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evereinefaust · 8 months ago

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: They say Kyoya is different when woken up. But that doesn't stop a certain girlfriend of his to try and get him up in the morning.

Word Count: 487

You hummed while making breakfast for your boyfriend. It is near noon but he is still asleep. Probably because he was up all night to do the financial rate of the host club or he is just a sleepyhead. You also heard from Tamaki that he doesn't want to be woken up, or else he will kill you. The composed, collective, and cool type host can be a wild tiger whenever you disturb his slumber. And until now, you never ever try to wake him up. But you dare yourself to see what will happen if you try to wake him up.

After you finish cooking the pancakes, you set them on a plate and then make some hot coffee for your boyfriend. You placed the breakfast on the breakfast tray and made your way to his room. You collected much courage before entering the room. It was still dark, the curtains were closed and there was no source of light inside his room. You carefully made your way to his coffee table and then placed the tray down, careful not to make a mess. After that, you went to the large body-sized window and then opened the curtains. The sun's rays invaded the room some went straight to Kyoya's face.

He groaned and changed position in the bed, his back facing the window, covering his eyes. You sighed, he is hard to wake up. You went to his bed then poked his cheeks, he just groaned and swatted your finger away. "Hey~ Wake up, wake up sleepyhead~" You hummed softly into his ears, to wake Kyoya up. Instead, he just groaned and then changed his position again. He is now facing the ceiling. "Kyoya~ Breakfast is ready~" You softly said in a sing-song tune, nearing your face to him. Finally, he shot his eyes open. You were surprised by this then quickly pulled away, sweat appeared on your face as you tried to think of some ways to escape his incoming wrath.

"[Name]...." He said in his venom-filled voice. "Y-yes?" You stuttered, trying to be as innocent as possible. He sat up on his bed, his hair as messy as ever. You watched him as your heart pounded rapidly, any minute now, your heart's gonna burst. He lifted his head a bit, the eyes that were previously covered by his bangs are now revealed. His eyes were red and were glaring at you, you could feel that you've shrunken in fear. "K-Kyoya I-" You didn't have the chance to finish your sentence when he instantly pulled you to him. Your lips crashed into his while you were embraced in his arms, sitting on his lap. You felt yourself heat up by his sudden actions. "Good morning~" He flashed you a smile after he pulled away. "Good morning too, Kyoya" You greeted as you took a quick peck at his lips again.

#fanfiction #fanfic #alternate universe #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #fluff #drabble #female reader #ouran highschool host club #ouran high school host club #ohshc #kyoya ootori #kyoya x reader

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revelisms · 1 year ago

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please do not feel obligated at all if you’re not feeling it or don’t get to it but since you’re taking writing reqs I would adore more tamaharu from you🫶 I really loved bee’s wing! when I got into ouran and asked for tamaharu recs it was recommended to me multiple times right away haha

Aw! I continue to be flattered by the day that folks are still enjoying bee's wing 🥲 It was such a special fic for me when I wrote it, and even though it's been ages since I've written these two, I still love them to bits. Truly the top-tier bi4bi disaster couple.

That said—the fact that you've just given me an excuse to put Ouran on my dash in 2023? I am showering you with hearts. My inner child nostalgia is brimming right now.

I've been in a very holiday mood recently, so I hope you enjoy this little Christmas-themed drabble 🖤

No warnings / 1.2k words / Established relationship, goofiness, fluff

It starts softly—a low humming of voices and breaths that echoes off age-weathered stones: contralto, baritone, tenor, soprano: ebbing like a pianist's solo against a murmuration of gilded strings—and builds. It tethers Haruhi's attention before she can wrestle with it, a warm set of fingers still squeezed within her own. On the horizon, past the speckling snow, the glittering panes of a cathedral window gleams.

"Can we," she finds herself murmuring. At her side, Tamaki shifts, the ungodly red-green-blue of his patterned sweater blurred in her peripheral. "Can we go there?"

She knows when he's smiling, that faraway little crook that makes her stomach twist in knots; can see it, now, out of the corner of her eye, a haze of snowfall glistening through his fringe.

"You want to listen?" he whispers.

Of course, he's delighted—and not doing much of a job hiding it. Dragging her out to this festival had been his own doing, after all.

He'd spent the evening prancing between their kitchenette and their living room, hellbent on convincing her to go with him, no matter how much she loathed tourist traps like these.

("Haruhi is so mean!" he'd wailed, shaking that ridiculous pamphlet from their university's event board in her face. "A true Scrooge! A cheerless fiend! Look at this, look—they have ice skating, and cookie decorating, and roasted chestnuts, and a parade, Haruhi, a full Christmas Parade—"

Into one of their couch pillows, she'd let out a dismal groan.

"And—and caroling," he'd blustered on, beaming ear-to-ear. "And a baking contest!"

"No."

"But mon chous! Mon petit nounours!"

"No."

He'd resorted to burying her full-bodiedly into the cushions, like some overgrown lapdog with no awareness of personal space. "You leave me no choice. We'll bake at home. A full extravaganza to our lonesome, since my dear Haruhi is clearly horrified to be seen with me in public—")

Needless to say: she had ended up, some hours later, in the ugliest sweater of her life, arm-in-arm with her boyfriend's giddy beanpole of a frame, trying fruitlessly to steer him away from plowing children off their feet in the ice rink.

The night had gone well enough, to be fair. Much of it, though, had come insufferably (reluctantly) at the heels of his own indulged whimsies.

At one point, she'd found him masquerading as a back-up Santa Claus after the hired performer had supposedly jumped ship for a bathroom break. It taken every willpower she had to keep her mouth shut when he'd beamed at her, plucking down his beard with a wink, as though she'd never be able to break through the disguise. It had sent the little boy standing beside him into a blubbering outrage, and himself into a panicked flurry of damage control.

Now, some hours later, the chill pinking their ears, they stand sipping their hot chocolates, hands tangled and watching the snow: a quiet, admittedly lovely moment, despite the crowds: the kind that never fails to make her look at his ridiculous clothes and windswept hair and the crinkle of unbridled joy in his eyes, and feel her heart melt, despite it all.

And the choirs are singing.

"I'm sure they have seats," he says to her, giving a light tug at their laced fingers. "Let's go see."

"But—the drinks—"

"Shh-sh-sh, a worry for another day," and he's already starting her off, his dress shoes slipping in the snow, determined nonetheless. His eyes glitter over his shoulder: a indigo prism of autumn skies, speckled with stars and moonlight. "My little bear wants to listen," he hushes, playfully stern, "we will listen."

Despite herself, a smile blooms.

The cathedral is more beautiful than she could have imagined. Grand iron-capped doors stand glossed with an evergreen so rich it shines nearly black. A pathway of tapered stone clicks beneath their shoes, resounding deeply into the cavern of a domed chapel, flanked with a wonder of gilded, candlelit-kissed glass. Nearest the dais, two choir groupings sing in tandem, tressed in robes of white. Their voices fill the air like some ancient holiness, like a folktale she'd forgotten: a mysticism that coalesces, beckons.

They're going to get scolded for not leaving tithes, for bringing liquids in here, for being visibly out of place, as she'd always felt in spaces like these—but Tamaki doesn't care. His thumb kneading gently at her knuckles, he shuffles them into a pew closer near the back, plunking down quietly amidst their cluster of other patrons.

His breath tickles her ear. "In Dulci Jubilo's one of my favorites," he whispers.

It's a gentle, powerful tune—wistful and reflective, in turns. The layers of the choir fill the hall in an cresting tide, striking a chord in Haruhi's heart that quivers.

She takes his hand between both of her own, holds it between her knees while they sit shoulder-to-shoulder. The song makes her think of the countryside in spring; like new life striving through desolation. A loneliness that feels like home, feels hurtful, feels hopeful, feels comforting.

A loneliness that isn't so lonely, anymore.

Slowly, other movements come and go. In The Bleak Midwinter—a hymn that takes one by the hand and leads them to a pinnacle of beauty. Ave Verum Corpus—one of resolution, of rebirth, of redemption. Dormi Jesu—one that she turns to find Tamaki with the golden line of his brow gently furrowed, a lump in his throat, blinking a sheen from his eyes.

Between her hands, his thumb fidgets. She squeezes it, carefully.

"My maman," he says quietly. "She liked this one."

Haruhi squeezes his hand tighter.

"I like it, too," she murmurs back.

For a moment, his closeness, the taste of green in his cologne, the calm that is him, in these rare enough moments, envelops her. Tears blinked free, he smiles down at her: a small lift of his lips, genuine and slightly crooked. And were they not in a church—were they anywhere at all, just the two of them to be found for miles—she may have kissed him, for long enough that she forgot anything but the hitch of his breath behind his teeth, the soft glitter of hair at his nape, the weight of his arms around her.

For now, the warmth of his palm will do.

The organ strikes up, again: a brighter shift. Tamaki leans down to nose into her temple.

"Can we make an orange garland, when we get home?" he says. His words pinch into a childish lilt. "With cinnamon sticks and cranberries?"

Haruhi fights the urge to roll her eyes. Instead, she huffs out a breath, the start of a disobedient smile twitching at her mouth, and finds herself staring at the playful scrunch of his nose, close enough for her to count every freckle.

"Fine," she sighs, poking her finger into the underside of his palm. "But just one."

Tamaki beams into a quiet giggle.

The old woman hunched in next pew finally cracks her back to shush them.

#drabble #writing requests #writing #ouran high school host club #ohshc #tamaharu #these TWO #ridiculous #i love them #and i want it to be christmas already

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charmercharm3r · 2 years ago

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Stray Kids as Ouran High School Host Club

OT8

Masterlist

wc: 2.4k

warnings: none

I hate that I love this show, no one look at me :o

CHAN AS KASANODA RITSU

Now, it was hard to choose another character to use since there’s only 7 main characters and 8 of skz, but the appearance Ritsu had in ep. 22 and 23 did a real number on me. Ritsu is the next leader in line for one of the most powerful yakuza clans, so he was raised to be independent from a young age. Sometimes he just wants to act his age, kinda like Channie he's five. They’re both just always wanting to be a better version of themselves, which is why Ritsu wanted to join the host club in the first place. He takes in “strays” and shelters them within his clan, which if that doesn’t convince you that Chan and Ritsu are one in the same idk what will. There was also the bit where Ritsu meets Haruhi for the first time and develops a little crush on her while he still assumes she’s a boy, then later walks in on her changing on accident and is still attracted to her. I remember Chan mentioning something about feeling like he was intimidating to approach, same as Ritsu who people assume to be scary but really they’re just big softies. They both just want some love! When everyone finds out how sweet they are, it’s hard not to fall for them. Ritsu doesn’t end up staying in the host club to lead his clan, but Chan would make a great host considering how flirty he is. I can imagine it going something like this…

Having some tea, “you like my dimples? Feel!” He takes your hand and leads it to his cheek, except he doesn’t let go even after you poke him. Instead, he guides you to cup his cheek and lean into it, smiling sweeter without looking away from your eyes. “Your touch is so gentle, isn’t this nice?” The skinship is what makes you keep coming back and requesting Chan every time.

MINHO AS MORINOZUKA TAKASHI

Okay, I was really struggling to choose who suited Minho the best (Kyoya was a strong competitor). But Mori just made so much sense the more I thought about it. They’re both seen as the silent types, brooding and mysterious– which is all true. Though, they’re both the kind of people you have to get to know slowly and sort of sneakily, if they find out you’re trying to truly understand them, they’ll run away! But not because they’re unsure, more like they’re afraid of voicing their real emotions out of fear you won’t want to stay after they reveal more of themselves. They’re both observant and let people come to them. Mori and Minho are wildcards when you finally peel away all their protective layers, one day they’ll barely speak two words and the next they won’t leave you alone. Mori is also extremely protective of those he loves, take Honey for example. Minho is the same, loving quietly but when you realize that’s what his small acts of service are, it’s like he’s carrying a permanent banner above his head written in bold letters saying, “I care about you! (maybe too much…)” You’ll never doubt their feelings.

“Oh, you have something right–” he reaches across the table and thumbs across your lips, wiping away some stray frosting, “here.” You watch with your mouth slightly dropped as he brings the same thumb to his mouth and licks the frosting away. You’re a blushing mess while it seems Minho hadn’t given it a second thought. Except, he was jumping up and down on the inside, afterall, he isn’t touchy with everyone and you happen to be his favorite customer. Something about how you bring treats for his cats ever since he briefly mentioned them a while back.

CHANGBIN AS HITACHIIN KAORU

As we all know, Changbin is nothing short of a gentleman. But he is also very playful and loud. When it’s needed, Changbin can be super serious or not have a single care in the world. Kaoru is the younger of the Hitachiin twins but is clearly the more mature one (i.e. the Hikaru-crushing-on-Haruhi arch). When the Hitachiin twins are together, they’re absolute menaces that can only be calmed either by Haruhi or someone even more annoying Tamaki. Changbin has voiced that he has very big feelings, but proves that he can control them. He isn’t afraid of those feelings and utilizes them in his creative process. Much like Kaoru, Changbin doesn’t let his emotions blind him side eyeing hikaru x haruhi again. Even though both twins have romantic feelings for Haruhi, Kaoru doesn’t act on them much out of love and respect for his brother. Changbin as Kaoru just makes so much sense to me, even though I really did consider putting Mori just for the sake of muscles and Mori’s 6’4 ass. Changbin doesn’t seem to need very many friends, but the ones he does have he knows are some incredibly good ones. He sees the good in people and will do anything for them if they can see the good in him as well.

On a walk with him and you come across a large mud puddle, “oh, let me carry you! Can’t have your pretty shoes getting dirty.” He lifts you easily and steps around the puddle as carefully as he could. Changbin doesn’t stop walking, escorting you all the way back with you in his arms. “You’re so cute, I wouldn’t mind holding you like this whenever you wanted. I mean, as long as you wouldn’t mind having lunch with me when we’re done.”

HYUNJIN AS SUOH TAMAKI

They’re both princes, what can I say? I have no self restraint. Tamaki is dramatic in every sense of the word and lies more on the irrationally emotional side, especially with Haruhi. Though, that is because Tamaki is also another one with big, big feelings and he has trouble managing them sometimes. Sort of the same with Hyunjin, they’ve both found outlets for their big emotions. Hyunjin has his art and dance, to which he pours his soul into. When required of them, both Tamaki and Hyunjin leave no room for error. The happiness of others is what both of them thrive off of. They try to stay optimistic and see the beauty in everyone, which is only a small portion of what makes them attract attention like moths to a flame. Both of them can lean a bit on the obsessive when it comes to the things they want to excel at or when they want someone’s attention. Tamaki has a few hidden talents, such as playing the piano. With Hyunjin, it’s his art. It stuns everyone upon finding out they’re much deeper than just a pretty face, only making you love them even more. Tamaki’s attachment to Haruhi stems from the fact that she didn’t just see his looks or money, but rather he himself. Tamaki can be painfully oblivious at times and needs it to be right in front of his face in order to understand, but that’s okay because like Hyunjin, once he gets it, he really gets it.

Hyunjin has his art supplies the next time you’re scheduled to meet. “I want to draw you, if that’s okay. I’ve wanted to for a while, actually.” You don’t mind the silence as he concentrates on his sketchbook, looking up at you every few moments with a particularly tightly wound-up expression that indicates how hard he’s focusing. He doesn’t take long, not wanting you to get bored. But when you tell him you don’t mind, Hyunjin lets the biggest smile spread across his lips. “How did you know quality time is one of my love languages?” The following meeting, he gifts you the drawing which is now painted with a beautiful assortment of water colors.

JISUNG AS HITACHIIN HIKARU

Jisung feels things very, very deeply– which isn’t a secret, just look at this man’s extensive discography. Like Hikaru, they’re playful and like to have a good time, always wanting to make people smile. But also, Hikaru has immense trouble voicing his feelings in a way that makes sense, usually coming out as a burst of pent up anger because he can’t articulate it the way he wants. Hikaru and Kaoru are usually up to no good, which is why Jisung and Changbin as the twins makes perfect sense– the Hitachiin twins aren’t pockets of sunshine together like Jisung and Felix, but rather raging balls of chaos that leaves not a lot, but just enough damage to make you weary and side eye them from across the room. Jisung is also very loyal, though introverted. Hikaru is the same way, unless approached first, you won’t catch him looking your way. Hikaru is deeply bonded to all the other hosts in different ways, like Jisung is to his members. They’re both silly and smiley and love a good laugh, but they need that extra reassurance that what they feel is valid, no matter how big or small.

“You loop it, then make some bunny ears–” “I know how to tie my shoes, Jisung,” you giggle, patting his hair as he looks up from his kneeling position in front of you. “If you knew, I wouldn’t be down here doing it for you, would I?” He laughs back, resuming his mission of teaching you to lace up your shoes. When he finishes, Jisung stands tall before you and pets the top of your head the same way you did to him. You thank him and he smiles big and bright, “can’t have you falling for anyone but me, right?”

FELIX AS MITSUKUNI "HONEY" HANINOZUKA

Everyone knew this was coming, c’mon now. They’re both cute, love sweets, and both martial artists. If I didn’t know better, I’d say the creator based Honey off of Felix because they’re one in the same. Honey’s personality is big, there’s a lot of sides to him you wouldn’t see because he doesn’t like anyone viewing him as anything but happy, much like Felix, they don't want anyone to worry about them. Despite their child-like natures, Felix and Honey are very observative and can read people rather well. They hate seeing their friends upset and go to great lengths to cheer them up, even if only a little. Do I dare mention their attachment to plushies? Usa-chan and Dwaekki would be besties, not to mention they’re both pink bunnies. Honey is someone who just seems like he needs to be protected, queue Mori. Felix is always being babied by the members, even if he doesn’t do the same back to them. Honey explains that Tamaki and the host club is the reason he’s able to be himself, much like Felix and his members. Their endless support encourages Felix to be nothing but himself, everyone is head over heels for him and can’t do anything but take care of him.

“We should have some cake! This one tastes really good with the tea,” Felix all but shoves his own cup of tea towards you and finds the best looking slice. He only grabs one fork, insisting on feeding you. As you chew, his eyes are staring at you widely, awaiting your reaction. You tell him it’s delicious and that he’s right, the tea and cake are a great combination. Felix gently rubs the underside of your chin like a cat and feeds you another piece, “I knew you’d like it. It’s sweet, like you!”

SEUNGMIN AS OOTORI KYOYA

Do I even need to explain this one? Kyoya is the cold, detached type of host but everyone knows it’s just a front in order to avoid emotional confrontation. Seungmin is blunt and straightforward, but like Kyoya, it’s charming. Never rude, but rather classy in the way they approach topics. Kyoya is logical, never forgetting to remind the hosts of their duties while also accomplishing his own. Seungmin is like Kyoya in the sense that their first priority is honing their abilities and applying them wherever needed. Kyoya is also the single holder of the brain cell in his and Tamaki’s friendship, Tamaki idolizes him for him ability to stay cool in the most stressful of situations. Much like Seungmin’s relationship with Hyunjin, Seungmin just breathes and Hyunjin is on the floor laughing (who can blame him, mans is a comedian).

You asked Seungmin to help you with your math homework, which was a mistake. It had only been forty five minutes and you were already regretting letting homework take up your time with him. He’d been doing his best to help you, but you just weren’t getting it. “C’mon, I know you know this. You’ve got such a big brain in that pretty head of yours, you just gotta use it.” Backhanded, but nevertheless a rare compliment that made you blush and put the homework aside all together.

JEONGIN AS FUJIOKA HARUHI

Okay listen, lisTEN, LISTEN! Jeongin is just the main character, alright? The world does in fact revolve around him. To the host club, Haruhi is their favorite girl, even if she doesn’t act like the ones they’re used to. But that only makes them love her even more. Jeongin doesn’t necessarily care about others opinions, he just needs to exist and all the members fawn over him. Leave it to Jeongin to do the bare minimum and have every single one of them giggling and kicking their feet. With Haruhi, she has the mannerisms of a warmer Kyoya. As a host, she isn’t cold but she isn’t overbearing. Jeongin is the same, he gives just enough to make you want more. He understands both the male and female gaze, making Jeongin just that more attractive. He’s the youngest, but has the mindset that could easily be mistaken as older because he has such high expectations for himself. Jeongin and Haruhi both expect greatness from themselves, Haruhi in her studies and Jeongin with his singing. Depending on who they’re interacting with, Jeongin and Haruhi’s personalities may shift a little. When he’s with Seungmin, Jisung, or Felix, Jeongin has someone to tease and bicker with since they’re closer in age. The older members minus Chan sometimes tend to let him act younger and enjoy the small bit of babying. Jeongin is the epitome of main character.

Spending time outdoors during the spring was a necessity, asking Jeongin to accompany you for a stroll through the gardens. Walking shoulder to shoulder, he loved talking about the latest fashion trends from all over the world. “Windbreakers will be making a comeback, I’m telling you!” The breeze picked up and made you shiver. “Told you you would get cold. Here,” Jeongin began taking off his cardigan, “keep it for the weekend. Maybe when you give it back, it’ll smell like you when I get to wear it again.”

A/N: let’s all ignore how terrible this show actually is and just look at it extreeeemely surface level🫣

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids head cannons #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #skz ot8 #skz ot8 imagines #skz fanfiction #skz fanfic #skz drabbles #skz scenarios #skz #ouran hshc #skz x ohshc

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s1llysmut · 6 months ago

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Request guidelines?

I will write about pretty much anything for any fandom that I know of. I prefer to write smut and fluff (separate or at the same time) but I can also write angst and other stuff!!

Things I will NOT write about:

Scat (poop stuff)

Children in an nsfw context

Animals in a nsfw context

Dead people in a nsfw context

Vomit

Vore

Feet

Excessive gore in a nsfw context

Other than that I’ll write pretty much anything!!! Thank you!!!

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tokyomanjirider · 4 months ago

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GUYS any requests? can be platonic or romantic *any smut will have aged up characters, dont be creepy..*

i do

-demon slayer

-hunter x hunter

-saiki k

-jjk

-soul eater

-ouran highschool host club

- my hero academica

-obey me

-haikyuu

-hazbin hotel

I DONT DO:

incest *obvious reasons*

pedophilia *gross*

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asmonyan · 6 months ago

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smut drabbles

• authors note: random smut drabbles I have :3

• riddle is so adorable in bed, he whimpers and moans while you peg him

• Sebastian LOVES pulling your hair, and I mean LOVES IT. he likes how it feels on his hands.

• Masumi listens to music while he bangs you. (cbat reference!?!?)

• haruhi loves kissing your neck while you fuck !!

#smut #ouran host club #black butler #drabble #a3!#twst riddle #haruhi fujioka #sebastian michaelis #masumi usui

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yumenoberu · 29 days ago

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Requests Are Open!!

Character List

Please refer to my masterlist it contains all the characters I write for.

If you want to request for a character in the same series that isn’t part of the list, you can ask in the request itself. I am open to consider but of course that doesn’t guarantee that I will write it.

I will NOT accept requests with/for…

Sci-fi AUs (it just happens to be my least favorite genre therefore…)

Hurt comfort (just not by thing)

Crossovers

Sexual content (suggestive is as far as it goes)

Yandere themes

*Sensitive and heavy themes (more info below this section)

Extreme violence or gore

Incestuous relationships

Inappropriate age gaps

Polyamorous relationships

Male reader

Reader with specific race

Character x character (right now I only do reader insterts)

* themes such as eating disorders, self harm, mental disorders etc.; I just feel I’m not too well versed and educated in the subjects enough to present them well in my writing, my apologies. In the event they do appear in my work, they will only be briefly mentioned.

I will accept requests for…

Oneshots

Drabbles

Headcanons

Character x fem!/gn!reader

Gen fics

Multi character headcanons or drabbles

Limits

Please do not spam requests (if it happens more than 5 times I will have no other choice but to block)

There is a possibility that I will not accept all requests, I will specify the reason when it happens

I have activities irl that take a lot of time from my schedule. I only ever write in my free time, I care a lot for the quality of my fics, and I have high standards for myself, I don’t want to compromise on the quality. And so please be understanding if a fic you requested takes too long to complete

Author note:

And with that I hope to write as much as possible, my personal goal is to post at least twice a month (ik it’s not a lot, I really would wish to do it more but my responsibilities would have to come first;/). This blog is something I’ve been wanting to start for, if I recall correctly, almost a decade!! And so, I’m very happy to have started it and to finally share my fantasies with fellow stans 🥲. I also wanted to say thank you to the people who have shown support for my work in any way since I launched the blog, thinking about how a person other than me and my close friends enjoyed reading my fics really lifts me up and gives me motivation. So thank you!!

#requests open #ouran high school host club #ohshc #ohshc x reader #hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh x reader #oneshots #headcanons #drabbles

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bloomingforerza · 2 years ago

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love me more. — kyoya ootori x reader (lyric drabble)

notes from bloom: hi!!! i feel bad i havent put anything out because i’ve been so focused on my oneshot, here’s a lyric drabble. i’m gonna start writing this on the occasion ❣️

song: love me more by mitski

here’s my hand,

there’s the itch,

but i’m not supposed to scratch

You were growing desperate at this point.

Love isn’t begging. You shouldn’t be begging for Kyoya or his attention. He’s you’re fiance, a marriage arrangement your parents had made when you were still just children. And he always took care of you, but it was just the bare minimum. And these days, you were growing more depressed seeing the way he’d sweet talk girls in the host club.

You had joined just so you could spend more time with him, trying to get to know this man better. He felt like a stranger sometimes, mind almost always far away. He’s a busy man, and trying to live up to two older brothers isn’t easy. But still, you knew you deserved better.

So why were you begging?

“Kyoya, can we stop and get some tea together on our way home from school?” You looked at him hopefully. Tea dates used to be a normal occurrence, now they’re rare moments you get to spend together.

“Not today, I have a lot of stuff to do for the host club’s next event.” He replies, not even looking up from his laptop.

“Alright.” You sigh, tears beginning to well up. “We’ll plan for it soon.” You forcefully smile, but he isn’t even looking at you. You want to yell in his face that this isn’t enough, won’t be enough for you to spend the rest of your life with him.

But you can’t. Because the words themselves will be empty and in vain, knowing regardless you will marry Kyoya Ootori. But, you need more from him.

If only you could just ask more of him.

i need you to love me more, love me more, love me more

love enough to fill me up, fill me up, fill me full up

#kyoya x reader #ouran x reader #lyric drabble

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str4ngr · 21 days ago

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uhm, you guys better not pick options 2....

#ao3 #ao3 author #drabble #fluff #cod #jjk #bllk #hxh #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #aot #ouran high school host club #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #deathnote

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sincerely-astra · 9 months ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tamaki is actually so jealous of you.

Kyoya's tired of his whining.

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

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

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portgasdsunny · 10 days ago

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Hello!!! I am Sunny, I am a minor so anyone uncomfortable w/ that please block now!

I will be writing sfw one shots and short smau chatfics; Please feel free to request or critique my work as it comes out.

More information under the break:

Fandoms I will write for:

One Piece

Dr Stone

Demon Slayer

Soul Eater

Dandadan

Heaven Officials Blessing

Genshin Impact

+ many many more (ask about a certain fandom and we’ll see if I’m in it!)

Rules about requesting and this blog:

Be mindful I am a minor and don’t want to write smut, other nsfw topics are on the table and will be properly warned about

Say whether you want it to be a oneshot, smau, or headcanon collection so I don’t accidentally write something you don’t want

I’m open to writing for fandoms such as Soul Eater with characters that are 13, but I refuse to write romantically for any character under 16 but familial stuff is cool

+ more to come, I don’t know what I should be putting in rules just yet🧚‍♀️

Links to masterlists:

Tba…

#one piece #dr stone #one shot #demon slayer #soul eater #dandadan #heaven official's blessing #genshin impact #headcanon #drabble #smau #mxtx tgcf #the case study of vanitas #ouran high school host club #hunter x hunter #attack on titan

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evereinefaust · 6 months ago

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐢~ ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori X afab!Reader

Synopsis: Bothering the shadow king of the Host Club is MC's hobby, after all, she's quite fond of her cool senpai.

Word Count: 629

"Hey, senpai~ Whatcha doin'~?" You poked the shadow king in the cheeks while he does something on his laptop.

"I'm calculating the Host Club's income and expenses this week. And if you don't mind, please stop poking my cheeks." Kyoya replied as he fixed his glasses.

"You're no fun, senpai..." you pouted cutely and slumped back on the couch you and Kyoya are sitting in.

You are actually quite fond of your senpai, Kyoya Ootori. He's just one year older than you. You once met him at a grand party your father was having, he is one of the guests invited along with his brothers and father. While walking mindlessly through the crowded room, you bumped into him. That's how you met him. And fortunately, you were enrolled in Ouran and met him once again. You always hang out with the Host Club every time just to be with Kyoya, what can I say, your crush for him grew every now and then. It's crush at first sight. For you, he is the perfect senpai you could ask for. It's hard to admit, but a certain someone also had a crush on him. At that time, you wanted to kill the woman just to have your senpai to yourself. Typical yandere? Hahaha, but no. You are a kind-hearted girl and would never think of doing things like that. Though, you would get jealous if other girls are with Kyoya. It's a pain to admit that he never notice you that way, no matter how many times you tried to gain his attention.

You sighed then stood up from the seat, Kyoya paused then looked at you with suspicion.

"Where are you going?" he urged.

"To Tamaki-senpai, maybe I can spend time with him," you replied then gave him a smile before walking away.

But before you could take another step, a hand stopped you from moving. You looked over to the shadow king and gave you his usual smile.

"Stay."

"Why?" you inquired, turning to face him properly. "I thought you needed space?"

"Did I say that?"

"Well... not exactly, I just thought so..." you glanced away and rubbed your temple.

"Stay here, okay?" Kyoya said, letting go of your hand.

You smiled slightly, knowing that he would like you to accompany him. You sat back beside him and looked in his computer. Your eyes widened after what you saw. He's been watching a video called 'you are my senpai' as his eyes stared at the lyrics.

You are my senpai

my only senpai

you give me dokis

and shades of grey

you'll never notice me

but I still love you

you're sugoi, kawaii desu ne

You blushed because once, you wrote a letter to Kyoya containing the song.

"I-I-I...." you stuttered, searching for the right words.

Kyoya chuckled with eyes closed, he then closed his laptop and set it aside. You watched his action in confusion. His brownish-black orbs met yours. Your face heat up as your heart slammed against your rib cage.

"And you thought that I wouldn't notice you, huh?" he chuckled then cupped your chin with his fingers.

"I-I thought you only view me as your underclassmen..." you said.

When you said that, Kyoya laughed for the first time. He smiled, not his usual smile that tells you that he's faking it, but a real smile. A smile that contains glee.

"Stupid girl." He then leaned on and kissed your lips.

[e/c] hues widened in surprise as your heartbeat becomes rapid, your cheeks turned another shade darker.

"I also love you, kouhai." Kyoya pulled away and kissed your forehead.

"I love you too, senpai~"

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