pairings. hitto kakucho x fem!reader, haitani ran x fem!reader
cw. SEXUAL ASSAULT ATTEMPT, triggering language about sexual assault, blood, violence, suicide ideation, HEAVY ANGST, divorce, fingering, suggestive content, adultery, guns, injuries, flashbacks will be in italics, reader discretion is heavily advised
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#5 — i do(n’t)
“You’re playing with fire.”
Ran looked up from his phone, streaks of blood from their previous kill still on his cheek. The white stick he had clamped between his teeth tasted bitter as the ashes that lined Rindou’s face when he departed such a dire warning.
“What?”
Gesturing at the device in his hand, Rindou had not missed how Ran was smirking to himself, and there could’ve been one cause for his smug happiness—you.
“Nii-san.” The last time Rindou called him that honorific was when he was in high school after telling his brother how a group of boys had beaten him to the ground and stolen his glasses. After promptly breaking their bones and making sure he was okay, Ran had firmly told him to never call him that again.
Call me ani, Rin. It’s not so formal as nii-san.
Ran’s attention was immediately on the younger Haitani. Gauging his expression carefully, Rindou uttered, “We have a code—a code not to fuck with another man’s wife.”
A scowl settled on his handsome features and Ran scoffed.
Bb like we know that Bonten is full of hoes but what about them meeting an asexual reader. Like full on sex repulsed reader that just wants romantic love and cuddles, and going to some nice restaurants and destroying their arch enemies
These hoes can't grasp the idea that there is this person that doesn't want them for sex and money
OHOOOO
so me???
I'm like violently sex repulsed.
Super pro sex
Violently anti sex with Rome lol
Loving.
That is the expression (name) had when he looked at the bonten men.
(Name) was a passionate person, genuinely interested in what the men had to say and they were shocked to find out he didn't want to have any sex with him.
Ever.
Explaining asexuality was fairly easy, Mikey later wondering if he was asexual himself.
It was refreshing having a lover who didn't want them for sex and money like past exes.
Just their time and love.
(Name) made his own money, being Bontens lawyer after all and that gave him the finances to take his boyfriend's out to dinner when they all had the time.
It was weird for them to be the ones spoiled, usually it was the other way around.
It was late in the night as (name) and the men cuddled on the luxury couch, Mikey snuggled into (name)s chest as the men either snuggled on parts of him or with each other.
Generally enjoying the moment of peace.
"Love you guys...." (Name) mumbled and smiled as he heard sleepy 'i love you's back before shutting his eyes for a good night's rest.
His beck was gonna hate him tomorrow but it was worth it.
n.a.: meh, I don't understand if I'm extremely touch starved, or no, i mean usually K don't like physical contact- but cdcbkjasd ykyk
it'll be only sfw!! I hope you like it. now hug me,please.
summary: little touches that they do unconsciously because they love you so much
Take your face with their hands. In the gentlest way possible they will lift your chin, wait for your gaze to rise to meet theirs, a soft smile and a look that gives a big sense tranquility. Then they move their hands, with a quick but extremely soft gesture, and after bending the hand, they'll lightly stroke your cheeks with their thumb. Later a few seconds, they stop, but only after move a lock of hair behind your ears. Maybe it will last a few moments, but they love it so much. It's like a moment of alienation from the world, with just you two. Also they find so adorable when you blush cause of them <3
Kisses. Lots of quick kisses but not always on the lips, often on hand, forehead, nose... Depending on the moment they decide where to rest their lips. When you are together, they always find the most absurd moments, but at the same time appropriate, to do so. Maybe when you are lying on the sofa, seeing a movie, they turn to look at you and give you a quick kiss on your cheek, then go back to watching TV as if nothing had happened. Often they're so fast that then you always struggle to understand if it was real or you have only imagined it- they love doing it, every time they feel the need to be closer to you they just do it. Then, every time you look at them, you can see the redness on their cheeks<3
Pats on your head and stroking of hair. (either to annoy you or not). Every time they see you, they greet you with light headpats, sometimes happens that they stop with their hand on your head , and then continue following the length of your hair, and then messing you up. They love to play with your hair, often when you are doing something else, they come there naturally and after patting your head they start to gently take your strands of hair, and make them braids or similar hairstyles. They repeat to you how beautiful your hair is, and sometimes they tap your head when you aren't following their speech- At the same time, they often get spellbound brushing ur hair and watching you while u're doing something else.
×Characters: Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo.
×Author's Note: Listen, I know I have other requests, but I have baby fever and Rin's involved so I might have had a little favoritism when sorting the list lmao I may have made it a bit spicy. It was late, I couldn't help it.
×Contents: Pregnancy, Long Distance Relationship without contact, Lime lmao, Mentions of a breeding kink in Rindou's, slight angst in Sanzu's.
×Additional Tags: Not proof-read, Female Reader, Mildly Comedic, Ran being his teasing self, Fluff, Slight Angst, 18+ because it does get spicy, Under Read More because it's long.
Requests Are Open!
×Ran Haitani×
•The moment he walked through the door and found you in the kitchen was one of the most relaxing moments that he’s had for months. You had your back turned to him, not hearing him come in because of the running water from the faucet.
•He tip-toed over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his lips to the shell of your ear to whisper that he’s finally home. This startled you, accidentally elbowing him in the abdomen before you turned around, clean frying-pan in hand.
•For a moment, you glared down at him, and he looked up at you from his place on the floor. You looked mortified when you processed the fact that he was home, but he nearly had a sparkle in his eyes when he saw you and your belly.
•You kneeled, apologizing profusely before he quickly took your hands and helped you back up on your feet. The both of you were trying for a child, so this didn’t surprise him, but damn if it didn’t almost make him visibly giddy. He placed his hands on your belly, careful not to press down too hard.
•It’d been around half a year since he last saw you, and he swore you got even more beautiful since then. He couldn’t keep his hands off you, and he didn’t know if it was because he missed the feel of you, or because he couldn’t contain his excitement. Either way, he finally gave you the kiss both of you had been longing for; passionate, almost desperate, and it elicited a soft whine from you when he pulled away.
•Ran brushed a thumb over your bottom lip, spreading the small amount of saliva that resulted from your kiss, and you instinctively took it into your mouth. It sent a shiver down his spine as he locked eyes with you.
•All that time away from you was Hell and going no-contact made him miserable. He hadn’t realized just how much he hated not being by your side, to hear your voice, to feel you against him, your taste—
•Your taste… He wasted no time in placing his hands on the back of your thighs, lifting you up onto the counter and settling between your legs for another kiss as he undid his suit jacket and shrugged it off. Any whimper and noise were swallowed up greedily by him, and the only thing connecting your lips afterwards was a thin string of saliva.
•Ran rolled up the sleeves of his dress-shirt and ran a hand through his hair before he made quick work of the only thing standing between him and what he was craving. It’d been so long since he devoured you, he couldn’t hold himself back from pulling you to the edge of the counter and diving between your thighs.
•He looked up with half-lidded eyes, and you tried to meet them as best as you could with your belly in the way. “Let me hear you, darling, I want to reward you for waiting so patiently for me.” It was the only time he spoke during the time he was down there, and by the time he came up, you were a tired, trembling mess.
×Rindou Haitani×
•You nearly ran to the door when you heard him call out that he was home, and he gladly took you in his arms, immediately looking down when he felt something bump against his abdomen. To say he was shocked was an understatement. He swallowed thickly, his eyes looking up from your belly to your eyes.
•He was met with a nervous smile and a fumbled explanation. He wasn’t dumb, he knew the two of you had sex multiple times the night before he left on a job with Sanzu and his brother, and apparently the contraceptive had failed. But to think he’d gotten you pregnant and couldn’t even hear the news until now left an awful taste in his mouth. All he could think about was how scared and lonely you must’ve felt with the uncertainty of him coming back alive or not.
•Tears welled up in your eyes, but before you could start apologizing, he kissed them away gently before they could fall. Assuring you that everything was okay and that he won’t leave you a second time.
•Everything went back to normal, as if he never left, picking things up where the two of you left off as both of you chatted about what had been happening for the past six months. Though, he did seem a bit distracted… gaze wandering all over your body like he was undressing you with his eyes.
•That’s the look that got the two of you here in the first place. Rindou was never satisfied until he stuffed you full, always saying he’d fuck a baby into you whenever his breeding kink got the best of him, and he had you in a mating press. It was funny, now that you think about it, trying to be safe before he left and it ends up backfiring, landing him where he wanted to be in the first place and not being able to enjoy it.
•You leaned over, a mischievous look in your eyes as you ran a hand through his hair lovingly. He let his head fall back, relishing your touch and your soft coos. He knew what you were doing, he knew you figured him out already, what he was unsure of was who was going to break first.
•With the way your hands rid him of his shirt and the way his freed your swollen breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth, it was anyone’s game. It was almost embarrassing with the way he leaned into you as if he had never been touched before, needy.
•You didn’t even bother to move the make-out session to the bedroom, not being able to take your hands or mouths from each other until both of you were breathless. Rindou pulled you onto him, being wary of your belly, so you were straddling him. He was flushed, going from his ears all the way down to his neck. You knew you won and had him wrapped around your little finger.
•He ground against you, chest exposed so you could run your hands over his tattoo and feel him shudder under your touch while your mouth kissed his Bonten tattoo, trailing over his neck to litter it with deep hickies.
•His hands held onto your waist, bringing you down to grind against him. Both of you letting out a low moan from the friction before he spoke. “Fuck, I missed you so much.” He breathed. “Let’s do it again. I wanna relive the night I made you a mommy.”
×Haruchiyo Sanzu×
•He’s… the least excited out of the three. Unlike the Haitani brothers, he’s never really thought about having or even wanting kids, so when he comes home and sees you sleeping on the couch with a belly that’s about to burst, he turns on his heels and walks out the door.
•It hadn’t even hit him with the fact that he just walked out on his pregnant partner, he just got back in his car and drove. He didn’t even know how he got to the bar, or when he called up both Haitani brothers, but now he was just sitting at a booth, whiskey glass in hand as the other two executives pulled up with annoyed looks on their faces.
•They didn’t even have time to ask why he called them almost at 2am before he blurted out the news. Rindou’s annoyance just grew while Ran mused that seems like all three of them had been busy before they left, much to Sanzu’s dismay.
•The brothers weren’t of much help since they wanted kids to begin with, but Sanzu argued that he had other priorities, earning a firm scold from Ran to not get his dick wet or get snipped if he didn’t want this to happen. Rindou threw in his two cents and told him to stop being a coward and face you, because he was never getting anyone better than you to love him so genuinely.
•Sanzu clicked his tongue and downed the rest of his whisky before telling both of them to fuck off, once again walking away from his current reality to drive off into the night. He ended up near the beach, drunk and high off his mind as everything came violently crashing down.
•When he came to, it was already morning, and being both hungover and sober, he instinctively went home, wanting nothing more than to curl up in your loving arms while you told him everything was going to be okay. As much as he hated to admit it, both Ran and Rindou were right, and it was only fair to you that he tried. God, when did he get so soft and goodie-goodie?
•He made up his mind as soon as you pulled him into a tight hug and let out a choked ‘I missed you’. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad, he’s gone through way worse, after all. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his forehead against your shoulder, muttering out that you looked as beautiful as the day he left.
•It took him a bit to warm up to the idea of being a dad, but the more he spent getting everything ready with you, the more relaxed he felt about the idea. You knew his responsibilities and didn’t pressure him to be happy from the get-go, but it made you happy whenever he placed his hands on your belly when you would tell him the baby kicked and then laid his head to try and see if he heard a heartbeat.
•You weren’t even sure how, but Sanzu surprised you the most when he said Mikey agreed to be the godfather. You never asked, so you assumed Sanzu asked when he announced it at work. The sentiment made you nervous and relieved at the same time, considering that Mikey didn’t seem mad… but that your child’s godfather was going to be the Manjiro Sano.
•It was the night where the two of you were in the shower, with you washing Sanzu’s hair while he massaged your sore breasts. “I promise not to fuck up too bad.” You couldn’t help but giggle, assuring him he’ll do just fine.
⊹ unedited. slight crack. i want bonten men to knock me tf up—
♡ — MIKEY !
Your husband strokes your hair as you cuddle to his chest, ear atop right where his heart lay. It’s the heart you’ve gotten to know so well, the heart you undoubtedly own and the same one that beats your name, yet it doesn’t lessen the anxiety blossoming in your stomach any lesser as you wonder how you’ll tell Mikey. Your marriage is a secret enough already; your husband much too worried over your safety that he never once brought up his desire over starting a family.
There’s only so much stalling you can do though, that you eventually muster a deep breath and lean up to look him in the eye, chest tightening at the sight of his tired eyes mindlessly gazing at the ceiling. You can’t tell what he’s thinking about at all.
Reaching up to caress his jaw, prompting to gaze down at you, you take in a deep breath. “Mikey, there’s something I have to tell you.”
“Mhm?”
With wobbly lips and trembling hands, your words come out in a breathy, nervous laughter. “I’m pregnant.”
Mikey doesn’t speak, doesn’t even move. He only stares at you wordlessly for a full minute – the pregnant pause stagnant enough you consider scrambling off him in anxiety – until he pulls you closer to his body, lips landing right in the middle of your eyes. “You serious?” he mumbles, calloused hands fluttering over your belly that carries his child. “We’re going to be parents?”
“Yeah! Are you happy about it...?”
“Love, of course I am,” his frown is confused, almost as if wondering why you’d think he isn’t. “I’m going to have a family with you; that’s more than I could ask for.”
You understand what he means. Mikey’s already lost his family until not a single person was left, and the few loved ones he had, he had to leave behind for the sake of their safety. This, however, was a new opportunity to him. He could start anew. He could find happiness again. He could love again.
♡ — HAITANI RAN !
Watching from the corner of your eye, you continue brushing your teeth as your handsome husband appears inside the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe as he hums at something on his phone. You’re both getting ready for bed and he’s wearing a face mask, pyjama sets matching with yours.
“Baby,” he muses casually, “You pregnant?”
You nearly spit out the toothpaste. Rinsing your mouth quickly, you dab your mouth with a towel and face Ran, who is now brushing his teeth beside you. He blinks at you innocently, expectantly even, that you can’t help but feel warm under his gaze. “Wh-where’d you get that idea?”
“Your fhewriod,” he mumbles incoherently to his phone, “Haven’t had em in monsh now. I track em, ‘member?”
Heart beating so fast you can’t help but feel as if it’s about to leap out of your chest, you playfully shove at his chest when he leans down to wiggle his brows at you. “You are, aren’t cha? Did I get ya knocked up? Wifey full with my baby?”
“You’re so weird!” you jab at him, protectively tugging your oversized button up down to cover the belly bulge. “So what if I am? You totally ruined my chance to surprise you!”
Ran’s toothbrush drops to the floor. Soon, he’s gripping at your hands, white foam present at his mouth still. “No way, you serious?! You’re pregnant!” You don’t get a chance to confirm it – not that he doesn’t know already – before Ran is crushing you into a hug, dropping down to his knees the next second to cup your belly and press his ear to where he imagines his baby was listening to him. “Hi there, little one, it’s me, your daddy!”
Snickering to yourself, you feel a smile tugging at your lips, brushing Ran’s hair the whole time he talks in a baby voice.
♡ — HAITANI RINDOU !
Tonight is movie night, and this is the third – maybe fourth – movie you and Rindou have been watching. It’s not often that you get time to spend with him without thinking of how early he has to wake up the next day, so you try and stay up late with him as much as you could despite the exhaustion wearing you down. Some recent revelations have been the cause of your drowsiness and constant nausea, something you push away as you snuggle closer to Rindou’s warmth, his hand resting on your hips.
Suddenly, a scene on the movie plays of the protagonist welcoming his newborn child, the grown man shedding tears in ugly sobs. Rindou smiles beside you as he pulls you to him until your sides are flushed together, kissing the tip of your nose that’s ducking every second in sleepiness.
“I want one. A baby. I think it’d be cool to be a dad.”
“Hmm, you will be,” you mumble half-awake, looping your hands with his while you remain completely unaware to how your husband has stopped paying attention to the movie. “You’re gonna be a daddy soon... ‘em pregnant...”
♡ — KAKUCHO HITTO !
Kakucho sits across from you, his handsome face tugging into a bright smile while you giggle at his cluelessness. You’ve dragged him into his favourite restaurant after work, planning to deliver the news as romantic as possible in hopes he’d feel better after a long day. However, telling him you’re pregnant is a lot harder than it sounds, and your husband is left chuckling in amusement when you order second servings.
“Love, you must be really hungry. Did you not eat lunch today?”
“No, I’m just—” you stop yourself abruptly, eyeing the untouched wine that came with the meal. Kakucho hasn’t noticed yet why you’re not drinking, but now that he’s noticed how nervous you are staring at it, he reaches over the table to squeeze your hand.
“There’s something on your mind, pretty. Tell me what it is.”
You don’t know why you’re so nervous. Kakucho wants a family; he’s going to be so happy hearing this! “Well, uh,” you begin, scratching the sides of your head before your gaze darts down to the delicious food. “You see...I’m kind of eating for two?”
“For two?” Kakucho repeats, a pinch in his brown as he ponders before – “Oh. Oh. You’re pregnant?”
You nearly melt on the seat when Kakucho gasps. Nodding, your husband suddenly shoots out of his chair and is by your side the next instant, kissing you flat on the lips that makes you feel him smile the whole time. Neither of you care anymore that people are looking, because Kakucho laughs afterwards in disbelief at the suspecting waiters. “I’m going to be a dad!” he exclaims, “We’re gonna have a family!”
♡ — KOKONOI HAJIME !
When you asked Koko to go shopping with you, he agrees right off the bat, thinking it’s just another one of your shopping sessions that you both enjoy. Things take a turn when you drag your unsuspecting inside a baby shop, though, the small rompers and lace gloves right on display that Koko would have to be a fool to miss it.
“Uh, why are we here?” he laughs rather nervously, but follows you inside anyway. “Any of your friends pregnant?”
“Nope, it’s for us,” you tell him in a casual manner, continuing to check the baby stuff that you’d need and already planning for the baby’s room theme while your husband freezes behind you. “I’m pregnant, Koko. It’s time to shop to welcome them.”
Koko spins you around to face him, his eyes wide with surprise. “For real? You’re not messing with me?”
“No, why would I joke about that?”
Laughing at his stupefied face, Koko practically bursts in the spot. Then, he’s back to being coherent the next second, whipping out his card at the nearest employee waiting to assist you both in shopping. “I’m gonna be a daddy!” he announces, thrusting his card to whoever would catch it. “Get me everything from this stall to there. I don’t care how expensive it is – my baby deserves to have the best of everything.”
♡ — HARUCHIYO SANZU !
As soon as Sanzu comes home, shouting baby, I’m back! at the top of his lungs, you ask him to check on the oven even before he has the chance to take his shoes off. He’s a little confused, especially when you trail behind him with a lovesick smile, awaiting his reactions as he opens the said oven. Inside, there are baby clothes and small gloves.
Sanzu holds them up into his face for a good minute before he rests his hips against the counter, narrowing his eyes at the material like it offends him. Then, it sinks in.
“Oh, god,” he throws the baby clothes back into the oven, blowing air out of his mouth as you corner him with a huge smile. “NOOOOOO! Where are the cameras? You pranking me, babe?”
“Why’re you acting like that?” you slap his bicep, effectively shutting the man up from howling like the crazed person he was. “That’s not how you react when your wife tells you you’re pregnant! Aren’t you happy?”
“I am, I am!” he tries to convince, though he doesn’t look entirely convinced of himself when he scratches the back of his head. “I was just shocked that’s all. Didn’t think I’ll be a daddy so soon, but it’s not a bad thing...I guess.” Seeing how your eyes tear up and your lower lip juts out – clear telltales he’s making you cry yet again – Sanzu hugs you and rocks you side to side, kissing you right on the lips as gentle as he could. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m happy, I really am. ‘Was just surprised. I didn’t mean for it to come out wrong.”
“You’re really happy?”
“Yeah!” he nods before offering you a thumbs up, “Good job! My load took!”
characters: Seishu Inui, Manjiro Sano with their children + kokonoi Hajime, Haruchiyo Sanzu — fluff!
note: their kids are around 2-3 y.o here <3
SEISHU INUI [kokonoi hajime] :
“Daddy, daddy! Koko-San is here!” Seishu’s daughter jumped off the bike that her father was currently fixing, running towards the entrance of the shop. “Hey there young lady” koko smiled picking up the little girl who was now standing in front of him, her height barely reaching his knees. With seishu’s daughter in his arms, koko walked in, heading to the man who was still busy fixing the broken vehicle.
“Koko? what are you doing here?” Inui stood up rubbing off the dirt on his clothes before walking towards koko and his daughter. “I had some business around here, thought I would pay a little visit to you, didn’t expect to see this little cutie here as well” he answered, glancing at the kid in his arms. “That’s nice of you, thanks” inui smiled. “I’m glad you came koko-san!!!” the little girl announced with a cheerful voice. That made Inui chuckle. His daughter sure was in a good mood today. “I’m glad to hear that princess, come here” seishu opened his arms, wanting to hold his daughter. “Noo!!” She scowled, her little arms tightening around Koko’s neck. Inui’s eyebrows furrowed. “Baby, we don’t want to tire uncle Koko now, do we?” “But I’m not heavy!” She protested, a visible pout on her lips.
The girl’s actions made koko chuckle. “Now now, she sure is charismatic isn’t she?” Sighing, Inui went back to the bike he was fixing. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into her” he apologized before sitting back on the floor to resume where he left off. “Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind at all” koko replied, taking a seat on the couch that was facing Inui. “And now what am I going to do with you?” he glanced at the girl who was on his lap grinning from ear to ear. The little girl giggled. “That’s it koko-San! I have decided! I wanna Marry you!”
MANJIRO SANO [Haruchiyo sanzu] :
“Woahh your working room is so pretty daddy!”The little girl looked around, complimenting her father’s workplace. “It’s called an office baby, do you like it?” He glanced at the tiny figure standing beside him, her little hand holding his. She looked up at him, a grin plastered on her face. “Yes I do! Very much!” Returning the smile, Mikey picked his daughter up, heading to the desk where he sat her down. “What do you want to do angel? Do you want to—“
“Boss, there is a meeting that is about to- oh—“ haruchiyo walked in to find his boss sitting on the desk next to a little girl. The resemblance between them was obvious to sanzu. Smiling, Mikey signaled for haruchiyo to come closer. “Haruchiyo, this is my daughter” Manjiro introduced the kid, thumb carresing her little hand that was still holding his. “Daddy, is this your friend?” She looked up at her father, a little unsure. That made the man in front of her smile.
“Nice to meet you I’m Sanzu Haruchiyo!” He introduced himself, ruffling her hair. Grinning she looked up at Sanzu. “Nice to meet you Sanzu-san I’m— WOAHH what’s that? You have diamonds on your mouth, that’s so pretty!!” The little compliment surprised Haruchiyo. It wasn’t common for people to compliment his scars, especially not kids.“Your daughter is really nice, Mikey” he looked up at his boss. “Daddy, can I touch Sanzu-san’s diamonds, please?” the girl looked back at her father with puppy eyes. “If Haruchiyo doesn’t mind then yeah, sure” Mikey couldn’t say no to his daughter when she was being so polite and adorable. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he picked the little body up, making her reach the same level as Sanzu’s face. The little girl brushed her finger over Haruchiyo’s scars, her eyes glistening with excitement. “Sanzu-San, You are so pretty, I think I’m in love with you!!”
Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, whore behaviour, NO ROMANCE, just reader bullying Bonten
Synopsis: Mikey wonders when did his gang become a whorehouse.
pt. 1 | pt. 2
Mikey was tired.
So far, he has hired countless secretaries, has had countless job interviews, countless application papers piling up on his desk, to the point the obscene pile has toppled over multiple times, and yet.
He, again, has no secretary.
Because all of his executives are whores.
Every damn time, no matter the gender of the secretary, no matter their relationship status, his executives make a game, almost a mission of sorts, to seduce the secretary with niceties, expensive gifts and honey-sweet words, and then leave the poor person crying and scarred emotionally, causing them to quit, more often than not the person runs to Mikey’s office sniffling and with red eyes, explaining they just ‘Can’t stand to look at him anymore, after he hurt me like that-“, and then it turns into a whole Shakespeare worthy monologue Mikey usually tunes out.
And then he has to start all over again.
It has come to the point where he has had to have the next potential employee on speed dial, because it has stopped being a matter of weeks or days between secretaries, it has become a matter of hours.
He sighs, picking up the next resume on the pile, dialing in the number, hoping this one will last at least a damn week.
Heavens help him.
“So you are y/n l/n, correct?” Mikey twirls his pen in his fingers, glancing between you and your resume as you fidget in your chair under his blank gaze.
“Correct, sir.” You nod, straightening out the edge of your button-up before again messing it up.
“You’re hired.”
Your face twists in surprise, obvious question marks appearing around your head as you stare at Mikey, puzzled, and unsure if this was a prank of sorts.
“Uh, sir, in fear of sounding rude, you haven’t asked me anything.”
“I know. You’re hired.”
You blink, and Mikey sighs, putting the resume on his table to rub his face in exhaustion.
“You see, y/n- Can I call you y/n? We here have what is considered an… Unprofessional environment.”
You let out a little snort, relaxing in your seat.
Clearly, you could tell how desperate Mikey has become.
“With all due respect sir, I didn’t exactly expect a bunch of gang members to behave professionally.”
“You don’t understand.” Mikey groaned, letting his desk fall on the desk, “My executives are horrendous. They won’t try to get you fired, they will rather try to make you quit. They’re godawful, and the most a secretary has last in the hellscape they create has been a month.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“How come?”
Mikey let out a prolonged groan, banging his desk on the table.
“They will try to seduce you, and make you quit.”
You let out a loud, hysterical laugh, and Mikey raises his head in surprise, just in time to catch you wiping tears of laughter out of your eyes.
“They can certainly try.”
“Everyone says that! And they all quit!” Mikey exclaims, frustrated, slamming his hands on the desk for emphasis.
You merely flash him a confident smirk.
“I assure you sir, I’ll last.”
“Have you heard?” Ran leaned next to the vending machine, a cocky smile adorning his face as he observed Sanzu getting his drink, “We got a new secretary. And by what Kokonoi said, they’re a cute one.”
Sanzu glanced up, raising an eyebrow as a cheshire grin spreads across his face.
“Is that so?” He hummed, squatting down to fetch the Red bull from the machine, “How long do you reckon they’ll last?”
Ran’s smile widened.
“We shall see.”
A knock rang out throughout the obscenely large space of your office, right in the middle of your 4th meltdown in the past hour.
The amount of work the last secretary left over was offensive.
You spent the first 3 hours just managing the goddamn appointments, which have accumulated into a godforsaken mess of overlapping meetings and then nothing for days, as well as barely scheduled meeting hours that made absolutely no sense.
And then whoever the fuck wanted to lose at least 2 of their limbs interrupted you.
You took a deep breath in, trying to compose yourself as much as possible, you were hired a day ago, after all, and really couldn’t afford to lose your job immediately.
“Come in!” You called out, hoping to hold a somewhat pleasant, not murderous tone.
A man with dark blue hair entered, almost cautious in his movements, which, honestly, was odd to see for a guy who probably killed more people than you know, but hey, can you really judge?
Yes, yes you can.
And you did.
Sceptically looking the man up and down, you kept the somewhat concerning list of rules Mikey shoved down your throat in mind.
Rule number one.
Don’t show weakness. Don’t be too nice. You are allowed to punch them.
“So I heard we had a new secretary, and we switch those out quite a bit.” The man stated, his tone and voice void of emotions as he buried his hands into the pockets of his coat, “So I wanted to come to say hi, and introduce myself. I’m Kakucho.”
You lean back into your chair, flashing a smile you prayed was polite.
“Y/n, pleased to meet you.”
He nodded in acknowledgment, and then a few moments of silence filled with pure awkwardness passed.
“Uh, just to let you know, I think Mikey already told you but just in case,” Kakucho scratched the back of his neck, avoiding your eye, “The other guys may try to get you to quit. It’s like a whole betting thing, don’t ask. So, be careful.”
Your face was blank, refusing to show any surprise.
He still wasn’t to be trusted.
“Mikey has already informed me, yes.”
“Oh, good, good.”
“Is that all?”
The man turned on his heel as he started making his way to leave and let you be in your meltdown, stopping just shy of the entrance to turn around towards you.
“Bye. See you around. I’ll come to drop off some paperwork later.”
“Sure.”
Then it all began.
So, Mikey fucked up.
During hours when the Bonten headquarters had random people wandering in to make appointments, ask about something crime related, or to just threaten everyone around with a firearm, you were to sit at the desk right at the entrance to building.
As if this multimillion gang building was a damn dentist's office.
Then they decided to haunt you.
“Well hello there~” A deep, rich voice drawled out, just as a tap was heard against the smooth, shiny surface of the reception top that shielded you from immediate view.
You glanced up, chewing on a pen, a bad habit you picked up while being stressed by grown-ass men not being able to manage their time, and stopped doing your report, only to be met by deep, beautiful lilac eyes.
The rest of the man was highly questionable.
He looked like he was sent straight from the hellscape known as the IRS, here to haunt your waking dreams and nightmares forever, and hunt you down across the world to claim a portion of your pay.
Horrifying.
“Oh, hi!” You nodded, immediately grabbing your appointments notebook, “How may I help you? Are you here to schedule an appointment?”
The man looked taken aback, but it was over so fast you thought you must have imagined it, before he started laughing.
You raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
He was wasting your damn time.
Like an asshole, which he clearly was.
“Oh, no, no, sweetheart, I work here, just came over to say hi.” He smirked, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye, “I’m Ran Haitani.”
Oh.
Mikey has warned you about him.
Narrowing your eyes, you nod politely.
“Pleased to meet you sir. Is there any way I may help?”
“Oh, no, no” The man shook his head, flashing a smile, “Just wanted to welcome you to the office.”
“That is very kind of you.”
“And brought you a little something.” Still smiling that godawful grin, he pulled out a bouquet of flowers, “Pretty flowers for such a pretty face.”
Your body stiffened.
Rule number two.
Beware of gifts, compliments or any niceties. Be ruthless.
So this is how they wine and dine those poor people who preceded you, before ruining them.
That won’t work on you.
“I am actually allergic to flowers. The pollen makes me sneeze like an idiot, but thank you.” You cautiously accepted the flowers, holding them upside down with only your thumb and pointer as if they were a biological weapon.
“I can put them in a vase for you.” Ran frowned, putting on a sad face that would probably pull at most people’s heartstrings and make them filled with guilt at the lie.
You cancelled your subscription to a conscious a while ago, so guilt wasn’t a problem.
“No, thanks.” Staring him right into the eye, you dropped the flowers into the trash bin, and to add insult to the injury, you grabbed the trash bag and offered it to him, a light smile on your face, “Could you please take them out to the garbage? I don’t want to get a runny nose and irritated eyes while working.”
Ran’s eyes narrowed as he wordlessly accepted the bag, storming off and almost throwing the entrance doors to the building off their hinges.
You knew what this meant.
War.
And you’d savour every damn second of it.
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characters: Kakucho Hitto, Takeomi Akaashi, Ran Haitani x fem! reader — fluff!
request: hello neph! my request is kaku & takeomi comforting his pregnant wifey, who's crying cuz pregnancy is exhausting (morning sickness/mood swings/cravings/sore back etc)
KAKUCHO HITTO :
It’s painful — painful to see you suffering so much. Kakucho is on the verge of crying, as he watches salty tears run down your face, rubbing calming circles on your back.
“What’s wrong babe?” He mumbles, the question comes out as a whisper, empty in the air. It’s pointless — Kakucho doesn’t need to ask, he knows exactly what is going on, it’s been like this for days after all — you, crying non stop.
Pregnancy has been really harsh on you — morning sickness and mood swings toying with you however they pleased, and it hurt Kakucho, the fact that he couldn’t much, expect to take you in his arms, try to support you and be there for you when you needed him the most.
“angel please don’t cry.” Kakucho wraps his arms around your waist, beginning to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, as he peppers your face with lovely kisses.
His hold is tender, pads of his fingers studying your skin, as if made of satin, and it was honestly unbelievable — magical, how a simple touch from him could melt your worries away, replacing the cruel feeling with the warmth of his love.
TAKEOMI AKAASHI :
It’s happening again — you are crying out of blue and Takeomi takes a deep breath, eyebrows furrowing in worry, as he gathers you in his strong arms.
“Angel what’s wrong? talk to me, please…” he begs, moving a strand of hair from your face and when you lock your orbs with his, eyes puffy from endless crying, you catch the concern glistening on his face.
It makes you feel guilty, the way you always make Takeomi worry about you so much. Shame and regret begin to bubble in your veins, tears gathering in your eyes, but you are quick to wipe them off — sending a faint smile towards your boyfriend.
“I’m okay…” is all you manage to mumble out, locking another broken sob from escaping your throat, but takeomi is not stupid — you were never a good liar after all, and pregnancy mood swings are nothing new for him.
Before you get to react, takeomi is already pushing you towards him, face glued to his chest, takeomi holds you close to his heart. At this point it’s pointless to resist him, there is no way you could match his strength and so, the tears you were trying so hard to hide begin to fall like waterfall, muffled cries escaping your lips and you melt in his arms.
“Shhh, it’s okay angel, you are doing amazing — for me and our baby.”
RAN HAITANI :
Heavy padding of footsteps — footsteps he recognizes very well, wakes Ran up, eyes widening in worry, he jumps out of your bed quickly.
What time is it again? — Ran has honestly no clue: midnight? Or maybe early in the morning? For now it’s the least of his worries. All he wants is to find you and make sure you are alright.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Ran opens the door of your bathroom, panic audible in his voice, when he finds you there, laying on the cold floor, looking pale.
Ran doesn’t hesitate for a second — running towards you in a flash, he wraps his arms around your shaky form, pushing your face to his bare chest.
His skin is warm — smooth and it feels nice to have your boyfriend close to you again, your fingers begin to trace his tattoo slowly, nuzzling your face even deeper into him.
“I’m sorry, I felt sick again” you mumble and Ran is quick to run a hand through your silk locks, calming you in his grip.
“Don’t apologize angel, you are perfect, so strong, I’m proud of you.”
⊹ unedited. baby fever. requested. slight crack. i believe in daddy! haitani supremacy. also for kokonoi’s part, it’s based on a real life situation where i attended my friend’s birthday party and his baby bro came in carried by their dad with sports car keys and chains LMAO. implications of sanzu being a crackhead.
I am sorry someone loved you badly, and that they made you feel like you take up more space than you deserve. I am sorry they abandoned you when you need them the most and it has made you believe that love is an awful thing that hurts.
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