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white-poppie · 6 months

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You're an angel, I'm a dog (s.haruchiyo x reader drabble)

Haruchiyo is petrified when you first ask to kiss him.

His breath caught in the ravine of his gullet as you stare at him with those eyes of yours: the ones he would sacrifice the world for if he has to.

“Haru?” You ask softly, you are so patient with him; it reduces him to a soft, pliable mass. He is scared of shattering his mirage of the perfect future (you) if his grip is even slightly harsh.

“Yeah baby,” he says, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he pulls his mask down and stuffs it in his pocket.

It's not like you haven’t seen his face under his mask, diamond scars bedecking the sides of his mouth, in a faint cicatrix, painted by a soft stroke of a pink that should be patented for him.

Your breath is on his neck as you look up. It is a gust that seems to wash away his sins.

He loves you like a dog. Feral in all its gruesome and bloody glory, how in the end he has his head perched on your lap, kneeling as you brush your hands in his hair, loving him despite all his blemish and bestiality.

The diamonds on the corner of his lips tremble as he leans close, his hand grabbing you closer by your waist, he’s scared.

No one has ever been this close or seen him this vulnerable. He’s afraid of disappointing you. He is nervous about losing control. He is anxious about his first kiss.

“Haru, don’t be nervous.” You say as you move your palm to trace those diamonds on his face; more valuable than any hallmark ones you can find.

He has to close his eyes to control himself, his name uttered by your mouth, Ha-ru… He’s Sanzu to the world, but he is your Haru.

The brush of your skin, feeling someone stepped up on the accelerator of his heart. As you bring your finger towards Sanzu's face, a gentle caress over the bridge of his nose elicits a subtle scrunch at the tender sensation. Your finger then glides to the dip of his lips, tracing the contours of his mouth with a delicate touch, before lingering over the ridged skin at the corners with a gentle reverence.

His lips part in a shaky 'o', head tilts slightly, revealing a constellation of blue veins on his neck, his Adam's apple bobbing like a soft landmark on the expanse of his flesh when he gulps.

He leans in, the muscles of his face twitching slightly before he stops halfway through. Your noses touching. His sharp, small naxal muscles, and fuchsia eyes peering into yours like the world is ending.

And then your lips finally meet. It's awkward and stiff, with skin getting caught between teeth, lips hitting cacophonically, but it's special, enchanting perchance. It's gradual, saccharine melting of lips, eyelids fluttering, palms holding each other's faces comfortably..

Breathing heavily and pulling away with flushed faces as silly grins break onto both your faces.

Sanzu loves you like a dog but kisses you like you are his god.

— TOKYO REVENGERS - Fanfictions

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white-poppie · 11 months

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I wanna be yours

Synopsis: You have had a crush on your older brother's best friend for years now, Shinichiro Sano, the biggest loser there is to exist, but he shares the same pining for you?

Pairing: S.sano x gn! reader Genre: Fluff-> Suggestive-> Angst -> Fluff, SFW TW: Age gap (4 years) smoking, crying, cursing, Waka being mean, Shin being the biggest flirt ever, sooooo much tension Phew~ WC: 2k A/N: Reader is around 18 here and Shin is 23. Before you come at me saying 'omg the age gap' shush.

Song rec: Just One Day by BTS (listened to it on rep while writing.)

You frowned at the grey clouds, meandering malevolently overhead, the moisture in the air made you sniffle as you found yourself tracing your steps to Shin's shop.

A weird dread lingered whenever you came to your brother's best friend's shop. The smell of gasoline and that crooked smile on his face, smeared with oil and dirt always sent a catastrophic spurge of butterflies in your stomach.

"Sano san," you called, entering the half-open shutter. Half-open to stop the water from entering. You were drenched from head to toe, clothes sticking uncomfortably to your skin and the cold made you shiver.

Shinichiro peeked at you from under one of the cars. His black tresses stuck to his forehead due to the sweat and humidity under the machinery, "Hey Y/N", he drawled, his eyes squinting to adjust to brightness as he saw your pathetic and soggy state, "shit, you're soaked." He said stating the obvious.

With a slight groan, he got out from under the car, his breathy voice sending shivers down your already trembling figure.

Dusting his pants he looked at you, "Got caught in the rain?" He said with his onyx eyes seemingly undressing your soul.

You bob, "Do you mind if I stay here till the rain stops? It's really cold."

Shinchiro nods as he picks up a towel to wipe his sweat with, throwing it somewhere on one of the bikes. He looks at you for an uncomfortably long time, his inky, dark eyes raking on your drenched silhouette. He has to clench his fists to stop him from staring, he sighs and walks into the storage as you stand awkwardly, soaked like a duckling in the middle of his shop.

He comes back with a jacket, his posture straight and wide shoulders pushed back as he walks. He grabs the jacket with his hand and comes close to you, you can smell his peppermint aftershave, his chest inches away from your face as he puts the jacket on your shoulders, fixes the collar, and tucks your hair that falls loose behind your ear so that it doesn't get stuck in the zipper. It takes him all humane strength to not caress your cheek and pull you close as you look up at him with those doe eyes of yours.

"Feel warm enough?" he says softly, his voice all raspy like he is thirsty for something.

You nod and flush, looking away, feeling as if you are melting from his intense gaze.

A breathy laugh escapes from his nose as he pats your head, "So cute."

You gulp as your heart thumps in your chest. You've had a crush on Shinichiro since you first met him when your older brother Wakasa brought home a kid with a funky-looking hairstyle. You were 8 at that time and Shin was 12. You were experiencing those cliched-brother's friend trope, god you have rejected so many boys just for him.

And being so close to him, even after all these years, sent a catastrophic spurge of sparks, his voice, his scent, his gaze--it was almost painful, trying to take each breath in the heavy air.

Shinichiro breathes shakily as he looks into your eyes, he seems to be in a spell-bound trance at the sight of you...and you are so close to him, his arms itching to embrace you, his fingers parched for the sensation of your skin underneath them, it was almost perverse how his desire for something so tender and non-sexual was killing him from inside.

"Sano-" you whisper breathily, eyes flickering at the taller man

"Shin," he corrects you, his fingers still resting behind your ear, “It’s Shin for you.”

You gulp and nod softly, heart muscle thumping like a jerking light bulb, spasmodically. Your hands and feet were cold, it was like adrenaline was pumping in your body, everywhere except your face, which was flushed.

"Shin," you correct yourself softly as if relishing the syllables of his name on your tongue.

“Good job,” he says, his eyes filling with something so raw, you felt undone by it, The hand that rests behind your ear now moved to rest on your cheek as he slowly closes his eyes and leans in.

Your heart speeds up at the gesture, but there is this void in the pits of your stomach that makes you move away, “stop,” you say softly.

Shin snaps out of the trance and takes a step back, “shit, Y/n I am so fucking sorry, I should’ve asked before, is ms sorry I misread your actions.” He sighs guiltily, his stomach almost dropping at the thought that he made you uncomfortable, "I am sorry, I really am, I should have been the mature one in this situation instead of getting carried away, you are still a kid.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

Your heart hurts at the word thought that he still thought of you as a kid, you were an adult, what difference did it make if he was just a couple years older than you?

“ ‘S not why I moved away,” you say and look at the ground, knowing that if you look into those abysmal eyes, they would draw out the tears in yours. “Your explanation just proved that I did the right things- you feel as if that desire was impulsive, lust-fuelled.” Your voice cracks as you explain it to him, “I don’t want that, I don’t want that half-hearted kiss, without any romantic feelings just because of one day, I don’t want that Sano san.”

His throat felt dry at the pain in your voice, the crack in your words and the use of his family name, “who said to ya that it was a momentary thing?”

“Please,” you chuckle bitterly and sniffle, “you confess to every other girl, how am I different?”

“You are different,” he says sternly and takes your hand in his. His rough, calloused hands, the skin cracked at the intense work in the shop. “Yer’ special to me.”

“Bet you say that to every girl,” you say on the verge of crying, you would’ve died, take your feelings to your grave, but this was so much more painful.

“I don’t,” he says softly, the smile lines on his face lighting up his pale skin, “I’ve only said it to you, never seen anyone as perfect as ya'. I am addicted to you.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

"Then why didn't you- why didn't you show any interest before? Why didn't you ever confess before?" You ask, harshly, there is a rawness in your voice, a slight desperation. You don't even try to hide your emotions anymore.

"I thought you'd be weirded out," he says and almost traps you at how close he is to you, you can hear how his heart is hammering against his slender frame, "I thought you'd be weirded out by the fact your nii-chan's best friend had taken a fancy in you."

"Shin," you say sternly and grab him by the collar of his work shirt. His breath hitches as he keeps a hand a few inches above the wall where you are standing, to prevent himself from stumbling into you. His breath is fanning on your face, a trembling arm propped over your head and face barely inches away, "do you really think I care? You are barely 4 years older than me, we are both adults, why are you hesitating?"

Shinichiro just looks at you, speechlessly, his eyes wavering between your eyes to your lips and then back at your eyes again, "dunno." He says, "been so attracted to you for the longest time, dunno why I am hesitating."

You gasp at his deceration, heartbeat speeding rapidly, he is just inches apart, you can feel his minty breath hitting your face, goosebumps erupting on your arms.

Shin leans in, as if testing the water, not quite close to your lips as his half-lidded eyes undress your soul, "maybe I am hesitating 'cause of Waka."

"Waka-nii always scared boys away from me, back in middle school, I never protested though, my heart was already on his best friend after all," you whisper out, your fingers holding the fabric of his

"Fuck, you've been waiting for that long?" he says, his breath a little unsteady at the proximity, "been' waiting that long for me? What did you even see in me, I had the shittiest hairstyle and was the biggest loser ever."

“I saw you, the real you,” you say softly, “I saw your soul, kind, compassionate and so caring. You say and wipe a small spec of grime against his porcelain and statuesque face. “I saw your resolve, that toothy grin, hands so caring they carry the weight of the worlds.”

His heart thumps at each sound that leaves your mouth, shivering at the chafed intensity of your words, he doesn’t speak. He doesn’t move.

“You are so warm, Sano san, you are warm like the sun, I can’t help but bask in your glory,” you say with a cathartic outpour of sealed devotion.

Shinichiro Sano is silent. He breathes in your words, your presence and the reality called forth, "hell, you're gonna make me cry." He says, his nose slowly brushing in a tint of delicate pink.

"You made me cry so much more," you chuckle and shake your head.

Shinichiro's eyes gloss in empathy, " I'm so sorry. You know, I guess I'm still the old stupid Shinichiro, huh? Always making dumb mistakes. But from now on… I'll change. I'm never gonna make you cry again, I promise. I'll try and give you all the happiness I never could when we were younger. I won't ever leave you unhappy, I promise."

Your heart thumps wild against your chest, eyes filling with a warmth that you can't quite control at this moment.

Shinichiro's mind runs into an overdrive at the thought of you yearning for him for so long. These past few years were hell for him but for you? You've succumbed for so long. His mind runs to think of Waka, and how he would punch his face at knowing what transpired in his mind for so long...but it would be worth it. Waka would kill him, and break his bones, but it would be worth it. You would be worth it.

And then Shinichiro inches closer, without paying heed to the consequences of his actions. His eyes flutter to your lips, begging, starving, longing for your words of agreement before he makes an advance.

"Kiss me Sano san," you say softly, your breath fanning against his raw and bitten lips.

Shinchiro smiles, boyishly, his white pearlescent teeth, glinting under the dim light of the shop. The sound of rain pattering against the metal shutter echoes, but nothing is louder than your heartbeats, "it's Shin to you."

He says and closes the distance, finally. His lips moulded against yours, hands holding your face, shoulder hunched upwards, and head leaned towards you. His long black lashes flutter in delight as you kiss back, the pace slow, sensual and full of longing.

When you pull away, you rest your head against his, and just bask in his embrace, wordlessly, as if recollecting all the memories of all the time lost.

"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?" you hear a piercing shout that makes you whip your head and sweatdrop to see Wakasa.

"Finally?" Takeomi peeks from behind Wakasa with an amused grin and looks back, "Oi Benkei ya gotta pay me up!"

You hear Benkei sigh and Wakasa glares at them...everyone had a lot of explaining to do.

— TOKYO REVENGERS - Fanfictions

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white-poppie · 10 months

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𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐋♡𝐕𝐄 — H.Shuji x reader

Synopsis: You are a small novelist, struggling for inspiration and ideas until you come across a charming gangster, called Hanma Shuji, who turns out to be your muse. Months later when your novel is published with him as the ML, the obsession only grows.

Pairing: Hanma Shuji x gn!author!reader Genre: YANDERE!, MAFIA! AU TW: crying, drinking, smoking, reader and Hanma both being twisted in the head, gore, Hanma being the sadist he is, hanma calls reader 'pretty' and 'doe', WC: 1.7K +

NOTE: I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT PROMOTE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOUR. It is impractical scary and even gross. Violation of someone’s personal space/ life is not being romanticized in this post. Rather it is JUST A FICTIONAL TROUPE WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.

A/N: Don't worry, its SFW!

Your grip is shaky, and tender as you gulp the bitter liquid down, it burns your throat in an ambrosial haze. It's as if your brain is barren with not a seed of creativity getting planted to fertilize into a bigger idea. You breathe a sob-sigh and sniffle, downing yourself in the liquid confidence.

You bury your face in your palms, and your elbows shake as you lean on the wooden counter. The music is loud and chaotic; it isn't a place for someone like you who spends most of her time, copped up in her mind, creating realms of her own as she writes.

You can't write. You can't write. You can't write. There have been no ideas, no inspirations, no random snippets of intense plotting and character-building...what will you do?

The neon lights dance on the yellowish-coloured tonic in your glass.

You hear the seat beside you being dragged. Your eyes fall towards the source of the sound, eyes meeting slender veiny hands, bejewelled with tattoos on their backs. A thick vein runs down his right hand to his elbow.

Your eyes gently trail upwards. His black long-sleeved turtleneck is rolled up to his elbows, his highlighted hair is neatly combed to one side, and then you look up at his long, chiselled face, sharp nose and dragon eyes...you realise he is already gazing at you with his lips turned into a soft smirk. You feel a sudden heat suffusing your cheeks. You try to avert your gaze, but his eyes have already captured yours and neither of you seem willing to let go. He continues to look into your eyes, and you feel yourself slipping away. You can savour the intensity of the moment, and it's almost electric. He tilts his head and asks, "What's a pretty angel like you doing crying in a place like this ?"

You breathe sharply and look away, averting your gaze from the handsome stranger, "just...going through things." You say.

He looks at you and nods, but he clearly isn't used to taking no for an answer. "Why spend your youth wallowing on the side, when you..." He raises his glass and points at the group of people huddled on the dance floor, "could be enjoying it on the stage instead."

You look at him in wonder...stage. William Shakespeare used it before: "The world is a stage and all men and women are players."

You blink and answer, "Why be the player when you can be the narrator?" You say softly, steering your eyes from the dance floor, back to him.

His eyebrows raised in delight at your words. He was used to people being scared of his appearance, his stature, his voice and tattoos. He just screamed 'danger' wherever he was. People talked to him for only a few reasons: for money, for partnership, for mercy or for him to warm their bed in such a way that he would ruin any other partners for them.

"Why be the player when you can be the narrator?" he says excitedly, "--when you can control the play from the sidelines." He says, adding his own twisted ideology to your personality-introducing a statement to him. It wasn't what you meant, but you didn't correct him. "You are an interesting one, you know?" he says and fetches a cigarette from his pocket and lights it, "you are one of the only people I've met who can keep a conversation dynamic." He grins with a wicked smirk, and you swear your heart hammers for him in a way that it has for no one.

"I didn't catch your name," you say softly.

"Hanma Shuji," he says with a proud smirk, "what's your name, pretty?" He asks.

"Y/N L/N," you say and ask again, curious about the man in front of you. You are never one for small talk, but there is just something so magnetic about him that you have to ask, "What do you do for a living, Hanma-san?"

"Just Hanma is okay," he corrects and sighs, a mischievous grin on his face, "I am a mob boss, have a big gang wrapped around my finger like fools." He studies your expression, "Did I scare ya? It's okay if you wanna leave, not gonna hold it against you or send my 'scary men' after you." He says exaggeratedly.

You blink blankly at him, studying his face. “I had my suspicions…got that vibe from you.” You say and pause, “But for some reason I am not scared.”

Hanma dissects your reply, drawing closer to you as he says quietly, his words heavy and menacing but like a siren's song, “You should be.”

“I should be,” you nod your head softly, “but I am not…"

Hanma studies your face with an unmoving stare. His breath trickles down your face, a gentle blend of cigarettes and mint. He looks at you as if he is remembering the exact proportions of your face.

"You intrigue me," he says and chuckles, "you still haven't told me why you were crying in a bar." He says and softly wipes the remaining tears from the corners of your eyes. For some reason, you don't feel revolted by this stranger's touch.

You shake your head and reply, "A writer loses all sense of the world when their mind is barren of inspiration. I was just looking for a push, I guess. But I was only met with a bottle of whiskey and more questions than answers. I can't help but feel like I'm in a never-ending cycle, blindly searching for an answer that I may never find. I'm stuck in my own head, unable to break free. I can't seem to find my way out. "

As Hanma hums, "So you're a writer, huh? Should have known by how eloquent you are." He's silent for a minute and then says, "Never was a book guy, sitting in one place just reading... it's too monotonous for an adrenaline junkie like me. In my teen years, I loved those twisted romances and thriller mangas." He chuckles in a way that makes you shiver.

You raise your eyebrow at him, "Dark romances, huh? Did they inspire you into becoming a mob boss?"

Hanma hisses with a faint smile on his face. "Not so loud, sweetheart." You chuckle and apologize.

"What do mob bosses do?" you ask curiously.

He crosses his arms and leans back. "What don't we do?" he replies. "Money laundering, smuggling, extortion, you know, the usual." He smiles, and you can see a hint of mischief in his eyes.

You can't help but smile at how nonchalant he is about it. You sense a darkish longing from both ends, like two poles of the magnet so close, just waiting for the right distance to be pulled close. It's like a course of warm ideas is injected into your brain. You can't help but feel drawn to him like he's the natural ending to your story.

It is interrupted by Hanma receiving a call. He picks up the phone and his expression immediately darkens. "I'll be there." He says and cuts the call and looks at you with longing and apology. He stands up, takes a deep breath and says, "I'm sorry, but I have to leave. I'll keep an eye on you." He takes one last look at you before turning to leave.

"I found my muse..." you mutter to yourself as you see him leave.

[1 year later]

And he meant that. He meant when he said 'I'll keep an eye on you.' He was a mob boss, so it was easy for him to find your whereabouts and know everything about you. It almost seemed like he didn't want to hide his presence from you. However, you for some odd reason didn't mind this man spying on your life; it made you excited.

By this time you had completely researched his life, persona, crimes, and remembered them like a textbook. Multiple articles of his gang's works were pasted on your apartment walls along with letters in front of your apartment. These letters had no sender or address, but the cologne smell was him. You pinned the letters to your walls, sighing and reading them multiple times a day, knowing he was watching you all the time.

You smiled softly, signing your book 'Ghastly Love' in the author convention. Having been acclaimed as one of the bestselling dark romances on booktok and bookstagram, you were elated to have met Hanma Shuji that night...the man who inspired you to write a book. You had never met him for a year. However, you felt his presence, his gaze and the imaginary version of him you created in your head.

Another happy fan comes and you sign the book for them. Multiple people praise your writing, but it feels so empty. The convention ends and everyone leaves. Everyone is wrapping up when one last fan comes.

I'm sorry I can't do anything. My train got late." He says, drawing your attention as the security guards push him away and all the other writers stare at him.

"Come on I just want Y/N L/N's sign. I've travelled far for this, I'll leave in 5 minutes." He says and you chuckle.

"Let him in," you say and smile, impressed by this fan's dedication. He walks confidently towards you

You look up and smile at another person, he is taller than the rest, your hands are ready to sign the book when you spot the familiar tattoo on his hand...Hanma.

A shocked gasp escapes your throat as you look up at him, your eyes watering. He lowers his mask and smirks. "Hey doe." He says, calling you the name your ML called your FL in the novel. "You've become quite famous over the past few months, yeah? But let me tell you, the guy you wrote about in your novel is nothing. This right here, in front of you is the real deal." He smirks.

You sob and hug him tightly. You had him now...and you wouldn't let him go. He was your muse, after all. Suddenly, he pulls away and looks deeply into your eyes. He whispers, "So freaking proud of ya'." He says and kisses you.

'Dedicated to the handsome stranger I found in the bar that night. Thank you for being my muse; I highly anticipate meeting you again, and this time I won't let you go."

DID YALL KNOW IVE WRITTEN A BOOK LIKE Y/N TOO?!?! Of Vengeance and Ashes” -> BUY NOW!!!! I am a 15-year-old author who needs support, I assure you it won't disappoint! It's okay if you don't buy, it would be enough to share the link with someone else who might be interested! I humbly request you support my career as a child author by purchasing my book. This would help me to write more books in future.

— TOKYO REVENGERS - Fanfictions

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white-poppie · 11 months

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Racer Mikey x reader a little bit of age gap?!? And idk like she's an University student

𝐎𝐇𝐌♡𝐌𝐈!

Synopsis: Racer!Mikey takes you on a date, a special one where he teaches you how to ride a bike

Pairing: S.sano x AFAB!reader Genre: Fluff SFW TW: Age gap, sexual tension WC: 1k Song rec: OHMAMI by Case Atlantic

A/N: Also check out: If we live 𝔣𝔞𝔰𝔱, let us die 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤’ (How being in a relationship with Racer!Mikey is like)

Twenty minutes...For twenty minutes you have been waiting in front of your university gates, the harsh summer sun shining overhead, making sweat run down your makeup that you had recently fixed in the washroom.

The familiar rev of the engine made your ears perk, looking towards the source of the sound that had the entire country turning their heads. The sight of the onyx locks of asymmetric hair, that flow backwards in a dance with the wind. His piercing eyes almost devouring your being in the most achingly pleasant way possible as he rolled down the tinted windows.

His slender hands clad in finger-less leather gloves that gripped the steering wheel of his car with the same ease as he gripped the handles of his bike.

"Manjiro..." you deadpanned and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

Mikey chuckled softly, hint of pearlescent teeth peeking through his chiseled mouth. He reached downwards and pulled out a bouquet of gorgeous, white lillies.

Your frown turned into a gasp and then a big smile and you looked him.

"Sorry baby, was getting these ready for you, the fixes in my bike took more time than I planned so I got late in coming here," he said with a soft smile and and gestured you to come sit on the seat next him.

You open the car door and sit beside, tucking yourself with the seatbelt.

"Thank you, 'Jiro," you say with a flustered grin, holding the the lillies and sniffing their saccharine scent.

Mikey smiles and looks at you briefly squeezing the flesh on your thigh as he returns his eyes on the road, driving to the location of today's date.

"How's college been going?" he asks calmly, eyes focused on the road. The corners of his eyes, decked with fine-smile lines.

"It's been going..." you sigh tiredly, "I'm just really tired."

"My poor girl," he coos at you with a playful, little smile, his fingers trailing up and down on your thigh, "so much stress they put on your little shoulders, tsk." He mutters, "I would've helped you, but I was never the studies-kinda guy."

A flash of an idea comes into his brain as he looks at you, "I should just get you tuitions, huh? That would make it so much easier for you, and you'll get more time to spend with me."

Your eyes widen at the tempting proposition, "No, Manjiro, I can manage, really!"

Mikey raises his eyebrows as he hears your answer, but decides not to speak anything at ruin the mood for the date, "your wish, although the offer stands forever."

You nod and smile as you see the Mikey's bike garage approaching, this was your idea for the date: Manjiro teaching you how to ride a bike and Mikey was more than happy to indulge, ready to spend some quality time with you. Mikey had already gotten a spare bike from Draken's shop for you, although he insisted that you should learn on atop quality bike, you were scared to touch that thing with your rookie skills, much the less drive it.

Mikey opens the car door for you, as you smile and get up, and walk towards the bike, a little hesitant.

He puts on a helmet on you, tightening the strap around your neck and checks its sturdiness, before taking one step away, "there you go."

He walks alongside you and guides you to the bike, "alright, lets start with the basics, push the stand up, but keep holding the bike from its handles, else it will fall."

He says and you nod, easy enough, you push the stand, up with your foot, while holding the bike with your hands.

"Alright, next, plant your feet sturdily and mount the bike, easy enough." He says and stand behind the bike, just in case you lose your balance, "keep your body straight and your grip on the handle tight, just mount it like a bicycle." he explains calmly.

You take a deep breath, apprehensive, its quite different from a bicycle, but nonetheless, you follow his instructions and successfully mount the bike without falling, your feet planted on the ground.

MIkey smiles and moves towards the front and leans close, patting your head, "Good job." He says raspily, as he teaches you the basic controls of a bike, the gears, the acceleration, the pedal, the buttons.

His voice is all low and concentrated when he explains things to you. One hand on the small of your back, another on the handle, his minty breath tickling your face.

Its so difficult to concentrate at the proximity, your eyes occasionally wander to his face when he explains and you just nod.

He looks at your reaction to see if you understood or not, he chuckles when he notices how your gaze is on him instead of the bike. Leaning close to your ears, he whispers, "focus, baby." He says and you flush completely, biting your lips as you look back at the bike.

"I-I was focusing!" you retort, embarassed.

"Sure you were," he says with a laugh, his eyes moving as if he is undressing the very bits of your existence, "pay attention to me sweetheart, we wouldn't want you getting hurt when we do a little test drive tomorrow, yeah?"

You nod, softly as he explains again, this time actually paying attention.

"Phew, alright we're done for today," he says with a smile and stretches his limbs with a breathy groan, his leather jacket rising up a little.

"Alright, wanna get something eat now?" he says and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close, "my treat for you being such a nice student, such a good girl." He whispers and leans in to capture your lips in his.

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C꩜de Red! (hcs.ft Yan!Manila Mikey)

SYNOPSIS: Headcanons of Yandere Manila Mikey taking care of you while you are on your period REQUEST: "Hii! Could I get a yandere manila Mikey x darling who is on her period? GENRE: HEADCANONS, YANDERE! fluff WARNINGS: Reader has a Uterus, ooc mikey, mentions of blood (obv), overprotectiveness, Mikey being too clingy, a littol toxic behaviour, jealousy ୨୧ CHARACTERS: Yandere!Mikey x Gn!reader-(uterus haver)

Yandere Mikey?? Boy be prepared for random bursts of emotions, possessiveness, mood swings and irritative behaviour...you might actually think he is the one who is on his period lmao.

Yan!Manila Mikey is a very possessive and protective person, and expect him to become even more overbearing and clingy.

Doesn't like you going out in general cause it makes him anxious, you are so innocent and the world is so scary, he's just so worried about your safety. But he cannot control your life so he's made peace with it (correction: tries to make peace with it.)

But while you are having the big red? Oh boy..you are not going anywhere. You'll stay in bed, Mikey would get you soup, cuddles, watch Pride and Prejudice for the nth time yada yada, he'll do anything.

He'll bring you your favourite snacks and drinks and cuddle you the entire time, he'll massage your back give you forehead kisses, and basically loves pampering you during this time!

But if you have to go out because of some stupid class or meeting at work? Expect him to show up during lunchtime with a hot meal :) It's annoying but endearing. (please eating cold food during periods is so weird uhuhu)

Mikey would keep track of your menstrual cycle to know when to expect your period. This way, he can be prepared and have everything you need. Mikey is highly protective of you all the time, but he becomes even more so when you're on your period.

Mikey is also a little bit possessive when you're on your period. He doesn't want anyone else to see you in your vulnerable state.

Probably the only time he wouldn't get angry if you give him attitude. He knows that you may be more irritable or emotional than usual, and he's always prepared to handle it.

You can cry as much as you want to. He'll hug you close and whisper sweet nothings to you, he's not the best at words, but you appreciate it nonetheless.

Plus it's advantageous to this koala because he loves sleeping and you guys can thus stay longer in bed.

Would give you a lower back massage to help you relax, he's pretty good at it too!

Doesn't care if you soil the sheets accidentally, he'll wash them for you without any problem. I have a drabble for this here: Shark week!

Mikey's overprotectiveness can be a bit suffocating at times, but he truly believes that he's just trying to help you.

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white-poppie · 9 months

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Cliché' get Closer

Synopsis: When the local 'bad boy' of your institution falls in love. There is a palpable tension that hangs tantalizingly amongst you. The universe plays its game to make the two of you, end up in compromising situations. Cliches that have your heart throbbing!

Characters: Hanma Shuji, Ran Haitani,

A/N: trying something new with multi-tenses

𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈

You have no idea how you ended up like this. As far as you remember, it was supposed to be a study session for Ran who was failing miserably.

...

The teacher had suggested Ran take peer tuition from you. He had walked outside the classroom and looked at you. Your eyes meet. Amethyst pupils…Ran Haitani's eyes were the prettiest you had ever seen. He looked at you half liddlely, twirling his dual-coloured braids in his fingers.

The expression on his face was unreadable. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. You couldn't help but be embarrassed, but you couldn't help but stare at the tall and broad-shouldered man in front of you. His eyes scanned you up and down and then he smiled, his intense gaze softening. You felt a warmth spread through your body as if the sun came out of behind the clouds.

"Y/N could you come here for a moment, I need to talk to you,” he had said to you and you nodded apprehensively at your friends before following your older classmate. He's bad news. Everyone knows that. They avoid him like the plague. It's just him and Rin.

"What is up?" you asked softly, your heart was beating out of your chest due to an expression you don't know.

Ran took a deep breath and rubbed the nape of his neck, “So uh I don’t know how to put this, but I am failing all my classes and our homeroom teacher recommended me to talk to you if you would be interested in giving me peer tuition...since you are smart and stuff.” He said awkwardly and looks at your reaction.

You bit your lip as you considered all the options. He's a delinquent, a violent person, a known bad boy and basically the kid your parents tell you to stray away from. But its studies. if anything goes wrong you can always tell the teacher, right? There is no harm in giving him a chance... that's what you had thought.

...

Ran Haitani was insufferable.

"Wait what- how did you do that?" he asks, keeping his head on the table, like a puppy and you almost get the urge to pet this murderous delinquent.

You sigh and explain for the 5th time, "See you can't apply y=mx+c here since the graph is clearly not a linear function. It's not a straight line, but a symmetric curve. What did I say it is?"

Ran looks at you blankly and then answers, "Cubic function...?"

You facepalm at his answer and then look back at him, "It's a Quadratic function. y= ax^2 + bx + c."

"Ohh, now I get it." Ran nods and quickly scribbles in his notebook.

You sigh and rest your head on your palm as you look at Ran. Whenever he writes, his dual-colored braids move slightly. His knuckles are bruised as if he punched someone, and there is a tiny mole just above his lips. The way his lashes flutter innocently when he reads the problems almost makes your heart race. You can't help but be drawn to him, even though you know you shouldn't be. He looks up and catches your eye, and you quickly look away, feeling embarrassed. You take a deep breath and try to focus on the paper in front of you.

"Done," he says enthusiastically and you take his notebook and scan through the equations, you then look up at him with a smile and nod, "All correct, good job."

Ran smiles proudly and leans back on the chair, "You are a good teacher." You smile at his words and lean back in your chair, observing him silently.

"Say, Y/N," he asks quietly, "do you have a boyfriend?" He spins the pen between his fingers with dexterity. You look at him for a moment, feeling a slight flush on your cheeks. You shake your head lightly, averting your gaze. "No," you say, your voice soft and airy, "I don't have a boyfriend."

His gaze lingers on you for a moment, his lips curling into a small smile. He nods his head ever so slightly and turns back to his work, spinning his pen in his fingers.

It's Ran Haitani, you have to remind yourself. The notorious delinquent of your school. You can't help but feel your heart flutter in your chest. He had always been a mysterious figure, never talking to anyone, but in that moment, he had seemed almost human. He wasn't the same person that everyone whispered about in the hallways, but someone more complex and intriguing.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks and rests his face on his palm. "Well anyways I think this unit is done." He says proudly.

You nod and pack up your things, "I guess that's it for today, I'll let you know if I'll continue the tuition by Monday. You say, ready to leave as he grabs your hand.

"Wait," he says gently, "let me walk you home." He wants to make sure you get home safely and is showing a kind gesture by offering to walk you home. He also might be trying to extend the conversation and see if you want to continue having tuitions in the future.

"Alright." You two leave the library and walk in silence for a while. Your tote bag with books slung over your shoulder.

The sidewalk is almost empty. The two of you stroll toward your house peacefully, but suddenly a rampant kid approaches with his bike out of control and you don't know what to do. At this point, he is incapable of controlling the bike due to its speed. "Move!" he shouts, unable to control the bike.

Ran panics as he thinks of a way to escape and does what seems the closest escapade. He pushes you and himself towards a wall on the right, his hand behind your head. Ran looks back at the kid, scowling at him and then he looks into your eyes as his breathing speeds up. He has you pinned to the wall. Your watery eyes peering up at him almost make him want to tilt his head and capture your lips in his.

He coughs and moves away, a faint blush adorning his face. "Let's go." He says as you two walk towards your house. There is silence again, but it is awkward.

He pauses as you two reach your house. You nod at him, about to enter in as he says.

"I look forward to our next tutoring session, Y/N. Maybe this time I could teach you a thing or two."

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈

"I am regretting my life right now, Hanma Shuji," you whisper-shout as he unlocks the window of the library.

"Relax, sweetheart, I'll get ya' out safe and sound," he says and you feel warmth on your face at that term. You and Hnama had been paired up for an assignment and he had kept on delaying it until the end till the research for the final conclusion of the project was still left.

...

So there he was on the floor of your dorm room, the importance of the university assignment is finally hitting him.

“How do we get the research? Is the internet enough?” He had asked and you shook your head.

“It’s such an oddly specific topic that if can only be done by a few textbooks that are in the library. It would be closed by now! The deadline is tomorrow.” You said rubbing your finger on you temples.

Hanma sighs, his tongue rests on the corner of his lips,”Its my fault I get it, it was a two people project, you handled so much on your own while I was preoccupied with gang shenanigans.” He said, for once taking his education seriously because he knows this accounts to huge percentage of the aggregate and more importantly cause it’s you.

"Lets sneak into the library then," he said and you frowned.

"What? Its 11 PM right now, it must be closed." You huffed.

"Just trust me."

....

The lock opened with a click and he urged you to go in first. You bite your lips and climb into the low window with Hanma's help. His long fingers grip your waist as he easily hoists you up on the sill and the climbs up himself. His tall stature making it easy for him.

You both land on the library floor with a plop and Hanma whispers, "where is it?"

"Probably the left wing, lets go," you whisper back , standing up as you walk slowly to the set of shelves.

Hanma switches on the flash of his phone as he searches through the titles with you, checking the spines of the books, you look at the downward shelves while he checks the upper ones.

"Got it!" He exclaims and takes out the book and shows it to you. You nod in approval at his efficiency. You both switch off the flash and are about to leave when the guard's footsteps are heard.

Your eyes widen as you look at Hanma with a fear-struck expression. Hanma quickly grabs your hand and huddles at the back of the rack with you. He gazes behind the shelves and both of your heartbeats are pounding.

The guard flashes the torch around and leaves. You breathe a sigh of relief, but soon realise the way you are pressed against him. Hanms seemed unfazed, but you could tell that wasn't the case by his rapid breathing and heart thumping under your hand.

You could feel the tension between the two of you, the palpable heat radiating off Hanma's body as you pressed up against him. You both seemed spellbound at the moment, neither willing to break the gaze or the silence that hung in the air.

His hand shakily reaches your cheek to brush the strands of hair that fall on your face. His amber eyes, seemed to be searching for an answer in yours, as though he was trying to read your mind and uncover the secrets of your soul through your gaze alone. You could feel the intensity of the moment, each of you seemingly lost in the other in a way that felt both frightening and exhilarating at the same time.

" 'S pretty," he mumbles hoarsely like it's your name, his back against the side of the bookshelf. He whispers with a dulcet voice that kissed the air like the smell of a fresh blossom of Night Jasmine.

He did this cause he was guilty that has stressed you out more. You who makes an annoying softness in his heart light up, how he subconsciously bends a little while he talks to you, bites his tongue from using crude words…what have you done to him?

You were supposed to be just another student in his batch, when did he get addicted to your voice? When did he start noticing your perfume notes?

It's only an attraction he thinks. Only pure infatuation that comes with your expressive eyes and endearing demeanour...but it's not, it's so much more at it kills him.

He then snaps back into reality and helps you up on your feet, giving you no chance to question his words, "Let's finish the assignment first...we could go for coffee tomorrow."

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The loyal dog and his toy

Sanzu Haruchiyo who does immoral things and flashes you a little insane grin and makes you question your decisions.

Sanzu Haruchiyo who ignores and lashes at you when he is intoxicated, and he is rarely ever not intoxicated.

Sanzu Haruchiyo who keeps a gun on your temple and plays Russian Roulette with you as a joke, he loves to see you plead to lower the gun.

Sanzu Haruchiyo who feels like ecstasy on your lips, you are light-headed and euphoric.

Sanzu Haruchiyo who is Sano Manjiro's little pet. He agrees to anything Mikey says. He would die for Mikey and most definitely not hesitate to kill for him.

Sanzu Haruchiyo who has your body supported with one hand, as you are standing on the railing of the highest building in Shibuya. He says, "if we fall, let's fall together." You know there is no way he would fall with you; you would be the one plummeting to your death, but at least you would be held by him in your last moments.

Sanzu Haruchiyo who has you laid on wads on money. He snorts cocaine from a neat line that ran on your spine.

Sanzu Haruchiyo who is a hidden sadist. He spews backhand comments at you only to see you cry. He then pulls you in his embrace and coos about how he is sorry. He is not, he thinks you look the prettiest when you cry.

Sanzu Haruchiyo who will overdose himself and make you worry about him to death, he just smiles and tells you, "you are crazy to love me."

Sanzu Haruchiyo who will hand you a gun and support your arms as you aim at a fear-struck traitor, Sanzu says that he is a traitor so he is a traitor.

Sanzu Haruchiyo who is your biggest mistake, your beginning, your end; your ruination and preservation.

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white-poppie · 2 years

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New addiction

A/N: Things I like about Mikey: His two best friends (Draken and Mitsuya) and His older brother. Why simp for the shrimp when you can simp for the much hotter, smarter and more mentally stable big brother?

Character: S.Shinichiro x G! n reader Genre: Angst to Fluffiest fluff ever Warnings: smoking, manga spoilers

Song recommendation: Strawberries and Cigarettes by Troye Sivan

Tokyo 卍 Revengers (東京卍リベンジャーズ)

Shinichiro Sano never thought that he would grow up to be a chain-smoker. His hazy eyes flickered between the lights of his shop and the unlit cigarrete.

He grew up while nursing Manjirou and Emma, selflessly, thinking that he never had a childhood of his own. Acting as an only family to Izana Kurokawa and running a bike shop and a gang.

Shinichiro Sano never had time for himself, yet wondered if he had done something wrong in raising Manjirou. What in the actual world was that boy thinking when he attacked Haruchiyo? To think he would simply...rip open the sides of his mouth, all for a toy.

He could have asked him to get a new one. The maniacal look on his face when he ordered Haru to smile with his mouth ripped open. To think a mere child of both more than 7 years...

Shinichiro took a shaky breath a ran a hand on his face, distressed.

You rolled open the shutter of the garage, "Shin?"

Almost tripping on one of the petrol bottles, you make your way to the boy and sat beside him.

"Wakasa told me you were here," you replied. He hummed

Your eyebrows scrunched and you took the unlit death sick from his hand.

"Stop smoking when you are stressed, think of some healthy coping mechanisms."

He sighed and leaned his head back on the wall, "did Waka tell you?"

You nodded and leaned your head back too.

"Y'know you should take help from a professional for Mikey, its not child's play anymore."

He chuckled ironically and closed his eyes, "must've done something wrong in raising that brat."

"Shin," you kept a hand on his shoulder and looked at him with sincerity," you have done the best for your siblings, be it Mikey, Emma or Izana."

"Doubt so," he whimpered, draping an arm on his eyes, "have a lighter?"

"Yeah, but I told you already, no smoking."

"Just one, come on," he bargained.

You sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder which caused him to tense, "no Shinichiro, you gotta take care of yourself, if you die of lung cancer who will look after those three?"

"Just because I need to look after those three?" he asked staring at you questioningly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean..." he gulped not looking away, "does me being safe only matter because I have to take care of them?"

You felt yourself flush at the question, finally understanding what he implied.

"No...it m..matters to Wakasa, Benekei, Takeomi and well me too," you tried to say it as nonchalantly as possible.

"Mhmm..." he chuckled.

"Shin, I have an idea!" you declared happily while looking at him, "what if whenever you feel the need to smoke, you don't smoke, but rather just put an unlit cigar in your mouth?"

"How is that going to help?"

"It works kind of like a metaphor, you are putting the killing thing in your mouth, but not giving it the power to kill you."

Shinichiro just blinked at you for a second," that...was poetic."

"I know right! And then later maybe we can substitute the cigar with candy and until it stops completely... how does that sound?"

"Tried leaving once...suffered from extreme withdrawal."

You hummed and thought for a second," what if, you make a promise to yourself. For example, if you don't smoke for a month, we will treat you to a barbeque?"

"Sounds nice, but once a month is too long."

"True...then you tell me, what do you want?"

"How about...we have a little game?" he smirked mischievously.

"And that would be?"

"For every day, on the first week I don't smoke, I get forehead kisses. The second week, I get kisses on my hand. Third week and fourth-week cheek kisses and at the end of the month, I get proper, fell fledged kiss?"

You made a noise that had to be a mix between 'What the hell' and 'Why are you so smooth?' which sounded to be just a choking sound.

"Deal?" he asked.

"Will it get you to stop smoking?" you sighed.

"One hundred percent."

"Fine..." you whispered and he tapped on his forehead.

"It's not the end of the day," you said weakly.

"Look outside," he pointed at the night etched window.

You gasped in surprise, it had been so long already?

Shinichiro snapped his fingers and drew your attention to him, "gimme my kissey" he fake pouted.

You smiled and gave him a kiss on his forehead.

"You are such a brat," you whispered.

"Learnt that from Mikey."

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𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲-𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

Characters: Rindou x Gn! DETECTIVE reader Genre: Reverse YANDERE, Mafia au (HALLOWEEN-special) Warnings: The reader is like Harley Quinn (Somewhat Histrionic personality disorder.), with power imbalance, gore, guns, and DRUGS!! A HUGE TWIST AT THE END (SFW OTHERWISE) Age Rating: PG-13 Writer: @white-poppie

A/N: I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT PROMOTE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOUR. It is impractical scary and even gross. Violation of someone’s personal space/ life is not being romanticised in this post. Rather it is JUST A FICTIONAL TROUPE WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.

NOTE THAT THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE AND IT IS NOT REAL OR BEING SUPPORTED!!!

Note that I have no knowledge of how drugs work except what I have studied in school/ done research, if there are any factual inaccuracies, please forgive me.

Don't do drugs, kids!

Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

The dim fluorescent lights illuminated his face and made your heart flutter like crazy. There was this sour tang in your drink, probably the guilt. Your conscience revolted against your infatuation, calling you crazy.

But how could you not fall for him?

After investigating him and trailing after him for months. Knowing him from head to toe and despite his grey morals you found yourself falling into the abyssmal feeling of love.

It was sort of Stockholm-ish, without the kidnapping part though.

You found yourself delaying the investigation, knowing that at the end of it, either one of you would be dead--take a taste of the broth while its still warm, one could say.

It felt incredibly hazy now-- your legs were incredibly shaky and powerless. You gasped to pull yourself together, stumbling while getting outside the club. Through your tunnelling vision, you saw yourself being collided with something firm--and then it was all black.

A harsh headache thumped on your temples, making you hiss as you writhed in the restraints.

You squinted to look at the man in front of you. Three buttons unbuttoned, giving you the view of that black tattoo on his chiseled chest you had seen multiple times.

One leg resting atop another, his finger ran on the rim of the wine chalice, adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he indulged himself in the wine, as you sat kneeling a few feet away from him, hands tied to a pole of a club.

His half-lidded eyes drew towards you as he heard the sound of your clothes rustling against the rope. Your eyes widened in fear and you gulped harshly as his eyes undressed you.

“Tell me,” he spoke thickly, “who do you work for?”

You bit your lips and refused to answer, the metallic taste swirled in your mouth.

“For how long have you been stalking me?” his voice raised a little and you looked at him dead in the eye...how did he manage to look so good even when he was mad?

You gulped harshly as a shaky breath left your mouth. So pretty, he was so so so so pretty and he was all yours.

“Answer me!” he snapped, slamming the glass in his hand against a wall, you flinched at his booming voice, suddenly fearing for your life, more than your infatuation.

Rindou Haitani was intimidating—terrifying. One look at him brought you to a dreadful shudder, and it only became worse every time he so much as looked at you. You were paralysed; you had heard things about him that could turn a hitman's blood colder than ice. He was a dangerous cog in the machine and you were caught in the middle of it.

Your eyes flickered to his face for any reaction. It was stone-cold and unwavering, that’s hot.

“I-uhm,” you cringed as your voice betrayed you, “2 weeks.”

“Lies,” he huffed.

“Uhh- fine a month,” you lied again, the crooked look of anger on his face made you bite your tongue and utter the truth,”3 months.”

He looked at you with disgust, “why?”

Walking to your jacket, he searched for any proof of identification, shit, now he was gonna know that you were a detective and he would kill you before he even gets a chance.

“Wait!” you shouted, and his head snapped in your direction, "I know you will want to kill me as soon as you see my ID, yes I am a detective, but I gave up on the case because..." your throat felt dry and hoarse as you spoke the next words

“I-love you so much, Rindou.”

“The fuck?” he spat and you suddenly felt embarrassed.

"I am sorry, I just- I know it sounds unbelievable, but I had enough evidence to get you a jail of a lifetime, but I didn't, I couldn't get myself to. I am so in love with you that it hurts!" You shouted with tears sparkling your waterline.

Rindou stayed quiet for a few seconds, but those were enough to make bile churn through all the cells of your body, “how delusional do you have to be to say this shit?”

“No, no, no, I am not delusional, I have been watching you, loving you for so long; you deserve better, something so perfect, I’ll give you that; please just accept me,” you pleaded.

“Are you sick in your head or something,? he hissed with disgust.

You would rather bear his revulsion, his scrutiny, his spitefulness than be away from him. He was your god! Your saviour, he was your only point of existence!

"I don't care if you call me crazy," you laughed pitifully, “No matter what you do to me, I’ll worship the very ground you walk on. That's what it means to love someone.”

His eyes narrowed as he crouched to your position, sharp features scanning you like some sort of twisted game he has to solve.

His palm moved to your face to caress your cheek, and if it were possible for humans to instantaneously combust, you would've.

Your skin ignited with ache for him, blossoming from the pits of your gut, leaning onto his tender hand. The one of your saviour.

You know every single thing about him. You have memorized the routes he follows and kept information about the people close to him. Break into his house, and steal his belongings for your little collection. You have little photos of him, working, in Bonten, with his colleagues. But you have never gone as far as having inappropriate photos of him. At least you had that my much conscience.

Rindou smirked and moved a little away from you, you whined at the loss of contact, "give me a second, gotta make a call."

"A-Are you going to kill me?" you whimpered, "please don't kill me Rindou, I want to live with you forever!"

"Of course not, I am not going to kill you,doll, just let me make a call to arrange a place for you to stay, you are joining to be mine after all~."

'Doll' shit, you were you were going to burst into flames like a phoenix.' Guess your god, you so revere may not be as divine as you painted him out to be, he accepted you oh so willingly, without thinking you were eccentric.

"Holy shit, Aniki, it worked!" Rindou exclaimed in triumph in his car, "you are the greatest!"

"You know seeing a person's face everywhere, especially when you are supposed to hate them, really entices romance," Ran chuckled.

"But that's not all, you forgot the secret ingredient," Rindou smirked tapping his steering wheel.

"Of course, I didn't," Ran simpered, "seeing your face every day for the case plus the ecstasy we were sneaking in their food. Portraying you in the best light possible, obviously, was gonna work."

"Shit," Rindou leaned his head on the seat, "I finally have them Aniki! My Y/N, my dearest! They were meant to be mine!"

"She is with me, willingly," he hollered, "she is going to be with me forever--we're gon' be the next Harley Quinn and Joker!"

Who knew, dearest Y/N, The hunter you were hunting, that turned to your prey, was the hunter after all. You were the catch and he was the apex predator.

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Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

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Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! You team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband?

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How Ran Likes em'

Characters: Ran Haitani x reader Genre: Crime AU Warnings: casino, poker, gambling, drinking, suggestiveness Writer: @ white-poppie

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Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

"Wait how did I lose again?" you pouted fakely, staring at the dice.

You liked the black dress that you were forced to wear. A tight bodice that fell till your knees and renaissance-style puffy sleeves that adored your shoulders.

Your phone lay in your purse, connected to it was a chip, Naoto and Mitsuya could hear everything.

"You bet 5 and it landed on 6," the man chuckled at your unknowingness, "first time here?"

"Yeah, my friend said she would be here, but she cancelled at the last minute, so I thought why not try a hand when I am already here," you muttered, "but I am failing miserably!"

"Wish someone could teach me though," you whispered softly, but loud enough for your prey, no rather your hunter to hear.

Cloudy violet eyes travelled across the table, meeting your gaze, you pretended to squeak in surprise at the encounter (which wasn't really pretence, because, boy were you scared.)

Ran raised his eyebrows at your reaction, a little toothy smirk adorning his porcelain face.

He walked over to your table, a hand swirling the Vodka glass in his hands, standing behind you, he chuckled when you visibly tensed at your position.

"Need a hand, pretty?" he said huskily and you shivered in slight fear, "I'll help you with the game."

"That- would be g-great thank you" you answered, suddenly the corset wrapped around your waist felt much tighter.

"Are you from Japan?" he questioned

You fake gasped and smiled, "yes! you too sir?"

"Mhm," he smiled, secretly liking the fact that you addressed him as 'sir.'

✅: Ran loves being called sir.

He looked at the host, "what game you playin'?"

"Hazard," he answered.

"Ooh, a simple one," he said breathily, "Listen, doll, you'll be given two dies, choose a number between 5 and 9 and roll, you get money or get money taken from each right or wrong answer."

"Got it," you nodded taking the dice in your hands. Shaking them in your hands.

"Pick a number," the host asked.

"7," you answered and rolled the die and it landed on 7!

You smiled at the host, he passed you the 20000 yen ($150)

"Ooh~ you are a first learner," Ran grinned.

"I calculated the median (middle value) as soon as I understood the rules, a high chance of a win," you answered sweetly.

"Impressive."

✅: Ran likes em' smart

"Say, doll, wanna watch me play poker?" he asked and you nodded shyly, how pretentious.

Ran chuckled and guided you to the poker table, everyone there just screamed 'rich' without even uttering a single word. The wooden table glinted under the yellow light, people wearing suits and their women practically stuck to them with glue.

"Give me the deck," he told a man who looked like he was in his forties.

"Eh? It's my turn right now!" he panted out, keeping a hand on the woman's spine who sat on his lap.

Ran smiled and took out the gun that was tucked under his shirt and kept it on the table, a kind smile was etched on his face, "the deck, old man."

The man gulped ad handed him the deck, and the lady squeaked in terror. "Let's go," he told her and left his seat, another man took the opportunity and sat opposite to Ran.

"Didn't know guns were allowed at Casinos," you said as calmly as possible.

"They aren't, but people make an exception f' me," he looked at you and winked. A few seconds of quiet went by as he spoke again, "what's wrong, doll, scared?"

"More like intrigued," you said cheerily.

Ran chuckled at your response, "aren't you an interesting one."

"By the way, I didn't catch your name yet," you asked.

This made him suddenly go stiff and for the first time tonight, you feared for your life.

"Usually I don't answer when people ask me this, but it's Haitani Ran."

"Ash(Hai) Valley(Tani) and Orchid (Ran), you have a pretty name."

✅: Ran likes em' occasionally bold

Ran laughed at your etymology of his name, "how adorable," he whispered, "let's start the game, shall we?"

Saying that Ran Haitani had skilled hands at Poker would be an understatement. His nimble fingers worked quickly through the card deck, shuffling his cards in some squanderingly extravagant way.

You weren't going to lie, you were impressed.

"You are so good at this," you said staring at his hands, "like a magician."

"Wanna see some real magic doll?"

You nodded excitedly, mentally groaning at the act you had to put up.

"Get me a Martini princess, I'll win for you til' then," he chortled, giving his opponent a dangerous glint.

You nodded and walked to the bar, "one martini please."

✅: Ran likes em' obedient

Ran wasn't lying when he said he was going to show you some magic. You had absolutely no idea how he had managed to win 10 million yen ($74,300) in a matter of minutes. He extended his hand and you gave him the martini.

"Cheers," he said while bumping the glass in the air, towards his opponent, he was mocking them. The man tsked and left at his humiliation.

You clapped in delight, "sir that was amazing!"

"You were the lucky charm, pretty," he smirked and you couldn't help but cringe at his blatant flirting.

"I failed to catch your name," he asked.

"Tanaka Yumi," you smiled while placing forward a fake name Naoto had given to you.

"Tanaka Yumi, would you be interested in working for my organization?" he asked, you heartbeat lifted at his offer, he had fallen right into your trap.

"Don't have to do much, just run a few errands, listen to everything the members say, calculate a little and most importantly, not tell a single soul where you were and what is happening inside the premises."

"May I know what is the name of the organization," you asked to appear genuine.

"Bonten." bingo.

You gasped at his statement, "Bonten as in the criminal organization?"

"Mhm," he chuckled, "you'll get a lotta money though, and if you disagree...I'll have to kill you because you know too much."

You gulped and nodded, "I-i- accept sir, I am in need of money, my brother passed away recently, he was the only one I had in my family,' you sniffled.

Ran cooed and patted your head in faux sympathy, "there, there."

You looked at the time and gasped, "I will have to leave now sir, would there be any interview for the job?"

"Nope, I am the interviewer and you are hired, come to work from tomorrow," he searched his pockets and took out a card, "remember doll, no harm will be done to you as long as you keep your mouth shut."

You nodded and bowed at him.

'Ran Haitani,' you thought.

'Tanaka Yumi,' he pondered.

"I am going to ruin you."

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Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

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Dada!

Characters: Ryuguji Ken x AFAB reader x daughter!

Genre: (Domestic) FLUFF 🧸

Warnings: too cute, you will get cavities

Age Rating: not applied

Writer: @ white-poppie

Synopsis: Your daily shenanigans with your husband and adopted daughter.

This fic is an excerpt from my book: L'appel du vide (Please check it out!!)

Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

You rubbed your eyes to adjust to the intensity of the light that peered through the curtains. Groaning, you flopped into the covers even further if possible. Making a small, sort-of rabbit burrow.

"Wake up," a rough voice boomed from your side, you peeked up from the covers a little and found Draken standing in front of you with his arms crossed on his chest.

"What time is it?" you drawled, stretching a little.

"7, get up, you are going to be late for work!" he nagged.

"Five minutes more, Kenny," you whimpered not wanting to leave the comfort of your blankets.

"Wake up, I have to drop Maki to school and then go to the shop!"

"Fine," you grumbled and kicked the covers over you. You looked around a little, "where is Maki?"

"I woke and dressed her up, she is having breakfast right now," he smiled at your first concern after waking up being Maki.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he kept his large calloused hands on your waist. "Morning Ken," you sighed as you planted a kiss on the tattoo on his temple.

His thumb rubbed circles on your back, "Morning baby, but get dressed now or you will be late."

You groaned and pouted your lips, "Come on, Kenny I was trying to be romantic here."

"I know," he laughed, "but you gotta get ready or I will be late for work and Maki would be late for school. Remember the last time you tried being romantic n the morning; both of us got four hours late and poor Maki even missed her bus."

"Okay no need to remind me that!" you huffed flusteredly.

"Right, right, but it not my fault that you were-."

"OKAY KEN I HEAR YOU, I AM GOING TO TAKE A SHOWER!" you exclaimed as you ran into the washroom and Draken laughed at your antics.

After taking getting ready, you sat for the breakfast Ken had prepared for you, which was just boiling the milk for cereal.

Maki let out a sad sigh as she stared at her un-pigtailed hair, "Mama can you tie my hair?"

"I am eating right now, love, can you ask dad?" you answered while eating the cereal.

Maki climbed down from the chair and went to Draken, "Dada, can you tie my hair?"

Draken gave you a questioning look, as you shrugged your shoulders. He sighed and sat in front of Maki. Holding the two rubber bands between his teeth as he tied her ponytail.

"You remember Uncle Mikey right?" Draken question, "the one I told you about?" She let out a hum of approval.

"I used to do his hair like yours," he said lamentfully.

"Where is uncle Mikey then?" she questioned while swinging her legs.

"Hmm... let's say uncle Mikey did some bad stuff and now he is sorry for them, now he is in place for people like that," he answered while giving a final tug to her ponytail.

"Can I meet him?" she asked and looked at him.

Draken stayed quiet for a second and then responded, "soon. Very soon."

"Maki! Kenny! I am leaving now alright?" you questioned loudly, clutching all your work stuff.

"Bye-bye mama!" she responded with her gummy smile.

"Take care Y/n!"

That's how your daily routine is. After you go to work, Draken drops Maki to school, goes to the shop and after the school time is over he picks up Maki and she stays with him until your work is done. You go and pick her up from the shop at 5 (if work ends late, Draken and Maki go home.)

The shop closes at 7, so sometimes while Draken is busy with a customer. Inupi is given the job to babysit Maki.

"I am back!" you exclaimed while the two men and one child looked at you.

"Mama!" Maki laughed while she wore Inupi's jacket which was much larger than her, but not as large as Draken's jacket.

"Ehh, Maki why are you wearing uncle Nupi's jacket?" you said in a teasing tone so Draken could hear. Inui sweatdropped at your statement.

"Because I like it," she said confused.

"Hmm, then why are you not wearing Dada's jacket?" you asked and Inupi suddenly looked panicked while you winked at him to keep quiet.

You fake gasped a little, "is it because you like Uncle Nupi more than Dada?"

Now even Draken was looking at Maki, hope filling his eyes. Maki thought for a while and this may or may not have offended Ken.

She kept a finger under her chin as if thinking hard, "Uncle Nupi is nice to me...he buys me toys and plays with me."

Draken huffed in disappointment and continued doing his work. What was he thinking? Maki was just a toddler and on top of that he wasn't her real father, even though he loved her more than his life...he can't expect a child to do that.

"But Maki loves Dada so much! Dada tells Maki about Toman and Uncle Taka and Uncle Chifu and Uncle Nao! And he is very strong and he takes care of Mama!"

A huge smile lit up on Draken's face as he crouched to his knees and spread his arms for Maki to jump in. Maki giggle loudly at his action and wiggled out of Inupi's jacket into Draken's arms.

Ken hugged her tightly and smothered kisses on her face with an audible 'mwah' sound.

You and Inupi chuckled at his fatherly side, something the stoic Ryuguji Ken rarely shows. He is known for being daunting, but Maki is the only person who can actually make him go soft, not even you.

Draken picked Maki and sat her on his leg. She gave a huge toothy grin which Draken reciprocated. His grimy face still glowed with love as he talked to her about god knows what.

You gently took out your phone and clicked a picture. A sight you would trade the world for. Two people you would go through the hanging from the ledge thing, again.

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Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

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Manjirou come down

Character pairing: S.Manijro x Gn! reader Genre: ANGST Rating: 11+ Warnings: death, crying, gangs, canon divergence, toxic relations, Heights, Suicide, Manga Spoilers!

NOTE: I am not romanticizing anything that is happening in this fic. If you are feeling urges to cause harm to yourself, please don’t. You are worth so much more. You deserve everything good in the world. If you ever want to talk to someone, my DMs are always open.

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Tokyo 卍 Revengers (東京卍リベンジャーズ)

Cursed, that's what he was. Sano Majirou was cursed. He is condemned to take people's lives like the plague. People die at his hands, they instead of him and even for him.

"Manjirou, why did you call me to the rooftop of a building?" you asked softly.

His white hair danced with the wind. Boney legs and petite figure, oh so exhausted and tired. His dull black eyes shimmered in the reflection of the lights in buildings. The sound of cars and people was minimal at the height; peaceful.

"Sanzu is dead," he whispered.

"Oh sweetheart I am so sorry," you cooed pulling him in a hug, running your hands on his spine and littering kisses on his tired eyelids.

Mikey thinks he is a sinner, which is true. He has attended too many funerals in one life. Shinichiro, Izana, Emma, Draken, Baji... everyone died because of him.

He was sure you too would die, the only person in this world that he had left. He won’t be able to bear that...not anymore please.

“Y/N,” he said leaning his forehead on yours, “I am going to kill myself tonight.”

You moved back in shock,” what are you talking about Manjirou?”

“I don’t think I can live from the guilt anymore,” he wrapped his arms around his stomach, “I just...don’t want to live anymore.”

“Mikey!” you shouted, “what the hell? What about me then?”

“Live your life, find someone better,” he chuckled moving away and standing on the ledge, his loose black clothing danced weightlessly. His arms were spread wide open, as if enjoying the last breath of fresh air.

“Manjirou! come down!” you screamed holding onto the fabric of his pants.

A melancholic smile painted upon his face. You felt your ribs squeezing your lungs, unable to breathe, unable to comprehend. Panic was written upon your face. Your fingers trembled on the cloth.

“Let me go,” he sighed.

“Do you think I am stupid? Do you care so little of me that you are going kill yourself right in front of my eyes, or rather kill yourself while I am still alive, knowing that I could have prevented it all!”

“You sound like someone I used to know...”

“Manjirou stop this foolishness, get down!”

“I am not coming down Y/N, accept it.”

“Mikey if you go, I am going; so jump and I am jumping!” You let go of his clothes and stood on the ledge with him.

“Y/n, don’t do this to yourself,” he pleaded.

“What gives you the right to kill yourself then?” you smiled looking at him, “there is no ‘me’ without ‘you’.”

Tears streamed down his face at your words. He knows that an angel like you would end up in heaven, but he would rot in the filthiest depths of hell, once again away from you. He won't be attending funerals anymore, he would be paying for all the atrocities he has committed, including snatching the light in your eyes and replacing them with the same dullness of his.

“Can you hear me Mikey? I am talking to you!” you shouted.

“Come on Mikey, get up off the roof,” you smiled.

“I don’t deserve to live,” he said.

“You do Mikey, you do; what has happened has happened, you deserve good things as well.”

“If you don’t want to listen, then...” you held his hand, “let's jump together.”

Mikey smiled and looked at you lovingly, “Maybe in another life?”

“Maybe in another life.”

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Two Birds on a wire

Characters: H.Shuji x G! n Baji reader Genre: FLUFF Warnings: none Writer: @white-poppie

Song recommendation: Line without a Hook

A/N: Y/N is Baji’s sibling!!

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Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

"Hanma-san? What are you doing here?" You squealed seeing the man knock on your dorm window.

"Yo!" he chuckled, "sorry I came without letting ya know, I just really missed you~"

You flushed at his words, averting your eyes, "well now that you are here, come on in."

"Man, now I kinda wanna come back to Uni, fun days," he exclaimed while laying, ruining the bed you had just made.

"It's not like you studied anyways," you pointed, clearing up your desk.

"Why you gotta be so rude, huh? Respect your elders!"

You stuck your tongue at him, "stay here, I'll get some snacks. I recently got a whole stock of chips and chocolates because you always end up eating mine. I kept them in my friend's dorm, I'll go get them"

Hanma flashed you a huge grin, "aren't you the sweetest, angel?" You huffed and ran to avoid him.

He chuckled and his gaze fell on a certain book sticking out from between the mattress.

He gently removed out, thinking it was some academic book that you might later look for until his eyes fell on the neatly written letters: Diary of Baji Y/N.

'Oho! this is gonna be good,' he thought while opening the diary.

He started reading from the most recent pages.

Dear Diary,

Hanma and I hung out today. Have I ever told you how tall he is? He is 6'4! I wish I was a little taller so I could reach my hand to smack him on his head.

Why? Well you see, we went to a cafe, and he just ordered a sandwich and a cold drink. i..saw him dipping a sandwich in cola...I knew he was unhinged but my god.

Y/N

He laughed at your adorableness. Gosh you were so endearing. With swift turn of pages, he read further

Dear Diary,

Hanma helped me sneak into the library for material to study. He knew all the blindspots where cameras are not focused. It was so exhilarating! I felt like I was in a James Bond movie!

When we entered the library, it was pitch dark, and we used flashlights to look for the book. When we found it, I was carefully taking out the book and suddenly the pile of books on top of the book fell.

One fell on top of my head, I hissed and it drew the attention of the person who was taking rounds.

He called out, "who is there?" and walked close. I was so scared!

Then Hanma grabbed my hand and we huddled at the end of the book rack. We were so scared that we couldn't think properly. As soon as the person left, I realized our position.

Hanma was sitting with his back touching the shelf, his legs were folded with a little space an I was sitting between them, my hand was on his chest and his large hand was on the small of my back.

Cliche right?

I swear to god I was so glad it was dark that he wasn't able to see my flustered expression, but I was close enough to make out the smirk on his face.

His other hand had cupped my face, thumb running on the apple of my cheek.

He whispered with a dulcet voice that kissed the air like the smell of a fresh blossom of Night Jasmine.

"Pretty," he said like it was my name. A small whimper escaped my throat, only the sun has ever come this close, only the sun. Y/N

Hanma felt heat bloom in his chest, of warmth and solace. You were truly something else, Y/N

Dear Diary,

I really miss big brother today.

People say Mikey-san has suddenly disappeared, I wonder what happened to the kind and caring Manjiro Sano. I saw an article in the newspaper about this new gang called Bonten.

I knew Mikey made it, it had to be the result of the battle of three deities. Bonten is the Japanese name for god Bramha which also gave way to the gang Brahaman. Unoriginal right? If Keisuke was alive, Mikey would have never gone astray. Big brother would have beat Mikey up until he came back to his senses.

I wish everything could go back to normal, from the day Kazutora killed Shinichiro-san.

Y/N

He felt his heart drop to his stomach, yet he read further.

Dear Diary

I think what I feel for Hanma is more than just attraction or infatuation. It's something rooted deep within the coils of my mind.

It's a fresh wave of adrenaline, yet at the same time, it is the comfort of the blanket of your home. It's soft and fuzzy yet rousing and exhilarating.

He is the only person after big brother who makes me feel truly safe. I know if I am with him, nothing will ever hurt me.

I think I...like Hanma Shuji...no it's beyond liking.

Y/N

Dear Diary

I am adding a letter here because you know considering how much of a scaredy-cat I am, I won't be able to say it face to face. Maybe one day I might get the courage to give it to him.

Dearest Hanma Shuji,

It's funny how I feel the safest when I am with you; those amber eyes that glint with mischief send me over the edge and I am filled with a certain exhilaration.

Might be a metamorphosis, knowing that my life would never be the same once I let you consume me.

Why? I am not sure myself.

It is probably the way you speak in deep whispers, words full of teasing taunts dripping down like ichor, your words are words so compelling, like the pipe of the pied piper that I can willingly follow you to my ruin.

Hanma Shuji-san and my dearest senior, as cliche as it sounds, I want you to tell me every terrible thing you have done, every sin you have committed, yet let me cherish you either way.

~Baji Y/N

Hanma swore he could have felt his ruined, treacherous heart, beat with love. He used to like you a lot, yes, but he never expected you to like him too...to such a degree.

Did you feel safe with him? A delinquent? A man who looks like he will eat you raw? That was the pleasantest thing he had heard about him.

"I am back with the-" you paused dead in your tracks looking at Hanma, holding your diary, "-i can explain-"

Hanma sighed and walked up to you, you closed your eyes thinking that he was gonna yell at you.

He kept a hand on your cheek, "why did you not tell me?"

"I was scared that you won't want to be friends with me anymore and it's true isn't it--."

You were pushed onto your bed until you were sitting on the edge, your brows were knitted in confusion when you saw Hanma sitting on his knees.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

Hanma kept his hand on the nape of your neck, leaning close, "I am trying to kiss you, I don't this my back can handle bending so much, short-stuff."

He leaned in slowly, unlike his do or die behaviour, he dealt with you like you were made up of glass. Something fragile that might break if he was not too gentle.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, and you gasped when you felt his hands circle around your waist. He pulled you to the ground on his lap, slowly ravaging you like you were someone worth worshipping. Gentle caresses littered like he is afraid to break what is already damaged, maybe his sultry and soft touches might heal you after all.

When you two pulled away, you were breathless.

He tapped your cheek and gave a toothy grin, "Let's take it slow for you sweet-cheeks, besides we have got all the time we need in the world."

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Character: Wakasa Imaushi x Gn!reader Genre: Enemies to Lovers AU, Angst, Forbidden Love, SFW Warnings: wounds, blood, sad waka WC: 1k+ Writer:@white-poppie

~ Synopsis: Heirs of two Yakuza gangs, fall in love. Every time is supposed to be the last. The last meet, the last wound, the last kiss, but they can't get themselves to stop. After all, it is as they say: we love, what we cannot have.

"The hell are you doing here?" you hiss quietly, observing the man in front of your house.

"I wish to have a chat," Wakasa answered simply.

"This is my area, Wakasa! If someone sees you here they might get the wrong idea!" you utter while looking around, panicking.

"By someone you mean your brother?" he asks and you bite your lip, "still scared of him? Y'know I can beat that guy up for you."

"Wakasa!" You gasp at his sudden declaration of war. One thing you had learnt from all those years was that there are ears everywhere.

"Leave before I kill you," you bit your inner cheek and stared at him.

With one quick stride, he walked toward you, "How long are you going to pretend that nothing happened between us?"

You gulped and looked at the ground, "Don't think I have gone soft on you yet."

"I know you haven't," he whispered, "but, I really need your help right now, Y/N."

Your eyes widened as you looked at him, "p-please don't tell me, you did it again."

" 'm sorry," he answered, "lemme' come in, jus' this last time."

You breathed shakily and held the door open for him, he gingerly walked to your couch and looked for permission to sit, you nodded.

You walked up to him and sat on your knees in front of the couch, "where?" you demanded.

He lifted his shirt and held it between his teeth, his slender abdomen coming in contact with the prickly air that sent muscle contractions through his body.

There was an ugly lacerated wound that made you shiver at the mere sight of it. You had close your eyes to actually calm yourself down.

"Come to the bedroom," you said, "lie down and I'll get the supplies till then."

"Heh, that's one way of saying you want to bed me," he looked at you with a condescending smile, but his eyes were unfocused from the pain, "taking advantage of an injured man."

He obeyed whatever you told him and laid down swiftly. You balanced yourself on his thighs, making sure that you didn't accidentally hurt him and also that you had the perfect lighting work on the wound.

" 'll need to be stitched," you stated the obvious, "you should go to a hospital for this, it might get infected and that would be more trouble."

"Can't, your brother has put his men on how alert throughout the district. I snuck my way here."

"I told you to not get into fights with him," you said while heating the needle under a lighter to disinfect it, "why do you always do this?"

"Y'know why," he said, and you did know why. All because of the silly, afflicting adoration you shared.

"This is going to hurt a lot," you looked at him with concerned eyes.

"Wait," he huffed and wrapped his hands around you to reach his belt. With a swift motion, he took it out and placed it between his teeth, "can't scream. Can't let your brother know. He'll kill ya'."

You nodded and give him one last warning pat before actually started sticking. At first, it was eerily quiet, just his brows furrowing and a few whimpers escaping his mouth, but soon when the actual process began, it took all his will to not writhe and scream.

His shouts were muffled due to the belt in his mouth, sweat lining his abdomen and forehead.

"Shh-ssh, Waka, it'll be over soon," you consoled him, but the way your hands shook with each gasp of his said otherwise.

With the last stitch, knot and sanitizing, you breathed a sigh of relief and got up from the way you were sitting to let him breathe.

He removed the belt from his mouth, a string of saliva connected and his chest heaved with strain.

"H-how long?" he questioned and you looked at him, "how long are we supposed to pretend to hate each other?"

"You know we can't be together," you said collapsing beside him, turning to face his lilac eyes, "they'll have our head on sticks if we ever get caught."

Your fingers thrummed on his chest, "I told you not to come here again. You know our families hate each other."

"My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. but my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can’t have and wanting what you shouldn’t want. and I shouldn’t want you," he says and your throat runs dry.

"We can’t keep meeting up like this. someone’s gonna find out, and someone’s gonna get hurt," you rasped, "I don't know anymore-what to trust and what not to. What if this is your trick of getting to my brother?"

"You really think that lowly of me?" he scoffed.

"I don't," you said, "I-I- just- hate seeing you get hurt. I hate this, I hate our Yakuza pasts, I hate us being enemies and most of all I hate the fact that under different circumstances, our love could’ve been like a fairytale."

Wakasa got up and fixed his clothes. "Run away with me," he said suddenly, "me 'n you, far away from all this gang business. Let's leave Shibuya and move somewhere else."

"They are going to search for us, all across Japan," you said, "we will get caught. It's not a children's story Waka, there is no happy-ever-after for us."

"Then I promise," he held your hand and brings it to his cheek, "I'll find a way. Come with me Y/N, we'll run away from anything, everything."

There was a sharp knocking on your door and your eyes widened, your brother, he was here. You quickly removed any traces of blood that were there and Wakasa sat on the windowsill ready to leave.

"You see it now?" you looked at him with tears lining your waterline, kissing him one. last. time, "You and I, will always be unfinished business, Imaushi, whether you accept it or not"

Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

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Characters: K.Hanemiya x Gn! reader Genre: ANGST🪐 Warnings: insecurities, mentions of mental illnesses, mentions of past SH, Tora being big sad, Abuse, Tora hurts reader accidentally Age Rating: 11+ WC: 1k+ Writer: @ white-poppie

A/N: This fic is an of Because I love you! drabble

Kazutora Hanemiya was a paradox.

Even after 6 months of actually dating you, Kazutora didn't understand the concept of 'romantic love.'

He didn't harm himself, not anymore. He isolated himself, didn't eat, didn't bathe and spent cold, sleepless nights with too many thoughts matched with too few words to express them.

You were his only ease. He still remembers the day he got out of juvie and how lept in his arms, running across the road. Kazutora was glad, someone had waited for him long enough. Someone had waited for him for 12 years.

...but he didn't deserve it.

He never understood how Takemitchi's eyes would light up when he talked about Hina, when Draken would blabber about Emma or when Hakkai would talk about this girl he was dating.

He felt like a con man, a faux, a phoney. He hated how your eyes would light up when you talked to him. He just listened and realized how wrong he is to think he is capable of loving someone.

He sought atonement, searched for solace, yet found comfort in his old gruesome and masochistic ways of torturing himself--paying for his sins.

Chifuyu knew something was up when the nail polish on his nails was chipped and the roots of his dyed hair were showing.

His callused hands picked up whatever was needed to be picked up, did whatever was needed to be done, but his eyes were dazed out-- he had no idea when the day started or when it ended; it was all a huge void.

It was one of those days when Chifuyu had to go for an errand. You had almost always worked in the shop with Chifuyu, never truly alone with Tora.

It was one of the worst days for him. Heart hammered in his chest as he looked at the calendar again. The numbers wouldn't change, they would still be the same.

31st October. Bloody Halloween.

Halloween wasn't a very big deal in Japan, but whatever excitement there was for the festival dissipated on that day for him.

His fingers found a way to pick at the old scabs yet again, this nauseated feeling making warm blood rush to his years and heart drum with dread.

He...was going to kill everyone! Fucking psycho like him didn't deserve to be out!

Well...technically wasn't his fault...it was the people around him. Tora wasn't responsible for all this; he wasn't made to be around people.

That's right! People disgusted him! They were selfish, cruel and huge hypocrites!

He didn't even realise he was pacing around wildly; tripping over containers.

You were minding your own business when you heard a crashing sound from the storage. You rushed towards the sound, heart thumping wildly for no reason.

"Tora are y-" your words died down in your mouth when you saw him break down.

"Woah Woah, Tora!" you tried to call him, but your words were deaf to his ears. It was scary to see the man you loved fall apart. Falling and tripping on containers like a confused animal.

“Tora! Tora stop you will hurt yourself!” you tried to hold him still, he struggled in your grip, writhing. Your heart pounded in your ears and at the same time hurt for him to see him so terrified.

“Tora, please, please, shh it's okay, we will figure it out, calm down,” your lips trembled as you uttered the words.

"Lemme Go, Lemme Go," he chanted like a child to his mother, crying desperately to be freed from punishment. But he had done nothing wrong and neither were you punishing him.

“No! Let me go!” he was moving like a worm in your hold now. You couldn’t leave him! You could already see the bruise forming on his hand due to bumping against the table, he would just end up hurting himself more. If you left him, he would go crashing into the rack and hurt himself badly. His eyes were hazy and half-lidded, he almost looked intoxicated.

"TORA, STOP GODDAMN IT!" You shouted so loudly that you could still feel the vibration of the noise in your larynx.

His body trembled violently in your hold and you loosened your grip on instinct to look at him.

" 'Mi..Miya?" you asked hesitantly, "love are you okay?"

Love...oh no, you were in love with him. No, no, no go away! he didn't need you.

His nails clawed on your arms. You pushed him away as tears sprung in your eyes. He hurt you...Kazutora Hanemiya attacked you while you were just trying to take care of him?!

But he was blind to it...his vision was still clouded by panic and turmoil, and you were far too tired to do anything. So you just stood, with your hand cupping your cuts.

"I don’t love you!” His words pierced you more than his nails could ever have, "I can't love anyone! You are all the same!"

A sob escaped your throat as you cried in pain. This seemed to have snapped him back to his senses. His eyes widened as pupils moved in panic.

“Y/N,” he said too gently as if scared that his words will hurt you more.

Tears of humiliation, rejection and pain flowed down your eyes.

“I didn’t mean it!” he cried and fell to his knees, “I didn’t mean it, please I am so sorry! You are always looking after me, you don’t deserve to be treated like this, I am so stupid!”

His tears stained your shoes, but you were far too tired to do anything.

" 'M sorry Tora, I tried to be so gentle with you and help you through your recovery," you said and he nodded fervently; his forehead resting on your knee and hands gripping your shoes like he was scared that you would disappear.

"Get up," you ordered and he looked at you to see a reaction. There was none, and so he complied.

Your voice cracked as you said the next words, "I waited 12 years for you."

Kazutora didn’t respond, he just kept staring blankly at the blood that dripped from your arms.

You gulped at that and slowly traced your steps backwards to leave. he didn't stop you.

He didn't stop you as you walked out of his life, for good.

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