#HELP WHY IS HE STANDING LIKE THAT HAHAHAAH

[lunarsun12]

Renjun Vs Haechan - Part 3/5

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After Renjun found the shocking truth, of YangYang real intentions. He doesn’t know what to do, he can’t stand to see that an innocent person. Is going to get killed by Chenle for no reason.

Meanwhile the unhappy Haechan, was not having it. He knew he didn’t do the deed, he will be smart about it to not leave the hat behind. Such a rookie mistake. He is determined to find out, which one of his siblings tried to frame him.

Whilist Haechan was busy pondering, he noticed Renjun acting really strange and as well distant from everyone. Without question Haechan texted Renjun to find out the real reason why.

Haechan has made a new discovery and decided to form an alliance with Renjun.

What discovery is about?

Haechan and Renjun Chat

Today 21:00

Haechan🐻: Yahhh, renjunnie? Why are being so weird today! It’s like you are guilty of something

Renjun🌱: Who said I am guilty? I’m just tired

Haechan🐻: Yeah sure! Why did I hear screaming ‘that darn YangYang’

Renjun🌱: Why would I scream that? You must be hearing things

Haechan🐻: Tut tut, fine if you won’t tell the truth. I will ask YangYang myself

Renjun🌱: DON’T HE WILL KILL ME AND RUIN ME

Renjun🌱: WHY DID I HAVE ASK HIM FOR HELP! I KNEW IT WAS A CATCH!!

Haechan🐻: Woah! This my first time seeing writing in caps. Tell me what happened, it can end our suffering

Renjun had no choice but to tell Haechan everything.

Few hours before…

Back at YangYang and Renjun Private Chat

YangYang🐑: He is indeed an idiot but not as bigger idiot then you!!

Renjun🌱: What?

YangYang🐑: Getting that dog out, was so hard. Chenle has too many locks on that cage plus the hat is inconvenient

Renjun🌱: You stole? Daegal? I’m gonna tell Eomma!!

YangYang🐑: Ah, thought you might asked that. You signed a contract remember

Renjun🌱: There is no contract in the first place

YangYang🐑: You did..

YangYang sent the contract to Renjun

Renjun🌱: I NEVER SIGNED THAT

It came to Renjun realisation, why the sudden autograph.

The day YangYang wants Renjun Autograph

After YangYang received Renjun autograph, he immediately unveiled the contract. Which secretly hidden away so Renjun doesn’t see. He laughed as he couldn’t believe, that Renjun actually believed he was his biggest fan.

YangYang: Hahahaah, this wayy tooo easy. Blackmailing hyuck’s victims the consequences, if they crossed Haechan. They are so easy to trick, everything falls into place. Bye bye little Haechan, that will teach you to ever cross me

Back to present day…

Renjun🌱: You made hyuck’s victims to be scared of the consequences

Renjun🌱: So it forces me, to come and find you

YangYang🐑: Bingo! Oh man Daegal is so cute! Bella will nice sibling

Renjun🌱: You are not keeping Daegal, so what it is a contract. I can break it and ask Eomma to pay you

YangYang🐑: No No my friend, the bottom of the contract says. Whoever broke the contract will become each other slave

Renjun🌱: SLAVE?? No way im becoming you slave!!

YangYang🐑: Then I suggest you keep you mouth shut. It’s win-win situation for all of us

Renjun🌱: How dare you blackmail me, you evil sheep

YangYang🐑: Bah Bah! It means thank you and calling me evil is the best compliment ever!!

Renjun finishes telling Haechan the whole thing

Renjun🌱: This pretty much happened! I was tricked into YangYang plan

Haechan🐻: That club ruiner! He destroyed my club! I can’t believe he is blackmailing my favourite brother ever!!

Renjun🌱: Please, don’t tell him I said anything. I can’t be his slave

Haechan🐻: Look, I will fix this!

Renjun🌱: No we are gonna fix this! I don’t trust you to fix things!

Haechan🐻: You want to team up? I know we have been beefing. Let’s put our differences aside

Renjun🌱: Fine, let’s begin brainstorming

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[just-some-random-blogger]

"Well, I've heard that he comes across as a pompous ass, if that's what you mean."

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He moves to stand in front of you, finding your eyes. "Dear child, might I suggest steering clear of the Marquis and his associates whilst he is in residence with us here? It would simply be for the best. His reputation does preceed him."

WHAT HER DO THE EXACT OPPOSITE SMH

John Wick hated the name, but he liked you, so the name stayed. Him and his then wife somehow became your second set of parents, with your dad never around and your mother usually drowning in her fancy liquor.

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I SQUISH MI JOHNNY BOYY

"Whoever this Marquis is, I can handle him," you say determinedly. "I'll just act normal, do my job, go about business as usual."

LMMMAAAAAAOOOOO NO HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH BUT GO OFF I GUESS

"You know me," you call after him, an impish grin on your face. "I'm only a shadow."

He is never beating those pompous ass allegations. You can't help but smirk from your post behind the concierge desk.

HAHAHAHAHHH

You look down briefly, smoothing out invisible creases on your black button-up shirt. Don't laugh. You roll out your shoulders. Compose yourself.

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"What is your name?" He asks, a perfect brow raised in anticipation.

Why he kinda-

A momentary pause, before he repeats your name. You want to hate the way he says it, as if he testing it on his tongue, seeing how it tastes.

SEEE SEEE SHE LIKE ME FR HAHAHHAHAHAHSKEIEJEJSNNSN 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪

He finally walks away. But of course, of course he has to drive a chill up your spine as he calls over his shoulder, "Have her come up to me in twenty minutes."

🧍

"So much for your being 'only a shadow', hmm?" Charon echoes your sentiment, which has just been apparently disproven.

NAJSHHSHSHHSS IM SORRY CHARON I CANT HELP THAT IM THE MAIN CHARACTER

"Mmm," he hums, and tilts his head. "Tell me, what was so funny?"

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"No, sir, I... I must admit, I don't quite remember what you speak of. I smirk to myself all the time. I've got plenty of inside jokes and all that."

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"Are you... well in the head?" He twirls his fingers beside his temple. The bastard.

PLEEEASSSEEE HES SO FUNNY FOR NOTHINNNGGGGGGG ANJAJWNWJKAKAKAS

"Yes, Marquis." You take a deep breath, but you can't help yourself. "But I assure you I'm just as demented as you are."

First of all i would have said no im not HAHAHAAH 🤪🤪🤪🤪✌️✌️✌️ SECOND OF ALL SHE REALLY JUST- 🧍

"Well," you say carefully, knowing the wrong word might set him off, "you could let the fool go. You've already taught him a lesson."

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"Leave us," the Marquis finally says. Well, shit.

🧍😗🍵👌 welp

"I hope you aren't busy," he says, walking to the other room.

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You grumble under your breath, "So much for being a shadow."

Like i said

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le marquis et le moineau - (ill)fated

Marquis de Gramont x f!reader

synopsis: one of several short stories, set up as a prequel to this oneshot of le marquis et le moineau. This is set in the early days, depicting the beginning of what would turn into a dangerous mutual infatuation.

more of moineau: le marquis et le moineau ▪︎ other works

word count: 2.5k ▪︎ themes/warnings: slow burn, mentions of violence (it's the John Wick universe ofc), language

"Welcome to the New York Continental. How may I be of service?" Charon asks in his flawless genial manner.

You stand behind him, his shadow in training. After only 3 short months as the 'Assistant to the Concierge' - (a title you picked over 'Assistant Concierge', in reference to a certain beloved TV series) - you've come to learn the ins and outs of the Continental.

What makes it tick. The demands of its peculiar crowd of usual guests. What is required to keep such an establishment up and running.

In truth, it takes a lot of fucking work. Much and more need to be swept under the rug so as to not attract attention. Guests need to be kept satisfied, their particular requests adhered to. As long as it is well within the rules of the High Table, of course.

The only thing separating you from the animals.

As if everyone in this sort of life has not already become animal. Well, isn't ignorance such bliss.

The man who introduced himself as Chidi says, "I have come ahead of my superior, the Marquis de Gramont. Needless to say, we must ensure that everything is well-prepared for his stay here in New York. Wouldn't you agree, Charon?"

"Of course, sir." Charon tilts his head. "I will personally see to that, don't you worry. Is he still set to arrive tonight at the planned hour?"

"He should be here at 6 this evening. I trust that the... agitator is being dealt with?"

Charon walks in front of the counter, taking a parcel from a bellhop. He keeps his gaze trained on Chidi. "With compliments of the Continental, sir. The proprietor has ensured that the liability will be brought to the penthouse of the Marquis."

"Very good." Chidi taps Charon on the shoulder once, before walking away, a satisfied sneer on his face.

"Just remember, sir," Charon calls out to him, making his stop in his tracks, "that no business may be conducted on Continental grounds."

"Hmm."

After a moment, you move to stand beside Charon.

"So, sir, what was that all about?"

He turns his head towards you fondly. "I'm sure you've heard of Marquis Vincent de Gramont."

"Well, I've heard that he comes across as a pompous ass, if that's what you mean."

Charon simply raises his eyebrows at you, already accustomed to your blunt, sarcastic manner of speaking. "Well, he will be staying with us for a couple of days, as he has some... business to deal with."

"I won't even ask."

He moves to stand in front of you, finding your eyes. "Dear child, might I suggest steering clear of the Marquis and his associates whilst he is in residence with us here? It would simply be for the best. His reputation does preceed him."

You can't help but smile at Charon's nickname for you, one that heralds back to when your family first moved across the hall from him in one of the High Table sponsored apartment buildings in downtown Manhattan.

You had been only 12, but you were already well aware of your father's line of work. One that required him to be away on business to faraway cities each month, and caused him to rub elbows with the dregs of the underworld.

Not all of them were bad though. You grew fond of some of his associates, namely Charon, of course. And the one they called the Baba Yaga, but to you he was just Johnny.

John Wick hated the name, but he liked you, so the name stayed. Him and his then wife somehow became your second set of parents, with your dad never around and your mother usually drowning in her fancy liquor.

More than a decade later, your father met his end on one of his jobs. One that was only supposed to be "quick and easy". He promised he would be back to you in no time, with a box of your favourite chocolates from Paris.

But he never came. And neither did the fucking chocolates, which truthfully, you now hated. Your father lost his life in that city, so you grew to loathe everything about it.

And now comes the Marquis, the man practically in charge of all of Paris. Not to the public eye, of course.

If Charon asks you to steer clear of him, it must be for good reason.

But you've never been good at following orders. Or staying out of trouble. Or keeping your mouth shut.

"Whoever this Marquis is, I can handle him," you say determinedly. "I'll just act normal, do my job, go about business as usual."

Charon takes a deep breath, resigning himself. "Very well. Just try not to catch his eye." A tenant raises her hand, demanding his attention, so he starts to head her way.

"You know me," you call after him, an impish grin on your face. "I'm only a shadow."

The Marquis de Gramont stands in the ornate lobby of the Continental, surrounded by his posse. Clad in an impeccable three-piece cream suit, his hair perfectly coiffed, his polished shoes gleaming to the naked eye.

He is never beating those pompous ass allegations. You can't help but smirk from your post behind the concierge desk.

You look down briefly, smoothing out invisible creases on your black button-up shirt. Don't laugh. You roll out your shoulders. Compose yourself.

Winston and Charon had greeted his entourage upon entering, and they've been hashing out the details of his stay for the last minute or two. Apparently, the Marquis has some very specific demands. Of course he does.

Those in the group exchange some final words, nodding to each other, seemingly satisfied. Charon raises his arm, directing the Marquis. "Right this way, if you please."

Hands on his hips, the Marquis makes his way over to the private elevator. Which only means that he will have to pass by your post.

You try to keep your head down, as a practiced sign of cordiality. Also, so that you don't let out an impromptu sneer. But you can't help it. Right when he passes by, you raise your head.

And he is already looking straight at you.

The corner of his lips is in a downturn, as if he is judging you where you stand. Pompous prick.

You don't let it faze you. "Welcome to the Continental. We hope you enjoy your stay," you greet him, eyes not leaving his in some sort of defiance.

"Hmm." He walks by, slowly, and you only want to urge him on. But just when he is clear of the reception desk, he turns on his heel.

"What is your name?" He asks, a perfect brow raised in anticipation.

You answer him, keeping your voice steady. You've learned a long time ago not to allow men like him the chance to intimidate you.

A momentary pause, before he repeats your name. You want to hate the way he says it, as if he testing it on his tongue, seeing how it tastes.

But hell, that French accent can make anything sound heavenly.

"Is there a problem, monsieur?" Charon has moved to your side, wary of the attention from the marquis.

Marquis de Gramont barely acknowledges Charon with a sideways glance, before looking back to you. "Non, no problem at all."

He finally walks away. But of course, of course he has to drive a chill up your spine as he calls over his shoulder, "Have her come up to me in twenty minutes."

You grit your teeth in an attempt to maintain cordiality. "Excuse me, sir?" He could have at least addressed me himself.

Nothing. He doesn't even look back at you as he enters the elevator, head dipped in hushed whispers to his security team.

"So much for your being 'only a shadow', hmm?" Charon echoes your sentiment, which has just been apparently disproven.

Winston draws closer, worried look on his face as he says, "Quite a conundrum, dear one. I'm considering sending someone else in your place, however, he did ask for you markedly."

Your stomach churned. "Maybe he just needs some attending? Room service? Basic cleanup? I don't know..." Basic cleanup being clearing the blood of the surfaces of his penthouse, especially after he deals with the man the establishment had caught and presented to him.

Deals with. But not kill. Never that. Not whilst on Continental grounds, that is.

Winston responds, "Perhaps so. I trust that you will handle it? I know you can, child."

You straighten yourself. "Of course I can. He's just some overgrown French brat."

But what the fuck does he want?

"If anything," Winston adds calmly, "and worst comes to worst, your dear Uncle Johnny would surely be happy to lend a hand."

Of course he will. Feeling much lighter, you shoot a smile at Charon and Winston, before returning to your post behind the desk.

18 more minutes.

The Marquis stays in the biggest penthouse of the Continental. The most exclusive part of the property, made even more opulent per his request.

New pieces of artwork are hung on the walls, requested from some New York Baron's private collection. Not that he had a choice.

The man - the traitor - known as Laurent had been staying at the Continental in the week prior, stupidly believing that he is free of the Marquis.

It only took one phone call, and of course, Winston had to relent. They kept Laurent in one of their best suites, lulling him into a false sense of security, all while preparing for the Marquis' arrival.

Then Laurent's room was filled with nitrous oxide, and he was tied up and taken to the Marquis' penthouse.

Laurent sits in a lone wooden chair, nearly unconscious in the middle of the drawing room as you enter, a gash of deep red on his temple.

Chidi sits directly in front of him, seemingly carrying out the interrogation. His superior, on the other hand, lazily sits on the plush couch on the far side of the room. Looking as if he'd rather be anywhere but here. As if there isn't a man being tortured right in front of his eyes.

One of his men announces your arrival, but you sense the Marquis has already noticed your presence.

You clear your throat. "You asked for me, sir?"

"Mmm," he hums, and tilts his head. "Tell me, what was so funny?"

"I'm sorry?"

"When you first saw me in the lobby," he stands, stalking over to you, "you smirked. I wish to know what it was that brought you to react in such a manner."

This is why he asked for me? Because I smirked? Oh, for fuck's -

He steps forward, closer. "Cat got your tongue?"

"No, sir, I... I must admit, I don't quite remember what you speak of. I smirk to myself all the time. I've got plenty of inside jokes and all that."

"To yourself?"

"Yes."

"Are you... well in the head?" He twirls his fingers beside his temple. The bastard.

"Yes, Marquis." You take a deep breath, but you can't help yourself. "But I assure you I'm just as demented as you are."

A gloom falls over his face, and you sense his security team tense up. Preparing for him to say the word.

Your eyes trail around the room, and continue, "And everyone else in this world of ours."

The Marquis stares at you. Half-indignant, and dare you think it, half-amused.

His lips twitch, fighting back a smirk of his own, and his eyes rake your figure. From your uniform shoes to your hands to your lips. Then back to your gaze.

"Fair point." He shrugs, and the room settles once again. His men look away from the pair of you.

He turns, beckoning you to follow. A few feet in front of Laurent, he asks, "What do you make of this?"

Of this? You mean of him? The way the Marquis speaks, as if Laurent is merely a thing to be dealt with and not a person, bothers you. But such is the way of your world.

"Laurent Castillon. French-Italian sommelier. If I understand correctly, he cheated you out of what would have been successful dinner plans."

Sommelier, an arms dealer. Dinner plans, whatever you can concoct with the use of guns. You're more than accustomed to the language, having picked it up over the years.

"Excellent." The Marquis clasps his hands, pleased. "Now, what do you make of this? What would you do, if you were in my shoes?"

He is testing you, prodding you on. Seeing if you would curl back in your shell or flinch.

Is there a wrong answer here, or is this all just some game?

"I would set things right, I suppose."

"You suppose?" He repeats, dissatisfied. "We don't deal in half measures."

"I would - ," you look him directly in his eyes, "I would make him pay."

Something sparks in Marquis de Gramont's eyes. Recognition? Appreciation? Excitement?

"Won't that be a waste?" He takes a step closer, eliminating the space between you.

Stand your ground.

You shrug, "Such is life."

He smiles, "Indeed, petit moineau."

In a flash, without breaking your gaze, he takes a handgun from the inner lining of his jacket and shoots Laurent in the knee. He keels over, screaming.

The familiar sound rings in your ears, making you dig your nails in the flesh of your palm.

The Marquis does not even flinch, does not even look at Laurent who is writhing on the floor in pain.

"And what now?" He rubs an eyebrow with his thumb, still holding his gun carelessly with that hand.

"That depends." What the fuck did he call me? Moineau? "How gracious do you feel tonight?"

"Why?"

"Well," you say carefully, knowing the wrong word might set him off, "you could let the fool go. You've already taught him a lesson."

A long, torturous pause. He does not seem to like that suggestion.

"Take him away." He gives a sudden order, and all his men rush to obey. Seconds pass, and Laurent is out of your sight. Only Chidi and two other men are left hovering in the corner.

"Leave us," the Marquis finally says. Well, shit.

The door shuts behind the men, and you are left alone, with one of the most notorious men in the city. Perhaps the world.

"What's going to happen to him?" You find yourself asking, to fill the silence and also because you're genuinely curious.

He looks at you in confusion, as if the answer is the most obvious thing. "He dies, of course."

You swallow, a picture of forced composure. "Of course."

He rolls his eyes. "Sure, not here on the Continental and all that nonsense. But it does not matter. He dies anyway."

He dies. He says that so easily, like a life means nothing. It probably means nothing to him. Your father would probably have only been another life to spend, just another one in the roster, in his eyes.

"I hope you aren't busy," he says, walking to the other room.

"What did you have in mind?" Why can't he just send me away already?

"We shall dine together. I could use the company."

You grumble under your breath, "So much for being a shadow."

"Pardon?" He asks, just before reaching the archway to the dining room.

"I said, it would be my pleasure."

"Hmm."

Two can play at this game, Marquis.

My HotD series works are not going to be discontinued. The next part to fire like yours will be up next, but don't hold me to it 🖤😉

More Marquis, just as it should be.

And even more to come - taglist open!

[oikadori]

LEAVING THEIR MIC AND CAMERA ON WHILE BEING SOFT WITH THEIR S/O

 can you do a post where like the zoom call in which they accidentally have their camera on, they accidentally have their mic on while they’re being soft with their s/o with akaashi, suna, and daichi 🥺🥺

A/N: Thanks for requesting, I tried to do something a little different with this one. I couldn’t decide whether to make a headcanon or  an scenario. Hope you like it! Thanks for reading ♡ ♡ ♡

Pairings: Akaashi x f!Reader, Suna x f!Reader, Daichi x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

WC~1028

“I’ll be back in a few minutes”

“Where are you going??”

“Tsk, you won’t die without Akaashi for ten minutes, will you?” You grin as you see Bokuto’s hair falling down when Konoha gives a sympathetic look at Akaashi.

Akaashi nods as he presses some buttons on the Keyboard before turning around, his tired look softens when he sees your figure standing in the door frame.

“Y/N” his voice ghosts as you handle him a plate with boiled rapeseed plants, which you managed to make in record time.

“It won’t be as good as the one from the store you like but…you looked really tired” his mouth curves up slightly at the sight of the food, “and I wanted to surprise you”

“You didn’t have to…”

“Just-let me take care of you for once” you huff, sitting on his lap, placing your legs sideways. Akaashi lets his head fall on the crook of your neck as his nose brushes your skin playfully, making you giggle

“Open”

Akaashi obediently follows your command as you place a bite on his mouth, making him hum in response. You smile when his arms squeeze you as he leans closer to you. “Thank you, Y/N…I lo-“

His jaw falls open. Feeling his shoulders tensing up, you cock an eyebrow at him in confusion.

“Keiji, what happened?”

“It seems… I didn’t turn the camera off”

You feel your heartbeat drop at the sight of all the third years laughing, no sound coming out until Akaashi’s hand reaches the keyboard, a scared look snaps on his face, fearing about what might come out of his laptop.

“Boohoo you lovebirds go get a room!”

“Well, they already are-”

“I want a cute girlfriend that makes food for me too!!”

“W-Wait Akaa-” You blink at how fast he closes the computer,  making his teammates disappear. You feel a giggle tickling your throat when you notice the blush on his ears.

“I'm never leaving this open again” He mumbles, hugging you tightly before reaching your hand to kiss it, “How embarrassed, I’m so sorry”

“You looked really cute all flustered like that, tho!”

“Y/N, I love you…but stop, please”

“I’m gonna take a nap, care to join me?”

Suna’s lazy gaze glimmers at your offer, making him fully turn his head at you.

“Why torturing me, like this?” he whines as he forces himself to return to his previous position, watching the screen as his captain scolded the twins ”Later, beautiful”.

Your shoulders fall disappointed at his response, rubbing your eyes, you climb on his bed, curling yourself up between the blankets.

“Knock it off you two, we are helping you study!”

Suna can’t refrain the long yawn that comes out, as he blinks a few times still looking at the screen. He turns his head to the back, catching your figure laying comfortably on his bed. The urge to lay with you becoming unbearable.

“Guys, there is…something really important I have to do”

“It’s okay, Suna, see you tomorrow morning!” He clicks carelessly the keyboard, his eyes fixed on you.

Suna moves quickly towards the bed before collapsing over you, his limbs covering your body, trapping you. His chest lays against your back as he presses one side of his face against yours, feeling the air in your lungs escaping you huff with a sideways smile.

“Rintarou…I can’t breathe”

“You’re the one who offered me this, remember?”

“I don’t remember offering me as your pillow”

“Too bad then” He removes the blankets before pulling it over the two of you, his arms lock your waist as he kiss lightly your cheek, closing his eyes when he feels the smile on your lips.

“ ‘Something important to do’, no shit, Suna!”

You snap your sleepy eyes at Atsmu’s voice, still processing the situation.

“The camera…” you whisper

“Hmmm”

“I don’t want them to see us, Rin” his eyes remain closed as you pout, frowning, you try to remove his arms.

Suna tightens his grip on your waist before flipping you to the other side, making only his back visible for the camera. His eyes open slightly, and you catch a tiny smile on his lips as he squishes your cheeks.

“Problem solved, beautiful. Can we sleep now?”

“Daichi”

He turns his attention away from his laptop, a concerned look takes over his features at the way you frown looking at his phone.

“Uhm, you’ve got a text from Suga and…the first years are fighting with the basketball team over the gym”

Daichi’s eyes go blank and you swear you saw his soul leaving for a second. He stands, taking heavy steps in your direction.

“They what?” he takes his phone from your hands, closing his eyes, he  feels irritation building up in his stomach, “They are making me crazy”

“Daichi Sawamura” his eyes open when your hands cup his cheeks, “I’m the only one supposed to do that” Daichi’s cheeks flush, letting out an airy laugh at the pout on you face.

“Don’t be jealous, princess” Daichi pockets his phone before placing his hands on your hips, you giggle as he pinches your sides softly. The irritation fades away when he feels your hands tracing the muscles of his back. He stares at your lips before leaning in, giving you a soft kiss.

A whistle makes the two of you break their contact abruptly. You see Daichi’s soul for the second time in the day, as he turns to the computer to see a mix of blushed and embarrassed faces.

“Sawamura! We can see you!” Michimiya screams with her face covered by her hands, you feel your cheeks heating up as you move away from Daichi, “I’ve been trying to tell you that for the last five minutes”

“Sorry!” Daichi yells as he bows at the screen, you copy him, bowing too. You share a brief look before looking away shyly, fighting the blush that was taking over your cheeks, you bow at him and then at the screen again before rushing away.

“How didn’t you hear us, Sawamura?”

Daichi sighs ,defeated. He looks at the human-shaped blanket on the couch, feeling his lips curving up instinctively as he pictures the blushed face you are desperately trying to hide under the covers.

“I was…really distracted, sorry again!”

Sorry for taking so long, but I have a pretty important oral exam this week and I’ve been feeling kind of insecure with...well everything I do HAHAHAAH 

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Thanks for reading! ♡

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[emsvegetables]

“hi jahsjshsjs can i req akaashi, semi, kageyama and oikawa having scratch marks on their backs from their s/o 😳”

OMG OFC WOORFIFIFJ

Akaashi:

* “AKAAAAAAAAAASHIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!”

* what was up with Bokuto???? what could even happen to him while they were changing in the locker rooms?

* “yo, Akaashi, i didn’t know you were like that,” Konoha’s shooting him a sly grin.

* “didn’t know i was like what?”

* HES SO CLUELESS LMAOOOO

* Komi’s shooting him a wink as he pats him on the back.

* then it clicks.

* OH NO.

* Bokuto’s raising up a hand for him to high-five.

* Akaashi doesn’t even know how to react. he knows he’ll never hear the end of it.

* when he returns Bokuto’s high-five, he’s quickly pulling on a tee-shirt and trying his best to fight the blush that he’s sure is showing on his cheeks.

* literally everyone in the locker room claps for Akaashi.

* They thought he was a big subby LOL

* when the team comes out of the locker rooms, with some of them still winking and patting Akaashi on the shoulders, they catch sight of you talking to Yukie and Kaori by the benches.

* “(Y/N)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

* Bokuto’s running towards you and staring concernedly at you.

* “are you okay?”

* ?????? what.

* “(Y/N), i think he’s checking whether you feel alright, after your...rough time last night,” Konoha has this super wide smile on his face and Akaashi’s trying to look at anywhere but you.

* RJRIITIFIFIFIRJR.

* LOL THE WALK HOME WITH AKAASHI IS SO SILENT BC HES SO MORTIFIED BY THAT DAY’S EVENTS.

* “Keiji are you alright?”

* when his eyes meet yours, his face blooms into the reddest shade of red you’ve ever seen.

* he starts to choke for some reason HAHAHAH

* “Keiji!????”

* he’s never changing with his back facing the team ever again.

* BUT THAT DOESNT WORK WHEN ONE DAY THE TEAM STARTS SCREAMING WHEN THEY SEE HICKEYS LITTERING DOWN HIS CHEST HAHAHAAH

Semi:

* this man IS ROUGH IN BED.

* not even kidding. this man??? rough.

* anyway.

* he knows that the both of you had a rough night that day before when you walk into the gym furrowing your brows as you try to sit on the bench.

* he smiles a little. ;)

* but he doesn’t remember the scratch marks that you LEFT on his back.

* so after practice, he’s trying his best to change out quick so he can walk you home.

* but then.

* HE HEARS TENDOU’S LOW WHISTLE.

* AND HE HEARS

* Reon’s very SHARP gasp.

* then he’s like ?????

* “what?”

* then Ushijima clears his throat and says,” you have a little...something on your back.”

* BLESS USHIJIMA’S CUTE HEART.

* then he looks at the mirror that’s in Shiratorizawa‘s locker room bc that’s a fancy ass school, and it hits him.

* OH.

* ohhhh

* “oh. well.”

* “OH? WELL?” Reon is asking, and Semi notices a very, very red face by his side and it belongs to Goshiki!!!!!

* “it’s alright, i’m fine,” he says to Goshiki.

* “NO WE’RE WONDERING IF (Y/N) IS FINE?”

* Tendou’s eyes are BUGGING OUT of his head.

* bc who knew Semi was FREAKY????

* anyway Shirabu looks kind of impressed, and he quietly bows at his senior when Semi glances over at him.

* tbh Semi finds it FUNNY AHAHAHAH

* but he just casually pulls on a shirt and slings his bag over his shoulder and smiles at the team who’s still staring at him with stunned silence.

* “see y’all at practice tomorrow!”

* AND WHEN HE LEAVES??

* everyone is scrambling to change out of their shirt to follow after Semi bc they NEED answers.

* Semi walks to you with a really smug smile that you’re suspicious of, but when you stand up to press a kiss to him you wince at the pain and he smiles even wider.

* “what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

* EKFIFIFI HE KNOWS WHAT HE DID.

* “(Y/N)!!!!!!!!!! ARE YOU OKAY?????”

* Tendou’s running out with the rest of the team to ask you that LMAOOOOOOO

Kageyama:

* he doesn’t even know he went rough yesterday night.

* but then he hears a SCANDALISED gasp from Daichi when he’s changing out in the club room after practice one day.

* “YOOOOO KAGEYAMA GOT SOME!!!!!!!”

* it’s Nishinoya and Tanaka looking SUPER IMPRESSED.

* Kageyama is very confused, because how did they know???

* then Hinata walks in to the club room after helping Yachi to stow away the balls and then he’s looking very confused.

* “hey, Kageyama, where did all those scratches come from?”

* S-SCRATCHES???

* oh you left that on him last night??

* “oh. it was from (Y/N).”

* he just states it so truthfully that Daichi looks even more scandalised and Yamaguchi starts to blush and Tsukishima just stares.

* “(Y/N)? when did she scratch your back? why did you let her?”

* HAHAAH HINATA’S SWEET MIND.

* “i had s—“

* “HINATAAAAA!!!! COME HELP ME WITH SOMETHING!!!!!” Sugawara is singing and waving Hinata over before Kageyama RUINS his innocence.

* Daichi has been stunned into silence honestly.

* “so why did you let (Y/N) scratch your back?”

* Hinata’s so curious on how that happened and he asks that again while Sugawara changes into his clothes, and has no time to intercept.

* “i had sex with (Y/N) last night.”

* then Hinata starts to blush.

* and Tsukishima SNORTS and laughs bc HAH!!!!!

* but Hinata is very confused.

* “but why would she scratch your back during sex?”

* “OKAY Kageyama put on your shirt, Hinata change into yours,” Ennoshita, our second mama, steps in to change the topic before Hinata gets even more ruined.

* but they cannot stop Hinata when he bounces up to you the next day in the halls while you’re talking to your friend, and asks you why you scratched Kageyama’s back during sex.

* your friend IS SO STUNNED FOFKVKVKFK

Oikawa:

* he isn’t a top.

* he’s more of a switch??? with sub tendencies in my opinion AHAHAH

* SO he’ll probably get the scratches while he’s power-bottoming you.

* and he KNOWS that he’s got scratches, especially when his back stings during practice!!!!!

* so he’s happily removing his clothes in the locker room, and he’s having the small smirk on his face when he hears the locker room fall silent.

* “okay, what the fuck, trashykawa?”

* LMAOO POOR IWAIZUMI.

* “yo. i did not expect you to be rough,” Mattsun says, and Makki has a very shocked look on his face.

* YAHABA’S SO JEALOUS LMAOOO

* Kyoutani has a mildly impressed look on his face AHAHAHAHA

* not even lying, everyone is so shocked at the scratches.

* Oikawa doesn’t even bother to hide them and struts around the locker room to ask for deodorant!!!

* at which Iwaizumi slaps his back and throws him one.

* okay his back HIGHKEY hurts now.

* but he’s really proud!!!! so he’s going to still smirk and say,” jealous, Iwa-chan?”

* WRKFIFIDK HE BETTER RUN

* anyway when the Seijoh third years come out of the locker room and spot you smiling and waving at them, Makki comes up to you and asks you if you’re alright.

* “why?” you say, because you’re so confused AHAHAHAH

* “obviously Oikawa had a...cat scratch him last night,” Mattsun will say with a smirk.

* WIEIFIFIIFFICIFKFKEEKW

* YOU NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT TIRIFICIC

hi anon!!! hope you liked this <3!!!

[maggstar]

HERE FOR BEANIE FINALLY and girl hahahaah the scene we talked about hdfjaskdhjask

The revelation took Heeseung by surprise, his jaw lowering at the fine lady.

a fucking #loserloversimp

He nodded, trying to suppress his heart straining to burst out. 

THE WAY HE IS YN'S BIGGEST SIMP HJDFSAKDHJASHKA NERD

Chaewon teasing Hee by taking him along for the tour. WE STAN CHAEWON!! Me hollering and being chaewon's personal cheerleader TBH

He couldn’t help but wonder why you were looking at him with so much lust.

the way this boy KNOWS he wanted to be looked at this way anyway!!!!

He would have never imagined losing his V-card in the school’s music room on a damn piano.

WHEEZING WHAT THE FUCK DHSAJKDHASHAHAAH THE WAY HE'S EVEN THINKING THIS!! MAGGIE HAHAHAHAHHAHA

You turned back to encounter his figure standing outside and delivered him a big beam on your face while signaling him to calll you later.

the way i can see him be all giddy AND act like oof i can handle her now because im a big boy hdajdhjsahdsahsda

MAGGIE this was so good! always full of surprises EVEN THOUGH WE LEGIT TALKED ABOUT IT. like i knew what was coming and yet this still surprised me ahhaahha

When I say I want fb, this is what I mean lol, perfection. Thank you sm hehe ^^

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behind the curtains. [ mike wheeler ]

summary: mike, who works behind the curtains, is attracted to reader, who is an actor in a play.

warnings: my crappy writing and my lack of knowledge in theatre and romeo and juliet huhu

word count: 1,703

author’s note: inspired by my experiences with my ex guy crush during our plays HAHAHAHAHAH. i’m so sorry that this sucks! i haven’t written anything for the past month soo my writing is a bit rusty heheeh. also, this takes place before s1, but they’re aged up a bit to s2 (if that makes sense lmao). i’m so sorry that ms. evans is so dramatic HAHAHAAH andd this is set in mike’s pov and soft!mike x reader hehehehe

(y/h/c) - your hair color

(y/l/n) - your last name

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“bravo, (y/n). bravo!” our teacher, ms. evans stands up as she cheers for the (y/h/c) headed girl bowing on stage with the spotlight shining on her. the claps of ms. evans echoes throughout the theater.

i sigh and smile while i focus my gaze on her. i can’t help, but look at her in awe.

she’s so talented. not to mention, beautiful.

like any other school in the state, our school is holding a play. the usual and classic play of romeo and juliet.

i, of course, didn’t audition for a role because i’d rather be behind the scenes than be acting in front of people. she, of course, auditioned for the role of juliet and got the part.

(y/n) (y/l/n).

the best of the best in theatre. the best actress in our grade. the most sweetest and most talented of us all.

the girl of my dreams.

she has been in every single school play and she got the lead part in all of them.

most of the guys in our class wants to date her and has a crush on her. unluckily, i’m one of those guys.

i snap out of my trance when i feel someone poking my side. “earth to mike? are you there?” i hear will ask. i shook my head and look at him with a confused expression. “huh? what was that?”

“i asked if we press this button when—“ before will finishes, lucas and dustin interrupt him. “don’t bother, will. he’s too busy looking at (y/n),” says lucas.

“i am not!” not a second later, my eyes go back to (y/n), who was reciting her lines out loud on stage.

“told you.” i feel my cheeks flush as lucas smirks at me. dustin wraps his arm around will’s shoulders and says, “will, buddy, don’t bother talking to mike whenever (y/n) is in the room.” i roll my eyes as they start to walk away from me, leaving me alone to operate the lights and sounds.

i hear ms. evans clap her hands, getting all of the class’ attention. “that’s all for today, class. you are dismissed.”

as soon as ms. evans says those words, everyone leaves the theater one by one.

as i fix my things and fix the lighting and sounds, i hear the voice of lucas calling my name. i turn to the direction of his voice and see him with dustin and will . “we’ll go ahead. see you later for a game of d&d?” i nod my head and wave goodbye at them. they wave back before exiting the room.

i wait for another minute before everyone leaves the theater. i make sure that no one else is around before i take out my copy of the script for the play.

my hand flips over the pages until i spot the neon color of my highlighter. i take a deep breath until i start reciting the highlightened lines.

“she speaks:

o, speak again, bright angel! for thou art

as glorious to this night, being o'er my head

as is a winged messenger of heaven

unto the white-upturned wondering eyes

of mortals that fall back to gaze on him

when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds

and sails upon the—“

“wow! you’re really good!”

i shriek and jump back in shock at the sound of the feminine voice. i turn around and see (y/n) with an impressed expression on her face.

i try my best to hide the script in my hands and act like i just wasn’t practicing the role of romeo.

“why didn’t you audition for the romeo? you’re really good, you know!”

“i-i … “ i stutter, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly and feeling my cheeks burn red.

“oh, where are my manners? i’m (y/n), by the way!” she then holds out her hand and offers me a bright smile.

“i-i know.” i chuckle. “i’m mike wheeler and i’m also in the play.”

she retracks her hand and chuckles. “is that so? what role do you play?”

when she said that, i felt my heart break. she hasn’t noticed me until now?

i let out a nervous chuckle and say, “actually, i’m more of a ‘behind the scenes’ guy. i work the lights and the sounds with my friends.”

“oh?” she raises an eyebrow at me. “but you’re so good!” i smile at her and mutter a ‘thanks’, feeling my cheeks burn redder.

the sound of a beep then interrupts our conversation. (y/n) checks her wrist watch and sighs sadly when she sees the time.

“oh, i better get going,” she says. she turns and walks toward the exit. “hey. keep on practicing, romeo.” she chuckles when she sees my flustered state and waves goodbye before leaving me with the empty theater.

——-

“so, this light should be in scene 39.”

i turn the lights into a dark shade of red and dim the stage as will nods and writes it down on his small notepad. dustin is checking the wirings of the lights while lucas is checking the sound effects.

i glance at the side of the stage and instantly spot (y/n) memorizing her lines. her eyebrows are furrowed and her eyes are closed as her mouth opens to recite her lines.

the sound of a phone going off interrupts my thoughts and everyone shifts their attention to the ring. ms. evans fishes her phone out of her pocket and holds up her index finger in the air. “one minute, class. one minute,” she says and exits the theater as she answers the phone call.

when ms. evans is gone, everyone abandons their work and mingles with their friends for the remaining time.

as i was laughing at something dustin said, i feel someone lightly tap my shoulder. i turn around and come face to face with a smiling (y/n).

“hey mike!” she greets and i smile back at her. “h-hey (y/n).”

i could hear the ‘ooh’s and laughs of the party behind me and i turn around quickly and hit them to try to shut them up, but they continue to tease me.

i roll my eyes as i face back at (y/n). “don’t mind them. they’re idiots.” she laughs and shakes her head. “no worries. they seem to be enjoying themselves.”

i look back at the three and see them nudging each other whilst giggling like school girls at (y/n) and i.

i sigh hopelessly and focus back my attention to her. “so, have you been practicing your lines, romeo?” she asks, a cheeky grin on her face.

“actually, i—“

before i get to continue what i was saying, a frantic ms. evans bursts through the door, sweat dripping down her face as she pants.

“this is terrible!” she begins to pace back and forth as students start to crowd around her, asking questions.

(y/n) and i look at each other with confused expressions. “i wonder what’s going on.”

i shrug and we approach the stressed and panicked ms. evans with curiosity. we push pass the others to get in front to see ms. evans mumbling to herself and thinking very hard.

“ms. evans? what’s going on?” (y/n) asks. the middle aged teacher turns her attention towards the girl beside me and immediately hugs her. “oh, i’m terribly sorry, dear (y/n), but we have to cancel the play.”

gasps and whispers start to spread among the others and (y/n) looks at ms. evans in shock and disbelief.

“what? why, ms. evans?”

“you do notice that our romeo, noah has been absent for a few days now, right?” she nods. “well, his parents just called to say that he couldn’t be in the play because he has chicken pox.” ms. evans cries into (y/n)’s shoulder.

“this is hopeless!” (y/n) awkwardly pats the back of ms. evans until her eyes find mine.

her eyes suddenly sparkled in excitement and a smile starts to form on her lips.

“ms. evans, what if we just find another romeo?”

i felt my blood run cold and the hair on the back of my neck stand when she said that.

“another romeo?” ms. evans looks at (y/n) with interest and confusion. “who do you have in mind?”

‘no!’ i mouth repeatedly to (y/n) whilst shaking my head and making an ‘x’ with my arms, but the smile on her face only grew when she points to me.

“mike wheeler.”

everyone looks at me, confusingly. “mike? you can act?” i hear dustin ask and i shrug with reddened cheeks, feeling everyone’s stare at me.

ms. evans looks at me up and down before saying, “well, if (y/n) says that he’s the new romeo, he’s the new romeo.”

“wait, what?!”

“okay, class dismissed.”

the others sigh and walk away from the crowd, except (y/n) who cheers for me, alongside the party who are nudging me and teasing me.

“we’ll start practicing tomorrow, mike,” ms. evans says and walks away, but i run up to her and ask, “wait, don’t i get to audition or something? anything?!”

“i trust (y/n)’s opinion and if she thinks that you are capable of playing the part of romeo, then you’re romeo.”

“but i—“

before i could say anything else, ms. evans walks away and leaves the theatre.

i hear someone call for me from behind and i turn around to see the party, smiling cheekily at me.

dustin comes up to me and wraps his arm around my shoulder. “congrats on being the new romeo, man!”

“yeah, you can now finally spend some time with your crush.” lucas teases, wiggling his eyebrows.

“and don’t forget, you’re going to kiss her on stage.” they start to laugh and i roll my eyes and unwrap dustin’s arm around my shoulder harshly. i start walk away from them and they yell a ‘goodbye’ and a ‘see you later for d&d’ before i hear their footsteps followed by the sound of the door closing.

i feel a light tap on my shoulder and i turn around to see no one other than (y/n), herself.

“hey, i’m sorry if i ratted you out,” she apologizes, looking at the ground with guilt for a second before she looks back up at me with eyes full of hope. “but i think that your talent isn’t only limited to lights and sound, but also to acting.”

she smiles before saying, “i believe that you have great potential and i believe in you.”

my heart flutters inside my chest and i couldn’t help but smile at her.

“thanks.”

“see you tomorrow, mike.” she waves goodbye at me and i do the same before she leaves the room.

when she’s gone, i drop my hand to my side and sigh.

well, here comes romeo, i guess.

MASTERLIST

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Gates of Glory, part 20

previous part

Peace was unnatural. At least it was to me. Thor had gone, to seek answers. Answers he could never find. The infinity stones. The things that wanted to collect them. Where can one start if the things lay far beyond what we imagined the universe to be?

We grew up believing that we knew and ruled the universe. The nine realms. That there were creatures outside this… bubble – it seemed impossible. Why did Odin not conquer them? Did he know about their strength? If he did, why did he not ever mention them, even after the infinity stones started to reappear?

"You look worried."

Y/N looked at Loki. It was one of the few moments they could talk without him being the Allfather.

"I am", Y/N replied flatly and looked at the horizon, "I do not believe that this is peace of a long duration."

"What do you fear? Thor returning? He will not-"

"I do not fear your brother", Y/N interrupted and looked at the man behind her, "he may be the godly equivalent of a rock, but he is not evil. You can argue – you can reason with him."

"Then what is it?", Loki's grin was washed of his face as he raised an eyebrow.

"There are six infinity stones. Just six. And four of them – The Tesseract, the Sceptre, the Aether and the Eye of Agamotto have appeared either on Midgard or on Asgard. What are the odds? They have not shown up in millennia – apart from the Tesseract. That necklace has been inactive for centuries", Y/N carefully watched Loki's expression that turned to stone, to a mask in front of her.

"You believe someone is after them?"

Y/N laughed dryly: "Believe is such a weak word. Come on."

He just looked at her without saying a 'smart' remark.

Y/N sat on the windowsill and sighted. Then she said: "I have no idea what they did to you when they had you. And I am not ever going to ask you to tell me. But I do know one thing. You are strong. The power that they hold – without all the stones – is a force we have not ever encountered before. I doubt Odin knows about this. The gauntlet Odin keeps in his volt cannot be the true one. It has the stones in it already. But we know that they are not in our possession. The tales about this weapon of infinite power – they must be more than a tale. The question is: Is there a real one? And if so, is it in the possession of the one that wishes to collect the stones?"

Loki shook his head and pressed his lips together: "If Odin does not know, it could not have happened. He almost killed himself by hanging from Yggdrasil's branches to gain the knowledge of the nine realms."

"That is", Y/N jumped from the windowsill, "exactly what I believe. There are more than the nine realms. There must be. Where else did the guys that controlled you come from? Certainly, they would not have been able to avert our watch – Heimdall's eyes, for millennia. They are not necessarily… inconspicuous."

"So", his voice was filled with tension, "What's your grand scheme?"

"First of all", Y/N replied dryly and looked him in the eye, "You must overcome your… issues with Thor. Yes, he was the favourite child, yes, he was a reckless fool and unfit to be king, that's all correct." She paused for a second, then added, "But he is your brother. Adopted, I do not care. But if I am right, and those creatures are from outside the nine realms, it is not about Vanaheim, Asgard or Jotunheim, it is not about Laufey or Odin. Not about Thor or you. You belong to Asgard, so do I." She took his hand: "We both swore that oath, to protect Asgard and to protect the nine realms. And if we want to fight an enemy of foreign nature, we cannot allow our own people, our own rows to lay in disarray. We must stand united if we want to stand a chance."

His eyes wandered through the room, into the empty space surrounding them. Y/N watched his expression carefully as she let go of his hand.

"It is not just about Thor", Loki finally spoke, "It never was." His voice was surprisingly calm, but there was a hollowness within it that Y/N barely recognised. His eyes came back to her as he added: "What is a being that grew up, was shaped by nothing but lies? Beautiful deceptions and illusions?"

Y/N bit her lower lip and sighted quietly: "You are all the things you were told. All of them." She paused, but quickly added: "You are not of Asgardian descend. Not an Asgardian god. You are a frost giant. Laufeyson. The rightful king of Jotunheim. But you are also Odinson, son of Frigga and Odin. You share none of their DNA but look at your skills, the way you talk. You do resemble them. You are of Asgard, but you do not hold Asgardian blood."

"You make it sound so easy", he spoke quietly.

"Because it does not matter. Not to me. Even if you were Asgardian, I'm not. Not really. And that never mattered, either", Y/N reached in her pocket, "Take this."

She handed him a small, insignificantly looking dagger. He raised an eyebrow, but before Loki was able to say anything, she added: "It looks useless. It is not. There are powerful runes engraved that only few people know. They are from Vanaheim, only our best magicians knew their meanings. It is a spell – a trick, actually."

Loki touched the almost invisible runes on the shaft of the dagger and Y/N went on to say: "In case you were to be attacked, this is your one-way ticket out. You cannot help anyone but yourself on the battlefield with this. It transvers the owner to a place in Vanaheim. A place I can access."

"And get me out?"

"That would be the plan. Meaning: We cannot fight together. That would hold the risk of you being stuck there. I will try to gather all the forces, knowledge, anything I can get from the nine realms to make sure that our army is as ready as it possibly can be. And that's where you come in", Y/N looked at him sternly: "Make Thor king. We need a leader that can unite the army. And Odin is not undisputed anymore. We cannot risk that. Furthermore, I am positive Thor will – sooner or later – accept your council."

For several seconds, Loki said nothing. His eyes looked at the sky outside. Y/N prayed that he could swallow his pride this one time.

"Fine. However, regarding Thor: I will do as you wish, but let me do it my way. I do not want him to know about you. You harvest all the strength you can find in the nine realms, I will do the rest. He must believe that this was all my scheme and my scheme alone. Until the alien armies appear, at least. Because it that does not happen that way, he might want you dead, too", Loki said and Y/N only nodded.

"Fine."

.......................................................

It was a strange night. Full of insecurity, of anxiety. But of determination and passion, too. It was the only way. Both of them knew that. These monsters had to be stopped, come hell or high water.

"I will go now", Y/N said quietly. Loki looked like he thought about kissing her goodbye, but she brushed it off: "Please, do not." She almost laughed: "In my village, a kiss like that was a kiss of death. Before you died because of treason or crime. We will once this fight is truly done."

"That day may never come", he said – in all seriousness, for once.

"Do not die. And I promise, I will not, too. I have to admit though, my record is cleaner than yours – I have not ever died before", Y/N said with a smile.

"Well", Loki grinned, "You are not the god of mischief, are you?"

"Good luck", Y/N said and her smile faded, "You will need it."

I am sooooo sorry this took MONTHS!!! Finished school, got into uni, in the process of moving to another Country to do so hahahaah life is great. Feedback is always LOVED

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hi! im a huge fan of your long haul fic and i remember you saying you had a few deleted scenes you could post if asked? Could you? Your writing is my favourite! lots of love

awww thanks anon

oh and its ambiguously 1859 fanservicey ish hahahha.imo dealing with a drunk person is very not sexy but i know the shipper mindset HAHAHAAH 

its about 3k words long so pls click the readmore to get all of it! if its less than 3k and you dont see the readmore you might need to view the post on my blog

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“Goodevening Gale!”

FUCK gokudera shot out of his chair SCRAMBLEAGAIN Hibari’s going to kill him

Hibari looks up from the floor and dragshimself two steps to the sofa and stretches out there.

Well, looks like gokudera’s just given him afree pass to the sofa then. Shit next thing you know gokudera’ll be sleeping inthe bathtub.

“Hello!” she says and she breezes in as soonas gokudera opened the door.

“Hi Ma’am, Angel, uh, Kaoru’s sleeping.”

“Oh whoops, sorry,” she said, and she creptover to check. “Wow, he looks super young like this!”

Was hibari actually sleeping haha no waydumb question.

“Hey Gale hon, what’s this?” thelandlord asked, picking up the photo of the Costeggiarefamily member bastard son they’d been having trouble looking for since thebombing

Dropped on the floor, the picture ofDario/duilio which hibari kept in his pocket.

Shit shit shit, cover story quick.

“Well, right now we’re looking for thatguy. Hoping to interview him. You know him from somewhere?“ 

“Oh yeah, hon. He’s a regular at mywork for two months now, sometimes comes on too strong to the staff or othercustomers, but he spends big, so,” she shrugged. “What can Ido?”

The door opened and Hibari dropped his keyson the table before turning to lock the door. “Kaoru,” Gokuderacalled. The dark haired man looked up from where he was taking off his outdoorshoes.

Hibari opened an eye. When it was convenientfor him huh, bastard.

“Where,” he asked, sitting up.

“good morning Kaoru,” she says. He eyes herfunny, then dips his head.

“Angel found our mark,” headded in Japanese.

“Who?” Hibari asked. Gokuderawaved the photo of the Costeggiare familymember. “Not that,” Hibari said. Gokudera rolled his eyes. Why was heunsurprised by Hibari not bothering to remember who Angel was when she’d beenwaltzing in and out ever since they started the mission? “Thelandlady.”

“I see,” Hibari answered,setting the shopping on the kitchen counter and walking over to the table. Hemet the landlady’s eyes.

“Boungiourno,”he greeted stiffly before turning back to Gokudera. “Where.” Herepeated.

“He is a regular at herworkplace,” Gokudera said, passing Hibari the photo.

“you can speak Italian just fine why don’tyou ask her”

“people say a lot when they think you don’tunderstand them,” hibari answered irritably. “Where.”

“Say Angel, you never said exactly where youwork.”

“Well, it’s not an uppity sort of place.” She bites her painted lip. “aw hell with it.It’s a dance place. We have girls dance on tabletops if you know what I mean.”

“ah,” gokudera says. “should be fun. For meat least.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” thelandlady said, pointing at Hibari. “That guy in the photo? He’s a regularof one of our girls, and she looks a lot like you. You know, exotic, pale, darkhair, dark eyes,” she added helpfully. Hibari looked at Gokudera.

“You should really stop pretendingthat you don’t understand Italian,” there’s no way im actually goingto translate for you, Gokudera said dryly. Hibari smirked.

“If that’s true, then I’ll bite him todeath,” Hibari said, eyes sparking with anticipation, completely ignoringGokudera’s input. It looked like his weeks of boredom were over, and he didn’teven have to resort to visiting the Chiavarone house.

“If it helps, he stops by to watch Kikievery Friday night– Kiki’s that dancer Kaoru-san looks like– and he alwayssits in booth twelve. She comes on at eight, so if you boys get there a bitearlier, you could get yourselves a seat nearby.”

Hibari stands gracefully, one fluid motionand is already walking to the kitchen.

“Ask the landlord if he wantstea.” He says, businesslike.

“That’s nice of you,” gokudera says,trying and failing to keep his incredulous tone out of his voice.

"If you don’t tip informants, you won’thave informants.” Hibari said, and he put the kettle on.

Gokudera sighed. Of course Hibari would beso mercenary. "He wants to know if you would like tea.“ He tellsAngel and he laughs

"Oh, so all I had to do to getKaoru-san to open up was to invite him to the club? "Sure, I’d lovetea.”“ she laughed. And gokudera winced laughed along. A club is thelast place hibari would want to be. He is crossing his fingers that that nightwont be a disaster.

"And I think I’ll need another coffee,I need to run more background.” Gokudera calls to him

“Milk?”

Wow that’s amazing.

“No thanks, it’s two already.”

“Oh, and no offense if you alreadyknow this, but just tell Kaoru-san, because he doesn’t look like he’s ever beento a club in his life. STRIP CLUB ETTIQUETTE

Alright boys, now the real reason I’m here,

Right, gokudera pulls her money from hiswallet, exact amount, and she drinks her tea. Hibari doesn’t even comment onthe lipstick stain.

Well, see you boys [tonight] then! She saysand leaves. Clack clack lack of her boots on the way to the lift. Gokudera andhibari and chiavarone are the only weirdos who take the stairs.

Gokudera drinks his coffee and marvels athis luck.

Hibari washes the cups.

"Not bad, miser,” Hibari saidbefore he disappeared into the room, and the clack of plastic on wood meantthat he had gotten his laptop out.

Good morning Tenth. It’s a day of goddamnmiracles. –59

Heh. Good to hear, Gokudera-kun—27 

===/\===

The good streak of course couldn’t last.

“We need to come off as young, cockyfirst floor trash so he won’t take us too seriously, got it?”

“Yes,” Hibari said, and Gokuderacould hear the eye rolling in his voice. at least he was still replying? Butnow gokudera wasn’t sure if hibari would LISTEN and what’s the use of aconfirmation that might not actaly be what he means.

“I’m serious,” Gokudera said, using everyounce of self-control to not snap at him. “I want us to look so young that weget carded.”

There we go. Hibari’s stopped answering.

Gokudera wore an amalgamation of his clothesfrom his high school days and his current wardrobe. The button down was Galeand the three belts and the graphic tee were all teenage-Gokudera.

Hibari wore a full suit, crisp black overdeep purple and perfectly tailored. Gokudera was this close to introducing hisown face to the coffeetable.

“Are you really going to a club dressedlike that?” Gokudera asked incredulously. 

… Yes “This is how I normallydress,” Hibari answered, frowning. 

You know what kind of club this is?

… a looooong pause.

“Well, there’s your problem,”Gokudera said under his breath. “Why don’t you just break out your shinycredit cards and get yourself a clubbing outfit?”

Hibari observed him for a moment. “Idon’t want to,” he answered simply. 

Coffeetable was too far. Gokudera put hisdespairing head into his hand.

“Dammit, just change, I don’t want towalk into any club if you’re wearing that,” Gokudera sighed, running onehand through his hair. Hibari raised an eyebrow as if he truly believed that asuit was the perfect attire to go to a strip club in while undercover.

“Change to what.”

Oh dear lord all the talk about dressingHibari up was going to become a real thing. Maybe he could shoot himself andget this over with.

“Alright, I’ll see if I can work a miraclewith your closet,“ Gokudera sighed, walking over to the window side of theroom and opening the bedside drawer. A quick rummage proved that yes,everything was office shirts and black suit wear. So Hibari wearing the purpleshirt with the suit was his idea of interesting. Gokudera closed the drawer.

"Looks like you don’t have much ofchoice,” Gokudera said, looking over Hibari’s outfit once more.

Lose the jacket and tie,“ he directed,but Hibari’s eyes just narrowed in defiance.

"Work with me here, damn you,”Gokudera cursed, walking over to the other bedside drawer and pulling out a fewaccessories of his own. Looking at Hibari then at the items he’d laid out, hepicked a fang on a black leather strip and an accompanying leather wristband.

“This is stupid,” Hibari intoneddryly, unbuttoning his top button. His blazer and tie were draped over thechair, and his sleeves had been rolled up. Without the extra padding of hissuit, his slight build was obvious, barely changed from his middle school days.Still, with an aura that fierce, it was unlikely he’d have too much trouble.Besides, any story that involved Hibari getting picked on in a strip club wouldbound to be interesting to tell to the guys back in Japan. 

“One more button,” Gokudera toldhim, before turning to look for a suitable belt. “And wear those,” headded, waving absently at the pieces he laid out on the bed. “Andthis,” he added as he pulled out a belt. It had two teeth and metaleyelets in twos, with another strap hanging from it like half suspenders.

“That would be a liability,”Hibari critiqued as he fastened the wristband on his left wrist. 

“Just wear it and give the poor suckerswho try to make trouble with you a fighting chance,” Gokudera snickered,closing the drawer. Hibari scoffed quietly as he removed the belt he wascurrently wearing.

“A straightjacket would be moreappropriate,” Hibari said, threading Gokudera’s belt around his waist andcomfortably cinching it at the innermost set of eyelets. 

“Nice to know that the cloud guardianof Vongola is a humble man,” Gokudera remarked cynically.

Hibari bowed his head in humourous? Assent.

If you wear your boots we’re good to go. No,wait there a second.“ Gokudera stepped into the bathroom to grab some hairwax. He passed it to Hibari, who looked at it then gave Gokudera a deadpan lookas if to ask ‘and what do you expect me to do with this?’

"Style your hair a bit,” Gokuderatold him. At Hibari’s blank look, Gokudera decided that it wasn’t any goodexplaining. He grabbed the bottle and opened it, scooping out just a littlewith his fingers. “Now stay still and for the love of God, don’t goberserk on me, alright?”

Hibari flinched and glared as Gokudera’shands came up to his head, but otherwise took the fussing well.

Kind of punk looking. But hey, punk’s notdead right. Yeah.

“Hah, not bad,” Gokuderacongratulated himself. 

“Disgusting,” Hibari commented, ashe touched his hair lightly, the slightly sticky texture of the waxbrushing off on his fingers.

“boots. Boots, lets go.”

Angel worked in walking distance in the notso nice part of town. Hibari was more acquainted with the place than Gokuderaexpected. Two turns later and he slowed.

“C’mon it’s almost time.”

“What is this place?” Hibariasked, stopping in his tracks. From the neon lit street, booming music and theunmistakable noise of throngs of people emerged. Gokudera sighed, and turned.

“That’s Angel’s bar.” When Hibarimade no sign of recognition, Gokudera elaborated. “The landlord’sworkplace.”

“There’s a crowd,” Hibari stated,refusing to carry on walking. 

“Yes, it’s a Friday night, but this isalso work, so let’s go.”

“If I go anywhere near that place, it’sto bite everyone there to death,” Hibari said, mouth curling into a silentsnarl. 

“Well, suck it up. This is work.”

Hibari walked at a steady pace, cut throughthe crowd and Gokudera had to follow.

Second floor less so. They didn’t actuallyget carded. Gokudera was much disappoint.

Murderous aura and the nearest patronslooked nervous.

“Just be glad we’re in a booth.”

Kiki wasn’t on yet, but Bambi was. Or atleast that’s what she said her name was. Bambi was a sultry brunette withshoulder length hair and hazel eyes. Gold glitter painted stripes and spotsdown her back, arms and legs, highlighting the tan skin. 

“You just missed me, handsome,” she says toyou. you smile and wave.

“Next time then,” you say casually. You areso not good with women especially when they don’t have all their clothes on.You blame your sister.

“Hey, we booked this booth,” someone saysbehind you.

“Oh?” Hibari says and he’s spoiling for afight so hard that you level a warning glance at him instead of turning to seewho it was.

“Let the boys stay,” an amusedvoice. 

Goddamn, Dario himself. He looked IDK HOWDOES HE LOOK WHO ARE HIS GOONIES

Hibari’s grin was wicked.

“I’m Darren,” he lies smoothly. MIGHT WANTTO CHANGE HIS ALIAS.

“Kaoru,” Hibari said. 

“Is that your real name?”

Hibari gave the man a look. Whut you smokingbruh

He laughed. “Could I buy you adrink?”

“No need, I have a tab open.”

“I insist.”

“Then, if you must.”

Kiki was a petite woman, with raven hairspilling freely over her shoulders down to her waist. She didn’t look anything like Hibari, she was justAsian.

If this guy had yellow fever you were goingto laugh your ass off.

===/\===

(missing scene)

“Don’t touch me.”“What’s wrong with you?”“It was crowded. And noisy. There was something in my cranberry juice.That man kept talking to me and I couldn’t kill anyone. I hate that place. Youcan go alone next time, pervert.”

“He’s a pervert. You’re a pervert too.” Hibari’s eyes narrowed.“I should bite you to death.”“Yeah, yeah, tomorrow alright? Just try to stay conscious until we reachthe house." "Wait,” Hibari said, suddenly throwing his weight back.“What?” Gokudera asked tiredly. “Outside clothes, don’t touch the bed, herbivore,” Hibari mumbled disjointedly. “Nice to know you follow your own rules,” Gokudera sighed, pullingdown the bedcovers and dumping Hibari on the bed. “I said not to touch the bed,” Hibari protested, sitting up. Gokuderagave him a light shove and collapsed on the bed himself.“Shut up and go to sleep,” Gokudera said, words muffled by thesheets. He couldn’t even be bothered to get his pillow from the couch outside.He fully expected some sort of retort or a threat from Hibari, but none came,testament to how far gone the other man was. Yawning, Gokudera decided hazilythat he would take whatever nonsense he’d get for ‘crowding’ the bed and justwent to sleep where he was.

===/\===

Gokudera woke like a man struggling not todrown in molasses, slowly, with a lot of effort and a little pain. He hadn’tdrawn the curtains the night before and he was in a strange place betweenfeeling ‘rested’ and ‘like crap’. He’d slept on his front last night and therewas a kink in his neck as due punishment. Of course, there was also the matterof him smelling like sweat, cheap perfume, alcohol and cigarette smoke. It wasamazing that Hibari hadn’t just thrown him out the window for daring to so muchas touch the bed in this state.

Gokudera turned to his side to stretch andfroze. Hibari hadn’t rudely kicked him out of bed, not from some sense ofgratitude for Gokudera hauling him back from the club, but because he hadn’t woken up yet. Gokudera gaped atthe thought, but before his eyes was the undeniable.

Hibari was curled up on his side, back tothe light, and face shielded by the crook of his elbow. Gokudera felt a grinbreak through his usual morning grogginess. The sight was almost endearing,except this was Hibari, and the onlythings associated with Hibari and the word ‘endearing’ were either a highlyintelligent messenger bird that could be carrying a spy-cam that sealed yourdoom or a personalised box weapon that could decimate an army and reduce askyscraper to rubble within five minutes. Gokudera could almost see thehedgehog curled up in the exact same way as its owner in the empty space nearHibari’s stomach, and Hibird nestled between the man’s wrist and hair. Heresisted the urge to take a photo and send it to the Tenth and got up asquietly as possible. As much amusement as he got from seeing the violentmisanthrope sleeping all tucked into a ball, photographic evidence wasn’t worththe broken bones he knew he would get afterwards. Hibari appeared in the doorway of the bedroom, arms full of sheets. He took onelook at Gokudera and the landlord sitting at the kitchen counter, then steppedback into the room and shut the door.“Oh my, I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen him half dressed,”she commented. Then she gave Gokudera a knowing smile. “Changing thesheets are we? Good going." "Ah, yeah,” Gokudera tried to smile casually while mentally screamingno. She must have picked up on Gokudera’s uneasiness, because she patted hisarm reassuringly. “Be more confident, sweetie. You’re good looking, smart and you have awonderful disposition. You’re a right saint,” she smiled.“Besides,” she whispered. “I don’t think anyone but you has thepatience to deal with his temper.”Gokudera laughed. “You should see our boss,” he replied. Tsunacould smile genuinely all the time while talking Hibari down off a rampage andpersuading the man to do something other than stalk around Namimori or sit inhis house and drink tea. It never failed to amaze Gokudera each and every time.Heck, Tsuna even managed to get Hibari and Mukuro to go on a mission togetherwithout one of them coming back dead.

He placed the plate on top of the glass tofree one hand. “Hibari?” Gokudera asked, knocking on the door.“Go away.”“If you can’t drink, you shouldn’t,” Gokudera said matter-of-factly.He opened the door then took the plate back into his hand, pushing the dooropen the rest of the way with his foot. Hibari was sitting in the tub, water upto his chest and dark hair plastered to his skull. It vaguely reminded Gokuderaof bathing his cat.“Who said you could come in?” Hibari asked, not turning to faceGokudera. “If you’re too out of it to even lock the door, then I’d better come inbefore you drown or something,” Gokudera retorted. “Here.”“Don’t want it,” Hibari muttered without even looking at whatGokudera was holding. “It’s just toast, water and aspirin,” Gokudera said, starting to getannoyed. “How badly could I fuck up toast?" "I’m not going to eat in the bath,” Hibari said, leaning against theside of the wall and grimacing. “Leave it outside.”“Seriously, you alright?” Gokudera felt the need to ask again. “Must I bite you to death before you are convinced?” Hibari snipped. “Hah, you must be fine if you’re making threats. Don’t drown, bastard.”

[oikadori]

Reacting to their best friend doing the “Electric Love” trend on Tik Tok

⇢  Pairings: Atsumu x f!Reader, Osamu x f!Reader, Kuroo x f!Reader, Tsukishima x f!Reader

⇢  Genre: fluff

⇢  WC~ 1,187

A/N: Thanks for requesting ♡! I wasn’t able to include the 5th character, I’m sorry :( There were so many reactions LOL, I hope I got it right. Anon you’re my first request. You have no idea how happy and scared I was HAHAHAAH. Soo, It is my first time writing for Osamu and Tsukki :v (I hope I’m not out of character). Hope you like it! Thanks for reading♡

You and Atsumu have known each other since middle school and became close during high school

Teasing and annoying the hell out of each other, always ending up laughing was your daily routine

You realize you have a crush on him

So, you’ve seen this tiktok trend and give it shot

You were at Miya’s house, sitting on the dinner table with the twins, studying

You place your phone on the table and start recording

Atsumu immediately knows what is happening when he hears the song

He turns at you with a playful smirk before looking back at his textbook, acting oblivious

Osamu stands up and walks away after sighing loudly

You nervously peek at Atsumu multiple times, your usual sassy nature is nowhere to be found

His eyes soften at your hesitant movements making him smile genuinely

So, when the chorus starts, you are too scared to move

Atsumu quickly closes his book and grabs your face with both hands

He kisses you fully in the mouth, pressing a hand on your neck to deepen the kiss

His lips move feral over yours. You are both out of breath when the video pauses

“What happened, huh? It’s the first time I actually see you flustered”

“Do you want me to hit you in the head, ‘Tsumu”

“I’ll rather want you to kiss me, bug”

And that is what you do, causing the blonde to blush furiously at the contact

“You both are so LAME” Osamu’s head peeks from a corner and then quickly disappears making you pull apart to violently laugh.

⤷The video gets tons of comments about how cute your scared face looked and how hot Atsumu’s reaction was. Atsumu immediately updates his social media to: dating the cutest ♡ bug

Osamu met you for accident when you exchanged your lunchboxes, making you fascinated with his cooking.

That’s how you asked him to teach you

With each cooking session you became closer, being now his bestie

Atsumu showed you a video of the trend, giving you the idea

You were in your classroom during lunch, hanging out with the second years and some friends

You set your phone and as the music starts to play, Atsumu literally runs away along with your friends

“The hell just happened.”

He is really confused, like why are you biting your lip and looking nervously at the camera.???

“I didn’t know you were into tiktok, Y/N”

Osamu remembers the song because Atsumu showed him the video once, but he genuinely doesn’t remember what was about

When the chorus starts, you just go for it, attempting to forget the fear ghosting you

Your lips crash with his for a few seconds and Osamu’s eyes widen in surprise

But as soon as you pull away, he is already leaning forwards, catching your lips, and making you gasp

The song stops and he slowly detaches his lips from yours. He finds himself surprised by his sudden display of emotion.

“Your lips, they… taste like candy” askjsjkjf Im sorry

“Such a romantic, ‘Samu” you giggle, “Always thinking about food, huh?”

“Except when I’m with you” you stare at him with flushed cheeks “I like you Y/N”

That is all you hear before Osamu pecks your lips softly one more time as you squeeze his hand under the table

“ ’SAMU, you won’t die alone after all!” the other Miya screams

“That’s because I’m the likeable twin, ‘Tsumu, shut your trap already!”

⤷ After you post the video, people got really soft by Osamu’s tender response. You post now some cooking tutorials as a couple.  

You and Kuroo were the bests in your science class

Your relationship was solely competitive, but your interests drew you both closer

Coming to his games and playing videogames became regular

You both were at Kenma’s house, playing this new game, when you found the video on tiktok

Both were so focused on the game that didn’t notice when you placed the phone on the counter

Kuroo definitely knows this trend as well as Kenma

When the melody starts, Kenma’s lazy gaze catches your phone and he simply walks away

Kuroo stops playing and turns to you with a grin on his lips

“Is something in that little head, smarty?”

“Oh, just thinking about how funny that spiky hair of yours, actually looks”

You both intensely look at each other, letting small chuckles out every time you looked at the phone

“Are you really gonna do it?”

“Huh, are you afraid of a kiss Kuroo-San?”

“Afraid that you won’t be able to handle it (Y/LN)”

The part you were both waiting starts and like a magnet, you both lean in synchronized, smooching your lips together

He pulls you on top of him, laying his back on the couch at the time the sound stops.

“Mmm, who would tell you were such a good kisser, smarty”

“You’re not so bad yourself” you giggle

“Are you done?” Kenma says with a steady voice, entering his living room, finding you over Kuroo’s chest

You shove him away, laughing. You grab the controller ready to play,  trying to show annoyance, but your heart can’t stop jumping on your chest

A hand pulls your waist back

“You are not going anywhere, Y/N”

⤷Let me just say that the video goes wild on the internet, all the comments about Kuroo made his teasing almost unbearable that week

Tsuki and you started with the wrong foot, thinking you were just some silly girl

But the moment he saw you scolding Kageyama and Hinata, he was like “Oh another intelligent being”

You were at the gym waiting for Yamaguchi and Tsuki when Nishinoya showed you the trend and convince you to do it with Tsuki

Tsuki was a little soft for you so he didn’t say no when you asked him to join you in a TikTok, tho he was really exasperated

There you were standing next to Tsuki , while Nishinoya and Tanaka were on the other side

When the phone starts recording, you grab Tsuki’s arms trying to teach him some movements

“You know how ridiculous this is, don’t you?”

“Don’t be such a bummer, Tsuki, just follow me”

The chorus starts and you quickly lean as high as you can, trying to reach his face

“W-What the hell are you doing?” he pushes your shoulders rather harsh, moving his head away from yours

However, your lips managed to lightly brush his

He storms out of the gym throwing swears to all of you

Everything happens so fast, you couldn’t notice the small blush on his cheeks

“Do you crave attention that much to do such a stupid video?” you catch him outside, a hurt look on his face “Why messing up with people like that?”

Feeling really crappy, you lower your eyes, playing with your fingers

“I’m sorry, Tsuki. GOMEN Tsuki I thought it might be fun but …I did want to kiss you”

“Then, just say it, idiot” he looks away with the cutest blush you’ve ever seen

⤷ The video got tons of comments, feeling sorry for his response. They never guessed the middle blocker asked you on a date afterwards 

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