#tr x oc

[rinupi]

idk how to explain this crossover without sounding like an idiot

[mikeys-bike-slut]

Untitled - SEQUEL Pt.1

Surpriiiiise! Here is a sequel to my Untitled story! Hope you will like it! Strap ya seatbelts guys cause it's gon be a bumpy ride

T.W: N/A

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5 years later

"Wakasa, hurry up!" I shout upstairs as I rush through the house trying to put my earring in.

"Shut up!" A yell comes from upstairs.

We have time Wakasa said.

Dont worry, we won't be late Wakasa said.

Of course we're late...

Today's Emma's and Mitsuya's wedding and as much we drifted apart and Toman has disbanded we kept in touch with each other and our friendship remained strong.

After I moved in with Wakasa I barely seen the gang except Chifuyu and Tora with whom I've been actually working with the past four years. Chifuyu saved up and opened his pet shop, just like he planned it with Baji. It's a sweet little shop with loads of cats, dogs, hamsters and every other furry little pet you can imagine. Though Wakasa told me I don't have to work he'll take care of me, that was just not something I wanted to do. So I talked to Chifuyu and he was happy to hire me full time.

No one knows where Mikey went, hust like if the ground opened up and swallowed him he disappeared. I was worried about him in the beginning but it was his choice and I had to put him into the back of my mind in order to move on and function until he was nothing but a distant memory.

The Haitanis, since our last goodbye they kept their word and vanished from my life, the only time I'd ever hear from them is when they send me a beautiful bouquet and gift on my birthday, every year but in person? I have not seen them since that day.

Draken? He's well, we used to meet up once every month for a coffee and a catch up until life got busy for both of us and I haven't seen him for over a year, we still text every now and then but it's not the same.

The Ginza duo, a few months after I moved into Wakasa Hyde contacted me and set up a meeting. Wakasa refused to let me go alone so he accompanied me to Ginza. Hyde explained his reasoning and apologized for causing me distressed and also offered me a position at the Ginza gang which I turned down. Once I explained to him that I am retiring from the deliquent life he respected my decision but told me I'll always have the Ginza district at my service if I'll ever need them. He also offered of I ever want to talk about my brother I can contact him whenever. In the beginning I didn't but as time went by I needed closure so I rang him and we met up. From that day on it was almost once a week thing and we grown really close. He reminded me of Yasu a lot and unofficially became my brother which just shocked Wakasa that once again I was able to turn one of the ruthless men in Japan into my lapdog basically.

Back to now. Wakasa and I were getting ready for the wedding, you know, at a decent time as one should but the White Leopard decidedhe urgently needed to fuck me. I told him we have no time but it's Wakasa, when it comes to sex the world could be on fire and even that wouldn't stop him. Would have he stopped if I asked? Of course, though Waka's sex drive is high he is always respectful and asks for my consent. So yeah was it also my fault? Yes. Will I keep blaming him? Also yes.

"Oh god, c'mere kitty" I sigh as I grab him and pull him to me and fix his disaster of a tie. "There, now can we go? I'm supposed to be the maid of honour"

"Well you definitely suck at that" he grins and I just flip him off while I grab my ourse that matches my dress. "Shit" I curse as I check the time and see we're already half an hour late. "Can we go now?"

"Yes, just shut up" he groans as he grabs his keys and we finally head out.

Ignoring traffic lights Wakasa sped through Tokyo straight to shrine where the ceremony is to be held. As he parks up I don't even wait for him I rush up the stairs -as much as I can in heels and a long mermaid dress- but as I get there to my surprise everyone's still outside chatting and smoking.

"Angel!" I hear a voice from my right and I find Mitsuya standing there in a beautiful lilac suit with silver patterns.

"Taka-chan!" I exclaim as I jog up to him. "Where's Emma? What's going on??" I ask almost panic and he let out a laugh. 

"We still have about an hour before the ceremony don't worry" he chuckles and I give him a confused look. "We know you and Waka too well we know you two probably gonna be late so we gave guys the wrong time" he winks at me and I don't know if I'm annoyed or grateful.

"You have a point" I sigh then chuckle then suddenly someone covers my eyes from behind. "Hakkai?" I question.

"Wrong" Mitsuya chuckles. "Bit taller"

"Kenny??" I ask excited and I hear his laugh from behind me as he uncovers my eyes. I turn around and find him standing there with a big grin. "I like your hair" I grin as I look at his now jet black hair tied back in a ponytail.

"Cool, right?" He grins then opens his arms and I give him a tight hug. "I missed you" he smiles softly as he holds me close. 

"The hell is this?" I hear Wakasa's voice from behind me with and annoyed expression on his face. 

"Precaution" Mitsuya grins at him then shakes his hand.

"Well played" Wakasa sighs then looks at me and Draken. "Don't steal my girlfriend" 

"I try" Draken grins at him then lets me go. "You should go find Emma she is inside if Yuzuha hasn't murdered her yet" 

"I don't think Takashi's that lucky" Wakasa grins and I just smack him. 

"Feel free to beat him up if he won't behave!" I call back as I run off and Wakasa just gives me the finger. 

I quickly find Emma, but instead of finding her with a big smile and excitement she is curled up crying on the small seating inside the room. I walk in giving Yuzuha a confused look who just shakes her head. 

"Hey, hey what's going on Em?" I ask worried as I kneel in front of her. 

"Maya!" she exclaims and just launches on me and continues crying. I hold her close and gently caress her back.

"Alright, what's going on. If you missed me, I'm already here" I grin trying to lighten the situation but it failed.

"I don't know if I'm ready... I just... seeing Draken here brought up a lot of feelings" she cries quietly and I let out a sigh.

"You still love him, don't you?" I question as I pull away enough to look at her and she just nods. 

"If you love someone else you shouldn't marry Mitsuya..." Yuzuha speaks up and walks up to us. "It wouldn't be fair on him"

"You should talk to Mitsuya, Em. There's no point in marriage if it's only one-sided. I'm sure Taka will understand it" I explain as I caress her cheek. 

"I guess I should... I just... I don't know how I feel. I love Takashi but my heart still yearns for Draken... I don't know. I just need a bit of time alone" she says quietly as she looks at us. 

"Of course. Give us a ring when you'll need us. I'll go talk to the priest" Yuzuha smiles softly and gently squeezes Emma's shoulder before walking out. 

"I'm gonna go check on the males incase they murdered each other" I joke which makes Emma chuckle a bit. 

I give her a hug before I walk out as well. I let out a sigh and running my fingers along my neck trying to figure out what the fuck to do exactly. As I walk outside I lean against the wall of the shrine and let out a long sigh, just wanting to collect my thoughts before I check on the herd but I can't enjoy the silence for long as I hear footsteps approaching. Looking up I find a tall, dark blue hair guy standing there with not exactly a happy expression. 

"Is everything okay, Shiba?" I cock a brow as I look at the former Second Division Vice Captain. 

"I don't think so... Look can I trust you?" he asks in a serious tone and I start to not liking this.

"Of course" I nod. "What's going on?" 

"Mitsuya wants to call off the wedding. He and Yuzuha got very close and doesn't think he should marry Emma. Nothing happened! Before you'd murder any of them, as far as Mitsuya knows it's one-sided but I know my sister... she had a massive crush on Mitsuya for years and I- I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do" he says with almost one breath and suddenly I feel somewhat relieved. I let out a chuckle and Hakkai just gives me a glare. "This is serious!" 

"I know but, Emma also unsure about the wedding cause she still loves Draken" I say it with a big grin. 

"Oh? Well, they all need to have a fucking talk cause Draken loves Emma too..." Hakkai says then we just both starts laughing. 

"You go talk to Draken and Taka, I'll go talk to the girls" I say with a big grin.

We both run off to the opposite direction. My heart hammers in my chest from excitement as I rush through the shrine almost tripping a few times until I finally reach the room finding both Yuzuha and Emma look like they're in line for the slaughter house.

"Okay, this wedding is off" I say with a big grin and they both give me a scared and confused look. 

"What did you do??" Emma asks panicking but before I could say anything Mitsuya walks in along with a very shy Draken. 

"The four of us should talk" Takashi says in a soft tone. 

I just wave at them before I walk out leaving the four lovebirds to sort this out between themselves. As I walk out Hakkai gives me a big grin and I just jump on him and hug him tight. "Good thing they have us" he grins then spins me around before putting me down.   

"What on earth did you two do?" we hear a laughs from behind us and as we turn around we find Chifuyu and Kazutora standing there.

"Hey good to see you guys" Hakkai grins as he hugs the two males and I just wave at them. 

"So what's going on? Did you crash a wedding? " Wakasa's voice suddenly comes from behind me as he wraps his arms around me.

"More like saved it" I grin as I lean back against him and he places a kiss on my neck. 

"Sure" he grins then playfully bites my neck making me let out a small yelp.

"Behave leopard" I chuckle. 

"Aren't you two cute" Tora and Hakkai coos as they look at me Waka and I. 

"Shut up" I chuckle and flip them off. 

"Don't be jealous" Waka grins. 

"Oh god no, it's enough working with her" Chifuyu laughs but suddenly I notice something in the distance and I tune out of the conversation. I notice a figure in the garden of the shrine and he looks eerily familiar.

I pull away from Wakasa and walk off towards the garden which the males don't even realize as they get deep into their conversation. I open the gate and walk into the beautiful garden but the figure was gone. Was I just seeing things?

[maxicaiman]

these fools r on the brain

[asirensrage]

Title: One More Step Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Rating: Explicit Pairing: Izana x Unnamed/Undescribed Female OC Word count: 2072 Warnings: Dark!fic. Violence. Abuse. Threats. Gaslighting. Suicide attempt. Suicidal thoughts. Mention of "being shared". Seriously gaslighting. Implied future infantilization. Not a happy ending. Unbeta’d. *warnings are not exhaustive* Summary: There is only so far that you can corner an animal before it lashes out. Including her. Prompt: "Even if you got rid of me, you'd miss me. Admit it, you'd miss me."

Notes: based off of the prompt found here by @seaside-writings. Takes place in the future where Izana is controlling Toman (with Manila!Mikey). This was a lot of fun to write and I've enjoyed the reactions I've gotten so far, which has mainly been shock and horror lol. I hope you enjoy it.

now with a sequel!

**HEED THE WARNINGS**

She’s straddling his chest, knife poised on the base of his throat as her knees keep his arms pinned. His wide violet eyes meet hers and what pisses her off the most is the complete lack of fear she sees in them. She feels like she’s been running a marathon, the end finally in reach if she can just take one more step. That’s all she needs. One more step. 

She doesn't know how it got to this point. 

She can look back, regret bringing a sharp clarity to actions that she was blinded to before it was too late. Before he held her by the throat, forced her to face everything that he was and that he offered and refused to let go. She had been bordered by his men, one way or another. Closed off from anything that could reach out to pull her back out of the open water where he lay waiting to devour. 

She can see every step that led her into his trap, even the ones that were taken in haste because she was forced from behind. The man under her held her softly, sweetly and kissed her deep enough that she could taste the blood on his tongue. Her revulsion made him laugh, made him all the more determined that she remain chained to his side. Every part of her was broken apart, piece after piece, and she has been trying to glue herself back into place. Back into the woman she was before she ever crossed paths with Izana. 

He stares at her patiently, not even trying to fight. As if he knows it’s inevitable. 

It is inevitable. 

There is only so far that you can corner an animal before it lashes out and women are the more deadly of the species. 

“I thought you were going to kill me,” he says lightly, eyes never leaving hers. His gaze strips her bare. It always has. He lured her with promises and idealizations of a home, with the threat of revenge against those who have wronged her. 

“I want to see the life leave your eyes myself,” she says, her voice barely more than a whisper with her panting. 

“Even if you got rid of me, you’d miss me. Admit it. You’d miss me.” He stares as if waiting for the answer he knows she’ll give. Not anymore. She refuses. To admit to missing him means that she would miss the way he cradled her to him, the way he held her throat in his hand and threatened to kill her, to throw her to the wolves. To miss him would be to admit that she liked everything he had done for her, to her, and the way he’d allow select few access to her cunt while he fucked them. He was almost always the one fucking. Always the one in control. 

It would be admitting that the pieces she was putting herself back together with were in his image. Not hers. 

She presses the knife a little harder and he doesn’t even flinch. “Never.”

“Liar.” 

He moves. Her weight isn’t enough to stop him, despite her efforts. The knife goes flying as she’s forced onto her back, an inversion of seconds ago. Her feet kick out, arms scratching at his until he uses his hold against her neck to lift her head just enough to slam it back down onto the ground. It makes her dazed. Enough that she stops struggling for a moment as her senses realign. 

“Admit it.” He orders again. “Tell your king the truth.” 

“Not my ki–” her voice is cut off with the pressure of his hand tightening. His gaze hardens at the response. 

“Stop lying.” He slams her head down again, harder this time and her vision goes black for a second before the pain blossoms. It makes her stomach roll but if she throws up now, she’ll choke until he decides she deserves to breathe. If he decides. 

Tears build up in her eyes, a response to the pain. The pressure on her throat releases enough that she can gasp in the air she desperately needs. 

He strokes her cheek gently as she coughs, tears falling out of the corners of her eyes. “You make things so hard on yourself,” he says softly. As if he hadn’t just nearly killed her. He brushes hair out of her eyes. 

“Iz-Iza-” she coughs. His grip tightens again in warning. She closes her eyes, willing to face death for what she’s done. She should have been faster. Why did she hesitate? After everything he’s done, she would have been doing the world a favour. 

“Try again.”

“Si–” his grip tightens and she chokes for a second, coughing once she’s granted air again. “-y king,” she gasps more than says it. A feeble attempt to keep his violence at bay. She’s seen enough of it. Felt enough. 

His grip loosens, back to the softness he imitates. “How long must we play this game? How long until it finally sinks in that you and I are intertwined?” She knows what he’s not saying. She would never be separated from him. He had dug himself into her bones, leaving the remnants of the girl she was into the thing he’s formed. 

Until there’s nothing left, is what she wants to say but she can’t. The words lodge themselves in her throat. Tears slip down the sides of her face as she stares up at the man who calls himself a king. He’s beautiful, ethereal with the casual violence he carries. 

He stares at her a moment longer, the corner of his lips twitching before he nods, seemingly satisfied at her inability to argue. She wants to. She does. She just can’t seem to pull the words out of her chest, to breathe life into a promise that she’ll succeed next time. A promise she’s made repeatedly and never fulfilled. 

She feels…tired. Emotionally wrought and wrung out. There’s a slight ringing in her ears that she can almost ignore. Her gaze slips from his face, staring at the art piece on the wall that he bought her after catching her staring at it too long. He hung it in a place of honour, front and centre as if to remind her that no matter what they’ve done, what he’s done, he’s taken care of her. Isn’t that what’s important? 

His fingers tighten on her chin before he turns her so that her eyes meet his again. He kisses his teeth lightly, another admonishment at her choices. She watches his gaze drift over her face. “You need to stop hurting yourself,” he says almost gently. It sounds like he actually cares, as if she’s only fallen and he hasn’t tried her kill her. Quid pro quo.

“It’s terrible, isn’t it?” he says in the same tone. “That you never learn, do you? No matter how many lessons I teach, you stay as stubborn as a child.” He leans back slightly, hips pressing closer against hers as he pulls her slightly closer so they remain connected. “Is that what you are? A child?” He stares as if waiting for a response she can barely think of giving. She tries to shake her head but the motion makes her stomach roll and it feels as if he’s finally knocked something loose in it. She probably needs a hospital. 

“Is that how I need to treat you?” 

“N-no,” she croaks out. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“I-I’m s-sorry,” she forces out. She has to apologize. There’s no choice. If she doesn’t, he won’t kill her, but he’ll force her into another role that she knows will be worse than being a woman at his side. She can only imagine the way his men's faces will light up in amusement if he tells them to treat her as a child. They like humiliation too much when it’s not theirs. 

“Your words are worthless to me,” he tells me. “But I can be merciful. As long as you held the knife at my throat, you could never take that final step, could you?” 

She swallows the lump growing in her throat. No. Something held her back and she hates every part of herself for it. 

“No,” he answers for her. “Like I said, you’d miss me. Miss this.” He yanks her closer, moving her ass to rest on his knees, to keep her hips pressed against his. A parody of a mating press. One she’s been forced into before even if it never took. They’re consistent, at least, in ensuring she’s protected from that. 

Her gaze drifts again. She doesn't mean it but she can’t stay focused. Her head hurts and her throat feels scrubbed raw from his hold. She blinks and it feels like it takes longer than ever before she’s forced back to look at Izana. Will he mourn her if she dies here? Will he regret everything he’s done to her or will he only regret that it wasn’t on his terms? That’s how she should go. While she still has the ability to. She should wait until she’s left alone again and throw herself away, a final act of defiance in refusal to give him the satisfaction of choosing her death. It should be a choice she gets to make. Unless she hesitates like she did with a knife at his throat. Always unable to make that last move. 

He bends forward to brush his lips against hers. It’s soft, nearly tender and a complete contrast to his behaviour. She could lose herself in it, in the illusion he offers every time. It’s always so tempting to. It somehow feels so much more poignant after the things he does. She wants to soothe him, to make him offer this softness more and more until she’s drowning in it. Even if he’s the one pulling her under. 

“Izana,” she breathes into his mouth. 

He hums, smiling slightly at the submission. “Such a pretty thing like this, aren’t you?” He brushes her hair back. “You always are.” 

“My...my head hurts,” she whimpers. 

“You need to be more careful,” he says. “Such a clumsy thing, aren’t you?” He sighs before getting up, rocking back on his heels and standing. “You need me, even if you’re not willing to say it aloud. We both know it.” He offers his hand to her. 

She stares at it for a long moment, trying to will her body to work the way it’s supposed to, the way he expects it to. She’s been buried in his expectations, slowly suffocating under their weight. Can you be buried and broken apart? She thinks so. She feels like she is. The thing that emerges from the rubble is nothing she recognizes but he looks at her in satisfaction that makes part of her preen. It makes her sick.

She doesn’t know where she gets the strength, the courage, to shove her foot into his knee instead of taking his hand. He’s broken her into pieces, reforming her into what he wants, but the core of it is still her. She is still the woman she once was, even if she’s not the same. 

He swears at her, a hiss filled with warning and anger. She scrambles to stand but the concussion he’s left on her makes it difficult. She’s moving too quickly. Her stomach rolls and she crashes into the couch before she catches herself. The balcony lies before her. A beacon of release. A choice she can make. 

She runs.

Her fingers brush the cool glass before an arm reaches around her shoulder. A hand grabs her throat, circling it with an ease of familiarity before she’s sent flying back. Away from the balcony. Away from her chance. Still too slow, even if she didn’t hesitate. 

She slides across the floor, crashing into the wall across from it. The impact is jarring, sight going blank as her head rings until she’s folding over to throw up on the hard floor. Something’s broken. She can feel it in her arm, but she can’t focus. Can’t breathe through the nausea and taste of bile.

Izana walks towards her. She doesn’t have to look to know he’s disappointed. She can feel his anger even if he doesn’t show it. Instead, she hears him sigh. She curls up tighter, apologies worthless even if she tried. 

“A child it is then.” 

tr tag: @mitsuwuyaa @blackfire2013 @bleach-your-panties @reiners-milkbiddies

also: @scythegal and @m-ilkiee Network: @pixelcafe-network

I’m not tagging anyone else lol

[pfpanimes]

⌕ tokyo revengers - manjiro sano.

like or reblog if you save/use.

[tomans-darlings-au]

When You're The Exact Same Height As The Invincible Mikey But You're Type In Men Might As Well Be Trees

Sora: FUCK!

[sisterkosho]

I have no idea why I never posted this here before but!!! NanaRan comic commission I got from @/sanomikeycult on twt awhile ago. 🥺 They’re so cute and silly I love them sm…

Bonus comm I got from them as well bc for some reason I didn’t post this when I got it either—

[xxelfmamaxx]

Baji:So if girls are better than boys, then why did God create a Man first?

Y/n:That's obvious. Everyone needs a rough draft before a final copy.

Baji:

[milkteaandsugar]

Echoes of Tokyo - the journey back home to you - 15. When Love Turns to Ashes (on Wattpad) 

"Emily, don't give up. I know what you found out is shocking, but you don't have any real proof of what happened to Mikey or if he's the ruthless leader everyone talks about. It's too early to give up or to spiral into negativity. If you stop fighting for your fairytale now, you'll regret it. And even if it's true and Mikey has surrendered to the darkness inside of him, that doesn't mean you have to. In fact, it's the opposite. You're the only one left who might be able to pull him out of the pitch-black hole he's fallen into. If you give up now, who will be there to save him?"

[keiry]

Sorry for not posting fanfics I’ll try to complete some

[ha1taniwh0re]

A new member

"What do you want Mikeyy~?" I asked with flirty voice.

Kanto Manji members looked at new girl with blonde-purple hair and white mask.

"Who are you?" Kokonoi asked.

I looked at black haired man and smirked behind my mask.

"If you needed to know who I am, you would know" I said.

"Flirty and mean, like her" a man with two braids said.

"Older Haitani, Ran" I said.

He smirked and bowed. I looked at others too and I knew them all.

"Kitsune-chan hey" Mikey said.

They all were shocked but most shocked were Haitani brothers. I took off my mask and they could all see me now good. I was in Kanto Manji's uniform, white but with purple details, bandages around my breasts and hands.

"Ah my brother's little girlfriend wants to play our games" Rad said.

"He is not my boyfriend" I said

"Im not her boyfriend" Rindou said.

"Kitsune-chan what are you doing here?" Rindou asked.

I looked at him and blushed a little.

"Mikey is my best friend and asked me to join Kanto Manji gang" I said

"Do you know how to fight?" Kokonoi asked.

I looked at him and smirked.

"When I get a chance I will show you" I said.

"Fight Rindou" Mikey said

"NEEEE?!?! M-mikey..." I said.

"Okey than fight Koko if you don't want to fight your boyfriend" Mikey said.

"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!!"

"I'M NOT HER BOYFRIEND!!"

Rindou and I yelled in the same time.

"They just don't get it" I said.

"No why would they??" He said.

"Let's go baby" I said.

We started to walk outside but than he both stopped and looked at eachother.

"JUST DATE YOU STUPID CREATURES!" Sanzu yelled.

"DON'T YELL AT MY LITTLE BRO THAT'S MY JOB! BUT YES WHAT HE SAID" Ran yelled.

We looked at eachother and left others.

"sooo date?" Rindou asked.

"amm sure" I said.

"Does 8 sounds good?"

"Yess"

"I will pick you up than"

And with that we went our ways to home.

[goddess-mixmi]

Misa x Baji

My moot send a great reference and gave me the idea to redraw it as them, and ofc once more she’s getting worshipped as if she was a goddess. I have many head cannons that Misa sleeps over at his place and one of them involves her borrowing his clothes (he definitely does not get his stuff back from her).

It’s also canon now Misa has a tattoo on her arm now, to match her older sister.

[asirensrage]

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mikey x OC, Hanma x OC, Ran x OC, Mikey x OC x Draken Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Warnings: swearing, violence, threats of violence, murder, smoking, sex, consensual sex between teenagers, alcohol, recreational drug use, mention of trafficking, torture, family neglect, mentions of sexual violence. isekai OC. memory loss. **warnings are not exhaustive** Summary: No one seems to realize she doesn't belong until she finally runs into her "new" brother, Hanagaki Takemichi. Now, hearing his story, Takara makes the choice to help him and hopefully find her way home, but faking it til you make it only lasts so long when you start losing the memories of the life you had before. As Takemichi becomes the only family she's ever known, how far will she go to protect him?

Also posted on Ao3 notes: this fic is completely written. It is unbeta'd (if you wanna join as one, lmk lol). I'll be posting as it's edited. I hope you enjoy it because I sure as hell did.

Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 1 1 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18 / Chapter 19 / Chapter 20 / Chapter 21 / Chapter 22 / Chapter 23 / Chapter 24 / Chapter 25 / Chapter 26 / Chapter 27 / Chapter 28 / Chapter 29 / Chapter 30 / Chapter 31 / Chapter 32 / Chapter 33 / Chapter 34 / Chapter 35 / Chapter 36 / Chapter 37 / Chapter 38 / Chapter 39 / Chapter 40 / Chapter 41 / Chapter 42 / Chapter 43 / Chapter 44 / Chapter 45 / Chapter 46 / Chapter 47 / Chapter 48 / Chapter 49 / Chapter 50 / Chapter 51 / Chapter 52 / Chapter 53 / Chapter 54 / Chapter 55 / Chapter 56 / Chapter 57

everything tag: @raith-way @zeleniafic @veetlegeuse  @chickensarentcheap @residentdormouse

@themaradwrites @kingsmakers @thatmagickjuju @awkwardchick87

tr tag: @mitsuwuyaa @blackfire2013 @bleach-your-panties

[pfpanimes]

⌕ tokyo revengers - baji keisuke.

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[tomans-darlings-au]

Draken: Why Is Hanma On The Table

Sora: He Likes To Feel Tall

Draken Who Is Shorter Than Hanma: ?????

[sisterkosho]

Rindou: So, are you two dating now?

Ran and Nanako: Yes.

Rindou: Why?

Ran: I happen to find Nanako very appealing.

Rindou: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Nanako.