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hello my lovely son.
how have you been?
anyway, enough small talk let's get straight to the point.
can you do a mikey from tokyo revengers and a non- binary reader
the reader should be able to beat Mikey if they wanted and mikey sees them as a problem because of that.
they should be childhood friends and mikeys brother back then liked her a lot and treated them as an little sibling. reader should also get along well with draken and they should have relationship were they both respect each other.
so the plot should be that it's finally mikeys birthday and reader was not invited so they burst into their location were they celebrate and makes a scene. let them throw some hands and kicks until one of them stops for some reason. reader doesn't leave and gives their gift to Mikey with an look of anger, still being in a bad mood that he didn't think about inviting them in the first place.
mikey opens it and sees keys in it in confusion everyone goes outside and sees a new motorcycle.
that was the motorcycle from his older brother that reader repaired so it looked as good as new to use.
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Hoi hoi again, my lovely mother owo
I've been good gdifghdifg
I'm honestly kinda scared to write this- cause- aaaaaahhh- MikEy- OnEshOt- scared to make him ooc ghsdgf
And I didn't specifically mentioned anyone besides Draken, Takemichi and Mikey cause I still don't really know anything about Mitsuya, Baji and the others, but they are there
TW: a bit angsty? But it's a happy ending
Part 2 "Misunderstanding"
I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading!
Manjiro Sano x gn! reader
Art is mine!
Happy brithday, ya lil shit
"What do you mean, I'm not invited??"
"Hey, calm down and ask Mikey, I'm just answering your question."
(Y/N) stared blankly at the wall infront of them, hand tightly gripping their phone. They hear Draken sigh on the other side of the line, "I gotta go, the meeting 's 'bout to begin. See ya." And with that, Ken hung up, leaving (Y/N) pouting in their room, clearly about to punch the wall beside them.
How dare Mikey not invite the (Y/HC)-haired to his birthday party?? The two of them used to be so close. They were always together when they were younger. Manjiro's brother even saw (Y/N) as a little sibling! So what happened?
(Y/N)'s incredible strenght happened. After a certain fight, Mikey got scared of the thought that his childhood friend could easily overpower him if they wanted to. And thus, the whole gang.
It might have been a stupid fear to have, but Mikey couldn't help it. The thought of loosing someone by the hands of someone he holds so dearly was just too much.
But (Y/N) had no idea why the blonde suddenly acted so distant and tried to get close to him again. They even got him a very special gift for his birthday that year, put all their sweat and blood into finishing it up. But, they couldn't just come uninvited to a party, right?
Well, they pretty much didn't care about that.
(Y/N) stood up from their bed and stuffed their hands in their pockets, a deep frown on their face, "This isn't fair...", they mumbled under their breath, kicking their chair out of the way to go to the garage to check on the present, " 'Mikey said you're not invited' ", they mocked Ken's tone, "I don't need an invitation."
The (Y/HC)-haired kicked open the door that is connected to the garage and slammed it close behind them again.
Time to see if their hard work really paid off.
The sun was about to set when the birthday party was already in full swing, music blasting through the closed windows, the smell of pizza and other junk food and cakes filling the living room where all the teenagers were. The boys where laughing and eating, some were playing Sing Star while the others held their ears or talked to each other on the other side of the room.
Mikey sat cross-legged on the couch and happily munched on a piece of his birthday cake. Draken sat on his right, devouring his share of one of the pizzas. And Takemichi sat on Mikey's left, enjoying the vibe, even though he was a bit overwhelmed.
(Y/N) could feel the happy atmosphere from outside the house, making them feel a clench in their chest. But they didn't dare to show anything but anger. Not yet, at least. (Y/N) stuffed their hands in their pockets and fumbled with Mikey's present in one of them.
Why were they so nervous all of the sudden? They could feel their heart beating in their chest, their head and in their fingers.
But they ignored the feeling after taking a few deep breathes.
If Mikey doesn't want anything to do them anymore, fine.
But they at least wanted him to have it.
They stepped closer to the front door and ringed the bell, ready to push anyone aside that opened the door and doesn't let them in right away. But they promised themself to try not to hurt them while doing that, it would be one of Mikey's friends after all. (Y/N) didn't want to hurt any of Mikey's friends.
Poor Takemichi, he was the only one who heard the bell over the screaching singing of the others. Confused he walked up to the door and opened it, but he only got to open it a tiny bit. As soon as (Y/N) heard the door knob, something switched inside of them. They were pissed, felt betrayed.
With a kick against the door by the (Y/HC)-haired, Takemichi got sandwiched between said door and the wall next to him. The loud thud and the blonde's surprised yelp caught the attention of the others. Draken almost choked on his pizza slice by the sudden disturbance.
Mikey's shooked expression quickly turned into a frown, as he recognized them, while Draken swallowed his food and rubbed his temples, "I knew this was gonna happen...", he mumbled to himself. Ken send them a look, kindly asking them to go before shit went down, with his eyes.
(Y/N) however, casually walked inside, while Takemichi rubbed his face and closed the door again before he even realized how the atmosphere changed. He froze when he noticed the pissed of glances between the stranger and the gang members.
Takemichi gulped, shit was indeed about to go down.
Manjiro stood up from the couch and continued to stare at (Y/N) with an unamused expression, "What are you doing here?"
(Y/N) walked towards him, hands still stuffed in their pockets, "Nice question,", they replied, "I got a better one. Why do you act so coldly towards your childhood friend? What the fuck did I do??"
Mikey clicked with his tongue, ignoring the question. He had a feeling they would come sooner or later, but now that they're there, his nervousness rose higher and higher, "Get out of her-"
"But why!?", (Y/N) cut him off, "What the fuck did I do!? Why do you suddenly hate me so much!?"
The clench in their chest reappeared again, but they ignored it. If they would let their feelings interrupt them now, they will never get the answers to their questions.
Takemichi looked back and forth between (Y/N) and Mikey, //Why is noone saying anything??//, he asked himself, slightly panicking internally. Draken stood up and walked around the couch to stand next to Takemichi. "Don't get involved.", was all he said to the shorter male, making him nod in return.
Suddenly Mikey raised his foot, trying to land a kick to (Y/N)'s neck, but (Y/N) caught it with one hand. "I will leave once you tell me why I'm suddenly such a bad person in your eyes!", they yelled, but Mikey kept silent. He ripped his leg from their grasp and tried to punch them in their stomach.
The (Y/EC)-eyed managed to catch that attack too, holding onto his wrist and quickly grabbing the other, "Why won't you tell me!?"
"Just shut up and leave!", the blonde grabbed onto the other's wrists as well for support and jumped, boring his feet in their stomach with full force, making them gasp.
They let go of his wrist, turning to look to the side. They clenched their fists and bit their bottom lip in hopes of holding their tears in, but it was already too late.
(Y/N) tried to stiffle their sob as best as they could as the tears rolled down their cheeks to their chin, before raining down onto their top.
Mikey's eyes widened in surprise, whiping his death glare off his face completely, "What...?", he asked in a whisper, only now realising the emotions, the pain of the other.
(Y/N)'s heart was beeing stomped on, kicked and bitten. At least, that's how it felt like. They wiped their tears out of their face with their arm, but new ones came right after. They didn't even care anymore.
With one swift move, they grabbed their present for Mikey out of their pocket and threw it at him, hitting his chest. Mikey caught it last second, staring at it with widened eyes. "Happy birthday, ya lil shit.", they said through gritten teeth, their voice scratchy ans slightly croaky.
They tunred around and left, leaving the others stare at them until they left their eye sight, while Mikey slowly opened the box in his hands.
Takemichi slowly stepped closer to the shorter male, but didn't dare to say a word. Draken put a hand on Takemichi's shoulder to hold him back again. The last thing Mikey needed was someone asking if he was okay or anything of that sort.
Mikey's hands were shaky as he took out his gift from inside the box. It was a key, a motorcycle key.
"No way!", he exclaimed loudly as he recognized the shape and design from said key. The blonde immediately ran outside, looking around for the motorcycle. He almost fell on his knees as he found it and ran towards it. This couldn't be real!
The others quickly followed their leader outside, finding him slowly approaching a motorcycle with wobbly steps. Mikey let his fingers brush against the cold metal, hands and breath shaky, "No way...", he repeated in a whisper.
Flashbacks to his childhood flooded his mind. His brother...this motorcycle...it was his brother's. Mikey always wanted to ride on it on his own. He promised (Y/N) to give them a ride on it one day.
The memory hit him like a lightning bolt, right to the chest. He felt so quilty...He never wanted to hurt (Y/N) the way he did. He was so stupid- so stupid- so endlessly stupid!
Everyone stared at the motorbike, most of them in shook and confusion. Draken was pretty much the only one who understood what was going on, but he didn't answer any question that was asked out loud.
"(Y/N)...you crazy fucker.", he mumbled. Takemichi looked up at him, "What do yo-"
"Draken!", Mikey yelled as he turned around, his faces covered in thick tears, "Please! P-please get (Y/N)! I don't want them to leave!"
Manjiro Sano x gn! reader
This is a continuation for: Happy birthday, ya lil shit
This might seem a bit rushed at some places, but it is 100% intentional
I added a list of all my current requests and in which order I write them in my pinned post!
I hope this is satisfactory and yall enjoy reading!
Art is mine!
Misunderstanding
The sound of motorcycle engines filled the street. Streetlamps were already flickering on as the sun slowly set, leaving the moon the nightsky for itself. Leaving the birthday party behind, the two teenagers, Mikey and Draken, turned countless corners, searched countless places, but they found nothing.
Mikey felt like he was about to have an anxiety attack from the amount of stress and fear that was flooding through his body. He gripped the handlebars of his brother's-no, his new motorcycle.
It has been a long, nerve wracking night, it didn't seem to stop any time soon either. Mikey gritted his teeth as he felt himself get dizzy. He slowly but surely drove his way over to the sidewalk, Draken following him.
They stopped and got off of their motorcycles. Draken looked down at his friend, it's been so long since he last saw that dead look on his face. It made him furrow his eyebrows and wonder what happened between Mikey and (Y/N) in the first place.
Sure, he knew about Mikey's fears of (Y/N)'s strength and all of that, but...that couldn't be all, right?
Whatever it was, Ken had to look after the smaller one now, "We should head back for now, they're probably already home."
Mikey leaned against his motorcycle, holding one hand over one side of his face, "And you're sure you don't know where they live now?", he asked in a rather quiet voice.
"Yeah, they moved a few weeks ago."
Mikey looked down at his feet, he had been so stupid to just throw away their friendship like that. But he was determined to make up for his mistakes. He nodded at Draken's proposal and hopped on his motorcycle again.
He didn't sleep all too well that night, but he at least got some sleep. Not like the (Y/HC)-haired who laid on their bed, staring at the ceiling. "I'm such an idiot!", they cursed themself out, burying their face in their hands, "I could've just said 'Hey, Mikey, I'm sorry if I hurt you in any type of way. I don't want to disturb you any further tonight so here is your present. I'd be very happy if we could talk this through sometime. Happy birthday, enjoy the rest of the night.' and left!"
They rolled onto their side, "But nooooooo~ I just had to play the angry drama queen and ruin everything!", they frowned as they held back their tears and hugged themself tightly, "I don't deserve to be his friend."
Suddenly their phone vibrated, they got a message, but they weren't in the mood to communitcate with anyone right now. They took their phone from behind them and threw it onto their desk beside the bed.
(Y/N) couldn't understand their choices anymore, why they did and said certain things. It's as if they just got control over their body again. //So that's why people shouldn't let their emotions guide them through stuff like this.//
They unlocked that knowloege, but not the how-to to make things better.
(Y/N) wanted nothing but to repair their relationship, but they were sure Mikey didn't want anything to do with them anymore. At least they had the chance to give him the keys to the motorcycle. It took them so long to repair it.
//Mikey probably thought I stole that thing to make money or someth-//
Their (Y/EC) eyes widened in shock. What if Mikey really thought that?
The (Y/LN) houshold did have some financial problems, but the thought of selling Shinchiro's motorcycle never even crossed (Y/N)'s mind up until now. Maybe this whole thing was just a huge misunderstanding!
"Oh my god- what do I do now? If Mikey really thought that- I-"
They quickly sat up, teeth gritted annoyedly. Staring down at their clenched fists they attempted to think about what they should do next. They feared Mikey wouldn't let them talk if they tried to explain their point of view to him.
But they couldn't just sit there and do nothing.
Their eyes wandered to their phone on their desk. Maybe, just maybe, Draken was willing to arrange something. (Y/N) sighed as they stood up to grab their phone. //I won't pester him with that today...but I should check if he blocked me.// They almost let go of their phone when they turned it on. The message they got a few minutes ago was from Draken.
The little bit of the message they could already see without going to the messager app made their heart flutter in hope and excitement.
Dragon boi: Hey Mikey liked the present v much Do you...
Without hesitating even furhter, they opened the message and read it thoroughly a few times.
Dragon boi: Hey Mikey liked the present v much Do you think you could talk things through with him?
(Y/N) wasn't sure what to answer. This was exactly what they wished for for so long, but now that it is actually possible, it felt a bit surreal. The possibility that this could be some sort of trap was off the table, at least.
Draken would never do something like that. Neither would Mikey.
If that's possible. I'd be happy about that. I feel like a total asshole.
Surprisingly, Draken responded immediately.
Dragon boi: You ARE a total asshole, but Mikey doesn't want to let you go So come to the hideout tomorrow after school Mikey said you know where that is
"The hideout?", (Y/N) asked themself in a quiet voice as a memory of the past made itself present. (Y/N) and Mikey used to hang out in their secret hideout a lot, it was a perfect tiny clearing in the forest with a big rock covering up the view to the city. They shared secrets and stories there, made promises and bets. It was their little hideout, their little secret, their little safe space.
But ever since Mikey's brother passed, they haven't been there, they have been drifting apart.
(Y/N) was scared, but since when was that a reason not to do something?
Manjiro took a deep breath as he arrived at the forest and let his eyes wander around. It felt so nostalgic, nothing except for the height of the plants changed. He let himself get flooded by memories of the old times. The time when he and (Y/N) came up with a story to remember the way to the hideout in particular.
It made him smile, he felt a lot better overall now that he knew it was all just a misunderstanding on his part. The blonde had yet to talk to them, but the pain in his chest and the pressure in his stomache were already gone.
Not too long after Mikey's arrival, another person entered the forest. (Y/N) had no idea which way to go to go to the park, to the lake, anywhere, but they could never forget how to get to the hideout.
"After they entered the forest, they went deeper in and turned right. They defeated the giant and climbed over the giant's lost leg.", they muttered to themself as they went a bit deeper into the forest, following the path until they heard a familiar voice.
"Wait, wasn't it the giant's lost arm?"
Out of reflex, they replied without even thinking.
"Huh? No? How come you say that everytime when-"
(Y/N)'s shocked expression made Mikey laugh as he came out from behind the tree (Y/N) was standing next to. "Because I'm pretty sure we agreed on saying it was the arm.", he said, a little smile on his face, but without his usual voice. One could hear he was holding himself back a bit, not wantig to jump right into it.
The other bit their inner cheek and said nothing. Were they even allowed to say anything?
Mikey of course noticed that and began to walk as he spoke, "Let's just say: 'They defeated the giant and climbed over the giant's lost body part' then.", he stopped for a second to smile back at the (Y/HC)-haired before he continued to walk to through the bushes.
(Y/N) was so confused about their feelings. Shouldn't they be nervous? Shouldn't they feel anxious?
The only thing they felt was a spark of excitement in their chest and a tug upwards at the corners of their mouth.
In the end, they followed the blonde to the giant's lost body part which was just a fallen tree, lying there. But no one dared to say that to one of them when they were little kids, they would've gotten a roundhouse kick from Mikey for destroying the illusion for (Y/N).
Mikey jumped onto the tree branch and turned around to watch the other come closer before he held out a hand for them, "Give me your hand or you might slip up again.", he said in a teasing tone, making the other pout, "That was one time, you asshole!", as they realized what they just said, they quickly covered their mouth with their hands and apologized.
The blonde jumped off of the branch and placed his hands on their shoulders, making them flinch slightly, "Don't apologize for being yourself when you are around me." That sincere look in his eyes almost made (Y/N) tear up, it was so surreal. This whole scenario was so surreal. So surreal. This had to be some sort of dream, it couldn't be real.
(Y/N) just couldn't shake off the unreal feeling about everything, starting from Draken's text messages to this point.
But they knew this was happening.
(Y/N) slowly nodded and walked towards the branch. They took a glance back at Mikey before straight up jumping over that giant tree branch, "I don't need you hand, ya lil shit!"
Mikey grinned, euphoria slowly building up inside of him. He jumped ontop of the branch again, leaving the other no time to react as he jumped off, onto their back, "Who are ya calling 'lil shit', huh?"
Trying to shake the blonde off, (Y/N) let out a little laugh, "Get off! You're fucking heavy!"
They were still laughing when they arrived at the hideout and sat down against the big rock. As they slowly calmed down, Mikey remembered the reason why they were there in the first place. He looked up at the sky and collected his thoughts while the other glanced over at him.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N).", the blonde spoke up, his voice and expression suddenly much more serious now, "I thought you stole my brother's things back then to sell them when he passed.", he admitted, proving (Y/N)'s theory to be correct, "I found out that my mother stored the stuff somewhere else, but since the motorcycle was still gone, I didn't bother to apologize to you for being so cold and judging you for something you didn't do. And ontop of that...you grew so much stronger than me and it- it scared me. I was in such a bad and vulnerable state, I was scared to loose someone else. Especially by the hands of the one I considered my best friend for so long."
(Y/N) stayed silent, but laid their hand ontop of Mikey's as a sign that it's alright.
"Just yesterday I realized how delousional that was. Why would my best friend steal my brother's stuff and then harm my loved ones?"
"I understand why you might have thought so...My family needed money and I wasn't really the calmest after he passed. You see, I'm sorry too. I let myself get carried away by my emotions way too much when I should've let my brain speak for once."
Mikey averted his gaze from the sky to the one beside him, "Still...I feel guilty and want to make things better between us. I want to be friends again."
(Y/N) smiled, slowly leaning down to rest their head on Mikey's shoulder, "I never stopped seeing you as the bestest friend I've ever had." The blonde rested his head against their head, a relieved smile on his face, "I'm glad.", he whsipered.
Crying and sobbing while finally watching season 2 of Tokyo Revengers because what even is goofy silly happiness anymore - it is non-existent😭
Good news is, I'll reopen requests for TR soon, so be hype for that
tokyo revengers fic be on the look out. in stores near you... not really but will be released on my blog soon!
Its called Mentally Unstable Occult
Mentally Unstable Occult | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader
The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!
Description: Mentally Unstable Occult | You are Here More about you: More about you Prologue: A Life Before Chapter 1: The Reality I've Been Searching for | TBW Chapter 2: You remind me so much of him | TBW Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Insanity | TBW
A boy born into a different world, still remembering his old life. The torment of it made him go insane. On top of that, he can see and talk to ghosts now? How in the hell was that possible? Nothing made sense to the boy, but it never did, really. Now he has to navigate this life, knowing the future outcomes of everything, but not being able to tell anyone. And having to deal with the multiple attachments he's acquired, both in his past life and his current one. And not only spiritual attachments.
Will this be any better than his previous life?
Warning: Music and art isn't mine, I do not own Tokyo Revengers but I do own this story. Other warnings: - Yandere Themes - Death - Murder - Gore - Abuse - Anxiety Attacks - Identity crisis - Semi Nsfw (It's very minimal) -Will add more if needed
Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!
Mentally Unstable Occult | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader
The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!
Description: Mentally Unstable Occult | You are Here More about you: More about you | TBW Prologue: A Life Before | TBW
A boy born into a different world, still remembering his old life. The torment of it made him go insane. On top of that, he can see and talk to ghosts now? How in the hell was that possible? Nothing made sense to the boy, but it never did, really. Now he has to navigate this life, knowing the future outcomes of everything, but not being able to tell anyone. And having to deal with the multiple attachments he's acquired, both in his past life and his current one. And not only spiritual attachments.
Will this be any better than his previous life?
Warning: Music and art isn't mine, I do not own Tokyo Revengers but I do own this story. Other warnings: - Yandere Themes - Death - Murder - Gore - Abuse - Anxiety Attacks - Identity crisis - Semi Nsfw (It's very minimal) -Will add more if needed
Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!
More about You | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader
The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!
Description: Mentally Unstable Occult More about you: More about you | {You are here} Prologue: A Life Before Chapter 1: The Reality I've Been Searching for | TBW Chapter 2: You remind me so much of him | TBW Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Insanity | TBW
Name: y/n l/n
Birthday: y/b/d
Sexuality: Bisexual
Previou age: 17
Age: 15
Height: 5'7
Appearance: H/L H/C hair, Shiny E/C eyes, S/T skin
Personality :Emotionally turned off, paranoid, anxious, mentally unstable, protective, violent, kind to those he deeply cares about, impulsive, apathetic, and funny
Other notes: Y/n can see ghosts from both his own world and the world he was reincarnated in. These ghosts keep Y/n safe and protects him from those who intend to hurt him, even if Y/n can fight those people physically. Y/n has a thing for fighting, and it brings a smile to his face when he feels the adrenaline kick in. Y/n has a younger brother names Lucas, and Lucas adores Y/n. Y/n has many exes due to trying to fill the empty hole in his heart, but none of them ever worked out and ended up leaving Y/n hurt even more. Y/n watches anime, kid shows, and listening to music as an escapism from his life and using those as a way to fantasize about the perfect life he will never have. Music keeps the ghosts that Y/n talks to from hurting others too much, but also lets them control those Y/n is fighting. Y/n fights to music as a way to ground himself, even though it may seem like it makes things worse. Y/n is a naturally violent fighter, so that is why there is blood shed every time, either from Y/n or the person he is fighting.
Likes: Fighting, Music, Bluey, Studio Ghibli, Bojack Horseman the show, Anime, Tokyo Revengers, Crocs, Sweets, Isolating, knowing random ass facts, referencing stuff from his old world, and laying on the floor
Dislikes: Both his moms, his dad, his ex-boyfriend, sleeping, nighttime, silence, his brother, himself, feeling alone, the fact that he has to redo not only middle school, but high school too
Love interests:
Takemichi Hanagaki
Hinata Tachibana
Natoa Tachibana
Atsushi Sendo
Takuya Yamamoto
Sano Manjiro
Ken Ryuguji
Emma Sano
Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)
Souya Kawata (Angry)
Takashi Mitsuya
Shuji Hanma
Haruchiyo Sanzu
Rindou Haitani
Ran Haitani
Kazutora Hanemiya
Chifuyu Matsuno
Seishi Inui
Hajime Kokonoi
Izana Kurokawa
Kakucho Itto
Hakkai Shiba
Keisuke Baji
Wakasa Imaushi
Takeomi Akashi
Senju Akashi (Kawaragi)
Yuzuha Shiba
A/n: I may or may not have projected way to much on Y/n.. The stuff under the likes is very crucial to how Y/n see's the world and his coping.
Picrew used
Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!
More about You | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader
The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!
Description: Mentally Unstable Occult More about you: More about you | {You are here} Prologue: A Life Before | TBW
Name: y/n l/n
Birthday: y/b/d
Sexuality: Bisexual
Previou age: 17
Age: 15
Height: 5'7
Appearance: H/L H/C hair, Shiny E/C eyes, S/T skin
Personality :Emotionally turned off, paranoid, anxious, mentally unstable, protective, violent, kind to those he deeply cares about, impulsive, apathetic, and funny
Other notes: Y/n can see ghosts from both his own world and the world he was reincarnated in. These ghosts keep Y/n safe and protects him from those who intend to hurt him, even if Y/n can fight those people physically. Y/n has a thing for fighting, and it brings a smile to his face when he feels the adrenaline kick in. Y/n has a younger brother names Lucas, and Lucas adores Y/n. Y/n has many exes due to trying to fill the empty hole in his heart, but none of them ever worked out and ended up leaving Y/n hurt even more. Y/n watches anime, kid shows, and listening to music as an escapism from his life and using those as a way to fantasize about the perfect life he will never have. Music keeps the ghosts that Y/n talks to from hurting others too much, but also lets them control those Y/n is fighting. Y/n fights to music as a way to ground himself, even though it may seem like it makes things worse. Y/n is a naturally violent fighter, so that is why there is blood shed every time, either from Y/n or the person he is fighting.
Likes: Fighting, Music, Bluey, Studio Ghibli, Bojack Horseman the show, Anime, Tokyo Revengers, Crocs, Sweets, Isolating, knowing random ass facts, referencing stuff from his old world, and laying on the floor
Dislikes: Both his moms, his dad, his ex-boyfriend, sleeping, nighttime, silence, his brother, himself, feeling alone, the fact that he has to redo not only middle school, but high school too
Love interests:
Takemichi Hanagaki
Hinata Tachibana
Natoa Tachibana
Atsushi Sendo
Takuya Yamamoto
Sano Manjiro
Ken Ryuguji
Emma Sano
Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)
Souya Kawata (Angry)
Takashi Mitsuya
Shuji Hanma
Haruchiyo Sanzu
Rindou Haitani
Ran Haitani
Kazutora Hanemiya
Chifuyu Matsuno
Seishi Inui
Hajime Kokonoi
Izana Kurokawa
Kakucho Itto
Hakkai Shiba
Keisuke Baji
Wakasa Imaushi
Takeomi Akashi
Senju Akashi (Kawaragi)
Yuzuha Shiba
A/n: I may or may not have projected way to much on Y/n.. The stuff under the likes is very crucial to how Y/n see's the world and his coping.
Picrew used
Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!
Mentally Unstable Occult | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader
The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!
Description: Mentally Unstable Occult | You are Here More about you: More about you Prologue: A Life Before | TBW Chapter 1: The Reality I've Been Searching for | TBW Chapter 2: You remind me so much of him | TBW Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Insanity | TBW
A boy born into a different world, still remembering his old life. The torment of it made him go insane. On top of that, he can see and talk to ghosts now? How in the hell was that possible? Nothing made sense to the boy, but it never did, really. Now he has to navigate this life, knowing the future outcomes of everything, but not being able to tell anyone. And having to deal with the multiple attachments he's acquired, both in his past life and his current one. And not only spiritual attachments.
Will this be any better than his previous life?
Warning: Music and art isn't mine, I do not own Tokyo Revengers but I do own this story. Other warnings: - Yandere Themes - Death - Murder - Gore - Abuse - Anxiety Attacks - Identity crisis - Semi Nsfw (It's very minimal) -Will add more if needed
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A Life Before | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader
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Description: Mentally Unstable Occult More about you: More about you Prologue: A Life Before | {You are here} Chapter 1: The Reality I've Been Searching for | TBW Chapter 2: You remind me so much of him | TBW Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Insanity | TBW
Y/n had no easy life, and not one any child should have had. His parents were never around to see the accomplishments of their son, they were just busy. His brother, Lucas, wasn’t any help either. He was the golden child, and Y/n lived within his shadow. Y/n was the oldest, but his brother just seemed to have the charisma that Y/n lacked.
Y/n grew to isolate himself, and bury himself within his jealousy. Y/n grew up with the harsh parenting of his father, and when his brother came into the world it changed. In Y/N's mind, Lucas was getting special treatment. He grew up thinking that any form of attention only ever came to him when he did something remarkable. But Y/n started to give up on trying, and let Lucas have all the attention.
He didn’t want his brother to become like him, an isolated mess with no one to talk to and resentment for people. There was something that had sought Y/n out, however. The shadows of all kinds of places started to appear to Y/n, telling him of their woes and stories of their ever fleeting pasts. He saw them before when he was younger, usually in his room. They filled the loneliness he had felt from the abandonment of his mother and father.
Y/n would often talk to the shadows, causing curiosity within his family. His parents had thought he was talking to friends on the phone, but they were concerned when Y/n wouldn’t bring these friends over. They had thought he was with delinquents, but never pushed the issue because they never had the time. Lucas, however, wanted to only spend time with Y/n. All he wanted was Y/n look at him with a smile.
Just like their parents did. But all Lucas got was this look of numbness from his other brother. Whenever Lucas tried to reach out to Y/n he would shut the door to his bedroom. This left Lucas a crying mess on the other side. But he would never tell their parents. All Lucas ever wanted from Y/n was the loving and supportive brother he saw in movies and shows.
The one that gives advice on first dates and when the main character's best friend was fighting with them, the older brother would come in and give some jaw dropping response the audience would never expect. And Y/n felt the same. He wanted the loving parents he saw on the TV, ones that loved all their children the same. Y/n gave up on that silly little hopeful idea, knowing it was an unrealistic fantasy that would never come to him.
Due to the constant isolation Y/n brought to himself, he became more absent in his mind. His thoughts were relentless, but they were one of the few things that would ever listen to him. The mental breakdowns he started to have become more violent. The shadows, who he had befriended, had to hold him back from attempting several times. They didn’t have the strength to stop him from hurting himself.
Y/n would hear the cries of the shadows, thinking it was the pain of their past lives. The true reason they were wailing was because of Y/n’s self-destructive behavior. Y/n didn’t even need to try to hide the scars he caused because no one would notice. No one took the time to check in on him. It made his spiraling mind so much worse. The shadows who had become his new family had to put in so much effort to make sure Y/n didn’t die to his own hands.
There was one person, outside the spectral plane, that noticed Y/n’s worsening state. It was Y/n’s brother, Lucas. Lucas tried so hard to reach out to Y/n, to offer him his helping hand. He never knew how else to go about it, seeing his brother’s scars and heavy eye bags. Every time Y/n walked out of his room, Lucas would stare at him horrified. How could their parents not realize how much pain their oldest son was in?
“Y/n, are you okay?”
Y/n looked at Lucas, eyes empty, with no sign of any one present. Y/n only walked past his younger brother, not sparing him a moment. Lucas grabbed Y/n’s hand, causing the h/c haired boy to whip his head around. Lucas let go of Y/n’s hand instantly, startled by the cold, harsh gaze coming from his e/c eyes. Y/n’s voice was low and hoarse.
“Like you care. Just leave me alone.”
Y/n walked away, stepping out of the house. The slam of the front door left Lucas in shock. Tears dripped down his cheeks as they hit the hardwood floor. He did care for Y/n, but why did Y/n not see it? Why was Y/n always pushing him away?
Y/n let the interaction with his brother leave his mind. He was too focused on going into the shops that were close by his house. Y/n only had his phone and wallet in hand, headphones placed on his ears. He walked down his driveway and down the various roads that led to the stores and restaurants that littered the town. His thoughts were stuck on his brother.
He hated Lucas, but there was so much guilt in hating him. He noticed his younger brother's attempts to comfort him. Y/n kept on walking, focusing on the music playing through his headphones. He didn’t want to think about his family, but they always plague his thoughts. Y/n was finally at the small mall with other shops and restaurants surrounding it.
He looked around and noticed that the place wasn’t bustling with people, but more of a calm flow of 2 to 3 people every 3 stores. Y/n sighed, letting out all the anxiety he felt in his stomach, and gently walked around as his eyes darted around. As he was window shopping, one store caught his attention. It was a manga and anime store. Y/n walked in the small store, looking around at all the items that were being showcased. He loved anime, well, some anime, but only because it was his escape from the cruel world he lived through.
He fantasized about these characters loving him endlessly, giving him the attention he never got from anyone else. Y/n picked up a few figurines he liked, looking at them front and back as he admired them. He slipped into his fantasy mind of the never ending love, but it was short-lived as he looked at the many shelves of manga. Y/n dragged himself over to the bookshelves, gently placing the figuring he was holding back on its spot, and started to look through the various manga series that were on display. Y/n mainly focused on the manga of anime’s he’s seen, anxious about starting a series without having the anime to follow along with.
Y/n’s anime choices were also very restricted because he had no way to legally access them and usually had other things to do whenever he had downtime. Even if it seemed like Y/n did nothing in the eyes of those around him, he was quite busy. He did his best in school, getting homework done a week early, trying to find something to be creative, walking around, and just thinking. That was his usual schedule, but there were times where Y/n just needed to listen to something for comfort. To see the silly characters on his screen have better lives than him, so he can imagine one of his own.
Anime wasn’t Y/n’s only escape, show wise, that is. He had the silly kids cartoons from the various streaming sites his parents had bought, and to their stupidity, Y/n had memorized every single password they used in case he got locked out. It didn’t help Y/n’s isolation issues at all, but it made things so much easier. At least that's what he had thought throughout his whole life. Growing up, T.V was what created most of how Y/n views everything, a world where everything ends happy and that people who’ve hurt him will come back and do some big grand gesture and repent for the pain.
That realization came from an adult show he had watched on his own, even if it made him feel worse. That one adult show and one of the many kid shows he loved watching were his therapy, more so than anime was. They taught him the patterns in his own life and reasons why he feels the way he does. Y/n shook his head, trying not to get distracted while he looked through the shelves. He just looked at the several front covers of various series for 30 minutes, and the cashier just watched him, waiting for Y/n to make a choice.
Y/n’s attention shifted to the cashier as he felt them watch him look through the various series. He put the book he was holding back on the shelf, walking over to the checkout counter. He stood loosely in front of the cashier, having a staring contest with them. Both of them had a bored look resting on their features as the cashier rested their head on their hand, propping up their elbow on the counter. The cashier smirked at Y/n, trying to read the boy. Y/n only stared blankly back.
“You not finding what you want?”
Y/n lightly shook his head, his eyes still blank and numb. The cashier chuckled softly as they turned to look through the shelf behind the counter. Y/n watched the cashier as he eyed all the books and figures on the feature wall. Y/n stood patiently, waiting for the cashier to find what they were looking for. The cashier then pulled out a manga and slid it to Y/n from across the counter.
“Try this. I think you’ll like it. There’s a small sitting area behind the shelves if you want to read it.”
Y/n nodded and gently took the manga, not giving the cover a glance. Only after sitting down did Y/n register what the manga was called. He studied the character that was presented on the volume, as the number 1 was big and red. He read the title quietly to himself.
‟Tokyo Revengers…”
After gently opening the cover page, Y/n started to get sucked into the story. The concept of being isekaied to time travel was very new, and he only ever saw it once. This story was vastly different with the plot, but he noticed similarities with the anime he kept thinking of. Y/n sat there for who knows how long, trying to finish this one volume. The cashier was right, Y/n loved it.
Y/n stood up after he finished the book and brought it back to the checkout counter. Before the cashier could ask if Y/n liked it, Y/n walked back to the shelves. The cashier looked curiously as Y/n scavenged to shelves for every single Tokyo Revengers manga that was available. The cashier watched Y/n in awe as the boy walked back to the counter with a large stack of books. They just looked at the stack and then back to Y/n.
“Is that all?”
Y/n only quickly nodded in response as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. He was so excited to go home and read the whole series, or what he could find, anyway. The cashier smiled at Y/n, bagging the last book. They've never seen someone so excited to enjoy reading. Y/n paid the cashier with money he stole from his parents, and immediately ran out of the store.
Y/n paused for a moment after running down the mall. He stopped in front of a fountain and walked closer to it. He stared at the reflection, but the reflection had many eyes staring back. He chuckled lightly as he brought his headphones to his ears. Y/n took a coin out of his pocket and dropped it into the fountain. Y/n stared back at the rippling reflections of all the eyes that were looking at him.
“You guys are pretty late to the party. No matter, let's get home. I have some books to read!”
He turned around, picked up the bags and started to walk out the mall. Some bags started to float out of his hands as one of his ghost friends helped him out. No one noticed the floating back because once the ghost touched it, it disappeared, not to Y/n though. Y/n was the only one who could see what the ghosts carry or touch, and it was hilarious to see sometimes. The other ghosts walked beside him as they all talked in their minds with Y/n.
The main ghost that carried Y/n’s bags was what Y/n considered to be a mother. He loved her dearly, and she loved him. The only thing Y/n has from her past is that she was a mother, but her son disappeared a long, long time ago. So to help, Y/n let her mother him in ways his own mother didn’t. She was the main reason Y/n was still sane with all the isolation he has done throughout his life.
The ghosts among him always called her Mother, and Y/n did too. It only felt appropriate, and it helped him a lot when he needed a mother to depend on. Y/n continued to walk down the streets, trying to get home, but his stomach wouldn’t leave him alone. He looked to Mother, and then back to the other ghosts. Their energy changed to a knowing one as they changed directions to get food.
Y/n skipped along, completely forgetting about his guilty feelings directed toward his brother, and focusing on satiating his hunger. Y/n swayed his head slightly as he focused on his music and looking for a place to eat.
The ghosts all admired Y/n, they thought of him as a god, but Y/n had to explain every time how he wasn’t one. It was quite funny seeing their energies become more confused the more he tried to explain. Y/n stopped walking as he stood in front of a restaurant.
Y/n walked closer, scanning the menu that was displayed outside the restaurant. While scanning the prices, Y/n felt a tap on his shoulder. Y/n turned to meet Mother, her white eyes moving in a way of worry. Y/n gave her one of his rare soft smile as his e/c eyes held a calm gaze. Mother was trying to get Y/n’s attention to the sky, and Y/n looked up to see the sun was already setting.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get back before dark. Not like they’d punish me if I got home late anyway.”
Y/n shrugged his shoulders and walked into the restaurant, with only Mother following after him. Y/n had taken a seat for two, and no one questioned him talking to himself. Well, that’s what the outsiders saw, but he was in a very deep conversation with Mother. Mother was the one to stay with Y/n whenever he went out to eat or to be by himself that wasn’t in his home. Y/n had ordered two servings of f/f to share with Mother, even though she never really needed to eat.
She loved indulging Y/n however. These things were seen as offerings from Y/n, and they were greatly appreciated. Y/n loved spoiling the ghosts that followed him around and helped. Giving them gifts was the best way to show his gratitude. It was also the only way he could show it.
It first started with Y/n giving the ghosts different articles of clothing so he could keep track of who was who. That was before Y/n could read their energies and get a grasp on who he was speaking to without the guidance of a distinctive feature of the shadowy creatures. Y/n had also used the memories he was given in his sleep to discern the ghost he was talking to. The memory sharing became frequent when he went to bed. That was the main reason Y/n hated sleeping.
He didn’t like seeing the pain and sadness of the various past lives of the shadows that followed him around. Those nights with those memory dreams ended up with Y/n having a panic attack. That's when Mother put a restraint on the memory sharing from all the other ghosts. They only ever did it when Y/n asked, and Y/n barely ever did. So the other ghosts resorted to pointing at pictures that related to their lives.
Y/n shook his head, trying not to focus on the other ghosts. His attention got brought to the scent of the f/f he was served. A big smile graced his usually empty face. He pushed the 2nd serving to the seemingly empty seat. Mother took a fort and started to absorb the food's energy. She could feel the love of not only the chef, but from Y/n as well. Y/n looked to Mother, seeing here happy essence.
“You like it? It’s my favorite, though you already know that. You know everything about me. You know me better than my own mom..”
Y/n trailed off, thinking of how a ghost knew more about him than his family. It made him sad that he would never have the relationship he dreamed of having. Mother brought a shadow limb to Y/n’s hand, comforting the boy. Y/n took a heavy sigh and quickly finished the food, wanting to get home. He hated the fact that he ever had to go home in the first place, but he needed to because it's where he felt safest.
Y/n started his walk home after paying for the food. Mother had taken both bags from Y/n, insisting that he needed to rest. She was right, of course, but Y/n was a stubborn soul. He never liked having assistance with tasks like this. He only gave in because Mother was insistent about it.
“L̶e̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶L̶e̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶.̶.̶.̶”
Y/n chuckled and looked at Mother as the two of them walked down the calm streets. Y/n had his hands in his jack pockets, not caring about anything else. He smiled at Mother as she continued to carry the heavy bags full of manga. He loved Mother so much, and couldn’t express how much he did. He turned his head back to face what was in front of him as he walked the dark and dimly lit streets.
“You know, you’re the only one who I’ll let help me. You’re the only one I deeply trust… Mother..”
Mother made a pained noise, feeling the sadness Y/n had now been washed over. Y/n’s eyes dulled, feeling the emptiness he had in his heart before his shopping trip. This always happened, no matter how good a day Y/n had, he would go back to his numb and apathetic heart. Y/n finally stood in front of the door of his house. He took the bags from Mother, and opened the door gently, trying not to make a sound.
Y/n wasn’t quiet enough to keep everyone asleep, well, that’s what he thought when he felt his younger brother watching him. Lucas was worried about Y/n as he was out. Y/n left in the early afternoon and only came back late into the night. Before Lucas could even walk up and confront his older brother, he noticed one of the many books Y/n was carrying fall out of the bag. Lucas let Y/n go to his room to isolate once more, as he gently walked to the book on the floor. He read the title to himself, as it seemed whatever higher being out there had answered his prayers, a way to finally bond with his brother.
After Y/n had dropped that one volume accidentally, Lucas had become so fond of Tokyo Revengers. He had begged his parents to get an anime streaming service so he could watch it, and to also let Y/n watch it in hopes of watching it together. That hope was slowly crushed when Y/n found the account information and only isolated himself even further. Lucas tried plan B, begging for more volumes of Tokyo Revengers, and various other series, for his birthday and for other holidays and giving them to Y/n. Y/n would walk into his room and see a new volume on his desk with a note placed against it.
Y/n always discarded the notes, thinking they were from the ghosts, and quickly read through the new volume he had his hands on. Lucas watched from the crack of the door, sadness weighing down on his chest. He was still very patient, knowing sooner or later Y/n would come up to him and talk about their similar interests. Lucas had kept up with the series, and tried to impress Y/n whenever he was around his older brother. Y/n never thought anything of it, only a boy younger than him ranting about his interests.
Lucas tried so hard for two years trying to connect with Y/n over anime. There were times where Lucas had thought he made it through to his older brother, only to find out it was a brief moment of Y/n's good moods. Lucas had become so caught up in trying to get approval from his brother that it seeped into his other relationships with friends.
Y/n's family issues didn't get any better either. His father had died a year ago, and it took so much from Y/n. He didn't feel connected to his father, but it was way more than his mom. Y/n cried the most he had ever had over a person that night, and it pained Lucas. His death was unknown to Y/n but his mom blamed him for it.
Y/n had to suffer a whole year of scowling looks from his mom, and Lucas had noticed the change. Lucas tried to find out why their mom was treating Y/n this way, but every time he asked, their mom just dismissed it. A year had passed since then and things had become more distant with Y/n and his family. The desires to be in his daydreams grew with every incontinence he faced. However now that he was 17, he could look forward to forging his own life.
Y/n almost being done with school and getting ready to move out and live on his own created so many good feelings within him. This time had been Y/n's happiest because of the hope of Y/n being alone and not having to worry about his parents. Mother was also very excited because she got to see somewhere new and Y/n was feeling better. The other ghosts had soaked up the excited energy, using this as a way to get their messages across better. The ghosts had started to move things around and write on papers left around the floor.
It shocked Y/n that something as simple as his happiness caused such a reaction in the ghosts and shadows around him. To celebrate the good feelings, Y/n was gonna read in the park. All the ghosts, new and old, were ready to join him outside and see the bright sunny day. To Lucas, however, there was this dread that hovered over him.
He had this need to follow Y/n, knowing of his plans to read in the park, to keep him safe. Y/n and the shadows that surrounded him didn't notice Lucas' presence, Lucas following close behind. Once Y/n had reached the park, he took a seat on a soft patch of grass. Y/n had this content smile that amazed Lucas. Lucas had only ever seen Y/n look sad or numb.
Y/n was rereading the first volume of Tokyo Revengers, kicking his feet as he got sucked into his daydreams. Lucas felt something painful settle in his heart. He felt so jealous that a book could make Y/n so happy, and all his attempts only ever made Y/n seem unhappy. Lucas had never felt this jealous, and he didn't understand why. He loved Tokyo Revengers too, so why was this hatred toward it?
Lucas didn't have much time to contemplate it as Y/n got up. Y/n didn't realize he had finished the book within an hour, and the day was still fresh. The warm sun beat down, letting Y/n bask in its warm glow. A soft smile graced Y/n’s lips as he turned his head to slightly gaze at the sun. Lucas was amazed at the scene in front of him, never had he seen his brother this content.
Y/n started to walk slowly across the street, not really paying attention. Lucas wasn’t far too behind, the dreadful feeling still present in his mind. Lucas wasn’t sure, but something bad was going to happen. Y/n held the book he just finished, looking down as he admired the cover. His mind went to his daydreams, and slowed down the most in the middle of the road.
Y/n turned his head when he heard the sound of frantic honking. His eyes stayed dull as he saw a truck coming straight down the hill, seemingly not stopping. He turned fully to face the truck out of subconscious, and Lucas just froze, watching the truck go at inhuman speeds down the hill. Lucas’ eyes watched Y/n, panic taking over his whole being. He didn’t know why Y/n turned to face the truck, but he wanted to push him out of the way.
The truck was barreling toward Y/n, and Y/n just stood there. He didn’t think he should move, something kept him tethered there. The surrounding ghosts were worried, their human they loved so much was going to die. Y/n’s mind finally got sucked out of his daydreams and registered there was a truck coming for him. Instead of moving, he just smiled, finding this entire situation hilarious.
“Seems truck-kun has finally come. It’s finally my turn!”
Y/n yelled out, but only himself could hear it. Lucas stared in disbelief, seeing Y/n’s attitude as he was about to get hit by a truck. For a brief moment, Lucas could hear the cries that were beyond the mortal plane. The truck came even closer to Y/n, now two feet away from him, and Y/n gripped the book tighter. In his mind, he hoped that the truck would hit him and that when he did, he would be transported to one of his many daydreams.
Y/n's whole world force as he waited for the truck to him. He didn't see anything move around him. He didn't hear the ghosts' worries or the bystanders cries for help. People were panicking, trying their best to save the boy that stood in the middle of the road. Y/n turned in head slightly, seeing white all around him. There was a distant voice he heard, calling his name.
“Y/n!”
The truck had crashed, leaving the bystanders to look in horror. Many screamed, and some stood in disbelief. The Tokyo Revengers book fell from Y/n’s hand as it fell onto the road. The white pages turned red as a pool of blood surrounded it. Y/n’s body lay next to it, where his hand used to be seemed to be grabbing it. His last hope in life was that story, the daydreams that sprouted from the manga.
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A Life Before | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader
The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!
Description: Mentally Unstable Occult More about you: More about you Prologue: A Life Before | {You are here} Chapter 1: The Reality I've Been Searching for | TBW Chapter 2: You remind me so much of him | TBW Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Insanity | TBW
Y/n had no easy life, and not one any child should have had. His parents were never around to see the accomplishments of their son, they were just busy. His brother, Lucas, wasn’t any help either. He was the golden child, and Y/n lived within his shadow. Y/n was the oldest, but his brother just seemed to have the charisma that Y/n lacked.
Y/n grew to isolate himself, and bury himself within his jealousy. Y/n grew up with the harsh parenting of his father, and when his brother came into the world it changed. In Y/N's mind, Lucas was getting special treatment. He grew up thinking that any form of attention only ever came to him when he did something remarkable. But Y/n started to give up on trying, and let Lucas have all the attention.
He didn’t want his brother to become like him, an isolated mess with no one to talk to and resentment for people. There was something that had sought Y/n out, however. The shadows of all kinds of places started to appear to Y/n, telling him of their woes and stories of their ever fleeting pasts. He saw them before when he was younger, usually in his room. They filled the loneliness he had felt from the abandonment of his mother and father.
Y/n would often talk to the shadows, causing curiosity within his family. His parents had thought he was talking to friends on the phone, but they were concerned when Y/n wouldn’t bring these friends over. They had thought he was with delinquents, but never pushed the issue because they never had the time. Lucas, however, wanted to only spend time with Y/n. All he wanted was Y/n look at him with a smile.
Just like their parents did. But all Lucas got was this look of numbness from his other brother. Whenever Lucas tried to reach out to Y/n he would shut the door to his bedroom. This left Lucas a crying mess on the other side. But he would never tell their parents. All Lucas ever wanted from Y/n was the loving and supportive brother he saw in movies and shows.
The one that gives advice on first dates and when the main character's best friend was fighting with them, the older brother would come in and give some jaw dropping response the audience would never expect. And Y/n felt the same. He wanted the loving parents he saw on the TV, ones that loved all their children the same. Y/n gave up on that silly little hopeful idea, knowing it was an unrealistic fantasy that would never come to him.
Due to the constant isolation Y/n brought to himself, he became more absent in his mind. His thoughts were relentless, but they were one of the few things that would ever listen to him. The mental breakdowns he started to have become more violent. The shadows, who he had befriended, had to hold him back from attempting several times. They didn’t have the strength to stop him from hurting himself.
Y/n would hear the cries of the shadows, thinking it was the pain of their past lives. The true reason they were wailing was because of Y/n’s self-destructive behavior. Y/n didn’t even need to try to hide the scars he caused because no one would notice. No one took the time to check in on him. It made his spiraling mind so much worse. The shadows who had become his new family had to put in so much effort to make sure Y/n didn’t die to his own hands.
There was one person, outside the spectral plane, that noticed Y/n’s worsening state. It was Y/n’s brother, Lucas. Lucas tried so hard to reach out to Y/n, to offer him his helping hand. He never knew how else to go about it, seeing his brother’s scars and heavy eye bags. Every time Y/n walked out of his room, Lucas would stare at him horrified. How could their parents not realize how much pain their oldest son was in?
“Y/n, are you okay?”
Y/n looked at Lucas, eyes empty, with no sign of any one present. Y/n only walked past his younger brother, not sparing him a moment. Lucas grabbed Y/n’s hand, causing the h/c haired boy to whip his head around. Lucas let go of Y/n’s hand instantly, startled by the cold, harsh gaze coming from his e/c eyes. Y/n’s voice was low and hoarse.
“Like you care. Just leave me alone.”
Y/n walked away, stepping out of the house. The slam of the front door left Lucas in shock. Tears dripped down his cheeks as they hit the hardwood floor. He did care for Y/n, but why did Y/n not see it? Why was Y/n always pushing him away?
Y/n let the interaction with his brother leave his mind. He was too focused on going into the shops that were close by his house. Y/n only had his phone and wallet in hand, headphones placed on his ears. He walked down his driveway and down the various roads that led to the stores and restaurants that littered the town. His thoughts were stuck on his brother.
He hated Lucas, but there was so much guilt in hating him. He noticed his younger brother's attempts to comfort him. Y/n kept on walking, focusing on the music playing through his headphones. He didn’t want to think about his family, but they always plague his thoughts. Y/n was finally at the small mall with other shops and restaurants surrounding it.
He looked around and noticed that the place wasn’t bustling with people, but more of a calm flow of 2 to 3 people every 3 stores. Y/n sighed, letting out all the anxiety he felt in his stomach, and gently walked around as his eyes darted around. As he was window shopping, one store caught his attention. It was a manga and anime store. Y/n walked in the small store, looking around at all the items that were being showcased. He loved anime, well, some anime, but only because it was his escape from the cruel world he lived through.
He fantasized about these characters loving him endlessly, giving him the attention he never got from anyone else. Y/n picked up a few figurines he liked, looking at them front and back as he admired them. He slipped into his fantasy mind of the never ending love, but it was short-lived as he looked at the many shelves of manga. Y/n dragged himself over to the bookshelves, gently placing the figuring he was holding back on its spot, and started to look through the various manga series that were on display. Y/n mainly focused on the manga of anime’s he’s seen, anxious about starting a series without having the anime to follow along with.
Y/n’s anime choices were also very restricted because he had no way to legally access them and usually had other things to do whenever he had downtime. Even if it seemed like Y/n did nothing in the eyes of those around him, he was quite busy. He did his best in school, getting homework done a week early, trying to find something to be creative, walking around, and just thinking. That was his usual schedule, but there were times where Y/n just needed to listen to something for comfort. To see the silly characters on his screen have better lives than him, so he can imagine one of his own.
Anime wasn’t Y/n’s only escape, show wise, that is. He had the silly kids cartoons from the various streaming sites his parents had bought, and to their stupidity, Y/n had memorized every single password they used in case he got locked out. It didn’t help Y/n’s isolation issues at all, but it made things so much easier. At least that's what he had thought throughout his whole life. Growing up, T.V was what created most of how Y/n views everything, a world where everything ends happy and that people who’ve hurt him will come back and do some big grand gesture and repent for the pain.
That realization came from an adult show he had watched on his own, even if it made him feel worse. That one adult show and one of the many kid shows he loved watching were his therapy, more so than anime was. They taught him the patterns in his own life and reasons why he feels the way he does. Y/n shook his head, trying not to get distracted while he looked through the shelves. He just looked at the several front covers of various series for 30 minutes, and the cashier just watched him, waiting for Y/n to make a choice.
Y/n’s attention shifted to the cashier as he felt them watch him look through the various series. He put the book he was holding back on the shelf, walking over to the checkout counter. He stood loosely in front of the cashier, having a staring contest with them. Both of them had a bored look resting on their features as the cashier rested their head on their hand, propping up their elbow on the counter. The cashier smirked at Y/n, trying to read the boy. Y/n only stared blankly back.
“You not finding what you want?”
Y/n lightly shook his head, his eyes still blank and numb. The cashier chuckled softly as they turned to look through the shelf behind the counter. Y/n watched the cashier as he eyed all the books and figures on the feature wall. Y/n stood patiently, waiting for the cashier to find what they were looking for. The cashier then pulled out a manga and slid it to Y/n from across the counter.
“Try this. I think you’ll like it. There’s a small sitting area behind the shelves if you want to read it.”
Y/n nodded and gently took the manga, not giving the cover a glance. Only after sitting down did Y/n register what the manga was called. He studied the character that was presented on the volume, as the number 1 was big and red. He read the title quietly to himself.
‟Tokyo Revengers…”
After gently opening the cover page, Y/n started to get sucked into the story. The concept of being isekaied to time travel was very new, and he only ever saw it once. This story was vastly different with the plot, but he noticed similarities with the anime he kept thinking of. Y/n sat there for who knows how long, trying to finish this one volume. The cashier was right, Y/n loved it.
Y/n stood up after he finished the book and brought it back to the checkout counter. Before the cashier could ask if Y/n liked it, Y/n walked back to the shelves. The cashier looked curiously as Y/n scavenged to shelves for every single Tokyo Revengers manga that was available. The cashier watched Y/n in awe as the boy walked back to the counter with a large stack of books. They just looked at the stack and then back to Y/n.
“Is that all?”
Y/n only quickly nodded in response as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. He was so excited to go home and read the whole series, or what he could find, anyway. The cashier smiled at Y/n, bagging the last book. They've never seen someone so excited to enjoy reading. Y/n paid the cashier with money he stole from his parents, and immediately ran out of the store.
Y/n paused for a moment after running down the mall. He stopped in front of a fountain and walked closer to it. He stared at the reflection, but the reflection had many eyes staring back. He chuckled lightly as he brought his headphones to his ears. Y/n took a coin out of his pocket and dropped it into the fountain. Y/n stared back at the rippling reflections of all the eyes that were looking at him.
“You guys are pretty late to the party. No matter, let's get home. I have some books to read!”
He turned around, picked up the bags and started to walk out the mall. Some bags started to float out of his hands as one of his ghost friends helped him out. No one noticed the floating back because once the ghost touched it, it disappeared, not to Y/n though. Y/n was the only one who could see what the ghosts carry or touch, and it was hilarious to see sometimes. The other ghosts walked beside him as they all talked in their minds with Y/n.
The main ghost that carried Y/n’s bags was what Y/n considered to be a mother. He loved her dearly, and she loved him. The only thing Y/n has from her past is that she was a mother, but her son disappeared a long, long time ago. So to help, Y/n let her mother him in ways his own mother didn’t. She was the main reason Y/n was still sane with all the isolation he has done throughout his life.
The ghosts among him always called her Mother, and Y/n did too. It only felt appropriate, and it helped him a lot when he needed a mother to depend on. Y/n continued to walk down the streets, trying to get home, but his stomach wouldn’t leave him alone. He looked to Mother, and then back to the other ghosts. Their energy changed to a knowing one as they changed directions to get food.
Y/n skipped along, completely forgetting about his guilty feelings directed toward his brother, and focusing on satiating his hunger. Y/n swayed his head slightly as he focused on his music and looking for a place to eat.
The ghosts all admired Y/n, they thought of him as a god, but Y/n had to explain every time how he wasn’t one. It was quite funny seeing their energies become more confused the more he tried to explain. Y/n stopped walking as he stood in front of a restaurant.
Y/n walked closer, scanning the menu that was displayed outside the restaurant. While scanning the prices, Y/n felt a tap on his shoulder. Y/n turned to meet Mother, her white eyes moving in a way of worry. Y/n gave her one of his rare soft smile as his e/c eyes held a calm gaze. Mother was trying to get Y/n’s attention to the sky, and Y/n looked up to see the sun was already setting.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get back before dark. Not like they’d punish me if I got home late anyway.”
Y/n shrugged his shoulders and walked into the restaurant, with only Mother following after him. Y/n had taken a seat for two, and no one questioned him talking to himself. Well, that’s what the outsiders saw, but he was in a very deep conversation with Mother. Mother was the one to stay with Y/n whenever he went out to eat or to be by himself that wasn’t in his home. Y/n had ordered two servings of f/f to share with Mother, even though she never really needed to eat.
She loved indulging Y/n however. These things were seen as offerings from Y/n, and they were greatly appreciated. Y/n loved spoiling the ghosts that followed him around and helped. Giving them gifts was the best way to show his gratitude. It was also the only way he could show it.
It first started with Y/n giving the ghosts different articles of clothing so he could keep track of who was who. That was before Y/n could read their energies and get a grasp on who he was speaking to without the guidance of a distinctive feature of the shadowy creatures. Y/n had also used the memories he was given in his sleep to discern the ghost he was talking to. The memory sharing became frequent when he went to bed. That was the main reason Y/n hated sleeping.
He didn’t like seeing the pain and sadness of the various past lives of the shadows that followed him around. Those nights with those memory dreams ended up with Y/n having a panic attack. That's when Mother put a restraint on the memory sharing from all the other ghosts. They only ever did it when Y/n asked, and Y/n barely ever did. So the other ghosts resorted to pointing at pictures that related to their lives.
Y/n shook his head, trying not to focus on the other ghosts. His attention got brought to the scent of the f/f he was served. A big smile graced his usually empty face. He pushed the 2nd serving to the seemingly empty seat. Mother took a fort and started to absorb the food's energy. She could feel the love of not only the chef, but from Y/n as well. Y/n looked to Mother, seeing here happy essence.
“You like it? It’s my favorite, though you already know that. You know everything about me. You know me better than my own mom..”
Y/n trailed off, thinking of how a ghost knew more about him than his family. It made him sad that he would never have the relationship he dreamed of having. Mother brought a shadow limb to Y/n’s hand, comforting the boy. Y/n took a heavy sigh and quickly finished the food, wanting to get home. He hated the fact that he ever had to go home in the first place, but he needed to because it's where he felt safest.
Y/n started his walk home after paying for the food. Mother had taken both bags from Y/n, insisting that he needed to rest. She was right, of course, but Y/n was a stubborn soul. He never liked having assistance with tasks like this. He only gave in because Mother was insistent about it.
“L̶e̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶L̶e̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶.̶.̶.̶”
Y/n chuckled and looked at Mother as the two of them walked down the calm streets. Y/n had his hands in his jack pockets, not caring about anything else. He smiled at Mother as she continued to carry the heavy bags full of manga. He loved Mother so much, and couldn’t express how much he did. He turned his head back to face what was in front of him as he walked the dark and dimly lit streets.
“You know, you’re the only one who I’ll let help me. You’re the only one I deeply trust… Mother..”
Mother made a pained noise, feeling the sadness Y/n had now been washed over. Y/n’s eyes dulled, feeling the emptiness he had in his heart before his shopping trip. This always happened, no matter how good a day Y/n had, he would go back to his numb and apathetic heart. Y/n finally stood in front of the door of his house. He took the bags from Mother, and opened the door gently, trying not to make a sound.
Y/n wasn’t quiet enough to keep everyone asleep, well, that’s what he thought when he felt his younger brother watching him. Lucas was worried about Y/n as he was out. Y/n left in the early afternoon and only came back late into the night. Before Lucas could even walk up and confront his older brother, he noticed one of the many books Y/n was carrying fall out of the bag. Lucas let Y/n go to his room to isolate once more, as he gently walked to the book on the floor. He read the title to himself, as it seemed whatever higher being out there had answered his prayers, a way to finally bond with his brother.
After Y/n had dropped that one volume accidentally, Lucas had become so fond of Tokyo Revengers. He had begged his parents to get an anime streaming service so he could watch it, and to also let Y/n watch it in hopes of watching it together. That hope was slowly crushed when Y/n found the account information and only isolated himself even further. Lucas tried plan B, begging for more volumes of Tokyo Revengers, and various other series, for his birthday and for other holidays and giving them to Y/n. Y/n would walk into his room and see a new volume on his desk with a note placed against it.
Y/n always discarded the notes, thinking they were from the ghosts, and quickly read through the new volume he had his hands on. Lucas watched from the crack of the door, sadness weighing down on his chest. He was still very patient, knowing sooner or later Y/n would come up to him and talk about their similar interests. Lucas had kept up with the series, and tried to impress Y/n whenever he was around his older brother. Y/n never thought anything of it, only a boy younger than him ranting about his interests.
Lucas tried so hard for two years trying to connect with Y/n over anime. There were times where Lucas had thought he made it through to his older brother, only to find out it was a brief moment of Y/n's good moods. Lucas had become so caught up in trying to get approval from his brother that it seeped into his other relationships with friends.
Y/n's family issues didn't get any better either. His father had died a year ago, and it took so much from Y/n. He didn't feel connected to his father, but it was way more than his mom. Y/n cried the most he had ever had over a person that night, and it pained Lucas. His death was unknown to Y/n but his mom blamed him for it.
Y/n had to suffer a whole year of scowling looks from his mom, and Lucas had noticed the change. Lucas tried to find out why their mom was treating Y/n this way, but every time he asked, their mom just dismissed it. A year had passed since then and things had become more distant with Y/n and his family. The desires to be in his daydreams grew with every incontinence he faced. However now that he was 17, he could look forward to forging his own life.
Y/n almost being done with school and getting ready to move out and live on his own created so many good feelings within him. This time had been Y/n's happiest because of the hope of Y/n being alone and not having to worry about his parents. Mother was also very excited because she got to see somewhere new and Y/n was feeling better. The other ghosts had soaked up the excited energy, using this as a way to get their messages across better. The ghosts had started to move things around and write on papers left around the floor.
It shocked Y/n that something as simple as his happiness caused such a reaction in the ghosts and shadows around him. To celebrate the good feelings, Y/n was gonna read in the park. All the ghosts, new and old, were ready to join him outside and see the bright sunny day. To Lucas, however, there was this dread that hovered over him.
He had this need to follow Y/n, knowing of his plans to read in the park, to keep him safe. Y/n and the shadows that surrounded him didn't notice Lucas' presence, Lucas following close behind. Once Y/n had reached the park, he took a seat on a soft patch of grass. Y/n had this content smile that amazed Lucas. Lucas had only ever seen Y/n look sad or numb.
Y/n was rereading the first volume of Tokyo Revengers, kicking his feet as he got sucked into his daydreams. Lucas felt something painful settle in his heart. He felt so jealous that a book could make Y/n so happy, and all his attempts only ever made Y/n seem unhappy. Lucas had never felt this jealous, and he didn't understand why. He loved Tokyo Revengers too, so why was this hatred toward it?
Lucas didn't have much time to contemplate it as Y/n got up. Y/n didn't realize he had finished the book within an hour, and the day was still fresh. The warm sun beat down, letting Y/n bask in its warm glow. A soft smile graced Y/n’s lips as he turned his head to slightly gaze at the sun. Lucas was amazed at the scene in front of him, never had he seen his brother this content.
Y/n started to walk slowly across the street, not really paying attention. Lucas wasn’t far too behind, the dreadful feeling still present in his mind. Lucas wasn’t sure, but something bad was going to happen. Y/n held the book he just finished, looking down as he admired the cover. His mind went to his daydreams, and slowed down the most in the middle of the road.
Y/n turned his head when he heard the sound of frantic honking. His eyes stayed dull as he saw a truck coming straight down the hill, seemingly not stopping. He turned fully to face the truck out of subconscious, and Lucas just froze, watching the truck go at inhuman speeds down the hill. Lucas’ eyes watched Y/n, panic taking over his whole being. He didn’t know why Y/n turned to face the truck, but he wanted to push him out of the way.
The truck was barreling toward Y/n, and Y/n just stood there. He didn’t think he should move, something kept him tethered there. The surrounding ghosts were worried, their human they loved so much was going to die. Y/n’s mind finally got sucked out of his daydreams and registered there was a truck coming for him. Instead of moving, he just smiled, finding this entire situation hilarious.
“Seems truck-kun has finally come. It’s finally my turn!”
Y/n yelled out, but only himself could hear it. Lucas stared in disbelief, seeing Y/n’s attitude as he was about to get hit by a truck. For a brief moment, Lucas could hear the cries that were beyond the mortal plane. The truck came even closer to Y/n, now two feet away from him, and Y/n gripped the book tighter. In his mind, he hoped that the truck would hit him and that when he did, he would be transported to one of his many daydreams.
Y/n's whole world force as he waited for the truck to him. He didn't see anything move around him. He didn't hear the ghosts' worries or the bystanders cries for help. People were panicking, trying their best to save the boy that stood in the middle of the road. Y/n turned in head slightly, seeing white all around him. There was a distant voice he heard, calling his name.
“Y/n!”
The truck had crashed, leaving the bystanders to look in horror. Many screamed, and some stood in disbelief. The Tokyo Revengers book fell from Y/n’s hand as it fell onto the road. The white pages turned red as a pool of blood surrounded it. Y/n’s body lay next to it, where his hand used to be seemed to be grabbing it. His last hope in life was that story, the daydreams that sprouted from the manga.
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More about You | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader
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Description: Mentally Unstable Occult More about you: More about you | {You are here} Prologue: A Life Before Chapter 1: The Reality I've Been Searching for | TBW Chapter 2: You remind me so much of him | TBW Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Insanity | TBW
Name: y/n l/n
Birthday: y/b/d
Sexuality: Bisexual
Previou age: 17
Age: 15
Height: 5'7
Appearance: H/L H/C hair, Shiny E/C eyes, S/T skin
Personality :Emotionally turned off, paranoid, anxious, mentally unstable, protective, violent, kind to those he deeply cares about, impulsive, apathetic, and funny
Other notes: Y/n can see ghosts from both his own world and the world he was reincarnated in. These ghosts keep Y/n safe and protects him from those who intend to hurt him, even if Y/n can fight those people physically. Y/n has a thing for fighting, and it brings a smile to his face when he feels the adrenaline kick in. Y/n has a younger brother names Lucas, and Lucas adores Y/n. Y/n has many exes due to trying to fill the empty hole in his heart, but none of them ever worked out and ended up leaving Y/n hurt even more. Y/n watches anime, kid shows, and listening to music as an escapism from his life and using those as a way to fantasize about the perfect life he will never have. Music keeps the ghosts that Y/n talks to from hurting others too much, but also lets them control those Y/n is fighting. Y/n fights to music as a way to ground himself, even though it may seem like it makes things worse. Y/n is a naturally violent fighter, so that is why there is blood shed every time, either from Y/n or the person he is fighting.
Likes: Fighting, Music, Bluey, Studio Ghibli, Bojack Horseman the show, Anime, Tokyo Revengers, Crocs, Sweets, Isolating, knowing random ass facts, referencing stuff from his old world, and laying on the floor
Dislikes: Both his moms, his dad, his ex-boyfriend, sleeping, nighttime, silence, his brother, himself, feeling alone, the fact that he has to redo not only middle school, but high school too
Love interests:
Takemichi Hanagaki
Hinata Tachibana
Natoa Tachibana
Atsushi Sendo
Takuya Yamamoto
Sano Manjiro
Ken Ryuguji
Emma Sano
Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)
Souya Kawata (Angry)
Takashi Mitsuya
Shuji Hanma
Haruchiyo Sanzu
Rindou Haitani
Ran Haitani
Kazutora Hanemiya
Chifuyu Matsuno
Seishi Inui
Hajime Kokonoi
Izana Kurokawa
Kakucho Itto
Hakkai Shiba
Keisuke Baji
Wakasa Imaushi
Takeomi Akashi
Senju Akashi (Kawaragi)
Yuzuha Shiba
A/n: I may or may not have projected way to much on Y/n.. The stuff under the likes is very crucial to how Y/n see's the world and his coping.
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This is what I'm working on rn.. I cant even finish it and this is all i have because its so fucking funny to me
please please please read theses warnings before reading this story!
Mentally Unstable Occult | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader
The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!
Description: Mentally Unstable Occult | You are Here More about you: More about you Prologue: A Life Before Chapter 1: The Reality I've Been Searching for | TBW Chapter 2: You remind me so much of him | TBW Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Insanity | TBW
A boy born into a different world, still remembering his old life. The torment of it made him go insane. On top of that, he can see and talk to ghosts now? How in the hell was that possible? Nothing made sense to the boy, but it never did, really. Now he has to navigate this life, knowing the future outcomes of everything, but not being able to tell anyone. And having to deal with the multiple attachments he's acquired, both in his past life and his current one. And not only spiritual attachments.
Will this be any better than his previous life?
Warning: Music and art isn't mine, I do not own Tokyo Revengers but I do own this story. Other warnings: - Yandere Themes - Death - Murder - Gore - Abuse - Anxiety Attacks - Identity crisis - Semi Nsfw (It's very minimal) -Will add more if needed
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