#mochizuki

[neurodivergentminor]

So Is this the Fate ? 

Description: This is the story of Ran Haitani — a name that’s enough to make even the toughest men shiver. One of the most feared yet charismatic executives in Bonten, Tokyo’s most notorious criminal organization. But behind closed door he love his daughter Reiko. This story revolve around his fatherhood as single father also one of most wanted criminal.

Warinngs: Age gap (reader is around 23 and ran is like around 30s) , Reader is gyaru, Single mother x single father, potentially dead dove (bonten is included itself sounds like warning lol), hostess, club, mild voilence, crude language, sexual theme etc.

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

Ran Haitani. Just hearing his name sent an icy chill through anyone who breathed the underground air of their world. An executive in one of the deadliest criminal organizations, he was known as much for his ruthless precision as for his cold, calculating presence. Alongside his younger brother, Rindou, the Haitani brothers were a force to be feared. Together, they'd crushed rivals, settled scores, and built a reputation soaked in blood. But behind all that, behind the cold steel and the danger, Ran was a man fiercely protective of the only light left in his life his daughter, Reiko.

Reiko was five years old now a sweet, curious kid with bright eyes and a laugh that could crack through Ran's hardest day. She had no idea about the chaos her father and uncle navigated daily. No clue that the people she called family lived in a world ruled by violence and betrayal. She just knew she was loved.

His wife or we can say the mother of his daughter had died giving birth to Reiko. Five years. Five years of barely sleeping, barely eating, drowning in grief that refused to loosen its grip. Ran had buried that pain deep inside, hiding behind a wall of cold efficiency. But every day, the responsibility of raising Reiko rested heavier on his shoulders. That's why Rindou had become more than a brother — he'd become a second father to Reiko he often watch over Reiko with a tenderness rare in their violent world.

The gang, however, didn't understand. They saw Reiko as a liability.

During a late-night meeting in the dimly lit backroom of their penthouse, Sanzu slammed his fist on the table, eyes blazing. "Ran, what the fuck are you thinking? Bringing a kid into this shitshow? You're wasting your time chasing after a fucking toddler when you should be watching your back."

Kakucho snorted from the corner. "Yeah, and what if some idiot from a rival gang decides to send a message? Your daughter's sitting ducks out here."

Mikey leaned forward, his voice low but sharp. "This isn't a daycare, Haitani. You want to keep her safe? Find a place for her. A real one. Let the pros handle it."

Ran's jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached, but he kept his voice even. "I'm not about to hand my daughter off to strangers who don't understand what it means to live like we do. This world... it's dangerous."

Mochizuki, quieter but no less serious, slid a brochure across the table. "There's a spot nearby. Trusted staff. No cops sniffing around. You can't always be here."

Ran flicked the paper aside, frustration burning behind his eyes. "I don't want to hear it."

Still, reality forced their hand. After weeks of arguments, Ran and Rindou enrolled Reiko in the daycare closest to their penthouse — a rundown but discreet place with staff who understood their need for secrecy. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than the constant risk of keeping Reiko with them in their dangerous world.

Days passed in a blur of meetings, gunfire, and back-alley deals. Ran and Rindou's schedules tightened, and they often arrived late to pick up Reiko, guilt gnawing at them.

But Reiko thrived.

Every time they finally showed up, she was radiant, bubbling over with stories about her day. And always, the same name came up.

"Nene-chan!" she'd squeal, pulling Ran's tired hand. "She's so cool! She showed me how to make paper cranes! And she has the prettiest hair clips!"

Rindou smirked, nudging Ran during one pickup. "See? Your daughter's got herself a best friend."

Ran grunted, half-smiling despite himself.

One evening, as they gathered Reiko's things, Rindou teased, "You should ask Nene's mom out, Ran. Could be good for you."

Ran shot him a sharp glare. "You're a dumbass."

Rindou laughed. "I'm serious. That kid seems nice. Maybe it's time you tried something normal."

Ran exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. "This isn't normal. I'm not handing Reiko off to someone I don't know. Not after what happened to her mother."

Later that night, after tucking Reiko in, Ran stood by the window, cigarette glowing in the dark. The city lights flickered below like distant stars.

Rindou leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "You're obsessing."

Ran's voice was low, heavy. "I'm doing what any father would. She's all I have left."

He pulled out his phone, thumb hovering over contacts before dialing.

"Find everything you can on Nene. Background, family, anything. No half-measures. I want to know she's safe for Reiko. If there's dirt, find it. I don't care what it takes."

Rindou shook his head, the usual smirk replaced with concern. "The boss is gonna lose it when he hears we're babysitting on gang time."

Ran crushed the cigarette under his boot, eyes dark and unwavering. "Let him come. I'll deal with him."

Turning back to the quiet room, Ran whispered, almost to himself, "I won't lose her. Not like I lost her mother."

The next day, Ran and Rindou Haitani showed up to pick Reiko embarrassingly late—again. Even for them, it was fucking unacceptable.

They hadn't even called this time. Just assumed the kids were fine. But the moment Ran stepped out of the elevator and into the hallway, he muttered, "Fuck... what if she's cryin'? Dark room, no food, screaming her lungs out..."

"Don't be dramatic, aniki," Rindou replied, though he was chewing his gum like a man on death row. "Worst case, she bit someone."

Still, guilt tugged sharp at the edges of their pride. Ran wasn't the best dad, sure, but Reiko was his. And the thought of her thinking he forgot her? Nah. That shit didn't sit right.

He rapped on the door. Both held their breath. No sound inside. Then the lock clicked.

And the door opened to a sight neither of them expected.

Warm lamplight bathed the small living room in soft gold. Toys were scattered but organized, a scent of strawberry-scented cleaner lingering in the air. On the mat, two little girls Reiko and another were seated with bricks and giggling, proudly building what looked like a sparkly, pastel-colored castle.

You were on the side, half-lounging on a floor cushion, legs folded under you. Voice light. Smile easy. Nails long and perfectly done in faded glitter ombré. Your hoodie was oversized, some cute pastel brand they didn't recognize, slipping off one shoulder and exposing a thin satin strap beneath. A pair of pale pink fuzzy socks covered your legs halfway up to your thighs, decorated with tiny bows and a frilly edge.

Ran's gaze dragged over you slowly, brows slightly pinched. Himekaji? Gyaru? Kogal? Some weird fusion? He couldn't tell. All he knew was that your lashes were long, your gloss sparkled, and you looked far too fucking young to be a mom.

Rindou leaned in with a murmur. "Cute. She the babysitter?"

"Maybe Nene's older sister," Ran muttered back, tilting his head, eyes still glued to the curve of your lips as you encouraged the girls. "Don't see a ring."

"Yeah, and I don't see you makin' a move without sayin something stupid."

Ran didn't get the chance to respond because suddenly the little girl Nene threw herself into your lap, shouting, "Mama! Look! Reiko-chan made a rainbow tower!"

You beamed at her, fingers brushing her bangs back, voice soft and gentle. "Wow, you guys really went all out. That's a big one. Think it'll stay standing 'til Papa sees it?"

And then, as if that wasn't enough to melt the Haitanis' brains, Reiko followed suit—climbing halfway onto your side and wrapping an arm around you like she belonged there. "Nene-chan's mama is so cool! She smells nice and doesn't yell like my old papa and uncle. She knows how to make pancakes and do eyeliner!"

Rindou made a sound halfway between a choke and a laugh. "She just cooked you alive, aniki."

Ran's jaw clenched.

But he schooled his expression quickly, clearing his throat and stepping forward. Smoothing a hand through his loose waves, he offered the signature look—chin tilted, eyes half-lidded, voice dipped low.

"You must be Nene-chan's sister?" he asked casually, letting a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth. You didn't even look up . Just shifted Nene in your lap and sighed softly, still focused on the tower. "Nope," you said. "I'm her mom."

Rindou's brows shot up.

Ran blinked. "You're kidding."

Now you looked up. Just enough to meet his gaze. Calm. Unimpressed.

"Why would I lie about that?" you replied smoothly, eyes drifting down to the chain around his neck, then back up. "You the one who thinks being tall and smug makes you right?"

Rindou barked a laugh again. "She's got you pegged."

Ran gave him a side-glare before stepping closer, pushing past it. "Didn't mean anything by it. Just... didn't expect a mom to look like—" he waved his hand vaguely at your outfit, then added, "—that."

You arched a brow. "Like what?"

"Like you just walked outta a hostess bar in Kabukicho."

"Maybe I did," you said, tone even. "What, hostess moms don't get to raise kids now?"

Ran paused. You'd hit something raw.

Rindou, ever the opportunist, slid closer with a grin. "Ignore my aniki. He's just grumpy 'cause he's losing his edge. Happens after thirty-five."

"Speak for yourself, ojisan," you said, your voice light but firm, head tilting just a little. "Both of you showed up late with no call, no heads-up. If anyone's looking washed, it's y'all."

Ran stiffened. "Oi. Who you callin' ojisan?"

"You," you said, without blinking. "You're, what, thirty-six? That's textbook uncle energy."

Nene giggled. "Mama said anyone who's older than twenty-eight and forgets to charge their phone is ojisan."

Reiko nodded like it was gospel. "And ojisans drink convenience store coffee and wear silver chains."

Ran looked personally attacked.

You stood then, lifting Nene with ease, handing Reiko her little bunny backpack with the other hand. "She's eaten, and her homework's done. Don't worry, I didn't teach her any bad words—except for 'fuckboy,' but she didn't remember it."

Rindou grinned. "Nice. She's learning early."

Ran ran a hand down his face. "This is a fuckin' fever dream."

Then, as you leaned down to pass Reiko over, your hair fell forward just slightly, and Ran caught the faintest whiff of your perfume—sweet, floral, expensive. His stomach tensed. His brain short-circuited.

You noticed.

"Try not to be late next time," you said, tone still polite, but firm. "She was fine today, but next time she might think her daddy doesn't care."

Ran opened his mouth. Closed it.

You smiled. "Night, ojisan."

Door shut.

Silence.

Ran stood in the hallway, holding Reiko's bag like it had bricks in it. Rindou just stared at the door, jaw slack.

Finally, Ran exhaled. "That woman's a fucking menace."

"Hot menace," Rindou muttered.

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

Part 2

[frickingnerd]

best friends to lovers with ryoji

pairing: ryoji mochizuki x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff (tiny bit of angst), reader trying to hide their feelings, serious!ryoji, confession + happy ending

ryoji treats you almost like he treats everyone else; he's overly flirty and over the top charming towards you! but you two always laugh it off together, since you never take his flirting seriously

honestly, ryoji uses you as someone to try out pick up lines and flirting techniques on. if you like them, chances are that he can score a date or two with a cute girl that way!

and on top of all that, ryoji is overly affectionate and touchy with you. he feels so comfortable with you, so he constantly has his arms around you or is even kissing your cheek or forehead

for the longest time, ryoji is blindly pursuing other girls at school, while you try to ignore the feelings you have for your best friend. you know you shouldn't like him, so you try and convince yourself that you don't!

until eventually, you can't deny your crush anymore. and it's becoming painful to be around him, so you try to distance yourself, so you won't have to watch ryoji flirt with every girl under the sun anymore…

but once you distance yourself from him, ryoji realizes just how much you mean to him. even as he has success with other girls, he can't enjoy it. he's constantly thinking about you

and then it hits him. why date some random girls from school who only like him for the persona he plays, when he has you, his best friend, who accepts him for his real self?

ryoji is quick to confess to you. and not in his silly and flirty way, but with genuine seriousness. he loves you and you need to know that he means it!

once you two finally confessed to your feelings, it's a mix of laughter and tears. it's painful that it took you so long, but you're happy and relieved that you two finally found your way to each other…

[bitemevanitas]

NEW CHAPTER IN JULY‼️

[jelliikiss]

Sutures Ch. 1

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist - Sutures Masterlist

-(Various x Reader)

Summary: Struck with tragedy, medical student (Name) is down on her luck and in need of a better job. Looking for fast money, she attends an interview for a job at a local club. Unfortuantely, she finds herself tangled in the web of the crime organization Bonten with no clean way out.

Warnings: Profanity, suggestive themes

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The life insurance of your mother was a bittersweet relief. Her unexpected passing during her radiation treatments had left you scraping for money to not only cover the funeral expenses, but the loans taken out to pay for her treatments. Her cancer had come back with a vengeance and was successful. While a huge help, you severely lacked money you unfortunately needed. While the funeral was covered, a portion of her cancer treatment cost was still needed.

“Fuck.” You ran your hands through your hair, pushing it back unsuccessfully. The knots of unbrushed hair reminded you that you weren’t well. Seven weeks had passed, allowing you to come to terms with this new reality. The letters from the hungry bill collectors however kept bringing you back to that hospital room. Back in that uncomfortable chair were you watched helpless, as your mother passed. Huffing, you crumbled the letters in front of you.

As a doctor, you would receive better pay than your current summer job as a CNA, but that was still over a year away. The new term was also coming up which meant an even bigger bill was waiting to swallow you whole. Working everyday had helped chip away at the growing loans, but it was not enough.

Standing up from your mother's desk, now yours, you threw yourself on the unmade bed. Staring at the ceiling as you waited for a solution to your problems to bust through the door. The lack of noise however reinforced your frustrations that there was no one else who could save you but you. Turning to look at the vases of decaying pity flowers on the dresser, you practiced how you would evade revealing your situation to your grandmother.

Money was tight. You were strapped for money for not only medical expenses and school loans, but also living expenses. Any savings you had, were now drained in attempt to get your life together.

Grandmother has suffered enough and has helped more than enough with our money troubles. Sighing, you cover your eyes with your forearm. Burying her daughter is more than enough for her to endure.

These past weeks were spent working, checking on grandmother and arranging paperwork. By the grace of God, you had finally managed to convince your grandmother to move in with your great aunt in the countryside for the time being to get away from everything. The fresh air and company would ensure that during the upcoming term your grandmother wouldn't feel lonely and it would give you time to get things in order.

Pondering as to how you’d store all the vases, the ring of your phone had you searching through the wrinkled sheets for a familiar leopard case.

Smiling to yourself at the caller ID, you answered the phone. “Hi Moni.”

“Hey sleepy head, how are you feeling today?” she asked, concerned and teasingly. “You better not be in bed right now and you better know what a hairbrush is.”

Haphazardly smoothing your hair, you hoped your glare would somehow make it through the phone. “Shut up. What's up, I thought you were working till 6 at the salon.”

Moni was a nail tech at the local salon and a popular one at that. She was the go to for gals in the area. The two met in highschool due to your bad habit of picking at your nails. Having been seatmates for the first two weeks of the semester, Moni had noticed the rough state of your hands prompting her to intervene to save your beautiful nails. After some nail care and discussion of alternative stress and anxiety outlets, you two became fast friends.

Moni introduced you to the world of gyaru fashion, makeup, and nails. Your new interest in nail decorating helped heal your rough hands and kept you from picking at yourself. Moni then introduced her to her tight knit group of friends leading them to adopt the poor manicured girl. From then on, you were never alone.

“Lol, yeah I’m making a nail set rn. I got a cancellation so I thought I’d call you.” Through the phone you could hear the buffing of nails causing you to look at your hands. The skin surrounding your nails was frayed and red. The quick gel polish was badly chipped, bringing you to try and remove what was left over. “Yeah I’m okay. I worked day shift today so I’ve just been home cleaning.”

“Yeah, Yeah. Whatever, tell me the last time you washed those sheets.” The pause given in response only reaffirmed her quipes. “This isn’t healthy girl. Your runnin yourself ragged. Me n the girls haven't seen you in forever.”

“I’ve been busy you know getting everything done and with my grandma” you reasoned admiring your now clean nails.

“Your grandma left for the country yesterday right?” She asked, turning off her drill, now clinking together polish bottles.

“Yeah… Why?”

“I got an idea. We need to go out tonight.” Moni squealed excited dropping the bottle in her hands.

“No, I’m okay. It’s okay. I think Imma stay in tonight.”

“Nah, you're coming with us. You need some fresh air and a strong drink. And what better way to ensure you brush your hair than getting ready to go out.”

Sighing, you bring your hand to your temple. There was no getting out of this. Moni and the girls weren’t idiots and you were a piss poor liar.

“It will be my treat. I’ll be your sugar mommy tonight” cheered Moni through the phone alongside the familiar hum of her UV lamp. “Ahhh, I’m so excited for tonight. Clean your nails up and use one of your press on sets. I know you’re picking. You need to make sure you’re putting them on so you curb your stress picking.”

“Will do dad.” you smiled at the prospect of spending time with the girls again.

“It’s daddy to you. Bye.” Moni spewed through the phone before hanging up. Now with the expectations to look presentable, you dragged yourself to the bathroom turning the light on to inspect the damage in the mirror.

Dark bags rested under your eyes making you appear more ghastly than usual, likely in result due to a lack of sleep. Your hair was an issue in itself prompting you to instead focus on your eyebrows. Now unruly and slightly blending into your hairline, you huffed before your attention was now drawn to your upper lip. A slight mustache was visible causing you to groan.

You couldn’t help but feel worse about yourself now that you were expected to get back to living again. It was hard to not critique each and every new blemish and imperfection that accompanied you. While the life of a medical student was far from glamorous, you had prided yourself on not only your appearance but your self expression. Often demeaned for your stylistic choices, you found satisfaction in living how you wanted irregardless to what others thought. Your journey to this state of self acceptance was a tough one you were likely going to have to make again.

Turning on the shower you prepared yourself several hours of hygiene maintenance.

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Now ready to be reinitiated with the living, you already felt better about yourself and could feel the slight ease on your mind.

After a thorough shower, you ran through your usual hygiene routine which made you excited at the idea of going out. After fixing your hair, you pulled out your makeup kit. Looking in the mirror, you found yourself faced with someone familiar but somehow still unfamiliar.

Smoothing down your black skirt, you found comfort in wearing in monochrome outfit. Your black long sleeve complimenting the pair of black bottoms. You had glued on some cute deco nails and accessorized with bangles, a necklace, and hoops. With your comfiest platforms on, you headed out the door and towards the station.

Today marks the day I take back my life. You repeated to yourself in your head seated on the train. With the stress of school and the loss of your mother, your days had become a blur. Each day as draining as the next in your endless pursuit to not drown. These past weeks you had almost been living on autopilot. Rainchecking on your friends and sleeping had perhaps become your two biggest hobbies.

Sighing deeply you checked your phone to know the status of your friends. The girls had headed out a bit before you and were waiting just outside the station for you in Roppongi. You closed your phone as you had five more minutes until arrival.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love your friends. It was just that doing things without your mother felt off. Guilt plagued you and had trapped you at home these past weeks. You no longer dressed up, ate takeout, saw your friends, or even turned on your mother’s tv. A drama the two of you had started had finished its run which didn’t matter since you couldn’t bring yourself to continue without her. Your mother loved soapy shows and you found comfort in studying beside her as she gasped at every predictable plot twist. But if she wasn’t here to watch the final episodes with you, why should you do it without her? Feeling the familiar burning of your eyes, you grabbed your headphones from your clutch, plugging them in to listen to whatever song you had last played. Leaning your head against the subway bar, you tried your best not to ruin your makeup.

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Walking out the station, you took in the bright lights and sounds of the night. Rambunctious groups of people ready to club mixed with those who had perhaps pregamed a bit too hard filled the streets.

“Where have you been loca!” looking up from your phone you spotted a group of losers who looked a little too familiar. They weren't hard to miss with their unique styles and sheer inviting energies. God how you had missed them. As you neared them, you felt the clenching of your heart and the whirlpool of excitement in your empty stomach.

“God, it’s been forever since I’ve seen you Meera and you’re still as lame as ever!” you grinned watching as said girl rolled her eyes while the other four enveloped you in a hug. Laughing, the six of you took turns hugging one another and trading digs at each other.

“Ami was worried you were going to ditch us for some sleep”, Charli tattled elbowing the platinum blond to her left. “Glad to know you love me more than sleep” Ami declared, shoving a wide-eyed Charli aside to hug and kiss you.

“I’m so excited. We need to celebrate our reunion” Eva shouted jumping onto the back of an equally as pumped Moni.

“Yes!”

“Hell yeah! First rounds on me,” exclaimed Meera dragging you away from Ami and towards the first club on the crawl.

The six of you crowed together at a table attempting to update each other without talking over one another. Laughing, you sipped your drink already feeling your insides warm up. Hanging out all together was something you hadn’t treasured enough when you were all younger. Their infectious energy along with their colorful personalities made each and every day you spent with them a new adventure. Seeing one another was easier when younger, now that everyone had become adults with jobs and responsibilities. Nights like these were hard to come by.

Together you all studied for exams and traded dreams while students. Honestly you were just glad that you all had been able to stay together all these years.

Despite all these years passing and their appearances changing, you felt 15 again running through the streets them. They were gals at heart, none of them let getting older restrict their self expression.

Long curly black tresses were a Meera staple. Blessed with amazing hair from her mother, she kept her locks natural due to her pride and a bit of fear from her grandmother. As a long time lover of color she kept her ganguro preferences close to her heart and represented by her wardrobe. The lovely Meera was always hard at work at her job as a forensics lab tech. Having graduated from her master's program a year ago, she lucked out getting into her dream job.

Ami was their bubbly blonde and resident president of pink. While others would say it was their favorite color, the mcbling fanatic would argue it's a lifestyle. She kept herself busy these days working as an aesthetics nurse in a new clinic.

The groups get out of jail free card was none other than their favorite lawyer Charli. Having a passion for law and politics made Charli the perfect study buddy for last minute cram sessions. The rokku gal kept herself donned in mostly black which matched her deep dark hair.

Eva on the other hand like Meera kept the tsuyome style she fell in love with during grade school in adulthood. Her hair a masterpiece, while a potential fire hazard at times, was a labor of love. She kept the girls hair split-end free at her job as a hairstylist.

Moni’s style was as colorful as her personality. Her hair was styled in her favorite mermaid braids style consisting of blonde hair and pops of aqua. This perfectly complemented her rich deep skin and western y2k style. Her fresh nail set of the week perfectly complementing her hair and showcasing her skills.

They were a force to be reckoned with then as troublesome highschoolers and now as totally responsible adults.

“Call me an alcoholic, but nothing beats a watermelon AMF.” Meera slammed her empty plastic cup down forcefully rather than setting it down, cracking it in the process. Quickly catching any escaping ice and liquid with napkins, Moni cleaned the spill while you dabbed the girls wet dress. Ami laughed while finishing her drink. “I’m with the alcoholic on this one!”

“I’m glad we did this.” Charli commented as she made a meal out of the complementary popcorn. “I’ve been swimming in paperwork for the case I’m working on. I’m so ready to dance.”

“Careful, I remember the last time we went dancing. You better not slip and bust your ass again.” Finishing her chewing, Charli narrowed her eyes at Eva smirking behind her cup. “First of all, that wasn't my fault. Giggly over there,” hand pointing toward a cheesing Ami, “left a drink trail for me to slip in.”

“Sure, sure.”

You watched the two bicker while another round of drinks and shots were brought to the table. Together you drank your fill before heading to the dance floor. Swaying to the beat of the music, you and the girls danced until the DJ set change prompted you guys to head to the next club on their list.

Eager to get back to dancing, the girls joined the large crowd on the floor. You laughed cheering on as Meera attempted to grind back on a significantly shorter drunk Ami. Together, you jumped along with them allowing your drinks to guide you. The warmth of the liquor coursed through your body inhibiting you from feeling the likely ache of your feet. On the floor, your mind was far from your troubles. The guilt that usually trailed behind you was absent and filled with a deep appreciation for your friends. Making your way to Moni, who was laughing at Eva as she saved a very tipsy Charli from slipping.

“Hey. Imma head to the bathroom!” Moni nodded giving you a thumbs up as she turned back just in time to steady a very clumsy Ami.

You squeezed through the maze of hot sweaty bodies and headed towards the bathroom. Moving to form yourself in the surprisingly short line, you felt exhilarated. The sheer lack of perception and the utter freeness of everyone felt like an alternate dimension. One where responsibilities and problems died at the door. Stumbling into the bathroom, you could now see the effects alcohol had on you. Your hair now very loose and messy fit the slightly smudged liner under your eye. The glitter you used now glistened, highlighted by the sweat formed at your inner corners. Your lips alone felt numb to the touch.

This was nice.

Finishing up to let a nauseous girl through, you headed to the bar to get soda to share. You watched as the crowd danced under guidance of both the Dj and the neon gogo dancers. The tables were all now full of clubbers and empty popcorn bowls. The other bartenders and servers scurried around attempting to keep up with the busy traffic.

“Here ya go sweetie.” you turned back, grabbing your card from the busty corsetted blonde.

Her warm inviting tone mixed with the daring warmth in your body, had your mouth moving on its own. “OMG. Thank you so much. I don’t know how you all do it. It’s so much!”

Throwing her head back at your honest display of gratitude, the bartender laughed before gesturing to the swarm of girls serving the tables. “I have to. We are a little short handed at the moment. My bar backs are helping the girls take care of tables.”

“Dang. That sucks.”

“Yeah, but not too bad though. Most people are so drunk they aren’t as picky about their drinks.” you watched as the other bartender finished up five drinks for a group of loud guys who just looked happy to have something in their cup. “Besides, the pay makes up for it.”

Now intrigued you quickly turned back around to watch her finish up a batch of what looked like green tea shots.

“Really? How much a night?”

“Varies on position: hostess, dancer, bartender,etc. But on average maybe ¥24000 a night. Varies on position and whether or not we get a large group of salary men.” The blonde estimated as she handed off the shots to one of the servers. “We are a newer club and popular at the moment, so we are always busy. If you or anyone else is interested we are hiring. As I said we’re short handed. Just look us up online and call.”

You watched as she prepared a bucket of ice for one of the bottle girls. The uniforms were more than a bit revealing but the pay was too enticing. Taking a sip of the soda, you watched the gogo dancers on the stage and then focused on the hostesses entertaining a group of older well dressed men.

Interesting.

Ideas swarmed your mind as you just stood back taking in the environment. Following the path of the bottle girl headed upstairs, you suddenly felt vulnerable. As if something was watching you back from somewhere through the hazy lighting. Chills ran down your back as you ignored the urge to rub your goosebumped arms for comfort. Turning your body all around to find the source, you find yourself a bit taken aback.

Stark white hair contrasted the dark eyes of the pale man watching you. Although dressed rather plainly in a black long sleeve and dark pants, him being seated above all of you was a sign that he was someone. Surrounded by other well dressed men and accompanied by no shortage of women, he lounged on a plush sofa in what appeared to be a restricted section.

Maybe it was the alcohol or your dumb curiosity, but you kept your eyes on his. The two of you watched one another almost as if engaged in a staring contest. His unbothered demeanor daring you to keep watching as he looked back down on you. As if stuck in a trance you watched as one of the scantily clad women to his left straddles his lap as her dress rises dangerously high. You watched as her arms encircled his neck, pressing herself against him before focusing her attention to his neck. The woman then began to slowly grind herself against him causing your cheeks to flush. However, despite the woman's passionate show of affection, his eyes stayed trained on yours. The ghost of a smirk kissing his lips as he kept his attention on you.

Now a bit too embarassed to continue this contest during such an intimate exchange, you quickly direct your eyes to the very interesting drink in your hands. Having had enough of this stranger, you begin walking back to find your friends.

Spotting them coming out of the bathroom, you rejoin them and hand the soda to a drunk Ami. Together, you decide to head out to another club and make your way past those stairs to the door. Keeping your eyes trained on the door, you find a part of yourself wondering if those same eyes watch you leave.

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Author’s Note: hope y’all enjoy this lil chapter. I’ve decided to get to working on this and posting it. Trying for a lil longer chapters on this one too. Slow start rn but it’s coming. Posting right now as I am going to be out of cell range this weekend.

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One of my fav coms that I have ever gotten by @sillybillyken

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Welcome to “Ask Izana™️” — the worst love advice column you never asked for.

Featuring questions from the Tenjiku boys + Y/N. Chaos guaranteed. Sanity not included.

(izana is soft...

y/n is rindou's girlfriend and also kakucho's lil sis)

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🖤📝 “ASK IZANA™️: Certified Bad Advice for the Emotionally Damaged”

Host: Izana Kurokawa

Mood: Gaslight. Gatekeep. Girlfriend.

Guests: Rindou, Ran, Y/N, Kakucho, Mochi, Mucho

⸻Group chat : "shinners +kaku"

💌 Q1: “How do I keep my girlfriend happy?”

From: Rindou

Izana:

Easy.

Lie. Every day. Even if it’s good news.

She says “Do I look good?”

You say: “You look so good NASA called. You disrupted satellite signals.”

Gaslight her into thinking she’s a goddess.

Rindou:

ok that was actually helpful

Kakucho:

That’s the first and last time.

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💌 Q2: “She’s mad. What do I do?”

From: Mucho

Izana:

Step 1: Buy flowers.

Step 2: Eat the flowers in front of her.

Step 3: Say “see? I’m hurting too.”

Guilt = intimacy.

Y/N:

this is why ur single

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💌 Q3: “She left me on read.”

From: Mochi

Izana:

Leave her 78 voicemails reciting Edgar Allan Poe.

Bonus points if you’re crying in at least 4 of them.

Mochi:

I’m blocking you.

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💌 Q4: “How do I shoot my shot with Y/N?”

From: Hanma

Izana:

You don’t.

You write a diss track about Rindou and hope she feels rebellious.

Women love drama.

Add a slow piano intro so it sounds deep.

Rindou:

Hanma if you drop a mixtape i will actually fight you.

Hanma:

too late. it’s called “Stolen Eyeliner & Broken Hearts”

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💌 Q5: “How do I make sure my sister doesn’t date?”

From: Kakucho

Izana:

Easy.

Fake your own death, return as a ghost, haunt her every time she flirts.

Or become a priest. Block her love life spiritually.

Y/N:

YOU TOLD HIM TO BECOME A PRIEST??

Izana:

Love requires sacrifices 😌

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💌 Q6: “Is love worth it?”

From: Izana (yes, he asked himself)

Izana:

Love is pain.

Love is war.

Love is seeing your crush date Rindou and pretending to be happy for them while you spiral into madness and write emotionally unstable advice columns.

Everyone:

bro—

Ran:

this man just trauma dumped in his own Q&A 💀

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@neurodivergentminor

This edit is so good omg 😋😪❤️

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Caring you

─ Yandere!bonten x motherly!reader (Platonic)

─ Summary: these men are just trying to take care of you so you're just theirs

─ Warnings: stalking, toxic behaviors, obsession, yandere stuff

Part one / Part three / Part four / Part five

@simpingfor-wakasa, @luno-614 did you want the second part? here it is!! 🫂

You sighed leaving the shopping bags at the entrance of your house, turning on the lights in the living room while you carried the bags back to the kitchen, only before you could even take a step you screamed when you saw Mikey sitting on your sofa eating a cookie quietly.

"Holy fu-, do you want me to have a heart attack one of these days?"

You had not seen his figure before so it was normal for you to be scared, although in recent weeks you had had these intruders breaking into your house, you did not recriminate them for breaking into your home because they practically "spared" your life that day in which they kidnapped you, yet the Bonten leader kept insisting that you should stay with them in their headquarters because the city was full of predators who could take advantage of the likes of you.

"You know that you still have time to come with us."

You had denied his offer by active and passive but nothing seemed to make Mikey reason, he didn't want to resort to kidnapping because he had already experienced that look from you once when you found him binging on the cookies you had made for everyone, of course he didn't want to share them, he snuck into your house at night so that they would only be his. Receiving that look of disapproval and disappointment made his heart sink, as if he were a kicked and scolded cat.

They had discovered that threats ─even if they were empty─ were useless against you, you had lived long enough for that kind of thing to affect you and you already had some loved ones waiting in the other world, besides, no matter how sadistic Sanzu was, he flatly refused that none of the other executives could even think of raising their hand to you or thinking of torture to make you bow down to them.

So Kakucho was the one who discovered that the best thing they could do to 'protect' you was blackmail, well, he thought it would work out considering that you didn't deny helping them whenever they came to your house looking for comfort or help, but you weren't an idiot. They were men old enough to take care of themselves, besides being criminals.

“Mikey, really, I don't know why I'm not six meters underground yet, I appreciate that, but I like my ordinary life."

Of course, Kokonoi offered you countless kinds of luxuries to try to take you into a comfortable life with them, which you refused just the same. Mikey got up walking towards the kitchen where you were placing the purchase, an action that was completely interrupted when the man hugged you, letting his face rest against your back.

"It's not fair… why can't you accept it? we just want you to be safe, I- I need you by my side, I want you to pay attention to me!"

And there he is… you didn't know Mikey's personality when he acted like a leader everyone feared, but next to you he was like a spoiled attention-seeking kid who throws a tantrum if he doesn't get what he wants. You turned so that his head rested on your chest, tightening your embrace a little and rubbing his back in circles, you had to push the atrocities these men engaged in very deep, but there was not much you could do about it either, it's not like if you could change their lives of crime, so as in all your life, swallow and follow the course of things, if these guys wanted your attention you were not going to deny it as long as they cut you out of their business and behave moderately around you.

"You don't need me seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day by your side, plus you always invade my apartment when you want."

He didn't respond to your words, he only clung to you more, almost squeezing you to get every last drop of your affection, Mikey knew he couldn't with your will to continue with your daily routine, but if that was going to continue like this the least he could do was spend as much time as possible with you.

Although as much as it bothers him, he is the leader and he has things to attend to, so he lets you have time with the others, much to his displeasure of course, he doesn't like to share very much, but he knows that you will scold him if he doesn't let the others have their time with you. Takeomi was in charge of making a schedule, taking into account your work hours and even leaving you one day off so that you had privacy and peace, although on those days off Rindou or Sanzu would surely escape to see you even though they weren't allowed to.

Kakucho would always accompany you when you had to cook, before you only had to make food for yourself, and now you find eight grown men clamoring for your homemade food, you appreciated the boy's help and he was more than happy to hear your praise about how well he cook, oh boy, Kaku's chest swells with joy every time you taste his food and you smile at him like a proud mother who has taught her son a new recipe that he has mastered perfectly. Although he doesn't show it as openly as the others, he yearns for your hugs in silence.

Kokonoi always accompanied you when shopping, this man will not let you spend a penny of your money while he is there, he makes sure that you don't lack for anything, although he is a bit annoyed that you refuse to buy stupidly expensive clothes, they just want to spoil you for everything you do for them, even if you don't even realize that your simple actions drive them crazy.

Mochi is undoubtedly the one that stalks you the most, he has to make sure that no creep gets too close, if this happens he will be calling Ran to find out information about that person and they will immediately contact Sanzu to eliminate them. After all you only need them and other people are harmful to you, of course they will still let you keep your close friends and family because they make you happy, and they wouldn't do anything wrong with you, unless they do, when someone close to you does something to you that they don't like, they will comfort you after that person died mysteriously or in an 'accident'.

Which happened… it had to happen, it was a friend you made relatively recently, just a few months before Sanzu collapsed at the door of your house that dawning. You felt comfortable with him and you got closer quite quickly, although you usually used to communicate more by messages than face to face, you always made time to go out one day, the Bonten men controlled all the people you interacted with, even if they were a simple supermarket clerk, if their tone were apathetic with you, they wouldn't last much longer in this world.

Just as they knew everyone you talked to, they knew about this man and they didn't like him one bit, they looked up information about him and Rindou found out that he was a filthy gambler who spent a few nights in brothels, had some history of violence and minimal arrests, it was enough. But the worst thing was the way he looked at you, Takeomi described it when he was following you secretly, his eyes looked at you with disgusting love when you only saw him as a good friend, that thing shouldn't even deserve a second of your time. Mikey asked you about him one day ─because he's a 'curious' boy and wanted to know things directly from you─ and they found out that this disgusting guy simply lied to you about his job and hobbies, although you already found out on your own and complained to him, he promised that he was trying to fix and run his life again, you accepted it by deciding to keep the friendship.

And the guy really started to straighten his life out a bit, but still… that look he gave you kept bugging your boys, plus if you got a partner your attention would get harder and harder to get and they weren't passing by. Even though you weren't interested in having a partner, it didn't convince them, that guy was going to make you feel uncomfortable because he planned to declare himself and you didn't feel the same, it was the breaking point and the end for him.

Today was your friend's funeral, not much in the mood to stay there any longer, you gave your condolences to the family and went home with tears running from your eyes, maybe he wasn't the best person but you still considered him a friend. When you got home, what you least expected was to see those eight men waiting impatiently for you, they knew it, they knew that you were a little more vulnerable now and they wanted to take advantage of that.

"Why is everyone here? Something has happened? I'm not going to launder money or hide weapons here if you want any of those favors."

You wiped your tears leaving your jacket on the coat rack, the first to approach you was Mikey, murmuring your name as he dragged you to the sofa.

"We just had a bad feeling, are you okay?"

"Oh…"

They acted worried even though it hurt to see your tears, a little upset because they were tears for that scum, but now they wanted to focus on making you feel better in their arms. Mikey self-proclaimed your lap as his seat, passing his arms around your shoulders, resting his head on your chest to listen to the sound of your heart, the rhythm of your pulsations was too relaxing and addictive for him. Ran and Rin were on either side of you, clinging to your arms, Sanzu and Kokonoi sat on the ground, leaning their foreheads against your knees, hugging your legs while Kakucho stood up comfortingly stroking your head. Mochi and Takeomi looked askance as they all clung to you without giving them space to do so as well.

Takeomi was not one to go against his leader's orders, however, he would take it upon himself to limit Mikey's time with you just by taking up so much of your time.

"Okay guys, I don't feel half of my body."

You asked to be released because you began to stop feeling your arms, which had fallen asleep due to the iron grip of the Haitani, reluctantly everyone released you or gave you your necessary space.

"Are you feeling better?"

Kakucho asked without stopping massaging your scalp, you let out a shaky breath, you had already had your fill of crying all morning and you had barely eaten anything, you nodded closing your eyes, feeling tired from all the emotions released today.

"Yes, thank you very much guys, I love you."

You muttered without taking into account the weight of those words on the criminals, they all froze, planning to crush you in a desperate embrace right then and there if the rumbling of your stomach didn't stop them. Your cheeks began to take on a slight pinkish tint, cause of embarrassment, they were usually the ones who came to you to be fed, their guts rumbling, but not you.

"So I guess we're ordering food?"

Koko already had his phone ready to call the most expensive restaurant in the city, you knew what he was planning to do so you got up and gently took the phone from him, denying it.

"No, I can do something quick."

"Okay, we can do something quick."

You smiled sweetly at Kakucho for offering to help, receiving death glares at his cunning, Mikey immediately jumped up grabbing onto your leg, pouting like a complete child.

"I can help too."

"Mikey… I would like you to help too, but last time you burned my pan."