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I can only assume the worse for the poor soul that ends up on the blacklist-💀

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A small crack cenario with the bonten guys and you asking them for help for something.

contains: swear words, implied killing, guns and hopefully stuff to make you laugh 🙏

that panel of rindou still cracks me up he so goofy💀

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You see the door that leads to Bonten’s little gathering room. You open it and breath out a relieved sigh to see every one of them there. It’s such a rare opportunity when they’re here of free will and not cause of another ‘investment’. You sit down beside Kakucho at the round table.

“I need your guys help.” You say out loud for everyone to hear as you pull out your phone. You see everyone gather around the table.

“What would you like us to do?” Kakucho asks from your right side, as he leans towards to peek on your phone, curiosity written all over his face.

“I need help with this guy?”

“Guy?!” Practically all the men around the table yelled that out in surprise, in disbelief and in utter shock. You look at all of them in disbelief.

“What kinda guy? A bitch?” Rindou who was sitting on your other side, asks as he peeks onto your phone as well.

“Is it a embodiment of cringe guy?” Now it was the other Haitani brothers turn to ask.

“A guy from our blacklist?” Mikey speaks up and everyone looks away from you to look at him. And then looks back at you with grins plastered on their faces. You clearly knew what was going through their mind. Being on the well known dangerous crime syndicate Bonten’s blacklist is asking to be completely wiped from earth in way or another. And knowing these men, they won’t hesitate to make that happen.

As soon as they hear you sigh, all of them look at you in surprise and wonder. Why are you sighing?

“All of you..” you start off and they look like they’re listening intently as if you were preaching about only the benefits there is to beat ‘bad’ people up.

“Shut the fuck up and listen.” You smile widely at them. Not in humour but as to come off passive aggressive and hopefully threatening. There is no way you can threaten these men but it’s worth trying. And all of these men took the opportunity to internally swoon over your smile, even though it wasn’t one of your genuine ones.

“This guy,” you emphasize on the ‘guy’ which everyone not so subtly, look like they’re shuddering at the mere sound of the word. They really do wanna be the only ‘guy’ in your life.

“Asked me out.” As soon as you said that, one after one stands up, adjusts their expensive white shirts and cuff sleeves and loads their gun. And you see how Kakucho was about to snatch your phone away from your hold before you manage to pull it back in time.

“Sweetheart, I want you to give me your phone.” He smiles, not his usual gentle smile but the ‘listen or it’s consequences.’ one and it should be terrifying to you but it isn’t.

“No.” You sternly retort and everyone stop adjusting their weapon holster to look at you.

“Why not?” Takeomi asks, exhaling a smoke from his cigarette and one brow raised, looking at you in subtle confusion.

“Because you annoying men need to properly listen.” As you say that, Mikey shrugs his shoulders and nods his head. “Go ahead.” He says.

“We are listening now.” Mochizuki speaks up and you continue on with what you’re going to tell them.

“This guy asked me out and I need your guys help to reject him.” And as soon as you utter that, everyone slumps down on their seat, loosening their tie, unloading their gun. You swore you heard someone ‘Thank God.’ You look at all of them in amusement.

“Thank the crime syndicate your brain is functioning properly.” Kokonoi places his palms together as if he’s praying to whichever god in the ‘crime syndicate’.

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Hello! Can I request for some headcanons for the tr boys as what type of partner are they in a group project? (If you can sneak in sum romance that would be nice hehe) Thanks in advance and have a good day! (｡♡‿♡｡)

A/N: heyyy luv, thank you so much for the request! Here's some headcanons of tokyo revengers boys as what type of partner they are in a group project. I hope you like it, enjoy!

Characters: Mikey, Draken, Baji, Chifuyu, Nahoya

Mikey

He would be the type to sleep throughout the whole class and then when he gets paired with you, he’d ask you to re-explain what the teacher was talking about for the project.

He’d most likely be assigned a history project with you.

Right off the bat, Mikey made it clear that he wasn't going to help with the project at all due to his utmost hatred for history. So, you decided you had no choice but to drag him to the library with you everyday after school. And, as a result, Mikey would ditch school early so he'd get out of having to go with you.

When Draken caught wind of why Mikey was ditching school so early, he would drag his short ass back and make him go with you because he felt sorry that you were dealing with his childish behavior.

As expected, you ended up being stuck doing most of the work while he entertained himself with asking you a bunch of pointless questions as to what you were doing (he would eventually get bored from the project and became more curious to ask questions about you).

Despite getting stuck with all the work, you worried about him getting a bad grade, so you decided to exploit bribe the little slacker with the promise of Taikyaki. If he didn’t follow through with the promise of doing at least some sort of work, you had threatened to throw the tasty treat out or eat it right in front of him. “Ok, ok, ok! I’ll help! Please don’t do this- 🥲”.

He was the type of partner to get historical dates and events mixed up and you'd have to explain the order of what came first and what not. Meanwhile he'd sneak a few glances your way, not even listening to your explanation.

Whenever you guys would take a break from working, you’d accidentally fall asleep and Mikey would gently poke at your cheek to wake you up, but would end up just silently watching you sleep before dozing off next to you.

If you two were working with other members, I feel that he would get a little possessive of you overtime and try to do everything in his power to keep your attention on him, even if it meant getting on your nerves or sabotaging the whole project.

Draken

The two of you would be working on a literature project.

He’s the type of partner that won’t say anything unless you say something to him first. 

He’s the kind of partner that will roll with whatever you have planned for the project. If you two are working in a group with other members, he’d just listen and agree with what you guys suggest since he doesn’t have much to contribute.

He has a pretty good idea of what is going on as apposed to how to start things off, so he usually turns to you for help.

If you are too shy or nervous to ask the teacher questions, he’ll be happy to do it for you (idk why but I feel like most literature teachers are so strict or intimidating).

When you both are working, he makes sure that you take breaks because he doesn’t want you to overwork yourself.

During breaks he’ll go out to a nearby store and bring back food for the two of you to eat (he’ll mainly do this if he noticed you haven’t been eating much too) and if you refuse, he’ll insist that you at least take a bite of something or he’ll simply feed you himself.

When you would be so engrossed on practicing to present the project, he would watch you with a small smile and after you were done he’d ask you to do it again and make up a random excuse just so he can listen to you talk.

If you are particularly fond about a certain topic he’ll ask questions he knows the answers to just so he can egg you on and watch your face light up as you ramble about what you plan to do for the project’s topic.

Baji

Poor boy had gotten a math project after just the first week of school 😭

Baji is the type of partner that is known to be the weakest link if (especially working in a bigger group) and when you got paired with him, you instantly wanted to change partners, but he begged you to be his partner not just for his sake but for his mother’s as well since he couldn't afford to fail another class. 

You decided stick with him and just give him easier parts to work on so if he were to somehow screw something up, it would be easy to fix later.

When you guys took a break for lunch after working on the project, you saw Baji light a car on fire while eating yakisoba. Ever since then, you’ve made it a habit to always carry food in your bag so he won’t do it again.

Baji is the type of partner that gets moody when he doesn’t understand what’s going on or how to fix something, so when he gets like that it is up to you to help him. If you worked with other group members, I feel like they'd be too scared to help him when he throws a tantrum so they'd come to you to help calm him down.

He secretly loves it when you help him fix a problem or mistake, especially when you go so far as to physically guide him in some way. Most of the time, he’d mess up on purpose or throw a tantrum just so he can relish in the extra help and attention you are giving him.

When he sees other classmates trying to sabotage your hard work, best believe he’s breaking at least a few bones.

Chifuyu

The both of you would be working on an anatomy/lab project.

He’s the type of partner that would wait until class was over so he could give you an excuse to exchange numbers for “project related purposes”.

He would be suprisingly good with writing reports and labs, while you dissected stuff.

He was definitely the partner that gagged as he watched you cut the specimen open.

If both of you didn’t want to dissect the specimen, you guys would settle for rock, paper, scissors as to who has to cut it open.

Chifuyu loves animals, so as he watches you dissect the specimen all he can think about is Pete J. (When he goes home he cries while hugging Peke J.)

He would find your fascination with dissection creepy, but he’d find it cute if it meant seeing you happy and excited.

I feel like he’d be the type to complain to the teacher why you guys got a 95 instead of a perfect score.

Nahoya (Smiley)

You two would be assigned partners for a chemistry project/lab.

Throughout the whole project he would flirt with you and tease you with cheesy puns and pick up lines. 

“It’s obvious we have great chemistry together, that’s why we were assigned as partners, don’t ya think?”.

Always complained that you were too uptight and needed to let loose.

When you stressed so much over the deadline or that you might’ve missed a step in the instructions, he’d comfort you by making jokes and keep up a positive mindset to not not worry over small things.

When you had invited him to work on the project reports in the library, he had been staring at you for the past hour with smirk on his face, completely uninterested in working. When you had finally met his gaze he said, “Don’t mind me, I’m just enjoying’ the view~”. (he teased you for the rest of the day and both of you had gotten nothing done afterwards).

If you two had an extra member added to your group, he’d get jealous and fight with the newcomer over your attention behind your back. 

TR Boys x Bullied! Reader

Genre: Hurt to comfort

Characters: Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, and Baji

Warnings: cursing, bullying, insults, self-harm, mentions of blood

Reader is Gender Neutral

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A/N: heyyy luv! I apologize for the long wait of getting to your request. I hope you like it!

Mikey

“Hey! There they are!” one of the bullies said. The leader of the group waltzes up to you with a devious smirk plastered on her face. “Well, well, well,” he says looking you up and down in disdain, “if it isn’t the school’s freak!” she giggles as the rest of the group follows suit. “They’re always all alone, it’s no wonder why they don’t go out,” one of them chimed. Tears began to well in your eyes as the bullies continued their onslaught of insults spewed towards you. You try to push past them in hopes of trying to get out of the situation, only to be yanked by your backpack and thrown to the floor. Gritting your teeth, you reach out to get your backpack, only to have a foot stomp on your hand. You yelp, quick to retract your hand and look up at the scornful face of the girl. “How pathetic,” she spits, eyeing your crouched form on the ground, “I can’t believe Mikey is actually dating a freak like you.” Her words pierced your heart at the mention of your beloved boyfriend. “I bet he’s just doing it out of pity,” she jeers. “That’s not true!” you shout, your voice trembling as you try to defend the little dignity you had left, “he wouldn’t do that!” “Is that so?” she sneers, “No one would date a weirdo like you unless they were crazy!” That was the last thing she said before walking away with the rest of the group, leaving you full of tears and a sore hand. As you gathered your belongings, doubts began to rush through your mind as the bully’s words replayed in your head. Did he really date me out of pity? Am I that dull for someone like Mikey? When it was the end of the day, you walked past the school gates and was greeted by a familiar warm smile and the sound of a revving CB250T bike. “Hey babe! How was-” Mikey was cut off when he saw your bandaged hand and your tear streaked face. You greet him with a small nod, eyes averting his questioning ones as you silently mount his bike while mumbling, “Can we just go please?” He doesn’t press you as to what happened, only obeying your request to leave, thinking it would be best to talk to you when the both of you were alone. When he feels your arms around his waist, he speeds off onto the streets of tokyo. When you reach Musashi shrine, Mikey parks his bike and is quick to get off so he could help you off as well. But instead of taking his hand, you get off yourself while walking past him to the steps of the shrine without a word. He froze for a moment at your sudden coldness toward him, but he was quick to grab  shoulder to stop you. “What the hell happened?” he asked, his seriousness was gentle as he spoke. You shook your head, “I don’t want to talk about it.” “You don’t have much of a choice y/n,” he turns you around, forcing you to meet his stern gaze. Finally, after holding back your tears and heartache, you broke down, gripping Mikey’s shirt as you gave in to him. Slowly, he wraps his arms around your waist while listening to your sobs. When you're done letting everything out, Mikey sits you down on the steps of the shrine with him and gently coaxes you into telling him what had happened. When you do tell him, he stays silent while giving you his full attention, not bothering to ask questions, but just to listen to what you had to say. When you're finished, there’s nothing but a heavy silence between you two until he finally says, “Is that all?” you nod timidly, looking down to the ground as you fidget with your hands. Mikey takes your hands in his own, “Do you wanna know the reason why I’m dating you?” You sniff, using your sleeve to wipe your eyes, “Why?” you croak. He gently cupped your cheek, “Because being around you gives me so much peace of mind. It’s like…the sun shines so much brighter when I’m with you,” he says, his soft voice matching with the strokes of his thumb against your tear-stained cheek. “y/n, don’t listen to what those people have to say because no matter what I’ll always love you.” “Introvert tendencies and all?” you whisper, hopeful eyes searching for his own. He chuckles, “Introvert tendencies and all,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

    Draken

“Hey, y/n?” you stopped skipping and turned on your heel to face your boyfriend. “Yes, ken?” “Is-” he pauses, eyes softening at your questioning stare, “is there anything you need to tell me?” he breathes out, shoving his hands in his pockets. Your heart skips a beat, and your ears begin to ring. You were thankful to have such a caring, attentive boyfriend who could sense if something was wrong, but at the same time you cursed at how quick he could pick up on your mood, since you were never the type to take confrontation so easily. “Hmmm, no. Why do you ask?” He walks up to you, frowning slightly as he knits his brows together, studying your features before prying further. “Nothing happened at school?” he questions, watching as you chew on your lip, looking away from him, “Anyone bothering you?” His questions hang heavy on your shoulders as you try to think of a way to change the subject, but nothing comes to mind. At the moment, you basically chewed your lip off raw, tortuous images flashing across your mind as you remembered what your rude, rival classmate had said to you before leaving school with Draken. “C’mon, be for real y/n. A guy like him wouldn’t date someone who can barely handle being around people. You’d just be a burden around him!” fresh tears began to streak down your cheeks as the few sentences settled at the pit in your stomach. “y/n?” Draken takes hold of your face, eyes concerned as he watches you slowly breakdown. “Ken…,” you whimper, sniffling as you choke out words between sobs, “Do you really love me?” Draken’s frown deepens as he listens to your small whimpers. Seeing you in tears broke his heart, and the worst of it all, someone made his poor angel cry. “What kind of question is that?” he wipes your tears with the pads of his thumbs, sighing as he cradles your body into a warm embrace, “Of course I love you. More than you know,” he whispers, gently running a calloused hand through your hair.

           Mitsuya

It has been twenty minutes since Mitsuya has sat you down across from him, but to you it feels like a lifetime has passed by. He’s been eyeing you down, not in a bad way, but in the “you’re hiding something from me and I need to know '' kind of way. Meanwhile, you’ve been chewing on your lip and fidgeting with your fingers behind your back to the point where your hands began to cramp. It was as if you were a child about to get scolded by their mother for something they did. And knowing your motherly-natured boyfriend, the two of you would be sitting there for hours until you finally tell him what’s been bugging you. He knew your weakness and as much as you hated to admit it, you’d have to say something to him sooner, otherwise you’d surely die from the awkward tension. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or do I have to force it out of you like this?” He asks. You grimaced at the thought, your fidgeting quickly escalating to itching your covered wrists as you slightly draw blood from your bruised lips. Tasting the bitter taste of chopper, you swallow thickly as you struggle to face Mitsuya’s prying gaze. “ Nothings wrong,” You mumbled, wincing slightly as you felt the sting from the scratch marks left on your hands. The last thing you wanted was to burden him with your problems at school and have him confront the people responsible for bothering you. You hated confrontation. Just like what he was doing right now. “Something is wrong,” he whispers to himself, taking your hidden hands into his own, glaring at the self-made marks on your delicate hands. “When you’re nervous or scared, you fidget with your hands, even if it hurts you,” he voices. “y/n, who’s picking on you?” he grunts, eyes focused on your scratch-covered hands and wrists as he gently runs his hands over them. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. Why was he so perfect? Why did he have to be such a caring person? How did you catch his eye? All questions were answered with a kiss on your hands and a kind smile being gifted to your teary-eyed gaze. “Don’t cry. I’ll make sure they don’t bother you anymore.” He leans over you, pressing feathery kisses to the salty drops that fall from your eyes. “You knew?” He hums, pulling away to caress your damp cheek. “I always knew. Draken told me. But, I knew you didn’t want me to get involved because you wanted to handle it on your own,” he says, “but when it was getting out of hand, I couldn’t help but ask you about it.” You could feel your heart clench at his truthful words and his concerns. “Mitsuya, I-” “Don’t apologize,” he grins, silencing you with a sweet kiss to your lips, “it's good that you want to handle confrontation on your own. But start out small, like asking your boyfriend for help,” he teases, earning a small smile from you. “Ok.” Smiling himself, he kisses you once more. 

         Baji

“Baji-san!” Chifuyu calls from down the hallway. Baji sighs, turning around to face his concerned friend. “Chifuyu, what the fuck did you do now? It’s my lunch-” “I think something bad is happening to y/n-san,” he gasps, hunching over to catch his breath after running up god knows how many stairs. At the mention of his s/o, Baji is quick to question him, forgetting all about eating his yakisoba lunch. “What happened?” His voice is dark and cold, his whole aura changing in a split second as he imagines all the things he’d do to the people who’d dare even think about hurting his s/o. It’s one thing to mess with a member of his division, let alone a friend of his, but by god Baji would give someone a one way ticket to hell if he heard someone harmed his s/o. Noticing the change in Baji’s tone, the vice division captain straightens up, realizing Baji wasn’t taking any shit at the moment. “I heard a group of y/n-san’s classmates hurting her. I think…I think they’ve been bullying her.” “Where,” he growls, fists balling at his sides as he does his best not to lose his temper. When he finds out everything, all hell breaks loose. His ears were ringing, his blood boiling, his mind going blank with rage as he made his way to your classroom. When he gets inside, he sees you cornered at the back of the classroom with three guys surrounding you. “Are you seriously dating the Baji Keisuke? The first division captain of Toman? What a joke!” one sneers, towering over you with a menacing glare. “A guy like him doesn’t date weak nuisances like you,” another spat. You don’t say anything, too scared to fight back against their insults and dirty looks.“Hey…,” the one in the middle growls, taking a closer step toward you as he reaches out and grips the collar of your shirt, “we’re talking to you. You think you’re all tough, huh?!” he raises his hand, bringing down to your face. Preparing what’s to come you turn your head away, waiting for the pain to bear down on you once more, but instead, nothing comes. Screams and cries of pain filled your ears. The grip on your shirt was loosened. Peaking an eye out, you see all three bullies beaten and bloodied, while a familiar long-haired boy stands in front of you, eyes flashing red with cooling rage with bruised knuckles dabbled in blood. “B-baji?” you squeak, swallowing thickly as your long-haired lover turns to face your shaking form. He’s quick to tower over you, expressionless as he locks his jaw. Before you could blink, you end up in a bone-crushing hug as he mumbles a spew of apologies and scoldings your way. “Jesus, thank god you’re alright. I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me something? What would’ve happened if Chifuyu didn’t tell me you were getting bullied? Would you have let them try to hit you again?” While Baji was caught in his worries, you couldn’t help the smile curling on your lips as you listened to the fearsome member of Toman turn soft in your presence. However, you couldn’t fight the guilt punching you in your stomach. “Sorry Kei, I just…didn’t want you to think I was weak. I-I wanted to handle things sooner but-,” when you try to meet his gaze, he pushes your head into his chest, muffling your words. “Don’t say dumb shit like that, idiot,” he mutters, his grip on you growing tighter, “if you need help then ask. Don’t be a dumbass like Chifuyu. Besides, I’m your boyfriend. It’s my job to protect you. So let me do my damn job.” he sighs, nuzzling his cheek against your hair. “O-ok, but um…Baji?” “Hm?” “Could you, maybe loosen up a bit? I can’t breathe,” you groan, taking in a breath of air as Baji loosens his hold on you. “Ah~gomen babe,” he says sheepishly, a small blush tinting his cheeks. Giggling, you peck his cheek, “Of course, Keisuke.”

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Mystery Girl

A/N: hello my luvs! I am happy to say that I am finally back. I had decided to take a break from writing due to school being a bit overwhelming, but overtime I have come up with a lot of new stuff to share with you all! And for now, I'll continue to deliver current and future requests sitting in my mail cause i love doing those for ya'll so, by all means, enjoy!

Genre: Fluff, slight crack

Rindou x Reader

Everyone could agree that Tenjiku, along with its four heavenly kings, were made of the strongest and, quite literally, the most brutal gangsters of the S-62 generation. However, within the gang, everyone could only see each other as nothing more than a bunch of idiotic misfits. 

For example, in the eyes of their fellow gang members, the Haitani brothers may be the supreme rulers of roppongi, but deep down they were just two siblings who got on each other's nerves and made it everyone else’s problem.

It was no secret that the older Haitani was a menace to his little brother and took every opportunity he had to tease Rindou. At first, it was annoying, but over time, it was like daily entertainment for Tenjiku to watch the two brothers bicker. 

Today was no different. 

Rindou was peacefully slouching along one of the beat up couches of their dingy warehouse hideout, eyes glued to his phone, while Ran stared holes into the back of his brother’s blonde and blue locks. The silent question bubbling in his mind: what is he doing so long on his phone? 

This matter particularly disturbed the Haitani, since his brother was less of a socialite, especially when it came to social media. Yet, here he was, messages open, while texting an unknown individual that HE didn’t know about? This was indeed quite odd. 

“Rindou,” he calls. 

No answer, just the sound of his thumbs tapping against the device’s screen.

Huffing, he calls once more, “Rindouuu.” Still nothing.

“What could he be so fixated on?” Kakucho voices next to the older Haitani.

“I don’t know, but I don’t like how this person is getting all this attention from my little brother.” 

That’s when the lightbulb goes off, sparking an idea from the older brother’s mind, his signature mischievous smile spreading on his lips. Sighing in pity, all Kakucho could do was watch as Ran carried out his usual wicked deeds towards his little brother.

One swipe was all it took to snatch Rindou’s phone from his hands, which he quickly responds with an empty grasp of air.

“What the fuck Ran?!”

Ran ignores his sibling as he takes a closer look at his current messages to the unknown stranger. He gasps, and there’s a temporary silence that swells in the air.

“Who is it from?” Izana questions, turning everyone’s curiosity to the brothers.

“R-ran, give it back dammit!” Rindou growls, trying to land a hit on his brother but failing miserably.

Squinting at the bright screen, he takes a moment to register the conversation. His eyes widened,“It’s…”

Izana raises a brow “It’s?”

Ran clears his throat, “….it’s from…a girl?”

The gang was silent, mildly in shock, as they turned to the currently blushing dual-colored younger brother.

“Wait Rindou…,” Mochi voices, breaking the intense silence, “since when do you talk to girls?” he questions.

“Damn straight!” Ran says. “And more importantly, why didn’t you tell your dear big bro?” he whines, throwing a puppy look in his direction.

“Cause’ it's none of your damn business!” Rindou groans, snatching his phone back from his menacing brother’s clutches.

“I always thought the dude was more on the other side of the fence…if you catch my drift,” Shion says in wonder, while Mucho nods in agreement as he glances at Sanzu.

 “I AM NOT GAY!” Rindou shouts, heat growing to his cheeks. “And even if I was, I would rather take the information to my grave than tell any of you idiots.” 

“That’s rather offensive Rindou.” Kakucho frowns, folding his arms and shooting him a pointed look. “We may have our differences, but we’re a gang. Comrades, actually. You could’ve at least said something.” 

“What he said,” Ran interjects, throwing a thumb over to Kakucho beside him.

“So who is it you are talking to that has your undivided attention,” questioned Izana.

Ah, the big question.

Everyone stares, waiting for an answer from Rindou.

He sighs dejectedly as his shoulders slump.

“You know what…you guys already know too much anyway so I might as well…” pinching the bridge of his nose, he breathes in deeply. “She’s my girlfriend.”

Safe to say everyone was completely dumbfounded by the news. 

Especially Ran.

“OH THE HORROR,” he cries dramatically, hand clutching his over his heart as he raises a hand over his head.

“Well…that was…unexpected.” Mutters Kakucho.

“Didn’t think he had it in him.” Mochi shrugs.

Just as fast as the comments swirled, so did the questions as well.

“So…what’s she like?” Shion asks.

Now everyone had huddled around the couch where Rindou had seated himself back on, as he continued to text you. 

“An angel from heaven,” he quickly slaps a hand on his mouth. 

“Gross.” Shion sticks out his tongue. 

“You really are smitten huh?” Ran quips, grinning like a fool. 

“Please, shut up.” 

Bzzz!

y/n: you mind if I drop by? I wanna see you before I go home.

Rindou smiles.

Rindou: Sure babe, I’m at the hideout. I’d like to introduce you to the gang if that’s all right?

y/n: sure! On my way  <333

“She’ll be here soon, so stop asking me about her already. You guys are annoying,” Rindou shoots glares at everyone before going back to staring at his phone. 

“Rin rin? Are you here?” you called out sweetly, voice reverberating throughout the rusty walls of the warehouse. 

Everyone pipes up at the new voice, with Rindou being the first to greet you with open arms and softness in his smile. You run towards him, crashing against him as your arms immediately encircle around his waist, burying your face into the warmth of his tenjiku uniform. 

“Rin! I’ve missed you!” 

“I’ve missed you too bubs,” he mumbles in your hair, planting a kiss on your crown. 

“ ‘Bubs’?! Rindou what the fuck type of lovey dovey shit are you on dude?!” Shion cackles from behind.  

However, it isn’t long before he is face-to-face with you, slack jawed at your beautiful appearance.

Before he could even hit you with one of his newest pick up lines, he immediately hits the ground, face smooshed into the harsh, dirt floor with an imprint of fist on his exposed cheek.

Meanwhile, you stood above him, your once soft gaze now darkened with a menacing aura surrounding you. 

“Don’t you dare talk shit about my boyfriend you prick. You got something to say, you say it to my fuckin’ face.”

The sudden change in attitude was one thing, but having the ability to knock out Shion was different. Especially a girl.

“Did she just…knock out Shion?” 

“Way to state the obvious Kakucho.” Izana mocks, grinning at the misfortune of an unconscious Shion.

“Rindou, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DUDE!”

Ran gasps, pointing an accusing finger at his little brother. “She’s beautiful AND can fight?”

“At least she isn’t like his previous relationships where he ends up getting used or dumped.”

The blatant statement wasn’t too far off either. Ever since Mucho had joined Tenjiku, he had taken notice to Rindou’s frequent change in women overtime in the gang.

Shrugging, he ignores the whole scene while continuing his game of shogi with Sanzu.

“Alright, enough you guys!” Rindou sighs, walking over to you and embracing you from behind. 

“Sweetheart, please don’t worry about them, this is normal. No need to get upset,” he whispers, kissing the shell of your ear. You pout, turning to face your boyfriend. “Rindou, if I were you, I’d beat their asses, but since it’s fine with you then it’s fine with me.”

Nodding, Rindou kisses you on the forehead, smiling sweetly. “Thanks beautiful.”

“You two mind go getting a room, because I can’t stand that new couple shit. Makes me nauseous.” Mochi groans.

“Agreed,” everyone said in unison.

HII! I hope you’re taking care of yourself :) I wanted to request TR boys sneaking in your room at 3am to wake us up and do some stupid stuff with them but they end up confessing afterwards. If not then that’s totally okay have a nice day/night!!

I Just Wanna Be Yours

Includes: Kazutora, Hanma, Ran

Note: I recommend playing I Wanna Be Yours By Arctic Monkeys for a better experience! Enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of weed, mentions of alcohol/alcohol consumption (not underaged drinking), slight suggestive teasing in Kazutora's part. Rest is fluff.

Kazutora

Usually every other teenager would jump at the chance to sneak out in the middle of the night to do god knows what unholy things as a result of them surely getting grounded for life by nagging parents. But, you were different. 

Unlike your friends who always stayed out, doing their own thing, you decided to spend your weekend enjoying time to yourself while relishing in the joy of getting a full eight hours of sleep before transitioning back to dealing with your stressful weekday routine of high school. Your mom was out of town working, so there wasn’t any point in sneaking out. Besides, you preferred staying home compared to running the streets.

You enjoyed the time alone and getting a good night’s rest was a bonus!

You had already freshened up and changed into a comfortable set of pajamas. Slipping into the warmth of your comforter and numerous pillows, you sighed in content. 

There was nothing better than getting ready for bed after relaxing on a Saturday. 

Everything was just perfect. The room was cool, your bed was warm to perfection, and your eyes were already droopy, ready to be closed for rest. Nothing could prevent you from sleeping through the night. The moment your head made contact with your pillow, you were out like a light. 

But of course, all good things must come to an end. 

It seemed as if you hadn’t fallen asleep at all when you were suddenly startled by the sound of what seemed to be small pebbles knocking against your window. 

Your eyes flew open at the small pangs against the glass. You quickly sat up, heart beating partially fast at the sudden disturbance. You glance at the window, and then to your nightstand where your digital clock sat. Squinting, you briefly check the time that glowed across the small screen: 3 A.M.

Who on earth could be up at three in the morning throwing rocks at my window??

You certainly didn’t know. Anyone who knew you knew better than to disturb you on your weekends. 

Once again, the pang of rocks against your window rang in your ears. 

Groaning, you rubbed your temples. 

“This is ridiculous…” you muttered, already annoyed at the disruption of your precious sleep.

Reluctantly, you slipped out of bed and quietly padded over to the window, determined to find out who could possibly be disrupting your sleep at this ungodly hour.

Unlocking your window, you slide it up, and peek your head out.

“Pssst! y/n!,” a familiar voice whispers from below.

Cocking a brow, you look down, only to be met with a pair of golden eyes and a familiar head of blonde and black locks.

“Kazutora? I-Is that you?” you replied in the same hushed tone.

“Quick! Throw down the rope will ya?”

He must be joking.

“Go to bed!” you deadpanned.

His eyes were wide, “W-what? Please! It’s cold!”

You sighed tiredly, glancing back inside your room and back to your pleading friend. 

“Wait there!”

He smiles in reply, nodding as he waits for you to throw down his entrance to your window. 

Searching your closet, you found an old knot of sheets you had made into a rope. After all, this wasn’t the first time Kazutora has shown up to your window asking to be let in. However, it was the first he’s ever come unannounced. He knew better, so why not warn you ahead of time?

You tie one of the ends to your bedpost and throw the rest of it down. Afterwards, you settle yourself on the edge of the bed that faces the window. Patiently, you waited for Kazutora to climb through, which didn’t take very long. 

Less than five minutes later, he managed to get himself halfway through. Soon he’s slumped against the floor, grinning like a dork at you.

Frowning, you crossed your arms.

“Don’t tell me you're mad at me for waking you up?” he quipped.

“Kazutora…it’s too late to be pulling stunts like this. We’re not little kids anymore.” you huff, giving him a pointed look.

His grin staggers, flashing a guilty grimace. “I-I know, it’s just…I didn’t have any plans so I was hoping we’d go on–I don’t know–a little adventure,” he pauses, glancing back at you and then shooting his gaze at the ground, “like we used to…” he sighs.

Your harsh stare softens and your shoulders relax. 

“If you wanted to hang out, you could’ve said something,” I whispered. 

He perks up, hopeful eyes captured by your own. There’s a pause, a quick silence.

“You know I won’t say ‘no’ to you Kazutora.” You breathe out.

There’s more silence between you two, and at the moment, you didn’t even care that it was late and you were losing sleep. You didn’t want him to leave, but it was hard to really sit in the same room with him right now. It was tense, and neither of you dared to speak up. 

There’s a sudden shift in weight next to you on the bed, looking back up, you turn to the side, meeting your friend’s slightly flushed face.

“Hey, um,” he clears his throat, “that…was a lie.”

Your brows furrowed. “Hm? What do you mean ‘tora?”

Situating himself more comfortably on your bed, he folds his arms, holding your curious gaze.

“The truth is…I just…I wanted to be with you. I-I missed you, I guess.” 

You blinked a few times, processing his words carefully so as to not mistaken his intentions. But, once it clicked what was going on, it was pretty clear to you as to what the poor boy was trying to say. So far, he was as red as a tomato, and it killed you at how cute he looked. You got the hint, but you would rather hear it from him.

“What’s that mean?” you asked coyly, leaning in towards him with a grin. You dropped your hands to your sides, awaiting a response from the struggling juvenile.

He takes a shaky breath, swallowing thickly as he considers his next words. 

“I just…I couldn’t stop thinking about you s’all…” he mumbles.

Clicking your tongue, you get on all fours, slowly crawling towards Kazutora until he’s backed up and eventually trapped between you and the mattress.

“Kazutora, do you…like me?” you teased.

He nods, his head hazy and spinning from the close proximity. “I-I do!”

After the small confirmation, you were satisfied, immediately collapsing on top of him and snuggling into his chest. 

“Good. ‘Cuz, I like you too!”

Groaning, he envelopes you in a warm embrace, returning the small ounce of affection.

“W-why didn’t you say something sooner then?!” he whines.

“Because you're cute when you’re nervous!” You laughed airly.

For the rest of the night, he stayed with you, falling into a deep sleep in the comforts of your warm bed.

Hanma

There wasn’t a night that went by that Hanma didn’t appear from your bedroom window. He was always welcome to use the front door. You even went as far as to give him an extra key to your apartment. 

However, according to your manic friend, using the door “wasn’t as welcoming” compared to using your window as an entrance. Either way, you didn’t mind Hanma’s company or his random appearances. 

It was comforting in a way. It was like a fresh touch of color to your daily plain routine.

Tonight was exactly the same. 

Hanma had recently texted you not too long ago, saying he’d drop by to hang out. Per usual, you had opened your apartment’s window, waiting for Hanma to climb down the apartment balcony staircase. 

From there, you would wait in your bed with a book in hand as you waited for Hanma.

Ten minutes later, there’s a knock on the wall. Turning your attention from your reading, you meet with the familiar wicked smile of your awaited guest.

“Hey there sweetcakes. Missed me?” 

Rolling your eyes, you bookmark your page and place the book on your nightstand.

“Hardly.” you lied.

Hanma scoffs, climbing through the opening of your window with a noticeably big plastic bag in hand. 

Tilting your head slightly to the side, you eye the items in the bag with a questioning stare. 

“What's in the bag?”

“Hm? This?”

He grins, proudly raising the bag in his left hand as if he had just found gold, “I’d thought we would make some weed brownies and try ‘em!”

“W-weed WHAT?!” you choked, baffled at how calm he was at the sudden proposal of doing something very much illegal.

He cocks a brow, “Hm? What? You don’t like brownies?” He questioned thoughtfully. 

You were ready to smack him upside the head and scold his ass right on the spot, but you caught yourself and recollected your composure before losing your cool.

“Hanma…it’s not normal for ordinary people to spend the night making weed brownies.” you sighed, smoothing the lines on your forehead.

“Where the hell did you even get the weed?”

“I know a friend,” he simply shrugs, walking over to you and casually situating himself next to you on your bed. 

Both of you rested against the headboard of the bed, enjoying each other’s company in the quiet with nothing but the rambunctious sound of the ongoing city of Kabukicho filling the gap between the two of you. 

“Have you ever made a weed brownie before?” you chimed, staring at the chipped ceiling of your small apartment. 

“Yeah, plenty of times.” he muffledly replied, lighting the cigarette that rested between his lips.

“Let’s make some tomorrow.”

He gently blows a puff of smoke, smirking as he turns his head to you, “Sure thing Sweets.”

You chuckle at his ridiculous pet name, while a warmth spreads across your chest, rising to your cheeks. 

“Hey…” he pipes up, turning your gaze towards his own. “I’ve, um–been meaning to tell you somethin’.”

“What’s that?” you asked warily, a small grin gracing your tired features.

“...I really like you y/n.” he sighs, once again exhaling a large cloud of smoke from his thin lips. 

You knit your brows together, eyes searching his expression for any foul play. 

“Hanma…” He turns his gaze back to you, “did you eat a weed brownie before coming here?”

He flicks your forehead.

“Ouch! Hey!” you rub your forehead while using your other free hand to swat his shoulder.

“That’s for asking dumb shit. Of course I didn’t.” he scoffs, mildly glaring at you.

You huff, settling down in your spot as you process his sudden confession. 

“But, why?”

“Hm?” he furrows his brows, taking small puffs of his cigarette before resting it between his fingers. “Why what?”

“Why do you like me?”

There’s a heavy silence weighing down on the two of you. Hanma stares at you for a little longer, before turning his attention to the blank, dull walls of the room. 

“I like you because you're different.”

You return to face him with your own stare. 

“Different, how?”

He smirks and returns your fixated gaze, “Give me a chance and you'll see~” he winks. “You won’t regret it.”

You did give him a chance. And you never regretted it at all.

Ran

You weren’t expecting a visit from Ran. Especially through the window of your run down apartment building. 

You just came back from taking a double shift from work. It was well past 2 in the morning and all you wanted to do was crash for the night. 

Trudging through your apartment, you kick off your shoes and sling your bag on the couch. 

You make your way over to the fridge where you kept a bottle of wine. Grabbing the bottle you take it with you into your bedroom. 

Once you close the door behind you, you turn around and are met with a familiar lanky figure in your bed. 

“Oh, great your home.” Ran casually exclaims as he thumbs through a random book from your shelf. 

He glances at you and then down to the wine bottle in your hand. Cocking a brow, he folds his arms and says, “Rough night?”

“Yeah,” you sigh dejectedly, trudging over to his spot and settling next to him in the bed. 

“Mind if you share that?” he asked, nudging his elbow gently to your side with a tired smile.

You hum, handing over the bottle while you stare at the static TV screen. “Go ahead.”

He gently grasps the bottle, easily unscrewing the cap and downing a good mouthful of the bitter liquid before handing it back to you.

“You should seriously get that thing fixed.”

“I don’t mind the static…” you wearily say, downing your own mouthfuls of the harsh liquor.

“You had a rough night yourself?” you asked, looking over to him to study his features more closely. He’s usually covered in cuts and bruises, sometimes after getting into another brawl. Tonight was just that.

Ran’s once porcelain, smooth skin was now littered with small cuts and a few bruises. Nothing major to damage the face. You could even go so far as saying he looked more handsome when he was a little roughed up. Of course, you would never admit it out loud. He’d never let you hear the end of it.

“You could say that.” he chuckles, turning his attention to the static of the TV. 

“Wanna talk about it?” you asked.

“...would it make me feel better?”

“You tell me.”

He stays quiet for a moment, shaking his head.

“I got into a fight.”

“Well duh, I already know that dummy.” you sigh, pinching your bruised cheek.

“Ow, so mean.” he pouts, turning to face you again. 

You suppress the smile creeping on your lips and press them into a firm line.

“Why did you start a fight?”

“Bold of you to assume I’m the one who picked a fight first.”

You give him a pointed look, ignoring the lousy answer. Your eyes narrow as you press for the truth. 

“Ran.”

Now it was his turn to sigh. “Ok, so I did start it first, so what?” he huffs, staring back at the TV. 

Your gaze softens at his hardened tone. You gently take his hand and squeeze down gently. 

“Why?” you voiced softly.

Once again he goes quiet, attempting to find the proper answer to your persistent questions. When he does, he doesn’t look at you, he just continues to stare at the static screen of the TV.

“Because they mocked the woman I care about the most and I’d be damned if I didn’t teach them a lesson about bad-mouthing you.” he muttered irritably, his hand tightening around your own. 

You were shocked, not just by the subtle confession, but also by his angered expression.

For the first time, you saw Ran Haitani angry with someone else besides his little brother. And deep down, it touched you knowing that he cared. 

Smiling, you wrap his arm around your shoulders, scooting closer to him and pulling the covers over the both of you. 

“That’s fine with me.” you whispered against him.

"Really?" he whispers back.

You hummed," Yeah. I'll let it slide this time. But afterwards, not more pointless fighting."

He smirks.

"Yes Ma'am."

For the rest of the night, the two of you sat in each other’s company, eventually falling asleep in a warm embrace.

Bang and hang

synopsis: bonten kidnapped a gen z reader whose father is in debt to them. turns out the gen z kid is something they didn’t expect and bonten gang is in for a ride.

cw: strong and vulgar language. Lots of sexual jokes, flirty jokes as well. the jokes are so corny tho so read at your own risk lmfao.

gn!reader

part 1, part 2

the long awaited part 2 is finally here lmfao I hope this ones good as the first one :”)

I just realized I didn’t include Akashi in the first part so he makes a entrance here ;)

this quite long ig but nevertheless I hope you enjoyed!

PART 2

NOT PROOF-READ

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You saw two familiar figures just a few meters ahead of you, turning into a alleyway. Hurrying up your steps, you caught up with them.

“Hey boys!” You said excitedly. Ran and Rindou turned around, surprised to see you.

“Oh hello there, it’s the eccentric motherfucker.” Rindou speaks up, pretending to be excited. You shook your head at him with a grin on your lips. Paying him no mind, Ran turned to you.

“We were just talking about you.” He says, beginning to walk and so did you. “Really? You guys thinking of picking up on my offer?” You asked.

“What offer?” Ran asked confused.

“About wanting to bang and hang of course. I mean, we could hang first then bang or the opposite.” Ran chuckles as you flashed him a grin again.

“You and your sexual jokes.” Rindou turns to you.

“Are you horny all the time?” He asks.

“It’s the hormones, my boy. I’m 18, the hormones are skyrocketing at this age.” To be honest, you just said stuff that came to mind. You didn’t really know if hormones actually skyrockets at that age.

“Why didn’t my hormones skyrocket when I was 18?” Rindou asks, looking genuinely curious.

“I guess you couldn’t get your little friend to straighten up.” Ran burst out laughing while covering his mouth. Rindou gives you exasperated look. “I’m kidding, don’t take me seriously.” You reassure him as Ran still chuckled to himself.

“Where are you guys headed?” You ask. “To thé place where we gonna hang and bang, of course.” Ran teases you as you dramatically gasp. “For real? Be gentle.” You try to give a puppy eye face. “Of course sweetheart.” Ran tries to give a puppy eye back but looks hideous. “You look fucking stupid, don’t ever do that again.” Rindou flashes a disgusted face towards Ran as he just laughs.

“Damn who’s this?” A black haired guy appears as he smokes. “A gift to the world.” Ran says. You check out the guy from head to toe and make a satisfied noise while clicking your tongue. The black haired guy looks at you confused and weirdly.

“What the fuck are they doing?” Blsck haired turns to Ran for answers when all he does is just a expression to say ‘wait for it’.

“You’re sexy as fuck, what the fuck.” You blurt out as you look at the black haired guy. Ran stifles a laughter as Rindou just lets out a small chuckle, entering the building in front of us.

“That’s quite a first impression. Is this the motherfucker that said Mikey has a nice ass?” Ran nods and the guy bursts out laughing.

“You guys have been talking about me?” You look at the two men in shock. “Yeah, you left quite a impression on us, sweet cheeks.” Ran says, stroking your cheek gently and pulls away.

“No fucking way, this is amazing yet scary.” You gasp out.

“Why is it scary?” Ran asks.

“I have a feeling I’m gonna get fucked up.” You answer.

“Fucked up?” You nod.

“By what?”

“Cocks.” The black haired guy almost coughed when taking a smoke, giving you a surprised look.

“Does this kid do this every time?” He asks as Ran nods. “Get used to it.” You shrug your shoulders.

“What’s your name, sexy man?” You say in a flirty voice to the smoker guy as Ran covers his mouth to stifle a laughter.

“Akashi. Akashi Takeomi.” You absorb the way he said his name and let out a satisfied noise with a nod. “You wanna get married?” You blurt out. Your bluntness doesn’t fail to catch anyone off guard, so when Akashi flinched in shock you giggled. “Just kidding, I’m not ready for mariage yet.” You say. “But if it’s you I don’t see any reason not to get married.” You tuck your hair behind your ear and give Akashi a flirty look.

“He likes to be called sir, by the way.” Akashi gives Ran a shocked face. “He does?!” You almost hell out. “This just got better.” You groaned in satisfaction.

“Wait, hold on, when did I ever tell you that?” Akashi says looking almost terrified. “Wait, you actually like to be called sir?” Ran almost snorts in amusement. Akashi turns quiet. “You know what, im gonna have to take a another smoke break.” Akashi says, looking annoyed and you couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“It’s fun to tease people.” You say to Ran. “Have a nice smoke break, sir!” You yell out to Akashi as he flips you off while walking away.”

“Mikey would not be happy to see you, if I’m gonna be honest.” Ran says as the both of you enter the bonten headquarters.

“Trust me, he will or I make him be happy to see me.” You wink at Ran as he laughs. “We see about that.”

Safe to say, Mikey didn’t look pleased to see you enter the room in the headquarters. Sanzu hollers in excitement when he saw you as you whistle at him.

“One is at least happy to see me.” You grin.

“Why are you here?” Mikey asks as he munches on his snack, looking annoyed yet bored.

“I got some of the money to help my old man to pay off his debt.” You say as you pull out a thick envelope. A few looks were turned your way.

“I thought you said you don’t have any connection to him.” Not looking at you at all, Mikey takes a bite off his snack again.

“I don’t know why I’m doing this but take the money.”

“Where did you get it from?” Kokonoi asks as he hands out cards to Kakucho on a table.

“It’s some of my savings.” You answer.

“Why are you giving us money you saved?” Mikey asks, still not looking at you while eating his snack.

“Can’t I do that?”

“I never said that.”

“It seemed like you did.”

“Well I didn’t.”

“Just take the money.” You huff out.

“Mikey, take it.” Sanzu mutters lowly.

“It’s their savings.” Mikey says, finally looking up.

“I’m pleased to see that you have some ounce of emotions, cutie.” You smile widely. “I ordered Kakucho to kidnap you to threaten your father to pay us his debt.”

“Seemed like I was gonna get chopped up after all.” You say dramatically with a sigh while looking up at the ceiling. “My end is coming.”

“No you’re not. So I cant accept this.”

“You guys are a bunch of criminals, anyone else would’ve taken this envelope in a heartbeat. What are you guys? A bunch of wattpad characters?” You look at Mikey surprised.

“Fine.” Mikey signals Sanzu to take the envelope from you. Gladly handing the envelope to him, you nod your head.

“My job here is done then. Take care.” You were about to walk away when someone else spoke up.

“Where are you going?” Ran asks. “Home, I’m bored as fuck.” You flash him a bored grin.

“Hang out with us then.” He says.

“Are we finally gonna hang and bang?” You say excitedly.

“I don’t think anyone’s up to bang but we can hang.” Ran laughs out.

“Im up to bang.” Sanzu raises his hand. You laugh at his reply. “I’m not into plugs, my guy.” You pout playfully.

“Damn, what are you into then?” Rindou speaks up. You smile widely at his question.

“Him.” You point at their boss as Mikey looks at you with a bored face, sighs and looks away.

“Understandable.” Sanzu says.

“Shut the fuck up.” Mikey mutters out as you burst out into a small laughter.

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this is such a abrupt ending but I found it fitting to end it there. thank you for reading and enjoying this, have a amazing day/night. Stay safe!

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