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hai7ani · 3 days

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等了一辈子的你 / i have waited an eternity for you / right person at the right time

one night stand who you thought was just gonna come and go shows up unexpectedly at your door the next day, the day after, again, again, and again. except he doesn't come for sex, no. he never asks for it. instead he brings flowers and he offers to cook you both dinner with groceries that he bought. he asks about your day and he listens as you ramble on and on about the dogs at the park or the new cafe you've been wanting to try and he never once complains that you talk too much like the others do. sometimes on weekends he brings you to the beach and he takes many polaroids of you that he hogs in his wallet and sometimes on weekdays he drives you to the other side of the city where he claims there is good food (aka the restaurant that he grew up frequenting and has developed a close relationship with the lady boss. this is how his mother finds out that her son has been seeing a certain somebody). he doesn't share a lot about himself, and you never push him to tell you, but he always wants to know more than who you are 一 he wants to feel the drum of your heart and the flame of your soul. but he disappears one day just when you thought things were going well and it ultimately ends up like how you'd dreaded things to become 一 your little heart in pieces and your life back to melancholy grey. until he finally shows up again and this time he's on one knee on your porch, in the rain, and he's asking for you to marry him. you do not see a ring in his hand but you do see a lifetime with him in his eyes. "i left to buy us a land, in the countryside. with a house." just like you've always wanted. and suddenly your chest doesn't feel as tight as it did anymore. a drop of your tear falls onto his cheek and you smear it across his skin. "i've been away for 13 days," he kisses your palm. "13 days my bones were burning and my heart was bleeding because i was not with you." and he lets out a long breath as you melt into his arms. "you are with me now, my love," you moan. "i am with you."

#icymi #srb

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hai7ani · 4 days

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possessive, romantic sex is so hot. having someone who wants no one but you. i wanna be scratching his back with my fingernails as he marks my neck, leaving hickeys all over my skin. wanna hear him whispering “you are mine” against my lips every time he kisses me and ill gladly do the same to him. need him to be mine so bad. drives me absolutely crazy to think about him telling me i belong to him and how much he loves me while he fucks me mercilessly ♡

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hai7ani · 4 days

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等了一辈子的你 / i have waited an eternity for you / right person at the right time

one night stand who you thought was just gonna come and go shows up unexpectedly at your door the next day, the day after, again, again, and again. except he doesn't come for sex, no. he never asks for it. instead he brings flowers and he offers to cook you both dinner with groceries that he bought. he asks about your day and he listens as you ramble on and on about the dogs at the park or the new cafe you've been wanting to try and he never once complains that you talk too much like the others do. sometimes on weekends he brings you to the beach and he takes many polaroids of you that he hogs in his wallet and sometimes on weekdays he drives you to the other side of the city where he claims there is good food (aka the restaurant that he grew up frequenting and has developed a close relationship with the lady boss. this is how his mother finds out that her son has been seeing a certain somebody). he doesn't share a lot about himself, and you never push him to tell you, but he always wants to know more than who you are 一 he wants to feel the drum of your heart and the flame of your soul. but he disappears one day just when you thought things were going well and it ultimately ends up like how you'd dreaded things to become 一 your little heart in pieces and your life back to melancholy grey. until he finally shows up again and this time he's on one knee on your porch, in the rain, and he's asking for you to marry him. you do not see a ring in his hand but you do see a lifetime with him in his eyes. "i left to buy us a land, in the countryside. with a house." just like you've always wanted. and suddenly your chest doesn't feel as tight as it did anymore. a drop of your tear falls onto his cheek and you smear it across his skin. "i've been away for 13 days," he kisses your palm. "13 days my bones were burning and my heart was bleeding because i was not with you." and he lets out a long breath as you melt into his arms. "you are with me now, my love," you moan. "i am with you."

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hai7ani · 4 days

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have we loved before? / reincarnated lovers / haitani rindou

workaholic boss!Rindou who learns how to love when you enter his life on a random day of the week and knock colours into his mundane view of the world. you straddle him on the couch and you rub slow circles on his back as he talks business on the phone, head resting on his sturdy chest and a soft smile on your lips as you watch him speak calmly on the phone. he was a little stressed out over this particular interaction, hasn't had any idea on how to deal with the problem, until you'd waddled over and gave his forehead a gentle kiss, some soft rubs between his brows after. "it's okay," you'd whispered into his neck, feeling him deflate like a balloon and soften up in your arms. "it'll be fine. just hear what he has to say first."

before you, Rindou would've dealt with issues like this the hard way 一 going into it too fast, too eager, and then yelling it out with clients or business partners when things doesn't end up as foreseen. but now that you're here, he's a cat in your warmth as he slowly learn how to take a step back and recalculate his choices well. he learns choosing the right words and tones to use, too, and maybe some good business ideas from your past experiences as a secretary for some company. so when he ends the call with a suppressed smile you know it'd went well. he slaps your butt when you cup his cheeks and congratulate him on the deal, and he carries you into the bedroom with a large grin on his face.

when he bites your cheek out of adoration as he kicks the door open you see a hint of a child in his eyes, and then you realise with a soft sting in your chest that this is also a boy who was forced to grow up too fast, too early in this lonely world, in an angry household. when he lays you down gently, lovingly on the silk of his bedsheets and strips you off your clothes with kisses all over your body you pull him close by his neck and peck his chest, his collarbone.

"you did well." you whisper as your lips make its way up to his ear, and you kiss him again on the cheek. "i love you."

and Rindou silently wonders if you've loved him before this life 一 if he's loved you before this life. you're so nice to him, you're too nice to him. you fit like a puzzle into each other 一 loving you comes natural to him. it's easy and it's simple, lovely. and he realises then that love doesn't have to be extravagant and rich like the women before you had demanded of him; it can be you and him, in his home that you've begin to leave paw prints in, souls warped and intertwined with each other, and an invisible red string hooped around both your fingers.

have we loved before? he asks himself.

"yes," you mutter, he stuns for a second.

"you're thinking of something, and i feel like i have the answer to it. does saying yes answer your question?"

"it should," he pauses.

the corner of his lips begin to lift.

"it does."

you smile.

and "i love you," he says, (back to your soul) as he finally, lets you in.

#icymi #srb

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hai7ani · 5 days

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have we loved before? / reincarnated lovers / haitani rindou

workaholic boss!Rindou who learns how to love when you enter his life on a random day of the week and knock colours into his mundane view of the world. you straddle him on the couch and you rub slow circles on his back as he talks business on the phone, head resting on his sturdy chest and a soft smile on your lips as you watch him speak calmly on the phone. he was a little stressed out over this particular interaction, hasn't had any idea on how to deal with the problem, until you'd waddled over and gave his forehead a gentle kiss, some soft rubs between his brows after. "it's okay," you'd whispered into his neck, feeling him deflate like a balloon and soften up in your arms. "it'll be fine. just hear what he has to say first."

before you, Rindou would've dealt with issues like this the hard way 一 going into it too fast, too eager, and then yelling it out with clients or business partners when things doesn't end up as foreseen. but now that you're here, he's a cat in your warmth as he slowly learn how to take a step back and recalculate his choices well. he learns choosing the right words and tones to use, too, and maybe some good business ideas from your past experiences as a secretary for some company. so when he ends the call with a suppressed smile you know it'd went well. he slaps your butt when you cup his cheeks and congratulate him on the deal, and he carries you into the bedroom with a large grin on his face.

when he bites your cheek out of adoration as he kicks the door open you see a hint of a child in his eyes, and then you realise with a soft sting in your chest that this is also a boy who was forced to grow up too fast, too early in this lonely world, in an angry household. when he lays you down gently, lovingly on the silk of his bedsheets and strips you off your clothes with kisses all over your body you pull him close by his neck and peck his chest, his collarbone.

"you did well." you whisper as your lips make its way up to his ear, and you kiss him again on the cheek. "i love you."

and Rindou silently wonders if you've loved him before this life 一 if he's loved you before this life. you're so nice to him, you're too nice to him. you fit like a puzzle into each other 一 loving you comes natural to him. it's easy and it's simple, lovely. and he realises then that love doesn't have to be extravagant and rich like the women before you had demanded of him; it can be you and him, in his home that you've begin to leave paw prints in, souls warped and intertwined with each other, and an invisible red string hooped around both your fingers.

have we loved before? he asks himself.

"yes," you mutter, he stuns for a second.

"you're thinking of something, and i feel like i have the answer to it. does saying yes answer your question?"

"it should," he pauses.

the corner of his lips begin to lift.

"it does."

you smile.

and "i love you," he says, (back to your soul) as he finally, lets you in.

#icymi #srb

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hai7ani · 5 days

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have we loved before? / reincarnated lovers / haitani rindou

workaholic boss!Rindou who learns how to love when you enter his life on a random day of the week and knock colours into his mundane view of the world. you straddle him on the couch and you rub slow circles on his back as he talks business on the phone, head resting on his sturdy chest and a soft smile on your lips as you watch him speak calmly on the phone. he was a little stressed out over this particular interaction, hasn't had any idea on how to deal with the problem, until you'd waddled over and gave his forehead a gentle kiss, some soft rubs between his brows after. "it's okay," you'd whispered into his neck, feeling him deflate like a balloon and soften up in your arms. "it'll be fine. just hear what he has to say first."

before you, Rindou would've dealt with issues like this the hard way 一 going into it too fast, too eager, and then yelling it out with clients or business partners when things doesn't end up as foreseen. but now that you're here, he's a cat in your warmth as he slowly learn how to take a step back and recalculate his choices well. he learns choosing the right words and tones to use, too, and maybe some good business ideas from your past experiences as a secretary for some company. so when he ends the call with a suppressed smile you know it'd went well. he slaps your butt when you cup his cheeks and congratulate him on the deal, and he carries you into the bedroom with a large grin on his face.

when he bites your cheek out of adoration as he kicks the door open you see a hint of a child in his eyes, and then you realise with a soft sting in your chest that this is also a boy who was forced to grow up too fast, too early in this lonely world, in an angry household. when he lays you down gently, lovingly on the silk of his bedsheets and strips you off your clothes with kisses all over your body you pull him close by his neck and peck his chest, his collarbone.

"you did well." you whisper as your lips make its way up to his ear, and you kiss him again on the cheek. "i love you."

and Rindou silently wonders if you've loved him before this life 一 if he's loved you before this life. you're so nice to him, you're too nice to him. you fit like a puzzle into each other 一 loving you comes natural to him. it's easy and it's simple, lovely. and he realises then that love doesn't have to be extravagant and rich like the women before you had demanded of him; it can be you and him, in his home that you've begin to leave paw prints in, souls warped and intertwined with each other, and an invisible red string hooped around both your fingers.

have we loved before? he asks himself.

"yes," you mutter, he stuns for a second.

"you're thinking of something, and i feel like i have the answer to it. does saying yes answer your question?"

"it should," he pauses.

the corner of his lips begin to lift.

"it does."

you smile.

and "i love you," he says, (back to your soul) as he finally, lets you in.

#rindou haitani #rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #haitani rindou x reader #haitani rindou #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader

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hai7ani · 12 days

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kiss him under the moonlight, kiss him under the stars and kiss him in the midnight where your heart is his and he can feel that you are alive, healthy and happy and alive.

kiss him under the maple tree off the shore, with the waves a loud echo in his ears and with your hand in his and with your smile that's only for him and him alone.

and dance for him, won't you?

dance like the fireflies and dance like it'll be your last, last one where your skin is painted art and where he's yours.

and dance, dance, dance, till the sound echos so loudly in his ears that would is pulled taunt and no longer can he focus on anything but your smile and the way the light reflects off your lips.

and dance so one day he see you again under the moonlight.

—osamu dazai, edgogawa ranpo, gojo satoru, itadori yuji, fushiguro megumi, jing yuan, aether, alhaitham, lyney

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hai7ani · 12 days

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hi!! maybe you could write smth about rindou skipping a gang meeting to hang out with you? (and then maybe he gets caught and reprimanded 🤭) he’s just such a loverboy i think he’d put his gang stuff on the back burner for someone he likes

*gazing into the distant horizon* well, well... thank you for participating, hehe!! fem!reader, but, uh, nothing more is happening... *voice gets quieter* yeahhh.. English is not my native language, so please forgive me for mistakes/inaccuracies!

Mocchi's words were full of teasing as he declared, "You don't swap bros for... well, you know," when Rindou appeared at the next gang meeting. His gaze lazily slid over the massive frame of the guy, Rindou had neither the strength nor the the desire to engage in confrontation – Haitani had had a great time last night and still hadn't fully recovered.

Mocchi was half-expecting a flimsy excuse or maybe a hint of embarrassment from Rindou, but nope, not this guy.

"Come on, I can still be a gangsta and have a girlfriend. It’s called multitasking," Rindou's way past the age where talks of love and stuff would make him blush; instead, he just adjusts his glasses.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you said," Mocchi rolls his eyes. "Just don’t let her turn you soft."

"Don't worry, Mocchi, my heart belongs to the streets... and maybe a little bit to her too," Rindou lied – the last thing on his mind right now was gang conflicts. The image that kept resurfacing in his mind was how her hair beautifully framed her naked body and how her hips moved smoothly on him. He couldn't care less about someone trespassing on someone else's territory or about accidental killings. All of this disgusted him: they needed to find out who it was and sort it out themselves before others did.

Only Ran was on edge because of South, who was determined to shake up the Tokyo order with the stubbornness of a ram. Haitani couldn't complain, but South's methods didn't sit well with him at all. He would push Ran, who in turn would push his subordinates, and when Rindou faced his brother at home, exhausted from yet another chaos in the district – with foreigners causing a ruckus, – Ran would lose it on him for slacking off from his duties for a stupid reason: having a steady girl and taking her to movies and restaurants, draining their joint budget. Ran had the right to say so – after all, he covered for the younger one when he had dates on gang meeting days. The little bastard just got lucky that Ran wasn't in a position to assess his dire situation in the beginning. He had only realized that Rindou had taken advantage of his kindness and fatigue and slipped out of the meeting for reasons other than indigestion when Rindou had stumble in at dawn in high spirits and with kisses.

Rindou fell hard for her, literally stuck to that girl, already on a regular basis going on night city rides with her, secretly enjoying that she devoted her time only to him. His whole routine went down the drain: fights, clubs, parties, workouts – all of that waved goodbye as soon as he got involved with her. He started looking at the world more broadly, matured maybe, or maybe stopped fixating only on himself, drank less. Maybe that girl was good for him.

"How long will you keep skulking in corners with your little mouse, huh?" South sang in the midst of the gang meeting, causing Rindou to clench his jaw. The relaxed demeanor vanished, replaced by a fiery gaze clearly telling South to go to hell and not touch her. It wasn't a conversation with Mocchi, an old friend who meant no harm.

"This is not relevant to our discussion," Rindou's response was swift and fiery, making it clear that South was treading on thin ice by bringing up his personal affairs.

"Here I decide what is relevant and what is not. Do you and your brother take me for fool, thinking I'll believe yet another excuse for why you're not here at the right time? Bring me her here and prove your loyalty, or else your lady will watch me beat you up in front of her," South teased with a twinkle in his eye and a smirk on his face.

"Shit," Rindou thinks to himself, feeling Ran's gaze on him. He knew he had to make a choice – between his loyalty to the gang and safety for the girl who had captured his heart. The weight of his decision hung heavy in the air as he stood there, feeling the pressure of his brother's expectations and the threat looming over him.

In that moment, Rindou made a split-second decision. With a steely resolve, he squared his shoulders and met South's gaze head-on. "I'll bring her," he said firmly, his voice unwavering. Deep down, he knew the consequences of his choice. And Ran? Well… He'll probably grumble and swear at the whole neighborhood again.

#OHHHHH #YOU ATE THIS UP GENNY #gonna be thinkin bout this the whole night 🤭🤭

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hai7ani · 14 days

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Ran's legs ache.

He thinks the soles of his shoes might have burned down to his feet by now, and it especially hurts when he presses down on the gas and there's a sharp spark of pain across his thighs.

But he doesn't complain, and instead, he watches you slip off your heels in the passenger seat and curl up on the leather to lean your head against the window, the drive silent and peaceful with the low drum of the radio and the rain slapping at the exterior.

When you arrive back home, he comes around to your door, lifts you effortlessly with your heels in one hand while he nudges the door shut with his hip, and you rub his back wordlessly, in that way you often do.

Without speaking, without the need to, just silent and peaceful bliss of coming home to slip under the covers with him.

'I can't believe you dragged me to that engagement party as your plus one," he says eventually, setting you down on the sofa in the dimly lit living room, a hand coming up to loosen his tie and shrug his jacket off, the outer side now splattered with rain from where he'd used it to cover your hair.

You snort and flop back onto the cushions, your aching feet now wiggling against the soft down of the throw. 'Oh come on, who else was I supposed to take? Someone random? Besides, it wasn't so bad right?'

He bends to the cabinet, fishes two tumblers out from the shelf and pulls down the decanter with them before setting them down on the table, and lifting your legs to rest on top of his. And all of it done quietly, smoothly. Effortless.

'Mhmm, it was pretty fun. All that picture taking though, I think the flash blinded my eyes." And he sighs, dramatically, lifting a hand to rub at his temples before reaching out to fill two glasses, his free hand now massaging your calves, smooth presses of his palms to your achy skin.

You roll your eyes, shift further down the sofa till his hands meet your thighs, ringed fingers kissing at the soft warm skin where his calloused fingertips brush against the inside. 'oh please Mr celebrity, I know you enjoyed it. I was more worried about how much the elder aunt's and grandma's were staring at you. Might have to start hiding you in my basement from wandering eyes."

And he laughs, unexpectedly, entirely, his head thrown back against the headrest, spreading his own legs a little with the glass in one hand. "You're going to kidnap me now Princess?"

"I might have to. Can't let the others see what's mine don't you think?"

"Mhm." He swirls the glass in his hand. "I think you caught some eyes too. Prettiest girl in the whole function. Maybe I'll have to do the same to you." And his thumb comes up to brush against your inner thighs, just shy of where the dress parts and you shudder, mindlessly pressing forward against his hands.

"I'd like to see you try big boy, y'know I'd find a way of escaping, I'm quite resourceful."

He chuckles, handing you the glass before slipping his own now drained back onto the table. The fire crackles, undulated by the thwack of rain against the window, your shadows now flickering on the wall where the curl of his hair is silhouetted like a painting.

You drain the glass before reaching for him, beckoning him in the way you often do, before shimmying out of the dress and dumping it on the floor with your heels. And he assents, as if it's been a thousand times. Crawling into your arms, his cheek on your chest, two big hands now gripping your hips and thighs, which part for him to lay between, before your own hands rake through his hair, a light scratch on his scalp that accompanies the soft tug.

'Yknow......people keep asking,' you say, legs now pressed and intertwined with his as you pull the comforter over the both of you.

"Hm? Asking what?"

"When it's my turn."

He stiffens and you feel it, the hair standing on end on his arms and shoulders pressed to your body. 'Oh yeah?'

And you go on despite your better judgement because it terrifies you to bring it up, but you can't deny that it's on your mind as well as everyone else's. And yes maybe it's true, maybe you feel bad for wanting it to be true.

'Yeah,' you say, a low voice, a whisper against the crown of his head. 'I mean, especially today of all days, I guess people want to see a wedding for me.' and you hate it, how it sounds even now. Like you're asking for something, like you have no right to.

And you'd love to all the same. To marry him, have a cute little wedding, tie the knot, have kids maybe, a little family despite all the trials, despite his job, and all that entails. But you've not spoken about it at all, both of you to afraid to bring it up, too scared to have that kind of conversation.

He's quiet for a moment, the thrum of your heart against his cheek, smooth circles now run against your skin, up and down your hips.

'mhm, maybe they will, sooner rather than later," he says, head now craned to press his lips to your chest, your collarbones, hot breath ghosting over your warm skin.

And you freeze, a frown that you're quick to hide. 'You mean it? Don't say it if you don't mean it ran, I don't want to be joked with.'

And he pauses, eyes flickering with light, a half smile, a warm and softened press of his lips to the edge of yours. 'I mean it. You want that princess?" Wanna get married?'

"with....with you?"

'No with santa Claus.' And he rolls his eyes playfully, a light pinch to your thigh. 'Of course with me.'

Your breath is short, a little light and quick, your heart thudding against your ribs with a resounding crack. 'I...I mean, santa Claus is already married so I think that would be complicated.' and you cringe at it immediately, despite how he laughs, so full and beautiful and bright, lips now scoring over yours in a quick succession of soft pecks.

"Well, I guess that's terrible for you then, you're stuck with me. So what do you say? You like the idea of that?"

'I...I do. I really do. You want it too?"

"I do, there's no one better for me than my girl, my princess." Effortless, rolling from his tongue in a way that has your skin flaring with heat.

"oh...... I guess we're going to be getting married soon then. How terrible (!)" And you laugh, breathlessly, the both of you a little overwhelmed, basking in the love with your shadows on the wall, the memory etched in the firelight that bleeds against the window glass, his cheek pressed to your chest where your heart is.

(hi, I went to an engagement today and this is all I can think of lol since everyone kept asking about it lmao)

Reblogs appreciated!

#💞💞💞💞#cheers to the rest of my life with ran

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hai7ani · 16 days

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yeaaaghhg

#GRRRR #THE GLASSES #OKHHHH RHATRAETARAARARAFAFZF #i want to be his girlfriend

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hai7ani · 17 days

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they're friends your honour

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hai7ani · 19 days

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I love genuinely innocent “boys will be boys.” Just saw a guy come out of a frat house to poke a pair of jeans they’d left outside - they were frozen solid, and as soon as he confirmed that, like twenty more boys came rushing out of the house going “YOOOOOOOOOO”

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hai7ani · 19 days

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