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[xiaos-boywife]

Requests open!!

credit for my bg goes to @hazekura-mikitaka Send in requests please! what I’ll write:

genshin impact

toyko revengers

jojos bizzare adventure (any part)

haikyuu!

ouran

hunter x hunter

demon slayer

bungou stray dogs

Skate the infinity

Art:

I will be taking art requests, bitch will not draw any sort of nsfw!

masterlist! JoJo:

fugo

Ouran:

kasunoda

Tokyo Revengers:

Haikyuu!:

Hunter x Hunter:

Demon Slayer:

Bungou Stray Dogs:

Skate The Infinity

[xiaos-boywife]

soooo, today I actually cosplayed as Lynette. So here are some pictures.

[xiaos-boywife]

I got some new cosplays for my birthday and wanted to share one of them so far

This is my Lynette cosplay, absolutely gorgeous. And I’ve thought about it, I might actually come back to tumblr and start being more active. I’m probably just going to post art and cosplays though, so no more writing ig.

[xiaos-boywife]

heyyy y’all. So Ik I’ve been gone for quite some time, but I wanna share some of my recent drawings with you.

[sie-rui]

❀ HANMA AS YOUR BOYFRIEND | TOKYO REVENGERS

🥛 — hanma shuuji

🧾 — gender neutral, second pov (you/your), mostly fluff, cursing, headcanons

✉ — this is my first time writing for hanma and i was actually quite excited. i think he’ll be a fun person to be around sdfjkd

↠ Hanma Shuuji as your boyfriend is one of the most dangerous and yet sweetest things in the world, mostly because Hanma’s an unpredictable zombie that would drag you out to do something insane.

↠ He doesn’t always do that, of course. Hanma’s not stupid enough to actually endanger you. He actually loves you, thank you very much.

↠ I think Hanma’s the kind of guy who’ll know what you want. From your fashion sense, to your usual order at random restaurants/fast-food joints, and even how you like your coffee/starbucks order.

↠ It’s a little disorienting since the two of you are standing in front of the cashier one day and before you can even speak up, Hanma’s already listing whatever you’re craving for that day even when you didn’t say anything.

↠ Surprisingly, Hanma likes those couple/matching things. When you look in your closet one day, you have five different shirts that match his and the two of you have matching necklaces. You don’t even know when that appeared in your closet first.

↠ Likes playing little games with you, board games or psp doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he cheats on it for fun and to see your frustrated face lmao.

“You cheated!”

“No I didn’t.”

“You did!”

“Did not.”

“You did!”

↠ You have this little bickers that ends up with you laughing because Hanma tickles your sides to make you shut up and forget about his little cheating.

↠ He does tell you of it days later when you already forget about it. So you just go ??? And Hanma will only laugh, triumphant.

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[nymphiria]

𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒!

◟- featuring: hanma, kakucho, draken, benkei, ran, hakka,, taiju, mucho, kazutora, izana, chifuyu

he takes pride in your love for his clothing — more specifically his hoodies. watching you try on every single sweater and hearing your laughter at how big it is on you brings him more amusement than anything else. he lets you lounge around all day in them and even sleep in them. he already knows he’s never gonna see that hoodie again but he really doesn’t care. in fact, he thinks it looks way better on you than it ever did on him.

◟- HANMA, DRAKEN, RAN, BENKEI, IZANA

was that his hoodie? seriously? you couldn’t find anything in your giant closet to wear so you raid his? unbelievable. he knows you have clean sweaters to wear so he doesn’t understand why you just had to wear his stuff. asks you why you’re stealing from his closet but doesn’t make any moves to take the hoodie back. the way the material engulfs your entire figure is extremely cute to him. maybe he’ll let you wear it for just a little bit. okay maybe a little longer.

◟- TAIJU, MUCHO, KAKUCHO

oh. my. god. where was his phone? this was going straight into the “cute shit” album. absolutely melts at the sight of you cozied up in his giant hoodie. not the slightest bit of irritation or anger appears on his face — shit, i mean he knows the hoodies are comfortable so he gets why you wanted to wear one. tells you that you’re free to take any of his hoodies everyday every month of every year. secretly goes online to wear he purchased that same hoodie so you both could match in public.

◟- CHIFUYU, HAKKAI, KAZUTORA

[cultemis]

EARLY MORNINGS ⇢ FEATURING. KAZUTORA H.

warnings/content ❘ none

5:37am

you wince slightly at the time, proving to you just how early it was, and from the darkness that the sky continued to hang onto, you could only imagine how many people are up right now. not many, i'll tell you that.

especially on a damn sunday.

you roll over in the arms that are secured around your waist, soft breathing behind you assuring you of your boyfriend's sleeping presence.

his hair sprawled across the satin pillowcase from where he'd forgotten to put it up last night, as you two were a bit busy with other things. his blonde strands falling over the apple of his left cheek into his mouth and you can't believe the sight in front of you.

he's beautiful.

and sometimes it bothers you when he refuses to acknowledge that fact, never being praised by anyone, but it's something he'll have to get used to being with you.

your fingers reach out to push the hair away from his face and with the rest, but his eyes crack open as soon as you make contact.

"what're you doin'?" he mutters, eyes fluttering open and back shut with drowsiness. his arms tighten around your waist and his legs dig further in between your own as if he's trying to merge the two of you.

"morning kazu." your voice is a whisper because you know how he is when first waking up. his brain is slow, never processing anything right away. his not-so-old bones crack when he stretches, embarrassing him when you laugh at his brittle joints. most importantly, he's all over you.

kazutora wants you flush against him, the only sound entering and exiting his ears being your voice, all five of his senses discerning you. you you you you.

'is it healthy for me to love someone so much?' he once asked chifuyu who only shrugged and asked him to clean up cat piss from a kennel. kazutora doesn't think it is, but kazutora doesn't care.

oh no. kazutora almost believed he'd die if there was ever a moment where he wasn't completely in love with you like he is now. kazutora would rather scrape his bare ass across scorching concrete than give his love to something or someone that isn't you.

okay, maybe it is a little unhealthy.

but can you even blame him? years of neglect and indifference is all he's ever known, so when you walked into the pet shop with teary eyes and swollen cheeks, asking him where the puppies were, he instantly wanted those eyes dry and that frown flipped.

chifuyu explained to him that you were a regular who never really came to adopt a pet, but to indulge in the pure energy that came from the baby animals. you'd often come in there after a bad day and just sit there, and snuggle up to the fur babies as they licked your tears away and you'd leave with a smile that wasn't there before.

kazutora loved that the most about you. how sensitive you could be. it was like you made up for everything he lacked, and it was a lot, which is why you are everything to him.

"it's still dark outside." he pointed out with a groan. "why are you up so early?" he attempts to shove his big head into the crook of your neck, hiding his face from the darkness.

"missed your pretty face." he looks up at you with an unimpressed look. with a roll of his eyes, kazutora snuggles back into your warmth mumbling something about you being an idiot, his idiot.

a few moments of silence pass before you speak up again and he knows, he's not going back to sleep.

"kazu?"

"yes, baby."

"you should dye the front two strands of your hair red."

"you should go to sleep."

silence.

he sighs in content, closing his eyes again, already feeling sleep take over his being.

"kazu?" fucking hell.

"yes, my love."

"if i were a zombie, would you kill me or tie me up in the backyard?"

kazutora considers murder for a split second before deciding that it was frowned upon by most countries for a reason.

"i'd shoot you, go on and put you out of your misery." you frown at his statement, mouth falling agape before closing at a sudden realization.

"what? so you can go fuck with other zombie bitches? yeah i don't thin-"

"close your eyes and go to sleep or i'll really shoot you."

you two will talk about this later, but for now you'll focus on the soft lips against your neck and the way his breathing evens out.

what a good morning, indeed!

[ilygetou]

Hello! Can I request where the reader is overwhelmed with her emotions, and there's this one toxic friend she had in the past, and this toxic friend was so toxic that it made the reader hold a lot of grudges and hate towards her. so the toxic friend is back and the reader feels A LOT of REALLY negative emotions and so much anger, the reader literally start to have a mental breakdown and so how do the boys react? Can you do them separately though? :)

featuring: Kazutora, Rindou, Mikey, Angry

1:05AM.

characters: kazutora, rindou, manjiro sano.

c/w: panic attacks, mentions of abuse, hints of misogyny, mental breakdowns, hurt/comfort, punching, blood, mentions of past relationships.

note: this might be kinda of ooc!! other than that i hope this turned out good considering i have never ever really wrote something like the before, + so sorry for having this finished so late i have been so busy lately.

p.s: sorry i didn’t do angry :( i didn’t know how 2 write 4 him so i got scared that i may write him a bit more ooc so i didn’t do him<\3.

MANJIRO SANO:

you were taking a walk with manjiro, engaging in a conversation about toman and their progress. Manjiro was talking about how they got a new member in the gang that he actually liked, his name was ‘takemichi’ & manjiro seems very much interested in him.

other than that, manjiro kept begging for you to join toman, trying to convince you by telling you all kinds of fun & interesting things that happen.

“for the millionth time ’jiro, i will not join your gang” manjiro let’s out a groan, since his plan doesn’t seem to be working.

while manjiro was whining, you caught a glimpse of a familiar looking face from a distance. And suddenly, a rush of negative & pessimistic emotions ran through your veins, feeling your blood running cold, as you froze in your place.

manjiro stopped in his tracks & looked back at you, “y/n?” manjiro’s eyes followed yours until he met the blonde female you’ve been eyeing for a while. Manjiro raises an eyebrow, confusion written all over his face.

Once you and the blonde girl eyes met you felt your heart drop, she sent you a smile as she seemed to be heading to your direction. You quickly looked away, giving her your back.

At first, you tried denying the person. There’s no way that’s her, right? but again, the familiar blonde hair, the smile, her looks. They’re engraved in your memory.

your thoughts got interrupted as the sounds of walking got louder before it finally stopped.

“y/n? hello!” her voice echoed through your head, making your heart beat faster, mind too occupied to acknowledge her. You felt yourself start to shake, hands sweating as the memories of what she did came rushing back.

She was your best friend, ex-best friend. you two were like sisters, never leaving each other’s side, telling her your secrets and trusting her with them. You shared half of your good memories with her, you never expected her to stab you in the back & betray you.

The amount of horrible stuff she did made you boil up with anger.

getting with your boyfriend, you remember the day you caught the two of them making out, vividly. And then after that, everything went downhill. she started spreading your secrets to the whole school, the secrets you trusted her with. You never really knew her reasoning for that, you didn’t do anything to her — even after you found out she got with your boyfriend.

The whole school went against you, the bullying got worse — being made fun by everyone, having vile insults thrown at you at every given moments.

it even got worse, getting sent death threats online by your classmates, even though you never really did anything wrong.

Manjiro was confused, side eyeing the girl before she turned around to face him. “who are you? y/n’s boyfriend?” she snorted, as you started to breathe heavily.

“no?” manjro simply responded, “yeah, it’s impossible for y/n to bag a hottie like you, right?” she batted her eyelashes at manjiro, looking at him with a smile while manjiro scrunched his face in disgust. Backing away from her & moving by your side, “y/n, who is she?” manjiro whispered to you while you ignored him.

“do you not miss me? it’s been ages since we last met,” ages? more like four months. You tried to look up at her, but every time you take a glance of her face, you immediately look away.

you take ahold of manjiro’s wrist & try to walk away with him, trying to ignore the way her eyes were glued to your figure. But before you could take another step, another person’s hand stopped you by also taking ahold of your wrist.

you immediately knew who it was, pushing her hand quickly away, followed by “what the fuck is wrong with you?” she lets out a scoff, “aren’t we friends? why are you acting like this?” your heart started pounding at a rapid speed, her words kept repeating themselves in your head.

“friends? the last time i remember friends don’t go and sleep with their friends boyfriend? or go and spread their friends secret to the whole school or go and harass them online along with their other classmates.” you finally snapped, tears threatening to fall and paint your cheeks.

You were filled with hatred and disgust, for a whole two years you’ve thought of her as your best friend, someone like your sister.

Manjiro stood there stunned, speechless. his eyes wandered to your shaking figure, lips quivering & slight tears covering your lash line. Manjiro wonders for how long you’ve has this buried within you, for how long you’ve wanted to get this out, for how long you’ve been suffering.

He was dumbfounded, he was your best friend and yet he never knew anything about this.

The blonde girl stood there before she started chuckling, “that was the past y/n, the past! you still haven’t moved on?” you clenched your fists, the more she continues to talk the more irritated you got.

“plus i’ve only got with your boyfriend as a joke, it’s not my fault you took that seriously” your breath hitched, is she making fun of you, right now? making it seem that your past is just one big joke?

without thinking, you walked towards her— raised your hands a slapped her cheeks, so hard. Her face right cheek turning a bright red, letting out a gasp — her brows furrowed, raising her hands to the same to you but instead got stopped by manjiro holding her hands back; “don’t” he muttered, hair covering his eyes, but you could tell he was angry.

he tightened his grip on her worst before letting go, she let out a yell & cussed you and manjiro out before running away.

You immediately fell to the floor, crying. hands on your mouth to muffle your sobs, shaking in your place before manjiro bent down to your level, “’ts okay, she’s gone now” manjiro reassured, hugging your shaking figure & muttering; “it’s okay.”

it wasn’t long before you calmed down, your eyes were red and puffy — you just looked so messy. Manjiro giggled, “you look horrible, right now” you playfully hit him, “shut up” you replied before letting out a low giggle.

you thanked the gods, no one was there other than you and manjiro otherwise someone else could’ve seen you in such a dreadful state.

After the laughing have stopped, and everything have gone quiet you stopped in your tracks — “thank you manjiro” you suddenly said, manjiro tensed at your word — “huh? oh! don’t worry about it...it’s the least i could do” manjiro rubbed the back of his head, as if he was shy.

you brushed it off with a sigh, grateful to have such a friend like manjiro.

R. HAITANI.

you were in a restaurant with the younger haitani brother, engaging in a conversation about each other’s whereabouts. Taking a big bite of your food after every word, “y’er making a mess, pretty” rindou giggled before he wiped your lips with his thumb.

you slightly looked away, embarrassed, “c-cut it out!” you mummer — rindou let’s out a chuckle, “whaat? are you embarrassed?” he teased making you sink yourself into your hands, rindou let’s out another chuckle causing you to slightly look up at him with a small smile.

After a while of chattering and laughing with your boyfriend, a sudden figure appeared in front of the two of you — causing rindou to slightly raise his brow in confusion, “long time no see, n/n.”

you gasped at the sudden usage of your nickname, the nickname no one have ever used for you expect for your ex-boyfriend. You slightly looked up from your food to face him, he had a grin on his face as he watched your eyes widen in surprise.

He didn’t change one a bit, his dark black hair, his cedar colored eyes, his body that looked like it belongs to a gym freak person, buff chest and his muscular figure.

you felt yourself freeze in your place, he was talking to you but it was like you suddenly went deaf — his voice was particularly a background sound for you as you tried to process if that was actually him.

“hey, y/n? are you okay?” rindou asked, ignoring the muscular guy in front of the both of you — “oh? are you n/n’s boyfriend?” he slurred your nickname as he stared at rindou with a frown, “yes? do you mind?” your ex chuckled at rindou’s words — “i do actually, y/n is mine, isn’t that right n/n?” his words snapped you out of your thoughts.

you stared at him with narrowed eyes, fist clenched and mouth in a thin line as memories of you two together flood through your mind, “i am not yours.” you blankly said, which made your ex let out a scoff — “last time i checked, y/n is mine.” rindou suddenly spoke, making eye contact with the guy.

“could you please leave?” your voice came out slightly muffled as your bottled up emotions were slowly starting to come out, “i don’t want someone who treats me like an object to call me theirs, someone who doesn’t know how to treat their partner right in a relationship — cheats on them all the time even after getting forgiven multiple times, hit them, insult them, treat them like absolute shit.”

rindou’s eyes widened at your words, he felt anger boil up inside him, were your past relationship that bad? and why didn’t you tell him? did you not trust him enough? did you not like him that much to tell you? but mainly, rindou was angry about the dude in front of him.

tears were falling from your eyes and staining your cheeks, you slightly looked away and sunk your face into your purse, trying not to let out loud sounds of your sobbing.

“that’s because i’m a man, you’re a women. Your only purpose is to be there for me when i need you, even if i go out with other females, i don’t have the same love for them like the one i have for you — besides, this is how all men are, do you think your new boyfriend is any different? i doubt that, i think he’d much worse.”

your ex let’s out a chuckle which was cut off with a sudden loud thud, it was rindou. He punched your ex boyfriend on the side of his face, his eyes having zero emotions on them, he raised his fist once again and punched your ex on the same side of his face.

Your ex gasped, his hands were on his cheek. Not knowing how to react he just laid there on the floor shocked, his brows furrowed in anger, eyes narrowed as he looked at rindou with so much hatred and anger.

your crying got much harder, you started shaking in your place, mascara running down your cheeks, eyeliner smudged, your lipstick all over the place as you kept biting your lips to stop your sobbing sounds, your make up got completely ruined.

And suddenly, rindou held your wrist and dragged you out of the restaurant after he just caused a scene in there. Your breathing was fast, you were sweating and your heart was racing rapidly.

You felt yourself losing control over your body, tears were streaming unstoppable. You were felt with fear and horror, fearing that he may suddenly appear out of nowhere and cause another scene.

Rindou suddenly embraced you in a hug, your face buried on his chest as you continued crying, rindou tried to calm you down from your panic attack — muttering apologies, reassuring you that’d be okay, muttering i love you’s.

“it’s okay, don’t cry” he gives you a slight peck on the lips and stares into your teary eyes, “that fucker is now gone, he won’t be coming back anytime soon” rindou reassures, giving you another kiss on the lips, he then proceeded to hug you tightly — his face laying on your shoulders as you started to calm down a bit.

“it’s okay, y/n...” rindou whispers into your ears, and you slowly started calming down. Tears stopped rolling down your cheeks and your body stopped shaking, your breathing steadied and you slowly melt into rindou’s embrace.

sniffing, you let out a choked whimper — “thank you rindou, thank you so much” you muttered but he was able to hear you, “it’s okay, don’t thank me — i should always be there for you when you need me, don’t thank me” rindou pulled out of the hug and stared deeply into your eyes, removing a strand of your hair from your face and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

you slightly looked away, embarrassed. Rindou chuckled at your reaction before kissing your forehead — “do not hesitate to tell me anything, k’ay? i want to know stuff before a situation breaks out, just like today — i never knew you had an abusive ex, why didn’t you tell me?” rindou asked, his voice soft and gentle.

“i just...” you trailed off, “i was scared of how you my react to this information, it’s not that i don’t trust you or like you — i do, I trust and love you so much, it was just a hard topic for me to talk about” you looked rindou in the eye, his lips curled into a smile — “i understand, but whenever your comfortable, could you please tell me more about that ex of yours? He still needs a beating.”

K. HANEMIYA.

You and kazutora were out together in the park, since kazutora had been wanting to go with you to a park since forever.

You guys were only there for a short while until a a short haired girl with brownish hair approach the two of you, at first you didn’t notice her — until she started speaking.

“hey y/n, remember me?” her voice was familiar, it was high pitched, one of those voices that were forced to sound cute. At first your head went blank when she said that, who was she?

Until she tilted her head in confusion towards kazutora’s direction, her eyes glued to his figure as her lips curled into a pout and then suddenly it clicked. It was your past bully, middle school bully.

You remember the face she was doing, the one she made to get with your boyfriend — but that should be fine, right? It was just a middle school relationship anyways. But, she still did so many horrible stuff — stuff that you wouldn’t expect a middle schooler to do.

selling drugs? Vaping? Shop lifting? She has done all of this at the age of 14, she ruined you. Blamed all of her trouble on you. And you were the one who got in so much trouble, she hated you, you hated her. It was a mutual feeling.

Your middle school life all went in vain because of her, everyone hated you because they all believed her, no one even heard you out or asked you for an explanation — they all just ignored you, as if you were just there.

You’ve always wondered why she treated you that way, is it because you had such a nice personality? That it was so easy to take advantage of you. Or was it just for her own entertainment? You’ll never know her reasoning behind her horrible acts towards you.

“what do you want?” you snapped her out of her staring contest with kazutora who was seemingly confused, “me? i just wanted to check on an old friend” she replied, her voice making your head hurt.

“we’re not friends, r/n” she chuckled, making you start sweating, anger boiling up inside you — your heart filled with hatred and anger, you just wanted to punch her in the face.

“pfft, are you still not over middle school? come on we were just children” your eyes twitched, hands shaking as you tried to hold yourself to not beat her up right here and now.

“y/n doesn’t want to talk to you nor does she seem to want you here, could you kindly leave?” you heard kazutora say from beside you and your eyes immediately softened — poor kazutora, he was being nice to such a disgusting person.

“Why should i care? It’s not my fault she doesn’t know how to defend herself, fucking weakling” kazutora slightly cringed from her usage words, weakling? what is she talking about. Confusion ran through kazutora’s head and he slightly looked towards you, concern and confusion written all over his face.

You let out a long sigh, you raised your fist and without thinking any further you punched her in the gut — she let out a choked gasp mixed with a yell, kazutora’s eyes widened, his lips slowly curling into a smirk as he watched you punch her on the same place a second time.

She then started crying from the pain, tears staining her cheeks and an ugly expression was on her face — “i’m going to fucking report y-you! just you wait!” and she suddenly got up and ran away, crying. You felt a sudden wave of relief brush over you but the overwhelming emotions you’ve been holding for way too long finally came out.

You broke on the floor, sobbing. Shaking and crying, letting out choked hiccups and tears didn’t seem to stop coming out.

Kazutora bent down to your level and hugged you, “why are you crying? She got what she deserved, don’t cry” his voice came out soft, kazutora still doesn’t know about your past with that girl but he still wanted to comfort you.

“whatever she did, she was in the wrong — you were just a kid back then, she just took advantage of how nice you were, don’t cry y/nn” kazutora was terrible at comforting that all he could do is hug you tightly and give you forehead kisses, but he felt bad seeing you in this state, it made his heart shatter in pieces.

If anything, kazutora hated seeing you upset, he hated it so much that it upsets him as well.

You slightly looked up at kazutora, eyes puffy and red but a smile was on your face — “you okay, now?” he asked in a worried tone, you nodded your head and went to embrace kazutora in another hug.

“you know, you suck at comforting” you mummerd and giggled right after, kazutora frowned — “hey, i’m trying, okay?” after a minute of silence you two started laughing.

“that punch y/n, it was amazing” kazutora exclamation, you let out a muffled giggle and wiped your tears — “yeah? Do you want me to teach you how to punch like that?” kazutora fake pouted — “hey! are you making fun of me?”

[eggtartz-deactivated20250204]

hi!! may i please request the toman founders (together) celebrating the reader's birthday?

a/n : sorry for the delay anon my health has been declining recently :( this might be a little short because my eyes are burning but anyway thank you for requesting and enjoy 🫶🏻

masterlist

: manga ending spoilers, a bit of angst, mentions of neglect but overall a lot of fluff

"y/n? hey y/n wake up.." you felt your body was shake as you awaken from your nap. it's at least noon and you had a meeting at dawn so you decided to take a quick nap at the shrine. you saw baji looking down at you as well as haru.

"it's getting warmer y/n you should nap inside" haru said while helping you to get up. "oh it does feel a bit warm.." you mumbled.

"c'mon sleepyhead" baji lifted your limp body on his back and you dozed off again. you didn't had much sleep last night due to your insomnia so you tend to lack energy and sleep at random times. "okay there you go, we'll wake you up when the meeting starts okay?"

"mmh thankyou baji san"

"okay we need to do the plan like right now, she's knocked out" kazutora said hurriedly while tapping his fingers on the table. "mitsuya has the division members been informed about our plan?" draken asked the purple haired boy. "yeah, they're on standby. they've been very excited actually" mitsuya said. the toman founders thought it would be nice to have a small birthday party for you. it does happen once a year so the members saw no harm in it, besides the other division members seem content with their decision and is on board with the plan.

"okay so this evening we'll take the cake out then kazutora and baji would bring the cake at the meeting and lights out then we sing the song for her. pretty simple right?"

"but kenchin why can't i bring the cake?!"

"because you're the president mikey, you need to start the meeting"

"oh wait you're right" mikey snickered while stuffing his face with dorayaki while the others had ice cream. they hoped nothing would go wrong, nothing would right?

the evening came rather quickly as you stretched your body and twisted your body in multiple directions to crack them. rubbing your eyes, you went to the shrine and saw pahchin and pehyan there. "oh good morning pah, peh."

"good morning y/n chan! did you have a good sleep?"

"yes i did, feels so fresh too. say is the meeting long because my stomach is growling" you held your belly.

"i don't think so" pahchin said then walked away with peh when some members called the two. you sat down on someone's motorcycle and lifted your leg. "hey y/n chan want some candy?"

"yeah sure"

"here y/n chan you look thirsty"

"oh thankyou"

"y/n chan you like chocolates right? here!"

"that's so nice of you!" now, don't get you wrong everyone in toman was so nice they felt like family. however this atmosphere felt off and everyone was acting a little bit too nice. you hopped off the motorcycle to ask what's up with everyone when mikey and the division captains pulled up and made their entrance.

"president!" everyone bowed, as you too. after settling down, mikey was standing in front with takemichi and draken behind him. "now! we have gathered here today to uh hear me talk about my day yes! so my day was really shitty so i wanted to drop out from school! how about that?"

you were confused, mikey always has been complaining about school in meetings but never in big meetings like these. these kind of meetings usually means he's announcing toman is going to fight another gang or something. this was the last thing you expected. you glanced at your surroundings to share a confused look with someone only for them to avoid your eye contact.

huh, strange.

"where the hell is keisuke? my story doesn't make sense anymore!" mikey whispered to draken, gestured takemichi to take over instead. "u-uh yes i say uh we all drop out from school? but that would be risky for our on future right so.." takemichi prolonged his tone and nervously looked around.

"damn it, kazutora where are you?!" haru yelled in a whisper at the phone he was clutching while kisaki fumbled with his uniform. "patience haruchiyo, we're just a bit late"

"a bit?! the guys over here are telling fairy tales so she won't notice! hurry up"

"we're almost there haru, just wait there with kisaki!" baji yelled from the other side when the phone went dead. kisaki kept extending his neck to look for baji's motorcycle but after five minutes, he finally saw the two of them. "shit be careful with the cake, where's the light?"

"it's here in my pocket, now kisaki go turn off the lights"

"we all ready right? okay so three, two, one!" the lights that was centered at the shrine went completely off making you shriek in surprise. you accidentally hugged the arms of the person beside you but let his arm go instantly. "oh sorry"

"no worried y/n chan, you can hold on them if you're scared" he teased and you landed a slap on his arm. suddenly there was spotlight and it was directed at you, the sudden light made your eyes blind so you squinted a few times to adjust your vision. then,

"happy birthday to you.."

"happy birthday to you"

"happy birthday dear y/n"

"happy birthday to you!" you heard the members sang while approaching you with a white cake which was written 'happy birthday y/n!'. mitsuya was holding the cake as well as the founders who stood behind him who wore birthday hats too. when the singing ended mitsuya was standing in front of you and smiling so sweetly.

"make a wish y/n chan" your captain said. you did a little wish and blew out the candles which resulted in a ear deafening celebration from the members.

"yay cake!"

"that's for her mikey"

"but i wanna eat it.."

"you just had cupcake this morning" you stood there and watched every member blossomed a smile and congratulated you. you didn't even remember it was your birthday, your family has been neglecting your mere presence for a long time so you've grew up not remembering such an event like your birthday. hakkai was the one who noticed your birthday was near and suggested to mitsuya for them to have a small celebration.

never have you thought that they actually cared so much about you, going to the lengths of calling huge meetings so everyone could be there. you lowered your head to hide your sobs but mitsuya catched them. "it's okay y/n, we're here for you. so just leave it to us yes?" he assured you sweetly while lending you a piece of cake on a paper plate.

the toman members had a nice day that dawn, the celebration ended up late at night but you were so happy. more than happy. and you couldn't be more grateful.

[k9wa]

༊*·˚ BLESSINGS FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY ! featuring kazutora hanemiya.

∴ SYNOPSIS : where kazutora can’t help but become teary eyed at the normality of spending his birthday with you

∴ CONTENT : fluff, kazutora cries a little, gn reader, (no referring pronouns, “partner” used once.)

∴ NOTE : technically i am a day late. but thats FINE! everyone look AWAY!! also vocaloid title bc he deserves the song.

“hey.”

kazutora turned to find you peeking into your shared bedroom, while his skin was still damp from the shower he’d just stepped out of. he continued to mindlessly brush through his hair, gently waving his other hand to motion you to come in. you shook your head, playing with the doorknob at the end of your fingertips. kazutora tilted his head.

“what’s up?”

“can you come out here for a sec?”

hanemiya nodded his head, not thinking much of it. though he mentally acknowledged the nervousness he could see spilling off you, he chose not to push you about it. if something was wrong, he trusted you to tell him.

you waited expectantly for him to follow you. kazutora deadpanned.

“um, can i put on pants first?”

he couldn’t stop the chuckle that bubbled out of his throat at the way you dramatically rolled your eyes.

“hurry up!!”

once the door was shut, kazutora quickly slipped on a pair of sweatpants he had laid out beforehand, leaving it at that before heading into the hallway to meet you. 

“it's about time.” you placed your hands on your hips, looking up at your boyfriend. you weren’t proud of the way your eyes spent a little longer than they should have on his chest.

hanemiya chuckled at you again. 

“what is it? you’re makin’ me nervous.”

the feeling of your hands grabbing his own made his heart flutter like he was still a school boy.

“it’s nothing bad, cmere.”

you led him into the living space of your apartment, still holding tightly onto his fingers.

there, on the coffee table, was a small red velvet cupcake from his favourite bakery, alongside a small gift decorated in yellow wrapping paper and a pretty white bow on top.

“wha…”

“i know you said you didn’t wanna do anything, but i couldn’t not at least do this.”

you led him over to the couch, a dumbfounded look plastered across his face.

was this really for him?

a gift with his name on it, a treat picked out with his tastes in mind, all done by someone whom he still struggled to believe he deserved?

is this what birthdays were supposed to feel like? had he really missed out on this his entire life?

there was a lot of—silence? you turned to look at him again, yet you weren’t prepared for the blank look on his face, accompanied by a few tears rolling down his cheeks.

“oh—wh—are you crying? oh shit did i fuck up??”

your hands flew to his face, contrasting the gentleness of your touch as you wiped under his eyes.

“you dont—you can just eat the cupcake and i can—i can save the gift until christmas or something!”

his lack of response as he looked into your eyes only made you panic more.

“i’m sorry, i should have listened when you said you didn’t wanna do anything but—but we can just forget it! i didn’t mean to make you cr—”

a pair of lips against your own put a quick stop to your rambling, and settled the anxiety in your gut even faster.

“no, you didn’t mess up.” kazutora smiled, face still inches away from your own as he moved to kiss one of your palms that were still tenderly cupping his face.

“so—so you’re not upset?”

“not in the slightest.” he was still teary eyed, yet the endearing smile pulling at his cheeks was rather convincing. “didn’t mean to get all emotional though, kinda ruined the mood huh?” his smile turned from one of joy to one of embarrassment. “sorry, i’m just not used to this kinda stuff i guess.”

he played with your fingers fondly.

“no! no you didn’t its okay! i’m just glad you’re not upset, holy shit i thought i was about to take the worst partner of the year title.” you both laughed, and kazutora pecked your lips.

“thank you, seriously. you didn’t have to.”

“don’t thank me yet, you haven’t even blown the candle out.”

you pushed kazutora to the couch, grabbing the lighter from your pocket and finally lighting the small candle pushed into the cream cheese frosting. you lifted the small plate it was on, and held it up to kazutora’s lips.

“make a wish!”

he pretended to think for a minute, humming quietly before blowing out the flame.

little did you know, he was sure all his wishes had come true before it was even lit.

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[stxrmylxve-deactivated20250802]

Hi hi :DD

So I just found ur account and I rlly rlly like ur works!! I have this brainrot recently abt a TR prompt. I keep seeing people write abt the boys coming into s/o's house through the window in the wee hours and stuff, but what if it was reverse¿ idk I've never rlly seen a fic like that.

So can I request a fic where the baji trio (or Chifuyu only if it's too much) react to their s/o (gn but preferably female) sneaking in through their window at random times? (NO NOT IN THE CREEPY WAY)

Like for example Chifuyu finished whatever he was doing and goes back to his room and suddenly BAM s/o appeared out of nowhere, playing with Peke J. And it gets to often to the point that they even look foreward to it.

Maybe a bit crackish and fluffy? Bonus points if reader is a bit aloof and just makes themselves at home, not seeing a problem with what they're doing haha

Thank u and sorry if it was too specific, it's my first time requesting and I hope u will also enjoy writing this! 🙇‍♀️

I’m so glad you like my stuff^^ I get so worried when all I get are reblogs and no true feedback lol, thanks for that! Ofc, I don’t mind doing the trio!

Chifuyu:

He stumbles out into the kitchen, setting his manga down to momentarily stray away to grab a glass of water before scooping it back up to head back to his room. A sound makes him look up from his book, quirking his brow before thinking nothing of it and continuing up the stairs.

He walks into his room, shivering by a sudden gust of wind as he looks up with furrowed brows, his expression changing when he sees you sitting on the carpet sifting through his magazines with Peke J in your lap purring.

“Uh.. hey?” he greets, sliding the awkward magazines away as you looked up with a smile.

“figured you needed company.” you say as you slide up to sit on top of his bed, forcing Peke J to move up with you as you looked up at the ceiling.

“You couldn’t just use the front door? Like normal people do?”

“No.”

Baji:

He huffs as he looses the match in his game, throwing his controller onto his bed as he leans back in his chair, groaning as he brushes through his hair.

“Lost again?” you interupt his pity party, hanging half inside the window as you wiggled in the rest of yourself as you plopped on his bed.

“Only because some dumbass shorted us on supplies. Why ya’ here babe?” he averts the conversation, momentarily looking at your peeking bra before peppering your face with little pecks as you giggled.

“No reason, I was bored and was walking the streets and came across some hot guy’s house. I figured it would be nice to see what he was about, but his open window was calling me inside.” he rolled his eyes at the remark, only taking into account the ‘hot guy’ part as a small grin formed on his face.

“You think I’m hot?”

Kazutora:

You slipped inside his room, glancing at the clock that read ‘10:19pm’ on it with a frown. He was still up, but he had been in bed recently since the sheets were already undone and wrinkled.

You slipped under the covers as you reached up to pull the window closed, huffing when you had to sit up to do it. Kazutora came back into the room, setting his drink down as he eyed you.

“What’cha up to?” he asks, scaring the life out of you as you turned to facr his shadowed figure in the dark.

“It was cold in my room. And… I had a nightmare.” you said quietly as you shivered, his room not proving to be any better than your own.

“So you came all the way up the street to meet me for warmth and comfort? Dedicated.” he comments as he takes a sip of his drink and crawls next to you, stretching out with a small yet satisfied sigh.

[todoroki-waifu]

Kazutora x Reader Warning: Female reader

Scenario: Another chapstick idea. ^^U  Genre: Fluff Word Count: 360

————— You were waiting for Kazutora by the school entrance, your friend having run back to his locker to retrieve his forgotten keys. You reach into your pocket, pulling out your favorite chapstick. The cooler weather tended to dry your lips more than any other season, so you made sure to always have lip balm available. 

“You really like that chapstick, huh?” A tall boy and his group of friends were passing you by. You recognized him and the others to be from the same year as you. 

“Oh, yeah, it’s my favorite. It’s a great lip moisturizer.” You showed him the brand in case he was curious to get one himself. Though it seems he was interested in something else. 

“You must have the softest lips then.” Your classmate grins as he takes a small step towards you. Your response was cut short by your black and yellow haired crush. Kazutora returned just in time for him to hear yours and his classmate’s advances. You feel his arm rest over your shoulders, tilting his head as he blinks curiously. 

“Hmm? Let’s test it out.” Kazutora lays his lips over yours, inducing heart flutters with every beat. He smiles into the kiss, making sure to pay attention to any signs of you being uncomfortable. He presses just a bit deeper when he doesn’t feel you push him off, but pulls away after a few seconds. He keeps an arm around you, facing the group of boys. "She sure indeed does have soft lips.” “I told you they were going out!” One of them smacks the arm of the one who attempted to charm you. “I didn’t know!” “Any more questions?” You hear Kazutora ask and all the boys excuse themselves, leaving the school grounds quickly. You both stood there for a few seconds, Kazutora watching the boys run while you stare at him. Once he turns to you, you ask him the question that was currently plaguing your mind. “D-did you mean that kiss or was it just to make them go away?”   Kazutora smiles slightly, leaning towards you to steal another kiss. “I don’t kiss anyone unless I mean it.”

[sakinotfound]

help me sleep?

characters~ toman founders

genre~ fluff, comfort

tw~ usage of cuss words and established relationship in mitsuya's and kazutora's part. draken's a bit ambiguous because it is up for your interpretation. sorry for any typos, i'll edit them soon.

a/n~ i'm depressed so i can't write but here's something till i get back to writing. i'll prolly vanish again

☁️mikey

mikey was busy reading a manga when you plopped down next to him on the sofa.

you didn't say anything for a few minutes and he kept reading on, thinking nothing of it. now what you were going to ask could be interpreted as absurd or even illogical by him so you were a bit hesitant to approach him about this.

he was your best friend though. time and time again he has offered to help you and stated that you could always come to him if you needed any help. he wouldn't judge you, right?

"hey mikey..." you began.

"hmm?"

"so... i have been having trouble falling asleep lately,"

"oh, why?"

"i don't know about that but uhm, i kind of wanted to ask for a small favor." you said before quickly adding. "only if you are okay with it, of course. no pressure."

leaving his manga aside, he shifted his position and was now completely facing you. "what is it, y/n?"

"could you keep talking while i try to sleep? just talk about anything in general, i don't really care but don't stop till you think i have fallen asleep."

mikey stared at you for a couple of seconds, just blinking before asking, "you want me to keep talking while you try to sleep?"

you nodded.

"but wouldn't that be distracting?"

"no actually. your voice..." you cleared your throat. "your voice is very soothing. and it helps me calm down. whenever you're talking, i feel at ease. i have noticed it quite a few times. i don't wanna resort to pills so i thought of asking you first."

slowly, very slowly pretty pink started creeping up his round cheeks. his eyes softened and he clicked his tongue in hopes of hiding the blushing smile threatening to show his real emotions. so he turned away from your observing gaze, suddenly feeling overwhelmed.

"is that so, hun..." he got off the sofa and sat at the carpet now. "here-" he placed a cushion. "lay down and get comfortable, kay? i'll- do you need a blanket?"

"nah i am fine." you got conformable and he nodded in response. "it's too hot, can you switch on the a/c though?"

"cool, shall we start?" you gave him an affirmative nod but he looked a little confused.

"what is it?" you questioned.

"uh, what should i talk about?"

"anything mikey, really. talk to me like you normally do, it would definitely work. you have a pretty voice."

a cough was let out by the blond to cover up his smile. boy was his heart racing. he was on cloud nine today.

and he began. talking about his shenanigans with the founders since his early childhood, and he didn't even realise how invested he got in the stories, replaying it all in front of you so happily, that he forgot what he actually was supposed to be doing this for.

"and then you know what hap-" his charcoal black eyes, usually devoid of emotions darted towards you.

you slept like a little baby. with one arm under your head and one on the pillow, you were curled up. your breathing was slow and light. your body moved up and down gently due to your shallow breathing. and he noticed then how there was a small smile adorning your face.

"beautiful..." was all he could say and he never realised when his thoughts slipped past his lips. well good for him, you were in a very deep sleep to hear his words.

he spent the next five minutes staring at your pretty sleeping form before releasing how creepy it was to stare at someone who's sleeping so he scrambled to get a hold of that manga he was reading.

"oi Mikey-" draken opened the door, rather harshly.

"shhh!" mikey glared at his best friend with a finger to his lips.

"wha-"

"y/n is sleeping. don't make so much noise." he whisper-yelled.

"oh, sorry." draken mumbled before pointing at the watermelon in his hands, effectively delivering the question to which the 5'3 nodded excitedly.

tip-toe-ing to the dining table, behind the living room he made a beeline towards the watermelon. "we'll save some for them too. remind me to give them, soon as they wake up."

☁️draken

"draken, are you busy right now?" you asked as you closed the door to the room you just entered.

The aforementioned person looked up and smiled. "oh hey y/n. no i am not, what's up?"

"i... uh... i kind of wanted to ask for a favor if that's alright with you."

"favor you say. let's hear it."

"yes, so uh lately i have been having some trouble falling asleep. don't ask why because i myself don't know but it's annoying to say the least. it leaves me all tired and exhausted the next day. pills are a stronger option, so i wanted to ask if you could help me a little."

"me?" he frowned. "how can i help in this?"

"well you know when I used to be a kid, i used to lay in my mom's lap and she would gently pat my ear. the sound of the rotating fan and then the muffled sound as soon as she would cover the ear canal, would always lull me to sleep. you can say it's one of my favourite sounds."

draken nodded, getting the message. "but are you sure you are comfortable with laying on my lap?"

turning to him, you flashed him a genuine smile. "i trust you draken and i feel safe when you are around. that's why i came to you instead of anyone else."

place a stethoscope against his chest and hear how crazy his heart started beating. had he not have mastered the art of always showing a grumpy face since his childhood, it would have been painfully obvious he was blushing.

draken knows he looks intimidating and his image as a gang member, doesn't help him much. but to think you feel safe with him so much so that you are willing to be vulnerable in his vicinity as well as asking him to help you, made him so very happy, you have no idea.

"sure, you wanna try it right now?" the sun was setting, casting an orange-ish glow to the room. with the cool atmosphere and comfortable lighting, this was the perfect opportunity for an afternoon/evening nap.

"i mean if it's okay with you then yes please. i am exhausted." you emphasised. one look at your dark circles and he didn't question further.

nodding his head, he patted his lap. draken was a large man, standing at 6'1 and bulky so it wasn't a surprise that his lap felt more like a warm pillow. a smile immediately crept up your face. it felt oh-so comfortable, plus he was warm.

he started gently, slowly. trying and testing. his eyes not leaving your face for even a second, he was trying to decipher what worked best based on your expressions. you took in a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. peace.

later he realised it had been quite some time and your breathing had started decreasing until it was shallow. you looked so peaceful. like someone finally at rest after a long day of work.

he just couldn't help but smile, a big one. a happy one. having you so close to him, resting as the sun went down and sleeping on his lap made him let out a happy chuckle. he pushed aside some hair that had covered your face due to the light breeze coming in from the open shoji doors.

you looked so soft and pretty. he wanted to kiss your face right then and there. but for now, he layed back, against the back rest and went deep into the slumber land.

this was nice.

☁️kazutora

"kazu?" you called.

"yeah?" he replied.

it was a very pleasant weather today. the sky was clear with a few clouds floating above. cool breeze touched your skin, your hair, which were spread in all their glory - or not if they are very short - on the grass, ruffling slightly as you both laid on the soft, green grass staring up at the sky. it was kazu's idea to go to the hills and spend some alone, peaceful time, away from the hustling and bustling city life.

you couldn't deny. how could you? you often found yourself giving into whatever kazutora has to offer - it's always good though - it's kinda hard to say no to this cutie. he is just so adorable with his big golden eyes and cute puffy cheeks and awefully adorable laugh. you are just so mesmerized by him. but he doesn't need to know that, he would surely take it's disadvantage.

though you love everything about him, his voice - especially when he sings or even hums a tune - brings tranquility and solace to your often anxious mind. his voice is definitely your favourite thing about him. he brings peace and calmness like no other. ironic for someone with a not-so peaceful and calming past. but that's his beauty.

in all honesty all the credit goes to him, for his non-stop, determined efforts and his wonderful therapist. these two are doing amazing these past few years and bringing great results too. you are glad to have been able to witness his journey and outcomes alike. you are so very proud of him.

you turned from looking at the sky to his pretty face. cute.

"love, can you sing for me please?"

"hun?" you caught him off-gaurd. despite your love for his voice, you don't usually ask him to sing. wanting to save it for only special moments. "why all of a sudden?"

"i have been having trouble sleeping these past few weeks. i thought i'll just suck it up till i finally get back on track but this problem only seems to get worse." you let out an exhausted sigh. "so i thought maybe if your singing or even humming a tune could get me a wink of sleep, i'll be a happy human."

he let out a laugh, "you should have told me sooner, pretty." he traced his fingers on the outline of your face, taking in how gorgeous you looked to him before sinking his face and placing a feathery kiss to your lips. "sure."

and then he began, singing lyrics to a song you both loved. pushing his shoulder down, you moved to lay your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his upper torso. he continued singing and his hands continued rubbing your sides.

you don't know when you fell asleep but you bet it was one of the best sleeps you had. being with him was heaven on earth.

☁️baji

people often questioned baji about what was the secret to his beautiful hair? what products does he use? what fruits does he eat?

and he always responded with, "it's natural dude. all i do is oil them."

that never seemed to satisfy the interrogators because seriously? that's all it takes? they are sure he uses some secret shampoo he isn't letting them in on.

and they are right. baji has got lusciously long and thick hair. shining black with silkiness of satin itself. your fingers would slip right through the strands of his hair despite them being slightly wavy. they are not straight.

now perks of being baji's best friend is that you spend majority of your day in his house. no really because if somebody needs to contact you, the first place anyone would recommend would be the baji household. none of the bajis minded though, courtesy to you being both of them's absolute favourite.

and that is how you find yourself, sitting cross-legged on the floor between baji's legs with your head mercy to his long, slender fingers. behind you, baji was sitting on a stool whereas his mother sat on a chair with longer legs. baji sitting in between his mother's legs with his head, mercy to mrs. baji.

this is called champi in hindi. an intense massaging of the scalp with essential oils, used to strengthen and nourish the roots. while it does help in getting longer, smoother, thicker hair, it also makes people very very sleepy. i mean it is used to help relieve stress after all. and to top it all off, mrs. baji has made you both a glass of butter milk.

your head lolls in his hands and he smacks you, shouting at you to stop moving so much. but you let out an annoyed hiss because it feels so good. if you could, you would spend your entirety of your life like this. it feels as if the source of the sound is faraway but you make it out to be mrs. baji.

"they must be tired, kei. you know how it helps you sleep, right? massage the sides with your thumbs gently- yeah just like that and the bring the thumbs to rub circles on the forehead. it would help them relax. good, now-"

ten minutes later and mrs. baji is resting her head against the wall, with keisuke's head planted on her left thigh and you clinging to her son's left thigh, fast asleep.

the cooler made little rumbling noise in the background and for once, all was quite in the baji household during the day. you all definitely have to do this more often!

☁️mitsuya

your boyfriend and you had decided to spend the night together at his house. the plan was to put his sisters to bed by ten and then you two would do whatever the fuck you wanted all night. discussions reached from baking to trying a new ramen recipe to watching anime or some movies to bringing books for each other and reading in silence with each other's company and the list went on. a perfect plan, right?

wrong. had you known mitsuya was a genius at putting people to sleep - both temporarily and permanently, your boyfriend can fight - you wouldn't have agreed to this.

here you were laying down next to luna as mitsuya held mana in his arms, all four of you clumped up in a bed made for two, with limbs entangled because apart from the lilac haired, none of you held enough consciousness to move aside. too sleepy to even register about whatever the fuck he was reading from a children's book.

luna and mana were understandable, what were you doing, as a grown up person, falling asleep to mitsuya's reading was the question. you were sure, this was some sort of trick on mitsuya's part because knowingly or unknowingly he hit the nail on every single thing that lulled you to sleep!

and just like that you were knocked out, asleep. mitsuya stifled a laugh. in his view was, you in the middle with luna and mana latched on your sides like little koalas. funnily all three of you had lips parted as slight drool dribbled down.

mitsuya was aware of your troubles with falling asleep so he didn't dare wake you up. your night date could wait, you needed to get a good night's sleep first. but not wanting to leave this adorable scene and also wanting to be a part of it, mitsuya muttered a "fuck it" and wrapped his arms around mana's back.

mrs. mitsuya would be sure to click hundreds of pictures tomorrow morning because all four of her children looked so cute and sweet like this.

☁️haruki hayashida (pah-chin)

"hey, can i talk to you for a minute?" pah looked up at you and grinned.

"yo y/n, wassup?" he excitedly got up and made his way upto you.

mirroring his smile you walked upto him, "no no, wait i'm coming."

squatting down, you pet Pochi's head to which the dog wagged their tail happily. you were one of the few people Pochi actually liked.

"though you're always welcome at my house and i always look forward to when you come but can i ask why are you here right now?" he religiously hoped he didn't come out rude. you were probably the only person after mikey and draken which he actually wanted to impress and actually respected.

"ah," you chuckled nervously, dreading the talk you came here for. "about that."

you stood up, signalling Pochi to walk away. shifting on your feet and eyes swerving left to right you thought upon your words again as if you hadn't prepared a pre-designed monologue because this was embarrassing.

"i wanted some help..."

absolutely elated about the fact that you came upto him for help he asked excitedly. "oh? what is it?"

"well, actually, the thing is..." taking a deep breath you said. "can i sleep in your bed?"

eyes shut close, the embarassment and horror of what you just said started settling in.

who the fuck says that?!

"...come again?"

a groan, "look, remember the time when our parents went out for dinner together and we decided to have a movie night? but i fell asleep so you brought me to your bed? well i have never slept like i did that night. it was fucking amazing. and the problem is, i can't seem to fall asleep as of late. i have no idea why but i desperately need it. so please can i sleep in your bed?"

there was silence in the big room. pin drop silence. deafening silence.

"...okay." he nodded. "i mean if it helps you then uh sure."

you tilted your head, confused because pah's face looked seconds away from exploding. he was bright red.

"are you sure?"

"y-yeah." he replied. "do you wanna go to my room right now?"

and that's how you ended up in his bed, tugged inside the comforter on a soft satin pillow.

"right... so uh i'll be leaving then-"

"no wait! uhm can you... like... stay here?" you didn't dare look at him. "please?"

fumes were escaping his nostrils and ears. his eyes were wide and lips tugged inside by his teeth. oh how much he struggled with breathing and not showing what a mess he was, only he and God knew.

but he was delighted. he was bursting with happiness inside. every cell in his body was doing their own dance.

what a blessing... he sighed.

"okay." he nodded. he can never say no to you, can he?

[playgrl0]

"y/n, have you seen my navy blue hoodie?" kazutora yells while entering the living room, only to slap his hand over his mouth to shut himself up when he sees you sleeping on the couch, wearing that exact hoodie he was looking for. a soft smile appears on his lips and he swears his heart will burst any second now. you look so adorable laying there, your body being swallowed by his large hoodie, hood over your head, cuddling a pillow tightly to your chest. he's just standing there admiring you. how cute you look, how angelic. he is so happy that you're his.

he decides that he should move you to the bed so you can sleep more comfortably. he doesn't want your back to hurt. he walks over to the couch, carefully and slowly picks you up bridal style and walks into your shared bedroom. "tora?" you mumble tiredly. "just movin' you to bed, baby. go back to sleep." he kisses your forehead and enters the bedroom. he carefully lays you down, draping the blanket over you, making sure you're fully covered. "wait, let me take the hoodie off, you wanted to wear it." you quietly tell him and before you can fully sit up he gently presses your body down again. " 's fine. keep it on, angel." he presses a kiss on your cheek. "go back to sleep. i'll go to the store. i'll be back in 20 and then nap with you, okay?" he explains while stroking your cheek with his thumb. your eyes were closed the entire time he was talking and he chuckles to himself, not sure if you even heard him. with another kiss to your forehead he gets up and leaves to go to the store, making sure to be fast so he can cuddle up beside you and hold you in his arms.

a/n: something really simple and short. couldn't help myself, i love kazutora he deserves more love!!! <333

<3 @ playgrl0

[kshira]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

request: can you please do “tokyo revengers boys making their partner flinch / cry / scare her during an argument and then they would feel really bad and get all soft?

ft. mikey, kazutora, hanma, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, cursing, slight angst, hurt to comfort

an. scary soft boys for the win <3

ミ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘

the darkness clouds his vision with every step mikey takes towards you, your back firmly pressed against the wall and you have nowhere to go. he raises his eyes up to you, shoulders rolling with anger, “i’m not arguing with you.”

mikey’s words feel filthy spewing from his lips, the warmth of his breath fans over your lips but you stand your ground, balling your fist to your sides and clenching them, “how is this arguing when i just want to know if you’re okay?” you shiver when mikey steps one inch closer, caging your body in with his own form.

“just do me a favor and leave” mikey scoffs before stepping away, freezing when he process what he just said but it’s too late, a soft bellow erupts from your throat and you resolve to the floor—crying into your palms, mikey’s heart capturing the shattering of your ache.

his eyes revert back to a bleak black, static circling into the orbs, reality hits harder as mikey listens to another ill sob rip from your chest, “if that’s what you want then fine, i’ll leave” you look up to him, his body trembling as mikey bends down to drape his arms around you.

“please don’t leave” he cries, the salty tears streaming down his pink cheeks as you pull away, “i’m doing you a favor manjiro, just like you said.” mikey doesn’t budge, gripping you harder against his cheek, “the only favor i want from you is never leaving me, i’m nothing without you” mikey chokes, burying his face harder into your neck and finally you drown his body with your arms, engulfing him into a hug.

“i’m sorry angel, i’m so sorry for saying something like that—i promise that my life is yours, i can’t live without you” mikey muffles into your skin and you sigh, running your fingers through his hair. an impulse dark and livid courses through his veins, but with a light casted amongst the shadows, mikey knows he can burn through it with you there.

ミ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀

his hands are splayed across the table while you bite back an answer, kazutora darts his golden orbs through you. it’d been like this for an hour, the bickering back and forth over something so ignorant and thoughtless.

but you didn’t want to avoid the topic and your boyfriend wouldn’t budge—kazutora’s hair curtains around his face, dark eyes focusing on your form lingering closer to him, “why can’t you just shut up and listen, huh? all you do is bitch at me” kazutora seethes, and a gasp falls from your lips— “you’re a fucking asshole.”

kazutora opens his mouth to speak but slowly closes it when he watches you look at him with pain glossing over your face and before he can even blink the audible slam of your shared bedroom door rings in his ear. kazutora winces once more at the agonizing silence welcoming him, his hands crowding around his face, screwing tired eyes closed at the choice of words kazutora used blisters his mind.

he hates the way he lashes out sometimes, careless words fumbling from his mouth before a second thought—kazutora has spent years with you but the knife like words always feel fresh with the sorrow look on your face, and usually he gives you space before apologizing but kazutora is tired of suffering the same path.

the door quietly creaks as your boyfriend pushes it open, soft pads of his feet bounce against the carpet until he reaches you, a gentle hand brushing over your head tucked away under the covers, “i just want to let you know princess that you don’t bitch at me, and i don’t ever want you to shut up” kazutora bends down to place a kiss on your head.

“i want to listen to you everyday of my life, telling me how much you love me—how your day is, if i can ever make it better” kazutora rises to his feet, smiling to himself when you shuffle under the covers, a hand slithering from the fabrics, gripping against his wrist as you drag it back under the covers with you.

peppering his skin with your lips kazutora snorts, “you’re so cute angel, tell me how i can make it better—okay?” kazutora lifts the covers up, bending back down with his hands cupping your face, “always want to make you happy, i promise i’ll never yell at you again.”

ミ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀

hanma allows the conversation to take a sharper path, his jaw clenched while the argument had drawn heated, he can’t help but want to run away—go back to the peaceful moment. you go to reach out to him, fingers finding solace on his cheek but hanma steps back—in fault, you flinch back from his hand raised.

his eyes grow wide, concern flooding hanma’s mind while you move further away from him, his voice still booms inside your head—the quake, pure rupture of a single yell trembles your body. “w-why are you flinching, baby?” hanma croaks, wiping a single tear sliding down your cheek.

“you scared me shuji” your voice shakes, hanma can’t help but feel his chest sink, “you’re scared of me? angel, why?” hanma presses, bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks as his thumb swipes over the resigning tears, “you kept yelling, i was scared..” you trail off, avoiding your boyfriend's piercing gaze.

“that i would hurt you?” hanma finishes your sentence, deepening his golden hues to search for answers amongst your expressions. “do you think i’d ever hurt you? i’d want to put my hands on your body like that?” hanma fingers indent on your flesh, mirroring your eyes as tears flush down his face.

“because i wouldn’t, i want to protect you—i’d never let anyone hurt you” hanma sniffles, and for once your lips tug a warm smile, “i know shuji.” hanma flashes a cheesy grin, the feeling inside the room has shifted back to a peaceful moment and hanma could relish just like this, holding within his hands—a reason to live, the will to fight—you.

ミ 𝐑𝐀𝐍

“another trip? ran, i haven’t even spent an entire day with you in weeks” you look down at ran as he packs clothing inside his luggage, “it’ll go by fast, my love” ran murmurs, rising to his feet and giving you a weak smile.

“can’t you just ask for a day off for once?” you protest, hand covering your heart while you follow ran to the other side of the room, his shoulders drop as he spins around, “you knew what you were getting into when i asked you to be my girlfriend” ran says dully, his eyes are so lifeless and you can tell how much his work has drained his soul.

“i thought you’d make time for me” you whisper, dropping your head as tears fall from your face and crash around the floor, ran flinches listening to you cry, “hey princess, don’t cry—i-i’ll try next time, take some time off for you” ran grips your chin with two fingers, tilting your head to meet his.

“but when will there be a next time?” you sob, choking on the tears while they fumble from your eyes, it feels like this is it—ran has chosen what he wants, and that isn’t you. a single decision alters your fate between ran, and he can only watch as pain riddles your body.

“it’s now, work can wait. i can’t lose you princess, i fuckin’ can’t” ran chokes back tears, wrapping his arms around your body—you both crash to the ground as ran holds you tighter, “please believe me when i tell you that you’re so important to me, you’re my everything” ran nestles his face into your neck, leaving the flesh with fresh tears.

time moves just a little slower while ran holds you close to his heart, he hates the time he’s lost with you—disgusts swarms his stomach at the nights you’ve spent alone but today marks an eternity he never leaves you alone because without you, he’d be nothing but a working husk of a man.

ミ 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

rindou rarely gets mad but when he does it all topples over at once, his voice growing in volumes, items being scattered and words never unspoken are loud and clear. rindou doesn’t even realize he’s already pushed you against a corner of the room, crowding around you.

“i said what i fucking said, im done” rindou’s head throbs with anger, voice reaching into your ears—fear coursing through your viens, you feel trapped. but rindou doesn’t notice, continuing to pick at you—stab you where it hurts.

“rindou, stop” you scream back, raising your hand to his chest as you push him back, “you’re getting too close to me, i’m scared” you stifle the last words, watching his eyes flash from red back to his normal color, flickering concern on his face.

rindou takes a step back, looking over your hands holding your body for comfort and eyes swelling with tears, “you’re scaring me rin, please stop” you cry, choking on the incoming sob rippling through your chest and rindou breaks down right on the spot, eyes softening at you.

whatever the argument was, rindou doesn’t care anymore, he only walks closer to you, asking softly if he can touch you and when you allow him—he’s pulling you into a hug, vision clouded with his own tears when you tremble under his hold.

“i love you” rindou whispers, leaning his chin on your shoulder, using his palm to soothe a circle on your back, “i love you so much, angel.” rindou’s hold never falters, he’s afraid if he ever let go you’d disappear and rindou knows from now on, he couldn’t ever possibly do this again because even though he acts like he could, living without you isn’t an option.

ミ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

“please” sanzu raises his voice, rolling his shoulders causing your hand to slip from him, you turn your body completely away from him in the bed, quietly letting a sob be captured through your hand plastered on your mouth.

sanzu doesn’t like to be nurtured for too long, he’s far too independent for his own good and just a slice of kindness shown to him, cracks his insecurities wide open and one of the only ways he’s been able to get his point across is to yell—loudly.

“i just want to be here for you but you make it impossible” you croak, leaning up on the bed and looking over at sanzu, he grunts before climbing out of the bed entirely. “you treat me like a child” he mumbles, reaching for a blanket and his pillow.

“what did you say?” you reach for his hand but sanzu jerks it away, chest rising with anger, “i said you treat me like a fucking child!” sanzu screams now, the sonic boom of his voice bleeds through your ears, throwing your hands over them while sanzu begins raising his voice higher and higher.

sanzu eyes color black, he doesn’t even recognize his voice anymore as it succumbs through his throat, targeting your cowering body, “haru, please stop yelling—it hurts” you sob, and without another moment passed sanzu freezes, pausing to look over at your body huddled against the bed.

“fuck—princess, i didn’t mean to yell like this, i-i don’t know what came over me” sanzu slowly crawls back on the bed, peeling your hands from your ears and smiling when he’s met with pretty doe like eyes, “there’s my girl” sanzu whispers, thumbing away the broken tears and pulling your hands into his own.

“i take you for granted sometimes, you’re the only person that’s ever showed me love” sanzu brings your fingers up to his mouth, pressing a kiss on each digit, “i’m going to show you how much i deserve you” sanzu whispers, peppering his lips intentionally on one certain finger.

[xiaos-boywife]

Hey guys, I know I haven’t been active like at all, only reblogging stuff, and tbh idk if I’m gonna come back. Things have been really hard recently with my life so I haven’t had the motivation to post at all. But if I do feel like writing again or smth I’ll let y’all know. I’m still gonna leave my requests open in case I do come back cuz then I’d have some stuff to write. Until then, see ya

[hanmine]

[ 𝟕:𝟑𝟐 𝐏𝐌 ] — 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀

“are you done being mad at me?” wakasa raises a brow, and you’re almost inclined to throw the knife in your hand at his head—but, given that he’ll simply dodge it, and you’ll just have a ruined wall, you decide to fight the urge. he sighs when you don’t answer, pulling a chair from your dining table and seating himself as he watches you make dinner.

still enough for two, he notes, and a small spark lights up from his fingertips all the way to his heart.

“i told you it was an accident, don’t be so mad all the time,” he groans, and the glare you shoot him makes him roll his eyes.

and it’s not like he meant to forget your date, he usually always remembers. it’s one time, and wakasa can’t understand why it’s such a big deal.

“are you gonna just cry over one missed date for two days now?” he asks, irritation lacing his voice. “we could’ve gone on like three dates by now if you just stopped sulking,” he mutters, picking at his nails, and a part of you wants to scream at him, wants to throw all the dishes in the sink at him as he tries to dodge them all, but another part—a part you’re trying so hard not to show—simply wants to cry.

and you know how he is, you knew before you ever got involved with him, you know he’s not the most expressive guy—but somehow, despite it all, you just wish he’d at least look like he’s trying.

“hey,” he says seriously, eyes finally hardening with a firmness you know all too well. you don’t think you can handle this conversation right now. “enough is eno—”

“please leave,” you whisper. wakasa pauses, staring at you incredulously as you don’t even spare him a glance. he thinks it’s because you’re mad—you know it’s because if you do, the dam will break.

it’s so silly, so incredibly sensitive of you. you’ve been dating for months, the honeymoon stage is long over, but still. you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to make your eight month milestone with wakasa special—and you thought there could be the slightest chance he’d feel the same.

but he forgot. and you feel dumb. you feel like an overly sentimental fool, and even if you try and tell yourself you’re simply overreacting, you can’t help but let the hurt blossom.

and you’re sure your boyfriend will look at you like you’re a fool too—and you certainly feel like one—so the best thing to do is avoid him until the feelings fizzle out.

but wakasa seems adamant on that not happening.

“what?” he inquires, and your eyes betray you, casting themselves as traitors as they let hot tears stream down your face. you angle your body away so he can’t see, hoping he doesn’t notice, but almost instantly, there’s a presence hovering behind you. “what’s wrong? shit—okay look, i didn’t mean to forget, alright? that was on me, it just slipped my mind—kay look. don’t cry or nothing, alright?”

“just go away,” you sniffle, twisting to avoid the arms that move to wrap around your waist, and for a second, you think you’ve probably ruined everything.

he’s probably tired of your overreacting, and the thought makes you wrap your arms tightly around yourself, biting your lip as you fight the wobble.

“baby, just talk to me,” he mumbles, arms wrapping around you once more. this time, they’re a bit more determined, and they don’t let you escape. a soft kiss plants itself to the back of your neck, and you feel yourself get pulled into an sturdy chest. “what’s got you upset? the date? were you excited for that restaurant? i’ll take you right now, but don’t cry—”

“it’s not the stupid restaurant,” you sniffle, giving up and leaning your weight into him. it’s silent for a moment, and then you’re being turned, warm hands cupping your cheeks and tilting your head up to meet wakasa’s gaze. his heart breaks a little at the glassiness of your eyes.

“then what’s got you all worked up, hmm?” he asks softly, and his thumb soothes over your cheek. the words almost tumble out of your mouth, but you stop yourself—and he can sense it. “tell me,” he says simply. “i want to fix it.”

and before you can hesitate, you’re blurting out, “it was our eighth month.” you look down, not meeting his eyes. “wanted it to be special. but that’s dumb, it’s okay, i was just bei—”

“ah fuck,” he curses. “knew i was forgetting something importa—okay, okay. new plan,” he murmurs, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, and you blink, brows furrowing that he’s not rolling his eyes, and he’s not telling you to get over it, and he’s not annoyed. “you finish up dinner, i’ll get you the fanciest reservation for tomorrow, kay? no more tears though,” he brushes away the last few on your cheek, hugging your waist as you process his words.

“what?”

“you heard me,” he whispers, voice husky as he trails kisses down your jaw, burying his face into your neck. “‘m sorry, baby. didn’t mean to forget.”

and it hits you that maybe you got it all wrong, that maybe you weren’t fair on wakasa. of course he cares, and a silly little eight month milestone isn’t silly to him if it’s important to you. you wrap your arms around his neck, shuffling closer.

“got all dressed up and cute that night,” you pout. “you didn’t even get to see.” he nods, rubbing small circles into your back.

“this is horrible news,” he mumbles. “i really missed out.”

“you did,” you nod, and he presses another kiss to your neck.

“s’okay, you’ll get all dolled up for me tomorrow, won’t you?” and finally, a small smile forms on your lips as you nod, relaxing fully into his embrace as he stays rubbing your back, the hurt and doubt and anger from before all melting away.

yeah, maybe you got it all wrong.

“you don’t deserve it,” you mutter.

“yeah, i don’t,” he agrees. pulling away, he looks at you with a small smirk, leaning in as his forehead meets yours. “but you’ll still do it for me anyway, right?”

and when you nod, his lips crash into yours, and you think maybe he is expressive—in his own annoying little way.