#tokyo rev matching

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Also I think we can safely say this is Hanma sleeping now!

[knchins]

Baby Fever :: Match Up Event!

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The cat's out of the bag! I'm pregnant!! After being told in 2020 that the likelihood of becoming pregnant naturally was very very slim, I had basically resigned to live the life of a weird aunt. You can imagine my surprise when my mystery illness turned out to be just pregnancy symptoms lol.

In honor of this fantastic news, I'm doing a special match-up event! Find out who your baby daddy (or mommy) will be and the gender of your first born!

Fandoms

Bleach

Blue Lock

Jujutsu Kaisen

Tokyo Revengers

Rules

All asks will remain private, I will @ you with your match-up.

You must be following me! New followers are welcome to join!

Must be over the age of 18 so please have an age in your bio/pinned

Submit basic info about yourself - be as detailed as you like! No one will see the ask but me :>

Pictures are perfect but if you're a lil camera shy then describing yourself or your style is totally okay!

Some examples of what you can include: zodiac sign, mbti, likes, dislikes, favorite foods/subjects, aesthetics, hell you can even submit a moodboard and that'd be sufficient.

Please let me know what gender you'd like to be paired with (male, female, or either)

If there is a character you absolutely do not want to be paired with, please let me know!

Followers may choose one fandom, mutuals may choose two!

To not see posts from this event, block the tag #baby.fever

[tokyomanjilove]

Far Away - Fin

Hanma x reader

Good news came quicker than you expected—Hanma would be okay. The relief that washed over you was immeasurable. You found yourself at the hospital every day, visiting him alongside Mikey and Draken. Their presence was a constant reminder that you were not alone in this fight.

Each day, you sat by Hanma’s bed, holding his hand and talking to him, even when he was too weak to respond. “You’re going to be just fine,” you whispered, more for your own reassurance than his. “We’ve got a lot to look forward to.”

Mikey and Draken often joined you, their visits filled with quiet conversations and occasional laughter. The bond between the three of you strengthened, solidifying the trust and camaraderie needed to face whatever came next.

Finally, the day came when Hanma was released from the hospital. He was much better and could do things on his own, but you still fussed over him, making sure he didn’t overexert himself. “You’re not invincible, you know,” you teased, helping him with small tasks.

Hanma smirked, his usual swagger returning. “I know, but I’ve got you to keep me in check,” he replied, pulling you into a gentle hug.

Knowing he couldn’t return to Valhalla, Mikey made an offer that took everyone by surprise. “Hanma, we could use someone like you in Tokyo Manji. You’ve proven where your loyalties lie.”

Hanma looked between you and Mikey, a mix of emotions crossing his face. Finally, he nodded. “I’ll do it. For her, and for the rest of you.”

Taking Mikey’s offer, it felt like things were finally looking up. The tension of the past weeks started to dissipate, replaced by a sense of hope and determination. With Hanma by your side, you felt ready to face whatever challenges came your way.

The first few days with Tokyo Manji were filled with adjustments. Hanma found himself forging new alliances and building trust with the gang members. You watched as he navigated this new world, his resilience and determination shining through.

One evening, as you all gathered at the hideout, Mikey stood up, addressing the group. “We’ve been through a lot, but with Hanma here, we’re stronger. Let’s keep moving forward and watch each other’s backs.”

Hanma’s eyes met yours, a silent promise passing between you. This was just the beginning of a new chapter, and together, you would face whatever came next.

For once, it felt normal to be with Hanma. The days were filled with kisses, lovemaking, smiles, and laughter. It was a blissful routine that you could easily get used to. Being with Hanma felt like being part of an old married couple, where every moment was cherished and filled with genuine affection.

But this perfect day was too good to be true. Alone at Hanma’s secret place, you began to feel strange. The spot, usually a sanctuary of peace and love, now seemed foreign and unsettling. As you stood there overlooking the city, an inexplicable sensation washed over you.

Hanma arrived soon after, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with concern as he noticed something was off. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, coming closer. "You don’t look yourself."

You tried to explain the feeling, but the words wouldn’t come. It was a mix of déjà vu and dread, making your heart race. Hanma cupped your face, his eyes filled with worry. "Talk to me, what’s wrong?"

Before you could answer, the familiar sparkly sensation hit you—the same one you felt when you first arrived in Tokyo. Panic surged through you as you realized what was happening. "Hanma, something’s wrong," you managed to say, your voice trembling.

Hanma’s grip tightened, his eyes widening in fear. "No, this can’t be happening," he murmured, tears welling up. "Don’t leave me."

The world around you began to blur, the shimmering sensation growing stronger. You freaked out, trying to hold onto Hanma, but your body was fading. "Hanma!" you cried out, your voice filled with terror.

Tears streamed down Hanma’s face as he tried to keep you from disappearing. "Please, don’t go."

You felt his arms around you, but you were almost gone. The last thing you saw was his tear-streaked face, his eyes filled with an anguish that mirrored your own. And the last thing you heard was his voice, filled with love and sorrow, saying, "I love you."

You wake up with a start, the manga still clutched in your hands. The room around you is exactly as you left it, the same outfit on your body, and the same time of day. If that was a dream, it was far too real. The vivid memories of Hanma’s face in those last moments flood your mind, and tears begin to stream down your cheeks. Everything he sacrificed, the love you felt for him—it all feels so tangible, so heartbreakingly real.

You sit up, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions. The room feels suffocating, the weight of your feelings pressing down on you. You can still feel the warmth of Hanma’s embrace, the intensity of his kiss, and the sound of his voice saying, “I love you.”

“What do I do now?” you whisper to yourself, the question hanging in the air. The thought of returning to your normal life feels impossible. How can you go back to the mundane after experiencing something so profound?

You stand up, the manga slipping from your hands and falling to the floor. The tears continue to flow as you pace the room, your mind racing. Was it really just a dream? Or was it something more? The line between reality and fantasy blurs, leaving you feeling lost and disoriented.

Desperate for answers, you decide to revisit the places that felt so real in your dream. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll find a clue, a sign that it wasn’t all in your head. You grab your jacket and head out the door, determined to find some semblance of closure.

You board a train, the journey taking you away from your hometown and towards the bustling city where Hanma and his world existed. The familiar hum of the train and the passing landscapes feel surreal, and you can’t shake the feeling of déjà vu.

Arriving in the city, everything looks the same yet different. The hustle and bustle of Tokyo’s streets mirror the chaos in your mind. You wander through the city, your heart heavy with longing and hope. The places from your dream seem to call out to you, drawing you closer.

You find yourself at a park, the same one where you and Akun shared laughter on the swings. The sight of the swings swaying gently in the breeze brings a bittersweet smile to your face. Children play nearby, their laughter a stark contrast to your inner turmoil.

Continuing your journey, you eventually reach a secluded spot overlooking the city—the closest resemblance to Hanma’s secret place. You stand there, tears streaming down your face, clutching the memories that feel all too real. The view is different, but the emotions are the same, and you let yourself be consumed by them.

The thought of your old life seems unbearable now. How can you return to normalcy after everything you've experienced? But you know you must find a way to move forward. The love you shared with Hanma, whether real or imagined, has changed you forever.

Standing at the secluded spot, you let the memories wash over you, feeling the intense emotions of your time with Hanma. The city stretches out before you, the sun setting in a blaze of colors. As you try to process everything, a voice suddenly knocks you out of your trance.

“Hey there, you okay?”

You look up, eyes wide, and see a man who looks strikingly like Hanma, but with longer hair. Your heart skips a beat, and you’re filled with a mix of shock and cautious curiosity.

He notices your stunned expression and offers a friendly smile. “Sorry if I startled you. I just love this spot—it’s so peaceful. Helps me clear my head.”

You nod, unable to take your eyes off him. He really does look exactly like Hanma, but with a slight difference that makes him stand out. As he stands beside you, the familiarity is uncanny. He turns to look at you, his expression turning curious. “Have we met before? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You hesitate, your heart pounding. “What’s your name?” you manage to ask, your voice trembling.

“Hanma,” he replies, his smile widening. “Hanma Shuji. What’s yours?”

Tears well up in your eyes, and you struggle to hold them back. Seeing your reaction, Hanma’s smile fades into concern. “Hey, are you okay? Did I say something wrong?”

You shake your head, the emotions too overwhelming to contain. “No, it’s just... you remind me of someone,” you say, your voice breaking.

Hanma steps closer, his instincts telling him to console you even though he doesn’t understand why you’re crying. “Hey, it’s okay,” he says softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m here.”

You look up at him, your vision blurred by tears. “In another world, you were mine, and I was yours,” you whisper, the weight of your words hanging in the air.

Hanma’s expression shifts from confusion to something deeper, almost like recognition. He doesn’t fully understand, but something in your words resonates with him. “I don’t know how that’s possible, but... somehow, it feels right,” he admits, his voice filled with a strange sense of connection.

You manage a small smile through your tears. “I never thought I’d see that smug face again,” you say, a touch of humor in your voice. The familiar smart aleck side of Hanma brings a comforting sense of familiarity.

Hanma chuckles, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Well, I guess some things never change, huh?”

The sincerity in his eyes and the warmth of his touch make you fall in love all over again. Despite the impossibility of it all, you feel the same bond, the same love that you shared in that other world.

As the sun sets, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, Hanma reaches out and gently takes your hand. “Would you like to sit and watch the sunset with me?” he asks, his voice soft and inviting.

You nod, unable to speak, and the two of you sit down together on the grassy slope. The warmth of his hand in yours brings a sense of comfort and familiarity. The silence between you is filled with unspoken emotions, the connection undeniable.

After a while, Hanma turns to you, his eyes reflecting the colors of the sky. “You said we were together in another world,” he begins, his voice tender. “Tell me more about us.”

You smile through your tears, feeling a surge of love for this man who was both familiar and new. “We were inseparable,” you say, your voice filled with emotion. “We faced so much together, and our love only grew stronger.”

Hanma listens intently, his eyes never leaving yours. “I can’t explain it, but I feel like I’ve known you forever,” he says softly. “And hearing you talk about us... it feels like a part of me has found what it was missing.”

His words touch your heart deeply, and you lean in closer, resting your head on his shoulder. “I don’t know how we found each other again,” you whisper, “but I’m grateful.”

The emotions are too strong to hold back, and you can’t help but lean in and kiss him. The moment your lips touch, a flood of memories rush back to him. Though he is a different Hanma, he remembers everything—the love, the pain, the sacrifice.

He pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, and when you finally pull away, his eyes are filled with a newfound understanding. “I remember,” he whispers, his voice choked with emotion. “I remember everything.”

You stare at him, tears of joy streaming down your face. “Hanma...”

He smiles, his hand gently caressing your cheek. “We found each other again,” he says softly. “And this time, nothing will tear us apart.”

Hanma wraps his arm around you, holding you close as the last rays of sunlight fade. “No matter where we are, I’ll always find my way back to you,” he promises, his voice filled with conviction.

As the stars begin to twinkle in the night sky, you feel a sense of peace and hope for the future. Together, you and Hanma sit under the stars, the connection between you rekindled and stronger than ever. Whatever challenges lie ahead, you know that your love will guide you through, transcending time and worlds.

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[whim513]

i’m having the time of my life writing the cowboy fic but Figure Skater kazutora x Boxer Baji is also consuming my brain!!!! and mitsuya as kazutora’s designer for his skating outfits⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ it makes me ILL i lovethemsomuch😭😭😭

[tsukkismoonlight]

the sky is fading as the night draws near. The soft purple hues melt away into a deep and dark blue. Stars start to peek out from half formed clouds, and the moon watches down on you fondly, and you seem to hear a familiar name…

Hakkai Shiba

-Hakki is the kind of guy who is hard to read, everyone knows that

-He generally takes a while before he opens up to people, so for the most part, everyone just thinks that he is a quiet guy

-so in your case, Hakkai wasn’t exactly someone you thought you’d be super close with, as both of you tend to be a bit introverted

-but as you spent more time with Toman, you found yourself around him more

-you two shared a lot of quiet moments together, walking side by side, waiting to be dismissed from a meeting, or even just sitting next to each other at a cafe watching as the usual Toman trouble makers cause chaos

-eventually you two warmed up to each other enough to spend time together without everyone else, and boy was that something

-a lot of the times, you and Hakkai stay in, listening to music while one of you reads and the other scrolls through their phone

-your favorite moment was most likely when you introduced Hakkai to the FNAF game (this is my timeline now, fnaf exists in tokyo rev now thank you anyways)

-Hakkai is not very fond of jumpscares, but watching him focus, brows furrowed as his eyes dart back and forth over the screen, and watching him pull away from the screen as one of the animatronics pops out at him

-“you think this is funny?!” He would say as your laptop shows a dismal message of defeat, “how can anyone like this sort of thing?!”

-you'd only reply with a chuckle and tell him that its all about the story that lies behind the game.

-since that night the two of you are practically inseparable, where you go, Hakkai goes

-he doesn’t care when you act a little childish as he finds it nice to not be so serious all the time, and as much as he protests he loves when you tease him and flirt playfully (he would be absolutely red in the face and stuttering every time you did)

-he’s probably the only person you let be around you when you’re upset, and he knows exactly what you need in order to help you

-when it comes to being together, in a more romantic sense, Hakkai would want to make sure that it’s something you want (he would ask over and over again, at least twice a week)

-he would brush his hand on yours when you’re walking and eventually twine your fingers together

-he would love hugs, especially when he comes up behind you gently, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to his chest

-he would want to treat you to any and all of your favorite things, you notice something in the window of a shop? He goes back to buy it for you later.

-anyways i feel like i could keep going but i feel like i'm rambling please feel free to let me know what you think !!!

Lockscreens/homescreens (i made a couple because i wasnt sure i liked them but i actually love the last one!!)

Matchup for @grellsglasses

[garoujo]

if be quiet & drive is riding with bonten chara’s theme song then cherry waves + entombed are the themes for them looking at you from across the kitchen after an argument with an annoyed smirk & realizing how much they love you even tho you’re an annoying af sometimes, they can’t live without you & they hate themselves for it but love you for opening them up… omg bye <3 h.

there is a song 4 all occasions istg ໒꒰ ♡◞ ˕ ก ꒱১ cherry waves !!! i love cherry waves sm .. + i love these men idk why they’ve fought their way back in2 my mind it’s craaaazy <3

[anisespice]

" WARNING " | tokyo rev.

synopsis: how they would react to an empty/not-so empty threat on their weiner

warnings: suggestive themes. MDI. cursing, reader is a little aggressive but in the clerb it's all fam, energies are matched (izana), hanma gets his own warning, just yet another crack fix for yall lol

notes: a little some some for my patient readers 🤲🏾 hope you enjoy !

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[the-travelling-witch]

𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌

tokyo rev masterlist || haikyuu version

Accidentally matching outfits x Koko

You swear it’s a coincidence when you show up to your date spot matching Koko’s outfit of the day. But then again, your boyfriend has always insisted on gifting you outfits and accessories, so is it really a surprise you mirrored his style without noticing? That still doesn’t stop your cheeks from warming when he takes your hand and leads you inside, a small smile playing around his lips.

Carrying your bags x Inui

Inui is a gentleman all around but one thing he never fails to do is carry your bags for you. Usually, he asks beforehand if he should take them from you -even though he hardly accepts ‘no’ as an answer- but if he can tell you’re struggling with the weight he’s rather adamant about it. His beautiful partner shouldn’t strain themselves and he can easily handle it, so please let him do this. (Inui also rocks carrying your purse, it might as well be his.)

Weird nicknames in each other’s contacts x Ran

It’s almost as if you’re in a secret relationship, that’s how abstruse your names for the other are. If your friend ever looks at your phone when you ask them to read out a message, you can basically hear the confusion in their voice. There’s also a pretty high chance the contact name is accompanied by a picture that’s just as unflattering, probably taken when you were taken off guard. Well, at least both of you know you’re not in it for the other’s looks.

Walking on the side of the road x Draken

Draken is your protector through and through. Not only does your knight in shining armour catch bugs for you without a fuss and order your food as well if you’re too shy to, he also always makes sure to walk on the side of the road where the cars drive. Whenever you change streets or directions, he quickly switches to your other side, not letting your hand go for too long.  You’re not sure if it makes a difference at all but the gesture is sweet nonetheless.

Laughing ‘til your cheeks hurt x Chifuyu

Nevermind if you’re grown adults, Chifuyu and you can still be as silly as children. At times, you’re literally the most unserious pair ever, giggling and holding your stomachs because of a stupid pun one of you told. Sitting at home on a night in, wiping the tears from your eyes and holding your hurting cheeks as you gasp for air, just to start laughing again when you remember the situation five minutes later.

Flour fight during a baking session x Mitsuya

Neither of you are about wasting food, just making that clear. But when you’re standing side by side in front of the kitchen counter, the oven preheating in the background and Mitsuya rolling the dough to then press into your cake form, you just can’t help yourself. Some leftover from the filling you prepared sticks to your hand and before you know it, you’re wiping it against your boyfriend’s cheek, giggling as you go. But Mitsuya only looks shocked for a second before he grins and wraps his flour-covered hands around your waist before you can get away.

Waking up tangled together x Rindou

It’s a calm night in, the take-out boxes still sitting on the coffee table in front of you as you snuggle in the corner of the couch, not really paying attention to the film anymore. And neither is Rindou, judging by how he yawns from the other side of the couch, his legs crossing with yours as he sinks deeper into the cushions. By the time both of you wake up again, your respective spaces of the couch have been abandoned in order to tangle yourself together bretzel-style, with your cheek squished against his biceps and his hand somewhere under the back of your shirt. 

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[leiswxrld]

𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒… “Don’t run away this is what you wanted…right”

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Street racer!Tom Kaulitz x Street racer!black fem reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Smut, p in v sex, riding, missionary, public sex in a car, enemies to lovers trope, Tom low-key misogynistic, no condom, Tom is 18+, inspired by Tokyo drift.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3691 Words

𝐀/𝐍: please make suggestions on what I should write next low-key running out of ideas and dw sub!bill one shot has not been forgotten, writing it soon. Also listen to the slowed and reverb version so much better.

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You were number one street racer in all of California and the first woman to win a race against all men which deemed you the name ‘the queen of street racing’ and since then you hadn’t lost a race until he came along.

You were crouched in front of your car cleaning the exterior of your customised purple Nissan 350-Z, making sure to wash off the dirt from your last race. The soapy suds splattered all over your black dungaree as you wiped the sweat that formed across your forehead, the noises from your boombox echoed in your garage as tap in by saweetie played through as you bounced to the beat, muttering the lyrics under your breath.

You grabbed the mechanical creeper at your side and rolled under your car making a few adjustments and changing the oil filter before coming back up covered in muck and oil. The sudden ring of your phone was heard as you go to grab it, pressing the green illuminated button, “Hello”

“Yo Y/N got a race for you tonight you able to make it for today”

You contiplated your choices, hand gravitating to your hips. You really could use the money, “how much”

“About 1000 grand if you win this race”

“Alright I’ll be there in an hour”

“Ight bet see you there”

You hang up and decided the first thing on the agenda was to take a shower. You get dressed into the casual outfit you normally wore, a short purple skirt and a crop top, matched with long boots and a pair of earrings and necklace to go with. If you were going to race you were going to make sure you looked good doing it.

Sliding into the drivers side, you pushed the keys into the ignition and the engine came to life with a roar and you grinned in excitement as you turned on the radio connecting your phone to it as Shut up and drive by Rihanna blasted through the speakers. You revved the engine, the exhausts making popping sounds every time you pressed you foot on the pedal. You had exactly 10 mins to get there and you were guaranteed you were going to make it.

You took off, zooming down the streets of LA California with the windows rolled down as the midnight breeze hit your skin sending goosebumps throughout. Your hands controlled the steering wheel, making direct and quick turns towards the race. The familiar neon lights came into view as you saw the different drivers parked up in lanes over at the track, you park next to the familiar driver you knew as Devante who looked smug as usual, you wouldn’t consider him a friend or fiend but someone you could tolerate.

Stepping outside the vehicle, Devante doesn’t miss the chance to make his advances towards you letting out a whistle as you throw him the middle finger, “if it isn’t Y/N what are you doing here shouldn’t you be in the kitchen or something”

“Very fucking funny Devante the only person that will be in the kitchen will be you when I beat you in the race” you snidely reply, flicking your hair behind your back. He chuckles leaning against the side of his car as he seemed to eye you up more than usual, “We will see bout’ that Y/N when you’ll be the one making me a sandwich”

You ignore his dumb comment and your eyes linger to unfamiliar face down the far right with the black car which seemed to be a 1997 Mazda RX-7. He was tall about 6’2 from your usual height, the rows of cornrows he had surprisingly looked good for the white boy and he had a long white tee and baggy blue jeans that were sagged. He was beyond fine than you liked to admit even though you could barley see him to begin with and seemingly kept to himself not worrying about the people around him.

“Devante who’s the guy stood over there with the black car on the far right” you say pointing in the direction of the mysterious boy, he looks towards the direction your pointing in and chuckles, “Oh him that’s Tom Kaulitz German racer apparently he’s a pretty big deal in Germany won every race he’s been in”

You nod looking back at the boy almost mugging him, “What don’t tell me the queen of racing is scared she might actually lose to big sensation Tom Kaulitz” he teases and you roll your eyes and cross your arms .

“Puh-lease I’ve won every race there’s no way I’m scared that ‘big sensation’ Tom Kaulitz will beat me, it will be like every other race an easy 1000 dollars made”

He smirks eyebrow pointing upwards, “if you say so”

Your attention is drawn to the two Asian girls with flags, signalling the race was about to begin. “May the best racer win” you salute at him before climbing into your car, fixing the rearview mirror. You check yourself out once more, applying a fresh coat of clear lip gloss before flicking the mirror back up. Your attention is brought back to the two girls as they waved the flags, you revved your engine getting ready to take off.

You smiled at the familiar sight of your fan girls that we’re screaming you on, you send them a wave and a rev of your engine egging them on. Your head turns toward your competitors as they seemed to do the same thing sizing you up as you gave them all a wink. The girls wave their flags counting down from 3 until they reached 1 waving their flags down signalling to go and you take off with a quickness leaving a gust of wind behind.

You screamed in excitement, the thrill of driving going up as your adrenaline pumped your heart harder. Your foot pressed hard against the accelerator, making harsh turns as you watched your competitors in the rear view and they were inches behind you, luckily this race was one lap only and you knew easily you would win. You picked up speed, following the course of the road.

Your hand gravitated to the stick shift changing the gears every time you heard the timed ticks from the engine, the purple fumes illuminated the road as you turned the corner. One of the racers picked up speed going neck to neck with you and turned your head for a second to see it was that German driver. You sneered as he turned in your direction with a grin, speeding past you, “Fuck”

You chased after him, changing gears and your speed exceeding over 140 mph. Your hands gripped the steering wheel as your lungs tightened with anticipation, you were overtaking each other each second and the finish line was nearing, you knew you couldn’t lose especially not some newbie that you barley knew. You were swerving at each corner, the tires making noises against the tarmac as the finish line came into view and you pressed your leg harder on the pedal, not paying attention to the other drivers but you and him.

“Come on…come on….come on…”

And with that you both make it to the finish line and you didn’t come first place. You slowed down, parking your car near the finish line. Furious wasn’t a way to describe how you were feeling, you were beyond pissed to the point you felt actual fumes coming out from both ears. You watched how king dickhead got praises and cheers from the crowd as he seemed to be boastful about it in excitement as if he was trying to intentionally piss you off more.

Devante and the rest of the drivers pull up next to you and get out of their vehicles and you follow, glaring at the one who took your position as winner. “Seems like you owe me a sandwich”

“Fuck off D not now” he put his hands up at your snarky attitude and you continued to look at Tom. From now on he was captain asshole and you would make sure you would make it know.

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A few weeks went by and you went from number one female driver in LA to second place, every race you were in Tom managed to beat and steal your thunder; you managed to lose half off your fan base because of the amount of losses you had and they all migrated to Toms side which he decided to call them his ‘Girlfriends’ stupid name I know and rumour has it that he hooks up with his fans as an ‘extra reward’ how infuriating could he get.

He also liked to piss you off at any chance; embarrassing you in front of his fans and your own, calling you names and laughing at your faults every time you thought no one was watching, you were fucking sick off him.

“I can’t fucking stand him” you voiced out to your home girl on the phone as you worked on the engine of your car. “I know babe you’ve voiced this out every time you call me”

“Well you can understand why though; he took my place as the best driver in LA, stole basically all of my fans and practically doesn’t stop to embarrass and shame me for not winning”

“Girl why don’t you just race him only to prove to him that you can beat him in a race” she suggests and your eyes lit up with excitement, “That’s it thanks Suki talk to you later”

The next time you see him is after the race and he beat you once again. You waltzed your way towards him as he was distracted by the multiple girls that crowded around him. “Kaulitz” you yell out and he turns around towering over you, “Come to congratulate me Y/N” he says with a slight smirk on his face.

“No but I’m here to challenge you to a race tomorrow night at 11pm at the old warehouse” the whole crowd make noises to the sudden call our as you cross your arms waiting for his response, “Bet it will be fun seeing you lose once again”

“We’ll see about that Kaulitz” you reply and he steps towards you, his mouth moving to your ear “I’ll see you tomorrow night when you lose once again to me” you wanted to slap that stupid smirk off his face as you turn around, walking back to the direction of your car with a sway of your hips.

The next day you made sure you looked your best, you wore a tight purple dress that reached your thighs and knee high boots with a pair of purple sunglasses. You applied a thin layer of lipgloss and get into your car watching the time approach 11pm. You drove your way to the meet up spot and it was busier than usual, your fans and his fans in one spot as you parked at your designated area.

You spot suki and devante and give them a slight wave and as usual Tom was late, his black Mazda pulling in and parking next to you. You could sense his eyes on you as you turn to face him, he throws you a wink and you roll your eyes fixing your rearview mirror. “Good luck” Suki shouts from the crowd sending a heart your way and you pretend to catch it sending one back.

The two girls stand in front of you once again, waving their flags in a mannered fashion counting down from three before hitting one and wave their flags downwards and you take off. Both of you were out for blood, refusing to stand down without a fight. Your hand stayed on the stick shift as the other was on the steering wheel, the cold breeze blew into your car as the sounds of the exhausts echoed into the night sky. Tom looked at you with a grin and you wondered what he was thinking.

He sped up and cut you off from turning the corner nearly making you spin out of control into the street lamp in front of you. “That fucker” you screamed and you pressed your foot on the accelerator gaining speed until you we’re neck to neck with him and you turn to face him, “Pull over now” you yell signalling go the side of the road, he seems to catch on and follows you onto the side of the road, parking behind you.

You get out of the car and march towards his car, knocking on his window and he reluctantly rolls it down, “What the fuck is your problem you cut me off back there and I nearly hit a street lamp”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about princess maybe racing isn’t cut out for women like you”

“What the fuck do you mean by it isn’t cut out for women like me” you question,

“You know exactly what I mean I don’t need to repeat myself” your fists were clenched and you were getting irritated by the minute and that surfaced heat felt like it needed to be let out instead of being bottled up.

“You know what fuck you Tom you think your such a fucking know it all showing off whenever you get the chance, you and your stupid car should’ve stayed in Germany you misogynistic prick” you sassed, pointing toward his car and him with every word.

“Oh Yeah is that how you feel about me” he reply’s, clearly amused by your response’s.

“Yeah that’s exactly how I feel and I’d appreciate if you would kindly listen and fuck off” he gets out his car slamming the door and he backs you up towards the back of his car.

“Or what princess what will you do if I don’t” he challenged, pressing a hand onto the rear end of his car.

You could feel it, the sexual tension was off the charts both refusing to stand down. You were Infuriated with him and it made you want to strangle him while the other half of you was annoyingly turned on by the argument you had spewed with him and you didn’t fail to notice his eyes flicker to your lips that were smeared with clear scented lipgloss and also don’t miss how he looks at the fat of your thighs and the way your dress hugs your body, showing off what you had to offer.

“I’ll make you” you say, pointing in his direction.

“Then make me princess”

You push him onto the side off his car and smash your lips against his, venting out the frustration and anger you felt towards him from the past few days. He moans in response, pulling on your hair as your noses bash against each other in the hungry kiss. You pull away and your lip gloss was smudged onto his lips and you giggle to yourself pointing to the back seat, “Get in the fucking car ”

“Don’t need to tell me twice” he replys,

You both climb into the back of his car, shutting the door behind you. You climb into his lap and your hands automatically cling to his shoulders and you begin grinding your clit into his pelvic bone creating a euphorical sensation as your hands went to press at his collar bone. You both touched and grabbed wherever you pleased not caring for the potential onlookers that could catch you both in the sinful act, “Fuck” he mutters, biting on your bottom lip as he helped you grind into him, using his hands.

His hands move to your ass, kneading it in both as he continued to grind into you in slow motions almost as if you were riding him. He curses feeling the wet spot of your arousal on top of his baggy jeans, you let out cute moans and whimpers as he left red love bites and markings across your neck, claiming you as his.

“Already soaking wet for me” he muttered bringing two fingers to brush against the fabric of your panties and your juices coat his fingers. He pushes your panties to the side and slides two fingers into you with intense eye contact, stroking his fingers every time with vulgar gestures. “Oh fuck”

Your fingers clench around his fingers as the squelchy sound of arousal filled the car. He watched how you lost yourself on his fingers, pumping them in and out as your legs began to shake. Your head fell back as he stroked your spot every time, “Shit” you curse and you come all over his fingers as he slowly came to a stop before pulling them out.

He brings his fingers to his mouth tasting you and he groans around them, “Taste so fucking sweet”

You were so turned on beyond recognition and you needed him to be inside you then and there. You unbutton his jeans and he helps you pull them off along with his boxers exposing his fully erect cock and immediately direct it to your opening, “Eager are we” he teased, watching as you sunk down on his length with a gasp. “So fucking tight…shit”

You collected yourself for a second before lifting up and sinking back down, a guttural moan emits from his mouth as you began riding him. You hated to admit that he was bigger and thicker than the others you had hooked up with in the past, it felt like with every bounce he was breaking you apart on his cock. “So…fucking big”

He watched you under his gaze, hands going to your hips as he grinded your clit into his hip bringing immense pleasure that you felt you would come that second by just a few thrusts. “You needed this dick didn’t you” he questioned and you moaned in response, hand tightening on the seat behind him. “Fuck yourself on my cock…just like that ”

You were fully bouncing on him, the car shaking and the windows fogging up as your hand fell onto the window leaving a hand print on it. His head rolled back, groaning at how tight you were almost like a vice gripping him with immense tightness. “How long have you thought about fucking me Y/N”

“For so- fucking long” you confess, you we’re in the moment this would be forgotten by tomorrow morning. “Yeah tell me how fucking good I’m making you”

“Mhmm-”

“Tell me”

“Your making me feel so fucking good” you admit, eyes rolling back as your orgasm neared. “I’m gonna cum all over you Tommy all over your fat cock” you moan out, sinking your teeth into the crook of his neck. “Wait I’m not done with yet” he stops you and rolls you both over so that your back is against the car seat and he hovered on top of you.

He began pounding into you, every thrust hitting that spongy spot inside, your voice box emitting raspy moans feeling your breath caught in your throat as tears began to form in your waterline. “Ohhhh-fuck” it was too much for you to handle, trying to escape his harsh pounding, “Don’t run away this is what you wanted…. right” he mocked bringing his hand to remove the top of your dress, exposing your tits.

He slapped one of them grunting as he felt himself get closer and closer, “Where do you want it- fuck” he asks and you open your eyes, “In me….cum inside of me” you scream, wrapping your arms around his back and bringing him into another kiss, tongues tangling and moans mixing. “Shit”

You finally cum, your body convulsing as your orgasm hit you like a brick. Toms pace never faltered chasing his own before releasing inside you with a grunt and you moan at the warm liquid filling you up. You were out of breath feeling the now newfound embarrassment of fucking someone you hated and avoided eye contact. “Don’t get shy on me look at me” he finally says, gently putting his hand onto your cheek and forcing you to look at him.

“No one ever said I was shy you just assumed it” you lie, huffing out. “Mhmm definitely believe you princess” your cheeks flutter at the nickname and you curse yourself, why were you all of a sudden shy around him it made you want to puke. “I’ll let you win the race”

“Wait what really” you say surprised, what was he getting at.

“I wouldn’t say this if i didn’t mean it you know I love to win a race”

You roll your eyes, “and what’s the catch”

“The catch is you have to let me take you out somewhere”

“And why would I willingly agree to that”

“Because you like me”

“Just cause we fucked don’t mean I like you idiot”

“Tell that to someone else sweetheart don’t think I didn’t catch the way you reacted to me calling you princess earlier”

“Fuck off” you reply with playful hit on his chest,

“Admit it”

“A girl never spills her secret but I agree to your stupid date because I want to win”

“Mhmm keep telling yourself that”

He gives you one more kiss before you both get dressed and you cringe at the feeling of his cum falling down your leg. “Race you there loser” you mimic him from earlier and you get into your car, taking off towards the finish line.

Of course you came first place and your fans cheered like crazy congratulating you as you thanked everyone. Tom pulled up next to you and he gives you a knowing look as he walks toward his friends and you walk towards Suki giving her a hug. “Congrats Y/N what does it feel like to be LA’s winner in the first time in 4 weeks” she says pushing a fake microphone towards your lips, “Feels fucking amazing that’s what it feels like” your eyes gravitate to Tom and he was already looking at you, sending a wink in your direction.

“Definitely feels amazing”

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[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Kazutora and Mikey's new game animation! Love them playing together

[cherriteaa]

chifuyu x his pretty girl ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊

Chifuyu x Black fem reader

I love Toman Man I literally have no other explanation

Contents: Tooth-rotting fluff

(not proofread)

HE'S SUCH A SWEETHEART WHERE DO I EVEN START

He's always giving you stuff. Sharing and gift giving is so big with him. He's always going:

"Hey baby you want some before I drink this?" "You want anything to eat?" "Want some?" "I saw you looking at that plushie in the window. Do you want it?"

He has something of his, something he found, or something he bought for you nearly every time you meet up. He's a sucker for matching items as well. Couples plushies (he makes them kiss whenever he comes over), couples keychains, couples necklaces, ect. With jewelry, he always manages to find tasteful matching things. But he occasionally will get one of the corny heart pieces or something just because it's funny.

He is your number one hypeman until he dies. And then probably after that. His face totally lights up when you show him anything having to do with you. Or even just when you walk in the room and he notices something. If you get your nails, hair, lashes ect done, its a BIG DEAL for him.

"Let me see!! They're so pretty!" "Baby you look so goood!!" "Did you get your lashes done? They look amazing!"

Even if he notices you're feeling under the weather, he's there to remind you how much you mean to him, and even if you're insecure about anything, he makes it known that you are everything to him.

He finds cooking with you to be messy, but fun. He likes to put on your favorite songs just to see you hum and dance while in the kitchen.

HE SENDS YOU SO MUCH SHIT ON MY GOD. Instagram reels, tiktoks, memes he got on discord, links to clothes he thinks is cool, screenshots of clothing items or plushies that you may want. Literally everything. You two will send tiktoks back and forth for hours until its super late, text eachother goodnight, and then like an hour later, both see eachother online again and go "WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP STILL? GO TO BED" only to have the other send the stupidest meme in response. Often times, this leads to facetimes at 1am with you two giggling into your phones until you finally get tired. Then, you'll sleep on facetime together.

His gallery is full of you. Both pictures he took of you, and photos of you two together. He's a pretty energetic guy, and you two like to go exploring a lot, which means pictures at the park, pictures at new restaurants and cafes, photo evidence of you two getting into mischief, everything. He loves taking photos and capturing memories of you two.

Absolutely infatuated with you. He can't keep his hands off you. Not in a sexual way, but he's always holding your hand, wrapping his arms around your waist/shoulders, playfully poking at you, kissing your cheek, anything. He loves to randomly tilt your chin towards him so he can pepper kisses all over your cheeks/ lips

OH AND YOUR HAIR. He's respectful, so of course he asked before touching, but he's awfully curious about it. He loves your curls and the different styles you do/get done. He will certainly help you with detangling or washing, but he fumbles a little with styling. He's more than happy to help with adding beads, ribbon ect though. He's a "Yes ma'am" kinda guy. Def calls you 'his lady' and always pretends you're already married. Says shit like "Happy wife happy life" to his friends after buying you a plushie and they just snicker at him

Chifuyu is overall a very playful boyfriend. His number 1 priority is your safety. His second is your happiness. He likes to be corny for jokes, but you truly are everything to him. He's very cuddly and loves to share every aspect of his life with you. If you two ever encounter problems, he's a "We'll figure this out together." Kind of guy.

A/n: I love him so much omg

The writing grind continues!! I can't believe tokyo rev is taking a hold on me like this again

as always, please please please reblog and/or comment. I'm restarting my writing blog again, and would love love love to meet mutuals.

My requests are: Open!

[i2rizz]

Fast and Furious! Pt. 3

Fandom: Blue Lock | masterlist

Characters: street racer!Sae x reader

I also added some parts of the song Tokyo Drift in this too :>

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The streets of Tokyo were alive tonight. The hum of engines filled the air, punctuated by bursts of revs and the electric excitement of the gathered crowd. Neon lights reflected off sleek, polished cars lined up like predators waiting to pounce.

Among them was Sae Itoshi, leaning casually against his metallic silver Mazda RX-7, a masterpiece of speed and precision. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the crowd before landing on you.

“You ready?” he asked, his voice low and steady.

You crossed your arms, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “I should be asking you that. Aren’t you racing the big leagues tonight?”

Sae’s lips quirked in a faint smile. “Always. They don’t stand a chance.”

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The buzz of anticipation grew as the racers gathered at the starting line. You slipped into the passenger seat of Sae’s RX-7, the leather interior cool against your skin. The scent of fuel and burnt rubber was intoxicating, a promise of the adrenaline to come.

As the cars lined up, a familiar beat began to pump through the speakers, the bass reverberating through your chest.

“I wonder if you know,

How they live in Tokyo…”

You glanced at Sae, who was adjusting his gloves, his focus razor-sharp. The song seemed to fuel him, the lyrics echoing the essence of the race.

“Fitting, don’t you think?” you teased.

He didn’t reply, his smirk and the fire in his eyes saying everything.

The flag dropped, and the world exploded into motion. Sae’s RX-7 roared to life, the engine’s growl a symphony of raw power.

“If you see me, then you mean it,

Then you know you have to go...”

The car shot forward, weaving through the pack with ease. Sae’s hands moved with precision, his every motion calculated and controlled. You clung to the door handle, your heart pounding in sync with the pulsing bass of the song.

“Fast. Furious,” he muttered under his breath, almost in time with the lyrics.

The neon-lit streets blurred past, each corner a challenge that Sae met with perfect drifts. The tires screamed against the asphalt, smoke curling behind you as the car slid effortlessly through turns.

“Fast and furious… Drift, drift, drift!”

The RX-7 hugged the curves of the road, its tail swinging wide before snapping back into place. Sae’s expression never wavered, his focus unbreakable as he edged closer to the leader.

The lead car was a black Nissan Skyline, its driver every bit as aggressive as Sae. The two vehicles danced a dangerous tango, swapping positions with each straightaway and turn.

“Who is that?” you asked, glancing at the Skyline.

“Doesn’t matter,” Sae replied coolly, his foot pressing harder on the gas. “They’ll lose.”

The lyrics of the song seemed to mock the Skyline driver as Sae closed the gap.

“Say it again, better not forget it,

Drift, drift, drift!”

Sae timed his move perfectly, cutting inside on a hairpin turn. The RX-7 slid past the Skyline, the tires screaming in protest as the crowd roared in approval.

Just as victory seemed assured, the telltale wail of sirens shattered the night. Red and blue lights flashed in the distance, the police converging on the race like wolves closing in on prey.

“Shit,” you muttered, gripping the seat as Sae accelerated.

He didn’t seem fazed. If anything, he looked amused. “Hold on.”

The song blared louder, its defiant energy matching the chaos around you.

“Rasa sayang yo, rasa sayang sayang yo...”

The RX-7 darted through the city streets, Sae navigating the labyrinth of alleys and side roads with ease. The police cars struggled to keep up, their movements clunky and uncoordinated compared to Sae’s fluid mastery.

“Do you even have a plan?” you asked, your voice tight with adrenaline.

“Always,” he replied, his smirk returning.

“You’re not stopping me now!”

The RX-7 roared down an empty highway, the sirens fading into the distance. Sae glanced in the rearview mirror, satisfied that the police were no longer a threat.

He slowed the car to a more reasonable speed, the engine’s growl settling into a low purr. The song still played faintly in the background, its energy now a memory of the chaos you’d just escaped.

You exhaled, slumping back in your seat. “You’re insane, you know that?”

He glanced at you, his smirk softening into something almost affectionate. “And you love it.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny the truth in his words. Despite the danger, the unpredictability, there was something intoxicating about being by Sae’s side.

“Next time,” you said, your tone teasing, “maybe warn me before we almost get arrested.”

He chuckled, shifting gears as the city lights stretched out before you. “Where’s the fun in that?”

The two of you drove in comfortable silence, the adrenaline fading into a warm glow. Sae’s hand rested casually on your thigh, his focus now split between the road and you.

“You’re not scared, are you?” he asked suddenly.

You turned to him, a playful grin on your lips. “Of you? Never.”

His gaze softened, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Good.”

As the RX-7 disappeared into the night, the echoes of “Tokyo Drift” lingered in your mind—a fitting anthem for a night you’d never forget.

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Did yall notice i like this AU? ;)

[mushibashiraas]

interpret this however you want. bonten, canon timeline, kanto manji timeline, final timeline. kokonoi hajime, inui seishu, haitani rindou, imaushi wakasa. sano manjiro. shinichiro sano. hanemiya kazutora. baji keisuke, matsuno chifuyu, hanma shuji. whomever, whichever. these are just a few of my own faves. (no queen shiba yuzuha tn, folks. maybe next time)

watch out for genderneutral pronouns. "cutting" (just clenching their fists too tight.) um cursing? but it's the tokyo rev. boys. u cannot tell me they didn't curse a lot. i tuink that is all though.... 🤍

dividers by @benkeibear their dividers are the goat 🖤🩶

。YOU'RE STUCK WITH ME.

one line.

one note.

that's all it took to trigger the memories flooding in. wave after wave: going to the movies as the summer evening chill tiptoes in. waking up ajs rising in the early hours of the early morning as footfalls on the creaky, old stairs rouse them from their deep slumber. playfights and the banter of a secret language between father and child as said older man wearily comes home from work. a heavy hand landing on the top of their head as goodnights are exchanged.

many more invade the mentally, emotionally tired mind sending them spiraling further and further—

“i can hear you pacing again. relax your shoulders and hands.”

the gentlest, lightest of touches on their shoulders reminds them they are not alone anymore. large, warm hands move to their hands flexing their fingers and massaging the nail marks out of their palms. their chest moves up and down at an alarming pace, deep breath after deep breath unknowingly matching his own breaths.

“that's it... slow your breathing down. in for four. hold... one, two, three, four... out for four. and again. in for four....”

a low, soft voice grounds them as the intrusive thoughts of finally giving up and accepting that they will never climb out of the darkness they are in and see their life be normal again.... nevermind. breathing exercises aren't working tonight—

“(name)! hey! look at me, (name)!”

the soft pads of his thumbs brush away stray tears drying on their cheeks, pooling in their eyes.

“you're getting over being sick, love. don't be so hard on yourself; give yourself a break, okay?”

“why do you stay with me? no matter how awful i can be or how long i've neglected myself. no matter how sick i can get and how much i worry you.... why do you stay? there are other people out there who certainly have more normal lives than me. i'm just dragging you down, keeping you from living your life the way you like— mPHh!” a hand over their mouth cuts them off from their negative rambling.

“what the hell are you saying?” a squeeze to their cheeks. “you're one of the coolest, strongest people i know. super stubborn too. and cute. and silly. and of course, only those with a good fashion sense are allowed to hang with us. and i'm not talking about your clothes or hairstyle — don't listen to ran. you... you know i'm not good with my words nor do i like watching, doing, no less even saying corny shit.” a sigh, almost like he's embarrassed or flustered which makes his next words more meaningful. “but when i'm talking about a good fashion sense, i mean a smile. and do not!” he places a finger over their open mouth, shushing them. “do. fcking. not. say your smile is ugly. ugly is that hairless cat at that petshop near musashi shrine.” he huffed and shyly grinned happy to see his precious partner choking out a laugh between their sobs. “nah, your smile is beautiful. it's all toothy and big and... er... well, expressive— hey, don't laugh!” contradictory to his words he chuckled and gave their cheek a playful pinch. “you know i'm shit at words, dumbass.”

“anyway, (name), i chose you. out of all the girls, guys, and nonbinary hoes in japan i.” peck. “chose.” peck. “you.” peck. “even before we started dating. remember how you were the one who knocked out on the train late at night on the roppongi line? ran called me on the way back from getting food. something about bringing home a guest for some reasok. not the most conventional way to meet someone. but he and i have been keeping an eye on you for a while.” leaning back to stretch, he rubbed the back of his neck finding it hard to keep eye contact. as he said he hates anything cheesy and isn't good with words sometimes if not all the time. but for them, he is so in love that he'd do anything to see his favorite smile again. “you know, you're not the only one who's been silently observing the one they love. i had no idea you were struggling so much with your illness. mikey may be called ‘invincible’ but you're just as strong. i remember always seeing you laughing or smiling at something. plus your episodes make life interesting. the haitanis like people who make their lives thrilling and exciting. and that's not a bad mindset for us delinquents to have. (name), you make my life fun. there is always something happening with you. you and your mom joke about getting into all these adventures. well, i want in. so let me join you, 'kay? and if you ever do or say something dickish, i'll call you out. only me and my gang can snap your head on straight. you're kinda stuck with me — with all of us. there ain't no getting away! love you, snoopy.”

“now,” standing up and stretching he smirked down seeing them blush as they stared at his defined stomach making a surprise visit when his shirt rose up. “i'm ordering us some take out. fuck the late hour. you're gonna eat food and drink water. knowing you when you get upset and spiral you forget to take your meds. go do that while i run a bath. you can use my soap just this once.”

“ah! and one last thing, (name): you lost someone close to you on top of getting sick. again, give yourself a break, dumbass. don't fall so deep that you forget you to rely on others. i'll drag you back up if you do, doll.”

ider mylayouts hahah been so long since i posted. but i am not dead, buddies! feeling sad though. so this is more for me. still, i hope you enjoy this and that it brings you comfort. 🤍 (i totally didn't post this at 5:30am without proofreading it. hahahah ....looks away....)

[lifmera]

Hellooo can i request a match up for tokyo rev?

My name Jin, i’m half filipino and half japanese

My hobbies include baking, cooking, and playing games

I know judo and boxing

I hate hot weather and sweating, i like sweet stuff and going out on arcades

I’m Istp and pretty chill but i’m a bit blunt and can get annoyed pretty easily but i can be patient if needed

Hey hun!

Of course!

I’ve decided to pair you up with….. BAJI KEISUKE!

Baji would LOVE to skip school and hang out at the arcade with you!

He wants to try baking, but ultimately end up getting batter, or flour everywhere. And tries to start a food fight!

He also knows judo! He’s definitely gonna ask to spar against you!! You both need to improve your skills together!

He hates hot weather and sweating too. It makes him puts his hair up!

He’d honestly be super happy if you were blunt with him. He isn’t smart, he needs help. 😭

You’ll need to be patient with his stupidity! But you guys would be awesome together!!

Blowing up cars <3

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SORRY IT WAS SHORT!!

[hayatoseyepatch]

Sam!!! Congrats on the milestone again, this is so exciting! I hope you’ve been enjoying your time on the blr writing and interacting because you are a joy 💚

So matchups, hm? I’m curious about a match from either wbk OR tokyo rev (just one, and you choose!) just whatever comes to your head first 😅

She/they pronouns, an introvert disguised as an extrovert I think. I can be super outgoing, but it drains me, and my idea of a fun time is definitely sitting at home with my favorite coloring app and Law&Order: SVU. I usually have music playing at any given time, and my top artists are Hozier and Sleep Token. I wear a lot of leggings and hoodies and depending on how cool I wanna look I’m either in my Birks or Docs lol. When I’m not being a homebody, I like bookstores, dungeons and dragons, and concerts. Oh, and I don’t want kids, like, at all. So my partner has to be okay with that.

My favorite tropes are friends to lovers and Coffeeshop AUs (also a big fan of Only One Bed cause who isn’t?)

I like guys taller than me (not hard since I’m 5’2” lol) who have a darker aesthetic. Gotta be smart, usually very serious on the outside with a goofy side that not everyone sees. I admire people with hobbies, something they’re really passionate about.

My favorites from wbk are hiragi (obviously), ume, togame, and arima, and my faves from Tokyo rev are akkun, takemichi, mitsuya, and kisaki.

I don’t really have any characters that I loathe from either fandom, though I can’t see myself ever being with someone who’s, like, super crazy peppy and outgoing all the time.

Again, just pick either fandom! I figured I’d give you options cause I have a lot of love for both series 💚 congrats again!

Melonnn!! ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡♡ Thank you so much for your kind words and for participating! You're literally so sweet and I’m so lucky to be moots with such an angel ♡ On to your matchup my love!

I Match you up with Toma Hiragi from Wind Breaker!

⤜♡→ Come on now I cant be expected not to appreciate the actual best couple in the entire world. Satoru Nii and me are besties we literally just got off the phone and he was like “Yeah ofc RagiMel is canon.” I just think you guys are such a good match for eachother. Your personalities just suit each other so well. I am a firm supporter of things are boring if you are the exact same personality wise and I feel like your differences and similarities attract you to one another.

⤜♡→ Hiragi would much rather sit at home with you, his head perched on your lap as you explain the plot to one of your shows to him. Is he a little worried you’d be able to dispose of his boy too well with the amount of Law and Order episodes you both have binged? Sure. But its always nice to keep them on their toes, yk?

⤜♡→ Hiragi was the first to confess, but he took his sweet time doing it, poor man was so nervous. He was more than ready to take out Umemiya for not so subtly pointing out his (very obvious) crush on you. I feel like he isn’t the best at hiding his feelings. Being openly stern and even aggressive with the others but always kind and gentle when it came to you. His favoritism was just so blatantly obvious.

⤜♡→ This may be a hot take but I feel like Hiragi is more than okay with not having kids. I know a lot of people look at him and are like “ahh, yeah he’s totally a guy who wants a family.” But hear me out here. Hiragi has had his fair share of being an older brother almost fatherly figure to those like Sako, Kaji, and Sakura. He’s done his fair share and he is more than happy to just spend the rest of his life loving you and maybe even getting a pet or two. Your love is more than enough for him. You and Bofurin are his family, and that’s all he could ever ask for.

He pulls over into a clearing putting the car in park, getting out to properly set up the bed of the truck with pillows and blankets, humming to himself. He approaches our door after a moment opening it and offering you his hand, helping you out of the vehicle and walking you to the back. Grinning he allows his large hands to cup your waist, leaning down to slot his lips against yours. It didn’t matter how long you had both been together, every time kissing Hiragi felt like the first time. The all-encompassing love he slipped into every kiss still had you weak in the knees. Pulling away from you, he looks into your eyes, his own soft and lidded with adoration. Pressing his forehead against your own, his breaths fanning your face as he speaks. “I love you darling, more than you could ever possibly know.” With one more love-stricken smile he lifts you, helping you into the bed of the truck. Climbing in after you he settles you both against the blankets, lying down next to you.

He hums in contentment as you lie your head against his chest. He had taken you here many times before, the calm of the area where you could both just enjoy each others presence while looking up at the night sky, gazing at the array of stars. He craved these moments with you, where it was just the two of you, where nothing else mattered but holding you in his arms. He smiles, arms squeezing you tightly to him, smile adorning his features. One hand carding his fingers through your hair. “We haven’t been able to come here in a while, we have so many good memories here.” He hums, pulling you closer to him, recalling the very first time he brought you here. “This is where I told you I loved you for the first time, remember?”

His heart soars when he hears you laugh, recalling the memory, him taking his medicine to qualm his aching stomach from nerves. The way he felt as if his face would melt with the heat from his red cheeks. His words came out nervously, surging in to capture your lips with his own when you reciprocated his confession. His teeth clashing with your own in the kiss, so much so that he had punctured your lip. “How could I forget?” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts, his smile aimed at you once more. As he felt the weight of the velvet box that weighed down his pocket, he just hoped you could make yet another memory in your special place.