute!!" miya finally admitted, accidentally raising his voice a little too high, causing a few students to turn their heads.

"aghhh" he groaned out as he ducked his head to avoid their gazes out of embarrassment.

"oh.. is that so?" you cooed out with a laugh as you cover your cheeks which were heating up from the compliment.

"well, you're pretty cute yourself" you teased "even for a slime"

miya looked up and glared at you, despite his quivering lips and shaky voice he still managed to let out a small "im not a slime.."

you smile and pack away your bento, standing up on your feet and pulling him along. "im gonna keep calling you a slime if you won't stop acting weird around me" you said

"anyways, let's go. lunch is about to end" you say as you take his hand in yours and proceed to walk away. miya gulped as he stared longingly at your intertwined hands.

more specifically, your ring finger which seems to be quite bare.

"hey, y/n.." he muttered. "yeah?" you reply

"remember our promise?" he asked ".. yknow, when we were kids?"

you hummed for a moment before replying, "i think so.." you said "i mean.. i remember promising not to tell anyone when you fell into a canal when we were like five-"

"not that!!" miya shrieked with a bit of a pink tint to his cheeks "forget about that whole thing, that's embarrassing!" he whined

"then what?" you asked with a laugh "i can't name every promise we've ever made all in one go, you know?"

miya huffed and abruptly stopped in his tracks, causing you to halt along with him.

"i meant.. when we promised to marry each other." he said in a soft whisper

"miya.." you mumble as you stare at him in surprise. miya simply looked away, avoiding eye contact as his lips quiver into a small frown.

"um. yeah, i remember" you replied with a nervous smile as miya takes your hand in his and locks your fingers together.

"y/n, i think.." miya stammered out "i think i want to get married already."

you blinked in shock and confusion before letting out a sheepish laugh "haha, miya you can't be serious" you said

"we're too young, plus, you're saying that as if you like me or something" you said in a joking manner as you playfully hit his shoulder "but you don't actually like me, right?" you asked with a nervous gulp

miya shook his head and placed your hands over his chest, holding them tenderly as he stares up at you with his eyes glimmering with admiration.

"i like you a lot, y/n" he admitted "i've liked you since we were kids and-" he cut himself off

"actually, i think i love you. so um.. i wanna get married so nobody else can love you but me." miya said with a look of determination on his face as he nervously waits for your response.

"well uh.." you stammer out as you nervously look around "i.. i love you too, miya.." you finally admitted as you send him a bashful glance

miya's eyes widened as his smile turned into a wide grin. "really?" he asked with excitement

"yeah i guess" you muttered bashfully as you try to avoid his entrancing emerald hued eyes.

"that's great! let's get married." miya said as he took your hand and pulled you along as he ran towards the infamous cherry blossom tree in your school.

"miya, slow down!" you whined as he practically dragged you along while you struggled to keep up with him since he was basically sprinting.

"hurry up, you slime!" miya exclaimed with a laugh as he slows down to match your pace

"geez. you know we can get married at like 20 or 25 instead, right?" you said as you let out a breath of air

you were both underneath the cherry blossom tree. the beautiful pink blossoms fall and sway around due to the wind as the both of you lay on the grassy ground.

"we don't even have rings" you laughed as you turned to look at him. "don't worry i already have those" miya said with a cat-like grin

you watched in amusement as he dug into his pocket and pulled out two rings made of paper with small cat and video game stickers and both of your names written on the inside.

"oh gosh you actually have them" you sweat drop "ofcourse! i made these this morning and put a lot of effort so you better accept it" miya playfully scowled

you both sat up as he held out his palm, urging you to place your hand on top of it.

"my vows would be.. uh i'll love you forever and let you play my games. and i won't ever leave you and call you a slime ever again" miya muttered as he slid the ring into your finger, blushing madly as he does so.

"wow, nice vows. very heartfelt." you say sarcastically with a laugh, causing him to grumble and gently hit you with his fist.

"just say your vows, you slime!"

"you just said you wouldn't call me a slime anymore!"

"that only applies after! we're still not together since you still haven't told me your vows, slime!"

you sigh as a fond smile grazed your lips. you stare at miya through your lashes, chuckling to yourself as you see him waiting expectantly with a concerning amount of blush on his cheeks.

"my vows would be.." you muttered "that i would never leave you and i'll be with you and support you in whatever you wanna do." you said

"and-"

"that's enough" miya cut you off by waving his hand at your face, while covering his with the other. "u-um.. im fine with just that, you don't have to say anything else.." he said

you blink in confusion but agree anyways. "okay then" you smiled

miya gulped as he shakily lends you his hand, watching in astonishment as you slid the ring onto his finger.

"there, we're now officially together forever" you said with a laugh as you intertwined your hands together

"yeah." miya mumbled as his lips slowly curled into a loving smile

you gave him a smug grin as you point to your lips "this is the part where you kiss me-"

miya didn't let you finish as he suddenly tackled you into a hug and pressed a soft kiss onto your lips before moving along and pressing his lips onto both of your cheeks and nose.

"thanks for marrying me" miya muttered against your neck as he buries his face against your skin

"anytime" you chuckled. you wrapped your arms around him, causing him to sigh in satisfaction and relax against your body.

"mhhm, love you y/n" he mumbled

"i love you too miya"

"man, you'll never understand since you're too young" reki said with a smug grin as he patted miya's head to emphasise his point

"love is just too complex for kiddos like you" reki teased

miya simply grumbled and glared up at the redhead, causing reki to laugh even more. "oh yeah?" miya taunted

"well, it's not like you have a lover of your own" he scoffed "you can't flirt for the life of you, and girls wouldn't even waste their time of day to look at you"

reki let out a pained smile as he sulked over miya's harsh words. "ahahaha, those are some big words for a little kid like you" reki squeaked out with a chuckle

"tch.." miya gritted his teeth as he glared up at reki "you have no room to talk when your ethe one who doesn't have a s/o, you slime!" he exclaimed

"eh??" reki mused "why? do you have a s/o?" he taunted "i think not-"

"yes i do." miya cut him off with a smug smirk

"ha?! how?! you're like three?!?" reki exclaimed in surprise, which seemed to catch the others' attention

"ha?! im thirteen idiot!!" miya yelled back with a scowl

"what happened?" kaoru asks with a raised brow as he looks between the two boys. reki seemed to be in shock and suspicion, while miya was sticking his tongue out at the redhead.

"cherry, miya said he has a s/o!!" reki exclaimed "how is that even possible?! he's a child!"

"im a teenager!" miya exclaimed

"really?" kaoru hummed in amusement as his eyes slowly trail over to you, who was too busy munching on burgers with langa to even notice their arguing.

"who is it??" reki asked "its y/n." miya replied with a proud smirk

"Y/N?! IMPOSSIBLE!" reki exclaimed with widened eyes. he ran over to you and hugged you protectively to his chest. "y/n, answer me honestly!" he said

"are you and miya together?!"

you blink in confusion and look at langa for an answer, though he simply shrugged and carried on eating. "um, well yeah." you said

"no way?!!!" reki exclaimed "oi you slime, why does it seem so unbelievable to you anyway, huh?" miya asked him with a raised brow as he pulled you closer to him

"it's just a shock to me!" reki said "i never would've guessed that.." he let out a sigh

kojiro sweat dropped and patted miya and yours' heads. "well, it was pretty obvious they'd end up together" he said

"yeah, we even got married." miya said in a nonchalant tone as he intertwined your hands.

"EH?!" now this time, everyone had let out a scream of their own. they looked between the two of you and blinked in shock.

"impossible. since when?" kaoru asked

"a week ago" you replied with a smile as you raise both of your hands to show them the rings on your fingers.

"but thats just paper-" kaoru slapped langa's mouth with his fan and smiled proudly at the two of you.

"that's wonderful. are those your rings?" he asked with a hum

"yeah. miya made them" you replied "it was really fun. the 'wedding' was a bit unexpected but its fine." you said

"the children are growing up!" kojiro exclaimed as he covered his mouth, while he wipes the stray tears of joy away.

"kaoru! the children are grown!!"

"shut up, you gorrila! you act like they're our kids." kaoru rolled his eyes. he then turned to you and smiled softly once again.

"congratulations" he said

"heh. hows that, you slime?" miya sneered at reki as he flaunts the paper rings with a smug cat-like grin.

"those are just paper anyways! so you're not really married- ow!" reki yelped as he felt kaoru's fan hit his head

"tch. whatever! im gonna get real rings soon!" miya exclaimed.

"no need to rush things, you know?" you mused as you patted miya's head

"yeah.." miya muttered "paper rings will do for now.. right?" he asked.

"right."

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[eijishimas]

good boy.

masterlist.

characters are aged up, minors dni.

choking, begging, subby reki, calling reki a good boy, f!reader.

i wrote this for another character originally but i loved it too much for it to go to waste so i modified it for mr. kyan here.

a sharp breath caught in reki’s throat as a harsh blush coated his cheeks. his hands gripped the thin sheets, eyes half-lidded as he felt fingers inching their way around his throat. “y/n,” he choked out, the coolness of your rings against the heat of his neck made his cock throb with impatience against your thigh. the woman in question was sat atop of him, your knees at either side of his hips as you leaned down close to your boyfriend’s face. his amber eyes were darkened with a certain lust to them and he shivered at your dominant gaze. reki gasped again, feeling your grip tighten around his airways.

“use your words, reki,” you cooed. your breath fanned against his kiss swollen lips, trembling as his tongue poked out to swipe across them in a sorry attempt to calm his nerves. his hips jerked up involuntarily at your little taunt.

“ah ah. be a good boy.” your voice was a soft melody, dragging him deeper into this tempting heat he could never fight off when he was with you. your free hand held his hip down, your hand squeezing the flesh of his waist as a little warning to him. he let out a strained groan. his entire body felt like it was burning beneath the intensity of your gaze, though reki was sure that you were staining your panties with your own arousal despite your undaunted attitude. he knew you got off from having complete control over his body. how he flowed so freely like water to your every whim.

“words, reki.”

“pl- please.”

“please what?”

“please,” reki begged more so with his eyes than with his words. you could see the way his muscles of his biceps flexed beneath your touches, your grip on his neck easing for a brief moment. “fuck me, please. i wan… wanna be inside you,” he wheezed out breathlessly. closing the gap between you two, you planted a chaste, fleeting kiss to his lips. just enough to keep him wanting more from you. it was evident in the way he whined when the short lived kiss came to an end.

you pushed the fabric of your soiled underwear aside, dragging the sensitive, leaking head of your boyfriend’s cock along her slit. you shivered with delight, sitting up fully to allow reki to indulge in the image of you sinking down to the hilt of his cock. the desperate moan he let loose was riveting, further spurring you on to give him more pleasure. you grinned down at him hungrily as you felt more precum drip into your tight, hot cunt. your fingers pressed a bit harder on his neck, just to make him feel the breath being stolen from him again. you nearly came right then and there as you saw how his eyes began to roll back, his cock twitching as your walls clamped around him so snugly. rolling your hips against his, reki’s jaw dropped as he whined feverishly.

“please, y/n,” the redhead babbled, cock aching as he had nothing on his mind but the want of some sort of relief for the tension in the pit of his stomach, curling and uncurling with every movement of your body atop his, “i- i need you. please.”

“mhm. keep begging. that’s my good boy.”

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[ecliptsukki]

his delinquent phase ❧ kaoru sakurayashiki // cherry blossom

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➣ genre: fluff

➣ warnings: adam’s existence 

➣ request: can i request a one shot where you’re cherrys s/o and like childhood best friends with joe and cherry and adam and you’re gushing over cherrys old bad boy look with piercings and everuthing and cherry one day goes to S with his piercings and hair the same way as before just to see you fawn over him skjfks

➣ a/n: this took me three times to type up because the first two times i did it, tumblr thought it would be funny to delete it. i’m not sure if i love how this came out, but it’s still better than my original plan. hopefully this was correct to what the anon requested. enjoy!

ps: i’m also going to be going on a trip for four days tomorrow, so i’m not sure if i’ll be able to post. i’ll definitely try to start working on my other requests!

You had known Joe, Cherry, and Adam ever since the four of you were in high school. Out of the three, you had met Joe, first, not soon before you met Cherry.

You were walking down the eventful streets of Okinawa, admiring the sights and getting accustomed with the area. You had moved to the city not too long ago and already were growing attached to the place. In your defense, the city was your perfect and desired location to live in. 

A gentle breeze blew through your hair, rustling the leaves of the green trees. You sighed at the feeling of the cool breeze tickling your warm skin. Not long after that breeze had gone, another, harsher breeze blew past you. You flinched at the abnormally sharp wind, snapping your head to the side, in its direction. You were met with honey red eyes and short, green locks, swaying. 

The male slips past you, stopping abruptly.

“Sorry about that,” he smiled, embarrassed, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You were in awe, seeing what the boy was standing on, and on alert because you had always been taught to be cautious around strangers, especially when you were walking alone. 

“Um, no. I’m alright, just shocked,” you shrugged, replying quietly.

Another harsh, but gentler than before, wind blows past you, revealing a pink-haired male. He had three piercings on his ear and one on his lip. Half of the boy’s face was hidden by his long bangs, allowing your focus to lock on his golden eye.

“Watch where you’re going,” he snaps at his green-haired friend. “Sorry about him,” he apologizes, giving you a polite smile.

All the sirens were going off in your head.

He has so many piercings! Is he a delinquent? Are both of them delinquents? If they are, I can’t fight them off on my own. What do I do?

“I’m Kaoru,” the bubblegum-haired male suddenly said, “This is Kojiro.”

Kojiro nodded at you, an embarrassed blush still grazing his cheeks. 

“Hey, aren’t you the new kid?” Kaoru asked, finding your puzzlingly familiar.

“Oh, that’s why I felt like I’ve met you before,” Kojiro spoke up, nodding his head when he realized who you were.

Awkwardly, you shyly respond, “Sorry, I can’t seem to remember seeing you guys at school. Are you in my class?”

Until dusk, the three of you talked, getting to know the each of you better. You were also able to befriend the boys you were so afraid of, becoming your first two friends in the city.

You met Adam in the dark of night, beside Cherry and Joe.

They had brought you along, one night, wanting to skate with you. You already knew the basics of skating, nothing more, nothing less. Therefore, as your closest, and only, friends, they wanted to get further acquainted with you in something they loved. 

“Who’s the sweet cheeks?” His hoodie-covered eyes left an eerie pressure on you, causing goosebumps to emerge from your skin.

“This is our close friend, Y/N L/N,” Cherry spoke up.

“She goes to school with us, and we wanted to bring her skating. Mind her tagging along?” Joe asks his hooded friend.

“Not at all, just as long as she can keep up,” he spoke in a cocky tone.

The pretentious attitude the unnamed face had was irking you in the wrong way. He seemed too mysterious for your liking. A third of the boy’s face was hidden in the shadow of his hoodie, leaving you only able to see the blue tips of his hair and his structured nose. 

He must’ve noticed your timid stare because he looks at you, under his hood, “Call me Adam.”

 Cherry and Joe look at you expectingly.

“Just call me sweet cheeks, for now,” you reply, distantly, not ready to let your guard down just yet.

You hear your two friends sigh, chuckling to each other.

“Don’t worry, she’ll warm up to you, soon,” Cherry told Adam, “We know firsthand how she is with meeting new people.”

You blush, remembering your first encounter with the pair.

Thinking back, you still regret letting your walls down and accepting Adam as a friend. Not a day goes by that Adam doesn’t linger in your mind, as much as you’d hate to admit. 

You despise that man with a passion. From your first interaction, you should’ve known that there was something off about the blue-haired male, but pondering on these frustrations now wouldn’t change anything. As much as you’d like to curse the man for hurting your friends’ and your feelings, you knew you had to move on.

You sat on the soft mattress of your shared bed, scrolling through old pictures stored on your phone. You saw pictures taken by Kaoru when you guys went on dates. Majority of the photos were candid, seeing as he always had told you that you were the “most photogenic woman” he had ever met.

You remember the day he had told you that. You also remember your laughed reply.

“Then you’ve got the whole world to explore, my love.”

Although, honestly, you thought Kaoru was quite the photogenic one himself. His gorgeous, sorted, pink hair matched with his golden eyes and perfect face never looked bad, not even at the crack of dawn or in the late of night. 

Speaking of which, you scrolled upon a photograph of Kaoru sitting all pretty with his piercings on display. Those piercings brought back many memories, humorous and lustful.

Ironically, the thing that brought you fear before now brings you yearning.

Honestly, once you had befriended Kaoru and came to trust him, the piercings no longer frightened you but instead, fascinated you. Those metal hoops further increased your attraction to the ponytailed man, leading you to the relationship you were in now.

Obviously, Kojiro played a big role in setting the two of you up together because both of you were completely oblivious to the other’s feelings. It got to the point that Adam almost had to step in and wack some sense into the both of you.

Anyways, ever since Kaoru had started working in the calligraphy business, he removed his piercings to maintain a professional image. You detested the idea, but you also knew that it was the best for his business. 

Now that you were looking back at photos of Kaoru as a teenager, you began to crave seeing him in those metal rings once more. You missed the “bad boy” look your boyfriend used to have, not that you didn’t appreciate how he looked now. It’s just that there’s a different vibe to his current and past aesthetics.

As you stalked through more pictures of teenage Kaoru, you were unaware of the very man you were thinking about watching you. He noticed the longing and craving in your gaze. Then, he caught a glimpse of what was being projected on your screen: it was him but in his teenage years. 

Suddenly, everything clicked for Kaoru, and he had the perfect plan in mind.

Something was off. Usually your boyfriend would insist on bringing you to “S” himself but not today. If anything, he was urging you to go with Kojiro.

“He’s been your friend for the same amount of time as I. You should take this time to your advantage and catch up,” was Kaoru’s excuse.

First of all, catch up on what? It’s not like you haven’t talked to Kojiro in months. Actually, you talked to him a day ago, at “S.” Secondly, what’s up with the sudden lenience and weak excuses?

Joe, who was also in on the plan, tried to help his friend out, making a feeble attempt to lure you with free food.

“I can get free food from you whenever I want,” you replied, squinting suspiciously at your friend.

“Not with that attitude, you can’t.” That pulled a raised brow from you and a regret-filled face from the muscular man.

Though you weren’t fully convinced that nothing was off, you still left with Joe, caving into their terrible attempts of covering up whatever they were hiding from you.

You had arrived at “S” with Joe for about ten minutes now, but there was still no sightings of your beloved, Cherry. Joe caught glimpse of your searching eyes and reassured you that he would be coming, be it later than usual.

Reki, Langa, and Miya had made their way over to you, sparking up a conversation with you, making you forget about the missing presence of a specific male. 

Miya was explaining the new training regiment and diet he was to use in order to advance his strength, leading you to worry for the small teenager. If he didn’t eat enough, it could become fatal to him. You didn’t understand why a child was being treated so harshly by his managers, forcing him to eat barely anything and train long hours of the day. 

You were concernedly asking Miya if he was feeling alright and offered him an energy bar you carried around in case of emergencies, which he gratefully accepted, when you heard the cheers of fangirls behind you. Knowing they weren’t meant for Joe, you turned around to meet the golden eyes you’d fallen in love with.

This time, there was something different. His face wasn’t hidden by his mask. You could see the pale skin of his cheeks and the pink of his lips. Besides the absence of the black cloth, you noticed metallic rings decorating your boyfriend’s lip and ears. Also, his hair wasn’t whipping behind him, as per usual, but laid low, drifting in the wind.

For a hot moment, you had thought you had finally lost it, but when you blinked your eyes, looking at Miya then back to Cherry, you realized you were still sane and your boyfriend still looked like he aged back into his high school days.

“Is that Cherry?” Miya asked from beside you.

You nodded, speechless.

You heard someone let out a loud laugh beside you, “Since when did he have piercings?”

Ignoring the redhead’s outburst, you were mesmerized by the Cherry you had been obsessing over a couple days ago. It felt like one extravagant dream that you didn’t want to wake up from. In your defense, as he stepped of his skateboard, coming to embrace you, he looked straight out of a fantasy. His skin was practically glowing, and his hair gently floated perfectly onto his shoulders.

“Hello, darling,” he spoke in a sultry voice, placing a soft kiss to your forehead as he held you in his muscular arms.

“K-Kao—” you quickly realize your soon-to-be mistake and fix it, “Cherry.”

His eyes shrink as he laughs, endearingly, admiring the flustered and confused look you were portraying.

“Is this why you and Joe were being so weird earlier today?” You asked, cheek pressed against his slim, toned chest.

“Indeed, my love. What do you think? Definitely brings back some memories of the old days,” he lifts your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“I love it. It’s perfect. You’re perfect,” you smile brightly, eyes lustrous. Pushing yourself up on your toes, you whisper into his ear, “You also look really hot.” You quickly pull away, turning a vibrant red.

“I think you broke her,” Joe told his friend, placing a heavy hand on the pink-nette’s shoulder.

After the supposed one occurrence surprise, you began to avidly ask him to wear his piercings, loving how attractive and domineering he looked in them. If he denied, you would ask him to, at least, tie his hair in the relaxed half up half down hairdo. He didn’t mind the different hairstyle as much as he did the piercings so it became a normal look for him. The only times he would willingly put on his piercings were when he was going to “S” or when the two of you were safe in the comfort of your own home, for research purposes.

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[amimimi]

joe and cherry taking care of their drunk s/o

synopsis: in which joe and cherry take care of your drunk ass

pairings: joe x reader, cherry x reader

warnings: drinking, getting sick, suggestive themes, swearing, slight spoilers in joe’s part

notes: i separated the joe and cherry head canons from the langa and reki ones because I thought I was gonna make these a lot more suggestive,,,but i did not 🤥 i apologize in advance for any grammatical/spelling errors!

JOE

will laugh at you

in a good natured way, of course

he just thinks you’re so cute, he can’t get enough of you

joe and you go bar hopping for date night this week, which y’all have done in the past so it’s nothing too crazy

except this time around, you overdo it 😗

and joe thinks it’s the most endearing thing as you cling onto his biceps as you sway on your feet

he holds you by your elbows, grinning down at you as you blearily smile up at him

you both are standing near the dance floor, as you struggle to maintain your footing

“you good?” he calls over the music and you nod slowly, grinning even harder

“yea! you’re a great dancer!” you shout back at him and joe chuckles

“we aren’t dancing, baby cakes” he says, giving your elbows a squeeze

you frown

“oh...i knew that! i meant in general...” you murmur, eyes struggling to stay open.

joe purses his lip at you, before wrapping his arms around your waist. “i think you need some air, babe” he suggests and you nod sluggishly

guides you outside the bar and takes you across the street

the crisp night air doesn’t help you out all that much

you get sick and joe can’t even hold your hair back because he has to hold you to keep you from falling face forward

“okay, babe, let’s get you home” joe chuckles,

not even one bit worried

has a lot of experience with drinking/drunk people up his sleeve

honestly maybe the best person to care for you while you’re drunk

joe doesn’t panic or even if he IS concerned, he’s good at keeping a straight face (i’m thinking of the episode when ad*m hits cherry in the face and he’s the only one who doesn’t flinch)

he takes you in his swole arms (that man is built like an ox 😩) and carries you bridal style all the way home

entertains your babbling and carries a conversation with you no matter how nonsensical it is

if you think you see someone even looking at joe, you try cussing them out msnxjshwdghd

and joe’s like “haha, darling, my sweet dove, ☺️” and then turns to whoever you’re cussing out and says “they’re drunk, sorry about that!”

joe definitely takes you to his place

makes you take a shower! but he showers with you because he doesn’t want you to fall and break your nose or something

stands behind you, with his arms wrapped around you for support

rubs a loofah down your arms and torso

every now and then he’ll press a kiss against the side of your neck <3

joe wraps you in a towel and gently dries you with another towel

he makes you sit on his closed toilet seat and kneels before you to dry your legs with a smaller towel

he glances up at you to see you staring at him, slightly swaying and wrapped in a towel

“you like watching me work, don’t you?” he smirks

“i like watching your back” you reply, the alcohol numbing your shame and joe laughs at you

makes you brush your teeth

he places a hand over your forehead and holds you up by your arm as you brush

joe: “are you...are you swallowing the tooth paste??”

you: “...no...not on purpose”

okay, joe maybe slightly concerned

pulls one of his shirts over your head and laughs when your hair gets messed up

when you finally get in bed, you sleep in between joe’s legs with your head resting on his naked chest, arms wrapped around you

doesn’t mind if you drool on him <3 he just fondly smiles at you

CHERRY

HE IS NOT HERE FOR IT SKDUSKSJDJD

does not like being around drunk people—like he avoids it with a passion

someone he knows could be drunk as helll and he’d just be like “...and what the f*ck does that gotta do with me?”

obviously he won’t let anyone DIE, but prefers to take preventative action such as cutting someone off from having any more drinks than to deal with their drunk asses

and obviously, he’ll make an exception for you 😙

he’s not impressed tho 😗

like if your tipsy, he may find that endearing

but if you’re like—DRUNK DRUNK, like belligerently so...he’s gonna be like “*sigh*”

you probably don’t get drunk in public when you’re out with him to preserve his the respect of his business

so he’s probably having a night in, no S, no dinner with joe

he’s catching up on reading when his doorbell rings and he’s like “??”

cherry goes to peek out the peephole and — holy shit is that you? and who’s standing next to you??

he opens the door to see you, drunk off your ass, and barely standing on your own as you friend wraps their arm around you for support

when you see cherry, you perk up and smile “kaoru!”

“does this belong to you?” your friend grins at cherry, who’s just staring at you wobble on your feet like a newborn deer

“yes” he says slowly, a little surprised at how drunk you are

he reaches out for you and you all but collapse in his arm, cherry slightly straining under the weight

“okay, then! my taxi’s waiting, bye babe!” your friend calls to you and you sluggishly wave at them while hanging off of cherry’s waist

cherry makes sure you friend gets in the taxi safely before turning to you

“what have you gotten yourself into?” he sighs, hoisting you up and carrying you into his house

“just had a few drinks!” you chirp, wrapping your arms around cherry’s neck

“a few...” cherry echoes you flatly

“ maybe a couple!”

“...”

“ okay, maybe a lot”

doesn’t even wait for you tell him if you feel nauseous, he just carries you to the bathroom and sits you down in front of the toilet

ties your hair back as you babble nonsensically about how dangerous it is that he rides a skateboard

if you get sick, he gently rubs your back and murmurs soothingly to you

makes you wash your mouth out and brushes your teeth for you (he’s grumbling as he does it, BUT HE’S STILL DOIN IT)

he’s gonna save the lecturing for tomorrow so he just resorts to muttering under his breath, but he’s still very gentle with you

he bathes you! but then you tell him that he looks like your mother as he does it and he’s just like “😐 okay bath time over”

get’s you a silk robe and guides you into his bed

he runs to get you a class of water and when he comes back, he hears you sniffling as you lay with your back to him

“what’s the matter, love?” he asks gently, sitting down the bed next to you

he brushes your hair back to see you are, in fact, crying

you take a shaky breath as you struggle to sit up and look directly at him

“are you cheating on me with carla??” you ask wobbly, stealing yourself for his answer

cherry: “😐😑😐”

he just hands the glass of water to you and doesn’t say anything bc he’s TIRED

when you finish your glass, he places it on his bedside table as you sink into the sheets

“you didn’t answer” you murmur glumly, staring straight ahead

cherry looks down at you and tilts his head, brushing your hair back from your face, kinda smiling for that first time that night

“no. how would cheat on you with a skateboard?” cherry asks, slightly teasing.

“you literally make heart eyes with it...don’t laugh!” your lower lip begins to wobble as cherry slightly chuckles

“you’re so drunk” he smiles at you softly

you weakly nod in agreement as cherry continues brushing your hair back

“yea, ‘won’t do it again tho...thank you kaoru, i love you” you garble out, sleep overtaking you

cherry waits until you fall asleep to give you a kiss on the forehead,

he stays up a to watch you before he slides in next to you and sleeps facing you with your hand in his

notes: i’m gonna do langa, reki, joe, and cherry all in one post for the sequel (?) to this where reader takes care of them when they get drunk!

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