#Kyoya has a headache

[sincerely-astra]

☁️Ouran Highschool Host Club: Haruhi x Commoner reader headcannons☁️

Her first thought is, "Finally, someone who is actually kind of normal!"

Shes actually so glad someone can understand her struggles, especially when it comes to the host clubs eccentricities...

She doesn't push you to visit her in the host club, but if you want to visit she'll give you a discount. (Don't tell Kyoya)

Haruhi avoids the host club like the plague when shes with you.

She just knows they'll say something stupid that will drive you away from her, and she likes you too much for them to do that.

Really, the only host club member that she's okay with barging into your dates is Mori-

You guys go on a lot of picnic dates, or just other simple dates where you can just talk to eachother and enjoy the others company.

She definitely trusts you a lot, and you were to quick to know that she was actually a girl when you first met.

Tamaki is actually so jealous of you.

Kyoya's tired of his whining.

Her favorite gift to give you are red roses, she thinks they are romantic. She also just loves when she comes over and sees them still being taken care of, she likes to know you're thinking about her. :))

Haruhi thought about you the whole time during the dance, she wished it was you she was picked to dance with. :(

#ouran high school host club #ouran host club #ouranhighhostclub #ohshc #ohshc x reader #ohshc fanfic #ohshc haruhi #ohshc tamaki #ohshc kyoya #ohshc mori #haruhi fujioka #tamaki suoh #kyoya ootori #takashi morinozuka #drabble #headcanon #x reader #reader #commoner #tamaki is seething #the twins don't know how to feel about you #Kyoya has a headache #chaos

[eurydicees]

35! 🪩

talking slow to someone who isn't listening

summary: a sleepover. some wine. a secret. prompt: spotify wrapped #35, willow by taylor swift pairings: tamaki suoh/kyoya ootori words: 765 warnings: none

Kyoya is not a person who talks without meaning. He is not a person who speaks for the sake of it or weaves empty words to empty ears just to hear the sound of his own voice. He is not a person who strings together sentences unless he is wrapping them around something like a ribbon on a present or a noose around a neck. 

Tamaki, on the other hand. Tamaki talks like words are a gift that he wants to give the world without ever asking for anything in return. Tamaki talks like words do not have a price. Like words are just that: words. As if there is no weight on his shoulders every time he opens his mouth, words flow from his lips as easily as the wine they steal and drink in the middle of the night at a sleepover. 

Words come easier, with the wine wetting his tongue. But still: Tamaki talks like he is giving Kyoya his heart and expecting him not to flinch when their fingers brush, and Kyoya talks like he is feeding Tamaki riddles he wants him to swallow down like the red wine. Still: Tamaki talks with honesty and vulnerability, and Kyoya does not know how to answer that. 

He does not know how to give his heart back to Tamaki. He does not know how to open up and let Tamaki see his insides, all glittering black and gold and red and bitter. 

Because here is the thing: Tamaki was never supposed to mean anything to him. They were never supposed to become real friends, not like this. They were never supposed to get close like this. They were never supposed to learn about each other to the point of knowing each other. There was never supposed to be understanding. Kyoya was never supposed to fall in love. 

But Tamaki worked his way into Kyoya’s life anyways, with no regard for Kyoya’s family or his own family or the expectations that lie on both of them or the way Kyoya kept himself so tightly wound around his father’s finger, so tightly compressed into the box of his future. Tamaki worked his way into Kyoya’s heart, wrecked any plan to be nothing more and made Kyoya want to be something. Made Kyoya want to matter: to his family, to the world, to himself, to Tamaki. 

So Kyoya would give him anything and follow him anywhere—to the ends of the earth, to a host club, to the wooden floorboards in his bedroom watching the ceiling spin—but he does not know how to be vulnerable. He does not know how to speak the truth aloud, in a place where ears can hear it: I love you, I love you, I love you. 

Tamaki falls asleep first. The wine stains his lips, parted ever so slightly as he breathes deep and easy. Kyoya wonders if he would be able to taste it if they were to kiss. He wonders if Tamaki would wake up, something like in a fairy tale. He looks like art, like a statue of marble or stone, like a painting of acrylic and gold leaf. He looks so easily loveable. So gentle, so soft. 

Kyoya reaches a hand out, hovering just over Tamaki’s hand on his stomach. He wonders what it would be like to hold him. 

He does not let himself find out. 

Tamaki shifts where he lays on the floor, just slightly. He looks comfortable there, though Kyoya knows he’s going to wake up and complain about a headache and a crook in his neck. 

“I love you,” Kyoya says softly. It’s perhaps the first honest thing he has said all night. If no one is listening, if Tamaki isn’t listening, though, does it even matter? Did he ever confess, ever make a sound?

He decides he doesn’t matter. Says it again. And again. The wine is sweet on his tongue and bitter in his throat. He can feel his eyes closing, sleepy with the weight of the alcohol. He says it again, watching Tamaki and whispering a litany of desire. 

Tamaki hums, low in his throat, eyes still closed. He’s asleep, he must be. He must be. Kyoya lays down next to him, closing his eyes. The wine must weaken his usual insomnia because he’s asleep in moments. 

Tamaki hums again. Murmurs it, soft and quiet and to an otherwise soundless room, “Love you too.” 

And here’s the thing, again and again and again, as they whisper to sleeping ears: if no one is listening, did they ever make a sound?

#my writing #spotify wrapped prompts 2023 #short but sweet!! #ohshc #tamakyo #tamaki suoh #kyoya ootori #kyotama #ouran high school host club #ohshc fanfic #suoh tamaki #ootori kyoya

[rustycopper4use]

It’s Always Been You pt14

(Kyoya x Male Reader)

Chapter fourteen

-The Refreshing Battle Of Karuizawa!-

   The morning sun peeks throughout the kitchen, the floor reflecting off the light. the cool tiles sending shivers down Y/n’s back. 

   A cup in hand  he heads to the counter, and sits on the sliver stool.  

   For the last few days during summer break has been a drag. he has been working damage control ever since the newspaper incident. He felt guilty about hiding his involvement with a host club, but it was for the best.

   he was able to convince his mom it was all just a misunderstanding. couldn’t even remember the conversation itself, just ended up blanking out and spitting quick answers.

   But still, she wasn’t convinced but she let it go, she’ll definitely bring it up later down the road.

   However, now she’s back to nitpicking his every move. Least to say he was beyond exhausted, a miracle he hasn’t dropped dead. 

  Now here he sits barely functioning, a husk of the little glory he once was.

  Clutching his abomination of a drink. The now cold cup sat there and he just stared at the bottom of the cup, the cup seemly staring back. 

  Maybe he does need to take a break .

He would now have the time to himself-…

 Dudu du du~ 

His phone lit up.

Of course it would be Tamaki, before he answered he made himself another cup,

   He picked up his phone, answered and put in back on the counter.

 “SHE’S GONE!” Tamaki screeched. Making Y/n jump scrambling to lower the volume.

  “My beloved daughter has vanished off the face of the earth! She must’ve been kidnapped by a group of criminals! 

 I just know it! Contact the police! We have to request an emergency deployment of the S.D.F!” Tamaki rambled, pulling at strings.

    Y/n sighed already feeling the headache. Then takes another swig of his drink.

 “Wait slow down, you’re not making any sense. What?” The twins spoke.

   “What do you mean Haruhi’s gone?” 

“Haruhi went missing! And her family must’ve gone bankrupt!” Tamaki frantically tried to explain.

   “That must be the only explanation! I have tried calling her home phone and no one has answered.”

   “Boss please not so loud. Did you tried calling her cell?” Hikaru grumbled.

    “Cell phone! Why on earth would she have a cell phone!” He yelled, before taking a deep breath.

    “Of course, she was issued one by a secret underground network of commoners known as the Phebeian Exchange.” He genuinely believed. 

   “Tamaki how did you make it this far? You can’t really think that’s what happened.”  Y/n finally joined in, taking a sip.

  “Sorry to interrupt your delusion but, Haruhi is currently in Karuizawa.” Kyoya informed.

 “Eh? Haruhi was turned out of her home, kidnapped by criminals, and forced into servitude in Karuizawa?” Tamaki questioned.

   “Moron.” Kyoya plainly spoke.

 Y/n just hanged up the phone, it was too much to deal with Tamaki today. 

   He chugged the last of the drink and tossed it in the sink.

 Dudu du du~

“You got to be kidding me…” he whispered answering the call again.

   “What now?” He groaned.

Some shouts were heard from the other line.

   “Yeah sure, I can go to Karuizawa-.” Tamaki hanged up, ready to tell the others of his sane plan.

  “I can’t have a day off can I?” He

————-

   Now here the host club is in a charming building, the fresh smell of breakfast filled the area, and lively chatter accompanied it.

  “Oh my!” The woman swooned.

 “What dashing young me you are! These hunks must belong to Haruhi!” She giggled.

“Why don’t you call me Misuzu-chi?” She introduced herself to the group.

    “He’s an old friend of Ranka’s. They used to work together in the same shop years ago.” Kyoya explained, looking down at his black notebook.

   “Well naturally you would know.” Tamaki grumbled.

   “Kill me now…” Haruhi groaned looking off to the side.

 Misuzu starts to spin, emphasizing her point.

   “I went into business for myself two years ago, and believe me. Running this adorable little pension is like living a fairy tale~”

   “So then, is Haru-chan like your indentured servant?” Honey spoke holding Usa-chan.

   “She’s more like an unpaid employee. It Also happens to be Ranka’s preferred method for keeping track of his daughter while he’s busy working.” Kyoya pushes up his glasses.

 “What the?” Tamaki slides next to Kyoya irritated.

   “How do you know all of this stuff?”

 “Kill me…” Haruhi repeated, the bliss of this vacation away from the club is now ruined.

 “‘Take my little girl under your wing’, he says. He practically begged me. 

  And since I still can’t afford the expensive hired help, it works out for everyone!” 

    Miszu began to swing Haruhi around by her shoulders, as if she’s a ragdoll.

   “She’s a model employee, really it’s such a shame I can’t pay her anything.” She sighed and turned Haruhi towards the boys.

 “Tell me what you boys think of this cute little apron she’s wearing. I made it myself!”

  The host club all raises a thumbs up. Besides Kyoya who is now writing in his notebook.

  “You are quite an exquisite seamstress!” Tamaki smiled.

  ——

 The sun shined, the grass gently moved with the wind, clouds drifted by. 

   A prefect afternoon day, to spend with people you’re trying to avoid!

“A job huh?” Kaoru noted, 

 as the host club is now all outside enjoying tea.

  “I don’t get it, you turned down our invitation to Bali for this?”

   “And we even asked her to go with us to Switzerland, didn’t we?” Honey adds, as Mori is behind him.

   “We did.”

“Yeah well I still don’t have a passport remember?” Haruhi sighed.

   “Which is precisely why I recommended one of our domestic resorts, at a discount no less.” Kyoya wrote in his notebook.

    “Hell, even I asked her if she wanted to go to an aquarium, I offered to pay too.” Y/n leaned back on his chair with a huff.

  A blonde hair peeks out of the bushes.

“Traitors. Asking Haruhi to go on a summer vacation with you behind my back,” 

  he’s shaking with anger, causing some of the leaves in his hair to fall.

   “Have you no feeling of loyalty, of any solidarity?” He falls to ground.

   “Togetherness is our guiding principle. I work myself to the bone upholding and this is the thanks I get?” He began to dramatically sob 

     “It’s not our fault you don’t have the backbone to ask Haruhi out yourself.” Y/n grinned, as Tamaki began to throw more of a fit.

   “Why was your-“ Hikaru ignored Tamaki’s childish antics.

  “-Phone turned off?”

“I just don’t think about it really.” Haruhi shrugged.

Tamaki turned paled, letting out a gasp. 

    “You… say you have a cellphone?”

  “We convinced her she should borrow one of ours, so we can keep in touch.” The twins states.

   “It’s apart of a special friends and family plan.”

  “-Yeah we are in each other’s top five.” Hikaru showed his phone, with a smug smile.

   “Top five!” Tamaki gasped.

“Friends and family? But wait I’m your daddy and buddy, so I’m part of the plan too, right?” Tamaki nervously spoke.

   “Senpai, whatever planet you’re on, come home.” Haruhi deadpanned.

“Speaking of which-“ Haruhi turned back to the group.

  “Why are you guys even here? I’m going to have to see you guys everyday when the new term starts. Don’t I have the right to spend summer vacation the way I want to?”

   “Well, according to the handbook, jobs are prohibited.” Kyoya reminded, now holding up the school’s manual 

   “I- uh had no idea…” Haruhi stammered in cold sweat.

     “Hey did you hear? Haruhi went and got herself a job without the schools permission.” Hikaru loudly whispered to Kaoru with an evil grin.

   “-No way, that’s ground for expulsion.”   

   Honey is on Mori’s back, while they both read a pamphlet ‘A travellers guid to Karuizawa.’

   “I think Karuizawa is way better than Switzerland anyway.”

   “And overseas travel is so exhausting.” Kyoya spoke.

    “Of course, you do have the right to spend your vacation however you want. But like it or not, so do we.   

And you know, I for one find Pension Miszu to be exceptionally charming.”  Tamaki smirks tilting Haruhi’s head.

   Haruhi fell to her knees with a groan. Tamaki starts to daydream, with a blissful starry eyed expression.

   “Uh, senpai? Hello?” Haruhi waved a hand over Tamaki’s eyes, he was off in cloud nine.

    “Here I got this.” Y/n picked up a rock, a whipped it at Tamaki’s head. Hitting him straight at back of his head, the rock then pounced off his head landing back on the ground.

   “Hey! What was that for!”  He rubbed his head, tears in his eyes.

   “I’m so sorry boys! I’d love to have you as guests, but I’m afraid there’s only one vacant room left.” Miszu interrupted.

     “Only one room you say? Well that settles it, I’ll have to stay here to represent the club.” Tamaki points to himself.

    “Hey that isn’t fair…” honey starting to tear up.

  “Dont you have any loyalty, no feeling of solidarity? How could you betray the hosts club guiding principles!” Y/n mocked Tamaki.

    “I’m hurt..” he pouted, mimicking Tamaki’s voice.

   “My own words twisted and thrown right back at my face…” Tamaki looked down at his hands.

“Here’s an idea. We bet you’ll like it, why not a little competition?” The twins announced.

   “Call it, The Guest Relations Odd Jobs Contest at Pension Miszu’s!”

Tamaki looks at the twins almost excitedly.

   “It’s very simple, we all lend a hand around the place for the afternoon-“

  “-And whoever makes the best impression on Miszu-chi gets to sleep in the vacant guest bedroom.”

      “That’s brilliant! I think it’s an absolutely delightful idea! Yes, the winner of the contest will be determined by how refreshing they are! Remember, refreshing is the name of the game in guest relations.” Miszu proclaimed.

     “Refreshing yay!” The twins threw their hands in the air.

   “Now don’t think this will be a walk in the park, I’m planning to work you boys to the bone.” Miszu points the group.

   “Sounds like a blast….” Haruhi completely gives up.

    And so the club is off on their way to win another challenge. They were going all in, they’re willing just about anything to win that bedroom.

   Tamaki tried to repair the fence, emphasis on tried. He bashed his finger with the hammer.

   The twins greeting the guests at the door, and were doing an amazing job.

   Haruhi on the other hand-

  “So what’s a refresher point?.” They asked.

   Miszu went on a monologue about the refresher points, how this place is the getaway from the city life and things of that nature. It was nice to see someone so passionate about something.

  Off to the side sat Kyoya and Y/n, kyoya writing in his prestige black notebook. And Y/n digging through his endless abyss of bag.

     After Haruhi noticed the two lack of involvement and came by their table.

 “You guys seem to be keeping your distance from all of this.” Haruhi notes.

   “Of course. Winning means id end up staying here alone, which frankly doesn’t appeal to me. I much rather just sit back and watch things unfold, then head back to the cottage.” Kyoya looked up at Haruhi.

    “Cottage? You mean, your family’s?”

  “That’s right. We all have one in the area.”

   This clearly bothered Haruhi, why go through all the trouble to stay here.

    “So who’s your favourite to win? There must be someone you have in mind. Care to bet on it?”

   “Hm no thanks, I don’t have a clue.”

 “Boooo you’re boring.” Y/n teased.

 “Really? It’s easy enough to tell at a glance Honey-senpai’s brand of cute doesn’t quite fit Misuzu’s notion of refreshing. So I’m afraid he’s out. 

   Tamaki comes a little closer to the ideal, provided he keeps his mouth shut. 

   But, we both know the likelihood of that. Ordinarily you’d figure Hikaru and Kaoru. Then again, it seems we have a dark horse.” Kyoya looked over to Mori chopping wood, shirtless of course.

   “So then you think he’s the one?” Haruhi looked over to Mori as well.

   “Mori wouldn’t go along with it without Honey with him.” Y/n explained.

“Wait now that I think about  you never explain why you aren’t competing, Y/n.” Haruhi looked back.

  “I just don’t want to.” 

   “So that means…”

three turned to look and saw the twins at another table.

   “Victory will be ours.”

   “Well maybe not, I couldn’t help but notice that the only room still available is a single bed. Even if you did win, you both couldn’t stay there.” Haruhi  mentions.

   “No big deal, we can just bring another bed over from the cottage.”

  “-yeah, or we could even squeeze into the single.”

   “How sweet, I guess you guys are always together, huh?” Haruhi gave a little smile.

“Always.”

  “-the two of us have been together since we were born. So we haven’t ever needed anybody else.”

   “We never bothered making other friends up until a few years ago. We thought the world was made up of idiots.”

   “Oh really?” Haruhi tilted her head.

“But then…. Hm, well that was before we knew you. We’d totally let you sleep with us.”

  “…Uh thanks, I’ll pass...”

  “The contest isn’t quite decided yet. There’s still a number of ways to make this game more interesting.” Kyoya pushed up his glasses.

  “Oh yeah? Thinking about helping the boss, are you?”

   “-We’re not going to lose, it’s no use.”

 “-there, all in a days work.” Tamaki wipes his forehead, behind him was the… fence, if you can even call it that.

   It had screws and nails protruding everywhere, none of the fences were even straight, paint somehow already chipped off. A blind person with one hand couldn’t done a better job.

    “Oh your repairs are totally unrefreshing. Three point reduction.” Miszu cringed at the ‘fence’.

   Tamaki screamed hiding in a corner    “He used so much of his energy trying to be refreshing that his work suffered for it. Is he alright in the head?” Haruhi looked over to Tamaki in shambles.

    “He’s never had an actual job before y’know.” Kyoya looked up from his book.

    “I’m still not over the fact that he did such a bad job Miszu had to make up a word to even describe it.” Y/n laughed under his breath.

   “—Hey cut it out! That’s cold!” Kaoru smiled. As they played with a garden hose outside.

   “We have to chill the watermelon, that’s how the guests like it~” Hikaru basically purred.

   “Oh so refreshing!” Some of the guests squealed.

  Tamaki was fuming, how could those shady twins be better than him!

   “She has to understand that I am worthy of being considered part of her top five!” He blurted out.

  This doesn’t go unheard, and Kyoya finally gets his plan in motion.

   “Grandiose ambitions aside, I think your approach to winning is a bit skewed.”

    “Kyoya can’t you see that her esteem for me as a father figure hangs in the balance?”

   “If I may offer some advice-“ Kyoya stood up from his seat over to Tamaki.

  “There’s something only you can pull off-“ Kyoya looked off to the side of the room.

  “That is if you choose the right music.”

 Tamaki look surprised before he walked off to the piano with new found determination.

    When he got there he started to play, all sense of noise was stopped. Everyone stared at him as he played.

   No one talked louder than a whisper.

Miszu stared in awe at the blondes skill.

   “The twins are gonna have a hard time beating this.” Y/n whispered over to Kyoya.

  They both stood by the entrance, looking at Tamaki perform.

  “Look out!” Kaoru voice screamed, coming from just outside.

  “What do you think happened now?” Kyoya glanced outside.

   “He’s probably fine.” Y/n shrugged.

———

A new day comes and the morning is relaxed, despite the club’s history.

   “Get us some breakfast please.” Hikaru, now with a bandaid over his cheek, sits down with Kaoru.

    “-I’ll have two pieces of baguette toast with clarified butter and garnet seal syrup.”

   “I’ll take poached eggs with bacon and a bowl of whole grain cereal, the kind with the pieces of dried fruit in it.”

   “Hold on! We don’t even have that stuff on the menu!” Haruhi notes,

  “Huh?”

 “Hey-!” Tamaki runs over and smacks them both in the head.

   “Just who in the world do you think you are? Acting like  members of some privileged aristocracy on holiday.”

    “We are an aristocracy.”

   “-and so are you, boss.”

 “You are missing the whole point!” Tamaki holds up a serving platter.

   “When in Rome, do as the Roman’s do, that’s what I say.” Tamaki opens the serving platter showing array of dishes.

   “Just look at this. Karuizawa cuisine fit for a king!”

   “-cold pasteurized Jersey steaks, fresh juice, highland vegetables, smoked salmon cooked over cherrywood; the local pride I might add, and last but certainly not least freshly baked breads with homemade jam. Bon appétit.”

    “Since when have you-“

   “Been such a connoisseur?”

 “Oh, since he started learning from Miszu, he’s been  in the kitchen all morning.” Haruhi joined in.

 Tamaki holds up a big book.

   “While the two of you were sleeping the day away, I decided to do start a refreshing host workshop. I even wrote a Manuel.”

    “This is what happens when you enjoy life a little too much…” Y/n muttered, now reading said book.

   “While you are acting as my apprentice you may not treat me as your senpai. That is the first rule I have written.” Tamaki reads out.

  “Wait-… Rule number five says all members have to be up by six am.” Hikaru notes.

   “Kyoya is gonna hate this.” Y/n chuckled.

 Tamaki freezes, and screams out in fear. Kyoya and Honey are the worst to wake up, it’s a death wish to make a rule like it.

    “We didn’t mean to bring up such painful memories!” Kaoru 

   “Well I did so-“

 A Bell chimes throughout the room.

 “Good morning! Arai Produce!” A browned hair boy walked in holding a box.

   “Good morning to you! Working boy eh? A highschooler?” Miszu smiled.

   “Yes ma’am. I’m helping my uncle’s shop for the summer.” He politely smiled.

    “How refreshing!! Haruhi would you put these in the refrigerator for me?”

    “Okay.” Haruhi came over.

 “Haruhi….. Fujioka?” He mumbled out almost star struck.

   “Hey… Arai.”

#x reader #lgbtq #lgbtqiia+ #gay #kyoya ootori x reader #kyoya x reader #kyoya is gay #ouran fanfic #ouran kyoya #kyoya ootori

[eternalnexuswarrior]

Most chaotic MFB Beyblade AU to pop up into my head. Part 1: Metal Fusion

Okay this one has been stuck in my head for close to a week to the point where I wrote snippets of it in my Google docs. Basically, all the characters are the same, the plot is relatively all the same, but one or two things makes this all a chaotic mess.

All the legendary bladers are mentally linked together about 2 years prior to Metal Fusion. As in, they can telepathically communicate with each other and sense each other's links.

They all get headaches one day and eventually find themselves mentally linked to each other. At first it's a chaotic mess of "what the actual heck is going on here?!" to slowly learning about each other and their families to "Oh heck, these are my friends and we support each other, however far away we are." They open up to each other, ranging between Dynamis and his family curse, to Chris' troubles and loneliness, and it becomes a friendship/brotherly therapy group. Even Ryuga opens up with them. He's not too much different from main series, but he cares about them and will protect him.

The other thing? Doji has screwed over a few legendary bladers by harming their families. This man is probably eviler in the AU than canon. He's arranged several accidents, including a rockfall that injured Dynamis' father on Mist Mountain, Ryuga's best friend getting injured in a hit and run, and other things.

This changes the situation quite a bit. Instead of Ryuga joining out his own will to spy on this man, end up possessed after grabbing L-Drago, and ending up in a coma. Dynamis, having a bit of psychic abilities due to his training on Mist mountain, is able to sense this, and besides avenging his father's supposed death and Dynamis' father's injuries, Gingka makes it his personal mission to take down Doji and save their mentally connected to them brother.

Enter the Canon.

Gingka meets Kenta and Madoka and everyone as Canon, but during the 1 vs 100 beybattle against the face hunters, Kyoya realizes during the commentary and has that "Oh shit, this is my bro!" Moment and later on meets up with Gingka face to face. The two get along,

And then Doji comes along to cause chaos.

Kyoya: “Hypothetically speaking, if this Doji person appeared out of nowhere in your hideout after a battle, should I be concerned?

Gingka: "...This isn't hypothetical is it?”

Kyoya: “Nope.”

Chris: “Wow, this guy wants blood.”

Kyoya: “....Want me to spy on him for you?”

King: “Oh? We're trolling?”

And from there, the ball gets rolling. Canon events happen while Kyoya gets free training during his spying (hey he's not gonna pass up a chance to train with his friendly rival), he relays what he sees during all this via group telepathy, up until his second battle with Gingka. Hikaru plays a bigger role from this too. Canon continues after that, including Gingka losing to Ryuga and the trip to Koma Village. At some point between all that, the group does learn about Kyoya and Gingka's backstory with both Doji and Ryuga. To which they are surprised, a bit unconvinced, to eventually believing them.

And then the stuff leading up to battle bladers happens. Canon battles happen, the tournament is announced, and everything goes according to the series. Except one more minor detail.

Enter Ryutaro Fukami. I headcanon this precious boi being Dynamis' cousin, with his family being related to a certain... Nemesis blader (more on that in a separate post someday). Well Gingka and Kyoya and the rest of the group make it to the Battle Royale tournament, and they stumble upon Ryutaro during a fortune-telling. He's aware of this link during a visit to his cousin, but is very sceptical about until the two visit his booth

Gingka: Hello! I'm Gingka and this is Kyoya. Your cousin has mentioned you.

Ryutaro: PiscesBlader.EXE has stopped working.

The group explains their backstory, and one thing leads to another. Ryutaro is unintentionally pulled into this situation (and doesn't know what to think of it), and even volunteers to spy on Doji. He gets his older brother (one of few OCs in this case, art is on the site) Ranmaru involved with this, and things slowly start to change from there.

No big changes, Canon continues up to the end of the season, right after to where Ryuga is defeated. Pegasus is gone, but as frustrated and upsetting as that is, Gingka's got his friends and his bros. And Ryuga's got his brothers help him heal. And of course Ryutaro is invited to join in the mental conversation due to his own psychic abilities.

Legendary Bladers: (talking about many things and situations)

Ryutaro: (instantly regrets it and starts stocking up on headache medicine)

Part 2 of this will cover Metal Master and probably Metal Fury.

#metal fight beyblade #beyblade dynamis #ryutaro fukami #beyblade king #beyblade kyoya #beyblade aguma #beyblade au #beyblade chris #beyblade gingka #beyblade ryuga #beyblade tithi #beyblade yuki #The boys aren't fine but they're making the best out of it #Stardusted Dreams AU

[29daffodils]

so i saw this post of mine has 2 notes now (haha, lucky me) and thought i'd share whatever i could save from 10 years back, considering i probably won't be able to actually write this out anytime soon.

mind you, i was 16-17 when i wrote this, back in 2012-13 or so, now I'm almost 28 (in 2 months). my writing style has changed a lot but also not very much. I'm cringing a little while reading this too, but this was one of my better stuff from back then and kinda reflects my current style to a great extent.

also, heh, turns out you forget details with time. it's kyoya who's leaving for college and ryuuga stays behind because he wanted a career in music. anyway, here ya go.

needless to say, do not repost. i hope it won't happen. this is a child of mine i haven't been able to nurture. but. you can have it for now!

**

The two days after their trip and before Kyoya's departure, Ryuuga's head is constantly swimming in a sea of emotions, muscles wound tight, an oppressive air all around him, inside him, threatening to choke him to death.

Anger. Hatred. Disgust. Betrayal. Loss. Loneliness.

He lists off each one as he helps Kyoya pack, but can't decide which one of them he feels strongest.

When they are done — two heavy bags neatly arranged at the foot of the bed, Ryuuga turns to leave.

"You should stay" Kyoya says with a hopeful lilt in his voice, and that is when Ryuuga makes the lamest excuse of his life to get away from this boy he has loved since the first time he laid eyes on him.

"I've got a headache" he says, heading towards the door. "Gonna take a nap."

Kyoya does not look the least bit convinced and Ryuuga does not want to argue with him right now of all things possible because he knows how adamant Kyoya can be when he wants his way.

"But kaa-chan made dinner ——" Kyoya starts, moving towards him to make his point and ——

"I wanna take a goddamn nap, Kyoya! Can ya leave me alone for once?"

The room goes deathly silent then.

Kyoya stands beside his bed, hands balled up into fists, lips pressed together and jaws shut tight.

And while Ryuuga keeps looking at him, he hates himself just a little bit more.

He did not mean to burst out like this, but he's so angry right now; has been this way for so long, since the day he came to know that Kyoya got into Tokyo U.

That this will probably be it. Their end.

He wants to claw his eyes out, pull at his hairs until they are nothing but shreds of dead protein, because he is so so so goddamned scared right now and there is no one to talk to, definitely not Kyoya, and God knows that if he stays here one more minute, he'd go to Kyoya crawling on his knees and beg him to stay, to hold onto them instead of his dreams, to wait for a few more years so that they can leave this place together, so that ——

"Okay" Kyoya says, uncurling his fists, and so, instead of doing all this and more, Ryuuga takes that much needed step back, learns to let go before Kyoya pushes him away, because regardless of everything else, what does not change is the fact that he is twenty years old and a coward, scared of being wounded by love.

~

The headache he lies about comes to bite him in the ass.

By the time it's eleven, his head is pounding so hard he thinks that his eyes might just pop out from all that pressure.

The thought of Kyoya leaving is constantly bugging him and truth be told, he's fuckin' tired of it all now.

At 10.50, there is a knock on his bedroom door and he grumbles just loud enough to make himself heard, "Maa, I don't want dinner, I ——"

"I thought you needed a nap."

—— and that is definitely not his Maa's voice.

He sits up to look at Kyoya standing by the door.

"What're ya doing here?"

Ryuuga gets a raised eyebrow for that.

Kyoya walks up to him and places something on the study table.

"You forgot your watch" he says and just, stands there, watching him.

After a while, Ryuuga sighs loudly and says, "C'mere", opening his arms for Kyoya to slip in.

He kisses his forehead then, just a soft press of lips not meant to lead anywhere.

"Sorry I was a dick" Ryuuga mumbles, running a hand over Kyoya's stiff back.

"How's the headache?" Kyoya asks in return.

"Don't have one" he lies.

"Your eyes are bloodshot, Ryuuga."

Ryuuga takes a deep breath then and reminds himself exactly why he did not want to see Kyoya's face tonight anymore.

He knows, that even now, there is a huge possibility that if he asks, then Kyoya will stay, apply to some other college on the island or something.

But that is the problem, isn't it?

He does not want to squash Kyoya's dreams, in spite of everything that he wants.

So he draws back and says, "Go home now. I'll see you tomorrow."

Kyoya reaches towards him, stubborn, so stubborn, says, "You can talk to me."

But Ryuuga doesn't want this, not right now at least.

"There's nothing to talk about" he tells Kyoya, sternly this time so that it gets through his thick skull. "I'll see ya tomorrow. Promise."

Kyoya stands, tips his jaw up, defiant, strong-willed, and then presses a kiss to his forehead, hands him something from his pocket.

"Take them with some food" he says, "or you'll get gas."

Ryuuga's lips twitch up, fingers curling around the ibuprofen tablets, and this is another problem, isn't it? Kyoya jokes without meaning to, cares without showing, loves without asking and Ryuuga, he's going to... miss him so much.

"I love you" Kyoya says, before he walks out, shutting the door behind him.

~

#ryuukyo #beyblade metal saga #beyblade metal fight #metal fight beyblade #mfb #kyoya tategami #ryuga kishatu #ryuuga #my posts #my fics #source : 29daffodils

[adoranoia]

* (reposted) kyoya headcanons ! --

kyoya was adopted at a young age, his biological family were forced to give him up because of their living conditions, and he was adopted by the ootori's, sort of as a unspoken charity case. this is one cause of ‏‏‎ his obsession of proving himself and worthy of being the family's heir. this is kept fairly quiet, not many people know this, not even tamaki.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ kyoya is like, weird friends with umehito nekozawa, finding his whole dark occult thing at least a little interesting. that and, he's heard the guy has dolls that curse people, and he's been temp -ted once or twice to use one, particularly on his adoptive dad.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ we don't often see kyoya doing Actual Host Things so i have a little hc that he's the least popular host to be chosen/picked, only getting clients occasionally. he doesn't mind this however, preferring working in the background anyway, focused on keeping the club afloat in other ways.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ random/mini hc, kyoya gets migraines/headaches a lot, because he's always really tense. he clenches his jaw, grinds his teeth when stressed, which is like, all the time, etc etc. he tries to power through them most of the time, until he literally can't because they've worsened. he's smart, but he's a dumbass, ok‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ he partly carries aspirin for his headaches, partly for if the other hosts need some. he also carries around bandaids and vending machine snacks for similar reasons, aka incase the others need them for w/e reason. so, as much as he complains, he takes his 'momfriend' role in the group quite seriously, in his own lil ways.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ kyoya is very fascinated and has a soft spot for all different types of sea animals. this is because one his first memories is going to an aquarium with his bio family for his 4th birthday. he doesn't remember them well rlly, but that's always stuck out in his mind.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ once renge's little obsession with him begins to eventually die down, they actually end up friends, tbh. they chat over tea a lot, and work together to help the club further itself. at some point, kyoya even decides to sit down and play the game she often raves about, uki doki memorial. he didn't hate it, though he'll tell you otherwise, he still does play it occasionally.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ another silly/mini hc abt kyoya!--he likes making and collecting wax seals, and generally hand-writing letters. having different containers brightly colored melts, fancy gold wax-stamps, etc. he finds the process calming, and will often use them when keeping in touch with tamaki while traveling, pen-pal style.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

#* && OOC #* && KYOYA OOTORI : THE 'COOL' TYPE . #SORRY IF ANY OF THESE ARE REPEATS OF OLD POSTS his tag on my blog isn't working so i can't cross search which of these i've posted already #but anyway i am thinking abt him god bless

[cold-heart-warm-writings]

The Host Club members are coming over! Based on the tea I currently have in my tea organizer, here’s what I’m giving each member:

Honey: Bigelow Botanicals Cold Water Infusion blackberry raspberry hibiscus (... that’s an aggressively long title for a tea flavor. also, where tf did this come from. I have one singular crumpled up bag of this... okay. but also it sounds really sweet and fruity and that gives me honey vibes)

Tamaki: Big Heart tea Co Cup of Love nurturing rose (cause Tamaki + roses just makes sense. this is also my favorite comfort tea, and I just like the idea of giving tamaki a mug of genuine love. someone please give him a real hug)

Hikaru: (omitting local tea company name) Red Hot Cinnamon Black (it’s the only loose leaf I actually can be bothered to make because it’s SO GOOD! It has actual cinnamon candies in it and it’s almost... spicy? idk, but it’s really good. And the surprise spicy makes me think of our resident little devil. <3) 

Mori: Dynasty Chinese Restaurant Tea, blend of Oolong, Jasmine, and Green tea (this is also random af, but it’s tea I had all the time in China, and maybe it’ll remind Mori of the dojo? And feel calmed? There’s a lot of chaos in the host club, so drink a hot cup of tea, and breathe) 

Haruhi: Nordovist Moominmamma’s Magic Potion, Black tea with rhubarb and strawberry flavors (because haruhi is making some real magic potion getting the entire host club addicted to cheap ass commoner coffee. And you know what? Good for them. plus haruhi totally mom’s the host club, and i love them for that)

Kaoru: Nordovist Snufkin’s Adventurer’s Snacks, green tea, pear, and vanilla flavors (cause snufkin looks angsty on the packaging, like it’s him against the world, and kaoru can get that vibe sometimes, especially when he starts to branch off from Hikaru. So here’s a cup of hot tea to aid you in your adventure of self discovery.)

Kyoya: Celestial Seasonings Peppermint herbal tea (i know this tea is the opposite of fancy, and kyoya would probably have one of the highest expectations of fancy teas, but this with a little bit of honey always makes me feel better if im ever feeling sick, plus it helps me with headaches. And i really think kyoya needs something because i bet his stress is destroying his head and his stomach, so please relax, sir.)

#we're really just having a silly goofy fun time okay everyone? #i reorganized m tea organizer and my ~tea station~ and i felt inspired to write based on tea #i love reading this kind of shit so why not write it? plus i havent written for the host club for a while #eh we'll see #:) #ohshc #ouran #ouran host club #ouran high school host club #tamaki suoh #kyoya ootori #kaoru hitachiin #hikaru hitachiin #takashi morinozuka #mitskuni haninozuka #haruhi fujioka #also did not proof read please let me live

[hannahlily]

Hellooo!! I saw that you wrote for Ouran Host Club, so I decided to request!! ^^

Can I request Tamaki Suoh and Kyoya Ootori (separate) falling for a girl who is hyperactive? For example, she is just everywhere and does spontaneous cartwheels, screams randomly (out of joy of course), and also just makes random noises (which then leads to the twins nicknaming her “Miss Furby”, but not in a mean way—and the girl actually likes it.) oh, and the girl would also play with their hair (tamaki and kyoya), often making tiny braids somehow. The girl would also give the two nicknames that only she can call them. And the girl is an absolute sweetheart.

Have a good day / night !! ^^

I am having a good night thank you, this reqest is part of the reason why. An sorry it took a while to get around to his. And sorry i toned it down a bit, a changed it to be a little more like myself

Warning: a little bit of bullying

Tamaki

-The two of you are the personifications of golden retrevers

-And that’s the nickname you give Tamaki

-Most people at Ouran knew who you are just because of how outgoing you are

-Some people are nice about it

-Some not so much

-You went to the host club with a few friends, it wasn’t really you type of place

-You kinda just sat fittaling with your hands or hair

-Just trying to stay low key with so many people around

-But someone noticed

-And started to call you weird and freaky and other such names behind your back

-You noticed quickly

-And so did Tamaki

-He desided to be a little petty and give you more attention to make the other girls jealous

-In doing this he actully started to like you

-You seemed to see though his fasad and actully liked him 

-Not the character he played

-So you get to know eachother and eventully get together

-He loves how chaotic you are

-You start you hang around with the host club alot more

-Now there are two groups in the host club

-The calm ones (Mori, Kyoya, Karou, Haruhi)

-And the chaotic ones (Tamaki, Honey, Hikaru, and you)

-You have a tendency to fidget alot

-You also will make random noises

-Like making a ‘tick-tok’ sound with your tounge or other stuff like that

-You also laugh at the most random things or the worse jokes

-Which Tamaki loves more then anything

-He loves having someone to laugh at his bad jokes or help him see the humor in his actions

-And your laugh is contegus

-By the end of the day the whole club has burst into laughter mulitple times

-All this has made the twins give you the nickname ‘Miss Furby’

-Tamaki quick told the twins off thinking it would make you upset

-But you just laughed with them knowing they weren’t being mean

-Tamaki loves to rest his head in your lap 

-And you love to play with his hair

-It’s comforting to both of you 

-You have a way to stimulate yourself well being chill

-And Tamaki gets to feel your finger rubbing his scalp or braiding his hair

-As said earlier you call Tamaki your ‘Golden Retriver’

-You also call him a few creative nicknames along with the typical couplely one’s

-You calling him ‘mushrom boy’ and ‘prince pouty’ always make the club laugh and Tamaki blush

-Though the last one is more the way you say it then what you say

Kyoya

-Dear god did you give this man a headache at first

-You were a friend of the twins so everyone knew you were chaotic when you started hanging around the club

-Honsetly at first no one really likes you

-You were the outsider in their group and they were a little suspicious

-Honey and Haruhi were the first to warm up to you

-With that came Mori and Tamaki

-Only then did Kyoya get to know you beyond what he could search around for

-He ended up liking you

-And all of your little quirks

-Your inablity to sit still dispite what everyone had taught you 

-The way you would quietly hum or click your tounge

-Or the way you would bite or lick you lips when you were focuing

-Ok maybe he’s feeling were a bit stronger then just liking you 

-The twins had given you many nicknames over the years

-A few diffrent one’s stuck

-Miss Furby, Bouncy, and The Human Tornado were just a few

-Only the twins and ochasanly Tamaki use those nicknames

-Until Kyoya starts calling you ‘Jitter bug’

-Usally you wouldn’t think much of the nickname

-But it was Kyoya saying

-And the way he said it make it sound like the way someone would call their s/o ‘love’

-So pretty soon you tell Kyoya you like him and he returns your feeling

-You get together

-And it is after a long day in the club that Kyoya offers for the two of you to go study at his house

-You do study for a little while till the day starts to catch up to Kyoya 

-Your playing with your hair and biting your lip as you work on a math problem

-Kyoya lays his head on your lap

-Your very confused for a second but brush it off

-Somehow your hand starts you run through his hair and Kyoya relax’s even more

-You stop for a second to reread a sentece and Kyoya open’s his eyes and fake glares at you

-You notice and chuckle “Sorry’

-“It’s fine… can you please keep going?”

#kyoya x reader #tamaki suoh x reader #ouran high school host club #ohshc #takashi morinozuka #mitsukuni haninozuka

[lady-lazagna]

Say hello to the Otori/Ndukwe kiddos, 27 years after Fury's end!

Koa is a very sweet boy who loves his family and wants nothing more than their collective happiness. He's very empathetic and understanding towards others; in fact, he's so empathetic that when he was younger, every time one of his baby sisters cried, he would cry as well- something that, while sweet, only added to his parents' terrible headaches while trying to soothe their daughters.

Nowadays, he's a strong and enthusiastic blader in the competitive sphere, determined to make the same positive impact on Beyblade that his dad has. However, his sensitive nature makes it hard for him to work through tough battles with particularly rough opponents, so once the insults start rolling he struggles to keep his focus on the battle. Tsubasa helps him learn how to drown out his opponents words, while Madina teaches him some good counter insults (though he rarely uses them).

Fun facts: Likes collecting gold jewelry and wants to get as many piercings as possible. Loves going on a nature walk with his dad or playing the piano with his mum. Autism.

Kyoko inherited most of her personality from her mother (in fact, if you look back at Madina's intro post, I think you'll notice some similarities) in that she's very chilled-out, logical, and snarky. However, she also inherited her father's sneakiness and observation skills, which makes it easy for her to devise nefarious little plots against those she dislikes.

She does not give a rat's ass about competitive Beyblade. She got into the mechanics of beys because some of her earliest memories were watching Madoka and her apprentice Maru repairing them and finding the process very relaxing to watch. However, unlike Madoka, she absolutely will charge money for her services (despite her father being the CEO of a company- "it's about the principal" she says).

Fun facts: Instead of fighting with a bey, she will brandish her trusty metal baseball bat. She was named after Kyoya due to the circumstances of her birth🙊 Autism.

Yuna is a shy little lady who likes to spend most of her time playing make-believe with her teddy bears. Her favourite game to play is pretending that they're in school and teaching them Pythagorean theorem... yeah, she's a bit smart for her age. But not a lot of people know it because of how shy she is. The only people who she really feels comfortable showing her smarts around are her family and her special syncrome partner👀

She's less into Beyblade than most other bladers, but she loves the science of it. She's fascinated by all the different ways that different beys function, so she loves watching Kyoko analyse and repair them.

Fun facts: She has one special teddy bear that she takes with her everywhere, named Bindi. She was named after her uncle Yu. Autism.

Feel free to ask questions about them or any other fankids I may or may not have in the works👀 And here are some bonus Proud Parents™ for those that made it this far <3

#big big post #imagine naming your kids after your homies🙄 #mfb #metal fight beyblade #beyblade #tsubasa otori #mfb oc #beyblade oc #my art >:) #lazagna ocs

[shadkyo]

* headcanons ! --

kyoya was adopted at a young age, his biological family were forced to give him up because of their living conditions, and he was adopted by the ootori's, sort of as a unspoken charity case. this is one cause of ‏‏‎ his obsession of proving himself and worthy of being the family's heir. this is kept fairly quiet, not many people know this, not even tamaki.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎

kyoya is like, weird friends with umehito nekozawa, finding his whole dark occult thing at least a little interesting. that and, he's heard the guy has dolls that curse people, and he's been temp -ted once or twice to use one, particularly on his adoptive dad.

we don't often see kyoya doing Actual Host Things so i have a little hc that he's the least popular host to be chosen/picked, only getting clients occasionally. he doesn't mind this however, preferring working in the background anyway, focused on keeping the club afloat in other ways.

random/mini hc, kyoya gets migraines/headaches a lot, because he's always really tense. he clenches his jaw, grinds his teeth when stressed, which is like, all the time, etc etc. he tries to power through them most of the time, until he literally can't because they've worsened. he's smart, but he's a dumbass, ok

he partly carries aspirin for his headaches, partly for if the other hosts need some. he also carries around bandaids and vending machine snacks for similar reasons, aka incase the others need them for w/e reason. so, as much as he complains, he takes his 'momfriend' role in the group quite seriously, in his own lil ways. kyoya is very fascinated and has a soft spot for all different types of sea animals. this is because one his first memories is going to an aquarium with his bio family for his 4th birthday. he doesn't remember them well rlly, but that's always stuck out in his mind.

#* && OOC #* && KYOYA OOTORI : THE 'COOL' TYPE . #i say teehee !!! headcanons... i need to make more and rlly flesh him out y'know but. i hope you likey him so far !!! <3

[softprettything]

late bloomer, chapter 8

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Fandom: OHSHC

Pairing: Kyoya/Reader

Tags: 18+, A/B/O Dynamics, College AU, Fake Dating, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slice of Life, Eventual Smut

Summary: Nobody ever said falling in love with your best friend would be easy.

Taglist (new!): @silverhetdanes @lampalooza

late bloomer, chapter 8

You roll into the kitchen sometime after noon, bleary-eyed and drier-mouthed than you’ve been in months. To your relief, Haruhi is there; on the table, a steaming mug of tea and a plate of peanut butter toast.

“You’re an angel,” you groan, collapsing into the chair opposite her.

She turns a page in the student newspaper she’s reading. “Big night, huh?”

“Mmph.” You take a tiny bite of toast, relieved to feel your stomach immediately settle. Nothing to soak up a hangover like good ol’ fashioned carbs. “Speaking of big nights, how was your date?” You try to imbue the words with some girly, friendly teasing. Between the headache and your tongue getting all mucked up with peanut butter and dry bread, you’d estimate you’re maybe half successful.

“Well. I’m seeing him again tonight.”

You choke. The tea sort of helps, but you can’t help but sound just slightly hysterical when you ask, “Oh? That’s—that’s good! I mean, the date must have been really good. Or really bad, ha ha.”

“Yeah. We had to cut the night short, and I…” She closes the newspaper. “Is everything okay?”

Panic. Cold and immediate, blooming in your veins. “What do you mean?”

“Hikaru.” She goes an uncomfortable amount of time without blinking. You know that’s just a normal Haruhi-ism, and it’s one of the things you love about her…but it’s also just as unsettling now as it was when you were six. “When they brought you home last night, I was surprised you’d gotten so drunk and he said I should ask you about it in the morning.”

“Right.” You are going to murder Hikaru. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s just…”

You are going to murder him, and yet…for better or worse, Hikaru has presented you with an opportunity. A chance to be brave. For some reason, you are struck with the conviction that you will never have a better or clearer or more reasonable time to explain everything you feel for Haruhi than right now, right here, at this table.

This is it.

You can do it.

You can do it.

You look up at Haruhi. Meet her gaze. Steady, solid, and stoic as always.

And you say, “It’s just been a while since I’ve had anything to drink.”

She stares.

You shrug. “Forgot what my limits were, I guess.”

Silence. Not a comfortable silence at all.

“I’m sorry you you had to come home early,” you say. Anything to fill this deadly space. “To look after me. I was really okay, I just—the twins were being overdramatic. You know how they can get.”

“I know.” She worries her bottom lip. “You seemed really fucked up, though. I don’t think they were wrong to be concerned, especially after the fainting on Monday.”

That tugs at your memory…something from last night. A comment. You can’t remember exactly what.

In the present, Haruhi is still looking at you. You muster up an apologetic smile. “You’re right. I should have been more careful. I will be more careful. Although,” you add, raising the tea and the toast, “for what it’s worth, I think I drank enough last night to get me through the rest of the semester, so. No more big nights in my near future.”

She nods, rewarding you with a tiny, perfect smile of her own. “Good.” She goes to pick up the paper again, then pauses. “(Y/N).”

“What?”

The tiny, perfect smile deepens. “He’s so easy to talk to.”

*****************

The next week or so feels like you’re sleepwalking.

Monday: Wake up. Drink your tea. Wave goodbye to Haruhi. Sprint to class. Try to avoid eye contact with Kyoya and Olivia; succeed around forty percent of the time. Ignore the embarrassment-induced dizziness that washes over you when you pass by Kyoya on your way out. Go to your shift at Ground Up. Put up with your daily quota of roasting from the twins. Go home. Eat dinner with Haruhi. Go to sleep.

Tuesday: Wake up. Drink your tea. Wave goodbye to Haruhi. Go to class. Go to your shift. Try to avoid thinking about Haruhi and Tamaki; succeed around thirty percent of the time. Wish the twins were at work with you to distract you from all of the Haruhi-and-Tamaki related thoughts. Go home. Listen to Haruhi shyly gush about Tamaki. Go to sleep.

Wednesday: Wake up. Drink the tea Haruhi left for you. Catch up on all the work you didn’t do Monday and Tuesday. Try to avoid thinking about Haruhi and/or Tamaki and/or Olivia and/or Kyoya. Succeed around five percent of the time. Watch too many episodes of some trashy reality tv show without actually processing any of it. Try to ignore the fact that Haruhi doesn’t come home. Go to sleep.

Thursday: Wake up. Brew your own tea. Pour it out when it turns out awful. Drag yourself to class. Have a meeting with Seminar Leader Abe where he gently and thoroughly tears your midterm paper proposal to shreds. Run to work and spend the five minutes before your shift crying in the supply closet. Endure pokes from the twins and think about all of the things you don’t want to think about on loop until you can go home and eat dinner (alone) and take a Benadryl and try, try, try to sleep.

And so on and so forth.

The week after that passes more or less the same. Bringing you to yet another Friday night waving goodbye to Haruhi and Tamaki as they ride off into the sunset. Another Friday night ignoring texts from the twins begging you to get out of the house.

Thing 1: y/n, i’m starting to seriously worry about you.

Thing 1: we both are.

Thing 2: fr nobody has THAT MUCH HW get your ass out here

Thing 2: dont make us come drag you out

An empty threat; they’ve said as much before, but they’ve never actually followed through.

Thing 1: y/n.

Thing 1: you cant just wallow like this forever.

As if to prove (to them, to yourself, to everyone) that you’re not wallowing (even though you totally are) you force yourself to do a little self care night. A long shower, your comfiest pajamas. A face mask.

And, of course, your laptop. You weren’t lying about having a lot of work to do. Especially since Abe eviscerated your paper proposal; you basically have to start from scratch. “Don’t get me wrong,” he’d said at your meeting. “I’d accept this from a worse student. But I’m going to be picky because I think you’re capable of more.”

Which, as far as roasts go, is about as nice as you could have asked for.

But it still stings. Especially seeing as how you want so badly to win this scholarship. It’s a matter of pride…and of finance. Which means you’re going to have to rise to the bar Abe has set for you.

You head to the scholarship website. In the past, you’ve always avoided looking at the entries of the person who beat you. Skimmed them, sure, but you couldn’t bear to do a deep reading. You don’t even remember their name. But that’s held you back; not properly analyzing their work has kept you from properly eviscerating your own work, which has kept you from getting better . You don’t have that luxury anymore.

Your mouse is hovering over the Past Winners! tab when—

The doorbell rings.

More accurately, it makes a sound like a hornet getting electrocuted; in any case, you frown. Not at the hornet sound. That’s normal. The doorbell’s been broken for as long as you’ve lived here. But you can’t imagine who would be at your door at this hour. Haruhi left not twenty minutes ago, and besides, she’s never lost a key in her life. Maybe the twins, finally making good on their promise to drag you kicking and screaming to another frat?

You peer through the peephole more out of curiosity than any real intention to answer. Immediately your stomach turns. You yank open the door on angry instinct alone. “What are you doing here?”

Instead of answering, Kyoya holds out a bottle.

You don’t take it, but squint at the label. “One-A-Day multivitamins.”

“Haruhi had found this in her bag and was worried about you.”

He’s still holding out the bottle. You take it. “I…don’t follow.”

He sighs. “The fainting.”

“Fainting?”

“She said you’re forgetful, about taking an iron supplement. Worried that might be why you fainted, and then that made her worry about you being home on your own, and so…”

“And so she and Tamaki used that as an excuse to get you out of the house,” you finish the sentence for him.

He nods. “Presumably.”

“What, they don’t have some kind of fancy dinner or something planned?”

“Eating in. He cooked.”

“He cooks?”

“Beautifully.”

Of course he does, that motherfucker. “And… you guys didn’t communicate this ahead of time?”

“Tamaki’s allergic to calendars,” he says. “Or any other form of advance notice.”

“Right.” You could have guessed that. It seems they have a similar dynamic to you and Haruhi (though you’d like to think you’re not quite as scatterbrained as Mr. Tall, Blond, and Gorgeous).

Its pouring outside; he’s crammed himself as close to the wall as he can get without actually touching it. It’s too dark now to tell if there’s a car behind him. He doesn’t even seem to have an umbrella.

You aren’t quite sure what to make of Kyoya Ootori. In seminars you do your best to debate him more politely than you did that first day, but he comes at you with a fire that makes restraint increasingly difficult (which, in turn, elicits stronger death glares and snarkier comments from Olivia). You don’t remember much of that party a few weeks ago, but you do vaguely recall somehow making a fool of yourself, and pretty sure he was involved. And, of course, you can’t see him without being reminded of Tamaki and Haruhi.

In short, he is the very, very, very last person you want to see.

On the other hand…you do some mental math. Tempting as it is to shut the door in his face, doing so would place you squarely above him on the Assholery scale. And however much he remembers of that party, he doesn’t look like he’s here to make fun of you. If anything, he looks as uncomfortable as you feel.

Though that might be more due to the rain and cold of it all.

You sigh. “Are you just going to stand there, or…”

A crease appears between those slim, dark brows. “Are you inviting me in?”

“What are you, a vampire?” He doesn’t say anything. “Yes, okay, come in.” You hear him shut the door behind him as he follows you in. “Tea?”

“No, thank you.”

“Coffee?”

“…It’s eight p.m.”

“Just trying to be polite,” you mutter.

“Thirty seconds ago you accused me of being a vampire.”

“And?”

“And then immediately invited me in anyway.”

That gets a laugh out of you. “Well. I’m not exactly a prime target for blood-sucking, since apparently my iron levels are so fucked up that I can’t be left alone for one night without a babysitter.”

“Or a multivitamin.”

“Right.” You don’t stop opening and shutting cabinets. If nothing else, it gives you an excuse to avoid eye contact while you try to figure out what exactly you said to him that night . “Do you want water?”

“You’re very persistent.”

“I wasn’t raised to welcome a guest empty-handed. Expected or otherwise.” You shoot him a look that you hope doesn’t come across as unkind, but he’s not really looking at you. He’s too busy taking stock of your tiny living-dining-cooking-etc room. You put down a glass of water on the table in front of him anyway, before turning back to finish up your tea. “You sure your girlfriend will appreciate you being at another girl’s house this late at night?”

��What?”

To his credit, he looks genuinely confused. You grab your own mug and sit down at a safe distance away (which, given the size of your place, is the same distance no matter where you sit). “Olivia.”

“Oh. No, she’s not my girlfriend.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Does she know that?”

He smiles. Subtly, but still—it’s there. “Her father wants to make some sort of business deal with my father, I think.”

“Oh, okay. I get it.” You blow on your tea, and take a sip. It’s weak. Tastes like plain hot tap water. You put it down. “The follies of being super mega rich. You’re forced to be besties with all the other super mega rich kids, huh?”

“Something like that.”

“Mm.” Based on how long he’s been standing, he must have appraised your apartment ten times over. “You can sit, you know.”

“Oh. Thank you.” He gingerly perches on the edge of one of the couches. “This is…nice.”

You shrug. “It’s an overpriced broom cupboard. But it’s home.”

“It’s just the two of you here? You and Haruhi?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s been just the two of us since kindergarten, basically.”

His brows lift. “Really?” You nod. He’s finally picked up the water. “Well, that explains it.”

“Explains what?”

He raises the glass to his lips and, just before he takes a sip, says, “Your feelings for her.”

#kyoya/reader #late bloomer #kyoya x reader #kyoya fanfic #ohshc x y/n #kyoyaxreader #softprettything #ohshc x reader #a/b/o #a/b/o fanfic #reader insert #chai.writes #kyoya x y/n #ohshc fanfiction #omegaverse #reader-insert

[eurydicees]

tamakyo 24?

number 24 you say? this one was fun, i wrote it in one of my supervisor's offices because that's just who i am at this point lol

summary: tamaki looks at kyoya as he isn't and as he is and as he can be. he looks at kyoya as something holy, and he prays. prompt: spotify wrapped #24, holiest (glass animals) pairings: tamaki suoh/kyoya ootori words: 1896 warnings: none

your prayer is just my miracle long time coming

Tamaki watches Kyoya, sometimes, at events like this and thinks that maybe he was made, created, crafted specifically to be a part of this world.

They’re at some function that the Kurakano family is hosting and that both the Ootori and Suoh family had been invited to. Kyoya had been required by his father to attend in his stead, and Tamaki had convinced his father that it would be a good opportunity for himself as well. He’s still not quite sure how he did that, because he is well aware that his only motivation is that he wanted to eat particularly good food that night. 

The function is being held in some conference building that the Kurakano family owns—while Tamaki isn’t quite sure what their trade is, he knows that it’s something that’s become more profitable in recent years—and Tamaki has found himself standing in the corner of the room, observing more than participating in any conversations. 

He’s not quite sure what the goal of the night is beyond his father maintaining his current connections and perhaps making new ones; he just knows that the champagne is giving him a slight headache and this night has really not been worth the food. He takes another sip of the champagne anyway, for lack of something better to do with his hands. 

Across the room, Kyoya is talking with some other businessman about something that Tamaki doesn’t really care about the details of. Kyoya’s job tonight is to make connections with the fathers of their classmates; this is something Tamaki only knows because Kyoya had told him with a bit of an eye roll while they laid in his bed the night before, talking about everything except for the only thing Tamaki really wants to talk about. 

Kyoya seems to come to life at these functions in the same way a body might be resurrected in a cemetery. He comes into himself in a warped kind of way, becoming something cold and calculating. He can talk his way into and out of anything, can make expensive deals and shake sweaty hands, can talk up his father and their business even when there isn’t quite something to be proud of at the moment. He makes himself the perfect image of what everyone wants him to be. What everyone expects a son of the Ootori family to be. 

Tamaki isn’t quite sure that he likes it. 

He’s not quite sure that he enjoys being around this person that Kyoya forces himself to be when they go to these things. It’s like watching Kyoya regress four years back into what he was before they became friends. He shoves himself back into that box with sharp, razor-blade corners that can cut deals and draw lines where there hadn’t been lines before. Sometimes—and perhaps this is foolish, perhaps this is self-centered, perhaps it isn’t true at all—Tamaki thinks that Kyoya is only ever alive when he’s with the hosts. When he’s with Tamaki. 

But still, Kyoya shakes someone’s hand before he turns, looking around the room as if he’s searching for something, then spots Tamaki from across the crowd and begins to head over; but still, Tamaki loves him. He’s not sure he really enjoys who Kyoya forces himself to be when his dad asks him to be it, but he still knows the parts of Kyoya that are warm. He still knows the parts of Kyoya that are genuine. He still loves him. 

It’s never been a hard thing to do. Whatever Kyoya seems to think about himself, it’s never been hard for Tamaki to love him. It’s not in spite of this business persona that Tamaki loves him, but in part because of it. Because he knows what Kyoya has to do in order to become that; he knows the reasons Kyoya does it. He knows the endless stretch of loyalty that burns in Kyoya’s chest—to family, to friends, to friends who are more family than his blood—and he knows the love that resides there in that vastness. 

So it’s not hard to love Kyoya, whether or not Tamaki enjoys seeing who he forces himself to be at these events. Besides, he knows the sides of Kyoya that come naturally him, the sides that he represses, the sides that he’s ashamed of, the sides that he’s proud of, the sides that come to him when he’s with his friends, and all of those bits and pieces of him are bits and pieces that Tamaki holds tight in his hands and does not ever want to let go of. 

Kyoya is making his way across the room, weaving through the crowd to get to Tamaki. He keeps getting stopped by people, keeps having to pause and say hello to the other peers from Ouran that have also been invited to the function, keeps having to say hello to their parents when they recognize him as an Ootori and as the person representing his father here. 

Finally, Kyoya manages to meet Tamaki. He doesn’t smile, he keeps his back straight. Tamaki wants to kiss him. He cannot. 

They haven’t talked about it. About their relationship. About what it means that, after the club one day, Kyoya sat next to him on the couch and guided his chin over to look him in the eyes. About what it means that he had been silent for a moment, and about what it means that he had leaned in to kiss him. No words spoken, no questions needed. They haven’t talked about what it means that Tamaki kissed him back. They haven’t talked about what it means that Kyoya then walked away, his hands shaking and his eyes straight ahead. 

“How are you enjoying the champagne?” Kyoya asks, looking him over. His voice is stilted, hard, like he hasn’t shifted out of business mode and into friendship yet. 

“It’s alright,” Tamaki says. “Tastes expensive but not good, you know what I mean?” 

Kyoya cracks a smile. “Haruhi would hate it.” 

“They would,” Tamaki agrees. “Do you?” 

“It’s alright. Costly but tasteless, like you said.” 

Tamaki nods, turning his gaze to the floor, not sure what to do with himself. His grip tightens around the champagne flute. Quietly, looking up only to catch Kyoya looking away, he asks, “Do you want to get out of here for a bit? There’s a balcony just past that door over there.” 

Kyoya swallows, eyes following the tilt of Tamaki’s head to where he’s pretty sure a door leads to some kind of balcony outlook. It’s a wooden door with ornate paneling—they would be alone; alone, and no one would be able to see them. 

“Yeah,” Kyoya says after a moment. “Sure.”

Tamaki smiles at him, then turns to start walking over to the door. He doesn’t look, but he can feel Kyoya’s presence at his side. It’s comforting, like a kind of shadow. A shadow he’s in love with, but he chooses not to think about that part for the time being. 

He pushes the door open, holding it for Kyoya to step through before letting it swing close. It’s nearing cold outside, a breeze cooling the air. Kyoya shivers—he’s always been so sensitive to the cold—and he wraps his arms around his chest to hold himself. Tamaki shrugs off his suit jacket, giving Kyoya a shy smile as he drapes it over his shoulders. 

“Here,” Tamaki says softly, folding down the collar. Kyoya takes hold of the jacket, wrapping it tighter around himself. “It’s getting to be that time of year, huh? When it starts getting too cold to be outside. It’s sad.” 

“You never really liked winter,” Kyoya says, laughing a little. There’s something tired and bitter about it. “You know, I told myself—no, that’s not true. I told Kaoru that I’d confess to you before winter break. It was a stupid promise.” 

Tamaki blinks. He sets the champagne flute on the flat of the balcony railing and turns to face Kyoya head on. “Why was it stupid?” 

Kyoya sighs, tightening his hands on the edges of Tamaki’s suit jacket around his shoulders. “Because I kissed you and you—you didn’t say anything. Because I left and you didn’t stop me.” 

Tamaki stares at him, eyes wide, lips parted. He can see his breath in the air. The sun, setting, is pink and orange and light on Kyoya’s face, filling in the shadows with a blush of color offset only by the hurt in his frown, in the way he looks over the edge of the balcony at the city rather than at Tamaki. 

“Kyoya,” Tamaki says slowly. “You don’t get it.” 

“Don’t get what?” 

“I kissed you back, don’t you remember?” Tamaki takes a breath. “I kissed you back and then you were the one who left. Kyoya, you left.” 

Kyoya inhales deeply, eyes distant. He turns out to the city skyline, resting his elbows on the balcony railing. He closes his eyes to the sun, and Tamaki watches the sunset melting across his cheeks. “I thought you didn’t want to deal with it. With…me. It’s okay if you don’t. I’ll be okay.” 

“I won’t,” Tamaki says, voice sharp. “I won’t be okay.” 

Kyoya turns to him. He’s barely a silhouette in the touch of the sun; barely a shadow. Tamaki wants to reach out and touch, take his hand, but he’s afraid that it would burn him. 

He does it anyway. He lets go of his own fear, and Kyoya's fear, and the forbidding sensation of an oncoming burning, and he steps closer to put a hand to Kyoya’s cheek. He feels like he’s touching something delicate, something fragile. Like if he presses his thumb into the skin there too hard, Kyoya will shatter. Like if he bruises the skin now, Kyoya will bleed out. 

“I love you too much to let go now,” Tamaki says softly. As soft as the sun. It’s not a question, but it feels like a prayer looking for an answer from a god. He doesn’t doubt it, he would never doubt his love for Kyoya, but he’s waiting for the miracle to come or to slip away. He’s waiting for Kyoya to reach back to him, to touch him like he’s something holy, like he’s something loved in return. He’s waiting for Kyoya’s smile to come like a kind of benediction. 

Kyoya’s answer comes in the form of him leaning over and pressing his lips to Tamaki’s mouth, whispering his own love prayer under his breath. His kiss carries the weight of a thousand suns, beaming hot and true against Tamaki’s skin. Tamaki is wrapped in a kind of holy fire—tongue in Kyoya’s mouth—that flickers up and down his skin—hands on Kyoya’s jaw—and soaks up the light—heartbeat pressed to Kyoya’s chest, breath caught on Kyoya’s lips. Kyoya’s answer comes in the taste of redemption, of supplication, of an expanse of love. 

When he pulls away, Kyoya studies him as if he is searching for all the synonyms for I love you in a thesaurus. He looks Tamaki up and down—Tamaki cannot read the stillness in his face and it terrifies him—and then exhales, deep and shaky. 

“I’ve wanted that for so long,” Kyoya says softly. “So long, Tamaki.” 

He kisses Kyoya again. And again. And again. He whispers, praying for another, just one more, or maybe a thousand more, “Me too.”

#ask #my writing #tamakyo my beloveds <3 #ty for the excuse to write them once again #tamakyo #tamaki suoh #kyoya ootori #kyotama #tamakyo fanfic #ohshc #ouran high school host club #ohshc fanfic

[equizona]

Note: So someone really nice requested this through messages so here we are probably five years later– However I sadly did not do all of the character's– Uh, I'm stupid so I may have misunderstood the ask too, so that's nice. (And I wrote this with the biggest headache?? If the symptoms don't die out I might how to get tested for Covid-19 or something) Basically I just did some normal teasing headcanons– Oh and they are a bit short– lemme just tag– @cml-san I hope you like it– Sorry that I didn't do Kyoya!

Fandom(s): The Disastrous Life of Saiki K, Boku No Hero Academia.

Character(s): Saiki Kuusuke, Kuboyasu Aren, Shinsou Hitoshi, Takami Keigo.

Scenario: Teasing their crush

Warnings: None(?)

Saiki Kuusuke

Please, he knows everything. And even if he doesn't he'll just guess it, so I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAT HE DOESN'T KNOW IF YOU LIKE HIM OR NOT–

If you do like him he'll certainly be teasing you about your crush the entire time, always asking you if you like someone.

He's low-key high-key very sadistic, so he really gets a kick whenever you get super frustrated.

But also you're like his favorite person in the entire world so he'll never take it too far, ya'know?

IF YOU ARE SHORT HE WILL TEASE YOU NO THERE IS NO ESCAPE

Literally he probably just lives off of your suffering–

Low-key loves making you embarrass yourself in public please–

Kuboyasu Aren

He actually doesn't like teasing people much, it's just not his thing? He would rather beat you up–

BUT he does like seeing you all flustered so he'll do it here and there.

But at the same time he's scared he'll take it too far and get mean and then you'll hate him forever and he doesn't want that because you're the first person he's ever liked and aaah–

He doesn't do it often, but once he gets to know you better and is a bit more aware of your boundaries he'll do it here and there

Please he knows nothing about social interactions help–

Shinsou Hitoshi

THIS LITTLE SHIT—

Okay but just like Kuusuke if you happen to be short there will be no escape for you–

He isn't the best at social interactions since he was always alone as a kid because everyone was scared of him so he might take things a bit far, but he's more than happy to tone things down if it means you're comfortable around him–

STILL THOUGH HE LOVES MAKING YOU EMBERASSED

Another one that thrives on your suffering honestly

Takami Keigo[Hawks]

Please he is the only one on this list that has any idea how to do the social interaction thing and even then he only really knows how to act with co-workers or fans

On another note, he seems to have some sort of instincts that just makes it so he doesn't overstep any boundaries

He also low-key thrives on your suffering, but he doesn't want you to suffer too bad–

Loves arching you get flustered it's his sole purpose in life he swears

He's more likely to tease you in public rather than in private

#saiki k #the disastrous life of daiki k #bnha #mha #saiki k x reader #the disastrous life of saiki k x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #saiki kusuke #kusuke saiki #hawks x reader #hawks #takami keigo #takami keigo x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou hitoshu x reader #i'm dying #why did i do this #reeeeee #sorry kyoya buddy I love you but I haven't watched ohshc in five years so

[loneliestmuffin]

This thing on Ao3!

2.10.2021 Hand holding

On our Way to You

Skull/Lal/Colonnello

(Bonus pairing Reborn/Lal, All/All)

Colonnello and Skull are super excited today. Which is understandable. Afterall, it's not everyday that Fon invites them all to celebrate the Chinese New Year with him. It's just... Skull and Colonnello are almost too excited.

Skull has been bouncing with every step ever since they left the COMSUBIN base and his excitement slowly infected Colonnello. Now there's two idiots, hopped up on unnecessary adrenaline, making the peaceful streets of Italy unsafe. And because Reborn decided to accompany them, of course they have to pass through the random street market that popped up overnight.

Because Reborn saw the stand selling flowery honey as they passed by and that inevitably attracted him like a starving ant. And when Lal gives him a dirty look for it, he gives her an innocent smile and sweetly sing-songs. "Its either this or getting me unbanned from the farmer's market~ Your choice."

Lal rolls her eyes, sighing faintly, before rubbing the bridge of her nose a tiny bit. This is giving her a headache, because Colonnello is trying to buy the entire jewelry stand, just to have a gift for everyone and... To be honest, Lal has no damn idea where Skull went.

The point is that Skull and Colonnello are like little kids and she can't keep track of them.

Reborn isnt any help either, because he very very caught up in investigating the different flowery tastes this honey allegedly has. This is the third damn jar he wants to taste test and the stand owner is getting fussy and suspicious. Lal has to be obviously annoyed at this point, because when Reborn glances at her, he does this exaggerated, heavy sigh and grumbles. "You're their mom. You do something."

Lal's response is instantaneous and biting. "You are their dad. Why would you do this."

Reborn pulls a bit of a face, before his eyes land on another jar and he becomes adorably excited. "Ch-cherry-honey?"

Aaaand Lal lost him. Again. This is enough to snap the last few strands of her patience. So she whistles loudly, a sharp, high pitched tone. Colonnello instantly perks up from the jewelry stand, grabbing everything he paid for and running over to her as quickly as he can. He's flustered pink and adorable, but Lal doesn't have to acknowledge that. "You're staying with me, starting now. No more running off, soldier."

Colonnello damn near salutes her, but he catches himself at the last moment and pauses instead. He takes a single look at all the stuff he bought, shoves the paper baggies into each other and excitedly grabs Lal's hand. Lal flusters faintly, but... Well... 'Nello is being adorable... So she'll let it slide this time...

Unfortunately, that's exactly when Skull returns, running around a corner at full speed for some reason and screeching to a stop right in front of them. His eyes are positively glowing with his flame. That's just how excited he is. And he can't contain his voice either, apparently. "Are we holding hands-?!"

Lal can't even get a word in edgewise before her other free hand has been claimed by her excitedable little sky. And she still hasn't found the right words, by the time Reborn finally finishes his shopping. He stocked up on about... Four different jars of needlessly expensive honey.

Their sun takes one look at them and he instantly sounds very scandalized and deeply offended. "Heyyy... Since when were you all holding hands? Why wasn't I invited-?"

Lal is dying off an unnecessarily deep blush, but luckily, Skull has the tendency to just spout solutions whenever he has them. He's also very handy, immediately reaching for Reborn free hand and holding it all too happily. He has no right to sound so damn bright and innocent. "Aw, don't worry Senpai! I have two hands!"

Colonnello then looks at his wristwatch and his eyes go comically large, before he waves a hand at Skull and Reborn. "We have to go! NOW! Or we'll be late, kora!"

And that's how Lal ends up running down the winding streets of italy, her hands warmed by the calloused palms of two childish idiots. With Reborn helpfully reminding all of them why they have even gone out today. "Lunar New years... Did we bring those gift envelope thingies for Fon?"

Skull is loud and bright, but nobody minds that anymore. By now they are fully able to crank his volume down in their minds as it happens. "I have everything in my pockets!"

Colonnello huffs laughter and Lal has to resist rolling her eyes yet again. Skull is adorable. He's just... A lot sometimes, when it comes to what he does and doesn't have in his pockets. Colonnello sounds criminally cheerful and it chases heat into Lal's cheeks. "That's good, Sweetie! Cause we've finally reached our destination~"

He's right. The Kaputziner Fon chose for their family dinner today is right ahead of them. And Colonnello isn't slowing down at all, dragging them all along after him. Fortunately some poor civilian just so happens to open the Kaputziner's glass doors right as Colonnello is about to run headfirst into.

Colonnello nearly loses his balance over that, screeching to a stop and waving his free hand for balance. Lal pulls him back upright, sighing sharply, when her other hand is suddenly very lonely. Only for a moment though, because Reborn all too happily takes Skull's place.

Skull instead runs ahead to the table that was reserved for them, making quite the... Ruckus, just before he launches himself onto Verde's slender shoulders. Lal, 'Nello and Reborn are several meters away, but they can still hear Skull's excited exclamation. "Hubby!"

They all come to take their seats by the time Fon gets over his happy incredulity. He gives Skull his best pout, putting his hands on his hips. "Excuse me? That there is my hubby."

Skull pauses in his exaggerated Verde-snuggling, to give Fon an adorable, innocent blink. "We can... Share?"

Fon shoos Skull away, pulling a slightly stunned Verde against his own chest and pressing kisses into his hair. Fon sounds very pouty, even though he's hiding an obvious smile in Verde's fluff. "No. He's mine. I had him first and I'm not sharing."

Skull visibly deflates, before he shrugs mildly. "Aw. Alright. I'll let you keep your scientist I guess."

He sounded dismissive, but they all know better. Even if Verde still pretends to take offense. "Hey!"

But Skull just ruffles his hair, before he turns to wave happily to Luce, Aria and the kids instead. Because of course they would be fashionably late. When they look again, Viper already spawned in, frowning at the menu, before looking at Fon. "Who's gonna be paying-?"

But Aria stumbles into their words, so obviously excited. As kids tend to be. "When do we get to exchange gifts-??"

Luce gently caresses a hand through Aria's hair, motherly love radiating from that action alone. Because of course Luce adores every single one of their girls. "Don't be so hasty."

Fon giggles quietly, still wrapping Verde in his selfish embrace. "I already Video chatted with my family back in China. Then there's decorations, which we did this morning. Next... Comes family dinner. Gifts happen after that."

The kids obviously deflate, but they also obediently climb into the chairs that were reserved for them. Fon's short speech reminded Reborn of a thing, however. And of course their chaotic sun doesn't stay quiet when he wonders things. "Did you family get their gifts on time? What was the little one's reaction?"

Fon gives Reborn a blank stare and his voice has never been that deadpan before. "I did not send Kyoya a gun. I send him a rubber baton. And he loved it."

Reborn is pouting. Verde is cuddling his wife. Fon is cuddling his husband. Viper is still fretting over the menu, but Reborn Jr. is by their side, doing his best to calm them down. Luce is helping the girls figure out their orders. Colonnello has yet to let go of Lal's hand. Lal has yet to speak up about that. Skull happily chats with anyone that wants to listen to him about his day.

They are a family.

Tomorrow's prompt: Under the Rain. Whom shall it be?

#reborn khr #khr arcobaleno #khr fanfiction #skull de mort #khr viper #khr fon #khr lal #khr luce #khr verde #khr colonnello #khr aria #khr flufftober #flufftober

[thebeautyoffanfics]

Howdyy!! Congrats on 200 followers! That’s so exciting.

I would really like to get a character letter if that’s cool. I’d like it to be from Kyoya from OHSHC, and I think a confession letter would be pretty rad.

My name is Kristi and my pronouns are she/her. oh! And my relationship to him would be mutual pining! Thank you sm and congrats again on 200 <3 🌙🌙

a/n: thanks so much!! I’m not sure if i’ve ever written for anyone from ouran yet, much less kyoya, so i do hope this turns out alright :00 i also super super hope that it’s in character- i’ll try to get his style down as best as i can!! thank you so much for requesting!!! <33

Dear Kristi,

I hope you’re doing well when you receive this letter. I’m a rather busy man, so I do hope you can understand the sincerity in this letter. Many girls, I’m sure, would appreciate something like this. Please, read it thoroughly.

I’m no fan of dragging this sort of thing out. If you’d prefer a gentleman who goes out of his way to give you some dramatic monologue, I’m afraid that the wrong person has fallen for you. Still, you aren’t as sly as you think you are- and I’m afraid, with you, I’m not either. Over the time that I’ve come to know you, I have found myself growing fond of you. Our friendship has been enjoyable, and seeing you daily is a sort of highlight… I do assume you know where I’m getting with this. I’ve fallen for you, Kristi, and it would be ideal if you returned the feelings. However, even if I don’t understand it, I would respect you if you felt indifferent.

Well, with this much of a page remaining, I suppose it would be a shame to have written a letter in the first place. So, though these sort of cheesy things are best done when being paid for, I’ll elaborate how I feel necessary. Free of charge, of course.

You are the type of person who… isn’t a headache. Unlike many people I’m surrounded by, your presence is comforting. I appreciate it. As you’re surely well aware, I wouldn’t tell you that, nor any of this, if I didn’t truly mean it. After all, even if you’ve visited me in the club room, there’s no special package you can earn that makes me required to send “love letters” and spend unnecessary time with you. However, that may be a good idea for someone like Tamaki… I’d have to consider something like that. Still, as I’m writing this, no such thing exists. Even if it did, I believe I’d want to leave that for Tamaki. I’d certainly leave it for the blond brat if your feelings are indeed mutual.

Kristi, I appreciate your friendship. I appreciate how you put up with things, particularly me. As troublesome as any person may be, the times that you are troublesome are easy to forgive. On top of that, they feel few and far between. Your personality is admirable, as is everything else about you. I mean that genuinely. With all this being said, once again, please consider everything in this letter carefully. If you would, do consider paying me a visit to let me know if my confession has or hasn’t been accepted. For you, I’ll be willing to take even more time out of my relentlessly busy schedule. That is, to write this, to get a response, and (should the response be positive) maybe even have some time together with you. A date, perhaps? A date with you does sound nice.

Sincerely,

Kyoya Ootori

#anon #ohshc #kyoya ootori #ouran high school host club #x reader #letter from character

[ladyryukyo]

You could also write something about Kyoya/Chris. Or do I have to post cool pictures of them first and write all the stories about them myself? :D

of course i've been planning to write something for kyoya and chris, you know i love them 👀👀 but none of that is close to finished so here is something small just for you heh 💛

chris is obsessed with kyoya's hair. it starts small and innocuous enough, chris catching himself staring at the way kyoya's special move blows his hair out of his face, revealing his tense jaw and eyes set in determination. the strong gusts of wind loosen his low ponytail but kyoya doesn't seem to mind, letting long strands of hair whip into his face while his gaze is fixed on the bey battle in the arena before him. orion and leone crash together in an explosion that bathes kyoya in sharp, bright white light, his lips parting in a cutting grin that is almost feral, canines bared.

chris doesn't even realize that he notices this but when he's lying in bed that night, the image haunts his thoughts and he keeps tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. every time he forces himself to shove the image out of his brain, his mind wanders back to it after a few minutes and the cycle starts anew.

in the morning, chris is exhausted and dizzy and in a shitty mood and he keeps. thinking. about. kyoya's. stupid. hair. and the way it framed kyoya's face in wild, untamed locks by the time his ponytail had loosened almost completely due to the lion gale force wall pulling and tearing at it with unrestrained strength. the more chris thinks about it (and he thinks about it a lot), he realizes that he really wants to run his fingers through that hair. he wonders if it's as soft as it looks and if kyoya uses special products to get it that way.

once he realizes where his thoughts have turned, chris' eyes widen as he feels the unfamiliar sensation of his face heating up. he instinctively crumples up the piece of paper he's been holding, squeezing it in his hands until it suddenly rips in two. fortunately, no one at the wbba headquarters pays him any mind, aside from hikaru who eyes him suspiciously from the other side of the room. chris ignores her because he knows that she doesn't have the time to check on him anyway, her schedule always packed to the last minute.

the more often he catches himself thinking about this, the more annoyed he gets. his coworkers avoid him for most of the day like they can sense his worsening mood from a distance which suits him just fine. he goes home with a headache and a frown that has possibly been permanently carved onto his face.

he does not like kyoya's hair. he does not want to touch it or play with it or braid it (badly and unevenly) and he definitely does not want kyoya to lean into his touch and make little noises of contentment that will remind chris of the pleased purr of a cat. he does not like kyoya's hair and he does not like kyoya and-

chris comes to an abrupt halt in the middle of the sidewalk. a pedestrian swears at him when they almost crash right into him and others walk around him while glaring at him for obstructing the way. but chris doesn't really notice any of that, his mind too overcome with the realization that just blew his whole world view slightly out of proportion.

shit. he likes kyoya, doesn't he?

#chris being overly dramatic about realizing his feelings for kyoya? it's more likely than you think #also chris realizing his feelings for kyoya: FUCK THIS FUCK YOU NO THANK YOU WTF #i love this drama queen #i've really been on such a kyoben trip lately that i completely forgot about all my other ships which is a crime!! #my multishipper heart demands more multishipper posts and who am i to deny it #(seriously tho pls post pics and write about them as well ily) #mfb #metal fight beyblade #kyoya tategami #mfb chris #mfb headcanons #i wrote this