#toyko revengers bonten

[goddessofwidsom]

Can you make a reader that Is clumsy and always tired with a yandere bonten and see how they react end with fluffffff

You from a young age has always been a sleepily child and your parents got worried and took you to the hospital only to find out you have low blood iron so when yandere Mikey find this out he thinks it cute but is also ticked that your attention isn’t on him 25/8 and it’s spent sleeping he would probably just cuddle with you all day and sleep with you and let you sleep on him no one else can see this side of you only him only for you only his sleeping beauty

Rindou he would be not be mad at first but irritated then warm up at you and hug you even letting you sleep on his lap as he caress your cheek going as far as to bring pillows for you ahead of time and kiss you his favorite thing to do is cover you in his jacket and show everyone that yours his besides with you so tired and sleepily to do anything you need him

Ran would laugh and say it cute and call you a sleeping beauty or a princess whose to high in the sky to even open her eyes and make backhanded compliments but he would always let you rest your head on his chest or shoulder and let you snooze away he honestly doesn’t mind it makes the chance of you escaping less

[izunx]

thank you fanfic writers out there cus its so fuckin hard managing a page and writing everyday bye 

[applemilkie]

Masterlist for Tokyo Revengers

Master's Masterlist

General/Multiple Characters:

milky-mink's masterlist (mostly Tokyo Rev.)

Yeosatinyngz's Tokyo Rev. Masterlist

b-0-ngwat-3-r-deactivated202404's Masterlist 🪦

Their hand slips during arguement (Taiju, Kazutora, & Hanma) (sfw)

Tokyo Rev. charts, random (sfw)

Tokyo Rev. Men (basically all) ~ as BF HC when they get jealous (contains some nsfw)

Tokyo Rev. Men in heels HC (sfw)

Tiktok thin-eyebrow prank on Tokyo Rev. Men (Draken, Nahoya, & Souya) (sfw)

Tokyo Rev. Men reacting to South being a caring older brother (Takemichi, Draken, Mikey, & Baji) (sfw)

S/O is lonely at school, what bf does (Smiley, Rindou, & Kazutora) (sfw)

Yandere!Mikey, Chifuyu, Izana, Ran ~ HC s/o's parents demand break up for safety (sfw)

How ppl found out ur dating (lit any popular + pretty male character) (sfw)

Tokyo Rev. Boyfriend HC (Mikey, Draken, Baji, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Hakkai, Kazutora) (sfw)

They accidentally brush ur hand with theirs (Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Mitsuyu, Hanma, Kisaki, Baki, Smiley, & Angry) (sfw)

Sentences from their s/o that makes them cry (draken & Mikey) (sfw)

Pregnancy Announcement (chifuyu, Souya, & Nahoya) (sfw)

Yandere Headcanons (Hanma & Senju) (sfw)

You're a cheater (Emma, Takemitchi, Mitsuya, Kokonoi, Manjiro, Hakkai, Wakasa, & Izana) (sfw)

What age Toyko men like (sfw)

How Tokyo Rev. Characters Camp (sfw)

A Brief Description of Toman at an Amusement Park (sfw)

Bonten:

Yandere!Bonten ~ Executive reader being 10x closer with her secretary (sfw)

Yandere!Bonten ~ Finding you again later on in life (sfw)

Yandere!Bonten ~ Making Bentos for them (sfw)

Yandere!Bonten ~ Escape them + getting captured + ur preggo (sfw)

Mikey:

Yandere!Mikey ~ Forgotten Marriage Promise (nsfw)

Yandere!Mikey ~ HC of Darling who secretly shares Candy (sfw)

Yandere!Mikey ~ as a soft yan(sfw)

Yandere!Mikey ~ Escaped him and left (sfw)

⇡ pt.2. he finds u

Yandere!Mikey ~ You'll always be mine (sfw)

Baji:

Yandere!Vampire!Baji ~ My Bloody Valentine (nsfw)

Yandere!Baji ~ Bare your teeth for me (nsfw)

Yandere!Ghost!Baji ~ Alone no more (sfw)

Yandere!Baji and Kazutora ~ HC (sfw)

Kazutora:

Bully!Kazutora x reader ~ Want you so bad (nsfw)

Yandere!Kazutora x reader ~ Birthday Stalker (nsfw)

Tiger Hybrid!Kazutora (nsfw)

Step-brother!Kazutora x reader (nsfw)

Kazutora x reader angst ~ The other women (sfw) (This one hurted me badd)

Yandere!Kazutora ~ Bloody Love Letters (nsfw)

⇡pt.2. Yandere!Kazutora ~ Bloody Love Letters (nsfw)

⇡pt.3. Yandere!Kazutora ~Bloody Love Letters (nsfw)

Yandere!Kazutora and Baji ~ HC (sfw)

Hanma:

A Round of Poker (nsfw)

sneaking into ur room (nsfw)

Kisaki:

Kisaki violating Takemichi's gf (nsfw)

crushing on ur boss (nsfw)

ex-bf sells u too Kisaki (nsfw)

Nahoya:

How would they treet you quiz ~ Yandere (sfw)

Souya:

Yandere!Souya gets jealous (sfw)

Yandere!Souya ~ Jealous ogre (sfw)

Sanzu:

Sanzu's phases all put tgt in a room (sfw)

Basic (Canon Info abt him) (sfw)

Daughter of Manjiro (nsfw)

Kakucho:

Yandere!Kakucho ~ Baby Trapping (nsfw)

Yandere!Kakucho ~ as ur secret admirer HC (sfw)

Yandere!Kakucho ~ Not just some stupid crush (sfw)

Izana:

Yandere!Izana ~ w/ a Nanny Darling (nsfw)

Taiju:

Yandere!Taiju ~ Reader gets kidnapped and lives with him HC (sfw)

Wakasa:

Yandere!Wakasa ~ How he handled reader's rejection (sfw)

Pah Chin:

Pah Chin appreciation (sfw)

[toloveawarlord]

Ch. 1

♥ Pairing: Hajime Kokonoi x Koharu Shiratori

♥ Rating: 18+ Sexual Content; Gang Violence/Activities

♥ Timeline: Bonten

♥ OC summary: Koharu Shiratori becomes Kokonoi's wife in an exchange between her father and the Bonten Executive. The lawyer is thrust into a position of power within the criminal organization.

♥ wc: 1.9k

♥ a.n: I'm fascinated with Bonten. There was so little of them in the manga that I want to write so much for them.

The voicemail left by her father made her stomach churn. He'd used a sweet tone, meaning that he wanted something, like another loan. Koharu nearly deleted it, intent on ignoring it. She exhaled her annoyance as she stepped off the elevator on his floor.

Two well-dressed men were outside the suit she needed to enter. Intimidators. "Koharu Shiratori. Whatever business your boss had with my father, it's my business as well."

One removed a phone from his pocket, not bothered by the impatient tapping of her crimson heeled shoe. "Boss, she's here."

Koharu frowned, suspicious that her arrival had been discussed. She also didn't like the way they escorted her inside, caging her between them as if she were a prisoner. The muscle wouldn't answer any questions, but she was stopped before entering the office.

Peering through the carefully placed crack, she was only allowed to witness the exchange.

"Please, I promise to repay you. I just need more time!"

Disgust crossed her features. She loathed the way her father groveled before the man half his age, down on his knees, face on the floor, desperate for a little more time.

Absolutely pathetic.

"How long did you intend to test Bonten's patience? I took time out of my very busy schedule, which should clue you in to how fucked you are."

Koharu couldn't see his face but hearing the name Bonten struck fear into even her. What an absolute moron! And even worse, he was in so deep that an executive was here.

He continued to berate her father, stating an astronomically high amount of yen owed. "The only thing keeping you alive, shit for brains," he slammed his foot into her father's head, "is the agreement we made. I assume you've signed all the necessary paperwork I had delivered?"

Blood squirted from his clearly broken nose. His voice nasally. "Yes! Yes, it's all worked out. She'll be here any moment-"

If the vague contract wasn't enough to unsettle her, the two men each grabbed one of her arms, as if she were about to run, sure as hell did. What had this fool done this time? Koharu didn't quite like the idea of being dragged inside, so she didn't resist.

"Koharu, sweetie!"

"Don't sweetie me. I'm not going to bail you out again." Not that she even could. Koharu wasn't lacking in money, but she didn't have billions.

Her father couldn't meet her gaze, but it wasn't out of remorse. "This is my daughter, Koharu, and everything is signed on the desk. I'm very appreciative of your generosity."

His groveling was repulsive. Koharu snatched the documents off the desk, scanning their contents.

"Get him cleaned up."

The shuffling around didn't break her concentration. The original loan amount... a second loan amount. The implication that Bonten had baited him into this contract wasn't lost on her. Clearly, they wanted something from her father, but he didn't have anything of worth...

Crimson irises scanned the settlement agreement for a second time.

5 years to repay the second loan amount... and the original would be repaid in full in exchange for Koharu Shiratori.

He sold her to Bonten, to this man, Hajime Kokonoi. There was even a forged marriage certificate among the documents.

Koko merely watched her, curious as to how she was going to take the news. He drank in her figure, skirt brushing against her bare thighs. It had taken a decent amount of time and effort for him to find her. Koko wasn't interested in love. Having a wife was convenient.

Anger swelled inside her, but Koharu shoved it back down as best she could. Her line of work required her to control her emotions before a courtroom, remain professional. And she was consistent in her everyday life. "Honestly, you would have been better off killing him. He's never made a good financial investment in his life."

It would be an endless battle attempting to fight this. The forgery was solid. And court battles were quite expensive, and her funds were limited compared to Bonten.

They could also choose to cut their losses, and Koharu quite liked being alive.

Koko strode forward, turning her to face him. Pretty crimson eyes. A body he'd enjoy exploring. She wasn't trembling or crying. Hell, she hadn't even begged him for her freedom. He buzzed with excitement. She was a good choice. "To repay the debt would take a lot more than his life. I'd be forced to either take your pretty head, or more likely, sell you for a decent price."

Koharu didn't resist when his finger hooked under her chin to lift her head. An appraisal.

"Doesn't being a wife suit you better than becoming a prostitute? Really, you should be grateful. Nothing is too expensive or too much for my wife. So long as you behave, that is."

A veiled threat. Promising a life that only few could really afford, but it came with a heavy price. Koharu wasn't unfamiliar with gangs and criminal organizations. After all, that's the easiest way to get large payments.

But she wasn't stupid enough to get involved with Bonten. She didn't take cases against them, or with any of their affiliates. And now, she was being thrust to the very top of the organization.

"That contract makes me a prisoner, not a wife."

Oh, he did love that defiant look in her crimson eyes. Koko traced his thumb over her rose stained lip, idly wondering how she tasted. "The ink is already dry, Koharu. How you feel is really irrelevant. You belong to me." That wouldn't change no matter what. He'd put in a hell of a lot of work to make this happen. He wasn't about to let her go.

"I understand the terms of the contract. What I can't quite grasp is why someone like you wants a wife."

"Someone like me?" Koko mused the question, drawn in by her line of inquiry.

He hadn't taken offense to the question, like most would have. Koharu wanted to gather as much information as she could before she attempted any type of negotiation. It was an ironclad contract. She had to accept that.

"You could pay for the most beautiful women willingly to do anything you wanted, at your beck and call every hour of the day, but instead, you took a loss of a quarter billion yen in exchange for me. And I can assume that a decent amount of research was conducted." If so, choosing her would be a battle. He'd be aware of her typical behaviors.

So fucking smart. One of the many reasons he'd picked her. He detested dumb. He didn't want a housewife who's only concern was pleasing him. No, Koko wanted a challenge. Someone who would entertain him.

He backed her against the desk, fingers picking at the buttons of her top. "Yes, I've learned quite a lot about you. Law degree. Partner at a famous firm. Incredibly hardworking. Your rate of winning cases is nearly at 100%. Your friends are in various social circles, giving a wide network of information. I did have to make sure you wouldn't be a liability. No hidden children that might come crawling for money."

Koko pushed the fabric off her shoulders, gaze traveling down to the tops of her breasts peeking out of her white bra. It had been a disappointment that he couldn't find any photos showing more of this part of her exquisite body. Even in formal wear, she kept herself modest. "You have a star shaped birthmark on the inside of your left thigh. Clean medical records. No surgery or broken bones."

Information anyone could get with her medical records. Koharu wasn't impressed. "That hardly explains why I'm of interested to Bonten." They had their own lawyers. She wasn't sure if any of the other top members had wives. Bonten had never been of interest to her.

"Ah, yes, that." Koko clicked his tongue, an almost apologetic expression flickering across his features before a charming smile bloomed across his lips. "You're a personal project for me. It's not Bonten who searched you out. However, you'll be put to good use."

That wouldn't be a problem. Koharu wasn't going to give up her career, being his wife or not. "I won't take anything less than what my clients already pay."

He chuckled. Fuck, he wanted to play with her right this second. But this was work, no matter how pretty she was. "It's not necessary."

"I never beg anyone for money. I expect proper compensation for my services. Even from Bonten. Being your wife is irrelevant to this point."

Koko could see how she got so far in her career with her young age. She held her ground, not afraid to demand the things she deserved. A good quality in business. "Alright, you win. We can discuss the amount another time."

The knock on the door broke their negotiations. Koko removed his hands from her soft sides, taking the documents from the desk to look them over himself. He was impressed with her so far.

Koharu fixed her top, smoothing out the material. It would surely look as though he'd been testing out his wife's capabilities, at least to his subordinates.

Her father still held a tissue to his bruised nose. "Is my daughter satisfactory, Mr. Kokonoi?" He sucked up to the executive. Money was the only thing on his mind, already thinking of how to use the marriage to his advantage to get more revenue.

"Yes."

Koharu thought herself to be composed, but his unapologetic features reignited the fire. The muscle nearest to her wasn't quick enough to stop her from snatching the gun in his waistband. Honestly, she thought he was a fool for not having it better secured.

The other pulled his gun but Koko held up his hand to stop him. Her aim wasn't in his direction. It was pure exhilaration. This woman had surprised him more than once in their short interaction. What else could she do to excite him?

"Koharu, sweetie. You have to do this for daddy, okay? It'll be good for you. I always thought you'd never marry since you're so abrasive and unsociable to men-"

"Wrong choice." Koharu aimed and pulled the trigger, lodging a bullet into his thigh. His cry of pain soothed her anger. He deserved one in the head, but that would make it impossible for him to pay the second loan, and that would put her life in jeopardy. "Stop sniveling. You won't die."

She offered the gun back to the guard, dusting her hands on her skirt. "Is there any reason for us to still be here?" She'd never set foot in this suite again. He was dead to her.

"No, if you're ready. We've an appointment to purchase a new dress for tonight's event. You'll be accompanying me, and I'll be announcing you as my wife." Koko had planned meticulously for this to coincide with a business meeting. He'd get to test out how Koharu would work for him in that setting.

"If it wasn't clear, don't contact me. I'm no longer your daughter." Koharu said, brushing her silver locks back. She exited the suite with her new husband, as if their marriage had been one of love and planning, not of a contract.

After that display, he had little doubt that she'd excel.

She wouldn't be a prisoner. Love had nothing to do with this partnership, but Koharu could play the parts required of her. Her debut at an elite party hosted by the infamous Bonten... It almost excited her.

[bluebellrings]

Old drawing but yeah I drew the most problematic, most emo, can effortlessly solo ur favs, and the most gorgeous taiyaki lover in Tokyo Revengers! Based from this manga panel

[authorluvgxbby]

Day 7 of writing Bonten men in "The Office" Scenarios

Kokonoi: *Shouting* I. DECLARE. BANKRUPTCY!

Ran and Sanzu: Says who?

Kokonoi: Says, your weekly paychecks.

[rindoushousewife69]

[mochiswifey]

TOKYOREV NONSENSE

The vibes. Hits different.

[honoredbastard]

ෆ self indulgent and entilted

characters — bonten!rindou haitani  + *yakuro nanami (oc) .

content and warnings   — mentions of drugs ( yo sanzu ), clubbing, stalker mention, mention(s) of drugging, yelling, angst(?), swearing, and so on.

note  — sorry for the dark content hhhhh, it came with the idea of ackerman being a yakuza that hated bonten and wanted yakuro gone. it may actually be apart of the fic i’m outlining..... these men hold my heart and WILL NOT LET GO OF IT. also they just like dive into my brain 24/7. help i had a fit over what looked best for three hours- at this point i’mma probably make a lil sum’ for sanzu. i love this man and i can’t stop having him appear in my stories that involve bonten. like this guy is 24/7 in the back of my mind.

                                         *Yakuro Nanami.                                            he/they/bun! 

                  Now playing ayanami  — by satin

rindou woke up first to yakuro wearing his bunny ears and a bunny pajama set that he seemed to just slip on before marching into bed. it was cute, but there was still smudges of makeup on his face and the dark circles of terrible inconsistent sleep. rindou sighed, brushing away blonde parts of hair that yakuro was chewing on. 

“yakuro.” rindou lightly pushed yakuro’s shoulder, trying to wake the boy in his semi bunny work attire. “rindou? rindou....” yakuro groaned, his head searched for rindou’s lap or hand that he could lean into. just exist near, to feel his skin and be aware of his warmth, that he was alive and not dead. that he stayed the whole night. “morning doll.” rindou smiled quietly, brushing his fingers over the boy’s hair. 

there was a knock on the door, “come in” as if that was a full offer to entangle himself with the couple he busted through the door and made a running start to jump onto the couple. “HI!” “i don’t do the touching, i’ll sit and pour you your drink and be your personal bunny. please treat the bunny well and we will have no problems. if they bunny feels uncomfortable the bunny has full rights to leave and find a new client. if you understand these rules please enjoy your bunny.”

yakuro stated as if he was at work. it was grilled into his brain and always had to repeat it infront of new clients. working at a bunny suit club was not it, almost rolling over onto sanzu. “bad work day?” “bad work day.” rindou confirmed sanzu’s suspicions with three simple  words. “yaku..” “no.” “yakuuu.” sanzu scooted in between the two, poking yakuro’s cheeks aggressively. he seemed sober, thank god. 

rindou shrugged the mans presence off and trudged to the bathroom to wash and whatnot. “you have another shift, ran told me to wake you up. “that’s not my problem. tell my boss to go fuck himself with a dildo filled with nails.” sanzu’s eyes widened, that was aggressive. although at the same time sorta funny?

“he said he’d cut off your shift times and cut back on how much money you make plus tips.” sanzu repeated what ran had informed him of, with a quite frustrated appearance.  “THAT FUCKER WILL NOT!” raising up from his laying position, yakuro ran into the hallway stumbling here and there from improper pace. 

“i’d love to see him try i swear if he even tries reducing my pay i’ll quit the whole fucking job how about that? i never liked this bullshit bunny shit anyways, it’s annoying when the customers try to touch and then you get stalkers.” yaku was mumbling to hell and back from his bosses call, waving to ran who nodded. making himself a bento before heading off on a small mission.

yaku threw open the washroom door and started searching for his bunny suit attire. the club’s theme was rainbow today so he washed a deep red suit with a black add-on tail and clip on black ears (which were foldable too. yakuro always folds one ear.) when yakuro made it back to his room, sanzu was gone and rindou was crouching near the bottom drawer.

“whatcha lookin for?” yakuro asked curiously, sitting beside the man who made a mess beside him “looking for a red suit now, i’m trying to match with you subtly.” cute- that was the only thinking yaku could think of this man who is a part of a criminal organization/gang. who woulda thought?

“i think you might be better with either a red with black tie or a deeper red of a suit.” yakuro suggested, getting up from his sitting position, joints cracking. “or black would go well, after all i’m only wearing red heel, a red body suit, and red makeup. the rest is black!” yakuro called out to rindou who was still crouched as he exited the room. taking into account his suggestions, he went with a more black with red accents attire.

           ާlocation, bunny palace! ෆ             late night, 11pm.

“here in bunny palace we have many bunnies to suit your taste! male, female, and even those who do not define themselves! run and created by the ackermans.” bunny palace is under the hands of those with the ackerman name. mikasa, the current owner, is softer on us than many. although the music blaring is not something you can get used to.

“hello! i’m moonie! it’s so good to meet you, are you new here?” yakuro was tired, it was about 4 more hours until he shift ended and he was already hungry again. salad’s really don’t fill you up especially when you wolf them down. his feet ached and cried out each time he took another step, he wanted to lay down and use rindou as his personal body pillow.... rindou! ‘i hope he’s okay.’ he thought, placing himself beside the very important client his boss claimed. “oh i am! it’s nice too meet you moonie.”

“it’s so good to meet you too! we have a few rules here that our bunnies tell each new client: i’ll sit and pour you your drink and be your personal bunny. please treat the bunny well and we will have no problems. if they bunny feels uncomfortable the bunny has full rights to leave and find a new client. if you understand these rules please enjoy your bunny. please keep touching to a minimal. do not force your bunny drinks or food. respect your bunny. is that doable?” yakuro asked with big puppy eyes, a big smile, and high pitched voice. “of course!” the customer happily said, hand already on his thigh.

i am SO uncomfortable was all that yaku could think about, his eyes flicking between the customer and each place his gross hands laid upon. squeezing every-so often like it was a pleasuring act for yaku. before he removed the man’s hand, he restrained himself. drawing a large breath before responding to the customer. “i’m so sorry sir! shall i get you something to drink?” yaku pouted, “if you’d like, moonie!” i’m saved.

yakuro smiled and stood up, “why of course! i’ll be right back!” like a breath of relief, he rushed to the staff room. he waved to some girls, “not on stage today moonie?” one asked, a baby stripper new to the bunny palace club. “yeah! boss was all: ‘act cutesy, be close, allow touching this once. there are really important customers here today.’ like thanks for threatening my paycheck and then saying that!”

“oh my, that’s rough babe. ackerman is always like that, it’s like she has a stick up her ass.” one of the older strippers that had been with yakuro since he started chimed in, “you’re right!” yaku chuckled, leaning closer into his vanity mirror to adjust his lipstick and have a chance to message rindou. 

40 missed messages. “i’m so fucked.” “why’s that babe?” “i may have forgot to message rindou telling him ackerman added hours onto my shift.” the room grew tense, “that’s awful? read his messages.” sei suggested, “might cool him off if he’s angry.

“alright!” yaku sighed with a smile, opening the messages. to his surprise, rindou wasn’t angry but instead worried that a client had gotten too touchy and triggered yakuro. after all, ran did inform rindou about the bits and pieces that sanzu did not tell yaku. “whew, i’m good! i’m safe. he’s just worried....” sei and bab took a loud sigh and began laughing. “BUT I’M FUCKED.” “really? that’s great! now go out! your client must be waiting.” 

yup the girls took it that way. “i will! don’t worry don’t worry. i just hope sanzu doesn’t buy the whole club.” “he won’t now go!” sei pushed out yaku who glanced over at the client who finished the previous bottle. his nose was red and was slightly swaying back and forth.

walking up to the bar, yakuro ran into polaris. “polar!” “moonie.” “can you get something for my client? he seems to be a lightweight.” “sure, i’m sure he wouldn’t mind beer.” polar sat down the cup he was wiping back and forth to keep busy.

“the bar isn’t very busy huh?” “oh no, it’s just we got our best girls today dancing and the waitresses and working ten times harder. it works out for both of them and neither of them have to fight each other about unfair pay. tomorrow you’ll be our best so good luck.” polar smiled earnestly to add to the words of encouragement, sliding over the foaming beer over the black marbled counter. 

“thanks! i’ll need it.” turning with the drink in hand, yaku noticed the man’s disgruntled face. he looked as if the whole world was going to blow up and he was watching the countdown. ‘act cutesy, act cutesy, act cutesy.’ it was a constant mantra in his head before he sat down and opened his mouth.

“what could be wrong sir?” yaku felt like rolling his eyes into oblivion, he could care less. “oh it’s just something wrong with the gang.” “oh my, a yakuza?” boring, yaku fake gasped handing over the bear to the angered man. “yeah!” he said pridefully with a chuckle, gulping the drink down and slamming it down. “something about bonten this and that and one of our men died.”

now that’s interesting. yaku felt like walking out to just go see sanzu, it felt like everything was reminding yakuro of him. hell even the purple lights were. but alas he was stuck eyeing the entrance while the man babbled on and on about this whole yakuza shin-dig he was in. he decided to slip off his shoes because the waitresses’ assured the man that they would handle getting drinks.

it felt like hours, drink after drink the world became more hazy. yakuro grew a high tolerance because of his job but he seemed to be losing himself while the client seemed more than sober. “you.. slipped somethin, huh?” the client beside him flinched, clenching onto his bag. “w-what? are you sure you don’t have a low tolerance m-mr. moonie?” the man stammered, through gritted teeth yaku managed to huff out a ‘whatever’.

“miss. ackerman set you up? thought so, the bitch never liked me because i have a bonten member for a partner. guess i’m finally leaving this hellhole. send her my best regards, yeah?” he asked with a agitated tone. his words were laced with threats, raising slowly. “mr. moonie?” “i’m leaving, i want to leave. i have to go see rindou.” he dug the acrylic nails that were done just recently into his thigh. fuck the shoes. 

whatever was in the drink didn’t seem strong but it had yakuro in and out of conscience. the man who was once his client seemed nowhere to be found, leaving a stumbling yaku to himself. sei noticed this and dropped her waiters plate, running over to the bunny who was just about to fall. “MOONIE!” 

          ާlocation, the bonten loft.             early morning, 3am.

blue eyes fluttered open, fighting the urge to close once more. “they’re awake! rindou, they’re all good!” a familiar voice echoed throughout yakuro’s head. his body felt numb, in an attempt to speak he noticed his voice was gone. every one of his senses felt like they were being drowned under water. his eyesight was the only thing that was significantly normal.

though his contacts seemed to be taken off, leaving the blue and purple hues of yaku’s true eye colour roaming free. rindou’s footsteps were heavy and had a quick pace, the vibrations went through the bed. “yaku?” his usual docile purple eyes were filled with worry and anger mixed together, forever burning until yakuro got better.

all the man managed to do was a weak smile, his eyes blinked slowly while he stared at rindou. the two conversed, rindou’s agitation growing as his jaw clenched harder with every muffled word sanzu spoke. “i am very upset sanzu, yakuro was drugged. AGAIN!” “we can’t do anything but sit it out! we don’t even know who it was. rindou you need to calm down.” sanzu too was frustrated beyong belief.

the whole loft was filled with tension that was denser than a brick wall. everyone considered yakuro a part of bonten after two years. he even got a bonten tattoo per mikey’s request. it lays on his right shoulder which he covers up during his job with makeup despite his hatred, it was the only condition ackerman gave him before he could work at bunny palace. ackerman and bonten hated each other, seeing a bonten tattoo at the ackermans would start a war. 

“he’s quitting that job and working at our club. this is the last time i’ll EVER see him like this again.” this wasn’t the first time rindou raised his voice when he was angered by the way yakuro looked in this condition. unable to move, speak, only look plainly at the wall with a weak smile here and there.

it tore him apart from the inside out each time, it did every member living in the loft. finally after whatever happened between those two. sanzu left, rindou left as well but returned with water and began to cuddle the numb and quiet yakuro.

[wetookeachothershand]

Journal Entry: My Husband Has Been Missing For Six Months

Pairing: Bonten!Mikey x GN!Reader

Genre: Angst, Mystery

Warning: Mentions of abuse, cheating, murder, sex, swearing, violence, may be disturbing to some audiences-read at your own risk.

W/C: 1K+

Summary: Your husband, Mikey, had been missing for six months and suddenly returns. You keep a journal writing your thoughts.

Additional: This is my first time writing a journal entry type of writing, and it was a lot of fun. This is also heavily inspired by this reddit post: ♡. I would recommend reading the post after reading this so as to not spoil anything for yourself. Also each journal entry date is actually some Toyko Revenger's characters' birthdays.

Journal Entry: My Husband Has Been Missing For Six Months Ending 2.1 | Journal Entry: My Husband Has Been Missing For Six Months Ending 2.2

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Journal entry: August 1st, 2018

My husband has been missing for six months now. Mikey went to the Bonten hideout for an emergency meeting, but he never came back. He was completely missing, in fact the security and even executives said that he didn't even go to the hideout.

I cried for days, nights, weeks, months. I cried for so, so long. I admit that Mikey might not have been the best husband, but I still loved him very much. I wake up every morning hoping that maybe there'll be news about him.

Journal entry: August 20th, 2018

He's back. Mikey, he's really back!  He came back on his birthday too. Is this some kind of miracle?

I was tending to my petunia garden, when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and my garden shovel fell out of my hand. There Mikey stood; the same white hair, eye bags, clothes, empty eyes-everything the same. Except for his smile. Mikey rarely smiled, the last time I can remember him smiling was at our wedding. Even then though, it was a small smile. This smile, however, was a big smile. The same smile he used to have back in middle school. Back then.

When I had asked him what happened to him, he said he didn't know and couldn't remember anything. Not. One. Single. Thing. Still though, I happily brought him into my arms and welcomed him home.

Journal entry: August 30th, 2018

Everyone is so happy that Mikey is back. All the Bonten executives were confused, but came to accept that their boss is back and that they're not running around like headless chickens. I know that everyone almost can't believe it, but that's the thing: I don't believe it.

I understand that I sound insane, and that I can't turn to anyone but you-my dear, treasured journal. If I were to try and talk to any of the executives they'd think I'm crazy, but they're the crazy ones! They're criminals! They murder people! They're insane! Not me, I'm not insane!

I'm not insane.

Journal entry: September 16th, 2018

I'm not one for horror movies, or supernatural and paranormal things. This situation though, it makes my skin crawl. Mikey's been acting off lately. Usually he wakes up early to leave for Bonten, not bothering to wake me up or anything. Lately however, he's been staying home in the mornings. Sometimes he'd stay in bed and I'd wake up to our limbs intertwined together. Sometimes he'd even make breakfast, but the thing is that Mikey doesn't know how to cook. Suddenly he's cooking gourmet meals for breakfast.

I know it could be that he just learned, but someone doesn't suddenly become an amazing cook out of nowhere. Above that, Mikey always said that eating breakfast is a waste of time. He always liked to leave for Bonten early in the morning because he said I snored too loud, and he hated the ear bleeding noise I created in my sleep.

So why is it now that Mikey is acting like this? I don't know, but I don't think the man I sleep next to every night is my husband.

Journal entry: October 15th, 2018

I came home from the grocery store today, making sure to dress appropriately so as to not receive another bruise from Mikey like the ones he used to give me before he went missing. Bruises for dressing "inappropriately", not cooking food "correctly", there being even a single wrinkle on his clothing, not having dorayaki stocked in the cupboards. Dorayaki.

That's right I went to the grocery store to get dorayaki for Mikey, but weirdly he seemed unbothered by the fact I got dorayaki. He simply treated it like any other food, and helped me put away the groceries.

Journal entry: October 18th, 2018

I couldn't sleep well last night. Not after I woke up in the middle of the night. It was 3am and I could feel a presence looking at me, even while I was sleeping. I opened my eyes to see Mikey's face inches away from mine, staring at me with...lifeless eyes. I forced out a laugh and asked him what he was doing just to not get a response.

It stayed like that for what felt like an eternity before Mikey blinked and flashed me a smile. He said "Oh nothing, I just can't believe this is real sometimes" before cuddling my body and falling asleep. I was not able to fall asleep again, fear washing over my body as I was held by someone I didn't know.

Journal entry: November 3rd, 2018

All the Bonten executives' schedules had cleared up, and so had Mikey's so they had decided to all go to a club as a late celebration for Mikey's return. Mikey had invited me which confused me, he never wanted me to go to a club with him after an argument we had before he went missing. It was an argument about how he had fucked this woman in one of the vip rooms. Her name was Sayaka. Kakucho was the one who took a photo and sent it to me. I remember that the next time I saw Kakucho after that he had a black eye and wouldn't even look me in the eyes.

Mikey said that if I couldn't trust him alone at a club, then I wouldn't trust him if I was with him in a club and that he doesn't want me to go to a club with him after that. It didn't make sense, it still doesn't. Still though, I listened to my loving husband.

So why is it now that he invited me? I don't know, but I went. We stayed together the whole night, his arm wrapped around my waist. All of the executives were there, Kakucho's black eye gone but he still wouldn't look me in the eye.

Sayaka came over to our vip table, wanting to give Mikey a lap dance but he declined. That seemed to shock everyone except for Mikey himself. Sayaka left and I let out a laugh, calling her a home-wrecking bitch after she left.

I knew I screwed up. I knew I shouldn't have said that. I was prepared for Mikey to lash out at me, but he didn't. He agreed with me, saying he couldn't understand why she'd try giving him a lap dance when she knows he's married.

Married to the person he loves the most, and would never want to hurt.

Journal entry: November 25th, 2018

I'm terrified. I'm so fucking scared, I feel like I'm going insane. That thing isn't Mikey. I know it could be that he just had a freak accident that caused some kind of brain trauma that caused him to forget things, and maybe even have a personality change. Still though, earlier is how I knew that the thing pretending to be my husband isn't actually Mikey.

We had sex and I noticed something that petrified me when he took his shirt off. I hadn't seen Mikey shirtless since he came back, and what I had seen terrified me. Or rather what I hadn't seen.

There was no scar over his heart. No stab wound where I had stabbed him to death.

I'm so damn close to digging up my petunia garden to make sure his stupid dead body is still there. I don't know what this thing is, but it's not Mikey. It's not the Sano Manjiro that I married.

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[goddessofwidsom]

After finishing the manga of Tokyo revengers you went  to indulge yourself in a drink.Suddenly gunshots was heard outside and a bullet shattered your window.Piercing your skull you had died from a stray bullet.You awoken in a cold sweat lying in a soft bed.You took deep breaths and tried not to hyperventilate.You swore you just died was it a vivid dream.You can’t believe this tears pricked your eyes.Threatening to fall you prayed it was a dream all of it.And that you woke wake up you pinched yourself.Hard enough to sting crescent marks imprinted on your skin.Breath in breath out you repeated in your head.Like a never ending mantra finally.You managed to calm down you shakily sat up.forced to digest all of this information at once. 

You have to investigate this new place you explored exiting your bedroom.You saw a basic living room and kitchen.Normal necessities nothing out of the ordinary.You gingerly walk back to your room.You inspect for any information about you.So far you found that your name is Y/n L/n from your original world.And your body is fairly the same.You also found out from managing to unlock your flip phone it’s July 2005.Other information you gathered is that your body trained in various martial arts(judging from the metals with awards on them).And is known to be laidback, manipulative ruthless.(By reading your body dairy) her parents left her at a young age.Online you call out fake people and hack.You found out your body enjoyed coding. 

That’s enough for today your brain reached its peak capacity.You jump on the comfort of your bed.Dozing off instantly you overlooked the contacts in the messages.The next day you were awoken by loud ringing coming from the phone.You groggy sat up and picked it up.Seeing the contact Mikey almost made you think.You we’re hallucinating but no it was the one and only.Your in Tokyo revengers? Well shit you ponder on answering or ignoring. 

But you hang up and do basic necessities you go through the closet seeing tomboyish clothes and a school uniform.You put on the skirt below your knees that’s a simple black.And thigh high socks along with.A simple white blouse and a red blazer,A black tie loose around your neck. 

 You sigh smoothing out the creases.Now all you have to do is think where is your school located.Hopefully muscle memory will save you slipping on plain white shoes you exit your abode.Turning familiar ways to this body.Finally you arrive to Mizo middle you internally cringe.Out of all the schools you could attend Takemichi? Really.Your not all surprised seeing how Mikey contacted you.Speaking of the devil someone slaps your neck. You whip your head around seeing a tuff of blond hair.

”Y/n-chin!!!” He exclaimed kola bear hugging you.Draken sighed rubbing his temple.Before prying Mikey off you unknowingly you been glaring.”Mikey stop acting childish” Draken scolded him Mikey pouted in return.”Big meanie Ken-chin humph!” Mikey refuted Draken simply let out a tired sigh. 

You tried to act normal like this body would and so you rolled your eyes.”Enough with the bantering I have work to do” You stated calmly and walked off. Little did you know his ebony eyes was glistening in adornment.You wandered in the school confused.Familiar coral colored hair gathered your attention.

”Ah—! L/n-san” She confirmed waving at you as she walked towards you.With a soft smile present on her face.She hugged you and then released you.”How are you doing today did you perhaps get lost again.” Hinata teased your face was so tinted a crimson red. “I did forget..” You admitted you would be lying if you said you weren’t happy that the prior owner of this body forgot there classes. 

“That’s okay L/n-san let’s go lucky we share the same class” She relayed grabbing your wrist and leading you away. Soon a class numbered 2A was in view.You kept that in mind for later.”We are here and this time don’t start!” Hinata lightly chided you.She walked in the classroom and you followed behind her.Talking turned into murmurs and people shy away from your gaze.Even the teacher was silent you sat beside Hinata.And the teacher didn’t say anything about you being albeit late.”Tachibana-san if you get late again it’s going to be a problem your two minutes pass curfew” The teacher net-picked at Hinata and that got under your skin. 

“For a sensei you sound biased if you won’t talk about me don’t talk about Tachibana-chan like that.” You asserted with a glare.”A-ah your completely correct L/n-sama I deeply apologize” The teacher stuttered over their words.You overheard a whisper. “So informal calling Hinata ‘chan’ when did they get so close,And did you see how Meiyuri-sensei cowered it was so funny” You processed the information you are proper.You guessed anyway the class smoothly continued with a few hitches.It was lunch break and you decided to explore but.

As you were exiting the building(to take a break from the noise)  you heard screaming.”KIYOMASA-SAMA CURB STOMP HIM!!!” A nobody yelled that certainly got your attention.You sighed rubbing your temples.After all that hard work you did you ached for a break.But they’re so loud you walked towards the drama.

Suddenly the voices increased in volume seeing you.And a beaten up Takemichi was astray on the floor. The mizo five middle worriedly looked at him. “Oi your so fucking loud why” You demanded an answer your ears hurt. He immediately bowed a perfect 90 degree angle.”B-because this punk asked to fight” You knew he was lying so you reeled back your fist.And punched him he passed out and his lackeys ran away.Before you could lend a hand to Takemichi Akkun grabbed him.And ran away with the other four.You sighed you fucked something up.If only you didn’t intervene.But those thoughts became short lived when a familiar voice was heard. “L/n-chin I like the beaten up boy what’s his name—!” Mikey pestered  at this point Draken was just tired of his antics.”Hanagaki Takemichi” You replied and walked off.Mikey grumbled and Draken stayed silent. 

You decided to skip school and try to make it home.But after a couple hours of walking.You realized you weren’t in Shibuya anymore.Flashing lights and loud noises was common in this area.You though it’s probably Roppongi.You sighed you wanted to backtrack but suddenly.”Hey what’s yer doing here ya new?” A boy with black and blond pigtail braids asked with a lazy smile.”I got lost” You truthfully answered knowing it’s Haitani ran.

”How?” He looked taken aback by your answer.You shrugged walking off ignoring him.You didn’t have time for that you need to leave.He didn’t do anything now you ended up deeper in a mess.Your in front of a club.Wondering about your next move.You needed to seek shelter for the time.And entered the club immediately you were swarmed.Then somebody pushed you on the ground.You sat up and dusted off your uniform.And glared at the person.

[goddessofwidsom]

I was wondering if I could request jealous yan! Mikey where reader likes someone else and that person likes reader back and Mikey finds out about it and gets jealous so they start fighting for reader, and if your not comfortable with this or just don't want to do it I completely understand! I hope you have a good day, and if your requests are closed then please just ignore this!

Omg it’s ok and I’m on it I’m kinda new to this fandom so if’s it’s terrible I’m sorry I tried

Mikey was beyond livid he couldn’t bear the pain of you liking some else it was like stabbing him repeatedly in his heart so he did something he would never expect when he met the boy you liked he continue to plummet his face in the pavement until he was unrecognizable remembering when you told him about your crush a smile meant for him to only see tugged your face he will make sure that you are his so after he beats your crush to a pulp he threatens him saying if he doesn’t transfer schools and cut all communication he can say bye bye to his life

Mikey mentally grins when you come to him profusely crying about your crush saying he doesn’t like you and he hugs you bringing you closer and stroking your beautiful hair he comforts you and say I told you he weren’t worth it and take y’all out for dorayaki

Soon you begun questioning the reason to why your crush left you so when you dig in deeper horror clouds your face but Mikey saids if he hadn’t done it your heart would he broken pulling you in a suffocating hug with a huge smirk as you try not to cry your crush liked you but-was no it’s no need to think about that besides you have Mikey right

Sorry if i couldn’t write it longer school is a bitch

[goddessofwidsom]

The female clacked you stood up and dusted off your clothes.”Why did you do that?” You questioned confused by the sudden act of malicious intent.”A low-life like you shouldn’t be in such a high end club!” She dragged out her words as if you were slow.

You sighed not wanting to deal with this.”Listen your just spouting bullshit.You must be lacking in brain cells.Where I’m at isn’t your business.” You stoically responded speaking to her as if she were slow. 

A crowd begun to form you really didn’t have time for this.You just wanted to seek shelter.Useless whispers spread over a minuscule argument.Because of a rich spoiled brat who harass’s people for attention.

”Please your a fucking lowlife just who're.You talking to like that beggar.” Not only was you stressed.She was pressing your buttons repeatedly for a reaction.So you would look like the bad guy.You couldn’t handle it anymore.You grabbed a random wine glass.Filled to the brim and smacked her with it.”Be so fucking for real.No one has time for your bullshit not everyone gonna suck your dick today.” Gasps echoed throughout the club.And she bursted out crying and screaming.Snot rolling down her nose.”AHHHH! YOUR A FUCKING MANIAC SHE ATTACKED ME EVERYONE!!” She wailed out honestly after that altercation happened.You pushed past the sweaty and drunk people.And exited the club you sighed. 

For fuck sakes can you get a break.You tried to remember where you were before you came to this unknown area.As you backtracked you turned familiar corners.Finally after what felt like hours landing upon a house.You remembered it immediately you made a mad dash to the door and opened it.You never was happier to forget to lock the door.

You locked the door behind you and ran to your bedroom.Not even planning to take off your shoes or clothes you immediately dozed off.

You ran 5-4 hours in total 

[goddessofwidsom]

Goody-two shoes is what many would refer to you as an introvert not used to having long conversations you kept to yourself your friend Rika Amane is an amine lover she doesn’t see you has a stuck up teacher pet instead as a close friend “Y/N-chan! the ending of Tokyo revengers got on my nerves shit was trash!!!!” Rika complained, awkward and a bit jittery from the sudden appearance of her you let out a almost forced sounding reply “O-oh really?” 

She ignored your nervousness and went on with her rambling about the seemly bitter ending of Tokyo revengers, “And then it was a ‘supposed’ happy ever after, the fuck this is!!” She slung a arm over your shoulder and sighed, wore out from her one-sided talk. “Heyyy, Y/N-Chan, stop being such a pushover!” Rika pouted, placing her hands on her hips. 

She was always worried for your enclosed mind, caged and locked so no one could peek in it. One day that shit's gonna turn on you. "Listen if your not  interested in what I’m saying just say so because I care about your opinion stop keeping to yourself and express how you feel” She relayed at you, you had disassociated with the discussion a while ago. “o-oh sorry Rika-Chan!!!” you stuttered. 

After the talk, you walked home alone

Gray clouds increased the gloomy atmosphere. The fight you had with Rika had made you feel bad, but no need, she cares about you. Loud clacking pulled your attention. walking towards it, a man was getting beat up. Rika's words replayed In your head, "stop letting your life be controlled and be yourself."  NO! You can’t let this happen! “STOP!” Once they turned, they had fear coursing through your veins.

Their empty eyes void of any human empathy, the man on the ground knocked out cold, and the overall aura. Bruised knuckles and a unsatisfactory stench of metal- no, copper- was evident. "STUPID STUPID STUPID YOU CAN'T EVEN MOVE" you thought. 

You tried to back away. “AHHH!” A bullet pierced your skull- hot, really hot. Its scorching sweat dripped down your face mixed with sanguine colored blood. Your body went limp as your screaming died down, and wails settled. why, why you?

Story name dissimulator

My bored ass writing this long ass story with chapters and then getting an editor you can find chapter one of dissimulator on quotve online

[goddessofwidsom]

Malicious

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[bluebellrings]

I drew Mikey and Takemitchy based from Weekly Shonen Magazine issue no. 22 cover