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"How they react when they thought you died" // Tokyo Revengers

Charakters: Mikey, Sanzu, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Izana, Ran, Rindou, Wakasa, Kokonoi, Hanma

Synopsis: they thought you were dead. you vanished when you were teens — stolen, lost, mourned. now, years later, you return. scarred. alive. and when they see you again? shock turns to rage, grief, kisses, confessions. they never stopped loving you.

TW: abduction / kidnapping (past), mplied abuse / trauma, scars (physical/emotional), heavy angst, grief / mourning, possessiveness, kissing / intense emotional scenes

You disappeared when they were just teenagers.

One day you were laughing with them in the streets of Tokyo, part of the chaos, part of the warmth. Maybe you were a Toman affiliate, a childhood friend, or someone they all quietly loved from afar — but then, you were gone.

There was a fight that day. A gang dispute. An ambush no one saw coming. In the chaos, someone said you got caught in the crossfire. Another said you were kidnapped. But all they found was blood, fire, and a body too burned to identify.

The police claimed it was you.

Everyone believed it.

Some of them cried. Some of them got violent. Some buried their feelings under layers of rage and crime and ambition. But none of them ever truly moved on.

Years passed.

They changed — became criminals, leaders, killers. Built empires from ash. But every one of them still carried a quiet grief for the girl who never got to grow up with them.

Until one day, you returned.

Older. Scarred. Worn down by years of captivity and silence. You escaped the people who stole your youth. And now, you were standing in front of them again — the boys who were no longer boys.

But they remembered you.

And they had never stopped loving you.

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Mikey (Sano Manjiro):

The bass of the club thumped beneath his boots like a second heartbeat — one that never quite synced with his own.

Mikey sat alone in the private lounge above the dancefloor, lights dimmed low, cigarette burning between his fingers, untouched drink on the table. Around him, laughter, bodies, noise — but none of it reached him.

He hadn’t felt truly alive in years.

Until he heard it.

A voice. Soft. Familiar. Too familiar.

“Mikey…?”

He blinked. Slowly. Like waking from a nightmare he’d accepted as reality.

Across the room stood a woman — older, bruised by life, but unmistakable.

You.

His breath caught in his throat as he rose from the couch. The world tilted. For a second, he didn’t move — didn’t dare.

You stepped closer.

“You’ve changed so much,” you said, voice trembling, eyes wide and glassy.

He said nothing.

He just moved — slowly, like in a dream — until he stood inches from you.

His hand lifted, hesitant, trembling as if afraid you’d vanish if he touched you.

Then — skin to skin.

His palm cradled your cheek.

Warm. Real. Alive.

But then his fingers brushed over a scar — one of many. His eyes flickered to them, registering every mark.

A flicker of pain, then fury.

“Who did this to you?” he whispered, voice so soft it was almost a growl.

You just shook your head, silent.

Mikey stared at you — not as the girl from his memories, but as the woman who’d survived the impossible. Who’d come back.

And then he kissed you.

Not soft.

Not careful.

Desperate. Raw. Needing.

It was the kind of kiss people gave when they’d already lost someone once and couldn’t survive losing them again.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath ragged.

“You don’t leave me again. Ever,” he whispered. “You disappear, and I’ll burn the whole world to bring you back next time. Got it?”

And for the first time in years, Mikey let himself feel something that wasn’t pain.

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Sanzu Haruchiyo:

The night was cold, but Sanzu felt nothing.

Another Bonten job. Another trail of bodies behind him. Blood on his boots, pills in his system. The usual. The city blurred past him as he walked, his mind buzzing in that half-high haze where nothing felt real anymore.

Until he saw you.

A glimpse.

A shape.

A memory — no, a hallucination, definitely — wrapped in a long coat, stepping out of a convenience store like it was just a normal night in Tokyo.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

You didn’t notice him at first. You were fumbling with a bag, eyes tired, hair longer than he remembered. But your face…

Your face.

“...Y/N?”

His voice cracked — hoarse, stunned. You looked up.

And for a moment, neither of you moved.

His heart slammed into his ribs. His vision tilted.

He didn’t walk — he ran.

Grabbed your arms, too rough, eyes wide and bloodshot, panic already climbing up his throat.

“No. No, no, you’re dead. I watched them bury you. They buried you, Y/N!”

“Sanzu—” you breathed.

“They lied,” he whispered, his grip tightening, his whole body shaking. “Or I’m dreaming. Or I finally snapped. That’s it. I'm gone.”

Your hand cupped his cheek. He flinched at the warmth.

Real.

Real.

He stepped back, stared at you — then dropped to his knees.

On the sidewalk. In public. Sanzu Haruchiyo — kneeling.

He stared at the scars on your neck, your wrists, your hollowed-out expression, and it broke him.

“Who did it?” he said, voice deathly quiet. “Tell me. I’ll make them beg.”

You shook your head, tears threatening.

But he reached up, pressed his forehead to your stomach, breathing like a man resuscitated from drowning.

“You were the only thing that kept me human,” he whispered. “Don’t you f***ing disappear on me again. I’ll kill the world if I have to.”

You pulled him into your arms, and for once — Sanzu didn’t laugh. He just held on.

Like letting go would mean losing you all over again.

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Chifuyu Matsuno:

It was raining when he saw you.

Of course it was. Tokyo loved to be poetic when it hurt the most.

Chifuyu was just locking up the pet shop for the night — something normal, something quiet — when he saw a familiar figure standing across the street. Hood up, soaked, unmoving.

He blinked. Looked again.

And everything stopped.

“...Y/N?”

You didn’t move.

He stepped into the street like a man sleepwalking, not even noticing the cars honking, the rain soaking through his hoodie. He stopped in front of you, eyes wide, mouth open, chest heaving.

“No way. No way. You’re—this isn’t—” “Chifuyu,” you whispered. “It’s me.”

That was all it took.

He grabbed your face in both hands, rain dripping from his chin, and kissed you — hard, desperate, full of every year he’d mourned you, every night he dreamed you were still alive.

“You’re here,” he whispered between kisses. “You’re really f***ing here.” “I thought I was going insane without you.”

You clutched his coat, kissed him back with just as much need, as if you’d both been suffocating for years.

He kissed you again.

And again.

On your lips. Your cheeks. Your forehead. Every part of you his hands could touch — like he was mapping you all over again.

“You were my first love,” he whispered against your lips, breathless. “Still are. Always will be.”

You cried, and so did he — quiet, shaking, soaked in rain and the weight of all those lost years.

And then he pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your shoulder, whispering:

“Please stay this time. I can’t lose you again. I won’t survive it.”

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Mitsuya Takashi:

Mitsuya never cried.

Not when he lost friends. Not when Toman fell. Not when the world hardened around him and he had to become the calm center of everyone else's storm.

But when you walked into his workshop, the place he thought no one remembered but him… He froze.

You looked the same, but different. Like a dream aged in real time. Worn down, scarred, real.

“...Y/N?” Your name left his mouth like a prayer — soft, stunned, cracking at the edges.

You smiled, small and shy. “You still keep this place?”

“I never had the heart to change it.” His voice was hoarse. “It’s the only place you ever told me you felt safe.”

He stepped toward you. Hands shaking. Eyes filling, but he blinked the tears away like he always did.

Until you reached up and touched his face.

That was it.

The dam broke.

“You’re really here?” he whispered. “God, I thought I lost you. I thought I was too late.”

Then he leaned in and kissed you — soft at first, scared you’d vanish if he rushed it.

But you didn’t vanish.

You kissed him back, and his hands found your waist, your face, your hair. He kissed your temple, your nose, your jaw — every part of you he hadn’t dared dream of for years.

“I designed a hundred dresses trying to distract myself from losing you,” he said into your neck, voice shaking. “None of them worked. None of them felt right. Because you weren’t there to see them.”

You cupped his cheeks, thumbs brushing the tears he finally let fall.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “Scars and all. You always were.”

Then he kissed you again, slower this time. Softer. The kind of kiss that says:

“You’re home.”

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Izana Kurokawa:

Izana stood alone in a narrow alley, the city noise muffled by high walls, rain slicking the pavement beneath his boots. The dim orange glow of a distant streetlamp flickered overhead.

His mind was a storm of plans and grudges, but his heart—if he dared admit it—was heavy with a ghost he thought buried.

Then.

From the shadows, a figure stepped forward.

“…”

He froze.

His breath caught.

You.

Scarred. Silent. Older. Alive.

Izana’s cold eyes narrowed as he took a step closer, voice low and sharp.

“You’re late.”

You didn’t reply.

His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with tense force.

“Why disappear? Why let us think you were dead?”

You looked away, shaking your head.

His eyes flickered to the scars.

Slowly, almost reverently, he brushed his thumb over them.

“Still here,” he said quietly.

Suddenly, his cold facade shattered.

He closed the distance, lips crashing onto yours with a desperate urgency that shattered the silence.

You kissed him back, tentative at first, then fiery, burning away years of pain and distance.

When he pulled away, Izana’s forehead rested against yours.

“Don’t leave me again.”

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Ran Haitani:

The city buzzed far below, but up here — on the rooftop — the world felt quiet.

Ran leaned against the railing, the wind playing with strands of his violet hair, his expression unreadable. He liked being alone at night. No one to lie to. No one to see the cracks.

Until your voice broke the stillness.

“You always liked rooftops.”

His head snapped toward the sound.

He stared. Blinked once. Twice.

“...Y/N?”

You stood there in the dark, haloed by the soft glow of city lights, eyes wide, waiting.

For a second, Ran didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Just stared, like you were a mirage conjured by his tired brain and all the years of guilt he never talked about.

Then he took a step toward you.

Another.

Slow, disbelieving.

“You’re alive?” “How…? No, no, this has to be—” He ran a hand through his hair, his voice shaking in a way you’d never heard before. “I saw your funeral. I f***ing stood there.”

You didn’t answer — just stepped close enough for him to see the scars. The years that had passed. The truth.

He reached out, touched your face like it might disappear if he blinked too hard.

“I thought I’d go crazy without you,” he said quietly. “But I just got good at pretending.”

Then his voice broke completely.

“I loved you.” “Since we were kids. Since you used to steal my headphones and laugh like the world couldn’t touch us.” “And when you were gone, it did.”

You stepped forward, your hand finding his.

“Ran…”

And he kissed you — not like a player, not like a man with a smooth line, but like someone who’s been dying for years and just found a reason to breathe again.

He kissed you once — gentle, shaky.

Then again — deeper, firmer, full of everything he never said.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours.

“Don’t disappear again.” “Next time, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

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Rindou Haitani:

The lock clicked.

The door opened.

Rindou stepped into his apartment, shoulders heavy, hoodie damp from the rain outside. Another night, another job, another silent ride home with blood on his hands and nothing waiting for him but the quiet hum of the fridge and the weight of missing you.

Until he saw the shoes by the door.

Small. Familiar.

He froze.

His breath caught in his throat as he rounded the corner to the living room — and there you were, sitting on the edge of his couch, hands folded, head down.

You looked up.

And his entire world tilted.

“...Y/N?”

You stood slowly, lips trembling. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just stared.

“I thought you were dead.”

His voice cracked — quiet and low, barely holding back a flood.

You took a step toward him.

He didn’t stop you.

And when your hand touched his chest, right over his heart, his mask finally shattered.

“I hated the world after you left,” he whispered. “I hated myself for not protecting you.”

You cupped his face gently, fingers brushing his jaw — and that was all it took.

He grabbed your waist and kissed you — sudden, rough at first, like he couldn’t believe this was real. Then softer. Slower. Like he wanted to memorize how you felt before the world took you again.

When he pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours.

“You’re the only thing that ever felt right in this life,” he murmured. “Stay.”

You nodded, eyes wet, and Rindou kissed you again — deeper this time, anchoring himself to you like you were the last thing keeping him sane.

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Wakasa Imaushi:

Wakasa sat in the back of the shop, shoulders relaxed, chopsticks in hand, half-finished bowl of ramen in front of him.

Same booth. Same spot. Same late hour.

It had become a ritual — maybe out of comfort, maybe out of memory. Maybe out of grief he never voiced.

He looked up lazily as the door jingled.

Paused.

His entire body stilled.

You.

Drenched in rain. Tired. Scarred. Real.

“Yo,” you said softly. “You still eat here?”

Wakasa didn’t speak. Didn’t blink.

He just stared, silent. His hand slowly lowered the chopsticks to the table.

You took a few steps toward him. “I thought… I thought you should be the first person I saw.”

“You’re alive.”

His voice was quiet — low, raspy, like it had been scraped raw.

You gave a weak smile. “Surprised?”

He stood.

Walked over, one step at a time.

Then, gently — almost too careful — he reached out and tucked your damp hair behind your ear, fingers brushing a scar.

“They hurt you.”

You nodded, eyes glistening.

Wakasa exhaled slowly.

Then he leaned down and kissed you — slow, aching, reverent. The kind of kiss that says I missed you every day but never let myself admit it.

He pulled back just enough to whisper:

“I waited here. Same spot. Every month. Just in case.”

You swallowed hard, touched his chest.

He kissed you again.

And again.

Not desperate — but certain. Solid. Like a man claiming the thing he thought he’d lost forever.

“You’re staying this time,” he said simply, as if it were fact.

And for the first time in years, you believed him.

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Kokonoi Hajime:

The city glowed beneath him — thousands of lights, none of them enough.

Kokonoi stood at the window, sleeves rolled, sipping expensive whiskey. The silence was thick, like even the walls knew not to speak your name.

Then:

A knock.

Soft. Hesitant.

He frowned, turned, and the glass slipped from his fingers — shattering on the floor.

You stood in the doorway. Older. Scarred. But unmistakably you.

Kokonoi didn’t speak.

Didn’t move.

Just stared, chest rising fast, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Koko…”

His breath hitched. “No. This—this is cruel.”

You took a few steps forward, tears welling. “I made it out. It took me years, but I—”

“I looked for you,” he cut in, voice cracking. “For years. Burned money, contacts, anything I had. I thought you were gone. And now you’re just—”

He walked toward you, slowly, like you might vanish if he moved too fast.

Then his hands were on your face, trembling.

“These scars…” His thumb brushed your cheek. “They did this to you?”

You nodded, silent.

And then he kissed you.

Once.

Then again, deeper — needy, messy, like the years without you were clawing their way out of his soul all at once.

When he finally pulled back, his voice was raw.

“I could buy the world ten times over,” he whispered, forehead resting against yours, “but not you. Never you.”

You kissed him softly, grounding him.

He exhaled — shakily.

“Stay. I don’t care where you’ve been. Just… don’t leave again.”

And this time, with his arms around you and Tokyo glowing below, he finally felt rich again.

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Hanma Shuji:

The underground fight club was loud, chaotic — sweat, blood, and adrenaline thick in the air. Hanma leaned against the wall, his sharp eyes scanning the fighters in the ring, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. The crowd roared, but his attention was pulled elsewhere.

A movement in the shadows.

A shape he never thought he’d see again.

You.

Scarred. Silent. Hardened, like the years had carved into you, but unmistakably you.

His smirk vanished. For the first time in a long while, his expression flickered — disbelief, confusion, and something dangerously close to hope.

Hanma shoved through the crowd with a speed that surprised even him, his voice rough as he called out:

“Well, well… Look who crawled back out of the shadows.”

You froze. Heart pounding. Could this be real? Could he really be here?

“You changed,” you said quietly, trying to mask your fear.

He laughed, dark and low, eyes glinting with a wild fire.

“Yeah? So have you.”

He reached out suddenly, fingers digging into your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“You think you can just disappear on me and come back like nothing happened?”

Your eyes flicked to the scars — cruel souvenirs left by whoever held you captive.

Hanma’s wild grin faltered. His fingers brushed over the marks, softer than you expected.

“They did this to you?”

You nodded, voice barely a whisper.

“Good,” he muttered, teeth grinding. “No one’s gonna get away with touching you like that.”

Before you could react, he pulled you close, slamming you against the wall. His lips crashed onto yours — fierce, desperate, possessive.

You melted into the kiss, the years of silence and pain pouring out with every breath.

When he finally pulled back, his dark eyes bore into yours, wild and vulnerable all at once.

“Don’t ever pull a stunt like that again. You’re mine. And I don’t share.”

He rested his forehead against yours, voice low and deadly serious.

“If you vanish again, I swear I’ll find you. No matter what it takes.”

You reached up, tracing the scars with trembling fingers.

Hanma’s lips curved into a softer, almost tender smile — the one he only ever reserved for you.

“You’re the only one I want by my side when this chaos burns down.”

And in the chaos of the fight club, with the world crashing around you both, Hanma held you like a promise — fierce, unbreakable, and raw.

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Mikey Boyfriend Headcannons ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

♡Boyfriend Mikey who only will show up to school when you two have classes together.

♡Boyfriend Mikey who fell first and fell much harder.

♡Boyfriend Mikey who gets jealous whenever someone else wants to hang out with you while HE made plans to hang out with you.

♡Boyfriend Mikey who's ideal date is a sleepover but he just clings to you while he sleeps the whole time.

♡Boyfriend Mikey who will come to your house in the middle of the night, break in and make you go on bike rides with him.

♡Boyfriend Mikey who will gladly run out of phone credit by spam texting you all day.

♡Boyfriend Mikey who has his lockscreen as a low quality and honestly unflattering photo of you that he took on his flip phone, and tresures it (he swears its not unflattering).

♡Boyfriend Mikey who always brings you to toman meetings so you're always by his side.

♡Boyfriend Mikey who tresures the cd playlists you make for him, (those will be lifelong favorite songs of his)

Acidic's note: I hope you enjoyed this, This is my first post so its obviously not the best but i will try to improve my writing! :3

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Oh to enjoy Beach Day with the Hamato gang 🌊🌊🌊 and you and Mikey hang out all day while the others are down by the water but the two of you go souvenir hunting and he tells 'white lies' when he thinks you're out of ear-shot for the couples discount on your drinks and then he compliments you on your basic, boring, black swimsuit but later he lays awake all night unable to think of anything else but how gorgeous you looked in it - and when you pose for him!!! He's drooling hiding behind his sketch pad, praying you don't notice how hes barely holding it together, snapping his fingers at Leo and Raph to tell them to shut up while he's working so you have no idea what they keep chuckling at 🫠😎

Beach/Pool Headcanon Mini-scenario

A/N: Another one of the wip drafts. idk I want to go out but the heat wave is like nah TT A TT

Warnings: some mention of suggestive scenes (more towards light teasing fluff so get your head out of the gutter >:[)

Donnie

He'll be in slight denial that he doesn't need your help with his unfortunate fear towards beach balls but...

- He will at least cling on to you once or twice during the trip. (especially when some group of kids accidentally toss the ball near him)

Has a separate battle shell mainly as an extra beverage storage space. (he did lie about having extra ice during that one man vs sewer episode from one of his other battle shells so... He probably made this one as another bored invention idea until some heat waves finally gave a good purpose for it)

- He'll still ask for something in return so just be aware of that, if you really want a cool drink from him. Just be glad he's somewhat nicer to you and April because, there were a few times where the power slowly got to his head during a heat wave where the air conditioner was broken for a few weeks...

He will definitely bug you about putting on sunscreen. (whether or not, you already had some before the road trip started)

- But the moment he sees you struggling to put some on your back, he'll silently help you despite his discomfort with the lotion's greasy texture. And his curiosity gets the best of him, briefly catching sight of your bare chest once you put your shirt back on. As he uses a towel to get rid of the leftover sunscreen on his hands.

"I don't mind you looking respectfully~"

"Please do not suggest such thoughts to my mind. Since you forgot to apply said sunscreen before meeting up at the rendezvous point..."

Sometimes observes marine life by the beach. Following the usual guidelines at a safe distance but...

- Very much glares at seagulls. One of them will always steal some french fry or other piece of food from him. You pretty much have to hold him back before he starts causing a scene at these feathery fiends.

Definitely takes naps on one of his float rings or inflatable pool float rafts.

- His brothers will always try to stack something on his shell before he wakes up from the giggling or the weight annoying him in his sleep.

He doesn't mind either the pool or beach and will probably list the pro vs cons towards those two.

- However, if he has to be the one to balance out a potential tiebreaker. He slightly leans in favor of pools. Easier to sneak into at night and replace the security footage with his edited video of no one in sight during the time frame you guys were there.

Leo

One of the few times, he'll help Donnie with planning ahead for the beach and/or pool trip, because he's excited to go there.

- A little more towards the beach than the pool. There's more sights to see near the beach and while he likes the lazy approach of the pool. The beach just fits that part of the aquatic turtle in him.

If everyone ends up lounging around the pool, he'll easily get bored of it.

- He'll likely bother you first so his brothers can enjoy the chill vibe. Before Raph gets the uneasy feeling, you somehow got wrapped up in some part of the red slider turtle's scheme for a playful prank.

Slightly decent at beach volleyball but, still not the greatest at surfing.

- Sometimes includes mystic powers into beach volleyball but, only when the coast is clear. (Often being around the late hours which is very rare.) Doesn't practice surfing as much he wants to and will often have some seaweed on his head after crashing from a bad wave. A few bumps and bruises on his knees when he's not that careful. And sort of gives up after a few hours before focusing his attention on something else.

Likes to pretend he's your personal tour guide. Knowing the ideal places for the best time, well spent for these summer getaways.

- He tries to keep note of the upcoming events so he can surprise you with something different to end the night with. Granted he might slip up on some details since he's a bit busy with the leader duty so... Its one of the rare instances he's nervous around you.

Sometimes a little thief when it comes to your food. Sneaking a bite from a sandwich you've been craving for in a long while or swapping a bag of chips he's almost done with yours that you just opened.

- Used to take a few sips from your drink. Until Donnie had a smirk explaining...

"A big shame that's your first kiss with (Y/N)."

"You could have easily gone with the classic kiss on the lips but..."

"Nardo decided to settle with an indirect kiss-"

The red slider turtle sat in the turtle taxi with a 30 minute timeout. No regrets or shame yeeting a beach ball via a surprise portal behind his softshell turtle brother.

Has a really bad habit staring at you whenever you're in awe at some event taking place during sunset or the night sky being generous enough to send a cool gentle breeze in your direction.

- You literally take his breath away sometimes that it can almost feel suffocating, when its just the two of you together. In full denial while having a blushing face saying nothing's wrong. Really hoping you don't notice how much these moments really mean to him.

Raph

Tries to end the evening with a beach bonfire with just the two of you. Often with him starting a friendly competition of who could gather the most driftwood. So he doesn't accidentally stumble on his words in an attempt to ask you out on an actual date.

- Sadly, the moment doesn't last that long with his family surprising you guys with s'mores and other treats before Raph lets you win.

However, Leo sometimes helps out through a subtle manner so he's a bit of a wingman to Raph. So Raph's slightly getting better at this plan.

Sometimes leans into you because of your body heat and the hot weather making him a bit sleepy.

- Regardless how you feel about your skin, he still thinks its really soft.

He almost wanted to throw Leo or Donnie into ocean because... According to Mikey, one of them got a photo of Raph's face almost a little too close to resting beside your thighs. You still reassured him not to worry about it. Especially getting back at those two with a little prank you have been wanting to try on them.

Whether you're short or tall, Raph wants to make sure you get the best seat in the house. So you're sometimes sitting on his shoulder to get a better view.

- He still asks if some of the spiky scales are hurting you but, you usually use your hoodie/jacket or spare towel as extra protection to avoid hurting his feelings.

Very much sneaks up on his brothers while pretending to be shark whenever he's swimming (both pool or beach)

- Almost got in trouble when Mikey's scream broke one of the glass windows at an indoor pool place. So he only wears the fake fin on his shell unless they're sneaking to a pool at night.

Really likes the crunch sound from biting into crabs and/or lobster shells.

- While his wallet will take a hit, the alligator snapping turtle is just very happy to enjoy the once a year surf and turf restaurant experience.

And very much unaware of his brothers and Splinter's expressions, with a tiny bit of worry how strong the red one's bite really is.

More likely to pick the beach and might be slightly indifferent to pools.

- He can sort of tolerate the overcrowded energy from the beach but, the pool might be more unbearable if the place can't make room for him. Similar to Donnie's choice in favor of the pool, its better at night especially when surveillance cameras are temporary on hold by the purple turtle's tech.

Mikey

Given how he's the shortest of his siblings, he prefers to stick by the shallow waters of the pool.

- And a few horror themed movie nights along with some documentary videos of his turtle counterpart not being the best at swimming, kind of made him afraid towards the idea of swim training at night.

Likes to wander around seaside themed shops for potential souvenirs.

- He tries to limit himself to just one. Or at least something that captures the vibes of the trip. And when he can't, he's more content to put that idea for the next art project.

Instantly picks the beach over the pool. He still doesn't mind either of the two options but, he can probably name more fun ideas close to the beach.

- Especially more excited by new or returning events near the boardwalk.

Even if you're wearing the most tackiest or boring swimsuit, Mikey will still give a heartfelt compliment to your beach/pool outfit.

- Although he'll really blush more if you go all out with all sorts of vibrant orange colors.

Always likes to get you snacks or a few drinks by the boardwalk.

- He might have said a few white lies to get a discount for couple's only ones but, all that matters to him is that you're having a good time!

Since you gave the okay that he can draw you sometimes, the beach setting is where he truly shines in his artistic vision.

- But, there's been times where he's hesitant to show his sketchbook to you. Often blushing at you when the sunset gives the perfect angle showcasing your beauty. Or his brothers giving him embarrassing feedback mostly at his work in progress sketch, not at you.

[itoshiierae]

tokyo rev boys as cliché relationship tropes 𝜗𝜚

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

ᡣ𐭩 ft: manjiro sano (mikey), ken ryuguji (draken), sanzu haruchiyo, chifuyu matsuno, baji keisuke

ᡣ𐭩 notes: did this for the bllk boys so i obviously had to do it for the TR boys too 🤪💕 ahhh mikey makes me soft in ways that feel illegal. draken makes me want to cook for him and feel safe in his arms. chifuyu is literally already your boyfriend, just kiss him already. sanzu is an unhinged menace and i am fully in love. and baji???? ohhh he would fight your ex and hold your hand at 3am while pretending he’s not blushing 😩

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✧ MANJIRO SANO ✧ — “THE GOLDEN BOY WHO ACCIDENTALLY FALLS FOR YOU”

he’s the one everyone expects to be untouchable — he’s the golden boy, after all. but then there’s you, and something in him softens. he doesn’t confess. he just starts showing up. he’ll wait for you outside school on his CB250T, saves the extra dorayaki just for you, sits beside you during sunsets in quiet, comfortable silence. everyone’s shocked — “mikey? with someone???” he falls first, wayyyy harder than he admits. he’ll not say “i love you” (at least not yet) but he’ll mutter “don’t leave me” like it’s second nature.

✧ KEN RYUGUJI ✧ — “THE GRUMPY PROTECTOR WHO’S SOFT ONLY FOR YOU”

he’s tall, scary & unbothered — well that’s what everyone thinks… until he’s patching up your scraped knee and asks “you okay?”. acts like he doesn’t care but he’s literally the first to notice when you’re not feeling well. he’s the type to lift you with one arm and then goes “tch. don’t get used to it.” absolutely ruins anyone who tries to hurt you emotionally or physically & will probably never say “i love you” directly, but will say “you’re mine,” like it’s a fact carved into stone.

✧ SANZU HARUCHIYO ✧ — “THE UNHINGED LOVERBOY WHO WOULD BURN THE WORLD FOR YOU”

oh you already know that he’s wayyyy more unhinged than the rest. everyone tells you to stay away from him. he’s dangerous, violent & unpredictable. and he is — to everyone except you. when you’re around, he’s still chaotic but there’s a slight restraint. gets jealous at the thought of you smiling at someone else. “you’re the only thing keeping me from going completely off the rails.” he’s 100% the type who would say “i love you” in the middle of a murder confession. “i did it for you, baby. always for you.”

✧ CHIFUYU MATSUNO ✧ — “THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER BESTFRIEND TURNED LOVER”

your best friend who’s been in love with you for YEARS. he knows your coffee order, remembers all your little quirks, and glares at anyone who flirts with you. he’ll deny he’s jealous with a quick, “i just don’t like his vibe.” he ends up confessing by accident while half-asleep whispering, “i wish you were mine.” he’s loyal to a fault & literally your ride or die. and when you finally get together??? he’s the most thoughtful boyfriend ever. he brings your favorite snacks, leaves handwritten notes on your locker, reminds you to eat, to rest, to take care of yourself — because he always has. even before you knew he was yours.

✧ BAJI KEISUKE ✧ — “THE GUARD DOG WHO BITES EVERYONE BUT YOU”

the untamed boy who learns gentleness through you. he turns into a blushing menace whenever you compliment him. “i’m not soft. now don’t look at me like that!” (he is.) but if someone even thinks about hurting you? he would burn down the city without a second thought. he secretly keeps band-aids in his pocket just for you. says it’s ‘for emergencies’ but you’ve never seen him use them on anyone else. acts like he’s not into romance, but the moment you cry??? he’s holding you tighter than anyone else ever could.

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[kanyerealdaughter]

— ★ TR MEN GOING TO THE MOTHERLAND

characters - taiju , hakkai , mitsuya , chifuyu , draken , mikey , baji , kazutora , shinichiro , wakasa. | pt II here! | all around the world event! |

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TAIJU SHIBA - touches down in africa like he’s leading a missionary crusade. sunglasses on, arms crossed, and declaring every tree and animal as “ God’s craftsmanship.”

safari reaction - silent as the jeep moves. everyone else is taking pictures, but taiju’s just… watching.

food experience - taiju eats with the same quiet intensity he does everything else. grilled meat, spicy stew, flatbread, nothing wasted. the heat doesn’t phase him. or he says. honestly he’s impressed.

cultural experience - he watches a street soccer match in a dusty clearing. one of the kids falls hard but gets back up, limping no tears, no complaints.

that hits him. he walks over, crouches beside the boy, and mutters,

“ pain’s part of strength. keep moving.” the boy nods like he’s been handed a law of nature.

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HAKKAI SHIBA - is overwhelmed, wide-eyed, and panicking. but he really tries.

safari reaction - “ is that an elephant or a mammoth?! WAIT, ARE THOSE HORNS?!”

food experience - cries politely when the food’s too spicy. “ it’s good! i’m fine! just… just need milk.” *taiju tells him to man up*

cultural experience - accidentally gets roped into a traditional dance and ends up being the star. he bows twenty times saying sorry.

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TAKASHI MITSUYA - takes everything in quietly, the skies, the textures, the colors of the land. he’s not here for thrills. be’s here for inspiration.

safari reaction - calmly sketches animals in a notebook instead of taking pictures. “ the patterns on that zebra are insane… nature’s got better design sense than me..”

food experience - gracious and curious. tries everything with a quiet “ thank you.” offers to help clean up. asks about recipes.

“ this spice blend? i could use this in a stew back home.”

cultural experience - joins a local sewing group, exchanging stitching tips without needing to speak the same language. leaves with handwoven fabric he plans to turn into a jacket. “ it’s not just a souvenir. it’s a story.”

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CHIFUYU MATSUNO - shows up with a camera around his neck, a wide smile, and way too much bug spray in his bag. he’s done his research, but he’s still totally unprepared and completely okay with that.

safari reaction - “ woahh it’s a real lion.” almost falls out of the jeep trying to get a good photo. the guide has to yank him back by the hoodie.

“ sorry, sorry! i got too excited—LOOK, IT YAWNED!!” he’s that guy who narrates animal facts badly and passionately.

“ that one’s a cheetah. i think… maybe? it’s fast, right?”

food experience - eager to try everything, even if he doesn’t know what it is.“ it smells amazing. I’ll eat it whatever it is.” accidentally eats something extremely spicy, immediately his face goes red baji laughs at him.

“ i’m fine!! ilove pain!!” sniffs aggressively while chugging milk

cultural experience - gets into a game of street football with local kids and takes it way too seriously. trips over a rock, eats dirt, stands up like a war hero. “ i’m okay! i got the assist though, right?!”

volunteers to help carry water buckets with some teens and ends up dropping one, then insisting on doing it again. “ if i mess up once, i gotta do it right the second time. that’s the rule.”

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KEN ‘DRAKEN’ RYUGUJI - is here to keep people alive. he’s the only one doing headcounts and yelling at them to stop trying to ride zebras.

safari reaction - “ this is actually peaceful.” sits with his arms folded, enjoying the wind.

food experience - big fan of grilled chicken and sweet drinks. “ way better than convenience store food.”

cultural experience - helps repair a goalpost before a match. becomes an honorary big bro to half the kids there.

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MANJIRO ‘MIKEY’ SANO - says almost nothing. no complaints, no wide-eyed reactions, just quiet observation. the land’s openness, the roughness of the roads, the wild beauty it makes sense to him. a world where strength means survival.

he feels… safe.

safari reaction - sits cross-legged, barefoot in the jeep. stares out into the grasslands.

whispers, “ i like it here.” no one hears him. maybe that’s the point.

food experience - eats slowly, silently, like he’s trying to figure the food out on a deeper level.

doesn’t flinch at spice. just chews. nods. “ tastes honest.”

cultural experience - kids surround him and ask if he wants to play. he says nothing then joins in, with no shoes. a small, perfect smile appears when he scores a goal. just once.*bro is healing*

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KEISUKE BAJI - energy is pure, loud, and slightly unhinged. he’s having the time of his life and probably scaring the wildlife.

safari reaction - screams “ IT’S A LION!!” and nearly jumps out of the truck to bark at it.

food experience - cooks meat over the fire, until it’s all burnt he eats it anyway. “ charred meat builds character!”

cultural experience - plays rough street football with barefoot kids and gets tackled by a 9-year-old. “ he’s got spunk.!”

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KAZUTORA HANEMIYA - didn’t think he’d like it here. but the further they go the less noise, the fewer buildings the more free he feels. no past, no pain. just sky and wind.

safari reaction - stares at the horizon like it’s pulling him somewhere. the all different animals caught his attention.

food experience - tries everything without hesitation. actually kind of loves it although he can’t handle the spicyness.

cultural experience - sanders into a drum circle one night. just listens. then, quietly, starts dancing. and for the first time in a long while, he’s not looking backward. he feels free.. too free.

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SHINICHIRO SANO - isn’t flashy when he arrives simple clothes, quiet steps, and that ever-warm smile. he’s not trying to stand out. he’s just trying to connect.

safari reaction - nervous but curious. “ wait , are we safe in this jeep?…okay, cool.” gets genuinely emotional seeing elephants.

“ they’re…beautiful. like, really beautiful.”

food experience - tries to help cook immediately messes something up.

“ i swear i followed the instructions…” ends up helping serve and wash dishes instead, joking and laughing with the locals like he’s known them for years.

cultural experience - plays handmade drums with a group of teens and completely loses track of time. notices a kid with a beat-up bike and fixes it without being asked.

“ doesn’t matter where you are kindness always speaks the same language.”

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WAKASA IMAUSHI - moves like he’s already part of the land, quiet steps, half-lidded eyes, a dango skewer in his mouth as usual. while the others talk or complain about the heat. he doesn’t speak much, but the locals feel him. he’s got that rare presence, the kind that doesn’t need volume to leave an impact.

safari reaction - sits back, one leg crossed, arms resting on the sides of the jeep. not scared, not overly amazed just watching everything like it’s a quiet movie. when a lion passes close to the group, he locks eyes with it. doesn’t flinch.

food experience - takes a bite without asking what it is. chews slow. nods once.

“ hm spicy… ilike it.” grabs another skewer, no hesitation.

cultural experience - a few locals notice his dyed hair and ask if they can braid his hair. he raises an eyebrow, but sits down.

“ alright. show me how it’s done.” he shrugs. they raid his hair in thin, tight rows clean and sharp. a little girl walks up and touches one of the beads. wakasa smiles, soft and small.

“ you like it? me too.”

𖣂 KANYEREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - wakasa is definitely a girl dad.

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[c-monthecob]

When the writer starts to give their oc too much screentime

[henb1tl0v3sturtl3s]

Happy chicken sounds 😋 I definitely didn't give my leggie a happy-punch or two reading this 😅

Hi! I saw your requests were (tentatively) open and wanted to (tentatively) put something in. I was wondering if you could do any/all (seperately) Of the rise boys with an S/O who happy-stims by like- punching themself, if that makes sense. Like they get really excited at something and start punching their leg as a way to get the excitement out lol

Sorry if this makes so sense, I've never requested before and English isn't my first language on top of that, I'm running off caffeine and autocorrect :') and if you dont wanna do this that's fine! I just wanted to put it out there lol <3

Rise!Turtles x Reader who hits themself while stimming

A/N: no you’re all good!! It made sense! To be honest, I also have stims like that LMAO in any case, this was fun to write! Thank you for the (tentative) request! Also a small note, in these headcanons, all the turtles here know what stimming is!

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Raphala:

- I imagine he progressively grows more concerned

- He doesn’t even see you do it the first time he hears about it, you’re simply wearing shorts or something and he notices the bruise(s) on your thigh.

- “What the hell did that? You okay?”

- He tries not to be overbearing. he knows his brothers don’t take kindly to how he tends to mother people

- But when you describe it to him, he’s quietly mortified.

- “Hit yourself?” The blood drains from his face.

- You assure him it’s nothing, you do it all the time!

- And he.. pretends to believe you? But he makes that face— where his brows scrunch and his sideway smile shows most of his snaggletooth, as if he can’t quite force it. You know he very much doesn’t.

- To be honest I can imagine him having some sort of idea why you do it, I could see him doing something very similar when he’s laughing a lot

- “Knee-slapper” yk

- But it’s never bruised him, and the more he watches you, the more often he notices you do it. More often than he does.

- He’s not the type to bring it up, he’s the type to coincidentally hold your hands or your arm whenever you get excited or stressed about something. Or placing a pillow on your lap— or even laying his head on your legs, propped up by his arms.

- Part of him is hoping you’ll take to playfully hitting HIM rather than yourself. He can take it! He’s made for war!

- He knows how hard it is to NOT stim, so he’s totally fine with you doing something to replace it or even getting the energy out by struggling in his hold

- but he HATES seeing bruises on you, or seeing you wince when you get up.

- And he’ll stand by his opinion if you ask.

Miketastic!

- unlike Raph, Mikey IMMEDIATELY tells you his quarrel with it.

- The first time he sees it, it’s once while praising a drawing of his or a meal he made you, and he gives you ONE trial of grace— maybe it was an accident!

- The second time you do it, he’s on you like salt on tomatoes. Asking, maybe even prodding— needing to understand. If you’re the type to brush it off, he won’t let up until you answer.

- He makes sure not to judge, mentally taking notes and asking questions

- But honestly, he doesn’t approve of it.

- He doesn’t care if you’re strong! It’s a bad way to dispense energy! He knows the build-up of light damage could possibly impact your legs in the future.

- And so, he sets to making sure you break the habit.

- He doesn’t want you to stop being excited, far from it! In fact he sits you down right then and there and talks about other things you could do with your energy.

- If he’s there, pick him up and spin him around! Or try to! Hug him as hard as you can, he loves feeling how excited/happy you are. If it’s an anxious thing, he’s your stress toy! he likes knowing he could help give you an outlet when you’re feeling stressed.

- He’s happy to let you hit a table at first as long as it’s not your leg, or he’s happy to grab your hands and pull on each other until you get the excitement out!

- Other than that, he also makes sure you’re eating well. He can’t be around all the time, so if you hit yourself in excitement while he’s gone, he’ll make sure you’re not bruising easily.

- He’s happy to make fantastic meals for you!

Leoser

- The first time he sees it, it’s when he’s joking and maybe even playfully flirting with you. His eyes widen when he sees how aggressively you’re hitting your leg.

- It shocks him at first, he didn’t think he was THAT funny

- He makes a single comment, but otherwise reserves his thinking to himself.

- “Woah, I know the joke was good, but it’s no reason to practice boxing over there!”

- He laughs and brushes it off, but it’s on his radar now.

- He won’t do anything if it’s not common, and especially if it doesn’t seem to be actually bothering you.

- In fact, he finds it rather cute that you can’t help yourself, he adores seeing you get excited.

- If he happens to get worried, he’s one to sweep you off your feet, interrupting the motion. He’s happy to avert the habit!

- He NEVER breaks the mood, though, not his style. He wants to keep the fun going! He’s wordless in how he changes the stim.

- “Let’s dance!”

- Your favorite band is playing, and he can tell you’re excited with the energy in your bones, why not get out those jitters?

- He may even lightly hit your shoulder to encourage you hitting him as well, he finds it adorable and he can hardly feel it.

- It’s fun when you’re just playing around, right? Cmon, hit him back, you know you want to…!

Dee

- He’s a pretty bombastic partner, he tries to make you amazed in any way he can, despite also trying to keep a cool, low-key demeanor.

- He didn’t think he’d be so successful!

- Donnie watches you hit your leg, wincing to himself as he feels the vibration of the impact from all the way where he’s standing

- He doesn’t want you to stop getting excited around him, ESPECIALLY because of him

- Don gets to thinking of how he can help. He’s the invention guy, surely he could think of something that would help with the stim

- His first thought is armor you can wear on your legs, or maybe padding you can hit to your hearts content, but he doesn’t think it would be too comfortable

- He decides (because he’s so generous) that he’ll make you hand-manufactured (by him) personalized stim devices!

- He specifically makes ones that are FOR redirecting pain stims.

- Like one of those rollers with spikes on them you can rub between your hands, which are harmless and can’t break skin

- He sprinkles these ‘gifts’ throughout your time together, as if it was simply something he was trying out, not for you, obviously.

- You’ll tell him how good the prototypes are, yeah? Give him your honest review! No take backs!

- Overall, though, he’s just happy you’re comfortable enough to stim around him.

- That’s all that matters.

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A/N: I DID take a more serious route with this I think??? I hope that’s ok! I don’t mean to shame anyone who has stims like this, I just know it can lead to bruising and I don’t see any of these characters taking kindly to that. I didn’t mean to make it sound so severe 😓

[joonipertree]

Imagine being Mikey's girlfriend and having so many teenagers giving you respect as if you're the leader of the number one biker gang in Tokyo.

Imagine how confused everyone in your school is when a group of bulky, testosterone filled, aggressive high schoolers come and bow at a 90° angle. You're staring with reddened cheeks because ???????????

But they're off to go to class without a word, muttering to themselves. Your classmates and friends are like: "dude what the fuck happened?" and you're like "I don't even know."

Then some fuckers come and offer to hold your bag for you? To get you lunch? Someone gave you their bento? And everyone starts noticing how it's only the delinquents that do it. Mostly the ones wearing the Tokyo Manji uniform.

If there's a Toman member in class, you bet your ass they'd threaten the teacher for you. Like "They got that answer right!!" and you're like "no!!! I didn't!!!"

You're so scared your teachers were gonna give you detention. Or call your parents to let them know their child had a gaggle of delinquents doing their bidding.

God, imagine if they call you a title. Like "princess" or something. I can't even think of a title suited for this. But like something cringey that gets you annoyed and the clueless people around you start having even weirder theories.

Biggest one? You're the Yakuza's daughter.

IMAGINE!!!! IF SOME OF THE TOMAN INNER CIRCLE WERE THERE SJSNSNSJKSKWKA

I'm imagining Baji and chifuyu laughing their ass off in the corner, on the floor, gasping for air. And when you notice them, you run and ask if they had anything to do with this.

Baji wishes and chifuyu was growing purple from lack of oxygen. You kicked at them and wacked them with your book. WHICH MADE THINGS WORSE BECAUSE YOUR FELLOW STUDENTS ARE SEEING U BEAT UP GANG MEMBERS. YOURE A RAGING MONSTER IN THEIR EYES NOW.

If the toman members see this, do you think they'd be afraid of you? They'd be shaking in their boots at someone most likely half their size and that couldn't even win an arm wrestling match.

You'd ask Baji and chifuyu to tell them to stop. They would very loudly call you princess and run away cackling.

I'm pretty sure in highschool, the inner circle go to the same school. I don't remember but Takemitchy, Hakkai and Chifuyu go to the same school right?

If you think Takemitchy would help, chifuyu convinced him not to. Anyone else there is just someone you couldn't get a hold of. And you just ended up ignoring the delinquents and going about your day. Which just made you look like even more of a gang leader, walking down a hallway with a blank stare while people around you bowed.

Some non delinquents call you princess and you're telling them that "no, it's a prank. A sick joke that my boyfriend is playing on me."

People realise very quickly why you were being treated like royalty when the school day ended.

Because lo and behold, The Invincible Mikey was standing at the gate, leaning against his infamous bike as he waited for you. People just stopped and stared, not bothering leaving the vicinity, out of curiosity and maybe fear.

You see Mikey and start stomping towards him, everyone holding their breath because 'the yakuzas daughter was going head to head with the captain of the Tokyo Manji Gang.'

But Mikey was smiling brightly, arms open for a hug as he made grabby hands at you.

You came close and kicked him on the shin.

I honestly can't imagine everyone's reaction. Stunned silence. It's a sense of doom I think. A sense of 'rest in peace'. But also, the utter shock and respect you'd just accumulated from your peers in a second. You had some mad fucking balls to do that shit. Even full grown adults wouldn't do something like that to Sano Manjiro. People were ready to join your followers and praise you.

The kick was weak by the way, Mikey didn't even flinch. He just looked confused and then you ranted to him about your day and suddenly he was fully relying on his Babu to hold him up. Because my god, was he laughing his ass off. He couldn't breathe.

If Ken-chin was with him, let's be honest he would be, the man would also be on his knees dying of laughter. Just...imagine every Toman member that's part of the inner circle.... laughing vehemently at you for this.

With grumbles and glares, you try walking home by yourself but Mikey is quick to pull you back into his arms. His laughter hadn't stopped but he was leaning on you now.

The way one sinewy hand was on your waist while the other was tangled in your hair...made it very clear what you guys were to each other.

It was a collective 'oh.....oh' moment.

Mikey peppered many apologetic kisses on your cheeks and you whined about how embarrassing it was and how people were watching. Unbeknownst to you, Mikey had slyly made eye contact with anyone staring and glared daggers at them.

Ken-chin then decided to stand in front of the two of you and throw daggers at the on lookers for him.

And as much as you wanted to push away, you leant into his kisses and let him give you one on the nose and forehead. He tasted sweet on your lips too and your arms were around his neck, pulling away to stop the boy from going overboard like he always did.

"I'll treat you to lunch to make up for it?" Mikey whisperer gently, eyes soft and lovesick.

"Promise to call a meeting and tell everyone to stop?"

Mikey snorted, "Yes princess."

The punch on his arm was a lot harder. Mikey made an exaggerated pained expression, snickering to himself as he pulled you in close.

"It's not like it's a lie, though. You should be treated like royalty and have everyone do your bidding."

The blush that rose on your cheeks made his heart flutter.

"Only you can....treat me like that."

Oh he's not letting go of you any time soon.

Bonus: Later on, when you meet Baji and Chifuyu...they call you princess and burst out laughing. You promptly throw both of your shoes at them.

I also feel like if the Haitani brothers caught wind of this, it'd just be the worst for you. They are the snarkiest motherfuckers.

[fishsticksloser]

hii! Hope you’re doing well! Can I have some hcs or imagines of the rise bois (separate) tryna be romantic with S/o, but either S/o’s friend or their bros are always just… there. Like the song “You, Me, and Steve” type thing lol

You, Me, and Steve

Rottmnt x gn!reader

Warnings: dating, interruptions, frustration, not written as headcanons

A/N: hello! sorry I've been gone again, I've been in a lot of pain lately. Mikey and Leo's are short cause I feel like they'd just be more honest.

Donnie

Donnie sighs heavily, resting his chin on his hand. The two of you were supposed to have a nice dinner alone, but someone just had to butt in.

"What are you getting?" Leo asks, grinning at you and Donnie.

You can see Donnie's hands grip his napkin as he glares at Leo. His knuckles are turning white from how hard he's holding onto it. "A nice dinner alone with my partner?" Donnie grits out, his knuckles popping when he lets go of the napkin.

"Just pretend I'm not here!" Leo chirps, smiling brightly as he goes back to reading the menu.

"That's... You're asking the impossible." Donnie huffs, kicking Leo under the table.

"Ow!" Leo whines, reaching down to rub his leg. "It's never been a problem before! Do you just not like spending time with me anymore? I'm hurt!"

Leo sniffs and Donnie rolls his eyes, clearly growing more and more frustrated. You reached out, trying to calm him, but he was already so close to exploding it didn't help.

"I love spending time with you, Leo, but I want alone time with my partner too! You keep coming on all our dates and won't leave. I've tried to be nice, but I'm tired of you always having to be with me!" Donnie snapped, looking at Leo with the furry of a thousand suns.

"Geez, Don... Sorry..." Leo winces, standing up. "I'll just see you at home then..."

Donnie turns to you once he's gone, looking concerned. "I apologize... I didn't mean to ruin our night."

"It's okay." You reassure him, your hand resting on his. "I just wish it didn't come to that... Will Leo be okay?"

"Yeah... I'll apologize to him when I get home."

Leo

Leo churrs and nuzzles into you, feeling you laugh when he churrs louder. The vibrations from his churrs rumbling through you too. His tail wags, spinning like a helicopter.

"You're so warm!" Leo practically purrs, kissing and nipping at your cheek. You playfully try to push him away, his churrs tickling a little.

"And you're heavy!" Your hands press to his plastron as you laugh. He laughs with you, nibbling on your cheek.

"Leo! Don't crush my favorite person!" Mikey whines from his spot on the floor where he had been painting.

Leo sighs softly, sitting up and looking down at the floor. "Mikey... You know I love you, but... Could you please leave? I just want some alone time with my partner."

"But-" Mikey starts, but Leo shoots him a look. The orange turtle pouts a little, starting to collect his things.

Leo turns to you after hearing the door click shut. "Sorry about that, sugar. Where were we?"

Mikey

Mikey always did his best to accommodate your best friend, but he honestly was getting tired of always having them around. He wanted to be alone with his baby, able to be himself completely, not a watered down version.

"Baaaby..." Mikey whines softly, pulling you to him. He buries his face in your neck, chuffing. "Can it just be us? I don't want your friend to be with us tonight... They're just gonna complain about what I make."

You look down at him, seeing his pout and pleading eyes. It was true, every time the two of you had a creative date, like tonight, your friend complained about what Mikey made.

"Don't worry, Mikes, I didn't tell them where we're going. So just us." You reply, kissing his snout.

He chirps happily, his tail wagging. "I'm gonna paint you the prettiest vase so you can fill it up with the flowers I get you!"

Raph

Raph's tail thumped against the ground as both of you set out stuff for your picnic. Your friend was helping a little, which upset him greatly. He wanted this to just be the two of you, yet here they were, butting in like always.

"Can I... Talk to you privately, sweets?" Raph asks quietly, gently tugging your arm. You nodded and followed him to a tree out of your friend's ear shot.

"What's wrong?" You question, holding his hand.

"I wanted it to just be the two of us..." He mumbles, feeling a little nervous. He's not sure how you're going to take it, but he wants to be honest. "I like your friend, but... They're always joining us on dates and it's..."

"It's...?" You press gently, cupping his cheek.

Raph takes a deep breath, turning his head to kiss your palm. "It's frustrating. I want to... I want time with just you where I don't have to worry about making your friend uncomfortable." He closes his eyes, feeling anxious about your reaction.

You let go of his cheek, his heart sinking. He opens his eyes, seeing you walk over to your friend. Your friend seems frustrated, but drops what they had been carrying and goes to the car.

"There. Just us now... I wish you would've told me before." You smile, walking back up to him.

"I didn't wanna upset you." He murmurs, leaning down to nuzzle your cheek affectionately.

"You not being honest was more upsetting than you being honest."

[serotonins-stuff]

He isn't the type to let you bend over to pick something up in peace.

As soon as he sees your upper body go down, your ass perched perfectly in the air, he can't help but appear behind you all of a sudden. Hand reeled back, and bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

Just when you notice the devious presence behind you, a loud slap echoes from your right cheek and you fall forward from the impact.

The recoil traveled throughout your entire leg, and he couldn't feel more proud of himself in that moment.

"Ow!" You winced, looking back to see a smug look on his face "Did you have to do it that hard?"

"Listen sweetheart" he chuckled, before bending down to place you over his shoulder "If you're gonna wear that around the house you can't expect me not to touch"

"That was not just a touch" you whined, still feeling the harsh sting your behind has been granted with.

"Awww, then let me rub it better yeah?"

GOJO, TOJI, geto, Sukuna, Bakugo, HAWKS, dabi, KARMA, kurroo, Bokuto, Atsumu, HANMA, BAJI, Mikey, RAN, Tengen

[bimbodolllll]

۶ৎ The Girlfriend Effect!

۶ৎ auth: <3

۶ৎ Summary: The boyfriend effect; you adopt your boyfriends mannerisms. However, the girlfriend effect, they adopt what you do.

۶ৎ: drabbles | gender neutral reader | fluff

۶ৎ Characters Included: Manjiro “Mikey” Sano, Ken “Draken” Ryuguji, Keisuke Baji, Chifuyu Matsuno, Kazutora Hanemiya, Izana Kurokawa, Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata, Souya “Angry” Kawata, Takashi Mitsuya, Hajime Kokonoi

۶ৎ Manjiro “Mikey” Sano

• Style Upgrade: Starts wearing cleaner, more polished outfits. He never cared much before, but now his clothes are less wrinkled, and he smells faintly of vanilla and fresh laundry.

• Emotional Maturity: Slowly learns to communicate better, though he still struggles with opening up completely. Your patience teaches him that being vulnerable doesn’t mean weakness.

• Healthier Habits: Starts eating more than just junk food because you remind him he needs proper meals.

—

Mikey sat on the couch, legs sprawled, watching you move around the kitchen. He had a plate of curry in front of him—a meal you made, light on the spice because he hated too much heat.

“Y’know,” he mumbled between bites, “I don’t even like curry that much.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So why’s the plate almost empty?”

“Dunno.” He shrugged, looking away. But you caught it—the tiniest smile tugging at his lips. “It just tastes better when you make it.”

۶ৎ Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

• Style Upgrade: His hair stays neat, and he’s more mindful of keeping his tank tops clean. He even switches to cologne instead of relying on the scent of motor oil.

• Ambition Boost: Becomes more serious about expanding the shop because he wants stability for the future.

• Better Communication: He starts explaining his feelings more instead of bottling them up, thanks to your influence.

—

Draken stood beside his bike, wiping the grease off his hands. You watched him, arms crossed, eyes narrowing slightly.

“What?” He smirked, but there was a softness in his eyes.

“Did you… clean the garage?”

He shrugged, avoiding your gaze. “Thought it was about time. Can’t have you breathing in dust every time you come around.”

You tilted your head. “Since when do you care about dust?”

“Since you started coming by.” His voice was quieter now, almost shy. “Can’t have my girl dealin’ with all that.”

۶ৎ Keisuke Baji

• Style Upgrade: He still wears his leather jacket, but now it’s less ripped, and his boots aren’t caked in mud. He’ll never admit it, but he likes when you compliment how he looks.

• Healthier Habits: He cuts back on junk food (a little) because you nag about it.

• Emotional Maturity: Learns not to blow up when things go wrong, trying to stay calm because he knows you hate yelling.

—

Baji leaned against his bike, arms crossed, waiting for you after class. His usual wild grin softened when he spotted you.

“Yo.” He handed you a drink, your favorite.

“Since when do you remember what I like?” You teased, taking a sip.

“Since I started actually listening,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Don’t make a big deal outta it, okay?”

But the way his eyes lingered on you a little longer than usual? That said everything.

۶ৎ Chifuyu Matsuno

• Style Upgrade: He switches from mismatched outfits to more coordinated ones—sometimes even matching your color palette without realizing it.

• Ambition Boost: Becomes more serious about managing the pet shop, thinking about the long-term future.

• Better Communication: Learns to be more honest about his feelings, not just brushing things off.

—

Chifuyu stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his hoodie. You leaned against the doorframe, watching with an amused smile.

“New fit?”

“Uh… yeah.” He glanced at you, cheeks flushing slightly. “Figured I should stop looking like I just threw on whatever I found.”

You stepped closer, fingers brushing over his sleeve. “Trying to impress someone?”

“Maybe.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but the look in his eyes told you exactly who.

۶ৎ Kazutora Hanemiya

• Style Upgrade: Starts wearing softer colors because you told him he looked good in them.

• Healthier Habits: He’s more mindful of sleeping enough and eating better because you’re always worried about him.

• Emotional Maturity: Learns to control his impulsive outbursts, wanting to be a calmer version of himself for you.

—

Kazutora sat beside you, his head resting on your shoulder as you scrolled through your phone.

“Hey,” you murmured, “you’ve been quiet.”

“Just… thinking.” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

“About what?”

“About how… I’m lucky you stuck around.” His fingers brushed lightly against yours, his grip hesitant. “I’m trying, y’know? To be… better.”

And he was.

۶ৎ Izana Kurokawa

• Style Upgrade: Starts paying more attention to how he looks, favoring neutral tones that complements your outfits.

• Better Communication: He opens up about his fears and insecurities, something he never thought he’d do.

• Ambition Boost: He works harder to stabilize Tenjiku, not just for power but to build something stable for the both of you.

—

Izana stood by the window, staring out at the city below. You walked up behind him, resting a hand on his back.

“Lost in thought again?”

“Just… thinking about the future.” His voice was distant, but there was a softness in it.

“You’re not alone in that anymore, you know.”

His hand found yours, squeezing gently. “I know. That’s why I want to make sure… it’s a future you’d want, too.”

۶ৎ Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata

• Style Upgrade: His clothes get a little less chaotic, matching his accessories to his outfits (sometimes).

• Emotional Maturity: He learns to read the room better, understanding when to dial down the jokes.

• Healthier Habits: He cuts back on staying up all night because you nag him about taking care of himself.

—

Nahoya sat beside you, legs stretched out in front of him.

“Yo,” he nudged you lightly, “notice anything different?”

You glanced at him, noticing his shirt wasn’t as wrinkled, and his nails were… clean?

“You… took care of yourself?”

“Figured I’d start lookin’ decent since I’m always standing next to a goddess.” He winked, but there was a hint of sincerity behind the playful grin.

۶ৎ Souya “Angry” Kawata

• Style Upgrade: Starts wearing softer fabrics because you said they feel nice when you hug him.

• Better Communication: He opens up about his emotions more instead of bottling them up.

• Healthier Habits: He starts drinking more water and taking vitamins because you remind him.

—

Souya sat at the kitchen table, quietly sipping the tea you made for him.

“Did you… put honey in this?”

“Yeah,” you smiled softly. “It’s good for your throat.”

He glanced away, cheeks slightly flushed. “Thanks… I, uh, started taking those vitamins you gave me, too.”

You blinked, surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah.” His eyes met yours, softer than usual. “You… worry about me too much. I don’t wanna make you worry more.”

۶ৎ Takashi Mitsuya

• Style Upgrade: Starts incorporating subtle hints of your favorite colors into his designs.

• Ambition Boost: He becomes more focused on expanding his brand, wanting to create a future where you’re both secure.

• Emotional Maturity: He becomes more expressive, showing affection in quieter, meaningful ways.

—

Mitsuya sat at his sewing machine, fabric draped across his lap.

“What’s that?” You leaned over, curiosity piqued.

“Something… for you.” He didn’t meet your gaze, but the blush on his cheeks was impossible to miss.

“For me?”

“Yeah.” He finally looked up, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Wanted to make sure you had something that… reminds you of me.”

۶ৎ Hajime Kokonoi

• Style Upgrade: He starts wearing softer tones that match your style, even ditching all-black sometimes.

• Ambition Boost: His business ventures become more personal, focusing on stability rather than just money.

• Emotional Maturity: He learns to prioritize love over material gain, valuing your presence more than anything.

—

Kokonoi sat across from you at the café, his usual suit replaced with a sweater in a soft shade of cream.

“New look?” You teased, eyeing him with a raised brow.

“Maybe.” He sipped his coffee, avoiding your gaze. “Figured… I should try something different.”

“Because of me?”

His lips quirked into a small smile. “Because I want to be someone… who fits into your world.”

[metranart]

Will you be Toman’s darling? Mikey can’t seem to stop asking, it’s not enough to be able to fuck you whenever he wants, he needs the title that you’re HIS but not only his but also his mates, those guys he loves more than his own life… and unfortunately, you do as well. 

You don’t understand why it’s so important to them, but each one has asked the same question over and over again. Draken kisses you, his tongue dancing with yours while his hips don’t miss a single thrust, it’s delicious, it’s delirious and he only dares to break the kiss to ask. “Will you be ours?” —You don’t answer, just bite his lip and begin to thrust your hips to him, as a way to distract him but he’s not dumb and less of all, a quitter, so he won’t give up, none of them will! 

Baji’s strong hands anchor you to him, perched on either side of your hips as he rams you from behind, your eyes have been blank for more than fifteen minutes, his name rolls off your tongue like your private mantra and from his tongue rolls: “Say yes,” his ragged breath demands, “Stop torturing us and say yes, shit!” The answer he wants to hear isn’t spoken but that doesn’t discourage him from cumming deep inside you -marking you from the inside out at least gives him so kind of relieve-…. 

Mitsuya’s attempts are more tender, kisses and cuddles, your naked bodies tangled in each other, the strong fingers of his fist tangled among your sweaty strands of silky hair, each thrust hitting that special place inside you that makes you see stars, his lips only parting to adore you and when you think you’re safe: “We will take care of you, we will go out of our way for you… just say yes, just grant us that favor—be OURS….”. Apparently being filled by each and every one of these gang members isn’t enough, moaning their names and marking their necks with hickey doesn’t satisfy them, they want you for themselves, they want you in their gang as their banner as their princess. 

Mikey is the most stubborn, his fat thumb slides under your skirt, snaking behind your panties, two fingers accompanying it to slip inside you, drumming and circling your clit as if it were the joystick of an Xbox control, your flushed cheeks and half-open lids delight him, makes him drunk and dizzy, just being able to put you in that delirious state. He knows it’s his mission in life to have you like this forever, you’re his, you must conquer Tokyo with them, you must stop resisting and agree to their terms. Mikey doesn’t waste any moment to ask, while he kisses you, while he eats you out, while he makes you cum harder than ever. 

“Will you be ours? ....yesyesyesyes-?”

Their teamwork is weakening your good judgment, it’s too much, your knees buckle, and your voice is a permanent moan. Damn! Your shivering lips parted and the gazes of the four gang members shine with hope. Anxiety and stress can be detected in their clenched fists, a heavy silence falls over everyone when you say: 

“I’m already yours, why do we need to tag it… I’m not going anywhere.”

There is disappointment, frustration, even anger but also amusement in their features. They won’t accept a refusal. They will just have to keep convincing you, again and again and again. You are stubborn, but so are they.

➡️ FULL NSFW ART of this drabble 🥵

[married-to-google-translater]

I laughed at your story of Mikey and his son, they would definitely be like that, a mini Mikey, what a danger for children in games and whoever sees his mother ugly. 😂😂😂

This inspired me to do Mikey father headcanons lol

Original is here

Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

His losses are reflected in his overprotectiveness towards your son.

Mikey would be a slightly overprotective but fun father.

Fortunately, overprotectiveness disappears with age.

He loves spending a lot of time with your son.

Every day would be a new adventure.

However, both of them would tend to get into trouble.

Mikey certainly teaches that violence is not the best solution but is justified in the case of "your mama" jokes.

Mikey noooooo

Definitely competing with his son to see who loves you more.

Oh and the developmental stage where a child wants to marry a parent would be difficult.

Eventually, these "fights" end with both of them hugging you.

Oh he really can't help your son with his homework.

He'd try, but Mikey doesn't remember half of the things he learned in class.

That is, on those rare occasions when he attended classes and wasn't focused on staring at you.

He would try to be as encouraging as possible.

Oh he really loves your little family <3

[gojosoups]

cw: smut, cheating, right person but wrong time, fingering, cum licking, f!reader, all characters are 18+, MDNI

a/n: I do not in any way, shape, or form, condone cheating. enjoy this fic <3 more stuff coming out soon :)

You shiver, feeling the cold metal of his wedding ring kiss your flushed skin. Thick digits thrust into your slobbering pussy as he curls into your sweet spot. Your juices dripping, coating his fingers in your sweet nectar as he makes a mess out of your pussy. 

Cold silver against your hot skin as you grip the bathroom counter you're perched on, his minty breath fanning your blushing cheeks as you try to keep quiet, swallowing your pretty moans of pleasure as you bite your quivering lip. 

Pussy clenching on his skilled fingers, your eyes roll to the back of your skull, each thrust of his digits bringing you closer to the brink of pleasure. Lips pressing wet kisses against the span of your neck, his thumb slips between your wet folds, latching on to your sensitive bud, rubbing tight circles against your clit as you squirm. 

Throwing your head back in pleasure, you bring a hand to your mouth, trying to keep quiet as his pace increases, your legs quivering and pussy clenching impossibly tight on his fingers. Your cum coats his fingers as you reach your peak, watching through lidded eyes as his eager tongue darts out, cleaning his cream covered fingers as he licks away at your cum.  

All while his wife, waiting outside the door, was left wondering why he was taking so long to get ready.

── GOJO, GETO, nanami, TOJI, SUKUNA, choso, TAKUMA, EREN YEAGER, jean kirstein, levi, ERWIN SMITH, KANTO MANJI MIKEY, BONTEN SANZU, BONTEN RINDOU, bonten ran, HANMA, KISAKI, al haitham, KAMISATO AYATO, TARTAGLIA, zhongli, diluc, SAE ITOSHI, SHINDOU RYUSEI, KAISER, alexis ness, EITA OTOYA (lol) + your faves

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[chateaaa]

bro's the type to - manjiro sano

- bro's the type to YEARN for your touch (he'll randomly lay his head on you, makes sure to hold you tightly in crowded spaces, he also secretly likes being a small spoon during cuddles)

- bro's the type to throw rocks on your window and invite you on a midnight ride just to breath in fresh air and admire the stars

- bro's the type to yap ALL DAY

- bro's the type to glare at anyone who flirts at you

- bro's the type to share his dorayaki or taiyaki with you

- bro's the type to sulk if you don't give him a good luck kiss before a fight (he claims it makes it win)

- bro's the type to paint matching nails together

- bro's the type to let you wear his toman uniform

- bro's the type to do silly tiktok trends with you like this

- bro's the type to distance himself when he feels insecure and mentally hurt, he pushes you away because of his impulses (but deep inside, he just wants you to hug him tightly 🥲)