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mulletmitsuya · 9 months

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Tokyo Revengers Siblings Groupchat (Sano's & Akashi's)

Warnings: swearing, suggestive, mentions of drugs/rehab, mentions of stalking (it's all satirical, mostly, and i'm probably using this word wrong), angst? (i wouldn't consider it such but you'll get what i mean)

Desc: just a lil dive into two groups of sibling trios :) this is also the final timeline where everything is okay

Akashi's

Senju: she ate that

Sanzu: ?

Sanzu: what did she eat

Senju: she ate

Sanzu: what

Sanzu: what was it that she ate

Sanzu: who are we talking about

Senju: purrrr💅

Sanzu: what

Sanzu: what the fuck are you saying

Sanzu: you're pissing me off

Takeomi: can you guys shut up

Takeomi: isn't this for important things? like emergencies.

Sanzu: you act like you'd be any help if it was an emergency

Senju: i'm talking about me btw

Senju: i'm at 4 million followers 😋

Sanzu: well i'm at 4 and a half so☺

Takeomi: don't you guys run the channel together?

Sanzu: we required our fans to vote who they were mostly watching for and who's funnier

Sanzu: and that's me

Senju: you're not funny, people just love twinks these days🙄

Sanzu: fuck does that mean?🤨

Sanzu: i'm not a twink? i've been going to the gym for the past year

Senju: do you go there to take pictures or what?

Senju: cause ain't no way

Senju: also, homosexuality + skinny = twink

Takeomi: haruchiyo's not gay

Senju: and who told you that?🤨

Sanzu: i've never been attracted to anyone ever so

Senju: you have a USB of just pictures of Mikey, you fucking freak

Senju: am i just suppose to beleive you just look at them for fun

Sanzu: I'M NOT DOING WHAT U THINK I'M DOING

Sanzu: WHERE DID U EVEN FIND THAT OUT FROM

Sanzu: i'm just admiring him

Sanzu: like stop making this weird

Senju: i'm making this weird? YOU'RE A STALKER

Sanzu: IT'S NOT STALKING

Sanzu: i'm just hanging out with him from far away

Senju: with binoculars?😐

Sanzu: you wouldn't get it

Senju: your guys' obsession with the Sano's needs to be studied

Sanzu: i'm not obsessed, i'm normal

Senju: you could be arrested yk?

Senju: you know how many followers we lost the last time you got arrested?

Sanzu: they came back didn't they??? my acting in my apology video was oscar level. did you see that fucking tear? we actually got more followers after that so fuck you

Senju: chill😭

Takeomi: the "going to rehab" stunt was really good. even got people supporting you. keep up the publicity kid 👍

Sanzu: ...

Sanzu: i actually hate you tbh

Sanzu: i get addicted to drugs and the first thing you think is "how can i capitalize off of this"

Takeomi: ...that's what you did tho?

Takeomi: why are you blaming me for your drug addiction🤨

Sanzu: and you praised me for it

Sanzu: the only time you say anything nice about me is when you benefit from it, especially when there's money involved

Sanzu: but whatever

Takeomi: you blame all your problems on me. you're an adult and actions have consequences, haruchiyo. you sniffed coke, not me

Sanzu: ...

Sanzu: maybe you should admit you're a shit brother

Senju:

Senju: please stop fighting ❤

Senju: peace and love only haha

Sanzu: easy for you to say, he actually likes you

Sanzu: idgaf tho like whatever, i'm leaving

Senju: where?? we have a live in a few minutes

Sanzu: do it without me

Senju: please don't go to the Haitani's, those guys suck, they're a terrible influence

Senju: Haru?

Takeomi: he's gone

Takeomi: don't let him get to you Senju, he's just dramatic

Senju: ...right

Sanos

Izana: who the fuck is outside our window

Izana: it's 9pm

Mikey: what??

Mikey: lemme look

Mikey: oh lol that's just Haru, don't worry about it

Emma: again? Mikey...

Mikey: what?

Izana: what the fuck do you mean "don't worry about it" ????

Emma: you're enabling him :(

Emma: Haruchiyo has mental problems, so maybe you should tell him that, idk, stalking isn't normal?

Mikey: we're just hanging out tho?

Mikey: but from far away

Kakucho: does anyone see flashes from outside?

Mikey: Haru's just taking pictures of me

Izana: ???

Izana: what the fuck

Shinichiro: hey guys! can you guys get under your beds and hide? i think we might be getting robbed 😄

Shinichiro: but i'll take care of it🤞

Mikey: LMAO😭😭😭😭

Izana: what are you gonna do Shinichiro? if i may ask

Shinichiro: ...protect you

Shinichiro: i'm willing to resort to violence to save you guys

Izana: you can't fucking fight😐

Mikey: we aren't getting robbed! my good friend just likes to watch me from my window sometimes and that's okay. Haruchiyo has his own way of doing things, let him be.

Shinichiro: oh. ok!

Shinichiro: goodnight then, i suppose 🤞❤

Izana: no?

Izana: how long has he been doing this?

Izana: this is so weird wtf

Mikey: god forbid gay people have hobbies

Izana: ...?

Emma: what does this have to do with him being gay?

Mikey: idk i think he's in love with me or something, and that's pretty gay

Mikey: which i don't mind

Mikey: people just fall into my hands, i'm charming like that fr

Emma: ...sure🙂

Izana: whatever makes you sleep at night

Mikey: i don't sleep at night, the crippling depression keeps me up

Emma: you sleep 12 hours a day 😐

Mikey: that's not a lot tho

Kakucho: it's half the day...

Mikey: so

Kakucho: nothing

Shinichiro: guys don't sleep too late

Shinichiro: it's waaaay past your bedtime

Shinichiro: early bird catches the worm and all that 😄

Mikey: ...i'm 24

Mikey: fym bedtime🤨

Izana: yeah uh we're all way too old for that

Izana: except Emma

Izana: you should he asleep

Emma: nope, me and my husband are about to try for a baby😚

Kakucho: *my husband and i

Emma: he says hi btw

Mikey: DUDE

Mikey: EWWWWWWWW🤢🤮😭

Izana: what are you, 5?

Izana: also we literally didn't need to know that. i'm really grossed out rn

Izana: what made you think that was okay to say

Emma: because you guys are lonely grumpy men and i have a very active and healthy sexual relationship :))

Emma: i'm being maliceful

Emma: *maleficent

Emma: um i forgot the word

Emma: like, purposefully being mean

Emma: AHA

Emma: malicious

Izana: that took you too long

Izana: and what about it? i'm just not ready to be in a relationship rn and that's fine

Emma: you got drunk last night and cried about how lonely you were😐

Izana: lies

Izana: i need to better myself mentally in order to have a healthy relationship

Mikey: lmao is that what your therapist told you?💀

Izana: yes

Mikey: oh

Emma: ok well i'm logging off. bye🤗

Mikey: i'm gonna have to have a conversation with Ken-chin cause he can't be doing this to my little sister

Kakucho: they are married

Mikey: what's your point?

Kakucho: ...nothing

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers manga #tokyo revengers smau #tokyo revengers texts #tokyo revengers groupchat #akashi takeomi #akashi senju #kawaragi senju #akashi haruchiyo #sanzu haruchiyo #sano manjiro/mikey #sano emma #kurokawa izana #hitto kakucho #sano shinichiro #yeah so like i know everything was fixed in the last timeline but probably not every specific little thing #so i like to think that takeomi didn't really change that much #but i really like the concept of haruchiyo and senju being youtubers/influencers #i might just start doing trios or groups of sibling rather than entire groupchats of everyone because they're all very different people #and i end up making them ooc or some just don't show up at all cause idk what they would say i'm certain conversations #also i'm sorry that i'm not doing these as consistently as i used to #i just don't have time to be here ever #also i fully hate everything i write but even if one line can get someone to laugh then that's cool 😙#i also just think haruchiyo and takeomi are very dysfunctional and idk i probably didn't convey it right but yeah #if you see repetition from past gc's please don't mind it like just ignore it and pretend it's funny <33 (i'm running out of ideas)#and if i'm mischaracterizing people uh sorry ig

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loverofhinaandemma · 8 months

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ʰᵉˡˡᵒ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ!

Welcome to my world of love! You may call me Mother, as I have no other name that comes to mind! My siblings all call me mother, as well as my few friends so why not just have it as my second name!

If you are to refer to me using pronouns, please use it/he--or they/them, either is fine!

I am 15-17! Just so you all know :)

(Main Account; @loverofgenya !!)

The characters with more ✧ by them are the ones I prefer to write for! Well, more of an 'I like them more than the other characters' lolz

🅃🄾🄺🅈🄾 🄼🄰🄽🄹🄸 🄶🄰🄽🄶

Takemichi Hanagaki ✧

Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano ✧

Ken 'Draken' Ryuguji ✧✧

Keisuke Baji ✧✧

Chifuyu Matsuno ✧✧✧✧

Takashi Mitsuya ✧✧✧

Hakkai Shiba ✧✧✧

Nahoya 'Smiley' Kawata ✧

Souta 'Angry' Kawata ✧✧

🅅🄰🄻🄷🄰🄻🄻🄰

Kisaki Tetta

Shuji Hanma

Kazutora Hanemiya ✧✧✧

🄱🄻🄰🄲🄺 🄳🅁🄰🄶🄾🄽🅂

Taiju Shiba

Hajime Kokoni

Seishu Inui

🅃🄴🄽🄹🄸🄺🄾

Izana Kurokawa

Kakuchuo ✧✧

Rindo Haitani ✧

Ran Haitani ✧

🄺🄰🄽🅃🄾🅄 🄼🄰🄽🄹🄸 🄶🄰🄽🄶

Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano

Haruchiyo Sanzu

Hajime Kokonoi ✧✧

🄱🅁🄰🄷🄼🄰🄽

Kawaragi Senju ✧✧✧

Akashi Takeomi

Keizo 'Benkei' Arashi

Wakasa 'Waka' Imaushi

🅁🄾🄺🅄🅁🄰🄷🄰 🅃🄰🄽🄳🄰🄸

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Kakuchou ✧✧

Ran Haitani ✧

Rindo Haitani ✧

🄱🄾🄽🅃🄴🄽

Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano ✧✧✧

Haruchiyo Sanzu ✧✧

Kakuchou ✧✧

Ran Haitani ✧✧✧

Rindo Haitani ✧✧✧

Hajime Kokonoi ✧✧

🄾🅃🄷🄴🅁🅂

Hinata Tachibana ✧✧✧✧✧

Naoto Tachibana

Emma Sano ✧✧✧✧✧

Shinichiro Sano ✧✧

Yuzuha Shiba ✧✧✧✧✧

These are some of my rules! Please make sure you read them before requesting and follow them!

No MinorxAdult, No Nsfw for Naoto (The characters are iffy, but if nsfw is requested for the characters (NOT NAOTO!!) then they will be aged up!), No sexualizing Naoto and the younger characters (characters that arent aged up!) No noncon, nothing thats not consensual

I will do Platonic stuff, Romantic stuff, child reader, male reader, female reader, gn reader, demon reader, immortal reader, heartless reader, character-based reader etc. I love myself a villainous, no mercy or morals reader, as said before I will do Nsfw, but the characters are aged up (Nsfw is a iffy subject for this fandom for me!! However I will do it, just dont expect a lot of serious/detailed shit!), I will do gore, self h/rm, talks of r/pe but not doing it of course, suic/de, major character death, angst, fluff, etc.

When requesting certain cahracters (Ex. Mikey) please state wich 'au'/'ark'/'timeline' theyre from! You can request aus (Ex. flower shop, modern, highschool, office/buisness, etc.)

I will do Poly !(NO FAMILY CHARACTERS X READER THO! (ex. izana x mikey x reader, ran x rin x reader etc.) I just cant bring myself to do it sorry :/) Especially with the females cause yes 🥰 (Especially!! Emma x Hina x Reader <3)

I might add a few ocs here and there, so if you'd like to know about them just ask!

There's a lot I will do but if youre not sure then just ask!

Thats about it, I will add more if something comes up!

Enjoy my Lovelies <3

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haitaniapologist · 2 years

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KEEPING UP WITH THE AKASHIS — episode one: the meeting.

pairings — akashi takeomi x fem!reader

word count — 2.8k

warnings — haru and senju being a bit mean, d*d jokes, mentions of a wedding, a bit of angst but overall fluff.

notes — it's finally here!!! i hope you guys will enjoy it. i'm still accepting ideas for episodes, so just send me an ask if there's a situation you want to see the akashis siblings in!!

taglist form ! • next episode !

you thought you were good with kids, you really thought that — until you met your boyfriend's siblings.

it was a day you had anticipated since he told you he was the older brother of a little boy and a little girl, and you couldn't help but coo over him when he told you that, pampering his handsome face with kisses. the thought of him having to take care of kids was too adorable to your poor heart.

you met akashi takeomi through sano shinichiro, your boss. you worked as the receptionist of s•s motors, a job given to you through your grandmother — who was friends with shinichiro's grandfather (you never knew exactly how they met, but you knew it was in the bank) and heard him complaining about how his grandson's new business was in need of a female presence and influence.

you happened to be that female — a college student that needed to earn some money to stop depending on her parents to do whatever she wanted.

at first, you were quite skeptical about that guy. how could you not? every high schooler heard, at least once, the name of sano shinichiro — the president of black dragons who couldn't punch someone's face even if he needed that to survive. you never saw him, though. some of your friends had crushes on a friend of his — imaushi wakasa — and that was it. sano shinichiro was a complete mystery to you.

and when you walked inside s•s motors for the first time and saw him, you almost laughed. he looked nothing like you thought him to be — and when you explained that to him, shin only laughed alongside you.

it was the start of a friendship that would change your life.

you met takeomi on a rainy day.

shinichiro even joked, saying that you should've listened to his advice — since his friend was the “rain bringer” and he was going to visit, he would surely bring water droplets with him. and he did, and you wanted nothing more than just curse this takeomi guy until the next generation.

but all curses died when your eyes landed on him, a blush creeping up your cheeks. he was handsome — probably the most handsome guy you ever saw in your life. tall, broad shoulders, black hair, green eyes and a scar that gave him a dangerous aura. it wasn't fair, was it? that you met such a hot man while being drenched in water and with a scowl adorning your features.

takeomi, however, stopped in his tracks as soon as he heard you complaining about the rain. he knew shinichiro had a receptionist, but when you turned to look at him, it seemed as if he started to see the colors for the first time — everything seemed brighter, and even though your clothes were sticking to your body and your wet hair made you look a like that had just taken a bath, you were the most beautiful woman he ever saw.

he promptly offered you his leather jacket, without even properly introducing himself to you first, cheeks red seeing you nuzzle on it — you were cold, and the jacket was so warm.

shinichiro chuckled in his place watching you two interact. he knew that would happen.

he asked for you to light his cigarette — because you were with his favorite lighter after all, placed inside his jackets' pocket — after a while of talking with shinichiro, and you did. face red and unsteady breathing from the proximity, but you did, watching as how easily he smoked.

it was almost hypnotizing, and your face became even redder when takeomi winked at you.

you needed to lie to your parents when you arrived home with an unfamiliar jacket and smelling like tobacco, but after a few dates, they understood what happened that day.

what led to meeting his siblings. you felt as if takeomi was more nervous than you, but you two were already dating for two months, and he knew your whole family, while you just wanted to meet the little ones — he explained his family situation and you understood him. because if you ever met his father, you knew you wouldn't be able to control yourself and not say some truths to his face.

takeomi said to you that they were good kids. haruchiyo was the middle child, a bit more shy and introverted than senju, the youngest akashi. you thought things would be fine, and even baked a cake to bring to your boyfriend's apartment, as a way to bond with his siblings, but, apparently, you were totally and utterly wrong.

senju and haruchiyo hated you, and you didn't know what you did.

you didn't expect them to warm up to you so quickly, but they didn't even acknowledge your presence in the room. and if they did, their green eyes — the same shade from their older brother — would be squinted as if they were judging you from a crime you didn't commit. even takeomi noticed something was off, and even the hand he had around your shoulder while he tried to initiate a chat between you four couldn't bring comfort to you. did you do something wrong to upset them? was it your clothes? or your hair?

“take-nii.” senju's voice took you from your thoughts, and your heart melted seeing how cute she was. you tried to smile at her, but she coldly ignored you — and you felt your heart breaking a bit. “i am hungry.”

you knew what was coming, now used to your boyfriend’s antics. “hi hungry, i am takeomi.” the giggles that left her mouth were too adorable, but as soon as one left yours, your eyes met haruchiyo's and your laugh died, leaving only senju's giggles to fill the room.

why were you feeling so threatened by kids?

takeomi extended his hand towards you, and you interlaced your fingers with his, the familiar warmth bringing a bit of comfort for you. he smiled, and you tried to reciprocate it with the same enthusiasm — but you knew he would tell it wasn't a spontaneous smile, but a forced one. you followed him to the kitchen, your heart falling to your stomach, hearing the siblings talk behind you.

“she's the ugliest girl take-nii ever brought for us to meet.” haruchiyo whispered to his sister, almost as if he knew you were listening. you didn't know if takeomi had any girlfriends before you, but that made you feel a bit self-conscious about yourself. you would never doubt the feelings he had for you, but what if you weren’t the best partner for him?

“and the most boring one too.” senju added, and the two started to giggle. “his ex was more fun to be around.”

you took a deep breath. they were just kids, after all. they probably liked takeomi's ex-girlfriend more, and it would take a while for them to warm up to you.

arriving in the kitchen, takeomi made sure you were comfortably sitting before putting the plates on the table. you didn't dare to utter a word — you knew any conversation you would try to start would be met with cold gazes and petty answers, and you let your boyfriend do the talk, only nodding and humming when he said your name.

you noticed he was getting a bit nervous because of your lack of enthusiasm, and you couldn't blame him. but you would never do anything to make his little siblings uncomfortable and, if they didn't enjoy your company as you thought they would — at least a little — you would stay mute as a plant.

“y/n made a cake for you two.” he announced proudly, after you four had eaten lunch, and your heart made a flip — you were so in love with him, it made you want to carve your chest open and give him your heart, because it would beat only for him. he smiled down at you, hand squeezing your shoulder, before you got up to bring the cake to the table.

you nodded. “i hope you two will like it. it's strawberry.” takeomi told you it was their favorite cake flavour, and, while you took it from the fridge, you prayed that they would like it — your grandma always said that to win someone's heart, food was always the way.

but seeing their faces when they took the first bite, you knew that her words didn't apply to the youngest akashis.

“she calls it a cake?” haruchiyo asked his brother, spitting on his plate a piece he had on his mouth. “it's the worst strawberry cake i've ever eaten.” oh.

“this tastes like eggs.” senju said after her brother, not giving you time to mend your broken heart after her brother's reaction to your attempt to do a cake. you couldn’t believe it was so bad — you always did cakes to takeomi to eat when he was in your home, and he always said they were amazing. was he lying to you? did he even like them? “do you want to poison us, y/n?”

“hey, what is this about?” takeomi tried to intervene, his hand gripping yours, hoping his warmth could give you a bit of comfort. he didn't understand why their siblings were acting like that — just a few days ago they were excited to meet you, making you handmade gifts and all. they went from water to wine, and he couldn’t understand why. takeomi was sure they would love you.

you just looked at them, eyes burning with tears, not noticing how they fist bumped each other from under the table. you always knew children could be mean, but you never thought they would be mean to you — and, especially, not your first boyfriend's siblings. if his little siblings didn't like you, what future could you have with him? maybe he would be better with his ex.

such thoughts made you abruptly stand up, walking towards takeomi's room, hand on your mouth to muffle your whimpers.

before he left to follow you, takeomi eyed his siblings. “i do really hope you two have a good explanation for all of it this.”

—

it was the first time he saw you crying, and takeomi promised himself he would do anything to prevent such a thing from happening again.

he found you curled on his bed, body shaking and trembling from loud sobs. he brought you to rest on his lap, hands holding you safely against his chest. you cried and cried there, enjoying his warmth — it would probably be the last time. takeomi would see how his ex was a better fit for him and for his family. as soon as you felt ready to face him, you got up from his lap, not missing the way pain flashed in his green eyes from your actions.

“we should b-break up.” you announced, voice quiet but firm. you would never make him choose between you or his siblings, so ending this before more suffering could happen was the best decision — even if your heart ached just from the thought.

“what… why?"”the pain in his voice made fresh tears return to your eyes, and you couldn't dare to look at him.

“i love you, takeomi, but…” you sighed, trying not to sob when he hugged you, bringing your face to rest on his chest. “your siblings clearly don't like m-me and…” you took a deep breath while he stroked your hair, giving you time to put your thoughts into words. “s-someday you'll see i'm not the r-right girl for you and return to your e-ex.” your voice faltered at the mention of such a girl, and he hugged you tighter, while you gripped his cotton shirt between your fingers.

“y/n, pretty girl…” takeomi started, holding your crying face between his hands. “what ex are you talking about? you're the first and only girl i ever brought for my siblings to meet, because i love you. so much, believe me.” he whispered against your lips, and you blinked slowly, cheeks red from the feeling his eyes were reflecting — maybe it was just reflecting your love for him, like yours were reflecting his. “don't break up with me. we will work this out, okay? but don't leave me. i don't know what i would do if i don't have you in my life.”

you nodded, only nuzzling your face on his chest.

—

unbeknown to both of you, haruchiyo and senju were watching the whole scene with heavy hearts. they didn't like to see their older brother suffer, but you were going to steal him from them, right? that was what a friend of senju told her, when she told who excited she was to meet her brother's girlfriend — she would finally have a sister to play with! but her friend said how mean girlfriends are. how badly her daddy's girlfriend treated her, hogging all her daddy's attention.

she didn't want anyone hogging takeomi's attention.

senju told haruchiyo, and they thought what to do to draw you away from their family. they didn't need you, right? they were fine with just takeomi taking care of them, and they were afraid of having someone new in their lives.

but your smile was too warm, too welcoming. they couldn't bear to be attached to you, not knowing if you and their brother would last. it would break their little hearts to love you and see you as the older sister they never had, only for you and takeomi to break up and you never see them again.

so they did what they thought was the best.

but your tears and takeomi's tears were too much for them — they were just kids, kids who only had their brother to show them what love was. and he loved you. takeomi never cried in front of someone if he didn't love them.

that prompted senju to burst through the door, her own eyes glistening with tears, and attaching her small body to your hip, squeezing it tightly. haruchiyo came behind her, a bit more hesitant — why would you forgive them? but as soon as you extended your arm towards him, he was a goner.

your hug was the warmest they ever received.

takeomi soon joined the tangled limbs, a small smile on his face. he never felt his heart so full before, so completed — you only came to make his life better, to add to it, and he couldn't be more grateful. but as soon as everyone's sobs became whimpers, he spoke, firmly. “what was that about, you two? y/n almost broke up with me.” he didn't want to put any blame on his siblings, but he also couldn't let them think their actions were acceptable.

you tried to have him a look as if to say that he should let it go, that his siblings were suffering from what they did already, but takeomi wouldn't let that pass. after a few minutes of silence, he pressed it again. “so?”

senju was the first one to speak. “aiko s-said that her d-dad's girlfriend was mean to h-her.” the little girl said between whimpers, and your hold on her tightened. you understood what she was feeling — and it was natural. you were a stranger, after all, and she didn’t know what you wanted with her brother. “and she said for m-me to not l-let y/n-nee k-keep you only to herself.” senju continued, her eyes not meeting yours or takeomi's. “and m-me and haru-nii did what we thought would keep y-y/n-nee from s-stealing you from u-us.” she finished with a sniff and snuggled her head on your belly.

you were a bit speechless. not because of her reasons, but because senju called you y/n-nee.

takeomi seemed speechless, too.

“i'm sorry, y/n-nee.” haruchiyo spoke, his eyes shining with tears too. “your cake is one of the best i ever ate and y-you're very b-beautiful.” you almost giggled at his pink cheeks, finding it adorable how he reached for his brother's body to hide his embarrassment.

“i'm sorry too, y/n-nee!” senju exclaimed, her little arms tightening their hold on your waist.

you smiled at them. “it's okay. i'm glad you two were brave enough to express what you were feeling to me.” you admitted, patting senju's head. “i'll never steal takeomi from you, alright? i'm here to be part of your family, not to divide it.” they nodded, and you turned to look at your boyfriend — who was quiet the whole time.

the look he was giving you made your cheeks heat up.

“so, is y/n approved?” he asked his little siblings, smiling when they both nodded, cheeks a bit red from crying and shyness. “good, because i plan on marrying her one day.”

silence. your heart was beating fast inside your chest, and you couldn't look at him in the eye — focused on snuggling senju to avoid his gaze. you wouldn’t lie and say you never thought about your wedding day with him, but hearing him saying that was a bit too much for you.

“me and haru-nii will be the flower girls?” senju asked innocently, her eyes big and dreamy, thinking about you and her in a beautiful dress, stading side by side — but haruchiyo wasn't happy with her idea.

“i'm not going to wear a dress, senju!”

you and takeomi laughed, seeing the kids bickering. despite the rough start, everything would be fine.

#akashi takeomi x reader #akashi takeomi #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #akashi takeomi fluff #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi haruchiyo #akashi senju #kawaragi senju

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eunoiaaaivy · 1 year

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ღ....lifeline?

-cw: angst, character death, blood, unknown illness, unrequited love, short like me, mention of nightmares and crying, hyperventilating.

a/n: probs don't know abt this one. it's not really angsty.

he misses you. he misses your smiles, your laugh, the way your face would crinkle when you're happy. he just misses everything about you. he misses the way you would start a small banter with him, huffing when he calls you short. he misses ice cream on sundays with you. he misses everything related to you.

as he stares in the dark, the ceiling is what he is met with, mocking him with memories he's chasing. he could hear your laugh, despite the tick of the clock being loud. he could feel your presence hugging him from behind, even in the cold air of nothing. he could feel you. another sleepless night without you.

wasn't he stupid? why did he do that to you? why did he do that? just why? with the chasing of memories, he encounters what's there to be encountered. memories of flashing lights, the loud bustling crowd and the touching of skins, the memory of you in a cute dress, a confession remained in the air as he didn't say anything. and right then and there, the night he hates the most. because it was the last time you ever talked to each other. you lost contact, sweet moments and memories yet to be made.

it was only until he saw you at the vending machine, a shocked look on your face as you saw him. he recalls, the look he gave you was nothing of an accepted confession. it was a foreign, blank look as he no longer held warmth for you. as you reached out for him, he was met with the walls and ceilings of his bedroom as he realized it was a dream. his rushed breathing and ragged breath could be heard in the air as he tries to stabilize himself. the memory of you reaching out breaking into a thousand shards of glass as the realization eats him alive. before waking up, a flash was scene, there in all your glory, blood dripping from your nose as only a few seconds later you were met with the sound of gurgling blood out of your mouth, and as you looked at his eyes one last time, you collapsed on the floor.

and as he regains his breathing, he cries. he cries at the realization that you confessed knowing that your lifeline was going to end soon. he cries as he realized those memories eat him at night, taunting him for the things he's done to you. for treating you as such. for the lifeline that was taken away from you as he realizes that he loves you. he could remember faintly of the scene, ambulance blaring and teachers panicking, he stood there clueless. until your brother came and grabbed his collar, declaring the love you had for him was pure and unjudged, that your intentions were clear as daylight and your bright lovely heart has now dimmed like the moon on a long night.

he cries in anguish as you no longer breath. out of every day that he could've met you properly, why should've it been in your funeral, as he gazes through the area, the sobbing of your mother can be heard and the woes of your father loud and clear. the dullness of your siblings can be seen and the bright smile of yours in a picture frame in the middle of the center.

he realized, then and there that you died feeling alone. despite the friends and family, he knew you felt alone. as clear as the day and as dark as the night, you were no longer here. a brazen fool is what he calls himself as the pictures of you and him no longer feel special. and as the memories come flooding in once again on a peaceful night, he lets himself drown in them. he drowns his woes and sorrows in them as he is no longer met with a beating heartbeat. your lifeline has ended.

CLAUDE (WMMAP), AOMINE, SASUKE, ITACHI, KAKASHI, obito, dion, DILUC, kaeya, jean, eren, MIKEY, HANMA, ran, rindou, KAGEYAMA, TSUKISHIMA, kuroo, connie, hyuga junpei, NEJI, SEIJURO AKASHI, akashi keiji (?), IZEK, ERGI, sanemi, tengen, BAKUGOU, shinsou, aizawa, MEGUMI, TBH JUST ANYONE LOL I WANTED TO BE DRAMATIC. :DDDDD

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mochiswifey · 2 years

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BROTHER

Shion Madarame X Reader

^Platonic^

CW: Death^Fluff^Angst

Finding a brother figure in a criminal.

You’ve always been alone. You never had a family and never knew what care was. You fought your way into the dangerous crime world, living by the words of kill or be killed.

You rising to the top and eventually becoming the right hand of the man who defeated the invisible Sano Manjirou, you had to deal with the bonten members under your wing.

None of them were ever humane to you. And considering you’re their superior they were even more difficult with you.

“Ugly bitch” The mad dog will whisper while the gorgeous siblings laugh.

Kokonoi Hajime thought you were a maid so did Takeomi Akashi. Kakuchou and Kanji never spoke to you for a simple reason and the most respectable one. They don’t care about you.

You rarely spoke but you were deadly. Deadly and dead to be exact. You were in pain but you always masked it with a facade.

You thought you’re going to be like that until a dumb looking man who’s obviously uneducated entered the meeting room.

“Behold to the great leader of the-“

“Shut the fuck up.” Kanji spat out. The man with a tattoo on the side of his skull rolled his eyes and walked towards Mikey handing him bloody files.

You were intrigued by him. You’ve never seen such a man in the crime world. He looks so full of life and so….

You didn’t think this through. He noticed your eyes and he noticed how you were intrigued by every move and stupid thing he spat out. It’s rare to see someone be interested in him. No one really liked him. His friends did. But as they become more involved to the crime world everything changed.

Shion Madarame wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. That’s why he never became an executive and continued on being a low ranking thug. But thanks to that he still had a beating heart.

After a meeting your curiosity won you over time and you decide to follow him and see what he does.

“Are you really the right hand man of the man who took down Mikey-kun? You’re really not that slick.” He startled you. Your eyes widen and you nervously laugh.

It was the start of a friendship that turned into an unbreakable bond.

Shion…. He’s spontaneous. Dumb. Super dumb. He do things you never thought anyone would do. Hell! He do things not even crazy people do.

He took you out to a zoo in the middle of the night and he tried to wrestle a crocodile.

Spoiler alert. He ran away after the crocodile started moving towards him. You two were chased by the guards not even 7 minutes after you two entered.

“You’re so fucking dumb! Why would you do that?!” You yelled at him as you try to catch your breath. Shion just laughed with his hand on his stomach.

“Because it’s funny. And you’re fucking dumb for coming with me here.”

“I- well- you’re fucking right.” You agreed with him and a long pause came after that.

You look at Shion and he smiled before letting out a fart making the two of you laugh.

It was outrageous but in that hides a joyous memory.

After the ordeal the two of you then decide to buy food at the convenient store and eat under the Kanagawa bridge.

“How’d you end up in this kind of life?” You asked as you took a bite of your Onigiri.

“I’m a fucking nutshell. I enjoy this life. I love living this kind of life.”

“You’re not good at your job. I heard you’ve been with them for 10 years but-“

“What are you talking about I’m great at my job!” He playfully defends himself not wanting to admit that he botched dozens of jobs.

“Whatever.”

“You? You don’t seem like a nutshell like me.”

“I’m here because violence was the only thing that protected me. You love this life? Well, me? Fuck. This is the only life I’ve ever known and it scares me to think that I’ll be out of this life.” Shion went quiet. You sighed and cursed yourself for over sharing but then he let out a snort.

“You know. You’re the only one who laughs at my joke and my antics.”

“I have a very low standard for laughter.”

“Shut up.” He rolls his eyes before finishing his onigiri. He then took his dessert out of the plastic bag between the two of you before continuing.

“I’ll be your brother and you’ll be my sister. Let’s protect each other from now on.”

You look at him in disbelief. All your life. No one has spoken to you like that. From the information you’ve gathered? Shion Madarame isn’t like the person sitting next to you. He’s more….

It doesn’t matter. Him being your brother is the closest thing you’ll ever have to a family.

With a soft smile he shared his pocky with you and the two of you held it against each other making a cross.

“Even after death?”

“Even after death.”

Days with him were bliss. You found a brother in a horrendous world. You found a family in a deranged man.

But the world is just cruel and it doesn’t care what you feel.

Entering the torture room your mouth fell to the floor as your eyes landed on your brother.

Kneeling on the floor his face was badly bitten and the man you swore to give your life away was holding a gun to his head.

“What are you doing?!” You never questioned your master. Not once.

The man who defeated Mikey raised his eyebrow at you surprised at your reaction.

“He botched too many jobs. We don’t need him-“

“Shion. Stand up.”

“N-no. Go away.”

You tried to pull him up but he refuses not wanting to drag you along with him.

He knew that you love him. Because he loves you too. His past was a blur and full of crime. But for the first time in his life he found someone who made him happy.

Happiness….

It was something he never felt before. He wasn’t sure what it felt like until his whole world lit when he saw your bright smile.

Now with your eyes filled with tears he couldn’t help but to blame his stupidity. One final job and you were supposed to be set free. But still he couldn’t do it right.

“You’re siding with him?!” Your master’s voice echoed making your eyes flinched. Shion wanted to protect you so bad but he knew he couldn’t so all he did was to push you away. It was the only thing he could think of to try and save you from any pain.

“G-go AWAY! Y-you’re not YOU ARE NOT GETTING INVOLVED!” He yelled as he stood up. His body was bloody and his legs were wobbly but he tried. He tried to warn you with his eyes.

He accepted his fate but what he couldn’t accept is that you may be having the same fate as what he had been assigned.

“S-stop this. I’ll die alone.”

“If you die. I die.”

You stood in front of him and your master placed the gun on your forehead.

“You are picking this mutt over me? Your master?”

“What are you doing leave!” He shook your body soaking it with his blood but you didn’t budge. You stood in front of him and shielded him.

“He’s the only one I have.”

You closed your eyes accepting your fate. Days with him flashed through your mind. It was blissful.

Getting chased by police for entering a cleaning shop and dry cleaning Shion’s clothes with him still being in it.

Drugging pimps and taking stupid pictures with them.

Him making you a birthday cake which tasted good despite of it’s landslide appearance.

Him holding you inside his arms after having a nightmare.

“It’s okay princess. I’m here. Your brother’s here. I’ll never leave you. It’s only the two of us in this world.”

“P-please f-for for the love of god! Leave this room-“ You turned your head to your side showing your tears filled eye to him. A lump on his throat forms and he vowed to protect you in the next life if he was ever given one.

“I rather be dead with you than be alone in this world.”

He smiled softly and held your hand. The two of you knew what would happen next and you two didn’t care.

You have him and he has you.

There’s nothing more the two of you need.

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appreciatingtokrev · 1 year

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i’ll take my heart clean apart (if it helps yours beat)

link to ao3

rating: t

archive warnings: none

relationships: takeomi akashi & haruchiyo sanzu

characters: takeomi akashi, haruchiyo sanzu

additional tags: hurt/slight comfort, angst, angst with a hopeful ending, angst with a happy ending, character study, relationship study, reconciliation, future timeline: bonten, dead kawaragi senju, crying, implied/referenced alcohol abuse/alcohlism, substance abuse, some mentions of sexual stuff but nothing explicit and nothing between siblings or anything, minor original character(s), gun violence, implied/referenced suicide, hallucinations

wordcount: ~4.7k

notes: title from two by sleeping at last!! also i've tagged this hurt/slight comfort but i wanna put emphasis on it again. the comfort does not make up for the hurt!! this is mostly sad with some hope okay

Senju is dead, Sanzu is falling apart in his drug addiction, and Takeomi... Takeomi feels so responsible and guilty for everything that’s happened in either of their lives. He tries to fix it, somehow.

Takeomi notices that the door to his room opens because of the quiet creak sound it makes. He turns his head, looks over—whoever he might’ve expected (probably Kokonoi, coming in to give him the monthly report on the finances, or Kakucho, urging him to stop working and to take a break for once), it certainly wasn’t his brother. Sanzu. His pink hair covers half of his eyes, wet with too much water to style. He must’ve showered recently because his suit is dry.

,,Why do you keep buying things I like and leave them in my room to find for me?’’, he asks, sharp gaze on his brother. His eyes look oddly dull.

Takeomi’s thoughts immediately race to Senju. To their sister. Their dead sister. She’d been shot, multiple times, and they’d both been there to watch it happen, too far away to help. He still blames himself. For not being faster. For not killing her murderers afterwards. For leaving her to die while he stared and stared and stared, unable to move. Losing his sister was the hardest thing Takeomi’s ever went through in his whole thirty-eight years of life. And he knows that he can’t bear losing his brother too. Even if Sanzu hates him, as long as he’s alive, somewhat stable; that’s all he needs. To know that he’s okay. But even that feels like too much sometimes.

Because I want to see you happy. Because I want to see you getting better. Because I want you to see how sorry I am, he thinks. But he’s not quite bold enough to say it yet, so he just shrugs and purses his lips.

,,How did you know that I’m the one doing it?’’, Takeomi asks. He looks at his brother, trying to figure out what’s going through his head. But his expression is blank, and his eyes restlessly wander through the room.

,,Who else should it be?’’, is all he answers. ,,And now tell me why.’’

Again, Takeomi’s thoughts go back to Senju. He hadn’t gotten any sleep the nights after her death, overly tired and starting to hallucinate from the lack of sleep. He’d seen her, glint of hate in her eyes, all the gunshot wounds bleeding, oozing red liquid that had stained the floor and had left behind a trail when he’d tried to walk away from her. She’d had a gun in her hands, had been pointing it at him. She’d never pulled the trigger though, not until he’d yelled at Sanzu for disturbing him when he’d finally been able to relax enough he’d felt like he could fall asleep. That was the moment she’d turned the gun to herself, and had pulled the trigger, and he had screamed, had shouted for help, had cried for Sanzu to help him because she’d shot herself dead. But Sanzu’d just left, and he hadn’t been able to stop screaming until his throat had been hoarse, dry, and he’d passed out squirming on the floor in agony.

,,I hate you, Akashi. I don’t want to be reminded of you anymore!’’, Sanzu says, voice getting louder with every word until he’s fully yelling, ,,I fucking hate you! Leave me alone. That’s the only thing you can do to help now, but you manage to fuck even that up.’’

With those words, Sanzu skips over the room with a glint of hate in his eyes one last time before he turns around, walks outside, and slams the door shut behind him. Only Takeomi remains.

He can’t help but let his head fall down, resting his forehead on his wooden table. The impact hurts, and he tells himself that it’s because of the physical pain when his eyes overflow with tears. He tells himself that it’s because of the back pain from excessive desk work. That it’s because of his chronic joint pain. He can’t decide on an excuse, and he angrily slams his fist down beside him because he doesn’t want to be so upset about Sanzu hating him, especially because he has every right to do so. But, in the end, he will always love his little brother, and seek for similar feelings in him. Because he can’t let go of the past. And he can’t let go of the only person he has left, even if they hate him more than anyone else, and will likely never want to have to do anything with him. He swears to himself to try again. Again and again, to try more, to try harder. Until he’s dead.

Takeomi turns his head, looks at his hand with blurry sight. There’s red. Blood. He forgot that he’d held a glass of water when he slammed his fist down on the table. There’s splinters everywhere in his flesh, and the liquid is dripping off the edge, slowly pooling on the floor. He hisses when he lifts his hand, takes a closer look at all of the blood. It’s going to be a pain in the ass to clean out his wounds. He sighs in resignation, and turns his head back towards the tabletop, letting his hand hang down beside his body. He’ll clean it sometime later. Or maybe Kakucho will.

Kokonoi ends up removing all of the glass splinters from Takeomi’s hand, and then wraps a bandage around it after gently applying some ointment. Turns out he’s quite used to patching up Inupi—even if Inupi’d always insisted that he doesn’t need any help. Takeomi, on the other hand, had simply turned his head towards the door when he’d heard it open, and had raised his hand when he’d seen that it was Kokonoi standing there. In all honesty, he’s glad that Kokonoi was the one to find him. Anyone else would’ve either ridiculed him or would’ve made a fuss. Even if he’s still more inclined to let Kakucho handle his injuries, he adds Kokonoi to the list of people he trusts with his wounds. Especially the fatal ones, that is. In the worst case scenario, he’d be able to trust pretty much anyone with minor injuries, though certainly not the ones that are required to have good care to heal nicely. Sanzu isn’t on the trusted list.

Takeomi’s enjoying (or, rather, trying to enjoy with his dominant hand being practically useless, and eating spaghetti turning out to be a lot more difficult than anticipated like this) dinner when his phone rings. He sighs, assuming it’s yet another late call from Manjiro, and takes a few seconds to calm himself before he accepts the call. But the voice he hears very much isn’t his boss’s.

,,God, took ’m long enough to pick up!’’, some girl says, apparently to someone on her side of the phone, followed by, ,,Hey, idiot. Ya gotta get your lil bro. ’S lying in a club’s bathroom, drunk off his ass, the dipshit. In the women’s bathroom.’’ There’s giggling in the background, and he can also make out some groaning before he hears someone puke and someone else yell in disgust. Takeomi would rather have to go on another stupid late night mission, that’s for sure.

,,Yeah, yeah, I’ll come get him. You got an address? Get him outside the building, if possible, but don’t leave him alone.’’ After a second, he adds, ,,Please’’, just to be sure the woman won’t do anything stupid. Because, after all, he couldn’t live with himself if anything bad would happen to Sanzu.

The woman laughs some more, gives him the address and agrees to keep watch over Sanzu. ,,Thank you’’, Takeomi says, ,,Thank you. I’m on my way.’’

He arrives twenty minutes later, driving through Tokyo’s streets at twice the speed limit. It doesn’t matter to him, though, he’s confident enough in his abilities. And, a quiet voice in the back of his mind adds, he’s worried for Sanzu. He is, yes. It’s pretty easy to admit that to himself now, as long as he doesn’t have to tell anyone else.

The woman he assumes he’s talked to on the phone is sitting outside the club, leaning against the wall with her knees held close to her chest. She isn’t dressed for the cold of the nightly breeze there is in that time of the year, so Takeomi takes off his jacket and holds it out to her. ,,Here. You’re freezing, and I want to repay you for looking after him somehow.’’

She nods, thankfully accepting the piece of cloth and covering her bright red mini dress with the black material. ,,You’re welcome. ’S a fun guy, y’know, your lil bro. Let me snort a line on his tits.’’

During that moment, Takeomi’s just glad it wasn’t Sanzu’s dick because knowing him the sentence led up to exactly that premise. He asks the woman for her name. ,,Natsu’’, she replies, ,,No need for last names. Hope to see ’m ’gain soon.’’

Natsu stands up, winking at Takeomi before she says, ,,Or ya. You’re just as handsome as he’s cute’’, and turns around to enter the club once more, his dark coat leaving with her.

Takeomi shakes his head, and finally looks at his brother. He’s half lying on his back, half leaned against the wall. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his eyebrows are lowered as if he was angry or very concentrated. Occasionally, his body twitches.

,,Come on, Haruchiyo’’, Takeomi mutters while carefully pushing an arm under Sanzu’s legs, and another under his neck to support him. With ease, he lifts him off the ground, his limbs loosely hanging in the air. Sanzu stirs and groans, then coughs a few times, and spits onto the floor. He reeks of alcohol and puke, and while Takeomi isn’t bothered by the smell of it, the fact that he stinks of those things, like every other night, upsets him. Sanzu should find better coping mechanisms than drowning his struggles in drugs all day. He himself isn’t totally clean either, no; but he makes sure to savour it in measured amounts. And while in a safer environment.

,,Let’s get you home’’, Takeomi explains more than commands, and hisses when Sanzu shakes his head in his drunken state, causing unnecessary movement for his injured hand.

,,Stop moving.’’

Sanzu opens his eyes, moves them so they’re resting on Takeomi’s face, but his wide blown pupils stare right through his head and into the distance. Takeomi sighs and walks over to his car, placing him on the passenger seat, and securing his seat belt after lowering the back rest a little. He shuts and locks the car door, just to be sure.

When he’s finally sitting on the driver’s seat himself, he looks over at Sanzu. He’s mindlessly staring into space, drunken grin on his face. Takeomi sighs once more and rests his forehead on the steering wheel for a minute before starting the engine, and driving them both back to the headquarters. He’d drive them home, but there hasn’t been such a place to him in years.

Takeomi takes his time driving back, even turning up the radio and quietly humming along with the songs. Every other minute, he looks over at Sanzu, makes sure he’s okay. He is, and he somehow manages to stay conscious throughout the whole ride.

After they arrive, Takeomi stays seated in his car for a while, trying to relax. ,,Please call me yourself next time. Before some random stranger needs to call your emergency contact to get you home’’, he quietly says. Sanzu’s still staring into the distance, odd smile decorating his lips.

,,Haru?’’, Takeomi calls.

Sanzu turns his head towards him. His eyes are still unfocused, but he manages to get a word out. ,,Senju?’’

,,No’’, Takeomi sighs, voice laced with grief. ,,It’s me, Takeomi, not her. I just... wanted to ask you to call me before you’re too drunk to walk next time, please.’’

Sanzu peeks at Takeomi with half-lidded eyes, trying to focus on him. He doesn’t seem to come to a conclusion. ,,Will... will she- Will she be happy if-- if I call you? Senju?’’, he babbles, words hard to understand in his intoxicated state. But Takeomi gets what he wants to say.

,,Yes’’, he whispers, nods. Sanzu grins at him, even if his gaze goes right through him. Takeomi’s happy enough that he might be more inclined to call him earlier now. Sometimes, he’s found, drunk Sanzu with nothing but Senju on his mind truly is an advantage. And sometimes it’s more of a curse than anything else. Today it’s both.

Takeomi leaves the car, and opens the door next to Sanzu, gently lifting the smiling man up the same way he did earlier. He pretends that he’s the cause of his brother’s happiness while he carries him upstairs, safely bringing him to his room, and lays him down on the bed before he leaves him alone with a glass of cold water and an extra blanket.

Back in his own room, Takeomi looks at his bandaged hand. Shit. There’s blood. Recklessly driving a car, and carrying a fidgeting person didn’t do his injuries any good.

He decides to unwrap the bandages in the shower, with warm water running, so the dried blood doesn’t stick. Watching the open wounds bleed and the red liquid mix with the water on the white floor reminds him of Senju again. How she’d been standing there, dirtying every room he’d entered while trying to escape his hallucinations. But it also reminds him of the day Sanzu got his diamond shaped scars. How the blood had oozed out of the corners of his mouth whenever he’d had to change the bandaids on them. How Sanzu’d always done his best not to cry because of the pain, but how Takeomi’d still been able to see the unshed tears in his eyes. How he hadn’t been able to soothe him in the first few nights, neither of them ending up with any sleep—one because of the pain, the other because of the guilt. He knows that he technically isn’t at fault for those scars, they’re one of the few things about Sanzu that he isn’t responsible for, but he still feels so guilty. For having left Sanzu with Mikey so often. For not having been there for him. For having treated him so wrongly. He knows he can never make up for anything he’s ever done to him, and that’s arguably the worst part of his life. That he seeks so desperately for forgiveness he knows he doesn’t deserve.

Just three days later, he’s sitting in that same club he picked Sanzu up from. It’s the last Saturday of September, so Kakucho, Kokonoi, and him are on their monthly visit to a bar or club, goal being to forget their reality. Even if it’s just for a night.

Takeomi pats Kokonoi’s shoulder in encouragement when he walks off with a blue eyed blondie glued to his arm. She looks suspiciously similar to Inupi—like all the women and men Kokonoi takes home on those nights. Takeomi isn’t quite sure if he should be happy or sad about Sanzu now having his hair dyed pink all the time, and his eyes having a hint of green in them. Because, like that, he doesn’t fit into Kokonoi’s standards anymore. Though, maybe that wouldn’t matter much. Sanzu is in a place too dark for him, and most other people anyway. Rindou and him are still kind of trying somehow, but Takeomi doesn’t have much faith in whatever their relationship is.

Not much later, Kakucho decides to leave and go home. He’s never there to fuck, rejecting every invitation that goes further than drinks or a dance (though those invitations aren’t too frequent; the scar on his face scares off quite a bunch) and only talking with strangers to drown his struggles in a made up dream. His life has a different story every month, but in all of his lies, his parents and Izana are still alive, and Izana and Manjiro love each other the way brothers are supposed to. Izana works at an orphanage, Kakucho helps him out, though has his own little book shop somewhere in Roppongi, too. He talks about his books, and the way he’s decorated the shelves, and the empty space as if it was real, but Takeomi knows that it isn’t. Once or twice, he’d tried to talk about a made up life with a stranger before, too, inspired by Kakucho—it’s never worked. He’d broken down crying every time.

Like the kind friend he is, he asks Kakucho if he should go with him, if something’s wrong. He doesn’t usually leave this early. Kakucho says no, thank you. The way he lets his fingers brush over the tattoo on his chest is suspicious. Takeomi knows what it means. He misses Izana too much, he wants nothing more than to see Manjiro and pretend. The same tattoo on his own back tingles. He shakes his head, and calls Ran after Kakucho leaves. ,,Give him some insomnia meds, he needs them tonight’’, he says, and he relaxes when Ran sleepily agrees. At least there’s one thing he can always trust him with.

,,Hey there, Sanzu’’, a voice calls from behind, and Takeomi’s head snaps around way too quickly.

,,Ohh, eager to see me?’’, the woman smiles and sits down at the counter beside him. He recognises his own coat on her shoulders. Though, today her dress is black, and she’s highlighted her lavender eyes with dark liner. He realises he knows her name. She’s called Natsu, the woman from three days ago.

,,My name isn’t Sanzu. It’s Akashi Takeomi.’’ He sighs. Explaining why they’re brothers and choose not to wear the same family name is always a struggle. Even if they’re both legally bound to Akashi... It feels wrong to call his brother anything but Sanzu Haruchiyo. And it feels wrong to call their sister anything but Kawaragi Senju. Sometimes he wonders why they didn’t choose the same last name. They’d always loved each other more than him.

Natsu nods, gently places her hand on his thigh. ,,Difficult family business, can relate. Don’t wanna tell anyone my last name ’cause it’s tainted by hate.’’

Takeomi is glad that he doesn’t have to explain for once. Doesn’t have to search for an excuse. Natsu orders drinks for both of them, and he lays his hand atop hers. He doesn’t want the warmth to leave.

,,Trying to forget something too, huh?’’, he jokes when the order arrives and he sees that it’s a shot of Vodka for them each. She laughs at that, and Takeomi joins her soon. Natsu is better at cheering him up than he’d thought possible.

,,Yeah, baby boy’’, she says, and the petname makes Takeomi feel oddly warm and soft inside, ,,Tryna forget why I come here every night to escape.’’

He nods, relates to her statement. They’re a lot more similar than he’s initially thought. Takeomi raises his glass, and the two down their shots before starting to laugh again.

,,Wanna dance?’’, Natsu asks, smiling at him. She squeezes his thigh playfully.

,,No, sorry. I don’t dance’’, Takeomi answers, but he grins when she pulls him off his barstool. They make their way over to the dance floor. When they arrive, Natsu guides one of his hands to her shoulder, holds the other one in hers. She holds his waist with her free hand.

,,I’ll lead, just follow my steps.’’ She smiles, pulling him closer. They start to move, and Takeomi awkwardly does as told. He starts to get better after a while, and Natsu even spins him around. A slow song comes on, and they move closer and closer to each other, until she lets go of his hold to cup his cheeks and pull him into a kiss.

Takeomi is surprised at first, but decides to move his lips alongside hers, moving his now free hand to rest on her hip. He opens his mouth when she prods at it to deepen their kiss.

Soon, they part again, panting just inches apart, staring into each other’s eyes. Takeomi is the first to look away, faint blush on his cheeks that disappears soon after. He thinks about Sanzu, how Natsu had found him lying on the bathroom floor—the women’s bathroom floor, to be precise—half conscious. How she’d called the emergency contact on his phone, how he’d been on the other line. He thinks about all the time he’d taken to get there, and wonders what Sanzu’d had to experience meanwhile.

,,Did you do that to my brother too? Did you kiss him? Dance?’’, he asks, suddenly overrun by his memories.

,,Nah’’, Natsua laughs, ,,Already too drunk to stand when I found him. Consent’s hot, you know.’’

A shudder of relief washes over Takeomi. He still has no clue what happened before Natsu found Sanzu this time, but he’s glad that Natsu’s fine. For some reason, he quite likes her. They could be friends, he thinks. Maybe.

,,I’ve got to go’’, Takeomi says. He doesn’t quite know why, but he feels the sudden urge to be alone. Natsu nods. She pulls him back down again, presses another kiss onto his lips.

,,Bye, baby boy. Hope to see ya again!’’ She winks, and waves after him, smiling. His black coat is still hanging off her shoulders. He’ll have to buy a new one.

,,Goodbye. See you sometime, hopefully.’’ Takeomi turns away and leaves. Only now he realises that neither of them have asked for the other’s number. Maybe he just isn’t destined to have nice things, he concludes.

Takeomi’s sitting on his couch, typing something into his laptop. Sometimes he swears because of the pain in his hand, even if he took pain meds. The chronic joint pain in his wrists isn’t helping. He’s working on the stupid finance report for Kokonoi when the door opens.

Sanzu’s standing there, door handle in hand. ,,I want to talk’’, he says, and it sounds more like a demand, like a command than anything else. But Takeomi is surprised enough by his words.

,,Are you drunk? High?’’, he asks, looks up from his laptop. Sanzu shakes his head. Takeomi closes his laptop, moves to the edge of the sofa and pats the cushion beside him. His brother follows the instruction and sits down on the far end of the couch, knees pulled up to his chest.

,,You don’t mind, do you?’’ Sanzu takes out a bottle from the pocket in his hoodie, opens it, and takes out a pill. He looks at Takeomi.

Takeomi sighs. ,,Don’t. I want you to be clean if you want to talk.’’

Sanzu shrugs, throws the pill into his mouth, and swallows. ,,I don’t think I’m strong enough for this without drugs.’’

Takeomi looks at him, jaw clenched. This hurts him more than it should. He opens his laptop again, decides to ignore his brother. He wants to fix their relationship somehow, desperately. But he doesn’t want to only fix his relationship with Sanzu on drugs because that’s the only state he can tolerate Takeomi in anyways. It wouldn’t change much. He fights back the tears, and starts to type away on the finance report again.

,,Are you crying?’’, Sanzu whispers, quietly. Takeomi shakes his head. He can feel his brother’s stare on him, eating up every of his tiny moves as if he was being studied. ,,Don’t lie. You are.’’

Takeomi snaps his head to the side, looks him dead in the eyes. ,,And what if I am? Will you throw up those goddamn pills and finally have a heart to heart conversation with me when you’re not so drunk I have to carry you around because you can’t even stand anymore?’’ His words are harsher than intended. He feels like a wounded animal, cornered in the back of a cave. There are too many things he’s feeling.

,,You hurt me’’, Sanzu states, responding to Takeomi with a sentence that sounds almost carefree but holds so much sadness, ,,You hurt me a lot. When I was younger. It still hurts.’’

At first, Takeomi doesn’t know how to react to that. He knows. Of course he knows. It’s all he can think about every second of his life. The ever-consuming guilt, the regret, the hate he holds for himself. He thinks about it all the time. He’s tried to wrap it around, turn it in his head, tried to come to a conclusion that doesn’t make him responsible for everything that’s ever happened in Sanzu’s life. But no matter how hard he’d tried, he’d always ended up with himself at the center of fault. Himself, and nobody else. Not even Sanzu.

,,I know. I’m sorry. I’ve been sorry for years’’, he eventually settles on. He closes his laptop again.

Sanzu purses his lips, stares at his face. ,,Why did you never say anything?’’

Takeomi wishes he knew. Maybe he was too afraid, to scared. Maybe he didn’t have any hope. Maybe he thought he didn’t deserve it. Maybe he hated himself too much. Maybe he thought that Sanzu would be better off without him. Maybe it’s all of that, he realises. It’s why he’d subtly tried to help for all those years. He shrugs.

,,Do you love me?’’, Sanzu asks, ,,No, wait. Did you ever love me? Because I never felt any of that.’’

Yes!, he wants to scream, Yes, I’ve always loved you! And I was such a stupid fucking abusive piece of shit to you, and I’m so sorry. I’d do it all differently now if I could live my life again. His breath hitches as he whispers, ,,Yes.’’

,,Then why did you never show it? Why did you act as if you hated me my whole childhood long? I just... I just want to understand. All I ever wanted was for you to love me. All I ever did was so you would.’’ Sanzu looks away, stares at the dying potted plant in the corner. The dry leaves are what remain of Takeomi’s efforts to care for it.

,,I wish I knew that. I wish I knew why I made so many mistakes. I would undo them all if I could. I would go back in time and love you, if there was a way to do that. I swear’’, he says. It’s the most heartfelt thing he’s managed to get over his lips in decades. ,,I love you, Haru.’’

Sanzu turns his head, stares at him again. His eyes are watery. ,,I hate you. But I think... I think I want to love you again.’’

Takeomi looks at his brother’s eyes, tries to find the hateful glint he’s seen in them for years, the same one he’d seen in Senju’s all those years ago when he’d had hallucinations of her. He can’t find it. ,,Oh?’’, he whispers, voice cracking and nearly an octave higher than normal. This is better than he’s ever imagined his life to go. Sanzu wants to love him again. His brother wants to love him again. He wants to. Even after all he’s done to him.

Slowly, reluctantly, Sanzu nods. ,,Neither of us will get better if I continue to hate you, and you continue to... seem like you hate me.’’

Takeomi nods. He shuffles a little closer to Sanzu, but he isn’t bold enough to reduce their distance to less than a foot. Sanzu stays where he is.

,,Takeomi?’’, he asks, whispering. It’s the first time he doesn’t use his last name in years.

,,Yeah?’’, Takeomi whispers back, glances at his brother.

,,Please call me Haru again. It reminds me of being loved’’, he mumbles.

It reminds him of being loved. Of being loved by Senju. Of the happy part of his childhood. Takeomi knows that they can finally fix whatever they have now, he’s sure of it. Maybe he can make up for how he’d treated his brother in his childhood. It’s too late to make up for how he’d treated Senju, since she’s long dead, but he’s had to live with that for over a decade already, and he can do it for another one, and another one. But he’ll do his absolute best to make Haruchiyo happier, even if he knows he will never completely forgive him. But that’s okay. As long as Haruchiyo is stable, as long as he’s happy, Takeomi can live with that.

,,Of course, Haru. I love you’’, he whispers back.

tag list: @offtaskotaku, @just-sp-in-inginthevoid

#☆—`writing #tokrev #takeomi akashi #haruchiyo sanzu #takeomi #sanzu #natsu <3 #help sorry for tagging you in sm taku aa #also the shinkasa fic... yeah i’ve decided it’s not finished yet n is a wip again now. oops

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sweet-little-dude · 1 year

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*throws random song at you* i was watching tatort yesterday (some german tv show) and easy by mesadorm started playing. fits like half of the tokrev cast /hj but it specifically gives me akashi siblings vibes tho that might be bc i’m kinda hyperfixated on takeomi rn but like. look at the lyrics (yes that’s the whole song i couldn’t decide on a specific part):

like?? akashi siblings song ???

also if you know any akashi siblings playlists/songs i am BEGGING on my knees they’ve got me in a chokehold and all i could find yet was this song, completely by chance. i’m in need of stuff i can listen to throughout the day to feed the hyperfixation with serotonin

omg surprise elys ask hello my love :333

but yes big fat major akashi and sano vibes :(( its like comforting but sad at the same time?? like a parting gift if that makes sense? but yeah it major sad :( honestly as u should takeomi is just<3

i sadly do not know any akashi sibs playlists but after digging through my playlists i gift you the song puberty by wilt :33333333 one of the most beautiful songs ive ever heard yet so so very sad. og song is abt the vocalist's father and her family so it automatically is family related thus akashis 💪💪

and i really really don't wanna spoil the song cuz its a hugeeeee surprise but there's a few specific lyrics i'd like to point out (aka me analysing and comparing the whole song to these siblings):

"when i thought i ruled the world / standing on your shoulders / when my life felt so round / when we still went to playgrounds / but it always / turns upside down" big big huge akashi vibes esp when sen and haru were kids :(( and ofc the last two lines giving the vibe of their lives starting to get more complex and each other them growing apart

"when it was just you and me / before i hit puberty / rock band posters on the wall / our little family in it all / and when the vinyl hit the floor i couldn't see you anymore" kind of just reminiscing on the memories they had as a family and stuff before yk the big thing happening before everything turned to shit

"and when the violence in my head gets loud i forget you're even dead" now this is like peak right. hugeeeee part of the song the lyrics goes along with what happens and sheihxjwbw but this definitely reminds me of a most probably existing time line where sanzu is in bonten and he suddenly remembers his dead sister. or his dead mother (? i don't remember if shez dead or not). angst!

but yeah love wilt im a such a wilter and an akashi truther

#elys n taku rambles #HIIIIIII ELYS

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theehcneypot · 2 years

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CHAPTER ONE: WE MEET AGAIN.

PAIRING: Seijuro Akashi x OC (Kasumi Hashimoto)

TYPE: Drama, Angst, contract marriage AU

WORD COUNT: 2,314

WARNING(S) FOR THIS CHAPTER: Cheating, Swearing, slight violence? if I miss anything let me know please.

A/N: This is the first chapter of this story that I’m writing, I’ve had this story idea for awhile and finally decided to write it. I hope you all enjoy this piece from me, I do have many more story ideas I plan to write but I’ve had the most muse for this one!

“CONGRATULATION!” her family cheered, hearing their cheers brought a bright smile to Kasumi’s face as she made her way over to her parents and siblings stood. “We are so proud of you Kasumi! “ her mother spoke as she walked over and gave Kasumi a hug “we know that you are going to do great things!” her father declared giving her his brightest smile. Hearing the encouraging words from her parents filled Kasumi’s heart with so much joy. Today was her graduation day, and she had finally gotten her masters in medicine, feeling extremely accomplished the only down side of today was the fact that her fiancé and best friend weren’t here to celebrate with her due to work.

But knowing she would see Aoi tonight at her bachelorette party and Hiroto tomorrow at their wedding kind of made up for it. After taking pictures, saying goodbye to her classmates and having dinner with her family Kasumi and her sisters sent their parents home. Arriving at the hotel Kasumi and her sisters were met by Aoi was checking in “hey! I’m soooo sorry I had to miss your graduation” she pouted as she ran up to hug Kasumi, causing Kaori to give the female a disgusting look before turning to Kaiya who mugged the female. Knowing that neither one of her sisters like Aoi and only tolerated her for her sake, Kasumi ignored them and hugged Aoi back. Hooking arms with Kasumi, Aoi led the way to the hotel room with Kaori and Kaiya trailing behind the two.

Once the bachelorette party came to an end Kaori and Kaiya had left to go home, while Kasumi laid slumped over on the couch and Aoi went to call Hiroto to come and get Kasumi. Fifteen minutes later Hiroto arrived and went to the room Aoi told them they were, stepping inside he found a drunk Kasumi sound asleep on the couch. “Must have been a wild night” he commented as he bent down and moved a strand of hair behind her ear, “Hiroto...” an alluring voice called startling him. Turning in the direction of the voice, he was met with Aoi who quickly threw herself onto him seductively rubbing up and down his chest with a devilish smile plastered on her face.

“Aoi you know we can’t do anything, especially while Kasumi is sleep” he whispered trying to pry the female off of him whole glancing back to make sure that Kasumi had not woken up. “But babe, she’s passed out drunk she isn’t going to wake up” she whined, placing a kiss on his neck “plus I really, really want you so bad” she purred as she continued to trail kisses along his neck before playing her lips onto his which turned into a full blown make out session in front of a sleeping Kasumi. But what Aoi and Hiroto fail to realize is that Kasumi wasn’t sleep, she wasn’t even as drunk as she claimed to be.

Listening to the disgusting sounds of Hiroto and Aoi making out, Kasumi held down the puke that threaten to release itself as she continued to listen to the two people she thought she could trust. “Let’s take this to the bathroom, you love that don’t you?” Hiroto suggested as he started pulling Aoi towards the bathroom, “go ahead and start the water babe I’ll be there shortly” she spoke sweetly giving him one last kiss as she watched him go into the bathroom. Turning back to look at Kasumi with a sinister smile etch across her face bent down to Kasumi’s ear “Hiroto is mine and I refuse for the two of you to get marry, just you wait Kasumi, I will have what was always meant to mines” she whispered before walking to the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

After five minutes Kasumi got up from the couch, hearing moans and grunts coming from the bathroom, she turned her face up in disgust as she fought the urge to bust in there and catch them in the act. Quickly gathering her things she swiftly and quietly made her way out of the room. Pulling her phone out she quickly sent a text to the group chat consisting her, Kaori, Kaiya and Mayumi, hoping that one of the three were still up. Finally outside of the hotel, she hailed a taxi, sliding in she gave the driver the address to her apartment. The whole ride to her apartment, Kasumi starting thinking of her next move, after somewhat witnessing what Kaori and the rest of the girl were hinting at, the only think she could do was blame herself for not reading the room or taking notice sooner.

If she had she probably wouldn’t be dealing with this dilemma to begin with, but what’s done is done and Kasumi knew that she definitely wasn’t going to marry Hiroto. Once she arrived at her apartment, Kasumi’s phone rang, glancing at the caller ID it was Kaori who was calling. “You okay?, Did you make it home?” Kaori started questioning, not allowing Kasumi to get a word in.

“Would you shut up and let me talk!” she shouted into the phone, making Kaori stop mid-sentence.

“Look can I come and stay over at your place, I’ll explain everything once I get there I just need to grab my things as quickly as possible” she spoke hastily making sure she said everything she needed before Kaori bombarded her with more questions, giving Kasumi the okay, the sisters hung up with Kaori saying she would be in five while Kasumi grabbed her things. Turning the lights on she looked around the place that held so many happy memories for her but was destroyed tonight after discovering Hiroto infidelity and with her best friend at that. Knowing she only had a few minutes before her sister arrived she grabbed her duffle bag and started gathering her essentials, stopping briefly as she stared at the photo frame that held a picture of her and Hiroto on their first date, she grabbed the picture frame glaring at it as an urge to throw it across the room and shatter it into pieces rose. But she didn’t, not wanting to raise any suspicions when Hiroto came home and find her gone she set the frame back down on the coffee table.

Hearing the sound of a car horn, Kasumi knew that Kaori had just pulled up. Double checking to make sure she had everything she needed she locked the apartment up and made her way outside to her sister’s truck. Throwing her back in the back seat, she hopped up into the passenger seat and buckled up herself up. Glancing over at Kaori, not being able to hold it in any longer “y-you were right all along” she announced just before breaking down in front of her twin. Realizing what her twin meant, Kaori reached over and hugged her sister trying to console her as much as possible. As much as she wished she wasn’t right, Kaori always had an inkling feeling about Aoi, making sure she was already she went back to her original position and pulled off heading to her house as Kasumi told her everything that happened back at the hotel.

A little after midnight.

On the east side of Tokyo, a sense of heaviness filled the air as heavy gray clouds obscured the sky. Light rain pouring down, pinging against the glass window of a black luxury limousine, on the inside of that limousine sat a shadowy figure, glaring at the scene that was taking place on his laptop screen. Seething with rage as the scene continued to unfold in front of him, after a few more minutes of watching Akashi slammed his screen down, throwing the laptop across the backseat. he felt disgusting after listening and seeing his fiancé Ichika all over another male. But it wasn’t the fact that she was making love to another man, oh no Akashi she Ichika was slut the day he met her no but really boiled his blood was the fact that this bitch thought he could pull one over him.

Listening to her explaining her plan to her lover of how she planned on duping Akashi and his family of their money and ruining their reputation due to some old family rivalry, pissed him smooth the fuck off. Crossing his right leg over his left Akash began to plot out his next move, he knew that there were a couple of ways could go about this. On one hand he could publicly break off their engagement and humiliate her to the public but then there was the possibility of her family hiring someone to try and get close to him and his family, and trust was something hard for Akashi to do, with his wealth and status he was never sure of who he could and couldn’t trust which is why he kept most people at an arm length except for those that he grew up with.

Thinking about that his trust issue made him even more angry to know that three years were wasted on him spending his time with Ichika just for her to turn around and betray him, time that he wouldn’t be able to get back. Another option would be to hire someone to just make her and her family disappear but he felt that would be too simple and easy and for his last option would be to find someone else marry, at least that way Ichika wouldn’t be entitled to any of his and his family assets, but who could he find on such short notice, not to mention it would have to be someone he could trust that would betray him like Ichika did.

“Boss, where would you like to go now?” Aiko, his driver asked, causing Akashi to emerge from his thoughts, knowing that if he went home he wouldn’t be able to control his anger and end up doing something drastic and irritational. Grabbing his phone and went to his contacts scrolling through until he landed on Midorima’s name, pressing the call button he waited for his friend to answer, hoping that the male was still up at this hour of the night. Knowing how intelligent Midorima is, he would be the one to help him figure out what to do next with this situation.

“Hello” a monotonous voice answered, indicating that Midorima had finally picked up the phone. “Are you home? I need to speak with you, it’s urgent” Akashi responded as he signal for Aiko to drive toward Midorima’s house. “I’m at Aomine’s house with Aya, so come here if you need me” he reply, hearing Aomine in the background asking Midorima who he was talking to and inviting over to his house. Akashi gave Aiko the command to go to Aomine’s house “I’ll be there shortly” he spoke before disconnecting the call. Placing his phone in his suit pocket, he closed his eyes while Aiko drove to the destination. Thirty minutes later, he arrived at Aomine’s house, waiting for Aiko to come around and open the door for him, Akashi took a deep breath as she stepped out of the car, seeing many vehicles parked he wondered if Aomine and his wife thrown a party and didn’t invite him due to his fiancé. Standing in front of the door, Akashi rang the doorbell, awaiting for Aomine or his wife Kaori to open the door.

Suddenly the door swung open revealing Aomine, who welcomed his former captain, Akashi pushed passed him and stepped inside the house immediately looking for Midorima “who pissed in your cereal?” he questioned noticing his grim demeanor, any other time Akashi would greet the other party back as a sign of manners, but Akashi was still furious about Ichika and her plans. Once in the living room Akashi notice that Midorima wasn’t the only one here, but so were the rest of his former teammates and Kagami as well as their significant others.

“Why are you all here? he inquired, as he glanced around the room at each individual seated. “Kasumi stumbled upon a betrayal tonight” Kaiya answered, “the real question is what’s going on with you? Shouldn’t you be preparing for a wedding tomorrow? Kaori asked as she folded her arms across her chest, with one brow raised. Not ready to speak about his discovery of Ichika, Akashi ignored Kaori’s question completed and turned his attention back to Kaiya ready to ask a follow-up question “what’s going?” he asked concern laced in his voice. Before anyone could say anything “Kasumi found out Hiroto had been cheating on her!” Kise blurted out causing everyone to glare at the blonde including his girlfriend. “And with her best friend!” Takao spoke up from the floor, causing everyone to turn their attention to him “where the hell did you come from? and how did you get in my house?” Aomine asked, confused on how they didn’t see him here.

At that moment Kasumi wished she could run away from the humiliation she felt in that moment that her business had been broadcasted in front of the Akashi Seijuro. Although were never close they did hang in the same group of friends and during social event the two would even talk occasional from time to time and she held a lot of respect for Akashi even though he come off intimidating. Lifting her head a little so she could glance at the male, but quickly looked down, unable to meet the male’s eyes, as she pressed her lips together tightly. Staring at Kasumi, Akashi could tell that the female was embarrassed, thinking of a way to make the situation less awkward, he cleared his throat as a way to get the female attention “Well...looks like we meet again, Kasumi.”

#the arrangement.#akashi seijuo #knb akashi #knb.#knb #akashi x oc #seijuro akashi #anime fanfic #anime fanfiction #knb x oc #knb fluff #knb angst #kuroko no basket #seijuro #akashi seijūrō #anime

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userm3rc · 2 years

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` Updated request & writing list !

merc here!! here are fandoms i write for ;

` Metal family!

[ i write for all characters in the series!! ex. Dee, Victoria, Glam , Chive]- i'll only do platonic writings for heavy since he's cannonically 13 :)

` tokyo revengers

[ I write for every character introduced so far :) except for maybe the akashi siblings.. i haven't been keeping up with the manga lolol]

` Stranger things

[ I wont write for characters who weren't introduced as well ex. Fred, Dr. Brenner , Vickie. But everyone else is perfectly fine!!]

` Sally Face

[ All the characters are perfectly fine to request!! i just ask if you request Todd or Neil its mlm to respect their cannon sexualities :) ]

` Harry Potter

[ Just about every character is fine to request , although if you request someone like Remus or Sirius i ask you specify the time era!!]

My Yes's & No's of requesting !

I'm perfectly okay with writing any sort of prompt , just put the corresponding TW's!!

` for Hc's, I'll only really do about 3 characters per prompt (really depends on what's being requested though!)

i do NOT write deaths but any sort of angst is perfectly okay :)

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #harry potter x reader #stranger things x reader #metal family headcanons #metal family x reader #sally face x reader

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savedbysinners · 2 months

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REQUESTS STATUS: CLOSED

I am only taking requests for Tokyo Revengers, and only for certain characters.

Please read carefully before requesting!

Characters I'm accepting requests for: ㅤ💛 Madarame Shion ㅤ🖤 Hanma Shuji ㅤ🩶 Kisaki Tetta ㅤ🤎 Akashi Takeomi

I May Write: f!reader, gn!reader, dark content, yandere, dubcon, noncon, psuedocest, stepcest, sibling incest, kink, monsters, self harm, suicidal ideation, suicide, angst, murder, character death, hurt no comfort, no happy ending, and more.

I Want to Improve: body horror, gore, nonhuman.

Please do NOT ask for a certain length for your request. It will most likely be short - I do this for fun, in my free time.

Requests can be made on or off anon. If you’d like an anon emoji, please let me know.

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wuanshii · 2 years

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"Oh, he wished" | 1

Part two : oh, he wished

Highlights; Neglecting you was his greatest mistake. And he realized that only after he lost you. But you weren't really gone, now were you?

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( sanzu x f!reader )

It was just a letter, a letter with all the words that you couldn't say out loud. It was a request, a wish or yours.

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"I don't got no time for the valentines, and you know that shit. Ah, letters....what is this, 16th century!?" instead, he yelled.

He did not appreciate the effort of which you thought was sweet.

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"You don't have to yell y'know, I wrote that letter cause I was scared to verbally say it... yet you're still yelling..."

"Because what you're asking for is so unnecessary! I come home tired, frustrated a lot and you asking for this sort of thing isn't making my headache any good dammit!"

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At some point, you doubted whether if he has been doing drugs. Because every day, the reaction he presents to you is different. And it's sad, it hurts.

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You could barely see him smiling. Not saying he don't, but the combination of a smile and a frown. That isn't 'happiness'. He stays mad for no reason, and you are too weak to do anything against that.

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Because he may be verbally violent, but thanks to the lord he isn't physically abusive.

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'All I wanted was to...spend some sweet time together,' you faced the floor with regrets flashed over your face.

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Sanzu's POV,

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I don't think I love her. Not anymore.

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Ever since my friend introduced these heavenly substances to me, on lord everything feels so pleasing,

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except for her.

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Every time she opens her mouth, it's so damn annoying. It gets so damn frustrating as well.

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"Haru, dinner." I turned to her at the door.

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Was she crying? Well I can see that. But...I can't seem to care. Something about her, this whole house feels so different. It feels like none of it are mine. None of this belongs to me,

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my wife, my cat, my house...

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I won't blame the pills, no I won't. Cause it's not the cause of this, they are.

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Walking to the dining room, I faced her. She was busy with the dishes so I simply sat on my seat and prayed before getting into my plate.

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Man, I wish she never existed.

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Like, if she never did, I wouldn't have had to marry her.

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I wouldn't have met her.

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I wouldn't be regretting shit at the moment.

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I would've been a free man living on my own with no lousy woman near me,

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2 years of marriage and now, everything feels wrong. Never imagined I'd feel so empty, despite marrying the one I thought was 'the love of my life'.

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Shit, I need some pills. My head's aching.

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Little did the guy know, his thoughts were loud. That's what drugs did to him, he's in a situation where he thinks that he's silently thinking it all,

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But. He was mumbling it.

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And you heard.

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His wish.

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"You done?"

"Yeah." nothing more, by grabbing his plate, you took it away as he yawned and made his way towards the bathroom.

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"Goodnight, Haru." you wished in the dark, before completely falling asleep.

"Mmm." was all he replied.

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8:03 AM

Sanzu's pov.

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Shit, I woke up late! Fuck me!

Where's Y/n? Damn, she knows I should be leaving at 7:30, where is she!?

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Immediately, I hurried to grab my suit, and comb myself to look fresh for the least. Yeah, I'll just call my boss and relay him a lie for my late arrival.

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"Y/n!"

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Where the fuck is she!?

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Wait. Why does the house looks so... so different...

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So warm.

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Nah, where the fuck is my wife at. I kept looking for her, called her cell, called her name out as well but for the sake of lord, where is she?

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Taking the cell out of my phone, I went to dial her brother. Her only family, and my only brother-in-law.

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Well I did yell at her the previous night, and today's Valentine as well. Maybe she's mad or something. But I'll convince her, she'll oblige.

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"Yo, B/n. How have you been?"

"....erm, good?"

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"I see I see. Have you heard from

Y/n? Like, she's been missing since the morning,"

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"I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

Huh?? The heck is he saying...

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"B/n, haha...it's me! Sanzu. Did you not save my number or something?"

"I'm pretty sure...I don't know anybody named Sanzu in my life. Neither do I know who this Y/n is,"

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"Hey...hey don't joke with me, c'mon..."

"I'm sorry but...I really don't know you, Mr. Sanzu."

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With a string on confusion, I cut the call with him. What did he just say?

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Are they pranking me? Like, is she that mad? Fuck?

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But...

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Where are the pictures of us? In the photo album?

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Where are her clothes?

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Where are her jewelleries??

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Where is she?

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And that morning, his wish came true. Nothing more, nothing less.

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That was the horror that stalked him, fulfilling his wish so fresh.

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And now, the person name Y/n L/n he knows is gone. Who is she? Did he ever meet somebody named Y/n before?

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"Ah, my head hurts.... wait, Y/n?" his memories too are now fading away, little by little.

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"Why am I looking for Y/n? Wh-....man I need to leave!"

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on the way, all the memories that pictured you in his mind faded. He will never know who she is, he will never remember who she is.

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"Who is Y/n?"

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Entering his house with a frown in the evening after a long ass day, he went straight to his bedroom where the sheets weren't managed properly.

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He had left in a hurry, of course he did not manage any of it.

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And while managing the sheet, a shiny thing buried below the sheets caught his eyes.

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Grabbing it in his palm, it was a ring.

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Your wedding ring.

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Which got his heart to skip a beat, making his eyes widen at the object in his trembling hand as a sweet memory that almost faded forever appeared clear on his mind,

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'Do you take Y/n as your lawfully wedded wife?'

'Yes, I do.' and he replied, with a smile so bright.

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that day, he was so happy.

'How can I forget that?'

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Tears pricked through his eyes, after finally realizing the situation he is in. Nobody knows you, even he almost forgot you.

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But the ring he held in his hand reminded him of the one he was 3% away from completely erasing off of his mind like every other folk that knew you.

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" Y/n is....my wife,"

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But, now...

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The only place she ever exists is in his memory, and none other.

And whatever he wished for, became true.

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sweet goodbye, my love.

haitani ran/reader

tw: ran not being a whore

"i want a divorce."

on their third year anniversary.

a day that was supposed to be filled with happiness turned out really... not nice.

the words he wanted to say to you was stuck in his throat the moment your tired eyes meet with his. right now, he feels like the most unsuccessful person in the world. right now, he feels that maybe rindou was the better brother. right now, all he could feel was despair.

the word stuck on his head.. something that he could utter in the most genuine heartbreaking tone you ever heard him use. you tried to keep yourself from crying. it was no use, you had to make him hate you in order for him to move on much more easily from you because you've been in that situation before, one in which you have realized, that it was too late.

"i don't think i can do this anymore, haitani."

haitani.

that word left an annoying ringing in ran's ears.

ran looks at your eyes, trying to figure out why, WHAT was the reason for this and why so sudden? on this day you and him were supposed to be the happiest married couple to be alive in this cruel world we live in.

"so for yo— my sake, let's... end this." you hated how his expression turned so dull after your hurtful words. you hated how you knew how he felt right now. you hated... the fact that you caused ALL this to happen to him. it made you sick.

ran couldn't believe it. something that he never knew that would happen happened. but that didn't matter. all he wanted to understand was why.

"why..?" ran tried his best to compose himself when he asked you why. your eyes turned dull at him. i didn't want to do this either, love.

and once again, you avoid the question you wanted to answer the most. for his sake, for his happiness, for his wellbeing, you wanted the best for him and that is what exactly you are doing.

"i.." his lips curled up, forming a smile. you can't. you couldn't do this to him. not when he.. please stop.

"i understand." you couldn't suppress your tears anymore but he couldn't see you like this. not when your goal is to make him loathe you.

"ran."

"yes my love?" you noticed how shaky his hands were, how his voice was so unstable, how his eyes somehow always reach to your figure, no matter what situation he was brought into.

"yes my love?" how could he say that.

just stop.

"ran just.. please."

"i know." your eyes immediately dart up to his face. you don't and i'm sorry.

ah, his face.

tears started to pour onto his suit as you embrace him into a hug, sobbing as ran pats your head gently, tears also unable to be kept hidden from his facade.

"just.. go away, ran." you say in a unsteady tone. i don't want to burden you.

you aren't a burden to me.

"shh.. just let it all out. i'm here, my love."

"i know." you don't know.

ran wipes your tears with the hanky you gave back when you two first met. it's quite admiring on how he still kept that hanky for over two decades now.

god he loved you so much.

god you loved him so much.

he loves you so much.

you love him so much.

he was willing to understand.

you didn't want him to understand.

he wanted to be by your side.

you wanted him gone.

death was at your door but ran was waiting at your doorstep. he was there. he was always there.

ran did not fail to notice your unusually slow heartbeat when you were in his arms. he darts his eyes to your face.

ah, your face.

for some reason you felt cold to the touch.

for some reason you looked pale.

why?

as you fall into a very very deep slumber, he closes his eyes, humming the song you used to hum whenever he was there.

gosh, he loved embracing you.

as he slowly falls into a deep slumber, you close your eyes, humming the song you used to hum for him whenever he was there.

he always understood.

you always made him understand.

"ran." you call out to him. your voice was weak yet he understood.

"yes my love?"

"thank you."

he chuckles light-heartedly, "for what?"

"for being ran."

...

"ran." you call out to him once again.

"yes my love?" this time his tone was more soft.

"i'm sorry."

"for..?"

"for leaving you like this."

and that was when he understood why.

"goodbye, my love."

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haitaniapologist · 2 years

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KEEPING UP WITH THE AKASHIS — episode three: the first night staying in.

pairings — akashi takeomi x fem!reader

word count — 2.6k

warnings — fluff. fluff. fluff. a bit of angst, mentions of de*ath.

notes — today is raining and a gray day, and takeomi isn't here to keep me warm. sigh. but i hope you guys will like this episode !!!

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you were nervous.

in almost two months of dating takeomi, you never felt like that — maybe just on the first day you saw him or in the moment of your first kiss, but he always made you feel at ease. always wanting to make you comfortable, always putting your needs above his. you knew you didn’t need to be nervous about spending the weekend at your boyfriend’s house, but your hands were still sweating, and your heart raced whenever you heard the sound of a motorcycle.

your nervousness was probably a product of your mom’s talking. you couldn’t blame her, but you and takeomi had sex before that and you did use protection, and you didn't need to hear no one talking about the danger of raw sex. as much as the idea of marrying him and having a family with the so called ‘god of war’ was pleasant and a constant source for your daydreams while nobody wanted your help in ss motors, both of you were still young — and you didn’t even touch such a subject with him. maybe he probably didn’t even want kids in the future, seeing as he already raised two siblings alone and without any help from his father. but the thought of him holding a little baby with black hair and big and curious eyes made your heart swell.

the sounds of a honk made you almost jump, and you rushed down the stairs to meet your boyfriend. your mother was away on a small trip with her friends, and takeomi offered a place in his house for you to stay, so you wouldn’t be alone. according to him, both senju and haruchiyo were overjoyed with the idea of you staying in, and you were glad you managed to find a place inside their hearts — and you knew the opportunity of sleeping in takeomi’s house would be a good way to know them better.

“penny for the thoughts of my prettiest girl?” you heard his voice and you playfully rolled your eyes. takeomi was always a sight when riding a motorcycle, long hair tied at the back of his head — with a purple scrunchie that you knew belonged to emma — and arms flexing in the handles.

you chuckled when he jumped off its seat, arms already opened to welcome you. “does that mean you have more pretty girls in your life?” you joked, head resting on his chest and hands clutching the back of his leather jacket. you smiled when you felt his chest shake with his chuckles, your own ones following the sounds of his.

he kissed your forehead. “emma and senju would be sad if i said they aren’t my pretty girls too.”

you nodded, tightening your hold on him before letting him go, already giving your backpack for him to put in his bike’s storage compartment. takeomi helped you to put the helmet on — he didn’t wear one, but god forbid him if anything happened to you if you weren’t using one, he would never be able to forgive himself — pecking your lips at the adorable sight of you wearing a pink one, courtesy of senju that wanted to have matching helmets with you. he helped you to get on your seat too, and once more your arms were found around his middle, but this time you were clutching the front fabric of his shirt. he knew you weren’t the biggest fan of bikes, yet he loved the way you knew he would always protect you. “ready, baby?” takeomi asked with a hint of mischief in his voice, and you only clutched his shirt tighter.

he took that as a yes.

driving a motorcycle had always been something you never thought you would. it was quite funny because you worked with a guy who worked with them, but entering ss motors was the first time you saw one so close. you were used to cars and trains and buses, and discovering another way of transportation was quite pleasant — but a bit terrifying, too. being the ex vice president of the biggest biker gang of the city, you knew the speed takeomi was driving was too slow for what he used to, but you couldn't help and feel loved because he slowed down for you. the feeling of the wind was one of the best things about walking around on a bike, and you enjoyed seeing the city through takeomi's shoulders.

and being close to him was, too, a good thing. you loved how his cologne enveloped you, or how he chuckled every time you held tight on him whenever he sped up a bit. being close to him was something you would never grow tired of — he made you feel safe and cared for, and you couldn’t ask for anything else.

but opening your eyes was still something you were working on, still a bit afraid of doing it. takeomi would chuckle — almost giggle — when he noticed you had opened your eyes, as you always held him tighter and made cute sounds with your mouth. just like now. your hands were clutching his t-shirt as tight as ever, and he could hear the small sounds of awe that left your parted lips because your head was resting on his shoulder. he tried to get a look at you, looking quickly to his side when the traffic made him stop, and he almost came down on one knee to ask your hand in marriage.

you were his pretty girl, and he couldn’t wait until the day you would have his surname.

but you weren’t his brave girl, and as soon as he accelerated the bike, your eyes were closed and your head nuzzled on his back. takeomi could only chuckle, and you stayed like that until you arrived at his house.

“y/n-nee!” you heard senju’s little voice screaming as soon as your feet were in the ground, and a pair of arms embracing your middle. haruchiyo and wakasa appeared in the front door and you waved at them — waving as much as embracing senju could let you. you knew she was more open to touch and affection than her older brother, but haruchiyo couldn’t escape your hands, of course not. “you’re finally here! i was tired of being babysat by wakasa.”

you hummed. “is waka-chan not a good babysitter?” noticing that haru was coming closer, you opened your right arm, so he could snuggle in your middle. he was still a bit shy, but whenever senju hugged you for too long, he made his presence known too.

“he is.” haruchiyo answered for her. “but we prefer you and take-nii.” you ruffled his pinkish tresses at his confession, and wakasa feigned being hurt by his words.

“your brother could’ve babysat you if he didn’t want to be a gentleman and bring his girlfriend by himself.” you rolled your eyes at his words, but wakasa was a bit right. it was just a train ride to the akashis’s home, and you didn’t mind taking the train and walking a little to arrive there — but to know that takeomi wanted to take you there himself, was kinda cute.

a sound of indignation left takeomi’s voice. “and that's why you don’t have a partner, wakasa. i can’t believe shin was the one who was rejected twenty times.” a giggle left your mouth, and you tried to stay impassive during their friendly bickering while you entered the house, but making fun of your boss was always one of your daily activities. you promised to him that you would talk about him to some of your friends, but you couldn’t promise he would have a successful date.

wakasa left a bit after takeomi left your things in his room, senju and haruchiyo showing you their school work. you still couldn’t believe they really liked you, to the point senju drew you in a family drawing for school, and haruchiyo wrote a letter for you in his grammatical class — you three had come a long way, and you were so grateful that they accept you as a member of the family, because you had plans to stay like that forever.

takeomi smiled at the sight of his siblings all around you. “at this rate, i’ll think you guys like her more than me.” he sat on the sofa, a small pout on his lips.

two pairs of green eyes look at him with no mercy. “we see you every day, take-nii.” haruchiyo said with a blank expression on his face, and senju’s eyes were big and expressionless — as if no thoughts were running behind them.

you giggled. “and y/n-nee is prettier than you.” senju complemented her brother.

the oldest akashi put a hand over his heart, a hurt expression on his face. “i can’t believe my little siblings are against me.” everyone giggled at his antics and you got up from the ground, pressing a kiss to his scarred cheek. “at least my girlfriend still loves me more.”

“are you sure, baby?” you asked with a teasing expression on your face, and takeomi groaned.

he wouldn’t mind having you sleep in more times.

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you never knew how much a kid could be passionate about ‘a bug’s life’, but after seeing the movie before having dinner and listening to haruchiyo’s rants about how much someday he wants to be like flik, or how he could put his family in all the characters — he was flik, of course, senju was dot, you were princess atta and takeomi was, much to his dismay, hopper — you would never doubt it anymore.

but it was cute, nonetheless, and takeomi’s groan about him being the villain made you giggle.

dinner went without any major events besides that, and you had to control yourself to not giggle seeing senju and haruchiyo eating pizza, because they were adorable. and takeomi needed to control himself to not kiss you senseless whenever you interacted with his siblings, only smiling whenever you needed to clean senju’s mouth clean or helping haruchiyo to cut his pizza’s slice.

the kids didn’t want to sleep and, if it was a normal day, takeomi knew he would be in trouble — he knew how to deal with senju’s crocodile tears and haruchiyo’s mean words, but your soft tone and kind hands were enough to persuade them into going to their beds and stay there. and they were doing wonders to him too, since he was already in bed, a cigarette hanging from his mouth and hand on your hips while you straddled his lap.

“i started to like the smell of cigarettes because of you, you know?” you whispered, fingers drawing circles on his bare chest. you always chastised shinichiro for smoking inside the shop, but whenever takeomi did that, you would always blush and give him shy smiles — which earned some sneers from your boss.

takeomi hummed, blowing a bit of smoke in your face, making you giggle. “really, my pretty girl? what else did i make you start to like?” he chuckled seeing how flustered you became, discarding his cigarette in the ashtray and bringing your face close to his. “let me guess… motorcycle rides?” he gave your cheek a small peck when you nodded. “late night rides to see the stars?” another nod, a peck on your other cheek. “hot and tall bloodied man?” a nod and giggle, and a peck on your lips.

but before he could deepen the kiss, a small voice outside the room made you two stop.

“take-nii? y/n-nee?”

it was senju, and you could tell she was crying.

you pecked takeomi’s lips again, getting up from his lap and walking to the door. even though you’ve brought pajamas, he made you wear only an old t-shirt of his, with the excuse of feeling your skin better — he would never do something sexual with you while his siblings were in the house, but he still could tease you.

you opened the door slowly, to not scare senju, and your heart broke at the sight of her crying face. it was worse than the first time you saw her crying, because she looked sad and scared, and you didn’t know what to do. but she was adorable, too — messy pinkish locks, crumbled baby blue pajamas and a stuffed bunny hugged tightly to her chest. “oh, senju, my baby, what happened?” you kneeled down and opened your arms, and she didn’t hesitate to jump on them, only crying harder. you lifted her up with a bit of difficulty, and she promptly hugged you by your neck and hid her face on your shoulder.

takeomi got up from the bed, arms enveloping both of you, almost closing the door, until he saw another pair of green eyes looking at the scene. “you can come in, haru.” he extended his hand to his little brother, who took it with eagerness. takeomi noticed how haruchiyo’s hair had started to grow, and he smiled. they were growing up so fast.

when he closed the door, you were already cuddling with senju in the bed, her sobs becoming faint whimpers. haruchiyo didn't waste no time in curling into your side, and takeomi soon joined him, caging him between the both of you. he couldn't tell if both of his siblings had nightmares at the same time, but something must've happened. his arm was big enough to touch both you and senju, and he knew his sister would appreciate the gesture if he was still like that when she woke up.

“senju told me she dreamed about the accident that killed her mom.” you explained as soon as you noticed both haru and senju were sleeping. you didn't know much about the akashi matriarch, just that the little ones looked more like her than takeomi did — but their eyes, and probably their beauty, were from her, too. “what about haru?”

“he didn't tell me.” takeomi explained, looking at his sleeping siblings. “probably the same thing. they were too young to remember it, so their imagination always make scary scenarios of what happened.”

you just nodded, hands stroking both senju’s and haru’s hair. you couldn’t imagine how life must’ve been hard for takeomi, needing to see his mother dying still as a teenager and having two younger siblings to tale care of. you knew he had made mistakes, but who wouldn’t? he shouldn’t have such a responsibility at such a young age, and you had the feeling that engaging in gang life and activities was his way to escape his home life — but he loved his little siblings in his own way, and it was adorable to watch a man who was used to give orders to at least a hundred men being bossed around by two kids.

“what about you?” your question took him by surprise and he sighed. it wasn’t easy talking about that day, but your voice always managed to extract the most horrible truths from his heart.

“there isn’t a single day that i don’t see my mom’s face when she died.”

you hummed, a quiet sound that even in the silent room, that takeomi almost didn’t hear it. “do you think she would’ve liked me?”

he chuckled. “of course. you would be mom’s favorite daughter in law ever, just look at how you treat my siblings. she couldn’t have asked for anything better, and neither did i.”

you smiled, despite the burn on your cheeks. “i love you.”

takeomi’s heart raced hearing such words, because he almost couldn’t believe them. you were too good for him, too amazing and kind to a man that didn’t deserve it. but despite all of that, he couldn’t help and feel like the happiest man alive. “i love you too.”

“i love y/n-nee too.” haruchiyo said, startling both of you.

“me too! so much!” senju added, making takeomi groan.

“please, just sleep and let me have a moment with my girlfriend.” that made both you, haruchiyo and senju to giggle, while takeomi closed his eyes and tightened his hold around his family.

you went to sleep with a smile on your face, wishing they would never change their ways.

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