#sk8 imagines

[fattuccini-afraido]

Cherry: You called Miya here to help instead of me?

Joe: Well, when you want to do something stupid, you don't call the voice of fucking reason, do you?

[thewritetofreespeech]

hello, how are you?

may i please request polyam!renga (skate the infinity) when their girlfriend is upset with them? maybe because they went to compete against adam, even after she expressed how against it she was (she was very worried)...

Reki /Langa/Girlfriend - Keeping secrets

The sound of wheels clicking against the concrete echoed over the man-made valleys of the skate park. At this time of night, no one was around. So the entire parks was Reki and Langas to command and practice.

“Yes!” Reki cheered as he landed his new trick.

“Good job.” Langa ‘cheered’ as well, although more subdued than his fiery companion. As usual.

“With these new moves, we’ll definitely be able to beat Adam when he shows up! No one will stand a chance against us at SK8 next week!”

“So this is where you guys have been?”

The boys job at the sound of a new voice, but recognize it instantly. They slowly turn around to see [Y/N] there. A frown on her face and Reki’s hoodie he had leant her, but was never returned, around her shoulders to keep warm. “What are you guys even doing out here?”

“We were��.just practicing….”

“Yeah…practicing…” Langa chimed in after Reki. But his ability to lie was weaker than his ability to stand on a board just a few months again. “We were training to beat Adam.”

“Langa!”

[Y/N]’s frown deepened at Langa’s confession. “You told me you weren’t going to try and skate against him anymore.”

"We knew you'd be mad if we were training to face Adam."

"So we kept it a secret."

"I'm not mad you're training to face Adam." She told them, which caused the boys to look surprised. "I'm mad that you lied to me. Yes, I'm annoyed that you're still planning to face him after what he did to Cherry. The guy is psychotic! But instead of just talking to me the both of you lied and snuck around behind my back. We don't do that to each other!"

Reki & Langa hung their heads. They did agree to be honest with each other.

When they started this throple thing, no one really knew what they were doing. None of them had really dated before. Nor did any of them have experience in relationships. Let alone complex ones like this. But they all agreed to try, under the condition that they were honest with each other about things and how they were feeling.

“We’re sorry.” The boys apologized in unison.

“We just…didn’t want you to be mad at us.”

“Langa’s right. We thought if we could train and practice up, then by the time we told you about what we wanted to do you could see how much we’ve improved, and you’d be ok with it.”

“I’m not going to be ‘ok’ with you challenging an attempted murder. But I guess if this is something you feel like you have to do, I won’t stop you.” The boys smiled at [Y/N]’s understanding, but she still wasn’t smiling at them. “But if you hide things from me again, I’ll be ‘not ok’ with anything ever again. I mean it. No more secrets or this is over.”

Reki & Langa but seemed to be scared straight by her comment, and nodded vigorously that they wouldn’t keep secrets anymore. “Good. Now. Show me what you’ve been working on I guess. Let’s see how you improved.”

The boys beamed and ran off to show their girlfriend what they had learned. Excited to show off for her more now than facing Adam.

[duckymcdoorknob]

Heyo again! I have returned for the final order!

If it's alright, I'd like to order a medium iced coffee with extra ice; the toppings are cream + sugar and caster sugar (and possibly sea salt but that's optional :3) The name on the order is Joe :3

Thank you again! Here's my payment! :3 Have an amazing day and take your time with everything friend! Here's to an incredible event!

WIDHIDBSJWN DA FUCKING C A T E

HelLO WELCOME TO ORDER NUMBER 3 >:)

This one is self indulgent and was so cute 🙁❤️

CW BELOW THE CUT: None!

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

You never could’ve imagined that playing with your aunt’s spare camera would lead you to many, wonderful adventures. After picking up your first camera as a child, you fell in love with photography. Overtime, you developed a passion and talent for the craft, leading you to post your shots. After a while, you gained popularity, and the attention of a certain family…

Next thing you knew, you were hired by the Chinens to photograph Miya’s competitions. You didn’t much mind, though, since the boy was a riot.

Miya kept you entertained as you photographed. There was something so enticing about the way he performed his tricks. Your shots were beautiful, sending you, and your employers, home with a large portfolio of photographs.

After a competition, the boy begged his parents to go to a restaurant. They agreed and, to your shock and delight, invited you along.

It was there that you would meet the rest of Miya’s friends, and the owner of the place: Kojiro Nanjo.

From that point, you were deeply immersed in the world of skating, and “S” itself. You had become fast friends with everyone, for you found yourself feeling strangely comfortable around the motley crew.

You decided to keep your photography a secret from the rest of them, and begged Miya to do the same. You had a great plan in mind…

At every race one of your boys was in, you would discreetly follow him down the path and take action shots. After a while, each had their own portfolio stuffed to the brim with photos.

When Christmas came, you printed each of their photos and tied them neatly with a ribbon. They were all overjoyed to have such beautiful photos as a keepsake, but were careful to keep them hidden away.

It wasn’t long before word spread of your talents, and soon enough you found yourself as the official “S” photographer. The skaters would commission you mostly, but sometimes you would grab a few shots for practice.

After a while, skater after skater wanted their photos taken, and it became supremely overwhelming.

After a killer night of tournaments, you found yourselves all relaxing at Hiromi’s apartment, the seven of you somehow fitting in the three roomed place.

Miya, who had insisted that he wasn’t tired, was currently curled up on the floor with his head in Kaoru’s lap, the man running his fingers through the boy’s hair absentmindedly.

Kojiro, Hiromi, Reki, and Langa were all seated on the floor and watching your photo processing, since Miya had begged you to put it on the TV via an hdmi cable attached to your laptop.

Reki had ended up falling asleep first, head resting on Langa’s shoulder. The blue-haired boy didn’t miss a beat and mirrored his friend’s actions. Kaoru decided to move Miya to Hiromi’s bed, and Hiromi drifted off on the couch, resting his head on his palm, leaving you and Joe alone.

You wordlessly clicked through thousands of photos, checking the time every few seconds. You had been paid to have a whole portfolio ready by the next morning, and you had so many un-usable ones. The SD card was loaded with duplicates, blurry shots, unfocused shots, other skaters, motion blurred shots, photobombed shots, etc.

“Hey.” You heard a whisper from behind you. “How’s it looking?”

With a sigh, you pointed to the top right hand corner of your laptop, revealing harsh, white numbers that read 250/3250

“(N/N), you started this an hour ago. At the rate you’re going, you’ll be up all night.” Joe noted as his hands gently came up to rub your shoulders.

“It’s alright,” you replied. “I can’t sleep until these are finished.”

The green-haired male clicked his tongue in annoyance. His hands didn’t stop gently massaging your shoulders as he watched you agonizingly sift through your SD card.

After another half hour. The clock read 2:30, and you were bleary-eyed and delirious. Every photo looked blurry, and you were close to tears. Your hands grew shaky leading to trouble moving your mouse.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong? What’s on your mind?” Joe’s whispered question brought you over the edge. Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as your shoulders shook. “Hey…”

“Joe, please just-“ you sniffled. “Please, I need a hug.”

The man wasted no time gently taking you in his lap and holding you close. He cradled your head and let it rest on his shoulder as he placed his other arm around your torso. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? Why can’t we go to sleep yet?”

“You can go to sleep whenever…” you murmured. “I have to get these photos out by morning or else they’ll-“ a whimper escaped you. “It’ll tarnish my name. This is my living, this is how I’m still able to see everyone-“

“Hey… don’t you dare think that you’ll lose us. You are a damn talented photographer, and I think that freakish competitive skateboarders know how important a good night’s sleep is. They will understand, (N/N). Make a note of where you are, and let’s get you to bed.”

With a nod and a sniffle, you agreed. Joe opened a notepad on your computer, writing down the number you left off on. He carefully stood up with you in his arms, being careful to not step on the sleeping bodies on the floor. He went down the hall to Hiromi’s room and was met with a sleeping Kaoru and Miya.

With a gentle sigh, he returned to the main room and carefully laid down on the sofa. He covered the two of you with a blanket and put a decorative pillow behind his head.

It wasn’t comfortable whatsoever, but the important part was that you were finally asleep.

Smiling, he cradled your head once again and felt his eyes drooping shut.

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[nervoustravelernight]

Imagine you and langa teaming up against reki. Just giving him love,attention, and affection. Reki gets super embarrassed and shy that his face just turns red like his hair color. So he tries to run away, but you and langa don't let him. You two hold him tight and beg him to stay with you guys, and let him relax and feel the love you guys are giving him.

(Yall, I just want to hug him and kiss him)

[cricketwrites]

Intro/Rules/Fandom List (Edited: 03/27/2023)

I go by Cricket, and my pronouns are they/them!

Moved from @thatwritercricket :3

I have too many fandoms, so send in an ask if you want! Ill let you know if I do or dont know that fandom/media <3

RULES:

-NSFW okay but MINORS DNI WITH THOSE POSTS or you will be blocked, no exceptions.

-Please forgive crappy NSFW I am not good at writing smut but I wanna get better!

-Messages are okay! I would prefer you to send an ask though <3

-Emoji anons are totally fine! I think that’s really sweet

-I don’t do potentially triggering topics (Ex: Self-harm) Some things are a personal trigger

-I won’t write about pregnancy, it gives me dysphoria ;;

-I won’t write for IRL people (Ex: Jacksepticeye), it makes me uncomfortable. I don’t mind the people that write it or read it! Its a personal thing. IRL people who play characters in a show (Ex: Teen Wolf) are totally fine though!!

Fandoms I write for below the cut!

Other than that, feel free to send an ask or request!

Fandoms I can write for (ask for more though! These are just off the top of my head!)

-Fullmetal Alchemist

-One Piece

-Kuroko’s Basketball

-Naruto

-Sk8: The Infinity

-Castlevania

-Haikyuu!

-Ensemble Stars!

-Bungo Stray Dogs

-Stardew Valley

-Our Life: Beginnings and Always

-Blooming Panic

-Jujutsu Kaisen

-Twisted Wonderland

-Genshin Impact

-Touchstarved

-Tokyo Revengers

-Blue Lock

~Cricket

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

Are ur request open and do u wrote for sk8 ? Just wanted to ask before I request

yes, the sk8 reqs are also open <3 i refreshed the list, sorry for the late answer )):

please mind that i write only with fem!reader, i know it’s not canonic or a little unusual in the fandom but i feel comfortable this way. thanks for understanding 🐇🤍

[taones]

tw - flirting, good girl x bad boy, school setting but they are vv much 18+, suggestive, swearing

“How’s my favourite girl today?”

Your best friend tensed up from her seat in front of you. She had chosen to hide out in the stuffy school library to avoid exactly this. She had never been a huge fan of him, but his recent attempts to catch your attention had been grating on her nerves. The boy seemed obsessed with you, following you into the cafeteria and hanging around in the shop you frequented on your way home. Nothing but bad news followed him, and she needed to keep him away from her friend. You were a good student, perfect attendance and good grades - the last thing you needed was someone like him bringing you down. 

“Fuck off, she doesn’t want to talk to you” she huffed at the man, “you’re not her type”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the back of your chair. Goosebumps travelled up your body. The musky scent of his aftershave permeated the air around you, settling in your lungs like a cloud. If you could bask in that scent forever you would. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, tie loosely hung around it. Thin fabric did little to hide the muscle definition of his chest, slight but still very visible to you. And you couldn’t help but peer through the gap. His tan skin contrasted the crumpled white shirt beautifully. You felt your mouth go dry. 

“Hmm, I’m not too sure about that one” his voice rang out.

“She seems very interested”

You jumped slightly as his face was far closer to you than you realised. If you were to turn your head slightly, your noses would be just touching. A warm flush flooding your body. You gnawed at your fingernail, peering up at the man next to you through your eyelashes. He dropped his eyelid down in a quick wink and set his sights back on your fuming friend. 

“Why won’t you just leave us alone? She’s trying to study”

He tutted.

Next thing you knew the pressure of a wide hand was resting on your shoulder - making you freeze on your seat. The feeling of his warm, calloused palm on your shoulder did nothing to cool your feverish body and you tried desperately not to gasp. In through your nose, out through your mouth, you tried to remind yourself. You couldn’t let him fluster you - then he would be winning. 

A warm chuckle sounded from above you. The palm on your shoulder travelled towards your face, lithe fingers gripping your chin gently. He curled his index finger and dragged the knuckle up the soft skin of your throat. It was like you were frozen in place but your body was squirming under your uniform. His actions left you breathless and you couldn’t help but feel he knew exactly what he was doing to you. If the way his eyes trailed up your legs, thighs clenched together under your skirt, was any indication. Soft lips stretched into a smirk. 

Leaning forward once again, his eyes met yours under a piercing gaze. He let out a teasing coo in your direction. 

“Oh I'm sorry pretty girl, did I scare you?”

- ATSUMU, tsukki, oikawa, SUNA, tanaka (hear me out), kuroo, gojo, KOJIRO, adam, bakugou, SHINSOU, dabi

[yup-thats-me]

"let's see kids who can hug mamma the first!" Your husband told or rather commanded your twin boys as the three came back from their grocery run.

Your two sons giggled as they ran towards the house and the thirty-something-old kid (your husband) too ran with them. The only visible difference being was that he was taller and was carrying three to four bags with him. He, same as his kids, had that stupid little smile on his face.

When the door barged in and her kids ran to your side, Y/n couldn't help the smile that made its way to her lips. Putting down the cup of coffee she was holding, she stumbled back a little by the force as the two little humans hugged their mother like their lives depended on it.

Smiling, Y/n was caressing her two boys lovingly. What she did not expect was to see her husband as well to join in on the group hug and forcibly make his way into the middle making the kids grumble in dissatisfaction.

"That's not fair, dad! we came first!" Your kids whined.

The man gave them a smug grin. "You think? You little seaweeds wouldn't be here if I did not come first, you know." He blew raspberries at the kids. "Also, did you not know your mother loves me the best?"

His comment earned him a smack on the head from his beloved wife. The man held his head in feigned hurt and looked at Y/n like she just betrayed him in the worst ways.

The boys laughed at their father but were quick to ask, "Do you really love Dad more than us, mama?"

Smiling she pecked the two on their cheek, and her husband too to make him stop pouting. "Well...it may be partially true."

It was the kids turn to look betrayed. "But mom!"

Y/n giggled. "I do love you boys. I love you two so much. How can I not when you are literally a part of me? I love you two." She caressed their cheek.

"But as much as it's true that you two are a part of me," she continued, "I wouldn't be able to have you with just myself. It is thanks to your father that I am given such a beautiful gift." she smiled, her eyes shining with a sadness that is not melancholic. It was the realization that her kids would someday leave her. Of course they would, they are bound to. And when they do, she'd be thankful to her husband who stayed.

Her husband smiled at her and gave his kids a nod. Upon the command, the three hugged Y/n out of the blue and greeted, "Happy mother's day momma!"

Y/n was brought back to the present, she smiled, a few tears pricking her eyes. "Thank you, boys," she kissed their cheek. "We have brought you some food as well! We'll go bring it!" The two got up and ran to the kitchen to bring whatever they brought as a gift for their mother.

In the meantime, Y/n's husband snaked a hand around her waist, pulling her close. "Thank you, baby, for being the mother of my children. Really, thank you." And this time, her husband was speaking from the bottom of his heart

[zombie-evan]

[albetown]

THEM 🩷💚

[mymrsweirdnessshipperstuff-blog]

What's funny about enemies to lovers romcom is the best friend walking in the bedroom after they do the deed like they're asleep and cuddled up under the covers. Then they all shriek in surprise and then the best friend goes "DIDN'T YALL JUST TRY TO KILL EACH OTHER YESTERDAY?!"

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Reki and Langa finding out their s/o's family is famous? (Mom's a pianist, dad's a painter, older sister's a jewelry maker, etc.)

Reki + Langa + Reader - a star among the cosmos

“Is that a Grammy?? And an Oscar!?!” Reki asked excitedly as he looked at your mantel.

“Yeah. The Grammy was for one of her first albums. The rest of them are in storage. The Oscar is for some US movie she helped write the soundtrack for a few years ago.”

“Your dad has a doctorate in art studies?”

“It’s honorary.” [Y/N] told Langa. “We was awarded it from Oxford after some installation he did for their campus.”

“Isn’t your sister in London for some expo?” Reki asked, stepping away from the awards to focus on some other marker of achievement on the wall.

“Yes. To showcase her new jewelry line.” [Y/N] sit down on the couch and wait for them to be done.

“Wow. It must be so amazing to have such famous people in your family.”

“Yeah….it’s great….”

The boys stop their perusing and turn to [Y/N]. Who looked sullen for a moment before they sat up straight again. “Don’t look at me like that. It is great. I love my family. And they love me. They’re all great but sometimes they’re….too great.” Reki & Langa don’t seem to understand. So [Y/N] explained further. “It’s hard being in family were everyone is so successful. And I’m just…average.”

They seem to get it now and jump into action. “You’re not average [Y/N]!” Reki exclaimed. “You’re an awesome skater!”

“I’m above average at that.” They told him. “I’m no where near as good as Cherry or Adam.”

“Well, yeah. Cherry ‘s a lot older, so he’s had more practice. Adam is just…crazy.”

“You’re also really smart.” Langa chimed in.

“I’m average smart.” As and Bs, some Cs. Not advanced placements or classes. Just regular ones that they did pretty well in. Nothing like their sister. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a downer. It’s just…hard to be a regular person in a house full of overachievers. I’m not amazing like them.”

“You’re pretty amazing to us.”

[Y/N] looked up at Langa, who was looking at you seriously. Reki beside him with also an eager disposition to agree.

It felt warm. Comforting. Again, your family was very accepting and supportive of you. This wasn’t some teen movie where they cast out the ‘under achiever’. They treated you as an equal. But being treated as an equal and being an equal were different things.

“Thanks guys. I appreciate it.”

“Come on. Let’s get out of here.” Reki suddenly said. “Your house is cool, but I don’t want to waste a nice day like this indoors. Let’s go skate!”

He was already pulling [Y/N] up from the couch and towards the door. Langa in toe. [Y/N] thought that they might not be great at everything like their family, but at least they had great friends.

[duckymcdoorknob]

oops self indulgence, sorry y’all.

Anyways- uh.

Here’s me grasping for any comfort bc I’m shit at letting myself feel things when others are grieving.

CW BELOW THE CUT: Mentions of d3ath, reader is grieving hardcore, but also hiding their emotions.

So for the person who… yk, they were special to you and everyone in the group, but you most of all. They can be seen as your mentor as well.

𝐾𝑜𝑗𝑖𝑟𝑜 𝑁𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑜

The day started as it always did. Time progressed as it always did. Evening went by as it always did, until you got the call.

You were alone, thankfully. You were seated at a skate park bench, watching as Reki and Miya desperately tried to match Langa’s trick. Observing Shadow laughing at their attempts, but always being there to help them up when they fell.

That’s when your phone rang.

Checking to see the contact, you noticed that it was a person that you barely spoke to. Someone you don’t remember ever having a conversation with over the phone.

You figured it couldn’t be a good sign, so you picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

Their voice was thick with remorse, heaving sobs as they muttered the earth-shattering news.

“(Name)… they’re gone.”

“What do you mean?”

“They’re dead, (Y/N).”

The words hit you like a ton of bricks. You couldn’t feel anything in the moment, for you were far too shocked at the information you had taken in. “Oh no, I’m so sorry… is there anything I can do for you right now?” You managed to keep a steady flow of calm words.

“No… I just need to be alone for a minute. I’ll call you if I need anything.”

And with that, you were left in silence.

As the words finally struck deep, you found yourself covering your mouth with your hand. Using every ounce of strength you could muster, you kept your tears at bay.

It took you a while, but you finally managed to choke them back. With shaking limbs, you attempted to stand up from your bench.

However, your body wouldn’t let you. You fell back down, bracing yourself with your unsteady arms.

Cherry caught a glimpse in his peripheral, hastily stepping over to you. “What’s wrong? Why did you fall?” His words were sweet as his hands rested on top of yours.

You swallowed thickly, lifting your head. “The boys are going to be devastated…” You whispered, “(Name) is dead.”

It would be a lie to say that Cherry masked his initial shock perfectly. The pink-haired man definitely recoiled a bit, but nonetheless pulled you into a tight hug. “I’ll talk to the kids. I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I know how special they were to you.”

Your head fell downward, the crown of it resting on the center of his torso. “I’ll be okay. I’m just worried about Miya and Reki.”

With a hand on your shoulder, Cherry replied. “It’s true that they wear their hearts on their sleeve, but please don’t let them be the reason that you don’t allow yourself what’s due.”

You lifted your head and smiled at him, “I won’t.”

Kaoru removed you from his hug, but kept a hand braced on your waist to help you up. “Let’s go talk to Kojiro.”

With Cherry’s help, you were able to slowly rise to your feet. The two of you took careful steps toward Joe, Cherry’s concerned gaze never faltering on your wobbly stature.

“Kojiro.” An emotionless beckon from his childhood friend gave Joe reason to believe that something was very wrong.

“What? What’s-“ his eyes turned to you, flicking between your clouded irises, and the hand bracing you upward. “Tell me what the hell happened, now.”

“Get the kids, it’s important.” Cherry replied in a monotone, not daring to lose his cool.

“Kaoru what the f-“

“(Name) is dead.” You answered stoically.

The green-haired male’s eyes widened. “Are they really?”

“Yeah. I’m just waiting to tell the boys.” You murmured. “Kaoru, I’m okay. I can stand now.”

“What are we going to do?” Cherry whispered to his companion.

“What we should. Hiromi will be able to at least keep them calm.” Joe cupped his hands around his mouth, “HIROMI! REKI! LANGA! MIYA!”

Upon hearing the urgency in Joe’s tone, the four males came quickly to where the three of you were standing.

“What happened?” Shadow asked, resting his board on his hip.

“I need the four of you to listen, and please take this seriously.” Cherry’s voice was yet to leave its low tone, further reminding you of how seriously he took the matter. “What I’m about to tell you is not going to be easy news.”

Hiromi placed his hand on Miya’s back and Langa carefully slid his hand into Reki’s.

“(Name) is dead.” The words flowed from Kaoru’s lips effortlessly as you closed your eyes to breathe.

Your heart shattered into pieces as you watched Miya instantly break down into fits of painful sobs. Shadow knelt down to hold the boy close to him.

Reki tried his best to hide it, but you quickly ran towards him and wrapped him in a hug as he slowly let out his cries.

“I know… it’s gonna be okay. I know how much they meant to you.” You muttered, carefully running your hand along his head.

Langa sat criss-crossed on the ground, going radio silent as Joe secretly placed a supportive hand on Cherry’s waist.

The news rocked the group’s world, but you still didn’t know how to process the information..

The next day came, and everyone grieved in their own ways. Miya refused to pick up his board, Langa still hadn’t said a word, Reki excused himself to the bathroom more often than usual, Shadow worked tirelessly to get the perfect bouquet for the grave, Cherry stress-cleaned the apartment that he shared with Joe, and the latter found himself working late almost every night.

You, on the other hand, were stuck in comfort mode. You wanted nothing more than for your friends to be happy again. You missed seeing their smiles, and being stuck in the middle of their antics. Worst of all, you were yet to cry. You were so worried about your friends having to comfort you in their time of need, so you chose to stay unbothered.

In reality, the memories came crashing in all at once, and you were greatly suffering. Due to your close relationship with (Name), the news affected you immensely. You just didn’t want to be the one being comforted when others needed it “more.”

After another day had passed, Joe suggested for the gang to come to Sia La Luce for dinner. With no surprise, everyone came. You were hurting, and had no outlet for help, so you weren’t exactly excited to go, but you figured the kids would need you.

Everyone was trying their best to keep high morale. Hiromi made sure to sit next to Miya, resting his hand on the boy’s back once again while they watched video game Easter egg videos. Reki and Langa were spectating Joe and Cherry’s veggie chopping contest in earnest.

You observed the scene with a smile; things seemed to be going back to normal. Your eyes drifted to the corner of the kitchen, then instantly flushed with tears. You had locked onto a photo of (name) with you and Joe. You couldn’t believe he kept it hung up…

“(Y/N)? What’s the matter?” Langa asked gently, eyes sympathetic as his words gained the attention of the two oldest males.

“Huh? Oh! Sorry! Just lost in thought I guess.” You let out a watery chuckle, attempting to stop your tears. To your dismay, they would not stop flowing down your cheeks.

“Hiromi, Kaoru.” Joe called, washing his hands. “Take the kids outside.”

“But Joe-“ Langa attempted to argue as he was being beckoned out of the door.

“(Y/N)’s safe with me. They’ll be okay.”

With that, you and Joe were alone in the restaurant. The green-haired male sat you down on one of the stools and took your hands in his. “Are you alright?” His voice was as soft as his gaze.

“I have to be.” You muttered absentmindedly.

“That’s not true.” He replied almost instantly, “You’re allowed to grieve too. (Name) meant the absolute world to you, and you to them. Just because we’re upset doesn’t mean that you aren’t able to be.”

To finish his words, Kojiro carefully wrapped you into a tight hug, running his hand along your head. “You’re allowed to feel your grief. Don’t let anyone tell you differently, and don’t you dare feel guilty for doing so.”

“I’ve got you… You’re gonna be okay, kiddo. Just let it all out.”

After the words of reassurance registered in your mind, your slow flow of tears turned into heavy sobs. Your pained cries broke Joe’s heart, but he knew you needed them. The man held you securely as you finally allowed yourself to lament.

For a good few minutes, there was nothing but anguished wails filling the silence in the room. And yet, there didn’t seem to be a need for words. It was painfully obvious that the kids were watching you through the window worriedly, but you ignored them.

After your tears almost subsided, you broke out of Joe’s embrace. “Thank you…” you whispered before going to open the door. Once you did, you were instantly pulled into a group hug from the younger boys.

As you hugged them back, you couldn’t help but notice Cherry placing a hand on a teary-eyed Joe’s shoulder.

You reached out and held his hand, squeezing firmly. You and Joe weren’t the closest of friends, but one thing was for certain: If he was there for you, you were there for him,

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[dinosaur-mayonnaise]

does anyone else really love seeing middle aged and older queer people in media?

i mean, don't get me wrong, i love seeing queer teenagers and 20-somethings grappling with their identity, young romances, rom com style stories, but it hits different seeing older people who've gone through it and come out the other side, people who have stability and a life together and just get to accept themselves and love each other.

i guess i like seeing that that's an option, even if it's in fiction. it's hope and that goes a long way.

[norimiya]

Patch and Fix

reki kyan x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

warnings: blood and injury(nothing major) 447 wc

a/n: HELLO REKI NATION

“Does it hurt?”

Reki shrugs, muffling a groan with his hand when you wipe at the cuts on his leg. “I’m used to it.”

“I asked if it hurt.” You said, looking up at him from your position knelt in front of him. “I know you’re used to it.”

He blinks, “Are you mad at me?” You sigh in response. That’s all he needs. “I can clean these up myself.” He tries to nudge your hand away, and he finds it useless when you don’t budge. “Y/n, I can do it.”

“Every time you go skating, you come home with twice the amount of bruises you left with.” He nudges your hand again and feels tears building in his eyes— for whatever reason, he couldn’t understand. “Then, at the end of the day, you come to me.” A shaky breath from you lands against his leg and sends shivers up his spine.

“I can support your passion to the ends of the earth, Reki.”

“But?” He interjects, fist clenched against his knee.

“I can’t keep doing this thing— patching you up and pretending I’m okay with having to see you limp into my house or–or be carried in by your friends.”

“Then what, we break up?” His words are quick. If he speaks slower, he thinks it’ll tear his heart apart. “Is that what you’re trying to say?”

When you sigh again, the string that tied you and Reki seems to snap in his mind, and when you stand up and set the first aid kit on the counter, he thinks it’s over for good.

You shake your head, “That’s not what I want. I just–” You pause, watching the water change color as you wash your hands. “I don't want to be the person who only ever sees you at your worst. I want you to come home one day without any injuries or rips in your clothes that I’ll have to treat or fix.”

Reki looks down as you say your words, to the bandages wrapped around his legs, to the sewn patches and embroidered patterns on his jacket. You had every right to be upset; he just didn’t know how to handle it.

“I’ll do better.” He says quietly, looking at his hands that were folded in his lap. “Try not to get hurt as much, and to not rely on you when I do.”

“You can come to me, Reki.” You murmur, storing the kit away. “Just not when you’re bleeding. Blood is supposed to be on the inside.”

“So I can come to you about internal bleeding then?” He tries, smiling when you roll your eyes at him.

“Not a chance.”

[cobaltfluff]

two types of parenting...