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darlingbabyboo · 4 months

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hiii! (^o^)/

Dunno if your requests are open but if they are, would you mind sharing some of your hcs of what dating Souya would be like?

(Btw your writing stye is like so nice it's like sunbeams peaking out on a cloudy day, warm and enchanting to look at! ((o(*>ω<*)o)) )

'My Adorable Angry Boy...'

Summary: so what's it like dating one of the famed Kawata twins?

Notes: Requests are always open! And this is so nice 😭 Being compared to sun beams is such an honour omg!!!

Okay, so first we have to get into how you two first started dating

So how did your great love story begin?

Incredibly awkwardly to be honest

You two attended the same school but Angry had absolutely no idea how to confess to you

So he would just watch from his seat, not aware of how he's burning holes through your head

He cares, really, he's just a little stupid

Smiley is the one that really started the relationship

He was tired of how awkward y'all were and was just like, if I don't do it, no one will

"Listen, he doesn't hate you, he's a dumbass who doesn't know how to confess."

"W-What???" You look at the boy who's been burning holes through your head, the new information barely sinking in. Angry spares a small glance at you, before turning red and glaring at his brother.

"Smiley!" He exclaims.

The orange-haired gremlin only smiles wider, "you'll thank me for this later."

Everyone say thank you Smiley

After the awkwardness at first, you two do form a beautiful relationship

Angry is actually the sweetest boyfriend ever though

He's considerate in a way you would not believe

He will remember everything about you, making sure that you're always number 1

Don't worry if everyone else has forgotten about your birthday, Angry already got your back

"Souya, you didn't have to do all this!" You cover your mouth as you see your house completely transformed, streamers, banners, and everything bedazzled to the highest degree. In the middle, he sits on the table, with a homemade cake. Your eyes start to tear up "thank you so much."

Your boyfriend looks off to the side, the compliment making him turn red. "It's no problem, it's what you deserve."

And even if he's on the shyer side (especially compared to his brother), he won't be afraid of speaking up for you

If someone is bothering you, he won't be afraid to grab his brother and roll up to their house

It pays to have a delinquent boyfriend sometimes

"What's wrong with- hey!"

"This the asshole?" Smiley questions, fist crumpling around his collar.

Angry nods and narrows his eyes, "it's him."

The asshole holds up his hand, "hey, I don't know what you think I did, but I promise that you got the wrong guy."

Angry shakes his head, "no, I think I'm looking at the right guy." He sneers and cracks his knuckles, "this will teach you for harassing my girl."

He will not let anyone mess with his baby

Nicknames- I feel like Angry would be into soft/sophisticated, things like darling, honey, sweetheart

He's also a little insecure though, so be patient with him

He loves his brother more than anything but he also has to live in his shadow constantly, and sometimes it can sting.

"Souya, hun, are you okay?"

All the words he wants to say die on his tongue, only able to shake his head.

"Don't worry Souya, I won't leave you." You crawl into his lap, curling around him. He embraces you, sinking his head into your shoulders.

It's all he needs right now.

Angry is one of the sweetest guys in Tokyo Revengers, and anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend.

Can we share?

#angry x reader #angry kawata x reader #souya x reader #souya kawata x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers angst

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cannellee · 2 months

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HI-HI! I've been really enjoying your alpha! tokyo revengers fics and I was wondering if you were taking requests?

If so, could you do yandere! alpha! Kawata twins fighting over omega! reader before deciding to just share the reader? Like, the reader now has to deal with two yandere alphas who are working together.

You don't have to do it if you're too busy!! I just thought it would be a fun idea to explore and read.

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

yandere! alpha! kawata twins x omega! reader

tw : assault, rape attempt, curse words, possessive behaviour, isolation, sequestration, soft yanderes (sorry I made it extremely angsty for some reasons??)

my masterlist : ☆

(I feel like I didn't exactly answered your request, I still hope you'll enjoy reading it!

btw I'm trying a new format, different from my usual headcanons, I tried to make it as less boring as possible and not write anything unnecessary but I'm not sure... I would love to hear your thoughts !)

as far as you remember, it's always been the three of you. since you were little, your joyous friend group did everything together.

school hours were spent with you trying to appease their arguments, playing with them and going back home hands in hands.

as a kid, you were less aware of your surroundings and what was happening around you. you had a dynamic you were very much pleased with, smiley taking the role of your alpha, angry following meekly his brother, and you, you were their omega. they looked after you, with clumsy attempts at impressing you, growling to other kids when they were being mean.

to them it was clear since age 5, you are their omega. you never gave it too much though, at the time you simply went along with it, you growing instincts beckoning you to follow what your two alpha friends told you.

you noticed growing up that they became very dependent on you. the both of them seem to always know where you were, trying to be the first to help you carry your bags after you went grocery shopping, helping you with homework and asking questions about who hung out with today.

you liked this routine, and accepted gladly their presence. you were so close, it was only natural for them to stay close to you.

however, the older you became, the more they acted out of line. you could forgive them once or twice, but it soon became too much to bare.

their once innocent bickering, turned into a full war to see who was better suited for you. you surely hadn't expected this turn of event, angry having always went along with his brother's every words, seeing his in such a confrontation surprised you.

high school was tough. being in separated classes gave you a few hours break, but considered the interrogation which followed right after, you didn't know which was worse.

lunch period was spent in a secluded area where you gave to each their lunchbox. this was something they requested and eagerly waited every day. being able to taste their omega's cooking was a privilege they didn't take lightly!

careful though to prepare them identical, otherwise, - if one was to notice how you accidentally gave the other a bigger portion, or how you placed the sauce in a heart shape while the other couldn't witness that same attention in his- you would be met with a fight.

at first, they would verbally fight each other, cursing the other. however they recently started throwing hands, probably coming to the conclusion that it was the most effective method to assert dominance over the other.

sadly, none of these ever came to a decent end. they either would both tire the other out without any real "winner", or you would successfully stop them.

the situations really stressed you out, you didn't like them baring their teeth at each other. they're your precious friends and it makes you feel so sad to see them so hostile. whenever they went too far, unable to talk them out of their nonsense, your sent turned sour, incredibly painful to the nose, their behaviour even forcing a few whines out of you.

this would pull them of any trans they found themselves in seconds ago, stopping in their tracks to cradle you in their arms. your teary eyes and trembling lips did their job right, they hated that sight of you. how could they be the ones provoking such awful reactions out of you ? them who swore to protect and care for you.

"it's okay omega, we're so sorry"

"we didn't mean to scare you, it's over now please don't cry"

it seemed to be the only moment when they stopped to argue and instead focused on your wellbeing, their scent mixing with the other and completely showering you with their comforting pheromones.

· · ୨୧ · ·

to assume their aggressiveness doesn't go beyond their fraternal relationship would be wrong. you can't even count the number of time they teamed up to get rid of one of your poor classmates. they got too close to you, they said. you didn't like that one bit, nonetheless, you had little to no control over your entourage.

if angry or smiley considered someone to be too shady, threatening or unworthy of your time, they were quick to scare them off, no matter the irony behind their actions.

the same goes to anybody, really. they don't have to be associated with weird business to not being allowed to approach you. a male ? a friend with too much influence? someone who dares speak up about the twins' strange possessive behaviour with you ? or worst, an alpha ? all of them are nowhere near you the moment they surprise you talking to them.

a few broken ribs, a beaten up face and threats will keep them at bay from their precious omega.

by the end of the first month, everyone's heard of the rumour concerning you. and even though it's hard to confirm them, nobody's crazy enough to attempt finding out. and with the way you always smell of the two alphas' pheromones, it seems plausible.

you don't miss the worried glance thrown your way, or the hurried and panicked apologies whenever someone accidentally bumps into you.

having no one else to turn to, you spend all of your days either alone or with angry and smiley. they love it, love how you now rely on them. of course they'll give you all of their time !

they coax you into coming at their place more often, not caring if you miss a few classes. their bickering lessened, you note. but you can feel the tension in the air, whenever smiley's hand caresses you too close to your breast, angry is quick to yank it away. but they say nothing, your cries from last time being a lesson they'll never forget.

you spend a few nights there, watching movies while cuddling. you're able to find comfort in their arms, surrounded by their familiar scents.

despite how they tend to go overboard when it comes to you, you've never once felt threatened or in danger by their side.

actually, that's when you feel the safest. late night walks are no longer a foolish desire, they'll walk with you, each one on one side of you, watchful and alert. whether it's their reputation or the strong aura they emit, you've never been bothered when you're with them. you can't say the same when you go out alone, even during daytime. that's why you like the protection they provide.

· · ୨୧ · ·

they take you wherever you want. they always try to loose the other, angry making you walk faster when smiley has his back turned.

it never seems to work though, and at the end it's always the three of you.

they're always observant, especially in crowded areas. you really wanted to go to an amusement park, and upon seeing your hopeful eyes, they reluctantly agreed, already dreading how you'll be exposed to the eyes of countless of strangers.

"don't wander away y/n, we don't want to loose you, okay?"

you happily nod, too focused on what you could do next.

angry is tightly holding your hand while his brother is buying you a treat. the queue is long and you suggest that you go and try your luck at another stall.

you watch angry doing his best to earn that big plushy you had your eyes on earlier. you stay on the sidelines, softly cheering on him. while letting him focus on shooting the balloons, your eyes wander over the next stall. the prizes are even better and you tell him you're going to check the prices. you don't wait to check if he heard you and get going immediately, eyes glued to the huge teddy bear.

you slalom between the people, until you're able to see more clearly. this one is the same price, might as well try it too you thought.

you went to join back angry when a strong smell prevented you from doing so. a massive hand grips your arm before you can even do anything and you're dragged in the forest near the stalls.

the music is slowly fading away as you trash around. you're scared, unable to free yourself from this man.

he pins you against a tree, the darkness around you making it harder for you to make out his face. all you know is that his voice is low and frightening.

"what's a pretty omega like you doing here all alone, hm?"

he pulls your chin up, grabbing your ass. you froze instantly, eyes shutting on their own.

"come on, you can't tell me you went there without expecting something like that to happen"

time seems stuck, you can't help yourself from shaking and each of his movements send you into an even more distressed state.

his scent reeks, it's all over you. pleas leave your mouth one after another and you so desperately want angry or smiley to find you. surely they're looking for you now ? angry has noticed you weren't there anymore and alerted his brother, you hope.

"fuck, omegas like you always make me so fucking hard", he laughs, his hands undressing you despite your attempts at taking them off of you.

you successfully kick his nose, taking advantage of the moment of surprise to make a run for it. you almost instantly regret your act as soon as you feel him tackle you to the ground, having no problem getting to you, this alpha being obviously faster than an omega.

"you fucking bitch! quit trashing around and take it"

a slap is all it takes to stop all movements from you. the silence is excruciating, a ringing sound in your ears and his excited breaths as he unbuckles his belt are the only thing you seem to hear. your tears cascade over your cheeks. you don't dare move.

"there you go, now that's more like it. discipline always works with your dumb brains, fucking omegas.."

you shut your eyes, not wanting to see anything more, when you're suddenly freed from the painful weight over you. still, you don't move a muscle.

you hear your name being shouted and gentle arms making you sit.

"y/n ? y/n please are you okay ?"

you recognize smiley's voice and pheromones. you lean into him, accepting wholeheartedly the comfort he's providing.

you open your eyes to an extremely pissed off smiley. he's caressing your face, pushing a few strands of hair behind your ears.

"everything's fine now, angry is taking care of that bastard"

at the mention of his brother, when you turn your head to the side, you're hit by a bloody vision, one you never saw, before smiley tear you from it.

"don't look y/n. listen, we'll just go home okay? don't worry about anything, you're safe now. we're so sorry we couldn't get there sooner"

you can only nod, still very sensitive and vulnerable from what you just experienced. the sounds of angry beating up the alpha to death doesn't appease you one bit. with frantic pupils and distressed whimpers coming from you, angry does everything to keep his composure. the sight of his panic omega is atrocious and he can't believe it happened while you were with them.

he carries you in his arms, still making sure you can't see angry, "angry stop, you're scaring her"

it takes a moment, but you eventually stop hearing punches and bones being broken. then you're given a tender squeeze, your clothes dampened by blood.

you look up and see angry, his usual warm smile gone and instead looking at you with ferocious eyes. you cuddle closer to smiley's neck, nose buried in his scent gland. he's purring, hoping that'll ease you up.

the way back home is silent. you're covered with their jackets, to keep you from the cold and hide your naked shoulders after your clothes were torn apart.

you see them exchange a few glances, silently communicating, but you don't say anything, too occupied by the plushies angry gave you.

the walk is long, and the breathing of smiley lulls you to sleep soon enough, way too comfortable to do anything else.

"hey, we're home baby"

you feel yourself being put on a soft bed, you don't answer, too tired to do anything else. still, you wait for angry to say something too, which never happened. his silence is unusual and you can't help but worry.

"I'm really sorry for what happened, I shouldn't have left your side..."

"no of course not, it's not your fault, nobody's mad at you, just go to sleep okay, we'll talk tomorrow"

you only listen to him, an alpha knows better, you should've stayed close and listen for once, you feel really bad and disgusted at your behaviour.

you let them dress you up with their own clothes, a sweater from smiley and angry's sweatpants. you know that's also their way of reassuring you, and themselves.

· · ୨୧ · ·

"can't you see? the world is a scary and dangerous place. if you stay here, you'll be safe"

"angry and me will take care of you, together like you said we should, we won't argue anymore okay? so just let us love you baby"

head still fuzzy from waking up a few minutes ago, you're sitting at their table, eating the breakfast angry cooked.

you don't say anything at their words, events from last night preventing you from even finding a decent protest.

you can't help but feel like locking you up is wrong, but what can you say to them ? they're always there for you, and always will. you know they want the best for you.

"that's why we're doing this baby, I hope you understand, it's for you, only you"

"but, always staying inside still is a bit..."

"a bit what? what do you think would've happened yesterday night if we weren't there huh? are we wrong for our way of dealing with this? we're going to protect you, provide for you, isn't that enough?"

his voice scared you, he sounded mad, you didn't like that one bit. he unknowingly let out a more domineering presence, your omega not even able to protest. it forced your eyes on the floor, not daring to look up, in fear of upsetting the pink haired alpha more.

this was in those moments you got reminded of the painfully obvious difference between the three of you. angry and smiley were alphas, no matter how hard you would try to act as friends on a same level, the power imbalance between your two genders would always make it impossible for you to win an argument.

"it's just... I'm worried about your safety. we will protect you from everything, just rely on us for once"

you choose to stay quiet. you head was pounding and no matter what you replied, they would always find a way to prove you wrong.

you finished eating, letting them guide you back to their shared room. they dropped you on the floor, a small and tidy corner. you questioned them, wondering why smiley didn't carry you back to the bed you were on earlier.

when angry came in too, he held a few hoodies, blankets and pillows. he gave it to you, immediately understanding what he meant.

building a nest was a permanent thing, only done in places you consider home. it's very intimate and only the alpha's omega was allowed to come near it. to make you build such a precious space, inside their room ; you knew you weren't getting out of here any time soon. they were deeply serious about you.

smiley scented the first blanket, handing it to angry so he could do as well. they then gave it to you, softly urging you to start your nest.

you were hesitant, but eventually gave in. carefully placing each items, the two alphas practically purring from satisfaction with the way their omega was obediently going along with their request, trusting them enough to let them help her with her process.

"good omega, so docile for her alphas"

he takes you in his arms once it's all over, pushing your head against his neck, while laying down inside the soft nest you made.

you were quite proud of the outcome, having put much efforts to accomplish a well made nest.

"right, you're so pretty, we were so lucky to find someone like you. a sweet little omega, letting her alphas cuddle her like that, you're such a good girl"

you were ashamed to say their praises worked like a charm, and soon appeased your worries and constant questions. you wanted to trust them wholeheartedly. it felt too right, they sounded so right. praising flowing towards you, you felt loved and appreciated.

they both gave you soft, gentle kisses, a boy on each side, heat of their chest engulfing you entirely. you wish you could stay like this forever, in the warm embrace of your alphas.

their love for you would only grow from now, knowing that they now had full responsibility over you, their adoration having no limits. they'll work twice as hard to become he alphas you're deserving of.

and you'll stay in the safety of your home, patiently waiting for them every day to come back. you won't leave. you're now bound for life, especially after the claim they put on your neck.

a sign of the ownership and affection they so preciously hold over you.

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stxrmylxve · 1 year

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Hey babe had like the random of thoughts today. Remember that trend where you text your boyfriend or spouse like they were the outside guy/girl. "He/she is gone you can come by now" just to get their reactions.

Now imagine the chaos if it was Tokyo revengers boyfriends....

Mikey:

you :: [he’s gone, you can come over now 😙] mikey :: [the fuck?] you :: [oh.. hey!] mikey :: [open the door.] you :: [what?? you had a meeting?] mikey :: [not anymore]

you :: [he’s gone, you can come over now 😙] draken :: [who?] you :: [oh.. a friend.] draken :: [you sure about that?] you :: [yeah! 🤨) draken :: [not impressed. I’ll deal with you later.]

you :: [he’s gone, you can come over now 😙] baji: [huh?] you :: [oh uh] baji :: [who the hell was supposed to come over?] you :: [just a friend] baji :: [who the fuck was supposed to come over.] you :: [a friend!] baji :: […] baji :: [no.]

you :: [he’s gone, you can come over now 😙] hanma :: [oh fr? lemme slide in] you :: [whatt??] hanma :: [the fuck am I supposed to say?] you :: [uh… get mad?] hanma :: [you wouldn’t dare to cheat] hanma :: [I made sure of that] you :: [… what? 😀]

you :: [he’s gone, you can come over now 😙] souya :: [baby?] you :: [yes?] souya :: [...care to explain?] you :: […explain what?] nahoya :: [if you don’t tell me why souya is tearing up, I will fucking come to your house and will get it that way] you :: [he’s crying??!] you :: [NO MY BABY] you :: [I’ll be there in 5 minutes 🥹]

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kawataslvr · 15 days

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Summary: Angst -> Fluff ,, The final part im doing of this sadly,, Angry X reader ,, Izana isnt really present in this part (hence me just showing him off in the pics above 😞🙏) ,, Shit talking Izana

A/N : Making a non angst writing of Izana to make up to my glounderous wonderous king, THIS IS SHORT i feel like i delayed the upload so much.. ive been so busy and unmotivated. only 2 more reqs to go ✨

He/Him prns used

Chifuyu was more than mad at Izana, it wasnt like he could do anything to Izana.

Which pissed him off, he couldn’t just go fight the leader of Tenjiku.

But got did he wish he could.

One of the Kawata twins who you were close with, Souya, or better known as Angry came over comforting you.

Pampering you as if you were a child, he cuddled with you closely. Hearing your sobs hurt his heart more than enough.

If you said that Souya wasn’t the biggest part of you getting over Izana, you’d be lying.

In the process you accidentally falled for him, not that it was anything bad. Souya was a great dude, but thats also what you thought about Izana.

You were terrified to get back into the dating scene again, especially looking down at some of the bruises that were still healing.

Even so, Souya didn’t exactly force his feelings on you. He took it slowly and coaxed yoh into feeling safe and comfortable.

Without that feeling of suffocation falling behind it.

#tokyo revengers #male reader #x male reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #izana #izana kurokawa angst #izana angst #tokyo revengers izana #izana kurokawa #matsuno chifuyu #chifuyu matsuno #x male #chifuyu x male #angry x male #souya x male #izana x male

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jubilee40 · 2 years

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Reason(s) Why They Break Up With You ~ Hakkai Shiba, Rindo Haitani, and Souya “Angry” Kawata

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Characters: Hakkai Shiba, Rindo Haitani, and Souya “Angry” Kawata

Warnings: Angst

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Hakkai Shiba

The main reason Hakkai would want to break up would be because he is scared that his older brother Taiju and his brother's ex-gang members might try to harm his S/O.

Hakkai realized that Taiju is trying to change being violent toward him and Yuzuha but refuses to have you near him.

Before breaking up with you, he would have to ask Takashi Mitsuya for advice on what to do and what to say to you.

“Y/N, please don't be mad at me. I just want to protect you.”

“I'm sorry... I still love you though.”

Rindo Haitian

Rindo would only end things with you because he's either over it or is tired of how much you are “nagging” him to stop fighting and doing illegal things.

Your relationship with him was rocky from the start but exciting. He was used to one-night stands and friends with benefits so he wasn't used to how often wanted to talk and see him.

Rindo and you were mostly on and off because of him. It seemed like every week he was beating someone with his older brother Ran which took a toll on you but that didn't stop you from running back into his arms when he says a few sweet words and lying about how he will change.

“What the fuck do you want from me, Y/N?!”

“I want you to stop doing this crazy shit! You do realize you can go to Prison?”

“Stop being a bitch and nagging me!!”

Souya “Angry” Kawata

Souya and you have a great relationship. The only reason I could see the two of you breaking up would be long distance or maybe taking a short break because of a small argument.

The small arguments would be about his insecurities and you trying to convince him that he perfect the way he his.

The breaks would be no longer than 3 days to a week.

“Baby, I told you. I like you for the way you are. You shouldn’t compare yourself to Smiley.”

“But they..”

“No buts! Don’t listen to those guys they are just jealous of my, Crying Blue Ogre.” You stated, planting a kiss on Souya’s forehead.

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@ohgosh0777 @Miss-Uzumaki

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tokyo-revengers-writings · 2 years

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How they would comfort you after a bad day (TR Headcanon)

A/n: I promise you guys that I will have some good one-shots soon, doing headcanons is easier on my brain, so I'm trying to relax my brain before I start on my new projects.

Manjiro (Mikey) Sano

He wouldn’t immediately know you had a bad day

It would take him a hot minute to notice how quiet and tense you were

He’d ask, but he wouldn’t push it

He would invite you to drive around with him to get your mind off it

If you didn’t want to, he’d offer something else

Movie night, game night, you choose

He’d give you space, but he may check up on you to make sure you’re alright

He may sing shitty karaoke to make you feel better

Will sit around and eat ice cream with you, 8/10

Izana Kurokawa

He’s observant, so he’d see that you weren’t acting normal

He’d ask if you’re alright, but other than that, he wouldn’t press it

He definitely needs space when he’s had a bad day, so he’d do the same for you

Would offer advice if you talk to him and ask for it

He’d put a movie on and you two would just lay together and talk

Will 100% hug you throughout your entire rant

He may look intimidating, but he’s sweet once you crack his shell, 10/10

Mitsuya Takashi

Don’t even get me started about this man-

He’d notice right away and hug you

Will give you space whenever you ask for it

Won’t force you to talk, but he’d encourage you

He’d take you out for ice cream

Listen, I want ice cream rn, let me have fun!

Will only offer advice if you ask for it

Will listen without judgement

This man is a keeper, 100000/10

Nahoya (Smiley) Kawata

marry me

He might be an ass, but he knows when to stop

He wouldn’t notice you had a bad day whatsoever

He’d tease you and go way to far

Dude would be apologizing the whole time

He’d whisper in your ear about how much he loves you

He’d encourage you to talk, but won’t push it

Will offer advice (The quality is questionable)

He’d sit you on his lap and look at memes with you

A menace, but a sweet-ish one, 9/10

Souya (Angry) Kawata

The complete opposite of his brother

He’d know by the sound of your footsteps that you had a bad day

He’d hold you in his arms (if you’re comfortable with it) and ask you what’s wrong

Will not push the topic

Will lay in silence with you and just stroke your hair

If you ask for advice, he will give great advice

Will make it up to you in the morning by cooking breakfast and taking you wherever you want for the day

Sweetest boy, 100000000000000/10

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Masterlist

#tokyo revengers #souya kawata #manjiro sano #mikey sano #nahoya kawata #izana kurokawa #tokyo revngers #kawata twins #mitsuya takashi #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokrev izana #tokrev headcanons #tokrev #angst

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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You don’t have to do this request but Smiley’s reaction to his bf sacrificing himself to save Angry from a brutal stab in a fight with another gang? basically the bf pulled a Baji (death or no death is up to you)

Everyone say thank you for the angst lol

It all happened so fast, he barely felt the knife hit him as he pushed Souya away until he saw the bloody knife in the person's hand.

Souya didn't know what to do as he stared at the blood pouring out of his brothers boyfriend "shit! 'HOYA!" Souya cried out as he made (name) lay down and Nahoya... Nahoya went ape shit.

(Name) was dizzy as he watched his boyfriend wreak havoc "keep awake!" A voice rang out but he couldn't quite figure out who as flashing lights were fuzzy in his peripheral and before he knew it.

It was black.

No one had ever seen Nahoya "Smiley" Kawata so stressed as he paced back and forth the waiting room, Souya sitting with his head is hands as stress ate the twins away.

What if he died?

Oh god Nahoya doesn't think he could handle that.

He couldn't loose his boyfriend.

The doctors were in surgery and it was nerve wracking as the rest of Toman came to check on them.

"Come on, he would want you guys to get som sleep"

No witty comebacks, no snarky and slightly hostile attitude.

Nothing.

The Eldest Kawata allowed himself to be led away by Mitsuya and Souya and everyone noticed one thing.

He wasn't smiling.

His face looked... Lost.

They couldn't imagine what would happen if it was Souya...

All they could do was hope (name) recovered.

Six times.

That's how many times (name) apparently almost died in surgery.

(Name) looked so helpless as he lay on the bed, like a doll.

"Come on baby... Wake up"

The doctor said he was in a medically induced coma, there was no prediction on when he exactly would wake up.

Hours.

Days.

Months.

It was fucking terrifying to think about.

But nahoya would spend every second he could to make sure (name) woke to see his face.

He saved Souyas life after all, the least be could do is be there when his boyfriend woke.

"Please wake up... I need you" Nahoya said, a soft tenderness no one but his brother had ever seen.

Eventually he began telling (name) about the ramen shop, the twins bought an old place that needed a fair bit of TLC and God was their some fucking nonsense.

He barely realized (name) was staring at him with love sick eyes until his weak hand pressed back gently against Nahoyas.

"Babe...?" Nahoya said, not quite believing himself as (name) tried taking off the air mask "here let me!"

Once the mask was off (name) smiled weakly at the elder Kawata "hi baby..." (Name)s voice was hoarse as Nahoya immediately grabbed a cup of water for him and a straw.

"You sound like shit baby.." Nahoya joked slightly "I feel like shit" voice sounding slightly better "is he ok?"

Even when stabbed, (name)s focus was still on other people.

Wild.

"Yeah baby, he's ok...were ok"

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kazububs-archived · 2 years

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𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐲

includes: souya & nahoya kawata

cw: gn!reader, right person(s) wrong time cliche

wc: 2.7k

a/n: a late birthday present for the Kawata twins! This is immortal reader x time travelling Kawatas Listening to: Mausoleum - Rafferty

1753 - Spain

A green dress caught their eye without fault, the corset hugging your body so perfectly. It was as if you had the entirety of the dance hall entranced as your partner spun you around the floor. The roar of applause filled the room as the quartet settled. They fell still, as if their bodies had been turned to stone. Souya is the first to break the trance they had fallen under, a breathless laugh escaping him as you grab a glass of champagne.

Nahoya, with a white tux adorning his frame, stood as a stark contrast to Souya, who wore a black one of his own. A stolen glance from you was all it took, as the two made their way toward you, allowing your friend ample time to slip away as they approached. “Can I help you gentlemen?” You eye them, taking notice of the stark contrast between the two. The differentiation in their attire, hair color, down to their hairstyle. Souya’s hair tied up in a bun, with Nahoya allowing his hair free. “Why yes you can sweetheart,” Nahoya’s permanent smile only serves to widen, sharing a glance with Souya, whose eyes are darting around.

They both raise their hand towards you, a “may we have this dance?” spoken in unison to go along with the gesture. A small giggle slips past your lips as you glance towards the quartet, “I’ve never danced with two men at once, I must admit.” taking both of their hands in yours as they led you out to the ballroom floor. “Don’t worry darling, we’ll make it work. '' Souya says, as Nahoya stands off to the side, his hand sliding down to your waist as your own settles on his shoulder.

The music starts up as other couples join the floor, smiling, as you gaze into Souya eyes. ‘They are a very pretty shade of blue…’ you can’t help but notice as Souya leads as you two begin to dance. Eyes wandering to Nahoya, although you aren’t able to react fast enough when Souya is spinning you, causing you to step back, falling into Nahoya’s chest. “Careful sweetheart, don’t want you falling for me just yet.”

A blush dusting your face as you resume keeping in time with the music, “What makes you so sure I would fall for you or your friend?” His peachy hair flowing with his movements as Nahoya chides “Thought you were more observant than that love,” in a flash peach is swapped with a sky blue “We are brothers from a nearing kingdom.” As the music reaches its crescendo, Souya dips you down, faces so close together you could feel his breath on your lips.

Blushing, he avoids your gaze as you’re lifted back up and led back to where Nahoya was standing. “Well thank you for the dance gentlemen, it was truly an experience. I do hope to see you two again?” The twins share a glance before each grabbing a hand, leaning down to press a kiss to it. Peering up through their lashes they mumble out in unison “We can hope, my dear.”

Years upon years passed since your fateful encounter with the Kawatas. You knew in the back of your mind they wouldn’t keep their promise, trying to remind yourself ‘it's for the better, less they find out what I really am’. An immortal, who takes the form of someone in their early 20s, but has lived for thousands of years; that would scare any person away the second they found out your dirty little secret.

1822 - England

Working down in the factory takes most of your hours in the day, though the hours are long and you don’t have anyone to come home to; it makes life livable. Being immortal has its ups and downs but right now if you could only be back in Spain wearing that beautiful ball gown rather than an ash covered pair of overalls and t-shirt. ‘I’d take Spain please.’

After another long day at the factory, it wasn’t uncommon to go to the pub with some of your mates. “Aye y/n! Finally made it, thought ya weren’t gonna show” Laughing it off as you sat at the bar, ‘’Wow didn’t know ya thought so lowly of me, like some slag, eh?” A round of beer turned into two, three? It was getting hard to keep count, “Eh, ‘m going out for fresh air!” You holler over the noise of the men talking, releasing the stress and tension of work before getting back to their wives and family.

Leaning up against the cobblestone building, you glance at the stars. ‘The only thing that stays the same for me. The only thing I got left is you guys', you mumble out with a chuckle. Your attention is grabbed by two pairs of voices, one sounded rather drunk already, “I ain’t worried! I don’t know why you’re so worried ‘Hoya!” As the men come into view, your breath catches in your throat. ‘Peach and sky blue hair…I know them.’ Your mind started to think, staring at the two men leaning on each other for support. ‘No that ain’t possible, it has to be their descendants or something like that. I ain’t crazy.’ Wobbling to your feet, you reach a hand out to the wall to stablize yourself.

“Hey, ‘cuse me!” You holler out, grabbing their attention. They both look over and seem to freeze as they meet your eyes. ‘Why do I feel like I’m going to faint?’ Nahoya is the first to speak, letting out a confused “Eh?” It’s almost like you can see the gears turning in his head and before you can realize that maybe they aren’t those guys' descendants. “Wait, wait what the fuck.” Souya mumbles out, raising his hand to point to you, “Hoya what the fuck is this?!” Though Nahoya ignores his brother's calls, stepping forward to your frozen stature. “Spain, 1753, a green ball gown, right?” He breathes out almost in a whisper.

No no no no… this couldn’t be happening. This isn’t possible, it simply isn’t, right? It has been 69 years since you had been in Spain. These two should have been far more aged then they appear to be now. You grab your head, feeling as if it were spinning a million miles a second. “Hey! Hey what the fuck is this?!” Souya walks up to you, looking you up and down despite his drunken state; you can smell the liquor on his breath. Nahoya bursts out laughing as if this was the funniest thing in the world to him. “Barely recognized you with the short hair and total wardrobe change!” His laughter dies down as he grabs your hand, “We meet again, my love.”

This wasn’t happening, there is no logical explanation, you were the only immortal as far as you knew. Pulling your hand back you look at both of them, doubt and uncertainty swimming in your eyes which Nahoya doesn’t miss. “You, both of you, this shouldn’t be happening. Can you die?” Both brothers look at you as if you’ve just spoken another language, taken aback by your sudden question. Souya chuckles as if in disbelief “ ‘Course we can, what kinda question is that? Eh? Take us for some freaks?”

That was your push over. ‘Freak?’ Tears threatened to spill over your lash line as you turned your back running off into the night. Praying the day would come where they will leave your mind for good, and never return into your sight. “Begone and never return, please.”

Sydney - 1994

How many deaths have you faked at this point? Has to be in the 100s by now. As much as you want to feel guilt, knowing that it's fruitless to make connections with those around you, knowing they're going to die and you’ll outlive them by the centuries; humans are social creatures even if they are immortal. New century new you, right? That’s what you keep in your head as you walk down the open hallways letting a warm breeze brush through your body. Opening the door, you take a deep breath stepping into the lecture hall.

All eyes on you, you can feel the piercing stares of hundreds, maybe thousands of students in the auditorium. “So happy to see so many people attending today, I am your professor, and will be teaching HIST 2114 this term. I do hope you’re all ready to dive into the past and uncover what historians in our education system may have shadowed.”

Everything was going well, the first class ended without a hitch. As students flood out of the hall, you take notice of a pointed gaze on you; well rather two gazes. Looking up to meet them, you’re met with…

Peach and sky blue hair.

It feels as if you’ve been punched in the stomach. Those same eyes staring back at you as they make their way to the front of the hall. Nahoya is the first to call out to you, “Hey prof! Could we talk to ya for a second?” Souya trailing behind him as if he’s unsure he is believing that you were real. Any words fall flat on your tongue as you only manage to give a small nod to the twins. “Meet us at the waterfront 9pm tonight, teach” Nahoya whispers as he passed by you, “Smiley! Angry! You guys coming or what?!” A voice yelled from the distance as Nahoya gave a sly smile following Souya out of the room.

It felt like time was moving too fast and too slow all at the same time. Pacing around as you wait for the clock to strike 9; granted you’ve already been here for half an hour.

Maybe it's not too late, I mean they can’t possibly know right? That’s insane. You’re the only one of your kind, aren’t you? It feels like the world is spinning around you, everything a blurry mess as you grip your chest. “I can’t do this, this isn’t real this, i can’t.” Mumbling incoherently as you try to get motion in your feet that seem to be connected to the ground beneath. It's not too late it's not too late it's not- it's too late. Souya and Nahoya come into view as you feel your heart pick up.

“Do you know how hard you are to track down?” Souya is the first to speak, staring down at you. Furrowing your eyebrows at them, “Track down? What are you guys trying to kill me or something? What the hell is going on.” Both brothers share a look before Souya sighs. “Well don’t you think you need to do some explaining too?” Glaring at the two, you could feel your defenses up ‘what if they really are here to kill me?’

Nahoya lets out a nervous chuckle as he steps between the two of you. “Look Souya, I think we should tell them what’s going on first.” Sighing he runs a hand through his hair, “Well if it wasn’t obvious enough, we’re time travelers. I’ll be honest I don’t think we expected to meet someone who is also a time traveler. You caught us off guard is all, darling.”

Opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water as words seemed to die in your throat. ‘I’m a time traveler?’ Rubbing your neck you look at the brothers before you, “I uhh, don’t know where you got that idea. I ain’t a time traveler. I’m actually, aha, I'm immortal.” It was the brothers turn to look at you in disbelief.

A quiet beeping caught your attention as Nahoya patted his pockets, assumedly looking for whatever was making the beeping noise. “Fuck not now.” Souya mumbles out as he looks at Nahoya. “Shit not now!” Nahoya looks at you with panicked eyes as you look frantically between them. “What? What’s going on?” A small box held in Nahoya’s hand as he turns it to you, a small digital clock counting down.

0:27

“Wait what's going on? I don’t understand!” The brothers start taking steps back pitiful eyes staring back at you. “Please don’t come any closer, we don't want you to get hurt.” Nahoya mumbles out as he glances down at the device.

0:19

“We’re sorry, let's meet again?” Souya calls out as the brothers link their hands together. Your heart feels like it's going into overtime as your brain matches the speed, ‘meet again?’

0:08

Tears prick your eyes threatening to spill, “Hiroshima! I’ll be there in the new century! Please let's meet again!” You yell at, fighting against your feet to run towards them, to get answers, to stay with them. A smile flashing from both of them before a flashbang of light makes you turn away.

0:00

Dropping to your knees, air finally filling your lunges. You can feel the cold grass brushing up against your legs as you look at where the twins did stand. Hiroshima huh? Breathing out a chuckle, you stagger back onto your feet. “Guess I gotta figure out how to get to Japan.”

2008 - Hiroshima

“I guess it is starting to get colder” Wrapping your arms across your chest trying to save any body heat left that’s escaping through your sweatshirt as the cool breeze blows through you. Dry leaves skim across the pavement as the sun enlarges your shadow in front of you.

Walking down the pathway, the trees dance under the wind as you look up to admire the pretty colors. You notice a stairway. “Has that always been there?” Mumbling to yourself as you turn to face them. Old cobblestone stairs wrapped in weeds and dainty flowers. Shrugging you start your descent up them, curious to see what’s at the top.

As you get closer you can hear voices, maybe this is a shrine? Though getting closer, it's starting to sound like a lot of voices. Biting your lip, you near the top of the stairs you peek at the crowd that’s gathered. “Oh fuck, a gang and it looks like a fight is about to break out.” You were about to turn your back to get out of that scene before you regretted it; until. “So who wants to die first!” That voice. That’s his voice. 'Fuck. Run to him, run to them. You can't, it isn't safe.' a mental battle in your head leads you walking down the steps.

If it's fate, then maybe it's time to let fate take control.

Minutes tick by as you hear the voices coming closer and closer to the bottom of the staircase. Standing off to the side, you kept your head down peeking through your lashes to see if you could spot them; peach and sky blue. After what seemed like everyone was leaving, you heaved out a sigh. 'Maybe we aren't meant to meet just yet.'. Pushing yourself off the ledge from the staircase you start heading back home.

"Souya c'mon! Let's grab some snacks before we head back!" The voice calls out, followed by a sigh "I guess we could get somethin' " a calmer voice following the energetic one, making you turn around so fast you could have sworn you almost got whiplash.

Peach and sky blue hair.

Your hand slaps over your mouth sniffling, as tears blur your vision.

"Smiley! Angry!" You shout out, unable to move from your spot as you watch them turn around to follow your voice. Their eyes widen as they see you. Nahoya is the first to make a move, sprinting towards you with his smile seemingly bigger; if that's even possible. Souya followed close behind with tears lining his eyes. “Y/n!”

Two pairs of arms wrap around you as they press themselves against you. Sniffling is all that could be heard between the three of you. “I felt like I was never gonna see you guys again, I’ve been waiting for so long.” You mumble through labored breaths trying to calm down.

“We can stay.” Souya speaks out, glossy eyes matching yours, Nahoya chuckling at his eagerness to tell you. “We found a way to stay here with no time limit.” Pulling back to meet both of their eyes, dumbfounded by what was just said. “You’re kidding? Please tell me you aren’t.”

Tears sliding down your face as they each grab your hands. Leaning down to kiss on the top of your hand, just like the first time you met on the ballroom floor.

“May we have this dance, my dear?”

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decomposing-romantic · 2 years

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RoleSwap AU pt. 1

Nahoya, Mary, and Rindou (feat. Souya)

First, my OC ~

Her name is Yamamoto Mashiho (the younger sister of Takuya, since he’s basically Shinichiro in this au) and she’s nicknamed Mary. This nickname comes from her younger brother who is half foreign, and his name is Jonah. Since their family runs a shrine (as well as a gym/dojo) he felt especially ostracized for this and there would be kids who bullied him for having a foreign name and being half foreign, so Mashiho stepped in and told the kids who were making him to leave him alone as well as scaring them away, then she told him that from then on he could pick a foreign name for her and that’s what she’d go by, so that they matched. He chose Maria and eventually this got shortened to Mary, and the name just stuck from then on.

She plays a very similar role to Mikey in this au, including having dark impulses and continuously ending up living a bad life in the future, no matter what changes are made. Not only that, but she’s also quite charismatic (like Mikey) and it’s this charisma that draws her gang members, Yuzuha, and others to her like a moth to a flame. This tragic life trajectory is also what caused Yuzuha’s motive to shift towards the end of the story.

Now onto Rindou ~

Rindou is the Baji of this au, sort of. Her connection to Mary and the delinquent world started with and comes from her attending the Yamamoto family dojo/gym in her childhood to have some away time from Ran. She became friends with Mary due to them being on the closest strength levels to each other in their age range and often play fighting with each other, as well as the fact they were both the only girls in that class. This leads to Rindou coming over to the dojo even when she doesn’t have classes.

Ran never attends with Rindou as he doesn’t have any real interest in those sorts of things, instead spending his time either sleeping or taking care of his appearance and hair/fashion. As the years went on though, Ran did eventually join them, not liking that his sister spent so much time away from him, and also just wanted to be involved in the group, as well as Rindou give of just, dragging him along. I’m not entirely sure how to explain it but you get what I mean.

Also, because Rindou is genderbent in this au, it adds a level of tension the relationship he has with Ran.

Brief segment for Souya !!

Souya is the Senju of this au and the one who adopts the last name Kawata as a pseudonym/work name. He believes that he caused the huge fight between Mary and Nahoya, and he ends up carrying up the weight of thinking he’s the reason his brother became so messed up. Despite his train of thought, this isn’t true and what Souya did, aka breaking a doll that Takuya had given Mary, was only the tipping point for a pre-existing issue.

And finally onto Nahoya ~

Nahoya is the Sanzu of this au. He knew the Yamamoto siblings through his older brother, Kazushi (this isn’t canon it’s just for the sake of the story. this also makes Nahoya’s real last name to be Yamagishi). Takuya and Kazushi had been best friends since childhood and they never stopped being friends, with Kazushi even being the vice captain of Takuya’s gang at one point.

Becuase of the status of their relationship Nahoya spent a lot of time at the Yamamoto household (as did Souya and Kazushi) where he too became friends with Rindou and Mary. However, because of the close nature of Takuya and Kazushi’s relationship, Mary and the twins were more like siblings than friends, with Mary even calling Kazushi her older brother as well. Despite Souya and Nahoya being twins though, Souya was often “excluded” from hanging out and playing with the other three because he was deemed as weaker. Despite this all four of them were very close and got along quite well.

Although, after one very bad argument while the Yamagishis and Rindou were over (the very same argument that Souya thinks he caused) things got out of hand, and Mary ends up splashing boiling water on Nahoya’s face and slashing at his mouth, after fighting off Rindou to do so. The fight ended up causing something to snap in Mary and Nahoya’s mind, and from that day on Nahoya, Rindou, and Mary were never the same.

Mary was consumed by lurking Dark Impulses, Rindou threw himself into studying martial arts and making sure he was never unable to protect his friends again to the point it started to affect him negatively at school and he was prone to violent outbursts, and Nahoya became manically and unhealthily dependent on/attached to Mary, even when the two were separated he viewed her as a merciful leader who justly punished people for their wrong doings and he devoted himself to aiding her, viewing himself as nothing more than a pawn in her court.

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sohya · 1 year

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oceans & engines by niki is gonna make me write the most heart-wrenching angst w souya

#i'm thinkingggggg right person wrong time #could promise im gonna cry but all of the souya angsts ive written on my self ship blog have made me cry into my pillow #omg wait i just got my lashes done yesterday so i cant cry today #new challenge then i'll try n write it without crying

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kazutora-kurokawa · 2 months

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Souya, draken and taiju x fem reader where she has a sad day and crawl in their lap and rest her head on their chest as she cries

TokRev x Stressed!Reader

♡ SFW, fem reader, angst, comfort and fluff ♡

note: thanks for requesting anon, I hope you had a good day and I hope you enjoy 🩵

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Souya

Souya had just gotten home from work and the last thing he was expecting to see was you balled up on the couch looking depressed. He sits next to you and within seconds you're in his lap with his arms wrapped around you. He can feel your body shaking against him and your tears soaking his shirt.

"It'll be okay pretty girl, you'll feel better soon."

Obviously he doesn't know why you're upset or if there's even a reason why you're upset, he just knows that he hates seeing and hearing you cry. He spends the rest of the night consoling you, planting kisses on your head, and praising you.

Draken

Just as he was on his way out the door, you barged in and attempted to walk straight past him. He reaches out and grabs your shoulder, spinning you so that you're facing him.

"What the hell y/n? Why'd you rush past me like that?"

His face softens when he sees the tears forming in your eyes. After leaning down to kiss your forehead he walks you over to the couch, gently pulling you onto his lap. His big hands slowly trace patterns in your back and he rests his head on yours as you sob into his chest.

Taiju

You walked through the door of Taiju's apartment in a terrible mood and crash land onto his couch. Taiju can immediately sense that something is off with you and walks over to you to find out what's wrong.

"You look like you had a crappy day, what's wrong darling?

You tried to open your mouth, but all you could do was break down in tears. It's not long before you feel his strong arms wrap around you and pull you into his lap. He doesn't bother asking you about your day again and just rubs your back while you cry.

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jaycewrites-192000 · 4 months

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Secret

Summery: Rindou and reader have been dating in secret, and when reader finds out Rindou had injured Angry in a fight, she has no other choice but to confront him.

Pairing(s): Platonic!Nahoya Kawata x Platonic!Reader x Platonic!Souya Kawata, Rindou Haitani x Reader

Warning(s): Angst with happy ending

Credit to: @lostsomewhereinthegarden for the idea!

A/N: This would be a one-off, idk if within the series the kawata sister (reader) would be in a relationship with anyone. But, there is going to be a mini series where she does actually get a boyfriend. However, that’s not gonna be canon to the actual Kawata Sibling series either lol. Just for fun really.

“I feel like I could have helped out more if I showed up to the fight. I’m worried about Souya.” Y/n says as she helps her oldest brother onto his wheelchair. “Also you’re not suppose to be out of the hospital yet dummy. You too Mitsuya.” Y/n mutters, Mitsuya chuckles awkwardly. “Yeah. I know.” Smiley was insistent on leaving early. And once he decides to do something, he does, and no one can stop him. “Don’t want to help out your brother and friend in need? How cruel.” Smiley teases. Y/n rolled her eyes. “I don’t care to help. But like I said, I’m worried.”

“Mhm. Me too.” Smiley nods. “I think you guys are too paranoid.” Mitsuya speaks up. “Those guys can handle it, they’re unreasonably strong. You two don’t have anything to worry about, they’ll pull through.” He says with a confident smile. “Of course there strong. That’s not what we’re worried about.” Y/n tells him. “It’s Souya, I’m mostly concerned with.” Mitsuya gives you a confused glance, before he could question you, Smiley spoke again.

“I bet he’s crying right about now.”

“Crying?” Mitsuya raises an eyebrow. “When Souya cries…he turns into a monster. He’s even stronger than me when that happens.” Says Smiley lowly. “He might up killing someone.” Y/n’s voice trembles slightly. Mitsuya was shocked. He had never seen Souya in a state like they’re describing. Was it really that serious? That intense? “There’s gonna be some pretty ruthless fighters there too.” Mitsuya sighs. “Especially those Haitani brothers. They’re no joke.”

Y/n froze. Haitani brothers? Did he mean…those brothers?

“Haitani brothers?” Y/n looks to him, Mitsuya noticed her near panicked expression. He nods. “Ran and Rindou Haitani. You know them?” No. No way. It couldn’t be them…it couldn’t be him fighting. Now Y/n had more than one reason to be worried. Her brother could kill someone, not only that, but he would be seriously injured by Rindou or he would end up seriously injuring Rindou.

She didn’t want either of those outcomes. She didn’t want her brother hurt.

“Y/n? Are you ok?” Smiley asks, noticing her shaking shoulders.

And she didn’t want her boyfriend to be hurt either.

Y/n had never been so sad, relived, and angry all at once like this before. Sad her brother Angry had suffered such serious injuries, relived that he came back alive, and angry that her boyfriend was the cause of it all. She knew Rindou was a delinquent, but he never said he was in a gang. Not only that, he was responsible for hurting her friends as well as her brother.

Eventually Y/n had to come clean about her relationship with Rindou. Mitsuya agreed to stay quiet about it for now, but advised she be honest with the rest of Toman at some point. As for Smiley and Angry. They were less than pleased. They didn’t blame her for not knowing Rindou was in a gang. But they weren’t happy about her dating him.

They didn’t control her, they knew at some point Y/n would get into a relationship if she chose to do so. But the fact she was dating Rindou of all people, made them unreasonably upset. Again. They can’t tell her what to do, but they made it clear they didn’t approve of her and his relationship.

And honestly. Y/n was on the fence herself. After that fight, she and Rindou hadn’t talked. Rindou had actually reached out to her a few days after, but she ignored him. The more he tried to call or text, the more she would ignore it. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to see him right now, let alone talk to him.

Eventually, it got to the point where she couldn’t ignore him anymore and agreed to meet up with him.

Rindou waited for Y/n at a near by park late that night. She snuck out of the house to see him, and when she arrived, she didn’t make the first move to speak. She just stared at him, taking note of his still recovering wounds on his face. Souya was responsible for that for sure. That fact alone slightly calmed and satisfied her anger.

Rindou finally spoke. “Hey…” Y/n nods her head. “I guess you found out. And that’s why you’ve been ignoring me.” Again, she nods. Rindou sighs. “I was going to tell you. But, I knew that you were in Toman at that point. You have to understand why it would be difficult for me to be honest.” It was true. Typically, two people from different gangs trying for a relationship, wouldn’t end well for anyone.

Y/n did understand that much. But she was still angry. Eventually she spoke. “A lot of that could have been avoided if you were just honest.” She muttered. “Could have saved us both a lot of heartache.”

“Would you have broken up with me if I told you?” Rindou asks. Y/n couldn’t ignore the slight tremble in his tone as he asked that. His expression might have seemed calm, but his body language said otherwise. He was tense, nervous, perhaps even scared.

“I…I don’t know.” Y/n sighed. She really did like him. He might have been a smug, sarcastic jerk sometimes. But he made her happy. And she made him happy, whether she knew it or not. Rindou likes her just as much, if not more. Which is why it was all the more painful to say these next words.

“I understand if you want to break up. It’s my own fault.” Rindou started. “I should have been honest from the beginning. That fight couldn’t have been avoided, but at least you could see me as just some other punk who was trying to hurt someone you loved.” He said, referring to her brother. And maybe there was some truth to that. If Y/n knew he was in a gang, maybe she would have put a stop to her feelings for him right then and there. She would have hated him for hurting her brother. She might have even tried to beat him down herself when she got the chance.

But Y/n be a liar if she said that was true.

Even if she did know from the start. She would have stilled loved him. It would have hurt, but she couldn’t ignore her feelings.

When you didn’t answer him right away, he sighed and tried to pay no mind to the deep ache in his chest. “I’ll leave you alone. I’m sorry for lying to you Y/n.” Rindou says before turning to leave. Finally, Y/n made a move. She reached for his hand to stop him from going anywhere. Rindou freezes and looks back at her. “Y/n?”

“Don’t go making those kinds of decisions on your own. I’m not done with you yet.” She mutters, looking down at the ground, hiding her face and the tears that pooled in her eyes. “I don’t want you to leave.” She finally admits. Rindou felt her hand squeeze his as she spoke with a shaking voice. “I hate you for lying to me. And I hate you even more for hurting my brother. But…”

Finally the tears came streaming down her face. She couldn’t hide the sobs that left her while she spoke.

“I love you too much to let you go.”

Rindou wasted no time, he pulled her in and hugged her close to his chest, petting her hair soothingly as she cried. The two stayed in each others embrace for another moment before speaking again.

“I won’t go anywhere.” Said Rindou. “Not as long you want me to stay.”

Y/n sniffed. “Good. Also…”

Rindou looked down at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something. He then groaned as he felt her fist collied with his gut. It wasn’t enough for him to double over in pain, but enough to get her point across.

“That’s for my brother you jerk!”

Rindou laughed weakly. “Yeah. I deserved that. Speaking of…” He held her a little tighter. “What do your brothers think about this?”

“They hate it.”

“Figures.” Rindou sighs. “I don’t blame them. I’d hate me if I were in their place. What are we gonna do now?” He asks. Y/n shrugs. “Only they and Mitsuya know. And they aren’t telling anyone, they want me to. But…” Y/n leans up and kisses Rindou on the cheek. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

Rindou chuckles. “Good luck with that.”

“You’re telling them too.”

“Huh!?”

“I’m not doing this by myself! It’s the least you can do for lying to me!” Y/n says firmly. Rindou sighs. “Alright. I’ll do it.” Y/n smiles warmly and nuzzles into his chest. “Good. I’ll hold you to it.” Rindou couldn’t help but smile too, he gave her a quick kiss on the head. “You better get home. I’m sure your brothers won’t be to happy about you sneaking out.”

“How are you so sure I snuck out?” Y/n asks. “Because since when do you do anything you’re not suppose to without being sneaky about it?” Rindou counters. “Fair.” Y/n shrugs. “Just a few more minutes though.” She says, hugging him tight. Rindou rolled his eyes with a grin.

“Whatever you say.”

#rindou haitani #rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #nahoya kawata x reader #nahoya kawata #souya kawata x reader #souya kawata

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Can I request souya x reader fluff 🙆‍♀️

Ima come clean, souya is better at being adorable than nahoya

It was your birthday today, but souya had disappeared without a notice. You had hoped he would show, it was your big 20 after all.

“He has a life, leave him alone y/n.” you muttered to yourself as you continued to organized, deciding to put your mind to things that needed to get done to occupy yourself until he arrived home.

Hours passed, and even music became boring. You sighed to yourself and put down the broom, setting it against the wall and walking onto the balcony.

You gazed up at the stars, the bussling city below buzzing about. You traced your street with your eyes before your eyes settled on a familiar car parked down the street.

“Why is takemichi’s car down there..” you say aloud as a soft sigh emerged from behind you. There stood the man you had longed to see the whole day, your little blueberry head.

“Oh.. hi souya.” you mutter as your bottom lip jutted out as you turn away. He muttered a small “hi” and hugged you from behind, swaying with you as you both examined the city.

“Where were you..?” you say quietly, a small tear forming at the corner of your eye as souya lets you go and hugs you from the front instead, the tears soaking into his shirt turning it a dark grey.

“I’m sorry.” is all he said as he pet your hair, more and more tears unintentionally flooding out of your eyes as you saw the clock that said you only had 2 more hours of the day you called your birthday.

“Why did you disappear?!” you blabbed out as you punched his chest, a pained look on his face from seeing what he had done to you flooding his face.

Small pats were heard as a small dog came running onto the balcony, running circles around your feet as your eyes went wide.

“Is that a..”

“the dog you wanted.” he said with a small smile as you got down on your knees and the dog stood up, licking the salty tears off of your face. The puppy was perfect, the exact one you had been talking about for.. hell, years now.

“Meet your new puppy.” Takemichi says as he sets the puppy’s crate and joins you outside, putting out his cigarette and fixing his tux.

“I told you to put the cigarette out before you came in!” souya scolded as takemichi grumbled back, a laugh erupting from you which silenced both of them instantly.

“Y’all, it’s my birthday, let’s just celebrate so mr. business man can get back to his spouse.” you said with a smile as takemichi glared at you before shrugging and walking in, allowing the puppy in first before anyone else.

Maybe the last two hours wouldn’t be alone afterall.

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inkykeiji · 7 months

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all wrongs do me right

characters: kawata souya x fem!reader x kawata nahoya

genre: smut with the tiniest sprinkle of angst

notes: i haven’t been able to get the kawata twins out of my head since the first episode of season three so here’s an icky lil piece about souya jerking off to nahoya fucking his girlfriend! as always please heed the warnings and stay safe! | title credit: taste of you by rezz ft. dove cameron

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, souya is a nasty little virgin, traces of twincest if you can read between the lines, stuffy humping, masturbation, voyeurism aka jerking it to a poor unwitting couple (or are they? muahaha), implied rough sex, slight daddy kink with nahoya

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Souya feels fucking sick.

It’s something bitter and thick, something that coats the lining of his stomach and sours the back of his tongue, something that furls into a thick, hard lump and lodges itself in his throat.

It’s something he can’t fucking help.

Souya has barely spoken more than a handful of words to you—you, always so sweet, so nice, so kind to him; you, always desperately striving to include him in activities and conversations despite his unintentionally sharp edges and inherently callous tone; you, always gracious, never shameless, even in the face of his accidental offense—but he’s stained his stuffies and his sheets to you more times than he can count.

Tonight will be no different.

He should feel fucking disgusted in himself, he’s sure—he does feel fucking disgusted in himself, he thinks. But it’s not enough to stop him.

Nothing ever will be.

Even though his bedroom is all the way across the expanse of the flat, he can still hear you, every single time.

He swears if he listens hard enough, he can even hear that precious little gasp, caught somewhere between surprised pleasure and sharp pain, as his twin brother pushes his cock into you for the first time that night.

If he shuts his eyes tight enough, he can even imagine your back arching off the mattress as Nahoya fills you, each vertebra bending with each inch shoved into you, spine forming a perfect curve, hips inadvertently pushing downward, eager to meet Nahoya’s.

You must look so gorgeous—at least half as gorgeous as you sound, if not even more so. Souya wishes he could see you, just once—he thinks that would be enough to satiate the gnawing and clawing at the bottom of his ribs, maybe.

Maybe if he had a photo or two, or a short video, he wouldn’t be forced to resort to such deplorable methods every night; maybe he could even jerk off discreetly, stain his bedspread to the thought of you quietly and without any of your help, instead of encroaching on your privacy like this.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Because as much as he wishes it wasn’t, and as much as he tries to trick himself into believing it isn’t, this is a compulsion, an addiction, a creature raging out of his control, growing stronger and stronger with desire, with desperate need, every day.

Maybe he’s stupid to think it could ever be satisfied with anything less than your cunt. Maybe he’s stupid to think that it could even be satisfied at all, that this voracious, all-consuming craving isn’t eternally greedy, perpetually needy, that it’s hunger isn’t boundless and it’s yearning won’t grow once it gets a single taste of you.

A loud whine draws him out of his rumination, his cock twitching against his old stuffed shark in response, and he bucks his hips against it twice, smearing a webby streak of precum across the fuzzy material, its fur gone all clumped and crusty from too many nights like these.

That whine in particular never fails to inspire a full flock of butterflies to flutter in his tummy, a half-stifled whimper of your name heavy on his tongue.

This is how it always starts; some aimless humping, lazy and languid with no real tempo, briefs already kicked to the foot of his bed in a crumpled little heap, hips squirming and writhing in erratic little motions as he rubs up against his stuffy—just teasing, really, exactly like what Nahoya’s currently doing to you.

It never stays like that for long, though.

Because Souya just can’t fucking wait—too eager, too desperate, too hungry to ever take his time with it at all, to indulge, to savour, to draw it out—and it always materializes into Souya curling a fist around his cock much too early, his other arm wrapped firmly around his stuffed shark as his hips roll and his hand works, the head of his cock grinding against the plushie, a leg thrown haphazardly over it.

It’s really fucking perverse.

But your moans are already climbing in pitch and frequency, too, meaning Nahoya has already traversed past his tantalizing and is moving on to something a little more satisfying.

As expected.

By this point, Souya’s such a seasoned pro that he knows the general pattern and rhythm of your whimpers and moans and mewls, the general pace and timing of his brother’s fucking, that he can stroke his cock in the same manner.

If he focuses hard enough, closes his eyes and hones his concentration, he can almost imagine it’s him fucking you instead. It wouldn’t be all that different, would it? His cock’s half an inch shorter than Nahoya’s, but it’s a little girthier, which Souya thinks probably makes up for it.

He’s sure it wouldn’t feel all that unusual to you; not when he has Nahoya’s style and pattern of fucking so memorized that he’s sure he could imitate it pretty well, given the chance. How much different could it be, really? They are twins, after all—he bets with a blindfold on, you might not even be able to tell the difference at all.

Maybe. Maybe not. He sure would like to find out, though.

A stab of guilt sears through his stomach, chased by sick thorns of pleasure sprouting in his gut, the fisting of his cock accelerating. He’s not sure Nahoya would take too kindly to Souya thinking of you in such a manner. He’s not sure he cares.

Because it all feels so good, head gone cloudy with a thick haze of hedonism, smothering any flickers of remorse, consuming them and adding to the sheer exhilaration of it all.

Pathetic little noises keep leaking through the gaps of his teeth and the seam of his lips no matter how stubbornly he tries to silence them, pulled from his throat with each swift tug of his hand.

He can’t hear much of what Nahoya’s saying to you, his voice too muted to be anything other than an indistinct rumble undertowing your precious little sounds, but whatever it is, you’re eating it up.

“Please, please, pl-please,” you’re begging in response to whatever his niichan just said, needy and strained, and his cock throbs violently in his palm.

“Please, please, please,” Souya’s rasping out in tandem, stroking his cock in hard, fast, thorough yanks, in perfect time with the fractured words his brother is fucking out of you.

It’s really cute, how increasingly sloppy you get the more Nahoya fucks you, twining your words together with threads of saliva, all slurred and messy. Nahoya gets that way when he’s close, too. Souya thinks it’s kind of nice, the way the two of you match like that.

It’s all so insanely hot, and every once in a while Souya gets extra lucky, fortunate enough to capture a smattering of words from his big brother—never anything more than a handful, just tatters of a single sentence—but his stomach swoops every time he hears that assertive amusement dyed with patronization, Nahoya’s voice husky and edges of his letters gone wispy with breathlessness, Souya’s cock pulsing hotly as another rush of blood surges southward.

“—Wanna be—little fucktoy?”

“I wanna,” you’re gasping out. “I wan’it s’bad!”

Christ, how can someone be so fucking sweet and so fucking sexy at the same time? It’s an intoxicating combination, one that goes straight to his cock, one that twists a feverish warmth in his gut and pulls his muscles stiff and taut.

“Yeah, yeah, take it,” Souya mumbles into his stuffed shark, the rocking of his hips speeding up as he hastily fucks his fist, words tapering off into a gravelly whine, almost as if he’s pleading. “Ta-Take m’cock.”

Nahoya murmurs something else, voice too low for Souya to make out anything other than the notes of sadistic glee steeped in his tone, but you cry out an affirmative in reply, the yelp jostled by Nahoya’s snapping hips.

“S’good, Daddy, s’good, your cock is so good,” you nearly sob, chanted out like it’s a fucking prayer, garbled and soaked with spit, fading into an airy little mewl.

“Fuck, f-fuck,” Souya’s hips stutter, that heat in his belly blazing, curse snarled out through his nostrils in a harsh, stammered breath. “Ha-ah, fuck.”

The expletive breaks on his tongue, jagged and high, and Goddamn it, Goddamn it—

He has to keep it down, for God’s sake—he knows this, knows that, logically, if he can hear you two, then you two can probably hear him, too.

The thought sends a vile thrill shooting through his gut, palm squeezing the head of his cock, the ball of his thumb rubbing across it in slow, lopsided circles, doing little to stifle his rapidly building orgasm, fervour coiling in his belly. An exceptionally loud grunt—much too loud to be discreet, that’s for sure—pries its way past his lips, rough and ragged and full of razors.

And God, he’s so gross, he’s so fucking gross, and can you hear him? Huh? Can you hear him? He hopes you can hear him.

Can you hear him, fucking himself to just the sound of you? Can you hear him, humping away at his old stuffed animals like the dirty little virgin he is, pretending it’s your body, your hip, your thigh? Can you hear him, fragments of your name slicing his tongue, tangling in his drool, never the full thing, shards bitten back and swallowed down to fester in his heart, to feed the animal living inside his ribcage?

Can Nahoya?

What does Nahoya think? How does Nahoya feel about his baby brother jerking his cock every time his niichan fucks his girlfriend, without fail, like fucking clockwork? Would he be disgusted, or did he get that same sordid gene Souya did—that knack for the naughty, for the nasty, for the downright nauseating?

They are twins, after all.

Another spear of guilt pierces his chest, radiating sparks of euphoria through his limbs, wicked little flares that leave his blood fizzing and tummy smoldering, adding to the dull, dense heat collecting in the pit.

He should feel worse about all of it, he thinks. He should feel worse about the utter disrespect he’s showing to the both of you, but he doesn’t. It’s hard to feel anything at all other than the push and pull, the tug-of war between rhapsody and repulsiveness, one only working to fuel and heighten the other.

Thick cords of drool are dribbling from the corners of his mouth now, panted out with his hot breath and his whimpered words, rolling along his jaw and dripping, slow and sticky, to puddle in the ridges of his pillowcase. Are you this filthy, too, when Nahoya fucks you?

You’re getting close now, he can tell, moans catching on Nahoya’s rough, fast thrusts and shattering into choked little gasps.

You’re trying to get his name out, and God, it’s so fucking cute, adorable little Naho-Nahoy-Naho!’s spilling from your throat in a single continuous stream, juddered by his big brother’s plunging hips.

Would you sound just as pretty trying to get Souya’s name out?

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Nahoya’s panting out, voice still tinged with that trademark teasing tone, almost as if he’s egging you on, a question of if that’s all you got infused into his words.

A threat is uttered, something about hurrying and making a mess on Daddy’s cock, and Souya coughs around the spit pooling beneath his tongue, wheezing out strands of saliva smudged and gauzy across his stuffy.

Because Christ, you’re so obedient, so keen to please, a chain of jagged affirmations pouring past your lips punctuated with the sweetest sounds of effort, your dedication to his big brother so fucking sexy, your dedication to his big brother rivaling his own.

A growl rumbles behind his ribs, and Souya shoves his face in his stuffy, teeth sinking into the cotton flesh in an attempt to muffle the sound.

His jaw already hurts from being clenched so tightly, a stiff ache that has settled deep within the straining hinges, something he’ll spend half an hour massaging out tomorrow morning.

But right now it doesn’t matter, not when that ball of heat is roiling in his gut, curling tighter and tighter and tighter with each quick pump of his fist, teetering on the edge of an explosion.

It’s as though he can’t jerk himself fast enough, hips twitching in quick little motions, sloppy and irregular and so, so fucking eager, into his own grasp, fucking his slippery palm.

His breath stutters as he tries to quiet himself, desperate to hear you cum, harsh erratic exhales huffed out against the synthetic fur of his shark humid against his upper lip, leaving behind tiny beads of condensation.

A whine splinters in his chest, eyes shut tightly as tears crystalize at the corners, his lungs swelling painfully with stagnated breath while his teeth burrow further into the plush of his stuffed animal, a pitiful attempt to starve off his impending orgasm.

He doesn’t want to cum before you, not again.

Drops of sweat are streaming from his brow and catching in his lashes, his curls saturated with salt and clinging in cute little swirls to his temples and the nape of his neck.

You’re so close, moans climbing higher and higher, louder and louder, faster and faster, and only a few more moments now, he only needs to hold out for a few more moments and then—

And then you’re crying out Nahoya’s name, breathless and beautiful, and Souya’s spilling his seed all over his knuckles and his sheets and the soft fur of his stuffy, hot and sticky and so, so much, groaning in time with his brother as he fills your cunt with his cum, Nahoya’s slurred out good, good, y’did s’good for me, baby forcing another weak spurt of cream to cascade over Souya’s fingers, cock jolting painfully.

He doesn’t stop jerking his cock until it’s too much, until each drag of his fist sends heavy tremors of overstimulation rippling through his flesh, until his thrusts are nothing more than pathetic little ruts, every brush of his cockhead against his stuffed animal causing him to suck a hiss through his teeth.

It starts to creep over him then, that dense film of shame grimy on his skin, that leaden block of guilt acrid in the pit of his stomach, nausea swelling in his chest and up his throat to sit, biting and bitter, on the back of his tongue.

It’ll fuse to him as he sleeps, seeping into his tissues, through his blood and his bones to root, to rot, at the very core of his soul, infesting and infecting, every bit of his being.

And when he sees you tomorrow morning, bright and beautiful despite being stained with his brother’s hands, bruises and bite marks peaking out from beneath Nahoya’s baggy t-shirt, it will reignite, that creature re-awoken, starved for any small piece of you it can devour—a soft smile, a sweet giggle, the brush of fingertips as they pass syrup or the knocking of knees beneath the table.

And Souya’s not sure he’ll ever be able to tame it.

#kawata souya x reader #kawata souya smut #kawata souya x you #kawata twins smut #souya x reader x nahoya #kawata nahoya x reader #kawata nahoya smut #kawata nahoya x you #kawata twins x reader #kawata brothers x reader #eeeeeeeeeeee genuinely we are so far past brain rot they're eating through my skull

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