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Hi koli i saw your request were open and was wondering if you could do a Tokyo revengers x reader (final timeline) where they have a baby and they say their first word with preferably: chifyuy, kazutora, baji, mikey, izana, rindou, shinichiro and any others you would like to include

۶ৎ. Babies First.

Tokyo Revenger Boys.

۶ৎ auth: ahhhh omg my first request in like so long, I’m actually so excited to work on this!!! Feel free to request any anime, show or movie, and any character!! :) I might make a taglist.

۶ৎ Summary: After so much back and forth to fix the future, you’ve finally settled down—and finally had a baby. The joys of parenthood only continue and your baby says their first words.

۶ৎ Characters Included: Chifuyu Matsuno, Kazutora Hanemiya, Baji Keisuke, Manjiro (Mikey) Sano, Izana Kurokawa, Rindou Haitani, Shinichiro Sano, Kokonoi Hajime, Ken Ryuguji.

۶ৎChifuyu Matsuno

It’s an ordinary evening, and Chifuyu sits with the baby on his lap, his calm, logical demeanor softened by the tiny bundle in his arms. His black undercut, neatly styled, contrasts with the gentle warmth that radiates from him as he softly coos at the little one, a sense of peace enveloping the moment. The baby’s big, curious eyes stare up at him, the faintest glimmer of recognition in their gaze.

You’re nearby, watching quietly from the kitchen, as usual, keeping a close eye on the small family gathering. The baby shifts slightly in Chifuyu’s arms, their little hands reaching out, exploring, unsure of the world but finding comfort in the familiar presence of their father.

Chifuyu looks at the baby, a tender smile creeping across his face. He’s normally so composed, always the steady one, but this… this softens him, makes him feel an unfamiliar kind of warmth. “Come on,” he murmurs softly, “say something for me.”

The baby babbles incoherently for a moment, small giggles escaping their lips as they grab hold of his finger, wrapping their tiny hand around it like it’s the most important thing in the world. Chifuyu chuckles, shaking his head softly. “You’re as stubborn as your mom,” he says under his breath, smiling at the thought of you.

Then, suddenly, the baby’s little voice breaks the silence. It’s not a full word, but there’s a clear attempt to speak. “Da-da!” the baby declares proudly, their voice high-pitched but full of delight. Chifuyu freezes for a moment, his face lighting up with surprise, a hint of pride showing in his usually calm features.

You, hearing the unexpected word, laugh softly from your spot, watching the exchange. Chifuyu’s usual composed self cracks for a brief moment as he stares down at the baby in awe. “Did… did you just say ‘Dada’?” he asks, though it’s clear he’s delighted.

The baby repeats it again, this time with even more enthusiasm, “Da-da!” Chifuyu shakes his head, a small laugh escaping his lips. “Guess I’ll take that as a victory.”

You walk over quietly, your heart swelling at the sight of Chifuyu, who’s always so composed, now with the smallest of smiles, cradling their child with complete adoration. The baby, seeing you, reaches out with their tiny arms, making a soft noise of recognition.

“Looks like you’ve got competition,” you tease, leaning against the doorframe, your voice light and playful.

Chifuyu’s face turns slightly red, his calm demeanor returning, though the smile still lingers. “It’s just a fluke,” he mutters, though it’s clear he’s overjoyed. The baby giggles again, the sound filling the room, and Chifuyu leans in, pressing a soft kiss to their forehead. “I can’t believe you said ‘Dada’ first,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of affection.

The baby, oblivious to the momentous occasion, just giggles again, content in the safety of their father’s arms. It’s a simple, tender moment, but to Chifuyu, it’s everything.

۶ৎKazutora Hanemiya

The air is still, heavy with the calm that comes with the evening as Kazutora sits on the couch, a small, fragile smile on his face as he looks down at the baby resting in his arms. His long, black hair, streaked with yellow, falls lazily over his shoulders, the strands a contrast to the tenderness with which he holds the child. There’s an unfamiliar peace in his expression, a quiet moment of solace after all the chaos that’s filled his life. His usually volatile demeanor seems distant as he looks at the little one, their soft breaths the only sound between them.

You’re just a few steps away, your presence like a gentle echo in the background, keeping watch as Kazutora carefully adjusts the baby in his arms, the kind of delicate handling that surprises even him. He’s never been one for softness, always pushing against the world with a hardness that left little room for gentleness—until now. He looks down, eyes tracing the baby’s tiny hands, the little fingers wrapped around his own with surprising strength.

The baby stirs, their wide eyes blinking up at him, and Kazutora’s breath catches slightly in his chest. For a moment, it’s as if everything else—the turmoil, the chaos, the memories—fades into the background, leaving only this quiet exchange between father and child.

Kazutora’s voice is soft, almost hesitant as he speaks to the baby, a far cry from the manic energy he once carried. “Hey, little one… can you say something for me?” he murmurs, his voice filled with a quiet kind of longing, though it’s not for the world outside—it’s for this fragile connection he never thought he would have.

The baby, in their own way, tries to respond, making gurgling noises that grow into more distinct sounds. Kazutora watches in silent anticipation, a rare, genuine smile creeping onto his face as the baby’s mouth moves again. It’s almost as if they’ve been waiting for the right moment to speak.

Then, with a bright, innocent giggle, the baby suddenly blurts out a word, though it’s not what Kazutora expected. “Dada!” they say, the sound coming out in a clear, high-pitched tone.

Kazutora freezes, his eyes wide in disbelief for a second. His heart lurches unexpectedly in his chest, and he looks down at the baby as though they’ve just given him the most precious gift. His expression softens, a deep and almost bittersweet tenderness settling in his gaze. “Dada…” he repeats under his breath, as though trying to wrap his mind around it. There’s a tremor in his voice, something raw and vulnerable that he doesn’t often let surface.

You can’t help but smile as you watch the moment unfold, the baby’s innocent giggle filling the room, unaware of the weight they’ve just placed on Kazutora’s heart. Kazutora’s fingers twitch slightly as he holds them closer, his past, his pain, his regret all swirling beneath the surface of this simple, unexpected moment.

The baby, sensing the comfort of Kazutora’s embrace, reaches up with their tiny hands, trying to grab at his face. Kazutora laughs softly, the sound foreign yet warm as he leans into the baby’s touch. “You’re gonna make me soft, huh?” he mutters, though there’s no bitterness in his words—only a quiet affection.

You step forward then, offering him a soft, knowing glance. Kazutora looks up, his eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, everything between the two of you seems to settle. There’s a flicker of something deeper in his gaze, something that says more than words ever could.

Kazutora’s voice breaks the silence, still low and almost tender. “I never thought I’d be here, y’know? This… this feels different.”

You smile gently, watching him with the baby in his arms, a sense of peace settling over you both. The moment is fleeting, but it’s a reminder—Kazutora, despite his past, is finding something he never thought he deserved.

۶ৎBaji Keisuke

The night is quiet, the soft hum of the streetlights casting a dim glow in the room where Baji sits, his wild, untamed jet-black hair falling to his shoulders in loose waves. His usual grin is absent for the moment, replaced by a look of calm as he watches the baby in his arms, who is squirming lightly, their little hands reaching up as if trying to make sense of the world around them. There’s an intensity in Baji’s eyes, but it’s not the usual fire of a fight—it’s something softer, something that only surfaces when he’s with his family.

You stand by the doorway, leaning against the frame, quietly watching the scene unfold. Baji, who is always full of energy, the type to jump into action at any given moment, seems almost frozen in this moment, the wild spark in his eyes replaced by a rare tenderness as he holds the baby close to his chest.

The baby gurgles softly, their small face scrunching in curiosity as they look up at him. Baji’s lips twitch into a small smile, but it’s different than his usual mischievous grin—it’s something warmer, more protective. “What’s going on in that head of yours, huh?” he murmurs, his voice low and warm, though a hint of his usual playful nature is still there.

The baby babbles in response, their little voice almost a melody as they stare at Baji with wide, innocent eyes. And then, as if on a whim, the baby utters a word. It’s clear and unambiguous, the word they’ve been practicing, but it’s not what Baji expected.

“Dada!” The word rings out, not perfectly clear, but undeniably present.

Baji’s eyes widen, and for a moment, his usual grin falters, replaced by something almost vulnerable. He looks down at the baby, his hand resting gently against their tiny back, and the slightest breath escapes him. His fingers twitch as if unsure how to react to the sudden surge of emotion he didn’t anticipate. His heart pounds, a rush of warmth flooding through him, and despite all his bravado, there’s a crack in the tough exterior.

You smile, stepping a little closer to them, your heart swelling at the sight. “Looks like you’ve got a little fan there,” you tease softly.

Baji’s grin slowly returns, though it’s softer now, not the usual wild energy that so often defines him, but something more intimate. He leans down, his sharp canine teeth flashing briefly as he chuckles under his breath, the sound light and full of affection. “Yeah, I guess so.” He says it with his usual swagger, but it’s evident that something about the moment has shifted. This isn’t a victory he expected, but it’s a victory that matters more than any battle.

The baby reaches up toward his face, their tiny fingers brushing against his cheek, and Baji’s heart skips a beat. He looks at you for a moment, a wordless exchange between the two of you, before he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead. “Good job,” he mutters, his voice soft but steady.

You can’t help but watch the moment unfold with a quiet admiration. Baji, the wild, adrenaline-fueled force of nature, has just experienced something that slows him down, something that pulls him out of the chaos of the world and into a simple, pure connection. The baby giggles, their tiny hands grasping for his hair, and Baji laughs too, the sound genuine and full of joy.

For a brief moment, the world outside seems distant, and all that matters is the little family in that room—the wild heart of Baji, softened and made whole in the presence of his child.

۶ৎManjiro (Mikey) Sano

Mikey sits in the quiet of the living room, the soft hum of the clock the only sound besides the gentle breath of the baby in his arms. His short, dark hair is parted neatly at the middle, the weight of the world outside this moment temporarily forgotten. The familiar carefree energy that Mikey is known for seems absent now, replaced by a tenderness he rarely shows. He’s holding the little one close, his hands steady and secure around them, the once-unshakable pillar of Toman now softened by something unexpected.

The baby stirs in his arms, their small face scrunching in confusion as they try to adjust to the world around them. Mikey watches them with a faint smile, though there’s something more complex behind his eyes. The carefree grin that usually defines him is replaced by a quiet focus, a vulnerability that he seldom allows others to see. His heart is heavy with thoughts of the past, of everything he’s lost, but in this moment, the baby offers him something pure, something he hasn’t had in a long time—peace.

The baby’s tiny hand reaches up, grasping for the fabric of his suit, their tiny fingers curling in and out as if trying to touch something they don’t fully understand yet. Mikey’s breath catches in his chest, his gaze softening. He can feel the warmth of their small body, the innocent trust they place in him without question, and for a moment, it feels like the weight of his own burdens lifts just slightly.

“Mama?” The baby says, the word coming out softly but unmistakably.

Mikey freezes. The sound is far from perfect, the baby’s voice still nasally and unsure, but it’s clear enough, and Mikey’s heart skips a beat. He blinks down at the child, his expression flickering between surprise and a strange tenderness, something unfamiliar and soft that he never expected to experience. His hand twitches, fingers tightening around the baby instinctively as if protecting them from the world outside.

You, standing nearby, catch his gaze, the understanding between the two of you unspoken. Mikey clears his throat, the faintest hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he glances at you, trying to regain some of his usual bravado. “Guess that’s not the word I was hoping for,” he says, his tone playful, though there’s a depth to it, a warmth he’s not used to showing.

The baby reaches up again, this time grasping Mikey’s finger, their touch delicate yet insistent. Mikey smiles softly, the usual coldness in his eyes replaced with something warmer, something that speaks to the weight of the love he’s learning to give. “It’s okay, little one,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “Maybe next time, huh?”

He presses a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead, his lips lingering just a little longer than necessary. The moment feels suspended in time, as if the world around him has faded and all that matters is this—the small, fragile life in his arms and the quiet peace they’ve brought him, in spite of everything he’s carried.

You step closer, watching the scene with a soft smile of your own. Mikey looks up at you then, his expression still soft, but now there’s a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. He may have once carried a darkness that threatened to consume him, but here, now, with his child in his arms, that darkness feels far away, as if for a brief moment, he can just be… Mikey. The Mikey who is a child at heart, who’s capable of tenderness and love even amidst the weight of his past.

With a soft chuckle, Mikey leans back slightly, his hand still holding the baby close as he looks at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “You heard that, right?” he asks, his voice teasing but there’s something vulnerable in it too. “They said ‘mama.’ Guess I’m off the hook for now.”

You laugh, the sound light and full of warmth. Mikey’s grin widens just a little, and though it’s not the wild grin of a fighter or leader, it’s something just as genuine—something that feels like a promise, a reassurance that even with all the darkness he’s faced, he’s finding light again. And maybe, just maybe, this little one is part of that light.

۶ৎIzana Kurokawa

Izana sits in the dimly lit room, the soft hum of a guitar string resonating in the air. His large purple eyes, usually cold and calculating, are softened by the warmth of the baby in his arms. His wavy hair falls gently around his face, the strands catching the light as he adjusts the baby’s tiny body against his chest, the faint scent of plants and the soft ripple of water from the fish tank nearby offering a peaceful backdrop to an otherwise chaotic life. He had never imagined this—holding a child, one so small, so fragile in his arms. His usual detachment feels muted, replaced by a strange sense of responsibility, a sensation he’s never quite allowed himself to experience before.

The baby stirs in his arms, eyes blinking open and gaze unfocused, their small hands reaching out in curiosity. Izana’s usual composure doesn’t waver, but the faintest trace of tenderness lingers in his gaze as he watches the child, something unfamiliar surfacing beneath the layers of bitterness and coldness he’s built over the years.

The baby makes a small noise, a soft whine, their lips twitching as they try to vocalize something. Izana tilts his head slightly, his eyes narrowing, waiting. His fingers gently caress the baby’s back, an instinctive gesture of care that surprises even him. In the silence of the room, a soft and tentative word escapes the baby’s lips. It’s not quite clear, but the intention is unmistakable.

“Dada.”

Izana freezes. His grip on the guitar tightens for a brief moment, his eyes blinking as he processes the sound, the word hanging in the air like a sudden, unexpected shift in his world. It’s simple—just one word—but for someone like Izana, who has spent most of his life surrounded by cold, violence, and manipulation, hearing such a soft and innocent utterance stirs something deep within him.

A flash of his past flashes through his mind—the loneliness, the bitterness that once consumed him. He had never felt a connection to anyone, certainly not like this. He had always been the one to push people away, to make himself unapproachable, but here, in this moment, the baby’s small hand wraps around his finger, their soft grip a reminder of something pure, something he had lost long ago—the ability to care without expecting anything in return.

He exhales slowly, his face betraying nothing but the faintest softness that only the baby could elicit from him. His hand gently lifts the child, their eyes still wide with curiosity, before he leans in close, pressing a soft kiss to their forehead.

“Dada, huh?” Izana murmurs, his voice quiet but not without a hint of amusement, the corners of his lips turning upward in a small, unexpected smile. It’s a rare sight, one that doesn’t appear often, but in the quiet presence of the baby, it feels more natural than anything he’s ever known. “Guess I’m not as bad as I thought,” he adds softly, almost to himself.

You, standing nearby, watch the scene unfold with a knowing smile. Izana doesn’t often allow anyone to witness such moments, but here, now, with the child in his arms, the pieces of his past—the anger, the bitterness—seem to fade into the background, if only for a moment. Izana looks up at you then, his eyes softer than usual, as if silently asking for your approval, for reassurance that he’s doing this right. That he’s not as lost as he often feels.

He doesn’t say anything more, but the warmth in his eyes speaks volumes. The man who once sought power, control, and dominance has now found something far more valuable—a sense of purpose, a bond he never thought he would have. As he looks down at the baby, his grip tightening slightly around them.

۶ৎRindou Haitani

Rindou sat on the floor of the living room, legs stretched out, his back against the couch, the afternoon sun casting long shadows through the windows. His pinkish-purple mullet, with its dark blue roots and tips, was damp from a shower, strands falling messily around his face. He had a lazy, almost indifferent expression as he stared at his phone, absently scrolling, but his free hand rested on the baby seated between his legs, offering a steady support as they clumsily played with a soft, squeaky toy.

The baby babbled, gnawing on the corner of the plush thing, drool soaking it thoroughly. Rindou, ever stoic, just watched, raising an eyebrow whenever the squeak got too loud. His black stud earrings caught the light, a stark contrast to the rough Bonten insignia tattoo inked boldly across his neck.

“You’re gonna drown in your own spit,” Rindou muttered, lifting the baby gently by their underarms, pulling them up into a wobbly stand on his thighs. The child stared back at him, wide-eyed, chubby cheeks flushed. Their little fists grabbed at his shirt, seeking balance, and for a moment, there was a quiet exchange—a softness that rarely found its way into Rindou’s life.

The baby blinked, their gaze fixed on Rindou’s face with intense concentration, like they were processing something far too big for their small brain. And then, out of nowhere, they let out a small, clear sound.

“Dada.”

Rindou froze.

The word was soft, tentative, but unmistakable. His blue-gray eyes snapped to the baby’s face, as though he wasn’t sure if he’d actually heard it. His normally stoic expression cracked, a rare flicker of surprise flashing across his sharp features.

“What…?”

The baby blinked again, almost as if testing the sound, and with a little more confidence, repeated it.

“Dada.”

This time, it wasn’t a fluke.

For a solid five seconds, Rindou just stared. The usual snarky, blasé attitude was nowhere to be found—his mouth slightly open, the baby still gripping his shirt tightly, unaware they’d just done something monumental.

A scoff broke the silence, but it was soft, almost disbelieving. “… No way.”

He tried to play it cool—but there was no hiding the way his lips twitched, threatening to pull into a smile.

“You’ve got shitty taste in first words,” he murmured, lifting the baby higher until their noses nearly touched. The baby, delighted with their new word, kicked their legs happily and repeated, “Dada,” with even more enthusiasm, like they knew they’d hit gold.

Rindou exhaled sharply through his nose, something warm and unfamiliar blooming in his chest. He glanced toward the hallway, as if making sure no one else was around to witness this moment of weakness.

“Yeah, yeah,” he whispered, giving in as he brushed his nose against the baby’s cheek, the smallest, almost imperceptible grin forming on his lips. “I hear you. I’m your ‘Dada,’ huh?”

The baby squealed, a high-pitched giggle, and Rindou couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that escaped him. He was used to fights, to blood and bruises, to commanding fear—but this? This was different. And for once, he didn’t mind losing. Not to them. Not to this.

۶ৎShinichiro Sano

It was a quiet afternoon at the Sano bike shop, the scent of oil and metal lingering in the warm air. The faint sound of a wrench clinking against the concrete floor echoed through the open garage, where Shinichiro Sano sat cross-legged, lazily working on a motorcycle engine. His unkempt black hair stuck out in random directions, and a cigarette hung loosely from his lips, the thin tendrils of smoke curling upward.

He wasn’t in any rush—never was, really. Dressed in his usual pearl-white shirt and light-washed jeans, a jacket lazily tied around his waist, he looked as effortlessly relaxed as ever. A silver chain peeked out from beneath his collar, catching the sunlight every now and then.

Nearby, his daughter sat on a thick blanket, surrounded by a mess of soft toys and teething rings. She was barely old enough to crawl properly, but that didn’t stop her from making every effort to squirm toward her father, her tiny hands grabbing at the air.

Shinichiro glanced over at her, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his thin lips. “You getting bored over there, sweetheart?” His voice was raspy, warm, and effortlessly gentle as he set the wrench down and wiped his hands on a nearby rag.

She responded with a string of baby babble, half-formed sounds that made no sense but filled the space with life. He watched her, enchanted by the simplest things—how her little fingers curled and uncurled, how her eyes, a perfect mirror of his own dull black ones, lit up every time he spoke.

“Hold on, hold on. I’m comin’.” Shinichiro stubbed out his cigarette on the edge of the ashtray, rising to his feet with a lazy stretch. He scooped her up effortlessly, holding her against his chest, her small hand immediately tangling itself in the fabric of his shirt.

“You smell like motor oil,” he murmured with a chuckle, kissing the top of her head despite the mess on his hands. “Not exactly the ideal dad scent, huh?”

As he swayed gently, rocking her out of instinct more than anything, the baby stared up at him, wide-eyed and thoughtful, her chubby cheeks flushed pink from the warmth of the afternoon. She blinked slowly, as though studying him, her tiny mouth opening and closing like she wanted to say something.

And then, soft as a whisper, it happened.

“…Da…da…”

Shinichiro froze.

The word was faint, breathy—so delicate he almost thought he’d imagined it. His heart skipped a beat, a strange, unfamiliar warmth surging through his chest.

“…What?” His voice came out quiet, almost disbelieving, as he pulled her back slightly to look at her properly. “What’d you just say?”

The baby blinked again, her expression pure and innocent, and as if sensing his awe, she tried again, this time stronger, more confident.

“Dada.”

Shinichiro felt something inside him break wide open.

He laughed—not his usual lazy, carefree laugh, but something softer, shakier. “You serious right now?”

Her tiny hand reached up, grabbing at the silver chain around his neck, and for once, Shinichiro felt completely helpless—in the best way possible.

“You’re not supposed to say that yet…” he whispered, though the grin on his face betrayed him completely. His thumb brushed gently over her round cheek, his eyes shining with a tenderness so deep it made his chest ache.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m your ‘Dada,’” he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers, closing his eyes as he breathed her in. “Lucky me.”

The bike shop, the tools, the cigarette smoke—none of it mattered in that moment. All he knew was the weight of his daughter in his arms, her tiny voice calling out to him, grounding him in a way nothing else ever had.

And for the first time in a long while, Shinichiro felt like he truly had everything he could ever want.

۶ৎKokonoi Hajime

The city skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kokonoi’s penthouse, casting long shadows over the sleek, minimalist living room. The distant hum of traffic blended with the soft jazz playing from the speaker, creating a calm, almost surreal atmosphere.

Koko sat cross-legged on the floor, dressed down in black sweatpants and a plain white shirt, his silver-white hair loose around his shoulders. He had a glass of whiskey beside him — untouched — as he watched their daughter with that same quiet intensity he reserved for high-stakes meetings… except this was different.

She was sitting in the middle of a plush play mat, surrounded by a chaotic scatter of toys, a stuffed bunny half-chewed, and a colorful book she had zero interest in. Her soft hair fell over her round cheeks, and she looked up at him with wide, thoughtful eyes — eyes that mirrored her mother’s so distinctly that Koko sometimes forgot how to breathe when she stared at him like that.

“Pretty, aren’t you?” he murmured, a faint smile touching the corner of his lips as he leaned back on his hands. “Got that from your mom… lucky kid.”

She babbled in response, smacking the bunny against the floor with impressive determination, her little brows furrowed as though she were solving some great mystery.

Koko’s gaze softened, a rare warmth breaking through his usual cool composure.

“You’re really giving that thing a hard time,” he remarked, watching her with a mix of amusement and fascination. “What did it ever do to you?”

She paused, blinking up at him, lips slightly parted, as though she was about to say something… but instead, she dropped the toy with a dramatic flair and crawled toward him, tiny hands smacking against the polished hardwood floor.

He sat up straighter, heart giving an odd little skip — not that he’d ever admit that.

“You comin’ over here?” he asked quietly, more to himself than her.

She reached him, pulling herself up with clumsy determination, her chubby fingers grabbing a fistful of his shirt as she balanced on unsteady legs. Koko’s hands hovered near her waist, ready to catch her if she wobbled too much.

And then, she looked up at him… and with a small, clear voice, said:

“Da…da.”

Koko blinked.

For a moment, he thought he’d imagined it. The word was soft, delicate, but unmistakable. His throat tightened, the glass of whiskey forgotten entirely.

“What… what did you say?” he asked, his voice lower now, almost a whisper.

She stared up at him with the same serious expression, as though this wasn’t a monumental moment — just another part of her day.

“Dada.”

The second time, it hit him harder.

A sharp inhale, and then — to his surprise — a soft laugh escaped him, the sound rough and disbelieving.

“You—” He ran a hand through his hair, as if trying to ground himself. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

She, of course, said nothing. Just continued to stare at him, her tiny hands gripping his shirt like she had no intention of letting go.

“First word, huh?” Koko said, his voice softer now, almost fragile. “And it’s me…”

Something in his chest ached — something he hadn’t felt in years. He thought of how, for so long, he’d believed everything important in his life slipped through his fingers, no matter how tightly he held on. But here she was… holding onto him.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” he whispered, brushing a gentle hand over her soft hair.

She leaned forward, her head resting against his chest in a way that made his heart squeeze painfully.

“I should tell your mom,” he murmured, though he made no move to get up. “She’s gonna want to hear this…”

But he didn’t. He just stayed there, holding her, listening to the quiet rhythm of her breathing, as though he was afraid to break the spell.

“Dada,” she mumbled again, sleepily this time, as if testing the word.

Koko closed his eyes for a long moment, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head, the faintest smile on his lips.

“Yeah…” he whispered. “I’m your Dada.”

And for once, there was nothing else he needed.

۶ৎKen Ryuguji

The rain tapped lightly against the windows, casting soft shadows across the small but cozy apartment. The scent of warm tea and baby powder lingered in the air, a comforting mix that made the place feel lived-in — loved.

Draken sat on the floor, back against the couch, his long legs stretched out, and their daughter nestled comfortably between them. His strong, calloused hands were gentle as he helped her balance, her tiny fingers grabbing at the hem of his patterned jacket with the determination of someone on a mission.

“Steady now, princess,” he murmured, his deep voice softer than usual, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched her.

She had her mother’s eyes — there was no denying it. That same soft, soulful gaze that could stop Draken in his tracks, no matter how tough he tried to act. The resemblance was almost eerie, especially when she stared up at him with that thoughtful, almost knowing expression, as if she could see right through him.

“You’re gonna be a heartbreaker, you know that?” he teased, running a hand over his buzzed undercut, the dragon tattoo on his temple stark against his skin. “Just like your mom…”

His daughter, of course, was unimpressed. She was too busy trying to pull herself up, grabbing at his jacket with clumsy determination, her chubby legs wobbling as she straightened herself.

Draken arched a brow, watching her with a mix of amusement and quiet pride. “Look at you… tough little thing,” he muttered. “Didn’t get that from her.”

She babbled something incoherent, rocking back and forth on her feet, her lips forming shapes that almost sounded like words.

“Yeah?” Draken chuckled, leaning in closer, his braid falling over his shoulder. “What are you tryin’ to tell me, huh?”

She paused then, swaying slightly before gripping his jacket tighter. For a split second, Draken thought she was about to fall — his hands twitched, ready to catch her — but she steadied herself, blinking up at him with wide, serious eyes.

And then…

“Da…da.”

Draken froze.

The word was soft, barely more than a whisper, but it hit him like a punch to the gut.

“What…?”

She said it again, clearer this time, her small voice filling the room in a way that made the air feel heavier.

“Dada.”

Draken stared at her, his heart pounding in a way he hadn’t felt since his gang days. His throat tightened, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure what to say — wasn’t sure if he could say anything at all.

“You…” He swallowed hard, his voice rougher now, a little hoarse. “You just—”

Before he could finish, she took an unsteady step forward and fell right into his chest, her tiny arms wrapping around him as best as they could.

“Dada,” she mumbled again, her voice muffled against his shirt.

And that… that broke him.

Draken closed his eyes, his large hand cradling the back of her head as he held her close, his thumb brushing over her soft hair. The warmth of her small body against his made his chest ache in a way he wasn’t prepared for — a deep, protective kind of love that scared him more than any fight ever had.

“Yeah…” he whispered after a long moment, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, his voice softer than it had ever been. “I’m your dad…”

He stayed like that for a while, holding her, feeling her small breaths against him. He didn’t call for her mom — not yet.

This moment was his. Just for now.

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sh1nch1r0 · 1 year ago

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Shinchiro x Reader

Part (2/2)

After u told him u were pregnant Shin immediately goes into Dad Mode,hes also very protective of you and watches every step that u do around the house….both of u can’t wait to meet ur baby

Tw:Child birth,Complications,Angst,Many Pregnancy and Medical Terms,Birth,Shinchiro beeing a Dad😭🥹

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U heard Shins car pulling into the driveway of ur home as u were sitting on the couch reading a Parenting Book that he had bought a couple of weeks ago.It was so sweet watching him go into Dad Mode,he not only buys parenting books,he also read that if u hold up the Belly of a pregnant person that it reliefs their back cause Babys can get heavy.He did that ever time u cooked or bushed ur teeth cause then he could feel ur tense and exhausted body relaxing against his own.

4 Months have passed since u told him and ur belly grew bigger and heavier by the day,u also had less energy and swollen feet that hurt and cramped a lot so on some days u could barely get up from ur shared bed or the Couch.And unfortunately today was one of these Days.

The Door unlocked and u heard Shins voice in the Hall shouting ur Name and that he was home.He expected u to run into his arms but as u didn’t he was concerned,he finished putting of his shoes and getting into his comfy house slippers.He then rushed into the Living Room where u were.

“Hey Honey how was work?” u asked and sat up a bit straighter,only to be met with not only back pain but also a cramp in your leg which made u hiss in pain.

“Is everything alright?” he asks concerned and sits at the end of the couch.

“My feet are killing me and my back to…” u whine and u lay ur head down on the arm rest.Beeing Pregnant was not easy you knew that but being that exhausted and in pain all the time was blowing ur expectations.

“Can i help i any way Love” your Husband asks and leans forward to put a hand on your Belly.

“No but thanks,i did not make dinner today or i couldn’t make any cause i am trapped on this couch” Shin could hear the disappointment in ur Voice,he knew that u thought it was ur duty to clean and cook and do house work cause he was Working his ass of to pay the bills.Never in a million years would he expect anything from you he lived alone before and hey he was still living and thriving he knew how to handle a household on his own.

“Honey i will make us dinner,and please dont feel guilty for not doing anything cause u are already doing so much for me”he says and presses a kiss against ur forehead.

“What am i doing for your right now?” u ask him cause the only thing u did today or since u were on maternity leave was getting dressed,making breakfast when u could and sitting around till ur pain was better and that was never ur were always in pain the last two months.

“U are growing a Human from scratch that is what ur doing Love,u don’t need to do anything around here i will do it okay.U should rest and relax”he says with a serious look on his face.

“But i am your wife i should help my husband out,i mean u pay for everything”you say and look at him with a sad and disappointed expression.

“U are my Wife.Not my mum.My mom cooked for me washed my clothes and stuff okay.And u are my Wife u are the love of my life for gods sake u should not feel forced to do stuff like that i can do it myself,if u want to do these things fine but never do it cause u should as a Wife” this man will be the death of u he was so understanding and sweet all the time that you would marry him again any day.

U gave him a thankful look and he was off to change before he cooked both of u dinner.

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U tought the Days were the worst part and that everything will be better at night u were so wrong.Not only did ur body hurt like shit ur Baby also kicked u every chance he or she got.It hurt but it was also a sign that there was a life growing inside of you but this life could also be a little bit gentle with the person that was living on the outside you tought.

And so u were awake at 3 in the Morning kicking the cover off of u cause u were too hot and the other moment to cold.And to not wake up Shin who had to get up earlier than he usually does cause Mikeys Racing Team needed new bikes and stuff u wandered off into the nursery.

It was painted in neutral colours cause u did not know the gender yet the crib was built and the Chainging table and a Rocking Chair.U smiled at the thought of Ur Husband brining home this Chair u had voiced to him that u wanted a rocking Chair in the Nursery to read Books to ur baby and he got u a beautiful one with a pattern that matches the colours.

In the next weeks both of u would find out the gender of the Baby both of u did bot care about the gender of the baby “at least our Baby is healthy and happy” Shin always said when u asked him if he wanted a Girl or a Boy.But u knew that Shinchiro wanted a Girl just like Draken and Emma.

Emma had told u that she thinks that its a Girl cause “girls steal away their mother beauty” .Which u could not believe cause Emma was Glowing her entire pregnancy and she gave birth to a Girl.But u lost ur glow the past few months which made u a bit self conscious and sad.But ur Sister in Law always reminded u that u were Beautiful and Perfect and that there was a Baby growing under ur heart and that ur Body was working overtime.She also said that the “Pregnancy Glow” faded away after the 4th Month and that some Women just not have it or they experience it at the end of their Journey.

“Just imagine Me ur Dad and you sitting here playing something with you or reading…” u whisper to ur belly and the baby kicked u as if it could understand you.

“I see you agree my little one..” u say and put a hand on your belly and u felt another kick.The kicks always reminded u of the Moment when ur Husband felt the first kick of ur child.

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The Evening was hot and it started to rain when u and ur lover sat down at the couch he was sitting behind u and held ur belly gently.The feeling of his body against urs was a familiar one and one that made ur soul feel at home.

U both just sat there in peace the only sound was ur synchrone Breathing and the Rain from outside.But then u felt a sudden kick it was a light one but u felt it.

« Did u feel that too » he whispers from behind you.

« Yes our baby kicked me »u whisper back.

« Wow….nature is truly a miracle hmm » he humms and kisses ur hairline.

« Thank you Love » he whispers after a bit of silence.

« For what » u ask.

« For giving me the Chance to be a father and have a family,i am so grateful for you i love u »he says and pulls u closer against his chest.

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This was one of the best moments in ur pregnancy so far,u smile to yourself and rub ur belly gently.

„Is the little one keeping u up?“ a deep and sleepy voice asked u and u turned around.

The darkness of ur home revealed ur lover who looked so done with life and sleepy.

„Yes she keeps kicking me“u say.

„She?…do you know something i dont know“he asks with his arms crossed.

„No but i think its a girl…..something in me says its a girl“u say and get closer to him.

„I mean i have nothing against that if its a boy i wouldn’t be disappointed the only thing that matters is that they are healthy“ he pulls u closer to him and kisses ur lips gently.

„Lets get u back to bed okay?“he says sleepily and u agree.

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Back in bed the kicking started again and u were awake another time.

„Hey my little one in there“ Shin whisper to your belly as he notices ur discomfort.

„Ur mom out here is trying her best to grow you, could you please let her sleep“ he continues,and to ur surprise the kicking stops.U moth to him „it works keep going“ and so he does.

„So when u are older one day,Daddy will take u for a ride on his bike and ohh…one day u will have a bike of ur own i have a good one in mind but u can of course choose one yourself love.“a kiss was pressed against ur belly and with Shinchiros voice and the relief ur body experienced now u fell asleep quickly.

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Those five months passed quickly,and things got better ur backpain was not that strong and ur feet were quiet normal.And to ur and Shins luck both of u found out that u are having a little baby girl.

As both of u found out Shin cried happy tears and u did too.And after that nothing could bring the smile from shins face his wife was having a little girl and he will be a girl dad soon.

Both of u decorated the Nursery in different shades of pink to make it look girly,and everything seemed perfect but that exact evening u noticed that ur Backpain was worsening and that u had several abodem pain……

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It was normal ur midwife had told u ur Body was prepping for Birth and u had something called Braxton Hicks which were false contractions that prepped ur body for the extreme pain of labour.But as the days go by ur false contractions seemed to get worse.They came in 1 to 2 hours and they were so painful that u either need to grab on the nearest thing for support or sit down.

„Love,i know its just these false contractions but please lets go to the gynaecologist and let him check if everythings okay“ ur Husband suggested as u were holding onto him for support as u breathed trough a contraction.

„Okay but he will tell u the same thing as the midwife“u tought.

But ur doctor told u that u were indeed in real labour and that u had to be rushed to the hospital.

It was a shock for both of u cause the baby then would be one and a half weeks early which was not good cause the babys development was not fully completed before the 40th week of pregnancy.

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The Sky was foggy and a Storm was building up outside of the Hospital windows.

U were placed in the maternity ward and the doctors did their best to delay the birth cause the risk of ur baby having complications or u having complications while birth were a bit too high to risk.

U felt like u were going insane in this room u hated hospitals,the smell and the vibe were uncomfortable to you.

But ur Room was a bit more colourful and it had a light that was not too bright and the light color was warmer but it still felt like a hospital.

U were placed on an IC with Tocolytics this medication could delay birth and it seemed to be working well.Cause ur abodem pain reduced a bit.And ur Baby girl she was still kicking u but u could not complain cause u were afraid if she did not she may be dead.It hurt but u at least had a sign that she was okay and alive.

And ur Husband he was glued to you he stayed at the hospital with you he was with u the whole two days u were now here,u begged him to go home to shower and get a bit of comfortable sleep but he refused.In the end both of u agreed that one night but only one night he will sleep at home but in that time Emma and Draken will stay with u for a bit so u agreed.

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As she saw you Emma was in tears u looked stressed and tired ur hair was greasy and a mess and the Robe they gave u was very uncomfortable.

So she proposed the idea that she will wash ur hair and help you get dressed while Draken was bringing theier Child to Mikey and his Girlfriend.

And after a proper hairwash and after u changed into leggins and a Shirt from ur Husband u felt a bit more human and a bit more like yourself.

Emma tried to get u away from ur worries.

„Her Birthday was really nice but her amazing aunt was missing“she told u about ur Nieces Birthday,that u sadly missed cause u were already a day in the hospital and u could not leave.

„I am so sorry Emma“ u whisper.

„Heyy no need to be sorry we are talking about ur Babys and ur Life and Health here she will always be your niece and you will always be her aunt“she coos and lays her hand over yours.

„Shin visited us in the late afternoon,he told us about u and that he needed to go back to you before you wake up.“ she tells u.

„He really Loves u dear,i have never seen my half brother so happy“ her smile was soft and her hand was now holding yours.

„Emma i am scared shitless“ u confess and Emma gave u a small laugh.

„No need to be,u will get trough this and ur baby will too you know why?“ u chook ur head in response.

„Cause u are her mother and u are a strong woman“ she answeres you and u give her a exhausted smile.

And with that u drift of into a well needed slumber.

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Ur Baby was not breathing as they handed her over to you.Her face was pale and her Body lacked any kind of heat,ur world crashed in that moment.U screamed out of pain,pain cause u lost the one thing u loved as much as ur Husband.It was all too much for ur body and everything around u went dark.

A Hand was placed on your Arm and two familiar eyes looked into yours.

„Are you okay Love“ ur Husband asks as u wake up from ur Nightmare.It was a Nightmare was it if not u would loose ur mind.

„Am i still pregnant,is she still alive….Shin tell me“ u say as u panicked.

„Hey…u had a bad dream yes,and u are still pregnant and our baby is doing well“ he assures you and he shifts from his Chair at ur bedside to the mattress u were laying on.He took ur hand in his and pressed a kiss to every finger of ur Hand.

„We will get trough this baby“he says in a calm tone.And leans against ur frame,u craved his presence so much right now u just wanted him closer to you to just hold you close and kiss u.But the IV made that Impossible.

„Shin please hold me“u say and u were close to tear,u shifted a bit to the right for him to lay beside you.And like that u drifted off into a peaceful slumber.While he was beside you.

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The Birth was now only two days away from ur calculated day and the risk was lower that something happens to you and the baby so they got u off of the medication and now u needed to wait.Till u were ready to finally give birth.And as the Doctors finally confirmed that it was time u were a bit relieved that ur pregnancy will be over and also a bit sad.

The Birth was going without any complications and Shin was there every second he held ur hand and u almost broke it by squeezing it so hard,and even if u did he couldn’t care less.Shin knew that labour was painful and exhausting and he tought he could handle it well.But hearing u scream for ur life did things to his heart that almost broke it into pieces.But as u pushed a final Time and u heard a loud cry.Both of u we’re relieved she was here ur Baby Girl was finally here.U looked up at Shin and you could see the tears in his eyes.

Ur newborn was placed on your bare chest moments after,she was perfect she has black hair like Shin and beautiful eyes like you she was the perfect mix of both of u.

« I am so proud of u,i am so proud of u of both of u,had to go tough so much »Shin says in a quiet tone to not upset the newborn who was slowly drifting into sleep.He strokes over her head gently and kisses the top of urs.

« Shes perfect Shin » u say exhausted.

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Both of u were glad to be home after such nerv wrecking Days.

And Shin was the best dad ever,he fed the baby when you couldn’t,he changed her diapers,rocked and read her to sleep and what u found the cutest were the talks he had with her before bed.

U were fresh out of the Shower when u got down and u saw ur husband standing in ur living room the front to ceiling windows open so the coolness of the rain could go into your too warm home.He stood there and rocked her too sleep.

“Daddy will always protect u,and ur daddy will always be there when u need him and so will ur mommy”he coos to her and gives her a kiss on the forehead.

“And when ur older u can play with ur Cousins,they are very exited too meet u next week”he continues to whisper to the sleeping newborn in his toned arms.

“U have a very loving Family and they all love u very much but ur Mom and i love u way more than them”and with that he notices u standing behind him.U get closer to him and lean ur head against his shoulder and look down at the Human both of u made out of love for each other.

“Thank you” he says quietly and u lean up to kiss him.The sound of the rain calmed all of u down which was all needed.Ur Future was bright with a Family like that and u could not wait for more moments like this to come.

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Thank your for reading this fic.And i think my Browser now thinks i am pregnant 😀😭

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nosebleedsturn · 16 days ago

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Reminder for my ladies:

Wear your sexy two piece lingerie to bed just to wake up alone. Be loud and proud in public. Wear your makeup to bed. Carry hard grandma candies in your purse. Learn to walk in heels. Buy the diamond necklace you’re never gonna wear. Sing the wrong lyrics out of key. Do a new hairstyle every other day. Bedazzle, glitter, sequin everything you own. Use your stickers. Read a book. Buy the fucking coffee or matcha or tea! Buy the Sonny’s angels, buy the labubu! Stare out windows and cry like you’re in a music video. Admire other women and support their wins. Put bows on everything. Listen to Taylor swift. KISS boys and kiss girls and everyone in between. Eat that bag of chips. Take that trip. Bring a camera everywhere. Wear slutty mini skirts or wear the milk maid dresses bc who ACTUALLY GIVES A FUCK?

Be so happy in your own skin it makes other people happy.

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redroses07 · 10 months ago

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Last night I had a dream that Gerard Way was my therapist, and he told me that mcr5 was being released soon. Reputable source?

#my chemical romance #mcr #mcr5 #gerard way #ray toro #frank iero #mikey way #gerard way x reader #emo #emo music #emo aesthetic #2000s emo #three cheers for sweet revenge #the black parade #welcome to the black parade #danger days #i brought you my bullets you brought me your love #danger days the true lives of the fabulous killjoys

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torasplanet · 2 years ago

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❝𝙄 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎 𝙈𝙔 𝘾𝙊𝘾𝙊𝘼 𝘽𝙐𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙀𝙎.ᐟ❞

M. SANO + BLACK!F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; mikey kisses his cocoa butter kisses after a rough break up so he pays you a visit to beg on his knees for forgiveness but he ends up on his knees for another purpose;)

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; pathetic!mikey, apology sex, couch sex, oral (fem receiving), reader smells like cocoa butter, 80% plot 20% smut, unprotected sex, p in v, final timeline/racer!mikey, petnames(angel,baby, pretty, etc), mikey's jealousy problem, flirt rindou mentioned, praise, reader standing on business(not for long), this kinda ass, make-up sex, lovers to exes to lovers, angsty kinda i think, skin-color briefly mentioned

“Don’t talk to me again!”

Those were the last words you said to Mikey before kicking him out of your apartment and blocking him on everything. Hell, you even blocked him on Roblox and those words were all he was thinking about for the past three weeks, night and day.

This entire breakup was fucking with him in ways he didn’t think it could, he never thought about what would happen if you two broke up because the idea of you two splitting up was just utterly ridiculous to him but it wasn’t so ridiculous now that it had actually happened.

And it wasn't ridiculous how bad it got to him. He wasn’t showering regularly, and he was barely brushing his teeth which draken and everyone complained about because he had started smoking more often too which gave him the most unpleasant breath.

Though that wasn't the worst...Mikey had only been in one race since the break-up and lost, he crashed but luckily there was nothing but a couple of scratches on him but he was still crying, he crashed because he was thinking about you and how much he missed you. That was the moment he realized how depressed he got after you kicked him out and how much he truly missed you. Draken was the ears and eyes that heard and experienced it all, he saw how sad Mikey was and heard him complain about how he didn’t want to get up, how he didn’t want to practice, and how he just wanted to sleep. He was worried for his friend and wanted you two to get back together but the problem was, Mikey didn’t want to make an effort.

Anytime draken, baji, or literally anyone else told Mikey that he should go to you and try and convince you to get back with him, Mikey would decline. He looked like shit, smelled like shit, and probably would break down crying the moment he got to your apartment door and he knew you. You weren’t going to take him back, not after he started a huge and unnecessary argument over you hanging out with rindou at a coffee shop. You meant what you said and sure there was the slightest chance that you would take him back but…he didn’t see why you would. I mean, you really seemed like you hated him, you were talking and texting everyone but him, and you were still hanging out with everyone but when he was invited, you weren’t there. The only reason he found this out was because he heard chifuyu talking about when you, him, and Senju went to get the newest volume of your favorite manga. The volume he said he was going to buy you. And if you thought he was upset after the breakup, you should’ve seen him after he heard that.

He was in his room scrolling tiredly on Instagram but he wasn’t paying attention to anything he saw, he was too busy thinking about you and how much he missed you and seeing your pictures pop up on his feed. Mikey missed your warmth, he missed the cocoa butter smell of your body and your apartment, he missed your smile, he missed your laugh—fuck he even missed when you would accidentally hit him in his dick when you two were play-fighting. He missed the blowjobs you would give him as an apology for it too. God, he was about to cry again.

Mikey blinked away the tears as he let out a sigh but his head quickly snapped up as his door swung open slamming against the wall, he sat up running a hand through his messy unbrushed hair as he looked at four men at his doorframe “Jesus it smells like fucking ass in here.” Baji commented with his nose turning up at the strong smell of cigarettes coming from the room.

“Yeah normally it smells like sex.” Chifuyu added with a smirk forming on his face but it quickly dropped at Takemichi elbowing him in his side silently telling him to shut up “What do you want?” Mikey asked rudely while glaring at them “We’re having an intervention for you.” Takemichi answered with a nervous smile on his face and Mikey cocked an eyebrow at his friend’s words while Baji snickered at how seriously Takemichi was taking this.

“Yeah so get up, we brought snacks,” Draken said holding up a plastic bag full of dorayaki and taiyaki, he knew Mikey would just lock himself in his room until they left if none of them brought snacks or at least something that he wanted “How the hell did you guys even get in here?” Mikey asked with a sigh escaping his throat as his features softened giving into their wants, he threw his legs over the bed making Chifuyu let out a hiss at how pale they were from their usual tone, he really hadn’t been outside or probably seen sunlight in a while.

Baji shrugged his shoulder “I stole your spare a while back, you never noticed.” The long-haired male said with an evil grin on his face, Mikey groaned as he stood to his feet, he couldn’t even say he was surprised but even if he was, he couldn’t find the strength in himself to care at all.

The Sano man walked past all of them snatching the bag from draken in the process. “You smell like shit man, when was your last shower?”

“Chifuyu!”

“What? It’s true!”

Mikey rolled his eyes at their bickering while he walked to the living room plopping down on the couch “Probably like four days ago, maybe five.” The black-eyed adult said carelessly shrugging his shoulders while he dug into the bag pulling out one of the many taiyaki.

“Yeah, we really need to have a talk,” Draken said as they all sat around Mikey at fair distance from him, takemichi looked around the living room seeing many cigarette buts discarded on the table and burn marks on the dark wood “You need to get back with [y/n] right now or find some new girl,” Baji said as he watched as Mikey munched on the pastry like he hadn’t eaten in years and it wasn’t years but it had been probably a day or two, he didn’t have the energy to get up and actually make something and all the instant ramen and hot pockets were already eaten.

“I told you m’ fine,” Mikey said with a full mouth making Chifuyu cringe at the sight of chewed up food in his friend’s mouth.

Draken pinched the bridge of his nose tired of his best friend “Like we actually believe that.” He didn’t believe that Mikey was actually trying to sell this bullshit to him as if he hadn’t seen his downfall before and after the breakup in real time “You still can’t force me.” Mikey said shrugging his shoulders once again, he had sensed that his friends didn’t believe them and he didn’t blame them because the evidence of their statement was right in front of them, this entire apartment and himself were proof of his depression but they couldn’t force him to talk to you, they hadn’t managed to do that yet and they still weren’t “We can’t force you but we sure can force [y/n].” Chifuyu said with his mischievous smile returning to his face as he leaned back against the couch.

Mikey’s eyes darted to the green-eyed man confused and pondering what he meant by that, no. They wouldn’t. They wouldn’t dare bring you over here to the smelly and mess of what his apartment was. He decided to stay silent as he narrowed his eyes at his other friend before glancing at Draken “We’re not doing this because we care about you, we’re doing this because we’re tired of you smelling like shit and being depressed.” Baji said and Takemichi looked at him with a slightly shocked face “Wait I am, I’m doing it because I care.” He added raising his hand a bit earning a glare from the long-haired male.

They really were forcing him to talk to her. What a bunch of fake ass friends, they knew he didn’t want to talk to her because of how pathetic he knew he would look but the more he thought about it and looked at them, they were kind of right…he did smell like shit, he looked like shit and he was pathetic and it was all because you weren’t in his life. If he wanted to stop being so pathetic so he’d be able to go and talk to you, he’d have to talk to you in the mindset he was in now.

“Whatever.” Mikey agreed rolling his eyes as he continued to eat, he didn’t want to do it. Not at all but he missed you, he missed the way you two were and he missed his old self and the only way to get all of that back was to get you back “I don’t know why you were acting like that was so hard.” Draken said crossing his arms across his chest as a smile formed on his lips happy that Mikey had finally agreed to do it because it was the best for him right now.

“Yeah, you can get her back. Just shower first, that should be step one.” Takemichi said supportively with a large grin on his face and the rest of the men nodded in agreement at the shower part making Mikey groan aloud.

He was just glad they didn’t bring Emma because she would’ve definitely resorted to violence and forced him to get in the shower and go to your house that very second. He wondered if the guys had talked to you about this, probably asking you if you could unblock him or at least talk to him but he decided not to think about it because if they did, that’d probably make him even more depressed. After all, they had to go back to him and try to convince him once again and somehow successfully convinced him.

Mikey hoped that you weren’t as depressed as he was, you were crying during the entire argument and were sobbing by the time he left, and he was worried about you. He’d rather you be heartless and not give a damn about the breakup than know you were crying yourself to sleep about him. He didn’t blame you for the break-up, not at all, he blamed himself because if he had never gotten jealous over some stupid shit like that then you guys wouldn’t have argued and you wouldn’t have broken up with him so you had every right to cry over it even if you were the one that ended it. You deserved the biggest apology from him and he was going to give it to you.

Mikey thought you deserved the world actually and he was also willing to give you that. Anything you wanted, he gave it to you no matter how pricey it was. Oh, you’re upset? He’s on his way with all of your favorite things and some head to make you feel better. It was funny actually, he was willing to give you the entire world, and yet he was practicing how to apologize to you for being an ass without crying.

He stood at your apartment door staring at the brown wooden door while contemplating if he should really be here or not, mikey had taken a shower, and brushed his teeth after what, three weeks? He even put a little cologne on to cover up the fact that his clothes reeked with the smell of nicotine and smoke, he wore a plain black hoodie that his cigarette burns littered on it and shorts, they were the ones that smelled less disgusting than the others from chifuyu and takemichi’s judgment but…would it be good enough for you? Would you not smell it with the amount of cologne he put on even with how little they stunk? It was one of the many questions that were wandering throughout his head as he continued to stand there.

Mikey released a small breath deciding to do it, he was already here, showered, brushed his teeth, and felt a bit better about himself after all of that so what’s the worst that could happen? You might slam the door in his face as soon as you see him but it's fine! Totally fine…

His hand rose to knock on the door lightly but hard enough so you could hear it if you were in your room, he knew how sometimes you couldn’t hear knocks on the door if you were that far away. It felt like his heart was a bomb and every fast beat was the seconds counting down until he exploded and it felt like there were only three seconds left but then the door opened slightly revealing his lord and savior, you peeking through the small crack of the door. You were in your pajamas and had your bonnet on, figures, it was nine o’clock at night.

You were surprised to see him and stared at him while you leaned against the wall “What do you want?” You asked lowly glancing away from him before making eye contact once again, you weren’t going to slam the door in his face or tell him to get out or any of that stuff. You wanted to hear him out or at least see what he wanted “I’m sorry [y/n].” Mikey practically whispered as he looked at you with dismay in the dark pools that were his eyes, you’ve never seen that much sadness in Mikey’s eyes before. As many times as you made eye contact with him and found yourself lost in his void-like eyes, he never looked this depressed, not when Emma and draken got married, not when he lost one of his races, never. He truly looked sorry like he regretted everything that had happened up to this point.

One of your manicured hands went to the doorframe instead of the doorknob and you held onto it as you widened the door a bit poking your face out more “Mikey…” “I really am, I swear. I regret everything I did and everything I said.” You weren’t even able to get more than his name out before he planted his hand on the door pushing it open a bit wider, you remembered that night. All the things he accused you of doing with rindou, all the things he called you and you especially remembered when you had to force him out of the door and throw his shit out a few minutes after because he wouldn’t get off the doorknob jangling it and telling you to let him back in.

“Are you really?” You asked as you opened the door completely allowing him to see inside the apartment, the apartment he so desperately craved to be in every moment of the day since he left it.

The smell of cocoa butter flooded his nostrils as he took in the sight of the dimly lit living room before his eyes went back to you and your cute pajamas “I am baby, I’m so fucking sorry.” The black-haired male said grabbing your hands and cupping them in between both of his freezing cold hands, he walked closer to you as you backed up letting him completely inside the apartment and the door slammed shut behind him soon after. You looked at him sympathetically as you saw tears develop in his eyes glazing them over, you didn’t want to forgive him. You really didn’t.

Senju told you not to and that he didn’t deserve you. She told you that his jealousy issues were a problem and don’t even get me started on what she said when you told her that he accused you of fucking rindou. But…you knew Mikey better than she did and you knew how much he cared about his family and friends and you.

He wouldn’t stay with you for years if he didn’t. All of the nights you two spent together weren’t just for nothing. You remembered all the times you two stayed up late together because you couldn’t sleep and he didn’t want you to be alone even if he had a very important race in the morning, he’d always insist that you came first and he wasn’t going to sleep until you were asleep.

The times he loved you and the times he showed it outweighed the times he acted like he didn’t and it was the reason you wanted to hear him out in the first place. “You’re my everything, my world. I don’t know what I was thinking yelling at you like that but I regret it, I don’t want to have to live without you.” The Sano male continued allowing his tears to fall, they didn’t look like fake tears, it didn’t look like he was just trying to guilt trip you, they looked real and the wavering in his voice along with the voice cracks added to that. In all honesty, you didn’t want to live without him either.

You’ve never imagined yourself in any universe without him, every time you thought ahead in the future, he was always there right by your side and when you made him leave. Everything felt…wrong. The silence and emptiness of your apartment made you sick, walking around your house and failing to see Mikey's flip-flops discarded by the front door or somewhere in your room felt weird because they were always somewhere but now they weren’t. His words were enough to make you start crying and hug him tightly but you didn’t and continued to stare at him with sympathy in your eyes and a bit of lust, it was a bit sadistic how you managed to find him attractive even when he was in such a pathetic state “Prove it.” Mikey’s eyes widened slightly at this.

“Of course baby, you want me to buy you a new bag or somethin’?” The black-haired male offered as a small smile appeared on his face, he didn’t care if you asked him to buy you a yacht, he’d get it for you even if he ended up in horrible debt. You shook your head as you walked backward toward the living room with him following you, your hands still in between both of his. You sit on the couch and he stands in front of you before lowering himself to his knees looking up at you for a command or a request. He'd do anything that you wanted as long as it meant he could have you.

“I want you.” The words were quiet as you slipped your hands away from his before resting on the soft plush fabric of the couch.

Mikey’s hands rested on your thighs as he continued to look up at you, he was going to give you an apology and whatever else you wanted, and apparently, sex is the apology you wanted. He wasn’t against it, make up sex was his favorite sex with you but he wondered how different this would be because it wasn’t make up sex after an argument, this was an attempt at forgiveness from you.

He didn’t say anything and just reached for the hem of your pajama pants before gently pulling them down to your ankles then off completely tossing them somewhere on the floor “Missed you too y’know.” You said as you watched Mikey hoist your legs up on his shoulders “She missed me more I think.” He responded getting closer to your crotch before pressing a soft kiss on your clothed cunt smiling at the wet spot there.

He knew you were a freak but he didn’t know you were that much of a freak that you would get wet at his tears “Didn’t miss you more than I did.” Mikey was glad that you missed him too, probably not as much as he missed you but you still missed him and it meant something. It meant the chance of you taking him back was almost an indefinite yes regardless if he gave you head or not but he still wanted to.

It’d seal the deal even more and, he gets to taste you after weeks of not getting anything. “Missed this so much baby, you don’t even know,” Mikey admitted as he pulled down your panties tossing them away with your pants, he took in the even stronger smell of cocoa butter and the nice brown shade of your thighs and then he looked up at you with dried tears on his face seeing the teariness in yours and how you sniffled trying not to cry “My baby.” He mutters reaching out one of his hands to hold onto yours before he slowly lowered his face into your cunt wasting no time to get to licking and sucking almost biting with how fast he was going, you really didn’t know how much he missed you, and your pretty pussy but now you did.

Soft moans slipped from your lips as Mikey's free hand roamed up and down your thigh soothingly like he wasn’t absolutely devouring you right now “M…Manjiro…” You moaned out lightly as you leaned back against the couch throwing your head back.

Fuck how much he loved when you used his actual name. His jeans were tight and he felt a wet spot in his boxers from the amount of pre-cum that was leaking from his tip, he might of even cum in his pants and didn't know it. It almost hurt from the neglect but that didn’t matter, he didn’t matter, only you mattered.

Your hand sprinted to his head tangling your fingers in his thick black hair that had been brushed for the first time in probably two weeks just for you to run your fingers through it and mess it all up. You noticed from the start of your relationship that Mikey always made sure he was looking the best for you, you’d walk into the room and he’d straighten his back and fix whatever annoyed or upset facial expression he had to smile at you so you didn’t think it was because of you. Emma always told you how he never cared about how he looked when going out until you popped up and he made sure he was looking the best. He had to for his best girl even if you weren’t really his girl right now.

“Fuck, you have no idea how much you mean to me.” The dark-eyed adult muttered sending vibrations up your spine, your back arched as your grip on his hand tightened. Your pretty moans were enough to make him cum in his pants right there like a little virgin getting head for the first time but he didn’t, he wanted to cum when he was inside you. When he was the closest to you when you two were practically like one person, where you couldn’t leave him.

You hummed in pleasure “You’re t-the–ughhh! T-the one who doesn’t know! I love–fuck–you more than anyone ‘jiroooo.” You whined out as if you were losing your mind. It was the truth, you loved him more than anyone and it hurt you so badly when he accused you of being unfaithful to him with rindou because you’d never and the fact that he couldn’t see how upset you were during the argument made you even more upset and made you do what you did.

Mikey didn’t respond and kept eating you out as your thighs squeezed his head.

Mikey felt his cock get even harder as the tip rubbed against the silk fabric of his boxers, fuck he was going to cum. Mikey shut his eyes tightly as he moaned into your pussy his fingers digging into the soft brown flesh of your thighs.

He blinked up at you once again feeling himself cumming in his pants. The sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your mouth open letting out soft whimpers and breaths was probably enough to make him cum again. “Fuck.” Mikey whispered before raising his head from your cunt and replacing his tongue with two of his fingers, it didn’t take him long to start pumping them while continuing to give your clit attention with his thumb painting little circles on your bundle of nerves.

He leaned up your legs till on his shoulders giving him more access to finger you deeper almost hitting your cervix and pressed his lips to your soft ones that was trying to stop spilling moans so you could kiss your ex boyfriend.

Mikey was moaning simply at the kiss with his cock twitching once more in his pants while you two started to softly make out while you continued moaning into his mouth. He missed this so much, not just kissing while having sex but kissing in general.

Kissing you was the few times he was able to relax and be vulnerable melting into the kiss and whatever position both of you were in. He loved it and he loved breaking it to see your face after and how in love you looked when staring at him with that silly smile on your face. Mikey wondered if you were going to look at him like that this time, with such eyes filled with desire and care.

He broke the kiss his eyes fluttering open to see you looking at him with your narrowed eyes full of tears and some running down your fucked out face and whines escaping your throat, he wasn’t sure if it was because you wanted another kiss or because of the fingering but all he could focus on was your eyes widening to look at him better with endearment and delight pooling in your irises along with the tears.

A smile found its way on Mikey’s face, he got closer to you kissing away the tears that were rolling down the apples of your cheeks, your face smelled even sweeter than your thighs.

“Don’t cry pretty baby.” He muttered as he continued to kiss the little drops away, the saltiness of your tears resting on his lips and a bit falling onto his tongue. All this did was make you cry more, you were practically full-on sobbing right now, you missed him so much and this was the first time you were seeing him in a while. All you've wanted to do in these past days was just jump into his arms and cry apologizing profusely.

That combined with all the affection he was showing you right now was making you barely able to breathe with the tears and moans you were choking on.

You took your free hand and gripped his jaw before kissing him sloppily again nearly making your teeth knock into his, this kiss was harsher and sloppier than the first because you both craved more of each other. Having to be deprived of all the kisses, the cuddles, and the sex made you incredibly horny and lustful and now that you’ve got it, you weren’t settling for just one soft kiss but it didn’t really last long.

You broke the kiss with your mouth widening because you felt yourself coming undone on his fingersband of course, Mikey saw this coming “My angel's cumming?” He muttered tucking his face into the crook of your neck and planting small kisses at the base of your neck “Mhm! Y-yeah, yeah!” You yelped eagerly bucking your hips into his palm as he smiled into your neck “Go ahead, angel.” With those words, the bubble in your stomach popped and you squirted all over his hand and wrist with a yell escaping your throat, Mikey’s eyes widened at the mess you made on him as he pulled his fingers out getting a whine from your throat.

His fingers were damn near dripping with your cum and he smiled at the sight, he stuck out his tongue and put his fingers on them his tastebuds being overcome with your taste that he had gotten so used to over the year's that it was like drinking water to him.

“Guess my pretty baby really missed me.” He said looking back at you and continuing that kiss once again making you taste yourself.

Your hands clasped the sides of his face as you deepened the kiss before you rotated the two of you so that you lay back on the couch with him on top of you, Mikey began to fumble with the hem of his shorts while kicking his flip flops off on the floor “You good with this pretty?” He whispered in between breaths through the kiss while he slid his shorts and boxers off, you eagerly nodded not opening your eyes or wanting to break the kiss anymore. Mikey had already cum once but he was rock hard again and was ready for another round with you "Say it. I want you to say it." Mikey whispered again breaking the kiss and staring down at you.

You stared back at him your eyes still glossy with tears "I want you to fuck me, Manjiro." You said earning a grin from Mikey, he pressed a kiss to your cheek right under your eye.

“I missed you, baby, missed how good you smell.” Mikey repeated as his hands went to your knees, he spread your legs to give himself access as he broke the kiss sitting up straight on his knees.

You smiled at the compliment as you placed your hands on the sides of his face again while he aligned himself with your cunt.

Mikey loved to compliment you. It was like he complimented you for his own happiness because it was every moment of every day when you two were together that he was worshipping and praising you and even when coming here to apologize, on his knees to beg for forgiveness, he was still complimenting you but maybe that was because he was on his knees for an entirely different reason a few minutes ago.

You grunted as he pushed himself inside “I..ugnh…love you so much.” He muttered putting his face on your neck while you wrapped your arms around his neck “Love you too…y’know I’d never cheat on you right?” You muttered as he slowly began to move, he raised his head from your neck to look at you with hurt in his eyes “Of course, I trust you…I don’t know why I got so mad and said that…” Mikey started trying his hardest not to moan while you did not attempt to hide your own while you continued to look up at him “Then…w…why did–mhmmm! Y-you get s’ mad…?” The words came out as moans and whines while you held onto the back of his neck blinking for long periods because of the pleasure.

“I don’t know angel…I just, fuck. I know h-how he is a…ha! And it just got to me…” Mikey answered, you knew what he meant. You knew rindou too and you knew how he was with women, sure, ran was even worse than him being a player who somehow was still lazy and whatnot but rindou was still a flirt and Mikey didn’t like that.

He still shouldn’t have taken that out on you though “M’ sorry, so fuckin’ sorry.” The Sano male panted as he rocked back and forth his hands placed by your head to hold himself up “S’ okay, I for-forgive you…” You managed to moan out surprised at the words coming out clearly, Mikey didn’t respond and just quickened his pace making you throw your head back against the cushions stretching your neck while your back arched high in the air.

Your arms fell limb onto the couch above your head as you squeezed your eyes shut tight with every hit to your cervix, your bonnet now long gone somewhere either on the floor or on the couch, you didn’t care, you weren’t going to sleep right now anyway not with Mikey stretching out your walls and his moaning and groaning in your ear about how sorry he was and how beautiful you are in this state.

Mikey’s hand went to your button-up pajama shirt and began to unbutton it quickly by tearing it open and popping off a few buttons which you whined about as you looked at your shirt that was now open revealing your bra which Mikey had snuck his hand under groping your chest.

“I’ll buy you another shirt, fuck. I’ll buy you a whole damn new set if that's what you want!” Mikey said moaning at the end of his sentence with his voice getting higher as he closed his eyes with strands of his black hair sticking to his forehead.

Your back arched once more and you bucked your hips up feeling yourself cumming once more due to the Sano male “G-god!” You stammered your hands coming down to your sides and gripping the fabric of the cushions while Mikey squeezed on your tit, you tightened around him cumming once again but he didn’t.

Your walls fluttered around him as your eyes rolled to the back of your head feeling Mikey's nonstop thrusts his tip hitting that spongy spot over and over. "A-Ah!" You moaned.

He moaned at the feeling of you cumming but kept going but it only took a few thrusts for him to burst “Fuck! I love you!” He shouted with his hands flying to your hips pushing them down onto the couch as he coated your walls white with his seed, he stared down at you for a second or two before allowing himself to fall onto your chest with one last curse falling from his lips as you breathed heavily.

Mikey let out deep breaths as he turned his head up to look at you “Take me back?” He asked lowly still regaining his breath and you made eye contact with him before a smile formed on your face “Of course.”

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chososlittlecrybaby · 1 year ago

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MIKEY( MANJIRO SANO ) as your boyfriend.

pros and cons!¡

manila and sort of bonten mikey in a bunch! + black! Fem Reader.

WARNINGS!!: Choking, oral(male receiving) , spanking, dirty talk, public masturbation.

NOT PROOF READ

Mikey is not a pure soul. He’s a gang member and leader.

Mikey has had men killed by his and his lackeys hands.

Anyone who knows Mikey would think he’s not boyfriend material.

You thought that too actually. Boy did he prove you wrong.

You are by Mikey at non important times. When it comes to meetings and you want to go out and run errands or you’re just by yourself for the day, he hires a body guard just for his girl.

as Mikeys girl friend, you have a high status when it comes to the gang. They pay you respect as to being the only girl and their leaders girl.

Mikey loves to call you pretty girl, your nickname, pretty, baby.

the bad thing about dating Mikey is that you are always on the move from the cops. Mikey swore up and down to not get you dragged in whatever messes he had going on. The more you two went out the more you were seen in public. You were now on the same radar as Mikey.

Now what Mikey did not know is that you were high maintenance. Nails, Hair, Lashes, Clothes, waxes, gifts. One of the main reasons Kokonoi despises you. You were taking all the damn money.

Motorcycle rides are the best with you two. Conversations about life and what you guys want to do in the future.

Mikey has never been annoyed with you. He feels as if your presence is the most important thing in the world.

You do have a mouth on you though. All of the members of bonten know that. Your slick remarks when someone asks and obvious question when talking to your boyfriend. It makes Mikey laugh in his head. He has to keep his composure infront of his gang.

How does Mikey deal with your mouth when it comes to him and your smart statements? Oh he chokes you.

Back pressed against his chest, right hand on your neck applying pressure and left hand messing with your clit.

“m’ sorry Jiro..” You choked out, lack of air disrupting your words.

“ I told you about your mouth when you talk to me.” Mikey said, Stoic expression on his face. Applying more pressure to your neck, you gasp. Your airway being cut off slightly.

“Sad. So pretty with a bad mouth, maybe I should fuck it.” Mikey slid the hand that was under your new pink skirt up and wiped your slick across your tits. Nipples hardening from the touch.

“B-baby I won’t do it again!” You pleaded. You were never scared of Mikey, he never intimidated you. When you seen how he acted in bed, you couldn’t believe that was your same sweet, quiet, gang leader boyfriend :( .

Days where you were limping around the mansion, voice would be gone , hickeys on your neck and thigh, bit marks turning purple on your brown skin.

You roughed Mikey up a little too, just not in the way he has you at his knees begging to fucking cum.

You would get in trouble for small things with Mikey. Knowing you are on a radar you love playing around in broad daylight.

Mikey would have you deep throating him just because your skirt or dress was too short. Spank you because you had a bad mouth. Edged you just because you had stroked his dick in public. you know SMALL things !

SMALL DRABBLE DOWN BELOW!

“Stop moving.” Mikey said, one hand placed firmly onto your wrists. “M-Mikey!” You whined and dragged out his name. “You’re lucky I am a very well collected man.” He said, taking his free hand to yank your panties he had just bought you.

“You don’t get dick tonight, gonna slut this ‘lil pussy out and leave you wet and frustrated.”

#black reader #chososlittlecrybaby #tokyo rev x reader #manjiro sano smut #mikey sano #manila mikey #bonten mikey #smut

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immedealwithit9855 · 12 days ago

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Unforeseen Circumstances

Bayverse Raphael x Blk Fml Reader

I should've done it this way rather than the other, but hey we can't ALL be pros at this, can we?

You find yourself in a dimension that isn't your own, meeting someone you did not expect to meet. You didn't expect him to even exist. Then you realize that not only are you a fictional character in their world, you exploring it with the one you've favored the most. Hope you enjoy.

Ch. 1: Caught in this Dimension

Ch 2: Explanations are Due!

Ch 3: Settling In

Ch 4: What Now???

Ch 5: Forest Fever

Ch 6: Talk to Me, Baby

Ch 7: Unwanted Guests

Ch 8: Where's Ya Mama???

Ch 9: These Bells Ain't Ringin!"

Ch 10: Touch Me!

Bonus: Tonight.......

Ch 11: Beneath the Surface

Ch 12: Parting Gifts

Ch 13: Followed....

Ch 14: Caught.....Again

Ch 15: Interrogation to Infiltration

Ch 16: This ISN'T It

Ch 17:

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ksnzuy · 4 months ago

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۶ৎ. Cute Kid.

Tokyo Revenger Boys. Pt 1.

۶ৎ summary: They asked you out on a date, but your child had other plans. So the date was cancelled and instead happened at your home, this leads to your child blatantly cockblocking. Your child (and soon to be new man) actively have beef with one another.

۶ৎ Characters include: Rindou Haitani, Chifuyu Matsuno, Kazutora Hanemiya, Hanma Shuji, Manjiro (Mikey) Sano Nahoya Kawata, Izana Kurokawa, Hajime Kokonoi, and Tetta Kisaki.

۶ৎRindou Haitani:

The apartment was warm and cozy, with soft pink accents and the sweet scent of vanilla candles filling the air. You’d been forced to cancel your date tonight — Raiden wasn’t feeling well, and there was no way you were leaving him alone, not even for a few hours. You’d expected disappointment, maybe a gentle “next time,” but instead, Rindou suggested bringing the date to you. It was thoughtful, sweet, and you’d appreciated it… though as you opened the door and saw him standing there, black button-up fitting just right, a small bouquet of white lilies in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, you knew this might’ve been a mistake.

Rindou’s gaze flicked over you as you stood in that flowing white and blue dress, his expression unreadable for a brief moment before he smiled — soft, charming, and far too smooth. “Hey,” he murmured, stepping inside as you moved aside, heart fluttering just a little. But before you could say much, Raiden appeared.

The four-year-old stood in the hallway like a tiny bodyguard, wearing his dinosaur pajamas and holding a half-empty sippy cup, glaring at Rindou with the intensity of a seasoned interrogator.

“Who’s that?” Raiden asked flatly, not taking his eyes off him.

Rindou, ever polite, crouched slightly, offering a friendly smile. “Hey, buddy. I’m—”

“I know who you are,” Raiden cut him off, his tone accusatory. The tension in the room shifted instantly.

As Rindou settled onto the couch, Raiden wasted no time wedging himself between the two of you, clutching his stuffed tiger protectively. “This is my seat,” he announced, eyes narrowed.

Rindou, playing along with a small smirk, shifted to the side. “No problem, champ.”

But that tiny smirk was all the opening Raiden needed. The battle lines were drawn.

Every time Rindou tried to talk, Raiden interrupted.

“Mommy, I’m hungry.”

“Mommy, my show is on.”

“Mommy, he’s sitting too close.”

You tried to juggle it all, gently redirecting Raiden, but he wasn’t having it. When Rindou offered to help with dinner, Raiden “accidentally” knocked a toy truck off the coffee table — right onto Rindou’s foot.

“Oops,” Raiden said, monotone, not breaking eye contact.

Rindou, biting his tongue, gave a tight-lipped smile, but you could see the flicker of frustration in his gaze. He knew what was happening… and Raiden knew that he knew.

Dinner didn’t go much better. Rindou made an effort, asking about Raiden’s favorite shows, his toys, what games he liked to play.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” Raiden replied flatly, stabbing at his mac and cheese with a plastic fork.

“Okay… fair,” Rindou muttered, clearly trying not to laugh.

But halfway through the meal, Raiden deliberately spilled his juice across the table — and right into Rindou’s lap.

“I said oops,” Raiden repeated, voice utterly void of remorse.

Rindou, now with wine-stained pants and a forced smile, wiped at his jeans, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like a curse before plastering on his charming expression once more. “Yeah. Sure you did.”

After dinner, the battle continued. Raiden insisted on being carried to bed — by you. Not Rindou. As you tucked your son in, brushing his hair back gently, he clung to you, clearly determined to stretch this bedtime routine as long as possible.

When you finally stepped out of Raiden’s room, leaving the door cracked, Rindou stood in the hallway, hands in his pockets, waiting. From his bed, Raiden’s small voice called out, loud enough for only Rindou to hear.

“You’re leaving soon.”

Rindou, leaning casually against the doorframe, raised a brow. “You really don’t like me, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

Raiden shrugged, pulling his blanket up to his chin. “Because you’re not supposed to be here.”

There was a pause, then Rindou chuckled quietly, ruffling his own hair, looking away with an almost amused sigh. “Little punk…” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

But as he grabbed his jacket from the couch and slipped it on, you could tell — he knew he’d lost tonight. Raiden had won this round, and the tiny smile on your son’s face as he drifted off to sleep made it clear he knew it, too.

۶ৎChifuyu Matsuno:

Chifuyu showed up right on time, dressed casually but nice — a crisp white shirt, black jeans, and sneakers. He had a small bag of pastries from that cozy little bakery down the street, probably thinking it would be a sweet touch. The plan was supposed to be a simple dinner out, something light and easy, but of course, that couldn’t happen. Haruki was having one of his clingy days, the kind where he wouldn’t let you out of his sight without throwing a fit. Cancelling the date seemed inevitable, but Chifuyu, ever understanding, suggested bringing the date to your place instead.

The moment he stepped inside, Haruki was already sizing him up. Sitting on the floor with his building blocks, pacifier half-hanging out of his mouth, he didn’t say a word — just stared, eyes narrowed with a silent challenge.

“Hey, little guy,” Chifuyu greeted, giving a friendly wave.

Haruki didn’t answer. He just kept watching, calculating. Then, without breaking eye contact, he grabbed a block and casually tossed it. Not hard, but enough to make a point. It hit Chifuyu’s shoe with a soft thunk.

“Oops,” Haruki mumbled around the pacifier, eyes wide with fake innocence.

Chifuyu smiled, playing it off, though there was a flicker of something behind that polite expression — something that said he knew exactly what was happening.

“It’s okay,” you said, smoothing things over, but Haruki was already planning his next move.

Throughout the evening, it was a passive-aggressive battle, and Haruki was winning. Every time Chifuyu tried to engage with you, Haruki countered like a tiny, chubby-cheeked saboteur.

“So, how’s work been?” Chifuyu asked, leaning in, his voice warm and easy.

Before you could answer, Haruki, as if on cue, climbed into your lap. “Mommy, hold me,” he demanded softly, snuggling against your chest with a smug little glance at Chifuyu over your shoulder.

Of course, you picked him up — how could you not? His arms wrapped around your neck, thumb back in his mouth, looking victorious. Chifuyu just sipped his tea silently, clearly aware he was losing, but too kind to say anything.

When dinner was ready, things only got worse. Haruki outright refused to sit in his booster seat. “I don’t wanna sit there!” he whined, clinging to your arm.

“Haruki…” you tried gently, but he wasn’t having it.

Chifuyu, ever patient, tried to help. “Hey, buddy, I’ll tell you a story if you sit in your chair.”

Haruki’s response was a blunt, unwavering, “No.”

So, the entire dinner was you trying to eat one-handed while Haruki picked at your plate, glaring at Chifuyu like he was some kind of intruder.

The breaking point came when Chifuyu offered to help clean up. As he stood to take the dishes, Haruki “accidentally” knocked over a full glass of water — straight into Chifuyu’s lap. The splash was loud, ice clinking against the floor, and Haruki’s little “oops” came way too quickly to be sincere.

Chifuyu froze for a second, water soaking through his jeans, and you could see the brief, slow inhale he took, grounding himself.

“It’s okay… it’s fine…” he muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched as he forced a smile. Meanwhile, Haruki, nestled comfortably in your arms, looked utterly satisfied with himself.

When bedtime rolled around, Haruki refused to sleep unless you stayed with him. “Mommy, sleep with me,” he whispered dramatically, eyes big and tear-filled, the ultimate weapon.

From the couch, Chifuyu heard this and knew the date was officially over. As you took Haruki to bed, Chifuyu lingered near the doorway, smiling gently, ever understanding.

But as you turned off the light, Haruki opened one eye to find Chifuyu still watching… and offered a subtle, triumphant smile. It was the kind of look that said, You’re leaving soon.

Chifuyu gave a playful, defeated little wave. “Goodnight… little monster,” he whispered.

And as the door softly closed, Chifuyu knew, without a doubt, he had completely lost this round.

۶ৎKazutora Hanemiya:

Kazutora arrived at your place just as the sun was setting, casting long shadows across the living room. He looked good—casual but sharp in a fitted black Henley, distressed jeans, and his usual combat boots. His messy hair, falling in golden waves, gave him that effortless cool that was so undeniably him. In his hands was a bouquet of sunflowers, bright and thoughtful. The plan was supposed to be dinner out somewhere nice, but you’d had to cancel because Renji wasn’t feeling well earlier. When Kazutora suggested a cozy date night at home instead, it seemed like a sweet compromise.

Renji, curled up on the couch with his blanket and a stuffed tiger, watched Kazutora enter with wide, suspicious eyes. There was something comical about it—the little tiger in Renji’s arms and the tiger tattoo stretching over Kazutora’s neck. “Hey, little dude,” Kazutora said with a small smile, trying to sound friendly. Renji didn’t respond. He just stared, lips pressed together in a tight line, already radiating an unmistakable “I don’t trust you” energy.

As you set the bouquet in a vase, Renji made his move. Kazutora tried to sit next to you on the couch, but Renji climbed into your lap, pressing himself against you with exaggerated heaviness. His head nestled into your chest, little arms wrapped tightly around your waist as if to stake a claim. “You okay, baby?” you asked gently, running your fingers through his hair. Kazutora leaned back, trying to play it cool. “Tired, huh?”

Renji lifted his head just enough to glare at him. “She’s my mommy.” His voice was soft but firm, the kind of territorial declaration that only a four-year-old could pull off with such conviction. Kazutora raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching, already realizing this wasn’t going to be easy.

The sabotage began subtly. Every time Kazutora tried to start a conversation, Renji interrupted. “So, how’s work—” Kazutora started. “Mommy, look at this!” Renji demanded, holding up a random toy he’d strategically grabbed from the floor. Of course, you praised the toy, smiling, while Kazutora sat there, watching the whole thing unfold with a mix of amusement and exasperation. “That’s… cool, man,” Kazutora muttered, but Renji just stared at him like he’d committed a crime by speaking.

When Kazutora brought over takeout from a fancy ramen place, trying to make dinner feel special, Renji took the opportunity to escalate. He refused to eat unless you fed him. “I can’t do it,” he whined dramatically, holding out his spoon like his arms didn’t work. So there you were, spoon-feeding your four-year-old while Kazutora silently stabbed at his food, fully aware that he was, once again, the third wheel on his own date. Renji, between each bite, shot him a smug, triumphant look. Kazutora whispered under his breath, “Little punk…”

Later, when Kazutora suggested watching a movie, hopeful for a little alone time with you, Renji made his next move. Just as you shifted to sit beside Kazutora, Renji announced loudly, “My tummy hurts!” Panic-mode kicked in immediately, and Kazutora watched helplessly as you scooped Renji into your arms, rubbing his back, comforting him. But as Renji nestled into your shoulder, Kazutora caught a glimpse of his face—Renji peeked at him and smiled. A slow, evil little grin. Kazutora blinked, realizing the kid had faked the entire thing just to kill the vibe.

After some coaxing, you finally got Renji to agree to go to bed, and Kazutora thought maybe, finally, there was a chance to salvage the night. But Renji wasn’t done. A few minutes after being tucked in, he appeared in the hallway, rubbing his eyes dramatically. “Mommy, I’m scared…” he whispered. Kazutora, sitting on the couch with a drink in his hand, muttered, “You are not scared.” But the way you immediately went to comfort Renji told Kazutora he’d lost this battle.

Tucking Renji back into bed, you kissed his forehead, promising to stay until he fell asleep. Kazutora, sprawled on the couch, staring at the ceiling, knew it was over. When you finally came back out, Kazutora caught one last look—Renji, eyes half-closed, offering a triumphant little smile from his bed. The unspoken message was clear: Mine. Kazutora, defeated but amused, mouthed back, “You win this time…” But he knew the war for your attention was far from over.

۶ৎHanma Shuji:

Hanma showed up that evening with his usual chaotic charm, dressed in black skinny jeans, a white button-up with the top few buttons undone, and his signature trench coat slung over his shoulders. His black-and-blonde hair was slicked back lazily, and he carried a bag of takeout and a bottle of wine. The original plan was dinner out, but you had to cancel because baby Shion was “extra fussy” and refusing to sleep.

When you opened the door, Hanma’s gaze swept over you, taking in the white maxi dress with its blue seashell and fruit print, the halter neckline that tied at your chest, creating a keyhole cutout, and the open back with thin blue straps that crisscrossed and connected to the skirt. For a split second, Hanma forgot how to breathe.

“Damn, babe… you really gonna make me behave tonight?” he teased, his voice low and playful. But just as he leaned in for a hello kiss, a loud, shrill baby wail pierced the air. Hanma froze mid-lean, eyebrows raised, as Shion made his presence very, very known. You gave him a sheepish smile, already exhausted, and said, “He’s just a little cranky…”

Hanma stepped inside, and there was Shion on a playmat, aggressively chewing on a teething ring, big teary eyes glaring up at the new man in the room. Hanma squatted down to his level, offering a lopsided grin.

“Yo, little man.”

Shion stared… then let out a loud, angry babble — a clear “No.”

Hanma, laughing softly, muttered, “Oh, we’re starting like this, huh?”

You tried to settle Shion back on the mat, but the second you moved toward Hanma, Shion’s arms shot up, demanding to be held. You scooped him up, and he immediately buried his face in your neck, shooting Hanma a side-eye over your shoulder.

“Guess he’s not a fan of sharing,” Hanma joked, setting the food on the table. Shion made a small, possessive coo, tightening his chubby arms around your neck.

Hanma tried to set up the food, plates, and wine, hoping the baby might calm down. But every time you tried to sit next to him, Shion fussed until you were forced to hold him in your lap, feeding him little bites of soft food with your fingers.

“Want me to hold him while you eat?” Hanma offered, reaching out.

The instant Hanma’s hand got too close, Shion let out a furious wail — loud, sharp, and accusing. Hanma pulled back, blinking.

“Damn… okay. I get it.”

You looked apologetic, gently rubbing Shion’s back while Hanma tried to play it cool, chewing his food slowly, though there was a clear challenge forming in his amber eyes.

After dinner, Hanma tried again — grabbing one of Shion’s stuffed animals and making it dance.

“What about this guy? He seems cool.”

Shion glared… and then dramatically threw the toy on the floor with a loud thud.

Hanma raised an eyebrow.

“Okaaay. Tough crowd.”

You gently scolded, “Shion, be nice…” but Hanma was already smirking, recognizing the game.

“It’s cool, babe. He’s just testing me.”

Shion, as if understanding, grabbed another toy and chucked it — this time, narrowly missing Hanma’s knee.

“Oh-ho… so we’re throwing things now?” Hanma chuckled, but there was an almost playful competitiveness in his tone.

You tried to put Shion down for bed, giving Hanma a hopeful smile.

“He usually falls asleep pretty fast… I’ll be back in a sec.”

Hanma leaned back on the couch, stretching out with a satisfied smirk, thinking the battle was over. But ten minutes later…

WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH.

Shion, standing in the crib, red-faced, absolutely refusing to sleep.

Hanma sighed, watching you scoop Shion back up and cradle him, bouncing gently. The baby, once again in your arms, gave Hanma a smug little look over your shoulder.

You ended up sitting on the couch, rocking Shion while Hanma sat beside you, trying to act unfazed. But Shion made sure there was no hand-holding, no cuddling, no date-night atmosphere whatsoever.

Eventually, you leaned your head back, sighing softly as Shion finally dozed off against your chest. Hanma glanced at you both, smirking despite the chaos.

“You really are his whole world, huh?”

You smiled softly, brushing a hand through Shion’s hair, but Hanma caught the glint in baby Shion’s barely-open eyes — the silent message: “You won’t be here long.”

Hanma leaned closer, whispering near Shion’s ear with a sly grin:

“We’ll see about that, little man.”

۶ৎManjiro (Mikey) Sano:

Your apartment was cozy and softly lit with warm-toned fairy lights along the walls. The air smelled faintly of lavender and fresh laundry. Mikey showed up wearing black cargo pants, a plain white tee, and an oversized black hoodie—casual yet effortlessly attractive. His black hair fell in soft, messy layers around his face. He was carrying a small bag of taiyaki and a six-pack of melon soda, fully expecting a chill, intimate night in since you had to cancel your restaurant reservation due to baby Sora’s “restless mood.”

When you opened the door in your white and blue maxi dress, his dark eyes immediately scanned you, lips quirking into a lazy grin. “Wow… you really got dressed up just to break my heart and stay in?” he teased, but before he could lean in to kiss you, a loud, angry cry erupted from somewhere in the apartment. His smile twitched as he glanced past your shoulder. “Ah… the little prince.”

You laughed softly, feeling a bit tired as you let him inside. Just as the door closed behind him, Sora toddled into the living room, a pouty frown on his chubby face, clutching a small plush dinosaur. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Mikey. For a brief moment, there was a tense silence—the baby processing this intruder—before Sora dramatically dropped his toy and raised his arms to you with a demanding whimper. “He’s been a little clingy today,” you murmured apologetically, scooping him up.

Mikey offered a gentle smile, reaching out a finger to tickle Sora’s side. “Hey there, kiddo.” But the second Sora felt himself being handed off, he immediately erupted into a meltdown, screaming like Mikey was made of fire. Mikey blinked, then chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah… I see how it’s gonna be.”

As you tried to set up your little at-home dinner, Sora refused to be put down, clinging to you like a koala. Mikey sat cross-legged on the floor, watching with an amused smirk, but every time you tried to hand Sora a toy or put him back on his playmat, his face scrunched up in pure outrage, arms flailing. Eventually, Mikey offered, “Want me to hold him for a bit?”

You hesitated, but Mikey was already reaching out gently. The second Sora felt himself being handed off, though—instant meltdown. “WAAAAHHHHHHHHH.” His scream was ear-piercing, like Mikey had just committed a grave sin. You quickly took him back, soothing him with gentle shushes while Mikey, now rejected, sat back with a raised eyebrow. “Okay, so I’m the bad guy now?”

Sora, once safely in your arms again, gave Mikey a triumphant side-eye—subtle, but unmistakable. Mikey narrowed his eyes playfully. “I see what you’re doing.”

After dinner, you tried to put Sora down for the night. Mikey, hopeful, watched you walk toward the bedroom, thinking the battle might finally be over. He sprawled back on the couch, smirking to himself, waiting for your return. Five minutes passed… ten minutes… and then, WAAAAHHHHHHH. Sora’s angry, tired wailing filled the apartment. Mikey groaned quietly, running a hand through his hair as you reappeared, holding a very awake and very cranky baby. “He won’t sleep unless I hold him…”

You looked apologetic, but Mikey just offered a soft smile. “It’s fine.” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, his hand subtly resting on your thigh, though Sora was still very much the center of attention.

You sat beside him again, gently bouncing Sora, who was snuggled against your chest, eyes half-lidded but still refusing to fully sleep. Mikey leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, his hand subtly resting on your thigh. But every time Mikey leaned in to say something—a soft compliment, a joke—Sora dramatically shifted in your lap, shoving his head against your chest or reaching up to grab your chin, forcing your attention back on him.

Mikey looked down at the tiny foot, then up at Sora, who, despite looking half-asleep, gave Mikey a slow blink of pure defiance. You hummed softly, your fingers running through Sora’s hair, completely unaware of the silent war going on right under your nose.

Mikey leaned closer, whispering just loud enough for the baby to hear, “You’re lucky you’re cute, little man.”

Sora smirked—or at least Mikey swore it was a smirk—before closing his eyes, fully claiming you for himself. Mikey sighed, leaning back against the couch, defeated for now—but the challenge was set. Round two, tomorrow.

۶ৎNahoya Kawata:

The evening had a gentle warmth to it, the sun just beginning to set, casting a soft golden hue over the apartment. You’d planned to go out tonight — a long-overdue date with Nahoya — but, of course, life had other ideas. Kaito had been fussy all day, refusing to nap, and by the time the sitter was supposed to arrive, it was clear you weren’t going anywhere. You felt bad canceling, but Nahoya, ever relaxed, just laughed over the phone and said, “No biggie. I’ll come to you instead.”

You hadn’t expected him to actually show up thirty minutes later, leaning against your doorway with that easy grin, hands in his pockets, looking far too good in his black short-sleeve Henley and ripped jeans.

“Thought I’d make your night a little less boring,” he teased, eyeing you with a playful glint as you stood there in that white and blue maxi dress — the flowing fabric hugging your curves, the open back making you feel a little more elegant than a typical night in.

But as inviting as the scene was, there was one small, glaring problem.

Kaito.

Your three-year-old was sitting right in the middle of the living room floor, surrounded by blocks, and the moment Nahoya stepped inside, his chubby cheeks puffed out in a pout that spoke volumes.

“Who’s that?” Kaito asked, blunt as ever, eyeing Nahoya like he was an intruder.

Nahoya, never one to back down from a challenge, crouched slightly, offering a friendly wave. “Yo, kiddo. I’m Nahoya.”

Kaito stared. Hard.

You could already feel the tension brewing, though Nahoya seemed completely unfazed. He kicked off his shoes and made himself comfortable on the couch while you moved to the kitchen, already preparing snacks.

The second your back was turned, the battle began.

Kaito, still sitting on the floor, glared up at Nahoya, gripping a bright red block in his little fist. “That’s my couch.”

Nahoya smirked, lounging deeper into the cushions, spreading his arms across the back like he owned the place. “Yeah? Looks like I found it first.”

Kaito’s eyes narrowed dangerously — well, as dangerously as a toddler could manage.

The next half hour was a constant back-and-forth.

“Momma, I want a snack.”

“Momma, I’m thirsty.”

“Momma, can you come here?”

Every request timed perfectly to interrupt any conversation or moment of closeness between you and Nahoya. You could see the amusement dancing in his eyes, though, as he played along, more entertained by the challenge than anything else.

But Kaito wasn’t done. No, not by a long shot.

When Nahoya tried to help clean up the blocks, Kaito dramatically threw himself on top of the pile, shouting, “NOOOO! Don’t touch my toys!”

“Alright, alright,” Nahoya chuckled, raising his hands in surrender, though you caught the faintest twitch of annoyance in his smile.

Dinner rolled around, and Kaito, sensing his mother’s attention was being stolen, took things up a notch.

“Momma, sit next to me,” he demanded, climbing into his chair with a determined frown.

You gave Nahoya a small, apologetic smile as you slid into the seat beside your son, leaving Nahoya on the other side of the table, now thoroughly third-wheeled by a toddler.

Halfway through the meal, Kaito “accidentally” knocked over his water cup, sending a small flood across the table — and right into Nahoya’s lap.

“Ooops…” Kaito drawled, with the most unapologetic expression a three-year-old could muster.

Nahoya froze, blinking as the cold water soaked into his jeans, before exhaling slowly through his nose, giving Kaito a long, unreadable look. “Yeah… sure.”

After dinner, the standoff continued.

Kaito insisted on bedtime stories — multiple bedtime stories — and of course, only from you. Not Nahoya. You could feel the man’s gaze on you from the doorway as you tucked your son in, brushing his hair back gently, his tiny hand clutching your fingers as he yawned, dragging out the bedtime routine as long as physically possible.

When you finally stepped out, closing the door quietly behind you, Nahoya was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching with a lopsided grin.

From inside the room, Kaito’s voice drifted out, soft but pointed.

“Is he still here?”

Nahoya smirked, not missing a beat. “Yup.”

“Tell him to go home.”

“Not happening, kid.”

There was a pause. Then, from beneath the blankets, Kaito muttered, “I don’t like you.”

Nahoya let out a quiet, amused huff, shaking his head. “I got that, yeah.”

But even as he grabbed his jacket, preparing to leave, there was a flicker of determination in his eyes. Kaito might’ve won tonight… but Nahoya clearly wasn’t planning on giving up anytime soon.

۶ৎIzana Kurokawa:

The evening air was soft and warm, the sky painted with hues of pink and orange as the sun began to dip below the horizon. You’d planned a night out — something rare and exciting — but with Kaizer still so little, the reality of getting away for a few hours was impossible. The babysitter canceled last minute, and despite your apologies over the phone, Izana’s voice was smooth and unconcerned.

“I’ll come over,” he said simply, as though it was no trouble at all.

You didn’t expect him to actually show up on your doorstep twenty minutes later, dressed effortlessly in a sleek black shirt and dark jeans, hands in his pockets, giving you that quiet, knowing smile that always seemed to unnerve and charm at the same time.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured, gaze trailing over the flowing white and blue maxi dress you’d put on for what was supposed to be a night out — the open back, the delicate halter neckline, and the soft skirt brushing your ankles. His eyes lingered, but his attention was quickly stolen by the soft babbling of Kaizer, who sat in the middle of the living room floor, surrounded by his plush toys.

The second Izana stepped inside, Kaizer — barely over a year old — froze, blinking up at the unfamiliar man with wide, dark eyes. And then… the hostility began.

Kaizer stared at him with a seriousness far beyond his baby years, clutching a stuffed bunny with both hands, holding it like a weapon.

“Hey there,” Izana greeted softly, crouching down a little, keeping his distance but offering a gentle smile. “What’s up, little guy?”

Kaizer blinked once. Twice. Then, with the most exaggerated pout imaginable, he let out a loud, disapproving wail.

You rushed over, scooping him up into your arms, gently bouncing him, whispering soft reassurances, but Kaizer’s dark little eyes remained locked on Izana with an intensity that spoke of pure, baby-sized betrayal.

Izana chuckled softly, not at all deterred. “I don’t think he likes me.”

“He’s just… fussy,” you tried, offering a weak smile as Kaizer buried his face against your shoulder, one chubby hand clutching your dress possessively, as though claiming you as his and his alone.

The evening unfolded with Kaizer declaring quiet, passive-aggressive war.

When you sat on the couch, Kaizer insisted on being in your lap. When Izana tried to sit beside you, Kaizer kicked his tiny feet out, accidentally (but very much on purpose) hitting Izana in the thigh with surprising strength for such a little thing.

“Oops…” you murmured, shooting Izana an apologetic glance.

Izana, ever composed, just smiled, though there was a glimmer of challenge in his eyes as he leaned back, watching Kaizer with amusement, as though recognizing a worthy opponent.

Dinner was no better.

Kaizer, seated in his high chair, stared Izana down with the determination of a baby defending his territory. Every time Izana tried to talk to you, Kaizer made a loud, random noise — banging his spoon, squealing, or blowing raspberries with dramatic flair — effectively cutting off any adult conversation.

“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?” Izana murmured, gaze locked with Kaizer’s.

Kaizer responded by throwing his spoon on the floor. Hard.

You sighed, bending down to retrieve it, and when you sat back up, Izana was still watching Kaizer with a faint, unreadable smile, like he was actually enjoying the challenge.

After dinner, things escalated.

Kaizer, tired but refusing to go to sleep, became extra clingy. You tried rocking him, singing softly, but every time you tried to set him down, he wailed, reaching for you with dramatic sobs, forcing you to pick him back up.

“Go to sleep, little man,” Izana said quietly from the doorway, his voice calm but firm.

Kaizer’s head snapped up from your shoulder, glaring over at him with sheer, baby-sized defiance.

“No,” he said, clear as day.

You blinked.

Izana blinked.

Kaizer, satisfied, buried his face against you again, little arms tight around your neck, effectively claiming victory.

“You’ve got your hands full,” Izana said with a soft chuckle as you finally emerged from the nursery, looking tired but relieved that Kaizer had finally fallen asleep.

“Yeah… sorry. He’s… a bit much,” you sighed, brushing your hair back, offering a sheepish smile.

But Izana, leaning casually against the wall, gave you that slow, unreadable smile of his — a mix of amusement and quiet determination.

“I like a challenge,” he murmured, voice low, eyes glinting as though silently telling Kaizer — asleep just beyond the door — that he wasn’t going anywhere.

۶ৎHajime Kokonoi:

The evening had that soft, golden glow that only came with summer’s end — warm, honeyed light streaming through your windows, casting long shadows over the hardwood floor. The smell of shea butter and cocoa lingered faintly in the air, mingling with the soft floral perfume you’d carefully dabbed on your wrists. You stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the white maxi dress that hugged your curves just right, its blue seashell and fruit print vibrant against your caramel-toned skin. The halter neckline tied neatly at your chest, forming a small, teasing keyhole cutout, while thin blue straps crisscrossed your bare back before meeting the fitted waist. The skirt flared out gently, brushing against your ankles with every shift, giving you the kind of soft, effortless elegance you rarely got to feel anymore.

You’d even taken the time to refresh your curls, the thick, springy coils framing your face perfectly, glossy with a light coat of coconut oil. The scent was subtle but warm — familiar, comforting. Your edges were laid flawlessly, baby hairs swooped in delicate waves along your hairline, the kind of detail that took time and patience but made all the difference. You looked good, felt good… for once.

But of course, peace was never that simple.

From the living room came a loud, exaggerated sigh — the unmistakable sound of your five-year-old daughter, Airi, broadcasting her boredom and dissatisfaction with her entire soul.

“I really can’t go out tonight,” you whispered into your phone, glancing toward the sound of her dramatics. “My babysitter canceled… I’m so sorry, it’s just—”

“I’ll come to you,” Kokonoi interrupted smoothly, his voice low and decisive, like he’d already made the call before you could protest.

You hesitated, glancing back at Airi. She was sprawled out on the floor, her caramel-brown cheeks slightly flushed, surrounded by a mess of coloring books, markers, and her ever-present pink stuffed bunny, whose fur was worn down from years of love. Her wild, coily pigtails stuck out in two large, frizzy puffs, stubbornly resisting your attempts to tame them earlier that day. She was gripping a marker like her life depended on it, her little brows furrowed in fierce concentration as she colored — hard.

“I don’t know if that’s a good—”

“I’ll be there in twenty,” Kokonoi said, and just like that, the line went dead.

You barely had time to straighten up the house before the doorbell rang.

When you opened it, there he was — sleek and polished, like he’d just stepped out of a high-end fashion magazine. Kokonoi Hajime, with his hair perfectly tousled, a black button-up with the top buttons undone just enough to hint at the smooth line of his collarbone, and fitted slacks. His sharp, calculating eyes did a slow, deliberate sweep over you, taking in the dress, the curves, the bare skin of your shoulders, and the smoothness of your legs.

“You look…” He paused, his voice rough around the edges now. “Incredible.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, a flattered, fluttery feeling stirring in your chest — until a small, suspicious voice shattered the moment.

“Who are you?”

Airi had materialized in the doorway, barefoot, wearing her oversized princess nightgown, the hem brushing her ankles, her stuffed bunny dangling limply from her hand. Her skin glowed softly in the evening light, and her big, dark eyes were narrowed in unmistakable distrust.

Kokonoi’s gaze flicked to her, and for a split second, he looked… caught off guard. Clearly, he wasn’t used to being interrogated by someone half his height.

“I’m a friend of your mom’s,” he said smoothly, offering a faint, polite smile.

Airi wasn’t impressed.

“Why are you here?” she pressed, her tone flat, her little arms crossed tightly over her chest, one hip popped out in that sass-filled way only a five-year-old girl could manage.

“I—”

“You’re not my dad,” she announced bluntly, her expression making it clear that this fact alone was enough reason for him to leave immediately.

The air went thick for a moment. You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing, watching as Kokonoi — cool, composed, and calculating — found himself on the receiving end of the world’s tiniest power move.

“Airi…” you started, your voice low with warning, but she wasn’t done.

With dramatic flair, she turned her back to him, marched into the living room, and flopped onto the couch with a loud, pointed sigh, clutching her bunny to her chest like a beloved battle companion.

“I’ll be nice if you give me twenty dollars,” she added, not even looking up, her voice casual, like this was just a standard transaction.

Kokonoi blinked. Slowly. The disbelief was plain on his face as he glanced back at you.

“She’s extorting me,” he muttered under his breath.

“She does this with everyone,” you whispered, your tone apologetic, but Airi was already watching him out of the corner of her eye, waiting.

Kokonoi, ever the businessman, sighed and pulled out his wallet, producing a crisp twenty-dollar bill.

“Is this all it takes?” he asked dryly, raising a sharp eyebrow.

Airi snatched the bill with the speed of a seasoned hustler, stuffed it into the pocket of her nightgown, and… went right back to glaring at him.

“She’s not going to be nice, is she?” Kokonoi asked quietly, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and resignation.

“Nope,” you confirmed, sighing. “Not a chance.”

And thus, the silent war began.

During dinner, Airi made sure to sit pressed up against your side, her small, warm arm looped possessively around yours. Every time Kokonoi tried to speak to you, she’d cut in — her tone flat, her gaze sharp, tossing shade with the casual precision of a child who knew exactly how to get what she wanted.

“You’re sitting too close,” she declared when Kokonoi shifted his chair an inch nearer.

Kokonoi gave her a long, unreadable look… and leaned back with a sigh, clearly calculating his next move.

After dinner, you tried putting her to bed, but of course, that didn’t go smoothly either.

“She does this every time someone comes over,” you whispered when you reappeared, looking mildly exasperated.

Kokonoi, lounging on the couch, one arm draped casually over the back, smirked faintly.

“She’s protective,” he said simply, like that explained everything.

“You’re being generous,” you muttered, collapsing beside him, grateful for the moment of peace.

But just as the tension shifted, as Kokonoi leaned in a little closer, his eyes dark with something warmer, hungrier—

“Mommy! I need water!”

You groaned, already halfway to the kitchen, Kokonoi watching you with a resigned, faintly amused smile.

“She’s not going to let this happen, is she?” he murmured.

“Not a chance,” you called back, grabbing a glass.

And as the night stretched on, it became clear that Airi, your tiny, sassy gatekeeper, had won this round — and probably every round after.

۶ৎTetta Kisaki:

The evening light filtered through the window, casting a soft golden glow in the living room, while the faint scent of lavender and honey mixed with the sound of your daughter’s footsteps running across the hardwood floor. Your white maxi dress with the blue seashell and fruit print clung to you just enough to feel graceful and feminine, but the reality of your life had you focused on much more than your outfit. The halter neckline with the keyhole cutout felt flattering against your caramel-toned skin, and the blue piping accentuated the curves that had both the grace and strength of motherhood. The warm, soft feel of the fabric as it swayed with your movements made you feel light — a moment of calm before your daughter inevitably interrupted.

Layla, your 10-year-old daughter, was on the couch, sitting cross-legged, her dark brown eyes flickering with impatience. With a sharp mind that often made you think twice, she had an opinion about everything, and that included the people you brought around her. And now, someone was here — and Layla didn’t quite approve of him yet.

When the doorbell rang, you opened it to reveal Kisaki. He stood tall, sharp in his dark suit, his platinum blonde hair a stark contrast to the darkening evening. His cold, calculating eyes softened a little when they met yours, but the usual smug smirk played on his lips, always so confident in his approach.

“You look stunning,” he said, his voice smooth as always.

You smiled, half-flattered but aware of the tension in your chest. “Thank you.”

But as soon as you let him inside, Layla piped up from the living room. “Who’s that?”

You glanced back toward the couch, where Layla was sitting, arms crossed, a serious look on her face, her deep brown eyes narrowing slightly as she sized up Kisaki. She looked like she was calculating him, figuring out the angles, the weaknesses. She was smart, and she wasn’t quick to trust.

“Hey, Layla. This is Kisaki. He’s a… friend of mommy’s,” you said, trying to keep the tone light.

Layla looked at you, then at Kisaki, then back at you again, her expression unchanged. “A friend, huh?”

Kisaki raised an eyebrow but didn’t break his cool, collected demeanor. “That’s right. Just a friend.”

Layla’s mouth curved into a slight, knowing smirk. “So, are you going to be here for dinner or are you just here to stare at my mom?”

Her tone wasn’t rude, but it had the unmistakable bite of a child who wasn’t afraid to be blunt. And there was something in the way she said it — the way she didn’t flinch when Kisaki’s gaze met hers — that made it clear she wasn’t going to let him off easy.

Kisaki’s smirk didn’t falter, but you could see the glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “I’m here for dinner,” he replied, a trace of humor in his voice.

Layla didn’t move. She just stared at him for a long moment, as if trying to read him like an open book. It was clear from the way her eyes flickered that she wasn’t intimidated, just observant. A sharp, calculating mind wrapped in a 10-year-old’s body.

You shook your head slightly, both amused and exasperated. “Layla, go set the table, please.”

Her eyes flickered to you, then back to Kisaki, and she hesitated only for a moment before she stood and stalked off to the kitchen. Her steps were heavy, purposeful, and she muttered something incoherent as she passed by.

Kisaki looked at you, his expression unreadable. “She’s… something.”

You sighed, turning back to the kitchen where Layla had already taken charge. “She’s protective, that’s all,” you said.

Kisaki chuckled low in his throat. “I can tell.”

Dinner was an exercise in patience. Layla continued to challenge him with her snarky comments and hard stares. She didn’t make it easy for him, questioning every little thing he said with a critical eye. She’d interrupt the conversation to tell him how she preferred her food to be cooked, pointing out how she thought he was a little too fancy for a family dinner.

“Do you always wear suits?” Layla asked between bites of her food. “It’s not a formal occasion.”

Kisaki leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the rim of his glass. “I like to dress for the occasion,” he replied smoothly, his voice steady despite the underlying tension.

Layla wasn’t convinced. “And is this an occasion? Or is this just you trying to look important in front of my mom?”

You nearly choked on your drink, a laugh bubbling up, but you quickly stifled it, clearing your throat. “Layla, that’s enough.”

But Kisaki didn’t seem offended. He almost looked impressed, like he was enjoying this little game. “It’s fine,” he said, his eyes not leaving Layla’s. “But I’m not trying to look important. Just trying to get to know your mom.”

Layla narrowed her eyes. “I’m not stupid. You’re trying too hard.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Layla, please.”

But Layla didn’t seem to care. She’d made up her mind. This wasn’t just a regular dinner — this was a test. And she was going to see how Kisaki handled it, every little bit of it.

The rest of the evening didn’t get much easier. Kisaki tried to engage you in conversation, but Layla always seemed to have a way of interrupting at just the right moment — demanding more juice, needing to tell you something about her day, or giving you the “look” that told you she was still suspicious of him.

As the evening wore on, Layla finally retired to her room with a heavy sigh, giving you a moment to catch your breath. You turned to Kisaki, exhausted from the mental gymnastics of the evening.

“She’s a handful,” you said, massaging your temples.

“I’m not bothered,” Kisaki replied, his voice still smooth, but there was a glimmer of something in his eyes. “It’ll take more than that to stop me.”

You looked at him, half-amused, half-exasperated. “I’ll be honest — she’s not easy to win over. But she’ll eventually warm up… hopefully.”

Kisaki smiled, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’m patient. I’ll wait.”

And you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of something, something between excitement and apprehension, as you realized that this wasn’t going to be over quickly. Layla might be protective, but Kisaki wasn’t a man who gave up easily.

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qupidology · 1 year ago

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F1 Driver!Mikey who makes sure you fly out with him to the next race and when you guys land and settle in the hotel room he’ll eat your soul out of your pussy for the next two days until FPs start.

F1 Driver!Kakucho who is quick to pull you in a deep kiss when he sees you passing despite being in the middle of pre-race interviews

F1 Driver!Sanzu who always lets you help him with the design for his helmet because he wants it to reflect the both of you

F1 Driver!Chifuyu who makes it his job to make sure you’re at every race you can be because he’s convinced you’re the reason why he gets podium

F1 Driver! Baji who always walks in with you so everyone knows that he is taken and doesn’t play ‘bout his

F1 Driver!Shuji who tried to fuck you down in the paddock so the team principal banned you from being down there, the closest you can get is paddock club (shuji pouts about it every race week)

F1 Driver!Souya who made it his mission to win the upcoming race because he was going to propose to you after his win

F1 Driver!Peh-yan who cannot keep his hands off of you when he sees you walk in wearing his team colors and his number ‘32’ around your neck iced out

F1 Driver!Rindou who can never wipe the smug ass look on his face when he sees other drivers or engineers staring at you walk through the paddock because he has what everyone wants

F1 Driver!Ran who got two of his helmets made because he wanted y’all to match (and because there’s something about him seeing you in it that turns him on without fail)

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astrolatrism · 1 year ago

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FRANK A. IERO "YOUR FACE IS ALL I NEED TO STAY SANE."

it’s your city, i wanna be yours too.

summary: it’s late. its night. its new jersey. you’re in franks car because its romantic with a view of the city.

ⓘ gn! reader, not proofread, reader is from sf, 0.3k words

“ok, maybe i see why you like new jersey so much.”

you're in frank's hoodie, the ac is on anyway. your favorite cd is playing in the car's speaker, softly in the background so you can still hear his voice, and this is your peace. you look over at him, sighing out this defeat and waiting for his stupid laugh. "yes! i told you!" he giggles. "everyone sees it eventually." he points a finger with the same hand he holds his cup of coffee.

"keep it up and im taking it back." you roll your eyes, shaking your knee as your legs rest on his dashboard with your feet kicked up, boots on display. "i mean, who doesn't like a view of the city?"

"sure, bud. talk all the shit you want." he turns to you in this teasing way, scrunching his nose. there's a playful gasp, swatting his bicep. "you know what, it's actually not all that." you mutter into your can of arizona tea. immediately, frank sits up. "you can't take it back, you already said it!" his torso is completely turned.

"i can do whatever the fuck i want." you laugh, tickled at his reaction. the mood dies down after a bit, you both settle into the sounds of belleville. "it is pretty, though." you reclaim in this serious whisper. "i know." he sighs back.

"i wish you could see san francisco like this, though." you fix your throat and your posture. "all pretty and shit, i'd take you to see the golden gate, or downtown, or the pier." "yeah?" his voice is low and distracted, though you have his full attention. "mhm." you happily hum back.

"you'd take me to 'cali?" he asks with a smile, his winning smile, and turns over to you. "i'd take you anywhere." you're already looking at him.

you smile at each other for a minute, before he leans in, and you mirror him. it's all perfect, and you can't help but focus on the beat of you heart. you love everything so much. you love how his cologne fills you up, you love the warmth despite the windows down, you love the taste of your tea still lingering, you love the shitty lighting of the street lamp above, and you secretly love this town.

#frank iero #frank iero x reader #frank iero x gn reader #mcr x reader #mcr #my chemical romance #danger days #black parade #three cheers for sweet revenge #i brought you my bullets you brought me your love #aesthetic #<3 #gerard way #Mikey way #ray toro

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sh1nch1r0 · 1 year ago

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𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞

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Shinchiro x Reader

Part (1/2)

U and ur Husband are invited to see the Baby of Emma and Draken for the first time,Shin always wanted kids of his own but he and you never talked about that.But then he voices his desires to you and u confess ur little Secret to him.

TW:Childbirth,Body Shaming,Pregnancy,Angst but Comfort,Draken beeing a good Husband (he really is hes the best)

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Draken opened the Door for you and greeted both of u.

“How is Emma doing”was the first question u asked her husband.

“Shes okay,but u better ask that herself shes upstairs”he says and u gave ur Husband a quick kiss and make ur way upstairs.

Emma was in her and Drakens Bedroom she was sitting on the Bed,u knocked at the open Door and as she looked at you u saw that she was Crying.U closed the door and sat beside her,her Arms flew around u and she started crying even more.

“Hey whats wrong ” u ask her and she looks up at you.

“I am so Ugly and Fat i can not look into the mirror anymore without crying” she says and and u put ur arms around her.

“Emma first of all u look beautiful u are the most stunning Mom i have ever seen and second of all u just gave birth ur body needs to rest and needs time to heal” you take her hand in yours.

“I mean look at me i am not that skinny and hmm pretty average looking and i unsterstand how you feel cause i am beeing myself a huge critic everyday i always find someting wrong with myself,i feel ur pain and everyting but let me assure you u are beautiful as always and u dont need to worry.And to be fair i always wanted to look like u u are just perfect you know that ” tears were now falling from your face cause u were insecure about and your looks and ur body your whole life.

“HEY DONT BE SO MEAN TO YOURSELF UR BEAUTIFUL,IF I EVER HEAR SOMETING FROM YOU AGAIN I WILL TELL SHIN ” Emma says in a upset tone and gets up to look at you.

“Sorry my Hormones are going crazy ”she then apologizes.

“No need to apologize but the same goes for u i wil tell Draken ” u teaseingly say and she gives u a frown in response.

After ur Deeptalk both of u go down and see the that Mikey and Izana have arrived.

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It started to get dark outside when u had a moment with the Couples precious Baby Girl alone,the rest of the people was cleaning up cause Emma insited on cooking for all of u but u forced her to sit down and rest so u cooked dinner.And after that Emma and Draken offerd to do the Dishes and both of them did not take a no as an answere from u.

U stood in theier Wintergarden and looked into the stars with ur niece,she was a bit unsettled when u first hold her but now the Newborn looked up at u and listened to you explaining Star conselations and astrology to her,she did not understand and could not understand what u were talking about but she listened to your voice carefully.

“U like listening to me talking about this hmm.....other people find it boring”u coo to her,and she lets out a cute giggle.

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Shinchiro was at the Kitchen Counter watching u and the Baby interact,when Draken brought him out of his staring.

“She wil be a good mom” Draken says and Emma agrees.

“I mean she wants kids and i do too but we never talked about it.”he says and looks over to you again.

“Just get her Pregnant Shin” Mikey says as he walks closer.

“MIKEYYY” Emma and Draken say at the same time.

“What its the truth get her pregnant already u are not the youngest after all Grandpa” the blonde says which earns him a death glance from his older brother.

“I will talk to her when we get home” he says and leaves the three of them alone in the kitchen.

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Shin was now standing beside you,he looks down at his niece and sees her sleeping in your arms.

“She fell asleep just moments ago”u say and look up at him,his eyes had a sprakle in them that could not define.

“I love u Honey”he says and wraps his hands around ur belly,his head was resting on your shoulder.

“I love u too Shin” u say and u put your hand over his which was still resting at your belly.

After a few minutes like that u and Shin brought the Baby to bed which Emma and Draken aprecciated very much,and so the evening at theier house was coming to an end now.U all said goodbye to eachother and so Shin and u left.

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The car ride was silent till ur Husband decided to speak.

“Seeing u with the Baby.....it got me thinking if we could be that one day” he says and his eyes move from the road over to you.

You just nod and agree to him,if only he knew that in a couple of months he was going to be a father.

Cause u were pregnant a couple of weeks along already and u wanted to wait for the perfect moment to tell him,which was like hell cause u could not keep secrets for long.

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U found out that u were pregnant on your day off cause ur period was suppossed to be over this week but u never got it,and u suspected that there was something wrong already cause when u and Shin ate at a Fancy Seafood Restaurant a couple of days ur body did not like what u were eating and as soon as u arrived home u had to go to the bathroom.Shin had no idea that i was cause there was a new life growing inside of you,he tought that u just ate someting bad or raw.

But somewhere ur body and ur mind knew that something was up,and the two lines on the Pregnancy Test confirmed that.

After u took the test u went to your doctor to check if it was a real pregnancy and if everything was alright and he confirmed that u were really pregnant.And as u saw the little dot on the Ultrasound you could not believe it,u and ur Husband are goint to be parents soon.

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U were brought out of ur memories when the car stopped in ur Drive way and Shin called ur name,u got out of the car and both of u walked into your home.

“I am going to change i will be there in a couple of seconds” u say as Shin was already in the Living Room waiting for u to come and cuddle.

U got upstairs and got changed in some sweats and a Shirt from your Lover.But as u wanted to put the shirt on you looked in the mirror and u saw a small bump forming at ur belly,u looked at it and put ur hand over it.U were really pregnant u could not believe it, u continuied to get dressed and as u wanted to walk out of the bedroom something held u back,and u stopped in ur tracks u had the Ultrasound picture under a Book on your nighstand and teh test in your Nightstand.Was it really the perfect moment to tell him or should u wait.

U heard ur name beeing called from down the hall where Shin was now standing.

“Honey are u alright” he asks you and comes closer.

“Yes but i need to tell u something”u answere him and pull him into your shared Bedroom.

He just stood there with wide eyes and u motioned him to sit down on the bed.

U pulled the Picture out from beneath the Book and u also opened ur drawer and took out the Pregnancy test.

Shin was in a state where he looked at the floor,cause he was afraid what will u tell him,did u want a divorce,did u find someone new,was he not enough.His overthinking ended when he felt the Matress shift and u sit down beside him,u took his hand in urs and looked at him.After a few seconds he looked up into your eyes.

“U remember when we were at the restaurant and i got sick afterwards”u say in a calm voice and he just nodded not breaking the Eye contact with you.

“It was not because i ate something bad but i was because there is a secret that i am hiding from you” u say and reach behind u where the picture and the test were.

Shin nodded again and then he felt something in his hand,as he looked down he saw a pregnancy test and a Ultrasound Picture.He took the test in his hands and he could see two obvious lines on it.

“You are going to be a Dad”u whisper and look over to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

He looked over to you after looking at both of the items u gave him and u could see tears in his eyes.

“Honey...i am so happy....your pregnant....we are going to have a family soon” he says and hugs you tightly.

U both cry tears of joy cause u were both so happy.

After ur emeotional hug and ur confession u stood up from the bed and your Husband got behind you he rested his hands against ur belly.

“I noticed that ur belly was a bit swollen ” he whispers in your ear and kisses ur cheek.

Which made u chuckle, u closed ur eyes and leaned back agaisnt him.U opened ur eyes when u felt the fabric of the shirt beeing lifted.He had his hands on your bare belly now and was troking the little bump.

“U are the best thing that has ever happened to me u and your baby ” he says and u are grateful to have such a man in your life.And he will for sure be a great Dad.

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