#Peke-J living his best life

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Weeee requestsssss is it okay if i request lee chifuyu and ler baji??

Oops this started out as a tickle fic and turned into a ship akjrkejakrjajke I gotcha, anon! Ahh, I love them so much!!! Lee!Chifuyu is so freaking cute (really- I just love Chifuyu) I hop you like it!

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps)

@myreygn, @duckymcdoorknob, @baby-tickles2022, @cupcake-spice13,

Baji was in a mood.

It wasn’t often he felt them- these sudden urges to cause mayhem amongst his friends. Perhaps it was the full moon? Maybe the planets were aligned? He didn’t know what it was, and usually didn’t question it.

What mattered was only one thing.

He was gonna get Chifuyu today.

~~~

“Peke-J, you got to move, I’m hungry.” Chifuyu looked down at the black cat sleeping peacefully in his lap, shoulders slumping his shoulders once he realized he was stuck. “Come on- can’t you let me up so I can get a snack? I’ll be right back.”

The cat only continued to purr, far too comfortable to acknowledge his owner’s current predicament.

“Eh…fine.” Defeated, Chifuyu pulled out his phone, texting Takemichi with his side quest for food. He’d pay him back once he got there.

Before he could even send it however, tragedy struck.

“GOTCHA!” Baji roared from behind, vaulting over the couch as he wrapped his arms around Chifuyu’s shoulders, sending them both tumbling sideways into the cushions. Peke-J; now awake and mildly irritated by his parent’s antics, stretched before wandering off.

“B-Baji! You ass, Peke-J was cuddling with me!” Chifuyu squirmed as Baji turned him on his back, easily grabbing his wrist when the blonde tried to punch him. “Get off!”

“No way.” Baji grinned a wolfish smile, sending shivers down Chifuyu’s back. “Chifuyu…you know what I’m gonna do to you?”

“Feed me?” Chifuyu asked, even when he felt Baji’s hand slip under his hoodie, pushing it up. Giggles were already climbing up his throat, and he flattened his lips to keep them there. “B-Bahahaji, please!”

“I’ll feed you later. For now, I’m gonna…TICKLE YOU!” Baji roared, sending both hands into Chifuyu’s bare stomach, ten fingers flying over the warm skin. Chifuyu shrieked, his body full spasming as bright, unobtainable laughter spilled past his lips. “Aww, look at you! I’ve barely touched you and you’re laughing like a baby! Does it tickle that bad?”

“Bahhahahhahahhaji, yohohohohohohu shihihihihihihihihithehhahhahhahahd!” Chifuyu squealed out, his hands trying in vain to tug down his hoodie and protect his belly. Baji only laughed, one hand keeping it up while the other carried on tracing random shapes and patterns against that awful soft spot towards his lower stomach. “Sthahahhahap ihiihihihit, you bihiihhiiihihiihtch!”

“Oo, someone’s got a potty mouth today! Are you hangry, Chifuyu? Do you want a snack?” Baji cooed, eyes glinting as he leaned down. “I got a good one right here…”

“Bahahhaji? Bahhhahaji, wahhaHAHHHAHAHHAHAIT!” Chifuyu all but screamed when Baji’s mouth pressed into his belly, blowing a massive raspberry against the center of his belly. Abandoning the hem of his hoodie, he tugged at Baji’s hair, trying to pull him off. “GEEHEHEHEHT! GEHEHEHHEHEHT BAHAHAHCK, YOU DOOHOHOHUCHE!”

“What? You said you were hungry- I’m just giving you raspberries!” Baji laughed against his stomach, bringing his hands back into the fray to taze Chifuyu’s sides, making him spazz about and shriek. “So mean today- you must be seriously hangry.” Baji winked before blowing another loud raspberry before sitting up, his hands working another bad spot beneath his lower ribs. “Okay, you don’t like fruit. How about short ribs?”

“GEHAHHAHAHA, BAHHAHAHHAJI PLEHAHAHHAHASE!” Chifuyu was a mess of laughter, face bright red and eyes squeezed shut. His hands blindly grabbed Baji's, managing to loop around his wrists, but nothing else. Every squeeze and poke zapped his strength, like he was halfway between falling asleep and staying awake. “COHOOOHOHME OHOHOHOHON-WAHAHHAHAIT!”

Baji did, to Chifuyu’s surprise, letting the blonde gasp for hair. His hands remained on Chifuyu’s lower ribs, tapping gently but not pressing in, still making him giggle. When he was no longer panting, Baji smiled. “Better?”

“Yeah-AH! Ahehahahahhahaha, oh yohoohoohohu jehehehehherk!” Chifuyu jumped when the hands at his ribs resumed their game, making him fall back into the couch. “Bahhahahahahaji!”

“Hmm…so it’s a no to fruit, and a no to short ribs..oh- you know what I recently heard about?” Baji grinned, his hand sweeping up to Chifuyu’s collar. “How about neck bones?”

“GAH!” Chifuyu squeaked, his laugh going silent as he curled into himself, feet kicking and shoulders up to his chin, hands balled into fists and tight against his chest. “BAHAHAJI!” He cried, the sound barely about a whispered squeak.

“Hehe, okay- I’m done for real now.” Baji pulled his hands back, watching Chifuyu collapse against the cushions, breathless and panting. “Wow, you’re so-”

Just then, the front door opened.

“Chifuyu? Hey- I got your text.” Takemichi walked in, a convenient store bag in hand. “They weren’t selling Pork Buns unfortunately, so I got you some Onigiri-” He froze when he saw the pair, eyes widening and cheeks flushing.

Admittedly- it was quite the sight. Chifuyu- red faced and breathless- lying against the couch; his hoodie pushed up all the way up his chest. Baji, who was sitting on him, hands against his belly and halfway leaning down over said blonde. Both their faces were wide eyed in shock, not expecting Takemichi to arrive.

Guess the text went through after all.

“Eh…right- I’ll um…I’ll leave this here.” Takemichi put the bag on the table, avoiding eye contact. His ears were bright red as he made his way back to the door. “You can pay me back later. Bye guys…and erm, congratulations.” He shut the door quietly on his way out.

Silence. Chifuyu felt like his face could melt. Baji looked unreadable.

“Well, shit. Takemitchy thinks we’re gay.” Baji declared.

“Oh god.” Chifuyu covered his face with his sleeves, dread curling in his belly. “Oh my god, oh my god he’s gonna tell everyone.”

“He probably will.”

“They’ll think we’re gay!”

“They probably already do.”

“What do we do?”

“Make it a reality?”

Chifuyu froze, peeking through his fingers. Through his shock and embarrassment, he felt his heartbeat race. “H-Huh?”

Baji looked at him patiently, his expression easy. “I said what I said. Let’s make it a reality.” He smirked, waggling his eyebrows. “I’m down if you are.”

“Are you…confessing?” Chifuyu asked.

“Maybe I am.” Baji reached out, tugging his hands away from his face with effortless motions. “Maybe I’ve liked you since the first time I’ve met you. Maybe I’ve been wanting to make this thing official since you told me we’d co-parent Peke-J.” He let his hands slide up until they were holding Chifuyu’s. It was then did the blonde realize he was nervous. He could feel his pulse and how hard Baji’s heart was beating. “Whatcha gonna say about that?”

“I…” Chifuyu blinked, his heart rattling in his chest. Was this really happening? Taking a breath, he raised his chin. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“I just did.” Baji replied.

“No. No maybes. Say it with your full chest.” He needed to know it was real.

Baji laughed softly, a slight tremor in the sound. “Fair enough…Chifuyu, I like you. Alot.” Baji looked him in the eyes- only genuine honesty could be found within. “I’ve liked you since we first met, and I’ve liked you since after. I can’t say when it was exactly that I…caught feelings.” Baji blushed- a rare sight. “But I mean it when I say it. I want to make this real. So…what do you say?”

Chifuyu felt his eyes mist up, and he flattened his lips to fight back the tears. “I say…I’m really happy right now.” He breathed, making Baji suck in a short breath. “I’m so happy, cause I feel the same way.”

The way his expression lit up, like Chifuyu was some sort of sacred treasure Baji had been looking for all his life- Chifuyu took that expression and tucked it deep within his chest, letting it warm him from within. “Hey…can I kiss you?” He whispered, and Chifuyu nodded, mouthing an equally soft “Yes.”

Baji leaned in and-

“Meow…” Peke-J leaped up just before their lip connected, squeezing himself between them and getting comfy on Chifuyu's chest. Baji shot back, spitting out cat hair. 

“You freaking cock-blocker of a cat-” Baji began, stopping when Chifuyu laughed.

“Pfft-ahehahhahaha! Dihiihd you just cahhahall him thahahhat?” He wheezed, the sound melting away any irritation Baji may have had for the animal and replacing it with bubbly mirth of his own. He broke out into soft chuckles, the sound growing the harder Chifuyu laughed.

“I did! Look at him- he knows what he did too!” Baji pointed, Peke-J peering up at him rather pleased. Chifuyu hooted, fanning his face.

“Gohohohod- oh god, my behehhelly!” He cried, shaking his head as his giggles died down to a soft titter. “Oh yeah…I forgot I was hungry.”

“I’ll grab one of the snacks.” Baji stood, not before walking around the couch, leaning down so he was leveled with Chifuyu. Leaning in, he pressed a quick peck to his smiling lips, finally getting his kiss. “Stay here.”

Chifuyu reached up to touch his tingling lips, watching Baji as he gathered Takemitchi’s gift.

He could get used to this.

Thanks for reading!

[verxsyon]

kanto manji timeline (aftermath) tokrev. chifuyu x bookstore owner!gn!reader

¡ contains minor spoilers for the manga !

reader works at a bookstore across the street which owns the manga that chifuyu reads but he’s too much of a wimp to approach you, much to kazutora’s and baji’s disdain.

how did he manage to talk to his crush? his cat peke j gets lost when he’s on his way to the pet store and ends up at their route on the way to the bookstore. they bump into him and return peke j to him after they find out he’s his pet. they’re like “you’re that pet store owner across the street. cute cat.” chifuyu.exe not found.

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Congrats on 2k followers 🎉🎉🎉 may i pls request "boy next door" & "in another life" with baji. ty for ur hard work and if u do accept this ask ^^

— baji keisuke // boy next door // in another life

[𖤐] hey anon!! what is wrong with you !!! it's so sad !! omg !!! lawl jk, im sry im getting to this sooooooosososo late! i hope you enjoy all the same my lovely ! <3

wc: 1.4k+

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it all seemed like yesterday. 

you had been behind the apartment complex you live in, plastic bags in hand as you kneeled down and took out multiple cans of cat food. the five cats in front of you meowed with glee, eager for you to open the tins. some of the younger one’s paws went up onto your knees, though it wasn’t enough to sway your balance from where you were kneeling. 

“yes yes, i know! just give me oneee second, and i’ll have these open and you guys can gobble them all up!” you giggled, pulling open the tabs on the cans and setting them down on the ground. as soon as you set one down, the cats would immediately flock to it, eating ferociously and almost fighting each other. 

“woahhh, let’s calm down guys…” as soon as they started fighting, you pulled some away to their own can of food, and once they were all eating, it was smooth sailing from there. 

sitting on the ground, you smiled as you watched the cats gobbling up the food. you obviously couldn’t take them all in, especially since the apartment complex doesn’t allow pets, so this was the most you could do. it hurt your heart that you couldn’t give them a place to live, but the best you could do was give them a nice meal. you had even picked up a second part-time job so that you could afford to buy the expensive cat food. 

“peke j! where are ya?!” you heard a deep voice call out. looking up, you noticed a boy with long black hair walk into the quiet area, a look of worry on his face. 

the black cat who had been happily eating suddenly looked up from his food, then immediately started bounding towards the boy, jumping into his arms with a happy meow. 

“this is where you’ve been? jeez, you had me worried…” if the boy saw you, he didn’t say anything. you smiled a bit at the situation; you supposed that the black cat had just been looking for an extra meal, which you guessed was understandable. 

“oi, i’m talkin’ to you.” looking up, you saw the black haired boy standing above you, his cat purring softly in his arms. “do you feed these cats?” he asked. the question caught you a bit off guard; you weren’t sure what you were expecting him to ask, but you’d expected him to be mad given his tone of voice. 

“yep.” 

“every day?” 

“mhm.” 

“i see…cool! i’m baji keisuke, and this little troublemaker right here is peke j. he acts like i don’t feed him, but i swear i do.” baji grinned at you, kneeling next to you to watch the cats, a goofy grin on his face. you were very surprised now, since you had expected him to be a bit standoffish. you suppose that’s what you got for judging based on a cover. 

“what’s your name?” 

“(y/n).” 

from then on, you and baji just got closer and closer. you eventually learned that the two of you lived in the same complex, and you actually lived right next door to each other. because of this, you both began to hang out a lot; you would go feed the cats behind the building together, you would walk to the convenience store together, and baji would even come to pick you up from your part-time job if it got out late. 

“i can’t have you walking home at night, (y/n).” he would say. 

it had been a little bit scary when he first picked you up on his motorcycle, but you learned to love it. it was exhilarating, and it was even more so when you were with baji. 

you would hold on tight around his waist as he sped down empty streets, yelling his head off about who knows what. despite the fact he was going fast, you trusted him and knew it would be alright if you were with him. 

the two of you would also walk to and from school, sharing the umbrella you would bring when it rained, (he was always woefully prepared for the weather) and stopping by convenience stores to get snacks for the walk home. when he started slicking back his hair and wearing thick glasses, you made fun of him non-stop, but also offered to tutor him in his studies. you two would spend hours in his room; he was usually halfway asleep until you woke him up with a flick to the forehead. in return for the help, he would bake something for you, (“i told you, it’s from my mom! i didn’t make them!!!”). 

then, he introduced you to his new friend, chifuyu, and the three of you became your own trio. you eventually met the rest of his friends; they were all in a gang called the tokyo manji gang, which sounded a little scary to you at first, but when you met them all, any worries you had before were washed away. you weren’t officially part of it, (baji refused to let you join, since he would say, “how would i be able to face your family if something happened to you?”) but you would attend a lot of meetings, showing up with baji and joking around with him. 

it was all perfect, until it wasn’t. 

you had noticed that he didn’t talk to you as much, and that he seemed to be avoiding you, which was a pretty hard task considering the two of you lived right next to each other. you would show up at his door, and he would tell you to go away. for weeks, this went on, until you finally listened. 

had he gotten tired of you? 

the last time you had even spoken with him was three weeks ago when you had found peke j. lurking around in the back on the complex again. the conversation had been short and curt. 

“hey, i found peke j-”

“thanks.” 

“wait, keisuke, can we just talk-?” slam!

it wasn’t until chifuyu showed up at your door that you were able to see him again. 

“(y/n)-chan…i’m so sorry…”

you didn’t even want to think about the worst conclusion when you had seen his red-rimmed eyes, but when he brought you to the morgue in the hospital, you knew what had happened. you saw baji’s mother sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, an empty look in her eyes as she stared at the table in the middle of the room. 

when the doctor pulled the sheet down, chifuyu had to hold you up to keep you from collapsing. 

“i wish you were here again, keisuke.” you whispered into the wind, the tears on your cheeks being dried by the cold wind. you opened two cans of soda, putting one in front of you and putting one of the grave in front of you. 

you hadn’t opened the paper in your hands yet; you were too scared to read it. what if he’d said how much he hated you? you don’t think you could handle that. 

it was something that chifuyu had given you, telling you that keisuke had wanted you to read it. 

after a few silent minutes, you put down the can of soda. with shaky fingers, you opened the small notes, your eyes already welling up with tears. 

(y/n)--

i’m sorry that i’ve been ignoring you the past couple of weeks. trust me when i say that it hasn’t been easy for me to do, but it was necessary. i guess if you’re reading this then it means i’m gone, which kinda sucks ‘cause that means i can’t confess to you in person like i wanted to. i like you, a lot. i love you. ever since that day i saw you with the cats, i think you put a spell on me or something. jesus, this is corny. my chest feels weird when i’m around you, but in a good way. i don’t really know what else to say, but i hope you can forgive me. i’m sorry. will you keep feeding the cats behind the complex? i’ll be watching. 

-keisuke 

“yeah, i will…” you spoke in between sobs. it felt like your heart had been broken into a million little pieces, if it hadn’t been ripped apart enough already. 

“please come back, keisuke…i don’t want to have to wait until the next life…”

[hinatastinygiant]

33 | Crocodile

Pairing: Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader

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“Peke?” you whisper as the small cat walks in your direction and wanders between your legs. “What’re you doing out here?”

As the cat starts to walk back into the firehouse, you follow him. Up the stairs, you walk into the small breakroom where you intrude on a quiet conversation between two familiar people.

“Y/N?” Hinata gasps when she sees you.

Before you can even process what’s going on, both of them run up to you and throw their arms around you.

“Oh my gosh we thought you were dead!” Hinata gasps as she pulls away and starts walking over to something else.

“We were really worried,” Chifuyu adds before kissing your cheek softly.

You catch your friend smirking in the corner of the room. “You dropped your gun, you idiot. That’s why,” she says as she walks it back over to you.

“You were spying on me?” you then ask.

“Obviously. What would you do if it were one of us?” Hinata shrugs.

“Yeah, probably the same,” you nod.

Hinata grins. “Then Chifuyu came up with the idea of waiting out here. He said you probably wouldn’t go back to the store so it was either go off on our own or chance it that you’d come out this way.”

“That’s why you let Peke walk around outside?” you then question, looking in Chifuyu’s direction.

“I left the door open a bit so he’d wander in and out, staying close,” he nods. “Glad I did, too.”

“Speaking of…” Hinata hums as she hovers over a small microwave. “The bird Peke J caught is almost done cooking.”

“You’re having microwaved bird?” you laugh. The fact that it doesn’t even gross you out makes the whole situation funny to you.

“Yup. And we’re sharing with Peke so don’t complain!”

After the bird finishes spinning around in the microwave, Chifuyu splits it up for all four of you. He makes sure that Peke J gets just as much as the rest of you, too.

While you eat, you explain to the others what happened when you ran into Sanzu.

“Sanzu?! He’s really here, Y/N? So close to us…”

“Uh, should I be worried? Who is this guy?” Chifuyu shrugs as he looks between the two of you.

“He saved my life back when I used to work with him,” you begin to explain.

“And… that’s a bad thing?”

You explain to Chifuyu the details of the night when Sanzu saved your life by killing a stranger right in front of you. Your group then comes to a collective decision that you need to get out of there as soon as possible.

“I actually found an old map laying on the floor in here when we came in,” Hinata tells you as she reaches into her pocket. “Do you know how to follow these? I tried looking at it but there’s so much on it…”

When your friend passes you the map, Chifuyu makes room on the table for you to spread it out.

“Here’s the firehouse,” Chifuyu points out. “Did I ever mention this is where I used to work before, uh-“

“No,” you gasp, completely shocked. “Shit, that’s why you got the whole sleeper build thing goin’ on, huh?”

“Uh, I don’t know if I’d put it like that…”

“I would,” Hinata chimes in, giggling along with you. “How come you never mentioned it before?”

“I dunno,” he replies quickly. “Now where did you say we were heading again?”

“Uh, for the airport,” you tell him as you wonder why he’s avoiding Hinata’s simple question.

It takes him about a minute, but he soon finds it and places his finger right on top. “Looks like about an hour's walk Northwest,” he tells you both.

“Well then what’re we sitting around here waiting for? Let’s get moving,” you say as you fix the strap of your shotgun. “You guys got everything?”

“Yeah, here’s your bag, Y/N. We pulled your things together for you after you got dragged off,” Hinata explains.

“You’re a lifesaver,” you smile. “Thank you so much.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

On your hour walk Northwest, Hinata takes the lead. She tries her best to read the map while little Peke J walks beside her, acting as her copilot.

Behind her, you and Chifuyu start to talk about the lives you had before the apocalypse you’re now living in. However, you notice that he avoids the subject of his job.

Suddenly, Hinata stops short and Chifuyu bumps straight into her, being too busy looking at you instead.

“Sorry, I, uh, thought I saw something,” Hinata whispers as she shakes her head.

“What was it? A person?” Chifuyu asks as he steps out in front of her.

“No,” she shakes her head as you walk up beside her and place your hand on her shoulder.

“It’s okay, Hinata. We’re still here with you,” you gently remind her.

“Y/N, I think something’s wrong with my eyes,” she blinks as she turns her head to face you. “I swear I saw some kind of animal or something. It was weird. Like it had these big white eyes staring straight into my soul.”

“Oh fuck,” you gasp as you look right below your feet. Hinata had stepped on a dead raccoon without even noticing it. “Hinata, move back.”

When she looks down curiously, she gasps and steps back fast. Her heart rate kicks up despite your attempt to calm her down.

“Hey, it’s okay. It was already like that. You didn’t notice it, Hinata. It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry,” she shakes her head as her eyes start to swell with tears.

“No, don’t cry. It’s alright,” you hum, pulling her into a tight hug. “You didn’t notice it, it’s not your fault.”

As you hold her close, you watch Chifuyu chuck the dead animal into a garbage can nearby. On his way back, he wipes his hands on the sides of his shirt and shrugs in your direction.

You roll your eyes before letting Hinata out of your grip. “Do you think you can keep going?” you then ask your friend.

“Guess so,” she nods.

“Okay. I’ll walk right beside you. Do you want to give the map to Chifuyu?”

Hinata nods once more as she passes the map to Chifuyu. However, she hesitates slightly when she notices the drying blood on his palms and the sides of his shirt.

“Come on. We’re probably only a quarter of the way here. Longer we stay out, the more trouble we’ll find ourselves in,” Chifuyu nods as he opens the map. “Ready?”

“Nope,” you smile sarcastically in his direction as you start to walk.

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[izubabes]

Hey, Hey Lover! Jealousy, Jealousy!

Pairing: Bonten!Sanzu x collegestudent!reader, petshop!Chifuyu x collegestudent!reader

Genre: Fluff, angst

Background: Chifuyu finds it difficult to communicate his emotions. Sanzu wants to keep you safe at all costs.

Author’s Note: Hello, my loves. Thank you for all the overwhelming support and kind words! I will be updating this series weekly so keep an eye out!

Previous/Next Chapters: 1 2 3 4

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨

Chifuyu knows you enjoy his company, or so he likes to believe.

“Baby,” Chifuyu poked your cheek, attempting to steal a second of your undivided attention. He had craved your affection for hours now but respected the fact you needed to study for the upcoming exams. “You said we would make a pillow fort together and watch Kamisama Kiss."

You swatted his hand away, turning the page on your textbook rather than sparing him a glance. It was as if you had just shocked him with a ray lightning, you never rejected his touch. He swore he could hear the annoyance in your voice as you reassured him you were almost done. “I just have to read one more chapter. I promise it’s the last one.”

Meow!

“Hi, Peke J!” You squealed as the feline jumped into your lap, bringing him close to your face and littering his face with soft kisses. Chifuyu crossed his arms and turned his head away, quite literally mimicking a child whose mother had said no to buying him a toy. Why did Peke J suddenly deserve your attention? Sure, he was his beloved pet of many years but right now he was a backstabbing traitor to his master.

Chifuyu needed to be loved on too, is it too much to ask for a single hug?

You noticed how quiet your boyfriend had become, suddenly feeling guilty for being so critical earlier. You stood up from your seat, tugging on his sweater to follow you into the living room. “Okay, fine. Let's go build that fort, love.”

Achoo!

Chifuyu tugged on the thick blanket, bringing it closer to your entangled bodies. He brushed a few loose hairs away from your face, admiring the way you gazed up at him so lovingly, the light from his laptop casted a subtle glow on your beautiful features. "Are you cold, sweetheart?"

“Not anymore. You’re so sweet to me, ‘fuyu.” You mumbled, pecking his cheek before your eyes became heavy with sleep, words becoming less audible as you dozed off. "I wouldn't... trade you for anyone else..."

Chifuyu wanted his mind to fully accept those loving words for what they were truly worth, but the sickening taste of doubt lingered on his tongue.

Chifuyu knows you would never flirt with his best friend, or so he likes to believe.

The bell to the pet shop rang which signaled your incoming arrival from your last class. Chifuyu brightened up as soon as he caught sight of you at the entrance, walking over to envelop you in his arms. "I brought you lunch, 'fuyu!"

A whiny voice sighed from the register, "Must be nice... Having a pretty girl bring you food."

“Don’t pout, 'tora.” You giggled, reaching into the bag and pulling out a spare bento box, noting the tiger patterned cloth encapsuling it. You walked over and set it on the counter as his eyes widened in shock at the gesture. “I brought one just for you, too.”

“Wow!” Kazutora pulled you into a bone crushing hug, nuzzling his cheek against yours. He swore he was going to start crying over such a precious gift. No one had ever shown him such kindness before in his life. “You’re the best, Y/N! I'll make sure to eat the whole thing.”

"I know that's right!"

Your boyfriend merely smiled at the fact his best friend was able to get along well with his doting girlfriend. Internally, Chifuyu fought back the urge to separate you two, yell at his friend that only he deserved your homecooked food, he was supposed to be the one who exclusively shared meals with you.

"I would marry you in a heartbeat," Kazutora groaned midbite at the harmonious flavors dancing on his tastebuds. "If I could eat your cooking every day."

Chifuyu fought back the revolting sense of envy brewing in his chest, a monstrous hurricane barreled through his heart, stripping it of its tenderness and leaving nothing but chaos in its wake.

Chifuyu knows he deserves to be with you, or so he likes to believe.

Pah-Chin's wedding seemed like the perfect opportunity for Chifuyu to be able to introduce you to his friends. He was not expecting the table to lose their minds at the sight of you, immediately asking questions and providing sly compliments about how beautiful you are.

Draken was the first to speak, offering you a welcoming smile that made you feel at ease. “You’re Chifuyu’s wifey? Never thought I’d see the day he'd get a girl. Nice to meet you.”

For an unknown reason, Draken's playful remark caused the flames of insecurity to rise once again. Did he think you were out of his league? The words replayed on loop inside his head, acting like a corrosive river of acid, turning his thoughts into mush and poisoning his emotions.

“Wifey? I’m still in college…” You trailed off, avoiding the intense gazes from the rest of the group, who gawked at you and then redirected their eyes to your boyfriend. A simple misunderstanding quickly spiraled into a show of theatrics from one moment to the next.

“How old are you?!” Takemichi shouted, horrified at the idea that his best friend was potentially dating someone fresh out of high school. He shook your boyfriend violently, who barely able to get a word out in between the constant berating from the overdramatic male. “Chifuyu, you’re such a dirty old man!”

“Hey Takemichi, cut it out!" Kazutora shushed him, noting the irritated stares of the weddinggoers at the neighboring tables. Chifuyu wished he could save himself from the humiliation he was experiencing at the moment, he could feel everyone's eyes on your body. "You can’t ask a woman how old she is!”

“I’m Hina,” She introduced herself politely, gripping her lover by the ear, her smile was pure, and she radiated absolute kindness. “This is my loudmouth boyfriend Takemichi. It is so nice to meet you!”

The table calmed down as soon as you clarified you were in your early twenties just like the rest of them. The reason for your ongoing status as a student was due to the fact you had taken breaks in between semesters in order to work. Takemichi's constant apologies made you giggle at the sight which Chifuyu did not appreciate at all.

"Y/N, you have such a beautiful figure!" Hina complimented, nudging you playfully to which you replied with a shy expression of gratitude. She gushed over your humbleness, excited at the fact she was making a new friend at the same time. "You need to share your skincare routine with me, too."

“Chifuyu, you better put a ring on her finger before someone snatches her up." Draken chimed in, putting an arm around his shoulder. He stiffened at the contact, merely nodding in response in order to avoid making a snarky remark. Draken chuckled, "I'm kidding. She's gorgeous, though. Take care of her."

The weight in his mind only grew heavier, threatening to crush his sense of rationality. He knew he trusted you with his whole being, but the doubts of your love clouded his thoughts. He hated feeling this way and he knew it was wrong to believe you would ever think about leaving him for someone else.

"It was nice meeting you all," You waved, parting with group at the end of the night as they promised to meet up with you soon. "I really enjoyed meeting your friends, 'fuyu. Hina and I even made plans to go shopping soon."

"Yeah?" Chifuyu replied, pressing his lips to your forehead, ignoring the gnawing teeth of insecurity in his chest. "I'm glad."

You could immediately tell something was off due to the curt replies he was giving you. It was out of character for him considering he had gone on and on before the wedding about how his friends were absolutely fantastic people. "Are you okay, babe?"

"I'm just tired."

Chifuyu knows how to handle his alcohol, or so he likes to believe.

Coming to this party on campus was an absolute mistake despite Chifuyu's insistence that he and Kazutora wanted to attend. Your boyfriend had started gulping down shots and mixed drinks nonstop as you begged him to slow down his drinking. You had only added fuel to the fire by asking Chifuyu why he was glaring down every single person who even dared to brush past you. The question held no malice behind it as you only wanted clarity behind his actions but to Chifuyu it was as if you had slapped him with a searing hand.

“I’m your boyfriend," Chifuyu slurred, jabbing an accusatory finger into your chest, no different than ramming it straight into your heart with a steel knife. The scent of liquor in his breath stung as you breathed it in, becoming sick of it. "You could at least act like you have one!”

The blaring music reached a halt as his outburst caught the stares of the people surrounding you who immediately broke into whispers regarding what the fight was over. It was humiliating having dozens of unfamiliar eyes peering into one of your vulnerable moments, the pressure to react was overwhelming as you ran away from the crowd into the secluded backyard area.

“Go away,” You sniffled, feeling a presence sitting next to you.

“You know I can’t do that." Mizuki said, offering you a pitiful smile. He had followed outside after watching the drama unfold in the crowded room. "For what it's worth, everyone inside is either drunk or high out of their minds."

“You have got to be fuckin' joking,” Chifuyu cut in from behind, stomping over to your area and gripping your wrist with an iron-clad hold. He had come in an attempt to apologize but that single thought was out the window as soon as he saw who was keeping you company outside. He pulled you away, walking towards the front of the house. “We’re going home, now.”

“Chifuyu, stop!” You cried, unable to recognize the man standing in front of you as your boyfriend, he was terrifying and cruel, nothing like the doting sweetheart he was normally. Chifuyu was always docile, the living definition of a golden retriever, gentle and obedient. "Why are you doing this?"

Kazutora sprinted to the scene of the ongoing feud as you burst into broken sobs. He reassured you that everything would be okay, everyone will be too wasted to remember anything, it was a stupid fight that held no significance to the partygoers.

"I'm taking both of you home," He said, throwing a furious glare at Chifuyu, who was too drunk to comprehend how much he had royally fucked up. He was more infuriated at the fact Kazutora was the one calming you down from your emotional breakdown and comforting you when it should be him.

The car ride harbored a deafening silence the entire way back to the apartment complex. Kazutora helped maneuver Chifuyu inside, who was still too intoxicated to walk properly on his own. "Now handle this in private like adults."

Chifuyu knows how to handle his jealously, or so he likes to believe.

“I’m sorry,” Chifuyu mumbled, sobering up once he was back in his apartment, heartbroken as you sat on the far end of the couch, wounded eyes refusing to meet his own. "You know I love you, right?"

You scoffed at him, offended at the way he believed love bombing would be an escape from the situation. “Funny way of showing it, Matsuno. I'm going home."

You gathered your backpack, no longer in the mood to sleepover at your boyfriend's apartment. Chifuyu stood up, trailing behind you as you headed for the door, slurring apologies and half drunken protests. "Y/N, Y/N! Don't leave, baby. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for acting like a jealous asshole. Please stay, please?"

His heart dropped at the sight of your hand on the doorknob, slightly twisting it before becoming still. You sighed, turning to face him with a gloomy expression before speaking, “How do you think I felt seeing you act like that? You seriously think I don’t get jealous too?”

He was stunned. Surely you were joking, right? You, jealous? There was never day where the thought crossed his mind. He always assumed you never cared for anyone's opinions regarding your relationship nor his appearance.

You started going on a rant explaining the gossip you overheard everyday while walking through the university. Dramatic high-pitched voices with lovestruck expressions. “I can't believe Y/N is dating Matsuno! Matsuno is so hot! Matsuno could rail me any day!”

Chifuyu scoffed at the last remark, biting back an amused grin at the way you flushed at the last sentence. He found it adorable how you rolled your eyes and huffed at his reaction, annoyed at the fact he was enjoying you getting flustered. “Y-You get the point, 'fuyu.”

He perked up instantly, wrapping you in his arms and peppering your face with light kisses. He was eternally grateful you let him hold you close despite the fight you had earlier. "I'm back to 'fuyu, now?"

"For now, at least. You can apologize by cuddling with me."

Chifuyu was dozing off on your chest as your hands delicately played with the soft strands of his hair. He wanted to stay in your arms forever, the loving warmth you radiated from within was pure bliss. His sleepy lids opened up at the sound of your whispering voice, admiring how ethereal you appeared. “Hey, you wanna know a secret? You were my first kiss.”

"Don't tell me that," Chifuyu buried his face into your neck, remembering exactly how he had become your first kiss on that fateful day several months ago. The overwhelming embarrassment never left his memories, becoming a permanent reaction to every time he thought about it. "Y/N, I literally won't be able to sleep now."

The vibrations of your laughter echoed through your chest causing the butterflies in his stomach to flutter incessantly. Teasing Chifuyu was always one of your favorite pastimes, he always had the cutest reactions to your words. “Oh yeah? Guess what else, you are my first boyfriend, too.”

"Mhm..." His embrace became a bit loose as he snuggled deeper into your body, succumbing to deep sleep as you yawned at the late hour. Chifuyu reminded you of a child, only able to be lulled to sleep through kind words and a reassuring touch.

"Night, 'fuyu." You placed a gentle kiss atop his head, gradually becoming sleepier yourself by the second. “You are the person I will gladly give all my first times to.”

Chifuyu knows how much you love him, a fact he would never question ever again.

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮

Sanzu knows the Bonten executives would never steal what belongs to him, or so he likes to believe.

A knock at the front door caught your attention while you waited for your boyfriend to get out of the shower. You hesitated, remembering Sanzu had told you to never open the door unless he was with you without elaborating on the reason why. The knocking persisted as you decided to go against his earlier wishes and answer the door.

Ran smiled politely, amused at the fact he had come face to face with Sanzu's sweet girlfriend. "Hello there, gorgeous. Is loverboy here?"

You instantly recognized the Haitani brothers, remembering how they intervened with the Kaito situation previously. They were Sanzu's friends, right? "Of course, come inside!"

"Who are you talking to, babe?" Sanzu asked, stepping out of the bathroom with a towel on his head. He felt his heart drop into his stomach as he realized who you had let into his home. He could sense his patience start to waver as soon as he locked eyes with the pair of siblings knowing they were up to no good. "Oh fuck, what do you want?"

Sanzu was livid, he only wanted to spend the evening alone with you as he had caught a break from Bonten's activities, and you had a night off from studying. He spent the evening grumbling next to you on the couch, a protective arm around your waist, as you made conversation with the siblings.

“Tell us how you met Sanzu, pretty girl.”

Sanzu bit his tongue back at the fact Ran felt comfortable enough to call you by a nickname. The sparks of jealously ignited at the way you became flustered, he wanted nothing more than to kick the executive's teeth in, gouge his eyes out for the way he kept raking his gaze across your body.

“It’s so embarrassing,” You groaned, leaning back into the couch as he placed a lingering kiss on your cheek, asserting his possessiveness to the irritating intruders. "I met Haru on campus in between my classes. I had him pretend to be my boyfriend in order to scare off my stalker."

“Wait," Rindou scoffed, glaring at Sanzu for a couple of seconds before returning his attention back to you. "You met him while he was dealing dru—?"

Sanzu cut off the conversation, creating an excuse for you to get out of the living room. His hot breath sent shivers up your spine as he leaned in close to your ear, a soft tone lacing his words. "Hey love, I think your phone is ringing. Why don't you go see who it is?"

Once he was sure you were out of earshot, Sanzu grabbed Rindou by the collar of his shirt, pulling him in close to meet his infuriated eyes. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Trying to give her a fuckin' heart attack?"

Ran chuckled, becoming intrigued at Sanzu's change in behavior. He glanced towards the hallway, making sure you wouldn't be able to overhear the conversation. "I'm assuming your sweet little girlfriend doesn't know about what you do exactly."

"Her pajamas are cute," Rindou chimed, glancing up Sanzu with a mischievous grin. He leaned in close, violet eyes narrowing as he spoke again in a low voice. "Wonder how pretty she'd be if she let me take them off. Have her sweet lips screaming my name."

"Back the fuck off, asshole." Sanzu’s voice warned, venom lacing his words as he tightened his grip on the shirt. He was ready for blood to spill, preferably Rindou's if he kept pushing it. The younger Haitani winced at the tightness beginning to pinch at his throat, slowly cutting off his air supply. "You better not lay a finger on Y/N."

Ran stood up, pulling the two apart before the tension could escalate any further. He dragged him towards the door as Rindou whined childishly, begging to be let go. "That's enough, brother. Now, let's let Sanzu get back to his lovely evening."

As soon as the door closed, Sanzu headed to the kitchen to search for a pill that would calm his raging nerves. He hated getting high when he knew you were around, but he didn't know any other way to face his emotions. He hated keeping the beast inside of his heart

"Haru?" You returned to the living room a few minutes later, noticing the lack of noise coming from the area. Sanzu was deep in thought, sitting on the couch and unaware of your presence until you came and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Where did your friends go?"

"Come here, sweetheart." He pulled you into his lap, peppering your neck and face with kisses, lightly nipping at the skin with his teeth. Your laughter was a symphony to his ears, and he wanted to hear more.

"That tickles, Haru!"

Sanzu knows how to get his way every single time, or so he likes to believe.

Ocean eyes bore into your yours, flooding your mind with thoughts of how absolutely beautiful they were. Sanzu's scarred lips placed fleeting kisses on your hands as held them against his cheek. “Move in with me, lovely. Please, I promise it’ll be fun.”

You pulled away, avoiding the way he stared at you like a kicked puppy. “Haru, I like having my own space. Now let me finish my homework."

Those were not the words he wanted to hear. He needed to have you close, it was the only way he could keep you safe. He wanted to wake up with you in his arms every morning, he wanted to carry you to bed if you fell asleep while studying. He wanted to come home to your open arms and the sweet taste of your lips.

"You can have your own room, baby. Please, stay with me. I can arrange that for you." Sanzu knew he had to press the issue a bit harder, slowly get you to submit to his pleas, he knew you were weak for once he started to beg. “Didn’t your neighbor's apartment get broken into last week? It's too dangerous for you to live there, doll."

You snorted, “That's because he left his door unlocked, duh.”

"How do you know?" Sanzu pouted, slightly annoyed at fact you weren't comprehending the seriousness of the matter. He could remember the countless number of times you had also left the door unlocked before heading out for class. One time he showed up to surprise you and he was greeted with your apartment having the front door wide open with you nowhere in sight.

"I asked him about it," You replied, highlighting a line of information in your book.

Him? Who the fuck is 'him'?

Sanzu knows how to separate childhood acquaintances from potential rivals, or so he likes to believe.

He never wanted you to step foot inside of the Bonten headquarters, fearing it would corrupt your untainted personality just by breathing in the crime-ridden air. He had warned the executives prior to his arrival to not show their faces unless they wanted to lose a limb. He would take no chances when it came to keeping his precious lady safe and untouched by the vile murderers he worked with.

“Mikey, is that you?" Sanzu noticed how your eyes grew wide at the sight of his leader, sprinting towards him and engulfing him in a warm hug. He remembered how he had been told before that you were childhood friends but never to what extent. "It’s been forever! I’m even taller than you now, huh?”

Mikey blinked a few times before reciprocating the sudden affection, relieved to be held gently for once. “Hey… I'm not that short. Nice to see you again, Y/N.”

"Are you the one who keeps asking for more pastries? I know Haru hardly has a giant sweet tooth.”

“I am,” Mikey smirked, a mischievous glint in his onyx eyes. “You have a gift.”

"We should catch up," You said, unknowingly inviting one of Japan's most wanted criminals into your home. Sanzu swore you were too naive for this world, casually leaving yourself vulnerable to be corrupted or be put in danger. "Haru is always over at my apartment, he should bring you by sometime!"

Sanzu knows how to keep his manic emotions in check, or so he likes to believe.

"Y/N, I love you... You know? I'll always find you whether in this life or the next..."

He never meant to call you this late, but his insecurities kept yelling at him to voice his inner thoughts. He needed to hear your voice say you would never abandon him. He never wanted to see you fall in love with another man. He would give up his life, body and soul just to be guaranteed you two would be happy together.

He never expected you to burst through his front door, screaming out his name and asking if he hear could you. He could sense the urgency in your footsteps as you found him slumped in his bed, pink hair matted to his forehead with sweat, uneven breaths penetrating his chest in an attempt to gather air.

"Haru, please look at me.” You cupped his face, staring into his dilated pupils, immediately putting the puzzle pieces together. Your hands began to roam his body, searching his pockets for a bottle or a packet that indicated what poison he decided to ingest. "What did you take, Haruchiyo!?"

"Nothing, angel. Just something, something for my head..." He lied, unable to focus on your panicked words. He attempted to stand up but the floor began to sway under his feet, his body felt lighter than the air, the last words he could hear was you pleading with him to stay awake.

An hour later, he could see straight and clearly hear the quiet sniffles coming from your anguished figure. A silver bullet pierced his heart, mangling it into bloody shreds as he knew he was the reason behind your tears. He had fought endlessly to keep the chaos his head from spilling out, but it had won, destroying every ounce of happiness in his life.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," Sanzu mumbled from the other side of the bed. He had come down from his high, now being able to process the consequences of his episode. "I never wanted you to see this. See me, the real me. The one who can't function without being high as shit.”

"This is wrong," Sanzu said, more to himself to than to you. The thoughts in his head kept lashing out at him, presenting various scenarios where he would hurt you or worse. He held his face in hands, shaking violently as he attempts to gather his words into coherent sentences. "I'm—I'm going to ruin you... and that's the last thing I ever want from happening."

"I adore you, Haruchiyo." You pulled him into your arms, cradling his head in your chest while your hands lovingly stroked his hair, calming him down enough to be able to look at you. The honey laced words tumbling from your lips brought a line of tears to his eyes which began to free fall as he accepted the weight behind them. "I love you. I love you, so much. Just as you are."

Sanzu absolutely knows it will be you and him, always and forever.

[atsumwah]

home is with you

featuring : hanemiya kazutora

includes : f! reader, fluff, mentions of tora's past, chifuyu being best boiiiii

notes : HAPPY BIRTHDAY TORA MI LOVE <333 i love this man to pieces and i'll make it everyone's problem as long as im here <333 also this is my piece for @mrskodzuken the home collab which you can find right here ! thank you for letting me participate love !!! i enjoyed writing this sm (and it's also my firsr tokyorev piece here wooooo ) p.s I'll fix everything in the morning gn for now <33

the sight of a messy living room filled with boxes would automatically make someone feel annoyed or irritated that they had to clean it up sooner or later, but for kazutora it brought him comfort. something inside of him fluttered the more he looked around, the more the once empty spaces got filled with more things, the more he realized the reality of having a true home is coming true.

looking back, home was a place he dread coming back to. home was where endless screaming matches between his parents took place, where he would get bruises when he did not satisfy his parents' needs, where he crashes for sleep after getting into fights at school, where four walls kept him safe in times he felt like the world was against him. home was nothing more than a prison, a much worse one than where he's actually been to.

even after moving in with chifuyu after he was released, it was nothing more than a place to crash at night before waking up the next day to go in for work.

home never really had a meaning— until he met you.

you, the clumsy customer who stumbled in one rainy day with your whole body soaked from head to toe. you, the one who came in crying because you lost your cat on the way to the park near the pet shop and couldn't find him in the rain. you, the one he helped with finding your cat only for it to be hiding behind the store this whole time. you, the one who invited him out for lunch after that as a sign of thanks. you, the one he started to grow fond of the more you asked him to hang out. you, someone he was actually scared of falling in love with.

how could he not? he's done so many bad things in life that he never thought he'd actually fall in love with someone, or someone could actually love him back.

so when you came into the shop one day and bluntly told him about your feelings, he froze. this was too good to be true. he was waiting for you to say it was a joke or something— it had to be.

you didn't.

instead, you stood there, patiently expecting an answer from him. part of him wished he was as bold as you to admit to your feelings out loud, not really thinking about the consequences afterwards. but he couldn't not think about it. he's spent ten years thinking about what one action did to most of his teenage years so.

"i'm sorry," he remembers telling you, "i can't."

"can i ask why?"

"you don't want to be in a relationship with me, trust me. it's better this way."

"better for who exactly?" you tilted your head to the side, innocently waiting for another answer.

how was he supposed to say he didn't want his reputation to stick with you too?

"It's better this way," he repeats, turning his back to you, "i gotta go."

and with that he left you, hoping his lack of response would throw you off. for a while, he tried avoiding you or at least minimised your contract. you were a regular at the vet next door and frequent his and chifuyu's pet shop a lot. anyways, the keyword was tried.

"you." chifuyu jabbed him in the chest accusingly. "what did you do?"

"what are you on about?" he asked.

"what's going on between you and y/n?"

his body tensed at the sound of your name only to relax when he remembers it's all his fault to begin with."It's none of your business, fuyu."

"of course it is, you both are my friends and even peke j can sense the awkward tension between you two, " he huffs, "is it because of her confession? is that why you're avoiding her? i thought you liked her too."

"you knew about that?" he whipped his head towards the blackette with wide eyes.

"i told her to go for it." chifuyu crossed his arms, feeling proud about that. "well you wouldn't, so someone had to. she really likes you dude. i thought you did too.

" i do." he admits it out loud for the first time ever, "but she deserves better. she doesn't deserve someone like…me."

"that's what you're worried about?"

both of the men's head turned towards the front entrance where you stood.

"you don't know my past." he started, hoping it would be the end of this painful discussion, at least painful for him. "you don't know about the things i've done."

"i don't need to know your past." you say instead. "or at least, not yet. not unless you want me too. look, i don't know the tora you were before. i only know of the tora i know now and i'm pretty sure i want to get to know him more. so will you let me be the judge of that?"

the sincerity in your words swayed him and made him cave, letting you in slowly into his guarded heart.

and that was the start of it all.

the start of him finally opening up to someone that didn't run away or was disgusted by his past actions. the start of being comforted when he was lost, of being loved when he felt unloved all his life. the start of a new beginning and he was happy it was with you.

even now, a year and half in your relationship, you both are taking the next big step of your life : moving in together. looking around the apartment you both bought together held something really special in his heart.

the sounds of footsteps approaching woke him up from his daze. kazutora turned around and smiled when he saw you at the foot of the door.

"i thought i told you i'd be carrying them upstairs." he made his way towards you and took the box you were carrying easily into his arms instead.

"well you were taking so long," you pouted, "and for the record, i can do it. 's'not that hard."

"and i'm proud of you." he kisses your pout away before putting the last of the boxes at the side of the room.

"looks like we got a lot to do, huh?" you said, arms on your hips as you took in the surroundings. "alright, why don't we start with—"

your boyfriend stopped you by grabbing your arm and pulling you close to him. "let's take a break first, hmm?"

kazutora left no room for you to protest when he snakes his arms over your waist to pull your body flush to his. the adorable squeak you let out at the sudden close proximity didn't go unnoticed by the man. honestly, he'd never get tired of anything coming out of you.

"fine but just a short one. we still have a lot to do, you know." you caved within his touch, relaxing in his hold as his body guided you to a soft sway.

"i'm really happy we did this."

"yeah?" you peered up at him, resting your chin on his chest to look up to him more. "me too. i can't wait to see what your actual bedhead looks like. fuyu said it scared the heck out of him when you lived there."

"ugh, snitch much. and it's not that bad. i'll prove it."

you gently ran your hand through his locks, "you seriously need to tell me your secret though. its so soft."

"i'll tell you anything you wanna know, baby." he leans into your touch, feeling relaxed as you gently massaged his scalp.

"and i can't wait to pry every little secret you have now that i get you all to myself for every hour of the day." you pecked his lips one last time before untangling yourself from his hold. "alright c'mon babe, we got a lot to do if we're gonna call this home."

he disagrees. it doesn't matter how the apartment looks or what's filled in it.

he's always at home when he's with you.

[megumishousewife]

Sharing A Bed With the Tokyo Revengers Cast

Takemichi

Bro is so awkward, He’ll probably start crying be crying because he’s thinking about Hina beating his ass

He’s the type to either let you have 70% of the bed or he’ll just sleep on the floor

Yes, he’s the cuddling type, but you’re not Hina so your chances of that happening is slim to none.

My friend doesn’t care if you need to have more pillows. He’s so generous, he might just give them to you

He’s not a kicker, but Michi isn’t the best sleeper either. He’s a toss-and-turner due to all of the flashes of the future, past, or he’s just having a dream about Hina

Overall, he’s an 8.5, a very nice dude to sleep with, but you might end up having the bed to yourself

Baji

You’ve probably made the worst decision in your entire life

Baji is very 50/50. I feel like he doesn’t sleep much, but when he does, Baji sleeps like a baby

YALL CUDDLING WITH PEKE J >>> The cat absolutely adores you

Speaking of Peke J, he’ll cuddle up with you and sleep by your legs or finds a way to snuggle with you while you are sleeping

Depending on how much Baji likes you, you could possibly end up having extra covers. I’m convinced his room is somewhat cool due to him leaving his window open for Peke J or any other stray cat that wants to enter into his room 

He’s not sleeping on the floor….unless you’re on Chifuyu-level of friendship. Speaking of Chifuyu, you guys have sleepovers with each other and argue about who’ll take Baji’s bed like HE’S not the one who lives there

Mikey

No just no…my friend Mikey….you might as well sleep on the couch

I BET HIS BED HAS CRUMBS ON IT!!!! (sorry Mikey stans)But, I see Manjiro as the cuddling type. He’ll even make sure you have enough room on the bed for you!Kicker, I mean, BIG KICKER! Be careful, those legs are vicious.For the most part…he’s fairly okay. I’d advise you to use the restroom before sleeping because his legs WILL wrap around you within ten minutes or less

Draken

He’s a gentleman, you might as well have the bed for yourself

But if you happen to share a bed with him, he’ll make sure you have your side of the bed and he has his side

Draken isn’t the type to be very touchy-feely with his friends, but he will respect your personal space

If you want to cuddle…you might have to be on Mikey-level/ Emma-level relationship

Mitsuya

You’d have to feel comfortable with sharing a bed with two extra, little people because I promise you, Luna and Mina will be in the bed with you

His sisters absolutely adore you! During their after school naps, they’ll ask you to cuddle with them and hum a lullaby

Mitsuya will always make sure you’re always comfortable, even if his little sisters are pestering you (knowing good and well you enjoy them so much)

Also, Mitsuya really isn’t even thought of! His sisters just took you in themselves

Hakkai

My nervous little baby, DON’T TOUCH HIM IF YOU’RE A GIRL!

He’ll spazz out because he’s nervous and overwhelmed by your presence. And, he’s already nervous when he talks to girls then YOU TOUCHED HIM!? He’s passing out-

Hakkai may be stuttering the whole time you’re napping, talking to himself. But, if he has a crush on you, he’d be dead silent the whole time

You’ll get settled, yes, but you watching a movie with Hakkai nervously get the bed ready makes you think he needs an asthma pump

Nahoya (Smiley)

Are you even getting a nap?

I bet Smiley and Angry shares a room and all they do is argue about ANYTHING

Souta: Why is Y/N sleeping with you? Do they think you’re better than me?

Nahoya: Little brother, it’s not a big deal! If anything happens to them, I’ll be there to save them!

Lowkey, you would just alternate between them, so you don’t see why Nahoya is gloating

Yeah, Angry might be slightly annoyed that you are with his brother tho

To be honest, Nagoya might kick you out of the bed. He’s the type to fight in his sleep so he’s a kicker (or a puncher) like Mikey

One time, you woke up and saw him smiling in his sleep. You didn’t know whether or not to be concerned or just think this was a normal thing (Souta confirmed that it means his brother is having a good dream or he’s fighting in his dream. He also finds it bizarre, but got used to it)

Souta (Angry)

HE’S SO HAPPY! (Even though he still has a slight angry face) Angry sees it as a sleepover so he’ll be happy to have a friend  there

If he is super nervous, he might not want to snuggle with you, but you could probably convince him if you know him well

Enjoys watching movies before going to sleep with you. Usually, he doesn’t care that much about genre but horror movies are a hard NO for him. He’ll watch them for you but when a jumpscare happens, he’ll hide in your shoulder or your chest

Chifuyu

He’s also a happy bean when you ask to share a bed with him

He’ll make sure you’re comfortable and he’ll provide all the cuddles and kisses! Whatever you want

You’ll probably be half asleep and hear him mashing buttons to a video game or exclaiming/ gasping at a romance manga. Also, he’ll read a romance manga (with voice acting) to you while you sleep if you ask him

Not to be weird, but he enjoys watching you sleep. You look so peaceful and that makes him feel relaxed

I bet he’s the type to play with your hair as you sleep (what a sweetheart!)

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Open Doors (Part 1): Chifuyu Matsuno x Fem!Reader

synopsis: Baji is dead. The tug on Chifuyu's heart isn't gone after twelve years, not by a long shot. But when he meets you, he seeks redemption, if only in the thought that he should be able to save you from anything and everything. Including yourself.

wc: 1.3k

tw: yandere!chifuyu, smut

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Chifuyu feels the twilight in his bones.

Early mornings and late nights are what his life has come to. And while he lives these years with only one regret, he does not regret waking up to watch the sky begin its parade of colors. He wonders what Baji would think - would he be proud of how Chifuyu has chosen to live his life? Or would he be disappointed?

Chifuyu doesn't know the answer. Peke J hops off the bed and onto the ground, stretching his bones as Chifuyu slides out from under the sheets. Another day, another... something.

Brush your teeth. Shower. Put something on. Make breakfast. Turn on the TV. Remember to feed Peke J before you leave. Turn off the TV. Lock the door behind you.

With keys in hand, Chifuyu jogs down the stairs of his stoop, taking one last look at his apartment before taking the first step of his morning walk. He usually keeps his hands in his pockets and doesn't take too much time looking at others, but today feels different. Maybe it's because it's been exactly twelve years since Baji passed. Even though there are days when the burden feels lighter, he can recall with perfect clarity the last moments of his friend's life on demand.

It plagues him at times, the images, that is. Chifuyu feels like recovery from that day is only a downward spiral into "should have, could have, would have" moments, but nothing can change. He knows this.

Warm fingers find the door to the shop and yank it open. The lights are already on, and his co-worker is hard at work stocking the shelves.

"You're here early," Chifuyu murmurs, setting his keys on the front counter. "Couldn't sleep?"

"Never can," Kazutora mutters, not making eye contact. "Thought I'd make the best of it."

"Yeah," Chifuyu replies, sighing. "I get it."

The shop has been busy, and for all the right reasons. Costumes are flying off shelves, treats, matching outfits... it's all perfect. Even Kazutora's mood seems to be lighter because he calls out to him when someone brings their Maltipoo in to model their new outfit. These days bring a smile to his face, even though they're laced with sadness.

Ding-ding-ding.

"Welcome in," Chifuyu says automatically, and he looks up. You stroll into the shop, your eyes automatically narrowing in on the leashes toward the back.

Maybe it's the way you don't even respond to his kindness, or it's because you're definitely not wearing a bra under that sweatshirt, but Chifuyu stops all motion entirely. Forget the customers milling about aimlessly, hoping to be helped. Forget about the way Kazutora sees you, sees him, and then sees you for real. Forget it all.

"Um, sir?" a voice calls out, and Chifuyu looks down at a tyke holding a bag of dog treats.

"Let me ring you up." And Chifuyu beeps and scans and "that'll be fourteen-hundred yen," raising up on his tip-toes to watch you finger one leash, then another, perhaps testing the material. The kid slaps down a bill and four coins and walks out without a receipt because he doesn't need one, and Chifuyu turns away to begin watching your research project in the back of his store, entirely missing the kid reaching into the bag to bite off a bit of dog treat on the way home.

You test each leash, your breasts slightly jiggling at you tug on the leather one. Chifuyu can feel the breath escaping his lungs as his gaze travels down to your hardened nipples - you naughty little thing. The sweatshirt material is too thin to actually be any protection, obviously. Your eyes glaze over as you tug on the final one, then give a hum of appreciation.

Of course, you would like the striped one, Chifuyu thinks while tucking his bottom lip past his teeth. Another thought passes through his mind, one that sticks a little more firmly than the idea of you needing it for your pet. Maybe you needed it for yourself...

And suddenly, you're struggling to lift it off of the hook. It's too high for you, too out of reach, and as you jump a little to try to retrieve it, Chifuyu sees you jumping for something else in his mind's eye.

"You're going to have to catch it," he teases, holding your bra high. You give another little jump, grunting softly as you pout.

"No fair," you whine. Chifuyu chuckles, then pulls you closer to him, feeling your nipples rub against his chest.

"Life ain't fair sometimes, sweets." And then he'd reach down and play with your breasts before popping them in his mouth and riding you seventy ways to Sunday.

But in reality, you're still jumping, miles away from him, and how he'd like to have you jumping all day long--

"Do you need some help?" Kazutora's voice breaks through the filth and Chifuyu looks away just as you turn, your cheeks reddened with exertion. It's easy for his co-worker to pull the leash free and hand it to you with a smile. But Chifuyu would be the final stop before you left the shop.

"Find everything you need?" he asks, a little out of breath.

"Had a little trouble getting it off the hook, but yeah... I think I found everything." Chifuyu scans the item, placing it in a bag before announcing,

"That'll be one thousand yen." You take out a credit card - with your name on it - and Chifuyu presses a few buttons on his machine before turning it to face you. You slide the card, sign your name, and press "print receipt." He knows this because the machine beside him whirrs to life and spits out the thin white paper. "With you or in the bag?" A quick glance proves fruitful - y/n l/n - and you pause, whispering, "um," before motioning for it to go in the bag.

"We have a thirty-day return policy," Chifuyu adds, suddenly moved to inform you of the standard procedures of his store. "If it doesn't work out, you can always bring it back within thirty days. After that, it's store credit."

"Okay," you beam, and he catches the symmetry of your mouth. It's such a beautiful, pink mouth that seems to move around syllables delicately - where an "okay" would be harsh... he finds it's almost melodic in your tone. "What about exchanges?"

You bit the bait.

"Just come back with the item and the receipt, and I'm sure we can get it sorted out for you."

"Are you sure?" you tease, pulling the leash out of the bag. "Even if it's torn or frayed?"

Now, why would you ask that? Chifuyu wonders, his thoughts going Elsewhere again. "That's totally fine."

"Thanks for the heads up. I'm sure I'll be back if things go awry."

"Just look for me, and I'll help you out."

"You're here every day..." You look down at his name tag for the first time. "Chifuyu?"

"I own the place," he laughs, leaning forward. "And you are...?" As if he doesn't already know.

"Y/n," you offer quickly. "Thanks for the help."

"No problem." You give him one more smile - this one seems to have a little extra something to it - and walk out of the store before jaywalking across the street. He watches you duck into another shop; you're on errands and disappear before turning back to the cash register and repeating your name in his head.

Chifuyu's mind still isn't clear when he hears Kazutora yell,

"You forgot to give her a loyalty card."

"She'll be back," Chifuyu calls out confidently. He could see the playfulness in your eyes, the way you jutted your hip out a bit when talking about bringing the leash back practically destroyed. You want him. And he wants you. "I'm sure of it."

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Pek- sorry... Ronaldinho is living every fangirl's dream having Chifuyu, Ryusei, and Baji foghting over who owns 'em. He really out there living the Y/N life, wakui is really keeping up with the fandom.

-🦋 anon (if u don't mind)

Might as well just change Peke j/ Ronaldinho/ excaliburs name to y/n at this point. This cat really just gets to hug everyone, you're so right he truly is living his best life.

[ff-imagines]

Oh snap you're opened. Welcome back! Can you please do the nsfw alphabet for peking duck? I really like your writing!

Peking duck: nsfw alphabet

Minors dni xoxo

A - aftercare

The best at it, honestly. Might seriously cry a little afterwards lmao. You don’t have to ask for anything because he’s already thought ahead and is shoving everything you could need your way. It might get a little ridiculous with how careful he is with you, he doesn’t mean to baby you, he’s just terrified of hurting you. If you’re sore at all he feels incredibly guilty, even if there is a tiny part of him that twinges in pride when you remind him you’d asked for a rough treatment and, well, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t give you exactly what you asked so nicely for.

B - body part

Of yours, it’s more a question of what he doesn't like. If he had to make a choice, he’d say your stomach. It’s good to lay his head on it, and it’s one of the softest parts of your body so it’s nice and warm. He’d die before he admitted it but some nights he goes a bit harsher than usual, splaying his hand across your stomach and feeling how deep his cock is inside you as he thrusts- it drives him insane really.

He also loves your hands, always wants to be holding you hand, especaily during sex. Will pin you down in a loving way by lacing his fingers with yours above your head.

On himself? Definitely his hair. Playing with his hair and giving him a scalp massage makes him feel some type of way. Sit in his lap while you run your nails across his scalp and he’ll bury his nose in the crook of your neck and moan for you, whatever happens next is up to you babes xoxo

C - cum

It’s not a crazy amount but it’s pretty thick. You can’t tell me he doesn’t have a big ass breeding kink. What can he say, Peking Dad is a family man! Just the thought of cumming deep inside you has him thrusting all that harder. Beg him to cum inside you, I dare you. You’ll see a side to him that’s much more feral than you’ve ever seen this sweet man. Would 100% cum inside and buck into you just a bit longer to fuck any cum that’s slipped past his cock back inside you.

D - dirty secret

He wants to take pictures of you while in your blissed out state. He loves you so stupidly much, he’s already got tons and tons of pictures of you going about your daily life. He’s the type to see a cat asleep and go “what a rare moment I must capture it forever” and that stays true with his beloved. If you’d let him, he’d love to make some… home videos with you, ones he’d definitely come back to rewatch to the point where your whines are committed to memory like the lyrics to his favourite song.

E - experience

I’d say he’s not a green bean with sex. I don’t think he’s been around the block either. He’s probably opened up such intimacy with a few others before just to test the waters, but hasn’t really felt passionate about opening that part of himself back up for quite some time. He’d most likely fumble a bit to begin with as he recalls the motions.

F - favorite position

Whatever yours is! He’s the definition of a true switch, let him soft dom you or treat him how you like, it’s up to you!

If he had to pick, he’s most likely a sucker for when you’re on his lap. No matter if he’s in charge or not, he just loves to look up and see the way your face scrunches when he bucks and hits that one spot inside you that makes your mind vacate.

G - goofy

Not…. Really? He’s accidentally goofy by saying something super out of place during intimate moments or by fretting over something you wouldn’t even think to be worried over. You could have his cock buried so deep in your insides will feel like they’ve molded to the shape of his dick and he’d stop and ask if you remembered to turn the oven off lmao

H- hair

On himself he mostly trims to keep it simple but like, that’s it. He’s got a light happy trail that he doesn’t really trim since it’s not that thick, it doesn’t really bother him.

On you, he literally doesn’t care. Shave or don’t, he’s your personal cheerleader either way.

I- intimacy

It’s his expertise, your honour! He lives to be closer to you, learn more about your desires, what makes you happiest, please let him treat you good, he adores you so much, and precious things get treated like royalty in his hands. He commits your body and reactions to memory, almost like he’s taken a photograph of every single touch- and like I said….. if you let him…. he would take pictures ;)

J- jerk off

You’d think he’d only do it occasionally but he actually does it quite a lot. He thinks it’s healthy to release regularly, it’s better to cum now than have a weird spike of horniness in public. He’s probably considered the chance that you walk in on him, and he’s surprised by how much he wants that to happen. For him to be desperately close to the edge and for you to walk in and take over, him a deer in the headlights as you take control, he’s could probably cum to that fantasy alone, honestly.

K- Kinks

Well, obv a big ole breeding kink. The thought of cumming in your deepest parts has him frenzied beyond belief.

Idk if the taking pics thing is a kink but also… that ofc.

I think he’s also into sensory deprivation. Allow him to blindfold you, tie your hands behind you, let him take care of you. He’ll handle everything from here, sweet thing, all you have to do is keep moaning for him in such a pretty way.

He’s also, surprisingly, into masochism. He doesn’t care for sadism at all, he’d die before he left a mark on your perfect skin, however….. if you decided to roughly pull his head back by his hair and bite just a little too hard, you might find him bucking into you a little faster.

He’s probably thought a bit about cock warming, but surprisingly he doesn’t really want it to be…. “sexual” as much as he desires to be closer to you. You sitting in his lap, feeling you exhale against his neck with your arms wrapped around him, all the while is cock is buried deep inside you, it just sounds so intimate, and he finds himself craving to be that close to you often.

The biggest of all? Praise praise praise. Body worship as well. He’s literally always babbling about how gorgeous you are, how good you feel, how amazing you make him feel. Always encouraging and always admiring you, just like he does every single day in non sexual contexts, always sneaking in ways to remind you how much he adores you. Tell him about a certain part of your body you don’t feel confident in, he’s paying extra attention to making it known how perfect everything about you is. Everything you have, own, are, all of it. Peking is your number one fan, sit back let him remind you just why he finds you so lovely, you won’t regret it.

L- location

He prefers to be in a secluded area, he knows he’s loud and he’d be really embarrassed if anyone but you brought up the….. volume of his whines.

However, he’s very weak when it comes to your begging. If you're in a less than private location, he’ll most likely let you lead and just try to bite his knuckle to keep from crying out. It'd be soOoOo awful if you made a game out of trying to get him to break and whine out for you unmuffled as you play with him, oOoOoHhHh the horror >:)

M- motivation

He’s an old dad with an enormous you-shaped hole in his chest, just ask him and he’ll give everything he has to his name to you. You don’t need to wear that certain perfume he loves so much, you don’t need to breathe across his neck like that, you don’t need to run a finger down his spine so slowly, he’ll give you anything you ask for, please don’t tease him so much.

If you straight up ask him for sex, he’ll mostly lean towards soft service domming, if you choose to purposely rile him up, he’ll be in a much subby-er mood.

N- no

Like I’ve said, there really isn’t a sadistic bone in his body. He also doesn’t have literally any desire for humiliation kinks. He just doesn’t like it, giving or receiving. He’s a big ole simp with a big heart and it’s in the palm of your hands, please treat it nicely :’(

O- oral

P l s let him give you oral. He might not be an expert but he lives to make you feel good.

Afab readers…. He’ll most likely try to make you sit on his face at least once, please please he wants to feel your thighs against his head while he works his tongue on you.

Amab readers, he fuckin loves to rub his thumbs on your hips to keep you from bucking as he swallows your cock, he’ll open his mouth for you after you cum, swallow, and open his mouth again to prove he didn’t let a single drop go to waste.

As for receiving, phew boy does he love receiving. He cannot for the life of him figure out where to put his hands so it’s a frenzy of him grasping the sheets to biting down on his knuckle to placing a hand on your head. If you made him look down at you and lock eyes while his cock is in your mouth his soul would leave his body lmao

P- pace

Not very fast at all, he prefers to thrust deeper than should be possible. He really likes when you beg him to go faster, and as soft as his heart is, this is the only time he might withhold himself from giving into your begging for a bit, he just loves pulling out so slowly and watch you almost cry out for him to thrust back, deeper harder, faster, please, he’ll give into you eventually, just let him savour the feeling of you needing him badly enough to cry for a few more minutes.

Q- quickies

He prefers long, drawn out rounds, but if you really need some relief quickly, he’s not one to deny you. He will most likely give in, and later on in the night when you're back home and out of the public eye, suggest you two have a much more... thorough round as quick rounds just don’t satisfy him enough.

R- risk

Surprisingly…… he kinda likes the idea. The thought of someone, maybe even someone who’s been pining for you, to catch him in the act of making you beg and cry for him. Alternatively, making them watch you as you give your full attention to him, pleasure him, make them watch you love him instead of them. It riles him up in a way even he’s not used to.

S- stamina

He’s an old man, his refractory time is kinda long lmao. He prefers one really long round rather than multiple. He doesn’t mind or judge if you need a little more, and doesn’t mind giving you a few more orgasms with his tongue or hands.

T- toys

He doesn’t have any, but he’s open to the idea! Admittedly, he likes the idea on himself, like, really likes the idea. Give him a cock ring and watch him cry out as he begs for a break that he doesn’t actually want to take because the bliss you’re giving him is making him feel like jelly.

U- unfair

He's tried to edge and tease you before but he gave in so damn quick it was almost embarrassing for him. He just adores you, he lives to please you, even if you beg him not to give in and try to tease you he just can’t, his heart is so so squishy and he loves you very much dear, please let him treat you exactly how you beg to be treated.

Overstimming however….. he does it accidentally a lot, he just loves prolonging your pleasure, watching you squirm a bit as he forces a second orgasm out of your poor spent body.

V- volume

He’s very loud honestly. If you decide to dom him he talks a lot. He's got a bad babbling habit, words of adoration bleeding from his lips that get more and more incoherent the longer you toy with him. Play with him long enough and he’ll forget how to form words, letting out loud whines and he squirms under you. You might catch him attempting to cry out your name but the poor thing just can’t seem to form the right words.

If you let him top you he’s still throwing out every compliment he can think of and he still whines a lot, he likes to bury his face in your neck to muffle himself and listen to your moans. He lives to hear you come undone, but he can’t help being so loud, you’re just so warm and you feel so good :(

W- wild card

I think jealous sex will be more common than you actually think, Peking is just very quiet about the reason he’s suddenly a bit more handsy. He knows it’s not rational to worry about his place in your heart, but it just eats at him sometimes when he sees the way you blend in with others so easily while he just… doesn’t. If a stranger/friend is more overt about their flirting he will probably be more obvious about the jealousy burning through his veins. Even if he wasn’t prompted through jealously, pillow talk sometimes leans towards him venting his fears to you. Please praise him, tell him how much you love him, he needs it :’((((

X- X Ray

A lot bigger than average and a bit curved. He never considered himself to be out of the norm, or never really considered his cock to anything else than, just, “well, its there” I suppose. He does appreciate the curve a lot more now because it makes it easier to hit your weak point. He feels a bit of pride nestling into his chest if you cry about him being too big.

Y- yearning

Fairly often, but he doesn’t mind not acting on it. He can still function and do his work if he’s only surface level horny. Literally anytime you ask he’ll deliver with very slim exceptions. He’d like it to be a regular thing, since he really enjoys the intimacy, so maybe 3-4 times a week, 1-2 if you prefer it to be.

Z- zzz

Oh man he loves cuddling with you after sex. He also loves cuddling with you period but god he loves to the pillow talk with you in his arms, listening to your sleepy voice as your grip on him slowly loosens -but never lets go, as you succumb to sleep. He isn’t overly sleepy himself, instead choosing to close his eyes and comb through your hair, or run a thumb across your cheek if your hair isn’t a texture that can be combed through. Sleep will come to him eventually, he just likes savouring the warmth you bring him.

[aion-rsa]

Jupiter’s Legacy: Choreographing Superheroic Stunts

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Stunt teams are some of the hardest working people in the industry. They literally put their lives on the line just to entertain us and yet there’s so little acknowledgement of their contributions. There is no Oscar for stunt work, but there should be. Netflix’s adaptation of Jupiter’s Legacy has secured one of the industry’s hottest stunt choreographers, one who is no stranger to superhero action, Philip J. Silvera. 

If you’ve read Jupiter’s Legacy already, you know Frank Quitely’s artwork leaps off the page, splattered with intense moments of sanguineous bloodshed. Quitely’s graphic style is a perfect fit for Silvera, who says he’s always been inspired by the visceral violence of films like Goodfellas and The Godfather Part II.

“My action in the past has always had a bit of a lead pipe brutality to it,” confesses Silvera with a grin. Who better to choreograph the huge superhero brawls of Jupiter’s Legacy? 

School of Hard Knocks 

Stunt work has always been Silvera’s destiny. “I always wanted to do stunts, since I was a kid.” Silvera’s father was a boxer who was just about to go pro, but his fortune took a bad turn after he broke his arm and leg. Nevertheless, Philip inherited his father’s fighting spirit. After starting his martial arts training in Karate, Silvera switched over to a Shaolin-based system of Chinese Kung Fu, which he studied for about 20 years. 

Silvera got his first break in 1997. He was competing in a martial arts tournament in New York City when he was approached to do an off-Broadway show called Voice of the Dragon: Once Upon a Time in Chinese America. It was a groundbreaking show from maverick playwright and noted jazz composer Fred Ho. Silvera describes it as “a bit of an urban Peking opera, really a martial arts ballet.” The show demanded he play a character, do martial arts, fight, fall, and flip on stage in front of a live audience. 

As Silvera got deeper into the stunt world, his training diversified to accommodate a wider variety of roles. He studied Kali stick fighting and even trained with Cecep Arif Rahman (The Raid 2, John Wick: Chapter 3 – Parabellum). Beyond his film work, Rahman is a genuine master of the Indonesian martial art called Pencak Silat. As a stunt coordinator, Silvera must keep pushing his training forward so he can meet the demands of his next project. “I just constantly want to keep learning different things and evolving.”

Silvera began officially working as a stuntman in movies and TV in 2005. You must work your way up to that director’s chair, and in the stunt industry, that means you’ve got to pay your dues and take a lot of hard knocks. By 2010, he got his first action and fight choreographer credit with Star Wars: The Force Unleashed II. That was followed by several coordinator roles on more video games like DC Universe Online, Batman: Arkham City, and Star Wars: The Old Republic. After an uncredited role assisting with the fight choreography in Iron Man 3, he received his first credited movie fight choreographer role for Thor: The Dark World.

Changing the Game

However, it was his work on Netflix’s Daredevil that caught the attention of both action and superhero fans. Silvera served as the Fight and Stunt Coordinator for the first two seasons of the series, and for action connoisseurs, he built a choreographic trademark for the show: the one-take fight scene. In Daredevil’s second episode, Silvera orchestrated a showstopping one-take hallway slugfest and every fan of fight choreography took notice. That scene propelled action in streaming TV to the cinematic level of big screen fight choreography. “I think most people would be surprised to hear that we designed that one-shot sequence in Daredevil in a day and a half,” Silvera says. 

Silvera followed up that hallway fight with a one-take stairwell scrap in season two (an episode directed by Marc Jobst, who also directed two episodes of Jupiter’s Legacy). Hallway and stairwell fights comprise two of the three most common settings for extended fight scenes (the third being warehouse fights – there’s an innumerable amount of these in actioners because it’s just easy and cheap to find warehouse locations). Hallways serve as a device to narrow the playing field when one person must take on several opponents. The width of the hallway restricts how many adversaries can come at the hero at a time. Silvera’s Daredevil hallway fight is held in the same esteem as the epic hallway fight in Chan-wook Park’s Oldboy and is considered by many to be the greatest TV fight scene to date. 

Stairway fights showcase technical expertise. The footwork must be precise because one misstep can result in a devastating ankle twist for any stunt person. Additionally, falling down stairwells isn’t easy. It requires top notch stunt people to stage safely. 

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For Silvera to deliver such high-level fight choreography for the small screen was groundbreaking. Until the rise of streaming, most TV shows were more reserved with their action because it is a longer haul. A feature-length movie might contain half a dozen fight scenes, at best. An action TV series might stage that many fights in just two or three episodes, with plenty more over the course of the season. This takes an incredible toll on the stunt team, which is why many martial arts-themed TV series gas out before the season finale. This is what made Silvera’s work on Daredevil so revolutionary at the time. Now, a half decade later, many TV shows have upped their action game, but they owe a great debt to Silvera and his team. “I really enjoyed bringing Daredevil to life. Charlie Cox was amazing. That was a pleasure working with Steve DeKnight on that show.” 

Since then, Silvera has tackled several super powered action icons for the silver screen, like Deadpool, Terminator: Dark Fate, and the Jaegers in Pacific Rim: Uprising. Silvera has fond memories of sitting down with director Tim Miller while working on Deadpool and Terminator: Dark Fate and setting the parameters of superpowers in combat. “It’s always that they’re really good at this, but what’s their weakness?” The audience will accept superpowers if the film stays consistent within its constructs. For Silvera, it’s about finding a new challenge in every sequence. “What I try and do is always make it super relative to the characters and then make it so that the audience can feel something when they watch it.”

Super Fights

Spanning eight episodes in Season 1, Jupiter’s Legacy allows Silvera the space to stretch his choreographic legs. “I believe the action on our show pushes the story and the characters forward, as much as it does on any of the other shows I’ve worked on in the past,” Silvera says. “And I’m super excited to see what fans think of the storytelling, the nonverbal storytelling, that happens within our action sequences.” 

Non-verbal storytelling lies at the very heart of every action choreographer. The fight scenes are the climax of the story and that unspoken dialogue of conflict must rise to that or else an actioner will fail. “Nonverbal communication,” stresses Silvera, “like The Empire Strikes Back, the scene that happens between Luke and Vader.” His passion for the Star Wars franchise led him to direct “Star Wars: Scene 38 ReImagined.” It was a reworking of the first lightsaber battle we ever saw – Obi-Wan Kenobi versus Darth Vader. Silvera spliced together footage from Star Wars: A New Hope with new fight footage. Doubling for Obi-Wan was Dan Brown (Black Panther, Spider-Man: Far from Home). Vader was Richard Cetrone, who was Ben Affleck’s stunt double in Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice. “Both are seasoned stuntmen in this business and have been around for a while,” adds Silvera.

“Scene 38 ReImagined” was a huge success with over 33.5 million views on YouTube. “That was a bit of a test for myself, as a second unit director and a first unit director,” says Silvera. “I wanted to see if I could add the emotional content into a sequence, that you know the character’s full story from beginning to end.”

From Comics Panels to Movie Frames

Choreographing superheroes has its own unique rules. A still comic panel is one thing. Setting that action into motion is another thing altogether. While comics are akin to storyboarding, when it comes to fights, a few panels describe that action. It then becomes Silvera’s job to unravel that into a fight with a dozen or more beats. 

One of his favorite examples for Jupiter’s Legacy is the “Hilltop” sequence. In the original comic, it’s a ferocious battle told over only four panels. Silvera saw that raw brutality and constantly built on that mindset with his choreography. 

“Those four panels really set the tone of our show and you’ll see that in the first episode.” He’s especially proud of this Hilltop sequence, as well as many other favorites. Two more sequences that he mentions with special pride he dubs “Tokyo Alley” and “The Vault,” but Silvera won’t elaborate on those cryptic titles just yet. “I don’t want to give away too much.” Fans who’ve already read the comic can probably guess what he’s talking about. “It starts off big and it stays that way up to the very end.” 

And for those fans familiar with Frank Quitely’s spectacular art, Silvera adds “We do our best to match those panels and the emotion that he puts into them. He really set the bar for us. And I think we met it.”

Superhero Boot Camp

As with many casts, most of the Jupiter’s Legacy actors have minimal background in martial arts or stunts. However, Silvera prefers it that way. “You get to figure out their characters and their movement in a different way.” He’d have ideas for them and then see something natural come out of their body language, which he would cultivate into something new and exciting. 

The cast was put through vigorous training where Silvera says they all worked extremely hard. “Literally a month of bootcamp with the lead actors training every day with our fight team and fight coordinator.” The cast would come in and work on basic movements and fight drills. “And then they would ride the wire for hours because there’s a lot of flying in the show.” 

As Supervising Stunt Coordinator, Silvera is quick to credit his fight and stunt rigging team. Micah Karns is the fight coordinator and Jayson Dumenigo is the 2nd Unit Stunt Coordinator and Key Rigger, a critical role for a flying superhero show. The threesome has worked together since Daredevil and teamed up again for several successive projects including Deadpool, Terminator, Pacific Rim, and Love, Death & Robots. 

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“We have such a tight workflow at this point, from the years of us working together, that we know how to expedite things,” Silvera says. “We know how to keep up the pace. And we’re definitely doing seven days a week on this show.” The stunt team worked hand-in-hand with the cast for months to achieve the action that they wanted. “I’m super excited to see them and what they did come together on screen.”

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FALLS FESTIVAL FREMANTLE DAY ONE @ Fremantle Oval 4/1/2020

Photo by Karen Lowe.

Falls Festival has wrapped for another season, with the final leg of the tour taking place at Fremantle Oval over the weekend.

Huge international acts such as Halsey, Disclosure and Vampire Weekend joined an array of Australian artists over two days in what has become one of the most popular annual music festivals in Western Australia. From power pop to psychedelic rock, Sampa The Great to John Farnham, Falls Festival Fremantle brings something to the table for everybody to enjoy.

Clear skies and a cool ocean breeze make Day 1 the perfect Saturday for a festival. Glitter and sparkles speckle the crowd like confetti, with high fashion in full swing for today’s mixed bag of performances. Bubbles float across the gathering crowd around Stage 1 and 2 and the air is thick with the aroma of market food and cigarette smoke. Early punters are able to catch Triple J’s Unearthed competition winners Death by Denim and ex-Unearthed artist Sly Withers, but it’s not until Adelaide rockers Bad//Dreems take the stage when things really start to heat up. A small circle pit breaks out during popular single “Dumb Ideas”, proving that Aussie fans aren’t really phased about breaking a sweat at the hottest time of day if you’re willing to play some good ole fashioned pub rock and roll.

Baker Boy at Falls Festival Fremantle. Photo by Karen Lowe.

Shortly after comes Young Australian of the Year Danzal Baker and his troupe of dancers and percussionist for Baker Boy. Full of smiles and gratitude, Baker’s set is high energy and well-choreographed, with loud whistles and cheering every time somebody drops to break-dance on stage. Tracks such as “Cool As Hell”, “Cloud 9” and “Marryuna” (a Yolŋu Matha word meaning to dance for fun) have heads bopping left right and centre. Following Baker Boy, Vera Blue takes the stage, her long ginger hair flowing in the wind as she sweeps backwards and forwards in a gorgeous orange mesh two piece. Her angelic voice ripples across Fremantle Oval, overpowering any other noise around her. She pauses during “All the Pretty Girls”, allowing the audience to echo the chorus back to her clear as day, and again during “Lady Powers”, which she dedicates to all the women in attendance today.

Vera Blue dances at Falls Festival Fremantle. Photo by Karen Lowe.

Meanwhile on Stages 3 and 4, Adrian Eagle opens his set with a rendition of Ocean Alley’s “Confidence” that is incredibly, even more relaxing and chill than the original. Jessica Cerro also known as Montaigne follows, a tiny but mighty powerhouse who can easily throw her voice out to the wind. She experiences a bit of audio feedback but doesn’t let it throw her off her game, belting out song after song to a smaller crowd than she deserves. Cerro wraps up her underrated set with a staggering performance of her new single “READY”.

Back to the main stage and John Farnham has drawn the older crowd out to dance. Even before setting a foot on stage, a backdrop of the Whispering Jack cover art already has people buzzing with excitement. Farnham begins with a hype anthem “We Will Rock You” by Queen and ends with AC/DC, appeasing his audience with all the favourites including “That’s Freedom”, “Age of Reason” and “The Voice”, complete with bagpipes and deafening “woah-ohs”. Farnham even indulged a little with a rare rendition of “Sadie the Cleaning Lady”, asking fans to “sing along or I’ll come around to your house.” He has recently received a bit of negative feedback for swearing like a sailor at previous shows, but the crowd seem to lap it up here in Freo, even when he tells everyone they can “piss off, you bastards!”

John Farnham at Falls Festival Fremantle. Photo by Karen Lowe.

All the way from Iceland, indie folk band Of Monsters and Men take things down a notch for their sunset time slot. In spite of Nanna Hilmarsdóttir and Raggi Þórhallsson’s perfectly harmonised vocals, much of the crowd seems to make their way to the side stages where rock duo Holy Holy were captivating festival goers. Montaigne joins them for a surprise Like a Version performance of Lorde’s “Green Light” before homegrown Crooked Colours bounce out in matching white jumpsuits, ready to party. A timely set with bright, multicoloured visuals as their backdrop was the perfect burst of energy that was needed just in time for the best performance of the night from brothers Nick and Sam Littlemore of PNAU.

Bursting onto the stage with “Are you ready Perth?” so loud it makes people jump, live performance vocalists Marques Toliver and Kira Divine ooze confidence as they take the main stage by the reins with “Solid Gold”, draped in reflective gold jackets and fluorescent pink tassels. While Toliver and Divine take centre stage, the Littlemores refrain from speaking and hang towards the back, showcasing a unique stage presence that is unlike most artists. Kicking off with the strongest start of all the performances today, the vibe remained consistent throughout the entire set, with punters with tired feet at the back of the venue standing up for hits such as “Go Bang”, “Changa” and “Chameleon”.

Kira Divine and Marques Toliver perform with PNAU at Falls Festival Fremantle. Photo by Karen Lowe.

A hard act to follow, Peking Duk don’t quite reach the mark in the same way that their predecessors did. Taking to the stage first with “Stranger”, Canberra producers Adam Hyde and Reuben Styles are highly acclaimed with a huge audience and welcomed with open arms. While the excess use of smoke cannons, laser beams and streamers gets the crowd going, a much more grounded performance is happening on the other side of the venue with electropop Aussies based in Europe, Parcels. This gives weary fans the choice to opt out for a groovier, less intense vibe. Closing the side stages for the day to a small but appreciative audience is Sydney trio Wave Racer, bubbling in their own unique style of electro-synth house music.

Vampire Weekend at Falls Festival Fremantle. Photo by Karen Lowe.

Last but not least, New York Indie rockers Vampire Weekend take the main stage and serenade Fremantle with a mix of new and old tracks spanning more than a decade. Opening with “Sympathy” from their 2019 album Father of the Bride, lead vocalist Ezra Koenig, dressed in light blue denim cotton threads and a matching jacket seems cheerful and relaxed despite the mass exodus from the crowd following Peking Duk. Crowd favourites like “Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa”, “Horchata”, “Diane Young”, “Cousins”, “A-Punk” and “Oxford Comma” have fans clapping and slow dancing on the side lines. An unexpected cover of SBTRKT’s “New Dorp. New York” is a treat for all.

Ultimately the band’s set favours new music over their older, more recognisable hits. Noticeably missing were from 2010’s album Contra is “White Sky”, “Holiday” and “Giving Up the Gun”, however new popular tracks such as “This Life”, “Harmony Hall” and ending the night with a catchy rendition of “Sunflower” feels like the first breath of fresh air since the band’s last visit down under. As a part of the finale, two giant inflatable globes are tossed into the crowd, bouncing across the top of the crowd as Day 1 at Falls Festival Fremantle comes to an end just before midnight. A wonderful day for all, and a huge hype for those returning tomorrow. 5/5 Stars.

Fans hold up their mobile phones during Peking Duk at Falls Festival Fremantle. Photo by Karen Lowe.

Originally published at amnplify.com.au

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DAWN REDWOOD: A CONIFER FROM PREHISTORIC DAYS (C) Historical Society of Rockland County South of the Mountains 1973-10, Vol. 17, No. 4 The historical society owns a horti­cultural conversation piece—the Dawn Redwood on the west lawn of the Jacob Blauvelt homestead History Cen­ter, New City. Nature writer Eric Haas says, "The tree is not only a fine orna­mental, it’s a fascinating conversation piece as well.” Ours has certainly proved to be an interesting subject for correspondence and research. The correspondence was with the tree’s donor, W. E. Mackenzie of Tappan, who also provided a new hardy boxwood and a hybrid holly for the history center’s grounds. Mr. Macken­zie says the only Dawn Redwoods he knows of in Rockland are the ones at his Tappan homesite, one he donated to the Masonic Shrine at Tappan (the DeWint House that was Washington’s headquarters) and ours. "I have seen a Dawn Redwood on the Princeton University grounds in New Jersey and one on an estate on Long Island,” he continues. "They seem to be hard to transplant. Some of those I purchased did not grow and a larger tree planted by nurserymen on the Washington headquarter’s grounds died within a few months.” "Like the redwoods of California,” he concludes, "we hope this Dawn Redwood will thrive for many, many hundreds of years together with the historical society and its museum.” In another letter, Mr. Mackenzie writes, "Several years ago I got seed from the Pearce Seed Company of Moorestown, N. J. Some came up but in a few days disappeared. The Dawn Redwood is doing well in my mixed clay soil.” This deciduous conifer, classed as Metasequoia, is a genus of only one species, M. glyptostroboides. It’s origin, like that of Taxodium, to which it is related, dates back millions of years. A member of the Pine family (Pinaceae), it was first described from fossil remains. These remains, unearthed in Oregon, Alaska, Siberia, Spitzbergen, China and Japan, were until 1941 believed to those of Sequoia, the genus to which our westcoast redwoods belong. In that year Prof. S. Miki, a paleobotanist at Osaka University noted distinct differences in the fossils found in Japan and the Sequoias: the Japanese fossils had opposite arrangements of shoots, needles and cone scales; the coast redwoods had a spiral, or alternate, arrangement. So Prof. Miki proposed a new generic name for redwood fossils like those found in Japan, Metasequoia (meaning 'with the sequoias”). Three years later the "fossil tree” was found to be alive and well! Believed extinct since the Eocene period, a huge tree "the like of which he had never seen before” was discovered by a Chinese forester, T. Wang. It was grow­ing near the village of Mo-tac-chi, Szechuan province, Central China. Natives of the area, who called it shui-so (water fir) had built a small temple around the tree’s base. When Dr. W. C. Cheng, professsor of forestry at National Center University, Nanking, to whom Wang took specimens of the tree’s needles and cones, studied the samples he knew at once this tree had never been recorded in Chinese botanical annals and thought it was closely allied to the California redwoods. Dr. Chang consulted Dr. H. H. Hu, director of Fan Memorial Institute of Biology, Peking Dr. Hu, who had Prof. Miki’s paper on Metasequoias, realized a fossil had come to life! An expedition organized in 1945 by the Fan Memorial Institute with financial assistance from the Arnold Arborteum, Jamaica Plain, Mass., discovered three living Metasequoias in the area where Wang had made his discovery. Later about a thousand trees were found in the northeastern part of Szechuan province. The largest of these trees was over 100 feet tall and eleven feet in diameter. In 1948, Dr. Ralph W. Chaney of the Save-the-Redwoods League, and Milton Selverman, science editor of the San Francisco Chronicle, flew to Chung­king, traveled the bandit-infested Yangtze River to Wanh-Sein and trekked over three mountain ranges to visit the last remnant of the once great Meta­sequoia forest. Through the Save-the-Redwoods League and the Arnold Arboretum, thousands of seeds from this stand of Metasequoias were distributed in America, Europe and Asia. Although it is not certain they will prove amentable to culti­vation, early trials indicate they are amenable to cultivation by cuttings and young trees appear to be hardy and to grow without difficulty. Conditions which suit the deciduous Cypress (Taxodium distichum) seem to satisfy the Meta­sequoias, which were found growing near streams at an elevation of little more than 4,000 feet. From data gathered in the United States and Europe, the Arnold Arboretum believes the Dawn Redwoods grow best with a generous supply of moisture, though wet soils (as well as dry sandy soils) do not appear suitable for its well being. The tree’s native climate provides a long growing season with mild winters that have temperatures about 32°. In the U. S., trees have survived temperatures of —30° but have shown injury to tender growth in late spring freezes. Meta­sequoias have been grown successfully as far north as Southern Alaska and are listed as Zone 6 hardy in cata­logues. Zone 6 is considered by the U. S. D. A. as having temperatures from —10° to zero in average winters. A reminder^ of stately trees from prehistoric days, our Dawn Redwood puts out fern-like foliage in the spring and should grow into a tall, pyramidal shaped tree. www.RocklandHistory.org