Spy! Or Not?

spy! or not?

synopsis: you're not very slick and your admiration will get you in trouble one day—that day happened to be today.

featuring: kawata twins, lil sis! reader, toman.

genre: crack.

note: i tried to mix different ideas together. hope u guys enjoy it<3

you know that feeling where you know someone's watching you but you just can't put your finger on who it is?

that's how draken felt the entire time.

mikey was giving his speech, the commanders and the entirety of toman were listening, and yet the leader's right hand couldn't help but feel a little bit uneasy if he could say. he felt like he was about to get attacked at any moment and mitsuya noticed the way his friend was not listening right away.

"you're okay?" takashi nudged his friend a little, the latter humming as he stared at something peeking from the bushes.

was that a dog or a person?

"yeah, just give me a second." draken excused himself, mikey going silent as he watched his close friend walking towards the bushes like he grew two heads.

"ken?"

draken held his hand, sneaking behind the bushes before grabbing whatever was sitting there and had been creepily staring and eavesdropping on the toman meeting ever since it started.

"what the fuck?" that was a whole person in his hand. he was grabbing her by the collar, her eyes were closed shut as if she was even scared to open them and meeting a certain two pairs of eyes that were definitely quite disappointed in her.

"who is she?"

"hey, she could be a spy for another biker gang don't you think?"

"a girl in a biker gang? I've never heard of that before—"

"well let me join you then!" you suddenly shouted, the excited glint in your eyes throwing the guys off guard. you wanted to join toman? is that why you were spying on them?

"how are we supposed to believe that you're not a spy for another biker gang?" draken was pissed. he was tired enough having to be one of the responsible ones in toman—having a fangirl wanting to join was definitely not something he wanted to deal with at the moment.

"look at me, do I look like I could ever get accepted in a biker gang easily?" your puppy eyes weren't going to help you either in this situation, you figured that out when you saw how draken's scowl deepened.

"and you thought toman is the right place for games?"

"my brothers are part of toman so yeah,"

your who?

"your—"

"brothers yeah," nahoya was the first one to approach the two, the smile he usually wore on his face replaced with a tired look instead. draken immediately figured that this was probably not the first time you tried to join them but definitely your first time being caught during a meeting.

"you guys have a sister?" chifuyu chimed in from the side, looking back and forth between you and your brothers, looking for a resemblance.

it was there but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"it's gonna be had if you don't let go of me now." you whispered to draken, aware of the fact that your brothers didn't look too happy that you were there.

letting go of the back of your shirt, draken stepped away from you as he watched the twins approach you with disappointed looks.

"well damn big guy, is gentle even in your vocabulary?" you sassed the taller male who only clicked his tongue in annoyance at you, noting inside his head that you were nahoya and souya's sister first before you could be a stranger that he could easily kick out of toman's grounds.

"(name)." nahoya's strict voice interrupted you, his hands on his hips as he stared at you in a way that draken could describe as 'we've been through this before' and your reply was a simple 'and i'd do it again' stare.

"nahoya." you replied sarcastically, watching as souya joined you two. what a happy family meeting.

"mikey, aren't you supposed to stop—"

"shhh, it's getting interesting." even their leader was now eating a bag of chips as he watched the kawata family reunion. there was nothing more entertaining than family problems in public, right?

"how many times do I have to tell you—"

"that toman is dangerous and that it's not for harmless little girls who have no fighting experience," what you tried to mimic was definitely nahoya's voice, and it was so on point that draken held back a laugh of his own.

"you said it so many times, I might have to tattoo it on my forehead,"

"do it, maybe it will finally get through that fucking thick skull of yours."

"nahoya, be nice," souya's voice chimed in, looking between you and his twin brother. this was a daily occurrence. whenever they came back home from a toman meeting, you'd interview them to know exactly what happened and somehow convince them to let you join them.

an idea they both shut down every single time.

"I would be nice if she listened for once!"

"but I know how to fight!" you tried to defend yourself in a situation where you were obviously kind of wrong since you interrupted a meeting of your brothers' gang.

"knowing how to kill bugs isn't a fighting skill, (name)." this time, souya was the one to shut down your umpteenth attempt at proving yourself worthy of being a toman member. you weren't very fond of his words.

"souya, I know how to fight actual people."

"she does look like she can bite," draken added his two cents in, his joke making you stare at him in disbelief before scoffing.

"well I would certainly not bite you mister, you look like you taste as bitter as the ground."

"oh so you've tasted the ground before?" draken was having too much fun teasing you, watching as you huffed at his reply that obviously proved that you were defeated before in a fight.

"yeah," you replied bitterly. "and it's better than talking to your bald head." you turned to the side, staring back at your brothers who were watching the interaction between you and draken in amusement.

"did you just call me bald?"

"well aren't you? that dragon tattoo is lame as fuck by the way, I would give it a zero if I could." now, you knew you were blatantly lying. draken's tattoo was cool as fuck, if not the coolest you've ever seen so far but you'd never admit it to him.

not when he said you look like you can bite.

"I have the same tattoo," mitsuya commented, hoping that what he said would somehow change the course of the conversation.

"I can't see it though,"

"that's cause my hair is hiding it?"

"exactly, take a hint."

oh you were sassy.

"if nahoya is smiley and souya is angry, then you must be the bitter baby," chifuyu teased.

"you know what, I'm changing my mind you guys are mean!" you crossed your arms over your chest, walking towards your brothers to stand next to them.

nahoya placed his hand on your head ruffling your hair a little, the wide grin finally making its way back to his face.

"finally convinced that joining us is a bad idea?"

"not really."

the twins had a long way to go before they could convince you that toman wasn't the coolest thing to ever exist.

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THEIR “FANGIRL” ACTUALLY LIKES YOU, NOT HIM!! (oikawa, atsumu, and suna)

warning: gn!reader, crack, some pouty boyos!. a random idea i thought of~

OIKAWA TOORU

“i swear if they don’t leave in 60 seconds, i’m going to serve a ball towards them.”

leaning against the bus with crossed arms, you watched the herd of squealing girls surrounding your boyfriend. iwaizumi is right by your side, glaring at the sight of his best friend being showered with affection and treats.

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Hi! Hope you doing great ^^

Can i request for bonten's reaction when they have gen z! Reader as a hostage. Maybe the reader is a assurance for their shit head father who have a lot of debt with bonten. But the reader being the gen z they are supprising bonten with their personality! You can make it into headcanons or scenario, or whatever you want it to be. Its a crack imagine so i hope you enjoying yourself while write this. Thank you so much for letting me request!

This was kinda funny to write, hopefully it was funny to you guys as well lmao. And thank you for requesting this, have a nice day/night! — Kei

cw: strong and vulgar language, mentions of blood, lots of implied sexual jokes (bad jokes probs lmao), mentions of death, usage of pet names like sweetheart, sweet cheeks, baby and sir. Mikey lowkey has a sir-kink ;)

I tried to make this gender neutral as possible, so do not hesitate to message me or point out if there’s any pronouns used!

HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS-

PART 1

NOT PROOF READ

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Aight

You were just lazing around on the couch, watching the tv when your world went dark.

And when you woke up, you were in a big room, with dried blood here and there and some men standing just a few meters away.

Adjusting your sight, you couldn’t move and you realized you were chained to the chair. Quickly realizing you were kidnapped, you look around yourself.

A man in mullet with scars on his lips was looking at you with a big smile on his face. He looked manic. Then there was a another one sitting on a wooden box like his life was taken out of him.

“He looks kind of cute. Especially with that blonde bowl cut.“ you thought to yourself.

“Am I kidnapped?” You spoke up. No one expected you to speak so some were in shock but quickly adjusted themselves.

“Do you know what for?” Some tall guy in slicked back hair and suits spoke up.

“I know my fucking father is in a lot of debt but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna have to be involved, what the fuck.” You spit out nonchalantly. This peculiar attitude amused the guys in the room.

“What the fuck is up with that goofy smile on you guys? Something on myself?” You look at yourself, your chest and so on and see that you wore a simple white tank top and black sweatpants.

“Are you guys for real checking my chest out? Talk about sexual harassment what the fuck it’s freezing cold in here.” Not so soon after you said that, someone took of their blazer and placed it on yourself. It was the ‘scars on the corner of his lips’ guy.

“Well thank you, we have a gentleman here even though this is just a vest which won’t be much of a help.” You giggle out.

“Did we get the right kid?” The cute guy from before spoke up, still sitting on that wooden box.

“They’re to eccentric to have such a fucked up father.” A another guy in mullet with purple dyed hair spoke up.

“Can you guys let me go? These ropes hurt.” You pout, trying to use your charms to convince the men in the room.

“Ain’t working, sweetheart but nice try.” Blonde guy with one side of his head shaved off spoke up.

“Mmm that’s such a nice pet name, call me that even more.” You shuddered as some laughed at your behavior.

“Am I gonna be killed? The manic guy over there,” you point to the scars guy with your head. “He looks ready to chop me off.” You laugh out.

“No one is chopping the other one up. We just need to talk.” The cute guy speaks up and stands down on the ground from the wooden box.

“Your father is in debt to us.” He starts off. “Yes I know that, sir.” The way you address their leader was so serious yet so endearing that they couldn’t help but chuckle. Mikey looks at you disbelief.

“It’s Mikey, not sir.” He says. “Yes sir.” You say back with a grin on your face.

‘They’re taunting him.’ Everyone in the room thought the same.

“We took you to our headquarters to discuss how to pay back the debt your idiot of a father has.” Mikey continued on.

“Whys that my problem? It’s not like it’s me who’s in debt.” You say, genuinely confused and annoyed.

“It was in the contract he signed.” Mikey tells you.

“That’s not how contracts work, cutie.”

And that was the drop for the scars guy to burst out laughing, the purple dyed mullet guy grins and the rest just watched in amusement.

“The contracts he signed works like a inheritance. Kinda.” Mikey says. And it clicked in your head.

“Why? Is my idiotic father dead?”

“No.”

“Then why am I here? He can still pay his filthy money back.”

“He can’t.”

“That’s a you-problem then.” You shrug your shoulders.

Mikey sighs.

“Look, I just turned eighteen and as soon as I did that I cut off all contacts I’ve had with my father. So whatever shit he pulls is not my deal.” You tell Mikey, hoping it could convince him.

“I like this one.” The purple dyed man speaks up.

“I’m not into older men, sorry but you’re hot though.” You gave a playful wink to purple dyed guy. He twitched back in shock.

Switching the subject, you look at all the men in the room.

“Is that fucking dried blood?” You squint at some corners in the room. “Yeah.” Mikey sighs out as he goes back to sit on his wooden box.

“Nice ass Mikey.” You clicked your tongue as Mikey looks back at you in pure shock. You heard some stifle their laughter.

“Be aware of what you say, sweet cheeks. Or you’re gonna regret it.” Slicked back hair speaks up. Clearly thinking of the dark impulse Mikey has.

“Regret having him in between my legs? Oh sure I won’t regret it.” You say dreamily, acting oblivious to the actual meaning of the slicked back hairs guys words.

“Can you guys tell me your names? It’s kind of hard to keep saying slicked back hair to the that dude over there, manic to that motherfucker and I will keep calling Mikey sir.” You grin towards Mikey who looks at you a little bit exasperated.

Soon after they introduced themselves.

“This felt like the first day of school where we had to introduce ourselves and our hobbies.” You giggle out.

“Anyways, which one of you kidnapped me from my apartment?” You ask.

“I did.” Kakucho speaks up.

“Wait you? No way! How did you do it? And also did you have to hit so hard on the head? It still kinda hurts what the fuck.”

“Does this creature ever breath?” Kokonoi says. “I don’t actually.” You retort back.

“You had your door unlocked.” Kakucho says. “Wait what? I thought I locked it.” You gasp in shock.

“Well you didn’t.” Kakucho retorts back.

“Man, I need to lock my doors next time.”

“Next time?” Kakucho speaks up again.

“Yeah. Why? Am I for real gonna die?” You tried to give them a puppy eye look. But it looked funny for those who saw it.

“You look so fucking stupid.” Sanzu laughs.

“Been known since I got pushed out of my mamas pussy.” Your vulgar and strong language is such a sight to behold for some of the guys in the room. It’s amusing.

“Do y’all get some action though? I mean I’m free.” You joke once again.

“I thought you said you aren’t into older men.” Rindou speaks up. “You’re still thinking about what I said?” You grin at him as he sighs in disbelief.

“They’re unbelievable.” Rindou whispers lowly to Ran.

“Are you guys brothers ?” You ask, genuinely curious. “We are brothers, baby. Are you into brothers rather than older men?” Ran flirts back playfully.

“Look, this one can take and make jokes. Take notes everyone.” You gasp out in shock at the energy Ran gave back to you.

“We gonna have to deal with you later.” Mikey speaks up out of nowhere. “Talk about this with anyone and you have your consequences.” Mikey tells you with a warning as Mochizuki unties the rope on your hands.

“Of course sir.” You were about to go down on your knees when Mikey sent you a glare so annoyed and angry, you immediately straightened your back.

“Wouldn’t wanna upset my sir.”

“You already did.”

“So you do like it when you’re being called sir.” You gasp out, wiggling your eyebrows playfully at Mikey.

“Shut the fuck up and leave.” Mikey looks away.

“I know your cute ass is laughing. See you guys next time. Hopefully we get to bang and hang.” Your last words before you fully left the building has had the bonten men laughing and Mikey couldn’t believe his ears along with Kakucho.

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It’s so difficult to know what kind of tags to use when it comes to fics like this 💀

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hi tee! i hope you’re having a fabulous day so far because u deserve it

i really liked your scenario about draken and mikey thinking you’re scared of them, could i request the same prompt with baji and hanma? pls drink water i luv uuuu<3

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃

PART ONE — draken and mikey

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: baji keisuke and hanma shuji

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: anon, i drank a glass of water just for you before i started writing this <3

✿ 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈

baji is quiet as he sits before you, which is uncharacteristically new for him as is, but it’s the way he seems oddly distant from you that catches your attention.

no throwing his head on your lap and begging for study breaks, no suggesting to go grab something to eat, no ranting about things on his mind, and most importantly, no moves latch onto you in some way. it’s clear there’s something on his mind, but the part that makes your heart drop is the way he seems to grow more and more uneasy the more you reach out.

as if you were the problem.

“kei—”

“go home,” he growls. his eyes don’t meet yours, he doesn’t want you to catch a glimpse of them either. he knows the second you do, you’ll see the hurt swimming in them, and baji doesn’t want you to see through any more of him, doesn’t want to open up any more pieces of himself to you than he already has.

it won’t ever be enough. not to keep you around, anyway.

“keisuke,” you say firmly. the sound of his full first name and not the sweet nicknames you usually call him by make his heart squeeze even more.

baji wonders how something could hurt so intensely, how the thoughts of one person could make him question himself so much, but you do that to him. and he’s falling apart at the seams—and he doesn’t want you to be here to witness it.

“just go,” he spits, voice raising. “you want to anyway, don’t you? i won’t stop you,” he shrugs. but you can see the tremble of his lips and you can hear the shakiness of his voice.

don’t go. he wants to say that, but he can’t bring himself to. you don’t deserve to be tied down to someone like him. but the gentle brushing of a thumb over his knuckles makes him look up, seeing you stand before him as he stays slumped in his chair.

“baby? where’s this coming from,” you ask gently. “you can tell me,” you insist, leaning down and pressing a soft peck to his forehead.

he shouldn’t bear his heart to you now, it’s the perfect opportunity to crush it in one go, but he can’t help himself. old habits die hard, it’s always been that way for him.

“i heard some shit,” he mumbles.

“okay…and what did you hear?” he shrugs again.

“some shit,” he tries to avoid your eyes, but you tilt his head up and force him to meet your gaze.

“keisuke. i’m serious. what did you hear?” and if you see the way his eyes are a bit glossier, you don’t say anything, opting you stroke his cheek with your thumb. the soft drag is comforting, it’s home, and he loses himself to it for a moment.

“people said you were looking for a way to get away from me,” he mumbles. the hurt in his voice is clear, and your heart aches at the thought of him carrying the weight of his doubts alone all day. “but you’re too scared that i’ll…” his hands clench into fists. “that i’ll hurt you if you do.”

sighing, you smooth back some hair from his face, cupping both cheeks and cradling them in your palms.

“and you believed them?” he shrugs once more.

“isn’t a far fetched idea,” he says dryly. and there’s a soft kiss to his forehead, and then one to his cheek, and then two to his other. and finally, one last kiss to his lips makes him grip your waist tightly, hoping you’ll stay.

“yes it is,” you hum. “you wouldn’t last a day without me,” you poke his forehead. “i gotta stick around.” and even if you don’t say them, for his sake more than yours—he’s never enjoyed being vulnerable—baji knows the words underneath. i care too much to go.

“i wouldn’t ever hurt you. or let anyone else hurt you,” he says seriously. you nod gently.

“i know,” you whisper. “and that’s why i love you,” you speak against his hair, kissing the top as his face buries into your stomach. “feel the safest with you, kei.” and he stays like that for a bit, buried into the fabric of your shirt, inhaling your scent while your fingers trail through his hair. you’re here, and you don’t want to leave—and he’s grateful.

“love you too,” he breathes. “gonna kill whoever spread those rumors.”

✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀

hanma swears if he didn’t love you so much, he’d make you regret pounding on his door at three am. with a sinister glare, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you in, slamming the door behind him as you cross your arms.

you have some nerve, he thinks. showing up to his door unannounced even despite your view of him. and even if his heart hurts, even if it physically aches at the thought that you would think lowly of him, he can’t bring himself to regret you.

never you.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” he seethes. you flare your nostrils at his attitude.

“oh, me? i’m here wondering why my boyfriend is suddenly dead to the world. how about you, though? how’ve you been doing?” you answer sarcastically, making him pinch his nose. pointing a finger at you, he narrows his eyes.

“don’t get bold with me,” he spits. “you sure your boyfriend’s safe, baby? aren’t ya scared he’ll hurt you?” face scrunched up in confusion, you sigh exasperatedly, making hanma clench his jaw.

you’re mocking him, he thinks. and he should be mad—and he can’t understand why he’s not mad. he’s drowning in hurt, and the feeling doesn’t make any sense.

“shuji, what are you on about? i swear, it’s never straightforward with you, you always gotta go around in circles,” you groan.

his hands are clenched into fists, and he’s unsure what else he can say. there are so many questions on his mind, but none of them can form into audible words.

why are you here? what did i do wrong? why would you think that?

they all keep him up at night, and he wonders when everything had turned from so right, to so wrong in moments.

“oh, you think i’m dumb? take me for a fool, huh? people talk, you idiot,” he screams. “if you’re too scared to leave me, don’t get so bold with me here! what, not scared i’ll hurt you now?” and it’s his way of pushing you away, the hurt and betrayal masked as anger, the wicked grin on his face to draw attention away from the pain in his eyes. but you know hanma, and you won’t let him hide away from you.

“whoever you’re getting intel from is really bad at their job,” you sigh. you hold an arm out for him to come over. “because i’m not going anywhere. and i’m not scared of your stupid ass,” you mutter.

hanma freezes, and he stiffens when your hand offers itself to him. does he take it? he doesn’t know if he wants to risk the heartache once more, doesn’t know if this is all an elaborate scheme to see him at his lowest.

but he’s always at his highest when he’s with you, and even if his mind screams no, he heart cries yes, and he’s taking cautious steps towards you.

“you…you’re not trying to get away?”

“no,” you shake your head.

“not scared of me?”

“absolutely not.” his once tattered heart finally starts to heal, and he’s using every fiber in him to keep from falling into you from relief.

“not even a little?” he pouts a bit when you shake your head again. “you should be, ‘m a scary guy,” he insists. you snort at the way he’s switched up already.

“not to me,” you say with a cheeky grin. “i can do whatever i want,” you say confidently. “you wouldn’t dare lay a finger on me.” and though he rolls his eyes and pinches your nose, he’s internally pleased with your response.

because it’s true, he could never hope to hurt you, no matter what you do—and he needs you to know it. it almost feels like his life depends on it.

“get out of my apartment, you brat,” he mutters, but he meets you halfway, kissing you desperately, needing the feeling of you against him like it’s his lifeline. and you latch onto him, anchoring him as he finally reaches a peace of mind.

“not going anywhere,” you murmur. “can’t make me.” he grins against your lips. he’s a lovesick fool, he thinks, but perhaps he doesn’t mind it too much.

PRETTY BOY

based off a tiktok

character/s: kuroo tetsuro ; kenma kozume ; suna rintaro ; iwaizumi hajime ; bokuto koutaro ; terushima yuuji ; ushijima watakoshi ; miya atsumu ; oikawa tooru

genre/s: fluff ig

warning/s: none

gwen's notes 🤍: just a quick post y'all im still on hiatus mwa <3 thank u for 800 followers thinking of an event for 1k 😩

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