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host-club-hq · 9 months

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heyyy !!! can i submit a request ? thanks !!! feel free to reject/deny this if u want to tho !!!

reader who’s from a middle to upper middle range family and they’re like in their 20’s or so and they just seem to have a lot of time and money on their hands but their family doesn’t know what they exactly do in terms of work so they confront her and ask if they’re doing drugs or nsfw work and turns out they have a bf (kyoya) who’s just really rich

thanks !!! 🫶

➼ pairing: kyoya ootori x fem!reader (slice of life!AU)

➼ summary: you come from a middle class family and all of a sudden you’ve been spending considerably large amounts of money… and your family is wondering what exactly it is you do for a living nowadays? are you in with the wrong sort of people?

➼ word count: 2.7k

➼ what to expect: "It's worth nothing if you aren't wearing it."

➼ warnings: none :) unless an excessive amount of fluff causes you to have severe heart issues (me too babe)

➼ i literally saw this request and was like oh my god i have to write it, then since i wasn't at my laptop, proceeded to write the fic in my beta reader's dms. thank u so much for this request it actually helped me get out of a writing rut :)

You never thought you would be sitting in your apartment for a living.

Well, technically, that's not what you do for a living, but it might as well be.

You work from home, with extremely short hours and a paycheck that's nothing to write home about. You could do your job from an office, but why bother? Most of the 8 hours you would work, you'd be sitting at your desk with nothing to do, your brain going numb from lack of stimulation.

Although you don't enjoy having virtual meetings with strangers, that's basically your entire job — you are a virtual history tutor, after all.

You never wanted to be a teacher but you still wanted to pass your extensive knowledge on to other generations, so you figured either being a substitute teacher or a tutor would suffice. And when the school you applied to mentioned an online tutor position, you snatched it up and ran with it.

Of course, you had a job before this. And it definitely wasn't your dream job. Before your passion for teaching arose, you took one of the first jobs you found available that called you for an interview. The secretary of a prestigious CEO of... a company that you're not quite sure what they did (you called it your Devil Wears Prada moment). You vaguely remember copying data and putting things in color-coded folders, but the position was brutal. You were set with impossible tasks and goals that your immediate superiors struggled to reach (truly, your Devil Wears Prada moment). You contemplated swerving your car into oncoming traffic every day on your way to work at 6:30 in the morning (obviously you didn't, too many innocent lives would have been put in danger).

But, at least, that's where you met-

Knock, knock, knock-knock-knock... knock, knock

Your ears immediately perk up and you turn your head toward the front door from your position on the sofa in the living room. There's only one soul alive that would knock on your door in that fashion.

You shut your laptop rather hastily and leap up to answer the door, sliding through the kitchen and the entry foyer in your socks to get there. Honestly, the distance from the front door to your workspace could have been considered a 5k marathon (no it's not, you're just out of shape).

You don't even have to glance at the peephole before you open the door to reveal-

"y/n! Oh, my dear, how are you?" You're immediately pulled into a crushing embrace and a comforting scent surrounds you.

"Mom?" You gawk, slowly encircling your arms around her to return the hug.

"I know I probably should have called but when I thought about doing it, I was already at your door. And I have to say, this is quite the upgrade!" Your mother wanders in without an invite, in awe of the clean, neat appearance of your apartment.

Well, penthouse. You take up the entire 58th floor at the top of your building. The elevator requires a reading of your house key-card to even press the button. It opens up right in front of your door.

... how did she get up here?

"How on earth did you get up here?" You voice your thoughts as her mother discards her walking shoes beside your own, slipping on a pair of guest slippers.

"I told the man in the lobby I was your mother and you would not believe the convincing I had to do to get him to let me up. He even needed my ID!"

"Well, yeah, because you don't live here-"

"Would you look at this place! My god, y/n, how do you keep it so clean? Not a speck of dust!" Your mother, true to her nature, swipes a finger across a nearby decorative table and it comes up absolutely spotless.

"Thanks, I mean it's not-"

"You even have a foyer! And a kitchen that doesn't double as the dining room!" Your mother wanders into the next room faster than you can process her presence.

"Mom, what are-" You try to best to follow her, slipping and sliding over the wooden floors in your fluffy socks.

"Really, y/n, I never pegged you to like modern furniture! I thought you liked a little character in your possessions. But, I must say, it's much better than I imagined your living situation to be." She strolls into the living room next, gawking at the mere size.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" You frown, relieved that she seems to have finally picked a room to settle in. She sets her enormous bag on the sofa.

"What are you even doing here? Not that I don't appreciate the surprise visit..." You save quickly, smiling sheepishly at the glare she briefly sends your way.

"I wanted to see you of course. But..." She digs through her purse and pulls out a Macbook. "I came for an explanation for this." She all but waves it around. You wince.

"Careful. Why do you need an explanation for that? You mentioned you needed a better laptop and your birthday was coming up so I thought-"

"Exactly! It's perfect, it's everything I could have ever dreamed of in a laptop!" Your mother scolds. You tilt your head.

"... is that a problem?" You blink owlishly.

"First it was the watch for your father's birthday, then the mountain of stuffed animals for your little sister for Christmas, and now this!" Your mother sighs, crossing her arms after setting the Macbook on the coffee table.

"Wha- I'm sorry, I think I'm missing what the fuss is about. I tell you guys to send me your lists and you never do, so I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted-"

"It is what we wanted, that's why I'm here!" She retaliates.

"Okay, Mom, you're going to have to calm down and tell me what the problem is because I am clearly missing something here." You lead her to the coffee table, where you both lower yourselves to the floor, cross your legs, and sit beneath it.

She takes a deep, calming breath, "I'm just concerned is all. Your last job was enough for you to live and have a fair amount of money to spare, but you don't even work there anymore." Your mother places both hands on the table, avoiding your eye.

"You're right, I don't work for them anymore." You quirk a brow, curious as to where this is going.

"And now you're an online tutor who barely works more than a few hours per day, sometimes a week! So... I'm just curious..." She sighs, shaking her head.

"How are you getting the money for all of this? This is a multimillion dollar penthouse, you sent your father a 7,000 dollar watch, and you sent me a laptop worth at least a few thousand dollars." Your mother finally meets your eyes.

Before you can respond, she reaches across the table and grabs you by the shoulders.

"Just tell me the truth. Are you selling drugs? Are you stripping? Are you doing drugs? Because whatever it is, I'm sure I can talk my way into gaining your innocence in a courtroom but you have to come clean-"

"Mom! I'm not doing anything illegal!" You exclaim adamantly, shrugging her grip off your shoulders.

"Are you in credit card debt? Your father warned you about things like this, and I always thought you were a modest spender but-"

"Mom, listen to me, okay? I'm not in debt. I'm not stripping. I'm not doing drugs." You take both of her hands in yours and speak calmly. She nods, still looking a little confused.

"Then how are you getting all of the money for this?" She asks.

You chew your lip, "Well... it's not really my money-"

Just as you begin your explanation, the front door opens and shuts loudly, the sound of dress shoes click loudly against the wooden floors.

"Honey, there's someone in your house." Your mom steadies herself, reaching for her purse like she's got some sort of weapon.

"Mom? Mom!" You hiss quietly as she starts to get up.

"I'm home, darling! Are you in the living room?"

Your mother blinks at the voice calling from the foyer.

"Yeah, I'm in here!" You reply in a trembling voice, your brain trying to decide whether or not you should greet your boyfriend or calm your mother first.

Before either of you can open your mouths again, the body attached to the voice calling for you appears in the doorway.

Kyoya sheds his blazer, leaving him clad in his button up shirt tucked into his dress pants as he tosses it onto the coat rack beside him.

"I was- oh." Kyoya finally looks up, meeting your eyes first, then the worried, albeit confused, eyes of your mother.

"I'm sorry, I hope I wasn't interrupting anything." Kyoya bows politely at the presence of someone unfamiliar to him.

Your mother's instincts cause her to return the bow where she's sitting, still completely lost.

"You're not, darling." You get up from your place at the table to greet him.

Kyoya welcomes you eagerly, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, bewildering your mother further, before making eye contact with her again.

"This must be your mother. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. l/n. I've heard so much about you." Kyoya bows once more, a bit more deeply.

Your mother blinks, eyes glancing between you and Kyoya with haste.

"Mom, this is Kyoya Ootori... my boyfriend." You allow Kyoya to place a respectful arm around your back.

"Your what?" She blurts. You grimace. You knew you'd have to tell her sooner or later, but most of your high school boyfriends were intimidated by her and her doting nature.

And the fact that your father threatened to end their lives if they ever laid a finger on you.

"My boyfriend..." You sigh, almost like a scolded child.

"Ah, that reminds me. A flower for you, my dear." Kyoya sets down the shopping bag he was holding and his briefcase, handing you a rose.

"Oh, it's so pretty. Thank you." You'd rather Kyoya brought you individual flowers than an expensive bouquet since you're god-awful at keeping them alive. You peck his cheek.

"Oh, and before I forget. I saw this in a store window on my way home and I couldn't help but imagine how well it would paired with that black dress you know I like so much. I thought you could wear it to dinner." Kyoya pulls out a large, black velvet box from the shopping bag and turns toward you.

"Kyoya, we've talked about this-"

"I know. You don't like when I spend money on you but I just couldn't help myself." He opens the box to reveal a necklace glittering with diamonds, more than you can count. It glimmers in the light and you're afraid to even touch it, let alone wear it.

"Oh, my god, this must have cost a fortune." Your jaw goes slack. Your mother nosily peers over your shoulder and gasps loudly.

"It's worth nothing if you aren't wearing it." Kyoya smiles. A pretty pink hue dusts your cheeks at the compliment as your heart flutters.

"Thank you, my love. It's breathtaking." You gently take the box from him so he can gather his own things.

"Would your mother like to join us for dinner? I'm sure they won't mind moving us to a different table." Kyoya inquires innocently.

Your mother in question is still completely baffled by all of this.

"So... so you're dating my daughter? And... you're rich?" Your mother blurts.

"Mom!" You scold.

Kyoya chuckles, "I'm under the impression you hadn't been told about me. My apologies."

"Kyoya!" You scold him next.

"And... and this is... your house?" Your mother gestures to your surroundings.

"Yes, ma'am." Kyoya nods affirmatively.

"I moved in about... I want to say two months ago or so." You shrug. Kyoya nods.

"And how long have you been dating exactly?" She quirks a brow.

You nearly cringe at your answer, "... a year."

"A YEAR?" Your mother all but shrieks, earning a wince from you.

"Mom, it's not a big deal-" You reach for her to calm her down.

"It is a big deal! You've been seeing this gorgeous man with a mansion behind my back!" She gestures wildly to Kyoya, who blinks at her, brows raised at her reaction.

"Not behind your back! You never asked!" You insist.

"That's because you swore off men in high school after that boy stood you up-"

"WE don't have to talk about that." You want to shove your hands over her mouth. Kyoya quirks a brow quietly from behind you.

You sigh, "I met him while I was a secretary. He owns a portion of his father's company and was scheduled to meet with my boss."

That's the only thing you're thankful to that secretary position for. Your boss had buzzed for you to prepare two cups of tea for him and his guest. Once you brought them their tea, your attention was stolen by the man sitting across from your superior. Luckily, you didn't drop any of the china on your way in once you caught sight of him. After Kyoya was finished meeting with your boss, he struck up a light conversation with you that had your heart soaring. Simply basking in his beauty and powerful nature made you swoon.

Kyoya returned to your boss's office far more often than he ever needed to after his first interaction with you. He appeared at your desk, asking for your boss when these types of things could have definitely been handled over the phone. At first he didn't understand why he did it, but he soon realized his feelings for you when he caught himself asking you to dinner on his way out one day.

"I still don't understand why you didn't tell me you were dating this man. Let alone living with him." Your mother finally calms down enough to have your heart aching with guilt.

"I meant to, Mom, but I just... I guess I was afraid of how you'd react." You admit finally, fidgeting with your fingers.

"Kyoya helps me pay for you gifts because I want the best for you. But honestly, he can get you much nicer things than I pick out... I'm pretty sure he can buy you a house." You mutter your last sentence.

Your mother laughs, "If my daughter likes him, I like him. Come here, Kyoya." She strides forward and pulls Kyoya down for a tight embrace.

Kyoya nearly chokes, clearly rendered speechless by her sudden show of affection. He manages to reciprocate despite his shock.

"Thank you. I can assure you, I only want the best for your daughter. I'm sorry we haven't met sooner." Kyoya grins.

He has contemplated reaching out to your mother by himself despite your adamant disapproval. But he hated the idea of going behind your back to do anything at all, so he kept to himself.

"It's alright, dear. I'd love to get to know you better. Are you sure I wouldn't be a bother at dinner?" Your mother returns to the woman you know and love.

"Not at all." You shake your head, a wide grin spreading to your lips.

"I'll call the the driver, tell him to bring around the SUV rather than the Benz." Kyoya pulls out his cellphone.

"A driver?" Your mother gasps, placing a hand over her chest and glancing to you for confirmation. You nod, biting your lip eagerly.

Once Kyoya's sent the short message, your mother slots herself beside him and curls her arm around his.

"So, Kyoya, you own your father's company?" The two of them walk in the direction of your shared bedroom, side by side. You watch as they leave you standing in the living room.

"Just a portion of it, yes. We're in the medical business, you see, managing hospitals and..." Kyoya's voice fades off into the house. He doesn't seem to mind your mother's sudden attention in the slightest, even switching his jacket to his other arm to accommodate her like the gentleman he is.

You purse your lips, glancing down once more to the velvet box in your hands and you're reminded that you need to start getting ready for dinner. You follow them, rolling your eyes as you hear your mother start to ask about just how well Kyoya's been treating you.

This is going to be the longest dinner of your life.

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morinuu · 4 months

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LISTWN TO ME I JUST READ YOUR TAMAKI ANGST AND YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE SO FICKING GOOD??

A she falls but he falls harder

Reader finally gets over it and stops coming, moving on and focusing on herself, and he notices and starts realizing how he took her for granted

And then its him that's loosing his mind and shit like that. Dude. Dude. I'm loosing my MIND you write so well

first of all ty for the compliment >< so glad u liked it im blushing and giggling!! secondly im not sure abt the reader completely abandoning tamaki's side (i love being delulu), but i do have smth else in mind that's kinda similiar n i hope its satisfactory :3 i changed only a minor part from the og :P i wanna make this a small series..... maybe like 3-4 parts.. anw this is pt 1

☀︎｜tamaki x female reader. almost 4k words. continuation of this. ure sick, yamada hinata & aoko r just some ppl i made up for the plot, tamaki's pretty stupid n emotionally unintelligent, lots of feelings and background information, y'all r childhood friends, there's like one 4th wall break but i thought it was kinda funny so i kept it

you weren't a fan of february.

allergy season was your absolute worst, the wheezing and coughing sucking the life out of you as you struggled to change out of your clothes to get the day started. you didn't sleep much, interrupted constantly by your sore throat aching and squeezing.

sure, it's just hay fever to everyone else, but for a young woman who carried around an inhaler, it's hell. well, almost hell.

what was truly hellish wasn't the fatigue or the sneezing, but your mum dragging you back in the house and forbidding you from going to school until you're well enough to study again. how were you supposed to keep up with chemistry class if you skip?

not that your parents cared for your grades; they knew you could just enter whatever field you wanted with the connections your family held, but it felt nice to be awarded for working hard.

after your personal maid let out a small "pardon me, miss" and carried you back to bed, you realised that the feeling your soft quilt hugging your cold limbs would never be beaten by the jacket you desperately clung on to warm yourself in p.e - which just so happened to be your first period that day and you were dreading it.

"i'll be making you some tea, miss. would you like to breakfast now?" your maid's quiet voice addressed you, hoping you'd just sleep the illness off as you usually did so she could rest too.

to be fair, you weren't a very easy master to please, so could you blame her?

"i'll breakfast la-" a cough and some wheezing "-i'll breakfast later, bring some english breakfast with a slice of lemon." you said nothing else, instead focusing on calming your throat that seemed to intensify in soreness. "a pastille too."

"understood my lady, i'll be right back." she bowed and excused herself from your room, ignoring your groans of annoyance as you buried your face into the pillow.

"damn it." you muttered and extended your hand to grab your phone from your bedside table. unlocking it with the passcode (because you weren't in the mood to lift your head and let your phone scan your face) you squinted as the light mode of a social media app hit your eyes harshly, forcing you to use muscle memory to lower the brightness to its minimum.

you scrolled through, liking your friends' private posts and decided to message one of them.

yn.spam: gm dude, i cant come to school today cus im sick. can u do me a favour n tell aoko to give me her notes? she never looks at her messages.

with your phone back on the table to wait for a response, you lied back comfortably and closed your eyes, because as much as you wanted to watch something on netflix or play a video game, you didn't want to make things worse for yourself.

you grew impatient for the cup of tea your maid was brewing, rotating between wheezing, checking your phone and staring at the ceiling. it seemed like the seconds weren't passing by at all.

soon enough, your maid comes back with some fancy tray carrying a kettle, your favourite mug (the one your daddy drank from when you were a little girl before your parents divorced), a tiny plate with some lemon slices and a small box of pastilles as throat medicine.

you didn't thank the woman when she helped you sit up, nor when she stayed by your side to make sure you didn't choke between coughs and burnt yourself with the hot liquid. just as you took your first sip, your phone lit up to show your friend's response.

thatguyhinata: Ayooo gppd morning. Sry to hear tht. Sure if I see her I'll telm her.

the irises in your eyes rolled upwards at the boy's typos that irked you every time, completely ignoring how he didn't wish for your recovery.

yn.spam: thanks yamada

you never used any of your circle's first names, which your mum always found weird.

'you sure these are your friends, darling?' she would ask often, and your response would always be the same:

'yeah mum. leave me be.'

only tamaki had ever felt close enough to be called by his first name.

after swallowing your medicine, you dismissed the older woman standing over you and pulled your quilt over your quivering form again.

"gods, please let this be over soon."

...

well.

...turns out, you gotta be much more specific with what you ask of gods, because they might not have the same understanding of the word 'soon'.

here you are, three days later, with your allergy having been combined with a virus that'd been going around, intensifying your asthma symptoms and raising a high fever, making your mother and doctor ban you from walking into ouran.

halfway throughout the day, you realise what had been completely slipping your mind while your lungs were occupied inhaling abnormally.

"i have an appointment today!" you exclaimed with wide eyes, raising from the bed like lazarus from his grave.

"...?" the new maid next to you didn't say anything, she was clearly concerned. after some seconds of you overthinking something, she spoke up. "you have no other doctor's appointment today, my lady. he just left 10 minutes ago."

you shook your head quickly, ignoring the dizziness brought by your fever "bring me my phone," the girl was puzzled "now!"

bowing a quick apology, she rushed to your desk and handed you your phone with both hands, not daring to look up. you disliked new maids; they were inexperienced and annoying, but scolding her would have to wait.

"damn it, damn it, damn it!" you murmured under your breath and tapped furiously on your phone, trying to find where the hell you'd written kyouya's business e-mail address.

you had it saved as every other client of the host club had, but you had never actually used it, not once.

you never missed an appointment, and always booked the next one tete-a-tete with the black-haired manager. if you became a no-show without prior notice, wouldn't that look bad? would it annoy kyouya and he wouldn't accept you in the club again?

well no, but you had the habit of overthinki-

'would it annoy tamaki?'

you groaned and murmured to yourself - had you deleted it? maybe it was in your notes app and you erased it? was it on your old phone from a month ago?

"find an e-mail for me." you ordered the maid who looked up at you perplexed, but carried out the order nonetheless.

the girl was embarrassed when she found out her master was asking for a host's email, wanting the earth to swallow her when she dialed the ouran academy's number. 'the stuff i do for money..' she thought and prayed her family never found out.

it wasn't a long process to retrieve the address, but what was, was the rant hitting the maid's ears when your overthinking about what to write left your mouth at incredible speeds.

"should i say i'm sick? but he already knows that- he's in my class! maybe tell him to give my time to another girl? no wait, he would do that anyway... or after i apologise, i'll say that, like, something came up- but that's not believable enough... ugh!" you buried your face in your pillow and, unbeknownst to you, your new maid's eye was twitching in annoyance.

she understood now why your personal maid took the week off just when you got sick - not that she understood how and why your mum allowed it though.

(it's because you can be insufferable and she gets it.)

"my lady, may i help?" the girl let out, clearing her throat when you lifted your head from the pillow. "i can write the e-mail myself, please focus on resting."

after some convincing, you gave in.

and so 10 minutes later, back at ouran, kyouya's phone let out a ting! with your full name on the notification. he'd already guessed you wouldn't show up to your appointment considering you hadn't come to school in three days, and already had someone to fill your place but left it for the last moment in case you did show up.

why? well you were ln yn, and it was painfully obvious you were smitten with his best friend, though he could say it was a bit different from the rest of the clientele.

probably due to the fact that you'd known tamaki for much longer than kyouya had. and yet tamaki didn't seem to have the same fascination with you.

he remembers when he first met you, when he'd heard that you were spoiled rotten and weren't even planning to enroll in ouran until tamaki did. you simply transferred to be with the boy.

literally everyone knew of ln yn's almost freakish obsession with suoh tamaki, except for the victim himself.

so imagine his surprise at the strictly professional e-mail he'd received from you, where not a single mention of your host was included. weird.

after glancing at the french boy in the seat next to him eating his bowl of some-sort-of-commoner-convenience-store lunch, kyouya quickly typed a response and informed the next girl in line that a spot was open 'for tamaki's hosting services at 15:35'.

"one of your appointments cancelled due to a personal issue. we'll have someone else fill it." kyouya told tamaki, just as stated in the e-mail, even though it was pretty clear you were sick, and he couldn't figure out why you'd lie.

"hm? oh, okay!" the brunet smiled and went back to devouring his meal, not thinking much of kyouya's words.

kyouya pondered if he should tell him the client was his loyal friend yn, who would never skip out on seeing tamaki, but he stopped himself, curious as to how it would all play out.

eh, if the twins could have fun, so could he.

"oh! haruhii! daddy's here!"

the hours passed so slow you were almost convinced time was frozen when you weren't glancing at the clock on your laptop.

the drama you'd been watching started to lose its interest after presenting the third plot twist in a row, annoying you with all the plot holes it left gaping.

sipping on your green tea (you'd been drinking tamaki's recommendation, pomegranate, only to throw all of it in the trash when you heard he gave the same advice to haruhi), you paused the show and sighed in absolute, tyrannical boredom.

by now you'd normally have finished your classes and walked to music room #3, your favourite among them all.

you'd be welcomed by a host and walked to a sofa to wait for your appointment, ignoring any other girl in the waiting area trying to pick a conversation with the middle child of the ln family.

and soon enough you'd be approached by your one and only taking your hand in his and kissing it to greet you, with his blue eyes staring up at you innocently like a man in love; a look he gave to any woman nowadays, it was second nature to him.

you got lost in them so often, he sometimes dared to ask you if you didn't enjoy his company and that's why you spaced out so much.

preposterous.

you? disliking tamaki? how could he think that after all these years you spent playing together, with you transferring to his school for his sake, swallowing your pride and becoming the client of a host for him?

truly an absurd notion.

currently, however, you weren't in the host club. you were just a girl with a bunch of germs crawling everywhere around her room, unable to go out and see the man of her dreams kiss her cheek and tell her to 'get well soon'.

speaking of, your mum grew increasingly concerned when she noticed the lack of communication between you and tamaki. you were always attached to his hip like some sort of koala, and the fact that you hadn't reached out to him to inform him of your illness personally so he could visit you made her worry.

but it was only natural that you'd suspect you were being an annoyance to tamaki once you began to notice his eyes shift from you to the newest host a couple of months prior. he'd been a petit brunet boy. a first year who was friendly and of lowly origin. you didn't think much of it.

at least not until the day hikaru asked if you could fetch something he forgot in the back room, completely ignorant to the fact that haruhi had come to the club early that day to ask for another uniform because she'd been accidentally thrown water at by two classmates of hers being stupid.

so when you opened the curtain and saw a small-sized girl with only her panties on desperately trying to hide herself from you, it didn't take more than a couple of seconds to put two and two together.

tamaki wasn't fascinated by the commoner errand 'boy' turnt host.

he wanted her.

you closed the curtain, giving the girl her privacy back and muttering an curt apology, "sorry." before deciding that hikaru would have to get his things himself.

neither haruhi nor you spoke about it again, and she never snitched to the host club about your discovery of her sex.

you liked to pretend it never happened, and that it never changed anything. but just like with tamaki, pretending doesn't go anywhere. the hints were there. his furiously blushed face when he stared at her, his protection of her when the twins teased her, his demands for kyouya to do things for haruhi because she'd like it, not even because she'd asked - well, the stage of denial didn't last long.

shortly after came anger. pure, unexplainable rage and envy. the fourth of the deadly sins was soon rushing through your veins like a drug you couldn't get clean from. 'why her?' you would ask in your rampages.

you couldn't figure it out, and you couldn't ask anyone either, because as infuriated as you were, hurting haruhi by revealing her identity wasn't on your to-do list.

not because you were a good person, god no.

rather, if tamaki knew you hurt his precious daughter - you barfed - like that, who knows if you'd see him again?

and so came the bargaining stage, with your rage never leaving your blood stream, of course. being petty was always one of your main personality traits, one that tamaki would often point out.

what did fujioka haruhi have that ln yn didn't?

'nothing.' you muttered to yourself.

nothing.

nothing?

could you be absolutely sure?

you didn't see her much outside of the club, and there were a couple of times you'd heard the hosts hung out together.

maybe they had a moment? or two, three?

perhaps it was high time you stopped bothering him. perhaps then he'd realise you were the one.

that's why your texts to him had much lessened, coming to a complete stop after roughly two months of your self-doubt and insecurities getting the best of you. so did your occasional visits to his house for studying. you'd even stopped wearing the perfume he got you as a birthday present last year, even though you couldn't find another scent that fit your tastes the same way.

despite your attempts at catching his attention, the bubbling fury in your chest rose once again when you realised that maybe tamaki didn't care about you at all.

he texted you as much as you texted him, he hung out with you only when you asked, and when he came closer to you and noticed the change in your scent, he went: "different perfume, princess?"

and while normally you'd be ecstatic at him noticing, your happiness was immediately destroyed when "the other one was a little old fashioned, good thing you moved to something more fresh."

why couldn't he say what he would have said had he been in an otome game, something among the lines of: 'did you wish to match mine?' or something cheesy like that? ...was your scent not to his tastes?

'did he forget his skills from hosting or what?' you whined.

consequently, now that you were sitting around doing nothing to reach out to tamaki or any of your 'friends', your mum couldn't help but take her phone in her hands to call her friend hitachiin yuzuha.

back in the pink room that is the host club, today's rendezvouses seemed to be going by awfully quickly for tamaki.

in the couple of minutes of break he had between the end of this rendezvous and next the one to come, he quickly found his phone from his back pocket and went over his schedule sent by kyouya.

your name had been crossed out and replaced with another one he recognised, another regular guest of his. he raised his eyebrow at that.

he lifted his head and looked for the shadow king.

"hey, kyouya?"

"hm?" kyouya didn't bother to look up from his laptop, furiously typing god-knows-what.

"why's yn's time gone?" he asked innocently in a curious voice that had you heard, you'd be swooning over.

"i told you, she cancelled due to personal business," his answer was straight-forward "although it's probably because she's ill."

ah, that makes sense, you were the one that cancelled.

wait, huh?

"what do you mean she's ill?" his eyebrows furrow a bit and he cocks his head to the side like a cute dog who doesn't understand anything its owner says.

"what do you mean, 'what do i mean'? she's been absent since monday because she's not feeling well, and she won't come today either. pretty simple." kyouya finally looked up at tamaki with a strange expression on his face. "has she not told you?"

tamaki shook his head a bit, "uhm.. no, not really." and tapped his phone again to check his messages on multiple social media apps to make sure he wasn't missing anything. his emails were empty too, only some spam from a newsletter page that he never bothered to cancel his subscription from.

"how do you know?" he questioned kyouya, but before he could answer, "no wait, don't answer that, you creep. of course you know." he sighed.

after some seconds of quiet thinking, "why didn't you tell me?" tamaki continued his questioning.

"everyone already knows, my lord." an awfully familiar voice butt in making the french boy turn his head around, resting his hand on his waist.

the voice belonged to kaoru, who had his arm wrapped around his twin's shoulders. seems like they also just finished with an appointment.

"what does that mean? who's 'everyone' and why am i not included?" tamaki crossed his arms, feeling kind of left out.

"that guy hayato or whatever who hangs out with yn and her friends was telling someone and we overheard." hikaru shrugged in unison with his doppelganger.

honey's soft voice entered the chat. "you mean hinata-kun? yn-chan's friend? yeah, he told me when i asked where yn-chan is because i thought she forgot to bring the candy she promised." he quickly grabbed a piece of cake from the fridge near where kyouya had been sitting and left the room swiftly.

huh, how convenient for him to enter for the plot.

"and why's it that you two evil bastards didn't bother to tell me?" tamaki exclaimed in disbelief, pointing a finger at the both of them. how could they? his precious childhood friend was sick at home and he didn't know?!

"sorry milord-" kaoru announced with his shoulders still raised, "-but you're always talking to yn-" hikaru joined, "-how were we supposed to know you're not asking her about her well-being?" they delivered the finishing blow together.

what were these lame jerks insinuating? 'not asking about her well-being'? what did they know? just as he went to respond with his usual barking, he stopped himself to instead text you on his own for the first time in a while. not that he noticed.

the twins looked at their king with a confused and weirded-out expression on both their faces, before glancing at each other and shrugging again, already disinterested. kyouya had long gone back to his work and so the twins walked to an empty sofa in an almost isolated area of the club, lying on top of one another to give a nice view to whichever client was into it.

about six minutes of pure silence passed between the two before kaoru's phone buzzed; a text from his mum.

the twins read the text simultaneously, with hikaru raising an eyebrow at its contents. they looked back at the slender boy texting you on his phone at the other end of the club, confused about his behaviour.

"seriously...?" hikaru quietly asked kaoru, referring to the text, only to be met with the other's puzzled expression.

as for the half-and-half boy, his fingers were anxiously tapping kyouya's table and awaiting your response to his message.

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: Hey darling! Is everything alright? I heard you didn't come to school because you're sick. I thought you just didn't feel like coming. Why didn't you tell me?

he didn't know you let out a deep sigh at his text, even if it was three days late. it gave you hope - false hope. that he'd started to pay attention to you again. maybe being distant worked-

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: want me to come over?

the question felt natural to him, you always visited his home but seldom did he ever visit yours. since you were sick, it made sense that you wouldn't come over this time.

yn>.< : arent u busy rn tho lol

your name on his phone had obviously been put there by you, his choice of emoji had been party hat for some reason.

"be serious, what does that even mean, tamaki?" you'd asked him one day during a break from your studying in his room.

"you don't like it..?" he pouted like usual and you rolled your eyes.

"here. that's better." you handed him his phone back with a new 'yn >.<' as your contact name.

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: I can just come after club activities.

wait, he was actually coming? after two months of your only contact being through your rendezvous? it worked?! it actually worked?!

you thought of how to answer him.

at your lack of fast response, tamaki thought of ways to help you feel better through your illness.

'aha! eureka!' tamaki's head echoed.

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: I'll bring some commoner snacks we can enjoy too! Commoners have incredible food to help alleviate illness!

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: What are you even sick with, anyway?

of course.

commoner food, of course.

haruhi's food.

yn>.< : lol no its fine i dont want u to get sick. ill just c u at sxhool yn>.< : school* yn>.< : doc said its just a cold but yk w my asthma n shit

tamaki was thoroughly disappointed with your response, what did you mean 'you didn't want him to get sick'? you'd never cared if you caught his cold.

his heart raced with worry, and he decided he would stop by anyway. knowing his next appointment was approaching, he speed walked over to the newest host.

"haaaaruuhiiiiii!" he waved his hand to her and her two clients, smiling widely with all of them smiling back at him.

"yeah? what is it, senpai?" haruhi looked up at him from her armchair.

"sorry to intrude-" he runs his hair through his locks - an action that you told him the ladies would swoon over, "-but i was wondering, do you have any recommendations for commoner food that sick people can eat?"

"...are you serious?"

#ohshc #ohshc fanfic #ohshc x reader #fanfiction #ouran high school host club #ouran host club #tamaki x reader #tamaki suoh x reader #tamaki suoh #light angst #x reader #suoh tamaki

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aroacewolfic · 29 days

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me patiently waiting for Kit and Ty to kiss kiss fall in love

#kit herondale #ty blackthorn #the dark artifices #the wicked powers #no i didnt just make a ouran host club reference #what are you talking about #kitty #tda #twp #ohshc #kit x ty #kitty angst #angst #tda angst

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ouran-boytoy-fanfiction · 4 months

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Crush

Tamaki was elated. He couldn't believe it. Finally, finally, finally...

He had a crush!

"Kyooooyaaaa!" he sang, prancing into the other boy's room. "It happened! It actually happened! Someone has a cru-ush!"

"Wonder that."

"It's me!"

"Is it now."

"Come onnnn," said Tamaki, flopping on Kyoya's immaculate bed.

"Aren't you even going to ask me who it is?"

"No."

"It's Haruhi!"

"No surprise there."

"But Kyoya! How can you not be more excited? You know how long I've been waiting for this, how I-"

"Feel like a fraud because you haven't fallen in love yet. Big deal, Tamaki. There are more important things than love. Like money."

He didn't pay attention.

"She's just so cuuuute, and so smart, and she told me I was the most memorable person she'd ever met!"

"It was meant as an insult."

"Perish the thought! But now we can fall in love and get married and have dozens of children and a cottage out in the countryside!"

"Sounds great."

"I hope this is real," Tamaki mumbled, suddenly somber. "I just want to be someone's cute little husband... it's all I've ever wanted."

"And you'll get what you deserve, Tamaki. I'm sure of it."

#ouran #ohshc #tamaki suoh #haruhi fujioka #ouran fanfiction #ouran high school host club #fanfic #fanfiction #tamaharu #kyoya ootori #angst #romance #aromantic spectrum #arospec

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seasicksilver · 1 year

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the sad boy host (kaoru)

#ohshc #ohshc fanart #ouran high school host club #kaoru hitachiin #fan art #digital art #digital sketch #sketch #doodle #artist on tumblr #my art #kaoru angst woah #tfw ur a 1st yr and having ur midlife crisis #he was so real for that

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ninlilwinds · 2 years

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hey, sorry if the request is too dark, but could i please have mori, tamaki, and/or kyoya (separately) comforting their s/o about bruises and scars given to them by their abusive stepfather? thank you

Boys x Reader with Abusive Stepfather

Hi sorry for taking so long with this. Hope you are safe as well. Hope you enjoy! I saw you used s/o, so I try keeping this gn. If i messed up somewhere, let me know and I'll change it asap!

Plot: The Ouran boys react and comfort reader who has an abusive stepfather

Characters: (in order) Mori, Tamaki, Kyoya

TW: Mentions of abuse (bruises and cuts) but nothing too explicit

Mori

Mori is pretty quiet, but things like this made him want to scream. How could someone do this to someone as amazing as you?

He's offered you to teach your stepfather a lesson, which of course you denied. The fear in your eyes made him double back on what he just offered. You were scared of your step father either hurting Mori (not likely, especially if he brings Honey), or your step father getting madder and hurting you more

So he simply stuck to helping you treat your wounds. At first you didn't know what to think. He stayed neutral the whole time he pressed disinfectant on your cuts as you sniffled and hide behind the shadows drawn on your face by the dullness of the room.

Once he was done wrapping you up he simply stayed where he was kneeling in front of you, looking up at you continued to try to calm yourself down, and when you were unable, he placed a hand on your knee. Mostly to let you know it was ok to cry.

If you'd rather he not tell anyone, your secrets were safe with him, but you had to at the very least move out. He didn't want you to suffer anymore... so he'd listen whenever you needed to talk. And he hear with his heart

Whenever he saw you smiling through your pain and worry during the schools day, his throat felt like it was closing up. You didn't deserve this, and it hurt him to see you like this

"…(y/n)…."

Tamaki

When he first heard about the rumors of your abuse, he was shocked. How could you not tell him something so important? He'd immediately find you and ask if they were true. For other rumors he'd usually comfort you publicly and in a comical way, but this time he made sure you two were both alone in the club room

As you looked out the window into the sunset he came up behind you, hugging you against his chest. Calmly he'd ask you about it and when he felt you tense he already knew. You didn't even have to say anything.

Turning you around and hugging you close he began to whisper comforting words of how strong you were and how you just had to hang in there. AT first he'd be at a lost as to what to do to help, but he figured you would appreciate it if the rumors stopped, so he shut them all down.

Afterwards, he'd hire Kyoya to track down your stepfather and find out any information he could to use against him. He'd be doing this in secret of course. He didn't want to worry you more.

And during the day, he'd distract you. Flirting, dates, silly fiascos to get you laughing. Anything to get your mind off of what was happening. He'd also invite you on rips a lot, mostly to get you away from your step father.

Once he had enough things to use against your step father, he had a private meeting with him. You noticed that after that, he'd hesitate around you. You had your suspicions as to how this happened, but didn't question Tamaki.

"Don't you worry my darling! Your beloved knight in shining armor shall save the day~"

Kyoya

He noticed a bruise on your arm, but thought It was just because you bumped into something. Then he noticed more and more appearing as the day passed. He knew something was wrong, so he tried to think of anything that had changed recently. There he remembered your stepfather.

He never liked the man to begin with, and now he was doing this to you?

Confronting you about it was the first thing on his list. This was something important, and if he was to do something, you had to be aware that he knew. So you both talked about it one day, and it went a different way than what he had anticipated

When you started to cry and tremble while telling him your story, he was a bit surprised. He came in thinking professionally as usual, but now he felt the emotions he tried so hard to suppress. Pure anger. His blood boiled. How dare that (insert insult word of your choice here) do something like so to an angel such as yourself.

He didn't want or need your approval for what was to come next. It had to be done for your own good. He usually avoids trouble, he has to look out for #1. But ever since he was with you, you have been the #1 (oh...my...goodness....Sorry that was cheesy!)

"I see. And when did they usually leave the house did you say? Hm, oh for no particular reason. Don't worry too much about it."

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roleplayfinder · 7 months

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Hey hey hey! I am a TransMasc 18y dude looking for some longterm roleplay partners! Please be 18+! I am looking for Undertale Roleplays! Fair warning, I like to do Oc x Canon! I wanna build a fun roleplay and enjoy ourselves! I don't want anything to feel transactional! Lets have fun and become friends! I am fine with NSFW (Some Limits though!), Angst, Romance, Etc. Other Fandoms however that I am willing to do is: -Ouran Highschool -Helluva Boss -TMNT -Creepypasta -Etc Etc

I hope to find some cool people <3

#eighteen and over #oc #oc roleplay #oc rp #ocxcanon #ocxcanon roleplay #ocxcanon rp #undertale #undertale roleplay #undertale rp #ohshc #helluva boss #tmnt #creepypasta #angst #romance

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inthedeepeclipse · 1 month

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tomoe hiyori and ootori kyoya have so many similarities but idk how many ppl here watched ouran ;v;

#hiyori tomoe #kyoya ootori #ensemble stars #ouran high school host club #ohshc #enstars #like i was thinking ab it and like-#hiyori is like when you combine the looks of tamaki and the angst of kyoya #jun is also oddly similar to haruhi #in the sense of their mannerisms and independence #also last names first for a reason :3

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kumezyzo · 2 years

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Something to Gain (0)

Kyoya Ootori x OC

summary.... ootori medical decided it would be beneficial to merge with a pharmaceutical & medical tech company. the only issue being its risky to do. now the only solution is to marry the youngest heirs of either company to make this happen.

content warnings.... angst | fluff | strangers to lovers | more tags to come when i figure out what im doing 'n' stuff 😁..... tell what what i miss and what i should add

the oc can be read as if she was reader with more feminine feature!!!!!

table of contents...

word count: 2.3k

Matsuoka, Akari. Her father, Taebin Matsuoka, plays a big role in the pharmaceutics of Japan running the very large corporation; PharMatsu. Her mother, Yuri Shinozaki, started off as a really small tech business owner that became much larger ShinoTech.

Akari’s grandparents arranged a marriage for her parents in order to merge the large companies and profit off the advancements in medicine they could create. They fell in love later on in their marriage and had Akari.

Akari is the only heir to the now merged company Matsuoka Pharmaceutical Engineering & Technology; MPET.

“We are having dinner with one of your dad’s business partners tomorrow evening, they’ve become great friends and they are planning on discussing a really important business venture.” Yuri said to her daughter as they both sat on a large ivory coloured couch. They were both on the opposite ends of a large crocheted blanket with rows and patches or multiple different colours mixed along the length of it. They were both working on their respective ends, Akari working calmly with a dark blue and Yuri working fast with a bright yellow.

“Is this the same business partner that dad went on a trip with for two weeks and came back ‘rejuvenated’?” Akari asked, recalling the happier demeanor of her father she had never seen before after he came back from a business trip.

“Yes, Yoshio Ootori, we’re meeting his family this time, not just hearing of them through your father.” Yuri said with annoyance of her husband's actions.

“We?” Akari asked, glancing at her mother briefly pausing her hand movements. “I have to go too?”

“He says he wants you to be there to know how business should be conducted as the heir of the company. Apparently there is also a decision he wants you to make alongside him.” Yuri said, continuing to look down at the yarn in her hands.

“I just got into highschool. I thought he was waiting until I was older and ‘more mature’ or whatever.” Akari said, mimicking her fathers deep voice. Yuri laughed at her daughter’s impression and waited to speak again.

“Akari, do me this one favour tomorrow.” Yuri said, finally looking at her daughter. Akari stopped as well, worried about her mothers sudden seriousness. “If something you don’t like comes out of this, don’t react...irrationally.”

“You mean don’t throw a tantrum?” Akari said, her mood turning sour and going back to the blanket. “Are those dad’s words and you toning it down?”

“No, it’s me. Your dad doesn’t really realize how big of a deal this is for you.” Akari looked at her mom in concern. She realized it was more than just a business deal if her mother was asking this much of her.

Akari was sitting in the back of the Ootori family's limousine messing with the lace on her dress as she worried about the dinner she was about to attend. The conversation with her mother had her more concerned than she could have been without it. She was assuming the worst situations and one of them stuck with her. She was getting married off.

Although she was sure that wasn’t the situation, she couldn’t wipe that idea from her mind. She was sitting in a pool of her own worry and dread. She was even starting to damn whatever higher power there was for placing her in a family of this class.

Akari was sitting on her own along the lengthed seat of the car while her parents sat in the back next to each other. She would look over at them and see the way they managed to coordinate their outfits in a way that was cheesy to her, but fascinating to the rest of the world. It made her think of her future, if this was a dinner that would lead to a marriage, would she turn out like her parents.

Akari sat and glanced at her own dress then her parents multiple times realizing how different she looked. She was sitting in a lavender blue, knee length dress. Her father wore a cream coloured suit with red accents. Her mother wore a dress with the same colours. And the more she thought about it, she realized she was never dressed similarly. Whether she chose the clothing or it was a maid or her mother, she looked differently.

“Hey sweetheart, are you okay?” Akari looked over at her father and gave him a blatantly fake smile.

“Of course, it’s not like I have any idea of why I'm here.” Akari said, moving her hair out of her face. Taebin sighed at his daughter's distaste and began to speak, but Akari beat him to it. “Or any idea of what we’re talking about tonight. So, of course I'm okay, dad.”

“Akari, there is no reason to get snippy with me.” Taebin said with a stern voice. A quiet sigh could be heard from Yuri. “You’ll find out when we get there, but until then I need you to wipe that look off your face.”

“Can you two please refrain from having an argument at least for today.” Yuri asked, exasperated. “We’re going to enjoy dinner and discuss what you need too. The only thing you should be arguing over is the deals you are going to make.” She finished, looking over at Akari to remind her what she asked her.

Akari and Taebin both sat back in their seats like scolded children. Both of them glared at eachother one last time before Yuri slapped the back of her husband's head and turned to Akari as if threatening to do the same.

“Taebin! It’s so nice to see you again!” Yoshio Ootori said happily as the Mitsuokas stepped out of the sleek black vehicle. “I am so glad you agreed to bring your beautiful wife and daughter.”

“It’s great to see you again. I'm glad I was even able to get this one out of her room.” Taebin said with a chuckle as he wrapped an arm around his daughter's shoulders. Akari gave him her least uncomfortable smile.

“It is very nice to meet you Yuri, I’ve heard such great things about you. Your husband speaks very fondly of you.” Yoshio said to Yuri, making her smile warmly at his words. “Welcome inside, my family is happy to see you again.”

Akari looked at her mother in confusion at the way Yoshio ignored her almost entirely. Yuri wrapped her arm around Akari when her father walked ahead, following right behind his business partner.

“You’ll be fine, I just assumed they have a crush on eachother.” Yuri said, making Akari snort at the idea. Yuri smiled at her daughter as they walked behind the two men that were very happily catching up with each other.

As Yoshio showed off the grand entrance of his home, his wife, Tamiko, appeared from a hallway with a smile on her face. She greeted Taebin with a smile and hurried them along into their entertainment room.

“Taebin, you never got to meet the entire family in one place. We managed to wrangle all of our children for one evening.” Tamiko said with a large smile at her children that stood up at the sight of the new guests.

Akari looked around at the Ootori’s watching as they greeted her father and mother. She smiled at the two oldest sons when they came over to shake her hand and proceeded to talk to her dad.

She noticed the way they were all dressed. Yoshio and Tamiko had found a way to wear the same colours, reminding Akari of her own parents. Tamiko had a very deep green dress and Yoshio had on the same coloured green. The oldest brother she had been introduced to, Yuuichi, has matched with his wife with a navy blue tie while she wore a similar coloured jumpsuit with a jacket. Fuyumi, their oldest and only daughter, wore a nude coloured dress and her husband wore a same coloured suit. Akito, their second oldest son, wore a tie and pocket square with the same green as his parents.

Then there was Kyoya, their youngest son. Akari had seen him around school before and heard of him through the girls that religiously went to his club to fawn over him. Once Akari had seen the colour of his suit, she did a double take. It was the exact same as her own. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach for a moment until Fuyumi approached her with a large smile on her face.

“It’s so nice to meet you! That’s a beautiful dress. I’ve heard a lot about you from your father.” Fuyumi said, pulling Akari into a hug. Akari chuckled awkwardly and thanked her. They pulled away from the hug and her father carried her over to meet Kyoya.

“Akari, this is Kyoya. He goes to Ouran, just as you do, you’re in the same year.” Taebin said, introducing the two.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Akari said as she bowed to Kyoya. He gave her a smile and bowed to her as well. He stared at her dress and then his suit, looking just as confused as Akari felt.

Taebin chuckled at their awkwardness and walked away. Soon after, a maid walked in announcing that the table had been set and the food was ready to be served.

Everyone was sat at the large dining table eating their food with a conversation flowing evenly throughout the room. Akari was sitting next to her mother and Fuyumi, across from Kyoya.

Akari felt as if everyone was staring at her whenever there would be a pause in the conversation. Then every once in a while she would see Fuyumi look over at her and then Kyoya, who was also looking at her every couple minutes.

The conversation then shifted to the companies and the air got noticeably thicker to Akari. She felt dread as her mind started racing. Her mother reached over to hold Akari’s hand when the desert was brought out, causing Akari to worry even more.

“It’s risky to merge the companies. The board needs solid reasoning besides money and income.” Akito said once the idea and details of merging came up. He said it in a ‘matter of fact’ tone but confusion displayed on his face.

“And we’ve already made a decision for that to be possible without the board.” Yoshio said, bringing his cup of tea up to his lips. Akari set down the fork she had been using to eat the small piece of cake placed in front of her. Her stomach was churning and the pure smell of sweets made her want to be sick. She placed both of her hands in her lap and gripped onto her mothers. Yuri gave her daughter's hand a squeeze of reassurance.

Akari looked up at Kyoya, who was watching her with a blank look. But she could tell he was confused. Or suspicious. She looked at the tea in her cup and reached to drink from it. The tea seemed to taste far more bitter to Akari than the first few sips she took of it.

Taebin cleared his throat, “Akari, Kyoya,” Akari felt her heart race. “We have planned for you two to get married once you graduate highschool.”

Akari felt like her heart dropped into hell as she looked over to her father who was already staring at her with a stern look. She looked over at her mother with wide eyes, who only gave her a sympathetic look.

“Excuse me?” Kyoya said, sounding almost offended. Akari looked over at Kyoya who’s eyebrows were furrowed in anger as he looked at her exclusively. Akari shrunk under his judgemental gaze, even if it was lessened by the glare on his glasses.

“When did you decide this?” Akari said, looking Yuri in the eyes as she pulled her hand out of her mothers.

“Three weeks ago.” Yoshio said, making everyone look over at him. “It’s decided and already in motion. This will be amazing for both of the companies and there will be no arguing over this.”

“So, you just decided something this big for what? Money?” Taebin looked at his daughter and sighed angrily at her words. Yuri glanced between her daughter and husband, trying to figure out how to defuse an argument that hadn't even started yet.

“Akari, this isn’t up for discussion.” Taebin said, his features hardening, “You'll both get along fine and you’ll see this is better for the businesses.” Akari glared at her father, him returning the look. They sat there for a moment, staring angrily at each other until Akari realized she wasn't going against her father.

Akari would be fighting her father and Mr. Ootori. It was more than just a small decision. It could change lives, the lives of the people that worked with either companies and the lives of the people looking for medical care. It would change her life too, but it will do more good to others than for her to worry about her own. So she looked away and sunk back down into her chair. She quickly picked up her cup as her face heated up in embarrassment.

Kyoya glared at his father and then Akari. Akari’s mind ran a mile a second and felt like she melted into a puddle of regret because of the way Kyoya looked at her. She was starting to wonder how beneficial of a situation this actually was for her.

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fandom-specific · 8 months

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kyokao: scaredy cat

5 things that should scare Kyoya that don't and the 1 thing that does.

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urlocalfaggot · 1 year

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Hello! My names Finn and i like writing. (requests are open! )

~FANDOMS I WRITE FOR~

• MHA (BNHA)

• OHSHC

• Black Butler

• Sk8 the infinity

• Stars Align

• Haikyuu

• HxH

• The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

• Seven Deadly Sins

• Assassination Classroom

• Blue Lock (ive only watchd the anime not read the books) • Shameless (ik its not an anime but i love it)

~WHAT I WRITE~

• fluff

• angst

• angst to fluf

• fluff to angst

~INFO~

• make requests specific

• i only do male readers. it can be anything from cis male, trans male, and even (if requested) general natural.

• no nsfw. i will do "heated" scenes but nothing full on.

• i do do polys, just make sure you tell me all the characters you want.

• i will do sensitive topics such as suicide, sh, eating disorders, and others.

• i sometimes base the reader on things i have experienced. so sorry in advance if you don't like that

#male reader #assassination classroom x male reader #my hero academia x male reader #saiki k x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #angst #fluff #black butler x male reader #stars align x male reader #hxh x male reader #ohshc x male reader #seven deadly sins x male reader #trans male reader #gender neutral reader #sk8 the infinity x male reader #blue lock x male reader #shameless x male reader

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morinuu · 2 months

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☢｜tamaki x reader. 2,4k words. sorry this is so late i literally forgot to post it last week anw the next n final part is coming in 2 weeks while i work n post some other stuff hehehe

“mum?”

“yes, love?”

“how did you not lose it when you realised dad was going away for good?”

that was the first thing you’d asked your mum on a saturday morning after waving her good morning. needless to say, the woman was taken aback to hear this question from you. she knew her daughter never asked about her parents’ divorce, not wanting to dissect those wounds.

it took her some time to come up with a response.

“i had you to look after.” she lied, not looking at you and instead focusing on her cake. “you kept me going.”

“but how was i helping in that situation? wouldn’t i make it worse?” you pressed on. if there was one thing your mum knew about you, it was that you were weirdly emotionally intelligent for a teenage girl.

she frowned, putting down the fruit she was decorating her cake with, and sighed deeply. she didn’t like lying to you.

“well.” she inhaled, “your question is phrased wrong.” she finally looked you in the eye. “because i did lose it. but before i was too far gone, i got back up. i couldn’t have you suffer like i did.”

the conversation replayed over and over in your head for the following week back to school. you wondered if heartbreak ran in the family. while not knowing much about your parents’ separation, you knew your grandparents also had a bad history. maybe love was just something the gods didn’t want to bestow upon your bloodline.

tamaki’s visit had, surprisingly, not been very pleasant. partly because your sickness made you… well, sick, and partly because tamaki was distracted the whole time. he’d brought you commoners’ food (haruhi’s recommendation), along with some more commoner candy ‘to sweeten your mood’ (what haruhi’s dad would take to work, according to haruhi). oh, and of course, you can’t forget how he would glance at his phone every so often. you ignored it at first, figuring out it’s the host club group chat, but your patience had its limits.

he’d come to your house, to check up on your health - his friend. supposedly. had you already been demoted to client status? well, you had the entire week to think about it as you rested.

during that time, tamaki seemed to reach out a bit more than usual, and once more, you believed he cared. you believed he realised you were important to him, even if your feelings weren’t exactly reciprocated.

and once again you’d been wrong.

because as time passed and you started making weekly appointments again, you began to feel that something was off. what exactly it was you couldn’t tell, but your gut was telling you to be suspicious. ‘suspicious of what, or who? tamaki?’ you didn’t like that feeling one bit.

no matter how many times he screwed up and misunderstood or failed to satisfy you in a host-client setting, you couldn’t give up on him. your mum’s words echoed in your ears, reminding you that men are a waste of time, that they just suck the soul out of you, that they’re not worth the heartbreak — but you were weak. and especially weaker than your mother. she disagreed, of course, but what did she know?

time seemed to start flowing normally again, tamaki wasn’t distant, haruhi and you never spoke to exchange more than greeting words, and your obsession was flourishing once more. you’d shower the halfer with gifts, spending a stupid amount of money — which the host club’s “mum” greatly appreciated — and you didn’t regret it one bit. everything was going smoothly, except for that tiny voice in your head.

it wasn’t until one of the host club’s organised excursions at the beach when your gut proved to be right. you wore your favourite swimwear for tamaki, and his compliments became straight up electricity up your spine. and just as you went to flirt with him like always,

“yo milord don’t forget about y/n’s gift today!” a familiar voice echoed by the palm trees. you could immediately tell it was hikaru, but you didn’t really understand what he meant. ah! perhaps they were expecting you to bring tamaki a gift again? well, you did, but this one felt a bit more personal so maybe you should tell him not to talk about it with the hosts— “even if it’s something stupid again, you ought to thank her for—”

the twins emerged from the bushes only to see you standing by the corner, hidden by the wall from their previous view. tamaki stood there, next to you, frozen. his facial expression almost screaming at the ginger to shut up but he’d been too late.

you furrowed your eyebrows at the two boys before turning your head to that stupid boy you were head over heels for.

“what?” you asked, obviously confused. but it didn’t take long to understand the situation.

tamaki thought your gifts were stupid, and he discussed it with his friends. and none of them thought to tell you. at least that's what the situation told you.

for what reason? well it could be a) manners or b) they didn’t care enough to.

but jokes on you because it wasn’t any of the above, it was c) they had to keep you happy because your mother asked for a favour. the favour being to make sure tamaki didn’t abandon you.

well, that’s not exactly what tamaki said when he pulled you to the side to explain, but it’s what the twins confessed to when you started poking for the truth.

you were more than disappointed with the news, your gut feeling now transferring to your throat and making it so tight you couldn’t get any words out, so you returned to your beach bed, dragging it away from tamaki’s. but the universe seemed to really hate you that day.

“miss l/n, is everything okay?” haruhi’s ever-annoying voice reached your ears and all you wanted to do was turn around and strangle her small little neck until it snapped. it was her fault. it was because of her that the boy you swore would become your boyfriend before graduation would no longer be apart of that plan. her. her, that stupid bi—

“i’m fine haruhi.” you smiled at her and continued dragging your bed across the sand to get away from this madness. you didn’t bother with any formalities.

“do you need help? i could bring your things so you don’t—”

“for fuck’s sake will you shut up?!” you snapped, raising your voice at the host. she didn’t say anything, just nodding and bowing before leaving. thankfully nobody else had been around to witness the scene, or you would’ve been involved in ouran gossip. only gods know how tiresome that is.

tamaki didn’t come to talk to you after that, you wanted to believe he wanted to and the hosts told him to give you space, but at this point you gave up all hope. he wanted haruhi, some cross-dressing nobody, a commoner, and you could do nothing about it.

the bracelet you had in your bag stayed there, and there it would remain for the rest of your trip. you’re kind of glad you never got to give it to him, at least it saved you the embarrassment of possibly being ridiculed by a bunch of boys calling themselves “hosts” with no shame.

but you guessed you were the one who should be ashamed; for wanting a host — a man notorious for seeing women as bank accounts.

when you went back home, you didn’t talk to your mum about the twins’ confession. sure, you were angry, but you knew she just wanted you happy. as for tamaki, he’d texted you a couple times but you knew if you called him you’d just burst into tears, so you went straight to bed, not bothering to wash the sand and sea salt off your body.

—

the following month had been… weird. you didn’t bother dropping by the host club anymore. kyouya, expecting this, just sighed and deleted you from the list of clients. he didn’t think you’d come back again after the fiasco at the beach.

haruhi, however, felt bad for some reason. like, okay, yeah, you were a bit more than mean sometimes and yeah, you barely looked at her if not to glare at her to get lost, but you didn’t seem like a bad person. your affection toward tamaki seemed genuine, and your last interaction didn’t sit well with her. it wasn’t the usual glare, eye roll, scoff, avoidant gesture or whatever else you “greeted” her with. this time it seemed more hurt, more… defeated. and she was right. because you’d been defeated.

haruhi had won.

she didn’t know, but she didn’t have to. because at the end of the day, it was all one-sided. one-sided affection, and one-sided dispute.

the twins both had different reactions to this revelation. kaoru (being the emotionally intelligent one) felt guilty for not handling the situation better but hikaru (the… other one) told him not to bother, and that they did what they could. he’d miss having you around, but you were never super close to begin with.

as for tamaki, he didn’t really register what had happened at first. when his hosting routine started again but without you in it, his clients had some questions.

“is it true that you kicked l/n out of the host club?”

“i mean what did you expect, she had it coming after harassing haruhi like that.”

“yeah, i agree. i mean, i understand some jealousy, but wasn’t that a bit too much? it’s not like tamaki’s her boyfriend.”

“i don’t think she was too harsh, but i guess the hosts know better…”

tamaki didn’t know what to make of this. he’d never kicked you out of the club, he thought you’d come back. you always did. if you were jealous, all you had to do was say you wanted more attention and he’d give it it to you. after all, you were a client, you had every right.

wait, what was that?

“whatever do you mean, princess?” he questioned in that melodic voice of his. “haruhi and y/n are on perfectly good terms, we’re all friends here!” he smiled widely and sat his cup down, using his pinky to erase the klank! noise.

“come on tamaki, you don’t have to keep such appearances around us.” one of the clients giggled. “we could all see it. to be honest, i never really noticed her much until haruhi came around.”

another girl continued, “yeah, totally. i hope it wasn’t a repeat of anayokoji, at least.” she rolled her eyes. “she seemed nice… such a shame.”

“i… don’t understand, ladies. what are you saying?” tamaki looked puzzled. the four girls looked back at him and at each other. it was times like these that tamaki showed he was a little dumb.

“tamaki… l/n is totally into you. she’s, like, super jealous of haruhi.”

tamaki didn’t know what to do with this information. he was pretty annoyed when kaoru made fun of him for not noticing until now. and really, he didn’t notice. he was told.

“why do you think our mums got involved? this is what the female sex calls ‘girl issues’, sir.”

tamaki resisted biting their heads off; he had no time for their bullshit. he had to meet with you and apologise, right?

y/n>.< : y/n? can we talk please?

you didn’t respond. neither to that, nor to the other 10 messages he spammed you with. calling you sent him straight to voicemail, and he swore if he heard that damn automatic message voice again he would explode.

why did it happen this way? why were you even jealous of haruhi? did he look gay to you? but then you wouldn’t want him, right? his head was filled with so many questions, until haruhi answered them all with a single sentence.

“don’t sulk too much senpai, it was inevitable that she’d find out about me and get suspicious.” she patted his shoulder, “i guess that’s what happens when you’re a popular boy surrounded by women.”

tamaki’s head rose from his knees, his eyes wide staring at haruhi’s. “wait, what do you mean ‘she’d find out about you’?”

haruhi sighed and sent him a look of pity. “oh yeah, you guys don’t know. y/n’s known about my sex for a while now.” she shrugged. “she saw me changing.”

a light bulb went off in most of the hosts’ heads (wait, i’ve seen this before) before they all glanced at each other in mutual understanding.

“i wish we would’ve gotten closer since we’re both girls and you’re so obsessed with me having female friends, but i would feel horrible if i made her feel sad whenever she’s around me.” haruhi continued.

oh, so he didn’t look gay, you just knew haruhi was also a girl.

but why would you get jealous of his little girl? he was just protecting her like a father would.

“oh will you stop with that crap, milord?” hikaru whined “we all know, there’s no point in denying it anymore.” he stopped when his brother slapped him on the head and they left the room.

“well, club activity’s over. we’ll see you guys tomorrow.” they all waved goodbyes and soon enough so did haruhi, but tamaki just sat on the club couch, thinking about his (very) recent discovery.

so he came to the conclusion:

you like(d?) him → he likes (???) haruhi → you realised and grew jealous → he prioritised her over you → he ended up looking like an asshole.

because he is an asshole.

“guess that’s what happens when you’re just too pretty.” he joked to himself, but he had a feeling you wouldn’t find it funny if you were here.

“mum, why did you and dad divorce?” you finally found the courage to ask the woman when she was relaxing in her bedroom one night. she sighed and looked at you, putting her book to the side and patting the spot on the bed next to her. you got in, looking at her expectantly.

“i didn’t want to tell you this because you were so young. you looked up to him very much.” she gave you a sad smile and caressed your cheek. “your father fell in love with someone else, darling.”

you stayed quiet for a bit, and your mum grew worried. should she not have told you?

“is that why you asked tamaki not to leave me?” you asked and your voice cracked. your mother sighed and apologised, wrapping her arms around you.

“i want you to be happy, y/n. don’t be like me. please.”

maybe love really wasn’t something the gods wanted to bestow upon your bloodline.

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34 TamaKyo for the sensory asks

devolution

summary: kyoya, and being touch starved. prompt: the feel of fingers brushing together by accident pairings: tamaki suoh/kyoya ootori, mentioned hikaru hitachiin/haruhi fujioka, implied unrequited tamaki suoh/haruhi fujioka words: 1432 warnings: none, but uh. lil angsty :P

They’re sharing Kyoya’ bed— much too big for a fourteen year old, perfect for two— and they don’t fall asleep entangled in each other, but they wake up with legs intertwined. They wake up with Tamaki’s arm thrown over Kyoya’s waist. They wake up with Kyoya’s forehead pressed to Tamaki’s chest. They wake up in the same breath.

It doesn’t really hit Kyoya until a few hours later, when Tamaki is saying goodbye and heading back to his own house, that he’s never shared a bed with anyone before. More than that, Tamaki hugs him goodbye and Kyoya realizes, too, that he’s never really hugged any of his friends before. Not in the way that Tamaki hugs him: tight and warm and as comfortable as a home.

He likes it, he thinks.

Tamaki likes to call him touch starved. Your parents didn’t give you enough hugs as a kid, he says, and Kyoya doesn’t deny it. I’ll give you enough hugs to make up for it, Tamaki says, and Kyoya doesn’t stop him.

They’re sitting in the music room after everyone else has gone home— it was supposed to be a productive meeting between the President and Vice President to go over the numbers from the first year of the host club, but it turned into something useless. It turned into Tamaki with his head on Kyoya’s shoulder, playing with his fingers. It turned into Kyoya’s breath hitching in his throat. It turned into— oh.

Oh no.

He should probably stop Tamaki, at some point. Age fifteen, sixteen, maybe. When people start to stare. When people start to ask questions. Are you dating? Are you in love? Are you gay? Are—

When the answers start being no. Start being probably. Start being yes. When it starts to hurt, maybe.

But Tamaki keeps hugging him and it satisfies some cold in his chest that Kyoya didn’t know was there until Tamaki made him feel warm and so he says nothing. He keeps hugging Tamaki back. He keeps falling deeper into his touch, falling deeper in love, falling deeper within his own secrets. He should stop Tamaki, really, when it starts to hurt.

He doesn’t.

They meet Haruhi. Tamaki doesn’t hug him goodbye that day. He’s too busy talking about how she’s going to be such a good host, how he’s going to train her, how he’s going to teach her everything she’ll ever need to know. He’s too busy dreaming.

This has always been how it is with Tamaki. He loves and he dreams and, when he does, there are no limits to his imagination. Kyoya, on the other hand, is the very definition of a limit.

Touch is a strange thing. He wants it. He hates it. Tamaki’s is the only good touch. Tamaki’s touch makes him burn oil, drip grease, shadow his skin with his own loneliness. Tamaki’s touch makes him clean again.

Touch is strange.

Kyoya prides himself on being cool-headed and logical about everything he does and feels, but the one exception he’ll admit to comes in the form of Tamaki Suoh.

Tamaki, he thinks, is the exception to most things in his life. The knowledge that Tamaki is special, is more, is kind of awful and kind of perfect and Kyoya hates it— he loves it— he wants to sink into it— he wants to burn it, swallow it, spit it up.

Which is to say that Tamaki is yelling about Haruhi going on a date with Hikaru and Kyoya wants to shut him up. He wants to kiss him. He wants to breathe him in. He wants to break him. He wants to break himself. He wants and wants and wants. He does not— cannot— have.

They’re in Kyoya’s bedroom, all seven of them— why the Ootori estate has become the place for the hosts to hang out after school, Kyoya doesn’t know, but he quietly loves the sound of laughter in a house that hasn’t heard enough of it— and Hikaru is flirting with Haruhi. He’s doing it in the flimsy, genuine way he always does: with a flush and a rub of the back of his neck and a laugh and a deflecting comment when she flirts back. Tamaki, staring at the two of them even as Honey is talking to him, looks like he’s about to lose his mind.

There’s something masochistic about it, something cruel and self-injurious about it, about the way that Kyoya watches Tamaki watch Hikaru watch Haruhi. He doesn’t plan on ever stopping.

He’s always watching Tamaki, to some degree. He’s always at least a little bit aware of his presence. Now, Tamaki is picking at his nails, tugging off little bits of skin from his cuticles, tearing up a hangnail on his ring finger. It’s going to bleed if he keeps going like this; it always does. Kyoya is always the one to wrap a bandage around his fingers, is always the one to snap first when someone teases him about having so many bandages on one hand, is always the one to remind Tamaki to stop.

Kyoya reaches over— he could flick his fingers against Tamaki’s head, push at his side, punch his arm lightly, he could grip his shoulder, hold him back, hold him down, hold him tight— and takes Tamaki’s hand. Intertwines their fingers. He squeezes once, twice. Lets go.

“Sorry,” Tamaki says, coming back down to Earth. He doesn’t look at Kyoya, but he does turn to look at Honey, who has trailed off in the middle of a sentence. “I’m listening now.”

Kyoya rolls his eyes. Tamaki still isn’t listening to whatever story Honey is telling, but at least he’s stopping pulling at the skin around his nails. He leans back against the couch, watching Tamaki watch Hikaru watch Haruhi.

Here is the problem with being touch starved and touch averse at the same time: you want it, you crave it desperately, and you are so, so afraid of it. The hunger itself is a beast which lives within your chest and it will never be full, because it has no mouth to devour. It has no throat to swallow. You are so afraid of feeding the beast, but you are even more afraid of going hungry another night.

You are starved for touch, but sometimes you hate the feeling of it. You want it— the kind of warmth that comes from someone pressing a palm to your cheek— but it itches too, in painful ways that make you want to scratch off your skin and burn the flakes. You want it so badly, but it hurts sometimes, in ways that you don’t know how to explain.

Other times, it doesn’t hurt so much as it just makes you want it more.

Kyoya wants Tamaki to touch him: a hug or a kiss or a hand held. Kyoya wants Tamaki to reject him: push him away or tell him to fuck off when he tries to reach out for a hug in the privacy of his room. Kyoya wants Tamaki to reach out first so that he himself can reject him. Kyoya wants to be held tight. Kyoya wants to disintegrate when Tamaki squeezes too hard.

Here is the problem with being touch starved and touch averse and in love with your best friend all at the same time: you are trying to hold the universe in your hands, but you only have ten fingers.

10.

Kyoya doesn’t know when it starts. Or rather when it stops.

It’s just that, one day, Tamaki takes his hand to pull him from exhibit to exhibit as they wander around a museum together. It’s just that, one day, Tamaki takes his wrist to drag him from the music room to the library on a search for Haruhi, who hadn’t shown up to the club on time. It’s just that, one day, Tamaki doesn’t touch him anymore.

11.

Kyoya read, once, that hugging someone increases levels of oxytocin. It lowers risk of heart disease, reduces stress, fights fatigue, eases depression. He thinks maybe a hug or two might fix him. He thinks he might snap.

Tamaki, when he had diagnosed him as fatally touch starved, had said that he plans on fixing that. Kyoya does not feel fixed. Kyoya feels in love. They are not nearly the same thing.

12.

They walk from the music room to the parking lots together. Tamaki talks; he listens. It is as it always is.

Their fingers brush. Kyoya shivers. It’s not enough.

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