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a kaveh in case i fall asleep before finishing

gay people 💕

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐅𝐔𝐋 — 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

↳ cw: swearing, alcohol, suggestive

something's off.

rindou's been awake for no more than thirty seconds but he can tell—something's off. there was no dip in the mattress beside him. your warmth was absent from his hold. he couldn't smell your shampoo, couldn't feel the plush of your skin beneath his fingers. your spot was empty and cold. you were gone.

he shot up into a sitting position, fingernails digging into the threads of the sheets, strands of lavender hair sticking to the beads of sweat on his forehead. the sudden jolt sent a piercing throb through his skull.

"ah, fucking hell." he cursed, a hand coming up to hold his head. he squeezed his eyes shut and snarled at the uncomfortable sensation. every pound that struck his cranium was heavy and loud as if they were beats of a drum. why was his head throbbing?

"are you okay?"

soles of slippers dragged against the carpet, the soft sound accompanying that of your voice. it was loud enough for rindou to hear but quiet enough so as to not aggravate his ailment. his pulsating headache persisted but hearing your voice gave him a different sense of relief.

"where'd you go?" he ignored your question, choosing to ask one of his own. rindou dragged his eyes up from his lap to meet yours.

"the store," you waved the plastic bag out in front of you as you made your way to join him on the bed. stepping out of your slippers, you took a seat on the mattress at rindou's feet, tucking your own beneath your thighs so you were sitting cross-legged. "had to pick up a few things."

‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎 𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 / TOKYO REVENGERS

˳೫˚ — 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. chifuyu matsuno . rindou haitani . manjiro sano

˳೫˚ — 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. based on this ask / inbox is open for suggestions! / i don't care if mikey is ooc because in my house this man only deserve happiness.

Rindou has been waiting on the sofa for you for the past hour. Yes it’s late, yes he tends to worry, yes he refuses to call you and nag while you’re with your friends. Instead, in the space of the last four hours, he’s flicked on the TV set, flicked through the channels half-heartedly, picked up his phone every two minutes only to throw it back against the cushions and sigh, leaning back on the plush throws, his hair falling to the side in wisps as he stares at the bulb hanging from the ceiling and then at the clock as the hands tick closer to 12am.

He’s torn between wanting to hear the lilt of your voice, to hear you grumble about the cold or the deafening clamour of bodies jumping in time to the crash of music, and wanting to leave you to enjoy this precious and hard earned time with your friends, time he knows you’ve fought tooth and nail to have. 

[ 𝟗:𝟒𝟐 𝐀𝐌 ] — 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 (𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘)

arms tighten their hold on you as mikey groans, burying his head into your chest. sighing, you glance at the clock, trying your best to wriggle out of his grip as he falls into slumber once more, but his arms lock you in place again.

mornings with mikey always tend to be unproductive, he’s not one to give in once he decides on something—and most mornings, he decides you’ll stay in bed with him for as long as his hearts content.

“mikey,” you sigh, prodding at his shoulder. he pretends not to hear you—the little shit, you think. you can feel the tiny smile on his lips against your chest. “mikey, let go.”

“no,” he mumbles. “don’t wanna.” it’s an everlasting effort to try not to roll your eyes at your boyfriend, he makes the task harder than most. pinching his arm, you glare at him when he jolts a little, staring at you in shock.

“mikey i’ve got things to do—mmph,” and you’re cut off by him plopping himself on top of you, caging your body with his arms as his face digs deeper into the fabric of your shirt. his body lays in between your legs, and though you’re annoyed, there’s something so angelic about him like this.

“stay,” he murmurs. and it’s all it takes.

with a sigh, you relax, shaking your head amused at the control he has over you. a few pouts, a soft plead, and mikey’s got you wrapped around his finger, bent to his every wish. and you would be mad, but he’s the same way, everything on pause for you should you say the word.

you rub over the bare skin of his back, feeling the rippling muscles under your palm. letting out a content sigh, he nuzzles deeper into you, pressing a tiny kiss to your other hand when it lays on his cheek.

“we really should get up,” you whisper.

“i missed you at night,” he mumbles. “wanna spend more time with you.”

“mikey, we spent the whole night together, what are you talking about?” pouting, he gently guides your hand to his hair, leaning into your touch. you smile at his ploy to get you to stroke through the strands, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as you do.

“didn’t even talk to me,” he grumbles. “just slept the whole time.” his voice is accusatory, as if you’ve betrayed him for doing the norm and falling asleep. he pouts bitterly at the memory of being cut off during his rambling by your soft snore.

“oh,” you roll your eyes. “sorry, i’ll try not to do that next time.”

“i’ll wake you up if you fall asleep while i’m talking tonight. swear i’ll do it,” he warns. you snort, making him crack a smile, humming when you gently scratch at his scalp with your nails.

and it’s serene, mornings like this, just the two of you in here. because out there, out there he’s someone else, someone you know you should run away from, someone who’s done things that would make your head spin if you knew the depths of them. but you can’t seem to let him go, not when you see him like this, heart entrusted in your hands. he’s everything you shouldn’t want, but it makes him that much more exhilarating.

i love you.

it’s all your heart screams when he’s around, and his screams it right back. the deafening silence of his absence is scarier than his crimes.

“kay, drama queen. you’re bad for my sleep schedule,” you scowl. his eyes close, the scent of your perfume and body wash wafting through his nose as you gather his hair into your hands. “where are your hair ties?” wordlessly, he holds up an arm, two hair ties on his wrist. grabbing them, you part his hair down the middle.

“what’re you doing?”

“your hair,” you say simply. and in a few moments, his hair is tied into two neat pigtails, making you giggle at the sight. “some crime lord,” you snort. “you look like you’re ready for the first day of elementary school.”

“hey,” he protests. “i was badass in elementary school. took out the older kids like they were nothing.”

“then you’d be too cool for me,” you sigh dramatically, making him smirk. and you should be doing errands right now, but mikey’s body on top of yours feels so right—even if he is rather heavy.

“nah,” he grins, peering up at you. “i bet you peaked in elementary school, loser,” he teases. and the soft chuckles that ring through the room encompass the both of you like a hug.

i love you.

you both whisper the message wordlessly through the sweet kiss you share. and you think a few more moments in bed with him couldn’t hurt, not when he eyes glint like that, bright and full of life.

when you shortcut words on their phone

a/n: I found this hilarious, so I’d thought I’d make my own version!

part 2

if you don’t know what I mean by shortcut,I basically mean changing words in someone’s phone to be something else

ex: chicken nuggets instead of hey

Mikey Draken Rindou

Baji Ran

Inui (inupi)

quote in Baji’s: from the Gettysburg address

quote is Rindou’s: from clueless (yes I slacked of in his)

Reblogs/ likes/comments are appreciated <3

//end!

Sent from heaven

Character: Rindou x fem!reader feat. Ran

Warnings: angst, mentions of pregnancy

A/n: me: I’m such an ass, my friend next to me who already read this: yes. Yes you are. Comments, reblogs etc are welcomed :) tell me if you want a pt.2 ^.^

“Good morning pretty.” You hear Rindou mumble in his raspy morning voice.

“Hey baby.” You turn around, your body still tightly wrapped in his arms. Looking up, you look into the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever looked at. The lavender color and the droopy eyes, which look even more tired in the morning. You reach out and run your fingers over the right side of his face, gently caressing him. A small smile forms on his face and he closes his eyes. The way he lays down right now, with his hair slightly under his head, the small rays of sunlight illuminating his bicolored hair… you smile to yourself. In this moment you could convince yourself that it could be his brother holding you in his arms and not him.

You get thrown out of your daydreams, when he opens his eyes again with a sigh.

“I need to get up, we have a meeting at 9am.” He says, yet he nuzzles his face into your soft hair and inhales deeply. “God I love you so much.” He mumbles and places a soft kiss on your scalp.

“I love you too Rin.” you reply, and to be fair you weren’t lying. You do love him, you just … love his brother a bit more. And that you’ve always did. Ever since middle school you had a crush on him… and Rindou had one on you. It was obvious for everyone around you two. Rindou’s always been nicer to you, more gentle, dropping awkward compliments, while blushing and rubbing the back of his neck. And you accepted them, always with a smile on your face, while your eyes kept on glancing over to his brother standing a few meters away from him. You always tried to get closer to Ran, but it never worked out. Maybe you weren’t pretty enough for him back then… or it was the fact that in his eyes, you’ve always belonged to his little brother.

You bit your lower lip at this thought. Was it all Rindou’s fault that Ran never laid his eyes on you?

Your eyes started to get glossy.

And now you’re here in the arms of his little brother. Using him, just to be closer to your true love. The sad thing is, the more time you get to spend with Ran, the more you fall in love with him. The way he talks to you, flirts with you, just to tease his brother, the way he runs his hand through his silky soft hair. You’re always observing him. Observing how he places his arm around the waist of some girl, he doesn’t even know the name of.

How he runs his lips up her neck, kissing her jaw, while grabbing the soft flesh of her hips.

The more you observed him, the more you longed to be that person in his arms. To be the girl he leaves with, the girl that gets to feel his hands running over her body, his lips touching yours. You wanted to be her.

You longed for Ran’s touch, while you were seated on Rindous lap, his hands holding you close, his lips occasionally finding its way onto the exposed skin on your shoulder. And you knew, you just knew he had this small smile on his face, the smile he always got when you’re with him. Rindou loves you with everything he got. You were the most important person for him and he’d die for you if it meat that you’d live just one second longer.

“My love, what’s wrong?” He asks softly, yet his voice is laced with worry. He turns on his back and pulls you into his chest holding you close. “Shhhhh it’s okay, I got you … I got you babygirl, don’t cry… everything’s going to be okay.” He tries to calm you down, while more and more tears run down your face. He runs his fingers through your hair, while he grabs his phone with his other hand.

“Shhh… shhhh- Hey, hey ran? - yeah tell Mikey I’m coming later … huh? Yeah probably the hormones again or some nasty thoughts running through this pretty head of her’s. Okay thanks.” He hangs up.

The call only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough for you to hear his voice, even through the phone, you could make out that it was deeper than usual, maybe due to the early hours. And those few seconds make the tears stream down your face even more.

You were laying in the wrong bed. In the wrong arms. You accepted the proposal from the wrong brother. You did everything wrong. And you hate yourself for still blaming Rindou for all of this. How can you blame him, when everything he does, is to make you happy and see you smile?

When everything he does is to shower you with his love?

To be there for you, to hold your hair when you had to throw up all the time?

To be there for you, when the sudden waves of sadness hit you again, just like they do right now?

Everything while looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes and treating you like every little girl dreamed of being treated.

He was your own personal gift sent from god himself.

Yet you didn’t want it.

You acted like a spoiled brat and wanted more. You wanted his brother. And this you still do.

“Hey, my love, don’t worry okay? I know it’s a nerve racking time - but you don’t have to worry okay? You’re wonderful. You’re literally an angel sent from above and I just knew you’ll be doing amazing. I love you so much and I promise I’ll be by your side, taking every singe step together with you. I’d never dreamed to start a family with anyone other than you.”

He says and one of his hands moves over the small bump on your stomach.

I still hate you for this

The ultimate sacrifice.

from my Twitter.

Sanzu, Ran & Rindou as your best friends

Warnings: fem reader, mentions of death, hospital, drug overuse, cheating

shared playlist

It was three am and the three of you were chilling on top of Rans car watching the city lights, while also arguing about the songs Sanzu kept on playing - hence why there is now a shared playlist and everyone that isn’t part of your trio would definitely question your sanity based on that playlist.

no sleep

Getting comfy in your pajamas, you walk into the kitchen to make yourself some good night tee, a face mask still on your face- as your phone rings.

“Who’s in the hospital now?” You ask Rindou.

“You if you’re not ready in 5 minutes.” Sanzu screams from somewhere next to Rin.

“I - what??”

“Just get ready to come to the club with us. Ran is already waiting.” Rindou says

“KOKO WILL BE THERE !!!” Sanzu screams again, “SO GET YOUR SLUTTY DRESS!”

what’s work?

If you want to work- do it! But make sure to put your ig on private so your coworkers don’t see who your besties are. But… why should you work if you got them? At least that’s what they think? They all don’t have a girlfriend so they just spoil you - including paying for your rent - because they can’t let you live somewhere that doesn’t match their aesthetic? Or don’t be dressed in designer clothes from head to toe? I mean? They let themselves be seen with you in public?

And if you do work- be prepared for everyone gossiping about you the second one of them picks you up after work in a Bugatti.

what’s a boyfriend?

They have a file on every male you ever laid eyes on. They can’t let their precious princess get close to a gut that isn’t up their level?

Somehow no guy ever texted you back after a date or approaches you in public?

And when you ask them, they swear (!!!) they haven’t done anything!

But standing behind you with a death glare is enough already. And is it their fault to go and have a talk with your date after they had the audacity to even think about kissing you at the first date? No. Definitely not.

But who needs a boyfriend if you got three handsome men that’d drop everything when you call?

cuddles.

That said - you also have the honor to be able to just cuddle with them and be one of the only females to ever get into their apartment ( I mean pls as if they let a hookup in there ).

They’re practically your boyfriend and you’re their girlfriend - minus the sexy part.

chilling at their meetings

Being bored in Ran’s office while he’s at one of their meetings, you decided to join. Everyone already knows you so why not?

Walking towards the room you quickly knock and open it, already seeing Sanzu’s bright smile as he sees you.

“Come in.” Mikey says with a small smile. Walking inside you feel Rindou’s arm wrap around your waist, as he pulls you on his lap. getting comfortable on him, you feel him wrapping both arms around you, pulling you closer, placing his chin on your shoulder. The members of the different gang stopped talking and stare at you. “Go on. I want to get done with this.” Ran smiles a bit too friendly towards them.

heartbroken

Tears stream down your face as you slam the door to your boyfriends bedroom close. Or ex you guess? Whatever he is after being balls deep into some other girl.

Without actually thinking about it, your legs bring you to the bonten headquarter.

With blurry eyes you walk inside & see some of them sitting in the lounging area. Immediately two of them jump up the second they see you: “what happened?!” Koko asks. While you hear Wakasa call the Sanzu and the others.

“He’s fucking someone else.” You sob and wrap your arms around yourself.

“How’d you know? Maybe it’s just a-“ Koko begins but you interrupt him. “I SAW them fucking.”

“Where.“ A voice from behind you asks.

Sanzu asks out of breath, his Katana still in his hand.

“His bedroom.” You sob and now wrap your arms around the nearest person, which happens to be Koko. He warps his arms around you, holding your head closer to his chest and gently stroking your back.

“Where is she where is she where -“ Rindou and Ran come running into the room. While Ran stops, Rindou walks towards you and pulls you out of Koko’s arms into his own.

Timeskip to the news reporting that the police found body parts of a young man in the river - whose identity is still unknown.

hospitals

It’s 4 am and you wake up from the constant buzzing of your phone. You see Ran’s caller ID light up and you answer sleepy: “Yes?”

“___ Hospital now.” He says his voice sounds somehow broken. And you immediately wake up already looking for your hoodie.

“Who?” You ask, yet instead of answering he simply says: “It was too much. Way too much.”

You’ve never drove so fast. Running into the hospital you see some of the members standing in front of a room and you slow down. None of them dares to look into your eyes. Your hand shakes as you open the door.

Inside you see Mikey, Ran & Rindou sitting around the bed. His pink hair looks way too vibrant compared to his lifeless face. The constant noise of the machines signaling you that he is still alive, yet he doesn’t look alive.

Kneeling down next to the bed you take his cold hand and put it against your cheek.

You don’t know how long you stayed here, but the sun was already long up when you wake up by someone gently caressing your cheek. Looking up you look at Sanzu’s blue eyes. “Guess it’s really time for therapy?” He jokes.

shopping spree

Yes. They do throw away your whole closet and pick out a new one for you. And sadly you have to admit that their taste is way too good.

You’re staying in the dressing room and they bring new clothes for you to try on and whichever they think looks good, goes straight to the cashier.

Are you their own dress up doll? Yes.

But you love it.

stealing Ran’s hair gel.

Yes. That’s it. You, Rindou and Sanzu mad it your life mission to hide every possible hair gel from Ran. Does he get more bitches now? Yes. Would he ever admit it and the fact that he likes his hair down more now? No.

heartbroken pt.2

“Is the dress okay?” You ask for nth time and spin around looking in the mirror.

“Yes. Yes y/n it is.” Ran, who’s currently laying face down on your bed sighs.

“And the lipstick? Is red too much? Or OMG what if he wants to kiss me? Should I just use some lipgloss???” You panic.

“HE KILLS PEOPLE. He shouldn’t be ‘afraid’ of some red lipstick.” Sanzu rolls his eyes.

“He saw your ugly ass crying your heart out. “It’s a miracle that he even asked you out.” Rindou’s says and leans his head on the bed, his arms crossed.

“Okay but what-“ you get interrupted by your doorbell. “Omg he’s here. Fuck.” You look at the three males in pure shock.

“Well yeah it’s 8pm. And he said he’d pick you up at 8.” Ran laughs and gets up, to open the door.

“Ahhhhhhh kokoooooo are those for meeeeee?” He asks dramatically while opening the door.

“Shut up Haitani.” Koko rolls his eyes and looks behind Ran. A smile spreads on his face as soon as he sees you walking out of your room.

“Hey.” You say shyly, not daring to look up at him, your eyes fixed on the flowers in his hand.

“You look absolutely stunning darling.” He says softly. “They don’t match your beauty but I still hope you like them.” He says and hands you the flowers.

“Omfg I’m throwing up.” Rindou says, leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom.

“Shut up Rin, our little princess is growing up.” Sanzu says and wipes away an imaginary tear.

“I’m sorry they are still here.” You sigh and hand Ran the flowers.

“Put them in some water and make sure to lock the door when you go. I’m out.”

Fast forward and you’re now sitting on Koko’s lap during meetings, while he occasionally places soft kisses on your shoulder or neck.

Whenever you talk about what cute thing Koko did, Sanzu and Ran are practically mirroring the happiness you radiate, yet Ran noticed the happiness Rindou’s showing isn’t as genuine as it used to be whenever he was around you.

Every friend group has… Toman captains edition. 

cause i can’t stay with someone else

despite wanting to rip his brother’s head off, osamu sits next to him. “i can already tell the next few days are gonna be a bitch,” he groans while atsumu laughs.

“i don’t need ya to keep me company, samu.” atsumu teases, pinching his brother’s cheeks. “y/n will take care of me. she’s been lookin’ forward to this fer weeks.”

osamu freezes again, thinking back to how you were buzzing with anticipation before atsumu’s arrival, anxiously waiting by the front door for him. everything’s going to revert back to when you were kids again. walking with atsumu hand-in-hand while osamu is left alone in the corner.

he’s going to ruin everything.

she's finally here and she's a big bitch. i've been stressing over this for months and it's finally out. would've been here sooner but work, life, and my own head got in the way. so many of you have been asking for this and i was so worried of letting people down. i really hope you like it and put my lil brain at ease 🥺

words: 8.1k (i'm sorry)

cw: fem!reader, bullying, name-calling, jealousy, insecurity, fingering, floor sex, slight dubcon, slight somnophilia, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex, lots of italics, very long-overdue love confession, let me know if i didn’t tag anything, minors dni

disclaimer: on this blog, we discuss and explore toxic relationships/situations/ just because i write about these themes does not mean i condone/support these types of relationships nor do i do them in my own personal life.

these are fictional characters in fictional scenarios and nobody should be taking real-life advice or mirror the actions of the characters in these stories!