#dancing co ed

[gatabella]

Lana Turner, Dancing Co-Ed, 1939

[giantkillerjack]

I like how at the end of Nerdy Prudes Must Die, it's like, "Yay, Grace Chastity has finally joined society!"

Followed IMMEDIATELY by "Oh No, Grace Chastity has finally joined society! 😬😬😬" XDDD

[k-fangirledits]

KARD Ring The Alarm Dance Practice Gif Set

[thursdaymurderbub]

Silver Screen magazine, January 1940

On February 13 1940, Artie Shaw and Lana Turner eloped to Las Vegas after their first date. Turner had turned 19 only 5 days earlier and Artie Shaw was 28 years old. They went on to be very unhappy together and Turner was granted a divorce 8 months later on the grounds of cruelty.

The Los Angeles Times September 13, 1940

By the by, Betty Asher was the MGM publicist/fixer/facilitator who "befriended" Judy Garland while having an affair with Eddie Mannix and spied on Garland for the studio/Mannix for years. Garland reported that she didn't find this out until many years later and when she did she cried for days. MGM made Asher Garland's assistant in early 1939 (when Garland was 16, Asher was 21, and Mannix was 48) and in 1945 Asher was Garland's maid of honour at her wedding to Vincente Minnelli.

Ira Gershwin, Vincente Minnelli, Judy Garland, Louis B Mayer, and Betty Asher June 15, 1945

[vaguely-functional-directions]

Carry my books???

I don't think either of us are ready for that

We're only *eighteen*

[kingsofgaytham]

i have finished my ofmd rewatch and yes i'm happy i did it cause my love for this show and its cast grew even more since i noticed so many tiny details or background subplots i missed the first time, the whole cravat exchange between Stede and Ed...but now my heart breaks even more for them, especially poor Edward, manipulated by Izzy and pushed to his limits where he once again puts on the persona he detests but this time he's also mourning the life he already envisioned in his head with Stede :((((

their reunion is gonna be so emotional and i hope by the end of season 2 we get to see Ed embrace his true desires (like soft, silk clothes and eating marmalade at the sunrise with his dumb boyfriend) and i'm excited for Stede to finally experience mutual love, not an empty spectacle put on for the society even tho he really needs to work on his thinking and communication skills cause this whole drama could've been avoided if he told Ed he wants to fix things with his family first ANYWAY i'm sure s2 will make me cry and laugh and scream and i can't wait 💜

[hatchetbarbie]

he really does turn into a little victorian boy around her

[ace-with--a-mace]

i am only one mans girl and his name is Jesus Christ

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Reol - The Sixth Sense 2020

Reol is a Japanese singer, songwriter, and rapper. She debuted in 2012 as an utaite on Niconico and Youtube, she debuted as an indie singer in 2014 with the digital album No title- and as a major singer in 2018, with the digital single "Heimenkyou". She is also a former member of the Japanese electronic pop co-ed band REOL.

"Dairokkan", internationally known as "The Sixth Sense", is the sixth digital single (ninth overall) by Reol. It was released on July 29, 2020 alongside its music video. Japanese dance and music group Tokyo Gegegay makes an uncredited special featuring appearance. The song was used as the commercial song for Boat Race 2020.

"The Sixth Sense" received a total of 59,2% yes votes! Previous Reol polls: #55 "虚像のCarousel"

[fictionalheroine]

Things Grace thinks are NOT okay:

Perky's Buds

Killing the nighthawks

girls in the boys shower/bathroom

premarital s*x

shows about hookers

Using curse words

Cheating in exams

Co-Ed dances

Being offered to have her books carried

Breaking and entering

Selling crack

Touching yourself

Lying to the police

Spilling the beans/snitching

Calling god the son of the b-word

Dirty dudes/horny pervs

Things Grace thinks are (kinda) acceptable

abstinence

the bible

dismembering a body

blaming a whole town for murder

fleeing the country

guns (and axes)! :D

Devouring souls :)

[xmhaoluvr]

HOW THEY BECAME YOUR BOYFRIEND x idol!reader

SHIN JUNGHWAN 신정환

you guys have been dating for a few months now, you guys have met in inkigayo as he was the special mc alongside with one of your members. shinyu was doing well before the interview for your group, but when it came to the time they had to interview your group, he suddenly lost all ability to function; he kept stumbling on words, he kept coughing, he kept dropping his cue card. lucky for him, his co-mc isn’t oblivious to this

“ah, seems like shinyu here is nervous. can you tell us why? do you like one of my members?”

he laughed nervously and just played it off, how? idk. but hey, it’s over now. when ‘cut!’ was shouted, he immediately approached you and asked for your kakao before having a small conversation with you. after that, you guys kept talking and it evolved into something

KIM DOHOON 김도훈

you’re a soloist that debuted before tws. and during their trainee days, dohoon kept listening to your songs and learning your choreos. once he debuted, his first ever post was him dancing to your recent song and it immediately gained attention for how he executed it perfectly didn’t even mascunalized it

as their comeback neared, his members decided to list out idols that they should do a challenge video with and dohoon immediately suggested you. and since he thought of it, they also agreed that dohoon would do the challenge with you if you agree. of course, you did, you were also a fan of them and was excited. it was decided that the location would be at your company’s practice room

the day of the filming of the challenge arrived and now dohoon is on his way with his members to your company. a camera alongside them for [tws:eries]

“ah, i’m so nervous” dohoon whispered out to the camera

“isn’t she your crush, hyung?” kyungmin asked with a teasing smile

“celebrity crush, yeah” he played it off cool and the members all collectively hummed, not convinced

and after all is done, you talked with tws members for a bit, sitting down inside the practice room with snacks nearby

they had spent more time there than they anticipated so it was time to leave. but of course, dohoon won’t leave without your number

CHOI YOUNGJAE 츼영재

you’re one of the newly debuted group under hybe; also the first co-ed group of the said company. tws had come to greet you guys congratulations for your successful debut. the moment youngjae stepped inside, your eyes immediately locked with his and it lingered for a moment before he looked away

however, as the two groups conversed, even when both of you are talking, you two only kept looking at each other and no one else. because of this, you two didn’t notice the knowing glances and the teasing smiles your members shared with his

with permission, tws decided to stay longer and have a chat. you guys sat down in one big circle, you sitting next to youngjae

as time went on, the two of you started having your own conversation. it started with asking the other what their mbti is and it went on and on until you guys started laughing to each other

when it was time for tws to leave, you two exchanged hugs and numbers before going your separate ways but it will definitely not be your last meeting

HAN ZHEN 韩振

weekly idol is hosting another special episode like they did before by hosting an episode with four groups; two ggs and two bgs

although your group hadn’t been selected, tws had been. but it’s okay since you’re one of the hosts

and so filming began, game after game had occurred and they decided to do, once again, the heart meter test where any member of the four groups will make one of the hosts heart beat the highest

kiss of life chose julie, riize chose wonbin, baemon chose pharita, and tws chose hanjin

who did the hosts choose? you of course lol

your heart meter scored 125 with julie, 136 with wonbin, and 128 with pharita

now it was hanjin’s turn, and boy was he nervous. the people before scored such high scores, will he ever be able to beat that?

as he started making his way to you, your smile could be seen and your heart rate increased rapidly

“hey, hey, hey, your heart meter’s going up!” one of the hosts laughed out and pointed at the screen that showed your heart rate, and he was damn right; it was already 132, close to wonbin’s

“wait! he’s so beautiful and i love beautiful things” you confessed and stepped backwards but your co-hosts pushed you closer to hanjin causing your heart rate to go high as well

“hanjin, just smile at her and you’re all good” dohoon joked out and everyone laughed. he did it though, he smiled at you

140 bpm

man, you might die of heart attack at this rate, but as long as it’s hanjin, right?

there’s nothing else he did but stand there, stare at you, and smile. maybe a few words from time to time and holding your hand

hanjin’s final score was 148 bpm, so naturally, tws won

a break commenced after that, dedicated for you lol. hanjin approached you though and made you sweat once again. this time, you guys managed to talk, albeit you stumbling your words. numbers were exchanged before the shooting began once again

HAN JIHOON 한지훈

you’re a trainee under pledis, had been for the last two years. so it should be the time you debut, right? well, not yet, no, not until you finish jihoon’s lesson

he’s been your tutting teacher for a while now, you’ve always had an interest for that topic. so you told the staff, and they gave you jihoon

well, it hasn’t been a smooth ride let’s just say that. you always end up messing up, always getting confused on what the next step is, arms always getting tangle with each other. man, tutting might not be it for you

this time, jihoon is teaching you youngji’s my cat tutting choreography

“do you get it?” he asked, you nodded slowly “let’s try it slowly” he said and you both got into position

“tan, tan tan, darararandan” he said out the beat, thankfully you managed to follow through “should we try it with music?” you nodded, feeling confident and jihoon smiled at this

…

well, that confidence ended up with you on the floor crying and jihoon not knowing what to do

“i’m so sorry, senior” jihoon bit his bottom lip as you said sorry with a quivering voice “i don’t know why i’m so bad at this” you confessed, voice in a shush tone

“hey, it’s okay. you know what? let’s take a break, let’s go out and eat” you looked up at him and saw him smiling

is this a man or an angel? because damn that patience is never ending “is it really okay?” he nodded and you both went out to a nearby convenience store to eat

while eating, you guys conversed, whether it be causal stuff or tutting stuff. in the end, you both decided to end the lesson for the day and meet the next day

however, you texted him when you got home, saying thank you for fetching you home

LEE KYUNGMIN 이경민

you’re an idol who is still in school, who also happens to be in the same grade level as kyungmin and boy was he a such a classmate

he’s the typical guy classmate one could have; rowdy, noisy, and most of all, annoying. he seem to enjoy annoying you most of the time

“[y/n]!” you turned around and saw a flash, indicating your photo got taken. and you didn’t even have to look to know who it is “delete that” “nice, new addition to my album” kyungmin laughed with (han) yujin “you look cute here, [y/n]” yujin added fuel to the fire

you were trying to contain yourself from lashing out so you just plugged in your airpods and continued to study

but kyungmin didn’t like that, so, he took your airpod case and one of your airpods “give me that” you demanded “what if i don’t want to?” “i’ll make you”

the class erupted in ‘ooh’-s after what you had said. kyungmin smirked liking every second of it “oh yeah? how?”

you inched closer to him until your faces are mere centimeters apart. you lunged forward acting like you’re about to kiss him; this made him flinch and let go of both your airpod and the case. you caught it don’t worry “just like that”

the class erupted in chaos after what had happened, yujin trying to lift kyungmin up because his knees gave up on him, gehlee and nana shaking you because that was so crazy. all in all, kyungmin fell madly in love with you

WOW! ANOTHER POST AFTER THE HANJIN ONE

but honestly i didn’t think it would be this long lol. the way it got longer for every member 😭 oh well. i also think this doesn’t align with the title but all is well. i hope you guys enjoyed this!!

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

[gatabella]

Lana Turner, Dancing Co-Ed, 1939

[spotsandsocks]

🎅🏽 + dragons of it inspires anything <333

Hi honey, hope things are going ok out there! Dragons was a fun choice and after a little thought I came up with this bit of fluff. The things I can get a dragon involved in.. you know I’m kinda impressed myself! 😂😂

Eddie watches Buck watch Maddie take a slow turn around the room, her eyes absorbing everything. It’s obvious from the way his husband is restlessly shifting from foot to foot that he’s nervous, he wants his sister to like the choices they’ve made. Eddie’s not nervous, the room is perfect, how could it not be when Buck puts so much of his heart and soul into it.

Maddie stops by the crib and her eyes fall upon Eddie's favourite part of the decor. It’s his favourite because it’s beautiful and because Buck loves it so much.

Eddie watches Buck watch Maddie reach out with a finger and gently push the mobile, so it starts spinning, there’s a smile on her face.

“This is beautiful, an unusual choice,” she looks up at her brother with a grin, “but very beautiful.

Eddie knows what’s coming next, he’s heard the rationale before but he’s happy to listen to it as many times as Buck wants to explain.

“Babies like bright colours and it was just too cool not to buy, right?” Buck joins Maddie by the empty crib and she wraps her arm around his waist, leaning into him.

“So cool.” All her love for her brother is in those two words. Eddie understands exactly how she feels. “I think she’s going to love looking at it.”

“Yeah, and she can keep it forever, might even be a family heirloom one day, cos who doesn’t like dragons Maddie.”

“No one with any sense I’m sure.”

Eddie chuckles quietly as Buck hugs his sister even tighter and kisses the top of her head. Buck’s so excited it’s adorable but then to be fair they both are, it’s been a long wait.

From his spot by the door Eddie listens fondly as Buck chatters away about baby development, dragon mythology, colour theory and the various options he considered before making his final design choices. Maddie listens with the same soft smile Eddie knows is on his own face. From within the circle of Buck’s arm, Maddie’s eyes move around the room again taking it all in until they settle on Eddie. Maddie’s eyes aren’t like Buck’s at all, they’re brown like his and that’s not all they have in common, the love they share for the man she calls brother and he calls ‘his’ always shines brightly for anyone who cares to look.

There’s more to show her but eventually the tour of the nursery ends and Buck is steering his beloved sister through the door and back towards the couch where the others are all waiting. He pauses on his way past, the heat from his hand soaking into Eddie’s skin as blue meets brown and the tenderness he always finds there is a constant wonder to him.

“Eds? You coming?

“Yeah, In a sec.” The soft assurance ends with a kiss to the corner of his mouth that leaves Buck smiling as he follows his sister.

Alone, Eddie wanders over to the crib the Buckley siblings had been admiring, he runs his fingers along the edge of the white wood, then across the pale yellow sheet and finally he touches the dragon mobile that Buck fell in love with the second he saw and bought, barely three minutes later. The dragons dance in the sky from his gentle touch, it really is very beautiful; five dragons hang above the tiny mattress; gold, bronze, brown, blue, and green. All different sizes, made from a shimmering fabric that catches the light with tiny wings spread wide that show even more fine detail and a translucent quality Eddie’s amazed by. He knows it cost Buck a lot, so much he refuses to tell him the actual amount but whatever it cost it was worth it. It’s the loveliest thing in the room and it will be until their daughter arrives to join the family. Penelope Diaz is due any day now and soon she’ll be in their arms and sleep here in the bed they choose for her and be loved by them completely and forever,

Eddie touches the golden dragon one more time and as she sways forward, taking her own family with her he smiles and turns to go and find his.

Well if that wasn’t soft enough for you I don’t know what is😂

Thanks for joining in with my spotty stocking Christmas fun. Who knows where the next prompt will take us. 💜

Bit of a niche audience here I fear so only tagging fellow dragon fans and the most indulgent of mutuals @hippolotamus @thelikesofus @tizniz @stagefoureddiediaz @buffaluff @caroandcats @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @repressedqueen @eddiebabygirldiaz @buffaluff @livingwherethesidewalkends @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @bi-buckrights @bekkachaos @beyourownanchor6 @dr-shortsighted-owl @inell @exhuastedpigeon @elvensorceress @thekristen999 @dangerpronebuddie

[skibidikitii]

ED PORADY :3

hejka kochani chce wam powiedziec kilka takich "porad" nw jak to nazwac ale no zaczne

1. jesli chodzi o limity to jechanie ciagle na ponizej 500kcal jest zle bo zwalniacie wasz metabolizm i pozniej waga bedzie stac w miejscu i zamiast tego warto byc na limitach 700/800/900/1000kcal i tak balansowac i mozna sobie zrobic np tydzien niskich limitow ponizej tego 700 a pozniej wrocic do wyzszych

2. cwiczenia to raczej proste brzuszki, cardio, bieganie chociaz ja biegac bardzo nie lubie to robie minimum 10k krokow (po prostu chodze na spacery) brzuszki, jazda na rolkach nawet just dance spala kalorie

3. prysznic cieplo-zimno i zielona herbata przyspiesza metabolizm

4. ostatni posilek najpozniej o okolo 17 i zielona herbata po ostatnim posilku

5. pic duuuzo wody

jak cos mi sie przypomni to dopisze milego dnia misie

[anonymousewrites]

Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom (Book 1) Chapter Three

Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Chapter Three: Red Columbine for Anxiety

Summary: The Host Club hosts a Christmas party that is more chaos that christmas.

            “Oh, (Y/N), you look lovely today,” said a guest.

            “Thank you,” said (Y/N), smiling. They wore robes of green wrapped around their body.

            “Like a tropical prince,” sighed a guest dreamily.

            “A prince, me?” (Y/N) chuckled and looked at each other guests. “Hardly. I’m here to entertain you, remember?”

            The girls blushed. “R-Right.”

            “Are you going to be at the Christmas Party?” asked a girl, leaning forward. “I heard you were there last year, but I hadn’t come to Ouran yet.”

            “I will be,” said (Y/N). “I hope I’ll see all of you there.”

            “Will you dance with us?” said another girl excitedly.

            “Of course.” (Y/N) smiled with closed eyes. “It would be an honor to dance with any of you.” They chuckled and put a hand to their chest. “But go easy on me. I’m sure I’m not as talented as you are at dancing.” They grinned as if they were in an inside joke.

            All the guests blushed happily before they walked away.

            “Excellent job building numbers for the Christmas Party,” said Kyoya, appearing behind them.

            (Y/N) looked up from where they sat. “I’m just doing my job.” They chuckled. “I will have to brush up on my dancing, though.”

            “You are not the only one,” remarked Kyoya. “I doubt Haruhi has any experience with the dancing at such an event.”

            “I’m sure we’ll handle it, won’t me?” said (Y/N).

            “Of course,” said Kyoya. “Someone has to keep this club on track.” He glanced at where Tamaki was glaring at Kanako—notorious host-hopper—sitting with Haruhi.

            (Y/N) smiled. “It seems it’s up to us.”

            Kyoya tsked. “So it would seem.”

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            “Simply unacceptable!” Tamaki huffed angrily and sipped ramen.

            “ ‘King,’ will you lay off the prole ramen and help finalize our party plans? It’s only a week away,” said Kaoru.

            “Why are you so annoyed that Kanako chose Haruhi? It’s not like her sickness started today,” said Hikaru.

            “Sickness?” said Haruhi.

            “The classic ‘fickle female’ disease,” said Hikaru and Kaoru.

            “Host-Hopping, never-the-same-boy-twice, man-switching mania, it all fits,” said (Y/N).

            “Normally, regulars choose a specific host and stick to them, but Kanako switches favorites every once in a while,” said Kyoya. “She’s been through all of us at least twice.”

            “She’s nice, but she’s not attached to any of us. Not really,” said (Y/N).

            “Tama’s been her favorite lately, but…” Honey shrugged.

            “Ah.” Haruhi deadpanned. “I see. I stole one of your customers.”

            “That’s not it at all!” shouted Tamaki defensively. “Enough of this, Haruhi. From now on, you will dress like a girl!”

            “What?” said Haruhi, raising a brow.

            “All the girls like you as a boy!” cried Tamaki. “How can I, as a gentleman, let our customers be deceived?”

            “What a bad excuse,” said (Y/N).

            “I doubt he realizes it’s not his true reasoning,” said Kyoya.

            “P.E. is an elective and attendance is co-ed, so nobody will find out,” said Hikaru and Kaoru.

            “Daddy wants-Daddy wants—” Furiously, Tamaki rifled in a box and pulled out a picture. “—to see you as you were—like this! This is beauty!” He had blown up Haruhi’s ID photo with her long hair from middle school.

            “You enlarged my photo?!” shouted Haruhi.

            “Every time I look, I wonder how this became that.” Kaoru gestured to Haruhi as he remembered the scruffy look she’d had.

            “I cut my hair ‘cause a neighbor’s kid stuck gum in it,” said Haruhi. “Then I lost my contacts. My dad stepped on one.”

            “What a terrible story,” sniffled Tamaki.

            “Honestly, your hair could have turned out worse. My first attempts at cutting my own hair were terrible,” said (Y/N).

            Haruhi shrugged. “Look, I don’t care how I look. I just don’t. But being mistaken for a dude will help me reach my quota of a thousand requests, so I can clear my debt.”

            “A girl should not say, ‘dude!’ ” cried Tamaki. “Mommy, Haruhi’s got a potty mouth!”

            “ ‘Mommy?’ ” said (Y/N), smothering a laugh.

            “Based on club position, I assume that’s me,” said Kyoya.

            “Mommy…” whined Tamaki, throwing himself at Kyoya.

            Kyoya sighed and patted him absently on the head while he looked at his notes with the other hand.

            “The boss’s gone all idealistic about girls. Pathetic…and a little scary,” said Kaoru.

            “By the way, ever do any social dancing?” said Hikaru, looking at Haruhi. “It’s required for the party.”

            “Uh…” Haruhi grimaced. “Never. But this party, it isn’t tied to my quota, right?” She sweat-dropped. “I’m not into parties, so I’ll give it a miss…”

            Tamaki’s eyes brightened evilly. “If you’re so set on being a guy, I’ll be happy to show you what it takes. And social dancing’s a must! If you master the waltz and perform it at the party, I’ll declare your debt halved!”

            Haruhi screamed and spiraled away at the notion of having to dance in front of people. (Y/N) covered their mouth as they chuckled.

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            “Everyone!” said Tamaki, hands on his hips. After pouting at Kanako teaching Haruhi to dance, the information that she had been truly flustered in the presence of a man had reinvigorated him (anything to get Kanako away from Haruhi). “Relate the details of Kanako and Suzushima!

            “Um…what about dance practice?” Haruhi deadpanned. “Or is that a dumb question?”

            It was dumb, because no one was paying attention to her.

            “Hitachiin brothers, report!” said Tamaki.

            “Yes, sir!” said Kaoru and Hikaru. “They are childhood pals! Betrothed to each other.”

            “Kyoya, report on Suzushima,” said Tamaki.

            “Right,” said Kyoya, standing. He flipped through his notebook before reading aloud. “Grades—superior. Lineage—adequate. Looks—acceptable. In summary, Class C. Serious by nature—a strong point. He’s going to England as a transfer student next spring. His weak points are as follows—”

            “Mousy,” said Hikaru.

            “Passive,” said Kaoru.

            “In short, he’s plain. End of report,” said Kyoya.

            “They don’t cut men much slack, do they?” said Haruhi.

            “No, they do not,” said (Y/N).

            “There we have it,” said Tamaki.

            Kyoya nodded. “The cause of Kanako’s sickness. ‘A future with that man is an unwelcome prospect.’ ”

            “ ‘I want to fool around for a little while.’ That sums up her view of the matter,” said Kaoru.

            “About her and her plain man, that is,” said Hikaru.

            “Her view, huh?” Haruhi tilted her head and looked at (Y/N).

            They smiled slightly. “They’re on the right course. But I think their conclusion is off.”

            Haruhi nodded. She agreed (and she trusted (Y/N)’s people-skills more than she did the rich snobs’).

            “Kyoya,” said Tamaki. “You already knew about that fiancé business, didn’t you?”

            “Of course. It’s in the client background check,” said Kyoya with a simple smile. “However, it was just a detail of no importance until now.”

            “So, what do we do now?” said Honey, smiling brightly.

            “We save this princess!” declared Tamaki. “At the Christmas party, we’ll give Kanako what she needs!”

            “I’m not going to learn to dance, am I, (Y/N)?” sighed Haruhi.

            “Probably not,” said (Y/N), patting her shoulder.

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            (Y/N) closed their eyes as the recording of violins struck up around them once again. They raised one hand and feigned putting it on someone’s waist while they pretending to hold someone else’s hand with the other. Then, they moved 1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3, trying to keep their feet in line and trying to keep their movements with the music. They desperately needed to brush up on their dancing skills to ensure this year went as smoothly as the previous.

            “Practicing without a partner?”

            (Y/N) dropped their arms and smiled at Kyoya as he entered the practice room.

            “As it were,” said (Y/N). “I can’t invite a guest this year, too. It would say I hadn’t learned properly last year.” They shrugged. “And it’s just brushing up on what I already know.”

            “Dancing requires a partner. It’s hardly good practice on your own.” Kyoya walked closer and took their arm, raising it to his waist and lifting the other. “There. You lead.”

            (Y/N) thought they must make a funny pair since Kyoya was so tall as the follower of the dance, but (Y/N) was glad to get the practice they needed. So, as the music played, they and Kyoya glided across the dance floor. With each 1-2-3, they spun, moving together easily. (Y/N) smiled, and their gaze lifted from their feet to remain firmly and confidently on Kyoya’s face. Kyoya’s eyes had never left their face. After all, he knew how to properly dress and had been skilled for years—such was the Ootori raising. And as the music continued to place, (Y/N)’s hand around his waist tightened ever-so-slightly without their conscious realization, and Kyoya’s hand on their shoulder became just a bit firmer, drawing them just a bit closer.

            And when the music, (Y/N) and Kyoya just paused and looked at each other. (Y/N) was the first to move, letting go of his waist and stepping back. Bowing, they raised his hand and kissed the back of him. Then, they let go and straightened.

            “Are my skills ready for the dance?” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “They are,” said Kyoya, nodding.

            “Oh, good. I need to do some studying as well, today,” said (Y/N), kneeling by their phone and pausing the music. They glanced back at Kyoya and smiled before they picked up their back and walked towards the door. “Thanks for your help, Kyoya.”

            He nodded and watched the door swing close behind them. His hand lifted to brush over where (Y/N)’s lips had touched his other hand. It felt just that much warmer.

            Hm.

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            The doors of the Ouran ballroom opened to reveal rose petals and glittering light.

            “Welcome, one and all, to the Ouran Host Club Christmas Party!” declared Tamaki, throwing his hand out to the guests entering with wide eyes. He and the other hosts wore excellently tailored suits, and the guests were dressed in their finery as well.

            “Who’s up for a game of cards, ladies?” said Kaoru and Hikaru, winking from the casino area of the room. “Each win earns one point towards fabulous prizes! The top point-earners will be awarded the last dances with club members! And then, the ultimate winner will receive a kiss from the king!”

            The girls squealed and ran for the game tables.

            “You seem a bit tense, Haruhi,” said (Y/N), glancing at their younger mentee.

            “I’m not used to affairs like this,” said Haruhi, grimacing.

            “Neither was I,” said (Y/N). “You’ll get used to them.” They smiled in encouragement.

            Haruhi relaxed slightly. “Christmas’s are also usually just my dad bringing fruitcake home from work,” said Haruhi.

            “Actual fruitcake or queer people?” chuckled (Y/N), remembering where Haruhi had said her dad worked—a gay bar.

            Haruhi sweat-dropped. “Sometimes both.” She giggled for a moment, and (Y/N) smiled.

            Kyoya and (Y/N)’s gazes met, and Kyoya inclined his head. He had seen (Y/N)’s successful attempt to make Haruhi relax, and, he had to admit, it was impressive how easily they worked with people. (Y/N) smiled in return and nodded to acknowledge him.

            “You’re alone at Christmas?” said Honey, eyes wide. “How do you spend it?”

            “Last year I watched the ‘Kato Family’s Dining Room Christmas Special,’ ” said Haruhi.

            “Yes, the show dispensing common wisdom to common sense,” said Tamaki.

            “Not much use to us,” said Hikaru and Kaoru.

            “Not much use to you, and yet I very much doubt you are capable of doing anything in the kitchen,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “We don’t have to,” said Kaoru, shrugging.

            “We pay chefs for that,” said Hikaru.

            “And your chefs will be the ones impressing your dates, not you,” said (Y/N), closing their eyes with “innocence.”

            Tamaki pouted. “You’re supposed to be the nice one!”

            “For guests, Tamaki. For guests,” said (Y/N).

            “Yeah, but chefs are needed to prepare this food,” said Hikaru and Kaoru, gesturing to the tables set up along the sides of the room. “We can’t be expected to do it.”

            “You aren’t dating all these people,” said (Y/N).

            “Yet our standards are to impress,” said Kyoya. “And you know how good the food is.”

            “I’ll concede that,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “…Is there fancy tuna?” said Haruhi, suddenly interested.

            Everyone froze and looked at her. And then Tamaki jumped into motion. He grabbed Haruhi, who was already deadpanning.

            “I want fancy tuna here, stat!” ordered Tamaki.

            Kyoya sighed and opened his phone. “We’d like ten orders of fancy tuna. Yes, rush it.”

            Mori grabbed sushi, and (Y/N) grabbed as many plates of the fancy tuna as they could (and ate a couple themself because it was good).

            “How modest!” said Hikaru, embracing Haruhi.

            “How unassuming!” said Kaoru, holding her from the other side.

            “We have Tupperware, Haru!” said Honey. “Take some home!”

            “(Y/N)! Save me!” said Haruhi, reaching out from the violent hugs she was stuck in as the hosts grabbed more rich-people food.

            (Y/N) chuckled, popped another piece of sushi into their mouth, and pulled Haruhi from the crowd.

            “Thank you,” sighed Haruhi.

            “Don’t thank me,” said (Y/N). They glanced at their watch. “It’s time for the next phase of our plan.”

            “…Huh?” said Haruhi.

            (Y/N) smiled. “Sorry, I volunteered you~. I didn’t want to wear a dress.”

            Haruhi sweat-dropped. “(Y/N)-senpai…you look scary.”

            “Probably,” chirped (Y/N).

            The moment they spoke, Mori scooped Haruhi up, and she let out a strangled squawk. “Wait, hey, put me down—”

            (Y/N) chuckled.

            “What is that about?” said Kanako, tilting her head. She stood at the table nearby.

            “Nothing to concern yourself with,” said (Y/N), smiling. They looked at Kanako kindly. “By the way, you might find it interesting to know that we imported this China through the Suzushima company.”

            Kanako’s face turned red.

            “And we had some suggestions of what color to make it. It’s your favorite, isn’t it?” said (Y/N).

            Kanako’s eyes widened. “How do you—?”

            (Y/N) put a finger to their lips and winked. “Enjoy yourself tonight, Kanako.” They walked away, leaving a blushing Kanako behind.

            “(Y/N), where is everyone?! We have guests to entertain!” whined Tamaki, running up to them.

            “Getting your plan together,” said (Y/N).

            “I thought you were dressing up—”

            “I didn’t want a dress today,” said (Y/N), smiling. “And we have a perfect replacement.”

            “Huh?” said Tamaki.

            Dense. “Come on, Boss.”

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            “What are you all doing—” Tamaki’s face dropped, and his eyes widened as he threw open the doors of the preparation room.

            Haruhi, in a wig and soft dress, blinked at him. Pink had been brushed across her eyelids, cheeks, and lips to highlight her feminine features.

            Tamaki just stared, and Hikaru and Kaoru grinned.

            “What do you think, Boss? We did good on the makeup, didn’t we?” they said, grinning.

            “Ah. Yeah…” Tamaki couldn’t tear his eyes from Haruhi.

            “You look nice, Haruhi,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Thanks,” said Haruhi.

            “Alright! Go for it, Haru!” said Honey, pushing her towards the door. “He’s in room 2-C.”

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            “Ready with the lights?” said (Y/N).

            “Yep!” Hikaru and Kaoru gave them a thumbs-up.

            “Good,” said (Y/N), smiling. “I’ll return to the dance hall with Honey, Mori, and Kyoya. Tamaki is going to keep Haruhi from chasing after Kanako and Suzushima.” The couple needed this push—so the Host Club would give it to them.

            “Everything in place?” said Kyoya as they entered the ballroom.

            “Of course. Everything is going according to plan,” said (Y/N).

            He lifted his phone. “Begin countdown.”

            Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One…

            “Merry Christmas!” said the hosts, bowing to their guests. Outside in the courtyard, a giant Christmas tree lit up and shone with golden light. The guests gasped and applauded.

            And, beneath the tree, a boy caught up to a girl and held her close.

            “And blessings to two stubborn mules!” cried Tamaki, hanging out the window with Haruhi. He waved to Kanako and Suzushima, who blushed before laughing.

            “Mission accomplished,” said (Y/N), smiling.

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            The final waltz of the night arrived. (Y/N) twirled their guest, and she smiled happily. (Y/N) was glad to get to put that expression on people’s faces. Poor Haruhi’s foot had twisted awkwardly during her “undercover mission,” so, while she was back in her suit, she was just sitting at the side of the room. However, she wasn’t upset. She could see everyone dancing and smiling—even Suzushima and Kanako. She was satisfied with the night.

            “And now, the main event!” announced Hikaru as the music ended.

            “Tonight’s big winner, Miss Miyako, was to receive a blessing from the King!” said Kaoru.

            “However.” The twins grinned evilly. “That will now be awarded by Haruhi Fujioka!”

            “Huh?!” cried Haruhi and Tamaki.

            “Kyoya said a twist ending would end the evening just right,” said the twins. “So ta-dah!”

            “Haruhi, you don’t have to kiss her on the lips, it’s your decision—” began (Y/N).

            “Do this and I’ll cut your debt by a third,” said Kyoya, closing his eyes and smiling.

            Haruhi looked very focused all of a sudden.

            “Oh, my, Haruhi’s first kiss?” said Honey, tilting his head.

            Tamaki froze as he watched Haruhi walk up to Miyako. Obviously, she was going to kiss her on the cheek, but Tamaki wasn’t going to start thinking logically now, was he?

            “Hold it right there!” He lunged to “defend Haruhi’s honor.”

            And he promptly knocked Haruhi into Miyako. Everyone’s jaws dropped open as Haruhi’s lips touched Miyako’s in a real kiss.

            “Eeee!” All the girls cried out in excitement and caught Miyako as she fainted. “Congratulations, Miyako! Did you see?! Tamaki tried to interfere! What a kiss-a-holic!”

            “Kiss-a-holic…” Haruhi glared at Tamaki. “Makes sense.”

            “W-Wait, I just didn’t want your first kiss to be—”

            “But it was, thanks to you.” Haruhi turned away from him, and he put himself in the corner. “Not that I care. Anyhow, I didn’t realize you were so needy. My respect for you dwindles.”

            “Haruhi…!”

            (Y/N) looked at Kyoya. “It seemed not everything went to plan.”

            “It went better than I expected,” said Kyoya, smirking slightly.

            (Y/N) shook their head in amusement. “Merry Christmas to you, then.”

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[limey-bastard]

i love npmd as much as the next person but FUCKING HELL it is one of the most american things ever . literally what the fuck is a co-ed dance ??? why does everyone fear max so much? ??? he’s just a fucking guy with a shitty little attitude?? “She’s such a nerd!” STOP IT WHY ARE YOU YANKS LIKE THIS