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kenziexx · 9 months
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The way yall changed my life with these Spiderman Au in a blue lock fanfic (Im craving for it)
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kenziexx · 1 year
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NAWHH CUZ WHERE DID ALL THE TOKYO REVENGERS FANS GO?? I MISS YALL AND THE MEMES, THE HYPE, EVERYTHING 😭
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kenziexx · 2 years
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Hi I’m not sure if your requests are open or if you do x reader, but can you write a Micheal x reader where your just Gregory’s chaotic adoptive parents, like chasing after them both trying to stop them doing stupid shit? Thanks!:)
I'm sorry this took so long, but yes, they are open! And yes, I do!
-(CW: mentions of minor injury, and Mike's scooping incident)-
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Your husband's childhood home had too many goddamn doors. Why were there so many of them? None of them were dangerous, besides his father's creepy ass basement that used to hide killer robots, but why would a family of five need so many rooms?
You had never understood it. Michael hadn't either, even when he was young, but that didn't stop him from wanting to explore them all. That, and a call from his father, who you had later learned was a rotting corpse stuck in a furry suit, was how he had found his sister's ghost inhabiting one of his father's weird clown robots, and also how he got his organs ripped out. You shivered. Maybe it was best to not remember that right now.
You set your things down on the couch, kicked off your shoes and hanging up your coat.
"Mike! Gregory! I'm back from work!"
No answer.
That was fine, maybe they had gone out to the arcade or something. It was a way of bonding that they both enjoyed, and you didn't wanna stop them because it made them both happy.
But they couldn't be out of the house, you had seen Mike's car in the garage when you came home from work.
That was suspicious.
You checked back near the front door, where everyone lined up their shoes. Except the animatronic your son had stolen from the mega pizzaplex, of course, because Freddy didn't have shoes. Just as you thought, there were Gregory and Michael's shoes, lined up neatly next to each other like always. Gregory's shoes were in the middle, yours and Michael's encompassing his on either side. He said it made his shoes feel safe. You payed it no mind. If he felt safe because his shoes were between yours and Mike's, so be it.
Putting everything together, you realized that they were probably pulling a prank on you, or something similar. Things like that had been happening so often lately. Gregory left slime in Mike's shoes right before he left for work, Mike dumped a whole bag of flour onto Gregory's head while they were baking, Gregory had run over Mike's foot with his small, fake car you had bought him for his birthday.
They had water balloon fights too close to electrical outlets, even if the outlets were outside. They had food fights with food that wasn't supposed to be thrown, whether it was frozen foods or foods that had just been cooked and could give either one of them burns. They had pillow fights and broke objects around the house. They had even thrown paint at each other once, which you had quickly stopped. Any of that going into eyes or mouths would have sent them to a hospital.
Sometimes, they knew where to draw the line. Most of the time they didn't. You were hoping that this was one of the times they did.
You turn corners and walk down hallways, past bedrooms and an office. This house was too damn big for three people and an animatronic. Maybe it was time for the four of you to move. Somewhere with more outdoor space so your goofball son and husband could play around more without getting hurt. Not that the house didn't have a yard, it was just a bit small, especially with all the ruckus they made.
The sound of giggling interrupted your train of thought.
"They didn't even notice us!"
"Quiet or they will!"
Mike's old bedroom? That was now Gregory's? Why were they hiding in there?
Maybe they broke something. Last time they did, they had hidden in the master bedroom, where you had immediately found them and scolded them like children. If they really wanted to hide from you, they would hide in either William's old office or in the basement. You rarely went in Mike's dad's office, and you refused to go down into the basement after what happened to Michael. Although, you guessed that the same could be said about your husband for both of those rooms.
You peaked into Gregory's room. His bed was made and it was covered from head to foot in plushies. As much as you knew he loved you and Mike both, you sometimes wondered if he loved those plushies- and Freddy- a bit more.
You stepped in and sat gingerly on Gregory's bed, deciding to play dumb.
"I've lost my two favorite boys, whatever shall I do?"
Silence.
"Well, I was thinking about going to the mall later today. I was gonna take my son to see that new Spider-Man movie, but I guess I'll just have to go alone."
You heard a gasp and shuffling from under the bed. Bingo.
Gregory crawled out from underneath it and hopped up into your lap.
"No wait! We were just playing around! I wanna go with you!"
You kissed his forehead and ruffled his hair.
"Of course you can, sweetie, any time you want to."
Gregory beamed up at you, legs swinging in an excited manner.
"I can't believe you gave up that easily!"
The closet door opened and out stepped your husband, a disgruntled look on his face. His hair was messier than usual, his arms crossed and his shoulders slouched.
"Come on, Mike, it was just a game. Besides, no one can ever pass up a Spider-Man movie."
"Yeah, Dad, Spider-Man is the best! Are we gonna go soon, or are you guys gonna get super old first?"
Mike let out a gasp of over exaggerated offense, straightening up his back and placing his hands on his hips. He faked an elderly woman's voice and began a small rant that would likely make your son burst out with laughter.
"Well I never! Who taught you to disrespect your elders like that, young man?"
So far, in all your years of being married to him, you still hadn't figured out this side of Mike's humor.
"You did, old man!"
Michael's face contorted into one of playful annoyance.
"Why, get over here you little smart-ass!"
He picked Gregory up from your lap and began tickling him while keeping a firm grip so Gregory couldn't run away. Gregory squealed loudly, arms and legs flailing as he tried to escape his father's grasp. Michael's smirk was prominent when he looked down towards you.
"Knock it off, you two, I don't want anything else broken right now."
"Fine, fine."
Mike hovered Gregory over his bed for a moment, then dropped him down completely, Gregory letting out a small 'oof' of relief for no longer being tickled.
"How was work?"
You sighed.
"The usual. One of my co-workers nearly quit today, though. I can't blame her, everyone hates it there, those desk jobs are miserable."
Mike hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek.
"Well, if you did quit, we could always move out of town. To be quite honest, I'm getting pretty tired of Hurricane."
"We can talk about it later. For now, let's get Gregory to that movie he wanted."
Mike nodded.
"Come on, Sport, let's go see Spider-Man before it gets dark, or else we're not going."
"Finally! You guys were taking forever, Dad, I thought I was gonna turn into a dinosaur before you were done smooching them."
Mike let out a loud laugh, shoulders shaking as he leaned on the doorway for support. You held back a laugh as well. Sometimes, Gregory said snarky things without thinking, and you and Mike definitely had to start teaching him not to do that.
You smacked Mike's shoulder playfully.
"Ok, you two, come on. Get your coats, shoes, whatever else you need and meet at the front door."
Gregory ran to his closet to find his jacket, as you and Mike went looking for the hall closet that you used to store extras.
Coats were found quickly, shoes were tied(in Gregory's case, velcro-ed) and your little family was out the door and in the car.
After the movie, Gregory had gotten tired and fallen asleep on the way home.
"Don't worry, I've got him."
You smiled at Mike, kissing him quickly and hopping out of the car to unlock the house.
You made your way up to Gregory's room and promptly tucked him in. Heading off to your own room, you finally let your exhaustion wash over you as you laid your head on your husband's chest. He ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead.
Yes they were trouble, but you wouldn't trade this for anything else in the world.
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kenziexx · 2 years
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Wakui here is just chilling while eating his macarons
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ITS JUST A MACARONS DONT PUT TOKYOREV THEORY IN IT 💀💀💀
What brahman arc do to TokyoRev fandom:
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kenziexx · 2 years
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Brahman Arc breaks my heart.
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kenziexx · 2 years
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//TOKYO REVENGERS CHAPTER 210 SPOILER\\
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PLS WHY DID HE THROW INUPI LIKE THAT. HE AINT A OBJECT 😭😭😭😭😭
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kenziexx · 2 years
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//TOKYO REVENGERS MANGA SPOILERS
Senju and Takeomi: Are we a joke to you?
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kenziexx · 2 years
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Every single time I read Shinichiro fanfic, it always ends with him being dead in the final part of the fanfic. I literally came here to cope/move on from his death not gaining more pain
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kenziexx · 2 years
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Somebody pls bring this man back alive
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Dont repost without permission </3
Created by me
Instagram: @/Tikaaasksks
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kenziexx · 2 years
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Tokyo revengers society would be peaceful if Shinichiro didnt die.
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kenziexx · 2 years
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When he's dead 😍😍
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kenziexx · 2 years
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People who pick Kanna route: *enjoying the wholesome moment*
People who pick Sou/Shin route:
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kenziexx · 2 years
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Head empty, just thinking about Shinichiro x Reader Whisker Away AU, where Shinichiro disguise as a cat to be close with the reader who loves cats.
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kenziexx · 2 years
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Other Allies: Sara, please let me help you. You've been through a lot and now its our turn to help you in this situation
5 minutes later: SARA HELP ME!! I DON'T WANNA DIEE
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