#bonten yn

[eroticdarling]

BONTEN TWITTER 1.5

[evergone]

Sleepless

Rindou Haitani x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (allusions to sex), swearing

Description: The reader can't sleep because the Tenjiku members are being far too loud.

You had tried so hard all night not to disturb your boyfriend and his friends as they celebrated their recent successes in your lounge room, but as your eyes fluttered open for the fifth time that night, you knew you had to go and ask them to be just a tad quieter. Of course, you felt terrible because Rindou was being so considerate already. You couldn’t even hear the crappy rap music they were playing, just the echo of the bass through the walls, and both of the times that you were woken up by their chatter you heard Rindou frantically scrambling to hush them.

With a yawn and a small stretch, you pulled your throw blanket over your shoulders and shuffled across the carpet until you found your ugg boots in the complete and utter darkness. After a pained “fuck” slipped past your lips as you hit your knee on the edge of your bedframe, you slowly opened the door and stepped out into the lounge room.

It wouldn’t have taken more than a second before the boys noticed your meek, sleep-deprived frame cringing at the power of the lights while your eyes took their time to adjust. Most of them were strung out across the three grey couches in front of the television which was tuned into an MMA fight on mute, while the younger members (that Kisaki kid, his friend Hanma, Kokonoi, and Sanzu) were awkwardly sitting around the dining table behind them. Madarame offered you a short wave to which you responded with a tired frown, then you finally caught sight of Rindou sitting in the corner of the middle couch with his hand outstretched towards you.

“Rinnie…” You whined as you made your way into his lap with his arm lazily draped over your waist. Ran, your brother-in-law for all intents and purposes, snickered at the nickname, and the tone of your voice which was laden with exhaustion.

“Sorry, did we wake you up?” Rindou asked quietly, and then turned to the rest of the group, “I told these fuckwits to keep it down.”

Rindou wasn’t ignorant of the fact that you were wearing nothing but his shirt as pyjamas, and he knew well from the night’s earlier — and more private — events that your underwear were the barely-there kind. So, he was cautious to make sure that one of his hands was sitting firmly under your bum at all times, holding the shirt against your skin.

“If you guys stayed quiet I would’ve made you pancakes for breakfast as thanks,” you teased. Mocchi’s shoulders tensed in clear disappointment at your words. While all of them were fond of your cooking, Mocchi was always the biggest eater.

You pressed your lips against Rindou’s neck while they continued their discussion. His voice vibrated into each kiss you bestowed upon his neck and collarbone with a kind of intimacy that made you feel as though you were melting into one another. After a while of this, you began to doze off, your mind stuck in the in-between state of being oddly aware of everything around you, but not quite awake.

Rindou took one glance at the state of you, nearly asleep despite the volume of the room, and hooked his arms under your thighs to carry you back to the bed you shared. He folded the throw neatly at the end of the mattress, then placed you down on your preferred side, and admired the irritated look on your face which was made possible to see by the slightly open door.

As he made a movement to leave and rejoin his friends in the lounge room, you groaned, grabbed the cuff of his shirt, and pulled him back towards you. He was much stronger than you, strong enough not to be even slightly moved by your pull, but he was never the kind of boyfriend to fight your affection. He knelt down on the floor beside you with his hand rubbing circles on your cheek, already feeling terrible about how you couldn’t get to sleep because of him and his friends.

“What’s wrong, N/n?” He said lovingly.

“Come to bed. It’s cold. I want you in here with me.” You saw how Rindou’s eyes flicked back to the light emanating from the doorway, so you pouted in the sexiest way you could given how tired you were. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

The sleeve of the shirt you were wearing had — at some point, unbeknownst to you — fallen from your shoulder to reveal the lacy strap of a new bra Rindou had bought you. It reminded him of your underwear. Of how nice it felt to take them off earlier…

“You’re too tired for any of that, babe. Just go to bed, and I’ll come join you in no time, promise,” he said as he shook the images from his mind, knowing you were one blink away from falling asleep again.

“You hate me,” you huffed, and turned away from your boyfriend before adding, “You’re just gonna end up passing out on the couch like you do every time they come here. I’m gonna wake up all alone. You’re such a bad boyfriend.”

Rindou smiled softly, “Are you trying to guilt-trip me right now?” You turned back to make eye contact with him and nodded. “Fine.”

For a moment, he disappeared into the lounge room. You could hear Ran making fun of him for being “absolutely whipped”, and Izana telling him to “man up”, but you were already beginning to feel your eyelids getting heavier, so you didn’t care much to go out and defend him. When he returned, he took off his shirt and pulled on a pair of trackpants, and then crawled into bed beside you.

Content to have gotten all you wanted from Rindou, you traced the tattoos on his torso until you were so exhausted you could no longer hold your hand up.

“I will make it worth your while,” you yawned as you rested your head on his chest and let him run his hands over your hair, “Just… In the morning when I’m rejuvenated.”

You closed your eyes and Rindou felt your heartrate slow down along with the frequency of your breaths. You were snoring ever-so-gently, and he stifled a laugh at the irony of the fact that he wouldn’t be able to get even a second of sleep because of it.

[xiefuyu]

spoiled.

-- bonten x reader

🖤 — Tokyo Revengers

📝 — platonic relationship with everyone, cursing

:a/n — it's just some bonten execs spoiling the hell out of our Y/N

-- 1, 2

Surprisingly, a week after the incident with Sanzu drugging you to sleep, the upper echelons who loved throwing their work to you started to make their work themselves. Well, still with your help because they’re clueless as fuck as to how make a proper report. You almost wanted to tell them to fuck off and get the work done yourself but that just meant you’re okay with them dumping their work on you.

“Ran-san, that line is inappropriate.” you say for the nth time that afternoon. You’re hungry and tired and Ran decided to be a dumbass, purposely making mistakes in his report just so he could spite you with that lazy ass grin.

How badly you want to punch it off him.

“It’s my report, I will write whatever I want, doll.” you looked at him straight in the eye and,

“And your life is Mikey-san’s. If you want your cause of death to be because of a report containing inappropriate phrases, then go ahead and do so.” you deadpanned. He’ll be reporting this to Mikey and the other executives, after all.

“Touche.” he says, sighing. “Doll, can’t you just do it instead?”

“Change that line, Ran-san.” you point at his screen, ignoring his question. He groans and you smile fondly when he’s not looking.

He’s unbearable sometimes but you know he’s doing his best.

“What do you want for lunch, sir? I’ll buy it right now. It’s past lunchtime and you need to rest, too.” he looks at his watch and hums. “Let’s go have lunch, doll.” he says, standing up, not even bothering to turn off his laptop.

‘My treat.’ goes unsaid. Of course, you’ll protest when you get there but you know he’ll just use his position and label it as an order just so he could treat you.

All Bonten executives do.

“Y/N, come to my office.” 

You blink at your phone screen, surprised at Kakucho’s text. He rarely texts you so you’re worried that something might have happened. Without hesitation, you bolted out your office in a hurry for your boss’ office.

“Sir, I’m here.” you announced after knocking, not even waiting for Kakucho’s response before opening the door. He’s sitting on his chair, wide eyes looking up at your dishevelled state. “Did you run?” you clear your throat, flushed in the face before fixing yourself. “I apologise for my state, sir. Did you need anything?” 

You see his eyebrow rising in amusement and you want nothing more than to walk out his office, knowing he’ll say something that will make your heartbeat a little faster.

It’s not like you like him, you swear.

It’s just that…Kakucho has that charisma. An alluring one.

“Did you rush here in concern after receiving my text?” he asked, a soft smile on his lips. You bit the inside of your cheek, clearing your throat once again. “Yes, sir…I was worried because you rarely text me.” you admit and God, his balcony is open and you want to throw yourself out because of his soft laugh.

“Thank you, Y/N. And I apologise for scaring you. I just wanted help regarding this report that I’ll be giving to Kokonoi. You know, financial and stuff. You’ve been his secretary before, right? So I thought I'd get your help to fix any mistakes.”

Warmth spreads through your whole being at the thought of an executive thinking of you and your capabilities.

You knew it was what you signed up for in the first place - to help them - but it was still a good feeling for you.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re okay, Kakucho-san. And of course, please let me take a look.” you beam at him before walking towards his desk. It is then you see a box of your favourite biscuits and candies. He sees your line of sight and chuckles before pushing it towards your direction.

“A thank you gift for your help,” he says.

You gaped at him like a stupid fish before bowing, “I-it’s not needed, sir. But thank you so much!” he pats your head before you could stand straight. “Sit here, let’s start.”

Working with Kokonoi is the second most peaceful experience for you. He’s not a dumbass, not an asshole, and most importantly, he does his work right.

(Kakucho is your favourite working buddy but don’t tell the others that.)

“Kid, did you put this here?” he asked in a hushed tone, pointing inside his bag. You looked over at him, confused. Why is he asking such questions while the both of you are in the middle of an important mission?

You see a bag of candies, your favourites, inside his bag. “No, sir…Even though those are my favourites, I won’t bring them to missions.” Well, now you’re tempted to eat one but you’re literally in a life or death mission so no, you’ll maintain your professionalism and eat a bunch later when the mission’s done and you’re still alive.

“Fucking Sanzu must’ve put it.” he tsked, closing his bag before focusing on the task at hand. The both of you are currently infiltrating a secret base of an enemy and instead of being alone, Kokonoi insists on coming with you, saying you need guidance.

It’s just him being a worrywart.

“I'll be going now, sir.” you inform him when you see the enemies walking out. He grabs your wrist before you could even step away. “Kid, be careful.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m serious. Look at me. Be fucking careful.” you blinked at him, nodding. You’re also serious but hey, having Kokonoi worry over you is such a good feeling.

“I’ll be back as soon as possible, sir.”

True to your words, you successfully completed your mission with Kokonoi’s guidance. “Here.” he suddenly pushed a card to you.

A black card.

“Do you want me to buy something, sir?” you asked, confused as you hesitantly got hold of the card that probably holds your lifetime’s paycheck.

“I talked with someone who works at the candy factory.” he says, making you tilt your head in more confusion.

“And…?”

“Idiot, buy the whole factory! It’s your favourite candy’s factory.” as if that was the most obvious thing, he rolls his eyes at your dumbass.

But hey! It’s not everyday someone hands a black card to you and tell you to buy a fucking factory of your favourite candy!?

“S-sir, that’s–”

“An order.”

You groan, hiding your flushed face from his raised eyebrow and that smug smile on his lips. “Now get out, Sanzu will accompany you.” he pushes you out of the car and you’re wholeheartedly surprised that Sanzu is actually outside, waiting for you.

“Let’s go, kid. Gotta make sure they sell it to us.” of course he will be the one to accompany you, he’s in charge of negotiations for a reason.

“Sir, this is really too much.” you try protesting. “It was Mikey’s order.” that shuts you up, knowing you can’t go against your top boss so you walk behind Sanzu, head low, still red in the face.

You appreciate them spoiling you, really. But sometimes, it’s too much and you don’t know how to handle those kinds of things.

“Thank you…” you whispered loud enough for him to hear. He just grins and ruffles your hair. "Thank that money-greedy-white-haired-man."

Later on, you found out that it was actually Kokonoi’s idea and order, not Mikey’s.

“He wanted to treat you, what can we do? Refuse? No way, doll. You deserved it. Enjoy your candies.” Ran told you, a rare genuine and soft smile on his face as he pats your head as he leaves you to work on his report.

Oh well, might as well do their reports.

A/N; it's been a while! how's everyone? anyways, i need a kokonoi in my life please

@bontensbabygirl

[firstdivisiongirl]

Hey for the Christmas thing can you do “I’m happy I came to the holiday party this year” with final timeline kakucho x fem reader where she kinda aviods him and he thinks she hates him for some reason when actually she has a crush on him and she came to the party to confess and tells him that “you were the only one that took me seriously when i said that I want to do martial art when everyone said i couldnt because i was a girl and from that point on i fell for you”

If this is to much or you just wanna do your own thing dw about thanks so much merry Christmas 🎄

Hi there. Merry Christmas to you too! So, I used elements of your idea in this little fic. There is a confession because there is nothing better than a winter romance! I hope you like it!!

Kakucho x Reader: I’m Happy I Came to the Holiday Party

Ahh, holiday parties.  No one really likes them.  That was exactly how you felt about the Bonten Christmas party.  It went the same every year.  Sanzu, Rindou and Ran drank too much.  Mikey didn’t really talk to anyone.  Kokonoi showed up, but spent most of the time talking about working.  Takeomi just talked with Mochi.  And then there was Kakucho who never even bothered to show up.  Which left you alone and miserable.  But this year's party was off.  Why?  Because Kakucho showed up.  He wasn’t one to voluntarily show up to get togethers.  You only do it because of free food.

“Merry Christmas,” Kakucho said, approaching you, smiling.

“Merry Christmas to you too,” you replied smiling back, “enjoying the party?”

“Not really.  It’s the same as any party with these guys.”

“I know.  You’re probably the smart one to stay home every year.”

He laughed.  Something you never heard from him.  He was a serious guy.  You caught out of the corner of your eye that it was snowing.  “Hey look,” you said pointing outside, “it’s snowing!”

“Let’s go,” he said, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the door.  You both grabbed your coats and left.  It was so beautiful outside.  White snow covered the ground.  And the world looked like a snow globe.  You two had been walking enjoying the silence until he spoke up, “you know, I’m happy I came to the holiday party this year.”  He grabbed your hand causing you to blush, “because if I didn’t I wouldn’t get to have a great holiday with a girl I really like.”

Please do not copy, modify, translate or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated!

[immikeysbike]

I really want to write a Yakuza!Mikey(The first adult version of Mikey we saw, the blonde one)xreader.

I mean, sure, my heart is own by Mikey's Manila version, but Yakuza Mikey has inspired me a lot recently.

I think it's a very cold version of Mikey, but not in the same way as Bonten Mikey.

I don't read much dark romance but I feel like this would fit the theme perfectly.

It would be inspired by this work I did just before.

But I don't like the "You're special so you are an exception" bcs u are not. You'll be a prostitute like every girls in the Touman, you're gonna get a complex about everything on your body and then you're gonna feel dirty like everybody else. Okay? In a joyful and cheerful mood ofc.

I don't really like writing what used to be called "lemon/spicy" either. I just imagine that the deepest contact you'll have with Mikey will be him strangling you because of his impulses.

Ahhhh… I've only been sleeping 4 hours a day lately, so I've got way too much inspiration, damn it.

Good night all. Tomorrow let's spend another day making sure that fandom doesn't die. 😃

[cinnamilkekouhai]

Bonten's Reaction Of Reader Giving Attention to her fav pet bird, Wiwi,

Author Extra：Wiwi really does exist, aka my guest cockatiel of honor♡ Shes my bff's bird and so far my fav baby.

Mikey：I know i shouldnt be mad at some stupid pest...but now her attention is all over that damn bird, whats so great about it? Chirps everyday makes me pissed, its that fucking chirping steals my precious cuddles and kisses time with my princess..i wanna kill it..i wanna burned it..whatever that gets in my way with my princess needs to be remove. But she will be mad about it that i killed her little baby, i dont want her to be mad..especially at me..i will keep it quiet, out of the room and in the garden, whatever it takes i will get my princess's attention back on me...

Sanzu：Really? Our years of bonding really couldnt compared to a little creature? Princess really adores it huh...maybe i should get rid of it. But on the other thought, she might be upset about it and thats the last thing i wanna do, i never wanted to get myself on her bad side, i want her to see all goods in me. I rather die than to have a her despise me, i will prob ask one of our underlings to take care of it, then maybe splatter some blood or get a few scars, princess is too kind to ignore any injuries, so her attention will be mine.

Kakucho：That thing got a little tricky, i will just guilt-trip my princess into thinking i will take care of it, that her attention should go on me. She should know me well, that im more responsible and more reliable when it comes to care-taking..and whose idea was it to let her keep it.

Mikey：well princess came to me and beg me to keep it...i cant reject her..

Kakucho：I mean..who would reject her

Ran：Prob make excuses to distract princess away from the bird, and ask rindou to steal the bird. Anyways if she finds out, it will be rindou's bad luck, since it isnt me that shes mad about so i couldnt care less.

Rindou：U LITTLE SH-

Rindou：I would prob do the same as ran BUT WE R FREAKING SWITCHING THE ROLES

Kokonoi：I would take princess on a fancy date, buy her anything she wants or wish to have, maybe take some time to learn about her little thing, in that way princess will be very happy that she gets to buy things for her small friend and i get to spend shopping time with her, She might even reward me with her attention.

Kakucho：Koko is smart-

Mochi：I have no words- i'd let her do anything she want.

[lssugaluv]

What your Instagram looks like while dating…

What your Instagram looks like while dating Mikey.

Tokyo Revengers x Fem character.

Your POV on your instagram while dating Mikey.

Bonten edition. Time skip.

Masterlist: Lssugaluv's masterlist.

Other Instagram's: Ran Haitani's Insta , Kokonoi Hajime's Insta

Mini Synopsis: how your Instagram looks like while dating Mikey. P.S. Mikey loves to take pictures with you. You are his everything, and loves to spend as much time as he can with you.

How your Instagram page looks like.

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Y/n: safety first

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Hran21: simp

Haitanirinnn: thanks for tagging me after I took this

Y/n: why are you always complaining sir? @haitanirinnn

Sanooom01: only for my queen @hran21

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Y/n: these are the moments I love with you.

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Sanooom01: Love you princess

Y/n: I love you more <;3 @sanooom01

Sanzuuu: don’t you two live with each other? I bet you two are next to each other while typing this 😩

Kassshhi: LMAO @ sanzuuu

Y/n: @ sanzuuu why are you always salty?

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Y/n: My safe space.

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Sanzuuu: he’s my safe space too.

Kaku20: @ sanzuuu jealous much?

Meanmochi1_: we all know Sanzu has been in love with the boss since Toman

Hran21: @y/n watch out if not Sanzu is stealing your man

Y/n: @ sanzuuu he’s mine and mine only

Sanzuuu: 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻 fuck all of you

Kokoshmoney: 😂😂

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Y/n: He can be so needy and I’ll never get tired of it

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Sanooom01: why you gotta put me on blast babe?

Kaku20_: it’s okay, we all know you are a simp.

Sanooom01: stfu before I kick your ass @kaku21

Hran21: the simp… I mean the boss himself has spoken 😂

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Y/n: Every King needs his Queen.

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Sanooom01: You are my queen, Bonten’s queen to be exact ❤️

Hran21: All hail queen y/n

Kaku20_: 🙇🏻‍♂️

Y/n: lol 🤣

[snzunii]

model yn steps out with non-showbiz beau, bonten's ran haitani.

[th3l0stg1rl]

Guess Sanzu gulped too much pills in the last one. 💀

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒︙𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖮𝖬 𝖡𝖮𝖸𝖥𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖭𝖣 𝖳𝖤𝖷𝖳𝖲

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 — 𝖠𝖪𝖠𝖲𝖧𝖨 𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖴𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖸𝖮 (𝖲𝖠𝖭𝖹𝖴) 𝗑 𝖦𝖭!𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — ���𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝐚/𝐧 — 𝗂 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 12 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗌

[eroticdarling]

BONTEN TWITTER 1

[evergone]

Star-Crossed Lovers

Rindou Haitani x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (Allusions to sex, drinking), references to underage drinking (I do not condone or promote these behaviours), angst to fluff

Description: Everyone knows that when Rindou and the reader break up, they always end up back together, but this time something feels off.

You and Rindou broke up every other week.

When people asked how long you’d been together, you’d argue for hours on end about which break-ups counted and which didn’t. You liked to say you’d been together five years — ignoring the break-ups that occurred in the middle. Rindou, on the other hand, was adamant that every little break-up counted.

Yes, that included the time you broke up with him because he wouldn’t let you buy two of the same dress just in case something happened to the first one. It included the time he broke up with you because you absolutely demolished him in Monopoly. It included the time you broke up with him because he didn’t come home for five days straight. It included the time he broke up with you because he didn’t want to see you get deep enough into his gang business that you couldn’t get out.

So, after five years of dating — or three weeks, by Rindou’s standards — it became relatively obvious to everyone including yourselves that no little issue could actually spell the end of your relationship. The two of you were invariably intertwined. Star-crossed. At any given point in time, the most important person to you was him, and to him was you. There was nothing, truly nothing, that you couldn’t overcome together.

Except this break-up was different.

You could taste it in the air. Bitter. Empty. Soulless. There was hatred there, between you and Rindou, and it seemed that star-crossed lovers were truly just a thing of fiction.

It started out as just a petty argument. You had pointed out an engagement ring at the local jewellery store that you thought was just the most gorgeous thing in the world. It was vintage, from the mid-nineteen-twenties, and it was perfectly your size. You suggested, only half-jokingly, that he buy it and keep it in his pocket for the right time. Afterall, you were twenty and neither of you were getting any younger. But for some reason, some stupid, stupid reason, he completely freaked out.

“I’m not ready for that, Y/n!” Rindou’s head whipped around so his cold, violet gaze bore holes right through you. “How am I even supposed to know you’re the right person for me?”

The very same eyes that had just sent a chill through your entire body then betrayed his composure. Like a mirror struck by bad luck, they shattered, softened, and tried to reason with you wordlessly.

“We’ve been together five years and you don’t know if you want to marry me one day?” You asked him, both furious and heart-broken.

“Three weeks,” he said. Muscle memory. That was always his response to the whole ‘five years’ accusation, it was supposed to be funny, but in the moment it reeked of this sense that he was sick of you — ashamed of you, even.

Rightfully, you stormed out of the store, but he was hot on your heel, pleading with you to just stop and listen to him. By the time you had your keys in the lock of the driver’s door to your car, he was practically on his knees. It was a mistake, he didn’t mean anything by it, you had to understand that he was just so caught off-guard!

“Caught off-guard?” You scoffed, “How could you be caught off-guard when we’ve been together this long?”

“We break up so often, Y/n, I just didn’t think…” He didn’t know what to say, or how to justify his reaction. Rindou knew that at some point in your lives the two of you would probably be married, but he hadn’t really thought too seriously about it.

You rolled your eyes, “Take your brother, and get out of my house.”

For the next month, Rindou and his brother, Ran, crashed at Madarame’s. Ran had been whining the entire time about how much of a downgrade their living situation was since Madarame’s apartment stunk of his horrible cologne, and none of them were as good at cooking as you. You’d received about a dozen phone calls a week from him, each one begging you to either forgive Rindou, or at the very least, drop a meal off for them.

“We aren’t friends anymore, Ran, Rindou has ruined everything. Don’t call me again,” you told him eventually.

Everyone was feeling the effects of the break-up. Gang violence in Roppongi was at an all-time-high because Rindou was beating so many people up just to expel as much of the anger as he could. In meetings with the rest of Rokuhara Tandai, he was hardly focused, and would walk out having no idea what had just been discussed.

Rindou’s friends had tried in vain to convince him that this break-up was just the same as all the others — that the two of you would be back together in no time — but even they weren’t sure it was true. The days were getting longer, they were being drawn out into an agonising picture of the proverbial end, four horsemen and all, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that you weren’t interested in getting back together with him. It had just been so long.

It was unsettling to Rindou when he saw you for the first time since the day he moved out of your house. You didn’t notice him as he took in the dark semicircles under your tired eyes, and the slight limp you were carrying yourself with, and he was glad you didn’t. He could tell you hated him — he could feel the hatred oozing out of your pores and spreading all across the grocery store you were shopping in. There was no chance of you ever getting back together. He had just fucked up way too badly.

The past five weeks had been hell for you.

You had sprained your ankle really badly when you kicked your couch violently only moments after throwing all Rindou and Ran’s things at them from your front porch. Daily living had become far too difficult to handle on your own. The shelves in your kitchen were always too high to reach, so Rindou would grab things from them for you, but with him gone you had to maneuver yourself onto the counter with your one good leg and pray to God that you wouldn’t fall. The doctor had told you not to drive for as long as it took to get full rotation back in your ankle, so you were having to walk everywhere. You’d been late to work almost every day.

Despite everything, it would’ve been at least helpful to have Rindou around. Whenever something like this would happen to you, he was always there. Once, when you broke up after he got put in juvie, and you were having a rough time adjusting, he sent some of his friends (goons) to help you cook, and clean, and stay on top of your homework. You sighed at how nice it would’ve been to have that kind of support.

Between the constant calls from Ran, you’d also spoken to Madarame and Kakucho on the matter. Madarame had called before he realised the severity of the break-up to ask when you’d be “having your boys home” because he was sick of not being able to bring girls back to his house. Kakucho, on the other hand, had shown up at your door in his Rokuhara Tandai uniform, disrespecting a rule you had put in place that they weren’t to bring their gang affiliations anywhere near your house.

“Walk with me,” he ordered, and ignored you as you started to preach about how he had no right to speak to you that way. Together, you walked silently through the city, your eyes stuck to the concrete rivers you navigated through.

“Where are we going?” You asked him eventually, bored of the awkwardness and of being told off by some kid.

“Whatever’s happened, you need to forgive him,” Kakucho said, “You know you’re going to anyway, so I really don’t understand what all this mess is about.”

You scoffed, “He hasn’t apologised.” He frowned, so you continued, “Kakucho, he hasn’t so much as called me! I’m terrified that I overreacted, or that I didn’t try hard enough to resolve it… I - I really don’t know what to do. I think he hates me.”

When Kakucho didn’t say anything in return, you left him in the middle of Roppongi by himself, and went home to drown your sorrows in the beers still left in the fridge.

The alcohol relieved some of the pressure of the tense break-up, and that was more than a good enough reason for you to decide to get drunk every night for the next three days. Some of your friends from high school invited you out clubbing that Thursday, and you hadn’t the mind to refuse them. So, you got dressed up in your shortest black dress, and your best pair of heels (you had to redo your makeup after remembering they were a birthday gift from Rindou), and you skipped the line at a club owned by an acquaintance of Mocchi’s.

Inside, you were passed shots by every guy who managed to get within a one-metre radius of you. Nothing like that had happened to you in so long since it was just common knowledge through Roppongi that you more or less belonged to Rindou. You supposed that everyone knew that you were completely, definitely single for the first time in five years, and were taking the opportunity presented to them.

As you threw back another shot of fireball, cringing at the taste, your arm was grabbed by an all-too-familiar hand. Violet eyes made contact with yours, and a spark of electric panic — or perhaps it was passion — jolted through you until you took in the rest of the person’s appearance and realised it was not, in fact, Rindou, but Ran.

“Y/n!” He shouted over the ear-destroying-ly loud music, but you couldn’t tell whether you were actually hearing him or just reading his lips. He was grinning with delight. “What the hell are you doing here? Are you here to see Rindou?”

You bit your lip and frowned as you stretched your neck to search behind Ran, “Is he here?” You asked.

“Yeah, duh, we always come here. I’m starting to worry that you won’t get back together at all, the rate this is going!” Ran chuckled, but you just stared at him, mortified, and stole the wallet from his pocket. “Wait — Hey!”

Turning back to the bar, you ordered another three shots with Ran’s card, and downed them all as fast as possible. By the time you were done, your eyes were beginning to water, and you could feel the last three, or four, or maybe it was eight shots starting to settle in.

“Oh… Princess… Come, let’s sit down somewhere,” he cooed and you tried to scrunch your nose at the nickname, but you were falling way too far and way too fast into the alcohol spiral to have full control of your facial muscles.

Ran carried your stumbling form to a circular booth on the side of the dance floor, and slid you through to the back, resting your head on someone’s shoulder to your right. He rubbed circles on your arm as a couple tears escaped the pool at the bottom of your eyes. Above you, you could vaguely hear the owner of the shoulder trying to quietly yell at Ran, so you pulled your head off of him to give him some space. As you did just that, you caught a glimpse of the shoulder-owner in question.

“Rindou?” You gasped, your voice so loud it was clear over the music.

A glance back at Ran who was sitting there with a shit-eating grin, then you were right back to looking at Rindou. His pupils were just as large as yours, and his eyes open so wide that his irises were just spots of violet in an ocean of white. His blue and blond hair was so gracefully framing his cheeks, neck, and collarbone that you thought you might faint just at the sight, and he was wearing an old Adidas tee that sat perfectly on his body.

“Y/n,” Rindou breathed. He reached a hand out towards you, and you let him stroke your cheek with his thumb.

“You didn’t call,” you pouted, and your tears started to pour down over his fingers.

Rindou signalled that it was time for the other people in the booth to leave, and they did so with an ounce of hesitance. Boys were always more nosy than they were given credit for, especially the ones Rindou was friends with.

“I thought you hated me,” said Rindou in a sombre tone.

The only thing keeping your head from rolling backwards was his hand holding you up, and you were glad for it, as it gave you the visibility to squint at him. After the many, many, many times you had taken him back, how could he possibly think that one fight about a possible marriage would make you hate him? You were angry, sure, but only for a couple days. It had softened to sadness so quickly that you’d given yourself whiplash.

You reminded him of a half-dozen of the past break-ups. The time he threw you into a puddle of mud right before a school assembly, the time he joked about sleeping with one of your closest friends, the time he forgot to get you a birthday present, and all the others. He was prone to mistakes, but he always learnt from them. He was always trying so hard to do right by you. And you always took him back.

“I could never hate you, you’re the most important person in my life, Rindou.” His face lit up. “When you didn’t call me immediately, I thought I’d completely overreacted and pushed you away! I thought you hated me.”

For every break-up caused by Rindou, another had been caused by you, you were a dysfunctional couple like that, and both of you always resorted to the extremities rather than just sitting down and talking about your emotions. When you were twelve, you misplaced the study notes for the maths test he had the next week; when you were fifteen, you would flirt with adults outside of liquor stores to get them to buy you drinks; when you were seventeen, you stood him up on your anniversary. He broke up with you each time, and each time you always ended up back together.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said. I do want to marry you one day,” Rindou explained.

You slipped your hand under his, and shooed him away from your face, “You had a point, though.” He tilted his head in confusion. “We break up all the time. We’re not exactly stable enough to be thinking of marriage… In truth, I think we’re a bad couple. Toxic, even.”

“Don’t say that. We’ve been together five years!” He said with a mix of anger and light humour.

“We’re not even together right now, Rin,” you told him matter-of-factly, though your words had slurred together a little, taking much of the authority out of them.

“Take me back, then,” he suggested, but you shook your head and then gagged at the motion.

Rindou helped you up and out of the club, and the two of you sat on the side of the building, feeling the vibrations of the music beating through your bodies. The streets were busy with people, but it was so quiet in comparison to what the last few hours had been for you that you revelled in it like silence. While you vomited a couple times (you got a bit of it on one of your heels which prompted you to vomit once more), Rindou held your hair back.

Once you were finished, you leaned against him, and his hand wrapped around your waist to hold on to you so securely that you could tell he was scared it would be the last time he ever got the chance to do so. You looked up at the sky, but the lights of the city were so bright that there were no stars up there to guide you.

“Do you think we’re meant to be together?” You asked Rindou, “Like, do you think that, in another universe or timeline or whatever, we’d be together as well?”

He took a deep breath in, “All I know is that if I got the chance to live my life all over again, I would choose to do it all the same.”

“You love your life that much?” You smiled softly.

“I love you that much.”

In a predictable turn of events, you would find yourself waking up in your bed the next morning, Rindou by your side. Your house would be full of his and his brother’s things by day’s end, with a letter of gratitude placed in your mailbox by Madarame, and the very ring that had caused the whole mess sitting on your breakfast bar. You would ask your boyfriend to explain himself, and he’d shrug and reply that it was just a promise. He was going to put it somewhere safe, and one day, when the two of you had been break-up-free for a sufficient amount of time, you’d get the chance to wear it.

But in that moment outside the club, you didn’t much care to think how your morning would be. The breeze was cold, but you could taste the air, and it tasted like bliss.

[xiefuyu]

overworked.

-- bonten x reader

🖤 — Tokyo Revengers

📝 — non-con drugging (its bonten, what did you expect) (its for your own safety tho...?), cursing, it's bonten timeline that's a spoiler itself, platonic relationship, not proofread

:a/n — I ain't indulging non-con behaviors everyone t___t

Being Bonten’s intern was hell.

But hey, they pay much more than your ordinary 8-5 job so it works and you’re not going to complain loudly. It’s just one of those days where you’re full of work. Like full full kind of full. You wish it was your stomach that was full of food instead.

The light coming from your computer is starting to make your eyes sting and your lower back is being a bitch from how long you’ve been in the same position for hours.

When you first started this intern thing, the work wasn’t this heavy but as the time went by, you noticed how the top executives became comfortable with you to the point that they dumped their report-making to you.

(Let’s be honest, they’re just straight up bullying you.)

(Let’s be honest, you want to kill them.)

But you’re a broke person who’s living in a penthouse given by your boss, Sano Manjiro, and living off of the pay given by Kokonoi so yes, you’re going to fucking endure this like how Takeomi is still enduring life despite being the lung cancer’s incarnate.

You sigh and decide to take a break. You start questioning the existence of time when you saw that the sun had already risen. What the actual fuck? You swear it was just nighttime! Were you taking Sanzu’s drugs without knowing it? Did Bonten decide to prank you and cover your office windows with big TVs?

You groan and curse.

“Fucking great, not a single wink of sleep again.” you tell yourself and slap your thigh for being stupid for letting yourself disassociate with reality.

You stand up, determined to put some kind of food in your stomach because goddamn, you swear you just saw a grim reaper standing beside your desk, raising an eyebrow at you because of your condition.

You flip off your hallucinated grim reaper and start walking. It’s morning, you remind yourself. It’s morning and those goddamn lazy ass executives (Ran and Sanzu) will come in any time now. The thought of dealing with their asses makes you roll your eyes, immediately regretting it because it caused a goddamn pounding in your head.

You just hope you don’t run into one of them while you’re on your journey to get food.

Who are you even kidding? Your office is literally beside Sanzu’s so it wasn’t a surprise when you bumped into him on your way to the general kitchen.

“Good morning, Sanzu-san.” you greet because you’re not an asshole and he’s literally your boss. “Aren’t you an early bird?” he teases, eyebrows wiggling. You roll your eyes in your mind, just giving him a smile and walking past him towards the kitchen.

Sanzu doesn’t miss your darkened eyebags and the fact that you’re still wearing what you were wearing yesterday.

“Oh, right, the fridge doesn’t have anything, kid.” he says and grins as he watches you close your eyes in an attempt to calm down. “Come on, I’ll treat you to the canteen below.” he beckons and you shake your head.

“It’s fine, Sanzu-san. I can pay for my own food. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Sanzu just hums, following you like a lost kid. “Kid, did you finish my report?” 

Kid.

Old ass man.

Calling you kid as if you’re not younger by 4 years only.

“Yes. I’ll bring it to you later, Sanzu-san. Will you be at your office?” He gives you a lazy smile and shrugs. “Who knows?” if he’s not your boss and the fact that he could kill you without hesitation, you would have cursed him in his face already. But you’re kind so you remain silent and patiently wait for the elevator doors to open.

The both of you walk in silence towards the canteen. The atmosphere suddenly drops when the lower members of Bonten see Sanzu behind you. It was a common occurrence but it doesn’t fail to remind you that the man walking behind you was a criminal. A big, experienced, and an unhinged one at that.

The smell and sight of food makes your stomach growl silently and you walk faster, hoping Sanzu didn’t hear it because this bitch will surely tease you for it. Fortunately, he remains silent behind you, just watching you get your food, not even getting some for him. He follows you to a table, sitting across you, still silent.

“Do you have anything to say, Sanzu-san?” you asked when he remained looking at you. It wasn’t uncomfortable for you but you sure as hell found it annoying, wanting nothing but poke his eyes with the fork you’re holding.

“You stink,” he says.

You close your eyes, breathing in and out deeply, calming yourself down. No, you don’t stink, thank you very much. Despite being holed in your office for almost 24 hours, you still smell like your perfume, vanilla extract and pastell herbs.

You don’t say anything, opting to continue eating because you’re fucking hungry and you’re sane enough to priorities yourself before this spawn of Satan himself.

The two of you sit in silence.

You don’t know why but Sanzu got you an ice cream, shrugging when you threw him a confused look. “I did say I’ll treat you,” he says.

You thank him and let yourself smile when you see that it’s your favourite flavour. Without further ado, you start eating your ice cream, unaware of Sanzu’s wicked grin.

A few minutes later, your eyelids feel heavy, making you frown. Is it a food coma? You used to feel sleepy after eating sometimes but you know that it’s not the case this time. You look up at Sanzu and curse when you see him grinning at you.

“Sanzu-san…what…”

“Not drugs.”

With that confirmation, you let yourself succumb to darkness, cursing Sanzu silently and hoping he didn’t hear you.

“Sanzu-san…you fucker…” Sanzu laughs loudly when he hears you cursing him. It’s your fault for trusting him and eating the ice cream that he gave you, honestly. (Not true, Sanzu is just an idiot).

He stands up to pick your limp body up and makes his way to his office. “The fuck? What happened?” he hears Kokonoi asking, looking at you in worry. “Nothing. Just made her fall asleep.” he says.

Kokonoi sighs loudly, “Sanzu, did you fucking put a sleeping pill in her food?” he asks, upset. “Bingo!” Sanzu exclaims, not so loudly, before grinning at Kokonoi’s tired facade at him.

“I told you not to do- whatever.” Kokonoi cuts himself off, already knowing that he won’t get across Sanzu’s thick skull and when he sees you still wearing your yesterday’s outfit. “Bring her to the private lounge, not your office.” he warns. Sanzu rolls his eyes but nods, his plan to let you nap in his office gone.

He’s more than aware that you’ll curse him in your mind when you wake up.

But hey, seeing you snuggling closer to the blanket he put over you and deeper into the pillow was enough to dull the regret he’s feeling for overworking you.

(Don’t be deceived, he’ll overwork you again by dumping his report-making to you.)

By the time you regain consciousness, it was already dark outside, making you sit up abruptly, ignoring the sudden dizziness caused by your action.

“Get some more sleep.” you jump at the voice, head whipping around the source and you curse in your head when you see that it’s just Mikey.

“Boss.” you called out. “I’m okay now, boss.” you throw the blanket aside but stops when you see that Mikey’s hand is playing with a familiar sleeping pill. “What did I tell you about overworking?” His tone was that of command, making your heart beat faster. 

You curse Sanzu for forcing you to rest. If he didn’t, you could have showered in your office so as to not cause suspicions that you stayed in for the night.

Your bosses, the top executives, are absolute menaces (except Kakucho, Mochi, and Kokonoi) but you’re aware that they care about you and your health. Including Mikey, the top boss.

Ironic how they literally hired you to do work that involves playing with Death himself.

“I apologise, sir. I lost track of time.” you answer, bowing slightly, hoping Mikey will just let this slide. 

And he will. He always does for some reason.

You hear him sigh and you look up, victory bubbling in your chest. “Just go to sleep. It’s already late.” he warns as if he won’t let some of his boys drive you home where the security is tight as hell.

“I need to shower, boss…” you say, feeling icky now that you’re hyper aware of the fact that you still haven’t cleaned your body. “Use the shower here, then. I am sure you have clothes in your office.”

You ignore how he emphasised the word office as if he can’t believe you have spare clothes, home clothes, rather, in your office.

In his defense, you’re not supposed to have those kinds of clothes in your office because they belong to your house. Because he already warned you about not overworking yourself to the point that you sleep in your office. 

“Then, please excuse me.” you sheepishly said, bowing at him again. He says and does nothing, just watching you walk away.

When you get back to the private lounge (because you’re not allowed to go home as it was already late) you see Mikey still there.

He points at the sofa bed,

“Sleep,” he commands. Maybe it’s because your exhaustion is catching up to you but you found yourself already slipping away from reality. 

Nevertheless, you were still a little bit awake when Mikey stood up and made his way towards you. You were still lucid when you feel his cold hand patting your head along with an almost familiar soft-

“Have sweet dreams.”

Letting your eyes close completely, you smile a little and mumbles a you, too, Mikey-san, before falling asleep for the second time that day.

A/N; might be a mini series again woah haahah

@bontensbabygirl

[sukirichi]

PLEASE STOP COPYING FICS ‼️

I am by no means gatekeeping concepts or tropes. We all know that it’s normal to see the same tropes or AUs be used differently, and that is not plagiarism. However, I recently found a fic that was oddly similar to my old (and discontinued) Gojo x Reader series, Reckless. The CEO! Gojo is nothing new, and neither is an accidental pregnancy trope. The only reason I am concerned is because this Gojo series I found has the exact same themes as Reckless that consists of: a playboy CEO Gojo with a very notorious reputation, a poor reader who is an employee and asset to the company (someone who works closely with Gojo), reader getting knocked up from a one night stand with Gojo, reader with a seemingly dead/absent mother yet still in contact with her father, Gojo with a very traditional family who does not like reader, and Gojo with an ex he struggles to let go of - which are all elements of Reckless.

The first chapter of that Gojo fic is also eerily similar to my first chapter with the same flow of: YN finding out she’s pregnant and her friend being there for her, Gojo saying he’ll take responsibility because ‘they both made the baby’, YN having to move in with Gojo to take care of the baby, and both of them coming to a mutual agreement that their ‘relationship’ will be purely for the baby’s benefit. The flow of events and specific details about the characters’ backgrounds are too similar to mine.

Again, I am not gatekeeping concepts, just as how I’ve had other writers ask me if they could write their own stories or takes based off of the NAOYA’S TROPHY WIFE COLLECTION or the BONTEN HUSBANDS EXCLUSIVE, and I’m fine with that. I’m even happy people are inspired by what I write. But being inspired is completely different from taking someone’s story and posting it as yours. Please trust your own creativity and skills in writing. You can write amazing stories and have people love them without having to steal from others.

It’s sad to say this is not the first time I, and other writers, have been plagiarized. It’s even more upsetting to know that a friend of mine who has also written a Gojo series (that I’m sure you all know and dearly love) experiences the same issues with the same person. The fact that this is happening to many writers out there is disheartening. We work hard and pour a lot of love in the stories we create. None of us are getting paid for this, and we simply want to share our passions with others. So please, let us be kinder with one another and show love and support the right way. If you love a fic, you give feedback and rb/comment + show support to the writer. You don’t steal their ideas and play it off as your own because you liked it.

[immikeysbike]

I like to imagine a Kanto!MikeyxBullied!Reader

[rinrinx2]

can I request ready x tan or sanzu. Whoever you choose tbh from bonten who is cheating on the reader but yn is a bad bitch so she humiliates him in don’t of everyone and he starts crying and begging for her not to leave him. Like they can host a dinner party and everyone thinks they’re the happy couple. Sorry I love these men but I need to see them crumble too.

Ran the man we can’t stand

Ran x reader

Warnings: language, mentions of cheating.

You swore that if you heard another porcelain plate clank against a metallic knife or fork you were going to end up stabbing the owner of the utensil with it, and it didn’t help you any further that the person making the most noise was none other than Haitani Ran, your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend who had caught in the Roppongi red light district every night for a week when he claimed he was working overtime.

Your boyfriend who had portrayed you as the naive gullible type, the type that would blindly believe his lies.

But you weren’t and if he were a smart cheater he would’ve at least have his younger brother be able to lie for him when you called asking what time he would be home instead of being met with a surprised Rindou who had no idea what you spoke about.

You watched as his glass clanked on the wooden table as he drank carelessly just as he was, careless, without a care in the world.

“You okay (Y/N)-chan?” Kakucho asked as he softly, breaking you out of you thoughts.

“I’m fine” you replied forcing yourself to soften you gestures to create a semblance of a smile.

You weren’t angry at Kakucho or anyone at this table or at this annual supper they held for the Bonten members.

Your hate sat with one man, a man with lilac hair and stupid smirk that you had half a mind of punching away.

Ran sensed your thoughts as his attention shifted from Sanzu to you.

“What’s wrong pumpkin not enjoying the food?” Ran asked from his seat parallel to yours.

And you held a feral gaze, crazy enough to pull Ran over the table and pull his eyes out but you didn’t want the rest of Bonten to think less of you so instead of getting physical you decided to get verbal.

“Nothing is wrong darling” you replied loud enough that it had caught some members attention, but you left your reply to hang in the air causing activities to go back to what they were prior to you reply that was until you decided to speak again.

“Wait actually Ran there is something wrong” you said now much louder than before getting every member’s attention now.

“What is it my love I’ll fix it right away” Ran replied playing the perfect caring boyfriend.

“I’m wearing a pair of black lace panties, and I wore the other two days ago but I saw another pair in your car on the way here and last I recall I only have two pairs of black lace panties” you said with confusion in your voice.

“I don’t think this is an appropriate conversation at such an event” Ran said with a smile trying to save face from other members.

“Well when should we discuss it cause I’d hate for whatever woman you took that from to lose them” you said with a smile.

“Come on now (Y/N), have some decency”

“How about you get better at cheating you dumb fuck” you spat at as you looked Ran dead in the eyes with a tedious smile. You had Ran right were you wanted him, looking like an idiot.

“Oh shit Rannie” Sanzu laughed out watching the altercation occur.

“Shut-up Sanzu” Ran snapped finally losing his cool.

“Now you know well enough I wouldn’t cheat on you”

“Oh really Ran, you’re as shit as lying as you are at cheating. Next time get your brother in on your cheating schemes so that he can at least lie about what you’re doing” you said as you stood up, your chair making a loud screeching sound.

“Don’t drag Rindou into this, his innocent in all this-”

“Congratulations you admitted to cheating you stupid shit” you said cutting Ran off as you walked out of the massive dining room.

The only sound being heard was that of your black heels as and the only feeling being that on the black fabric that clung to your skin as you walked your way to the exit.

And for a minute that was all you head till you ears picked up another, the footsteps of Ran running after you and then the feeling of his hand grabbing at your wrist.

“Don’t do this shit to me, you need me” Ran said pulling you closer, so close that you could feel his cool breath against your lips close enough to kiss them.

“I don’t need shit from you” you said placing a soft kiss on his lips as you pulled your wrist out of his hand.

“Fine be a bitch you’ll never find someone like me with the power or money that I have” Ran said watching your figure walk away.

And the moment Ran’s words met your ears you turned on your heels just before you reached the door. A massive smile painting your face.

“I’ll see you later tonight Koko” you said blowing the man a kiss.

Your words causing Ran to spin around to see not only Koko standing in the corridor but the rest of Bonten.

“Don’t forget to put on the little outfit I left on the bed” Koko replied back with a wink, as you left the Bonten headquarters.

“You’ve been fucking my girlfriend” Ran said as he stormed over to Koko grabbing the man by his suit collar.

“Ex-girlfriend buddy. You snooze you lose. I mean no one told you to get your rocks off to those girls at host clubs”

“It’s a dog eat dog world. So no hard feelings Rannie” Koko said as he removed Ran’s hands from himself, dusting his collar off as he made his way back to the dining room.

Ran stood there his eyes blown wide from the disrespect he had just experienced. A man like him has never been spoken to like that before to be treated like his words didn’t hold power.

“You were fucking host club girls” Takeomi laughed out, causing Ran to snap his attention back to the group of men. As he realised that the whole of Bonten just witnessed what had occurred.

“This man lost his girl to Koko” Sanzu said laughing hard that he nearly farted.

“Tough one Ran” Mikey said with fake sympathy as he walked back to the dining room.

“If you were gonna cheat on her why didn’t you just let me date her” Rindou complained following after Mikey.

“i’M rAn I cHeAt On bEaUtiFuL WoMeN FoR GiRls WhO pRetEnD To cArE AboUt WhAt I sAy iN hOsT cLuBs” Sanzu said mimicking Ran’s voice as Mochi and Kakucho laughed as they walked back to the dining room with their backs turned to Ran.

“Shut up” Ran shouted looking all distraught.

“ShUt-uP, I’m RaN wHoSE GoNnA UsE HiS hAnD toNigHT”

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Hope you like it 💕

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[cinnamilkekouhai]

Bonten Having A Mental Break Down

Author Ask：What will make bonten have a mental breakdown.

Prob you r the culprit of it-

They rarely get upset about anything unless u dont speak to them, ignore them and dont cuddle with them on purpose.

They will do anything to make u forgive them for whatever they did to make u upset.

Mikey will be on his knees crying and begging for u to speak to him. Pleading that he just wants to see u smile

When u walk away ignoring him again, thats where he went berserk, he throws everything, smash everything and hits everything that he touches and could reach. He would be screaming and shouting why r u ignoring him and he cant have u despise him.

He will not stop until u came to comfort him because u r too kind to see him getting hurt.

He hugged u for dear life fearing that u will go and the ignoring will start all over again.

As for kaku he will constantly ask himself what did he do, why r u upset, is it his fault? Did he do something wrong without knowing? He will follow u around the house trying to get the courage to ask u but u end up ignoring just crushed the idea.

He will refuse to eat and sleep, he prob cry all night while punching the walls.

Sanzu will def intake more drugs, trying to fire the gun on his head but was unsuccessful as u still need him to protect u even if he dont know what had upset u.

The Haitanis will be going to clubs trying to get their mind off, maybe getting u more gifts and attention than ever. They will tried to self harm if the pain is too severe.

Takeomi will immediately do a checkup if anyone has made u upset and sure enough he found it, someone from your division was making fun that u r the only female in the organization.

Now that the reason is clear, mikey immediately tortured the person with the other executives, blaming him that he is the one making u upset and causing the pain they r going through.

Mikey will make the pain 10 times worser than the usual torture he gave

"U r the fucking reason why we r going through all that...I should have made it fucking clear that nobody messes with my princess...ill use your dead body as a warning to all those fuckers out there then..ill hang it on the gate to give them the clear message."

After that, mikey walks into your room, telling u that the problem is gone, u stayed silent for a while. Mikey thought that u r ignoring him again, but instead u cried, telling him that the person been causing u so much trouble. U ignoring them is because u dont want to put your anger on them.

Mikey cupped your cheek and give a loving peck on your forehead, ensuring that hes with u and by your side.

"Princess..u r so kind for enduring the anger yourself...i promise that any trouble that caused u pain will be instantly remove and out of the picture..i love u so much. Dont even ignore me again.."