#waaah i miss him

[yon-wal]

wonsang. but he's in an animation meme because i am attached to him because he is a babygirl, and its because of this image:

[cigsaftersuh]

hello~ is my forever only on hold?

hi omg (¯ . ¯٥) ! ! !

it isn’t on hold, just really slow updates since i’m mostly focusing on my other smau series for now lolol . . but honestly i didn’t really have any idea on how to end it until literally tonight like right before this was received, so i’m kinda scared on how you knew… but new chapter soon and if not blame @cstarry bc it’s her fault !!!!!!

[beananium]

funny teacher man lol

[cappucosmico]

the most devastating shit on earth is that i had a friend in middle school who was like my ride or die. but her only "social media" was Google Fucking Plus. so naturally i have lost her in the wastelands of that shitstorm. but i cannot find her ever again bc she has like The most common name on god's green earth so one facebook search for people with her name in the bronx yields like a million fucking results. so imagine if she's not even in the bronx anymore. 10 million results

[seiwas]

omg im scared my tags are gonna get cut out

were he not born to be a hero he must surely be born for this. <- I LOOOOVE THISS my GODD are u KIDDDDINGME i looooove that so much monty :(( how it ties back in to the start!!

and the way!! he uses what he learned on izuku. and izuku really DID burst into a million tears 🥺 poor guy probs needs it THE MOST WAAAH i loooove this lil interaction i am MUSH

and when he realises its different from touching you??? OHHHH. BOYYYYYY.

i love this monty thank u for writing this

STEADY BEGINNINGS ┊ TODOROKI SHOUTO

tags: GN reader, developing relationship (eventual friends to lovers), touch starved shouto, physical affection (hand holding + long hugs), good god the yearning, obliviousness, jealousy, fluff + angst, pro hero shouto, reader works at hero agency

wc: 3.8K

series masterlist: 2/5

Shouto was born to be a hero.

It is a sentiment shared by reporters and fans alike. Todoroki Shouto, the pride of Endeavor, the saving grace of his family name. True, his development had been entirely up to chance—no matter the intent or cruel desperation behind his father’s actions, he had to rely on the probability that the next offspring would win the genetic lottery—but low and behold, he did, and to many people that alone was a sign of destiny at work.

Ultimately, he chose to continue the path of being a hero himself, but no higher being put him there. His father did. At the time of his birth Shouto had not been a son, not even a baby. He was a project. A small, shapeless, squirmy thing. Malleable, like any young mind. It’s a miracle he retained any will and individuality.

Sometimes when alone with his thoughts, Shouto would hypothesise on the whys and the hows. The conclusion he always comes to is this: any sort of reality in which Shouto succumbs to his father’s ideals and manipulation would have to be a world in which his mother does not exist.

While his existence was planned, and wanted, he was to be a hero and as such, wasn’t cut from love—that came after. He loved his mother. So much so that when she hurt, he hurt. When she cried, he cried. She taught him what it meant to be gentle, to have hope, to aspire to be his own person. Years spent amongst the country's finest heroes and Shouto still regarded his mother as the bravest woman he knew, strong because she refused to be hardened by her circumstances; soft so that she can’t be broken again.

You are like his mother in that regard. Those same echoes of reassurance that softness isn’t weakness, and it isn’t earned. You’ve been touching him more as of late, as if determined to prove it. Static between brushed fingertips, words expressed by simply pressing your knees together, the weight of your hand on his bicep to garner his attention. The build up is subtle and cumulative and yet each instance strikes him with the magnitude of a thermodynamic explosion.

Nobody bats an eyelid to this shift in physicality, which makes it all the more difficult to determine whether he is reading into things or not. It could be that he’s noticing those small instances only because it’s you, and you are all he can think about lately.

You’ve given him permission to reciprocate. He merely has to ask for more if he wants it. What Shouto hadn’t accounted for is the unbearability of being vulnerable enough to ask. An innocent “can you hug me?” becomes so much more daunting to voice with all that longing crowded up behind it. He can’t help worrying you’ll see right through to the bottom of his desires.

A hand comes into view. Bakugo’s ash-smudged finger and thumb pinch and snap together in front of his face. “Come back to Earth, dumbass. Your thousand yard stare is scarin’ my new assistant”.

Shouto blinks out of his stupor and the blurred vignette surrounding his vision recedes. He glances at the skittish man sitting outside Bakugo’s office currently sending worried glances over his shoulder. “I think he’s more scared that you’re back,” Shouto intones dryly. “Isn’t he the fourth one this year?”

“Not my fault they’re all wimps,” Bakugo huffs. A slap reverberates around the office as he throws down a manila folder onto his desk and drops heavily into his chair. He regards Shouto with suspicion overtop his computer monitor. “Whatever you were just thinkin’ about—stop”.

“You don’t know what I’m thinking about”.

“I know you always manage to make Olympic level leaps in logic,” Bakugo rolls his eyes and tears open the folder. He slides out what Shouto assumes is a debrief and flips it between his fingers. Shouto keeps quiet. He reclines into the couch cushions and returns to reading the incident report on his lap, counting down from ten in the privacy of his mind. Anytime now.

Three, two, one.

“So what is it?” Bakugo asks, trying too hard to sound flippant but landing squarely on irritation. “Spit it out before you give yourself an aneurysm”.

Shouto opens his mouth and closes it again. A wave of hot embarrassment washes over him. He knows Bakugo will do him the kindness of being blunt and honest but it doesn’t make it any less humiliating to admit.

In their younger years Shouto saw something of a kindred spirit in Bakugo. He too did not like touch and aggressively voiced his distaste for it whenever he got the chance—which was often, because divine intervention sought fit to give him the most tactile, handsy friend group possible.

As they got older though, Shouto began to realise that the protests and threats were hollow. Despite being vehemently against affection, Bakugo would allow it anyway, and sometimes even seek it out. The aggression was bravado. Bakugo liked having his friends draped around his shoulders. He liked when Mina kissed his cheek, or Kaminari played with his hair, or Kirishima gathered him into a too-tight hug, or Sero tangled their ankles together on the couch.

Only, for him to comfortably accept it, Bakugo needed to act as though he were doing them a favour by allowing them into his space. And Bakugo’s friends played along without complaint.

From what he’s observed you are also an affectionate person. You are liberal with your warmth and adapt seamlessly to the boundaries of those around you. But you were also visibly uncomfortable whenever people took that affinity for intimacy as an open invitation, and recoiled if they encroached on your own.

Shouto has imagined reaching out only for your body to flinch away from him more times than he can count. It’s a battle staged in his head, ingrown fears. The possibility alone was enough to keep him from reciprocating, set in a state of fawn-like inertia.

“There’s somebody I want to get closer to. A friend,” he begins. Bakugo makes an inquisitive noise, props his cheek against his fist and narrows his eyes as he listens. Shouto retells the story in part, deciding to omit your name, and by the tail-end of it Bakugo’s forehead is deeply creased in dissatisfaction.

“You make all your own problems, Halfie. Y’know that?” he mutters, rubbing at the bridge of his nose and sinking back into his chair. “Fine, you don’t want to make this person uncomfortable, or whatever. If you need a hug so damn badly, why not ask Deku? Not like he’d say no”.

Knowing Bakugo would make his dilemma sound ridiculous is one thing, actually hearing it is another. “How do you know it isn’t about Midoriya,” Shouto returns petulantly.

“It ain’t Izuku or anyone else from your nerd squad,” Bakugo says, dropping his hand to drum on the desk. “I would’ve heard about it”.

“Why?”

“Because you don’t touch people. And that’s fuckin’ fine, yeah? But if you had, I know for a fact any one of them would’ve burst into tears and told everyone in a five mile radius”.

“Oh,” it leaves him a little off-kilter to hear. Shouto leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, setting the report on the dark wood coffee table. The corner of the page is curled, and the spine is creased, and the ink annotation has smudged under his thumb. He details these things as he deliberates, the excuses cloying in his throat and thick like he might cry too.

Bakugo was right—if he craved close contact so badly, why couldn’t he go to Midoriya? He knows he would likely be met with enthusiasm.

“You don't have to tell me who. I don’t care. But you’re overthinking it,” Bakugo grunts at his lack of response, in a way that very much suggests that he cares. “Go ask. If they say ‘no’ it’s tough shit, but the world isn’t gonna end. From what you’ve told me they wouldn’t say ‘no’ anyway. Dumbass”.

Shouto nods and gives up the pretense of reading the paperwork. He feels coltish as he stands and brushes down his front, straightening the creases.

“You’re right”.

“I know”.

“Thank you, Bakugo,” he says. A small smile unfurls across his anxiety-bitten mouth. “You’re a good friend”.

“Shut up,” Bakugo grumbles. It’s a testament to his concern that he hadn’t cursed Shouto there and then. “Now get out of my office. What are you doing here in the first place? You got your own!”

“Yours gets all the sunlight. And it’s always quiet because nobody comes in here,” Shouto ignores the baleful slit of an eye Bakugo turns on him. “I’m going to take my lunch now”.

“Do what you want,” Bakugo dismisses haughtily, and Shouto smiles while thinking, not for the first time, that he’s very lucky to have friends like these.

The fidgety assistant bows as he exits and turns into the sun-drenched hallway. Warmth drapes around Shouto’s shoulders, lingering at his nape while he descends the dark stairwell where the light doesn’t reach. His boots thud against the linoleum, and he counts each footfall to keep his face neutral as his legs carry him toward your department.

Somewhere between one and one hundred and thirteen, a fraction of Shouto’s courage starts to dwindle. He grits his teeth. A hundred steps can’t be enough to dissuade him after decades of denying himself any kind of indulgence.

The further he goes into the support wing the more elaborate the layout becomes. You’re in research and development, assigned a workshop close to the quirk analysts. Heads turn as Shouto rolls through. Heroes didn’t often make personal visits to this area. If he thinks hard enough he could count a grand number of two past visits and neither of them were for you.

His stride falters when he catches sight of your nameplate. It is fixed to the wall outside your door, polished and gleaming proudly. Shouto traces the characters of your name engraved into steel before raising his hand to knock.

Your voice rings out from inside, “Come in!”

A pitched beeping sound comes from overhead. The workshop doors begin to open in a theatrical fashion, receding like curtains to reveal your space. The floor is mapped out with tape. Clear boundaries drawn between the work benches, the fume cupboards, the vault and your personal office, in an attempt at organised chaos. He might have been more interested in poking around for the first time if he had not felt on the edge of intrusion.

You’re tucked behind your curved desk surrounded by numerous monitors that dwarf your frame. Shouto furtively takes in your cute, rumpled appearance. The upper half of your coveralls have been undone to reveal an undervest, sleeves tied tight around and accentuating your waist.

“Take a seat, I’ll be with you in…” the dull tapping of practiced keystrokes comes to a stop as you notice him in the doorway. The professional veneer disappears. “Shouto?” you say, mostly to yourself. Your gaze slides beyond his shoulder, looking for whoever might be accompanying him. “Is everything okay?”

There’s a worried twist in your mouth that he wants to smudge away. A look in your eyes—a combination of warmth and weight that tugged at his being. Shouto rolls his shoulders, shaking off the tension, and moving deeper into your office. The doors close automatically behind him. “I’m okay,” he assures, taking the seat across from you.

Your expression gentles, and he likes how your gaze follows him. “I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch with me,” he continues. “But if you’re working I can head back”.

“Lunch?” you repeated. Your eyes darted to the corner of the monitor closest to you and promptly widened. “Oh, shit. When did that happen?”

An upswing of fondness catches him like a blow to the chest. His mouth quirks into a smirk. “How long have you been here?”

“Too long. I got lumped with a new project a few days ago and it’s almost done,” the monitors shut off one by one as you sheepishly press each button. Then you gave him a soft, apologetic look, “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy. Must’ve missed me if you came all the way down here”.

Dread shriked through him. The low whirring from the equipment scattered around your workspace is suddenly inordinately loud. Was he that obvious?

You, however, fail to notice Shouto’s anxiety and grab him around the wrist as you pivot the desk. “C’mon. Let’s go before the good stuff is gone,” you tell him.

Shouto had absolutely no clue what the ‘good stuff’ entailed—maybe he should’ve bothered to ask. Atleast it would take his mind off your hand. It’s wrapped around his sleeve, right where the fabric ends, loose enough for him to unshackle from if he wants. When he doesn’t protest the contact you stroke your thumb in an arc over the heel of his hand and squeeze.

Shouto falls into step, too caught up to realise you’ve taken him to the cafeteria. He expects you’ll drop his wrist in the presence of your colleagues, yet you adjust your grip and glance back at him with an encouraging tilt of your head.

“I’m starving. I think I’ll get a rice bowl. Smells pretty good today, don’t you think?”

Shouto hummed his agreement. He felt out of his depth, and he didn’t trust his voice. The spark of giddiness was doing embarrassing things to his throat. The line is mercifully short and before long he has a warm bowl of food held against his front.

“Did you want to sit in here? I can take us to one of the senior staff lounges instead if you want,” you cast a nervous look across the sparse crowd. “I mean, support engineers aren’t really gossiping types but…”

A petty part of him hoped the whispers would escalate. To have your name linked with his, to be known as a person that you cared about—he found that deeply satisfying, for reasons he couldn’t yet put his finger on.

Then again, being alone with you far eclipsed the appeal of flaunting your friendship. “The senior staff lounge sounds best,” he answers after a minute of feigned consideration. You nod, regretfully having dropped his hand, and motion for him to follow once more.

The lounge is a modest room with a kitchenette, a breakfast nook and a few bean bag chairs. It smells faintly like peeled oranges. There are post it notes and blueprints haphazardly stuck to the pinboard, covering an out of date calendar filled out in illegible scrawl. This is no shop awning. There is no rainfall to lend to the ambiance. But you are together in an enclosed space, and that is enough to make his heart beat in anticipation.

You scoot into the breakfast nook. He sits on the same side of the table and tries to subtly spread his knees enough to nudge your thigh. You side-glance in surprise but choose not to mention it. Instead you smile through your first mouthful and ask, “How've things been since I last saw you?”

Achy, like he’s used an atrophied muscle. Lonely, and frustrating beyond words. But he doesn’t say any of that. He digs crescents into his thigh through his pant leg and says, “Boring”.

“Figured that might be the case. I saw the livestream of you fighting Haywire,” you bump your shoulder against his. “The Commission probably dumped a whole load of paperwork on you, huh?”

Shouto wrinkles his nose. He hoped you hadn’t caught that fight. The pursuit of Haywire—an eco terrorist with an electrical quirk—managed to cause an unprecedented amount of damage to the city infrastructure.

“You handled it as best you could. The power grid can be fixed. What’s important is people are alive because of you,” a warm weight covers the fingers restlessly whittling at his pant leg. You pet his hand, “I’m glad you weren’t hurt”.

Guided solely by his impulses, the instant you start to draw back he envelops the top of your hand and sandwiches it between his own. He goes hot and cold all over in quick succession. Boundaries, he reminds himself. But you’re not pulling away. You’re studying him with a knowing gleam in your eye.

Shouto clears his throat. Heat pricks across his skin, concentrated in his cheekbones. “Sorry,” he says. You can ask, a memory echoes. “Is this okay?”

“You don’t have to apologise. I told you it’s fine,” you reply firmly. “I’m happy to remind you if you need to hear it”.

“No, I…” his brow furrows. “I’ve been thinking”.

“That’s not good”.

Shouto snorts and shakes his head, his amusement petering out into a shallow breath. “I want to ask. I’ve wanted to ask like you said I could,” he explains vaguely. “I’m not very good at it, I think”.

You make a soft, understanding sound that immediately sets him at ease. “I guess, after denying yourself something for so long it can be scary to let yourself have it again,” you murmur, a faraway look in your eyes. After a pensive moment the sheen fades and your laughter lines deepen, “I’ll do what I did before, then. If you look like you need a hug I’ll ask you instead”.

“In what way do I ‘look like’ I need a hug?”

“You get this—I don’t know how to explain it,” you gesture vaguely at him. “This blankness about you, but not your normal resting face, I mean you don’t seem all there. I don’t like it. I like it best when you’re happy”.

“Ah,” comes his eloquent response. Shouto drops his gaze to where your hands knot together. Every quark in his body is urging him to get closer, and remain close. “Bakugo thinks I should try to hug Midoriya, too,” he adds, oddly flustered.

“Huh. You talked to Bakugo about—? That’s a surprise. A nice surprise, I mean! Well, Midoriya does give great hugs. It would be good for you to…”

Shouto’s thoughts grow louder and he frowns down at his rice. You’re saying something about physical touch and wellness and friends. Dopamine and serotonin. It barely registers. Two truths are pinging around his skull.

You have hugged Midoriya. Of course you have. You’re friends.

You think he’s great at it.

Why is that so unsettling? Teenagers think like this. Single minded and overly emotional.

He feels the shifting of your knuckles under his palm. “Hey. You’ll need one of these back if you’re going to eat,” you say.

“Right,” he lifts his left hand and picks up his chopsticks to take a pinch of rice from his bowl. He chews until the clamouring in his mind has settled, and you patiently accept his stoic silence without explanation. Shouto hasn’t been this awkward since highschool, and even then he was too wrapped up in his familial problems to be aware of it.

“What’s the project you’ve been working on?” he eventually asks.

You take the change of topic in your stride, leaning closer and lowering your voice to an excited whisper, “I’m not supposed to tell you but—it’s for Deku’s new costume”.

“Midoriya is getting a new costume?” Shouto replies. You playfully shush him and he pouts a little.

“Don’t sulk. He doesn’t know yet either,” you poke a chopstick at the corner of his jutted mouth. “It’s my job to prepare a design portfolio and talk through everything next week. You’ll get a new one too, when you break the top five”.

“If,” he amends.

“You don’t think you’ll move up?”

“Reaching the top was never really a priority for me,” Shouto’s attention splinters, half of his focus on the conversation and the other on the sensation of your skin. He considers overturning his hand to entwine your fingers. “I just want to be the best hero I can be”.

You hum, and as if plucking the desire right from his mind, absentmindedly slip into the gaps between his fingers. Shouto steadies his breathing and takes another mouthful.

The rest of the hour passes, syrupy and slow like molasses. By the final minute Shouto’s palm is sticky and reluctant to part from yours. You usher him out from the breakfast nook first, stacking the empty bowls before directing him back toward the emptied cafeteria.

You slide the bowls along the counter for the kitchen staff to take. Then you wipe your hands down your front as you pivot to face him, thrusting out both arms as he stands frozen.

“Can I hug you?”

Shouto touches his face and you laugh.

“This is because I want one,” you clarify with a warm grin, beckoning him closer.

Shouto inhales steps into the embrace, his arms instinctively wrapping around your back. There are less layers this time—the heat of your body is overwhelming, alongside the gentle rise of goosebumps across your bare shoulders. Your breath fell gently on his collarbone, his head lowering to curl into you. He thinks, were he not born to be a hero, he must surely be born for this.

“Thank you,” you mumble, squeezing his waste a final time as you retreat. “I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

Shouto nods. Your presence moves away like the sun being blocked out and he watches you go, departing words caught in his teeth, an incessant buzz in his fingertips. The walk back to his office is a gauzy yellow haze. Every physiological response in his body told him that he was in a free fall, despite his feet being firmly on the ground.

“Shouto!”

Shouto halts mid-step at the familiar voice. He turns to look at Izuku, at the tentative beginnings of his smile. “Izuku,” he says.

“We missed you at lunch—are you feeling alright?” Izuku asks, slightly bemused. “You look kinda… floaty,” his eyes are dark, softened in the afternoon light as they sweep over Shouto’s figure and his face.

"Izuku," Shouto said before he could convince himself otherwise, “Do you want a hug?”

The innocent question appeared to crash into Izuku with the levity of a bullet train in motion. Tears sprang to his eyes, brighter now. Shouto tenses as he is swept into a solid hug. Izuku smells like fresh air, sweat and sweet-salty broth. He holds Shouto as though trying to keep his seams from bursting; thick arms are secure around his shoulders, and a rough palm rubs broad strokes down his back, smoothing the tension until Shouto is relaxed.

You were right. Izuku does give great hugs. Shouto came away doughy, and fuller, and with the stark realisation that while touching Izuku soothed the ache, it still felt completely different to touching you.

Later, as he leaned his head against the desk surface, he sluggishly contemplated the implications of that.

[lanzaa-033]

hey my people, I have a problem and I'll make it yours too :)

So I met this guy who lives REEEEALLY far away, and we started texting eachother and became friends. The problem is, that we just stopped talking for no reason and it makes me sad bc he's just so polite and kind and aaaaskokfsnlkednfelrknferlkfnf 😭😭😭

How do I tell him that I miss talking with him? He's a good friend...

Good day/night to everyone

[cherimoyatea]

Heyyy, can I request an ff where Sylus and Mc are having their intimate moment but they forgot to close the door so Luke and Kieran accidentally saw them?

Ahhh a request! Hi Annonie!

Thank you so much for trusting me with your request! I actually never saw that coming, so I'm kind of both nervous and excited at the same time!

Life has been busy recently and I didn't have much time to write but your request was spinning in the back of my head! And this was so much fun to write!

I changed my style for a more comedic route this time and kept things lighthearted, hope that's okay!

Love, Cheri 🍒

❧ Sylus - Private Surprise

Pairing: Sylus x You Word Count: 826 Tags: established relationship, comedy, suggestive content (kissing, making out, no smut tho), luke and kieran being adorkable

It's Friday night, and you have eagerly accepted your boyfriend's invitation to spend the weekend at his villa in the N109 Zone.

After a long, challenging week, the chance to spend a few days with him couldn't have come at a better time, and your heart fluttered when he picked you up to have dinner together before driving you both back to his place.

You're standing by the sideboard in his living room, about to pour yourself a drink, when Sylus suddenly appears behind you on silent toes, putting his hands on your hips.

''Mmm, I missed you, Kitten…''

He whispers in your ear, grazing it with the tip of his nose.

Slowly, the silver-haired man moves his head down your neck, gently placing soft kisses there. His touch on your skin sends a tingle through your body, and you can't help but close your eyes and tilt your neck, giving him more space as he moves down to your shoulder.

''S-Sylus… Luke and Kieran will be here anytime soon.''

You stutter nervously while his hands move to the hem of your shirt, slowly sliding beneath the fabric to find the soft skin of your stomach, a smirk forming on his lips. ''Don't worry about the twins, Sweetie. I've sent them off to pick something up for me—they'll be busy for a while.''

Even though your pulse is racing with excitement, you set your glass back on the sideboard and turn around with a teasing smile, crossing your arms to appear nonchalant. ''Oh! So this is the surprise you mentioned earlier? I see…''

''No Kitten…'' Sylus replies with a smug grin, unfazed by your cheeky attitude. Even though you are pretending to be indifferent, your flushed face gives you away. With one swift move, he lifts your hips and places you on the sideboard, stepping between your thighs as he spreads them with his strong hands. ''...the surprise is yet to come.''

The red-eyed man leans closer, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss before hungerily sliding his tongue out, inviting himself into your mouth. A soft gasp escapes your lips as you willingly let him in and wrap your arms around his neck, returning his kiss passionatly.

Lost in the heat of the moment, you don't hear the front door being opened and steps echoing in the hallway, coming closer…

''Boss, the address turned out to be wrong. We-''

You both startle and your heads swivel toward the voice when the door swings open and Luke and Kieran enter the living room, suddenly freezing in their movements as their eyes meet you and Sylus.

Obviously caught in a very intimate moment.

''O-Oh shit!! Boss?! MC??'' Kieran squeaks, while Luke throws his hands over his mask in an attempt to cover his eyes. Shrill screams echo through the huge villa, and Sylus raises an irritated eyebrow, unsure who's louder—the twins or you!

Panicked, the young men try to escape the awkward situation by running off, but Kieran stumbles over a pouf, grabs Luke's arm, and causes both of them to trip and fall to the floor instead.

''Waaah, my eyes, my eeeyes!'' Luke whines, rubbing his hands frantically on his mask, while Kieran tries to gather himself from the floor, still paralyzed by embarrassment.

The twins feel like they just walked into their parents!

''Argh, enough now!'' Sylus snarls and pulls away from you, giving you space to quickly jump off the sideboard and hide behind his large form so you can fix your disheveled state. With a single motion of his hand, the twins are swiftly thrown out of the living room, the door slamming shut behind them with a loud bang.

''N-Noo…!'' You cover your face with your hands in embarrassment, feeling the heat flood your cheeks.

Why didn't you lock the damn door?

''I'll never be able to face them again!'' You whine, wishing the ground would open up beneath you and swallow you whole.

Sylus lets out an amused huff and gently grips your wrists, pulling it away from your flushed face to look at you. ''I feel like the twins aren't any better, Kitten.''

The next morning, the twins are nowhere to be seen when you and Sylus have breakfast in the dining room. And even for the rest of your stay, there is no sign of them, anywhere.

Once you're back home, you find a small gift basket on your doorstep, filled with your favorite sweets, flowers, and plushies. As you approach, you catch a glimpse of two shadows hiding around the corner of your stairway, watching you closely from afar.

Pretending you didn't see them, you pick up the basket, fish for the note inside, and chuckle as you read it silently:

''Sorry MC! We won't tell anyone! Promise!

xoxo, Luke and Kieran

p.s.: Luke has serious questions about the 'sideboard moment' but don't worry, he's too embarrassed to ask.

p.p.s.: Next time, maybe a 'Do Not Disturb' sign?"

Thank you for reading!

Cheri 🍒

[hanichani]

hii!! could u do a skz (preferably i.n or ot8) when they have an idol!so and they reveal their relationship??

hi anon!! i tried to make this kind of as realistic as possible but at the same time i feel like jyp would never let this happen so this is what i came up with😭

Pairing: ot8 x gn!idol!reader Genre: fluff, a tiny bit angsty i guess Warnings: none that i could think of, everyone's stressing Word count: 1,3k

i hope you like it <3 (sorry it took so long)

Channie

realistically, i don’t think chan would want to reveal the relationship up until after the peak of their career if ever. i feel like he’s just too tied down by all the responsibilities he has towards the company. but i also think that out of all of the other members he would do the best at consoling you if you ever wanted to go public and he told you no. he would feel so bad but it’s just something he knows he can’t risk. and a big part of why he wouldn’t do it is that he’s afraid you’d receive hate so he’s really just trying to protect you and your career.

if the relationship ever got leaked, boy would have to do so much damage control. even if it’s accepted by everyone and actually somehow boosts your careers and only has good outcomes. mans would be out there writing apology letters like “hi, this is stray kids’ bang chan and i’m so sorry i lied to you all about my relationship.” like it’s not his private business.

Lee know

lee know would throw in little quips and hints during things like skz code and stuff. do you know how he talked about the friend he went to japan with and said he was his boyfriend? he’d do that with you as well. pretend that he’s joking and when they’re all asked about your group he’d say “yea, we hung out once. they’re actually my partner now.” and then do the little :] smile. hannie would obviously throw in a little “what about me?” and then the whole mention about your relationship goes unnoticed. but he would try to slowly get there through hints.

if this relationship ever got leaked, he’d come over that same day with the biggest smile on his face. i feel like he’d genuinely be happy and i think someday, down the line, he’d confirm it on his own by sending a not the most flattering picture of you surrounded with his cats to bubble. for which you’d scold him later. 

Changbin

i feel like changbin would really want to tell EVERYONE. like, he’s so proud to be your boyfriend and he wants to tell the world. but he knows he can’t. he would also just mention you during skz talker and stuff. i think he’d show the camera a video of you doing a dance trend or something and be like “waaah, aren’t they so talented?” meanwhile in his head he’s also adding “and they’re all mine”.

he’s happy as well when the relationship gets leaked. is even happier that it happens around the time of your new comeback because now he can do your dance challenge with you and not feel weird about it. wouldn’t address it but in his next vlog, he tells the staff not to blur you out anymore. (which i know that they don’t really post vlogs anymore BUT BINNIE’S WERE MY FAVORITE AND I MISS THEM OKAY) 

Hyunjin

feel like hyune would be STRESSED when you first bring up the idea of going public. he’d tell you that he’ll think about it but is probably the most open to it. he’d have a meeting about it with the higher ups and you would too but it would be a while before they actually allowed you to do it. 

when it does happen, i think it would just be him posting pictures from a versace event and then the last picture would be the two of you together. your back pressed against his chest, his hand placed over your stomach and your hand reaching back to hold his face while looking at each other. you’d obviously be wearing your versace outfits and the caption would be something like “thank you donatella, me and my y/n enjoyed the event so much”. safe to say stays go crazy and your fandom does as well.

Jisung

i think hannie wouldn’t be comfortable revealing it but we all know boy has a big mouth. i think he’d just leak his own relationship tbh. yk how sometimes he just speaks poems about how he’s so fond of minho? one question asked about you and he’s spilling on air. “ah y/n? yeah, i’ve never met anyone as hard working… well, except for my members. yeah, they’re just so amazing and we match so well, you know. it was honestly like out of a fairytale. i mean, um… like… you know, like the friendship?” and then chan is jumping into the conversation and changing the topic, thank god for his leader. 

he’d be terrified after but you’re there to calm him down. at some point you get asked about it in an interview and you decide to just clear it up. “did you hear what stray kids’ han said about you the other day?” the interviewer asks. “ah yeah. adorable, wasn’t he? i have to say, it really was like out of a fairytale. it might sound corny but we just clicked so well, you know.” you smile and wave into the camera, mouthing a hi baby because you just know that he’s going to watch this interview the moment it comes out. (chan is beyond stressed because of you two)

Felix

lixie would love the idea of going public but he would be too scared of the consequences i think. feel like it would be similar to hyunjin because he would want you at all of his events and at some point the fans start to be like…hmm is it a coincidence that they always appear together at the same events. but obviously that’s not enough to just assume that you’re both dating.

at some point lix accidentally sends the wrong picture to bubble and it’s a picture where you’re cuddled together in bed and you’re kissing his cheek. he meant to send the one of him alone that he took when you went to the bathroom. he’s freaked out but then he just kind of accepts it and is happy because so much pressure has just been taken off his shoulders. the next picture of the two of you that appears on bubble is sent intentionally with a bunch of light blue hearts.

Seungmin

seungmin would absolutely NOT want to reveal the relationship. he has a reputation to uphold as the grumpy one. that’s what he says but really he’s just too scared of the reactions and feedback. he doesn’t mind getting hate, he feels used to that but he doesn’t want you to receive it. he’s also worried that people would put you down for dating him out of everyone else. this leads to you both having a looong conversation where he starts sobbing at some point because he does feel insecure but he never lets himself feel those things unless it’s with you.

this in turn makes him realize that you are very important to him and now he’s even more conflicted. should he tell everyone that you’re his or should he work even harder to protect your relationship. in the end, he decides to let you make the decision. he’s happy with whatever you choose as long as you’re by his side.

Jeongin

i think innie would actually be the one to bring this up with you. after they all get their instagrams, hyunjin gets his piercing and the company lets more loose in general, he feels that it could go through. so he brings it up with jyp and gets the green light (which is not realistic at all but let’s pretend for the sake of this drabble).

i know that innie doesn’t do the ootd posts anymore but i think it would be so cute if he revealed it through that. he would post an ootd post and then on some of the pictures you’re there as well. just a power couple posing together. and then also, some of the more observing fans would notice that hey, isn’t that innie’s shirt that y/n was wearing in their new post. and hey isn’t that the same bag that y/n has in jeongin’s new post? it’d just be really cute because you’d both be so excited about it and flaunting it. 

a/n: requests are open by the way!!!

[pan-kojiwa]

YEEES OMG I LOVE THIS MOMENT SM JEUZIJSKD

A part of me wanted him to tell Meg that he was his father but I don’t think I was ready for that :,)

And I think that’s when I realized I choose gojo by default but my heart and mind where toji’s

Ooh Toji is you husband too?? I like your taste :33

Yes MWEHEHEHEHEHEHE

I love him!! Idc idc what people say abt him and his relationship with Megumi because what made me love him is his character arc. I've yapped abt it too much, and I will yap abt it again haha!

Shunned by his family, he found himself doing sht that he's been "trained" to do, which is to kill, only for him to drop that life after meeting his wife and having Megumi. THEN only for him to go back to that lifestyle the moment the light of his life died!!!! Hello?????? HELLO ISN'T THAT JUST TRAGIC????

THEN HE DIED THINKING ABT HIS SON????? sure him selling Megs to the clan is meh, but DAMN you can't deny the fact that he cared????

THEN DIED AGAIN??? AFTER MEETING MEGS IN THE SHIBUYA RC BC HE'S GLAD MEGUMI CARRIED THE FUSHIGURO NAME???? PLEASE THIS MAN 😭😭😭😭

And that is why he is my husband thank yeeeewwww

[anonymousewrites]

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

Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Chapter Thirteen: Chives for Usefulness

Mouse Note: I'm back!

Summary: Summer has arrived, and the Host Club invades Haruhi's job.

            (Y/N) lifted their head as their phone rang, and the moment they looked at the number, they groaned. They were going to kill Tamaki for interrupting their summer break. Still, they did pick up the call—what choice did they have? Tamaki would just call them back as many times as he needed to.

            “Tamaki, why do you need me so early—”

            “Haruhi is missing!” cried Tamaki.

            “Haruhi has been kidnapped?!” cried Honey.

            He opened up a group call? (Y/N) sighed and yawned. If my phone bill is expensive, I’m billing him.

            “She must be bankrupt! She must’ve fled for her life!” said Tamaki, hysterical.

            “Haruhi went bankrupt and fled by night?” said Mori.

            “That’s right! I’ve been calling her since the break started, but no one answers. I can’t get ahold of her dad at work, either,” sobbed Tamaki. “I bet they couldn’t pay rent so she’s working as an indentured servant!”

            “Waaah! Haruhi!” said Honey.

            “Boss, please lower your voice,” groaned Kaoru and Hikaru.

            “And Haruhi doesn’t carry a cell phone! We need to get her one when we save her! I’ve done some research. There’s a commoner organization called ‘Flee by Night’—”

            “Sorry to shatter your dramatic delusion.” An annoyed and tired Kyoya finally chimed in. “But Haruhi is in Karuizawa.”

            “What?!” cried all the host members (sans Mori).

            “And she didn’t tell daddy?” sobbed Tamaki. “We must go and check on her immediately!”

            “That’s why,” sighed (Y/N). Haruhi had specifically told them not to mention it to the Host Club (Haruhi needed a break, needed to make money, and needed to be left alone). Of course Kyoya always had information (Ranka), but (Y/N) hadn’t told anyone else.

            “Men, be ready at your nearest helipad with your bags back in an hour!” commanded Tamaki.

            “Yes, Boss!” said Kaoru and Hikaru, and (Y/N) just knew they were mock-saluting.

            “Yay! We’re seeing Haru!” said Honey.

            (Y/N) sighed. They did not have the money for a trip.

            “(Y/N), I will pick you up on my way,” said Kyoya.

            (Y/N)’s cheeks warmed. “Thanks, Kyoya.”

            He didn’t respond as he hung up the phone. He didn’t mention that their house was, of course, out of the way of the drive to the helipad. That didn’t matter to him.

            At (Y/N)’s apartment, they sighed and grabbed an old luggage bag. At least I get some sort of vacation. They weren’t getting one any other way.

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            “Kyoya, are you going to report Haruhi having a job to the school?” said (Y/N) as they drove to meet the others.

            “I don’t see a need to,” said Kyoya.

            “Not when you can use it as blackmail?” said (Y/N), amused.

            “Blackmail is such a cold word,” said Kyoya.

            “Right.” (Y/N) chuckled. “I guess it’s a good thing I haven’t found a job then. No need for you to have dirt on me, too. Though I should sneak one next year…It would be good to have some money to save.” They sighed.

            “I wouldn’t hold it over you,” said Kyoya.

            “You wouldn’t?” (Y/N) looked at him in surprise.

            “No,” said Kyoya, gazing back at them. The pause stretched on, and, realizing how open that was (by Kyoya’s standards), he continued. “Besides, I will only use the rule against Haruhi if she tries to throw us out. Imagine traveling to Karuizawa for just five minutes. That would be tedious.”

            (Y/N) smiled and covered their mouth as they laughed. “Oh, Kyoya.” They shook their head.

            He looked at them and smiled slightly.

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            Haruhi folded the last sheet and put it in the laundry hamper as she stood outside the pensione in Karuizawa. It was peaceful working there—even if the manager was as boisterous as her father. Not to mention, getting a bit of quiet and her time after Ouran’s regimented schedule and academics was good.

            Wuppa-wuppa.

            “Haruhi!”

            She froze. No way. With considerable trepidation, Haruhi looked up and paled. A helicopter was approaching.

            “Haruhi! Are you okay?!”

            Haruhi let out a string of curses that were, thankfully, covered by the helicopter blades chopping through the air. The Host Club had arrived in Karuizawa.

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            “Wow! What a handsome batch! Are you all Haruhi’s friends?” The manager of the pensione smiled happily at the hosts. “How do you do? I’m Misuzu Sonoda—that’s my stage name, anyway, and all the world’s a stage, right? I’m the owner of this establishment. Please, call me Misuzu.”

            “Ah, yes, you’re Ranka’s friend from work,” said Kyoya.

            “Yup! I’ve been coming here for the past two summers,” said Misuzu, smiling. “It’s my dream to own a cute pensione like this. Of course, I don’t make enough to hire an employee yet. But because Ranka is away and he was worried about Haruhi, plus the fact that she said she didn’t need to be paid much…Well, I decided to take her in! She’s turned out to be a great worker! She makes my life so easy.”

            “He went on a trip, leaving his daughter behind?” said Kaoru.

            “Haruhi didn’t have to do this…” said Hikaru.

            “Aren’t these aprons cute?” said Misuzu, showing off Haruhi. “I made them myself.”

            “You’ve done a great job, Misuzu!” said Tamaki and the twins, and all the hosts gave a thumbs-up.

            “Sorry about intruding, Haruhi,” said (Y/N), smiling apologetically. “Tamaki freaked out and dragged us all out.”

            “I’ll bet,” said Haruhi, groaning. “But at least you got here, too.” She needed one of the sane(r) hosts around to mediate Tamaki’s craziness. She paused. “How did you get here?”

            “Kyoya picked me up,” said (Y/N), shrugging as if it was obvious.

            Haruhi glanced between (Y/N) and Kyoya. Huh…

            “We didn’t expect you to take on a summer job, Haruhi,” said Hikaru.

            “No wonder you declined to go to Bali with us,” said Kaoru.

            “Same here! My invitation was for Switzerland!” said Honey.

            “Guys…how come you all extended personal invitations to Haruhi?” said Tamaki, the jealousy clear on his face. “You didn’t invite me? Or (Y/N)? Or anyone else?!”

            “Nice save,” said (Y/N), grinning and shaking their head.

            “(Y/N) and I were making plans to go to one of my family’s resorts,” said Kyoya.

            Haruhi tilted her head. Huh… Once again, she was making some interesting connections.

            “I was being left out of everything?!” whined Tamaki.

            “Hey, Haruhi, you switched off your cell phone, didn’t you?” said the twins.

            “It’s too much trouble,” sighed Haruhi.

            Tamaki squawked indignantly. “She has a cell phone?!”

            “We were loaning her one of ours to her, that’s all,” said Kaoru.

            “By the way, it’s a friends-only model,” said Hikaru. He stuck out his tongue. “You’re not listed, Boss.”

            “Then I should be the ‘father’ on your friend list, Haruhi,” said Tamaki.

            “I’ve never heard of an entry like that on a friends list,” said Haruhi, deadpan. “Anyway, please go home.” She shooed them towards the door. “As soon as school starts, we’ll be seeing each other again—even if I don’t want to see anyone of you but (Y/N)—”

            “That’s sweet, Haruhi,” said (Y/N), beaming.

            “—At least during break, can’t I be free?” said Haruhi.

            “School Rule 19: Taking a job is not allowed,” said Kyoya “innocently.”

            Haruhi turned creakily towards him. “…What…Hey…Is that right?”

            “Did you hear? She took a job without notifying the school,” said Kaoru, grinning evilly.

            “Oh dear, how bold,” said Hikaru, his grin equally evil.

            “It’s not a bad idea to cool down in Karuizawa once in a while,” said Honey brightly. Mori nodded, holding a Karuizawa tour pamphlet.

            “Resorts do get quite tiresome after a while. (Y/N)?” said Kyoya.

            “I think it’s beautiful here. Quite calm,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            “W-wait…” Haruhi trailed off.

            “It’s true that we’re all free to spend the break however we want! That means you don’t have the right to stop us, either!” declared Tamaki. “This summer, we will all stay at this pensione as VIP guests.”

            Haruhi almost fell to her knees as her peace and quiet was shattered by the Host Club.

            “One moment,” said Misuzu. He smiled. “I’m afraid I only have one unoccupied room, as much as I’d like to have you all stay.”

            “I’ll take it!”

            “We’ll take it!”

            Tamaki and the twins spoke at the same moment.

            “No, wait!” said Honey hurriedly, pouting.

            “Whoever completes the most work and attracts the most guests with their refreshing personality shall win the room!” declared Misuzu, grinning. She knew that 1) she could get work done, 2) people would love attractive men working

            A glint appeared in all the hosts’ eyes. Haruhi groaned. She knew their competitive spirit.

            My poor vacation…

            And so began the Refreshing Work Tournament to Secure a Guest Room in Karuizawa.

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            The twins ran to clean up the entry room of the pensione while Honey and Tamaki gathered hammers and nails to repair the fence. Mori strolled over to chop wood.

            (Y/N) rolled up their sleeves—they were glad their outfit was just a long-sleeved, green shirt and long overalls, very easy to work in—but as they walked towards Misuzu to get their job assignment, Kyoya spoke.

            “No need to join,” said Kyoya.

            “Kyoya, you may have a place to stay—” his nonchalance told them as much “—but I do not.” (Y/N) glanced at the other hosts. “And, honestly, I have the best chance at winning.” They smiled. “I have experience working.”

            “And you have the personality Misuzu is looking for,” agreed Kyoya. “However, you’ll be staying with me.”

            “I feel like your hospitality costs will be higher than the pensione,” said (Y/N).

            “We were already planning on a trip. I wouldn’t make you pay for this,” said Kyoya.

            (Y/N) looked at him in surprise. “Really?”

            “Would you prefer I did?” said Kyoya with an amused smile.

            “Nope, I’m fine,” said (Y/N), chuckling and sitting down at the garden table with him. Kyoya poured a cup of coffee from the pot he’d ordered (and the two cups were definitely planned. Not that (Y/N) realized that or that he’d paid for two people’s coffees).

            “(Y/N), Kyoya, you’re not joining the competition? Good for you,” said Haruhi. She sighed. “But (Y/N), I wanted you to win…”

            “It turns out I have a place to stay,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “What—?”

            “Master Kyoya.” Kyoya’s men appeared. “The luggage has been delivered to the vacation home.”

            “…” Haruhi deadpanned and looked at (Y/N). “They all have vacation homes, don’t they?”

            “They do,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “They should stay there, then!” groaned Haruhi.

            “Misuzu, the fence is fixed!” said Tamaki.

            “The result of your work isn’t refreshing at all!” said Misuzu, looking at the mess of wood. “Minus three points!” He looked at Kaoru and Hikaru “cleaning” next. “You’re just scattering dust! Minus five points!”

            “Misuzu, flowers!” said Honey brightly.

            “That’s cute, but…” Misuzu trailed off.

            “They’re so desperate to be ‘refreshing’ that they’re completely neglecting the work,” said Haruhi.

            “It’s obvious they’ve never worked for anyone before,” said (Y/N).

            “So, Haruhi, who do you think will win?” said Kyoya.

            “No clue,” said Haruhi.

            “Really? A quick look will tell you,” said Kyoya. “Visually, Honey is out. Tamaki could win if he shuts up, but he gets too passionate over a game. Hikaru and Kaoru are the likely winners. But there is one more person…”

            Chop! With an easy swing, Mori cut through wood. With his chest bare, several guests were staring at the strong, tall, stoic man with hearts in their eyes.

            “Wonderful! Very refreshing! Twenty point!” cried Misuzu.

            “So Mori will win,” said Haruhi.

            “No,” said (Y/N). “As soon as Honey is out, Mori will be out.”

            “That means the twins will win. That’s too boring,” said Kyoya.

            “You made a plan, didn’t you?” said (Y/N).

            “Just to amuse myself,” said Kyoya with a smirk.

            “Come here, Antoinette!” Tamaki laughed as he ran across the lawn with a beautiful golden-furred dog. When she caught up, he fell back on the grass and petted her as she happily licked his face. “Antoinette! It tickles!”

            “When did Antoinette get here.” (Y/N) looked at Kyoya. “Ah.”

            “Refreshing!” said Misuzu.

            No sooner had he spoken, though, that Tamaki’s laughs became cackles as Antoinette barked. It was still cute, but not the picturesque moment Misuzu wanted.

            “Refreshing elements destroyed! Minus fifty points!” said Misuzu.

            “I had to send her to help him win some refreshing points, but I guess it didn’t work. Too bad.” Kyoya had been amused, so that’s all he cared about.

            “Hey, Antoinette,” said Kaoru. “Don’t be naughty.”

            “Come over here. We have a treat for you,” said Hikaru.

            Antoinette happily bounded over to them.

            “Good! Plus ten points,” said Misuzu.

            “I have an idea, Kyoya,” said (Y/N), tilting their head and smiled.

            “Oh?” said Kyoya.

            (Y/N) stood up and walked over to Tamaki pouting on the ground. “Tamaki?”

            “The twins are going to win, and I won’t get on Haruhi’s friends list,” pouted Tamaki.

            “You can still win,” said (Y/N). “Because there’s one thing you can do that they can’t.”

            Tamaki looked up at them curiously.

            “Choose the right song,” said (Y/N).

            Tamaki’s eyes widened, and he raced for the foyer and the piano within. A few moments later, lovely music danced through the air, and everyone stopped to listen. It was a beautiful rhythm, like a heartbeat mixed with mountain air.

            “Aha.” Kyoya looked at (Y/N). “Excellent play.”

            “Thank you,” said (Y/N), smiling and sitting down beside him. “With this, Tamaki should win.” They frowned. “Unless the twins do something drastic.”

            “I doubt they won’t try,” said Kyoya.

            No sooner had he spoken than a loud crash echoed across the pensione. Everyone ran around the side of the house, and (Y/N)’s eyes widened.

            “Haruhi!” they said.

            “Kaoru!” cried Hikaru, also running forward.

            Kaoru was covered Haruhi on the ground, and a broken window was on the ground, shattered glass everywhere.

            “That was close. Are you okay, Haruhi?” said Kaoru.

            (Y/N) moved to check Haruhi for injuries. “Oh my god, Haruhi.”

            “I’m alright,” said Haruhi, a bit shaky after the shock. “Is Kaoru—”

            “Oh.” Kaoru touched his cheek where a cut was bleeding. “It’s-It’s just a small cut.”

            Hikaru hugged him close. “Don’t scare me like that.” He took his hand.

            “Okay. I’m sorry.” Kaoru smiled and hugged Hikaru back. “I’m alright.”

            Misuzu clapped while other guests watched in awe. “Refreshing brotherly love! Cheers! One hundred refreshing points!”

            Tamaki blanched, and (Y/N) and Kyoya exchanged looks. Aha.

            “The winners are the Hitachiin brothers!” said Misuzu.

            Tamaki collapsed on the ground at the defeat while the twins posed.

            “Kaoru, thanks again,” said Haruhi. “And Hikaru, sorry about that.”

            The twins looked at her, and smirks spread across their faces. “You’re welcome.”

            “Wait…” Haruhi’s eyes widened, and then she glared. “No way! That was part of your strategy?!”

            “We’ll never tell!” sang the twins. “Yay, we’re staying!”

            Tamaki pouted. “Kyoya…I lost…”

            “I predicted it,” said Kyoya.

            “It was a good game, though,” said (Y/N).

            “Don’t worry, Tama-chan, we can all stay together,” said Honey, smiling. “You won’t be alone.”

            Tamaki was still pouting.

            “You three, perhaps, but (Y/N) and I are going to my family’s home,” said Kyoya.

            “You’re abandoning me?” said Tamaki, eyes wide with tears shining in them.

            “Yes,” said Kyoya.

            Lightning struck poor Tamaki.

            (Y/N) chuckled.

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            “A very different vacation than what we’d been planning,” said Kyoya, sitting down on the couch of his family’s sitting room. All of the hosts had eaten together for dinner, and it had taken forever to get Tamaki to leave and go to Honey’s mansion with the rest for the night.

            “I don’t mind,” said (Y/N), yawning and falling back on the couch with him. “I mean, your family’s resort would have been nice, but this is so peaceful. Not so curated.” They smiled. “A bit of adventure, you know?”

            “I was going for peace and quiet,” said Kyoya.

            “And when does the Host Club get that?” said (Y/N) smiling.

            “Never,” said Kyoya.

            “But we’re together,” said (Y/N).

            Kyoya glanced at them, and they smiled back at him. The “we” could mean all the hosts, or it could mean the two of them—just Kyoya and (Y/N). (Y/N) and Kyoya both preferred the second meaning.

            “We are,” said Kyoya, smiling.

            “And I’m sure we can still find ways to relax,” said (Y/N), smiling. “We can escape the pensione since everyone will be bothering Haruhi and go into town together, if you want.”

            “I would like that,” said Kyoya.

            “It’s a—” (Y/N) faltered as they almost said “date.” “Alright. That’ll be nice.”

            “Yes,” said Kyoya.

            (Y/N) yawned. “I think I’ll head to bed now. I got woken up quite early.”

            “Indeed,” said Kyoya, an irk mark appearing at the memory. He despised being woken up. “(Y/N)?”

            They paused at the door. “Yes?”

            “If you wish to wear something feminine, we’re not at the Host Club. You’re welcome to express yourself however you wish,” said Kyoya. He knew they chose to wear a masculine uniform and their casual clothes were fairly androgynous, but he wanted to reinforce that he respected their choices and identity—he always would.

            (Y/N) smiled. “I know, Kyoya. I know you wouldn’t judge me.” And then they were out the door, heart warm with the fact that Kyoya respected them.

            And Kyoya was left with warmth in his chest at the knowledge that (Y/N) saw him so positively.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I just wanna see how Eliza and Fellow would interact. That’s all lol

For more proposals to the Ghost Bride, check out this post!

So tell me, do you wanna go?

"Hold it!"

The doors to the cafeteria flew open.

In strolled two figures. The smaller one, a cat boy, skipping, scattered flower petals down the aisle. The fox beastman that sauntered in after him was dressed in a smart suit with trailing tails, his cane and spats clack-clack-clacking rhythmically on the floor.

He made his way up to the Ghost Bride, stopping short a few paces to remove his top hat and dip into a theatrical bow. Replacing his headwear, he flashed a luminous smile.

"Oh my!" Eliza yelped, her undead heart leaping in her ribcage. "And who might this gentleman with the shoddy suit be?"

He visibly recoiled "U-Urk! Shoddy...?!"

Gidel waved his arms at him encouragingly, his loose sleeves flopping around like rabbit ears. Fellow made to clear his throat, rebounding.

"As it just so happens, I'm a traveling performer. I couldn't help but notice there was a big shindig going on, so I thought to invite myself in and see what all the hubbub was about!" He indicated a few of Eliza's servants. "Come to find out a princess is lookin' to get hitched! What a momentous occasion!"

He and Gidel shared in a round of applause. The servant ghosts exchanged confused looks, but awkwardly joined in clapping.

"Yes, that's right." Eliza gestured to a panic-stricken Idia. His expression was frozen in terror. "As you can see, I have already found my destined husband."

"Well, that won't do! It won't do at all."

"And why is that?"

Without missing a beat, Fellow cupped Eliza's cold hands in his own. "Because I should like to throw my hat in the ring to earn your hand, fair maiden!"

"WHAAAAT!?" The shriek came from Idia, who had been roused from his state of shock. "Sorry, did I already die and reincarnate into a scene straight out of a crappy, low-effort dating sim from 20 years ago?!"

"My dear, sweet Idia-sama!" Eliza cooed sympathetically. Her eyes were shiny and wet with tears. "Are you worried this raggamuffin will steal your beloved bride away? Have no fear, it'll be a challenge to match you." She turned to Fellow and folded her arms. "So? What is it that you have to offer?"

"I'm a free spirit, you see! No baggage to my name. Choose me, and you'll be free as a songbird." Fellow gestured to the open air. With the flick of his wrist, he spun his cane--a subtle deception, infusing the venue with a faint magical shimmer. "I can show you the world in all of its shining, shimmering splendor!"

The Ghost Bride's disinterested expression glazed over. "Oooh...!! That does sound rather romantic. Oh, the trot the globe with my beloved! And now that I get a closer look at you, my, you're quite handsome yourself despite your shoddy suit."

"C-Could you please not bring up my suit again?!" Fellow groaned. "But yes, I guarantee you that you won't regret a partnership with me. Life will be full of laughter and fun with Fellow Honest-sama at your side!"

He extended a hand to her and winked. (Idia's spirit almost cringed right out of his body.)

"Waaah, how dashing!!" Eliza's lashes fluttered. She giggles as if drunk on the sight of him, then nearly toppled over mid-swoon.

"I-Is she seriously falling for this?!" Idia sputtered in disbelief. "A-Am I saved at last?! Wait, but should I be this happy that I got dropped like a stale piece of toast on the sidewalk?!"

Keheheh, that's right. Just like putty in my hands, Fellow sneered to himself. My unique magic really comes in handy for things like this! Now for the finishing blow...!

"... By the way, how much do you make? It's a lot, right? Gotta be, since you're a princess and all."

"Eh?" Eliza's face immediately fell.

"Er..." He gulped, instantly realizing his mistake. "What I meant was--"

"REJECTED!!"

SMACK!!

"Yee-OUCH!!" Fellow skidded across the floor, clenching his swollen cheek. A harsh handprint had been left upon it, blooming bright red.

Gidel worriedly rushed to him. The boy helped prop Fellow up--he was yowling in pain, but his limbs were locked up, refusing to budge.

"What an unreliable man!" Eliza angrily huffed. "You weren't looking for love at all, just someone to leech resources off of! A man like that can't possibly be trusted."

She floated over to Idia and threw herself around him. "You're definitely the only one for me in this life, Idia-sama!!"

"G-Gweh?!" He choked on air, fear clawing at his throat once more. "W-Won't someone save me from this living hell?!?!?!"

[idanceuntilidie]

Honestly I have no idea if this is good but it sat so long in my docs... Anyway enjoy and Im gonna take a shower :3 gn reader x yandere catboy warnings: mentiones of yandere behaviour and murder

„My little piece of heaven”

Your fingers gracefully typed the document that you have worked on for a good few weeks smiling proudly. The end of this horrible work is so near, the victory sweet on your tongue.

A loud crash followed by “waaah! y/n!” pulled you out of your thoughts. You cringed at the sound of glass shattering, the painful noise sending shivers down your spine. You exhaled deeply, collecting your thoughts and rethinking your life choices. Hoisting yourself up from the couch you walk to the kitchen to see what had been broken. AGAIN. You liked living alone, at first. After a few months it got really tiring, your head was too loud, music and TV didn’t help much, of course you did hang out with your friends but you always ended up being so tired by the end of the meeting. They even rarely visited you. You were slowly getting sick of yourself, so like a rational adult you decided to go to the therapist to see how you can get better. He gave you some pills, and you two agreed to meet every few weeks. Your head was much quieter but then you just felt lonely.

This time you turned to your friends, and one of them, Ana, said that it would be a good idea to adopt a hybrid. You weren’t confident that it was such a good idea but gave in. You always liked cats, so adopting a cat hybrid was your goal.

You were met with a pair of big glossed over green eyes in the kitchen and you sigh. Carefully you crouch next to the broken cup and the boy. You still can’t believe you both are the same age, he is much smaller and sometimes acts like a baby. “Y/NNNNNN what took you so long?” he whimpered, wiping the tears that had stained his cheeks. They were rosy red, just like his nose and the area around his eyes. You could tell he was crying for some time. You felt guilt boiling in your stomach, so you started to clean the mess he made.

That’s when you noticed the blood.

Cursing under your breath you look at him again, just to see him clutching one of his hands tightly. The crimson liquid seeping into the pretty beige and pink sweater of his. Slowly turning it red. The sight and smell of blood makes you dizzy, but you still ask for him to show his hand to you. He does it almost immediately, eyes filling with tears and lips quivering.

“Oh Gosh Amaris, you are hurt! Why didn’t you say so earlier?” “Wah! I am so sorry Y/N, I didn’t want to worry you even more..” you wiped the tears that were now again streaming down his cheeks. Amaris visibly relaxed when your hand made contact with his skin.

You found Amaris on the street, he was weak,, cold and beat up. You took him in and took great care of him. You two made a deal that when he gets better he will go, look at you guys now. He never left, so you could say you adopted a hybrid. He wasn’t the strongest or the biggest but he was really sweet. You can’t help but wonder how in the world he survived on the streets.

You help him clean the wounds. 

He couldn’t really stomach the sight of blood all that well so you tried your best to tell him stories or talk with him in general which helped a lot.

He smiled and giggled, cheeks dusting with p

There was a part of you that missed being alone, but it was nice to have some company.

“The fuck you mean you couldn’t kill em?!”

Amaris hissed. 

There was a panicked muffle on the other side, someone desperately tried to explain themselves.

“Shut the fuck up, what do I even pay you for you useless bag of meat?”

He groans circling around the room. How can people that he himself hired be so utterly useless? The floorboards creaked under his weight, and he froze. Nothing. He went back to circling. Well, nothing if you don’t count the desperate crying on the phone, which slowly but surely starts to get on his nerves. 

“If you won’t get rid of them until dawn you can say bye bye to your family.”

He hung up, his hands gripping the phone, breaking it in half and throwing it out of the balcony. The echo of it crashing Getting rid of the evidence, it is important, he doesn't care about the cops but you. God knows what would happen if you found out his little secret. His little mate needs to stay as dumb and obedient like always. Amaris walked back into your shared apartment, straight to your bedroom. He didn’t need the light  to see your sleeping form. You looked adorable like always, he crouched next to your bed. Adorable. He liked watching you when you slept, when he stared at you for longer he could catch what he was missing during the day. The color of your lips, your pretty little eyelashes. The moles on your body and face. Little scars he made, or you got by accident. He also likes to kiss those, the excitement that you could wake up and see what he is doing spurring him on in his actions. There is no fun without risk.

Amaris smiled at you, his little piece of heaven. Only his forever and ever.

[florang]

No one is happy in here

Miss Battle-Axe's grouping is so bad that everyone in it is screaming.

Horrid Henry "I HATE HER (Ralph...)"

Clever Clare "I HATE HIM (Brian...)"

Weepy William "WAAAH ANDREW"

Beefy Bert is just there.

(from Horrid Henry's School Project)

[moonferry]

u ever see someone make amazing fanart of ur fav character and then u realize . they've only made maybe like 2-3 pieces of them total ...

or their main focus is a completely different character.. / they draw them very rarely

but you like their art anywya bc it's good art, but it wasn't who u were looking for and u just sit like

bc who knows when they'll draw ur fav character again..

WAAAH. i miss sam... sam art drought... nobody draws him it seems 😞 . or if they do, it's never by himself and AUAGAG.

i suppose i could draw more myself but U Know

anywya um if u guys see good sam fanart pls send it my way . i miss my husband

[loveephia]

kita shinsuke turns into a toddler.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting, cavity-giving, super sweet fluff, reader takes care of toddler kita, toddler!kita has the roundest cheeks ever, and the silliest bangs to exist, toddler!kita has a crush on you, just an innocent and wholesome piece overall.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: i got absolutely demolished with the biggest wave of baby fever, so enjoy!!! :3

poof!

you look down and see a toddler, dressed in an oversized inarizaki uniform that looks oddly like kita shinsuke.

..wait.

"k- kita?!" you exclaim, the panic evident in your shaky voice. you crouch down, looking around the empty hallway to see if anyone else just saw what has happened. the child stares up at you, quiet. he rubs one eye and yawns drowsily.

"who.. are you?" kita asks. "i- i'm y/n l/n! remember? the vice president of the student council? i work right under you b- because you're the president!" you answer.

kita blinks his chocolate doe-like eyes at you.

"grandma yumi told me not to talk to strangers." kita turns on his heel, "goodbye." n- now hold on!

you scoop kita up in your arms before running off to the student council office, "no way! if anyone in inarizaki sees what has happened to you, they're going to freak out!"

kita only holds onto you, gripping his tiny hands onto your uniform. "p- please slow down, miss l/n. i'm a bit scared." he stutters.

ack! my heart!

"o- okay.." you do as he says, trying desperately to quickly find the door that leads to the student council office. he hides his face in the crook of your neck. squish. he rested one fluffy cheek on your shoulder.

"oh my gosh, oh my gosh! so cute, so cute!" you thought, covering your mouth with one palm.

you kicked the office door down before gently placing kita on the couch. you closed the door shut and sighed heavily. what is this bizarre situation?!

"you're going to stay here until you turn back to normal, okay?" you said, tone firm. kita hesitates, but he nods anyway, not fully understanding what you meant. you mutter a small, "good." at his obedience.

"miss l/n, please don't leave me." he says politely, fidgeting with his fingers. "i'm scared of being by myself."

he's so adorable!

"o- of course.." you plopped down next to him on the couch, sitting in silence.

you glance over at kita, who seems to be staring at the office table with nothing but bond paper on it. you then notice the prominent shape of his cheeks. white, round, and smooth. huh.. kind of like a bao.

you poke one out of the curiosity of your own heart, and you were satisfied, to say the least. "waaah! they're so soft!"

attack worked! you have confused the enemy! (kita)

"miss l/n, can i draw?" he asks, sheepishly fiddling with his own fingers. "oh, right.. since kita is basically a child now, he'll probably want to do something with whatever creativity his brain can muster up." you thought to yourself. "yes, sure!" you pick kita up and place him on one of the office chairs close to the table before trying to find a box of crayons and a pencil for him to use.

once you found them, you handed them to kita, even giving him a sheet of bond paper from earlier.

kita gets to work, and you sigh, sinking back into the office couch. it's a good thing that kita wasn't a very high maintenance child, so you didn't have to worry too much.

"achoo!.." kita sneezed. you pulled a clean and pastel handkerchief from your pocket and let kita blow his nose into it. "are you okay now?" you asked, and kita nods.

you take a peek at what kita was drawing, and it's of you and him, holding hands. it looks like he wasn't finished yet from the way that there wasn't any colors.

i seriously want to cry. how much cuter can he get?!

time skip.

kita finally turns back to normal after a long day of caring for him, and a part of your heart cracks. no more baby president..

"oh, l/n. do you have the papers i asked for?" kita asks, voice mature, dropping the miss. you nod gloomily. "yes, hold on." you check under your own office desk, and there they are. you hand them to kita, as he mumbles a small, "thank you."

you stare at his cheeks,

before planting a kiss on one.

kita's face was lit aflame, and he's looking at you, dumbfounded at the sudden action. you can tell that he's trying to keep it together, with his wide eyes and all. "i have to go home now. see you tomorrow, president." you excused yourself before leaving the office.

kita just stands there. what.. just.. happened?

once the office door was shut, you smile to yourself giddily, before burying your face in the palm of your hands. "his cheeks are still as fluffy as ever!" you mentally cheered.

you were able to take the drawing that kita did, colored and all. best believe you're going to hang it up on your wall like a trophy.

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[daily-hanamura]

Love your analysis of Yosuke’s character, it’s so detailed and fun to read! I’m kinda curious, what are your thoughts on his characterization in the fighting and dancing games?

Waaah thank you so much!! I'm glad you enjoyed them 💖

Oooh I actually LOVE his characterisation in p4d and p4au, probably because I think it brought out all my favourite parts of Yosuke and it really felt like Yosuke had matured a lot compared to his first appearance.

In P4A/U for example we see a lot of thoughts from other characters, and I really love that it's revealed how the others - not just Yu, but also Yukiko and Chie - rely on Yosuke a lot for emotional support, as the morale booster of the team, for direction when they don't know what to do, as the glue that keeps the group together, and it's so fantastic because it's so unlike how Yosuke sees himself. A lot of Yosuke's POV also reveals how much overthinking he does and how, despite his empathy in noticing when others are frustrated or worried, he feels like he doesn't do a very good job at cheering them up, even though when we look at their POVs we see that he did!! Both Yukiko and Chie call him up when they were worried about their friends going missing BECAUSE they feel better from talking to him!! Sorry but this particular factoid, this specific gap, sits in my head like a spitroast being rotated all the time because I cannot get over it. But he's trying though - we can see his motivations for the things that he says and how he tries to lighten the mood and yeah. It's great. I went into P4AU thinking it was going to be whatever but let me just say that was the game that triggered my single-minded obsession about Yosuke and the reason why this blog exists LOL like I was very much souyo and yosuke-brained aftert P4G but oh boy. P4AU tipped me over from obsessed to building this damn shrine for him :'D

He always laughs deprecatingly at himself even in the post p4g games, like in P4D - when he dances well he has a line that's like, "not such a disappointment after all" and it, again, really shows how he has such a poor perception of himself that he doesn't see his own good points, like the fact that he held out the second longest during their dance training, losing only to Rise, as pointed out by Yu. He's naturally talented and keeps up well with everyone elses dance style, but he doesn't really notice that either? Also a side thing I find hilarious/cute/endearing in P4D is also how Kanji exposes Yosuke's idol-loving-hours and Yosuke gets extremely embarrassed about it, because at his heart Yosuke does still like that kind of (somewhat) superficial thing, but he doesn't want people to know! It's a stark contrast to how he was earlier in P4G where he's more open about checking out girls (again, the whole "is this overcompensation" vs "is this a product of bro culture from his childhood friends" is a conversation that we can have) but it's a reflection of how that kind of talk tapers out a lot as the game progresses, and P4D was really consistent with the kind of growth that P4G gave Yosuke, instead of reducing him into that best-bro-friend stereotype, and for a game that was actually so short in narrative substance compared to P4AU, it was great. (I'm also convinced that P4D was trying to tell us Yosuke and Yu were dating but I'm not going to start on that again LOL)

And I think ultimately the reason why I feel like P4AU and P4D showcased a lot of growth for Yosuke is in his relationships with other people, because as much as Yosuke worries about how he's remained static, I think the fact that the others treat him with such respect (like when the first years and Teddie acknowledge that Yosuke is basically the team wrangler, and the difference between Yosuke at the start of P4G/in Magician compared to P4AU/D was someone who had become a lot more receptive about forming genuine relationships with other people instead of just protecting himself by surrounding himself with superficial relationships and yeah. yeah.