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baby-tini · 15 days
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Manjiro Play-fighting hcs
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Manjiro is pretty big on play-fighting, not only is it fun but also helps sharpen his martial arts. He play-fights with mostly Draken and Baji but you cause him the most fun.
Play-fighting mostly happens in the privacy of closed doors but he does often like to pick you up and toss you around in public but only around his friends. Weight isn't a problem for him, as we know, he's inhumanly strong. Although, if you're self-conscious, he'll just take to playing and not picking you up.
Manjiro can be very competitive when play-fighting with you, he does sometimes take things more seriously. As in, he'll pin you down harder than necessary and has hit harder on accident but he did apologize with tons of kisses and (half-eaten) dorayaki.
Mikey rarely lets you pin him, he thinks it's unfair to lie to you and will help you indirectly learn self-defense. He'll let you throw him around to please you but he's always victorious in the end.
Sometimes it can lead to... hotter moments. He likes the useless struggle you put up, it puts him in a more dominant head-space and he'll even piss you off by sucking at your neck and mocking you.
I can see Mikey having a bit of an ego because he's so strong so if he's in the mood to play-fight and you aren't he'll start to taunt you by wrapping an arm around you and pinning you to him till you break and try to fight back.
He'll pin your hands above your head while you're on his bed and stare you down as he leans closer and closer until you kick him off and he whines, saying that you really hurt him (no you didn't, he's a baby.)
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tenjikyu · 2 months
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𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘴 - 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥.
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౨ৎ ⋆。˚ bonten!executives x manjiro’s son!reader , male!reader , izana lives bc fuck it we ball & he adds character to the fic , bonten all lives together in a massive penthouse just like my rockstar!reader fic bc that’s such a fun idea , reader is a very “ ion gaf ” character , reader is not biologically related to manjiro , reader has suffered through childhood abuse , more fluff then angst , going to make a part 2 .
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❤︎ the day manjiro sano found you, helpless and starved, he practically convinced himself to ignore you.
❤︎ alas, his big brother didn’t share the same sentiment, quickly walking over to you and overwhelming you with questions.
❤︎ izana talked your ear off, and all the executives present could see that you were pissed by his presence.
❤︎ deciding it would be better to just leave you be to die of starvation, he takes izana’s hand in his own before dragging him away.
❤︎ you barley crossed his mind after that.
❤︎ until he found you in an alleyway, drenched in blood that was certainly not your own.
❤︎ you were wielding a simple thin kitchen knife, and you were clearly distressed.
❤︎ looking over your shoulder, you notice the man’s presence behind you, and get in an offensive position, ready to attack need be.
“what happened?” the boy with frosted skin asked you, staring lifelessly at the rather large man that had a slice to his throat.
“he followed me back to the alleyway after i borrowed some apples from the store next to his. when i told him to leave, he didn’t.” you explain, glaring at the corpse next to you.
“and so, i had to take matters into my own hands.”
you seemed almost indifferent to the stench of blood, your eyes spoke a million words to manjiro. it was as though this was an all to familiar scenario for you.
“come boy, i’ll get you a change of clothes.” the man before you almost orders you. scoffing, you race to him and grip the knife to his throat.
“like hell i’m going anywhere with you.” you spit at the man, completely oblivious to just how dangerous he was, not that you would’ve cared regardless.
it’s a kill or be killed world, and you weren’t going to become apart of the former. not again.
manjiro only sighed, waving your hand away from him.
“come, or do you want the cops to find you? you aren’t getting anywhere dressed like that. if you’re with me, the police force won’t be able touch you.”
at the end of the day, you had just killed a man once more, and you knew deep down that the strange man in front of you was right.
there was no way you’re getting out of this alone.
❤︎ and so, you allowed the lean man to hold your even thinner wrist as he walks through the streets. it was about 10:00pm by now, and manjiro knew that his brother is probably blowing up his phone as you two walk.
❤︎ regardless, he takes you into a shady thrift shop and gets you dressed. nothing fancy, just a black hoodie with some worn jeans and a pair of 2nd hand converse shoes. not the best, but much better then the rags you were wearing beforehand anyways.
❤︎ as he made his way back to the penthouse, which could easily home more then 15 people, he finally answers his silenced phone.
❤︎ izana is giving him the usual earful about how he “shouldn’t leave without his big brother” and how “anyone could be tracking his movements.”
❤︎ manjiro only holds your little hand tighter as he steps into the place.
❤︎ immediately, 8 sets of eyes land on the two of you.
❤︎ the man with the curly white hair blankly stares into what feels like your soul. he slowly approaches you, before leaning down to his level.
❤︎ “you like taiyaki?”. his eyes crazed and still glaring into you.
❤︎ and thus, you were oddly enough, quickly welcomed into bonten.
❤︎ you were promptly fed and bathed, much to your discomfort, before being placed into one of the many spare bedrooms within their absolutely massive penthouse, right next to manjiro’s bedroom for simplicity’s sake.
❤︎ everything was a first for you, from the endless amount of food stocked in the home, to having adults around you that aren’t about to beat you senseless.
❤︎ after waking up from your first ever comfortable night asleep, you promised to yourself that you wouldn’t speak a word to any of these people.
❤︎ having your trust in the ones supposed to protect you abused and shattered doesn’t get fixed overnight, but that didn’t seem to bother any of the men around you.
❤︎ it has been 2 days since your arrival, and apart from manjiro showing you around, they seemed to mostly ignore your presence.
❤︎ you did whatever you wanted. watched TV, ate anybody’s food without a care in the world, interrupted all of the men from getting their work done and stolen an excessive amount of personal items that belonged to the executives, much to their confusion.
❤︎ some of them used the spare bedrooms as 2nd offices (apart from the one at HQ), and you used that as a way to learn more about the guys who had ripped you from the streets.
❤︎ and from that, you learned then that you were currently residing in the most dangerous home in japan, with the deadliest men in the country’s stolen goods scattered in your bedroom.
❤︎ your heart sunk when you heard someone enter the office you were in, only to find the head on bonten staring at you as you scrolled through his laptop.
❤︎ you only blinked, before slowly backing away from him, attempting to make a run for it.
❤︎ “let’s chat, (Y/N).” he takes ahold of your little wrist once more.
❤︎ fuck.
❤︎ you spent a good 2 and 1/2 hours talking to manjiro. you told him about your home life. how your mother slept around with the door wide open, and how your fathers empty bottles typically collided with your forehead if you took a breath too loud. you told him about how you had finally had enough, and murdered them both with the same knife you held to his throat only a few days ago.
❤︎ you told him about how school was a drag, and the kids there would often laugh at the marks left by your father. ‘the boy with unfortunate parents’ was your title, and you found yourself breaking the noses of the children teasing you. and so, you just stopped going.
❤︎ you told him more about yourself. how you (from what you could remember), were nine and turning ten next year, and what your interests were, heavily limited due to lack of exposure.
❤︎ not once did manjiro interrupt you as you spoke. he sat there, legs crossed and staring at you with an indifferent look.
❤︎ after you were done, he gently pulled you by the waist into his lap and ruffled your messy hair.
❤︎ “from now on, you only listen to what i say. you don’t need to listen to anyone else in the house, okay? just do as i say, and you’re free to do as you wish.”
❤︎ that’s all he says as he strokes your hair, attempting to have you drift off in his protective hold.
❤︎ and it works.
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A/N : part 2 is gonna have the reader interacting with the executives, as well as the father/son relationship form between him and manjiro.
uncle izana is gonna go so hard.
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kawataslvr · 9 days
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cough- totally not here to request more Mikey smut…definitely not..
Mikey x male reader smut where Mikey got in a fight with Draken abt his doriyaki addiction and came pouting to reader abt “Ken-chin being meaaaan” and when reader starts taking Drakens side, Mikey immediately starts teasing reader abt liking Draken more than him and shows reader how much he “doesnt need Draken”
wink wink
or yknow, if ur not ok with le smut, u can do fluff with that idea lmao, thanksss for anythinggg
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Summary : Smut ,, its late is at night, its like my usual smut content. (I was tired while writing excuse the lack of warnings)
A/N : Please, i live and breath for anything Mikey, i really like your brain.
Typicxlcato ,, req !
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“Mikey, I’m not arguing with you. You already ate enough doriyaki today.” Mikey whined at the taller males words, while you stood off to the side checking something else out.
distracted from the conversation, until the short blond brought in. “Y/N… Ken-chin’s being meannn..” Mikey hung loosely off your arm, it wasn’t like you weren’t used to this behavior.
You gave a small giggle to the short blond as he clung to your smaller figure and smiled softly “Whats he doing now?”
“He won’t let me have any more Doriyaki.” you looked at the pouty Mikey, how he over exaggerated over his favorite treat.
“Mikey, he’s right.. you’ve had enough.” Draken gave Mikey a shit eating grin “See! even Y/N agrees.” Mikey looked shocked and betrayed, even if he was just exaggerating his expressions.
the feeling of jealousy in his chest remained.
While he drove you back home on his bike he kept bringing up Draken and teasing you “Y/N you like Ken-chin more.. other wise you would’ve taken my side.” is what he kept rambling on about and constantly teasing you.
You, not being one for bright decisions decided to play around and say “oh, I do like Draken better.”
Oh, you regretted those words.
Mikey teasing the entrance of your hole with his cock, “Y/N, I’m the only one you need right?” he said in a condescending tone kissing around your neck and leaving harsh hickeys.
“m..m’nghh.. yes Mikey..” your neck going sensitive from all the hickeys he had left from before and is now currently littering around your chest and neck.
“Aww, i thought you liked Draken better though?” he shoved the tip of his cock in and started to press his lips against you, not even letting you respond back.
You let out a whiny moan, while he kissed you he made sure he got to hear more of your sweet sounds. Fondling with your body and especially your ass.
He loved it, perfect and round. For him ~ !
Not for Draken.
“Draken will never give you this, right Y/N?” you nodded your head and he smiled, finally shoving his entire length and moaning at the feeling of your warmth.
You let out a porn worthy moan, you poor thing, he didn’t even give you a warning beforehand.
“A-AH~!” oh god, If Mikey could choose on sound to listen to all day, It’d be your moans. So sweet like candy.
Starting a harsh pace and thrusting in and out of your poor little hole abusing it. His breathy grunts and your loud moans filled the room.
The neighbors would hate you, but that wasn’t the main concern right now.
Mikey grabbed onto your cute nipples and rolled them around , with his cock going in and out of you while he also touched your nipples and occasionally groped around his body..
You couldn’t find a way with your words anymore, all you became was a moaning mess for the blonde.
Under minutes Mikey made you come, yelling his name as you did so.
Making you regret siding with Draken.
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tojisbbg · 1 year
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❈ 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 ❈
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❝one day i will stop falling in love with you, some day, someone will like me like i like you.❞
♡ manjiro sano ♡
pt.1, pt. 2
a/n: highly requested for pt. 2!! you ask and i shall deliver 😌
content: mikey x reader (y/n), very heavy angst, right person wrong time, you’re mikey’s childhood friend, he’s getting married (lolz), not grammatically checked/edited
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it was currently seven in the evening, the newlyweds bid the last couple of guests goodbye. throughout the whole event, mikey tried his very best to plaster on the most convincing smile he possibly could to mask the chaos going on inside him. 
there was never a second where you’ve left his mind, ghosting through every lane in his brain as he couldn’t focus on anything but you. he felt guilty, knowing that perhaps his marriage wasn’t going to last as long as he had hoped for. 
“better invite us to the housewarming party, sano. your wife’s cookies are no joke.” pah nudged mikey, a small laugh leaving his chapped lips as he faintly nodded his head. mikey watched pah walking towards the door before suddenly stopping, watching as his friend bent down to fix the bottom of his wife’s dress. the hopeless boy couldn’t help but watch, observing the affection and love reciprocating between pah and his wife, before they both left together. 
in the back of his mind, the memory of you zipping up his jacket properly during the cold winter season, lending him your scarf and making sure that he was all warm and snuggled up was fresh in his mind. you always made sure that he never got sick and when he did, you would ditch everything in your agenda to make it your business to nurse him back to health. 
no one has ever cared for him like you have and mikey knew what he had to do. 
“honey?” the voice of his wife awakened him from his train of thoughts, turning his head to the side as he was met with a warm smile. god, he felt so guilty for what he has done and was about to do. 
“yeah?” he responded, waiting for her to ask.
“i was thinking that the two of us could have a small movie night when we get home.” she suggested, eyes twinkling with hope as mikey gulped harshly. 
home.
they bought a house together and planned to live there forever until time was up. but, he always wished that it was you instead. mikey couldn’t bare to look her in the eye, clearing his throat as he tried to think of an excuse. 
“it’s been a long day, you must be tired. i’ll drop you home and go over to ken-chin’s place since he suddenly left and isn’t answering my calls. get some rest, okay?” he lied straight through his lips, and his poor wife was too naive and quickly sympathized with it. 
“of course, i hope him and y/n are okay. let me know what happens, hm?” suddenly, she wrapped her arms around him, making him freeze. 
it felt so wrong, like he was being suffocated. mikey didn’t like this one bit at all, it felt too new and unpleasant. he’s been with ___ for a couple years by now and these things were never an issue. yet, after your sudden confession, the regret of not coming clean to his feelings years back ate him alive. 
“hm, let’s go.” mikey gave her a smile, placing a hand on her back as he led her out of the church. 
the drive to his house was not very long, giving him enough time to quickly slip out of the annoying suit as he slipped on a pair of jeans and a flannel. he saw his wife sitting on the couch, a small bag of chips in her hands as she munched on the salty snack while watching a rom-com movie. she noticed him and gave him a wave, making mikey want to rip his hair out as he just wanted to tell her the truth. 
but, he wasn’t ready yet. 
he walked over to her and place a faint kiss on her forehead before looking down at her. 
“i’ll be back soon.” mikey assured, making her nod as she watched his figure walk out of the front door. 
the ride to the brothel was about thirty minutes, making mikey curse on why he bought a place that had to be so far. the urgency to see you grew stronger and stronger with every light and block he passed. mikey quickly parked his car after arriving in front of the brothel before rushing out to go up to the floor where you and draken lived on. 
the elevator dinged and he stepped off, now standing in front of your door. his breathing became irregular, anxiety swallowing him up whole. all the possibilities of you hating him and banishing him away from your life scared him to death. a shaky fist came up to the wooden door, knocking twice. 
the door opened, revealing his tall best friend, staring down at him with a death stare that made chills run down his spine. 
“ke-”
“what do you want?” draken brashly cut him off, making mikey’s lips agape as this sudden behavior from his right-hand man was completely unexpected. surely he knows that you might’ve ranted to draken about whatever happened between you two, but usually draken doesn’t like to get involved in neither your or mikey’s personal life. 
“i just came to see y/n and talk with her, five minutes is all i’m asking for.” mikey chewed on his lower lip, eyes sternly on his shoes as he couldn’t bare to see his friend look at him with such hate-filled eyes. draken bitterly laughed, making mikey wince in pain as he knew that this was going to be bad.
“oh, so now you wanna see her, huh? you disappeared for nine fucking years, sano. nine damn years! you didn’t care about my little sister at all, whether she was alive or dead. did she tell you that she fell sick from not eating because she was looking for you? how she couldn’t sleep a single night in peace ‘cause she thought you were dead? of course not, you were too busy being blind and fucking some other bitch.” draken yelled through gritted teeth, making mikey look up at him with anger. 
“mind your fucking words, don’t call ___ a bitch.” the shorter spat out, tension growing between the both. 
“how rude of me, i forgot that you were a gentleman. well then, goodnight.” draken scoffed, attempting to close the door before a foot lodged into the remaining space. 
“please, all i’m asking for is five minutes.” mikey begged, tears welling in his eyes. 
“you had nine years to talk to her, but you didn’t. there is no five minutes, mikey.” the taller spoke, voice know cracking as mikey’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 
“w-what do you mean? where’s y/n? don’t just stay quiet, answer me!” he grabbed onto draken’s arms, only to have it harshly ripped away from his grasp. 
“she’s dead! y/n is dead, my sister is gone.” the tears that draken has been holding on since mikey has arrived came flooding down, as he glared at his best friend with bitterness. 
the words kept on repeating inside of mikey’s mind, taunting him as it felt like time has stopped. for some reason, it felt as if his body turned into stone, he couldn’t move. suddenly, a wave of rage began to build up, making him grit his teeth before balling his fists. anger clouded his sight as all he saw was red, eyes darkening.
“you piece of shit!” mikey bellowed, lunging towards draken before landing a hard punch on his jaw. remi screamed in horror, panicking as she saw both men breaking out into a violent fight. 
“you knew about her tumor! you fucking knew and you didn’t tell me?! what kind of a fucking friend are you, traitorous jackass!” mikey continued to throw endless amounts of punches on draken’s face, receiving some back as well, but no matter how hard draken hit, he felt numb. 
“stop!” remi yelled, before throwing her shoe at mikey’s head, making him wince at the stinging pain the heel left. draken was on the ground, breathing heavily as he shoved the smaller figure on top of him to the side. 
“do you think that beating each other to death will bring y/n back? do you think she’ll be happy? huh?!” the girl sobbed, landing a hard slap on each of their cheeks as both draken and mikey looked down at the floor in shame. 
“her death was inevitable, that tumor was a ticking bomb. she’s finally free from those painful chemo sessions, headaches, vomiting and seizure episodes. she won’t suffer anymore.” remi sadly smiled, body trembling as draken pulled her into his chest. 
“i deserved to know, she was my other half.” mikey lowly spoke, tears pooling in his eyes, blurring his vision. 
“you didn’t deserve shit, sano. all y/n has ever done is love you with all her heart. you were her world, everything revolved around you. yet, you failed to notice that. what did you do instead? you fucking disappeared without a word. oh and even better, you found some chick too. you never cared about my baby sister, you didn’t! so stop acting like the victim here.” draken sneered, meeting mikey’s teary eyes as he grew quiet.
“i was trying to protect her, i was afraid that my presence in her life would do more harm than good. i was scared that one day something bad would’ve happened to her because it involved something to do with me. i couldn’t risk it, that why i even disbanded toman.” mikey explained, breaking out into a painful cry as his heart bled. 
“did you even love her?” draken questioned, watching the man in front of him choke on tears. 
“god, i loved her to the moon and back! she was all that i could think of every second that i breathed. if i knew sooner, then i would’ve never left. i would’ve never been a coward, i’d stay by her side to protect her. i could’ve had more time!” mikey yelled in agony, making draken grab a hold of him. 
“it would’ve never been enough! y/n didn’t tell you because she knew that it would’ve destroyed you.” draken hugged him, patting his back as remi joined them both as well. 
after a few minutes, draken decided to take remi outside for a small walk, feeling like they needed some fresh air. this gave mikey some time to go see you. he hesitated for a bit, not being able to face you even though you were long gone. but, he eventually mustered up the courage and opened your door. 
there, you laid on the bed like a pretty flower, your skin pale as snow due to the life in you being drained out. 
“i know you told me that you didn’t wanna see me again, but i missed you. i don’t wanna let you go, y/n. i can’t live without my other half, i love you so much.” he cried, stroking your cold face as his tears fell on your cheek. 
if only he knew, he would’ve cherished you longer. 
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mikey walked inside his house, eyes swollen from crying in the car, nearly getting into an accident twice from his blurred vision. 
he saw his wife with a teary face, her friend my her side rubbing her back. the both of them noticed his appearence, and instead of a look of relief, the both of them looked angry. 
mikey stood in his place, watching his wife rise from her spot and walking towards him before landing a harsh slap on his face. 
“you fucking cheater! you don’t love me, i was your escape route. you love y/n, don’t you?” she asked, voice becoming shaky as she looked at mikey through glossy eyes. 
mikey remained quiet, and there she got her answer. 
“i knew it, i knew it! yet i still had some trust and hope within you that my guts were wrong. that maybe those little gestures you both gave each other was nothing but platonic. i was wrong, you and that two-faced bitch lied to me!” she screamed in agony. 
“watch you mouth! you don’t get to call her that, you heard me? everything that she has ever done for anyone was nothing but a selfless act. you don’t know her.” mikey said through gritted teeth, making his wife scoff. 
“yeah? well, you can now go back to her and continue to kiss her mighty ass ‘cause i want a divorce.” she sternly said, crossing her arms over her chest before walking to the door with her friend. 
“i’ll get you the papers by next week.” mikey bluntly said, not even trying to fight or defend himself. he was tired and he didn’t want to live in an unhappy marriage for the rest of his life knowing that his heart belonged to you and only you. 
“why? i wish to cut my ties with you as soon as possible.” she said with disgust laced in her tone. 
“because i have to attend y/n’s funeral.” mikey deadpanned, making his wife’s mouth gape open. 
“huh, guess karma is real. that’s what you get, sano.” his wife’s best friend taunted, making his now ex-wife giggle. 
“i’ll come tomorrow to get my stuff. i can’t stand to stay here for another minute. also, i hope that two-faced bitch burns in hell.” she cockily said before heading out the door, slamming it shut. 
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it’s been about a month since you’ve died and mikey hasn’t visited your grave yet. he was there for your funeral, seeing how draken never requested the morgue people to not take off the promise ring you both have on your pinky finger. but, he didn’t stay for the burial. 
mikey sat on the bench by the river, sighing as he fished out the pack of cigarettes he bought earlier. he opened the lid, plucking one of them out before placing it on his lips. as he brought his lighter closer to the end of the cigarette, your voice echoed in his mind. 
“see, much better than cigarettes. but i was being serious, mikey, i don’t wanna see those near your lips or reach ever again. swear on my life?”
he took it out, placing it back in the package. mikey stood up, walking towards the garbage can before throwing out the pack of cigarettes. 
mikey decided that it was time to see you.
he reached your grave as you were buried in the nearest cemetary, easy for your sibling to visit you on the weekends. mikey sat in front of your tombstone, placing the cup of chocolate pudding on the ground. 
“felt like you wanted some.” he smiled, opening up his own as he took a scoop of the sweet treat in his mouth. 
“how did i do it, y/n? how did i live all those years without you? now that you’re gone, i feel suffocated. it feels like i’m falling in this bottomless pit with no one to save me.” mikey’s voice broke, tears stinging his vision as he bit his lips to conceal a choked out cry that itched to leave his throat. 
“you just have to find happiness again, mikey.” a soft voice spoke from behind him, the familiarity of the tone set chills all over his body. he turned around, eyes widening in shock as he couldn’t believe it. 
“y/n?” he called out, but it was barely a whisper. mikey knew that you were dead, and that perhaps he was going insane, but he didn’t care. 
you smiled at him, taking a seat in front of him as you grabbed the chocolate pudding he brought for you. 
“are you real?” mikey finally mustered up the courage to ask, making you chuckle as you grabbed his hand. your flesh was cold, making him intertwine his fingers with yours in an attempt to give you some of his warmth. 
“it’s time to let me go, mikey. you have to live, travel, start a family and just be happy; without me.” your eyes held so much sadness and depth, it no longer twinkled with hope like before, making his heart ache. 
“i can’t. i need you by my side, y/n. please, come back.” he begged, shaky hands coming up to cup your face. tears began to stream down his face as he softly cried, making you sigh as you pulled him in a hug. 
“do you remember our first meeting?” you asked, gently stroking his hair as he nodded. 
“i told you, there’s too much love in this world to be consumed by regret or grief. i’m not saying that you shouldn’t grieve, but you have to pick yourself up and continue with the rest of your life eventually. that’s what i want, mikey.” you spoke, making him look at you with glossy eyes. 
“if only i knew sooner, i would’ve done things so much more differently.” mikey sniffled, making you shake your head in disagreement. 
“that’s why i didn’t tell you. my condition would’ve consumed you and i didn’t want that. i didn’t die in vain, i died knowing that i had a loving family and person who loved me for who i am. i’m happy, mikey and it’s time that you find that happiness too.” you assured, kissing his forehead as small drops of rain began to fall. 
“i envisioned a happy life with you, with one or maybe two little kids running around our house. ken-chin and remi visiting us on christmas, road trips and so much more. i’ll wanted to marry you, y/n! you’re the only girl that i have ever loved, the one my heart belongs to.” mikey broke down, trembling as the rain drenched him. you couldn’t help but let a few of your own tears fall, watching the man that you love crumble to pieces. 
“then marry me, sano.” you looked at him with adoring eyes, making him shoot you a confused look. you took off the promise ring on your pinkie before handing it to him. he took off his as he placed it in your palms, eyes never leaving yours. 
he slid on the ring on your ring finger as you did the same to him. mikey gave you a soft smile before caressing your cheek.
“god, i love you so much.” mikey mumbled under his breath, leaning in for a kiss. you accepted it, and for some reason, your lips felt warm and soft. 
“i love you too, which is why i need you to live for me. i’ll always be here with you mikey, somewhere safe and sound.” you placed a hand over his heart, making him cry harder as he nodded. 
“okay. i’ll try, for you.” he offered you a broken smile, kissing your hands as you hummed. 
“goodbye, mikey.” you said, and it made his heart drop. 
“wait! don’t leave just yet! ple-”
but it was too late because now it was just him who sat alone by your grave. mikey saw that the pudding he got for you was gone, making him believe that the vision or ghost of you was in fact real. 
you came back to him, even if it was for a moment. 
mikey knew that he had to give his life a chance, a chance that you never got. which is why he promised to live to the fullest for you. 
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big flashing lights nearly blinded the famous race car driver as he cleared his throat, waiting for the interviewer to bombard him with questions. 
“mr. sano! what a pleasure to have you here, thank you for joining us today.” the woman politely said, making mikey give her a small smile. 
“the pleasure’s all mine, thank you for having me.” mikey smoothly replied, making the crowd swoon. for a man that was pushing his mid-thirties, mikey looked amazing, without a doubt. his voice was crisp and honey-like, making it hard for people to resist him. 
not to mention the generous heart he has. 
the interview was pretty long, consisting of questions that made mikey talk about his childhood, goals and inspirations. until the burning question hit him like a truck. 
“mr. sano, you’ve got quite a fanbase.” the interviewer started off, being cut off by the loud squeals of mikey’s fangirls, making him chuckle. 
“we all want to know, are you single?” the question pondered in his head, but mikey knew the answer and didn’t hesitate. 
“i’m not, actually.” he revealed, making people gasp and scream from shock. 
“who’s the lucky girl if i may ask?” the interviewer continued to ask for further information. mikey smiled, thinking about the only woman that will ever own his heart. 
“my best friend, y/n. she’s my wife who unfortunately passed away a few years ago due to an inoperable brain tumor. she’s the love of my life and i miss her every day. i funded the research foundation for inoperable brain tumors in memory of her. she’s the biggest inspiration in my life and i hope she’s happy when she watches over me.” mikey spoke into the mic, making the crowd briefly go silent before a loud wave of claps echoed through the room. 
“you’re a great man, mr. sano, i’m sure your wife is very proud of you. she sounds like an amazing woman.” the interviewer offered a consoling smile. 
“she was. y/n was brilliant, she was smart and talented in almost every aspect. she’s my other half, which is why it made it hard for me to learn how to live without her after she passed away. but, she always told me how there was too much love in this world and i shouldn’t be consumed by grief. so, i picked myself back up and started something to give other people hope for a better tomorrow.” mikey explained, seeing how the audience was in tears from his heart-touching words. 
for a breif moment, mikey saw you amongst the crowd. his eyes widened, seeing you in a beautiful cherry sundress, similar to the one you wear every summer in high school. you were clapping and you blew him a kiss, to which he caught as his eyes teared. 
mikey knew that he would never stop falling in love with you and that he would let you break his heart over and over again. 
because his heart belong to you and only you. 
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pfpanimes · 7 months
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⌕ HAPPY B-DAY MANJIRO SANO!
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justvir · 1 month
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T-t-the h-height...i-i-i n-need him t-to tower over me and and and...
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~🖤💛
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bebe-writes-stuff · 5 months
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I haven't wrote anything for a hot minute, so here :
Sick! clingy! Mikey x Reader
You were angry at him, but at the same time, you couldn't leave him like this. Mikey was sick, really sick. He was shivering in his bed, whining about how cold he was.
"Well, if you would've just listened to me, and not gone out when you had just taken a shower. We wouldn't be here, would we?"
Your tone when you scolded him was stern, but the way you placed the wet cloth on his forehead, to lower his temperature, was oh so soft. He felt like he could simply melt under your gentle touch.
"If it meant you taking care of me like this, I'd get sick all the time, just to have all your attention on me, heh." :>
"You sure do talk a lot for someone who's sick, Manjiro. Just rest, so you can get better soon."
You mutter, before landing a small peck on his temple. He couldn't help but get shy, no one ever could fluster him, only you had that power. He felt hot, all of the sudden.
"Manjiro, are you okay? Your face is red, are you getting worse?"
You were quick to place the towel again on his forehead, which he quickly brushed your hand off his head. Despite how much his body ached and was sore, he sat up, and took your wrist into his palm before looking directly into your eyes. You didn't notice time passing as you both just...sat there, looking into each other's eyes.
"Are you ok-"
He abruptly cut you off by kissing you. He simply just leaned in and kissed you. Almost as a reflex, your hand reached up, cupping his face and sinking further into the soft sensual kiss.
"Damn, I wanted to kiss so fucking badly, but I didn't wanna get you sick angel. A few kisses won't kill you, right?"
He whispered in a raspy low tone. Your mind melting into mush, you failed to realize Mikey's sneaky moves, he was slowly pushing you against the bed, caging you between his arms.
"Y/n, you're so warm."
He was hugging you against the bed, nowhere to run. His breath fanned your neck because of his rested head on your shoulder. You felt his sweaty body pressed so tightly up to yours. Before he could continue his little romance moment, it dawned on him. A sharp pain right in his lungs. His rough cough caught you off guard as you quickly broke the tight embrace to check his continuously declining health. You quickly tuck him back into bed, wrapping every blanket in sight around him. You glared at him,
"Don't do that again, just stay in bed, you need to get better. That cough sounded really bad."
"I'm fineeee y/n, your kisses make me feel better. I just wanna get closer to you-"
He whined as he was started to get up again before you pushed him down,
"Nope, you're staying here. I'm gonna go get something for you to drink. Stay."
Making your way out of his room and into the kitchen, you were met with his younger sister, Emma.
"Hey Y/n, how's he doing?"
She asked, looking up at you from her phone. She had just finished the chores around the house,
"Don't know, honestly. His temperature is decreasing a little, but his cough is bad."
You mumbled as you filled the kettle with water, you were gonna make him tea.
"Mm, are you making tea?"
She peeked over your shoulder, eyes following your movements, before she smiled,
"The tea you make always tastes so good, how do you do it?"
You shrugged,
"I don't know, you just make tea regularly. I mean, I use honey instead of sugar."
"Huh? Seriously, that's it?
"Yep, life's better when it's simple."
...
"Y/nnnn, I missed you."
Mikey whined when you entered the room after being gone for what seemed like forever. You sat on the edge of the bed,
"Hey Manjiro, can you sit up and drink this, please?"
You held the cup of tea in your palm as you watched Mikey cringe,
"Noooo, Y/n, is that tea? Ewwwww."
"C'mon Manjiro, you have to drink it. It'll make your throat feel better."
He shook his head childishly and crossed his arms. A sigh left your lips, before a thought suddenly popped in your mind. You blew gently at the cup to cool it down, then, you took a sip of the warm liquid.
"Huh what are you do-"
You leaned down, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as your lips made contact, forcing the tea into his mouth, and finally, he swallowed it. You licked the leftover tea off his lips, and a smile tugged on his face,
"How is it?"
You asked, feeling his hot breath against your lips
"Hmm, it's sweet, just like you. Makes me want more of you, don't mind if I do, I'm kinda of greedy."
-you guys, part 2??
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intheafterall · 8 months
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I've had serious Mikey brain the past little bit. Don't come at me for this, broke my own heart drawing it 😭
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jze010 · 1 year
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╭﹐❣︎﹕ Can’t Sleep Without You ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 -𝖡𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖭 𝖦𝖠𝖭𝖦.
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cw/tw. fluff, soft!sanzu, black!reader
an. It’s currently 3:05am and i’m back with some more bonten head cannons and decided to make them fluffy 🫡 these are short asl but that okay! Because next post is gonna be a little longer :D But anyways enjoy this 3am post.
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𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖩𝖨𝖱𝖮 𝖲𝖠𝖭𝖮
1:43 am Friday morning
You knew it was time to take your ass to bed but you just couldn’t tare your eyes away from your laptop trying to get this essay done for your photography class. You’ve been pretty much busy the whole three days, up till 1 or even 3 o’clock in the morning getting progress done. You took a sip from your hot tea that you made early feeling that warm substance going down your throat as you continued reading over the paragraphs you wrote, you mumbled to yourself letting your eyes scan through each sentence.
Your eyes were extremely droopy, you had dark circles under your eyes, they were red and dry but you fought through it. You were almost done with it you just had a few more paragraphs to do and you’re done, from the shadows of the hallway Manjiro appeared sleepy himself standing there with a soft gaze, “You’re up again..” He mumbled catching your attention, you removed your eyes from your screen making eye contact with his dark ones having a sleepy grin on your face, “Ah, yeah i am.” You looked up at the clock that read 1:58am, “Come to bed.” You sighed slightly, shaking your head, “Jiro i gotta get this essay done, i’m almost done though.” One thing about Manjiro is that he hates when he’s told no,
He shrugged his shoulders walking towards your laptop computer, making sure your auto save was on before closing it, moving it further up on the table, “I can’t sleep without you,” He admitted, you looked towards your laptop that was pushed away from you then the clock that read 1:59am, you huffed placing your hands on the table pushing yourself up, walking towards him placing a hand on his cheek which he instantly leaned into, “Fine..you win,” You groaned taking your hand off his cheek and walking towards your shared room with him following behind,
Once you hit the mattress covering yourself into the thicc blanket you instantly went to sleep, the warmth of the comforter hitting your body and the soft mattress beneath you knocked you out like a light, with your soft snores being heard Manjiro silently smiled to himself seeing you finally get some rest. He slid closer to your warm body, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his head into the crook of your neck, smelling that comforted scent feeling himself also drift off to sleep,
𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖴𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖸𝖮 𝖲𝖠𝖭𝖹𝖴
1:23am Saturday morning
Tossing and turning into the mattress for the past half an hour really pissed him off, he couldn’t sleep not feeling you cuddled up to his side with your head placed on his chest listening to his heart beat. You were probably still up doing that stupid project you’ve been working on for the pass week, cursing under his breath he ripped the covers off his body making his way towards the kitchen, from the hallway where your guys room was he saw the kitchen lights still on. Sanzu sighed to himself walking into the kitchen to see you laying your head on your hands fast asleep with a mess on the kitchen table with papers everywhere.
Sanzu found himself form a soft smile, feeling his top lip twitch upwards at the sight seeing you that you’ve overworked yourself again, you were really the only one to make him soft like this which he absolutely hated the feeling since it was all new to him. He walked over towards your limp body, softly picking you up and wrapping you legs around his waist letting your head fall against his shoulder, “I gotta..finish my..” You started to say but soft snores interrupted, Sanzu smiled holding your body close to his as he made his way back to your shared bedroom,
He silently closed the door with his foot, walking towards your side of the bed, unwrapping your legs from his waist and arms from his neck placing the covers over your body seeing you instantly cuddle into it. He then walked to his side of the bed, getting under the blanket instantly wrapping his arms around you, having your head lay on his chest as his hands softly rubbed your arm, soon enough he found himself drifting off to bed himself.
𝖱𝖠𝖭 𝖧𝖠𝖨𝖳𝖠𝖭𝖨
3:30am Monday morning
He couldn’t sleep without you.
Boom, that was his secret.
He tossed and turned as he tried to cuddle his pillow pretending it was you and your warmth only for it to fail, having him sigh in frustration. He turned to his side to see the clock thar read 3:30am, you’ve been working on those stupid files since 10pm! There was no way you could still be up right now, Ran groaned to himself before forcing himself out of bed, brushing some of his hair back making his way out the door and towards the living room. Coming into sight with lights being on and the smell of coffee entering his nose he spotted you on the floor sitting on the carpet with a file in your hand and a mug in the other.
He heard you mumble to yourself as you read through each line on the paper, he groaned. “Doll why’re you still up?” His voice echoed making you flinch from the sudden sound, placing your coffee down same as the file turning your way to see your pouty boyfriend, “First of all don’t scare me like that.” You stated pointing your index finger to him making him roll his eyes, “Second, i gotta get these files done for work, i told you this hun.” Again he rolled his eyes with a huff, Ran not giving a damn about it he walked towards where you’re sitting, “M’sorry but i promise i’ll-.” You couldn’t finish your sentence when he forcefully stood you up and picking you up to be placed on his shoulders,
Your eyes widen as you hung from his shoulders being faced with his butt, “Ran! Put me down, I have to finish!.” He shook his head turning the living room light off and making his way towards your guys shared bedroom, “And?.” You groaned to yourself having no other choice but to let him do whatever, you can never win against Ran because he gets what he wants. Making his way to the room, he flipped you over landing you on the bed, bouncing a little from the impact and him hovering you with a smirk on his face. “You look so cute when you try to get what you want.” You scoffed as he lightly chuckled, landing on top of you placing his head on your chest sighing in relief from the comfort.
You placed your fingers in between his locks softly playing with it, feeling him drift off to sleep from the shallow breaths that left his mouth. You softly smiled, leaning down slight to kiss the top of his forehead placing your hand on his cheek seeing him finally fall asleep, soon enough you felt yourself drift off into deep slumber yourself.
𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖣𝖮𝖴 𝖧𝖠𝖨𝖳𝖠𝖭𝖨
12:45pm Thursday night
He couldn’t sleep.
He hated the fact that you’re this stubborn over a little argument you both had deciding you were too mad at him to even sleep in the same bed as him, to him it wasn’t that big of a deal. But you being a stubborn little brat you had stormed off to the couch not bothering to sleep in the same bed as him, quoting. “I don’t even wanna sleep in the same bed as you! I’ll sleep on the god damn couch if i got to!”
sigh.
He groaned still seeing the fact you haven’t came back up yet from your tantrum, “So fucking stubborn.” He mumbled, Rindou got up from the bed making his way towards the living room spotting your sleeping figure on the couch, he scoffed at how easy you were asleep without him! Rolling his eyes he walked towards your figure, slightly pulling up the covers getting onto the couch cuddling you in his arms, not even caring if you’re still mad at him or not. Either way he still finds a way to hold you close to him even after arguments,
As for you, you were wide awake. You're surprised he didn’t see your eyes open, you were still mad at him for the argument that happened..but you do feel like you overreacted over the smallest thing but not having the energy and being too stubborn to apologize you cuddled into his chest closing your eyelids letting his warmth hit you. “I’m still mad at you, you know?” Your sleepy voices echoed as he shrugged his shoulders, “And?” You huffed letting your body relax into his touch letting the sleep finally take over. “You’re so…annoying…you know that?”He softly chuckled hearing your sleepy voice throw insults at him kissing the top of your head, placing his chin ontop closing his eyes “Yeah yeah.” He tiredly said letting a deep sleep finally overcome him.
𝖧𝖠𝖩𝖨𝖬𝖤 𝖪𝖮𝖪𝖮𝖭𝖮𝖨
12:43pm Sunday night
Never again is he asking you to go shopping this late.
It’s been two hours since you’ve been gone and you’re still not home! He laid in your shared bed tossing and turning trying to go to sleep but he just couldn’t. Your warmth wasn’t there with him to help, he tried cuddling your pillow that had your scent in it but it was no use! He needed you, he couldn’t sleep without you.
Blankly staring at the dark ceiling, he heard the bedroom door opening revealing you with a bunch of bags, he instantly sat up turning on the lamp with a frown on his face, “Oh, you’re up? I thought you were sleep already babe.” You questioned, placing the bags on the other side of the room as he grumbled. “No because you weren’t here with me.” He mumbled watching you take off your clothes to change into your pjs, after putting on your bottoms you grabbed your bonnet, bundling up all your braids tucking them inside making your way towards your side of the bed, getting underneath the covers.
Koko sighed in relief, turning to turn off the lamp, getting back under the cover scooting closer to you and placing his head on your chest as your hands went up to play with his black and white locks feeling him start to relax into your warmth. The rhythm of your heart beat really was a meditation to put him to sleep, listening to your heart beat with your hands and warmth all over him really eased him. You softly smiled hearing his soft snores echo through the room, and soon following behind him with sleep of your own.
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creamyychann · 2 years
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Scenario from @yuookii
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ariachaos · 1 year
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ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃⁿᵒ'ˢ ᵒˡᵈᵉʳ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ ⁺ ⁱᶻᵃⁿᵃ ᵒˡᵈᵉʳ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ ʰᶜˢ!!
reader is fem! reader
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loving your siblings so much that you hate them. you really do love your siblings but sometimes you want to punch a hole in the wall because you look away for two seconds, and suddenly you have to bail mikey and shinichiro out of jail because they did something stupid for the 108th time that week.
keeping emma sane because good lord how did she maintain sanity while living with shinichiro AND mikey for like her whole life??? without any female family members to help??? with chores??? like huh??? honestly, you're not sure how you survived taking care of the two idiots before emma arrived.
shinichiro makes you an honorary mascot of his gang. he doesn't ask you, and he didn't know about you being the mascot of his gang until his friends mentioned it like "oh so this y/n is a person??? not a pet???" and shinichiro sat there like "in what universe did i say y/n is an animal?????" meanwhile you're even more confused about what your brother exactly said about you for his friends to act like this.
mikey and the OG toman members are, in a combined manner, your little brothers. they share a brain cell. in fact, you have caught mikey and draken sharing the toilet, baji and tora ruining the hard work you've put into making ALL FOUR BEDS (emma shares her room w you), while mitsuya and pah-chin sit there enjoying snacks like good little boys and apologizing for their friends' horrible manners.
you treating your brothers like absolute shit while giving their friends snacks that could easily be served in heaven. honestly, they're much more mild mannered than shin and mikey, who you have to manhandle and throw around the house a few times before they get the mind to listen to you.
that being said, they do their best not to get you genuinely mad. not even god knows what you'd do when they do something so genuinely stupid so much it hurts your brain. they know that once their friends leave after making a mess in the house, they are the ones who are cleaning up. of course, emma only helps them because they can't do much before going at each other's throats, but otherwise they know the protocol for what happens after their friends leave.
speaking of friends, the one you're most familiar with is wakasa. in his eyes, you're an angel in disguise after the whole "black dragons' mascot is not a pet but the leader's older sister holy shit" incident. he honestly wants to know the secret of dealing with shinichiro, but the only you thing you said while looking dead into the poor guy's eyes was: "you need to brute force it like your life is going to end if you don't." (he's a little terrified of what you mean)
after meeting shin's friends like wakasa and takeomi, you felt alright leaving shin in their care (obviously you told them about the one time shin put the milk in the cabinet after having a bowl of cereal (they still bully shin about it in adulthood)).
as for toman... well, you're their strategist/medic/brain cell/the mitochondria of the crack ass thing. basically mikey controls toman, but you control mikey, which makes you the "empress" of toman as people like to say. and yes, you know how to beat ass because how could you not after growing up in a dojo with four children to look after (you sometimes curse your dad for breeding so much it's mentally painful on your end).
speaking of toman... you were there for every fight since you know mikey has little to no self control whereas shin has a bit more conscience. in fact, you were there to save baji's life after his bullshit move of switching to the enemy's side for some god forsaken reason. you just picked up a pebble and threw it at kazutora's head with pinpoint accuracy, and the boy was out for the rest of the fight.
also no, shinichiro doesn't die bc baji and tora saw you when they broke into his shop (you were there to pick his dumbass up and scold him for staying out so late even tho shawty is in his mid 20s), and it was basically the spiderman meme moment because they're kids??? they're not supposed to be awake???? why the fuck are they here??? dressed like homeless people???
being the oldest sano sibling means no one in the family dies because you have a brain... that you actively use.
in terms of izana, you met him through shin. and at first, he hated you, as in, he'd try to suffocate you with a pillow in your sleep should you fall asleep in his vicinity. but at the same time, the boy you knew how much shin adored and cherished you and didn't want to do him dirty so he let you be.
i'd say the real bonding moment between you and him would be when he ran away from the orphanage for a while, but you were actually on the way to the orphanage to see him and brought him home with you so you can introduce him to mikey and emma.
mikey got angry (obv) because he felt neglected until you pointed out he has a bowl of freshly-made, five star quality meal right in front of him and if he complains one more time you'll be giving his portion to emma.
the only time mikey and izana gets along is when it comes to defending you.
there is never a person who gets to talk shit about you and gets away without a beating from those two because why would they. you're literally one of the best things that's happened to them, of course they would do everything in their power to protect you!
nicknames for shin: dumbass (a classic), motor oil boy (he stinky), bedhead, rooster ass (when he had the mohawk), best boi, single potato (self-explanatory), third-wheel (you got a date once and he had to third wheel because all his friends were busy), patrick star (i hc him to sleep in the starfish position), lung cancer incarnate.
nicknames for mikey (and toman OG): bitch, monkey, pain the in ass, lil shits, lil fucks, brain cell killing assholes, impulse-control needing bastards, chicken little (you met kisaki during the meeting and chicken little was the first thing that came to your mind but you accidentally said it out loud and you've never wanted to evaporate so badly before but kisaki wanted the ground to swallow him whole (the two of you never looked each other in the eye after that)), shitstains, cuddlebugs, cutting board (for certain people who do not have an ass), attitude giver Pro one thousand (i'll give you a hint it's not mikey), loverboy (it's draken), dimwit, and flutter ass (for when they're nervous/worrying too much).
nicknames for emma: angel, blessing, lovely, sweetheart, bubs, blub blub, sugar, my whole heart, baby princess, goddess, housewife pro max (you were advertising her housewife qualities to draken and draken alone), bringer of light at dusk, honeypie, baby, fairy, little princess, lovergirl (hint hint draken), cuddlebug, personal heater, hug-a-bear (she likes hugs).
nicknames for izana: little prince, prince charming, flamin' temper, spicy cat, nugget, small king, my hero, pretty boy, fashion king (he has style ngl), pumpkin (squishy cheeks), plum boy (his eyes), butterfly (he gave you butterfly stickers as a birthday present), short king, temper hurricane, pebble (in a cute way), love blub, heartbreaker (you were complimenting his good looks).
all in all, it's a hectic family you have, and you'll trade everyone except emma and izana to satan for one corn chip.
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baby-tini · 7 days
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Thinking about Mikey right now... but I'm specifically thinking about cuddling with him in bed. He has you on your side as he spoons you from behind... but, something just doesn't feel right... you feel.. empty? Yeah. Empty. But you feel all the much better when he slips his cock in, he fits perfectly. You'll never feel empty with Mikey around, he'll make sure of that.
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tenjikyu · 3 months
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𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯' 𝘺𝘰𝘶 - 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴
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౨ৎ ⋆。˚ bonten!mikey x male!rockstar!reader , reader plays guitar in a band , reader dresses more grunge as that’s the bands theme , think nana osaki from nana bc she’s the inspo for the fic , very lighthearted, tryna let poor bonten!mikey catch a break , slight sexual references but nothing actually happens , bonten is a lil ooc bc they all act like family but it’s okay bc it’s bonten.
౨ৎ ⋆。˚ SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR BONTEN ARC, NOT REALLY BUT WARNING JUST IN CASE. (honestly it’s not spoilers at all bc it’s pretty fanon in comparison to the canon bonten timeline.)
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“cmon mikey, get outta the apartment for once in your life that isn’t to go to headquarters!” rindou pouts at his boss.
manjiro really didn’t know what he expected when he decided all the executives should move into a massive penthouse together. sure it was good for his health to be around others and not coop himself up in agony, but he didn’t exactly like the idea of being dragged out whenever his lackeys felt like it.
“not intrested, leave me alone.” manjiro says, attempting to make his way to his bedroom. to go see a band he rarely listened to? who goes to a concert when you don’t give a shit about them to begin with?
sure he’s heard all about the gorgous female lead singer and the hot as fuck guitarist. (Y/N), right? manjiro couldn’t remember nor did he really care to.
“but i bought us all front row tickets to see Black Rose so we could witness how hot Hiroko Asato issss” ran attempted to persuade the stubborn bonten leader.
it wasn’t working.
“i’m looking forward to seeing her outfits up close. from what i’ve heard, she wears pure designer.” kokonoi adds onto the conversation.
“cmon mikey, it’s only one night. if you hate it that much i can drive you back to the penthouse.” kakucho, ever the resolver, bargains with the pouting leader.
“…” manjiro stays silent. ‘it’s just one night i guess, plus it means that i’d have them off my ass for at least a month’ he reasons with himself.
“alright, let’s get going then.” he says, the rest of the executives silently fist bumping the air rn.
the wait to get into the stadium was a bitch, however with a little bit of force, the bonten executives managed to get inside ahead of time.
koko ordered the drinks, kakucho and mochi reserved the spots and the haitani brothers were chatting up some vip ladies in scandalous dresses. meanwhile mikey is . . .
umm . . .
wait.
“oh, hey! are you lost..?”
you do your best to keep cool with the fact that the leader of the biggest mafia syndicate in japan was in your personal changing room.
“the show doesn’t start for another 2 hours, can i help you to your seat? i wouldn’t mind.” you offer, keeping careful of how you talk.
the hotshots of bonten’s identities had been long revealed to the public, however people were too afraid to really report their whereabouts to authorities. many stories of people who had revealed their location that day were swiftly eliminated, even before the news of their position were made public.
and so, knowing that the tatoo on this rather depressed looking man’s neck was a bad sign, you decided to just adhere to whatever he might need.
you were already dressed, the iconic vivienne westwood jewellery hanging from every inch of your body. each member of your band had a significant brand to them, so it wasn’t uncommon for you to be seen decked out in the iconic space themed jewellery. you had always loved the style, and it seemed the mafia boss was equally as intrigued in your designer pieces. you even had their logo imprinted onto your guitar.
“no, i’m okay.” manjiro only replied, his eyes not leaving the necklace that rested gently on your chest.
he didn’t really know why he snuck into the private quarters of the band. perhaps it was to escape his ever-so-annoying underlings?
or perhaps, a little part of him wanted to catch a glimpse of you.
apart from the obvious favourite of the band, the lead singer AS well as the only girl in the band, you were a favourite among listeners.
you had women and men alike screaming your name and begging for skin-on autographs. despite being a dude yourself, you had other guys begging you to sign their tailbone (which you had to politely decline).
manjiro understood why, as you were definitely easy on the eyes. your amazing sense of fashion and your toned body didn’t help.
“uhm.. are you feeling okay? you seem a bit dazed.” you question. in reality, the man was just dead on staring into your soul, scaring the living shit outta you.
“yes, i’m alright.” he finally responds.
.
. .
. . .
“here, take a seat.” you finally break the silence. why was he here? you didn’t think that a guy like him would have time to sit around some flashy concert. sure, you were a big band but let’s be real, shouldn’t he be at his headquarters shooting peoples heads in?
alas, you knew better then to question it.
and so, you order in some glasses of alcohol and begin chatting. you spoke about your career, how your band came to be and about dreams.
you aren’t entirely sure why you were discussing this sort of shit with a random mafia leader who could probably give less then a shit about you, however he seemed almost enamoured with your conversation.
you felt bad for talking his ear off, especially since you now only had about 45 minutes till showtime and you STILL hadn’t tuned your guitar, however he didn’t seem to care.
everytime you stopped talking, manjiro almost.. glared? at you? as if he was offended that you stopped talking.
unbeknownst to you, manjiro loved listening to you talk. the way you worded things and your voice overall was heavenly to his ears.
the piercings that decorated your skin were appealing to the man. the chain from your ear to you lips especially looked so… attractive to him.
“(Y/N) C’MON, WE’RE ON IN 10” you could hear toru, your drummer, scream out to you.
“SHIT! MY GUITAR” you freaked. HOW did you forget your guitar??
“i’ll come visit after the show.” manjiro says, exiting the room.
“oh, oka-“ before you had the chance to finish your sentence, he vanished.
well, now you couldn’t WAIT for the show to finish!
after the show had ended, you packed up the rest of your gear. your manager had popped in and taken your stage clothes back to the studio before bidding farewell.
as you sat around in a pair of baggy jeans and a t-shirt (inspo - don’t feel like you have to imagine this.) , you paitently waited for the white haired mafia boss to sneak back into your private room.
why were you even waiting? he was probably bullshitting you anyways. why would someone as busy as manjiro sano give a fuck about what you were doi-
“yo.” a cheeky grin graces his face, looking back at you.
note to self : doubt gets you nowhere!
“hey manjiro, enjoy the show?” you ask the man, automatically getting comfortable in his presence. you didn’t exactly know why you felt so relaxed around him, considering his rather infamous reputation, but you just did.
“yeah, you’re certainly the best in your band though. could go solo and still be famous if you wanted.” he replies, automatically heating your face up.
“cmon (Y/N), let’s get going already. i’m tired.” he winged to you in a childlike manner.
“okay.. WAIT—HUH?? where am i going?” you shriek, having no idea that he actually PLANNED to leave this place with you in tow.
“back to my place. duh. i don’t just talk to anybody for fun unless i plan to shoot them in the head an hour later.” he responds in a nonchalant voice.
this boy is gonna be the death of you, literally or figuratively? only time will tell.
regardless of how much you declined the offer, the man ends up dragging you out to the expensive limo that was owned by bonten. not only were you dragged into the car, you were squished in between the boss and 2nd in command of the syndicate, haruchiyo sanzu.
not that you were complaining, the pink haired dude was hot as fuck.
there were many things that occurred that night :
• at 1am, you arrived at their shared headquarters, completely baffled that they all lived together. you decided that you would NOT mention anything that might offend anyone in the room right now.
• at 2am, you were drinking alcohol more pricey then your stage guitar. you weren’t by any means on the poor side, but these men lived a new version of luxury.
• at 3am, you were playing pool with the haitani brothers and sanzu. you lost. miserably.
• at 4am, you were half naked and making out with manjiro sano on his own bed. you didn’t expect the high and mighty manjiro sano to be so submissive in the bedroom.
wait…
“HUH??” WHY WERE YOU IN MANJIRO SANO’S BEDROOM?? WHY WERE YOU IN NOTHING BUT BOXERS?? WHY DID MANJIRO SANO HAVE BITE MARKS ALONG HIS NECK??
“relax dummy, nothing went beyond tongue action.” a mop of platinum hair grumbles beneath the duvet covers.
thank fuck.
‘wait. what time is it?’ you ponder, taking a look at the clock next to the bed. 3:45pm. just how much did you drink to wake up this late?
before you had anymore time to think about it, you feel a thin but strong arm yank you back under the covers,
and come face to face with a pouty mafia leader.
as if on instinct, you pull his head gently into your chest, cradling his head like he’s a porcelain doll. his arms wrap around you as he nuzzled into your body closer, seeking your warmth and comfort.
it doesn’t quite dawn on you that your cuddling a man you literally met yesterday. not because you’re naive or dense, but because it just felt right to be in each others arms.
it’s not until mochi wakes the both of you up for dinner that you reopen your eyes, realising you hadn’t moved since you got dragged down.
it’s an all out war getting manjiro to leave his bed, but when you’re swiftly abducted by the haitani brothers, he’s up and ready, chasing the idiots around claiming they ‘stole his baby.”
well, that’s one way to get a boyfriend!
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laylarevengers · 6 months
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{ DON’T BLAME ME. }
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manjiro ‘mikey’ sano x fem! reader.
bonten! mikey.
warnings; implied romantic relationship w sanzu, past relationship w mikey, cursing, guns, wounds, hurt/comfort (?), kissing, y/n says ‘f you’ to like everyone lol, not the best written because i’m in a rush, also some plot changes like izana and shinichiro are alive and not well.
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y/n felt her breath slowly but surely get heavier and heavier. she ran through the parking, desperately trying to find the car to which the keys she has is. for a a couple of minutes, she thought she was being chased by whomever car she’s actively stealing belonged to, that was until she felt someone push her back towards the car.
it was too gentle, but she yelped as breath forcefully left her lungs. she fought back, trying her hardest to pull out the gun that was attached to her thigh, “get off of me, you motherfucker!” she yells. they don’t respond and her patience was running low.
she managed to turn around so her back is pinned against the car by the random person. she looks up and her eyes widen. she feels her words slur, but they make it out of her mouth coherent enough, “shinichiro..?” she doesn’t believe the name she’s saying, but there’s no denying it. that’s him.
“y/n, give me the car keys and go home.” she was the utmost happy to see shinichiro, but she could not let him stop her. she pushed him away, “fuck you. of course, the only reason you’re here showing your face is to tell me not to do it.”
“you think we’d just let you walk towards your death like that?”
izana. y/n scoffed. they have been gone for years. out of the picture, no contact. she fucking thought they died. “that’s none of your business. either of you.” she went to towards the car, before getting pulled away again. she looked at shinichiro with pure fury in her eyes.
“say you kill him, then what? you’ll be fucking miserable. you’ll be hunted. know how many people will come after you because you killed mikey?” shinichiro waits for her reaction. he only received a smile, “i’m already fucking miserable, shinichiro. at least after i kill him, i’ll have some sort of relief that that dick is gone.”
“he’s not some guy you can use your little toman stunts he taught you on. he leads bonten.” izana walked closer, his tone was harsh and y/n dared to say he looked angrier than her.
“i don’t fucking care what or who he leads!” y/n harshly pulled away from shinichiro’s gentle grip. “bonten is a fucking hoax. it’s horrific. who’s on top there, huh? rin? ran? sanzu? koko? kakucho? all of them can go fuck themselves. they fucking betrayed me. they stood there in front of me and choose him. i’ll kill them right after i kill him.”
shinichiro and izana both stood in silence. y/n’s heavy breath filling the cold air. “why are you doing this? to save me or save him?” she asked. “yn. i won’t let you kill yourself or my brother.” izana looked her straight in the eye.
“your brother?” she was appalled. “your fucking brother? you barely even know him, you hypocrite! now you have this saviour complex? now you want to save him? fuck you, you’re just like him!”
“don’t. don’t do say that.” shinichiro demanded. y/n looked back at him. she shook her head in pure annoyance. she didn’t say another word. she walked towards the car, started it and left.
though, the gun she pulled out and placed on the passenger seat did not go unnoticed by izana.
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y/n watched from her car hidden in-between others. her gaze was on the two guards who stood in front of the club, eyeing and memorising every single person who walked in or out. she did not have a plan. every plan she has ever had went to shit.
she toke the gun and put it in her pocket. she walked towards the two guards at the front gate. “who are you?—” her fist instantly met his face, knocking him unconscious. the other guard went to pull out his own gun. y/n kicked his hand, making the gun fall. she kicked it a couple of feet away and pushed his face in the wall next to door, pinning his hands behind his back.
“where are the haitani brothers?” she asked. “you crazy bitch! what are you—” he groaned in pain, she smacked his head against the wall. “where the fuck are the haitani brothers?”
the top floor in a room with a huge diamond studded door. that’s what he said. y/n pushed throw crowds of drunkards and people dancing. the smell of alcohol was almost making her faint.
“the hell?” she pulled her hand away instantly at someone who gripped her arm.
“what are you doing here, yn?” koko yelled over the music. y/n looked at him and thought for a second, “take me through the guards and security to rin and ran.” she ordered. it felt nostalgic. almost as if she was ordering him to go talk to inui when they fought, except this time it was more dangerous and inui would do anything other than seeing koko.
things changed. they all changed and she hated it.
“no—“
“it’s the least you could do. you owe me.”
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koko couldn’t believe he obliged, but she was right. he did owe her. all of them owed her.
yn walked pushed the enormous doors. she was ready, at least she thought. rin and ran looked back from the window they stared out of at her and koko. “yn?” rindou whispered. it was low and perplexed and filled with regret.
“you don’t look terrible,” y/n pulled out her gun, pointing it at both haitanis. rindou and koko’s eyes widen. ran goes to open a drawer in his desk, y/n assuming to fetch his own gun. she points the gun solely at rindou, “open that drawer and your dear little brother has a hole between his eyes.”
ran stepped away from the desk and closer to rin. he asked what she wanted to which she replied by simply saying, “call sanzu.” koko opened his mouth to object but was suddenly interrupted by y/n repeating herself, “call sanzu. now.”
rindou turned to look at ran. he nodded towards his older brother. ran picked up his phone from the desk, his gaze repeatedly turning from the screen at her. rindou broke the silence, “what happened?”
“what?”
“you’re bruised up really fucking bad. what happened?”
y/n lowered her gun. she kept it in a tight steady grip and her eyes observed every movement any of them made. “it’s not easy finding any of you. had to hit and get hit to be here.”
“thought you left.” koko said. he knew she didn’t. mikey made him keep tabs on her. check on her, make sure she’s good. he knew this was going to happen, he just didn’t know it’d be this soon.
y/n annoyingly sighed, “clearly i didn’t. now stop stalling and fucking call him.” she waved the gun towards ran. he turned the phone around to show her. ‘S.H.’ the caller id said. “it’s ringing.” ran was calm. he got mature, y/n thought.
but he was still an instigator. “why you wanna call him? miss him?” y/n laughed, “i’ll fucking kill you.” he smiled back. ran put the phone up to his ear once sanzu picked up.
“put it on speaker.”
ran sighed and obliged. “the hell d’you want?” sanzu said. ran maintained eye contact with her, “yn’s here. wants to see you,”
y/n glared at him.
“and mikey. mostly mikey. has us held up at gun point.”
“what?!” sanzu yelled on the other line. before sanzu could speak up again, y/n did not give him a chance. “i want to see mikey, sanzu. ain’t that difficult. i’ll give you thirty minutes to come here and take me to him or else i’ll kill his executives. i am armed, they are not and they’re too much of pussies to actually fight me.”
silence.
sanzu sighed, “i’ll be there in ten minutes.” he said. “five.” didn’t you say thirty two minutes ago? rindou thought. sanzu hung up and ran slowly put down the phone. he called again and told her to go to the back of the club.
y/n turned around, foolish, she knew. but they wouldn’t do anything, she also knew that. “yn.” rindou said. she turned around and looked at all of them.
“we’re sorry.”
“so am i.”
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y/n assumed that the car guarded by fifty men in black suits was the one she was supposed to enter. the front driver’s seat’s window opened down. sanzu.
“get in,” it sounded like an order, but she knew it wasn’t. the look in his eyes begged her not to go into that car, for what reason? no idea. she hummed in response and went to open the door right behind him. “no. no, the other side.”
she annoyingly sighed and walked in front of the car. it looked rich. the windows were tinted black, she had no idea what or who is in the car. she opened the other door and got in.
the seatbelt she was trying to put on just in case sanzu was a planing on killing them abruptly fell off. “fuck!” she looked next to her, to where she initially was going to enter from. mikey was sitting there.
his black hair looked like izana’s. his head was turned away from her, his neck visible. that tattoo. the bonten tattoo. even without him looking at her, he looked paler and sick. she could tell he was not eating, barely sleeping and overall dying.
well, good thing she was about to end his misery.
sanzu started the car, the club fading into view alongside rindou, ran and koko who stared at them from the window. “where are we going?” y/n asked. “don’t know yet.” sanzu replied.
the tension between them was so visible it was sure to make mikey uncomfortable. he stared at her from the rear view mirror, she stared back.
“home.” mikey suddenly said. sanzu looked away and hummed in agreement. y/n glanced at mikey then back outside the window. she memorised every street, turn and movement they made.
she felt a hand on her and then her gun was snatched from her pocket. she held mikey’s hand, the one with the weapon. they locked eyes, his dull and black, hers angry and mean.
“this is a cop’s gun,” his tone was nonchalant, uncaring. “i only have it to kill you. don’t care who it belongs to.” she spat at him. he let out a small huff, “mm, it can be traced.” she scoffed, “as if someone fucking cares about you enough to try to find out who kills you.”
she knew it was bullshit. he knew it was bullshit, but he understood her point. he gently gave her the gun back.
the continuous car ride was silent.
y/n walked behind mikey into his penthouse. he upgraded. they walked behind one another until mikey stopped by his balcony. the view was beautiful. y/n felt nostalgic. looked like the view from the little cliff he toke her to with his bike years ago. where they kissed for the first time. where she became and honorary member of toman after. where she hugged as he sobbed from multiple of things that were thrown on his shoulder. where she gave him the doryaki she made every week hoping it gets better by practice. (it did)
where he broke her heart when he said he’s leaving.
“come on,” he spoke up. “do it. not gonna stop you.” she looked at him and felt her eyes burn. she didn’t want to cry in front of him, she really didn’t, but she just couldn’t. the tears fell and she somehow managed to stop herself from sobbing.
“not going to stop me? why?” his eyes glinted for a moment. it was as if there was life in them for a second. they looked the same they did when they loved her. “because i don’t have anything to live for. you’re right, no one’s gonna look for me.”
“no,” she breathed through her tears. “you do have things— people to live for. emma, shinichiro, izana, ken, takametchy, and so many other people that fucking care. but you’re right, no one’s going to look for you. they’re going to look for manjiro, not whoever you are right now.”
he chuckled, “so many except you. makes sense, i guess. you are here to kill me.” he walked closer and when he saw her not budge, he kept getting close until they were inches away. he felt the gun on his chest. he looked at her, he lifted his hand up to her face, wiping away the tears.
“i fucking hate you, manjiro. ‘hate you so much. fuck you..”
“i know.”
she closed her eyes when his lips touched hers. she wanted to push him away. she put her hands on his shoulder, ready. instead she pulled him closer. he felt so familiar. comforting. but then she opened her eyes and he looked so pale, his eyes were way more tired than they used to be. his long blond hair that she used to play with for hours end was gone. the smell of fresh baked doryaki gone and replaced with the smell of strong alcohol and cigarettes.
they parted ways and their eyes stayed on each other. “i’m sorry..” why was she apologising? why the hell was she apologising? she hated herself for it. almost as much as she hated the fact that no matter how horrible he is, how much his dark impulses increased and how much of his soul is taken away;
she would always choose him. she will always choose manjiro sano.
“no. i’m sorry, yn. for everything that happened and for everything that will happen.”
“..what?”
“you’re staying. sorry. you weren’t secretive. everyone knows you’re tied to me. can’t let you go now. never could let you go, but now you’re in danger. what’d you always say? love made me crazy.”
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tojisbbg · 1 year
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❈ 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 ❈
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❝one day i will stop falling in love with you, some day, someone will like me like i like you.❞
♡ manjiro sano ♡
a/n: current mood - wanting to breaking people’s hearts 😈 (sorry mikey stans)
content: mikey x reader (y/n), very heavy angst, right person wrong time, you’re mikey’s childhood friend, he’s getting married (lolz), not grammatically checked/edited
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you finished adding the final touches to your makeup, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you checked in the mirror if your concealer hid your puffy eyes well. some would say that whatever you were going through was tragic, a scenario that you would read about in romance novels where the main character is destined to a miserable fate.
and perhaps that was right.
you’ve been feeling miserable, sad and pathetic for the last month and a half since you’ve received the invitation. a piece of paper that felt like a sharp knife slicing your heart in half.
what was worse was that you couldn’t even find it in your heart to throw away the card. it was beautifully decorated with happy pastel colors and confetti, printed on expensive card stock, pop-up designs and a photo of him with the girl that was supposed to be you.
it was your childhood friend’s wedding, except for the catch that you’ve been holding in a burdening crush on him for the last twenty years. he was your person and you were his, being there for each other through thick and thin.
you both created a world where it was just the two of you while everyone else became a blur, a bunch of white noise. he was the invincible mikey and you were his key.
you couldn’t help but wonder, when did things change so fast? how did the perfect world you both created become nothing but dust?
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(17 years ago)
“how is she, doc?” the young boy with a dragon tatted on his skull asked curiously as he stared at his friend, well practically family, in concern. 
“it was just an upset stomach, little man. we gave your sister some antibiotics to fight off those nasty little germs that’s been bothering her. she’ll be good in a few days. you sure you don’t have a parent or older family member we can contact?” the doctor asked, cocking an eyebrow as he held the pen in his hand eagerly, hoping the blonde boy would say something to him. 
“we’re orphans and she’s not my real sister. we have someone that’s been taking care of us for all these years and he’ll come by shortly.” he murmured, shame painting his face as his gaze went down to the floor. 
the doctor looked at him with sorrow, patting his head. 
“hang tight, buddy. keep her company, but don’t make her laugh too much or else it might make her cry.” he tried to create humor and it successfully made the frowning by crack a crooked smile. 
“yes, sir!” the little boy playfully saluted as he watched the man in the white coat walk away with a chuckle. 
“ken?” his ears rang up when hearing your faint call of his name, a small whimper following after. 
“y/n! are you hurting anywhere? should i call the doctor back? uncle’s gonna be here soon with remi. i told them to bring your favorite chocolate pudding.” draken gave you a cheeky grin, his hand now holding yours tightly. 
“you know me so well, sometimes i forget that i’m an orphan.” you laughed quietly, trying to not put strain on your stomach. 
“you’re not an orphan, y/n. you got me, uncle, remi and the other girls too. we’re one big happy family.” he persisted, eyebrows furrowing as he tried his best to convince you to believe his point. 
“you told the doctor that i’m not your sister, ken.” you whispered, your throat becoming dry as the words left your mouth. draken fell silent for a few seconds before sighing, laying his head besides your hand. 
“i told him that you’re not my real sister, y/n. there’s a difference. i don’t care what the law says because my heart says otherwise. you’ll always be the sister that i’ve always dreamed of having.” his eyes twinkled, a hand coming up to ruffle your hair. 
“so i heard one of my little girls was sick? maybe some chocolate pudding will make those little bad guys in your stomach go away.” your uncle’s voice boomed in your ward, a small smile plastered on his face as he shook the white plastic bag.
your eyes glimmered in content before you were pulled into a bear hug by remi. the girl sobbed on your shoulder, wetting it with tears and snot as she roared by your ears. 
“y/nnnn!!!! i thought you were gonna die when kenny told uncle! i love you, y/n, don’t leave ever me. ever.” she hiccuped between every word as your uncle and draken tried to console her and calm her down. 
“it was a stomach bug, remi. i’ll be better in a few days.” you tried to cheer her up. she raised her head, looking at you in doubt. 
“promise?” remi sniffled. 
“promise, you know i’d never lie to you.” you wiped away her tears before hugging her once more. 
your uncle handed the three of you the small containers of chocolate pudding. 
“why don’t you three take a walk outside, i’ll have this really nice nurse walk you guys. it’s good to get some fresh air.” the doctor said, patting your back and you all agreed, soon leaving the room. 
you happily skipped through the hallway, one pudding container in your pocket, while the other one was tightly secured in your hand as you ate it. 
“let’s play hide and seek, you’re the seeker ken!” you quickly blurted out, not giving either of them a choice before running off to the other direction. you faintly heard draken groan in annoyance, being tired of always being the seeker but he’d always do it for you. 
you saw a pretty quiet hallway and decided to turn to that corner, only to find a small quiet room. you figured that it wouldn’t be too much of a trouble to hide in here for a few minutes
you opened the door, nearly having a heart attack from the sudden appearance of another person. it was a boy with short blonde hair, he was huddled up into a ball, quietly whimpering and crying. 
“hey, kid.” you called out to him, only to not receive a response. a heavy sigh left your lips as you walked over to him, sitting on the floor besides him. the boy looked up at you, eyes all puffy and his nose red. 
he’s pretty cute.
“look, i’m really bad at comforting people. but, when i’m super sad, i eat chocolate pudding to make me happy again.” you said with a grin, digging in your pocket to get your other container out. 
you grabbed his hand and opened his palm before placing the treat in it. he stared at it in momentary silence. 
“who are you?” he finally spoke, looking at you with slight confusion. 
“just a stranger who’s hiding from her siblings in an intense game of hide and seek. what about you?” you chuckled, scooping another bite into your mouth. 
“i’m.. i don’t know.” he said with a shaky breath, shaking his head. 
“that’s fine, we don’t always know the answer to everything. ken is really mean sometimes, he’s a year older than me and asked me what 345 times 82 is. i could bet you my whole stash of chocolate pudding that he doesn’t know himself. tch, smart my ass.” you scoffed, earning a small giggle from your side. you side eyed him, seeing him detach the small spoon from the plastic lid before opening it. 
“what’s your name?” he asked you, eyes anticipating for an answer. 
“y/n. you?” you continued to inhale your treat as you waited for him to respond. 
“mikey.” the blonde boy scooped in a hefty amount into his mouth as he consumed the sweet dessert. 
“why were you crying, mikey?” you asked, not realizing how insensitive you were being. 
“it’s personal.” mikey shortly dismissed, but you were a little slow to understand and continued to persist until he caved in. 
“it’s just me and you in here. think of it as a bubble with just us, nothing comes in or goes out of this bubble.” you assured him, patting his back. 
for some strange reason, mikey felt like he could tell you anything from how comfortable you made him feel. considering the fact that he didn’t want to show any kind of reaction or emotion towards his family, he decided to seek that comfort and release in you. 
“my mother just died, about an hour ago.” he bluntly dropped the bomb, placing a very awkward and tense atmosphere between you both. 
“you’ll get over it, mikey.” you calmly answered, making his brows furrow with annoyance and slight anger. 
“how could you say that to me? my mother just died.” mikey said in disbelief, his tone heightening a little. 
“i’m telling you the truth. i’m sorry that this happened to you, especially at such a young age, but it’ll all pass and soon, today will just be one of your many bad memories. you’ll find peace and love one day and heal, mikey. that’s life.” you defended your previous statement, looking into his eyes with a gentle look. 
“and how do you know that? you’re just some ten-year-old weirdo that walked in on me.” he mumbled under his breath, making you giggle. 
“i’m an orphan, mikey. i don’t even know what my parents look like or if i even have any to begin with. not even any knowledge on if i have sibling or not. ken and remi aren’t my real siblings, just people i grew up with.” you shrugged, making the blonde boy thin his lips. 
“i’m sorry.” he apologized, his gaze lowering to meet his shoes. 
“it’s not your fault. there’s too much love in this world to be consumed by regret or grief. i’m not saying that you shouldn’t grieve, but you have to pick yourself up and continue with the rest of your life eventually. it’s what your mom would’ve wanted, mikey.” you ruffled his hair as his eyes shimmered with hope. 
“thanks, i’ll try. also, promise me that you won’t tell anyone about me crying.” mikey gave you a embarrassed look, holding up his pinky. 
“i promise.” you intertwined yours with his.
suddenly, the door flew open, which startled the both of you. 
“found you!”
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“i’m really sorry, sir.” the doctor heavily sighed, trying to pat your uncle’s back as the man sobbed in his palms. 
“how bad is it? please, tell me she has time! she’s only ten, i want to be able to walk her down the aisle one day.” your uncle begged, choking between every word and cry. 
“the tumor in right in the middle of her brain, wrapping around each and every blood vessel. it’s to aggressive for us to remove it, i’m sorry once again, but it’s inoperable. she’ll bleed out before we can even remove a centimeter of it. with proper treatment and medications, we’re looking at maybe ten more years.” the doctor replied, making your uncle rub his temples in worry. 
“uncle!! meet my new friend, mikey! they live on the next block from our house.” you vibrant voice broke the depressing atmosphere. your uncle quickly wiped away his tears, giving you all a smile. 
“hey, i remember you! you were in s.s motors with shinichiro.” your uncle patted mikey’s head. 
“he’s my big brother.” mikey answered. 
“i see, why don’t you come and have lunch with us. we’re going out for burgers, i’ll text your brother that you’re with us.” your uncle suggested, making the small blonde boy nod his head.
and just like that, the both of you became inseparable. 
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high school came around and you were the only thing that was piecing manjiro sano, or rather the invincible mikey, together. he formed a gang and that included your brother in it as well. you all were a pretty tight group to say the least, yet no one could truly understand him better than you could.
not even his right-hand men such as draken or sanzu. 
“i think i’m gonna disband toman and move away for some time, you now escape life for a little.” he sighed, opening the lid of the chocolate pudding before handing it to you.
“where’s yours?” you asked, confused as to why he only got one. 
“didn’t want one.” he shrugged, digging in his pocket before pulling out a box of cigarettes. he plucked one of the cancer sticks out, planting it in between his lips before lighting it. 
you watched him in disappointment, as he inhaled the smoke before coughing it out, eyes becoming watery as you scoffed. 
“dumbass, give me that.” you grabbed the stick before throwing it on the ground, stepping on it. 
“and that.” you grabbed the pack out of his hands before tossing it into the trash. 
“y/n.” mikey called out. 
“no, i’m really mad at you. i can’t believe you, mikey. pull that type of shit again and i’ll bury you, i swear. no girl would ever want to kiss you with a mouth like that.” you scoffed, flicking his forehead as he winced in pain. 
“not even you?” he teased. 
“i’d rather kiss a roach.” you playfully punched his bicep, earning a small laugh from him. 
“they only had one pudding left, so i didn’t get one for myself.” he explained himself. 
“we could always share, idiot. say ah.” you ordered, scooping a hefty amount of pudding before placing the spoon near his lips. he opened his mouth, eating it with content. 
“see, much better than cigarettes. but i was being serious, mikey, i don’t wanna see those near your lips or reach ever again. swear on my life?” you glared at him, making him choke. 
“hey! why are you giving me such a harsh swear??” he cleared his throat. 
“so you’re saying you’ll lie and do it behind my back?!” you yelled, making him quickly shake his head. 
“no, no, no! that’s not what i meant. i’m just saying that isn’t it such a big swear for something so stupid?” mikey tried to reason. 
“your health is not stupid, mikey. don’t push my buttons and swear already.” you rolled your eyes, making him sigh. 
“fine, i swear.” he said in defeat, stealing the reamining of your pudding to eat. 
“hm, good. oh, going back to what you were saying earlier, why so suddenly?” you questioned, backtracking to the previous conversation before you both got out of topic. 
“i don’t know, i feel like i’m bringing in my toxic energy in and engulfing everyone. maybe i should just let it all go and step back, you know? even you need a break from me to be honest.” he bitterly laughed. you kissed your teeth before grabbing a hold of his face, turning it to face you as you stared sternly at him. 
“mikey, i’m not going anywhere. what i promised you seven years will never break, even after we die. our souls are one, and i can’t leave my other half. so, let me run away with you. wherever you want, i’ll follow right behind you.” you gave him a soft smile, caressing his cheeks lovingly. his expression grew softer, tears welling in his eyes as he buried his face in your chest. you wrapped your arms around him, kissing the top of his head. 
it’s been rough on him, especially after losing shinichiro too in an accident. mikey’s been in a really dark place for a few months, shit, even scary if you were honest. he was snappy, rude, all dark and twisty. yet, you never gave up on him. 
because you knew that at the end of the day, he was still the same small boy you found in that closet crying to himself. 
“y/n, promise me something.” mikey sniffled, pulling away as he looked up at you, eyes holding so much vulnerability. 
“i promised my entire life to you, what more should i promise?”you joked, wiping away his tears with the pads of your thumb. 
“if we don’t find someone by the age of thirty, let’s get married. i’d rather spend the rest of my life with you than all alone.” he offered, a boyish smile dancing on his lips as your heart fluttered. 
you could’ve sworn that it skipped a few beats, making it suddenly harder to breathe as your cheeks grew warm. 
“stop fucking around with me, sano. it’s not funny.” you warned him, but his expression remained the same. 
“you’re being deadass?” your eyes grew wide and he hummed in response. 
“so, are you in or not?” the blonde boy cocked an eyebrow as he held out his pinkie, making you chuckle. 
“jeez, it seems like you’re making a life or death contract with me. yes, i’m in.” you answered, intertwining your pinkie with his. 
and to think that what you’ve been dreaming of for years were to come true would become only a nightmare. 
it’s not until emma’s death where mikey completely disappeared, not answering anyones calls or even yours. you spent days trying to look for him all over the city and even begging koko to somehow track his number or something. 
but every effort went in vain. 
you cried for months, refusing to eat and giving up on the sweet treat that only reminded you of him. you had nightmares every night, and the only thought that circled your mind was that he was dead. 
he was really gone. 
until after nearly nine years, he came back. not alone, but accompanied with another person. 
a girl, his girl, to be precise. 
mikey went to the philippines for those years, returning with a completely new get up that would make it hard for anyone to guess that it was him. his beautiful blonde locks were now cut short with an undercut, dyed black. 
you remembered the first day where he showed up at your doorsteps, your knees turned into jelly as you almost collapsed to the group if he didn’t catch you in time. you cried in his arms for so long, cursing and punching him from pain and anger as he whispered thousands of apologies to you. 
you were happy, so fucking happy to see that he was alive. it put your mind and heart to peace, until you saw her walk out of the car.  
“this is my girlfriend, y/n. we met a few years back and she’s just amazing, you know. i wanted you to meet the most important person of my life first since you’re my best friend.” he mischievously giggled, snaking an arm around her waist. 
your throat became dry, heart shattering into a billion pieces as each word leaving his lips was like knives jabbing at your heart. it bled, threatening to leak out of your eyes. yet, you held back, trying your hardest to fake a realistic smile to keep your cool. 
“nice to meet you.” you shook her hand. 
“the pleasure’s all mine, mikey’s told me a lot about you.” she said, making you awkwardly laugh.
“oh, i see.” you dryly replied, clearing your throat. 
“these are for you by the way, it’s a recipe that’s really sacred to my family. i hope you enjoy.” she smiled, handing you a box of what seemed like cookies. 
fuck, i can’t even bring myself to hate her. 
“thank you, that’s really sweet of you. uh, you both should stay over for lunch.” you offered, secretly praying that they refuse. 
“sorry, y/n, i gotta get my bike inspected by ken-chin. next time, yeah?” he ruffled your hair, as you managed to let out a small hum. you waved them goodbye before entering your house, locking the door behind you. 
you fell on your knees, letting out all the tears that you’ve been holding in. your cry was ugly, gut-wrenching and painful as it stole all the oxygen from your lungs and made you gag and choke. 
it felt like someone died, well, it was sort of like that. 
mikey was no longer yours, he was somebody’s else’s. you were all alone now. 
you’re the other woman. 
you probably shed a gallon of tears by now, trying your best to turn off the water tap glued on your eyes. but, the image of him snaking his arm around her waist never left your mind. 
you glanced at the box of cookies on the floor, opening the lid to grab one and take a bite. 
“fuck, they taste delicious too.” you cried, throwing it back in the box as you decided that it’ll be best to call out of work sick for tomorrow. 
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the day has finally come, where you have to let him go. he was no longer yours, those days will never come back, now only a happy memory that you can confide to for comfort. 
“y/n, you don’t have to do this.” draken sighed, placing a hand on your shoulder but you shook your head, determined to attend that damn wedding. 
“i have to, ken. he’s my best friend, i can do at least this much for him.” you answered, fixing up the green dress that you wore before putting on your earrings. 
“be selfish for once, y/n! i know that you love him, alright? i’ve been living with you since diapers, i know you like the back of my hand. you can lie to anyone but me, i know that you’re not okay. which is why i’m telling you that you don’t have to do this. i’ll tell him that you’re sick or something.” draken’s eyes softened, his expresison growing sad as he looked at your pained expression. you were smiling at him, yet he knew the thousands of thoughts and words that littered your mind. 
“ken, i know. the only way i could give myself closure is by seeing it happen, in front of my eyes. i want my last memory of him to be happy and clear, so that when i think of him, i don’t feel pain or misery. if he’s happy then i’m happy because we are each others halves and no one can take that spot. besides, his fiance is so nice, i can’t even bring myself to hate her. he’ll be fine, i know he will.” you explained, grabbing drakens hands as you gave it a tight squeeze, looking up at the tall man that stood before you. 
he bit his lips to contain himself from arguing back, caressing your cheeks before letting out a sigh. he nodded his head, deciding to butt-out of your business. 
“okay, whatever makes you happy.” he said and you hummed in response before getting up to slip on your heels. 
“let’s go, we have a wedding to go to.” you smiled at him, slipped your arm in his as you guys walked out of your house. 
the drive to the church was short as it was the same one where hina and takemichi got married. you entered the ladies room where all the bridesmaids were getting dressed up as they all waited for you since you were the maid of honor. 
“y/n, you’re here! god, you look gorgeous, maybe i should ditch mikey and marry you instead.” she joked, pulling you into a hug as you chuckled, patting her back. 
“you look even prettier. damn, mikey caught a good one i gotta say.” you answered looking at her with eyes full of nothing but adoration. 
she was sweet and understanding, a perfect wife for mikey. he deserved this, after being through hell and back, he deserved happiness and peace. 
and you were willing to do anything to give him that, even if it meant to go to the ends of the earth and come back. 
“it’s almost time! come on ladies, get in position.” one of the bridesmaids announced.
“i’ll see you at the aisle.” you rubbed her shoulder as she hummed, then taking your leave as you entered the wedding hall. you walked up where the priest stood, mikey standing right across you. 
his eyes widened when he saw you, walking up to you without hesitation. he pulled you into a tight hug before pulling away with a smile. 
“you look absolutely beautiful, y/n, as always. i’m so happy that you’re here, i was honestly so nervous, but after seeing you, i got my courage back.” he honestly said, making it hard for you to form words to respond to him. 
“better not chicken out sano, i raised you better than that.” you playfully scolded him. 
“yes ma’am!” he jokingly saluted, making you both laugh. 
“mr. sano, please stand in position, the bride will enter in a few minutes.” the priest interrupted. 
“sorry. i’ll talk to you after the ceremony, okay?” he held your hands, giving it a tight squeeze and you swore that if he was just a hair more closer, you would’ve broken down into tears. 
“yeah, yeah, of course. go get married, sano.” you teased, making him blush as he walked back to his original position. you stood with one ring while draken stood with the other, the taller glancing at you frequently to check if you’re okay and you’d discreetly try to nod and give him the signal that you’re fine.
the music began to play and the doors opened, revealing mikey’s soon to be wife, now walking in with her father. a huge smile or her face as you looked over at mikey, only to catch him staring at you before averting his gaze to his wife. 
she walked up the steps, now standing besides you as she turned to look at her soon to be husband. the priest began to read the wedding vows and it was soon time to exchange rings. the beautiful diamond ring glimmered under your eyes and you couldn’t help but wished it was for you. 
it fit perfectly, like it was made for you and you knew that because you accompanied mikey when he went ring shopping. it was unfortunate to know that his fiance’s ring size was the same as you, so you helped him pick and size it. you remember not being able to take your eyes off of it as soon as he slipped it onto your finger. you felt chills as his skin touched yours, but now, it was reality; only not yours but hers. 
“do you, _____, take manjiro sano as your wedded husband, to cherish in love and in friendship, in sickness and in health, in success and in disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?” the priest asked, and without hesitation⸻
“i do.” she said with the brightest smile, giving him the most lovesick eyes known to mankind. 
“do you, manjiro sano, take _____ as your wedded wife, to cherish in love and in friendship, in sickness and in health, in success and in disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?” he now asked the groom, and to your surpise, mikey’s eyes were only focused on you. 
please, say no, mikey. say no! you’re mine and i’m yours, it always been like that. please, say no.
your mind screamed and your heart bled, hoping for some miracle to change the events to bring it in your favors. but to your disappointment, none of that happened. he gave you a small smile before glancing at his bride. 
“i do.” mikey said and the priest suddenly glanced at everyone in the room. 
“any objections?” he loudly asked, as a moment of silence fell in the whole room. 
me! i object. this wedding shouldn’t be happening, not even in a million years. that should be me in that dress and ring, not her. i don’t want to be the other woman.
“that’s a no then. i now pronounce you husband and wife. you may kiss the bride.” and with that being said, you averted your gaze to the bouquet of flowers as the crowd roared with cheers while they both kissed. 
a few tears slipped from your eyes but you managed to quickly wipe them away, praying that nobody saw them. to which nobody did, except for draken as the man look at you with nothing but an aching heart to see you this heartbroken. 
the after party was great, from the table of stories and lunch too. the cake was amazing as well, coming from the bakery that you and mikey often went to for study dates during your teen years. 
“y/n! there you are, i’ve been looking for you everywhere. i just wanted to come here and thank you again for helping out with everything. you’re amazing and i’m so happy to know someone like you.” mikey’s wife came to you and pulled you into a hug, as you pat her back. 
“of course, i wish you both the best of luck and a lot of happiness. treat him good, okay? he’s been through so much and he really deserves this. he’s a little childish and stubborn at times but he’s so sweet. he’s great and it breaks my heart to give him away but he’ll be okay. i know he will, he’s mikey after all.” you laughed, making her break into one as well. 
“mhm, you got it!” she smiled at you once more before being whisked away by another relative for pictures. 
“looks like you’re busy.” you heard a familiar voice behind you, turning around to see mikey grinning at you. 
“yup, busy practicing how to spend the rest of my life alone without my other half.” you teased, making him chuckle. 
“i suppose if you’re not too busy then you can spare some time to have a dance with me?” mikey wiggled his eyebrows, making your lips curl as you took his hand, being pulled away to the dance floor. 
you wrap your arms around his neck as his arms snake around your waist. you both sway to the song and it felt like once again everyone else was just a blur and you both were now back in your own world, just the two of you. 
“thank you, y/n. for everything, from beginning to end. i’ll never be able to repay you for everything that you’ve done for me. without you, i don’t think i’d even be standing here. you’re my one and only, forever and always; my other half.” he genuinely spoke, eyes glimmering with love and adoration, turning your brain into a bunch of mush and heart becoming all fuzzy. 
“you just got married, mikey, don’t make your wife turn against me by saying those kind of things.” you chuckled, making him crack a smile. 
“i mean it, you’re very special to me, y/n.” mikey said, tucking in a piece of hair behind your ear. you felt suffocated, feeling your airways and chest tightening. you couldn’t tell if it was from all that food you stress-ate or the feelings that threatened to pour out right this moment.
“can we go somewhere private, i gotta tell you something.” you urgently ushered him, as he quickly nodded his head before being dragged away to the groom’s room. 
you quickly closed the door behind you, locking it before turning to face him. mikey grew concerned at your behavior and silence as he constantly asked if you were okay.
“if someone were to ask me what would be the best and worst day of my life, i would tell them that it was the day that i met you.” you breathed out, making mikey tilt his head to the side in confusion. 
“huh?” he managed to say. 
“it was the day where i found someone that understood me as a person deep from within, knew my every thought and feeling before i even had to say it or act on it. i found my other half, the person that made me, well, me. the person whom i’ve grown to not be able to live without as well. which also brings it to why it’s my worst day as well.” you grew silent, words feeling too heavy to spew out as tears gathered in your eyes. 
“the person that i can’t live without, mikey.” you choked out, tears now streaming down your face as mikey’s eyes widened. 
“y/n, i don’t under-”
“i love you, okay! not as a friend, but as someone more. i wanted to be the person that you spend the rest of your life with.” you cried, making him gulp harshly. 
“i wanted to be your bride.” you sadly laughed, looking up at him with a tear-stained face as your mascara and eyeliner was now smudged. 
“oh my god, y/n.” he whispered, trying to pull you into a hug but you quickly stopped him. 
“don’t! if you hug me right now, i’ll break and won’t be able to stop myself. please, just hear me out. when we went ring shopping, i never wanted to take it off of my finger and it felt so nice when you put it on me. that night, i went home and couldn’t stop envisioning a future where it was us instead. i’ve loved you ever since we were kids, mikey.” you confessed, making him break into tears as he pulled you into a hug, unable to contain himself. 
“then why the hell didn’t you say anything before? you even had the chance to object when the priest said the vows. why didn’t you say anything!” he sobbed, his embrace tightening as if he never wanted to let you go. 
“because she’s good, mikey. you need a wife who’s sweet, tender, gentle and understanding. she’s perfect for you, mikey. you’ll be okay, i know you will.” you gave him a sad smile, holding his face as you looked deep into his eyes. 
“but you’re also-”
“no, mikey. you need someone who can cherish you and spend many more happy years to come. i can’t give you that.” you sniffled, making him furrow his eyebrows. 
“i don’t understand, what’s going on?” mikey panicked.
“i’m dying, mikey. that day that i met you, i was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor and it seems that i barely have a full month left to live. i was supposed to be long gone by last month but i guess i was lucky enough to see you get married.” you cried with a smile. 
“no, no, you’re lying to me. this can’t be! y/n, this isn’t time for jokes, please, i can’t lose you too. i’ll marry you, i’ll manage something, i promise. please, just don’t leave me.” he begged, holding onto you like you would disappear from his reach if he were to let go. 
“mikey, don’t make all of this go into vain. i worked so hard to come to terms with my feelings and get closure. which is why i waited until after the wedding to tell you because even if i do leave you, you’ll have her to be there with you. you need to live for me, and enjoy your life in happiness. okay?” you sobbed, trying to convince him but he kept shaking his head in denial. 
“no! please, y/n! i-i-”
“here, make sure to share with her, alright? don’t get too greedy.” you tried to joke to lighten the mood, as you opened his palm to give him the container of chocolate pudding. 
“y/n, please.” he cried, but you were stern with your decision. you felt yourself becoming light-headed and the familiar feeling of nausea. it almost felt like you were dying, ironically. 
“bye, mikey.” you gave him a soft kiss on his cheek before running out of the room. mikey yelled your name behind like a madman as he ran after you, but you were too ahead. the fresh air hit your skin, sending goosebumps everywhere and it felt like you could breathe again. 
you walked over to draken’s car and opened the door, sitting down as you were about to close the door. 
“i love you too, y/n! i always have and always will.” was the last thing you heard before slamming the door shut, breaking into tears. 
“start the car, ken.” you said in between your sobs, driving away from the church. 
“so, you gonna hide from him forever or what? you know, y/n, i never told you how much i love you. well, not like that. but, i’m grateful for having someone like you in my life. i’d do anything to make you smile, you’re the most selfless and kind person i’ve ever met. an angel is what you are.” draken rambled, making you softly chuckle.
“thanks ken, i love you too.” you tiredly slurred your words, draken glancing at you as he stopped at a light, a smile etching on his face.
“seems like you’re tired, let’s get takeout tonight and go to the movies with remi. you know, just like the old days. what do you say?” draken asked, only to be met with silence. he chuckled to himself as he decided to not bother you and let you sleep till you both got home. 
draken finished parking the car, calling your name a few times to try and wake you up, but you wouldn’t budge. 
“jeez, gonna make me carry your ass up those damn stairs.” he groaned while getting out of the car and opening the door to yours. 
“y/n-” he grew quiet, seeing your pale face made his blood run could. draken quickly bent down and put his ear on your heart, two fingers on your wrist. 
no beat, no pulse. 
“no, no⸻y/n, wake up! please, i need you to wake up!” draken cried, wrapping his arms around your cold and lifeless body to give you some of his warmth. 
but it was no use, you were already gone. 
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(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice.)
• Characters: Manjiro (Mikey) Sano, fem!Reader
• Genre: fluff
• Warnings: none
„Ask The Boss“
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Manjiro and you are a well known couple. Logical consequence of being in a relationship with the leader of the infamous Toman. No one dares to even bat an eye on you because messing with you means messing with The Unbeatable Mikey.
What they don’t know is that while Mikey may be Toman‘s boss you have quite a few things to say when it comes to your relationship.
You’re a rather dominant person and won’t let people mess you with you, not even your boyfriend. But that’s exactly what he loves about you the most.
Mikey and a few others sat together one day, talking about issues with another gang. The blonde boy chewed on a cookie while Draken, Takemichi, Chifuyu and Mitsuya discussed about whether to attack or to wait a little longer.
They glanced at Mikey from time to time, hoping they could read in his face what he preferred, but he seemed more interested in the pack of sweets in his hands.
„Mikey“, Takemichi decided to talk to him directly. „What do you think? Should we do something this week already?“
But Mikey just shrugged with his shoulders and mumbled „Ask the boss.“
A few of the boys laughed and Draken sighed and rolled his eyes. Takemichi on the other hand just looked confused. „But… You’re the boss?“
Now Draken started to laugh too and hit his bad so strongly that he started to cough. „You’d be surprised, Takemitchy.“
The timing was perfect. Just as Draken endet his sentence the door swung open and you stepped inside the room, an angry expression on your face. „Sano Manjiro!“, you yelled. The eyes of the others wandered from you back to Mikey who had a guilty grin in his face.
„His full name out of her mouth never means something good“, Chifuyu whispered in Takemichis ear.
„What did you do this time?“, Draken asked while he looked at Mikey who now hid the cookies behind his back.
You walked up to your boyfriend and looked at him with an expectant expression. „My cookies.“ Without any protest he returned the cookies to you.
„You know, you could just ask“, you scolded him while stuffing the package in your bag. „I’m sorry“, he mumbled while reaching out for your hand again. You let him intertwine his fingers with yours. „You better be. You can be a pain in the ass.“
Takemichi followed the whole scenario with a surprised expression while the others desperately tried to hold back their laughters.
„Is anything planned this week?“ Mikey quickly used the opportunity to ask. You shook your head no. „Why?“ „Gang shit“, he responded shortly.
„I have time.“ Mikey seemed like he wanted to say something, but quickly shut his mouth again, knowing arguing with you never works. You’re so stubborn, arguing with you is like arguing with a stone. You let Mikey’s hand go and waved. „I’m meeting up with Emma. See you later.“
Takemichi still looked beyond confused when you left the room again. He looked at the boys who didn’t seemed irritated at all. „That‘s (Y/n)“, Mitsuya explained. „Mikeys girlfriend.“
Now everything made sense. Kind of. „And she wants to fight? But she’s a girl.“
Mikey raised his eyebrows while he wiped the cookie crumbs on his pants. „You don’t want to underestimate her“, he clarifies before going back to discussing the plan, this time being an active part in the conversation.
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