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xiefuyu · 1 year ago

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Brother, I'm here.

-- Kurokawa Izana x little sister reader

�� — Tokyo Revengers

📝 — angst, implication of domestic abuse, suicide attempt, hurt/comfort, a bit of fluff at the end

:a/n — this one is a bit heavy :'> (wc: 2.4k)

— PT. 1 / PT. 2/PT.3/PT.4/PT.5

You, Kurokawa Y/N, only wanted only one thing.

A family.

A household with the said family who’s loving and will treat you with care and affection. A family who won’t paint your skin blue and purple at any given chance and will protect you from all the things that you find to be scary.

That was the only thing you want but apparently, you’re considered greedy by the world for longing for something that’s supposed to be given to anyone the moment they were born.

Something was wrong with you.

Something has got to be deeply wrong with you because if not, why else would you be standing outside the hospital where you just got discharged a few minutes ago and currently drowning the moment your Kuya Mikey fills you in with what happened and the truth?

The fucking truth of not being related to them at all.

Your Kuya Mikey- are you even allowed to still call him that?- who you see walking towards you, panic in his eyes because you're walking backwards, walking away from them as if walking away from the truth.

He was saying something. Emma was saying something, also reaching out for you. Hell, even Takemichi was saying something but you’re drowning, you’re falling, and you’re…

You’re just there.

Alone.

A part of you begs to listen to them, to run to them, to beg for them to accept you as their little sister because God, oh dear God, you loved how they treated you for the last few days in your stay at the hospital.

They treated you like glass. Like someone precious. Treated you in a way that you didn’t even know was possible.

It got you questioning if you even deserved it because your stepmother said that you didn’t deserve anyone else’s love but only her’s.

And then it hit you.

You don’t deserve it, don’t you?

It was just a pity. It wasn’t love, it was pity.

But guilt bubbles in you as the thought passes through your mind. Who do you think you are to judge their actions? Who do you think you are to doubt their love for you?

You’re just a fool who wanted to force her way into their own little bubble of family.

It’s fucking embarrassing, you tell yourself.

So you run away. Turn your back on them like how Izana did to you. You ignore their calls of pleas and waits. You drown everything around you.

As they curse at how fast you could run, you’re grateful for the times you need to run away and hide on the nights where your stepmother’s wrath was too much. Maybe it was a destiny to be abused for this very moment. This moment to run away from people who turned out to be not blood-related at all.

You should’ve just remained in your own hell.

You’re not supposed to be here.

You don’t belong here.

Kakucho kneels in front of his king. His king who he found in front of the orphanage. He felt like a fool for not thinking about this place first.

Because as much as they wanted to leave this place before, it was still their home in their younger years.

"Izana, please. She's looking for you. She begged me to bring you back to her." He remembers the way your lips wobbled, your eyes dripping with unshed tears as you begged him to bring your brother back.

As you told him that you want Izana to stay with you because he's your family.

"She doesn't deserve me and I don't deserve her." Izana says and it hits Kakucho, as well as the Haitani brothers who helped him in finding Izana, that their king was just as desperate as you but in a different way.

While you're desperate to run after him, he's desperate to run away from you.

All because he thinks he doesn't deserve you and vice versa.

"She's…she's too pure for me, Kakucho. She's too bright." Ran looks down, eyes glancing at Rindou because he knows what Izana is saying. He understands.

But he frowns and shakes his head, stepping forward.

"Your sister…" he starts and he could see Rindou's eyebrows rising in surprise. "I understand that you want to push her away. Hell, I wanted to push Rindou away from this…gang activities before but he's all I have and I'm all he has."

Ran stops, sighing.

"What I want to say is that she deserves at least an explanation of why you want her away from you. That is, if you still want to push her away after all this talk. She was longing for you, you know? Kakucho told me."

Izana looks up at the sky. It was so…unfamiliar. Did the sky always look that way? It was always dull before, wasn't it? Why is it suddenly blue and white?

Why is it suddenly bright?

His hands are painted with blood and violence and yours looked like they aren't even aware of what violence is.

His head was filled with dark thoughts and you looked like all your thoughts were all flowers and sunshines.

How could he face you after all he's done? How could he tell you that he also wanted to stay with you because apparently, you're his real blood-related sister and that's all he ever wanted?

He breathes out shakily.

God fucking damnit.

If he's selfish to want to have you accept him even though he knows he fucked up his first interaction with you, then so be it. Make him look selfish. Greedy. Asshole.

He doesn't care anymore.

Kakucho's phone rings before he could even tell them to bring him to you.

"Hello?"

Something grips Izana's heart as he watches Kakucho's eyes widen as he looks straight back at him.

"What…what do you mean she's missing?"

The concept of family was always known yet unfamiliar to you. Everytime you go out and see parents with their children laughing happily, there’s a longing, a nostalgia that you feel. It was ironic how nostalgia is present when all you could remember was rough hands and sharp nails connecting with your skin.

However, when you got informed that you have an older brother miles away from you, it was enough to at least dull the painful memories and it was changed to an imagination, hope, that your brother will let you piggy ride his back, will let you play with his hair, and just…just simple bondings that a family do.

But you found out that it was merely imagination. A feeble hope to be destroyed by said brother.

You found yourself running and running and running.

You don’t even know where you are. You don’t care anymore. You just want to run away from here, want to get away from these almost familiar looking streets. Your eyes and lungs are burning. Exhaustion seeps through your body and your head is back to letting something hit it from the inside.

Everything is becoming blurry; was it because of the tears? The dizziness? Either way, you kept running until your feet took you to a soft feeling under.

A beach.

You’re on a beach and the sand felt so soft underneath you it was making you sick. Everything seems big, bright, dull, soft, and rough. They’re loud. The waves are loud, entrancing and calling you.

Your mind is racing with a million thoughts and yet, it is empty. All you could think about was how nice it was to just rest naturally like the sun setting beyond the horizon in front of you. All you could think about was the “what-if’s” and ��could’ve been’s” if you didn’t look for your brother, if said brother didn’t turn his back on you, and if you didn’t turn your back on the people who were nothing but nice to you.

Your unshed tears were dried by the breeze, thoughts seemingly getting blown away with it, the waves in front of you engulfing it and taking it away.

And then you’re just there.

An empty shell of what used to be you.

You’re just there, feet slowly walking towards the waves.

Family is a concept you tried so hard to understand. It’s something you know and don’t know. It’s something you experienced in a wrong way.

Something that got you questioning your true purpose in life. It was supposed to be given to you the moment you were born so why?

Why are you all alone and trembling in fear and yet, you keep walking? The water is cold and it’s pulling and pushing you in and out. It’s shooing you away at the same time it’s pulling you in.

You were born in a household that paints your skin blue and purple. People are supposed to be born and cradled with gentle and soothing hands, aren’t they? So why were you even born if you don’t have those?

Ahh.

You get it.

You were born to die, weren’t you?

Izana’s vision was obscured with his own unshed tears. He’s trembling and running. A part of him blame the Sanos for your disappearance. How could they tell you about the truth? Couldn’t they have just hid it from you? Protect you from it?

But then he’s too aware of what could happen if people let the water boil for too long. He’s seen it in himself. He’s seen how he was so full of hope and was ignorant of the truth that it utterly destroyed him when he was forced to face the reality.

It was funny, he thinks. Funny how he uttered the words that you’re no sister of his but the both of you are just too similar, aren’t you?

Both longing for a family.

It was funny because you’re there, a family, and yet he pushed you away. He’s such a fool, isn’t he?

But he vows to himself that this time, he’ll make things right. This time, he’ll open his heart and accept people. He’ll open his kingdom and let people do whatever they want. He’ll be a king who comes down from his throne for you- his family.

He’s running along a beach, he registers, and your name comes out of his mouth as if it’s the last thing keeping him sane. And maybe it was, maybe you are the only thing keeping him sane because he’s running like a madman, the word “No” stumbling out of his mouth over and over again.

You’re the only family he has. The only blood-related family he has so why are you trying to run away? He’s selfish, he knows. He’s the cause of this and he wants the waves to engulf him instead.

The waves already reached your waist but you’re just looking ahead, unaware of the people running towards you. Your eyes looked empty and it terrifies him. Those similar lilac eyes are supposed to be shining albeit a bit dim. They’re not supposed to be empty like his.

He reaches for your hand and tugs you to him. It scared him how you were so limp that you let him engulf you in his arms as he frantically dragged you towards the shore, how you let the both of you fall on your knees.

Kakucho, the Sanos, Draken, the Haitani brothers, and Takemichi sees the pure terror in Izana’s eyes as he holds you against him tightly. They notice the trembles of his body, the wobble of his lips and his tears that are freely flowing, carving their way on his cheeks.

His mouth was gaping, opening and closing, finding their words but it seemed like the waves took it away with them. He doesn’t know what to say.

He almost lost you.

Forever.

One moment, you’re feeling the water reaching your waist and the next, it was trembling warm arms around you. Having disassociated with your reality, you were baffled because you’re suddenly at the shore, kneeling, and leaning against someone.

You didn’t have to look up to see who it was for he smelled like a family, a comfort, and safety.

You sob quietly against your brother, feeling him tense under you but his arms around you further tightens. You’re also trembling, fear creeping in you with full force with the realisation that you were so close to killing yourself.

You feel lost.

Afraid.

Are you even alive? What if you’re actually under the waves and all of this is just an imagination? A last resort of your brain that’s seeking comfort?

Your hand grips your brother’s clothes, hard and tight, as if he’ll disappear if you let go for at least a second. You hear him shushing you, calming you down, but it just made you sob more.

Despite being treated softly by the Sanos, being treated in the same way by your real blood-related brother was different.

You felt loved. You felt safe. You felt accepted.

This was the purpose you were cradling in your delicate, trembling hands years ago. Now, it’s being cradled by you and your brother; shared.

But something inside you is still not content. You need to make sure that everything is real. That right now is not just a figment of your imagination.

“Kuya…” you cry out.

“Yeah?” Izana says, so soft and gentle.

“Kuya, I’m here…I’m here, right?” you question the reality, daring. You hear Izana breathing out shakily, his right hand cupping your cheek, tilting your head to his direction.

And his eyes. You have those eyes, don’t you? They’re so similar to yours and it makes you sob more. You’re finally staring at your family.

“You’re here, Y/N, you’re here with me.” he reassures. It took you a moment to process his words but after a while, a wobbly little smile made its way to your lips before it fell- in relief- as you hid in his neck once again.

Your sobs echo through the area. The waves were calm as if giving you privacy, the sunset basking you with its gentle light and warmth.

The Sanos and Haitani brothers watch with a smile and deep gratitude to the world. Even though their family is broken, they know they were lucky enough to have each other since the beginning unlike you and your brother who had to cross multiple challenges just to see each other.

With a soft grin, all of them made their way to the both of you.

And all of a sudden, affection seeps to your head from their pats. It was overwhelming but you found yourself smiling and not running away. Your eyelids feel heavy, making you sigh.

Before succumbing to darkness in your brother’s arms, the last thing you felt was warm lips against your forehead along with a soft “thank you for not giving up on me, Y/n.” and,

“Thank you for being here.”

A/N: i swear we're getting fluff next hehe (with a sprinkle of angst)

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eclipse-rain · 2 years ago

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Tr ; Yin and yang : Part 3

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|In case anyones confused about the Sano family tree and where Y/n fits in :

(Great drawing i know. Revere me artists!👹)

Part 1 • Part 2

Masterlist~

|Also try to pick a gender neutral name for yourself if you can (cuz i know your not using your real name your not fooling me cuz who even does that)|

The rain poured once again as it seemed to do endlessly around your existence.

A black umbrella was held high above your head, sheltering your now slightly bigger frame. However, this day you were the one who held your own umbrella without the assistance of a so called social worker who was ment to protect you instead.

You had gotten to the venue on time but only looked on from afar. You waited and waited and waited some more. Until finally almost everyone had come and go. They came and departed after paying their respects and grievances to who you assumed would be shins other three family members. His two younger siblings and his grandfather.

You let your mind wander to them for a time, wondering how they had been dealing with the loss of your shared older brother, even though they knew nothing of your existance.

You quickly snapped your mind back to the task at hand that you had set out for yourself as you saw your opportunity to slip into the venue.

Here you would say your own final goodbyes and grievances to your older brother.

Its bad luck they say. To bring an open umbrella indoors. Have you heard of that one?

Well you didnt care much for supersistion anymore because at this stage what was the point? You could follow all the superstition in the world and your older brother would still remain stone cold in a casket, soon to be burried six feet under in the sano families grave where your mother had also been buried previously.

The last conversation you had had with your mother flashed in your mind once again as it had done many times before.

Her frail arms wrapped around your small body, delicate hands turning your face to meet her own as she uttered those last few words in her soft sickly voice that she tried to keep from shaking.

Her eyes never leaving yours until she was done speaking almost as if she knew they would be her last. Or mabey it was just the importance they held in her own heart, the one thats beating was continuously slowing down as time went on until her sickness would finally take its course and it would beat no longer.

Whenever she held you close to her body as she brushed your hair, throughout your childhood, you listened to that sound. The sound of her beating heart. It relaxed you, you had said to yourself. But deep down you knew you listened to it for the fear that if you didnt, it would become silent, the beating would stop.

And it did.

And your fear had come to fruition.

Because at that time you hadnt been listening to the sound of it but instead to the sound of the words that left your mothers mouth.

They told you it wasnt because of what she was saying.

The doctors. The nurses. Your brother.

They had told you that she hadnt died because of the last one sided conversation you two had had.

But they werent there when it happened. They didnt hear the words that fell from her mouth, dragged out after ragged strangled breaths.

The last gasps of air that she could fill her lungs with as tears fell from her eyes and the grip of her hands on either sides of your face had started to grow a little too tight, her nails almost digging into your ears.

"Dont give your heart away, my love." She had said to you.

"Your too precious for this world. Dont let anyone have it. Do you understand?" She had asked but you only looked back at her blankly, staring into her reddened eyes.

"Y/n my beautiful daughter" she had said so softly, so soothingly

"Bad people try to take advantage of the people with the most beautiful souls in this world." She continued. "This world is unfair so your bound to have bad days but if everything else fails, just have hope. Hope for a better future. Hope for a better life in this world."

Her breathing became more shallow and she had started taking shorter breaths. You didnt know what to do then. You were listening to your mothers words and you didnt want to break eye contact with her, as desperate as she seemed, but the sides of your head had started to hurt from her hand placements and her eyes had grown strange.

"And some day you'll surely-"

Her heart monitor indicated that her heart rate had been rapidly increasing, you had decided then on what to do as you wriggled out of her grasp. You had jumped down from the bed and ran out of your mothers hospital room to get the nurses.

Sure, mabey you could have used whatever that button was that would summon a nurse to your mothers hospital room but did you remember in that sistuation?

No.

Or mabey you did.

You told yourself you hadnt remembered there was such a button or that it would take too long to find it. But the truth was that even though your mothers voice was always sweet and caring and had not changed even in her last words, the look in her eyes had frightened you.

A small child around only nine years of age.

Made to take on such a burdensome responsibility. The responsibility and weight of a sick mother. No one stopped to ask how you were doing or dealing with the situation. No one except shin. The only other person in your life. The only other person who loved and cared for you since birth. Your only other family.

And so after you had alerted the nurses, you had called him, your safety, your refuge. Though that phone call had been the one he had been dreading most.

The news that would turn out to be the biggest challenge you two had yet to face in your young lives.

Could you remember what the converstaion you had with him was, what you had told him?

The answer was no.

You didnt even remember calling him now that you were older.

Your subconscious had scribbled over that part so that in time it would fade and be forgotten. Nothing more than a torn page from your book of life that was currently still in the process of being written. Far from finished, far from even being deciphered by another since your older brother had left you behind in this world.

His own book being forced to a stop too soon, having run out of ink. Having been thrown away into the fireplace to be burned beyond recognition or rememberance.

You once again made your way up that aisle, only this time there was not a single person left inside. No one who would be watching you from where they sat below you, with curious, piercing eyes.

Your open black umbrella left a trail of small water dropplets behind you, as if imitating the tears that you could not produce. When you got to the top and saw your brothers picture framed with a smile on his face as if nothing bad could ever happen, as if it wasnt his own funeral that he was smiling about, your stomach lurched.

You felt sick.

You had been feeling many diffrent emotions up till now. Sadness over your brother death. Nervousness at going to his funeral where you could run into his other family members or be questioned as to why you were there.

Or if they saw your face. How even though you always had a resemblance to him, it had now grown to a sickening degree. You couldnt even imagine what would happen, you didnt want to.

So you pushed it all down once again. Pushed it back as best you could so that you could carry on while holding your head up high. Hold your head up high under that black umbrella that was now your only shelter, your only so called protection. You were alone now. But that also ment you were stronger. You could be stronger.

No. You would be stronger.

You had to be. Or the world that despised you, that bared its fangs at you any chance it got, would open up and eat you too. Just like it had done with your mother and brother.

Unfairness.

Thats what it was.

Every child learns the meaning of that word at a young age. Weather its because their parents wouldnt buy them a toy that they really wanted or because they got a bad score on a test they studied hard for, its shown itself in many diffrent ways. So that they are able to learn its meaning.

However unlike other children you had come to understand the word even more so than learn of its meaning. Like them you had learned of it but they could never truly understand the word, not until everything they cared about had been taken from them.

Everything that kept them alive, that helped them to survive.

When you had only the purest of hearts, the world despised you.

Just like how your mother had said in her final words to you.

You were discarded and now alone.

And so you decided from that day on, the day of your brothers funeral, that you would change.

The girl with only the purest of hearts would use her own fingers to rip it from her chest and reshape it into a dagger.

A dagger in which she could use to carve her initials on the world.

They would all know her name but they would never again know her heart.

There is strength in solitude.

In not relying on anyone.

This was something you couldnt see before when those you wished to rely on were alive. But now that they had been taken from you, now that you were left alone, the path that you must follow had been revealed.

It had finally opened up and allowed you entrance.

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On that day a frame of a person in black could be seen leaving the funeral venue of Manjiro Sanos older brother Shinichiro Sano. A black umbrella held high above their head as they emerged from the previously empty building and stalked off into the distance through the lashing rain.

Umbrella swaying back and forth slightly with the current of winds that swept past and chilled the bones of the living to the temperature of the dead. Without a shield of his own to protect himself from the pelting rain, crystalizing rain soaked into Manjiro Sanos funeral garb as he looked out towards the far distance.

The dark clouds high above the earth split open just enough for a streak or two of light to shine through and down onto that small figure with the black umbrella.

The scene that played out before Manjiro, of that retreating blurry figure, was almost picturesque. It would have been more so if the dropplets of rain that rolled down his cheeks were not taunting him as he tried to hold back tears for his dead older brother. Those which he had just returned from trying to wash away in the bathroom.

The day drawled on in a dim grey colour as the tides of emotions felt by those who cared for Shinichiro Sano could not be swayed by words of comfort alone. Words the two Sano siblings uttered to each other in reassurance although not believing the words themselves were saying above what the other said.

You gained no such comfort from anyone never less the man who was suposed to be your older brother.

No, not the one that had been with you from birth.

Not Shinichiro.

How could he? He was the one you were now mourning and would need comforting over.

So not him but instead your other brother.

No, not Shins younger brother Manjiro Sano either. You had never even met him, only caught glimpses from afar.

A brother who was neither one of them, neither Shinichiro nor Manjiro, yet one you could not break away from never the less.

The man who was not even biologically your other older brother. The man who was involved in the last time you saw Shinichiro before his death. The man who did not respond to you when you had asked him if he was planning to attend both of your elder brothers funeral, even though he had been greatly depressed over the matter like you had been.

Izana Kurokawa.

Why? Why couldnt you break away from him?

You didnt know.

You didnt need him to comfort you now. You were strong enough on your own.

Was it pity? A sence of responsibility?

Maybe this was how your mother felt in her decision to keep and birth you instead of simply moving on with her life. A choice that may as well have cost the last of her remaining health.

Through these circumstances the darkness got darker and in turn so did your urge to become stronger.

Not for a reason like Manjiro Sanos. Not to protect anyone else. But only to protect yourself.

Protect yourself from ever again failing to be in control of your own life. And protect yourself from the hellstorm you knew would approch you in the near future chapters of it.

You could feel it coming upon you. That storm.

The world was about to bare its fangs at you like never before. But this time you would be ready for it. This time you would fight back. This time you would not be helpless. You would not let your life be thrown around in front of you while you could do nothing but watch from the sidelines.

This time you would be a force to be reckoned with and the world would be the one who was unprepaired.

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Takemichi Hanegaki walked with alot on his mind. It seemed as if his problems would never end. As soon as he fixed one thing another problem would arise and thats just what it did again this time. Just who was the man they called Izana Kurokawa? The leader of the gang Tenjiku.

Walking through the doors to his school the boy, lost in thought and unaware of his surroundings, knocked into something in front of him.

"Hey watch where your going" a voice rang out

Or someone.

"Oh my God im so sorry i wasnt looking where i wasgoingareyouallright-"

The guy he had bumped into ignored him choosing to start picking up his fallen papers instead.

'Wow how dumb am i? I had been so lost in thought and worried over my new prediciment that i just made the guy in front of me drop all his belongings' Takemichi thought to himself.

Thankfully he hadnt knocked him over. Although he had a small frame the guy didnt seem like he could get knocked down that easily, thankfully, but that also made Takemichi slightly nervous.

Whenever something like this happened he usually found himself getting beat to a pulp two minutes later. Instead though, Takemichi found himself scraping the papers the guy had dropped off the floor as well in an attempt to help and not inconvenience him any farther.

After they both finished picking up the remaining pieces of paper Takemichi then handed the ones he had collected back to the guy. Angling his head upwards to take them from him, Takemichi got a look at the guys face for the first time.

He had a certain look to him, an aura about him that Takemichi, like usual, couldn't quite put his finger on. Especially his eyes, they felt almost familiar like he had seen them somewhere, on someone before. But Takemichi didn't have time to think about all that right now, he had other things to worry about, other priorities.

"I'm really sorry about that, i was lost in thought" he wanted to give a less rambled apology this time to get his honest feelings across.

"It's fine i wasn't looking where i was going too much either" the guy replied. He had a smooth voice, a calming essence to it but an undertone that hinted there was more to his personality than at first glance.

He almost reminded Takemichi of Mikey, however wierd that sounded. He was used to his hypothesis and ideas sounding wierd by now, they had to be if he ever wanted to figure out what was going on around him. No one around here was very normal anyway, including himself. He could time leap and that certainly wasn't normal, that was like a whole superpower.

The most not normal you could get and even then he was relatively alot more normal than most of the people he had interacted with since he time leaped twelve years into the past. If anyone was completely normal around here it would be his girlfriend Hinata Tachibana as well as Hinas friend Emma Sano, Mikeys younger sister.

Probably because they both weren't caught up in all the gang stuff but either way he felt proud to have a girlfriend like Hina.

Lost in thought once again Takemichi unknowingly cluched the paper in his hand ever tighter.

'Wait. Paper?' He thought

He hadnt been holding anything on his hands when he entered the building.

He brought the crinkled paper up and unfurled it, scanning through it. A test paper? This was one of that guys papers.

"Oh, i forgot to give you this o-"

When he turned around the guy was gone.

"Ah he forgot something" Takemichi said to himself.

Since his attention had been captured by that guys resemblance to the President of Toman he had been lost in thought and forgotten to return one of the papers he had picked up off the floor for him. It instead sat half crumpled up in his hand, the one that was now scarred thanks to getting a knife thrust through it in an attempt to help Draken.

As the bell rang for class to begin, he brought the paper back up to look at it once again and something on the cornor of the paper caught Takemichis eye.

"Oh wait his name is on it, i can just return it to him later." Takemichi concluded. "Lets see Mister..."

"Y/n..."

He hesitated when the sight of that persons last name reached his eyes, his brain not willing to comprehend what he saw.

"Kurokawa...?"

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Reader isnt a guy they just think she is cuz she looks like shinichiro alot so they just never think to think shes a girl

Also i know takemichi doesnt know what shinichiro looks like but he thought senju was a guy so-

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airbendertendou · 1 year ago

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CHAI’S WRAPPED! ♥︎

[ENDED.]

[ everything that’s been posted so far! ]

multiple requests are welcome nd v appreciated <3

pick a number 1 — 100 and ill write a small blurb based on the song matching the number!! these are from my spotify wrapped so it’ll b inconsistent + messy <3 keep in mind — these are meant to b small blurbs and quick to read.

you can ask for fluff, steamy, angst, etc ; platonic or romantic scenarios ; au’s are welcome. polyam is encouraged but specify if it’s jus reader dating them or everyone dating each other!

[refer to my post here on what i will not write.]

fandoms included :

tokyorev [live action AND manga/anime], HiGH&LOW, haikyuu, alice in borderland, obey me.

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tagging in hopes that this gets some reach ♥︎

🍓FOREVER TAGS : @star2fishmeg ♥︎

🍓 H&L TAGLIST : @rouzuchan @yuken-gf @strxwberrychocolate @simpforchuchu @thatpoindexterpixy @cheshirecatuniverse @tiredlittlewriter

🍓 TOKYOREV TAGLIST : @night-shadowblood-writes2 @muichirouswifeandhusband @chrofeisnightmaregf

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ranhaitanisgf · 11 months ago

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YESS! i'll reply to the other ask i sent in a bit that u postedxhzjd there is just so much to unpack about our queens thatxhsj i wanna take my time.

BUT YESSS! one can disagree with a character's choices and reactions to certain things and final decisions but ??? hate?? hate a character for something? yeah. like with kisaki for example: i say i "hate" him butdhsjd HIS VILLAIN ARC WAS WRITTEN SO GOOD???? the perfect foil to takemichi fr! i do not agree with him killing off emma and draken and baji and manipulating tora and the shiba sibs but!!!! AAAAAA he was insane for how smart he wasdjjsd ngl i kinda laughed when i read that takemichi asked if he was a time leaper too. im like. "huh..... interesting...?" like. kisaki is one of those people who i have mad respect for. people who plan something to every last little detail. every last crazy left turn and a bajillion little outcomes. my goldfish brain could neverdjsjdj

anyway,, point is,, it's a story! legit HATER haters are taking tokyorev too seriously. wakui wrote one of the best manga involving loops and twists and turns and crime and mystery and chaos. like. pls. yeah, there are things that could be different (cough cough MORE BONTEN AND TOKYOREV GIRLS cough cough). but ultimately?? it's about a story about the charas' choices and outcomes and making mistakes and learning to grow and mature from them. it's about love and passion for family, for friends, for significant others (i refuse to believe that koko and inupi didnt just . leave those gay feelings alone. pls they are so dating in the final timeline). it's about protecting those dear to you, romantic and platonic

AGREEDDDD 100%!!! truly despising and hating any media in general is just kinda like ... whatre u doing w ur life that you have this kind of time and hate for this ?? like the story of tokyo revengers is amazing like you said ! even if you dont agree w choices a character makes .... its literally a character . in a fictional story . like pls spend that energy on something actually useful !!

#ngl i dont like kokonui ship in any of the timelines bc of the whole thing w akane #koko kind of blurring the line between inui and akane #BUT bc akane is alive in final timeline they r def dating 🤷🏽‍♀️

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sweet-little-dude · 2 years ago

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hii taku :)

hope you're doing good and you're well and replenished.

about the giving you a character thing. do Mitsuya! yeah😎

roxie!!! hello!!!

i'm doing well and i hope u are as well!! now with the character thingo-

how i feel abt this character: I LOVE HIM TO DEATH FROM THE EARTH TO THE MOON AND MUCH MORE HE IS MY WORLDDDDD (sorry love mitsuya for like ever he was if not one of the first then the very first tokyorev character i fell in love with it is not even funny) he is like literally everything his character, personality, designnnnnnn like omg he is such a perfect man i wish men like him were real /hj

all the characters i ship romantically with this character: ok so hakkai, DRAKEN, ran, baji (no one get me started on my bajitsuya brain rot thatz saved for me and elys' inboxes only /j), OH MY GOD YEAH PEH YAN *dances* and yeah i think thatz it

my non-romantic otp for this character: probably peh yan in a queer platonic relationship

my unpopular opinion abt this character: he and yuzuha are friends and just friends, like thatz it

one thing i wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: definitely more screentime backstop that kind of stuff with the twin dragons or its tattoos OR more interactions with peh and pah :)

#thank you for the ask!!#buddy boo ; roxannesthingies #takuasks #games

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appreciatingtokrev · 2 years ago

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for that one tokyorev ships bingo but what would you say about draken and mitsuya...

ignore me adding two more random ship bingos i found on my phone- sexual is not ticked bc they would never only have a sexual relationship and i don’t think they’d work as fwbs either,, soulmate thingy is kinda pale bc they are NOT meant for a soulmate au but if i’ve ever seen two people meant to stay with each other for their whole lives wether platonic, romantic, queerplatonic or god knows what it is them.

also actually i have written a fic about them before lol it’s very sad & angst tho bc yk,, that one canon event that happened. and it’s kinda cringy bc i had to explain flower meanings and i did it by listing them which, in hindsight... wasn’t the best way to do it but eh that was nearly a year ago anyways. lmk if you still want the link tho

basically i love them but i am strangely normal about them because i was never truly hyperfixated on them

#dratsuya #draken x mitsuya #tokyo revengers #tokrev #ship bingo

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sakinotfound · 3 years ago

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thank you

pairing: ken "draken" ryuuguji x reader (platonic)

genre: fluff, angst

synopsis: draken and you start living together; draken gets shot (happy ending though)

warnings: very long post under the cut, abuse, unstable childhood, death, sharing the same bedroom (don't worry no nsfw, it's completely platonic), gunshot, blood, mentions of suicide, hospitals

"hold on, so you're telling me you don't even have a proper place to live at the moment?" Draken looked at you as if you had grown horns.

it was somewhere around midnight. one of the TOMAN's meetings had just ended and Mikey had dismissed everybody. you were always one of the last people to leave.

you had a genuine reason though. one; life at home wasn't the best. after your parents had died, you were supposed to live with your aunt and uncle, which was the worst decision your parents had made. they treated you horribly and on top of that the daily domestic violence you had to watch and endure. so you never really wanted to go back 'home', instead you just stalled time till you had to go back.

two; just a few days ago they had kicked you out because according to them "you were too much to take care of". and you weren't mad at them, they weren't wrong. they were very poor, poorer than your parents, they couldn't really afford to take care of a growing child. so for the time being you had literally nowhere to live. you slept in any warm place you found for the night considering most of your daytime was spent in school, library, TOMAN missions and meetings. you never wanted anyone to know about your life, for it was embarrassing to you and the complete opposite of your cool personality many people were fascinated by and many scared shitless of.

well that wasn't the case anymore since Draken found out about this and he was horrified. he just couldn't fathom the fact that a literal fifteen year old was homeless, residing in the streets of Tokyo and was a member of TOMAN, a very crucial member of TOMAN at that. this all sounded like a lie, a joke but you were never the one to make any jokes. always being professional and straight to the point.

and that is exactly how you ended up at Draken's 'home' - a brothel. it would have been weird to others but for you the building was just warm and safe. you tried to refuse and stop Draken but it was a lost game from the start. as he was talking to the manager of the brothel about you staying with him you looked around the place.

you had never got personally involved in any of the boys' lives. Draken had always been quiet and reserved about him anyways, so it was definitely an experience to get to know about your second leader. Mikey and him were the only ones who could give you orders since you worked directly under them and only for them. you weren't part of any divisions and hence had no superiors other than the two blonds.

"y/n c'mere." Draken motioned you towards him.

"okay, so, hypothetically if i were to ask you to share a room with me, different beds of course!" he mentioned quickly. "how would that idea sound to you?"

you stared at him wide eyed, shocked. you just stared at him for a couple of seconds, not believing your ears.

is he joking?

Draken started freaking out thinking he had definitely sounded very creepy and you must be feeling so uncomfortable.

you both were in a brothel and he asked you to share a room. definitely weird. he didn't mean it in that way though, all he wanted was for you to get a place to stay which was safe.

he knew living in brothel wasn't exactly where a child should stay at but he couldn't offer you anything better, he himself could only afford this much. he also knew that the women here would definitely give you a sense of family like they gave to him and you wouldn't feel lonely considering all you really spent time with were the boys and no other friends. even though a brothel, it was a safe place. besides he knew you were more than capable of taking care of yourself. moreover he would be there with you always so triple safety.

"oh my God, i am so sorry y/n, i know ho-"

"bed?" you cut him off with big sparkling eyes.

"huh?" he looked at you confused.

"did you just say, i would have my own bed?"

"i- yeah, of course." his eyebrows furrowed.

"oh my God! thank you! thank you so much Draken. you- i- oh my God." you were on cloud nine.

your face split in a huge smile which you weren't able to control, there was a slight jump in your walk and your eyes were glossy as you tried your best not to cry.

you never had a room, a bed, such a warm and cosy place to call home. it didn't bother you one bit what happened in this building. all your mind could comprehend was: no more fighting, no more abuse, no more threats, no more sleeping on the cold, uncomfortable, back-pain causing wooden floor. and you got to live with one of the only people you trusted!

"wait, you aren't mad?" Draken's eyes widened.

"what- mad? why would i be mad? oh God, you have no idea how happy i am! this is the best thing that has happened to me. thank you so much! you're an angel." all you wanted in that moment was to squeeze the 6' guy standing in front of you in a bone-crushing hug but you refrained from it in order to not make him uncomfortable and for him to potentially change his mind.

Draken's stance visibly relaxed and he seemed much happier now. he sent you a kind smile and led you to your now shared room since they didn't have any more spare rooms for you. it wasn't a hotel after all.

since that day forth, you started living with Draken and your life changed, for good. you both woke up at 7 a.m. together, had breakfast together, went to school together, came back and had lunch, finished homework and helped each other out from time to time, studying for tests together. the girls at the brothel were very welcoming and kind to you. they always helped you and did things for you even when you never asked for help. it filled your heart with so much warmth and happiness. sometimes they would ask you two to help with things like lifting heavy things or getting stuff from the store or ordering them food or massaging them since they were tired.

usually you both left for TOMAN meetings together if any of you wasn't busy. nobody really questioned anything until one time Baji saw you sitting on the driver's seat of Draken's bike and him standing back. that was when they all found out about what was happening.

life was going great, fabulous, you enjoyed every day even though there were always small things that caused inconveniences. but Draken was a great constant support in your life. he was a phenomenal best friend.

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you licked the ice-cream as you exited the ice-cream shop. it was a pleasant evening today, and after a long time you finally had some time for yourself. so you decided to roam around a bit and have some fun. just parallel to the ice-cream shop was an amusement park.

perfect!

as you neared the park, your smile faded from your face. a sudden shock wave hit you like a tsunami. a gunshot. loud and clear. there was no mistaking it. you have heard it before. but not in a fully populated place. it was always indoors or in an abandoned place where nobody could see - both for your and others safety.

being an ex-member of a now disbanded gang and someone who actually dealt with the ugly and serious business of the gang, your fight or flight kicked in and you ran towards the source of sound without a second thought as if on autopilot.

what you saw upon reaching the site made the night even worse. what started as an amazing day turned into a horrific night.

making sure the shooter was nowhere near, you ran towards the direction of your best friend, fellow ex-gang mate and your roommate's limp body as he lay on the concrete, staring at the sky. he looked so peaceful. as if he was contended with his situation, as if he wanted this to happen and would love to end this all and take a much wanted leave from this life of pain and suffering. and although almost all of us have had these thoughts at least once, that didn't mean you were going to let him die.

"DRAKEN!" you screamed as you kneeled down next to his body, beautiful crimson pooling around his torso.

blood drained from your face, as wide eyes stared at his bleeding, dying form. your heart pounded against your ribs erratically. suddenly it felt as if breathing was a voluntary action that you had trouble conducting.

but witnessing these things multiple times in your life as a somewhat assassin for the gang, you were quick on your feet.

it was on the tips of your fingertips, you knew by heart how to handle a situation like this. hell, you could do this in your sleep. yet this time, your body was brimming with anxiety. you felt like you were choking up as a lump formed in your throat.

in the background you could hear Takemichi mumbling something and there was someone, around your age, with him. Always the one to take care of your surroundings, you noticed them standing frozen to the spot. you yelled at them to call the ambulance right now.

you took off your sweater leaving you in a tight tank top hugging your toned torso. wrapping it as tightly as possible around his wound, you applied pressure to it. you had a strong urge to cry but you wouldn't.

this wasn't the time. Draken needed you. crying wouldn't help. besides you didn't want tears to blur your view, you needed to see Draken.

"Draken, Draken are you listening to me?" you asked, your voice cracked but you quickly cleared your throat.

"Draken, i need you to stay awake. do not lose consciousness. i know it's hard but please try to stay awake. please don't close your eyes."

"y/n-"

"shh, you don't need to talk. i am here with you. you'll be fine. i don't think the bullet hit any vital organs, you'll be fine. i promise. just please stay with me, okay?"

it was plausible how firm your voice was and how smartly you were handling the situation considering you were on the verge to bawl your eyes out and vomit from the sheer fear and anxiety coursing through your veins at the moment. all sorts of worst case scenarios, what-ifs (which didn't sound too unrealistic at the moment) were scattered in your brain and you had to put great efforts to not let your panic show or take control over you.

you needed to be calm in order for Draken to remain calm. even though he was eerily calm and collected which was scaring the shit out of you, if you were being honest.

"no, i have to. stop. don't try to save me-"

"shut up Draken. what the fuck are you on about? this isn't a joke. you're acting like you're in your last years, waiting to die. dude, you are like seventeen. chill. you have so much to do, so much to work for-"

"y/n-"

"s-so much to," you gulped hard as you started losing hope every minute that passed. but you shook your head.

no. Draken will not die. i wouldn't let him.

"y/n please. please let me talk. i want to tell you something before i die." for the first time, this evening he shifted his gaze from the sky and towards you. "thank you."

"no!" you screamed, anger simmering in your body. "shut up! just shut up! don't act or-or talk like these are your last words-"

"but they are." he smiled sadly.

"no they are not! they are the fuck not. you aren't going to die. if i said it, i said it. now talk something else to me. let's talk about the new manga that came out. keep talking to me."

Draken laughed at your words which left him coughing up blood and wheezing for air.

"after Emma passed away, i thought i would die. i would kill myself too. i couldn't bear living without her. i had planned my whole future with her, you know? i may not have shown it y/n but you being there with me was what kept me sane. i didn't want to be alone. it scared me, it haunted me. Emma's lifeless body came in my nightmares until you decided to hug me each night before going to sleep and shifted our beds closer. until you kept me so busy i couldn't dwell on those negative thoughts but at the same time helped me with dealing with my lover's death in a healthy way. thank you so much." he took a deep breath.

you shifted the position of the sweater as the previous part was soaked with his blood. you begged the Gods up above to please save him, to bring the ambulance quickly so that he could get immediate first aid and assistance with breathing which was obviously getting hard for him.

"you had always been the sane one except for Mitsuya and i and trust me we are both very grateful for that," you cracked a smile. "it was a blessing having you in our, in my life. i loved sharing my personal life with you which i never thought i would do with anyone. even Mikey isn't that involved, you know?"

it was definitely shocking to hear that. Draken and Mikey had always been the closest. "the same goes for you, pretty boy."

"thank you for being the most amazing best friend anyone could ever have." his eyes crinkled close as he gave you a big smile.

and as if God heard your prayers, you could clearly hear the siren that came with the arrival of an ambulance. never in your life had you been so happy on someone's arrival.

you backed off as the two women carried Draken on a stretcher and loaded it in the vehicle. you quickly got inside.

a somewhat relief found you as you saw the nurse putting an oxygen mask on him whilst the other cleaned the wound, removing your sweater.

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the waiting room outside the operation theater was filled with twelve teenagers namely: Takashi Mitsuya, Chifuyu Matsuno, Keisuke Baji, Senju Kawaragi, Takemichi Hanagaki, Hakkai Shiba, Kazutora Hanemiya, Peh-yan, Pah-chin, Yuzuha Shiba, Hinata Tachibana and you.

Takemichi and Senju had just returned after being patched up following the fight of the three deities. you all waited outside for the doctor to confirm Draken's safety but it had been hours and no one had come out of the room with a bright red bulb attached to the top of it's entrance door.

"y/n?" you looked up to see Mitsuya standing in front of you with two coffee cups. "here have something, you haven't eaten or drank in hours."

looking around you saw everyone with a cup. you smiled at the lavender haired boy, always being the caring one. you mumbled a small thank you and took the steaming hot cup from his hands.

"you did your best y/n, there is no point worrying now. what is bound to happen will happen, you couldn't have done anything else." he smiled at you as he walked to stand near Hakkai.

Hina was talking to Takemichi, they both looked at you and Hina walked towards your drooping form.

"hey." she mumbled, her voice soothing and soft as always.

"hey." you croaked out.

Yuzuha took a seat next to you. the two girls didn't say anything but placed two light kisses on either side of your head, just keeping you company.

this was what made you almost break down. you remembered how Hina, Yuzuha, Emma and you used to comfort each other by giving hugs and kisses. you missed Emma. having already lost one of your friends you didn't want to lose another one.

but just then the doctor came out, making you spring up to your feet and look at the woman expectantly.

your heart raced a mile an hour. negative thoughts threatening to take control of your rationality but you knew better. you yearned for those words you wished you heard that night when your parents died but you never did. you didn't want history to repeat itself.

please not another person i love.

"he is out of danger." the lady smiled.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev platonic #draken #ken ryuuguji #draken x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #draken platonic

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mysouleaten · 11 months ago

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THIEF !! [part two]

PLATONIC! pet shop owners! baji, chifuyu and kazutora x teen!reader

summary... lets see what our thief is up too today?

warnings... one cuss word?, weird girl talking bad about strays

[part one] [part two] [part three]

it was a beautiful morning

you were feeding some stray cats near your apartment. you haven't been living with your parents for about a year now, leaving when you were fifteen and lived in your apartment ever since so yeah you are a sixteen-year-old teen going to high school, beating up delinquents, and working two jobs

what a life, right?

needing to eat and have a roof above your head was a priority, and so did the strays around your apartment complex need too

most of your money would go to the strays outside, but you were smarter with your money, making sure there was enough left for you and your basic human needs

looking back from your spot on the couch to the living-room balcony

a couple of stray cats are licking at their empty food bowls and meowing at you to fill it again

smiling softly and standing up to get the cat food bag that was strangely light and walking towards the balcony

some cats quickly jump off to get away from you, some were still new and hadn't gotten used to you, but others stayed, having been here much longer, and were used to you

pouring the cat food into the four bowls-... well only two

you look inside the bag to see it empty, frowning upon the sight and smell you look at the cats "sorry I don't have enough...ah I have to get more" you pause before clicking your tongue and standing up

but the cats didn't seem mad at the lack of food most instead meowed and two of them even rubbed against your legs and went to eat from the two full bowls

you roll up the empty cat food bag and go back into your apartment to throw it away into the garbage bin

you head to your room to get dressed and to thief some more pet food for your stray babies

damn...you also need to get dog food too...

before actually thieving from the pet shop, you decided to stop at a convenience store to buy yourself some lunch

plus if the owners did see you come in they wouldn't find you that suspicious because you already had a bag with paid stuff in it! you're so smart, pat yourself on the back

walking into the convenience store, one of the employees greeted you, greeting them back and walking to the far back, you found a couple of snacks you liked and some hot food you can put in a microwave

picking up some cool water bottles from a fridge you made your way to the front to get your stuff scanned

"hello! will this be all for you?" a girl, around your age asked

"yeah, that's all" you nod and she gives a light smile and starts to scan your stuff and put them all in one bag

"1533 yen!" she said and you gave her the cash

"I heard there's a pet food thief on the loose," she giggled and you looked up from your phone "hmm?"

"yep, people around the area think is funny that someone is stealing pet food," she said and he scanned your hot food

"really? what about the owners?" you ask with a light smile

"one of them is losing his mind and the other two, I think stopped trying" she barks out a laugh

"re-" before you could say anything else, the girl cut you off and you didn't like what you heard

"but like seriously? how pathetic can you be to steal from a pet shop? it's really sad, but I bet it's for those stupid little strays! I wouldn't bother to feed those-" she went on a rant like she was your long-time friend, and it safe to say you were.. not her friend

"can I please have my change?" you ask and her face heats up and she quickly apologizes and bows her head

"you have.. a great day," you say and she nods

you leave the convenience store with a sour taste in your mouth

'she did not need to say all of that..' you thought, putting your hands in your sweatpants pockets and letting the bag hang off your wrist

you started to walk down the street with a deep frown on your face, you didn't even notice how you sped up your walking until you bumped into someone's shoulder

"sorry, my bad," you say

"it's fine, are you ok?" you look up at the stranger, he had white hair with two black streaks in his hair and a cool snake tattoo on the side of his neck

"your tattoo looks cool" you blurt out

he puts his hand on this tattoo "oh thanks! I know right?" he said

you nodd and then look away "uh mhm sorry again" you bow your head lightly and walk off

'that was a little awkward, damn me and my big mouth..' you thought

you were just in time for some other people to walk into the shop and you followed them in, covering your entry with their bodys

you also noticed the same white-haired guy from earlier 'how'd he get here before me?' you furrowed your brows in confusion but didn't dwell on it for long, you needed that cat food

you looked at the new shelf stacked with cat food 'man I don't have enough..'

looking away from your wallet and looking back at the shelf and then looking around the aisle

a rush hour just hit the pet shop and it worked in your favor. you smiled and grabbed some of the cat food cans and started to take off the wrapper. no one noticed you do it, because they either were looking at the cats or puppies or they were also trying to find pet food themselves

'this is great' you thought, you grabbed a sticky note from your pocket, scribbling a note with your non-dominant hand, and stuck it on where the stolen goods were

you stuck out your tongue a little and walked away care-free

again following a small group of people out of the store, but this time you stayed near the shop and leaned on the wall next to the doors, waiting for the hot-headed owner to find your message

you needed a good laugh before leaving..

"HOW?!- FUCK!"

well he found it alright, you gave a small giggle and kept leaning on the wall

you stayed staring at your phone for another couple of minutes before someone interrupted you, "hey kid.., there's a rain storm coming soon, you better start getting home"

you looked to your right to see one of the owners, he had his hair up in a bun with two strands in front of his face, and a small mole under his left eye

you raised your brows and looked up--dark grey clouds started to slowly drift towards your direction and the wind was picking up--..yep there's a storm coming, you looked back at the shop owner "thank you, sorry for standing here so long"

he nodded "its ok, just get home safe" he waved and left back into the shop, flipping the sign to 'closed' before walking further into the shop and hearing muffling voices inside

you leaned off the wall and started to walk back home, you needed to get your friends into your apartment before they all get soaking wet

this made you speed up in worry for your furry friends

puppies!!! and happy valentines day!

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cheesus-doodles · 2 years ago

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Is it just an incredibly expensive party dress she is trying out or is it really for something else? Bonten Mikey seems to know at least :) Find out in Chapter 3 of Going Home (my Time Leaper darling AU)!

Another amazingly stunning piece by @purarupu ! Thank you again for the incredible work, blows my mind everytime I see it :D Been a while since this was done but just found the opportunity to post this given I commissioned this with Going Home in mind.

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sakinotfound · 3 years ago

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OKAY I WANNA TRY THIS!

send me a request from any of these prompts and a character of your choice but please read the rules and my list of fandoms first.

150 Random Writing Prompts

There’s some fluff, some smut, some angst, and some funny prompts all mashed up from a bunch of prompt lists I’ve found. Absolutely none of these prompts came from me, I just threw a bunch of ones I liked together.

“Come over here and make me.”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Kiss me.”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Just once.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“I fucking hate you”

“He’s dead, again.”

“It’s hard to get used to…” “what is?” “Being someone that someone cares for…”

“The first time you smiled it felt like the universe aligned.”

“It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…”

“Let me do this, please.”

you’re not as funny as you think you are

i’m just getting comfy

just because you can doesn’t mean you should

how don’t you know the difference between your left and right?

thank you for being in my life

text me when you’re home

you are such a nerd

why are you so cold?

stop laughing at me

you were put on this earth to give me a headache

you’re ticklish

can we go home yet?

you are a terrible influence

one of us is clearly smarter than the other

you need some sleep

how have you survived this long by yourself?

are you just quoting song lyrics?

i’m only here for the dog

sleep is for the weak

that was you?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“What? I have never-”

“I do not have an answer for you.”

“In my defense, I really wanted to.”

“At least I didn’t break any laws.”

“What did you do this time?”

“How do we get out?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Just marry me already.”

“Did I stutter?”

“Did I just say that out loud?”

“H-How long have you been standing there?”

“I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.”

“Is that what you call an apology?”

“Is there anything you want to tell me?”

“Somebody’s in love!”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.”

“I’m never leaving…I promise.”

“Uh, am I interrupting?”

“I like you, like like you like you.”

“Be my Valentine?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“God, I love you.”

“You’re so fucking cute.”

“Stop being a fucking prick.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

“You’re my everything.”

“I love seeing you smile.”

“i’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“ i can’t get enough of you.”

“i like being close to you. you’re warm.”

“i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.”

“is this okay?”

“this is a one time thing.”

“you know where to find me.”

“you’re really good at that.”

“here’s my hotel room number.”

“don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”

“Wanna join?”

“Stop doing that”

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”

“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

“ i think i might be in some kind of love with you.”

“say you want me, and i’m yours.”

“you need a place to stay for the night”

“i want to taste you”

“i love it when you talk dirty

“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”

“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”

“i don’t know what to do” “then let me teach you”

“i forgot my towel”

“this feels dirty” “that’s because it is”

“don’t cover you’re face, i want to see you”

“are you sure about this?”

“ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn”

“do you want help with that?”

“im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”

“bend over the desk love”

“is that my shirt?”

“my mother adores you.”

“is that a drawing of me?”

“i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”

“i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”

“stop looking at me like that!”

“i didn’t know you could sing.”

“you weren’t supposed to hear that!”

“you wrote me a song?”

“i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”

“this isn’t adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you.”

“do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

“Take my jacket, it’s cold”

“My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes”

“I’m not going anywhere”

“fuck you.” - “when?”

“no one’s ever made me feel like this.”

“here, let me help you.”

“we’re quite literally fugitives of the state.” - “so no pizza?”

“you’re insane.” - “people keep telling me that.”

“you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.”

“i told you i’d come home to you.”

“i’ll keep you safe.”

“i’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you.”

“i didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“please never stop smiling.”

“Touch yourself for me.”

“Shut up and take your pants off.”

“Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

“How are you this perfect?”

“I’ve waited so long for this.”

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

“Just let me finish this/this level and I swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

“Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..” “Want some help?”

“Tell me again.”

“I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.”

“I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

“Stop distracting me.”

#requests open #naruto #tokyo revengers #naruto x reader #Tokyorev platonic

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eclipse-rain · 2 years ago

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TR ; Yin and Yang : Part 2

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Warnings; Pronouns : she/her, Slight manga spoilers, TW : ¿slight? angst, Tense you/your

Part 1 •Part 3

Masterlist~

You never knew your biological father.

You think you werent suposed to ever find out anything about him.

You think they tried to shelter you.

Your mother and brother did.

To keep it from you like they did with so many other things. Shelter you from the outside world that the eyes and ears of a child are not ment to yet witness.

You heard your mothers husband, your brothers father, had an affair with another woman. That was how your younger non-blood related sister was born.

You wondered why that happened.

Why he had an affair with a woman other than your mother. Why he would do such a thing since mother really seemed to love him so much.

Than again you were never told how you were brought into the world either.

How you came to be.

It had to have happened before he cheated on mother considering you were older than his daughter, even if it was only by a couple months.

Although, even after considering your similarities to that sister you didnt think you were brought into the world quite like how she was.

You didnt think she was born out of love like how you thought shin and his younger brother were. But you also thought that the reason she was born wasnt the same as your reason for birth either.

Which begs the question once again.

Why were you born?

Why didnt she throw you away?

Your mother.

Why didnt she get rid of you?

Out of a sense of responsibility?

They were right.

You knew they were.

When they had said everyone would have been better off if you were never born.

And your mother and brother tried to keep that from you. To shelter you from the truth. But even if you hadnt found out that day, before you even knew the meaning behind those words you were hearing, you probably would have found out one way or another.

Your mother loved your brothers very much.

She even loved their sister who was not her own.

But did she love you?

Could she have?

I mean could she really have?

When you grew old enough to finally comprehend and understand you came to a conclusion.

You didnt think you could have if you were in her position.

So you always asked yourself those two reoccurring questions.

'Why was i born?'

And,

'Why didnt she get rid of me?'

I guess the time had just finally come.

At the worst time when you finally dared to have hope.

You were cast aside.

You were thrown away.

Like you were always ment to be.

You had fooled yourself too long on the delusion of hope. Hope for a better future, for a better life in this world.

Mabey it actually gave you a bit of relief like how it did when your mother died and you thought you no longer had to be kept on the edge of uncertainty, of unknowing. A scared child who finally didnt have to stay strong anymore.

Or so you thought.

You were taken away in that black car and away from any dream, any hope, of a regular life with a normal happy family you had at that time.

Now you had two new questions to answer.

What was your purpose in life?

And where would you go from here?

Unfortunately, though, you didnt know if it was unfortunate for yourself or everyone else, you could now only see one direction that would point you in the direction in which might answer those questions.

And that was down.

Down the wrong path.

The path of darkness.

The path of no return.

Or so they say.

Who's they?

You weren't really sure.

You didnt think anyone was really sure.

No one really knew.

But people fear the unknown.

They fear the darkness.

The embodiment, the physical apperance of the unknown in this world.

Not you though.

You would embrace it.

You had to.

Or it would consume you too.

Then mabey embracing it was like sentencing yourself.

But if that was the case than at least it was the first thing in your life that you had control over.

And you would do anything in your power to keep it that way.

To keep yourself from ever again feeling the powerlessness of those days in which you could do no more than watch as your life was debated right in front of you and you couldnt do or say a single thing to stop it.

When your life was thrown around in front of your eyes carlessly like you were a rag doll. A side character in a story getting in the way of the main characters happiness.

Like you were a doll who was only ment to sit still while her body was moved for her. Her arms and legs repositioned and her face painted on like a mask.

A mask to cover the fact that while she was beautiful on the outside, on the inside she was only hollow.

That she didnt have a soul.

So to keep yourself from ever being thrown away again you would put a lock and chain around your heart and build up the walls of the barrier that had long been forming behind your mask.

You would throw yourself down the path of darkness.

Of tranquillity.

Of refuge.

The only refuge left in this world for you.

You, who had finally been cast aside after being kept on the edge of your seat, on the edge of that pirate ship plank, would take the plunge into that icy water below, into that unknown.

So you would no longer have to seek out those things, for if you let the power to have those things rest in other peoples hands to hold over you it could strike a fatal blow.

A final blow.

One you could not return from and if that would be the case you would rather the finishing blow be by your own hand.

That even if it was in your last moments you would be the one to have control over your own life.

Of course this change didnt happen straight after you were taken away in that black car.

No, no. It didnt happen until two years later.

You had not been so weak willed that you could not retain sanity or understanding or compassion for the situation you and your older brother were in. You had done it many times before.

Fought down your own feelings to please others. Why talk when you could say something wrong? Why breath when you shouldnt be alive in the first place?

'A waste of space' they told you. Live like your dead so you dont bother those around you, thats the least you could do.

And so you would do that once again, although it didnt bother you as much when it was for your brother. Yes, your feelings were hurt but you could understand, couldnt you?

There were responsibilities, there were priorities. So you could push your own feelings aside to not be a bother or a hinderance of any sort. And if you werent a priority for your older brother than you couldnt do a thing about it. Of course this was all just your thought, the way your mind worked, the thoughts that were always flowing without end.

It was another thing in your life that you had no control over. But you tried your best to do so and so you pushed everything as deep in your heart as you could, put everything on the highest shelf so you wouldnt have to face it.

You chose to remain ignorant so that you could keep your older brother even for a little longer. Only, you didnt know how little time that would really be.

You think it actually all started, your decent into the unknown, when locks of your hair fell like those flower petels withering.

Those flower petels, the ones from the flower you layed at the side of your mothers picture.

They withered as time went on.

And so did you.

They say time heals all wounds.

The same 'they' that are afraid of what they dont understand and so in their hardest efforts not to face the truth they make the most practical understanding they can for themselves.

So they can stay ignorant in their own little bubble without having to face the outside world.

Mabey thats what you were doing too.

Creating your own little bubble.

Mabey you were just like them.

Or you would have been, if that bubble hadnt been popped.

Mabey you could also have been blissfully ignorant.

But that chance had long passed you by and the most ignorance you had instead were the four walls of the barriers around your heart that time had also built up. As well as the walls of the orphanage where you were forced to grow up.

The dull damp grey walls that looked like they would blow apart if there was a strong enough wind.

The walls of the orphanage, not the ones around your heart.

No, no, those ones had been built far sturdier, time had been kind to them and done them well, at least thats what you thought.

More hair fell.

Lock by lock you got rid of one of the cursed key features that made you be abandoned by your brother, to you, hacking off as much as your could without mangling your face.

Of course after your mother died and you were abandoned by your older brother there was no adult left to take care of you, shelter you, so naturally you would be staying right you always had been.

In that damned orpahnage.

Though now you thought that if you were going to say goodbye to that same brother, whatever feelings you now held, which even you couldnt quite discern, you should at least not look the same as when he had last seen you.

The last time you had seen him alive which was also the time he had abandoned you.

And mabey for that reason. Your damned appreance. Your damed hair which you hacked off in an effort to pretend like you were actually doing something useful to relieve your anger.

You thought back to that time. The time you last saw him.

No, not the time after your mothers funeral. Not the time you were taken away in that black car by another social worker and back to the orphanage instead of to a warm and happy house with your brother.

But two years after.

Just a little while before the accident that permanently ment you would never again get to see your older brother.

It happened on a day much like the day of your mothers funeral, another day in the pouring rain.

Only this time you had been the one who chose to walk away from shin instead of being taken away from him forcefully.

You heard that hair holds memories.

So that when a girl gets broken up with thats why the first thing they do is cut their hair.

To get rid of the memories, good or bad, to start anew.

To be reborn.

The same could be said here, only when you were done and the slight cuts on your fingers bled from where you were careless with your scissors, you seemed to have replaced one dead face with another.

A newer ghost of a person.

Now instead of the last one you had buried you looked like one whos blood had only recently been spilled. Whos body was basically still warm.

And whos funeral you had been preparing to somewhat attend.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, the way your hair now hacked off into shorter pieces fell around your face, shaping it, made you look strikingly and sickeningly like your older brother, Shinichiro.

The one who now lay in that casket instead of your mother.

Of course he had also looked like your mother.

You both shared much the same face as her, you had heard that his younger brother also had a strong resembalance to her.

You recalled how your mother and even shinichiro had loved your long hair. Your mother would often spend time brushing the soft locks as she sat in her hospital bed with you sat close in front of her body.

She would praised it by saying how beautiful you were and shinichiro would chime in saying you took after her as you would agree and giggle at the compliments you were given.

She would sit and brush it all the while you both talked together in the hospital. And then when ever you would leave and return to the orphanage you often felt a sensation, almost ghost like, of a hand, your mothers hand as she stroked the top of your head.

Then your mind would immediately switch to how shinichiros much bigger, stronger, hand would roughly pat the top of your head with his calloused fingers from working on the bikes in his mechanics shop daily.

Then the question of why you were at the orphanage at all would continuously pop into your head.

Why did shinichiro and his little brother get to live with their grandfather while you lived in this place. Even their little sister lived with them as well.

You had heard that she had previously lived with her mother and her mothers husband but shin had taken her in to live with him when she was three.

This you had not heard from shinichiro or your mother like the other bits and pieces you heard from them about your other siblings. This, you were told by someone diffrent but also in much the same situation as you.

You wondered why emmas mother was willing to let her live with shinichiros family when she already had a family and why didnt your mother, who knew you didnt have any other family, let you live with them as well.

Were you missing something? Were they keeping something from you like they always were? Trying to shield you again? Or was it all just a misunderstanding, a mistake?

Was it because they all shared the same dad while you had no blood relation to him. Their dad had been their grandfathers son so perhaps that was the case. You were only the child of his son's wife so could you really be allowed to be part of their family.

You stared at yourself in the mirror.

You saw your older brother staring back at you.

Your eyes had always looked rather lifeless, creepy even, you had been told by others, but now even more so.

No matter how hard you tried then you couldnt recall what it was like to cry.

Or when the last time you had cried was.

You hadnt shed a single one at even your own biological mothers funeral.

Your eyes remained bone dry, no tears would flow.

Not now, not then, not since a long time.

You had heard that shinichiros younger borther had the opposite problem.

And that he thought it must have stemmed from the conversations he had with his mother. The start of his dream to be strong, to protect.

The conversations about his father in which he recalled the only memory he had of the man before he died. That was of a little superhero action figure and what it ment to be strong.

'Mikey had always tried his hardest to be strong' - like those memories, you had been told.

He always tried his best not to cry. But you, you had the oppsite problem.

You couldnt cry anymore.

No matter how much you wanted to, no matter how much you tried to make the tears come out, your eyes remained dry.

And your heart remained void.

Another memory had started to resurface but you forcefully pushed it away when you heard a noise behind you.

When you turned that person seemed to have just seen your face properly. It was also their first time seeing you with your hair cut short.

You knew then, by the look on their face, that you werent the only one who thought you looked like your older brother.

Like Shinichiro.

"You're not going to the funeral...are you?" You asked in a monotone voice.

You caught the hint of a grimice when you looked him in the eyes, much like how shinichiro had done when you had started to look a bit too much like your mother after her passing.

You stared at the man who had returned back to the dazed look on his face seeming as of he were a million miles away. The man who chose to ignore you as you didnt get a responce to your question but you didnt need one, you knew the answer. You knew he would not be going.

You would once again have to walk up that aisle alone. There would be no hand to guide you this time. You knew shins death had hit the man hard, as it did you. You suposed you just were able to hide it better since hiding your emotuons was something that you had long grown accustomed to doing. You also knew that was most likely the reason he was not going to his funeral and also because of the last interaction this man had with your older brother.

One you had unfortunately been present for. One which unfortunately had also been your last interaction with shin.

At that time you had once again been made witness to the broken trust of another person. Witness to the lies and the heartbreak. To both sides of the story and the unfareness of the world.

Something you were too young to have already witnessed countless times before.

And when your that young and someone who has never yet learned how to rest and been witness to such betrayal, the lines get skewed.

Good and bad. Morals and empathy.

You learn from the wrong person, witness the wrong things and suddenly your walking a whole diffrent path wheather you mean to or not.

You had blocked that out as well, when your vision had been blurred, the lines turned askew. As many seemed to do as a coping mechanism.

Maybe it started at your first betrayal mabey at your last. Mabey it was when your mother died or the conversation you had had with her just before her health went downhill for the final time.

The conversation that would never leave your mind no matter how much you wanted it to.

The day when your mother had taken a turn for the worst in the hospital and you knew the end was near.

That day when the rest of your astranged family all gathered in the hospital as you peered at them from around the corner of one of the white hospital walls.

Those two siblings that you had never before met and their grandfather who knew of your existence and often sent you small presents on your birthday or get well wishes through shin whenever you fell ill but who you had never personally met either.

And shin stood in the middle of them all as you peered around the corner at him hoping he would spot you as you had come looking for him.

The news had just been shared. Your mother was dead and they were just about to go into the room to see her lifeless body laid out on the hospital bed where she spent the last years of her life.

You had yet to see her but you had been with her when she had taken a turn for the worst.

You were the one who alerted the nurses and made the call to your older brother about what had happened before the hospital could.

You had yet to see her lifeless body but you didnt want to, you couldnt, not when you had been the last one to see her alive.

You could hear the crying of a young girl from inside the room and you watched as a moment later a blond haired boy who looked much around your own age stormed out of it and veered towards the staircase before decending down them.

That must have been shins younger brother. The one who was so hung up on the idea of being strong. You wondered then what his idea of strength was. If he could cry without restraint in a house where he didnt have to be strong to survive. When he could rely on other people, the people around him, his loved ones and the ones who loved him back and if he couldnt than his only barrier was himself.

Like yours was, like your is.

Although you hadnt started to build barriers around your heart until a while later.

But you already know how that part of the story goes.

A minute later shin also came out of the room. His head turned in all directions around the hall. He was probably looking for his younger brother who had left the room a little while before him, you had thought at that time.

And mabey he was or mabey he was really looking for you. You didnt know and you didnt want to find out so that if the answer was one you didnt like you wouldnt have to bury your feelings once again like you always did for those around you. For the sake of happiness for everyone else even at the cost of your own.

"He went that way" you said as you pointed a small finger in the direction of the stairs in which Manjiro, Shins younger brother had decended.

Shin had stopped when you said that. You expected him to turn and go in the direction you had pointed to, to follow and console his brother but he only stared at you.

You had stayed in your position hiding behind the corner of the hospital wall when you had spoken, only showing half of your body. Shin started to slowly walk over to you and you backed behind the wall more. So that you would both not be seen together if anyone were to leave your mothers room and venture into the hall or if his brother were to walk back up the stairs that also led to it.

He turned the corner to follow you and now with you both behind the wall he was standing in front of you as you both stared at each other neither knowing what to say.

What could he say in this situation. He didnt know. He was the adult. Ten years older than you who was only two months older than Emma. Making you thirteen months younger than Mikey. You were still a child and you had just lost your mother.

The only parent you had and the only other person you had with you all your life other than him. What could he possibly say except...

"Im sorry" he murmured as his voice cracked holding back tears.

"I'm so, so sorry" he repeated as he knelt down on the hard white tiles of the hospital floor in front of you and wrapped his arms around your much smaller body.

You could do nothing more than stay still as he hugged you. It hit you then. Your mother was really dead this time. There was no going back from here.

You couldnt move. You couldnt cry. You couldnt think.

It was a rush of everything and nothing all at once.

So you just let him hold you.

You let yourself rely on him.

And that was the worst mistake you could have made.

But you couldnt stop yourself.

And in that moment you didnt want to stop yourself.

Right then all you wanted was to fall into his warm embrace.

You wanted to soke in your amazing older brothers light and reminisce in all the memories you had with your mother that you would never have again and that you could never make more of.

But that embrace he gave you spoke to you.

It told you kind words.

Words that said 'its going to be alright'.

And just for a little while...you would let yourself believe that.

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feitania · 3 years ago

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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞; 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐝

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: it doesn't matter if you're not their biological younger sibling -when you decided to move in with the haitani brothers you sealed the deal with the devil and now you're the owner of one over-protective beauty queen who always needs to be in your buisness and a messy sports nerd who plays his awful mixtapes all day long. You still love them, even if you would like a break from their weird habit to gatekeep you from time to time. Or; how the haitani brothers would act if they had a younger (not blood related) sibling who just wants to have a date

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘: Haitani Ran, Haitani Rindou

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: after the new character book came out I couldn't stop thinking about them being so human and dumb -I love my awkward boys so much.

Can you guess who your date is in this story?

Reader is gender neutral but wears a dress here.

Part two

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Ran being the absolut worst, cursing, threats of violence, Ran-centric, dialoug heavy, slight slut shaming if you squint but also not really

The first thing you noticed when you joined the Haitani household and their spacious apartment was that there was always something to do.

From picking up the empty bottles and snacks from one of Rindou´s parties to cold washed clothes blocking the bathtub, waiting to be dried.

Your first instinct was to clean up their mess but after the third time of Ran just dumping his laundry in front of you -seemingly getting a little too comfortable with leaving the clean up to you- you snapped, resulting in a screaming match between you and Ran while Rindou sat on the couch terrified of the both of you.

Throughout the years you learned it was useless to try running after them, they would eventually clean up when they had to, even if it was only because the place got so messy Rindou couldn´t find his glasses anymore and Ran was unable to sit down without wrinkling one of his expensive designer clothes.

When Ran comes home today though, he is greeted with the unusual sight of you buzzing through the kitchen, washing the dirty and already clean dishes while listening to music. In general, the apartment looked more tidied up than when the brothers first moved in, only having two beds and a few boxes to fill the apartment.

something is wrong.

His mood sours a little. You´re not allowed to have fun without him knowing.

You turn around to greet him when you hear the front door slam shut but stop when you see his distasteful look.

The taller one looks you up and down before pointing at you.

“What is that?” he asks, still gesturing up and down your body.

“That´s my body ran”

“Shut up, that is not what I meant”

You raise a brow and cross your arms, looking at your brother with the same hostility he gives you.

Ran comes into the open kitchen space and leans against the bar counter, still giving you a judgemental stare.

“Well, what do you mean?”

“What are you wearing?”

“A dress.”

“That´s not a dress,” he scoffs, “that´s a shirt.”

you look down at yourself to eye the dress you wear.

At the same moment, Rindou appears in your vision, trotting through the living room past you and ran with a tired look and half-closed eyes, slumping down on a bar stool and resting his head on his folded arms.

“Nice dress,” he murmurs and gives you a thumb up.

Ran hisses.

Not finding anything wrong with the piece of clothing you wear you look up again with an annoyed expression.

“what´s your problem with it exactly?”

“It´s too short,” he explains matter of factly, like it´s as obvious as the color of the sky.

Sometimes his confidence makes you want to tug one of his braids until it rips off -knowing ran though he would probably kill you before you´re even close enough to touch it.

“What do you mean it´s too short, it´s totally normal! The girls you bring home wear worse things.”

Rindou snorts while his older brother grimaces at the comparison.

“I don´t want my siblings to look like whores,” the dark-haired challenges sharply, straightening up to probably assert dominance or something, you don´t know.

Ran tends to get irritated when people don´t listen to what he says immediately and subconsciously tries to over-power them with dramatic body language. Sadly it´s a trait his brother also started doing a lot lately.

“But big bro, you look like a whore most of the time too,” Rindou quips from where he is slumped over the table but his violet eyes still perk up to look for rans reaction, which doesn´t come.

The other ignores his brother in favour of changing his pose to a more patronizing one, hand on his hip.

“Rindou,” you start and turn to the blonde, now trying to look innocent and helpless, “please help me out here.”

“What do you want me to say?” He finally sits up more and adds “where are you going anyway?” after a short silence.

“I´m going on a dat-“

“No.”

You blink. Ran blinks back. Rindou snickers from behind.

“No?” You repeat dumbfounded before the word and implication goes through your head completely.

“What do you mean no?” you ask, scandalized at the audacity of your brother, the brother who went to juvie with 13 and spends most of his time fighting little kids.

“No as in you´re not going. Especially not on a date.”

He sounds calmer now, more serious.

“Oh my god, are you serious now, Ran?” You laugh aghast giving the blonde Haitani a I can´t belive this look to get some back up from him.

“Is he serious, Rin?”

“Don´t try to involve me in this.”

Rindou gets his phone out, empathizing his lack of interest and wish to be left out of this. While Ran is weak against your and Rindou´s puppy eyes and spoiled wishes Rindou is, in turn, unable to refuse or stand up to his brother. At all.

You have seen Rindou lock himself into the bathroom to avoid a conversation with a moody Ran before.

“Why don´t you want me to go on a date?”

“You´re too young.”

“I´m an adult?!”

“And?” Ran throws his arms up -dramatically again- nearly pushing over an empty wine bottle and hurriedly catching the it mid fall with his left arm, the right still in the air.

“We could tag along,” the younger suggests without really meaning it when you whine at Ran but you shake your head.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not? Are you ashamed of us?” now the blonde one is openly mocking you, either not seeing the problem with the whole situation or simply too used to it to care.

“Rindou!” you whine again.

Ran stays silent for a minute, seemingly thinking long and hard about something before he asks “who are you going on a date with?”

You stop in your tracks flabbergasted, the curse words prepared for your brothers die in your throat. You didn´t think Ran would ask a smart question, if you were honest.

“Uhm… he,” you start unsure then stop yourself, “wait it´s none of your business with who I am going out with. Why do you wanna know?.”

It´s true. You are your own person and it shouldn´t matter -still the real problem lies indeed in who is taking you out. There was no chance in hell Ran or Rindou would let you even be in the same room as your date if they would know who it is.

“There are a lot of bad guys out there, you know,” Rindou says still busying himself with his phone.

“He isn´t. Believe me. You both even know him,” you try to sooth your brothers unsuccessfully -Rindou just snorts, still not looking up from his phone and Ran gives you a pitiful look.

“Darling, everyone we know is a bad guy.”

Touche.

You turn around to get yourself a glass of water, trying to gather your thoughts and avoid the possibility of Ran sabotaging a date you waited months for just because he couldn´t handle that you weren´t a kid and attached to your brothers´ hips anymore.

“Okay but,” you try anew and come closer, resting your elbows on the bar counter facing both Rindou and Ran, “you two can´t tell me you aren´t the bad guys you warn me about every chance you get.”

Both want to say something but you leave them no room, your new tactic now is giving them no time to recover for an answer. “You also surround yourself with said bad guys.”

“We only introduced you to the Tenjiku executives though.”

“Yeah, see? You let Izana talk to me too. And he isn´t exactly an angel.”

“We don´t let him take you out on date though,” Rindou comments helpfully and his older brother nods along.

You don´t think it´s the right time to mention that Izana kissed you last year at Rindou´s birthday party.

Or that he did it again a month ago at Ran´s birthday.

You stand up. Ran follows your movement, ready to pounce and drag you away from the front door you were eyeing the whole time.

“You can´t lock me up here, Ran.”

“Watch me.” He has never looked so sure of something in his life.

“That´s kidnapping!”

“Do you think we are above that?”

You let out a frustrated “let me go!” and throw the wine bottle Ran secured earlier against the wall in anger, watching with a little satisfaction how the glass breaks. Rindou´s eyes widen at the mess next to him but Ran stays unimpressed. It´s not the first nor last time one of you three throws stuff around in a fit.

“No.”

“You are so patronizing!” Another bottle makes it´s way over Rindou´s head to the wall.

“No, I´m not!” He matches your voice now, standing straight and puffing his chest out like an angry bird.

“Yes, you are, Ran. Last week you didn´t even allow Rin to get a nose ring.”

“Because I didn´t trust the piercer! He was obviously not qualified for his job.”

“Ran,” the blond Haitani finally addresses his brother directly with a little more life in his voice, “we literally got our first tattoos in a back alley.”

“Well,” Ran starts, stops, opens his mouth to continue and closes it again. He scoffs instead.

Just when you want to start throwing another bottle the ringing of a phone fills the kitchen. You peer up to Rindou who shakes his head.

“Not mine,” he mouths. Ran´s eyes zoom to your dress pocket. Slowly, you get your phone out -it was indeed the one ringing- and answer the call.

“Hey babe, I´m outside. Want me to come up to get you?” a smooth and dark voice greets you and you have to suppress the big smile creeping up on your face.

“No, no. I´m coming down now.” You hang up, deciding to not entertain Ran and Rindou with this non-essential conversation anymore.

Leaving them both in the kitchen you take your bag and grab a jacket, ignoring Ran who is hot on your heels and Rindou following him like a lost baby duck.

“ I said you can´t just go. I will kill this guy,” he tries again. You sigh.

Why is he like that, you ask yourself silently but deep inside you know why. Ran is a helicopter-mom. Always was and always will be.

“Oh really?” You amuse him, “and how do you wanna do that?”

He gives you an empty look before walking over to the couch table where his baton lies, picking it up and weighting it in his hand pensively. This is getting ridiculous.

“I don´t know yet but I have a few things in mind.”

He tries to be intimidating, he really does. But after years of living with him and seeing how he sleeps with silk eye-masks and a sleeping satin bonnet you are sure that only god could make you feel fear now.

“See you later Ran. Bye Rin” smiling, you turn around and open the door but Rindou is faster, blocking the way. You raise a brow.

“At least wear this,” he murmurs, pushing a long coat into your arms, “so no one can look under your dress.” Rolling your eyes you take the coat.

“Thanks.”

Running down the stairs of the building you hope to get to your date fast enough before Ran could change his mind and run after you -trying to out run him is a lost battle, really.

And when you finally escape the overbearing hell of your brothers´ love, your dates already waits for you, sitting on his bike and smoking.

When he spots you, he jumps off the cheetah patterned front seat and opens his arms with a big, charming smile on his face.

“Hey, dove. Glad you got out in time.”

His voice is so nice, especially when he hugs you tight and plants a little kiss on the top of your head.

“Oh don´t worry, as long as they don´t see you here y- “You can´t finish your sentence when a loud scream sounding vaguely like no from above startles you and your date.

When you two look up you tense, identifying the source of the scream as Ran, hanging from the balcony like he wants to jump any moment.

“Y/N get back up here now! Not him! Not this guy,” Ran yells down. Your date laughs and waves up to your brother.

“Hello, nice to see you again,” he greets cheekily and gets a “fuck you” back from Rindou, who seems to keep Ran from falling off the railing.

“Oh fuck,” you curse, “go, go, go, go, go!” trying to get your date to hurry you push him towards his bike and climb behind him, just in time when Ran disappears, probably planning to get after you.

When the tall guy in front of you doesn´t start his absurd colored motorcycle straight away you slap his arm.

“Damn, Babe, so bossy,” he jokes but finally starts the bike, driving away before your brothers could catch up to you.

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