#tokyo manji

[izunx]

7:59PM

Ran accompanied you on the way home from a wretched day of work. your endless yapping plagued his ear.

“baby, please”

you cocked your head up towards your husband and your face instantly morphed into one of disgust.

“please what?”

“shhhhh” he brought his slender finger up to your lips.

you were too baffled to even speak, that was until you did.

“nope, I don’t think you’re talking to me, try again”

ran returned that same face of disgust and pinched your lips shut together.

“I am talking to you, mrs”

you imitated the sound of incorrect buzzing. this got him to laugh.

“you’re so childish-”

“no way the manchild is calling me childish.”

continuing to walk, he grabbed your purse and held it for you. he flashed you a boyish grin, the same one you’ve known since forever.

“a manchild wouldn’t do this,”

and that silenced you. you resorted to admiring his sharp features reflecting the intimate pink of the setting, autumn sky.

rummaging through your purse, he whipped out your plumping gloss.

“want me to help you put it on?” you smiled with wicked intent casted all over your face.

“what is it?”

“it’s lip balm, you need some anyways”

he struck a look of annoyance at you and retaliated by flicking your forehead.

“whatever, I don’t need your stinky help.”

as grown as your husband likes acting, he was a child at heart — he expressed it endlessly when he was with you, which was one of the multitude of reasons he wifed you.

using the wand to apply the plumping gloss, he slapped his lips together in satisfaction, throwing it back in your purse.

and he was satisfied. satisfied before his face instantly was mutilated into one of horror.

“why’s it burning, y/n”

you let out an ugly cackle in the middle of the relatively quiet road. you smacked his back and tears had been brought to your eyes.

“you’re laughing and my lips are being burned off right in front of your eyes?”

he attempted to lick it off, but it just started tingling his tongue instead.

“I swear I’m never touching your stuff again”

he started violently rubbing the sticky substance off his mouth and spat at you.

“RAN. that’s disgusting”

“yeah this burning on my lips is also disgusting.”

despite his state, he enjoyed seeing you laughing because of him. even when you’ve had such a bad day at work. he’d burn down the world if it meant you could laugh like that. but he’d never let you know that.

“want me to kiss it better?” you mocked him.

“yeah, I do actually”

and that caught you off guard.

“gosh, I always have to baby you”

reguardless, you put your hands on his chest and gently placed your lips on his.

whilst it was a quick kiss, your lips immediately healed his.

“damn maybe I’ll put some more on”

“you’ll get my kisses either way” you giggled at his determination.

to that, he smiled brightly - and only for you. grabbing your waist to steal more from you.

stop this was so fun to write — also just a little quick brain dump im writing like 3 different stories rn tho..

[faithful91]

He’s trendy when it comes to his hair!

[queenkurokawa]

tokyo revengers x collab in smile base 💗💗💗

_

[bungeegum28]

𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞 Tokyo Revengers • 東京卍リベンジャーズ (2021) 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 Ken Wakui 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 Liden Films 𝐝𝐢𝐫. Koichi Hatsumi

𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦: e08 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

[swagnimart]

Just felt like drawing this pretty boy with the sunset (～￣▽￣)～

[inuiz]

[zanashair]

TOKYO REVENGERS SPOILER

I don't know about y'all, but for me, THIS scene, inui and shinichiros words

it feels like it was foreshadowing the fact that shinichiro is a time leaper, i think I'm just thinking too much of it, but from MY perspective, it feels like as if shinichiro has mostly forgot every single thing he had done back when he was the BD leader because of the time leaping stuff, too focused on saving mikey by the hands of faith or death itself he just completely threw anything else that doesn't help out with Mikey's life out of the window

I'm 90% just overthinking it, and i just wanted to point it out even though it most probably is actually not as deep as i make it sound like LMAO

[yutamayo]

🙂

[b0nten]

SI VIS AMARI, AMA

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ a simple night terror can shed light on one’s deepest fears. manjiro is no exception.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ mental breakdown, mentions of death, dead!reader, mentally unstable mikey. description of how reader died, description of death scar. i might have gotten a bit rusty so sorry for that. also not proofread. thank you @ask-the-insect-hashira for requesting, i hope it is to your liking <3

mikey’s days in manila are all the same. eat, sleep, stand around, repeat. every day is dull, filled with nothing but regret and the wait for takemichi to finally come; and today is no different. the sun shines brightly throughout the city, and the heat and his dreams are unbearable, as always. not even his spot in the deepest nook of the abandoned building brings comfort upon the ex-gang leader anymore.

his life is filled with misery, every day still waiting for death to knock on one of the concrete walls and take him to wherever — hell, the afterlife, his second life that’d probably end up a complete misery again — take him anywhere but leave him there, drowning in the darkness.

drowning in the burden he had brought upon himself. selfish to think in such way, he repeats to himself constantly,until his mind is full of more hatred and his heart is on the brink of failure thanks to the anguish, but even the great manjiro sano is allowed to suffer from time to time.

on days so slow he can count the people he’s hurt on his fingers for hours unending, there is one singular thing that makes him want to crawl out of his skin: you. the one the counting always seems to end with. it has always been this way. you were the last counted back in the day, during meetings, the last he had killed and the last he always thought about, even now, in the middle of the hot sun, leaned against a wall, asphyxiated in the ardor of regret.

his head starts spinning and maybe it’s because of the heat or because of how much he’s thought about you these past few days, but it’s excruciating. he loved you, he still does, he loves you from wherever you are but not so hard he could have let you go. he didn’t love you enough to not decapitate you or steal your necklace when he ran out of your apartment, he didn’t love you enough to let you start anew in the same life as him.

he spins the silver around in his hand. “i did love you, y/n.” he whispers, “i still do. i just did what i had to do. you know, d-duty comes first.”

on the last part, he chokes. he feels strange. he feels an emotion he hasn’t felt since that day.

“you wouldn’t be able to forgive me,” he starts again, “i took everything from you. you loved life, and you would have found a way to love it again, even after attending so many funerals, after so much pain, b-but..” the stutter comes and goes, just like his lucidity, “not without me, goddamn it!”

his head collapses in his palms and black strands tangle in his fingers, “but even with you dead, you’re all i think about!” his hiccups get messier and messier and his voice cracks with the deterioration of his conscience, “i see your eyes every. single. day. they haunt me, and i can’t get them to stop staring at me. i see them so much it makes me sick, i see them—”

“you do?”

a voice as gentle as the summer breeze has his heart melting with fear as a hand that he knows by heart lifts his chin up to look at her face.

he freezes, with every single fiber of his body coming undone in some sort of raw disbelief. she’s there, she’s in front of him. you’re there. you’re in front of him.

your hair shines bright and your eyes are the same perfect, glassy beads that he sees in his torment. you’re paler, but you’re beautiful. you’re as young as you were two summers ago, when you met and manjiro sano is declared to have officially lost his mind when he reaches for your cheek. he caresses it, he feels it, he cherishes it like on that last day. it’s cold, it’s almost ashy, it’s almost an illusion. but it’s there and it brings him the illusion of comfort he didn’t think he was worthy of anymore.

and in fear of losing all that he had left of you until now, he clutches the necklace even harder and pours his heart out in front of the angel that he had made with his own two hands. he spills over his darkest nightmares and sweetest dreams like you’re gonna make them disappear or materialize them right then and there, he swears on his life, on jesus christ, on every kami he can think of, he confesses his love like when you got hurt in a fight the first time, he lets himself shout for the first time in a while.

he’s irrational, pupils dilated and fixed on the otherworldly being that crouches in front of him silently, with the same soft smile that made his heart pound like crazy. he lets the same blown pupils travel across your body, how he’s missed seeing you whole, and when he gets from your feet to your neck, his entire being feels like it has erased itself out of existence.

a clean, reddish-blue scar parts your neck in half, and, without a doubt, he knows what it is. his fingers trace across it as he musters up the courage to say something.

“i-i did that?” he wants to punch himself for asking, because he knows the answer, and he repeats it in his head.

“yes, yes you did.” your eyelashes flutter softly when you respond and your muted lips twitch into a creepily comforting smile.

“i-i’m sorry, y/n. i really am. you know that, right? please tell me you know. please, don’t worry about me not being sorry for what i’ve done. i am. i am, every day of this miserable life that i’ve been living without you by my side, y/n.” he crashes into your chest and you greet him with open arms.

it’s almost like a ritual: he weeps, he swears, he promises, and you sit there tight, with the same smile on your face as your soft palms press him into your embrace.

“you wanted love, mikey.” you finally say, first thing that’s finally not an answer to anything. “i wanted to live, but you also wanted love.” his cries are harder and the tears stain trough your shirt into your jaded heart, “it doesn’t mean it’s okay, it’s not. but in order to be loved, you had to love. and you loved me in life and through death, and after.” you cup his face and look him in the eyes.

“i don’t hate you. i hate the way you had to love me in the end.”

although somewhat harsh, your words mirror the truth of mikey’s degeneration.

“i would’ve wanted you to not be selfish, and me to not be selfless, because my heart would have always longed for yours anyway.” you say again, and he looks up, “but i forgive you, because i still love you like the kids we still are.”

he can’t be sadder and happier at the same time. he cups your face, tears raining down his face.

“we’ll meet again, won’t we?” he asks, with the hope of a hopeless kid he’s had running through his blood since forever.

another reassuring smile and a sweet forehead kiss for your one and only calm him down.

“of course we will.”

and before he can say anything else you disappear in front of him and so does the last bit of sanity he had left.

his mind goes blank and his vision fuzzy and he feels like he can’t breathe anymore. his chest tightens and he feels every second passing by and him losing his mind. the world starts spinning with him and he feels a knot build up in his stomach

then, he wakes up. he is sweaty, and a bit dizzy. the bedsheets and his satin pillowcase are soaked. he looks around the room and finds what — who — he was looking for.

you’re there. you’re sleeping peacefully, tangled in the white linen. in a moment of confusion, he brushes your hair to the side. he sees your perfectly fine neck and his erratic heartbeat cools down.

now, he can sleep peacefully again.

[propertyoftoman]

im back

Wow its been a minute

Do people still thirst over Tokyo revengers or are we irrelevant now?

[izunx]

Can you do tenjiku rindou falling in love at first with a reader who's introverted?? Thank you!

Tenjiku Rindou x (introvert) Reader

Softie rindou gobsmacked when he sees you walking home late at night grocery shopping for your little siblings.

warnings: none

semi long !

Rindou has known you for some time. since he was 16. he first knew you from school. the rare time he went, your timid self ran into him. it was like you were mute.

he remembers his interest getting piqued. you didn’t even think to apologise and rather you sped away from him, head down in shame.

he walked by your class that same day.

you hand was writing away with incredible speed and you were dedicated to your work. Rindou for the first time in a while, stood there in admiration

you were beautiful, a breath of fresh air and a change of scenery from the constant sea of delinquents he was dealing with and wimpy school kids he’s known.

he used every opportunity to try talk to you in school but despite your meek replies, you were socially unavailable and kept to yourself.

ever since then, now that he was 18, he’s liked remembering you - thinking about you.

“hey,” ran poked rindou’s head, they were walking home quite late from a tenjiku meeting.

“hey rindouu” ran repeated rammed his finger into his head -

“what?!”

“whooo you thinking about?”

“no one.”

“come on, you don’t want to tell your older brother?”

“no, not really”

ran hit his brother’s back in disapproval.

“whatever you say rin rin, imma go fetch some snacks from the store, text me if you need anything” ran got his phone out and walked the opposite direction, “don’t get kidnapped” he snickered.

“i hope you do though…” rindou grumbled under his breath, he had had enough of his brother’s constant inner personality.

hands in his pocket, he made his way past the grocery store.

what he didn’t expect to see though, was you.

your hair had been tied up neatly and you were dressed comfortably but fashionably.

coming out the store with a multitude of grocery bags in your hand, you noticed him.

it was like your breath was caught in your throat. if you were being honest, you weren’t afraid of rindou but you knew about the reputation he had.

“hey,” rindou doesn’t know what inclined him to even motion a conversation with you, he didn’t know what made him come up to you either.

you were silent, you simply looked up at him hoping he would just disappear.

“y/n, right?”

you shook your head and kept your head hung low.

“you’re beautiful”

…..

he doesn’t know what even possessed him to say that, but he thought that he’s been holding that thought in ever since he was 16.

he noticed your ears turning red, the way your eyes quickly turned up to meet his.

and you smiled.

“rindou, I’ve heard a lot about you these days”

“yeah yeah, let’s not talk about that stupid reputation right now”

you placed your shopping bags down on the floor, rubbing the red lines lingering on your hands from holding them.

“need some help?”

you gave him a gentle smile and nodded your head.

he lifted up your bags and signalled you to start walking.

a few minutes of small conversation went by,

“how comes you’re so shy?”

“I just don’t like people, don’t you think they’re just… annoying?”

“annoying?”

rindou turned his head to look at you. your eyes were practically glowing under the dim streetlights. you noticed his stare and looked at him, the same gentle smile from earlier plastered on your face.

“well yeah, in school I did get picked on”

rindou furrowed his brows at this, who would think to pick on you?

“it didn’t affect me much but, I’ve just learnt to keep to myself.”

rindou didn’t like that.

but he kept silent. there was a feeling in him that wanted to be overprotective of you. considering rindou’s past, he’s only ever relied on ran and ran relies on him. but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if there was another person that relied on him.

you laughed at the grumpy face he had and his heart ached at that laugh.

“forgive and forget,” you were approaching your apartment complex.

“you shouldn’t be going home this late, you know?”

“well how else are the kids meant to eat” your cheeks were reddened, you were honestly flattered with the way he was this caring.

rindou didn’t know himself why he was doing this, well that’s what he wanted to think - he had a crush on you.

“I’ll help you every time you need to go grocery shopping”

you were pleasantly surprised by this

“give me your number” rindou took his phone out waiting for you to type your number in, “and you have to let me know when I needa come and help you”

and again, you laughed. that was probably going to be his favourite thing for the next few weeks.

“of course, rindou” you typed your number in and retrieved the bags from off the floor, turning back once more to wave at him.

“goodnight, y/n”

god was rindou gassed.

this was a weekly occourance now.

rindou only grew to like you more each time and his mood was visibly better. everyone seemed to notice this.

whilst some of the tenjiku members were gathered, rindou was staring down at his phone looking at the pictures you took of you two -

he was taken completely off guard by the picture and you were smiling brightly.

ran smiled smugly at sanzu and kakucho, he was wondering who his brother was infatuated with.

he snatched the phone from rindou and smacked his head away so he wouldn’t be able to retrieve his phone.

and he was absolutely perplexed. perplexed that his brother somehow managed to get chummy with a girl?

“who’s this sweet one?”

sanzu had a look at the image and snickered at the growing blush on rindou’s face.

“give it BACK RAN” rindou made a futile attempt at grabbing his phone back.

ran swiped off the image and looked at the contact name -

“y/n.. Y/N?!”

ran burst out laughing

“the girl you had a crush when you were fucking 16 rindou?!”

“I DIDN’T”

“you soo did! don’t think I forgot when you talked about her then!” ran was tearing up from laughing.

rindou grabbed his phone back, speeding away from his brother.

“don’t worry rin rin! I’ll tell her how stupidly in love you were with her at your wedding!”

rindou didn’t even bother to reply after getting your text asking him to walk you home again.

“rindouu” you smiled timidly at him, holding your school bag close to you.

“hey y/n”

you noticed his still red face and put your hand to his forehead.

“are you sick?”

as if he wasn’t already red enough, you got him even more red.

“no, it was my stupid brother poking fun at me.”

“that’s not very nice,” despite saying that you laughed, “what for?”

rindou had a silent debate within himself, he didn’t know whether to expose himself or just keep silent.

“you.”

“me?”

he sighed heavily, he might as well just tell you.

“yep. he knows about you.”

“what’s so wrong with that?”

“cos I was looking at our pictures” rindou turned his head away from you, puffing his cheeks out at how ridiculous the situation was.

you burst out laughing. your usually quiet and introverted self - in the middle of the street, crying with laughter.

“you’re so cute rindou” you placed your hand reassuringly on his cheek and smiled like the angel you were.

“well are you not a lovesick fool?” you beamed.

yeah. he could get used to this. maybe it was a good idea ran teased him

{part 2}

[faithful91]

“𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘴. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥.“ ~ 𝘉𝘢𝘫𝘪

[queenkurokawa]

the S62 generation formation.

tokyo revengers brilliant full color edition

_

[kidconsky]

I thought they would censor

[swagnimart]

[ 6/7 ] Kissing Series! Baji

[inuiz]