#manjiro sano x gn!reader

[emmyrosee]

Random thoughts #3 (05:23)

Manjiro is, as his friends put it, a yapper.

There’s nothing this man won’t talk to you about, everything from his day to his dreams last night, to the dog he passed on his bike, Mikey will tell you anything and absolutely everything. It makes him happy to keep you in the loop! And you love watching his shoulders relax and a smile spread on his face the more he talks, getting everything off of his chest and into the universe. The way your fingers card his head and relax him into saying everything and anything on that mind of his is so cute, and it’s one of the highlights of your day.

This, of course, does not necessarily apply to nap time.

Mikey loves to talk, of course, but when your eyes slowly start to get heavy, your breathing slowly evens out and your mouth lets out the puffiest of breaths, he finally stops his blabbering and looks down at you in confusion, “baby?”

You don’t answer him, of course, having knocked asleep moments prior, but he smiles softly and curls closer to you, relishing in the way you smack your lips and burrow deeper into his side. Your fingers gently curl into the opening of his hoodie, clutching the fabric in your fingers. He moves his head to press the smallest kiss to your knuckle before closing his eyes and resting his head against yours, hoping to meet you in dreamland.

“I’ll tell you when you wake up.”

[iadoremik3y]

YANDERE IZANA BE LIKE

EMMA: what do you mean izana is mental?

Y/N: I mean he’s insane, your whole family is.

MIKEY: how so?

Y/n: hes like a dog and wants to give me his findings, so like a dog would give there bone to there owner, he gives me his enemies heads.

SHINICHIRO: what?

Y/N: no cause, he will smile and be all happy about it to, you people seem to think this is some great gift.

MIKEY: you cannot be for real!

Y/N: yeah but atleast i say thank you to izana when he gives me some guys arm, you shits are so rude.

SHINICHIRO: how?

MIKEY: wth do you mean rude?

Y/n: I respect you guys loads, so cause idk what to do with the things he gives me, I keep em in the boxes he gives me in, and leave em outside your house, you never say thank you to me, how rude.

SHINICHIRO: …

MIKEY: …

EMMA: THAT WAS YOU?!?!??

Y/N: Yeah! But no thank you.

MIKEY: YOU OEFT DEAD BODY PARTS OUTSIDE OUR HOUSE AND EXPECT US TO SAY THANK YOU????

[beeing1alive]

Cuddling with Tokyo Revengers - Boys

f.t.: Mikey (Manjirō Sanō); Draken (Ken Ryūgūji); Mitsuya (Takashi Mitsuya)

Mikey:

l can imagine that it depends entirely on his mood and the situation

for example, if he is doing well and everything is okay, he would be playful

first you would have a tickle fight until one of you (usually him) gets so tired that you have to stop and then you just lie there like that

it just looks funny how you fall asleep completely tangled up in each other

but I am of the opinion that Mikey also sees something comforting in cuddling

so he also comes to cuddle when he is depressed

he doesn't want to talk, he just wants to be with you and sink into your calming aura

then he lies on your chest, his face buried deep in the crook of your neck and listens to the soft boom-boom, boom-boom of your heartbeat

your heartbeat and the warmth your body radiates are the most calming thing in the world for him

Draken:

he is so big

he always wraps his arms around you completely

so he can protect and warm you, that's also what he loves about it so much

but also loves it very much when you cling to him so that he doesn't get up in the morning but stays lying down so that you can still cuddle

it often works, especially because he finds you so damn cute at such times

He doesn't know by himself, but somehow it relaxes him extremely when you gently trace his dragon tattoo with your fingers

or when you whisper sweet nothings in his ear while cuddling

it may not look like it from the outside, but he really likes compliments

he likes it best when he can hear you breathing softly next to him

loves cuddling after a Toman meeting the most, as being the vice-chairman can be quite exhausting

he just melts every time you cuddle

Mitsuya:

just for the record, he is a person with a robust confer and a gentle soul

he loves to spoon you gently, both as a small spoon and as a big spoon but likes to be a bit more of a big spoon because he is sweet and wants you to feel loved, protected and secure

loves to be fondled, whether on his head, on his back or anywhere else

he simply falls asleep within 2 minutes

when cuddling, he can forget his worries and duties for a moment and relax completely in your arms

he has so much responsibility that he sometimes forgets that he is just a teenager and the peace and quiet he gets when cuddling reminds him again and again

His favourite thing about cuddling is the feeling of your chest rising and falling slowly and evenly and how he can feel it against his chest or back

I also wrote other scenarios for them and other characters, so here is my masterlist if you want to check it out, requests are open <3

Attention: The characters and the gif do not belong to me. All credits go to the actual owners. If you want anything to be changed or removed, please write to me.

I hope you liked it <3

[bones4thecats]

When Their S/O Meets Their Family

Type of Writing: #4 - Poll Result Characters: Manjiro Sano, Mitsuya Takashi, Souya Kawata, and Hakkai Shiba Family: Sister (M.S.), Mother and Sisters (M.T.), Brother (S.K.), and Sister (H.S.) Name: When Their S/O Meets Their Family Original Poll Link: Here

A/N: For Hakkai's part, it only features Yuzuha meeting the reader because of how Taiju is an abusive a-hole to them. Anyways, have fun reading this!

Slight spoilers for: Black Dragons Arc

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🍡 Mikey is very close with his family, and everyone who has ever met him knows this

🍡 When you first met Mikey, he no doubt wanted you to meet his sister, Emma, because he knew that she would like talking to his brother's S/O

🍡 He introduced you guys to one another a couple weeks after your relationship began, in which he just rode up to your house and asked you straight-up if you wanted to meet someone important to him

🍡 You hopped on his bike, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and rode with him from your home to his to meet this person

🍡 Mikey has told you all kinds of stories about his family, from his late older brother Shinichiro to his younger sister Emma

🍡 His bike came to a stop in front of a Dojo, it was his family's, the same one that he was raised in and technically adopted his sister, Emma

🍡 He grabbed your hand and dragged you through the doors, announcing his and your arrival loudly for someone to hear

" Emma! You here? " " Yeah, oh! Who's your friend, Mikey? Is this your S/O? "

🍡 A youthful girl walked out from around the corner of the hallway and looked into the Dojo-themed room, her yellow eyes stared into your (E/C) eyes and she smiled

🍡 Introducing herself, you learned that this was Emma Sano, Mikey's younger half-sister, specifically her father's mistress' child

🍡 Unfortunately for Mikey, you and Emma bonded so much that you were pushing Mikey's affections down a peg, meaning you were ignoring him slightly, prompting him to start pouting

🍡 Why was his family such good conversationalists?

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🪡 You have heard millions upon millions of stories of Mitsuya's younger sisters, Luna and Mana, and his mother

🪡 He has wanted you to meet them for so long, but, since his mother worked late and normally wasn't given many breaks from work, he hasn't had any time to actually set up a meeting

🪡 Both thankfully and not thankfully, his mother was given time off, only because she had gotten sick

🪡 Mitsuya was putting in a lot of effort to helping his mother get better fast, so, when you called and he explained the situation, he was shocked when you said you were coming over with some soup

🪡 He tried to protest, claiming he didn't want you getting sick, but, you protested his protests (omg i've never typed that word that much) and you hung up after telling him you'd be there later that day

🪡 Mitsuya sighed and and laid the phone down, you really were a stubborn person when it came to things like this

🪡 When he heard the sound of his sisters yelling that a person was at the door, he got up from the kitchen stove, where he had a tea kettle and opened the door

🪡 You held out a tupperware filled with a reddish-orange thick liquid, he was guessing it was the soup you had made, probably tomato

" Love, you really didn't have to do this. " " Well, I can't have my future mother-in-law staying sick for long, now can I? "

🪡 Your boyfriend directed you to his mother's room while his sisters played in the living room, and when his mother saw you, she smiled and laughed, teasing her son

🪡 He smiled lightly as he handed her a spoon and laid the smooth-vegetable soup in her hands, before wishing her health to reach her and leaving the room with your boyfriend

🪡 This may have not been the most ideal way for you to meet his family, but it did remind him of why he loved you, you're an amazing person with an amazing heart

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💢 If you met Angry, you no doubt were destined to meet his twin brother, Nahoya, or Smiley

💢 Angry has wanted you to meet his brother for a while, but, his brother could be quite a lot to take at once, and he understood that, he grew up with him for Pete's sake

💢 When you called his home one day and Smiley picked up, he pretended to be his twin brother, since he obviously wasn't gonna step up to have you meet him anytime soon

💢 He snickered once you hung up, bidding goodbye, and he began to start laughing, though he attempted to hold it in, his brother was in the next room after all

" Who was that? " " Oh, just a spam. I decided to prank the scammer, it was fun! "

💢 Angry was relaxing on the sofa, messing around with a plush you had gotten him a few days prior, by what he knew, they weren't expecting any guests, especially ones after 5:00pm

💢 When he opened the door and saw you standing there, his eyes widened and he cocked and eyebrow, asking why you showed up unannounced, and when you replied with how he asked you to come over for dinner that night, he connected the dots

" That must have been Nahoya, my brother... " " Oh! Now I'm embarrassed, I can't even tell my boyfriend apart from his brother. " " Not by voice, no, but, you'll definitely tell us apart by our physical features... "

💢 Nahoya jumped out from behind the corner and hugged you, saying how happy he was that he could finally meet the person that his brother raved about when healing or resting

💢 This was gonna be a long night...

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☄️ I'm gonna layer this on very thickly, he does not want you to meet his older brother, he's a sadistic man by heart, and he doesn't need you to suffer from his cruelty

☄️ Hakkai wanted you to meet his sister, yes, but, due to your busy schedules, he couldn't seem to find the perfect time where Taiju and Yuzuha were apart

☄️ So, whenever you guys had met up to hang out, he normally led you to your home and away from his, he didn't need any trouble now

☄️ But, when you came to his house unannounced, he froze in place

☄️ Oh God, why were you here now?! Taiju wasn't in the brightest moods by what Yuzuha told him, and he didn't need to risk your safety like this!

" Hakkai! Who's at the damn door?! It's takin' you forever! "

☄️ You cocked and eyebrow as he yelled out to the male how it was someone he needed to speak to outside for a few minutes

☄️ He ushered you back outside the doorway and stood with you outside his home, and he sighed, knowing you were gonna ask him a ton of questions on what was going on

☄️ Hakkai slightly teared up as you asked what was happening, and, when he just told you that they had some 'familial bonds' that were kinda rusted over, you groaned, knowing he was lying

☄️ Instead of pushing salt into the wound, you hugged him, allowing him to sigh and wipe his tears away as the door opened

☄️ He swung around to shield you as a young girl walked out, she had light-orange hair and piercing amber eyes, and when she saw you she tilted her head

" Who are you exactly? " " I'm- " " This is the person I've been telling you about, Yuzuha. Y/N, this is my older sister, Yuzuha, and this is my S/O, Y/N L/N. "

☄️ Yuzuha smiled and held her hand out for you to shake, saying how she figured he had an S/O with how cheery he was whenever he hung up the phone sometimes

☄️ Hakkai got flustered and tried hiding his face as you and Yuzuha exchanged stories about Hakkai being a dork as he mumbled about how you guys were 'ganging up on him'

[mornwrites]

content — manila mikey, bottom!mikey, orgasm w/clothes on, gender-neutral reader, top!reader, porn without plot???, established relationship, brief mention of abusive situation with kisaki + izana.

author’s note — this was extremely self-indulgent and i started off with something in mind, then forgot halfway through. manjiro is real touch-starved and craves affection more than water because he’s real fucked up. it’s sloppy, but i’m too tired to care. i hope you guys enjoy.

requests — open.

manila mikey, who is so touched-starved from the abuse and manipulation he has to face at the hand of izana and kisaki, that he clings to you whenever you’re together. his hands are roaming your body, sliding under your shirt to feel your torso just because he needs to have skin-to-skin contact. it starts off innocent, nothing than a desperation formed because of his life the last decade, but quickly becomes more.

thin, calloused hands are worming their way up your bare skin without any regard for the fabric you wore, thumbs eventually finding your nipples. rubbing them softly with the pads of his thumbs, he’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he’s settling into your lap once you’ve sat down on the bed. chapped lips are working their way across the flesh of your throat and it doesn’t take long for you to start making quiet sounds. he takes this as a sign to continue and does just that, hips beginning to slowly rock against yours.

it doesn’t take long for your own hands to find his skin and your hands are roaming with no real plan in mind, just enjoying the soft affections you both exchange. when mikey is pulling back for a second you use the opportunity to drag your own lips across his skin, tongue and teeth quick to join in. pretty hickeys bloom across his pale skin and he’s softly whimpering in your ear, his hands holding onto your sides tightly. nose brushing against his jawline, you’re trailing kisses along his jawline and then to his lips where they finally slot together.

mikey’s moving with more vigor now, clinging to whatever friction he can get as he parts his lips before you can prompt the action. your tongue is sliding against his and they tangle, spit exchanging as you let out your own soft sounds. slowly, you break the kiss and slide the black haired man off your lap, onto the mattress below. he lets out a soft whine of protest at the loss of friction and touch, but it’s dying in his throat halfway through as you climb atop him.

encouraging mikey to wrap his legs around your waist, you’re slowly dragging your body against his, giving him the friction he sought once again. your lips are finding his throat again before trailing downward, leaving marks on his pretty, defined collarbone. his whimpers that increase in volume fill the otherwise quiet bedroom, his pleasure building as he starts to lose himself beneath you. it’s nothing less than adorable to listen to and you don’t stop until you hear that soft cry indicating an orgasm was crashing onto the man. helping him ride out the pleasure, you still yourself, pressing a soft kiss to his lips followed by a praise.

clinging to you, manjiro never falters in his touch, fingertips pressed into your skin as he eventually murmurs a soft, “I love you.”

[tenjikyu]

𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 - 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ comedy, (toman) manjiro , tall!reader , gn!reader , overall a bunch of fluff and manjiro loving his taller partner.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ original requester - @r0z0 i hope you enjoy!

❤︎ mikey with a tall reader would actually be so funny.

❤︎ the man himself is pretty short, however his best buddy draken is rather contrasting in height, so people towering over him isn’t anything new for him.

❤︎ i can imagine him looking up at you the first time you guys met, in absolute AWE.

❤︎ he’s munching on some snack that draken paid for earlier, crumbs on his cheek, his abnormally wide eyes glimmering.

❤︎ you just stare down at him like ‘wtf this kid staring at” before asking him if he needed anything.

❤︎ obviously, being as straight forward as manjiro typically is, he basically goes:

❤︎ “you’re pretty cute, can i have your number?” before smirking at himself in pride, knowing he’s smooth.

❤︎ “alright i’m down” you nonchalantly reply, making him take a step back. you ACCEPTED??

❤︎ draken was equally as shocked. someone? cute as you?? REALLY??

❤︎ anyways he took you on a date and suddenly you two are besties LMAO. (and partners but let’s be real, a relationship with mikey is like a bestfriendship)

❤︎ mikey adores you! he especially loves crawling into your lap and being huddled in your embrace, hogging all your body warmth.

❤︎ he’s 100% the little spoon once y’all are comfortable sharing a bed. he loves protecting you, however he also appreciates having you spoon him from behind. it feels as though he can let his guard down a little.

❤︎ when out on dates, you hold his hand like an overprotective parent. y’all go to a restaurant or an ice cream stand and you, being the pants of the relationship, cover for him <33.

❤︎ mikey loves hand holding, if you couldn’t tell. having your hand in his does make him look like a little kid (despite being BUFF) , but if he needs to yank you away or grasp you tighter, having your hand in his keeps you safe.

❤︎ he gives you puppy dog eyes everytime he wants something. whenever you guys go out to grab snacks or take away and he’s too broke to pay for his part, he just gives you his big ol’ baby eyes and your card magically swipes on his transaction (how can you possibly refuse your boyfriend anyways).

❤︎ mikeys friends all worship you LMAO. ofc he brings you to every toman meeting (bc he can’t function correctly without you) and you just chill on the side while he acts all tough and mighty.

❤︎ and ofc, you meet all of his friends as you go.

❤︎ chifuyu and baji LOVE you! they always end up stealing you away from mikey whenever he’s distracted to fool around. you, being you, ofc go off and get up to mischief with them. mitsuya appreciates your protective side when it comes to mikey. he knows that the blonde can protect himself but sometimes, you need someone else to be there for you.

❤︎ you and draken are auto besties. the two of you are mikeys most trusted, his right hand units if you will. takemichi is a newer addition to your group, however he does like your presence! smiley and angry both like your big sibling energy and the three of you make a good trio when nessessary, ESPECIALLY if you’re apart of toman.

❤︎ overall, mikeys very VERY tall s/o is beloved by all around them, and mikey wouldn’t change anything about you for the world <3.

[miyagic]

Changes ★ bungo stray dogs x mikey!reader

Dazai x younger sister!Mikey!reader (gn reader)

SUMMARY: you're Dazai's little sister - at least in his heart.

w/c: ±1k

a/n: you're 15yrs Mikey (toman). I want to make this a series, help I love my baby Mikey. I REALLY tried to make this platonic, pls don't try to make it romantic </3. Hope you like it!!

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!!English is not my first language, sorry for bad grammar/mistakes!!

ᯓ★RELATIONSHIP

When you met Dazai, the two of you obviously got along in seconds. Your personality is almost (or maybe even more) childish and playful than his and Dazai likes someone who can follow his jokes, not just cut them off (you heard, Kunikida?).

He calls you by your real name for SURE. No Mikeys here. Only when he's being overdramatic.

He's going to steal Kunikida's wallet so you two can have a snack. He spoils you a lot with dorayakis or tayakis, but not his own money, of course.

Dazai wouldn't just be clingy with romantic partners, I think he would be like glue with anyone he really likes and genuinely feels is appreciated too - which is the case with you, I hope.

Nicknames!! You go from Mikey to [Name] to [Nickname]. Mi or Mimi is also an option.

"[Nickname] do you want to commit a completely platonic suicide with me??"

Buutt he really doesn't want you to die. Like, seriously. Not even in a double (platonic) suicide with him.

With all sure in the world, he will definitely make fun of your height, especially if you're a man, but being a woman or any other gender won't save you, #sorry.

Kisses!!! I see Dazai as someone who is very kissy. Kisses on the cheek when you separate or meet, kisses on the forehead if you're feeling down and he notices, kisses on the eyelids or under the eyes if he comforts you and many more!

ᯓ★TOMAN + SOME FRIENDS

Now, about your gang, if you try to hide it, it won't work. But I support the idea of letting Dazai know for you and not having to figure it out or deduce it yourself. Like, you don't trust your big brother????? The betrayal!!

He would find out about your gang in less than a week for sure, however he probably won't confront you directly.

But I prefer the idea where you tell him naturally and he's slightly surprised.

How does a person just over one meter and a half (± five feet?) tall LEAD a gang?

The sooner you tell him, the less he suspects and the more surprised he is when you tell him.

When you take Draken to one of the daily meetings you have with Dazai, they get along well, despite some dramatization from him (he deep down really liked Draken).

Dazai sees how genuine your relationship with Draken is, even if it's not romantic. Dazai really likes the thought of someone protecting you when he can't.

Draken will have to take care of two children now, congrats!!

Dazai gets worried when you're going to fight someone or fight another gang, though he doesn't exactly show it.

One of the only times you see him serious is exactly when you tell him Toman is going against another gang. He knows exactly how treacherous and cheating gangs are.

DEEP DEEP DEEP down he admires Toman, he always found it difficult for a gang to have the ideals that Toman has let alone fulfill them and Dazai is really proud when you talk about something about your gang.

If he meets Baji he will make a drama because he looks like a certain Chibi. Cough cough, the only difference between them is their height.

Always looks dirty at Sanzu when he sees him. It's mutual.

ᯓ★FAMILY

After centuries of talking about Emma and your grandfather, you finally take Dazai to your home.

He immediately gets along with both of them.

Emma really likes to see you happy and Osamu does that very well, so he instantly has her full support.

He and Grandpa Sano spend hours gossiping while you sleep on top of him after eating and Emma braids your and Dazai's hair.

He feels at home for the first time. In truth, Osamu isn't quite sure what a home actually is, but he guesses it's something like this and Dazai couldn't ask for anything more.

And then we have Shinichiro.

You spoke briefly about your brother at the beginning of the relationship and after a few months you open up more about him; such as desires, personality, name and nicknames, moments, etc.

He notices your difficulty in talking about your brother and also shares some things about Oda to try to make things easier for you and for himself as well.

(This made me want to write a scenario where you take Dazai to meet Shini)

ᯓ★REAL FEELINGS

Dazai easily notices how much you ignore your real feelings to make everyone around you happy.

And you, unfortunately for him, notice exactly the same thing about him.

You share almost or exactly the same thoughts about weakness and end up becoming a safe haven for each other.

No words are necessary, just time together, against each other watching the stars, some random series or sometimes the sunset.

He's afraid of what you would think of him if you knew everything he's done, so it takes a long time to get that trust from him, but that doesn't mean he doesn't trust you.

When you two are alone, you don't feel the need to smile when you don't feel happy enough, the same for him and sometimes you don't realize how much it affects him positively.

You don't like to talk about it and you also don't know if it's exactly real, but still you talk briefly about your impulse after really trusting him (many months after he "met" Shinichiro) and in return he tells you about his ability and details, never too deep, about where he works.

At first he thought that your impulse was an ability, but quickly realized it wasn't when you say your mind is constantly invaded by dark intrusive thoughts even when he touches you.

In moments of weakness for both of you, he likes to play classical music on Shinichiro's old record player and dance slowly with you.

He doesn't cry, neither do you, but when you feel your throats tighten, three simple squeezes of your joined hands are enough to keep you grounded and remember that, as long as you're together, the pain can become lighter.

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bonus: I dedicate the song "the moon will sing" to you both <3!

[stxrmylxve]

These two are fairly similar, since they deal with S/O just doing little idle things:

-Kazutora, Chifuyu, Draken, and Mikey with S/O who does little happy dances when they're enjoying something (I.E. a good meal, comfortable silence during quality time)

-Kazutora, Chifuyu, Draken, and Mikey with S/O that makes idle noises at random points in time (I.E. humming to themselves, making popping noises or clicking noises, "nyoom," "bapapap," "dududu.")

Kazutora:

at first, he was kinda scared lol

no one has ever done that, except you, so he couldn’t quite grasp why or what you were doing

eventually realizes it is most of the time random and even goes along with it sometimes

he finds it most amusing, however, when you do your happy dance with no shame at all in public

he doesn’t laugh, but he is on the verge of it with a quivering lip, prove me wrong

Chifuyu:

he laughs so hard he wheezes

the sounds mixed with the little happy dance in public make his almost cry from how hard he is laughing, especially if it is in a quieter setting

yes, he does video it, and yes, he shows it to the whole gang

he loves that trait in you and honestly doesn’t really mind it

Draken:

is kinda embarrassed by the sounds, not because of like the little looks that people give, but rather the fact that you scold him afterwards if he doesn’t go along

it likes a little tease thing you do if he is down the whole day, and he doesn’t mind it because it normally does pull a laugh or two out of him

he adores the little sounds because it reminds him of himself whenever he complemented a big build on a bike; little sounds of enjoyment would be thrown around since he knew he had done something good

Mikey:

this is like y’all’s thing

he doesn’t do random sounds as much, but he does dance with you at the table

he is not ashamed

you always laugh during a meal because he always wants a flag and you always are silently dancing in the corner while he throws a fit

[ffeelann]

DRAKEN WITH A BADASS READER 🙏🏻🙏🏻

and they always go out for motorcycle rides together at night

a/n: OK BUT IMAGINE THAT TROPE sounds good tbh THERE YOU GO hope u like it and keep requesting omg

warning: gn reader, draken x reader, motorcycle, ice cream hehe requests and commissions are opennnn

Everyone used to joke around the fact that y/n and Draken were together. It was sort of funny just because of the personalities that were both very... interesting.

—Come on— he told you, painting the empty spot behind him for you to get there. You totally acepted the offer, or order, and took the helmet he offered to you.

It was never said but, he actually bought It for y/n, if they told that to the guys, everyone would have been making fun of both of them.

—Oho, y/n! Is you man taking you home again?— a voice asked, loud and clear, making everyone else turning back to look

—My man is taking me home again, any problem? You could use someone to take home so you don't feel lonely, boy— y/n answered, loud and clear.

—You don't say anything, Draken?— other guy asked him, he was one of the oldest members, but to be honest, he couldn't remember his name.

—What for? She already asked him to shut up and it worked, so... this divine intervention is fine by themself.

Y/n made their way on the motorcycle without hesitation. They left as quick as they could.

Draken felt Y/n's head resting on his shoulder not far from their home.

—You tired?

—Sorta.

—Let's get you some ice cream.

Y/n giggled to this affirmation until, thinking it was just something said as a comment. But the giggles ended as quick as he stopped right in front of a store.

—Draken, I don't need ice cream.

—No one does, isn't it like all sugar? But it tastes good so, lemme spoil you this time.

—What for?— he poked his partner's nose without wasting a second and left the vehicle as fast as he could.

—Why— he smiled to himself, without even looking back to Y/n— So, I want to get you an ice cream because you did it well today. You fought good.

—I always do.

—Okay, but I don't always have the money. And now that I do, let me get you an ice cream— he gave them a last look— Flavour?

—... Cookies.

—Sure.

[marxsthings]

Cigarettes and drugs

Warnings ; Mentions of cigarettes and drugs, swears, Bonten Mikey is a warning himself lmao, toxic and ooc Mikey ig, cheating, manga spoilers (character death), reader and Mikey are together in secret (pretty toxic tho).

A/N ; finally Tokyo revengers, needed to fix some typos and sentences before posting this lol, anywho i can't believe i finished one so have fun with this perhaps 🤯🤯 please don't read this if you don't like the stuff mentioned in the warnings

Sano Manjiro (Bonten Mikey arc) x GN! Readers

The smell, it sickens everytime you visited 'him'. It makes you sick to the stomach, you're just another toy of his anyways, you help him to distress with the drugs you have. He just used you as he wishes. You're his. His.

When he's high or drunk were all just for his benefit, nothing for you. Every time you spent together he'd never once open up. Your clothes always smelled like drugs and cigarettes after.

Until one time, it was only one time where Mikey asked you to meet up for a drink. Who knew once you get to a private room of the club, Mikey jumped on you so quickly.

"You're late." Mikey spoke cold as ever, the smell of drugs through the tiny small space. "What the fuck, Mikey, what is this?" You questioned as he stared at you coldly. He walked over to you, his small body grabs your collar and kissed you.

You're shocked by the way he grabbed you. "Y/N—" Out of instinct you pushed him away. "Don't push me away~" Mikey taunt.

That night was probably how it all happened, sneaking small kisses during meetings and Mikey actually treating you like a partner, dinners and all of that fancy stuff.

You thought that this was special, Mikey and you, a couple. Or so you thought until you saw Mikey with a woman in a club fully making out. What a pathetic piece of shit he was, pathetic even to think the leader of Bonten actually cared for you.

Maybe that's why you left without a word, 'Missing' is what the news say. Maybe that's why Mikey decided to loathe himself. Maybe that's what happened to the Leader of Bonten and a civilian named, Takemichi Hanagaki, died together in eachother's arms.

[winterlynightlystories]

I'm trying to clear my wip before posting the next chapters of My nocturnal serenade and Our House of Memories.

Normally tonight I should be able to post a Takemichi with a twin brother, it will have many parts because that thing is huge.

Then I'll have another TR, one Stranger Things, two Marvel and One Piece. I was wondering if y'all would have a preference?

Been trying to put it for 2 days but I can only choose between one day and a week so I'll go by the most popular to the least.

[arlerts-angel]

*rubs hands together*

let me add to the inbox 🤭

how do characters of your choice react to an s/o with an oral fixation?

🫦 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐗𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

various characters x gn!reader

taglist: @ringsofsaturnnnn @i-literally-cant-with-this @kanekiswifey

warnings: established relationship | oral sex (m!receiving) | cum eating | pet names: love, baby | no gendered pronouns for reader | implied long hair | as always, reader is racially + bodily ambiguous

you lay your head on your boyfriend's lap while the two of you watch something on netflix. you mindlessly take the drawstring of his sweatpants into your mouth and chew.

he starts to get curious (and hard) from the light tugs around his groin. he brushes your hair behind your ear, bends over slightly, and softly asks "what are you doing, love?"

your face burns with embarrassment. "i didn't think you'd notice... sorry, i have a slight oral fixation." you reply coyly.

he just chuckles and kisses your head. "s alright. do what you need to." you smile softly, thanking him as you return the wet drawstring in your mouth. you can feel the tent in his pants tightening, and the urge to suck growing. you let the drawstring fall out of your mouth as you reach into the waistband of his pants.

"is it okay... if i...?" you ask softly, palming his bulge slightly. he looks down at you and scoffs.

"do you really have to ask?" he shakes his head and laughs before nodding. "course you can baby." you let his cock out with no further hesitation and put it in your mouth, sucking ever so slightly and humming in appreciation at the way he fits so perfectly, satisfying the urge.

he let you sit there for a while warming his cock, letting you lick and suck every vein and curve, slowly putting more of his length down your throat until you'd gag a little. he tosses his head back in pleasure, murmuring "fuck"s and "yeah"s while thrusting his cock into your throat until he shoots his first load into your mouth. you swallow happily, keeping his softening cock in your mouth until it hardened again, repeating the cycle until he came a second and third time.

KEN RYUGUJI, EREN JAEGER, KENTO NANAMI, ARMIN ARLERT, KEN KANEKI, LEVI ACKERMAN JEAN KIRSTEIN, SATORU GOJO, MANJIRO SANO, TAKASHI MITSUYA + YOUR FAVE(S)

[yawchi]

DIFFERENT

sano manjiro x gn!reader

includes: best friend's brother mikey. slight alternate au.

notes: old fic reupload

To be completely honest, this wasn’t really how you expected to be spending your Friday night. 

When Emma had called you in sheer panic, rambling so fast you’re pretty sure she could qualify as an auctioneer, asking if you’d seen her black heels because she was going out with Draken tonight and just had to wear those or the entire night was going to be a disaster and he would break up with her and— yeah . 

Needless to say you grabbed the black heels from where she’d left them on your bedroom floor the last time she came over and hurried over to her apartment before she had a full blown conniption. 

“Thanks again, babe. You are such a total life saver,” she’d smiled, tugging you into a quick hug before she slipped on the shoes in the doorway. Then she flicked her gaze over to the man standing beside you as she reached for the doorknob. “I won’t be coming back tonight, so don’t wait up on me.” 

Mikey had made a cheeky remark at that, a teasing glint to his eye as he dodged the discarded slipper his sister threw at his head. Then Emma was gone and you were left standing in the apartment alone with him. 

Which really would’ve been far more normal than whatever the hell you were doing now. 

“Mikey, you said you were walking me home. This is not walking me home,” you hiss at him in an exasperated groan, glaring at the back of his head. You hope he can feel your gaze burning holes in his scalp. 

Because, seriously, spying on his sister and best friend through the window of the restaurant they’ve chosen for their date? What is he, twelve ? 

This is wrong on so many levels. 

“Shh shh, you’re gonna make me miss the best part,” he hushes, waving a hand at you as he leans impossibly closer to the glass. 

You gape at him, stunned he’s actually shushed you, as if he can even hear what they’re saying from inside. Not to mention you’re starting to feel the stares passerby’s are giving the two of you, and you’re sure it must be a sight—crouched down on the sidewalk peeking over the windowsill of a (kinda fancy, you must admit) restaurant, in hoodies no less because the first snow of the year is just around the corner. 

Yeah, you’ve totally thought this through. 

“What are you even talking about?” And you aren’t sure why you’re whispering really, because it’s not like your friends could hear you from where they’re seated in the restaurant, but it’s like you can’t help but copy Mikey’s tone. 

“Oh.” Mikey freezes momentarily, grin on his face turning sheepish as he looks over his shoulder at you, biting the edge of his lip. “I was supposed to tell you last week. Guess I forgot.” 

“Forgot what?” You ask, quirking a brow at his sudden change of demeanor. 

He stares at you for a moment, gaze switching between your eyes, and that little nervous tell he has, him running his tongue over the corner of his mouth twice, is so prominent now. (And no, you don’t find it attractive, thank you very much). In all honesty, it makes you worry just a tad bit. 

Because Mikey only gets nervous about two things: when he’s done something really really bad (like switching out Emma’s conditioner for black hair dye as a joke), or when he’s trying to keep a secret he can’t tell anyone. 

“Uhm,” he pauses, just a moment, and turns his head back towards the glass to mumble, “Ken-chin is gonna propose to Emma.” 

“ What ?!” 

Your surprised yell, though you don’t register it right away with the way your focus is still trained on that of your best friend’s brother, was loud enough to catch the attention of a certain man inside the restaurant—the thin divider of glass not muffling it at all. You let out another smaller, clipped yelp as a hand grabs the back of your head and yanks it down. 

Mikey has the both of you lowered just enough that your heads can’t be seen over the window sill, and it’s adorable, really, the hushed ‘ please don’t see us please don’t see us please don’t see us ’ that slips through his lips as he holds you there. You reach back to remove his hand from your head, holding a finger up to your lips as you ever so slowly peek back into the window. 

A whoosh of breath rips out of your lungs when you see Draken and Emma back in their own little world, focused on each other once again. 

Soon Mikey’s head pops right back up beside yours, and you bite your lip to hold back a laugh at the image of you two as little groundhogs popping their heads out of the ground. You’re beside him now, both of your hands on the little ledge as you peer in. You nudge him with your shoulder. 

“When’s he gonna do it?” You’re whispering again, darting your eyes to Manjiro for just a second, so you don’t miss anything. 

It’s ironic how five minutes ago you were mentally berating him for his little stalking game, but now you’re just as immersed as he is. 

“Right before dessert.” 

And Mikey’s beaming, eyes wide and sparkling, happiness quite literally radiating off of him. He’s excited, you can tell, and it makes your heart tug at the simple sweetness of it. Because of course he enjoys this, he loves Emma and he loves Draken, and seeing them happy makes him happy. He’s a good guy, though no matter how much you seem to forget. This is just a reminder of that. 

You’re caught up in your staring—at the wrong sano you should be, given the situation you’re in—which is the only reason you notice how Mikey’s eyes widen and suddenly there’s a hand yanking the back of your head down again. Except this time, it doesn’t go as smoothly, and Mikey slams his own forehead on the side of the brick as he goes to duck down. 

“Oh my god, are you—“ but your question is cut off by Mikey’s palm pressing to your mouth. 

“Shh, shh, shit —“ 

A bell jingles behind you, the sound of the door of the restaurant opening, and the hand on the back of your head grapples for your palm, tugging you up and down the sidewalk at a speed that nearly has you tripping over yourself. Just before you round the corner you’re able to glance over your shoulder and see what Mikey is so freaked about. 

And there, in the doorway of the fancy restaurant is Draken, a knowing and annoyed look etched in his face as he takes a step forward, as if to follow the two of you. 

You force yourself to speed up immediately and attempt to match Mikey’s pace because an irritated Draken is a deadly Draken and dying in your old ratted hoodie is most certainly not how you planned to go. 

The two of you keep running down the streets, feet splashing in stray puddles and weaving through the sea of strangers. And all the while, Mikey doesn’t let go of your hand, leading you through the twists and turns and squeezing tighter when he feels the two of you start to separate. Until finally, he passes an alleyway and abruptly stops, nearly giving you whiplash from how fast you’re jerked back and suddenly slamming into his chest, forcing his back up against the cold, concrete wall. 

“ Ow ..” He mumbles as the back of his head hits it, and the second the two of you make eye contact, laughs bubble out of your lips. 

It’s odd—in an easy, overwhelmingly comfortable sense—how neither of you seem to care how close you are, even as the laughter dies down. It’s thoughtless as your hands rest on his chest and his slip to the small of your back like he feels the need to steady you. It’s natural, breathing in each other like you’ve always shared the same air, always occupied this same compact space. 

There’s another six feet width of an alleyway to back up to, and yet neither of you make the move to separate at all. 

The laughter stops, but the racing of your heart doesn’t. Your oxygen feels low, but you can’t tell whether it’s from the running anymore. Your cheeks are hot, but you’re not so sure it’s from your little bout of exertion. Your chest hammers, but you don’t think the adrenaline is to blame. 

You blink to try to clear your thoughts, to try to snap yourself out of the trance that’s going on between you and Mikey, the captivating eye contact that threatens to keep you enthralled forever. In doing so, something catches your eye, and a small gasp slips out of you. 

“Your head. It’s bleeding.” You raise your thumb up to it, swiping at it and gritting your teeth as you hear Mikey wince at the pressure. “Maybe we should go to the hospital.” 

“What? No, I'm fine,” he huffs, furrowing his brows, but you’ve known him long enough that you can register the panic behind those dark irises in a millisecond. 

“A grown man and you’re still afraid of doctors,” you tease, swiping at the small gash on his head again to collect the new drop of blood. 

“I’m not scared ,” he instantly interjects, pouting, pursing his lips out as he stares down at you. 

“Great, then you won’t have any problem going to get checked for a concussion.” And it’s evil, the way you step back as if you’re actually about to lead him to a hellhole of a hospital. It takes everything in you not to grin as a hand shoots out to grab your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. 

“Can’t you just take care of it.” It’s quiet, as he says it, like he’s embarrassed to even ask. Which is silly, you think, since you and Emma have been doctoring up him and Draken since you were kids. They should be used to asking for help by now, especially Mikey. 

Always Mikey , your mind supplies, and you mentally curse yourself for such a thought. 

“Yeah,” you nod, smiling at him reassuringly, blowing a short laugh through your nose as you watch his shoulders sag in relief. You pull your wrist out of his hand only to slip your own palm into it, closing around his and giving a gentle tug. “Let’s go.” 

And that’s how you find yourself in your apartment bathroom, Mikey on your toilet with your fingers gripping his chin, telling him to sit still or it’ll just burn worse as you swipe alcohol over his cut. 

“It hurts ,” he grits, knuckles white on the toilet ceramic as he glares up at you. 

“That’s because you won’t stop moving ,” you hiss right back, gripping his chin tighter between your fingers. You could’ve had this done ten minutes ago if he would stop acting like such a brat. “Geez, Haruchiyo never complains this much.” 

It’s weird, the way Mikey freezes in place, the fight leaving him entirely even as you swipe the alcohol pad over his cut one last time. He blinks up at you, like he’s completely baffled by your admittance. 

“You do this for Sanzu?” 

Your brows knit together slightly as you drop the used pad onto the counter and reach for the gauze. “I mean, yeah? Sometimes? He does those underground fights you know and he can’t really go to the hospital for those. See, he actually has a valid reason.” 

And you’re laughing, trying to lighten the sudden shift of the mood, but Mikey’s face has turned serious. His jaw set like it does when someone’s seriously pissed him off, or back when he used to beat people up in high school for hitting on you and Emma. The aura in the room has flipped, and your fingers are slow as they apply the bandage to the blond’s forehead. 

“I didn’t realize you were that close.” 

“I wouldn’t say we’re close ,” you dismiss, smoothing your fingertips over the gauze gently before stepping back to start putting everything away in the first aid kit again. “He just comes over when he needs help is all. We’re friends.” 

“Are we friends?” Mikey asks, standing up from the toilet lid and taking a step forward. He’s so close you can feel the heat radiating from him, his gaze burning into the side of your head. 

“Uhm, yeah? I’d like to think we are. I mean, you’re my best friend’s brother and I've known you since we were kids, so.” A nervous chuckle comes from your chest and you hate that his proximity does this to you. Because he is your best friend’s brother. Thoughts like this are wrong on so many levels. Even more wrong than spying earlier at the restaurant. 

You kind of want to shrivel in on yourself, just a little bit. 

Cool fingertips trace under your jaw, drifting down your neck before skimming back up to your cheek. Then they push, turn your head towards Mikey without a choice, like he knew you were trying to avoid eye contact. Though you suppose as long as you’ve known each other, he probably can map out every little tell of yours by now. 

Your mouth is dry as you hold eye contact with him, and you come to the stark realization that this is nothing like the moment the two of you shared in that alleyway. This one’s intimate, yes, but it’s different, somehow. Mikey’s thumb brushes against your cheekbone, rubs circles into the apple of it, as he stares at you like he’s trying to figure something out. 

“Hey,” he says, finally, after what feels like hours of your heart trying to climb out of your throat, “I ended up walking you home after all.” 

Then, that smile is back, curling the edges of Mikey’s lips and carving a dimple into his left cheek. That smile has ruined you—for anyone else, yourself , it doesn’t matter. It’s addicting, and contagious, so the upturn of your own lips is practically a given right after. 

“I guess you did,” you grin, turning yourself to fully face him. “But you still owe me for fixing up your whiny ass.” 

“Well what can I do to repay you, then?” His smile turns cheeky at the question, the gleam in his eyes mischievous as he leans down, close enough you can almost feel your noses touch. Close enough you can see the faint freckles beside his eyes, along the rise of his cheekbones. 

“Uhm,” you choke, bite your cheek as you try to keep your eyes anywhere but Mikey’s lips. This isn’t fair, at all, and you hate the way your hands instinctively reach forward to grab the front of his shirt. 

“Hm? What’s wrong? Delinquent got your tongue?” If it were any other moment you would smack him, roll your eyes and tell him to shut the fuck up before you beat his ass. 

But now, all you can do is swallow, take a shaky breath, and give in to the way your gaze falls to Mikey’s mouth. 

It’s on yours a second later, like that was the only signal he needed. 

Kissing Mikey is.. Different. He’s good, incredibly so—which should be a damn sin—but it feels forbidden almost. You’ve had kisses before, of course, but none like this. None in your apartment bathroom with your hands tangled in your best friend’s brother’s hair as he tugs you ever closer by the waist while also pressing you against the bathroom counter. Yet the whole time it doesn’t feel rushed or needy or wrong. It feels nice, and sweet, and soothing like putting lip balm over chapped lips. And Mikey, he’s just so gentle . 

Because even as he grips your hips, his fingertips are rubbing soft circles into them. Even as he presses his mouth hard against yours, he moves it slowly so as not to be too harsh. Even as he lifts a hand to force your head back further, he traces over the nape of your neck so serenely. It’s a push and a pull and gentle and unruly. He squeezes your hip as he pulls away, but pecks your lips so sweetly that it has you dizzy. 

You hate to admit you’re slightly out of it as he leans back, just a few inches, enough to actually look at you. He swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, looking at it then to your eyes as a smirk twists up his mouth. 

“Bet Sanzu never paid you back like that.” 

This time you do smack him, swatting at his chest as you shake your head with a laugh, attempting to catch the breath he just stole from your lungs. 

“No, never,” you admit, hands cupping the back of Mikey’s neck, staring up at him, admiring him freely for the first time in your life. No fear of getting caught. 

Well. 

“Oh my god, Emma,” you mutter, smile instantly dropping, a hand coming to your mouth at the realization. “If she finds out—“ 

“ If ,” Mikey accentuates, cutting you off and pulling your hand away. “Who says she’ll ever know?” 

“So, what, you plan on just sneaking around behind both of our best friends’ backs? Because you know we’ll have to hide it from Draken too. He’ll tell her.” 

Mikey hums, looks up a minute like he’s actually deep in thought, then turns his attention back to you as he leans in again. 

“Why not? Sounds kinda fun to me.” 

You don’t get another chance to protest before his mouth is slotting against yours once more, stealing your words, your breath, and your heart all in one go. You’d like to say you hate this, hate Mikey, even just a little bit—but you can’t. He might’ve just roped you into the biggest, most stressful scheme of your life, and you still don’t have any complaints. 

If. If is good.

likes & reblogs appreciated !

[cheshitora]

ETERNAL SUNSHINE

"ｄｅｅｐ ｂｒｅａｔｈｓ， ｔｉｇｈｔ ｃｈｅｓｔ， ｌｉｆｅ， ｄｅａｔｈ,"

cw :: mikey x gn!reader, angst, fluff, sfw, crying, mentions of d3ath, mentions of su!c!de, acceptance of d3ath, kissing (it's like one kiss tho), mental breakdown (nothing too serious except you kinda lash out)

:: the death of your friend took your close knit group of friends by surprise and shock. you were prepared to move on and grieve your loss by your lonesome.. until he suddenly reappeared in your house again but neither of you knew why ::

word count :: 3.5k, not proofread (sorry for the bad writing)

“You’re still here?” Your words were laced with venom, spitting at the blonde seated with a bowl of cereal at your dinner table, mouth full of the marshmallow candied food.

“Huh?” He replied, clearly oblivious to your apparent disdain of his current presence in your home.

“I said, you’re still here?” You squint your eyes at him, irritation flaring at his lack of comprehension, eyes piercing shards of glass into his empty shell of a head. He seemed unbothered, unperturbed to your irritability. It was like any other day, the same as it had been for the past few months.

He would get up, make a mess in your house, expect you to clean up after him and deal with all his other needy and whiny demands. It had become a new routine for you and one you despised with every fiber of your living being. So why were you putting up with him when it was just as easy to kick him out?

Four months ago, unbeknownst to you, you’d be plagued with the unfortunate company of your endless misery, an everlasting purgatory of unwanted memories - Mikey had randomly popped into the comfort of your home out of the blue on a Tuesday morning. Normally, on a regular day or occasion, his turning up wouldn’t have affected you much, except he was dead. And he showed up the day of his funeral.

Approximately four months ago, Sano Manjiro threw himself out of the window of a 10 story high hotel room, his death ruled a suicide. The news of his death had brought a wave of turmoil and distress amongst you and your friends, each of you grieving in your own way at the sudden news of your friend’s passing. The funeral came and went, the crowd in attendance mostly consisting of close friends and relatives, those who knew and were closest to the golden haired boy.

Mikey had once played a relatively small part in your life, the two of you remaining as just ‘friends’, acquaintances at best, though his death had still taken you by surprise, your days seemingly less bright than normal.

You weren’t complete strangers to him but not close enough to be ‘besties’, as he would often put it. Still, every now and then, you would hear your phone ‘ping’ with a notification, a message from the blonde with a random picture of a rock saying, “that’s you”. It was strange, dumb but slightly endearing, a small smile curling on your lips as you replied back, “throw me in a lake”. He would then send a video of himself “drowning” you in a puddle of water, the sound of his hearty laugh echoing in the background.

Perhaps you thought you weren’t close to him as you perceived but your friends around you knew otherwise. “Denial is a river in Egypt,” Emma once playfully jabbed at you, in an attempt to prove you actually cared more for Mikey than you led on, though you’d never admit it, not out loud and definitely not to his sister.

So when his untimely passing was brought to your attention, the realization of his absence in the world shattered you, your mental and physical state falling apart at the seams. It dawned on you that you would never be able to proclaim to the Toman leader your admiration for him, his strength and leadership qualities. You’d never be able to let him know how much you looked forward to his arbitrary messages at 2am, whether it was a picture of a bird he believed looked like you or an opinion about an asinine topic he “just needed to vent about” that would carry on for hours into the early morning hours. But most profound of all, you’d never be able to confess how fast your heart pounded in your chest in his company, your denial of your true feelings a remnant of the one that got away.

Well, not entirely.

As you traveled back home after the conclusion of his funeral, you were determined to lay in bed all day and mourn, having no energy to do much else but grieve the loss of the one you loved. Stepping into your house, a wave of familiarity washed over you, your eyes scanning the vacant living room at the sound of footsteps trudging near. Your head snapped to the left when you heard the sound of an all too familiar voice, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach as bile rose in your throat.

It was Mikey, standing in your dining room, a bowl of your leftover takeout from the day prior in his hands, a gleeful smile on his face.

“Mornin’. You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he joked, taking a bite of the steaming food.

It’s safe to say you fainted, your body falling onto the hard surface of your tile floor - I mean, how could you not? Just a mere 3 hours ago, you had witnessed his casket being lowered into the ground, tears coursing down your face in a river, the sounds of mourning reverberating in your ears as you painfully accepted his passing.

But now, he was here, in your house, alive? Maybe? Well, he wasn’t, as he would later explain to you. He was, in fact, dead but stuck in purgatory, limbo, to say the least. According to whatever, or whoever, he spoke to in the afterlife informed him of some “unfinished business” he needed to attend to before he could rest.

It didn’t make sense. For as long as you knew the delinquent boy standing before you, he had one set goal in life - to bring about a new age for delinquents, a feat he had accomplished already with the help of his now disbanded gang. Perhaps there was more to Mikey than you anticipated, but if he truly had another task to tackle before his eternal rest, why was he here, in your house? What did you have to do with his objective, a question he couldn’t answer himself, or so you thought.

In just the subsequent week of his reemergence, you’d hit a break in your mental health. What if you were just going insane, hallucinating the image of the blonde male in your grief? It was common for the bereaved to conjure the sight of their recently deceased loved ones as a coping mechanism, so maybe you were experiencing the same thing.

But as the days turned to weeks and weeks to months, that logic had long since flown out the window, leaving you to come to terms with your new house companion. At first, the Sano boy was a pleasant addition to your daily life, almost elated to have him back in your world… almost.

Mikey hurriedly overstayed his welcome and you wondered how Emma and Draken handled him on a day to day basis. He was needy, clingy and just flat out annoying. What did you see in him again? You were perceiving a new, or rather unseen, side of Mikey that was masked by his stance as Toman’s leader, his reputation as “the Invincible Mikey” casting over the whiny little boy attributes he had yet to grow out of.

By the fourth month of his return, your patience had run out, finally having had enough of his exasperating existence. You stared down as he sat with his bowl of cereal, chewing nonchalantly as he processed your irked mien, raising an eyebrow.

“You really thought I’d be gone after four months? I thought you were smart,” he jested, your anger flaring up again.

“I want you out of my house. Now.”

“No can do. I can’t leave, remember?”

Unfortunately, to your displeasure, as long as Mikey sought residency in your home until his task was completed, he could not leave, lest he wanted to reap the consequences, an option he pondered over on a few occasions when he particularly pissed you off beyond belief.

You groaned, your annoyance for the younger boy peaking.

“Get out of here.”

“I wish I could.”

“Get out now,” anger laced your voice, raising your tone as tears pricked the ducts of your eyes.

“What part of ‘I can’t’ don’t you get?”

That was it - the limit. In a brash and bold move, your arm slid across the table, effectively causing the bowl to skid off the table, porcelain shattering as it hit the hard, tile floor, milk splattering and soggy cereal coating the once spotless ground. Mikey’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief, half expecting you to act out in rage but not expecting his cereal to be the victim of your lashing out.

“Why did you have to come bother me? Why me? Why?”, you pleaded, your desperation for answers evident in the way you begged him to give you any solution, any remedy for the aching in your head and heart. In this moment, you held on for too long, tears spilling as your chest heaved, your sobs bouncing off the walls of closed space.

He sighed, a deep breath of air escaping his lungs as he gazed into your defeated, tear soaked eyes, his own softening at your distressed appearance. He knew his presence became harrowing the longer he stayed. Sure, it may have been only four months, but it was four months of reliving those painful memories of his life before death, anguish washing over you in waves as you replayed the exact moment you were called on your phone, Emma’s broken voice cracking into the phone as she brokenheartedly relayed the news of Mikey’s suicide.

It was a memory you dreaded reminiscing, the sight of his friends gathered around his casket at his funeral forever etched into the walls of your mind. Even when he somehow magically reappeared before you, your loaf of a brain would endlessly rewind those echoes of the past, the good and the bad, a bitter reminder of those untold feelings you harbored for him, for the blonde sitting in front of you at your dinner table.

Neither of you spoke, the silence deafening as you calmed yourself, soft sniffles emitting from you every few seconds, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. As you did, Mikey stood from his chair, the wood sliding against the hard surface as he stood, taking a small step towards your trembling form, encasing you tightly in his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

The sudden gesture was unusual to receive from the blonde, and it occured to you this was the first time you ever embraced him, since he wasn’t the type to issue out hugs to just anybody. You let him hold you, the feeling of his cold arms wrapped around you sending a shiver down your spine, a subtle reminder that the boy holding you close to his still heart is, in fact, dead.

Before you could say anything, finally finding the words to speak, Mikey scooped you up in his arms, a small yelp fleeing from your lips as he held you up, his strength imminent even in death. Leaving the mess of your outrage behind, he stepped out from the dining room, trekking towards the couch. Your eyes never left his face, his expression unreadable as per usual, stoic but his thoughts racing.

He placed you gently against the soft cushions of the couch, sitting down next to you, leaning back as he stared up at the ceiling, eyes vacant as mind continued to run, your eyes still glued to his face.

“You’re staring,” he said blankly - monotone. You averted your stare to your fidgeting hands in your lap, a rush of heat spreading on your face from being caught staring at your friend. You sat in silence again, the only sound of your mingled breathing heard as the morning turned to afternoon and afternoon to night.

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable but there were unspoken words itching to be said as the two of you sat in relative quiet. Having had enough, you turn your head slightly, ready to speak when your face flushes again, your eyes meeting Mikey’s as you turn. You hadn’t noticed his lingering gaze this whole time, hadn’t felt it on you. He had no reaction to your blush and you couldn’t decipher whether his lack of expression bothered or relieved you. You were unable to tell what he was thinking but in that moment, you both had a silent, mutual understanding of what needed to be said and done.

You shifted closer to Mikey, your orbs staring into each other as you inched closer to his still form. Your bodies were nearly touching but not quite, faces centimeters apart, breaths intertwined, heart hammering against your chest. With a burst of confidence, you closed the distance, lips sliding against his in a soft kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut, his half lidded with uncertainty before closing, meeting your lips with caution, his unspoken feeling pouring into the delicate kiss.

His hand slowly wrapped around yours, fingers intertwining as you deepened the kiss, your need for him expressed through the heated gesture, a quiet, barely audible sigh seeping into his mouth before you pulled away, slow and steady, savoring the feel of his warm embrace.

A subtle pink hue colored your cheeks as you tilted your head up, meeting the blonde boy’s half lidded gaze, his brow furrowed slightly, his once expressionless face now conveying vulnerability, a rare sight for you to experience but you understood.

Another silence came over you both, your body tilting forward to rest your head against his chest, your hand fisting his hoodie as you listened for a heartbeat, though none could be found. Tears threatened to escape your eyes as you rested on his chest, hands trembling, afraid to let go.

In a gentle motion, Mikey wraps his arm around you, your body unwinding in his hold, a warmth cascading over you despite his cold body temperature. Without warning and without hesitation, he spoke quietly, a soft whisper laced with tenderness.

“I love you..”

Your heart stopped momentarily, a single tear running down as you replied, your heart swelling at the sound of his long awaited confession.

“I love you too.”

His grip on you tightened, holding you close to his frigid body, as if he were afraid you’d slip away from him, as if you’d disappear. And suddenly, it hit you, the dawn arising at his tightening grip, the worry present in his eyes.

“Is that why you’re here?” you questioned, waiting for a response you feared he wouldn’t say.

Mikey had known all along why he’d been denied eternal rest. His unfinished business was you.

At the time of his death, his dying thoughts were of you, your smile, your kindness and your friendship, how he longed for you to be more than his friend, his acquaintance. He wanted you to love him the way he loved you, though his own fears and hesitance refused to allow him that satisfaction. Suppose he had confessed his hidden feelings and you reciprocated, he feared he wasn’t right for you, that he’d mess up or be too unattached for a working relationship.

The last thing he wanted was to hurt you, to push you away more than he already had. Deep down, he knew he wasn’t right for you, knew there were bigger issues he needed to handle before he could have your heart. In the end, it was for the better to let you go, and perhaps it was the very reason he couldn’t continue living, on top of all the other demons he was internally fighting.

But when he thought he could finally be free of you, he found himself in the vicinity of your home, his funeral taking place the same day he was assigned this task: to confess the love he truly felt for you.

The task itself couldn’t be done so easily. He couldn’t just say “I love you” to you and expect to disappear. It had to come from the heart and as dire as it was for him to confess, you had to make your confession to him as well, whether his love was reciprocated or not, at least he’d find peace.

And now, here he was, holding you in his arms, too scared to loosen his grip on you, his time with you coming to a close. He placed his hand on the side of your head, stroking your hair as he stared up at the ceiling.

“Yeah.. that’s why I’m here.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” you questioned again.

He lets out a deep exhale, running his free hand through his golden strands.

“I wouldn’t have been a good boyfriend. We both know that,” he explained, truth in his words that even you were aware of.

You knew to some extent the truth behind his confession, how unattached or despondent he could get at times and it was a risk he wasn’t willing to put you through.

“I’ve loved you for so long, dammit. I wish.. I wish you would’ve said something sooner.” You fought back tears as you clung to him tighter, knuckles turning white from the sheer tightness of your grip on his hoodie.

“I know. I should’ve but.. I didn’t. This is what I get.” He couldn’t bring himself to look at you, your grip tightening as you bury your face into his chest, wishing you could go back in time to stop him from ending it all.

He tilts his head down to look at you, gripping your chin gently, maneuvering your head to peer up at him, his usual cheeky smile on his face, as if to brighten your mood and mask his vulnerability.

“I guess I’ll see you on the other side?” he joked, chuckling lightly as you did. His smile. You’d commit it to memory every time he smiled at you and this time would be no different, though more significant.

You rested your head against his chest once more, his hand raking through your hair, the gentle motion lulling you to sleep. As you yawned, your eyes becoming heavy again with sleep, he mumbled something inaudible under his breath, your tired haze clouding your thoughts as you shut your eyes, your breathing coming in small huffs as sleep overcame you. He looked down at you, another small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head, closing his eyes.

His time was up. He loved you and you loved him. That’s all he wanted to know. He smiled, his eyes closed as he envisioned your smile, your radiance. It was all he could do now, waiting for the night to turn to day, waiting for the light to take him away.

Sunlight blared through the open curtains of your living room, the air cool and stuffy as you pried your eyes open, your body stiff and rigid from sleeping on the couch. You arched your back, stretching your limbs as you let out a deep yawn, rubbing your eyes as they adjusted to the bright lighting.

Your head whipped around the room, searching for the blonde boy you fell asleep on, the couch cold without him. You stretched your legs out, standing upright, legs wobbly as you explored your empty house, that air of familiarity no longer present as you desperately searched for Mikey.

After a few more minutes of relentless searching, you wound up back in the living room, the pain of your heart breaking coursing through your body, your sobs the only thing audible as you accepted your fate, his fate. He was gone and this time, for good.

You curled up on the couch instead, choked sobs and hiccups reverberating in your muted home. After some time, you exhausted yourself, becoming tired of crying, though the pain lingered, having lost the boy you loved for a second time, his second death more painful than the first. As you laid on the couch, you thought back to all of your happiest memories with Mikey, most being when you were young kids, running amuck without a care in the world, oblivious to the world around you as you basked in the glory of your youth.

If only you knew back then where he’d end up now, you would’ve told him long ago how much you loved him, how your heart ached for his love. If you could turn back time to any day before you began falling away from him, you’d hold him for as long as you could and plead for him to stay. Maybe then, he’d still be here. Maybe then, you’d be cradled in his arms, heart swollen with love and affection for the blonde boy, in the care of the one who loves you the most, in the warmth of your eternal sunshine.

che's aftermath :: welp, i dont know what to say other than thank you for reading. this was not the original intent for this work. i wanted it to be fun and a bit more morbid ngl but it just turned out sad. im still okay with the end result and might end up writing the original ver of this fic since thats how i originally wanted it. but thanks again for reading pookies

©ABOVE WORK BELONGS TO CHESHITORA. PLAGARISM AND STEALING WILL NOT BE TOLERATED. CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEIR ORIGINAL CREATORS

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Having An S/O Being A Member Of Toman

Type of Writing: Top Poll Result Characters: Manjiro Sano, Takashi Mitsuya, Souya Kawata, and Nahoya Kawata Name: Having an S/O Being A Member of Toman Original Poll Link: Here

A/N: My first ever Tokyo Revengers writing! I do hope that I portrayed the characters correctly, since I've just started watching the series. Personally, I give it a 10/10, it's amazingly put together and I love the art style! Anyways, sorry for the ramble, enjoy!

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🍡 Mikey is the leader of Toman, of course he always knows who joins the gang no matter what

🍡 When he first met you, which was before you joined, he was in the middle of a fight with Draken, and suddenly the man they were fighting was knocked out and the others were sent running

🍡 You turned around and pulled down your hood, revealing yourself to the males, and they were shocked, you had taken that guy down with one hit

🍡 Mikey loves spending time with his closest friends, and that includes you, and since you're a part of Toman, he gets to see you so much more than he would if you weren't a fellow member

🍡 Whenever you guys enter a fight together, you guys stay close, fighting back-to-back to make sure you guys didn't get seriously injured

🍡 You are one of the only people he has left in his life, and he isn't gonna lose you anytime soon if he can help it

🍡 He also loves to take rides with you on his bike, from going to look at the city from the edges of it to sitting at a park to look at the stars, riding your bikes together makes Mikey feel more connected with you

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🪡 This guy is a worry-wart when it comes to the people he cares about, especially his S/O

🪡 You joined Toman just after he and the other boys founded it, since you were just as good in fighting as the others were

🪡 Despite the fact you have held your ground for many years of being a part of this gang, Mitsuya is always watching over you when a threat emerges

🪡 One time proved this theory, when Toman had got caught up in a disagreement with a smaller, yet strong-standing, gang, you and him ended up being on the frontlines of a fight

🪡 Mitsuya watched over you, causing you to end up kicking someone away so that he wouldn't end up getting harmed from a blade the enemy was holding

🪡 You end up having to hoist him back down to Earth so he can not worry about you for five minutes

🪡 Much like with Mikey, Mitsuya loves to wide his bike with you, especially when you guys go to classes and whatnot together

🪡 I can see him having hidden embroidery on his uniform and other pieces of clothes, so, expect to have small things embroidered on your uniform and gloves that he made you to protect your knuckles

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💢 While he seems very mad and pissed-off all the time, Angry is very delicate when it comes to handling his brother and fellow loved ones, including his darling S/O

💢 He, much like Mitsuya, is a worry-wart when it comes to fights

💢 He's strong, and his S/O may also be just as strong as him, but, that doesn't stop him from trying to protect them and stay as close as he can during large debacles

💢 Angry is a protective lover, no doubt

💢 Even though you're a fellow member of Toman, he always has that slight nagging in his head that you may end up fighting someone that could take you down

💢 You have protected this man's skin from getting into fights quite a few tmes

💢 Like I mentioned, he's a fairly passive person, so, whenever someone tries fighting, he always attempted to calm them down, but, when you realize they aren't taking that, you land a kick to them and cause the rest to run away, despite your boyfriend's disagreements to that

💢 Angry and Smiley both made a pact to protect you when the other was busy, if one cares for you, the other does as well!

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☀️ Fiercely protective boyfriend? Fiercely protective boyfriend.

☀️ If Smiley is super defensive of his brother and Mikey, than you know he gonna be extra defensive about his S/O

☀️ Unlike Angry, Smiley is far less of a worrier than him, he is confident in his S/O's abilities to keep themselves safe, and he ends up drifting farther away from his S/O during fights

☀️ But, that doesn't mean that he doesn't keep a close eye on them, these enemies of theirs are known for their tricks

☀️ During your first fight together, you ended up getting slightly wounded, since your enemy landed a few hits to your ribs and face, leaving slight bruising on your face and large ones on your chest

☀️ That is when he starts worrying more than anything

☀️ He was quite agitated that that person ended up harming you, and once he saw them hurt you, he lunged away and began to punch the hell outta him

☀️ Smiley also loves to train with you, since you're just as experienced as him

☀️ While he doesn't like riding his bike with you that often, he does enjoy taking walks with you, it's funny to him how nobody is aware of your status as delinquents, it gives him a rush of adrenaline inside

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Hi, could I solo a Mikey with a shy reader at a Toman meeting? Please

Manjiro (Mikey) Sano x gn!reader

2-year-old asks!! I post every blue moon. I also took creative liberty cause, idk wtf I was supposed to write

I might have accidentally put "He" somewhere in here for the reader, but I'm illiterate so don't come for me

Y/N was always so quiet. They weren't an ordinary member, but they never stood out like a sore thumb. The only person attention they ever seem to steal was Mikey and an ever so curious Takemichi. Whenever Takemichi didn't know someone or their position, he would ask his trusty, right-hand man, Chifuyu.

"Who's the kid, the one leaning against the pillar." Takemichi turned towards his partner with an egar look on his face.

"That's L/N Y/N. They're not the most talkative, if I'm being honest. But they show up to just about every gang meeting and division captain meeting." Chifuyu mentioned off as if this should be common knowledge.

Takemichi looked at Y/N, now talking to Mikey. They were deep into conversation, yet they would only ever talk to Mikey, maybe on the rare occasion would they be caught talking to another founding member.

Chifuyu leaned closer to Takemichi to mention something in a loud whisper, "There's rumor stirring that they're actually dating, or at the very least crushing."

Takemichi continued to stare at the two as Mikey left to officially start the Toman meeting.

Y/N seemed to be keeping to themselves throughout the whole meeting, every once in a while people would usually turn to talk about what their captain said, but Y/N didn't seem to have interest in that.

When the meeting finished, Y/N hoped on the back of Mikeys back as they went home. Takemichi was dead set on uncovering their relationship. Why would Mikey be so interested in someone who barely spoke, and why would anyone be into Mikey...

Takemichi walked over to the few remaining captains, which consisted of Draken, Mitsuya, Smiley, and Angry. They all left shortly after Mikey, aside from Sanzu, who left the exact second Mikey did.

"Hey Draken, can I ask you something?" Takemichi walked closer to the group who were previously lost in conversation. "Does it have something to do with Y/N?" Draken questioned like he already knew.

Takemichi was taken aback by his response, begging to know how he knew... was Draken a timeleaper, too!? Takemichi was quickly brought back down to earth when Draken spoke, "It was kinda hard not to notice how intently you were staring at Y/N almost the whole meeting." Takemichi was a bit embarrassed by this. He knew he was staring, but he didn't know it was that obvious.

"Yeah, do you guys know what's up with Y/N? They don't seem to talk to anyone but Mikey." Takemichi let out in what seemed like one breath. A few in the group looked at him dazed, others with a curious look to hear the answer. "Well, I think it's normal to feel most comfortable around you, partner." Draken uttered like it was the most obvious response in the world.

Takemichi looked at Draken dumbfounded with his response, though he's not shocked, Drakens acting like he knows every last thing about the personal lives of the Toman members. "Oh yeah, Y/N and Mikey are dating...if you didn't know." Draken says, still making direct eye contact with a dumb founded Takemichi.

Takemichi sighs, thanking Draken before heading over to wear Chifuyu had parked his bike so his partner could take him home. He made sure to tell Chifuyu that his suspicions about Mikey and Y/N were true, earning a loud yell in excitement from Chifuyu over his correct assumption.

As Takemichi was dropped off at his house, he made a note to himself to get to know the person dating his best friend.