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bruh writer's curse is real. when i said that i'm gonna start writing again, i got sick for weeks bruh 🤡🤡

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❀ SISTER, SISTER (REWRITE) | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 sano family 💿  female reader, second pov (you/your), angst and fluff, hurt / comfort, family, platonic relationship, implied soulmates, tw: canonical character death, au - canon divergence, timeline: pre-canon (headcanon), timeline: pre-moebius (imagine), headcanon + imagine 📅 july 21, 2021 🎙️ i accidentally deleted this. i had to rewrite… if someone has the original copy, please i beg of you, SEND it to me. i don’t really care if you plagiarized it or something, just give me the copy i beg. I had a breakdown because of this. 🔗 masterlist ,, parts: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05

Sano Shinichiro’s best friend isn’t just his platonic soulmate, they’re also his younger sibling’s older sister.

☆ Sano Shinichiro has a lot of tight-knit relationships (4lifers, some may say), but there is one that everyone unanimously agreed was his closest one.

☆ It was a wonder to some how the two of you become such close companions. To some, after seeing Sano Shinichiro with you, they easily understood.

☆ Meeting in school as his underclassman, it didn’t take long for you to get roped into his gang’s bullshit. It wasn’t that you were an official member but you were definitely someone. Someone to Sano Shinichiro. Someone.

☆ Sano Shinichiro is batshit crazy, especially during his younger years. It just so happened that you were crazy as well.

☆ In high school, you guys were definitely uncontrollable. Whatever Shinichiro did, you tagged along.

☆ As you grew older, the both of you were definitely calmer, outgrowing that childish recklessness the both of you had always shared.

☆ It was love. Not romantically, but it was love. The kind of love that Shinichiro was sure that in some other universe, the two of you were together as well.

☆ When someone tried insinuating that the two of you could start dating each other, the response was instant.

“With this asshole?” “With this bitch?”

☆ Shinichiro wonders if the reason why he’s always getting rejected by girls is because you’re always with him. You scoffed.

“Trust me, it’s not me. They just don’t like you.” “I have a great personality!” “Well your face isn’t that great.”

☆ Once Shin introduced you to his family, it was all over.

☆ Mikey had no reaction to your presence in the house at the start, blatantly ignoring you, giving you dead-eyes. You coddled on him, to his chagrin.

☆ Emma, on the other hand, adored you. To the point that Shinichiro and Manjiro wondered if this was really their sister.

☆ You managed to bribe Mikey with sweets. Not that you needed to because when he saw you picking on Shinichiro, he loved you already.

☆ As much as they want you to be a part of the family officially, they begged you not to marry their brother.

“Honestly, you can do better, Y/n-nee.” “Yeah. Shinichiro isn’t worth it.” “I’m right here?!” “We know.”

☆ Shinichiro thinks that they love you more than they love him. He doesn’t quite mind.

☆ Keisuke is Manjiro’s… friend, if you can even call him that. Mikey beats him up for fun. (In his defense, Baji asks for it.)

☆ It was only when you saw Manjiro literally kick a guy twice his size on the face, knocking them out cold, did you realize that this kid could literally kill you.

“Is Manjiro safe?” “Why are you saying that as if he’s some dog?”

☆ You love the kid, either way.

☆ You’d defend him from whatever happens. But if it’s a fight, you’re dropping out. Fuck no. Mikey can fight for himself. (If anything, you’re the one getting beat up.)

“Y/n-nee, Shinichiro hit me!” “Shin, don’t hit him! That was too hard.” “Why are you taking his side?!” “He brought home snacks for me and you’ve been pissing me off lately.”

☆ It does weird you out how he laughs at horror movies when the four of you watch at home, though. Everyone is screaming. You don’t know if he’s laughing at the gory scene on the television or at everyone’s reaction.

☆ Movie nights with the Sano family start during the afternoon because everyone wants a chance to pick a movie. 

☆ Sometimes, you get suspicious of Shinichiro disappearing randomly. He doesn’t answer your calls, nor his siblings’. When he comes back and you ask him to explain, he just grins at you and ruffles your hair. Asshole.

“It’s a secret.”

☆ MALL DATES WITH THE SANO FAMILY !!!

☆ It was supposed to be shopping with Emma but three people were tagging along, acting as if it was a coincidence, because they wanted attention from you as well.

☆ It would be a bloodbath. Emma wants to go shopping, Shinichiro wants to go to the arcade, Mikey wants to go home, Keisuke wants to go to a pet shop. 

☆ You want to go to the movies. That’s impossible because you’d never get to pick the movie you want to watch.

☆ When you get home, everyone is knocked out tired. After a whole day of complaining and fighting, you didn’t expect anything else. (You were also half-dead on the couch after all.)

☆ You stay over so much at Sano's house that you’re basically a member of that household. Their grandfather doesn’t quite mind.

☆ Their grandfather appreciates your presence in the house. It seems as if it has been livelier with you around. He doesn’t mind the noise.

☆ He  doesn’t quite understand how you can stand his grandchildren. For one, his eldest, Sano Shinichiro is running around, creating a gang and picking fights and getting his ass handed to him. Manjiro started calling himself some name, is addicted to fights, and refuses to learn anything else because apparently he’s going to take over Tokyo or something. Emma is… Well, that child seems to hate everyone. Then, there’s also Mikey’s friend, Keisuke. He doesn’t even have to say anything about that kid.

☆ He finally understood when he saw you laughing as you watched Keisuke and Manjiro get chased by wild dogs.

“She’s just as insane as them.”

☆ He says all of that but he loves all four of his grandchildren.

☆ Sometimes, it felt like you lived in that house more than your own. Shinichiro’s room is yours. (He did not agree to this. You sleep on his bed anyway.)

☆ Emma loves playing with your hair and styling it. She complains that her brothers’ hairs are too short. (That’s part of the reason why Mikey grew his out.)

☆ She also learned cooking from you. Honestly, you don’t know how they survived this long. The only thing Shinichiro can cook is curry and it’s shit.

“Shinichiro’s cooking sucks.” “You brat! Try starving!” “Instead of eating your food? Gladly.”

☆ Shinichiro annoys you to teach him how to cook better as well. Emma told him to get out of her kitchen.

☆ Mikey has this habit of judging people. He will blackmail you even before he learns the word blackmail. Be careful.

☆ Emma also has a bit of judging people, specifically her brothers. More specifically, Shinichiro’s sense of style and Manjiro’s inability to eat anything that isn’t sweet. She says that’s why he’s so stupid, his brain is filled with sugar.

☆ You can tell that the kids love each other so much though. You just hope that they can show that… properly.

☆ Shinichiro loves taking videos of everything, he uses this camcorder that was gifted to him years ago, on his 7th birthday. He has a shelf of tapes in his room. Later down the row, your videos were in the Sano Family Collection.

☆ It’s always noisy at that house. But it’s expected as it is home to five people.

☆ It only became silent when Shinichiro died.

☆ Everything was different after Shinichiro died. 

☆ On the night he died, that was the one night you chose to laugh at him when he asked if you wanted to stay at the shop with him to help fix up Mikey’s birthday gift for tomorrow.

“Hey, Y/n! You better be there for Mikey’s birthday tomorrow.” “How could I not go to my favorite Sano’s birthday?” “I thought that I was your favorite Sano- Don’t laugh!” “Goodnight, Shin.”

☆ Manjiro called you an hour later; that was your last conversation with Shinichiro.

☆ Of course, it hurt you. How could it not? Almost ten years of your life was spent with him, from high school until adulthood. He was family. He was someone. He was Shinichiro.

☆ Sometimes, it felt like a part of you died with him that night.

☆ But you had to be strong. Mikey and Emma were lost, confused, and they were looking at you. How could you show them that you didn’t feel like yourself anymore?

☆ You put on a smile, hardened yourself, and took care of them. They were your kids as much as they were Shinichiro’s.

☆ You spend the nights crying.

☆ Emma refused to leave your side. She cried when you even tried stepping out of the house’s door.

☆ Mikey never left his room the days that followed Shinichiro’s death. He barely ate, the meals you left outside his door barely eaten. You had to beg him to go out of his room on the day of the funeral. He almost didn’t come.

“Mikey, please. Please. Go see your brother before he has to go. Please, Manjiro.”

☆ You cried outside his door that morning. Begging him.

☆ He came out, eyes red, lips pursed.

☆ The funeral was attended by family, friends, members, people whose lives were changed because of Shinichiro. You find that in funerals, you can see how good of a person the deceased is from the people that visit.

☆ You had no tears left to cry during the funeral, even when people came to pat your shoulder and tell you that he was a good person. You knew that. Shinichiro is a good person. They didn’t have to tell you.

☆ You caught a glance of a boy with light hair standing at the very back. You didn’t recognize him but something was pulling you to him. He left before you could approach him.

☆ The first night after Shinichiro was laid down on his final resting place, you found yourself on the couch in the living room.

☆ That night was the hardest you ever cried for Sano Shinichiro.

☆ The silence was unbearable. 

☆ It took so long to finally stop shedding tears over the dead. When you realized that you stopped crying for him, it made you break down even more.

☆ You couldn’t understand how Mikey and Emma manage to go about their day as if nothing was wrong. How they declined therapy, or seeing someone. 

☆ You never knew that it was because you were right there. They could act as if nothing was wrong because you were still there.

☆ Sometimes, you just want to run away and never look back. To forget about Shinichiro, about Mikey, Emma, their whole bloodline. It was heavy. It was so heavy. But you didn’t.

☆ That was love.

☆ But it was Mikey and Emma who insisted that you take the job offer overseas.

“We’ll be fine here, Y/n-nee.” “Yeah, we’re not babies. We can take care of ourselves just fine.” “Well, I can. Mikey can’t.” “Hey!”

☆ Your eyes were teary when you packed your bags and left, promising them that it would only be for a while, that you’d come back soon.

“They’re at their little meeting.”

You feel the breeze caress your skin, like an old friend greeting you home. Shibuya never changed in the years that you were gone. From their grandfather’s words, it seemed like the Sano siblings didn’t change as well. Seriously, why is the meeting still at night?

You just came back to Japan and the very first place that you went was, of course, home. The Sano Household. Only to find out that the two kids that you were planning to surprise weren't even there.

Their grandfather had welcomed you warmly like you were his own grandchild, telling you that as usual, they were out having a little meeting. You thanked him, leaving your bags, before finding yourself in the cold once more.

You were unofficially officially tasked to drag them home.

Mikey you can understand, but Emma? Why in the world is she hanging out with her brother? In her brother’s meeting? In her brother’s gang meeting? You wondered if starting or being in gangs was in the bloodline. It’s as if the Sano Siblings were destined to trouble, as if they’d get sick if they aren’t fighting something.

You adjust the plastic bag on your wrist. You bought some ingredients for dorayaki, planning on spending the night to make some with the siblings because you know that Manjiro wouldn’t be able to wait until tomorrow.

God, I love these kids too much.

The silence of the night was peaceful.

The silence of the night was broken by bellowing. 

“Who in the world is screaming in the dead of the night?”

You sighed, starting your trek up the steps of Musashi shrine. It wasn’t until midway did you finally start to recognize that voice. “Manjiro?” What the fuck.

Hurrying to the top, the shrine was crowded by rows of black uniforms, young teens in lines looking up at the shrine where the familiar strands of blond stood. You blink.

For a second, you saw Black Dragon. 

For a second, you saw Sano Shinichiro.

You couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips, unheard in the midst of one Sano Manjiro’s yelling. Last you heard, there were barely 10 guys in the Tokyo Manji Gang. To think that that snotty brat who refused to eat anything that isn’t sweet is leading such a huge group, is succeeding in his once little dream.

Manjiro looked like Shinichiro, you realize, standing at the very back.

You shook yourself out of your stupor. No. You refuse to let yourself walk backwards, to let yourself see things that aren’t there, to remember moments long past.

Emma is standing off to the side with a cute girl beside her. At least she didn’t seem to be a part of the gang, wearing civilian clothes that you hoped was keeping her warm. You don’t want her getting sick. You march forward, ignoring the looks sent your way by the members as they try to stop you.

Without a pause, you start matching Manjiro’s screaming just as Emma starts, “Y/n-nee!-”

“Shut the hell up, Sano Manjiro!”

The silence of the night returns.

Wide obsidian eyes stare into your as you stand at the very front, at the bottom of the stairs where Mikey stood. “It is eleven in the fucking evening. Everyone is asleep. None of your members are talking. So tell me, why the fuck are you screaming?!”

There were murmurs behind you. He doesn’t seem to mind, a grin splitting his face, the cold mask he was wearing breaking as he jumps down, skipping steps. “Y/n-nee!”

“We’re going home!”

You step to the side, letting him land on the space where you once were, knowing that you were going to get tackled if you hadn’t dodge. Mikey is unnerved, simply turning around and jumping on you, arm hitting your throat.

Draken looked exasperated, knowing that the President wasn’t going to go back to whatever he was saying and it was up to him to adjourn for the night.

“You’re back!” He looks at the plastic bag. “ARE THOSE FOR DORAYAKI?!”

“Nuh-uh! Go back up there and finish your little club meeting.”

“But Ken-chin-”

“No!”

Mikey pouts as he gets pushed off of you. Ken gives you a thankful look as if you were an angel sent by the heavens to rein their spontaneous boss back. “Let’s go, Emma,” you call to the girl already hurrying over.

“Y/n-”

“No.”

You turn your back to Mikey, grabbing Emma’s hand as she looks at you with wide eyes, a growing smile on her lips. Seriously, screaming at 11 in the evening at a shrine where no one is talking? You worry for Mikey sometimes. 

“Keisuke, you’re invited as well,” you tell the boy in passing, glancing at the blond beside him. “Bring your pretty friend over as well.”

“Y/n-nee, when did you come back?”

You smile at her. “Just now.”

“And you headed straight here?”

Technically, no. You headed home. “Where else would I go if not to you and Mikey?”

It's just that your home is the Sano Family.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #sano family #sano shinichiro #sano manjiro #mikey #sano emma #emma #shinichiro #manjiro #tokrev imagines #tokrev headcanons #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers shinichiro #shinichiro sano #fluff #rewrite #sister sister

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it has been... (checks posts) three years

uhh happy new year?

it's 2024 and tokyo revengers ended like over a year ago already. i wasn't there, unfortunately. i don't know what happened. i think i died lol but I'm back again for some reason.

the pandemic is done and over with, i haven't read or watched any anime for the past two years, and i'm less than two years away from graduating high school. which is amazing because when i started this blog, i was a second year in junior high.

i was cleaning out my gmail today and saw one saying that joukhr posted chapter 9 of second hand. didn't remember most of the story so i decided to read it and it wasn't until chapter 35 did i realize that it was already completed and i had 5 chapters left. finishing it had me sitting in silence, feeling hollow, feeling this growing desire trying to lurch out of me. i have come to a realization that that desire was to write, that desire was to go back to what younger me believed i was best in, that desire was to do something - to write something - that would also light a desire in others.

i definitely wasn't healthy during my tumblr writer era, i wasn't sleeping nor eating well, i didn't socialize and i ignored all of my friends and family in favor of the one i created in this site. i didn't feel like my truest self, like i created a persona that people would like. i wasn't the healthiest, but i definitely was happy.

i want to try again. i want to try writing again. this time, in a way that doesn't include me giving out everything that i have, everything that i am.

for the people who waited on me all this time, know that i have my pot of tea beside me, a glass of milk to add, and a plate of cookies. i thank you for your patience and your interest over the years, and i am back to making myself and other people happy with my writing once more. not just with tokyo revengers, i'll also show you all of the fandoms that once made me happy and is now pulling me back in like a teenager's favorite song on the bus ride home.

good day. see you soon.

(ps: aside from joukhr's fic, another reason why i came back is definitely because i accidentally deleted the first part of sister, sister while rereading my old works. it definitely pushed me to start writing again, even if it's just a rewrite.)

#tokyo fukushu #sielou #louise #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #writing #writers on tumblr

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BITCH I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED SISTER SISTER (1)

WHO HAS A COPY I'M LITERALLY CRYING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW

i'm shaking so much rn i'm gonna kill myself i swear

#tokyo revengers #tokyo fukushu #sister sister #sano shinichiro #sano manjiro #mikey #tokrev

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takemitchy 🤝 wakasa

telling a teenager that people died for him, further worsening said teenager's mental health

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #imaushi wakasa #wakasa #takemitchy #hanagaki takemichi #sano manjiro #manjiro #mikey #sano mikey #yes this is definitely abt mikey #i gave up on the formatting #but mitchy rlly thought it was a great idea to tell a 16 year old that he killed his friends in the future #and wakasa (a literal adult omfg) told same teenager that his older brother kind of died for him which then led to multiple deaths later on #yes #fuck #CORRECTION #THEY'RE BOTH ADULTS #AND MIKEY WAS 16 #OMFG

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i don't know why but i associate wildest dreams ( taylor swift ) with gojo satoru and every time it plays, there's always this tiny voice in my head whispering for me to go and write that gojo scenario already. i never learned to listen.

ps: pitbull aside, i hc that gojo listens to taylor swift like he'll die if he doesn't

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo headcanons #gojo #satoru #gojo x reader #i swear i'm going to write it #i just don't know when #fr tho #i try to imagine mikey or any other character with the song #but it just doesn't hit the same way #it doesn't work #a gojo imagine just repeats in my head #especially at the bridge #god that bridge hits #taylor swift's bridges never miss actually #taylor swift #wildest dreams

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❀ THE MOMENT I KNEW | TOKYO REVENGERS

;; mikey gets sick on his 18th bday, he misses you

🥛 — sano manjiro

🧾 — gender neutral reader, second pov ( you / your ), sick au, alternate timeline, everyone lives / nobody dies, birthday fic, mild angst,hurt / comfort, imagine

✉ — happy birthday to my love. i really want him to end up happy this time :((

Sano Manjiro had always been a healthy child. He wasn’t one to get sick, not fevers that end with him in bed that is. His immune system was always in shape, despite having to be forced to eat vegetables and anything aside from sweets. Perhaps all of the sleeping he had done had helped with his health rather than his height. 

Point is, he had never experienced what other people did: bedrest. He’s quite thankful for that.

Today, God was pissed at him, probably. 

The moment he woke up, it was noon and Mikey already concluded that he didn’t like being sick. It was shitty. He wants to die already.

The 20th of August has long been established as his birthday. Normally, he would be feasting on a huge breakfast with Emma, Grandpa, Shinichiro, and that idiot, Izana. Then, he would be opening gifts over gifts before going out for a ride with Toman. A day with you after that is a must, along with lots and lots of kisses and hugs.

His 18th birthday is spent in bed.

“Alright, stay in bed, Manjiro,” Shinichiro ends, showing the thermometer to him; it blinked a perfect 38.5 degree celsius. “We can celebrate tomorrow instead, alright?”

Mikey groans but it gets cut off midway with a harsh cough. He swore he tasted blood. (He’s being a dramatic ass bitch, like usual.)

Emma gives him a pointed look from behind their oldest brother. Their grandfather silently shakes his head, putting the blankets over Mikey and forcing him to lie back down. Izana lingers by the door, not that the birthday boy cares. (He does.)

Shinichiro says something about cooking this or that and Emma adds with contactings friends and hiding gifts. Mikey does not listen, he’s too busy sulking. He hates this. He feels as if there’s someone stuffing cotton in his head through his nose. He felt nauseous enough that seeing the cake made him want to puke. (Thank God Emma backed away and hid it from view before replacing it with soup for him to drink like water before being followed with medicine.)

“Mikey, we’re going now alright. Rest some more. I’ll come back again later with food you can actually swallow without gagging,” Emma tells him. Shinichiro pats his head, his sister gives him a hug, everyone greets him a happy birthday anyway. Then, the door is closed behind them and the lights are turned off.

Mikey dies in the dark.

The curtains are slightly open. Mikey turns away from it, gripping the sheets and pulling it up to his chin.

He felt empty.

He was actually looking forward to today. Emma’s cooking had always beaten restaurants and Shinichiro’s smile and greeting being the first thing he woke up to had always been appreciated. His grandfather’s pat in the back and small smile always made him fold and even Izana’s silent nod and gifts were touching. He can’t believe that he isn’t going to experience that this year, now that he’s bedridden with a common cold.

Keisuke was going to laugh at him, really. They all were going to, probably.

He felt so lonely.

Did they leave him? Why did they leave? Mikey didn’t like being sick. He felt so away from everyone, from you. 

Mikey’s whole body shakes from the sneeze.

Even worse was that he told you that you were going out on a date today and that he was going to take you to the movies to watch that film he wanted to watch then to dinner at his favorite restaurant.That was what he wanted from you for his birthday: a day just with you. It was enough. It always will be.

God, were you waiting for him? Where was his phone? He needed to call you. What if you were already a;; dressed up? What if you were sitting in the living room, waiting for him to pick you up?

Mikey wanted to force his body to get up and find his phone—or any phone, really, he just wanted to contact you. He just wanted to hear your voice. Maybe a happy birthday? God, he loves you. He misses you already.

He really wanted to get up.

When his eyes blinked open, the room was pure black and he knew that no matter how much he opened the curtain, the room would continue to remain in darkness. His head hurts. He wanted to sob but even thinking about it made his head throb in pain. He was hungry. Did Emma come back earlier and decide to not wake him up? He really wanted to eat something other than medicine and soup.

The door opens and Mikey hopes that it was Emma with something to eat, or at least something to drink. Who stood on the other side was even better.

Mikey pushes himself to sit up even if it makes him dizzy once he sees your face pop up from behind the door with a little smile. “Hey, Manjiro!” You greet, turning on the lights when he quickly shielded his eyes. “Happy birthday, love.”

Mikey pouts, blinking to get adjusted to the lights as you close the door and pad through the room. You sat next to him and he really loved the way your hand automatically found his head, combing through his locks and scratching. He leans back, closing his eyes, hand finding your thigh and resting there.

“I love you.”

Your hand left his head and Mikey whines at the loss of your touch. “‘Love you too…” He murmurs, voice raspy from sleep and sick, looking up at you. You lean forward, forehead on the side of his neck, feeling how warm he was as his hands now found themselves on your waist.

“Got you some food from your favorite restaurant, ‘Jiro. Though it’s probably not as good as Emma’s cooking,” you whisper. “Don’t worry about the movie, I managed to get a different ticket a few days from now, okay?”

“Want to watch it with you now,” he replies, almost whimpering as his nails dig into your skin when you try to pull away. “Don’t leave.”

“I’m not leaving Manjiro. I’m right here. We’re all right here, in your heart and right beside you, even if you don’t think we are,” you hush him, hand drawing circles on his arm now that you’re practically on his lap. “We can’t watch the movie though. You need food, medicine, and rest.:

Mikey pulls you even closer from your words. It always did feel like you were reading his mind, like you knew him more than he knew himself.

“Stay?”

“Staying.”

“Kiss?”

You lean your head back to meet his heavy eyes. “Maybe just on the cheek.”

He pouts once more, acting pretty much like a child. You don’t have it in you to complain. If anything, it is quite adorable how needy he does get sometimes. “As long as you kiss me a hundred times more when I heal.”

“Deal.”

You press your lips to his cheek before he could change his mind and his grip finally loosens, his shoulder losing all the tension it had just a few moments prior. Mikey’s hair was a mess but it wasn’t enough to hide how his eyes slowly glazed over in tiredness and how his blinking got slower with each one.

“Go to sleep for a while, ‘Jiro. I’ll heat up your food for now.”

He frowns. “But-”

“I’ll be back, I swear.”

He remains hesitant, hand now on yours, but he slowly lies down again. You pull up the blanket, making sure that he’s comfortable. The reluctance in his eyes was clear but you smiled at him, combing through his hair once more. With that action, his eyes flutter, neck stretching to lean on your hand.

You chuckle and Mikey opens his eyes for a second to look at you, puckering his lips. Leaning down, you press another one on his cheek and this time, he does whine. “Tease.”

“I love you, Manjiro,” you say again with a silly upturn of your lips.

He huffs, feeling even more tired as he sinks further into the bed as it swallows him. 

Mikey blinks, slowly, carefully, and tiredly. The world blurs in his eyes but the image of your smile burns into his mind like some permanent scar from a cigarette butt. Reality and the world of fever dreams tangle, melting into each other slowly and sweetly. But the warmth of your hand grasping onto his never leaves like how the comfort of the way your hand massages his head does.

That was the moment Sano Manjiro, Mikey, 18 years old, knew that he was going to marry you.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers mikey #sano manjiro #sano manjirou #manjiro #manjirou #mikey #sano mikey #mikey x reader #mikey x you #mikey x y/n #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro x y/n #sano manjiro x y/n #mikey imagines #comfort mikey #happy birthday mikey #sano shinichiro #shinichiro #izana #kurokawa izana #sano emma #emma

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❀ THAT’S MY TRAUMA | TOKYO REVENGERS ( ft. jjk )

🥛 — ft. baji keisuke, hanemiya kazutora & sano shinichiro

🧾 — female reader, second pov ( you / your ), pov: baji keisuke, canon divergence, jujutsu kaisen au, crack treated seriously, reader has issues, everyone has issues, mild angst, canonical character death, mention or suicide, everyone lives / nobody dies, cursing, canon-typical violence, eventual happy ending

✉  — god, this was requested like a year and so ago but i just disappeared from the face of the earth more than half a year ago and just watched jjk earlier this year so lmao. literally just returned because it’s shin’s death anniversary and i found this in my drafts

🔖 — title

Tokyo is suspicious as shit.

But in all honesty, all of Japan is suspicious as shit.

Baji Keisuke had never been one for the news, it bored him. He probably should attempt to listen but... Well, he'll try tomorrow. (That tomorrow always never comes and Keisuke forgets about such thoughts soon enough.) Despite not being that updated, he is well aware of the amount of mysterious deaths that happens around Japan.

He can confidently tell anyone that it isn't because of the gangs running rampant around Tokyo after one Sano Shinichiro paved a path for a whole new generation a few years back.

Deaths in gang wars were rare. Murder had always been too much. It was usually by accident when it did happen and perpetrators had always been arrested. It's their pride that sends them into turning themselves in. Keisuke had hoped to do the same if he ever gets pushed to do the same.

Alongside its rarity, deaths in gang wars were usually counted by one digit. Specifically, the number one. Keisuke can tell you that that one is absolutely nothing compared to the thousands of mysterious deaths.

He had never been a fan of the cult but my god did it get his blood running. He's going to dig shit up and boast about it to Mikey. Probably drag Kazutora along as well, he seems like someone who'll enjoy it.

On August 14 of 2003, Keisuke found an answer to these suspicious numbers and also saw someone die for the first time... And then got revived. That man being Sano Shinichiro, Mikey’s very own older brother. (God damn was that shit traumatizing as hell.)

Keisuke loved Mikey. That dude was crazy but that dude was also his brother. So with Kazutora, he got Mikey what he always wanted: the CB250T.

Somehow, along with the said motorbike, Keisuke and Kazutora ended up gifting Mikey the corpse of his brother as well. (That was what he thought until the second plot twist started and Keisuke went spiraling into insanity and Kazutora looked a mix of relieved, guilty, and sick.)

So there it was. A corpse stood below Kazutora and it just dawned on him what Keisuke said. Mikey's brother.

He feels like puking. The metallic smell of blood is disgusting and the sound of the wrench dropping on the floor drums on Keisuke's head.

Four words spin in his head, round and round like a merry-go-round or a ferris wheel, or even the way his head spins when confronted with an unfamiliar kanji character. It occupied his thoughts as his steps shook like his breath did, treading closer to Kazutora who looked at his blood stained hands and the blood stained floor and- oh god, the blood was everywhere. Keisuke didn’t like the color red.

(Kazutora killed Mikey's brother. Kazutora killed Mikey's brother. Kazutora killed Mikey's brother. Kazutora killed Mikey's brother.)

Keisuke held him, he was shaking far worse than Baji was. There were tears in his eyes and Keisuke was sure that there was in his too.

Keisuke would be going down with Hanemiya Kazutora, no matter what. This is the burden that they will share, the responsibility that will always be on their shoulders. He's going to risk it all and confess, step forward to his crime. Because Keisuke is his mother’s son and this is the right thing to do.

A thought runs around his head, haunting him like ghosts of cats that he never got to save. Would he have cared the same way if the person that died in front of him wasn't Sano Shinichiro?

(Baji Keisuke himself would think no with horror, sick of his own immoral thoughts. Everyone else would have said yes because Baji Keisuke is an angel walking on earth with a gruff exterior but also the most loving and caring being in this very existence. Keisuke would never believe them.)

That familiar ring of cops never felt so terrifying until now.

Kazutora is losing his mind. Keisuke already decided where he will be going, even if it means letting his best friend blame Mikey. Even if it means giving it all up just for him.

"Shinichiro, did you take my lighter?"

The voice echoes at the empty store, sounding louder than the nearing inevitable cops. Keisuke hadn't even heard a jingle of keys, an opening of the door, or even any footsteps. But when he looked back, a woman stood there. Sharp eyes, messy hair, eyebags as if she hadn't slept in the last three days.

This is it.

Kazutora whimpers and Keisuke holds him tighter. It's going to be alright. We'll be together. I will never leave you behind.

His gaze met with yours. Suddenly, the room smelled different. Smoke filled his nose even though there was no obvious presence of it, covering up the smell of blood.

They are both met with surprise. Keisuke could just not believe the words that left your lips as you held a disgusted expression, hands still on your pocket.

"Oh my god, did this asshole really decide to die in front of two kids? What the fuck, Shin? That's fucking traumatizing."

Kazutora shops shivering and Keisuke chokes. The boy with gold as his eyes looked at you and you noticed the one with the hairstyle like an octopus had the same horrified look. “Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him about this,” you replied as if it was the easiest thing to say.

This time, Keisuke is full-on sobbing because there is an insane woman talking insane things and being an insane person in general as you finally kneel down in front of the bleeding man (and fuck, the blood is getting on your knees). Purple energy gathers around your hands and smoothly flows into the corpse in front of you and Keisuke fears that he, as well, is going insane.

It might be the trick of the lighting or his soul failing him but Keisuke swore that the blood on the floor was slowly cleaning itself and Shinichiro’s face was getting less and less paler.

It was quick work for you, but the mental trauma that you also inflicted on the two kids was not going to be quick work at all.

When dark abyss-like eyes suddenly blink open, bleary but obviously alive, and a twitch of the hand before the corpse sit up, Kazutora vomited everything that was in his stomach even though there was barely anything to puke out.

When Shinichiro looks at Keisuke and coughs and asks, “Keisuke? What happened?,” Keisuke proceeds to follow Kazutora’s actions.

When Shinichiro stares down at his clothes and hands soaked with blood, turns his head and sees you, he understands.

You roll your eyes at him, crossing your arms.

The siren just grows louder and you can only wonder how to clean up the blood before the police busts open the doors.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokrev #tokyo revengers shinichiro #sano shinichiro #shinichiro #platonic soulmates #shinichiro x reader #baji keisuke #keisuke #baji #kazutora #hanemiya kazutora #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #shoko reader #cursed energy #reverse cursed technique

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honestly wakasa just gives me mr. kayden vibes for no reason (eleceed manhwa), i think it's the eyes. Wakasa's eyes look like they belong to a fat cat 🐱. frfr search up mr. kayden cat form/normal form, what is he so finee for?? but as a cat, I would absolutely SPOIL him sm cat treats. -🧇anon

MOVE I FINALLY FINISHED WITH OPM OCTOBER AND I READ ELECEED A FEW DAYS AGO SO I CAN FINALLY REPLY TO THIS-

i just want to say that i started reading it at around 8 in the evening, stopped at six in the morning because i had classes and then resumed on reading it during said classes. i can tell you that i survived with no sleep and three cups of coffee throughout the day but still managed to live while participating in class. this does not mean that i was sane or my answers sounded sane.

first of all, eleceed as a whole is wholesome, amazing, and i can die for it. i love the characters, the world-building, the growth, the relationships between said characters, the art, kayden, and everything. and i want to thank you for introducing it to me because wow, i can't believe i missed such a gem.

kayden is so fine, an arrogant bastard, but he's fine. i'd marry him. ahem- and it's not even the "i'll fix him and i'll fix his attitude". no baby, just stay how you are. you're perfect. fuck even you're cat form is perfect, i'd squish you.

but anyways, going back to tokrev... wakasa's eyes can pass as a cat's.

wakasa's eyes look likey they belong to a fat cat

PLEASE THE WAY I CACKLED- that was so random but i somehow understand??

but thinking about tokrev x eleceed...

wakasa as kayden [ am i the only one that got arrogant bastard vibes from wakasa?? ] and senju as jiwoo-

i don’t know why but senju is soft but op, do not fucking touch me, and jiwoo as well. and i guess i just think of younger wakasa’s hair style whenever i look at senju so i immediately assumed that they were close-

i’m not sure who the other characters could be but i can just imagine the chaotic duo senju and wakasa could form 😭

#eleceed #tokyo revengers #mr kayden #kayden break #wakasa imaushi #wakasa #kawaragi senju #senju #seo jiwoo #jiwoo #🔮 — incoming [ 🧇 ] #🎆 — talks #💜 — vital

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❀ falling out of love | banna harbera [ 27. 10`28 ] 🥛 — hanma shuuji

❝don’t wanna play pretend. i’m falling out of love again.❞

Regret is unavoidable if you live your life recklessly.

For Hanma Shuuji, living his life recklessly was what made it fun. Running around, causing trouble, finding joy in the red of the night, adrenaline pumping in his veins until he drops down tired. Always in the seek for something better, something more.

So when you fell for him and he to you, you knew that he would fall out eventually.

You knew that you were just the temporary escape, something that can always be surpassed. Hanma was insatiable.

“I’ll stop here.”

It was all he said. He’ll stop here. No explanations, no other words, not even a glance at your eyes. The usual carefree grin gone from his face and there wasn’t even a spark of interest in his eyes.

Hanma wasn’t one to play pretend; when he was done, he was done.

So why? Why do you still look for him in the throngs of people you pass by everyday? Why do you still wait for him in your favorite places? Why did you still want to talk to him, to hold him so intimately?

Hanma wouldn’t have hit rewind to be with you again, but you would have.

suggested by: katie

[ navi, opm ]

[ coffee: sielouu ]

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers drabble #tokyo revengers hanma #hanma x reader #hanma x y/n #hanma x you #shuuji hanma #hanma shuji #shuji hanma #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuuji x reader #hanma shuuji x you #hanma shuji x you #hanma #🎥 — [ opm october ]

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❀ overdrive | eraserheads [ 26. 10`25 ] 🥛 — tachibana naoto

❝magda-drive ako hanggang buwan. please, please lang turuan nyo akong mag-drive. gusto kong matutong mag-drive, kahit na wala akong kotse.❞

If there was one thing Naoto did not know what to do in his multiple skills and talents, it was driving.

Tachibana Naoto wasn't one to drop anything, no matter how hard or how less he worked, and just leave whenever he wanted. He's much too dedicated to his work.

But if given the chance, with no consequences waiting for him at the end of the line, Naoto would like to get in a car one day and just drive to nowhere and everywhere.

He was sixteen years old when the thought first popped into his mind.

He was sixteen when he first stood in front of you with the intention of asking you out to be his.

He was sixteen when you accepted.

And he was sixteen when he started saving up for his first car.

However, he was eighteen when you taught him to drive. He remembered reaching the end of Japan, gas at the lowest, fed with cheap convenience store meals, and having his phone filled with missed calls from his family; but he was holding your hand and in that moment, that was enough.

❝i will drive until i reach the moon. just please teach me how to drive. i want to learn how to drive, even if i don’t have a car.❞

do you ever just want to get in a car, drive, and disappear for two weeks and only come back home when you're finally out of money?

[ navi, opm ]

[ coffee: sielouu ]

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers drabble #tokyo revengers naoto #tachibana naoto x reader #tachibana naoto x y/n #tachibana naoto x you #tachibana naoto #naoto tachibana #naoto x reader #naoto x you #naoto #🎥 — [ opm october ]

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❀ varsity crush | pixie labrador [ 25. 10`24 ] 🥛 — kawaragi senju

❝oh if only all my pining leads you to me.❞

The smile on her face as she reads the letter while chaos resumes around her.

You try to not make it obvious that you were glancing at her, keeping a casual conversation with your seatmate who was too occupied in her rant to notice that you weren’t fully listening anymore.

Senju lets out a silent giggle and you can’t help but smile, watching her cute reaction.

You look away, class is starting. That was enough for you. It always has been.

You try to fool yourself so.

Isn’t seeing her smile enough? Isn’t seeing her happy enough? Isn’t seeing her keep your letters and your notes enough? Isn’t seeing her touch said notes gently before her games enough?

What if you want to be the person she’ll meet in staircases before her games? What if you want to be the person she’ll kiss in an empty classroom? What if you want to wear her varsity jacket just so that her last name will be yours even temporarily? What if you want to be the one who’ll tie her short hair into those cute twintails? What if you want to hold her hand?

What if you wanted to be something more?

With Kawaragi Senju nothing seems to be enough because you always want to be something more.

The bell rings and you realize that you were out of it the whole class. You sit there, staring at your desk, yearning for something more even though it was impossible.

Senju stops by the classroom door, bag in hand. She looks over her shoulder and gazes at your still form, preoccupied with your thoughts. She held the surface of her bag, the letter was still inside.

And she hopes that it was from you.

suggested by: katie

this song is so effing cute. will write a full fic about this one day, i swear i’m adding it to my list.

[ navi, opm ]

[ coffee: sielouu ]

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers drabble #tokyo revengers senju #kawaragi senju x reader #kawaragi senju x y/n #senju kawaragi #kawaragi senju #senju x reader #senju x you #senju x y/n #akashi senju x reader #akashi senju #senju #🎥 — [ opm october ]

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❀ upuan | ben&ben [ 24. 10`23 ] 🥛 — tachibana hinata

❝ang tanging hangad ko lang, sa t’wing nangangalay ka na, ay gaya ng upuan sa akin ka magpahinga.❞

“Hey,” you call carefully to not startle her out of her musing.

Hinata blinks at you before hastily catching the paper you gently threw at her after glancing at the teacher up front. You understood how important it was to study but there were more important things at the moment other than exams. Your best friend.

You look back at the front, picking up your pencil to try and act immersed in the lesson.

The folded paper lands back on your desk and you don’t even try to be discreet.

[ Are you alright? ]

[ yeah.. it’s just that takemichi-kun isn’t here again. ]

You bite on your lip to stop yourself from frowning. Hanagaki again. It’s always Hanagaki Takemichi, the main reason why Hina was always worrying and frowning and losing focus in everything else.

[ got into a fight? ]

You pass it back, but this time you watch her expression. Her brows were furrowed as she wrote, lips pursed and gaze filled with so much sadness.

[ mm… he’s in the hospital again, beaten black and blue. i just don’t know what to do, y/n. ]

Leave him, you wanted to write, you wanted to whisper, you wanted to say, you wanted to yell. Hina deserved better. She deserved better other than always worrying about him when he’s too busy with gang bullshit to even go on a proper date with her.

You gaze at her again, the paper on your hand, wrinkled at the ends with how tight you were holding onto it, your fists clenched. She wasn’t looking at you but something akin to desperation shines in her now glassy eyes as she gazes at the writings on the board, not even listening.

Love.

[ Visit him and talk to him about it. If you want, I can come with you. I’ll be there to support you, Hina. Always. ]

She wasn’t going to break it off with him. It was crystal clear.

[ thanks, y/n. i’m so lucky to have you as a friend. ]

Hanagaki is lucky to have you.

You crumple it and throw it in your bag, hoping that your feelings would go along with it.

You didn’t mean to fall for her. But just one look and Hina wasn’t just a friend anymore. All it took was one look and your heart was beating too fast and you couldn’t stop thinking about her. Even though she wasn’t yours, even though she’ll never be yours.

Hanagaki is lucky to have you.

There were more important things at the moment other than exams. Your best friend. The person you love, the person you’ll never have. Tachibana Hinata.

upuan means “chair; seat”.

❝my only wish, is whenever you need it, just like a chair come lean on me.❞

i want to write a full fic with this song someday. friends to lovers trope.

[ navi, opm ]

[ coffee: sielouu ]

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers drabble #tokyo revengers hina #tachibana hinata x reader #tachibana hinata x y/n #tachibana hinata x you #tachibana hinata #hina x reader #hina x y/n #tachibana hina #hina #🎥 — [ opm october ]

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❀ rainbow | south border [ 23. 10`22 ] 🥛 — arashi keizo

❝can you hear me? there’s a rainbow always after the rain.❞

“Death isn’t the end, right Benkei?”

He remains silent, staring at the name on the monument, on the gravestone. He doubts it. Death may have been the end of everything.

He glances at you from the corner of his eyes and he clenches his fist, you were staring at him with wide eyes, a little shaky as if trying to pull yourself together. He couldn’t lose you to death as well.

But then you held his clenched hand with that smile of yours.

“I know what you’re thinking but death is a part of life, Benkei. Winning and losing, staying and leaving, beginning and ending, living and dying. All of it. It is life. And everything will be alright.

“Death is not the end.”

“Even if it is, I don’t want you to get there faster,” he complains, facing you now and a hand over yours that was still on his.

It was frustrating. To lose people to death is something irreversible and unstoppable. It’s messy, it’s nasty, it’s painful as if something is pulling your whole heart out in one move and making sure to do it slowly for you to feel every single agonizing movement.

You laugh, the tears in your eyes never seeming to drop. “There’s always a rainbow after the rain. Sadness is always temporary and it will bring something good in the end.”

How? Shinichiro is gone and someday, you will be too. How can anything good come out of this? 

“If I do get there first, just look for me when it’s your time. And I’ll be waiting.” Even in death, I will be.

Death is eternal. And if you find each other there, you can spend that lifetime and more together. Every rain will always have a rainbow, even death.

That is the good in death. 

[ navi, opm ]

[ coffee: sielouu ]

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers drabble #tokyo revengers benkei #arashi keizo x reader #arashi keizou #arashi keizo x y/n #arashi keizo #keizo arashi #benkei x reader #benkei x y/n #benkei #🎥 — [ opm october ]

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❀ kyusi | zild [ 12. 10`22 ] 🥛 — shiba yuzuha

❝at tulala. ang gusto ko lang ay totoo, walang hadlang, ‘di mo kailangan baguhin ang iyong anyo.❞

“I can’t today, Y/n.”

She remembered saying that earlier.

Look where you are now.

Running wild, holding her hand as the two of you laugh your hearts out, stumbling and almost greeting the ground with your face as the yells get even more distant with the farther the two of you get.

The two of you skid to a stop, slipping in a narrow alleyway, trying to hush your giggles but it was starting to look futile especially since you would burst out laughing when you saw each other’s faces.

Yuzuha finally takes initiative and drags you to the darkest corner, a hand on your mouth as she bites on her own lip to stop herself from chuckling. She glances over your shoulder to see the group of men pass by.

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to piss some people off but they had it coming to them when they did things that were laughable.

She waits for a few seconds before pulling away.

You grin at her, hand on hers and she didn’t seem to mind. If anything, she was closer than before, even when she kept you silent.

“I’m glad.”

She looks at you, puzzled.

“You’re smiling again. You feel like the Yuzuha I know again.” You aren’t faking anything.

Her smile drops, brown eyes muddled, as if realizing that she was truly still in the same harsh world and this warmth in her chest was only momentary: was only when she was with you. A temporary happiness.

A glance at her watch and Yuzuha knows that the harsh world is going to get even colder. It’s way past six.

“Yuzu?”

Worried is your gaze and the same happiness also slowly dissipates from your eyes, like a drug losing its effects after a thrilling trip. Yuzuha hates seeing you like this. That sad pleading look you gave her upon realizing that she was leaving again, that she was going to become a different person again.

“I-”

“Do you have to go back to him? To Taiju?”

Yes. Her brother was home. Yuzuha would never leave Hakkai. Never… Not even for you.

“I have to go, Y/n.”

She leaves you there, dazed.

kyusi / quezon city (a city in the philippines) which is also why i filed it under the letter q instead of k.

❝and now dazed. all I want is the truth, no barriers. you don’t need to change who you are.❞

suggested by: katie

sometimes, i can’t believe how i miss gold songs like this because i dwell too much in the past.

[ navi, opm ]

[ coffee: sielouu ]

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers drabble #tokyo revengers yuzuha #yuzuha x reader #yuzuha x y/n #yuzuha x you #shiba yuzuha x reader #shiba yuzuha x y/n #yuzuha shiba #shiba yuzuha #yuzuha #🎥 — [ opm october ]

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❀ pelikula | janine tenoso (ft. arthur nery) [ 21. 10`21 ] 🥛 — kokonoi hajime

❝parang isang pelikula. ilayo man tayo ng tadhana, bumabalik sa bawat eksena. ikaw at ako, wala nang iba.❞

“They look like a movie, don’t they?”

He whistles, settling beside you with his usual sly look. His hands were in his pocket, uncaring of everything as usual but his looks were as sharp as ever.

You only shrug, looking at the couple slow dancing in the middle of the room and catching everyone’s eye. It was supposed to be a school dance but it felt as if everyone here were just extras and those two were the main characters of a cliche story, staring at each other’s eyes as if nothing else mattered. Like some kind of romance movie that everyone digs.

You sat there because you can’t dance for shit and he sat there because he doesn’t give a shit.

“Wanna be in a so-called movie state like them, then?” You tease but Kokonoi only snorts, looking at you.

“The person that I would want to be in a movie with doesn’t know how to dance.”

The lights shine on him so perfectly, hair swept to the side, and you fear that the heat on your face or the way your heart beats is too obvious. He doesn’t look away and you admit defeat by leaning back on your seat, clearing your throat.

“Do you want to be a movie like them as well, then?” He shifts, one of his arms over the back of the chair and his leg over his other. He was completely facing you now, cheek on the hand propped up on the plastic chair.

You hum, not needing to think about your answer. “Nah… The best love stories… aren’t made to be movies. They were between two people who genuinely wanted each other without a care if people were watching the story unfold or not.”

You glance at the couple. They were beautiful but they weren’t perfect. And that was okay. Movies, on the other hand, made things seem easier than it was. Flawless. You didn’t want a movie.

“I don’t need a movie. I want a realistic love story where we don’t have to pretend to be perfect and where we’ll have our ups and downs but still find each other in the end because of the amount of love we continue to have for each other and our refusal to give up on each other.”

Your gaze finds him once more.

Kokonoi had never once looked away from you.

He smiles, a genuine one this time and your heart is ready to give up and burn from the way he makes you feel.

“This is exactly why I fell in love with you.”

pelikula means “film; movie”.

❝it’s just like a movie. even if fate separates us, we keep coming back to each scene. me and you, no one else.❞

[ navi, opm ]

[ coffee: sielouu ]

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers drabble #tokyo revengers koko #kokonoi hajime x reader #kokonoi hajime x y/n #kokonoi hajime x you #hajime kokonoi #kokonoi hajime #kokonoi x reader #kokonoi x you #kokonoi #koko x reader #koko x y/n #koko x you #koko #🎥 — [ opm october ]

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❀ easy ka lang | eraserheads [ 20. 10`21 ] 🥛 — kawata souya

❝kung nais mo’y mabuhay ng tahimik at walang gulo, sundin ang aking payo.❞

“Really, Y/n?”

He raises a brow, looking at you dubiously and yet he tries so hard to hide the growing smile slowly replacing the usual frown as you skip around the kitchen, using a spatula as a microphone. The old radio was playing some songs, plugged in on one of the multiple plugs hidden somewhere in the house.

You wiggle your body, awkwardly but you were sure having fun, as you whip your head side to side with little giggles, now waving the spatula around. ‘C’mon, Souya!”

“The stove is still on!” He tries to warn you but you were already grabbing his arm, light on your feet.

You discard the (weapon) spatula on a nearby plate as you intertwine both of your hands together, swinging it back and forth as he smiles at your grin. His longer hair loosens from the small bun that it was in and the sun is barely up but Souya lets himself get dragged and shimmied around the kitchen.

You were never a morning person but to have you be so excited, cooking him breakfast and even dancing around weightlessly after hearing about his new job… Souya is so thankful to have fallen for you and your little quirks.

“Are the eggs burning?” He pants, stopping and sniffing the air, glancing at the area where the stove was.

You pull away as the song slowly ends. “Yup.”

easy ka lang means “take it easy”.

❝if you want to live a life that is silent and peaceful, follow my advice.❞

we had slow dancing with mitsuya, how about an upbeat early morning jamming with tired souya who still humors you?

[ navi, opm ]

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