#nah not gonna tag the twins yet

[heart4reigns]

Is there anyway I could request an imagine for either Rhea Ripley or Roman Reigns? Where the Reader is a new star getting a really big push because they feel they have huge potential, and she’s a literal ray of sunshine. She’s always smiling and happy and colorful, and it shocks others that they are together. Then she ends up joining their faction, but the crowd just can’t hate her and even the announcers can’t hate her. <3 :) :)

PUSH AND PULL, roman reigns.

warnings: curse words

tags: tension between roman and rhea, you realize that i love making up stage names so... more stage names!

summary: it’s all sunshine and rainbows with you

"THE sunshine, (y/n), how are you feeling tonight?" you were backstage, doing a quick interview. "hello, hello! we're feeling great tonight, how are you?" you returned the question. "feeling good as well. so, how are you adapting to your new environment?" she asked, referring to your transfer from nxt to smackdown. "it's going well, i can't help but to thank all the people that support me! although i kinda miss the dark lighting, it's too bright here." you cracked a joke.

"right, any invitations to any factions?" she continued the interview. "no, but i'm open to any invitations. i'd love to work with anyone." she couldn't help but to smile at your reaction. "this has been (y/n), sunshine! it was so great talking to you." you nodded and gave her a hug as the camera stopped rolling. "thank you, you did a great job!" "you too, (y/n). it was so nice talking to you!"

the walk back to the locker room was filled with people greeting you left and right. you were well-known for your kindness. people grew comfortable with your presence. "yooo!" you saw one of your new locker room best friends, jimmy. "what's good, man?" you hugged him. "watched your promo earlier, you killed it!" your ears perked up in excitement. "really? god, i'm embarrassed!" you were blushing. "nah girl, you're killing the game. now let's go eat before we go back to the hotel." he gave you a huge grin.

"hope you don't mind but i asked roman to join us, not solo though. dude's been mia since this morning." you nodded at jey's sentence. you always loved meeting new people. this was also the first time you were going to meet roman. "i've always wanted to meet roman! this is gonna be fun." you grinned. "damn girl, are you always this positive? people are intimidated by him, yet you're excited?" jimmy parked the car. "nah man, i am only scared of paul. i swear that guy knows everything." the three of you laughed.

to say the least, people who met you thought that this positivity image was only for the cameras. but they were wrong, you weren't going to lose anything by being nice. denny's seemed like a good idea at 3 am in the morning. "yo man!" as the three of you entered the diner, roman was already sitting there–playing with his phone.

"hi! i'm (y/n)!" you sat in front of him, offering him a huge smile. he looked up from his phone, returning your expression. "hello." just a simple 'hello' made your heart flutter a bit. "i'm roman, finally glad to meet you. i heard so much about you from the twins." "they can't stop shit-talking me!" you frowned, lightly smacking their heads.

you always looked up to him. as the two of you came from the same background, a long reigning wrestling families. you were the only daughter of your family, so you had to continue the family business. "so wait, sorry. lost track of time, you just got drafted from nxt?" roman furrowed his brows. "yeah! i'm very very new." you chewed on your pancakes. "how come everyone has these locker room stories about you?"

"that's because she's different man." jimmy slung his arm over your shoulder. "no, no. those locker room stories are just exaggerations!" you shook your head in defense. "nah, she's too humble! she bought donuts the other week you were off. god, i swear, you're a blessing (y/n)." roman couldn't help but to smile at your little arguments with his cousins.

the 'locker room talk' was just a compilation of people admiring you for your kindness. "shit dude, gotta bounce." jey looked at his phone. "and where are you going?" you asked him. "bro and i haven't packed, y'all packed yet?" jimmy stood up from his seat, leaving only you and roman sitting down. "oh, yeah. packed earlier." "me too!"

"then, we'll leave you two. i trust her in your hands, bro." jey gave roman a fake warning, acting all 'big bro' moment. "she can beat your ass if she wants to!" jimmy continued. "okay shoo now! i'm trying to make friends!" they left and you continued your conversation with roman. "tell me more about yourself, (y/n)." his eyes sparked an interest in you. "really? you want to hear about my boring life?" you tilted your head in confusion. "there's no way your life is boring, you're a (l/n)."

and so the conversation went on and on. the two of you decided to leave denny's and drive around town together. it was never quiet. the entire ride was filled with laughter and jokes. "i actually look forward to my future. i'm excited for what life has planned for me." you parked in a random parking lot, still enjoying your talk with him. "and i'm excited for you as well, you're a good person, (y/n)." roman said, facing you. "i guess it's in my nature to treat people with kindness, i mean... it doesn't hurt anyone."

when the two of you went back to the hotel, you saw familiar faces going downstairs for breakfast. "and where have you been pretty girl?" you saw a certain black-haired girl greeting you with a sly smirk. "been around town with roman!" you hugged her, feeling her height towering you. "oh you're taking my girl now, reigns?" rhea raised a brow at him. "you're dating her?" roman was hella confused.

"oh no, it's a joke! i always call her my work wife!" you giggled, clearly not seeing that she was interested in you. "see you on the bus, wifey!" you waved at her, entering the elevator. "better watch it, bro." rhea whispered as roman followed you. he made a mental note that everyone was protective over you. being the new girl, your family thought that you'd be intimidated by the older talents–but in reality, everyone loved you.

it was clear that several talents took an interest in you, but being the friendly person you were, you saw everyone in a platonic way. "can i perhaps," he paused for a second. "get your number? you're a very fun person to talk to." you grinned and exchanged numbers. "if you need anyone to talk to, don't hesitate to call or text me!" you parted ways.

and on that day, the roman reigns too, took an interest in you. "fuck." he whispered, realizing that he was soon going to develop an actual liking to you.

you were sharing the ride with several stars in the second bus. road trips were always exciting, whether it's cody singing on the back of the bus, or seth trying to do a backflip while becky stops him–not wanting him to throw up, it was always a magical moment seeing your fellow wrestlers without their strong tv persona. "hey." rhea greeted you, sitting on an empty seat next to you. "this empty?" she asked. "indi is gonna be pissed to know that her seat is taken. but, it's empty." you replied.

"where did you go yesterday?" rhea couldn't help but to terrorize you with questions. "with roman? we drove around town, shared stories. we ate with the twins earlier, but they left because they haven't packed." you recalled the moment. "i see." she shortly replied. "there was a picture of you two circling around twitter, you looked very close." rhea pulled out her phone, showing you a picture of you laughing with roman. "aw, i look so happy!" she couldn't help but to smile at your cluelessness. before she could say anything, seth pointed at you. "BACKFLIP CHALLENGE?" "IT'S ON!"

you heard from the fans that the second bus was the party bus. everyone was always on their highest spirits. the seat next to you was empty, as rhea was dragged to the back by dominik. that left you space for you to stretch your legs. you were about to watch a movie until you saw a notification popped up.

unknown number: how's your bus?

(y/n): sorry, who is this :)?

unknown number: oh it's roman

(y/n): HIIIII :)

roman: and why are you up? everyone's knocked out here

(y/n): sorry to say but the second bus is the party bus! we're still going :)

roman: damn that sounds fun, the only entertainment we have here is jey freestyling

(y/n): that's sounds amazing!

(y/n): gotta bounce, rhea wants to watch a movie with me n dominik :)!!

roman: okay, see you at the arena

(y/n): :)

the arena was swarmed with fans. some of them were holding signs and pictures of you. one of them said '(Y/N) JOIN THE BLOODLINE!' and some said 'JUDGEMENT DAY IS WAITING FOR YOU, SUNSHINE!'. you took some pictures of the sign and posted them on your twitter. you talked to several fans, trying your best to greet everyone.

"you're quite popular." a familiar voice startled you. "roman!" "hi." everyone was looking at the two of you. "how was your trip?" you asked, still signing some pictures. "knocked out cold, can't stand solo's snores though." you chuckled. "mine was filled of seth jumping from seats to seats." he was obviously not surprised by one of his friend's antics. "you should ride with me, we can judge jey's freestyle together." you nodded in agreement. "that sounds fun!"

you walked away with roman, still chatting up. little did you know, people were still looking at the two of you. "they look cute together." one of your fans said. "nah man, she's with rhea." "nah, that's a long-running joke. (y/n) is obviously single." and they were right. you were single and maybe, ready to mingle.

you were hanging out in your hotel room with your manager, ethan. ethan went over your schedule. "you got quite the boost here, (y/n)." he muttered, still looking at his phone. "hmmm?" you tilted your head. "you and roman now?" he asked. "why does everyone keep on asking me that? we're friends!" you chuckled. "because everyone is apparently 'shipping' you guys now." "oh please, they ship me with everyone i interact with! remember when they 'shipped' me with balor? because we went to the gym together?"

tonight, you were fighting against dakota kai. you always looked forward to dance in the ring with her. of course, the company was going to make you win this fight. "good luck, sunshine." she hugged you as the training ended. "see you tonight, love!" you hugged her back.

the locker room was hyping you up. "LET'S GO, (Y/N)! LET'S GO, (Y/N)!" you were stretching your body, matching the energy of the locker room. your true hypemen were there; the twins. "go kill it, (y/n)!" jey said, patting your back. "thanks, i will do my best!" as the crew called your name, you went outside the locker room.

everyone was busy doing their job. you passed several crew, waving at them. you saw a similar face and immediately ran to him. "roman!" your high-pitched voice caught his attention. "(y/n)! you're up in 5." a crew said. "i'll be there!" you replied. "good luck." came out of his mouth. "i'm rooting for you." he joked, knowing well that he already saw the script. "thanks big boy." you jokingly punched his chest. "cheer for me!"

"and her contender for tonight, the rising superstar–sunshine!"

roman was looking at the monitor from his locker room, which was practically empty. "should watch her match tonight man, it's gonna be crazy." jey passed him a bottle of water. "watch this." jimmy pointed at the screen. the crowd went wild when they saw you do your signature move. with your colorful gear, you were definitely the centre of everyone's attention.

he saw immense talent coming straight from you. "this is wild as hell." roman commented. "you sure she's new here?" he asked. "i think creatives landed a goldmine when they decided they were going to push her." paul commented. seeing you do a super kick clicked something inside of him. "i want her in."

you were exhausted as you lifted your fist up in the air. you helped dakota from her position and took her hand. "you did amazing!" you mouthed. "you did great, girl!" she replied. you won but it was all because of the help of your opponent. the walk backstage was kind of painful as you were limping from your injuries. the smile on your face was still there, you didn't want to show people that your leg was hurting.

"you okay there, (y/n)?" as you took off your hand-wrap, the voice from earlier greeted you again. "you again?" you teased him. roman was also sweating from his appearance. "can't help but to see you limping." roman chuckled, sitting on the bench next to you. "i'm good, kinda botched the last move, but i lifted my leg so dakota won't land on her neck!" you explained. "you did that to save her?" "hey, i'll take a bullet for anyone!"

the next following days were filled with more road trips and endless training time. "(y/n)!" you were in the gym, staring the red punching bag. "hey, ethan! what's up?" you asked him, cracking your knuckles. "you have time?" "just say whatever you want, i can multitask!" you started your work out. "so, you're gonna want to hear this." punch. "yeah, what's that?" punch.

"you're going to be in the bloodline." another punch. "i am going to be in the what?" the punching bag fell on the floor. "I AM TURNING HEEL?" you grinned with excitement. sometimes people around you wonder about what goes on in your head–like your stage name, you were always the sunshine of the room.

"you heard the news?" roman and you were eating lunch together. it became a routine for the two of you. everyone couldn't help but to notice the two of you becoming closer than before. you shared the same brand, but you were never one to eat lunch with the tribal chief. "yeah! god, it's so thrilling... me? finally joining a faction? couldn't ask for more!" you took a sip of your water. "a bit too cynical for you?" you shook your head. "i can fit right in!" you pulled off a fake smug face. "okay, you don't fit this evil-like image."

as it became a routine, you took a liking to the champion. he was nice, returning the energy that you had for everyone. he also took you to several 'lunch dates' that ended on the two of you gaining more feelings for each other. there was definitely something going on between you. "are we going to the dog park this weekend?" you asked him. "whatever you want to do, princess." he smiled. "i'll bring my dog! god, a dog park date, that sounds fun!" your cheeks flared up as you mentioned that it was going to be a date.

"is it a date?" he teased you. "shut up, i didn't mean it like that!" you blushed. "damn, i'm disappointed." he 'cried'. "or do you want it as a date date?" you teased back. "i don't mind, princess." roman replied. the constant flirtings, the never-ending dates, or phone calls when the two of you weren't together, it was obvious that romance sparked in between. tension was there. he slung his arm around your shoulder, your bodies colliding with each other, it was already a muscle memory for the two of you.

even the staffs noticed that the kindness you gave roman was different. "but i don't mind if you consider it as a date, i'd love that." you confessed. "i'm gonna take you on as many dates as we can, baby." he smiled. "sorry for bothering you, but your gear is done." you looked up and saw the costume staff approaching you. they altered your gear to fit the bloodline's aesthetic. "oh really? thanks!" you replied.

"you wanna see it?" you asked roman. receiving a nod from the tribal chief. "let's go!" you took his hand and went to one of the locker rooms. "dude, this is amazing!" black and red–the bloodline colors. "wait, go out! i'm gonna change." roman quickly went out the locker room. "are you done?" "YES! GOD, THIS IS SO COOL!" roman went inside the room and saw you with the bloodline gear. you looked amazing, he thought. "y- you look good." he stuttered. "AND I FEEL GOOD!" he was really thankful that the two of you were going to work together.

there you were, in the backstage, with the bloodline. "how you feeling tonight?" solo asked you. you were jumping up and down with adrenaline in your veins. "SO EXCITED!" you spoke louder, due to the loud music. none of your fans knew that you were turning heel, it was the company's secret. the crowd was kind of worried because they didn't hear from you for days. it was going to be a huge surprise.

"the bloodline!" you huffed out the air, waiting for the grand entrance. as you walked out, carrying one of roman's title, you could hear gasps coming from the crowd. "is that- is that sunshine with the bloodline? why is she with them?" you expected everyone to boo at you, but they did the opposite. the crowd popped.

as soon as you got inside the ring, roman started speaking to the mic. "i know y'all are wondering about why sunshine is here." he spoke. "and you guessed it right, our newest member of the bloodline, my personal pick, sunshine." roman winked at you, only to receive a huge smile that didn't match the persona of the bloodline members.

maybe, just maybe, turning heel and being in the same ring as your crush was going to be a fun rollercoaster ride.

a/n: hi!! thank you for the request, sorry if it’s a bit underwhelming, but i hope you enjoyed it!! i decided this request would fit roman as i already have a similar draft for this… so yeah :) i have 2 more requests coming up, but requests are still open!!

#roman reigns #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #the usos #wwe #wwe imagines #paul heyman #cody rhodes #rhea ripley #jimmy uso #jey uso #solo sikoa #wrestling #wwe x reader #seth rollins #becky lynch #dominik mysterio #bloodline #bloodline imagines

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Returns and Reruns ||

Frank Castle x Matt Murdock

Tags/warnings: sort of hookup, ongoing whatever this is, oral sex, anal fingering, anal sex. E.

A/n: Fratt Fratt Fratt Fratt Fratt Fratt Fratt... For @bernthirst-events Filthy Friday, could be filthier I guess :p

It had been a while, but Matt would recognise that scent anywhere. Subtle woody aftershave mixed with a hint of gun oil, pizza from a couple of hours ago from the place down the block, the single malt whiskey on his lips. Sure enough when he turned around he could sense Frank leaning at the bar looking his way.

"It's been a while, Castle. How've you been?"

Frank made room for him at the bar, giving a slight smile as Matt waved to Josie for two more measures.

"Been quiet, you didn't notice?" He replies.

Matt scoffs. "Trying to be a good boy?"

Frank tilts his head and shakes it, chuckling slightly. "When am I ever? Nah, I'm sure somethin'll come along, someone will step outta line. They always do."

He takes a sip of his drink looking over to the pool table where Foggy is undoubtedly getting his ass kicked at pool by Karen. She still looks beautiful.

"You uh, with Karen now? She know about…" he gestures between them with a slight nervousness.

"No, no we're just really good friends. And no, she doesn't."

Matt wasn't trying to hide whatever it is he has with Frank, it just never came up.

"And Nelson?"

Matt takes a hefty swig of the whisky, swirling it around his mouth for a moment. He can feel Frank's eyes on him watching his throat work as he swallows. "Hell no. The thought of trying to explain… not sure I'm ready for that yet."

Frank hums as he drains his glass.

"You out later, doin' your thing?" He asks. Matt knows it's a loaded question.

"Not exclusively…"

.

"Fuck…"

Matt's arms span across the back of the couch, fingers gripping around it almost white knuckled, his head thrown back panting curses up to the ceiling. Clothes are strewn over various surfaces of his apartment wherever they were torn off, a couple of things knocked over on the way up to this point. He's naked, his legs spread wide, and Frank's between them, his hot, wet, dirty mouth wrapped around Matt's cock. He tries not to move his hips, as much as he wants to, but it's as if Frank's encouraging him to fuck his face, grasping underneath his buttocks and pulling him up towards him but Matt resists.

He moans and pulls off him for a moment, a slick string of spit connecting them for a few seconds until it breaks.

"You gonna let me take care of you?" Frank rasps.

Matt's chest heaves as he tries to catch a breath. "...yeah I just– aw jesus christ!" He's cut off as Frank starts sucking one of his balls into his mouth as he strokes him with his hand.

"Frank, fuck! Please…"

Frank grins releasing him from his mouth before licking his way right up the underside of his shaft to the tip, tasting the leaking precum there as it spreads over his tongue.

"C'mon Red, tell me what you want, it's been a long time… I forget."

Matt's eyes screw shut. "Just, fuck me."

Frank raises an eyebrow with a grin. "Yeah? Gotta get you ready f'me first baby, ain't just gonna fuck you right off."

He straddles Matt's lap, taking his hand in his and curling it around his thick cock. "Gotta open you up so you can take it, huh? You forget how big it was?"

Matt whines as he pumps him slowly, desperate to feel him inside. "Lube's in the bedroom." He murmurs as Frank's mouth works under his jaw to his mouth, kissing him hotly and making him melt.

"C'mon then lil devil." He says, getting up and offering his hand to pull Matt up and follow him.

When Matt's settled on his bed Frank wastes no time finding the lube and loosening him up. He missed hearing those sweet little grunts and moans of need as he worked his fingers inside him, teasing him with a little brush over the spot that he'll be pounding hard against in a short while.

"Fuckin' missed you, y'know that?" Frank admits as he kisses over Matt's neck and collarbones, skirting over the twin scars and down to graze his teeth over and suck at his nipple. "Missed this." His voice lowers as he scissors his thick digits making the other man's back arch gorgeously.

"Frank please, I'm ready, I'm ready."

Frank smirks. He loves how he begs for him, how open and honest he is with his needs now. No longer unsure, no longer ashamed.

He squirts more lube on his hand smearing it all over his cock, pressing his large hands on the underside of Matt's thighs, pushing them back and apart. When he lines up Matt's already trying to push back on to him.

"Woah, easy…" Frank shushes him as he slowly and carefully presses deeper, the fat flared head of his cock disappearing inside as they both groan with pleasure.

It still burns for Matt but he wants that bit of delicious pain, it seals the memory of Frank into him like a brand for when he eventually leaves. His hands wrap around the back of his thick neck, pulling Frank over him and down so he can taste him again as keeps on sliding inch by inch inside him.

He's such a big man, he surrounds him and it feels good to give in to it and submit. This isn't so different from when they used to fight, used to beat seven shades of shit out of each other on the streets. It was still a dance then and they got to know each other's steps and moves. He much prefers this dance though, slow and easy. All he has to do is not think, just feel, and those feelings and sensations are like nothing else.

Frank's watching him closely, can see him slipping into that subspace already. It always takes a bit of to and fro before he just lets Frank in, lets him take care of things for him. He thrusts in slow and deep, he feels so damn tight and looks like one of those fuckin' religious statues with the way that pained pleasure is painted on his face. It's not just the sex but when he's back with Matt in Hell's Kitchen he feels home. It's not love but it's damn close to it.

He can't keep his lips off him, kissing and nipping wherever he can reach, wherever makes him whimper and tilt his head back and Frank can see that glazed look in his hazel eyes as they open again.

"I-I'm close, Frank…"

Frank hears that desperate confession and snaps out of his reverie, fucking his devil the way he's waited to for so long, hitting that sweet spot that makes him howl and cry and stripe his release between their writhing bodies as he follows him, cumming deep inside and holding him so damn tightly as he gasps out his name.

Not Red, not D, not Altar Boy.

"Matt…"

Frank tags: @divinearchangel @saintmurd0ck @castlesnchurches @mindidjarin @hellskitchenswhore @pedrito-friskito @sweetieswiftie @shedaresthedevil @freshabogados @briefcasejuice

@father4giveme @stress--relief @e-dubbc11 @whistle1whistle @tea-and-wine @emiemiemiii @imherefordeanandbones @munsonownsmyass

#bernthirstpalooza #fratt #fratt smut #fratt fanfiction #frank castle x matt murdock #the punisher x daredevil #frank castle smut #matt murdock smut

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader x Daughter x Instagram AU

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alizemiaharlow Exams are kicking my butt 😩 can I just go to sleep???

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cassiewyatt Same 🥲🥲

alizemiaharlow dude come over

urbanwyatt still grounded, sorry mia

alizemiaharlow BORING!!!!!!!

allabouttheharlows wait ur in school? but you’re acting and doing music

alizemiaharlow You thought that was going to matter in The Harlow household? Dad said I needed a backup so school is a priority whenever I’m not filming.

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alizemiaharlow Showing thong is our thing apparently 😂😂😂

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ezharlow weird flex but ok

alizemiaharlow & you’re annoying

yourusername 😂😂😂 Twins

alizemiaharlow Always 🥰😘

cassiewyatt Hotties 🥵

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alizemiaharlow 🌹 this delivery made my night

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yourusername They’re beautiful Mia

alizemiaharlow ☺️☺️☺️

cassiewyatt Ok major points to that person

alizemiaharlow likeee maybe 90? 😊🤭

yourbestiename Awww Mia, they’re definitely earning brownie points

alizemiaharlow Ahhhh, sure are 🥺

ezharlow Umm what? Dads gonna flip

jackharlow Dads already flipping

jackharlow WHO SENT THOSE BECAUSE I DIDN’T

jackharlow THESE LITTLE BOYS NEED TO FALL BACK IM NOT PLAYING

nemoachida oh hell noo. Who is he niece

shloob We checking his ass fr

2forwoyne send the details now

yungskylark 🤔 no

quiiso Does he want to get jumped?

urbanwyatt ABSOLUTELY NOT

alizemiaharlow damn dad, you brought entire of PG on here????

claybornharlow NO NO AND NOO

alizemiaharlow damn you too uncle clay-clay 🙁🙁🙁

jackharlow stop stalling child of mine, who’s the boy who send those

alizemiaharlow Omgggg no go away!!!

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alizemiaharlow Since day one, it’s a family thaaanggg ❣️

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yourusername 🥺😍

ezharlow You had to one up them huh

alizemiaharlow 🤫 not so loud 😇

quiiso Nah because I know what you’re doing little one.

alizemiaharlow wdym? I’m not doing anything 🤫

jackharlow This made me shed a tear or two.

jackharlow BUT DONT TRY TO DISTRACT US FROM THE POST FROM TWO DAYS AGO.

urbanwyatt Girl I know you did not try to play us like that. This cute post isn’t going to make us forget about roses guy

nemoachida ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

nemoachida But who’s the guy who sent the roses

yungskylark family thing for sure 🔥

yungskylark Now tell us who’s the fucker sending my niece roses????

alizemiaharlow Omggggg, I love y’all but you guys are annoyingggghh!!!!! Just someone I’m talking to, nothing serious yet. Happy???

jackharlow No, what’s his name?

twin2 ask ez I’m pretty sure it’s his friend

ezharlow NO, DON’T ASK EZ. EZ KNOWS NOTHING!!!!

twin1 didn’t we hear u say something about “if dad finds out I know it’ll be my ass”

yourusername Heyyy twins of mine, stay out of it and DRUSKI IM GOING TO STRANGLE YOU!!! Stop making them a account. I said nooo social media!!!!

druski2funnny 🫣🫣🫣 Is it too late to cancel on thanksgiving?????

alizemiaharlow TWINS!!!!! Wtf????

ezharlow welcome to my world Mia, I told you they were evil little demons

twin2 all demons are evil idiot

twin1 seriously how are you mom and dads kid.

twin2 ARE YOU ADOPTED????

twin2 you are aren’t you 😂😂 I knew dumb didn’t run in the Harlow blood.

ezharlow IM GOING TO CUT THE HEADS OFF YOUR DOLLS

twin2 I’m gonna cut yours and feed it to my fish.

alizemiaharlow HEY EVIL SPAWN. OFF MY LITTLE BROTHER!!!!!

twin1 this is exhausting 🥱

jackharlow ALL OF YOU DOWNSTAIRS FAMILY MEETING NOW!!!

yourusername 🤦🏻‍♀️ What happened to my nice, sweet little babies??? All 4 of you, downstairs, don’t make your father repeat himself.

cassiewyatt Well I’m happy I’m the only child 😳

urbanwyatt 😂😂😂😂

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[the-ellia-west]

Oc Interview Tag

Tagged by @willtheweaver ty <3

We're gonna do The Twins for this one

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Are you named after anyone?

Kasi - Dad says he named me after a Hero in a story, I think that's kinda cool

Xhaazi - I'm named after a soldier. Therefore, I'm named after a real person so I'm cooler.

When was the last time you cried?

Kasi - When I stabbed myself with my sewing needle

Xhaazi - When I cut myself on a knife, those things are SHARP!

Do you have kids?

Kasi - I'm 15???

Xhaazi - I sure as fuck hope not.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Kasi - Nah

Xhaazi - Oh nooooo... I could Neverrrrrrr

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Kasi - Their Kindness, the way they smile... or the lack thereof

Xhaazi - Their physical stature. How easily they could hurt me if they wanted to.

What is your eye color?

Kasi - Uh... Idk

Xhaazi - *dtamatic voice* The Deep grey of clouds right before a storm

Scary movies or happy endings?

Kasi - I can't handle Scary stories!

Xhaazi - Halloween, Halloween, halloween

Any special talents?

Kasi - I mean... I can sew?

Xhaazi - I am obviously a MASTER comedian!

Where were you born?

*at the same time* - Terefin

Do you have any pets?

Kasi - Nah

Xhaazi - Not yet

What sort of sports do you play?

*both* - None

How tall are you?

Kasi - Five foot... something

Xhaazi - Five foot seven and A half :]

What was your favorite subject in school?

Kasi - We didn't go to school, but I like maps

Xhaazi - I love stories, though I can't read

What is your dream job?

Kasi - Tailor

Xhaazi - I mean... Being a nobleman would be niceee... but I suppose I'll settle for being a Hunter

Np tags: @sunflowerrosy @corinneglass @phoenixradiant @darkandstormydolls @aestheic-writer18

Here's the template:

Are you named after anyone?

When was the last time you cried?

Do you have kids?

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

What is the first thing you notice about people?

What is your eye color?

Scary movies or happy endings?

Any special talents?

Where were you born?

Do you have any pets?

What sort of sports do you play?

How tall are you?

What was your favorite subject in school?

What is your dream job?

[enniewritesathing]

15 OC Questions

I was tagged by @stargazer-sims​ (thank you :3).

Johnathan Vincent Raulo Davidson

Are you named after anyone?

I was going to be named after my dad until my mom found out she was going to have twins; that went right out the window. It’s a little tradition for my mom’s side of the family to have 2 middle names so they went with Vincent Raulo for me. As far as I know, Raulo is my great-uncle on my mom’s side and Vincent is my great-great granddad on my dad’s side. Haven’t really looked into it.

When was the last time you cried?

It’s been a while. The last time I cried is when I visited Jake a couple of months ago. I didn’t really mean to but when it comes to something like that, I have to. I miss him. I hate that he’s not here. He’s not going to be my best man at the wedding and all of that. Grief has a funny way of sneaking up on you, but all you can do is acknowledge it and keep moving one step at a time.

Do you have kids?

Not yet. Brian and I have been talking about it off and on a little bit. We’re still busy with our own things. Brian’s wanting to go back to school and get more certifications and I’m busy with my career with Muay Thai. We’re still young; we got time. When we feel settled, that’s probably when we’re gonna have kids. I’d like at least one daughter.

Do you use sarcasm?

Nah, not really.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I notice how they carry themselves. You can learn a lot from posture.

What’s your eye colour?

Uh, well-- I’d call it amber. It’s because of ... a condition. Lot of people think they’re gold; it depends on the light. I’ve been accused of having color contacts. They stopped after I poke my eye. It’s listed as brown on my driver’s license. (laughs)

Scary movies or happy endings?

I don’t like scary movies. At all. There’s just something about them that is just-- nope. Brian watches them with no problem. How can you sit there and eat popcorn when someone’s getting gutted like a fish?! Or a room full of creepy dolls? No thanks; give me a happy ending that makes sense any day.

Any special talents?

I’ve got a talent for attracting cats. Doesn’t matter the temperament, age, size, whatever, they will come to me if I try and talk to them. I’m not sure why. I think it’s my voice.

I have other talents too but, uh... not sure if I can say other than I’m very good with my hands.

Where were you born?

San Myshuno.

What are your hobbies?

Is fixing things a hobby? It’s also my job too; I’m a mechanic, but I like to fix things. Doesn’t matter what it is. I cook a lot, I like to make big meals for Brian’s department. Puzzle games -- my favorite is Baba Is You. I’ve started to take up knitting. I don’t know how Brian can just make a pair of socks in a few days. Every once in a while, I journal. Picked that up from therapy. Sometimes they have little doodles in there. I try to do lowkey things.

Have you any pets?

I have a cat and her name is Lady Spaghetti Wednesday Davidson. Spaghetti for short. Uhm, I named her that because she was just a very wiggly kitten when we adopted her and her fur kinda looks like it with a lot of sauce. We adopted her on a Wednesday. Lady is her title but how she acts, she thinks she’s a queen. Love her to death. If we do get another cat, I’m hoping that they’re full grown. Kittens are a handful.

What sports do you play/have played?

Don’t let the pretty face fool ya. I’m a professional fighter. Muay Thai since I was... 6 or 7. I’m glad I stuck with it. Competitively since I was 8, skipped amateur and pro at around 18. I’ve won state, regional, national, intercontinental, international and even world. I guess I got so good at it because I needed an escape when Jake died. I had a lot of anger and things like that; my uncle Elijah is also a pro fighter, world champ, and he’s also my kru, my teacher knew how to quell it and make it useful. Expectations are high for me. Always been. Doesn’t bother me anymore.

How tall are you?

5′10″.

Favourite subject in school?

History and Math. I know those are the most boring subjects but I’ve always liked them. Maybe because I look at them like puzzles.

Dream job?

Livin’ it. I’ve got a lucrative career in Muay Thai and I’m a mechanic for the city. I don’t see that changing anytime.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #simblr #oc: john #15 oc questions

[coralsgrimes]

"All ye saying is great BUT I gotta ask. What image? Reputation? There is media and fan attention? Like I know there are the staged pap walks now and then, and the occasional article on the back of daily mail. But ye saying like she upped her status? Is this true? OMG what is happening?"

Lol, nah, by reputation I mean she cant/won't risk *getting* a bad rep, she'll be doing her very best to gain and uphold a rep as a hard worker who fullfills her contract, and not doing stupid shit (like travelling far away when she's on stage doing on 8 shows for 6 days a week). I do have to give her credit for hustling, she's busting her ass to get every little nugget of attention.

And the media she gets is definitely whatever J and her publicity team can latch on to, or generate themselves, but she does work a lot for it: she's doing her little outfit of the day thing in more or less successfully trendy/classy/well fitted outfits (some of the brands are pretty big while others are clearly smaller yet up and coming/working with J because she's willing to wear them and get them the attention they need to move on to bigger and better names in the industry) and there's an accompanying "pap shot" of every.single.one. of them, landing her in several "spotted today" lists of celebs out and about. Both her publicist/publicity team and her stylist have been whipped around, earning their money this summer.

Too bad nobody's told her of the risk of overdoing it. I think even her die hard fans are getting a bit fed up now, between her posting SO MUCH, and the ridiculously obvious pap walk from the same damn street every time she's wearing a new outfit... which is every day. In addition, of course, to her semi-regular cult like work outs, and the pushing of her bestie produced wine. Her posts do get a lot of likes, but I've noticed it takes a while to reach the higher numbers now, two or three days. I think she's overfed her followers, there's just too much of her, all the time, everywhere.

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Well this is interesting read hun, thankies for that 🧚‍♀️ if anyone needed an update on twin flame - she seems to be doing better than Benny Boy x.x

From ma end Imma gonna add that one part of her performance she keeps reposting over and over, and it gained a lil momentum but nothing major. She also ain't the one who came up with the lines sooooo let us talk about her republican of a father instead shall we?

OH! And I looked through them brands she tags (thanks to the weird ig trend of creating celebs wardrobe id accounts) and hardly anyone, meaning the brands, acknowledges her lol it's like her Valentino crazy tagging spree, she was never picked up by them but her bestie Nina was on couple of occasions xd

[tanoraqui]

I Meant To Get Further In The Story: the saga of every time I write something like this, why do I even kid myself.

[Prologue, 1, 2, 3 ]

Pike collects Scanlan, quietly this time, and they return to their hobbit-sized room, to fuss at the fire and worry. They don’t have much time to do either—Minxie follows them in, unseen until they’ve cast a little more light around the room. Scanlan jumps, and draws the sword he got from the Barrow-downs, from the old kings of the hills.

Pike lays a hand on his arm, though she does not step in his way.

“Peace,” says the ranger, and draws back her hood to reveal darkly tanned skin, just a shade paler than Gilmore’s, and grey-green eyes and hair like autumn leaves. She keeps her hands raised for another moment, showing them empty, though she does not seem overly concerned.

They talk a little. The ranger explains herself, a little. They do not have time to do more—soon enough, Laina knocks briskly and bustles in, and hands Pike a letter signed with a familiar runic G.

“I do apologize for the delay,” she says, wiping flour- and ale-stained hands on her similarly colored apron. “On just it was just one thing and another, you know? Well, tell me if you need anything else before bed!”

“An urgent matter has arisen,” reads the letter, and “move sooner than planned, alas—you ought be out of the Shire by the end of July, at the VERY latest.” (It was now several days into October.) And “You may meet a Ranger on the road, a friend of mine who goes by the name of ‘Minxie.’ Take her guidance and council well.”

“Hold on a minute,” says Scanlan, still placing himself between Pike and the stranger. “How do we know you’re the real ‘Minxie’ like Gilmore said? You could’ve killed her and stolen her clothes, for all we know.”

“Trust me,” the ranger says quietly. “If I had killed the original Minxie, and I wanted the…trinket you carry, you would be dead and I would have it—now!”

The hobbits leap back as she springs to her feet, cloak flung back, revealing a sword at her hip and a presence fit for battle. Her eyes flash with the firelight, and Scanlan nearly drops the short barrow-sword he does not know how to use.

Then she sits again, with a slight smile, cloak still open to reveal the blade she draws—broken, shattered just a couple inches below the hilt.

“No, I am the original. Minxie, also known as Keyleth, daughter of Vilya. And if by life or death I can save you, I will.”

(“Be sure it is the real Minxie,” says Gilmore’s postscript. “Her true name is Keyleth. All that is gold does not glitter Not all those who wander are lost…”*)

A pony is acquired. A journey is embarked. A terrifying attack in the night sees them off, rooms changed and bedstuff torn to shreds, with the piercing, bone-chilling cry of a Nazgul robbed of their prey.

They reach Weathertop, find a stone marked with three scratches and something like a G, and set up camp as night falls. Minxie sings a tale of heroes, of love in starlight, and at their backs the campfire is warm…but the darkness is cold. Is terribly cold. It reaches into Pike’s bones and steals her breath, especially when Minxie darts away into the shadows for more wood, as they are feeding the fire fast.

No sooner is she gone than there are shapes in the dark, five now, cloaked in black and advancing with cold steel.

Scanlan still doesn’t know how to use his sword, nor Pike her Sting, not really.  The fire drops in the chill wind that accompanies the Ringwraiths, a wind that bears terror in its voice, and Pike runs before she can think. Her hand slips to her chest, toe the Ring on its chain, and she means to clutch it safe, she does, but instead her finger goes through as she yanks—

And stumbles, as the world turns pale, and colder yet. Yet there is light. Not enough to see Scanlan, a small, vague shape shouting in the distance. Quite enough to see the Black Riders, though they are not black in this moment. They are shrouded in dark grey, faceless, nearly formless, save that of ghostly armor and dark, bright eyes. And the one in the lead wears a crown upon her brow, and she reaches down for Pike with queenly grace—demanding, but welcoming, her blade for the moment lowered—

Another dark shape flings itself into the Witch-Queen’s side, far larger than Scanlan. Not Minxie either, though—that is the figure charging up the hill, red-burning torch in hand; she thrusts it like a sword at the Wraiths.

“Leave ‘er alone!” shouts a loud, rough voice. “She’s all tiny!”

The Witch-Queen shoves her assailant back with the strength of the undead, and flings her blade at Pike’s chest. Pike gathers her senses just in time, and rolls, and it hits her shoulder instead. It pierces like ice. Like the winter of legend when the wolves crossed the Brandywine, like a morning plunge into an snow-cold lake.

Pike takes off the Ring.

“Hey,” says an orc, grinning at her with tusks tipped with blood, as the Witch-Queen turns her horse and leaves. “You’re a Trickfoot, right? I been looking for Trickfoots.”

“Trickfeet,” Pike says faintly, on a very, very old reflex. She cannot feel her shoulder. Elsewhere, the other Riders retreat from Minxie’s flames, and Scanlan’s new, smaller torch. They follow their leader’s call.

The orc furrows his brow, clearly thinking hard. “Is that the same thing? The guy I know was Wilhand Trickfoot. Like, one foot. He’s the hobbit I know.”

“Wait.” Pike props herself up on the elbow that she could still feel, that doesn’t seem to be engulfed in ice. “Are you Grog?”

Cursed blades, and some explanation thereof. A very hasty, and then longer, elaboration on that oft-befuddled chapter of a previous tale, on how Wilhand Trickfoot lost his dwarves, found a young orc, and ended up escaping a mountain with him. (The simultaneous realization, on the parts of Pike, Scanlan, and Minxie, that Grog truly believes invisibility to be a natural ability of hobbits.)

Athelas. But even in the hands of a skilled healer, he ancient herb has limits. A shard of the Witch-Queen’s blade is such a limit. It is not long before Pike is being carried rather than walking, by Grog or the pony. They take turns. The Ring stays around her neck, bound once more on its chain, but the world fades anyway, in her mind’s eye. The fog seeps in, and at its heels the chill, so she thinks she will not be warm again.

When two elves ride down the road to meet them, Pike thinks she might be dreaming. For one thing, it is twilight, and the fog that is not there is thick, and she does not see them until well after Minxie gives a glad cry and races ahead. For another, one of them is riding a bear.

She is also holding an arrow nocked at Grog’s head. Pike pushes herself up from his arms to wave that no, no, he’s a friend. Tusks and all.

The Riders come, now the full Nine, their Queen at their head.

“Trinket, get her to safety!” shouts the archer—Vax? Vix? Pike is so cold she feels warm, and cannot keep their names straight. She does not fall off the bear’s back even as he lurches into motion, even as he barrels through four of the Nine who converge on them from ahead, in ambush. Even as they ford the river and it rises at Trinket’s heels, and he turns back with a wild roar at the Riders follow. Pike sees them clearly now: the queen in her crown, the lieutenant-king with his black sword, the rest, royalty all, less mighty but their laughter no less cruel. Pike brandishes her sword, swaying.

But the river is rising in waves of chargåing white horses, and behind them are shadows holding red flames, and two figures of white light, and the shrouded ones are overturned and the mists rise with the waves. Their crashing roar fills the air, fills everything…

And for a while, Pike knows no more.

* I thought, for a moment, that I should attempt to write my own poem for Keyleth. But, like, how could I possibly be better than this one. Just in general.

#lotr #critical role #my fic #pike trickfoot #scanlan shorthalt #grog strongjaw #keyleth #fanfiction #caedes caelifer #monstrum lucis #nah not gonna tag the twins yet

[waitimcomingtoo]

Tuffy

Pairing: Arvin Russel x reader

Synopsis: you win Arvin a teddy bear, and he acts like he doesn’t like it

Masterlist

Arvin pulled up to the annual town fair in his beat up old car and parked out front. He lit a cigarette, spotted Lenora near the entrance, and made his way over to her.

“You girls ‘bout ready to go?”

“Just about.” Lenora answered. “Y/n was just finishing up at a game. Oh, there she is.”

“Arvin!” You ran up to them with a teddy bear in your arms. “Thanks for driving us home. Don’t you want to go in at least on ride?”

“Nah. I don’t trust these things in the slightest.” He smiled at you in your high waisted shorts and button up shirt.

“See? I told you he was no fun.” Lenora teased her brother and poked his side.

“Well since you didn’t want to come with us, I won this for you at the balloon game.” You proudly held out the teddy bear you’d been holding. “Since you’re too much of a tough guy to win your own.”

It was a classic carnival plush with a cheap red bow tied around its neck, but Arvin adored it right away. He accepted the teddy bear from you and looked at it, fighting the massive smile that wanted to break out on his face. He didn’t want to stray from his typical cold and uncaring exterior, so he didn’t let it show on his face how much it meant to him.

“Oh. Thank you.” He said softly. “But I’m not much for dolls. You should keep it.”

“It’s not a doll. It’s a teddy bear.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “I’ve been holding it all night, so it smells like my perfume. And I won it for you so you better keep it, tough guy. It’s yours.”

“All right.” He smiled shyly, grateful that you were letting him keep it. “Not sure what I’ll do with it, but I’ll keep it. Thanks, Y/n.”

“You’re welcome, Arvin” You said as you linked your arm through his. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

A few weeks later, you didn’t join Lenora in the back of Arvin’s car like you usually did. He almost always drove the two of you home after school, but you were nowhere to be found that particular day.

“Y/n didn’t need a ride today?” Arvin asked with slight disappointment.

“She was running late so she said she was gonna walk home.” Lenora told him.

“Oh.” He nodded. “Okay.

“Why? Do you miss her?” Lenora teased.

“Shut up.” He blushed. “Just want to make sure she has a safe way home.”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Lenora said, so he let it go. He checked back in a few hours later with Lenora to see if you’d made it home safe.

“Do you know if Y/n made it home yet?” He asked.

“She hasn’t called me yet, so probably not.” Lenora realized. Arvin frowned and looked out the window, not liking the thought of you walking home with how hard the rain was coming down.

“It’s pouring out. She’ll catch her death.” He said as he grabbed his car keys.

“So will you if you try to find her. You know how slippery your tires get.” Lenora reminded him as she followed him to the door.

“I don’t want her walking alone in the rain.” Arvin said as he slid his jacket on. “Imma go get her.”

Arvin got in his car and drove in the direction of your school. A few miles up the road, he saw you walking with your backpack over your head.

“Y/n!” He called out the window. “Get your ass in the car now.”

“Arvin?” You squinted in his direction. “Is that you?”

“Yes, it’s me.” He pulled up beside you. “Get in.”

“How’d you find me?” You asked as you got into his backseat. “And how’d you know I was out here in the first place?”

“Lenora told me you was foolish enough to walk home in this weather.” He said as he looked at you in the rear view mirror.

“I didn’t realize it was gonna rain. Sorry, Arvin.” You apologized to him, making him feel guilty for how he spoke to you. He didn’t mean to make you feel bad, he just worried about you.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, darling.” He said in a softer tone. “And you don’t have to sit in the back either.”

“Um, I think someone’s already sitting in the passenger seat.” You smiled a little and adverted your eyes.

“Who?” He furrowed his eyebrows before looking beside him. Sitting there in his passenger seat was the teddy bear you had won him a few weeks before. To make the sight even more embarrassing, the teddy bear was buckled in with a seatbelt. He had forgotten that he put the bear there and now there was no hiding the fact that he drove around with it.

“Oh.” He blushed and grabbed the bear. “Him.”

“Is that the bear won for you?” You asked coyly. “From the carnival?”

“Yeah. It is.” He adverted his eyes as you climbed into the front seat.

“Why did he have a seatbelt on?” You chuckled as he set the teddy bear on his lap.

“It’s very dangerous to drive without a seatbelt.” He said seriously. “You know that, darling.”

“But he’s just a teddy bear.” You bit back a smile at the way he was behaving. You’d into ever seen him frowning or fighting, so it made you happy to hear him being silly with you.

“A teddy bear you won for me.” He reminded you as he smiled down at the bear. “That makes him special. I gotta protect him.”

“Arvin.” You swooned. “You really kept it? That’s so cute.”

“People don’t usually give me things.” He said quietly. “So he means a lot.”

“Did you name him?” You asked hopefully.

“Yes.” He said softly. “He’s called Tuffy.”

“Why?” You wondered curiously.

“Cause you always call me tough guy.” He admitted without looking at you. He hadn’t planned on showing you the softer side of him, but you seemed to be enjoying it.

“Can I see him?”

“Careful not to get him wet. Can’t replace him.” Arvin warned, proving further to you how much he cared about the bear.

“I didn’t think you cared that I won him for you.” You said in disbelief. “Didn’t think you cared ‘bout anything, in fact.”

“I act tough, but I got a soft spot for you.” He said as he looked at you.

“Me and Tuffy, I presume.” You teased.

“Yeah.” He smiled. “You and Tuffy.”

You looked down at Tuffy and held him to your nose, inhaling his scent for a moment.

“He smells like you.” You giggled. “Which means he smells like cigarettes and Old Spice.”

“Well he sleeps in my bed.” Arvin told you. “That’s why.”

“Arvin Russel.” You gasped. “You do not sleep with a teddy bear.”

“Said he sleeps in my bed. Not in my arms or nothing.” He chuckled as he took the bear back from you. He put Tuffy on his shoulder and rested his head on him as he looked at you.

“That’s a shame.” You nearly exploded from how sweet Arvin was being. “If I was sleeping in your bed, I’d want to be in your arms as well.”

Arvin opened his mouth to speak, but found himself too flustered to form a sentence. Before he could respond, you spotted something out the window and sighed.

“Oh no. It’s Chuck Greenwood.” You pointed out the window. “He’s got a crush on me. Never leaves me alone.”

“Do you like him too?” Arvin frowned a little as Chuck approached his car.

“Absolutely not.” You stuck your tongue out. “He’s nothing but a pest. Ugh. Here he comes.”

“Hello Y/n. You look awfully pretty, even in the rain.” Chuck smirked obnoxiously as he knocked on your window. “What’s the matter? Lenoras Bible didn’t tell you it was gonna rain?”

“Leave me alone, Chuck.” You rolled your eyes and turned away.

“And is that the Russel boy?” Chuck pointed to Arvin. “What are you doing driving around with a teddy bear? Did your mommy give it to you?”

“No. But your mommy did.” Arvin shot back.

“Can I see it? It looks so cuddly and soft. I just wanna hold it for a minute.” Chuck laughed as he reached for the teddy bear.

“Hands off.” Arvin smacked his hands away. “Don’t you inbreds have something better to do?”

“What could be better than picking on you and your fuzzy wuzzy teddy bear?” Chuck asked.

“It’s my teddy bear.” You lied as you took the bear off Arvin’s shoulder. “Arvin won him for me at the carnival last week.”

“Did he? Don’t tell me you two are going steady.” Chucks jealously got the better of him.

“Whats it’s to you?” Arvin smirked, liking your plan. “Not like you ever had a chance with her.”

“Whatever. Enjoy your teddy bear.” Chuck scoffed and walked away.

“We will! Bye!” You called after him before rolling the window up. “Did you see his face? We totally got him.”

“That’s what he gets for making fun of Tuffy.” Arvin smiled as you handed the bear back to him.

“Yup.” You agreed. “He’ll know not to do that again.”

You looked at each other for a minute, soft smiles on your faces as a comfortable silence settled in his car. The comforting sound of rain hitting his windows added to the soft ambiance in the car. You gulped and sat up a little, giving him all your attention as he nervously played with the bear.

“Darling.” Arvin began quietly. “What did you mean before when you said you’d want to sleep in my arms?”

“Well, you know.” You shrugged and played with your nails. “I’m just saying. If Tuffy ever needs a night off, maybe I could take his spot.”

“Well.” He smiled softly and cupped your face with his hand. “I’ll have to check with him first.”

You leaned forward and smirked against his lips before mumbling, “You’ll have to let me know what he says.”

“He should be fine with it.” He sucked in sharply against your mouth.

“Arvin?” You asked as you gazed at him through your lashes.

“Yes, darling?”

“Stop talking about your teddy bear.” You chuckled before connecting your lips to his.

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#arvin russel x y/n #arvin russell x reader #arvin russel imagine #arvin russel x you #arvin russel fluff #arvin russell #tdatt #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you

[haitaini]

rose petals

nahoya kawata x reader

genre: smut n some fluff

warnings: pain play, spitting, slapping, hes mean, nahoya’s fuckin MEAAAANNN, not proofread

minors/ageless blogs dont interact im so sick of u bitches

about: you wanted an industrial piercing, so your best friend mitsuya recommends you a piercer. what you didn’t expect though is someone like him to be a piercer.

words: 3.6k

tagging: @mitsuyaa @haistani @ryugucci @rinrinfoxy @creepzeyecandy @bajitheestallion @milkkai

“trust me, he pierced my lobe and my brow, look at how cool it looks,” mitsuya, your best friend tries to convince you to him. “i mean.. since you know him i guess why the hell not,” you let out, opening a water bottle to take a sip.

“fuck yeah, okay i’ll talk to him, industrial right?” he grabs his phone, getting more comfortable on the couch. “mhm, maybe something else but i’m not sure what yet.” you sigh and lay down on the other couch, on the opposite side of him.

“alright then,” he breathes out and starts typing on his phone as you grab the controller and turn the playstation on, ready to ruin your day playing call of duty.

you already got a few piercings, small tattoos on your arm but the itch will never leave. once you get one tattoo or a piercing, you’ll want to litter yourself with them. they’re addicting, having yourself as canvas, making artwork on you is a thought you’re genuinely in love with.

recently though, the artist and piercer that you regular at moved away, leaving you looking for a good one all over again. but mitsuya came and help and you started wondering why the fuck didn’t you think of this before since he literally has tattoos and piercings himself. but it’s whatever.

“okay, he’s free on coming monday, you good with that?” he asks, eyeing you. “yep, fuck you you son of a whore! yeah yeah i’ll be free.” you let out, frustrated from the kill you missed. “why would you do this to yourself?” mitsuya asks, genuine curiosity apparent on his face, “you enter the house in a good mood only for you to get off the game with anger issues,” you snort at his remark and shrug, muttering something about you’re always bored.

“welp, i’m gonna leave then, remember monday 2pm, i’ll text you the address” he gets up and walks towards the door. “and dont break something, yeah?” he yells from the other side of the room and you nod, muttering your good byes before leaving.

taka poopie:

you still playing?

you:

nah, got off after you left!

taka poopie:

alright, good

[link] here’s the address, his name’s nahoya kawata, hes the owner of the shop. the shop’s name is twin devils.

you:

thanks babe, appreciated <3

taka poopie:

yeah yeah go to bed

you:

damn okay daddy 😵‍💫🥶

taka poopie:

fuck outta here

you giggle and turn your phone off, heading to the toilet to get ready for bed, doing your face routine and whatever you need to head to sleep.

its monday. you look at the logo in front of the shop “twin devils” and walk in, immediately greeted by an angry looking dude in the reception and frown to yourself. does he know me from somewhere? you shrug and go up to him anyways.

“Hey! I have an appointment with Nahoya in around ten minutes,” he squints at you and nods, checking his system. “oh you’re mitsuya’s bud? coming for an industrial?” you nod and you see a guy that looks exactly like him, but with a wide smile. oh they’re the twins.

“that’s the person mitsuya told us about, ‘hoya, you ready?” the blue haired twin called out to him, nahoya raised his brows in surprise and hums in affirmation. “hey cutie, you ready?” you furrow your brows and nod, slightly shocked at the nickname.

“mkay then, i take it you know all about the procedures and the healing processes based on the amount of piercings you got on your other ear?” he asks while unwrapping his equipments and setting them on his table. “yeah, dont worry about it, i can handle it.” he looks at you, eyes trailing up and down and chuckles. “mhm, okay then, pretty.” he murmurs and pats the seat, asking you to get on.

“this is gonna be slightly longer than usual piercings, since it’s two holes instead of one, so let me know if it becomes too much and you’ll get a break right away, good with that?” you nod and get your hair out of the way with a clip, turning your head to the other side to give him more space to work with.

his eyes trail your figure one last time before grinning, and moves his chair closer to you.

you tense at the thought of the needle close to your skin, before he brings a hand to your shoulder, rubbing it in comfort. “dont worry baby, it’ll be fine.” is all he lets out before you relax and feel him get the job done quickly.

you let out a breath and your eyes tear up at the feeling of your ear throbbing with heat. he notices your tears and grins, bringing his thumb to wipe it away. “dont waste your pretty tears over some shit like this, not worth it,” he mutters and takes his gloves off, throwing away his used equipments and stands up.

you flush at his action, looking at him work. your mouth moves before your brain registers it, “what makes my tears worth it then?” you ask him and see his eyes darken at that, smirking at you before walking closer to you, gripping your chin between his fingers. “we’ll find out soon, what do you think?” you whimper at that, face heating up and you turn your face to the side. he chuckles and hands you a paper, his number written on it. “just in case your piercing acts up, you know?” you roll your eyes and take it from him, grinning. you stand up and notice some artworks on the wall, you eye them quietly, noticing one that stood out the most.

“you like that one?” you nod and turn to him. “you drew it?” “mhm, one of my first designs.” he looks at it and grins, “souya and i match these tattoos,” he says before he raises his shirt, revealing a shit ton of other tattoos all over his chest. he points at the design he mentioned on his pec, on the right side of his heart. “im guessing the other half is with your twin?” he grins and nods, lowering his shirt.

“he might look intimidating, but he’s actually way nicer than me,” you raise your brows as he leads the way to the reception. “i actually thought i did something when i first came in,” you snort, “but his voice was soft when he spoke, so i kinda just relaxed a bit.” you confess and he just smiles and hums.

“you done?” souya asks you both, you nod and take out your wallet, taking out your card to pay for the piercing.

“text me, yeah? was being for real,” he whispers to your ear and you heat up once again, as you nod and smile at him. waving your hand, you left the shop ready to go home.

you didn’t text him, you have no clue what was it about him that got you all stiff and lightheaded, but he got an effect on you that you have no clue where it came from and why is it happening. so because of that, you did not text him.

however, you were craving a tattoo. you wanted one, badly.

you still had nahoya’s number, you could just text him right away, but you wanted him to draw the tattoo himself. seeing his artwork last tike you were there genuinely got you thinking about it for a while.

you had a vague idea of what you wanted, so all you have to do is to tell him about it, draw it out and to make an appointment for it. so that’s what you decided was the plan.

you got ready, grab your keys and head out to the same shop again, excitement bubbling in your chest as you thought about the last encounter with him. you mentally smacked yourself in the head for not texting him, but honestly your anxiety was getting the best of you, and you couldn’t do much about it.

you park in front of the shop and walk over to the entrance, only to find nahoya exiting the place. with a pout on your lips, you skip to him to catch his attention. i guess that’s what you get for not telling him about this beforehand.

“oh? look who’s here,” he grins and looks at you, you let out a breath of relief, catching him on time. “you don’t have an appointment, do you? shit, did souya mess up?” he looks at you, sweat beading on his forehead. “relax, i just wanted to ask you a couple of stuff, but you’re leaving?” you look at his bag hanging on one of his shoulders and back up to him.

“yeah, but i can make time for you, angel face,” you bite your lip, scratching the back of your neck. “well… i want a tattoo, i have an idea what i want but i remembered your art and i really want your opinion on it,” his raised a brow, grinning at you before opening the door for you, “let’s see what we can do then, hm?”

“alright, what do you have in mind?” he asks, plotting onto his seat, a bunch of papers in one hand and a pencil in the other, looking at you attentively. “i was thinking about some vines, with a bunch of roses blooming out of ‘em, maybe five or six roses?” “oh? okay thats fine, where do you want it to be?” he asks you and you think to yourself for a bit.

“i was thinking maybe my lower back? but also my upper chest and collarbones doesn’t sound too bad either,” he grins and lets his eyes trail on you for a bit. “well, i think your upper chest works the best, since vines are usually wiggly and not straight at all,” he starts, sketching out what he has envisioned.

“we could have it starting from your shoulders curling down towards you upper chest, what do you think?” your eyes sparkle at that, an image of what the tattoo could look like imprinted into your mind. you smile and nod, clapping your hands together in excitement.

“you’re so cute, i’ll text you the final sketch then we can set up the appointment, mkay?” you nod before realizing something. “wait, you don’t even have my number, how are you gonna do that?” you ask, head tilting to the side. “i do, ive always had it,” your eyes widen at that, “i know i could’ve texted you myself, but where’s the fun in that?” he grins, putting the pencil down to look at you. “you’re just too cute to tease, baby.” “you’re mean,” “oh angel, you haven’t even seen me mean.”

you huff, cheeks dark and hot from his words before getting up, trying your best not to grin at him. he giggles and waves at you, watching your figure walk away from him. “see you later, cutie.”

unknown number

the sketch is done

[pic attached]

you

this actually fucking gorgeous

thank you ‘hoya, seriously

you’re amazing

nahoya

mmmm thanks baby

you free tomorrow?

you

mhm

nahoya

perfect, come during closing time

you didn’t question his timing and shrugged, turning your phone off and heading to sleep.

“closing time? why the fuck?” mitsuya asks through the phone. “i’m not sure either, but the design is so gorgeous, taka… i can’t wait for it.” he chuckles, “you’re gonna be in so much pain, but good luck, its a really pretty tattoo.” you chuckle and thank him, before hanging up the phone and opening the door to the shop.

the place is empty, a bit darker than usual too. i mean he did say it was closing time but it’s still an odd sight to see. you take out your phone to text him, before you see him coming out of a room in the corner, lips immediately shapes into a grin.

“hey angel, you ready?” you nod and exhale a breath out of your lungs, relaxing yourself a bit before approaching him with a smile. “the excitement’s giving me way too much energy, scared i’ll be shaking too much,” you let out as you watch him walk into the same room, before telling you to follow him.

“don’t worry cutie, you’ll be fine,” he grins before taking a look at you, “besides, you shaking would be such a pretty sight for me, dont you think?” you feel your breath get stuck in your throat at his words, a small whine accidentally escaping your lips. he chuckles and moves closer to the seat.

“need you to lay down for me, can you do that baby?” you nod, goosebumps covering your skin as he strokes your hair in praise. “lower your shirt and bra straps for me cutie,” he mumbles before taking the sticker to line out the piece on your skin. his touch has you muffling a whimper, your face heating up immediately. he grins and grabs the needle, starting to trace the line art gently, pain not affecting you. he hums and looks at your face for your reaction before he sucks at his teeth, wiping the ink splattered on your skin, so he has a pretty, clean canvas to work with.

“is it hurting you, pretty?” he murmurs, concentration fully on his work. you hum, “not really, it’s sort of pleasant,” you breathe out, looking at his attentive face before you smile. he really does love doing this, it’s super evident in his work and you find it endearing. your thoughts get interrupted when he presses a bit too hard on one spot, causing you to let out an accidental moan. “a-ah, shit,” you immediately slam your hand against your mouth, eyes widening, heat enveloping your face and neck. “oh? look at that! i think you find it too pleasant, dont you?” he grins and wipes that spot, pressing a bit too hard on your skin again making you keen. “‘hoya, please,” you pant and his control snapped in half at that.

he put the needle aside, and stands up, grabbing your legs to position you where he can be standing between your thighs. “i knew you were a slut ever since you first stepped into this place,” he unbuttons your pants and slides them off of you, throwing them somewhere in the room. he chuckles at the wet spot that formed on your panties, pressing his thumb against it “you’re so wet it seeped through your fuckin’ panties! are you that much of a pain slut?” you whine, hips raising to get some sort of friction from his thumb, but he immediately pushes your hips back down.

“greedy little whore, you’ve always wanted this havent you?” he says before leaning down to you, grabbing your cheeks together causing you to roll your tongue out. his eyes darken at that, before spitting onto your awaiting tongue and slapping you across the face. “you’re so fucking filthy, it’s actually pathetic,” he says before he grabs the hem of your panties, sliding them off of your legs and stuffing them into his pockets.

“do you usually slut yourself out to anyone that gives you such minimal attention? or are you just a whore for me?” he asks you before you let out a loud moan, feeling his fingers slide between your folds. he immediately hisses at the wetness, pulling out his fingers. “look at that, you’re disgustingly wet right now, you’re so fucking disgusting.” he pulls his digits apart, a string of your slick connecting them.

he takes his other hand, rests his thumb on your lower lip before pressing down, silently ordering you to open your mouth. you part your lips a bit and he pushes the two wet fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself. you let out a whine, eyes tearing up at the humiliation he’s putting you through. you wrap your lips around his fingers, tongue sliding between them sloppily, saliva dripping out the corner of your lips, but you love it, you love it so fucking much you can get drunk on it.

he chuckles and pulls his fingers out of your mouth, before grabbing your cheeks together again. “see? these are the tears that are worth letting out,” he growls into your ears before pulling away, watching your tears roll down your face. you whine and clutch at his shirt, but he slaps your hand away. “stop being so fucking greedy, its annoying as fuck.” he lets out before he pulls your shirt straps down, taking out your tits from your shirt. his hand trailing down to your cunt again before he pushes a finger in, immediately twisting it inside of you causing you to cry out at the pain, legs raising off the seat. he slaps your thigh as a warning and straightens your legs, spreading them wide, getting a full view of your pussy in front of him.

he whistles and grins, seeing your thighs tremble and shake at his finger curling inside of you. your hands immediately go to his wrists, slowing down the pace of his thrusts. “‘hoya please, please sir, fuck- slow down,” you whine loudly, tears continue to pour from your eyes.

his cock twitches in his pants, letting out a low groan at the sight. “fuckin’ whore.” he says before going to unbutton his pants, sliding his boxers with them. he hisses at the cold air hitting his cock before wrapping his hand that’s wet with your slick around himself and strokes slowly, letting out groans from the waves of pleasure.

your whines only increase in volume at the sight of him pleasuring himself, making him roll his eyes in annoyance and smacking your spread thigh again. you let out a gasp at the pain before the throbbing pain turned to sweet pleasure. “if you’re that fuckin’ needy for me you could’ve asked for my dick when you wanted it,” he murmurs before lining up his cock against your entrance, one hand grabbing your waist, the other rubbing tight circles at your clit.

your thighs started shaking again from the stimulation on your clit before you felt him push into you slowly, gasping at the fullness of his cock in you. you feel your core snap, clenching around him, legs seizing up and your eyes rolling back to your skull, letting out a silent scream.

he stares at you before giggling, his laughing sounding absolutely humiliating to your ears. “holy fucking shit, did you just cum?” he grins at your reaction, “just from me pushing in? you’re so fuckin’ cute” shame dawns over you, your hands trying to cover up your face before he pulls them away. “you fuckin’ look at me while im fucking you, got that? or are you too braindead now?” he taunts you before pushing the rest of his length in.

you moan out his name, clenching around him causing him to hiss from the tightness of your walls. “how are you so fucking tight? are you a virgin? is that it?” you shake your head no, moaning as he starts thrusting into you, moving at a steady rhythm. “no? then? little whore too busy to get fucked then?” he groans, speeding up his thrusts as he holds onto your hips tightly, surely bruising them.

you raise your hands at him, wanting him to be close to you before he leans down, letting you grab at his hair, pulling at it and letting moans and whines pour out of your filthy lips.

he wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing at the sides before he spits on your face, watching his saliva drip down your face and chin.

you’re messy, so fucking messy and he loves it. he wants to wreck you, mess you up to the point where you wont be recognizable after you’re done with him. he wants to keep you all to himself, his own little doll that he gets to fuck and ruin whenever he wants.

he wants to collar you, having his name marked on your pretty little neck.

the thought got his hips rutting into you in desperation, his cock twitching inside you before emptying his cum in you, painting your walls white with his seed. he groans and pushes his face into your neck, panting to get some air into his lungs.

you let out a soft breath at the feeling of his cum inside you, threatening to come out. you clench around his cock, causing him to hiss and stand up straight, fingers finding your clit, rubbing quick circles, hips bucking into his hands before you feel yourself come undone around his cock, orgasm crashing onto you causing you to let out a moan that could put porn stars to shame. nahoya grins at you, fingers not stopping yet before you feel shocks of pain hitting your clit.

he pulls out of you, sighing as he watches his cum dripping out of your pussy before reaching out for his phone on the table, taking a picture of your spread cunt, keeping it for himself. “you’re so good, so fuckin’ good for me arent you?” he asks, pressing soft kisses on your temple all the way to your lips. you hum and grin, “hell yeah im good,” you grin and bringing him close to you, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“need to go get us towels to clean ourselves up a bit, would you let me do that baby?” he murmurs to you and strokes your hair with his fingers. you nod and let him go from your grasp. he smiles and skips to the storage room to get some towels.

he comes back and see’s you passed out on the seat, he grins and brings the cloth to your skin, wiping away his cum and sweat from you before dressing you again slowly, without waking you up.

“welp, guess we’ll have to continue the tattoo tomorrow.”

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[kythed]

an age of miracles

synopsis: why do the most beautiful people always seem to get the short end of the stick? 

tagged: atsumu miya x reader, mentions of illness, mentions of god.  

commitment level: 3,617 words.

hospitals are liminal spaces. transitional, gateways between birth and death and the whole mess in between. (life.) they’re sites of both tragedy and miraculous recovery, and you’re not yet too old to stop praying for the latter. 

+

his name is atsumu. you skim the documents pinned to his door — atsumu miya. age 21. cirrhosis. 

cirrhosis is late stage liver scarring. nasty stuff. evidently, atsumu miya is in his third stage — portal hypertension. abdominal swelling. jaundice. 

for a bedridden guy with a serious illness, he’s not as justifiably depressed as one might assume. 

“hey, doc,” he says when you come in. he’s facing the window, letting the sunlight cast a saintly halo across his cheeks. blonde hair, an angular sort of face that’s been hollowed by illness. in another life, he might’ve been handsome. 

you clear your throat, and he glances back, surprised. “ah. you’re not my doctor.” 

“nope. nursing student.” you sit at the foot of his bed. “i’ll be monitoring you the next month or so as part of my studies.”

“monitoring,” he repeats drily. “you make it sound like i’m a lab specimen in a test tube.”

“means you’re special.” 

“sure. ‘specially fucked up.” he’s younger than you are, but there’s an aged weariness in his gaze. 

“aren’t we all, mr. miya?” 

he cracks a grin. “touche. call me atsumu, though. mr. miya’s my dad.”

“as you wish, mr. miya,” you say, biting back a smile. (there are those who say sarcasm has no place in hospitals. you do not fall into this category.)

+

atsumu likes to play chess. the second day of your clinical, he’s got a travel sized chess board set up on his bedside table. “been dying from boredom the past few hours. think you could take a break from ‘monitoring’ me to play a game?”

you set your clipboard down. “i could. i’d advise against it, though. i’m a pretty good player.”

atsumu grins. “not better than me.” 

he’s right. he beats you three games in a row before you finally snag a checkmate. (and you suspect this is only due to pity.) 

“what’d i tell you, baby?” he crows, and you shake your head, raising your arms in surrender.

“it was an off day. if i’d been on my game i could’ve swept the floor with you.”

“prove it,” atsumu says, leaning forward. he’s pale from a lack of sunshine, but you notice a faint pink glow in his cheeks now. “come back tomorrow.”

tomorrow’s a saturday, and you don’t have clinical. “of course i will.” 

you’re not one to back down from a challenge, no matter how trivial. plus, atsumu is fun. (and kind of cute.) 

+

“hi. brought you something.” you set a tupperware of cubed fruit on atsumu’s lap before pulling up a chair next to the bed. 

“did you make this?” he says, eyes wide. 

“i just chopped up a few apples and stuff,” you say, plucking a blueberry from the container and popping it into your mouth. 

atsumu shakes his head before biting into a chunk of pineapple. “you’d think it’d be hard to mess up fruit salad, but somehow this damn hospital can make a strawberry taste like cough medicine. everything they serve here tastes like cough medicine, actually.” 

“delicious.” 

“disgusting.” atsumu sets up the chess board. “so, like, thanks. for the fruit. can i keep the tupperware?”

you laugh. “why do you wanna keep the tupperware?” 

“it’s a reminder of normality.” atsumu shrugs. “i only ever eat off chipped hospital dishes here.” 

your chest throbs. “oh, atsumu.” 

“don’t you ‘oh, atsumu’ me,” he says, rolling his eyes. 

“sorry. yeah, you can keep it.”

(he wins at chess again.)

+

you’re only required to come in to the hospital three times a week, but you get into the habit of visiting atsumu every day. the first time you visit after class, you’re wearing a sweater and jeans. atsumu wolf whistles.

“damn. you look good when you’re not in scrubs.” 

“are you saying i don’t rock scrubs?” you press a hand to your chest in mock offense. 

“nobody looks good in scrubs,” atsumu says. “except for me, probably. i look good in anything.” 

you laugh. “i believe it.” 

“you’d better.” atsumu has a nice smile, you notice, wide and shiny. 

you plop yourself down beside him on the bed. “hey, you wanna see a picture i took on the way here? i found a stray cat near the convenience store.” 

“i’m a dog person,” atsumu says, but he nonetheless leans forward to get a look at your phone. “oh, cute.” 

“isn’t he?” you say, zooming in on the little orange cat. “i think i’m gonna name him after you.” 

“what?” atsumu huffs. “why?”

“because he’s good at chess,” you say. 

atsumu furrows his brow. “you played chess with a cat?”

“no, i just have a feeling,” you hum, and atsumu rolls his eyes with a small smile. 

“you’re stupid.” 

you slip your phone back into your pocket. “in a cute way, though.” 

“if you say so,” atsumu says, and you flick his shoulder. “ouch. way to bully a sick man.” 

“you deserved it,” you laugh, and he joins in.

“yeah, i did.” 

+

the next time you visit, atsumu’s family is there. his parents have kind, tired faces. 

“nice to meet you,” his mom says, grasping your hand warmly. “i’m glad atsumu has a friend here.”

“mom,” complains atsumu. “i have friends.” 

“none as cool as me, though,” you tease, and he smiles.

“you’re right,” he says, and his dad rumples his hair before turning to shake your hand. 

“it’s great to meet you, mr. miya,” you say, returning the shake. 

“the pleasure’s mine,” he says. he looks nearly identical to atsumu, just a little grayer. right next to him, there’s a boy who really does look exactly identical to atsumu, though his hair’s dyed dark and he’s a little more filled out. he has an air of begrudging maturity about him, the telltale sign of a young man who’s been forced to carry burdens that aren’t his. 

“i’m osamu,” he says. he’s sitting on the chair near atsumu’s bed. “this little asshole’s brother.”

“i don’t know why you keep calling me little,” atsumu says, lightly punching osamu’s forearm. “i’m the older twin.” 

“yeah, but you act like a baby.” osamu grins and leans out of reach when atsumu tries to swat at him. you chuckle behind a hand, leaning back against the wall as mr. and mrs. miya question you about your studies and hobbies. 

on your way out of the hospital a half hour later, you run into osamu at the lobby coffee shop. 

“so,” he says, sipping from a steaming cup. “you’re a nursing student?”

“mm,” you say, handing a fiver to the cashier to pay for your sandwich. “i’m in my fourth year at hyogo university. are you in college, too?”

“nah,” says osamu. “i play volleyball. professionally, i mean.”

“oh!” you notice the lettering on his sports jacket for the first time. msby black jackals. “that’s really cool.”

osamu shrugs. “sometimes it is. tsumu’s wanted to be a pro player since we were kids — but he won’t ever be able to do that now, of course. so that’s why i play. better to have one miya in the pro circuit than none at all.” 

your heart sinks. “you’re a great brother, osamu.”

osamu shakes his head. “i’m really not. it should’ve been me in that hospital bed.”

“osamu…” you trail off as osamu just shakes his head, giving you a sad smile. 

“it was nice meeting you,” he says before tossing his cup and heading back towards the elevators. 

+

“no,” atsumu says staunchly, crossing his arms. “definitely not. i don’t read.” 

“come on,” you wheedle, dangling the book in front of his face. “it’s one of my favorites, and i thought it might stave off some of that stifling boredom you always complain about.”

“i’m bored, but not that bored,” atsumu says, squinting at the book. “what is that about, anyways? the little prince? sounds lame.”

“it’s not lame,” you promise, bouncing slightly on the bed. atsumu sniffs. “okay, what if i read it to you? you don’t have to do anything but listen.”

“i’m not a child.” 

“you’re acting like one.”

atsumu throws his hands up in defeat. “alright, fine. you win. we can read the little prince.”

“excellent.” you beam. “scoot over?”

“what?” atsumu says, but he scoots to the side of his bed as you kick your shoes off and curl up next to him. you feel his breath hitch as he lightly lets his arm curve around your waist. 

you sigh, content, and flip to read the first page. “once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book…”

+

it takes three visits to finish the entire story. atsumu sniffles when you read the last line, rubbing his eyes furiously.

“did he die?”

you trace a light circle on atsumu’s palm, smiling slightly. “i don’t know. i think it’s up to the reader to decide. he left his body, but is that really death? or is it just… moving on?” 

“i think he just moved on,” insists atsumu. “he moved on and returned to the stars. he was just a kid. he was too young to have died.” 

“look at you,” you tease, and atsumu flushes. “waxing on poetic.”

“it was good,” atsumu says gruffly. “thank you.” 

“you’re welcome,” you breathe, and when atsumu buries his face in your neck, you realize he’s crying. 

+

he kisses you for the first time a week later. it’s late in the afternoon, and both your faces are tinged with gold. he slips a hand beneath your jaw, and you let him slowly guide your lips to meet his. they’re soft, hesitant, and sweet, pressing against yours with an uncharacteristic shyness. 

you sigh happily when he pulls you forward to straddle his lap, slipping your hands into his thick blonde hair, letting him press light kisses down the length of your neck. 

“hey, beautiful,” he breathes into your collarbone, and you laugh. 

“hey, pretty boy. nice to see you today.” 

+

atsumu’s discovered a newfound love for reading ever since you read the little prince outloud to him. you’ve been bringing him secondhand books from the thrift store near your house, and now there’s a sizeable stack of novels out on the table. 

“i think i’ve read more in the past couple months than i ever read in high school,” he admits, running a finger down the spine of treasure island. “you’ve turned me into a nerd.”

“you’re welcome,” you say, straightening his collar.

“it’s kind of nice, though,” he says thoughtfully, tossing the book back on the table. “to read about all these different people, all the things they do. all the stories i’m never gonna get to experience.”

“you’re getting to experience them through reading,” you correct. “that’s the beauty of fiction.”

atsumu laughs. “you’re such a sap.” 

“it’s true,” you insist. “god knows life is too short to live through everything we’d like to. that’s why he gave us imagination.”

“do you believe in god?” atsumu asks softly. his stare grows distant.

you think for a moment. “sometimes i do. do you?”

“same. sometimes.” he fiddles with the hem of his shirt. “sometimes i wonder, though… like, if there’s a god, why does he hate me?” 

you chew on your cheek. “why do you feel hated?” 

atsumu laughs a laugh tinged with slight bitterness. “sweetheart… i’m not going to live past twenty-five, if even that.” 

you swallow the knot in your throat, letting it sink deep into your stomach where it sits like a lump of copper. “well… the little prince is less than a hundred pages. sometimes the shortest books are the best reads.” 

atsumu nods silently. he’s not convinced. you’re not sure if you are, either. 

+

atsumu sleeps a lot these days. you spend as much time with him as you can, but more often than not, he’s in a half conscious daze, curled up beneath the white hospital comforter. during these times, you just set your backpack by the door the slip into bed next to him, wrapping yourself around his back and pressing your palms to his chest just to feel his heartbeat. it’s faint, but it’s steady and rhythmic. ba-dump. ba-dump. ba-dump. 

sometimes, atsumu’s his usual, lively self, cracking bad jokes and poking fun at you. his smiling face has come to be your favorite picture. on these days, you bring him a hot chocolate from the coffee shop and split it with him, kissing off the whipped cream that finds its way onto his lips. he still likes to play chess, and, though he won’t admit it, you’ve been getting better. one day, you beat him, two games to one. 

there are solemn, quiet times, and there are bright, cheerful times, but you savor all of them. every moment spent with atsumu is valuable in your book. occasionally, you’ll go with him out into the hospital garden, into the warmth of the sun. every so often he’ll stop, lean on you to catch his breath, but he never complains. 

“look,” he’ll say instead, pointing at a vine of jasmine, or a single daisy swaying in the breeze. “almost as pretty as you.” 

+

one day, as you’re leaving atsumu’s room, you run into his doctor in the hall. 

“keep your chin up,” she says, straightening her glasses. “it’s possible he could still recover. strong young men often do.” 

you nod slowly. “is he going to need a transplant?”

“well,” says the doctor, clicking on her pen absentmindedly. “if it gets any worse, yes. but i’m going to be honest with you — it’s unlikely we’ll find a donation with both a matching blood type and in good condition.”

“ah.”

“so just hope for the best.” she slips into his room before you can say another word, leaving you to lean heavily against the wall, staring at nothing in particular. miracles happen every day, you remind yourself. there’s no reason atsumu shouldn’t be the recipient of one. 

+

“hey,” atsumu says. he whispers your name with an unusual tenderness. “i have to talk to you.”

it’s been five months since you first met atsumu on a clinical, and it’s been three months since he began to call you his girlfriend. you lace your fingers between his, giving his hand a light squeeze. “yeah, ‘tsumu?”

he takes a deep, shuddering breath. “i don’t think i’m going to… be here much longer.” 

“no,” you say, chest tightening. “don’t say that. you’re gonna be fine.” 

“sweetheart,” he says, voice low. he takes your chin and firmly turns your head to look at him. “i’m sorry. you know i am. i just… i’m sick. it’s hard to think straight sometimes, so i just wanted to tell you before i can’t anymore.”

“tell me what?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. 

“tell you that i love you.” 

“atsumu,” you breathe. a frustrated tear finds its way down your cheek. “i… i love you, too. but please… just hang on. they’ll find a donor. they have to.”

“they might not,” he says, and he smiles, pulling you close. you knot your hands in the front of his t-shirt, pressing your face to his chest. “don’t cry. i’m just going to go live in the stars, right? like the little prince.” 

there’s so many things you want to say, like, you nerd, can’t believe you’re making literary allusions or shut up, asshole, or i’ll miss you if you do, but you say nothing, because if you open your mouth you’re sure you’ll just sob. 

“don’t cry,” he says again, but he’s crying, and you lift your face to see the tears streaming. “i love you.” 

your throat is too thick to say it back, but he sees it in your eyes. i love you, too. 

+

you spend the rest of the night with him before leaving at a little past 2am, and the next morning, you get a text from osamu. 

he’s gone. 

you don’t cry at the funeral. it’s small, just his family, a group of close friends, and you. you don’t look in the casket, either, because you want to remember his smile, and empty bodies don’t. you sip on a paper cup of water and lean against a wall, where osamu finds you. 

“hey,” he says, and you nod in return. “he left this for you.” 

you take the letter from him, and after he gives your shoulder a squeeze and heads back to his parents, you tear it open. 

hey, you. i’m writing this two months after you first came into my room in that god-awful set of scrubs. right now, you’re napping in the chair near my bed. you look cute. we had our first kiss last week, and i’m still walking on air. fuck, that sounds dorky. oh, well. guess i’m a dork. only for you, though. 

anyways, if you’re reading this, it’s because i’ve died. whoop-dee-doo. i’ve moved on to the great beyond. i’ve fallen past the veil. whatever it is you nerds like to say. there are probably things i’m going to say to you in the next few months that are a little more… intimate, i guess? but i wanted to tell you this while it’s still fresh in my mind: you’ve honest-to-goodness saved my life. i mean, it might not go on for much longer, sure, but you really have, in a way. being sick is weird. it makes you a lot more sensitive to miracles. 

you start. you don’t remember ever talking to atsumu about miracles.

someone from the outside might look at me and call me unlucky, but i feel pretty damn lucky right now. meeting you was without a doubt a miracle, and if i never got sick, it never would’ve happened. take that as you will, i guess. all i know is i’m not angry at god, even though maybe i should be. i mean, i’m still not sure he’s even out there. but there’s gotta be something, or someone, because how the fuck else could i have possibly recieved something so… great? i sure as hell never did something to deserve it. (god, i sound stupid. but it’s just hard to chalk up to coincidence.) 

anyways, i love you. not sure i’ll ever get the guts to say that out loud, so i’m saying it here. i love you, and i hope you love me, too. 

- atsumu

“i do,” you whisper. “i do.” 

+

on your way home, you stop at the convenience store for a bottled water, and the little orange cat comes out and winds itself around your leg, purring. 

“hey, ‘tsumu,” you say, squatting down to scratch its head. “fancy a game of chess?”

it meows back. 

“yeah?” your eyes grow wet, and you wipe them on the sleeve of your sweater. “wanna come home with me?”

it meows again, and this time, you break out into full scale crying. you’re not sure if you’re imagining it, but you think you can see a tear in the cat’s eye, too. 

he follows you home, and the next day, you purchase a water dish, a big bag of cat food, and a blue collar. (blue was atsumu’s favorite color.)

+

three years later. 

“honey?” 

“yeah?”

your husband comes out from the hall, buttoning up his shirt. “you almost ready to go?” 

“almost, ‘samu,” you say, slipping on a bracelet. your hands are shaking, and he notices it, too. today’s the third anniversary of atsumu’s death, and it’s also the date of osamu’s first big press conference. “he’d be so proud of you, you know.” 

osamu smiles. “he would. he’d be proud of you, too.”

you laugh. “what for? for marrying his little brother?”

“no, he’d probably be kind of pissed at me,” osamu jokes, before coming to stand behind you. he wraps his hands around your waist. “he’d be proud of you for finding happiness, i think.” 

“i am happy,” you say, tilting your head as osamu presses a kiss to your temples. there’s a beat of silence. “but i miss him.”

“i do, too.” osamu rests his chin on your head. “he probably misses us.”

“mm,” you say. “i think he might be having too much fun for that, actually.” 

“maybe,” says osamu, and he leans forward to grab the keys from the counter. “i’m gonna go heat up the car, okay?” 

“sounds good,” you say, as the cat dashes into the room with a meow. a nameplate that reads ‘tsumu’ dangles from his collar. “oh, hey kitty. i forgot to feed you. i’ll be out in a minute!” 

after you fill the cat’s dish and pull on a cardigan over your dress, you slip outside, shivering in the night air. the sky is clear and full of stars, and as you walk to the car, you crane your neck up to see. 

“hope you’re doing well, ‘tsumu,” you whisper to the gleaming constellations. 

you still have things you want to say to him, even after all these years. you want to ask him how the weather in the cosmos is, and if the fruit salad is better up there. you want to ask if he’s read any good books lately, or if he’s seen how great osamu’s serve has gotten recently. you want to laugh with him. 

most of all, though, you want to let him know that he was your miracle, too.

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[simpingforsoftboys]

The Odds of Us All

CH 3 Part 2/5: The Foxes Burrow

You stood beside Kita, facing the starting members of Inarizaki’s team. Your soulmates were pretty surprised to see you here- but that was a given since you may or may not have neglected to inform them that you would be their new manager.

“This is Ushijima Y/n. She was previously Nekoma’s volleyball club manager- I’m sure some of ya’ have heard of them before. They’re Fukurodani’s main rival- aside from Itachiyama.” Kita introduced her formally, before allowing Y/n to say a few things herself.

“I look forward to getting to know you all! Please take care of me.” You said with a bow. Kita nodded in approval at your brief greeting- concise yet polite- just as he liked it. 

“Today’s extra practice for the senior and starting members. So take yer time with gettin settled in. If ya need anythin just ask me or Aran.” A tall male in a #4 jersey strode up to you, a welcoming smile on his lips as he stretched out a hand for a handshake.

“Nice to meet ya Ushijima! Welcome to the team!” You accepted his hand and shook it firmly.

“Glad to be here Aran-senpai- but please just call me ‘Y/n.’ Ushijima is my cousin-”

“Course- ain’t gonna lie- made me double take the first time I heard it.” They shared a quick chuckle. “Why don’t ya go talk to the other’s? We’ll be right here after.” Aran stepped away to speak to Kita, luckily you didn’t need to go seek out anyone else to speak to- since someone walked up to you.

*Apologies in advance ya’ll, I’m only an anime watcher so I DO NOT have a grasp on Akagi, Omimi, or Ginjima’s characters AT ALL... so please- if you guys have tips please comment. Also I have no idea if Akagi or Ginjima was raised in Hyogo so I’m going to give them a normal Tokyo dialect for now- but Ginjima will have hints of Hyogo dialect- this is subject to change if I get advice. 

“Hi! I’m Akagi Michinari, you’re new right? How’s Inarizaki so far?” Akagi was fairly cheerful- almost like a breath of fresh air compared to everyone else. Sure, Kita and Aran were plenty nice but they were more like a parental/older brother sort than friendly.

“Mhm, I just got here two days ago! Everyone here is so friendly- I love it.”

“Hey... this is just between me and you but,” Akagi leans forward, hand covering the side of his face like he’s telling a secret, curious, you lean forward to hear better. “It’s kind of refreshing to talk to someone without the Hyogo dialect. Sometimes I still have trouble understanding what people are saying so I smile and nod.” You two look at each other for a good moment before bursting into actual giggles. 

“Me too actually, I was so lost in Japanese literature- so I just pretended to know what was going on when Kenji-sensei was lecturing.” You whisper back- sending the third year into a fit of laughter. The two of you were oblivious to the jealous stares from the nightmare trio, and the curious looks from the others. 

“Haha- I think we’ll be fast friends Y/n!” The libero says, turning to look at the last two people. “Hey Ren, Hitoshi- come say hi!” A super tall, scary dude with a blank expression walks over, along with a stereotypical alt obsessed looking guy. “The super tall one is Omimi Ren- and the grumpy one is Ginjima Hitoshi!” Omimi doesn’t say anything- instead opting to nod in greeting.

“Hey.” Is all Ginjima says, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here. 

“Call me Y/n! I was meaning to ask earlier but are there any allergies or food preferences you might have? I was going to bring homemade energy bars but realized someone might be allergic.” 

“Uh, nah I don’t have any allergies.” Ginjima looks pleasantly surprised, though it’s barely noticeable on his face, “I don’t think anyone here has allergies so ya don’t need to worry.” He turns to look at his seniors for confirmation.

“No one has any.” Omimi agrees.

“Great! Thank you... how about food preferences? Any dietary restrictions for you three specifically?” You’re slipping back into your old managerial habits, pulling out a notepad and scribbling down notes. You may not be of any help on the court directly, but you pride yourself on being analytical and taking care of your team. An example of this was how you’d watch Nekoma’s next rival team beforehand, chatting up their players by starting off with simple conversation- and estimating what makes them tick based off their answers. 

“So professional- Shinsuke picked a good one.” Akagi praised, before giving his own preferences (along with Omimi’s), Ginjima spoke after him. Something told you this years team was going to quickly be added to your list of friends.

“What’cha talkin bout over here?” Atsumu slinked over to stand at your side, inserting himself into the conversation. The two third years were unperturbed at his interruption, meanwhile Ginjima looked a little irritated. 

“Just dietary restrictions.” You replied showing him your notebook. “Speaking of which I have to speak to you, Osamu, and Suna about yours. Excuse us-” After politely excusing yourself and Atsumu, you walked over to join the other two.

“Enjoyin yerself?” Osamu questioned in greeting, taking a bite of his senbei cracker. “Never seen Akagi so chatty with someone he just met.” 

“That’s because they were gossiping.” Suna snickered, shooting you a knowing glance. “It was something about the dialect right? He said the same thing to me when we first met.” He laughed at the scandalized/busted expression you wore.

“What d’ya mean?” The vegetable oil color haired twin questioned, tilting his head to the side- Osamu said nothing, content to munch on his cracker. 

“Thank you so much for exposing me.” You ‘thanked’ Suna with a saccharine sweet tone, before answering your faux blonde soulmate. “It’s Tokyo dialect things. That’s it.”

“Oh ok.” He seemed satisfied with your answer, not seeing any reason to doubt you- much to his twin’s, and Suna’s amusement.

“Alright everyone, practice now!” Coach Kurosu called, the gym doors slamming open as he strode in alongside Coach Oomi. “Ushijima- er I’ll just say Y/n yeah? Come over and I’ll give you a rundown on how things work around here.” While the boys began running their warmup laps around the gyms interior, you made your way over to the coaches. “So... says here you were manager of old Nekomata’s team huh? Interestin’ well, it’s the same as any managerial position. Keep the bottles filled, maintain our players morale when you can, and launder the towels and practice jerseys... sound good?” You nodded, already used to the burden of managing a boys volleyball team. 

“Yes, thank you.”

“Oh and here,” he hands you a hefty, sealed envelope. “Your budget for the next two weeks. Anything you don’t spend will be subtracted from the next allowance.” Your eyes widen at the weight of it, but you nod along nonetheless. Money is a friend of yours- the Ushijima’s being a very well off family. “Well the bottles are in the locker room hallway.”

“Right, of course.” Then you left, going to begin the familiar tasks that had somehow become an important part of your daily high school life.

Oomi looked at Kurosu. “Why’d you give her cash? We’re supposed to give her the card?” Kurosu is silent, watching his players with a scrutinizing look. 

“She reminds me of a boerboel.” 

“I don’t follow?”

“I have a feelin that we can trust her.” 

Facts/Trivia

This takes place the very next day after CH3 pt1, ignore the 4d mark on that one cut off tweet please

Tendo has this uncanny ability to tell when someone is trash talking either Ushijima 

Sakusa still doesn’t know that Y/n is Inarizaki’s new manager

None of her soulmates follow her private twitter- or know of it’s existence

Y/n is very efficient at doing laundry/filling water bottles within a small time frame- she has Nekoma vbc to thank for that

Nekoma didn’t have a allowance for their team- so Y/n just paid for everything out of pocket

Yes their budget for TWO WEEKS is about $270 

The only things she can bake well is granola/energy bars, scones, and cookies. Anything else she attempts turns out horribly

A boerboel is a extremely dependable dog breed 

Sometimes when the teachers speak too quickly, Y/n can’t tell what they’re saying so she just stares at them, acting like an attentive student so that they’ll be less tempted to call on her during class

I have no idea how to write for Omimi, Ginjima, Akagi, and both coaches so I’ll just do whatever

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[vintagedolan]

hands to yourself (gbd)

ethan is sick of the pda and challenges you and grayson to a 3 day no touching bet. but what happens after 72 hours is a different story...

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Many things happened when you were making out with Grayson. Getting clocked in the side of the head with a pillow was not usually one of them. 

“Will you two keep it in your pants for two fucking seconds,” Ethan grumbled, obviously the perpetrator of the flying pillow that had connected with your face a few moments prior. He had good aim, you’d give him that.

“Fuck off,” Grayson grumbled, but he detached his lips from yours, settling to lay on you instead. It wasn’t an unusual position for you to find yourselves in - Ethan in the chair, you and your boyfriend sprawled out on the couch while you watched a movie. Most times you’d be laying on top of Grayson, cheek on his chest, his hand running gently up and down your arm or back. Sometimes he’d lift your shirt some so he could scratch your back, skin soft under his fingers. Other times - like now - he’d be wanting the attention, scooting down and nuzzling up on your chest so you could play with his hair or trace shapes on his skin. 

Either way, it seemed to get under Ethan’s skin. 

“You fuck off, I live here too I don’t need to see you two all up on each other 24/7,” Ethan shot back, obviously annoyed. It didn’t usually bother you - he went through phases where he’d get lonely and be a bit more annoyed at the PDA - Grayson was quite handsy if you were honest. On the other hand though, it could get annoying sometimes. You would like to be able to make out with your boyfriend on your own couch without the comments from the peanut gallery. And it annoyed Grayson 10 times more than it did you.

“Chill guys,” you sighed, not wanting it to get any worse. 

“Nah, we’re about to take a trip in the van and I’m not about to wake up to you two fucking next to me cause you can’t keep it in your pants,” Ethan huffed back, movie long forgotten as he got heated. “You literally cannot keep your hands off each other, it’s gross.”

For some reason, that comment got under your skin a bit more than anything he had said prior. You were a mature adult who could control herself if she wanted to. And you could prove it too. 

“Bet.”

Grayson stiffened, lifting his head. He knew how competitive you could be - it was one of the many reasons he loved you - but combined with Ethan’s inability to lose, it got dangerous sometimes. Bets were never good when they were between you and his brother, and you could tell he was worried.

“What are we betting?” Gray murmured, not liking where the conversation was headed.

“Okay fine.” Ethan perked up a bit, loving an idea of a challenge and completely ignoring his twin. “One week, you all can’t touch each other when I’m around.”

“Absolutely fucking not,” Grayson immediately shut it down. You put a hand on his arm, calming him a bit. This was between you and Ethan now.

“A week is too long. I’ll give you three days,” you offered. Grayson turned to you, incredulous. 

“Absolutely fucking not?” He said it to you this time, but you squeezed his arm again, signaling for him to hear you out. 

“I can do three days,” Ethan offered. “But if it’s only three, then you all can’t touch each other at all. Like even when I’m not around. Strict no touching policy for three days. It’ll be a good cleanse for you horny fucks.” 

“Fine,” you agreed, narrowing your eyes at him.

“What?!” Grayson balked. You just grinned.

“But. If we make it the three days, you’re never going to say another snide comment about us touching. Ever.”  

Ethan paused at that, really considering what he would be giving up if you managed to pull off the bet.

“Fine. But, if I win, I get to say whether or not you can be all lovey dovey and shit, and you have to listen.” There was a wicked look in his eyes; if he won he’d be ruthless, no doubt. 

There was a whole lot at stake. But the prospect of being able to do whatever you wanted with Grayson, wherever you wanted, without Ethan’s commentary was too good to pass up.

“Deal.” 

“Oh, so I don’t get a say in it? Cool, cause this doesn’t affect me at all,” Grayson chimed in, obviously annoyed. 

“Okay, but how nice would it be if he couldn’t say shit about us,” you quirked an eyebrow at Grayson and he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

You were right, and he knew it. 

“Fine,” he conceded, knowing you’d get your way no matter what he said. “I’m in.” 

“Shake on it,” Ethan said, getting up from his chair and walking over to you. You reached out, giving him a firm handshake and a nod. When you let go, he turned his wrist, looking at his watch.

“Alright, it’s 11:35. Time starts now, disperse,” he grinned, gesturing to the two of you. Grayson moved off of you with a huff, scooting to the other end of the couch. 

As soon as he was gone, you realized just what you’d signed the two of you up for.

It was going to be a long 72 hours.

day one

It was only 9am, and tensions were already running high. Ethan wasn’t giving up any ground - he hadn’t even let you and Grayson sleep in the same bed the night prior. Which meant Grayson, being the gentleman he was, let you take the bed and he took the couch. 

So, feeling well rested and in a good mood, you headed for the kitchen. Grayson was there, as you expected, typical avocado toast in hand. But when he saw you, he immediately groaned, dropping his head to the counter as you opened the fridge. 

“What?!” You asked, laughing a bit. When he looked up, you could see the frustration in his eyes.

“Could you at least try to not make this any more fucking impossible than it already is?” 

“I’m just getting yogurt...” you said innocently, holding up the cup you pulled from the fridge only a few moments prior.

“Yeah, but you could at least wear a fucking bra,” he pointed out, eyes trained on your chest. You hadn’t really thought about it - you were in one of Gray’s shirts, which was oversized on you. But now that you looked, you could tell that the cold air of the fridge had made your nipples hard, the ghost of them obvious through the fabric.

“Bras are uncomfortable,” you countered, pointing your spoon at him.

“Yeah? Well so are blue balls.” 

His voice was so serious that you both just stared at each other for a minute, and then you couldn’t help it. You broke first, starting to giggle and then both of you were cackling like middle schoolers. 

Once you’d finally calmed down and wiped away the tears you were crying, you continued eating your breakfast, perched on the counter by the stove. Grayson’s eyes were on you, specifically on your tongue as you licked yogurt off the spoon. 

“You know, Ethan won’t be up for another few hours. He’d never know,” Grayson wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Nah, we don’t cheat in this house. A bet is a bet.”

“Well this bet sucks.” His voice was garbled around the last bite of toast that he was chewing.

“I know. But hey, it’ll be worth it. Then we can do whatever we want, and he can’t say shit,” you reminded him.

“We’re gonna drive him nuts,” Grayson grinned, and just those words sent goosebumps rising across your skin. Stop. Stop that. You couldn’t let yourself get lost in a daydream, especially when you weren’t allowed to touch him - that would just be self torture. 

But it was too late. Now all you could think about was how normally right now, he’d be standing in front of you between your legs, hips pressed against the counter, his hands in your hair, lips on yours.

“Uh... babe? You good?” Grayson’s voice pulled you out of the image. His brows were furrowed, and you watched as he nodded to the floor, where a small dollop of yogurt had splattered. It must have slid off your spoon while you were lost.

“This bet sucks,” you repeated his earlier words, suddenly very much regretting your decision.

“Friendly reminder that you started it,” he grinned deviously. “Were you daydreaming over there?”

“No.” You answered too quickly. Dammit.

“Oh... well in that case, I guess I’m just gonna keep myself busy then. Might go build. Or lay out. Not sure yet.” That mischievous glint was in his eyes and you groaned. He knew exactly what he was doing - something about the focus he had when he was working on a project, with his tool belt low on his hips, sunglasses on and shirtless - it got you weak in the knees every damn time. 

And he knew it too. 

All you could do was glare at him as he got up and washed his plate before heading back to your room. Sure enough, 20 minutes later he was outside, carrying wood across the yard to where his saw was set up. 

You sat in the living room, watching him work while you drank your coffee. Watched his muscles ripple under his skin as he hoisted 2 by 4′s over his head, powerful arms doing it with no effort. He could hold you up with those arms, hold you up while he-

“Good morning, this just in from pining central-”

You turned at the voice, glowering when you realized it was Ethan with a smug grin on his face. 

“Shut the fuck up,” you grumbled, sticking your tongue out at him. 

“Ooooo, touchy,” he teased, reaching out and ruffling your hair. You reached back to slap his shoulder, but you were smiling. “Or... no touchy.” Ethan cracked the joke, obviously proud of himself.

“That was actually terrible,” you shook your head.

“You’re just mad cause you’re gonna lose this bet,” he said, raising his eyebrows as he headed back towards the kitchen to make his breakfast. 

“Not a chance in hell.”

day two

Sleeping on the couch wasn’t ideal, that was for damn sure. Not because it wasn’t comfortable, but because you didn’t have Grayson next to you. After his long day of building you knew that he was sore, and you’d insisted that he took the bed instead. 

But that also meant that he had slept in for once, making your morning mission a little bit harder than usual. You snuck into the bedroom, tiptoeing at first, then walking normal when you realized that he was still snoring. He was curled up on his side, shirtless and sleeping soundly, his left arm curled around a pillow that he was holding to his chest. It took you a minute to realize that this was how you usually woke up, with his arm wrapped around you before you turned over and eased him onto his back so you could cuddle. 

Stupid pillow. You pushed the thought from your mind as best you could, going over to your drawer and picking out a bikini to wear. It was beautiful out, the perfect day to get some sun. You changed quickly, grabbing a towel from the bathroom and your sunscreen before you headed out to the pool. It would at least help you kill a few hours. You were discovering that things were boring when you couldn’t make out with your boyfriend.

It was two hours later when you heard the doors open, signaling that someone was coming out of the house. You peaked over your sunglasses, unsurprised to see Grayson there.

“Did you just wake up?” 

“No. I’ve been awake.” His tone was short, and you frowned. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Don’t play innocent,” he grumbled. You sat up further on the yellow lounge, confused.

“What?” 

“You’re doing this on purpose. Out here, all laid out in a tiny bikini when there’s nothing I can do about it. You’re a tease.” He sat down on the other lounge, staring at you. You could tell he was hard underneath his gym shorts.

“I just wanted to get some sun... But, two can play that game. You’re telling me you building all day yesterday was innocent?” You looked at him accusingly, expecting him to laugh. Instead, his eyes just darkened. 

“Oh, does me building do something to you?” He knew the answer to that. It fueled his ego that him doing something so simple could turn you on so much, and you hated that you had no control over it. “What exactly does it do to you, hmm?”

“Stop it,” you muttered, but your body was reacting anyways. Your skin was flushing just from his words. 

“Stop what? Stop making you wet?” 

“We can’t do anything about it, don’t make it worse,” you pleaded. He was right, you were wet, and you wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you right then and there. But you were more strong willed than that. It was only another 30 or so hours. You would make it.

“I’m going to shower,” you said, standing up and heading into the house. You knew his eyes were on your ass, and you were unsurprised that he got up to follow you, carrying your towel in wadded over his dick in case Ethan was out of his room. 

You tried to ignore him as you headed to the bathroom, taking your hair down and starting the water to give it time to warm up. To your surprise, he lifted himself up and sat on the end of the counter, giving himself a perfect view of the glass shower. 

“What’re you doing?” 

“Watching.” There was a heat in his voice that went straight through you. You swallowed heavy, turning to him. He got like this sometimes, where his dominant side would come out. Usually it was halfway through sex, when he was pulling on your hair, or when you had a particularly bad attitude and he corrected it quickly with a rough fuck. 

But there was an intensity to this that had your mouth dry as you started to undress under his gaze. You reached behind your neck, pulling on the string that kept your top together. When the bow came undone, the fabric began to fall, though it didn’t fully reveal your tits until you untied the back and it fell to the ground. 

Grayson said nothing, eyes unwavering as you moved to your bottoms. You shimmied out of them quickly, kicking them to the side. Unfortunately, they landed directly in front of him. You knew he’d see the wetness that had pooled in them; it was obvious. That wasn’t going to help matters. 

“We can call off the bet. If you want.” You blurted it out - until the last few minutes you didn’t realize how desperate you were to have his hands on you.

“No. We can’t. Now shower, before we run out of hot water.” 

You did as you were told, walking over into the water and letting it run over your skin. You kept your eyes closed mostly, but you could feel him watching your every move. As you washed your body, your hands lingered over yourself for just a moment, desperate for relief.

“Don’t you dare.” Grayson’s voice was deep and demanding, making your eyes snap open. He very rarely took that tone with you.

“Touching myself isn’t against Ethan’s rules,” you pointed out, knowing it would piss him off to hear his brother’s name right now. If he wasn’t already going to destroy you when he could, he definitely was now. 

“It’s against my rules.” 

Just those words were enough to almost make you cum right there.

Why, why had you made this bet.

day three

Getting out of the house was the only option, you couldn’t take it anymore. Especially after the pent up energy established yesterday, you couldn’t handle the stares and the constant need to have his hands on you. If you stayed too long, you’d break the bet. 

So, you treated yourself to a bit of a shopping spree for the day. You picked out new clothes from a few stores, even picking up a shirt for Grayson you knew he would love, and some shoes for Ethan. You went to lunch, taking your time, even going to get coffee later on. It was a nice break from the tension, though every time you looked at your phone and saw your lock screen - a picture of you and shirtless Grayson in the mirror - it sent tingles down your spine, reminding you of what you were finally getting back tonight.

Your final stop was a lingerie shop. It was always fun to look at all the pretty lace patterns and colors - usually you just window shopped, but you were trying to draw out the process as long as you could. An emerald green number caught your eye, laid out on one of the tables. It was lace and silk, delicate but sexy at the same time. On a bit of a whim, you bought it, adding the bag to those already on your arm as you headed home. You took the long way, happy to see that it was already 7pm by the time you pulled in the driveway. 

Four and a half more hours. That was it. Just four and a half more hours. Surely, you could do it.

When you came in, Ethan was eating cereal, and had already begun sulking. That lifted some of the tension that was hanging over the house, specifically coming from the direction of the living room where Grayson was practicing handstands.

“Awe, is somebody sad they’re going to lose the bet?” You teased, sitting the bags down and digging around for his shoes.

“Time’s not up yet,” he grumbled. 

“Well, I got you a pity gift,” you smiled, passing him the box. “Enjoy.”

“Thanks, I’ll need a distraction from you all sucking face constantly,” he rolled his eyes. You knew he’d be grateful for the shoes once he got over his loss. 

“Hey Gray, I got you something,” you called, heading to the living room with your bags. He was still in his handstand and he brought himself down slowly, a smooth landing. 

“Lemme see,” he smiled. The frustration he’d had yesterday was still there, but he was trying to be helpful, as were you. Spending the day apart had made it easier, and with the finish line in sight the both of you were in higher spirits.

“I can’t remember which bag it’s in,” you mumbled, starting to sit them down so you could look through them. Grayson picked one up, and before you could say anything his hand was in it, no doubt feeling the lace and silk. 

He froze, eyes darkening again.

“Is this for later,” he practically mouthed the words, barely speaking so Ethan didn’t hear him.

“It can be,” you whispered back, blushing. He only nodded, a wicked excitement in his eyes. 

After the teasing and tension yesterday, you were a bit worried that your new set wouldn’t even survive the night. He had a bit of a habit of ripping things when he got dominant. You supposed you could just buy another one if you had to.

You kept yourself busy after giving him his shirt, looking for distractions anywhere you could. You ate a quick dinner, then decided to take a nap.

“I’m going to sleep,” you announced to the boys, heading towards your room. 

“It’s 8:30,” Ethan said, confused.

“Well, I’m probably going to have a long night, so,” you grinned at him. Grayson choked, looking up at you. 

“Gross. Go to bed,” E grumbled. You obliged, heading to your room. You killed another hour or so on your phone before realizing that you might actually fall asleep. Not wanting to ruin the surprise, you changed into your lingerie, looking yourself over in the mirror. It was just as flattering as you hoped it would be, accentuating all your favorite areas.

Grayson was gonna lose it. 

You climbed back onto the bed, comforted by the feeling of the soft cotton on your exposed skin. You curled up, getting comfy and eventually drifting off to sleep.

The next thing you felt were two large hands on your waist, putting you on your back.

“What the?” 

“It’s 11:36.” It was Grayson’s voice, and it clicked.

The bet was over. Thank fuck. 

You were suddenly wide awake, and you couldn’t get your hands on him quick enough. His skin was soft and warm as you reached up to his shoulders, running along the muscles until you got to his neck. You pulled his face down to yours, crashing your lips together. You’d never felt anything so good in your life.

“We’re never doing anything like that ever again,” you mumbled against his lips, hands back on his skin, at his waist now, curling around his back trying to pull him closer to you.

“Agreed,” he said, kissing you again before he bailed to the side, reaching over and pulling you on top of him.  And suddenly you were touching everywhere. His thighs were against yours, and you could feel his dick against you, his torso wide and strong beneath you as his hands roamed down your side, over your hip and around to your ass.

“Fuck, you look so good,” he groaned, fingers toying with the fabric of your thong. Your hips bucked at the feeling of his hand on your ass, and it created a delicious friction against his dick that had you starting a rhythm in no time. He sat up then so you were on his lap, gravity causing more pressure as you kept grinding, both of your breathing picking up at the sensation. After the pent up hormones of the last few days, you were sure you could cum just like that, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he did too. 

He reached behind you, unclipping your bra with ease, pulling it off your arms and tossing it across the room. Then, his hands were at your hips, fingers digging into your skin, lips at your neck as you worked him over.

“Surprised you aren’t punishing me for being a tease,” you mumbled, then gasped at the bite that resulted from your words.

“Don’t tempt me, we’ve got all night,” he groaned, moving you a bit faster. You clung to him tighter, grateful that he’d decided to just focus on pleasure tonight. 

“Just wanna feel you.” His words were hardly a warning as he rolled over, putting you back on the bed. He reached behind himself, unlocking your legs from around his waist before he moved down the bed. His hands went to you hips, scooting you up a tiny bit before he hooked his index fingers into the waist of your thong, swiftly discarding it after it was off. 

“Look even better like this,” he hummed, crawling up to kiss you again. You chased his lips when he broke it off, only to gasp a bit when you felt him press a kiss to your collarbone. He moved down, cupping each tit and licking and sucking along your nipples until you were squirming. His progress down your torso was painfully slow, each little nip with his teeth making your whole body jolt. By the time he got to your inner thigh, you were begging.

“Please Gray, please fuck, give me something,” you whined, practically writhing underneath him.

“As you wish.” And then his mouth was on you. He knew you better than anyone - and he wasted no time. He worked you over like the expert he was, tongue flat then fast, with just the right pressure. You never lasted long like this, with your hands in his hair and his hands pinning your hips down to the bed. But this might have been the quickest - it couldn’t have been a minute before you were cumming, pulling on his hair as you let go. Your legs were actually shaking, and he pulled back, thumbs rubbing along your skin as you came down, catching your breath. 

“Holy shit,” you choked out, trying to swallow as you gasped. 

“That was hot as fuck. Didn’t even know you could cum that fast,” he grinned, obviously a bit proud of himself. You didn’t blame him - with that tongue he could have an ego as big as he wanted. He pressed kisses to your hips, then your ribs, the middle of your chest, giving you time to get your breathing back to normal before he caught your lips with his again. 

Now it was your turn. You reached down into his boxers, wrapping a hand around his dick. It was heavy and hard in your hand, but his hiss made you stop your movements. 

“Baby, I’m already not gonna last, don’t need you making it any shorter and bruising my ego,” he huffed, obviously trying to calm himself down a bit. You moved to the waistband of his boxers instead, pushing them down his thighs. He took them the rest of the way off, throwing them in the same direction your lingerie had flown earlier. 

You spread a little wider, reaching for him as he positioned himself over you, his weight on his forearms which were on either side of you. He dipped his hips, teasing you for just a moment, before pushing in. You sighed at the feeling, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, holding yourself steady so that he didn’t push you up the bed. When he was balls-deep, he kissed your forehead. 

“Missed you,” he whispered, and you could have melted right there. “You ready?”

You nodded - it didn’t matter how many times you did this - he was still big, and it always took you just a minute to adjust. Grayson always gave it to you, making sure he didn’t cause you any pain. 

He lowered himself down so that some of his weight was on you, and then he snapped his hips back, driving into you with a groan. He was everything you could feel and see, his chest against yours, bodies touching everywhere that they possibly could as he started a quick rhythm. 

“Fuck you feel so good,” he groaned, voice deep as he went deeper with every thrust, hitting the spot that had your toes curling, nails scraping down his back.

“Jesus fuck Gray, I’m gonna cum again, fuck,” you said, pleasure loosening your tongue. He moaned at that, burying his face in your neck, biting at the skin he found as he sped up his hips.  

“Fuck, fuck fuck,” you squeaked out as your next orgasm hit, every muscle you had clenching up in pleasure. 

“God,” Grayson moaned, somehow moving even faster, holding himself up with one arm while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling your hips up to get another angle. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Jesus baby, fuck.” 

And even in your blissed out state, you felt him cum, cock twitching inside you before his weight lowered onto you for a moment, arm still wrapped all the way around you. As soon as he could function, he rolled the both of you over so he didn’t crush you. You didn’t separate at all as you laid on top of him, weak and satisfied as he stayed seated inside you, both of you fucked out and content. 

You knew you were probably making a mess and you neither of you gave a fuck, not moving an inch other than Grayson’s hands wandering, fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin. Eventually he rolled over, sliding out of you gently with a kiss to your forehead before he got up and went to get a washcloth. He cleaned you up, as well as what was left on the sheets before tossing the rag in the laundry. He pulled his boxers back on before climbing back in bed.

“All good baby girl?” He gave you a soft smile as he laid down. You used the energy you had left to climb back onto him, unwilling to have any space between you at all after the last three days.

“I am now,” you sighed, content just to have his skin on yours. You just enjoyed each other’s presence for a few more minutes, and then you felt Grayson laugh a little bit underneath you, making you sit up just enough to look at him.

“What’s so funny?”

“I just realized that we won the bet. I kinda forgot, I was just ready for it to be over. But now we can literally do whatever we want and E can’t say shit,” he laughed, hugging you a bit tighter. 

“We could literally have sex in the living room and he can’t say shit,” you grinned, quirking a mischievous eyebrow.

Grayson just shook his head with the biggest smile, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and kissing the top of your head. 

“Nah. All mine.” 

#this put me through the fucking RINGER #and im SCARED cause it's my first smut on this blog #so pls LET A BITCH KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT #grayson imagine #lynds writes #grayson smut #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan imagine #IM NERVOUS #grayson imagines

[amane-by-together]

Hanafuda || Amane Yugi

(Part 1 of 10)

genre: fluff, school, slice of life, modern au (where all wonders live)

summary: amane yugi spends his school days skipping classes until he meets [name] [surname], a student from the other class, who was also skipping classes and eventually the two of them formed a platonic friendship. cutting classes and playing hanafuda together strengthens their friendship but soon unexpected feelings blossom between the two.

“Amane-kun.” [name] was shuffling the hanafuda cards together for them to play, she glanced over to the choppy haired boy who was sitting crossed legged against the rooftop's railings. “You going to the next class?”

“Nah.” Amane answers while fiddling with his locks of hair. “We probably skipped three classes this day, wanna skip classes in fourth period?” he smirked playfully.

“What class do you have in fourth period?” [name] asked, giving Amane some seven hanafuda cards. “Math?”

“Literature.” He received the cards and scooted in front of her. [name] flashed him a quick grin, her competitive side is showing all of a sudden when it comes to hanafuda. Amane stared at his cards and groaned. “Ugh, why do I get the worse cards?”

“I dunno, I wasn't looking when I was shuffling them.” [name] purses her lips together as she analyzes her cards. Her [eye color] colored eyes met with Amane's amber eyes. “Hm. Let's start!”

“You go ahead, [name]-san.”

“Hm~? Alrighty then~” [name] stretched her arms and let out a satisfying sound from her lips. She placed a sakura card with the tag to its match and took another card from the stack and placed it along with the cards on the center since it has no match. “Winner gets to sleep in the loser's lap.” she added.

“[name]-san, you know so damn well I'm not good with these things.” he murmured with a blush while putting a matsu card on the center.

Amane met [name] by chance. He often skip classes alone week by week, no one seemed to notice his absence which was fine by him. One day, he decided to stay on the rooftop and saw a girl sitting by herself with her phone. It must be fate or a coincidence, he thought.

The thing is, he has never seen this girl from the classes he attended to so he assumed that she's from the different class where Tsukasa, his twin brother, is. “Tsukasa-kun?!” she exclaimed at their first encounter. “What the frickety frack are you doing here?!”

Amane scratches his cheek and sweat dropped. He spoke. “I'm not Tsukasa though, I'm his older twin.”

[name] blinked she stood up from the bench and went over to Amane. The choppy haired boy slightly backed away from her. “Your tone is lowered down a bit, your eyes shaped like the crescent moon, yeah you're not Tsukasa-kun.” she muttered.

“I'm Amane Yugi, first year highschool, from class A.” he introduced himself while twiddling his fingers. “I'm Tsukasa's older brother though.” he chuckled.

“[name] [surname], same year as you but I'm from class B. Nice to meet you, Amane-kun.” [name] sat back down to the bench, she patted the extra space next to her. “Come, sit next to me.”

Amane hesitated a bit but shrugged and sat next to [name]. The female grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I guess you're skipping classes like me.”

“I've been skipping multiple times, no one noticed it yet, how about you?” Amane scooted closer till their shoulders touched, his bangs became parted from the side due to the slight wind that passed by.

“I started skipping on the beginning of first year.” [name] pulls out a packet of melon bread and gave it to Amane which he gratefully accepts it. Amane and [name] ate in pure silence, munching on to the bread that [name] bought recently which was originally for herself.

During those days of skipping classes, they would play hanafuda together on the rooftop. [name] would frequently win during their matches, guess luck really isn't compatible with Amane. The two of them quickly became close due to their meet ups when they're skipping classes together.

“Amane-kun, I know you have the full moon bright card.” [name] eyed him suspiciously but a shadow casted over to her face with a funny glint in her eyes. She placed an ume card with a red tag on it. “Red Poetry Tags, I win again~!”

“I couldn't even get a lot of yaku combinations.” Amane helped [name] to clean up the cards. “I knew I should give up the plain cards.”

Amane blushed at the thought of [name] laying down on his lap, he doesn't even know what to do when that happens, maybe he should play with her hair or massage her cheek?

[name] happily laid down on his lap, Amane grabbed his hoodie and placed it on top of her skirt. “Ne, [name]…” his hands reached over to caress her hair with his fingers. “Let's have lunch together.”

“Sure, I don't really have someone to share my lunch with,” Amane looked down on her laying on his lap and gave her a soft smile. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and started to pet her head, he reminded her of a cat. [name] would often keep her distance from others makes her cat-like according to him.

Though there's a part of [name] that doesn't want to open up to people, Amane was pretty much the same as her. “I got tired from work, yesterday.” he mentions with a small chuckle.

“Wait, you have a part time job?” [name] asked as her eyes piqued in interest, wanting to know what he does for work. “Where?”

Amane's cheeks grew warm, he slightly drooped his eyes and said. “I'm not telling you.”

“Why though?”

“You'd probably show up if I did.”

[name] turned her head to face his embarrassed look. She smiled playfully while wiping a dramatic tear from her eye. “You know me so well.” she faked a sniff.

“It's embarrassing...” Amane grumbled. [name] reached her hand out and placed it on to his cheek. He leans against her touch, the feeling of warmth and serenity made him smile a bit.

“But it's not. The fact that you're working is admirable.” [name] assured him with a smile unbeknownst to her that Amane's heart definitely skipped a beat on that act. “Pinch~” she cheekily grins while pinching his cheek.

“Owsh—” Amane tried to say while his cheek is being pulled by [name] and by that she releases her cheek. “That hurts...” he pouted.

“Have this for payback.” Amane returned the favor by pinching her cheek. Her cheeks were like mochi, which he likes to point it out just to tease her. “Mochiii~”

[name] deadpans. “You're treating me like some kind of mochi instead of a person.”

“Exactly.” The bell suddenly rang interrupting the two teens. Amane grabbed his bag that was on the bench. [name] punched a hole on the juice box using a straw and took a sip.

Amane leaned back against the railings, unboxing his lunch and ate. [name] didn't feel like eating, a juice box can satisfy her stomach after all. “[name]-san, don't you have lunch?”

“I forgot it at home.” she replied nonchalantly, she kept on having a stoic face until her stomach betrayed her by letting out a small growl. Amane stop eating halfway at the sound. “That’s nothing~” she denied that she was hungry.

“Here, I’ll give you some of my lunch.” Amane picked up a piece of egg roll using his chopsticks and raised it in front of [name]. “Say ahh~”

“O-Oi!” [name] flinched as she backed away from him. Amane’s brow creases in pure confusion. “Y-You don’t have to...”

“I can’t let you skip lunch, [name]-san.” The choppy haired boy smiled while putting the egg roll near her mouth, then his smile turned into a painful one. “Just take a bite, my hand is getting tired.”

[name] sighed in defeat, she was very hungry and was wrong about the juice box making her full. She tucked a hair behind her ear and ate the egg roll that Amane offered for her, his heart skipped a beat whilst she pulled away. “I guess, sharing lunch is not a bad idea...”

“Also, your lunch tastes good.” [name] scooted next to Amane to see his boxed lunch, she pointed at the ghost-shaped sausages, the bunny shaped rice balls and egg rolls. “You made that?”

Amane nodded with a slight blush on his face but the smile on his face didn't falter. “Well yeah, at the first time I made one of these they were all sloppy but practice makes perfect so I'm able to make one. If you'd like, I'll make you one or we can be matching too~!”

“Let's have matching lunches, duh.” [name] opens her mouth and ate another piece of egg roll that Amane was offering her. “But before that, I'll make us some lunch for us to share.”

“[name]-san, here have a sausage.” Amane feeds her the ghost-shaped sausages which the latter hummed contently. Amane took a bite on one of the sausages, he pulled out his phone and swallowed his food. “Hey, [name]-san,”

[name] stopped chewing her food. “Hm?”

“Wanna go home early?” Amane said with a mischievous grin, he's mostly the bad influence when it comes to reckless things like skipping classes. [name] had no idea why he has a lot of plans regarding this. “This is getting boring, don't cha think so?”

“And how do we plan to sneak out from school?” [name] asked, quirking a brow whilst waiting for an answer.

“We can jump off the roof.” Amane suggests.

“No. We'll freaking die if we did or even break our bones.” [name] shuddered. “If we did, they'll think it's just some lovers' su—”

“Nevermind that then.” Amane flailed his hands in front of her. “I guess we should wait till dismissal then...”

“Wanna play again?” [name] asked as she showed him the small box containing the cards.

Amane smiled. “Sure.”

Amane sat alone on a concrete bench, listening to the soft pitter patter of the rain surrounding him. Holding the clear umbrella from his right hand, he sighed as if he's gonna make a monologue or something.

He has friends from his class but none of them made him feel real. The only person who can make him feel like himself was no other than [name].

[name], to Amane, was everything to him. Meeting her was fate as if they were meant to meet in the first place. Back then, Amane admired some girls yet only because they're pretty. None of them were ever even close to him, he only felt shallow for them.

“Sorry for making you wait—” [name]'s voice cuts him off from his inner monologue. She held up her school bag on top of her head to prevent her from the rain. She grins blithely. “You don't have to be sitting the exact same way.”

“My uniform is a bit soaked.” [name] added with a wince. Amane licked the side of his lip and stood up to put the umbrella above her. “It was literally sunny recently.”

“Hm, I'll be taking you home.” Amane hands her the umbrella to [name], went over to his bike and puts his school bag in the basket. “Which way is your house?”

“That's like a novel way to put it but I guess that works.” [name] pointed out. “Sounds like a romance cliche, not gonna lie, lmao.”

Amane stepped on to his bike, [name] held on to his shoulders from behind. He was thankful that she didn't get to see his blushing face, because that's lowkey what every guy felt when there's a girl behind them on a bike.

Amane started pedalling. [name] closes the umbrella and sits down instead. “It stopped raining, by the way.” she declared.

[name] wrapped her arms around his torso and that's how Amane's face erupt in a huge blush. “[name]-san?!” he stammered at the sudden action.

“...Don't say a word about this.”

“I'm sorry, what?”

[name]'s face flushes, she buried her face on his back and that's where his heart started to beat faster. Out of all the girls he admired throughout the years, his feelings for [name] is different.

How so you may ask? When Amane is around [name] it's like he's sitting on a fluffy pink cotton candy or maybe standing on water that reflects a pastel pink sky with soft looking clouds with her. “You know, with you hugging me from behind isn't that kinda...” Amane turned his head towards [name] and smirked playfully. “Bold for you~?”

[name] tightens the hold in irritation. “Ack—” Amane's hold on the handle became wobbly but managed to maintain his balance. [name] elicits a small giggle in return.

“Hm, wanna skip again tomorrow?”

“If its with you, why not?”

“You're so cheesy.” [name] slightly smacked his shoulder. Amane turned ahead, a smile forming from his lips.

‘Nonetheless, I don't really mind skipping with you even if it means being with you...’

“Hold on tight, we're going downhill!” Amane gripped on the handles of his bike. [name]'s eyes widened when she saw that that they were about to go down on a slope.

“Cheers to us delinquents!” [name] cheered before they go down to the road.

Definition and terms:

hanafuda - flower cards that can be played in a variety of games such as koi koi (the type of game that [name] and amane are playing with the cards)

sakura - cherry blossom

matsu - pine tree

ume - plum blossom

-end of part 1-

thank you for reading, make sure to like and reblog if you love this post~

taglist: @closetwaffle @closetweebsmh

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[justa-starrynite]

Better Than Sex

A/N: Hey everyone! It’s Megan 😊 I hope you all had a great weekend! Mine was chilly with snow ❄️ A perfect excuse to stay in and get cozy.

Here’s a little Jax one shot for you all 💖 I hope you all enjoy! Thank you so much for reading! Your support means so much to Bea and I 🥰

Word Count: 1,133

Thank you so much @carlaangel86 for making another beautiful collage for us 😍

Fall was in the air and you couldn’t be happier. You were trying to soak in every minute of it that you could, filling up your days with all the fun activities you wanted to do with your family.

With the club Jax couldn’t do everything with you but for the activities he could participate in the two of you made a day into it.

You wanted to make as many memories with Abel and soak up as much time with him as you could before his world shifted with the welcoming of his baby sisters.

You followed behind Jax as he chased after Able through the pumpkin patch. It wasn’t long before you were way behind them. Carrying twins could be a bitch, you certainly weren’t as fast as you once were. You used to be able to keep up with the little Teller but now that was proving impossible.

“Woah, slow down little man.” You heard Jax say as he scooped Abel up into his arm, Abel giggling the whole time. “We’re leaving Momma in the dust.” Jax headed back towards you with his signature smirk on his face. “Sorry darlin.”

“Oh don’t mind me, I was just giving you two a head start before I left you in the dust.” You teased.

"Of course you were." Jax came over giving you a kiss before setting Abel into the wagon you were pulling. Taking the handle in one hand and yours in the other the three of you kept making your way through the patch.

It was only after a few moments of looking at pumpkins that you found the one. It was beautiful, the biggest, roundest one you had seen. Your eyes lit up as soon as Abel pointed it out to the two of you with a squeal.

Jax knew that look. Walking over he tapped the pumpkin asking “This one?” To make sure he had the right one for his queen and prince. You nodded smiling giddily. You couldn’t wait to have it gutted and carved up.

Back at the clubhouse you had the pumpkin sitting on the bar. You were carefully outlining the design of the Reaper along with the SOA letters behind it onto the surface. You were so focused on your work and making sure to get every detail perfectly you didn't even hear Jax come back out from putting Abel down for a nap.

"That looks amazing babe," Jax commented, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his hands on your bump.

You sighed under his touch leaving back against him. You always felt such comfort from his touch. "Yeah?" You asked looking back at him. "It should, I've only done the very same design I don’t know how many times for the Sons."

With as many times as you had tattooed the Reaper onto various members of the club you could practically do the design in your sleep by now. Still, each time you did you made sure to take your time perfecting it.

"I'm almost done. Then you get to the actual carving." That was the deal, you would outline and Jax would carve. "Did Abel give you any troubles?"

"No more so than usual."

"Gemma got him to go down didn't she?" Gemma had stopped in saying greeting you, her favorite daughter in law and granddaughters before going to see her grandson.

If there was anyone who could get the young Teller to do something it was her.

"She may have helped." Jax grinned back at you.

"That woman is magic I swear," you giggled. "I'm so thankful to not only have her help with Able but to have her help with these two. They're gonna be trouble, I can feel it." At that the two of you felt two little kicks."See, I told you, trouble just like their father."

Jax smiled rubbing your bump lovingly. "Nah I don't think so. These two are going to be daddy's little angels."

You let out a laugh shaking your head. "That's exactly what they want you to believe. They've already got you wrapped around their fingers and they aren't even here yet."

"That's not hard to do. They're just like their mother. I'd do anything for them just like I'd do absolutely anything for you." Jax murmured burying his face in your neck.

He held onto you and the two of you just enjoyed each other’s company as you worked and he watched. With the last finishing touches you sat back and smiled admiring your work.

“You’re up.” You smiled, slipping off the stool.

Jax switched places with you. You gave him a kiss on the cheek before making your way to the kitchen to roast the seeds from your big fat pumpkin.

With Abel on your hip you brought him out to show him the big reveal of your pumpkin fully carved with a candle inside. It looked amazing, Jax and you were a great team.

“That looks fucking sick.” Juice commented, checking out your work.

All the guys were back at the clubhouse hanging out after a long day of work. Opie stepped over giving you a hug as he towed over you. “It looks great (Y/N).”

“Hey, I fucking helped jackass.” Jax said from across the room.

“Maybe,” Opie shrugged, “but we all know (Y/N) did most of the work.” All the men agreed, picking on their VP.

“Oh, and these pumpkin seeds!” Tig said from his seat at the bar as he enthusiastically plopped a couple more into his mouth. “Just beautiful, amazing, I’m addicted. I’m gonna need your secret. This shit is better than sex.”

“Better than sex?” Happy arched his eyebrow looking down at Tig.

“I said what I said.” Holding up the bowl Tig offered some to Happy. “Try some for yourself.”

Grabbing a handful Happy poured the seeds into his mouth. You all watched the Tacoma Killer as he chewed the seeds up before swallowing, his facial expression never changing.

“Better than sex.” He grinned, grabbing another handful.

Soon the guys had devoured the bowl wondering if there was anymore.

“Looks like you’re going to have to get another pumpkin.” Gemma commented as she took Abel from you.

“Looks like it.” You laughed following Gemma back to the kitchen.

“I told you it’d be smart to hide some away.” She smirked, grabbing a few from your secret stash for herself before handing the container to you to grab a few.

Sitting together at the table the two of you shared stories as Abel played. You could hear the guys just outside talking and laughing. You smiled holding your bump. The family you had found with Jax in the club was crazy and wild but there was no other group of people you would rather have as your family.

Tagging: @peaches007 @trulysuccubus @buttercup812 @-im-fantastic- @mayans-sauce @mindless-x-dreaming

#jax teller imagine #jax teller x reader #sons of anarchy imagine #jax teller #sons of anarchy

[emeraldnavypotato]

don't know if you talked about this yet

I'm not watching the new season, dropped the first quickly but I still sneak into the tag sometimes to see the shitshow getting worse.

With Towa addressing Rin as Rin-san it's blatantly obvious what realistically will happen when Rin is released, which is nothing. Towa was raised by Sota while Setsuna grew up with Shiori and Kaede. Both of them have the majority of their formative years behind them. What I'm trying to say is that pedomaru and Rin are strangers to them, complete and utter strangers. I know sunrise is gonna twist this shit but no one in this situation would be like oh mom and dad I missed you so much!!!! nah

Even for Rin this shit is gonna be awkward as hell. Idk if she somehow saw whatever tf was happening (no joke I'd divorce and try to kill pedomaru) but if she didn't she will suddenly see two teenagers, two kids that are strangers to her and is expected to treat them as her kids? when she's their age?

This shit sequel will pull some shit to make them call her mom and make her accept and love them immediately but in reality this is just extremely sad and tragic because they will not get these years back, all they will have is the distant/awkward relationship a sperm/egg donor will have with their kids.

And the same thing would be true for Moroha which makes it suck way more cause Inuyasha and Kagome never got the chance to raise her even though they wanted to and then you have pedomaru who gave a rats ass about the twins when he had it in his power to love and raise his kids but he actively chose not to.

Yup! I have nothing to add here because you got it all.

#ask #anti yashahime

[boxboysandotherwhump]

Friends? and festivities!

Tags: @salamancialilypad  @whumpfigure @albino-whumpee @comfy-whumpee  @ashintheairlikesnow   @haro-whumps   @moose-teeth @vickytokio​ @yet-another-heathen @orchidscript

Chapter 1

CW: We’re off to a fairly relaxed start with only mild whumpy undertones in this one

The warm summer breeze carried a whiff of lavender from the safe zone’s border into the village and Charlotte’s blouse stuck to her skin while she strolled through dusty streets.

People laughed as they hurried past her and Kaja, carrying fresh bread, flower garlands, and pieces of fruit to the marketplace. The Bromberg twins chased after a roly-poly, screaming after the poor creature that scuttled up a rooftop to escape its fate as a chitin-shelled pony knock-off. Charlotte felt giddy just thinking about tomorrow's festival. She’d seen Mara run around the orphanage with a strawberry bigger than her head today, declaring it the undefeatable champion among the offerings.

Kaja chattered beside her, overflowing with life while they made their way out the village center. Charlotte had always found her effervescence oddly infectious and wished she had more in common with the blonde, toothy-smiled woman than blue eyes and their love for dancing. But where Kaja was all round, warm cheeks with a heart soft as her belly, Charlotte had always been rough edged, restless. 

“I wonder how big the watermelons are gonna be this year,” Kaja mused. Her pale green skirt fluttered in the breeze.  “Hey Charlotte. What do you think? Will six people fit in one this time?”

“Six toddlers maybe,” Charlotte quirked a pale eyebrow. “You know that the mutation cycle needs more than a year to double plants in size.”

Her eyes flitted over the forest, its endless expanse encircling the village’s border. In the far distance, colossal trees cast the land under them in darkness. Colored patches on maps eternally midnight-black.

“But what is our knowledge worth, if the only thing we can say for sure is that we know nothing about the woods.”

“Party pooper.” Kaja grinned, long skirt puffing as she twirled around. “We’ve got a festival to organize. There’s no time for long faces.”

“I’m merely-“

“Miss Kaja, Charlotte. Hello!”  Micha’s voice boomed from up ahead and both women turned to the bakery, smiling at the young man leaning in the doorway.

A few black curls stuck out from underneath his white cap, drawn down to hide flushed cheeks. He was covered in specks of flour, white smudges were smeared all over his apron and forearms.

Kajas face lit up as they strolled over to the red brick house, tucked between the street's curve and a grassy hill, solitary and half swallowed by ivy. Only the display window’s nook was meticulously cut free and filled with cream pies and cookies.

“Hey Micha,” Kaja beamed, “Say, have you planned something for tomorrow?”

A bright smile split his lips, eyebrows raising conspiratorially as he leaned closer. His  voice dropped into a sing-song whisper. “That’s a secret.”

Charlotte huffed a laugh. “Mind to give us a tip?”

“Nah.”  Micha flicked his cap’s brim up. “M not gonna spill. Y ’all’ll see tomorrow.”  

“Okay mister mysterious. Tomorrow then,” Kaja smiled, skirt swishing around her ankles as she turned to leave. Giving one last wave over her shoulder, Charlotte strolled after her.

Micha flushed red like his brick house, gawking after the two as they strode up the hill road. “Yeah. See ya.”

Charlotte nudged Kajas shoulder, unable to contain a snicker.  “Mister mysterious, hm?!”

The tease tinted Kajas cheeks pink. “So what?! Wait till we’re at the farm and you see snail-boy again.”

Charlotte bristled, upper lip curling back as she hurried ahead to the roadside where little stone steps parted the bushes and cut their narrow path through thick underwood; up to the snail farm.

“He is just- We are merely trading books. Sometimes!” She took two steps at a time, grumbling. “It’s not like we're close or anything.”

                                                  –

The old two story house stood proud on its little plateau, encircled by tree roots so massive they nearly reached its shingle roof. Its bricks had been laid one at a time, many summers ago, and little extensions had grown over the years, some extra rooms that stuck out from one side, the kitchen with its thatched roof. The grass surrounding it was short, completely gone in some muddy patches where it had fallen victim to the snail’s insatiable hunger. They roamed the forest floor, finding every new sapling, eating every fresh blossom, and kept the ever growing woods at bay.

Every other day Sahar would herd them onto the orphanage’s grounds, reading while the snails feasted. He would sit in a patch of shadow, nose buried in a book - just like he was now, back resting against the root beside the tiny staircase that led up to the plateau.  His short hair stuck up every which way and his dark boots were covered in grass stains. The big silvery-white scar on his right arm was barely visible in the shade.  

Charlotte watched with a smile as Sahar gently pushed a snail’s head down, away from the fruit pieces beside him, snickering as it retracted one eye.

“Really Asmodea?” He murmured. “Didn’t didn’t, didn’t I just feed you an, an hour ago?”

Kaja knocked on the low wooden gate to their front yard and Sahar flinched. He had always been jumpy, Charlotte wondered.

“Hey there. It’s us. Say, are Moira and Ansgar home?”

The book slipped from his fingers as he leaped to his feet. His voice barely carried over the short distance. “Hey, hello, hi. Yeah, yes. They’re home.  I- I’ll, I’ll go get them. Come in. The- the, the the snails don’t bite.” His nervous smile faltered. “Well, with- without having teeth and and and all-“

Sahar bit his lip, stopping himself, before he hopped over the root and vanished behind big wooden doors into the house.

                                                        –

Charlotte had never been inside the farm before, had only ever seen the grey bearded farmer and his wife down in the teahouse chatting with others or when they had to run some errands. Back before Sahar had seemingly appeared out of thin air. Since then, he’d been the one to handle their affairs, readily shooed this way and that.

Ansgar had simply dragged the boy into the teahouse one day, declaring him his new hireling without bothering to explain where he had come from or how a mere child had survived the outsides! Eight years later the question still remained, lingered over the dimly lit marketplace like teapot steam. The people had given up their questions and inquisitions, at least. Their storm of curiosity had burst against the couple’s stone set silence.  

Charlotte had barely followed the discussion about the snail riding they planned to organize at the orphanage tomorrow,  too preoccupied by Sahar entering the living room while he balanced five cups and a teapot on a tray, setting it carefully onto the table. Its wooden surface was worn smooth over countless shared meals and long evenings filled with games and chatter.

A faint eucalyptus smell tickled her nose as Sahar timidly slid a cup over to her and she couldn’t help but wonder how on earth they had gotten their hands on eucalyptus? The last delivery of it had been years ago.

Charlotte watched Sahar drag a stool over from beside the high, over-cramped bookshelf, so small he had to kneel on it to be on eye level with the rest of them, and took a first tentative sip.

Chamomile?! Had her nose played a trick on her?

“We really should get going.There’s just so much left to organize.” An apologetically smile danced on Kaja’s lips, turning mischievous. “But we’ll come back for another round of tea soon. Right, Charlotte?”

She shot Kaja an irritated look, catching Moiras knowing grin. The woman’s slim observant eyes crinkled with her crooked smile. Moira’s greying, artfully pinned locks swished softly as she turned to Sahar. “I’ll bet our little barista will gladly serve you again? Isn’t that true, Sahar?”

Sunkissed brown fingers drummed a soft rhythm against the artfully painted clay of his tea cup as he mumbled, “Yes.” 

Coughing, Ansgar stacked their cups in two neat little piles on the tray. “There’s really lots t’ do. But let’s take ya down the road a bit. It’ll do us all good gettin’ some fresh air.”

Both she and Sahar hurried to get up, grateful for the distraction. He grabbed the tray, smiling at Ansgar on his way to the kitchen.  

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