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cheesus-doodles · 3 days

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About the AO3 "No Guest Comments for a while" warning

If you're not following any of AO3's social media accounts you might be in the dark as to what kind of "spam comments" have engendered this banner at the top of the site:

These spam comments have been posted about a great deal on the AO3 subreddit for the past couple of days. Initially they comprised a bunch of guest (logged out users) bot comments that insulted authors by suggesting they were using AI and not writing their own fics. Some examples, from the subreddit:

But it then escalated to outright graphic porn images and gifs being posted in comments, again by logged out 'Guest' accounts. Obviously, I'm not going to give examples of those, but between these two bot infestations, AO3 has clearly decided to act and has temporarily closed the ability to post comments for users who are not logged in with an AO3 account.

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Hopefully guest commenting will be enabled again at some point soon, but I suggest not waiting until then. Get yourself on that list.

Wait times are going to be longer than usual at the moment, due to the current Wattpad purge [info on Fanlore | Wattpad subreddit thread], but if you're in line, then your invite will come through eventually.

Update: There's now a Megathread about this on the AO3 subreddit.

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cheesus-doodles · 6 days

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No post today as I'm still working on A Friend in Me, but please enjoy this very aesthetic piece of Rindo sharing a bubble tea with his BFF (emphasis on BFF, nothing more, Rindo swears!), drawn by TEENLIN from DA!

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You can read the whole series on Yan BFF Rindo here: Rindo Tags, or from my Masterlist :) have a good Friday and weekend everyone!

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cheesus-doodles · 6 days

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A Friend In Me: Chapter 3

Yandere Platonic Toman

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<< Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Masterlist

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Been a hot minute since this got a new chapter, I sold my soul to get this out. but nil it feels great

An insistent tug on your arm. “Come on!”

“Mikey, slow down! I can only walk so fast,” you laughed out as you allowed the eager boy to all but drag you down the street, your feet at times seemingly lifting off the ground when even your quickened strides couldn’t keep up. The rest of your Toman friends were content with following behind at a more leisurely pace, savoring the rare breeze that broke up the fierce afternoon heat while chatting and laughing among themselves, though this light temperament was far from the norm that you experienced in the past week. Not that you were complaining - you were going to enjoy this peace for as long as it lasted. “You still haven’t told me where we’re going.”

Yet the Toman President made no effort to hide his impatience or slow his speed, instead letting out what sounded to you like a cross between a grunt and a whine as he attempted to get you to speed up by any means besides outright dragging you. “Walk faster,” Mikey insisted again, completely ignoring your second statement as his other hand reached up, this time to tug at the hem of your school uniform’s shirt, as if his words were a magic potion that could hurry you along. But alas, it was not to be, with you remaining the sole obstacle that stood between the trailing boys and Mikey’s full sprint ahead; it was clear that the delinquent was not against simply sweeping you up into his arms and making a break for it. You knew you barely weighed anything to the blond-haired delinquent, and you wouldn’t be against it either, but you knew who would be: the five very unhappy founders chasing after him cursing up a storm.

A light chuckle slipped your lips at Mikey’s pout, your hand lifting to gently ruffle the neatly tied hair that you had helped painstakingly wrangle into submission earlier this morning. Goodness only knows how Draken manages to do it so effortlessly; you must have taken at least twenty minutes, compared to his usual five. “We’ll get there eventually, wherever this is,” you assured the grumpy gang president. “Just takes a little longer, alright?”

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As if on cue, Draken’s irate voice rang out. “Oi Mikey! Slow down you idiot!”

The otherwise quiet street that you were strolling down was one of many amidst this small suburb that bordered the edge of the greater city of Tokyo, still sleepy at this time of the day; the few souls that you spotted occasionally wandering across traffic-less roads in the distance skewed heavily towards the elderly. The afternoon sun that loafed about in the sky above was seemingly a siren’s call for students to anywhere but this exact avenue, though one glance at the boys around you and you could confidently make a few accurate guesses. Despite the relaxed postures and lazy smiles that pulled at their faces, you knew deep down that all it would take would be a single provocation and a blink for everything to change.

After all, it had just been a week prior when Mikey and the others had found out about your new friend, and the tantrums you had to deal with were explosive to put it mildly. No doubt that Baji had seen that cheeky - and impromptu, you were sure - kiss that had been given to you that night, yet even after knowing them for as long as you had, you couldn’t recall a time when you had seen pure anger raging behind those empty eyes of Mikey’s, or when Kazutora had last clutched you tight enough to bruise his handprint into your skin. You had pondered this for a long while, taking the time to think in the dark of the night when whichever lucky soul who’s turn it was to snuggle right up against you had long fallen asleep. Was this also the reason why the Toman founders had all been on edge the past seven days, reluctant to let you out of their sight for but a second? Had they always been this way?

Or was it because the ‘enemy’ was a boy like them?

You couldn’t say for sure as always, given that last you checked you hadn’t developed any mind-reading abilities, but it did seem to you that the six of them had only stepped up their protectiveness of you further, something you hadn’t thought possible. Perhaps you were imagining things, despite the slightest bit of unease that had settled at the bottom of your gut. But as naive as you might be, you weren’t completely oblivious to the ongoings around you. Your sweet boys had always been a tad overbearing with their care for you, scaring off anyone who didn’t have the strongest of hearts. But it didn’t feel like you had any time left to spend alone, with one or the other always close by, if not for directly hanging off from you. Maybe you could grab a minute or so in the bathroom, if you didn’t count the light taps or the sniffling you could hear through the door. They even seemed more…clingy, if you had to put a word to it - almost like they were trying to scent their territory; insisting on making you wear their jackets while stubbornly squeezing into yours, rolling all over your sheets. Almost like cats.

A chuckle, and you pushed that thought to the back of your head. Okay no, you were definitely just imagining things now.

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“Hey Mikey,” A loud clap as Baji slammed one hand into a vice clamp around Mikey’s shoulder, and you let out a yelp as you were dragged backwards together with the blond-haired delinquent still insistently attached to your arm. It seemed that the moment you had taken for some well-intentioned self-reflection was just taken as another opportunity for more squabbling.

The Toman President seemed barely bothered despite the veins popping on Baji’s hand with the effort and strength he was putting into his grip, simply annoyed at being disturbed. “Huh? What do you want?”

“Draken said to slow down.” The black-haired Captain emphasized, his single sharp tooth bared as he gestured vaguely at you. “You blind or something? Can’t you see you’re walking too fast?”

Those were definitely fighting words, you knew as much. And then when Baji helped himself to your other arm, with only the cheeriest and cutest smile for you as he snuggled into your side and no angry words or looks in sight, Mikey puffed up in indignation, one hand shooting out in an attempt to pry his new rival off. “Hey! I didn’t say you can hold on too!”

“Huh? I don’t see your name anywhere here!” Baji dodged the attempted grab at his hair with a quick swish of his head, and you oofed as the mob smacked straight into your face. “Oh- uh, sorry,” he mumbled, before launching straight back into retaliation.

Regardless of what the boys thought or felt, for once, you had made up your mind. And come hell or high water, you would be damned if you didn’t see this new friendship through. As much as you loved your friends, this was your life after all, and you simply had to prove to yourself that you could. “You know, Baji, Mikey, you still haven’t told me where we are going,” you gently reminded, throwing one arm over Baji’s and Mikey’s necks in a playful gesture. “Can’t pull me out of class and not tell me.”

It was enough of a distraction for the duo to stop and look at you, and it was clear that the revelation finally hit home. “We’re going to Shinichiro’s shop!” Mikey announced proudly, those abyss eyes turned at you as if expecting something. Praise? Revere?

All he got unfortunately was confusion, and you cocked your head at him, eyebrows furrowing. “Shinichiro?” You repeated.

“Mikey’s older brother,’ Baji filled in helpfully, his smack to the back of said boy’s head finally landing.

“Ye, he owns a bike shop around here,” Mikey continued at your persistent bewildered look. “Sells bikes and does repairs and stuff.”

Your mind instantly jumped back to the week before Mikey’s birthday, and your lips quirked as the dots began to connect. You had thought the little grandma running the small stand at the previous corner had looked awfully familiar. And something was telling you that you had been down this road previously: was it that day that you had skipped class to pick up the custom fuel tank cover? Though you said nothing, biting your tongue to stop yourself from saying more. You supposed you were going to find out soon if you already knew this Shinichiro. Yet before your little smile could drop, a single telltale sniffle was all you had as a warning, and you were tackled unceremoniously from the back by one very distraught Kazutora.

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But despite the squeals and laughter that filled the otherwise quiet, humming heat, not all was well, Draken and Mitsuya mutely throwing looks at each other in an unspoken conversation behind your back. You certainly weren’t privy to the many undercurrents swirling just below the surface, brewing like a storm biding its time in its cracking glass bottle; and unknown to you, your little adventures out with that wretched buddy of yours weren’t missed by any of the six Toman founders. No, they were more than keenly aware of all the times you had tried to steal away to join him, that bastard of a black-haired boy: why were you so keen to share your affection with a total stranger? To pamper and hand feed him the lunch you had made him to begin with, with this piece of trash not lifting a finger to help you?

You knew that they didn’t approve, by the way you were so very careful with when you leave to join him, always looking around to try and see if you had any tails and picking more secluded spots you didn’t hang out at when you were with them. You knew that your Toman friends would be angered at you risking your life so frivolously, so why? Was this how little you valued yourself? All to date a member of a rival gang behind their backs and against their explicit orders?

Yet you persisted. And for what? Someone who would never care for you like they did? Someone who would toss you to the side at the first hint of trouble?

It was clear that nothing they did or said seemed to get through your thick skull. So it was time to step it up. If you refused to listen to them, then as the Tokyo Manji Gang, the six founders would simply have to make you listen. It was tough even to think about it; the last thing they wanted was to scare you more than they already did, to lose your smile and laughter, the love you clearly had for your dear friends. But your safety came first, and if you couldn’t be trusted to behave yourself in the few moments that you had to yourself, then more drastic measures were needed, whether you liked it or not. Confining you to your house was an option they had considered: it was a familiar environment where you could be comfortable, and it didn’t seem like there was anyone else home at any point in time.

Though it was clearly a question for another time, with Pah shouting a warning right before you nearly tripped over a misplaced foot from Baji. The vein that had already been throbbing on Draken’s forehead almost popped, the Vice-President marching forward with an angered shout.

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A stone’s throw away and hidden within the four walls of one of many shops that line the street, a simple clock hung on the far wall merrily ticking away. A school day it was supposed to be, yet neither of the two school-aged boys present had any intention of returning to their dull classes, instead choosing to spend their time in this unassuming motorcycle shop at the edge of this quiet Tokyo suburb.

Inupi couldn’t help but note how odd a pair the two in front of him made, standing side by side in the small shop; Koko clad in a pristine uniform, still as clean and tidy as when he had left for school earlier, and Shinichiro in a questionably clean t-shirt and a half-stripped overall, sleeves lazily tied around his deceptively thin waist. The otherwise quiet showfloor was almost as if a picture that one could pick out from a driving magazine: the afternoon sun pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling glass storefront and onto rows of less glamorous motorcycles up for sale, the well-scrubbed yet worn tiles of the shop floor, and in the middle of all the clutter and action, the surrounded lit centerpiece that drew one’s eyes naturally. And it was easy to understand the fascination Shinichiro had: the top of the line cruiser 2003 Honda Valkyrie that was now front and center in the shop was an eye-catching beast of the road. The polished black metal gleamed under the strong spotlights that flooded down from the ceiling, the long, low-strung frames that took inspiration from retro styles of a time long past, a shiny, silver flat-six engine that purred effortlessly down the road just half an hour earlier, and decked out in double studded leather seats and chrome finishing that added the air of sophistication that screamed Koko. Nothing short of a masterpiece.

Shinichiro took a long drag from his smoldering cigarette, abyss eyes never once leaving the bike that stood propped in front of him. “A 2003 Valkyrie?” The man asked, looking over the cruiser motorcycle with an appreciative eye - it was rare for something of this make, let alone one with such a high price tag, to pass through his shop, and the enthusiast was certainly taking the opportunity to appreciate it up close. “Brand new?”

A rhetorical question, given how little soot or dirt there was to be found on the tips of his finger even after a low swipe across the exhaust pipes; yet the younger of the two almost puffed up in pride as he answered. “Yep. Brand new,” Koko confirmed, both hands tucked into the pockets of his school uniform’s pants. But that was the only response Shinichiro received, with the black-haired boy reluctant to say anything more that could get him into unnecessary trouble; with the kind of business the rising delinquent star runs, one could never be sure who was listening. Or asking.

“Not going to ask how a kid gets a brand new bike,” Shinichiro chuckled back, no doubt having picked up on the hesitation that lingered in the air - a former ruffian himself, there were always things that were better left unsaid and unknown. Bending over to squint closer at the horizontally configured six-cylinder engine, a low appreciative whistle slipped the older man’s lips. “I’ve never seen one of these in Japan before, it’s huge.”

“First of its kind here, straight from the factory in America.” A fond chuckle, Koko seemingly inclined to open up a bit more about his purchase after the promise of secrecy. “1800cc engine. It’s not the most orthodox ride, I’ll give you that.”

“Twin seats huh?” This ignited a curiosity in Shinichiro, who leaned ever so slightly towards the other, as if discussing a conspiracy or a national secret. “Taking a little birdie for a ride?” Those wiggling eyebrows and cheeky grin were gold coming from Shinichiro of all people.

“...Perhaps,” muttered Koko, his gaze now dropping away towards the tired green shop floor. The flush that brushed across his cheeks evaporated back into the cool air-conditioned breeze as quickly as it appeared, though the vanishing thought was caught by the two others in attendance; nothing more needed to be said for them to understand where his mind had wandered to in the brief moment.

Shinichiro only threw his head back in laughter, as if his own misfortune with the ladies had just crossed his mind, reassuringly patting his counterpart on the back before straightening up to his full height. “So what can I do for you on this fine day?”

From one quiet corner of the shop, a pair of blue eyes raised to glance at the two for a moment before slipping back down to the dimly lit screen. Despite having looked down at his phone for the majority of the conversation, fingers scrolling mindlessly through endless messages to an unknown rhythm, the back and forth banter taking place nor the blush was not lost on Inupi, too unusual for the stoic boy to ignore. For one, it was strange for Koko to even step foot here in a motorcycle shop of all places, let alone being able to hold his own in a conversation about machines he once dubbed as nothing more than money sinks. The already notorious financier with a Midas touch that preceded his reputation had never previously shown the slightest interest in bikes, but Inupi had little question on the reason for the change of heart.

And for two, well, there was Koko’s newfound interest in you. The reason behind the rare touch of rossiness to grace his friend’s fair skin. No doubt you were to thank for the sudden change in the black-haired boy’s heart, and Inupi found himself appreciating your existence in their lives just slightly more, whoever you might be - not that Inupi would know. Koko hasn’t introduced you to him yet.

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The night that the Black Dragon member learned about you wasn’t one that he could shake from the front of his mind, despite it having already been two weeks since. An already out-of-the-norm night two weeks ago, given the surprise thunderstorm that swept across the city with but a single roar that almost drenched his beloved bookshelf of manga had he not scrambled to shut his room’s windows. Yet despite his expectations of the rain being the most noteworthy event of the day, given how class just seemed to drag on forever and gang activities being at a lull, it was the pounding of the front door that brought both a welcomed break from the boredom and an excuse for his continued disregard of homework. The rain outside poured unrelentingly from the sky, pounding down onto the earth as if a sea had been turned upside down, an impassable wall of water. But against all odds, there on his doorstep stood a very drenched Koko, almond eyes blown wide in panic and panting, gasping for air.

Before Inupi could even say a word or ask his best friend what had gotten his knickers in a twist, the black-haired boy had grabbed him by both shoulders, shaking him bodily. “I-I-Inupi!” Was all Koko managed to stammer out, pale face obviously sweating despite being completely drenched in the freezing rainwater. And although his mouth continued to move as if saying words, no sound followed. The blond delinquent didn't think he had seen his friend in such a right state since his sister’s passing: the usually materialistic, calculative Koko was good at hiding his emotions behind a facade.

There was only one thing he could do in the moment to break the other from the spiral. Lifting one hand, it was the loud smack of skin meeting flesh that echoed through the sleepy household, Koko’s face being blown to one side, effectively silencing the feverish muttering. Almond-shaped eyes instantly whirled around, catching sight of Inupi’s still raised hand in the opposite direction of where he had been left facing; evidence of what had just happened. “W-wha- Inupi?”

“Is your head screwed back on proper now, Hajime Kokonoi?” Came Inupi’s stoic voice.

Said boy instantly staggered back a step as Inupi raised his hand threateningly once more, both hands flying up in defense. “I’m good! I’m alright now,” Koko hastily assured, the slight swell and reddening of his struck cheek clear even in the dim yellow foyer light.

“Good. What happened?”

But it was undeniable to icy blue eyes that Koko was in no state to answer his question at the moment, the other middle schooler shivering in his soaked t-shirt and loose long pants. “C-can I come in first at least? It’s freezing!” The black-haired boy complained, though he had no intention of waiting for a response, pausing for just a mere moment for Inupi to move aside before hurrying out from the dark night and into the light and warmth of the familiar house.

A lightning strike illuminated Koko against the backdrop of a quiet housing estate and torrential droplets of rain that poured from gloomy clouds hanging low in the night sky, with a booming clap of thunder that shook the very air quickly following. It was already uncharacteristically late for Koko to still be up, given how much he valued his beauty sleep, but there was still something that was off with this picture. Something that Inupi couldn’t quite lay his finger on, as those blue eyes scanned the unyielding dark of the pouring night again and again.

And then it hit him with the second bolt of lightning; what was missing was the noticeable lack of reflection behind his shivering friend, the hazy light of the streetlamp that had stood faithfully outside of his family home for years shining onto nothing but pavement. “Where’s your bike?”

Koko didn’t seem to hear the question, simply turning sideways to attempt to squeeze past Inupi who had yet to shift from where he had been standing in the middle of the doorway. But the blond boy persisted, his arm shooting out to stop Koko, the concern in his voice growing. “What happened to your bike? Did you walk here?” His friend had just bought that CB250T, and Inupi wasn’t going to let him go without an answer.

No fight was needed. “I sold it.” Came the black-haired boy’s absentminded response, blurted out without a second thought in much the similar manner as how a Magic 8-ball would spit out an answer.

There was a pause as Inupi stared back unblinking at Koko, digesting the answer he received. One second turned into two. His jaw hit the ground as the gears in his mind came to a grinding halt. “You sold it?” Inupi repeated in disbelief, unable to comprehend what those three words meant in the moment. He knew that the other had just bought the bike not a week ago, and even though Koko hadn’t explained the rationale behind why he had finally made the leap, the young financier wasn’t one to make such a rash decision. Such a beat-up bike couldn’t have been flipped for any profit at all. “You sold it? To who?”

And then the weight of what had just slipped from his lips hit Koko like a skillet to his face. In a blink, a panicked look had washed over his face, the black-haired boy freezing mid-step, gaping like a fish out of water. “I-I- I sold it to…to this…this person.”

“A person? A boy? A girl?”

“I sold it to… to a person, okay?!”

The blond-haired boy raised both hands in surrender as the tone in Koko’s voice hitched up into desperation with a fine touch of aggression at the constant questioning, eyes blown wide by turbulent, unspoken thoughts. “Alright, alright, you sold it to a person,” Inupi pacified, making a mental note to circle back to this touchy topic later, instead taking pity on how miserable his friend looked in the moment, drenched and shivering. “Why not you head to the kitchen first? I’ll get you a towel and a hot drink.”

It was a welcomed break for both of them; Koko taking the time to warm up after his mad journey through the midnight thunderstorm, and Inupi to gather his many thoughts. The pattering of rain against the glass of shut kitchen windows sounded a lot more peaceful when listening from inside a warm room. “So why are you here now? You need another bike?”

“I need help,” Koko admitted. Inupi startled, almost dropping the two cups of steaming chocolate he had just made. The straightforwardness was not something he had expected from his long-time best friend. “I… promised that I could help with the replacement and repairing of parts.” His voice dropped off, sounding almost…sheepish.

Ah. Everything suddenly made sense.

“But- but I don’t know how a motorcycle works! I don’t even know what engine that wreck had!” Now all but yanking at the roots of his hair, it was clear that the usually calm and collected financier had finally dug himself into a hole money couldn’t buy him out of. Inupi would have laughed at the scene if the other hadn’t been as distraught. “I’m doomed.”

Yet before the biker gang delinquent could open his mouth, Koko rushed on. “You want to revive the Black Dragons? I’ll help you. I’ll introduce you to a guy I know. Please Inupi, you gotta help me.” That shut his jaw back with a click. He was already going to say yes - after all, what kind of friend would he be if he didn’t help out with something so simple? But now with the added reward…

Inupi nodded firmly, pushing the mug of hot chocolate closer towards Koko. “I’ll help. Drink up.”

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“Louder rev. I like the purr but I want more roar.” A blink, and Koko’s answer brought Inupi back to reality from his musing on the past - had he missed anything? Not that he could say for sure, but his friend’s next question came loaded with more hesitancy. “Is that going to impact safety?”

Inupi shook his head, clearing his rambling thoughts from his head with the simple movement: it didn’t matter if he didn’t know who you were or what you looked like. It was clear that your presence was already making a difference to Koko, and that was enough for him. Even if his best friend had only shifted his attachment and obsession onto a new target, albeit one who was alive and capable of returning the care and attention that Koko yearned for, maybe, slowly but surely, Koko could one day move on from Akane. Forgive himself for what he couldn’t do in the past. Maybe you could help mend the hole in Koko’s heart.

And that alone was worth all those sleepless nights Inupi spent by Koko’s side, secretly helping to answer the questions you fielded through the phone to an anxious, sweating boy who didn’t know the smallest thing about motorcycles.

The cool air that sank down from the air-conditioning above was a relief from the unrelenting heat outside, though it failed to stop the seemingly never-ending waft of smoke that drifted up from the middle of the store and disappeared into the ducts. A grunt of acknowledgement as Shinichiro clenched down on his smoldering cigarette, kneeling back down and leaning to take a closer look at the Valkyrie’s exhaust pipes. “On this new a bike? Won’t be a problem. But...” The older man trailed off, lost in thought as he stared down the muffler. “Probably will have to take some measurements before recommending anything.”

Koko shrugged. “I can leave it here with you for a night or two, no problem. Just need it back by the weekend.”

“I’ll get it done by then,” Shinichiro promised, sticking out a thumbs-up, cheeky grin pulling at his lips once more. “Done in time for your little friend.”

It took everything for the younger of the two black-haired boys to stop his eyes from rolling into the back of his head, though he couldn’t deny the blush that washed over his cheeks. “Whatever,” he muttered, kicking one foot at nothing before sulking off to one dark corner of the motorcycle shop, eager to get away from potentially being teased further about his heated face as well. Ah, young love.

Biting his tongue to swallow the laugh that the older Sano could feel bubbling up, warm black eyes now turned to land on the young delinquent who had been sitting quietly in the corner. Small mobile phone in hand and dressed in full gang uniform, it was a far cry from the prim and proper school uniform that his friend had opted for; the white uniform with bold black words proclaiming him as a proud Black Dragon eye-catching against the matte blue steel racks lining the back of the shop. “So what can I do for you today, Inupi?”

The recent memory of the almost spectacular defeat of the Ninth Generation Black Dragon instantly came rocketing straight to the front of his memory once more, and despite Inupi’s best efforts, the usually stoic boy flinched. The humiliation was still fresh and jarring, and Shinichiro caught it loud and clear. The former delinquent immediately held out one empathetic hand, stopping Inupi before he could speak. “It’s okay, you know?”

Said blond boy blinked. “What?”

“To lose. I heard what happened.”

“But-”

“But nothing,” Shinichiro emphasized, even as he stood from where he had been crouched in front of the Valkyrie, picking up his tool box and stretching. “Shit happens. You win, you lose. It’s not your fault, stop taking it so personally.”

It wasn’t okay. And it was his fault. If only- maybe if he had been stronger. Maybe if he had been the President instead of Shion. “But I promised-”

“You promised Izana to look after the gang, didn’t you?” The former Black Dragon captain waved the younger delinquent over, inviting him to come closer as he turned his attention to tinkling on spare engine parts. “And you did. You tried your best.”

Inupi fell silent, processing the words that hung heavy in the air. Did he really do all that he could? Did he do enough?

A slap to his back broke him out of his thoughts to the sight of a laughing Shinichiro. “Come on, don’t look so serious! You’ll be fine. Tell me what’s going on with your life, found yourself a pretty girl yet?”

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The once sprawled out squad, with you and Mikey ahead and your other five friends trailing behind, had already been abandoned just five minutes into this after-school stroll you had been cajoled into. Compressed back into a single large group, you found yourself bogged down by not just one, but three clingy boys latched on to various parts of your body and limbs, Mikey and Baji each tugging at one arm and busy bickering with each other about whether you liked taiyaki or peyoung yakisoba better, while Kazutora seemed just happy to be able to hold you by the hem of your recently untucked school shirt from the back.

“Are yall done whining?” Mitsuya drawled, his hand coming down in a chopping motion to the top of an unbothered Kazutora, said boy only taking the opportunity shuffling closer to you and resting his chin on your shoulder, all the while grumbling slightly. “You’re being a bother.”

Mikey and Baji whirled around as one, disbelief plastered across their faces. “We are not,” the duo insisted in unison, even though it had been Kazutora that took the brunt of the very light hit, their clutches on your arms tightening slightly as your two velcros attempted to snuggle even closer into you, two pairs of abyss and yellow eyes turning up to you. “Tell him!”

You didn’t want to complain and break their hearts - not with those pouty puppy eyes they had turned up to full blast at you - but the cool breeze that previously brought relief had already died down several minutes earlier, and now burdened with the full brunt of the afternoon heat, your attached walking radiators weren’t helping much. “Baji and Mikey are fine,” you simply shook your head, an indulgent smile on your face, despite you were already starting to feel a bit faint from the heat and the effort of walking with the extra weight of two. Curse your soft heart.

Before you could open your mouth to answer, the two boys were yanked up by the back of their shirts by a now completely-annoyed Draken, forcing them to release their vice grip on you lest they drag you up into the air as well. “That’s enough from the two of you,” Draken grumbled, the two shorter delinquents comically kicking and flailing while suspended, though ultimately helpless against the much taller Vice Captain. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight, and earned yourself very despondent looks in return.“You alright?” Black eyes scanned your face carefully, ignoring the fuss as he effortlessly kept the problem duo in the air, patiently waiting for you to collect yourself; it was nice that your dilemma had been noticed.

“I’m fine now, thanks Ken-chin!” Beaming up at the taller boy, you gave him a reassuring nod. Saying no to people so dear certainly wasn’t a strong suit of yours, though fortunately for you, you had someone looking out for your wellbeing.

Dropping his whining charges back onto their feet, you had little doubt that both were already to jump you once more had it not been for Mitsuya’s hand shooting out to catch Kazutora by his ear, who very obviously and very painfully twisted the sensitive part as he forced your last clinger to release you. “Ow-ow-ow, Mitsuya, that hurts!”

“I asked,” the lilac-haired boy reiterated, that unquestionable tone of an older sibling demanding obedience leaking out from the usually level-headed Second Division Captain. “If you three are done.” Your giggles only turned into full blown laughter at Kazutora’s miserable look as he started to whine and complain about the unfair treatment.

Another twenty minutes was what it ultimately took for you to finally make it to your destination which turned out to be only the street after; if not for all the fuss and the dragging of feet, you were sure it would have only taken a mere five minutes. Yet every step forward only seemed to feed into the growing feeling of anticipation; you were only more and more certain that the same person Mikey was so eager to belong to was the ‘oji-san’ you had met before. No wonder he had a perfect part for your fixer-upper part lying around. No wonder those abyss eyes of his felt so familiar. Musing if your new friend had known when he recommended the shop after selling you that CB250T, you quickly left that train of thought behind; perhaps he wouldn’t have been so eager to help if he had known about your boys’ distaste of his existence.

As you turned the final corner, the white awning, stretching out lazily and throwing its shadow across the pavement, was the first thing you saw, long before you could see that tired yet warm storefront: a kingdom’s banner declaring the bike shop’s existence amidst the wider world. The road was otherwise quiet though not without activity, the occasional car speeding by and leaving nothing by the rumble of its engine behind as it raced down the street and disappeared round the next bend. Bathing in the unforgiving heat was a little easier without the additional weight, though the slight breeze that had picked up once more was a small relief to your panting skin.

The lit interior of the shop had barely come into view when your group of friends started to slow down into a leisurely stroll, and you could almost see the start of what would be rows of shiny new motorcycles formed into neat makeshift aisles lining the shop floor. Despite having only been here twice - once to detail your custom order for Mikey’s birthday bike and the other to pick it up - you were already looking forward to meeting the nice, friendly ‘ojisan’ again. There was no more doubt to be had, and you couldn’t quite hold back your laughter any longer as you turned to look at your blond-haired friend shuffling along sulkingly. “I think,” you giggled, covering your mouth with one hand. “I think I know who your older brother is, Mikey.”

That instantly got the group’s attention, most of all said Toman President, whose jaw seemed to unhinge and drop as he whirled to look at you. You didn’t think you had ever seen Mikey spin so quickly. “You do?” He demanded, and would have made a lunge for you if not for the instant double pair of evil eyes daring him to do so, courtesy of Draken and Mitsuya. Pah even took a step forward, bless his heart. Mikey backed off, just ever so slightly. “From where? How? Why?”

You did offer your hand for your needy boy to hold though, the other instantly going to alternate between patting a whimpering mob of duo-colored hair and a pouting head of long black hair. “Where did you think that custom fuel tank cover came from?”

The gears clearly turning in his head, everything clicked together in an instance, a shine coming to those usually abyss eyes. “You got it from… from here?”

Right as you were about to reply, it seemed whatever higher being that had been watching over you had had enough of your enjoyable afternoon, and all it took was a second for the world to shift. A glint of light, one that sparkled out from a previously hidden sidewalk right before Shinichiro’s shop, caught the corner of Pah’s eye, the boy turning slightly to take a closer look just as up ahead, the faded green front door of S.S Motor swung open. And out shot from the storefront a gutsinking familiar figure, wavy hair fashioned into a death hawk, golden earring catching the bright sunlight and glittering like a lighthouse beacon.

“BD?” The Third Division captain muttered confused as he took in the wild-looking yet spotless Yamaha RZ350, neatly tucked away behind an air-conditioning unit in the alley. “Black Dragon…?”

Your heart sank faster than a cement block dropped from a thirty foot crane into the open ocean. Fuck.

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The sound of your gentle chuckle, just loud enough to echo ahead and through the glass of the shopfront was all that was needed to both set Koko’s chest alight, and sink it like the Titanic at the same time. He knew your voice - your laughter - by heart at this point; no doubt he would be able to pinpoint it even in his sleep through two inch thick steel. Because how could he not? Ever since he met you completely by chance while you had been rummaging about the dark underbelly of Tokyo City, looking for specifically a Honda CB250T with that meager amount you had scraped together, Koko had been hooked like an addict. And much like said addict craving for another hit, Koko had given you his scrappy fixer-upper for next to nothing before he realized what he had done. All just to see you again. Thoughts of you and about you haunted him day and night, no matter what he was doing or where he was looking - the rising financier star saw you in everything he did.

The usually calculative boy still couldn’t quite tally every point that had him drawn to you off the top of his head, but that was a problem for a future him. Right now, at this moment, he had bigger problems.

You were outside the shop right now (he could just see the top of your hair over the row of display motorcycles), and as much as Koko was delighted to see you again so soon, given it was rare to have any sort of extra time with you outside of pre-scheduled and pre-planned dates, he was not ready for you in the slightest. Caught off guard, as if he had his pants down, the anxiety bubbling uncontrollably up his throat. As far as he knew, your Honda CB250T was done. Finished. So what were you doing here in this part of town? Were you all by yourself? Did you know he was here?

Every…outing he ever had the pleasure to go on with you, his image had always been meticulously crafted and perfected - you probably would have never seen him in something as disgustingly simple and tasteless as a school uniform, nor did he have any of his usual gifts for you on hand. Sure you had never cared about receiving anything in return for your precious time, but Koko had heard that gifts were very useful for wooing someone. And for someone as important as you, it was a matter of basic respect. Maybe he could show you his new bike first. Maybe you’ll accept him treating you to dinner instead, if you didn’t already cook that is. Koko didn’t have enough self-restraint to resist your cooking.

And then there was the matter of Inupi's presence. Throwing a nervous glance backwards at the two still speaking in the shop - past and current delinquent discussing matters Koko couldn’t discern - the presence of an obvious rival gang delinquent might scare you off: you clearly spent a lot of time in the presence of one Tokyo Manji Gang from what he had seen. Even if he didn't have any affiliations, Inupi very certainly did. But time was ticking, and the options he had on hand were few.

It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, the black-haired boy abruptly stood, marched over to the front door, and forced himself out into the hot afternoon.

The world fell silent as Kokonoi Hajime stumbled straight into full view of not just you, but you in the company of six figures he instantly recognized as the Tokyo Manji Gang whose glares lasered in on him like hyenas to an freshly abandoned carcass. He had made a gamble, and he had been wrong; you were not alone like he had expected.

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All you could do was stare back at those pair of black almond eyes with your own paid of quivering ones, adrenaline pumping through your veins in a vain attempt to squash the panic rising through your chest as Koko froze meters away, his darting eyes assessing the situation before finally landing on you. There was no doubt in your mind that all your friends knew who he was, judging from their intense predatory stare that they were leveling at him, for reasons that were beyond you despite being absolutely certain that only Baji had managed a glimpse of him previously during that fateful night. But no matter what played out from this moment onwards, it was only going to get clearer and clearer that you had been disobeying their explicit demands for you to keep away from a rival delinquent. It felt almost that time itself had crawled to a halt, with only your heavy breathing reassuring you that the world under your feet was still turning. But what now?

You really didn’t want to know the answer to that question, but alas, there was no such mercy granted to you.

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Koko collected himself as he straightened to his full height, spotless school uniform shirt pulled down tight. No delinquent or rival was going to scare him away from you, not after all that he had already been through. He had lost Akane, he would not lose you as well - no, you were worth everything he was worth. Every dollar and cent, he didn’t need it if he could have you. Your name was cheerfully called out as he raised one hand in greeting, pretending as if he didn’t see your face pale to an ashen gray usually reserved only for the dead, his gaze focused solely on you amidst the crowd of other less important people. You were here with him, and that was all that mattered.

One step was all the notorious financier had the time to take. The next words out from Baji’s mouth broke the camel’s back as the boy put two and two together, his head rapidly whirling between both Koko and the Black Dragons bike: the weight of the tension crushed the temporary peace in oblivion. “Wait. You’re that bastard-”

None of the six founders needed the reminder; how could they, when he was that bastard that had dared steal you away from them. That had the balls to kiss you? They’ve already spent the better part of last week following the two of you everywhere. Stalking was such a harsh word to use, given how your friends just had your best interest at heart - your Toman boys wanted for you to be safe. Which meant staying away from scumbag like the black-haired boy that now stood opposite of them, and not running your hand through his hair like you did for them, and absolutely not letting him lick cream off your cheek. Hell, Kazutora would have killed to have an opportunity to do it for you, so why?

Why him?

As if a well-rehearsed show, the wind began to pick up, and what was once a breeze now tore ferociously down the lifeless street. Throwing unsecure windows and clothes alike, the echoing sound of wood clashing and metal rattling was but background noise for the ongoing standoff on street level, the gale whipping their clothes and hair with unrelenting force. But for all the posturing that the founder of Toman did, a last ditch attempt to keep their monstrous sides lurking under the surface and away from your gentle, innocent eyes, it all seemed to be for naught as their warnings fell on deaf ears, Koko simply opting to ignore the boys.

His heart was racing, though the fear and anxiety that weighed his chest down was far from being caused by the delinquents that surrounded you, no. Peasants, louts, the lot of them: Koko couldn’t imagine wasting his time on such hooligans. No, he had his eyes on the prize, and every second he went without a word to you was another second he feared you deeming him as inadequate. Did you already think he was poorly dressed? That he was rude? Free hand going to anxiously fidget with the ends of his strands of hair, the boy ever so cautiously took another step closer. “How are you? Having a good day?”

You glanced around, nervously evaluating the unmoving boys around you - what should you do now? Was it safe for you to reply? Getting anyone else into trouble really wasn’t what you wanted to do, but you couldn’t forsee Koko simply leaving without digging himself into a larger hole either; the other boy wasn’t the kind to let things go so easily. Crossing your fingers and hoping against hope that a fight wouldn’t break out, you gathered your courage, raising one hand just enough for a small wave back, uncertain smile pulling at your lips. You wanted to tell him to run, to flee from here, but that would be too obvious. You were naive, not stupid. “Hey Koko-”

And the chaos of the storm broke free of its bottle in that instant, a flash of black that rushed past you faster than you could blink, and you heard the crash of flesh and bone against something you fervently prayed wasn’t another body before you could even turn to look.

Up till now, all your dear friends could do was watch this less than scum being all touchy feely with you, left to take their bubbling anger out on unwitting classmates and rival gangs. But no more. Now this piece of trash was in front of them, your secret relationship with him clear for the world to see. They needed no excuses to beat him into the ground.

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Horrified doe eyes landed on a scene of what could only be out of your worst nightmare, an enraged Baji match for match with what looked like a mob of sunflower blond hair, his leg striking again and again against a steel pipe. Koko thankfully looked none the worse for wear, having shifted back to make space for the arrival of the newest in what was a growing feud, though you couldn’t quite say the same for the suddenly seething group of Toman boys surrounding you. The air had changed, the quiet, serene suburban neighborhood having given way to an atmosphere of fire, of unbridled rage and a clear target in range that only added more fuel.

These were no longer your overly protective, clingy friends you pampered and adored, their straightened backs and stony looks looking so very foreign to your gentle gaze - no, they were the founders of the Tokyo Manji Gang, the up and coming gang destined to rule Tokyo one day.

And they had just hit their limit.

The First Division Captain went in for another swift low kick, an attempt to break through the defense of the other clad in the despicable all-white of a Black Dragon uniform, though his move was easily countered with the same annoying metal pipe talentedly wielded. An ired tsked, and Baji pulled away, sliding back to land a safe distance away and out of reach of the business end of the pipe. “Fucking Black Dragons,” were the words that barely made it out through gnashed teeth, the fierce glare in yellow eyes enough to shiver your bones despite not being directed at you. “You again.”

…Again?

It seemed your confusion had been written all over your face. “He was one of those that beat me up outside my house,” Kazutora muttered, his clutch on your arm tightening as if to stop you from pulling away, sandy brown eyes alternating between the two opponents. “Seishu Inui, I think.”

Inupi, you repeated in your head, right as you were shoved backwards when Kazutora went ripping forward as if on cue, right in unison with Baji jumping in for a second round. Inupi raised his pipe.

“Wait- don’t!”

“Shut up,” Mikey hissed, those empty eyes swinging round to meet yours in a sharp glare, and your heart stopped the same time that the rest of your body did. For the first time, the Tokyo Manji Gang President was truly mad at you, and you saw him in the same light as the poor souls that ended up as his unfortunate victims. “You stay out of this.”

You flinched.

Draken was quick to follow up, yanking you away from the front lines with little effort, the grip he had on your shoulders tight and unrelenting and black eyes narrowed at you. “You are in so much fucking trouble, you hear?” Was barked at you, the tall boy physically moving you a few more paces back as he glanced between the crestfallen expression on your face and the standoff. Shaking with the effort to keep his voice as low as he could manage and his tone even, it was still too much for you to handle.

All this time, you had assured yourself that your friends weren’t scary people, just misunderstood. You loved them back as much as they loved you, and you had never been scared of them, no matter how much your well-meaning classmates tried to warn you to stay away. You couldn’t stop the tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, helplessly watching the bloodthirsty brawl, your gaze drifting to meet Koko’s distant one, separated by the length of Shinichiro’s shop.

All you had wanted was a new friend.

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The sudden ringtone that blared out felt like a miracle at just the right time, bringing a relief to the heavy tension that blanketed the area as the beefing boys immediately whirled around to look for the source of the disruption in unison. You blinked, breaking out from the momentary spiral of thoughts, one hand slipping down to lightly touch at your pocket before your doe eyes turned to look down, almost as if you couldn’t believe what you felt. That was… yours? Who could it possibly be at this time?

But with the way your afternoon was going, nothing good could possibly come out of this unexpected phone call, you knew, the sense of foreboding that weighed on your stomach only adding to the bad omen you could feel rising through your chest, instantly wiping out any sense of hope you had seconds ago. You swallowed hard. Only one way to find out if this was your salvation or your doom. Without a second glance at the small screen - you didn’t dare to test your luck any further, only praying that this call was truly the break you needed - you pressed the receiver to your ear as quickly as you answered the call. “H-hello?” You ventured, sniffling slightly as your gaze nervously glanced around the boys still in a stand off against each other, their eyes now having instead turned to rest on you.

“HEY! I’m outside the house, where the fuck are you?” A loud bark blasted from the speaker of your phone, and you eeped, the small flip phone almost slipping from your grip as you jerked the device away from your pained ear at the sudden loud sound. The gruff voice came again, now seemingly sounding even more annoyed. “OI CAN YOU HEAR ME?”

You could feel your heart sink out of your gut and hit the floor. Today truly was not a good day. Your older brother only continued to rant into the thin, uncaring air about the shitty quality of phones these days between demanding if you could hear him and cursing and swearing.

“Ah nii-san, I can hear you fine,” you hurriedly reassured, pressing the phone carefully back to your ear, your free hand lifting to quickly swipe at your eyes and nose.

“Are you fucking crying again?”

You ignored the question, though the other on the phone definitely heard what was a very obvious sniffle. “I’m out at the moment, nii-san.” Your voice dropped to a whisper. This was a very bad time, you wanted to continue, but your throat had already clamped up as a shadow fell over you. Mikey.

A pause, almost as if whoever it was on the other side could hardly believe what you had said. “OUT?!” He bellowed, and you yanked the phone away from your ear once more. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU‘RE OUT? YOU NEVER GO OUT!”’

It was clear that everyone in a fifty-mile radius from where you stood had overheard your conversation at this point, and the growing realization you could see starting on Mikey’s face and spreading to every Toman founder present was not a good sign. Did they know your brother too?

“Shion Madarame?” “Black Dragons?” A look of surprise had washed over Inupi’s stoic look, his metal pipe hitting the ground with a clink as the sunflower blond boy cocked his head, icy-blue gaze scanning you up and down.

Uh oh.

The silence seemed to stretch forever, with every second that the delinquents around you stared at you mutely feeling like an entire eternity had already passed by. Even your usually loud, foul-mouth brother had fallen quiet, with only the sound of his harsh breathing crackling through the small phone microphone. You had no idea what the standoff was now about, given the sudden inclusion of your older brother, but this did not look good.

“Why the fuck are you with those fucking Tokyo Manji Gang fuckheads?” Your brother’s voice was calm. Level headed even, his tone not any louder than a regular person’s. But Shion was never quiet: your older brother had only one setting, which was loud and crude. Which only meant one thing - he was pissed to hell and back, and you were screwed.

You jinxed it. You knew you jinxed yourself. Heck, you must have jinxed your whole afternoon.

How did your brother of all people know Mikey and the rest?

“You’re related to the disgrac- the Ninth-Generation Black Dragon President?” Koko blurted out, and you turned your bewildered look on him.

And then in a single heartbeat, all hell broke loose.

#i can't believe its been so long since the last chapter ;-;#work has truly been exhausting #not sure if there's anyone still reading this #but i will still write lol #its just you and me and me and you and you and me #and your friend yan TR readers who still exist #doodoodoodoododooo steve #anyway next chapter should be out this coming week!

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You can read the whole series on Yan BFF Rindo here: Rindo Tags, or from my Masterlist :) have a good Friday and weekend everyone!

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x reader #rindo haitani #haitani brothers #rindo haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani #rindo x reader #yan bff rindo #commission

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For Yandere BFF Rindo, it seems like he's just a baby in denial (totally in love with bestie but unwilling to admit it and covers by saying its a best friend thing (totally not a boyfriend thing)). Based off your "Opinions about Dating BFF Reader", a question has been sparked.

What would happen if BFF herself asked Rindo to date/why aren't they dating? BFF has heard from other people that when a boy and a girl like each other alot and never want to be apart that means they should date. It totally sounds like an upgrade from BFF (isn't dating just like being super BFF's with kissing?) Once bestie gets an idea in her head she doesn't seem to let up or let go of it, so how would Rindo handle bestie insisting that they should date/aren't they basically dating already? (Or alternatively, does Rindo succeed in convincing bestie that she is mistaken and then proceeds to beat up whoever put these ideas in her head)

I totally can imagine Ran catching wind of this bestie thinks she should be dating Rindo agenda and egging it on (either to annoy Rindo or because he can see how obsessed Rindo is with bestie and thinks it'll do him some good to be able to claim a more official possessive position in her life)

been working on A Friend in Me but also got caught up in the TR Puzz Reve game ;-; so sorry if things get a bit slow here

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I previously answered about Rindo being asked by an external party on dating you and how it would react, but I honestly think that the same question coming from you would get a totally different reaction.

Under every circumstance, Rindo will absolutely just freeze up and short circuit the first time you ask about dating. Not because its a strange question to ask, given its something he not only have been asked multiple times before, but also have considered before himself, but because ya know, it’s you of all people. The one person he never expects to know anything beyond what he teaches you.

Yes sure, he knows that you love to read those sappy romance books whenever you sleepover (cause you need him to explain the story to you, and god only knows why this baby boy continues to keep them in his room for you). But he has always made sure to always trick you with regards to what those stories were actually talking about, so where on earth did you hear about dating from?

Asks you to repeat your question as if he didn't hear it the first time, but ends up cutting you off halfway and demanding to know who you heard that from - Rindo's not going to let you leave until he finds out where you learnt that close friends should date, claiming that it's dangerous to listen to others beside him.

Did he actually have feelings for you beyond being a caring, overprotective bestfriend? Irrelevant, in this boy's opinion, especially so right now when there is clearly a more pressing issue to solve at hand.

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But after this stage, Rindo's next actions depend on the current situation the two of you find yourself in.

If it's still just you and Rindo against the world, then this boy would immediately try to change your mind. If you are already insisting that the two of you are essentially dating (since the two of you were already super BFFs right?), Rindo would try his best to persuade you that you had the wrong idea, that dating and having being BFFs were completely different things and that you were completely mistaken in your understanding.

Would do his best to try and find out where you heard it from so that he can have a little talk to set things straight (hoping to anyone out there it isn't Ran because fuccckkkkk). And you'll get to hear straight from the horses mouth on how having a boyfriend was bad for you and you shouldn't aspire to have one. If you heard it from Ran then Rindo just has to convince you to stop talking to his stupid older brother because what else can he do?

However, if you do continue to insist that the two of you are already dating or that you two should start, then Rindo would very reluctantly go along with it with with several conditions, essentially that it would be no different from when the two of you were just BFFs, and that you weren't allowed to tell anyone else about this "dating" without his express permission, especially not Ran.

Anything more than calling himself your bestfriend would not be processable in Rindo's mind, and honestly the idea of kissing for this baby boy is so out there at this point in time that he can't even comprehend it without his brain melting down and him having to reset.

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If this occurs after you have already met Kakucho and worse, Izana, then no doubt that Rindo would immediately agree to being your boyfriend the moment you bring it up. No questions asked. Sure the mere thought of being your boyfriend would bring a blush to his face and he can barely speak without stammering about how you were being so stupid right now, but he knows that allowing you to say that you had a boyfriend and that you were dating him would help to fend off unwanted attention.

He will no doubt start to work on fear-mongering you into thinking that he was doing you an absolute favor because did you know how bad it is to have a boyfriend?? And whoever told you otherwise is lying, especially Izana, though he only says this out of earshot. And hopefully you don't repeat this to the Tenjiku gang leader because god only knows how many beatings he would get in retaliation.

Absolutely worth it though, if you reject any and all other advances, because you can't keep yourself save even if life on earth depends on it, and Rindo can't trust you with drinking from a straw if he isn't watching.

But at the same time, this baby boy becomes just so shy about doing anything with you and even more self-conscious. What if other people get the wrong idea about what you mean to him? What if people stop seeing him as a delinquent but see him as some mush? So he switches to holding your hand in private, or where people can't watch because of the implications, but Rindo quickly caves when you start pouting.

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Ran no doubt would absolutely encourage your behavior the moment he finds out, and he will because you simply can't keep your mouth shut. This poor older brother not only will enjoy the free real estate of laughs and wiggling eyebrows at his younger brother, but also the peace and quiet of Rindo having some sort of security over you. No more late nights of being awaken by Rindo storming over to your place early in the morning, or being dragged out of bed by another suspicious post on social media.

Rindo's obsession with you has been so obvious from the start that Ran doesn't know why he hasn't just upgraded himself from the start, but honestly he'll be rich before he can mind-read what goes through Rindo's head. Ran would definitely be the sort to take the opportunity not only to pester and annoy Rindo with innuendos and seemingly harmless questions about marriage, but also go behind the poor boy's back to plant the same questions on you to ask your bestfriend.

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been working on A Friend in Me but also got caught up in the TR Puzz Reve game ;-; so sorry if things get a bit slow here

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But after this stage, Rindo's next actions depend on the current situation the two of you find yourself in.

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cheesus-doodles · 18 days

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I told my friends about Ken Wakui being unable to take a break from drawing manga and already having his new manga serialized. And my friend went, "And you're still on that same fanfic."

Never been so personally attacked.

Ahhh a look at the official colour version for negai no astro! As well as a bunch of sneak peaks at new panels!!!

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #like honestly HAHAHAHAHHA #i write so slow #its a mood #go go ken wakui!#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev #negai no astro

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For BFF Rindou, I can imagine Kakucho trying to just maintain a professional relationship where he just guards reader as needed, but reader dragging him to cafes and parks just to hang out and talk. Reader just thinks he’s a new friend to hang out with. Rindou is having an aneurysm over this along with Izana. Ran thinks it’s funny.

Anonymous asked: Does BFF Rindou ever cuddle with reader? Did reader make Kakucho cuddle bc they missed cuddling with Rindou?

i have written cuddling with BFF Rindo before! but maybe let me see if I can put a different spin on this - both asks are along the same line, so just going to answer both of them together!

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BFF Rindou absolutely does cuddle with you as much as he can afford to (without being caught, at least), but the real question would be whether the amount of cuddles you get is enough to sate your need for an ever growing amount of cuddles. As your bestfriend, this boy 100% knows what you are like and what you need, so Rindo definitely knows that if you don't get your required amount of cuddles, there's no telling what or worse, who, you would go wandering to to fill that quota, much like a hungry dog (or puppy really) would eat anything off the floor. Yes sure, he does like cuddling deep down, but no one can and will ever make him admit that, you included.

Puts his reputation on the line just to make sure he gets you your cuddles, but fails to mention that up to a certain point, the cuddles were more for him than were for you. Even once your BFF has had his fill, just for you, Rindo would still continue to issue you your quota of cuddles. Of course there would be people who think that they can overstep their worth, thinking the younger of the Haitani brothers "weak", though its not for long since they will get the shit beaten out of them the moment you aren't looking.

Yet for reasons beyond Rindo, after all that he has done for you, it still wasn't enough. Maybe it was that he was too late in stopping you from finding a reluctant friend in Kakucho, after the Haitani had been forced to trust the other with your protection while he was rotting in juvenile. Maybe it was that he wasn't strong enough to stand up to Izana and stop his influence on you, but whatever it is, at the end of the day, there was nothing Rindo could do to stop you from skipping off to find Kakucho when he isn't free, or to deter you from listening to Izana.

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And you were always looking for Kakucho to hang out with. The moment Rindo isn't free to hang out with you, off you go to get your new friend, inviting him to join you at a cafe or just to relax at the park while you waited for Rindo. Kakucho knew he was walking a thin line. You were taken. If not by your so-called "BFF" Rindo which he didn't believe for a second was just a friend (no doubt the blue-haired boy would be both pleased and flustered to find out about this), then by Izana, who very clearly had an interest in you and wasn't shy about it. But this boy simply can't bring himself to turn you down. You were so sweet and clueless about everything, naive to a fault, and that made his heart pound. He couldn't keep a straight face around you no matter how hard he tried - his face flushes on its own he swears - but Kakucho was trying to make up for it by being as professional as he could.

The agreement was for him to guard you in place of Rindo after all, and that did include following you everywhere you went where Rindo wasn't. He'll hold your hand so that you don't wander off (actual danger), and he'll have a slice of the cake you're having just to make sure some rival didn't poison it (not actual danger). If anyone asked, Kakucho just...happened to be very happy to listen to you ramble about anything under the sun, or to share a piece of tart with you at your favourite cafe. Keeps an arm's length distance from you though, because professional, and the one thing he always turns down is you asking for cuddles. Reminds you about stranger danger and that you shouldn't go around cuddling just anyone, but if you insist, he might be convinced to let you lean on his shoulder if you needed a rest (secret side-cuddle, activated!).

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Of all the times and ways to be caught, this comfy position was what none other than Rindo and Izana walked in on, followed closely by Ran, who immediately had to dodge back out of the cafe to laugh at the look on his younger brother's face. Pissed, vein bursting/burst, looking like he didn't know whether to shout or cry.

Firstly, how dare you. Next, how dare you. And finally, how dare Kakucho?? No words came out though, Rindo was simply too pissed to speak, stomps over to you. Kakucho is spluttering, trying to explain himself but no words were coming out, his face entirely red and steaming. Because what was Rindo thinking? What was Izana thinking? Kakucho wasn't trying to steal their girl, cross his heart. He was just trying to be a gentleman!

Rindo just brings his hand down on your head and karate chops you lightly, which is enough to wake you from your nap. "Time for cuddles?" was your hopeful chirp right after you awake to a furious Rindo, seemingly not getting that he was angry at you.

Izana was faster though, sliding into the booth on your other side and patting his lap invitingly, to which Kakucho helpfully lifted you into. All the while the black-haired boy is silently asking Rindo for forgiveness. Because god knows he fears Izana's wrath a lot more than Rindo's - though if Kakucho dared to look up, he would have found the Tenjiku leader more amused than angry.

"Cuddles anytime," Izana assures you, and Ran has to come back in and retrieve his younger brother before he explodes right there and then and gets his ass kicked again.

Poor Rindo only let to stew and resolve to sticking on to you even more.

#ask next week will be for rindo!#hopefully my brain will still be working #but yes he's next :)#hoping to get to write some kakucho as well because i like kaku-chan <3

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cheesus-doodles · 19 days

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An Unfortunately Timed Birthday

Yandere Koko

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Happy belated Birthday to Koko! missed the actual day of 1st April by a couple of days but truly, having a birthday then instead of the other 364 days of the year XD

truly sorry for the reposts yall, but this fic isn't appearing in the tags for reasons ;-;

"Come on, hop on!" You insisted as you patted the pillion seat of the motorcycle. “Let’s get started already!”

It was the first time Koko swore he had seen you on one, yet you already looked way too comfortable seated in the saddle of the overly-large bike where you had been waiting for him outside his house. Where did you get that? And without him knowing? Did you even have a license?

But those were questions that he decided to keep to himself for now; after all, he didn’t want to be a wet blanket on your very visible excitement. "I don't ride bikes," he mumbled, though the black-haired boy was quick to correct himself. "I mean, in general. Not just when you’re the one driving.” A pause, and silence as the tension churning in his gut. Fuck. The more he spoke, the more he was driving his foot further and further into his mouth. Maybe he should have just stopped at his first sentence.

Despite the day being especially cool, the usually oppressive afternoon sun tucked away behind clouds, though this was one of those days that the Black Dragon delinquent wished it was hot. At least you wouldn't be able to see the nervous sweat beading on his forehead. Fortunately for him, you looked merely confused at his words, cocking your head. “Then how will we get there?”

“Get where?”

“To the park, of course!” Your expression once more burst into smiles as you waved your hand about excitedly. “I have a whole day planned for us! We’re going to play baseball, and then we’ll go for a looonnnggg ride in the countryside before we eat ice cream for dinner!”

Koko couldn’t bite down the grimace growing over his face as you spoke despite his best efforts, the furrow of his eyebrows surely as clear to you as to him. Don’t get him wrong, there certainly was nothing better than spending time with you, but this growing list of his most hated activities - was this what you truly wanted to do? On his birthday? The boy shivered. Playing ball games, riding motorcycles and no food; absolutely not. But how should he play this without hurting your feelings? "Listen," he started carefully, sliding his hand into yours as those slit eyes ever so carefully watched your expression. “How bout we head out to a nice restaurant instead? Your favourite has space, we could take it easy and-”

“Koko!” You rebutted instantly, and his face fell. “I can’t let you treat me, it’s your birthday!”

“But-”

“Nope!”

He sighed, resigning himself to his fate. At the end of the day, he just couldn’t say no to you. “All right then.”

Yet just as he was about to climb onto the motorcycle, you suddenly burst into laughter, shoving the unsuspecting delinquent away before clambering off the bike yourself. “I’m kidding, Koko! April Fool’s!”

The realization hit said boy like a truck, and he let out a loud groan. So it was all a prank. Rolling his eyes, he couldn’t stop the long-suffering grin from pulling at his lips as you threw yourself at him, pulling him into a tight hug and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “The bike?”

“I borrowed it,” you hummed. “Not sure where Inupi got it from though.”

Ah. Inupi.

“So what’s the real plan?”

You pulled out a simply enormous picnic basket from its hiding spot, tucked neatly behind the trunk of a nearby tree. “I got your favourites all here. Let’s find somewhere cool.”

Such an unfortunately timed birthday indeed, Koko mused to himself as you tugged him down the street, leaving the motorcycle parked where it stood outside his house. But all this was worth if he could spend such a special day with you.

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cheesus-doodles · 19 days

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Vanilla Extract Tastes Better When Mixed

Yandere Izana

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Happy extremely, super belated Birthday and Valentine's Day to my beloved Izzy! :') I love my baby boy so much - based off the Red Dragonflies/Former Gang Leader Reader AU, but can most definitely be read as a standalone!

"Come on! Let's go!" “Hurry, this way!”

You paused mid-step, hesitating. Just for a moment, those all-too familiar words that floated above the hum of the crowds to reach your ears against all odds were enough to pull you back into the past, and from the corner of your eye you swore you glimpsed what looked like a younger you and Izana, both clad in warm kimonos, running down worn stone paths. But the source were already long gone when you finally turned to look. Letting out a sigh that fogged the cold air, you trudged on, the bright colorful lanterns and chaos of the festival in full swing around you that was once enough to bring a smile to your face doing little to lighten your heavy heart. Had your own hands already been empty for so long?

Closing your eyes and letting the chortles and giggles of other happier souls wash over you, it was hard to keep that nagging voice at the back of your head where it belonged. Sure you had brought this upon yourself, turning down your friends' generous offers to spend today with you, instead opting to selfishly sneak away to attend this festival all by yourself. Sure, you couldn't even quite say why you chose to brave the biting cold only to feel even more isolated.

The snow swirled and bare branches rustled, making for a breathtaking sight against the cloudless night sky; the chilly wind who was your faithful friend during the warmer months seemingly turning against you, and you stuffed your freezing hands into your pockets. Maybe, you bitterly thought to yourself as you watched another couple leaned into each other stroll by, maybe it was a desperate effort to suppress the loneliness that you felt every time Valentine’s Day rolled around. Or maybe it was just the wishful hope that you could live your past again, remembering better times spent bounding through streets lined with countless stores hand in hand with Izzy, the cacophony of vendors calling out and of games ongoing mixed with the armor of fresh, piping hot food filling every one of your senses.

Alas that was a time long past. And at the end of the today like what you had done the past two years, your feet would carry you home alone, bleeding heart in hand.

You forced a smile onto your crestfallen face as you paused to buy a snack from your favourite store at the insistence of your empty stomach, thanking the kind man who asked after you and assuring him everything was fine, but you made certain to turn away before the welling tears at the side of your eyes could catch the glitter of bright lights that hung down from the tenttage. It was embarrassing, not being able to press down such trivial feelings like you usually did.

Wandering through the temple courtyard as the night grew old, the shadows seemed to grow and dance in the flickering candle light from the lanterns overhead, licking at the wooden base of stores as the crowds begun to thin. Grateful for the additional cover as you slipped between lanes and stores, sticking to the dark where you were at home; you were sure that your friends were out and about, having earlier caught a glimpse of that telltale flash of gold, and then black, prowling the only festival ongoing where they knew you would be, but you simply didn’t want to be found. You didn’t want them to see you like this - thankfully you were more than familiar with this temple compound, having spent many of your childhood years playing amidst the vibrant color-filled world.

The closed temple office building, just a stone’s throw away from the tents yet deserted of life, was a good respite from the snow and prying eyes; several umbrella stands on the far side of the old wooden structure no doubt having seen numerous souls seeking shelter from the sun earlier now stood alone in the dark, their paper canopy glowing in the faint residual light.

Lost in your thoughts, you failed to pick up on the crunch of snow as a set of footsteps neared and came to a stop just out of sight.

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If you were in any better state than this, Izana was sure you would have already caught sight of the flash of white hair from around the corner, the single heartbeat he had peeked round to check if you were there usually enough to catch your attention. He had been sure he would find you here, trying to find the comfort you seek admist the party, and he was not surprised that he was indeed correct. You had always been drawn to festivals like this much like a moth to a latern's flame.

But Izana had already been following you about for most of the day, only having taken a few hours' break to settle some gang matters, and you looked as lost and lonely as he felt. After two years apart, the hours he spent just mere metres away from you but unable to get any closer at risk of drawing the attention of your pesky orbiting friends was clawing at his chest. He swallowed hard - he knew you had been keeping your distance from him. But he needed you, his little star-crossed lover. There was no one else who could quell this parched throat, fill the hole in his chest. It didn't matter if you no longer wanted him; you were his, now and forever.

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Ding! The ring of your phone seemed to have shook you out from the trance you had been in, and you blinked, flipping your phone open.

Look up. You somehow knew who it was from despite the number being an unknown one, and even if you knew you shouldn't, you obliged anyway.

And as you turned your eyes to the heavens, the sky above exploded into color with a bang. The rainbow shimmer of fireworks of every color and size and shape earned a gasp from you as you watched the display, the snow glittering as it fell, lit by the bright burst of sparkles against the winter night.

Amazing! Your fingers moved before you could stop them, doe eyes lighting up as they turned left and right in a desperate attempt to take in as much as possible. Glad we got to watch it together.

The last firework fizzled out back into the black sky, and you returned your phone to your bag - by now you were more than certain that Izana was close by and had watched the same fireworks as you. But no matter how much your heart called out for you to turn that corner, to see him again and feel his arms around you again, you resisted. What the two of you had wasn't healthy in the slightest, and you knew deep down your friends were right: it was easier for him to heal alone.

A sudden breeze, a whip of hair, and your hand was enveloped in a familiar, warm grasp. You didn't resist being tugged along, the man in front of you leading you further into the night, violet eyes glancing back at you. “Let’s get out of here."

“Izzy, I-” The tears you had been valiantly holding back finally broke and spilles over, and you hastily wiped them away with the sleeve of your kimono. His grip only tightened as Izana led you down the lifeless city streets, the glow of shop lights just barely enough for you to make out his soft smile.

#izzy <3 #my bb boy #would squish 10/10

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cheesus-doodles · 19 days

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So if it was Mikey that was getting married would the wedding be a lot smoother or is izana crashing the wedding too?

Link to relevant Wedding Ask 1 ; Ask 2

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Been a while since I answer a ask and since this came in ;-; im sorry its been almost two years...

No doubt that anything related to Mikey would be absolute chaos, and doubly so if Izana is involved.

Considering just Mikey to begin with, the rest of the Toman founders already aren't very happy - not because you picked Mikey over them or anything of the such (with the exception of Kazutora of course, this baby boy is seething with envy). Okay maybe all of them are a bit jealous over the whole situation, seeing that the blond-haired airhead who was probably the least capable of caring for another person being the one you chose. But still, putting aside their jealousy, the other five just know that it'll be a huge, huge uphill struggle its going to be having to wrangle him into behaving himself so that you would have the time of your life that you deserved.

Getting Mikey to propose to you to start is a fight in itself, because this baby boy doesn't want to bother with anything, not even proposing, lest of all a full wedding - after all, why care when you were already as good as his? Just wants to move in immediately and start gate-keeping cuddles, forehead kisses and head pats. So right from the beginning, it is the other five Toman founders pulling the strings; okay maybe four, because Kazutora would stubbornly refuse to do anything but cling to you and cry for attention. He does not support this wedding one bit and will not hesitate to make it known (even tried asking you to marry him with an onion ring that he was in the midst of eating), though all he gets in return was reassuring pats and extra love.

Baji and Draken pull their weight for the proposal - the First Division Captain would secretly take your ring size while playing a game of chopsticks (don't ask how, he's an expert), while Draken and the brothel girls would pick out a ring. Your wedding dress has 100% been sorted out many years ago by Mitsuya, delicately designed and impeccably crafted to your exact taste and dimensions, and Mikey is getting side-eyed and threatened into being measured for a custom suit if it was the last thing the Second Division captain does. Pah bless his father's real estate company connections has a venue down pat, and Kazutora is brow-beaten in helping with the decorations on the threat of sending you off on a honeymoon with Mikey and without him.

Everyone and anyone would be threatened to tiptoe the line - your wedding will be nothing but perfection, and you would repay their efforts will lots of attention and affection of course.

The guest list is short and vetted over and over again. Immediate family only, no strangers, and absolutely no other men (absolutely not, especially if it wasn't someone the Toman founders knew). You having guests at your wedding was already something they compromised on because they knew you had several people you desperately wanted to invite.

Having to drag Mikey to the actual wedding is an entire issue altogether, and it required all four of them to stuff the stubborn and whiny boy into his suit and whisk his ass off to the wedding venue. Seeing how excited you were for your big day only made the other founders more determined to make sure it goes off without a hitch. The Toman President is tied to a chair and Draken even seats on him so that he doesn't go running off to find you and ruin the surprise of what your wedding dress looked like. Not like Mikey cared, no. He just couldn't wait for cuddles and those handmade taiyakis that his friends told them you had on hand (it was a lie).

But then, for some reason unknown to even god himself, if you somehow caught not only Mikey's but Izana's attention. Oh boy.

Izana is bound to overhear about all the preparations for a wedding and quickly puts together that you, the Tenjiku princess (not Toman's, definitely not, not in a hundred years), were getting ready to marry Mikey, and throws an absolute fit. Unacceptable, outrageous, and downright heresy. Would attempt to storm over to your place and demand an answer, had to be held back from doing so by the combined force of Kakucho, Rindo, Ran and Mochi, who rather not their president start a gang war this very moment.

But this tanned boy was not going to let this slide so easily, no way in hell - he knew what those Toman bastards were planning, and he wasn't going to let them get away with keeping you all to themselves, not when you're probably just going along with it so that you don't make your so-called friends feel bad. So of course Tenjiku starts devising their own plan. Kakucho outright kidnaps you from your school to go ring shopping, biting his tongue and lying that it was a friendship ring (Ran had to be stopped from bursting out laughing). Izana got huffy getting fitted for a suit, and Rindo awkwardly shuffling by the side didn't help much either.

At last when your wedding day rolled around, everything was ready.

And as you started walking down the aisle, Mikey waiting at the end, Tenjiku springs their plan into action. They gate crash your wedding right through the front door, Kakucho, Ran, Rindo and the other executives immediately jumping on the Toman founders while Izana rushes straight through. The white-haired boy barely even having to stop as he sweeps you up into his arms, makes a split turn, and then proceeds to rush back out with just an eep from you, with a mind to get you to his arranged priest/official and making you sign his own document of marriage. Mikey letting out an outraged shout as he gave chase, Mitsuya is shouting, cursing and telling Mikey to be careful with his suit and don't dirty or tear your white dress.

Ends up starting a gang war anyway at your wedding, with Izana expertly turning to intercept a flying kick from Mikey just in time while balancing you in his arms, while the audience (however limited, no one else is allowed to look at you after all, the Toman founders would never allow it) are left looking on in utter disbelief at the fight breaking out in front of their eyes. You probably having to end up calling off your wedding more bemusedly than not when the whole thing devolved into a screaming match with both Izana and Mikey pinching and pushing at each other while insisting you pick one of them right this instance.

Honestly, you thought that getting married to one of them would settle all of them down, since you would be "safe" and they would be able to continue to "protect" you. You didn't think that gang lines would still be drawn, but obviously you were mistaken. Definitely have thought about just picking a third neutral party to marry, but knowing your very fussy, very overprotective baby boys, that would just drag more people into the fight.

#hehe wedding #the thought is hilarious #tokyo rev x reader

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cheesus-doodles · 20 days

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An Unfortunately Timed Birthday

Yandere Koko

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Happy belated Birthday to Koko! missed the actual day of 1st April by a couple of days but truly, having a birthday then instead of the other 364 days of the year XD

truly sorry for the reposts yall, but this fic isn't appearing in the tags for reasons ;-;

"Come on, hop on!" You insisted as you patted the pillion seat of the motorcycle. “Let’s get started already!”

“Get where?”

“Koko!” You rebutted instantly, and his face fell. “I can’t let you treat me, it’s your birthday!”

“But-”

“Nope!”

He sighed, resigning himself to his fate. At the end of the day, he just couldn’t say no to you. “All right then.”

“I borrowed it,” you hummed. “Not sure where Inupi got it from though.”

Ah. Inupi.

“So what’s the real plan?”

You pulled out a simply enormous picnic basket from its hiding spot, tucked neatly behind the trunk of a nearby tree. “I got your favourites all here. Let’s find somewhere cool.”

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cheesus-doodles · 21 days

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How do you think toman would react to darling coming back with the tattoo?

reader better hide that tattoo from toman bc once they find out they’ll be begging her to get their names as well

Link to relevant Soulmate Ask | Name Tattoo Ask | Soulmate AU List

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Oof. It's not going to be pretty.

I'm sure that everyone already knows of the soulmate phenomenon given how common it is for soul marks to be appear at around their age, and its been the one thing that your Toman friends haven't been able to stop thinking or worrying about. But they've been holding out hope that maybe you were one of the rare few that didn't have a soulmate, for example if your soulmate already died before their soul mark ever appeared. Or even better, if one of the six founders were your soulmate. Yet even in the unlikely case that your soul mark did appear and it wasn't black (indicating a deceased soulmate), the Toman founders were still relatively certain that they were strong and thorough enough to keep the two of you apart long enough to make you think that you would never find your other half, maybe even kill whoever that fucker might be that will eventually try to steal you away from them before you find out.

But when you went missing for a whole day and then reappeared back home with a tattoo of someone's name of your wrist, a tattoo that when they grilled you on you admitted not knowing where you got from - it was like they've been hit in the gut by a bus, their heart dropping to their stomach. Mikey's voice turns icy cold in a blink, ordering you to show them your soul mark, and the other founders' glares turn almost predatory, to which you didn't dare to disobey. It was the first time you had ever felt scared of your friends and how they were reacting, and your thoughts instantly turned back to Izana and how safe he made you feel.

You reluctantly hiked up your skirt and showed the Toman boys the soul mark on your inner thigh, and to their horror, it was the worst case scenario that they didn't plan for. The mark wasn't black, and you had already found your other half. Draken grabs your wrist, reading and re-reading your new marking: Kurokawa Izana. This bastard must have gone to the tattoo shop while body swapped with you, and tattooed his name on your wrist to make it clear who you belonged to given the inconspicuous location of your soul mark. The world almost seemed to stop in that moment, you almost quaking in your shoes facing down the anger of the Tokyo Manji gang founders; you pitied the rival gangs so much more now.

Fortunately for both you and the Toman boys, the tension broke right on time, right as you were ready to turn tail and run, with Kazutora bursting into tears and flinging himself on you, all the accusations about you hating them and trying to leave them for your soulmate bubbling out along with his tears. And with that, the other five boys turn back into the baby boys you know, descending on you like a wave of crying children and demanding to know everything that happened: who was this Izana? Where was he? What did he look like? Because they were going to kick his arse good and proper for tattooing you like an animal. You heaved a sigh of relief, the fear evaporating into the wind: your friends were back to their normal self - seems like they got a lot more upset at you having a soulmate than you thought they would, but you were sure that they would come around soon enough.

You did assure them that you would introduce him soon - you didn't think it was the best idea, given how Izana was a gang leader as well - but you knew your friends would never let up and would never have a good night's sleep again if you didn't. Perhaps if you were there to moderate it wouldn't turn into an all-out disaster.

No doubt Mikey and Kazutora would be the first in line to insist that you tattoo their names on you as well, like a permanent promise that you weren't going to abandon them for this nobody. Maybe even tattoo it over his name, they wouldn't mind. You laugh and kissed their foreheads, but that doesn't stop the two boys from pouting and clinging on to you, continuing to insist on their names. If they can't get you to do it now, they will get you to do it later - even promise to tattoo your name back on their own skin. Be prepared to spend the next few weeks with Mikey and Kazutora doing anything and everything to try and convince you to get their names tattooed, with "subtle" encouragements from the others. You were just overall very amused at their attempts.

Internally, the Toman boys probably knew good and well that they scared you, with Baji, Draken and Mitsuya immediately starting damage control the moment Kazutora's self-control failed; scolding and shouting at the other founders while buying you ice-cream and sweets and pampering you, asking you if you were hurt anywhere and how you had them worried. None of them liked it one bit that you had a soulmate now: that only meant another person you could rely and depend on instead of them. But showing their monstrous sides and scaring you away from them and into the arms of your soulmate was an even worse outcome: they didn't want you to see them in that light, and the darkness that they used to crush anyone who was the slightest threat to their relationship with you should be well hidden in your presence.

So for now, they would settle for spending time bringing you to all your favourite hangouts and cafes, taking up as much of your time as possible while keeping an eye on you. Until they can determine who this 'Kurokawa Izana' was and how best to deal with him and separate the two of you permanently that is.

#tattoo hmmmmm #thinking of that soulmate au again

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cheesus-doodles · 22 days

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Hey did you get rid of your shower asks?

heya anon! nope they're still here! haven't updated the masterlist in a while but these are the ones i have.

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Barging into the Shower AU

Shower Boundaries(Part 1)

Descend into Shower Wandering (Part 2)

Giving in and Letting the Boys In (Part 3)

Dragging Reader into the Shower with Them (Part 4)

Forced to Shower with 20 Boys

Pool Noodle Whack-a-Mole

Lockpicking Skills

Shower Protest

Destroying Bathroom Door

Growing up Showering with Brother

College Age Boys trying to Shower with Reader

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cheesus-doodles · 22 days

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Hi! Just want to ask if there's something wrong with your AO3 account? I can't seem to find/access it.. 🥺

heya Anon! I just changed my Ao3 username and forgot to update the links... .-.

here's the link to my profile: https://archiveofourown.org/users/SaintToTheMadGod/works

i'll update the links as well!

#cheesus answers #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #azur lane #azur lane x reader #azur lane x commander #ao3

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cheesus-doodles · 25 days

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Hello! :) I was just reading your sugar daddy bff baji, and I thought it was so cute! ♡

I wanted to request: what would happen if bajis birthday comes up or a special day for reader and baji, and you know she's kinda broke.. would she use the black card that baji gave her to buy baji a nice gift?? or would she somehow work around using the card?

Love your work! It's nice to read :D

ahhh thank you! it's been a while since i wrote about baji, have some yan sugar bff baji!