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l-sincline · 6 months

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Girlish Whimsy - Chapter 2

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AO3 tags: Ouran High School Host Club - All Media Types, Ootori Kyouya/Original Female Character(s), Ootori Kyouya, Suoh Tamaki, Original Characters, Original Female Characters, Morinozuka Takashi, Haninozuka Mitsukuni, Fujioka Haruhi, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru, Slow Burn, Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers, Eventual Romance, smart people that arent smart about romance, Oblivious, Battle of Wits, Ouran High is one giant social chess game

Asuka has her eyes on the prize as soon as she steps foot on Ouran High School grounds. Her goal? Impress her father enough to convince him to let her remain as heir to the company instead of handing the title down to her younger brother. She knows going to school at Ouran will be one big chess game, especially coming in late at her second year- but she's up for any challenge.

Asuka finds herself intrigued by the Host club and the inner workings of it. More than that, she sees untapped opportunities to grow her resume. Now all she needs is a partner on the inside who's equally as motivated, and he was easier to find than she thought.

Okay, any bystander to that interaction might’ve doubted that Asuka and Mayu were friends. Truly, they were quite close. Asuka admired Mayu’s tenacious personality. While Asuka found herself to be more of an ambivert, Mayu was an extrovert through and through. She had such a wonderful way of making friends everywhere she went– Asuka had learned very quickly on the first day that she was close with most everyone in their class. To be honest, she worried about dragging her friend down.

“Don’t lag behind.” Mayu scolded.

“I hardly think I’m lagging.” Asuka rolled her eyes, “I think you need to slow down.”

And calm down. She thought to herself. Mayu waited impatiently for her to catch up, arms crossed over her chest. Asuka found herself craving pockets to shove her hands into. Instead she focused on carrying her bag on one shoulder and her notebook in the opposite hand.

After a climb up a monstrous set of stairs and a sharp turn, the pair found themselves outside of Music Room 3. Realizing she’d been staring at the sign for a moment too long, Asuka turned incredulously to Mayu.

“You rushed over here to stand outside the door the whole time?”

“No!” Mayu snapped back, “Just let me compose myself, will you?”

Asuka sighed and shifted her bag. After a few more moments of weird silence she heartily placed a hand on Mayu’s back.

“It’s for your own good, okay?”

“What are you-?!”

With a hefty shove, Asuka sent Mayu stumbling into Music Room 3’s doors, which promptly opened at the sudden force. Luckily, the ornate things were too heavy to open with any sort of crash or bang, so Mayu just ended up stumbling into the lively, tiled room with Asuka at her heels.

Music Room 3 was already bustling with activities. Asuka wasn’t quite sure what the exact ratio of women to men in this room was, but she was certain it was disproportionate. It was with relief that Asuka noticed some women sat by themselves at tables sipping tea and eating snacks– others huddled together talking to the men in different sections of the room.

“Can I help you ladies?”

Asuka and Mayu turned simultaneously to greet the man that spoke to them. Tall, dark hair, glasses, familiar somehow. Asuka squinted briefly before recalling how that might be rude and relaxing her face again. She’d get to the bottom of it later. For now, she clapped a hand on nervous Mayu’s shoulder and moved her to stand in front of her. The man watched the interaction closely and smiled (was it strained? Maybe she imagined it.)

“I could give you a tour if you’d like.” He offered.

“That’d be great.” Mayu seemed to light up at the prospect of having everything explained.

“Those women-” Asuka interrupted before the two started moving, “They’re just sitting here, right?”

“Correct.”

“Then can I…?” Asuka gestured vaguely over to the tables.

“Of course.”

“Asuka…” Mayu shot her friend a sad look.

“You’ll be fine. Be glad I'm staying at all.” She rebuked, nudging her friend before leaving, she reached and gently took her school bag off her shoulder with a smile.

She placed both bags on the floor once she arrived at a table, seating herself and pulling out her notebook. She figured that Mayu wouldn’t spend too long being upset with her. She’d hopefully enjoy herself enough to forget Asuka’s transgressions. And then maybe never invite her to come again. That might be wishful thinking, Asuka wasn’t sure yet.

Recognize:

Asuka wrote this simple caption in her notebook before resting her chin on her hand and looking up.

Many Ouran students milled about the room, surely some here were of note to her. Not to mention the hosts themselves. Amongst the girls sitting at the tables like her, she made out one recognizable face– the daughter of a model– and a few more faces that seemed familiar that she couldn’t put names to.

Yuka Chibana, Model’s Daughter

Girl 1, dark brown hair, bob, brown eyes, round face

Girl 2, long blonde hair, blue eyes, heart face

Asuka tapped her pen on her bottom lip. She could look into these later. When she looked back up she jumped, the man from before stood in front of her. She tried to close the notebook as normally as possible, but figured it was still quick and suspicious.

“It’s not very polite to profile our guests, you know.” He smiled, but there was certainly something venomous about it.

“I’m new. Just trying to remember classmates' names.” She lied. Of course, at least one of these girls had to be in her class, but she couldn’t recall. She knew Yuka was a third year, not a second year like her.

Regardless he seemed to accept this answer– whether he believed her or was choosing to let it go was unknown, but his eyes flitted down to the table.

“May I sit?”

She slid her notebook into her lap and sat back, brows furrowing.

“...Sure.”

And so he did.

“You said you were new? Are you a first year student?”

“No, second. I transferred in.”

They were silent for a moment. It felt like they were testing each other, in a way. Asuka could tell he was holding back, and she certainly wasn’t about to blab about her life to this stranger. Likewise, he was trying to figure out how to get her to talk. Getting information from the women here was typically very easy, they came because they wanted to talk. This one, however, came because her friend dragged her along. Clearly, he had interrupted something different in her case.

“I’m Kyouya Ootori.” He introduced.

Ootori. That's why he seemed familiar.

“Have we met? You seem to recognize me.” He smiled– again, thin. Fake.

“No. I figured you were familiar somehow. I must’ve seen your picture around.” Asuka responded, “I’m Asuka Kaneko.”

“Of Kaneko Jewels?”

“Correct.”

“I see.” He leaned back in his chair, “I’m surprised you haven’t been here the whole time.” Could it have anything to do with your brother?

“My father wanted to transfer me to the same school he went to.” I’m forced to be here.

He ‘hmm’d quietly in response, looking away. She followed his gaze- Mayu sat on a couch across from a pair of twins with a few other girls. They seemed to be having a good time. Whatever it was they were doing, it was dramatic. The girls laughed and swooned and egged it on. This entire place seemed to be an elaborate woman’s paradise. Actually, the more she thought about it–

“Would you care for some tea?”

When Asuka looked back, Kyouya’s piercing stare had already returned to her.

“How much would it cost?”

He smiled– no, this one was more of a grin. Surprisingly mischievous for someone who presented themselves as he did. It would seem she had momentarily passed his test. This entire operation was a clever business scheme in disguise. She was sure there was more to it than that, but for now– this was what she had come up with.

“Seeing as you were kind enough to accompany your friend, it’s on the house today.” Kyouya stood and pushed in his chair, “Hopefully we’ll meet again.”

Now it was her turn not to reply, she ‘hmm’d and shrugged, placing her notebook back on the table as he walked away. God, these private schools were just regency England- weren’t they?

#sinclines writing #girlish whimsy #ouran high school host club #oc x canon #kyouya ootori #kyoya ootori #original character #ohshc #ohshc fanfic #fanfiction

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sun-n-moon-showdown · 1 year

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hey babygirl <- im kidding . anyway KYOYA OOTORI AND TAMAKI SUOH. they call kyoya the shadow king, typical anime glasses character, he only speaks when he needs to and loves his sleep, very cranky without it and he isnt good at forming meaningful bonds with other people. just enough to form business acquaintances but he never really has fun lol til he met tamaki :D and tamaki literally adopts a golden retriever what else can i tell you, ok im sorry soo hes so full of love and joy despite everything oh it makes me so warm hsadjiuhdiowjejwiodas and tamaki is always dragging him everywhere and getting him out places and kyoya formed his first real bond with him!!! HE LITERALLY MADE HIM BLOOM A RAINBOW. HE PAINTED OUTSIDE THE CANVAS. YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT. tamaki like sees right through him PH MY GOD. anyway. tamaki was intergral to kyoya's character and they complete each other. you cannot have the prince without the shadow king. theyre The Duo of ouran. (controversial i suppose) they are sun and moon 2 me thank you for listening this was incoherent

JDHDJSHJDC HI JAYME! knew it was coming, they’re in!!

#snm submissions #for context im on the phone w jayme rn and all i heard was him rapidly typing before telling me that he send me a submission

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shhhlikeme · 3 years

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“Light Work”

Hawks x Fem!Reader

-> 2.97k words 💘

The Secret’s Out!

Valentine’s Exchange Gift For Nicole💘💘💘 ( @vixenpen ) 💘💘💘 love u!

Exchange Organized by The Lovely @ayocee !!! ❣️

Prompt: Hawks Valentine’s date that ends in smut

Warnings: 18+, sexual content, fluff + smut

A/N: This is my first time writing for BNHA!!! So cool - It was fun, hope it’s sufficient:)

Song: Unthinkable by Alicia Keys

The chilled red wine cooled your warm tongue as you emptied the remains of your glass.

Licking your now red-stained lips, to get rid of the fogginess you blinked at the laptop screen in front of you.

“Baby,” you called as you poured yourself a third glass. “Can you show me the sunset again?”

Displayed on your cute laptop screen is a FaceTime call—one that you certainly could have answered on your iPhone but you needed the visual to be as big as possible tonight.

When your question reached the other side of the call, the screen that once showed you in real-time: the intensity of the Pacific ocean in spring from a birds-eye view, tilted like a rollercoaster. Then, your eyes were met with the awe-inspiring visual that is the Pacific sunset from the point of view in the centre of the ocean. It’s shot from a perfect perspective: a perspective too low for a plane to capture, yet too high for a boat to capture. It is a perspective only attainable by a certain pro hero of yours…

“Wow...” your lips moved autonomously, even before you had time to register the thought— but as are the effects of your favourite bottle of red.

Your eyes bore into the gorgeous planes of the orange and pink horizon. You unknowingly let your cheek rest on your closed fist, soaking in the rarity of this wonder. Admiring it.

“You like it, beautiful?” Called a loving voice, taking you out of your trance for a second.

“Of course.” You answered.

“I—“

“Please. Don’t give me that cheesy ‘it’s not as beautiful as you’ line that’s it’s in every lame movie,”

The soft joyous chuckle of your boyfriend’s laugh reverberated through the speakers, travelling right from his lips to your heart: effectively warming it in its entirety.

“I was actually going to say to say that I wish I could bring your tipsy ass up here.” He chuckled again. “This mission would sure be a lot more fun if your legs were wrapped around me. You know: pretending to drop you so you’d hold on tighter.... your ass in my hands...”

“Hm,” you smirked, glad that your new boyfriend didn’t plan on giving you one of the cheesy lines most guys did. “I agree.”

“Yeah?” Your boyfriend inquired, voice rising with interest. “You really are getting tipsy, aren’t you? Usually you’d kill me for even saying that,”

“Well...Under these circumstances.. maybe I wanna be nice tonight....” you weren’t aware of the sexual innuendo entering your tone when you said that either.

But your boyfriend, however-- picked up on it right away.

He bit his lip bottom. “...how nice?”

“Hmmm… Nice enough to balance out the awfulness that is: my boyfriend having to leave me in the middle of our first Valentine’s Day date?”

Hawks sighed. “Mmmmm I know. I know, baby, and I’m sorry….”

You frowned. “Why are you apologizing? It was incredible while it lasted and we were able to get through most of it without interruption, so I have to be thankful for that knowing your job. Plus, It’s not like it’s your fault—“

“But I’m apologizing anyway. I wanted to finish the date and be there with you... I wanted to see your face when you saw how I decorated my apartment for you,”

Your eyes left the passing sunset so that you could take in the over-the-top but romantic-as-all-hell way in which your man decorated his apartment for you for Valentine’s Day.

From where you laid atop the blankets on his King sized bed, you could see the shiny balloons everywhere; some on the floor moving around because the window is open and the air is blowing them slightly. You could also see the dozens of candle flames fluttering with the wind and making the room smell heavenly--you could also see the real rose petals everywhere, even underneath you on the bed, as well as the silver and red streamers on the ceilings that could not easily be reached by anyone but your Hawks. You smiled to yourself at the thought of your cooler-than-thou boyfriend sprinkling girly rose petals everywhere as your boyfriend continued speaking.

“--It’s annoying because this mission is not even anything big, either. Just scouting for Selkie while his crew is out. It’s shitty new Hero work, to be honest, but the kids are in final exams right now I guess. Either way, I’d much rather be finishing the amazing date I had planned with you. I mean at least I got to take you to that yakiniku spot, but—“

“—That food was amazing, though,”

Keigo returned your interruption—though his voice dropped, speaking slowly. “—Your dress was amazing.” 🤤 he let out a sexily breathy chuckle, not missing a beat.

Clearly, it had been something on his mind judging by how quickly that response came out.

This time, when you heard your boyfriend’s sensually connotation chuckle; warmed more than just your heart.

Acting on impulse, and maybe a little bit on alcohol, too, your hand not holding the wine glass fiddled with the end of the short but very expensive-looking dress you wore. It is a form fitting maxi and, yes, it is red.

You made sure to pick a red that perfectly matched the colour of your Pro hero’s wings. Ironically enough, it matched the colour of the wine you’ve been drinking tonight too.

Needless to say, you ruffled Hawk’s feathers in the best way when he picked you up earlier tonight. He was practically salivating and if he didn’t have reservations you two would have never made it out the house tonight. You made him behave himself until after dinner even though you wanted to pounce on him all the same. The look of your man in a tux, God damn. The wait always made it better, though.

So you two did wait. And that ‘later’ that you two unspokenly promised each other over heated glances at dinner is…. now.

However, this “now” had been tortuously ripped away from you both when your man got a Hero call just as he was simultaneously fumbling with his house keys and undoing his belt. You avoided pouting or crying about his departure by indulging in your favourite wine that your boyfriend had bought, the one chilling near the bed just for you two.

“You liked it?” You asked about your dress, your voice matching the sensual aspect of Tamaki’s.

Your man groaned through the speakers. “Your legs........your ass......” is all he answered before he fantasized over there,

You watched the screen as Hawk’s right-wing that was visible in the FaceTime: straightened. “God, babe...If I wasn’t on this mission...”

“—If you weren’t on this mission, what?” You inquired coyly, unaware of the fact that the hand of yours that was playing with the dress’s hem had now begun brushing your thigh, tingling your skin lightly. The tingling was only intensified by the breezy air that flowed through the opened windows in Hawk’s apartment. It was complemented only by the sound of the breeze that took up the speaker because the #2 hero was calmly soaring through the air.

“If....” Keigo continued, “If I wasn’t on this mission staring at this fucking ocean.... then I’d....”

Your fingers pushed your skirt up—just barely.

“You’d...?”

“I’d be staring at another ocean, one I like much more--tongue-fucking you so deeply you’d be pooling around me, babe. Just the way I like you to.”

Your breath hitched when those travelling fingers on yours pressed against the outside of your g-string: prodding lightly against the fabric that covered the ocean your man was talking about.

Upon hearing your breath hitch, the FaceTime video camera scrambled upward, your gorgeous boyfriend coming into view as he soared through the sky. Behind those transparent yellow goggles, his eyes were wide. Not because he was surprised, oh no, on the contrary: your boyfriend knew just how much you wanted him to make you scream tonight based on the way you looked at him over dinner...that wasn’t it.

His eyes widened more out of jealousy: recognizing the sound of your impending orgasm—even if very far—as accurately as he can recognize danger on a Hero mission. “Aw, you gonna play without me, baby?” He sounded smug, not sad.

“Call it getting a head start...” You answered quickly, knowing that your boyfriend’s mission shouldn’t last longer than a few hours. That just meant you’d be able to take a nap in between that would hopefully give you enough energy to keep up with your insatiable, sex-God of a man when he gets home.

“Okay, beautiful. Then start.” He answered coolly—sexily.

Your entire body responded in the feeling of increased sensitivity, irrevocably turned on by your boyfriend’s demands.

And he knew that.

You stretched so that you could set your wine glass on the bedside table, giving your man a great view of your ass in that red dress.

The same red dress that’s been living in his horny thoughts rent-free for the past two hours.

He groaned. “Do that again and I’m losing my job today,”

You smiled prettily as you returned to the laptop camera, getting comfortable by suckling on your middle & pointer finger gently.

“Shit, Y/N...I love when you’re eager baby,”

You nodded, staring at your boyfriend through the screen as he flew through the sky. You did this as you awaited instruction patiently. As always.

Hawks, who had originally been using his back camera-only in order to avoid getting distracting from enemy-watch, tried to remind himself why he did that as he struggled to keep hold of his phone.

On his end, the sight of you looking so needy and sucking on your own fingers so that they were wet when you plunged them into the heat that—just the thought makes him drool—proved too much for him.

And you haven’t even started yet.

His dick hardened just from looking at you.

“No, Hawks. Can’t.” Hawks mumbled to himself, obviously putting his phone back down and switching the camera so it wasn’t facing him again. You were met with the pretty water once encore, the waves now sparkling due to the warm sunset reflecting off of them.

“I can’t watch, love.” Hawks stated, disappointment evident in his tone. “But don’t stop. Close your eyes and lay on your back.”

Fingers still in your mouth, you listened.

“Spread those legs, baby.”

You listened.

“Hike up that dress but don’t.take.it.off. That job’s for me. You hear me?”

You nodded, even though neither of you could see each other.

Hawks, being the good hero that he is, used all of his mental strength not to peek. He had to complete this mission.

You always listened anyway.

As always.

“Pull down the straps of your dress--just the straps. So that your tits are out. Are you wearing a bra?”

You were going to move your finger to answer before your man did it for you,

“Fuck, no you’re not...” he said in a strained voice. He recalled how your perky nipples pressed against the sinful dress’s red fabric in the car because you were cold. This was before Hawks had given you his jacket that you wore the rest of the night. “God imma lose this job....” Keigo muttered to himself, shaking his head.

“Mm,” you answered around your own fingers.

“Make small circles around inner thighs, baby. Right around the prize. Use the hand that isn’t currently filling-in for my cock.”

You moaned, doing just as he says with the visual of your man’s perfect dick replacing your fingers in your mind right now. You felt your pussy throb.

Hawks inwardly cursed his job when he heard you moan, pleased with himself but subconsciously deliberating just how much shit he’d get in if he left this mission post right now...

After a few minutes, when Hawks heard your breath pick up, triggering him to get harder, he licked his dry lips and said,

“Mm, now move your thong to the side. Slide those fingers up and down your lips baby, the same way I do with my tongue. You know how.”

“Mmff,” you moaned, eyes still closed and still licking around your own fingers. You pretended you were cockwarming the #2 hero’s heavenly length.

“Good, baby. Now switch hands.”

You listened immediately—using the soaked fingers in your mouth to glide up and down your soaking pussy lips. They slid even easier than your other hand did and since—in your head—those fingers were stepping in as your man’s dick, it somehow felt even more pleasurable than your other hand.

You moaned, arching your back slightly. “O-oh,”

Against his better judgement, Keigo was unable to stop himself from looking down at his phone when you moaned like that, immediately dropping the device when the sight of you running your hand between your pussy lips with that sexy dress bunched at the waist came into vision.

“Fuck,” Hawks cursed, flying down quickly to grab his phone just before it hit the water.

He checked to make sure that him dropping it hadn’t disturbed you, and then he let out a sigh of relief when he realized he hadn’t. You were still doing as he said with your eyes closed, and obviously having a good time doing it too.

Unable to fight his desire anymore, Tamaki’s eyes darted around, scanning the horizon and the ocean for anyone within a 100-mile radius.

When he deemed the coast, quite literally—clear—he held his phone with one hand and stuffed his hand inside his pants, grabbing his overexcited dick.

“Insert one finger baby. You pick.” Keigo directed--his own finger encircling the tip of his dick. He resisted a groan that begged to be released.

“Good. Now, insert the other. No, nice and slow baby. Niceeee…. and slow,”

You did--and he copied your movements, a sense of pride washing over him that he had such a beautiful, absolutely stunning lover.

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You listened to your man for the next ten or so minutes... trying your best to hold off your orgasm as your stomach coiled in the best way. The combination of your fingers; the sound of your man’s deep voice giving demands; the thought of his dick inside you instead; and the way that the wind entering his apartment via the open windows contrasted the heat of your wet vagina; wow…. all of it just felt too incredible.

“I’m close, baby...” you whispered hastily. “Can I touch my—“

Just as you were about to ask if you could pinch your nipples in order to throw yourself over the edge, you were erotically surprised by someone--or should you say someTHING --doing it for you.

Your eyes shot open, and then your back arched, even more, when you realized that the thing that touched you is nothing more than a red feather.

It encircled your nipple pleasurably, another coming from the window and encircled the other nipple.

Your toes curled. The feathers were the same colour as your dress.

“Ahh, Keigo!” You moaned, not even waiting for permission before you sped up the pace of your fingers. Your eyes squeezed shut on their own fruition.

There was a smirk in your boyfriend’s voice. “I assume they’re there, baby?”

“Ngh.....” you sped up the pace even more, your short fingers just barely hitting your g-spot; the g-spot that your man’s dick can always reach. You whimpered.

The feathers around your nipples whirled around your body whimsically, filling in for what your fingers were just short of in other ways:

travelling down the line that centres your breast...

tracing your neckline...

moving down to encircle your ankles...

“Oh my God, H-Hawks, yes-s, ah....!”

The soft-touch of the material’s feathers felt so good. No, they weren’t Hawks’ strong hands, and the two small entities just ghosted over your skin... barely locatable, but it is the fact that they were red and they were your MAN’s —your man who is physically cities away right now—that made this indescribably amazing for you.

He is cities away: yet he is here. This is him.

“Hawks…” you sighed, getting closer and closer,

“Y/N....” Hawks sighed back roughly: deeply.

Not that you could see but his eyes were half-lidded as he watched you get off. Seeing you be assaulted by the feathers he sent drove him absolutely mad. This had to be the sexiest things he’s ever seen from afar.

“I love you, Y/N.” Your man said softly, biting his lip and forgetting his demands because right now he needed to cum. The sight of you like this was too much to bear. Hawk’s picked up the pace of his own hand on his cock.

When the feathers returned to your nipples from your belly button, you let out a wanton scream moan, your white-hot orgasm ripping through your body as violently as the Pacific waves that were crashing underneath your boyfriend right now.

Hawks’ orgasm followed soon after, your name falling from his lips as he just-barely pulled his pants down in time so that he released in the ocean instead of in his suit pants.

You both calmed your breathing as you came back down to earth. The feathers fell next to you as if they were sleeping peacefully.

After a few moments passed and you found the strength to open your eyes, rolling over to look at your Hero. He matched your semi-satiated expression so you could guess that he had found sweet release as well just now.

Keigo knew you well enough to know that you needed a nap at this time, just as you usually did post-orgasm. Therefore, he wasn’t surprised whatsoever when you whispered in parting:

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. Be home soon so we can do...this... in person.”

“Of course.” Hawks answered. Then, he couldn’t resist adding a cheeky pun.

🕊

“I’ll fly there if I have to.”

#Valentine’s exchange💝#my hero academia #bnha imagines #hawks x reader #hawks x black!reader #bnha headcanons #keigo tamaki #keigo tamaki x reader #bnha scenarios #mha hawks #mha #mha headcanons

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all-might-can-smash-me · 4 years

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Dating Game

Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fatgum x Reader

Summary: you pick up your son’s best friend form his first day of hero work studies and meet Fatgum, the two of you chat up and head to a date...but someone ruins the after mood of the nice date by eavesdropping

Sorry for typos

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A far off ticking of a clock seemed to annoy the silence of your apartment as you sat at the cleaned surface of the island counter in your kitchen, a note pad before you as you scribbled items down, pausing to get up and look into the fridge or the cabinets to make sure you wouldn’t forget to add anything to your weekly grocery list. You knew that if you didn’t have it on that trusted list that rest on the counter, it wouldn’t have been bought until the next time you would prepare to go shopping again. Though your scrounging around in one of the cabinets was cut short as your phone began to blare with some corny ringtone that your son had set for you and you didn’t have the heart to change it, but the sudden loudness still gave you a fright, your body seeming to start to fall downward into the floor, but you had caught yourself before the activation of your permeation quirk.

“I need to ask Mirio to set that thing lower..” you huffed out as you rushed over to the counter space where your phone sat, grabbing ahold of it and quickly answering it, though the voice on the other end didn’t give you a chance to say hello.

“Hey mom! Can you pick up me and Tamaki from our work study agencies? It’s raining and Tamaki is coming over anyway today and I also may have forgot my umbrella......” Loudly spoke out your son through the phone. “And I also may have not packed a jacket either like you tell me too....” Upon looking out the window, you gasped as you had finally seemed to notice the downpour of rain outside.

“Mirio! When will you ever get that head screwed onto your head! Your first day and you aren’t even prepared for a rainstorm?” You teased as you had reached your free hand down to push in the stool you once sat on, already shimmying into a rain coat, keys jingling within your hands, umbrella tucked away under your arm.

“Thanks mom! Love you mom!” And an over dramatic kiss noise was made and the call was ended, leaving you to only let out a laugh as you shove away your cellular device. Though you let out a little gasp as you rushed back to the kitchen, grabbing a few juice boxes and snacks before finally making your way back to the front door, shoes placed onto your feet and umbrella at the ready.

Tamaki was first on your list to save from the downpour of rain. You always adored the sweet, shy boy, from when he was just a mere child until now. You could recall those days where Mirio and him would have their sleepovers and he would be too shy to ask for a glass of water or where to hang his coat or place his shoes out of the way. Over the years though he pushed a bit out of his shell, grown a bit more comfortable around you thanks to all the years of knowing you, not all the way completely, but it was enough for you, but most importantly Tamaki was just simply perfect the way he was as a person for Mirio to consider him his best friend and most prized confidante. That was a beautiful thing to know and to see. You were pulled out from your memories of the young boy now turned young man as you finally parked outside the agency. Thankfully you were familiar with the two boys’ agencies by the constant chatter that was always going on within your home about it and Mirio made sure to write them down for you and placed it on the fridge.

“Fatgum agency.....” you mumbled out as you leaned forward to peer up at the building through your windshield through the heavy splatters of rain that pelted your window, but you took now time to brace yourself with your umbrella at the ready, hood pulled over and tightened onto your head as you shoved the car door open, umbrella now over your head as you slammed the door shut and raced for the entrance, bursting in through the doors with a sigh of relief, umbrella drawn closed. Right there standing off to the side, with someone else who strangely looked like the front of the building, seemingly trying to slouch away from the world was Tamaki. A grin crawled onto your lips as you stepped up to him, giving him a tight squeeze “How was your first day? Look at you all grown up...” you gushed out, pulling away to see the bright blush that was upon his cheeks, already twiddling with his fingers “Don’t worry, you can tell me on the way to get Mirio.” You said assuringly as you handed him the umbrella in your hand.

“Is this your mother?” Soon spoke up the man that was with him, a shocked look upon his face as he looked to you. Tamaki only nervously shook his head no, looking expectingly to you. You were all too familiar with that look in his eyes. You took it upon yourself to explain.

“Oh no, but I wish I was! He’s such a sweet and talented boy. He and my son are long time best friends and I’m here to simply pick him up and along with my son from his work studies to avoid that storm out there.” You said, vibrant smile plastered onto your face, your words ended with an equally vibrant giggle as you wrapped an arm around Tamaki’s shoulders, he only giving his shy nods to your words. “We don’t want our future heroes getting sick!” You said as you looked down to Tamaki and soon back up to the other. Tamaki seemed to gulp down a bit of his nervousness and fear to finally speak out quietly.

“Ms.Togata...this is Fatgum, the hero of this agency....” He finally got out, you letting your hand softly pat his back in encouragement and of also pride at him overcoming his nervousness and fear for that single sentence. You gave a little bow to the hero upon the introduction, he returning it back, but that almost shocked expression seemed to still bit etched upon his face. He probably would have been more fearful of you though if you were Tamaki’s mother because of the fact he found your drop dead gorgeous. It was shocking to say the least, to have someone such as yourself standing before him and the absence of a ring also only made matters worse for his nerves.

“Nice to meet you Fatgum, but I really need to go pick up my son and plus I got you and Mirio juice boxes and I don’t want them to get hot and sweat everywhere.” You said with a glance to Tamaki before looking up to the humongous hero before you, but despite him towering over you....he was cute along with the grin that now stretched across his face. With that you were guiding out Tamaki from the agency, now running back to the car, Tamaki taking the liberty to sit in the front seat, which years ago he would have NEVER even thought about doing such a thing, juice box already in his hands, sipping away. What can he say....a juice box shall forever be greatness within his eyes.

“Fatgum and I went on patrol earlier...he eats a lot...” he spoke out quietly as he watched the windshield wipers move back and forth in their fast rhythms. You glanced over at him before looking back down to the street.

“Oh yeah? Well, I guess then the two of you kind of have something in common.” You pointed out with a laugh as you turned down a road, soon the crinkling of a bag of crackers sounded as Tamaki took the liberty to grab one to eat, years ago though he would have been simply too nervous to do so.

“Yes....but all I’ve eaten with him are octopus takoyaki...” he said as he brought up a hand, finger turning into a tenticle before it quickly transformed back into his finger. “Nothing else...but he says the octopus aspect can be useful...” and with that he want back to eating his snack, you only humming along to the soft music that played to the radio. You finally pulled up to Nighteye agency, but you didn’t even get the chance to get out of the car to retrieve your son before he was already running excitedly out of the building, car door yanked open as he flung himself inside, door now shut behind him. It didn’t take long for Mirio to find his juice box and snack, already spilling every single detail of his first day, Tamaki listening intently.

Though as the days went on, Fatgum was left wondering when he would ever see you again. He prayed for rain, but the rain never came. He prayed for anything to get you back into his agency again so he could at least get your number or something. It was too weird to ask Tamaki about it as well and the boy was too hard on himself, shy, nervous, and fearful of everything, but Fatgum new patience was key to guiding him down the right path. Finally the rain did come, which that rain brought you back along with it. Fatgum couldn’t help but let that iconic grin of his stretch across his face as he watched you push through the doors and into the safety of his agency. Tamaki was already scurrying to meet up with you at the doors to leave, but already a voice boomed out.

“Hey! Wait a second!” Shouted out the Hero Fatgum as he made his way over “I got to ask you something!” He said, finally slowly his quickened pace as he got closer. Tamaki took it upon himself to take the car keys from your hand, already rushing out the building and to the car, getting a feeling in his bones that Fatgum was going to try and flirt with you. All the ‘subtle’ questions about you while out on patrol or sitting around in his office didn’t fly over the young adult’s head, so Tamaki already knew he DID NOT want to be standing there to listen to the hero he was doing his work studies with flirt with his best friend’s mom that was basically a mother to himself for the many past years of his life. It was just....ew?

“Yeah, sure, fire away.” You said with a grin as you pulled down the hood that was tightened upon your head, hands smoothing away the frizzy mess that was your hair. If only it wasn’t raining so hard or if only it wasn’t so humid.

“I was just wondering if maybe I could get your number?” He asked, a sheepish smile over powering that grin he tried to keep stretched across his face. He could already feel that blush flood his cheeks, but you only let a laugh out as you nodded your head, tugging out your phone from the depths of your purse.

“Yeah! Of course, look, type your number in mine and I’ll send a text to you.” You offered, handing the phone, a contact already pulled up and ready to be typed in. Relief flooded his insides as he took the phone from your hands carefully, typing in his info before handing it back, which you instantly took ahold of you phone once again, thumbs quickly typing away before that iconic ‘whoop’ noice sounded out to signify a text message had been sent, his own phone within his pocket now chiming.

After that, text message upon text message were sent and received between the two of you. All those text messages combined could probably make the 5th book of Harry Potter look puny. It felt like you were back in high school again, texting away, a little flirt here and there, laughter, etc. Every now and then a phone call would happen, but those always happened away at night where you knew your son was knocked out from sleep and Fatgum was free for a few hours. Until finally...the text you were anticipating was sent.

‘Would you like to go out with me this evening, let’s say at 7:30?’

Which you of course excepted, which led to now, you were slipping a dress over your head, now standing before a mirror, hand smoothing out the material, sooon leaning in close to inspect the makeup that you had placed on before heading in the living room kitchen area, Mirio and Tamaki looking up from their school work and to you.

“Where are you going?” Mirio asked as he watched you nervously look down to your phone as you were beginning to make sure you had everything you needed in your purse. Though you were now fishing out some money from your wallet, placing it down on the counter.

“I’m going out tonight, I’m leaving money on the counter in case you two boys want to order food or pick something up.” You spoke out as you looked over to them. “And since it’s Friday, you two can order a few movies too off of amazon to watch as well, don’t forget to lock the front door and I shouldn’t be too late.” You told them, Mirio only looking to you, confused look on his face.

��Wait! Going out? With who?” He was soon asking excitedly from his sprawled out position at the coffee table that sat in the living room between the tv and the couch, Tamaki staring down to his work, though his head soon shot up, it finally connecting together within his brain that he indeed already knew the answer to that question. You were about to answer it, but the doorbell rang, you rushing over to the door to open it, though your brows furrowed together as you looked to the man before you. He was indeed talll, but he was handsome and you were pretty sure those were muscles under the sleeves of his dress shirt, but that iconic smile that stretched across his face made you wonder.

“Uh I....got a few days off from the angency because I used all my energy during an attack with a villain...this is what happens when I do that, so they give me time to build it all back up.” He said as he gave a little nervously laugh as he scratched the back of his head. You only gave a grin as you stepped aside to let him in.

“Really? Well then these next couple of days I’ll make sure your feeding yourself properly.” You said with a little laugh, closing the door behind him. “Just give me a moment, I still need to go pick out the shoes I’m wearing.” You said as you rushed off, living him to slip his shoes off at the front door to step further into your home. Though he froze as a gasp sounded out.

“Tamaki? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised to see you here.” Fatgum said with a litttle laugh as he looked to the two boys, school uniforms disheveled from when their hands undid their ties and untucked their shirts the firsts moment they got back from school.

“Wait...” Mirio hummed out as he looked to the man and to his best friend, who seemed to be nervous and a bit embarrassed, before a look of adoration was brought upon his face. “You’re Fatgum?!” He gushed out excitedly. “Mom! You are going out with Fatgum!?” He shouted into the house, your laughter faintly responding from somewhere within the house, you appearing soon with a pair of heels in hand as you grabbed your purse from the counter.

“Yes, I am, why do you sound surprised? You think I’m too old to have a date or something?” You questioned, your son only responding with a laugh, now sitting up from his sprawled out position on the floor as you stepped up to the two boys, teasing kisses and hugs placed onto both. “Also....no rated R movies.” You said as you pointed a finger to them as you and Fatgum were now placing your shoes on at the front door, gaining a groan from Mirio as he let himself flop back onto the ground.

The date was going well, he was exactly the man he had portrayed himself to be through those many text messages shared between the two of you and those late hour phone calls. Now the two of you walked arm and arm throughout the area, watching the weekend groups of people weave in and out through small shops and food stands and through the sidewalks and streets.

“I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.” You said as you let your head lean up against his arm with a content sigh exiting from your lungs. “And then look at you, you could have at least warned me! I hardly even recognized you...” You pulled your head away from his arm, giving him a playful punch to his arm.

“You still recognized me then? Tell me, what gave me away.” He asked with a laugh as his arm soon wrapped around you, hand resting upon your side.

“Your smile....it is kind of the most iconic feature about you as a hero and it looks the same even when you look like this, Fatgum.” You pointed out, leaning into his grasp around you.

“Hey....you know, you can call me Taishiro...” he soon said with a soft smile as he looked down to the ground, watching his feet moving with each footstep he took. “That’s my name, I think I can trust you knowing that.” He said as he looked to you, those words with that soft look upon his face only made your heart skip a beat, a blush now upon your cheeks as you gave him a smile. Soon, a kiss was shared, the both of you now blushing messes.

Two of you were now silently jogging through the hall of the apartment building you lived in, Taishiro’s hands upon your hips as the both you surpressed your giggles and laughter, his lips leaving kisses against your head and cheek as he stood behind you, hands rested at your sides, watching you pull out your keys, unlocking the door and stepping in, he coming in right after. The two of you soon peered out from entrance and into the living room area, seeing a movie, of course it was a horror movie that you were pretty sure was rated R, and the two boys on the floor, wrapped up in blankets and snoring away. You motioned him to follow you after your shoes were taking off along with his, quietly tiptoeing further into the apartment, opening a door to reveal your room, letting him in before closing the door.

“I know I told those two no rated R movies.” You said with a little laugh as you let yourself sit down in front of your vanity, hands already pulling the hair pins you placed in your hair earlier, Taishiro taking it upon himself to let himself sit down on the edge of you bed behind you, watching your reflection in the mirror. Watching your hair falling from their pinned places made his heart throb, the soft glow upon your face from the lamp on the vanity turned on just made him star struck over you.

“Oh they are big boys now, they hardly even seemed bothered by it, they are fast asleep out there.” He commented, watching you only shake your head in disapproval as you removed your jewelry next, soon turning around in the chair you sat in to look at him.

“I’ll wait for the day you have your own children, I’m sure your mind will be changed.” You said with a grin, turning back to look in the mirror. “Can you get the zipper?” You questioned as looked to him through the mirror, which he nodded his head, standing up and now behind you, fingertips gently brushing back your hair over your shoulder to finally gently pull down the zipper, finger tips leaving a soft graze upon the skin on your exposed back as he moved your hair back in place.

“You know....they are asleep...we could go back to my place for a bit...” he said half jokingly as he leaned down, lips gently pressing a few kisses to your cheek, you only blushing and shook your head. “With two kids here? I’ll have to pass you on that offer.” You said as you reached a hand to caress the back of his head, though his head soon shot up, looking to the door.

“What the fuck!?” He soon shouted, you worriedly looking over to where he was looking at, though your worry turned to anger as you looked to your bedroom door. Mirio’s face was poking through, the look of fear plastered on his face as the door now jiggled around.

“Tamaki! I’m stuck!” He shouted out, the whispers of ‘I don’t know what to do’ soon followed along with a tentacle or two poking from under the crevice of the bottom of the door. “What are with the tentacles?” He soon asked, panicking as he look to the tentacles crawling from under the door. Mirio’s face soon slid down to the floor and disappeared with him sucking a huge breath of air in.

“I don’t know! I’m panicking.” Soon stuttered out Tamaki’s voice at Mirio’s question. “Your clothes!” but you were already whipping the door open, revealing a cowering Tamaki and your son who was desperately trying to shove his clothes back on from activating his quirk. Taishiro could only stand behind you, a bright red blush upon his face in embarrassment of the whole situation on his face, but you were only fuming before the two boys.

“You were eavesdropping?” You accused, Mirio finally having his pants on properly, now finding himself in fear of your rage.

“Well....yeah....I just wanted to know if the two of you were going to plan on going on another date or if the date went well because, Uh...it’s cool that you’re dating Fatgum and I’m just really nosy....” you rambled on, Tamaki only seemingly trying to hide behind Mirio.

You only sighed and pinched your brow. “Go on the two of you, back to bed, I’m going to go show Fatgum out...” you said, the two boys quickly disappearing into his room and behind the safety of his door, you now standing in the living room, remote in hand to turn off the tv, the lights now on in the room.

“I am so sorry about that, I don’t know why my son thought that was a good idea.” You apologized, now looking over at him who now helped you by folding the blankets that were scattered on the floor, placing the pillows back onto the couch.

“Actually now looking back at it....it was pretty funny and plus why wouldn’t he? I would try to eavesdropping on the guy my mom is dating.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders as he followed you to the front door, his shoes being slipped back on. “But still....my place is still open.” He said with a tease, you only letting out a snort before pressing a tiny kiss to his lips.

“Another stunt like that and I just might.”

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monst · 4 years

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tamaki's piss kink but like among us au😳

WARNINGS AHEAD: piss kink, yandere two-faced tamaki, first time cringe writing, bad pacing, basically a drabble on tamaki downing your piss in a cup, monst my class had a pop quiz on Kahoot that lasted so long sorry for the wait this is so bad im tireddd

"H-uh, Tamaki, hold on.. I don't wanna be cut, can't you just get my results another way?" Your throat that was clogged with embarrassment and anxiety, you whispered the words out as Tamaki's gloves hands helped you shimmy out of your bulky black suit, you felt his every move for he was intensely shaking out of excitement and eagerness to see what beauty the suit selfishly hid underneath.

You foolishly excused it as him being his usual timid self.

Tamaki's exploring hands paused upon hearing your question, and he pondered for a while. He was about to say no, not wanting to miss out on seeing your naked body, before having a epiphany on realising how he could use it to his advantage, in any way he pleased.

His eyes visibly darkened for two seconds before snapping back to their usual glassy ones, your confused self swore it saw the eerie glow of his indigo eyes!

Tamaki cleared his throat, putting on a remorseful persona for you, "There is one way, you might not like it though, and I recommend not doing it—" He knew what he was doing, he twisted your own desperation and fear as a way for you to accept.

"Anything's better than being cut, please, please, please, Tamaki!"

Oh. He liked this.

Your cheeks wet with a few tear tracks coming glassy e/c eyes that swirled and shined, those pretty trembling lips he wished was wrapped around his cock, he would spurt out all his love for you, oh god—

"Fffuck yes, y/n." Tamaki rasped, both him and you didn't even notice his purple gloved hands moved all the way from your suit to your thighs, squeezing and rubbing his thumb in circular motions softly, imagining instead of your soft skin he was rubbing, it was your cute little clit.

.....

It was him between your legs while you sat on his desk, thighs on his shoulder as he ate your cunt out like a starved man, tongue worming around deep inside, your body shaking from all the orgasms that he oozed out from you, he would make you feel so good, so good for him. Tamaki pushed you further on the desk, vials and papers scattered everywhere, growling as your loud moans stuttered encouraging him to lead you onto another orgasm for him to drink up all over again and repeat the process.

You grabbed ahold of his indigo purple hair, snapping his eyes open to the harsh, dry reality around him. How long has he been kneeling? What time was it? Wait. When did his knees start to hurt?!

He regrettably stood up, his heart racing and cold hands already missing the warmth resonating from your skin.

"...you could pee in a cup.." Tamaki brought his hand to his left arm and murmured out the words with a slight delighted purr to his voice, not like you noticed. In fact, you didn't even notice what his nasty intentions were, and that just gave him more proof and reason to hide your gullible self from the monstrous world away.

"...I could what..? Tamaki, a-are you sure I need to pee in a cup?" You breathed out, and you just took note of how your bladder was pointing at it's capacity of needing to release now.

He adjusted and fiddled with his purple suit nervously, his nervous demeanor already giving you the answer you dreaded, reaching from behind and giving you a red party cup.

You gritted your teeth and squealed out with shame for a few seconds, heart hammering hard between your ribcage, before having your eyes shine with pure utter determination, 'If this was better than facing the pain of being cut,'

You narrated confidently in your thoughts,

'then I'll face the embarrassment!'

You swatted the plastic cup away from his hands, letting him once again help you take off on the journey of getting out of your heavy spacesuit, and you started to tell him to turn around.

He choked on the air that he sharply inhaled too fast, he didn't expect that dirty move, goddamnit!

"I—! I can't turn around, the host that the Sticur uses also... um, gives telltale.. side-affects to genitals..? Er.." Fuck his terrible lying skills, he wouldn't miss out his chance on seeing that gorgeous fucking cunt of yours.

You groaned all over again, and started to subtly fidget, a habit Tamaki's hyper observant eyes, that's watched your every move, mind you, recognized.

Your body started to moved on it's own accord, shame visible within it's slowed movements, and you took off your panties; openly giving him a view of your sacred treasure.

Tamaki gasped quietly in adoration, small tears dotting his eyelashes.

Your cunt was breathtakingly perfect.

You squatted down, putting your hands on your knees, you hesitantly put the clear glass underneath you.

As you felt the push, you felt the tears of humiliation stirring up a storm inside you. You should've chosen the cut instead.

A stream of gold that carried a musky smell rapidly started to fill the cup, and you could distantly hear Tamaki's faint heavy breathing, you would've paid more attention to it, if you weren't so focused on feeling your mortification.

You stood up right after the forbidden deed was done, and your terrified self handed him the plastic cup that contained golden piss to the brim as a result off not going to the restrooms that day, too occupied with the fact that there was a vent the Sticur could apparently go through.

Tamaki, on the other hand, was occupied with his sick and borderline perverted fantasies again, so much actually he didn't even notice that this was reality, but it was too late.

He put the cup on his lips and drank it all the way down. Your face that was coated with both shock and disgust, but his actions made your body freeze and small goosebumps rise up.

Tamaki waved the empty cup around, his face and pointy ears flushed red with a giddy grin carved to his drunk-like expression, his next words held an underlying tone of 'or else'.

"Can I have another sample, butterfly?"

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#ajajabsbsksmnd I find it hard to believe that this was your first time writing O/////O #Man I loved Yandere Tamaki's manipulation 😩👌👌👌#And I was even fine with him drinking it 😳#Bruhhh who are you and why don't you have a writing blog and if you do👀#tamaki smut #amajiki tamaki x reader #yandere tamaki amajiki #submission #Wait... I just realized that this is kinda like fanfic for a fanfic🤔

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eurydicees · 3 years

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Haruhi x Kaoru or Haruhi X Hikaru

kissing each other to prove there’s nothing there, even though, it’s a lie, and the kiss proves it

oh my god anon i am BEYOND sorry that this took so long. this has been haunting me the whole time, and i am so sorry. i have absolutely no excuses. but here it is, with my sincere apologies. i hope it’s been worth the wait!

find me in the rain (i knew you would)

summary: hikaru finds haruhi in the rain, and they share something that even they don’t really understand. at least, not yet. takes place during “Operation Haruhi and Hikaru's First Date!” in the thunderstorm scene.

prompt: kissing each other to prove there’s nothing there, even though, it’s a lie, and the kiss proves it

pairings: haruhi fujioka/hikaru hitachiin

words: 1367

warnings: one swear :)

After his apology, the two of them sit in the church without talking— there’s only the rain and the thunder and the space between them. Hikaru can hear the faint echoes of his music coming through the headphones Haruhi wears. He hadn’t asked her what music she wanted to listen to, or if it was helping. He doesn’t even know what kind of music she likes. There are a lot of things, he realizes, that he doesn’t actually know about Haruhi.

By the time that the storm has begun to subside, sun spilling through the stained glass windows in little holy smiles, Hikaru’s phone has almost run out of battery. Once the sky has gone through ten minutes of silence, the thunder having run its course, Haruhi pulls off the headphones and lets them hang around her neck.

“Thank you,” she says quietly. She doesn’t pull away from him, even as she rubs at her eyes with one hand. She’s been crying, and Hikaru feels an unfamiliar guilt growing up in his throat.

Hikaru swallows. “I didn’t think I would ever find you. I searched everywhere.”

“But you did,” Haruhi murmurs. She glances over at Hikaru, something soft in her eyes that Hikaru doesn’t quite understand. At least, not yet. “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For worrying about me.” Her voice is quiet, like she’s been thinking about this for a long time. Like she’s been listening to Hikaru’s music and seeing something about him that no one else has ever seen before.

Music, Hikaru thinks, is just one of many pathways into the soul. He tries to remember what he had been listening to before giving Haruhi the headphones to block out the growls of thunder and her own cries, but he can’t quite recall. It had been something loud enough that Haruhi didn’t question him, but it must have been a song that said something about him that he didn’t think anyone wanted to hear.

But Haruhi heard something there, while he listened to thunder and she listened to music. He thinks about everything that’s happened in the past few days— about Arai, and about his own anger, and about Kaoru telling him to take Haruhi out on a date, and about the way that Haruhi had given him a lick of her own ice cream, and about the way she laughed at him, and about how she just knew he had been worrying about Kaoru.

It’s a strange and uncomfortable thought, to think that Haruhi has friends who aren’t the hosts. Haruhi has a past that Hikaru doesn’t know anything about— and he has a past that she doesn’t know anything about. But still, he finds that he would tell her, if she were to ask. He’d tell her anything, and he wouldn’t lie.

It’s terrifying, to think that. To think that there’s someone he actually trusts; someone he would give his lonely past to. He’d hand over the loneliness and his faithlessness in everyone except for Kaoru and the way he’s so scared of being alone and he’d hand over the spark of something that’s lighting matches in his heart. He’d hand over the little candles in the hollows of his ribcage, and he would trust that Haruhi isn’t going to set him on fire.

“I think,” Hikaru says quietly, “we don’t really know each other at all.”

Haruhi tenses up, pulling away from him and sitting straight up— he misses her warmth before her head has even left his shoulder. “What do you mean?”

Hikaru shrugs, trying not to feel too hurt. “I didn’t know you were afraid of thunder. You didn’t know I liked whatever music was just playing. I didn’t know you were friends with Arai, or that you still talk to people from middle school. You didn’t know that I didn’t have people like Arai, not until Kaoru told you the other day.”

“Oh,” Haruhi says softly. There’s something guarded about her expression, about the way that she’s looking at him. Like she’s holding some secret back that— if she gave it to him— Hikaru would take so carefully, a little bird of hope in his hands, feathers a little rumpled, but safe at his touch.

“Yeah,” Hikaru murmurs. He turns away, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around his legs.

Haruhi is quiet for a moment, and then she shifts so that she’s turned away from him. “But… I knew you would find me.”

Hikaru blinks, the sudden information pounding through his head like the beating of wings. That’s the secret, he thinks. That she trusts him. “Oh. You did?”

“I knew you would come eventually,” Haruhi says.

Her voice is barely a whisper, but it’s a rain of trust that Hikaru wants to drink in and savor. He’s never had anyone like Haruhi, and he doesn’t think that he ever will again. He doesn’t love her— whatever Kaoru might think— but he definitely cares about her. He wants to be someone that she trusts; he wants this kind of secret moment, of just the two of them, hiding under a table and sharing the rain.

“How?” Hikaru asks.

Haruhi shrugs, then turns to look at him. “Because I know you. Even if you didn’t know that I was scared of thunder, once someone told you or you figured it out, you would come. You’d look for me.”

“Oh.” Hikaru thinks that maybe that’s all he knows how to say at this point. “Tamaki was the one to tell me, you know.”

“Yeah,” Haruhi says.

He thinks that maybe she sounds disappointed by that, like she wanted him to figure it out himself, and Hikaru swears that this will never happen again. He’ll figure it out, next time. He swears to himself that he’ll watch over her, pay attention, make sure that he knows when she’s hurting, and when she needs someone to sit with her in the rain.

“Do you love me?” Haruhi asks suddenly.

Hikaru flinches, some kind of reflex left over from how terrified he is of anyone other than Kaoru getting close to him— a reflex that he’s been working against ever since he met Haruhi.

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly. He’s never been this honest before, and he doesn't know if he ever will be again. He pauses for a moment, looking at her. Their eyes meet, and he wonders if there’s something there, if there ever could be. “Can I kiss you?”

Haruhi bites down on her lip, searching his eyes as if she��s about to say no, but Hikaru catches her eyes dropping from his own eyes to his mouth. “Yes.”

“I—” Hikaru stops.

There’s no room for doubt, not here. He doesn’t know why he asked, or why she said yes, and he doesn’t know why he wants to in the first place. He just knows that he’s putting a hand at her cheek and guiding her forward, and then he’s closing his eyes and they’re kissing. Haruhi makes some kind of half-startled, half-pleased noise, a kind of sigh that he takes in and breathes out.

Maybe, he thinks, there is something there.

But he pulls away, dropping his hand away from her cheek and taking a deep breath. No sparks flew, but his stomach turned over and his heart stuttered at the taste of her strawberry chapstick. No sparks flew, but his cheeks are red and he wants to kiss her again. Fuck, he wants to kiss her again.

Haruhi turns away from him, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders. “That was nice.”

He nods. “It was.”

“What happens now?”

Hikaru licks his lips. They taste like strawberry, and he exhales. “I don’t know.”

There’s a pause, enough of one for Hikaru’s skin to begin to crawl. He doesn’t know if he’s ruined everything, now, or if he’s just made everything better. Before Haruhi can respond, though, the doors to the church burst open, and Tamaki is yelling, “Haruhi!”

Haruhi slides out from under the table, blanket still wrapped around her shoulders and headphones around her neck. She doesn’t look at him, but her face is red, too. “Over here. Hikaru found me.”

#my writing #ohshc #hikaharu #hikaru hitachiin #haruhi fujioka #hikaharu fanfic #ohshc fanfiction #ouran high school host club #ouran high school host club fanfiction #i'll be online and actually talk to people more later #it's my reward for actually getting hw done #will see y'all tonight

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snoopysfriendwoodstock · 4 years

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book recs based off of taylor swift songs!

so, we all want taylor to share her reading recs with us but she still hasn’t! so instead, here are book recommendations based on taylor swift songs! these recommendations are based on both the content of the songs, the vibe of the songs, and the themes present!

goodreads pages for each book are linked for more about them!

A Place in this World - coming of age novels

The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo (YA novel told in verse)

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott (classic)

A Very Large Expanse of Sea by Tahereh Mafi (YA realistic fiction)

The Miseducation of Cameron Post by Emily M. Danforth (YA realistic fiction / tw: conversion therapy, religious abuse, homophobia)

Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson (children’s/middle grade poetry)

The Girl in the Tangerine Scarf by Mohja Kahf (adult realistic fiction / tw: islamophobia, racist hate crime)

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston (classic)

there are a lot here, so the rest are under a read more!

ME! - memoirs and autobiographies that are one of a kind

Long Live the Tribe of Fatherless Girls by T Kira Madden (tw: substance abuse)

The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls (tw: abuse)

Little Weirds by Jenny Slate

Like Me: Confessions of a Heartland Country Singer by Chely Wright

Know My Name by Chanel Miller (tw: sexual assault)

Accidental Saints by Nadia Bolz-Weber

My Soul Looks Back by Jessica B. Harris

The Lucky One - novels about the perils of fame

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Tara Jenkins Reid (adult historical fiction)

Daisy Jones and the Six by Tara Jenkins Reid (adult historical fiction / tw: substance abuse)

City of Girls by Elizabeth Gilbert (adult historical fiction)

Fame Adjacent by Sarah Skilton (adult contemporary)

Girl in a Band by Kim Gordon (nonfiction/memoir)

Famous in a Small Town by Emma Mills (YA romance)

Fake Plastic Girl by Zara Lisbon (YA mystery)

It’s Nice to Have a Friend - novels about perceived friends with who turn out to be lovers OR who spend the novel with homoerotic tension

Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein (YA historical fiction)

Emma by Jane Austen (classic)

Dare Me by Megan Abbott (YA/adult thriller)

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz (YA realistic fiction)

Annie on My Mind by Nancy Garden (YA romance)

Only The Young - novels about young people making major change/experiencing societal upheaval

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas (YA realistic fiction / tw: police brutality, murder, racism)

Revolution Is Not a Dinner Party by Ying Chang Compestine (middle grade/YA historical fiction)

Ghost Boys by Jewell Parker Rhodes (middle grade historical fiction/fantasy / tw: police brutality against a black child, depiction of emmett till)

Orleans by Sherri L. Smith (YA dystopian)

The Marrow Thieves by Cherie Dimaline (YA dystopian / tw: depiction of genocide against native americans)

The Chaos Walking Trilogy by Patrick Ness (YA science fiction)

The Best Day - songs about mother/daughter relationships (both meaningful and difficult)

Are You My Mother? by Alison Bechdel (adult graphic novel)

Restless by William Boyd (adult spy novel)

Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng (adult realistic fiction)

The Mother-Daughter Book Club by Heather Vogel Frederick (middle grade contemporary)

Love Story - a reimagining of a classic story

Pride by Ibi Zoboi (YA contemporary / reimagining of Pride and Prejudice)

The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer (YA science fiction / reimagining of Cinderella, Little Red Riding Hood, Rapunzel, and Snow White)

Ayesha At Last by Uzma Jalauddin (adult contemporary / reimagining of Pride and Prejudice)

Home Fire by Kamila Shamsie (adult contemporary / reimagining of Antigone, tw: islamophobia, depiction of torture)

You Need to Calm Down - these are just a variety of books strictly abt LGBT characters not just a gay side character <3

Her Royal Highness by Rachel Hawkins (YA romance)

Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston (YA romance)

Charity & Sylvia by Rachel Hope Cleves (nonfiction)

The 57 Bus by Dashka Slater (YA nonfiction / tw: transphobia, transphobic hate crime, misgendering)

Autoboyography by Christina Lauren (YA contemporary)

Treacherous - a love that teeters between labels for too long as neither can resist the pull of the other

Passenger by Alexandra Bracken (YA science fiction)

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (classic)

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë (classic)

Tell Me How You Really Feel by Aminah Mae Safi (YA romance)

Don’t Blame Me - an all-encompassing, maddening love

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier (classic)

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë (classic)

The Way I Loved You - love stories about people who are always attracted to the more dangerous option, even when they’re safe where they are

Anna K: A Love Story by Jenny Lee (YA romance)

Playing With Matches by Hannah Orenstein (adult romance)

My Life Next Door by Huntley Fitzpatrick (YA romance)

Heartless by Marissa Meyer (YA fantasy / retelling of Alice in Wonderland from the Queen of Heart’s perspective)

The Awakening by Kate Chopin (classic)

Speak Now - weddings/wedding related activities gone wrong!

Save the Date by Morgan Matson (YA romance)

The Unhoneymooners by Christina Lauren (adult romance)

In a Dark, Dark Wood by Ruth Ware (adult thriller)

Look What You Made Me Do - women getting their revenge, whether it’s justified or not

Sadie by Courtney Summers (YA thriller / tw: physical and sexual abuse, pedophilia, murder, substance abuse)

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn (adult thriller / tw: sexual/physical abuse, murder, suicide mentions)

Find Her by Lisa Gardner (adult thriller / tw: physical abuse, kidnapping, rape, murder, graphic depictions of violence)

I’m Only Me When I’m With You - books with a strong focus on platonic relationships, how they grow and change

Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen (classic)

Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty (adult thriller / tw: physical abuse)

This One Summer by Mariko and Jillian Tamaki (YA graphic novel)

Monday’s Not Coming by Tiffany D. Jackson (YA mystery)

Sula by Toni Morrison (classic / tw: racism, rape mention, physical abuse, sexism)

A Separate Peace by John Knowles (classic)

Such a Fun Age by Kiley Reid (adult contemporary / tw: racism)

Haunted - novels about feelings of loss combined with supernatural elements

Beloved by Toni Morrison (classic / tw: depictions of slavery, rape, sexual abuse, physical assault, racism, racist language)

Leaving Time by Jodi Picoult (adult mystery)

Sawkill Girls by Claire Legrand (YA fantasy/horror)

A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness (middle grade fantasy illustrated novel)

You Belong With Me - young adult novels with a LOT of pining

When Dimple Met Rishi by Sandhya Menon (YA romance)

Since You’ve Been Gone by Morgan Matson (YA romance)

First & Then by Emma Mills (YA romance)

Tweet Cute by Emma Lord (YA romance)

Begin Again - novels about people getting another chance at love

Beach Read by Emily Henry (adult romance)

Evvie Drake Starts Over by Linda Holmes (adult romance)

Second Chance Summer by Morgan Matson (YA romance)

Persuasion by Jane Austen (classic)

The Two Lives of Lydia Bird by Josie Silver (adult romance)

Enchanted - love at first sight OR meet cutes!

Meet Cute by Various Authors (collection of YA short stories)

The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight by Jennifer E. Smith (YA romance)

The Unexpected Everything by Morgan Matson (YA romance)

What If It’s Us by Becky Albertalli & Adam Silvera (YA romance)

They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera (YA romance)

Lovely War by Julie Berry (YA historical fiction / tw: racism)

Long Live - fighting monsters, both literal and figurative

Pet by Akwaeke Emezi (YA fantasy / tw: sexual abuse)

A Blade So Black by L.L. McKinney (YA fantasy / reimagining of Alice in Wonderland)

When You See Me by Lisa Gardner (adult thriller / tw: sexual abuse, physical abuse, rape, murder, kidnapping)

#taylor swift #thank yew and goodnight taylor you can still share your reading recs with us tho please <3

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axther · 4 years

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hey lover!

They walked with the Universe on their shoulders, and made it look like wings.

tamaki amajiki x gender neutral!eldritch abomination!reader

a/n: thank you so much to the wonderful wonderful @what-the-censored-xd and @pixxiesdust for being my beta readers!! and thank you to @v0mpy for requesting!! finally, a story where the love interests actually get together and stay together 🥴

Sweet was the light that beyond the window breaks.

Tamaki Amajiki knew this well. Said light was always coming from the side of his best friend’s room, illuminating the side of their face. Sometimes, it didn’t need to, their own radiance showing, or maybe the light of a dual monitor system. Their eyes would flick left and right, smiling softly at the spiralling chat on the bottom right corner, as they conquered kingdoms. Their hands were fast and sharp, tapping and flying across the keyboard with a vengeance, and when they won a battle, they would lean back with a satisfied sigh. Maybe there was a streak of paint on their arms, and in spare moments, they would try to rub it off. And in even sparser seconds, they would look at Tamaki on their bed and give a sweet smile.

YN LN. The love of Tamaki’s life.

YN didn’t necessarily know that, though. Tamaki made absolutely sure they had no clue, short of him blushing when they were around. But since they knew him since he was a child, they easily brushed it off as him simply being...him.

In the late nights where the darkness was overwhelming and his thoughts were too loud, he would sneak into their dorm and watch them play in the wee hours of the morning. He would take in the scent of paint, the faceless worlds on their walls, trapped on canvas or paper. It felt almost surreal. And as he would watch them, he would wonder. Was he enough? Would he ever be enough?

Ah, but those were the late nights. The nights would bleed into days, light breaking through other windows, and YN would move from their desk into a wide room, with brick walls on three sides and floor-to-ceiling windows on the other, like a gilded cage. And YN would paint, colours of every kind sweeping across the racks of canvases, paints sliding and paints, prying off the brushes into something unfathomable. And Tamaki would watch them until the sun was done rising and the early morning fog would clear.

Sometimes, he wondered. YN had never shown a quirk nor spoken of one. They were enigmatic in all the best ways, ways that snared and contained Tamaki like a blanket. They never judged him, never differed. They were effortlessly elegant, accidentally regal, casually divine. They created and destroyed as they pleased, and none could stop them. Sometimes when they spoke, their eyes would seefade into worldsthoughts of a world that Tamaki couldn’t even begin to fathom. YN rarely spoke of home, but when they did, it was a dark place that they could only spit harsh, short words of. Thatere was something deep that Tamaki didn’t dare touch, lest he watch their friendship crumble before his eyes.

Tamaki loved them. And it could destroy him at any moment, in a single, breathless second.

He never wanted that second to come, but like most things in his life, disaster loved him. That second answered all his questions, all the wondering if he was enough. It all came to a halt as the world froze, and he knew.

He wasn’t enough.

“It’s done!”

YN stood in front of a massive canvas that stretched above them, resting their hands on their hips in satisfaction. Their accent rang through their pride, and paint was everywhere on them, but they had a small grin on their face. Tamaki was behind them, staring up at the work with quiet horror.

Before him was what could only be labelled as a monstrosity. It was pure chaos, with deep blues and greens swirling across it like the sea had risen to the earth and taken a sturdy form. There were yellow and lime green fires cast across it, thick billows of smoke rising to the top of the canvas. The main centrepiece was like a horrible streak of blood: a creature in the middle, a tall, mutilated, spectral creation. It had ribs, Tamaki could tell that much, but too many, and they were hanging out and contorting it’s entire torso. It looked up into the sky of chaos, and he could almost hear the cry from it’s nonexistent mouth.

“It’s incredible,” he whispered in awe. He took a tentative step forward and YN glanced at him.

“You think so? I’m sure it could be better, but to be honest, I’ve been working on this for months.” They glanced up at it again before turning to Tamaki. “What do you really think?”

“It’s so…” hHe hesitated, staring right at the creature. It wasn’t so terrifying up close, but instead seemed to be mourning. “It’s so sad.”

It came out as little more than a reverent whisper, but YN’s raised eyebrows said enough.

“Really?”

“I-! I’m sorry!” Tamaki recoiled his hand, not even realising that he had been reaching forward. “If that wasn’t what you were going for, then I’m probably wrong!”

“No, no.” YN paused, tilting their head. “That’s exactly what I was going for. I just...didn’t think you’d pick it up. Most people don’t.”

“Huh?” Tamaki looked at them with wide eyes and a flush. “W-Well! Then it’s...it’s great!”

“Nice.” YN nodded, though it seemed more like they were musing. “I’m glad, then.” They turned to grab a rag, wiping their hands. Tamaki’s eyes flickered across the entire canvas, trying to take in as much as he could when he noticed a figure in the bottom middle of the canvas. He tilted his head.

“Who’s that?”

YN turned, curious, before realising what he was eyeing. They faltered, turning back around.

“It’s nothing. Just...just something extra.”

“Oh.” Tamaki stepped back. “What are you going to work on next?”

“I dunno,” YN shrugged. “I need to get more supplies, but after that, it’s kinda up in the air.”

Tamaki nodded. “Okay.”

He wished he could say more, but all he could think of was the small, kneeling figure before the great calamity. They looked so hopeless, so pleading.

And quite suddenly, the painting didn’t seem to be about the monster after all.

Tamaki was walking with YN down an open mall, watching them glance at shops and talk about their latest work. There were lights strung about, and sparse boards served as a makeshift room, letting the sunlight soak through. It was neither busy nor empty, with people scattered about. YN was in step with Tamaki, sighing.

“I, uh, wanted to encompass…” YN waved their hands about, trying to tie their words to their thoughts. They couldn’t seem to focus on one thing until Tamaki ever so gently began pulling them towards a corner store with mock paint splatter along the walls. YN didn’t resist, instead electing to still try and speak their mind.

“It’s like, this thing. It’s really...opaque.” They paused, pursing their lips. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“I can try...to help you get it out…” Tamaki murmured, watching a couple point at a bright blue paint through the glass of the doors. “Do you have the...the basic idea?”

“No,” YN snorted. “I just know it’s...dark. Angry.”

“Angry?” Tamaki glanced back at them, daring to raise a concerned eyebrow. “Why...why angry?”

“I dunno.” YN’s eyes grew dark for a second, unfocusing like they were somewhere else, when a distant rumble echoed through the road. Both turned toward the sound alongside most of the civilians, and Tamaki grew stiff.

“What was that?” YN murmured, a casual curiosity on their face. “Thunder?”

Tamaki stepped in front of them. “That wasn’t thunder.”

There was a moment of pure, thick tension, a tension that was palpable and making the hairs on the back of Tamaki’s neck rise, and YN put a hand on his shoulder. They opened their mouth to say something, but Tamaki stared down the cobblestone road with an unblinking stare. There was movement, barely any, and Tamaki gave a shuddering blink.

Then, it hit like a mule kick.

There was a tsunami of pure air, rushing forth in an uncontrollable tide. The lights flailed in the wind and civilians were shoved back down the street. Tamaki managed to nearly throw YN into the store before getting flung into a candy shop sign, yelping when the collision made his spine pop. As he gathered his breath, he used his quirk to manifest tentacles, staring straight ahead.

A man strutted forward, oozing confidence, purple hair pulled high in a winding ponytail. When one civilian shakily tried to dial 119, he raised his fist in a sharp motion. A square column shot from the ground and fired the poor woman into the air. It was almost comical, how she was there and then she wasn’t, but Tamaki rushed forward and caught her, placing her gently on the ground before facing the man. The man stood for a minute, letting the remaining civilians clear before focusing on Tamaki.

“Where,” the man droned. “Are your heroes, boy?”

Tamaki narrowed his eyes, wondering if the woman’s call went through. He looked over at her, only to see YN standing over the woman in a protective stance. YN glanced back periodically at Tamaki with worried eyes. He glanced back, only to see the man was much closer that he had anticipated, maybe only a yard away. Tamaki was tempted to leap back, but the man stood right before the glass windows of the paint shop, and Tamaki’s nerves were steeled.

YN was there. YN was there. YN was there.

“What is your name, boy?” The man growled. Tamaki kept his mouth sealed, keeping eye contact with the man’s blue eyes. “I am Yigrallas Initi, son of the Great Yoson. I have come to seek out revenge on my father’s killer by destroying the world they hold so dear.”

None of it made a lick of sense to Tamaki, but he realised that Initi had an accent he could place. It was the same accent YN had, the one that no one could pin the location of. He narrowed his eyes.

“I won’t give you the chance.”

Tamaki began rushing Initi, just hoping to get him away from the paint shop, and Initi waved a gloved hand. The earth beneath Tamaki spun and he nearly ran across the entire street before righting himself and seeing Initi turn and face Tamaki. He realised that thank god, Initi was looking away from the paint store. YN was inside, ushering the woman, spare customers, and workers into the backroom or under the counter. They stood near the back door, narrowing their eyes at Initi.

“Do not get distracted, boy.” Initi raised his fist again, but before Tamaki could be rocketed by the stone under his feet, he skipped to the side and narrowly missed a rock to the jaw. Initi growled.

“You are a fleeting one.”

It began a dance; Tamaki leapt back and forth, trying to avoid the wind and rocks that Initi tried shooting his way. It was strange how Initi seemed to only be mildly annoyed the entire time, but Tamaki didn’t think too hard on it.

That was a lie. He thought about it-a lot.

Was Initi planning something? Were there others? Where were the actual, licensed heroes? Were they even coming? Tamaki thought enough that he was too slow, getting smacked with a boulder the size of an outdoor table. Initi let out a laugh.

“The little bird touches the earth,” Initi mused, watching Tamaki fall to the pavement. Tamaki’s head was spinning. The rock hit much harder than he anticipated and made him go still for a moment. Everything echoed, like Initi’s footsteps, his chuckles, the bell.

The bell?

Tamaki managed to open his eyes and saw YN storming out of the paint shop with a fury in their eyes.

“Tama!”

Initi stopped approaching Tamaki and turned. YN’s eyes met Initis’, and there was an instant look of horrified confusion. Initi’s eyes widened, impossibly so, before a ferocious glare glare overtook his face.

“Z’ythras.” He growled.

“Yigrallas,” They hissed.

“You killed my father,” Initi’s voice plummeted, and his hand made a choking motion towards YN. They cooly stepped to the side and avoided the plume of fire from Init’s palm.

“He deserved it,” They reared up, putting both hands before them like they were planning to punch the villain.

“He did nothing!” Initi howled and ran towards YN. Tamaki tried to protest, but his voice was stuck in his throat, and he smelled blood.

“He destroyed everything I loved!” YN’s face was uncharacteristically enraged, running right into Initi and socking him in the nose. He yelped, grabbing a handful of their hair and dragging the both of them to the ground. It was straight, raw, hand-to-hand combat, and Tamaki watched in awe as YN held their own against Initi.

“He hunted demons. Demons like you!” Initi managed to spit out, before straddling YN and placing his hands around their throat.

“You…” YN was choking, trying to pry his hands away and kicking him in the stomach. “You have no idea...what he did…!”

“You killed him!” Initi dug his nails into the meat of YN’s arm and used his spare hand to grip their ribs. “You murderer! My father was a good man, and he ended the plague of-of!” Initi didn’t get to finish his sentence when YN picked up a piece of rubble and smashed it into his face. There was a streak of blood and dust of Initi’s face and YN scrambled away, towards Tamaki, who was still trying to get up. Initi grabbed their foot, though, and they slammed into the cobblestones. There was a groan, and then Initi climbed back onto YN and began choking them, slamming their head with as much force as Initi could muster.

“You served them! They did nothing but kill and destroy, and you served them willingly! You must die!”

Then, there was silence.

Initi stared down at YN, and Tamaki tried to yell. They were completely still, and there was something leaking from behind their head and staining the bricks. It wasn't red, but a gaudy silver that was only there for a moment before disappearing into the air.

YN was dead.

Tamaki wasn’t enough.

He felt his heart stop and a white-hot rush in his blood. Tears swelled forth, and thought the blur, Initi looked at his hands with shock. The man didn’t seem to even know what he did, standing with a gasp. It was all so suffocating, seeing YN’s still corpse and knowing that he would never hear them again. It was a horrible, quiet peace that made Tamaki choke on his own sobs.

Initi looked at Tamaki, and slowly began stumbling towards him. Tamaki felt such a deep hatred for the purple blob in his eyes, and wanted nothing more than to crush it.

Then, there was a whisper.

Initi stopped, and the tears fell from Tamaki’s eyes. It was enough that he could see someone writhing on the ground behind Initi. The man turned, and let out a gasp.

There were two YNs, and one YN rose like a puppet cut from it’s strings, breathing like they were starved for air. Their head was back in a way that seemed almost painful, until it snapped forward. The other YN-the corpse-melted like red goo until the skeleton was the only thing left and it rose, standing perfectly behind YN. The ground around them began shifting, until chunks of the pavement were uprooted, and five more skeletons crawled from the dark dirt, bugs and filth clinging to the yellowed bones. There was a second, a brief, imperceptibly chaotic and still at the same time.

The perfect eye of the storm.

Then, YN’s voice leaked through while they still faced the pavement. It wasn’t the sweet, kind voice Tamaki knew, but a sound like a thousand angry hornets if they could speak at once. It made his entire body freeze in horror.

“Sixty five million, three hundred and forty thousand, and five hundred and sixty minutes.” YN paused and sighed heavily. “Five hundred and sixty-one. One hundred and twenty two years, seven months, and twenty four days.”

YN looked up, and their eyes were a startling pitch black with bleeding red pupils. They didn’t even seem to see Tamaki, tunnel vision focused on Initi. The skeletons, which had been looking down, snapped their heads up to look at Initi.

“I am considered young for my kin. We are ageless in infinite chaos. Possessive of everything and nothing. We are the rulers of the empty voids. Your father destroyed my home and peoples for sport and was killed by the Ancient Laws, written by Father Dragon and Mother Hydra. I killed Yoson Godslayer. I am Z’ythras, the Last Great Old One, and you have hurt my love.”

At once, Initi let out a horrified yell as the skeletons ran at him, almost on all fours. It was frankly terrifying, a suffering, malicious vision of Initi being ripped to shreds. His screams were miserable but Tamaki could only focus on YN. They turned to Tamaki, brows furrowed, and ran to him. He tried to whimper something, anything, but YN simply cradled his head and blocked the bloodshed.

“Sleep, my love. All will be well.”

And all Tamaki saw was darkness.

When Tamaki woke up, he was screaming.

He was in a cold sweat, gripping at blankets and anything he could see. He felt overloaded, terrified, until the door opened (there was a door?) and YN walked in. They smiled in the comforting way they always did, and Tamaki relaxed.

“Bad dream?” They murmured, tucking some of Tamaki’s stray hair behind his ear. He panted, but the burning in his lungs was quelling. He started rambling, eyes darting across YN’s guest room.

“Y-Yeah! You died, and there was this man, and-and he was after you, and there were skel…”

Tamaki looked at the open door and saw not one, not two, but six skeletons, all curiously edged around the door like puppies. But if they were puppies, Tamaki would’ve been fine. Instead, he began choking on his breath again, and YN grabbed his face.

“Tama, focus. Focus. You’re okay. They’re not going to hurt you.” YN looked both concerned and humoured, and one of the skeletons jostled the other in what seemed to be embarrassment.

“Then-then-then you-and he-and they-and you-”

“Just take a second, Tama.” YN soothed. “Breathe. I can explain once you’re calmed down.”

It took Tamaki more than a second, but he was able to breathe normally, and if he kept his eyes on YN, he wouldn’t be able to see the skeletons in the corner.

“So…” Tamaki gulped. “What…?”

“Everything you’re going to hear is going to be…” YN hesitated. “Unbelievable. Absolutely insane.”

They stood and turned, tugging their shirt up just the slightest. Heat flushed Tamaki’s cheeks, but he noted a sticky-looking spiderweb pentagram tattoo. It had the All Seeing Eye in the middle, and he tilted his head. YN glanced back.

“I am not human. I might’ve been, at one point, but I can’t remember. I am part of a race of gods called the Great Old Ones.”

“You said...that they were dead.” Tamaki winced at the words, and YN lowered their shirt.

“Yes. I am the last one.”

“And that the guy, his dad…”

“Killed them. The Great Old Ones…we were powerful. Divine. Horrifyingly ethereal. We were the ultimate hunt. And Yoson was the ultimate hunter. He sought us out, and for the first time in millenia, someone managed to kill one of the Great Old Ones. But Yoson wasn’t satisfied.” YN’s eyes went dark, and Tamaki searched through them. There was nothing but ageless regret. “He went after all of them. I wasn’t there when it happened. I was on Earth actually. Here. But when I came back, it was all up in blue and yellow smoke. My father, he was the last one to be killed. And I saw him standing there, mourning for my mother.”

“Then the painting…” Tamaki baulked. “That was your father?!”

“Mhm.” YN hummed, sighing. “I was the only Great Old One that couldn’t be inherently killed, so Yoson went after me. And since the Ancient Laws, written by our-my forbears said that it was perfectly reasonable to fight back, I did.”

“Did he...kill you?”

“Oh, yes.” YN hummed again, looking both miffed and satisfied. “Four times. The fifth, I got hit by a car. The sixth, of course, was Yoson’s son. Who, naturally, is dead. Like father, like son, I suppose.”

“And…” Tamaki glanced at the skeletons. One waved timidly, and there was some more jostling.

“They follow me around, unless I want to be discreet. I didn’t want to scare you.”

“You and the villain, you two had...have the same accent.”

“He was raised on the ruins of my home, I suppose. Yoson was from there, too.”

“And you…” Another furious flush rose on Tamaki’s cheeks, and YN tilted their head.

“You called me your lover?”

YN’s eyes went wide, and the skeletons froze. Four dashed away, one slunk behind the door, and the last literally collapsed into a pile of bones. YN themselves were bright red, scratching the back of their neck and looking away.

“Aha, well, that was...I mean, if you don’t want to, then it’s okay! But I know...it’s, uh…” YN trailed off, nervous for the first time that Tamaki had seen. Someone who was an immortal god, levelled to a blushing flower. Some he loved, blushing for him.

“Am I dreaming?” Tamaki pinched himself, and YN sat up.

“Oy! Don’t hurt yourself more!” One of the skeletons (the one behind the door) nodded fervently with YN’s cry.

“But you’re really...you love me?” Tamaki pointed at himself. “Well…” YN paused, taking a deep breath. “Yeah.”

There was a moment, but unlike all the others, it was kind. It was soft and gentle, like staring at the stars on a clear summer night. Tamaki’s heart pounded through his stomach.

“Well, I-! I like you, too!” He nearly hollered it, but YN lit up like a tree again.

“Then do you wanna be, like...dating?” “Y-Yes! Please!” He leaned forward. “And does that mean we…! Can we!” He couldn’t finish his sentence, he was too nervous, but YN smiled.

“You wanna kiss?”

There was a rattle and all the skeletons were back at the door again, but Tamaki ignored it in favour of staring intently at YN’s lips. He gulped and nodded. They leaned closer, ever closer, and Tamaki’s heart raced, and it was like he was going to have a heart attack.

Then their lips met, and it all paused, and suddenly, this one moment made up for the bad ones.

#tamaki amajiki x reader #bnha x reader #eldritch horror reader #lovecraft #fnjenfjeo im tired #im just glad i finished this tbh #my hero academia x reader #reader insert

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a-dreaming-artist · 4 years

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A Witches Spell Chapter 4

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The boy wasn’t sure when he had fallen asleep, but at some point he did. He was still sitting at his desk, the book underneath his head still open. The little bit of light that peeked through his blinds hurt his eyes, it took a moment to adjust to the light. Standing up he stretched slightly and walked to his small kitchen, making his way to the basket on his counter. Removing the small cloth on top revealed the sweets the blonde had brought him yesterday, still warm like they were just pulled out of the oven.Tamaki knew he should have been using his magic for better uses but the ability to keep food warm was one he loved. Grabbing a sweet roll he took a bite and made his way back to his desk, reviewing all the notes he had taken last night.

‘It’s not good enough’

A little voice whispered inside Tamaki’s head, making him squeeze his eyes shut. He just wasn’t as good as his mother. He knew he wasn't. The little voice wouldn’t let him forget this fact. Tamaki let out a long sigh and closed the large book of spells and potions. After finishing the sweet roll, he rested his head on the desk wishing to just go back to bed for another hour. He needed to keep working though. His mother's work couldn’t be for nothing.

‘Tamaki, baby, it’ll be ok’

A woman's voice broke the silence of the little house, it was so soft and sweet. Tamaki looked up and over to the kitchen, seeing a woman stirring what seemed to be a pot of soup. Walking to the kitchen Tamaki stood next to the woman, causing her to look over at him.

‘It’s just a slight fever, you’ll feel better in no time I promise’

Tears began to form in the boy's eyes at the sight of the woman's smile, it was so full of love. It made him feel safe.

“M… mom…” Tamaki reached forward and touched his mother's hand, flinching when it simply fazed through hers. This wasn’t real. Just a memory. Just his mind playing tricks.

‘Yes, baby?’

“I can’t… I can’t do it…” the tears began to fall, “I’m not- I’m not as strong as you and-“ he couldn’t even finish his words, he just let out a choked sob and buried his face into his hands. The house was only filled with the sounds of sobs and hiccups, reminding Tamaki how alone he was.

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Two hours.

Tamaki spent two hours crying, two hours wasted on nothing. Finally getting off the kitchen floor the boy took shakey steps back to his desk, sitting down in the chair. He felt so tired, so weak, but he couldn’t waste anymore time. Picking up his pen Tamaki looked at the sheets of paper scattered across the desk, some were covered in small notes while others had large black spots of ink from the boy scribbling out notes. He was working on an antidote, trying to figure out how to stop this awful disease. His mother was so close, she almost had it.

But…

Tamaki shook his head, removing the thought quickly. It’ll only make him break down again. He didn’t know the name of the wizard who spread this curse, but he remembers his face clearly. The motive was unclear, it made no sense. Why kill an entire town for seemingly no reason? Letting out a sigh of frustration, Tamaki grabbed the mortar and pestle. Looking at one of his notes he threw in two peony flowers, often known for their healing powers, along with marjoram. He used the pestle to crush the three ingredients, reading over the papers while he did so.

Mumbling a regeneration spell onto the mixture Tamaki set the mortar to the side. The regeneration spell wasn’t strong, only meant for small cuts, but with the help of the mixture it could become more powerful. He reached for a glass bottle, filled with purple colored water, pouring some into the mixture.

This is the farthest Tamaki has ever gotten. This mixture alone could cure a small cold, but not even close to something like the current issue. He’s mixed almost everything possible, at least for what was in his house, and nothing has worked. However, he had something new, yesterday he saw purple mushrooms growing by one of his traps. They’re uncommon, only growing every 15 years. Ripping a piece of the mushroom off he put it in the weak potion. Crushing and mixing it together, Tamaki grabbed a diseased potato. The curse has three ways of infecting its victims, food, contact with those already infected, or rare cases are from the air. So he always tested on bad food. Using a pipette to absorb some of the potion Tamaki dropped the liquid onto the potato, watching how it reacted.

Tamaki’s stomach dropped at the sight. The potato turned black, shriveling up almost instantly. It killed it. Tamaki wasn’t moving forward, he was moving backwards.

“Damnit!!”

He slammed his fist on the desk, causing everything to shake. Including the toxic potion, making it spin towards the edge of the desk and fall down. The glass bottle shattered, spilling the liquid and sending broken glass everywhere. Tamaki flinched at the sound, not bothering to look down at the damage he caused. He grabbed a broom and washcloth, cleaning up the mess. Tears began to burn his eyes again, making cleaning a difficult task complete.

“Stop it” he wiped the tears away, “I said stop it. Don’t- don’t be weak” there was a shake in his voice, he was holding back a sob. Tamaki dropped the washcloth, knowing he couldn’t finish this during his emotional episode.

He was so weak.

He was so exhausted.

He was so

Lonely.

Tamaki felt his body begin to shake, letting the tears fall freely now. He wasn’t sure how much time was passing, but he didn’t even care. He just wanted to sleep.

The tears stopped eventually, he wasn’t sure how long it had been, and Tamaki continued to clean pretending the emotional episode didn’t even happen. Throwing the poisoned washcloth away, he cleaned up the glass finally and threw it away as well. He stood in the center of the cottage for a moment, staring down at the floor. Tamaki began to zone out, jumping at the sound of a knock on his door.

“Tamaki? It's me, Mirio!”

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kirishibi · 4 years

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antigenius · 4 years

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Howdy lovely! I am 5’6 straight female who loves sleeping. If I didn’t have to get for school I would but I do and I am a pretty diligent student. I’m open minded to anything as long as there is some line of direction. I’m a very corny person with the worst jokes imaginable and I love making people smile. Despite that I always voice my insecurities and place to much pressure on myself and think I’m shitty at everything. I am a very caring person and I give my friends 1/2

Good advice but never to take my own. I go to ridiculous feats to lose weight that aren’t healthy because I don’t think I look the greatest. I can be alone with my thought for to long because I am pessimistic but I lie to myself and say that I’m being honest with how I am. I can’t take a compliment and I just feel worthless at times. But when it boils down to it I love to draw, song and cook (mostly self taught) Lazy days are my favorite and cuddling is nice too. Thanks bb❤️🥰

Agh!! So sorry this is so late! But here we are, finally! I hope you like this!

I think you would be good with…

Mirio!

You seem to me as someone who would cause curiosity in Mirio with your horrible jokes and lovely attitude. You guys would hit it off and honestly have such a good time together.

Mirio would be able to help you with lifting the pressure you put on yourself. Just like you, he has his own insecurities, but he laughs them off. He’ll probably brush this off onto you, but I know there’ll be times where you’ll both just sit down and talk about what’s worrying you. You’ll be just talking about every worry you have while he plays with your hair, his strong arms wrapped around your waist.

Mirio is the best cheerleader! He’d try his best to lift your self-esteem, and he’s so patient, taking each step to confidence with you. Going on dates, lord have mercy. He’d use every cheesy pick-up line to make you laugh and blush. That is, if manages to stop blushing himself at how gorgeous you are. I canon that in front of his lover, he’s the most flustered thing ever, and he’d just drink in your ethereal aura and whisper “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

Please cook for him. Mans doesn’t care whatever it is or how it tastes, Mirio just adores the thought of his s/o wearing a cute apron and cooking him a pancake. It makes his heart swell with joy.

I also feel like you’d get on well with Nejire and Tamaki! Nejire seems like someone who you’d be pretty friendly with, and I think you could reach Tamaki on a more empathetic level. I also think Nejire would be someone who would help turn your self-doubt into confidence given her love for fashion/beauty, so she’d always reassure you that your figure is PERFECT! She’ll go shopping with you and get you a dress that’ll make Mirio’s jaw drop onto the floor.

I think it’s amazing that you’re open-minded, because I know Mirio would want to take you to a waterfall, up mountains, to a coffee shop, go-karting, anything and everything that sounds romantic or fun, you’ll find yourselves going there on a date.

A date with Mirio

“Wake up, Sunshine!”

It was a gorgeous Sunday morning, perfect for sleeping in and being lazy. You were having a dream about the most delicious food you’ve smelt in your life. It was about to go into your mouth when Mirio decided to wake you up.

Your eyes open lazily, hazed irises glancing over to the clock.

Seven am.

It was too fucking early for this.

You close back your eyes, hoping that if you thought about it hard enough, that you’d be sent back to your wonderful dream. Those glorious fries would still be there and you’d be able to drink that thick milkshake you ordered. There was a shuffle in the bedsheets beside you, you could feel his body hovering above yours.

“Not waking up?”

He trailed his fingers along your back, tracing your spine delicately. The feeling sends shudders up your spine, you writhe at his touch. He laughs.

“Come on, I’ll make breakfast!”

An enticing thought indeed, it almost made you want to get up. Enthusiasm on almost.

“Mirio, it’s only seven.” You yawn, tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth. “Wake me up in like five hours.”

“It’d by time for lunch by then!”

“Yeah, that’s the point.”

He sighs, you could practically see the lopsided smile on his face behind your eyelids.

“So you’re gonna be like that huh?”

You felt his weight lift from the bed, footsteps sounding farther and farther away. You felt a little guilty at not getting up, but your fuzzy mind was desperate to get back into dreamland that you knock out straight-away. The fries you remembered seeing smelled even better than before. The milkshake you dreamed of had hardly any condensation on the glass that contained it. You take a fry, about to taste the aromatic sea-salt that was sprinkled oh so delicately upon the chips. You breathe in deeply, imagining the sea. The waves crash around you, the briny sea air flooding your nostrils. You could even feel the sea spray its water on your fa-

You splutter, waking up from your peaceful slumber to Mirio spraying you with water. When you glare at him, he gives you his heartwarming smile.

“I had no choice! Your waffles would get cold!”

Your ears perk at the mention of food, immediately sitting up. “Waffles? Uh, next time just say so!”

“Well, you were so stubborn I couldn’t really-“

You throw yourself at him, interrupting him mid-sentence. It knocks the air out of his lungs, but he embraces you all the same.

“I love you-”

He was about to reply, but you speak again.

“-for making me waffles.”

You laugh as he huffs playfully, poking your side.

“Jokingggg!~” You kiss his cheek. “I love you even without the waffles.”

Those three words roll off your tongue quite nicely at this point. It would be weird if they didn’t, given that you guys had been together for about four years now. You both graduated from high school recently, if you could call about two years recent. Both of you started college together, renting out an apartment with Nejire and Tamaki. Life was fun, but since your quirk wasn’t exactly needed in the hero field and Mirio was… Mirio, you both had the apartment to yourselves as the other two went on patrols or missions. At first, Mirio kept making you go on hikes or just doing something outside. You obliged, knowing how much he was itching to be somewhere else but lazing about at home, but after a while, even with Mirio’s peppy attitude cheering you on, you got exhausted. You were not one to go for long treks in nature parks or walking up mountains with a heavy ass backpack, you just wanted to stay home and practice some anatomy (you still haven’t got a hang on hands just yet).

You never really complained, but Mirio already knew you were tired. The activities would become fortnightly instead of weekly, then monthly, which you minded a lot less. You didn’t even notice it at first, but it was quite considerate of your boyfriend to put your desires first before his. Thing was though, it always made you feel a little guilty.

Thus, you tried to put your all when the days for those walks came.

You stretch your arms to the ceiling, hearing your back crack at the movement. Splashing a bit of water onto your face to wake up, you make your way to the kitchen, the tantalising smell of hot waffles making your mouth water. A scoop of vanilla ice-cream sat upon the fluffy delight, the cold dessert melting into the little squares. Though you liked nothing more than a good waffle, you push the ice cream off the waffle, eating it with only bits of ice-cream. You didn’t need to put any weight after all.

Mirio observed this, a frown sitting on his lips.

“Hey, we’re going for quite a bit,” he places a hand on the small of your back, a soft kiss planted on your head, “I put that ice-cream so you’d have enough sugar to get you through it.”

You scoff, smirking. “What, you think I’m that weak?”

He arches an eyebrow, amusement glinting in his eyes for a small moment. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

A sigh leaves you. “It’s fine Miri. Just take my ice-cream will you?” You smile. “I don’t want it to go to waste.”

Not one to say no to the sugary treat, he takes a small bit of your scoop.

“There, eat the rest, or I’ll feed you it.”

Your cheeks flush. “Th-that’s-“

A spoonful of vanilla ice-cream gets pushed into your mouth, startling you. The creamy substance dribbles a little down your chin as you reluctantly swallow. Wiping your mouth with a tissue, Mirio grins.

“Want me to continue?”

Even though you could feel your whole face turning crimson red, you couldn’t say you didn’t like being fed. It reminded you of the times when you cooked lunch or dinner, and you asked him to taste test. You’d hold a spoon or fork to his lips, and the joy he got from your cooking made your whole day ten times better. You wondered if that’s what he was feeling right now.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

So for a while, Mirio was spoon-feeding you your breakfast. You took over after a minute or so though, finding the whole thing really embarrassing.

With your stomach full and your sugar buzz coming in, you got up to do the dishes while Mirio checked everything was locked before the both of you left for your walk.

Today, you were going for a stroll through Kyoto’s botanical garden. It was quite a contrast to your normal hikes, but Mirio saw you drawing flowers in your notebook the other day. The goofy dork took that as a sign to take you to a place with an absolute myriad of references blooming everywhere.

You hum quietly as you wash the plates, head bobbing to an imaginary beat. You hear Mirio’s feet pad against the tatami floors, getting closer and closer until your felt his strong arms around your waist, nose tickling the crook of your neck.

“Thanks for being wonderful.” He mumbles, pressing a kiss to your jaw. You laugh.

“I’m not even doing anything. If anything, I should be thanking you.”

He scrunches his eyebrows together. “That isn’t true. You work hard, you come with me on all these walks even though I know you’d rather not, but I selfishly make you go, you make sure I’m laughing when I feel down, there’s so much you do for me sunshine.”

You open your mouth to talk back, but he presses his lips to yours, silencing you.

“You’re wonderful. Absolutely and gorgeously wonderful. If you ever think different, I’ll make sure to tell you whenever I get the chance,” he kisses you again, “and that chance so happens to be right now.”

Your heart thumps against your ribcage. The universe really blessed you with this one. It takes you almost everything to not just sob with gratitude.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, sunshine.”

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tsukoyomi-fumikage · 4 years

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Quirk Sicknesses (Mul-Ships)

Please, PLEASE can someone make these random-ass small drabbles into real fanfictions - then tell me - I wanna read em!

Ships - BakuKiri, MiriTama, EraserMic, ShoToko, ShigaDabi, Mineta.

--- 1st BakuKiri ---

Bakugou slid into a fighting stance, narrowing his eyes at his sparring partner, who's arms automatically hardened into the quirk-enabled mode. "You ready, Shitty Hair?" He growled out, impatient to start and punch away at his anger of the day.

Kirishima nodded, determined. "Yeah, bring it on, Kacchan!"

"Don't call me that!" He yelled, charging forward, preparing an attack in his right hand, slamming said hand into his opponents head, smashing the rock-hard male to the side. "You know I hate it."

Red Riot stumbled slightly, reaching a hand to awkwardly rub along the spikes. "That..." He stopped dead, bringing his hand away to find blood and flaked skin coming off of his face. "Hurt...?"

Confused, his vision blurred as pain tore through his face, and at his stomach as Katsuki hit him again, unaware of the searing pain his friend was feeling. Gasping out, he lost all control of his quirk, reaching his maximum strength so suddenly and irrationally he cut the blond right across the cheek with his skin. "Shit." Swore the older boy, and he quickly stopped his attack, reaching up his fingers to press on the wound before looking down at Kirishima. "Fuck, dude! Your face!"

Kirishima Ejiro was barely hearing anything anymore, too busy trying to focus on his erratic breathing. He felt a hand touch his now slouching, soft shoulder and he flinched against it, making more skin fall off and more blood to appear. "What's happening?" He asked aloud to no one in particular, moving slowly to his knees to quell the shaking in his legs. Bakugou was in front of him, eyes wide and full shock, yet the rest of him held an expression that screamed calm... For once.

"It's a quirk thing." He said simply. The hurt man didn't understand, quirking a brow before hissing at the tug on his skin at the action. "For example my quirk thing is that I sweat more in my hands, meaning yes, bigger explosions, but more damage for me." He poked at his friends skin, watching it fall away. "Yours is... I'm not sure, actually."

Ejiro snorted sarcastically. "That's obvious."

Katsuki smiled, leaning back on his heels, swinging a little to keep his balance going. "Wanna head back to the dorms and get takeout? On me."

The sick student's eyes lit up. "Free takeout from you?" His mouth watered. "So many possibilities - man do I hope you have a lot of money!"

They ended up curled in Bakugou's room, watching netflix and eating takeout Takoyaki and clams. It made Kirishima think of Amajiki as he curled next to his friend, being held securely so his quirk wouldn't hurt as much as it had earlier.

Kirishima could say he was mad, but he pretty sure he was dying at being pressed into his crushes side. Luckily the lights were off, otherwise Katsuki might have caught his red complexion and killed him for real.

--- 2nd MiriTama ---

"Wo-woah!" Mirio steadied himself, balancing on his two feet, eyes squinted in concentration as he fought to keep his balance. "This is ridiculous." He spoke out loud, despite his big smile at the stupidity of his quirk.

Amajiki was sitting on the sofa in the far corner, curled up with his knees tucked against his front. "You need assistance there?" He offered, though there wasn't much he could do for someone who's quirk was for him to phase through things. That had already made itself known when Togata had shattered a glass while drinking juice, the liquid and cup going everywhere before he himself phased through the floor and landed in their neighbors apartment, completely naked and smiling awkwardly at their shocked faces. "Should I get Mr. Aizawa on the phone? Maybe he can come over?"

"No." Mirio bit his lip tightly, keeping his arms out to balance himself incase he phased again. "I've got this - they only last a few hours like your bellyaches, it's fine."

Tamaki clearly wasn't impressed, coming over to land a palm on his boyfriends cheek, surprised at the heat and the face his hand didn't just phase through the man's skull. "You should rest." He said quite obviously. "But.. like that probably isn't a good idea."

The indigo man was at a loss of what to do for the blond, so he sighed, slowly sitting himself on the couch until Togata joined him, sitting on his legs, which were the only points of his body he was able to control at the minute; his arms phasing through the other student as he tried to wrap a arm around his shoulders. "Uh..."

"It's alright." The smaller man chuckled, switching on the TV and opening Netflix. Mirio smiled in embarrassment. "What do you wanna watch?"

--- 3rd EraserMic ---

"This is so shit."

Eraser dropped several doses of his dry-eye medication, then tied a bandanna to his eyes, pressing down on sore swollen skin, trying his best to completely block out the light. It wasn't the best solution to his quirk-illness, but it did quell some of the pain. Aizawa relied completely on his vision, so he obviously called work to say he was sick before beginning all of this 'treatment'. Now he just had to suffer alone for a few days before his eyes would return to normal. Until then, pure darkness it was. Gosh, he sounded like Tokoyami - he'd been talking too much with that emo-bird student of his.

Shota let out a squeak when a hand landed on his shoulder. "Hizashi?" He asked out loud, but heard so response. His skin tightened and burned at his eyes moved under his eyelids, wanting to look and gouge who was in front of him. His boyfriend always talked even if he wasn't being asked questions - unless... "Are you sick too?"

A hand tapped once on his forehead: Eraser smiled. That was their sign of a 'yes'. When Present Mic got his quirk-illness, it makes his voice go completely - he can't even mutter quietly under his breath: It's the one time where the house is filled with the quieter man's voice only. "I'll call in for you." He offered, but realized he couldn't see where he'd put the phone down. "Could you - uh..."

Something metal touched his arm and he grabbed it, feeling over the bumps and pressing the correct numbers for the schools teacher line. After a few years of getting to know his quirk, he knew it would be best if he could read braille, and like him, Hizashi had also found a way to combat his quirks problems by learning sign language - though that sign language couldn't exactly help him communicate now.

After making the call, he sighed, sitting himself on the sofa, feeling the silent adult slump next to him. "We're ridiculous." He supplied a conversation, knowing his boyfriend hated silence. "I become your mouth when your sick and you become my eyes vise versa."

A weird noise made Aizawa know he'd made Yamada laugh - it was a wheezing huff of a laugh, barely as loud as a whisper. "You sound like a dying cockatoo."

He could only imagine the reply: "You look like a recycled character on BirdBox."

--- 4th ShouToko ---

Tokoyami couldn't believe his eyes as he walked into his boyfriends room after school, coming face to face with a bin full of tentacles, some with eyes, mouths and ears, and some with none at all. If his face could pale, it would. "Shoji?" He called out, feeling sick as his eyes refused to look away from the bin.

"Yeah I'm just in the bathroom, give me a second!"

Right. Right. He remembered that they all had bathrooms in these new dorms. Fumikage tried not to throw up and look at the dead limbs, forcing his head away from it, staring at the wall opposite instead.

"You okay, Fumi'?" Came the concerned voice from none other than Mezo as he stepped out the bathroom, doing up his mask from brushing his teeth. "You aren't looking too well."

His thoughts went back to the arms, and he imagined them slowly decaying - how was he supposed to be okay looking at his boyfriends ripped off arms? Duple or not? "I think I'm going to be sick." He muttered, pushing past Mezo and sprinting into his own-suite, getting to the toilet just in time to throw up, curling up over the object, shivering violently.

A hand found itself on his back, and he flinched, mind going back to the Camp Incident, the blood, the missing hand on the floor, the pained expression etched into Shoji's face as his other limbs curled around the hurt one. "Hey." Came a soft voice right by his ear. "It's alright."

Wiping his beak, he coughed, looking up at the taller. "How is it okay?" He croaked out, eyeing the teen with an almost furious look. "Your arms are coming off! That's not normal!"

"Oh, that's why? I thought you were really ill!" Shoji was obviously smiling behind his mask. Kneeling down to be on the birds level, he pressed a kiss through the mask onto his feathers. "Like with your feathers, my arms 'molt'" He explained, scooping the smaller up, he brought him back into his room. The emo boy squeezed his eyes shut as they passed the limbs. "It's perfectly normal."

They both sat on the bed, and Shoji leaned over, grabbing one of the arms with nothing on and wiggling it around. Fumikage gave him 'the look' and he chuckled. "Wiggle wiggle wiggle"

--- 5th ShigaDabi ---

Shigaraki exhaled slowly, breath misting in the cold air as he trudged towards the bars opening, hands covered by special gloves that quelled quirks tucked carefully in his pockets. Shouldering the door open, he was met with Toga and Twice, who were both fretting over a kneeling Dabi, who was clenching his hands and tucking them into a bucket of water. "Oh sweet Jesus-" He muttered under his breath. Everyone turned at the sound of his footsteps etching closer. "What happened this time?"

"Quirk-Illness." Twice explained happily, then his mind switched, and his mouth clenched. "Bad, bad, bad!" He scolded no one in particular, waving his arms around.

Toga gave a smirk at all the boys' personalities. She was probably wondering how they ever became what was considered a 'family'; "Honestly Dabi, you could just take a quirk suppressant." She offered.

The black-haired, scarred male looked at her - any normal person would see calmness, but they all knew he was irritated. "They don't work." He said simply, eyebrows furrowing. "I'm basically just like Shigaraki in this situation right now."

Although the multiple-handed male could argue that was a bit offensive at the hint of how his quirk was uncontrollable, he shrugged. "Yeah yeah, scar-face." He drawled out, coming to sit in front of the man and his bucket. "I take it your quirk-illness is that your hands become actual fiery magnets?"

A nod came from the taller. Shigaraki smirked under the hand over his face. Taking his own hand out, he removed his 'father' and placed him on his shoulder instead so the man could see his face. "I don't know if this'll work, but they work for me and hey-" He smiled; he knew he shouldn't, he knew it was terrifying when he did, but he smiled. "-My quirk is much more erosive than those large hands of yours."

"Yeah yeah." He took his hands out the water, watching as they lit up in dimmed blue flames. He hissed. "Fucking hurry then."

Taking both hands out of his pockets he pulled the gloves off, feeling his own quirk come back full throttle. Taking his ring finger and pinkie off of the cloth to avoid destroying the outer later, which was not quirk-suppressant, he handed them over to the man. "Here."

"oH mY gOd ShIgArAkI iS bEiNg KiNd." Twice fangirled over in the corner, probably grinning like an idiot as Dabi pulled the gloves on. "I'm So PrOuD."

"Shut it Two-faced dickhead!" Snarled the blue-haired boy, standing up and trying to grab him, but being stopped by the blue-fire quirk user. "Let me at him!"

Toga giggled, sitting up on one of the chairs, swinging her legs as she adjusted her scarf. "Boys."

--- EXTRA - MINETA ---

"Guys...?" Mineta asked, kicking his legs out as he fought to free himself. He was alone in the classroom way past school times. The grape-haired boy realized he probably fell asleep at his desk again and had tried to move, only to find his hair was attached to the desk. "Help?"

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startingtodayyouareahost · 4 years

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Hosts playing Minecraft?

I LOVE THISASK YOU HAVE NO IDEA!

Haruhi

"Haru-hi~“you call, wrapping your arms around her shoulders. "Play with me?”she looked up at you over the rim of her glasses as you spoke. “I got anew game, would you like to try with me?

"I’mkinda in the middle of studying.”

"Aright.I understand.“

"Ok,I’ll play.” You didn’t give her puppy eyes or anything she just drops whatshe’s doing because she loves you. Whenyou guys play you have a cute little house. You go exploring together and theworld is on peaceful.

Tamaki

"Waitso i-

"Yeah.

"Andthe it just-OH! Look, Look! I just made a torch!“

"way togo Tamaki!” he gets excited of the little things in the game and very slowto learn. Much like a toddler he doesthe weirdest things that only a child could think of. It’s very impressive. Andyou both have a lot of fun.

Kyoya

“Kyoya!Get off your computer and get on the tv with me!”

"What?“

"Laptopoff. Ass here.” Your boyfriend sighed before closing his laptop. As hewalked over the gentle music from thespeakers caught his attention. Minecraft in big letters appeared on the screen.

"You’rekidding.“

"Nope!”you pat the seat next to you and hand him a controller, smiling. “humor mefor an hour?”

He humoredyou for more than an hour. An hour wasn’t enough time to “get what hewanted done” was his excuse. You couldn’t help but laugh as he build awhole organized system to keep track of all your supplies. He also fixed village you guys found.

"Whyare there houses with no stairs?“

Hikaru

"Oh,hey! I heard of that game.” You look up as Hikaru leaned above you on thecouch.

"Yeahits fun! Wanna join babe?“ you wiggle a second controller as he vaultedthe couch.

"Yeah,I’ll join.”

Hikaru lovedredstone and slimeblocks he was constantly making contraptions… mostly toinconvenience you. Both of you ended up giving each other 2 hours to collectthings and make a base before, ATTACK TIME! You don’t work together. You can’t.

Kaoru

“Ilike the red over here in the living room.”

"I’mworking on the garden and courtyard.“ You sat curled in Kaoru’s lap your controllers click clacking away.You’ve been designing your shared house for hours. It’s a work of art!

"Heyshould we make one double bed to share? Or two separate beds?”

"Shareof course!“ you guys act like a new married couple all excited about theirfirst home.

Honey

No! wecan’t kill the animals!”

"Honey!We need to eat! We are dying!“

"NO!”

After thatyour world got put on peaceful. No more animal deaths. Honey doesn’t want tofight in the game. He likes building cute animal farms and small houses everywhere on the map all withina day’s walk of each other.

Mori

"Wow babe! Ilove all the dogs!“

"Thanks.”You managed to get Mori to play a few hours with you once. Then one day youwere gone and you came back to him playing alone. He made an entire village fullof, JUST. DOGS. Everything was fully furnishedwith a very “rustic” feel toit.

"Can I playwith you?“

"Ofcourse.

#Anonymous #ouran high school host club #ohshc #ouran highschool host club #tamaki suoh #takashi morinozuka #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #haruhi fujioka #mitsukuni haninozuka #kyoya ootori

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ssm day 5: festival

SasuSaku Month Day 5 Rating: T (for language) Title: Cat Raffle Disclaimer Day’s Notes: posting tonight because my family plans on making sure I leave the house tomorrow, even though I kind of hate going to the beach. This fic is dedicated to and was inspired by @cherrydangome who told me that there was a club at her university that was dedicated to feeding the cats that lived on their campus. I really made this to fulfill my desire for more SasuSaku + Team Taka College AUs. It’s super short but I hope you enjoy it!

Cat Raffle

He was running late.

Sasuke sighed, shifting his backpack higher on his shoulder adjusting the weight. He had meant to arrive earlier to his university before the rest of the circle members did so he could supervise them as they set up their booth. There was no telling what trouble they could get into if he left them alone.

Being the president of his circle was a lot more responsibility than he thought it would be, especially considering the last president had assigned him the job because he was the only one that could remember all of the names of the cats and the only one that could tell them apart.

Kiba was in charge of fixing the ruined the banner with his girlfriend Tamaki...Suigetsu was in charge of picking up extra charcoal for the grill…

Sighing to himself again, Sasuke mentally went over all of the jobs the members had for their festival booth. The vice president, Uzumaki Karin, had given him a schedule with a typo and if he hadn’t noticed it that morning he would have been running even more late and would have only arrived after the festival had started.

The original plan was to run a cat cafe inspired by the fact they were the cat circle that cared for the cats that lived on campus but the idea was vetoed as soon as they had suggested it due to the fact the festivities would be outdoors and they wouldn't be able to set up shop in the small area they were assigned for their stand.

“If our circle was one of the sports clubs we could have a better spot too,” Karin had complained.

She had planned to use Sasuke as bait to trade for a more favorable stand location but Sasuke was having none of it. It was already hard enough dealing with circle applicants that only wanted to join to flirt with him instead of making sure all of the cats were fed.

They really needed more funding to take care of all of the cats. Sasuke knew he was to blame for switching the food they originally used to a more expensive but healthier option. And it didn’t help that the amount of cats they were responsible for went up when one of the cats ended up becoming a mother.

“Hey Karin,” Sasuke spoke into his cell phone after he heard her pick up. “I’m almost there but is there anything we still need? Jugo was supposed to━”

“What do you mean you’re almost here!?” Karin shrieked through the speaker. “How far away are you?”

“I’m at the uni’s train station. Well, actually I’m away from it now. I should be there soon.” Sasuke stopped talking and listened to the scramble on Karin’s end. She had shouted at someone that was whimpering about money. “Are you shaking down customers? Don’t do anything illegal.”

“Festival isn’t open yet. Just how long until you get here?”

“I should be at the stand in about five minutes.” Sasuke pulled his phone away from his ear when Karin shrieked again and started barking orders at their fellow circle members. He sped up, knowing if he didn’t get there soon that she was bound to traumatize one of their underclassmen.

A lot of the other circles were still setting up their booths. He scanned them as he made his way to his own, keeping his eye out for anything that would give away the astronomy club or the color pink…

Unfortunately he didn’t find the astronomy booth. Instead he found a large crowd gathering where his circle’s stand was supposed to be.

What the fuck? The festival doesn’t even been open for half an hour.

“Oh, shit!” Kiba spotted him first. He was wearing the cat ears and tail the club members were supposed to wear for the festival but he was holding a sign that he didn’t want Sasuke to see━or at least that’s what seemed to be the case considering he crumpled it and tried to shove it behind his back.

“What are those dumbasses doing now?” Sasuke muttered under his breath, pushing through the crowd. “What the hell is that?”

Sasuke grabbed the plastic fishbowl Suigetsu was trying to hide under the table next to their stand. He pried it out of his grip only to be tackled by a short person in a mascot costume.

“I’m assuming the child sized cat is Karin.” The mascot batted its paws at him in a pathetic attempt at punching. “Definitely Karin. No one else would fit in that.”

Sasuke pulled himself, standing Karin up in the process and removing the giant cat head she was wearing. Her messy spikes on the right side of her head were in more of a disarray than usual due to helmet hair and her face was sweaty and a shade of red that could rival her hair.

“You’re overheating in that thing. I thought Kiba was supposed to wear the costume?”

“He was!” Karin huffed, taking a deep breath of air. “But some asshole━” she turned and glared at Suigetsu, “━rented a costume in the wrong size!”

“Speaking of him,” Sasuke made to grab the fishbowl full of tickets again but it had disappeared, “what the fuck are you guys up to?”

“It’s a raffle,” Jugo answered from behind the grill where he was cooking up yakitori. Sasuke had wanted to prepare dango but the astronomy club had beaten them to the punch. It would have been more ideal to prepare something sweet even though it wasn’t to his taste.

“A raffle for what?” Sasuke narrowed his eyes at the obvious mastermind of the raffle idea. Karin crossed her arms in front of her chest and pointedly looked everywhere but at him. “What did you guys raffle off?”

Kiba coughed into his fist and pretended to look for Tamaki. Suigetsu moved behind their stand, guarding the raffle tickets they had collected. Their underclassmen were smart enough to make themselves scarce and find things to do elsewhere.

“What. Did. You. Guys. Make. The. Prize?” He looked around at his classmates and shook his head. “No. I’m not doing it. What is this, a bad shoujo manga? Put a stop to this now.”

“It’s too late.” Shino appeared from within the crowd. “We sold all of the tickets. We’re not returning any of the money, it’s too much and the cats need it. You will just need to make the sacrifice as our club president.”

“Yeah! Do it for the cats, Prez!” Suigetsu snickered.

“Besides,” Karin adjusted her glasses back on her face, “Sakura-chan bought a ticket.”

“I don’t know why that would make a difference,” Sasuke mumbled, averting his gaze. “She must really like the campus cats.”

“Riiiigghhtt,” Karin dragged out the word, giving him a sly grin.

Sasuke was really good at keeping secrets but nothing ever got past Karin. It didn’t take long for her to figure out that he had a crush on her best friend. She had practically dangled Sakura in front of him any chance she got ever since they were first years. He thought, maybe, because Karin had joined the Cat Circle that she would drag Sakura along with her to apply, but Sakura joined the Astronomy Club instead.

As much as Sasuke would have liked the act of buying a raffle ticket to be about him, it was more likely that Sakura just wanted to show support for her friends and because she adored the campus cats. She was always the first one to like the photos Sasuke posted on the circle’s twitter account when he photographed one of the cats.

But if she wins, maybe we can hang out without Karin for once...

“Statistically, buying one ticket does nothing for her odds of winning,” Shino reminded him, instantly crushing any hope Sasuke had. He knew it was a long shot but hearing it out loud made the improbability even more real.

“So you’re going to wait until the end of the festival to announce the winner?” Sasuke accepted his fate. In the end, he could always have the winner follow him around as he tended to the cats and hope that they would get bored with all of the chores.

“Nope!’ Karin put her cat head back on and grabbed a megaphone from behind their yakitori stand. “I’m going to announce the winner right now. The raffle was only open to the students anyway so we should wrap it all up before we open to the public.”

Karin stood on a wooden crate even though it didn’t help much to give her more height. She turned on her megaphone and let the feedback from the mic squeal in order to get everyone’s attention.

“We’re announcing the winner now.”

Karin gestured with her head, nodding Suigetsu over to her with the fishbowl. He dug his hand in to the bowl and swirled his hand around before pulling out one of the tickets. He handed the winning ticket over to Karin and she announced the number to everyone.

“Two thousand three hundred and seven!” Karin looked around the crowd as they all began to murmur amongst themselves trying to figure out who won. Karin clicked the megaphone back on, not caring about making sure it didn’t pick up any of the horrible feedback. “If that’s not your ticket number then scram!”

The crowd started to disperse, not without a few loud complaints from students that had bought multiple tickets. Soon all of them were off to enjoy the rest of the festival and to tend to their own booths except for one person. Sasuke did a double take, not sure how he had missed the rose gold hair in the crowd. Despite her small stature, the color always made her stand out.

“Um, I think I won.” Sakura held up her ticket, a blush blooming on the apples of her cheeks. “I wanted to walk around the festival with Sasuke-kun, but if you don’t want to━”

“You won fair and square,” Sasuke cut her off. “We can set up a time to meet up later.”

The members of his circle watched as he walked Sakura back to her booth, waiting for him to get as far away from their stand as possible.

“Thank God that worked, huh?” Kiba sighed, throwing away the battered sign into the trash bin. “How much did we make anyway?”

“Enough to buy cat food for the next two years.” Shino counted the raffle money and locked it in their cash box. “And some. Good job, Karin-san.”

“Rigging the raffle was way too easy.” Karin’s voice came muffled through the cat head helmet. “Those idiots are just so goddamn slow, they would have graduated without any progress.”

“So senpai won’t be mad at us, right?” One of the underclassmen asked, wringing a towel in his hands.

“We’re just going to have to hope Sakura-chan distracts him.” Suigetsu clapped a hand on the underclassman’s shoulder reassuringly.

Karin was about to make her rounds for advertisement again when her phone’s message tone rang from her costume’s apron. Picking it up she unlocked it read a message from Sasuke.

Don’t think you guys aren’t going to get it later.

#sasusaku #ssm19 #ssm19d5 #day!fics

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For April Fools, could you write a scenario about Sogo Osaka hanging out with his best friend, S/O?

Sogo is so pure and precious, we were so happy writing this!

This is a joke for April fools, don’t takeit seriously ^^

„Let’s go out!“ His best friend beamed, ahuge smile across the face, trying to cheer him up. He had been so caught up inMezzo and Idolish, photo shootings and everything that had been expected of himthat his friend noticed that he had been feeling exhausted.

„Sure, where to?“

„I know just the place!“ a voice rang frombehind them. Yamato stood on the doorway. „They opened a new bunny girl cafenearby“, he grinned widely.

„Yamato, no, that’s not my thing, I-“, Sogostarted panicking, waving his hands.

„Actually, it might be fun! Just to takeyour mind off things“, his friend smiled at him. „Let’s go.“

„Where are you guys going?“ Now Tamakijoined them, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

„Bunny girl cafe“, Yamato explained whileSogo was completely red in the face.

Tamaki stretched and yawned. „Sure, I’ll gowith. Let me get dressed.“

„Wait, I didn’t say I’m goin—“, he didn’tmanage to finish his sentence, because they practically dragged him out of theroom and out on the street.

„You really need a day off“, his friendlook at him worriedly. „I hope this cheers you up!“

Yamato looked really smug and happy ontheir way over, leading the way. And really, it wasn’t far away, so they werethere pretty fast. He swung the door open and- stood there frozen.

Soon the rest stood beside him with thesame shocked expression.

„Close the door, please, they’ll get hurtif they get on the streets“, the waiter pleaded.

„There are…. There are rabbitseverywhere“, Yamato stuttered. The floor, the chairs and tables were covered incute little bundles. They jumped from guest to guest, getting petted byeveryone and not minding it at all.

„Yes, 15 of them“, the waiter smiled. „CanI show you to a free table?“

„Yes, thank you“, Sogo was relieved by theturn of events.

„But“, Yamato still stood there. „This issupposed to be a bunny girl cafe.“

„Yes, they are all female“, waiterexplained again.

At that, Tamaki started roaring withlaughed, patting Yamato on the back. They sat at a table, disappointed Yamatodidn’t even notice the waiter who wanted to hear their order.

„Your biggest ice cream cups, four of them,please“, Sogo’s friend wasted no time and ordered for all of them.

„I think I need a beer“, Yamato muttered.

„Yes! Ice cream!“ Tamaki looked reallyhappy.

„Theyseem to like you especially, Sogo“, his friend teased him while the rabbitshorded around Sogo, one even jumping right in his lap.

„I guess they do“, Sogo looked uncomfortableat first, but he calmed down when he started petting the delicate fur whichmade all the other rabbits glare at it angrily.

“Why do you think they are glaring at it?”Sogo asked.

“Well isn’t it obvious? They all want to bepatted!” Tamaki picked another one up and placed it in his lap. “They are sofluffy!” His face light up with pure happiness.

“They are cute”, Yamato commented pattingone that was left on the floor.

“Something is wrong with them”, Sogo’sfriend frowned.

“What?”

“Look at them. Ever since they saw Tamaki,their eyes are locked on him.”

“You are right”, Sogo confirmed, lookingback and forth between Tamaki and the rabbits.

“Maybe it’s the hoodie”, Yamato suggested.

“They think Tama is a rabbit?” Sogo wasutterly shocked.

“Well, they are all girls…”

“Yes, but Tama is…”

“Poor Sogo’s heart”, his friend smirked,looking at Sogo gently.

“What do you mean?” Tamaki asked.

“No!” Sogo threw himself on his friendstopping him from saying anything.

That only made everyone more interested.Luckily for Sogo, the waiter came back and saved him from explaining.

When the colorful and tall glasses wereplaced in front of them, Sogo frowned. „There’s no way I can eat all of this.“

„I’ll help“, Tamaki leaned in and grabbedsome whipped cream with his spoon, smiling happily.

„Hey!“

“Mmm… rose, plum and dandelion! Nicecombination!” Tamaki said after taking a spoonful of Sogo’s ice cream.

“That is a weird combination”, Yamato saideating his ice cream.

“What flavor did you take?” Tamaki asked inreturn.

“Beer, grass and carrot.”

“Wow, nice!” Tamaki exclaimed and tried totake some of Yamato’s ice cream, but was stopped by a horde of rabbits.

“Whoa”, he tried to escape, but the rabbitsfollowed wherever he went.

“What am I supposed to do?” he askedprotecting his ice cream from the rabbits.

“I’m so sorry. They must be hungry. We’llget them off of you”, waiter ran to them apologizing. “They have never doneanything like this before.”

“They must really like Tama”, Sogo watchedwith terror while the waiter moved the rabbits away from Tamaki.

They were barely able to finish their food,with stomach full they pushed the empty glasses away and leaned back sighingcontently.

„You have some whipped cream on your face“,Tamaki pointed at Sogo’s cheek. „I’ll get it.“ He leaned in, almost connectinghis body to Sogo’s, and wiped the cream of his face gently with his thumb.

„There, much better“, he still held hishand on Sogo’s chin for a moment too long.

„Ummm, Tama“, Sogo blushed slightly,Tamaki’s handsome face so close that it confused him.

Then Tamaki quickly retreated his hand,giving Sogo room to start calming down his breathing. It didn’t help that helicked his finger clean while Sogo was still staring at him.

„Should we really be watching this?“ Yamatoasked Sogo’s friend, whose eyes sparkled.

„Nope, but I don’t mind the development.“

“That is all great, but…”

“What?”

“Look there”, Yamato gestured at thebattalion of rabbits charging at Sogo. “We should run…”

“You are right”, Sogo’s friend said, butshowed no sign of moving. On the contrary, he started filming the rabbits.

“You are a terrible friend.”

“You say that, but you are on your phonetoo”, they smiled at each other.

“Others will definitely want to see this”, Yamatosaid and started filming too.

“What is going on?” Sogo screamed while therabbits kept on piling themselves on him. After less then a minute, Sogo wasnowhere in sight.

“So-chan!” Tamaki yelled trying to get tohim.

“Tama!”

“And that concludes the jealous rabbitepisode”, Sogo’s friend announced at the camera.

“So, are you less stressed, Sogo?” Yamato askedlaughing.

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