#tokrev x gn reader

[rainynightmoonlight]

This is what I'm working on rn.. I cant even finish it and this is all i have because its so fucking funny to me

[beeing1alive]

Cuddling with Tokyo Revengers - Boys

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

Mikey:

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

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

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

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

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

so he also comes to cuddle when he is depressed

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

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

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

Draken:

he is so big

he always wraps his arms around you completely

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

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

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

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

or when you whisper sweet nothings in his ear while cuddling

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

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

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

he just melts every time you cuddle

Mitsuya:

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

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

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

he simply falls asleep within 2 minutes

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

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

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

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

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

I hope you liked it <3

[schrodingers-romy]

Jilted (not) Lover [Mitsuya Takashi x Reader]

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x GN!Reader Word Count: ~2,100 [Ao3 Link]

Summary: Takashi is your best friend (who you have some more than friendly feelings for); so you don't understand why he never seems to want to spend time with you anymore.

Warnings: mild misunderstandings, kissing, no gendered terms for reader; reader is a bit insecure, and Takashi is a little less emotionally mature than normal.

Notes: wasn't feeling good so I finally sat down and wrote an idea I've had for a while. Probably needs more editing but I want to let it finally fly free

You thought nothing of barging into your best friend’s room; after all, he gave you a spare key for a reason. “Takashi!” you called excitedly. “They let me off work early today! Do you wanna maybe go out and do something? I heard there was a new—”

You were cut off before you could even finish. “I’m sorry,” Takashi said, not even bothering to raise his eyes from the patterns in front of him. “I really need to finish this today.”

“Oh,” you said, deflating slightly. “Well, I could just hang around here if you want some company. I can help too!”

Still, you received barely any acknowledgement. “I’ve got it, I just need to focus. I’ll see you later, though.”

Your smile felt brittle. “Okay, sounds good. I’ll go see Yuzuha then. Don’t forget to show me your new design when you’re done.”

The door clicked shut softly behind you.

Later, you heard from Yuzuha that Takashi went out to the arcade with Hakkai that same day. You were hurt, but you wanted to think the best. Takashi probably just finished early and assumed you were busy. It was nothing.

Except it wasn’t.

-

Ever since the two of you met in middle school, you had never gone more than a few days without hanging out. Throughout high school you basically lived at his house, becoming almost like another sibling to his sisters. Even once you both graduated and got different jobs, the two of you spent most of your free time together. (Enough time together for you to develop a horrible infatuation with him, at the very least.)

And yet, for two weeks straight Takashi had been completely blowing you off.

He was always busy with last minute designs, or he had to take his sisters to something, or he already had plans with Draken or Hakkai or the old Toman members. Normally, he would ask you to tag along, but he barely talked to you other than to let you know he couldn’t see you or spend time with you.

You never said anything, keeping a nonchalant tone around him. But god, did it hurt. You didn’t know what you did wrong to deserve this treatment; you couldn’t remember anything. Maybe he had just finally gotten tired of you and was trying to let you down easy.

You did your best to ignore those thoughts. It’s Takashi, you thought. If there was something wrong, he would communicate with you. It was probably nothing. (You needed to tell yourself that to keep from breaking down.)

-

Even though your relationship with Takashi was at a standstill, you still talked to his sisters.

Today, you had come over to make the girls lunch before they left to go hang out with their friends. Takashi hadn’t come out from his room when you called.

[“It’s fine,” you said, “I know he’s busy.”

The girls gave each other a look when they thought you weren’t paying attention. At least these Mitsuyas noticed something was up, you thought bitterly.]

They were long gone, after thanking you for the food and each giving you an awkward teenager hug on the way out. You have the rest of the day free, so you take your time cleaning the dishes, in the pathetic hope that Takashi will come out and you two will go back to normal.

You think that your prayers are answered when you see him come down the stairs. He seems a little surprised to see you still there, and he gives you a small, distracted smile. Your heart flutters as you smile back.

You think he’s coming towards you, but he walks right by the kitchen and heads towards the door instead. “Thanks for making lunch for the girls. I’m sure it was great,” he says, lingering for a moment. “You can leave the rest of the dishes; I’ll get them when I come back.”

“Oh. Where are you going?” you ask. You can hear a nearly imperceptible buzzing in your ears. You wonder if you’re angry or just sad; it’s hard to tell sometimes.

“Just out with Draken. I’ll see you later, yeah?” He’s already opening the door to leave.

You try to keep your composure, but the way you slam the plate as you set it on the counter is telling. “Yeah. See you later, I guess.” You wince. Even to your own ears, you sound bitchy. And you were doing so well in keeping it straight...  

There is a second of hesitation, and then the door closes. You busy yourself with drying the remaining dishes, not bothering to look up. Takashi probably left already.

But then you hear his footsteps as he comes into the kitchen. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks.

You still don’t look at him. You hate how concerned he sounds. Because of course he noticed how snotty you sounded; it wasn’t subtle. And Takashi was nothing if not a mediator, so he would obviously want to talk it out. But now, even after praying for the barest scrap of his attention back, you want nothing more than for him to leave you alone. You aren’t ready for whatever sort of conversation this is going to be.

On one hand, you are still hurt by how he treated you, how he hung out with you less and less as he replaced you with Draken and Hakkai. On the other hand, you feel like you’re being nothing but a spoiled brat. Takashi doesn’t owe you anything; he’s nice, so this is probably his own way of letting you know that you were too clingy and that he needed space while trying to spare your feelings. You just don’t want to hear that out loud.

At this point, you can feel yourself getting worked up. Your own thoughts buzz in your head like a swarm of angry locusts, rattling to the ever-quickening beat of your heart in your ears. You don’t quite know if you want to cry or scream.

He’s right in front of you now; you can see his shoes sidle up next to your slipper-clad feet on the kitchen floor as you valiantly avoid eye contact.

“C’mon, talk to me,” he says, voice softening even more. Because of course he can tell you are getting more upset.

“Just go,” you say. You sound muffled in your own ears. “Go hang out with Draken, or Hakkai, or your other gang friends. I’m fine. Leave me alone.”

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s up.”

“Oh, now that I want you to leave me alone, you won’t.”

“Hey, what is that supposed to mean?” He sounds a little offended now, and that just makes you angrier.

You spin around to face him for the first time. You can see how his eyebrows furrow, purple eyes glistening with concern as they take in your expression.

You lose your grip on your emotions. “Oh, what does that mean? I mean you’ve been ditching me for weeks now! Every time I come around, you’re too busy, or you already have plans with someone else!” You take a deep breath, trying to rein yourself in. “Look, if you don’t want to be around me anymore, just say something. Not any of this ‘hinting’ bullshit. Just…just say something…because I honestly don’t know what’s going on, Takashi.”

Your anger burnt through you quickly, like a flashfire, and you can feel your eyes starting to water.

Takashi looks stricken. One of his hands comes up to grip yours, using it to pull you into a tight hug. It only takes one murmur of your name, spoken gently into your hair as he tucks your head underneath his chin, for you to fully break.

There are tears streaming down your face now. You start to babble. “You’re my best friend, Takashi,” you say, pitifully. “I miss you.”

You feel his arms tighten around you, until you can almost feel your bones grinding together. It kind of hurts, but you are just happy to be held. His grip loosens soon enough, and he pulls back so he can look you in the eyes.

“I fucked up.” He smiles sadly at you. “I never wanted to make you feel like that. You’re my best friend too…but I couldn’t stay like that, and I didn’t know what to do about it.”

You feel your heart drop; you don’t understand. “What’re you trying to say?”

He lets out a sigh, and then reaches to clasp both your hands in his. His eyes dart around the room, nervously, before settling back onto yours. There is a quiet intensity in them that he only has when things are serious. “I want to be more than friends. I like you…romantically. I realized it a few weeks ago…you were always so special to me, and I didn’t understand why until Draken pointed it out to me.”

He let out a light chuckle. “I treated you differently than I did everyone else because I had—have—a crush on you. I didn’t know what to do about it, so I started avoiding you. I thought I would blurt out something that would ruin our friendship. I didn’t think about how it would affect you. I’m so sorry.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. It seems so inconceivable that he would return your feelings. You don’t even know what to say, so you focus on the end of his short speech. “So much for being the emotionally intelligent one, huh?” you say, tone lighter than it has been this whole time.

He lets out a self-deprecating laugh, tilting his head down. “Yeah, yeah. Guess I’m better with other people’s problems than my own. But cut me some slack, this is the first time I’ve been in love with someone before.”

You freeze. “Love?”

He already told you he had a crush on you, but this brings your thoughts to a halt. Love is a much more serious claim than a simple crush.

Takashi seems to think so as well. His face shutters. It’s clear he didn’t mean to say that much, but he doesn’t back down. “Yeah. Love. But it’s okay you don’t feel the same way. I’m good with just being friends. Or whatever makes you comfortable. Um. I owe you that much after being such a shithead, huh?” He looks uncomfortable, like he is just waiting for you to reject him. Like it’s inevitable.

You give him a sharp flick on the nose. “Idiot. Who says I don’t feel the same way.”

“…You do?”

You let out a snort, fighting to keep a grin off your face. “Like I wasn’t pining after you for years. God, Takashi, I follow you like a lovesick puppy, and you didn’t catch a hint?”

You open your mouth to say something else, but you’re swept back into his arms before you can. The two of you are face to face now; from here, you get the full force of his blinding grin. He’s smiling so wide that his eyes are nothing more than crescents of purple, his pretty eyelashes nearly brushing his cheeks. He looks breathtaking.

You break out into your own smile, unable to keep the happiness off your face. You feel so light, lighter than you have in a long time. The knowledge that Takashi loves you is like a shot of dopamine straight to your brain; you feel nearly delirious from the sudden rush of happiness.

“I love you,” he says. He sounds so tender when he says it, you can’t help but tilt your head up to press a kiss to his lips. It’s nothing more than a peck, but the touch of his soft mouth against yours sends sparks through your body.

“I love you too,” you say.

He looks at you in awe, before he leans down to steal another kiss from your lips, this one longer, and deeper.

You never want to leave; you would happily spend forever standing in the middle of his kitchen, trading heartfelt kisses and basking in the warmth of your love with Takashi.

-

(Draken wonders what happened to Mitsuya; he missed their hangout without so much as a “can’t make it” text. He can only hope the other boy finally got the balls to confess his feelings to you. He loves his sworn brother, but he’s getting tired of seeing Mitsuya avoid you. And he is definitely getting tired of hearing his lovesick ramblings. Well, if the two of you haven’t gotten together by now, Draken supposes he could always go with Yuzuha’s plan to lock the both of you in a closet until you worked things out.)

[iadoremik3y]

Kakucho: do you Sanzu haruchiyo take l/n y/n to be you lawfully wedded spouse?

Sanzu: I do.

Kakucho: do you l/n y/n take Sanzu haruchiyo to be your lawfully wedded husband?

Y/n: yes I do (looks at him lovingly)

Kakucho: will you sanzu haruchiyo care for them in sickness and in health, and to promise to always provide for them, and to put them before Mikey?

Sanzu: (thinking) uh nahhhhhhh.

Ran: ain’t no way!?!?

Y/n runs off with rindou instead

[matsunozz]

takemichi

“aww, that’s cute that you’re crying.” you said teasingly, watching takemichi cry in pain. “p-please…turn it o-off!” he cried out, ass face up with a vibrator in his hole.

“hm? but, you told me you could take it!” you gave a smack to his ass, walking around to see his face. “really, but didn’t you say at dinner…that you’d be the one banging me up tonight? in front of everyone if I’m not mistaken?” he looks up at you with panic in his eyes, so vulnerable and pretty. “i-I didn’t mean to, it just c-came out and i-” his words were drowned out by screams of pleasure.

“n…no, no more…” he whimpered out, watching you clamp his nipples. he gasped softly, attempting not to literally scream his lungs out. “well, holding out good aren’t you?” you said lowly, a smile on your lips. he nodded, atleast the vibrator was out. “but, this is just the start y’know?”

[avengersassemble123]

Gift of remembrance

Pairing: Sanzu Haruchiyo x reader (Bonten arc - slight spoilers ahead)

Genre: Fluff, Heartwarming, (Bonten Sanzu behaviour ig)

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"Im also planning to gift him the video game he had always wanted and maybe hold a surprise date night for him." Your best friend explained, as she talked about surprising her husband on their anniversary. "Aww (y/bf), thats so sweet. I'm sure your husband would love it." you complimented as we chatted and hung out for a while.

By evening you had returned home as you made way into the bathroom to get freshened up. You then changed into a new pair of clothes, as you went into the kitchen to reheat the food, when you heard your house's door open, signalling your significant other's arrival.

"I'm home." You heard your boyfriend speak, before some amount of shuffling and some moments of silence, before you felt arms wrap around your waist, "Hey baby." you acknowledged as Sanzu buried his face into your neck, as his muffled voice spoke, "Hey babe, missed you" You chuckled, as you tried to wriggle yourself out of his grip, "Had a long day? Go take a shower and tell me about it because you stink of sweat and i just freshened up."

"What if i don't want to?"

"Ill drag you there myself."

"Aww you're no fun, you wound me baby"

You rolled your eyes before pushing him towards you two's room, as he cackled on his way. After he freshened up, you both sat on the living room couch with your dinner, talking about each other's day and today's gossips from both of yours' workplaces, before the topic of your best friend came up.

"-and that's how she plans to surprise him."You finished explaining, as you finish off your food with the last bite, while your boyfriend listened patiently, before a sly grin appeared on his face,

"Well I've done a lot of romantic things for you. How come you've never done anything romantic for me?" Sanzu asked teasingly, poking your waist.

"'i do." You defended, as you whined dramatically.

"Oh yea? Name one."

" I can name a few-"

"Sex doesn't count."

"Oh"

You visible deflated, as you squinted your eyes, thinking what romantic thing have you done for him.

"Well what about the bed and breakfast you had in the beach house you rented from Rindou?"

"Well, technically i took you there, all you did-"

"Yea i know what i did." I stopped him mid sentence, as i slightly felt my face warm, but realising it was not exactly a romantic gesture without 'engagement of bodies'.

"I bet Rindou had to throw out that rocking chair." Sanzu snorted, giggling shamelessly, while you kicked him slightly, embarrassed.

"Hey I can be romantic when i want to." You defended.

"Fine." Sanzu shrugged, "But also not true" Sanzu retorted, teasing you slightly, making you roll your eyes.

"Okay, just you wait and see. I will romance your freaking ass off." you challenged, while Sanzu snorted.

"Hmm, i wonder how a baby like you would actually manage to romance a high profile yakuza member like your sexy partner." Sanzu bullied you, as he got up the couch to wash his plate in the sink, while you gave him the middle finger.

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"Well i know its unlikely for me to call you, but thank you so much for taking some time off from your schedule and coming over." You said, as you invited your guest over into the house.

"Well you called the right person fortunately, plus its a real surprise when a person like you is trying to 'seduce' a freak of a being like Sanzu." Kokonoi explained, as he walked in and invited himself over your couch.

"Ok so I've been really struggling with this, and you are the only closest person i know who knows Sanzu well, and has somewhat of an idea on the choices of gifts, than the rest of my options. You know what i mean." I said, as Kokonoi stoically nodded, as he seated himself on the couch, crossing his legs, his arms over it, holding one phone. He brushed his white hair back before continuing,

"Well the quickest way to a man's heart like Sanzu's is thr-"

"Pants. But Sanzu said sex doesn't count." I answered, as i got glasses of wine for both of us.

Kokonoi, looked at you blinking, his lips pursed, before taking a glass from your hand, "Aww you poor thing. You had one arrow in your quiver and you just can't use it." He nodded his head in understanding, while you replied back with a deflated nod.

"Well how about trying to cook something for him?" Well, its kind of hard for both of us to be present at home itself most of the time due to our works, and i wanted to do something different."

Kokonoi breathed out a deep sigh, "If this was some ordinary person, either this would've been easy to give advises, or i wouldn't have bothered showing up in the first place. But this is Sanzu, we are talking about. Nothing is normal with him, making me still hard to imagine that you managed to end up with him of all the people available in the whole of Japan, let alone the world. " Kokonoi sipped the wine, before continuing, "And i also want to see how this surprise and Sanzu's reaction turns out, and if the 'rapid dog' himself is capable of expressing emotions other than for our boss"

"Kokonoi.." i spoke out his name, making him raise his hands in surrender, "No offense sweetie. Anyways back to the topic."

"(NAME), if you truly want to be romantic, then this stuff need to come from withing you."

"I know, but its just so hard, I don't know why."

"I guess its probably because you never had to do this stuff because you're young and beautiful, and men, including Sanzu, must've thrown themselves at you." Kokonoi replied.

You pursed my lips, nodding in understanding before speaking up, "Yea I'm trying to feel sad about it, but i just can't."

"Thought so." Kokonoi rubbed his fingers at the bridge of his nose, "I can see why you two go well together."

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You and Sanzu were having a candle light dinner at your place itself, as you both chatted. "Have to say, i didn't expect you to manage this surprise without me knowing. And its coming from you of all people" Sanzu teased.

"Well, only learned from the best, and of course, i didn't forget my promise." You replied back.

As you both finished your dinner, you pointed your fork at him, "Alright Mr. Haruchiyo. Get ready because a crap storm of romance is coming your way."

Haruchiyo dramatically gasped, as he held his chest by one hand, "More romance? Stop it, you're gonna make me cry, sweet cheeks."

You stood up, as you smiled slyly, before walking towards the counter, picking up a small weaved basked.

"Sanzu smirked, as laid back on the chair, man spreading, his one hand on the table, while the other holding his face, rubbing his chin, squinting his eyes at you amused. "You seem pretty confident."

"Oh I am."

You then started dropping rose petals from the basket to the floor, making a path, "Maybe if you'll follow this trail, you'll know why."

"Ohh rose petals. Well now I'm just more excited for my girl's surprise." Sanzu said, whistling, slightly impressed, as he stood up and started following you.

As you led him towards both yours bedroom, he was met with a candle lit decorated room, "Wow baby, you really are pulling all the strings today."

You then set down the basket before picking up the wrapped gift placed on the bed, before gesturing it towards him, "Ok so i gave this a lot of thought, and i found something that might show you how much I love you."

Sanzu took the gift from your hands, before tearing the wrapper off and seeing the content inside it. His eyebrows slightly furrowed for a second before returning back normal, "Oh wow.."

"Its the ring which you had been eyeing for a while when you had spotted it randomly while you were out on a mission, and had told me about it that day, and i know how you like these kind of stuff, so i just thought maybe i could gift you something like this." You said with a smile, while you waited excitedly for his reaction.

Sanzu raised his eyebrows as he nodded and opened his mouth for a few seconds, before looking at you and giving you a smile, "I-its great. Thank you baby." He said, as kept on smiling, and looking at his gift.

You looked at him with confusion, as you had known him long enough to know something was wrong with his reaction. Even if Sanzu was Bonten's No.2, only few people could figure him out enough, if not all, and that included his boss Mikey, his brother Takeomi, and now you. His reaction could fool anyone, but you had dated and known him long enough to know.

Your smile deflated, before your hands fell to your side, as your tone changed, "What?"

"Nothing. I love it sweet cheeks." Sanzu said, as he held the gift in his one hand, while he wrapped his other hand around your waist, his face nearing yours, as he gave you a seductive smile. But you knew him better.

"No. Something's going on." You said, as you looked towards the gift, "Whats wrong with it. I remember you saying how you liked the ring when you had spotted your target wearing it, and that it would look better on you."

"You're right. I did say that. And here I am loving it. Especially since its a gift from you." Sanzu replied, not wavering from his stance and his usual demeanor, but then you felt him slightly furrow his eyebrows, pursing his lips, "...And that when i was returning to the headquarters a few weeks later, i spotted the same exact model in a jewellery shop...and i bought it."

You closed your eyes and faced the ceiling, groaning in frustration, as you let yourself out of his grasp and sitting on the bed dejectedly, "Oh my god...I'm the worst."

"Hey no baby, its really thoughtful." Sanzu said as he quickly set the gift beside and and reached towards you.

"No its not." You said, as you felt guilt fill you inside, "I mean, whats thoughtful is that everything you do for me." I said, my voice slightly quivering, as Sanzu sighed, as he knelt down on his knees, facing you, as he cupped your face with his one hand, while the other held your hand. "Its true baby, i did like your gift, and I'm glad that there is actually a person who cares for me like this in the whole world."

"No, its not better. Even if you work for such a dangerous organization, you still do things for me, while here I am, not even worth it, You know what, here-" You say as you stood up and went towards the closet, as Sanzu stood up.

You removed a box from your closet as you set it down on the bed, as you picked up one thing after the other. "Look here it is, here's the plane tickets you bought me when i was too poor to fly back home to visit my family, here's a necklace you got me before we were dating, and the rose you left in my windshield..just because-"

Sanzu looked at you, as you kept on ranting, as he stared between you and the box which contained all the gifts he had given you, even before and after dating.

"A-and here's the letter which you wrote me to confess your feelings after visiting me numerous times in the coffee shop i frequented regularly, all the pages of it."

Sanzu silently looked at you, too serious for his usual demeanor, matching the attitude he would have when he would be sober and in meetings with the bonten executives.

As you held and looked through the pages, Sanzu silently spoke up lowly, "I can't believe you saved all of this stuff.."

You looked up, as you looked at him in slight surprise, "Of course i did...Its you."

Sanzu stared at you for a few seconds, before reaching towards you and hugging you tightly, before kissing you lovingly, which you reciprocated with the same intensity, before breaking the kiss and hugging tightly.

"That is the most beautiful and thoughtful thing anyone has done for me, and it means a lot for me." Sanzu said, as he kissed your shoulders, still hugging you tightly while you chuckled.

You both stayed like this for a while, basking in each other's presence and warmth, before separating a while later.

Sanzu's eyes gazed at the box, a tint of smile on his scarred lips, before looking at an object in confusion, "Is that a pregnancy test?"

"Oh yea, just the first one. I didn't save them all." I shrugged, making Sanzu shrug in agreement, before diving for a kiss again, making you both fall onto the bed backwards.

[stxrmylxve]

Wakasa holds no shame, ever. He doesn't care that people are staring as he sucks a hickey into your neck in public, or the fact that the other gang members sheepishly look away as he sits you on his lap during a meeting.

He loves you, and I think everyone knows not to try and take you away from him. That would be bad for them to experience lol

He loves you to death and would send his best men out to hunt down anyone that sent even one lustful glance your way. He has made it very clear, more than once, that you are his now, and his alone! And if you so think about trying to tease him by looking elsewhere, he will breed you until the only name in your vocabulary is his.

(you can also notice this via the hickeys always on your neck.)

[porcalinecunt]

Hakkai Shiba busting you wide open for the first time, surprising you because he intially came off as so shy during intimacy! Flustering at your kisses and blushing whenever you make a lewd comment and lick your lips,

N now he's just this monster, trying to pump his cum into you with reckless abandon! Whatever u did to lead him up to that point is up to u!

𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐰 — loss of virginity, creampies (lots!), size kink.

𝐚/𝐧 ✿ heyyy mootie >:3 i’ve been having hakkai brainrot all day and THIS only made it sm worse. words can’t describe how much i love this man. i’d split it open if he wants..<3

✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀 is a gentle giant, especially when it comes to intimacy. Even after dating for a while, he’s still too shy to even make eye contact with you!

That’s why when it came to your first time with him, you met a man whom you did not recognize, but quickly grew infatuated with. The once gentle, shy and blubbering mess you knew was gone the moment he stripped you of your clothes. While he was gentle, his iron grip and lewd language caught you so off guard. Didn’t help that he was so much bigger then you could’ve expected, compared to your smaller body and especially your untouched hole.

“Yes, fuck yes!—so good, so good f’me..fuck!”

He moans out, snapping his hips against yours while you gripped at his biceps, crying out from the feeling of his cock stretching you out. You stared up in shock with teary eyes, mouth wide open. Hakkai’s usually gentle smile or flushed expression was gone, replaced with with a grin that stretched across his lips. His eyes were near animalistic, staring down at your while you fell apart on his cock.

Don’t think he’ll pull out either! Hakkai’s biggest desire was to breed you for sure! Filling you with his cum till your overflowing and his cock was coated in your cum. Your womb was his and his to breed! Even after you’re overwhelmed by your first orgasm, he’ll still be stuffing you full of his seed. 🤍

Hakkai is still your loving, shy boyfriend. However, don’t expect him to be nice when he’s creampieing you!

[phebth]

Pills

Tw: mention of illegal drugs, prescribed medication, foul language, violence, “bad trip”

☆ G/N reader, reader goes to college, oc ish Sanzu? ☆

A/N: Important to note I've never taken any heavy drugs so i’m sorry if the description is wrong! First time writing for Tokyorev I’ve never watched the anime but I’ve read A LOT of fanfiction so that's why it’s mid, anyways enjoy 😸

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Sanzu had decided to stay the night as he had gotten badly hurt earlier that evening when fighting. He insisted he was fine and that it was just a bruise but you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that his ego was also hurt, you knew not to mention it since it would've been rude. “I’m fine baby let's just forget this all happened and get to bed,” he said as he took something out of his pocket and set it on the kitchen counter. After that, you both went to bed knowing you had responsibilities in the morning.

You awoke to him peppering kisses all over your face, he always did this when he had to leave early in the morning not even having time to stay for breakfast as he dashed out the door grabbing his things off the counter. As for you, you slowly got up to do your morning chores while doing so you thought about last night, you still had about an hour before leaving so you took that time to get ready for school and to make breakfast. You opened the pill bottle while looking at your phone your best friend had texted you about her one-night stand and how hot he was. A glass of apple juice in your right hand ready to chase down the medication, it was second nature to you at this point.

You went back to your room ready to get dressed you smiled to yourself knowing if Sanzu were here he’d complain as this part always took the longest. Finally, after 10 minutes you had your outfit, now you just needed to brush your teeth as you made your way to the bathroom you started feeling queasy….. You held on to the bathroom counter for support as your vision blurred. An uncomfortable feeling in your gut, “It’s probably because of stress” you thought. You had an important exam coming up and you took every opportunity you could to study which had taken up all of your free time.

You picked up your textbooks and shoved them in your bag “Wait I'm missing one” you thought as you glanced toward your desk spotting the missing notebook. You got up quickly “Shit,” you said as the world started spinning around you “I got up too fast,” you thought as you clung to the doorframe, your vision blurring as your ears start ringing. You were clutching on the door frame for dear life at this point if you weren’t you were sure to be on the ground by now, something wasn’t right, your heartbeat was fast, you could barely keep yourself up, you couldn’t think straight and….. Since when did we have two hallways??…..

“Something is wrong” is all you could come up with as you felt your thoughts leave your mind as if they had a mind of their own. You desperately tried to think of what could have caused this…..

….Yesterday…………….

……………Knock…………door…………….

…….Sanzu………talking………………

……Bruise…………….

…………………..Pills……………………counter…………………

…………….Sleep…………

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Your heart dropped to your stomach as you realized…You could hear your phone ringing from the kitchen

Sanzu was told by Mikey to wait for him behind the warehouse. According to him, it was way too early to be out and about at 7 AM he would’ve preferred to stay in bed with you cuddled up. He reached into his pocket to grab a cigarette, fortunately, it was his last one as he lit it he made a mental note to stop by the convenience store to get a new pack. Speaking of a new pack last night he had gotten scammed by his new “dealer” he had sold him the wrong stuff which was 1/3 of his usual dose. He smirked as he remembered how his night ended, with a bloody nose on the ground knocked out cold. “That ought to teach him,” he thought to himself as a cold wind brushed past him.

Chills ran up his spine making the hair on the back of his neck stand up, it wasn’t that cold out…. He was feeling….on edge…like something wasn’t right. Chalking it up to his drug craving he threw his cigarette on the ground crushing it under his foot as he reached into his left pocket for the pill bottle. At this point, he didn’t care if that lowlife had given him the wrong dosage he needed something to fill the void expanding in him.

He took the bottle out of his pocket, opened the lid and poured out its contents.

…

White and blue pills pooled in his hand. Cylinder shaped……… not his usual round white pills….

…..But that’s not what he saw last night…..

He thought back to last night when he was talking to his “ex” dealer. No, no he clearly remembers opening the bottle and taking 4 after beating him senseless. It's all he could think about walking home, getting in the door taking-

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He quickly forced them back in realizing the label…..

Shinjukukabukicho Pharmacy

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Japan,Tokyo, Shinjuku City, Kabukicho, 1 Chome−16−1 Shinjuku

Tel- 000-000-0000

30mg Vyvanse

Y/N L/N

He stood there. Not moving, not breathing, not a single sound came out. How could he have been so stupid?!? Why did he have to put his drugs right next to your medication?! He knew why you kept it out too because if you didn’t see them you would forget about taking them-! “What time is it?” He pulls out his watch as the clock reads 7:37 AM. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK” he cried out taking out his phone as fast as he could. It had been well over 30 minutes since you had taken your “medication” and he immediately called you. His legs have a mind of their own immediately heading toward the nearest shortcut to your house. “FUCK” he screamed as you didn’t pick up on the first try, he was so angry with himself for making such a stupid mistake that could possibly cost you your life.

You felt like you were gonna throw up, the thought of you puking your breakfast all over the floor was not a pleasant image making you feel even sicker. The sound of your phone ringing felt like a police siren blaring through the street, you weakly crawled toward the kitchen and lifted yourself to pick up your phone.

“Hello..-”

“Y/N BABY I’M SO SORRY, I messed up so badly please stay with me I’m almost home,” Sanzu said running back home

You had known about your boyfriend’s drug addiction since you met him, it bothered you at first and you even started to try convincing him to quit however he made it clear he had no intention of doing so. You came to a compromise that he wouldn’t be on drugs around you as it broke your heart seeing him that way.

“You……wrong………pills…” you meekly said to him on the phone.

“I know baby please I'm so sorry please forgive me,” he said finally seeing your house in the distance. He ran up to the door practically breaking it open and immediately made his way to the kitchen where you were lying down on the ground. He had never been more terrified in his life, he quickly picked you up and brought you to the bedroom setting you down softly on the mattress. “Shhhh baby it's okay I'm here now alright? I understand how you feel ok? Don’t worry the effects will wear off soon it’ll be okay I promise” he said softly while caressing your hair. You were shaking from head to toe confused and scared but somewhat reassured that your lover was here with you. “Gimme….. hand…” you said while reaching toward his, you could feel his skin rubbing against yours, they were usually rough but it was different you could feel every ridge in his skin. Seeing you calmed and stressed him out even more, thoughts ran through his head as he could barely think straight. “I’m here y/n, I'm not going anywhere” he whispered, it made you feel safe and slowly but surely calmed you down.

After 30 long minutes, you had sobered up enough to form a coherent sentence.

“Sanzu can you do me a favour?”

“Yes anything you want baby what do you need?”

You stared a him for a little bit, and slowly a smile started to form “Don’t ever do that again please.” you said as you got up from his lap.

“I promise you it will never happen again” Sanzu declared as he looked into your eyes thanking the lord for having you in his life.

Ps: I’m so sorry if this is shit it’s my first time writing smth so long and new also I just searched up a random pharmacy in Japan but I put my adhd medication in the label so don’t come at me 😅

[fictionfordays]

Christmas Photo

(21+) Sanzu Haruchiyo x GN!Reader

CW: pure fluff! Pet names (baby), some kisses and cuteness, reader has breasts??? idk

WC: <300

A/N: Ack I wanted this to be longer but it's just not happening for me rn. Short and sweet is my go-to I suppose, but hopefully you all will still enjoy it!<3

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“Haru, I don’t wanna wear the sweater!” you cross your arms over your chest and turn your nose up at him slightly.

“Aw, c’mon, babyyyy, we’d look so cute if we matched for this!” he holds up the ugly knit sweater, wiggling his eyebrows enticingly with that shameless pout on his face.

“But… Haru… it’s just so… PINK a-and… ugly as all shit.”

“Yeah, baby, that’s the point.”

You glare at him for a moment, features softening as you sigh reluctantly, “is this important to you?” His smile brightens at you, instantly warming your cold, cold heart. You put a hand over your face in thought.

He puts the sweater down for a moment, warm fingers reaching for the hem of your fleece long sleeve to pull it over your head. He gives you a toothy grin as he tosses your shirt aside and reaches for the ugly pink sweater. He leans into you, lips meeting yours softly before he pulls the ugly sweater over your head. His fingers linger against your skin, brushing softly over your breasts as you push your arms through the sleeves. He pulls the pink fabric down the rest of the way, hands making their way to your hair to pull it out from under the scratchy clothing, gently brushing your hair down with his finger tips before finally dropping his hands to your waist.

He pulls you close to him, resting his forehead against yours before kissing you sweetly. Thank you’s tumble out in quiet whispers before his lips are on yours again.

“You’re going to be the death of me…” you chuckle quietly at him as your arms wrap around his neck and hug tightly. “Shall we take the picture then?”

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[ffeelann]

HELLO THERE! 👋

Can you do a fluff rindou fic??? Where the reader pulls out a cheating prank on him? Thank you!!! I love your stories!!!! 💓

a/n: omg ty so much😭😭😭😭✨✨✨ uni is taking some time but I LOVE TAKING REQUESTS It makes me Happy yay. Btw I was súper sad while writing this but I ended up feeling better so💋THANK YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE.

Commissions and tips open too!!!

Warning: cheating prank(?, treaths but just a little, fluff, gn reader bc i'm used to it now.

—Ah, no. I wouldn't like to have you there— Rindou explained. He was, in fact, worried about you. He would have never wanted you to get hurt into some...thing? Some situation he would never love to put into words in your company.

But, sometimes, you could forget how he was when he first met you and, of course, how he was when he attracted you first.

—Uh, sure. He said he'd want me anywhere, anytime— you said, taking away your jacket and placing it into the closet.

It was just a tiny little immature comment. Everyone has them. Just a little joke you act out because it would suit the non existent script wonderfully.

But he was not answering.

He would have.

—what? Why do you stare like that?

—the fuck is 'he'?

—who?

—the one's who does wants you...?

—oh, so you don't want nor like me? Okay...

Rindou placed his hand on his face, hiding himself from the judgement of the moment. You knew you were just playing, but apparently he didn't.

He usually did, though. But... maybe those things he wanted to protect you from were... real stuff you needed to be protected from. Maybe that was making him stressed.

—y/n...

All Rindou could feel and see was his hand, until you took it away from his face to kiss his fingers and sit on his lap just to hug him more comfortably.

—It's a joke, it's a joke. There is no he. You're him.

He kissed your neck, burying his face on your shoulder.

—I hate you sometimes...— he said, caressing your back trought your shirt. You were always... you. And he could never be mad at someone who was just like you.

—no you don't, i'm funny funny.

—no I don't. And, by the way, funny the way I'd beat the shit out of...— "me?" You said, accentuating the jokingly tone without doing a single move. He would never touch a single hair of yours— y/n...

—I know, I know. I'll stop being funny funny.

You kissed his chin softly.

—don't. You can be funny funny. If someone does want to beat your ass, I'll make sure they can't.

You cupped his face on both your hands, caressing it with your thumbs. He wouldn't admit it, but if you stopped doing that for any random reason in the future, he'd be so lost.

—Rindou.

—what?

—can we just have a one cute couple moment without any random treaths to people who doesn't actually exist? I'd like to spend more time with you before you go...— when you said that, he kissed your hands, still caressing his face.

—sure. Are you hungry?

[rainynightmoonlight]

A Life Before | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader

The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: Mentally Unstable Occult More about you: More about you Prologue: A Life Before | {You are here} Chapter 1: The Reality I've Been Searching for | TBW Chapter 2: You remind me so much of him | TBW Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Insanity | TBW

Y/n had no easy life, and not one any child should have had. His parents were never around to see the accomplishments of their son, they were just busy. His brother, Lucas, wasn’t any help either. He was the golden child, and Y/n lived within his shadow. Y/n was the oldest, but his brother just seemed to have the charisma that Y/n lacked. 

Y/n grew to isolate himself, and bury himself within his jealousy. Y/n grew up with the harsh parenting of his father, and when his brother came into the world it changed. In Y/N's mind, Lucas was getting special treatment. He grew up thinking that any form of attention only ever came to him when he did something remarkable. But Y/n started to give up on trying, and let Lucas have all the attention. 

He didn’t want his brother to become like him, an isolated mess with no one to talk to and resentment for people. There was something that had sought Y/n out, however. The shadows of all kinds of places started to appear to Y/n, telling him of their woes and stories of their ever fleeting pasts. He saw them before when he was younger, usually in his room. They filled the loneliness he had felt from the abandonment of his mother and father. 

Y/n would often talk to the shadows, causing curiosity within his family. His parents had thought he was talking to friends on the phone, but they were concerned when Y/n wouldn’t bring these friends over. They had thought he was with delinquents, but never pushed the issue because they never had the time. Lucas, however, wanted to only spend time with Y/n. All he wanted was Y/n look at him with a smile. 

Just like their parents did. But all Lucas got was this look of numbness from his other brother. Whenever Lucas tried to reach out to Y/n he would shut the door to his bedroom. This left Lucas a crying mess on the other side. But he would never tell their parents. All Lucas ever wanted from Y/n was the loving and supportive brother he saw in movies and shows. 

The one that gives advice on first dates and when the main character's best friend was fighting with them, the older brother would come in and give some jaw dropping response the audience would never expect. And Y/n felt the same. He wanted the loving parents he saw on the TV, ones that loved all their children the same. Y/n gave up on that silly little hopeful idea, knowing it was an unrealistic fantasy that would never come to him. 

Due to the constant isolation Y/n brought to himself, he became more absent in his mind. His thoughts were relentless, but they were one of the few things that would ever listen to him. The mental breakdowns he started to have become more violent. The shadows, who he had befriended, had to hold him back from attempting several times. They didn’t have the strength to stop him from hurting himself. 

Y/n would hear the cries of the shadows, thinking it was the pain of their past lives. The true reason they were wailing was because of Y/n’s self-destructive behavior. Y/n didn’t even need to try to hide the scars he caused because no one would notice. No one took the time to check in on him. It made his spiraling mind so much worse. The shadows who had become his new family had to put in so much effort to make sure Y/n didn’t die to his own hands.

There was one person, outside the spectral plane, that noticed Y/n’s worsening state. It was Y/n’s brother, Lucas. Lucas tried so hard to reach out to Y/n, to offer him his helping hand. He never knew how else to go about it, seeing his brother’s scars and heavy eye bags. Every time Y/n walked out of his room, Lucas would stare at him horrified. How could their parents not realize how much pain their oldest son was in?

“Y/n, are you okay?”

Y/n looked at Lucas, eyes empty, with no sign of any one present. Y/n only walked past his younger brother, not sparing him a moment. Lucas grabbed Y/n’s hand, causing the h/c haired boy to whip his head around. Lucas let go of Y/n’s hand instantly, startled by the cold, harsh gaze coming from his e/c eyes. Y/n’s voice was low and hoarse.

“Like you care. Just leave me alone.”

Y/n walked away, stepping out of the house. The slam of the front door left Lucas in shock. Tears dripped down his cheeks as they hit the hardwood floor. He did care for Y/n, but why did Y/n not see it? Why was Y/n always pushing him away?

Y/n let the interaction with his brother leave his mind. He was too focused on going into the shops that were close by his house. Y/n only had his phone and wallet in hand, headphones placed on his ears. He walked down his driveway and down the various roads that led to the stores and restaurants that littered the town. His thoughts were stuck on his brother.

He hated Lucas, but there was so much guilt in hating him. He noticed his younger brother's attempts to comfort him. Y/n kept on walking, focusing on the music playing through his headphones. He didn’t want to think about his family, but they always plague his thoughts. Y/n was finally at the small mall with other shops and restaurants surrounding it. 

He looked around and noticed that the place wasn’t bustling with people, but more of a calm flow of 2 to 3 people every 3 stores. Y/n sighed, letting out all the anxiety he felt in his stomach, and gently walked around as his eyes darted around. As he was window shopping, one store caught his attention. It was a manga and anime store. Y/n walked in the small store, looking around at all the items that were being showcased. He loved anime, well, some anime, but only because it was his escape from the cruel world he lived through. 

He fantasized about these characters loving him endlessly, giving him the attention he never got from anyone else. Y/n picked up a few figurines he liked, looking at them front and back as he admired them. He slipped into his fantasy mind of the never ending love, but it was short-lived as he looked at the many shelves of manga. Y/n dragged himself over to the bookshelves, gently placing the figuring he was holding back on its spot, and started to look through the various manga series that were on display. Y/n mainly focused on the manga of anime’s he’s seen, anxious about starting a series without having the anime to follow along with. 

Y/n’s anime choices were also very restricted because he had no way to legally access them and usually had other things to do whenever he had downtime. Even if it seemed like Y/n did nothing in the eyes of those around him, he was quite busy. He did his best in school, getting homework done a week early, trying to find something to be creative, walking around, and just thinking. That was his usual schedule, but there were times where Y/n just needed to listen to something for comfort. To see the silly characters on his screen have better lives than him, so he can imagine one of his own. 

Anime wasn’t Y/n’s only escape, show wise, that is. He had the silly kids cartoons from the various streaming sites his parents had bought, and to their stupidity, Y/n had memorized every single password they used in case he got locked out. It didn’t help Y/n’s isolation issues at all, but it made things so much easier. At least that's what he had thought throughout his whole life. Growing up, T.V was what created most of how Y/n views everything, a world where everything ends happy and that people who’ve hurt him will come back and do some big grand gesture and repent for the pain.

That realization came from an adult show he had watched on his own, even if it made him feel worse. That one adult show and one of the many kid shows he loved watching were his therapy, more so than anime was. They taught him the patterns in his own life and reasons why he feels the way he does. Y/n shook his head, trying not to get distracted while he looked through the shelves. He just looked at the several front covers of various series for 30 minutes, and the cashier just watched him, waiting for Y/n to make a choice.

Y/n’s attention shifted to the cashier as he felt them watch him look through the various series. He put the book he was holding back on the shelf, walking over to the checkout counter. He stood loosely in front of the cashier, having a staring contest with them. Both of them had a bored look resting on their features as the cashier rested their head on their hand, propping up their elbow on the counter. The cashier smirked at Y/n, trying to read the boy. Y/n only stared blankly back.

“You not finding what you want?”

Y/n lightly shook his head, his eyes still blank and numb. The cashier chuckled softly as they turned to look through the shelf behind the counter. Y/n watched the cashier as he eyed all the books and figures on the feature wall. Y/n stood patiently, waiting for the cashier to find what they were looking for. The cashier then pulled out a manga and slid it to Y/n from across the counter.

“Try this. I think you’ll like it. There’s a small sitting area behind the shelves if you want to read it.”

Y/n nodded and gently took the manga, not giving the cover a glance. Only after sitting down did Y/n register what the manga was called. He studied the character that was presented on the volume, as the number 1 was big and red. He read the title quietly to himself.

‟Tokyo Revengers…”

After gently opening the cover page, Y/n started to get sucked into the story. The concept of being isekaied to time travel was very new, and he only ever saw it once. This story was vastly different with the plot, but he noticed similarities with the anime he kept thinking of. Y/n sat there for who knows how long, trying to finish this one volume. The cashier was right, Y/n loved it. 

Y/n stood up after he finished the book and brought it back to the checkout counter. Before the cashier could ask if Y/n liked it, Y/n walked back to the shelves. The cashier looked curiously as Y/n scavenged to shelves for every single Tokyo Revengers manga that was available. The cashier watched Y/n in awe as the boy walked back to the counter with a large stack of books. They just looked at the stack and then back to Y/n.

“Is that all?”

Y/n only quickly nodded in response as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. He was so excited to go home and read the whole series, or what he could find, anyway. The cashier smiled at Y/n, bagging the last book. They've never seen someone so excited to enjoy reading. Y/n paid the cashier with money he stole from his parents, and immediately ran out of the store. 

Y/n paused for a moment after running down the mall. He stopped in front of a fountain and walked closer to it. He stared at the reflection, but the reflection had many eyes staring back. He chuckled lightly as he brought his headphones to his ears. Y/n took a coin out of his pocket and dropped it into the fountain. Y/n stared back at the rippling reflections of all the eyes that were looking at him. 

“You guys are pretty late to the party. No matter, let's get home. I have some books to read!”

 He turned around, picked up the bags and started to walk out the mall. Some bags started to float out of his hands as one of his ghost friends helped him out. No one noticed the floating back because once the ghost touched it, it disappeared, not to Y/n though. Y/n was the only one who could see what the ghosts carry or touch, and it was hilarious to see sometimes. The other ghosts walked beside him as they all talked in their minds with Y/n. 

The main ghost that carried Y/n’s bags was what Y/n considered to be a mother. He loved her dearly, and she loved him. The only thing Y/n has from her past is that she was a mother, but her son disappeared a long, long time ago. So to help, Y/n let her mother him in ways his own mother didn’t. She was the main reason Y/n was still sane with all the isolation he has done throughout his life. 

The ghosts among him always called her Mother, and Y/n did too. It only felt appropriate, and it helped him a lot when he needed a mother to depend on. Y/n continued to walk down the streets, trying to get home, but his stomach wouldn’t leave him alone. He looked to Mother, and then back to the other ghosts. Their energy changed to a knowing one as they changed directions to get food.

Y/n skipped along, completely forgetting about his guilty feelings directed toward his brother, and focusing on satiating his hunger. Y/n swayed his head slightly as he focused on his music and looking for a place to eat.

The ghosts all admired Y/n, they thought of him as a god, but Y/n had to explain every time how he wasn’t one. It was quite funny seeing their energies become more confused the more he tried to explain. Y/n stopped walking as he stood in front of a restaurant. 

Y/n walked closer, scanning the menu that was displayed outside the restaurant. While scanning the prices, Y/n felt a tap on his shoulder. Y/n turned to meet Mother, her white eyes moving in a way of worry. Y/n gave her one of his rare soft smile as his e/c eyes held a calm gaze. Mother was trying to get Y/n’s attention to the sky, and Y/n looked up to see the sun was already setting.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get back before dark. Not like they’d punish me if I got home late anyway.”

Y/n shrugged his shoulders and walked into the restaurant, with only Mother following after him. Y/n had taken a seat for two, and no one questioned him talking to himself. Well, that’s what the outsiders saw, but he was in a very deep conversation with Mother. Mother was the one to stay with Y/n whenever he went out to eat or to be by himself that wasn’t in his home. Y/n had ordered two servings of f/f to share with Mother, even though she never really needed to eat. 

She loved indulging Y/n however. These things were seen as offerings from Y/n, and they were greatly appreciated. Y/n loved spoiling the ghosts that followed him around and helped. Giving them gifts was the best way to show his gratitude. It was also the only way he could show it. 

It first started with Y/n giving the ghosts different articles of clothing so he could keep track of who was who. That was before Y/n could read their energies and get a grasp on who he was speaking to without the guidance of a distinctive feature of the shadowy creatures. Y/n had also used the memories he was given in his sleep to discern the ghost he was talking to. The memory sharing became frequent when he went to bed. That was the main reason Y/n hated sleeping. 

He didn’t like seeing the pain and sadness of the various past lives of the shadows that followed him around. Those nights with those memory dreams ended up with Y/n having a panic attack. That's when Mother put a restraint on the memory sharing from all the other ghosts. They only ever did it when Y/n asked, and Y/n barely ever did. So the other ghosts resorted to pointing at pictures that related to their lives. 

Y/n shook his head, trying not to focus on the other ghosts. His attention got brought to the scent of the f/f he was served. A big smile graced his usually empty face. He pushed the 2nd serving to the seemingly empty seat. Mother took a fort and started to absorb the food's energy. She could feel the love of not only the chef, but from Y/n as well. Y/n looked to Mother, seeing here happy essence. 

“You like it? It’s my favorite, though you already know that. You know everything about me. You know me better than my own mom..”

Y/n trailed off, thinking of how a ghost knew more about him than his family. It made him sad that he would never have the relationship he dreamed of having. Mother brought a shadow limb to Y/n’s hand, comforting the boy. Y/n took a heavy sigh and quickly finished the food, wanting to get home. He hated the fact that he ever had to go home in the first place, but he needed to because it's where he felt safest. 

Y/n started his walk home after paying for the food. Mother had taken both bags from Y/n, insisting that he needed to rest. She was right, of course, but Y/n was a stubborn soul. He never liked having assistance with tasks like this. He only gave in because Mother was insistent about it.

“L̶e̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶L̶e̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶.̶.̶.̶”

Y/n chuckled and looked at Mother as the two of them walked down the calm streets. Y/n had his hands in his jack pockets, not caring about anything else. He smiled at Mother as she continued to carry the heavy bags full of manga. He loved Mother so much, and couldn’t express how much he did. He turned his head back to face what was in front of him as he walked the dark and dimly lit streets. 

“You know, you’re the only one who I’ll let help me. You’re the only one I deeply trust… Mother..”

Mother made a pained noise, feeling the sadness Y/n had now been washed over. Y/n’s eyes dulled, feeling the emptiness he had in his heart before his shopping trip. This always happened, no matter how good a day Y/n had, he would go back to his numb and apathetic heart. Y/n finally stood in front of the door of his house. He took the bags from Mother, and opened the door gently, trying not to make a sound.

Y/n wasn’t quiet enough to keep everyone asleep, well, that’s what he thought when he felt his younger brother watching him. Lucas was worried about Y/n as he was out. Y/n left in the early afternoon and only came back late into the night. Before Lucas could even walk up and confront his older brother, he noticed one of the many books Y/n was carrying fall out of the bag. Lucas let Y/n go to his room to isolate once more, as he gently walked to the book on the floor. He read the title to himself, as it seemed whatever higher being out there had answered his prayers, a way to finally bond with his brother. 

After Y/n had dropped that one volume accidentally, Lucas had become so fond of Tokyo Revengers. He had begged his parents to get an anime streaming service so he could watch it, and to also let Y/n watch it in hopes of watching it together. That hope was slowly crushed when Y/n found the account information and only isolated himself even further. Lucas tried plan B, begging for more volumes of Tokyo Revengers, and various other series, for his birthday and for other holidays and giving them to Y/n. Y/n would walk into his room and see a new volume on his desk with a note placed against it. 

Y/n always discarded the notes, thinking they were from the ghosts, and quickly read through the new volume he had his hands on. Lucas watched from the crack of the door, sadness weighing down on his chest. He was still very patient, knowing sooner or later Y/n would come up to him and talk about their similar interests. Lucas had kept up with the series, and tried to impress Y/n whenever he was around his older brother. Y/n never thought anything of it, only a boy younger than him ranting about his interests. 

Lucas tried so hard for two years trying to connect with Y/n over anime. There were times where Lucas had thought he made it through to his older brother, only to find out it was a brief moment of Y/n's good moods. Lucas had become so caught up in trying to get approval from his brother that it seeped into his other relationships with friends. 

Y/n's family issues didn't get any better either. His father had died a year ago, and it took so much from Y/n. He didn't feel connected to his father, but it was way more than his mom. Y/n cried the most he had ever had over a person that night, and it pained Lucas. His death was unknown to Y/n but his mom blamed him for it.

Y/n had to suffer a whole year of scowling looks from his mom, and Lucas had noticed the change. Lucas tried to find out why their mom was treating Y/n this way, but every time he asked, their mom just dismissed it. A year had passed since then and things had become more distant with Y/n and his family. The desires to be in his daydreams grew with every incontinence he faced. However now that he was 17, he could look forward to forging his own life.

Y/n almost being done with school and getting ready to move out and live on his own created so many good feelings within him. This time had been Y/n's happiest because of the hope of Y/n being alone and not having to worry about his parents. Mother was also very excited because she got to see somewhere new and Y/n was feeling better. The other ghosts had soaked up the excited energy, using this as a way to get their messages across better. The ghosts had started to move things around and write on papers left around the floor. 

It shocked Y/n that something as simple as his happiness caused such a reaction in the ghosts and shadows around him. To celebrate the good feelings, Y/n was gonna read in the park. All the ghosts, new and old, were ready to join him outside and see the bright sunny day. To Lucas, however, there was this dread that hovered over him.

He had this need to follow Y/n, knowing of his plans to read in the park, to keep him safe. Y/n and the shadows that surrounded him didn't notice Lucas' presence, Lucas following close behind. Once Y/n had reached the park, he took a seat on a soft patch of grass. Y/n had this content smile that amazed Lucas. Lucas had only ever seen Y/n look sad or numb. 

Y/n was rereading the first volume of Tokyo Revengers, kicking his feet as he got sucked into his daydreams. Lucas felt something painful settle in his heart. He felt so jealous that a book could make Y/n so happy, and all his attempts only ever made Y/n seem unhappy. Lucas had never felt this jealous, and he didn't understand why. He loved Tokyo Revengers too, so why was this hatred toward it?

Lucas didn't have much time to contemplate it as Y/n got up. Y/n didn't realize he had finished the book within an hour, and the day was still fresh. The warm sun beat down, letting Y/n bask in its warm glow. A soft smile graced Y/n’s lips as he turned his head to slightly gaze at the sun. Lucas was amazed at the scene in front of him, never had he seen his brother this content. 

Y/n started to walk slowly across the street, not really paying attention. Lucas wasn’t far too behind, the dreadful feeling still present in his mind. Lucas wasn’t sure, but something bad was going to happen. Y/n held the book he just finished, looking down as he admired the cover. His mind went to his daydreams, and slowed down the most in the middle of the road.

Y/n turned his head when he heard the sound of frantic honking. His eyes stayed dull as he saw a truck coming straight down the hill, seemingly not stopping. He turned fully to face the truck out of subconscious, and Lucas just froze, watching the truck go at inhuman speeds down the hill.  Lucas’ eyes watched Y/n, panic taking over his whole being. He didn’t know why Y/n turned to face the truck, but he wanted to push him out of the way. 

The truck was barreling toward Y/n, and Y/n just stood there. He didn’t think he should move, something kept him tethered there. The surrounding ghosts were worried, their human they loved so much was going to die. Y/n’s mind finally got sucked out of his daydreams and registered there was a truck coming for him. Instead of moving, he just smiled, finding this entire situation hilarious. 

“Seems truck-kun has finally come. It’s finally my turn!”

Y/n yelled out, but only himself could hear it. Lucas stared in disbelief, seeing Y/n’s attitude as he was about to get hit by a truck. For a brief moment, Lucas could hear the cries that were beyond the mortal plane. The truck came even closer to Y/n, now two feet away from him, and Y/n gripped the book tighter. In his mind, he hoped that the truck would hit him and that when he did, he would be transported to one of his many daydreams. 

Y/n's whole world force as he waited for the truck to him. He didn't see anything move around him. He didn't hear the ghosts' worries or the bystanders cries for help. People were panicking, trying their best to save the boy that stood in the middle of the road. Y/n turned in head slightly, seeing white all around him. There was a distant voice he heard, calling his name.

“Y/n!”

The truck had crashed, leaving the bystanders to look in horror. Many screamed, and some stood in disbelief. The Tokyo Revengers book fell from Y/n’s hand as it fell onto the road. The white pages turned red as a pool of blood surrounded it. Y/n’s body lay next to it, where his hand used to be seemed to be grabbing it. His last hope in life was that story, the daydreams that sprouted from the manga. 

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[newtthetranswriter]

heLLOOOOO can i ask for some baji scenario?? a fluffy one, where baji and reader have to babysit some relative's child and then the child starts to have fun with baji's hair? yk the braids, some cute clips etc... and then baji shows up to the gang's meeting with the new hairstyle....

rest is up to you!!!! it doesn't have to be romantic tho, i see it as a more platonic/friendly scenario?

YOU GOT THIS MY FRIEND AND REMEMBER TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!! love u 💞💞

Word count:982

Warning:none I think other than people may be a little ooc as I haven't written much for Tokyo revengers but I do want to do more.

Pairing: Keisuke Baji x reader (platonic)

A/n: Hello Ness, thanks for requesting, I enjoyed writing this even if it seems a little clunky. I gotta say writing on my phone on a long ass road trip is a little difficult but I hope you like it. Also in this everyone is alive and well. The kids in the story are modeled after my own niece and nephew, who I will hopefully see on this trip. Let me know if you like it or want more. My requests are still open. Anyway, remember to hydrate or diedrate, and have a good day.

It was supposed to be a relaxing weekend hanging out with my best friend Baji, but unfortunately my older sister decided she wanted an afternoon without her kids. Being the only one without 'important' plans, I was volunteered to take care of them for the afternoon. Being busy with a nine year old and a six year old I forgot to cancel my plans with Baji.

While trying to get my nephew to sit and watch a movie with his sister, I heard a knock at the door. I quickly ran to the door hoping it was nothing, only to be greeted by a slightly upset Baji.

"Oh shit, Keisuke I'm so sorry. I was in the middle of getting ready to meet up with you when my parents told me I had to stay home to watch my sister's kids and they haven't stopped running around since. I completely forgot to text you." I ramble out my explanation.

As he was about to speak my nephew ran up behind me grabbing my arm. "Y/n, Amara took the remote and won't put it back. She's trying to buy movies." The nine year old tattled on his younger sister.

"Sorry I have to deal with this, you can come in if you want." I said moving back to the living room and grabbing the remote from my niece's hand. "I will put on a movie and that's what we are gonna watch." I said turning on Frozen, knowing it'll keep the kids attention for at least a little while.

I then remembered Baji was here and turned back to him. "So, we can reschedule or you can chill here with this circus, it's up to you?" I asked.

He paused for a moment before responding. "I can help you watch them, it can't be much different than keeping Chifuyu and Kazutora out of trouble." Baji then sat on the couch next to my niece and started talking with her about the movie.

After finishing both Frozen movies, I got the kids a snack before they decided they wanted to play with some of the toys they keep here. My niece immediately grabbed a brush and butterfly hair clips from her little makeup kit.

She ran up to Baji with the cutest smile before asking her questions."Mister, could I do your hair? It's so pretty, like a princess." She was so sweet but knowing Keisuke isn't a fan of people messing with his hair I was about to tell her to find something else to do, when he spoke first.

"Sure why not. Just don't pull any out, get it." He said picking her up and placing her where she could get to his hair.

After about twenty minutes of My niece doing Baji's hair, she proudly announced she was done. Baji accepted the little hand mirror he was offering inspecting what had become of his hair. "I love it thank you, Amara, it looks wonderful. Don't you agree Y/n?" He asked, turning for me to see.

I held back a laugh as I took in what my niece had done to his hair. The longest part of his hair was in what looked like the best attempt at an Elsa braid my niece's little hands could manage, while there were also different colored butterfly hair clips throughout the braid and his bangs. "It really suits you Kei." I complimented.

At that moment my nephew then grabbed Baji's arm and pulled him to help him play a video game, saying something about it being 'his turn with Baji'. I smiled glad my friend was here to help me with these two.

Eventually the kids decided they wanted to sit at the table and color. Keisuke and I both seemed to space the fact that his hair was still in the messy style my niece had done. We also lost track of time because it was starting to get dark out and a sharp ringing blared through the dining room.

Realizing it was his phone, Keisuke excused himself saying he'd be right back. Only a moment later he walked in and explained he forgot there was a Toman meeting tonight and that the phone call was Chifuyu trying to figure out where he was. After saying goodbye to my niece and nephew he said a final good night and hopped on his bike to the meeting.

P.o.v change to the Toman meeting

As Baji arrived at the shrine he realized his hair was still in the messy braid and full of butterfly clips. He sighed as he decided the best way to prevent him tearing out his hair was to wait till he could take it down when he got home. With one last sigh, he made his way to the meeting ready to deal with the inevitable jokes to come.

"Nice butterflies dude, finally decided to spice up the look for once" Came the slightly teasing voice of Chifuyu as he noticed Baji had arrived.

The brunette just rolled his eyes and shoved the blonde's shoulder. Walking to his place towards the front of the meeting, ignoring all the comments being thrown his way.

When the meeting was dismissed it seemed all of the division captains decided to make their own jokes.

"I like the braid but the butterflies are too much. Maybe try a bow next time dude." Came Kazutora's jest at his best friend.

"Hook me up with your stylist, they did a great job" was shouted by Smiley as he laughed walking away with his twin.

Mikey even made a few comments about the look. But Baji just brushed the comments off, he had a fun afternoon sure it was what he had originally had planned but it was fun. The guys can make all the jokes they want.

[atarathegreat]

Old Money Love

Per anon request, hope it's good!

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Sanzu could see that someth meing was wrong. Or different. You were always checking your phone, leaving late at night, you even weren't accepting rides from Sanzu after school. "My little brother shouldn't be driving me around!" You'd laugh, hugging your brother and promising you'd be to the meeting on time. He was suspicious, he was supposed to be, it was his place in Toman to watch everyone and their behaviors. Sanzu didn't want to believe that you would turn on the gang, he wanted to trust you, but he had to find out why you were acting strange. So he followed you. For days he followed you and looked into everything. What was really damning and made him trap you in your room on a late Tuesday night was the hidden shoebox that you stuffed in the top of your closet. "The hell is all of this? Letters?" Sanzu spat, throwing the box at you and causing all the letters and gifts to explode like sadistic confetti. "Letters." You said simply, as though your heart wasn't slamming against your ribcage, "And a few small trinkets." He could see that, and it pissed him off that you were being so calm about this, it was borderline treason to him. You sighed, crouching to pick things up, "Baby brother, it's nothing bad. I don't share anything about Toman with them, and they doesn't tell me about their gang." Normally Sanzu would argue, he'd make you tell him everything, but a part of him wanted you to be happy. "Can you promise that?" Sanzu hissed. You looked up at him, smiling as you clasped a necklace around your neck, "I would never turn my back on Toman, or on you."

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It was entirely too late for you to be sneaking from the house, your parents would ground you if they found out, but you were positive that you had covered your tracks perfectly. Except the other two of your triplet triangle were awake and caught you running across the yard. "Should we follow?" Souya mumbled, watching you scale the fence in seconds. Nahoya, as always, was smiling and watching you run, "Nah, they'll be home later. C'mon, let's go sit in their room." While you were gone the brothers searched through your things, Nahoya trashing the space while Souya was trying to keep it tidy for you. "Bingo!" Nahoya picked up a folder from the bottom of your dresser drawer, "We got evidence!" Souya rolled his eyes, "A folder doesn't mean-" He couldn't finish the sentence as Nahoya dumped the folder out, revealing photos and letters. Souya dug through the pile, it couldn't be true. You never mentioned a partner, never even acted like you had an interest in anyone. You never hid anything from him, and this hurt. When you finally came back through your window and assessed your brothers faces and the pile Nahoya was surrounded by, you freaked. "Hey, hey!" Nahoya waved a few photos at you, "You have a lot to explain."

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Makato was never happier to have Yamagishi as a friend than he was when he needed to know what you were doing. There was no one better at drudging up information, like a damn crypt keeper. "Here, your badass is a softy." Yamagishi rolled his eyes as he showed Makato his phone. It was pictures of you sitting with a well known gang leader in the area, eating ice cream, holding hands, smiling, laughing. "Delete all of that, don't let Takemichi know, yeah?" Makato stared at Yamagishi, "If anyone in Toman finds out..." He swore Yamagishi to secrecy, and never let anyone knew, you never even knew that he'd found out.

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[youatemylollipop]

Alright ! Then once they're open if it suits you to write about a Terano South (TR) and gn reader fruendship, reader is more into being the best encyclpedic scientist (google it i guess +prefers biology) unlike South who wants to be the srtongist. Like the knowledge and strenght dou

A/N: I apologize if this wasn’t entirely what you were hoping for. It’s just that I hade quite a hard time figuring if you were asking for head-canons or a one-shot. 😅 If I had misunderstood, feel free to send me another ask!

Synopsis: While trying to avoid a gang dispute, [Last name] [Name] finds themselves in the company of the notorious gang leader, Terano South. Despite his reputation, South surprises [Name] with his gentleness and vulnerability.

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Characters: Terano South X Reader

⚠️ WARNING: Gang violence and knife injury.

Word Count: 1.1K

As the gang dispute raged on, [Last name] [Name] tried to stay out of sight. They had stumbled upon the scene accidentally while on their way home from the library, and now they regretted not taking a different route. The air was thick with tension and the sound of broken glass and fists hitting flesh. [Name] knew they needed to get out of there fast.

But before they could even take a step, a figure appeared in front of them. It was a rather intimidating man that seemed to be somewhere in his early twenties. He was much taller and muscular than [Name], and his piercing yellow eyes seemed to glow with a dangerous energy.

"What are you doing here, little one?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

"I... I didn't mean to intrude. I was just passing by," [Name] stuttered, trying to keep their composure.

South's wide grin turned into a scowl. "You shouldn't be here. It's dangerous."

"I know, I'm trying to leave. Please let me go," [Name] pleaded, taking a step back.

But South didn't move. Instead, he took a closer look at [Name]. Something about them caught his interest, maybe the way they stood their ground despite their fear or the determined look in their eyes.

"You're different from the others," he said, his voice softer this time. "What's your name?"

"[Last name] [Name]," [Name] replied, still wary of the gang member's intentions.

South nodded. "I'm Terano South. You can call me South."

They stood in silence for a few seconds, the chaos of the fight fading into the background. South seemed to be lost in thought, his expression unreadable.

Then, he made a sudden move. [Name] flinched, thinking he was about to attack them. But instead, he grabbed their wrist and pulled them along.

"Come on, I'll take you somewhere safe," he said, his grip surprisingly gentle.

[Name] didn't know what to make of the situation, but they had a feeling they didn't have much of a choice. They followed South through the back alleys and abandoned buildings, their heart pounding in their chest. They had heard stories about South, about how he would kill without mercy and how he was feared by everyone in the Rokuhara Tandai gang.

But as they walked, [Name] noticed something different about South. He seemed almost... lost. Like he didn't quite fit in with the other delinquents, like he was searching for something that he couldn't find.

"Stay here," he said, closing the door behind them. "I'll come back later." And with that, he was gone.

[Name] spent the next few hours waiting anxiously, unsure of what to do. They explored the small apartment, finding a few old books and a picture of a young boy with blond hair and a tribal tattoo on his chest. It must have been South when he was a child, before he became the violent gang member he was today.

As the sun began to set, [Name] heard a knock on the door. They hesitated for a moment, but then opened it.

South was standing there, looking just as imposing as before. But this time, his expression was different. He seemed almost... vulnerable.

"Thank you for keeping me safe," [Name] said, trying to break the silence.

"Whatever, let's go." South grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door, signaling for [Last name] to follow him.

The two walked down the dark streets of Tokyo, their footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. South was quiet, lost in thought, while [Last name] struggled to keep up with his long strides.

As they walked, they heard the sound of loud voices and scuffling coming from a nearby alley. South quickly headed towards the commotion, with [Last name] following close behind.

When they arrived at the scene, they saw a group of men wearing black jackets, clearly members of a rival gang. South recognized them as the Mokuren gang, a group that he had a personal grudge against.

Without hesitation, South charged towards the group, throwing punches and kicks with incredible speed and strength. [Last name] watched in awe as South effortlessly took down each of the opponents one by one.

However, one of the members pulled out a knife and lunged towards South. [Last name] shouted a warning, but it was too late. South had already been stabbed in the chest.

Ignoring the pain, South managed to disarm the attacker and turn the knife on him, plunging it into his stomach. The rest of the Mokuren gang quickly retreated, leaving South and [Last name] alone in the alley.

South stumbled backwards, clutching his chest. [Last name] rushed to his side, trying to stem the bleeding.

"You alright?" [Last name] asked, their voice full of concern.

South chuckled weakly. "I've been through worse," he said, a small smile on his face.

Despite the pain, South couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration towards [Last name]. They had stood by his side without hesitation, even in the face of danger.

"You're not so bad, kid," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You got guts."

[Last name] smiled at the compliment, but their expression quickly turned serious as they realized the severity of South's injuries.

"We need to get you to a hospital," they said urgently.

South shook his head. "No hospitals. Just take me to my place."

[Last name] hesitated, unsure if it was safe to bring South to his home. But they knew that they couldn't leave him bleeding in the alley.

They helped South to his feet and supported him as they walked back to his apartment. Once there, [Last name] tended to his wounds as best as they could, cleaning and bandaging the stab wound.

For the first time in a long while, South felt a sense of gratitude towards someone else. He had always been used to relying on his own strength, but [Last name] had shown him that sometimes, it was okay to accept help from others.

As [Last name] prepared to leave, South spoke up. "Hey, [Last name]," he said, his voice soft. "Thanks for tonight. You saved my life."

[Last name] smiled. "No problem, South. Just don't go getting yourself stabbed again, okay?"

South chuckled. "I'll try not to," he said, watching as [Last name] made their way out of his apartment.

As he lay in bed, South couldn't help but think about [Last name]. They had shown him a kindness that he had never experienced before, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to them.

Maybe, just maybe, there was more to life than just strength and power. And maybe, just maybe, [Last name] could help him find it.

[hypersomnia-insomniac]

"How can you hope to defeat someone who is fighting to escape the claws of death, if you yourself don’t place yourself upon the precipice?"

Characters: suggested x Mikey; ft. Draken and Mitsuya

Reader: GN

can fight and also has a dark impulse

this is honestly a bit more like an oc type POV tbh

I was feeling evil

CW: cursing, mention of guns and blood, reader psychologically bullies someone

Synopsis/Preface: At a gang fight, someone shoots Mikey in the leg. Reader strikes fear into everyone as they crush the enemy.

Toman has been dealing with the enemy guild for a while.

Think Tenjiku event, but hit and run for months.

Enemy is someone who Mikey had crushed because they did something unforgiveable and Reader made sure everyone knew what they did.

Doesn't take place in a particular timeline, but probably during highschool.

The gunshot rang loudly through the air. Mikey crumpled to the floor gripping his leg, blood dripping down his thigh. The man holding the gun laughed maniacally, “How does that feel, “Invincible Mikey?” I’ll make you feel all the pain you’ve put me through.” He aimed the gun once more, preparing to shoot once again. 

You ran out in front of him as the bullet left the chamber. Pain shot through your shoulder as warm blood poured out of the wound.

Pushing the pain and fear of being shot into the back of your mind, you stand up slowly. You stare at the blood staining your hand as you hear your name being called out. “Fuck! The fuck is wrong with you?! Get out of the way!” the man yelled, motioning for you to move with his gun. The sound of your footsteps echo as you calmly walk towards the man. “Screw it! I’m already going to jail anyways! If you’re so suicidal, go ahead and die asshole!” He fires again, clipping the side of your arm. You stumble a bit, wincing in pain, but you don't let him see it. Continuing your approach, he warns you again, but he hesitates. All he does is grip the handle of the gun. He shakes more and more as you get closer and closer. 

“Go ahead,” you say as you press your forehead against the barrel of the gun. “Shoot me. Kill me.” The man stumbles backwards slightly, but you keep pressing. You grip your chest, a manic smile forming on your lips. “Come on,” you say, raising your voice. “Mikey isn’t the only one who ruined your life! I’ve done just as much damage as him. Mikey is right behind me, completely unable to fight back, and yet I stand in your way.” You grip his wrist, forcibly steadying the barrel of the gun to point at your head. “So come on!” you yell. “You're so close! Just kill me! Finish the job!” He takes another step back, but you keep pressing him. Heat builds in your chest as you allow your own impulses take over, hoping to tip him over the edge. “Show me your resolve! Show me how far you’re willing to go! Show me the extent of your hatred! Pull the trigger! Don’t you wanna watch my brains spill out on the concrete?! Watch my eyes roll into the back of my head as my life slips from my veins?! COME ON! DO IT!”

His legs go out from under him, leaving you standing as you hold the gun from its barrel. “You… You’re crazy,” he mutters, “No. You’re fucking insane!!” He cries out, tears spilling out from the corners of his eyes. 

Your eyebrows twinge a bit before you burst out laughing. Holding the gun properly in your bloodied hand, you look at him wildly. “Yeah, I sure am. You should’ve figured it out when I started walking towards you. Now then,” you say, crouching down to his eye level. “I already won. So, what are we to do with you?” The gun hangs loosely in your hand as you tap the barrel against your head absentmindedly. “Ah! I got it!” you exclaim. Squeezing the handle of the gun firmly in your hand, you place the crosshair dead in the center of his forehead. “Why don’t I just kill you right here?” 

Your frenzied expression causes the man to cry out, “P-Please! Please don’t! I’ll- I’ll do anything. Anything, just please spare me!” Your own friends also call out for you to calm down, but you ignore the pleas.

“Hmmmmm, I don’t know,” you say in a sing-songy voice, scrunching your face. “I mean… You came after me with the intent to kill me. That’s not exactly a nice thing to do. And, not to mention,” your smile drops into an ominous frown, “I’m not one to leave murderous loose ends like you running around, either.”

Tears pour out of his eyes as he clasps his hands together. “I’m sorry, I’m- I'm so so so sorry,” he sobs. His wails ring out throughout the crisp air, but you don’t move. All you do is bask in his delicious terror. 

A soft smile spreads across your lips. The soreness echoing throughout your body reminds you of your limited consciousness. Time to wrap this up. “I believe in placing one's own life on the line when attacking others with the intent to kill. How can you hope to defeat someone who is fighting to escape the claws of death, if you yourself don’t place yourself upon the precipice?” A confused haze settles on his eyes. “However, I also believe in second chances.”

“Se-Second chances? Yo-You’re letting me go?” he mutters.

“That’s right!” you say with a joyful inflection, lowering the gun. “Well, not quite. I’m letting you live. There is a difference. I’m not going to forgive your actions. This- this is,” you let out a drained laugh, “This is the most exhausted I’ve been in a long while. I’ve been trying to corner you for months, and in the end, you were still one agonizing step ahead of me. This whole mess is a result of me not being able to catch you. I ruse to make another mistake, so let me make this painfully clear for you,” you hissed, “If you ever join another gang, if you ever come after Toman again, if I get the faintest whiff that you’re snooping around again, the next bullet that exits this gun will be burrowed in your skull. Got that, bubs?" He nods his head fervently, sweat and tears dripping from his face. Now, take your friends and get the fuck out of my sight!” 

Your enemies scuttle away, clenching their wounds and carrying their comrades. You yourself return to your friends. Draken is crouched by Mikey’s side, putting pressure on the wound, just like you taught him how. Mikey looks up at you, his own darkness swirling in response to yours. “Y/n… Good job,” he says, smiling softly at you.

“Thanks,” you say, smiling sweetly back. Draken furrows his eyebrows at both you and Mikey, glancing between the both of you. The look isn’t out of concern for your injuries, but rather uneasiness about what kind of catastrophes could spawn if both of your darknesses intertwined. “Don’t worry, Draken. I wasn’t actually gonna kill him,” you say, pointing the barrel at your head. “I just wanted to scare him into never trying something again.”

“Oi, Y/n. Stop it,” Mitsuya says as he approaches you, “Stop messing around with that thing. It's dangerous-” CLICK. You pull the trigger. Mitsuya grabs you as you collapse to the ground. “Y/n! Y/n! What the fuck!”

“Gotcha∼,” you laugh. “Safety's on.” You yelp in pain as Mitsuya drops you to the ground.

“Fucking hell, Y/n!” everyone yells. A chorus of “The fuck is wrong with you?!” sounds. 

Laying completely spread out on the cool concrete, you continue laughing, “Oh come on. You really think I’d completely bet on scaring him into giving up? I’m crazy, not stupid. I flicked the safety on when I grabbed his hand during my epic monologue.”

Mitsuya sighs. “What- Wait a damn minute. You walked up to and pressed a loaded gun against your head for what, like 30 seconds??? Y/n I've always known you were a little fucked in the head, but holy hell. You- you’re fucking insane,” he says, exasperated.

“Uhhhh, yea? Didn’t you just hear me? You should get your hearing checked. I already said I was insane," you smugly reply. Cracked smiles formed on your friends’ faces as they laugh in disbelief, the tension of the day finally hitting their nerves. “In all seriousness though,” you start, “Mikey and I are on the verge of bleeding out. I'm probably gonna pass out from blood loss soon and my head hasn’t stopped ringing since I got hit with a metal bar earlier. So, uhhhhhh… That ambulance coming anytime soon?” 

“Start with that next time, Y/n!” your friends yell. Mitsuya scoops you into his arms as he begins sprinting towards the street. “Swear to god, Y/n! I'm going to kill you someday!”

Giggling, you reply, "I look forward to it Taka-chan!"

Draken helps Mikey up, supporting the injured blond as much as he can. “Ken-chin, hold up,” Mikey says. He limps towards the gun Y/n dropped and picks it up, their blood still dripping off it. “Ken-chin…”

“No fucking way, Mikey. We should turn that thing in to the police,” Draken says, seeing the look in Mikey’s eyes.

Mikey turns the gun in his hand. It’s heavy, but it seems to fit perfectly in his hand. Almost as if he was made to hold it. Mikey limps back over to Draken. “Don’t worry, Ken-chin! I’m just picking it up so no one can come back for it. I’ll hand it over when we get into the ambulance,” he says as he puts the gun in his pocket. “I’m sure Y/n wouldn’t want me to leave it here.”