#ohshc fanfiction

[athenasilver7]

Could I request ohshc x reader headcannons (separately) where reader is being bullied and goes to them?

OHSHC (separately) x GN Reader

💙 Hikaru 💙

When you come to him crying about being bullied, he just about snaps.

When you tell him it’s been happening for months? He almost loses his damn mind.

“What do you mean ‘months’?! Why didn’t you come to me sooner?!?” He grips at your shoulders a little to hard.

Yeah, he flips out. Not his best moment, nor is it the best reaction to be having right now.

He feels so fucking bad when your crying increases, no thanks to him, obviously.

Hikaru takes a deep breath and calms down. He starts soothing you, holding you in his arm and rubbing your back, mutter a few apologies to you.

When you finally relax and are able to tell him all the details, well… let’s just say he makes a few calls.

Unfortunately, your bully stays at Ouran. So naturally Hikaru takes things into his own hands.

He starts pulling restless pranks on your bully until they get fed up and transfer.

🤍 Tamaki 🤍

Tamaki eventually catches you crying to yourself one day in the gardens. He’s obviously worried and rushes over to you and asked what’s wrong.

All you can manage to sob out is, “I-I’m getting b-bullied…”

……

………….

He holds you tightly in a protective embrace, stroking your hair to soothe you as you cry against his chest.

He’s… quiet. Very quiet.

Tamaki waits patiently until you’re able to collect yourself. He caresses you cheek with a frown.

“My dear… Who is it? Who’s doing this to you?” His tone is low and his voice wavers as he talks.

You tell him who’s been bullying you.

He spends a few days conversing with your bully, trying to talk them in to changing their habits.

If you bully changes their ways, good. Tamaki won’t care for them, obviously, but he’s at least glad they’ve become a better person. And Tamaki will be practically glued to your side so this doesn’t happen again.

If your bully doesn’t change their ways, Tamaki will jump though hoops of several shenanigans to get them to stop and keep them away from you. If all that fails, he’ll reluctantly get his father to kick them out of the school. Ouran is no place for bullying, after all.

❤️ Haruhi ❤️

Well… that’s just not acceptable.

Haruhi, calmly, goes up to your bully and confronts them on their behaviour.

She’s unaware, but as she’s confronting them she’s roasting the hell out of them.

“I don’t know, bullying just seems like your lacking a hobby or something.” Her deadpan voice just makes the whole thing that much better.

Your bully scoffs and doesn’t let up as they continue to bully you the upcoming days.

Haruhi eventually snaps when she witnesses your bully trying to shove you into the fountain.

“Hey! Knock it off! Seriously, how childish do you have to be? Listen, clearly you have something going on in your personal life, and I’m sorry, but that’s no excuse to be taking it out on someone else. And if there isn’t anything personal going on in you life, then just screw off or else I’m telling the chairman!”

Your bully is baffled at Fujioka’s anger and backs off pretty quickly after that. Your bully even starts avoiding you in the hallways, keeping their distance. Haruhi just glares aggressively at them every time she sees them.

💗 Honey 💗

Tired from the constant bullying, you eventually spill your guts to him, bawling as you do so.

Honey is taken aback, but still obviously very concerned. And mad. Not mad at you, heavens no. Mad at your bully.

Granted, he maintains a calm composure on the outside to calm you.

He calms you by patting your head and whispering compliments to you, assuring you that the insults your bully throws at you aren’t true at all.

He offers you desserts and milk. You don’t want deserts? That’s fine, what do you want? You’re nuts if you think he won’t get you a crate of your comfort food.

The next day at school, all Honey has to do is walk up your bully, and your bully is immediately shaking.

Dude… Honey is practically a human weapon. Who wouldn’t be shitting bricks?

The glare on Honey’s face is not helping in the slightest.

Your bully is quick to run away, and transfers out of Ouran immediately.

🧡 Kaoru 🧡

Oh, sweetness… come here.

Lanky arms and legs wrap around you sloth-style.

He doesn’t know why you’re crying. He doesn’t need to know. He just knows that right now you need comfort, and he’s more than willing to give it to you.

I presses gentle kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “Shh, shh, shh… You’re okay. You can tell me anything.” He whispers.

And tell him you do.

He’s frozen for a moment.

He collects himself and goes back to comforting you, telling you how brave and strong you are, and that you should come to him sooner when you’re in trouble.

The next day, much like what Hikaru would do, Kaoru restlessly pranks your bully until they transfer out of Ouran.

Kaoru may be sweet and nice, but he’ll be damned if someone he loves is hurt and he doesn’t do anything about it.

🖤 Mori 🖤

You’re reluctant to tell him for a very long time. Mori is just so calm and tough, a-and… and you’re not. You don’t want to feel like you’re burdening him or relying on him, so… you bite your tongue and deal with it.

Mori, ever the observant one, is quick to notice your change in behaviour the past few weeks.

“Y/N.”

You startle as Mori’s deep voice breaks through the silence.

“…Yeah?” You slowly turn to face him, acting casual.

“What’s wrong.”

You don’t know how, but he managed to phrase that like it wasn’t even a question, he’s telling you to tell him what’s wrong.

You avert your gaze awkwardly and eventually spill the beans.

Mori listens intently, and when you’re done he hums and nods. He gestures you over to him and wraps a protective arm around you, rubbing your back and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

The next day at school Mori, calmly, punches the wall next your bully and glares down at them. “…Y/N.” He says.

Your bully looks up at Mori with wide eyes, visibly shaking. “Y-Y/N?” Your bully asks, confused.

Mori nods, leaning down face to face with your bully. “Leave them alone.” He demands lowly.

Your bully scrambles a nod and hastily dashes down the hall. Your bully sure as hell never bothers you again after that.

💜 Kyoya 💜

Now, he’s quick to notice.

Although, he feels like an idiot for not noticing the first few days it started happening. But as the days went on, your facade slowly fell, and he quickly pieced everything together from there.

“…Y/N, is there anything you would like to tell me?” He asks casually, scribbling something down in his notebook, his tone implying that you will tell him something.

“…No.” You mutter.

Kyoya sigh and pushes up his glasses. “Are you certain?” He asks again, a twinge annoyed.

You fidget with your sleeves for a bit before telling him everything about the bullying.

That’s all he needed to hear. He wanted to know just how bad the bullying is from your end.

At that, your bully just ‘mysteriously’ disappears after that day.

You squint at Kyoya suspiciously after a month of your bully not being at school.

“…Did you kill them?” I ask Kyoya with wide, accusing eyes.

He huffs in frustration and places down his pen. “No. They just decided to transfer.”

“…Because you threatened them.” You accuse.

Kyoya merely sighs.

OHSHC Masterlist

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[manias-wordcount]

might i request a tamaki suoh x reader spicy with tamaki in that dress from the lobelia episode where he has frilly victorian-style bloomers underneath? and/or humor. thanks!

In a Dress HCs (Tamaki Suoh x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁? 𝗶𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀. 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Of course, he was blushing like crazy when you walked over to him and started starring at his unusual outfit

He had done some pretty extreme costumes throughout the time you’ve known him for

But this one definitely takes the cake

So you couldn't help but tease him by staying silent as you walked around his frilly dress, looking him up and down in a super judgy way

Naturally, he started getting a little fidgety since he was able to tell what you were thinking. 

But just as you were about to break your silence- a thought came to mind

His dress had a lot of oomph to it so could he be…’

In a mad dash, you quickly ran around to his backside and flipped up his skirt

Tamaki let out possibly the loudest scream he could muster, but sure enough, you did see it and it did make you laugh even more than you were about to

All thanks to those ridiculous, frilly, victorian-style bloomers he decided to wear underneath

#tamaki x reader #tamaki suoh #ohshc tamaki #ouran tamaki #ouran highschool host club #ouran highschool host club x reader #ouran high school host club x reader #ouran high school host club fanfic #ouran high school host club #ouran highschool host club fanfic #ouran highschool host club fanfiction #ohshc x reader #ohshc fanfic #ohshc fanfiction #ohshc #x reader #xreader #fanfic #fanfiction

[sincerely-astra]

☁️Ouran High School Host Club: Tamaki Suoh x royal reader☁️

The definition of, "M'lady ;)"

Legit, for the first time he saw you, he just knew you were different. Something wasn't adding up for him-

Then he found out you were royalty..., oh god...

It doesn't matter if you're a duchess, prince, or the actual ruler or your kingdom, this boy treats you like a god.

All his time, money, and Honey's sweets, go to you! Doesn't matter how upset it makes the other girls, let's be real, mostly Honey and Kyoya, he believes you should be treated like the royal you are.

If you even want him to tone it down a little bit, and potentially not get him kicked out of his own club, then you're gonna have to be hella blunt to his face. Even then, he'll second guess your decision-

He chills out after that and pretty much treats you like a normal guest..., well, except for the fact that he doesn't and he treats you like fine china compared to everyone else.

Atleast he's actually paying attention to other girls now?

Everyone else in host club dubbed Tamaki the, "Consort" to your royalty, really just goes with Tamaki's whole prince theme.

Honestly, he really tries hard to be your prince charming, even if he comes off more so as the damsel in distress.

When you guys aren't busy with the host club or school, he loves to take you to all kinds of places.

He gets that royal life is super strict, so you haven't had the chance to experience a ton of different things, and he wants to help with that! :))

He'll take you to the mall, festivals, and kind of just..., around town. Albeit, it is all still rich people stuff, but its probably the most social interaction you have gotten in your entire life.

If anyone for some reason tries to bother you two while you are out, either since its literally Tamaki Suoh or the fact that you're royalty, I won't lie in saying that he'll literally shoo them like a dog- It's sweet, but also lowkey embarrassing for you.

He'd stop in a heartbeat if you told him to.

Bro actually can not take any criticism from you- Like, he wouldn't be able to normally, but the fact that you're royalty makes him feel worse about it...

Give this man a hug and a kiss-

#x reader #drabble #headcanon #reader #ohshc #ouran high school host club #tamaki suoh #ohshc tamaki #takashi morinozuka #ohshc mori #ohshc fanfic #ohshc kyoya #kyoya ootori #ohshc haruhi #haruhi fujioka #ohshc honey #ohshc x reader #mitsukuni haninozuka #ohshc hikaru #ohshc kaoru #kaoru hitachiin #hikaru hitachiin #Honey's so upset- #Haruhi can feel Tamaki getting more and more delusional by the day #royal #royal reader #royalty #fanfic #fanfiction #Ohshc fanfiction

[joeys-piano]

General | 4k words | Friendship In-Progress

A/N: This is the sort of thing that had to be written after rewatching the entire show between Christmas and the New Year. If this fic is any indication of what I should be expecting in this lovely year, then oh boy - I'm in for a wild run. The past 9 hours with this fic was something.

Summary

There were plenty of themed events once the schedules were released. For instance, every other Monday was a tour de force of the greatest pastries from around the world. The second Tuesdays had theatrics with audience participation. Wednesdays on the odd days featured the seniors’ hidden talents, while the younger hosts were on even days as far as the line-up was concerned. Dress-up Thursdays were as popular as slabs of meat set for sale, but there were no limits per honored guest in what they could sample for a meal. Casual Fridays were the last ones before a new month would begin, giving everyone an opportunity to (quote, unquote) splurge a little. And then there was Game Night With A Host! on the Saturdays before exams, every host team for themselves rounding subjects with the guests. And then there was everything else in-between as per usual club affair—entertain the guests, mind the guests, and even fall in love with them per appointment. That was over a hundred days of opportunity for something to go wrong if you could hazard. It was only four days into the new term before it was Haruhi at the centre.

Kofi Support

#ouran high school host club #ohshc #haruhi fujioka #kaoru hitachiin #hikaru hitachiin #writing exercise #fanfic writing #fanfic writer #ohshc fanfic #ohshc fanfiction

[wichols]

Nice to see you!

*Shows up late with an arm full of empty boba cups.*

Hello, I live. It’s been a while. Like any typical writer that falls off the face of the earth and then randomly appears again, its me, writer. Life has been pretty unforgiving and hardly kind for basically the past two years. Drained me of all things creative and left me like a moldy wet rag on the floor. 

And while I may never be able to produce the quantity of content I had in the past I really feel like I’ve shifted into quality. My writing confidence has changed a bit but I hope it is for the better. I’m still a bit unsure as to what my next projects look like, be it some original content or fanworks.

With that being said, I have an Omegaverse Tama/Kyo/Haruhi oneshot sitting in my drafts for final review and posting to AO3. 

Little bit of fluff, little bit of helpless pining, and some smug Kyoya behavior.

If this is your flavor, make sure to follow my AO3 so you get that handy little email when it drops.

https://archiveofourown.org/users/FromTheInsideOut

I’m still amazed that near daily I have a kudos email waiting for me. That you guys still enjoy whatever work I’ve done in the past. That alone, even if just a small reminder, has helped me to not stop trying to create. So, thank you, friends and the universe, for those little reminders. Thank you to those who have left me a comment, no matter the size. And thank you for loving our blorbos. 

#omegaverse #OHSHC #alpha/beta/omega verse #Alpha!Tamaki #Alpha!Kyoya #Omega!Haruhi #tamaki suoh #haruhi fujioka #Kyoya Ootori #ouran high school host club #archive of our own #AO3 #AO3 fanfic #ao3 work #Read on AO3 #fanfiction #ohshc fanfiction #fluff #hurt/comfort #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics

[softprettything]

AO3 | Tumblr

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: At first sight, you and Kyoya Ootori couldn’t be more different. He was raised in wealth; you work triple shifts at the local coffee shop. He’s a born-and-bred alpha; you’ve spent years fending off societal scorn at your status as a beta. He’s a pompous ass; you…well, you’ve never claimed to be the nicest person alive, but at least you have some concept of manners. However, you do have two very important things in common: first, you’re both grad students at Ouran University.

Second, you’re both desperately in love with your roommates.

(Or: the slice-of-life a/b/o fic in which you and Kyoya agree to fake date in order to make your respective crushes jealous. Everything goes according to plan and nobody falls in love with the wrong person…right?)

(Right?)

#kyoya/reader #late bloomer #kyoya x reader #ohshc x y/n #kyoya fanfic #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

[santaanya]

Nerve

Pairing: Haninozuka Yasuchika x Original Female Character 

College AU | Aged-up characters Genre: Romance, Angst Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption

Summary: Seven dates was all it took for him to grow fonder. 

Status: Ongoing

#yasuchika x original female character #haninozuka yasuchika x original female character #haninozuka yasuchika #ouran highschool host club #ouran #ohshc #ohshc fanfiction #ohshc fanfic #ohshc imagines #ohshc scenarios #SFW #ootori kyoya #suoh tamaki #fujioka haruhi #hitachiin hikaru #hitachiin kaoru #haninozuka mitsukuni #morinozuka takashi

[l-sincline]

Girlish Whimsy Chapter 5

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AO3 tags: Ouran High School Host Club - All Media Types, Ootori Kyouya/Original Female Character(s), Ootori Kyouya, Suoh Tamaki, Original Characters, Original Female Characters, Morinozuka Takashi, Haninozuka Mitsukuni, Fujioka Haruhi, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru, Slow Burn, Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers, Eventual Romance, smart people that arent smart about romance, Oblivious, Battle of Wits, Ouran High is one giant social chess game

Asuka has her eyes on the prize as soon as she steps foot on Ouran High School grounds. Her goal? Impress her father enough to convince him to let her remain as heir to the company instead of handing the title down to her younger brother. She knows going to school at Ouran will be one big chess game, especially coming in late at her second year- but she’s up for any challenge.

Asuka finds herself intrigued by the Host club and the inner workings of it. More than that, she sees untapped opportunities to grow her resume. Now all she needs is a partner on the inside who’s equally as motivated, and he was easier to find than she thought.

“We’ve arrived.” 

Asuka stared up at the Ootori estate from her spot inside her family car. It was huge. Much larger than her own home, which she already thought was very large to only house four people. This was a different level– but she supposed she expected that. 

“Miss Kaneko?” 

She jumped and looked back at the driver.

“Sorry. Thank you. I’ll call you when I’m ready to leave.”

“Of course.” 

Asuka cracked the door open and stepped out, her low heels clacking quietly on the pavement. She patted off her slacks and adjusted her loose turtleneck. Maybe she’d bitten off more than she could chew. Regardless, it was better that she just press forward now. 

She made her way up the front steps and rang the doorbell. Her computer bag weighed heavy on her shoulder, and she held her notebook against her thigh. Clicking her tongue, she waited. The stress of unfamiliar territory made it feel a little long, but soon enough a maid had come and opened the door. 

“Miss Kaneko?” 

“Yes.” 

“Please come wait in the drawing room.” 

Entering the Ootori household was like entering a different world. The interior of the house was much bleaker than the outside world. It was minimalistic, everything had a specific purpose. Even things whose purpose was to decorate seemed perfectly picked, cleaned, and placed. There was no plant life, just stark lights and clean corners. 

“Please, sit.” 

She dipped her head slightly to the maid and took a seat on a gray couch. She ran a hand along it- the fabric was pristine and well kept. She wondered if it was new. The rest of the room was no different from the hallway, though it had large windows that the early morning sun gleamed through. The room illuminated by its rays made it much less sad– though she could imagine how dreary it might get once the sun set. 

“Kaneko.” The curt call came from the drawing room’s entryway. Asuka dragged her eyes away from the large windows.

“Ootori.” 

He gestured for her to follow him, so she picked up her bag and did.

Admittedly it was rather shocking to see him dressed so casually. Though he still looked fairly put together, she felt a little overdressed. Though, she always tried to dress like this when she left the house. Would she have been more lax if they had chosen her place to work? She couldn’t be sure. What she did know, however, is that she was glad they were here instead– her mother would’ve made too much fuss over an Ootori in the house otherwise. 

Kyouya finally stopped at a door and pushed it open. It was a meeting room office of sorts. It housed a long table with chairs lining the sides, the large windows remade their appearance across from the door, and large bookshelves lined the walls to the left and right. Kyouya’s laptop and some papers were already propped open at the left end of the table. She followed and sat across from him. 

“You brought the company we were assigned?” He questions as she starts pulling her things out of her bag.

“Yes, right. One second…”

-

“We could add another slide with our predictions for next year’s fiscal period.” Asuka suggested.

“If we did that we should add another for the year before this one.” Kyouya ‘hmm’d, writing something down in his notebook. 

“I mean, we got this much done in one day. Two more slides couldn’t hurt.” She shrugged, leaning back in her seat and sipping the tea that had gone cold– she wasn’t sure how long ago it had been brought to them. 

“You’d have to come back tomorrow.” He warned, not looking up.

“It’s not that late- let’s just do it now.” 

“It’s ten pm.” He looks up, surprise echoing on his face.

“Huh.” Asuka looks over to the clock, “You’re right.” 

Kyouya furrowed his brows at her. She frowned.

“I got distracted, looking at all these numbers is fun sometimes– alright?” 

He leaned back and took off his glasses, glancing up to the ceiling and pinching the bridge of his nose before looking back down to her. Frankly she couldn’t be sure how bad his eyesight was, but he didn’t squint. 

“You’re much different than I imagined.” 

“Is that a compliment?” 

“No.” He was quick with that one, “We’ve been talking about this work all day. I’m making polite conversation.” 

“I’m not sure telling someone they don’t fit your preconceived notion is polite conversation, but I’ll bite.” Asuka rolled her eyes, “What exactly did you think I was going to be like?” 

“Well,” He started, “Mayu is much more outgoing than you. I figured birds of a feather would flock together.” 

“Ha.” Asuka laughed dryly, “Because you and Suoh are so similar, yes?” 

“I’ll give you that.” Was all he said.

They sat in silence for a moment, Asuka tapping her pencil on the table. 

“Alright, here's one for you then:” She started, “Why the Host Club?” 

“What do you mean?” He reaches forward and grabs his glasses, placing them back on his face.

“A Host Club to entertain young women is hardly the place I’d imagine the Ootori family’s third son to be hanging around. You’re all known to be quite the put together bunch.” 

“We can’t have a dark side?”

“You can’t have a dark side.” Kyouya laughs, it’s short, in return.

“Why's that?” 

“You’re avoiding the question.” Asuka grins, reaching forward and shutting her laptop. “Why is Kyouya Ootori Vice President of the Host Club?” 

He sighs, reaching forward to shut his laptop as well. 

“As intellectually interesting as this conversation may be, I’m afraid information like that doesn’t come free of charge.” 

“You want something from me?” 

Kyouya stops his movement and looks up to Asuka, brows furrowed again. She raises her own brow in return, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“You are very straight to the point.” 

“I don’t have time to beat around the bush.” She stands, sliding her laptop and papers back into her bag and hanging it on her shoulder. She pushes in the chair and then stops, “Look, I have three years to impress my father– I think you’re in a similar situation. All I’m saying is that today showed me we might be evenly matched when it comes to hard work. If you think I’m as useful as I think you are, you have my number.” 

Asuka doesn’t wait for a response, and instead turns and walks towards the room’s door. 

“Kaneko.” 

“Yes?” 

“Have a maid escort you out.” 

#sinclines writing #girlish whimsy #ouran high school host club #oc x canon #kyoya ootori #kyouya ootori #original character #ohshc #ohshc fanfiction

[lovelybrooke]

How they knew (Yandere Ouran High School Host Club).

You know how in the first episode; a little lightbulb turns on went off whenever one of the hosts figured out Haruhi was a girl? Well, that's how I imagine it was like for them when they figured out, they loved you, which inspired this fic. (Warning, bad usd to yen calculations, I just looked it up).

Honey knew he would like you the moment he saw you.

You were awkward, sitting so stiffly across from Haruhi as you slowly eat your cake, eyes darting around the old music room in what was very obviously nervous.

You stood out like a sore thumb, your commoner clothing a stark contrast to the bright uniforms of Ouran Acadamy. It was so obvious that Honey noticed you immediately when you walked into the club, watching as you beelined towards Haruhi, who was excited to see you.

Despite your demeanor, Honey just couldn't help but be drawn to you. You were just so cute as you stuttered and stammered when he skipped over to you and started a conversation. He learned you were on an art scholarship, the dried marker and paint that littered your hands a clear sign to that. He learned you were in Haruhi's year, and while you weren't as gifted as her, you were just as determined. Most importantly, he learned you loved sweets, and as you eventually got over your nervousness you happily ate slice after slice of cake.

Honey's time with you flew by, eventually Haruhi taking your time back from him. He couldn't believe how short your interaction was, and he was honestly frustrated having it taken from him. Before you could leave, he made you promise to come see him again, linking his pinkies with you to seal it.

---

The next day, you didn't show up. You didn't show up for the next few weeks, and Honey didn't like it at all.

He pried Haruhi on where he could find you, leading him to one of Ouran's many art rooms. When he walked inside, he could see you sitting in front of a large canvas, a light wash of colors laying on top of it. You were painting peacefully, and for a while, Honey just watched you. He liked you the most when you weren't trembling with nerves, just being yourself. You were beautiful, your skin glowing in the slowly setting sun as you hummed along to a song playing from your headphones.

It was when you turned around and noticed him, a bright smile gracing your face that Honey realized he loved you, and he embraced it like a warm hug.

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Haruhi wonders where you've been all her life, and why she hadn't met you sooner.

Haruhi is thankful for your friendship, she really is, but sometimes she wishes you could be something more.

She knows though, that because she a host member, and because she needs to pay off her debt, that you two could never be more. And she's fine with that, she really is, but somedays she wishes you two could've met under different circumstances.

Nothing proves that more than the third year cuddling up to you, ranting about his classes as he hands you another slice of cake. Haruhi fumed silently as Honey fed you a bit of cake from his plate, the giggle coming from his mouth as you took a bite being anything but sweet.

"Haruhi." Somehow, Hikaru was on her right.

"What's up with you?" Kaoru was on her left. She groans as the twins follow her fine of sight, smirking at the sight in front of them.

"Oh, I see," They giggle as they eye Haruhi, who was now slightly red, "You're jealous." They said in tandem.

"Am not." She said, walking away only for them to follow. They laugh, looking at each other for a second before looking back at her.

"So, you wouldn't mind if we hung out with them tomorrow, would you?" Haruhi's eyes widened for a moment before shifting to a glare. Crossing her arms, she shrugs and rolls her eyes.

"Of course, I wouldn't." Haruhi knew they knew she was lying, but she couldn't back down now.

The twins both smiled at her before walking off, her heart already dropping to her stomach.

---

The next day, of course, the twins were all over you. You were at the host club before she was, and when she arrived you were playing the twins stupid game.

"Can you tell which one of us is Hikaru?" They stood in front of you, smiling coyly down at you from your seat on the couch. Haruhi watched you think for a second, before you pointed.

"You're Hikaru," You pointed to the twin on the right. "And you're Kaoru." You finished. Haruhi watched as the twin's playful façade faltered, their faces bewildered. As quickly as it happened, they recovered.

"You're wrong, sorry~." No, you weren't, Haruhi could tell. Either way though, you deflated, your pout causing Haruhi to blush.

"Aw, I could've sworn I was right." You murmur to yourself, eyes meeting Haruhi's as she walks over to you. You lighten up a little, waving at her.

"Oh, hey Haruhi, what's up?" Haruhi doesn't know why her heart races at your simple question, but she can help it. She lucky she was even able to make an excuse for you to get away from the brothers, claiming she wanted to study with you, which wasn't far from the truth. She just wanted to spend some time with you, together.

She could hear the twin's snicker something, "And she says she isn't jealous." She thinks Hikaru said, she wasn't paying attention. She was too focused on you.

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Hikaru and Kaoru always shared everything.

It was in their nature as twins. It's like they had this mutual understanding that everything they do, they do together. Everything they own, they own together. Everything they are, they are together.

"Hikaru." Kaoru starts, not looking at his brother as he gets ready for bed. "What do you think about (Y/N)?" He whispers, mind wandering with thoughts of you. It was strange for anyone to be able to tell them apart, especially so easily. Ever since that moment, all he could think about was you, it was kind of embarrassing.

Kaoru can hear Hikaru shift slighting before scoffing, "What is there to think about." He says plainly. Karou looks over at him, his brother seemingly completely uninterested.

Kaoru shrugs, "I don't know, don't you think it's strange." He says, watching as his brother rolls his eyes.

"It's not that big of a deal, they probably cheated anyway." Hikaru mumbled the last part, but Kaoru still heard, not responding as he laid down to sleep.

---

Apparently, it did matter, because as Hikaru watched you giggle and joke around with Kaoru, he couldn't help but wonder how you knew.

Honestly, it makes him kind of angry. Why was it so easy for you. You had to have cheated, you definitely cheated. There's no other reason for why he feels this way, right?

He hears you giggle again, and Hikaru wanted to rip his hair out. He hated the sound, even more than he hated Kaoru's dumb smile that stretched across his face.

He wanted Kaoru to hate you as much as he did. He wanted you to leave the host club, damn the school entirely, and never come back.

Hikaru watches as Kaoru puts his hand on your arm in a way that was definitely more than platonic, not that you could tell. Disgusted, Hikaru gets up from his seat and storms out of the club room, to where, he doesn't know.

What he does know is he hates the blush that runs up his cheeks when he hears your concern for him as you ask where he's going.

---

Kaoru is in love with you. He loves you; he loves thinking about you, he loves talking about you, he loves being with you.

The issue was Hikaru.

Hikaru loved you too, that was obvious by the blush that covered his cheeks when he heard your voice. But he would never admit it. Whether it's because his pride or because some other deep emotion, no one knew. On the outside, Hikaru was able to hide it, but Kaoru knew, Kaoru always knew.

"Just admit it, Hikaru." Kaour started, "You're in love with them." Hikaru scoffed quietly, his uncaring façade never leaving his face.

"Just because you love the Kaoru doesn't mean I do." He spoke. Their bedroom was silent after that, but Hikaru could hear Kaoru lay down on the bed. Hikaru turned towards his brother, bringing his knees to his chest.

Maybe Hikaru did love you. Maybe he wanted to be with you. But he was afraid. Afraid of messing with the delicate balance that him and his brother has. He's afraid of submitting to someone else. Be more that all that, he's afraid of someone taking you from him, and that he'll never have another chance with you.

Maybe Hikaru is in love.

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Mori has always liked the quiet. He's content with watching the world around them in peaceful silence.

His favorite thing to watch is you.

You were becoming a common sight at the host club. You always came for Haruhi, but either the twins or Honey would steal you from her. It was somewhat amusing to watch his colleagues become slowly enamored with you.

He didn't expect it to happen to him, however.

You were nice, too nice for you own good. It started slowly, actions that were barely noticeable to other people. Things like offering a piece of your lunch to him when him and Honey would eat with you. Or when you would see him in the hallways and ask how he was doing. Or when you offered to help him in a class he was struggling with, not expecting anything in return.

His feelings for you slowly and slowly built up like an all-consuming force. Whenever he saw you, the world around him would become hazy and all he could focus on was you.

It became too much, the feelings eventually creeping out of him one random day at school. After taking Honey to his class, he saw you, crouching on the floor, your eyes red and raw.

"(Y/N)." He said, his heart sinking as he hears you sniffle, "what's wrong." You shake your head, choosing to stay quiet. "What happened?" Mori prodded forward as you wiped your eyes.

"Just some stupid classmate." You snarled slightly and rolled your eyes, "vandalized a project of mine. Took me forever." You mumbled.

The familiar feeling of rage pooled up inside Mori. He murmured something about you waiting for him before walking off towards the art classroom.

---

Mori has always liked the quiet, especially in moments like this, his breath labored and heavy as sweat beats down his forehead. Below him, a first year, beaten and bruised, but living.

It wasn't hard getting the information from the kid; he was bragging loudly to his friends about the stupid commoner who bumped into him earlier, so he got revenge by destroying the project they were working on.

Mori couldn't explain the rage he felt, but it emanated out of him like steam, it only increasing as he followed the kid back to the art room, cornering him. Before he could even get a word out, Mori's hands were on him, punching and hitting the first year in a blind rage. His fists came down so fast, the first year could barely scream, only small gasps coming from him.

Eventually, the world quiets down, and everything comes back into focus. He turns his head to see your art piece standing up on an easel. He could see bits of the self-portrait behind the mess paint carelessly splattered across the canvas.

Mori slowly stood up, ignoring the barely living kid beneath him as he approached the canvas, carefully caressing the piece of you he could see. He retracts his hand, frowning at the smear of blood left on the canvas.

In this moment, Mori wondered if this was the farthest he would go for you only to laugh at the thought. He was willing to go much, much, further for you.

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"Ah, you're Haruhi's friend." Kyoya already knew you, you've been coming here for weeks. You were sitting at Haruhi's table, waiting for her to finish her classes.

"Um-yeah, what's up?" Kyoya would be lying if he said he didn't think your little stuttering was cute. Kyoya smiled coyly, pushing up his glasses while looking down at you.

"I've heard you are a wonderful artist and would like to commission a piece for the host club's website." He explained. You looked surprised, but who could blame you. An extremely rich student was offering to pay you for your art.

"Oh! What exactly are you looking for?" Kyoya sits down across from you and stares at you with a pleased expression.

"I would like individual portraits of all the hosts, if that is possible." He watches you think for a second before nodding slowly.

"It'll probably take me a while" You mumble to yourself. You look at him with a small tilt of the head, "How much are you paying."

He let out a smile laugh, "I think 14,000 per portrait should suffice." Your eyes nearly popped out of your head at amount. The money was nothing in comparison to what we had, but you didn't have to know that.

You were fast to agree, something Kyoya very much liked.

---

Over the next few weeks, Kyoya has been visiting your classroom to view your progress on the portraits. Eventually the visits became less about making sure you were keeping up to schedule and more about well, you.

Kyoya found you so interesting, for a commoner at least. You were shy and quiet, but so fiercely determined when it came to what you were passionate about. And you were talented, very much so. Even with your cheap art supply, you were able to create such beautiful works of art, it was breathtaking.

"You didn't have to get this for me Kyoya." You utter, looking down at the very expensive paints Kyoya purchased for you. Your demeanor became shy when he puts a hand on your back and smiles.

"It's just a small gesture, think of it as a thank you for the portraits." He says. Kyoya looks over at the canvas in front of you, it being a rough sketch of Tamaki. The other, finished painting laying on the floor to dry. What caught his eye however was a painting in the corner, a painting of yourself.

"You're doing a self-portrait?" Kyoya asked, pointing over to the smaller canvas. You quickly get up from your seat and turn the canvas around, embarrassment seeping through your laugh.

"How much?" You look confused, shaking your head.

"It's a project so..."

"After it's turned in and graded, how much for it." You move the painting away to the other side of the room.

"It's not for sale, Kyoya."

"I'll pay double, if that's what you would like?" Now you look frustrated, sitting back down across from the canvas.

"Why do you want it so bad anyway?" You grumble, picking up a paintbrush.

Kyoya moves over to the painting, eyes scanning over your soft features. Kyoya feels as though he could look at the painting for years and keep finding little things about you that made you beautiful. He tears his eyes away from the painting, looking back at you.

"How about triple?"

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Tamaki felt like something was off. Everyone was acting weird today, Haruhi was late, Hikaru and Kaoru were whispering to each other, Honey and Mori seemed distracted, even Kyoya seemed off.

"It seems like the hosts have caught something." Kyoya said while scribbling something in his notebook. Tamaki gave him a raised brow, Kyoya simply smiling. "Who knows, maybe it'll spread to you."

Tamaki doesn't know what he's talking about, none of the members seem ill. Maybe he should wear a mask to school tomarrow?

"Excuse me, you're blocking the door." Tamaki breaks out of his stupor, looking down at you. You looked familiar, he's seen you somewhere before.

"Oh, you're Haruhi's friend, right?" Tamaki asked as he moved for you to enter the classroom. You nod, walking slightly faster as Tamaki attempts to follow you.

"I've seen you at the host club before, why haven't you requested anyone other than Haruhi? Have you and Haruhi been friends long?" He just wouldn't stop talking, and he wounded leave you alone.

"Don't you have a class to be at." You said, and Tamaki bashfully rubbed the back of his neck, giving you a small goodbye before leaving.

---

The next time he saw you was at the host club, eating cake and drinking tea with Haruhi. He couldn't stop watching you, and it was distracting him from his host duties.

He had to pull his eyes away from you and focus on the girl at his side, only to hear your voice as you talk to Haruhi and turn back towards you, eyes sparkling at your laugh. To Tamaki, it was like everything was just easier with you. You were easy to love, and you made him feel like he was easy to love.

It became a common thing to see you at the host club, and slowly and slowly, Tamaki was getting closer to you. It started with offering to walk you to class, then giving you treats to take home, eventually those treats becoming expensive gifts that he knew you would never be able to afford. He thrived off of your happy smile when he gave you a gift, the nice touches you gave him when you saw him in the hallways.

But most importantly, he liked the looks of jealousy he got from the other hosts. Whenever he gave you another piece of jewelry or bouquet of flowers, he reveled in the envious glares his club members would give him as you thanked him profusely.

Tamaki never though it was possible for someone like him to become so utterly enamored with someone like you, but it's not like he's complaining, moments like this being his favorite. You were sitting next to him after club hours, helping him with an assignment he was struggling with. From his vantage point, he could see the small wrinkles in your brow, he could smell the smallest hint of your shampoo, it made him want to move closer to you and never move away.

After studying, Tamaki offered to drive you home, which you always refused. He sighed, wishing you wouldn't be so stubborn and let him take care of you, but wished you a safe walk home either way.

Once you were far gone, Tamaki pulled out his phone, dialing Kyoya's number. It rang for a few seconds before he answered.

"Kyoya, I think I caught something."

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A/n: I really don't know what to think about this but either way, request for ohshc if you want.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #ouran high school host club x reader #ouran high school host club #yandere ouran high school host club #ohshc x reader #yandere ohshc #fanfiction #x reader

[nanamis-princess]

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Night troubles

Synopsis: they wake up from a nightmare:(

Genre: angst with a hint of fluff

T/w: nightmares, possibly ptsd?

Multiple x gn reader (separate)

Nobody likes their sleep disturbed. Abruptly woken from a sickening nightmare, It just felt so real. Once they realized it was in fact a night terror, they roll over facing you. You’re peacefully sleeping, taking up most of the bed. They felt the weight leave their chest and let out a quiet sigh of relief. Deep down they’d never forgive themself if something happened to you, they don’t even want to picture what it’d be like without you. listening to your soft breathing and your movement against the sheets as you get comfortable again knocks them out of the thoughts of the dream. They very slowly & gently locks their fingers with yours, not wanting to wake you. They press a gentle kiss on your forehead before getting comfortable. The smell of your body wash and the mixture of the fresh sheets helps them drift back asleep.

-Nanami, Gojo, Yuji & Megumi (jjk)

-Aizawa, Fatgum, Midnight, Bakugo, Todoroki, All might (mha)

-Sanji, Zoro, Robin, Ussop & Koby (one piece)

-Mori, Kyoya, Hikaru & Kasanoda (ohshc)

-Cole Cassidy, Odessa stone aka junker queen, hanzo, Baptiste & Ashe. (Overwatch)

A/n: hello my loves, it’s been a bit since I’ve posted and sorry it’s like sad lol. But anyways don’t forget to do something nice for yourself today! Drink some water!

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[athenasilver7]

Can I request Honey Senpai x reader? It's the episode where he's got a bad tooth. How about his S/O goes with him because he's scared and she makes sure he gets the laugh gas so it doesn't scare him so much. When his tooth is done he starts talking to her funny. "You look like my girlfriend, but don't tell her I said that."

Wait I actually love this omg😭 Thank you, anon for this🥲🫶🏻

💖 Honey x Fem Reader 💖

To say Honey hates every second of this is an understatement.

He’s shaking and tearing up during the entire car ride, so you pet his hair in an effort to comfort him.

When you finally arrive at the dentist, though… oh man. You and Mori have to practically pry Honey out of the limo.

He gets in the building, though. Eventually.

You request to be by Honey’s side until the laughing gas takes its toll.

When Honey wakes up, you and Mori are already by his side.

You look down at Honey with concern. Your heart aches at how glossed over his eyes look. It’s like he’s focusing on you, but looking past you at the same time.

“…Mitsukuni?” Your voice is so hushed, barely above a whisper. You call out to him again, a little louder this time, but he just… stares.

Then he squints.

“…Hey… you know, you kind of look like my girlfriend.”

Silence.

You and Mori share a glance before slowly looking back down at Honey.

“Um… Mitsukuni, I am your girlfriend.”

Honey’s eye go wide as if you just told him the most unbelievable news ever.

“T-There’s no way…” His eyes begin to water, “…There’s no way someone this beautiful is dating me!” He cries out. Large, comical tears wet his face as he holds his hands up to his eyes.

“M-Mitsukuni?!”

You’re quick to rush over to his aid, kneeling down and resting a hand on his back.

You look up at Mori, your brows knitted in concern. “Did they give him to much laughing gas?”

Mori hum and shakes his head, “No.” He looks at the teary-eyed Honey and his lips just barely twitch up in a smile, “He just really loves you.”

OHSHC Masterlist

#mitsukuni haninozuka #ohshc fanfic #ohshc fanfiction #ohshc x reader #honey senpai x reader #ouran high school host club x reader #ohshc honey x reader #anon

[manias-wordcount]

Hi! I love your Tamaki (OHSHC)/reader stuff, so I was wondering if I could request one. I'd love to have a fic where Tamaki and reader are married and reminiscing about their high school days, thinking about how they fell in love at Ouran all those years ago. Maybe reader frequented the host club or they had classes together, up to you. I just want some lovey-dovey fluff. ♡

Also, I don't really have a preference for reader's gender since I use both she/her and he/him pronouns, so you can make it gender neutral if you want, I'll leave that to your discretion. (I kinda love Tamaki calling reader his wife or husband though. Lmao)

Thank you for taking the time to read my request! Let me know if you want any more details or anything from me, but I'll leave my silly little prompt in your capable hands. Thank you! ♡

Photograph (Tamaki Suoh x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲 :)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Your lives are busy. There’s no doubt about it. 

  Sometimes it’s you, running up and down the country. Sometimes it’s him, living at his private airport between flights. Sometimes it’s you who has to be up and out before breakfast. Sometimes it’s him who only makes it home in time to crawl into bed beside you when you’re good and fast and asleep. And sometimes you can go a couple of days with only listening and leaving voicemails because no matter what you do or when you call, the other person always misses that call you were only able to shave out three minutes to have.

  But sometimes, it all goes away. If you’re lucky, it’s a week. You’re hitting the lottery if it’s a month. But you’re counting your blessings if you can score just a few days with no work and no responsibilities calling your name. And in those days? You like nothing more than to be close to him. And he likes nothing more than to be close to each other. So how do you remedy it? It’s simple.

  You’ll ask to be left alone in the great big house that you share with enough food to last you these next couple of days. You’ll curl up to him on the couch, dressed in nothing but your pajamas. And he’ll hold you tight and hold you close beneath the blankets and in front of a warm, warm fire. And you’ll smile so sweetly when he takes your hand in his and places gentle kisses around the wedding ring that he gave to you- the one that has been in his family for generations. And you’ll tell him how he’s distracting you from looking at the picture book again.

  The one that his closest high school friends made for the two of you just in time for your wedding. 

  “Aww, Tamaki~” You coo at him when a moment you remember very clearly crops up in the album. He doesn’t respond at first- too busy pressing tiny kisses against your skin and cuddling around you even more in that cuddly fashion of his. But that doesn’t stop you from studying the current picture in your hands. “We looked so long back then. Do you remember this?”

  As expected, it’s a picture of the two of you in the infamous Music Room number three. And it’s one of the better ones taken with Kyoya’s hidden cameras when he was first getting into that sort of thing if you recall correctly. The club wasn’t set up to run that day, and so the curtains were drawn closed in a way that let very little light in. But it did, however, manage to spotlight the two of you as you lingered by a beautiful grand piano. 

  The one that currently sits in your drawing room just down the hall and to the left.

   In the photo, you’re standing on the side of the piano bench Tamaki is sitting on, your old flute in hand. The still image of you has your gaze trained on the sheet music propped up in front of you as your fingers press down experimentally on a few of your keys. However, the Tamaki in the image isn’t looking at the music. Nor is he looking at his piano. No, instead he’s looking up with such an adoring expression captured on his face. 

  An expression that he has simply because he’s looking at you. 

  “Of course I do,” the Tamaki in your arms suddenly murmurs. His voice is soft, and the corners of his lips are twitching upwards to showcase an even softer smile to you as he eyes the photo in your hands. The recognition is in his eyes instantly, and it feels nice to once again feel validated by the man you love so much. To see that the moments you found special all those years ago ended up being special for him too. “It’s our first time practicing for our duet. I was so nervous that day.”

  You smile a bit wider as he reveals the exact occasion for the picture. But then you stop for a second and think for a moment. 

  “You were nervous?” You asked with a slight laugh and a raised eyebrow evident in your voice. You recall being quite a bit nervous about the performance that ended up being scheduled a couple of weeks later. But you also recalled being excited at the chance of working with the great Tamaki Suoh and hearing him play piano for you. But it sounded like your then duet-partner, now husband had a slightly different experience “For our…practice?”

  “Of course!” He exclaims as he turns towards you. You’re very suddenly met with a face full of violet-colored eyes and blonde hair as an impassioned Tamaki decides that now is the perfect time for a deeper dive into the story of the two of you. But it’s not like you can deny him the simple pleasure of telling you a story. Not when his eyes shine so brightly like that. “You only knew as a host back then, so I knew I would never get you to like me back if I didn’t impress you!”

  At his words, your mouth parts open in surprise. It takes you a couple of moments to process just exactly what you heard. And it takes you a couple more seconds after that to fully understand the implications of what he just said. And now in your mind, you’re pulling up a timeline in your head. Recalling core memories and feelings and events that shaped who you are as a person. Who you are to Tamaki. And when you’ve gotten every

  “Tamaki…” You call out very slowly, resisting the urge to melt on the spot as he tilts his head curiously at you. Your eyes drag along his face- looking at the man you’re in love with. And recalling all the subtle changes you’ve witnessed as the two of you grew older and older in your relationship together. There are small changes you can see. Little bits and pieces here and there. Signs that he’s grown from the silly, energetic, and oh-so-dramatic teenage boy that you first met. Signs that you know exist in you too in their own little way. Showcasing your growth in both big and small ways. But it makes you wonder about all the little things you might have missed. The little things that you might have passed over. All the little things that were right in front of you, and you just never knew. “That was in our first year…”

  And you decide that there’s no time like the present to ask.

  “Mhm.” Tamaki agrees easily. Eagerly even. Though the smile on his face gleams with the familiar look of nostalgia. Showing you that there was always more to the story than you knew from the beginning. And so you press onwards. And you asked the question that you should asked a long, long time ago. And that dear, sweet husband of yours?

  “Have you…liked me since then?”

  He smiles at you.

  He holds you tight, presses his lips to the ring on top of your finger, and he smiles at you. The bright, big Tamaki smile that makes you feel so warm and safe and soft. That bright, big Tamaki smile that makes you feel so adored and cherished and loved. 

  “My dear…”

  That bright, big Tamaki smile that you learned to fall in love with all those years ago.

  “...I’ve loved you since the day I met you.”

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[theromcommotel]

Can I request a Kyoya x artist!reader who makes him little nick nacks? Maybe he has a specific page in his black book for the stickers his s/o makes him and a little bookmark. If not that’s okay!

KYOYA X READER !!

ARTIST READER BLURB !!

prompt: artist!reader who makes little artistic nick nacks for our beloved kyoya senpai 🫶🫶

requested by: lovley anon!

warnings: i couldn’t think of anyway to format this so i decided to write a blurb (which i have never done before) sooo idk how these really work but i do know blurbs are just brain vomiting ideas so that’s what i did so i hope that’s chill!!

kyoya for the most part thinks the little nick nacks you make him are the sweetest fucking thing

he may not show it

but he loves them!!

he loves any little doodles you may make of the two of them

any stickers (he probably makes you design merch for the host club)

and he especially loves the bookmarks!! (it helps him keep track of all the random shit in his notebook)

i can see him spoiling his partner in goodies so he loves it when you do the same :)

hey hey

it’s hermy

i stayed up into the late hours writing lol

hope y’all enjoyeddd

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[therand0mwriter]

FRIENDS-Twin Fight

OHSHC x Female!reader

[Unedited]

"You're what?"

"We're pretending to fight in order to get Haruhi to let us go to her house." Hikaru and Kaoru said simultaneously, mischievous grins adorning their faces. (Y/N) and the twins were in her clubs kitchen after the host club ended and they were updating her on their current scheme. "Two questions," (Y/N) started, holding up two fingers. "Firstly: why? Secondly: 'her'?" The twins opened their mouths to respond but quickly shut them, a panicked look growing on their faces, "U-Uh..."

That told her everything she needed to know. (Y/N) chuckled and sent them a comforting smile, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. About Haruhi or your little escapade." Hikaru and Kaoru sighed in relief, but that breath was quickly sucked back in at her next words. "I have to say though, I am a little hurt that you two kept that from me... you usually share everything with me." She pouted. 

The twins immediately shot up to their feet, "I-It wasn't like that! If it was revealed that Haruhi was a girl-!" (Y/N)'s joyous laughing made them halt in their explanation. "You guys! I'm just teasing!" It was Hikaru's and Kaoru's turn to pout. The twins looked to each other out of the corner of their eyes and knew what the other was thinking. They approached the girl, their trademark devilish grins on their faces. Hikaru and Kaoru each placed a hand under (Y/N)'s chin, lifting her head to make eye contact. "Now that's not very nice of you, doll. We're the ones who are supposed to be teasing you. You deserve a punishment."  The twins said in an alluring tone, their grins never leaving. 

(Y/N) blushed at their advance and enticing words at first. Key words: at first. Her eyes quickly narrowed, "Do that, and I'll never cook or bake for you two again." She said with a tone of finality. "Ack!" Hikaru and Kaoru instantly backed off, causing the girl to giggle. "That's what I thought!" It was (Y/N)'s turn to smirk, making the boys blush. She then turned to the counter next to her. "I believe the macaron shells are all cooled off by now..." She had mumbled to herself, starting to assemble the sandwich cookies. 

Hikaru and Kaoru watched (Y/N), thinking. 'I can't believe she has such a hold on us...' "Here, my kohai." (Y/N) said, handing the twins a plate of pink and blue macarons. Hikaru and Kaoru smiled largely, taking the plate, "Thanks, doll!" The twins each took one and were about to take a bite but suddenly paused, "Hey," They started. "These are like the macarons you made us when we first met." (Y/N) smiled, "Yeah! They are!" Hikaru and Kaoru smiled in turn at the fond memory. "Wait a minute," The twins started once again. "This gives us an idea." They mischievously grinned at each other before turning to their senpai. (Y/N) gave them a confused look, "Huh?"

*Time Skip, Next Day*

"Wow." Was all (Y/N) could say as she took in the sight in front of her. "You guys really went for it, huh?" She questioned Hikaru and Kaoru with wide (e/c) eyes that never left their hair. "We sure did!" The twins said together with proud grins. Hikaru and Kaoru had found (Y/N) before classes started to show her their new look for their scheme. Hikaru had dyed his hair a bright pink while Kaoru dyed his hair a bright blue. 

"You know," Hikaru started. "We really have to thank you," Kaoru continued. "Thanks to you, you gave us the idea for our new hair. It'll really help us sell our 'fight'." They ended together, their trademark grins adorning their face. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow in question, "What? How did I give you two the idea for pink and blue hair?" Before the twins could answer, the chime of the bell rang out, signaling the start of class soon. 

"Awe, it's time to go." Hikaru and Kaoru said, disappointment in their tone. (Y/N) chuckled, "I'll check up on you guys at lunch, I want to see your little plan in action." The twins smile at this, "Alright, see you then, senpai!" Right before the three of them went their separate ways, Hikaru and Kaoru called out, "Oh! And senpai?" The girl stopped in her tracks and looked to her kohai, her head tilted in curiosity. "To answer your question, your pink and blue macarons gave us the idea. It just goes to show how much we like them, and how much we like you." Hikaru and Kaoru said, sending a wink to their favorite senpai. (Y/N) blushed at their words and their wink, speechless. The twins chuckled, pleased with the reaction they received from the girl. They turned to leave, waving behind them, "See you at lunch, doll."

After they had turned the corner, (Y/N) shook her head and thought to herself. 'I swear, ever since they realized that I'm friends with Honey, Mori, and Kyoya, they've been more flirty than usual. I wonder what's up with them?' She then shrugged, heading to her first class.

*Time Skip*

Lunch time had arrived and (Y/N) was slightly eager to see the twins in action. Unfortunately, she was 10 minutes late due to helping out a classmate with their work. When she entered the lunchroom she paused. She wasn't sure what to expect with the twins fight, but she wasn't expecting to see Hikaru and Kaoru to be throwing multiple different objects at each other without any shame. 'Huh?! Was that Honey and Mori senpai?!' 

"I see you finally learned about the current problem in the host club." A smooth voice said next to (Y/N). She turned to see Kyoya, also taking in the scene of the twins. "U-Uh, yeah. I heard about it but wasn't expecting it to be like this." (Y/N) replied. "(Y/N)-chan!" A new voice called out. Said girl turned this time to see Honey and Mori approaching her and Kyoya. (Y/N) sighed in relief, "I'm glad to see you two are okay." Honey giggled, "Yeah, that was pretty crazy, huh?" 

"So," (Y/N) started. "How long has this been going on?" She gestured to the twins who finally stopped throwing things at each other, storming off in opposite directions. "Since yesterday, Haruhi made a tactless comment about them and that seemed to be the catalyst." Kyoya answered, pushing up his glasses. (Y/N) internally giggled, finding it amusing how Kyoya indirectly blamed Haruhi for the twins tantrum.

"I'm pretty worried about them..." Honey commented, his tone sad. (Y/N) started to feel bad, her friends were worried over nothing but they didn't know that... but she did. With one sentence, she could melt her friends worries away. But she promised Hikaru and Kaoru that she wouldn't say anything. 'I need to stay away from everyone until Hikaru and Kaoru are done with their ruse...'

(Y/N) placed a comforting hand on Honeys shoulder, "I'm sure they'll make up before you know it, Honey-senpai." The older teen smiled, "Yeah, you're probably right, (Y/N)-chan!" She smiled at the blonde boy before turning to the two ravenettes, "Unfortunately, I have to get going now. I'll see you all later though!" She waved goodbye as she left the lunchroom, getting waves back from Kyoya and Honey while Mori nodded. 'Hm... somethings up with her.' Kyoya thought, finding her behavior weird. 'I'll have to text her about it later.'

*Time Skip*

Kyoya📓✍️🏻

What do you know?

(Y/N)💛

Huh? What are you talking about?

Kyoya📓✍️🏻

Hikaru and Kaoru. What do you know?

(Y/N)💛

They're... fighting?

Kyoya📓✍️🏻

(Y/N).

(Y/N)💛

I promised them I wouldn't say anything!😖

Kyoya📓✍️🏻

So you do know something.

(Y/N)💛

Shoot. That wasn't fair!😖

Kyoya📓✍️🏻

Just tell me. I promise I won't say anything.

(Y/N)💛

...

You swear?

Kyoya📓✍️🏻

I swear.

(Y/N)💛

They're pretending to fight in order to get Haruhi to let them go to her house. Though I'm not sure how that will go haha

Kyoya📓✍️🏻

I'm not surprised.

Wait.

I'm rereading your message. Did they tell you about Haruhi?

(Y/N)💛

Yeah...😬

Don't worry, I won't say anything:)

Kyoya📓✍️🏻

I know you won't.

But since that's the case, I'm taking the host club to test out my family's tropical retreat this Friday after school. Would you like to join us?

(Y/N)💛

Wait, really?! I can come??

Kyoya📓✍️🏻

Of course, I would love it if you joined.

(Y/N)💛

Yes! Definitely! I would love that!😁

Kyoya📓✍️🏻

Great, I look forward to it. :)

(Y/N)💛

:o

Kyoya, did you just use an emoji??

Kyoya📓✍️🏻

Yes. I figured I would try it out for you.

(Y/N)💛

Awe🥺Kyoya

You're too cute💖

I appreciate it:)

Kyoya📓✍️🏻

I'm glad.

Kyoya set his phone down and placed his hand over his mouth. He was thankful that he was alone in his classroom. Otherwise, people would see the raging blush dusting his cheeks.

*Time Skip*

"Guess what, senpai?" Hikaru and Kaoru grinned at said girl. "What?" She replied. "We did it! Haruhi said she'll let us come come to her house one day!" The twins said triumphantly. She chuckled, "Congratulations! I knew you two could do it!" Hikaru and Kaoru glowed at their favorite senpai's praise. 

"Wait a minute," She started, staring at the twins hair. "Did you switch hair colors?" The twins paused, but then softly smiled, "Nothing gets past you." They didn't answer her, but they did go in for a hug.  Hikaru was on her left and Kaoru was on her right, wrapping their arms around her shoulders. (Y/N) was slightly surprised at their sudden tenderness, but welcomed it. She returned the hug by placing her hands on their arms and snuggling into her favorite pair of twins.

#x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #friends fanfic #ohshc x reader #ohshc #hikaru hitachiin #hikaru hitachiin x reader #kaoru hitachiin x reader #kaoru hitachiin #kyoya ootori #kyoya ootori x reader #mitsukuni haninozuka #mitsukuni haninozuka x reader #takashi morinozuka x reader #takashi morinozuka

[morinuu]

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>.&lt; : 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>.&lt; : lol no its fine i dont want u to get sick. ill just c u at sxhool yn>.&lt; : 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?"

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Pulled an old wip from the vault for posting if Tama/Kyo is your flavor!

On Your Knees

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