Oh so sweet!

[makinmefeelspecial]

➳ I can’t help but fall for you

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➳ Dexter/Dex or Taku!! ➳ He/they prns :)) ➳ X reader side blog! Main blog is @offtaskotaku and manga side blog is @takuscoloringblog

➳ I only do tokyorev requests and they are now open :)

[generalized-incompetence]

spent an hour making these instead of writing

[trickztr-deactivated20220912]

Friendly reminder that fan-made content (fanart, fanfic, fanvids, etc) are:

extremely time consuming. Remember someone actually took time out of their life to create that, time they could’ve used to, idk, sleep, for example

entertainment you’re consuming for free. I can’t stress this enough: you’re enjoying someone else’s craft for free. You paid exactly zero money to look at/read/watch it.

S H A R E D  with you, not made for you. This is the most important point: someone created that, put it online and you found it. No one forced you to consume that fanwork, you C H O S E  to do it. 

Whenever you feel like leaving a mean comment, anonymous hate or make a ~clever post about how ‘lol look at all of these overused tropes every fic writer crams into their fics’ remember you’re being a dick to someone who shared their work with you. You’re not being funny, you’re not being edgy, you’re not being brave for calling something out - you’re being a dick.

[alexangery]

how to trick writers into giving you more fanfic to read

[makinmefeelspecial]

SANZU FUCKING HAURHCIYO DID NOT JUST DO THAT

[monfufu]

[forsakenoathkeeper]

if u dont acknowledge the fanfics u read, the writer won’t think anyone is actually taking the time to read their stuff, which makes our effort feel wasted and our passions feel worthless

[extrabish-deactivated20230314]

I am guilty for this- I need to start doing it more often but my social anxiety be like “they’re getting annoyed by you always chit-chatting” but either way just need to spread this shit

[smolchildlevy]

Yuhhh

[sweet-little-dude]

Your stupid embrace

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Notes: Highschool au cuz it's the easiest (and most fun) to write, gn reader but a mention of wearing a skirt, for @virtue-and-beneviolence cuz she just reblogged a post that me an idea (hope you enjoy this), find more of my x reader content at @makinmefeelspecial

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"Can I have a hug please"

You sat in shock, questioning your hearing. Did he really just say that or did the cigarettes you were smoking finally start kicking in?

"What?"

4 hours prior

"I said, do you wanna go to this party with me?" The teen repeated, his tattooed hands tucked into the pockets of his skinny jeans. The two of you were at the back of your school, he'd caught you and a friend skipping your finally class, but it wasn't like he was doing any better. "Since my only friend wouldn't go with, I wanted to ask you." The sudden pink tint to his cheeks pushed you to at least tease him. "Aww, does this mean me not being one of your friends mean I'm something more?" You smirked. Since the both of you had been hanging out lately, he should be able to take this buddy buddy joke lightly, right? He looked down at you with those golden irises of his, boredom swimming through them only sending an electric shock of excitement through your body. Hanma sighed, "And if you were?"

You didn't mind the idea.

...

As soon as you and Hanma had arrived (late) to the party, he took your hand and dragged you to the food table, filling your cups with alcohol and getting a pack of cigarettes from one of his companions.

Burnt out, the both of you sat down infront of a tv, and as you began to calm, Hanma just had to fluster you by plopping his head onto your short leather skirt. "U-uh, Shuji? What are- what are you doing?" He grumbled against your clothing, "Tired. Lap's warm. Boom; heaven."

Present

"God, this is the second time you've asked me to repeat myself today. Your hearing ok?" Hanma joked, bending his legs to nuzzle against you, "I'd like a hug please." As if there wasn't already one, a blush began rapidly spreading across your face. "I- uh- uhm-" You were cut off suddenly and without warning, Hanma wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his face into the crook of your neck, in search for warmth yet again.

"Y'know, I don't actually have anyone else other than you." He whispered into your ear, nothing more and nothing less. "Pfft, well that's hard to believe, you're real popular from what I've seen, Shuji" You said in comfort, his dry chuckle ringing in your ear as you feel him inch closer. "It may seem that way, but sometimes, even the most crowded may be the most lonely." "Wow, and since when were you the poet?" He giggled, "Well, I guess since I became lonely."

You lifted his chin, aiming his eyes to yours, "But I'm here with you now, so you don't have to feel lonely."

You watched as his eyes wonder down your lips, then back up to your eyes. "But the emptiness has left, not for a while."

"Then I'll help you find closure with it, and we can do it, 'specially if it's us right?" You slowly enveloped his hand into yours, and you saw if he smiled the littlest bit, "Yeah, maybe."

[bokutosdove]

Keep reading

[makinmefeelspecial]

″ Cause you’re my pretty boy ‶

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Hbd to Koko!! love that mf so much <333

Warnings: a bit rushed, sorry! didn't want to post this too late

Notes: light n fluffy :)))) gn reader as we love it

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When Kokonoi Hajime came home that day, he was slightly exhausted.

Even if it had been his birthday with colleagues wishing him well, Ran giving him great “old brotherly“ advice, Sanzu attempting to gift him some more extremely illegal drugs and Mikey reciting an actual heartfelt speech, he was still washed over with loads of paper work and meetings. So once he had finally made his way past your shared apartment's door, he immediately collapsed onto the couch. “Y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnn“ He dragged as he slipped off his jacket and undid his dress shirt, "Sweetheart I'm homeee"

As the minutes passed without a response from you, Koko grew anxious. Usually you would be home by now, arriving a few minutes before himself, so the silence was out of the blue. In fear, he got up and strode into your bedroom, instantly finding a note left on his side of the bed.

The note read;

"My dearest Hajime, it incredibly disappointed me that I could not greet you as the first person on this sacred and special day. But fear not, if you could care to join me at xxx-xxxx as soon as you read this, that problem shall be resolved quickly.

Grandest birthday my love. -Your's for what is forever, Y/n L/n"

With slight hesitation, Hajime began getting dressed. Even if he had been shaken up by the strange letter, Koko promptly went to look his very best. After all, since your eyes would be on him, who was he not to please you? He wore his finest clothing, most costly rings and bracelets shone against his fair skin, he even swapped out his usual chain like earring for the single one he matched with you. He captured his colorless yet charming locked into a low ponytail, just the way you like it, before he snatched his wallet and left.

...

It wasn't that Kokonoi was nervous, walking into such a prestigious restaurant on his own, he'd done so possibly hundreds of times before because of all his Bonten jobs. But for an unknown reason, he was overwhelmed by all the glimmering chandeliers and quality dishes presented on stainless white clothed tables. Still, he steadily made his way to the counter, where a finely dressed server made Koko self consciously think he was underdressed. "Good evening sir, did you have a reservation?" He cursed to himself, panic washing over him. He had no idea how to respond, but just as he believed to embarrass himself with his answer, a voice called out to him.

"Hajime!"

He turned to the familiar voice and gratefully found you. You waved calmly to him with a retaliating smile, bright and filled with excitement. He wasted no time in making his way to the table you'd saved and abruptly wrapped his arms around you. You followed the motion whilst leaning against him, "Hey lovely, happy birthday." You whispered before making your way out of the embrace, Koko on his way to sitting across from you.

From there was all and smooth sailing, the waitress serving you two seeming very professional and quick, making Koko think that you had maybe pulled some strings for that to have been arranged. Though when the food had arrived, he was put into yet another panic like state as he ate, feeling a strange aura directed towards him. It hadn't bothered him too much at first, but progressively he became more paranoid by it. He lifted his head to find your eyes reservedly glued onto him, leading him to become even more nervous than before. "E-erm, y/n? Is something the matter with my face?" He stammered, a smile only growing on your face. "Oh no, of course not, just admiring how pretty my sweet doll is." You leaned into the palms of both your hands, propping your elbows right underneath your chin, "God, what a sight you are, huh."

A furious blush grew against his face as he buried it underneath his arms, a chuckle sounding off of you. When Koko peeked his head up, the blush had toned down a bit, yet hints of it still present on his ears and tip of his nose. Cute. "That's embarrassing y/n" He was probably lying you thought, he loved knowing your thoughts whatsoever, so being praised like this might've been a bit overboard for his heart.

"Oh c'mon Hajime, you know you love it." You smirked cheekily.

"Absolutely not." You blew raspberries, "Uh huh, whatever helps you sleep at night." "Whatever!!" You could see his pout from just his eyes, how adorable.

"Okay okay, but you love me." You teased, he couldn't resist this. "Fine, maybe I do."

And you loved him just as much.

"Love you too doll, happy birthday."

[makinmefeelspecial]

¡ Should've been me !

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Warnings: Tr 244 spoilers, possible 245-onwards spoilers, major character death, profanity, slight choking

Notes: Dedicated to @tokiloki!! Love you bestie <33 gn reader!!

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September 10 2008

You expected it to be him at your door that morning, he promised to take you out for a lovely day. You even wore the necklace he gave you for your anniversary the year before.

You didn't however, expect to see his brother standing before you, his lips in a tight line and his eyes filled with an unknown regret.

"Ran? What are you doing here? Where's Rin?" You said with a curious smile.

Ran dropped his head from hearing his brother’s name and your spine chilled with a sudden fear. You got rid of your playful expression as you realized what might've happened. You knew it was a possibility, but it couldn't have happened, no no, the Haitanis were strong and smart. Feared by many all over Tokyo. Something like that could never happen to them.

Right?

"Ran?" You clutched your doorknob tighter, "Where's Rindou?"

Only then did he look up, his bright violet pupils hid behind hot tears, "I'm so sorry y/n."

Your heart dropped.

You fell to your knees as Ran covered his mouth with a gloved hand, masking his growing violent sobs. Tears began coating your warm cheeks immediately as thoughts ran through your mind. Rindou not actually existing anymore, how painful it must’ve been for him, all his regrets, his dreams, his body, his funeral. You were hiccupping now, this sucked. As someone who had experienced the gang scenery before you understood the risks and tasks to survive but god, you wish it could’ve just gone south. You reanalysed the statement in your head multiple times, how could you have changed this? The answer didn’t seem obvious at first and your head was still spinning from what you'd been told.

But when you looked up,

The answer was right in front of you.

You stood up and grabbed him by his collar, forcing him up and shoving him against the door frame. His hands latched onto your wrist in response, but you didn’t budge one bit. “You!” You screamed through rushing tears, “It’s all your fault! You could’ve saved him, but you didn’t! You fucked up Ran!” You knew it was unfair to Ran, he was the one who lost his brother, but as the emotions in you flooded, the end leaked. “Y/n- please just- listen-“

"SHUT UP."

Your voice boomed through the apartment corridor, it was sure to alarm most of your neighbours, yet you continued, "I AM SICK OF HAVING TO LISTEN TO EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS, IF YOU'D BEEN MORE CAREFUL, MAYBE HE'D- GOD FUCK RAN, IT SHOULD'VE BEEN YOU." You shoved him with all your might onto the concrete, then fell onto the ground. You hid your face between your arms and hugged your knees, your arms dampening from the rushing tears.

When Ran finally got up, he looked down at you, a deep frown grown onto his face. You heard him exhale and turn on his heel, "You're right, it should've been me." Were the words that escaped before he began walking away.