vanillashakelle

Tokyo Revengers click and drag game!

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requests are always open, so don’t be shy! i usually have no character limit so you can send in like 13 people lol

i can only do female reader due to that being like the only thing i can submerge myself into in x readers

i can do headcanons, imagines/scenarios, oneshots, side characters nobody gives a fuck about, some problematic things but i wont do character x character or others (adults/parents/nonstudents) that arent joichiro yukihira, kojiro shinomiya, azami nakiri, asahi nakiri and/or sarge.

thats like it

contains. f!reader, angst, bonten arc but no spoilers, original character for the sake of the story, sugar daddy/sugar baby au, mentions of alcohol drinking, (1) scene of sexual intercourse, suggestive themes, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of overstimulation, pet names. please lmk if i missed anything else! ^^

wc. 5,000+

notes. originally wrote this for mikey’s birthday but i got into a slump so i had a hard time finishing this but here we are! admittedly not one of my best work i think hhh but i really like writing mikey in angst hhh idk why. anw, i had fun writing this i hope you’ll enjoy reading this as well! rbs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! <3 thank you so much 💗 UNEDITED. please bear with me :>

++ i listened to these songs while writing this, if you can, listen to these songs while reading for dramatic effect hhh hehe ^^ nevertheless by rio, nevertheless by nightoff, whisper by park ji woo, the rose song by rio, sweetbitter by rio, and heavy heart by rio.

It wasn’t supposed to play out like this. When you wished that you needed a helping hand to prevent yourself from drowning, this wasn’t the help that you were thinking of. But you suppose, you couldn’t do anything about it.

Everything that happened after you met him string along thousands of unexpected things — and uncertainties. That at first, you didn’t pay any attention to it. You were too entranced on seeing the slip ups of his smile, how his eyes would crinkle a bit after the sides of his lips would tug upwards… You were too bewitched every time you’d hear his laugh, how he’ll slightly scrunch his nose in the process… you got wrapped up in a bubble where you want to do anything — everything — just to make him happy.

The question floats around the air… how did it come to this?

Red resembles tears and lust of greed, yet for tartaglia, the eleventh fatui harbinger, it resembles your suffering and hopeless plea. I don’t want to die, ajax. Is the only thing that kept him alive in his prudent guilt.

characters : childe x gn!reader

contains : major character death, tuberculosis, heavy angst, hurt no comfort, hallucination, kind of thrilling/creepy, mentions of blood.

a/n : i’m giving up on making fluff headcannons, i’m bad at it and i’m not even going to lie. Let’s just stick with those classic major character death angst shall we? (Ah yes i have a really bad writing block so do excuse me)

summary: maybe thinking about you affects them more than they thought? or have they really realized just how much you occupy their minds? who knows, but it is pretty cute to know their reactions to you whenever you may be mentioned in conversation

pairings: childe, diluc, & xiao x gn!reader

style & genre: written; fluff, modern!au

notes: the albedo museum date will have to be rescheduled because i found this in my drafts and never remembered to post it haha. to be honest idk what this was supposed to be exactly so i’ll just say a little slice-of-life genre in school with the boys

and also i am living for the friendship pairings i put here

i am so drained from school and i need one of them irl rn please 🤧

Childe

“I’m telling you I’m fine!” Childe scoffs as his friend insists on shoving him in the direction of the nurse’s office. He hisses when a particularly sharp jab is directed into his side and his friend huffs, clearly satisfied at the reaction and annoyed at Childe’s reluctance to get himself checked.

“Fine, you say. You have to stop picking fights when you know you can avoid them.” Kaeya chuckles, knowing this’ll just go in one ear and out the other with him, but it never hurt to try. Especially with the recent information that allowed the blue-haired student to have the upperhand.

A smirk appears on his face and Childe raises an eyebrow in confusion and wariness. “What?”

Kaeya shrugs, a mischievous grin now overtaking his features as he walks ahead of the other. “I suppose that y/n will be sitting alone in the office, waiting for the bell to ring for their next class.” He doesn’t have to turn around to see Childe stop his tracks as he takes in the information.

“Th… They’re in the nurse’s office?” Childe looks up slowly to see Kaeya tilt his head, “Are you messing with me right now?” Kaeya only laughs and walks away, waving his hand in the air. 

“I mean, I did say you should get yourself checked but if you don’t want to then–” Childe doesn’t hear the rest of his friend’s statement as he limps over to the room where you were waiting.

It wasn’t like you knew he would walk in with “minor” injuries, as he says,  and a bright smile on his face that he only seemed to have whenever he was around you.

Characters: gn!reader x Xiao

Warning: hurt, injury, not proofread, very little angst

Part 1:  (Diluc, Childe, Albedo, Kaeya)

Part 2:  (Zhongli)

It was not unusual for a traveller like you to go adventuring just for the sole purpose of collecting materials. That was your normal every day grind. Some days were better than others, getting hurt was not something abnormal either but so far, any injury you sustained had been manageable.

If there was one thing that you tried to avoid while you were out gathering materials. One thing you hated to encounter, it was the Ruin Hunter. And yet you were face to face with it. Those cannons. It was your worst nightmare. 

“Mother of Archons just stop shooting!” You yelp as you duck behind a tree again, you were getting really tired. You took a deep breath, and decided to put all your remaining energy into defeating it. You didn’t think there was a way to outrun it at this moment.

[A/N: this was supposed to be a quick warmup drabble that i thought would take 15-30 minutes. one hour and several narrow avoidances of ugly crying later, i have whatever this messy ball of angst is. this is totally not self-indulgent whatsoever it’s not like i adore childe or anything aHaHa]

genre: angst

tw: this fic contains mentions of blood and wounds

“Go on.”

A blade as clear and pure as water hovers mere centimeters away from your throat, dripping with some unknown substance— was it your blood or his? Or was it from the blade itself? Your head is too fogged with pain to think straight.

“She ordered you to eliminate me at all costs, didn’t she?” Your voice is feeble, your strength spent from exhaustion; you had known from the very beginning that you were no match for Tartaglia in the battlefield, but you still chose to face him in spite of that. Now he knelt over your fallen form, his blade pressed to your neck.

" THE 101 DEFINITIONS OF LOVE "

what was love?

the old lady that sells you apples describes it like this: love is the yawning night spent reminiscing the days of yore. it's the bitter aftertaste of the coffee beans you have grown and brewed on your own. its lingering aroma fills the cracks of silence and you find that nostalgia and your home-brew go hand in hand as it attempts to comfort a soul far too gone. when their feeble attempts inevitably fail, the first tear falls. that is love. the mourning over the lost, the blood that never dries even after years of passing, the pain that lingers even when it has no more reason to. love is everything grand — it's the farewell, the war, and above all, it's everything that follows; ever-present rain and no shine. love is perhaps, finding the memoirs laid forgotten in the ruins of what has transpired and weeping for yesterday, now, and tomorrow.

" THE 101 DEFINITIONS OF LOVE "

what was love?

the old lady that sells you apples describes it like this: love is the yawning night spent reminiscing the days of yore. it's the bitter aftertaste of the coffee beans you have grown and brewed on your own. its lingering aroma fills the cracks of silence and you find that nostalgia and your home-brew go hand in hand as it attempts to comfort a soul far too gone. when their feeble attempts inevitably fail, the first tear falls. that is love. the mourning over the lost, the blood that never dries even after years of passing, the pain that lingers even when it has no more reason to. love is everything grand — it's the farewell, the war, and above all, it's everything that follows; ever-present rain and no shine. love is perhaps, finding the memoirs laid forgotten in the ruins of what has transpired and weeping for yesterday, now, and tomorrow.

word count: 2.8k

“ i know i’ll fall in love with you baby and that’s not what i wanna do ”

If you were asked to describe what it felt like for him to be in love with you, what proof of life will you give to make sure you weren’t just hallucinating?

“More.” He breathed as you nodded, heavy pants while your lips reconnect due to his demands but the tight grip on your waist wasn’t the sign of relief you were looking for as the pent up tension escalates into disarray until Mikey’s hand creeps to the base of your neck, such fragile movements with your skin being tinted by the sin in his hands.

And just like that, such darling darksome eyes ruin your heart while he retracts his temporary affection from you.

“I need to go.”

pairing: manjiro sano x gn!reader

— in which mikey knows you're not his to hold.

words: 781

songs: heather- conan gray can we kiss forever- kina

Maybe it wasn’t akin to the future he dreamed of, maybe it turned out to be rather presumptuous, maybe rather too contradictory to what he wanted- maybe none at all. But he, in his normal state of mind, had never thought that his flower of hopes, dwindles of his deepest sentiments, and love of his comforts would get swayed this easily by none other than his closest friend.

He knew it wasn’t mitsuya’s fault, none at all, since all he did was exist as the extremely talented being as he is; live on life as if he was arranging scattered pieces of cards little by little - and beautifully.

Maybe that was what attracted you as well, the subtle carefreeness in the midst of amusement and the serious, committed gaze of his eyes while at work. Maybe he fed your sempiternal need for perfection in life, the need for sequence, and the need for a flutter.

mikey wanted to be that person to you. He wanted to be the sunlight that smothers you in the morning, to be the smooth lukewarm wind in the autumn, and to be the vague inspiration that motivates you to go on in the middle of the night. Maybe it was all too selfish of him in regards to hopes of finding himself beside you, laughing and smiling with him under all verdancy of affection.

love me, love me.

But turned out you were a floating feather of a river that remained drenched in honeyed and sweet waters; swirled into paradisiac patterns unguided by anyone else- like the subtle fleeting of a ballerina- and you wished, you looked for someone to take you to the shore and offer you a path of guidance, to show you a world full of rhapsodies.

And he. He was the same. The same but a little more ragged piece of feather adrift at sea with no direction and no one to salvage him. He was lost, terrified and a neglect that no one would opt to extricate from the prickling swamp of world’s existence. Of course, you didn’t want him, an imperfection. Of course, you wanted the hand that lifted you up from the waters and showed you the tips of mountains and grass, the baedeker to your lost old map. But his mind screamed the same old words,

love me, love me.

So when he accepted the premeditated fate of rejection and still, with firm footsteps, approached you- completely knowing that his wishes were akin to a butterfly finding warmth in winter, like an ancient prisoner wanting more than stale bread, like a human lost in ocean desiring sweet river water - he knew it was hopeless, useless and everything on that line; but his persistent will told him to get this off his chest. So he did.

He brought a single rose to you and his trembling lips, dry as a dead leaf, enunciated, I am wanting an island in place of a cottage, I know it’s too much of me to ask. Even though you won’t reciprocate, I will say. —"I like you, have liked you since the day we held hands" — and the night you fetched clean snow, for me, to make a snowman I believed wasn’t possible. So I will say, you are my hope. And even if you won’t let me be yours, you’ll forever be my sunlight of hopes.

love me, love me.

And then you laughed, quite loudly and nonchalantly. Your head tipping back, while your eyes crinkled like a crescent moon and your lips, took him as a boffola.

“you must be joking. I’m sure there are others behind that rake waiting to laugh.”

He didn’t want to break that beautiful smile of yours, or the jubilant sparkle of your eyes that considered his words to be a travesty to the expression of love- he didn't want to break your propitious presumption and utter the words better left unsaid.

While your smile paints the sky with colors more than his palette has ever smeared, more than the rainbows can ever hold- he looks down to the black ground, the sentiments at the back of his eyes threatening, brooding above his heart.

“this is not a joke.”

While your eyes, are on the dark sky above, he mutters something much heavier than the steady night could shoulder; something much darker than the dawn could challenge, something much saner than the turbulence of his heart. In the cold chilly night. He whispers that he’s okay, that he’s alright with the curve of your lips, alright with your happiness that wasn’t him.

He whispers that he didn’t need the love that wrecked your happiness to shards, shards even mitsuya can’t put together.

‘love me, love me.’

'love me, not him, love me, not him.'

Draken: *stares at Mikey*

Mikey: What?

Draken: *whispers* Do you feel secure?

Author: @mahitopegger

Word Count: 730

Pairing: Manjiro Sano x Reader

Summary: Mikey acts like he wants you to leave but you know he never really does.

A/N: I hate Mikey but happy birthday to him I guess. This is fluff. Please let me know what you think!

— going on a road trip with toman

; w i t h sano manjirou ( + tokyo manji gang )

; w a r n i n g gender neutral, second pov (you/your), cursing, fluff, humor, au - everyone lives / nobody dies, timeline: future au, highschool, platonic relationship

; a / n a little late to some countries but here’s a happy mikey with toman for his birthday.

; l i n k s playlist

“Where the fuck is the meat?”

“Why the fuck would you bring meat?” Peyan retorts, scrunching his nose. They were going to a goddamn mountain, shouldn’t they be bringing vegetables or snacks instead for the movie night? Even he was capable enough to know that!

As far as Baji knew, meat was for whenever and wherever you want to eat them.

Going stargazing with them

characters: sano manjiro, matsuno chifuyu, hanemiya kazutora

warnings: timeskip! kazutora, spoiler in kazuora’s part, pure fluff, no pronouns used for reader

a/n: this night i saw many shooting stars soo i just had to write this

Deadass fell asleep💀

Well before that, he ate most of the snacks he brought for the two of you.

Then, Mikey settled his head down on your lap, looking at you staring mesmerized at the many stars in the sky.

He thought that you looked absolutely breathtaking with the stars reflecting in your eyes and your hair softly moving because of the gentle breeze.

And he didn’t hesitate to bluntly tell you what he thought: “You look really beautiful right now.”

That was legit all he said. Not even a second later, he turned around to lay on his side and fell asleep.

So Mikey didn’t notice how you looked down and gave him a sweet little smile before stroking his hair with one hand and continuing to admire the night sky.

Chifuyu had read enough romance mangas to know exactly how a stargazing date had to look like.

And he also planned everything out from picking you up to setting up the blanket and the snacks.

You were laying next to each other, holding hands and pointing out things you saw in the sky.

Everything was perfect, the two of you already saw a few shooting stars and the whole atmosphere in general was just comfortable.

But there was one significant thing that Chifuyu forgot when he was planning the date. To check the weather.

Yes, he really thought about everything except the weather.

So it was a surprise for you both when suddenly rain began to pour down.

Chifuyu felt sad that the rain ruined your date that he planned out to the last detail and he almost wanted to apologize to you when he saw the big smile on your face.

You stood up, looked at your boyfriend sitting in the rain and held out your hand: “Come on Fuyu, let’s dance!”

And so the two of you ended up dancing in the rain, which was honestly not too bad either.

You two went stargazing the same night he got released from prison.

A few years had passed and even though you tried to stay in contact as much as possible, there was still a lot of catching up to do.

So here you were, on top of a little hill, staring at the stars in silence, letting all the information you just exchanged sink in.

That was when you saw it. A shooting star.

Excitedly, you pointed it out to Kazutora while silently making a wish.

After you opened your eyes, you looked to your boyfriend, asking if he too made a wish.

But he just shook his head: “My wish already came true.”

When you didn’t answer, he continued: “I wanted to be with you again.”

Tearing up a little, you hugged Kazutora and tried to hide your face in his chest.

“Thanks for waiting for me, y/n.”, he whispered.

“I’ll always wait for you, Tora.”

Bonten!Mikey x gn!reader

Summary: You still love Mikey after he changed