#angry fluff

[buccini555]

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

♡ ⊹ 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 ♡ ⊹ 

⊹ He tends to be quite shy at times, so he doesn't express himself very well, but he's super affectionate and attentive.

⊹ He often writes you notes saying how he feels about you.

⊹ When you seem to be sad, he spends all his time by your side and giving you hugs.

⊹ He always gives you some cute little gifts like keychains and stuffed animals.

⊹ When you are together you usually spend most of your time at home watching series or movies.

⊹ He is a little jealous of you, but he avoids showing it.

⊹ Every day he sends you cute messages, usually he uses a lot of emojis.

⊹ He always does everything to cheer you up, being super affectionate and loving, plus he really loves to see you smile and always says that your smile is very beautiful.

⊹ He makes up cute nicknames for you.

⊹ Sometimes he makes you some cupcakes, he spends a lot of time looking up recipes to make them for you.

[kaylasficrecs]

it’s true, the refs do get paid to help the chiefs win. i’m so glad that line was included in here, so have no idea how validated i feel with that.

also, i straight up did want to fight that girl.

take a breather — joe burrow

summary — its a few days after the loss to the chiefs and you and joe decide to go out for dinner. unfortunately, there’s kc fans everywhere

warnings — fem!reader, established relationship, reader gets defensive and starts gets in a fight, fluff, some suggestive comments, mean comments, implied smut

note — not every chiefs fan is like the one in this fic, i know that, but for the sake of this fic the reader interacts with a pretty mean one. also this is SO long y’all oops

THE LOSS TO THE CHIEFS was as shocking as it was devastating. for a while, you thought they were safe. you believed that the bengals would win against the chiefs, their longstanding rivalry. joe talked about how excited he was, he talked about how he was ready to take them on after the grueling practice they had.

so, when the chiefs won by one point, everyone’s heart dropped. anger and frustration swirled around in your head, the cold feeling of sadness making it a sour cocktail. it was a good game, filled with many good highlights and great plays, but you knew that joe was already beating himself up about it.

you tried your best to be there for him, reassure him and help build his confidence back up. the night after the game was the hardest, especially since you both were battling intense emotions.

flashback

the silence that fell between you was thick. you tried your best to remain neutral, to be a grounding force for joe. being home didn’t change that.

he didn’t bother speaking to you as he walked in, making a beeline for the stairs. you stopped in your tracks, trying your hardest not to cry.

“please talk to me,” you begged him softly. you knew that joe took things at his own pace, which normally meant alone. you’ve had to help him realize that he’s not alone, and that you could help share the burden.

“i’m not in the mood for talking, y/n,” he informed you, barely looking at you. you bit your lip and flicked your eyes up to the ceiling to stop the oncoming tears.

“do you want anything to eat?” you asked him, walking into the kitchen.

“no, i don’t.” he answered shortly. you nodded, and as he went to go up the stairs, you went to follow him.

“i want to be alone, just leave me alone, y/n,” he snapped, turning his eyes to you, eyes that were iced over. as much as you hated to do it, leaving him to his head, you inhaled and exhaled slowly.

“ok, i’ll be down here if you need me,” you told him, barely evoking a response out of him. so, that was that.

flashback end

joe did apologize for his behavior, swearing he was going to try his best to keep you with him. ever since that night, he’s done just that. he’s confided in you about more than he ever has, and you were proud of him for being vulnerable.

ever since that night, he’s also been clingy. he never wants you to feel the way you felt that night, the way he made you feel.

“we’re going on a date tonight,” joe announced as he walked in the door from practice. you looked up at him from your spot on the couch, raising an eyebrow.

“what?”

“we’re going on a date tonight, you know, the thing normal couples do,” he playfully reminded you. you smirked, putting a bookmark in the book you were reading and closed it. it was refreshing to see his eyes lit up, to see how he glowed with a renewed sense of hope.

“alright, where are we going, ya know, as a totally normal couple?” you played along with the joke, standing up from the couch and walking over to him.

“there’s a nice place downtown, the one we always say we want to go to but never do because of how busy we are,” he excitedly told you. seeing his smile again after the two losses was refreshing, but it also just made you fall even more in love with him.

“oh yeah, the place that apparently has really good burgers,” you smiled up at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “you asking me on a date, burrow?”

“why yes i am,” joe chirped. he was chipper, and you knew that he was taking the losses hard, but you also knew that he couldn’t feel down for long. joe knew his job for the next game, and he was going to finish it.

“then i accept,” you smirked, and in response joe leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“good. i’m gonna get a shower, then the bathroom is all yours. we’ll leave around 6,” he told you as he made his way towards the stairs. his timeframe gave you about 2 hours to get ready, which was plenty of time.

“sounds good,” you replied, feeling butterflies build in your gut. despite having dated since your time at lsu, you still got butterflies whenever you and joe would go on a date. you guessed that feeling never goes away.

—

about an hour and half later, joe is dressed and ready sitting on the edge of the bed. you, on the other hand, are putting final touches on your outfit for the evening. it was something breathable, but cute. you put your earrings in and fluffed your hair. once you were happy with your look, you applied your perfume and put on your shoes.

“damn mamas,” joe commented as he watched you emerge from the bathroom. a blush crept up on your cheeks as you walked towards him.

“hope that’s a good thing,” you hummed as he stood up. he was dressed in a black button up, jeans, and platform van-type shoes.

“oh it definitely is,” he mused, leaning down and pressing a soft and quick kiss to your lips. he knew he’s been clingy, but he also knew you didn’t mind. ever since he got snappy with you, he’s never wanted to sound like that ever again. be knew there’d be losses, especially tough ones, but he needed to work on how he processed through it. he couldn’t drag you through the mud too.

“mmm good,” you hummed. it was in that moment you realized that you could stay with him all night, in that bedroom, on that bed and not go on a date. but, dates were rare during the season, and plus dates were fun. you and joey always had fun on your dates.

“we should get going, huh?” joe asked, almost sounding disappointed.

“i’m hungry, so yeah,” you chuckled, making joe crack that beautiful smile of his. you both walked out to the car, joe opening your door of course, and he got in the driver’s seat. he pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the restaurant.

—

the restaurant wasn’t packed, but it had a decent amount of people in it. the hum of conversations drew you in, but what pulled you in further was the sweet smell of food.

you two were quickly seated and ordered your drinks. you looked at the menu, browsing the different options.

“this all looks amazing,” you commented as your eyes saw a pasta section of the menu.

“if i were like, infinitely hungry, i’d get the whole menu,” joe agreed, and you snorted.

“ok, joey,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“what? think about it, if you never got full and have an infinite amount of space in your stomach, you could realistically have several meals in a sitting,” his eyes grew wide with this theory, and you loved whenever he got like this. it was the cutest — and hottest — thing ever, well, for the most part.

“ok, but what about your intestines? they’d be begging for mercy,” you replied as your drinks were settled in front of you. you ordered your choices of meals, gave the waitress your menus, and continued talking.

“ok well in a perfect world they wouldn’t be,” he replied, sass evident in his tone. you laughed, shaking your head as you took a sip of your water.

“i need to pee, i’ll be back,” you informed him, standing up from the booth.

“speaking of intestines,” he commented, earning a glare.

“that’s your bladder,” you whispered as you walked off. joe only rolled his eyes as he sipped his water. he watched as you disappeared into the bathroom, and patiently waited upon your return.

a few minutes later, he caught movement in his peripheral and he flicked his eyes over, hoping to see you. he did, but with a very different expression on your face.

“excuse me?” you seethed, your eyes wide with anger. the girl you were standing in front of had the audacity to speak ill of joe in front of you, but also to speak ill of you. in front of you.

“you heard me the first time, i said your boyfriend would have played better if he’d been getting taken care of at home,” the girl replied. it only enraged you further, especially since she had no right to be involved in yours and joe’s private life.

“and what does your boyfriend do? sit at home and criticize the guys he’ll never be?” your words were just as venomous, your adrenaline driving you even further.

“for all i care, i hope he tears a ligament again. all this hype around joe burrow needs to stop, or maybe he just needs to retire already,” she kept going, and you’ve never seen red before until that moment. this girl had no idea the rehab joe went through, the mental blocks he had to overcome just to get to this point.

words weren’t enough to voice your anger, the rage that fueled you. you laughed, allowing some of that tension to release, but also because you thought it was hilarious some random woman was criticizing joe burrow.

you took a step towards her, your hands curling into fists. you saw what joe went through, you knew of the dark place he went to after his injury. she didn’t, and it pissed you off that she wanted him to go back there again.

“i hope he has another season ending injury, so for once, other teams can have a chance and stop listening to bengals fans’ whining,” she continued on, and the more she did, the more her words added fuel to the fire. it was the final thread in a rubber band, and you snapped.

you shoved her away from you, your eyes hard and angry. you went for another, your muscles tensing to make sure this one hurt, but strong arms pulled you back. you knew it was joe because of his scent wafting over you, but you didn’t much care.

“don’t you dare,” you growled, fighting against the hold joe had on you. your hands tried to pry joe’s arms off of you, but your attempts were futile. what distracted you for just a moment was the feeling of his muscles rippling under his skin as you went to shove him off.

“i bet you got scared when that helmet came off, huh? well, i wasn’t,” she kept mouthing off, and you knew she was doing it on purpose. she wanted to see how far you’d go.

“it’s nice to say that when your team gets paid by the refs to win games!” you hissed, body tensing with every word. neither of you were going to back down, and joe could see that. he’s never seen you this angry, he’s never seen you go after someone like that.

“walk away, love,” he calmly told you, whispering in your ear. he moved to stand beside you, using one arm to hold you place instead of two. you strained against him, anger radiating from every pore. your straining made him eventually wrap his other arm around you again.

“y/n,” he looked down at you, and even though you weren’t trying to plow through him, you weren’t exactly backing down. it was admirable, really, how you went to war for him. you didn’t have to, but you did. you would defend him until your dying breath, even though he never asked for that. he just didn’t want you to get hurt.

“listen to your boyfriend y/n, this is a fight you’d lose anyway,”

“you’re not helping,” joe snapped, turning his eyes towards the girl. she didn’t seem to get the memo, not entirely caring that joe was addressing her. you, however, did notice. the way his jaw was clenched, the way his muscles were contracted, it was hot.

“why’s that?” you retaliated, anger still coursing through your veins. joe was trying to keep you from getting away from him. it wasn’t helping that the other girl kept moving towards you.

“because, unlike your boyfriend, you’re too pussy to fight anyone,” she was so confident it killed you. you managed to slip out of joe’s grasp, lunging for this girl, but joe caught you by the bicep. he drew you back, pressed a firm hand to your chest and walked you back.

“that’s enough,” he sternly told you, thankful you were walking with him. your eyes flicked to meet his, just for a moment, and in that moment you were the most turned on you’d been that whole day. feeling his hand firmly but gently guide you back, hearing the sternness in his words, it made that all too familiar ache begin to take hold in your stomach.

that feeling didn’t last long though. your irritation and anger came back the second you made eye contact with the girl again, wearing that obnoxious red jersey. you wanted to say something back to the girl, but no words were coming to your mind. your emotions were all over the place as joe walked you back. you watched the girl as her own group walked her away. they should’ve done that earlier.

you two left the restaurant, and once you were alone, you slipped away from joe’s grip.

“what the hell was that?” joe asked, now facing you, “i have never seen you that angry,”

“you heard what she said! she-she was saying all of these things about you, about how she wished you snapped your ligament again and retired! i couldn’t just let that slide!” you argued back, your adrenaline still on a high.

“you could have! people say stupid shit!”

“i saw what you went through! i’ve seen you rise above it, i’ve seen you grow and to have her laugh in the face of that is disgusting!” you defended, tears now pooling in your eyes. you watched as he processed, and you felt a tear drip down your cheek. there was a beat of silence. joe sighed, walked up to you and wiped the escaped tear with the pad of his thumb.

“you didn’t have to defend me, but, thank you for doing so. as much as i appreciate it, and don’t mind at all seeing you get fired up, i just don’t want you to get hurt,” he hummed, cupping your cheek with his hand. you sniffled, feeling your body crash from the adrenaline rush.

“i know,” you exhaled, “but next time we play the chiefs, we need to pummel them into the ground,” you sniffled, and joe just chuckled, bringing you into his arms.

“we will,” he promised, kissing the top of your head, “were you really scared when my helmet came off?” he asked, and you looked up at him in disbelief.

“yes, i was terrified,” you admitted, burying your head in his chest. you knew the likely hood of a concussion increased just because he played football, but you knew how scary they were. you’ve heard of too many players who’s seasons ended because of a concussion, or even worse, their lives ended.

“i’m ok, i promise,” he assured you. as he held you, his remembered the look you gave him earlier in the restaurant.

“what was that look for earlier?” he asked.

“what look?” you mumbled against his chest.

“that look, the look you give whenever you’re feeling a certain way,” he answered, causing you to part from him. he didn’t miss it, how could he? he’s seen that look several times before, but he’s never seen it in this context.

“oh…”

“oh what?” he chuckled, watching as your cheeks flushed.

“it’s nothing, just pure emotion,” you lied. you were feeling a number of things, and arousal was just one of them.

“you liked that, huh?” joe gave you a cocky smirk, the kind that could get you into trouble. his tone didn’t help either.

“oh leave me alone,” you playfully shoved him, walking towards the car. he wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing the side of your head.

“i would be lying if i said i wasn’t also turned on,” he hummed in your ear, breaking the hard exterior you had on.

“is that so?” you mused, casting a look up at him, “remember how it feels to not be sore, love, because after tonight you will be,” you hummed, your eyes darkening with desire. your tone sent him into overdrive, not to mention your confidence. he wasn’t sure if he was going to make it home or not. he wouldn’t be necessarily complaining if he didn’t.

he was in for a long night.

YOWZERS this is long. not sure how i feel about it BUT it’s probably the longest one i’ve written, so c’est la vie. but what inspired this was joe holding back ja’marr at the game on sunday and i went crazy with it. enjoy!

[suksatoru]

oh nothing, just bakugo being jelly of your plushies...

katsuki lays sprawled on your bed with one, muscular arm shifting onto your side. he rips away the stuffed animal that was laying peacefully in your arms, before promptly chucking it full force across your room.

"katsuki!"

he ignores you, nuzzling into the spot where your hello kitty plush was laying previously- right on your chest- as he wraps his arms around you with a satisfied sigh

"what the hell was that for?" you whine, attempting to push him off- which unfortunately doesn't work, because he lowers all of his body weight on top of you as you gasp and squirm in his arms- telling the heavy bastard to get off and go get your plushy!

"she was lookin' at me funny. piece of shit."

katsuki yelps loudly when you pinch the muscle of his arm, scowling even further as you look at him with a glare

"she can't help the way her face is! go say sorry!"

he mutters something under his breath as you pull your brows together in confusion, watching his red eyes glare angrily at the hello kitty plushy that laid helplessly on the floor

"hm? what was that?" you asked sternly as a growl rumbles deep in chest. he lifts his head from your stomach, his lips curling into something similar to a pout as looks away

"she took my spot too... i guess." he huffs, flipping off your cuddly companion as you blink back your surprise. a soft giggle leaves your lips as you realize what was going on. katsuki was just jealous.

"you know you're my favorite, right?" you coo, gently threading a hand through his spiky hair as the tension from his back disperses. he sinks further into your body as he nods his head slowly

"damn right I am." he mutters, pressing feather soft kisses onto your tummy as you gently bop your nose against his

"i love you, katsuki." you whisper, watching his eyes soften a fraction at your words as he sighs

"i know, brat. everyone does."

he braces himself for impact the moment the words leave his mouth, hiding his face against your skin as you smack his head with a wack! he groans with a laugh, sending you a small smile - one that was specifically reserved for you.

"now, can you please go say sorry to her?" you cross your arms, looking down at him with a hopeful smile as he squints back, tightening his arms around your waist stubbornly.

"hell no."

"katsuki."

"...fine."

[galaxycurious]

Original character this time. One of my main group of travelers wondering through the desert. Here pictured on a little yellowed photography from the period.

[misspygmypie]

Ginge With Lando & His Overly Affectionate Girlfriend

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader Requested: Yes, another one for @remmysthings ❤️ Summary: Angry Ginge can't keep himself from making jabs at Lando and his girlfriend Words: 849

Please do not repost, thank you, and leave some feedback :)

Angry Ginge and Lando were in the middle of filming yet another video together. Their friendship had garnered a respectable following for their shared humor and chaotic antics. For today’s video, they met at Lando’s place since Ginge was already in Monaco for vacation, and it was supposed to be a straightforward review of the newest gaming gear. However, Ginge had other plans.

“Alright, Lando, let’s get this party started!” Ginge exclaimed, clapping Lando on the back with enough force to nearly knock him off the chair. “Welcome back, everyone, to another episode of ‘Ginge & Lando’s Adventures,’ where we test out the coolest gear and I get to make fun of Lando.”

Lando’s laugh immediately filled the room, a warm and infectious sound. “You know, one of these days, I’m going to get you back for all these jabs.”

Ginge snorted. “Sure, sure. We’ll see how that goes. But for now, let’s get to it. And hey, speaking of ‘getting back,’ look who’s here!”

The door creaked open, and Y/N walked in, carrying a steaming cup of coffee and wearing a smile that made Lando’s face light up instantly. She walked over to Lando, who was now wearing a goofy grin, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, lovebirds,” Ginge called out with a smirk, tilting his head towards the camera. “Nice to see you two being all cute and lovey-dovey. Did you come by to remind Lando to stay smitten?”

Ginge put on a mock serious expression, placing a hand over his heart. “Ah, the daily dose of affection. How romantic. Tell me, Lando, does Y/N have you wrapped around her finger, or are you still pretending to be a rugged racer?”

“Just bringing Lando his coffee. And yes, I’m here to remind him how amazing I am" Y/N laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Lando rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his grin. “I’ll have you know, I’m perfectly fine with being wrapped around her finger.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow playfully. “Is that a problem, Ginge?”

Ginge shook his head. “Oh, no problem at all! I just find it hilarious how you two are so completely absorbed in each other. I mean, you guys make every day feel like a cheesy rom-com.”

Y/N chuckled, wrapping her arm around Lando’s shoulder. “Well, someone’s got to keep Lando from turning into a complete hermit.”

“Touché,” Ginge said, putting a hand to his heart in mock defeat. “Alright, let’s get back to the review before I start feeling all gooey from this lovey-dovey vibe.”

As the filming continued, Ginge made a few more playful jabs at Lando and Y/N’s relationship. He turned to the camera with an exaggerated sigh. “You know, I wonder if we should just rename this video ‘Ginge With Lando & His Overly Affectionate Girlfriend.’ It might get more views.”

Lando tried to stifle a laugh, shaking his head, but failed miserably as a deep red blush crept onto his face. “Oh, shut up, Ginge.”

“Ginge, are you saying you don’t appreciate our affection?” Y/N, pretending to be offended, placed a hand on her chest in mock horror. 

“Not at all!” The red-head said with a wink. “I just think it’s a bit much for a gaming video. But hey, if it makes you two happy, who am I to complain?”

After the video wrapped up, Lando and Y/N shared a smile, clearly enjoying the playful banter. Ginge, meanwhile, was still chuckling to himself, clearly amused by the day’s events.

“Thanks for stopping by, Y/N,” Lando said, giving her another quick kiss, this one lingering just a bit longer. “You made the video more fun.”

Y/N smiled back, her eyes sparkling with love. “Glad I could help. And don’t let Ginge get to you too much. He’s just jealous of our cuteness.”

Ginge shook his head, feigning exasperation. “Jealous? Me? Never. I’m just here to keep things interesting. And trust me, this is as interesting as it gets.”

As Y/N prepared to leave, she paused at the door, glancing back at Lando and Ginge. “You two better not be late for dinner. I’ve got a reservation at that new place we all wanted to try.”

Lando’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh, right! I almost forgot. Thanks for the reminder, Y/N.”

“No problem,” Y/N said, giving Lando a final wave before stepping out. “Have fun with the rest of your filming. And Ginge, try not to embarrass Lando too much.”

Ginge gave a mock salute. “I’ll do my best. But no promises!”

As the door closed behind Y/N, Lando turned to Ginge with a grin. “You know, you really should try to be a bit nicer. I’m sure you’d make a lot more friends if you weren’t always so cheeky.”

Ginge raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, if it weren’t for me, who would keep you on your toes?”

Lando laughed, shaking his head. “Fair point. I guess I can’t complain too much.”

[reaperfeels]

Hahaha chifuyu sofa for you

TR Boys When Their Kids Get Sent Home

FT: Hakkai, Kazutora, Chifuyu, and Angery

CW: Cussing, Fluff, Fighting, Dad!Tokyo Revengers, Mentions of Bonten/Yakuza Toman, Protective Dad, Intimidation

A/N: Another request post back when I was on my other account...before it was SHADOW BANNED!

HAKKAI

"He was sent home?" Hakkai gapped, not even having a second to set his bag or bike helmet down. He had just come home, and you had been waiting.

The second your eldest son Takuya had come home you had taken his phone and sent him to his room. The school had sent him home barely mid-way through the day, and he hadn't told you why. It took the school calling you to tell you he had slammed a lunch tray in a kid's face for you to find out what was going on.

"Yes, the school sent him home and he's on a two-day suspension." You groaned, rubbing your hand over your eyes. You had thought to call Hakkai earlier that day, but he had a fitting with Mitsuya and even though he would have rushed right home and Mitsuya wouldn't have minded, you knew this new fashion show coming up was a bigger deal than either two let on.

"Why didn't you call me? What did he do?" Hakkai dropped his bag, fully walking into the living room. "Is he ok? Did you take his phone?" He rambled on question after question. Your frantic, worried, and awkward love of your life.

You ran a hand down his cheek with a small smile. "Takuya is fine. I took his phone and he's in his room. And I didn't call because I knew you and Mitsuya were walking on the new line, and this could wait. I know this new show is important, and we can always handle this when you get home." You sighed and looked back to the hall which you son's room sat. "And as for our son, he hasn't told me anything. He won't say anything. But the school did call, and apparently Takuya slammed a tray into another student's face and he broke the kid's nose. His parents are considering pressing charger."

God, you missed the Toman days when no one would even think to consider such a thing. That had saved yours and Hakkai's assed more than once. But now? You husband wasn't a ruthless division vice-captain of a bloodthirsty gang anymore. He was a model, and while you love that, and you were far safer now than you ever had been before, you missed the days when no one fucked with you.

"He what?!" Hakkai yelped.

You understood the shock. Takuya had never been a particularly violent kid before. Or confrontational. He was a rather sweet and timid child. His memories of the gang days were very fuzzy and limited. He'd never had to be ruthless or angry or violent before. So, finding out he smacked a kid in the face with a tray was surprising to say the least.

"I don't know how to get him to talk. He handed me his phone and went straight to his room. He hasn't been out once." You groaned and ran a hand through your hair. You'd never had to deal with this behavior from Takuya before. Now, his sister on the other hand, well Mitsuki had been hanging around the Baji and Sano kid a lot more than you were completely comfortable with.

Hakkai groaned out and started down the hall to your son's room. Confused and slightly worried, you followed close behind. Takuya was a rather sensitive child, and you didn't want Hakkai to be too rough with him. Hakkai was sweet and loving, but he still had that side of him that could intimidate others.

Without knocking or announcing his presence, Hakkai swung your son's door open. Sitting on his bed, looking as though he had been staring at the wall for hours, was Takuya. His eyes widened at the sight of his father, but he didn't move.

"Wanna tell me about your day today?" Hakkai cut right to the point, his hair coming out of its bun and his eyes anger and flared. You wouldn't be surprised if your son was close to pissing himself.

Takuya shook his head frantically, and then looked to you for help. Shaking your head you said, "The school called. Said you smashed a lunch tray into another student's face."

Frowning, your son snapped his head down to his bedsheets. "He deserved it."

"You broke his nose, Takuya!" You snapped.

"Should have done worse." You son said bitterly.

Hakkai and you shared a glance of shock. Your son had never acted so aggressively before. Shock turns to concern as both of you approached the bed before sitting down on either side of him.

"What happened today?" Hakkai asked a little more gently this time, but Takuya wouldn't speak.

"Honey, you need to tell us what happened. This kid's parents are considering pressing charges. You need to tell us what happened." You said softly, cupping you son's cheek. The dampness of it didn't go unnoticed.

"He's such a dick." Takuya finally said, his voice cracking ever so slightly. "He picks at me daily, and I don't care. I can put up with his shit, but today he started in on Tsuniya. She hadn't done anything to him, and he just slammed his shoulder into her today! And he did it so hard she nearly fell!" His eyes snapped up. Big green eyes like yours, so full of tears of anger and hurt. You felt your heart break. Relief brushed over your heart as you realized your son hadn't had some drastic change of character seemingly over-night.

You could feel the bubbling wrath oozing out of your husband. When you looked at him you felt your throat climb into your throat. He was pissed-on a level you hadn't seen in a long time either.

"I'm sorry, Mom, but I'm not sorry I broke his nose. He can hit me all he wants, slam me into as many lockers as he likes, but when he slammed into Tsuniya I just acted. I hadn't realized what I did until he hit the ground and I saw the blood on the tray." Takuya's voice caught, coming out in more of a hiccup.

Sighing you kissed your son on the forehead. "Takuya, you did the right thing. You're a good boy." You pulled his phone from your pocket and handed it back to him. "Just next time try not to break another kid's nose please. For me?"

He nodded and hesitantly took his phone back. Hakkai kissed his head, saying pretty much the same thing you had, and followed you out the room to give the boy some privacy. As soon as the door clicked you could see your husband's shoulders tense up.

"Hakkai?" You said softly spoke, reaching out for his arm.

He turned his gaze to you, and you flinched from the utter fire burning in those eyes. The same blue eyes that were normally soft and carefree and full of love and compassion. You didn't know whether to try and calm him, or just allow him to burst.

"Did the school tell you the name?" He growled out. You shook your head.

"It's a minor, Hakkai. They can't give out that information." He didn't want to hear that, but it was the truth. The most they told you was the kid was an upper classman and that his parents were thinking about pressing charger. "The school said we can request a sit down with their parents. Do you want me to call them?"

The only answer you got was a grunt before he was on the phone himself. Calling Mitsuya.

You had called the school the next day, as soon as the school hours had started, and they had said they would reach out to the other child's parents. It didn't take longer than an hour before the school had called back and said they had agreed and wanted to meet as soon as school was out that day. So, you called Hakkai.

Now you sat in the school office waiting for Hakkai to show up. Only when he did, he wasn't alone.

"Mitsuya?" You jumped up from your chair, rushing to meet the pair outside the office door. Both looked ready to kill. Mitsuya himself looked like he could kill.

"Are they here yet?" Hakkai hadn't bothered to greet you, rather jumping right into business.

You nodded, before guiding them to the conference room the secretary had said you would be in. On the other side of the long table were a couple with angry and judgmental expressions stretched across their aging faces.

Principal Josai stood quickly, his chair rolling back from the movement.

"Mrs. Shiba, you said you and your husband-"

"I'm her husband." Hakkai shot, a glare piercing through the elderly man's bravery. "And this is Takashi Mitsuya, the father of Tsuniya Mitsuya, the girl my son was defending against your son." The air turned cold and stale. You could feel the tension building in the atmosphere around you. The couple across from you looked appalled and insulted. You could laugh.

"Mr. Josai, it seems as though the information you got yesterday was a bit lacking." You stated coldly, your eyes never leaving that of the woman's across from you. "Takuya had filled in a few holes yesterday when his father and I had sat him down. And I think they should be shared with you, and the parents of the other student, before any further or legal action is taken." You crossed your arms, standing your ground. For your son, you'd fight Mikey Sano if you had to.

"Our son-"

"Had shoved my daughter so hard she had nearly fallen to the ground. After Hakkai called me yesterday afternoon I asked Tsuniya and she broke down. Her mother said my daughter had a rather large and angry bruise across his shoulder and chest." Mitsuya snapped, the ice in his voice like a tundra. "Now, if these two want to follow through with the charges against Takuya Shiba, than I would like to take further legal action against their son for the aggravated actions taken against my daughter."

"And I would like to press assault charges for the constant harassment and physical abuse my son has been subjected to." You spoke up. While the two next to you were like frozen blizzards ready to freeze anything near them, you were a blazing fire ready to turn everything and everyone to ash.

"And I'd like to warn you two that I have some of the best and top lawyers in Japan, but I will gladly hire more if need be." Hakkai growled.

The couple across the table looked disgusted and hateful, but in the end the husband grunted allowed before saying, "We would like to retract any charges against Shiba. We won't be moving forward any legal actions against the school or the student."

Hakkai and Mitsuya both did not budge or flinch as the two began to exit the room. However, it was Mitsuya who growled a low threat as the two passed him.

"If your son touched either my daughter or Takuya again, you won't have time to regret it."

KAZUTORA

Hime walked into the house, slamming the door hard behind her. Even though her actions were aggressive and heated, she looked calm and bored. Not a good sign. You loved your daughter, but she had the tendency to act as though a ticking time bomb like her dad.

"Hime?" You call out from the twins' nursery. Hopefully the slam of the door hadn't woke Tomoya and Tya. "Honey?"

"I'm in the kitchen." She said flatly.

Slowly closing the door to the nursery, you prepared for the explosion that was soon to follow this eerie calm permitting the air. Slamming a soda bottle onto the counter, you daughter looked as though she would rather through the glass bottle against the wall.

She knew better. The dent in the wall from last time was still blemishing your living room wall.

"Hime, if you wake your siblings, I swear I will throttle you." You threatened half-heartedly. You could see something had obviously upset her. "What wrong? Why aren't you at school?"

You swear the glass bottle was going to crack under her tight grip. Her eyes looked crazed and tight. "I left."

"You left school?" You twitched. You swear this girl was going to be the death of you one of these days. Either that, or the reason you sat in a jail cell.

"Well, forcefully left I guess." She groaned, letting the bottle go. Thankfully.

You took a deep breath, debating on whether you should sit down for this. "What happened? The school hasn't called." You looked the phone. You're sure you hadn't heard it go off today. Had it? Did you miss it?

She hesitantly handed over a crumbled piece of paper. You could tell she was wanting to retreat to her room, but instead stood still in her place. She knew the second you read that paper you were going to kick down her door, the twins' sleep be damned.

You read over the note slowly. Gripping the marble counter tightly, you resisted the urge to combust into a raging fit of yelling and spitting. You didn't know whether to be pissed with your daughter or the school.

"You were expelled?" You said tightly, relying on the power of God to keep you from lunging at your daughter. "For what?" You swear you could feel the marble start to give under your grip.

"Keep reading." She said, her eyes still locked on the bottle, refusing to look up at you.

You kept reading the letter. Your anger bubbling hotter and hotter as you did.

"Hime Hanemiya, you took a knife to school?!" You finally popped.

Looking up quickly, Hime backed further into the kitchen corner. "No, I didn't take the knife to school. Dad did! He dropped his pocketknife when he dropped me off, and he was gone before I realized." She defended quickly, attempting to calm the raging volcano of anger in front of her. "I told the principal it wasn't mine. I told him it was dad's but he didn't believe me. He said he couldn't risk the possibility and with my family's history-"

"Excuse me?" You were taken aback. "They said what to you?" Your wrath now pointed at someone other than your daughter.

"He said due to my family's history, he could not take the risk with his students, and I would be expelled effective immediately." She said calmer, her shoulders beginning to lose the tension in them.

You felt like you were about to shut down a very humane part of you. Slowly, you nodded your head. You turned to grab your keys and purse, heading for the door.

"Watch your siblings." You said shortly before you slammed the door behind you.

On the way to the school, you called Kazutora. You could hear Baji on the other side, yelling in utter shock and anger. Kazutora's tone seemed deflated as you told him, and even though you wanted to rip him a new one for his pocketknife incident, you didn't want to add to the guilt you were sure he was feeling.

Luckily, you got to the school first. Storming past the check in desk, and the yelling secretary, you kicked the principal's office door in. The student sitting within jumped so hard you thought they had snapped their own back.

"Get out." You seethed, failing to sound calmer than you were.

"Excuse me, what are you-"

"Kid, get the hell out of here." You snapped, the child jumping to his feet and scurrying as fast as he could. You slammed the door close behind him before prowling to the desk and slamming your hands down onto the hardwood.

"You kick my daughter out of your shitty school, and you don't have the courtesy to even call me?" You scream so loud you're sure the walls were rattling. "On top of all of that you decide to use something she was not a part of, or even born for, against her?" You were fuming, and you were sure you were spitting you were so mad.

"Mrs. Hanemiya-"

"She doesn't even know about that! You have now informed my minor daughter of her father's past actions! How do you even find it appropriate to talk to her about something like that?" You slammed your hands down again, causing the man to flinch hard.

You were completely lying, however. You and Kazutora had sat Hime and Tora down a long time ago and explained Kazutora's past to them.

"I didn't-"

"Know? Hm I wonder how in the hell you even know about that? Considering the fact that all incidents in Kazutora's past had been expunged and classified as locked. So how in the hell do you know and think it's ok to inform my daughter of any past transgressions either of her parents have? Who in the fuck do you think you are?" You were sure your voice was going to give out soon. Either that or your lungs. Whichever came first. "My husband is a good man. He is also not who he once was. And even if he was that is not even your damned business. You're business is to teach my child and make sure she get a good education-which you are clearly failing at!"

"I-I-"

"Don't know what to say?" You heard Kazutora's calm and chilling voice behind you. You didn't move from your hovering position over the desk.

"Mr. Hanemiya, I'm-"

"You're going to reenroll my daughter into your school. That' what you're going to do. And I am going to forget you ever inappropriately discussed my past with my daughter, and then used it against her." Kazutora smiled kindly. A fake smile. A terrifying smile. Tilting his head to the side, his bell earing tinking in the process, he looked the principal in the eyes with the dead empty eyes he used to scare others with. "Since you seem to know so much about my past you must know I myself was a minor when those little past transgressions of mine, which means once I turned of age my past was wiped clean and my file was classified as sealed and locked. My daughter wasn't even a thought until I was twenty."

"Mr. Hanemiya, I didn't mean any disrespect by-"

"Yes you did, but that's ok. You're going to make it up to me by allowing my daughter to come back to school. And you're going to refrain from any other slip ups." Kazutora's smile grew wider and the veins in his neck tensed further.

"Y-yes. I will see Hime Monday morning." The man nodded quickly, a wet spot forming in his pants. You didn't hold back the fit of laughter that chimed through the room coldly and manically.

"You have a good day, sir." Kazu winked before swiping his arm across the desk, throwing everything on it to the floor. Including the computer monitor. You punched every hanging picture and certificate hanging on the walls, shattering the glass everywhere.

"Have a lovely day, Mr. Inumaki." You waved behind your head as Kazutora draped his arm across your shoulders and leading you out the room.

You hadn't felt a rush like that or intoxicating thrill in a very long time.

CHIFUYU

The second you walked into the pet shop you could feel the tension in the air. Baji and Kazutora both seemed on edge, and obviously avoiding the back room. When Baji looked up and saw you, he winced. Physically winced. That scared you.

"You set a microwave on fire!" You heard Chifuyu's voice raised octave you felt in your soul.

"He set a microwave on fire?" You whispered over to the two eavesdroppers. You never expecting something like this when Chifuyu called and said to rush over to the shop. And that he had Koutaro.

Kazutora winced at the next waves of screeching. Baji nodded from his spot next to the cats.

"More like blew one up." He said muttered as he acted as though he was organizing something.

Normally you'd scoff at his posture and pretending to be working. He was the damned owner of the store. One that neither Chifuyu or Kazutora would ever bark at for not doing anything. But you got what he was doing it this time. And you now understood why the closed sigh was up on the door.

"I didn't mean to!" You heard Koutaro scream back.

Baji, Kazutora, and yourself all gawked at the closed backroom door. The sheer bravery your son had these days was something to honestly be worried about. He seemed to be a little more ballsier than he should be.

"Oooh, he dead." Kazutora deadpanned.

Baji tried to not to laugh in sheer shock and turned to you. "You might to get back there before he kills 'Taro."

As you rushed back there you heard something break and you were praying it wasn't your son.

When you pushed the backroom door open you found a glass container of dog treats on the floor between Koutar and Chifuyu, and you were pretty sure it was 'Taro who broke it. But the worried mother in you kicked in before the thought fully process.

"Did you fucking throw that at my son?" You screamed at Chifuyu who jumped back and tensed up.

"Hell no!" He snapped back before turning back to your son. "He did. He slammed it onto the floor!"

"Koutaro! What in the hell has gotten into you?" You look at the glass on the floor, the utter shock his face that he even threw it.

"I-I didn't mean to." He said quietly.

You take a deep breath and exhale slowly. "'Taro, baby, what happened today? You blew a microwave up?" You look at him, waiting for him to gather his thoughts.

"I didn't mean to! I was talking to someone and I put my lunchbox in the microwave. I didn't know you put a metal fork in it!" He flung his arms around, and as you thought you stopped breathing, you saw Chifuyu tense in the corner of you eyes.

"A metal fork?" You spat out in disbelief. "A fucking metal fork, Chifuyu?" You turned to you husband, you head whipping around so fast you thought you gave yourself whiplash. "You but a metal fork in our son's bento box? I trust you to make one fucking lunch while I go the damned doctor, and you put a metal fork in our son's disposable lunchbox!" You threw your purse at your husband.

He had the audacity to scream and yell and traumatize your son, and yet was to fault the whole time. You had asked him to pack a simple lunch for your son so you could go to the doctor for your prenatal appointment, and he screwed up this bad? You just expected him to swap Koutaro and Ima's favorite sandwiches on accident. Not blow a damned microwave up.

"I thought he would look before he stuck it in a microwave." Chifuyu defends quickly. "Honey, you need to calm down. Stress isn't good for the baby." He tried to divert the attention off of him.

"Calm down?" You screech. "You calm the fuck down on the couch tonight. How's that for cam down, Chifuyu? Come on, Koutaro. I'll take you to eat, since your father screwed your lunch up." You grab your son's arm and haul him out of the back.

As you leave you can hear the two idiot behind you.

"Chifuyu is dead."

"Oh, yeah. Dead as hell."

ANGRY

Sota was a normally very shy child. Never getting into any trouble...unless he was with his cousin Noha of course. He stayed to himself or minded his own business. And before high school the only fights he got into involved Toman Gen 4. He wasn't a violent child.

But then again, we all have our limits. It was just particularly bad when he or his father reached theirs.

You knew that.

So, when the school called you saying they would be sending him home for the next few days, you were sure someone else must have been in self-defense.

The lack of injuries said otherwise.

"Sota, what happened?" You asked as you saw the dried tears streaks down his face.

Crying in your house was always a bad sign.

"I don't want to talk about it." He muttered, looking down at his feet.

"Tood bad. Start talking." Souya demanded as he walked around the corner, out of your bedroom.

Sota looked to his father and then to you before looking back down to his feet. "They were trying to hustle some kids, and when one of them tried to snap this underclassman's arm I couldn't just stand by." He pushed out quick.

"Who is they, Sota?" You raise a brow, looking back to Souya who did seem to be too pleased with the short explanation.

Soya looked up again, his big blue eyes shining from the tears that had left. "Just some kids. Guys in my class."

As you opened your mouth to ask another question, Souya jumped in. "Tell us the truth. What happened at school today, Sota?"

Sota flinched and looked back down at his shoes. "Noha had jumped a couple guys last week, and when I heard them in the hallway talking about retaliating, I lost control." He said sheepishly, muttering it under his breath.

"Phone. Now." Souya held his hand out. Sota looked like he ewanted to argue, but when your husband raised his brow, the boy decided against it. Handing over his phone, Sota sulked. "No Toman, no games, no phone until I decide. Home and school, that's it. And the next time you decide you want to fight unprovoked there will be no bike, no more Toman, the PlayStation will come with me, and the phone will be mine."

Soya looked on the verge of regular sad tears, and yet you couldn't feel bad for him. He knew better than to snap on people like that. You had been over it numerous times. Your son was different than regular kids his age. His strength out weighted others by tones.

So, you watched him sulk to him room and thought how lucky you were to have married the only normal guy out of all the Toman men. God had blessed you and you could not have thanked him more. Because if you were married to Smiley you could only imagine the utter chaos your household would have to endure.

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗟𝗘𝗙𝗧 𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘

　　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where, after a difficult week, Matt takes out all his stress on Y/N, causing great damage to their relationship.

WARNING: Fighting, yelling, cursing, dark thoughts. ANGST!

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anons and @ivoncheetooo1239

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

Part 2

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"I don't know where you want to get with that, Matt." Y/N sighed, closing her eyes tightly for a few minutes before opening them again, keeping them fixed on the road in front of the car. She had her head resting on her right hand, and her elbow braced next to the passenger door window.

Matt, as usual, had gone to pick up Y/N from work after her shift, but he was surprised to have to wait for an hour in the car for his girlfriend to finally be released, as her boss had demanded that she had to work overtime.

Despite being wrong, Matt felt furious.

His week was more than hectic with the start of sales of the 6 million clothing collection, as he and his brothers had to spend hours autographing photos of themselves that would go with each order. In addition to - by Nick and Chris's choice -, the three of them were the ones who hand-packed the first ones, which resulted in Matt having to stay awake until late hours, and waking up early everyday to fulfill his other tasks.

With all that, having to sit in his car for an hour, with only his phone and in such an uncomfortable seat seemed to increase his irritation, and he couldn't help but start an argument with his girlfriend, feeling like a pressure cooker about to explode.

"I'm just saying that you don't stop at home anymore. You just work all day, as if it was your number one priority in life. And now you've started this nonsense of working overtime!" Matt accused, gesturing exaggeratedly with his right hand while keeping his left one on the steering wheel.

"It's not like I asked to work overtime, Matt! You and your brothers have worked in a grocery store once, you know how it works-"

"Don't you dare bring up Chris and Nick's name. They have nothing to do with your lack of responsibility within a relationship." The boy took his eyes off the road momentarily, giving her a cold look that sent shivers running up her spine.

"Matt, you're being ridiculous! I understand your week has been tiring-" Matt cut the girl off again, shaking his head nervously.

"No, you don't know nothing, Y/N!" His tone was arrogant, a tone that the girl didn't remember ever hearing from him. "I'm exhausted because of my own work, and I still have to come and pick you up every day! And now you make me stay stuck in this car for an hour, waiting for Miss Perfect here to decide to leave." His voice gradually increased in volume.

Y/N could already feel the sensations of the ugly crying that was about to come, taking a deep breath and counting to 10 in her head.

"Then don't pick me up anymore, Matt! You were willing to come every day after my work just until some days ago, but if it's so hard for you now, don't come anymore." Y/N replied, her tone lower than her boyfriend's but still carrying much stress.

"How can you be so ungrateful?" Matt shouted, slamming his hands against the steering wheel violently.

"Matt, look, I'm sorry- Hey, keep your eyes on the road!" Y/N ignored the pang she felt in her heart at the brunette's words, fear rising through her veins as she saw the car move further away from the main road, as a result of his lack of attention.

Her eyes were wide as she raised her hands, ready to grab the steering wheel if necessary.

"You know what? I'm done." Matt spoke through gritted teeth, turning the car sharply to the right until it stopped on the side of the road.

"What are you doing? Matt?" Y/N asked, her breath coming out shakily as her eyes traveled down the dark, deserted street, to her boyfriend's face, which seemed to be covered in a gray cloud of hate.

"I'm done with this. If you don't want to take responsibility for your own mistakes and don't understand the seriousness of this relationship like I do, then maybe it's not worth the effort." He unlocked the doors, crossing his arms and keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his nostrils flaring as a result of his hard breathing.

"M-Matt, don't do that." The girl tried, swallowing hard.

She reached out her hand towards him with the intention of gently touching his arm, but Matt pulling away roughly, as if she were a plague, made her stop abruptly for a few seconds, her hand slowly lowering.

“I need to think, Y/N.” He shook his head, resting his elbows on the steering wheel and laying his head in his hands, closing his eyes tightly. "Get out." He demanded sharply.

Y/N's eyes widened, her heart stopping momentarily.

"W-what? Are you crazy? Look at the time, Matt. How am I going to-"

"Get out." Matt interrupted her, not once looking up. His tone was flat and cold.

Y/N looked at him for a few more seconds, as if waiting for him to apologize and say it was all a sick joke. But that never happened.

She quickly pulled the car handle, grabbing her purse and getting out of the passenger seat. The cold night air hit her body with force as if needles were piercing her skin, eliciting a strong shiver from her members.

Her hand pushed the door hard, closing it, the sound echoing like a dull thud. Her eyes watched the car restart not even a second later, screeching away.

Y/N remained still for a few seconds - or minutes -, watching Matt's car disappear into the distance, her hope of him turning around slowly disappearing.

"Come back." Her voice sounded so broken, just like her insides. "P-please."

She spun around, taking note of the street completely deserted of cars or humans, the only source of life being the streetlights.

The girl quickly hooked her purse onto her right shoulder, crossing her arms tightly around her torso and beginning the steps of the long walk she would have to take to get home - if she even could call that place her home anymore. The possibility of Matt kicking her out after the events made her legs tremble.

Her throat started to hurt from the crying that she was still holding back. The emotions rising in her chest were like bile in her throat; It burned and hurt like never before. Her heart felt like it was being crushed by a human hand, and it didn't take long for loud sobs to escape her lips, her eyes stinging from the hot tears in contact with the freezing wind.

It was minutes of walking without stopping, her feet ached from the tension in her body, a result of the intense cold and the several times she turned back, checking if she wasn't being followed.

The familiar street soon took over her blurred vision, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. Thick tears were still rolling from her eyes, but her sobs had stopped, being replaced by small sniffles.

Y/N shuffled down the sidewalk, passing the houses neighboring hers, before finally stopping in front of her front door. Her hands, practically frozen by the cold, opened her purse in a quick movement, rummaging through the smaller pockets, looking for the key.

She closed her eyes tightly when she couldn't find it, vaguely remembering just throwing it in the glove compartment of Matt's car that morning since she was in such a rush and still eating her breakfast.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she fished out her phone, cursing under her breath when she noticed that the battery was almost all gone. Just her lucky day.

She quickly unlocked the screen, going into her contact list and clicking on Chris's one. The boy answered on the second ring, surprising Y/N.

"Y/N? Thank God, where are you guys?" Chris's voice sounded relieved. Y/N frowned, her mind creating thousands of horrible scenarios as to why Matt hadn't gotten home yet.

The path she took, which took her almost 30 minutes of walking - or more, since she was walking slowly due to the cold - would not even take 15 minutes by car.

"C-Chris, open the door for me. Please." Her voice was broken, her teeth chattering as her body felt the temperature drop even more now that she stood still.

"Are you out there? Alone?" He asked exasperatedly. The sound of his bed shuffling sounded from behind, probably the result of him getting up.

"Yeah... Just hurry, please." Y/N repeated, her tone completely vulnerable.

The line went dead at the same instant. Her right hand - which was holding the device - moved away from her ear quickly, her eyes only finding the negative battery icon.

She threw her phone into her purse again, her eyes prickling with new tears that wanted to flow. Her mind created terrible thoughts about herself and her day, and all she wanted most was to sleep and perhaps never wake up again.

The sound of keys sounded on the other side of the door seconds before it was abruptly opened. Chris's figure appeared, his wide eyes carrying immense concern as they roamed Y/N's body, seeming to search for any injuries.

"Oh my God, you're freezing." He confirmed when he noticed her shaking, gently pulling her inside, before closing the door again. He rubbed his hands over Y/N's arms, which, even though they were covered by the fluffy jacket, were still extremely cold.

The warm air from the heater inside the house welcomed the girl's body gracefully, surrounding her like a thin blanket. She sighed, closing her eyes momentarily.

"Where the hell is Matt? I thought he was going to pick you up." Chris asked exasperatedly, helping her take her purse off her shoulder, hanging it on the rack next to the door.

Y/N felt her eyes fill with tears again at the mention of her boyfriend's name. An ugly sound of choked sobs escaping her throat caught Chris's attention, who stopped his movements and turned his eyes to her.

"Oh no, what did he do?" His tone was gentle as he approached, pulling her into a tight hug as he watched her shake her head in denial repeatedly, her lips trembling. "Let's go to my room, you need a hot shower and fresh clothes."

Chris slowly stepped away, keeping one of his hands on Y/N's shoulders, guiding her through the kitchen and down the stairs towards his own room.

The door was already open - being left like that when the boy rushed after receiving her call -, the two of them just passing through it before Chris closed it, keeping the hot air trapped between the four walls.

"Go take a shower, I'll get you some new clothes from your closet, okay? There's a clean towel in the cabinet under the sink." The boy indicated, watching his sister-in-law nod weakly, a low "thank you" escaping her lips before she could enter the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

It didn't take long for Y/N to step out again, already dressed in the Fresh Love sweatshirt set that Chris placed on the sink - just by putting his arm between the door and the frame.

Even though she wanted to melt like hot water and go down the drain just like her tears that fell imperceptibly, her feet hurt too much to support her weight for even another minute, begging for a rest.

Chris was sitting on the right side of the bed, his back against the headboard and his legs above the duvet, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, seeming to be waiting for her.

The sound of the bathroom door closing attracted his attention, and he quickly locked his cell, putting it on the bedside table before tapping the empty space next to him, silently calling Y/N to sit there.

The girl walked to the indicated side, lifting the duvet and sitting on the mattress, staying in the same position as Chris, but with her legs covered.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" He asked calmly, watching her closely, trying to read her expressions, but seeing only an ocean of pain in every line of her face and eyes.

"Matt left me in the middle of the road." She swallowed hard, shaking her head while closing her eyes tightly. "We had a fight. My boss demanded from me to work overtime and I forgot to tell Matt, so he ended up waiting for me for an hour in his car. He was tired from the day and the week, and I think the stress built up on both our sides, and he just started yelling at me." Y/N shrugged, sniffing momentarily, trying to hold back her tears.

"Wait, he left you in the middle of the road, alone and in the cold? To come home walking?" Chris's eyes widened, a look of disbelief occupying his blue orbs as he tried to process the information.

"Yeah." The girl's voice sounded low and vulnerable, her head lowering and her eyes focusing on her hands above the duvet, feeling embarrassed by her boyfriend's actions. "I tried to intervene at some point, but he was so mad." She took a deep breath, biting her bottom lip hard, the pain almost numb next to the one she felt in her heart. "I don't know what I did wrong, Chris." Her voice broke, a dry sob escaping her throat.

"I'm so sorry for my brother's actions, Y/N." Chris sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. "I promise you did absolutely nothing wrong. Don't let those thoughts get the best of you."

"I just... Maybe I'm not really giving our relationship enough credit. Or maybe I'm not enough to fit into Matt's life patterns and busy days." She douted, playing with her fingers as a nervous act.

"Why don't you try to get some sleep? I imagine how tired you are and it's late. We can talk about this tomorrow, but try to clean your mind for now, okay?" He suggested.

Chris helped her lay down after receiving a nod of agreement, adjusting the duvet over her body. The girl moved her head, laying it on his left thigh, seeking comfort. He quickly put his hand on her hair, stroking the area calmly, lulling her into sleep.

After making sure she was already dreaming, the boy moved her slowly - so as not to wake her -, laying her completely on the mattress before getting up. He sat down in his gaming chair, crossing his legs on the seat.

Chris closed his eyes tightly, massaging his temples, trying to reduce the tension there. His eyes remained on Y/N's figure, caring for her sleep like a worried older brother, longing to have the power to erase the entire event from the girl's memory.

Matt would hear from him when he arrived.

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Commission for @sophia-sol of our understanding and depictions of Oviraptor through time.

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Birdritch

Inspired by

This is not from any scene written by @clockwayswrites

tried something different and wanted to leave it with a sketch like pen strokes.

But yeah!! Have a ANGRY birb with random baddie and spicy baby!

[visikonn]

[darlingbabyboo]

Could you please make a part 3 of tr x bimbo reader with Hanma, Souya and chifuyu, please?? Have a great day or night <333

Note: I love this request! I thought ppl wouldn't like bimbo reader and I'm so happy that ppl are receiving it well :) These are such good characters too. I added a few people since I got to this late (also Hanma's is a little nsfw). Part 1 (Draken, Takemichi, Mitsuya, Baji, Smiley, Mucho) Part 2 (Kazutora, Izana, Bonten! Mikey)

"You're my angelic slut!"

♡ Even more Tokyo Revengers and their bimbo gfs ♡

Hanma Shuji

Oh my god I thought Smiley would be bad but this man would be a menace with a bimbo!gf

He lies to you on a daily basis bcs he knows that you'll believe him

He will be saying shit like 'recent studies show 🤓☝️' completely out of his ass bcs he loves the look you give him

Your bright eyes look to him, captivated with all the lies that he's feeding you

He thinks that your stupidity is hot af and the stupider you get the harder he is

Do not trust this man to help you shop bcs he will be giving you some floss as a top and and lacey underwear bottoms okay

And for my ladies who are bimbos but still like to cover up don't worry he'll give you the flashiest shit ever that probably says property of Hanma on the back

He loves you okay but be wary around this boy

"Ow babe, you know that hurts."

You eyes widen in horror, ripping your hands away from tracing the ink on his hands, "really?" You whisper.

He nods, sagely with his fake wisdom, "yeah, every few months the pain from tattoo comes back, when you touch me it hurts like a bitch."

"Oh, I- baby I didn't know!" You tear up, hating the thought of hurting Shu in any way possible, "I swear I didn't mean to hurt you!"

He nods, pulling you into his chest to calm your sniffles, "it's okay babe, you didn't know." He pretends to think, "and there might be a way to help me..."

You look at him, wide eyes looking to him and nod eagerly.

"Well... kisses always work."

"And it won't cause you pain?"

"None at all pretty girl."

"Okay!" You smile, peppering kisses on his hands, before cupping his face and pressing your lips against. He deepens the kiss, moving you so you're straddling his lap and grinding against his growing bulge.

He sure got lucky with you, huh?

Chifuyu Matsuno

He's so flustered at the sight of you

He's pretty confident in himself but he never actually expected to get a gf

Since you're his first one he kinda has no idea what to do with you

He rly doesn't want to mess things up

He doesn't even register the fact that you're 'slutty' bcs all he knows is that you're the hottest person that he's ever met in his life and he has absolutely no idea how to function without you

He worries so much but he's such a 10/10 boyfriend

Gets most of his ideas from manga but they usually get messed up because you would not get a clue if it walked up to you and gave you its number

Chifuyu will say something like, 'my heart is forever yours' and you're about call an ambulance bcs you think he's having a heart attack

Pray for him he's doing his best 🙏🏾

Certified good boi so he does his best to make you smarter but my mans is not God

He knows that you're a lost cause but he's gonna keep trying fr bcs he loves you

But he has a tendency to get distracted...

"And if 4 plus 4 is 8 and 4 times 4 is 16 then 4 squared is..." He watches you bite your lip and turn your wide eyes to him, hoping that he'll fill in the blanks.

He sighs, "baby, you're not gonna learn anything if I keep helping you."

"But 'fuyu!" You protest, throwing yourself across his lap, and jutting your lip out, "I don't get it without you explaining it for me!"

"That's the problem..."

Your pout deepens and you suddenly sit up straight. He blushes when you place your hands on the side of his face.

"I don't get it 'fuyu, more kisses pls."

He should refuse because he loves you more than the world itself but he knows that you're jackshit at math. His eyes look down at your puckered lips and he folds, moving you gently and pinning you to the bed.

When the both of you lock lips he knows nothing is going to get done today.

Souya (Angry) Kawata

We got another flustered boy here

It's made even worse bcs he was not the one who confessed to you

Smiley told you bcs he got sick of his constant ranting about how beautiful and kind and pretty you were

Angry hates his brother and loves him for it bcs you embraced him in a hug that got him feeling high for days

He worships you completely

Your slutty outfits

Perfect queen 🥰🥰🥰

He making homemade food for you for breakfast lunch and dinner

Compliments you all the time bcs that's what you deserve

Can you tell I have a favourite

He is in love with you so much and will not tolerate any sort of slander towards you

You best hope that someone doesn't call you stupid bcs they will be jumped by the entire fourth division he is not fucking around when it comes to you

He doesn't even take that shit when it comes to his brother

No one will talk bad about you under his watch

"Damn, your girl dumb as hell."

He looks to you. As of now, you're jumping up into the trees, attempting to catch a cat that got stuck up there from yesterday's storm. It's a noble attempt, if not a bit ruined due to the fact that you're ignoring the ladder of branches at the side of the tree that would help you get to the cat.

That wouldn't even be so bad if you weren't also neglecting to ask one of the neighbor's for a ladder, especially the one who has a ladder leaning against their front door.

He turns back to Smiley, scowling at the insult, "don't talk about her like that." Hands curling into fists, no matter what you do he can't stand the thought of you being disrespected.

Smiley holds his hand up, not in the mood to get his faced bashed, "fine... but you should really go help her."

He looks back to you, seeing that you've now started to meow to the cat, trying to convince it to come down by itself.

He can't stop the smile creeping up.

He's so in love with you.

Ran Haitani

You would assume that he'd be a menace but he's surprisingly sweet

Most people assume that he's with you bcs he wanted some arm candy but he's really just in love with you

Rindou is the unfortunate witness to how obsessed Ran is about you

When Ran sees you're being a dumbass all he does is smile and do his best to answer the question

He loves when his girl starts asking him how he can tell if it's AM or PM

He thinks you're too adorable

His love is not an act okay

He lives sleeps and breathes you

Half the words out of his mouth have to do with you bcs he thinks you're just so amazing

Rindou stops himself from screaming when he sees Ran leaning against the kitchen counter. The last time he caught Ran awake in the middle of the night the other had almost skinned him alive.

A Ran that just woke up from a nap was not a good Ran.

He relaxes when he sees you move to Ran's side, offering him some hot chocolate. Ran would never expose you to his violent side. "Thank you angel," He says as he accepts the drink, taking a sip and placing his arm around your waist.

"Ran..." You start, and Rindou can't wait for whatever bullshit you're going to spew this time.

"Yeah angel?"

"Why does your tattoo keep changing?"

He raises an eyebrow and looks down at his arm. Experimentally, he flexes it.

"It happened again!" You exclaim as his muscles tense, art rippling with the muscle.

Rindou has no idea how he deals with you sometimes. You're sweet, you're just... something else.

Ran doesn't react to the strange question, only offering a half-hearted shrug. He runs a hand through his hair, "I think it's because my skin stretches as I flex or something... and the tattoo is on my skin so it's affected too." He watches you, wondering if the answer is satisfactory.

You beam at the response and curl into him, placing your head on his shoulder. He presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

Rindou slinks back upstairs and tries not to throw up. He hates being around you two.

Hakkai Shiba

It's a miracle how Hakkai even started to talk to you

It was a struggle for everyone involved

Everyday Yuzuha and Mitsuya were considering jumping off a window more and more bcs every interactions you had went like this

'How are you Hakkai!'

'...'

'That's nice to hear! My day went well too, are you going to the festival tomorrow?'

'...'

Bitch is like this on the outside 😐

On the inside he's 🥰😍😘💕💓❤️

And Mitsuya and Yuzuha have to listen on like 🙃

Yeah Hakkai she is beautiful and her dress was rly nice today and she's the kindest girl in the world why don't you tell her that

His confession was so awkward but my man's had to do smth bcs he's not the only one who wants you

"H-hey," He calls your name, wincing when you direct your eyes to him. His stomach twists, he needs to do this he needs to do this.

You beam at him, "Hakkai! What's up? You don't usually talk to me like this."

Yeah, he doesn't. He's completely out of his comfort zone here. He really should have asked Taka-chan to be here to support him. He looks down to avoid making eye contact but is met with your plump thighs.

He swallows.

"A-are you going to the f-festival with Akihiko?"

You tilt your head, "no, why would you think that? Me and him are just friends!"

Akihiko has not been subtle about about talking about how attractive he's found you and how much he would love to have you as your girlfriend. This includes wrapping his arms around your waist and calling you 'wifey'.

"He flirts sometimes," You laugh, "but we're just friends."

Sure, and he just wants to kill him.

"Wouldyouliketogowithme?" He blurts out, flinching when everything is out. He watches your eyes open wide, mouth falling open. He's so embarrassed, of course this wouldn't work he should have kept his mouth shut-

"Of course I wanna go Hakkai!" He catches you as you jump up to wrap your arms around his neck. His face turns even redder when you smack a kiss on his cheek. "I'd love to!"

"C-cool." He says knowing that the this moment will be replaying in his head on the walk home.

Seishu (Inupi) Inui

Y'all are complete opposites bcs while he's off being brooding you're being your bright and sunny self giving a hug to anyone who asks

Koko wonders everyday how you two started dating but love is love

You two have the best fashion tips for each other, truly a couple that uplifts each other <333

My man treats you like you're not the dumbest bitch on Planet Earth

Inui is a feminist (when he threatened Yuzuha he did that for the women's rights movement okay)

So he knows that you have great value even if you're not smart in a conventional sense

He will pound anyone into the pavement if someone starts to act a fool okay

Inui brings knives to fist fights if you don't think he'll pull out a glock for the person he's completely obsessed with you're insane

"Inui, how do we know that we're on Earth?" You question, head tilting to the side, looking to him waiting for an answer.

He doesn't sigh, he knows you're genuine about this and he would hate to embarrass you. He raises an eyebrow for clarification.

"I mean- how do we know we're not on Mars?" You eyes bug out, "what if we've been on Venus all along and we don't even know it!"

He hums but stops when someone snickers beside them. He tenses, already reaching in his pocket. "You got something you want to say?" He snarls.

The guy, some dumb lackey, smirks, "your bitch know how stupid she is?" He looks over to you and checks you out not-so subtly, "good thing she's hot."

He pulls out the knife and presses it against the other's neck. "At first I was going to hurt you but now I'm going to fucking kill you." Who cares about the rules about in-fighting, no one's going to talk to you like that and get away with it.

"Inui..." You ask innocently, watching the two with concern.

"Look away darling, okay, I gotta deal with this piece of shit."

[chochuuya]

soft and random headcanons with toman!

⤹ mikey is the type of guy to be more vulnerable and get clingy with you when he's sick. he would also wouldn't mind if you do your skincare with and on him.

⤹ draken is the type of guy that would put your head on his shoulder when he notices that you're sleeping. he would act annoyed and even call you an idiot, but there is no denying that there is a sheepish smile on his face ><

⤹ chifuyu is the type of guy that would listen to all the drama that you have.. and might be even more angry that you are hehe.

⤹ baji is the type of guy that would try so hard to make dinner for the both of you.. but then he would burn the food and walks with his head down, sobbing.

⤹ mitsuya is the type of guy that has social media but his presence is almost nonexistent. why? because he only uses it to post you or his crafts on it and to message the gang.

⤹ kazutora is the type of guy who would write you love letters and buy you chocolates or flowers for no reason (he's too shy to say).

⤹ smiley is the type of guy that would say "oh me? thanks." or "i know i am." confidently when you compliment something cute.

⤹ angry is the type of guy that would wuss out 5 times before he decides to confess to you properly. you're his weakness!

⤹ takemichi is the type of guy that would send 10+ notifications to you, trying to get his words across because he keeps making typos and spelling mistakes.

[ozrbbit]

guys i think he's angry

[verstappensrealwife]

Club Lights - Lando Norris x Reader

[lando norris masterlist  / f1 masterlist]

ʚɞ in which... reader is angry ginges friends, and landos crush. ʚɞ fluff, angst?  ⋆⭒˚.⋆ 1200 words ʚɞ warnings: mentions of drinking alcohol, mentions of kissing and sex- nothing 18+

-୨♡୧-

Lando was streaming fortnite with Morgan (AngryGinge), Max (F), and Ethan, when he said something that caused more than laughter from Morgans end of the call.

“Y/n, god bless her heart, is not my girlfriend.” Ginge had to quickly say before any misconceptions were thought.

“But- I- You were linking arms all throughout the time you were in Monaco?” Lando replied, a look of confusion and disbelief on his face. “Prove she isn’t. Call her right now!”

Ginge simply shrugged and grabbed his phone, scrolling his contacts and landing on you.

It rung twice before your voice- on speaker- was played down Morgan’s mic.

“What do you want?”

“Fuck me, wanna be a bit nicer.”

“No, not really…” There was a pause where no one said anything, “Well what do you want, Morgan? I am busy!”

“I love you,” He was trying to bait you.

You laughed loudly- so loud the mic cut out a few times- “Have you drank? Call your girlfriend not me!” You chuckled before hanging up on him.

Ginge stared blankly at his camera, knowing Lando was watching. “Was that enough proof, Lando?”

Lando ignored him, although very satisfied,  “So~ Who’s your girlfriend Ginge?”

—

A few weeks later, Morgan extended another invitation to Monaco, which you eagerly accepted, thrilled at the prospect of a free trip. Upon meeting up at Manchester Airport, Morgan was relentless with his vlogging, capturing every moment up close—from your reunion at the terminal, to boarding the plane, takeoff, the in-flight experience, landing, and even baggage claim. Every opportunity he had, his camera was practically shoved up your nose.

When Lando arrived to pick you both up, Max was also recording, documenting Lando for his own channel. It was impossible to miss—especially for you—the way Lando looked at you with literal heart-eyes as you stepped out of the Nice-Côte d’Azur airport in the south of France.

"Good morning!" you cheerfully greeted, pulling your suitcase behind you with a coffee in hand.

Lando could barely muster a response, causing Max to chuckle behind the camera. Lando's attention was entirely on you during the drive to the hotel, to the point where he nearly crashed.

Your hotel room was charming, featuring a large bed, a stylish bathroom with a huge mirror, and a lovely view of the Monaco streets.

Unsurprisingly, Lando was quick to offer his assistance, suggesting he come up to your room to "help unpack and whatever."

You smiled gratefully as Lando heaved your 15kg case up the flight of stairs to your room, his muscles straining with the effort. "Thanks, Lan," you said, flashing him a warm smile. "I really appreciate it."

"It's nothing, I'd do it all over again for you," he replied, a deep blush creeping up his neck. Then, out of nowhere, he asked, "You don't have a boyfriend, right?"

You shook your head, no, and a heavy silence settled between you, tinged with disappointment that he didn't continue to speak.

Lando began helping you put your clothes into the wardrobe, his hands moving deftly until he reached your underwear. Suddenly, he seemed paralyzed, his eyes darting around the room, trying to look anywhere but at the intimate garments.

"Lando, I googled you. I know you're not shy about seeing people's underwear," you teased, a playful glint in your eye.

"Hey!" he retorted, his face flushing even redder. "You shouldn't believe everything you see!"

You gave him a pointed look. "You believed I was sleeping with Morgan..."

He huffed in frustration. "Rightly so... I mean I would—" He abruptly stopped, his words hanging in the air.

"What, you'd sleep with Morgan?" you laughed, but the humor faded as you saw the mortified expression on his face. Lando looked utterly flustered, as if he wished the ground would swallow him whole.

You stopped laughing, suddenly aware of the tension. His eyes were wide, nervous, and embarrassed, almost traumatized by what he had just admitted... out loud... in front of the girl he was clearly talking about.

"Oh, right," you said, your voice trailing off. You knew exactly what you wanted to say, but the words caught in your throat. You desperately wanted to kiss him right then and there.

"I—sorry—erm," he stammered, his voice shaky. "I'll talk to you later."

He moved faster than the cars he drove, practically fleeing from your hotel room, leaving you standing there with your heart racing and your mind spinning.

Later that night, Morgan waited outside your door, poised to dive into the allure of Monegasque nightclubs. You adorned a stunning, shimmering top paired with elegant black trousers, exuding understated glamour. Sharing an Uber, the anticipation built, though Lando was initially nowhere to be found. However, Max had secured a booth, complete with a large pitcher of an enticing orange cocktail, surrounded by a few unfamiliar faces.

One drink in, Lando sauntered over and playfully collapsed into the booth beside you. His hair, slightly tousled, added to his charming dishevelment. Clad in a simple jean-top combo and a watch that undoubtedly cost more than your annual rent, he exuded effortless style. The club thrummed with energy, the pulsating strobe lights and the dance-club remix of Nelly Furtado's "Say It Right" filling the air.

Lando's drunken smile was captivating, his eyes locked onto yours, his skin aglow under the club lights, making him look irresistibly beautiful. "Hi," he murmured dreamily, patting your thigh a few times before resting his hand there.

"Y'alright, Lan?" you asked, amused.

"Y'alright!" he mimicked with a laugh. "I love your voice, your accent, and your face. Such a beautiful face," he slurred.

You laughed, "How many drinks have you had?"

He widened his eyes in response, silently conveying the answer: "a lot."

While the table engaged in lively conversation, Lando's attention remained on you, murmuring your name just to gaze into your eyes, often letting his eyes drift to your lips.

"Why don't you like me?" he suddenly whispered in your ear, his face inches from yours.

"I like you," you replied, confused. He frowned, indicating that wasn't what he meant. "Yeah, I like-like you. I've never said I didn't."

"Like... like you'd hold hands and kiss me?"

You smiled, "Ask me when you're sober."

The next day, you woke with only a slight nausea, the remnants of the night before. As you stepped out of the shower and dressed for the day's filming, a knock echoed through the hotel. Opening the door, you found Lando, holding a bouquet of lilies, a bright smile on his face.

"What are you doing—and how are you not hungover?" you asked, surprised.

"I drink green smoothies... Anyway, I'm here to officially ask you on a real date," he declared, "with me. Right now."

Taking the lilies from his outstretched hands, you nodded. "Yeah—let me dry my hair first, bu—"

Before you could finish, Lando grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the room, quickly snatching your keycard from the table and shutting the door behind you. "You look beautiful, and I cannot wait any longer to not see you on a date with me. So, we are leaving. Now."

You groaned, feeling the damp ends of your hair.

"Lando!"

[mysouleaten]

SECRET LOVE!?

souya[angry] x fem!reader

summary ... takemichi and chifuyu stumble across angry...and his girlfriend!?! and smiley doesn't even know about her!?!!!

warnings ... fluff, angry being a wonderful bf <3, smiley opening his eyes, takemichi and chifuyu being little snitches lol

takemichi and chifuyu have been staring at the same couple for a while now..

staring at how angry[!] smileys little brother was holding hands with a very pretty girl, they were looking at the birds from outside the pet shop

angry, who always wore a pissed-off expression, had a soft smile with his...girlfriend[!?], she was pointing at a blue bird and then pointed back at angry, probably comparing his blue hair to the little bird's blue feathers

and angry gave out a little laugh

"no..way," chifuyu said with widened eyes

"do- do you think smiley knows?" takemichi took his eyes off the couple and looked at chifuyu

"he has to right? no way he wouldn't know!" chifuyu exclaimed

chifuyu had said that in fact a little too loud and that made angry turn around to the sound of a familiar voice but he saw nobody that he could recognize

"what's wrong souya?" you ask

"hm? uh! nothing, thought I heard someone familiar.." he said

you also look around, "oh, well, do you wanna go get some ice cream cups? they're having a sale for couples!!" you excitedly asked

angry's face heated up and he shyly nodded, reaching for your hand and letting you lead the way for him

"wow, chifuyu almost blew our cover!" takemichi hissed

chifuyu clicked his tongue and leaned out his head from the alleyway, he and takemichi were hiding in to look at angry and his girlfriend walking away from the pet store

"I didn't mean for it to be that loud!"

both of them now standing on the sidewalk that was in front of the alleyway and facing the direction where the couple walked off to

"im telling you! smiley should know-"

"smiley should know what?"

both of them whipped their heads around to see the commander of toman standing behind them and the captains behind him too

smiley walked up from behind the group with his bright smile and stood in front of both chifuyu and takemichi

"i should know what? huh?" he said

takemichi gulped, while chifuyu stood up straighter "we saw-ah!"

chifuyu glared at takemichi after he elbowed him, but takemichi shook his head "it's his privacy chifuyu.."

smiley started to get agitated at the lack of response he got for his question, "fess up you two, before I beat it out of you"

"easy, easy smiley, what's going on, huh? takemichy? chifuyu?" mikey asked, chewing on a steam bun

"we- its- we saw- maybe- we thought you knew!" both takemichi and chifuyu were talking over each other

"spit it out!" draken said

"we saw angry with a girl!!" they said in unison

.

.

.

"pffft! haha! my- my little brother with a girl?" smiley laughed "he's a nervous wreck around girls! almost as bad as hakkai!"

they heard a light 'hey!' but choose to ignore it

"little souya has a girlfriend?" chuckled draken

"and where is little souya and his-" pah-chin was then interrupted by a loud voice yelling 'souya!'

the entire group of delinquents looked up and saw angry, smileys little brother wiping ice cream on a pretty girl's nose and laughing about it, and the girl seconds later laughed too, angry leaned down to kiss the girl's cheek and then wiped the ice cream off her nose and took her hand to lead her away from the spot they where just in

everyone just stared ahead, with widened eyes, just like takemichi and chifuyu had been minutes ago

smiley was so shocked his eyes were open for a good couple before he recoiled back and shut his eyes

"how did my little brother get a girlfriend before me!?"

taglist ... @spqce-bun

just something short and sweet! <3

[beeing1alive]

Turning on Tokyo Revengers boys without knowing pt.3

f.t.: Smiley (Nahoya Kawata); Angry (Souya Kawata); Hanma (Shuji Hanma)

Warning: Entry contains nsfw content, minors do not interact

Nahoya:

Gets hard the fastest when you try to be dominant

Honestly, as soon as he sees that superior grin on your face, it takes him a few seconds to realise what you were up to

The moment he interprets your signs, a sincere grin flits across his face and notices how his trousers are getting precariously tight

Lunges towards you to give you a kinky kiss and doesn't even care where it is

Starts gently caressing you and asks you what you were thinking and that you knew it would turn him on

He gets lewd and asks if you could help him because he loves fucking you so much

Souya:

Is a cute bean, but can't help but get turned on if you kiss him in the slightest bit kinkier than you usually do

It doesn't depend where you kiss him either, neck, cheek, lips or forehead, it all has the same effect

He blushes terribly, but suddenly his mind flips a switch

Suddenly he's not so nervous, it's like he knows exactly what he wants to do

He looks at you with a pout and gazes deep into your eyes, his eyes are slightly veiled

An oppressive feeling spreads through his groin, his cock presses hard against his not-so-flexible jeans as he looks at you, dazed, to give you a not-so-chaste kiss

Hakkai:

Is shy and sweet and had a lot of trouble talking to you in the beginning, which doesn't make it any easier for him

Gets so turned on by you watching him do something

For example, he pursues a hobby and you watch

It's unpleasant for him until the moment he does something particularly well

As soon as you praise him in any way, it's over with him

Must then leave immediately, with you, to some place where you are alone and he can get rid of the tight feeling in his trousers

Hanma:

gets turned on by adrenaline the quickest

so if you do something completely crazy, it comes into play

for example, when you're standing on the edge of a tower block looking down

at such moments he usually comes behind you to hug you from behind

and press his painfully hard cock against your neck, whispering naughty things in your ear to see you blush

we all know him, he doesn't even care if you're in public or anything like that

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