↳ If there was one thing about Yuuta Okkotsu that you can pinpoint as his major flaw — a lack that could ever so make him more perfect… what would that be?
tw/cw: fluff. reader called: angel. just yuuta being the goodest boy to ever exist
✉ notes: this is a re-upload from my old blog (๑•ᴗ•๑) !! even if this is your second time reading, I hope you can still enjoy it again (( :
In the eyes of the world, Yuuta Okkotsu is deemed as a rather dull man. Some may even refer to him as boring, or a tad bit awkward, while many would just unapologetically judge him as weird or maybe even call him different as they described him with a sympathetic smile.
He wasn’t vibrant nor half as enthusiastic as his friends.
Nor was he fiery in his spirit like some of his kohai’s.
He would rather play the supportive role than be the leader.
Opting to stay in for something more relaxing and quiet, rather than going out and exploring the world.
He’s conservative in his actions but was always honest with how he felt.
Yuuta Okkotsu was kind.
If asked, ‘Yuuta what should we get for lunch?’ without thought, without hesitance, and without fault, his first response would be “anything you’re feeling” or “anything you like, how about,” as he proceeded to name your favorite foods with the purest smile on his face, meaning every word and wanting the sole best for you.
You have lived an unimpressive life, and died an unimpressive death. Surprisingly, Odin welcomes you into Valhalla, citing the many battles with depression you fought.
fun fact if you refer to children as "things" and use "it" when referring to children and are happy to see children cry and get hurt im stealing something from your house
"what did he think was going to happen" i dont know considering the fact that this four year old boy literally cannot properly comprehend consequence
"and NOW she's acting like a victim *laughing emoji*" this six year old girl doesn't know anything about the world let alone how to process her emotions
like these are literal CHILDREN. they don't know shit about anything. hop off this cruel and edgy "i hate kids" train and go see a shrink asshole.
I hate it when I see people joke about “this made me feel violent, I want to throw it (the child)” like why did we suddenly make it socially acceptable to want to hurt children- and for what? Dropping food? Not wearing shoes properly? Get a grip.
It’s okay to not want to have your own children but for fucks sake treat them like human beings.
sandler, eh? could you fancast The Wedding Singer with nct members?
I will not do all of this. This is an ensemble cast, but 23 is far too many. We do not have the budget for that.
Taeil - The Wedding Singer. He gets up on stage for the wedding and he sings--so well. The bride falls in love with his voice, and by extension with him. She anulls the marriage to her husband and follows Taeil around from wedding to wedding, forever chasing the high his voice brings her. This is the plot of the Wedding Singer.
Johnny - The horse that the husband runs off on into the sunset as his bride leaves him. The husband is heartbroken, but Johnny the horse is simply happy to fulfill his life running across a field and dodging traffic on the freeway in pursuit of oats and apples.
Taeyong - The bride that falls in love with The Wedding Singer. She is beautiful in her white lace and cowboy boots. Does not have a single costume change throughout the film.
Yuta - He is the slutty groomsman who is seen on screen for the express purpose of providing comedic relief by making strangely aggressive compliments about all of the main characters and sometimes the audience.
Doyoung - He is the evil man lurking in the wings of the wedding. He is waiting for his opportunity to strike. To what end? We don't know. The plot was adapted from a suspenseful thriller but the production company didn't think it was viable so they last minute re-wrote it as a romantic comedy and Doyoung was just never edited out in the process.
Jaehyun - The husband that is left. Rides off on Johnny, tears streaming down his cheeks. This always happens to him. Why can he not keep a bride? He realises this is because he has not gone through his mandatory makeover montage and as such is still in his ugly duckling phase. In the sequel he will become Hot and he will get a perm.
Jungwoo - He is the chocolate fountain that was the centerpiece of the wedding. Made with the finest of aged cocoa bean chocolates-the Art Series Guayasamin by To'ak. He was very expensive.
Mark - A production assistant that forgot where he was supposed to be standing and if you pause the movie at approximately 45:34 seconds in, you can see him standing and looking very confused on the left side of the screen while Johnny eats an apple from a tree branch.
Haechan - He is the bridesmaid that Taeil is caught cheating on the Bride with at the end of The Wedding Singer. He signals the beginning of the sequel to make for an easier marathon viewing experience.
The day when all of the three children had the same thought/idea. It was beach day with his siblings while Shinichiro is rushing to use the bathroom.
You were helping the kids to put on their lotions. Mikey was throwing whole ass tantrum about it and had to be held down by Izana which got bit his younger brother.
Mikey is child biter. I will die on this hill.
When you are being flirted with, Mikey across over immediately with a pout on his cute face calling you mom or dad, which ever is your preference.
Immediately causing chain reaction to Emma making a whole scene and hugging your leg. Izana was the only one who was acting normal until you noticed he was throwing glares at this complete stranger. “Mine.”
Shinichiro comes back to only be ambush by his two younger siblings pointing fingers at the stranger who was already nervous by Izana death glare.
Koko stealing the wallets of every man down in the battle of the 3 deities for Bonten future bank account is a canon thing and we all agree with that right?
It's not a theory. That's why he is not showing, he has a job to do. That's his secret to make money!
TEXTING BONTEN "LET'S BREAK UP FOR A WHILE" — bonten x reader.
+ tags. fluff, smau, ooc, suggestive content then there's haru straight up saying "let's fuck" <\3
+ characters. manjiro sano, haruchiyo sanzu, ran haitani, rindou haitani
+ note. ok this is totally inspired from my conversation with my bf earlier HSJSHSAJ + i'm really listening to taylor's album rn 😔 anyway, reblogs are appreciated <333 luv y'all
Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
i was watching a romcom and there was a scene that i thought was SO hanma 😂 or any of the boys tbh lol where the reader is mad at him cause he said something mean and gets out of the car to walk cause she didnt wanna ride with them in the car, all while hanma or whoever drives slowly next to you while apologizing, trying to get them back in the car, and also cussing/threatening death at the people honking behind him 😂😂
[ 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 ] — 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈
okay, truth be told, hanma didn’t exactly mean it when he said your voice was annoying, it’s not like he hates the sound or anything—in fact, he loves it, he really does. it’s just that it was annoying at the time. you were mad, and he was mad, and you wouldn’t stop, and he just snapped. a little harsher than he probably needed to, sure, but then again, this was hanma shuji you were dealing with.
but when you paused your rant about god knows what, mad him for god knows why, (he wasn’t really listening) and stared him up and down with narrowed eyes, he knew he’d fucked up. and it was only solidified in his mind when you left the car as soon as he’d stopped on a red light.
after a moment of sitting frozen in shock, he processes that you’re gone—in the middle of the night, on this part of town.
“y/n,” hanma pulls up next to you in his car, driving slowly along side you to match your pace. “baby, come on, i didn’t mean it. let’s just talk about it in the car—”
“i’m not getting in there with you, asshole. don’t talk to me shuji, don’t look at me, don’t drive next to me, don’t even fucking think about me.” he groans, internally cursing himself out for running his mouth. you’re even more stubborn than he is when you want to be, and even though he finds it quite hot on most days, today is not like most days.
“baby, i’m sorry, okay? there, i said it. i love your voice, even if it sounds like nails on chalkboard sometimes, i still love it! really, i—”
“nails on chalk—are you trying to become single?” you growl, making him pause and frantically try to take back his poor choice of words.
here lies your love for hanma shuji, you think, the rage bubbling over you in waves. and to make matters worse, it seems hanma’s held up a line behind him, cars honking behind you as he drives slowly to keep up beside you.
“no, no, no, baby listen. that came out wrong. your voice is wonderful, melodic even. i hear it in my dreams, i swear. now how about you get in the—”
“drive faster, you fucking idiot,” a man calls behind your boyfriend, rolling his window down to stick his head out. hanma clenches his jaw and rolls his own window down, sticking his head out to yell out a rebuttal.
“i’ll kill you right where you fucking sit, you wanna test your luck today, tough guy?” turning back to you, hanma smiles sweetly.
“my pretty baby, look at all these people i’ll have to kill by the end of the night if you don’t come in already. you always get mad at me for killing people unnecessarily, have some mercy and spare a man from sleeping on the couch,” he reasons. “my back hurts on there.”
“a lot more than your back is gonna hurt if you don’t leave me alone,” you snarl. “go away, i’m not getting in the car with you. i’m walking home.”
“baby, home isn’t for another fifteen minutes. and that’s by car. i’m sorry, i’m the worst, i’m absolutely despicable. now why don’t you sit in the car and be mad at me from in here? how’s that sound?” he smiles hopefully at you, nodding slightly to encourage you to enter the vehicle further.
his smile drops when you grumble out, “sounds like it’s not happening.”
another honk makes him turn, furiously muttering under his breath about how he’d be happy to hide a few bodies on this fine evening as his head peeks out the window once more.
“what’s the hold up? we got places to be,” someone calls from another car. hanma’s scowls as he slows down even further to accommodate for the fact that you’re now walking uphill.
“unless you dream for death, i’d shut the fuck up if i were you,” he warns, narrowing his eyes at the long line of cars formed behind him as if they’d inconvenienced him. it’s almost comical how quickly he switches back and forth from frantic boyfriend to heartless criminal—you’d have been amused had you not been so angry at the moment.
and how fitting it is, hanma thinks, that he’d chosen the most inopportune time to drive down a one-lane road.
“you’re holding everyone up, shuji,” you mutter bitterly. “better get a move on.”
“not without you,” he refuses. sighing, and then clearing his throat and flashing you an innocent smile when you send him a glare, he tries to reason with you once more. “baby, come on, please get in the car. you know how this side of town is at this hour.”
“oh, you want me in the car, do you? are you sure you want me in there? what if i breathe annoying too?” he scoffs, looking at you as though you’ve lost your mind.
“y/n, even if you’re the most annoying person on this planet, and you make me want to go on a killing spree sometimes, i still love you, okay? i’d rather hear your annoyi—i mean beautiful voice than not at all, okay?” and the apology is far from perfect—if anything, it only makes your scowl deepen—but it’s the best you’ll get from hanma. and you know he means it too, even if he doesn’t always say the right things or have the right words, his heart beats for you, and his mind is clouded with thoughts of nothing but you. always.
and you know that if it was anyone else who’d said the same words he had earlier, they wouldn’t have lived to tell the tale. and as morally skewed as that is, it’s still an oddly romantic sentiment from your boyfriend.
“well, your voice is ugly,” you mutter.
“the ugliest,” he agrees instantly.
“and you’re mean to me.”
“i’ll be nice from now on,” he nods seriously. and to his relief, you slowly start to make your way over to the car with a sigh, making him press on the break so you can climb in. as soon as he’s sure you’ve buckled your seatbelt, he’s off, driving much faster than the speed limit, but you’re too tired to care at the moment. “well,” he pouts, turning to look at you. “looks like i didn’t get to kill anyone tonight. that’s a bummer.”
you remain silent.
“come on, y/n,” he groans. “now we’re onto the silent treatment too? i said i was sorry.” you still don’t offer an answer, and hanma exhales deeply, slumping into his seat as he drives, mentally preparing himself for a long night alone. and cold. and on the couch.
it’s out of character but its also a romcom scene so what did we expect. if you comment on it being ooc i’ll still block you tho :)
└ Summary. Touch starved Bonten Mikey who has the biggest crush on the softest baker girl.
└ Word count. 2.6K.
└ Warnings. Cursing, slight violence, mention of killing.
└ Note. I tried with everything I got to do it as much as the requester wanted but since it was too detailed I kind of got lost. I’m sorry.
Request.
Mikey has always had people that fought for him, even if he’s more than capable to do so himself. Being the leader of Bonten is no different with this, aside from the fact that now they’re a Yakuza level gang, which means they don’t indulge in silly fights. Not when Sanzu likes to use weapons so much, and Mikey lets him every time.
But, today he wanted to test something, he wants to see if he can still get the same adrenaline by fighting that he used to get when he was a child. That’s why he decided to fight a bunch of his members at the same time, with the condition that they could go all out on him without the threat of being kicked out of the gang. His executives couldn’t get into the fight either.
After getting punched and punching for a whole hour, Kakucho stopped the fight, not caring about the repercussions of going against his leader. Sanzu, worried too, helps Kakucho to stop the brawl their childish leader had initiated.
“Y’all are fired.” Mikey says with a chuckle.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk.” Kakucho grunts, tired of being the only mature one.
Mikey stops in his tracks when a sweet smell gets into his nostrils. He closes his eyes and smiles.
“I wanna eat that. Now.” He says in his usual cold tone.
With the help of his members, he walks till he finds the bakery and without thinking twice he enters, forgetting he’s all bloody. The small number of people that were there jumped out of their seats and out of the small shop. After a couple seconds you come from the back.
He stops walking, watching you expressionless. Truth is, he’s starstruck, you were here all this time? Was this bakery here all the time? Did he miss the opportunity of seeing this angel because of his laziness and making Sanzu drive him everywhere? Oh damn.
“Two muffins and three chocolate chips to… go.” Your voice gets smaller when you see around and note that it is empty, you raise your eyebrows, already used to this. “And it happens again.”
“We’ll take the order.” Mikey says out of nowhere because fucking hell, the disappointment in your face is making him feel things.
You look at him with a smile and then your smile drops, he sighs, knowing that you’re about to tell him to get the hell out of your shop with his murderer and dirty hands.
“Oh my God! Sir? Sir you’re bleeding!” You run to him. Kakucho and Sanzu, knowing that it’s almost impossible for you to be a threat to their leader since you don’t even seem to know who he is, let you get closer. “Come! come! Let me clean you up!”
Mikey nods, letting you take his hand and drag him to a table in a corner, you run behind the counter and come back with a first aid kit, then you take a chair and sit in front of him, between his legs, close.
“Wait outside.” He murmurs and just like that, he’s alone with you.
“I-I… Did you got jumped? Did you see their faces? You want to call the police?” You murmur with a worried face and start to get the things to clean the blood. He smiles.
“Yes, I got jumped. Yes, I saw their faces. No, I can’t call the police.” He answers you and you nod. He doesn’t make any face or sounds when you start to rub alcohol on his cuts.
“Oh, you started it then?” You ask him. “You can alway not answer if you don’t—,”
“Yes, I started it.” He murmurs, and you nod again.
“But, still, fighting in a group with one person is not right.” You shake your head. You take his face in your hands and he closes his eyes, enjoying the touch. “Look at me and follow my finger, please.”
When he does and you check that he’s okay you stand up and go to the back of the shop again, when you come back you have a shirt in your hand. You look at your feet.
“Mhm, my shop hasn’t been open for that long but I made some shirts with the logo so my partner could wear them… we took different paths so I have some.” You explain to him. “I think this one would fit you. You can change in my office.”
He looks at you for a couple seconds before giving you a smirk. He takes the shirt and walks where you showed him. When he comes back, more decent now, you are behind the counter humming a melody while preparing several cups of coffee. He sits at one of the chairs and you slide him a plate with the muffins and the cookies from before.
“They’re still fresh.” You tell him and then point to two of the cups. “Those are for your friends that helped you come here, can you call them?”
“Sanzu!” He shouts, not too loud since he knows Sanzu is just behind the door. When the pink haired guy shows his face Mikey nods. “C’mere with Kakucho.”
“Here, gentlemen.” You say softly, giving each man their cup. They take it, surprised. “The house is inviting.”
“You really don’t know who we are, do you?” Sanzu smirks and Kakucho pinches his side.
“Let’s wait outside.” Kakucho mumbles and bows to you. “Thank you, miss.”
After they are outside you look at the man still sitting at one of your chairs.
“Uhm, are you like an important person or something? I feel kind of dumb for not being able to recognize you.” You confess to him but he just shakes his head while chuckling.
“It’s not an obligation to know who I am, he just can’t keep his mouth shut about us.” You nod. “Name’s Mikey, I’m the leader of Bonten.”
You look at him expressionless and all he could think of is how long would it take for you to throw at his face the coffee you’re holding.
“Bonten as in… the gang? The big dangerous gang?” You ask in disbelief and he just nods slowly. “Oh.”
He tilts his head to the side, waiting. Suddenly you shake your head softly and give him your hand to shake.
“I’m sorry, I got distracted at the news, name’s Y/N, nice to meet you, Mikey.” You say and he takes your hand and leans to kiss it.
“You’re not scared.” He says, a confirmation, not a question.
“I am, but I can’t stop thinking at the fact that I didn’t recognize you or your frien… they work for you, right?” He nods and you groan. “My God, I live under a rock.”
“You’re… like fresh air.” He says in a low tone and you smile.
“You’re here already, I can’t do anything about it.” You shrug and bend down to look for something on the bunch of desserts that were on display.
“Do you want me to get out?” He asks you, you hum in disapproval.
“No, why would I want that? At least you haven’t left my desserts there like it’s a plague.” He frowns at that.
“What do you mean?” He gets comfy on the chair, drinking the coffee you made for him. “I’m falling in love with everything I’m trying.”
“People tend to come and order something but then make a big scene, talking about me getting the order wrong, and I had no choice but to make the “right” order, I’ve been losing money.” You say. “And in the first week my ex came making some drama so right from the start I don’t have a good image for clients.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll work on that, yeah?” He gives you a small smile and you give him a big one. You give him your hand to shake again and he can’t help but to be pleased at the fact that apparently you like skinship.
“So, friends, Mikey?” You tell him happily.
“Call me Manjiro, and yes… friends.” For now he wants to say but doesn’t dare to do it.
A whole month has passed and he confirmed his suspicions long ago; you adore skinship, your love language must definitely be touching. After the day he met you, he comes every day to your shop and every single time you walk around the counter just to give him a friendly hug. At first, he was kind of stiff, not remembering what it felt like to be touched so genuinely, but later he couldn’t stop himself from surrounding you with his arms and tightening his grip softly.
After that day you’re happier, the reason? You have more clients!! What he doesn’t tell you? Those are his men, business partners, girlfriends of his men. He made sure everybody knew where you’re located.
“Come! Come!” You drag him to the back of the store. “You need to try this.”
“What is it, love?” He asks you in a relaxed tone.
“Red velvet cake, I have been learning how to make it but I’m not that confident to put it on display…” You say shyly, he hums while caressing your back.
You take some with a fork and feed him, he closes his eyes and groans.
“This is so good…” He tells you and you jump excitedly.
“Yaay! Finally I got it right!” You were doing a happy dance while he was watching you with a love-drunk face.
“I like you.” He says out of nowhere and you stop dancing. You laugh.
“I know.” You whisper when he puts a hand on your waist and pulls you to his chest. You put your hands flat on his chest. “What are you gonna do about it?”
“Oh?” He mocks with a small smile and you giggle, letting your forehead touch his chest. “That’s easy, I’m going to—,”
A commotion interrupts him, but he is not mad. All he needed was to know that his feelings were reciprocated.
When you both get to the front your ex is on his knees in the middle of your shop, with Ran behind him, all dressed up in his expensive suit and a baton on his hand.
“Y-Y/N? W-What is this?” Your ex asks when he sees you, but you’re looking at Ran.
“Ran… Are you okay?” You ask, worried and Mikey behind you is smiling like he won the lottery, a stranger is on the floor with blood on his head and you’re asking Ran if he’s okay?
“Oh, yes, yes, of course I am, princess.” Ran smiles at you. “This… stranger tried to spray the windows but got caught by me and my brother when we were getting here to try your new cake.”
You look at the ceiling and then turn around to hide on Mikey’s chest, his hands instantly surrounding you.
“That’s my ex.” You whisper softly to Mikey.
“That’s her ex.” Mikey says out loud without missing a beat.
Rindou stands up from the chair he was comfortably sitting on.
“Who the fuck raised you?” Rindou asks, crouching in front of the man and slapping him. “Uh? Who do you think you are to try to destroy what took her so long to build? Mhm?”
“I’m–I’m sorry! Please please don’t kill me! Y/N! Y/N!” The man cries.
You look at Mikey and he smiles at you, he kisses your forehead softly.
“I’m not gonna do that, just letting the boys scare him a little bit so he stops bothering you, yeah?” You nod.
And then Sanzu enters the shop, he frowns.
“What is this? We agreed no violence in her shop?” He asks, confused. Ran looks like a little kid who won the biggest bag of candies.
“This is her ex, he was trying to spray the windows before getting stopped by me and Rindou.” Sanzu cracks his neck and smiles.
“Bring him outside.”
You watch in silence how Ran drags the man outside and then you look at Mikey, he looks like he wants to laugh.
“I… mhm, I’ll go with them, otherwise Sanzu’s definitely gonna kill him.” He chuckles at the horror in your face and leans to kiss your nose. “I told you that’s not gonna happen. They don’t make decisions by themselves, ‘Kay?”
“You promise?”
“I promise, baby.” He nods.
When he goes outside and to the alleyway, the trio are having the time of their life by kicking the man on the floor, when he gets closer they stop. Without saying a word he takes the gun from Sanzu’s pants and puts it in the guy’s face, right in the middle of his eyebrows.
“Let all this serve as a teaching, yeah buddy?” Mikey says in a cold tone. “Next fucking time I see you in the same place my woman is, these guys are gonna be the least of your problems, you understand?”
“Y-yes sir, i-i u-understand.” He cries.
He gave Sanzu his gun back, turned around and started to walk again.
“Don’t keep beating him. She doesn’t want him past-recovery. Just call him a taxi.” Mikey murmurs before entering the shop again.
When he doesn’t see you in the front he looks at some of his men that are still sitting there and they point to the back. When he gets there you’re sitting on the desk playing with your fingers in silence.
“I’m back.” He says in a soft tone.
He sits on the chair and pulls you on his lap, your legs at each side of his, he surrounds you with his arms.
“You okay?” He whispers and you nod. “You’re not talking to me, pretty.”
“I’m disappointed.” You whisper and he tenses up.
“In me?” You shake your head. “The guys?”
“My ex. Why? Why does he keep doing that? That time I told you about, he threw mud at the windows while there were clients inside.” Your voice breaks slightly and he moves around to distract you.
“That’s over, let's not go over there. We already talked and he promised me he’s not gonna bother you anymore. You’re okay.” He tells you and you sigh.
“Did you threaten him?”
“Yes.”
“Okay...”
“Do you want to know what I was about to say before we were interrupted?” He says with a smile to try to distract you and you nod, looking at him now.
“Yes, please.”
“Mhm… I was saying that it’s easy, I’m going to take you on a date, on multiple dates, and then I’ll ask you an important question that we kind of know the answer to but I wanna hear you say it anyways.” He smirks at your smile. “And then I’m gonna request something for you to do on some days.”
“What’s that?” You say softly.
“To touch me.” He whispers, now serious. You look at him and he tightens his grip on your hips softly. “Touch me, please.”
“B-But why…” You ask, while still doing what he asked you.
You start to touch his hair, scratching his scalp, then caress his face, you lean and kiss his forehead, his nose, his cheeks. He let out a shaky breath when you kiss his lips briefly.
“This was your request?” You whisper.
“Y-yes.”
“And you want this on some days?” You ask again.
“Yes, please.”
“I don’t.” He looks at you with surprise but you’re smiling. “Everyday or nothing. Every time you come to the shop or nothing.”
He sighs and bites his lip to try to contain his emotions, he hugs you again. Sweet Jesus, you’re going to kill him with your cuteness.
“Yes, yes, yes.” He whispers repeatedly. “Touch me as much as you can, please.”
