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mymelodymia · 11 months

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Hey hun ty for writing my request with the bullying one I love it bby I got another one for you I promise this one's better and pure fluff 💗 so basically our Mikey man works to mf hard he has a younger sister(sorry I like the sister and big brother relationships there cute asf) like 7-8 surprises mike from work she makes him dinner, makes him a cute little bath, to the best ability an 7-8 your old can do lmaoo and idk maybe saves up some of her allowance and gets Mike something super nice and he's not sure how and is probably like "Baby where did you get this??" I don't fucking know but super fluffy and adorable. Ily hun ty! ✌🏽💜

aww, thank you sm for saying that and requesting again!

Best baby sister // Mike Schmidt x young!sister!reader

**not a ship**

Summary: just fluffy big brother Mike 🥰

Warnings: none :']

Age: 7-8

A/N: "mikey man" very funny 🤭

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You sat up in your small bed, you hopped up to say good morning to Mike. He was the only person in the world that mattered to you.

You walked into the kitchen and was greeted with the smell of bacon, you wrapped your small arms around him. He looked down at you, having not noticed you were there before.

He patted you on the back and returned to cooking. "Hi mike" you giggled, "morning y/n/n. How'd you sleep?" He asked you.

"Good" you answered, "good." He responded

"Thats what I just said" he chuckled at your comment, you were very sassy, of course.

"But i gotta go to work soon, okay?" He said strictly, pointing the spatula at you.

"Uuoohh, but why?" You complained "because, we need money right?" You groaned in response, you ate your breakfast with max instead. (Rude)

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there was one hour until Mike got home, you were playing with your dolls when you got the idea.

he works too hard, so you thought to treat him with a little something, you made him a very nutritious meal (microwaved mac n' cheese) and drew him a warm bath, overflowing with bubbles.

You also made a small fort in the living room, facing the tv. When you heard Mike's car pull in the driveway you ran out to him. You opened his door for him, and led him inside by your side.

You ran into the kitchen, passing the living room, Mike saw your fort and pointed at it. "Whats that?" He asked, but was quickly pulled away by you.

"Youre not allowed to see that yet." You said as you dragged him into the kitchen and sat him down. He chuckled as you sat across from him, a fork and knife in both hands, smiling from ear to ear.

You both ate your meals and you led him to the bathroom. He looked down at you, and kneeled down to hug you.

You shut the door and waited in the living room. He eventually emerged from the hall in a comfy sweater and soft pants.

He climed into the fort after you signaled for him too come in. He lied down on his stomach beside you, you both continued to watch cartoons for a while.

You rested your head on his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around you tight.

He pecked you a few times before taking one of the many blankets in the fort and putting it over both of you.

You snuggled into his chest, his warmth comforting you as you listened to his heartbeat, you fell asleep soon after.

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The next morning after he left, you went out with max to surprise him, you had been saving up for months to buy him this. You handed the cashier tons of quarters to pay.

You folded it neatly and set it in a small gift bag. When he got home you gave it to him immediately, shoving it in his face.

He took it out carefully as max left to go home. He gasped as he read it. "Do you like it?" You asked as he kept staring at the hoodie that also had the words 'best big bro' on it.

"Do i like it? Of course i do! I like everything you give me!" He said picking you up. "But, how'd you get it baby?"

"Ive been saving up on my allowance! And searching the streets for some loose change" you said in a raspy voice, making a funny face as well.

He put it on and you both ordered a pizza, and you gave the delivery man the last quarter you had as a tip.

You ate three pieces before you complained about being to full. You fell asleep in Mikes lap while he was playing with your hair. He picked you up and tucked you into bed. Placing a kiss to your forehead.

He went to sleep smiling, still wearing the hoodie, of course he wouldn't tell you that he worked at the shop you bought it from and saw you get it for him but, he was still over the moon nonetheless.

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 2 years

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Part 13 - Underneath the tree

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Series Masterlist

Part 12 -- Part 14

Pairing: Mike x ofc // Geralt x ofc // Marshal x ofc // Sherlock x ofc // August x ofc

Summary: It's time to open some presents!

Warnings: Tooth rottingly sweet fluff, if I do say so myself...

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: I've been wanting to upload this for a while now (but I hadn't finished Part 12 yet, and that had to come first), because I personally think it's an adorable little fluff chapter. I was going to wait a few days, but genuinely, @geralts-yenn & @deandoesthingstome, this one's for you guys. Thank you for reading 🥺❤️

“Oh, here!” Shit, you thought, he got you a gift? You felt your heart rate shoot up as he held a present out to you. It was not wrapped neatly - it was wrapped Mike-ily, which meant the paper barely held on as he handed you whatever it was that he was handing you.

“Eh… I didn-”

“It’s not a gift, really, just…” He made a dismissive gesture as if to say ‘it’s nothing’. You tore the paper away, as you’d gotten curious to find out what he’d come up with.

“Is this why Ari asked me what conditioner I use?” You laughed as you looked at the bottle you were holding. “Or did you guess? Because that would be impressive!”

“Now I want to say I guessed…” Mike replied with a cheeky grin. “If guessing is impressive, what is asking?”

“Very, very sweet, Mikey,” you said as you put the bottle down and wrapped your arms around Mike’s neck. You meant it. Him remembering the one time you complained that an eight-guy household didn’t stock any conditioner, and then going through the trouble of asking your friends to find out which one you actually used? It was dorky, sweet, thoughtful, practical and charming…

“I think it’s a very thoughtful gift,” you said before leaning in to kiss him. He hummed and smiled against your lips when they touched his. “And I think this is very sweet of you.” The next kiss went to his neck. “And I think it deserves a little reward.” Needless to say, Mike didn’t complain.

“Sol,” Geralt said as he closed the book he was reading and put it down on his nightstand, “I thought you were going to spend the holidays with your family.” His voice indicated that this was somehow a problem.

“Yes, love, whatever is your point?” You smiled slyly at your own book, knowing very well what he was trying to say. That being said, you were by no means in the mood for his cryptic little games today; he’d have to speak.

“I sent my gifts for you to your parents’ house… I’m sorry…” He sounded unsure as to what he was apologizing for, or whether even there was anything to apologize for.

“I see,” you said, still keeping your eyes on your book. You had been wondering when he would finally bring this up. Geralt wasn’t a man who cared for gifts, but he had come to appreciate the ceremony of it - occasionally. He would happily indulge you for the holidays - Christmas, if your parents were involved, Yule if they weren’t - and your birthday. He begrudgingly accepted a present for his birthday from you, and even then; the most successful gift so far had mostly involved unwrapping you. You assured Geralt that there was nothing to apologize for. And there wasn’t. In fact, little did he know that the problem he brought up didn’t even exist. Your mother had been informed about your plans to move - you had a good relationship with your parents, it would have been weird if she hadn’t - and had handed you the gifts that were intended for you before you left.

You finally put your own book down, and got up off the bed. From the bottom of your backpack, you pulled four packages. Two for him, two for you.

“Your mother.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, but you responded with a nod nonetheless. “Thank her for me,” he said with a gentle smile. When you unwrapped your gifts you were entirely unsurprised that all of them were books. It still made both of you laugh.

“Are we just going to keep gifting each other books until one of us dies?” he asked when you finally stopped laughing and looked into each other’s eyes. You lifted your hand up to his face to caress his stubbled cheek.

“God, I hope so.”

“Elena! Can you spare a moment?” The rare moments Sherlock raised his voice or quickened his pace always amused Elena. It was so very unnatural to see him in a hurry.

“For you, Sherlock? Always.” Her smile seemed to enchant him for a moment, to freeze him in his tracks, and make him lose his train of thought. It took him a minute to compose himself.

“I know you mentioned last week that you wanted to visit the temporary exhibit at the gallery… I was wondering… Did you ever make any plans to go? With… anyone?” Elena couldn’t help but giggle at the way he was standing in front of her right now. She just knew he wasn’t afraid to ask her what he was asking her, just nervous about asking her in the first place.

“I didn’t,” she said coyly. It was mean, she had to admit it, but she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to make Sherlock Holmes use his words. If he got much more comfortable with her, she was sure the roles would be reversed in no time.

“Would you like to go together?” he finally asked, voice trembling with the same nervousness she could see on him so clearly, “I thought about getting you tickets for Christmas, but I wanted to make sure you didn’t have any plans already, and if there’s even time, it’s only a very short exhibit and there’s the holidays, and the extra rehearsal for the concert, and you probably have other plans, too, and… ”

“Sherlock?”

“Yes?”

“I would love to go,” she said, “it would be a lovely gift.”

“I apologize if I’m being unromantic and annoyingly pragmatic.”

“Hm, I don’t know. I quite like that you took the time to see if we could actually go. It would have been a waste, otherwise.” Sometimes, she wondered if she would ever be able to get it into his head that she liked that he was pragmatic. And that the part about him being unromantic was debatable to begin with. He always gave her the books he’d finished reading and thought she might enjoy, and when her string quartet had a recital, he had shown up with a single white gerbera daisy; a symbol of loyal love, beauty, innocence and patience. What else was he supposed to do? Serenade her? He would play her favorite pieces by Chopin whenever she asked him, that was more than enough. Besides, she’d heard his singing voice…

“Are you free on Thursday? We could go in the afternoon? Have dinner afterwards, and then the rehearsal?” As soon as Elena asked, Sherlock’s face lit up. He loved that she wasn’t one for ‘sure’ and ‘sometime’ and ‘we’ll talk about that’. If there was an idea, there was going to be a plan, and more often than not a rather detailed one, too.

“Sounds fantastic,” he said, and he meant it from the bottom of his heart.

“Great, I’ll cover dinner, and that can be my Christmas present to you?” Elena’s proposal made Sherlock slightly uneasy. Now, on the one hand he’d been raised to be a gentleman, which meant he was less than inclined to let her pay for dinner. On the other hand: his mother would absolutely murder him if he refused based on any argument that involved any kind of statement regarding what women should or shouldn’t do.

“Never let my brother hear of it,” he joked.

“And, what about your birthday, Sherlock?”

“Yes? What about it?”

“It’s January sixth, am I correct?”

“You are, what of it?”

“Is there anything you’d like to have?” Knowing him, there was a list.

So, you were fucked. Literally, figuratively. Mostly figuratively. Your brother had ultimately made it home for the holidays - despite your prayers that his train would be delayed indefinitely - and of course you were going to spend boxing day with the Marshalls. You really should have seen that coming; it was a longstanding tradition. All of a sudden, you wished you had played more poker in your life, because you were certain everybody in the room knew that something was up with you. The three of you were on the couch, Peter in the middle, and you were waiting until your parents had finished their lengthy conversation about something entirely uninteresting.

“Alright, that’s it, mom, dad, move over,” Peter practically flew off the couch and moved to the one your parents were sitting on, “these two are so fidgety I can’t sit next to them for another goddamn second.” See, they could tell something was up.

“Language!” It was a joy to practically have two moms. You laughed when Peter rolled his eyes and then returned to your sulking. It was the Christmas presents you were dreading. Two of them in particular. Over the past few years, you and Marshall had developed this little tradition of your own - it had started when you were thirteen and your dad, mr. Marshall and Peter couldn’t make it to the ice hockey game you were all supposed to go to.

“Another time,” your father said apologetically. You crossed your arms - throwing a fit already hadn’t worked, and since you were thirteen, that left you pretty much out of options.

“Mister Carson,” Marshall suddenly said, “why don’t I take her?” He’d been bummed out about having to miss the game, too. Four moderately to severely worried adults exchanged glances. They weren’t very enthusiastic about this plan.

“Come on, I can take my little sister to a hockey game,” he’d teased you, “I promise I’ll bring her back in one piece.” That got your moms on board, they always found it very cute when he acted as if he was your big brother. Plus, Marshall was one of those sixteen year olds that could generally be considered responsible and trustworthy. Or ‘boring’, as your brother liked to call it. They eventually gave in, after making Marshall promise about twelve times to: drive carefully, not let you out of his sight, take good care of you, see to it that nothing happened to you, keep an eye on you, protect you, and about six other ways of phrasing the general sentiment ‘keep her safe’. He did keep you safe, you did make it back in one piece, and you’d had the greatest night.

The year after, you’d gotten two tickets to a game from Marshall for Christmas. The year you turned sixteen, you had a job as a babysitter, and you’d offered to pay your own way there, or to even let you take him for a change. He didn’t let you, so you both figured you’d just go to two games from now on. Win-win. So that was what was waiting for you in the pile of presents underneath that tree; a total of four hockey tickets, to two games, that you and Marshall were going to have to pretend to be excited about. If you weren’t, your families would be on to you in no time.

“Fuck! Lex- yeah, yeah, ‘language’, I know. Lexi, how?” Somehow, you’d managed to get really decent tickets this year to a game you knew he was going to love - and you would have, too. It made you feel kind of sick to think about the fact that you were probably going to have to miss out on it. You had to admit that Marshall did a really good job faking his enthusiasm - you were almost certain that you wouldn’t fare so well.

“For me?” Anjelica said, eyes wide with surprise as she took the small, neatly wrapped gift from August. She had just been dozing off in his arms, with her head laid on his shoulder, as she enjoyed their little stolen moment in her room - though her parents insisted she keep the door open. It wasn’t surprising that he got her something, she was just not expecting it to be a thing: He had taken her out to see the Nutcracker ballet last year for Christmas - and they’d been pretty good seats, too. August was a hopeless romantic in his own exceptional ways, so she enjoyed those rare nights of more conventional romance, as she called it. Secretly, she had hoped for a similar surprise this year. August also made a habit of denying stupid questions an answer, and therefore only raised his eyebrows in reply to her inquiry.

“Can I open it now?” They were moments away from opening presents with the family, so his timing was unusual.

“I’m giving it to you now, am I not?” He said it plainly, as if it settled matters - so Anjelica decided to take it as a ‘yes’. The way she unwrapped gifts made August smile; perfectly manicured nails slicing through tape, carefully removing the paper. She had a habit of keeping and reusing it, which he found endearing in a way he could not explain. Her hands trembled slightly when she lifted the lid of the small box. Inside it was a simple, dainty gold ring. It was engraved with the date they used as their anniversary; the day they had first met, September 3rd. There was no other date they could use: neither of them had ever asked the other out, they had never made things official, and after about a year or so, when it finally came up, they came to the conclusion that it would be nonsense to disregard all the time they had already spent together, just because they had never defined their relationship.

“Can I try it on?” Her voice was shaky, as were her hands.

“For the love of God, Angel, you’re being ridiculous.” August took the ring from the box and grabbed her hand.

“Wait,” she said, and she moved to take off the ring she always wore - a simple gold band with a marquise cut rhodolite garnet she had inherited from her grandmother. She looked at it with a hint of melancholy in her eyes as August slipped the new one on her finger. “I’ll miss wearing this one.” He had considered that, and it had made him put off buying her this present for a while. Luckily, Leon - who was more proficient than himself in having things both ways - had provided him with a very elegant solution. She gasped in surprise when he turned the ring around her finger to reveal it wasn’t closed all the way.

“Does it fit?” She was blinking furiously to keep tears out of her eyes.

“It should,” August responded before pressing his lips to her temple. It did; the gem of her grandmother’s ring slotted in perfectly. He got worried as moments passed and she didn’t speak. “Do you like it?”

“Oh, August, I love it!” She turned towards him as best she could in the position they were in, and wrapped an arm around him. “I love you.” He wanted to reply to that, to tell her that he loved her, too. It proved very difficult to do so with her lips pressed to his. She broke the kiss abruptly.

“You’re not proposing, are you?” Anjelica asked carefully. She could tell from the look on August’s face - who looked at her as though she had gone completely mad - that he wasn’t.

“I’m not,” he confirmed her suspicions, only to surprise her when he continued: “If I do propose - when I do, Angel, you can expect diamonds.”

-> Part 14

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seijorhi · 2 years

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fic asks <33

most of these are for Sea Change and Heedless, Heartless, but there are some other misc ones in here too!

I just finished reading 'Sea Change'... It was— I don't even know how to describe how stunningly written it was! The care taken into crafting the story, to give the readers an entire movie with just words— it's amazing! Seriously, I could vividly see everything! Even little Hatori, looking like a tiny little Oikawa, I could picture Darling's crying face as they remembered everything leading up to that particular situation! It really did play out just like a beautiful, heartbreaking film in my head! I just adore your writing so much. I hope you're doing amazing. Take care!! 💙💙 - @perhapsimacat

ahh thank you my love <33 yea sea change is just... sad. cute, because hatori's so damn adorable, but i wanted sad vibes there, so i'm glad that came through! ILY!! <33 i hope ur day is going well too bby!

Rhi! How you write such good works??

i made a deal with a witch <33

Two fics in a row???? Rhi, pinch me, I must be in heaven - @artemis32

it's cuz ily so much. i gotta keep y'all fed don't i??

U ARE AMAZINGGGGGG IM CRYINGGg sREAMING for THAT iwa shsksjjsjsjsj can he bully me like that iM BEGGING

iwa: i'm not a bully like oikawa

iwa: proceeds to be just as bad if not worse than oikawa ghfjdkhfjd

love how u keep the obsession over iwaoi alive for me, two such AMAZING works n on my knees to thank u for that rhi muahhh <3<3<3

UR WELCOME BBY!! i'm just glad you liked em :)

well. well you’ve done it again. chilling work rhi!!! i have to ask—how did oikawa react when he found out you escaped? how did hatori react 😞 oh poor bubs

poor hatori :c @krystalwithakay made comment about how ANOTHER mother is abandoning him and i felt so guilty vgfdhjkcjhfdjsk SHE DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE! but no, hatori's so confused about where his mama is because quite literally up until that point, as far back as he can remember she's spent every single day with him. he's so devastated but also too young to really understand why she's not there and giving him good morning cuddles??

oikawa on the other hand?? oof. he has to try very, very hard to keep his cool so he's not scaring hatori but boy is PISSED. also, very worried about the reader cuz she's six months pregnant with his daughter, alone and god knows fucking where.

oikawaaa

agreed <33

Amazing writing rhi!! I am absolutely screaming though at how oikawa was deserted in both fics (deserved, but god damn)

i know!! who am i?? being so mean to my beloved. but he did definitely deserve it in both fics. i like to think that sea change is more of a... temporary problem hehehe. heedless, heartless on the other hand... who's to say :))

Reader Chan’s friends and family are the worst and the school let Toru stay but kicked out reader what kind of sexist double standard is that anyway great fic reader and Hajime both need therapy tho I think Toru is beyond help

literally the standards are below the floor. everyone knows it's oikawa in the vid but because you don't technically see his face the school's like :)) welp not our problem :)) meanwhile to the reader they're all 'we have a reputation to protect this is unacceptable, begone, whore!'

there wasn't as much i was able to elaborate on with her friends and family, but her family had incredibly high expectations of her, she was very much a good student who wanted to do well and had like a five year plan and so getting kicked out of school a few months out from graduation, not to mention the reason WHY she was kicked out, yeah they were not happy. assholes the lot of them. poor reader, i still love her (and so does tooru and hajime hehe)

Do you think yan! Emma is someone who would take advantage of her family (having all three brothers in powerful gangs must be rly convenient) to get to her objective, or do you think she'd actually do the dirty work herself ?

i actually think she'd wanna keep her darling as separate from mikey/izana/shin's gang related stuff because she doesn't wanna put the reader in danger. she's not above a little dirty work herself ;))

you said koko thinks himself to be in love with reader, but do the other bonten guys think the same? like in the privacy of their own minds, can they admit they have some sort of love/fondness for reader (even if they’d never act like it or say so), or do they genuinely think of her as a toy to play with until it breaks and nothing more?

mikey knows he's in love with her, kakucho admits that he feels something for her (he's probably the only one to admit to himself that it's certainly not a healthy kinda feelings, but feelings all the same) sanzu and the twins definitely have an obsession, and there's a fondness there, but i wouldn't go so far as to call it 'love'.

whoa okay but choking and slapping? Now that’s terrifying for reader...I would have thought kaku might be a little better than the rest since he seems more calm and kinda looks out for reader? Also, I cannot imagine how terrifying sanzu’s bad day will be for reader since he’s already unstable

as i said kaku's fine on a good day, but not every day is a good day. he carries a lot of issues and guilt and maybe has slight abandonment issues (people he love tend to be taken from him) that make him a little possessive and rough at times.

sanzu's bad days mean the reader watching people die in awful ways before getting brutally fucked in/around/near their blood/bodies so yeah... not fun.

https://www.tumblr.com/mintmatcha/697660715787583488 Which Yan do you think it's

visually i'd say oikawa but tbh it could work for a lot of them

#rhi answers #fic asks #sea change #heedless heartless #sink to the depths #ily guys!!!

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kyukicho · 1 year

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Is it love kui hours? I love everything you write for every muse you have, but let’s talk about how much I absolutely adore your mikey! You can clearly see how much you love him, for one. Also, you have such a deep understanding of his character, and his speech is always so clear and in character. You aren’t afraid to let him be goofy and you show his emotional side when the situation allows him to be soft 😭😭😭 I love him so much and I’m so glad you have him as a muse because it brings so much life to a character that deserves the world (and so do you! ❤️❤️❤️)

// SHAAAAAAANE How could you come into MY inbox and make me cry like this. You're too sweet, ily so much. AAAAAAAAA I really needed this. You have no idea how much I adore Mikey, I'm so happy you think I do him justice. kdsjfhsdfkjghsdfg

#( & ) kui chirrups ( mun )

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dr4kenlvr · 2 years

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lights of his life (2)

pairings: mikey sano, mitsuya takashi, kazutora hanemiya, izana kurokawa, kakucho hitto x gn!reader

genre/wc: fluff (0.6k)

a/n: hi guys! im here to feed my father!tokrev enthusiasts, enjoy! kazutora's is inferred female reader, the rest are gender-neutral/not mentioned. also not proofread bc its 11 pm ill read it again tmre mornin ok ily guys gn <333

part 1 / part 2

MIKEY remembers when he, you, and your son went to get professional family photos taken. he had the liberty of choosing what outfits you three would wear—he insisted that you had to match in "one way or another." the fuss your son made at first was slightly embarassing, but it none of it mattered once mikey saw the gorgeous results of the photos. now framed sweetly in your home, mikey makes sure to glance at it every time he arrives home, and to wipe it down from dust and grime. him, the love of his life, and the one he created with you—altogether, forever.

MITSUYA remembers sewing his first outfit for his daughter: a pastel onesie adorned with her initials across the neckline. the first time he had slipped her little chubby arms into the sleeves, and her legs (that wouldn't quit kicking) into the pants, mitsuya felt immense waves of love and joy. it was an absolute perfect fit. feeling tears well up, mitsuya felt pride in being able to use his fashion skills to create something unique and special for his one and only child. also, the wide grin on her small face was nothing short of a blissful accomplishment for him. "it's perfect hm? that's right my love, your daddy knows best."

KAZUTORA remembers the first time he drove you and baby home from the hospital. exhausted, you went to bed almost immediately upon entering your shared house. kazutora, spent those next silent hours sitting in a wooden rocking chair beside the child's crib. never once did his eyes leave his son, never once did they falter, or shift. kazutora's entire life was sleeping soundly in front of him. he pokes a finger through the crib's railings, and—with the most feather-like touch—kazutora tears up at the feeling of his skin on his son's. it was all so overwhelming, and so real. "i love you. forever, i love you. papa will protect you."

IZANA remembers the first time he noticed his daughter—who was laying on her back in her crib—reach her little arms up and out for him. he was on the other side of the room at the time, occupying himself with late-minute papers, when he heard quiet coos and the crib's slight shake. immediately on alert, izana rushed over, only to see his baby making grabby hands towards him. he picked her up with ease, looking down at her with the softest look of adoration only izana's daughter (and you, of course) could witness. his baby smiles, cheeks puffing up at the sight of her father's big, violet eyes. izana chuckles breathlessly, and cradles her closer to his chest. "i'm here, that's right, papa's here. 'ain't going nowhere, i'll be here."

KAKUCHO remembers the still night when you had called him from work, letting him know that it would be keeping you busy for a while longer. kakucho—who understood completely, and didn't want to bombard you with even more tasks when you finally came home,—decided to take a bath for his son himself. he ensured the water's temperature was perfect, that the pajama's had been chosen and layed out, and that his son's soap was nearby. kakucho washed his baby's skin with languid motions, always being careful and gentle. he leaned down to place a kiss or two on his son's head. and not once, did he fuss or whine—but rather, his big, round eyes stared curiously at his father. "almost done, okay? daddy's gonna get you all warmed up after this."

taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @kazuhoya@gwynsapphire@sscarchiyo@reiners-milkbiddies@smileyswifeyy (send me an ask or dm to be added!)

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everafterkeiji · 3 years

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hi !! can i ask for shinichiro and baji with a crush that they have asked out a lot of times previously and every time they say no, but finally after the like 50th time they say yes and it just takes the boys a second to go "... huh?" lol

i rlly love ur writing, have a great day !

hii!! another cute req here so thank u so much for requesting and loving my work >~< ily stay safe always and have an amazing day too, lovely!! (✷‿✷) also, if these two asked me out i would just flat out say yes- like say less‼️

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌

PAIRINGS: Shinichiro & Baji x gn! reader

GENRE: fluff, semi humor

PART 2 / PART 3

♡ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 has always been a tricky man, always up for challenges—anything that he had to do just to court you but with your constant rejection, he's just tied between pulling the big guns or remaining patient because he truly wants to take his time to make it up to you properly.

He takes some time to wonder whichever place you wanted to go, one that could make your eyes twinkle when he takes you there and he can visualize how you're hugging him and thanking him for his efforts but that little cloud dream disappears when he hears you say, "No."

Not to mention how Mikey and Emma were always curious if he had actually succeeded in asking you to which he shakes his head and the two younger siblings were disappointed again.

"Your game—is weak."

"Mikey, you're in third grade."

Well, he doesn't stop though because he knows you liked to stop by his shop or just stay in his room as you two converse about the usual topics. So when you're testing the engine he's fixed on his bike, he just stares at how pretty you looked on his motorcycle and he just sighs knowing how this would lead into again.

"I saw a new café downtown, you told me you were craving for new sweets so if you wanted to we can go there." He suggests, not even bothering to look back on your response as he wipes down the headlight.

"Sure, Shin." You responded to him but it seems as if it's fallen on half deaf ears.

"It's totally cool. We can just stay here and watch movies with Mikey and Emma." He said, unknown to what you just said while you chuckled.

"I thought we were going to go to the café? Don't back down on me now, dumbie." You teased as he stands straight and blinks a few times, standing like a statue until his eyes widen after three seconds of silence.

"Say what? I'm sorry, did you say—we—like you and me— are going to the café?" He asked out of deep shock since it's the first time you agreed to him. You were still smiling, loving his reaction as he tilts his head. "Are you serious, Y/N? Did you just say yes to a date—with me?" He reminded you again with a growing grin on his lips while he mirrored a dog wagging his tail.

"Don't make me change my mind, Shin."

"WOOHOOO!" He yelled, fist up in the air with his eyes closed and a bright beam to his lips while you roll your eyes but find him adorable knowing he really was patient to earn this moment.

"Okay okay hold on, okay? I'm just going to get my jacket and we'll be right there! You—just stay perfect there. Thank you.. seriously."

You watch as he scurries inside their house before you heard a shout of victory as long as applauses from his two siblings while you laughed.

It's safe to say that the date was definitely well spent is an understatement because you both had an amazing night and you took a note to say yes to him more.

♡ 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 isn't as romantic as his best friend even if he's read countless of tips on how to get the lover from different panels. He just looks for simplicity because any place with you is going to be a blast anyway but he feels a bit underwhelmed when you kept refusing to his offers.

He tried it multiple times already, asking you to have a picnic with him, a normal hangout at a yakisoba restaurant even to an arcade but you leave him with nothing much when you say no and say you have other matters to go to. You didn't mean it to escape his sweet gestures, you really had emergencies of your own so he had to understand but it was still difficult especially when he just likes you so much that it begins to pain him how you're looking like you didn't want to have him around.

Chifuyu tries to assure him by saying one day it could be possible but seeing that his best friend has lost count on how many times he's attempted and it ends up another mess up, the blonde continued on to search for romantic gestures but Baji told him how it was okay and that you would hopefully come around.

So when you and Baji are sat next to each other at the roof of the school without Chifuyu, eating lunch—he just decides that if you don't agree this time, he'll just take that as a sign to cool off a bit and figure out if your signs that you were giving him were actually correct in his mind.

He opens the cap of the bottle and he takes a deep breath. "There's a new movie tonight and I think the sequel is going to be great so maybe you and I can check it out?" And he just tilts the bottle to meet his lips then takes a sip.

"Ooh, I'd actually like that. Sure, let's go tonight, Kei." You said, nimbling on your noodles, continuing to eat until Baji's heartbeat suddenly alters.

"Yeah I expected that." He responded in defeat which made you hold back a laugh knowing his reaction was usual to what he usually gives when you turn him down.

"Baji? I said yes." You tried to awoke him and he suddenly stopped moving. Soon, he slowly turns his body to you with wide eyes.

"..you..huh?" He asked quite stupendously while you roll your eyes and rest your hand on his shoulder, shaking him lightly. "Baji Keisuke, are we going to the movies or not?" You shook him, mildly chuckling to see how his expressions were unreadable.

"Y-YES WE ARE!" He shouts out of pure joy, standing up as you leaned your back onto the wall, smiling at him as he paces back and forth before he cheers. "LET'S GOOO! I'M GOING ON A DATE WITH Y/N!" He boasted while you stood up to stop him but you were flustered to see him this happy to be with you.

"I-I'm in charge of everything for tonight, okay? No sharing bills! It's on me, okay, beautiful?" Baji says, softly holding onto your wrist while you nod.

"You better not be late, Baji." You joked, seeing that he's waited for this for months but with the smirk on his lips, you knew he was going to be the perfect date.

"Like I'd ever do that, Y/N."

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sanophoria · 3 years

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𝐻𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑟

You a little hoodie stealer that they love so much.

Pair. f!reader

Chara. Sano Shinichiro, Sano Manjirou 'Mikey', Ryuguji Ken 'Draken', Mitsuya Takashi, Inui Seishu, Haitani Ran, Haitani Rindou, Kokonoi Hajime

Fluff

Warn. Nahh just a literall fluff

A/N. hey ily lol – Ran

ღ 𝑆��𝑛𝑜 𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑜

He didn't really blame it, after all he was actually happy, that time when when he takes you on a night drive, Shin will gladly lend you his hoodie.

ღ 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑟𝑜

You were caught stealing Manjiro's hoodie, that's when Manjirou was happy to see you wearing his hoodie, so every time you visit Manjirou's house, he immediately lends you his hoodie, after you put on Manjirou's hoodie, he looks very happy and hugs you all day.

ღ 𝑅𝑦𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑗𝑖 𝐾𝑒𝑛

Ken always warn you to not stealing his hoodie ever again, but here you are, sitting on his lap while cuddling with him wearing his hoodie that's so big on your body, Ken mad a little bit cuz you not obeying his command. You mumble on his ear "Ken ken you still mad at me?" He stay quiet "I'm sorry, but your hoodie just too comfy so i can't ignore it" Ken sighed at your words, then he stroked your back, "I'ts okay, next time just tell me if you want to borrow it then I will lend it, don't steal anymore okay,but if i caught you stealing again, i will bite you like this" then he bite your neck lightly.

ღ 𝑀𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑦𝑎 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖

You and Taka live in the apartment together, at that time Luna and Mana were there too, Luna, mana and you played together, the two adorable girls dressed you and picked you clothes, Luna gave the idea to take Taka's hoodie in his closet, you and Mana agreed immediately went on a mission to 'steal Takashi's hoodie'. After the mission succed, Mana rant to his brother who is drawing clothes designs in his work room, "Brother you should see this" Mana said while pulled Taka's hand to follow her. "Oh hi Taka" you said when he arrived at your room, "Stealing again are you honey?" Taka said, the two adorable little girls giggles "Mana let's go leave them" Luna and Mana go to the living room. "You look cute " Taka admited, you twirling around make Taka laught softly "You look so comfortable on that baby, plus you look so adorable, you can take it by the way" Your so happy and hug him and he kisses your forehead.

ღ 𝐼𝑛𝑢𝑖 𝑆𝑒𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑢

Seishu is working at a draken dealership, you came there intending to bring lunch for him and Draken, but what surprised Seishu was that you came wearing his hoodie. You put a innocent smile on your face while walks closer to him, Draken say hi to you "Oh hey y/n, nice hoodie btw" he chuckle, "yeah it's Seishu's" you said, Seishu blushing "Cutie you better not stealing again" he said and you pout while Draken laugh.

ღ 𝐻𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝑅𝑎𝑛

"Ouu look at you, little hoodie stealer, c'mere" dang u get caught AGAIN, he carry you to bed, then tickle you mercilessly "Hahahah i-i s-sorry Ran hahahaha STOPPP" You can't stop laughing "Nope it's a punishment for a little hoodie stealer".

ღ 𝐻𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑢

Please don't get bored with tsundere Rin-rin coss he's cute . As usual, Rindou is playing a game with his online friends, you who feel bored finally look for Rindou's hoodie in the closet, you wear one of his favorite hoodies, after that you go straight to Rindou and sit on his lap "What are you doing?, i'm playing game with the boys" He said but you still on your position and hug him tightly "So what? i'm bored Rin-rin" Rindou still has the microphone on, so the boys can hear your conversation "Pfft oohh litlle Rin-rin" the boys laugh at him, Rindou face goes red "You steal my hoodie again?" Rindou ask "Yes it's comfy and smell like you i love it" You said "Whatever you can take it, I let you take it doesn't meant I think you're cute on it" He said still blushing "UWUU TSUNDERE RIN-RIN" The boys said laugh at him "Shut up guys hmmp" He said to the boys.

ღ 𝐾𝑜𝑘𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑖 𝐻𝑎𝑗𝑖𝑚𝑒

Koko has actually bought you hoodies many times, from regular brands to high class brand, but still, even so Koko's hoodie is the best, Koko already knows that every day you will sneak up on his closet and steal his hoodie, Koko chuckled and rubbed your head "You really like my hoodie, don't you? Then take it all honey, we'll buy it later, if necessary I'll buy the factory one too".

©𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑, 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑒, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘. 𝑅𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒

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odetteya · 3 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 | 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧, 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚

genre : platonic

plot : what's it like being their apprentice and being much younger than them?

warnings : violence ; swearing (some censored) ; mentions of bullying in wakas's ; manga spoilers ; female reader ; not proofread ; wakasa's part is a bit self-indulgent </3

note : I've been busy trying to beat Pokemon platinum </3 also, if you notice the fma:b references ily. I wasn't sure what to exactly put in the title but I guess apprentice works

𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲

•you were a gang enthusiast. granted, you were young, in your 1st year of middle school to be exact, but that did not stop you from sneaking about when you heard a new gang fight was soon to emerge. you would silently spectate from afar, never joining in and making sure you were not seen by any big shots. you didn't want to brew trouble with the more violent candidates but you did want to learn. it was just troublesome to find somebody who wouldn't laugh at your stature and call you a pipsqueak.

•that's where you found him — mikey, beating up some agitators who must have pissed him off in the back of an alleyway with his tall blondie friend watching. it looked like any other tuesday afternoon for them. draken looked on with a bored and impatient expression as if to tell mikey he's taking too long despite it being over in just one kick. just one kick and it was over. he got off his target and turned to his friend, flashing him a carefree yet apologetic smile with blood splattered across his face. any other bypassed would've scrambled or covered their mouth in fear, but you were amazed. it all clicked, fifteen flares lit up inside your eyes as you came to the realization that you had finally found your soon-to-be tutor (whether they liked it or not). you could only hope that he wouldn't treat you like the other gang leaders.

"sorry for the wait, ken-chin, i'm coming!~"

mikey cheerfully hopped about towards draken, as they both turned around to continue walking towards their designated location, scoffing off the insolent encounter. whilst they walked away, you left your beloved corner and ran behind them in hopes of catching up.

of course, they both turned around immediately, no thanks to your loud and approaching footsteps. they were both ready for another attack, thinking you were a friend of the person that mikey had just finished drubbing. but to their surprise, it was measly a tiny 12-year-old girl with hope and glimmer in her eyes. instantly, their shoulders slouched down, no longer readying themselves for a brawl. only a look of confusion left on their faces.

you took in a deep breath before screaming out loud, catching them both off guard. "that was so cool!! please teach me how to kick like that!!" honestly, they didnt expect something so tiny to have such a loud.

"..."

both draken and mikey turned away from you to look at each other, feeling befuddled and it was clear on their faces. whilst draken maintained that look, mikey turned back and shot a sneaky smirk towards you.

"sure!"

"mikey?!"

•it did not take that long for you two to hit it off. honestly, mikey? bewildered by you. adored you with every atom in his being <33 it didn't take long for him to start bringing you up in conversations with the other toman division captains and mitsuya was certainly not happy. he gave mikey a long, fat, boring earful of a lecture which lead absolutely nowhere because mikey still went out to meet with you after school, dragging ken-chin with him, of course.

•you were excited at first but said excitement quickly died out. you noticed after a few meet-ups with mikey that he wasn't exactly teaching you how to perform that super-duper-amazing kick of his as you liked to call it. instead, you sort of became his second ken-chin — his errand girl if you must say. mikey would make you carry him places whilst he slept on your back, buy him food, hell he even made you wake up early so you can do his hair in the morning and wake him up and take him to school. this daily cycle became very apparent to every time division captain, as you would always barge into every meeting with a drooling mikey hanging off your shoulders. and to be honest they felt quite guilty. they could see you becoming tired of the process already.

•more than tired, you were beginning to feel frustrated and sheepish. it felt as if he was treating you like a dog, or not taking you as seriously as you would've hoped. your legs were starting to ache and give out easily from all the running he had you doing, your back was in agony from all the carrying and your arms were so sore you couldn't even take notes in your classes, as your wrists would just give out after just a few written sentences. but in the grand scheme of things, it was like mikey was testing your durability. your workout was disguised as errands to see how serious you were about physically improving your build. in no way shape or form was he disrespecting you, but it sure did feel humiliating the majority of the time.

•it wasn't rare for you two to argue or yell at each other once you get comfortable around one another. quite frankly, mikey was bothersome and it was difficult to not get pissed at him. it doesn't help that no matter how many times you tried to explain that you were a currently growing child in the process of body development, he still found it valid to tease you for being only a few centimeters shorter than him. he would often take jabs at you to elevate himself and you were not afraid of biting back. sadly, draken was the one going through the pain of enduring your jabs at one another.

most of your "training" sessions went the same way they were currently going; mikey yelling at you from across the field with a stuffed mouth whilst you used draken as a human kicking bag. his voice was starting to sound like pins stabbing into your head.

"how many times do I have to tell you to kick higher you little half-pint midget?!"

"what was that you subatomic shrimp?!"

"you heard me, micro-girl!"

"oh my god."

•you don't know whether mikey has magical abilities or not because he always seems to be aware of you being in trouble or needing a hand. if you're ever stuck in a fight you're fated to lose, mikey will somehow find you, no matter where you are, and save your ass. he describes it as a tingling feeling in his stomach; one which cannot be explained. it's like a pit in the bottom of his gut urging him to do something — anything; to get up and find you; to make sure you're alright; to make sure you're safe and alive. and to be quite honest with himself? as he's getting older and precarious, he's afraid of becoming too attached to you. he doesn't want his dark urges to drag you down along with him.

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧

•everything about motorcycles screamed hipness and coolness. now you didn't own one yourself, but your older brother sure did. and of course, you, a rebellious and unruly child did not find much interest in your brother's threats of telling you to not touch his precious possession. taking his motorcycle out for drives when he was not present was a common habit for you. picking fights with neighborhood high schools who were much older than you and challenging them to races was always a productive way to pass your time, was it not? carelessly driving through the streets of tokyo was a drug — one so calming it tempted you to close your eyes and turn from the world.

•you still remember that night; how you were hit with an unpleasant surprise of a 6'1" man almost running you over with a kawasaki zephyr 400. no doubt if he had been going any faster he would've broken all 24 ribs in your body and given you an everlasting emotional scar. you might have been spared that evening but the back of your brother's motorcycle was certainly not. the rear fender in the back had a noticeable denting on it and draken was sure his face would too upon seeing your livid glare.

"sht, sorry, fck, are you okay kid?"

draken cautiously approached the kneeling you on the ground, slowly hovering over you and placing a hand on your stern shoulder. for a hot second, he reached down into his pocket as he stepped closer, readying himself to call an ambulance. your back was facing him, and he assumed, because of the position you were in, that you were critically injured but he could only jump in surprise as you sprang up, turning around in the blink of an eye to grip the hem of his shirt and pull him closer to your teary-eyed and beyond livid face.

"what the hell did you do, asshole?!" he blinked in surprise, completely caught off guard. not expecting a tiny middle school girl to start shaking his figure in anger. "my brother's gonna kill me! what were you daydreaming about your girlfriend or some sht?! i'm going to kill youn"

"chill, what the fck?!" he grabbed your wrists which were shaking his entire form, pushing you back from him a bit so he could inspect you further. despite the mindless insults you were throwing at him, he still inspected you to make sure you had no injuries.

"listen, I — oh my god, relax! look, I have a workshop, it's a small dent, I can fix it for you, okay?"

•in the 1 hour that you spent with him in his workshop, your fondness grew more, and more, and more, and more until you found yourself visiting his workshop every day after school. skipping happily over to draken and occasionally striking up a conversation with inupi to pass the time. draken enjoyed your presence, it was nice to have a person to keep him occupied as he worked since mikey was no longer present to fill the void. but he never understood why you would shy away from him every time he questioned you about your reasoning for sticking around routinely.

"draken, I —"

"just a sec, (y/n). I'm busy here."

draken could you practically feel you sulking into your chair without even having to turn around and look at you. he has known you for enough time now. no matter how he looks at it, you're just an impatient kid and your antics never failed to make him chuckle.

"alright, alright, quite sulking, what'd you want?"

you started to awkwardly fiddle with your fingers, a faint blush of embarrassment across your cheeks and a big, sulky pout.

"I wanted to ask, could you...teach me."

draken put down whatever he was working on to turn around and looks at you with a raised brow, hand resting on his knees.

"teach you what?"

"I dunno, just...teach me how to work on motorcycles I guess. I always see working with inupi, I wanna do something too."

"I have a better idea, why don't you just work for me?"

•from that day forward, rise and shine you were always at the workshop in the early morning before school and after school. you essentially spent more time in the workshop than at home, to your mother's dismay. but draken was no menace, he was a responsible and hard-working young man, and he cared for you, like, a lot. every day during lunch break he steps out to a nearby restaurant to pick up lunch for the both of you and he knows exactly what you like <33 always gets your favorites! allows you to do your homework in the back of the shop as well, he has a table set just for you, and occasionally, he'll help you out with complicated assignments if he sees them eating away at you.

•when it comes to teaching you about motorcycles, he takes things step by step. at first, it's just a simple game of watch and learn — him putting a comfy chair for you next to his beloved station for you to observe the way he works, with him explaining things as he goes along. draken encourages you to observe him as he exchanges words with clients sufficiently, communication is a big factor in pleasing consumers. and do not even try to pull out your phone and start texting when he's educating you because you will yourself earn a smack across the head. and he doesn't hold back either, that sht hurts </33

•he's a very tolerant tutor. yes, he does smack you across the head occasionally but I can assure you, it is completely out of love. when he's handling a difficult topic, he takes things soberly and it makes your heart jump in delight. the amount of attention he puts into nurturing you not only as a mechanic but also as a person is very heartwarming to you. he makes you feel needed as well as wanted — you're not a bother. not to him; never to him. he sees his younger self in you and holds that factor very close and dear to his heart.

𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚

•wakasa and you met in a civilized way when compared to mikey and draken. growing up, your classmates did not like you much due to unbeknownst reasons. you weren't the sharpest tool in the shed according to their so-called statistics. the boys had a fun time nitpicking at your looks and flaws and the girls found amusement in making fun of your imperfect test scores. even if some of their comments were untrue, they still fed off your self-esteem, leaving your mental state in shambles. this torment led you to a somewhat incoherent conclusion. if they couldn't adore you because of your lack of beauty and/or brains, then you'll make them fear you. it was as simple as that — you felt as if turning to violence was your only option, you believed that it would be your saving grace.

•that is what led you to wakasa's gym. 15:30 right after classes, legs shaking in nervousness, hand gripping your school bag, and taking in a gulp before pushing the doors open. at first, it wasn't as scary as you thought it would be. you expected it to be packed with big buff guys but there was only one big buff guy and another smaller, slimmer man. the gym looked well-kept, materials neatly stacked on shelves, and it smelt quite nice for a gym, like neat cologne, but one that smelt nice and not overbearing.

there was an eerie silence in the room and wakasa and benkei stole glanced at each other. they definitely did not expect a tiny, skirmish, middle school girl to waltz through their gym's doors. for a split second, benkei was going to apologetically tell you that you probably have walked into the wrong store but the terrified look on your face mixed with determination proved him otherwise and he was sure that his close friend noticed that look on your face as well.

wakasa was the first one to fill the silence. "can we help you?" he stole another glance towards benkei, unsure of what really do, since you was practically frozen on the spot. you couldn't even tell if it was because of benkei's huge build or not. "uh, hello? you good—"

your abruptly cut him off, coming back to your senses. "y-yes, sorry! I just, I wanted to...sign up here! I can, right? or is there an age restriction? do you want me to leave, I'll leave!"

"no, no." wakasa waved you off. "there are no age restrictions, you're welcome to sign up." his calm demeanor and relaxed voice helped calm your nerves. wakasa began taking steps towards you to inspect your figure. "is this your first time in a gym? no need to be nervous, come in. and close the door behind you please, it's chilly outside."

"r-right, sorry..."

•wakasa's calm demeanor was very welcoming and to your surprise, benkei was just as even-tempered. they were both gentle, seeing as you were, well, young and timid. wakasa took time to question you before any further involvement. he noticed that your hands were like noodles — very unfit and that stunned him a lot?? but he wasn't going to be judgemental! he was more than happy to help you improve your physical strength if that's what you were looking for!

•the first few weeks of your arrival, wakasa always took you aside to teach you the basics and help you improve away from all the other scary dudes, taking his time to encourage you and uplift you. he looked at for you outside of the gym too, telling you how to improve your diet, take longer routes to your school, and gave a simple yet easy work-out routine to follow at home. you took baby steps yet every milestone you achieved made his heart combust in pride. this was the first time he guided somebody so inexperienced and he felt as if he was discovering a lot about himself along the way. and sometimes, when wakasa was busy, benkei would be the one to pull you to the side and work with you, and honestly benkei was the most gentle thing ever <333 wakasa would never admit it, but deep down he felt a stab of jealousy when he saw you having so much fun whilst working out with benkei </33

•after a few weeks of knowing and coaching you, the two of you build a very strongest and sweet friendship. wakasa never understood what reasons somebody as you could possibly have for trying to become a solid and feared fighter, but when you eventually come forward and open up to him, his reaction is as lenient as ever but the sigh that leaves his lips after you tell him your reasonings tell a different tale.

"look, im not telling you to quit; im not telling you that your reasonings are invalid; im not telling you to give up on your goal. but look, don't know how responsible this advice is but i'm saying it anyway..." he placed a soft hand atop your head, stroking your hair fluently.

"...don't let anyone look down at you ever again. I trained you, i've seen your worth, show it to them as well. people will always tell you that violence is never the answer but it's conflicting. a part of me wants to tell you that you can't solve all your issues with violence but the other part of me knows the truth. I was a middle schooler — kids are assholes, (y/n). use violence to protect, never to hurt. there is a difference between being respected and feared and you'll see it with people's attitudes towards you. but if you wish to become a delinquent, I will not stand in your way. I'll be honest, being a delinquent in middle school...yes, I made some bad decisions but I do not regret a thing —"

"wow wakasa that has to be the most irresponsible piece of advice you've ever given. I can't believe you just told (y/n) to beat people up."

"shut the fck up benkei, that's not what I said."

•and that's how you get yourself invited into brahman <3 although wakasa was quite adamant about it at first, wakasa allowed you to join. not that he had much of a choice anyways as senju was the one who begged you to join after she saw you working out with wakasa. explaining how there's no possible way they couldn't let you join because "it would be a waste of her potential". wakasa took it upon himself to drag you everywhere with him. anywhere he went with brahman you traced behind him like a lost puppy. in meetings, he would make you stand right next to him and in fights, you would only be fighting alongside him and benkei. he wouldn't let you out of his sight, which is sadly something he got teased plenty of times for.

•it's the little things that made wakasa so great. he would often walk you back home after brahman fights to make sure you were safe and sound. makes you text him what you've eaten during the day to ensure that you're following a healthy diet. helps you dye your hair at home and is there with you when you get your first piercings. speaking of piercings, walked into the bathroom one time only to be met with the sight of you trying to give yourself a nose piercing using a sewing needle. proceeded to lift you upside down and threatened to dip your head into the toilet if he ever saw you doing that again.

•it's thanks to wakasa, benkei, and brahman that you no longer held a grudge against your classmates. you learned to let go because you have so much more now — things to look forward to, things to wake up every morning for. and you sure as hell never let anybody talk sht to you ever again.

#tokyo revengers #sano manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #draken x reader #wakasa x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #wakasa imaushi x reader #wakasa imaushi #mikey #draken #manjiro sano #ken ryuguji

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vquacki · 3 years

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Distraction.

Distraction with a hint of jealousy

Characters: Kazutora Hanemiya, Chifuyu Matsuno, Manjiro Sano (Mikey, blackhair)

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, possessive behavior, MINORS DNI

Note : As promised, here I am, writing for different characters. Dejected recently but it’s all good.

I feel like Kazutora would be the complete opposite of his younger self, Prob hella ooc because I haven't ever written for them before. So feedback is appreciated! Haven't written for 5 days, so I apologize if it's not up to par. :// sorry, ily all <3 I hope you all enjoy! (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

K A Z U T O R A

“Aww Kazutora, stop being like that~” You grinned, your hands resting on the rough shelves, leaning your body against the pet food aisles.

“Y/N, I’m trying to work” Kazutora sighed, his work shift had barely started and you were already messing with him.

“Chifuyu won’t mind if you have a break! I just want some attention.” You whined, bottom lip tugging into a pout as you watched the man pile up treat bags.

Kazutora ignored you, continuing his duties. It was a blessing Chifuyu had given him a job when he was released from prison, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind he would be on the streets if it wasn’t for Chifuyu’s generosity.

He didn’t want to ridicule his boss's kind gestures in any way, but with all this childish bickering it was very difficult for the male. He didn’t know if he could last any longer with your persistent begging, it was then he realized he spoiled you too much, he absolutely adored you too much.

“Kazu~ please” your eyes glimmered, lips puckering. Trying your best to form a cute puppy like face.

“Fine. Just let me finish up this cart okay?” Kazutora huffed, rolling his eyes once he saw your frowned face giddy up.

“You can’t resist me now can you Kazu?” You smirked in triumph, it always worked. You throw a fit, he folds almost immediately.

“Oh whatever,” Kazutora chuckled. Using his free hand to wave you off, gesturing you off to the staff room to wait for him.

It had been at least thirty minutes, you had grown far too impatient to wait any longer for the male. Your once cheerful face rounding into a furrowed expression. Repeatedly tapping your shoes against the tiled floor, until you heard the staff door click.

“How long does it take to place bags on a shelf?” You crossed your arms, leaning back against the office chair.

“I’m sorry, a customer came in” He apologized, a resourceful smile upon his lips.

“Really? Did she adopt anyone?” You raised a brow, you didn't show it often but you were quite infatuated with the animals in the small shop. You loved every single one of them.

“No, she just came in with her friends and asked me a few questions.” He replied,

“Im sorry, my pretty girl” it was his turn to pout, crouching a bit to your level. Interlocking your fingers, a regretful glean in his irises.

You knew she didn't come in for a simple question & answers. It was the usual, girls coming in gawking at the worker. Everytime the male was so unaware, so oblivious it was rather amusing. You were thankful for the males unmindful thoughts, not surprising since he did spend a hefty amount of time in prison.

Kazutora being very new to the world with its many wonders.

Your upset features clear as day to your boyfriend, sure he wasn't keen on emotions, but he had known you long enough to know when you're down. He had learned to adapt over his many years of therapy, in prison and outside.

“Are you mad-” He was interrupted when your hand grabbed the tie attached to his work uniform. Pulling him all the way down towards your sitting figure. Gripping the tie with a mailed fist, not even letting go when your lips met his.

His eyes were peeled, the shock radiating from the male was evident, even with your closed eyes. You didn't stop, you couldn't.

Kazutora was yours, yours alone. You weren't ever gonna settle for him ever being taken away.

His body quickly eased against yours, lips syncing with yours. He didn’t wanna question it any further, leaving the conversation for a later time. He was enjoying this too much, nonetheless not knowing what caused this situation in the first place.

He was breathless, pulling away to see a string of saliva connecting your two lips. Prompting your steamy make out session in the back of the pet shop.

His stomach twisted, heat rapidly rushing to his cheeks. It wasn't very often you would do something so overdone. It made his heart quicken in his chest, like a rollercoaster with so many loops. It made him want to scream till his vocal cords busted.

“You are mine Kazutora Hanemiya. Don't forget that” Your finger clenching around the red material of his tie. You felt a rush of relief seeing his flustered state, it made you want to do it over and over again until he would have to beg you with tears brimming his eyes to stop.

He shyly nodded, eyes roaming the room avoiding your piercing eyes staring daggers at him. He wanted more, the adrenaline rush felt like ecstasy. He secretly craved for it, a string of hope lingering as he waited for a sign. Anything.

“Kazutora~, You better look at me when I speak to you” You rebelled in a toothy grin. Playfully yanking on the cloth wrapped around his neck, resulting his head to jerk towards you. Golden orbs meeting your from the sudden heave, the cruel red that tinted his face along with the tips of his ears not fading one bit.

“Y-Y/N, st-stop playing around” He uttered, tripping over his own words. His mouthed words betraying the heavy thoughts that fogged his mind. Ignoring the repeated familiar voice whimpering ‘I want more’ in his consciousness.

“I'm not.” Your front blankly, you were being dead serious.

“Pleas-” shutting down his impeccable begging, nudging the side of his leg with your foot. Letting the male plop to his knees in front of you. If it was anyone else, this view would have been utterly pathetic.

Grabbing him by the throat you smashed your lips on his own, meeting his flushed ones again. His arms remaining weak at his sides, he couldn't find the strength to roam your frame.

Whether the reason leading towards this was you being frustrated he was late or the itching feeling it was those random girls, his jumbled mind choose the latter option.

Though he would have never guessed you were that territorial, he'd be lying if he said he didn't like- love it though.

C H I F U Y U

“What the- how does he keep killing me?” Chifuyu grunted, aggressively chewing the empty popsicle stick that was nuzzled between his lips. The violent sound of his controller clicking in his hands, holding back the urge to fling the pricy remote at the wall every time he died.

“Fuyu~ when are you getting off?” You groaned, staring up at the concentrated ravennette. Your head was situated on his thigh, watching his facial expression change every few seconds upon his failure to the game box.

You were in need of some affection, your boyfriend had been playing for hours. Only giving you mere mili seconds of his attention now and then.

It started to aggravate you, he invited you over to just watch him play?

“Hold on baby, just let me beat this guy” Chifuyu gently patted your head before glueing his eyes back to the flat screen, disregarding your drawn out sigh.

“I'm just gonna go home, Chifuyu. I'm tired.” You lied, sitting up from your lying position. Heart desiring to see his reaction, whether it be concerning or not would pursue your actions.

“Huh, what! Why? baby” He shot back, clicking a button to pause the device.

“Cause your on the game! I'm bored Fuyu” You frowned, eyes searching the room for all your belongings, furthering your act. Anticipating the males efforts to halt you.

“Okay, I'll get off. '' Chifuyu shushed you, heart dropping to the pit of his stomach at the thought of you leaving him all alone. Standing up to switch off the T.V, placing the controller on the table holding the television up.

Your company was assuring, he didn't want to lose you.

“C'mere Y/N” He mirrored your sad pout, gently flopping on you. Your back meeting the mattress with the male sprawled on top of you, sandwiching you.

His head cozied up into your neck, hands wrapping around your waist. His hot breath fanning your jaw, the slight tickling feeling making you tense up under him. A faint smile present on your lips from his compassionate response to your staged act.

“By the way” Chifuyu tilted his head, looking at you.

“Were you jealous of my game?” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows awaiting your response. Perky deminor poking your frisk mood.

“I- Well obviously! You love that game more than me huh?” You condemned, accusing the male. Your brows rows knitting together.

“W-What no! You're my number one!” Chifuyu swiftly corrected you, sitting up. Astonished you could deem him that unworldly claim.

“You don't act like it” You sulked, turning your head the other way with a hmph.

“No Y/N, I’m sorry” the guilt racking up, thinking about all the times he neglected you when you were over at his house whilst he played his game. Imagining your borden build watching him have fun with his head set on both ears as he played.

“Show me with actions Matsuno” Your voice stern, eyes refusing to meet his.

It made his heart ache, a vomiting feeling emitting from his core. He felt horrible. One of his arms sliding underneath your neck, the other underneath your knees. Hauling you to his chest, cradling your stilled body. resembling a parent lolling their crying child to bed.

“Forgive me baby” He spewed, the surface of his lips greeting every part of your face. Placing soft kisses, not missing one spot along your skin.

“I love you, forgive me” he continued, the hand under your knees trailing up your frame, caressing the chub on your cheek. You melted at his touch, giving in. You spent the night, the male giving you his full undivided attention. Attending to your every beck and call, kisses with skin craving cuddles were in session for the rest of the night.

You both were fully occupied. No more distractions.

M I K E Y

He had been absent all week, only appearing when it was convenient for him. Popping in and out, sometimes even coming home with blood smeared all over his clothes. The red looked as if it was lazily rubbed off, he didn't bother cleaning properly.

He was exhausted.

You missed his touch, with the feeling of your hands running through his long black locks.

Your head jolted to the door when you heard the doorknob twist, your mind was cluttered with unruly remarks. You didn't want to pounce on him with questions, you could tell he was about to pass out. He was in no state to be interrogated. The dark bags under his eyes prompted even under the dim living room light.

However there was something different, his hair was shorter, a bob cut.

“Hi Mikey, new haircut?” You greeted the male, feet quietly prancing over to him.

Your presence comforted him, he finally felt relaxed. Just from being with you, it made him feel warm.

“Y/N, why aren't you asleep?” His voice was low, carefully shutting the door behind him, fastening the lock.

“Were you waiting for me” He glanced at you from the side of his eye, bending down to slip off his shoes. Your hands fiddled with the hem of your pajama sleeve. You missed him, yearning for the males touch. Just a single touch could stop your greed.

Just one.

“yeah, a little” you mumbled, observing the males every move. Taking all of him in before he had the chance to leave once more. Silence roaming the room, the both of you staying quiet.

It wasn't a comfortable silence either, you hated it. It was so foreign, especially with the male.

“I have to admit, i'm a little jealous” You broke the hushed room from its cricketing, heels of your feet whirling around, making your way towards the couch.

“Of what.?” Mikey replied, walking closely behind you, settling into the cushion next to you.

“Whoever you're going out with everyday,” you gave him a two faced smile, it hurt so much.

“It's okay though! As long as you're safe..” You reassured, your hands were trembling. You wanted to spill everything, tell him how much you miss him, his voice whispering loving phrases into your ear as he rocked you to sleep.

“I'm so sorry Y/N” Mikey wasn't dense nor oblivious, he knew the problem.

“Had to take care of a few things.” He dejected, he recoperated your feelings. You're his everything, the only thing he had left.

The one thing that didnt leave him from his stupidity on creating some dumb new world.

“But don’t be Y/N, everyone is inferior to you.” He comforted you, arms slinging over your shoulder. Engulfing you in his warmth. Fuzzy bubbling building up in your belly.

“So don't worry my love, I'll always be here with you. Even if you want to leave me, I'll always be here” There it was, the tender whispering you grieved for.

“I'll never leave you Mikey, I swear” You whimpered into his shoulder, hands wrapping around his neck. Drawing him as close as he could go against your body, those lonely night tears finally catching up to you at this wholehearted moment.

But who knows, promises, vows? Aren't they all made to be broken anyways?

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marsbutterfly · 3 years

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hey love, i don't know if you're taking reqts or not, but i have an idea that i think you'll like idk! lol What if the foreign s/o taught the Tokrev characters to say "I love you" in their native language? (u don't need to specify the language/country if you don't want to, but if you want to accept a suggestion, could it be brazilian portuguese? in this case the 'ily' would be "Eu te amo" omg)

idk i was just here and i had this idea, you can choose the characters ok? but anyway, thanks for the attention!

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴀs ᴀ ʙʀᴀᴢɪʟɪᴀɴ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴍʏ ʟɪʟ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪs sᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ <𝟹

Headcanons: Teaching Baji, Hina, Kazutora and Mikey To Say I Love You In Your Native Language

ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ: ᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɢᴜᴇsᴇ

- Baji can barely speak his own native language, much less a whole different one but he tries so hard.

- He uses google translate to try and start writing letters for you in another language, but as you can probably tell, they aren't very well written.

- One night you caught him looking at an old dictionary you had, trying to decipher what the strange words meant and you had to build up the courage to go and disturb him because it was adorable.

- "What are you doing?" You ask, quietly. You kneel by his side and he gasps, closing the book shut.

- In that moment, you notice a red blush spreading across his cheeks as he looks away, hand touching the back of his neck.

- "Baji Keisuke." You say his full name and his head snaps back, eyes wide.

- "I was trying to find out how to say I Love You in your native language, ok?" He says, raising his hands as a sign of defeat. "But I'm failing miserably."

- Your heart nearly stopped beating for a second and you immediately burst into laughter.

- Tears in your eyes from laughing so hard kind of laughter.

- Baji's blush deepens and he pouts, crossing his arms before his chest.

- "You could have just asked me, you know?" You say, wiping away a single tear.

- "But then it wouldn't be a surprise." He responds and you shrug your shoulders.

- "But that dictionary doesn't have the translations for your native language, you would be looking for the right words for days, weeks even."

- "Can you just teach me how to say it?" He begs and you nod, picking a piece of paper from the floor and a pencil from the desk beside the bookshelf.

- "I means Eu." You begin, writing the word down. "Te amo means Love You."

- "Eo teh amo" He says, awkwardly reading the paper and you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck before pulling him in for a long, well deserved kiss.

- "Eu te amo." You whisper against his lips.

ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ: ғʀᴇɴᴄʜ.

- Hina has always been so interested on everything surrounding your culture and where you came from.

- She would ask questions about your hometown or the people you grew up with.

- She asks about your parents, siblings, pets, anything that sounds remotely interesting and even the boring parts about your life in another country.

- One day, without letting you find out, she began to take classes in an attempt to impress you before asking you out on a date.

- She knew a few words already but she wanted to be able to fully ask you out.

- Hina became the best student she could be, getting straight A's and perfect pronunciation.

- When the day came, she could feel her heart beating in her throat. A nervous sweat dripping down her forehead as she walked closer to your door.

- She knocked a few times and nearly threw up when it took you longer than a minute to answer.

- But when you did, she nearly stopped breathing.

- The sight of you in your pajamas, messy hair and a mug filled with hot chocolate in hand. A smile on your lips as you ask her what she's doing there and if she would like to come in.

- "I have something I want to say to you." She says, straightening her posture. You are baffled but still curious to know what she has to say.

- "Okay, I'm all ears." You say and she takes a deep breath.

- "Sortez avec moi"

- You widen your eyes, "Really?" and she nods.

- "Je t'aime" She says, pulling you by the waist and you yelp in response, laughter leaving your lips.

- "I love you too."

ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ: sᴘᴀɴɪsʜ.

- Kazutora is constantly trying to be sexy but he fails miserably most of the time because he is a precious baby boy.

- So when you first told him that your native language isn't the one you use to communicate with him, he was fascinated.

- He thought it was the hottest thing in the world that you could speak more than one language so fluently.

- So, while he was in jail, he started asking other inmates to teach him how to speak Spanish because he wanted to impress you.

- He would write down sentences he wanted to say to you and read them before bed.

- He would leave the small piece of paper by his bed at all times, right next to the picture of you he had in his bunk.

- He left this little detail out of the letters he would write to you while in prison so he could have something to surprise you with once he was out.

- The day he got out, you were the first person he went to see. You couldn't pick him up because you were at work and it broke your heart to not be there for him.

- But as soon as you saw him, your heart filled with so much love that you ran towards him.

- Kazutora wrapped his arms around you and suddenly your feet weren't touching the ground anymore.

- He brought his lips closer to your ear and whispered: "Te quiero."

- "Te quiero más" You replied and he nuzzled his nose against yours. "Since when do you speak spanish?"

- "I have many talents." He says and you giggle.

- "I can't wait to see them all."

ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ: ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ

- Mikey is the kind of person who would do anything for his s/o.

- When you first started dating, he could tell that you had an accent but he couldn't put his finger on where the accent was from.

- Finally, you told him that you were from another country and he was ecstatic.

- He spent half an hour trying to decipher where you are from but with little to no success. You ended up telling him where specifically you were from.

- He sat there and he listened to your stories about home for hours up until the moment you started to cry because you were so homesick.

- He wrapped an arm around you and allowed you to cry on his shoulder.

- After dropping you off, he drove home so fast that it took him less than 5 minutes to get there.

- He immediately began doing research on how to say things like: you're beautiful or I love you.

- The next day, he showed up to pick you up from class and he had a bright smile on his lips, something you didn't see very often.

- "What are you smiling about?" You ask, planting a kiss on his cheek before taking the helmet from his hand. He didn't respond.

- Instead, he takes you to a Greek restaurant down the road and your heart melts at how thoughtful he is.

- He orders your favorite dish, something you had told him about a few times.

- He has a strange but determined look on his face. You can see the gears moving in his brain as he attempts to say something.

- "Σ' αγ" He says and you furrow your eyebrows at him.

- He doesn't attempt to say it again. Instead, he pulls out his phone on a translator app he found the night before and hits the voice button.

- "Σ' αγαπώ"

- And you realize why he was smiling: because he knew this would bring a smile out of you.

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years

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Alr alr twist my arm to send in a lil something…

I adore the way you write lee Takemichi and I’m rewatching TokRev rn sooooooo….!

May I request Lee Takemichi and Ler Draken (I PULLED A FAST ONE AND CHANGED IT UP THIS TIME!)

And as you know I’m shit at prompts so here’s some sentence starters for Inspiration!

“Well would you look at that.”

“Soo… what is it?”

“Hey, what’s wrong with you?”

“How do you have that many?”

ILYSM AND PLS FEEL ABSOLUTELY NO PRESSURE TO WRITE THIS BC I WANT YOU TO COME BACK TO THE HELLSITE IN A RELAXED MANNER!!!

Pls consume two hydrogen and one oxygen today kthx ily

JWKKEKJRKELJRKJLEKJRKJW DUCKY YOU ARE AMAZING! Thank you so much for the kind words! And heck yes! Any chance to write for Lee!Takemichi and just Draken in general is an amazing day!

I didn't know which sentence starter to use, so I just kinda combined them all-ish? Either way, I hope you like it!

“Well, what are you waiting for? Put it on.”

Takemichi startled, eyes widening as he looked up at Draken. “What? Wait- really?” He looked back at the worn leather in his arms, the Toman Jacket gifted to him full of memories.

Mikey’s old Toman Jacket.

Now given to him to wear.

Was he truly worthy of it?

“Oi, stop gawking and get dressed already.” Draken gestured to him to get on with it. With a yelp, Takemichi turned around and tugged on the jacket, letting the weight of it all settle.

Much like they suspected, it fit well. It was a tad snug on the arms, but he could move in it easily enough. Taking a breath, he turned to face Draken. “Well? How do I look?”

Draken ran a hand against his jaw, studying him carefully. He stood and gestured the other to turn, taking him in with each new angle. When Takemichi faced him head on once more, Draken nodded. “Yeah. It looks alright.”

Takemichi felt his heart leap. “Really? Thanks-”

“It’s crooked. Hang on.” Hands tugged at the hem of his jacket, pulling it straight. “Hm- perhaps a tad small. We’ll get Mitsuya to fix it- he’s into that stuff nowadays. He can make the sleeves bigger.” Draken fussed over him, smoothing out the creases and checking to make sure Takemichi could zip it close.

The gesture oddly reminded him of a mother hen. The image of Draken as such had him fighting back the giggles.

“What?” The bigger man raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing! N-Nothing.” Takemichi stilled, cheeks heating from being caught.

“It’s certainly not ‘nothing’. What’s so funny?”

“Nothing! Really, I’m not laughing!”

“Takemitchy.”

That tone. Takemichi’s traitorous brain translated it to clucking.

“Okay, now you are laughing!” Draken shook his head when Takemichi snorted, covering his mouth in horror. “Out with it already!”

“I’m-pfft! Aheahaha! I’m sorry! It’s just-” Terror that normally would leave him trembling only fueled his mirth, and he laughed in his hands as Draken rose to full height, eyeing him dangerously. “Y-Your like a mother he-hen!”

“......” Draken stared, eyes widening in shock. The sight only set off Takemichi further, and soon he was laughing openly, arms around his belly. “Ohohooho god I’m shahaharry!”

“You little…” Draken cracked his knuckles, the threat clear as day. “So, I’m a mother hen, eh?” He grabbed Takemichi, shocking the other into sobriety. “D-Draken?”

“What? Not funny anymore?” He was glaring at him. Oh no. No no no. He messed up. He got too comfortable with them! “Lost your funny bone? Here, let me help you find it!”

Takemichi squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the worst.

Instead of a punch to the face though…

“Ah! Aheaehahahahahahahaha! Wahhahait! Whahahhahahhait!” Takemichi yelped when fingers found his sides, squeezing gently. Oh no- tickling! The worst has come! “Dohoohohohn’t tihihihihickle mehehehhe!”

“Oh, first you want to laugh at second in command, and now you want to give orders?” Draken teased, amusement touching his tone as Takemichi squeaked and thrashed below him. Encouraged, he pulled the shorter boy into his chest, tossing one arm over his shoulders while the other continued to prod his waist and ribs. “You’ve got some serious balls, Takemitchy. I’ll give you that.”

“Geahahahahhahaha! Thhahhahahank yohohohoohu? Whahahahait- Whahahait noohoohooht thehehehehhere!” Takemichi’s giggle fit only increased when Draken shifted his hand over to his belly, clawing gently. With the Jacket unzipped, his thin button down gave him little protection from the other’s tickle attack. “Coohohohohohome on, I’m sahhahahhhaary!”

“Oh, so now you’re sorry?” Draken paused his tickles, pressing his hands into the smaller man’s sides in warning. “Alright- let’s hear it. You’re sorry for what?”

“Ahehe…hehehe…come ohohon, Draken!” Takemichi wheezed, cheeks red with exertion as he weakly glared at the other. At a gentle press to his ribs, he pressed on. “Okay okay! I’m sahaharry for calling you a mother ken! Let me go?”

“Uh, fine. I suppose I can let you go.” Draken pretended to think about it before letting the other be, laughing as Takemichi curled up on himself in giggles. “Watch your mouth next time. It’s bad enough Mikey-wait; did you say ‘Mother Ken?’”

Takemichi flushed in horror. He did.

The two stared at one another.

“Draken! Wait- I’m sorry! AH MIKEY HELP!” Takemichi cried as he raced out of the room, the bigger boy hot on his heels. Even with danger hot on his heels, he couldn’t help but laugh.

He really did love being in Toman.

I hope this was good!

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@duckymcdoorknob, @baby-tickles2022

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egg-on-the-run · 3 years

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I got my first proper request and I literally accidentally deleted it. Am I stupid? Yes. Did I immediately panic? Yes. Do I remember what was on it?........ mostly.

Haha anon I hope you see this I'm so sorry but ily.

The turtles s/o who's usually very calm but just bursts into anger.

Notes: swearing :) I think it's funny

Leonardo:

He's used to a very calm s/o, you like to meditate together, he's always been good with helping you with breathing exercises.

You both like to keep arguments to a minimum, and even when fights do take place there isn't a lot of yelling

But when your mother came to visit :) that was just :) a lot of pressure :)

And she stayed in your apartment :) for a week :) everything was fine :)

Leonardo hadn't seen you for an entire week, not an overly long time, but certainly not pleasant. And he knew that you got stressed when you couldn't see him often. So as soon as you texted saying you had dropped your mother off at the airport, he immediately came round.

You were already screaming the moment you walked in the door.

"Oh she has some nerve! Some nerve! Speaking to me like that!"

"I'm guessing you're car ride went smoothly."

"She's been bugging me all week! When are you getting married? When are you have kids? I want some grand babies before I die! Ugh! She's obsessed with maintaining this perfect image all because her friend's kids are married and making babies like rabbits!"

He stayed quiet, not exactly sure how to comfort you. It wasn't like he could provide you with these things, and by the sounds of it, your mother would never approve of your huge turtle boyfriend.

"She just can't get that I'm happy! I have my own life and it's perfect the way I want it to be! I have a perfect boyfriend! You're a fucking delight! She–she's just so obsessed with her image that she'd never get that!"

"You... You think so?"

"I know so! She's too stubborn and she'll never get how fucking great you are and it just— UGH! It fries my brain."

"Even though I... I can't give you all those things... I can't legally marry you, we can't have kids."

"Even if you could give me a mansion and a diamond ring, or if all you could give me was a-a fucking walnut! I love you Leonardo, not that prim and proper white satin wedding she's made a thousand Pinterest boards for. I love you, I just wish she would get it."

Leonardo leaned down and kissed your cheek

"I love you too."

He believed in dealing with anger appropriately, but seeing you defend him with such passion made him feel so much more secure.

Raphael:

He's seen you angry before, he encouraged it. He's all about helping you with your confidence, teaching you to not be afraid to take up space and stand up for yourself.

But holy cow. You were mad that night.

He'd warned you not to take the trash out at night, wait to the morning — or better yet, he'll take it out for you when he came to visit after patrol.

But you are Raphael's girl. You are stubborn.

So you take the trash out, and some absolute creep decides that "flirting" in a dark alleyway in the key to a girl's heart.

Raphael swooped in, told the man to scram. But bold and drunk, the man spits back with a "Oh yeah? And would she want anything to do with a freak like you? What are you gonna do? Hit me? Aw, big angry turtle, you're gonna scare your girlfriend away."

It was two of his biggest insecurities. His appearance and his rage, especially in regards to scaring you away. It was a low blow, Raphael should have known to just walk away.

But he clammed up, he'd never admit when his anxiety got the best of him and you don't blame him.

"Oh go fuck yourself. If a vile man like you doesn't scare me, why the hell do you think a good man like him would?"

"A good man? He's not a fucking man! He's some freaky turtle thing, a pretty little thing like you deserves a real man."

"And are you a real man?"

"More real than your little pet."

The next thing you knew, the man was on the ground. You assumed Raphael knocked him out, but Raph's standing behind you and you're the one with your hand in a fist.

"Oh my god. Oh–Oh Raphie I knocked him out! O-Oh my god!"

"Holy shit Y/N! You probably broke his nose!" Raphael is grinning, shaking your shoulders.

"I didn't mean to hurt him."

"He deserves a broken nose at the least for messing with you! He was an asshole and he needed someone like you to set him straight!"

"I, um, well, I suppose he did! Saying such horrible things about you, I-I guess he did need someone to put him in his place."

Raphael ruffled your hair, "Thank you, my knight in shining armour."

"That make you my Prince?"

"Your Prince who was right about not taking the trash out at night."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

He appreciated you standing up for him more than you could imagine. And he found it mighty hot how hard you hit that guy. Seriously! He must be a good self defence teacher.

Donatello:

Donatello loves you so much, loves holding you and hugging you whenever he can. He adores it when you sit on his lap while he works.

But do you like to cuddle when you sleep? Tough luck. Getting him to bed is like trying to lick your own elbow: near impossible.

Regardless, you try. Because every once in a while Donatello is too tired to fight and he will go to bed.

Tonight is not one of those nights.

"Baby, please, just come to bed. Everyone's already asleep."

"I'll be there in a minute, just go on without me."

You sigh, not really seeing the point in fighting. Instead you return to his bed, trying to keep yourself awake playing games on your phone. When half an hour passes, you go back and try again.

"Donnie come on, aren't you tired? I just want to cuddle."

"I just need to put some stuff on a hard drive, April's writing a new article, she needs it for tomorrow."

You sigh once more, "Promise you'll come to bed right after?"

"I promise."

Donatello's bed is comfortable, but it's more comfortable with him in. You force yourself to stay awake; despite your exhaustion you're determined to cuddle tonight. It's all you want.

But it did not take an hour to put some documents onto a hard drive. And he's being awfully loud for just typing away on a computer.

"Are you fucking joking right now?!"

He jumps, almost dropping the box of beakers in his arms, "Hey love... Can't sleep?"

"You're rearranging your lab?! Why are you—since when do you rearrange things, huh? What the hell?!"

"I just y'know, thought things needed a change..?"

"Oh, and now is the time to change things, really? Of all the times to move your fucking beakers you decide to do it in the middle of the night after I specifically asked you to come to bed? Seriously?"

He gives a nervous grin, the kind that usually made you smile in return. But it was late — rather it was early at this point — and you were cranky.

"You can sleep without me, you're a big girl." He teased.

"I want to sleep with my boyfriend! I want to cuddle! Is that so much to ask for?!"

Donatello blinked, "You're right, I'm sorry, but I swear, I promise, I'll be ten minutes, honest."

"You can finish this tomorrow. If you're not in bed in the next ten seconds, I am going to scream and wake everyone else up."

"Don't be ridiculous—"

"Ten."

Donatello jumped, quickly moving to shove supplies in cupboards a little recklessly. You continued to count down from ten, storming off back to his bed for hopefully the finally time this night.

By the time you got to the very firm "Three... Two... One..." Donatello was racing to bed, dived in beside you, crashing and knocking your heads together.

He'd never tell you, for fear you'd let it get to your head, but he kind of liked it when you got bossy.

Michelangelo:

Anger and Michelangelo just don't mix. They just don't. He's the king of communication, he's tries his hardest to avoid fights at any and all costs. You've always appreciated his determination to talk things out with you.

But with his brothers? He shuts down, he goes quiet and just accepts whatever blame they put on him: he knows they don't mean it, they only say mean things when they're angry.

But it hurts, hearing his big brothers tell him he's stupid, that he's childish, that he's lackadaisical.

"What kind of word even is that?! I swear Donnie must read a thesaurus as a bedtime story.."

So he's allowed to complain, and you let him ramble when he comes to visit. He sits on your bed and the words just tumble out of his mouth, lets you move around the room tidying up while he rants.

"I just—Raph keeps calling me stupid. And I just—I-I just—You know, sometimes I believe it."

You freeze, sweater only half folded and turn to him, "But you're not stupid. Just because you're not some brainiac like Donatello doesn't make you stupid. If that was the case, then I'm stupid, Raph's stupid, April, Leo, Splinter is stupid. Do you think we're all stupid?"

"Well—no, but—"

"But what?"

"But I... I am a little stupid."

"No you're not! Mikey, how many times has you out of the box thinking saved the day? Y-You were the one who suggested playing friggen buck-buck to take down Shredder! Y-Your skateboarding—hoverboarding skills saved the world. You think your brothers could do that?"

Mikey scrunched his nose up, "That's not smart though. They're right. My-my focus is all over the place, I-I could never come up with a plan like Leo, I could never have half the brains Donnie has, and Raph just—he gets things that I don't and I-I am stupid!"

"I need to have a word with your brothers—"

"And that's another thing! Everyone still treats me like I'm some kid! I don't need you to have a word with them! You're not my mom."

"Then you have a word with them! But sitting here and complaining about things that just aren't true isn't going to change anything!"

He's taken aback. Much like himself, you hardly ever yell, never ever raise your voice at him.

"I am not going to stand here and let them insult you day in and day out! Either you do something about it, or I will!"

He blinks at you, you're aggressively folding the sweater in your arms and grumbling about how you could definitely take Raphael in a fist fight if need be. You mumble something about how nobody gets to speak to your boyfriend like that, and it finally clicks with Mikey.

"Alright. I'm going to talk to them," He's mostly talking to himself, "I'm going to show them that I'm not some stupid, ditzy, lackadaisical kid anymore. I'm your boyfriend, and nobody gets to speak with me that way!"

You beam at him, anger disappearing within the second with his newfound confidence, "Hell yeah! Nobody insults my boyfriend!"

"Your boyfriend!"

"My boyfriend!"

"Your boyfriend!"

His brothers' version of a wake up call is to point out his weaknesses, tell him what needs to be corrected. But you much prefer to build him up, point out his strengths.

But jeez, he does not like your angry face.

#Upon seeing this request I forgot what anger felt like for three days #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2k14 #tmnt 2k16 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt x reader #tmnt x female reader #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #title: anger

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babes! i love how hardworking you’re getting and the amount of post you send out are always amazing. plus the comments you leave on my posts always make me smile.

i’ve stalked your page just to wait for a matchup, i find it adorable and i think you’re so good at it too~

so here i am to ask for a matchup for tokyo rev?!

i’m 5’3, average weight with a little curve, i have an outstanding chest size though(meh) i have long black hair and wear glasses. i have a septum and two tattoos.

i’m a pisces and i’m very deadpan and sarcastic, very very quiet and stand-offish. i only have a close circle of friends and even with them i’m just naturally quiet. INTP as well.

my hobbies are writing (i will spend days just writing, it’s a hobby i’ve always loved) collecting manga, and watching anime/dry humorous shows.

okay, i think i’ve said enough. have a good day my love, drink water and eat food food food! <3

OF COURSE MY QUEEN I didn't know you're an INTP (my faves) but ty for requesting!! ily and I am happy to match you up with my boy rindou

THERE IS SOME SUGGESTIVE CONTENT IN THIS SORRY IN ADVANCE its nothing blatant just running along that theme.

I keep doing this with matching INTP's with other INTP's but I can't help it because it's just such a perfect match. like honestly, put two ENTP's together and it's fucking chaos. imagine two gojo's together, or two hanma's, or two sanzu's. Us ENTP's are too much to be paired with our shared type. Imagine two ISFP's together. emotion central. that's two takemitchi's together. it just doesn't work?? but INTP. boy. two mikeys together, two rindou's together. it's peaceful. it's calm. it's literal bliss with a hint of spiciness because INTP's value intellect brain wise, and intensity sex wise.

anyways. analyzing just strictly the cognitive functions, both of you are the thinkers. because you share the Ti (introverted thinking) cognitive function, the two of you are able to view situations or problems in life with an objective lens in order to assess what needs to be done and how. this makes for a pretty well balanced harmony when it comes to arguments and interpersonal struggles. however, you also share the cognitive function of Si (introverted sensing) which acts as many have described, like a mental library where you store information and analyzations about various situations for later use. this is often why people might view the two of you as weird, or a little off putting when you're together. in sharing this function stack, you may come off as intimidating, or almost robotic when this function is bounced off of each other in public. that being said, I feel like the fact that combined with your pisces nature (which is very emotional, and can be described as ethereal as far as general vibes go even if you don't notice it yourself), you will be the slightly (emphasis on slightly) more approachable and more normal acting one as the emotional pull of the pisces allows you to perceive other's emotions and energy far better than rindou can. I don't think rindou's birthday was ever published but based on his character type I can only assume he's a capricorn (if I were to take a guess I'd guess you were either a cap moon or a sag moon), and if he's not then he's an aquarius. regardless, both of these options are very reserved and fall deep into the INTP nature of that Si function responsible for the analyzation and mental library which basically means he's the fucking weirdo and you're also the fucking weirdo but you hide it better because two fucking weirdo's would get the two of you nowhere. also when I say weirdo pls know its a good thing because there is nothing I love more than INTP's okay? ok.

essentially, you two can be scary as fuck, intimidating as fuck, and powerful as fuck together, but when things need to go a certain way to lean in your favour, you will be the one that is the most able to take on that challenge and adjust yourself to get shit done whereas rindou will absolutely not be able to shift his ways at all. like dont even try.

lets go beyond an analyzation of mbti and astrology now because this is where it gets fun!

can we talk about how obsessed rindou is with your body. like he loves your personality because you mirror him so well- that much is a given. but fr, lets talk about how completely infatuated he is with the entirety of you. he's very handsy with you in private. not so much in public as again, that intp/likely cap mix is gonna keep him in an observation mindset, but in private he has no choice but to release all that pent up restriction he was so good about during the day. it's like, if he is good and holds back all day it makes it 10x more enjoyable when he finally gets to release that with you in private. this is a big part of your relationship tbh. lots of indirect teasing from you throughout the day- but not so much that its obvious what you're doing. you might not even realize you're doing it but you'll pay for it later.

he wants all of you all at once. handsy as fuck. he needs that intensity and it literally never goes away. like even after years you'll still be left wondering how not a single bit of that passion has dwindled.

he's the type that is gonna wrap your hair around his hand and choke you with it. sorry, but he just cant help it. he is obsessed with touching every part of you and your hair is no exception. same thing with your tattoos as far as the touchiness goes. he needs to touch them. he'll be fucking you and he'll catch a glimpse and it will literally give him the most obscure burst of butterflies. like ?? then later he'll tell you that you should get more but he wont go on from there when you ask why or what you should get because just the thought of it gets him going again and he really doesn't feel like explaining when it gets to that point.

he's extremely protective of you but never call him out on that. he knows it. he knows hes fucking whipped for you. he'll bend over backwards for you but if you mention how kind and caring he's been he'll be like "ok I'll treat u like shit then" and then ignore you for the rest of the day. and then feels bad abt it but cant admit he's wrong

you'll mix ur glasses up a lot especially if you're in a rush trying to skirt around him in the morning. he'll think ur dumb when you accidentally put his glasses on and can't see shit. don't blame him for thinking ur dumb though. his brain doesn't know how to compute how cute he actually thinks it is so he just replaces it with dumb :))))

and one last thought I'll leave u on is bonten rindou with his purple fucking mullet who really just wants you to pull his hair while he does all the work eating u out is all :)))))))))) enjoy that thought

#I made urs extra long because im now suddenly rly involved in this ship #sorry #:))))))))))))))))#LOVE U THO THANK U FOR SENDING THIS WAS GOOD #if u hate it pls unfollow and block me because I cannot live with the thought of disappointing u

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