#salarymans club x reader

[lunaekalenda]

☁︎ love.

☁︎ warnings: smut · minors don't interact · fem!bodied reader · unprotected sex · fingering · mutual pleasure · just everything is soft and passionate and lovely · 2.8k words because tatsu does something on me i can't explain yet (i'm also sorry for the way i'm gonna selfishly write for him non-stop)

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"Good training, boys!" Tatsuru's voice can be heard from the steps of the Sports Center where they train. He's quick to find you between the other people sitting around, and gives you a luminous smile as he walks in big steps to reach you, with the edge of the T-shirt between his fingers so that he can wipe his forehead, exposing shiny skin and muscled body to you. His rebel locks stick to his forehead as he tries to take them away. He reaches the steps quickly, strong arms holding on to the railing to effortlessly propel himself up to your height. You pass him a bottle of water as you get close to receive a peck from him. "You should come to see me train more often. It gives me kinda luck." he says, still gripped to the railings. You smile before he jumps again to the floor, drinking a long sip. "Let me shower and I'll be back with you, love". He leaves shortly, meeting the rest of the team to head to the changing rooms. You sit on your place again, taking your things and leaving to wait for him near the exit. You told him you would pick him up by car, but he insisted on taking a walk together, even after all the tiring training and the office hours. He's outside shortly, talking with Mikoto, who leaves on another direction towards his car. Tatsu drops one arm around your shoulders before snuggling you up close to his body. "It's been a time since we walked together home, isn't it?" You nod as he walks at a slow pace, adapting his strides to your steps, enjoying a good conversation and a nice weather. You pass in front of Tatsuru's old house, the building in which the corporation allowed them to live, and where most of his workmates still sleep. Even when the two of you were comfortable on your respective work flats, once you started dating, you knew you needed to move together, get intimacy and privacy, and mostly, don't get interrupted by drunk badminton teammates who wanted Tatsu's brother energy to console them. They even do now, paying visits to your common house, not far from your offices, and Tatsu does join them from time to time to grab a drink after training or to make some assignments on his old residence. 

Tatsuru's big hands rest on your waist as you enter home, and he leaves the sport bag near the entrance as well as his shoes, doing you the same by his side. He smiles from a side before caging you on the entrance wall, hazel eyes fixed on yours. "You came to cheer on me on my training. I'm so lucky." he says. His face gets closer to yours as he lets his body fall a little, pressed against your caged one, but feeling safe between his arms. "I was unable to say it on the sports center, or else everyone would have to see the corniest scene of all time." both of you let a little laugh escape, the sound getting mixed as your breaths do, gazes still tangled in comfortable silence, until he speaks again. "Thank you for being always there for me. Not only for cheering on me on trainings or matches, but on life." his cheeks get a pinky blush when he thinks about what to say next. "It seems impossible, but I feel like I fall in love with you more and more everyday. It's... I can't really explain it." You understand what he's trying to say because that's how you feel about him. Every day you feel more attracted to him, more in love. Every single little thing you learn about him makes it even harder. How can you feel uninterested on him now that you know that he has a picture of you on his office table? That it's not a coincidence when your favorite song plays on the car when he picks you from work? That his old t-shirts you use to sleep keep smelling like him, even after all the time you've been using them? 

Tatsuru's way of caring is so special that you feel happy to being loved this way, and you try your best to return your love to him. Taking your hand, he walks towards the bedroom, probably tired from all the hours standing. He sits on the bed, taking you with him, until your legs rest on the sides of his and your face its a the same height as his. He takes a lock away of your eyes sweetly, before leaning closer and kissing you.

His lips taste as the very first ray of sunshine during spring, and his caresses feel like the subtle touch of feathers. His hands travel from your sides to your exposed cleavage, breaking the kiss to get air. His eyes shine when they look at you, and you think you've never seen him this handsome: breathless, tender, in love. So in love you can even feel how much of it he's expressing without words, you're able to feel his warmth through his touch and his kisses, you can understand him with just a single touch. The bond between you is so deep and so strong that it's unbreakable. His long fingers take a lock of hair away of your eyes, the ones that stare back at him with the same amount of feelings. He lets his index slide off your face, reaching your lips, tracing their form softly. 

"The first time I saw you, I wanted to kiss you." he murmurs. You also remember the first time you saw him, so friendly, so loud, so easy to reach. You felt like he was the piece missing on your life during your first conversation. The way your hearts connected on your first met was something to study. "It was so hard for me to keep the train of thinking while you spoke... I could only see your lips, how you licked them, how you bite them. It was pure torture for me, love." He gives a soft peck to them, followed by another one, two, three. His finger gives another long caress to your lip when he parts again, eyes fluttering from your mouth to your eyes, half open, half close, shining with love and darkening with lust. "I wanted to know you more from the single second you spoke to me." he whispers, his fingertip now softly pressing on your bottom lip. Both your hands tangle around his neck, fingers caressing his scalp lovingly, dirty blond locks carefully escaping through your fingers. 

"I wanted to kiss you too." you admit under his gaze. He smiles gently, getting closer to your again. His hands found their natural way to your hips as his lips touch yours when he speaks again.

"I'm glad I did, then." he smiles against your mouth, so tempting, so close to kissing you again. "I'm so glad." His lips collide with yours on such a deep way, you feel the same butterflies inside that the afternoon he kissed you for the first time on the park, near the hippo, right after a badminton training. You could never get enough of him, of his kisses, his hugs, his body and his words. Meeting him felt like finding a place to be safe, a place to return to, a place to call home. He was there for you as you were there for him. He never questioned your feelings and you never disrespect his boundaries. You were more than a lover for the other, a soulmate, a pillar. He parts again, slowly sliding your jacket away from your shoulders, fabric tickling your skin as you observe how your boyfriend's gaze is so attentive to every inch of skin exposed. His lips are quick to replace the clothing, kissing, bitting, sucking lovely on your skin, near your cleavage and drawing a soft line with his tongue towards your shoulder. Your fingertips hurt from the desire to touch his skin, and you take the edges of his t-shirt, slowly taking it off with his help, before finding his mouth again against yours. Your hands wander over his body, touching sweetly every spot, every muscle and inch of skin, as his push your body closer to yours, tenderly, as if he was afraid of breaking you. Tatsu parts again, looking at you directly, taking your t-shirt between his fingers and asking with a look if he has permission to undress you. Nodding, he takes it away with ease, his long arms pulling it far from your body. The way Tatsu looks at you regularly is full of tenderness and softness, but now, undressed in front of him, his gaze shows pure adoration. His eyes scan slowly your body, from the parts that you like, from the others you learned to love by his side. Tatsuru’s kisses never skip a place, his hands never leave spots without caresses. 

“I think I say this enough.” he murmurs, untying the ribbon that keeps your pants on. His fingers play with the soft fabric, before unzipping them. “But I love you.” his hand sneaks to your back, palm open and resting between your shoulder blades, while he pushes your body against his and gets up. “I love you too.” With your trousers half undone and undressed from waist all way up, he turns around, leaving your body on the bed with softness, letting the covers kiss your back while he kisses your lips. He parts, kneeling on the bed in front of you, all his height above your body as he masterfully takes away your pants. His lips outline a smile and his hands travel down to his own zipper, taking it down with parsimony under your attentive gaze. He takes half of his hair on a ponytail, as he usually does while he trains, and he goes down on your body, kissing from cleavage to hips and kicking his pants our of his legs. His mouth gets entertained on the waist of your panties, deciding if he should take them away or else keep them on place. He decides for the second option when he gives an open-mouth kiss to the limit of your underwear before going up on you, reaching back to your mouth, passionately kissing you as his hands wander on your body again, fingers on your underwear when he presses a finger right on your core. You moan against his smile when he does it again, body snuggled up against his and hands gripping on his biceps. “How pretty.” he whispers, giving a long caress above your underwear. “Your body searches mine with such a desperation… Do I make you feel that good?” 

Your legs tingle and they move by themselves when he caresses rhythmically on your body, as you hide your face on his bare chest and you dig your nails on his arm subtly, mouth open and legs closing against his fist. “It is too good, too good.” your words leave your mouth like a sigh as he keeps moving his index against you. “You always make me feel good.” you leave a kiss on his chest, right above where his heart is, before feeling how his finger sneaks under the fabric and touches you directly. Your body contracts and moves towards his, as his finger keeps playing and his lips keep kissing the top of your head. Your hand sneaks down until you touch him softly, making him groan and finger you deeper, faster. He makes you feel good, but you wanted to make him feel good as well, so you sneak your hand on his underwear, touching him with cold hands.

"There, there...." his voice sounds raspy as he speaks, gasping for air when your fingers change the movement suddenly, centering on his tip. His free hand grips your waist as the other keeps thrusting his index on you. You help yourself to take his underwear away as he does with yours, letting nothing but the subtle light of his side table illuminate your bodies. His full height is now again above yours, one arm resting near your head for balance as the other is still busy on you, still touching, still pinching on the skin of your inner thighs. Then, he looks at you again, and you feel his gaze deep inside, so full of feelings, so intense. “I need you, love. I need to feel you.” he asks, breathy words whispered on your neck as he lets his head fall towards the crook of it. Your body trembles on anticipation when you feel his fingers checking if you’re wet enough for him. He always cares to keep you comfortable, to avoid hurting you and to give you all the pleasure he’s able to. You tangle your legs around his waist as an invitation for him to do it, the movement giving you both the friction you were asking for. His hands guide himself towards you and, with a slow thrust, he’s inside and taking your hips up to match his kneeled body. Words are not really necessary in this moment, you understand him with just the subtle touch of his fingertips, the gazes he gives you from above and the way your bodies seem to understand the other’s.

He looks way too ethereal like this, even like a god, holding half of your body in the air with one hand as he wipes pearls of sweat from his forehead, hips slowly thrusting to get a pace that both of you would enjoy. His fingers grip your waist as you cover your face with your hands, sweet and soft moans escaping through your fingers. “Don’t cover yourself.” he asks. He’s not being rude, nor bossy. “Let me see how I hit the right spots, please. I want to see that pretty face of yours.” You take your hands softly away from your face, at the same time he lets your body rest against the bed, fully on top of you, letting his chest press softly against yours and his lips brush against your mouth with every movement. One of his hands sneaks up from your hips, reaching your arm, and running towards your hand, tangling his fingers on yours and giving it a light squeeze. The way his body finds yours on every thrust is addictive, and how your moans mix with his heavy breath reminds you of the way it feels to discover your new favorite song. He leaves a soft kiss on your forehead while his hips slowly hit against you again, making your legs tremble around his waist and your sore throat moan his name. “‘Tsuru…” your voice breaks with the next thrust, and he sighs on top of you, rolling his hips again, so softly, so subtle, that it gives you nothing more than pleasure.

“Do it again.” he pleads, pecking your lips, caging a groan between them. “Moan my name again, darling.” he whispers, again moving against you, again reaching that pleasuring point, again making you forget anything but his name and his love and his body and his voice. His body finds yours again, and again, and his name leaves your mouth as a prayer. You feel so drunk of him, your senses are full of his sweetness. Even now, with pleasure almost making you lose your mind, you can only admire him, his features when his thrusts get faster, deeper and erratic; his chest, breathing quickly; the strong squeezes in your hand. His mere presence makes your chest warm and your bodies tangled on the covers, without letting any space between you two, feel close to heaven. He releases with soft groans, quick pecks on your jaw as your insides squeeze him back, body trembling and mixed quick breaths as he rests his body next to yours, head on your chest, while you caress his hair, still shaky and trembling. Tatsuru’s skin feels hot against your cold one, and he kisses the place where his head rests before looking at you. He puts one of his hands on your cheek, checking your eyes while he speaks. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“I’m alright, Tatsu.” you smile at him as he gets closer for another passionate, deep kiss. His hands wander on your back as yours get buried on his dirty blond hair. “I’m very good.” he smiles when he listens to your statement. Taking him close to you again, he stops you before you’re able to kiss him again.

“If you kiss me again… We might have to take a little more time before dinner.” he jokes, forehead still resting against you when you get closer to his mouth again, tempting, kissing nothing more than a subtle touch. 

“Who needs dinner, anyway?” your words seem to convince him when he takes you on his arms, laughing softly as your mouths search each other again under the now attentive gaze of the moon. 

[maybe-a-bi-witch]

Mia's Fic Recs

One Piece, HotD, JJK,

One Piece

Zoro

Just a little longer by @sleepymarimo

One time where Zoro pushes your affections away and another time when he begrudgingly accepts them.

The one that (almost) got away by @loguetowns

it takes him 12 hours to realize

Baby, let the games begin by @irisintheafterglow

Reader is a pirate hunter who used to compete with Zoro, before he joined the Strawhat crew. They reunite after Zoro joined the crew.

Got me spinning like a ballerina by @mydearlybeloathed

zoro doesn't dance, but he has no issue in watching you twirl yourself off your feet. so long as you twirl back to him when your feet get tired.

Ultimatum by @undiscovered-horizon

Zoro hits you with a "fine, I'll be your boyfriend" when you try to break off your casual situationship

Shanks

Jolly Sailor Bold by @httpwintersoldier

your curse leads you to a certain red-haired pirate that ends up taking you hostage for the rest of your life. And you very much agree with the decision.

Sanji

Puzzled by @mynewblackdress

Due to your insecurities, you thought Sanji was making fun of you whenever he complimented you until you realized he wasn’t.

Go Fish! (series) by @honnelander

reader and Usopp are playing a card game when Sanji finds them. teasing ensues.

House of the Dragon

Aemond

Be Quiet by @youraverageaemondsimp

DILF!Aemond Targaryen x Babysitter!Reader

Duty, Sacrifice by @ewanmitchellcrumbs

Her and Aemond have always loved to play hide and seek, however, the night he returns from Storm's End, their game takes a much more sinister turn.

Catalyst by @oneeyedvisenya

Your job as Dr. Targaryen's lab assistant becomes far more hands on than you expected.

His Love by @valeskafics

When Aemond finds you after you ruin Aegon's coronation, he is in for a surprise.

To have and to hold by @lilibethwrites

Reader goes to Storm's End, and instead of claiming Lucerys's eye, he makes reader his wife.

Jujutsu Kaisen

Nanami Kento

Professor by @fairyhub

The Princess by @classyrbf

sometimes being a princess comes with strict rules and responsibilities so why not have a little fun with the man who was assigned to protect and defend you

Ex Husband Nanami by @classyrbf

Headcannons about ex husband Nanami

everything i was looking for by @awearywritersworld

when nanami became a salaryman, jujutsu wasn't the only thing he left behind. four years later, he's got his job back and he wants you back too.

Natural (series) by @justauthoring

you fit into their little family, perfectly - naturally.

Gojo Sataru

"do you like me?" "nope." by @awearywritersworld

even yuuji realizes that gojo has a crush on you, but you're oblivious as ever

I wanna show you off by @gojonanami

when you accompany your friends to a bar rich men and women frequent, you catch the eye of a certain white-haired rich

Is it over now? ft. Geto by @gojonanami

suguru thinks the only way you'll leave him is if he lies to you about cheating on him - and it is. but turns out, you're not so easy to leave -- for him and his best friend.

the cutest couple on the Internet by @osaemu

steamer!au - you flirt with his rival

Toji Fushigoro

stay as long as you need by @awearywritersworld

toji can't stop hanging around his new neighbor, even though she has a boyfriend. oh well, he knows he's better for her anyway.

Geto Suguru

One of your girls by @fairyhub

you can’t help your feelings for your brother’s best friend

Is it over now? ft. Geto by @gojonanami

suguru thinks the only way you'll leave him is if he lies to you about cheating on him - and it is. but turns out, you're not so easy to leave -- for him and his best friend.

Sukuna Ryomen

Men are so quick to blame the gods (series) by @awearywritersworld

your boyfriend is a heavy sleeper, leaving you to form an unlikely relationship with the curse occupying his body during the late hours of the night.

Death is no more by @rinhaler

you know you shouldn't be here, right? what would possess you to visit an underground fight club? one of the fighters is kinda cute though...

How you get the girl by @yuujispinkhair

He knows how ironic this is. He is Sukuna, the guy who is known to always wear a smug smirk on his tattoed face and have a snide remark ready at all times. And yet, when you stand in front of him and confess your feelings to him, he is at a total loss for what to do.

The brat and the child that comes with him by @mysicklove

Sukuna might not be the best older brother, but at least Yuuji doesnt seem to mind.

Lullaby for the past by @poe-daydreams

Best friends (older brother) Sukuna by @seeingivy

[romewritingshop]

MASTERLIST

This is my main masterlist of all the stories I've written so far. They are all written with female readers unless stated otherwise, and NO REQUESTS! This will change as it goes so do pay attention, if you're interested.

Warnings included on each one shot

🥥🥥 - SMUT

JUJUTSU KAISEN

FICS:

Just like Magic, (Viscount! Choso x Maid! Reader) {STARTED}

Part 1 Part 2 Part 2.5 Part 3

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Main Tera (Salaryman! Kento Nanami x Brown!Reader)

Part 1 Part 2 🥥🥥 Side Story 🥥🥥

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MMA Fighter-verse:

Cult Leader's Reprise, (Neighbour! MMA Fighter! Suguru Geto x Deaf!Reader): COMING SOON

The Honored One's Redemption, (MMA Fighter! ??? x !Reader): COMING SOON

Big Brother is an Underdog, (MMA Fighter! ??? x !Reader): COMING SOON

The Killer's Retirement Plan, (MMA Fighter! ??? x !Reader): COMING SOON

The Judgeman's Lawyer: Court is in Session (MMA Fighter! ??? x !Reader): COMING SOON

ONE SHOTS:

🥥🥥Biker Book Club, (Biker! Sukuna Ryoumen x Reader)🥥🥥

You can meet me at my Hotel, (Hiromi Higuruma x Reader): COMING SOON

GANGSTA

FICS:

ONE SHOTS:

[mistressoftheelderitchwhorehouse]

Until I Spill My Guts Part 1

Summary: By day you worked at an English school in Yokohama, and by night you worked as a waitress at a hole in the wall strip club. It wasn’t ideal, and you always worried a student would see you, but it paid the bills. Everything was fine until two young men tripped into the club one day asking you to betray your boss, and turn your world upside down...

Now it's sink or swim as you're dragged deeper into Yokohama's underbelly while falling in love with two of Yokohama's most dangerous men.

Trigger Warnings: Sexual Harrassment, guns

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai x Black! Fem! Reader x Chuuya

A/N: Screwed with the timeline ages a bit. I view them as older than 22 in current Canon, so we're going with that.

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The club's lights drowned the room in cold blues and firey reds. Music thumped from the speakers in the ceiling and walls, while beautiful women danced on poles and in cages decorated with neon lights.

Callussed and sweaty hands reached for your hips and ass, but you easily side stepped them as you made your way between the crowded tables, a tray full of empty glasses in hand.

You went over to the bar manned by a lanky woman who grinned when she saw you approach. She flipped a towel on her shoulder and leaned against the bar.

"There's the shining star. How's the crowd doing?"

Well," You set the tray down. "You can tell the Nine Gang just got payed, there's a bachelor party with an unfaithful groom, and some how the new boss for the Street Rats is still conscious despite doing eight back to back shots of mystery shots."

"Color me impressed."

You frowned and glanced back at the crowd. It wasn’t even eleven PM, but it was a packed house. It made your skin itch and stomach churn. "I'm gonna take my smoke break."

"I'll let Sato know."

You made your way to the back of the club, and out the door that was labeled "staff only" in faded paint. A chill wind swept through the alley, bringing with it the stench of used condoms and car exhaust.

You looked both ways, before shutting the door behind you and leaning against the brick wall. You snaked a hand in your tiny shorts, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and then the lighter out of your bra.

You could still feel the club thumping against your skin, even making out a few of the song lyrics pouring from the speaker. If you tried, you could even hear the announcer telling who the next star dancer was.

Your club, The Sugar Scorpion, was by no means the loudest on the block, nor was it the prettiest, or had the best talent. Honestly, you could argue the club down the block had all of those in spades. Hell, you were even next door to a public sex dungeon.

No, what made this place "attractive" was...

"Oi, what about this place?"You looked up from the dingy concrete, and made out the muscular silhouette of man dressed in salaryman attire, looking at someone behind him. "They even have a foreigner! We'll get a cheap lay too."

"Nah man. That place uses a password. We'd never get in anyway, you were afraid to talk to that one Port Mafia guy asking directions."

"Fuck. Never mind let's go to the usual place."

You cringed at that and dropped your cigarette and killed it with the heel of your boot. When you went back inside you made a beeline for the bar where Yui was mixing a drink.

"If I don't show up tomorrow I was deported."

"Why?"

"Someone saw me here."

"Someone from the school?"

"No idea, but they're not a regular."

Yui shook her head. "I dunno how you live like you do. I'd be an anxious mess."

"Already there."

Yui poured the drink, and passed it off to the wobbling customer, who slurred something to them in a language neither of them understood before leaving.

"Well I have more anxiety to add to your plate." She pointed to a tray loaded with three colorful shots. "Send this over to Boss Man's table."

You felt your stomach drop, but grabbed the tray without complaint. You made your way through the crowd, and down a short set of stairs to the VIP section. Here everything was a little cleaner, the girls all naked, and almost everyone you saw carried a gun.

Sitting in a corner that was filled with men was your boss. He was a tall, muscular man that almost anyone would find handsome if it wasn't for the look in his eyes. The utter poison in the brown depths was enough to make anyone vomit.

He flashed you a toothy smile and gestured to you with a ring encrusted hand. "I even got a foreigner working for me. Hey, come here my little star."

You did as instructed, keeping your smile up as you went to the table, and leaned down to set the drinks in front of yojr boss. You bit your inner cheek when you felt meaty fingers pinch your ass.

"And she’s obviously one, ya know? Like those girls in the hip hop videos. Though, maybe you're too young to remember them."

You stood up properly, letting the comment roll off your back, and took a peek at his guests. Both were young at 18 or 19, maybe 20 if you were being generous, and wore nice clothing. One sported enough bandages you wondered if he should be in the hospital, while the other was just downright pretty with his reddish brown hair.

Strangely, neither had obvious guns on their person.

The bandaged man leaned forward. "And you speak Japanese too?"

"A bit." You pinched your thumb and ring finger close together. "If you speak too fast I get lost."

"Oh, that's great! I suck at English and Chuuya here just never bothered to learn."

"What the hell does that matter Dazai?" The red head-Chuuya, demanded.

You felt your face warm as "Dazai" cupped your cheek. "Yet you only serv drinks. A travesty. I would spend all of the world's treasures to have you spread beneath me."

You'd been propositioned a thousand ways, but never in such a poetic way in the club.

"Alas, it's not my celebration though." He snaked his arm around Chuuya, and shook him a bit, much to the red head's chagrin.

"You were right, Mr. Sakamoto. She'd make an excellent treat for our boss. However, I think Chuuya should try her first-"

"What the hell-!"

"He is turning 19. The poor lad hasn't even managed to hold a girl's hand-"

"Dazai I swear to god-!"

"W-wait, Sir." You cut both bickering men off to address your boss. "I thought we had an agreement. I would just serve drinks, not engage in any... I wouldn't be a whore."

You didn't even know a more polite term for it in Japanese.

"Well that's the thing. That paper you signed said you wouldn't do any whoring, and let's just say you won't be. These young men want your time, and they're not exchanging any goods, money, or services for it."

"But-!"

You flinched as Dazai pressed a long finger over your lips. "There's no point in arguing. It's been decided." He dropped his hand as he stood up. "Down the hall, right?"

Sakamoto grinned and saluted with his drink. "Have fun."

You tried to push Dazai away, but he easily over powered you, and kept an iron grasp on your waist. You opened your mouth, but stopped when you saw Sakamoto putting a hand on his gun. You swallowed all complaints as the red head finally stood up, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he followed you both down a narrow hall.

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You'd never even gone in the "private" rooms. Only a few select girls were able to, and it was an unspoken rule to never ask about the rooms or clients there in.

You now realized that all the money that should have went to cleaning the gum from under the tables, getting another bar tender on staff, and replacing the front window went to these rooms.

The cieling was made of mirrors, and there was a large, plush couch of black leather. A white carpet covered the floors, and there was a fireplace opposite the couch that burned with a gentle faux fire. You weren't sure where the soft lighting was coming from, but as Dazai circled you like a tiger, you wished you could turn them off.

"So he wasn't lying, right? You do know Japanese?"

"I know enough to get by living here for the past year."

He hummed and finally stopped so you were both now face to face. Now that he was closer, you could see that there were a few scabs on this boy's cheeks and forehead. "What can you tell me about your boss?"

What?

Is this a joke?

"Are you with the police?"

Dazai glanced back at Chuuya, who was standing in a corner as far from you as possible. "Hey, Chuuya. Do we look like military lackeys?"

"You look suspicious as hell."

Dazai hummed and shrugged before turning back to you. "Actually, we're part of a different organization that doesn't like the way your boss is running things. Frankly, we're hoping to get rid of him entirely."

"And why do you need me? Actually, why are you telling me?"

"He's had quite a few meetings with some rather unsavory types. We don't need those sort of weeds popping up in this red light district, and that's where you come in." He gestured to you. "With your English skills, pretty face, and nice ass I'm sure you can listen out for us."

"You want me to risk my job and neck to play spy for two kids I don't know?"

"We're not kids." Chuuya said. "And I wouldn't think a foreigner just pawned off to sleep with me would get all skittish 'bout this."

"I-.."

If you could you would sell out Sakamoto in a heart beat. Whether to the police, the soap land across the street, or even the shadowy Armed Detective Agency. You would do anything you needed to if it meant getting back at Kenta Sakamoto for what he'd done...

But...

"I can't. " Your words were low. "If that's why you're not using my body now then I'm sorry to dissapoint."

Shaking fingers reached up to the bow keeping your top up, but a large hand grabbed them and kept them in a tight grip.

You looked up from the blue cloth, and found the red head standing in front of you now, his hand over your own. Dazai was sprawled out on the couch, you're not sure how he got there.

"Ya don't gotta do that," He mumbled. "Not right making you put out when he gets something."

You stared down at this Chuuya and the now recovering Dazai. They were young, and a bit childish, but as Chuuya backed up and stuffed his hands in his pockets and Dazai stood up once more, you could see something in their eyes. It was dark and calculated, a cold knife that could tear apart anyone who so much as pretended to be a threat.

You twisted your hands. "Thank you... For the decency."

"Don't worry about it."

Dazai tilted his head. "So what do you say sweet Belladonna? Willing to risk your life and Visa for some petty revenge?"

You nibbled at your bottom lip as Dazai extended a hand. "And what's in it for me?"

"Let's just say you'll have earned yourself a favor."

"From two boys off the street?"

"No." Dazai's smile became cold. "From the Port Mafia."

[reotacchii]

Jiro Yamada x F!Reader | Pt. II After School Distraction

Pairing : Jiro Yamada x F!Reader

Genre : Fluff (click here for pt. I)

Synopsis : A studious girl from a wealthy and privileged family, escaping the education regimen she faces at home which lead her to a bond with a certain boy through an arcade game.

Author Note : HYOOHHH!! Reo dropping another part and featuring the Ichiro yooo! (Deny the fact this part wont be about them competing in a game). And i'm rushing this because I'll having a trip, so enjoy this rushed part 💗

“ My world is now full of color. Through this encounter, I'll "Continue" on... ” - Houkago Di(e)stra(u)ction

₍ᐢ. ֑ .ᐢ₎ Y/N POV :

A day after the fateful encounter between you and Jiro, you began to took a notice of Jiro in class. Before, you never put any attention on this person, but ever since your defeat, you just can't help but to analyze your own enemy.

Jiro is like an open book, you can write a full description of him in just a glance. He wasn't the best at academic nor the brightest, not even as studious as you. His grades are lower than the average salaryman sales these days. You began to have an assumption that Jiro is probably stupid — or maybe he is, considering he's a literal opposite of you in school.

However, he's surely an outgoing person. He's able to open up to many people and you can see how genuine his act is, very much way honest than you ever thought. It's very intriguing... You can't help but to feel... Envy.

As soon as the school bell ringing across the room, the student will rush off to pack up their things. It's very natural that some wanting to go home as quickly as possible and some would also began to walk home with their friends. Only if you have a friend to walk you home from school, but you can't deny the fact that you always being pick up with your personal car — you wondered how do it feel to walk with a friend after school. Well, talking about walking with a friend after school . . .

"Oii, L/N-san! You'll be waiting for me, remember?" Jiro asked, practically screaming across the class to caught your attention. Oh right, you'll be waiting for him to finish his soccer match before you able to have a rematch with him. In which, you'll reply with a little nod to his question, though deep inside you wish to erase your existence out of embarrassment due to Jiro screamed at your name.

"Hold up, since when did you befriend with L/N?" "Never thought you'll hangout with a quiet kid, that's so unusual of you," his friend said clearly that you can hear across your place too. As you waited for Jiro reply to that one, in which you aren't sure it'll be a good one, you began to think to yourself. You didn't interested on befriending anyone, your tutor consider it as wasting your time when you can study and get very much a high grades and be succesful in the future — but when it comes to Jiro... You can put a lot of thoughts on that.

"What do you mean? I befriend everyone! Now let's go, we need to find our club before the match," Jiro said as he heading off out from class, before so, he would flash you a quick smile and a hand wave. You thought, that answer earlier were so Jiro-like. Not so biased towards the other and treat them all equally. Nothing to lose anyway, with his outgoing demeanour he would surely befriend anyone.

Now fast forward to his soccer match, you'll sit on the spectator seat. Another thing you learnt from him, Jiro have a LOT of fangirls. Each time Jiro scores or shoot the ball, those fangirls do be screaming like crazy. You were able to understand it anyway, who wouldn't act like that if you knowing the fact he is one of the IKB rapper representative and a soccer player for your school. Even though, poor and RIP your ears at this point. Thats why you sat on a seat couple metres away from them.

The match itself is very predictable, with your school soccer club teamwork and some of Jiro hardwork, your school get to achieve the win. Soon as the match ended, those fangirls began to crowding at the soccer field and surrounding their favorite player, but Jiro being the one who gets surrounded the most. You wouldn't joins the crowd, however you able to appreciate the end of the match from afar by clapping both your hands, good match you thought.

₍ᐢᵕ ༝ ᵕᐢ₎ Jiro's POV

Jiro another achievement and well, he's on a roll today! He get to scores quite a lot, bringing his school to finals, and one of his strike were so fast and accurate! It made him wonder if Y/N also see that, even a baby could notice how fast it is.

As soon as the match ended, Jiro would walks slowly as he began being crowded by either his classmate, his juniors, or probably another girl from other class. He didn't see you in the crowd, which quite predictable of you since you aren't fond of being inside it. But noticing how the fangirls are crowding the soccer field, it would be mean the spectator seat would began to clean up by itself, there he would notice you still sitting on the same position — clapping both of her hands. Guess she probably likes the match, eh? Saw her does that would instantly make Jiro scratching the back of his hair coyly.

Fast forward to after match, you would wait for him infront of school gate. Why would it reminds him to a certain romance manga... But the roles are reversed. It usually the boy main lead who would wait for their love interest, not the other way around! Why on earth he thinks that way — gosh, he read too much manga these days . . .

"I hope you aren't waiting too long for me, L/N-san," he spoke letting out a little laughs at the end. Honestly, a bit less of a man he is for making a girl waiting. However you assured him that you don't mind by shaking off your head calmly, it also made Jiro lets out a sigh of relief.

You would pull off your phone, probably chatting to someone. Jiro wasn't sure who would you text at this hour since your lacks of friend, so he assumed you texting your parents or siblings. But you didn't, you rotate your phone back and put it infront of your face to show the text to Jiro. 'Do you feel hungry?' the text on phone said. If it were a game, a pop-up bar notifications would said, 'New Achievements Unlocked : New Way of Communication!'.

Now it reminds him that, he felt so hungry. It can't be helped especially after he work himself off on the field earlier.. Then you'll type another text and show it to him again, 'I feel hungry. I don't bring any lunchbox'. This would creates a laugh out of Jiro mouth, processing your text and thinking of a reply.

"Then, how about we grab some food down the street? I recognize some shops here and can recommend some to you, if you want!" he excitedly said. You'll soon nod your head to his saying and following his lead in the back.

Somehow, walking with y/n made him calm and gives him some sort of comfort. You rarely talks, which make him curious of your voice. However, your lacks of respond made you seem so intelligent because you won't need to respond on many stuff and only respond if you actually needs to. You are quite opionated yourself, Jiro knows it once he read your text on phone, your way of communicating with him. It made him feel less indecisive when it comes to decisions making and Jiro would also know that you have your own life and your own likings. You may be quiet, but you don't want people to taking over you nor controlling your own decisions. It took a lot of courage to be not sweep off by others and he admires you for that He wasn't sure why he felt like this, but today he gets to notice and learn a couple bit more of Y/N each day.

Both of you would get an onigiri and a taiyaki together. It was your first time on eating a taiyaki, to be honest it look like a fish-shaped waffle. But you find it cute anyway, as it reminds you that your family is very strict when it comes to sweets. You definitely would use today time effectively, as you began to devour every of the tastes of it until it last. Jiro noticed and he can't help to giggling at the way you eating it, it look like a baby nibbling on a pancake.

"So, do you like it, L/N-san? I swear this is the best taiyaki shop to exist here, glad I could recommend it to you!". To reply to his question, you'll soon pull out your phone and write 'it's my first time eating taiyaki, it became my favorite food. Thank you :D'. Upon seeing that text, Jiro can't help but to smiles gleefully.

"Aahh, Jiro! What are you doing around here?" the unknown voice called, making both of your head turns into the source. A tall man figure standing infront both of you, bringing some sort of shopping grocery, a wired headphone clinging onto his neck, and a heterochromia eyes that similar as his. What's more remarkable is that the mark under his left eyes and Jiro soon recognize it as his own brother.

"Aniki! Just y'know, hanging out with a friend... By the way, this is L/N-san and L/N-san this is my big bro, Ichiro!" Jiro exclaimed happily as he introduce you to his brother. You swore you don't need to be introduced, Ichiro is literally so famous in IKB and may as well the leader of Buster Bros!!! group that consist his brothers under his wing. Though at the end, you only able to reply with a bow to his brother as apart of your own politeness.

"Haha! That sounds great, I was thinking both of you as something else... But I guess I am in the wrong. Enjoy your hangout there and Jiro, don't come home late. I'm planning to cook curry as dinner," Ichiro said which gained interest from Jiro. Ichiro cooking especially his curry is his favorite! He could go ranting for hours about his brother cooking that he loves, it shows how much he appreciate his brother cooking.

"On it, aniki! I'll makes sure to come home before the sunset," Jiro assured which Ichiro replied with a soft smiles. After a short conversation between the brothers, Ichiro would soon take his leaving. Jiro looking back at you and you already type something on your phone, 'is your favorite food curry?', the text said.

Guess you were also curious about his favorite food, but since this is a new topic, it would clicked onto Jiro and he began to show his excitements through his eyes. "Hell yeah! Curry is my favorite food of all time. The tastes of homemade cooking always been the best though, because you'll know how much cares and love being pour into the cooking. You should try my big bro cooking, he's so good at it — L/N-san, am I bothering you?" noticing how your mood to drop slightly, he couldn't help but to worries if his words bothering her.

₍ᐢ. ֑ .ᐢ₎ Y/N POV :

It must be feel nice to have your own family members to cook you food, isn't it? Everytime you hear Jiro stories, your jealousy arising but the next hour it suddenly disappear away. His family are truly caring, they doesn't sees the individual values through academic scores and taking care of each other. The thought of having Jiro life is so bothering, you can't help but to wish to switching lives with him.

As Jiro put you back to realization, you turn your slight frowns to a soft smile, politely shaking your head off to refusal. You don't want to make him worry, not to your pathetic life at home which you almost accidentally brought it to daily life activity.

After your reply, both of you went quiet. The mood suddenly dropped down to awkward situations, you hate how the mood suddenly changed this way. As soon as you noticed it, you began to type on your phone then showed it to Jiro. 'Let's go to the arcade, i'm already full'. Jiro read through your text and approve of the message by standing up on his chair, waiting for you to walk beside him.

As you both walks through the streets, it reminds Jiro to something. "Yo L/N-san, you never tell me your phone number so... I think I'll be the first one to asking that. Figuring out that we both should have a way to communicate from affar," Jiro suggested. Maybe it were a bit odd for him to be the one to ask that, since most people being the one who ask his phone number — however you sees it positively, you were ecstatic to have someone you could chat with! As both of you exchanges each other number, you would looking down on your phone, staring at the name Jiro on your screen.

Unconciously smiling to yourself, you appear to be very genuine about your own happiness. Jiro who walks beside you can't help but to admire the smiles. It's perfect on his view, your figure standing with an innocent yet very soft smiles — a face you never shows to everyone exceptional for him.

"Young lady L/N, time to go home!" an unknown voices shouted, causing your face to dropped down from smiles to a neutral face for once again. Why would a happiness doesn't last long as it appear? Noticing the unknown voice, you instantly knew it was your personal driver voice calling you, demands you to go home. It must be your tutor noticing you were away and gone for too long, you don't have an options but to go back home and end today.

"I guess you'll back home sooner, L/N-san," Jiro said with a bit of sour face. He surely was having fun as much like you do, which you only can reply with a sad nod. "I guess... We'll meet eachother again by tomorrow, see ya L/N-san?".

Within the goodbye, you'll gave him a smiles. Very much excited for tomorrow and another fun that may waits for both of you. You'll going inside your car, texting on the phone and began you first conversation with Jiro. The first message that appear from you were,

" I have a good time today. Thank you, Jiro ".

₍ᐢ. ֑ .ᐢ₎ Timeskip to Nighttime | Y/N POV :

However, once you back home, you cannot have a breath for a second. Your tutor await for your arrival and all your tutor does were ranting and lecturing you of how spending times outside only made your succesful rate drop. Like, really? Do your tutor needs to pull a speech on you for an hour straight?

How much you wanted to be a rebel itself, you are nothing but a controlled doll of your family. There's no option left but to obeyed to them and practically spending your lives to meet your family expectations.

Those thoughts are like a cycle inside your mind, same matters will happen over and over again. Quite tiring, isn't it? And so, you brush off your thoughts by laying on your bed for a bit, thinking of another memory you can be happy of.

The memory was specifically about today, your time hanging out with Jiro. That was one of the moment, a simplest act from just eating and walking on street together made you genuinely feel so happy. You swear to yourself, you wish everyday could be like that — going outside, getting some sweet cake, and walking beside someone you feel precious to you.

Your thoughts was being interrupted with a sudden notification ringing on your room. Wondering on who's texting you this late, you'll rush off to take your phone and open the notifs. It happened to be Jiro texting you on the conversation, :

Hey L/N-san, care for a hangout this weekend? :)

[ciaossu-imagines]

Sleepover Evening!

So, one of my lovely commissioner's have given me the go-ahead to kind of allow myself a break so that I can spend the evening on here, since I have a very rare day off and I deeply appreciate the chance to jump on here. So, I'm going to be having a 'sleepover' evening! On top of some prompts I'll list, feel free to pop into my inbox and talk to me about anything and everything! I'm always down to talk, because all of you lovely readers are absolutely incredible people and I always feel a little astounded that I get to talk to people as cool as you guy's are!

I'm going to post the prompts in a separate post, divided into two categories - one will be prompts for the admin, for fun and to allow you guys to get to know me better or hear me rant about fandom stuff and then one category for prompts you can ask about for characters! From the character prompts, you can ask for characters from the following fandoms:

A3! Act! Addict! Actors!

Akudama Drive

All Out!!

Assassination Classroom (only 100 chapters in, so no major spoilers and understand I won't know everything)

Bakumatsu

Black Cat

Bleach

Blue Lock

Disney's Ultimate Spider-Man

My Hero Academia (again, rereading but only caught up to the start of the school festival arc so please don't spoil past that point - my reread's are going slow 😔)

Buddy Daddies

Bungou Stray Dogs

Chainsaw Man

Class of the Titans

Deadman Wonderland

Demon Slayer (anime only so only up to Swordsmith Village Arc)

Dogs: Bullets & Carnage

Eyeshield 21

Fairy Tail

Gangsta.

GetBackers (anime only)

Gintama

Golden Kamuy (again, not fully finished reading - no heavy spoilers)

Gravity Falls (Jesus fuck, but I love Stan Pines, great character)

Haikyuu!! (anime only)

High Card

Hinomaru Sumo

Hunter x Hunter

Ikemen Revolution

Joker Game

Jujutsu Kaisen

K Project

KHR!

Karneval

Kokuro no Basuke

Magi (again, currently reading - no huge spoilers please)

Mashle: Magic & Muscles

Mob Psycho 100

Mystic Messenger

Nabari no Ou

Nanbaka

Naruto

One Piece (only up to the Arabasta Arc, though have been massively spoiled...)

One Punch Man

Ouran High School Host Club

Ronin Warriors

Saiyuki

Salaryman's Club

Servamp

Sk8 The Infinity

The Covenant

The Outsiders

The Royal Tutor (anime only)

The Vampire Dies in No Time!

Tokyo Revengers (again, currently reading - no major spoilers please...though I've gotten a crap ton from friends who recommended the series)

Trickster

Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun!

[xcalciumx]

Requests | Everything You Need to Know

It looks like a lot, but I've highlighted the main points, pretty general stuff <3

My requests are always open, unless otherwise stated. You can access it by pressing the big button that says ‘Ask Away!’ 

I don’t have much experience with writing for others based on their wants, but I am eager to give it my best shot. So, don’t be shy!

A lot of the things that I am willing to try writing for are things I’ve never written about before, so please be patient and do not have high expectations of me lol. 

Never EVER be afraid to ask. I'm introverted and so socially awkward so I know how it feels broski, but we can't live life wondering 'what if', right? :)

I write sfw, nsfw, fluff, angst - ANYTHING!!!!

My works are usually x readers. I write female readers by default but if you want it to be gender neutral? Bet, say less.

I really like writing polyamorous relationships (which you can probably gather from my other posts.) I think it just spices things up a bit and y’know #whychoose. I am most definitely not against writing about monogamous relationships though!!!! 

Most importantly: I will never shame you for what you request but know that if there’s something that I don’t feel comfortable with or is a bit too much for me, then I may not do it. I think that’s a given though! 

What do I write for? 

If I've written something for the fandom/character(s) on here before then it is veryyyy likely that I will write for them again.

Below is a compiled list of stuff I enjoy or have consumed in the past and would/could probably write for.

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Harry Potter/Marauders, ACOTAR, Zombie Movies, Venom, Spiderverse, Deadpool, various others (Movies/books) Supernatural, Daredevil, Teen Wolf, The Umbrella Academy, Moon Knight (yes pls), Sweet Home (tv series) Genshin Impact, Detroit Become Human (games) Attack on Titan, Demon Slayer, To Your Eternity (i will cry), Tokyo Revengers, Salaryman's Club (animes)

And even if something isn't here, feel free to ask. There's so much stuff I haven't included/forgotten to add here. You never know!

[cyancherub]

back from the dead

A COLLAB FOR UNDERRATED CHARACTERS + CHARACTERS FROM OLD/SMALL FANDOMS.

co-hosted by @chaos-night, owner of @underratedcharactercorner, where you can find more underrated character content!

the goal of this collab is to encourage you to write for your old + underrated anime crushes. this is the time to shine some light on overlooked fandoms, small/old fandoms, and even underwritten characters from larger fandoms. any character is free game as long as they don’t have a lot of (actively written) x reader content.

you can write for:

characters from small fandoms (e.g. fire force, high rise invasion, csm, bluelock, millionaire detective, god of highschool, solo leveling, etc.)

characters from old fandoms (e.g. knb, naruto, maid sama, ouran, etc.)

larger fandom characters who are lacking in x reader content.

GUIDELINES

nsfw + sfw permitted; all characters depicted in nsfw MUST be 18+ / aged up to 18+

you must be 18+ with an age indicator in your bio or a pinned post

PLEASE READ FULL GUIDELINES HERE

to join, send me an ask for the character (+ fandom) you’ll be writing for

entries have no due date & can be submitted at any time.

MASTERLIST + SUGGESTIONS BELOW

MASTERLIST I

contains works for: psycho pass, kuroko no basuke, ouran highschool host club, naruto, bleach, gintama, death note, yuyu hakusho, inuyasha, fairy tail, & akatsuki no yona

MASTERLIST II

contains works for: demon slayer, chainsaw man, tokyo revengers, blue lock, kaiju no. 8, bakuten, tokyo ghoul, kuroshitsuji, kamisama kiss, saiki k, noragami, daiya no ace, fire force, fruits basket, magi, fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood, k project, high rise invasion, katekyo hitman reborn, dragon ball z, & d grayman

MASTERLIST III

contains works for: assassination classroom, attack on titan, black clover, blue exorcist, blue period, boku no hero academia, bungou stray dogs, cells at work, cowboy bebop, devil’s line, devilman crybaby, durarara, food wars, fugou keiji balance: unlimited, gangsta, god of highschool, highschool of the dead, howl’s moving castle, hunter x hunter, jujutsu kaisen, karneval, kakegurui, lookism, magic kaito, maid sama, monster, one piece, one punch man, owari no seraph, parasyte, raise wa tanin ga ii, rorouni kenshin, salaryman’s club, samurai champloo, sekirei, solo leveling, spirited away, tamako market, vampire knight, wonder egg priority, & zombie-loan

SUGGESTIONS

tamaki (ouran), takashi (highschool of the dead), jin mori and han daewi (god of highschool), sung jinwoo (solo leveling), guren (owari no seraph), fire force characters, knb characters, daiya no ace characters, free! characters, renji and aizen (bleach)

[yokohamabeans]

Chapter 3: lady of the locust shell (上)

We know how the story ends: in all versions of it, the crane leaves her lover in tears.

(In which: Kakuchō meets you at his worst. Eight years later, you meet him at yours.)

Pairings: Kakuchō x F!OC/Reader (ft. Haitani Ran x F!OC/Reader)

Series Tags / TW & CW / Notes: Dark/Mature Themes, Bonten!Timeline (or rather, pre-Bonten / Rise of Bonten Era), TR Manga Spoilers, Angst & Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Organized Crime, Blood & Violence, Mentions of Domestic Abuse, Japanese Culture, OC will have a name but this will largely be written in 2nd POV, Character Study, Hostessing & Forced Prostitution, etc.

(WC: ~4k)

Series Index | Read on AO3 here!

2015

Atsuko is crying in the dressing room. 

To your utter dismay, you’ve been sent to calm her down. To comfort her. Scold her. Threaten her. Whatever it takes to get her to stop, Mama said. The dressing room is too close to the restrooms and Atsuko’s break is about to end! Customers will know that she’s been crying, and they won’t like that she’s been crying. Mama only cares about what the customers like. She cares not for you nor Atsuko, nor any of the other girls for that matter, so that is why you are going to spend your break mopping up someone else’s tears. 

You push on the door with half a mind to disobey Mama and turn around, but it is too late: the clicks of your stilettos have already alerted Atsuko of your presence. Any hope of returning to peaceful solitude at the rooftop is further drowned by the fresh wave of tears that Atsuko sends your way. So, like an adult caving to a wailing baby, you agree to stay with her, though you make your disdain obvious by choosing the seat at the vanity furthest away from her and her garden of soggy tissues. She doesn’t seem to notice—too busy emptying her nose of snot to not look like a complete mess. You muster a quick smile as if to say: don’t worry, even with mucus and mascara streaking disgustingly down your face, you’re still a vision! But in truth, you don’t see her as anything more than a spilled bucket of water you have to clear. Not anything more than a chore. 

“I shouldn’t have c-come to work today,” she hiccups, sounding low and nasal. Wow, she must really be in a slump, because she is usually tuning her voice to the highest pitch possible. “Do you think M-Mama will give me the rest of my night off?”

“I won’t recommend that you ask. It’s a busy night,” you tell her plainly, glancing at the clock. Only ten minutes till her break ends and, more importantly, twenty till yours. “Get a grip and clean yourself up. You’ll forget him by next week.”

“You know about Shō-kun?!” Atsuko gasps, and it surprises you too: did she really think she has been secretive about her relationship with that young salaryman? He walks her to the club on Saturdays, for crying out loud. Even though there are only the two of you around, she leans in with a hushed whisper. “Does Mama know?”

Oh, Mama most certainly does. But if you tell that to Atsuko, she will no doubt take the next five minutes to panic about it and you’ll never get to rest. Luckily, you are skilled in the art of deflection. That is why you are doing well as a hostess. “There’s nothing for her to know about now, is there? Because it’s over?” 

Atsuko leaks with tears again and you realise you were too callous with your words. So, perhaps rather compassionately, you decide to add: “You were stupid to date a client, but I suppose there wasn’t much to lose with someone like your Shō-kun. With his salary, he will never spend much in our club. At least you aren’t losing a big customer with this break-up. Some of the other girls here have had it way worse than you.”

She turns away with an indignant pout, clearly still convinced that hers is a woe beyond compare. But you can also tell she relished your degradation of her ex-lover, because her eyes are now dry enough to fix the makeup staining them. 

“Ugh, this sucks,” Atsuko groans, picking a wet wipe out of its packet. She looks at you through the mirror while ridding her cheeks of ruined eyeliner. “Have you had your heart broken before?”

You stare straight back. “No.”

“I believe that of you, somehow,” she mutters under her breath, which you ignore. “No man can ever budge you, huh? Oh, if only I can be more like you, onē-san!”

Atsuko’s exclamation sounds suspiciously like sarcasm, but you know she doesn’t have the wit nor guts to be snide. She proceeds to prattle on about the highs and lows of her affair with her Shō-kun, and her excitement shows that she’s been wanting to for some time. You aren’t in the mood to be annoyed or exhausted so you tune her out. It’s the same old story anyway—the names may change but it is always a formulaic love triangle. In the case of Atsuko, it was between her, Shō-kun and Yū, the woman Atsuko turns into every night inside the lounges of the club Murasaki. Shō-kun has realised too late that Atsuko, who loves him, is not Yū, who he loves, and so Atsuko must suffer for this difference. Every hostess in Tōkyō dreams of a fairytale romance but this is the story that happens instead. 

Well, are you speaking from experience? Are you musing in bitter reminiscence? No, not at all. Never. As if you’d ever let yourself become that sorry. Your life is pathetic enough as it is, you don’t need a man to dig that ditch any deeper. But that’s not to say you’ve never had your heart moved. Atsuko and some other colleagues seem to think you are made of ice, but you don’t blame them for having such an impression. You drop your smiles the moment your clients turn their backs, and you’ve never once gushed nor spoken fondly about any of them in the dressing room—not even that young, charming tech CEO who took you on a helicopter ride. Mama even once asked if you didn’t like men. You replied that you simply didn’t like anyone. She raised a brow. Not a single one? You nodded. You speak of love to my customers without a muse? You cursed her silently next because a boy then came to mind. A boy you’d met when you were seventeen.

To preface: you have never been in love. It must’ve been the magic of the firsts that made you think of him—he was the first boy you brought home, the first boy you touched. The first boy to make you feel, for a lack of a better word, things. And, mind you, he wasn’t a boyfriend. Neither was he a friend. He wasn’t even a schoolmate. In fact, in the most literal sense he was a random loser: you had found him in a station alley, all battered from what must’ve been a fight. So what made him so special? 

It is far from romantic but the story starts with your mother. Your beat-up, long-dead mother. Unpleasant, right? But you suppose you cannot think about life without thinking of her. Do you have the time now, though? You see that Atsuko is still completely absorbed in her unceasing drivel about Shō-kun, so you guess you do. 

You see, just the year before you met that boy, you’d taken a first-aid course. You had enough of the clumsy bandaging you did for your mother—it would unravel the moment your father struck her next and you’d have to dress her wounds all over again. So you kept your lunch allowance and let your stomach writhe at school, and when your jar was full enough you enrolled at the local Red Cross. But what a waste everything turned out to be, for your mother died the week after you received the certificate! It seemed that, in the end, her one life could only take so many beatings. 

What a waste! What a pity!—this was a thought you could not let go. Your twenty-thousand-yen first-aid skills: what are you supposed to do with them now? How you wished for your mother to come back to life so you could use them. How you wished to smash her urn and mould the ashes inside into her shape. Even if she were to crumble back to earth forever, you’d be at peace if you could just stem her blood or hold her bones in place again. Just—once more. Perhaps, with the skills you’ve learned, you could keep her by your side a little longer. For a year, the regret weighed heavily on your brain and on your hands and on your fingers, neurotically, like the itch for a once-favoured pastime. 

So, when your eyes fell on the boy for the first time at Kokudō Station, all your senses urged you towards him. Another victim of a heavy fist, body violet and glistening vermillion, limp with defeat—there was no way you could’ve left him there. Perhaps with those swollen bumps on his skin, he could be of shape to fill the hole your mother left between your hands. A selfish idea, was it not? But he could use your hands too. You saw him turn his pockets out before a vending machine; it was unlikely he would’ve gone to a clinic. You’d be helping him as much as you’d be helping yourself. Were you still selfish then? 

You offered him a drink and aid. Fortunately, he was agreeable. You were not warm to him and you neither gave nor asked for any explanation, but still he followed you without question. You were quite intrigued; even a stray dog would’ve barked or bitten in fear for its life if someone had tried to carry it home. It seemed that the boy had nothing left to lose, so it was easy for him to abandon himself to your hands. You suppose you were the same, letting a complete stranger into your house. A stranger who was a—what did people call a person like him again?—a delinquent. A ‘dangerous person’. You could practically hear your nosey neighbour shrieking: there’s no knowing what a guy like him would do to a girl like you! And to that, with all that’s already happened, you would have said: I don’t care. 

But: oh, the things he did to you.

When the boy stepped out of your shower with his shirt off and cheeks red, you were suddenly very aware of the difference between the two of you, that he was Boy and you were Girl. Your heart tripped and you thought of the girls in your class, the ones who froze upon seeing Takahashi, your school’s handsome basketball star: ah, is this what they felt? Even without the bruises and swelling, the boy did not have Takahashi’s wholesome good looks. He had a massive scar running across his face, a lame eye, and if you looked very carefully you’d see that his nose had been thrown crooked by punches.

And yet, unlike him, Takahashi had never made you skip a beat. With a man like your father in your life, you hadn’t given much thought about boys. (Not with the nasty pranks and rumours that followed you at school.) So, surely you could be forgiven for having such girlish thrills for the first time? And, about these new thrills: it was when you got on your knees to study his face, to read the braille of his scar—the moment you caught him gripping his own thigh at your touch—that you realised no one else could’ve given them to you but him. 

You remember his eyes when you held his face—wide and strained for what you might do next. (Even you were in fear of what you might’ve done.) They swallowed you in like gravity, consumed you whole and made you wonder: what if, in that instance, you were to let yourself fall? To crash on his lips like an asteroid upon Earth, and obliterate the world around you? Would it be so disastrous?

(It would, kā-san, wouldn’t it?)

Your lips never met, but as far as you cared you’d lost your first kiss then. You managed to wrench yourself out of gravity’s pull with a rather impolite joke. He responded in kind, and it occurred to you that at some point the both of you had stopped being strangers. You thought of a story your mother once knew: the Chinese legend of guqin player Bo Ya and woodcutter Zhong Ziqi. Both men had nothing in common and yet Zhong was the only one who perfectly understood the sentiments behind Bo Ya’s music, so much so that upon Zhong’s death, Bo Ya broke his instrument in grief and vowed to never play again. You didn’t know a thing about the boy, not even his name, but you had a feeling that if you were to only hum a single note, he’d know the whole song. 

The boy then told you of his parents: they’re dead.

(“When Bo Ya’s will was towards high mountains in his playing, Zhong would say, how towering like Mount Tai!”)

Oh, I see, he replied when you said the same of yours.

(“Amazing, Bo Ya exclaimed. Your heart and mine are the same!”)

Certainly, the two of you weren’t the only fucking orphans in the world, but you had felt so singular in your experience that you thought of him as godsent. For the first time in a while, everything about you was light. Your organs, your hands, the edges of your lips; every part of you floated, and you understood then that the longing that bound you was not just for your mother. He shared a smile with you, the kind that only two people could have, and your chest swelled with gratitude and you thought— 

“Isn’t Shō-kun just the best?”  

You blink. 

All of a sudden, Atsuko is beaming at you expectantly. You finally notice that her makeup is flawless again, though the redness in her eyes remains unconcealable. “Can you believe he really spent all his rent money on me just because I said Mama might fire me? What an idiot! He’s the best!” You realise you have not heard a single word she’s said. 

Ah, so you’ve digressed. Lost yourself to the past, have you? You suppose it happens with fond memories. Now that your head is out of the clouds, let’s be clear once more: you were not in love with that boy. Teenagers are prone to confusing affection for love, and even you were once a pubescent girl. Of course. The memory certainly is dreamy but now that you are lucid and sensible again, you see it for what it was: a mere neurochemical reaction, from the potent mix of hormonal thrills and a lonely existence. A false affinity. Yes, yes, yes. That’s all there is to it. Your life was void of meaningful connections and so you clutched at straws with the first person who’d been nice to you. Dove right into a fantasy about a complete stranger you’ve only met once and knew next to nothing of, just because you liked the idea that even someone like you could have a soulmate. Oh, you really were a sad little thing, huh?

Still, you cannot help but wonder how that boy is doing now, passingly with amity, like one would about a lost friend. 

“Oi! Onē-san!” Atsuko shrills. “Have you been listening to me?!” 

She may as well have stabbed needles into your ears. The door opens in the nick of time to save you from giving her an answer. Mama pushes herself into the room, clapping her hands like a shepherd at his dogs. Atsuko’s spine shoots straight up while you let yours remain slack against your chair. 

“Alright, breaktime is over. Get back out there,” Mama announces. You stiffen as her gaze meets yours. “You too.”

You check the clock. “I still have ten minutes.”

“No, you don’t.” Her ruby fingernails clink against the metal of the doorknob. “A customer’s calling for you now.”

“Well, tough luck,” you scoff, unmoving in your seat. “He should’ve made an appointment.”

“It’s Haitani Ran.”

At this, you cuss, not bothering to do so under your breath. Grudgingly, you get to your feet. Hostesses are allowed to be selective with their customers, and customers must make reservations if they wish to spend time with specific girls—these are the rules at Murasaki. But unfortunately for you, ever since they met Mama has decided that rules do not apply to Haitani Ran.

“I don’t know why you’re complaining,” she rolls her eyes, rapping her nails harder on the doorknob. “He’s rich and generous, the perfect combination for any man.” 

You glare at her from the vanity. She knows exactly why you’re complaining. “I am not short of rich and generous men.”

Atsuko, looking asphyxiated, attempts to leave unnoticed from the crossfire between you and Mama. Tragically, a Louboutin plants itself in her way at the door. “Wait, we need two girls. His brother is here too.” Mama takes her chin to scrutinise the veins in her eyes, prompting Atsuko to squeak an apology and promise to get eye drops at once. “No, just leave it,” Mama waves her hand dismissively. “It seems like something he’ll get off to. Let’s go.” 

Atsuko’s face blanches.

The both of you follow Mama out to the elevator. Most cabaret clubs are the size of family restaurants. If they are popular enough and their customers adequately rich, they may sometimes rent a second floor as well. Murasaki occupies all five levels of a building in Roppongi. You expect Mama to reach for the button to the fourth floor, where the private rooms are, but her finger travels down instead. “The basement?” You frown, crossing your arms. “They won’t be drinking much then. What a waste of time for me—and Atsuko, of course.” 

“They have business later and can’t get too drunk,” Mama sighs tiredly at your open griping. “Though, I am certain Ran will open any bottle of your choosing anyway, if you ask him sweetly.” 

You narrow your eyes. “Why come to the club now, then?”

“Koko-kun is here to see me. They tagged along.”

“And how long will that take?” You don’t bother to mask your grating tone. “I don’t want to spend the rest of my night just hanging around, kissing cards and blowing on dice.”

“I believe it’s mahjong they’re in the mood for tonight.”

“So two hours or more.” 

“Don’t look at me like that,” Mama warns, reminding you of the fact that she is your boss. Her eyes flit between you and Atsuko, whose peace at being forgotten has ended. “Tell you what, the both of you will play too, and you get to keep your winnings. Happy?”

Atsuko nods with glee, baselessly confident that she’ll have winnings. You miss the chance to ask about losses as the elevator doors split open. Mama strides out into rows of ageing liquor, pausing only to adjust a bottle of Cabernet, and waves briskly to the attendant hovering around the other end of the room. At first glance, there is nothing suspicious about Murasaki’s basement: it is, for all intents and purposes, a lavishly-stocked wine cellar. Someone who is sharp, however, will notice that its size is much smaller than what the floors above suggest, and that its attendant looks far too brutish to be guarding a mere storeroom. 

The attendant (bouncer) acknowledges Mama with a curt bow and mutters into his earpiece. You recognise him as one of the Mara-kai’s younger, more disposable members. One of the fall guys. He bows to Mama again before stepping aside, and the three of you watch as the shelf behind him folds into the wall like a door. The excited, cacophonous din of the room inside washes over you immediately like a flood, as do the flashy lights of slot machine screens and the earthy aroma of cigars. A headache starts to brew; the casino has always been too much for your liking.

Mama bends her natural scowl into a grin before strutting towards the bar, where Haitani Ran is lounging with his brother and Kokonoi Hajime. She presents her arms like a showman. “Sorry, boys. You know what they say about those who wait!” 

The three men turn to acknowledge her, though only Ran is smiling. You sense some discomfort from Atsuko, and from the way her brows are knitted you realise she’s been rather bothered by Mama’s comment at the dressing room. Naturally. Her clients have only been men of sparkling clean professions, white-collared and respectable. Nice and trouble-free men. Men she may refuse without worrying about her safety. You can see her bottom lip tremble as she nears the bar, and it sends a bizarre surge of responsibility through you. 

“Don’t listen to Mama. Rindō is harmless,” you sigh, putting yourself a step ahead of her. “Well, mostly. Just follow my lead.” I’ll make sure nothing happens, you don’t push yourself to say.

“Kokonoi-san,” you approach the bar, performing soft bows in greeting, “Haitani-san.”

“Ah, the incomparable Utsu-san,” Ran’s smile stretches in your presence. You pretend not to notice. “I was worried it might’ve been your night off.”

“She was having her break when I told her of your arrival, and she rushed down immediately,” Mama tells him, and you cannot fault her for fibbing because it is, technically, true. “As did Yū-chan over here. You boys have not met her before, so some introductions are in order…”

Mama ushers Atsuko towards Rindō, who watches her with such boredom that she must surely be relieved—and offended. Kokonoi, on the other hand, eyes her closely from head to toe, though you suspect his interest is only in her value as a product. (He’d given you the same once-over when you first met him, and he did it so blatantly you nearly asked if he’d like a monocle to grade you better with.) Ran is the only one friendly enough to ask about her, and because Atsuko is incapable of perceiving depth, she relaxes at his seemingly polite demeanour. Once again, you are overcome with the ridiculous instinct to place yourself between the girl and these wolves.

“I have the Peony Room ready for the four of you,” Mama announces, having enough of the pleasantries. She shifts herself to be near Kokonoi. “Shall we head up, Koko-kun?” 

“That we shall, Mama-san.” Kokonoi’s silver hair shines with colour under the neon ceiling lights. “I’ll catch you again later, Utsu, Yū.” He shoots a knowing look at the brothers in his walk past them, as if to say ‘behave’. At the same time, Mama orders you to ‘be nice’. You don’t need to see them off at the elevator to know they are making for the fifth floor, where Mama’s office and personal abode are. 

Mama is a woman well into her fifties, but still she turns heads as quickly as she did in her youth. Her jowls are loose and her figure is not lithe without shapewear, but the kind of regal beauty she has is one that’s impervious to time. Gold does not tarnish, after all. You do not doubt that she can bed any man she so wishes, but you do not think that is what’s happening with Kokonoi. No, their relationship is of the business sort—there is too much respect in their regard for each other. You’d rather not concern yourself with Mama’s dealings but there are ominous clouds looming over this one. Kokonoi, Ran and Rindō are no run-of-the-mill gangsters. They reek of danger and ambition, and the Haitani name has been notorious in these parts of town for some time. You’re already dreading the changes to come.

Atsuko dutifully latches herself onto Rindō’s arm and steers him towards the private rooms, blathering his ears off along the way. Shō-kun appears to be far from her mind. You have no choice but to meet Ran’s expectant gaze and slip into the space beside him. Ran is as uncannily put-together as always; there is never a crease in his suit nor a hair out of place. Every time you look at him, you think of a mannequin, or a marble statue.

“I hear you are often lucky in mahjong,” he says, smiling down at you. “Unfortunately, I myself have a terribly lousy hand. If I happen to feed you a particularly rare and expensive ron tonight, will you let me take you out for dinner in recompense?”

“You shouldn’t worry, Haitani-san. Mahjong is also a game of skill, and you’re a smart man.” You coil your hand around his arm. “You need not take me to dinner.”

The silk of his sleeve is cold and your cheeks are beginning to ache. 

Glossary of Terms / References Used | Next Chapter

A/N: Enter the MC! I suppose this chapter's kinda boring because it's really MC-centric; I initially wanted to add a couple more scenes to this chapter (which had Ran / Kakucho) but that would make it like 10k words long and I don't think I can publish 10k-word chapters on the reg... (Plus, this update has been WAY overdue.) Anyway, next chap's gonna have more of the Bonten Boys so stay tuned! 

Reblogs & comments will be greatly appreciated! :)

[lunaekalenda]

a/n: more dad aus because i can't go on omfg. fembodied reader, pregnancy mention, they're married, etc, just finished ryman's club and there's no content so i'm making the content B) i will be probs writing about them (about him likely i'm so sORRY) but still i'm open to all of them cause i just-

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"I think we should have a baby." your words fill the kitchen and the only sound that follows your voice is the open sink on the other counter. Your husband has still his hands under the stream, freezing. He didn't move for what seemed ages, still with his hands under the cold water, eyes fixed on the plate he's cleaning. You release the drying rag, walking towards him, and closing the tap, making him react when you speak again. "I get it was sudden, but water still costs money, love." You can't really decipher Tatsuru's expression. You don't know if he's happy, sad or angry. If he likes the idea, if he hates it. He stays silent while you give him a rag, drying his hands for a second. He finally seems to react.

"A baby?" He repeats, more for himself than for you. You see his eyes shining softly as his lips slowly change to a soft smile. The expression is so subtle that you're afraid it isn't more than your imagination, but he repeats it for himself again. "A baby. Our baby." His hands tremble softly as his eyes now search yours.

It's true that, for the time you've been dating, and for the time you've been married, you never spoke about kids. He was so busy with office stuff and the badminton team, and you were so centered on your work that you weren't really thinking about children. Although, whenever you went to any of his matches, sitting close to Usuyama's family, it kinda made you think about holding a children and cheering on your husband together. Still, you were too new on your work to have some liberties, as well as he was too busy to take care of a kid. But now, due to his promotion and your stablished schedule, it didn't seem as an impossible anymore. None of you would need to sacrifice anything you wanted to do, from his team to your classes. You feel like it's the moment to bring the topic, talk about it and find a common solution. Tatsu fixes his gaze on you, soft and tender, before taking you on his arms, hugging you tightly and burying his face on the crook of your neck. "Are you alright, Tatsu?" you ask in a whisper.

He takes a time to answer as he keeps his soft breath on your neck. "I'm really happy... I've been thinking we... We could never bring a kid to our family." He whispers. "I've been so selfish for wanting to have it all. I've tried so many times to left the team, to take a time to raise a baby. But I failed, and I'm so sorry."

"There was no need to rush things." you softly caress his blonde hair, reaching his cheek. "The right time always arrives."

"It does." he murmurs. His heart beats quickly against your hand when you rest it on his chest, getting on your tiptoes to kiss his lips softly. He takes your face between his hands before speaking against your lips.

"I love you." his words make your legs weak and your body feels warm, butterflies fluttering inside as your lips peck his again.

"I love you."

The kitchen was in complete silence, only your breaths could be heard. His hands were tangled on your waist and yours rested on his chest. He seemed thoughtful. Resting your chin near your hands, you look up at him. He seems to be talking to himself, mumbling in soft voice as he plays with the ring on his finger behind your back.

"Maybe we need to search for names... I can ask Mikoto if he's free next week to get some furniture... Should we buy already a bed?"

"Tatsu, love. Don't rush things up. We have plenty of time to prepare when we know we're waiting." He nods and kisses your forehead.

"It's true, sorry." he says. "But, do you know about what we should think now?" he asks. You feel the subtle change on his smile, the right side of his lips arching way more than the rest. His hands caress your sides, caressing your figure covered with one of his old badminton t-shirts, the ones you loved to use and the ones he loved to see you on. He walks softly, taking you with him.

"About what?" you ask, slowly walking backwards, until your legs reach the counter. He smiles from all his height before getting closer for a kiss. He whispers all his ideas against your lips, before pressing them shut against yours, as if they were promises sealed by a kiss.

[thepastelyakuza]

Magic ways (Taiga Saejima x reader)

Chapter 1 : A kind gesture

With the help of your friend moving back into your “new” apartment, y’all went out to celebrate. Resting at your favorite izakaya. Luckily it’s not crowded at this time of night. While talking about old times with your friends, you can’t help but notice the lone patron at the end of the bar.

Y/f: your friends name

Warning: knives, cursing, and sexual harassment

Intro / Next

UPDATE:spellcheck,saejima not giving out his name, reader doesn't know the relation between saejima and majima, third person pov, adding and removing things

     “That should be the last of it.” y/f huffed. Exhausted from walking up and down the stairs all morning. Carefully placing the brown box next to the others that covered the floor of the tiny apartment. For being a small apartment, it has enough room for a bedroom and a tiny kitchen. Sure, it needs a little bit of TLC here and there. But it’s good enough against Champion District standards. Good enough for y/n, since she moved back from her home country. ”Five years.” she thought while putting away the dishes in the cupboard. Five years since she left Kamurocho. Five years of running away from her problems. Y/n would’ve stayed longer if she confront it head-on. Just the mere thought of it leave a bitter taste in her mouth. Shaking away the anxiety that crawled against her skin. Clouded her every thought. Beginning to suffocate. ”Deep breaths, y/n. Deep breaths.” Calming down before moving on to the next box. While away, she made it her personal goal to start over. A fresh start. Learning from her mistakes and grow from them. 

         Y/f and y/n spend half of the evening unpacking and organizing. Tossing the remaining pile of collapse boxes to the side.

”Thank you for coming all this way and helping me move.” turning towards her friend.

She really meant that. Without their help, y/n would still struggle on finding a place to live. They’ve been by your side every step of the way. Encourage y/n during your process of”rebirth”.

”No problem. Consider this as a housewarming gift.” giving y/n an over exaggerated curtsy.

Softly punch y/f arm while walking back to her room. ” I hope you have something cute to wear because we’re celebrating.”

”You know I always come prepared.” y/f smirked

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      Club after club. Drinks after drinks. Y/f and y/n staggered through the neon lights of Kamurocho. Their laughter and the clacking of their heels blended within the bustling street. Walking through memory lane in their wavy state. Hoping to find the closest restaurant to soak up their alcohol. Resting under the nearest conbini.

” I’m going inside, need anything?” y/f placing their hand on y/n shoulder.

Looking up at the night sky, lost in her own thought” No, I’m good.” y/n hummed.

Y/f nods and walks inside with the chime from the door following behind them. Y/m smile as she continuing looking up at the beautiful night sky. The cool night breeze brush against her face. Even though she just came back to Kamurocho, she feel like everything going back to place. It’s not much but it’s a head start to reclaiming things that she once loved. Having her best friend by her side helped replace old memories with new ones. This could be a beautiful start of a long journey. Her deep thought was invaded by the chime of the door and voice of her friend. Looking back to see them with a bag in hand.

”what you get?”

”Oh, nothing. Just some water.” pulling the contents out of the bag.”At least it could help us sober up a little bit.”

she nod in agreement. Looking back at the neon night sky. Until y/n gasp loudly.”I know the perfect Izakaya that we should stop at!” turning back to y/f in excitement.”It’s not that far from here, I promise.” gleefully taking y/f hand. Dragging them along. Through twist and turns to streets to alleyways, all she could think about is praying that it’s still there. 

    They stopped in front of a small, hidden, traditional izakaya. A small row of red paper lanterns dangled from the ceiling. Cascading the white curtains with red hues. Y/f looks at y/n confused. Seeing the anticipation in her eyes. ”It still looks the same.” she thought.

”So…this the place?” with a concerned look on her face.

”Yup!!”y/n said cheerfully.

Both looking at each other. Filling the space with awkward silence.

”what!?”

”Nothing. Nothing.” y/f lifting their hands up in defense. ”I just didn’t think it would look like….this…”

Rolling her eyes. ”Come on. It’s fine. Trust me.” before dragging y/f inside.

       The savory aroma and the heat of the building washes over y/n. Y/n could swear that she can feel her mouth watering. One of the many things she missed while away from Kamurocho. Its large interior makes up for its small exterior. With the traditional decoration paired with the homey atmosphere, made y/n fall in love with it. Something that she can’t really put her finger on but still adore. Luckily, it’s not crowded at this time of night. Mostly old men, salaryman, or curious people that explore the allies would know about this place. Tonight, only a somber, built man at the bar and an unfamiliar cook. They walked at the far end of the bar.The young female cook walks over to the group.

”what can I get ya.”

Looking at the menu above her. ”I want the tempura udon and sh-” y/f was suddenly cut off by her friend.

”yakisoba!” (Y/F) chirped

” and she gets the yakisoba.” she chuckle.

With a nod, she started cooking. Y/f and y/n started small talk to pass the time. Commenting on how y/f almost got a date but the free drinks was totally worth it. As y/f retells her experience with the”hookup”, y/n went back to absorbing her surroundings. She can’t help but notice the man at the other end of the bar. His bear-like statue. His long black hair that used a veil to hide his melancholy expression. She can’t help but be enticed by him. Only to get cut by the sound of bowls clack against the countertop. Thanking the cook. Y/f already has their first bite. Moaning of enjoyment on how good the food taste.

Shaking her head.” Told you it was good.” she smirked. All y/n got from them was y/f furiously nodding their head in agreement and back to eating.” I wonder...” she thought.

”Excuse me, Miss.” raising your hand to catch her attention. She peeked over her shoulder to look at y/n. ”Does Hisao still work here?” she asked. Hoping she got the answer y/n was looking for.

”Hisao...” the young girl hummed. Before she could answer, a bearded man with a blue bandanna wrapped around his head peaked out from the main kitchen. Search for who called his name. Seeing y/n face cause him to race around the counter. 

”y/n-san!!” swooping Y/n in for a bear hug.He apologizes after letting her go. Introducing himself. He explained how they met years ago. Joking how y/n only know a smidget of Japanese when they first met. Not enough to save her own life.

”But you helped me out though!” she yelled in protest.

Crossing his arms,” I did. I did. How about this.” Searching through the cabinet to find the perfect alcohol for this occasion. Pulling out his best bottle of sake. Setting the glass cups on the bar.

 “ A round of drinks to celebrate?” Gesturing his cup towards y/n.

Y/n smiled. Taking the cup from Hisao hands. “Why not!”

“Hey Namiko, you joining in?” Hisao asked while pouring sake in each cup. Namiko declines while attending for the lone patron.

Raising his glass,” To y/n!!” The group raises their glass in return.

”Kanpai!!” they cheered. Clanking their cups together. Causing y/n to spilled her drink a litlle bit.

   Even though y/n try to focus on Hisao story, she can’t help but take small glances at the somber man. The more she look, the deeper her heart sank.

” I hope he’s okay.” she thought.

”Hey, I’m going to go to the restroom.”y/f slurred. Y/f been hammering drinks back to back.From the previous drinks from the club to now.

”Okay. We’re heading back home when you come out.” swirling her cup.

Watching y/f staggered into the bathroom. With one last look at the lone patron, y/n called Hisao over. Whispering in his ear while taking quick looks at the other end of the bar. Grinning ear to ear, Hisao nod at y/n and rush back into the kitchen.

“How long will it takes before I get caught? What I’m gonna do now? I can’t just lay low forever. They gonna find me eventually.” Been away for so long, how can he adjust to normal society. Everything that he learn from the outside life have been tarnished and transformed into the prison way of life. So many troublesome thoughts swirled around inside his mind. Making him fall deeper into the void. Hearing the phantom screams and gunshot in his head. For 25 years, it never went. No matter how hard he tries. It turned into an invisible tattoo on his soul just like the tiger on his back. Only he can really see it. His only way to numb the pain by soaking in cheap liquor. There was a light at the end of his mental tunnel. 

   The smell and the warmth of the chicken cutlet curry caress his face beneath him. Looking up confused. Wondering who bought this for him. He clearly remembers he didn’t order it or maybe his memory was so jaded enough to forget. Looking at the other end of the bar, a young lady catches his eye. She smiles and raised her glass towards him before looking back to her friend camimg out of the restroom. He nods before turns back to his meal. Taking his first bite. 

” It’s a start.” 

     ”Looks like I’m calling it a night.” passing her bowl and cup back Hisao. ” it’s nice to catch up again.” rummaging through her purse to find her wallet.

”Tell me about it.” he said with his arms crossed. Paired with his signature charismatic smile.

Pulling out her wallet to pay her tab. He waves y/n off. ”Don’t worry about it. It on the house.”

”you sure? I should pay,at least.” Being very persistent. It was always an ongoing battle between the two. With a sigh of defeat, y/n put her wallet back in her purse. Helping y/f off their chair, they bowed and thank him for the drinks. He wished the group  a safe walk back home before as they walk outside the door.

     On their way back home, y/n noticed that y/f started to get anxious and holding y/n sleeves tight.

”I think we’re being followed.” y/f whispered in her ear. Fearing that whoever behind could hear them. Y/n glanced behind to see two suspicious men in baggy clothes matching their footsteps. Y/n nod and decided to quicken up the pace. Only to suddenly crashed into a man in a suit. His chest was slightly bare. Decorated with fake jewelry. Have his cheap cologne invaded her nose, she recoil away from him. Y/n could’ve sworn that he appeared out of nowhere. Y/n apologize and quickly walk around him. Only to be blocked by him.

”What’s the rush sweetheart. Acting like something is chasing ya heel.” he smirked

Something about him gives y/n bad vibes. something is off. ”I’m just trying to go home.” still trying to avoid him.

He laughs loudly. ”Home!? The night is still young, baby.” he grabs her chin to up at him. ” How about you and your friend can have some fun with me. I can show you a thing or two.” His tongue slithers out. Making y/n flesh crawl. Not wanting to show weakness, she pushed his hands off her face.

”Hell. No.”

Pushing away from him. Holding y/f close to her who is slightly sober but not enough to protect themselves. It seems that he didn’t like no for an answer. Grabbing y/f arm, pulling them back which cause y/n to fall back to him. Surrounded by him and two stalkers from earlier.

Laughing menacing,” Bitch, I’m not gonna let you get a chance.” he growled.

”Fuck I should have known.” she thought. They were working together all along. Stalking on their next prey and we just happen to fall into their trap. Y/f holds y/n closely. Afraid of being snatched away from y/n. They carefully slide pepper spray in y/n hand as the gangman slowly surround them. As the two baggy stalkers got close to y/n, she quickly sprayed them. Punching the other thug in the face while he was distracted. Resulting him to pass out. As the ringleader looks back at his crew in disbelief, y/n grab y/f hand and dashed down the street. All she can here was footsteps and the ringleader calling her a bitch. Dodging through alleys, hoping that she could avoid them that way.

 “Just remember what he taught you.” repeating in her head.

Y/n didn’t care if her heels is gonna make her fall against the concrete ground. All she cared about is getting her friend back home safe. Y/n feel a lump in her throat as run into a dead end. Hearing that same menacing, gut-wrenching laugh behind.

”Shit….” 

Her gut was right. They caught up with them. Y/n pushed her friend behind to protect them. They continue to stalk towards them.

”You sure are a tough cunt to pull that off. Now.” pulling his knife. ”Let’s try this again.” dragging the knife against her chest and up against her cheeks. The cold blade sending shivers down her spine. Still not wanting to show fear. 

“ If you ever get in trouble, NEVER show that you are afraid.They will use it against you and eat you alive.”

One the many lesson he taught y/n before he left. y/n was grateful for that.There where days when she had to defend for herself. But tonight was not one of those days. 

Snapping back to reality as the ringleader hovers near y/n ear.

”The boss dog will sure take a liken to you. What’s the harm of having a taste, first? Right?” he hummed. He low voice vibrate against her neck.

”Boss dog?” she thought. Looking down at his suit collar to see a pin that stuck out like a sore thumb. ” It can’t be.” she whispered. Before y/n put two and two together, a wet sensation of a tongue dragged across the side of y/n neck. Closing her eyes in disgust. Holding y/f hands tight for comfort. Wishing this nightmare would end. Feeling his tongue suddenly disappear away from her neck. The sound of shoes scuffing and bodies slamming against the concrete. Y/n carefully open her eyes to see the yakuza’s bruised and passed out of the ground. Above them was the somber man from earlier. Feeling the weight being lifted off her shoulder.

”You guys alright?” he walked carefully toward them.

Y/n let y/f out of her grasp. Comforting them and repeatedly apologizing. Sure they shaken up a bit but they reassured y/n they was fine. With a sigh a relief, she  still feel guilty for bringing them to this mess. y/n look at her now swollen fist. Lost a few nails. Luckily they was fake but sure hurts like hell.

”Yeah, we’re alright.” facing his direction. Surprise to see to have not a scratch on him. He must be really that tough she thought. 

Completely bowing to him. ”Thank you for helping us out. I wouldn’t know what would happen to us if you hadn’t shown up.”

He nodded”You should be careful out here. Should’ve known that alleyways can be the death of ya.”

Y/n shameful look away,” Tell me about.”

”Hey, how about I walk y'all home. Treat it as payback from the meal from earlier.”

”That’s why you look so familiar!!” y/f shouts.

They both looked at y/f sudden realization. Y/n chuckled, trying to ease the tension in the atmosphere.

”Sure” walking out the alley. Getting a good distance away from the yakuzas. ” Before we continue, I need to know your name.” He raised an eyebrow. “For safety reason.” Seeing him become hesitant, you decide to break the ice.

”I’m y/n and this is y/f.” raising her eyebrow at him.

”Suzuki.”

”Good!!” she chirped” Now let’s get going.”

    Saejima falls behind while the duo takes lead. Giving them space but close enough to follow them. Surprised on how cheerful and talkative y/n and her friend are. Despite what happened earlier. Noticing how shes being aware of her surroundings.

”Hey, Suzuki” y/n looked over her shoulder

Suddenly getting dragged into the conversation. ”hmm.”

”How the food taste? Did it taste alright?”

Rubbing the back of his head. “It tastes alright. Thanks for the offer.”

Giving him a tender smile in response. Being taken aback, he quickly looks away.

”Good. That what I usually eat when I feel sad or not feeling well.”

”Well, it looks like you need to cheer up more.” y/f laugh while poking at y/n waist.

” You know what!?” y/n yelled in defense. Try to hide the smile that crept on her face.

Saejima can’t help but sigh and smile a little from the funny interaction between the two friends. Of course, not leaving him from the conversation. As the continued from their walk, a black car with tinted windows slowly stops next to them. As the backseat window rolled down, a voice emerged from the car. The voice belonging to his oath-brother. A voice she all too familiar of. Quickly hide behind Saejima. Having her back pressed against his as she faked a phone call.

”Eyy,need a ride back home?” Majima yelled out of the car window. Basically dangling outside the car.

”I’m good. Have to walk them back home.” gesturing the group behind him.

” How bout this, I drop everyone back home.” Majima looking over Saejima shoulder.

Y/f looks at y/n for a response. Shaking her head and mouthing the word no.

”No, we’re good.” y/f peaked out from behind.

With a nod between the brothers. “Guess I see you later.” saejima shrugged  while putting his hands in his pocket.

“Have fun with your new lady friends!!” He cooed before he crawled back inside his car.

Saejima shakes his head in disappointment while y/n try to blend into the darkness. Watching the black car drive away, y/n step out of her makeshift hiding spot. “Only a couple of blocks away.” she thought. Looking over the buildings

“Thank you walking for walking us back home. But I think we got it from here.” Y/n said with a long bow.

First time being out and already been shown respect. Something that he’s not used to. Putting his hands back inside his pockets. ” Don’t sweat it. Just get home safe. No alleys this time.”

she laughed softly. Making his heart skipped a beat.

” I promise.” she smiled. With a quick bow from y/n and her friend, she continue to walk. Only to look back to wave him goodbye. Watching the duo disappeared into the darkness, he hopes that they make it back home safely. All he could think about was that girl smile. Shaking away his thoughts. Walking back to the opposite direction.

 “It’s a start.”

[cyancherub]

back from the dead: masterlist iii

MAIN・M.LIST I・M.LIST II

this masterlist contains works for the following:

assassination classroom, attack on titan, black clover, blue exorcist, blue period, boku no hero academia, bungou stray dogs, cells at work, cowboy bebop, devil’s line, devilman crybaby, durarara, food wars, fugou keiji balance: unlimited, god of highschool, highschool of the dead, howl’s moving castle, hunter x hunter, jujutsu kaisen, karneval, kakegurui, lookism, magic kaito, maid sama, monster, one piece, one punch man, owari no seraph, parasyte, raise wa tanin ga ii, rorouni kenshin, salaryman’s club, samurai champloo, sekirei, solo leveling, spirited away, tamako market, vampire knight, wonder egg priority, & zombie-loan

see masterlists i & ii for other fandom works.

— ANGELS OF DEATH

@/writerbeanz | zack foster

— ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM

@/mistyfoxsong | karma

@miinximii​ | karma

— ATTACK ON TITAN

@/screechingmelon | marco bodt

— BLACK CLOVER

@/lilithbasically | capt. yami

@/hoobish | finral roulacase

— BLUE EXORCIST

@/curvaliberate | okumura rin

@/dawn-writes7 | fujimoto shiro

dirty old priest (1.6k)

— BLUE PERIOD

@/chickentendieboi | hashida haruka

— BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

@/get-shiggy-with-it | magne

i love you and also goodbye (8.1k)

@/hisoknen | mizushima masaki / manual

— BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

@/httptamaki | oda sakunosuke

@/aces-high | oda sakunosuke

— CELLS AT WORK

@/writings-of-a-shattered-mind | U1146

— COWBOY BEBOP

@/ghostbeam | spike spiegel

forever is the sweetest con (8.5k)

— DEVIL’S LINE

@/prinvil | anzai yuuki

— DEVILMAN CRYBAY

@/veronica-sawyers-monocle | akira

— DURARARA

@/writings-of-a-shattered-mind | izaya

— FOOD WARS

@/writings-of-a-shattered-mind | kojiro shinomiya

— FUGOU KEIJI BALANCE: UNLIMITED

@/laudthingcat | kanbe daisuke

— GOD OF HIGHSCHOOL

@/nkogneatho | jin mori

— HIGHSCHOOL OF THE DEAD

@/nasti-bnha | takashi x reader x saeko

— HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE

@/fairyfuyu | howl 

— HUNTER X HUNTER

@/kshira | feitan

— JUJUTSU KAISEN

@/uppermocns | muta kokichi / mechamaru

@/blueparadis | okkotsu yuuta

sour boy (1.4k)

— KARNEVAL

@/chickentendieboi | akari

treated (4.8k)

— KAKEGURUI

@/nkogneatho | yumeko

— LOOKISM

@/infatui | samuel seo

— MAGIC KAITO

@/foreversystem12 | kaito

— MAID SAMA

@/eibby | usui takumi

— MONSTER

@/petitscherisx | johan liebert

— MYTHICAL DETECTIVE LOKI

@/astrolcgia | loki

— ONE PIECE

@/spitsilk | donquixote doflamingo

— ONE PUNCH MAN

@/mydisenchantedeulogy | genos

— OWARI NO SERAPH

@/thewordfae | ichinose guren

— PARASYTE

@/sluttybunny-lounge | shinichi izumi

— RAISE WA TANIN GA II

@/mylittlesyn | kirishima miyama

— ROROUNI KENSHIN

@/tipsyangels | himura kenshin

— SALARYMAN’S CLUB

@/httptamaki | tatsuru miyazumi

tease (2.1k)

— SAMURAI CHAMPLOO

@/kemakoshume | mugen x reader x jin

secrets whispered in writing

— SEKIREI

@/kaysayshey | sahashi minato

— SOLO LEVELING

@/suyaluvs | sung jinwoo

a little selfish (1k)

— SPIRITED AWAY

@/astrolcgia | haku

— TAMAKO MARKET

@/kodzucafe | ooji mochizou

— TSURUNE

@/chaotic-nick | masaki takigawa

— VAMPIRE KNIGHT

@/smfics | kaname kuran

— ZOMBIE-LOAN

@/chairinaia | zarame