#Rosie x Mikey

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You are my comfort character, I wish you were real...

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[hangeswif3]

Somewhere safe

Pairing: Bonten!Rindou x Pregnant!reader

Warning: blood, mentions of pregnancy, cursing.

Summary: they needed a place to stay and just happens that Rindou knows someone who could help them.

Note: English isn’t my first language so be nice. I liked a lot how this turned out so maybe I could keep writing about Rindou’s little family. Anyways, I hope u like it and thanks for reading <3

“We need to go somewhere safe” said sanzu. “Mikey needs to rest”

They had been running from the police for a while now. Mike had recent stitches on his abdomen and they had been carrying him for about an hour or so. The 4 men were exhausted and they all knew Mikey couldn’t make it any longer by himself. They needed to rest.

“What the fuck are we supposed to do now?” Sanzu spoke again. Recharging his gun, almost preparing himself to fight a lost battle.

They could hear the police cars around them, while they were currently hidden in a dark alley, all of them panting and tired.

Ran looked at Rindou with question in his eyes. They were thinking the same thing. They needed a safe place to rest and wait for the police to go away. They were in Roppongi and just happened that someone close to the brothers lived close by.

Rindou was hesitant. Making eye contact with his brother who could almost read his mind. He couldn’t believe he was even considering going to the only person who never wanted to get involved in this.

“Fuck… fine” he said while putting his gun in his belt. “Follow me.”

Ran already knew the way but he left his brother walk alone for now. He wasn’t happy about this either.

“Where the fuck are we going?” Asked sanzu, who was in the back, holding onto an almost passed out Mikey. No one responded to him, instead they just kept walking in between apartments and houses.

It was a nice neighborhood. Without counting the fact that they were covered in blood and all disheveled, it could almost look like they were taking a walk tonight. It was dark though, the street light almost didn’t work and besides the sounds of sirens, it was completely quiet. They could only hear their footsteps.

They arrived to a nice house with a nice garden and a nice car parked outside. The 4 men stood at the front porch and Rindou looked at his brother, Ran only nodded once, trying to make him feel more confident.

Sanzu was the only one who didn’t know what was happening, since Mikey was too out of it to even notice.

“Hurry up and open, who the hell lives here anyway?” Said the pink-haired man, clearly frustrated to not know.

“Shut the fuck up and behave.” Responded Ran.

Rindou ringed the bell once, while trying to look decent by fixing his hair a little.

A moment passed before the front light turned on and they could hear someone managing to open the door.

-

It was 2:30 a.m. so you were obviously sleeping before someone knocked at your door. You opened the door, and everyone stared at you. You were wearing shorts and a white t shirt, your hair looked a little crazy since you had just gotten out of bed.

Rindou and Ran had seen you like this before. But sanzu couldn’t help but stare. He had never seen you before in his life. You were beautiful, your hair in a messy bun and strands of it adorning your face, your pretty freckles and your rosy lips. You were just perfect. But what surprised him the most was when he looked down at your belly. You were pregnant. But who the hell were you?

“What the actual fu-“ he started, but you interrupted him.

“You’re bleeding” was the only thing you said, walking towards Rindou and examining his arm.

They were all so surprised and nervous to see you that they almost forgot why they were there.

“It’s not mine. I’m fine, okay?” He said looking for your eyes, putting his hand on your cheek.

“Hey princess” said Ran. You smiled at him, and couldn’t help but look at Sanzu and the man he was holding. He looked bad. “We might need your help.”

“I’ll explain everything” said Rindou.

You nodded and entered the house with everyone following you.

“Make yourselves at home, and I’m sorry for the mess. I fell asleep while baby proofing the house.” You said, while taking the tools away, so they all could sit and relax.

Sanzu layed Mikey down on the couch and made sure he was still okay. His stitches were miraculously still okay and he was still breathing. But he couldn’t help but stare at you. There was certain tension in the room.

“Oi, shithead, stop staring or I’ll take your eyes out” suddenly said Rindou, walking towards you, placing a hand on your lower back and the other on your belly.

Ran laughed and you only smiled, handing out a hand for Sanzu to shake.

“Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you.” You said.

Sanzu was so surprised that he couldn’t help but shake your hand too.

“Sanzu Haruchiyo.” Was all he said.

“Now that we all know each other, would you all like some tea?” Ran accepted your offer and you went to the kitchen, followed by Rindou.

After you were gone, Sanzu finally could talk.

“What the actual fuck? Rindou? With her? And- and- a baby?” He blurted out all at once.

“Yup” was all that Ran said, laughing at him.

“Huh, who would’ve thought that asshole could pull someone like that” he said resting his head on the back of the couch, trying to make sense of everything he just witnessed.

In the kitchen, you were trying to make some tea, feeling Rindou’s presence at the counter. He still couldn’t speak.

“Are you okay?” You asked him.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he said.

You walked towards him and put a hand on his cheek, looking at him in the eye.

“It’s okay” you responded, pressing your forehead against his.

“No it’s not, I don’t wanna put you in danger.”

“You can take care of us, I know you can.” You tried to calm him down.

“We just need a place to stay for the night, I promise I will never bring someone else here.”

“This is your home too, we will be okay, you can stay and they can stay too. I can take care of myself, you know.”

Rindou kissed you, it was a sweet kiss.

“How’s our babygirl doing?” He said, caressing your belly.

“She’s a pain in the ass, just like her father” you said laughing. “Now let’s go back before that friend of yours loses his mind.”

“Too late for that” said Rindou.

-

“So, miss L/n. Care to explain how you know our dear Rin rin?” Asked Sanzu with a smile.

“Shut the fuck up, you psycho” snapped Rindou.

“Don’t be so rude, Rin rin” you said, mocking the nickname. “Well, mister Sanzu, we actually meet at an illegal car race, he saved me from getting robbed.” You replied laughing.

“Interesting woman.” Sanzu said.

It was true though. Your friend had dragged you to a race where a “friend” was going to participate. You looked so innocent but at the same time so relaxed that Rindou couldn’t help but stare at you. One thing led to another and he ended up saving your purse from being stolen. And now you were here, pregnant with his baby.

“And how far along are you, may I ask?” He continued.

“23 weeks, actually. Thanks for asking.” You responded.

“I can’t believe our little Rindou here is gonna be a father.”

“Okay, enough with the questions.” Rindou couldn’t help but interrupt. “Y/n, to our room.” He said without looking at you.

You looked at him, raising your eyebrow. He noticed this.

“Please.” Was all he said.

You knew he wasn’t happy so you decided to obey.

“Gentlemen.” You said, walking to your room.

“Goodnight dear.” Said Ran.

Once you were gone, Rindou walked towards Sanzu.

“Okay now you little shit, we’re gonna stay here for tonight. Only tonight. When we’re gone, you’re gonna forget this place. You’re gonna forget she even exists, she’s won’t ever get involved with you or any of this.” He said. “Understood?”

“Now now, Haitani.” Said Sanzu, raising his hands, with a smug smile on his face. “Calm down. I won’t do nothing to her, I like her actually.”

“If you ever lay a hand on her, we will kill you.” Now spoke Ran.

Sanzu didn’t say another word, just smiled and nodded.

Rindou walked to your room. Like hell he was gonna let you sleep alone with that psychopath in his house. You were already asleep. The pregnancy made you extremely sleepy sometimes and it was past your bedtime.

Rindou layed down next to you and fell asleep with a hand on your belly.

-

The 4 men left first time in the morning.

“Sleep well darling, I’ll be back later today.” Rindou whispered to you, since you were still half asleep. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” You said when he left.

“Congratulations.” Said Sanzu when they were walking towards their cars.

“What?” Asked Rindou, unsure on what he was talking about.

“For your baby, congratulations.” He replied, in a more serious tone. “I didn’t say that before.”

“Thank you.” Was all Rindou could say. He knew Sanzu was never going to say something about you to anyone.

If anything, Sanzu was loyal. And he knew how much you meant to Rindou. And who knows? Maybe your baby could actually grow up with a family.

[goodlucktai]

16 for the dialogue prompts?

dialogue prompts

16. “God, I’m so sorry, it’ll be over soon, I promise.”

@dandywonderous im so sorry about this in advance 🥹

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When they were little, and they started wearing masks because Mikey wanted to be like the heroes he watched in Saturday morning cartoons, Donnie asked Splinter to cut the tails of his short so they wouldn’t get in his way.

Leo thought that was a crazy decision, because if the tails were short they wouldn’t match Raph’s. 

“So?” Donnie said, unscrewing the bottom panel of the oscillating fan he stole from Splinter’s room. 

“So what?” Leo said. 

“So what if I don’t match Raph? I don’t have to,” Donnie pointed out, a seven year old at his most reasonable.

His twin blinked, then his striped cheeks puffed out, brow furrowing, fully not understanding the question. He wanted to do everything Raphie did, but denied it when anyone told him so. 

This certain proof of that behavior made Donnie smile, quiet and indulgent the way he only ever was for his other half, but only when it was just the two of them. 

Leo whined and kicked his feet but Donnie wouldn’t tell him what was funny. 

Those long blue mask tails are sodden and heavy as Donnie shifts them out of the way, leaving a sickening trail of red where they drag against Leo’s neck and shoulder. 

They’re pinned down, what’s left of the tunnel groaning and shifting around them, at least three Technodromes filling the sky outside. Donnie can feel the hum of impending doom in his teeth. 

“Hush, Nardo,” Donnie whispers, hand clamped over Leo’s mouth hard, even though it cuts him to have to do this. “You can’t scream, mellizo. Hush.”

His twin writhes, digging at Donnie’s grip with desperate fingers. His chest is heaving, eyes wild with pain. The rosy glow of Raph’s ninpo is all they have to see by as the projection hovers above them in case of another collapse. In the dim light, Donnie can almost pretend it’s mud he’s kneeling in, warm and slick and pooling at an alarming rate from the slab of concrete that Leo’s right arm has been crushed under.  

The safe zone has been compromised. It’s devastating, but not at all surprising. Two of their scouts didn’t report in when they should have, baseline humans who didn’t have a hope of resisting the Krang’s method of interrogation, so it was only a matter of time before the enemy came knocking. 

April, Mikey and Cass have been evacuating their people and transporting supplies in and out of sunny orange portals all morning while Draxum, Hob and Usagi guarded their every move with eagle-eyed vigilance. 

Donnie, Raph and Leo were holding the Krang at bay for every extra second that they could, but they stayed out there a second too long. 

Now Leo is bleeding and the Krang hounds are prowling, their horrible faces scraping the ground as they sniff out that rich source of life, and Donnie’s mind is blank with panic. They’re trapped, and if he lets go then Leo will scream and bring death down on them, and if he doesn’t then death will come anyway, with teeth and venom.

“Shhh, Lilo,” Donnie tries to soothe, imagining Leo’s sweet, bright ‘shhh yourself, Dodo!’ in place of the uncomprehending whine he gets in response. “God, I’m so sorry. It’ll be over soon, I promise.”

Maybe we should pray, he thinks wildly. Not to god, because that would be a spectacular waste of breath, but to one of the people who left the party early and might be willing to toss a miracle or two in their direction. Papa, or Gram-gram, or April’s mom. 

The red projection surrounding them begins to shrink. Slowly, making sure the rocks above and around them won’t shift, until the ninpo is just a warm glow beneath Raph’s skin. Donnie feels a rush of relief and anticipation—Raph has a plan, Raph will tell him what to do. 

Raph puts one arm around Donnie’s shoulders and cups Leo’s face with his other hand, stroking his cheek with the pad of his thumb. Blood smears beneath his fingers. His expression is hard to read in the dark underground. 

“You’ll be alright, big man,” Raph murmurs, all conviction, as if he can make it true out of sheer love. If anyone could, it would be him. Then he says, “Donnie, can you cut him out?”

The question makes his stomach lurch with nausea, bitter and acidic, but it’s a question that he can answer. After fighting in a three-turtle team for the better part of two hours, Donnie’s ninpo feels like coffee dregs left in the bottom of an empty pot. He has enough strength left that he could summon a tool for an emergency amputation, but only that. 

“Not quickly,” he says pointedly, “or quietly.”

Raph nods. He just sits there for a minute, holding them. They don’t have a minute and Raphie knows that but he’s just holding them. Donnie’s heart begins to race in a brand-new direction, some frightened thing in his very center sitting up and taking notice. 

Donatello has always been an incredible number of things, not all of them good or noble or worth bragging about, but above all else, at the end of each and every day, he was Raphael’s little brother. 

Donnie didn’t imitate him when they were kids—didn’t wear his mask tails long or find reasons to follow him around—but he was every firm hug Donnie needed to keep his skin from itching when life got too loud. He was an attentive, listening audience when Donnie had to talk about the things pingponging around in his mind without being interrupted or he’d scream. He was the large hands that held Donnie’s, the snaggle-toothed face that smiled in encouragement, when Donnie learned to walk. 

Donnie knew him fundamentally. Intrinsically. A textbook he never had to study, knowledge that grew up with him from the first moment he opened his eyes to the big, bright world. That’s how he knew what was about to happen the second before it did. 

“No,” Donnie says hoarsely. “Please don’t.” 

“Raphie’s gotcha,” Raph says warmly, the last steadfast and solid and remarkably kind thing left in the apocalypse.

He reaches down and presses the panic button on Donnie’s gauntlet. The alert activates with a bright pinging sound effect, echoing twice in their little disaster-made cavern as it’s received by Leo and Raph’s comms, and the Krang hounds nearby whine and bark in excitement. Their claws churn up earth and rock as they start to run.

Raph spares a second to press a kiss against Donnie’s temple, and another to Leo’s forehead, and then he’s gone. The light goes with him. Donnie shakes like a leaf, unreasonably cold, unable to think. 

Leo is half out of his mind by now, sobbing and jerking at his trapped limb, but all his agony is soundly drowned out by the brutal battle Raphael is leading far away from them. 

“Hush,” Donnie whispers, eyes stinging so badly he can hardly keep them open, tears dripping endlessly down his face. “It’ll be over soon.”

[gallaghersgal]

real love, baby

carmy blurb inspired by this ask!! mature, 18+. smoking 🍃, plenty of fluff, domestic and lovely <33

wc: 650

carmen's been high before, smoked a couple joints with mikey & richie in his teens, took gummies for his sleep while staging in copenhagen. but recently he confessed to you, he's never had an enjoyable high. with his brother he was often on edge, trying to remain cool for the older boys.

so on a monday morning when neither of you have anything to do, and there's a farmers market down the block you've been dying to visit, you wake before carmen and make your way into the living room. you open your freshly restocked stash and unwrap the glassware you'd ordered for this moment, a bong much smaller than your own, to let your boyfriend get the hang of it.

after grinding enough for the morning and packing the first bowl, unable to resist a hit or two for yourself, you get to work on breakfast. carmen wakes to the thick, earthy smell of the smoke paired with the savory scent of bacon and eggs. you plate up two breakfast sandwiches and make your way to carmen's side where he stands by the open window.

you show him how to inhale from the bong, sharing your first hit with him by taking his chin and exhaling the smoke into his parted lips. it's more filtered that way, gentler even though his lungs have become accustomed to the intrusion. he kisses you soundly after that, tongue slipping past your lips as he exhales through his nose.

it takes fifteen minutes for your plates and the first bowl to be cleared. by then carmen's contracted a case of the giggles, his eager hands reaching for the glass piece when you fail to clear the smoke in one go. you laugh with him, and kiss his sweet, rosy cheeks. while you repack the bowl you instruct carmen to pull up a playlist of yours, swaying your shoulders to the beat of the familiar songs.

your boyfriend isn’t a dancer by any means, and you’re fine with that. you let the music move you enough for two. but something about this morning gets carmen up, his hands tugging you upright and into his arms. full of giggles, you move to the beat.

after smoking down the second, as you pack the third bowl carmen bashfully asks what you plan on wearing to the farmers market, wanting to match with you. with a grin on your face, you tug him into the bedroom and giggle at the way he makes sure your bong is in his hand too, never one to be wasteful.

you open all the bedroom windows, taking turns taking hits as you choose a matching outfit. after finding a cropped white tee in your half of the closet and a pair of levi's jeans you know you have to recreate his signature look. you pair the two with the leather jacket carmen had planned on wearing, but he doesn't tell you that. looks better on you anyway, he thinks. instead he puts a zip up hoodie around his shoulders, promising to take it off if you want a picture together, even if you tell him it's too cold. he'd do anything for you, no matter how small or silly.

you freshen up with dry shampoo to soak up the smell, reassuring carmen that a brisk walk on a chicago spring morning will wash away the rest of the smoke that clings to your bodies. you both take a spritz of his cologne, because it's a stronger scent of course, not because you love being enveloped in carmen.

the walk to the farmers market is taken at a leisurely pace, hand in hand. together you purchase homegrown espresso beans, fresh mozzarella and pasta, and a colorful array of fruits and vegetables. carmen disappears from your side for a bit while you survey the selection of a "green" bakery, offering infused sweets as well as quality gummies. you purchase the sleep blend gummies for carmen to try, and a packet of infused candies for yourself.

when the transaction is done you look around for your boyfriend, noticing first the large bouquet moving toward you, then his bright smile. of course carmen bought you flowers.

THX 4 READING → dividers by cafekitsune (x), saradika (x). dedicated to @saltnsugarbear hehe

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Pears: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @wabi-sabi1090 @lostinwonderland314 @turtle-cant-communicate @fallout-girl219

Prequel to:

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Crazy, Stupid, Fucked Up World (NSFW)

Ironically the hellhole that’s stealing Carmen’s fucking soul is the place he falls in love with you. He’s been trying to source cheap organic produce for The Beef ever since he came back to Chicago and he’d found this eco-friendly little urban farm not too far away from the restaurant that’s willing to sell him their seasonal overflow for  next to nothing. It’s a win win because you deplore wastage and he needs the discount.

When you arrive at the back door with his order he has no fucking clue why you’re here because it’s late Christmas Eve and everyone else in the world is sending time with their families. Instead you’re standing in front of him, bundled up in a navy blue hat with a pompom with a matching scarf over your white quilted jacket.

“Christ, get in here.” He says tugging you inside because it’s minus who the fuck knows outside and he’s terrified you’ll freeze to death. “Why the fuck are you out in this? You should be tucked up somewhere warm with your family.”

“Because you asked me to asshole.” You reply, tugging off your hat so that your hair falls loose across your rosy features. “You called me up at stupid o'clock because you wanted pears for some seasonal shit you were trying out.”

“Shit.” He says, taking the box from you, because honestly he thought he dreamt that but now he realises he had another dissociative episode. They’ve starting to happen more and more recently since Mikey’s death. He wakes up and he finds himself doing weird shit, cooking plastic, re-organising the tins in his cupboard so they all face backwards, sorting his recycling into colours.

“Now we’ve ascertained why I’m here.” You say, stripping the gloves from your hands and tucking them into the pockets of your coat. “What are you doing here?”

“Christmas isn’t…” He hesitates because he’s thrown back into that last event, the one where Mikey was still alive, clutching that fork and his mother drove a car through the house. He doesn’t know how to explain something like that to you, someone who’s family isn’t as fucked up and dysfunctional as his is.

“I get it.” You say, your hand coming to rest on his arm and he finds himself staring down at it as your thumb traces lightly over the tattoo that’s etched onto his skin. “Christmas isn’t a great time for me either.”

He can’t remember the last time that someone touched him like this, with such care, such gentleness. Richie’s always clapping a hand on his shoulder, shifting him out of the way but it never feels like this. It doesn’t ignite something in his veins the way that yours does, it doesn’t sent a rush of heat flooding through his system.

“You wanna stay?” He asks you, tilting his head up to meet your gaze. “I’m about to make hot pear cider.”

You have such beautiful eyes, he’s never really noticed until now despite the fact he’s been in your company a handful of times. It’s a brilliant, rich hue that leaves him completely captivated as the edges of your mouth tip up into a smile. His heart palpitates in this chest because that smile, it makes something blossom inside of him, something that Carmen has never felt before in his entire life.

“That depends.” You say, your thumb trailing over the scar that resides alongside his tattoo. “Are you going to feed me too?”

“I’d cook you anything you damn well want.” He finds himself telling you before he captures himself, his cheeks flushing at the boldness of his words.

“Surprise me.” You say and he surprises you both by leaning and kissing you instead.

Your lips feel soft underneath his mouth, he can taste the strawberry lip balm, feel the press of your body against his as your fingers thread through his hair drawing him closer. He moans at the sensation because it’s been such a long time since he’s touched another human being like this and you, you make it feel like his entire body is on fire, like he’s burning from the inside out.

“Fuck, I’m sorry…” He says as he tries to pull away because he shouldn’t have done that, he knows he shouldn’t.

Your hands grip the fabric of his chef’s jacket, pulling him back towards you and he complies because this sensation he has, he wants to chase it, he wants to see where it goes, to hurtle head first into it.

“Don’t be.” You murmur, your fingertips ghosting along his cheek with a tenderness he doesn’t deserve. “We should do it again Carmy.”

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𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

feat. mikey sano, draken, baji keisuke, chifuyu matsuno, hanma shuji, ran haitani x gn!reader

—where the boys like to kiss you, and where you like to kiss them.

nana’s note: my posts are always like a fucking month in between one another … im so sorry </3 please enjoy kissing your favourite boys

MIKEY likes to kiss you on your nose. he finds it absolutely adorable the way your face scrunches up at the contact—it’s a very familiar feeling now, considering how much he does it, but you can’t help and squeeze your eyes with a small pout. mikey pulls away to admire the faint blush on your cheeks everytime. at times, he’ll rub his nose against yours instead and giggle at the large grin that appears on your face every single time. “you’re too cute for your own good, y/n.”

YOU like to kiss mikey on his shoulder blades. although he’ll never outright admit it, mikey has a lot of tension swirling around in his mind, and that tension translates into a physical strain on his body. you often find him uncomfortably adjusting his shoulders, rolling them back to relieve himself of some tightness. so, one night you offered him a massage and kissed the skin along the way. mikey swore he felt as light as a feather, if the way his body melted against yours was any given sign. now, you give him a kiss there even as a simple greeting.

DRAKEN likes to kiss you on the crown of your head. it’s simple, quick, genuine, and advantageous with his towering height. when he walks towards you, you’re already tilting your head down just the slightest bit in anticipation of the kiss. it makes him grin, how well you’ve grown to know him and his habits. draken’s lips will always linger for a moment or two longer against your hair, his eyes closing as the world disappears—even if just briefly, when he’s connected to you like this, you’re the only person he can see and feel. “missed you baby. c’mon, everyone’s waitin’ on us.”

YOU like to kiss draken on his cheek. the true reason is because it gets him flustered—how adorable would it be for a big, ‘dangerous’ man like ken to get all red-faced and lose his track of thought over a simple kiss? you find it amusing, and downright adorable. every time he feels your soft lips graze over his skin, before leaving a warmth spreading across his face, draken can’t help but pause his words and stare at you with feigned annoyance. that rosy blush on his cheeks tells you otherwise!

BAJI likes to kiss you on the lips. loves the feeling of your mouth on his, and dies for the way you smile against him. but, he’s also a sly bastard who will find any excuse to put his lips on yours. you’re hungry? here’s a kiss on your lips before he goes to fetch you a snack. you’re sleepy? so is he, he’ll give you a goodnight kiss on the lips. or maybe you’re sick? then baji will call his kiss “medicine”, before you hit him in fear of him getting sick, too. he just thinks you’re someone deserving of a true kiss every single time, he doesn’t care if others are looking or if you claim that “my lips are chapped, kei!”—“and? c’mere, imma kiss you either way.”

YOU like to kiss baji on his injuries. you hate to see your baby hurt, and if he claims that your kisses help him tenfold than bandages and tylenol do? (yeah he’s a tad bit dramatic) then so be it. after you patch him up, he’ll be expecting a little peck against the wrapped skin like it’s second nature. he stares at you with big brown eyes, a small smile on his face as you lean down to kiss his boo-boos goodbye. 

CHIFUYU likes to kiss you on your knuckles. he’s smirking to himself because he’s romantic like that. you guys could be anywhere: walking around the mall, hanging out on his bed, making dinner, and chifuyu will reach for your hand, pull it up to his lips and peck a kiss to a couple knuckles. he does his all while looking into your eyes, and you swear your boyfriend is too caught up in that shoujo fantasy of his. nevertheless, it makes you completely smitten. he’ll rub your hand with his fingers as he continues to hold your palm against his. he likes to flaunt you; but in a subtle, gentle-manly way, you know? why would he not want the whole world to know he’s got a hot partner? “i bet everyone’s jealous of me, i’ve got someone like you on my arm.”

YOU like to kiss chifuyu on his lips. i think chifuyu has really soft lips, thanks to the infinite amount of chapsticks he uses throughout the month. every time you pull away from his lips, you taste a different flavour. sometimes it’s cherry, maybe strawberry, or perhaps french vanilla. it’s a surprise every time, and what better way to find out then to smooch your adorable boyfriend straight on the lips? bonus points for the way he melts into your touch, too.

HANMA likes to kiss you under your jaw. he finds it hot, and you’re hot, so it works out. it happens a lot when the two of you are on his bed, lazily sprawled atop one another. the two of you are not particularly sleeping, but the exhaustion from a busy day has rendered you both slumped on his mattress. he draws mindless shapes on your hips, and you twiddle with the strands of hair on his nape. his lips suddenly are drawn towards the contour of your jaw, and before you know it, hanma’s pressing numerous kisses along the bone. you sigh into his touch, body melting into his as you grip onto his hair a little more tightly. he grins underneath you, “i’ll never get tired of doing this to ya’, babe.”

YOU like to kiss hanma on his tattoos. i bet you all saw this one coming from a mile away, but it’s true! hanma notices how often you hold his hand in yours, and trace the lines like it’s the first time you’ve ever seen them. you become mesmerized with the curves and edges of the kanji, and the contrast of the midnight ink against his pale skin. randomly, you’ll bring his hand to your lips and place a gentle skin right on top of his ‘sin’, making hanma chuckle breathily. if only you could hear the pounding of his heart behind his loose tee.

RAN likes to kiss you on your temple. with slender fingers, he’ll pull back the strands of hair that cover your skin, before planting a sweet kiss directly on your temple. he simply takes in the way you lean into his body, wrapping his long arms around you to secure you in place—just for a moment longer. he breathes in your scent, and laughs when you urge him to let you go. he sneaks another kiss to your other temple as he passes behind you, trailing his hands across the expanse of your back with a wink. “love, you know better than to try and get away from me.”

YOU like to kiss ran on his nape. this often happens after you finish twisting his long locks into two braids. you’ll be seated behind him, a concentrated look on your face as you intricately alternate the strands of hair to form a braid. tying off the loose ends, you lean back to admire your hard work—ran always grins and tells you just how pretty you made him look. but before he can stand, you place a chaste kiss to his nape. he stills, and ran won’t lie—so he turns around to tell you just how weak you made him feel.

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Hidden Hearts Reunited

A Mikey x reader oneshot (part 1)

-- You were Manjiro's first and closest friend, before Baji, Sanzu, or Draken. You were there. Your mothers were friends, meaning you were destined to be friends either way. You spent every second together since birth, a result of both mothers planning the deliveries on the same day. They realized a distinct difference between you and Manjiro, like night and day; you and Manjiro are polar opposites. Unlike Manjiro, who was always crying and screaming, you were quiet with a cute smile on your little round face. Manjiro would constantly cling onto you, as toddlers, crying louder if you were ever separated. Both mothers gushed at his actions. He would share his toys only with you and sleep peacefully next to you. It was an unbreakable bond between the both of you, from birth --

You walked hand in hand as you made your way to the hospital to visit Manjiro's mothers, who had fallen ill.

"You know, we don't have to keep holding hands, we aren't toddlers anymore." You spoke with a hushed and gentle voice, barely audible only for Manjiro to hear, as you both crossed the street.

"No friggin' way, how else is everyone supposed to know you're mine." He scoffed as if you said something so ridiculous.

"...Manjiro, I'm not a thing to be claimed." You delivered with a straight face.

"I didn't say that, I mean you're my girl. No one else is supposed to hold your hand except for me." The little boy pouted, explaining in a confident, matter-of-fact tone.

"Well, if that means that you're mine also, I don't mind." Your soft voice brought him comfort, as you tightened your little hands grip on his. Manjiro's cheeks flushed with a warm, rosy hue as your words, expressed in a soft and reassuring voice, reached his ears.

"We're here! C'mon, I can't wait to see her!" Manjiro pulled you behind him as he made a beeline to his mothers hospital room.

"Manjiro, we're in a hospital, keep it down!" You whisper shouted at him.

You sat next to Manjiro as he rambled to his mother about how he beat up a couple of new guys, he always counted the days from week to week to tell her about his stories. On the other you examine his mother, somehow, she seemed different, a lot weaker and sickly. Her hands were cold as she brushed them against your cheek,

"How about you, my little angel?" She asked,

"I'm good, but... I miss you. When are you coming back home?" Your tone is gentle, pleasing to the ears, as you leaned further into her touch despite the coldness of her hand.

Without uttering a word in response, she bent down, gently pressing a kiss on your forehead. Then, with a tender gesture, she drew both you and Manjiro into her embrace, casting a meaningful gaze at both of you.

"Promise me something, you two, please never leave each other's side. Manjiro, you're strong, so protect Y/n. And Y/n you're kind and tender, please soften his heart."

"Huh? Mom, what's that supposed to mean?" He whined and pouted, as you giggled at his facial expression.

That was beginning of it all—the pact that bound both you and Manjiro, the curse intertwining your lives.

As memories lingered from that day at the hospital with Manjiro's mother, the promise made to her weighed heavily on your heart as you made your way to the Sano home without anyone's knowledge, especially Mikey, you went to Manjiro's older brother, Shinichiro and grandpa, to break the news, the upcoming move due to family issues. Despite your attempt to stay quiet and secretive, Manjiro overheard, and the news shattered him. What was he supposed to do now with his mothers promise? And you, you couldn't leave. You were with him from day one, literally. The thought made his throat tighten, but what could he do?

Years passed, and life took unexpected turns, finding yourself back in Japan due to the loss of your parents and your sole remaining relative, your aunt, residing in Japan. Involuntarily, the memories of your past resurfaced, a certain ache in your heart also resurfaced. You couldn't shake the question of whether you could find him ever again in the bustling streets of Shibuya. The thought of your first and only friend lingered in your mind, who you never forgot, wondering if fate would bring you together once more, this time, forever.

"What the hell am I thinking, he probably hates me now."

"Y/n!" You heard your aunt call out, as she approached you with open arms. 

Your turned to your caller only for the air to be knocked from your lung with he unexpectedly strong hug, as she continued,

"Oh look at you, all grown up and beautiful!" She exclaimed dreamily.

You smiled, accepting her inviting hug, missing the feeling of being embraced by someone loving, especially after your recent loss.

"C'mon, I made plenty of food at home!" She urged as she grabbed your bags, one in each hand.

"W-wait, let me help, those are kinda heavy-" You reached out to grab one of your bags, but she lightly smacked your hand away.

"What do I look like to you, an old hag?" She picked up both bags with ease.

Woah...she's strong..

You soon realized why she's so strong when you reached her house,

"You live here!" You said, a little shocked by the fancy look home.

"Yep, my earnings from years of hard work." She said walking through the front gate and further inside.

You looked around like a child in a candy store, admiring everything around you. The garden, the nicely mowed grass and bushes. Once you stepped inside, your jaw gapped a little. After a tour of the house, she took you to a room, where the only thing in it was a hatch,

"You're not gonna kill me, are you?"

"Are you crazy, why would I kill my only niece? You're like the child that I never had." She said flicking your forehead, she smirked before she continued,

"It's a surprise, just climb down." She said as she opened it,

Climbing down, you were surprised to be met with a built-in Gym underground.

Oh, makes sense why she's so toned now

"Prepare yourself because I'm not raising no scrawny girl, I'm gonna make you tough, kiddo."

"hUh?" You're voice cracked,

After showing you your room and helping you put your stuff away, you finally sat down and had dinner with your aunt. She was going on about her life and you were invested, truly.

"So tell me, kiddo, how's life been for you?"

"Hmm, I manage." You answered, shrugging a little.

She gave you an unpleasant look before booing, "Boo, tomato, c'mon I know you got more than that."

"Well, what do you want to know about me, auntie?" You asked, laughing a little between your words.

She smiled as she thought,

There it is, she smiled...are you happy sister? I made her smile for you

"What are you looking forward to, here in Tokyo, I could take you anywhere you want."

It took you a second to think before you said, "I wanna go to a specific restaurant actually."

Your aunt looked visibly hurt, "D-do you not like my cooking?"’

The tears in the corners of her eyes made you choke before you frantically shook your head, 

"N-no not at all, I promise! It's just...it was my favorite restaurant when I was kid, I always went with...my friend."

"Okay! First thing tomorrow, I'll take you there then." She said, giving you a warm smile,

Well, she changed pretty quick..

"...seriously, this is your go-to place?" She regarded you with an intrigued expression, raising doubts about your choice in restaurants.

“And here I thought you were gonna take us to some gourmet restaurant.” she added as you entered.

A sudden wave of bittersweet nostalgia washed over you, fueled by cherished memories associated with the restaurant. 

"Oh, there are people here?" Your aunt expressed surprise.

That shouldn’t be a surprise…

Feeling a bit disheartened by her continual disapproval of the place, you sighed as you made your way to an empty booth. As your eyes scanned the area, they landed on a somewhat shorter boy, with you appearing a little taller than him. His long blonde hair was tied at the top, while the strands on the sides flowed freely. Accompanying him was a more intimidating figure, a boy with a tattoo on the side of his shaved head. They exude an air of trouble, and you realized you had been staring for too long when your eyes met with his pitch-black, piercing gaze. The eye contact lingered long enough for your aunt to shake your shoulder, snapping you out of it, and for his friend to call his name, breaking the sudden connection.

“Mikey..”

As you proceeded to your assigned booth, you couldn't resist one last glance backward, catching his intense gaze. A flicker of recognition sparked deep within your heart. Despite sensing a profound connection, you carried on your chosen path, unaware of the unspoken longing, as the passage of years had erased the memories that once tethered you together. While enjoying your kids' meal, you intermittently picked at your food, occasionally looking up to meet that same compelling gaze. It felt as if your existence was being drawn in, your heart pounding almost painfully in your chest.

Why..Why the hell is he just so…

“Damnit Mikey, what the hell is wrong with you?” His friend asked, annoyed by his sudden absence. 

He turned towards that, which seemed to distract mikey, and there you were. Feeling a bit intimidated, you quickly averted your gaze, avoiding his friend's scrutiny.

"Are you planning to order something?" you inquired, using the question as a means to divert your attention.

"No way," she exclaimed, eyeing your food suspiciously. "Let's leave. I'll take you to a proper restaurant," she asserted with confidence.

"Sure, let's go," you responded promptly, rising from your seat.

Your aunt expressed surprise, "Wait, really? I didn't expect you to agree so quickly. Alright then!"

As you both left, she remarked, "Y/n, don't forget to remind me to take you to a clothing store later."

"Y/n... Y/n... Y/N!" He murmured softly. Before he could comprehend, his legs carried him forward, propelled by an instinctive force.

NO WAY, NO FUCKING WAY 

"Y/N!" He called out, breathless from his sprint to catch up.

Halted by the unexpected call, you abruptly turned around. On the opposite side of the street, he came into view.

It can’t be…

Time stood still as if the universe held its breath. After years apart, your name lingered in his memory, indelible and unforgettable. In that suspended moment, all else faded away.

“Manjiro...?” you whispered. He didn't need to hear your voice; just from reading your lips, he knew you called out to him..

-- Yeah, Ima definitely writing a part 2, This was wayyy too long, hope you guys enjoyed --

[fishsticksloser]

Ik this is early but you mentioned the holidays and expecting lots of angst so I tried brainstorming ideas (not great at that but it worked lmao) so!

Rise Mikey x fem reader who have been pinning for awhile, but find themselves under mistletoe at a Christmas party that totally wasn't a setup from the bros?

Under the Mistletoe

Mikey x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, slight awkwardness, mutual pinning, first kiss, supportive brothers, kinda short

A/N: The perfect short little drabble for Christmas Eve. :))

Leo had a plan.

Was it a very good plan? Well... That depends on who you ask. To Leo it was brilliant. To Raph it wasn't terrible, but to Donnie? It was Leo's worst idea yet.

"Come on, Donnie." Leo chuckles, wrapping his arm around his twin's shoulder, pulling him closer. "What could go wrong?"

"There are many things that could go wrong, Leo." Donnie shoves his brother off of him, crossing his arms. "For example. What if you are reading too deep into it and they don't actually have this so-called 'chemistry'. Or perhaps neither of them are ready to take that step."

"I can tell they both want this. Believe me. You in?" Leo grins and looks at Raph. Raph sighs and nods, making Donnie glare at him in disbelief.

But just like that, the plan was underway. You and Mikey were currently making dinner for the Christmas party, so they knew they had plenty of time to set it up. At first the three of them tried a number of ways to get it on the doorframe with no luck.

Donnie tried to use his mechanical arms, but they just weren't nimble enough. Leo got on Raph's shoulders, but still they couldn't get it to stick.

They were running out of time until Donnie suddenly pauses. "Nardo." Donnie sighs, exasperatedly rubbing his face. "You have portals..."

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The last few dishes were finishing up, so you and Mikey decided to take some of the things out to the table. You enter the living room to see Leo 'ooing', pointing up to above your and Mikey's heads. Mikey's eyes widen as he follows his brother's gaze up to see the mistletoe hanging above you.

A shy smile appears on his face, his cheeks flushed a rosy hue. Mikey's heart races with excitement and nervousness. He was trying to keep his cool, hide his genuine feelings. He was both thrilled and anxious about the possibility of taking your friendship to another level.

Your own cheeks bright red as Raph takes the food from yours and Mikey's hands. You hesitate, feeling a bit nervous with his brothers watching. Raph also sensing this, grabbed Leo and Donnie, dragging them out of the room. A wave of relief wash over you and Mikey as he takes a small step closer, watching Raph leave.

Mikey's gaze turns back to you, excitement and tenderness dancing in his eyes. Slowly, he raised his hand to gently cup your cheek, his touch warm and gentle. With a soft smile, Mikey closed the remaining distance, his lips meeting yours in a sweet and tender kiss beneath the mistletoe.

As Mikey pulled away, his eyes sparkled with a newfound happiness. "Merry Christmas." He whispers, his voice filled with affection.

"Merry Christmas, Mikey." You mumble back, kissing him back.

Mikey's eyes widen in surprise, his heart skipping a beat, and a surge of warmth flooding his system. Wrapping his arms around you, Mikey deepened the kiss, savoring the taste and sensation of your lips moving against his.

Time seemed to stand still as the world around you faded away.

Leaving the two of you in that moment of pure bliss.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

FRAANNKKKKKKK 😫😫😫 ANYTHING FRANK PLS IM BEGGING ON MY KNEES PERFORMING A RITUAL🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

New Years - Frank Iero x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 947 (shorter than usual lol)

A/N: It's short and sweet :)

The night felt like magic, the kind of night that was almost too perfect to be real. Snow had started to fall just as the sun slipped behind the horizon, blanketing the streets in a shimmering layer of white. The air was cold enough to nip at my nose and cheeks, but not enough to feel unbearable, and I couldn't help but smile as Frank and I walked hand in hand through the neighborhood.

“It’s like a movie out here,” I said, glancing up at the streetlights, their warm glow softened by the flurries of snow.

Frank turned to look at me, his usually loud neck tattoos covered by the scarf my mom had gifted him for christmas. His dark hair was sticking out from under his beanie in all directions, and his nose was red from the cold, but he looked perfect. He always did.

“A Christmas movie, maybe,” he teased, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. “You’re the main character, though. I’m just the scrappy sidekick.”

“Sidekick?” I laughed, nudging him with my shoulder. “You’re the love interest, obviously.”

“Obviously,” he said with a dramatic flip of his scarf, making me laugh harder.

We were on our way to Mikey’s house for a New Year’s Eve party. I had been nervous about going at first, unsure about meeting more of his friends, but he had assured me I’d have fun. “They’re chill, I promise,” he’d said earlier, his hand resting lightly on my knee. “And if it sucks, we’ll bail and do our own thing.”

Now, walking beside him, the cold air making our cheeks rosy, I felt my nerves start to melt away. Frank had a way of making everything feel easier, like the world wasn’t such a scary place as long as he was there.

When we reached the house, it was already alive with music and laughter. The windows glowed warmly, and I could see the shapes of people moving inside, holding drinks and chatting in groups. Frank held the door open for me, brushing snow off his shoulders as we stepped inside.

“Hey, you made it!” Mikey called from the kitchen. “Drinks are in here. Food’s on the table. Help yourselves.”

Frank led me through the house, introducing me to his friends as we went. They were just as he’d promised—easygoing and welcoming, making me feel like I belonged even though I was meeting most of them for the first time. I stuck close to Frank at first, but as the night went on, I found myself laughing and talking with people like I’d known them for years.

At one point, I was standing by the snack table, piling a plate with chips, when Frank came up behind me. He rested his chin on my shoulder, his arms sliding around my waist.

“Having fun?” he asked, his voice soft in my ear.

I nodded, leaning back against him. “Your friends are great. I think I might like them almost as much as I like you.”

“Almost?” he said, pretending to be offended.

“Almost,” I teased, twisting around in his arms to look at him. His face was so close to mine, and for a moment, I thought he might kiss me. But then someone called his name from across the room, and the moment passed.

“Be right back,” he said, giving me a quick squeeze before heading off to talk to his friend.

As the hours ticked by, the party grew louder and livelier. Someone turned up the music, and people started dancing in the living room. Frank pulled me onto the makeshift dance floor, spinning me around and making me laugh until my sides hurt. It was silly and chaotic and perfect.

When there were only a few minutes left until midnight, someone shouted for everyone to gather in the living room for the countdown. Frank found me in the crowd, taking my hand and pulling me close. The room buzzed with excitement as people grabbed drinks and noisemakers, ready to ring in the new year.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!” The countdown began, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Frank’s hand was warm in mine, his thumb brushing lightly over my knuckles. I looked up at him, and he was already looking at me, his eyes soft and full of something I couldn’t quite name but made my chest ache in the best way.

“Three! Two! One!” The room erupted in cheers, but all I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat as Frank leaned in, his hands coming up to cup my face. And then his lips were on mine, soft and warm and perfect, and the world seemed to fall away.

The kiss was gentle at first, almost hesitant, but then he deepened it, his arms wrapping around me like he never wanted to let go. I melted into him, my hands tangling in the fabric of his shirt. When we finally pulled apart, breathless and a little dazed, he rested his forehead against mine.

“Happy New Year,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the noise of the party.

“Happy New Year,” I whispered back, my cheeks aching from how much I was smiling.

The rest of the night was a blur of laughter and music and warmth, but that moment stayed with me, etched into my memory like a perfect snapshot. It was our first New Year’s kiss, and I knew it was something I’d never forget. Because in that moment, surrounded by the sound of fireworks and the laughter of friends, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be—in Frank’s arms, starting the new year together.

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[litred93]

Alastor and Rosie got pulled over

[cock-ainee]

"..Kimi wa dekinai ko" pt. II

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Word count: 2700

Category: smut

• fingering • drunk sex • cumming inside kinda without consent • non-established relationship (yet) •

Characters: Michael Afton x afab reader + William Afton

Plus, I wanted to tag @emotionalflamingo since he/she was waiting for it!!

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Enjoy!

Trough the years, YN and Michael became best friends. Bestest of friends. Each of them thought of the other as absolutely irreplaceable, they always sticked together, trough good and bad times.

And that stayed even trough the hardships of high school - if anything, their bond grew even stronger. Everyone, at some point, thought they were a couple.

And honestly.. that would be completely fine with Michael, considering how much he fell for YN, even if he didn't seem to really understand it. He always saw the stolen glances and lingering stares as something completely.. normal and platonic. He never really considered that he fell in love. Probably because the poor baby boy has never been in love before.

But there was someone else who noticed.. And it was no one other than William Afton, Michael's father.

The first time Michael invited YN over was when they still were in elementary school, and it was because they were working on a project together.

It somehow happened that YN stayed overnight, and William found her sleeping on the floor, on a matress, in the morning.

He didn't have the problem with them sleeping over, he had a problem with Michael letting his guest sleep on the floor.

Despite some of Michael's complains, she found "mr. Afton" to be a very kind and polite man.

YN quickly got used to William's company, and she became a regular guest at Aftons' household.

Though as time passed by, William started noticing Michael's odd behavior. How he stared at her, how he fixed his hair whenever he was about to open the door for YN, and how nervous he was getting sometimes!

Well, about the 'staring'..

It was evident that trough the few years that passed YN has.. developed, as every young woman her age. Though, what William found quite pleasing, she didn't seem to feel the need to show off as some girls did. Her casual behavior and way of being made William appreciate the girl as his guest.

Also Michael changed quite a bit. And, as his father put it, he didn't sound like a "dying seagull" anymore.

He also changed his hairstyle a little, which quite pleased YN. Because.. he didn't look so silly anymore.

Their high school life was going completely fine, except.. there was one thing that was keeping them a little.. parted.

It wasn't about the lack of time, because of the amount of studying they must've gone trough to put the ends together and get trough each year somehow. This was a little more.. complicated.

It was about the way they've been spending their free time.

- You sure you really don't wanna go? -

YN asked Michael, as she put lip gloss on her rosy lips.

Michael stole a glance at her figure, hugged by an irritably short, black dress, with a cut leading to the half of her thigh. He swore the only thing he could think about seeing her, was how he just wanted to slam her on the cupboard and..

- Michael..? -

The man jumped out of his thoughts, and looked over at YN's eyes, looking at him with concern.

- Yeah, I don't wanna. You know, i understand you're 18 already, and all, but are YOU sure you wanna go out again..? That place you're going to with those friends of yours seems.. sketchy. -

YN wore on a sweet smile, and Michael knew he wouldn't be able to deny her anyways.

- Aww Mikey.. it's just that one time, i promise -

- Yeah, of course -

- Well.. I'll be back by midnight, okay? See ya! -

And there, she was gone. And even though she promised it would be the last time, she said that 3 times this week already.

•••

It was half past midnight when Michael woke up to the sound of something tripping down in their shared apartment. And when he scrambled out of his bed and room, he noted that this so called "something" was in fact YN.

- Hey, easy there -

He mumbled as he walked over to her, to help her stand back on her feet. Michael clearly could feel the smell of alcohol from her breath.

- Mikeeeyy~ -

She giggled, trailing a finger down his shirt-covered chest, making butterflies fly all over it. He held her hand in place, but she just took it as an excuse to rest her weight over him entirely, making the man's heart tremble and pump the blood all the way down his body, so somewhere he didn't really desire for it to go.

YN trailed her hand even lower, smirking and letting out a chuckle as she got acknowled of his arousal.

- Always so straight forward, aren't we, Mikey? -

She got so bold, to the point where she slid her warm hand into his boxers, palming him softly, but with firm movements.

Michael whined, his knees almost giving up under him. He has never been touched by a woman before. Partly because he kinda hoped for a situation like this to occur. But he was extremely unsure now. YN was drunk after all. But the way her hand felt around him.. it was heavenly. The girl smiled up at him slyly. She knew how she was making him feel.

- Aw Mikey.. You've wanted to fuck me for so long, haven't you? -

She sped up the movements of her hand, making the poor boy moan in pleasure.

But then her ministrstions halted.

- Use your words please, Mikey.. -

- Yes..! Oh fuck, wanted to fuck you so bad.. -

He was embarrassed by how much power she held over him. But, it was also arousing.

- Want you to fuck me too, Michael.. -

The girl whispered, before pulling him in for a kiss, their tongues dancing together, as YN's hand left Michael's boxers. She led him into his bedroom, and dropped on his own bed with him. They kissed for what felt like a long, lingering while, before they broke apart so Michael could spread needy kisses down the girl's body. She whined prettily for him as he removed her dress, revealing that she had no underwear underneath.

- And to think my father says you're such a good, nice girl.. Where are your panties, huh? "Princess"? -

His voice was sharp, but not as much as the push of his fingers inside the girl's core. Though it didn't hurt, completely the opposite - his fingers slid in with ease, as there was enough lube provided by the girl's evident arousal.

YN let out a pleased moan, bucking her hips forward, and fucking herself on his fingers. He pushed her down with his free hand, stopping her movements.

- What's that, huh, honey..? Stay still, let me take care of you -

He muttered, as his touch moved up her body to her torso, squeezing the plushy flesh of her breasts, as his lips pressed over her neck, feeling like molten lava. Then, Michael latched onto one of her nipples, sucking on it leisurely as his fingers pumped deep inside her silky wetness.

YN was squirming around, sweet noises escaping her sinful lips with each detailed push of Michael's digits. He moved them apart, scissoring her open, as the girl let out a symphony of moans. Michael then retracted his fingers from YN, licking them clean right in front of her eyes. He then pulled his shirt off over his shoulder, showing off the plates of his chest. He wasn't extremely muscular, but their shape was promising, and the gentle valley of his stomach - very enticing. Also, the bulge in his boxers was obvious now.

- M-Michael.. -

YN whimpered at the sight, not believing how lucky she was to belong to someone like him. Even if only for the night.

- I know. It's okay. I'll give you what you want -

He then slid off the last garment he had on, letting his cock free of the confinements. It stood up proudly, the leaking precum a sure evidence of his excitement.

The girl marveled at the view, saliva gathering in her mouth. She'd need to give him head, she thought, even if not tonight. For sure there'd be a chance some other day. Just imagining the taste, the size of it spreading her jaw wide open..

If heaven existed, YN was sure it was just that.

She was so lost in the lustful thoughts she didn't even realise that Michael was already waiting, pressed up onto her slick entrance and looking at her like a puppy who was denied a treat. All because he wanted to be 100% sure of her consent - even if she was drunk and didn't really know what she was up for.

Feeling the responding roll of her hips Michael stilled her, planting two hands firmly on either side of her waist. He swiftly pushed in, chunk by chunk, watching his girth slowly disappear inside her sleek heaven.

Her pussy really had a mind of it's own. Every move of each muscle, every contract, he could feel it in the depths of his soul. It was like an alluring paradise, sucking him in like it was meant to lure him in and never let go.

Slowly, Michael started moving his hips, savoring the way YN's inner walls felt, pressing against his cock and dragging along it. For YN, every, even slower move, felt like literal heaven. She felt the tip kissing her cervix, pressing deeply in the best way possible, in a way that had her seeing stars. She arched her back, willing to take more of him in, even though he was buried to the hilt inside.

Michael continued to move swiftly, the skin slapping noise becoming more and more audible, bouncing off the walls.

As well as both of their moans, needy, whiny, desperate.

YN pulled Michael into a silly kiss, their tongues entangling together as Michael's ministrations stuttered. He reached between the girl's thighs to gently stroke her clit, as his nirvana hit him.

He spilled inside of her, mewling out praises about how amazing she was, as he slowly moved his hips again, despite her clenching on his cock because of the orgasm that ripped trough her too.

They both were panting, completely spent after such a vigorous activity. Michael fell on top of YN, taking her into his arms and hugging her tightly, as he fell into a deep slumber.

Last thing YN heard before everything faded to black was Michael's peaceful heartbeat.

•••

After the events of their night together, everything between Michael and YN seemed to become.. awkward. Michael avoided the girl as much as he could, as if he was ashamed or regretted what they did.

YN was disappointed by his behavior - she figured out what happened after she woke up after the night in Michael's bed - and apparently Michael wasn't there. She thought that he felt something towards her, so after he avoided her like that.. she was a little disheartened.

Winter holidays were quick to come, and both Michael and YN got back to their homes for Christmas.

William noticed his son's odd behavior - he didn't mention YN anymore in their conversations, he didn't mention a thing about buying her a christmas gift like he always did.. exactly, nothing. This worried William, so he decided to "discretely" check on Michael's situation.

- Hey, kid.. did something happen? Why are ya so off all of a sudden? -

William asked one evening, when they were sitting down, eating supper.

- Me? Why? Everything's alright -

Michael answered, playing with the food miserably laying on the plate. William sighed, looking at his son with disapproval.

- What happened with YN? Why aren't you talking about her at all? And why haven't she visited yet? -

The man asked directly, looking at the boy with intense pressure set on him.

Michael knew there was no use hiding the truth anymore.

- I fucked up. Alright? I just.. did something I shouldn't have. And I regret it now. There's no way I can look her in the eyes after what happened. -

William abruptly raised an eyebrow. He didn't except his son's first step with YN would be.. that.

- So you two- nevermind. I understand. I think you should talk with her. If you don't want to come off as rude and disrespectful. I can imagine what she feels after doing this with you and being completely avoided. I'll be direct, son, you're making yourself look like an asshole. -

Seeing that Michael was processing the thought in his head, William continued.

- As soon as you get back, you should talk. And apologize for your behavior -

He advised, taking a sip of his tea. He pat the boy's shoulder and set his cup down.

Michael only nodded, too lost in his thoughts to answer.

But either way, knowing his son, William knew he'd make a good decision.

•••

After New Year's Eve, it was time to get back to the apartment, and school, of course. Michael was getting nervous as hell, knowing he had a big, serious talk to go trough.

As he got on the bus to the town, he immediately spotted YN, sitting alone. He walked up and sat next to her, after setting his things on a shelf above the seats.

- Hey.. -

He spoke softly, entwining his hands and fidgeting his fingers - something he always did when being stressed.

- Yeah, hey -

YN answered politely, looking to the side at Michael. And oh if her heart didn't start racing at the exact same moment, cheeks tinting pink.

- Listen.. I'm really, really sorry about what happened. I know you probably like me too much to admit to my face that i'm a piece of shit, we've been friends for so long.. I know that you probably see me as some kind of a monster now. But I swear, I didn't, by any means, want to make it seem like I used you. I would never do such thing, I-- -

Michael got so lost in speaking that he didn't notice that YN's hand crept up his arm and rested on top of his hand.

- ..And when have I ever complained about what happened? Have I ever accused you of taking advantage of me? I never said I didn't like what happened between us -

Michael's eyes opened wide and his mouth hung open for a moment before he composed himself.

- So you're not mad at me-? I'm glad -

He smiled and sighed with relief. A deep groan came out of YN's mouth.

- God damn it, Michael! Don't you even understand why I'm saying this!? Are you really this stupid?? -

The boy blinked in confusion, a little clueless to why she was mad all of a sudden.

- I see I have to be the one to speak up, because you never will. I have FEELINGS for you, Michael. I'm IN LOVE. And that's why I let that entire thing happen! -

Michael stared at her in shock, forgetting how to speak and think for a solid moment.

- I'm.. I'm sorry, YN.. I'm really sorry for being an idiot like that.. You really should have planted your feelings on someone else -

He chuckled softly, as he took her hand in both of his.

- I'll make sure to take you out on a nice date when we're back in town. And when there's time -

He smiled at her, and looked at her face, that was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen - her soft features basked in the soft sunlight.

- Do I need to explain that I love you too? -

He asked ironically, laughing as she nudged his side with her elbow. He exhaled happily as YN settled her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. He looked at her for a moment, before closing his own.

The last thing he heard before he fell asleep was YN's soft, steady breath.

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Goddamn it took me long to finished. I think it all doesn't make sense but i'm happy for making it this long 😔

Stay tuned for next parts!

(though i think I'll be taking care of the request first)

[hypn0ticx]

༉‧₊˚. Clingy, Messy, And Tiny !!

🌸Pairing(s): Emma Sano + Child!Male!Oc

🌸Scenario: In the case of which Mokka is a literal crybaby, who cries every single chance he fucking gets.

🌸Tags:Tokyo Revengers X Child Reader, Older!Emma, Child Oc, Fluff, Original Plot

🌸Warnings:A very messy baby wanting attention.

"U-Uwahh!!" A loud wail was heard, as Emma rushed into the room to see Mikey frantically holding his toddler nephew tightly towards his chest. 

She looked in relief, but immediately snatched her baby out of her brother's arms and into her comforting ones. Little Mokka soon calmed down, as he gripped onto his mother's blouse and nuzzled into her neck.

His little sniffles broke Emma's heart, as she rubbed his back and swayed around while humming a small tune. 

Mokka looked up to see his mother's honeydew eyes already staring at his own adorable pair and made a motion on his forehead, signaling her to kiss his forehead. 

She hummed and gave him a kiss, her lips curved into a smile on his flesh. Mikey pouted at the scene in jealousy, as he huffed loudly and walked away. 

Emma saw and chuckled, as she walked out of Mokka's bedroom and headed downstairs to see Shinichiro, Izana and Mikey all sitting on the couch and eating chips while watching horror movies.

She deadpanned and giggled, as she felt Mokka poking her cheek with his tiny, stubby fingers and kissed his own cheeks.

 A squeal flew from Mokka's mouth with his body squirming in her arms. Her lips curved into a teasing smirk with her fingers tickling her baby's chubby tummy, making him giggle loudly.

Amidst the playful atmosphere, the living room was filled with the sounds of laughter and joy. Mokka's contagious giggles echoed through the air as Emma's fingers danced across his chubby tummy, eliciting more delighted squeals from the little one.

As Emma continued to tickle her baby's tummy, she couldn't help but glance over at the trio engrossed in the horror movie. Izana, with his stoic expression, seemed to be the least affected by the film's suspenseful scenes. Shinichiro was peeking through his fingers, a mix of fear and fascination evident on his face. Mikey, despite his earlier pout, was now engrossed in the movie, chips forgotten.

The contrast between the lightheartedness in her arms and the tension on the screen brought a smile to Emma's lips. She shared a knowing glance with her baby, who was now squirming with excitement and reaching out to touch everything within his tiny arms' reach.

With Mokka's curiosity piqued, Emma gently set him down on a soft blanket spread on the floor. His big, curious eyes scanned the room, taking in the sights and sounds. He wobbled on his chubby legs, arms outstretched for balance, and let out a triumphant squeal as he took a wobbly step forward.

Seeing her baby's determination, Emma knelt down, her hands ready to catch him if he stumbled. Mokka's small hands grasped her fingers, his round face lighting up with accomplishment. Together, they took a few more wobbly steps, each one marked with sheer determination and joy.

Meanwhile, the horror movie reached a climactic scene, accompanied by gasps and exclamations from the trio on the couch. Emma's attention was divided between her family's reactions and her baby's adorable progress.

As the movie's tension finally eased, Mikey looked over with a sheepish grin, his earlier jealousy now replaced with amusement. The room seemed to exhale collectively as everyone relaxed from the suspense, and Emma found herself wrapped up in the love and connection that defined their moments together.

With a happy sigh, she scooped Mokka up into her arms, pressing a gentle kiss to his rosy cheek. As their eyes met, Emma and her baby shared a silent understanding—a bond between mother and child that transcended words.

And so, in the embrace of her family's laughter, Mokka's giggles, and the warmth of their shared love, Emma felt a profound sense of happiness that she knew would stay with her forever.

As the evening wore on, the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow through the windows of the living room. The room took on a cozy ambiance, the soft lighting mingling with the remnants of the laughter that had filled the air.

Emma gently settled Mokka into his playpen, where he eagerly grabbed at colorful toys and explored their textures with his tiny hands. The sounds of his happy babbling added to the cheerful symphony of the room.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Emma turned her attention to the trio on the couch. Izana, who had initially maintained his stoic demeanor, was now snacking on chips with a faint smile playing at his lips. Shinichiro had tucked a throw pillow over his face during the movie's intense moments, peeking out every now and then to gauge the scene's intensity. Mikey had finally torn his gaze away from the screen, amused by his nephew's antics.

Leaning against the doorway, Emma crossed her arms and grinned playfully at her family. "Well, seems like the horror movie marathon has turned into a comedy with our little star on the stage."

Shinichiro sheepishly removed the pillow, his pale cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and amusement. "Hey, I can handle horror movies, it's just… a lot of suspense, you know?"

Mikey chuckled and ruffled his hair. "Yeah, yeah, you're just a big softie at heart, big brother."

Izana gave a nod of agreement, his eyes holding a warmth that contrasted with his usual seriousness. "Indeed, it's refreshing to see the little one's laughter balance out the tension."

As they exchanged teasing banter and laughter, Mokka's curious eyes turned towards the sound of their voices. He reached out with chubby arms, as if wanting to join in the merriment.

Emma couldn't help but chuckle at her baby's eagerness. She walked over to the playpen and scooped him up once more, holding him against her hip. "Looks like someone wants to join the party."

Mokka's eyes sparkled as he babbled in response, his tiny hands reaching for the faces around him. Emma shared a knowing smile with her family, a silent acknowledgment of the joy that this little one had brought into their lives.

The rest of the evening unfolded in a perfect blend of togetherness and happiness. Mokka's giggles intertwined with the adults' conversations, creating a symphony of love and connection. The horror movies were eventually replaced by a lighthearted comedy, and even Shinichiro found himself chuckling at the antics on the screen.

As the night grew darker, Emma settled Mokka down for bed, his eyelids drooping as she gently rocked him in her arms. The rest of the family shared goodnight wishes before dispersing to their respective rooms, leaving behind a sense of warmth that lingered in the air.

In the quiet moments that followed, as Emma watched her baby drift into slumber, she felt a deep gratitude for the bonds that held them all together. Their love and laughter were a reminder that amidst life's challenges, there was always light and joy to be found.

And so, in the embrace of the night, surrounded by the soft whispers of dreams and the echoes of shared laughter, Emma found herself feeling truly blessed.

[tala-bez-i]

At first sight Chapter Thirty-Seven

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 3233

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You were sitting on the sofa with your arms crossed over your chest and watching the woman sitting in the armchair, who was looking thoughtfully at the photo of the man you had given her. Or at least she was trying to focus on the photo, because the pink-haired man walking around the living room was effectively disturbing the peace that had been present in the room until now. 

You looked back at Sanzu, whose temple and neck had visible veins pulsating. His handsome face was twisted in an angry grimace, and the hand he wasn't holding the phone in was moving violently and clenching into a fist every now and then. 

He was arguing fiercely over the phone with yet another person. He started with his brother, Takeomi, trying to call Tetta Kisaki, who didn't answer, and now he was shouting at Hanma, whose voice sounded quite amused by the fact how close Sanzu was to losing control of himself. 

Reason? Trying to get more information from your old colleagues from Valhalia, including all the necessary reports. 

Effect?  

*slap!* 

The man's open hand slammed down on your bar counter with all its strength. 

The effect was less than negligible. 

“Do you realize the seriousness of the situation?!” He yelled again, switching the conversation from speaker to normal mode. "No, damn it! This is not just about Y/n! And it's especially not about the prostitute!" 

“Maybe we should go back upstairs? You'll be able to think in a little more silence.” You asked Rosie, but she just shook her head and put the photo on the coffee table. 

“I think I saw someone like that about a year and a half ago, but I'm not sure.” 

“That's something.” You leaned forward a little and rested your elbows on your knees. “Do you remember where...?” 

“Hanma, for fuck's sake! Stop laughing and start talking, where is fucking Kisaki?!” Sanzu drowned out your question and both you and Rosie winced slightly. “What did you say?” The tone and level of his voice changed dramatically and you looked up at him worriedly. “What do you mean, since this case doesn't concern Mikey and Bonten, it loses priority?” 

Oh fuck... 

“Have you lost your mind, Hanma? The bastard was killing our whores! Until he's eliminated, pimping will be a loss!” Haruchiyo poured out his pills from the bottle and popped two into his mouth, washing them down with alcohol straight from the bottle. “Do you hear yourself or not? Yes, I know what could do the trick. No. We have to try other methods first. Where the fuck is Kisaki?” 

Rosie stood up from her armchair and slowly walked over to the window to look out at your garden. She rubbed her arms as if she was cold, but you knew it was because of the stress she was under right now. 

You wanted to stand up and go over to her, but Sanzu turned around and gave you a vague look. He nodded once. “Okay. Y/n will be over there tomorrow night.” He hung up and tapped his device against his open palm a few times as if thinking about something, then smiled crookedly. 

“Kisaki will prepare all the reports they have. You’ll have to read them on the spot. Maybe you’ll find some important information they haven’t shared with us yet.” 

“Maybe they'll have some pictures.” The woman chimed in, still looking out the window. 

“Yes, maybe they will.” Sanzu gave her a long look. “Do you remember anything?” 

“I'm not sure. When I was in places other than the brothels and Bonten's hideout, I was surrounded by crowds of people.” She rubbed her arm again and shook her head slightly, her blonde hair gently brushing her shoulders. “I may have seen someone similar, but I don't know.” 

Sanzu mumbled some curse. “I’m sorry, Sanzu. It didn’t occur to me that I should be observing all the people I would meet in my life.” The woman began, but he waved her off. 

“Your job is to spread legs for clients, not to keep a journal of observations.” 

“When you said you knew what would do the trick, did you mean to put out information on where to find me?” You asked, not taking your eyes off the gangster. 

“Don’t even start, Y/n.” 

You shrugged, leaning your back against the couch again. “I’m just asking. That’s how I would do it. I’m just a pawn, Sanzu…” 

“Shut your stupid mouth.” He growled menacingly and looked at his phone again. “Gather your things, Rosie. Takeomi will take you out of here.” 

The woman looked at him carefully before turning her head to you and you shrugged. 

“It’s my house, but he’s the boss.” You said and the pink-haired man snorted quietly. 

“And since when do you stick to that, huh?” 

“I guess we can say the jokes are over, don't you think?” You replied and silence fell over the living room, broken only by the ticking of the clock on the wall. 

“I'll go get ready.” The short woman said quietly, quickly leaving the room, as if sensing that a more heated exchange of words between you and Sanzu could occur at any moment. 

“Do you think I'm an idiot?” The man asked coldly, and you ran your tongue along the inside of your teeth. “I have no intention of handing you over to the enemy just because it's the easiest way. We have to do this once and do it right. What you're suggesting is simply taking a shortcut.” 

“What if Kisaki and Hanma don't have information that could contribute to the case?” 

“Kisaki always has something up his sleeve. You know that.” You raised an eyebrow but didn't deny it. “He likes it when his is on top.” 

“I would say that he was allowed to do too many things, but…” You spread your arms, which you then placed behind your head and looked at the ceiling. “Who am I to point that out to you.” 

Sanzu slowly walked over to the window, completely ignoring your statement and reached for the pack of cigarettes lying on the low table. He lit one and took a deep drag, exhaling the smoke very slowly. 

“I should have listened to him.” He mumbled quietly and you turned your head slightly to be able to hear him better. 

“Hmm? What are you talking about?” 

“Mucho told me to watch out for you. Not to let you get too close, because in time you’ll become my anchor.” 

“Anchor?” You frowned slightly, stood up from the couch and started walking towards him. “Even a year after his death, we were still just partners in crime. We weren’t even friends…” 

“And that’s how it should stay.” He looked at you with cold indifference, but there was something completely different in his eyes. “Boss and employee, nothing more.” 

“And yet it turned out completely different.” 

“It was all your fault.” 

“In what sense?” You asked, watching him very carefully. 

He grabbed your face with one hand and squeezed, digging his fingertips into your cheeks. He pulled you closer to him, took another drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke right into your face, but it didn’t make much of an impression on you. Your eyes were still glued to his face. 

“You accepted me for who I was. You cherished your feelings for me all these years, never trying to change me for a moment.” 

“I had nothing to say.” You said with slight difficulty, unable to move your lips freely. “You have always been my boss, and despite the current state of our relationship, you always will be, Sanzu.” 

“I want to beat the living daylights out of you, you know? Beat you so hard you won’t be able to get back up.” He turned your head to the side, took another drag on his cigarette, and brought it close to your face, close to your eye. “I want to burn you, disfigure you, so that no one will ever want you again.” 

“Then do it, but only if it gives you real satisfaction.” 

“You won’t set any conditions on me, L/n.” He growled and let you go, turning back to the window. 

You stood there for a moment, staring at the back of his head, fighting not to reach for him. 

“Have you already written me off?” You asked quietly, and the man’s hand, holding the cigarette, froze halfway to his mouth. “Tell me honestly, please.” 

“You were always written off.” He replied coldly, and your heart skipped a beat. “You were always a dog, a pawn, and you always will be.” 

You nodded and started to turn around to go upstairs and check if Rosie was ready for Takeomi’s arrival when Sanzu suddenly grabbed your forearm, pulled you close, and kissed you hard, completely surprising you. 

He tasted like a cigarette he had just finished smoking, but you didn't mind. You let him hold you, taking in as much of the closeness as you could, and when he pulled away from you, there was uncertainty in his eyes instead of anger. 

"I'm not done with you." He mumbled, tightening his grip on your hand. "You're mine, Y/n. Mine and mine alone, and I don't like the prospect of ending it, do you understand?" 

"Sanzu..." You gently stroked his forearm with your fingers, especially the area around his tattoo. “No matter how it ends, I will always be by your side.” 

“Don’t you dare make this conversation sound like a farewell.” 

“I’m not doing this…” 

“First you made me promise myself that if the situation required it, I would kill you, and now this. I will always be by your side. How else am I supposed to understand that, hmm? Can you explain it to me?” 

“You were the one who just said I was doomed from the start...” 

“Don't point out my own words, L/n.” 

You let out a short laugh. “Tell me, please. When was the last time we had such a serious conversation? I don't mean talking about some bullshit.” 

“Fucking girls in clubs is not bullshit.” Haruchiyo tried to joke, but his grip on your hand didn’t loosen even a little. 

“Sanzu…” You sighed, but suddenly the bell rang, signaling that someone was waiting at the gate. 

“It’s definitely Takeomi.” Sanzu let go of your hand and went to the intercom to check who was there. “Yeah, it’s him…” 

He let the man onto your property and you walked up to the door to greet the guest. 

As soon as you opened the door, Takeomi looked at you with a grim expression. “Good evening.” You said as you let him in. “Or at least I would like it to be.” 

“Me too. Did Sanzu talk to you?” 

“Depends on what…” 

“I’m just about to, there were more important things to discuss.” The aforementioned man cut in and Takeomi gave him a disappointed look. 

“Is something wrong?” You asked, looking from one to the other, waiting for some kind of explanation. 

“Someone turned Nagasawa in to the police.” 

“What?” You asked, surprised. “What about Junko?” 

Akashi shrugged and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket. “We’re looking for her.” 

“When did the police catch him?” 

“The day after he and Junko were taken from Glimmera.” The advisor took a drag on his cigarette and anticipated your question. “No, we don’t know who’s behind it. I have no idea why we found out about it so late. We told them to keep quiet for the first week, but we found out about the arrest this morning, straight from the street.” 

“But our contact at the police is Junko’s brother, he should let us know about any action, right?” You asked, frowning. 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t know about anything himself. After all, it was someone related to his family member.” Sanzu said. “Junko-chan has gone underground.” 

“Okay.” You shrugged slightly and rubbed your nose. “Oh well. You have to find her and that’s it.” 

“Oh well? Don’t you want to throw yourself into the search?” Sanzu asked, astonished. 

“Why would I do that?” You looked at him, equally surprised. “Bonten has people for that, and I have a much more important problem to worry about than looking for a drug addict.” 

“God, why are you so cold, Y/n. You and the lack of empathy?” Takeomi commented and looked towards the stairs, which Rosie started to walk down. 

“Y/n is right.” She said calmly and Akashi reached out to hold her bag so she could put her shoes on. “Junko-chan knows what she's doing. I don't think she's in danger.” 

“There's no sign of her...” 

The woman looked at the pink-haired man and smiled slightly. “I'll ask the girls, maybe they'll know something.” 

“What would prostitutes know?” 

“We often know a lot.” 

Takeomi laughed sourly and helped the woman up from the low seat, looking at her with interest mixed with a bit of fondness. He helped her put on her coat, gently straightening her hair and out of the corner of your eye you saw Sanzu giving him a strange look. As if his older brother had suddenly grown an extra head. 

“We all know Rosie is one of them, but somehow we sometimes forget. Funny, right?” 

“Indeed.” Haruchiyo grumbled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. “You’re taking her to the hideout?” 

“I'm taking her wherever I go.” The man answered him, placing his hand on the door handle. “Focus on finding Yuu, L/n. Use all your methods to get him. Mikey's counting on you.” 

“Good luck.” Rosie said, kissing you tenderly on the cheek, she took a step back, but suddenly Haruchiyo smiled mischievously and pointed a finger at himself. 

“Aren't you going to say goodbye to me?” He asked innocently and the woman also approached him, to say goodbye to him the same way she did to you. 

You watched with amusement as Sanzu looked at his brother for that brief moment, who bristled immediately but left the situation without comment. 

“So…” You began as the door closed behind the pair. “Junko and Nagasawa, were we supposed to talk about when I got home?” 

“Yeah, but you came back with something much better.” You returned to the living room and Sanzu sat comfortably on the couch, putting both feet up on the coffee table, knowing full well that you weren’t a fan of it. He folded his hands behind his head and looked at you through his eyelashes. “I should be at the Haitanis club right now, having a great time, and you should be there with me.” 

“Sorry.” You sat down in the armchair and rubbed your face with both hands. “When is Glimmera’s official opening?” 

“Madarame mentioned three more days for finishing work. The staff has barely changed.” 

“So?” You gave him a small smile. “We're getting rid of Yuji, and we are going to the opening, right?” 

“I can’t keep up with you, and I’m the one taking drugs.” Sanzu’s eyes sparkled at your words. “You were almost writing a will just a moment ago, and now you’re planning a date?” 

“A date?” You felt your smile grow, and at the sight of the corner of Haruchiyo’s mouth twitching, your heart skipped a beat. 

“Of course it’ll be a date.” 

“With a bonus?” 

“Hmm…” The man daydreamed and made a gesture with his hands, as if he was grabbing something in both hands and gently kneading it with his fingers. “Why not? I’ll let you have fun first.” 

A quiet laugh shook your body, which was echoed by Sanzu, and when he fell silent, you looked at him as if you were trying to remember what he looked like. You yourself caught yourself losing track of your own emotions. 

One moment you were making plans for the future and enjoying every moment spent with the man who had stolen your heart all those years ago, and the next you were starting to wonder if this might not be the last time you enjoyed his closeness. As if you had a feeling that you might not survive the upcoming clash with Yuji. 

You didn't want it to be like that and you knew you would fight with all your might. You had come out of all sorts of dangerous situations unscathed or almost unscathed, and yet you didn't know the upcoming risks. You didn't think it could be as bad as the meeting with Emiko and Sugiyama, but... 

You didn't know who else worked for your brother, and he himself had nothing to lose and was unpredictable. Sure, he was guided by some sick plan of his own, but did he really know his next step? 

“What are you thinking about, huh? “Y/n?” Sanzu asked quietly and you blinked, focusing your gaze back on the man. 

“About various things. I have a question...” 

“Yes?” 

“I saw some of your drug stashes in the bathroom...” 

“Fuck...” He groaned, rolling his eyes, but you decided to ignore his reaction. 

“Didn't we have a conversation about this? No stashes in my house or anything?” 

“Stop nagging. I was supposed to spend a few days here, I needed this.” 

“Will it disappear from here?” 

“Just let me know when you invite your uncle and the kid over and I’ll remove the dangerous drugs from your house for the time being.” 

“For the time being? Seriously, Sanzu?” 

“Y/n... You know I'll bring them back here anyway.” 

“At least keep them in the safe in the basement, okay?” You sighed in defeat and the man raised a thumbs up. “Are you going to sleep tonight?” 

“Maybe. Don't wait for me.” 

You nodded, stood up from the armchair and looked at the pink-haired man once more. “I guess I'll see you tomorrow, right?” 

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” 

You went upstairs and took a hot shower, after which you laid down in your bed and began to stare at the corner of the room, gently lit by the moonlight, trying to quiet all the thoughts in your head. 

Why did Yuji want to get your attention by murdering prostitutes? When did he start collaborating with Emiko? Or was it Sugiyama? So many questions that you might find the answers to once you find the source of the problem. 

 After a few minutes, when your eyelids were starting to feel heavy, a dark figure slipped into the bedroom and headed for the bathroom. You heard the door close quietly and a light appeared in the crack beneath it, and a moment later you heard the sound of the shower running. 

You rolled over to your side so that you could see Haruchiyo again before you fell asleep, but before you felt the mattress dip under his weight, you were already half asleep. 

With the last of your consciousness, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you without the slightest resistance. You nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of his still warm skin, and your breathing slowed. 

The man's slender fingers began to comb your hair, gently brushing it away from your forehead, and before you completely drifted off into sleep, you heard a quiet "I love you," to which you responded with an indistinct murmur. 

<PREVIOUS/NEXT>

[snkvnks]

❝ Mike Wheeler imagine ❞

Mainly because I have been inactive a lot so here I am trying to post something for once

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✰ Paring - Mike Wheeler x fem!reader

✰ description - Mike and y/n started dating after the the Snow Ball . this takes place in 1984

✰ disclaimer - Mike and el never dated in this universe this

✰ genre - fluff

✐ a/n - this is short but I hope you guys still enjoy it :)

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⇢ not checked

- “Hurry up y/n , we have to get to the party!” Mike exclaimed, I rolled my eyes at him , I put my Mary Janes on and chased after mike closing my front door behind me.

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- We got to his house , going to the basement he closed the door behind us, “Mike where is everybody?” I asked he sat on the couch, “Well, I kinda thought we should spend some time together alone.” he smiled sheepishly, I smiled softly back sitting down next to him . “You’re such a dork Mike.” I said cuddling up next to him , he smiled kissing my forehead.

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- We cuddled together and watched movies, I looked up at him “Mikey?” “Yes darling?” He hummed “I love you” I said hugging him closer to me , feeling his heart beating rapidly, he blushed looking at me , “ I love you too y/n” I kissed him on his soft lips , he blushed his cheeks turning a rosy pink . I loved him a lot and I’m glad he feels the same.

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please don’t copy or translate my work !

[freddy5bear]

HELLO Y'ALL!! :3

My name is Sebastian, I'm trying to become a writer and I wanted to start with something small, So id like to get into fan fiction!!

THINGS I WILL WRITE FOR:

Hazbin Hotel/ Helluva Boss:

Vox,

Alastor,

Lucifer,

angel,

husk,

Adam,

Rosie,

Molly/Mollie,(my interpretation)

Fizzaroli,

stolas,

Asmodeus,

Chaz,

Striker,

Loona,

Verosika,

Blitzø

I also love writing for some AU versions of some of them, like Shark!Vox, human alastor etc.

Detroit: become human:

CONNOR♥

Ralph💕

Kara

Makus

Luther

The Jerry's

Nines

Gavin

Simon

North

Hank (only platonically cause I don't feel comfortable writing a romantic situation with him.)

Please specify which route as well, like deviant!Connor, Pacifist!Markus etc.

Arcane:

VIKTOR♥

Jayce

Mel Medarda

Jinx (maybe)

Vi

Caitlyn

Silco

(I have never played league of legends and have only seen arcane so if the lore is inaccurate or it's super out of character for them in the game I am sorry🙏)

Spooky month:

(Characters I will NOT write for.)

any minors, if you do wish to request an aged up version of them i can do that, or if it's a platonic thing.

I WILL NEVER EVER EVERRR WRITE ANYTHING WITH FRANK(THE KIDNAPPER) ROY'S UNCLE, OR ANYTHING WITH BOB PHYSICALLY HURTING THEIR S/O. you can still request Bob but I won't write anything like, " he eats your arm and your attracted to it! *makes out*"

Cuphead:

(Casino cups):

Cuphead

Mugman

The devil

King dice

Chalace

(I'm not sure about the other characters cause I don't know all their lore)

Rise!TMNT:

(AGED UP.)

Leo

Donnie

Raph

Mikey

April

Casey (Jones and Jr)

Hipnopotamus

Repo mantis

FNAF:

I cant list every character bc I love most of them, will not write for the souls inside the animatronics, will base it off of other media with their personalities not relating to the kids. Again, not writing for minors. Wich means, no golden Freddy, circus baby, or the bidybabs. I can't really picture those without thinking that they are children.)

Sonic the hedgehog

Will write for:

SHADOW♥♥

Sonic

Silver

Knuckles

Amy

Blaze

Rouge

I will not write for tails bc he us a child, and I will write for some fan kids, though I need full proof they have given you permission for me to write about them in the way that you want me to, if not I will ask them myself :3

RULES:

Absolutely no noncon.

I won't write reader that is not the gender the character is attracted to, like I wouldn't write a female reader for Angel unless platonic, and any other character that has a confirmed sexuality. even if there is a widely agreed apon head cannon for the character I will still interpret that as up for grabs. Ex: Leo from rise, lots of ppl agree he's gay but it's not been confirmed so I would still write female reader if somebody asks.

I will write smut, my writing when It comes to male characters, Dom or sub is exceptionally better than my writing for women, but I'm here to get better at it so pls still ask.

Please no abusive relationship asks, I don't want unhealthy relationship ideals to become something people look for in relationships.

If any of these things are requested to me you will be reported and blocked.

Also if a character is not in the fandom/list I made, please still ask! I am in many fandoms and like getting into new pieces of media, so although I may not know the request at the time I'd love to get more into the fandom and then write for it!

Also please specify weather you want a platonic, fluffy or smutty fic, otherwise I'll pick for you😈 (it'll be smut guys dw.)

I will not write character x character or character x oc, UNLESS it's like, an amazing ask, but it's not common you'll see me write smth like that. I WILL do specific reader traits though, ex: Bunny!reader (LITERALLY ME GUYS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH♥♥) hellborn!reader, mutant!reader, etc.

One last thing, I love drawing! If you ever see any kind of fiction you would like to see drawn, I would love to, please send an ask/request to draw a part in a fic! Only thing is that I will/can not draw any smut, nor will it be digital, I can really only do traditional art, so enjoy my low quality photos of paper😋

I can't wait to see requests from everyone, and be able to write them! I hope u have an amazing day/night, remember to eat and drink smth today, and dont stay up all night reading smut. (AHEM...)

-Fredd5🐻