#mikey imagine

[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.”

[txmbstone]

― 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋

summary: even leader need someone to lean on

warnings: it's tormenting mikey hours y'all. and very bad writing. it's short and simple and i haven't written anything in over a year please be kind lol.

author’s note: hi all! this is the first post of my moving blogs! just a note if anyone followed from there they are being deleted and being reuploaded here!

pairings: manjiro sano x reader (ƒ)

There are nights he can't sleep. Nights when the thoughts are too, loud, too violent, reaching for the darkest parts of him no matter how hard he tries they don't seem to go away. Nights he wakes shaking and drenched with sweat, panting in the silence of his room, looking for trouble and finding none. Nights when the scarier, darker, the worst parts of him take hold and suddenly every horrid thought sounds like a good plan.

It's nights like these he runs to you.

He doesn't bother sending you a text he's on his way over. You’ll know and you'll forgive him.

You know what it's like to face your demons alone. You don't want him to be alone. He’s suffered on his own long enough.

It's why when he throws a pebble at your window and you're there, half-asleep and rubbing dreams from your eyes, the bat at your bedside stays there, glinting in the moonlight with the threat that never comes.

Words of apology nip the end of his tongue until you're suddenly yanking him through your window into your embrace.

It’s nights like these he finds himself in your arms more often than he would care to admit.

He can't help it.

Not when his mind is racing with thoughts of destruction and bloodshed and actions so archaic he's sure if he voiced them his ass would find its way seven ways to sunday in an institution. He finds comfort in the heat of your body, in the lingering smell of your shampoo, the steady beating of your heart.

He buries himself there, and lets himself go.

He doesn't remember ever moving to your bed, but his head is suddenly in your lap and he's losing all semblance of sanity as your fingers wind their way into his hair, nails ever so gently raking over his scalp, untangling his golden strands as you find the knots.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Does he? Can he? Can he voice the thoughts he swore he wouldn't tell a soul — words he wouldn't even tell Kenny? Can he tell you he still sees his brother's body, lying battered and bleeding on the white tile of his bike shop? Tell you the never-ending moment of Baji’s last bloodied smile? Would you still be there if he told you he enjoyed watching the life slowly leave kazutora's eyes?

The very thought tightens his throat and his eyes burn with unshed tears of anger and anguish.

He shakes his head, too scared of breaking in front of you. Too scared of letting himself be vulnerable. Too scared to let down that wall. Too scared the moment he does he'll never be able to build it back up again. Not for you.

You sigh, adding the faint scrape of your nails against his scalp as you card through his thick hair, into his fade, and rubbing between his shoulder blades where you know he's worked up a knot.

He puts too much stress on himself. To be the guarded leader he always wants to be. You understand, in their weird, twisted little way. There are even things you have yet to tell him, thoughts even you are scared of when they creep their way into your conscious. There are nights when you run to him, when you can't sleep and can't bear the thought of being alone. You know you can trust him, can trust him to keep this break in facades to one another.

For now, you're content running your fingers through his blond tresses, humming a song under your breath, relishing in his calm, slow breathing as he finds sleep.

When your ready, when he's ready, he'll let you know.

[angstigone]

WARNINGS: heavily selfship-coded, second chances, getting together, final timeline setting, au, mention of childhoof friends-to-lovers, mention of rejection and heartbreak, moving away, meeting again, gender neutral (I tried to keep it).

«Weren’t they supposed to be abroad?».

Mikey was inevitably startled by Ken-chin’s comment as the flute in his hand stopped halfway through meeting the one of his dearest friend, while the brunette in front of him narrowed his eyes in evident confusion. 

Not displeasure but there was something akin to genuine concern as he inevitably shifted his gaze on Mikey for a moment.

«Hhm, who are you talking about?» aside Yuzuha he couldn’t think of any of their former female friends who had gone abroad and he knew for sure that Ken-chin didn’t mean the red haired woman as Mikey could spy her talking animatedly with Senju to his left. 

It had to be somebody else and Mikey wondered whether it was a friend of Hina? 

Though it made little to no sense as to why Draken might recognize her, unless maybe it was a shared friend of Emma as well and…

Why all this theorizing when he could simply turn around, despite the slight hiss from Draken that ‘it’d be rude’? 

Still, he didn’t regret his brusque gesture because it was strictly rude to stare at somebody - a stranger - who had just entered a room. 

He regretted it because it was you, who caught his gaze but for a moment before you were promptly swept away by Baji and Chifuyu and their warm welcome.

He turned immediately, unable to face Draken, as he realized that he should have known it from the start that it was you; he hadn’t heard about you much since the Toman had split up and he had begun pursuing his dream as a professional racer.

Still, sometimes Emma would mention you, casually, mostly about the postcards coming from different places that you still sent her as a token of your friendship.

There had been none for Mikey though, who had been your friend back then.

And maybe something more.

Still, he couldn’t exactly blame you: he had been the one rejecting you, after all, hadn’t he?

«… I guess that they must have thought that Takemitchy finally marrying was an event big enough to come back, don’t you think?» he tried to feign his usual childishness, although he didn’t know why he was pretending with Draken out of all people, who knew him better than that and had been there for the aftermath of his rejection «… though I hadn’t realized they had been invited or…».

«… or you wouldn’t have shown up?» that was the closest that Ken-chin would have ever come to call him a coward. 

He hadn’t agreed with his plan of rejecting you, calling out Mikey for his obvious feelings for you, which made the shorter boy bite back and venomously, asking him whether he wasn’t the biggest coward among them because he couldn’t even acknowledge his feelings for Emma. 

Except now Emma and Draken were married, with even a baby on the way, and he felt bashful even sneaking your image in the mirrored surface of the marble wall in front of him.

«… they look good, though. Gotta admit it».

You did, although Mikey didn’t have a clear image of you, but he could tell that you had left behind many of your childish features, in a startling able adult that was giggling at whatever dirty joke Kazutora had just pulled.

«Yeah, I…» what could he even say about that? 

He knew that you looked good because he had pushed you away that day. 

Don’t misunderstand him, he had … felt the exact same as you; it was only natural with you being childhood friends all across the timelines, that he’d grow to love you so deeply and caringly that he knew that had he accepted your feelings - like in the previous timelines - he’d have destroyed you.

He had seen what you had become by his side, codependent to his own sadness enough to feed off it and inevitably being a bitter image of the person you had been. 

Hence why he knew that you were doing good if you smiled so brightly and happily, as he hadn’t ever heard you do in the previous times you had been twenty-six.

He knew he wasn’t necessarily … the problem - it had taken him a few therapy sessions to admit it and probably a few more concussions on the race ground - but he had also vowed not to make the same mistakes of the previous timelines, which comprehended not rushing you through a relationship when you hadn’t known what you had truly wanted. 

He knew that had he accepted your feelings, you’d have been happy but in the long run, you’d have become the person he molded you into and not your own.

So, he had let you go: he hadn’t been cruel in rejecting you, insisting that he was doing it for your own good and that was enough. 

Should have been enough for you and him, although he had felt his own heart break at his refusal to accept your feelings.

“Maybe… in a few years…” he had whispered through your choked sobs, but the years had passed and you had moved to Europe to pursue your artistic careers while Mikey raced through the continents with his own team. 

You didn’t send him postcards and he didn’t visit you.

For two childhood friends, you had grown distant all throughout these years and he didn’t know how to fill the distance, although he knew that he could have done so easily - a call or even a postcard - but he hadn’t wanted to trapse onto your space and invade what little you had made out of his own bitterness.

So, meeting you again felt like the best and worst thing that could have happened to him.

«Mikey» he must have been gazing off «It’s a good chance to talk to them, don’t you think?».

«Hhm, Ken-chin, what is there to say?».

You both had probably grown into two - wholly - different people, although your laugh sounded the same and you had stayed true to yourself. 

He just hoped you had had a chance to discover more about it all on your own, without him holding you back.

«I doubt they’ll want to talk with me. And it won’t do to sour Takemitchy’s day with bad feelings!».

«Hhm, maybe they ain’t bad feelings» Draken shot back with - somehow - a knowing smirk, going to drown his own flute and pat his friend’s shoulder «if I was you, I’d talk to them, but oh well, I have got bigger balls than you».

«Keep telling that to yourself, I’ll remind you the way you were sweating profusely when you asked Shinichiro for Emma’s hand in marriage» his friend flustered to the tip of his ears but walked a few steps further to where Emma and Izana were probably discussing some matters about the baby on the way. 

They had grown closer with their - wayward - sibling although he’d be oftentimes abroad as well with his nonprofit but the fact that he was chatting with Emma about a plan to help her through the first months once the baby arrived was a testament that something had changed.

Not just you… or him, for the matter.

Should he try to talk to you? 

But to say what? 

Explain to you that he hadn’t meant to break your heart - because he had - out of genuine cruelty, but because he knew that even in a good timeline, you both weren’t ready for it? 

Would you have understood it?

You’d have; he hadn’t ever questioned your emotional intelligence but he also knew how devoted you could have been for those that you loved. 

For God’s sake, you had once started a whole crying fit because you hadn’t enough strawberries for everybody at the dojo after Haruchiyo had shown up unexpectedly on a normal afternoon.

Still, you made the decision for him as he had sneaked away to eat cake in peace after the whole ceremony; as much as he was glad for his friends’ happiness, he had his own limits around loud spaces, which felt funny considering his line of job and the fact that he was a former gang leader.

He choked on the first bite, sat against a hidden pillar in the room, when he heard his name called.

 «Mikey?».

You seemed unsure, although not insecure, more like you hadn’t recognized with his dyed hair and new haircut, dressed all professionally which had been all due to Emma and not him, since he had wanted to show up in his old gang robes. 

He had suggested they all did but a quick glare from the fashion police - Hakkai and Yuzuha - had been enough to have everybody in suits and elegant dresses.

He felt suddenly stupid and definitely not ‘the invincible Mikey’ as your eyes settled onto him, before you carefully moved to sit down in front of him, mindful of your clothes as the other boy took in the pretty shade of a deep burgundy that well suited you. 

You had grown inevitably beautiful and Mikey couldn’t hold your gaze but for a few minutes, glad to busy himself with his cake so as not to have his eyes always on you, although he wished for it.

Oh to be able to stare at you. Only.

«You don’t mind, right?» you asked, although already seated, as you seemed more at ease. More confident, which was a good look on you «These shoes are killing me».

«I ditched my tie somewhere along the religious ceremony» and Emma had sorely glared at him for a few good hours since then, each time she took in the sight of its absence «No judgement from me».

You giggled and it was - indeed - the same old sound. 

He was glad that in the future you weren’t smothered by his own sadness or cruelty and could smile so openly and genuinely. 

He tightened his grip onto his fork to hold back the genuine tears that sprung from his eyes.

«It was a nice celebration» it was small talk which felt painful when he knew you had been able to talk about everything «I am glad I could come, you know? I almost didn’t believe it when I received Hina’s invite in the mail. I didn’t think I’d get one, honestly, as we haven’t spoken in so long…».

Another painful reminder why this was so awkward.

«Hina, I… I don’t even know how she knew where I have been staying» you chuckled to diminish the tension «… I guess it was Emma, but… ugh, I should ask her when she’s a bit freer. Did you notice how Takemitchy has been hogging her whole night? As if he won’t get his whole life with her!».

Well, considering everything that poor Takemitchy had been through, Mikey didn’t find it in himself to judge his friend too harshly and neither did you.

«Though, I have to admit it’s cute» you looked at him expectantly as he couldn’t help but think you must have felt awkward, speaking about yourself for the entirety of the exchange. 

Which didn’t truly feel like it.

«… I find you… well…».

«I… I do as well» you looked blessed by the sun and healthy; none of the sickly slimness that had characterized the other timelines or ashy complexion that had him worrying. 

No, you seemed genuinely and utterly healthy although something didn’t reach your eyes fully.

«I… I didn’t… I haven’t kept up with you… but I… Emma does tell me that you published a book and I…».

He hadn’t meant not to keep up and saying out loud made him realize what a shitty dirtbag he had been, for protecting his peace avoiding you as if it was possible; you had always wanted to be an illustrator for children books and he was glad you had succeeded also in this, against your parents’ best interest, pursuing your own with nobody holding you back.

He might not have kept up with your own job and art, but he knew you were thriving and he was proud of you for it.

«I… no, please let’s not… let’s not mention it» you spoke bashfully, although it lacked the bitter edge of self-doubt of your previous years «… it’s… it isn’t… it isn’t anything big. Especially with you, Mr. HotShot-Three-Times-World-Champion».

«Oh God, not you too!» he protested, feeling the one that was bashful this time, which was so out of character of him - always boisterous and arrogant - but he guessed it was only normal to be his truest self with you «… actually do tell that to Kisaki and Koko, they have been on my ass for the last race. Insisting that I fell on purpose».

«Are they wrong, though?» oh how you read him so well. 

He had thought that you’d both be out of practice but after the awkward first moment, you were back to it, in full, like years hadn’t passed.

«Don’t mention it to them» he said confidentially, making you laugh out loud as he pushed his plate of cake in your direction; it had been how Emma had discovered that he liked you, she had once told him: he didn’t share his food with anybody but you, although he insisted it was because you always did as well. 

You took it almost as if it was second nature and using the same fork took a bite out of it.

Mikey tried not to think about the implications of the gesture, as it was an indirect kiss.

He might not think fondly of his other selves, but in his worst moments, he’d remember how they had all kissed you and how your lips had tasted. 

The way you always let out this soft moan the moment that you pulled back from a heated kissing session and the way you’d open your mouth naturally when he’d just stroke your waist just…

… he shouldn’t have thought about it, at all. 

Not just because the realization that in this timeline, he didn’t have you was startling but also because you weren’t aware of it and it had him feeling… guilty.

«So…» you started softly, with a bit of cream on the corner of your lips, that Mikey hadn’t the guts nor the confidence to clean «… are you here alone?».

«I came with Ken-chin and Emma» he replied almost mechanically upon realizing that you meant whether he had come with a significant other, which completely explained your bashful expression, as you ducked your head to the side while waiting for his answer «… I no, I… if you mean… no I am… am… I haven’t been that lucky in that department, you know?».

Technically it wasn’t true as there were many - among women and men - who had sought him out for company, either because impressed by his status or his career, but all this time he had found that he had eyes only for you, although you were away and probably never coming back.

Except you were there, not meeting his gaze although he could see something relaxing at his confession.

«What about you?»

Two could play this game and Mikey couldn’t help but slightly bite his tongue as a way to ease his stress while he waited for an answer; the thought of you in a happy relationship would have been the cherry on the cake as you weren’t only successful but had also somebody who could back you up.

Still, the thought that it wasn’t him who was holding you up through the road? 

It hurt and raised up a deep sense of possessiveness in the pit of his stomach that he tried to shut down quickly.

It had been what had led him down a dark path in the past and what risked doing the same to you.

«Ahem… I guess it’s the same for me» you nervously scratched the back of your head although meeting his eyes this time, bashfully but holding his gaze «… I came alone here, I was hoping…».

You stopped halfway through as something meek appeared in your features and Mikey tried not to hope, as you sucked your face in a grim expression, enough that he thought you’d spend the rest of the time in uncomfortable silence. 

He could have said something - told you that he was glad that you were both single and asked you whether you were ready to mingle, much to his old childish antics - but he felt like it was important for you to do the first step and unexpectedly you did.

«When you rejected me you told me that it wasn’t the right time and that… that it wasn’t a true rejection».

He remembered perfectly the words that he had used, it was the least he could do.

«… you… you simply wanted us to have the time to grow into the people we could have become and although… I thought it was just a pretty excuse, I… I did… I did see you were right on the long run».

Your understanding struck Mikey like a baseball bat as he found himself suddenly rid of part of the guilt he had carried for having hurt you when he had just wished to protect you. 

Clumsily so.

«… so, this… this is stupid and I… I will leave Japan for ever if you… if you… if I didn’t properly understand your words because getting rejected one time is already embarrassing, but two times? I wouldn’t survive the humiliation!».

«No, no, you…» Mikey knew that your ramble indicated he should have let you talk but he couldn’t; he didn’t want you to think that you were humiliating yourself «… you thrived in these years apart, I can… I can tell that I… you don’t have anything to feel embarrassed with, I… you know… I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t judge you like that?».

And again for his relief, you genuinely nodded, meeting his eyes earnestly.

«Then… ahem…» you were stalling, coughing to clear up your voice, although it was trembling, not coarse «… well, I… Manjiro Sano, will you go out with me?».

«Did you have to say it formally?» now he was the one who was stalling him as you, after a moment of hesitation, you straight up pushed him by his shoulders, letting out a bewildered screech.

«You are awful!».

«Hhm hmm» he shot back, taking that exact moment to balance himself by bringing you closer and hugging you gently, realizing only in that moment how much he had missed the sensation of it against his own body, glad that the sensation hadn’t changed and your perfume had stayed the same. 

As comforting as always. 

After a moment of tensing up, you relaxed much quicker returning the hug as you dragged him further into you.

«Missed you so much».

«I know I… I did even when I hated you» you shot back, gently rubbing his back as he thought it was just you asserting yourself that he was truly there «… it took me… took me so much to understand that you hadn’t meant it … that you wanted me to get better. On my own».

«I didn’t want you to decide who you could have become because of me» he repeated right back «In spite of me».

«Well, I… I know who I am now» you said confidently, disentangling yourself from the hug to look him in the face «… and I’d really… I’d really like… to… well, maybe give it a chance. If you… if you…».

«I definitely want to» he pursued his lips in a smile that mimicked your own, softly going to kiss your forehead «… gotta get the bouquet first. I think that we wasted too much time, by the way!».

[shiftingatdawn]

Does anyone on here still write for Fairy Tail?, more specifically for Gray Fullbuster..I've read the fan fictions (Gray x fem!reader) of him on here but I feel like I've read all of em🥲. If anyone writes about them or read any good ones, can you tag me in the stories please, thank youu.

[rakeisu]

▪ Song Recs For (Anime) Simps ▪

▪ Mano "Mikey" Sanjiro ▪

▪ Genre: Chill R&B ▪

▪ Honorable Mentions: Ken "Draken" Ryuguji, Mitsuya Takashi, Chifuyu Matsuno, Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento, Keigo Takami, Shota Aizawa

[emmyrosee]

“Your heart is beating. It’s nice” thank u mikey 🥺🫶🏻

ᥫ᭡ for sano manjiro, BODY OF YEARS.

𔘓 first post on this account! also happy bday mikey! (post christmas showdown)

“this is your idea of quality time?” the words leave your mouth with an amused chuckle. there’s no malice behind the question, it’s genuine.

mikey only hums in agreement, head buried in your chest. he hasn’t budged for a good hour now, slipping in and out of sleep ever since he came through your door. 

no further questions dare to manifest outside your thoughts. the concerns aren’t voiced verbally, though you do wonder why he came in so late, face littered with cuts and a busted lip as a christmas gift. you want to know why he hasn’t muttered a word—normally he would eagerly chat your ear off about whatever ken did earlier, or the disastrous wardrobe takemichi has.

he shifts, allowing you to at least get more comfortable on the couch. “your heart’s beating, it’s nice.”

you’re.. pretty sure you’re aware of that. 

gently, you run your fingers through his hair. “yours is beating, too.” you take one of his arms from your waist, hand wrapping around his wrist. “see?”

mikey moves his face from your chest, opting for nuzzling in the space between your shoulder and neck. it sends shivers down your spine. “stay, please.”

“i’m not going anywhere.” you feel like he needs to hear it. “never will.”

he’s a ghost against your neck, leaving behind a trail of phantom pecks on the skin. there’s the mischievous blonde you know, holding you down to control your squirming. “i like your laugh, too.” and he gets plenty of it, tickling your sides for good measure as well.

“mikey—sano manjiro quit it!”

your demands go ignored, he even starts chomping on your neck.

and yet, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

⠀⠀⠀⠀navi.⠀＆⠀m.list.⠀＆⠀send me an ask!

[katyjane91]

Whenever I see the sheer love that people still have for My Chemical Romance, the way that they made a single piano note so recognizable, I think of this Cracked article from 2006 and laugh and laugh and laugh

[metranart]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

➡️ FULL NSFW ART of this drabble 🥵

[sleepis4theweak]

Apparently when my younger brother was just born my mom found him napping with his blanket fully covering him, and she pulled back the sheet (worried he couldn't breathe or something) to find him fully awake staring at her. It scared the shit out of her and she still talks about it to this day lmao

[emmyrosee]

Manjiro Sano "Mikey"

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05:23 Manjiro is a Yapper

[forgetful-nerd]

The real reason we’ll never get another Turtles Forever is because if these three met then they would absolutely destroy everything in their paths.

Also they’d verbally eradicate any villain’s self esteem in like 10 seconds.

[txmbstone]

─ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋

summary: stick to me. stick to me like caramel. walk beside me until you feel nothing as well

warnings: language, mikey being mikey, it's sad mikey hours y'all, shit writing cause i haven't put pen to paper in six months

pairing(s): manjiro sano x reader (gη)

It's late when your phone lights up, blinding you with bright light. Adjusting the brightness, you blink and check your messages.

It's Mikey.

You up?

You roll your eyes at that, send a reply through a yawn.

I am now. What's up?

Can't sleep. Wanna go for a drive?

You glance at the time.

At two in the morning? Where would we drive to?

Anywhere. I can't stay in the house any longer before I break something.

You stare at the ceiling for a moment. What could have set him off? Was it a nightmare? A bad memory? A dark thought? What could have been so bad he needs to take you with him a drive because he doesn't trust himself enough not to do something stupid?

Give me ten minutes.

The moment the motor winds down, Mikey's throwing himself onto the grass. You watch him, watching the way he makes it a point to stare at the sky, the way he takes several deep breaths and his hands ball into fists above his head.

You watch him, listening to the gentle drops of rain hitting your jacket. A small shower had blown in the second you made it to Mikey's house, powering down your motor so as not to wake his sister, Emma.

He was already outside the moment you pass through the gate, his signature Toman jacket protecting him from the light breeze rustling against the trees in the courtyard. You've never seen him so forlorn, not even uttering a greeting to you as he hops on the back of your bike and you speed off into the night.

Mikey gives a wobbly sigh, as if the heavens listened to his cry and thunder rolls in the distance.

You can't stand it anymore.

"Mikey...what's wrong?"

"I dreamt of him again. That stupid bike shop he loved so much. He was there and he wasn't dead and he was smiling and he felt so real. I could've reached out and touched him," he says, fingers reaching for the cloudy sky.

"And then he's not. One second he's standing in front of me smiling and the next he's dead on the floor and it's all my fault."

"Mikey, no-"

"It is! Kazutora was my friend and I should have told him that bike shop was my brother's. If I had told him-" he bites back the sob. "If I had told him he would still be alive and I wouldn't be wanting to rip Kazutora's throat out."

The sob dies in his throat the moment you throw yourself at him, rocking him from whatever disillusioned reality his mind threw him in and wrap yourself around him like a snake. "Manjiro." You cry his name, and he freezes. You've never said his real name like that before.

Like the damn words were ruining you too.

"You listen you me and you listen well; this is not your fault. None of this is your fault. Kazutora went into that bike shop on his own, you had no knowledge of it. What happened to Shinichiro was nothing you could have prevented. Trust me, Mikey, I know-"

There's a wetness on his neck he knows isn't rain.

Tears.

They're your tears.

Fuck.

"This had nothing to do with you, Mikey. Kazutora went into your brother's bike shop on his own. He killed Shinichiro on his own, and they threw him in juvie for it. You are here because Kazutora made his own mistakes, and your brother died defending the one thing you both loved. Don't let him take that away from you. Away from Shinichiro."

"...It still hurts."

"I know," you pull him close, holding him to you as he cries. "I know."

[anisespice]

“ accidents happen ” || tokyo rev.

cont. two

synopsis: in which they discover you had their child and kept it from them all these years later.

pairing: bonten x fem!reader [ mikey, ran, sanzu ]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. mature language, crude humor, angst (if you squint really hard), deadbeat!bonten (unintentionally), not proof-read so there may be errors lol and i think that’s it :))

notes: i just want the drama >:) may make more parts, and even extend said headcannons into longer fics in the future, but wanted to post something quick for mother’s day. hope you enjoy!

When you disappeared off the face of the earth, MIKEY had never been the same. One fight. One argument that spiraled out of control, and you were just gone...

He had people looking for you for about a couple years, the trail ran cold after a while and he had half a mind to think you were dead. Up until he got intel of your whereabouts one morning during a meeting.

That man got up and left immediately.

He wasn’t accompanied with any of his men, only because he didn’t want to draw any unwanted attention in the broad daylight. Sure, him wearing a black hood, ball cap, and mask in a park didn’t really help him look inconspicuous but it at least concealed his identity enough for him to blend in. Mikey sat on a bench for a good forty minutes, anxious, making anyone who passed him shiver from his intense aura alone; even birds walked around him. After almost an hour of waiting, he began to feel frustrated. Perhaps, the intel was false. Just as he went to stand, already conjuring up ways to have Sanzu execute the idiot who wasted his time, he heard it.

Your voice. Seizing him, like a siren’s call.

His eyes were alert, darting around until they landed on your figure, spotlighted by the sun, like an angel descending from the heavens. You looked good, healthy. That was good. An array of emotions fought for their turn in Mikey’s heart—Relief, distress, anger, nostalgia. He couldn’t just pick one, especially when it came to you. As he watched from his spot, doing his best to not seem suspicious, he clocked the people you were approaching with excitement, your peppy stride as you waved at, what he presumed, to be mother and daughter.

However, his entire world turned upside down when the little girl extended out her arms towards you, and said “Mama!”

“Hello, my darling.~” You cooed, taking her into your awaiting arms from the woman, embracing the toddler tightly. “Mama missed you so much.”

“Missed you, mama!” was the child’s reply, followed by her giggles.

A bucket of cold water would’ve been better than this. Watching you converse with who he now assumes to be the babysitter, Mikey felt faint. Vision blurring, head pounding, heart clenching. You…you…no. There’s no way. You wouldn’t have moved on…you couldn’t have, not like this, not from him. You loved him, didn’t you? You still love him, didn’t you?

How could you…how could you?

Before he knew it, he started to follow you around. From the park, to the store, all the way back to your apartment. He already phoned some of the executives to start working in on the babysitter, and anyone else in your new found circle for information. He wanted answers. He needed them.

By the time you began fixing dinner, with your daughter laid down for a nap, you receive a knock at your door. Who could that be at this hour?

RAN was chilling outside the rendezvous spot for something the boss and a few other execs were participating in, having a smoke, minding his business, up until he sees a little girl with pigtails wearing a school uniform approaching, standing before him and just…staring. She barely came up to his thighs, could've been no older than seven. She was practically staring into his soul with bright lavender eyes that scarily reminded him of Rin’s when he was that age.

He stared back, head tilted as he blew out the smoke from the corner of his mouth. The hell was a kid doing on this side of town?

Then, after an uncomfortable staring contest, the little girl points at his cigarette. “My ma says those things are bad for you.”

Ran raised a brow, “Does she now?”

“Mmhm! She says it makes people unhappy.”

He offered a thoughtful nod, an amused grin spreading across his face. “Mm. Do I look unhappy?”

The girl looked at Ran for a minute, eyes squinted. Eventually, she shook her head. “No. But, ma also says people who are always unhappy get better at hiding it.”

Ran’s grin faltered. Her unwavering stare started to unnerve him, especially after hearing such a heavy statement come from such a small package.

After a brief moment of silence, he chuckled softly, taking one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it away. He exhaled. “Smart woman.”

The little girl beamed, “Mmhm! My ma knows a lot of stuff.”

“Tsk. But not ‘Stranger Danger’, apparently.”

She tilted her head, curious. “Huh?”

“You shouldn’t be wandering around by yourself, let alone approaching someone you don’t know. ‘s not safe. Especially for nosy little girls who stick their noses in other people’s business. Your ma never taught you that?”

The little girl rolled her eyes, hands on her hips. “Duh. Of course she did. Everyone knows that rule,” she exasperated. Ran snorted, but yielded when she squinted at him, pointing as she sassed. “And I do so know you, so you’re not a stranger.”

This time, Ran couldn’t help the incredulous laugh. “Oh, you know me, huh? That’s not good. ‘m supposed to keep a low profile. Say, you ain’t a cop are you?” He teased, earning another eye roll.

“No. Too small to be a cop, dummy.”

“Oh, pardon me, I didn’t notice. Where do you know me from, then?”

The little girl pointed over to the building..where the executives were having their meeting. She beamed, “Ma’s works in there. On important people days she can’t get me from school, so she tells me to come straight here, and to not talk to the purple man that stands near the building. She says you’re mean.”

Ran smirked, then gave a half-hearted shrug.

“She also says you’re my pa. But, I never believed her. You’re too old.”

Ran’s smirk dropped.

Whether more from the first comment or the last, you decide. But, one thing was for certain: he needed another cigarette.

SANZU cackled watching some guy struggle to round up a couple of rowdy twins at the convenience store. One was knocking shit off the shelves while the other ran circles around the guy. It was what he needed for his bitch of a hangover, a good laugh to distract from the ache in his skull.

However, he wasn’t laughing for long when you came around the corner of the isle, holding a few items with a smile on your face that soon faded once you saw the scene unfolding before you; the pinkette thought he was still tripping balls. Blinking a few times to allow any after effects of the drugs to clear up, when you didn’t disappear he used his long legs to swiftly yeet behind one of the shelves, peering around it like some paranoid stalker. The last time you had spoken, you had threatened to castrate him with your teeth if you ever saw him again.

And he’d be damned if he tried your bluff.

He watched in awe as you straightened those twins up quick. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought they were trained to obey you, and only you. Any other authority be damned. While the guy was putting all the stuff back on the shelves, sweaty and out of breath, you gently reprimanded them for causing trouble. You still made that cute pouty face you always did whenever you were mad at him…

“What did we talk about earlier? Hm? Mr. Satoru was very kind to help mama today, you know. You two promised me you’d be on your best behavior for him.”

Sanzu gagged. This was the rebound you let nut in you? This huffy moron who can’t handle a couple of ankle biters, this was your king? He had half a mind to just gut the guy to put him out of his misery from that pathetic display from earlier, alone. He couldn’t imagine how difficult it must be back home. He remembers when he was that age—Rowdy, reckless, the Antichrist. Adorable, but deadly. God bless that poor bastard’s soul.

Wait…Mister? Not…dad?

The first twin whined, stomping their feet. “He’s too boringggg!”

Come to think of it…if Sanzu squinted…the longer he looked at the little family…he swore the more he saw the resemblance of himself in the tiny gremlins. From the hair, to the eyes, all the way down to the mannerisms…Hang on. When had been the last time you two fucked? Three…no, was it four years ago?

The second twin huffed, pointing at the man. “Yeah! And he’s jus’ being nice so that he can sleep in your bed, mama!”

You flushed, nervously chuckling as you looked around to make sure no one heard. Sanzu ducked behind a bag of chips, now nothing but eyes peeking through the gaps of food on the shelf.

So…that loser’s not the father? Then…could that mean..?

“He’s mama’s boyfriend, remember? He’s allowed to do that. And he’ll be around for a while, so I want you two to be nice, okay?”

“…okay, mama.” They grumbled.

Sanzu almost popped a blood vessel, fist clenched around a bag of Lays and nearly busting it. He chuckled darkly, “Oh. We’ll see about that.”

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[unluckilyimnot]

Okay, but bonten with like a SUPER soft gf. Like, we talk like cry on every sad movie ivies with an animal to be specific). Takes things other says to heart. Often like cry over small things and stops to pet EVERY single animal she sees.

Feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like doing this one 😭 I know it’s lowkey weird.

Bonten with a soft gf!

Characters: rindou, ran, kaku, mikey, sanzu, kokonoi

fluff / no tw / wc: 900+

Note : no way it's so cute don't ever worry !! I love it, thank you sm ! I dispatched it between all the characters. I hope it's fine.

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Rindou never minded more than that the fact that you cry a lot. He loves it a lot and it makes him chuckle and laugh more than anything else. He's always there to wipe your tears away when you cry when the dog dies in the movies, or when you tear up at any inconveniences. You wear your heart on your sleeve, you're sensible, the opposite of him, and he cares and loves you for that.

Yet he's the first one to draw a radical line the second you get hurt, in any way, by someone. It's silly and fun until some abuse it and use it against you or to hurt you. He will find who did this, who made you cry and will burn their house down.

Sanzu sighs a lot when you decide something was wrong when he, in fact, didn't care. Yet his heart always skips a beat when he hears you speaking louder than you usually do, mad at people treating him poorly. He listens to you for a while before he finally steps in and holds your hands when he's feeling cheesy, or your elbows when he's a bit tired or high.

"Babe, it's really nothing. Don't worry yourself like that, you'll get wrinkles." He honestly makes you laugh every time, or at least confort you that he doesn't care about anyone's opinion besides yours. And oh how much you love and care for him everyday, he can't even doubt it. He wished you'd stop hurting yourself over things like this, but recognize that your sweet nature is definitely what he loves the most about you.

Ran laughs at you when you get offended for nothing. It can be about something going your way to work to you spiking your coffee on the counter. It's his own comic relief of the day when you're stroming around, a deep frown on your face making you look like a small, angry animal but still defenseless. His laughter always makes it worse, without mentioning his venom filled remarques, to make fun of your overreacting nature. To the point you can cry and not speak to him for hours – but for sure mentioning it all to Rindou.

Ran hates it when you team up with him, because you wouldn't talk to him but Rindou would, on the other hand, mention you and everything you told him to Ran. He's always making the first step to you and apologizing with probably a hundred wroth bouquet and your favorite snacks – promising you he'll never do it again, when he will most certainly do it again.

Seeing you enjoying small things about life is the reason why Mikey kept you around at first, you reminded him of his younger self and his friends at that time. Every time you stop to pet a stranger's dog, a small smile shows on his lips, one you rarely get to see even if you're always the reason for it.

You listen to him so carefully the few times he does talk to you, it makes him feel alive again. You're doing most of the talking and you're always so sorry to take this kich when that's what he loves about you. He makes sure to tell you that he likes it from time to time, just to be sure you won't stop. Your heart is so soft and warm, welcoming him every time you see him again with new facts you learn and an unconditional love that overflows everywhere, and he gets the chance to be showered with it every time.

Kokonoi gets used to you stopping all the time the second you catch the glimpse of a stay animal. So he instinctively adds ten minutes to every trip you two have to do, even if it's only to walk to his car because there's a few stray cats in the parking lot and he's sure you're gonna stop or even wait for them to walk out from their hide spot.

But he just can't bring himself to get impatient when your eyes light up at the sight of the small cats. The way you jolt in joy when their cold nose finally touches your hand, and you look up to him with the softest smile he ever had the chance to witness. Yes, you're usually late, but he just had to snap a picture of you with the white kitten and everyone is accepting the fact that those ten minutes of your happiness are worth the delayed meetings.

Kakucho's always there to rub your back when you cry in front of a movie. He never sees why you cry particularly, but always listen thoughtfully to what you have to say about it. He brings you tissues, sometimes even wipes your nose for you and lets you dive into his arms when a character you like dies. He can't help but tell himself how sensible you are every time, but also how he loves that. You bring him back to his human nature and what it is to be emphatic about normal things, far from his rough life where his life is at risk every time he steps outside the door.

To that, he hopes he'll never be the reason for your tears, and that he'll always be there to wipe them away and shush you down.

Sorry its rather short, tell me if you want a particular hc with one or a whole os.

Let me know if you liked it !

[swagsmeister]

all my homies love bullets x arma petekey crossover

[2-dsimp]

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Smonophillia

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(Female reader!)

🔞MDNI🔞

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Cw: Overstimulation, excessive creampies, overstimulation, dacryphillia, degradation, praise, begging,

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The Dramatic Beggars

“Baby please lemme in there! I promise I’ll make you feel so good! Haah you teasing me? Are you really even asleep right now? Fucking having your slutty pussy suckle on the tip my cock but not letting me in any deeper—Ahn! Darling please make some room for me in that delicious cunt of yours. I’ll die if I can’t cum inside you”

He whimpered pathetically into the crook of your neck deeply inhaling your lovely scent as he rutted desperately against the crease of your ass. Trying to dig his cock deeper inside you whilst you lay there slumbering on peacefully. Unaware that you’re pushing your lover to the brink of insanity as your snatch clamped down harshly on the sensitive mushroom tip of his throbbing cock. Denying him of any further entry inside your welcoming wet heat due to how tight your walls constricted his movements.

The greedy opportunists

“Damn Doll you look so gorgeous when you’re stuffed so full of me. Awe look at you squirming n moaning in your sleep like a whore. Are you having a wet dream about me molding the shape of my dick inside your gummy walls or is my fat cock too much for you? If that’s the case… Don’t worry sweetheart I’ll make sure you get well acquainted with my size. By stretching you out every god damn night with every chance I get my precious little fucktoy”

He chuckled deviously delivering deep long strokes inside your squelching cunt. Making sure to pound his shaft roughly inside of your gooey plump walls hitting that spongey sweet spot that made you cream endlessly on his invading thick dick. That repeatedly ravaged your guts in an effort to make your cunt mold itself in his cocks image. As his fat tip kept kissing the tip of your cervix with every mean pelvic thrust.

The stress fuckers

“Oh fuck yeah that’s the good stuff! You always manage to brighten up my day with your pretty pussy babe. I can’t thank you enough for allowing me to take out all my frustrations and stress from work inside your tight cunt. Fuck! you really know how to treat a man right my sweet baby girl.”

He gushed lovingly as he continued to rub the tip of his cock up and down your puffy pussylips. Licking his lips with a happy go lucky grin as he gently but firmly wrapped his hands around your neck as you slept while he proceeded to ease his long pulsating dick inside your puckered slicked hole. Moaning in satisfaction as he began rocking his hips against your ass. Making sure to bury his long shaft deep inside your sweltering dripping snatch. Using you as he pleased as he fucked away all his earlier frustration and stress from work, abusing your pussy in the most ravenous ways.