An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: LazyTown, Where in the World Is Carmen Sandiego?
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Glanni Glæpur, Sean Altman, Barry Carl, Scott Leonard, Elliott Kerman, RoboCrook (Carmen Sandiego), Carmen Sandiego, Vic the Slick (Carmen Sandiego), Robbie Rotten
Additional Tags: not tagging any relationships at first, first chapter doesn't have any relationships lol, will add ships as they come, Crossover, Fae Glanni Glæpur, Robbie and Glanni are brothers
Summary:
ACME CrimeNet comes to LazyTown after rumors that Carmen Sandiego and her crew are hiding out there. Along the way they meet new friends, new foes, and kindle new loves.
//so y’all know how i said a little while ago tht i wanted to write a rosemary fic?
i wrote the first chapter of said fic
it’s some sort of mix between a winter holiday fic (in the middle of summer i know jkfldjfkla) and a coffee shop au. kind of.
uh i doubt my characterization of either of them is perfect and neither is my writing but here’s the first chapter tht i’m still not sure whether or not i want to post anywhere else fjdkaf
The winter air is crisp and very dry, you find as you breathe in too much too quickly. Your resulting cough causes a faint cloud of warm air to blow out of your mouth and leaves your throat feeling a little raw. Great. You pull your dark purple scarf up just slightly to cover your mouth and nose to prevent another coughing fit.
You finish lugging your suitcase down the last of the steps, perhaps taking longer than the bus driver seemed to have patience for, because as soon as the suitcase's wheels touch the sidewalk below, the doors snap shut behind you and the bus takes off without another second to waste. You'd felt your phone vibrate as you were exiting the bus, so you fish it out of your coat pocket once you've got your bearings to find a message from your cousin, Roxy.
TG: hey cuz howzit goin
TT: Fine, I just got off the bus.
TT: The weather nearly killed me, however.
TG: looool ofc it would
TG: so ur almost here?
TT: Yes. It should be a fifteen minute walk from the bus stop, at most.
TT: Though, I think I may get a coffee first. It's awfully cold.
TT: So add about another ten minutes to my estimated time of arrival.
TG: wow ur rlly just gonna make us wait even LONGER 4 u like tht huh
TT: So sorry to put you out.
TT: It's not as if we just saw each other last weekend; surely, it's been far longer.
TG: yes xactly LAST WEEKEND
TG: its been AGES rosey
TG: AGES
TT: Time is of the essence, then.
TT: I suppose I'll make my coffee trip as speedy as possible.
TG: good lmao
TG: see u soon luv u <3
TT: Love you, too.
Oh, what would you do without your dear cousin? You smile to yourself at her antics, and stuff your phone back into your pocket. She's trying to lighten your mood, you know, and you suppose it worked. She does always know just what to say to make you laugh.
Taking hold of your suitcase once again, you roll it along behind you as you make your way down the block, in search of the nearest coffee shop so that you may get home to your anxiously awaiting aunt and cousin, post haste.
It's crowded inside the shop, but despite that, the line is quite short. You assume that many of the people in here only came to escape the weather, and you honestly can't blame them. It seems to have gotten much colder than when you first got off the bus, and you now sorely regret leaving your gloves in your suitcase.
It isn't long before you're standing at the counter, and are greeted by the barista.
"Hello," she gives you a warm smile that seems to physically melt the cold of the outdoors from your body. "What can I get for you today?"
Her warm smile turns somewhat wry as you stumble through your order of a medium vanilla latte, certain that the tips of your ears have gone pink and hoping she assumes it's just from the weather. A perfectly manicured eyebrow raises just slightly when she has to ask you for your name twice because you got lost in her dark brown eyes. You pay, and she tells you that your order will be ready soon.
"Thank you-" you glance down at her name tag for just a moment, "-Kanaya."
Like many customer service workers, she seems caught off-guard by your use of her name, and you walk away feeling as if you've regained at least some of your murdered dignity.
When Kanaya calls your name to pick up your coffee, she hands it to you with a sly smirk. "Do take care, Rose," she says with a quick glance down at your coffee before you leave. "It's awfully cold out."
When you exit the coffee shop, you look down at your coffee. Huffing a laugh, you wonder if she'd poisoned it. You stop short in your laughter when you move your thumb to find, written in sharpie on the side, a phone number, followed by a comment that says, "You Need Fashion Advice - Kanaya."
You whip your head back around to look at her through the window, and she's watching you from the counter, still wearing that smirk. You pointedly take a long sip of your coffee while maintaining eye contact with her, and then briskly walk away, suitcase still in tow. You do have somewhere to be, after all.
However, you do walk with a newfound spring in your step, and when you finally get home to greet your family, you're feeling just a little better about this holiday season than you were before.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/6
Fandom: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Twelfth Doctor & Clara Oswin Oswald, Twelfth Doctor/Clara Oswin Oswald
Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Clara Oswin Oswald
Additional Tags: whouffaldi, whouffaldi fanfiction countdown, Drunken Shenanigans, drunk whouffaldi
Summary: A collection of six prompts for Tumblr's Whouffaldi Fanfiction Countdown to prepare to Series 9 of Doctor Who and all its canon-shipping goodness.
Word Count: 1,521
Hey look everybody I did a thing. (also this is the-old-man-has-the-phonebox on my personal btw)
Summary: A semi au where Yuto and Yugo are captured by Academia and are forced to do battle to “train”/break their dragons.
Authors: darkrebellionyuto bananacycleduelist
pairing: collisionshipping (Yuto/Yugo)
warnings: nsfw later on and blood mentions as well as torture and abuse
The collar around his neck tightened as they dragged him roughly forward with a vicious tug of his leash, but the blindfold they wrapped around his eyes meant he couldn’t see where he was going and he stumbled against the stone tiles. The cold air smelled damp and musty, like he was somewhere deep underground.
Then there was a loud creak and he was hit by a small gust of air, carrying along with it the stench of dried blood. A door had been opened and he was dragged through it. Before he could react, someone had loosened the shackles binding his arms behind his back and the leather blindfold was yanked off his face roughly and light flooded his eyes.
Yuto blinked in the blinding light and focused on his surroundings. There was a caged fighting ring before him and in it was already a person but he didn’t look too closely, not yet.
“Listen up scum, you’re going to go quietly into the ring unassisted. If not, well, you already felt the effects of the collar around your neck” one of Yuto’s captors growled.
Yuto winced and rubbed at his neck. He had fought being taken here and had received a nasty zap in the process. As he headed to the door of the cage, one of his captors banged on the bars to capture the other’s attention. “Hey Yuugou! your opponent is here. Now remember what you’ve been told. The fight goes until one of you can no longer get up. If one of you dies, then so be it.” he instructed as the door was shut and locked behind Yuto. So his opponent was a pawn of fusion? So be it.
Yuto’s opponent looked young and deceptively fragile with thin limbs and tousled blue and gold hair that fell messily into his face. But when he lifted his head, his face was twisted in a vicious scowl as he glared at Yuto with hateful blue eyes. His hands clenched and unclenched and Yuto could hear his knuckles cracking loudly in the deafening quiet.
The boy let out a wordless growl, those eyes pinning him down, looking at him like he was worse than scum beneath his boot as his body thrummed with violence. “I’m gonna kill you,” he snarled and without another word, he lunged forward, clawlike hands outstretched like he was about to tear Yuto apart with his bare hands.
Yuto let out a yelp and fell backwards, having been caught off balance. Struggling under the other, he got his knees up and flipped them, rolling off of to the side and getting up into a crouch, pounced on the other teen not unlike a cat. “You’re the one who’s caused me so much misery!” he growled as they hit and scratched at each other, trying to find a weak point.
Enraged, the other boy bared and snapped his teeth at him like an animal, a wild light entering in his eyes. He let out a laugh that carried just a touch of insanity in it. “I haven’t even begun to make you suffer yet, you piece of shit,” he spat. Hooking a foot around Yuto’s leg, he unbalanced him and reversed their positions, pinning Yuto’s arms down with his weight as he brought a fist down into his cheek, hitting hard enough to make him see stars.
Yuto saw stars and shook his head, growling and struggling. Wrenching an arm free he swung at the other, landing a punch on his jaw and drew back his fist again, letting another punch fly. “What do you mean, you haven’t made me suffer yet?? You’re the one who ruined my life!” he snapped in reply. He was starting to get pissed, an intense anger starting to well up inside of him.
The fusion pawn yelped as his head snapped back and an angry bruise was already forming on his cheek but it only seemed to make him angrier. The blue almost faded from his eyes as his pupils dilated. “The hell I did!” he rasped out, blood leaking out from the side of his mouth, much to Yuto’s grim satisfaction. “You entitled little fucker. I’m going to make you pay!” With that, he drove his knee into Yuto’s gut and sent him tumbling to the ground. The boy got up shakily to his feet, but his face was filled with a murderous rage and then his entire body tensed up and he seemed to shudder with pain as he clutched at his temples.
Yuto backed away and got to his feet again, holding his gut. Seeing the fusion pawn doubled over, Yuto tried to take advantage and aimed a roundhouse kick at his head. “Make me pay? You can't even deal with a little pain!” he snapped. As he got close though, Yuto felt the rage slam into him and staggered back with a surprised sound as it made the rage in him react. “What...What the….”
Without even looking, his opponent reached out with one hand and stopped Yuto’s kick almost effortlessly, trapping his leg in an iron grip. When their gazes met, a sinister glow began to overtake the other boy’s eyes as his jaw stretched wide to let loose an almost inhuman roar, sending massive shockwaves crashing through the cage. Now that Yuto was practically right next to him, he could see his lips moving erratically, forming words.
“…des… destroy… everyTHING…!” With a wretched growl, his opponent tightened his grip on his leg and flung him right into the electrified steel bars.
Yuto slammed into the bars and let out a scream as the electricity coursed through his body. Falling to the floor, he laid there, struggling to get up and trembling. His leg buckled and he fell again before a growl came from his throat. He raised his head, his eyes glowing and he got up. “De...destroy!” he roared in reply and lunged at the other, not noticing the scientists looking a lot more interested in the fight.
The other boy met him head on, attacking in a ruthless, senseless rage. Neither of them even seemed to notice the pain anymore, shrugging off what should have been debilitating blows, only to lunge at the other again ignoring everything else be the urge to rip, to tear, and to hurt. Soon they were spotting bruises, and deep, red gashes where their fingernails had dug in had left bleeding trenches. But having been subjected to several painful shocks started to take its toll on Yuto’s body and then he made a mistake, overextending on his next attack.
Growling in triumph, the fusion pawn seized him by the throat and slammed him into the wall, holding him down as the electrical current battered his body.
Yuto screamed and thrashed in his opponent’s grip but the current and his injuries were too much. Slowly, he slipped out of consciousness, his struggles dying though his body continued to twitch and jerk from the current still flowing out of it. “Alright, Yugo that’s quite enough,” one of them called out, stopping the current of electricity. “You’ve won.”
The boy, Yugo, swayed unsteadily on his feet as the glow in his eyes flickered and died and he lost his grip on Yuto’s neck, letting his body hit the concrete with a dull thump. Gasping laboriously, he stumbled into the bars and landed heavily next to the unconscious boy, clutching at his shoulder in an attempt to stem the bleeding from when Yuto had tore out a good chunk of his skin from a particularly vicious bite.
He could barely muster up the energy to glare up at the watchers as he spat out a glob of blood. “F-Fuck you…” he growled weakly, swiping viciously at the orderly that tried to grab his arm. “I’ll make… all of you… pay….!”
The overseer shook his head in mock disappointment and flipped a switch on his dashboard. Immediately, the collar around the boy’s neck sparked to life, dragging a scream from his lips as he crumpled.
“That one never learns,” one of them commented dryly as the rest of the medical staff began to load and cuff the boys’ unconscious bodies onto separate stretchers. “Put them back into their cells.”
Yuto moaned as he was dumped into his cell, his body trembling in pain, the medical staff barely patching up his wounds, only taking care of the serious wounds. He was dreaming, his mind recalling being confronted by Academia. He remembered fighting them and running before being cornered. The soldiers had parted and a figure had faced off with him, but what puzzled him the most, was that his eyes had glowed a pink shade. Not the green tinge that his opponent had sported.
It was hours later and late at night when Yuto finally woke with a pained gasp, convulsing as the few pain meds had worn off a while ago so he was hurting badly.
With a loud groan, the doors to the prison suddenly creaked open and Yuto could hear footsteps along with something being dragged on the ground. But the room was pitch dark, save for the tiny bit of light peeking through the open door, and Yuto could barely make out anything. It was only until the guards made it past his cell that he realized that they were pulling along a body. With another rusty squeal of hinges, the cell next to his was opened and the body was dumped roughly inside, drawing what sounded like a faint whimper from Yuto’s new neighbour. The guards mostly ignored Yuto on their way out, one of them stopping briefly to sneer at him.
“Play nice now,” he said sarcastically as the door swung shut, drowning them in darkness once more.
Yuto blinked tiredly and with a small groan, pushed himself into a sit, wincing in pain. Crawling slowly to the bars separating the two cells, Yuto sat and peered into the cage, used enough to the dark to make out the very faintest shape lying in the cell. "Hey..." He had to pause and clear his throat. He was so terribly hoarse from screaming so much. "Hey, are you ok?" he asked, leaning his head against the bars. He was so desperate for conversation at the least, having been isolated for a week now.
His neighbor made a low, wounded noise like they was about to answer but descended into a series of wet coughs, like there was fluid in their lungs. Eventually the fit subsided and they drew in a deep, rattling breath, before answering in a shaky whisper of breath. Yuto could see the other shape struggle to sit up, latching onto the bars for leverage but he was still too far away for him to make out any of his features.
"Y-Yeah..." The quiet, uncertain voice belonged to a young male who sounded just as hoarse as he did. "I'm... Okay. Are you?" the other boy said, as if trying to put up a strong front but the tremor in his voice betrayed how weary and exhausted he was.
Yuto shook his head softly. “I’m not...they made me fight with someone who looked just like me for their own twisted pleasure and it hurt...a lot.” he said softly. “My name is Yuto by the way, and I've been stuck here for a week. What’s your name?” he leaned further against the bars, looking at his neighbor curiously, trying to see him better.
The other boy made an alarmed noise and sat up a little straighter, but it turned out to be a bad idea when he winced and curled up into himself, the action jarring his injuries. "You too...?" he mumbled, sounding a little lost and uncertain. "I've... I've been here for a month..." he admitted, his voice heavy with a reluctant resignation. "They were running all these tests, and... And they made me fight too. Against a bunch of their soldiers," he spat. Then he continued in a softer, more sympathetic tone, "Sorry. You know what it's like too... I'm Yugo."
“Yugo...It’s nice to meet you,” Yuto murmured though at that snarl he could have sworn he heard it before. “Do you know what they’re intending with these fights?” he asked then. “I don't see the point. It was my first fight ever and it was brutal…I got electrocuted so much...my opponent, they called him...called him yuugou actually. He kept throwing me against the cage and electrocuting me.”
Yuto’s response was met with a long, strained silence. Then without warning, the figure in the next cell over tensed and lunged at the bars separating them. “It was you?!” he shouted, grabbing onto the bars with both hands and Yuto could suddenly make out familiar eyes glaring at him in a mixture of anger and horror. Though it was too dark to tell for sure, Yuto knew they would be icy blue and insensate with rage. “So you thought it would be fucking funny, did you?! To pretend to be like me? What the hell are you playing at, you Academia bastard?!”
Yuto yelped and scrambled out of reach of the bars and stared at Yugo with wide eyes. It was him, his opponent. “I did no such thing! I’m not with Academia at all! I was captured a week ago by a boy whose eyes glowed. I mistook him for you and now I remember that his eyes glowed pink, not green, so lay off already! I’m sorry for hurting you!” he protested before doubling over as his body hurt from the sudden moving.
Yugo still looked like he was seconds from trying to claw Yuto’s eyes out but his injuries took that moment to make themselves known and he started coughing uncontrollably, sagging against the bars and looking completely drained. The boy took his hand away from his lips and they came away bloody but he seemed too exhausted to care. He tracked Yuto’s movements like a hunted animal with wary, accusing eyes. “I saw you,” he said heatedly, “I saw the way you just strolled right in there, like you were one of them!”
“I walked in without them guiding me in because they threatened that if I didn’t, they would shock me. They had already shocked me once on the way to the cage,” Yuto grumbled, crossing his arms. “In case you haven’t noticed, these collars hurt like a bitch when they’re activated.” His gaze became troubled. “Do you know what causes our eyes to glow?” he asked quietly, “It scares me.”
The boy in the other cell grew quiet too. Yuto could almost see the fight draining out of him and he was struck by how young and scared he looked when he wasn't bristling with rage. His guarded eyes were still full of mistrust but it seemed that Yuto's admission had struck a chord inside him. He reached up and fingered the metal device strapped to his own neck. Upon a closer examination, Yuto realized that it was identical to the one he wore, it should have been obvious from the start that this boy was just as much as a victim as he was.
The other boy drew in a deep, shuddering breath. "I... I don't know," he admitted, and then it was like a dam burst inside him and Yuto's once hated opponent started to cry angry, frustrated tears. "It never happened until I met him. Then I just got so angry! I wanted to burn everything down. And I couldn't stop it..." He wiped futilely at his face but only succeeded in smearing around the blood and dirt. "Then they put me in here and pumped me full of this stuff and made me fight. And then afterwards they..."
Yugo cut himself off and hugged his arms around his chest, refusing to make eye contact with Yuto and looking embarrassed to have been caught ranting.
Yuto scooted back to the bars and reaching out, gently brushed the tears from his face. "They injected you with something?" He asked softly, "I wasn't injected but when the rage came over you, it triggered something in me. That rage terrifies me. I'm normally never that angry."
"Before the fight, the only other time that happened was when I was cornered by Academia's soldiers and then they parted rather quickly to let another, younger soldier by. All I remember is a deranged smirk and his eyes started to glow magenta. The rage took over then and I don't remember anything else." Yuto leaned against the bars then, looking exhausted and weak. He wasn't feeling well thanks to the electrocutions.
Yugo listened to Yuto's explanation with a half-dazed expression, eyes far away as if trapped in remembrance. "It... It was like that for me too... They came to my hometown and they were trying to take her away but when I tried to fight them off..."
Yugo blinked and belatedly realized that Yuto's fingers were still lingering on his cheek. Unused to being touched without the expectation of pain, Yugo flinched back from Yuto's touch like a skittish animal, his eyes wide with apprehension. "What... What are you doing?!" he demanded, bring a hand up to his face almost protectively.
Yuto blinked and drew his hand back. “I was wiping your tears away?” he answered, tipping his head before frowning softly. He couldn’t hate Yugo. The other was too scared and innocent in this matter. Just like himself. “Yugo I...I want to apologize now for anything i do in the future. I know they’re going to make us fight again but i truly don’t want to hurt you. God, I hope we’ll be allowed to rest tomorrow. I don't feel well,” he murmured, holding his head. He really wanted to know what they were trying to gain from this.
Shifting down into a lay, he curled up on the floor near the bars, feeling too weak to crawl over to his bed, his breath a little shallow as he tried to settle his body down.
Yugo was quiet for a while, his eyes shuttered with a complicated mix of emotions as he eyed Yuto critically, like he could decipher his motives just by watching the unsteady rise and fall of his chest. He clenched his teeth seemingly coming to a conclusion about Yuto's sincerity and reached a hand through the bars.
"Take my hand," he said suddenly. Then his face reddened enough that Yuto could probably see it in the dark and he hastily started to explain. "The glowy eyes thing. You wouldn't know since you just got here. But it doesn't just make you angry. You're stronger and heal faster too. So maybe we can use it to get us better..."
Yuto opened his eyes and deciding after a minute to trust Yugo, took his hand, hissing a bit as that dark force inside him welled up and made his spine bow. It wasn’t anger though, and he got a mental image suddenly of a dark body and glowing yellow eyes. “What….what is that??” he gasped, not sure if Yugo could see it too. He felt that creature shift and suddenly he knew his eyes were glowing. “Y-Yugo….I’m scared,” he whimpered as he felt his body start to slowly mend itself, the nausea fading away.
Yugo gasped as his own eyes blazed in response, his free hand shooting up to cover his mouth as he tried to get his violent instincts under control. After a long pause, he finally seemed to get a grip on himself and let his breath even out.
“It’s okay! It’s okay,” he repeated, still carefully holding onto Yuto’s hand, even though his entire body vibrated with tension. “Just stay calm… He won’t hurt you.”
Whatever it was that Yugo was trying to do, it seemed to be working. The angry gash that Yuto had scoured into his shoulder was starting to knit together.
Yuto’s breath was labored from the tension, his body slowly healing itself. He looked up at Yugo, their glowing eyes meeting and he suddenly caught a glimpse of the creature inside of Yugo. A dragon that was the light to his creature’s dark.
“C-can you see yours? Or mine?” he asked curiously, his body relaxing as more and more pain went away. “You’re healing too...how can they want to tear each other apart one minute and heal each other the next?” he then wondered.
Eventually, the glow in the other boy’s eyes flickered and died. Yugo let out a little moan as his shoulders slumped and he collapsed onto the ground next to Yuto, their hands still loosely tangled together. Although they were still far from perfectly recovered, their impromptu healing session had gone a long way. At his questions, Yugo gave a helpless little shrug, too exhausted to lift his head. “Yeah… I can see him. Yours too… They don’t seem to like each other much,” he said wryly, sounding slightly muffled since he was mumbling into the concrete. Then he sighed.
“I don’t know that much more than you do. I didn’t even know if this would work… Just that, he did this once to me so I wouldn’t pass out during one of their… tests. ” The last part was hissed out from between clenched teeth. “But it hurt a whole lot more when he did it.”
Yuto gave a tired hum and cuddled close to the bars, his body more or less against Yugo’s, making a soft sound at the body heat their dragons had generated and they were now sharing. “I think...no, I know my dragon doesn’t like yours but I think they realized that we needed aid badly and agreed to cooperate and share energy with us,” he mused before yawning widely. “Sounds like something out of a trippy sci-fi novel.” he mused tiredly.
Closing his eyes, he let his hand holding Yugo’s tighten gently. “I hope we’ll be ok tomorrow,” he said softly.
Yugo gave a dry laugh and squeezed his hand in response. “Get some sleep,” he said, his own heavy lids drooping closed as he started to take his own advice. “We’re gonna need it.” Just before he was about to drift off, he curled up closer into Yuto’s warmth and whispered, “…thanks, Yuto… and I’m sorry too. For hurting you.”
Defend — I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours,
Toki didn't know what was going on. He might not ever know. One moment he saw a friend of his in a fight, the next he was standing in front of her, blood on his hands, mind blank as he tried to recall what he'd done.
Toki just blinked, looking at his hands and the blood, before looking forward and seeing the two boys that picked a fight fallen on the cement ground, one hand covering a bloody, possibly broken nose, the other gaping at him, a large bruise blossoming across his cheek.
Oh. Well. He just blinked before his confused expression faded back to a neutral one, wiping the blood off on his pants as he turned to Annie to make sure she was okay, concern in his tone, but he relaxed as she told him she was okay, and he grinned, hugging her. Ah well, just another typical day for him, really.
[I did it. I wrote a very short Daddies!McKirk fic. There will be more to come later on. Basically, they're going to be scenes in the McKirk family life.]
The first time they see their beautiful new daughter, Jim and Leonard just blindly reach for each others hands and squeeze. A tiny wrinkled pink bundle squirms in the surrogate's arms. Leonard looks over at his husband and nudges him forward a little. "Go on, Jim. Go say hello." He murmurs, a soft smile playing on his lips. It's only fair, this is first baby of his own. He thinks as Jim takes a tentative step forward and take the baby in his arms. "She's so tiny." Jim whispers, staring down at her. "We didn't even think of names, I just realized. What should we call her?" He looks up at Leonard, eyes shining with happy tears and joy. Leonard steps closer and caresses their daughters tiny hand. "Angel. Angel Winona, after your mother." He suggests. Jim looks back at down at the baby. "Angel. Yeah, I like that." He kisses her forehead, then leans over and kisses his husband. "It's perfect. She's perfect."
This was the fic I was talking about a few days ago. I'm not sure how long it's in length but I hope you enjoy it!
The blond--whose name we now know is Tamaki--turned this time, stumbling over his feet. He stared at the director with wide violet orbs. "Yes?" he asked, confused. A short brunette popped up beside him, sighing as well. The female wiped sweat from her brow and took a sip from her water bottle. "Didn't I do it right? I was twirling Haruhi around like you asked!"
"No, senpai," Haruhi--the brunette--sighed again, facepalming. "You weren't supposed to twirl me, you were supposed to give me a rose. Simple as that. You couldn't even do that." She was just giving her honest opinion. In the back, two orange-haired twins snickered. A smaller blond giggled and a very tall male cracked a small smile. The male with glasses shook his head and opened his notebook to write something in it. Tamaki frowned and looked at Haruhi.
"H-Haruhi!" he whined, stretching out her name at the end. "I was doing perfect though!" The blond flailed again, almost hitting the girl next to him. "Haruhi's so mean, so mean..." he mumbled to himself, sitting near a tree outside. The brunette rolled her chestnut orbs and took another sip out of her water bottle.
"Why don't we just call in his stunt double?" Haruhi suggested, looking at the director with eyes that seemed as if they were pleading. Tamaki, hearing this, perked up immediately and scooted a bit closer to the two. "He can't seem to get the part right and if we continue to redo this, we'll never get it done."
The director nodded, tilting his hat forward. "Yes, but," he began in a low, drowsy voice. "Suoh's stunt double couldn't make it today. He got sick." A few seconds of silence pass by. Then a chorus of "eh?!"'s echo throughout the courtyard. Haruhi's shoulders slumped and she bit her lower lip. "It seems as if we're stuck with him."
Tamaki seemed happy by this and stood up, ignoring the director's last comment. "Alright, Haruhi! Let's finish this!" the blond took the girl's petite wrist and spun her around, handing her a rose. He gazed into her eyes and Haruhi scowled slightly.
"Not again!" were the chorused groans as Tamaki, once again, did his part wrong--for the 30th time.
