#tokyo rev draken

[dokueshi]

彡"So you wanna blowjob or something bro?"‧₊˚✩

genre: crack(?) no nsfw.

T/W: maybe ooc, adult language(?), bad grammar - english isn't my first language

pairings: Chifuyu Matsuno, Baji Keisuke, Kazutora Hanemiya, Ryuguji "Draken" Ken (separately) x MALE reader [all characters are aged up]

note: some time ago i saw short video where a guy made a little snowman on his balcony, and his friend asked him "so you wanna blow job or something bro?" and i found it funny so here i am.

‧₊˚✩彡Chifuyu~

He just wanted to sent a short video for his mom to show her how much snow fell last night, so he went to the balcony, recording the area covered with snow, until his roommate spoke up behind him:

-"So you wanna blowjob or something, bro?"

-"...WHAT THE FUCK (Y/N), I WANTED TO SEND THIS TO MY MOM (*｀Д´)ﾉ"

-"ah, my bad ( ´ ▽ ` )"

Later, he'll be embarrassed and a little angry around you for a while, but he'll get over it pretty quickly because he's used to your various suggestions.

‧₊˚✩彡Baji~

He was bored, so he want to the balcony and made a little snowman with cat ears, and then took some photos of it.

-"So you wanna blowjob or something, bro?"

He stopped taking photos and looked at you with growing smirk on his face:

-"Oh, of course, i would love to <(￣︶￣)>"

-"that supposed to be a joke...(・_・ "

He says a lot of suggestive things, so your jokes don't bother him at all, he'll tease you later. horny bastard.

‧₊˚✩彡Kazutora~

He was on balcony, smoking cigarettes and looking at busy walking people in front of your house.

-"So you wanna blowjob or something, bro?"

- *Frozen for a second* "Why are you saying this?

(｡Ó ^ Ò｡)"

Please stop teasing this poor boy, he'll get a heart attack. He look calm, but he's screaming inside. Later, he'll ask you not to say such things out of the blue.

‧₊˚✩彡Draken~

He was fixing the chair you asked him to do it for a long time, but he was busy with work and studying.

-"So you wanna blowjob or something, bro-*BONK*

-"SHUT. THE FUCK. UP. SHUTTHEFUCKUPPLEASE. (ʘ言ʘ╬)"

He's really tired with your bs, give him a break.a little disappointed that it was just a joke tbh He would quickly forget about it, because he had been babysitting Mikey for many years, and he's used to such behavior.

im back after 1-2 years, dunno for how long

[yanderederee]

I know everyone is loving the latest Sanrio collab and SO AM I. They’re both so unbelievably adorable 😩😩😩

LIKE????

THESE ARE PERFECT????????

[the-atlas-sister]

Mikey be smol

OKAY- so recently I rewatched the first season of Tokyo rev, and I was genuinely reminded how small Mikey is. Like- he's so tiny. Especially in comparison to Hanma. Like when they first interact and Hanma is throwing him around-

Like- Mikey's so smol! Do you think he's light as a feather or weirdly heavy? Does Draken make fun of his size? Is he gonna get taller? Was Shinichiro that small too? Is it just a Sano trait to be tiny?

[ifonlyitwasmidnight]

Thinking about sitting on one of those spinning stools in Draken's shop as he works on the bike he's been building for you. Watching as his muscles work under the tank top he's wearing, coveralls tied around his waist.

Thinking about how you couldn't imagine your life without him. For years he'd been your rock and you his. Exploring life together and everything that came with that.

Realizing you never wanted to spend a day without him.

"Hey," you called across the shop.

He hummed a noncommittal answer in acknowledgment.

"Marry me."

The wrench he held dropped to the floor with a loud clang as he turned towards you, mouth popped open in an O.

You had talked about getting married a few times but never anything overly serious. More "what would you want a wedding to look like" rather than, "hey, let's plan this out."

You had both agreed it would be kept small.

"Wh-what?" A smile slowly broke out across his face, lighting up his eyes.

"Marry me," you repeated, feeling your smile match his own.

He was on you in seconds, picking you up from the stool and holding you tightly to him. A laugh bubbled out of your chest, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

"Yeah," his response was whispered against your lips.

"Yeah?"

He walked you over to the counter where the register was and sat you down on it before pulling out a keyring and unlocking a drawer. He dug around for a second before pulling out a small black box.

"Kenny," you gasped. "How long have you had that?"

He popped open the top, and inside sat the most perfect ring you had ever seen. It took you a moment to realize it was one you had casually mentioned months ago you thought was gorgeous.

Draken wiped his hand on a clean spot of his tank top before plucking the ring from its velvet nest and holding it out to you. You wordlessly held out your left hand, and he slid it onto your finger—a perfect fit.

"Just been waitin' for you to ask."

You clutched his face between your hands, pressing your lips to his in a searing kiss.

[houseoftulips]

Love Bites | Anime Comfort Men ~ your man’s love language is biting

content warning: fluff, biting kink, vaginal penetration, slow fucking, mirror sex, praising, hair pulling

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Just imagine being covered in his love bites that he gave you for sexual and non sexual reasons. Most of the time it’s sexual reasons but you don’t care at all. lol

He gives you slow but deep strokes as he bites your jaw that so happens to fall open; your sweet whimpers and gasps slipping past your swollen lips. “Fuck doll - Tighten up a bit more pretty girl… Good -fuck,” he groans before biting on the other side of your jaw as your nails dig further into his back.

He bites your shoulders with his hand on one hip and the other having a firm grip on your hair keeping you facing the mirror. He’d press a tight kiss on one shoulder while he slowly slips his cock inside you making you gasp. With the way his tip instantly reached your sweet spot and his girth stretched you out perfectly, your gasp turned to a silent moan as you held your breath unintentionally. He groans into your shoulder after biting down on your skin again feeling you flutter around his cock. He glanced at your fucked out face into the mirror seeing that your eyes had rolled back as your moan still remained silent. “Fuck baby, breathe,” he groans as he pulls out halfway that slides back in making your silence turn to whimpers, “That’s it, pretty girl. Keep makin’ those pretty sounds, my love,” he moans as his pace grows faster.

When he’s not fucking you senseless he likes to greet you with a bite before a kiss. Like that one time you were meeting him at the train station. “Babe!” you giggled in surprise feeling his teeth softly bite on your cheek all while his arms wrap around your chest from behind.

He swayed you guys side to side as his bites turned into soft kisses. “Sorry, doll. Just love you so much,” he smiles before leaning down to kiss or lips.

Or when he bites you to wake you up. He’d wrap his arms around you with a soft and sleepy smile on his face while he pulls you chest to chest. Then he’d bury his face into the crook of your neck and start peppering you with soft love bites. “Wake up, baby,” he smiles again into your neck, “Gotta get ready for the farmer’s market, pretty girl,” he whispers softly.

“M’sleepy,” you mumble as your bury your face into his chest, “Little longer…”

He chuckled softly before bringing the blanket to cover yours and his shoulders. He kissed your nose then pressed a love bite one last time on your cheek.

“Okay, doll. One more hour… I love you…”

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eren jeager, katsuki bakugo, kuroo tersuro, toji fushiguro, dabi, bokuto kōtarō, hanma shuji, draken, sukuna ryomen, aizawa shota, kirishima eijiro, kishibe, aki hayama

[rinwhore]

HAPPY DRAKEN DAY!<33333

[playgrl0]

imagine coming out the shower and you see draken taking a nap on the couch in his super large, oversized hoodie so you lay on the couch next to him and slip under the hoodie as well. draken wakes up at all the movement and when he opens his eyes he's met with your eyes staring into his and you're grinning at him. "what're you doing?" he sleepily mumbles. "i was cold and you looked really warm and cozy so here i am." you wrap your arms around his waist, his skin hot against the palms of your hands. "but why'd ya crawl into my hoodie?" he grumbles and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. "because i knew it'd be warm under there." you answer him. "hm, is it?" he mumbles against your neck. "very." "good. don't want you to be cold." he kisses your neck before he wraps his arms around your body as well and falls back asleep.

a/n: im freezing my ass off over here even tho im wearing warm clothes nd am wrapped up in a warm blanket :'))) nd this idea randomly popped into my head so i wrote it,,,, ur welcome <3 mwah

[asimpwithfreetime]

Patching them up! [Various!Tokyo Revengers x reader]

I don’t mention the reader’s gender so it’s open for everyone.

[Not from a specific arc but it is set between the very beginning and the end of Tenjiku Arc, you choose]

Various!Toman x reader [Fluff]

A/N: Even though reader is closer to Toman, everyone is “friendly” with you, like EVERYONE. Also, English isn’t my mother tongue and I might make some mistakes. If that’s the case, please correct me.

AU: Everyone is alive, but Draken and Emma are not dating. (I love Emma but I also love Draken and I am going to be a little bit self-indulgent with it).

Warnings: cursing, violence, graphic descriptions of injuries (nothing to gore but I want to warn beforehand), Baji is a little bit of a menace, maybe they are a little bit OOC lol.

• After a fight, everyone is pretty fucked up, like literally everyone has at least an injury.

• Thankfully, this time no one hears sirens so it is safe to stay there for a little while. Since everyone is so beaten up, they don’t have the energy to fight anymore and casually just sit on different sides os the place they fought on like 15 minutes ago.

• As you are a good friend, you bought a bunch of first aid kits because you knew this guys would get hurt during the fight. As you are closer to Toman’s members, you get to their side with a weak smile on your face.

• Quickly, Baji, Draken, Mikey and Mitsuya take what they need and mutter a “thank you” before walking away.

• Smiley, being a smart guy, smirks at them before slyly walking up to you, a soft smile on his face now. “Y/n, can you patch me up? My muscles are so sore I can’t do it myself”.

•He knows how worried you are about them and how your attention will be fully on him just to make sure he’s alright.

•The others huff in annoyance. “That little shit!” some of them think. Even the guys from the other sides look jealous of the attention Smiley is getting given.

• You start to carefully patch Smiley up, your face of pure focus makes his heart skip a beat, “So cute!~” he thinks.

•When you have finished up, you give him a soft hug, trying not to hurt him.

•Before anyone can react, Angry goes up to you too, you aren’t facing him, since you are now scolding his brother softly as he had been reckless out there.

•You feel a tender tug on your shirt and know exactly who’s behind you.

•As you turn around you can see Angry with his usual scowl, and you also see the bruises that are forming and some cuts. You sigh as you take his hand into yours to make him sit close to his brother, with that you notice some injuries in his knuckles as well.

•Now everyone that has a crush on you is literally fuming, the twins had outrun them and also they were getting your full atención. Baji, Mikey, Draken and Mitsuya are regretting not letting you patch them up. Everyone sees how tender you are and how caring you do your thing while you are to oblivious to all of it.

•Angry flinches at some of the treatments you are giving his injuries and mumbling softly he puts his hand up for you to hold and you do it dearly. (Who would say no to this beautiful boy?)

• As you finish up, you can see Takemichi going away, probably to ask Hina to patch him up.

• And then, you turn around, seeing Mikey, Baji, Chifuyu, Draken, Mitsuya and surprisingly Hakkai looking at you with a somewhat intimidating yet pleading look on their faces.

• “Patch me up first, I am the leader after all” Mikey says with a smile on his face, pretending that blood isn’t leaking from his forehead.

•You sigh tugging him towards the makeshift nurse office you have created during Smiley’s and Angry’s moments.

•Mikey sits cheerfully with his eyes looking at your every move. Once you turn to look at him, a little bewildered with their behavior, the boys behind you start fighting, as if they hadn’t just had a huge fight.

• He likes to tease you and I feel like he would literally lick your hand if he thinks you are not giving him your FULL attention. (By lick I don’t mean a huge ass lick that leaves your hand full of saliva [Unless you are into those things] I mean a soft kitty-like lick just to startle you enough).

•Draken and Baji are literally looking at him with “death” written all over their eyes. Mitsuya and Chifuyu are reasoning with one another, knowing that both of them will get their turn “eventually” and Hakkai is just there, questioning his life choices while he waits patiently like a good boy.

•Once you are done with patching Mikey up he will DEMAND you give a kiss to his forehead, to cure faster. If you do it, prepare to have to kiss every bruise and bandage in his arms and face (as you aren’t dating he doesn’t ask for anything else).

•If looks could kill, Mikey would be dead. Like, everyone who has a crush on you in Toman will literally be glaring daggers at him.

• After Mikey is pleased, he will get up and hug you softly. Then it would be Draken’s turn as he literally shoved Baji away.

•If you chuckle at his antics, I swear he would give you heart-shaped eyes, but only for half a second because he has to keep his “strong man” facade.

•Draken is pretty stubborn when getting patched up, he will let you do your thing but he will be huffing as if he was FORCED to be cured by you. In the very depths of his heart, he is jumping up and down to how much he loves your attention on him.

•Please, PLEASE, re-do his braid as it was messed up during the fight. The feeling of your fingers combing his hair and then doing the braid has him blushing and suddenly being quiet.

•He enjoys how careful you are putting bandaids and bandages all over him. He will thank you later and pat your head with a wide smile on his face.

•Baji comes next, being a little brat. He will let you do your thing will using any given moment to make you blush and fluster you.

•He will be chill about you patching him up, but he will jokingly bite your hand if you are to close to his face.

•Also, even if he hides it, he is ticklish in his sides, if he ever gets and injury there and he feels the soft touch of your fingers, he will let out a chuckle and then will try to hide it as a cough.

•He loves the attention you give him in moments like this.

• Once he is up, he will ruffle your hair while saying thanks.

•Now, Mitsuya and Chifuyu weren’t getting into terms so they threw a coin in the air to see who was getting your attention first. Hakkai in the meantime sat by your side and silently (with pleading eyes and his characteristic shyness) and you will happily comply.

• The coin will fall on Peh-yan’s forehead, I am sure of it, but it still proves that Chifuyu goes first. With a huff, Mitsuya will let him.

• Taking care of Hakkai is relaxing for you. He is the only one sat completely rigid until you caress his face or something. He looks so stiff and scared that you take your time patching him up, he appreciates it.

•Late, Chifuyu will take his place. He will smile fondly at you even though he is pretty beaten up. Chifuyu is a blushing mess, any touch of yours sends chills up and down his spine. (So sweet).

•He will help you and will move to your every command. He will also, shyly, ask you to hold his hand if rubbing alcohol stings to much.

•And last but not least, Mitsuya. You are so glad he is so patient. With a soft smile he will sit down, looking at you with tranquil eyes.

•He doesn’t flinch much at anything, siting straight and being chill with you. He will make a small conversation with you (all of them would probably do it in their turn). But his small conversation is really sweet, and he will talk about his sisters, which wants your heart.

[chrissshub]

draken putting us in a mating press 😵‍💫

d-d-draken??!!! yes.

cw: mating press, big dick draken, implied cervix fucking

It’s in these rare moments that your mind slips into thought. The thoughts, the questions of what exactly brought you to this exact position, weak legs pressed to your tits bearing the brute of the man.

A six foot tall man, at that.

He’s six foot tall sending the heavy fat of his cock to bully your walls. Draken knows you can’t handle it, not even a single inch. But he’ll make it fit. He’ll make every vein, every throb, even the fat head fill inside you—all while hitting your sweet spot with ease.

He’s even got the nerve to wear a smug grin amidst it all. Just inches away from your worn pout and he’s wearing that glimmering white grin for one proud reason—you can’t even wipe it away.

How could you begin to try? Not when every staggering reel of his hips clashes relentlessly against your own. And sure, you could take advantage of the little breaks in between strides, but it’s all because he’s itching to reach deeper.

At his hand, no matter what he does, Draken has you in the palm of his hand. His pretty little girlfriend, young, dumb, and begging to be stuffed with his cum.

[authorluvgxbby]

TR Boys x Bullied! Reader

Genre: Hurt to comfort

Characters: Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, and Baji

Warnings: cursing, bullying, insults, self-harm, mentions of blood

Reader is Gender Neutral

Request

A/N: heyyy luv! I apologize for the long wait of getting to your request. I hope you like it!

Mikey

“Hey! There they are!” one of the bullies said. The leader of the group waltzes up to you with a devious smirk plastered on her face. “Well, well, well,” he says looking you up and down in disdain, “if it isn’t the school’s freak!” she giggles as the rest of the group follows suit. “They’re always all alone, it’s no wonder why they don’t go out,” one of them chimed. Tears began to well in your eyes as the bullies continued their onslaught of insults spewed towards you. You try to push past them in hopes of trying to get out of the situation, only to be yanked by your backpack and thrown to the floor. Gritting your teeth, you reach out to get your backpack, only to have a foot stomp on your hand. You yelp, quick to retract your hand and look up at the scornful face of the girl. “How pathetic,” she spits, eyeing your crouched form on the ground, “I can’t believe Mikey is actually dating a freak like you.” Her words pierced your heart at the mention of your beloved boyfriend. “I bet he’s just doing it out of pity,” she jeers. “That’s not true!” you shout, your voice trembling as you try to defend the little dignity you had left, “he wouldn’t do that!” “Is that so?” she sneers, “No one would date a weirdo like you unless they were crazy!” That was the last thing she said before walking away with the rest of the group, leaving you full of tears and a sore hand. As you gathered your belongings, doubts began to rush through your mind as the bully’s words replayed in your head. Did he really date me out of pity? Am I that dull for someone like Mikey? When it was the end of the day, you walked past the school gates and was greeted by a familiar warm smile and the sound of a revving CB250T bike. “Hey babe! How was-” Mikey was cut off when he saw your bandaged hand and your tear streaked face. You greet him with a small nod, eyes averting his questioning ones as you silently mount his bike while mumbling, “Can we just go please?” He doesn’t press you as to what happened, only obeying your request to leave, thinking it would be best to talk to you when the both of you were alone. When he feels your arms around his waist, he speeds off onto the streets of tokyo. When you reach Musashi shrine, Mikey parks his bike and is quick to get off so he could help you off as well. But instead of taking his hand, you get off yourself while walking past him to the steps of the shrine without a word. He froze for a moment at your sudden coldness toward him, but he was quick to grab  shoulder to stop you. “What the hell happened?” he asked, his seriousness was gentle as he spoke. You shook your head, “I don’t want to talk about it.” “You don’t have much of a choice y/n,” he turns you around, forcing you to meet his stern gaze. Finally, after holding back your tears and heartache, you broke down, gripping Mikey’s shirt as you gave in to him. Slowly, he wraps his arms around your waist while listening to your sobs. When you're done letting everything out, Mikey sits you down on the steps of the shrine with him and gently coaxes you into telling him what had happened. When you do tell him, he stays silent while giving you his full attention, not bothering to ask questions, but just to listen to what you had to say. When you're finished, there’s nothing but a heavy silence between you two until he finally says, “Is that all?” you nod timidly, looking down to the ground as you fidget with your hands. Mikey takes your hands in his own, “Do you wanna know the reason why I’m dating you?” You sniff, using your sleeve to wipe your eyes, “Why?” you croak. He gently cupped your cheek, “Because being around you gives me so much peace of mind. It’s like…the sun shines so much brighter when I’m with you,” he says, his soft voice matching with the strokes of his thumb against your tear-stained cheek. “y/n, don’t listen to what those people have to say because no matter what I’ll always love you.” “Introvert tendencies and all?” you whisper, hopeful eyes searching for his own. He chuckles, “Introvert tendencies and all,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

    Draken

“Hey, y/n?” you stopped skipping and turned on your heel to face your boyfriend. “Yes, ken?” “Is-” he pauses, eyes softening at your questioning stare, “is there anything you need to tell me?” he breathes out, shoving his hands in his pockets. Your heart skips a beat, and your ears begin to ring. You were thankful to have such a caring, attentive boyfriend who could sense if something was wrong, but at the same time you cursed at how quick he could pick up on your mood, since you were never the type to take confrontation so easily. “Hmmm, no. Why do you ask?” He walks up to you, frowning slightly as he knits his brows together, studying your features before prying further. “Nothing happened at school?” he questions, watching as you chew on your lip, looking away from him, “Anyone bothering you?” His questions hang heavy on your shoulders as you try to think of a way to change the subject, but nothing comes to mind. At the moment, you basically chewed your lip off raw, tortuous images flashing across your mind as you remembered what your rude, rival classmate had said to you before leaving school with Draken. “C’mon, be for real y/n. A guy like him wouldn’t date someone who can barely handle being around people. You’d just be a burden around him!” fresh tears began to streak down your cheeks as the few sentences settled at the pit in your stomach. “y/n?” Draken takes hold of your face, eyes concerned as he watches you slowly breakdown. “Ken…,” you whimper, sniffling as you choke out words between sobs, “Do you really love me?” Draken’s frown deepens as he listens to your small whimpers. Seeing you in tears broke his heart, and the worst of it all, someone made his poor angel cry. “What kind of question is that?” he wipes your tears with the pads of his thumbs, sighing as he cradles your body into a warm embrace, “Of course I love you. More than you know,” he whispers, gently running a calloused hand through your hair.

           Mitsuya

It has been twenty minutes since Mitsuya has sat you down across from him, but to you it feels like a lifetime has passed by. He’s been eyeing you down, not in a bad way, but in the “you’re hiding something from me and I need to know '' kind of way. Meanwhile, you’ve been chewing on your lip and fidgeting with your fingers behind your back to the point where your hands began to cramp. It was as if you were a child about to get scolded by their mother for something they did. And knowing your motherly-natured boyfriend, the two of you would be sitting there for hours until you finally tell him what’s been bugging you. He knew your weakness and as much as you hated to admit it, you’d have to say something to him sooner, otherwise you’d surely die from the awkward tension. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or do I have to force it out of you like this?” He asks. You grimaced at the thought, your fidgeting quickly escalating to itching your covered wrists as you slightly draw blood from your bruised lips. Tasting the bitter taste of chopper, you swallow thickly as you struggle to face Mitsuya’s prying gaze. “ Nothings wrong,” You mumbled, wincing slightly as you felt the sting from the scratch marks left on your hands. The last thing you wanted was to burden him with your problems at school and have him confront the people responsible for bothering you. You hated confrontation. Just like what he was doing right now. “Something is wrong,” he whispers to himself, taking your hidden hands into his own, glaring at the self-made marks on your delicate hands. “When you’re nervous or scared, you fidget with your hands, even if it hurts you,” he voices. “y/n, who’s picking on you?” he grunts, eyes focused on your scratch-covered hands and wrists as he gently runs his hands over them. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. Why was he so perfect? Why did he have to be such a caring person? How did you catch his eye? All questions were answered with a kiss on your hands and a kind smile being gifted to your teary-eyed gaze. “Don’t cry. I’ll make sure they don’t bother you anymore.” He leans over you, pressing feathery kisses to the salty drops that fall from your eyes. “You knew?” He hums, pulling away to caress your damp cheek. “I always knew. Draken told me. But, I knew you didn’t want me to get involved because you wanted to handle it on your own,” he says, “but when it was getting out of hand, I couldn’t help but ask you about it.” You could feel your heart clench at his truthful words and his concerns. “Mitsuya, I-” “Don’t apologize,” he grins, silencing you with a sweet kiss to your lips, “it's good that you want to handle confrontation on your own. But start out small, like asking your boyfriend for help,” he teases, earning a small smile from you. “Ok.” Smiling himself, he kisses you once more. 

         Baji

“Baji-san!” Chifuyu calls from down the hallway. Baji sighs, turning around to face his concerned friend. “Chifuyu, what the fuck did you do now? It’s my lunch-” “I think something bad is happening to y/n-san,” he gasps, hunching over to catch his breath after running up god knows how many stairs. At the mention of his s/o, Baji is quick to question him, forgetting all about eating his yakisoba lunch. “What happened?” His voice is dark and cold, his whole aura changing in a split second as he imagines all the things he’d do to the people who’d dare even think about hurting his s/o. It’s one thing to mess with a member of his division, let alone a friend of his, but by god Baji would give someone a one way ticket to hell if he heard someone harmed his s/o. Noticing the change in Baji’s tone, the vice division captain straightens up, realizing Baji wasn’t taking any shit at the moment. “I heard a group of y/n-san’s classmates hurting her. I think…I think they’ve been bullying her.” “Where,” he growls, fists balling at his sides as he does his best not to lose his temper. When he finds out everything, all hell breaks loose. His ears were ringing, his blood boiling, his mind going blank with rage as he made his way to your classroom. When he gets inside, he sees you cornered at the back of the classroom with three guys surrounding you. “Are you seriously dating the Baji Keisuke? The first division captain of Toman? What a joke!” one sneers, towering over you with a menacing glare. “A guy like him doesn’t date weak nuisances like you,” another spat. You don’t say anything, too scared to fight back against their insults and dirty looks.“Hey…,” the one in the middle growls, taking a closer step toward you as he reaches out and grips the collar of your shirt, “we’re talking to you. You think you’re all tough, huh?!” he raises his hand, bringing down to your face. Preparing what’s to come you turn your head away, waiting for the pain to bear down on you once more, but instead, nothing comes. Screams and cries of pain filled your ears. The grip on your shirt was loosened. Peaking an eye out, you see all three bullies beaten and bloodied, while a familiar long-haired boy stands in front of you, eyes flashing red with cooling rage with bruised knuckles dabbled in blood. “B-baji?” you squeak, swallowing thickly as your long-haired lover turns to face your shaking form. He’s quick to tower over you, expressionless as he locks his jaw. Before you could blink, you end up in a bone-crushing hug as he mumbles a spew of apologies and scoldings your way. “Jesus, thank god you’re alright. I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me something? What would’ve happened if Chifuyu didn’t tell me you were getting bullied? Would you have let them try to hit you again?” While Baji was caught in his worries, you couldn’t help the smile curling on your lips as you listened to the fearsome member of Toman turn soft in your presence. However, you couldn’t fight the guilt punching you in your stomach. “Sorry Kei, I just…didn’t want you to think I was weak. I-I wanted to handle things sooner but-,” when you try to meet his gaze, he pushes your head into his chest, muffling your words. “Don’t say dumb shit like that, idiot,” he mutters, his grip on you growing tighter, “if you need help then ask. Don’t be a dumbass like Chifuyu. Besides, I’m your boyfriend. It’s my job to protect you. So let me do my damn job.” he sighs, nuzzling his cheek against your hair. “O-ok, but um…Baji?” “Hm?” “Could you, maybe loosen up a bit? I can’t breathe,” you groan, taking in a breath of air as Baji loosens his hold on you. “Ah~gomen babe,” he says sheepishly, a small blush tinting his cheeks. Giggling, you peck his cheek, “Of course, Keisuke.”

Tagged: @hakkai-anon

[willowfolksong]

lavender haze

Manjiro Sano "Mikey" x Reader

The interviewer has a nice smile and perfect manicured nails. You greet her with a hand shake that lasts long enough for a picture, and settle beside her with both of your arms behind your back.

"I know that you must get this everytime you give an interview" she tells you, and you were too distracted watching as they set up the cameras to notice that she has moved a step closer to you "But I'm just such a huge fan"

"Oh" you smile, because yes you've heard that a lot, but it never ceases to make you happy. You wish the joy of finding out people enjoy your music never leaves, or fades and turns into numbness at the face of everyone's admiration "Thank you so much!"

"I actually begged for them to let me do your interview before the ceremony"

You bring a hand to your chest and pout, and the interviewer giggles as a little girl and pushes a strand of hair behind her ear.

"That's so sweet of you, really"

"Whenever you're ready, we're recording now!" the guy behind the camera says, and you take a quick last look at your publicist to signal that you're okay, and then smile.

"So we're back and we're back in style!" the interviewer says, and her high pitched voice is miles away from her shy whispering just a few moments ago. "I have here with me none other than the literal star of the moment" when she turns to you, she does it with a dashing smile and a spark in her eyes "I'm so glad to have you here with me, I'm such a huge fan"

"Thank you so much!" you say again, and she nods excitedly.

"But let's be honest, who's not a fan of you right now? You're breaking records, have a new album coming out soon, and are nominated for none other than eight awards tonight!" she says, not missing a single beat while listing your merits "And all of this after your first album was a commercial success! Be honest, is it like a walk in the park this second time around?"

"What is?" you ask, even tho you definitely know what she means. You've learned that playing aloof from time to time helps to not make you look arrogant to the public.

"The record breaking, the awards, everything! Are you just kind of used to it already?"

You shake your head, careful of the curls your stylist spend hours on "Definitely not. I still can't believe all of this. I'm so happy and still having a hard time understanding what did I do to get this lucky"

And it's true. You're a small town girl that always thought her dreams were more than what she could chew. And somehow, you were the lucky one. You made it. One faithful afternoon that looked like an ordinary one to you, at the coffee shop where the owner used to let you play a couple of your songs for some share of the tips, you got scouted. And the rest was history.

There were still a lot of things you didn't quite understand in the famous people's world. Even if you were a big part of it now yourself. The envy, the need to pretend, the false friendships waiting round every corner. From some of them, you could protect yourself. You had your friends from high school, the unconditional ones. You were glad with the things you had achieved so far, and weren't really looking to stomp on anyone's foot. You tried to be yourself, as much as your publicist thought it was safe, at least.

But there were some other things, however...

"I know we're running out of time and that you almost have to go but I can't just not ask you this" the interviewer is saying, and for a split of a second, you genuinely believe that she's going to ask you more about your next album. About your actual work. The work that has consumed so much of your time, sweat, and even tears during those nights where you were just not sure of any lyrics anymore. For only a second, you forget that you're an actual A-lister now. "What does Mikey thinks about your new album?"

... some other things, are a bit harder to escape.

You're vaguely aware of your publicist shaking her head in disapproval out of the corner of your eye, but you smile and do your best to pretend this isn't the question you were expecting. Or the one you wanted, for that matter.

"Ahm... Mikey?" you ask, trying to win you some time.

The interviewer smirks. If she can sense your hesitation, she's doing a great job of pretending she actually doesn't. "Yeah! I mean, at this point, we all know you live together. Are any songs in the new album about him? Are we going to get any hints about the future?" she moves even closer, and the way she wiggles her eyebrows as if she's actually being funny, has you forgetting all the nice things she said to you "About any... possible wedding?"

"I'm sorry, but we really need to leave" your publicist comes to your rescue, and you let her maneuver you away from the camera with a small push. "I'm going to talk with them, don't worry" she whispers in your ear once you made it far enough "They told me it was just going to be something quick about tonight's awards"

...

Your night is more or less ruined after that silly, seemingly harmless question. The interview leaves such a bad taste on your mouth, that not even four glasses of champagne are able to wash it away. You win three of your eight nominations, including Artist of the Year. The speech you're supposed to give during the last one comes out as a messy blurb, and you just want to get back to your table to finish your fifth glass of the night.

Finally back in your seat, you catch your phone buzzing on your purse.

You have eleven texts from Mikey, and three pictures.

mikey 💖🏍️: you look so hot i wanna cry

mikey 💖🏍️: not going to do that but still. draken says hi and good luck.

mikey 💖🏍️: you're the fucking best.

[Picture attached]

mikey 💖🏍️: you looked so cute here, i'm gonna send this picture to takemichi to brag

You hide your laugh behind your hand, and make a quick inspection of your surroundings. No one else on the table seems to be paying attention to you, their eyes glued to the stage for the next award, so you go back to read your boyfriend's apparent live commentary of your performance for the night.

mikey 💖🏍️: a guy in your table is looking at you too much this is two times the camera catches him i'm going to google him

[Picture attached]

mikey 💖🏍️: congrats babygirl i knew you would win this!!!

mikey 💖🏍️: wtf this one should have gone to you as well. this show is rigged

[Picture attached]

mikey 💖🏍️: you looked so good during your speech i need to get you out of that dress immediately

mikey 💖🏍️: i miss you

mikey 💖🏍️: yeah another win for my baby! you're fucking destroying them!!

mikey 💖🏍️: draken won't stop looking at me i already told him i'm busy rooting for my baby

You leave Mikey's chat to find that you also have a text from Draken, and chuckle a little too louder at your boyfriend's childhood friend desperate message about taking away Mikey's phone, because they're supposed to be working on his bike.

You place your phone back to where it was before as soon as you feel the girl sitting on your right leaning over to take a peak. She gives you a sheepish smile.

"Bored already, huh?" she adds, rolling her eyes. You've known her for two years now. She's a very prominent rock vocalist "Honestly, this things should be shorter. I just wanna go home already"

You nod, and can't help but let your mind wander back to the probing questions that made your publicist cut short your previous interview. Back to the flaming curiosity people feel about your relationship. Back to how everyone seems to have an opinion, a theory to share, something to add to a narrative that has become such a public topic.

You remember the first article to come out after your relationship went public. You had been dating for a couple of months by then, and you were really excited to share the news with your fans, so you didn't mind when some paparazzis found the two of you on a date.

The first article ever written about you and Mikey's relationship wasted four pages on a list of ways your relationship could go sour. Reading it was such a punch to the gut, such a blow to your happiness, that you had decided then and there that you would turn a blind eye to every possible gossip about the two of you.

You were going to protect what you two had, no matter what.

At the cost of not being there, close to the race, cheering your boyfriend on as he came first. At the cost of not feeling the weight of his hand on yours while you walked the red carpet. At the cost of not having a normal date night around town, where the two of you could just walk closely together, counting the stars and sharing laughs.

Your relationship was not meant to be picked apart. The two of you would not become a list. What you had, would stay yours. And no one else.

That's the main reason why you only put your engagement ring back once you're home, when the cat you got as an engagement present from Chifuyu comes to greet you at the door, rubbing against your legs. You bend down to carry him with you to the living room, walking with an excited bounce in your steps even tho is technically three in the morning, and you should be dying of sleep.

But your fiance is there, on the couch, passed out over his phone, the light from the television still on in front him making his face glow in the dark. They're playing some special moments from tonight's ceremony, but you couldn't care less anymore.

"Hey, Manji" you call him, gently shaking him by the shoulder "I'm home now"

He opens one eye to peak at you from under his long dark lashes "Welcome back. I missed you so much"

"So much that you fell asleep?" you tease him.

That gets you dragged to the sofa, into Mikey's arms.

"You're trapped now. Can't leave anymore" he tells you, his voice raspy from sleep "No more award shows for you" your cat, feeling left out on the floor, meows loudly at the two of you "No, I won't let her go. She's mine"

"Yes, I'm yours" you whisper, snuggling against his chest and ignoring the way your dress will be all wrinkly when you (or Mikey, most likely) take it off. "And I wouldn't want to go anywhere else"

You just want to stay in the haze of your love forever.

This work belongs to my Midnights: Sleepless stories 🕰️ collection, a series of reader insert fics based on the album Midnight, by Taylor Swift, with characters from Haikyuu, Tokyo Revengers and Blue Lock. ✨

You can still send an ask if there's any character you would like to see in any particular song ✨

Last: carnations you had thought were roses, that's us. Next: falling in love, again

[yanderederee]

Boys on Bikes

A discussion piece about motorcycles!

Also note; these Motorcycles were Modified in the anime, since that’s what you did in a Biker Gang lol. The individuality of these loud modifications made them one-of-a-kind bikes! So stuff like Kazutora’s Windshield and Baji’s second-seater are not apart of the original design.

More Discussion Pieces here: BozosokuCulture

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Mikey - Honda: CB250t, Hawk (1978) / Scooter**

Draken - Kawasaki: Zephyr 400 (1989)

Baji - Suzuki: GSX250e (1984)

Kazutora - Kawasaki: KH400, Rocket (1976-80)

Mitsuya - Suzuki GSX400FS, Impulse (1982) *my personal favorite

Now listen.

There is something to be said about Mikey’s scooter.

This Scooter is fucking impossible to find. So much so I’m questioning it’s existence**.

(I also really like how Draken confirmed that most of the guys got their Bikes via Hand-me-down or through connections by their Senpai’s lol) / Besides Baji? Who I think found his.

** Honda came out with a lot of ‘scooter types’ in the early 2000’s, but nothing for the Hawk models.

I found this really hidden away Giorno 50cc model from 1995, and Japan did remodel them 2011-2022 era, so maybe this was the inspiration? But if you look at the Nose the Headlight of MIKEY’S Scooter, they closely resemble the Elite Model more.

Like ?? The Elite and Metropolitan models are the closest I could actually find.

Interesting.

—-…

I was raised around the Harley Davidson mechanic shops my dad owned/worked at, I wish I remembered which one he’d drive me around on as a kid, but we’re no longer close.

I could make a Part2 to this too lmao..

[movedtolilmouzee]

ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫...

𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯, 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵

(Thank you to @thisbicc for the idea, I deleted the ask by accident cause I'm stupid but here we go) (sorry this one is short, it hit hard for me and I wanted wanted get it over with, hope you all enjoy this)

Draken, your first love. Draken, the person who's been with you through every up and down, just like right now. Drakens comforting you while you cry your eyes out because you feel like you aren't enough to be with him.

It felt mpossible to get the words out of your mouth to even begin to explain what was wrong, you just wished draken could read your mind and understand how worthless you felt and how much you hate yourself in the moment.

It's not secret draken has dated some beautiful people, he was one of the prettiest boys you've ever seen and so were his ex's, when you looked at them your stomach knotted, heart dropped and all you could think was "look how pretty they are compared to you. How can you compete with that?" Granted this was only your mind saying these things but did draken think them too?

"I ju-just can't see why your with me! I'm nothing compared to your ex lovers, draken, I'm not prettier then Emma, I'm not as skinny like the others, not as athletic like them,, not as interesting like them... I'm not as good as them but you say you love me, choose to kiss me at night, you choose to stay with me draken." It all came pouring out before you could even stop crying, it felt so good to get it off your chest and finally tell draken how you felt but now that it was out, what if draken thought it was true and left you? What if.

"Y/N, please look at me." Draken whispered, arms slowly wrapping around your smaller frame, one hand gently pulling your head up to look at him, a small smile resting on his lips as he wiped away your tears holding back tears of his own. "Y/N I lose my breath everytime I look you, I get so fucking flustered around you. I dream of you every night I lay down, I will never get used to your beauty. You're my whole fucking world, i don't deserve you but here you are still with me, I never want to lose you. You are my entire reason for even waking up. You don't have to be prettier then emma, be as athletic or as skinny like my ex's to be the love of my life. I'll choose you in every life time we have, you're my baby. Please know I'll always love you Y/N, I may not say it or show it but I love you with every inch of my being"

Draken couldn't help but cry as his words came from his mouth, he's never told you how much he loved you, how much he loved holding you, kissing you. You were the most perfect thing to him. Draken couldn't imagine his life without you. "I'll never stop choosing you Y/N, I love you so much."

[vampfuyu]

sucking draken‘s balls while he throws his head back & coos praises, "oh shit...now that‘s a good girl" "keep sucking on ‘em baby" "ah shit! you‘re doing so good, so good..." mmm i would love to suck draken‘s balls & have me whisper me some praises :<

[houseoftulips]

Our Day Off Together | Tokyo Revengers ~ the one when you wake up to see that your husband still remains in bed with you

➤ ft: timelapse!draken, mutō yasuhiro x housewife!fem reader

➤ content warning: fluff, suggestive a bit, tinge bit of angst, mentions of previous arguments, lovesick husbands, reader has kids (mutō’s), reader is pregnant (draken), draken’s part is an AU as well (no tomen gang)

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Mutō Yasuhiro

For months he hasn’t been home, mentally that is. He’s been working non-stop with the Tomen Gang since a few opposing gangs started causing problems in some parts of Tomen’s territory.

You had voiced out to Mutō about your concerns for his health because you can see how tired he’s been but it caused raised voices and tears in your eyes when he dismissed you.

“I care so much about you, ‘Hiro. I don’t want to watch you drown yourself with work 24/7,” you sniffled as you wiped away your tears, “The girls miss you… I miss you…”

You then walked away from him, leaving him in his study room with guilt building in his chest. He loves you and your twin girls with all he’s got. He didn’t mean to snap at you, he’s actually not one to snap at anyone because he’s always been so calm and collected. Work has been beating his ass to the rim and he was blinded by that. He thought that working overtime would eventually bring him back home to be with his family but it only pushed you away.

So he logged off of his computer and left the sea of papers behind to join you in bed but…you’re already sleeping. Tear stains on your cheeks with your nose red as a tomato shows that’s you had cried yourself to sleep. Mutō sighed in guilt once again before leaning down and kissing your forehead with a mumbled, “I’m sorry, my darling.”

The next morning you were greeted with the sun creeping through your curtains. You blinked away the brightness letting your eyes slowly adjust as your mind recapped about last night’s argument. Your lip quivered at the remembrance of your husband’s raised voice making you also sniffle in more sadness.

That was until you felt a warm arm wrap around your waist…

You gasp a bit as you snapped your head towards the familiar person holding you in his arms. You were met with brown and tired eyes with your widened ones because you couldn’t remember the last time you woke up with him in bed and in his arms.

“You’re…you’re home?” you questioned with a whisper.

Mutō hummed with his eyes closed and a nod before cleaning his throat. His sleepy voice you missed so much was music to your ears. “I called Mikey last night…,” he mumbled as he pulled you to face him completely, “…told him I needed time off for my girls…”

He then opened his tired eyes again with a soft smile as he cupped your cheek and caressed your skin with his thumb. “I apologize for raising my voice at you. I don’t like fighting with you, my darling. I’m sorry,” he whispered to you but in a way it was loud a clear.

You smiled and sighed happily as you nuzzled your cheek against his palm. “It’s okay…,” you whispered back, “It just hurt to see you overwork yourself, my love.”

Mutō nodded in understanding before taking your left hand and kissing the diamond rock on your ring finger. Something he does to show you how much he loves you and how devoted he is to you. “I see that now,” he smiled softly, “I’m yours till the end of the week.”

You laughed happily as you leaned up to give him a kiss. Your hands on his naked chest with his cupping both sides of your face made your knees weak. The kiss was slow and intimate as always. He never rushed because he loved how soft your lips were. “The girls are gonna be happy seeing their papa home,” you said breathlessly as you both pulled away from the kiss.

Muto laughed as he gently nudged his nose against yours as a silent way to ask for another kiss. “I know but I want some time with my wife…just for a bit, yeah?”

You giggled before getting pulled into another kiss. You hummed happily as you ran your fingers through his hair pulling him on top of you. The tug on his roots made him groan into the kiss but before he could even engulf you into his arms, two pairs of feet were heard outside your door.

Then lo-and-behold, Muto was cockblocked by his own kids. They barged through the door with happy squeals and faces seeing their papa home. “Papa!!” they squealed together as they jumped into bed with you two.

“There are my girls!” he laughed as he hesitantly rolled off of you. You laughed a bit knowing that he wanted more time with you in the morning but you’d treat him later when the girls are asleep.

“Are you going to our music practice today?” one of the girls asked with puppy eyes that are in fact also his eyes.

Muto smiled at both his daughters before giving each of them a kiss on their forehead. “Yes I am, and…I’ll be home all week so we can have our tea parties together like we used too,” he said making the girls gasped in unison.

Long story short, he was dragged out of bed immediately after he said that. Leaving you with a kiss and a promise that he will spend the rest of the week with you too.

If your daughters don’t cockblock him again…

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Ryuguji Ken (Draken)

The night prior was rough and so has been the last few weeks. Draken was drowning in broken, damaged, and anything of the sort of motorcycles.

You love that he’s getting customers left and right but it’s taking a toll on his sleep schedule or whatever was left of it. But when you showed up to the shop and saw him still working on the same broken bike, you had to say something. You weren’t trying to scold him it was more in a comforting way.

And when you did say something he blew up on you. You caressed your growing baby bump to comfort yourself as your husband snapped at you. You knew it was the stress talking but his tone of voice was something he never let out on you.

“I don’t fuckin’ understand what your talk in’ about! I’m tryna get this shit done!” he shouted.

“Ken…,” you began to cry to him which shut him up immediately, “I just want you home…a-and to take care of yourself, that’s all.”

Then you left him alone in the shop. You drove back home as you tears kept spilling all while he’s standing in his pool of guilt on his feet. He didn’t realize how absent he’s been especially at such a important time with you guys getting ready to bring a baby into the world. He promised you, you weren’t going to be alone during your pregnancy and here he was. Not home with you.

He closed up shop as fast as he could so he can stop by the convenience story to get you flowers and your favorite take out spot that you’ve been craving since you got into your second trimester but now your nearing the end of it as he just realized. But when he came home it was silent and the lights were off.

You had gone to bed right after you got home. You were already tired just from the pregnancy but having a screaming match with your husband was the cherry on top to that. You had cried yourself to sleep was very much evident on your cheeks. Draken sighed with a soft smile as he caressed your cheek with his knuckles. “M’sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbled before kissing your cheek then going down to your plump stomach. “I’m sorry too, little man,” he kissed your stomach.

The next morning you were disturbed with a violent kick to your rib. You groaned in pain as you rolled onto your back as your little boy began to move around a bit trying to get comfy. He then kicked you again making you wince.

Just as you were about to rub the rib that was nearly kicked out of your body, another yet familiar hand beat you to it. “What’s going on, doll?” Draken asked in his sleepy voice as he moved his warm hand over your stomach.

You looked at him with wide eyes and didn’t say anything at first despite the tinge of pain you were feeling on your ribs as your baby boy kept moving around. “Why are you home?” you asked out of genuine curiosity because it’s been a while since you woke up with him by your side.

Draken locked his eyes with yours. Guilt was washing through his black irises as he intertwined his fingers with yours over your stomach. “Called the guys up last night to cover my shifts for the next week… I’m sorry for yellin’ at you when you were just lookin’ after me,” he said softly.

You smiled softly as you squeezed his hand as a silent way to tell him that you forgive him. He moved closer to you as he kissed your temple and wrapped his arm around you as you remained on your back. “You didn’t have to take a week off,” you said to him as you nudged your nose against his.

“Yes I did… Told you I was gonna be there for ya’ so you don’t feel like your going through this pregnancy alone but I broke that promise,” he mumbled as he played with your fingers with his, “M’sorry, doll.”

“It’s okay, honey,” you said before kissing him softly, “You’re here with me now but I just ask that you take care of yourself too, m’kay?” you said against his lips.

“Yes, ma’am,” he smiled before pulling your face with his warm and calloused hand towards his lips. “My sweet girl, I missed you,” he groaned against your lips as you began to run your fingers through his black hair. “Doin’ so well carrying our baby, yeah?”

Before you could answer he slipped his tongue into your mouth making the both of you moan happily into each other’s mouths. He rolled on top of you being cared of your growing stomach then pulled away from your soft lips to admire you from his position. “Fuck you’re so beautiful,” he smiled sweetly making you giggle, “Can’t wait to make another baby with you…”

Your eyes widened as you laughed a bit more. “Another?! I haven’t even pushed this baby out yet,” you laughed as you pointed at your stomach.

“So? I’ll just knock ya’ up again as soon as I can after you push this baby out,” he chuckled as he leaned down to your lips again. “We’re gonna go for a girl next time.”

Five weeks later, you pushed out a healthy and chunky baby boy, 9lbs; 3 oz with hair as black as his daddy’s. Ken looked at you with proud smile on his face as he held your newborn in his arms at your home. “Our little girl is next,” he winked at you.

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[tokyorevismylife]

Draken X Reader- Shadows of the One You Loved

A/N: First off, I would like to say that I AM ALIVE. I sincerely apologize for not writing or posting anything sooner, but if I am being honest, I’ve been busy with school, and life in general and, well...I forgot I made this account so that I could share some anime or game brainrot with some like-minded people. And after I came back, I noticed my two posts got way more notes than I was expecting you guys to give, so thank you for all the reads, follows, and likes! So I’ve been thinking of a certain Draken scenario, and I decided to post it. Enjoy!

warnings: chapter 148 spoiler, mentions of death, lil bit of cussing, tokyo rev timeskip spoilers...I ADVISE YOU NOT TO READ THIS IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE MANGA UP TO CHAP 225(or spoil yourself but don’t blame me), ANGSTY

     You silenced your phone for what felt like the millionth time, too upset and heartbroken to care for the calls coming through. You knew if you picked up, or looked at the texts, you would have to answer their frenzied questions, or listen to their voices filled with anger and dismay on your behalf, and that would make you remember everything even more. And all you wanted to do was forget. Forget the moments, memories and most of all, HIM. You wanted to forget him...

      *RING, RING* Your cellphone’s ringtone blared annoyingly, and you were pissed. You were on a roll studying for an exam of yours that was coming up, and your cellphone interrupted your train of thought. The irritating caller turned out to be none other than one of your close friends, who called you frantically because his motorcycle broke down.

     “Please, can you be here with me?” Your friend begged you. “What am I gonna do there?” You countered. “I don’t know the slightest thing about motorcycles. I’d be utterly useless.” 

     “Yeah...but here’s the thing, the guys running the shop intimidate me! Like I feel like the main dude can snap me in half with his bare hands!” Your friend was truly freaked out, and you couldn’t hold in your laughter at his statement. “Alright, alright, I’ll be there. You owe me,” you told your friend, and you hung up. You headed out of your house and strolled through the bustling streets of the Kanto Prefecture. You were steadily making your way, until you halted in front of the motorcycle shop your friend told you to meet him at, D&D Motorcycle Shop. You were greeted by your frantic friend, biting his nails anxiously. “Thank God, you’re finally here. It took you long enough. I thought that maybe Draken’s spirit heard what I was saying about him, and he decided to haunt you and take you away!” “You are an absolute idiot, you know that? You know how stupid you sound right now? Also, who’s Draken?” You retorted in disbelief. The nervous boy said nothing in response, only looked at the shop like it was an entrance to hell. “Alright we’re going inside. Come on, scaredy-cat!” You grinned, dragging your friend inside, where his bike was getting fixed up. 

You entered the shop, and your eyes met with an unexpected sight. The fact that your friend was NOT exaggerating. The guy fixing up the bike was HUGE, muscular, and tall. Not to mention, he had a half-shaved head, with very long, blond hair tied up in a braid that trailed down his back, and a dragon tattoo that swirled around the side of his head. But you watched as he worked on the bike with extreme concentration painting his features, and your face started to heat up. While his appearance was menacing, he was also handsome, in a very rugged and unconventional way. 

     “Do NOT tell me that you are getting a fucking crush right now.” Your friend said sassily, and audibly. Your eyes widened in surprise, and in fear just in case the man working on the bike heard. “Shut up, asshole, at least I wasn’t scared of him!” You replied to your friend. Your friend blushed at that, and he turned away, angrily. “Where are you going?” You questioned. “To get something to eat. Screw this. I’m not spending hours here.” He answered. “WHY’D YOU DRAG ME OUT HERE IF YOU AREN’T EVEN GONNA STAY!?” Now you were actually PISSED. But, your friend being the jackass he is, left without a word, while FLIPPING you off. You grunted in frustration and decided to look at the blond again, and you realized that he was looking at you. He quickly turned away when he realized you noticed him. This gave you the courage to go and talk to him.

“Excuse me, sir? Is it alright if I watch you work from closer up? I find it pretty interesting.” You asked in a straighforward manner. “Suit yourself, but be careful.” The man told you. Your heart melted at that. Scary my ass, you thought. He seems like a nice guy, just a little gruff. “So sir...-” “The name’s Draken, and you can quit callin’ me sir. I’m 18.” He replied. “HUH?? You’re the same age as me??? What the heck? Talk about an early developer!” You couldn’t contain your surprise. Despite himself, Draken let a small smile creep onto his face at your outburst and bubbliness. Then, he studied you. There was an air of familiarity around you that he couldn’t pinpoint, like he had met someone like you before in the past. 

     “Hey, you smiled! So, I guess you aren’t scary after all. My friend dragged me out all the way here while I was studying just because he was scared of you! Isn’t that ridiculous. But, you have a nice smile, smile more often and then people won’t be scared of you!” You grinned. Draken felt his heart and face grow warm at your excitedness. Then, a sharp pang in his chest. And he looked at you again. And this time..he knew why you were so familiar. You were just like her. His past love. His dear Emma-chan that he fell for. Your nature and the way you acted was just like her. No, he was just being ridiculous. This was just him longing for some company. So, he asked you boldly if you wanted to hang out sometime. And you, unknowing of what was to come, eagerly said yes. 

     And it was from then on, that your relationship with Draken began. At first, it was just friendly on his part, and you guys spoke occasionally, and hungout with each other. But you guys started speaking and spending time with each other more, and soon enough the both of you harboured feelings for each other. You remember the day he confessed to you, a beautiful, sunny day, in which you two were walking leisurely in a Tokyo park. You excitedly accepted his feelings, and told him that you felt the same. You remembered that he kissed you, and it was magical. He picked up your frame, that was so much smaller than his, and both of you locked in an embrace. But, as he kissed you, he couldn’t help seeing Emma. Couldn’t help feeling guilty. Couldn’t help but be reminded of his first love, who was just so much like you. But, he still decided to continue, even though he knew it would be torture for him, and torture for you once you found out that his heart didn’t belong fully to you. 

     After you kissed, you guys strolled together like any new couple did. As you walked, you noticed an ice cream truck, with all the GOOD stuff. “Draken, look over there! An ice cream truck! We have to get some!!” You dragged the large man’s sleeve, to which he said, “Damn, woman, don’t rip my arm off!” He thought your eagerness and innocence was adorable and your smile was beautiful. But then he was reminded of Emma. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get over her. You arrived at the ice cream truck, and ordered your favourite flavour. You were about to pull your wallet out, but Draken’s large hand stopped you. “You’re my girlfriend, I’ll pay.” As he pulled out the money, a picture of a young, cutesy girl came out. You picked it up and studied it. The girl was stunning, with wonderfully feathered blonde hair, and a very developed figure and a radiant smile, who was hugging a very happy looking Draken. You never saw that look on Draken’s face. As Draken handed you your ice cream, his eyes glanced at the picture in your hands, and as he realized what the picture was, his eyes widened marginally.

     “How did you get that?” Draken asked panicked. “Whoa, relax! It just fell out while you were taking out the money.” You glanced at his normally calm face, which now held an expression of fear and pain. “Who is she anyways? Your sister? She’s so pretty! She could totally be a model, unless...she already is one?” You asked. “She’s dead.” Draken threw it out there, coldly. “H-huh? I’m sorry...” You said to him. “I’m guessing she was special to you.” His eyes glanced at Emma’s smile again, and his eyes softened. “The most special. She was beautiful. She was the..best. I miss her everyday.” He never thought he;d talk about Emma to you of all people, but nonetheless, it felt good for him to get it off his chest. 

     You fixated your gaze on him, with an understanding look in your eyes. You remember he ranted to you about everything. About how she died. How he felt helpless. How he wasn’t able to save her. Protect her. And how it felt like that he lost the most importnat person in his life, that made him feel like he mattered, and that he felt an emptiness in his chest that grew with every passing day without her. And then your heart panged with sadness. Because the look that crept into his eyes when he spoke about Emma, the expression that was on his face...he never looked at YOU like that. And you realized with every passing day, that he tried to make you turn into her. From little comments about the way you should dress, about the things that she liked to do that you didn’t, and the comments about how you both were similar made you realize.  Realize that you were only a shell to him. Just someone sort of there. He didn’t love you. Draken loved the idea of you. And you felt like an utter fool. But, most of you didn’t want to believe that. However, for the sake of closure, you decided to ask him.

     It was a regular day for the both of you. It was a weekend, and you were sitting in his shop before closing time, as he prepared to shut the shop down for the day. “Hey, Draken, I think we need to talk.” You sighed breathily. “I already know which direction this is going in.” Draken looked at you sadly. “Draken, you don’t love me, do you?” You stared at the ground tentatively, afraid to look his face. “I’m sorry.” Draken said. That apology was all you needed to fully understand, all you needed to understand that your feelings were unreciprocated. You said nothing. You couldn’t say anything. Your throat closed up. You wanted to scream, cry, do both, but not in front of him. Draken called your name all of a sudden, and you flinched. “I really am sorry. It’s just your demeanor was so much like Emma’s, and all the feelings I have for her, were surpressed because of her death, and you managed to bring them back up again. You being with me lessened the pain of her being gone, because you were so much like Emma. I thought it was like having her back again, just in a different shell...but I was wrong. I love Emma, and only Emma, and I don’t think that will change. But, thank you for being there for me.”

     He edged closer to you and placed his hands on your shoulders. You still didn’t look up. “It’s late. You should head home. And, thanks again for everything.” He then, let go of you and turned away, signalling the end of the conversation. Probably the last conversation you would every have with him. You turned away, cursing yourself in the back of your mind as you headed home. You felt numb, and felt stupid. You knew, had an inching feeling of doubt, knew he felt this way in your brain somewhere, and yet you chose to ignore it. Eventually, you got home, and headed for your bed. And, there in your safe space, all alone, you let everything out. You started crying, howling tears of despair, until you fell asleep, and began your journey of healing and forgetting.

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