Ivy

|Jujutsu Kaisen| |Tokyo Revengers| | Demon Slayer| •she/her 18+

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Hey everyone, I’ve been posting on this platform for a while now, yet am still knew to this application, so let me introduce myself shall I?

About me: my name is Ivy, I’m 19 years old and if you have been reading my fanfics lately it would be something new mentioning English is not my native language, I would say it’s my third. I have been using Tumblr for 4 years not yet I only had the confidence to post my fanfics.

Anime Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers, Naruto, Demon Slayer, Attack on Titan, Death Note, The Seven Deadly Sins, Haikyuu, My Hero Academia, Blue Lock, Moriarty The Patriot, Kemono Jihen, Noragami, Bungo Stray Dogs, The Yakuza Guide of Babysitting, Chainsaw Man, Seraph of the End etc.

Gaming Fandom: Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail

What my page contains: currently I’m working with Tokyo Revengers since it’s my favorite and very close to my heart, Jujutsu Kaisen too mostly I will post fanfics from these two animes, but it really depends on my mood. I’m working with dark contents so only read for your own risk.

Rules:

MDNI strictly on the first place.

I don’t do requests, yet. But any fanfic ideas are appreciated and welcomed.

if you have triggers or you get easily triggered my page is definitely not family friendly, am working with triggers, dark stuff and always doing angst.

keep drama aside, if you don’t like this content simply scroll.

everything I post or write is my imagination and scenarios, I do not steal no ones ideas, it’s my own fantasy and imagination.

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Realistic headcanons if you are Im Baek-jeong’s girlfriend/wife

Triggers: blood, mentally/ physically abuse, fighting/boxing, bunch of crimes and everything else

Author’s note: this is my headcanon, my imagination and opinion, if you don’t feel comfortable or you don’t agree with, feel free to scroll

MDNI

-Baek-jeong is a man of control, he knows what is he doing, how he does it, and most importantly he’s always not two but three steps ahead of everyone.

-Baek-jeong is not a romantic person, he’s vocabulary doesn’t contain the word “love” and sure as hell, be doesn’t know the definition of it.

-if somehow Baek-jeong has a partner (wife/girlfriend) it’s not because he’s in love, it’s because he sees you useful for his future plans.

-you probably are a doctor/nurse who patches him up after a fight, or a hacker just like Allen, or someone who knows enough to achieve his goals without getting caught.

-being Baek-jeong’s partner means no freedom and no free will, he is in control and makes sure you never forget who’s the king.

-if you had a normal life before meeting Baek-jeong? Unfortunately you can say goodbye to your old life. He makes sure you cut ties with everyone, friends,family everyone who’s important to you.

-tracks you 24/7 or even 0-24, depends on his mood, if you already showed him your loyalty and respect then he keeps eye on you only if it’s necessary or he is simply not in the same room as you.

-he makes sure Allen stalks you, that’s his side quest, checking on Baek-jeong’s partner so the boss won’t get geeked up.

-being Baek-jeong’s partner means you are a target, to enemies of his, and even to the police

-phone? laptom? or any other electronic devices? forget about that.

-he only gives you a shit ass phone which only has he’s contact only, he doesn’t need you chatting with any other person other than him. and to be more sure about you, Allen tracks your phone too, just in case to avoid any mistakes.

-he brings you to the IKFC fights, makes sure you watch people getting beaten to pump or even death.

-you just a chess piece on his chessboard like the others, just with a title of his love.

-he doesn’t love you or have any interest or romantic feelings towards you, but best believe this man will burn the whole world to ashes if anyone tries to even breathe in your way.

-sex with him? it’s never about pleasure and satisfaction. it’s about being relieved of the stress, and he claims it whenever he needs.

-if you are a doctor/nurse, it’s not a favor you do, it’s a responsibility to stitch him up, without any questions.

-he keeps you next to him especially when Baek-jeong gets in the ring, he needs a trustworthy medic who patch him out without asking.

-coming home all beat up and bloody, and you dare to question him? better think twice because as soon as you slip the words out, this man destroys the house. don’t piss him off if he already pissed.

-when I say Baek-jeong is a man of control, I’m not playing. He dresses you up, buys you clothes jewelries, shoes, even the food you eat is ordered by him. you get to say shit.

-if you ever have the confidence to run away and hide? wrong move. this man does not play around and good luck hiding away from a man who has ties everywhere.

-running away means you closer to death than freedom. he will threaten you and your loved ones, and if you still stubborn enough to go against his word? he will send you a package with one of the body parts.

-he not just control your life, but your mind too. Baek-jeong will make sure to fuck up your mind enough for you to believe whatever the hell he does it’s okay, it’s normal.

-he will manipulate you until you’ll beg for him not to leave you alone, he wants you to feel nothing, useless and unworthy if he’s not with you.

-he’ll became your oxygen, and everything else you cannot survive and live without.

-Baek-jeong is an agresive man with short temper, do not test him. he will fight you if you even roll your eyes at him.

-Baek-jeong doesn’t do difference between males and females, if any of them pisses him off, he’ll throw punches until they beg for mercy.

-you are no exception.

[sanzusstargirl]

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ 𝘓𝘌𝘛 𝘔𝘌 𝘛𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘙𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 — s.hanma x reader

warnings; english isn’t my first language so there might be mistakes in my works! not proofread! abusive relationship (reader is married to kisaki) sexual abuse (kisaki tetta!!), mentions of baby trapping, cheating, smut, fingering, vaginal sex, creampie

since high school your mother had been pointing out your terrible taste for men. for her, most of your previous partners were bunch of childish boys who treated you wrong. but when you told her 5 years ago that you’re getting married to kisaki tetta it almost gave her heart attack. let’s be clear - in the beginning of your relationship with kisaki he was a really good boyfriend. took you out for dates to fancy restaurants, rich vacations together, giving you whatever you needed. but your mother as well as people around you noticed you’ve changed because of kisaki. throughout years, you completely cut off social contact with your friends because he told you to do so and you blindly followed every word he said. you started isolating more and more from everyone being too dependent on your partner. and after marriage it was only worse. kisaki tetta was messing up with your head taking advantage of your love to him. he treated you like a subordinate animal rather than a human just because he liked to have so much control over you. you became his prisoner.

for the couple of months you noticed some changes with him as well. he became colder than usual, completely ignoring the fact that you’re alive. he also became more aggressive towards you. kisaki’s hobby was purposefully starting arguments where he would humiliate you and let out his frustration on you. he had no shame to tell you that you look ugly in something, or you’re too fat just to get out a reaction out of you. whenever you tried to talk to him either he’d avoid you or start raising his voice constantly while talking to eventually start yelling to scare you off so he’d have a moment of peace. once you spilled tea over his shirt, he nearly hit you. he managed to stop himself after raising his hand but from that day you developed a feeling of fear towards your husband. for kisaki you were only an object that would serve him. he didn’t care that his lack of love was hurting you. he only cared about your body though – every argument with him was just an excuse to lure you to the bed. it was the same all the time. kisaki would tell you the worst things imaginable, just to later find you crying for hours and start saying the same meaningless words.

”i didn’t mean that, i would never think of you this way. forgive me?” which sounded more like an order than apology. ”stop crying. let me make it up to you, right?” and always before you had the time to say something his hand was already in your pants tugging at the lace of your panties. and each encounter was the same, he didn’t care for your cries and pleas and just used you to get off. kisaki never listened. once you build up enough of courage in yourself that you managed to threaten him that you’d leave him. how stupid you were. you cannot escape kisaki tetta. you remember how he laughed in your face and the way his eyes darkened. you remember how he purposefully pressed your face against the pillows as he pounded you. you hated it. you couldn’t wash off the feeling. you’ve never felt so grossed out before after he pulled out and you felt liquids streaming down your thighs. you will never forget how happy you were to find out you weren’t pregnant after that. giving birth to a child into this cruel world – the world where kisaki existed was a vision that was haunting your nightmares.

it was enough that kisaki took away your dignity.

your life became a routine to you. waking up, making breakfast, cleaning the house, making dinner, sleep. occasionally taken to his meetings just to show you off like a doll. the meetings were actually something that intrigued you. many things about them were different. for example how kisaki was suddenly turning into a loving and caring husband for his wife, how gently he spoke to you around all those men. your task there was to sit and be pretty or make a drink for him or one of his subordinates if tetta asked you to. of course, you always sat there silently because kisaki forbade you to speak to anyone besides him there. but you were always a great observer and your curious eyes were always wandering to one man. you only knew him from all of the guys there.

shuji hanma – your husband’s right hand as well as the only friend of his you ever heard of and personally met a few times. you knew all guys there were no good, some of them probably as bad as kisaki but something about hanma make you intrigued. you haven’t felt that for years. and you knew he felt the same because you often found him uninterested in anything besides you. both of you were in tragic situation, and needed to be careful around kisaki’s eyes. but when your husband wasn’t looking and you were serving drinks you were bold to brush hanma’s hand after placing his drink on the table. you had no shame to tease him with your stilettos under the table, gently kicking or brushing against his legs. you always tried to look best on the meetings. not to give kisaki a satisfaction but you did it for hanma. just from the look of his eyes you managed to already know so much about him. he liked short pencil skirts paired with a white shirt that has the first 3 buttons undone. hanma also liked fitted long or short dresses – depends on his mood. if it was longer one, he liked the elegant dark red on you. if it was the shorter dress, he liked the colour black. though he always appreciated every of your outfit with a smirk. you couldn’t get him out of your mind. throughout you entire marriage you haven’t felt so fascinated with kisaki than you’ve been now with hanma. he started appearing in your dreams. you were frequently catching yourself thinking how he’d look on top of you, how he would be, how he would treat you. you lost all the shame after you started getting off to just a thought of him. while having sex with kisaki you were imagining that it was hanma touching you. it was hard for you not to moan his name but you knew you had to be strong otherwise kisaki would literally kill you. shuji hanma was consuming your mind and you knew that you will soon go crazy if you don’t fuck him. how were you about to do it? you had no idea. it seemed like something impossible, like a distant dream of a horny teenager. until you found yourself in a car with him.

it was one late night just right after the meeting was finished. kisaki ordered hanma to drop you home since he had some work to do. he trusted his friend that nothing would happen, right? the car drive was silent. everything was covered in a deadly silence until you both arrived at your apartment.

”thanks.” you said with a smile as you were getting out of the car. ”maybe you’d like to come in for a drink?” those words left you almost automatically. but you finally had the chance and you weren’t scared to try. the worst that can happen is just that he would say ”no”.

”i would love to.” you only saw the way he was smirking and you lead him to the apartment. you barely closed the door and took off your heels, your face curved in a grimace because you had them painfully long on your feet. you held onto the wall because your legs were wobbly a little. and your mind didn’t even register the moment hanma picked you up in his arms, and carried you around like you weighed nothing. you wrapped your arms around his neck, and looked at him amazed. he gently placed you on the couch.

”im bold to assume there’s something more than drinks to this, right?” he asked while sitting next to you, taking your legs and placing them on his lap. hanma started massaging the points that were the most hurtful. ”i’m not hiding that i’m attracted to you.” you weren’t fucking around. you came so far already, you felt like you’ve been finally free to speak out loud about your emotions without any consequences.

”kisaki won’t like that.” he shook his head with a click of a tongue. ”have you forgot about your loving husband?” hanma let out a laugh.

”if i still thought of him as my husband, i wouldn’t invite you here on the first place. that’s just a facade of a good husband created by a twisted man.” you replied, with a irritated tone. shuji could say that talking about your husband was making you more and more angry.

”is my friend really that bad? damn, i always knew he’s not the type to be good with ladies.” he laughed again, this sound echoing in your head and you probably won’t forget the sound of it. he shifted a little closer and took your hand in his. he brought your knuckles to his lips, placing a kiss on them. he reached for your wedding ring, taking it off and put it safely on the coffee table. ”may i take care of you then, miss?” he smirked playfully and it was enough to rile you up. you almost jumped into his lap. you were tasting his lips, devouring the feeling like it was your life source. the world stopped for you for a moment. you forgot about your ”husband” – at least the theoretical name you called a man that you hated with passion. you were completely losing it over a guy that should take his place. he helped you take off your dress, your bra to make you only sit there with your panties on – it wasn’t embarrassing though. it was exciting to make another man look at your body and make you feel appreciated. he kissed everywhere he could, your jawline, neck, collarbone, everywhere he could. what a torture that he couldn’t leave any mark on your skin. you helped him undress too – caressing your hands everywhere around his torso, exploring his bare chest, kneading his muscles. hanma was slowly getting impatient. he got bored of harassing your perfect tits and nipples, he wanted the real fun to begin. ”lay down.” he commanded. his tone was low but you didn’t feel scared like with kisaki. you obediently got off of his lap and made yourself comfortable on the couch. you could hear the click of his belt but he wasn’t doing anything yet. shuji was between your legs now. what a beautiful sight you dreamed off so many times. he took a while for himself admiring the view as well. you looked so sexy under him. he hooked up with many women in his life, but only you made his eyes linger this way. hanma didn’t want to keep you waiting – you already been tortured by your husband, why would he do the same to you? with a swift motion he took off your panties, shoving them into his pocket with a grin. gently spreading your thighs further he was mesmerised.

”i can’t fucking believe this bastard gets this whenever he wants. should be mine baby, you know that?” he said while leaning down to place a kiss on your clit. ”hanma!” you let out a squeak trying to buck your hips to feel it again.

”for you it’s shuji, sweetheart. got it?” he liked seeing you like that already. he knew it wouldn’t take long enough to completely fuck your brains out. after all he barely did anything and you were dripping! ”how come you’re so wet already, hmm? does always some talking and kisses get you like that?” your mouth opened to answer but the only thing that left was another moan because he teased you with a sloppy lick against your slit. you weren’t able to think straight, you only focused on the pleasure. meanwhile hanma was eating you out like it was his last meal. his two skilled fingers slid inside of you, perfectly curling against every spot making you go crazy. you tug at his hair, what made him go feral between your legs. he kissed, licked, sucked done literally everything known to mankind with your pussy. his face was completely covered with your sweet juices but he didn’t care. he was desperate to see you cumming like that. and hanma didn’t have to wait for long, because after a few more pumps of his fingers your pussy clenched around his fingers and you found your sweet release. you felt like on cloud nine, and it was barely the beginning. it was such a new experience for you because kisaki never cared about your pleasure and satisfaction. you don’t even remember the last time when you made yourself come but there was hanma currently sliding out his fingers licking them clean, with soaked chin grinning like crazy.

”it was so beautiful sweetheart, this pussy already loves me, right?” he was so dazed and desperate to fuck you. ”never had anything better in my mouth than it. you gotta be good and give me another one, but this time around my dick?” he immediately started unzipping his pants, tossing them around somewhere and slid down his boxers. his dick was enormously big. way thicker and longer than your husband’s.

”shuji i don’t think it’s gonna fit…” you looked at him a little worried. but he only rubbed his tip against your folds to smear your wetness around his length.

”shh pretty girl, it’s gonna fit. relax, would you?” he had enough of waiting and playing nice and sweet. he slowly pushed his cock inside of you, literally ripping your pussy. you cried out, and he gave you time to adjust. as you wrapped your arms around his neck, hanma leaned in and kissed your tears off whispering sweet things in your ear. when you gave him the permission he started moving. at first slowly, knowing that it might bring you discomfort but then he picked up the pace. your mind went blank, the vision was blurry. you became a moaning mess within seconds. you kept moaning his name repeating it like a mantra while scratching his back and arching your body. meanwhile shuji got completely lost in the feeling. your walls were squeezing him just right around his cock, he started believing that your pussy was made just for him. at this moment he realised his actions. he fucking his bestfriends wife. kisaki’s wife was under him, taking his dick deep inside and he never been more proud of anything like from this. he started pounding faster, wanting to fuck you to the point when your brain won’t stop thinking about anything but him – which wasn’t a necessary because you already did!

both of you were getting close. shuji felt how painfully you’ve been clenching around him and he could swear that could make him cum instantly. he brought his thumb to your clit moving in circles on your sensitive bud listening to you talking nonsense as he fucked you.

”shuji..! im…” you tried to form a sentence but you weren’t really able to do so because in that moment your brain wasn’t functioning right and you only cried and moaned. ”im gonna cum… please…” you cried out begging but in reality you didn’t even know what you were begging for.

”me too.. fuck.. if you keep squeezing me like this i will too…” hanma groaned into your ear. he wasn’t really the vocal type but around you he was making so much sounds that it was unlike to him. he grabbed one of your hands pinning it down to the couch as it would help him somehow but his mind was getting so lost in pleasure as well. you begged him not to pull out. the thought of filling your tight pussy with his cum made him go even more crazier. as if he got a sudden boost of energy he pounded mercilessly, the sounds of slamming his hips against your skin was filling the whole apartment. ”you want to make me a daddy? me? you chose me over that stupid fucker? fuck him. that pussy belongs to me now.” he muttered while he kept thrusting in the same pace. he made you cum so hard around him, he felt you milking his cock dry. you squeezed him to the point that he came as well with a loud groan, emptying his load inside of you filling you to the brim. he didn’t pull out for a while. he needed a minute. he rested his head against your chest, both of you panting. he wrapped his arm around your waist while his second hand kept gripping yours but he loosed a little, and you brought your hand back into his hair, scratching his head gently. after he had his minute to calm down, he leaned in to kiss your lips. both of you slowly made out for a hot minute after he leaned away to catch a breath. he pulled out, admiring the sight of his cum mixed with your juices dripping down your pussy. then shuji moved his eyes to you – even more breathtaking sight than your intimate parts. your cheeks flushed, tear stains under your eyes as well as mascara and lipstick messily smeared on your face. your long beautiful locks blown in every direction as well as your body making you look like an aphrodite or even better. he couldn’t stay for longer. he had to get his things together. sadly he was ready to leave you there unsafe in the claws of tetta. he put back his clothes trying to make his suit look as neatly as it was possible. you were observing him curiosly, still naked on the couch with head propped up against your hand. he knelt in front of you, and grabbed the wedding ring from the table. he gently took your hand and before sliding the ring on your finger, he kissed your knuckles again.

”i should come there more often. when i do next time, you’ll have prettier ring, my dear.” and with those words he left you completely alone in the apartment.

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ i wrote that for the past 3 hours let me rest now.. i haven’t proofread that (as always) so maybe ill correct the mistakes later😓 anyway fuck kisaki i hope yall liked that i tried my best but i feel like im terrible at writing smut💔 reblogs would be really appreciated<3 luv yall!

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my mind full of ideas but too lazy to write. can’t get Sanzu out of my head. i need him to fuck the shit out of me.

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The Serpent’s Smile

TW: dark content, manipulation, mental abuse etc.

Context: the story in which the always helpful and kind Mitsuya Takashi falls into the worst woman possible.

Mitsuya Takashi was one of the famous Toman delinquents, serving as the Second Division Captain. His name was respected by many and those who knew better never messed with him. Outside of his delinquent life, he was a well mannered man who found peace and safe place in a hobby a man would never thought of. His passion and well said hobby was sewing, not to mention his very good taste and sense in fashion.

In school he even had a Sewing Club for those whole also was passionate about fashion designs and sewing, Mitsuya Takashi who not only served in a gang but also was the leader of this little sewing club. This was the place where he finally laid eyes on his one and only love. [Your Name] was a fragile little girl, quite on top of that. Never had any friends to begin with, the only place where she could be herself was Mitsuya’s club, and for her surprise each member greeted her with joy and love.

He couldn’t take off his eyes of her beautiful face and gorgeous body, each time she was around or close to him, Mitsuya felt nervous, his palms were sweaty and he barely could hide his blushy cheeks when [ Your Name] asked for his help.

The girl loved being around him and his little club, it was her safe place where she could finally develop her true love for designing, and best believe he could be more proud, she wasn’t just any basic ordinary girl who just spent her free time cutting fabrics and sewing them together as she pleases, she had a real ability to make a masterpiece from scratch, and on top of that she was gorgeous, like an angel or a goddess, Mitsuya couldn’t decide.

“ you zoomed out again Mitsuya” a familiar voice dragged the lavender colored hair boy back into the reality.

“ sorry…” he chuckled “ just I love thinking about you “ he admitted with a tiny blush appearing on his cheeks, he finally set up from her lap and let out a sigh

“ cocky as always “ she laughed watching as the man starched out on the couch. After [ Your name] was done with her classes , Takashi asked her over since his sisters were at Hakkai’s play, according to him Yuzuha brought toys and nice little dresses for his sisters. So he took the opportunity and asked her over, finally he found peace.

Yet peace wasn’t ever lasting, Mitsuya was troubled with this new formed gang named Tenjiku trying to destroy his so loved gang. If it wasn’t necessary he never fought, but currently a violent gang have been threatening not just him but all his friends, and he couldn’t stand that.

“ you seem troubled… is it Toman what’s bothering you?” she asked softly, [Your name] personally never was interested in boy fights but somehow she was curious about these famous Toman members, especially their leader, Sano Manjiro. “ Kinda… you know Tenjiku? The gang I told you before?” Mitsuya looked back at her while she lightly nodded “ the situation better the two gangs has gotten worse… each day they find a way to terrorize and beat Toman’s members… and Mikey declared a fight” he explained. Truth to be told since she and Takashi got together she learned a lot about Toman, about the members. What happened to Mikey’s brother, how Baji died and Kazutora got back to juvenile. Mitsuya even explained Emma’s and Draken’s situation, he never understood why Draken couldn’t just confess his feelings.

Mitsuya Takashi the fool has leaked everyone’s secrets and weaknesses, without knowing to whom he told all.

“ I do remember, Hakkai said the Kawata twins got jumped by Haitani brothers, is that true?” she asked while waved her hands towards Mitsuya hitting him to lay back down on her, as they were positioning before.

“ Those cowards really did jumped, wasn’t even a fist fight… They cannot play fair at all” he groaned annoyingly and laid on the top of her, placing her face between his hands and slowly tempting her with kisses all over her face, which made [ Your name] chuckle.

“ hell of a man are these two right? Heard ‘bout them. Especially about the oldest beating people with his baton… only a monster would do such a thing “ she said softly while stroked Takashi’s hands, enjoying the attention from him while her legs was wrapped around his waist. “ Is that right Mikey going to visit his brother’s shrine? “ she asked boldly, which took Mitsuya off guard, and looked at her confused.

It was never unusual for her to ask personal questions about him or the gang, he never thought anyone bad about it, simply felt she’s only asking all curiously because she cares about him, and what’s dear to him. I mean that’s what lovers do right? Asking questions to show their interest in their partner.

“ Uhh…yeah I guess so? Why do you ask?” he said hesitantly “ you mentioned yesterday , you were so deep into telling me how you two guys met you actually split his habits” [Your name] giggled softly and pressed a kiss on his nose “ You seem surprised? You think I would dump you for him? Not gonna happen ~ you gonna stuck with me rather you like it or not~” she giggled again flipping both of them over, staring down at the boy with a wild smiled caressing his face.

“ when did i got so lucky to have you?” he whispered “ you didn’t, i just had my eyes on you for a while~”

Which was true, [Your Name] , also known as Haitani [Your name] was the Haitani brothers little sister, oh and they wouldn’t hesitate to burn the whole world down to ashes if anything would happen to their precious little sister.

Matter of fact, they love her so deeply, knowing how cruel and disgusting the outside world is, the brothers taught her martial arts since a very young age, she might be not as strong as her big brothers all, but she knows how to break bones, thanks to Rindou.

[Your Name] knew about Tenjiku, way before the gang was formed, her brothers were in juvenile but it didn’t stopped them sending letters to each other, in those letters she found out about Izana, and his plan to destroy Toman, and let’s not forget she’s a Haitani after all, she was down to have fun with her brothers on her side.

And just like that, she wasn’t just simply Haitani’s little princess, but Tenjiku’s too.

She started digging, finding out useful information and stuffs about this Toman gang which could be used against them. But the rest of the members weren’t like Mitsuya, they were too boyish to ever lay an eye on a girl. So when she started asking around about Mitsuya Takashi, she felt she hit the jackpot, and so she did. Mitsuya Takashi was the jackpot himself.

“ I might have to cancel our date for tomorrow “ she said while sitting in his lap “ you’re busy anyway with your gangster life and i gotta finish a project before this weekend “ she smiled while sneaked her fingers under his shirt, exposing his muscular abdomen, slowly squirming her hips to find a better position to feel his growing length between her thighs.

“ but I guess it wouldn’t be such a waste for not enjoying our free time together,right?” she mumbled under her nose and within a second her shirt was already on the floor, along her bra. She watched as the boy got all shy and blushy which made her chuckle. It was such a pretty sight seeing the boy getting flustered by her and her touch.

Mitsuya almost exploded, oh poor baby even forgot how to breathe properly, this woman was his weakness for sure. And [Your name] knew that. Oh she was so turned on knowing that he would be doing anything just to please her and make her happy.

“ you would never leave me right?” she asked softly bending down to reach his neck, leaving kisses here and there “ even if your world turns against me, you would stay right Mitsuya?” she whispered into his ears while her hands went down to his pants, playing with the headband slowly tossing it down.

“ no one could make me hate you angel, no one” he whispered back while trying to stay calm and cool, he was so needy, his pants was so tight it was impossible to even breathe, but luckily he didn’t suffered any longer, [Your Name] revealed his rock hard dick, pressed against his stomach so beautifully.

“ good, because the game only begins now~” she smirked devilishly, biting on her bottom lip while she slowly sit down on his length, taking every inch inside without a flinch, just a little satisfied moan escaped from her lips.

After that night Mitsuya haven’t heard anything from [Your Name], tried to call her put it always turned on the voicemails, she haven’t even replied to his messages, and to his support no one seen her at the school, which was unusual to Mitsuya, because she never skipped a day at school.

He went to to her class to ask around about her whereabouts but all he got was “ [Your Name]? I don’t know her” or “ We don’t have a classmate named [Your Name] “ which was odd. Because her always want to hang out with him at his club, after classes, she always complained about her math teacher who never let her breath, the teacher was always on her neck making her days worse.

“Probably they know her after surname…”

he thought, but the truth was, not even Mitsuya knew her surname. He went immediately to his sewing club asking the members around “ I only seen her around here… I don’t remember her attending to any classes” one girl spoke up. It was weird. Takashi couldn’t understand what’s going on but probably [Your name] has her own reasons right?

He tried not to overthink, after all he had a battle to attend to, which came sooner than expected.

Toman and Tenjiku was already in Yokohama, all the members gathered up.

“ where’s this precious captain of your Toman?” Izana stepped out while smiling maniacally. Knowing well Mikey would not show up, since Emma died.

“ My my Izana~ this is how we greet our guests?” Mitsuya froze right on spot, along with Hakkai stucked go his side. He felt like his whole world broke down into million pieces by the sight of his love standing in front of him in Tenjiku’s red uniform

The whole world just stopped spinning, Mitsuya felt sick, he was about to throw up, he felt disgusted and used. No…something is not right.. maybe Izana has threatened her, that’s why she’s on the enemies priority… but be that.

[ Your Name] was standing next to Izana, all proudly and happily, sticking to his side as if she was glued to him. Then the Haitani brothers popped up, Ran as always twisting his braids around his baton, while Rindou was grinning at Toman members.

“ Oi [Your nickname] , isn’t that your sweet boyfriend?” Ran asked loudly while Rindou began to laugh hysterically.

“ My! Isn’t that Mitsuya Takashi? “ Izuna spoken up curiously “ My beloved [Your nickname] has told me a lot about you, and Toman of course “ the white haired boy smiled

[Your name] smiled at Mitsuya, while Izana had his arm around her shoulders holding her proudly as is she were a some kind of trophy “ Hi Suya~ I knew i would see you around “ she smiled, it was not her, it wasn’t the sweet girl Takashi met at the club. She was… she was pure evil.

“ what the hell are you doing [Your name]? Since when the hell are you a delinquent?!” he snapped, Takashi snapped. He couldn’t bear it no more, feeling betrayed and used by the only person he ever called his love.

“ Oh did I forgot to mention? Me and my brothers run Roppongi” she smiled all happily and proudly as if she was saying something casual. “ oh my poor baby you completely forgot to ask my last name right?” she giggled and stepped closer to him “ but i do clearly remember I had my full name on the black jacket you fixed for me, don’t you remember?” she asked slowly reaching for his face.

Then it hit him. It hit him so hard to realize this was just a silly game that she played on him. And oh boy she made it so obvious, she always gave him hints “ imagine me as a delinquent, crazy right?” and even about the Haitani brothers “ people say I look like Haitani Rindou, because of my hair. As if I know him”

Mitsuya you fool.

“ you…you played me! you lied!” he yelled angrily slapping her hand away.

“ ouch! you make it sound so mean… “ she groaned annoyingly “ i was just playing all along Mitsuya, it was crystal clear who I was since the day I first met you, you choose to ignore all” she was right. Takashi knew but he didn’t really wanted to admit it, after all love is disease right? A disease that makes people to forget about the reality.

“ [Your name] be honest, did you ever loved me or it was part of your sick joke?” he breathed heavily while putting up the question.

She giggled staring at the boy in front of her while slowly glancing back at the white haired man behind her, who watched the girl with passion and proudness in his eyes.

“ Only a fool would fall for a sewing boy”

the world what Mitsuya once held closely to his heart, shattered into million pieces , and the one to blame was no one else, but him.

after all Serpentine hearts hide venom behind every curve of their smile.

[t4kalcvr]

THE GIRL WHO MADE THE CAKE

𝐊𝐄𝐍 “𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍” 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈 word count :: ( 10,924 ) genre :: fluffyyy, romance, pinch angst content contains :: emma and drakens situationship, takemichi’s wedding!! no we are NOT (technically) home-wrecking !!

(..◜ᴗ◝..)

the soft clang of metal echoed in the empty garage as draken leaned over the frame of a half-built bike, grease staining the curve of his wrist. it was quiet, save for the faint hiss of cooling metal and the low hum of a fan in the corner. the kind of quiet that made you think too much.

he reached for his phone without meaning to — just muscle memory by now. his fingers hovered over the screen, slow, hesitant, like they already knew what he was about to do.

emma sano.

still saved in his contacts, like she’d never left.

they hadn’t defined anything. not lately. just… late-night conversations when one of them couldn’t sleep. coffee in silence that still felt warmer than most things. accidental hand brushes that neither of them pulled away from.

draken had told himself he was fine with it. that it was enough.

but takemichi’s wedding was this weekend. and standing in a crowd of familiar faces, watching two people say forever, that felt like the kind of moment you either show up with someone you care about — or you don’t show up at all.

he exhaled through his nose and typed, thumb gliding over the screen with more weight than he’d ever admit:

“you free saturday? takemichi’s wedding. thought it might be nice to go together.”

he stared at the message.

then pressed send before he could talk himself out of it.

the screen stayed bright for a few seconds. no reply. no read receipt. nothing but that tiny, uncertain silence.

he pocketed the phone, wiped his hands off on a rag, and tried to tell himself he didn’t care either way.

he wasn’t very convincing.

(..◜ᴗ◝..)

emma was sitting on the floor of hinata’s bedroom, surrounded by bobby pins, an open makeup bag, and a half-eaten bowl of instant ramen. wedding planning had slowly taken over hinata’s apartment — shoes lined up under the window, garment bags everywhere, florals taped to the fridge.

hinata sat across from her on the floor, still in sweats, scrolling through a seating chart on her ipad. her hair was clipped up in a messy bun, and her face looked exhausted but happy — the way only brides-to-be looked.

emma’s phone buzzed once.

she picked it up without thinking, brushing a noodle off her hoodie. the message lit up the screen:

ken:

“you free saturday? takemichi’s wedding. thought it might be nice to go together.”

she stared at it.

her lips parted, but no sound came out. her thumb hovered, heart fluttering in a way it hadn’t in a long time. not since him.

he asked.

he actually asked.

a smile crept up before she could stop it. it bloomed slowly, softly — the kind of smile that lived in her eyes, not just her mouth.

she typed:

“i’d love to.”

then she let out a sharp little breath and looked up.

“hinata?”

hinata glanced up from her phone. “hm?”

“i need a dress.”

“you don’t have a dress for the rehearsal dinner?”

“no,” emma said, her smile turning sheepish. “not for that. i need a dress for your wedding.”

hinata blinked. “emma. you’re already invited.”

“i know. but… ken just asked me to go. with him.”

hinata’s eyes widened, mouth falling open. “wait—as a date?”

emma nodded, the tiniest bit flustered. “i think so? i don’t know. maybe. but… it felt different. it felt like he meant it.”

hinata squealed, nearly knocking over the ipad. “okay. okay. we’re finding you something gorgeous. like dangerous levels of gorgeous.”

emma grinned, cheeks warm. “i want something that says… ‘i might be over you, but not really.’”

“say less,” hinata said, already reaching for her laptop. “black or red?”

(..◜ᴗ◝..)

the sun was starting to set when emma stepped out of her room, heels on the hardwood floors, smoothing her hands nervously over the silk clinging to her sides.

the dress was deep red — soft and almost impossibly fluid, the way it caught the light and draped against her like it had been sewn just for her. spaghetti straps. low back. a slit that threatened mischief but kept it elegant. she had twisted her hair up into something loose and effortless, a few strands falling around her face in soft waves.

it was a little bold. a little risky.

but tonight felt like a moment that needed something brave.

she took a shaky breath and turned toward the door the second she heard the knock.

when she opened it, there was ken — standing in a dark charcoal suit, a single black ring on his finger, his hair pushed back but still messy at the edges. he looked freshly shaven, like he’d tried without trying. his tie was half loose like he couldn’t be bothered to do the final knot.

he blinked when he saw her. just stood there.

his mouth parted like he was about to say something — anything — but the words got caught somewhere in his throat. his eyes dragged from her heels all the way to the dip in her collarbone and then to her eyes, lingering there like he didn’t want to blink and miss it.

emma smiled softly, cheeks warming under his gaze.

“hi,” she said.

“…hey,” he finally breathed.

she stepped aside to let him in. he hesitated just a second before walking past her, his shoulder brushing hers lightly as he moved inside.

“you look…” he started, glancing over his shoulder, eyes lingering again.

“yeah?” she teased, heart hammering.

he nodded once. slowly. “like trouble.”

she laughed. “good.”

he stood in her apartment — clean and quiet, soft lamplight casting shadows on the walls — and watched her reach for her purse.

and just as she was slipping on her earrings, her phone started to ring.

emma froze.

the name on the screen made her heart drop to her stomach.

she picked it up, voice uncertain. “hello?”

draken watched her face carefully. her smile disappeared, but her brows pulled together in that way she always did when she was trying to calculate something fast.

“wait, now?” she asked, turning toward the kitchen counter, pressing the phone between her shoulder and ear as she reached for her glass of water. “like, right now?”

a pause. her eyes darted toward him.

draken didn’t say anything.

she didn’t either.

just a look — long and quiet.

she wasn’t sure what she was asking for in that second.

permission? forgiveness?

he met her eyes and, without blinking, gave her the smallest nod.

go.

emma’s breath hitched, and she whispered something into the phone — she would be there. she could make it. she’d be there soon.

as soon as the call ended, she stood there for a beat, her chest rising and falling with something that wasn’t quite regret but wasn’t peace either.

“i’m so sorry,” she said quietly.

“don’t be,” he replied, voice calm. unreadable. maybe even proud.

she gave him a quick, fleeting smile — the kind you give someone who matters. someone who understands.

and then she ran.

into her room. heels off. hair falling down. fingers already undoing the zipper of her dress as she vanished behind the door.

draken stood alone in her living room, glancing once at the place where she’d just been.

when he stepped outside, mikey was already waiting near the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, dressed in a sharp black suit like some rebellious little prince.

“where’s emma?” mikey asked, swinging his head up casually.

draken didn’t look back at the building.

“work,” he said simply.

mikey didn’t press. just nodded and fell into step beside him.

and together, they walked toward the wedding.

toward something quieter. something that didn’t quite feel like loss… but didn’t feel like having her, either.

(..◜ᴗ◝..)

the ceremony had been beautiful — all soft pink florals and string lights woven through the rafters, vows that made even the toughest guys clear their throats a little too often. takemichi had cried. hinata had tried not to. everyone smiled through it.

now, the reception was in full swing.

music drifted through the venue — not too loud, just enough for the bass to ripple through the floor. glasses clinked, heels clicked against hardwood, and somewhere near the back, someone was definitely crying over the open bar.

draken stood near the edge of the room, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, a barely touched drink in hand. mikey leaned beside him, tie undone completely, hair slightly windswept from one too many fast spins with the bride on the dance floor.

they stood in companionable silence for a while, watching the people they used to ride into fights with now slow dancing and laughing like they’d never broken bones before.

“you okay?” mikey asked, not looking directly at him.

draken gave a quiet shrug. “yeah.”

mikey turned just a little. “emma?”

draken let out a breath. not quite a sigh. “she got a call. job thing. had to go.”

mikey nodded like he already knew.

“you still want it to work with her?” he asked.

draken took a long sip of whatever was in his glass before answering. “i don’t know, man. i think maybe it’s time to stop waiting.”

mikey raised a brow, clearly surprised. “you? giving up?”

“not giving up,” draken said, voice low, calm. “just… maybe i’m not meant for it. relationships. love. all that.”

mikey stared at him. “you’re not serious.”

“i am.”

“you’re gonna die old and cranky in your garage with a half-finished bike and nobody to nag you about leaving your tools everywhere?”

draken smirked. “sounds peaceful, honestly.”

but then — before mikey could push back — something shifted in the air. like the volume of the world turned down just a little. like something tugged his focus.

draken’s eyes drifted across the room.

and then he saw her.

you.

you were standing just beneath one of the overhead lights, laughing at something one of your friends said. your hand wrapped around a drink, your other gesturing mid-story. you were in a dress that wasn’t trying too hard, but the way it moved with you made it impossible not to look.

you hadn’t noticed him yet.

he took you in slowly — the way you tilted your head when you smiled, the faint line of worry in your brows when you were listening, the way you touched people gently on the arm when you spoke to them. like you meant it.

and then — as if something in the universe cracked just slightly — you looked up.

your eyes met his.

you didn’t falter. didn’t look away or shy from the weight of his stare.

you just… smiled.

slow. genuine. a little surprised, like you hadn’t expected him either, but now that he was here — maybe you weren’t in such a rush to leave.

mikey glanced over and caught the look. his smirk was immediate.

“yeah,” he said, “real peaceful.”

draken didn’t answer.

he couldn’t.

not when you were still looking at him like that.

draken didn’t move right away.

he stood there for a few moments longer, glass warm in his hand, pretending he hadn’t just felt that strange, low pull in his chest. it had been a long time since someone had looked at him like that — calm. curious. completely unbothered by the rough edges.

then, quietly, he started toward you.

you were leaning against a table near the edge of the dance floor, laughing with someone before they walked off to grab another drink. you spotted him the second he started walking over, and instead of freezing up or acting coy, you just grinned — like you were amused by the idea of it.

he stopped just a few feet away, one hand casually shoved in his pocket.

“so,” you said, arms crossed lightly, “are you here to ask me to dance?”

he looked past you at the people swaying under the lights, then back to you. “absolutely not.”

you laughed. “good. because i only dance when i’ve had at least three glasses of champagne or when there’s a serious cash prize involved.”

“you missed the cash prize round,” he said, deadpan.

you snapped your fingers. “damn. i was gonna bust out my interpretive worm.”

he couldn’t help it — he laughed. a real, low laugh, the kind that surprised even him.

you gestured to the empty chair beside you. “well, if you’re not gonna embarrass yourself on the dance floor, you might as well sit.”

he did. the chair creaked a little under his weight, and for a second, the music filled the space between you.

“so,” he asked, “you here alone?”

you took a slow sip from your glass. “define ‘alone.’ emotionally? romantically? physically?”

he smirked. “romantically.”

“yes,” you said. “i came with expectations and left them somewhere near the chicken skewers.”

he raised a brow. “tough date?”

you shrugged. “no date. just me. i figured if i was gonna cry at a wedding, i might as well look hot doing it.”

he leaned back in his chair a little. “bold move.”

“and you?” you asked. “you strike me as the type who claims he hates weddings, but still shows up looking like a half-unbuttoned heartbreak.”

he snorted. “i came with someone. she got called into work.”

you winced. “ouch.”

“yeah.”

“so, you planning to find a replacement?”

he looked at you, eyes narrowing with amusement. “why? volunteering?”

“absolutely not,” you said, smiling as you leaned your elbow on the table, chin in hand. “i mean, look at you. tattoos, slicked-back hair, that whole brooding ‘i fix motorcycles but can’t fix myself’ vibe. i definitely know better.”

his grin curled up on one side. “i wasn’t gonna ask you to come home with me.”

you lifted your glass to him in mock salute. “good. because i definitely wasn’t going to.”

“your loss,” he muttered into his drink.

you both laughed again, easy and unexpected.

then, after a pause, you tilted your head. “you know what?”

“what?”

“let’s not ruin this.”

he raised a brow. “this?”

“this,” you echoed. “this whole thing. the vibe. the not-knowing. let’s not turn it into something heavy.”

he looked at you, intrigued now.

“let’s give each other fake names,” you said. “no contact info. no social media. no ‘call me sometime.’ just tonight.”

“fake names,” he repeated, amused. “alright. what’s yours?”

you glanced up, scanning the room for anything you could steal a name from — and then, suddenly, it came to you. you looked back at him and smiled.

“sundrop.”

“…sundrop?”

you shrugged. “don’t question it. it’s got personality.”

he chuckled. “alright, sundrop.”

“and you?”

he thought about it for a second, then leaned in a little and said, “dragon.”

you stared. “seriously?”

“you picked a flower. i’m picking a beast. balance.”

you laughed, louder this time — a soft, rolling sound that made his eyes warm.

“fine, dragon,” you said. “let’s make a deal. we don’t know each other after tonight.”

“no numbers?”

“nope.”

“no goodbyes?”

“just one night. and we leave it at that.”

he clinked his glass against yours. “deal.”

and for a moment, under the fading lights of someone else’s forever, two strangers decided to exist only in the present.

no past.

no future.

just here.

just now.

the clink of your glasses still hung in the air when you leaned back in your seat, eyes bright with mischief, that sundrop smile still lingering on your lips.

“so,” you said, “what now?”

“we enjoy the night,” he replied, stretching out his legs a little. “eat, drink, mock slow dancers.”

you opened your mouth to agree, but—

“yo, draken!”

you both turned at the same time.

mikey was weaving through the tables, a plate already in his hand, the tiniest smear of red bean paste at the corner of his mouth. his suit jacket was long gone, sleeves rolled to the elbows, tie missing entirely.

“they just put out the dorayaki,” he grinned, waving the plate like it was a holy relic. “you better hurry or i’m eating yours too, draken. i swear—draken—draken, they’re still warm, bro!”

and just like that, he disappeared again into the crowd of dessert-loving guests.

you turned back to the man beside you slowly, your eyes narrowed and your smile threatening to break. “…draken?”

he held your gaze, his mouth twitching with guilt and amusement. “yep.”

“as in… your actual name is draken?”

he shrugged, palms up in surrender. “nickname, technically.”

“mikey blew your cover fast.”

“he really did.”

you tilted your head, teasing. “so what’s the damage? how much did he ruin our sacred no-names pact?”

“just the top half.”

“well, in the spirit of fairness…” you extended your hand as if meeting him for the first time. “i’m y/n.”

he shook your hand gently, still grinning. “nice to meet you, y/n.”

you nodded. “but no last names.”

“agreed.”

“i mean it,” you warned, eyes narrowed.

“same,” he said, still holding your hand for a beat too long.

you stared at each other — the champagne buzz softening the room around you, the music playing like it had been written to soundtrack this exact conversation.

“alright,” you said finally, “we adjust the rules. first names allowed. everything else? off limits.”

he smirked. “no childhood trauma dumps?”

“not unless you bring snacks.”

he chuckled, sitting back again. “deal.”

and just like that, even with names known, the moment held its magic — two almost-strangers choosing, very deliberately, to stay right here.

the band had just started a cover of something slow and vintage when you nudged draken with your elbow.

“alright,” you said, voice playful. “show me your moves.”

he glanced at you, brow raised. “moves?”

“you know,” you grinned. “how you get the girl.”

he leaned back in his chair, a slow smirk pulling at his mouth. “you asking for a demonstration?”

“i’m asking for entertainment,” you teased. “don’t tell me you’ve got nothing in your arsenal.”

he held your gaze for a beat longer, then stood up without a word. you watched as he walked straight toward the bar, that same slow, confident swagger in every step, like the world never rushed him.

he came back with a full bottle of wine under one arm and two elegant glasses swinging lazily from his fingers.

he held them up. “step one: wine.”

you laughed, standing to meet him. “classic. not bad. smooth, but safe.”

“don’t underestimate the basics,” he said, pouring two glasses like he’d done this a thousand times — and somehow made it look new.

as you took your first sip, your eyes flicked to the head table.

“you know…” you said slowly, glancing toward the bouquet resting near hinata’s seat, “we should really do the single ladies a favor.”

“how’s that?”

“we steal the bouquet,” you said with a smirk. “save them the humiliation of diving for it.”

he looked over at the head table, then at you. “you’re dangerous.”

“no,” you said, sipping your wine, “i’m fun.”

he chuckled and glanced around the room, eyes scanning for opportunity.

then he turned back to you and gave the smallest nod — “watch this.”

he stepped forward, lifted one of the wine glasses, and gently tapped the rim with his ring.

ting ting ting

“kiss! kiss! kiss!” he chanted.

you joined in, grinning. “kiss! kiss! kiss!”

within seconds, the room caught on. laughter burst out across the tables as everyone turned toward the blushing couple. takemichi looked panicked; hinata rolled her eyes affectionately and kissed him as guests whooped and clapped around them.

every head turned.

“now,” you whispered, already slipping off your heels.

you moved in sync — draken swept the bouquet under his arm with the ease of someone who’d done far riskier things in his past, and you ducked behind him as the two of you bolted down a hallway, hidden by applause and chaos.

your laughter echoed quietly in the corridor as he pushed open an unmarked door and motioned you inside.

the room was warm and still — an empty space left untouched by the reception. a grand piano sat in one corner, glossy under the soft spill of moonlight through tall, arched windows. velvet curtains swayed gently as the air shifted.

you leaned against the door, breathless. “i can’t believe that worked.”

he held up the bouquet like a prize. “still got it.”

“not bad, dragon,” you said, crossing the room barefoot as your dress swept the floor. “you’ve got moves after all.”

“just getting started,” he muttered, half to himself.

you turned to him, eyes glinting. “well then… impress me.”

he stepped closer, the wine bottle still in his hand, eyes never leaving yours.

and just like that, the game shifted.

not louder. not flashier.

but real. subtle.

the kind of move you don’t even realize is happening until your heart skips.

draken wandered over to the piano, running his fingers across the keys like he wasn’t sure if he should — and then, with a quiet smirk, he sat down and started to play.

the sound that came out wasn’t soft or romantic.

nope.

it was funky.

bouncy.

ridiculous.

you blinked once, then laughed — not because it was bad, but because it was so good and so completely unexpected from a guy like him. it sounded like something you’d hear in a 70s spy movie montage — dramatic flourishes, syncopated rhythm, total chaos.

you looked at him.

he nodded at the empty space in front of the piano bench. “your move, sundrop.”

you raised your brows. “oh, we’re doing this?”

he kept playing, clearly unbothered. “better make it count.”

you stepped into the light with the dramatic flair of someone who knew full well they had no clue what they were doing — which, to be fair, was the point.

you started with a cha-cha that somehow turned into finger guns, threw in a painfully awkward body roll, then added a full spin that almost tripped you off your feet — but you landed it with confidence like it had all been on purpose. your finale? a full-on jazz hands explosion in his face.

“ta-da!” you declared, out of breath and fully committed.

draken’s fingers stumbled on the last chord as he burst out laughing.

“wow,” he said, deadpan through a grin. “i mean… that was something.”

you put a hand on your chest. “be honest. life-changing?”

“you just invented four new dance styles and a lawsuit.”

you laughed as you flopped down next to him on the piano bench, cheeks warm and smile wide. your thighs barely touched, just a few inches of space between you and the wine bottle still rolling gently on the floor nearby.

“okay,” you admitted, catching your breath, “i have no idea how to dance.”

he turned to you slowly, brow raised. “you don’t say.”

“not even a little bit.”

“you really fooled me back there,” he said, eyes mock-wide with awe. “the part where you almost broke your ankle? inspired.”

you snorted, leaning slightly against the piano as you both laughed again — the kind of laughter that came easy and unfiltered, the kind that stayed behind in the corners of your mouth even when the moment passed.

outside, the music of the wedding pulsed faintly. but here — in this quiet little room, in a stolen piece of the night — it was just you and him.

and the tiniest, growing feeling that maybe this wasn’t just fun.

maybe this was starting to matter.

you were still catching your breath from laughing, curled sideways on the bench beside him, your knee almost brushing his. the glow from the moonlight softened the edges of everything — your hair, the curve of his shoulders, the space between you.

he glanced at you, eyes glinting. “you know, it’s kind of a shame.”

you turned your head, playful. “what is?”

“that you’re not getting some tonight.”

your jaw dropped, mock offended. “excuse me?”

he shrugged, lips curling. “just saying. a woman steals a bouquet, does jazz hands in heels, risks arrest… seems like she should get rewarded.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “i could get some tonight.”

his brow lifted. “oh?”

you leaned in slightly, eyes narrowing like you were making a point — like this was evidence in your favor. “you’re a guy.”

“correct,” he said, unblinking.

“you’re here.”

“still tracking.”

“you’re a guy i could get some from if i wanted to.”

he didn’t miss a beat. “absolutely.”

you broke into a laugh that doubled you forward, hands braced on your knees.

he grinned at your reaction, clearly proud of himself. “what, am i wrong?”

“no, it’s the way you said it! like—zero hesitation. so matter-of-fact.”

“i’m just agreeing with you,” he said, mock-innocent.

your laughter faded slowly, leaving the two of you sitting there in that in-between silence — the kind that isn’t awkward, just full.

you met his eyes again. and this time, you didn’t look away right away.

neither did he.

his expression softened — the edges of his mouth twitching slightly, like he wanted to say something else. or maybe lean in.

your heart beat louder than the music outside.

his eyes flicked down — just once. barely.

and that was your cue.

“we are not gonna kiss,” you blurted, pointing at him.

draken dropped his hand dramatically onto the piano, letting it crash into a chaotic jumble of keys.

ba-donnnng.

you burst into laughter again. “i’m serious!”

he just looked at you, eyes narrow. “why not?”

“because if we kiss,” you said, “then it becomes real. and this is not real. this is wine and a piano and fake names and me doing the interpretive worm.”

“so you’re saying… a kiss ruins it?”

“yes. because a kiss makes it mean something.”

he tilted his head slightly. “not if it’s a bad kiss.”

“you saying you’re a bad kisser?”

“not at all,” he said, leaning his elbow on the piano, watching you closely now. “but if you’re scared…”

“i’m not scared,” you snapped back, eyes narrowing.

“then what’s the problem?”

“i just don’t trust you.”

“to kiss you?”

“no,” you said dramatically, “to not use too much tongue.”

he raised both brows. “you think i’d use too much tongue?”

you pointed to his mouth. “you look like a guy who gets cocky with tongue.”

he leaned a little closer, voice low but playful. “i’ll have you know i use exactly the right amount of tongue.”

you rolled your eyes, trying not to smile. “okay, mathematician.”

“balanced. measured. tailored to your face.”

you laughed again — a sharp, bright sound that filled the quiet room.

your laughter faded slowly, and what remained between you wasn’t quite silence — it was breath. thick and warm and close. his knees were still turned toward you, your legs brushing just enough to notice, and the piano’s last clumsy chord still echoed somewhere in the wooden floorboards.

he was watching you — really watching you now. eyes dark but soft, like he wasn’t entirely sure how he’d ended up here, in this little forgotten room with you, but now that he was… he didn’t want to leave it.

you tilted your head slightly, biting the inside of your cheek.

then, quiet and thoughtful, you said, “how about this.”

his brow rose.

you leaned forward a little, chin propped in your hand. “the drum roll.”

he blinked once. “drum roll?”

you nodded, explaining with a little grin, like you were letting him in on a very serious secret.

“you know how every kiss has a drum roll? the part right before it happens — the lean in, the pause, that… build-up. like the universe is holding its breath?”

he nodded slowly, watching you with interest now.

“that’s the best part,” you said, voice soft but certain. “it’s better than the kiss itself, sometimes.”

he tilted his head. “so… you’re saying…”

“we stop there,” you said. “we only do the drum roll.”

“just the lead-up.”

“just the lead-up,” you echoed, smiling. “no kiss. no tongue. no consequences.”

he blinked at you again, then let out a low chuckle. “you’re something else.”

you shrugged. “you in or not?”

he didn’t answer with words.

instead, he turned slightly on the bench, slowly — deliberately — and waited for you to do the same.

you did.

and then it began — the drum roll.

you both leaned in, carefully, like something fragile was held between you. his eyes flicked to your mouth once, then back up to your eyes. your breath hitched slightly, and you felt his fan across your cheek, warm and steady.

you were so close now. so close you could see the faintest scar near his temple. so close you could count the freckles on the bridge of his nose. so close your knees touched fully now, no space left.

but neither of you moved the final inch.

you just… stayed there.

hovering.

breathing.

letting the weight of almost settle around you like smoke.

you closed your eyes for a beat. just to feel it.

and he didn’t pull away.

not yet.

not until a few seconds passed and the silence deepened into something warm and impossible.

then you both leaned back at the same time, slowly, like surfacing from water. and when your eyes met again, there was no teasing in them — just understanding.

you’d shared something.

something small.

but impossibly big.

no kiss.

no contact.

just the best part of it.

the drum roll.

(..◜ᴗ◝..)

“…the drum roll?” mitsuya repeated, brows raised.

draken nodded once. “yep.”

mikey looked up, blinking slowly. “that’s it?”

“that’s it.”

mikey blinked again. “you didn’t kiss her?”

“no.”

“you didn’t ask for her number?”

“nope.”

“you didn’t even find out her last name?”

“i didn’t.”

“bro,” mikey groaned, slumping even further into his bowl. “are you actually stupid or just emotionally constipated?”

“i don’t think those are mutually exclusive,” mitsuya muttered.

draken gave them both a look. “it wasn’t like that.”

“it sounds exactly like that,” mitsuya said, finally lifting his chopsticks. “you met someone who clearly made you soft in the head and the heart, and then you just let her vanish like it was some poetic side-quest.”

“it wasn’t about closing the deal,” draken said, a little quieter now. “it was—i don’t know. it was perfect. she was perfect. we just… connected. for real.”

mikey frowned. “so then why not actually do something about it?”

draken leaned forward, elbows on the table, looking at the warped reflection of his glass of water. “because we weren’t supposed to. that was the deal. one night. no names. no kiss. and it worked. we ended it before we ruined it.”

“draken,” mitsuya said slowly, like he was breaking bad news, “you already ruined it by not following up.”

“it’s not like i’ll see her again,” draken muttered, voice low. “we left it exactly how it started — like a story you don’t finish.”

the ramen shop settled into a quiet stretch.

mikey picked up his tea. mitsuya took another bite of his egg.

draken sat there, still — jaw set, shoulders stiff. until—

“…damn it.”

he shoved his hands down on the table and stood up, the stool screeching under him.

“damn it, i have to see her again.”

mikey nearly choked on his tea. “finally.”

“took you long enough,” mitsuya added, but there was a grin in his voice now.

draken ran a hand through his hair, looking half-crazed and entirely alive. “i don’t even know where to start—she said her name was sundrop.”

mikey blinked. “like the flower?”

“or a soda?” mitsuya offered.

“no idea.”

“that’s the dumbest fake name i’ve ever heard,” mikey said.

“i know,” draken muttered, already pulling his phone out. “but it’s mine now.”

and just like that, the drum roll wasn’t over.

it was just beginning again.

draken was still standing, one hand in his pocket, the other gripping his phone like it might start ringing on its own. his brows were pulled tight, mind racing.

mikey and mitsuya stared at him from the booth, both half-finished with their ramen now, interest fully redirected to the drama unfolding.

“okay, wait,” mitsuya said suddenly, sitting up straighter. “you said her real name was…”

“y/n,” draken said, nodding once. “that’s all i got. no last name. no number. no workplace. just ‘y/n’ and that stupid fake name she gave me.”

mikey furrowed his brows. “sunlight?”

“sundrop,” draken corrected, sighing like the name actually hurt now.

“sundrop,” mitsuya repeated, squinting. “that’s so unserious of her.”

“and yet here we are,” draken muttered, staring at the name in his recent calls. “i can’t stop thinking about her.”

“okay, but listen,” mitsuya said, glancing at mikey. “didn’t y/n hang out with hinata at the reception?”

mikey blinked. “wait. yeah. they were definitely talking by the photo wall.”

“boom,” mitsuya said, gesturing with both hands. “there’s your link.”

“hinata,” draken echoed, eyes lighting up. “hinata would know who she is.”

there was a pause.

and then mikey frowned.

“…they’re on their honeymoon, bro.”

draken’s hand froze mid-dial.

“they just left for two weeks,” mikey continued, now slurping noodles again. “remember? takemichi said something about beaches and zero cell service. and ‘not even god is allowed to call us.’ direct quote.”

mitsuya nodded. “you should definitely wait until they’re back.”

draken slowly set the phone face down on the table. “…yeah. yeah, i’ll wait.”

a pause.

“you’re calling her right now, aren’t you?” mikey said flatly.

“yeah i’m calling her right now,” draken said, flipping the phone over again.

“don’t do it!” mikey exclaimed, pointing at him with his chopsticks. “don’t ruin their honeymoon!”

“you think she’s actually gonna answer?” mitsuya added, mouth half-full. “what’s your plan? leave a desperate voicemail?”

draken didn’t answer — just scrolled through his contacts like a man possessed.

mikey groaned and dropped his forehead dramatically into his bowl. “you’re the worst. they’re probably on a boat somewhere.”

“just one question,” draken muttered, holding the phone to his ear.

“draken—” mitsuya started.

“—and i swear i’ll be respectful—”

as the line started to ring, mikey leaned over to whisper urgently, “ask her about the cake.”

draken blinked. “what?”

“ask her where they got the cake,” mikey repeated, deadly serious. “it was so soft. like clouds. and the frosting wasn’t even too sweet.”

mitsuya nodded solemnly. “respectfully, i second this.”

draken rolled his eyes — but the smile tugging at his lips gave him away.

he wasn’t calling for the cake.

he was calling for her.

the line rang once.

twice.

a third time—

“hello?” a familiar voice chirped.

draken’s eyes widened. “…hinata?”

“draken?” she replied, equal parts surprised and suspicious.

he cleared his throat, forcing himself to sound casual. “heyyy hinata.”

mikey and mitsuya were already mouthing what is he doing? from the booth.

“i just—uh—wanted to say the wedding was so beautiful,” draken said, pacing in a slow circle now. “like… stunning. perfect weather. great venue. amazing speeches. and that dress? you? radiant.”

there was a pause.

“thank you…?” hinata replied slowly.

“also! how’s the honeymoon?” he asked quickly.

but before she could even open her mouth, draken steamrolled ahead.

“so i kinda met this girl at the reception and i was wondering if—”

“ohhh you have got to be kidding me!” hinata exploded.

“here we go,” takemichi’s voice groaned in the background.

“draken, twenty-four hours ago, you were inviting emma to the wedding—like, making a whole scene in the kitchen about how it’s ‘important’ and ‘we’re figuring things out’—and now you’re just suddenly over her?!”

draken winced. “i’ve… moved on?”

hinata let out a long, dramatic sigh — one that probably echoed across the entire island they were honeymooning on.

“what’s her name,” hinata asked finally. “and if it’s my fat cousin kaski, don’t lie. she has beautiful eyes and a killer personality.”

“it’s not kaski,” draken muttered quickly. “her name was y/n.”

“full name?”

“…just y/n.”

another pause. and then—

“well,” hinata said brightly, “you’re in luck!”

draken’s spine straightened. “really?”

“yep! lucky for you, i have my guest list memorized forwards and backwards.”

mikey gave a triumphant thumbs-up from his seat. mitsuya mouthed clutch.

draken exhaled, shoulders dropping. “thank god. i thought—”

“unlucky for you,” hinata cut in, her tone shifting instantly, “there was no ‘y/n’ on my guest list.”

draken froze. “…wait, what?”

“no y/n,” she repeated. “no y-n. no y period n period. no guest nicknamed sundrop. nada. zip.”

“what? that can’t be—”

“draken,” hinata said flatly, “i love you, but we’re on a boat. and takemichi just figured out how sunscreen works. goodbye.”

click.

the line went dead.

draken stood there for a full five seconds, phone still to his ear.

the silence in the ramen shop was deafening.

“…so?” mitsuya asked finally.

draken slowly turned back toward them, stunned.

“she wasn’t on the guest list,” he muttered.

mikey blinked. “you got ghosted by a phantom guest.”

draken dropped into the booth again, hands on his head.

“she’s not real,” he whispered.

mitsuya handed him the bottle of soy sauce like it was a shot of whiskey.

mikey leaned in, totally unfazed. “…did she say anything about the cake?”

“she wasn’t on the guest list,” draken repeated, still stunned, still reeling.

“so she crashed the wedding,” mitsuya said, piecing it together out loud.

“ohh,” mikey said, grinning now. “she’s good. she’s very good.”

mitsuya leaned back in the booth, nodding slowly. “maybe… maybe she gave a second fake name. like, for the rsvp.”

“a decoy fake name,” mikey said, eyes wide with admiration. “damn. she’s a pro.”

“i told you she was impressive,” draken muttered.

mitsuya, eyes suddenly distant, shifted gears again. “wait. what if… she didn’t want to kiss you because she was… a ghost.”

mikey sat up. “wait, yeah! and if you’d kissed her, your lips would’ve gone right through her and it would’ve felt really cold for a second!”

he slapped the table once. “yo. that’d make such a good screenplay.”

draken blinked at both of them. “guys.”

“she only appears under moonlight,” mitsuya added seriously. “only after bouquet tosses and ill-advised wine heists—”

“guys,” draken said louder, waving his hands. “she’s not a ghost.”

“you sure?” mikey asked, resting his chin in his hand.

“yeah. because she picked up the bouquet. solid object interaction. corporeal form. this isn’t ‘sixth sense,’ man.” mitsuya joked.

draken face-palmed.

“wait,” mitsuya said suddenly, sitting forward. “she was sitting across a few bridesmaids during the speeches, wasn’t she?”

“yeah!” draken snapped his fingers. “she was!”

mikey leaned back again. “okay, cool, cool — and how exactly are we supposed to get in touch with any of them?”

there was a pause.

draken looked at his phone.

then he grinned.

“i’m calling hakkai.”

mitsuya’s eyes widened. “you think—?”

“his brother definitely hooked up with one of the bridesmaids,” draken said, already dialing. “maybe she knows who y/n is.”

“that’s such a weird chain of people,” mikey muttered.

the line rang twice before hakkai answered, voice groggy and suspicious.

“…hello?”

“hakkai,” draken said, no time for pleasantries. “your brother hooked up with one of the bridesmaids, right?”

there was a beat of silence.

“…draken, what the hell—”

“i just need her number,” he said quickly. “i’m trying to find someone who might not even exist.”

“uh, no? i’m not getting involved with whatever bizarre scavenger hunt this is,” hakkai said immediately.

draken groaned. “come on.”

“hakkai,” mitsuya said suddenly, grabbing the phone and flipping the switch. “it’s me. listen. it’s romantic. it’s tragic. it’s maybe fate. you want to be the guy who stood in the way of that?”

silence.

then a sigh.

“…give me five minutes. if this girl blocks me, i’m blaming you.”

“deal,” mitsuya said, grinning as he handed the phone back to draken.

mikey blinked. “did you just romance-speech hakkai?”

“it works,” mitsuya shrugged. “i’m terrifying when i’m heartfelt.”

draken stared at the phone like it might unlock all the answers in the world.

and for the first time in hours…

he actually had a lead.

the phone was now on speaker, lying flat on the table between draken, mitsuya, and mikey — all leaning in like detectives on the edge of a breakthrough. on the other end, hakkai’s voice sounded deeply unamused.

“okay,” hakkai sighed. “she’s on the line. but i need more than ‘mysterious girl with a pretty face and a fake name.’ does anyone remember anything else about her?”

“what was she wearing?” the bridesmaid’s voice crackled faintly through the speaker.

hakkai repeated the question. “draken. clothes. anything stick?”

mikey scoffed. “he’s a guy. no way he can even remember her shoes.”

“actually,” draken said, sitting up straighter, “i do.”

mitsuya and mikey blinked in unison.

“wait, seriously?” mikey asked.

“yeah. they were silver — strappy, but with that thin heel, and glittery. like… obnoxiously glittery.”

mitsuya nodded, impressed. “okay cinderella detail, go on.”

“when we left the reception room,” draken said, leaning forward slightly, “i asked her, like, what’s the first thing she wanted to do after the wedding ended. and she said…”

he grinned a little at the memory.

“…she said, ‘take off these damn shoes,’ handed them to me, and then did a full cartwheel across the courtyard. like — no warning. just boom.”

there was a stunned pause.

mikey looked like he’d just seen god. “…you watched a woman do a cartwheel in a formal gown and didn’t immediately propose?”

hakkai’s voice came back, dry. “i relayed the info.”

from the other end, the bridesmaid’s voice lit up. “awww, that’s kind of adorable. they sound cute.”

“yep,” hakkai said, with all the energy of a man in hour seven of being emotionally held hostage. “real fairytale stuff.”

“does that ring any bells?” he asked, hopefully.

a beat.

then:

“nope! sorry,” the bridesmaid said. “but hey — you trying to hook up?”

hakkai deadpanned, “wrong brother,” and immediately hung up.

the line clicked off.

a long silence followed in the ramen shop.

draken leaned back in his seat, rubbing his temples.

“well, that’s that.”

“we tried,” mitsuya said with a sigh.

“you guys owe me,” hakkai’s voice came through one final time — a text, not a call.

mitsuya raised his soda in solemn respect. “legend.”

mikey, still clearly focused on the cartwheel part, muttered, “if i don’t get that at my wedding, i’m not signing the papers.”

draken slumped deeper into the booth.

back to square one.

the silence after hakkai’s hang-up sat heavy over the booth.

draken leaned back, arms crossed, staring at the condensation running down his glass of water like it held answers. mitsuya sipped slowly from his soda. mikey twirled his noodles with exaggerated effort, clearly unbothered by the existential crisis unfolding next to him.

after a few quiet beats, mitsuya finally said, “hey. don’t lose hope.”

draken didn’t answer.

“she could’ve been staying at the hotel where the wedding was, right?” mitsuya offered, voice calm but hopeful. “we could call them. ask if anyone checked in under the name y/n. or maybe just ‘y’ or ‘n.’”

draken raised an eyebrow.

mikey slurped loudly. “or sundrop.”

both mitsuya and draken turned to look at him.

mikey froze, chopsticks in mid-air. “…okay, maybe not sundrop.”

draken shook his head and exhaled, leaning forward with both arms on the table.

“you know what?” he said, voice steady now — not defeated, but resolved. “this is fate.”

mitsuya frowned. “what?”

“i was never supposed to see this girl again,” draken said. “that was the whole point of the night. no names. no contact. no kiss. just that one perfect moment.”

he reached for his drink and stared down at the swirling ice.

“and maybe this is the universe keeping it clean. keeping it beautiful. maybe i’m just being saved from myself.”

mikey blinked. “you being serious right now?”

“dead serious,” draken muttered. “i mean, we’ve wasted half our ramen. it’s cold now.”

“so we just let her go?” mitsuya asked, still not convinced.

“we let her go,” draken said, nodding. “and we don’t talk about her again.”

mikey raised his bowl. “to wasting food and emotional suppression.”

“cheers,” draken said dryly.

the three of them dug into their mostly-forgotten bowls. the clinking of chopsticks replaced the chaos of a few moments ago.

but even as he ate, even as he told himself it was done, draken knew one thing for sure.

he was not done.

not by a long shot.

(..◜ᴗ◝..)

evening settled over the sano house like a blanket — quiet, soft, almost too still.

mikey had just dropped face-first onto his bed, stomach full of ramen, brain full of half-formed theories about cartwheels, ghosts, and unexplainable connections. he was drifting between consciousness and a very necessary nap when—

knock knock.

his eyes cracked open.

“…what,” he groaned toward the door.

“it’s me,” came emma’s voice on the other side.

he rolled over and forced himself up, still groggy, then padded across the room and opened it.

emma stood there, already halfway through pulling her cardigan sleeves down, looking a little flushed but smiling.

“what do you want?” he asked, rubbing one eye.

“just came to tell you something,” she said. “i got the job.”

his eyes lit up a little despite himself. “oh shoot. really?”

“mmhm.”

he leaned against the doorframe, smirking. “look at you. big boss manager lady.”

emma laughed lightly. “it’s not that big of a deal.”

“no, it is,” he said honestly. “that’s huge.”

her smile faltered a little — just a flicker — and she glanced down at her hands. “i still feel bad, though. for flaking on draken. right before the wedding.”

mikey tilted his head. “don’t.”

“i told him i’d go and then didn’t,” she said softly. “he didn’t say anything, but… i still feel like i let him down.”

mikey took a deep breath and stepped back, motioning for her to come in.

“you didn’t,” he said. “and actually… you’re not even ready for this.”

“what do you mean?”

he flopped onto his bed again, head propped on a pillow, one arm behind it. “i’m about to tell you the wildest story. sit.”

she did — crossing her legs at the foot of his bed, eyebrows knit.

“so,” mikey began, “in fact… you flaking might’ve been the best thing that could’ve happened to him.”

and then he told her everything.

from draken getting stood up at the wedding entrance

to the silky dress

to the bouquet heist

to the drum roll

to the ramen shop

to the ghost theory

to hakkai’s wrong-brother hookup connection

to the cartwheel

to the dead end.

he told it with his usual dramatic flair, hands moving with every name drop, every twist, every dumb decision.

by the time he finished, emma’s expression had gone completely still.

“…and so now,” mikey said, “he’s pretending it’s fate, but we all know he’s lying to himself. dude’s down bad.”

emma didn’t say anything.

she just kept staring at him — not shocked, not confused — but something else.

heartbroken.

“…what?” mikey asked finally, sitting up.

her voice was barely above a whisper.

“i know who she is.”

mikey sat up straighter, eyebrows pulled together.

“wait, how do you know who she is? you weren’t even at the wedding!”

emma looked down for a second, then lifted her eyes again, steady this time.

“actually…” she said quietly, “i kinda was.”

“what?”

“i didn’t plan to be,” she started. “i had my interview that afternoon, and once it ended, i was feeling so good — so excited. and i just… i don’t know. i wanted to tell draken in person. to surprise him. so i went to the reception.”

mikey blinked.

“i got there late, right after the ceremony ended. no one noticed me sneak in. and that’s when i saw them.”

she paused, and mikey saw her swallow — like the memory still stung.

“they were in this side room. not completely closed off, but kinda hidden. there was a piano. and they were sitting there. on the bench. really close. laughing.”

she looked away.

“and it hit me. like, actually hit me. how he was looking at her.”

mikey sat there, stunned.

“so i ducked out and went to the bathroom. ladies’ room near the back hallway.”

emma’s voice got quieter, breathier now, almost like she was back there again.

“i went into the last stall. sat down. and just started sobbing. quietly at first. and then full-on snot-level crying. like… embarrassing.”

she gave a soft, self-deprecating laugh. “i kept whispering, ‘oh, damn it. come on. stop it. stop it. what the hell are you doing?’”

“it wasn’t even technically anything. not a kiss. not a confession. but it felt like something. and it made me feel so stupid.”

mikey’s face softened. he didn’t say anything.

emma wiped under her eyes again, even now.

“i’m still sitting there blowing my nose into cheap toilet paper when i hear this voice.”

she straightened a little. “‘hello? you okay in there?’”

mikey raised his brows.

“i panicked,” emma said. “so i went, ‘uhhh… yeah! i’m fine! um… just allergies or something!’”

and then she smiled, a little — but it was fragile.

“i looked down. and i saw her shoes under the stall door.”

mikey froze. “the shoes?”

emma nodded. “silver. strappy. thin-heeled. obnoxiously glittery.”

mikey blinked again, piecing it together.

“i was still crying,” she continued. “and she goes, ‘listen… do you wanna come and cry out here? i’ve been told i’m an excellent hugger.’”

“you’re kidding,” mikey muttered.

“i said no thanks. told her i don’t cry in front of people. or at all. but then i blew my nose again and said, ‘oh man, this is so gross. does everyone snot up this much when they cry?’”

emma laughed softly. “and she goes, ‘hey, you’re speaking to a fellow snotter!’”

that part made mikey laugh too — just a little.

“she was funny. and nice. and she wasn’t trying to pry.”

emma’s face sobered again.

“but then… she asked me. ‘so why ya crying?’”

silence filled the room like heavy fog.

mikey sat back, arms crossed, eyes still locked on his sister.

then he nodded once and said, deadpan:

“because you have feelings for draken.”

emma stared at the floor, arms folded over her chest.

“i don’t know,” she said softly. “maybe?”

mikey’s jaw dropped. his arms shot out like he was trying to stop invisible traffic.

“okay, what is wrong with the two of you!? seriously?!!”

emma blinked, startled.

“you like him! he likes you! just be together already!” mikey threw his arms up again, spinning in a tiny circle. “jeez louise, happiness is not that difficult!”

“oh, listen,” emma said, getting to her feet now, flustered. “yes, i cried in the bathroom. and yes, that was weird!”

she began gesturing wildly. “but that doesn’t mean i’m in love with the guy!”

“really?” mikey shot back.

“yes! the fact is, i don’t know how i feel!”

mikey stepped forward, pointing dramatically. “yes, you do!”

emma stopped mid-motion.

“seeing him with someone else and crying about it? guess what?! that’s how you feel! that is nothing but how you feel!”

the room went still.

they stood across from each other — both breathing a little heavier now, the tension having finally caught up with them.

emma swallowed.

“okay, fine,” she snapped. “i have feelings for him. happy?!”

mikey grinned. “kind of, yeah.”

emma rolled her eyes so hard it looked painful. she let out a long, frustrated breath.

“but it doesn’t change anything,” she said, calmer now, quieter. “i still want commitment. and he’s still draken.”

mikey’s smile faded just slightly. “yeah…”

emma turned to the door, but stopped herself. she took a deep breath.

“what i should do is tell him who victoria is. so he can be happy.”

mikey threw up his hands again. “or you could tell him you’re into him, and then you could both be happy!”

they locked eyes again — less heated now, but still intense. the kind of silence that isn’t uncomfortable… just waiting.

then emma nodded, almost to herself.

“i’m gonna go find him.”

she turned toward the hallway, steps already picking up pace—

“wait.”

she stopped in the doorway.

turned back.

mikey tilted his head. “which one are you gonna tell him?”

emma looked down at the floor.

at her hands.

at the door again.

“…i have no idea.”

(..◜ᴗ◝..)

the ramen shop buzzed with soft noise — the clink of chopsticks, the steady slurp of noodles, laughter bubbling up from booth to booth.

in the back corner sat draken, mitsuya, and nahoya, crammed into their usual booth, the remains of their meal scattered in front of them. nahoya was halfway through reenacting some wild interaction from earlier that day — something about a lady with a parrot in her bag yelling at a vending machine — and both draken and mitsuya were laughing hard enough that nahoya had to pause to wipe his eyes.

“bro, she threw a can of ginger ale at me like it owed her money!” nahoya wheezed.

“i swear, you live in a sitcom,” mitsuya said, shaking his head.

draken was just about to wipe his mouth when the bell above the door jingled.

“hey guys,” came a voice.

they all turned to see emma standing in the entrance, a little hesitant but wearing a half-smile.

“emma,” nahoya grinned. “yo.”

“hey,” mitsuya greeted warmly.

draken straightened, surprised but glad. “hey.”

emma shifted slightly, eyes flicking toward him. “um, hey draken. can i talk to you outside for a second?”

draken blinked. “uh—yeah, sure.”

he stood, wiping his hands on a napkin as he cleared his throat. “what’s up?”

but just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

emma opened her mouth again. “i have to tell you something.”

he glanced down at the screen. “um…?”

emma nodded, understanding. “go ahead. pick it up.”

draken answered and held the phone to his ear. “hello?”

“draken, it’s me. takemichi.”

draken smiled faintly. “yo.”

“my lovely bride would like to say something to you,” takemichi added with a chuckle, before handing the phone off.

“draaaakeeeeen,” came hinata’s voice, dripping in sarcasm.

he could already hear airport chaos in the background.

“i’m sorry i hung up on you earlier,” she slurred just slightly, “but my new husband and this vodka cranberry, which by the way cost ten dollars and fifty cents at the airport bar,” — a pause as she shouted in the distance — “when is this plane going to board?!”

a faint, calming “sweet pea” from takemichi followed, trying to gently reel her back.

hinata cleared her throat. “anyway. i realized that sometimes i can act like a crazy person. and i don’t want my new husband thinking i’m a crazy person.”

draken chuckled. “it’s fine, hinata. seriously. don’t worry about it.”

in the booth, mitsuya gestured wildly, pantomiming eating — shoveling invisible forkfuls into his mouth.

“oh,” draken added into the phone, “and the guys were wondering where you got that cake.”

“cake?” hinata asked, confused for a second.

but behind him, emma had gone still.

the noise faded into a dull hum around her as a memory resurfaced — sudden and vivid.

she was in the bathroom stall, sniffling, red-eyed and emotionally wrecked. and then came that soft voice:

“why don’t you take this?”

a bouquet slid under the stall wall.

emma blinked, reached down, and pulled it toward her.

“sounds like you could use it,” the girl had said from the other side.

emma’s voice had cracked. “thank you. you’re very sweet.”

and then: “so are you a friend of the bride or groom?”

a pause.

“actually… neither.”

emma’s heart picked up as the flash faded and she blinked back into the present.

on the other end of the phone, hinata finally answered draken’s question.

“we got it from this bakery downtown,” she said. “it’s called—”

“sundrop sweets,” emma whispered.

draken’s head turned sharply toward her, stunned.

“sundrop sweets,” hinata repeated. “you should go there sometime. amazing frosting.”

draken’s hand slowly lowered the phone from his ear, hanging up without another word.

his eyes widened as it clicked.

he turned to mitsuya, voice low but electric with realization.

“she made the cake.”

draken was pacing now, eyes wild, voice climbing in pitch.

“she wasn’t on the guest list because she wasn’t a guest!!” he turned to mitsuya, pointing like a man possessed. “she made the cake!”

mitsuya blinked hard, like something in his soul had just clicked.

“she made that cake.” he stood slowly. “draken. this is the girl.”

draken stared at him.

“you gotta marry her. today.”

“what—?”

“no, listen to me,” mitsuya said, suddenly intense, gripping draken’s shoulders. “she’s gotta move in with us. do you understand me? this woman bakes.”

“i’m going down to that bakery,” draken declared, spinning on his heel, already halfway out the booth.

but mikey jumped up, grabbing him by the arm and whipping him back around. “no no no. don’t do it!”

mitsuya’s voice shot up an octave. “what are you talking about?!”

draken pointed at mikey, arms flailing now. “yeah! all day long you’ve been busting my apple bag about finding this girl!”

“i know, i know!” mikey said, sweating. “but maybe she’s just… not that into you.”

draken’s expression froze.

mikey hesitated, then added, eyes darting to emma, “and… and maybe that’s why she didn’t give you her number.”

he turned, slowly, dramatically.

“emma? care to chime in with anything?”

all eyes on her.

emma stood frozen, eyes locked with draken’s.

“…yes, draken.”

everyone held their breath.

emma exhaled, quietly but firmly.

“go get her.”

draken’s face lit up like a firework. “going!! getting!!!”

he rushed toward the door—only for nahoya to dramatically slide in front of him like a basketball defense move.

“oh my gosh i love this moment!” nahoya said, giddy, bouncing on his heels. “you know why? because i’m gonna say it. and this time, you’re gonna say yes.”

draken blinked. “nahoya not now—”

“ready?” nahoya rubbed his hands together. “are ya ready to say yes??”

he took a deep, theatrical breath.

“draken… it’s time to get a perm.”

draken, adrenaline pumping, fist in the air: “YES!!”

nahoya threw his arms up in triumph.

then draken paused. blinked.

“…no.”

“oh come on!!” nahoya whined, tossing a napkin at him.

(..◜ᴗ◝..)

the city glided past the windows in a blur of neon and brake lights, muted under the low hum of the engine and the occasional shuffle of a ramen wrapper in the backseat.

draken sat in the passenger seat, eyes fixed out the window, but he wasn’t seeing anything out there.

he was seeing her.

the piano room had faded behind them, and they stepped back into the reception hall.

it was empty.

no lights strung up. no laughing voices. no cake crumbs on plates.

just silence and the leftover sparkle of a party that had already come and gone.

“guess we were gone a while,” she said, glancing around.

draken chuckled. “did we miss the entire party?”

“entire,” she confirmed.

they both laughed, quietly — not the big kind, but the soft, breathy kind that stays with you.

and then she pouted, just a little.

“kinda wanted one dance.”

draken looked at her.

then held out a hand.

“then let’s dance.”

they moved together slowly, no music, just the hush of the empty room.

his hands were steady. hers were light on his shoulders.

her dress rustled gently when she swayed.

it was the kind of dance that made time feel embarrassed for ever trying to pass.

“sundrop sweets! this is it.”

mikey’s voice pulled draken sharply out of his head.

they pulled up to a little corner bakery, pastel-painted and glowing from the inside like it had its own sun.

mitsuya leaned forward, giving draken a firm pat on the shoulder. “good luck, dude. grab me a cupcake.”

draken didn’t move.

he just sat there, fingers tapping against his knee, staring at the front doors like he wasn’t sure what he’d see on the other side — or if he even deserved to see it.

“draken?” nahoya said carefully. “you still with us?”

their dance slowed to a stop.

they looked at each other.

and leaned in.

but just before their lips met, she pulled away — not cold, not apologetic, just… gentle.

a breath away from something real.

“there’s one flaw with tonight,” draken had said, his voice low.

she looked up at him. “what?”

he smiled softly. “i’m gonna have to feel the pain of seeing you walk out the door.”

she tilted her head. thought for a moment. then reached up and touched his chest lightly.

“then don’t watch me go.”

he blinked.

“close your eyes,” she said. “and count to five.”

he hesitated.

but did it anyway.

“one…”

“two…”

“three…”

he could hear her breathing.

“four…”

and then—

“five.”

he opened his eyes.

she was gone.

draken still hadn’t moved.

the guys were quiet now — even mikey — watching him carefully like the wrong word might tip him over.

he stared at the glowing bakery sign ahead.

sundrop sweets.

his jaw was tight. eyes stormy.

“maybe we both need that,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

mikey turned slightly. “need what?”

“this,” draken said softly, nodding toward the bakery. “to stay exactly what it is. a perfect night. no real names. no regrets.”

mitsuya blinked slowly. nahoya was chewing his gum like it was making him nervous.

draken exhaled, long and heavy.

“i mean, so many things go wrong in life. you plan, you build, you fight for things—” he looked down at his hands. “and still, it all falls apart.”

silence.

“but this… this is the one thing that never will.”

his voice dropped, like he was afraid to jinx it.

“it’ll always, always be pure, unadulterated, awesome.”

he turned toward the window, not quite looking in yet.

“if i walk in there,” he said slowly, “i’m robbing both of us of what could be. of what stayed perfect.”

nahoya squinted, leaned forward between the seats.

“dude, the meter’s running,” he said flatly. “crap or get off the pot.”

draken snapped his head around. “what?”

“i’m serious. i will not pay a dime over this.”

“yeah, yeah, i’m going,” draken muttered, pushing open the door.

the city air hit him first — cool, sharp, stirring the ends of his jacket.

he took a deep breath.

then turned toward the bakery.

he slowed as he walked past the big front window.

and there she was.

behind the glass, under warm lights and surrounded by colors and sugar and laughter he couldn’t hear — she was frosting cupcakes.

a small tray balanced on her arm. her brow slightly furrowed in concentration. she was smoothing the top of a swirl, the back of her hand dotted with flour.

she looked so real.

so un-magical in the most magical way.

no red dress. no fancy lights. no soft music playing.

just her. still that girl. but here, in the world, in her element.

his heart thudded.

draken opened the bakery door.

the bell above it chimed, light and bright.

cold air curled in behind him.

and the scent hit him hard — frosting, sugar, maybe a little almond. something citrusy. vanilla in the walls.

his boots touched tile, and everything in him stopped moving.

but in front of him, she didn’t look up yet.

she was still frosting, lost in the rhythm.

just as he’d been, not long ago, lost in the memory.

(..◜ᴗ◝..)

you finish smoothing the last swirl of frosting with a careful flick of your wrist, setting the cupcake down in the display tray with a quiet satisfaction.

your fingers are still a little sticky with sugar when the doorbell chimes.

you don’t look up right away — the sound of the bell is familiar, background noise most days — but something feels different this time.

heavier.

weighted.

you glance toward the door.

and there he is.

standing just inside the shop, like he doesn’t know what to do next.

hair a little messier. jacket half-zipped. eyes locked on you like you’re the only real thing in the room.

your breath catches.

your heart flips over.

and before you even realize you’re moving—

“oh thank god,” you say, voice breathless with relief.

and then you run.

you round the counter without hesitation and close the distance between you and draken like you’ve been waiting forever.

his arms barely open before you crash into him — arms wrapping tight around his neck, face tilted up, and your lips meet his in a kiss that feels like catching up on everything you lost the second you let go that night.

he kisses you back instantly.

it’s not delicate. it’s not rehearsed. it’s not even perfect.

but it’s real.

and it tastes like sugar.

and you never, not for one second, want to pull away.

his hands settle on your waist, grounding you.

you don’t speak. you don’t need to.

the kiss says it all — the missed chances, the “what ifs,” the five-second countdown, and every second since.

when you finally part, it’s just an inch — just enough to breathe the same air and rest your forehead against his.

you smile. he does too.

and outside the bakery window…

“WHOOOOO!!!”

nahoya’s face is pressed to the glass like a kid in a candy store — fittingly.

mikey’s hands are cupped around his eyes as he leans in, squinting. “they’re kissing!! they’re literally kissing right now!!”

mitsuya is behind them, grinning from ear to ear, arms in the air like he just scored a goal.

“HE FOUND HER!! BAKER GIRL IS REAL!!!”

a passerby slows down, staring at the spectacle.

“are they okay?” someone mumbles.

“NO,” nahoya shouts through the glass. “THEY’RE IN LOVE!!”

inside, draken groans softly, his forehead still resting against yours.

“i swear,” he mutters, lips brushing your temple, “they follow me everywhere.”

you laugh.

and suddenly — this moment, this shop, this chaos — ends the most perfect night you’ve ever had.

copyright © t4kalcvr 2025 all rights reserved

💬, this came directly out of how i met your mother season 1 episode 13 😭😭 i absolutely love this episode !!! ANYWAYS ENJOYYYY HUNNIESSSS !!!

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[iamfandomtrashandimproud]

Y/N: *Crying as everything around them is on fire*

Mikey: *Embraces Y/N* Baby, I knew you and I will die together someday.

Mikey: *Points at the farthest corner* Sanzu, you die over there.

[smiley1angry]

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝟏𝟖+

-if you ever make Sanzu being obsessed with you, you are as bad as him. First of all this man has no fear of anyone and anything except his boss, but believe me if Sanzu finds himself being crazy about you he would burn the whole world down.

-he loves to be in control, to be above you, he wants to know everything, everything about you and your life. He makes you tell every single details about you and your friends especially if you have other males in the friend group, even their phone numbers and addresses, and if you refuse to tell all their personal information? Believe me , he would digging deep into the ground to find all the informations he needs.

-He’d want to know everything about you—where you go, who you meet, what you think and damn even when you go to the bathroom, he needs to know everything, no exceptions.

-Aside of his sickening obsessive behavior, he’s mad jealous, you at the bar with your girls friends and one of them brings their boyfriend/ husband, trust me that guy would be recovering death threats. God protect you from his jealousy rage if you ever find yourself a guy best friend, Sanzu would make him go vanish as if you homeboy never existed in this world.

-if you ever have an argument with Sanzu, and you decide to go and yap about it with your homeboy? don’t be too surprised waking up next morning with a package at your doorstep with your homeboy’s body parts in it.

-the obsession he has with order and loyalty could turn into monitoring, following, or manipulating situations so he’s always close.

-he is very convinced that the only person you need in your life is him, you need friends? he’s there. you need a family? he is right behind you like a shadow. Sanzu sees your family and friends as “ issues/problems “ and he is very happy to “ solve” them in the most disgustingly brutal way.

-having Sanzu your personal stalker, number 1 fan means your would world is around him,him only.

-outside of his miserable and insane behavior he still loves to spoil you, bringing you little gifts that reminds him of you

-he would make a personalized knife with your name on it having your favorite color just in case you get in danger and he’s not there to protect you, which never happens because he is in fact always there.

-Haruchiyo is the type of guy who would pop up from nowhere. you have girls nights? he is there in the corner having an eye on you. you are doing grocery shopping? best believe he is right behind you. there’s no way you could escape this man’s grip

-he tries to protect you from danger but he is the danger himself which you cannot escape

-and if you ever try to run away and disappear, Lord knows what he will do with your loved ones as a “ punishment “ for your confidence, but if he is in a good mood, he would track you down even if it means he has to kill everyone in this world along himself

-he’s a crazy psychopath but he kisses the ground you walk on, he sees you as a goddess, he breathes you and sees you as the only woman in the whole universe and world, you are he’s everything and everything you need is him. Sanzu Haruchiyo

[smiley1angry]

𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

trigger warnings: abuse,manipulation, dark content, illegal activities, mention of sexual activity , and everything dark stuff

MINORS DNI

Characters: Sano Manjiro, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Haijime Kokonoi, Haitani Ran, Haitani Rindou, Takeomi Akashi , Kakucho Hitto + bonus character Hanma Shuji

Sano Manjiro

-let’s be honest, Mikey had shut down his own emotions a long time ago, what makes you think this man would ever return your feelings?

-when you finally got enough confidence to speak up and confess your feelings to Mikey, he didn’t react at all, said nothing just stared in your eyes lifelessly , surprised?

- he doesn’t give a damn about you nor your feelings, he only keeps you with him for support, nothing else. he doesn’t even have the idea of putting his dick in you, like c’mon

-Mikey knowing your true feelings for him only gives him the opportunity to use you however he pleases,knowing you too damn in love to realize this guy sees you nothing more but a toy, his personal toy

-and if you dare to step back and quit being his lil toy? be prepared for everything because this man haven’t even showed you his full potential of threatening and making anyone’s life miserable and true hell

- so if you confessed your love for Sano Manjiro, there’s no going back. From now on you are his own personal toy

Sanzu Haruchiyo

-The Mad Dog , do I have to explain more than this?

-he is a crazy lunatic who probably has drug addiction and you managed to fall for this guy? are you sane?

-but just like Mikey he does not care about you nor your feelings, and knowing this he is gonna use you , no matter what. He knows damn well that he is a miserable man and a criminal on the top, he cannot treat you how you dreamed

-he's gonna play with you , like c'mon what did you expected from this guy seriously?

-and for your surprise he's a sadist , rather you like it or not he always will find a way to hurt you in any way, especially knowing that you have fallen for him

-and if you every try to leave him? oh boy... this man would gaslight you so damn good he even gives you little challenges , making you do terrible things just to make sure you never again question your own feelings and loyalty for him . because loyalty means everything to him

-don't dream about a healthy relationship with him , because this man's vocabulary does not contain the word healthy

-life with Sanzu is only a passionate game testing how far would you go for him, he is a great fuck tho

Hajime Kokonoi

-first of all you know his love story with Akane, he has eyes for her and only her no matter what! like let's not forget that he's so in love with Akane he even sees her in Inupi

-when you tell him that you have fallen for him Koko laughs it off, he says you are mistaken and you did not fallen for him you just be messing around, because knowing Kokonoi's story , how he became good with money making and everyone sees him only a subject to be used for more money, practically he is used too for his financial skills and Koko thinks that you only want him for his money

-even so you explain that you don't see him as a personal bank, and your feelings are true he cuts you off with his cold logic

-but if its love than it's loyalty too, and like everyone else in Bonten he will turn it against you

-no matter what you do or what you say, Hajime will never take you seriously , he doesn't even like you. He thinks that you are worthless, good with nothing and would never see you like he sees Akane. And believe me he's not scared to remind you that Akane is everything while you are nothing

-you only give him flashbacks about his past, and everything he lost, he even treats you like shit

Haitani Ran

-he laughs, he's so unserious Ran thinks that you just had too much drinks

-but the idea of making you believe he loves you too played too much in this mind, and in the end, he started playing with you

-Ran loves the idea of having you around, watching you being so good and obedient for him like a well trained puppy, it feeds his ego so damn bad

-loves showing you off , at clubs, meetings or anywhere in general, watching others drooling after you it makes him more proud of himself how good he manipulates you, and guess what? you don't even know about it. you think you hit the jackpot but instead you fall into his little game

-oh and trust me you are not the only one into this little game of his, believe me Ran has a bunch of others ladies under his bed sheets

Haitani Rindou

-this guy has no idea what the fuck you are talking about

-not like his brother he doesn't see you as a benefactor or anything. shit he doesn't know how did you fall for him like he was clearly just using you for a good time

-as you confess this guy shuts you down with his cold dry answers , or just simply ignores your whole presence as if you are no longer existing

-he doesn't find any fun in using you nor fucking you at some point. he drops you off just like that. simple

-and trust he does this with everyone, after all he knows what he is doing in bed and he handsome

Takeomi Akashi

-listen, this guy can be your father at this point

-he is such a creep, he only has eyes for younger women in their 20's, like each club he goes to everyone knows when he shows up young chicks can only satisfy him

-when he hears you confessing he thinks that you just messing around, but as soon as he realize you aren't joking he completely changes

-he doesn't want anything serios after all he is in his mid 30's he never was interested in anything serios just a quick fuck and that's all

-he tries to explain that you are too " young" to understand your own feelings and this is only a moment of heat , nothing serios even tho you stand up on your feet and speak up he cuts you off saying he lives longer than you and he knows what you saying

-he still calls you for a round or two

Kakucho Hitto

-he would take it seriously, not like the others. He even would be carried away by the fact that you confessed. I mean he always dreamed about a nice and cozy family but somehow God had others plans for him

-believe me this guy would stalking you, being possessive there's no me time for you , it's only Kakucho time

-he would be tracking you if you ever try to go somewhere without him, oh and let's not forget about his jealousy issues. If you take your eyes of off him he would be thinking you have someone else in your life

-love and loyalty means everything for Kakucho, so if you had the balls to confess to him, babe it's a ride or die because believe me this man would never let you leave him not even having the slightest idea of getting ride of him

-he would use you with your own emotions if it needed

-biggest gaslighter

Hanma Shuji

-biggest womanizer in Tokyo Revengers

-you are one of his toys nothing much, and trust you ain't the only one who falls in love with this man, i mean look at him , he's tall, muscular body, tattoos, good fashion sense , deep voice and the cherry on top this guy knows to fuck, better than anyone in TR

-but somehow you are his favorite toy, he loves to play with you as if you were his little mouse

-he doesn't give two fucks about you, he wants to fuck and loves that you would be doing anything even begging on your knees just to get attention

-he loves when you forget you are a human being, and you even consider yourself as his little toy

-just like Sanzu he is sadistic too, but not as bad as Sanzu, he loves to hurt and abuse you but not really physically more like mentally , he just loves your emotionless face

-and just like Ran, he has other chicks too, but still you are his favorite

[smiley1angry]

Warning: English is not my first language so please forgive my grammar mistakes

Trigger warning : since it’s a Tokyo Revengers fanfic violence is involved, mention of age gap, murdering, angst with a smuth ending , abusive behavior and everything else and manipulation

18+

Contains: life as Hanma’s toy

𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

Life never was a fairytale, where everything went smoothly, perfect childhood with loving and caring parents who did everything for their kids future, a loving husband who spoils his wife rotten and even kisses the ground she walks on, and amazingly perfect kids , none of them a troublemaker who brings shame on their parents name, and makes them even more disappointed daily. Such an untouchable dream. But God had other plans for fallen angels, especially Y/N’s case.

She was abandoned by her mother at a very young age, she travelled to foster care to foster care until she finally reached 18, she always dreamed of a perfect family, but unfortunately all she got was moldy bread with some expired milk and on top of that, none of her foster parents were sweethearts. But she got used to it, what she could even do? A child, a baby girl such as herself wouldn’t even survive a day on Shinjuku streets. She was weak, good for nothing, her [ hair color] hair was always so messy as if it were a bird nest, her eyes were always so tired, but how she could even sleep? when the man of the house would be terrorizing her day and night, braking about all the things they did for her and she doesn’t even pay any mind to wash the dishes away. Poor child was treated as a housekeeper and even a personal maid, but did the parents even cared? that’s another story.

But as she finally reached the big age of 18, she left. She didn’t even looked behind, life is tough but somehow gotta survive no? Y/N started living on the streets, like some overgrown rat, eating leftovers that was thrown in the trash or stealing some apples on the nearby market, that’s how she managed to survive. Later on she tried pickpocketing, until she got caught and got her ass beaten by a grown adult, did she win? of course not, she was weaker than a new born baby, but by the time passed she mastered her skills. Yet she was suck at fighting or even defending herself against the enemies but she learned how to be a good thief. That’s how she rolled, going on day by day stealing food and even money to survive, it was hard but she managed to get on her feet.

One day she was wondering around Shinjuku’s streets looking for another target, could be a rich man or a rich woman [Y/N] didn’t cared. She needed money for today’s meal. For her luck her eyes spotted a very tall man, his outfit wasn’t ordinary, it was so unique and screamed how expensive it was it gained everyone’s attention. The man was also wondering around just like [Y/N], but the difference is the young woman was hunting and the man in front of her seemed to be visiting the city, payed no mind at all, there was no thoughts. behind those golden eyes. “ I guess he would mind if I take some money…right?”

She thought to herself as if she started sneaking behind the man, scanning all his movements, the way he held the cigarette in his hand, she was stunned by his hand tattoos, “ Sin” written on his left hand and “ Punishment “ on his right. Just like a thug but a rich well mannered thug, even his cologne had an expensive smell, Jackpot.

While Hanma got closer to the people who were found at the local market, disappearing in the crowd, [Y/N] followed like a lost dog. As if no one else existed in this world but him, only him.

Right before Hanma could’ve turn around the corner the young woman wasted no time and as Hanma pulled out his pocket of cigarettes to light on another [Y/N] sneaked behind and grabbed his wallet as fast as she could, when her fingers touched the wallet she immediately turned on her heels to run off, but she couldn’t. “ huh?!”

Then she realized, the man who was her opponent was clearly aware of her actions and even of her plan. “ but how?!” She was scared, more to say terrified, she not just tired to stole from a thug, yet she’s going to get killed right on spot!

-Stealing is not nice, ya know?

He’s voice was deep, turned more deeper as he blowed out the smoke. His right hand clenching on [Y/N]’s wrist while with his left hand was holding the cigarette against his lips, Hanma didn’t even blinked not even once, he was staring at the short girl who barely was even tall enough to reach his chest.

- Aren’t ya too young to be wondering around and stealing like a damn rat?

He spoke again. His voice…damn his voice was so cold yet warm at the same time [Y/N] was too stunned to speak, she was mesmerized by his whole body, experience, charisma. Her nose and even her puffy and dirty cheeks turned pink, her heart was beating like never before, she’s going to die right? It’s not normal for a human being to have such a fast heartbeat right?

- I’m not a kid you know? I’m an adult especially not a rat…

She finally spoke back, her voice was shaking yet sweet as honey. She was prepared for everything, I mean she got caught stealing another person’s wallet. He probably beat her which wouldn’t be a surprise since of his hand tattoos, or worse he would turn her in.

- I’m hungry

And as she spoke those words her stomach began to growl, she wasn’t hungry, she was starving and Hanma knew that. After all the girl was aiming his wallet for a reason, she was so skinny bones were almost pocking her skin, bruises and wounds all over her body, she was dirty and stinky with only a set of clothes which were already ripped. The man couldn’t even guess her hair color, not even talking about if it’s straight or curled, it was a mystery at the moment. Her bare feet were cracked , dirty and dusty. She looked like a rat.

Even tho her presence wasn’t really pleasant her thief skills was unbelievably good, Hanma thought. She was quite just like a mouse and sneaky like a fox and fast as a cheetah. But not fast enough to play out Hanma’s skills. He was already an old dog, in his 28 years got enough chances to master all his skills and tricks to survive on the streets, Hanma was once a rat himself back in his youth. He felt bad to see the girl’s condition, she was way younger than him doing all the things he did back then. He felt empathy? It’s not Hanma’s thing. After all he’s a rough guy and a fearless criminal who kills people for fun, how could a man like him even feel sorry for anyone other than himself?

-Come with me.

And that’s how Hanma and [Y/N]’s story started. It was all just the beginning and she had no idea what’s going to happen next. Hanma took the girl home, gave her food,clean clothes, a bath and a place to stay. In exchange of her ability to steal. Hanma knew that his boss Kisaki Tetta wouldn’t be happy about his right hand bringing back to the headquarters a stray, but even Kisaki saw the potential in the girl as Hanma told everything. [Y/N] without her knowledge became a wanted criminal, but she didn’t minded. After all she got saved from the streets and the price she has to pay was manageable, it was just stealing not a big of a deal. She loved to steal.

As the years passed she got more and more into Hanma, after all he was the only person who took good care of her, gave her attention and made her feel loved. She was his puppy, walking after him everytime when Hanma left the house, sticking to his side like a loyal dog, if she would have a tail she would wag it every time Hanma’s voice echoed or he showed up. The gang members started calling her secretly “ Hanma’s puppy” because she was so beautiful, loyal ,clever and what Hanma loved in her the most she was obedient and controllable

This toxic relationship between Hanma and [Y/N] didn’t changed not even after 2 years of livi together. She was so naive, oh and he loved it in her so much, the way she jumped each time when he called out for her, the way she always was there to please him after a long day, lapping between his legs mouth filled of his dick, while [Y/N] squeaked each time when Hanma shoved more and more inches down on her throat.

-Come on baby~ you can take more than that

He growled, while smirking as the girl tried her best to fulfill his wishes, struggling to take every inch and every drop of him. Her jaw was so sore but she didn’t give up until Hanma was satisfied with her.

-That’s my girl ~ that’s my girl right there ~

He was so proud of himself, he trained her so good and so well. After all without him she would be rotting on the streets. [Y/N] promised to herself to follow him, fulfill his wishes and follow him through tick and tin, after all, he gave her a life so she owns him with her own.

He was her savior, her knight in shining armor, her hero, her God.

-I love you Hanma, very very much

She whined out after swallowing each drop that she had in her mouth, wiping her mouth slowly crawled up on the man’s bare chest, while his hand sneaked up on her sides slowly stroking her soft and delicate skin with his long and tick fingers.

- I would do anything for you, and everything. I would take lifes if it needed.

She whispered melting into his touch and beautiful golden eyes. His presence was rough along with his looks yet somehow his hands were so soft on her skin like a feather. Hanma smiled eagerly, her words were music to his ears, he was 100% that this girl would go menace and kill bunch of people just to hear him calling her “ good girl” Oh she loved so much when Hanma praised her, after all how can he not praise his obedient little puppy when she works so hard to please him.

-Don’t get your hands dirty now pretty, leave that for me. Just be a good girl and do what i say and i will love you even more~

Those words kept her alive day by day, Hanma didn’t loved her, hell he didn’t even liked her at all. Yes she was gorgeous, beautiful woman with godly eyes and body but Hanma had enough women. How could be in love with his toy? After all he was using her.

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Warnings: English is not my first language so excuse my grammar mistakes

Trigger warning: mention of pregnancy, mention of death, little angst , a little age gap

Contains : this is a modern au where Sukuna is a sorcerer in Jujutsu High

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡

The moonlight peaked out of the curtains in the big shared bedroom. The tv was on silent only the screen was on, a romantic movie of course, that’s why it was on mute, he hated the sloppy and lovely dovely scenes and monologues. His big muscled body was laid on the soft mattress shirtless ,only having a thin blanket on his waist. The man hummed in curiosity, he stared at his wife who was currently laying aganist his side while she held a laptop on her lap.

“Oh! I remember this one!” she pointed at the screen where an old high school picture popped up, it was her on the picture and other three classmates of hers “ After taking this picture I met you and your… brother “ she mumbled the last part slowly turning around her head back to see the male’s reaction to the mention of his brother but her husband just gave her a nod go continue.

“You just returned from your mission with Jin. I have only heard of you by that time but never really seen you before in person “ the h/c woman began to speak while a light smile appeared on her face “ You weren’t that annoying back then…” the pink haired man remarked making Y/N groan “ I am definitely not annoying! I’m just moody!” she corrected Sukuna and rolled her eyes at the man. “ Same thing”

Back then everything was a bit different especially between them, Y/N was just a student while Sukuna was already a sorcerer by the time. She was young and lively, a bunch of joy, everyone adored her especially her classmates. The other students, Utahime and Mei Mei had warned her about the Itadori twins especially about the older one. Tattoos covered his body and face, piercings in his ear while his face expression wasn’t the friendliest. When that famous picture was taken the twis had just returned from a mission.

Y/N was sitting on a bench with Shoko, both of them having a cigarette between their lips as the boys was already introducing themselves to Jin and Sukuna. The young brother was extremely happy and excited to finally meet the soon to be sorcerers yet Sukuna wasn’t very touched by the moment, he just groaned and rolled his eyes at everything they said especially when Gojo started talking.

Y/N noticed Sukuna’s behavior and it made her curious why he gotta act out of the line when the others was just being friendly “ Hey Shoko… why is that tattooed guy acting so bitchy?” she asked Shoko while puffed out the smoke “ No idea but i would been doing the same if Satoru start yapping…” Shoko replied with a chuckle and both of them continued staring at the group until Sukuna had noticed the eyes on him, he got extremely pissed so he walked over the girl table “ Something got in your eyes princess? Your eyes almost fell out” the man said with a smirk on his lip and stood in front of Y/N crossed arm. “ Actually… yes , a bitch got in my eyes and standing in front of me” she smiled sweetly while and irk mark had popped up on Sukuna’s forehead. And just like that, they always stick together, Y/N loved to annoy him and Sukuna loved making Y/N laugh. At the second meeting they started dating and at the end of the year Sukuna had proposed to Y/N, at the time she was 19 while he 23, yet they could never regret anything.

“ Like I said… you were annoying back then as well” he said with an eye roll as Y/N finished her speech of the past. Sukuna let out a sigh and started stroking her soft hair as a light smile appeared on his lips “ You are just saying this because you were already crazy in love with me!” she laughed and skipped to the other picture, she stopped laughing, she was quite and felt Sukuna’s heartbeat going faster. It was a picture of Sukuna and the 2 years old Yuji laying on the couch , as a fluffy blanket was on the top of both of them.

It was a day after Jin’s funeral, Y/N could see Yuji’s puffy cheek from hours of crying on the picture, Sukuna was in the same state as his nephew, but he stayed strong in front of Yuji, he needed to stay strong. “ I think we should stop…” Y/N suggested and put her laptop on the side so she could turn towards Sukuna slowly stroking his cheek. The man got man by the picture, since Jin’s death he still blame’s himself of everything what happened “ It’s fine… it’s just… pisses me off” Sukuna mutured leaning into her touch “ It wasn’t your fault, Sukuna. You had no choice “ she whispered softly getting on the top of him, sitting in his lap while she slowly stroked his knuckles “ I could’ve save him… that’s was pisses me off the must… yet I choose to save myself instead, I knew Jin wasn’t even close to my level yet… Big brothers always protects their young siblings… but I faild” Sukuna confessed squeezing his fists together and closed his eyes while greeting his teeth “ and now that brat is all alone” he whispered and slowly got up laying Y/N down on the shared bed.

“ Yuji grew up with you just amazing, he loves you and cares for you deeply, Jin was never mad at you and I believe your brother is really proud of you, look at you, Yuji is already 16, a strong kid just like you, a replica of you is on the way, and you have me, since high school “ Y/N chuckled softly and watched as Sukuna during her speech rolled her shirt up and started stroking her 7 months old pregnant belly, at each strokes he got little kicks in answer. The man stayed quiet and focused on her pregnant belly seeing as his son got excited by his affection.

“ You always know how to calm me down aren’t you?” He whispered and laid his head on her chest so she could have a better view of her round belly “ That’s because I know you for such a long time, and you are my everything “ she whispered and kissed his head softly. She slowly closed her eyes and relaxed until his touch. Back then he was a maniac, a crazy lunatic who started unnecessary fights with everyone, but right now he just wants to be enough for his wife and unborn child.

[smiley1angry]

Warnings: English is not my first language please excuse my grammar mistakes.

Contains: Douma x child reader

𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤

The forest was quiet as always only few little noises could hear through the trees. The sky was breathtaking the moon was sparkling in the middle of the dark blue sky with many stars around. It was peaceful sight yet nothing last forever.

A woman painful scream broke the peace of the forest. She was crying for help begging for mercy yet no one heard her screams snd cries. The branches under her feet cracked in two as she tried away from the danger. She hold her kimono close to her chest protectively as the monster behind the woods got close and closer to the woman. “ P-Please…! Have mercy on me…! I’m with child she’s just a new born baby please!” She begged and begged but her words wasn’t useful against the demon in front of her. The rainbow eyes just brightened in the darkness of the forest “ My my! I can’t let you go now “ he smirked taking few steps close again “ You know I love women who begs for mercy…. It’s so pathetic yet adorable ~” with a swing of his hand grabbed the woman and pulled her closer “ don’t worry my dear you will be with your child soon enough ~” he whispered to the woman’s ear and with swing cut the woman’s neck.

Douma after finishing off the woman wiped his lips “ poor you… you were a beautiful woman but your voice my dear… unbelievably annoying “ he tossed the bones away and stretched his back “ now then… let’s go back to business… we haven’t found the boy with hanafuda earrings “ tiny crying noises broke Douma’s little monologue. Immediately turned his head to the direction where the noise came from. Under the tree was a the woman’s kimono soaked in blood. Douma didn’t noticed the tiny human creature until now since he was too busy chewing on the woman’s body parts. The upper moon three lifted the kimono up and his rainbow eyes landed on a tiny human baby who was shivering in cold. The baby had light blue eyes just as unique as Douman’s eyes was. The male immediately got amazed by the beauty of the baby’s eyes “ look at you… for a human child you are incredibly beautiful… see? we got special eyes isn’t it amazing ~! “ the male chuckled the picked the baby up “ you are special just like me… I don’t want to kill you! Instead I’m keeping you like my own baby” he laughed hugging the baby close to his face. The child in Douma’s arms calmed down and snuggled close to the demon staring at him with those big light blue eyes of hers. Douma found himself admiring the child in his arms for some reason he had no interest in hurting or killing the baby but protect and raise her like his own. “ you are so adored… y/n… a special name for a special child “

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Imagine Winter Solider being forced to raise a child around 3-4 years old because the HYDRA kidnapped them. And Winter Solider just falls in love with the child and protects them from everything.