PSPSPSP BRO WANNA SEE MY THRONE OF GLASS AU WIP?

pSPSPSP BRO WANNA SEE MY THRONE OF GLASS AU WIP?

HELL YE BRO SORRY I DIDN’T ANSWER LAST NIGHT I WAS KNOCKED TF OUT LMAOOO

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57. Sacrifice in My 100 Theme Fanfiction Challenge

(I know it’s not really sacrifice but I tried - been having writer’s block lately, so send me some ideas! Also shoutout to @writing-central for the Dialogue Prompt that I used in this writing :))

Kyoya always knew deep down inside that he was in love. Not that he’d ever tell anyone though. Love was just a chemical reaction, after all. If he stopped thinking about it, perhaps it would go away.

But it didn’t.

It didn’t help that the person of his infatuation was always at the host club. He always offered to set her up with another host, one who was more willing to talk to her and dote on her, since he was so busy with the financial part of the business. But she’d just smile and shake her head.

“I know you don’t want to be alone, even if you say that, Kyoya.” She would say to him. And Kyoya would look at his books, pretending to be busy doing calculations and whatnot, but inside he’d be over the moon that she didn’t want someone else.

“I have the most brilliant idea! More than brilliant! Genius! It’s wonderful!” Tamaki exclaimed to his best friend one day. “We’ll go on a trip to the museum and take a look at all the fine art around us! Maybe their beauty will inspire us to be even more beautiful for our customers!”

“Mhm,” Kyoya responded, tapping his pen on his book as he attempted to concentrate.

“What do you think, Kyoya? Shall we go? I think it’d be a great opportunity for me to teach Haruhi all about beauty! She’s a natural, I know, but maybe if she sees the way the great artists protray women, it’ll bring out her feminine natures too!”

“Whatever…”

“I was thinking we might bring along (Y/N) as well!”

Kyoya looked up at the mention of her, suddenly thinking about the way she smiled at him. “Why, if I may ask? Do you plan on bringing all the guests?”

“No, just (Y/N). She and Haruhi get along quite well so maybe she can also help with my plan to make Haruhi more like a girl again!” Tamaki grinned, shaking with excitement. “Do you like my plan, Kyoya? I think we should do it! Maybe tomorrow! Invite (Y/N) when she comes to the club today, alright? This is going to be the best trip ever!” The King’s voice trailed off as Kyoya’s thoughts drifted. All he could think about was (Y/N).

“The museum?” (Y/N) blinked, surprised. “Is it a Host Club event?”

“Not in the slightest. Tamaki wants to show off the arts’ beauty. He’d like you to come along.”

“He wants me to come?” (Y/N) asked, a smirk growing at her lips. “Well if Tamaki wants me to come along, he should’ve invited me himself. It could’ve been a date.”

Kyoya paused from his work, looking up at his guest. “Would you like me to inform him that he has an admirer?” He asked, his tone serious but (Y/N) could see the teasing glint in his eyes.

“Well you might as well. After all, Tamaki is the most popular host here.” (Y/N) laughed, taking the moment to glance at the blond host as he made some girl squeal over the sweet nothings he whispered in her ear. 

“If it makes any difference, I think Tamaki will be spending most of his time at the museum trying to teach Haruhi about the art. You might not get any alone time with him, if that’s what you’re looking for.” Kyoya leaned forward on the table towards her, leaning his chin on his folded hands and grinning cheekily at her.

(Y/N) laughed, brushing her hair from her face. “Darn, missed my shot then. Guess I’ll have to spend some time with some other host then. Think Mori-senpai would enjoy my company?” She asked, batting her eyelashes at her intellectual competitor in front of her.

Kyoya’s eyes narrowed and his smile broadened, allowing himself a chuckle. “Perhaps. If it’s not too forward, however, I was hoping we could spend time together at the museum.”

His voice said calm. His heart said not. It was racing so fast, he was sure it was moving his uniform. The thought of (Y/N) being able to see how flustered he was getting made it all the more nerve-racking. 

Why wasn’t she saying anything? Why was she just giving him that cute smile? Could she not do that right now? Here he was, putting all these feelings out on the line for her. Sacrificing his dignity, his reputation, everything! And all she could do was smile?

“Sure,” (Y/N) finally responded, giggling as she saw the nervousness seeping through Kyoya’s usually cool demeanour.

“What’s so funny?” Kyoya asked, allowing himself to calm down in the face of victory.

“Youuuuu caaaaaare about meee.” She snickered, teasing him with a sing-songy tune to her words.

“If by ‘care’ you mean that I’d rather not see you die a horrifying death, then I guess I do care. But I consider it a human decency.” Kyoya’s reply was short and simple, but he couldn’t help but allow his lips to turn into a small smile.

“You don’t have human deceny!” (Y/N) laughed, smiling with him. “So, in conclusion, you care about me!” The girl’s smile grew and she got up to grab herself a treat before Honey finished them all.

Kyoya watched her interact with his friends, he watched her walk in the room, her every step interesting for him for who knows what reason.

“Kyoya-senpai?” 

The dark-haired boy glanced over, noticing Haruhi sitting on a nearby sofa. She had been entertaining guests, but probably evesdropping as well, Kyoya assumed.

“Hm?”

“You do care for (Y/N), don’t you? More than just your normal caring about guests.” Haruhi’s words sounded more like a statement than a question, and Kyoya felt his lips turn more into a smile, even though his secret had just been brought to light.

“I suppose…I do.” 

Kyoya turned back to his notebook, not allowed Haruhi to see the smile on his face. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to open himself up to (Y/N) more often…after all, if this was the feeling he got when he sacrificed his reputation in that moment…maybe he’d do it more often.

dating kuroo tetsuro headcanons <3

LITERALLY LOVE HIM SM (him and aren kuboyasu are tied for my fave anime boys)

he’s such a dork and i need a girl version of him pls i’m so hashtag lonely.

gn! reader. CW: me cursing a few times lmao

okay we are doing CANON KUROO AND NOT FANON BC FANON HIM IS SO BAD LIKE TF :|

in my mind, i think kuroo would start to like you/fall in love with you once he gets close to you and builds a bond with you

prior to dating, he’d put science puns and jokes in your notes and books to make you laugh

if you understand them and are also a massive nerd (not an insult bc i am too 💀) you’d tell him some too and his heart would beat sO FAST

teases from yaku: “just marry them already”

but once you guys date HE’S SUCH A SLY BITCH BUT HE’S SUCH A GREAT PARTNER

he’s a snake (not daishou) sometimes but all the teasing is just for fun

HE LOVESSSS STUDY DATES

whether you need his help to understand a hard concept, or you’re just working in each other’s presence with snacks, and comfortable silence, he’s in for it.

bragging about you to daishou

them having s/o bragging/competing sessions

you and mika chan are just there like 😀😀 bc you guys get along so well despite their rivalry LMAOOO

he loves to take care of you. like if he goes out on his morning run and you’re still asleep when he comes back he’ll make you guys breakfast

CORNY ASS PICKUP LINESSSS they’re so bad they make you laugh so he just keeps saying them

he calls you honey, love, babe, SHAWTY BC ITS FUNNY AHAHAHHA

yamamoto being so jealous kuroo has a HOT AND AWESOME s/o literally crying

hanging out with kenma a lot. he doesn’t think you’re overwhelming and thinks you’re good for kuroo so he warms up to you and you guys get along really well.

standing there like 🧍🏻with akaashi when bokuto and him get into their shenanigans

ALL THE THIRD YEARS/HIS FRIENDS WONDERING HOW HE PULLED YOU

“who knew he’d be able to get someone like them”

“damn what poor soul fell for you”

“I DIDN’T KNOW YOU HAD IT IN YOU”

cue kuroo literally walking away from all the teasing

omg tickle fights with him that’s so cute pls

he calls you his/the team’s lucky charm

every time they score a point he finds you in the stands and smiles at you

FOREHEAD AND HAND KISSES PLSSSS

i think he’s a hopeless romantic so he’ll do the mushiest gushiest stuff with you

like coffee shop dates, kissing in the rain, and all the other cliches

he lovesssss when you play with his hair

even tho he likes taking care of you, you have to take care if him from time to time bc WE DON’T WANT OUR ROOSTER TO OVERWORK HIMSELF DO WE

he’s captain and in college courses so he has to keep up. but sometimes he forgets to take a break and you need to stop him by literally pulling him away.

the looks he gives you are filled with so much love. his smile, his eyes, his blushy cheeks. he’s head over heels for you dear and he certainly shows it.

I IMAGINE HE HAS SCHOOL GLASSES LIKE FOR HOMEWORK OR READING AND HE LOOKS SO FINE WITH THEM.

you’ll steal them when he’s using them from time to time and he’ll be like babe really-

on rest and lazy days he loves staying in bed and cuddling you. it can be silent or you guys can watch a movie it doesn’t matter.

playing with his face- i feel like he’d have a squishy face and you like to poke his cheeks.

he likes holding your face in his hands 🥺

when he walks you home he intertwines your hands together and swings them while you tell him about your day.

if he sees you in the halls at school or through classroom door windows, he’ll smile and give you a wink.

even tho he may seem really confident in his flirts and actions, that doesn’t mean his heart beats 50 miles a second every time he does them

no matter how long you guys are together, you’ll always make him trip over his words or make him blush furiously at times

still flusters you back bc he sucks (jk <3)

loves when you nuzzle into his neck when cuddling 🥰

dancing in the kitchen late at night

stargazing 😩

AND LITERALLY SM MORE CHEESY SHIT. WHEN PUSH COMES TO SHOVE HE’LL LITERALLY TREAT YOU SO RIGHT AND WE LOVE OUR NEKOMA CAPTAIN.

nekoma masterlist

THIS IS SO CUTE 🥺🥺

I’m not sure if you’re accepting requests, but if you are, headcannons for the Part 3 boys with a s/o who constantly needs sleep, can fall asleep practically anywhere and isn’t shy from using their lover as a pillow?

part 3 boys,,,, unsure if that also means old joseph, but i mean! i might as well include him.

Jotaro Kujo

the first time you feel asleep on him was in the car. you had your head on his shoulder and you were snoring slightly, and it took everything in his power not to take a picture. he also tried his hardest not to move, not to make a single sound not to wake you. 

(he made star platinum grab one of joseph’s cameras and snapped a pic, he keeps it in his wallet.)

Noriaki Kakyoin 

after a long day of travelling in the desert, the group finally decided it would be best to just set up camp where they were, and not try to find a hotel. didn’t matter much, except for the fact that kakyoin was the first one to keep watch. so you did what any normal person would do, you sat in his lap, pressed your face in his neck, and fell asleep. 

he smiled, hearing your soft breath, and rubbed your back, looking around to make sure no enemies even came close to you. 

Jean-Pierre Polnareff 

you fell asleep on the tiddy, didn’t you? of fucking course you did. the group had decided on spending some time in the city before moving to the next, and you had asked jean if he was willing to just lay down with you. he of course said yes, and when you got back to the hotel room, you put him on the bed, put yourself in between his legs and rested your face into his chest. 

you promptly fell fast asleep, leaving your poor boyfriend flustered, and very very confused.

Muhammad Avdol

Avdol knew that you were practically always tired, and whenever the crusaders stopped to rest, he offered to curl you up in his cloak, and hold you in his lap. you would rest against his chest as he looked down at your soft features. he would rub soft circles in your back, rocking you slightly. 

and if he saw you shiver, you bet yo ass magician’s red is comin out to make you warm. 

Joseph Joestar

this man would let you fall asleep on him, and then carry you to wherever if the group needed to leave. he always knew you were going to pass out when you’d press close to him, settle your head on his shoulder and wrap an arm around his torso. it was the cutest fucking thing, and he has many many pictures of it. 

Joseph would more than likely pick you up and get you somewhere so you can sleep more comfortably, preferably a place where he can sleep, too. 

im so thankful for bread and what its done for us as a society. u can put so many things on it. u can toast it. u can dip it in soup. where would we be without you bread. in a bad fucking place let me tell you

im on my period and im getting way too emotional over this wtf this is so cute 🥺🥺

[7:42 AM]— SAKUSA KIYOOMI

“Daddy, today at school, I get to be the line leader,” Kiyoomi’s daughter babbled happily. Line leader was important business, and she took her job quite seriously. Humming, he separated her tight curls— ones that look strikingly similar to his— down the middle, parting them for her signature pigtails.

“Is that so, butterfly?” She was his little butterfly. Kiyoomi had never seen so many butterfly themed things in his life, not until his daughter came along, two purple butterfly clips in her hair always, a room painted with them all over her wall, her folders and notebooks littered with stickers. But if she likes them, he’d keep buying them.

“Mhm! And guess what? Tomorrow, the butterflies my teacher grew in her classroom are gonna be big enough to set free! ‘M gonna see them fly, daddy!” He chuckled at her excitement. Sometimes, he wondered when the day he’d have to set his own little butterfly free would come, watching her fly away as she discovered the world on her own. The thought made his heart squeeze, and Kiyoomi was reminded how fast things really changed, how quick time really passed, and how big his daughter had truly gotten.

He remembers changing her into her cute pink pajamas, tickling her tummy before bed time, smiling at her as she giggled. She couldn’t talk back then, so he did most of the talking. He’d tell her about his day, how practice had run a bit extra, how you’d be home soon from the grocery store, how he hopes you’ll bring sweets back, how his car was making that funny noise again. And then, with a bright smile and a crinkled eyes, he’d sit in his little white chair, set up right next to her crib, and he’d rock her back and forth. Putting her to sleep was his favorite activity. He always stole turns from you, always played dirty if it meant he’d get to watch her eyes slowly close shut, body curling up against his chest.

But then, in the blink of an eye, the crib was gone, and the white chair was moved to the attic, and now she had a small bed with bright pink sheets. No more putting her to sleep with gentle humming. Now, bedtime consisted of story time, and Kiyoomi always had to tell himself that this time for real, he’d only stick to one. But he never did, she was too good at pleading, and her face was too good for the world to be pouting like that— much like yours— so he gave her two stories.

Now she was old enough to read the books by herself, she didn’t need him to read them to her anymore, didn’t get to giggle at his silly voices, didn’t look over his arm at the pictures, pointing out her favorite details. Now she sat and read them by herself.

But she still needed him. Kiyoomi was a master of putting butterfly clips in her pigtails, he was very proud of his abilities— she didn’t like the way you did them as much. He was going to drag this one out for as long as he could, the butterfly clips would come to an end soon too, and he had grown quite fond of this little routine.

“Well, won’t you miss them when they’re gone?” She pondered his question for a moment before shaking her head.

“No, we’re getting ladybugs next!” With a soft smile, he leaned down, kissing the top of her head gently. Spinning her around to face him on his lap, he pinched her nose gently, making her giggle. “Daddy, wanna match with me?”

“Match how?” She gave him a bright grin, reaching for her extra clips.

“Wanna wear butterflies with me? You’ll be pretty during practice,” she offered him. He didn’t have it in him too say no. Soon, she’d be forgetting all about her precious butterfly clips, and Kiyoomi would be left the task of disposing of them, just like he did with the pink pajamas, and the white chair, and the books she didn’t read anymore. This, he thought, he’d indulge in for as long as he could drag it out.

“Sure, butterfly. Let’s match.” With a happy squeal, she got to work, tongue sticking out as she grabbed a tiny fistful of his hair, tugging a bit too roughly as she twisted the clips over them, but he didn’t say anything. He was too busy watching her eyes glow.

All too quickly, she was done, staring at her handy work with pride.

“I’m done! You look pretty, daddy!”

“As pretty as you?” She shook her head.

“No, I’m prettier.” Chuckling, he kissed her nose, making her scrunch it the way you always did.

“You’re right, you’re the prettiest. I love you, butterfly.”

“I love you too,” she said instantly.

You watched from the doorway, heart bursting from the seams, a soft smile tugging on your lips. Fatherhood looked good on Kiyoomi, you thought, and even if his little butterfly would grow up some day, his love would stay the same.

@m0iw i finally finished it LMAO thanks for brain rotting with me about kiyoomi and his butterfly clips bby