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canonconspiracy · 3 years

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Nothing To Gain, Unless... (Kyouya Ootori x Fem!Host!Reader)

Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club

Fanfiction By: @rmorningstar21

Pairing: Kyouya Ootori x Fem!Host!Reader

Warnings: Minor violence, suggestive situation, AU where Reader is the one that stirs up issues at the beach (Episode 8 basis if I’m remembering correctly). This one is INCREDIBLY old, but I wanted to finally get it out of my Google Docs. Tumblr Exclusive. As are all my one-shots, this is college aged AU! WC: 1321

"Senpai?" You questioned curiously, peeking into the relatively extravagant white room of the beach house. You could feel a hint of shame about you, knowing that the others had been worried. Even though you had not felt at the time that you did anything overly wrong, three men were too much for you to fight off on your own. The women you were attempting to protect just ended up scared, confused, and saw you in such a vulnerable state, while you ended up with a black eye.

As your eyes scanned the room, you hardly recognized Kyouya with his hair so dampened, glasses upon the stand as he relaxed. Cool gray eyes shifted to you, noticing your clear confusion as he chuckled softly. "No need to look so surprised," he spoke with clear amusement in his tone as he ushered you further into his room.

You closed the door quietly, chuckling softly in your own bashfulness as you walked closer to him. "You…" you started, unsure how to word what you were planning to say. "I've never seen you without your glasses, I'm sorry." With your words, your cheeks darkened the slightest bit with blush, y/e/c eyes shifting from his gray gaze as you placed a bashful hand against the back of your head. Words grew softer as your gaze shifted back to the man, remembering your initial objective. "I came here to...apologize. I didn't mean to cause worry."

Scoffing softly, he removed the towel from his head and tossed it against the chair he had been sitting on. "I wasn't overly concerned," he spoke with a slight sting to his words. "It was a bother trying to separate the twins and Tamaki from the men, though. They nearly beat them to death."

You sighed softly, a frown prominent against your lips as you nodded. "Surely," you replied barely above a whisper. Though there were so many things you wanted to say, wanting to defend your actions, you knew there was not much you could do. Instead, your y/e/c eyes shifted as you watched him walk across the room, passing you as you could practically feel his heat against your skin.

"I had to send the women flowers to apologize," he spoke, practically in your ear as he stood behind you.

"I could, uh, I can pay for the flowers," you spoke softly. "If that could help."

"Each bouquet cost fifty thousand yen," he chided, a smirk stretching across his face as he walked closer to the wall, dimming the lights. "You could pay me back another way. With your body."

As he spoke, he gripped onto your wrist, tossing you against his bed as he climbed on top of you. Palms on either side of you, you were left at Kyouya's mercy, staring up into cool gray eyes. His black hair, still a little damp, oriented down towards you messily.

You could feel your breath hitch in your throat as Kyouya had been on top of you, half clothed as his expression had not faltered. He stared down upon you as if you were defenseless, a hint of lust shimmering in those gray eyes of his, and you could feel your heart speeding in your chest. Biting your lip the slightest bit, you found your mind clouding.

"You can't be so naive to think your gender doesn't matter," he chided, nearly playfully as he stared down upon you. "It's reckless, thinking you could have control of the situation."

Noticing what Kyouya was doing, you had not been naïve. Pulling your wits about you, you reached your arms up to his neck as you swept his legs, sending him onto his back as you took the spot atop of him. Gaining dominance over the black haired male, the shock in his gray eyes, you wanted to say so many things. You wanted to say that you can defend yourself, that even his little lesson about you being defenseless was trumped by you taking control. Breath reflecting off of his lips as you pinned him, you frowned.

Allowing a sigh to escape your lips, you rose off the bed, to your feet, wordlessly. "You have no gain here, you know," you spoke as your y/e/c eyes shifted out to the darkened sky. "You know it as well as I that even if I hadn't pinned you, you wouldn't have laid a hand upon me."

"Oh?" He questioned, moving to sit upon the bed as he chuckled softly. He hadn't realized how truly adept you were, how easily you could read him. "You are quite the peculiar woman, Y/N."

"It's regretful," you spoke, still staring out that window as you felt a pang in your heart. "If I could be half as naive as your fans, just maybe I would have relished in that moment, how objectively pleasing it was to stare up at your handsome face and see what I could fool myself to be lust. From the moment we met, I knew who you were, and yet…"

"I'm not sure if I should be insulted or flattered," he chimed in, clearly oriented towards you, though you could not pinpoint if he had moved from the bed or still sat upon it.

Moving your fingers to graze the chilled glass of the window, your lips had not curled upwards as your y/e/c eyes closed. "I'm sure you shouldn't be either," you spoke, your voice with a hint of a chill. "I'm not stating anything you're naïve to. I'm not ruling out the fact that you did this little...display to emphasize the concern I pushed onto the others. That in itself shows your kindness. I guess, I'm just reminding myself of my place."

"And where may that be?" He questioned, a hint of intrigue in his tone.

Scoffing, you opened your eyes once more as your y/e/c eyes shifted to the now starry sky. "Someone you objectively care for, and yet," you started, allowing a sigh to escape your lips, "not someone who proves a gain for you to take any further."

"Is that something you want, Y/N?" He questioned, clearly intrigued by your sudden confession. "Do you have feelings for me?"

"You keep yourself informed of everyone, senpai," you replied with a knife to your tone. "You can't convince me that you'd be naïve to something like that."

"Do you truly just believe I'm a robot, climbing without a hint of emotion?" He questioned as slender arms moved to snake around your waist, the closeness in his voice showing you that he had managed to sneak up behind you when you were too enthralled in your speech. "If I happen to have feelings towards you, would that not prove to be a gain?" Pausing, he sighed softly. "I'm not saying I would have taken advantage of your body."

Feeling his warmth wrapped around you caused your stomach to tighten with butterflies, heart pattering in your chest as your head rested back the slightest bit upon his bare chest. "Putting it that way," you replied softly, "is appealing, rather tempting for that matter. I cannot say I'm not skeptical of your confession."

Kyouya chuckled softly at your words, though a smile slipped across his face. "I'm sure with time that skepticism will fade," he teased softly as he moved to press a gentle kiss upon the top of your head. "That is, if you would do me the honor of being my girlfriend."

Biting your lip gently, you could not help the way you melted in his embrace. You found the words slipping past your lips before you had the chance to counter them. "Nothing would make me happier," you murmured softly. Kyouya Ootori had proven to be your weakness, and though you were skeptical of his feelings, you were aflutter at the knowledge that he had been yours.

#kyouya ootori x reader #kyouya ootori #kyoya ootori #ouran high school host club #ohshc oneshot #kyouya x reader oneshot

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asmo-ds · 3 years

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may i request to the demon brothers reacting to a teenage mc accidentally calling them “dad” since they never had a father figure in their life? i’d love to see that in action

React to Teen MC Calling them Dad

Warnings: Absence of father figure, abandonment issues

Summary: While talking to a younger MC the brothers get called “dad” by the human and this is how they act

- MC was lost at RAD and Lucifer had found them wandering around aimlessly

- After pointing them in the right direction they began to merrily skip away off to class

- “Thanks Dad!” They smiled wide and both parties stopped in their tracks

- “Excuse me?” Lucifer asked with a slight chuckle

- MC refused to face him but he could still see the tips of their ears turning red

- “I-um-I meant Sir, sorry- easy mistake! Gotta go bye!” they ran off

- Lucifer couldn’t help but want to give MC a hug and treat them as if they were his own kid

- May or may not discuss the adoption of a human by a demon with Diavolo immediately after that exchange

- Listen, this man has dad reflexes and you can’t tell me otherwise

- So when he saw MC suddenly trip, he is very quick to put his arm out and wrap it around them to stop the fall

- Once he scans over them for any injuries and they are once again steady on their feet they give him a smile and say, “Thanks, Dad!”

- He watches them freeze, mortified they had just called him that

- He gets very flustered and stutters out a few things along the lines of “no problem kiddo! Uh and I gotta go to class now uhm uh BYE”

- They feel like he’d upset with them but in reality he had to go find a closet to cry in to avoid making a fool of himself in front of the teen

- He starts to baby them a bit more from that day on, from teaching them life skills you’d need to scolding them like a dad would when they misbehave

- He basically turns out to be like Tamaki from Ouran High School Host Club, y’know like reffering to himself as “daddy” and crying and fussing over MC

- He was teaching MC about aquatic demons and their powers to help study for a test

- Before leaving they said “Thanks Dad- LEVI OMG I MEANT LEVIATHAN” and Both were blushing messes

- MC couldn’t stop apologizing and Levi just sat there in shock, watching the flustered human try and come up with an excuse

- “D-d-don’t worry about it! If you want to think of me like that its cool! I-uhm- I just feel glad you’re comfortable around me and look up to me,”

- He cried the second they left

- he sees them as more of his child afterwards and makes the decision to fill that role for them if they so desired

- Is an anime type of dad, y’know like how they act in anime? I cant really explain it but there's just a characteristic that they have i can’t put my finger on

- He and MC were in the library when it happened

- They were struggling to reach a book from a high shelf so he got it for them

- “Thanks, Dad!” MC had said cheerily, not even noticing what they had called him until they heard him drop the book he was holding

- Both of them just stood there for a moment

- They both silently agree to never mention the incident

- But it is obvious to MC that Satan was becoming more nurturing to them after that

- He was in his room, but was feeling a bit hungry, his nails were wet though so he didn’t want to get up

- He asked MC to grab him something to eat and they stood up saying “okay, Dad!”

- Time stopped for half a second before he tackled them with a big squeal

- “AWWW THAT WAS SO CUTE SWEETIE,”

- He teases them until the end of time because he likes seeing them so flustered

- But he also insists on babying them constantly

- He had thanked MC after they made him breakfast

- “No problem, Dad”

- He started crying happy tears and hugged them so hard that they could barely breathe

- He was blubbering about how he’d guide MC and raise them to be a good person and MC was just like OKAYYYYY

- Gets adoption papers and constantly helps them with everything ever that they could possibly need

- They were trying to wake him up and nearly gave him a heart attack when his half asleep ass just hears someone shaking him and saying “wake up dad”

- He shoots up and bumps heads with MC, and they both just stare at each other like o.O

- As soon as he processes what’s happened he gets a shit eating grin on his face

- He will tease them relentlessly and when they are like “i diDNT MEAN TO YOU JERK”

- he is just like, “Sure ya didn’t :)”

- Is overall just a cocky asshole over the whole ordeal

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shakey-hands · 3 years

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please please can we get fukuzawa awkwardly having to tell ranpo he’s dating reader and the two of them start fighting and reader is subjected to it??? 😍😍

haha yeah. first ask that imma answer, let me know if you guys want more. my asks are open for any (except mineta gross) mha, ouran, or bungo characters :)

{this one is gonna be done with she/her pronouns but if you ask for gender neutral or he/him or any other pronouns, i can do it}

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The clock struck two when Y/N looked at her phone, leg bouncing up and down in a way that always annoyed the people around her. Great. It was thirty minutes past their meeting time and her boyfriend still had not shown up with what she understood was his adopted son.

It had been a good plan. Meet on neutral territory, gas up (what Y/N assumed was) a teenage boy with a sweets addiction, and then break the news. Y/N was not sure why they needed to go through such lengthy troubles to inform her boyfriend’s son that they were dating. He was at least old enough to understand what dating was. And from what she had heard from Kunikida, Fukuzawa’s son had a very prominent dating life of his own. But Y/N trusted her boyfriend, no matter how many times he looked off into the distance with quiet wisdom that felt vague.

Y/N sipped her tea, realizing that caffeine would only worsen her anxiety. It didn’t matter how many times Fukuzawa and Kunikida tried to tell her that the meeting wouldn’t be a big deal and that the son would love her, she wasn’t so sure. He was working at the Armed Detective Agency and was good at what he did. At least those were Kunikida’s words as Y/N and him were quietly reading in the same room as they did on Saturday nights. While Y/N appreciated Kunikida for his straight forward/driven personality, he did not fare well in comforting her.

Which brought her to her boyfriend. His solid, piercing eyes would always soften as she talked about her day over their dinner dates and he would brush the back of his hand on her cheek in the moments they were alone with one another. While Y/N rarely noticed because she herself was too infatuated with him, Fukuzawa cared deeply for her after seven months of dating. Their last hurdle was introducing Y/N to Ranpo. Fukuzawa was not at all worried since Y/N had a knack for making sweets and made people feel as if they were special when she smiled at them. There was never a shortage of praise around her.

Y/N checked her phone again, hoping that an apology text would come through and she would not be left in the dark. That however was proving difficult. Fukuzawa was driving with Ranpo eating cotton candy in the passenger seat. He had to be bribed away from the sweets table Dazai had set up for some ungodly known reason to mess with Atsushi. It was embarrassing how long it took for Kunikida to pry Ranpo’s little grubby hands away from the snacks and then another amount of time for Fukuzawa to get Ranpo to put on his seatbelt.

It made Fukuzawa nervous that he was so late. He knew Y/N would be understanding, it was part of the reason he enjoyed her company so much. Knowing her, she would probably be bouncing her knee and staring down at the table, overthinking things. He, of course, was right.

As Fukuzawa was pulling into the parking lot, he spotted his girlfriend’s car. It was pristine, as always, and had a small cat paw sticker on the back left bumper. He smiled inwardly, realizing that he had been waiting for this. There was a future with Y/N and Fukuzawa couldn’t wait.

Ranpo still had yet to get out of the car, his glasses dangling from his shirt pocket and a light dusting of sugar crystals on his lips. He was pouting, of course. Kunikida did not pack enough snacks for the car ride, meaning Ranpo did not have the mental energy to get out of the car and go into whatever flop coffee shop the president insisted they go into. People were so stupid and Ranpo already just finished a case that was so obvious. The local police really needed to be more useful.

“Get out of the car,” Fukuzawa said, getting more and more agitated.

“No,” Ranpo said.

“Let’s go. I promise there will be sweets inside the shop.”

“So? There were sweets at the agency.”

Fukuzawa rolled his eyes, knowing Ranpo would sit in the car out of stubbornness. “Ranpo-”

“Yukichi?” A soft voice called out from the entrance of the cafe.

Fukuzawa turned to see Y/N standing right outside. She had a to-go cup of something hot in her hands, jacket sleeves pulled over her hands to stop the warmth from burning her skin. Even though it was overcast and windy, Y/N still seemed to have a certain glow about her that always took Fukuzawa’s breath away. She waved timidly, not knowing why he was awkwardly standing behind his parked car with a weird defensive stance. He nodded over to her, giving her a genuine smile before turning his head back to the car and glaring.

“Is everything okay?”

Y/N began to approach her boyfriend. The only other time she had seen her boyfriend have this stance was when she had bumped into some eyebrowless pale emo kid in an accident at the mall. Fukuzawa seemed to pick the weird fights, but she just smiled through it. His eyes held a certain annoyance the Y/N had not seen before. Her eyebrows furrowed as she took a step off the curb. Fukuzawa held out his hand, motioning her to not get closer. Y/N paused, unsure about his demeanor.

“Ranpo, don’t make me ask again.” Fukuzawa’s voice held a bass to it that Y/N had never heard before. She could only assume it was his dad voice that he has never had to use with her.

The window rolled down on the old car for just a crack. “I don’t remember a question being asked.”

The voice was whiny and slightly muffled, as if the speaker had sweets in his mouth. Fukuzawa rolled his eyes and put his hand on the glass. Y/N was slightly shocked by her boyfriend, but decided to let him do his thing. She was not a parent and the closest time she had ever been was when she had a babysitting gig decades ago when she was a teen. While she was interested in a family, she had neither the time nor mental capacity to follow through. So she stepped back onto the curb and took a sip of her tea, relishing in the warmth it provided.

“Ranpo, if you don’t get out of the damned car, there will be no sweets at the agency for a year.”

A clear threat had been made.

The door slammed into the car next to it, causing a dent that Fukuzawa watched form. Out from the passenger seat, a short man with a slight pout crawled out of the car. Definitely not the young teenager Y/N had been expecting. He was only slightly taller than Y/N and wore a cape. In fact, he looked like a full grown adult, maybe only ten years younger than Y/N. Her face said it all, though neither men were looking at her. They just stared one another down before Fukuzawa remembered his loving girlfriend stood awkwardly behind him. He motioned for her to come over.

Ranpo did not look impressed as he looked her up and down. Y/N looked too ordinary to know Fukuzawa in her jeans and plain jacket combo. Her shoes were dirty from all the yard work she had done throughout the years. As she got closer, Ranpo watched closely as Fukuzawa gently touched the small of her back before wrapping his arm around her waist. While Ranpo had never seen the President act like this, he did not care.

“Ranpo, I would like you to meet-”

Ranpo yawned loudly. “She’s way too old for me. Almost to hag status.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. She began to stumble over her words, not knowing how to respond. Fukuzawa’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. He couldn’t believe that Ranpo would even think he was trying to set them up. Ranpo made a disgusted face.

“No offense lady, but you don’t even look fun. Like all you do is sit in the dark and contemplate the excitement of frostingless yellow cake.”

How do you respond to that?

Y/N looked down, not sure if she wanted to laugh or cry. She was suddenly thankful for the sudden gust of wind that burned her cheeks, a sign that snow was rolling in. Who insults like that? The little sniffle that Y/N let out set Fukuzawa back into the present instead of the daydream he had slipped into where Ranpo got his ass beat.

“You can’t talk to her like that,” Fukuzawa said sternly. “And she’s not here for you.”

“Obviously. She could never handle the Greatest Detective.”

“No!” Fukuzawa said, tightening his grip on her waist. “I wanted you two to meet because we’ve been dating for a while and I thought it was finally time for you two to meet.”

Ranpo suddenly scoffed dramatically. Once. Twice. Three times. “And here I thought we agreed never to keep secrets! And all this time you’ve been giving your praise to someone else!”

Fukuzawa looked at the small man incredulously. “I’m allowed to date, Ranpo.”

“Not really!” Ranpo exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air. Those who were passing by continuously glanced, wondering why they were arguing so loudly in a public space. “How gross is that! You’re like centuries old!”

“Look, I just thought you’d want to be in the know. If I had known you’d throw a tantrum, I would have just waited until after we were married.”

In that moment, Ranpo and Y/N spoke simultaneously:

“Tantrum?!”

“Married!?”

“Oh I’ll show you a tantrum!”

Ranpo pushed the old car to make it move back and forth in its parked place before beginning to punch the glass. There was no real power behind his throws, so there were soft thumps being emitted. Next he started to kick the tires, also without power behind his movements. He truly had transformed into a toddler, making the people walking by walk a little faster. He came off as some random crazy person on the street rather than an acclaimed detective.

Fukuzawa didn’t know where to look until a warm soft hand held his cheek, guiding his eyes towards Y/N’s. She smiled softly, ignoring Ranpo as he began to get physical. Her smile caused a chain reaction in Fukuzawa’s heart, making him resist the urge to get down on one knee at that very instance. He did have the ring adding weight to his pocket. She kissed his forehead, making him awkwardly bend down as she chuckled against his skin.

“You want to marry me?”

Fukuzawa blushed slightly. “In due time, of course.”

She chuckled again and nodded. “Of course.”

“I’m not calling her mom!”

#bungo stray dogs #fukuzawa yukichi #fukuzawa x reader #ranpo

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sugar-sweet-tea · 3 years

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Tall man gets love

Description : Mori was always with Honey. But what happens when they split up for a bit, thankfully Mori will always have his family to help him.

Or in other words, Ouran High School Host Club is perfect for agere stuff and there’s not enough of it on here.

This was my first OHSHC fic and it took me a while to get the courage to write thing but I’m pretty impressed with it. This was very inspired by DannyFANtom and Mcschnuggles who have awesome fics, I really recommend checking them out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30654551

Mori was walking the halls looking as if he was in some kind of trance. He looked lost, and confused. As if his mind was off somewhere else. He couldn't find Honey and that made him a little... nervous.

They were always together.

He could feel his mind start to get... fuzzier. It was slowly getting harder to focus on stuff. He tried to remember where he was and where his cousin was but, nothing came to his mind.

So there he was, roaming the hallways after school hours looking for Honey. He vaguely remembers him having to get something from class but he should've been back by now.

That's when his eyes landed on it.

Music room 3.

He gasped. He knew this room! Mori quickly walked towards the music room, taking shaky steps. He was having a hard time focusing on anything. Especially walking.

He felt his mind begging him to be small. It's been a little while which he knew wasn't good.

He tried to regress at least once a week but missed the last few weeks.

The only person who knew was his cousin, Honey. He watched him when he felt small and always took care of him. Kind of like a caregiver...

Mori slowly opened the door trying to be as quiet as possible.

Thankfully all the guests had gone.

Unfortunately, the other hosts where there.

Mori attempted to enter as quietly as possible, not wanting to cause attention to himself, sadly, this never worked.

"Hey, Mori-Senpai!" Haruhi called to him, smiling at him with a little wave. The other hosts smiled and greeted him as well. He smiled a small sad smile at her.

His mouth quivered a bit.

His day had been so stressful so far and he hadn't seen Honey in a long time.

So it's not a surprise that he couldn't keep the tears that fell down his face. His lip quivered as more came.

Seeing all his friends so happy to see him made him want to slip even more.

As hard as he tried, he couldn't help it.

The usually quiet man sat down and put his face in his hands as he cried. The other hosts looked confused and went over to him.

This was concerning since they’ve never seen him like this. So... sad. It was very out of character since usually they would be lucky to get any reaction out of him. He was a man of few words.

"Mori-Senpai. What's wrong?"

"Why are you crying?"

"Where's Honey-Senpai?"

All these questions were beginning to get too much for him.

Mori removed his hands from his face and put them to cover his ears. He tried to block out the noise. His eyes shut tight.

Without him knowing, he felt a gentle hand pressed against his shoulder. Mori gently opened his eyes to see Tamaki placing a hand on his shoulder.

Tamaki was looking down on him, smiling a comforting and reassuring smile to him.

Mori felt himself get calmer. He could feel the tears slowing down as he sniffled. He rubbed his eyes and that's when another hand passed him a tissue.

Looking up again he saw Kyoya with the same type of comforting and reassuring smile that Tamaki had.

Mori wiped his nose and his eyes. He stopped crying. They could tell he was trying to go back to his neutral expressionless face but was struggling a significant amount.

“Senpai? Are you any better?” Haruhi asked him calmly. He gently nodded.

“Why were you so upset before?” Hikaru asked him.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like that before.” Kaoru said, nodding in agreement.

Mori only sniffled and wiped his nose a bit.

Even if the other didn’t notice of it right away. Haruhi definitely did. The way he was acting and his expression. As if he was thinking about something else, his mind far away. She doesn’t know why but... he looked so... innocent in her eyes. Almost like a child...

No one was expecting what happened next...

Mori felt so safe at this moment with his family surrounding him that he clung into the closest person.

This, of course, was Tamaki.

He couldn’t help it when he wrapped his arms around the blond and tried to hide his face in his chest. At this point he had fully slipped.

And Tamaki, being the great friend that he is, didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around him in a loving embrace and whisper soft things into his ear to calm him down.

All the other hosts looked a little confused, but Tamaki made it seem like an every day thing. Comforting him as if he’s done it a thousand times.

Being in the arms of the blonde, it didn’t take him long to calm down. His was no longer freaking out, but even so, he didn’t want to leave his friends embrace.

Out of embarrassment or fear of freaking out again, he wasn’t sure.

That is until another certain blonde came through the door.

Honey looked very worried and concerned.

“Takashi!” He yelled running over to him. Immediately he wrapped his arms around his neck. Mori gently broke off from Tamaki and wrapped his arms around his cousin.

“Mitsukuni...” He mumbled into his hair.

“Is that the reason he got to upset earlier? Because he wasn’t with Honey-Senpai?” Hikaru asked them.

“Yes, I had to go back to my class really fast so I could get one of my books I forgot and I told Takashi to wait for me by the window. He must’ve slipped and forgot about it, so he got scared. I’m just glad he found you guys. Thanks for watching and taking good care of him Tama-Chan!” Honey thanked them smiling gleefully.

Instead of smiling back, the others were rightfully confused.

“Why do you mean Mori-Senpai slipped?”

“Yeah and he’s been away from you before Honey-Senpai, why did it make him so sad now?” The twins asked one after the other.

Tamaki was surprisingly quiet and Kyoya was just waiting for an explanation. He was quite intrigued.

However, before anyone could say anything, Haruhi was the only one to notice what was actually going on.

“Mori-Senpai, how old are you?” She asked gently and softly. She lowered and softened it as if she was talking to a child, which she had a feeling that she was.

Honey gasped then smiled, in all honesty he wasn’t very surprised that Haruhi was the one to figure it out first.

Mori put up three fingers, before switching to two.

Kyoya’s eyes went wide.

He understood now.

“How long have you been?...” He asked, like Haruhi he had softened his voice. He sounded calming and concerned. He really was the mom of the group.

“For a few months now. I help him and watch over him so he doesn’t get hurt.” Honey explained.

“Would you guys please just tell us what you’re talking about? It makes no sense!” Tamaki exclaimed trying not to be too loud since he was right beside Mori.

“Is it ok if I tell them?” Honey asked. Once receiving a head nod from his cousin, he started his explanation.

Mori figured they’d want an explanation anyways, why not just tell them everything.

After all, they were a family.

No.

Wait.

They were his family.

“Takashi is a little.” Honey told them. Mori nodded.

The twins looked confused for a sec before figuring out what he meant.

“A little what?” Tamaki asked.

Everyone started laughing.

Even though it wasn’t that funny, they all thought it was.

“No, Senpai, what he means is that he regresses. To deal with stress.” Haruhi explained to him.

Ohhhhhhh.

It took Tamaki a few seconds before the realization hit him like a truck.

“Ohhhh. Awwww.” He couldn��t help but coo. He vaguely remembered them talking about that and he always thought it was absolutely adorable, and has even considered trying it once or twice but reprimanded himself because it was ‘too childish’. He’d spent so much time trying to convince himself that he shouldn’t, he kinda forgot about it all together.

“Why didn’t he tell us in the first place?” Kaoru asked.

“Probably because he was afraid. Which is understandable, this stuff can be very personal to some people.” Kyoya explained to him who nodded.

“Well now that we do know, if you ever need someone to watch you, we’ll always be available.” Tamaki offered, smiling at the little.

Not used to getting so much attention, Moi started blushing a bit. He didn’t know why he was so nervous to tell his friends, no, his family something like this.

He must’ve been pretty silly if he thought that they would mock him or judge him for this.

“Thank you! I know he doesn’t really express it often, but I know he’s very happy to have you guys as friends and that are willing to help him.” Honey told them. And in all honesty, he was happy too. Happy that his friends were so open and accepting for them.

“Well we’re a family, families help each other. Now, how about we get some snacks, I bet everyone’s a little hungry.” Tamaki suggested. They others all agreed and started making their way towards the food.

Mori and Honey walked hand in hand. Like they should be.

“I’m sorry I left you alone when you were small. I promise it won’t happen again.” Honey apologized. He felt a little guilty about it.

“Iss ok.” Mori said softly. It wasn’t like his usual voice. This one definitely made him sound like a child.

They smiled at each other before joining the others.

Mori was glad he told them.

And now, he felt closer to them than ever before.

#ouran high school host club #ohshc agere #age regression #fanfiction #ohshc tamaki #ohshc fanfiction #ohshc mori #ohshc honey #ohshc kyoya #ohshc hikaru #ohshc kaoru #ohshc haruhi

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writingfeatherduster · 3 years

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Idk if this is a good prompt but im always a sucker for clothes swap fluff so 👉👈 smth with grillby wearing sans’ jacket maybe?

This is so freaking cute. I might have to write like, three alternate versions of this.

Once again, I think I strayed a bit from expectation writing this one. Also, it’s entirely off-season. And I think I got a bit sloppy at the end, so I apologize for that. If you can’t tell, I don’t think very highly of my own writing. In any case, here’s the one-shot that nearly turned into multiple chapters!

Grillby Looks Good In Blue

Word count: 4961 Summary: When it’s revealed that Grillby doesn’t have a Halloween costume, Frisk comes up with a great idea.

Grillby had never been particularly festive. Even after opening his new bar on the surface, the ‘holiday spirit’ people talked about continued to elude him. The older members of his family didn’t celebrate many holidays, and what celebrations they did have were never more than another family gathering. He enjoyed them, of course. Any opportunity to see his brothers and niece was a welcome one! But he’d never decorated his bar or hosted any sort of seasonally themed party. So, when he learned about the human holiday of ‘Halloween’, he didn’t plan to come up with a costume.

(He planned to close early and hand out candy, of course. He had a soft spot for children.)

The night before Halloween, Grillby’s bar was lively with excited monsters and humans alike. The anticipation for the big night was palpable as people chattered among themselves, talking about their costumes, the best places to get candy, and parties that were going to be held. The sun had only just started to set when the bell above the door rang, a familiar family of monsters entering with a single human child.

“Welcome back,” Grillby greeted with a small smile. The whole gang was there- Toriel, Frisk, Alphys, Undyne, Papyrus, Sans… even Asgore was there. Sans and Frisk made a beeline for the bar while the rest of the group discussed seating arrangements. Grillby started pouring a glass of apple juice for Frisk automatically, placing it in front of them as the child struggled up onto a barstool. “It’s good to see you all again. What’s the occasion?”

Sans shrugged and hopped up into his usual seat. “Well, we’re gonna have a little All Hallows Eve Eve party while we put the finishing touches on everyone’s costumes. Thought that since we’re all here, it’d be nice to go out to eat together. It was mostly Frisk’s idea.”

Grillby chuckled. “Well, I think it was an excellent idea. Now, what can I get the two of you started with?”

The night wore on with plenty of food, drinks, and laughter as everyone caught up with each other. Frisk and Sans went back to sit with the others during dinner, but when it was time for dessert, Frisk was right back up at the bar to talk with Grillby. They were excited to tell him about their costume. “Guess what I’m going as for Halloween!” they demanded, bouncing on their stool.

Grillby set a piece of cake in front of Frisk as he carefully monitored the stool’s stability. “I don’t know, what?”

“Nooooo,” Frisk whined, “That’s not how it works! You have to guess!”

“Alright, alright.” He pretended to think for a moment, tapping his chin. “You’re going to be… adorable,” he teased, ruffling their hair.

Frisk laughed, pushing his hand away. “No, I’m not! I’m going to be scary!”

Grillby shook his head. “Forgive me for being unable to imagine that. What scary thing are you going as, then?”

Frisk was unable to contain their excitement any longer, jumping up on the stool. “I’m going to be a zombie!” they yelled. As they did, the stool teetered beneath them.

Ding! You’re blue now!

Grillby had reached out and grabbed Frisk by the shoulders at the same time Sans turned them blue and levitated them, the unbalanced stool the child was sitting on hitting the floor. Sans walked up to the bar and righted the stool, chuckling as he found a seat of his own. “Careful, kid. Don’t want you partying too hard now.”

Frisk gave both of them a sheepish grin as they were set back on their stool, looking up at Grillby. “Sorry. Anyway, as I was saying, I’m going to be a zombie for Halloween. It was Sans’s idea!” They shoveled a big bite of chocolate cake in their mouth as they looked at the skeleton.

“Yeah,” Sans said with a shrug. “I mean, a supernatural being that keeps coming back to life no matter how many times you’ve killed it? It seems appropriate.”

Grillby wasn’t sure what Sans meant by that, but at that point, he was used to it enough to not bother asking. He turned to Frisk and poured them a glass of milk to go with their dessert. “Well, make sure Sans sends me a picture. I’m sure it will look great.”

Frisk nodded eagerly, taking the glass of milk and drinking half of it in one go. Grillby offered them a napkin before they could wipe their mouth on their sleeve. Frisk took it, scrubbing at their face and smiling up at him. “So,” they asked, “What’s your Halloween costume gonna be?”

“Oh, I’m not really doing anything for Halloween,” Grillby responded as he moved to wipe some crumbs from his bar. “I will be handing out candy, though, if you’d like to stop by.”

“You don’t have a costume?!” Apparently, in Frisk’s mind, this was a horrible tragedy. “But everyone put a costume together! Even Sans made one!”

Papyrus, overhearing this, looked up from where he’d been enjoying a plate of pasta with chocolate sauce. “Wait, Sans, you actually made a costume?! I thought you said you were just going to buy one!”

Sans shrugged. “Yeah, well, everyone else was making their own. Besides, the costume I came up with is a piece of art. You can’t get that at a store.”

Frisk didn’t look impressed. “Sans, your costume is literally a shirt with the word ‘life’ written on it and a bowl of lemon drops.”

“Well, I didn’t really have much to work with. You know what they say- when life gives you lemons…”

Papyrus groaned. “SANS THAT DOESN’T COUNT AS A COSTUME AT ALL!”

Grillby chuckled from behind the bar, fond. “I think it sounds very you, Sans.”

Sans grinned up at him. “Heh, at least someone appreciates my talents. Anyway, Grillbz, the kid is right. It’s our first Halloween on the surface. You gotta do something more than just hand out candy.”

Apparently, everyone was listening at that point, because that was when Alphys stood up. “O-Oh! If, um, if you still n-need a costume, I, uh… w-well I have some material l-leftover from making mine and Undyne’s! I’m sure we can- um- c-come up with some ideas, haha…”

“That sounds like a great idea,” Toriel chimed in. “You should join us for our costume-making party tonight, Grillby. Then you can accompany Frisk with us for trick-or-treating.”

Grillby adjusted his glasses, a bit flustered by all the sudden attention. “I-i wouldn’t want to intrude…”

Undyne laughed, getting up. “Too late, fire dude! If Frisk says you need a costume, then that’s that. Now let’s close this joint and get going already!”

As Undyne and Papyrus began rounding people up and making them go home so Grillby could close the bar, the fire monster chuckled to himself. Maybe, just this once, he could have a little more fun with a holiday.

It felt odd, being in Toriel’s house. Grillby considered the others his friends, but he’d never actually hung out with any of them outside the bar before. Everyone was gathered in the living room, where multiple old bedsheets had been spread on the floor and furniture. The group spread out around the living room as they helped each put finishing touches on their designs with hot glue and paint. “The bedsheets are a clever idea,” Grillby commented lightly as he took a cup of tea from Toriel (he didn’t have the heart to tell her that he usually didn’t drink tea. It was basically just hot flavored water).

The motherly monster smiled, sitting in an armchair and watching the scene in front of her with a fond look in her eye. “Dr. Alphys suggested it. She’s very good at arts and crafts!”

“Speaking of arts and crafts,” Sans interjected from his spot on the couch, “It’s time to figure out what Grillby’s costume is going to be.”

Alphys had a lot of ideas. “Oh! Y-you could go as a gender-bent v-version of Sailor Mars! Or maybe, um, if you c-can burn blue for- for the evening you could go a-a-as Rin Okumura from Blue Exorcist! Oh, I b-bet you could m-make a great Kyoya! Uh, from O-ouran Highschool Host Club?”

...Grillby didn’t understand what she said, but was flattered anyway. Kind of.

Sans decided to step in and rescue Grillby before Alphys put him in cat ears. “While those are all good ideas,” he said thoughtfully, “Maybe we should think of something that we can, y’know, throw together overnight? Plus I’m pretty sure all those characters wear like fancy clothes and stuff. That’s what Grillby wears already. Hardly counts as a costume.”

Papyrus stood up specifically so he could put his hands on his hips. “Well the whole point of a costume is to dress up for the evening! What is Grillby supposed to do? Dress down?”

That gave Frisk an idea. They got up, walking over to Grillby and pulling on his arms to make him stand up. “Come here for a second!” Then, they went and grabbed Sans, pulling him to stand next to Grillby. Frisk took a couple of steps back, rubbing their chin in thought as they inspected the two side-by-side. Apparently, they liked what they saw, because they smiled. “Hey Sans, do you mind if I change your costume a bit?”

“Uhhh, what are we talking about when we say ‘a bit’?” Sans asked, unsure of where Frisk was going with this.

Alphys seemed to catch on, because anyone who has read lots and lots of fanfiction can guess where this is going. “Ohhhh, that’s g-genius, Frisk! But, u-um, Grillby’s a lot taller than Sans.”

Frisk’s smile only widened, the plan coming together in their mind. “Sans’s jacket is big enough! And I’m sure we can find him a white T-shirt that’s big enough!”

The skeleton waved a hand at them, interrupting. “Sans’s jacket is big enough for what?”

Frisk and Alphys shared a mischievous look. Sans looked up at Grillby (who was still confused and clueless) and came to a terrible realization.

He was going to have to tie his shoes for once.

“Do I really have to keep the shirt tucked in?”

“Yes! Grillby always has his shirt tucked in!”

“A-and don’t- don’t slouch. You have to, um, g-get into character!”

“When did this go from a Halloween costume to full-on cosplay?”

Sans tugged at his suspenders as he inspected the completed outfit. Somehow, Frisk and Alphys had managed to find a white button-up, dress pants, and dress shoes to fit Sans. Grillby’s suspenders could be adjusted down to fit Sans, and bowties tended to be one-size-fits-all, so Sans got to wear the real deal in those departments. Finally, Toriel had taken the lenses out of an old pair of reading glasses she didn’t use and set the frames on Sans’s skull (Frisk taped the sides since Sans didn’t have ears).

The skeleton couldn’t help chuckling. “Man, no wonder Grillby is pretty fit. Getting dressed in this stuff is a whole workout.” It didn’t look bad, though. He glanced upstairs, where Papyrus and Toriel had whisked Grillby away for his ‘transformation’. Sans had already managed to get fully dressed, and his usual outfit was way simpler than Grillby’s. What was taking so long?

The others seemingly had the same thought. Undyne crossed her arms, walking to the base of the stairs. “HEY PAPYRUS! WHAT’S THE HOLD UP?!” she yelled through the house.

Papyrus cracked the door to Toriel’s room open for a moment. “JUST BE PATIENT, UNDYNE!”

Toriel pushed the door the rest of the way open, sighing. “Please, both of you, no shouting in the house. We… had a minor issue with finding a T-shirt, is all. Grillby is changing in my bathroom, he’ll be down in a moment.”

Just then, Papyrus spotted Sans, eyesockets widening. “OH MY GOD! Sans, you actually have style for once!”

“Heh, thanks, I guess…” Sans felt nervous, for some reason. What if Grillby thought he looked dumb? What if Grillby got really uncomfortable with this idea? What if he got mad? Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to force him to-

The door to Toriel’s room opened again, a warm light filling the hall. If Sans could have blushed, he would have.

Sans’s shorts were wide enough around the waist to fit Grillby, although they didn’t quite go down to his knees. The old white shirt Toriel had found him was a bit more form-fitting than the ones Sans usually wore, clinging near his waist and the center of his chest. Amusingly, Sans’s slippers were a bit too big on the fire monster, if the way he had to shuffle in them to get them to stay on was any indication. What got Sans, though, was the jacket.

Sans’s hoodie fit Grillby perfectly.

Grillby had shot Papyrus a questioning look when he was handed Sans’s jacket, still unsure about the whole thing. “Will this even fit me?” he asked skeptically. “I’m quite a bit taller than Sans.”

“Well, it’s very big on Sans,” Toriel pointed out. “Just try it on. I’m sure we can go find a cheap blue hoodie in the morning to complete the look if that doesn’t fit.”

Papyrus nodded. “Or if it smells too much like ketchup for you to bear!”

The bartender still wasn’t sure, but it couldn’t hurt to just try it on, right? Blushing a bit under the attention the other two were giving him, he shrugged on the blue jacket. Papyrus was right, it did smell a little like ketchup. But…

As the weight of the fabric settled around his shoulders, something in Grillby relaxed. The fabric that lined the inside of Sans’s jacket was surprisingly soft, and the sleeves were just long enough that if Grillby wanted to, he could pull them over his hands. The fire monster’s face grew hotter, a bright blush spreading across his cheeks. He was wearing Sans’s clothes. He was wearing Sans’s jacket. He wrapped his arms around himself without thinking, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. When he opened them again, he found that Toriel and Papyrus were both staring at him. He shifted a bit, fiddling with the hoodie strings. “...wh-what? Is something wrong?”

After a long moment, Toriel smiled, raising a hand to her mouth in an attempt to hold back laughter. Papyrus tilted his head, entirely bemused. “Grillby, why did you turn blue? Is it that overwhelming? I told Sans he needed to wash that old thing more often!”

Toriel lost her composure, laughing softly. “That’s not what it means when a fire monster turns blue, Papyrus.”

“W-wait, I’m what-?!” Grillby ran back into Toriel’s bathroom. Sure enough, the blush on his cheeks had turned a vibrant blue, along with some of the flames that made up his hair. “Oh. Oh no.”

“‘Oh no’ what?! I don’t understand! Ms. Toriel, why are you laughing?!” Papyrus frowned, unhappy at being left out of the loop.

Toriel was all too happy to clarify. “Fire monsters blush differently than other monsters. The flames that make up their faces change temperature depending on the emotion. When they’re embarrassed, they may turn red. When flustered, a brighter orange. The most dazzling display, though, is when a fire monster is-”

“You can’t tell Sans!” Grillby suddenly cried out, nearly shouting it. He went back into the bedroom, willing himself to calm down. “Fuck, I can’t let him see me like this…!”

Toriel decided to let the language slide, focusing on calming Grillby down. “It’s alright,” she said soothingly, “We won’t tell him. You should tell him yourself.”

Grillby shook his head. “No, no no no no no. Sans can’t know about this. It’s entirely inappropriate, and it would ruin everything we already have-”

Toriel held up a hand to stop him. She tilted her head a bit, concerned. “Now why would it be inappropriate? You’re adults. If you both consent to a relationship, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Don’t phrase it like that,” Grillby groaned. “It’s- I’m a fire elemental and he’s a skeleton. We’re not going to be compatible.”

Toriel frowned at that. “Now that’s an outdated mindset and you know it,” she huffed. “You like him, don’t you? I’m sure even if he didn’t like you that way, you could still be friends after telling him.”

“Like him in what way?!?!” The Great Papyrus interrupted, starting to get irritated that the author seemed to keep forgetting he was there.

Toriel looked at Papyrus, then sighed, smiling a bit as she looked back at Grillby. Grillby groaned again, hanging his head in defeat. “Fire monsters turn blue,” he mumbled, “When they’re in love.”

Papyrus took a moment to process that. Grillby was in love… he’d turned blue when he put Sans’s jacket on… Oh! The pieces clicked in his skull. “HOLY FU-”

“LANGUAGE!”

Grillby took a deep breath as he walked down the stairs, trying to stay calm and, more importantly, stay cold. Sans would probably say I just need to ‘chill out’. Or be ‘cool’, Grillby thought to himself, his awkward smile becoming a bit more genuine in amusement. He stepped into the living room, holding his arms out in a sort of ‘Ta-da!’ motion. Frisk started clapping while Alphys took pictures, both of them far more excited about the outfit change than they should have been.

“Well if it isn’t the ‘hottest’ new fashion trend, Grillby casual.”

Sans caught Grillby’s attention, the fire monster turning to look at him. “Ha, funny, Sans,” is what he said on the outside. On the inside, he was screaming. Stay chill stay chill stay chill stay chill god damn it now that terrible joke is stuck in my head holy shit just stay chill!

“Y-you look nice,” Grillby managed to stammer out. “I never thought I’d see you wear a tie that wasn’t printed on the shirt.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Sans replied with a wink. “So I guess it’s decided then? We’re going as each other for Halloween?”

Grillby nodded, barely trusting himself to speak. “I suppose so…”

Frisk jumped up on the couch. “WHICH MEANS YOU HAVE TO GO TRICK OR TREATING WITH US!!”

The next several minutes were filled with Toriel lecturing Frisk about jumping on furniture and yelling in the house.

The next day, the whole group met at Grillby’s to get ready, taking advantage of the fact that the restaurant had a total of four bathroom stalls. Grillby volunteered to put his costume on last, soul thrumming with anxiety. He was sure that the evening was going to be the hardest evening of his life (oh, the things he put himself through for Frisk’s sake).

Grillby was far from unaware of his feelings for Sans. He’d had a bit of a crush for a long time, and in the time since they’d been released from the Underground, that affection had only grown. There was just something about the skeleton that made him want to sit and talk with him forever. It would never work out, though. Relationships were complicated, and Grillby didn’t want to mess up what he already had. If he made a move and it didn’t work out, it would be hard to go back to just being friends. Needless to say, Sans’s new ability to turn Grillby’s flames blue without even being in the room was a huge problem.

“Hey fire dude, your turn!” Undyne pulled Grillby from his thoughts, thrusting the bartender’s costume into his arms. “Hurry up and get changed! It’s almost time to get going!”

Grillby nodded, a bit overwhelmed all of a sudden. “R-right. I’ll be back in a moment.”

He took his time getting dressed, carefully monitoring his temperature. For the most part, he was fine. He could forget that he was dressed as his favorite skeleton, even be amused by it. There was no problem at all… until he got to the jacket.

Slipping on Sans’s hoodie, Grillby felt his temperature immediately rise. He was never cold, but he could still appreciate that the jacket was comfortably warm. Between the smell and the weight, if he closed his eyes he could almost imagine Sans had his arms around him.

Oh god, there was no way he was going to make it through this night.

Cautiously stepping out of the bathroom stall, Grillby looked in the mirror and confirmed what he already suspected. That bright blue tint had returned to his face. He took a deep breath, willing it away, but some of the flames that formed his hair and cheeks wouldn’t cool off. The traitorous streaks of heat flickered and Grillby felt like he was being mocked.

The door to the bathroom suddenly opened and Grillby panicked, pulling up the hood of the and ducking his head to hide his face. Glancing to the side, he wanted to scream. Of course, it was Sans.

Sans looked worried, dress shoes clicking on the tile floor as he walked over. “You okay, Grillbz? You’ve been in here for a while. I was starting to get worried.”

“I-i’m fine,” Grillby stammered, turning to look at the wall, the counter, anywhere but at Sans. “I’m just nervous. It’s the first time I’ve participated in something like this.”

Sans chuckled, a gentle sound that soothed some of Grillby’s nerves. “C’mon, you can’t mess up Halloween. Just ‘chill’ out and enjoy yourself.”

Sans was right. There wasn’t any reason to be this worked up. So long as he focused on the festivities, Grillby didn’t run any risk of being flustered again. “Alright. I’ll be out in a moment.” He straightened up, looking in the mirror again and sighing in relief. For now, the blush was gone.

Later that evening, the Halloween festivities were in full swing. Monster and human children alike were wandering up and down the streets with their parents, laughing and playing as their buckets and bags slowly filled with sweets. Frisk insisted on dragging as many people as they could up to each door with them, insisting that, “Larger groups of people get more candy!”

Of course, being a pretty big group of monsters, they couldn’t all fit on a doorstep at once. Instead, they all took turns. Two people would go with Frisk at a time, and the rest of them would just wave from the street.

Sans put his hands in his pockets as he watched Grillby and Asgore walk Frisk to the door of the next house, chuckling a bit as the former king stopped to admire the flowerbeds. His gaze drifted to Grillby. He’d been worried that the bartender would feel a little out of place, but he seemed to be enjoying himself, holding Frisk’s hand as the child cheered, “Trick or treat!”

The couple at the door stopped to ask about their costumes like any other house, putting a few pieces of candy in Frisk’s bag. Sans couldn’t hear what was said, but when Grillby explained his costume, whatever the couple said made him laugh. Sans smiled to himself, fond.

Undyne elbowed Sans, arching an eyebrow at him. “Dude, you’re staring again.”

Sans rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, well, he’s being really cute. Besides, anyone could appreciate a guy that hot.”

Undyne groaned. “Okay, but being serious, why don’t you just talk to him already? The guy obviously has a thing for you. Nobody would let you rack up a tab like yours if they didn’t want to cook for you all the time.”

“I know,” Sans admitted, “But he can be kinda shy. I don’t wanna scare him off by making the first move.”

She just rolled her eyes. “If he’s shy, he’s never gonna confess to you. Just go for it, man!”

Sans looked back at Grillby. In the time they’d been talking, the fire monster had picked Frisk up and put them on his shoulders, smiling as Frisk declared which house they should go to next. He was so good with the kid. He let Frisk hang out at the bar after school all the time, and he’d even helped them with their homework once or twice. The bartender was one of the sweetest guys Sans had ever met. How could the skeleton not like him? And Sans had to admit, he was getting a little impatient. “You know what? Fine,” he said, looking back at Undyne. “I’m gonna tell him.”

Undyne looked genuinely surprised. “Really?”

“Yup.”

“Tonight?”

“Right now.”

“Oh my god.” Undyne whipped out her phone, pulling up her camera. “Fucking finally. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. Alphys! Alphys, it’s finally happening, come help me film this!”

Sans laughed, pulling his hands out of his pockets to fidget with his suspenders. “Thanks for the enthusiasm, but this is something I kinda want to do alone? Grillby’s a private guy. You’ll make him nervous.”

Undyne groaned. “Fine, but you better tell me how it goes!”

Sans gave her a thumbs-up. “Sure thing, captain.”

“I mean it!” she emphasized, jabbing a finger at his chest. “I want every detail.”

Sans chuckled. “I’ll make sure to ‘burn’ the moment in my memory. Now get out of here, they’re coming back.”

Grillby and Asgore rejoined the group, Grillby handing Frisk off to Toriel. “I believe it’s your turn, You Majesty.”

Toriel smiled a bit. “Now what have I told you about that? It’s just Toriel now.” She turned to the others. “Sans? Would you like to come as well?”

“I’ll c-come!” Alphys quickly interjected. “We sh-should all go! Except Sans and Grillby! G-Grillby just went, and, u-um… Sans, well…”

“I’m too lazy to go all the way up to the door,” Sans finished for her. “I’ll hang back here with Grillby. You all go on ahead.”

Toriel tilted her head, trying to figure out what Sans was planning before understanding hit her. She smiled a bit and nodded. “Alright, you two. Don’t fall too far behind.”

“This won’t take very long,” Sans assured her, waving them off. Frisk lead the way, and pretty soon it was just Sans and Grillby, walking side by side in the cool autumn evening.

Grillby adjusted his glasses, glancing curiously at Sans. “...alright. What is this all about? I can tell you’re plotting something.”

Sans chuckled. “Yeah, you’ve always been able to read me pretty well.” And somehow the bartender was still totally oblivious. “I just wanted to talk with you for a minute. Just you and me.” He stopped walking, looking Grillby up and down. “...y’know, you don’t look half bad in my jacket.”

Oh god. The fear of blushing and tipping Sans off returned at full force, Grillby swallowing hard. “Th-thank you? Um, I think you look nice, too. Dressed up, I mean.”

“Eh, you pull it off better.” Sans shrugged. “You know, you’ve been kinda quiet this evening. You doing okay?”

“I’m fine,” Grillby answered too quickly. He’d honestly been avoiding talking to Sans too much. Sans was far too good at flustering him and making him laugh. “Why do you ask?”

Sans huffed, fond as he tilted his head. “Well, I’ve been thinking. Hanging out with everybody is great and all, but I’d kinda like to spend more time with just you, y’know?” He rubbed the back of his neck, a little nervous. He didn’t want to make Grillby uncomfortable by being too direct, but he couldn’t be too subtle. Otherwise, it would go over the fire monster’s head. He took a deep breath and braced himself. “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go get breakfast or something sometime?”

Grillby nearly choked. What was Sans trying to say? Surely he wasn’t asking what Grillby wanted him to thought he might be asking. He felt his temperature rise without his permission and reflectively pulled up the hood of the jacket, covering his face with his sleeves. If anything, remembering that he was hiding in Sans’s jacket just made it worse. He tried to say something, but to his dismay, all he could get out was a flustered squeak.

That was about the reaction Sans was expecting. “Grillby? You okay?” Sans asked gently. He stepped closer, trying to move into the bartender’s field of vision.

“F-f-fine…!” Grillby managed. He was dead. He was going to die. This was a disaster.

“Heh, sure,” Sans mumbled, giving him a small smile. “Alright, if you’re gonna be shy about it, let’s try this a different way.” The skeleton reached up and gently took Grillby’s hands in his own, pulling them away. Grillby’s face was burning with beautiful shades of red, orange, and blue, all mixing together. Sans chuckled a bit, putting his hands on the bartender’s shoulders and making him lean over. “Come here, you dork.” He stood up on his toes, pulling the fire monster’s hood down as he did.

The light show when Sans kissed him was spectacular.

Papyrus, who had been watching the whole time, jumped out of the bushes. “OH MY GOD, SANS!” He was shortly followed by Undyne, Alphys, and Frisk, who were all rewatching the scene from Frisk’s phone.

“That was s-so cute!” Alphys gushed. “You’re so adorable t-together! I think it’s my new OTP.”

Grillby groaned, covering his face with one hand as Sans laughed. “I hate all of you.” He stopped as a hand slipped into his own, looking down at Sans.

Sans smiled up at him, still chuckling a bit. His gaze softened a bit as he ran his thumb over Grillby’s knuckles. “So,” he said quietly, “What do you say, firefly? Coffee this Saturday.”

Grillby smiled, finally letting himself blush without panicking. He laced their fingers together and gave the skeleton a gentle nod. “That sounds lovely.”

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it! If you did, consider leaving me a comment to tell me your favorite part. If you want to send me a prompt, my asks are open!

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nahoyaglock · 3 years

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hi!! omg firstly can we talk about how absolutely aesthetic ur blog is?? i literally had to rub my eyes to process how DAMN PRETTY IT ISSSS omg!! so, from what i understood requests are open so if i could please have a tamaki suoh comfort drabble where the reader is really insecure about their appearance? if it’s too much i apologize, i hope you have a nice day/night! don’t overwork urself luv <33 bye bye!

PLS WAIT THIS ASK MADE MY DAY IM QICHD SO HAPPY YOU LIKE IT OMG 🥺🥺 AND TOTALLY! I CAN DO THAT!! pls excuse this tho bc i havent watched ouran in like cjdj 3 years 😭😭 also im not sure if you meant facial wise or body wise so i opted w body, i hope thats okay, if you'd like another one thats facial wise just let me know!

!!sfw + comfort!!

bf!tamaki suoh x gn!reader

warning: use of daddy, tamaki calls himself daddy in the anime so i thought it would be more like him if it was added

you stood infront of the mirror, trying on different outfits, though none seemed to spark your interest. as a matter of fact, you didn't like the way you looked in them. you had been infront of the mirror for almost 2 hours preparing for your date with tamaki that you didn't even realize you were late.

you stared at your body in the mirror, you felt frustation at the way nothing fit the way you wish it would. you'd think, 'why doesnt it bend here, or curve here' and slowly the frustration grew into sadness. you plopped down onto the bed with a sigh and held you head in your hands, almost missing the sound of your door opening.

"y/n– baby are you okay?" you heard your boyfriend say, worry evident in his tone as he rushed to your side, kneeling infront of you. you sniffled and looked down at your boyfriend, wiping your tears with your sleeve. "t-tamaki," your broken voice cried out.

"hey, whats wrong baby? c'mere," he cooed to you as he sat next to you, enveloping you in his arms as he stroked your hair, placing small kisses on your forehead. "nothing i tried on looks right, i hate the way my body looks." he frowns as he hears this, grabbing your chin and lifting your head gently to look into your eyes.

"I think you look amazing in everything! your body may not be built the same as those who fit societys standards but that doesnt make it ugly baby. your body is beautiful the way it is and," he grabs your hands and stands up, pulling you with him as he places his hands on your waist, "i wouldn't want you any other way baby. your absolutely gorgeous in my eyes."

you pout at his words, holding back tears as he rubs your sides and places kisses along your jaw and atop your temple. he pulls back to look at the outfit your wearjng and his face lights up. "you look absolutely stunning in this baby!" he booms, and places a kiss to your lips. "daddy will make all your insecurities go away~"

#frobi.tamaki suoh #tamaki #tamaki suoh #tamaki x reader #tamaki suoh x reader #tamaki fluff #tamaki suoh fluff #tamaki imagine #tamaki suoh imagines #ouran high school host club

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yunopouts · 3 years

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sakura kiss - j. sungchan

in which you find him belting the words to a shoujo anime opening.

Not my gif

-> warnings: swearing

-> genre: romance, fluff, humour

-> high school au!

-> word count: ??

“Y/n, you know he likes you, so why not go for him?” a raven-haired girl asked as the two of you walked down the near empty hall of the High School. Scoffing to yourself, you looked out the window as you moved, shrugging.

“Because, Yuuto, I don’t like princely boys, they’re all sketchy to me.” The girl stopped, staring at you with a gaping mouth. “Don’t look at me like that, you look like a suffocating fish.” Her eyes popped out of her head at your comment, but it drew shut, her whole face turning red with fury. “Sorry,” you choked on a laugh. Rolling her eyes, she stomped away angrily as the silent laughter turned into an outburst. “Oh, come on! You know I didn’t mean it.” you said, after finally regaining your composure.

Jogging a bit to catch up with her, you made sure you didn’t leave out the countless apologies, which she finally accepted after you started to sing her favourite song, going off key many times, if any of you were wondering.

“Yuu, have you seen my phone?” you asked, to which the girl shook her head, her black frames sliding down her nose just a bit. “I must have left it in my locker then.” you guessed, continuing to walk with her to the lockers.

Turning the corner, the two of you walked down the stairs to the exit of the school, where groups of students crowded certain areas, the biggest one surrounding a tall boy with violet washed hair, a bright smile and many girls fawning over him. His eyes darted towards Yuuto, then next to her, lighting up when he saw you. As the crowd watched him leave and confidently stride over to you, many glares were sent your way, by girls and boys alike.

“Y/N!” he said with a smile that could basically blind a group of sixty people all at once. Letting out a heavy breath of air, you looked up, clearly not interested in him or whatever he was going to say next. “Wanna walk home together?”

A nervous laugh left your lips as you backed away. “Sorry Yukhei, but I have to go look for my phone.”

“I’ll come with you-” his smile dropped, watching you shake your head, rejecting his suggestion.

“No, no, it’s okay. I have work after anyways. Maybe another time, sorry.” you insisted, giving him a half smile before walking away so he could request nothing else.

Turning back the way you came, you thought about where your phone could have been. Trying to retrace your steps, you ended up in front of your last period class, worried that your mother might be calling you, or your manager texting you about a schedule change.

A loud voice came from inside, along with some clamouring, as you neared the classroom. Familiar lyrics of a well-known theme song were screeched out by a deep voice, followed by the guitar riff, which they imitated with their mouth. “KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE!”

When you slid the door open, the slamming of the wood against metal sadly caught the person’s attention; there they were, right before your very eyes, staring at you with their now wide, brown orbs. A familiar dark-haired boy from my class, wearing headphones, stood awkwardly under your amused gaze as the opening continued blaring through his ears.

“Hi.” you smirked as the boy’s entire face flushed red.

While you continued your solo staring contest, the heat that started in the boy's chest spread up his neck and rose to the roots of his hair.

“I- I wasn’t doing anything.” he blurted out instantly, even though you didn’t ask and despite the fact that you most definitely knew he had indeed been doing something.

‘What a dumbass. You don’t think she'd actually believe that, right?’ he could practically hear Chenle’s taunting voice right behind him.

“Ah, I see.” you nodded. “So, it wasn’t you who I just heard screaming the theme song to Ouran HighSchool Host Club?” your smooth voice was slick with sarcasm.

“Nope... that wasn’t me; you must be hearing things, y/n.” he shook his head, denying the claims that were very much so correct.

“It seems I have.” you squint. He watched as you pulled out a chair and sat in it, your eyes trailing over the boy's tall figure. “So, other than screaming bloody murder, what else have you been doing?”

You noticed how he tightened his grip on the blue broom he was holding in his hands. “What does it look like?” he scoffed. A sweet sound filled the room as you laughed at his reaction. “Damn that was fast.” you chuckled, grinning from ear to ear. ‘Ah, that’s a pretty smile,’ The boy thought.

‘Get your grades up and then you might have a chance of getting a girlfriend.’ Yuta’s words from last month echoed through my mind.

Of course, Sungchan doesn’t have a crush, you just have a nice smile. You know who also has a nice smile? Him. You don’t see Sungchan having a crush on himself, now do you? No, you don’t; cause he's not that self centered, talented, piss boy Kim Sunwoo.

“Right, right.” you sighed, resting your cheek on your fist. “Oh by the way, have you seen my phone around? It’s all black, with a black case, with a little black pocket pouch type thing that has a library card in it and a white sticker of a star on the case in the top right corner.” As you described the phone, Sungchan noticed how you used your hands to explain the small details of what was on the device.

“Desk.” the boy muttered and went back to sweeping the floor. You gasped excitedly and popped out of the chair, running up to the front to pick up the device. When he turned back around to throw something in the garbage, you were right back in your spot, as if you hadn’t moved. Has she been staring at me this whole time? Creepy. Sungchan thought.

‘Eh, don’t get ahead of yourself. Who’d be staring at you?’ Sunwoo’s voice rang through his head. Now, he’s never ever actually said that to Sungchan, but it just sounds like something that jerk-wad would scoff out.

“What are you still here for?” he asked, his tone coming out colder than he intended. The boy watched your soft smile morph into a grin.

“Got any clubs after this, Sungchannie?” you cocked a brow, tilting your head a little to the side.

“I have soccer practice, why?” he confirmed, only to make that scary smile deepen.

“Lemme walk you there.”

“Hah? What? No! I don’t need you. I’m a grown boy. Why would I need someone to walk me to practice?” he snorted.

“Well, we wouldn’t want the entire school to know that you know all the words to Sakura Kiss, now would we?”

Thinking over this very obvious blackmail, Sungchan considered the pro’s and con’s wisely, and after thinking long and hard about it, he chose to just let you escort him to practice. “Fine.” he agreed. You hissed out a ‘yes’ which sounded like a bike wheel with a hole in it, but you seemed happy, so he decided to let it slide. “But you promise not to tell?”

“Not a single soul.” you shook her head, promising you’d keep the secret.

“Okay, then let’s go as soon as I put the broom back,” he replied.

Jung Sunchan’s Pro’s and Con’s of walking or not walking with y/n to practice.

J.S.P.a.C.F.W.W.Y.N.T.P.

‘To walk or not to walk’ a simple yet not so simple list created by Jung Sungchan

Pro number 1. I get to practice and have a pretty girl beside me.

Con number 1. I’d most likely get teased by my teammates or Johnny or Yuta will try and charm her away from me.

Pro number 2. I walk to practice with a pretty girl.

Con number 2. Get made fun of for knowing the words to an anime opening.

Jung Sungchan. JinsuSungchan. Sungchannie. Jinsung.

All these names belong to none other than the strawberry-milk drinking, soccer playing, shoujo anime loving deer that is your classmate. Now, these are only things that you’ve observed from sitting two seats down from him- but they could still be quite useful in the future.

“So, Channie,” you gripped the strap of your book bag as you walked down the steps of the staircase in the west wing of the school. “How did you like the ending of Ouran?” you teased with a small smirk. Watching him roll his eyes, he grunt out a ‘shaddup’ and continued walking. “No but in all seriousness, what did you think of it?” you asked, nudging him a little bit. The boy felt a force tug at the corners of his lips as they pulled up into a small smile.

“Not what I was hoping for. Giving us all that build up, and for what? They hugged. The most anticlimactic ending I’ve seen. Is that so bad of me?” he said as you walked down the stairs side by side.

“I never thought you’d be so pissed about an anime’s ending.” An annoyed glare absorbed his confused look as his gaze met your eyes.

“Hey,” he said in a gruff tone. “I can like any sort of anime I want. I can also be pissed about any anime I want, so quit teasing me.” He pouted, looking away and crossing his arms defensively.

“No, no, of course you can; it’s just that… ya know, it’s kinda odd to hear of a seemingly…” You paused and looked him up and down, taking in his ‘vibe’. “Never mind.” you cut yourself off and started walking again.

“Wait no, what were you going to say?” he raced down the stairs to catch up with you, now that you were ahead.

“Nothing, it’s just that…” you stopped in the middle of the hall. “I’d understand if it were Tsuredure Children, because it just stopped randomly without telling us what happened to the rest of the characters- but definitely not Ouran.” you shrugged.

“Oh…” he said. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I am kinda pissed about Tsuredure Children.” he smiled brightly. You didn’t mean for it to happen, but a small smile creeped onto your lips and you were soon mirroring his expression, laughing as the two of you kept walking to the soccer field.

“Well… here we are.” He smiled, showing off the soccer field- students scattered across the grass warming up for practice.

“Ah, and so it seems.” You let out a sigh, watching the boys doing drills from post to post. You faced the tall boy. “Well then, have a good practice.” Turning on your heel, you began walking away when Sungchan called your name.

“You… won’t tell anyone, right?” He asked cautiously.

“You let me walk with you to practice, didn’t you?” You cocked your head to the side.

“Alright, cool.” The boy chuckled. “Thank you.” He smiled, his eyes forming crescents.

“Jinsung!” You heard a deep voice yell. “Hurry up, we’re gonna start soon!”

You both turned your heads towards the field, your gaze landing on a boy with shaggy white hair. You recognized him, he was older than you but was popular amongst all grades.

“Coming Yuta!” Sungchan turned back to look at you. “Thank you, again. See you tomorrow!” He waved goodbye before jogging towards the senior.

As you walked home, you thought back to your short time with your classmate.

His head tilts when he smiles… and his shoulders go up… and his eyes squeeze shut.

Stopping in your tracks, you realized what you just thought about as heat exploded in your chest.

Gripping your phone tightly, you continued your walk home, forcing yourself to try and think of something else.

“What was that?” Yuta asked, several boys crowding around the two.

“Who was that?” Yangyang asked, pushing away the hair that was sticking to his forehead.

“She’s in my class.” Sungchan explained, dropping his bag off in front of the bench.

“A girlfriend?” came a dramatic gasp from Jaemin, the team manager.

“W-what? No!” Sungchan exclaimed with wide eyes. “She- she blackmailed me and made me let her walk me to practice!”

“Sounds fake to me.” Chenle snorted. “Who would go through all that trouble to walk someone to practice.”

“I agree with him, dude.” Johnny, the eldest, spoke from behind Yuta. “Sounds like you’re trying to cover up a relationship.”

“Whatever, I don’t need to explain myself to twelve dudes who live and breathe sports.” the boy glowered.

“You just described yourself.” Chenle pointed out.

“Okay well none of you have girlfriends, so.”

“Actually, we all have girlfriends.” Jaehyun, Johnny, Yuta and Yangyang all raised their hands.

“Whatever. Just shut up and get back to practice.” Sungchan huffed, plopping down on the bench to change into his cleats. The rest of the team walked away, sniggering- all except for one.

“Heads!” a voice yelled. Sungchan’s head shot up, catching sight of the water bottle that was barreling towards him.

“Thanks,” he mumbled as the older boy sat down next to him.

“When’d you meet her?”

“A few months ago, but we’ve never really talked.”

“So what changed now?”

A bright red hue settled on Sungchan’s cheeks at his friend's question.

“She caught me singing Sakura kiss.” Jungwoo smiled down at the younger boy.

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he knocked Sungchan’s shoulder with his own. “Ouran was a good show.”

“She’s really pretty.” Jungwoo stated.

“Yeah,” said the sulky boy. “She really is.”

#nct dream #nct 127 #wayv #nct u #jung sungchan #sungchan fluff #jung sungchan fluff #nct fluff #nct u fluff #sungchan #nct 2020 #nct ot23

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prettyboykatsuki · 2 years

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ok i apologize for any discourse over my opinion on death note!! but ok so for me, my fave show is blue exorcist which is absolutely of course like idk not many ppl would agree w me on that. i like a very wide variety of dhows that i like, bc another fave of mine is ouran high school host club but also like i love bnha so so much. so like yes my views on anime r dumb in my own opinion.

i am huge on every detail of shows. there were some episodes of like bnha that i couldn’t get thru bc like. nomu. r just so unsettling for me. i’m absolutely bat shit fucking terrified of ryuk. granted that’s not the entire reason i dislike it, i just couldn’t get into it.

i apologize i was probably harsh with the wording of that, i will say that bc i didn’t need to b so rude abt it. but yeah maybe i’ll try watching it again in the future, there are just many aspects of it that i can’t get into.

hey beloved!!! please don't apologize!! i just thought the intensity of the opinion was interesting but you're entitled to your beliefs. i was joking bc i think it's a pretty bold take but i also nevr have any intent to harm and thank you for coming into my inbox again. you didn't do anything wrong!! i don't even think it was rude, ur certainly entitled to it. i was just surprised.

BLUE EXCORSIST IS A GREAT SHOW!! i only ask bc this let me know that maybe the pacing of death note is too slow for you. if you don't like seinen or psychological (which has less action) than i can understand why you feel that way. i find the whole thing interesting!!! thank u for telling me /gen

love u!!

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derireo · 3 years

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the workaholic ↦ tsumugi, tasuku, itaru, izumi

There was a reason why Izumi worked so hard.

A look into Izumi's self-worth and repressed memories.

「 3.3k words 」

cw: angst, hurt (no comfort), family issues. can be connected to my same age troupe series but doesn’t have to be.

Izumi didn't really like staying at home anymore.

Not after her dad left and her mom had to start juggling more jobs in order for them to have a few meals a week while on top of that paying for their bills.

She'd stay a little longer at school, hang around the lonely alleyways and shortcuts that ran along the neighbourhood, sit inside convenience stores until evening.

Just so that she wouldn't have to go back to an empty home.

Her passion for the things she used to love died out too, and she eventually quit her extracurriculars, including her theatre class.

She was grateful that she learned how to care for herself when she was young, but it was tiring. She didn't have enough clothes to wash when her mom rarely came home. There was no point in using the dishes if she was the only one eating. And if it meant saving more money, she wouldn't even turn the lights on in any of the rooms. Not even the washroom.

There were very few times when her mom would be able to spend the night at home with her, but again, there were few.

Izumi wanted to feel happy, seeing her mom's face, but it was hard when she always looked so tired. So angry.

They rarely talked when her mom was home, but Izumi would still cook her dinner and clean her room before she'd tuck in for the night.

And there were just some times when Izumi didn't want to be in her presence at all.

"You never do anything in this house." Her mom said one night in passing as Izumi was gathering their empty bowls.

The sentence caught Izumi off guard, making her pause in her ministrations. She looked up from the table to look at her mom in curiosity, and was met with an aggravated frown.

"All you do is stay out late and eat all the food that I work hard to put on the table." She complained quietly, tapping her finger against the wood that they sat at. "I don't recall you ever doing anything for this house."

"Mom, I–" Izumi's laugh was one out of pure disbelief, but her mother didn't let her finish.

"You're so useless.. You do nothing all day and complain about school and how you're always tired. You don't do anything. I'm the one working three jobs, for Chrissake." Her mom laughed in turn and ran a hand through her hair, standing up from the table with an exhausted shake of her head.

"I have work tomorrow. I'm leaving at four." She finished, standing to leave for her room. "Ungrateful brat."

And well; Izumi couldn't really say anything anyways. She took in a breath and made her way to the sink after she heard a door shut, a cold chill slowly running up her spine.

Her mom wasn't wrong. She wished she could do more, really.

"Welcome! Is this a job application?" A middle aged man bowed towards Izumi who held a neat folder for him to take, nodding her head to answer his question.

He opened the folder as Izumi clutched the strap to her schoolbag tightly. The man squinted at the few things on her resume and scratched his neck, offering Izumi an uneasy smile when he handed the file of papers back to her.

"You have all the traits we're looking for in a new employee," he said kindly, "but I fear you're too young for me to hire. I couldn't give you night shifts and graveyard like you asked anyway."

Izumi sighed, having already known the outcome. But she just couldn't let it go.

"I need this job." She said quietly, bunching the strap she held in her hand with a death grip. "I want to help ease my mom's burden."

And as much as she didn't want to use the guilt card, she really wanted the job. If it gave her an excuse not to be home, she'd gladly take it.

There was a frown, a pinch of the nose, and a sigh.

Suddenly, Izumi was being asked for her folder again and she quickly gave it back, her sad, doe eyes slowly regaining a bit of light.

"I'll send an email if I manage to get you the job." The middle aged man sighed once more, waving off a surprised Izumi who nearly shouted. "..Now go home."

"Thank you, Mister!" She saluted, regaining some newfound energy she never knew she had.

And with that, for the first time in months, did she go home before sunset.

She got the email a few days later during class. She was opening and closing her fliphone with a bored expression on her face as her teacher went to explain the difference between kanji and hiragana.

> From: [email protected] – I got you the job. Training starts next week at 4pm.

Izumi almost shouted. Almost.

What she did do was drop her phone in surprise, her legs jolting up and clambering against her desk. The loud noise obviously disturbed everyone around her and she floundered when her teacher glared.

"Something interesting happening over there, Tachibana?" He grouched with a frown, to which the classmates around her either giggled or whispered as she fumbled to grab her phone from the floor.

Her smile was elated, but at the same time panicked, and she shook her head in denial. Shoving her phone into her skirt pocket (that she had to sew in herself), Izumi straightened her tie.

"No, Sir. Just a rat startling me."

And like many other times, Izumi was the starter of chaos, everyone in the room beginning to panic at the idea of having a real rat inside of the school.

The class ended with all of the desks in disarray, and a flustered Izumi bowing in apology to her teacher who had his arms crossed.

And Izumi absolutely loved her job. Although it was busy on weekdays because students would visit after school, she loved the rush; she loved feeling like she was doing something.

She loved the feeling of being useful.

Time would fly by as if she was only working for an hour so; sometimes she wouldn't even want to leave once the next worker would come in for their shift.

She was a fast learner too, and her manager, that middle aged man, would watch with an impressed expression on his face.

Graveyard shift was another thing, but if it meant Izumi wouldn't have to be stuck home alone with her thoughts, she'd take any day they had to offer.

It was a boring shift, usually receiving visits from overworked business men or the occasional drunkard who needed something to sober up.

There were a few times where she'd have customers who were around her age; kind of odd, but at the same time not really.

There was one guy her age who would visit at around midnight to three in the morning, and a duo that would come by at six-thirty sharp.

"Energy drinks again? Chigasaki-san." She would scold the boy who donned a pair of glasses and their school's tracksuit.

His visit was always quick, and he never opened his mouth to speak to her after the night he introduced himself that one time.

"I see Takato-san has dragged you out again." She would comment when the two boys would stalk in; the taller one buying water bottles while the blue haired one would eat a breakfast snack.

The interesting thing with this duo was that, the blue haired boy would stay inside and accompany Izumi while the other would perform his daily morning jog; something that the young girl found distasteful.

"Are you sure you'll be okay going to school?" The boy would ask her every day he visited. He found out that when Izumi did graveyard shifts on a Sunday or weekday, she would head to school right after, not even bothering to take a nap or a break.

And to put the blue haired boy's mind to rest, the other friend would walk in; barely having broken a sweat: "We can walk her there. Let's go."

And this duo– she thought she would forever be grateful for them. They took care of her whenever she was barely able to herself; walking her home after they finished their classes at their own school and helping her with her assignments before forcing her to go to sleep on the days she didn't have graveyard.

But the thing was, when she met those three again while trying to revive the theatre her father left neglected, she didn't seem to remember any of them.

Meeting Itaru Chigasaki again was like meeting him for the first time, and he was surprised, but at the same time not. With how often he visited her konbini back then, maybe he would have stuck in her subconscious, but, maybe not. He didn't try to make conversation with her back then anyways so he couldn't blame Izumi for anything.

Meeting Tasuku Takato and Tsumugi Tsukioka again was much the same for her.

Tsumugi was devastated that she couldn't remember them, and Tasuku, annoyed.

"Oh. I don't really remember anything that happened during my high school days." Izumi had said in passing one afternoon when Muku asked her if she had experienced anything similar to the story of Ouran High School Host Club.

There was an incredulous gasp from Muku, saying that it shouldn't be possible. High school was probably a significant time in your life when you were still young!

"I just remember working and studying a lot. And I rarely stayed at home?" She answered him with a question and frowned, scratching her head. "It kept me busy because the house was always empty and I had nothing better to do."

"Eh? So then how did you get back into theatre?" Tenma asked from his side of the couch, squinting at Izumi through the sunglasses he didn't bother taking off after coming home.

"When Sakyo gave me no other choice but to save the company."

"But there was also the letter that Matsukawa sent, right?" Sakuya piped up, tilting his head. "I feel we would have been in a lot of trouble if she never got it."

"Yeah, I don't even remember what I was doing before I got that letter, honestly. It had nothing to do with theatre that's for sure." Izumi scratched her cheek.

Speechless, Tasuku plopped himself down in the chair that sat beside Izumi's side of the couch, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Do you remember anything between the ages of fifteen and nineteen?" He inquired, frown etched onto his face as both he and Tsumugi shot each other a look from either side of the room.

Itaru chewed at his granola bar with an unreadable expression on his face, but secretly anticipated Izumi's answer just like everyone else.

"Not really." She responded slowly, looking over at the man who sat beside her. Tasuku huffed out a breath; already giving up on receiving a satisfying answer.

"Do you remember any friends from high school?" Tsumugi inquired next, resulting in an excitable nod from Muku who had regained his energy.

Izumi frowned.

"I didn't have any."

Itaru sighed; feeling like they were going nowhere with all of this nonsense and beating around the bush.

"Yes you did." The blond argued albeit not as aggressive as he wanted to.

He couldn't be upset or annoyed when he didn't even try to become friends with her back then. He recalled the many nights he ignored her after their first meeting, never looking into her eyes as she tried to start a conversation with him.

But even if he wasn't her friend, he at least knew that Tasuku and Tsumugi were. He'd see them walk her to school every single morning and watch as they'd tentatively walk away as Izumi got scolded for the umpteenth time for arriving so late.

Izumi fell silent at Itaru's response and awkwardly crossed her arms over her chest; becoming defensive at his tone.

"How would you know?" She tried to keep her voice level, but she sounded small and embarrassed.

Tenma, Muku, and Sakuya began to frown at this new side of the director.

Tsumugi decided to pipe up at this time, eager to let the attention on the director snap towards him.

He gripped at his wristwatch with meekness riddling his features as he spoke. "Tasuku and I were your best friends in high school."

And then the lounge room went silent.

Tasuku visibly relaxed in his seat once the cat was out of the bag, and the three younger members with them whipped their heads to look between the Winter Pair in shock.

Izumi's face warmed.

"That isn't right." She shook her head and shrunk into the couch; still in disbelief. If that were the case, she wouldn't have said she didn't have any friends in the first place.

She wasn't exactly the best person to be around in high school and she always struggled to be interesting. How could she have friends when all she did was work, work, work?

How could she have friends when it felt like she'd been alone her whole life?

It...didn't make sense.

Not to Izumi at least.

"I didn't have time to make friends." She murmured, wrapping her arms around herself to get rid of the sad chill that crawled up her arms. "And the ones I had before left me when I quit theatre."

Tasuku pinched his nose between his fingers while Itaru flipped his phone in his hand several times, Tsumugi watching the gears turn in Izumi's head only to end up with them stuttering and breaking down.

Was she only remembering the bad things? Or was she repressing memories that she didn't want to remember?

...Did she want to forget them?

Tsumugi anxiously tapped his fingers against his knee. "You don't remember us."

"I don't think I've ever seen you two before I came to Veludo." Izumi twisted her fingers in the fabric of her sleeves. "Itaru made it sound like we knew each other too which is weird."

To Tsumugi it seemed like her brain was refusing access to this specific part of her life; the memories so heavily blocked that she couldn't retrieve them. Couldn't remember them.

Her high school days were so bad that she grew to learn how to send them all the way to the back of her mind; never to be seen again.

It was like she was experiencing repressed memory...

And, well, Tsumugi understood the severity of that at the very least.

Tasuku and Itaru on the other hand couldn't understand.

They couldn't find themselves to.

"I don't think there's a point to this conversation anymore." The violet eyed man resigned with a hint of aggravation swirling around his tone.

It looked like he was seething from where he sat beside Izumi, strong arms curled around his chest as his glaring eyes stared at Tsumugi who had an expression full of sadness.

"If it was that easy to forget us after all those years spent together then I don't want to hear anymore of this."

Tsumugi could feel the hairs on his arm stand at the icy tone lacing Tasuku's voice.

"Just let her explain why—"

"Why? Why what?" Tasuku tittered. His blood was starting to boil; he could feel the steam coming out of his ears.

It was unfair. Along with Tsumugi he spent four years taking care of Izumi only for her to forget them? Those early mornings and late nights they spent with her to make sure she was staying alive wasn't enough to have them ingrained in her brain?

She was ungrateful enough to forget all they had done for her? Feed her meals, keep her company, help her forget that she was alone?

She was like family to them. Was it not the same for her?

If she left the company, would she forget them a second time?

They never knew where she went after graduation.

"She was barely able to do anything back then. Who helped her pass sciences, math, and the like? Who helped her in literature? Comprehension?" Tasuku listed off angrily, unable to notice the way Izumi was shrinking in her seat while at the same time staring off into space.

It was like her ears were filled with cotton.

"Who carried her home every single night when she was barely able to stand from exhaustion? Who fed her meals to make sure she wasn't starving?" The Winter Troupe member continued, vision going red with anger as he remembered all of the times a limp Izumi would hang off his back.

Remembered the tears that would stain the back of his uniform.

He shook his head.

"I've never met someone so damn ungrateful. She would've been useless without us, Tsumugi." The exasperation in his voice was clear.

Izumi pursed her lips, ears picking up the words like she was resurfacing from a huge body of water.

"Tasuku." Tsumugi scolded—

Useless. Izumi mused.

His anger was understandable. If what all that Tasuku had said was true, she couldn't blame the betrayal and hurt they felt.

But as much as she wanted to remember, she couldn't pick anything up from her high school days.

What else could she remember other than the feeling of coming back to an empty home and a mother who ignored her existence?

...Tasuku was right.

But it still hurt.

She tried to ignore the words Tasuku was spewing in order to save herself, but it was futile.

She was useless for not being able to remember.

She was useless for not doing anything.

Useless for doing everything she could and it still not being enough.

What even was considered enough?

Stop thinking.

The empty house. The molding walls. The lonely bed.

Her mother—

Fuck! Just snap out of it.

"Er...Sorry." She laughed to cover up the fact that she was on the verge of tears. She shook as she struggled to get off the couch. Her sudden apology made Tasuku stiffen as Tsumugi and Itaru watched their director with shocked expressions.

The weight of the situation suddenly felt real. Very real.

Should— should they look away? Tenma, Muku, and Sakuya had already left once Tasuku went on his mini rampage because they were terrified of what was to come.

So it was only the four adults left.

"I just remembered something." She pointed her thumb behind her in the direction of the hallway, smiling as she did so. "I'm backstage crew for this theatre's rehearsal tonight, so... I have to go get ready."

She bowed deeply to the three men who sat there in stunned silence, profusely bending her body so that she wouldn't show her face as she backed away, only swiftly turning around when she reached the hallway.

"I'll offer her a ride." Itaru spoke up after a good minute of silence and stood up from his spot on the couch.

Silence blanketed the lounge room like a cloud wrapping around an airplane once the blonde left to grab his keys from mini table beside the stairs.

Tasuku brought his hand to his face to hopefully wipe away the stress that was riddling his features.

The rattle of Izumi's own keys were heard down the hallway, footsteps rushed as papers rustled in her hands while she bolted towards the stairs.

"Izumi, I can drive—" Itaru murmured once her hand reached the railing of the stairs, but was interrupted by her wavering voice.

"I don't need it. I'll be fine." She laughed a little, just to ease Itaru's worries if he had any but refused to look him in the eye as she walked down the stairs. "I'll call, if anything."

Itaru twirled his keys back into his palm and cleared his throat. Yeah, that's fine.

"Stay safe." He called out in his soft spoken voice.

"Yeah." Came her response, then the sound of the front door slamming shut.

He shuffled towards the kitchen window not too long after, to see Izumi sprinting down the street with a teary grimace.

Huh. He recalled a time when he came across a similar expression up on the school's rooftop.

But he had left her there just as quick as he had come.

#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#act! addict! actors!#tasuku takato #tsumugi tsukioka #itaru chigasaki #izumi tachibana #dr: same age troupe #?

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cherdream · 3 years

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nct dream as shoujo anime

a/n: i said blue bird would get a sequel but as i was writing it i felt it was better left without one. so i apologize for not keeping my promise. i also have no idea why i thought of this but romance animes have a funny amount of tropes so why the heck not. also please take this with a grain of salt. it was purely made for entertainment. also if you didn’t watch any romance animes then there’s a lot of spoilers. yes, i am still on hiatus. i’ll probably be back after all my college decisions come out :)

mark: he reminds me of tohru just a tiny bit. since tohru always looks out for others and keeps her problems to herself. like when she silently cries over her mother’s death without relying on others. mark in dream was a leader to the members and he always tried to look out for them not only because he has to but because he wants to. mark is the glue of nct dream as tohru is the glue to the sohmas.

renjun: the tsundere trope. there’s so many tsundere main characters in anime and i thought it was befitting of our boy, renjun. often times trying to fight his members is his way of showing “love”. a prince tsundere in the making. like a mild kyo in my opinion, mild because kyo’s character is more violent than renjun but they’re both very sensitive with certain topics. the kyo to mark’s tohru. tsunderes aren’t just people with unjustified anger (some are tho). they’re people who don’t fully understand how to channel their feelings in a better way and tend to protect themselves by being strong and sometimes distant.

jeno: is very patient and calm almost like those black haired male leads minus the rudeness that some of them have. kind of gives me sakura vibes from horimiya. how she’s kind and calm amongst most of the characters and doesn’t really show her feelings much at the beginning. he also reminds me of miyamura because like jeno miyamura is seen as quiet and gloomy but once he befriends hori he starts showing his feelings and becomes a more dynamic character, being aggressive with my friends. the members represents hori and her friends because jeno at first seems quiet, but once you watch more nct content jeno is much more than just a quiet person. he can be aggressive and funny at times as well because people don’t have flat personalities. (oh lord this got so long, my bad)

donghyuck: that funny guy in the group of friends. you know what i mean? there's the stoic main character and the kind heroine and then there's that one brightly colored hair guy that’s making fun of people and is the extroverted friend of the stoic male lead. i don’t know how to explain this. been ages since i’ve watched a good romance anime. chenle and him kind of remind me of the twins from ouran highschool host club.

jaemin: reminds me of shouta kazehaya, the nice guy in romance animes, who most of the time never gets the girl. jaemin is extremely popular even before debut and was always nice to people. jaemin is also seen to be very caring of the members and not partaking in donghyuck’s bets and games. like that time renjun lost and had to clean the table, but jaemin kindly tried to help him. similar to how kazehaya defends and helps sawako. kazehaya is also popular and outgoing. he’s the male lead to our heroine, jisung.

chenle: his personality is similar to donghyuck, being the bright haired and cheeky character. the one saying the wrong thing that leads to the female lead misunderstanding the male lead, but of course unintentionally. reminds me of those boisterous female characters; the one’s that are always smiling and befriending everyone like a deredere. of course, chenle isn’t a 2D character and has his bad days or quieter days.

jisung: he feels like kuronuma sawako from kimi ni todoke. the whole shy and bad at communications that sawako struggles with is similar to jisung. since he isn’t good with strangers and is pretty shy with them. minus the whole creepy vibe sawako would be portrayed to have. however, instead of a male lead helping her, jisung has the members. i also feel like he’d have that cliche falling scene. the one where the girl falls and lands on the male lead. jisung just has the innocent trait that most heroines have.

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amphii-writes · 3 years

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Random Haikyuu Head Canons I Have

these are all taken from my discord server cause i remember to write them there, if you want to request fanfics, my requests are W I D E open! there is also nO order! these are just all the headcanons i could find tbh

warnings: mentions of blood, and just overall wild times, swearing

Asahi loves knitting sweaters because his shoulders are broad and he also loves seeing the reactions from his teammates when they get a sweater from him! He says he buys them but he doesn’t

Aone likes knitting socks because he has big feet and he loves fluffy knee high socks but his team will never know

Asahi and Aone regularly hang out and knit together! (after asahi wasnt scared of him anyways)

Nishinoya gives you shiny rocks he finds because “your eyes shine like them!”

Yamaguchi likes to have your head rest on his chest while cuddling!

Aone likes to bake

Aone dressed like a polar bear because koganegawa told him to- halloween was amazing

daICHI HAS A KISS THE COOK APRON

Daichi secretly can make some kick ass steak and is amazing at grilling sorry

Okay but real talk, Kenma and Yaku swear like sailors and it scares everyone because they always whisper the most foul, insulting things under their breath. Hearing it is like seeing a cryptid

Speaking of cryptids, Fukunaga and Shibayama are THE most true crime, mythology, and mystery obsessed fanatics on the team and often fanboy about it together

Fukunaga’s obsession with moth man has gotten to an unhealthy stage

Kenma absolutely had a vampire phase and has read twilight. Only Kuroo knows and has sworn to secrecy via blood pact

Kuroo’s a musical nerd. Knows all of the lyrics to Hamilton, BMC, DEH, Heathers, Rent, Beetlejuice, Etc. Kenma considered dropping him because of it

Iwaizumi tells the worst dad jokes and Kyotani, wanting to beat him, started doing it too and it drives everyone insane

Yahaba and Matsukawa get along surprisingly well. Both are true crime freaks and bond over their forensic files obsessions

Matsukawa didn’t really like his thick eyebrows so he got one of his female friends to pluck it for him, but almost cried and gave up after the first hair. Oikawa called him a pussy for the next year

Hanamaki jokingly flirts with everyone on the team so most of them just got used to it, but it still confuses Kindaichi to the point of mental breakdown

Makki called Kyotani ‘puppy’ as a joke once and now mad dog is truly terrified of him

Kyotani’s dog absolutely ADORES Oikawa and it’s the funniest shit to the rest of the team

Mattsun and Makki play DnD and once convinced Yahaba and Kyotani to join. Kyotani kept rolling to fight everyone and Yahaba was a bard that kept rolling to seduce everyone. They kept yelling across the board so they had to kick them out

Outside of his school uniform, Goshiki specifically wears only plaid

Tendou makes little chocolates for the whole team every once in a while so they don’t think he’s scary

Semi and Shirabu once had a fistfight in an abandoned McDonald’s parking lot while Tendou filmed and Goshiki cheered them on

Everybody makes fun of Shirabu’s haircut but nobody dares to say it to his face. its gotten to the point where they say he got it done by a blind old lady

There’s a running joke about Shirabu also getting his haircut from prison but Goshiki is starting to suspect that it may not be a joke

Yamagata and Tendou are good friends with the mutual goal of collecting as much blackmail on their team as possible

Tendou loves animals generally considered to be ‘ugly’ like rats, crows, reptiles, etc.

80% of Goshiki’s playlist is shit overplayed on the radio. Him, Shirabu, Tendou, Kawanishi and Ushijima have a permanent ban from the aux cord

Nobody watches YouTube with Ushijima because he never skips the damn ads (other than tendou)

Suna once said y’all’dn’t’ve unironically and made a first year cry

Akagi once said UwU unironically and had an identity crisis.

Osamu has one of those rainbow gaming keyboards and is constantly on a discord call. Atsumu always yells weird shit in the background to embarrass him and once pretended to be him

During Seijoh group chat arguments. Hanamaki and Mattsukawa like to drop facebook minion memes in just to piss everyone off even more

mattsun and maki both have separate photo albums in their phones labelled ‘minion memes to piss everyone off’

Hinata carries a pocket knife and no one has no fucking idea why

mattsun and maki both have matching rat fursuits that look like they actually where in a sewer- they chased oikawa around

For all his talk of plant analogies and metaphors, Ushijima cant grow shit

Goshiki’s Bangs are the way they are because his favorite character was Rock Lee from Naruto

Oikawa has watched Ouran High School Host Club front to back so many times and he can quote all of Tamaki’s lines by heart -He keeps bothering Iwaizumi to “be his Haruhi, since you’re shorter than me”

Koganegawa has definitely gone as an Angry Bird for Halloween

Fukunaga has those reflective cat eyes, and he has terrified Yamamoto on several occasion

Hanamaki and Matsukawa have a teddy bear that they pretend is their child and they share custody

Suga always sprays whipped cream straight into his mouth whenever he sees a can

Nishinoya definitely bit people as a kid

Nishinoya would be the guy to wear shorts all year round and even if it's snowing, he'll insist he's not cold

Tendou is still stuck in his emo phase and would fangirl over Creepypasta with me and I appreciate that (me too buddy, me fuckin too)

Kyoutani LOOKS like he’d listen to viking death metal, but in reality he listens to Mother Mother and knows all the words to Ghosting

Sugawara would definitely encourage me to dumb shit and not stop me, and you’re all dumb for thinking he wouldn’t

KENMA IS NOT ‘uwu owo’ SHY, HE IS ‘your fucking gross’ SHY SO LITERALLY STFU

Bokuto listens to Nicki Manaj. And knows all the words. To every. Single. Song.

Ushijima for some reason knows an odd amount of 90′s-2000′s R&B and he will hum along to the songs if they come on the radio (he also loves Dolly Parton) ((he says he relates to her music))

Bokuto once ate instant ramen for an entire month

TERUSHIMA DID TRY TO FUCK A PLANT WHILE SHITFACED AND GOD I STAND BY WHAT I SAID

atsumu let’s you put makeup on him and pretends to eat the brushes (do yk what im talking about- like n o m)

tendou ran for school president as a joke but actually won

i 100% believe that all of karasuno’s third years apologize when they bump into inanimate objects, but when suga is really tired or stressed out, he’ll yell at them instead.

Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Taketora have a group chat called "Bros who want sum hoes" and they send each other hypebeast memes and shit

Sugawara knows how to do a bunch of flexible shit because he sometimes goes to yoga with daichi and asahi's moms, its fucking hilarious

tanaka and noya both breakdance- they work as a team and sometimes go to tokyo for underground competitions- saeko drives them

Daichi knows a little ballet- nobody other than Kiyoko knows because they saw each other at the ballet class and had to work together- dont tell tanaka and noya that he lifted her though

Osamu once put glitter on Atsumu's pillow- he still finds hot pink glitter on shit

kita knits and crochets with his grandma

Kita's grandma knows everyone's names because kita talks shit bout them, her favorite is Aran

Kuroo has burnt his eyebrows off doing an experiment. His goggles didn't cover all his brows,,, so he just showed up to practice like that. No eyebrows and a chemical burn

kenma has played all kinds of games, but he was dared to play corpse party by kuroo. He wasn't scared because of the gore, he was thinking about the trauma the characters went through. Punched kuroo the next day because that game was fucked up

Lev isn't a strong swimmer, so he often grabs people by the head to keep himself up. happened with kenma and lev couldn't walk due to the force of kenmas suprised water kicks

akaashi has those fancy pens that you have to dip in ink and they're so nice

Bokuto has and will eat pencil erasers again

Daichi once almost lost his shit at his team but instead he lost his shit at the door that decided to stub his toe on the way out of the gym. not the best thing to be found yelling to.

Yamaguchi for sure has been dragged to one of terushimas parties because he didnt wanna say no. oh and terushima has like frat boy level parties too. Yams has for sure had some wild nights and doubts anyone other than Tsukishima and the party-goers will ever know

Akaashi can actually flirt very well! He reads romance novels sometimes and has analyzed any and every book in his possession! so he's actually quite charming

Daihsou unironically posted on twitter after mika broke up with him "I still see her shadows in my room"

Mattsun and Maki run a fake oikawa account; its been going ever since twitter even started getting popular and they even started sending messages in spanish. The posts would range from "I love all my fans!" to flirting with them :) Oikawa is pissed cause the account got verified before he did and most of his fans also follow the fake oikawa. Tooru has no idea who runs it JUST IMAGINE OIKAWA JUST LIKE RANTING TO THE SEIJOH 3RD YEAR ALUMNI AND JUST "no Iwa-chan, you dont understand! they run a fake account and pretend to be me!" while makki and mattsun laugh their asses off

Oh, kenma for sure has pretended to be a girl on discord and has gotten someone to buy him stuff. after they do he says in his normal voice "fucking simp" and then hangs up and blocks the other persons discord

Yamamoto, despite his rough appearance, loves kids and has and will be a human jungle gym

suna in middle school had a game with his friends about who could make kids cry the fastest

The twins switched places back in middle school and nobody could tell because of how great they are at acting like eachother

Daichi once arrested coach ukai for public intoxication after a game :|

Daichi has arrested many people from his old volleyball team but the most memorable case was when he arrested tanaka and noya for reckless driving. poor idiots got so scared when they saw their old captains face in their mirror and started to pray

tanaka, while trying to intimidate someone, once said "You dont gotta tell me twice, i may be straight but these hands are bisexual" and he often cringes at night thinking about it

Kageyama, as a comeback to Tsukishima, said "one thing about us royalty is that we love to feast" and he also fuckin hates what he said

the third years made a cult for Kiyoko. they chant every wednesday "i'll do anything for kiyoko, she makes me go loco"

oikawas fangirls are known to be fucking rabid

yAMAMOTO AND KENMA AFTER THEIR FIGHT WERE FORCED BY KUROO TO MAKE IT UP: so they dyed their hair together

Makki and mattsun sang two trucks in front of the entire team. everyone was so confused. Makki: "twO TRUCKS HAVIN SEX!!" Mattsun: "oH yEs!"THEY'D SWITCH OFF AND HAVE LIKE CHOREOGRAPHY TOO LIKE THEY'D DO A TANGO WHILE THE SONG IS LIKE "two beer trucks, making love"

tendou once called Oikawa "mr. no-nationals" and got kicked in the shins before iwaizumi could save him

Tsukishima had a my little pony phase

you work with matsukawa at a morgue and he makes dead people jokes while you fix some dead guys face with wax and makeup he'd be like "so didnt he like,,, stick his head out of the sunroof of a moving fuckin car??" he'd be singing dumb ways to die the entire day

i feel like Kuroo has one crazy accident a year. like it might not be deadly but its fucking crazy like for example: Kuroo for sure has ridden in a shopping cart at past midnight with kenma (who pushed him down a hill) causing Kuroo to get scratched up hella well. he lied and said he spent the night with a girl and kenma fucking hated himself cause he would be the girl if that was true

Mattsun has flirted with the 4th years moms before (AS A JOKE), and because of this: he is known as “fuckin milf hunter” sometimes by the team

Warning, this next headcanon is talking about cannabis, weed, mary jane, the zoink root. so if your uncomfortable, please dont read below :)

dude i wanna get high as SHIT with Asahi

i think Asahi would be one of those mfkers who takes one hit and is gone

ASAHI ACCIDENTALLY GOING TO PRACTICE ZOINKED

IMAGINE HIM SEEING TSUKISHIMA AND JUST "he looks so judgemental,,, im scared"

OR LIKE A MAD DAICHI AND JUST "i'm gonna,,, im gonna go jump out the window now"

Noya and Tanaka would know tho, i feel like they'd have a 6th sense when it comes to weed. they probably get some from Saeko cause she'd rather they do it in the house. they'd smell asahi like fucking dogs and just so,,, big guy had fun without us huh?

DAICHI WOULD KNOW ABOUT ASAHI BEING ZOINKED, SMASH HIS FACE INTO THE WALL, TURN AROUND WITH A RED MARK ON HIS FOREHEAD AND WITH A BEAMING SMILE AND FEUX ENTHUSIASM SAY: "YOSH, LETS WARM UP!"

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu!!#haikyuu crack #haikyuu boys #haikyuu x reader #haikyū!!#haikyu x reader

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ootori-sibs · 3 years

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Kyoya's second shot

Episode 1: The shadow plan

Hello everyone! This is a new fic that I think you'll enjoy if you enjoy the summer camp fic! It picks up immediately after the anime, with of course a break for the host's to spend their summer holiday. It's not connected to the summer camp fic but has similar themes. Enjoy!

"So? Do we have a deal?"

Kyoya hummed in thought, slowly nodding at the woman on the other side of the screen. He'd spent a long time deliberating over this, months even, practically the entire summer holiday. It had been seeing his friends all happy and put together that pushed him to make this decision; if they can be so wonderful and happy then why couldn't he?

The woman nodded, a smirk playing on her lips. "And I'll get my company?"

"Of course, you'll be the primary advisor for him. Only after he becomes my husband, that is our deal." He clicks his pen and writes in his little notepad. "So that will be all hm?"

23:38 - Eclair has agreed to our deal, I will write up a contract soon to make sure there's no attempt at a breach of contract.

The woman- Eclair nodded, a vindictive smile on her face, an expression that sent shivers down Kyoya's spine. "Of course, Ootori. That's what we agreed on, not that I agree with your-" She looks him up and down, silently scoffing. "-lifestyle. But I do adore this plan of ours. Do tell me how you plan on seducing a taken man? Or did you forget about that little detail?"

Kyoya let a little growl at that, clenching his fists instinctively. "That's not for you to worry about, you're not exactly an example of purity in that regard, Eclair." He sighed, putting his note book down. "I will write up a contract for you, you'll see it soon. Au revoir, Eclair."

He ended the video call and sighed, flopping down onto his bed. God he felt awful going behind his friends like this- especially talking to Eclair of all people. But it had to be done, he simply couldn't take this kind of pain anymore. Something had to be done or he was literally going to lose his goddamn mind.

The first day back at school was going to be hell, Kyoya knew this from the moment the holidays had started, a month into the break he'd stopped agreeing to go on club outings with the group. He'd used so many excuses they'd even come to his house once to make sure he was alright. He felt so guilty for this, but he just couldn't do it- he wasn't strong enough. He'd definitely spiralled since the end of his second year- he barely had the strength to argue with his brother these days, Akito had begun to call him weekly to make sure he was alright, Akito never showed that much care.

The moment Kyoya woke up on Monday, he knew he had to get right to work. He sat at his vanity, staring into the cold, dead eyes that had viewed the world so coldly before the hosts came into his life. He sighs, it'll all go back to playing happy families once he does what he needs to. He's only hurting himself feeling guilt like this. He takes his little palette of makeup, making sure to hide any signs of tiredness or stress with concealer and foundation. He capitalised on the sharpness of his eyes with some eyeliner, only a hint of the lightest purple eyeshadow he could find and just a little bit of blush. He made sure to do his lips in a nice deep and dark plum shade, he'd only ever worn makeup twice before, but he knew a little from watching Fiyumi do her magic. Not to mention he'd done his research.

He had brought a small flask to school with him, just a little one, stolen from his father's office. It wasn't anything too strong, just some honey whiskey, he didn't even know what was in the flask until he'd taken a sip. He sighed heavily and stepped out of his limo and through the gates of the school, instantly there were eyes on him, he wasn't sure if it was because of his host status or his makeup. If it was the latter he couldn't care less if they judge him, they've seen him in worse.

He slowly made his way to his classroom, taking out his notebook to take notes on anything interesting he notices.

7:39 - Seika Ayanokoji has a new bag, likely bought for her by her father. It's one of the new lunar releases from the twins mother, I notice she doesn't appear to have the matching heels- but it's possible that she simply chose to not wear them to school. Further investigation will be needed.

7:43 - The one dubbed 'Princess Teacup' has been spotted on the phone with her fiancé, near the window opposite her classroom door. They're discussing his roommate owning a glass tea set, nothing too much of note, but the idea of a glass tea set sounds like something the club should invest in. I will discuss this with Tamaki.

7:50 - Kuze and his friends are blocking the corridor, he's bragging to his friends about something or other that his fiancée did for him over the holiday. Unfortunately I will have to go the long way around, I may even arrive after Tamaki does.

When he finally got to the classroom, Tamaki was already sitting there- just as Kyoya had predicted. Kyoya closed his eyes, bracing for whatever Tamaki may say- because he knows it's going to be extra. He's instantly proven right as Tamaki rushes at him, hugging him tightly and muttering words in both English and French, only settling back into Japanese when he's calmed down slightly. "Kyoya, Mon Ami! Are you alright?? Feeling better? Come on Kyoya, let's sit down."

He drags Kyoya over to their seats, staring at him in worry. He's clearly waiting for Kyoya to say something, but Kyoya just sighs- causing Tamaki to interrupt him before he could even begin to speak. "Kyoya, please speak to me… we were all so worried about you…" Yet they'd only elected to visit him once, only once over the entire summer holiday had they cared enough to come and check on him- even his brother cared more than that. Sure, Kyoya loved Tamaki with his entire heart, but he could still feel bitter and hurt for the neglect of the care Tamaki was trying to imply.

"Apologies, Tamaki." Kyoya didn't want to apologize, he had nothing to apologize for. But he knew he had to keep Tamaki happy, that was the most important thing here- keep the king happy. But for some reason this made Tamaki frown, guilt in his eyes. Kyoya didn't understand it, he'd stepped down from any argument that might arise, he'd let Tamaki's words hit without any fighting back, and Tamaki was sad?

"Why are you apologising?"

To placate you. That was what the truth was, but Kyoya knew he couldn't just say that. He sighed for the second time this morning, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "For the mild amount of concern I appear to have caused you and the others." It was honest, when they'd come to visit that one time- Kyoya had gotten angry at them; how dare they care when he is so unable.

Tamaki sighs, for one of the first times, he looks tired. "Alright Kyoya, just remember you can always talk to me. Alright?" Kyoya just nodded in response to that, taking out his notebook.

8:14 - Tamaki appears to be expressing worry towards me. He lies about the entire club worrying and seemed almost surprised when I chose to apologize in order to placate him.

Up in the club room, they were getting ready for the first session of the year. When each club member walked in, the first thing they did was ask Kyoya if he was feeling better, it was highly disorientating. But it wasn't until Haruhi walked straight up to him and said; "if you're having mental health issues, senpai- I can recommend a couple of resources," with a caring smile on her face, that Kyoya realised why they were being so considerate of his presence…. They were trying to show the care that Tamaki had implied, and Haruhi even had the nerve to assume she knew what Kyoya's problem was.

It was disgusting. How dare they care so much, where were they when he was actively spiralling? Off doing whatever nonsense they were up to. Now he actually had a plan to get what he's always wanted, they decide to care about him? They had two whole years to care, they don't get a third chance. Kyoya simply sat in silence when the others were doing their hosting, just writing his emails.

To: [email protected]

Cc:

Subject: Meeting.

Nekozawa, I have a proposition for you. I would like to meet with you and some others in the second school hall at around 7 pm this Friday. I have some things to say that might interest you.

Until then,

Ootori Kyoya.

He sent almost identical emails to the head of the newspaper club, the head of the karate club and then began to write a version for a certain someone they'd met in the spring half term: Arai. Now Kyoya didn't know the guy's email, he didn't even know the guy's last name. But it only took an hour to find it, he knew enough about the guy after all.

To: [email protected]

Cc:

Subject: Meeting.

Hello Arai, you don't know me. I don't believe we've even spoken directly. But I'm one of Haruhi Fujioka's friends, the name's Kyoya. I'm writing to offer you a unique opportunity, especially for a commoner. At 7 pm Friday, you were invited to attend a private meeting in Ouran Academy's second hall. As well as myself, there will be three people in attendance. I do recommend you come, it will give you a huge opportunity you do not want to turn down.

Thank you very much,

Ootori Kyoya.

He knew he had to use gentler wording with the commoner, from what he'd seen, Arai is a softer gentleman, with just as much of a moral high horse as Haruhi. He in no way wanted to scare the boy off, he knew more business minded manners tended to catch commoners off guard. It was a lot more gentle with the commoner's email than with the others, for the others knew what he was like, and had no qualms with it. He sighed after sending the emails, leaning back in his chair slightly.

Of course the first day was fairly harmless, nothing truly important happened. But Kyoya did notice how Haruhi still wasn't completely affectionate with Tamaki, what an ungrateful girl.

13:27 - Haruhi doesn't deserve him. She refuses to give him the love he so deserves, she must be dealt with.

At the end of the day, Kyoya packed up his bag, kind of irritated that no one pointed out his immaculately done makeup, at least not to his face. The twins hopped over the moment he thought that, ready to say those exact words; "why are you wearing makeup? We've been wondering all day."

Oh that is wonderful, Kyoya felt pleased now, the idea that his little attempt at makeup had the club fashionistas pondering it the whole day was highly pleasing. Especially when Kaoru added on to what they'd said with; "you look really good by the way, is that violet eyeshadow or mauve and white?" Oh that might not have been who he was trying to get the attention of, but the fact he got someone's attention still cheered him up significantly.

"Actually it's magenta with some violet shimmer." He adjusted his glasses so they could see better. "I'm glad to hear you like it."

The twins nod, humming in approval. "Why are you wearing it though?" Hikaru repeats the question, the same question Kyoya had purposely avoided.

He sighed, moving his head slightly so the light glints off of his glasses. "Does it matter?"

"Considering that brand of lipstick is specifically marketed to attract people, I'd say it's curious you chose that one specifically." Kaoru spoke with a devious smile on his face, instantly hitting the nail on the head. Kyoya wasn't even sure how to proceed, they'd caught him already, and he was furious at that- can a boy not be wickedly homosexual in peace?

"Well is that really any of your business?" He raised an eyebrow, challenging the twins, did they really want to be that brave? Clearly they didn't, from the way they raised their hands in surrender and left the club room.

Kyoya let out a soft sigh of relief, his eyes drifting over towards Haruhi and Tamaki… they were cuddling on the chaise lounge, kissing occasionally too- not a care to the fact he was remaining in the room. He felt the rage growing in his core, he could just throttle that commoner.

16:30 - The happy couple are showing off their affections finally, it makes me sick how they care not for how I may judge them. I was under the impression Haruhi cared not for these frivolous affections.

#ohshc #kyoya ootori #kyotama #tamaki souh #tamaharu #haruhi fujioka #kaoru hitachiin #hikaru and kaoru #hikaru hitachiin #nekozowa #kyoyassecondshot

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graysongraysoff · 3 years

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oc odes: lena

okay, here she is! my ohshc oc from when i was 15! be nice!

i forgot her last name so i gave her a new one, but literally i would say 75% of my friends on gaia online back in the day exclusively referred to me as lena, because this ohshc rp is how they knew me.

i remember lena lovingly as a baby ace clue, because this was literally a host club rp and she was ONLY interested in baking sweets and making friends. like. hello??

tamaki and the hitachiin twins were my favorites when i watched the show, so i gave them cameos in here, but kyoya is the one i spent the most time with and got along best with in the rp. cool-headed, down-to-earth, and always willing to sit and talk with no expectations attached.

As soon as the door to the third music room opened, Lena knew she was out of her element.

“Kyoku, I really don’t know if this is for me,” she tried to say to the friend that had brought her here as she was practically being dragged forward by the hand. “I’m really much more of an ‘admire boys from afar’ type person, I don’t know if I necessarily want—”

“Welcome, princess.”

Lena barely kept herself from physically jumping at the sound of a voice way too close to her ear. She felt Kyoku’s hand slip out of her own as she turned around to face the most beautiful boy she had ever seen, golden-haired and blue-eyed.

“I don’t believe I’ve yet had the pleasure,” he said, offering her his hand.

“Oh, um, L-Lena,” she said, tentatively taking it in an effort at politeness that she immediately regretted when he pulled her closer.

“That’s a beautiful name,” he purred.

Wow, I can’t do this, Lena thought. “Listen,” she said. “I—I—I really—”

“What’s the matter, Lena?” A new voice, over her left shoulder.

“Maybe princes aren’t her type.” The same voice, but over her right.

She whirled again to face a pair of redheaded twins, leering wickedly down at her with fox-like faces.

“How about it?” they asked her in unison. “Looking for trouble?”

“I—I really—” she stammered. “I really—”

“Alright, that’s enough.”

This intercession came from a dark-haired boy with glasses who didn’t even look up as he said it, continuing to tap dispassionately away at a tablet from where he sat a few feet off.

The other boys seemed almost sheepish; the blond boy bowed deeply.

“Apologies, princess. If you should need anything…”

“You know where to find us,” the twins winked in unison.

The three of them left her alone, and Lena released a breath she hadn’t known she was holding.

“I’m sorry about that,” the boy with the glasses said, standing and moving toward her. “They can be a little overzealous. I often have to remind them just how overwhelming a first visit to the Host Club can be.”

“I shouldn’t even be here,” Lena sighed, covering her face with her hands. “I—I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re all wonderful, but I don’t really think it’s my thing. It’s just that Kyoku’s really the only person I know here so far, and she was really excited about showing me the Host Club, I. I didn’t really feel like I could say no.”

The boy nodded. “It happens more often than you’d think,” he said. “Ouran’s Host Club is often considered something of an unofficial wonder of the school. Lots of people find themselves here who aren’t quite… we’ll say ‘prepared.’ I completely understand.”

Lena lowered her hands to give him an awkward little smile.

“Thank you for rescuing me,” she said. “Sincerely. But really, I—I should probably just go.”

“Well, you certainly can, if that’s what you want,” the boy said. “But you’re also welcome to just sit here with me until Kyoku’s ready to leave. Not as my client, but as my guest.”

For a moment Lena was torn, but of the boys she’d encountered today this one seemed the most down-to-earth. She knew, looking at him, that he truly wouldn’t begrudge her if she decided to leave.

And because of that, she decided to stay.

“Alright,” she said. “Just a guest, then.”

He smiled, then, and led her to a small tea table to sit across from him.

“I didn’t catch your name,” she said once they’d sat.

“Kyoya,” he said. “And you’re Lena Himura, the first-year student.”

She blinked. “Um. Yes.”

“Sorry,” Kyoya said, lifting his tablet a little. “I make it my business to know who comes and goes.”

“No, um, that’s. Cool,” Lena said, though she was not yet altogether certain that it was.

Kyoya shrugged. “I take my job as club director pretty seriously,” he said airily.

Lena smiled. “Well, it seems like the club’s doing pretty well.”

“We have people like Kyoku to thank for that,” Kyoya said. “The most effective way to advertise, after all, is word of mouth.”

He smiled briefly out over the third music room, over the scores of swooning young women being swept off their feet by the Host Club’s different brands of prettyboy. Then he turned that smile back to Lena.

“But what about you, Lena?” he asked. “What do you do for fun? Maybe I could help you find a club that’s more to your taste.”

“O-oh. Um.” Lena felt a blush fill her face. “Well, I don’t know. I guess. Well. I really like to bake?”

Kyoya blinked.

“Really?” he asked. “What kinds of things do you bake?”

“Oh, all kinds,” Lena said, relaxing a little now that she was talking about something familiar. “I’m partial to cupcakes and muffins, but I can do all kinds of cookies and cakes and things like that. I spent the summer working on my macarons, and I’ve gotten to the point where pretty much every batch turns out how I want them.”

Quietly, almost sheepishly, Kyoya started to laugh.

“What?” Lena yelped, her face heating with a blush again. “What? What’s so funny?”

“You’re going to think I’m lying,” Kyoya said. “But I promise I’m not. Lena, I believe the Host Club could really make use of your talents, if you’re interested.”

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“What’s your game?”

Kyoya looked up from his tablet to see Haruhi looking skeptically down on him.

“What game?” Kyoya turned his eyes back to his tablet as he asked, picking up his tea cup and taking a sip.

“With that girl,” Haruhi said, nodding in the direction of the door to the third music room, through which the girl in question had just left. “Lena. I overheard you talking to her. You offered her a position baking snacks for the club.”

Kyoya shrugged.

“She said she liked baking.”

“Yes, but you never do anything unless you think you or the club can benefit from it,” Haruhi said.

Kyoya said nothing. She wasn’t wrong.

“So what is it, then? Are you thinking that if she spends more time around the boys in a non-client capacity she’ll take a liking to one of them?”

“I don’t think there’s much chance of that,” Kyoya said. “I don’t know if she’s realized it yet herself, but I don’t believe she’s attracted to men. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s not attracted to anyone at all.”

“You—you can’t just make assumptions like that about people!” Haruhi sputtered.

Kyoya shrugged. “I could be wrong,” he conceded, unperturbed. “But you know already that I rarely am.”

“Then why invite her to bake for the club?” Haruhi pressed.

“Because,” Kyoya finally relented, “she agreed to do it as a member of the club. Which is to say, for free.” He looked up at Haruhi again, this time with a shrewd smile. “Which means we’re going to start saving money on all the cake Honey eats.”

Haruhi’s eyes narrowed into a withering glare.

“And here I thought you might have just done something nice for someone,” she said.

“If she enjoys herself it’ll be an added bonus,” Kyoya replied with a twinkle in his eye. “The Host Club exists to make young women happy, after all.”

Haruhi sighed, walking away.

“You’re ruthless.”

#i made a tag for my oc odes and linked it up there in the title if you want to read them :)#but if you think i'm gonna put this in the ohshc tag you're out of your goddamn mind lol #we're free of cringe but we aren't THAT free of cringe #fanfic #oc tag #oc odes #april foolin

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