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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍!

ft. shinichiro, kakucho, inui, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, m!oral, cursing, dirty talk, praise, secondhand embarrassment, fingering, f!oral, cockwarming, pussy drunk boyo, needy boyo, soft dom! w/ sub! reader

an. sometimes the pussy is just too much <3

𖦹 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

shinichiro lives for the moment when he finds your body nestled between his legs, cock perfectly placed in your hands and the tip melting on your tongue. the length throbs when your mouth engulfs him, swallowing his cock practically whole and the tip being met with the back of your throat, “god—s’good for me” shinichiro slurs, fingers digging into your scalp and his digits twitching when you only can gag around him. he doesn’t understand why you sucking him off feels so good today—better than it normally does. and shinichiro can’t control the way his hips buck into your face, slamming you down on his cock—or the cum shooting straight down your pretty little throat. shinichiro gasps, whimpering when your lips catch the sensitive head as you pull from his lap, “d-did you really just cum?” you question—meet with your boyfriend’s bright red face and avoiding eye contact, “i am so sorry princess, i-i just thought about how much i love the way you suck my cock and—shit” shinichiro hisses when your face bends back down to his crotch, tongue swirling around the length, “i’ll cum again you know? i bet my pretty girl wants another load huh?”

+ how does he make it up to you?

the only way shinichiro knows how, making you sit on his face and cumming on his tongue over and over. he really does feel bad for earlier but maybe if you’re so high on the bliss of his tongue prodding deep in your hole—you won’t mind <3

𖦹 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎

doesn’t grasp true reality right now when you’ve got kakucho lying on his back while you fuck his cock however you want. he likes the angle, the effortless beauty captures through each sway of your hips bouncing on his length and the way you’re taking charge, fucking him into oblivion—kakucho has self control, he knows when to clench from the waves of bliss rolling through his body but this time it’s different, “ridin’ this cock so well angel, i’m all yours, keep goin’.” but it’s better said than done because another movement of your body and everything feels—like it shouldn’t. kakucho letting a broken moan erupt through his lips, fingers pulsing through your hips and the willpower he had was filling your hole and eyes rolled white as kakucho dwindles through his high. before you can even talk he’s throwing a hand over your mouth, arm wrapped around your waist and bringing you down to his level, “just give me a minute, just give me a fucking minute” kakucho mumbles in your neck, the swell of his cock throbbing through your clenching walls. “proud ain’t ya princess? making me cum so quick” kakucho mumbles into the skin, though you can’t see his face—you’re sure he’s blushing through and through.

+ how does he make it up to you?

kakucho let’s the embarrassment wear off before he’s on you again, this time he’s the one fucking you into a limitless void of toes curling, moans spilling and his thighs splattered with a mixture of his seed and your juices—yeah, so what if he came early? not going to stop kakucho from fucking you until you’re dripping from his from his cum for days.

𖦹 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈

lives for the moment when he makes you feel so fucking good—if it’s the amount of squelching sounds radiating the room or the pure filfth of your juices coating his balls—inui puts your pleasure above his own, every single time. “cum for me, angel” inui whispers against your ear, hot breath creeping onto the shell while he lingers nimble fingers down to your puffy clit. inui watches the blossoming effect his cock has on you, splitting your pussy in half whilst his fingers bring your orgasm to the surface. your spasms coat his length, eyes screwing shut while you feel the orgasm brushing through your body—within a reach of paradise it’s abruptly cut short when inui lets a high pitch groan shrill your ears, panting above you and almost buckling over from his orgasm—your eyes sneer red. without another word spoken inui runs to the bathroom—bashful tones whimpering from his voice when he tells you he’s sorry, you almost want to be angry if it wasn’t for the way inui looked almost angelic crumbling to your pussy.

+ how does he make it up to you?

inui might of came too quick but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let it get the best of him— asking you to sit in his lap while he slowly rubs small circles against your clit. overstimming you until you can’t even remember why you were mad at him to begin with <3

𖦹 𝐑𝐀𝐍

with his tongue swirling on your clit, hips bucking against the sheets as your hands bring ran even closer to your throbbing heat—it doesn’t get much better than this. ran mindlessly licks and spits into your soaking cunt, groans vibrating through your core when another orgasm taints his tongue—ran has already spent an hour between your legs, he thinks what’s another more? but you’re on edge, wanting something thicker than two fingers curling along your walls and the soft whines of his name drags ran from his realm of your dripping cunt to your perfect face, capturing your lips on his and the taste of yourself spent in his mouth seeps through to your tongue. “you taste so good for me” ran moans against your lips, spreading your legs wide and motioning his cock into your hole but the overwhelming heat, silky juices from your pussy become so much ran is helpless succumbing to his ecstasy, spilling his load in a one single stroke. “you didn’t just fucking cum” you hiss, and ran drops his face into your neck, slowly reeling his hips before ramming his cock back deeper inside you, “i have no idea what you’re talking about pretty girl, i’m just getting started.” ran haitani has never lied to you but tonight, he had—a little white lie, that you totally don’t know anything about.

+ how does he make it up to you?

ran? cum? too fast? he says you’re just imagining things, he’d never do anything that embarrassing—maybe if you’re too caught up in his brutal thrusts, fingers mercifully swipes to your clit, you’ll completely ignore the fact he came inside you like it was his first time.

𖦹 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

rindou doesn’t have time to fuck you, he’s on a tight schedule for work so maybe just pulling you in his car while he rolls his clothed bluge against your fabric covered cunt will do. maybe was what rindou thought but as hands tugged against his colored strands, coats of whines cascaded over his ear and the sheen patch of your slick stained his pants has rindou struggling. “wanna fuck this pretty pussy so fucking bad baby, just need to fill this hole” rindou pants against your mouth, needily bringing his hips down to grind against your core and he’s keeping the coil deep in his gut stagnant, hoping—praying nothing will come out of this but your panties being ruined. yet the ache grows by the minute especially when he feels your hand rub on his bulge, fingers working through to his sensitive head. a hiss bleeds through rindou’s teeth till white stars dance across his vision and rindou throws his head up, whimpering when you feel a wet patch scold his pressed pants. “did you just—” you look up at him and rindou looks the other way, biting down on his bottom lip, “do not look at me, if you do anything—don’t look at me, i am so pathetic.”

+ how does he make it up to you?

doesn’t make eye contact for a week afterwards but rest assured you sit rindou down and explain to him that mistakes happen and he’s more than happy to show you how much he needs you—he got what he wanted, filling your messy hole but rindou never says how long that’ll take. <3

𖦹 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

it feels like an eternity since sanzu has fucked you and maybe that’s why everything feels like the first time all over again. his strokes are shallow, shaky breaths expelled from his lips and even the slightest gaze upon your naked body makes him shiver. “missed you so much, princess” sanzu mumbles against your lips, tracing the curves on your body with his calloused fingers while his tongue dips into your warm mouth. sanzu could last forever just like this, the swell of his cock sweetly nestled inside you, soft hands cupping his warm cheeks and a singe of pleasure jolting up his spine. sanzu ignores it at first, he’s too caught up in the way you make him feel, alive—burning from combustion and craving more. “fuck i think i’m gonna cum” sanzu gasps and normally that’d be okay but time has slowed down and sanzu has only been inside you for a minute. “s-seriously?” you squeak back, noticing his lashes fluttering closed and your thighs slathers warm. “i can’t help it, fuck—” sanzu pumps another load inside you and his hands weakly fisting the sheets beside your head, “you’re gonna cum tonight, j-just let me use this hole, o-okay?”

+ how does he make it up to you?

cockwarm your precious boyfriend, that’s what sanzu wants and needs besides it keeps his cum in and the way your cunt clenches as he makes you cream on his length is a win-win situation <3

My contribution to the SpyFam brainrot! Afternoon nap with Forgers 💚

𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭

[Chapter 2] Killing Boredom

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader x Suguru Getou

“Suguru, will you be home early tonight?” You ask through the phone, hoping that you’ll have your husband home for dinner tonight. It’s a pointless wish because you’re always met with,

“We’re really busy tonight, honey.” You hear which makes you sigh. You sigh loud enough so he can hear it, which always makes him mutter an useless apology. He apologizes but never does anything to fix it. Eating all of your meals alone almost every day is depressing to say the least.

Before he can say his apology that ends with an “I love you, pumpkin” you hang up the phone. You take a deep breath to calm yourself down before you go downstairs. You’ll dismiss the staff that works in your house and go out to loosen up. Suguru always comes home late, so there’s no point in staying here, boring yourself to death.

You’ve been with Suguru Getou for seven years. You began dating not too long after you met him. You dated for two years, engaged for one, and married for four. Suguru is a wonderful partner most of the time.

A year into your relationship with him you found out that Suguru’s parents founded the Star Plasma phones, phones that half of the world uses. A phone that you used when you met Suguru, one that you still use to this day. That was Suguru’s source of income– Or rather, his parents’. Now Suguru is in charge of the company since his parents finally retired.

Suguru has a lot of responsibility on his shoulders which means more money. Yet that also means little free time to spend with his wife. Suguru was an excellent lover for the first two years of your relationship but that all changed when he actually started working with his family. It wasn’t this bad before though. He’d at least be home for dinner three times per week.

“You’re all dismissed. Suguru isn’t coming home tonight.” You inform the people that have started dinner. They were making one of Suguru’s favorites considering Tuesdays are one of the only days that Suguru is home for dinner.

You quickly go back upstairs to get ready to go out. You’ll have a couple of drinks and loosen up, trying to forget about your husband.

You rarely go out. Suguru’s marriage was a big deal, landing on the cover of magazines. Your face is known all over the country. Perhaps all over the world, if foreigners actually care about that stuff. You just know that if you were to go out and not even attempt to disguise yourself, you wouldn’t be left alone. 

While you’d love to be flashy and show off the jewelry and designer items that your husband buys for you, you can’t. You don’t want to draw too much attention to yourself because if anyone recognizes you, it’s bad for your husband. The moment Suguru told you who he was, you were forced to stop being a free spirit. Now every decision you make has to be thoroughly thought through because there’s a possibility you’ll ruin Suguru’s image.

So before going out you put on so much makeup to make yourself unrecognizable. You wear clothes that don’t draw too much attention to you, yet they manage to be alluring. Finally, you disguise your hair and put on a wig. It’s a black bob, which would look ridiculous on some people but not on you. You manage to draw people in with it.

You do your makeup, put on your wig, your mini red dress, and your black red bottoms. You go out to order some drinks and get hit on, not much for dancing so you don’t care to think about your feet’s comfort. You mainly go out to get drinks and to get hit on by other people. It’s not like you flirt back, but knowing you’re desired by others is always a confidence boost.

When the sun begins to set, the house is empty. The sound of your heels echo as they hit the marble floor. You walk to the garage to your baby. Well one of many. Suguru’s gift to you for your first marriage anniversary. A red mc20 maserati. Your go-to car ever since Suguru got it. 

It’s a rather flashy car for someone who tries to suppress their identity. But then again, all the cars you have are flashy so you might as well pick your favorite out of the bunch. Especially since your dress matches the color of the car.

You’re quickly out of the house and on your way to the nearest bar– One that’s half an hour away since Suguru decided he wanted to live secluded from the rest of the world. You didn’t care when he initially bought it, you just wanted a mansion. But now since you’re alone 90% of the time, you get irritated that you live so isolated.

In half an hour you’re parked outside the bar and getting out of your car. At least the place is nice because it’s in the rich side of town. When you enter the place you notice how empty it is. There’s maybe two other people in the place aside from the bartenders. Your disguise is practically useless but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

You take a seat and watch as the bartender walks over to you. You smile at her and she smiles back before properly greeting you, “Hi. I’m Rose. It’s the first time I see you come in. Can I see your ID?”

“Ah, you flatter me.” You tell her as you open your purse and pull out your wallet to get your driver’s license. She checks it and quickly gives it back to you, holding back a comment on your recent haircut. Before she can say anything else, you tell her your drink, “I want a negroni.”

“Coming right up, ma’am.”

You zone out listening to the faint music that plays in the bar. It’s a reminder of your husband since the man hates the song. But you find yourself humming the tune because you like it.  You always skip it to not ruin Suguru’s mood, but you like it.

You’ve given up a lot to be with Suguru. Not listening to a song doesn’t seem like a big deal, and it isn’t, but you’ve given up so much more than that. It feels like you’ve given up your whole identity to be with Suguru. Yet he isn’t at fault for that.

“Here you go.” The thump of the glass being set on the bar startles you as it brings you back to the present. You almost felt sorry for yourself for being with Suguru. You mutter a thank you before bringing the glass up to your lips.

You begin to sip on your drink quietly, listening to the new song that plays. Rose is about to talk to you since you seem rather lonely– Unlike her other customers, but someone else walks into the place and she has to serve him. He’s a frequent too.

“Welcome back, Gojo.” Rose smiles like a fool as the man approaches. He takes a seat right next to you, and you tense up. Gojo is a common last name so it’s not necessarily him. “Sex on the beach?”

“I feel like it’s too cold to go to the beach. Maybe some other time– Wait, you mean the drink? Yeah.” He jokes and Rose laughs. You hear his voice and it’s him. It’s definitely him. You just hope that he won’t try to talk to you. You don’t want him to recognize you.

“Whatcha drinking there?” Satoru asks while the bartender makes his drink. You hold back on sighing when he speaks to you even though you were praying he wouldn’t talk to you. When you don’t answer he clears his throat and repeats the question. He isn’t ignored, never. He probably wasn’t loud enough.

“Negroni.” You respond, and your voice rings. It’s definitely familiar. So he wants to keep you talking to remember who you are. But you don’t seem like the woman who talks much. Maybe if he could see your face, he’d remember who you are but your hair is covering it.

“Hmm… Can I buy you another?” He asks and you turn your face to look at him. There’s no reaction from him which makes you assume that he hasn’t recognized you. You get to finally look at him, and he looks handsome tonight. White button up shirt and black slacks. He definitely just got out of work.

“You don’t even know my name and here you are, already offering to buy me a drink.” You chuckle. You bat your eyelashes and give him a smile. He doesn’t recognize you so maybe you can be yourself for a bit. Even if Satoru were to recognize you, he wouldn’t tell anyone. Not even Suguru.

“You’re right, where are my manners? I’m Satoru Gojo. And you are?” He’s quick to introduce himself. You smile at him, yet you remain quiet. You heard him, you definitely did, but you’re not going to answer his question. He can definitely live with the curiosity of what your name is. “I take it, you’re the mysterious type.”

“I just don’t like sharing my name with every random person I meet.” You respond and he raises his brow. “I will take the offer on the drink though.”

You hear your phone ring so you pull it out of your purse for a second, and sigh as you see a message from your husband. He’ll be home much later than usual. You put the phone away again and bring the glass up to your lips.

“Can’t help but notice that you’re married. Is your partner with you tonight?” Satoru asks, and you click your tongue, immediately knowing where this is going. You know what he’s planning but you’re too irritated with your husband to quickly shut Satoru down.

“My husband is working late tonight.” You answer. You watch the smirk grow on Satoru’s lips. His drink is placed in front of him, and he thanks the bartender before he asks for another negroni for you.

“Working late or he’s having-” He begins but you cut him off before he can suggest what he’s about to.

“My husband and I are very loyal to each other.” You state with a smile.

“So I take that we’re not going anywhere tonight.” He sounds disappointed.

“Aside from flirting, we’re not going anywhere.” You tell him. Well flirting is something for him, that’s definitely better than friendly banter the whole entire night. He clears his throat, and he decides he’ll try to impress you.

“I see you own a Star phone.” He comments and you hum. “I’m the executive vice-president of the company.”

You’re supposed to act impressed or shocked by the revelation. But you’re not because you already knew. But you can’t let him know who you are. Not acting impressed will definitely raise some questions. “Are you really? You’re lying.”

“I am.” He chuckles as he pulls out his wallet to get a business card. He shows it off to you, and once you read the name, you nod. You can’t bring yourself to actually be surprised. You can’t bring yourself to act surprised.

“You know what I have to say about your husband…” Satoru begins and you tilt your head to the side in curiosity. “He’s a damn fool. If you were my wife I wouldn’t let no stupid job get in my way.”

“Good thing I’m not.” You chuckle. “My husband is just trying to make money.”

“You don’t have to worry about money with me, baby.” He says, making you laugh. Satoru says anything to get into anyone’s pants.

“Hmm… Really? If I were to leave my husband for you, would you pay for everything?” You question and he confidently nods with a smirk on his face. “Would you actually commit?”

“Sure would. For a woman so beautiful I’ll do anything.” He replies, making you roll your eyes.

“Not sure if a man as handsome as you will keep his promise.” You ask and he chuckles. You’re definitely making yourself comfortable around him. His face is inches away from yours, and you feel his breath on your ear when he whispers.

“So I’m handsome? Will your husband approve of that?” You hear and it sends a shiver down your spine, yet you manage to laugh.

“Well he’s not here now, is he?” You ask. 

For the rest of the night you two speak, thinking that your identity was kept hidden. You flirted with an old friend until it was time to go home. You had more fun than you had in years. And just as planned, Suguru wasn’t home yet.

But Satoru definitely knew who you were. No matter how much you try to change yourself he’ll always recognize you.

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The sluttiest depiction of Cardan.

Artist: frostbite.studios

champagne for my real friends – (ran x reader ft. bonten)

a/n: this took forever to finish but i'm happy with how it turned out!!! also this is so humiliating but i literally forgot to write in mochi please don't hate me oh my GOD

content: LIL BIT NSFW!!! JUST SOME MENTIONS OF PAST STUFF!!! drunk!ran, pregnant!reader, bonten members, alcohol/drinking, last but not least there is so much swearing idk how else to write these folks i'm sorry lmaooo just a little meet the bontens fic :')

word count: 4.7k

(( this is a part of my boyfriendification/daddyfication of ran haitani universe please check out the original fics if you're interested! :) ))

"haitani," sanzu calls across the table. everyone's attention shifts over to him. "sorry," he says to rindou. "big haitani."

rindou rolls his eyes at the descriptor. ran chuckles and jerks his chin in sanzu's direction, silently indicating to him to proceed.

"what ever happened with your girl's pregnancy scare?"

there are a few exclamations or remarks in agreement: "shit, yeah!" "oh right, what did happen with that?"

"not a scare," ran tries to conceal a grin. "she's pregnant."

there are a few shocked sounds. he continues, "and we're gonna have the kid."

"shut the fuck up," kakucho's jaw hangs open in shock. takeomi, sitting to ran's left, claps him on the back in congratulations. "is he serious??" koko asks, looking not to ran, but to the more trustworthy rindou beside him, who nods. "that's not fair!" sanzu whines, throwing a childish pout toward ran. "why do you tell rindou everything first?"

"that's a dumb fucking question," koko scoffs, earning a shove from sanzu. ran snorts and takes a long drink.

suddenly, mikey raises his glass. the table goes silent, all eyes looking to him. "congratulations, haitani," he says with a small smile on his lips. "that's big news." everyone else raises their cups, celebrating ran's announcement.

ran hadn't realized how much mikey's approval would mean to him. he knew at some point he'd have to tell everyone. that they'd have to meet to discuss the logistics and the security risks of ran having a family, make sure his pregnant girlfriend and future baby would remain undiscoverable by rival organizations. but he had expected it to just be that: a topic for an executives meeting. never would he have expected mikey to congratulate him on the news, too.

"shots," ran slams a hand on the table. "on me. for everyone. mikey?" mikey hesitates but nods his agreement. "fuck yeah, great." ran waves to the bartender and in moments, they're all being handed shots of whiskey.

ran haitani was not a lightweight; the man could drink. as much as everyone else, and then some. typically, on these nights out for a drink with bonten, he would barely even get buzzed. when things at work got overwhelming, the guys had gotten in the habit of walking to the bar near their office together to vent about everything and have a beer. there were always brushes with law enforcement, court dates, dodged attacks on cargo, and this past week, a near miss involving an unmarked black van trying to run mikey's car off the road. none of this was unusual in bonten's world, but it took its toll when the events started to pile up. mikey had even been the one to suggest getting drinks tonight, signaling that even their leader was on edge: something that rarely happened.

when mikey went out to drink with his subordinates, they tried to keep it more on the professional side. nobody drank until he did, all cues were taken directly from his actions. but mikey had announced that congratulations were in order and something had switched in ran's brain. he was celebrating tonight.

after the first round of shots, he insisted on another. mikey was in a surprisingly good mood, always having been a sucker for happy announcements, and seemed perfectly content as ran ordered more shots and bottles and rounds of drinks.

as the hours passed, what began as a beer after work had become a rowdy, drunken night out. the table soon became the loudest in the bar, though the bartenders and owner recognized the mysterious tattoo they all donned and didn't dare say a word. the drunkest of them all, though, was ran.

"i'm really gonna be a fuckin' dad," he slurs, leaning into rindou's side, eyes on kakucho. "a cool dad, though. like, so fuckin' cool. imagine how cool i'll be as a dad. rin? yo, imagine it, man."

"jesus, slow down, dumbass," rindou shoves ran off of him as his older brother lifts his 5th? maybe 6th?? shot to lips. "how many is that now?"

"6," kakucho answers rindou from across the table, seeming sober enough to be trusted. ran snorts out a laugh and downs the dark liquor anyway.

he folds his long arms onto the table and rests his chin on them like a little kid. "you ever want kids?" he asks to no one in particular.

"you're so fucked up, man," takeomi chuckles, lighting a cigarette.

ran gives him look like he has no idea what he's talking about. mikey is watching with amusement, always intrigued by the behavior of his men outside of work and especially when they let loose in their personal lives.

"get him home, rin," koko nudges rindou.

"fuck no," rindou scowls. "i'm not his babysitter. he's an adult."

"he's trashed," kakucho indicates to where ran has almost fallen asleep at the table.

"should we call his girlfriend?"

everyone's heads whip toward sanzu, who's got the most devious grin on his face.

kakucho is the first to object to the idea, "he'd kill us for that."

"who am i killing?" ran lifts his head an inch. rindou rolls his eyes. the table falls silent as everyone continues to think it over.

"listen," sanzu raises his hands casually. "he's so gone right now, he'll probably just be happy as fuck when he sees his girl show up, right? and none of you have ever even met her! aren't you curious??"

"that's a good point," koko smirks. "fuck it, gimme his phone."

rindou lifts ran's phone from where it sits on the table between him and his brother and holds it up to ran's face. "ran, look up," he instructs. his brother turns slightly, blinks at the screen, and the phone unlocks. rindou places it into kokonoi's outstretched hand.

"hey, hang on," ran pushes himself back so that he's sitting up properly, almost sending the whole chair tumbling backwards. takeomi steadies it with an irritated huff.

koko easily finds your texts– they're pinned to the top of ran's messages. all of the bonten members have become familiar with your name, and there it is under a picture of you, saved with a single fiery heart emoji beside it. "let me call her," sanzu taps koko on the shoulder. "she's met me. it'll scare the shit out of her if you call."

koko looks up as if ready to protest, but mikey gives him a stern look that says listen to sanzu. so he does, handing the phone over obediently.

you answer on the second ring, voice slightly sleepy, "hi, baby."

"hey, sweetheart!" comes a voice that is definitely not ran's. "sorry to startle you. it's haruchiyo, 'member me?"

you feel your stomach drop. why on earth would one of ran's colleagues be calling you from ran's phone? "is ran okay?" you ask quickly.

"he sure is!" sanzu laughs like you've told him a joke. "but he's also piss fuckin' drunk."

"who the fuck is that?" ran's focus settles on sanzu's phone call. he balls the back of rindou's shirt in his fist, "who's he talking to?"

rindou roughly shakes off his brother's grip, "don't grab me. calm the fuck down."

"jesus christ..." you groan, hearing the exchange in the background of the call. "should i... would it be okay if i come to get him?"

"i think that would be a great idea. i hope it's not too much trouble!"

"no, he's always trouble," you scoff, though it comes across fondly. "i'll be there soon. haruchiyo, would you mind texting me the address?"

"sure thing, babe. we'll see you soon." he hangs up before you can clarify who exactly we entails.

once you've gotten the call from sanzu, you don't want to waste any time. luckily, you haven't gotten into pajamas yet; you're still in comfortable clothes from earlier that day. you grab a bottle of water from the fridge and toss a bottle of painkillers in your bag before heading out to your car.

you follow the map to the location sanzu has sent: a divey little bar only a block from ran's office. when you don't see his car in the parking lot, you assume he must've walked. at least the batmobile was safely in the parking structure at the bonten building.

it wasn't often that ran got drunk. try as you might, you couldn't actually remember a time when he'd been less sober than you. usually it was him who took your drunk ass home and played nurse. you inhale deeply to steel your nerves and head out into the cold night air.

the bar is warm, thankfully. it's dimly lit and bustling, almost every table and seat is full. the clack of a billiards game can barely be heard over the loud voices and the sound of the radio. eyeing the crowd, you notice that there's a clear division between one table in the back and the rest of the patrons. and at that table is a bright pink head of hair belonging to a man who you notice is waving you over.

you step carefully through the crowded bar, making your way toward sanzu and the bonten members. as you approach, you recognize the back of ran's long, lean body, sitting with his head propped up on his elbow.

"she's here! our savior!" sanzu exclaims, beaming at you. the five other men at the table turn to look at you. ran doesn't move. "just the ran haitani rescue team," you joke awkardly, earning a grin from the man at the other end of the table who you assume has to be mikey based on... well, everything about him.

sanzu motions around the table, quickly introducing the men: takeomi, kakucho, mikey, kokonoi, rindou. "nice to meet you," you nod respectfully and introduce yourself.

"and, of course, you know this ugly motherfu–" "can you be fuckin' polite, shithead??" koko elbows sanzu sharply. you try and fail to hold in a chuckle. "i know him well," you reply, unfazed. stepping forward, you kneel beside ran to get a look at his face. his eyes are closed, his cheek smushed into the hand that he's resting on.

"ran? wake up, hon."

his eyes crack open. when he recognizes you he smiles, "wow, hey, baby. where'd you come from?? look at you, you look so good. you're so pretty."

"and you're so drunk," you counter, cupping his cheek. ran's smile deepens at the touch, turning his head to kiss your hand. the movement causes his head to slip from his hand and hit the table with a thunk. the rest of the table howls with laughter.

"shit," ran raises his head, nearly chuckling himself. "come kiss it, baby." you lean in to kiss his forehead and he becomes jello, all his weight tumbling toward you.

you stand up to intercept his falling body with your own. he stays there, leaning against your side, eyes falling shut again. you run a hand along his shoulders lovingly. "i should get him home," you tell everyone. "thanks for calling me, haruchiyo. i appreciate it." sanzu winks, waving his hand: it was nothing.

"sorry, would someone mind giving me a hand with him?" you ask sheepishly, nearly laughing out loud when every single member of bonten rises from his seat.

takeomi throws one of ran's arm over his shoulder and pulls him up. ran is practically dead weight as takeomi shuffles him away from the table. kakucho comes around to ran's other side and does the same thing. together, the two men have no trouble carrying drunk ran to the door. "i'll supervise," sanzu follows them through the bar, scarred mouth tugging up into a delighted smile.

"nice meeting you all," you wave slightly to mikey, koko, and rindou, all of whom are still standing, watching their colleague being carried out of the bar. they nod their heads politely to you and you hurry to catch up with takeomi, kakucho, and sanzu.

"where do you–"

"which car, sweetheart?" sanzu asks, cutting off takeomi.

"sanzu... fuckin' kill you..." ran grumbles upon hearing sanzu call you sweetheart. he lurches forward but takeomi and kakucho are holding on tight.

you jog ahead to your car and open the door.

they help you fold ran's long limbs into the passenger seat until he's curled up and cozy against the upholstery. the four of you stare at him sleeping soundly for a moment.

"hey, i've got a great idea!" sanzu exclaims. "you should come back in and have a drink with us."

"thank you, that's very sweet, but–"

"she can't drink, she's pregnant, dipshit," kakucho rolls his eyes at sanzu.

"oh? you... oh..." you sputter. "...you know?"

"he told us tonight," takeomi gives you a genuine smile. "congratulations, by the way."

"thank you," you return the expression, hand coming up to rest on ran's shoulder, smoothing the fabric of his shirt nervously.

"well, at least come have a soda," sanzu bargains. "you can have soda, right? bubbles won't ruin the whole–" he gestures vaguely to your abdomen. "–project?" you can't help but laugh, "yeah, soda's fine."

"then come on in," he reaches to pat your shoulder tenderly. "we're all dying to know anything about you. ran doesn't tell us shit."

you give ran a questioning look out of habit, but he's out cold.

a soft mmm leaves his lips as you run your fingers through his hair, combing it out of his face. "tired, baby?" you ask. he nods wordlessly, eyes still closed. "okay, rest up a little. i'll be back soon."

you follow takeomi, sanzu, and kakucho back into the bar and straight to the table you'd found them at earlier.

"look who's back!" koko exclaims, the surprise evident in his voice.

sanzu presents you to the rest of the men with wide arms, like you're an answer in a game show puzzle.

smiling in a way that you hope doesn't come off as nervous or awkward, you give them another wave. the bonten members who had helped you get ran out to the car reclaim their seats around the table. ran's open chair sits before you, sandwiched between takeomi and one of the only other people you had recognized apart from sanzu: ran's brother, rindou.

you and rindou had met a handful of times, mostly briefly, but all pleasant. despite how much they bickered, you knew ran and rindou were incredibly close and deeply important to each other. ran would never admit it, but rindou's approval of you had been quite important to him. not quite a dealbreaker, but really fucking close.

luckily, from the first time you met the much more subdued and serious younger haitani, you'd immediately gotten along. you had respected rindou's quiet stoicism, the way he closely surveyed situations and people. rindou, on the other hand, appreciated your bubbly nature. he liked how kindly you spoke to him despite his cold facade, and knew that someone like that would be perfect for his brother who also tended to hide his true feelings from others. though ran chose to hide them behind a pearly white smirk. it didn't hurt that you also laughed when rindou made snarky remarks to his brother, and that you even teased ran a bit yourself.

rindou motions to the seat beside him, hoping to ease your obvious nervousness with a familiar face and a welcoming gesture. you sit beside him gratefully. though you and rin weren't particularly close, knowing he was ran's family who he trusted with his life, made him comforting company.

on your other side is takeomi, whom you'd only just met. he seems slightly older than the rest of bonten, and less amused by their shenanigans. from what ran had told you about him, he was much more of a veteran in their world, starting young as a founding member of a gang until now, where he's practically got a hand in every major crime organization in tokyo because of his knack for gathering intel and vast knowledge of the business.

what put you the most at ease, though, was the fact that ran always assured you that takeomi was not a bad guy. ran openly admitted to the fucked up shit he had carried out in his past, as well as that of the other bonten members (which, of course, was all top secret information you'd never share) but he always said that takeomi didn't roll like that. his official title was advisor because at his core– what he did best– was give advice. and apparently he knew what he preached perfectly well, he just didn't practice it himself.

he lights up a cigarette and sits back quietly, observing. surprisingly, mikey is the first to speak. "i wish i could say we've heard so much about you," he speaks in a soft voice, a slight grin on his lips.

"ran is ran," you shrug apologetically. "but i'm here now! i'd love to know more about you all, too."

"first," koko pushes his chair back from the table. "what are you drinking?"

"coke, please," you smile and he heads for the bar. looking back to the table, you add, "it is kind of shit that i can't do shots with my man anymore."

"or your man's friends," sanzu grins, pouring the rest of koko's beer into his own glass. "so, tell us everything."

"everything?"

"yeah, life story." you look over at takeomi and he smirks to indicate that he's kidding.

"jesus, don't stress her out," rindou mumbles, sipping on his beer. "fuckin' weirdos..." you pat his arm in a quiet thanks and possibly catch him grinning as he nods back.

"what kind of stuff do you want to know?" you lean back in your chair slightly, looking around at the faces of the men surrounding you. at ran's closest colleagues and friends. your mind goes to ran, wishing he was here with you while you meet bonten for the first time, holding your hand reassuringly, fielding questions like your own personal bodyguard/PR rep.

"where did you guys meet?" kakucho asks, leaning forward with genuine interest.

your mind flashes to the bathroom of club octagon where ran, who you'd known for 10 total minutes, had bent you over the countertop and rutted into your sopping core as he groaned filthy words in your ear.

"we were out with friends," you say, not a lie. "and we started talking."

"out where?" sanzu's eyes sparkle with mischief.

koko gives him an amused look and tells you, "sanzu's the fuckin' coked up prince of tokyo nightlife. you name it, he's been there."

"it was octagon."

"fuckin' love that place," he leans back in his chair, satisfied with the answer. to mikey he adds, "i fucked a girl in the bathroom there once."

mikey nods, unimpressed, while you try to maintain a poker face.

"why haven't we met you yet?" koko gives you a little pout. "haitani's keeping his princess locked in a tower or some shit?"

"weird that he wouldn't even introduce you to his brother," kakucho nods.

"we've met," you and rindou say at the same time.

"NOT FUCKIN' FAIR!" koko wails. takeomi visibly winces at the dramatics, making you smile. the dynamic between the bonten members seemed a lot like a little family, despite the dark undercurrent that seemed to connect them all.

"can i ask something a bit personal?" mikey speaks suddenly, dark eyes boring into yours from across the table. the way everyone goes silent when mikey has something to say nearly makes you shudder. you nod enthusiastically, wondering what it might be.

"have you given any thought to baby names yet?"

there's no indication that he's kidding at all. his genuine curiosity is endearing, even despite the whole silencing every other person at the table with just a look thing.

you nod, "probably ran jr."

nobody says a word.

"i'm kidding."

with the admission, the tipsy bonten members break; every single one of them howls with laughter. even mikey is chuckling at the joke.

"fuck haitani," kakucho grumbles. "i want a cool girlfriend, too, man..."

"why the fuck would any cool women ever date you with that face?" sanzu blurts through a laugh.

"who the fuck are you even talking to, dude?!" kakucho is laughing despite the subtle hostility in their back and forth.

someone orders another round of shots and soon the men are acting even looser, talking loudly and laughing with you like they've known you for years. you all sit talking, answering their questions, for a long while. their conversation moves so quickly, it doesn't feel like any time has passed at all, though.

"biggest thing in bonten is loyalty," takeomi is suddenly lecturing beside you. you can't help but find his older brother aura quite endearing. "so, you know, i'm sure ran has said it, but you're his one and fuckin' only."

you smile to yourself, nodding along to the man's words, "right. i definitely know that. and–"

"what the fuck is going on here?"

your head whips around to the familiar voice behind you. ran is standing a few feet back, swaying slightly. his violet eyes are so dark they're almost black, filled with confusion and rage. his eyebrows are drawn together, the only indication on his perfect poker face that indicates how he's feeling.

"baby," you stand up immediately. "you–"

"haitani!" sanzu cries fondly. "you're back from the dead!" he balls up a napkin from the table and tosses it at ran who swats it away.

"how do you feel?" you ask, now at his side. checking the time on your phone, you add, "you slept for a while."

he says nothing, just glares at the bonten executives seated around the table. the sleep had done him some good; he no longer felt like the room was spinning now, and could actually create a coherent thought. but now that his mind wasn't so cloudy, it was running wild with every possible thing the guys might have said to you. the jokes they might have made, the dark secrets they could have disclosed. were you okay? he worried. embarrassed? upset? scared?

"your girl's a delight, haitani."

ran focuses his gaze on his mikey as he continues, "you're forgiven for keeping her a secret for so long."

looking down at you, ran studies your face to make sure the calm expression is genuine. ran leans down to kiss your forehead. you're smiling when he looks at you again.

"should we get you home, honey?" your hand wraps around his, your sweet voice like music to his ears.

"it was really nice getting to talk with you guys," you turn back to the table of bonten's upper echelon. there's still a smile on your face, but ran remains skeptical. then the men are all waving enthusiastically, absolutely gushing out their goodbyes to you. ran snorts out a smug "have some self respect, boys."

"yeah, sure. fuckin' gloat," kakucho leans back in his seat, crossing his arms.

"you're such a child," rin sneers, shaking his head at his friend.

ran's arm wraps around your waist, the movement both territorial and because he was still wobbly and needed the support. "goodnight," he gives bonten a small wave of his fingers. "don't stay mad forever, kaku, you'll get ugly." takeomi holds the half drunk kakucho back with one arm while you and ran turn and head for the door.

the night outside the bar feels even colder than when you'd entered the bar earlier, and you cling to ran instinctively. he hesitates just outside the doorway for a moment. "shit, hang on," he nudges you away from him with his arm abruptly. turning on his heel, he promptly vomits into the bushes that line the building's perimeter.

"fuck!" he cries, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and standing up to his full height. breathing heavy, he turns to give you a wild-eyed look and a toothy grin.

"you feel so much better, don't you?" you smile at him.

"like i got a fuckin' exorcism," he says seriously, making you laugh. "i really needed that."

you dig for a tissue and a stick of gum from your purse and you pass them over to ran. the color seems to have returned to his face and he doesn't look quite so out of it.

however, he chooses to focus his newfound attention on you and asks, "so, do you mind telling me what the fuck you're doing here?"

"sanzu called me from your phone and asked me to pick you up because you were really drunk," you take his hand and lead him to your car. he pulls away, "and you listened to him?"

"yes?" you look at him incredulously. "ran, you were shitfaced. i could hear you on the phone."

"i would've sobered up. they just wanted–"

"to meet me?" you cut him off. "is that such a bad thing?"

ran inhales sharply through his nose, watching you cross your arms over your chest. in a kind of demented way, ran liked arguing with you. the way you defiantly talked back to him, raised your voice when you got frustrated, and pouted your lips just the smallest bit: it drove him crazy. ran knew better than to ever try a you're so pretty when you're angry line on you, but it didn't stop him from thinking it.

the dreamy look in his eyes gave him away though. you suddenly sigh, "you're still not 100%. i can tell because you're obviously thinking about something else right now."

he shakes his head, smirking unconvincingly, "i wouldn't do that."

you roll your eyes, though it's lighthearted, "sure, baby. now let me take you home."

when you take his hand again, he allows you to pull him along to your car. "i just don't want you puttin' yourself in bad situations..." ran continues. his voice sounds slightly strained and you can tell it's difficult for him to express these feelings. "scares the shit out of me, like, what if they had said something fucked up, or done something while i wasn't there to look out for you?"

"but it was okay," you hesitate behind your car, holding ran's waist. "it was fine. and i was gonna meet them eventually, right?"

"i guess," he sighs stubbornly.

"everything was good," you take his hands. "they were all perfect gentlemen. i wasn't uncomfortable at all. don't be mad, okay?"

ran bends to kiss you, soft lips melding with yours. he's still a little tipsy and his kisses are messier than you're used to, but you can feel his stress melting away.

you pull apart and get into your car. "you just can't," ran gestures, still not done with the conversation. "can't be so quick to listen to– i mean, any of those guys– but sanzu, of all people, okay??"

you smile and nod, clicking on your seatbelt. ran watches your amused face with frustration "i'm serious! sanzu is legitimately insane."

"ran, stop," you frown at him. "he was very sweet."

"none of those guys are fuckin' sweet!" ran scoffs. "they're in tokyo's largest criminal organization! they've all done terrible things!"

"hey," you give him a chastising look. "i happen to be in a serious relationship with an executive of tokyo's largest criminal organization."

"yeah, and he's an asshole," ran smirks.

"sometimes," you deadpan. ran laughs, reaching over to hold your hand in your lap. "but he loves me."

"you're damn right he does," his hand squeezes yours, thumb running across the back of it lovingly. you can tell he's still frustrated at the events of the evening, but it's fading.

"aren't you kind of glad i came to get you?" you cock your head to one side. "you didn't have to wait at the bar to sober up, i got to be with you at the end of the night..."

ran looks back at you with a look you can't figure out. he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. "it was really nice to see you show up."

you smile as he cups your cheek and pulls you close. his lips brush yours softly as he whispers, "i just fuckin' love you. and i worry, alright?"

"i fuckin' love you, too," you kiss his forehead. "let me take you home and put you to bed, okay, baby?"

"deal."

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in every single lifetime, it would always be you - shinichiro sano

cw: major spoilers for tokyo rev manga!! depression, angsty themes, but cute and sweet at the end. i love shin so much.

before shinichiro was able to leap through time, his life being shit was merely a pathetic understatement. with his youngest brother practically unresponsive, the rest of his immediate family passing on and of course, the pushing away of his close friends, he was lonely. whatever words could be to describe an empty bitter loneliness could describe shinichiro sano.

shinichiro was moping around his bike shop as per usual when he wasn’t watching mikey; barely fixing the runes of his dusted old bikes when wakasa and you come in, arms looped in with each other. it was inevitable, you and wakasa being together even though shin had known you for longer. it was somewhat laughable - a cruel joke that shin sometimes thought and dream of having the chance to be with you, to hold you and to love you. but right now, he’s barely a shell of a human being and well, you’re you: gorgeous, kind, beautiful, funny: everything that he’s ever wanted. there’s no way you would’ve passed up the chance to date his friend, who was the exact antithesis of shinichiro. it’s why wakasa is so popular with the ladies and shin has had dates with himself, the four walls of his bedroom and his playboy magazines to pass the painful passage of time.

“hey, shin. just seeing how you’re holding up. you don’t look so good,” you say to him, through a pity-filled smile. shin feels like puking and kissing you at all once at the fact you care and think about him but wakasa slices through and shoves his friend in jest.

“you need to take care of yourself, shin. y/n was kind enough to make you something to eat since you’re basically starving yourself,” scolds wakasa, with y/n chastising wakasa for being ‘too harsh’ - all the while shin rolls his deep sunken eyes.

“yeah… yeah, thanks. thanks y/n, you didn’t have to do this,” replies shinichiro, taking the lunchbox and your fingers brush a little and shinichiro inhales a little at the touch.

“well, we’re gonna head off. got a date downtown. i’ll be back to check on ya, though, so don’t kill yourself in the process,” yells wakasa as he grabs y/n’s hand and exits and you turn to say a hasty goodbye.

“bye, shin! see you later! take care of yourself!”

ding.

just shin and his lonesome self. what he wouldn’t give to be able to live a normal life where mikey was fine, his family was okay and you were by his side. what if, huh?

the moment he realised that his family were okay was akin to a miracle to him. he almost collapsed at the sight of mikey running around the living room, like how a 9 year old should.

“shin? why are you crying?” asks mikey and shin couldn’t articulate himself if he tried.

“he’s been hysterical all day,” says their grandfather and they all sigh at their not so little and much older crybaby brother.

“yeah, well, you should clean yourself up. the gang are coming down to the shop today. they’d call you a pussy if they saw you like this,” says mikey plainly and emma slaps him across the head for being so crude.

shinichiro, after a powernap, wet tissues and soggy hugs, heads down to his bike shop. sanzu is there, along with wakasa and benkei and a few other kids. he hasn’t felt this happy - this lucky in a long time.

ding.

“oi, y/n, no girls allowed!” yells a young sanzu and y/n scrunches her face at him and brushes at the boy’s hair. shinichiro’s head shoots up at your name and you’re… still everything that he’s ever wanted just from looking at you in your cute little sundress. you’re just as gorgeous as he remembered. just as kind too. you’re even nice with the brutish kids who linger around his shop like a magnet.

“you’re so cute when you try to be all scary, sanzu. but, i guess you don’t want what i cooked for you,” you sigh, all fake-sad and sanzu and draken jump up at the prospect of food.

“you shouldn’t spoil them so much, y/n. you’re making them soft like shin does,” wakasa points out in a disappointed tone but he jumps to fight the kids for the plate of food. shin comes over to the group standing by the front desk of his shop and you jokingly punch wakasa and to shin, it’s a little strange. why aren’t you all over him? aren’t you both dating?

“and that’s why they like shin more than you. me included,” you wink and you make eye contact with shinichiro as you say this and a striking grin takes over your face. shin doesn’t think he’s seen you so bright and excited to see anyone… to see him?

“you’re not gonna say hello to me?” you pout, skipping over to a dungaree-clad shinichiro and shinichiro rubs his sweaty greasy hands on the denim sitting on his legs.

“hey, y/n.” he says tentatively, like he’s trying to test the waters but this just causes your pout to deepen and shin has the urge to kiss it right off your face.

“what’s up with you today?” you ask curiously, jumping over to circle your arms around shin’s neck and mikey pipes up, with his face stuffed with food:

“he’s been acting like a weirdo and crying all day. but at least he’s not kissing all over your face like he always does in front of us. yuck,” shudders his younger brother and shinichiro’s eyes widen like saucers at his words. he’s already stiff at you touching him so casually but mikey confirms, in his own roundabout way, what the nature of your relationship with shin is-

“i would gladly kiss all over your face if you want, mikey, no need to be jealous of shinny,” you laugh, breaking shinichiro out of the ongoing battle in his mind and the young boys yell out in disgust and indignance but shin is still staring at you in disbelief. amongst all the noise, you look at him again and place a hand on his cheek and he leans subconsciously into your soft touch.

“you good, baby? you wanna go somewhere private?” you whisper to him and shin tests the waters by pulling you close by the waist.

“n-no, it’s just… you look beautiful today. have i told you that before?” shin asks and to you, he’s just being complimentary and silly but he’s genuinely asking - he wants to know how good he is to you. if he treats you like the princess you are.

“i think you’ve told me a few times,” you giggle and you pull his face down with both your hands to kiss his nose and he lets you kiss him all over his face till he emotionally can’t take it anymore, wrapping his arms around you and presses his lips deeply onto yours.

kissing you feels exactly like how he expected it - to you, this was one of many kisses you’ve had together but it was shinichiro’s first time kissing - not just anyone, but you. you taste of your pear and apple chapstick and you smell exactly how you did the last night he saw you.

tears run down his face before he can stop them and you pull back when you feel streams of salty tears hit your cheeks and you softly tap your own face then his before looking at your boyfriend all quizzical and somewhat accusatory.

“shinny? what’s with you today? is there something i should know? did you cheat on me?” you spitfire at him in a mix of shock and worry and shinichiro shakes his head fiercely.

“fuck, no, of course not, would never - it’s just-just that ‘m so lucky to have you. don’ deserve you,” he grunts, sniffling a little and you smile but raise a brow.

“where’s all this coming from? are you sure you didn’t do anything?”

“would kill myself if i did,” and you laugh at the earnest honesty in his words and he pulls you in, kissing all over you face - holding you so tight he’s afraid this might be a dream.

“he’s crying again,” laughs inupi and the young boys look at the couple with comical disgust.

“keep that shit away from us when we’re trying to eat,” grumbles wakasa and you stick your tongue at them and turn to face shinichiro again and you bonk his head slightly with your own.

“you sure you’re okay?” you make sure to ask at least one more time, knowing how dramatic your boyfriend could be. if only you knew what was really going in his head. but you didn’t need to. not when he already has you now.

“promise. just - stay with me… today? please?” shinichiro pleads. stay with me forever. you pretend to contemplate, tapping a finger on your chin before nodding and looking at him with so much love he can’t believe it’s reserved for only him.

“can never say no to you,” you kiss into the corner of his mouth and shinichiro takes you by the hand to where he was working originally before you gracefully torpedoed into his new found life.

as you plop yourself into his lap and point out the motor he was working, smiling proudly at your boyfriend, shinichiro knew that if there was another world, another existence, another lifetime; that he would still find his way back to you every time.

Modern AU headcanons - Diluc as a wine industry tycoon

Warning: NSFW

Pairing: Diluc x gn reader

You and Diluc have been fortunate enough to be born as the heirs to the wine tycoon business run by your families. The vineyards are flourishing and the company has been passed down from one generation to the next for decades.

Your families have been handling the business matters side by side, fighting back against any adversities. Like a hand in glove, with the core principles being mutual respect and sincerity, the successful partnership has always made their chests swell with pride.

Ever since you were small children, your parents have made it a point to time and time again remind you of the importance of the family business and the well-fortified trust between your ancestors. You had to attend extra lessons, read lots of books or meet other wine specialists to gather the necessary knowledge to take over the wine empire.

The time has finally come and your parents have deemed both of you ready to be in charge of the family-run business.

The hitch is, though, that you and Diluc are far from being happy to share the ownership of the world-famous winery. But, it wasn’t always the case. In the past, one could say that you were perhaps too inseparable, leaving Diluc’s step-brother behind. However, as time went by, the connection was gradually lost and now it only remains a bitter-sweet memory.

Diluc, for reasons known only to himself, finds you unfit for the task of being a co-owner of the company. He despises the idea of running the business together with you and bluntly criticises you in front of your family members.

Nevertheless, your parents have already settled on a plan of action, giving you an ultimatum to mend the fences and prove to them that you’re worthy of inheriting the winery tycoon.

„You have a month to end this childish nonsense.”

Diluc’s father informs adjusting the knot in his tie. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Diluc’s pouty face. He looks stiffened like a wooden wine rack and that mental connotation alone sends you into a fit of stifled giggles. Diluc’s eyes express a mix of annoyance and repulsion once he reluctantly peers at you from the opposite side of the coffee table.

„I’m sorry, ahem,” you clear your throat and straighten up in your armchair, mirroring Diluc’s weird position. His face contorts in a fake smile, which you immediately reciprocate, causing his eyes to narrow.

„Erm…, I was saying,” Diluc’s father refocuses your attention back to him, „You need to somehow learn to co-operate. I’m thoroughly sick and tired of your antics. I’ve already spoken to Kaeya. Should you fail to come to your senses, he’ll be the one inheriting the majority of shares.” He informs, taking a sip of the coffee in his hand.

Diluc looks ready to rise to his feet, however, he composes himself and digs his nails into the armrest, turning to his father.

„I thought he said he wasn’t interested in anything that has to do with the company. Apart from plundering our wine barrels for free, that is.”

„He was thoughtful enough to change his mind per my request.”

Diluc snickers, „Oh, how considerate.”

„It’s your last warning. Screw this up and you’ll be forever stuck as Kaeya’s personal assistants.” He announces, grimacing at the bitter taste of the beverage. „You could perhaps start with buying a new coffee machine. It tastes like dog’s piss.” He reluctantly lifts himself from the armchair and saunters to the door.

„It’s your coffee machine, Dad,” Diluc observes in a huff.

But, his father’s already marched out of the office, leaving you two alone. The ticking of the clock is the only sound that breaks the stillness of the room. Your fingers start impatiently drumming on the armrest. Diluc’s eyes zero in on you.

„What? Why are you looking at me like this? Don’t tell me it’s my fault.” You gasp, feigning offence.

„Remind me of the time when it actually wasn’t.”

You roll your eyes and decide to remove yourself from his view before he throws another tantrum.

And so, the co-operation thing has kicked off pretty fast. Albeit, it is still quite rough around the edges.

For the sake of his sanity, Diluc suggests that you should reside in a separate office and reduce your daily interaction to an absolute minimum. He tells you to compose a list of matters that require both your and his attention, which you will later discuss once you’ve agreed on a date of a meeting. He informs you about all of that in an e-mail. He is kind enough to notify you that if, for some reason, you happen to have some doubts his secretary will be ready to answer your questions.

The first days he avoids you like a plaque, hoping that things will somehow blow over if he only stays out of your way and continues doing his job.

He thinks he doesn’t need your help and can single-handedly deal with the paperwork and the meetings.

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