#tok rev timestamps

[dolliedarlin]

tokyo revengers | toman ⏤18:39

not proofread ; please excuse all grammar and spelling mistakes

ft. toman as peter pan + the lost boys and y/n as tinker bell

You love your boys so much, and it shows in the way that they hear you; by their accounts, you sound like a twinkling bell.

For Toman, you would do anything, you can make them fly with your pixie dust to help them navigate Neverland whilst also having fun, partaking in their silly games and adventures about the island. If you could do more, you would but your small and frail, fairy body had its limits. The main thing that frustrated you was the fact that you couldn’t comfort them the way you wanted.

It wasn’t a secret to you the reason why your boys were in Neverland. The first time they appeared, they were in their very early teens, struggling with their emotions and experiences from where they once came. Knowing that they were so hurt by what happened that they arrived at such a young age had your heart tearing itself apart for them. It’s been several years since then and they were gradually beginning to stop ageing as soon as they reach the age of 18. The only one left to stop ageing is Chifuyu.

The twinkle in their eyes and the endless laughter surrounding them makes it clear that they have the most fun when together and partaking in their games day after day, there’s never a boring day that’s passed as long as they were together and with you - their favourite fairy.

Even though most days were spent having the utmost fun, you still kept wishing that you could do more for them; just because they were away from their troubles and always played around, it didn’t mean they had moments where the atmosphere stilled and so did their smiling faces. Every single time, it hurt you to see them so distraught and not knowing what to do with themselves. At first you had tried to get them to comfort one another whilst also urging them to seek it out actively but all they heard was the tinkling bell of a grumpy fairy. At least you were able to make them laugh at your grumpy expression, a momentary distraction from the troubled past they were escaping from when the sad truth is they can never truly run from it; Neverland is only a momentary bliss and a little slice of heaven that’s more of a trap than a paradise from reality. But, if things were so bad that they had to escape to such an ambiguous place, you reason that this is a far better place than their old home.

“If only I was a big person…” you thought to yourself, absentmindedly staring up at Mikey from your seat on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” Chifuyu asked, noticing your pouting lips and wilted wings from his place behind the leading blonde.

“Oh, is something bothering you?” Baji inquires with an inadvertently adorable tilt of his head. Not wanting to disrupt the peaceful mood, you shake away your deep desires and reassure them with a smile as all eyes are now on you.

“You sure?” Draken asks, raising a hand to place a comforting finger on your head, “You can talk to us, if you need, (Y/N),” he softly and gently pets the top of your head with his finger and your smile brightens. It makes your heart so happy knowing that they care for you as much as you do for them.

Nodding, you smile and hug Draken’s finger, “I’m okay, thank you for worrying about me…” naturally, all that the group hears is a tinkling bell but from the higher pitch and steady pace of it, they can tell that there was nothing to worry about and that you were trying to soothe their concerns. Slowly, their worried expressions dissipate and their smiles reappear.

“Good,” Draken hums softly, bringing his hand back to his side.

“But remember that you can rely on us, if you need,” Mitsuya reassures soothingly, a tender smile on his lips as his gentle eyes put your heart to rest whilst simultaneously making it skip a beat. Flying up to the lavender haired member, you softly peck the tip of his nose and flash him your brightest smile, only to laugh when the others protest about wanting a kiss too. Naturally, you oblige and you’re all on your way, once again, back to your hideout.

The setting sun was just painting the sky with a melodious array of oranges, purples and pinks when you finally reached the hideout - a hollowed out tree that had a staircase down into an underground living space. It was a cosy and spacious home that you and the rest of Toman created together, which is what made it all the more special to you all.

Some of the boys headed to bed right away, asking to be spared a portion of the dinner while the others had a delicious meal before heading off to sleep themselves. While your boys slept, you were left alone with your thoughts and it was suffocating. You needed some fresh air. Flying back up to the surface and out of the hollow tree, you flew to the top of the tree and took in deep breaths of the cool and crisp night air. Sighing heavily, you hum approvingly; that was exactly what you needed. It wouldn’t hurt to stay out longer.

You perch yourself on a branch and turn your gaze up to the sky, where your stare gradually begins to focus on the biggest, brightest star there that decorated the calm evening sky. And as you slowly dozed off to sleep, your little heart wished with all of its might, for your deepest desire and one wish to come true.

‘I want to be big too…’

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! WHERE ARE YOU?!”

“WHO WAS THE LAST ONE THAT SAW (Y/N)?!”

“WHERE COULD SHE HAVE GONE?!”

“SHE WOULDN’T ABANDON US WOULD SHE?!”

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” panicked cries shake you awake and you immediately race through the air, not wanting to cause your boys anymore stress than you already have.

“I’m sorry!” you cry out, flying into the main room of your underground home, “I’m so sorry you guys, I just went out last night for some fresh air and must have fallen asleep outside!” in your hysteria, you failed to grasp the widened eyes of all the boys surrounding you nor did you notice their need to step back so as to better inspect your new appearance or rather, new height.

“(Y/N)...” Mikey uttered, the first one to break out of his stupor, “What happened to you?”

“What do you mean?” you asked, head tilting adorably and sending the hearts of all witnesses into a stuttering fit. It was normal for you to be openly gesticular with your thoughts so that you could better communicate with the boys so they were used to your expressions but not to such a dangerous degree. Have mercy on their hearts. They knew you were beautiful despite how small you were but now that they had a bigger image of you, you were the embodiment of ethereal beauty. To add to that, this was the first time they were hearing your actual voice and not just the tinkling of bells. Needless to say, they really liked how you sounded, your voice came out sweet and soft, gentle and calming but also had the potential to be adrenalised and raise endearingly in pitch, “Mikey?” you ask, hovering forward and reaching out to touch and cuddle up against his cheek like you usually do but that was when you realise.

The boys can practically see the cogs turning in your head when you see your hand size compared to their leader’s face and prepare themselves for your own reaction and potential explanation for the sudden change.

“When did you get so big, (Y/N)?” Pah muses aloud, making your head spin with embarrassment. Of course, the tension immediately dissipates and

“That’s not what you say to a girl,” Kazutora berate’s his friend, only to receive a click of the tongue in return.

“Apologise, Pah,” Mikey firmly commands as you rest your wings and stand on your bare feet.

“S-sorry, (Y/N),”

You give him a gentle smile, “It’s okay Pah, I know you didn’t mean it, thank you for apologising though,” you give him a soft peck on the cheek before turning to Mikey and doing the same,, “Thank you for defending me, Mikey,”

The blonde looks away with red-tipped ears and clears his throat, “No problem,”

“Hey! I want a kiss on the cheek too!” Baji demands, shoving Mikey aside, who snaps at him in protest.

“Oi! Baji! Watch it!”

“Me too (Y/N)! I want one too!” Chifuyu whines, Kazutora standing behind him with eager eyes and setting off the rest of the boys. They are forced to line up awaiting their precious kiss.

“Pah why are you in line too? You already had yours!”

“Obviously I want seconds!”

“That’s what you always say!”

“What about it?!”

“Come on, Hakkai, don’t be shy,” Mitsuya teases gently, “(Y/N), won’t bite,”

“I-I know,”

The twins weren’t going to miss out on this either, “Sorry Souya but I’m the oldest so I should go first,”

“...Fine,” Souya grumpily surrenders to his ever-grinning brother.

“This is stupid…” Draken softly utters under his breath, the last one in line.

“Admit it, Kenchin,” Mikey grins mischievously, “you want one too,”

“No I don’t,”

“You’re already in line so just shut it!” Mikey stomps his foot and the two almost engage in a full out brawl.

“Why you!”

You and the rest of the boys leave them to settle their dispute in favour of giving your boys their well-deserved kisses.

Knowing Toman, you were expecting protests as they usually demanded equal treatment from you but it was never to this extent. You will admit, however, that you liked their constant desire to be close to you. It made you feel special and all the more affectionate towards them; they were your boys and you will go through hell and back to give them what they want most. It’s what they deserve.

“Sanzu…” your enchanting voice calls out to the isolated boy, “Don’t you want a kiss too?” you ask with a tilt of your head. The others had already gotten theirs and were now soaking it all in, you could practically see them surrounded by a sweet pink cloud with blooming blossoms and content smiles on their faces. As you continued your conversation with Sanzu, the others happily stayed unconversant with it.

“W-well…” he looks away, a hand reaching up to touch his mask, “I’ll like it but…“ you know his concealed scars and his insecurities surrounding it but that’s why you’re there, to reassure him and let him know that he’s still beautiful no matter what.

“Don’t worry,” you whisper, getting close and levitating in place to be at eye level with him, “I don’t think any differently of you,,” with that, you softly peel away his mask and lean forward to kiss his scars, your lips touching the edges of his lips. A soft gasp escaped his lips as his cheeks flushed a bright pink. With a smile, you lean back to observe his expression, your hands cradling his face softly, “You’re so beautiful, Sanzu,” shock paints his face at your words and his eyes widen to their limit when you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips. It seems to last forever and could have easily gone for longer if it weren’t for the other boys protesting at the unfairness.

“What is this favouritism?!” Mikey shouts with puffed out cheeks.

“Us too, (Y/N)!” Kazutora begs, racing to stand before you with his lips already puckered.

“Hey! I’m the leader, I go first,” contending for Kazutora’s spot only to be shoved aside.

“Wrong, Sanzu got it first so the order is already messed up! Get in line, Mikey!” Baji grins, successfully stealing the place behind Kazutora and wiggling his tongue at the blonde leader.

“Baji! You traitor!”

With that everyone else fights for the third spot and then the fourth and fifth and so on until Mikey lands dead last, pouting and teary eyed complaining about unfairness under his breath. Happily defeated, you shrug your shoulders and go about making things fair once more, starting with a starry eyed Kazutora. You begin to lean forward but was held back by a pair of arms circling your waist.

“That kiss…it was only meant for me, right? (Y/N)?” Sanzu whispers into your ear, his chest pressing into your back and transferring his warmth through your silky wings, setting your heart ablaze.

“Oi! (Y/N),” in your momentary distraction, you failed to see Mikey go on a rampage to land at Kazutora's place in line. He was now leaning his face dangerously close to yours, dark eyes burning with an unusual flame, “finish what you started…”

What sort of chaos…did you just set off?

navi.

thoughts? ; i don't know why but i think this au is a really good fit for our beloved boys ; this is a series waiting to happen but i don't know how else to expand it...

[dolliedarlin]

tokyo revengers | souya k. ⏤00:38

not proofread ; please excuse any spelling/grammatical mistakes

souya kawata x shamelessly flirty reader

The moment you saw Souya Kawata for the first time, you were instantly head over heels. It didn’t matter to you that his hair appeared like an unruly cloud of blue cotton candy; it didn’t matter to you that he wore an intimidating scowl; it didn’t matter to you that he had a twin harboring an opposing aesthetic to him despite sharing the same cute face; it didn’t matter to you that he was a delinquent, the second you caught sight of him, you were in love and that meant you loved everything there was that embodied him. Truthfully, your ambitions were sometimes too much when it came to pursuing him.

Your first interaction will never be forgotten.

“Please be my boyfriend!” you shamelessly came up to him with lovestruck eyes and a dopey grin, you were the picture of lovesick and it was an entirely new thing to the blue-haired twin, hence his lack of a response. However, being an observant person, especially concerning the object of your affections, you mentally noted all the minute details as you leaned closer and closer, his own face steering further and further back simultaneously. At every diminutive change to his face, you took a picture and imprinted it to store within the back of your mind for future reference. When his ears flushed pink; when his eyes darted around nervously; when he subtly bit his bottom lip and when a bead of sweat slid down his right cheek, you took a mental picture each time. Not only was he the picture of your ideal type, he was adorably precious too - he couldn’t have been any more perfect! You just had to make him your and become his in return.

“...I don’t know you,”

“We can get to know each other now!” you persist, smiling widely and pretending not to notice when he sent a look of hopelessness towards his twin. His plea for help was not satisfied however, as his brother snickered in return.

“Give her a chance, bro, she seems to really like you~” the peach-haired twin teases, “I’ll tell Mikey you had other things to do today,”

“D-don’t leave me!”

And the rest was history. You feel quite guilty for being so forceful after knowing what you do now but having Souya be so kind and meek towards you despite his constantly irate expression had a dark, faint feeling of cruelty bubble up deep within you. It was something you didn’t know about yourself until you met Souya but you took full advantage of it by teasing him whenever you could.

You’ve asked him to be your boyfriend multiple times now and the answer has always been a resounding-

“No,” everyone can practically hear the shattering of your heart every time but brush off their sympathy when you’re quick to recover and return to your teasing ways. The interactions between the two of you were annoying at first but over time, the captains and their vices have come to find enjoyment in it, especially Mikey, Baji and Nahoya, who would even provoke an interaction if they wanted to.

On the outside it could easily be misconstrued as a hopelessly lovesick girl chasing after her unattainable crush but anyone with eyes could see the chemistry and sincere affection the two of you had for one another.

Souya would always look at you with softened eyes filled with fondness, the creases in his brows easing up just at the sound of your tinkling voice. And while you were very playful, the acts of deep devotion you would display solely for Souya were evident. If it weren’t for either of your fatal flaws, the gang could bet that the two of you would have gotten together already and that was that Souya was too subtle - to the point that you thought he was just being his usual polite self with you to protect your feelings - whilst you were too expressive - to the point of Souya believing that you were only keeping up with your playful nature.

It was frustrating but endearing and they dare not intervene on such a pure and innocent display. They only wish you two would hurry it up a bit.

“Be bold, (Y/N)-chan,” Emma cheers you on as Hina nods along beside her. Both of their hands clenched into fists, as if they couldn’t express their sentiment to you through anything else. You crack a smile but your shoulders remain hunched over with a verb that you deeply dislike… defeat.

“Aren’t I being bold enough already?” you almost want to cry when flashes of your beloved blue-haired kawata twin plays behind your closed lids, “I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve asked him to be my boyfriend,”

The silence that follows your exasperated exclamation seems to tie off your defeat in a pretty pink bow ready to be thrown into a bottomless pit of despair until Hina’s voice shines through like a strike of lightning across an ebony sky.

“Then it’s time to take it to the next step…”

“You don’t mean…“ your shaky voice almost makes the two girls before you grin.

Emma nods enthusiastically, eyes sparkling with a newfound elation, “That’s right, (Y/N)-chan! You need to k-”

“I can’t!” you protest.

“Why not?” Emma huffs, hands on her hips and a pout on her lips. Her, somewhat, domineering stance makes you look away, unable to face the reality they were trying to force onto you.

“Just cause!-” you attempt to scurry away from the two but it’s useless, “Why don’t I just try to make him jealous?! That’s a good plan, right?”

“RIght but you‘ve already tried that, remember?” Hina reminds you when, no, you don’t want to remember that at all. It was disastrous and you almost lost your Souya!

“M-maybe I should-”

“Admit it, (Y/N)-chan!” Emma’s booming voice shakes the chills up your spine, “This is your last resort!” she looms over you with a mischievous grin, “Time to get creative~”

The plan of action was set for today and it was all going well. Everyone was having a fun time, Hina and Emma holding hands with Takemichi and Draken respectively as all other captains and vice captains continued to enjoy the sunny day with them. Of course, you and Souya were the first to begin holding hands and the two other couples soon followed, having to endure the teasing jabs directed towards them in order to do so.

It’s true that the plan for kissing Souya was meant for the group date today but how could that happen when you were having so much fun with him and everyone else? The unwavering grin on your face was a visual representation of your enjoyment and unbeknownst to you was the reason for Souya’s more relaxed expression and way of riding around with his motorcycle with you, obviously, sitting behind him.

“I’m so glad I got a large,” you gush over your bubble tea, it was a new seasonal flavor that was becoming very trendy and you just had to have a taste. One thing’s for sure, it’s definitely worth the hype.

“It’s that good?” Souya wonders aloud beside you on the park bench, the others either mucking about or relaxing on the grass before you two with their own snack or drink.

“You bet!” you grin up at him, “Want a taste?” It was an innocent question that had an innocent answer.

“If you don’t mind,” Souya says, always so polite and making your heart soar as you nod and lift up the straw for him to drink from.

‘An indirect kiss! Score!’ you cheer to yourself, watching as the bluenette’s gaze focuses on the straw and his lips pucker for a sip. In that moment, you don’t know what came over you but as Souya gradually leaned further in for a curious sip, you also were gradually pulling your drink further and further back until his face was closer to you than originally intended. And just when your eyes connect with his own sweet blue ones, yours closes and you lean up to share a tender kiss.

The world stops around you as Souya reciprocates for a short moment that seems to last forever and could have lasted forever if it weren’t for the gasps of surprise and cheers of encouragement that chorused in the air around you.

Pulling away, both of your faces were fixed in a besotted stupor.

“Soft…” Souya whispers, catching your attention and your heartbeat stutters in your ears, “and sweet,”

He licks his lips absentmindedly and you-

“Please marry me!”

bonus ;

“She totally skipped multiple stages just then!” Nagoya laughs hysterically, slapping his knee as he savours the sweet moment unfolding before him between his twin and future sister-in-law.

“Yes! Well done (Y/N)-chan!” Hina and Emma cheer, sharing a high-five and almost jumping around in excitement.

“They really should just get together already,” Mitsuya grins with a shake of his head.

“Bold…so bold…” Hakkai mutters from beside the lavender haired boy, his expression showcasing horror and shock.

“Ever wish that was you, bud?” Baji muses, nudging at Chifuyu as Kazutora snickers at the jab.

“You don’t need to ask such an obvious question Baji~” Kazutora teases, “with all the shojo manga he reads, it's obvious he’s craving some sappy romance~”

“SHUT IT!” Chifuyu snaps, face turning redder than a strawberry.

“They really took their time, huh kenchin?” Mikey muses with his ice cream cone.

“Best to leave them to it though, Mikey,”

“At least (Y/N)-chin has more guts than you in romance so I’m sure it won’t take too long now,”

“...”

“HEY! MY ICE CREAM!”

navi.

thoughts? ; i couldn't sleep without writing this out ; it's just too cute! ; i love angry so much

[dolliedarlin]

tokyo revengers | mikey.s ⏤ 01:15

mikey meets his future child through takemichi

not proofread ; please excuse the grammar/spelling mistakes

Takemichi couldn’t be happier, after all the grievances and the heartache, he was finally able to go through a timeline that resulted in everyone’s happy ending. He was all the more grateful at the fact that he’s been made to be the godfather of your child who is now four years old. The only problem was that, although it wasn’t intentional, Takemichi ended up travelling back in time when playing around with your adorable toddler and ends up….bringing your toddler with him…

Takemichi didn’t know what to do, he was suddenly back in the past, back in his high school days when he finally was able to give everyone a happy ending. Everyone was on their way to a bright and happy future so he wants to keep everything as normal as possible.

If anything changes, if you and Mikey meet your future son, Kenjiro…Takemichi doesn’t know the implications. He doesn’t want to potentially ruin anything for the future happiness he worked so hard to achieve and will now protect with his life.

While he tries to figure out how to get back to the future, he’s going to have to keep Kenjiro from going outside as much as possible. It seemed like a simple task until the little boy started throwing tantrum after tantrum, day after day about wanting to see his papa and mama.

“I-I can’t Kenjiro-kun, they’re busy right now,” Takemichi exasperates, sweating nervously under his collar - he’s piling up on homework and assignments to be able to take care of the little boy and he’s worrying the gang and Hina with his absence. And now he’s having to deal with endless tantrums begging to see you and Mikey. Takemichi loves his godson but…he doesn’t know if he could take this much longer!

“B-bu” the little boy huffs, unable to pronounce his ‘T’s “wanna see papa! wanna see mama!” before the little boy, who was a splitting image of Mikey’s younger self but with your eyes and nose, could cry even further, Takemichi finally came up with a compromise.

“I-I’ll let you see them!”

“Really?” The boy’s eyes sparkled with joy, beginning to bounce on the balls of his feet at the prospect of finally getting to see you and his papa again. He misses your warm cuddles and he misses riding atop his papa’s strong shoulders, his godfather tries to calm him down by mimicking them but it never feels right.

“But you need to promise to not let them see you, okay?” Takemichi held up his pinkie finger.

“Why?...” once again, tears pooled into Kenjiro’s eyes.

“I-It’s a game you’re playing together!” the blonde hurriedly tries to reason, “And the prize is dorayaki!”

“Okay!” without a fuss, Kenjiro agrees. He’s definitely Mikey’s son.

Takemichi took Kenjiro to see you both during a Toman meeting even if it was past your son’s bedtime. It’s a dirty trick but the blonde hoped that having the usual ball of energy more drowsy than usual would play in his favour when he finally does see the two of you again. If Kenjiro did something unexpected and snuck off or rushed to you, it would be a massive spoiler for the future, especially since you and Mikey weren’t together yet…

“There see?” Takemichi, holds the little boy up as much as he could without drawing too much attention from anyone in the meeting of founders and their vice captains.

“Mama…” Kenjiro whispers pointing to you chatting away with Emma, keeping her company as the others continue to discuss where to keep a closer eye on.

“That’s right,” Takemichi silently cheers, thanking that his plan worked on coming out at night.

“Papa…” Kenjiro points to Mikey before beginning to tear up. He missed his parents so much and all that build up of frustration, loneliness and desperation came pouring out due to his fatigue.

Just as Takemichi realises what’s about to happen, a resounding sob slices through the calm air of the chill night.

“What the fuck?” Pah exclaims exactly what everyone was thinking as they turn to see Takemichi with a child in his arms that looks surprisingly like Mikey.

“Is that a little kid?” Mitsuya continues in disbelief. What was going on? And why did the little boy look like their commander, who was intrigued enough to raise a questioning brow at the situation.

“Papa!” the little boy wails, stretching his little pudgy arms out towards Mikey.

“Who is that, Takemitchy?” Mikey asks, not knowing how to process being called a father. He hasn’t been interested enough in a girl to have a kid.

Everyone subconsciously leaned in closer, anticipating his answer, “Haha…funny story…”

“Mama!” Kenjiro bawled louder as he reached out to you and everyone’s breaths still. There was no point in hiding the truth, everyone knew his time travel ability anyway.

“He’s your future son Mikey-kun and…(Y/N)-chan…”

You gave a silent scream as Emaa squealed beside you, she’s known about your huge crush on her brother for such a long time and supported your love in everything because she knew you were the perfect fit for her brother. Maybe this was the opportunity to get you two together!

All other captains and their vices had a mix of reactions. Mitsuya and Draken simply tried to process the new information as much as they could whereas Chifuyu tried to speculate how his partner managed to time travel with a toddler but finally came to terms with why he hadn’t been around for a while.

Mikey simply tilted his head at the little boy. From all the tears and fussing, Takemichi finally set down and immediately ran to him, “Papa! Papa ups!” Kenjiro makes grabby hands at the blonde.

“Well would you look at that?” Baji teases with a toothy grin his arm draped across Kazutora’s shoulders who snickered behind him. Everyone watched as Mikey complied and dropped down to hold the boy up in his arms, “Mikey’s a dad~”

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Draken chuckles, his heart light at the idea of his friend having such a domestic but happy future.

“And all because of (Y/N)-chan! Ahhhhhhh!” Emma squeals once again, shaking you by the shoulders and redirecting everyone’s attention to you and just when you were beginning to calm down and process the situation. Thank you, Emma….

“Mama….” After finally getting the chance to calm down in his dad’s arms, Kenjiro reaches out to you, still being in Mikey’s arms, one hand clutching the blonde’s gang unifor as the other makes grabby gestures at you. Following his son’s command, Mikey makes his way over to you as everyone watches, grinning to their ears. They’ve seen you dancing circles around Mikey, trying to catch his attention in subtle ways only to be considered a friend by the oblivious blonde. It was quite painful to watch but wherever they could, they tried to help you in your endeavours. Most of the help was from Mitsuya, Draken, the twins, Chifuyu and Takemichi, though others were often too lazy to participate in romance.

Wordlessly, you reach out to hold the little boy's small hand in yours and are instantly infatuated by him. He looks like a baby Mikey but with your eyes and nose, the perfect mix between you two. He’s so handsome, just like his father, you thought with a prominent heat in your cheeks.

“Hey there, why were you crying?” you softly ask, the motherly instincts in you taking over, not realising the strange effect it was having on Mikey. As he watched you interact with his future son, he pondered what a perfect mother you would be, your delicate touch that always helped nurse his wounds, your caring words that never failed to comfort him and the warmth you exude as a person was ideal for a mother.

“Missed you mama…and papa,”

“It’s okay baby, we’re here now,” you comfort, leaning down to press a soft kiss on the toddler’s pink cheek, earning a wide grin reminiscent of his fathers. The two of you stood closer as you watched your future son slip into the world of dreams, his one hand still clinging onto Mikey’s shirt as the other held onto two of your fingers.

“So you’re my future wife,” Mikey announces, breaking the soft silence.

“U-uhh yeah,” you don’t know what else to say and look down in embarrassment.

“That means you like me,”

“Y-yeah…”

“...Why have you never told me?” everyone wanted to facepalm at his blunt statement, how could he be so nonchalant about the situation? They didn’t know, however, that he was internally screaming with joy.

“I-I thought I was being so obvious!” you cry out and accidentally wake Kenjiro again.

Before you could apologise and lul him back to sleep, he looks around with curious eyes and asks, “Where’s nee-san?”

YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER TOO?!

Everyone looks at Takemichi as he shrugs in response, “he has an older sister, your first kid together looks a lot like you (Y/N)-chan,” the blonde tries to end on a lighter note but you were about to faint.

“Wh-what are their names?” Mikey asks, bringing you closer to his side with a hand on your waist, not catching the flustered expression it pulls from you as Kenjiro giggles in his father’s arms. He and his older sister know everything that goes on between their mum and dad and it didn’t help that their aunty Emma loved to comment on how she helped them get together and how they acted around each other in high school.

“Your daughter is called Emica, named after Emma-chan and he,” Takemichi points to your son, “is called Kenjiro, you named him after Draken.” The mentioned couple smiled at the honour of being an inspiration in naming your children.

“We have a bright future, Takemichi?” Chifuyu asks, catching everyone’s attention.

“Brighter than ever,” Takemichi grins, which is reciprocated by everyone.

thoughts? ; this was a fun little thought bubble at 1am XD ; it all came from reading so many bnha x reader scenarios on it

navi.

[dolliedarlin]

tokyo revengers | keisuke b. + hanemiya k. + matsuno c. —13:00

not proofread ; hybrid au ; hybrid baji, kazutora + chifuyu x human reader

tw ; animal abuse

it was going to be the same today too.

the three are barely able to make it through their days scavenging food from the dumpsters behind restaurants whilst living in a worn out cardboard box, it’s practically overkill having to deal with getting beaten up by middle schoolers atop that.

nevertheless, it was better than being in their hybrid forms, humans of all ages steered clear of them, shooting them murderous looks, going out of their way to make them know they’re unwelcome, even on public sidewalks, openly displaying their hatred towards their kind. In their hybrid - half human, half animal forms - they were more vulnerable then they were now.

over time, all that abuse made them retreat into their full animal form that they barely know how to transition between forms anymore. all that trauma keeps them from being their true selves and it was painful but it kept them safe…as safe as they could be.

when will it end?

kazutora being the one to encounter the most abuse, baji and chifuyu are often the ones protecting him with baji taking the lead as chifuyu focuses on consoling the most vulnerable of their small family.

they belonged to a bigger, stronger family but ever since the incident, they have yet to reunite. it’s been three years already. It’s been tough but they hope that the others are doing better than they are. they’re going to hold out for as long as they can because they know that if they survive this torment long enough, they’ll be able to see their family again.

mikey, draken, mitsuya, the twins, their entire pack…they miss them so much.

when will they be able to see them again?

it’s been too long… the three don’t know if they can hold out much longer…

“what in the world are you kids doing to those poor animals?!” they hear a shout, anger and disgust heavy in the shrill of the voice.

“shit! move it!” the leader of the small group of boys shouts before the suffocating shadows towering over the three scatter. in their place, a singular, soft silhouette appears.

Baji growls, his canines shining with globs of drool. he stands before the two he must protect the most. despite his malnourished appearance, his stance is strong and you can’t help but admire the determination to protect in the bony hound’s dark eyes.

“hey there, handsome…” you whisper in a calm and steady voice, kneeling down to their height, maintaining eye contact with the black german shepard. it was your first time ever meeting a german shepard with a purely black coat of fur, “i promise i’m not going to hurt you,” you continued with your gentle voice but it was clear that he wasn’t buying it, if his unconvinced growl was any indication.

disappointed but not expecting less of such a protective breed, you smile and sigh softly as you tilt your head to express your want to befriend him. you dare not trail your eyes past the defensive canine but from your peripheral you can see a cowering kitten that displays a similar pattern to a tiger as well as a puppy labrador retriever. they were an odd trio but you understand that from the abuse they may have experienced together, all they had were each other.

“will you, at least, let me treat your wounds?” you slowly reach out your hand but gasp in your swift motion to tuck it back to your chest when the german shepherd snaps at you, “i’ll take that as a no then…” you gulp and the shepard does not relent, “then how about food?”

that was how it began. it was an odd set up but one that saved the three hybrids from starving to death and you from your loneliness. every day after work, rather than driving all the way home, you would stop by raw feeding pet shop, purchased a few goods and made your way to feed the odd trio before you went home.

it took some time but your short visits to provide them with food, slowly led to you giving them medical attention. after that, you got them accustomed to comforting pets and your visits became longer. despite, your bond with the three, they still refused to go home with you. it was disheartening after the months you’ve spent with them throughout the summer but you didn’t give up and kept the invitation in the air.

“do you want to come home with me?” you always asked them when your visits slowly come to an end, acting as if they understood you. it was odd, even though you knew they were animals, the look they gave you, the emotion in their eyes and their perked ears whenever you spoke told you they were capable of more. the answer was at the tip of your tongue but you could never seem to comprehend it for the life of you.

all you can do for now is make sure that they are well fed and treated whenever they are injured. the only cause for worry was the transition from the summer season into autumn. with it came an unforgiving chill that the worn out blanket you spared them could only do so much against.

the three were stubborn at the start but after you found them cowering in their drenched and frosted-over cardboard home, shivering down to their toe beans, you didn’t take no for an answer and brought them home with you regardless of the meek fight they collectively put up in protest.

“I’m taking you home and that’s final!” with your firm words, they knew there was no shaking your resolve.

it had been far too long since the last time the trio had last felt warm without needing to huddle up together that they froze in place when you brought them into your large house and settled them into a pile of towels and blankets and pillows within your living room.

“make yourselves at home while i fix us up a yummy snack okay?”

were you serious? how could you take in three complete strangers and brush it off with a smile? …your beautiful, precious smile, an expression that the three learned to treasure and find comfort in. if they were being honest with themselves, they would have probably starved to death by now if it weren’t for your compassion and willingness to take care of them.

it made baji feel guilty for all the times he was ever rough or acrimonious towards you in the past. he remembers how he had left you with an ugly scar across your arm when you had approached him carelessly not knowing that he was more irritated than usual. whenever he sees that scar on your arm, he leans over and gives it a comforting lick. you never deserved that. a warm and kind person like you should never have such an ugly scar.

it was ugly and hurt like hell when it was still fresh but you didn’t care; all that mattered was that the black german shepherd that you have yet to name is at a healthy weight and complexion. his dearest companions are at a healthy weight and appearance too and you couldn’t be more proud.

under your roof with the rain pelting against the tiles of your roof and the wind urging the trees to scratch and claw at your windows, kazutora, baji and chifuyu slept with no worries for the first time in three years.

a few months pass and it’s a new year but still a chilling winter month. and, even though the cold outside doesn’t touch them, the three feel the chill of change begin to stimulate their senses though it doesn’t come with the most pleasant reactions.

for a week straight, they are vomiting and endlessly fatigued. they can’t stomach any food and always find it hard to sleep. the effort you put into remedying their unknown illness never diminishes, in fact, it grows ever stronger by the day though it doesn’t help the hopelessness you feel whenever you get lost in your thoughts. whenever their weakened bodies are too exhausted to cope, they collapse and you’re left with nothing but panicked and gloomy thoughts.

you try not to let the negative thoughts of worst-case scenarios plague your mind because you have to look after them first and foremost but eventually, it becomes too much for you too and your body also succumbs to exhaustion.

the following morning, you didn’t know what you expected but it wasn’t the sight of three, handsome young men surrounding you with worried eyes, all butt-naked.

chaos ensues.

goodness...i couldn't stop writing with this one but there are hardly any tokyo revengers hybrid aus out there and i just had to! ; thoughts?

navi.

[dolliedarlin]

tokyo revengers | mikey ⏤ 07:27

not proofread ; please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes made ; mikey x 'cute'-obsessed reader

warnings : inappropriate language + violence ; attempted sexual assault

"cute!" you cheer in the face of the peach-haired girl before you.

"e-excuse me?" she's in disbelief, how could you be so cheery after needing to be saved from a group of bullies.

"you're so cute!" you exclaim in your cheeriest voice, eyes scrunched up in how happy you were to have met such a good person, "what's your name?"

"Tachibana Hinata," she smiles, shrugging off your odd behaviour and outstretches a hand.

"Hina-chan!" ignoring her outstretched hand, you pull her into a tight embrace, "Thank you for saving me! Let's become good friends!" you didn't need saving from those two-faced bitches but if it meant you got a precious friend, it didn't matter.

"Ehhh?!"

"are you saying you don't want to be friends?" you put on the water works and pull your puffy lips into a pitiful pout, loosening your arms around her. did she not want to be friends?

"i-i didn't mean that, it's just unexpected is all..." hinata excuses, unable to say no to your pitiable look.

"how come?" you tilt your head in curiosity, "you're a really good person so why don't people want to be your friend?"

"th-thank you..." she flushes pink as you giggle.

"so very cute~"

that day, you and hinata became the best of friends.

you had quickly realised that you and hinata didn't go to the same school and immediately got to work on transferring. there's no way you would be able to be without hinata for long, she's simply the cutest person you've ever seen so with your pleading and deceit, you were able to transfer to mizo middle school. you were even able to transfer into her class. it was perfect!

hinata was quite overwhelmed but after some time, she came to understand your unique clinginess and obsession over cute things. the way you phrase things aren't indicative of your true intentions but they were your way of communicating and hinata respected that, she's come to love it actually. not a day goes by that's boring when it's spent with you. whenever you're around each other, she feels safe and happy. hinata also loves how you support her hers and takimichi's relationship after concluding that he was cute too and that the couple were the cutest together.

cute cute cute! you love the word. you love cute things, cute fashion and cute people. if someone were to describe you, it would be cute. and the number one thing you hated were all things ugly, ugly fashion, and especially ugly people. they were the worst. ugly things didn't have a place on this world. they should all be locked away and never to be seen again!

you were just grateful that you were able to meet the cutest person ever and it was all through hina-chan and takemichi. she had grown quite worried over takemichi's sudden change in behaviour and the sudden bruises, cuts and scars that suddenly appear on his skin. you didn't like it either, a cute person like takemichi shouldn't be getting hurt so badly and so often.

frustratingly, neither of you could find any explanation for it until takemichi was being kidnapped by a person called mikey during school. you wanted to handle it yourself but respected mina's wish to do things for her boyfriend. just to be on the safe side however, you kept to the side and eyed the scene, gauging from afar if this mikey person was going to turn out cute of ugly.

unexpectedly, he turned to be the cutest person you've ever scene. and he was actually friends with takemichi!

"s-so cute!" you squeak out, eyes staring lovestruck at mikey just as he's about to turn away with takemichi and his also-cute-but-not-as-cute-tall-friend. in your awestruck state, you completely dismiss the look of disbelief on the tall blonde's face, choosing instead to continue staring at the unbothered shorter blonde that looks you up and down with a straight face.

did you not just see what the two could have done to both hina and takemichi or the trail of beaten up bodies down the hallway? drakes couldn't believe his eyes or ears. nobody has ever called the commander of the tokyo manji gang 'cute' before. certainly not accompanied with such a loving sigh.

taking in your cutesy appearance, the commander and vice assume you're nothing but a lovesick middle schooler whose experiencing nothing of the cruelness the world has to offer. not thinking much of you, mikey spares you only a simple glance over before turning away with takemichi and draken, commencing your one-sided love.

whenever takemichi could take hina to a toman meeting, you had to tag along, the first time of you joining the two, you made quite the impression on the captains as well as the other members considering your unique way of expressing how you see things.

everyone was cute, especially the captains and their vice captains but the cutest to you was mikey and you made sure that anyone who asked knew. even though mikey didn't care for your biased disposition towards him, you didn't care. you were perfectly happy with simply being able to be around the gang commander. mikey didn't think you were as interesting as takemichi or hina but you were a close friend of the two (and quickly became friends with emma too) so he tolerated your presence whenever you were around.

the captains and their vice captains felt quite pitiful towards you seeing as they saw you as such an innocent but loveable and bubbly person. seeing such a cute girl openly pin for their commander but not getting a single crumb of attention yet being perfectly okay with it was hard to watch. to remedy that, they all silently agreed to spend time with you, somewhat, in mikey's place.

on occasion, you would braid baji's hair and draw cute doodles or cats or adorable sayings on draken's arms, hands and neck. you'd read and trade mangas with chifuyu, regularly went out with kazutora, who hated being at home, and helped hakkai with his fear of girls by simply accompanying him, choosing to communicate in note form rather than talking. he just felt more comfortable that way and appreacitated that you respected him for it. you had hot ramen eating competitions with pah and peh, made by the twins and helped inspire fashion designs for mitsuya, you also helped out with his sisters on occasion just so he could have more free time. you grew on them as they grew on you and, over time, you all eventually came to see one another as family.

"everyone is so cute! i love toman!" it warmed their hearts to see you so happy and to love their group as much as they did. they never would have guessed that such a cute obsessed girl would hold affection for a delinquent gang but they didn't understand your language not in the way hina does.

hina knows that they'll eventually come to understand you the way she does and she doesn't know whether to feel excited or nervous because the other side of you was quite terrifying but fit into the lifestyle of toman perfectly.

"i'm starved..." baji grumbles from beside you, making you perk up with your usual peppy smile.

"why don't i go on a snack run for you and the others?" you offer, happy to help your cute and dear friends.

"we'll join you," emma says with her arm wrapped around hina's, who doesn't complain at being dragged along.

"yay! snack run with the girls!" the three of you giggle and go on your way before anyone else could protest, not that they could join you, things were still being discussed so business went on as usual and, eventually, the meeting was over and the members slowly dispersed but there was something missing,

the meeting was over and you still weren't back with snacks.

"where's the food?!" baji groans, clutching at his grumbling stomach.

"i don't think that's the main issue here, baji-san," chifuyu says with a stern face.

"chifuyu's right, where are the girls?" mitsuya chimes, worry and dread beginning to creep in.

on que, mikey jumps down from his elevated perch and starts heading to the steps of the shrine.

"lets go see what's taking them so long, i wanted snacks too," agreeing, the captains and their second in commands follow close behind, their steps hurried and ringing with concern for emma, hina and you.

"help! someone please!" emma's distressed screams throw the boys into a panic and immediately rush to the blonde, her arms flailing about in desperation.

"emma! what the hell's going on?" draken gets to her first and immediately begins his questioning as his eyes roam her exposed arms and legs, eventually sighing in relief at the lack of bruising and cuts.

"this group of creeps approached us after we bought the snacks for everyone and tried to touch us up," everyone's jaws clenched with anger and disgust, why did they let the three of you go alone in the first place? wasn't that why they created their gang? "we tried to walk away but one of them ended up getting to touch hina and (y/n) tried to protect her!" emma choked up as she pointed to the alley several feet away, "i managed to get away but-"

"hina!" takemichi cried, rushing to the scene with mikey beside him and the others close behind, emma clutching at draken's hand for comfort as they trailed last.

'(y/n)' mikey thought, your sweetly smiling face appearing in his mind. you never interested him but he's grown to appreciate and sometimes even search for your cheerful voice in the crowd of his gathered men. he knew you were a cutesy airhead but you couldn't be so stupid as to stand against someone that could hurt you.

rushing to the alleyway, they prepared themselves for the worst but were dumbfounded at the scene unfolding before them instead.

"didn't i tell you that if you touched any of them, i'd break your arm?" your voice was as cold as ice as your eyes were darkened and dulled, without their usual shine. they found it hard to believe if that was actually the (y/n) they knew. you looked and sounded like an entirely different person, "no quit crying!" you snapped, a murderous tone to your voice as you begin to fold the kneeling man's arm uncomfortably. you distorted it to the point of his bones cracking painfully as his friends watched in horror. the man had began to scream from the pain but you were having none of it, "shut up, ugly!" you viciously kneed him in the face.

"what the fuck?" smiley voiced in disbelief, too stunned to move at the scene. hina stood behind you with her eyes shut tight and her hands covering her ears. did you ask her to do that?

"all of you ugly shits deserve to rot in hell!" you barked and began to beat up the closest man as the rest scattered, "not cute at all," you expressed with unadulterated disgust beginning to punch the creep in the face repeatedly, "ugly...ugly...ugly, ugly ugly, ugly!" even though he fell limply to the floor, you raise your foot and begin to kick the living crap out of him with every shout of the one word they so rarely hear from you, "ugly! Ugly! UgLy! Ugly! UglY! UGLY!!!!"

you could have very well beat the man to death if it weren't for hina pulling you away frantically.

"(y/n)! that's enough! he's had enough!"

mikey slowly begins to smirk at the scene. interesting.

thoughts? if y/n and mikey got together, do you think they’d have an interesting dynamic?

navi. | next.

[dolliedarlin]

tokyo revengers ⏤ mikey | so cute!

mikey x cute-obsessed reader prt.2 ; mostly proofread

warnings ; swearing ; violence ; use of weapons (not explicit)

length ; 3.4k

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“I’m sorry, Hina-chan,” you apologised, turning away from the two beaten down men and embracing your cute friend as you caught your breath, “please don’t think too differently of me,” you muttered, tearing up, “I really wasn’t being cute just then…” Your tears begin to fall as you bury your face into her shoulder with a pitiful sob, ashamed of your earlier behaviour and still not realising the presence of the other witnesses to the scene. Meeting eyes with them, Hina nods in silent agreement to keep their mouths shut on the situation before quickly focusing back on comforting you.

They were finally able to gain a more rounded understanding of how you see things and, in turn, how you see the world. No wonder you found their commander and themselves ‘cute’. Truthfully, they were always a little irked that you called all of them so adorably when their actions and appearance were nowhere near the embodiment of the, somewhat, degrading term, however, now that they have a better understanding of your thought process, they were more accepting, in fact they took it in stride.

“Ya hear that kazutora?” Baji grins, proudly puffing out his chest as both his vice captains continue playing on their individual portable game consoles.

“Yeah?”

“(Y/N) says I'm cute!”

“Like you’re anything special,” Kazutora jabs as the blonde beside him stifles a snort of laughter.

“OI!”

“She thinks all of us are cute~” Kazutora continues as you nod along in the background, munching on your favourite strawberry-flavoured, pink pocky sticks.

“Who’s the cutest, (Y/N)-chan?!” Baji demands, “It’s me right?”

“Clearly, it’s me,” Chifuyu interjects, his small moment of distraction proving detrimental as the K.O screen flashes on his console when he finally returns his teal-eyes back to the game and groans angrily.

“Lies! I know it’s me~” Kazutora wiggles his brows playfully at you as you laugh with your head thrown back. With a shake of your head, you gave them an unapologetic smile.

“Obviously it’s Mikey! Mikey will always be the cutest,” even though they knew that that would be your answer, they still groaned in disappointment. Their commander better hurry and snatch you up or else they might just try to steal you away.

They didn’t need to wait much longer for their commander to act, however, as Mikey quickly began to change his behaviour towards you after getting the chance to properly witness the depth of your initially very shallow character. His eyes aren’t as cold when they make contact with yours and he begins to willingly spend more time with you. You were on cloud nine.

“Mikey I-...” you pause, a flustered expression overtaking your face as said blonde raises his gaze to you from his sundae, still eating away at the chilled delicacy.

“Hm?”

“I think you’re really cute,” he blinks and slowly begins to smile widely.

“Thanks!” If his adorable existence was enough to send your heart racing, his boyish grin lined with crumbs from his accompanying ice cream wafer was the cupid’s bow through your heart.

Admittedly, Mikey thinks to himself, seeing you getting worked up over him for doing the most mundane things is cuter than he can ever be. Have you always been this adorable? No wonder Draken and the rest of the founders had grown so attached to you. He was a fool for taking such a long time to realise it. He’ll be the one to have all of you though, none of the others stood a chance since you clearly favoured him from the very beginning. The boyish blonde smirks at the thought as he licks the corners of his mouth in an attempt to clean his face.

“O-oh, here’s a tissue,” you present him with a tissue from your cute handbag, bringing it to his mouth and beginning to wipe his face clean, leaning closer in concentration. The visage of you taking such good care of him was enchanting and Mikey would have happily lost himself in the view if it weren’t for the faint but sweet scent wafting up his nose and disrupting his dreamy trance.

“Sweet…” he mutters, trying to find out where the smell was coming from. It was addicting, like most of his beloved snacks - he needed to know where the smell was coming from, it felt almost crucial for him to locate.

“Huh?” you abruptly stop to ponder his sudden statement but quickly realise what it was and giggle to yourself, “Oh, that’s just my perfume,” you bring your wrist up to your nose and trace its faint essence, “it’s pretty faint now though,” you say more to yourself with a pout; feeling the urge to refresh yourself with a few spritz here and there.

A hand reaches out and brings your wrist across the table once more just for Mikey to nuzzle his nose into your wrist, your jaw dropping in shock from the sudden affection as you freeze up, “No…it’s still strong,” Mikey meets your eyes and smiles widely once again, the seductive haze he was just in disappearing in a blink and reverting back to his juvenile demeanour, “you smell yummy, (Y/N)-chan,”

You faint.

Mikey knows you're capable of more than you appear but he still keeps you distant from all club activities as much as possible, much like he does with Emma. That means distracting you and keeping you away when there’s a gang war scheduled to take place. The commander had talked through your switch in demeanour with Hinata as she was your best friend and was able to confirm that so long as you weren’t provoked by an injustice committed towards your loved ones or anyone you affectionately describe as ‘cute’, no matter how small, you won’t sink into that darkness you had shown great insecurity over. Somehow, Mikey would like to one day help you accept and come to love that part of you too but for now, he needed to participate in the fight for his belief with his gang.

“How pathetic,” Mikey laughs humorlessly to himself when he realises what was happening around him amidst the battle. A majority of the opposing gang members were cornering him in an attempt to overwhelm or exhaust him enough with numbers so as to eventually gain some leverage against his invincible status. It wasn’t something he couldn't handle, however, in fact, it made him all the more determined to beat their asses down mercilessly. They were doing some serious damage to innocent civilians and public property, they needed to be dealt with and quickly too.

Of course, the winner was Tokyo Manji Gang, but it wasn’t a victory without the injuries to prove the hard labour.

“We should celebrate!” Smiley chimes as his twin nods along beside him, both were pretty scuffed up but managed to stand tall from their triumph.

And how else should they celebrate other than with food whilst at their favourite spot?

They managed to make it to their favourite place but the previous fight in addition to the arduous steps up the shrine, left the food to you, Hina and Emma. Snack runs were something you often did for the boys so you weren’t fussy about it and neither were the two that came with you, the only issue was that you didn’t want to leave them waiting too long as you all would rather treat their wounds as soon as possible. It’s become a habit for all three of you to carry around a small first aid kit to treat the boys whenever and wherever needed. To ease your minds, they let you leave them with your first aid kits to treat themselves as best they could while on your celebratory snack run.

Reassured, Hina, Emma and you were in no rush to get back to them and focused on getting an abundance of all of their favourite snacks, even going so far as to go elsewhere if one convenience store didn’t have one of their favourites. You even managed to find a street vendor and bought a dozen fresh dorayakis for Mikey to enjoy. He’s been so sweet to you lately and you were so happy! It only made sense to get him his favourites.

“All good?” Hina giggled as you raised the freshly packaged dorayakis proudly.

“Let’s go and feed our favourite boys,” Emma cheered as you and Hina joined before you all giggled, adoring the sisterly love you cultivated for one another.

Making your way up to the shrine, you tried to imagine seeing the happy faces of the Toman captains and vices, especially Mikey’s when you presented them with their delicious rewards for a job well done. However, you weren’t met with any smiling faces or cheers of hurrah, instead, in front of you was a scene you never wished to see.

An ambush.

It was low. Another gang ambushed your boys with unimaginable numbers despite their injuries. Was this a set up? Did the previous delinquent gang have allies that struck Toman at their most vulnerable and unsuspecting? Neither you, Emma or Hina knew how to comprehend the brutal scene unfolding before you, especially when they boys worked so hard to keep you three away from witnessing any of their violent escapades. You know that the boys could handle themselves but they were already hurt.

“How disgusting…” you uttered under your breath, a sinister dark urge growing deep inside you as you continued to watch the scene unfold.

Hina whipped her head towards you in alarm, snapping out of her stunned state from the familiar dark tone in your voice, “(Y/N)-chan…please think rationally, let's just call the police!”

Her reasoning was in vain as you rushed into the crowd after witnessing some lowlife managing to land a hit on Mikey. What’s worse was that it was to his stomach.

“Mikey…” you wince at the purple bruise spreading across his muscular abdomen, helping the commander to his usual perch before the shrine.

“It’s no biggie, I just need some ice and some yummy snacks,” the blonde licks his lips at the thought of all his favourite treats, it was enough to wipe the pain out of his mind, “can you get them for me, (Y/N)-chan?” he grins up at you from his seat, eyes closed and faint dimples showing in his cheeks. So cute!

“Anything for you, Mikey-kun!”

What a low blow!

If it weren’t for the piece of shit, who hit Mikey where he was already injured, you might have been able to hold back and do as Hina suggested but now it was personal. How dare such an ugly person hit Mikey like that?! Granted the blonde commander kicked it up a notch and sent the guy flying with a powerful kick but the damage was already done. Not only were these scumbags challenging the authority of your Mikey but they were hurting your second family and through such an unethical method too. Though that only spoke of their cowardice - they were easy targets.

“Ugly bastards!” you shout, bringing a temporary halt to the chaos as everyone’s gaze turned to take you in. With a hard punch to the jaw, you knocked an enemy out instantly.

“Who’s this bitch?”

Mikey’s immediately pinpoints who had the balls to call you that and in one fell swoop had the guy’s face slammed into the concrete, breaking his nose and front teeth. Anyone that calls you names will have hell to pay, Mikey doesn’t care who he has to go up against, he’s defending you no matter what, and he’s going to make sure the rest of Toman follows suit.

“Fuck it! Bring them out boys!” a desperate cry in the background prompts several members of the enemy to grin deviously. Unintentionally, your sudden joining of the fight became the catalyst for further underhanded play; weapons from the opposing gang were brought out and pointed towards your second family. The shock from such disreputable tactics couldn’t settle on your features because your burning outrage was much more potent.

You turn to the two girls in the distance and lock eyes with them before giving a firm nod. Hopefully they get your message but you don’t need to worry because they quickly return your gesture and hurry off to the side with their phones held up to their ears. Perfect. Now you can let loose…even if it means being un-cute in front of Mikey.

You would rather die then reveal such an unattractive side of yours to someone you admire so much but if it was going to cost you your second family’s safety, nothing would be able to hold you back. Thankfully, other than martial arts, you were also trained in the art of disarming a foe and swiftly dealt with the enemy alongside your favourite boys. Never having wanted to reveal such a side of yourself to them, you focus on taking the enemy down, growling revulsion at their lack of morality and ugliness.

“All of you, except Toman, are ugly pieces of shit!” you shout, swiftly grabbing the wrist of a knife-wielder and guiding it’s sharp, metallic body into a tree. With the weapon lodged deep in the bark, you grab the guy by the back of his head and splinter his face into the wood as well. Another attacker quickly comes at you to which you drop down and swipe his legs out from under him, you kick away his weapon and stand to bring your leg up vertically, recoiling it to generate enough power before sending your foot down onto the boy’s spine, almost crippling him, “So ugly, yuck! You make me sick!”

The boys were stunned at your strength and agile abilities once again despite already having witnessed it once before. Grinning proudly as they continued fighting back, they made a mental note of praising you later on for your competence. It means a lot knowing that this darker side of you was an insecurity you were willing to show for them. Their pride told them they didn’t need saving but their egos all boosted taller at the idea that someone as cute and powerful as you was willing to fight for them.

Smiley whistles impressed, grinning widely at your display of skill. He didn’t have the same polished techniques as you but he hopes you were willing to teach him and his brother after this.

“Mikey’s girl sure is badass,” Baji grins with his sharp canines as Kazutora agrees from beside him.

“They’re the perfect fit,” Chifuyu says aloud, grinning wider at seeing his commander’s ears turning pink in his periphery.

“She’s a perfect balance of cute and powerful, wouldn’t want anything more for our commander,” Mitsuya adds, unable to help having his own input on the teasing.

“Mikey, how do you feel about your girl fighting alongside us?” Draken teases as he sends someone flying off into the distance, disarmed and unconscious.

“It’s pretty fucking fun,” the blonde commander laughs and with a boost of energy, fights ten times harder and faster with you in his peripheral. Who needs a cheerleader when he has you fighting beside him? Your dainty looking hands, packing a punch much stronger than half of his men could dream of mustering.

In no time at all, familiar police sirens rang in the background but the opposing gang was already majorly defeated. Hina and Emma explained the situation as they were the callers and everything was settled from there. Everything seemed okay until you dropped down with a sob. Naturally, everyone takes a step in your direction, panic written across their features but are stopped by Mikey’s piercing emotionless stare, as if to say ‘leave her to me’.

They hesitated but ultimately left you to their captain whilst Emma and Hina helped them bandage up. They’ve had a rough day already, they need some TLC for a job well-done. Approaching you, Mikey crouches down to meet your eyes, his own softening at the tearful look you give him, your lips trembling from choking back a sob until you finally let it out with a turn to avoid his gaze.

“Please don’t look at me, Mikey-kun,” you sob, wiping away at your watery eyes, “I can’t believe you so my being so ugly back there, you probably don’t think I’m cute anymore,”

“That’s not true,” Mikey interjects before you can start wailing, “you’re always going to be the cutest, (Y/N)-chan,” he gives you that boyish, close-eyed smile of his again and you swoon. Not only is he the cutest guy you’ve ever met, he thinks of you as cute regardless of your darker, more violent side. But that then leaves…

Mikey watches as your doe eyes slowly move to gaze up at the rest of the captains, “Wh-what about…”

“(Y/N)-chan is always cute!” Chifuyu chirps up, Mikey’s dead, cold, threatening eyes forcing him to reply with added zest and enthusiasm but it doesn't mean he was lying, he was just startled at the silent threat being directed at him and the others.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Mitsuya adds, his voice and gaze as soft and gentlemanly as always.

“You’re more of a badass to me,” Smiley points out, not expecting a defeated whimper emit from you as your eyes become even more tearful. Did you not want to be called a badass? Seeing this, Mikey begins growing a dark aura around him, pulling you into his arms and tucking your face into his neck as his glare intensifies. “I mean, the cutest badass there is!” Everyone else chimes in and you’re quickly consumed with comments and praises of being cute and adorable until all your tears are gone and only your sparkling eyes and puffy cheeks are all that’s left.

“Really?” you ask for final reassurance.

“Yes, you’re the cutest,” Mikey promises, whispering into your hair as he tightens his embrace around you. Your face begins burning incredibly hot and you are suddenly very breathless and get so distracted you don’t process Mikey picking you up like a bride and moving you to his usual perch at the shrine. “Now let’s eat, I’m hungry,” he deadpans as the others chuckle, watching the two of you before setting about distributing the once forgotten snacks.

“W-why are you carrying me like this?” you squeak out in embarrassment, finally realising the situation despite finding it difficult to process.

“Don’t girls like being carried like this?” Mikey asks with a raised brow.

“W-well, yeah- but you don’t have to if you don’t want to, you’re still hurt!” your brows furrow with worry suddenly preoccupied with the state of his wellbeing as Mikey dismisses the topic.

“You’re more important right now,” your eyes widen in disbelief as your heart races, “food too…” of course…you almost giggle to yourself, you should have expected that, he’s still Mikey, afterall. Nevertheless, he’s saying all the right things and he doesn’t even know how much it’s affecting you.

extra :

Takemichi comes back from the future to fix a little something, not realising the picture in his pocket that he had managed to bring back with him. It wasn’t until Mikey asked what was in his pocket that Takemichi realised what he had managed to bring back with him. It was a picture of everyone. They were all smiling and so much more mature than they were now.

Everyone oogles their future selves, throwing teasing jabs at one another in the process as all relevant persons blushed when realising certain things. One being Draken and Emma when they realised they were standing closer than normal with a bouncing baby boy in Emma’s arms that look very similar to them.

“I-is that us?” you ask, pointing to you and Mikey standing together in the middle, Mikey grinning widely with his hands on your waist as you lean back into him with a happy smile, “You cut your hair, Mikey-kun,” you utter, sighing at how handsome and mature he looks in the picture. Mikey is silent as his eyes zero in on your assets. Regardless of how precious you are to him, he’s still a healthy growing teenage boy, hence his focus on your fuller hips and chest. Mindlessly, Mikey brings his hands up to grope at your chest from behind and kisses the side of your neck before chanting, “grow big, grow big, grow big,” over and over again.

Too stunned to speak, you let Emma do the honours and smack Mikey upside the head for you.

“Don’t be such a pervert, Mikey!”

navi.

thoughts? ; reblogs, likes and comments are really appreciated ; did you like the little bonus there? XD

[dolliedarlin]

tokyo revengers | shinichiro s. ⏤04:40

not proofread ; mechanic shinichiro x rich girl reader

your parents are highly influential and incredibly rich. Your mother is a very successful actress and supermodel whilst your father is an entrepreneur.

due to your mother's avid interest in academics and fostering the minds of the youth, aside from being highly successful in her acting and modelling career, she holds a lot of shares and influence in academia, whether that be in libraries, research or schools and universities, she dabbled in a bit of everything, highly affected by her beloved husband, your father.

your father was a people person. he talked to people, shared in their interest, gained connections and stretched his influence across many different fields. he is a busy man but was never too busy for his family.

both your mother and father valued you and your older brother. despite being the eldest, there was never any pressure on your brother to take over the empire your father had built but this only made your brother all the more interested in the business, hence his constant shadowing of your father in the workplace.

you were the modern day princess alongside your brother, the modern day prince

aside from your brother, who was under the public spotlight, you wanted to maintain your privacy since you didn't really care much for inheriting the family business. if it was what you wanted then so be it.

there isn't a single picture of you on tabloids/newspapers or any form of social media. if anybody came close, your mother and father paid whatever was needed to gain ownership of said photo or article so that you could maintain your freedom in public

your brother never understood why you didn't want to associate yourself with the (L/N) name outside of those under an NDA, reasoning that 'it's less of a hassle when wanting or needing something', you beg to differ

despite your differences, you and your brother balance each other out and are there for one another no matter what

it was because you grew up so isolated, the social divide between you and any other child your age keeping them from acting normal around you, you hated that, it hurt you to be ostracised in such a way

understanding your pain and supporting your decision, your family kept you away from the public eye but still kept you in the circle of luxury and comfort their high social status permitted

you lived as normally as you could but no matter how normal you tried to be, because of the blood in your veins, you were naturally gifted. Incredibly studious (your father's influence), talented in sports and martial arts (your brother's shared hobby with you) and ethereally beautiful with a heart of gold (your mother's teachings).

no matter how 'average' you wanted to be to fit in, your perfection and talent kept you lonely and excluded

your only saving grace was your family, who only cared for and wished the best for you. to them, you will be forever grateful

the only problem being …

”Mommy, Daddy,” you spoke softly but sternly, setting down your cutlery so as to emphasise your unwavering stare, “please don’t talk about that when i’m trying to eat my salad,”

”Darling, please try to understand, we’re only a little curious,” you mother excused, pulling an apologetic smile as your father concurred.

”Onii-san should be enough to satisfy your curiosity, he’s going to be proposing soon,” you huff with puffy cheeks and your father has to resist rushing over to you just to pinch at them, remembering how soft and pudgy they were when you were still a baby.

”Yes but we want two sets of grandchildren,” your father whines, childishly as you try to contain yourself. This is a side to him only you, your family and the (L/N) estate maids and butlers were able to witness; outside the estate, he was a stoic and cool figure that was level headed but charming.

”We want 12 grandchildren after all,” your mother gushes, unable to contain herself, “six from you and six from your brother,” you hear your brother choke on his calamari, it almost makes you giggle if it weren’t for your mother’s follow up statement, “why don’t we help find a good man to court you?”

”mommy please!” clear agitation shows in the furrowing of your brows.

you hate these confrontations because it brings to light one of the main reasons you’re envious of your brother. He was able to meet such a lovely girl during his middle school years, someone who doesn’t care about his status or money, she purely loves him for who he is.

if only you were as lucky, alas, nothing…

everytime you think you’ve found someone for forever, they always end up secretly coveting your wealth and social status. Either you tell them who you really are and then they have to sign an NDA or they will only gauge your uncalculated wealth simply from your expensive car, fashion and perfumes - to them that was enough

”third times the charm?” your brother attempts to lighten the mood and, although you appreciate the sentiment, the air had grown too claustrophobic for you.

”i’ve lost my appetite,” you slide out of your chair, sensing the panic rising in your family despite avoiding their eyes, “don’t worry, i just want to go for a ride,” you take the time to kiss them goodbye on the cheek before leaving with a tightlipped smile and head to the garage.

respecting your need for space, your family stay behind and continue with dinner, hoping to make amends once you’ve had the time to cool your head.

at the garage, you see your sweet new ride, a black honda CBR1k triple R fireblade sp. The latest superbike on the market, unbeatable for its cutting edge design and 190 horsepower, exceeding speeds of 186mph. just looking at it has your heart racing for something else, already taking your mind off of the troubling confrontation you had with your family.

a long drive around tokyo, it’s just what you need to help cool your head. dressing up in your louis vuitton black leather pants and matching leather jacket, your vintage chanel rib knit crop top and doc martens combat boots, you were ready to ride.

you don’t know how long you spend on the road but without a destination and the adrenaline in your veins, you were too lost in your world to realise you would soon be coming to an abrupt stop.

”wh-what?” you huff, frustration and sudden panic clouding your judgment as you wheel your bike to the side of the road and begin to inspect it. it was a lost cause, however, as you knew nothing about motorbike anatomy. it’s brand new, how can it have problems already? exasperated, you frantically look around and spot the perfect place for your bike.

s.s motors. if it’s name and display of bikes is any indication, then it must be a bike shop that can help you.

feeling a little more optimistic, you carefully wheel your bike over, wishing that the problem wasn’t so serious. you park your bike outside and enter the shop and follow the metallic noise of tweaking and screwing and banging to the entrance of the garage attached to the shop.

”u-um, excuse me,” you voice up to the only person working on the engine of a motorbike, “I need some help please,”

on que, the black-haired man turns to you as he wipes his hands clean on a stained towel. you didn’t notice it earlier but he had been smoking and blew out a final puff before sending a lazy smile your way. He’s nothing like the other guys you’ve been introduced to by your parents. Instead of being in a custom-tailored armani suit and gucci tie, he’s in a loose and stained white shirt, evidence of laborious work seen in his muscular arms and dirted fingers. his soft, black hair isn’t styled in any way and simply falls down to frame his face naturally. he looks kind. and very handsome.

”sure thing, what do you need?” he asks, oblivious to the heat rising in your cheeks.

”m-my bike broke down i-its parked outside,”

he nods and steps up to some switches and buttons on the wall, with a quick switch, the garage door pulls up, “i’ll happily take a look for you,” he gives you another reassuring smile which you timidly return before fixing your gaze onto the ground. how can he have such an effect on you? You barely know the guy… you peak up just in time to see him whistle at your ride.

“is that your ride?” you nod bashfully and almost squeak at the wide grin he pulls, “i never thought i’d see the new CBR1k triple R so quickly, didn’t it just release yesterday?”

“pre-ordered it…”

was there such a thing? Shinichirou ponders thoughtfully, this is the first time he’s ever heard of someone pre-ordering such a highly anticipated superbike. He raises a brow at you but decides not to push for answers, it’s not his job to question customers, he just needs to fix up their bike.

.”alright well, while i take a look at your sweet ride, you can wait in the waiting area back in the shop,”

”can’t i stay here?” you blurt out without much thought, almost slapping yourself for being so straightforward. He probably thinks you’re some desperate teenage girl who goes coo-coo over boys.

he blinks but smiles once more, “i don’t see why not, pull up that stool over there,” he points to a short, foldable stool as you happily go about sitting down off to his side, no words are exchanged as you stare on at him. You want to know his name. You want to know his favourite food, his favourite movie, what he does for fun, why he decided to set up a motorcycle shop. You want to ask him everything.

are you smitten right now?...yeah you were. it’s very new to you but you could do nothing but continue staring at the eye-candy working hard away at your bike.

”it looks like you just ran out of gas,” he chuckled after stepping away from the vehicle.

”oh…” your face immediately heats up, “i…i guess i just panicked,” the two of you share a chuckle.

”it’s alright, are you new to motorcycles?”

”kinda…” you give a timid smile, “i’ve always wanted one and now that i have one, i love it so much,”

”that’s good, keep taking good care of it,” he finishes as he hands over your keys.

”u-umm! How much do i owe you?”

he shrugs, “it’s alright, there’s no need for payment, i’m just happy i got to serve such a pretty lady,” he gives you a flirtatious wink, following it up with a laugh at your flustered expression.

”pl-please let me pay you back, c-can i at least get you some lunch?”

”there’s really no need,” he smiles softly, his eyes warm and kind. you can’t look away, it’s as if you were put in a trance.

“o-okay…”

he can see the hesitation in your face. You look like a person who has better things to do than waste time in his humble motor repair shop but you aren’t wanting to leave it appears.

”is something wrong?”

”i-it’s just problems at home…” you confess, hugging yourself for comfort. now that the adrenaline is gone, you realise that you can’t run away forever and you still need to face your parents but you’re not ready for that…

”sometimes, it's better to let it out than keep it all inside and if its a stranger, chances are, you probably aren’t ever gonna see me again, so…”

he’s offering you his time and a listening ear, which you appreciate and, although you’re hesitant, you ultimately take him up on his offer. the two of you sit down and you unload everything, his expression doesn’t change, he just listens to you, nodding along to some of your statements and giving you the occasional pat on the back whenever you seem to get a little too emotional. when it’s finally over, you feel as though you can finally breathe. It’s amazing and you feel yourself lean into his shoulder in relaxation.

”feeling better?”

”yeah…” you smile up at him “thank you so much,”

”no worries,” he shrugs nonchalantly, “but i recommend you talk to your parents, it seems as though they really care for you,”

”but…” the worry is back again

”trust me, i may not have known you long but from what you’ve told me, they love you more than you may think right now, and you’ll have to face them again sooner or later so why not now?”

”alright…i’m trusting you,” he nods and sends you on your way.

”drive safe!” he warns carefully as he waves you off.

he was right. who knew? but you were grateful

following his advice, you talked things out with your parents and like the understanding, compassionate parents they were, they told you that “all that matters is that you’re well and happy…”

a week passes and you can’t get that handsome, consoling bike mechanic out of your mind. You have to meet him again.

and so…here you are, facing your beloved new black honda CBR1k triple R fireblade sp with one of your father’s old golf clubs in your hand. Your grip on the club is continually slipping from the sweat accumulating at your palms. you’re nervous.

is this a good decision? You really want to meet him again but you can’t just show up with…nothing…

raising the club in your hands, you’re halted by the garage door opening and the heels of your mum walking in only to stop when she sees you. after a moment of tense silence, she makes her way over to you and brings you into a warm embrace.

”dear, i hope you know that i love you and whether you are going through something or not, you can always come to mommy, okay?”

nodding with your lips trembling in embarrassment, you see your mother off and face your bike again. you aren’t going through something, you just want to see him again.

bang! bang! clank!

”uhhh…damn, huh…” shinichiro laughs humourlessly at your bike, “it looks like someone tried to beat the hell out of your bike but didn’t know where to properly aim the strikes for real damage so you’re pretty lucky,”

”y-yup….lucky me,,,” you begin to sweat nervously.

he hit the nail on the head and he knows it, judging by the devious smirk on his lips as he turns away from you so as to avoid you seeing his charmed expression.

you’ve got to be the cutest girl he’s ever met.

tell me what you think! ; part 2? ; make this an actual oneshot?

navi.

[dolliedarlin]

tokyo revengers | shinichiro ⏤ 22:52

not proofread ; please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes made ; mechanic shinichiro x florist reader ; inspired by lola bunny x bugs bunny moment in space jam (loved that movie as a kid!)

shinichiro’s first impression on you could have gone better, that’s for sure, but in all fairness, he didn’t expect you at all. you with your radiant smile, dazzling eyes and alluring voice greeting him as he walks past on what he thought was a regular day heading into his shop. with a sudden weakness knocked into his knees by your beauty, the tools and spare parts piled up in his arms didn’t stand a chance and fell to the floor with him.

the disheveled man didn’t even get the chance to be embarrassed as he was immediately entranced by you once again, who rushed to his aide and helped him pick up all that he had dropped. it wasn’t fair; how could you be so pretty? were those stars in your eyes? and why do your lips look like candy? does he smell flowers?

“a-are you okay, sir?”

“m-me?” shinichiro snaps back into reality from the panic in your voice, meeting your eyes, you nod frantically, worry swimming in your (e/c) pools, “i-i’m great! why’d ya ask?”

“well you just fell over all of a sudden when i greeted you earlier…”

“oh!” the embarrassment finally sets in, “th-that, right…umm - i guess i just got distracted by something…” his voice trails off as he finishes the explanation to his clumsiness, getting lost in your ethereal presence once again.

“what did you see?” you asked, looking around in curiosity and sending the mechanic into derangement. he can’t say that you distracted him, he’ll sound like a creep! he joins you in looking around, frantically searching for an excuse.

“th-those flowers!” he points towards a pretty bouquet being displayed at the new shop’s window, “they’re really beautiful!”

“you think so?” you ask with a new glint of excitement in your eyes, which has the dark haired man nodding along almost excessively, his grin attempting to stretch out to his ears, “thank you so much, i arranged those myself,” you suddenly look bashful as your gaze turns down to look at your fidgeting hands. so cute…so cute! shinichiro mentally gushes, his pupils almost turning heart-shaped to accommodate his lovestruck fever for you.

“wait, you’re the new shop here?!”

“that’s right,” you chirp happily, excusing the misleading shock in his tone. did he not want you here?

“oh no…” shinichiro mutters under his breath. how could he possibly concentrate on his work if there was such a beautiful lady, who’s kind and bewitching and exactly his type right across the street?

“what do you mean by that?” you pout, anger evident in your voice as your brows furrow at him.

“what?”

“why do you sound like you don’t want me here?”

“uhhh…” the man in question begins to sweat nervously. how could he answer you this time?

thankfully that misunderstanding was quickly resolved with a sincere apology and a box of a dozen cupcakes decorated to look like flowers.

“i’m really sorry (l/n)-san, i didn’t intend to come across as unhappy about you being the owner of the new shop across from me,”

your forgiving nature makes you cave and accept his apology without any further explanation, you didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot so you happily shared the cupcakes with him too and went about business as if nothing happened.

most mornings where you went to open up your shop, you would often encounter shinichiro and the two of you made it a ritual to wave and greet each other good morning from across the street, it wasn’t deliberate for shinichiro to also make it a morning ritual to walk into his shop’s front door whilst greeting you but now you carry a small first aid kit wherever you go just so you could offer him some bandages for any cuts and scrapes he may gain from being around you.

it wouldn’t be a lie to say that it was because you wanted to be helpful to such a sweet guy but that was only the partial truth. the other reason being entirely selfish of you. there was something about the kind but awkward mechanic. he had a charm of his own that rivaled all previous men (and women) that tried to pursue you romantically. despite your relationship with shinichiro being entirely that of neighboring shop owners, it occurred to you that his sincerity came through much more than those that came before him trying to gain your affections. the entire situation was quite laughable really; shinichiro never approached you with any amourous gestures, instead he never failed to greet you a good morning, he helped shoulder your concerns and worries as a new shop owner, he kept you company when you were lonely and helped with your growing business by making deliveries for you at no extra charge.

“i just want to help you,” was his reason, “it like helping you (l/n)-san,” you remember the soothing smile he flashed you which had you clutching at your chest. To think that such a goof could affect you like no one else…

he made you happy.

“thank you for keeping me company sano-san,” it was his lunch break and he was eating away at his store-bought onigiri at your counter. he sometimes had the best timing because now you felt safer knowing someone was around while you were putting up hanging flora on an unreliable, tottering stepladder.

“it’s no trouble, really, i enjoy being around you the most, (l/n)-san,” even though you weren’t in the safest position, you snuck a glance back at him just to see his face turned away with the wobbly smile as the tips of his ears glowed an adorable pink. he’s always so adorable, you giggle to yourself quietly, not expecting him to notice but smirk, regardless when he unexpectedly does, “is something on your mind, (l/n)-san?”

“fufu~ it’s nothing sano-san,” stepping down from your final hanging plant, you tuck away your step stool and dust your hands down on your work apron partially stained with the chlorophyll and pollen from surrounding plants.

“the place looks so forest-y! it’s amazing!” shinichiro gushes, admiring your handy work. to think that your beautiful, soft hands could create something equally as beautiful but it’s to be expected from someone as perfect as you.

“thank you so much, sano-san,” you smile brightly at the man, hoping that your customers ring with the same sentiment. it was then when it happened…

just as you step forward, shinichiro spots an teetering plant pot beginning to loosen from its hanging perch above you. even though shinichiro wasn’t as tough as his gang member friends, he was tougher in his mental strength as well as within his heart, both pushed him to act when he needed to most and now was one of those times. launching himself forward with a shout of your name, shinichiro manages to push you away from the falling plant only to be the one that was injured in your place.

“sano-san!” you cry out as you rush to the fallen man, the scene nostalgic and reminiscent of your first meeting, almost giving you butterflies if it weren’t for the panic rapidly spreading through your chest. Checking him over, he seems to have endured bruising and cuts along his upper back and shoulders only. It was a relief but you weren’t out of the woods yet, leading the mechanic to your back room, you rush around for your first aid kit and get to work.

no words were spoken but it was comfortable. Shinichiro admired your rare beauty up close, finding your look of focused attention in tending to his injuries, captivating. He was shirtless but neither of you felt embarrassed of the fact, you too attentive to his well-being and him too distracted by your pretty lips, pretty eyes, pretty nose and pretty hair…pretty everything really. he could get used to such vip treatment, maybe he should injure himself more often. his thoughts almost make him laugh.

“don’t look to worried, i’m okay now thanks to you (l/n)-san,” shinichiro reassures, anything to keep your furrowed brows from making another appearance. you’re cute when you worry but if he sees it too often on you, he’ll surely become greedy for it and who knows what he’ll do then!

“are you sure you’re okay?” no matter how cute he looked bandaged up and grinning boyishly up at you, you needed to stay focused and make sure his well-being is taken care of first.

“positive, are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft and sweet, as sincere as his kind eyes. maybe it was time to give in…you can’t win against such a dangerous man.

you sigh in relieved defeat and smile at him, your eyes half lidded in want that shinichiro barely has time to catch onto, “sano-san, thank you~” you voice with an additional sugary essence that has the man’s heart racing in his ears at a higher frequency. this is the first time shinichiro has ever heard such a voice coming from you and he doesn’t know how to process it. he was conflicted on whether he should be reacting so feverishly to you or not. how embarrassing! not again! he swears that you know what you’re doing to him and it’s just unfair…

“it was nothing,” he gulps, steadying his heart and breathing to smile up at you from his seated position, “i just didn’t want you to get hurt,”

“that was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me~” without warning, you take him by his cheek and pull him into a deep kiss, your eyes shut closed in bliss whilst shinichiro’s eyes remain wide open. his mind took a moment to try and process the situation but eventually gave up in favour of returning the kiss. he’s imagined getting to kiss you multiple times and speculated on how it would feel, how your lips would feel and taste, now that he was finally pulling you close and getting to kiss you back, all of his daydreams were out the window, they can’t even begin to compare to how puffy-soft your lips were nor their uniquely addictive taste. all shinichiro knows is that this must be what being in heaven is like.

pulling away to catch your breath, you call out to the dazed mechanic but receive no reply in return. you’re only met with a dreamy sigh before shinichiro begins falling to the side and eventually…faints.

“sano-san!”

thoughts? ; did you dolls watch that movie too? ; if you could title this mini fic, what would you title it?

navi.

[dolliedarlin]

Hiii Dollie :D! How are you?

{Tokyos R} oh goodness everyone keeps talking about this anime…I have a feeling I should check it out. I didn’t read the time stamps about Tokyo's Revenge only because I, unfortunately, wouldn’t understand what was going on….

well looks like it’s time to add another anime to the list ;).

{Harry Potter} :o my exact thoughts! Harry Potter x BNHA would make a great series!! (I’ll keep it in mind)

Ohhhh I’ve been meaning to ask! What are your thoughts on a/b/o?

cc! my darling! i've been well, thank you! slowly getting into a new schedule and groove of things for the new semester but aiming higher than i was before.

i'm actually contemplating on making a patreon; i feel like i'll give up writing if i don't and adult life creeps up with loans and bills. i've been writing for so long now, i don't know what i'll do if i'm forced to stop because of adult responsibilities

how are you? doing well i hope! you better be taking good care of yourself, dollface <3

tokyo revengers ; omg tokyo rev is a trip! i haven't watched everything but i was curious about it so i read some of the manga and now i have an entirely new slew of well written, hot characters to write and daydream about! i highly recommend, there'll be tears but it's worth it bc the plot is just so good, especially the characters! mostly the characters! you don't even have to read my writing on tok. rev. just get into the anime! it's amazing! when and if you get into it, please tell me your thoughts! i really want to know your opinion on it, doll!

harry potter ; i'm not enough of a harry potter fan to make the right references in writing such an epic crossover so i'm hesitant but agree with you wholeheartedly, yes, yes it will make a great series!

a/b/o ; i really like the universe and it has a lot of potential, truthfully, i'm a sucker for alternate universes, especially if it's a fantasy. i tempted to write a small timestamp of my 'the p.a' series if it were in an a/b/o universe but only if something comes to mind. the only thing is that i get kinda frustrated with the concept sometimes; it becomes a very easy excuse for smutty scenarios and set-ups, sometimes it feels lazy to me if it's smut with no plot (though there's nothing wrong with any fics that are like that, sometimes you want just the smut, y'know) but some kind of slow-burn can be nice too...of course, it's completely fine to write smutty fics in the a/b/o au but when all written works seemingly are all 18+ content for a/b/o, you begin to crave something different, y'know? it's a very saturated au in fanfiction so i'm hesitant to write my own but yeah!