#requests wanted

[totalbrainr0t777]

Tenya Iida SFW alphabet

༺♡༻AUTHORS / NOTE : I just wanted to start a new series, and alphabets are simple and I love doing them, requests are open!༺♡༻

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Tenya is in affectionate guy, in the comfort of your own home. PDA is a soft no, as much as he loves you, he'd rather show his affections at home, where he knows no one is watching. It makes him anxious letting his guard down in public.

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B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Iida was originally afraid to talk to you because he found you so out of his league he had no point in trying. When he did finally talk to you, he was the most attentive and responsible friend you could've asked for. He made an effort to include you, he made sure you got to your room safe, he made sure you were okay. Tenya was your biggest cheerleader

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C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddles are Tenya's guilty pleasure. He won't admit it because he feels it makes him childish and makes him feel small (that's one of his biggest worries, not being strong enough for you). His dream afternoon is you and him, limbs tangled on the couch, and watching a movie. He could care less about the movie, he just wants to watch your face light up with intrigue at the movie, maybe hug you a little tighter when it gets scarier.

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D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Iida isn't the best cook, but he could clean for the olympics. Seriously, that guy is meticulous. Every book on his book shelf is categorised by its dewey number as per the dewey decimal system. Everything in the common room is organised time and time again (Until kirishima and kaminari are in the room). Settling down with you is something constantly on his mind, as he knows you're the love of his life.

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E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

A calm, respectful conversation. Quiet and without any fuss, like Iida himself. He's never liked making a fuss, why would this be any difference? Breaking up with him would kill him inside but he knows sometimes it's just for the best.

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F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment has always been an issue for Tenya in a relationship context, he constantly thinks he's going to get hurt. People also aren't his thing, he prefers to be dominant and lead but that isn't how a relationship works, so he is thrown out of his comfort zone. Still, he would want marriage relatively quickly, within a couple years. Marriage is something he knows he's wanted since he met you but wouldn't know how to communicate it.

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G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Iida comes across as blunt, however as you get to know him, you realise he genuinely can't help it. He, physically, is the most gentle there is, you're treated like glass that could break in a second. He tries desperately not to hurt your feelings, or to upset you in any way really.

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H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

As stated in the cuddles section, he loves hugs, in private. He likes to hug you tight, so he can protect you, he doesn't hug you too often though.

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I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

The L word isn't used lightly in the Iida household, and tenya has always had to work for his I love yous. Luckily for you, you gave him the safe space for him to admit how he feels about you.

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J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Tenya is very territorial, that applies to you too. He loves you with all his heart and getting you stolen away isn't an option, he will do anything to make sure that doesn't happen. In public, you're glued to his side, everyone knows you and him are together.

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K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Iida is a tender and gentle kisser, but his kisses are still passionate. He loves kissing your lips but kissing your forehead is one of his favourite things to do. He loves how your face lights up when he does it too. Being an old fashioned guy, he likes kisses on the lips but his heart pounds like crazy when you kiss his neck, or even his cheek.

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L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Tenya isn't good around children, they're out of his control so they make him feel weird. He would love to have children but currently, he wouldn't be ready at all

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M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are spent with him cuddling you in bed as long as possible, then making you cereal. Or anything you want really, he'll find out how to make it perfectly, he loves to just get up and do things but lazing in bed with you is just as good in his eyes

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N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are spent with him worrying about making sure he has everything for the start of the next day. School day or not. Afterwards though, he gets in bed (at 9, 9.30 on weekends) and falls asleep with you curled up in his arms.

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O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Tenya isn't a very open person, talking about himself is hard because the few things he values most are mainly educational and he doesn't want to bother you with that, but over time he'll cave and tell you things personally about him.

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P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He can have a lot of patience in the right situation but a lot of little things can really get him all worked up and overstimulate him. He'd never raise his voice at you, or get annoyed at you, unless he needed to.

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Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He has a notebook dedicated to just you. Things you like, things you don't, things you want to do, he doesn't care. Tenya just wants to make sure he treats you like royalty, like you deserve. He constantly spoils you.

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R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time you made him cry. Not because he was sad, but because your love overwhelmed him. You were in his room, talking, and you just told him how much you love him. And he burst into tears. But you cradled him in your arms, until you both fell asleep.

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S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He would do anything in his power to protect you, to make you feel safe, no matter what. Whether it's something as small as walking to your dorm room or something as big and being your bodyguard, he wouldn't care regardless, he just wants you to be safe. He doesn't believe you should protect him, because he's the protector.

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T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He makes you feel worshipped, like a deity on special occasions, anniversaries, etc. Even in everyday, he treats you like the only person on earth. Gifts have to be sentimental and expensive for them to be acceptable for you.

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U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

How little he regards his own safety when it comes to you. It really upsets you how much he disregards himself for you. He doesn't see an issue with it because he sees himself as a provider, but it constantly gets on your nerves.

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V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

His looks don't matter to him at all. Soul and mind counts miles more to Iida.

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W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Without you, he feels bare. You make everything better for him, even something as mundane as class, he just needs you there.

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X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Tenya has a stuffed animal (a bunny) he got from Tensei when he was born and he keeps it hidden but he trusts you enough for you to see it.

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Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Trying to make him jealous. It just makes him think that you don't feel loved, it's his biggest pet hate in the whole world. He feels he loves you enough, to try and make him jealous just feels like a slap in the face.

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Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Tenya hugs anything in immediate vicinity to him, pillows, blankets, you. He can't help it, he just doesn't feel comfy without something to hug.

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[plussizefantasia]

Unsure Hearts

Read Part One Here: Fluttering Hearts

Warnings: Reader gets grabbed, alcohol, I think that's it tbh

an: heyyyy... sorry I was MIA, lots of stuff going on I'll post an update about it soon. In the meantime enjoy part two of the Kili x reader fic from Flufftober. I think this will be a five-part fic including an epilogue and the next two parts are already underway. I've also got some requests ready to be edited and posted soon. Thank you for bearing with me, much love <3

Kili Durin x Human!Soulmate!reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Thorin was getting worried, Kili had become somewhat of a ghost story over the past month. He had assumed that his nephew was simply doing his duty. Kili had volunteered to be the envoy between Dale and Erebor for the discussions of armament and training. However, that treaty was signed a week ago, and said envoy position was no longer needed. So why in all of Arda was Kili still going to Dale every day? The young prince left as soon as he was finished with his daily tasks and didn’t return to the mountain until well after the sun had set. Thorin was not worried for his nephew's safety, after all, Kili was an excellent warrior and could take care of himself, no, Thorin was worried for Kili’s heart. 

Fili had also noticed his brother’s absence but the blonde prince had always been a bit more perceptive than his surly uncle. Fili had noticed that Kili was missing, but he also noticed that every time he returned to the mountain it was with the most dopey grin that he had ever seen. A grin that he recognized, for it had also graced his face a few months ago when he met his beloved Alma. Fili would bet his beard on it, Kili was in love.

You on the other hand were getting more and more annoyed each time the brown-haired dwarf walked through the front door. He was charming sure, and polite. But he stared. At you. The whole time he was there. And he was there a lot. His attempts to engage you in conversation were far and few between, the few times he was able to grab your attention away from the bustling building he became tongue-tied the moment your eyes landed on his.

Kili didn’t understand why he couldn’t say more than a few words to you without choking on his words. Your eyes had to hold some kind of spell within them. They enchanted him and left him bewitched every time he caught their gaze. It left him frustrated, he had never had this much trouble with women before, why were you so different? Deep down he knew though, you weren’t just any woman. He was afraid though, afraid that naming what you were to him out loud would make it real. And when it is real, it can hurt you. 

There weren’t very many stories on One’s where the love didn’t end up requited, either because it just simply never happened. Dwarves were incredibly stubborn creatures after all, and it was entirely possible that they just wore down their other half until some sort of connection formed. It was also possible that those unfortunate few who weren’t able to woo their other half died of broken hearts. The former was unlikely as Kili kept having to remind himself, he couldn’t die of a broken heart. Right?

He was determined tonight though, to find out definitively if the sparks he felt for you were just interest in the handsome woman from Bree, or if you truly were the other half of his soul. To do that though he would need to say more than a few words to you. The problem with that was that you seemed exceptionally busy tonight.

Busy you were, Brant had told you last night that he was going to be leaving today to go to visit family for some type of emergency. 

“If the place is still standing when I get back, we’ll talk more about it becoming yours someday.” He had said. You were hoping that that ‘someday’ was sooner rather than later. Brant was getting up there in years. Just last week he had hurt himself trying to lift one of the barrels of ale that had been shipped in from the Iron Hills. You had been taking on more and more of his old tasks and to be completely honest, it felt like you did the job of an owner anyway, just without all the benefits.

You weren’t going to let the man down though, even if it did mean rushing back and forth all night trying to keep up with demand all by yourself.

“Another! Y/N,” was yelled in front the back of the room. Roland was a boisterous man who got along with everyone, he was only a year or two older than you and was currently on his eighth pint of the night. He had a large countenance and seemed to fill up whatever space he occupied, he was handsome but the more and more he drank the less his looks mattered. Usually, this is the point in the night where he starts bordering more on unruly rather than fun-loving. Nevertheless, he was a paying customer and as long as he could still walk on his own out the doors, you weren’t going to say no to his money.

You grabbed another pint glass and poured one for him, balancing it and several other drinks on a tray. You steeled yourself with a deep breath before running back out into the fray. 

Walking close to the stool he was sat on you leaned slightly over him and placed his pint down on the counter beside him. He was engrossed in the conversation between the large group of men, something about the best way to skin a buck, you weren’t really listening. As you grabbed his empty glass to take back to the kitchen to be washed, his large hand encircled your wrist none too gently.

“A pint is a wonderful thing, but it is even more delicious when served by a beautiful lady,” He whispered into your ear. You grit your teeth and roughly pull your hand back. 

“Now, Roland, what have we said about touching things that don’t belong to you? Huh? Touch the wrong thing and you might just lose your hand.” You spit back at him. Cutting your eyes up at the mounted swords that rest above the fireplace only a few steps from where the two of you are. “I’d hate to have to clean those swords, they are sharp.” You look back into his eyes, satisfied with the fear that you see within them. You stand back up and place your tray back upon your shoulder. 

“Anything else I can get you gents?” You question the other men scattered about the space. Silence reigned over the air for a few moments. 

“Alrighty then.” 

A pint here, a glass of wine there, and two hot meals delivered later, your tray was empty and everyone in the place seemed momentarily satisfied. 

 Letting out a breath you lean up against the counter.

“What did you say to him?” A somewhat familiar voice pipes up beside you. You turn your head towards the voice. It's the dwarf prince, and you are once again struck with just how handsome he is. You are also struck with the familiar feeling of annoyance, of course, he picked now to talk to you. Just when you had finally afforded yourself a break.

“Hmm?” You raise a singular eyebrow at him. “Who?”

“That large and very drunk man in the back, I couldn’t hear what you said but I could see the look on his face. It was similar to my brother’s when our mother would scold him for forgetting his manners.”

“That’s not too far off actually, Roland over there got a little too comfortable and touched something that didn’t belong to him, I had to remind him of the rules.”

“And what exactly did he touch that was so forbidden?” The prince smirks and laughs.

You smirk back and lift a glass to your lips before uttering one single word, “Me.”

All of the laughter drained from Kili’s face, “He touched you?” His voice had gotten much lower, his eyes darkened right before you.

 You rolled your eyes. “I’m going to stop you right there Your Highness, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I’ve been doing it for years. I don’t need some man, no matter how handsome he is coming to defend my honor every time I’m even remotely slighted. The trail of bodies will get far too long.” You stare into his eyes as you speak, putting all the righteous fury you’ve got stored inside into each word. 

Seconds tick by before he opens his mouth to speak again.

“You think I’m handsome?”

“I think that we have bigger problems if that is the only thing you got from that.” You took another sip.

“No, no, no I got the point, you don’t need a big strong man to come to your rescue. Lucky for you, I am not big.”

The laugh that sprung from the back of your throat caught you off guard, you slap a hand over your mouth in an impossible effort to catch it and shove it back inside. He was funny, he had never been funny before.

Kili liked your laugh even though it was closer to a snort than an actual laugh, and he would be foolish to ignore the way his heart picked up at the thought that he was the one who made you laugh.

“You- I- I have never heard of a dwarf who makes fun of themselves, in my limited experience your lot are very prideful.”

“Not as prideful as some other races, I should think.”

“No, you’re not nearly as prideful as the pointy-eared bastards who hole themselves up in that accursed forest.” Your words held a healthy amount of rage as well as teasing.

“I sense that there is a story there somewhere.” Kili raised an eyebrow, mimicking your face from earlier. He was desperately trying not to think about the fact that this was the longest conversation the two of you had had up to date.

“One that I’m going to need a lot more liquid courage before divulging, I’m afraid.”

“We can make that happen.” Kili wiggled his eyebrows and pointed at the bottles of liquor behind the bar that separated the two of you.

At that very moment, a shout from the rowdy bunch of men in the back rang out, calling for another round.

“Duty calls your highness, but perhaps I will tell you that story… another time.” You winked at him and grabbed for your tray again, beginning to load it up once more. If that is how conversations with the dwarf prince went all the time, you wouldn’t mind having them more often.  

You walked away before Kili could come up with a response, but he was more certain than he ever had been that your heart called to his. Why else would the very sight of you walking away feel like his heart was leaving too?

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[savvythepirate]

Jack gets jealous

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @roguesknights

The Request:

Could I request Jack sparrow x reader where Jack gets a bit jealous of someone flirting with reader?

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“It would never have worked out between us, darling.” Jack Sparrow silently claims.

From the first day of being recruited to the crew of the Black Pearl, Jack Sparrow couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

One day, it dawned onto him as he spent more time then he should have trying to figure out almost desperately why that his heart was trying to tell him something whenever you’re both in the same place together. It had come come across his dull mind, telling Jack that he wanted more out of the friendship he had with you, that Jack Sparrow realizes he was in love with you and could only hope that you returned the feelings just the same. Unbeknownst to the pirate, you sincerely felt the same way. It was not only of shyness or fear of getting rejected you haven’t said anything to each other about it, you both just were unsure how to approach the confession with out making either of you feel weird. All that Jack Sparrow knew was that he wanted and was going to be the first to make a move in to say something about it. But first, he wanted to go to a highly trusting crew mate for advice before making this big approach.

This was definitely a nerve whacking feeling, making him feel more overwhelmed then he should allow himself to. The first crew mate that came to Jack’s mind was Mr. Gibbs, but then something else told him that if he wanted the best advice possible, he should go to a woman he knows with this information. Thankfully to Jack, he had only one another woman onboard who goes by the name of Elizabeth Swann. The ideal purpose of the approach was to avoid any suspicious minds from any of the others who populated the Black Pearl. Although he felt sure of it, he still put some thought into it before deciding that’s what he was going to with. But as Jack Sparrow was looking for Elizabeth, something had captured his undivided attention which had Jack stopping abruptly in his tracks before looking over at you.

Looking over your way, he sees you’re not alone. The company at the moment was Will Turner, watching the two of you talking as if you’re lifelong friends catching up on what was new. The familiar feeling of jealousy crept behind him before taking him over completely, seeing as you were smiling and laughing at something he was telling you made Jack’s blood boiling as he thought that should be him making you smile and laugh. Hatred towards Will Turner was brewing within him, almost like a slow burn of clean cut jealousy. Jack Sparrow started to feel overwhelmed once again which soon turned into livid anger. But it was that anger to have Jack Sparrow have second thoughts about getting advice.

Jack Sparrow could no longer suck it up to get any advice that may have win you to be by his side before anyone else claims you. Jack couldn’t help but think that there was nothing more he wanted to have then you. All he wanted was you, and the possibility of seeing you with someone, holding someone else’s hand scared him to the core. Most nights in the privacy he spent in his cabin, he would wonder what it might be like and feel like to hold your hand in his own. It soon comes to a point for Jack to scoff at you before finally walking away, it felt like forever for Jack to have watched you with Will Turner. At the last minute, you see from the corner of your eye Jack walking away from the two of you intending to go on the top deck of the Pearl. You watched him and quickly got up to follow from behind, wanting to confront him about watching you and Will Turner, wanting the truth.

You weren’t afraid to ask Jack Sparrow flat out, as doing so seemed to be a poor choice to make and could have an ugly outcome, but you went ahead and followed. Once Jack made it, you weren’t far behind and you were determined to figure out why he was watching you. However, Jack Sparrow doesn’t take notice of your presence until you spoke up, that having earned you a dirty look from the pirate you had fallen for. The first thought that came to mind was that maybe he was needing something from you and you didn’t pay him any attention.

“Did you need something?” You ask, looking back at him.

Jack doesn’t respond, so you continue with another question.

“Jack, what’s wrong?”

“Funny you should ask that, (Y/n).” He grumbles, now looking away.

“Pardon?”

“Get it together, (Y/n)! I’m not stupid, I saw the way you and Turner were looking at each other!”

That’s when the realization hit you, Jack Sparrow was jealous! You now understood why he was being hostile towards you… it was jealousy.

It was hard not to feel so amused by this, and you couldn’t help but let an amused expression take over. That was when you decided to tease him a little bit. Before you could however, he caught onto the amused look on your face and got a little upset.

“What?!” He barks.

“Nothing… it’s just that I think you’re cute when you’re jealous.” You playfully tease.

Jack was already upset and that response only added onto that, it only fueled him more, and more curtly.

“I have nothing to be jealous of!”

“Are you sure? Because you know I will figure it out later on and coming back to you with questions.”

Although silent, Jack Sparrow knew you were right and that’s when he needed to be honest because tomorrow never holds promises, tomorrow could even be too late. Jack spits the truth and rushed his words you barely picked up on enough to understand it was a love confession, that putting a smile on your face.

“Alright! Alright, I’ll tell ya! I like you a whole lot, in fact… I… love you.”

Looking back at him, you smile before leaning in to softly peck his cheek before confessing your own feelings.

“That’s good to hear because I love you too, Jack Sparrow.”

Once it was all out in open air, you both stood your ground as if you were frozen to it and just smiled at each other before Jack Sparrow leaning in close up to until your lips met, kissing felt like you were glued, not wanting to pull away from your first shared kiss.

Kissing you was the kiss Jack Sparrow has always wanted.

Just like that, you were now his property.

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@savvythepirate

Requests: OPEN

Tags: @princessofthornsandroses @justafairytailofinnocence @marsswann

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[ballsbalb]

so footy moodboards are acc like. really fun to make

look at this‼️‼️ i mades this‼️‼️ they’re so ‘hehe walk at night in the rain’ coded i’m sorry

i wanna do more of these. send me moodboard pairings pls 😩😩

#moodboard #requests wanted #no way i have found a thing that’s fun to do this is crazy #liverpool fc #trent alexander arnold #dominik szoboszlai

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Would anyone read fics for other fandoms, or at least expanding my character list? This is gonna sound random as fuck but I've fallen deep into my blink-182 obsession again since I saw them. Blink fans, would people read stuff for Tom Delonge...?

#like holy fuck #he's so hot #maybe i'll do it anyway #blink 182 #fanfic authors #requests wanted #requests open #tom delonge #mark hoppus #travis scott #blink #tomgirl #pop punk #Tom delonge x reader #mark hoppus x reader #blink 182 x reader

[kilibaggins]

You Me Friday Night | Tony Stark

tony stark x reader

A/N: i wrote this because i wanted to write short marvel fics really bad so I put the characters I write in a wheel and I put some prompts in a wheel and got tony stark and the prompt "You. Me. Friday Night." and I had SO MUCH FUN. anyway this is short and really fun! i hope you like it!

if you want something short like this, request it or you can do this little drabble event I have going on!

Word Count: 238

"You. Me. Friday night." Tony says, looking at you with a smirk on his lips. He's holding a wine glass out to you and you can't help but take it.

"Charming." You say, tilting your head. You smirk. "What if I say no?"

"Well, then, I'd have no choice but to bribe you with the promise of a really nice dinner and a chance to look at all of my suits." He says, raising an eyebrow at you. "You can't deny that's fascinating, can you?"

"I can deny whatever I'd like, handsome." You joke, a playful smile on your lips. His smirk turns into a smile and he laughs.

"Attractive and funny, I like it." He says, bold as ever. He gently puts an arm around your shoulders and leads you to the balcony of the Stark Tower. He leans against the railing and looks at you. "When was the last time you had some fun? Was it before Fury had you on a leash?"

"Leash? Please I do what I want when I want." You say, leaning closer into his personal space and smirking.

"Oh? So you'll go to dinner with me Friday then?"

"Who said you're what I want to do." You say, before playfully tapping his cheek with your hand and walking in the other direction, back inside, and back to the party. He stares after you with a wide smirk. Oh, he likes you.

#marvel #tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark x you #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #requests open #requests wanted

[thewritersaddictions]

(R) (Drabbles): Klaus Mikealson- Mate

Is it possible to be able to tell that you’re connected to someone before you even know it? Before you can tell that person feels the same way about you. It’s a cruel world to only find out after something horrible happens to them.

That’s the world that Klaus lived in, and he forever hated the way that life looked at him. Life itself loathed man and made everything a problem. Life here loathed Klaus Mikealson from the day he was born right up until now. 

He had seen you, from afar of course. stuck in a group of rather annoying people. Fucking Salvatores protecting their precious Elena, and her bunch of friends. There was code to this shit and Klaus believed that it.

Believed in the fact that there was always something in motion. He wanted the curse that had been laid upon him to be lifted.

 His father had made his life shitty. His werewolf side had been left dormant, left to side, and rustling within him. anger would boil over and it aches at every chance. 

You. 

He thought you were different, you made the ache go away in his chest. There was always a problem though that was just how life was for Klaus. That said the problem was that Klaus had already released his hybrid curse, he wanted more and more from the small town of Mystic Falls.

Homebound with everything that Klaus needed in order to bring more of his own kind to life. All he needed was a few very important things. 

A werewolf, A vampire, and finally a doppelganger. As always from the start of time there’s always been a price to each ritual, and for everything to go well something was taken away from the person performing it. 

He had let the curse run wild in Mystic Falls. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Klaus wanted a whole lot of things. He had known a few things, one that Elena was dead. That made things rather simple especially since he had Stefan back on his side.

Right there like his little errand boy. He wasn’t meant to keep staring at you from afar. He just loved the way you held yourself. Fuck it, if it wasn’t what was supposed to happen. 

He wanted to know more about you. He had already started his hybrid process. His hybrids were popping up everywhere. He hadn’t taken notice that you were getting ready to be changed, a werewolf at first and now here you were going to be changed into a hybrid. He watched with feet planted into the ground as your eyes changed and you were flipped from werewolf to hybrid.

Your own demeanor changed and the more he watched the more he wanted you. He was worried, scared even that he would not make it through the process but whatever was to happen he knew that he had to make his chance happen. 

From that point forward you were his and he was yours. Klaus made sure of that. 

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[lettucebee17]

For the writing request: both Idia and Azul seem to have self esteem issues in the very least in the game. Maybe something exploring that, if you don't mind? Doesn't have to be shipped, friends can support friends too:D

I've had this request in my inbox for over a month and I decide to finish it today when ao3 is down... :(

I wanted to get it to you anyway so I'll just post it on ao3 when it comes back.

Thank you for the request! I hope it is satisfactory!! It can be read romantically or platonically depending on your preference!

Requests are still open: the details are linked in my pinned post

Fic under the cut:

Idia Shroud was, definitively, not the kind of person who worried about other people. Then again, Azul Ashengrotto was not the kind of person to skip out on board game club without so much as a text. The latest Azul had ever been to a club meeting was three minutes, and that had been after texting Idia the exact details of why he’d be late (possibly even more details than Idia had wanted or needed). So, after waiting fifteen minutes for the other housewarden to show up, Idia started to pack up his own things. Of course, there were other members of the club that he could play games with, but he knew from prior experience that that was usually just more annoying than it was worth - not that he’d ever let Azul hear that.

It was most definitely not because he was worried that he took a more roundabout path toward the hall of mirrors as he left the clubroom. What reason would he even have to go looking for Azul? It wasn’t as if something would have happened. Besides, Azul could take care of himself even if something had.

Idia almost didn’t hear the talking coming from a nearby classroom over his own internal monologue. However, it was generally pretty easy to hear Kalim’s voice over anything. Although, Kalim’s voice on its own wouldn’t have stopped him - Floyd’s did that.

“C’mon Azul! Sea Otter just wants to see~!” Azul? Following the voices, Idia found himself standing at the open door of a classroom. Inside, he could see Kalim, Floyd, Riddle, and Ruggie gathered around Azul. His clubmate was leaning against a desk, clearly trying to look casual and composed, though his arms were wrapped tightly around his abdomen. Idia knew that stance - he’d practically invented it - but seeing it on Azul was foreign.

“I explicitly told you not to bring this up, Floyd.” Azul’s voice presented itself as confident and threatening, but Idia could hear it waver even from his place at the door. It was a wonder no one else could tell how uncomfortable he seemed - or maybe they just didn’t care.

“I have to admit, I’m curious to see your true form as well.” The arms around Azul’s middle tightened at Riddle’s comment. 

Idia Shroud was also, definitively, the kind of person who thought before he spoke. Unfortunately, he seemed to have thrown that fact out the window as he stepped further into the room, alerting the others of his presence.

“Um… Azul? Sry to interrupt… uh, could I er- could we talk about something?” He paused in his quiet stuttering as all five of them stared at him. “Not in here?”

Idia had to refrain himself from mirroring Azul’s uncomfortable stance as the octopus raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. He tried to smile, immediately regretting the grimace that graced his face instead. Azul tilted his head, speculatively, though his arms didn’t loosen from their protective spot around him. “Alright.”

Despite the mild protests from the other sophomores in the room, Azul extracted himself from his spot on the desk to follow after Idia as he left the classroom. As they walked, Idia dimly noted in the back of his head that Azul’s arms didn’t loosen from his abdomen. Azul quietly followed Idia into a different empty classroom at the end of the hall. Idia’s racing thoughts drowned out the uncomfortable silence that fell over them as they stood in the room.

“What did you need to talk about?” Idia startled out of his mind at the question, turning back to look at Azul again, who had resumed the exact same position he’d had in the other classroom, leaning against a desk. The tremor in his voice was more noticeable now without anyone louder to cover it up.

“Wut?” A wave of embarrassment washed over the older boy when he remembered the ruse he’d used to get Azul here in the first place, not even two minutes ago. “Oh. Nothing. You just looked like you’d wandered into a boss battle you were about ten levels too low for and I didn’t want you to get ganked…” Idia trailed off as Azul’s eyes narrowed further with each word he said. “You looked uncomfortable,” he amended.

Azul’s eyes widened minutely and his mouth fell slightly open before returning to their default settings just as quickly. The silence regained its grip on the room when Azul didn’t respond. Idia’s mouth skewed a bit further each time he glanced at Azul only to find the arms tightening more. Gathering all the determination he could muster within himself with a sigh, Idia unzipped the hoodie he wore over his uniform. He opened his mouth to say something, but it seemed that was where his determination ran out and he ended up staring at the floor while wordlessly holding the hoodie toward Azul. It wasn’t until he felt the weight lifting from his hand that he looked back up to find Azul’s confused face staring back at him from a tilted head.

“It helps with the…” He trailed off, raising one hand in a gesture that was indecipherable to anyone else except maybe Ortho. Luckily, Azul gave him a small nod and an affirmative hum before slipping his arms into Idia’s hoodie. 

With another uncomfortable sigh, Idia dropped his own arms heavily to his sides and spun around to lean against the desk next to Azul, perfectly content to let the silence linger over them. He felt bare in only his uniform dress shirt, but Azul’s arms had finally untangled him as he, instead, started rubbing at the material of the sleeves that fell down too far over his hands. Idia felt a small smile wash over his face at the sight of the oversized sweatshirt on his smaller friend. They stood there for a few minutes and Idia listened to Azul’s breath even out and watched his posture return to its usual state.

“Thanks.” There was still an uneasy vulnerability in Azul’s eyes as they locked onto Idia’s, but the softness of his voice put Idia’s own uneasiness to rest.

“Yeah, I mean… um, you’re welcome?” It wasn’t supposed to be a question, but Idia would take what he could get. And what he got was a tiny chuckle from Azul so he supposed that was fine. “I get it. I mean–! I don’t get it, get it. I obviously don’t know exactly what’s up with you… Not that there’s anything up with you, I just mean—” He cut himself off with a frustrated noise. “Why aren’t there dialogue options irl?”

“You’re doing fine.” Azul punctuated his statement by leaning over and bumping his shoulder gently into Idia’s with a soft smile, threatening to knock the taller boy to the floor. Regaining his balance, Idia let out a small, self-pitying laugh and returned Azul’s smile.

“You know, since we’re missing board game club…” Idia paused, briefly remembering that he usually liked to think before he spoke, especially when he was about to say things like the thing he was about to say. Azul’s head tilt reminded him why he was about to say it in the first place. “I have some games in my room if you wanted to…” The implication was all he could manage to get out before self-consciousness grasped his vocal chords again.

“Alright.” Golden eyes widened at the easy agreement as Azul straightened up, adjusting his glasses before tucking his hands in the pockets of Idia’s hoodie and heading toward the door, confident demeanor returning in full force, though he used his hands in the pockets to wrap the sweatshirt tighter around him. Idia briefly wished he could do the same, having given his precious self-esteem buff to Azul. But, he had plenty of sweatshirts back in his room, he could tough it out for fifteen minutes or so if it meant Azul wasn’t shrinking in on himself anymore.

“Alright.” The older boy repeated Azul’s statement to himself as he followed the octopus out the door again, not mentioning when Azul took a longer path to the hall of mirrors to avoid the classroom Idia had found him in.

As they walked, Idia’s thoughts took the opportunity to run rampant once again. Floyd had been one of the people causing Azul to feel that way. Idia had thought Floyd was one of Azul’s closest friends. If Floyd caused the problem, did that mean Azul didn’t have anyone to talk to when he got like that? Idia couldn’t imagine either of the twins being any sort of comfort to anxiety. He knew he wasn’t one to talk, but at least he had Ortho when things got too bad. What did Azul do? Hide in his room until it went away?

“Idia.” He must have gotten too lost in his thoughts. When had they arrived at the Ignihyde mirror and why was Azul looking at him with that much concern? “I’m okay.”

“I know that. But, if you ever…” He paused. “If you ever need someone to, I don’t know, talk to? I’m… here, I guess.”

Azul chuckled. “I could say the same thing to you, you know?”

“Fair enough.” Idia Shroud was, definitely, not the kind of person who worried about other people. Then again, he also wasn’t the kind of person to give his hoodie to someone else, so he supposed he was throwing a lot of facts out the window today.

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[the-tales-of-ren]

Requests! ⚠️

ATTENTION…!!!

I really need your requests/ideas! My brain is completely is empty of ideas and I need your help!

Ideas are appreciated and feel free to send as many as you’d like! My requests/ask box is ALWAYS open!!! I’m having a big surgery soon and I need a distraction!

Pretty please!!

❤️

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[hero-of-fortune]

if anyone has any linked universe or zelda doodle requests hmu im going on a plane ride and need something to do :)

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[roll-of-royces]

HC: Rafe Adler In a Relationship

He remembers the little things about you, if anyone asks of course he knows your favorite color, comfort food, the amount of blankets you prefer to sleep with at night

He's jealous, you belong to him, he earned you. No one else can come up on what he has, but he doesn't take it out on you he takes it out on them.

Rafe will dress up just because he knows you like it. No he didn't need to wear a suit today, but the way your eyes lit up when he buttoned his shirt said it all.

He likes to whisper his dreams to you, his hopes, and fears in the low moonlight in your shared bed. This is where he is most vulnerable.

You are constantly given little gifts, some expensive and some not. If he's out and about and sees something that makes him think of you he buys it.

When possible he matches his outfit with yours, it might be something simple like a tie clip or cuff links but he likes when you match.

Rafe's money is your money, he's stingy with everyone but you. If you want a new car, go out and buy one. He'll pay.

Any gift you give him will be used and appreciated. New watch? He wears it every day. Painting? It's in his office.

When he's bored in work meetings he pretends to be doing something on his laptop just so he can send you random messages about how much better the meeting would be if you were there.

The man has a LEGAL TEAM, it's now your legal team. If you ever wanted to sue someone you certainly could now.

He takes you with him wherever he travels. Rafe can't stomach the idea of being away from you for too long.

Not only is he possessive, he's protective. He will beat a man for grazing your ass.

Would he kill for you? Legally, no. Actually, yes.

Rafe makes your cup of coffee every morning while he is making his own.

His phone is full of pictures of you or the two of you together. You found a folder dedicated to your legs alone.

If you two are separated he calls you, sitting on the other end even in silence just so you can be together.

The discourse between his family has led him to cling to you. You are the first person he has ever been able to be vulnerable around.

Rafe calls you all sorts of nicknames but he particularly likes doll, darlin, and honey.

He's not a cuddler in bed but he does like to keep a hand on you, resting on your waist, your wrist, your back. A reminder that you are there.

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[ccspostagebox]

Requests are closed!

Howdy y'all.

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What I WILL do:

Fluff.

SFW romance (+ platonic relationships).

Hurt/comfort.

Hurt, no comfort.

Shitpost doodles.

Anthropomorphic. (Is that how you spell it? Apologies if not, do tell me.)

Pairings. (Basil + Ratigan, Eddie + Frank, etc. Please state whether or not platonic or romantic in requests.)

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What I will NOT do:

NSFW. (Goes without saying. I am a minor.)

Any hateful propaganda. (Nazis, racism, etc.)

No fetish content.

No problematic content. (Zoos, MAPs, etc.)

Nothing overly complex. (Not anything like,, comic-book worthy or tv show worthy drawings, you know? Only so much I can do.)

No problematic pairings. (Adult x minor, family x family, etc.)

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What fandoms/things I can draw for:

Welcome Home

Orion And The Dark (Don't think I've forgotten about y'all /pos.)

The Great Mouse Detective

OCs. (But please no explicit ones, please.)

Baldur's Gate 3.

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How to request:

You can DM me on this app or on ask function. For OCs, I will need a short basis of what their personality is like and their reference sheet so I do not get it confused.

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Thank you for reading.

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[plussizefantasia]

Shaggy and Velma

Flufftober Day 25: Costume Party

Peter Parker x f!reader

Word Count 1.0k

AN: I have officially finished writing all of my prompts for Flufftober, I'll be proofreading the last few before I post them. The problem is, I've really enjoyed all the writing I've been doing and how much everyone has liked my stories. So I want to ask for some requests that I can write after my short break! If you could send a request that would be amazing. As always, Reblogs and Feedback are really appreciated, and I'll see y'all tomorrow!

divider credit @royallaesthetics

“I am not wearing that.” You deadpanned at Peter who was smiling toothily at you. In his hands, he held one of those awful foam costumes, a matching set. “I am not wearing a piece of foam that makes me look like jelly on toast, not to a party.” You didn’t think that gaveling a couple's costume was a bad idea you thought it might be fun but you drew the line at food.

“C’mon Babe, match with me.” He encoded his strongest pair of puppy dog eyes and aimed them right at you.

“I will match with you, just not as PB and J” you laughed. “What about Shaggy and Velma.”

“Who would be who?” He asked.

“We’ll you’re the smart one so you’ll probably be Velma and I look good in green so I’ll be shaggy.” You shrugged.

“Do they even make male Velma costumes?” Peter began scanning the store for a gender-bent version of the character. 

“Probably not but we could always go to the thrift store.” You suggested

And so you did, two hours and the thrift shops later you had your costumes for the costume party on the NYC campus that your roommate had invited you to.

Parties weren’t your thing but when you had told Peter about it, he had gotten excited. “I’ve never been to a college party, or a Halloween party, or any kind of party that wasn’t a birthday party.” So you cast aside your desire for a cozy night in with your boyfriend, watching movies in spooky pajamas and eating candy that you go from the gas station. You went costume shopping with your dork and basked in the joy that radiated from him all day.

Now, the two of you were about a block away from the party, you’d decided to walk, partially because you didn’t have a car and partially because you wanted to be able to check out other people’s costumes on the way. “Do you think people will know who we are?” Peter asked you. You looked down at yourself, wearing a short corduroy mini skirt and a green top tucked into the waistband, along with a pair of old brown dress shoes you usually saved for special and formal occasions. Then your gaze landed on Peter, you were surprised that you had found the orange turtleneck right away but it fit him well. He also wore a pair of red jeans that you had to force him into a pair of glasses that you popped the lenses out of.

“I’m sure baby, we’re killing it right now.”

“We are, aren’t we?” Peters's voice got soft and he looked at you. He placed a kiss on your temple and kept walking. 

When you arrived at the warehouse the party was at, it was obvious that most of the people there were not in college. Party crashes weren’t rare, but it did mean that Peter would need to keep a close eye on you. This many strangers in one place was bound to be trouble. You had made him promise that he wouldn’t be Spider-Man tonight, that was your condition for going to the party at all.

“I’m not going if you’re going to have to race out of there right away and leave me there.” He agreed it was fair after all, you hadn’t wanted to go, so leaving you alone wasn’t the nicest thing he could do.

So instead, he danced with you, he held you close and he laughed with you when you saw funny costumes. Multiple people complimented you on the outfits you were wearing and every time it happened you watched Peter perk up just a little bit.

As the night wore on, you got a little sloppier, not drunk. You wouldn’t get wasted when you were so keenly aware of how many people you didn’t know and how far from home you were. But you were loose and Peter wasn’t. It’s not like he didn’t have anything to drink, he just metabolized it way too fast.

By three a.m. the party still hadn’t wound down, but as Peter watched you yawn and lean on him a little more than usual he decided that it was time to go.

“Wanna go home, babe? Put in our PJs and watch a movie?” You eagerly nodded and grabbed onto his hand. 

It wasn’t easy getting you home, you seemed to trip on every little thing and had a serious case of the giggles but eventually the two of you made it back to his apartment. Peter helped you up the stairs and in past his door. When your eyes landed on his couch you groaned pleasantly and flopped down onto it. Burying your head in the throw pillows you had bought.

“C’mon babe, we gotta brush our teeth and change into PJs”

“Don’t wanna, comfortable”

“I know babe, but you’ll be mad at me tomorrow for not making you do some sort of routine.”

Even tipsy you knew that you would want to take off your makeup before you went to bed, so even though you groaned and whined the whole time, you let Peter help you take your makeup off, and brush your teeth and hair. 

Peter gently guided you into the bedroom where he pulled out the Halloween PJs you had bought for the two of you before you knew that you were going to the party. He helped you into them, his eyes never starting from your face as he did.

When all your routines were done and you were ready for bed, Peter pulled you to his side and kissed your head like he always did before you fell asleep.

“Thank you for coming with me Shaggy,” you laughed.

“You’re welcome, Velma” was your deeply sleepy response, as soon as the words left your mouth, your eyes shut and you fell asleep immediately.

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[savvythepirate]

Pirate at heart

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @skyraysstuff

The Request:

Hi. I really like your works and was wondering if you could do one with Will turner x reader where she’s a pirate, and she saves Elizabeth from drowning in the first movie. There also best friends with Jack, and will didn’t know there a pirate.

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Despite of your friendship with Will Turner being tighter than ever, you still took the same route and followed your friend, Jack Sparrow to what the seas had to offer.

In the beginning, others would find it hard to believe you were a pirate, it would make it a little difficult for them to have that process in their minds until you mention of your pirate friend Jack Sparrow, that gives them more of a clear view on who you really are at heart. But unlike Jack Sparrow, you are more likable and are adored by many. Over your travels at sea, you had more friends than you did enemies and if you’re able, it was almost easy for you to make those enemies into friends.

Aside from that, there had been countless times where you have gotten Jack out of trouble. On a rather sunny day, you were having a conversation with Jack about the destination you both intended on going while arguing about the fact that of bringing Will Turner on this next great adventure when a commotion from behind you rises. It begins when a splash is heard and is followed by the sound of the people around crying out that a young lady had just fallen into the waters below and someone had to save her before something happens to a bad situation much worse. Although Jack was prepared to go in and save the lady who had just fallen, you got to it before he he could, jumping off into the waters and following the young lady before the strong and unforgiving current drags her further away. Right as you made that jump, you hear Jack calling out for you and Will Turner as he had watched not far from where you stood.

Both Will Turner and Jack Sparrow released a breath of relief none of which knew they were holding while watching everything unfold before them and as you got Elizabeth safely out of the waters. Not long after Elizabeth seemed to be just fine, the two of you begin talking and become quick friends. Throughout one of your chatting sessions, you mention how you travel the seas with best friend, Jack Sparrow and what life was like between you and Will Turner. Elizabeth was quite surprised to learn that you were a pirate, but that didn’t do any damage to your new friendship. Will Turner had a feeling of you becoming a pirate as it was one of the worst things you could do in your hometown, it could mean leading you to the penalty of death, sentenced to hanged.

Let’s just say that by the end of the day, Will Turner realizes he has more questions than ever before, and is prepared to go through them with you, weather you wanted to or not, it was going to happen. As well as it did. Of course you were honest about everything, you made sure of it. That conversation brought you both closer than unexpected.

But that was a good thing as it only felt right.

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@savvythepirate

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[ellssbellss]

Lavender Roses ~ Kyoya Ootori X Reader

pairing- Kyoya Ootori x Reader

In which a rational head hides a generous heart, but you have always known how to see past his walls and help him bloom into the gorgeous rose he is.

Enjoy a slow burn between an honor student and our beloved glasses character!

summary: You were almost impressed at their acting skills. If they weren’t such a pain in your ass. 

word count: 9.7k

legend:

(f/a) = favorite anime

(f/s) = favorite scent

see masterlist!: masterlist

taglist: @abbysblogsstuff @sunukissed @kisskissshutmydoor @idonia-dovahkiin 

The Twins Fight! (pt. 2)

Splotches of pink hair dye surround you as orange hair rakes through your gloved fingers, transforming from a deep ginger to a bright shade of bubble-gum. You heave another frustrated sigh as Hikaru once again turns his head from his seat below you in favor of telling you about this anime he has started watching recently. You sit on the bed above him as he rants about dragon-slayers and how the character had the same color hair as the dye splattered onto your fingers. 

“Hikaru, I need you to stay still, or else this won’t be even.” You interrupt him in the middle of his sentence, and he pouts and sharply turns back to the front of his room. It wasn’t like anything you had expected a teenage boy’s room would look like. It was clean, surfaces sparkling from their marble surfaces and the duvet on the queen sized bed was kept a pristine white. Nothing was scattered across the sheep’s wool carpet, and every one of their possessions had a place. It was obvious their maids were incredibly thorough, but there were still little figurines and color patterns that made this room unique to the brothers, orange and blue accenting everything it could find. 

“Whatever. You clearly weren’t even listening anyways.” His gravelly voice states, arms crossing over his bare torso. You both opted for the ‘shirt off’ approach so that none of the dye accidentally stained one of the immensely expensive clothes his mother designed. 

“This Natsu guy was your inspo for your hair color?” You ask, disproving his statement.

You can feel his face twitch slightly at being proven wrong. You laugh a little at his immaturity as he gives you the silent treatment. “You can talk. You just can’t be flopping around like a fucking fish.”

Ever the defiant twin, Hikaru shakes his shoulders, rolling them back and forth, imitating a koi fish that has leaped out of its pond. It rains pink dye as he messes around, and you suddenly want to kill him.

You throw your hands up so as to not get any dye where it doesn’t belong and wait for Hikaru’s poor impulse control to settle. 

“I hate you.” You groan as his whipping hair showers droplets of pink onto your leggings. He turns around and puts a hand to his mouth, poorly covering up his snickering laugh. 

In retaliation, you take the brush you were using to spread the dye over his strands and make one short swipe down the middle of his back. 

“h-HEY WHAT THE FF-” Shivering from the sudden coldness on his skin, Hikaru stands up quickly, turning around his left shoulder over and over again in order to get a good look at his graffitied back. Despite his best efforts, he was just spinning in circles. 

Belly laughs came from deep within you as you watched him resemble a dog chasing his own tail, his hair split down the middle with orange and pink. The mischievous twin stopped at your laughter and deadpanned at you, only making you laugh harder.

“Oh-Oh my god!” You try to speak through your absolute guffaws. “You look so stupid, hA!” 

“You’re literally the worst person I know.” His gravelly voice spouts an insult into deaf ears, as you were still too occupied by giggles to even care. 

As your laughter died down, the door opened, the creaking noise distracting you from the annoyed twin. 

Kaoru walks into the room, a plastic shower cap wrapped tightly around his head. He walks out holding his phone. The timer on the screen is going off, his favorite song playing lightly out the speakers. 

“(Y/n), can I wash this stuff out now? It burns.” He goes to fidget with the clear cap, spinning it around his newly dyed hair, the blue complimenting his golden eyes. 

“In a second, Kaoru, I need to do Hikaru’s otherside.” 

The sneakier twin pouts as he fully walks into the room. Kaoru’s eyes are drawn to his brother’s back, seeing it stained with pink. He lets out a laugh similar to the one he expressed in the club room this morning, his shoulders shaking with each breath. 

“Oh wow, Hikaru, love the new look.” A mocking tone laces his higher pitched voice, making Hikaru roll his eyes. 

“Like you have room to talk, nerd. Who would choose blue over pink?” 

“Blue is better than pink by far, you asshole, everyone knows that.” 

Hikaru scoffs and turns to face his brother head on. “Since when? I don’t know Kaoru, it seems that ever since you decided to dye your hair, you’ve somehow gotten even more stupid than before.”

Kaoru growls as he stomps closer to his brother. “You’re the stupid one! Who the fuck only dyes half their head?”

Hikaru matches his brother’s annoyance. “(Y/n) hasn’t finished it yet! And it’s going to look even better than yours when she’s done. Ya know why? Cause it’s pink!”

“Blue is better!” Kaoru steps even closer.

“No, it’s pink!” They are nearly nose to nose now.

“Blue!”

“Pink!”

You calmly raise a finger as you watch them argue. “Have you guys ever seen Sleeping Beauty?”

“Shut up!” They shout in unison, their adrenaline carrying over to you. 

Your hands fly up to a surrender position, not wanting to be brought into the middle of anything. “Shutting up.”

They continue to argue back and forth. You rest your head on your wrist, careful of the pink and blue dye on your fingertips. They’ve been arguing ever since you got here. They fought over who would answer the door, who would get their head dyed first, and how long the dye should stay on for. It was so aggressive and over the simplest of things, almost as if coming from nowhere. Like they were looking for something to fight about. 

When Kaoru asked you to come over to their house to help him with his hair, you thought you might be able to act as a mediator and help them work through whatever was going on between them. But then Hikaru wanted to piggyback onto Kaoru’s hair dye idea, and when you couldn’t dissolve that conflict, you knew you were an under qualified buffer for the two of them.

A ringtone rang through their bickering. They both froze in the middle of intense stances to turn to your phone vibrating on one of their nightstands. You hold your hand up in a ‘one-moment’ formation and walk over to check who it was. 

The twins watch in frustrated silence as your face lights up from seeing the caller ID. The light off the screen shines upon a soft but bright smile, the grin reaching all the way to your eyes. 

“Hey Kyoya.” Your smile only grows wider at his name, and their eyes squint in suspicion. You nod your head along to your conversation. Sometimes you compliment him, sometimes you bit your lip, sometimes your fingers even twiddle with the ends of your hair. They look back at each other with a knowing look, rolling their eyes in the process. 

“Yeah, no, that’s what I was thinking.” You speak into the receiver, your voice taking a delicate, calm tone as you speak to their director. Their assumptions are only confirmed when you laugh at something the Shadow King said on the other end. 

To them, there was only one reason that anyone would think Kyoya-senpai was funny. 

“Okay, yeah, bye. I’ll see you tomorrow.” There might as well have been a heart emoji plastered at the end of your words with the way a sigh unknowingly passed through your lips as you ended the call. 

They almost gagged as you looked like you were riding on air from just hearing his voice, dazed and zoned out in your own little fantasy. 

“Who was that, (Y/n)?” Hikaru and Kaoru speak in unison in a monotone voice, their eyes sliding to each other and back to you. 

Snapping out of it, you turn to them once more and smile slightly before standing and dusting yourself off. “It was Kyoya. He was just asking about our project.” You sigh, and the twins could swear there was romantic glitter shuffling off your shoulders. 

“You ready to get rinsed?” You say, turning to the twin with the shower cap. 

Kaoru nods and follows you out of his room, but not without turning back to his brother. A silent conversation passes between them as they meet eyes  before he disappears through the doorway. 

Find out what she’s hiding. 

“Is that too cold?” You say, taking one of the hand held shower spouts and aiming it towards Kaoru’s hairline, water cascading down his hair and dripping off the ends. 

“No, that feels fine.” Kaoru closes his eyes and sighs, enjoying the feeling of your fingers twining through his hair and the lukewarm water on his scalp. 

He nearly forgot his mission. 

Peaking one eye open, he decides to go for a more subtle approach.  

“(Y/n)?”

“Hmm?” You hum, concentrating on the task in front of you. 

“Have you ever liked someone?” 

At his question, you give him a side eye as you work more towards the back of his head. Shrugging, you don’t really think about it too hard. 

“I mean, yeah. I’m pretty sure everyone has.” You chew on the inside of your cheek awkwardly, not wanting to shoot down this abrupt change of topic in case it was something Kaoru needed to get off his chest. “What about you?”

The blue-haired twin can’t really shake his head from his posture on the rim of the bathtub, his bare back pressed against the porcelain as he leans his head back over the rim, allowing the stained water to rush straight to the drain. 

“Nah, not really.” He tries his vulnerability tactic, hoping that it will pull on your heartstrings and push open the drawbridge to the secret you’re so clearly hiding from them. “I mean, it’s always been Hikaru and I for as long as I can remember. We didn’t have a lot of time for anyone else.”

You nod, and he sees a sympathetic look crease your face. Good. 

He sighs, “But now that we’re fighting, I was thinking of branching out a little bit more. Finding someone else to take the asshole’s place.”

You roll over your reply in your head a million times, trying to find the right words between ‘yes, broaden your horizons’ and ‘but your brother is your best friend for a reason.’ But before you could say anything else, Kaoru directs your thoughts with another question. 

He tries again. 

“Do you like anybody?” 

You freeze your movements and turn to him fully. 

“Uh, no? Why?” 

Kaoru raises an eyebrow, and when you motion for him to sit up from the edge of the bathtub, he keeps his stare as he slowly leans forward, sitting in a criss-cross position in front of you as you kneel on the opposite side.

Your pupils scan him accusingly as he sits, and you notice his eyes widen a little too much to keep up his nonchalant, innocent façade. 

You roll your eyes as you throw a towel at him, figuring out why his questions were so sudden and direct.

“You really got to work on your act, Kaoru.” You say as he freezes with the towel in his hands. He huffs when he realizes you found him out. “What do you already know?”

You study him as a small smirk plays on Kaoru’s face as he sucks on his tongue, trying to choose the words that won’t scare you off right away. He raises the towel to the top of his head to begin to dry his hair. 

“Nothing, yet. Is there something that I should know?” 

You give him a ‘really?’ look as he stays true to his character, keeping his cards close to his chest. 

You hum a light note, busying yourself with packing up the dye and throwing away the stained plastic gloves. 

“No. I guess if you haven’t figured it out yet, then there isn’t.” You squint your eyes at him as he towel dries his hair, and suddenly you two are at a standoff. 

This wasn’t uncommon, the two of you waiting for the other to crack. Kaoru’s patience was miles long compared to Hikaru’s, and you both could go days beating around the bush and acting like you know nothing, until the other breaks. 

It was petty, but that was one thing you and the twin had in common. 

His jaw clicks once more before shrugging and standing to hang the towel on the rack posted on the wall and grabbing his shirt that hung right next to it. 

Kaoru looks at you once again and holds his hand out, offering to lift you up from your position on the pristine tile. 

“I guess there isn’t.” He says, and another smirk slithers onto his lips. 

You take a deep breath as you accept his hand, knowing that he sees right through you. His patience drives his technique, letting you slowly open up to him second by second, like a hunter watching its prey. It was a different kind of slyness compared to Hikaru’s, but it was slyness nonetheless. 

You and Kaoru go to walk out the door, but when you open it, Hikaru trips into your view, the door that he was just leaning on swinging out from under him. 

This motivates another eye-roll from you as you make eye-contact with Kaoru. “Were you eavesdropping, Hikaru?”

Having caught himself, and still only half his hair dyed, Hikaru gives you a brief ‘caught-with-his-hand-in-the-cookie-jar’ look before going back to his usual visage. 

“Whatever.” He says, and completely walks away from the two of you, crossing his arms as he re enters his bedroom. 

“So you know nothing, then?” You ask Kaoru fleetingly as you pass him, following Hikaru into their space. 

Kaoru grumbles at Hikaru’s stupidity as he follows you. 

You laugh as you walk, their failed plan to catch whatever they were trying to get out of you clearly failing right before your eyes. 

But that’s when you got to thinking: since when were they making plans together? 

“Hold on.” You spin once you are fully back into the room, both boys who fell into step behind you freezing in their place as you point at them.

“Did you two just work together on some sort of scheme, or whatever? Some sort of set up?”

Still frozen, they look at eachother, then back at you before taking a step to either side, growing the distance between them. 

“After a whole day of fighting, did you two just coordinate?”

Mirroring each other, they both spin, turning their backs to the other twin and raising their chin in disgust. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You groan as their voices blend into another perfect unison, confusion utterly apparent in your expression. “One minute, you're at each other's throats. Next, you’re conspiring together on how to mess with me. Can one of you tell me what the fuck is going on?”

Hikaru and Kaoru both chew over your question as they each take a look over their shoulder at the other. Twin telepathy happens right before your eyes as they come back close together, an arm wrapping over a shoulder, while another comes behind a hip. 

“We will tell you our little secret, but only if you tell us yours.”

An exasperated exhale falls out of your mouth as you look at the irritating boys in front of you. 

You deny them immediately. “Absolutely not.” 

But they didn’t let up. 

Immediately, the twins joined you on the bed that you sat upon, resting their heads on your shoulder, and you whined as you felt Kaoru’s dripping wet hair and Hikaru’s fresh dye soak into one of your favorite t-shirts. 

“Tell us, (Y/n).” They pleaded, and you swore they batted their eyelashes.

“Get off of me.” You stood, knocking them away from you as you paced. “Why would I tell the two of you who I have a crush on?”

“Ah ha!” Hikaru jumps from his spot and points an accusing finger in your direction. 

“So you do have a crush on someone!” Kaoru finishes, mirroring his brother’s position. 

A blush runs to your cheeks when you realize what you just admitted. “Okay fine! But it’s none of your business who it is!” 

“Tell us, tell us, tell us…” They begin to chant repeatedly as you become more and more annoyed with their immature antics. Can’t they just let you have one thing to yourself?

“I’m not telling you guys anything.”

A sigh emits from the boys. “Then I guess..” Hikaru starts.

“You’ll never know.” Kaoru finishes as they each cast a fake sympathetic gaze, looking at you like you were a poor soul. 

You scoff and brush past them. If they didn’t want to tell you, fine. That kind of line might’ve worked on Tamaki, but you were better than that. 

“Forget it. Here.” You reach over to grab the remote to the TV, being careful not to touch it too much and stain it with the dye on your fingers. “Let’s keep watching (f/a). What episode were we on?”

“We don’t want to watch anything, (Y/n).” Hikaru whines.

“We just want you to tell us.” Kaoru finishes, sulking as they make their way towards you once more. You are sat on the edge of the bed now as they look down at you. 

“You can trust us, ya know.” Hikaru grumbles from your right, half his hair still wet from the processing dye job you haven’t been able to complete. 

“It’s not like we are gonna tell anybody.” Kaoru puts a hand on your shoulder in earnest, but you squint your eyes at them, not sure if you can trust them or not. 

Of course you could trust them. No matter how much they annoy you, Hikaru and Kaoru have always been in your corner. No one else could irritatingly terrorize you but them. That was what they always said. 

You grasp your bottom lip in between your teeth, breaking your gaze from the twins and zoning out on the wall behind them as you roll over how you could turn this around. You did want to tell them, but only for the greater good. 

The greater good. A smirk develops on your face as you glance back up at the boys, and their genuine looks turn into something cautious. 

“How badly do you wanna know, hm?” You ask, leaning forward slightly, an eyebrow arching on your forehead as your canines peek out from behind your mouth.

“Bad enough to share your secret first? Before hearing mine?”

Both their chests hitched, air caught in their throats at your proposal. You just gave them a bet where there wasn’t a 100 percent chance of winning. There was no guarantee that you weren’t going to leave them hanging after giving away the plan that they have been playing out for the past 24 hours. There was nothing stopping you from blowing their cover, or using it as blackmail, all without giving them a single hint of what you had promised.

They would know. They’ve done it before. 

To you. 

“Awe, c’mon guys.” You nearly laugh at their calculating expressions as you parrot their persuasions back to them. “You can trust me, ya know.” 

Hikaru and Kaoru both deadpan at you, before looking at each other, connecting their twin-telepathy once more. 

“And there is no other way…” Kaoru starts, giving you another displeased look.

“...That we can get you to talk?” Hikaru ends, sighing out an annoyed exhale.

“Nope.” You reply as you shake your head, popping the ‘p’.

A clothed Kaoru and a shirtless Hikaru seem to weigh it more in their minds before sighing and sitting down next to you.

The bed creaked as they settled on either side of you. You gave them each an expectant look as they prepared their statements.

“It’s not a big deal or anything.” Hikaru prepped you for the news, and at this point, you knew exactly what was coming. 

“We’re faking the fight going on between us.” Kaoru admitted nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. 

Your jaw clicked as you exhaled another sigh, letting your head tilt back so much so that you inevitably flopped onto the comforter behind you. 

The twins leaned back onto their palms while you groaned. “I really hoped I was wrong.” You looked at both of them as they chuckled at your defeat. “I mean, of course I’m right, but I really hoped I wasn’t.” 

You flop your hands out in front of you as a way to punctuate your next question. “But why?”

They meet eyes before shrugging their shoulders and looking down at you again. “Meh, we were bored. It’s been fun so far.” Another groan emits from your throat as you put your hands over your face. 

“We’re surprised you didn’t catch on sooner.” Kaoru said as he opted for laying on the bed, propping his head up with an elbow as to not let his freshly dyed hair stain his duvet.

“Yeah,” Hikaru followed, mirroring his brother’s position, “seems like you’re kinda dense when you’re distracted by someone else.” A ginger eyebrow arches over a golden eye as Hikaru gives you the perfect segway to hold up your end of the deal. 

A strained look is apparent in your features as you actually consider just up and leaving the bedroom altogether. But that would break a trust deeper than some stupid crush, and that’s not something you were really willing to lose.

“Fine…” You cross your hands behind your head, stretching to prepare for your confession.

“I have a teensy, tiny, itty bitty, completely temporary crush on Kyoya.” 

You close your eyes immediately after speaking the ravenete’s name, wincing as you feel the bed shift around you as the twins process your news. 

But, when you open your eyes again, the twins are looking down at you with soft simpers. 

“Yeah, no shit, (Y/n).” Hikaru says, laughing at your confused expression. 

Kaoru is chuckling along with him. “We kinda gathered that.”

Your mouth opens and closes, but no sounds come out except an occasional bewildered squeak as the boys stretch themselves back into a seated position. 

You whip up, feeling completely betrayed. 

“You knew already? Why did you make me confess, then?” 

Laughing once more, they both turn towards you, pointing at you in a way that younger siblings tease their older sister. “Because look how much you’re blushing!”

A dry whine escapes from your lips as you slap your palms onto your cheeks, proving the twins were right as you feel heat on your cheeks. 

“You guys are the worst.” You moan, but a small smile escapes you from their antics. 

Their laughter dies down as they sit back down next to you, bumping their shoulders with yours as you hide in embarrassment. 

“It’s cute though.” Kaoru assures you, making you look up from your fingers and turn to your right. 

“Yeah, now that I think about it.” Hikaru points a finger up in the air as you turn to the left. “You and Kyoya together actually makes sense.” 

“You really think so?” A gentle, anxious expression takes over your features, and the twins giggle. They swing their arms over your shoulders, giving you a bear hug as you're sandwiched between them. 

“Of course!” Their antics cause you to laugh as well, and the air feels lighter around you as your friendship grows even closer than it was. 

A grateful grin glides over your cheekbones as you look at them, and you’re reminded why they are your chosen family. 

You get a glimpse of ginger hair and you remember why you were invited over here in the first place.

You playfully shake them off. “Ew, gross, get off of me.” Chuckling through your words, you reach behind Hikaru to grab the discarded bowl and brush. “Go ahead and sit down, Hikaru.” You say as you gesture to the floor in front of you. “I still have to do your otherside. With that split dye, you look like an off brand Todoroki.” 

Hikaru’s mouth twists into a frown as Kaoru chuckles. He shoves his brother before making his way back in front of you, rolling the tension out of his shoulders as he still feels the coolness of the dye on his back from where you brushed it onto him.

“Fuck you, bro.” He mumbles as he settles, and you and Kaoru laugh again. The atmosphere becomes lighter as Kaoru picks up the remote. 

Shaking his head, Hikaru pulls his knees to his chest, elbows circling his calves and pulling them closer. Kaoru sits next to him, copying his brother’s position.

Kaoru presses play, and you slowly brush the bright pink onto Hikaru’s scalp, smiling a little. As the twins’ shoulders touched, you realized it was nice to see them sit together again. Be normal again. 

And so, as you all watched the anime and secretly stained each other with pink and blue dye, there were a few moments of peace. A rare thing in the Hitachiian household. 

Walking alone to the cafeteria was a weird experience for you. Sometimes, you and Haruhi would meet up and eat lunch in the music room. Or you, Honey, and Mori would group up before walking down the cafeteria. Other times, Kyoya would be waiting outside of your classroom and walk you down to the refectory himself so that he has time to go over the bills and the numbers with you before the club meets in the afternoon.

But, because you had stayed late in one of the computer labs to work on the coding for your up and coming invention, it left you no time to catch up with any of the club members as they made their usual way to the cafeteria. You just hoped Kyoya had gotten your message about running late. 

You pushed open the large, wooden doors to the cafeteria. This refectory was built with such an elegant intention, the sparkling peach tile paired with white pillars and molding. The dishes that were served with the lunches were made out of decorated porcelain, and the students here were literally fed with silver spoons.

Such a delicate, graceful place. 

So how in the world was it so chaotic?

Your flinch as a bowl of soup flies past you and crashes against the wall.

And just as you try and face whatever madness is going on in front of you, your face is suddenly covered in icing as cake splats across it. 

Oh. My. God.

Even though you can’t see due to the icing that is covering your face, you still feel the presence of five hosts suddenly appearing in front of you. You stand frozen as they watch you, holding your boxed lunch in front of you with bits of dessert slowly drooping from your head onto the tile below you. 

“Oh, you poor thing.” Tamaki’s voice resonates as hands grasp your shoulders and turn you slightly to the left. 

“What the hell is going on?” As you open your mouth to talk, strings of icing form as you part your lips, the sugar falling onto your tongue. 

“(N/n)-chan! You have to stop them, they’ve gone crazy! I tried to offer them cake, but I didn’t know who wanted the strawberry, and they got mad at meee~!” You heard the tears in Honey’s eyes and your eyebrows crinkle in confusion and sympathy.

“Who’s ‘them’?” You ask, but, unfortunately, you already know the answer. 

“The twins. They are still fighting.” Mori’s deep voice echos against the formerly pristine walls of the refectory. The same pair of hands that were originally on your shoulders, cradle the right side of your face as another wipes something over one of your eyes. 

Of course the twins would start a literal food fight in one of the most public places to make a scene. 

Last night, you were sworn to secrecy on grounds of both trust and blackmail. If you told your friends that it was all an act before they were ready to give it up, the brothers had full freedom to tell your secret to anyone they wanted, even Kyoya himself. 

The very thought made dread take over your entire body. 

Speaking of the ravenet, as your vision is restored when the icing is wiped away, gray eyes focus in front of you. Kyoya switches to your chin and your forehead, using one of his pocket squares to clear the most vital aspects of your face, still holding your face with his fingers.

“Because this square is made out of silk,” he begins, cupping the ball of icing that was accumulated from the accident into his palm, the pocket square becoming the only barrier between his skin and the chunks of pound cake. “It wasn’t really all that absorbent. The icing is still smeared every which way.” Kyoya gives you another observing glance, trying to see if he at least got most of it out of the way. His smirk turns into an amused one when he takes in your sugar-covered state. 

“But at least you are able to see.” With another charmed look, he folds his pocket square up and you’re alarmed to watch him throw it away. Only he could be so okay with ruining such an expensive piece of fabric like it’s nothing. 

Bringing a hand up to your face, you touch your cheek to still feel a film of the icing on your skin, but most of it was cleaned by the Ootori son.

He meets your eyes again, and something courageous sturs in him as he makes a horrible pun. “Looking sweeter than usual.” 

“Thank you, Kyoya.” Your heart warms at his words as you laugh slightly, but your attention is quickly grabbed by the noodles that whiz past your head.

“Here, Tamaki, can you hold this? It seems there is a situation that needs to be taken care of.” You shove your boxed lunch into his arms and march towards the twins. Unbeknownst to you, Tamaki’s eyes glaze over as he stares at your wrapped box, and then they glance at Haruhi’s, whose lunch looks almost identical to yours. 

She was the one who taught you how to make them, after all. 

The theater in Tamaki’s mind goes rampant with images of Haruhi making him one, and his train of thought goes off the rails as one thing leads to another. 

“I don’t care if my boxed lunch is in an embarrassing heart-shape!” The blonde suddenly bursts out into a dramatic pose, gesturing an open palm to Haruhi, who was currently caught in the middle of a Hitachiian food fight, and nearly dropping your lunch. “I will eat it!”

Kyoya catches the toppling lunch from his grasp and holds it securely in his palm, watching Tamaki critically from behind his glasses. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, but it’s evident that your fantasies are completely incoherent.”

Shaking his head, he turns his attention back to you. He watches as you walk to the twins, your palms balled into fists from the tension in your expression. The food fight is still going on, and the interactions that ensue remind him of a comic strip, your depictions suddenly becoming more and more animated the further you are away from him. 

From a distance, he sees you tap one of the boys on the shoulder, and the blue haired one looks back. Kaoru jumps and they both stop throwing things at each other, scared at your angry face. 

Then, you’re scolding them. Kyoya isn’t an expert lip reader, but based off of previous interactions with you and the twins, he assumes you’re yelling at them to stop and ‘shut the fuck up.’ You have quite the mouth when you’re around them. 

You make a sweeping gesture with your hands as you make them notice the destruction they’ve caused, but of course, the twins aren’t listening. 

Hikaru’s mouth moves as he points to your face, most likely noticing the crumbs of vanilla cakes scattered across your eyelashes and cheekbones. 

Oh dear. 

Pink and blue heads jostle as the twins begin to laugh at you, breaking the last of your patience. Your lips move in what can only be described as a growl, and an irk appears above your forehead. Moving around to a frozen Haruhi, you pick her up and push her towards the club, moving her out of the splash zone.

As the twins laugh at you, Kyoya observes the stealthiness of your movements as you reach over and grab some soft food from their plates with your bare hands, and chuck each of the handfuls into their faces. 

This receives an amazed look from the Ootori son – as expressive as it gets for someone like him – and the cafeteria falls silent as they watch the three of you. 

Both Hikaru and Kaoru blink, their golden irises shining through the mushed grain/potato/whatever it was. Time froze as you each held a stare, daring the other to move one inch closer to the trays of food in front of you. 

All three of you call the others' bluff as Kyoya works to avoid the sudden onslaught of food that erupts from your table. Soup, pastries, fruits, smoothies, sandwiches, salads, hot tea, all being hurled into every direction. 

The ravenet’s jaw ticks as he makes eye contact with Tamaki, who meets his gaze as they give each other a ‘we-should-have-expected-this’ look.

Haruhi appears in front of the duo with her lunch in hand, an exhausted look on her face as she deadpans at the three of you from over her shoulder. 

“I think I’m gonna go eat in my classroom after all.” She says tiredly, and hurries away, leaving Tamaki and Kyoya to rush into the food fight head first and peel you three off of each other. 

Steam seeped into your lungs as you tried not to slip on the tile below you. Warm water cascaded down your collarbone and over your hips, collecting crumbs and splashes of various sauces from your skin. You inhaled a deep sigh before turning the shower dial to the right and stepping out of the small cubicle that your school calls a bathroom, grabbing the towel you rented from the receptionist off the rack. The floor shined with moisture and new polish as you made your way to one of the lockers, grabbing a new uniform from the shelves. 

After the food fight in the cafeteria, Kyoya had ordered an emergency club meeting to talk about the twins behavior. You were worried, to be honest. There wasn’t much that wasn’t your fault based on the events from this afternoon, and your head hurt from the absolute chaos that seems to follow the twins wherever they go. Or at least, more chaos than usual. 

So it was nice when Kyoya suggested that you get cleaned up before the meeting tonight as he picked leaves of spinach from the stained collar of your suit jacket. The steam and the (f/s)-scented soap helped you clear your mind from the stress of keeping the Hitachiian’s secret, and prepare you for the consequences of engaging in a food fight with the twins. 

You rolled down your shirt sleeves as you stepped out of the bathroom, your jacket draped over one elbow as you adjusted the cuffs. But someone in front of you cleared their throat, breaking your attention away from your apparel. 

“Hey.” You say lightly, a smile on your face your heartbeat picks up just a little over its usual speed.

“Good afternoon.” Kyoya looks at you over his black book with his usual sharp gaze, and you don’t miss how his gray eyes quickly scan your figure. He leans against the wall adjacent to the entrance to the women’s locker room. You get flashbacks to your physical exam, how he waited for you when you needed to return his jacket. 

He seemed to have a habit of leaning up against walls and waiting for you so you two could walk back together, and you weren’t complaining. 

“It seems the extra uniform suits you well.” He says as he closes his notebook, tucking it under his arm as you fall into step with him. 

“It does! I was surprised we had a spare.” You say brightly, maybe a little too eager to be talking to him. 

Once you realized that you had a crush on the ravenet to your left, you’ve had trouble acting normal around him. You take note of every stutter, flutter, and blush that appears in your persona whenever he is around. Your stomach turns as you pray that while Kyoya is extremely at reading other people like the back of his hand, his lack of romantic experience would keep him from picking up on your unintentional, embarrassing mannerisms. 

“After the Princess Ayanokoji incident., I felt it would serve well to have multiple spares of every kind of uniform in case we ran into another incident that was similar.” He smirks as he remembers the food fight. “I’m glad I was more prepared this time.” 

You laugh, and your body and mind calm down as you fall into the comfortable banter that is familiar when it comes to your best friend. 

“Me too. Although this shirt is clearly new…” You stretch the collar of your shirt, pulling the itchy, starchy fabric away from your skin. “It hasn’t been worn down at all.” 

Kyoya’s eyes drop down again as you fiddle with the fabric, squinting as they fall onto an oddly colored patch on the back of your neck. 

“(Y/n)...” His tone drops deeper as he tries to keep his composure. His jaw ticks as he gently moves your hands, shoulders tensing as he moves the white shirt farther away, revealing a pink splat on the side of your neck.

He’s seen the movies, and Hikaru and Kaoru have bragged on and on about the multiple dates that they’ve taken girls on that resulted in this exact kind of thing.

But who…with you?

He swallows. He thought that you had been acting differently in the past couple days because maybe, just maybe you had realized his feelings for you. The way you bounced up to greet him or the way you two would catch each other’s gazes during late night study sessions. 

Clearly, as usual, he was reading into it too much.

He cursed himself as his mouth ran dry. “Is this a, uh,” He cleared his throat again, forcing the words to be as calm as he could make them. “Is this a hickey?”

He tries not to stare at it as his thoughts uncontrollably spiral. Of course you were involved with someone else, of course he hadn’t done the best he could to-

A nervous laugh cuts him off. 

“What?!” You sputter, craning your neck and nearly turning in a circle so that you could try to get a view of the spot that was forever going to be out of your line of sight. 

“What are you talking about?” You ask the ravenet, turning back to him to see his shoulders slump lower than they were and a sigh escapes him at your immediate confusion to his question. 

It couldn’t be a hickey if you didn’t even know what he was talking about. 

Which means there was still a chance he wasn’t reading into things. 

“There’s a pink spot on the side of your neck.” Kyoya will forever know how to dig himself out of a situation where he was wrong; to confront it dead on. It was a rare occasion, but it still happened nonetheless. “At first glance, it looked like a bruise, but that seems to be the wrong assumption.”

Now that he took a closer look, the color was too bright of a pink to be produced from the skin. It was too artificial. 

He scolded himself for letting such a strong emotional reaction motivate his thought process. 

You breathe a sigh of relief and laugh. “Oh my god. I was really concerned for a second there.” You shake your head and move to one of the windows that both of you were passing, moving the collar of the shirt once again to glance at what your best friend was talking about. 

“Oh, I see what you mean.” You fix your shirt and continue walking by his side. “It’s hair dye.” Holding up your fingers, you feel a tingle under your palms as you invite him to scan the spots of pink and blue that hid under your fingernails and the sides of your knuckles. 

“The twins asked me to help them dye their hair, and things got a little out of hand.” Another giggle escapes you. “Clearly, they’re only way of handling arguments is to throw things at each other, and I was caught in the middle.”

Kyoya feels his ever increasing heartbeat slow when you explain yourself, relief flooding through his nervous system.

He smirks as you both round a corner and begin climbing the stairs to the music room. “You seem to be around them quite a bit lately.” 

“Yeah, it’s exhausting.” You watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows a laugh from your joke while you sigh dramatically. “I was just trying to see if there was anything I could do to get them to form some common ground, but, uh…” The other night flashes back into the front of your mind, an image of the twins holding their finger over the call button on Kyoya’s contact spurring you to not give away their secret. “I guess I couldn’t get through to them.”  

“We still need to find some sort of solution.” The Ootori son states as he reopens his black book, tilting it over slightly in order to give you a better view. “The club can’t afford to lose its Brotherly Love package.” 

Black ink scribbles across the page as equations and dollar signs scatter the paper. It was clear that Kyoya had been busy creating and calculating different solutions to the absence of the twins’ services. But, despite his efforts, you find red ink circling obscene numbers. Numbers that the club definitely could not come up with on its own. 

You meet his gaze and as much as he debates you on how much he cares for this club, you find a sense of worried alarm churning in his irises. 

“Give them a few more days.” You assure him, giving him your most comforting smile. “I’m sure they’ll get bored at some point, and everything will go back to normal.” 

And if it didn’t end soon, you would make it end. 

Kyoya gives a grateful smirk at your attempt to calm his anxieties about the budget as he pushes the door open. He holds it open for you as you pass through it, and the megane watches you walk past him, not being able to tear his gaze away from you.

You turn back to look at him, and although he could never show it, his heart lurches in his chest. 

A closed mouth smile follows the thought that he couldn’t let this club fail, because then where would he be, if not with you? 

Biting your lip, you look around the club room. Because you and Kyoya had been the first to arrive, you were able to continue working on your project while Kyoya typed on his computer. You both talked about everything and nothing, enjoying the comforting silence of each other’s presence and only talking when you felt motivated too. 

You had been sanding down the plastic on the shell of your invention when the rest of the host club walked through the door, save for the gingers in question. Haruhi and Honey sat next to you, intrigued by the peculiar mechanics you had laid out across the table as you waited for everyone else to show up. Tamaki sat at the head of the table while Mori took the seat across from you. 

But even as all of your friends showed up, the silence still remained. Honey kicked his legs below the table as he watched you work, sadly placing his head in his palm. His cheeks spilled over his hand, and there was a distant look in his eye. Tamaki also wasn’t pleased, and when you glanced over at him, sympathy filled your heart at the exhausted look that overtook his entire posture.  

You were about to say something, but Kyoya cleared his throat. 

“Looking at the numbers, if this situation isn’t resolved, I’m afraid we are going to have to stop offering our Brotherly Love package.” He pauses to look around the room, noting the absences of each twin. “We’re down one pair of loving brothers.” 

His eyes land on Haruhi as she sits to the right of Honey, unexpecting of the passive aggressive host smile that has taken over his face. “Oh, and Harurhi, I just want you to know there is no reason for you to feel responsible.” The Ootori son looks back to hsi computer, his tone too light and too forgiving to be genuine. “Even though it was your tactless comment that started this whole feud between the twins in the first place, right?” 

You gawked at him while Haruhi sweatdropped, both of you clearly picking up his sarcasm. You kicked him under the table, but he just rolled his eyes, not caring about what drama he may have stirred up. If you wanted to work with Kyoya, you had to deal with all of the blunt confrontation that comes with him. 

Haruhi looks down at her feet, still deadpanned. “Clearly he blames me for this.”

“Clearly, he’s stressed, and trying to find a scapegoat for a problem he can’t solve.” You assure her, still pointing a warning gaze to Kyoya. Just because you liked him doesn’t mean you couldn’t call him out. 

His jaw ticked, but there was no back-handed comeback. A white flag of surrender. 

As you returned to your work, Honey’s pout deepend. “It’s weird for Hika-chan and Kaoru-chan to be fighting like this. It’s never happened before.” The lolita boy has made a game of gathering the dust from your sanding into a small mound and drawing shapes into the particles. 

Haruhi lifts her head. “They’ve never fought before?”

You shake your head, focusing desperately on a sharp edge that won’t dull. “I’ve only known Hikaru and Kaoru for a couple of years now, but I’ve never seen them not together until now.”

“I’ve known them since preschool.” Honey pitches in, his high voice carrying back into the conversation. “We weren’t in the same year, so I never really got to talk to them. But I remember that the two of them always played together.” 

“It’s true.” A sad sigh blows out form Tamaki’s lips as the blonde leans his elbows onto the mahogany below him. “I mean, I met them in middle school, and they always stood out. It seemed like they kept everyone at a distance except each other.” 

You look back to the other night as you pause your engineering, how comfortable they felt around you, how easy it was fitting into their small circle. 

“They’ve really come a long way. Sounds like they were even more warped back then.” You say, meeting the blonde’s violet gaze. 

He nods, and you notice the absence of typing as Kyoya tunes more into the conversation. 

“But when you stop to think about it,” The prince continues, brightening up just a little bit. “Maybe this whole thing is good for them.” He shrugs, his hands and shoulders moving into a hopeful shrug.

“Maybe it means that the twins are broadening their horizons a bit!” His voice lilts at the way you turn your head slightly to look at the table in front of you. “We should really just leave them alone.”

Kyoya doesn’t miss the way your brow furrows. 

“What’s wrong, (Y/n)?” The ravenet’s voice ripples through your hesitance, and you look up to see the club staring at you with worry.

“I just…” You start, but you pause to take a breath. You know the twins are faking, and yet you haven’t done anything to stop them. Seeing it affect the club so much is frustrating, and as you notice Kyoya’s under eyes and Tamaki’s misshapen head of hair, you begin to worry. If you leave them alone, then how long would it be till they ‘made up’? The twins are so stubborn, how long would this last until they got bored?

You try to steer your friends in another direction. “What if they don’t fix it, ya know?” Please take the hint, you internally beg. “I mean, they’ve never fought before, do they even know how to make up?”

Haruhi nods beside you, drawing your attention. “They probably need someone to tell them when it’s time to give in and call it quits.” She gives you a stern nod, as if she’s already decided to take on the responsibility. “We’ll give them another couple of days.”

Your head pounded. 

Your face in your hands, you couldn’t see the absolute chaos going on in front of you, but you could hear it. The creaking of chairs and the shattering of porcelain as the twins toss objects back and forth, catching them and throwing them back to the other. 

The pulse at the forefront of your skull got larger, swelling and deflating dramatically as their pitches got more sporadic, and the light from the chandeliers floods through the cracks of your fingers as you find Honey at the top of the pile the brothers have formed in the center of the room. 

A disapproving face crawls it’s way onto your face as you groan and let your head flop forward on the table, the impact worsening the pain in your head.

To your left, Kyoya types on his laptop, and you turn your head to see his eyes drooping slightly, another effect of the twin’s escapades. The poor manager already didn’t get enough sleep as it was, and now all hope was lost for your crush.

And to his left, Tamaki slouches. Slouches. The man who believes that the quality of posture is directly related to his class and elegance bends his spine into the shape of a cashew, his cheeks bulging over his palm. You two meet eyes before you fold your head back into the crease of your elbow, welcoming the darkness after the light magnified your budding migraine. 

A weak, princely voice tries to break through the noise. “Don’t you guys think that maybe it’s time for you guys to stop fighting?” Another whine breaks from his lips. “It’s driving me insane.”

Hikaru turns to the boss, a vein nearly popping out of his forehead from the sheer effort of chucking chair after chair. 

You were almost impressed at their acting skills. If they weren’t such a pain in your ass. 

“It’s driving you insane?! You’ve gotta be kidding me! How do you think I feel right now?” The pink-haired twin’s voice grated against his vocal chords, his tone rougher than usual. “Everytime I look in the mirror I see his face! I’m sick and tired of being mistaken for you Kaoru! The truth is, I hate your guts!”

Your head spins as you whip it up, staring at the brothers. You knew they were acting, but those were harsh words. 

Kaoru scoffs, eyebrows cinching together as he yells back at his twin. “You took the words right out of my mouth!” 

His blue hair shuffles as he reaches into his jacket pocket. “In fact, I hate you so much, I brought this!” Kaoru whips his hand out, a familiar looking doll in his grasp.

You stand too suddenly, your headache increasing tenfold. “Beelezenef the curse doll?!”

Tamaki also stands, and his face goes white as he remembers his past with the club of dark magic. 

Kyoya pauses his typing at your sudden outbursts, watching the blood drain from both your faces.

A wicked smirk curls onto Kaoru’s lips as he pulls a sharpie from his pants pocket. “I’m going to complete the curse, Hikaru. I’m going to write your name on his back!” Evilly, he begins to scribble on the back of Beelzenef. “From this day forward, you’re going to experience nothing but misfortune and sorrow!”

Footsteps sound across the floor, strides too large to be seen as anything but urgent. You and Haruhi are one, a power duo as you finally reach the twins and do something you both have been wanting to do for a long time, even if you never admitted it. 

You each picked a twin, and as you stepped up to blue and Haruhi appeared in front of pink, you punched Hikaru and Kaoru in the face. 

The twins toppled, losing their balance from the force and tumbling to the ground below them. Behind you, you heard a princely gasp and a laptop slam closed. 

“Will you guys knock it off?” You say, seething from both ears. “What do you think you’re doing?!” You reach down and pluck the doll out of Kaoru’s hand. “You don’t bring something like this into a petty fight!”

Haruhi is as angry as you are. “Both of you are at fault, but what is really sad is that you’ve brought everyone else around you into your big mess!” 

“Yeah!” You chime in, trying to tell them off without revealing that you knew about this whole thing. “Look around you. Everyone is so sick of this.”

Haruhi points a motherly finger to the boys. “Now apologize to each other!” She takes a breath. “If you don’t make up right now, I’m never gonna let you come over to my house! Have I made myself clear?”

Oh fuck.

You whip around to your best friend as she fumes, unknowingly sealing her fate. 

Haruhi, you lovable idiot.

If the twins were only fighting to fill their boring lives, they needed something else to entertain them if you wanted them to stop. 

Who better to entertain them than their new toy?

The twins’ shocked expressions morph into twisted smiles, and their golden eyes flash with a sense of victory.

“So what you’re saying is…” They leap up, and you can imagine the whiplash your friends experience as they move in perfect sync, wrapping their arms around Haruhi’s shoulders as you’re pushed to the side. “...if we make up, then we can come to your house?”

The doll in your hand feels heavy as you turn it over, the Japanese script for “BLANK” written on the back.

“Not like this.” You whisper as you show the honor student. 

Her face blanches. 

The Hitachiian’s embrace suddenly, caressing each others faces passionately, rubbing the fact that they were able to make up so easily into everyone’s face. 

“I’m so sorry Kaoru, even though I was only following our script, I said such awful things to you.” The pink-haired brother sniffs. “I’m not fit to be your brother.”

Kaoru shakes his head. “Don’t say that Hikaru! I was so worried. I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you!”

The overacting was too much, but you were glad the chaos had finally stopped. 

Honey walks over to you, the rest of the club having seen everything from a distance. “You’re kidding me! You’ve been faking it this whole time?!”

The twins, to your annoyance, just shrugged. “We were bored!”

Your eye twitched as you dropped the doll onto the floor. “Twins with too much time on their hands are the devil.”

:::

“So,” A deep voice sounds behind you as you watch the club activities. “How long did you know?”

You spin to see your favorite megane appear next to you. A teasing smirk is lightly placed on his face as he looks down at you from the corner of his eye, his glasses reflecting the sunlight streaming through the windows in the club.

Around you, the club bustles, the previous tension from the twins fight completely dissolving as they get back to work, much to the guests’ delight. 

You debated denying it, but from the knowing simper on his face, you couldn’t find the use. 

A guilty smile made its way onto your face. “Only a couple of days. Dying hair is a bonding experience.” 

A rumbling hum passes through his chest as he looks at you. “And you didn’t tell me?”

Shrugging, you looked around the room. “I figured you already had your suspicions.”

“I don’t appreciate being kept in the dark, (Y/n). You owe me another favor.”

Exasperated, you turn to him. “Wha-! I didn’t tell you because I physically couldn’t! That isn’t fair.”

His raven eyebrow arches. “Why couldn’t you tell me? Did they blackmail you?”

You blow air out from between your lips. “More or less.”

Kyoya almost laughs. He couldn’t think of anything from the background check he had done on you a year ago that would be bad enough for blackmail. “With what?”

“If I told you, that would defeat the entire purpose of me keeping a Hitachiian secret.”

Kyoya swallows, a new glint in his eye. A secret? About you? This would be fun. “Who knew you were so mysterious?” 

You laugh, and he sees you sparkle in Music Room #3. “I try to keep people on their toes.” You say, teasingly. 

Your eyes shine even more as you watch Haruhi correctly choose which twin was Hikaru even though they had you re-dye their hair last night, this time with swapped hair colors. 

“Haruhi is really making her way into their world.”

“She’ll be good for them. They need a star in their night sky.”

Just like Kyoya had found one in his. 

Next Time on Lavender Roses!

“Rejoice Haruhi! You’re going to have an underclassman! Someone new wants to join the club!”

“But he’s in elementary school.”

“I wonder what he’ll be like, all grown up.”

The Grade School Host Is The Naughty Type!

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