#ouran highschool host club x reader

[anime-fan-05]

You don't have to but can you do the Hosts (from OHSHC) but not Haruhi when they find out their crush (female if you may) is being teased by their admirers because they're often together?

Ouran HighSchool Host Club ~Finding out their crush is being bullied by their fans~

Manga/anime: Ouran HighSchool Host Club

Warnings: nothing

(Y/N): your name

(S/O): significant other

Premise

S/O is walking calmly in the garden of Ouran HighSchool, enjoying the light breeze which ruffles his hair.

However, sounds of sobbing suddenly distracts him from the peace he was feeling: (Y/N), the girl he's madly in love with, is crying in a remote corner, with her clothes torn and her hair messed up.

S. Tamaki

He'll immediately run to you, shocked

When he finds out his fans have reduced you like that, he'll be shocked and furious: not only the girl he loves is destroyed, both physically and mentally, but she's so also due to him

Nevertheless, what will shock you the most will be the fact he'll be very quiet

It'll probably take him several days to find a solution, and he'll ask the other Hosts what to do (especially Haruhi, as she's a girl)

After a week of reflection, he'll make an announcement in front of all his fans: "I'm very flattered by your love, but what you did to my friend -he'll be tempted to say girlfriend- is unacceptable. If something like this happens again, we'll be forced to close our Host Club."

O. Kyoya

He'll probably be the one who will react coldest, but that doesn't mean he'll be less affected than the others

He'll sit next to you and give you a handkerchief to dry your tears in a rather cold way even if he'll be suffering inside

Then, he'll help you to go to wash your face, and he'll give you his clothes to change you

It'll then seem he won't take action, but in reality he'll threaten write to all his fans involved

From that day on, he'll stay closer to you in school's corridors and always accompany you home and to school to prevent something like that from happening again

H. Hikaru

He won't have the best reaction: as soon as he notices how reduced you are, he'll almost snap, and he'll almost lose his mind and freak out when he finds out he's the cause of what happened to you

In fact, he'll probably increase your crying, and he'll feel terribly bad about it

However, after about ten minutes he'll calm down, taking a deep breath, and hold you in his arms, rubbing your back and murmuring some apology to you

He'll ask his brother and Kyoya for help to find out who did that to you and Tamaki to chase everyone involved out of school

If Tamaki can't do it, he'll always be close to you, even going so far as to let you stay with him when he's at the Host Club

H. Kaoru

His first thought will be to calm you down: he won't care why you're crying, he'll just hug you tightly

After calming you down, he'll try to convince you to tell him who did that to you

When you tell him that, he'll freeze for a moment, but he'll soon recover and come back to hold you tighter than before, telling you how brave and strong you are, but also to come to him if it happens again

He'll ask his brother to help him to protect you: from then on, Kaoru will stay close to you like a bodyguard whenever he can, Hikaru will watch you from afar when his twin can't be close to you

He'll also make a promise to himself, that's never to let anyone hurt you like that again

H. Mitsukuni (Honey)

He'll immediately run towards you, hugging you tightly

When he finds out those who did that to you are his fans, his face will darken, and he'll break your embrace, give you Usa-chan and run away to those responsible for your situation

After arriving at his fans, he'll tell them to leave you alone, appearing calm on the outside and behaving as usual, but seething with anger on the inside

After this, he'll return to you to take Usa-chan back and whisper compliments to you, so that you won't think about the words of your attackers

He won't let any more unpleasant things happen to you, because he's sweet and kind, but if someone he loves gets hurt by someone...

M. Takashi (Mori)

At first he won't know how to react, so he'll stare at you for a few seconds and then give you some embarrassing pats on the head

"Y/N." "…Yes?" "What's wrong?"

After you explain what happened, he'll nod and awkwardly wrap his arm around you protectively

The next day (he'll have had to go to ask the other Hosts for advice and their approval on what he intends to do) he'll go to his fans and tell them to leave you alone

He won't care what happens next or if they're no longer his fans: for him the important thing is your happiness and security

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[gelus-ugs]

OHSHC members when you flirt with them

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Prompt: “Did it hurt…when you fell from heaven?”

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Haruhi Fujioka

“Huh?”

Genuinely confused

She has no romantic experience whatsoever, so she has no idea if you’re flirting with her or not

“Thank you..I guess?”

Kaoru Hitachiin

“Oh.”

His face turns SO red and he freezes

He basically malfunctions 💀

I wholeheartedly believe that this man has never been actually flirted with

“Thank you..”

Hikaru Hitachiin

“Why, of course not. The very sight of your gorgeous face was enough to break my fall”

HOW IS HE SO SMOOTH-

He redirects the flirting to you

INTENSE EYE CONTACT SHAKDB

He’s simply a pro 🤷🏾‍♂️ (and the opposite of his brother)

Tamaki Suoh

“Of course not, my dear. I had you to catch me”

Flirts back 💀

You bet your ass he took a hold of your hand and kissed the back of it while making eye contact

Somehow a white rose ended up tucked behind your ear-

You can’t out-flirt the king 🤷🏾‍♂️

Kyoya Ootori

Okay, I see this going two ways with this guy

“No, not really. You see, I happened to crawl from the very depths of hell”

He just ruins the mood and goes on about his day 😭

OR

“Why, shouldn’t I be asking you that, darling?”

Flirts back 🤭

He’s so smooth w it too

Mitsukuni Haninozuka

“Awe, thank you [Nickname]-Chan!”

He gives you a kiss on the cheek before offering you a slice of cake to show his gratitude!

He’s such a cutie 🥰

Takashi Morinozuka

He doesn’t have a verbal response

But you can tell that you caught him off guard by his body language

His eyes widen and his cheeks turn red 🤭

He gives you a kiss on the cheek as a response before walking away

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Ootori Kyoya - "Follow Through"

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In which after trying to find your assigned room at Ootori Kyoya's family beach house, you stumble upon said man's room and he teasingly offers you a risqué proposition. Or; In which a certain vice president of the Host Club is caught off guard by your seriousness in accepting his joking offer.(In this fic, you take the place of Haruhi.)

Warnings –> Mildly Suggestive!

                                                                                                   

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You took him in as he held himself above you; completely unfazed by the provocative position he's put the two of you in. His dark hair is still damp, and misty droplets of water occasionally fall onto the duvet and soak into the fabric. The gaze he held was serious but somehow you could tell he was only doing this to get a reaction from you.

To pay your debt with your body...

The proposition that Kyoya had offered had come out of left field for you, and yet you still found yourself considering it. Somehow...— somehow, you didn't mind settling your debt that way, especially if it was with him. You certainly found him attractive and this could be your opportunity to stake your claim on him.

In thought, you raise your arms to gently run your hands up his toned chest; snaking them around his neck after your hands find his shoulders. You humm, running your index and middle fingers down the length of his spine, pulling an involuntary shiver from the man above you. Kyoya squeezed his eyes shut at the pleasant feeling, still awaiting your reaction.

"...Alright. Do you want to do it now?"

You muttered quietly, tightening your hold on him as you absent-mindedly toy with the shorter locks of hair at his nape.

You could feel him freeze under your touch; whether in shock or confusion, you did not know. His dark eyes snap open and lock with your own; they're wide and filled with an inner turmoil completely unknown to you. All you offer him is your own gaze; eyes half-lidded as you peel back his complex layers with only a look. Kyoya looked as though he couldn't even speak; the witty remarks he could've offered seemingly vanished from his mind.

"I— What?"

The bespectacled boy choked out; unable to hide just how far he'd been taken aback.

His brows furrowed as he reopened his eyes; searching your face for any sign that you're just messing with him. Brownish-grey eyes crinkled at the corners as he tried to wrap his head around just how his little joke turned into something so potentially serious.

"You'll have to take it slow with me, okay? I'm not very experienced in things like this."

You purr at him, looking up with hooded eyes that coax him to relax and fall into you.

Kyoya is still; unmoving as he stares into your eyes, unable to look away. In some sense, he's in awe of you. How you can be so bold and direct in what you want amazes him to the point that he finds it annoying. Annoying but oh-so-attractive. Your chuckling brings him from his headspace; reality fades back into view.

His naked back is against the damp duvet and your soft hand is resting on his stomach. You're standing now; looking down on him with a sort of amused softness. After a few soft pats from your hand, you turn and make your way to his bedroom door.

"You shouldn't make suggestions that you can't follow through on, my dear."

Those are the words that you left him with.

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Hi! I am once again requesting more Tamaki Suou/reader content because I love the way you write him. ♡

Prompt: Tamaki and his spouse (wife or husband or gender neutral, whichever you feel like writing) decide to roleplay while staying at one of the hotels owned by his family. They pretend not to know each other as they flirt endlessly. You can write this full nsfw or just have it be suggestive, but I'll love any playful flirting and teasing.

I hope you like this prompt. Thank you so much for your time and effort! ♡♡♡

Strangers at the Bar (Tamaki Suoh x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗺! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂! 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 !! 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

By the time he slides into the stool right beside you, your giddiness almost can’t be contained.

You feel like a little kid again. One with secrets in their heart that are longing to be shared. But you know there’s no fun in that. Especially telling this secret. Not after all the trouble your husband went through to plan all this out for you. Still, very little stops you from buzzing in your seat with a smile that’s too big to be contained for more than a few seconds. Still, you try. It’s the least you could do.

It was your idea at first. Something originally mentioned in passing. The romance between the two of you was alive and well and both your staff and your inner circles could attest to the sickly sweet adoration the two of you shared for each other. But life has always kept you both busy. And being busy often meant being kept apart. So much so that when the two of you finally reunited after long, long periods away, those days together would be spent mostly between the sheets. Cuddled together and glued to each other’s side as if one would disappear if the other were to leave. And as nice as it was, you missed the excitement you both once had. The excitement that came with being young and filled with free time and longing for a certain handsome, blonde stranger you saw staring at you across the room.

So over a phone call across timezones one day, you mentioned how if you had the chance, you’d go back in time to relive the first time the two of you met. Not to do it better. But rather, to soak in all of the fun and excitement that came with being courted by him. By your now husband, Tamaki Suoh. And you remember him getting quiet for a while after you said that. You couldn’t help but wonder if you had unintentionally hurt his feelings in some way due to your statement.

But then you received an itinerary forwarded to your personal email for a week-long stay at one of his family’s nicest, most private hotels in all of Japan. Flights and rooms and spa treatments are included in the package deal, plus a request for you to take the entire time off (and then some) too. But perhaps what made this surprise really special was the little note placed at the bottom of his email instead of an automated signature.

Meet in the lounge on the first night. When you first see me, pretend you don’t know who I am. Let’s start over- I’d like the chance to fall in love with you again.

That was weeks ago. Now? You’re glancing almost shyly at your husband- or rather, the stranger your husband is pretending to be- and sipping at the cocktail you ordered while he very casually gives the bartender his order. There’s a jazz group playing a few light melodies in the background and you swear, the piano player almost draws his attention completely away from you for the night. But then he looks at you. Really looks at you. And so, you look at him. Locking gazes and laying eyes on each other for the first time in what must have been a month and a half of business travel and work keeping the two of you apart.

And at that moment, you can’t help but feel deep down inside that this is exactly like the first time the two of you met. A different place. A different time. A different almost everything. But you’re still you. And he’s still him. So naturally, you know in your heart that he must feel it too.

“Tamaki Suoh,” He (re)introduces himself after a few moments of silence. He ignores the quiet clink of a lowball glass being placed in front of him in favor of reaching a hand out in your direction. You reach out to take his hand with a smile- one that hopefully appears more charming than giddy- but he doesn’t shake it. Instead, he’s quick to scoop up your hand and bring the back to his lips. Bright violet eyes refuse to break eye contact with you as he places a few kisses on the back of your hand, and is struck with the thought that he could truly have anyone in the world if he wanted to. But he doesn’t want just anyone. “And you must be one I’ve been looking for~”

He just wants you.

Admittedly, you couldn’t help but let a few snorts of laughter slip. Immediately, Tamaki goes wide-eyed and alarmed and red in the face as he realizes that after years of not being a host, he’s way out of practice and not so good at the cheesy line thing anymore. But you’re nice enough not to tease him too much. After all, you’ve been breaking character all night despite knowing practically everything he wanted to do to you before sunrise. In your eyes, he’s still your prince charming. And that’s all he’ll ever be. But for right now, you could at least do one thing in his favor.

Pretend he doesn’t have you just yet.

“Hmmm,” You try to cover up the rest of your laughter with a light hum as you start to calm down. At the same time, you reach out your fingers and brush the tops of your nails against the sleeve of his suit jacket. His eyes watch your fingers with a careful, yet heated look. Almost as if a simple action such as that was enough to bring him back into the spirit of things. So you continued, putting on your most sultry voice and matching the intensity of his gaze with a seductive look of your own. “I sure hope you haven’t been looking very long.”

He gives a huff of laughter. His blush is just barely noticeable at this point as he takes the earlier embarrassment in stride. He has changed much over the years. He’s still your Tamaki after all. But that doesn’t mean he hasn’t grown. He’s not the boy you met in high school at a party thrown by your parents. He’s a man now. Your husband now. But it’s getting a little too hard to remember that he’s supposed to be a stranger to you at the moment. A little too hard. 

“Only all my life,” He responds smoothly, eyes peering at yours with a knowing half-smile. The sincerity in his voice was enough to get you to draw in a sharp breath. Even after all these years of dating and marriage and spending all the time that you possibly could together, he still manages to say a little something sweet to knock you off your feet every once in a while. And although you knew you shouldn’t be surprised, you just didn’t expect to feel your heart beat this fast at such a simple line during such a simple time.

Perhaps he has held on to a few more of his skills than you previously thought. Hmmm…

“Well, I’m sorry for the wait, Mister Suoh. It won’t happen again,” You apologize with a faux frown tugging at your lips, almost as if there was truly something to apologize for. At that, his smile grows just a big, almost triumph. Although he’s quick to tense up the moment your fingers start to trail up his jacket sleeve. And as you draw small shapes in the fabric and climb higher and higher up his shoulder, you lean in a bit closer to him. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his fingers twitching and flexing in his lap. Looking eager and desperate to reach out towards and grab you. You suppose you should make this easier on him. He was never able to keep his hands off of you for long. “How about I make it up to you?”

At the sound of you whispering in his ear, you can tell that his interest was more than piqued. He had frozen, just for a moment, before leaning into your space as well and tilting his head close to your ear.

“Oh yeah?” His murmur was low, and his breath felt warm as it brushed against your ear. You shivered at the feeling, and you could tell he took delight in it with the way he let out a pleased-sounding hum. At least he had the decency to hide his smile. Though you’re sure that if you looked into his eyes right now, all you would see is the look of a cat who had finally caught the canary after many, many tries. “How?”

That single word felt like a challenge to you. 

“Well…”

And in some ways, it was. It was his money and connections and careful planning that flew you out here to this hotel so the two of you could finally meet after a long, long time apart. It was due to his smooth tongue that the two of you were guaranteed to meet up in a bar that was nearly empty and drinks that were to die for while light jazz filled the room with something more pleasant than silence. It was he who did all this for you. Because of a passing comment. Or perhaps simply, because he wanted and felt this way too. But it was your moment to shine now. Your moment to make it up to him. Your moment to show him what he was missing. And to show him that time and distance and playing pretend…

“We could start in your room? Or mine”

…could never change the way you truly feel about him.

[ayno-magi]

𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕋𝕠 𝕄𝕖!

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘖𝘯𝘦

𝑶𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑪𝒍𝒖𝒃 [𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕]

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“Mama! Mama! Please, don’t go!" Your voice trembled with desperation as you clung onto your mother's shirt, tears streaming down your face. But her expression remained cold and unmoving, her feet dragging forward, disregarding your pleas. "Please, Mama, don't leave! I'm sorry! Don't go, Mama! I love you!" It was as if she couldn't hear your words, and your throat ached from the strain of trying to convince her to stay.

Her hand forcefully pushed you away, causing you to fall onto the ground. As you looked up, her eyes met yours, the same eyes that mirrored your own. You were about to reach out and cling onto her again, but then she uttered those words that shattered your heart. "You have ruined everything. Why did I give birth to a monster like you?" A monster. She believed you were a monster. A lump formed in your throat, paralyzing you in place as your mother turned her back on you, never once looking back.

You knew deep down that you were to blame, that it was your fault for saying anything. You hurt her. Your small hands instinctively covered your mouth, muffling the choked sobs and whimpers that escaped. In that moment, you promised to yourself - you would never speak again, so as to never hurt anyone ever again.

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You opened your eyes seeing your feet putting one foot in front of the other, “It’s a bit surprising getting a transfer student this late into the term. But as long as you’re comfortable with it I guess the headmaster doesn’t mind.” Your eyes shifted up to see the back of your new teacher, his hands stuffed into his pants carrying the roll call book under one of his arm.

The sound of his monotone voice and both of your footsteps echoed in the halls of the Ouran Academy.

“I do hope you’ll find yourself to like it here. The students here are as you know from prestigious and wealthy families. You’re living with your grandparents, right? What do they do for a living?” Not hearing a response from you, which he didn’t seem to care for or press you on about.

You turned you head to the rows of windows that let in the glowing light of the sun you had to squint in order not to blind yourself, seeing the gardens and fountains decorating the massive courtyard. You couldn’t even see the front entrance gate from how big this school is. You looked over to the clock tower, it was as high as the white birds were flying, was everything at this school an aesthetic?

The footsteps in front of you stopped, “We’re here.” Your teacher said, you had to arch your neck to get an overlook of the grand double doors your teacher must’ve senses your uneasiness continuing to say, “Don’t worry about anything, just enjoy yourself.” Trying to keep his advice in mind, he reaches out to pull on the golden handles when the doors cracked open, you could hear the chatter of the students.

You felt your chest tightened placing a hand over your heart to prevent it from beating out of your rib cage. You looked back down at your polished shoes watching them move on their own again and your body followed, “Alright everyone, take your seats,” you could hear the shuffling of footsteps and chairs scraping against the marble floor, “Starting today we have a new student joining Class 1-A, she just moved from America so please be kind and help her out. Go head and introduce yourself,” the low whispers filled your ears even though it was quite than before, you felt their voices were next to your ear hearing each individual distinctly.

Taking a deep breath you tilted your head up to see the bright yellow frilly dress of daisies and the blue sea of suits with the each one having a face. You scanned around the classroom so fast everything felt like a blur. You swallowed your spit clasping your sweaty palms together you felt like yours hands were going to slip off each other’s grip. Your beating heart ran and thumped overtaking the whispers that were yelling, you felt like they were going to hear it from how loud it was.

Feeling you face going hot and red, your nails digging the back of your palms you couldn't help but feel embraced at the multiple eyes staring at you, waiting.

You were afraid if you looked down you’ll see your heart trying to escape from your chest. It wasn’t until your eyes landed on a pair; with their size and the warm hues of honey and chocolate, the eyes were impossible to ignore. It seemed to sparkle in the light creating a memorizing effect, holding so much depth and warmth, it drew you in. You had to blink to snap back into reality, taking another deep breath and looking into their awaiting eyes caused a relaxant that kept your heart contained.

Oh right! Introduce yourself! You opened your mouth only to quickly close them again you turned around, grabbing a piece of chalk you raised your hand, as soon as you placed the tip of chalk onto the board you saw the access fall, like light pieces of snow falling. Shakily, you dragged your hand down:

‘𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜, 𝓂𝓎 ��𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 (𝒴/𝒩) (𝐿/𝒩). 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒’

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙑𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚!

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You shuffled back around, bowing your head low still too embraced to look up. Once again facing your shoes, you could see your reflection of your face from how polished the floor is, you looked as though you had ran a marathon, flushed cheeks and sweat falling down the sides of your temple. You can hear the delayed claps of the students in the classroom, you stood straight back up almost giving yourself whiplash, although your eyes still stayed glued to the floor.

A hum came from your teacher, he sounded as though we was amused, “Please take the empty in the back, Miss. (L/N),” his voice was flat, but still clapped his hands almost trying to congratulate you giving yourself some pride.

Shifting your eyes quickly, you caught an empty desk in the back scrambling your way past the many student ignoring the staring looks that you could feel burning on your back. You almost bumped into your desk trying to a take a seat, you looked at your hands that were tightly gripped together in your lap, relaxing them you saw the reminisce of the chalk on your fingers you felt some of the pressure lifted off your shoulders as they lax still keeping your head down.

You closed your eyes, darkness filled your vision.

You really hope... that you didn't leave a terrible impression? You gave it your all, and that's all that counts, isn't it?

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As the bell ring, you slowly spend your eyes and lifted your head, was class over already? You didn’t fall asleep, did you? You saw students raising from their desk, going over to their friends as the chatter filled the room.

You blinked multiple times to realize that you literally just missed your first lesson, “Hey! You’re (Y/N), right?” The call of your name made you jump in your seat, that was your name, were they talking to you? Who was? Why did they call your name? You looked around frantically, seeing a bunch of girls in their fluffy dress frolicking over to you, you gasped. They’re heading over to you!? Excited smiles plastered on their faces, “You’re from America right!”

“What’s it like!”

“Which state are you from!”

“Have you been to New York!”

“Or Paris! Europe! Oh my!”

“What do your parents do!”

“Do you want to have tea with us?”

“How about lunch?”

.

.

You stayed silent as the bombard you with questions, you look at each of their faces, looking at you with a waiting response.

You felt a wave of discomfort and silence settled in as you struggled to find your words overwhelmed by the sudden attention, breathing through your nose finally summoning all your courage your fingers scrunched up your own clothes, your gaze intensified, you opened your mouth, “Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y..” you trembled in your seat as you tried to flick your tongue to say what you wanted.

The girls were taken back by your response, stepping back with surprise, “U-uh, you know what! Maybe next time? Sorry for bothering you!” One of the girls awkwardly chuckled, the others nodded in agreement giving you a wave, they hurriedly distanced themselves. You jumped at their sudden reaction to stray from you, reaching a hand out to stop them but all have left the classroom.

The sound of one of them calling you scary under their breath lingered in the air, leaving you feeling a mix of confusion and disappointment you let your outstretched hand fall back to your side.

Your lips stretched out in a thin line, and as you sat back down a heavy feeling weighed down on your chest. So much for giving a first good impression.

"Oh my, did you see that Kaoru?"

"I sure did Hikaru."

"Seems like this little bird couldn't get along with the others in the nest."

"She must feel like the little runt."

"What a shame," hearing both voices overlap made you look up, facing a pair of twins standing in front of you, one of them was laying their elbow on the other shoulder whose hand was on his own hip, both looking down at you.

What disturbed you was their devilish smirk that you know had no good intentions, which didn't mean that they didn't have bad intentions (it doesn't mean it was good either).

You blinked owlishly at them, did they essentially call you a loser. Your lips turned down giving them a furrowed expression they seemed to smile more.

"Uh-oh did we touch a nerve, Little Dove?" The one on the right commented.

"Should we touch have touched something else?" The one on the left added.

You winced at that, partially disturbed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, we forget to introduce ourselves. We're the Hitachiin Twins."

"Hikaru," you looked at the boy to the right.

"And Kaoru," then to the boy on the left.

Moving and talking in sync they leaned in closer to your desk making you reclined back into your chair. You were just honestly shocked that not one, but two people walked up and chose to talk to you of their own free will.

"We're sorry, Little Dove,"

"We didn't mean to tease you,"

"You just looked so cute, we couldn't help ourselves." They spoke in a sultry voice:

"Can you.."

"Forgive me.."

It was as if they could read each other's minds, completing each other's sentences effortlessly. Growing up together from birth, they had developed an uncanny ability to understand each other's thoughts, almost word for word.

They stared at you with far off looks and parted lips, this felt... a bit intimate. You gave each of them long stares then looked down at your lap, deep breaths. In..and out..

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"...I..under..st..st..and.." You breathed out, like you were confessing something, their looks wasn't just for show, this was a test.

A test to see if you can you understand that you are talking to Hiakru and Kaoru, not just one person, not interchangeable or indistinguishable from each other. But two individuals with their own personalities, thoughts, feelings, and motivations just cause they’re twins doesn't mean they are the exact same person, they're also brothers.

They said 'Forgive me' not 'us'. They wanted you to acknowledge that each one is apologizing for their own actions. They are not deflecting blame or trying to shift responsibility onto each other. Instead, they are demonstrating their sincerity and commitment to making amends for any harm they may have caused.

By recognizing and respecting the distinct identities of Hikaru and Kaoru, it's a reminder that each person is a complex and multifaceted individual, deserving of understanding and empathy in their own right.

They wanted you to know, Hikaru is apologizing and Kaoru is apologizing.

You nodded at your own conclusion before looking up at them.

Their eyes were blown wide, your cheeks started to burn, did you say the wrong thing? Was this not actually not a test! You definitely were overthinking about this their words had no meaning, right?

You stood up from your chair the wooden legs scraped against the floor, causing a few students to glance in your direction. To avoid the mounting pressure, you took the same page as the girls who approached you earlier and you made your way out of the classroom. The sound of your shoes clicking in the hallway echoed, feeling the steam coming off your head you covered your face.

Why did you have to say that to them, you understand what? You literally just met them, they probably gave you those looks cause they were confused. You don't know them and you don't understand anything about them; is absolutely what they were thinking.

Maybe it's best if you don't talk to those brothers again.

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You managed to calm down, feeling that your face wasn't burning your palms anymore.

But, you felt very conflicted to go back to the classroom not ready to face any one else.

Placing a hand on your chest, you looked down at your feet.

"You’re living with your grandparents, right? What do they do for a living?"

Living with your retired grandparents has been a refuge for you, a sanctuary from the chaos of your family life (mentally and physically) back at home.

Their opulent lifestyle and grand mansion provide more than you could’ve ever asked for. When your grandmother suggested that you live with them for the rest of your high school years, you eagerly accepted. Not to mention, your grandfather was oh so ever very estatic about it.

But deep down, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the expectations that came with attending such a prestigious academy.

Grateful for the opportunities it presented, you doubted your own abilities and wondered if you were truly deserving of this chance. However, you managed to pass the entrance exam with flying colors, proving to yourself and others that you were capable.

Despite the challenges you have faced and the lingering fear that still resides within you, living with your grandparents has allowed you to finally breathe, even if just for a moment.

"Ne! Are you okay?❀"

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You popped your eyes open to be face to face with...a stuffed bunny?

The bunny was lowered, and the person who held the stuffed animal was prominently shorter than you, "Usa-chan noticed that you looked sad and wanted to know if you were okay! Maybe something sweet will help!❀" The blonde boy said with innocent eyes and a warm smile.

You then noticed his acquaintance, a taller boy with striking dark grey eyes.

"❀Actually, I never see you here before? Are you new? Are you a first-year? Second? What's your name? Do you like cake? What's your favorite type of cake? Oh! I know! You should have some cake with us! Cake can solve anybody's problem!❀" You can see the flowers that bounced around him. You felt steam coming from your head from the over load of questions, his smile was very bright and cheery especially towards you, a random student who he never met before.

His chattering stopped when you pointed a finger at him, curious eyes stared before he pointed at himself, "Me? Who am I? You can call my Honey! I'm a third year!❀" The boy, Honey--Honey-senpai saunters over to the taller male and clung onto his leg, "This is Takashi! But you can call him Mori, we're in the same class ❀," Honey giggles jovially.

Oh wow, you're meeting some of your Senpais on your first day, you looked down at the bunny in Honey's hand and pointed, "Oh? Heh!❀ This is Usa-chan! Do you like bunnies, he really likes you!❀” The exaggerated flower gesture was overwhelming, as Honey's positivity radiated.

He tugged on your dress, “Ne ne! Guess what, I really like you too! Let’s be friends! Okay!❀” The rapid transition from strangers to friends in under 5 minutes left you stunned.

You didn’t realize how you looked until Honey started to frown big bubbly tears forming in the corners of his eyes, “Do-Do you not wanna be friends with us?” His lips quivered, from his perspective, you seemed utterly devastated, your eyes vacant and wide, giving off an unintentional glare. Huh?! Your eyes widen like saucers, you shook your head, tears fell down his face, “No? Whaa!!” A throaty gasp escaped from you when Honey jumped onto Mori, “She doesn’t wanna be friends with us! Whaa!!” You tried shaking your head even more! That’s not it!! Where did he even come up with that assumption!!

From Mori’s point of view, he absolutely understood what you were trying to say, he was about to intervene when you got to it before him, “N…no!..” Honey’s cries stopped, looking at your form from Mori’s shoulder, while you were facing the ground, your face flushed from your sudden courage of your small outburst.

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Okay, deep breath in, clasping your hands over your chest, you took a breath out:

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“I..I…do...”

‘I do want to be friends’ Is what you wanted to say.

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You could hear your own heart beating in your chest, the silence in the air could be cut with a knife. Did you say too much?! Or was it the wrong thing to say!?

Your thoughts were cut off by arms wrapping around you, Honey’s laughter echoed in the halls “Yayy!! Takashi, did you hear that! She said she’ll be our friend!❀” Once again, flowers surrounded him.

He gave you a tight squeeze before spinning himself around, throwing Usa-Chan in the air whil laughing gleefully. His infectious laughter prompted a small smile from you, and you glanced at Mori who had a tender expression in his eyes as he watched Homey. It was evident that these two shared a deep bond, apparent to anyone who observed them. Mori's gaze shifted to you, surprised that you had been caught, and you quickly bowed your body while maintaining eye contact, afraid that you had upset him and avoiding his gaze would imply running away. Mori simply nodded at you, without a glare or any facial expression. It was a gentle nod, his own way of expressing gratitude: thank you.

"Mitsukuni," he uttered softly, his voice resonating in your chest and sending a chill down your spine. It seemed like he called out just as lunch was ending, aware that Honey could chat endlessly. The sound of his voice was so gentle and soothing.

“Oh! Class is about to start! Ne ne! Come visit us at the Host Club so we can have cake together, okay! ❀” Honey once again looked up at you with his own name colored eyes, you nodded.

Satisfied with your answer, they made their way down the hall as Honey waved back at you with Usa-chan in his waving hand, the bunny being frolicked in the air, “Bye-bye! Haha! ❀” you bowed once more before waving back.

Well, that was eventful. You turned a different way to head back to your class.

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If you could find it that is! You thought you were going the right way, but you might just have gone further from where you had the conversation with Honey.

Your body trembled, it’s like being lost from your mom at the supermarket. Students passed by you in the halls and none of them looked familiar, not that it would help you since you were looking at your feet the whole time while trying to introduce yourself in your classroom.

“Excuse me, are you new. I’ve never seen someone like you around here.” A savior!? You turned you had at the sound of the voice. Behind you stood a guy with black hair and glasses, a book in his hand staring at you with his very dark colored eyes. He seemed studious, “Are you first year perhaps?” He adjusted his glasses, you nodded. He was quiet after that. Clasping your hand together, you stood straight looking right back at him.

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Was this a staring contest? You’re not sure who even lost since the light reflected off his glass constricting your views from his eyes, “I see,” he startled you from your daze. Although, his voice was very tranquil and nice to hear.

“This is the second-year building. It seems like you haven’t gotten used to halls yet?” He looks around, well this is your first day, “Is this your first day?” A small breathy gasp came from you, shocked at his possible mind-reading abilities. You nodded despite him possibly knowing the question, “What class are you in? 1-A?” Your eyes shined as you bobbed your head vigorously.

You thought he was your savior until he gave your directions that you could not follow, “..then to your right should be your class. Well then, goodluck,” he turned around, you let out a sharp gasp reaching a hand out for, feeling tears prick the corners of your eyes.

Kyoya felt a small tug on the hem of his shirt, turning his head to see your big eyes filled with tears as you sniffled. He let out a low breathy ‘heh’, pushing up his classes he turned his body towards you, “Very well then, I guess I can guide you towards your classroom,” yours eyes shinned, he went pass you, “Come on or else we’ll both be late,” you trailed after him like a lost puppy.

Walking side by side, you looked at him in the corner of your eye, he acted very mature maybe he’s a second or third year? Or maybe it’s the glasses that made him mature.

You better get his name before you start calling your possible Senpai, four-eyes in your head. You smacked your lips together, your chest raises from the breath you took before deflating.

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“…w-”

“My name’s Kyoya Otori, I’m a second year,” he gave you a dazzling smile.

“!!” You jumped that he answered before you could question him. Although, that smile doesn’t reach Kyoya’s eyes, you pursed your lips.

Passing by a couple of girls, you heard them whisper under their breath:

“Is that Kyoya-senpai! He’s so handsome and cool!”

“Right! He’s soooo charming!”

The girls giggled:

“Who’s that next to him?”

“I never seen her before,”

“Ooo, I wish I was walking next to him, I’m so jealous!”

You sweat dropped, if those girl rather be the lost ones with a creepy mind reading Senpai and go right ahead.

It was quiet for the rest of the way towards your class while you looked down. You hope he didn’t feel force taking you to your class? Did he only have to cause he’s your Senpai?! What if he was busy before you started bothering him!! Now he won’t have time! Cause you interrupted him!

“We’re here,” you looked up, Kyoya was staring right ahead towards the doors that had “1-A” hanging off the top of the doorframe, your anxiety has gone down seeing your homeroom doors open.

Kyoya looked over to see you bowing repeatedly, a thank you and sorry.

“Oh it was no problem at all, I learned a lot of interesting things about you,” he gave you another smile that you didn’t believe.

You titled your head, you two didn’t converse at all that allowed him to learn much about you. So what did he mean by interesting? You had a feeling that he wasn’t going to spill

“Kyoya-senpai?” Someone approached you two, you looked over only to be pulled in. It was as if the captivating power of those brown eyes from before had the ability to see into the depths of your soul, leaving you vulnerable and unable to look away. Like liquid gold and rich cocoa, the eyes radiated a warmth that was both comforting and enticing.

You had to blink to stop the spellbound placed over you, “Oh, Haruhi, I just came here to drop someone off, I won’t be here for long,” he gestured over to you, “The new girl got herself lost it seems,”

“Wow, Kyoya-senpai you’re actually willing to help someone with out wanting a favor to return,”

“Oh, I just haven’t decided what I wanted to ask for return. Don’t over-estimate me.”

A deflated sigh, “Oh of course,” they sounded defeated.

“Well, I’ll be on my way then,” Just as Kyoya was walking off, he paused turning his chin over his shoulder, “It was nice meeting you, see you later,” a sly smirked that reached his eyes which were drilling holes into you. You didn’t have enough time to comprehend that look and he was already waving his hand while walking away. As you stood there, trying to decipher the enigmatic expression on his face, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was a hidden message behind his farewell. It was a moment that would stay with you, haunting your thoughts and sparking curiosity about the mysterious Kyoya and the secrets he may be hiding.

‘…see you later,’

You hoped you don’t run into him again.

Side eyeing the person, their brown eyes match their short hair. “That couldn’t feel anymore dubious,” the person next to you sweat-dropped. They released a sigh, straightening their shoulder that were slumped, “I hope he didn’t say anything that would make feel bad,” they gave you a worried look which you missed as you were busy staring at your shoes before you could stare into their eyes again. You shook your head, “You’re name was (L/N)-san, right?”.

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You nodded.

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“Mine’s Haruhi Fujioka, I saw that the twins were talking to you earlier. I was afraid that they said something bad cause you ran out,”

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You twiddle your thumbs together, shifting your feet.

“…they didn’t say anything bad did they? I tried get them confess but they kept pleading not guilty.” Haruhi said dead-tone, sounding like they’ve been more than involved with the bothers shenanigans. (Which is couldn’t be said more)

The only bad thing they did was hurting your pride. Other than that they have yet done anything more, yet. You shook you head nimbly, crossing their arms Haruhi let out a relieved sigh, “That’s good, don’t be afraid to put your foot down when it comes to them, or let me know if they bother you too much. It may be just those two, but it’s more than anyone could handle, even for me.”

That’s awful kind of Haruhi, you guess that Haruhi is the nanny for those two or at least tries to get them under control enough that they don’t set something on fire.

You nodded once again, still facing down at your shoes.

Haruhi rubbed their head, feeling a mix of curiosity and concern, maybe the twins did say something and you were afraid that someone will find out and snitch on you. It made Haruhi wonder if there was more to your silence during the introduction on the chalkboard than just shyness.

Or…maybe you were really just that shy, Haruhi met multiple girls that were shy customers and it took a bit to for them to break out of their shells. Understanding that everyone had their own pace when it came to opening up, and they respected that.

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“I’ll see you inside, it was nice meeting you (L/N)-san,” Haruhi moved their feet.

Wha! Wait! You wanted to-! Ugh!

Take a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling to find your center.

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“Y..”

The footsteps stopped, you didn’t know why, but your felt like you had to thank Haruhi for some reason. Putting your hand over your chest, you felt you heart beating at a fast pace.

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“Y..You..”

Haruhi blinked, ‘Me?’

They turned their body fully towards you, giving you their full attention.

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“…You…You…”

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“Ah..s…”

‘Ah?’ Haruhi titled their head, trying make sense of your stuttering words.

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Grabbing a fist full of your dress, feeling your hands started clam, your eyes traveled up but only stopped at the center of Haruhi’s tie.

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“Yu-yu-yu-yu-yu-yu-yu-yu-yu,”

Haruhi was taken back, and you could feel the heat radiating from your face as you were embarrassed by your unsuccessful attempt to express yourself. Overwhelmed with shame, you hid your face in your face and hurriedly made your way past Haruhi, running towards your seat in the corner of the classroom.

Unable to articulate your thoughts, you covered your mouth while a sense of frustration and disappointment weighed heavily on your chest.

The frustration of not being able to articulate your thoughts gnawed at you, like a constant reminder of your own limitations.

Something that you wanted share with Haruhi but the words seemed to elude you, slipping through your fingers like sand.

It was as if your mind and mouth were engaged in a battle, with your thoughts racing ahead while your tongue stumbled and tripped over itself.

Small tears contained the disappointment and shame that threatened to spill out. You wished you could disappear, to fade into the background and become invisible. But the weight of your own self-doubt kept you rooted in your seat, unable to escape the suffocating atmosphere of your own thoughts.

The bell for class rang, a small relief knowing that no one will approach for the remainder of the day.

Trying to regain your composure, you glanced out the window, watching the elegant white doves soaring effortlessly through the sky. As the sense of frustration and disappointment remained, a heavy burden settled on your chest. It was a burden of your own perceived weakness, a constant reminder that once again, you had failed to express yourself in the way you had hoped.

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[your-local-simp-writers]

A Quiet Kind of Love

Word Count: 991

Warnings: None Note: This is meant to take place a year before the main events of host club!!

Takeshi Morix Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The kendo club was buzzing with energy as Y/N approached, clutching Mori’s forgotten notebook in her hand. She’d volunteered to bring it to him as an excuse to see him before their next class, but now that she was actually here, a hint of nervousness crept in. The faint sounds of wooden practice swords clashing mixed with laughter and loud chatter from the nearby track team warming up. The club room’s open doors allowed a rush of fresh winter air inside, bringing with it the familiar scents of the gym—slightly musty, mixed with wood and leather.

The kendo club was unusually lively today. Members were practicing in pairs, while others lingered by the benches, chatting and sharing snacks. Y/N noticed Mori instantly—he stood near the back, talking quietly with another member, his figure strong and grounded amidst the more animated crowd. Even from afar, he held an unshakeable calm, the kind of steady confidence that made him look perfectly at ease among the energy of his teammates.

One of Mori’s friends spotted her and grinned knowingly, nudging another member. “Hey, isn’t that Mori’s girl?” he whispered, a little too loudly, causing Y/N’s cheeks to flare red.

“Shut up,” another teammate replied, elbowing him. “Don’t embarrass her, she’s here for a reason.”

She took a steadying breath, then walked toward Mori, weaving her way past the chatting members and sparring pairs. She was nearly at the back of the room when Mori finally looked up, his gaze softening as he noticed her approaching. He inclined his head slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. She couldn’t help but feel like everything around them faded a little.

“Y/N,” he greeted, his voice gentle but audible enough to cut through the noise. He took a step forward, shielding her from the bustling activity around them, creating an almost private bubble between them. His presence had a way of grounding her, calming her nerves even as her heart raced.

“Oh! Hi, Mori,” she stammered, immediately feeling her usual confident demeanor slipping away. “I… uh, I have your notebook. You left it behind in class.” She held it out, her fingers trembling slightly.

He accepted it, his fingers brushing against hers briefly. “Thank you. I would have missed it,” he said, his tone steady. His quiet gaze was fixed on her, and in that moment, the noise around them seemed to dim, the world shrinking down to just the two of them.

Before she could respond, a few of Mori’s teammates came over, waving at her cheerfully. One of them—a friend named Ryo—clapped Mori on the shoulder with a grin. “Wow, Y/N! You’ve saved Mori from another crisis, huh?”

Y/N laughed, her usual bubbly self peeking through. “Well, somebody has to look out for him!”

Another teammate chimed in, teasingly, “Hey, Mori, maybe you should leave stuff behind more often if it means Y/N will drop by. She livens up the place!”

Mori’s normally stoic expression softened slightly, a faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he listened to the banter. He didn’t say much, but the slight shift in his posture suggested he was relaxed and at ease, his usual reserved self letting down a guard he rarely showed anyone else.

Y/N shifted a bit, trying not to let her flustered smile turn into an awkward giggle. “I wouldn’t want him to forget anything important,” she replied, earning more laughs from the group. The noise and chatter around them made the moment feel normal and casual, though the spark between her and Mori was unmistakable.

Finally, Mori’s attention settled back on her, his gaze making her feel like she was the only one in the room. “Thank you again, Y/N. Really.” His tone was softer now, and for a brief moment, she forgot everyone else was there.

Realizing she might be overstaying her welcome, she cleared her throat. “Well, I should probably let you get back to practice,” she mumbled, her cheeks warming. She made a move to turn, but Mori took a small step forward, matching her pace and walking beside her toward the door.

A teammate raised an eyebrow, watching them with mild surprise. “Mori, leaving practice early?” he teased, but Mori didn’t respond, his focus entirely on her.

The two of them walked to the entrance in comfortable silence, and as they reached the door, Y/N turned to say a final goodbye. Mori held her gaze, and without another word, he leaned in, brushing a soft, warm kiss against her cheek.

Y/N’s eyes widened, her breath catching as he pulled back. She hadn’t expected that, not here in front of everyone, and especially not from him. Yet he looked completely unbothered, the hint of a smile still lingering as he stepped back.

A few teammates nearby saw the kiss, and their reactions ranged from shocked whispers to knowing smiles. A friend nearby chuckled, nudging his buddy. “Looks like Mori isn’t as reserved as we thought.”

Feeling her face heating up, Y/N stammered, “I… I’ll see you in class tomorrow!” She quickly turned, practically skipping out of the club room, her hand pressed to her cheek as if she could keep his warmth there a little longer.

As she walked down the hall, a huge grin spread across her face, her heart still fluttering with the memory of Mori’s quiet affection. Even though he’d barely said a word, his actions had spoken volumes, and she knew that was his way of showing her just how much she meant to him.

Back in the club room, Mori’s teammates surrounded him, grinning and asking questions about what had just happened. But he only gave them a calm smile, shrugging nonchalantly. His silent, affectionate gesture spoke volumes, and as he returned to practice, that small, quiet smile lingered on his face, visible only to those who truly knew him.

[shydefendorcoffee]

Aged up!husband!Tamaki Suoh x f!reader

10:34

A little blonde boy ran into the room and barrelled into his mother who was sitting on the couch, laughing when his mother caught him and rubbed their cheeks together.

"Baby, shouldn't you be sleeping right now? Hiro, it's past your bedtime, my love. Hiro~"

The child doesn't respond instead begins busying himself with the gold necklace his mother wore. His tiny fingers were pulling and prodding at it. His mother sighs as she adjusts her child in her arms, trying to get him to look at her. With no such luck, she gives up, bringing him closer to her chest.

A taller blonde who just entered the room, smiles softly at his small family, with a content look in his purple eyes. Going towards the couch and sitting beside the _____-haired woman, he grabs his son plopping him on his lap. Cooing at the little boy, who holds onto the collar of his father's suit, 

"Hiro~ Mommy's asking you a question. Why're you up, my little prince?"

Hiro refuses to look either of his parents in the eye, finding other things to keep up the illusion of busyness. Both husband and wife share a look.

"What's bothering you, lovey?"

A gentle voice prods at her son. Finally, the boy looks up with his mismatched grey and purple eyes, slightly teary. Rapidly reaching for his mother, "I-i don't want to be alone, mommy. Can I please sleep with you two tonight? Please just for tonight? Please?"

The boy begins choking on his words slightly and immediately his mother begins shushing him, wiping at his face as she confirms that he can spend the night with them.

Looking briefly over at her husband with her usual exasperated smile, before Hiro grabs her face in his pudgy hands to make her look at him again.

"Mama, nooo~ Look at me."

His cheeks were red and his eyes obnoxiously filled with tears. Cooing at her only child, she brings him closer rubbing her nose against his, as soft giggles fill the room.

And as Tamaki watches, he falls in love all over again.

[st0r-fruit]

Spoiled Orphan Reader X HayaRyuu Headcanons

Summary: You find yourself surrounded with a different family. Maybe it's not that bad.

A/N: Hello! First time writing for Gakuen Babysitters with slight twist of Ouran Highschool Host Club! Please be aware that i haven't finished OHSHC, so please do let me know if i made mistakes 🙏. Have fun reading!

Tags: Fluff!!, Slight crossover with OHSHC (Haruhi and Ryuuichi are cousins in my AU), Reader is girl/feminine, Hayaryuu aged up by 10 years, basically all mentioned Gakubaby and OHSHC characters is aged up, Billionaire!Ryu and Millionaire!Kamitani, Ryu is a a successful business man and Kamitani is a successful famous baseball player, Hayaryuu Girldads for the win.

You, are once the child of a wealthy and powerful family. Your father controls big corporation markets and is known to be ferocious and perfectionist. Your mother invests on beauty salons, known for her kindness and gentle soul. You, on the other hand is know for your strong-willed attitude that knows exactly what you want and when you want. A purebred horse? It's here in tommorow morning. A brand new couture? All is set, all you need to do is find that you like. That new fancy dessert? It's by the dining table. You know you're spoiled and loved, and you make use of it.

Your life was great until one day... A hired sniper killed your parents. You three were just enjoying tea when you can hear faint wisps of bullets bursting to air, targeting your parents.

The police figured someone of your dad's rival hired the sniper, you know how it is on the business world. Intense, competitive, but certainly not murder-thirsty.

You are now left alone with your things and somehow, a grand fortune left for you on their will. While that's great, you didn't really have anyone to took care of you. Grandparents have passed, you have no older siblings since after your birth your mother went infertile. So your father's close friend, Yuzuru Suoh, took things in hand and offered you to stay in the academy his son is managing, Ouran Academy.

Of course you agreed, you heard many positive things about the place. So, with the help of the nannies, you packed your stuff and go live in academy. Your personal nannies come live with you too, ensuring you adjust properly to the academy.

A year have passed, and you've grown fond of the academy. You were under the care of Tamaki Suoh, the chairman of the academy. He lets you reign freely around the academy, exploring each area freely. You also go to school there, and you're quite popular too. You've grown fond of him. Another person you admire is Haruhi Fujioka, the academy's lecturer of law and to your surprise, the wife of Tamaki. Sometime's Mr. Tamaki's (as you call him) friends come over, and you really liked them too.

While you're happy with everything going on with the academy, you still feel lonely. Seeing your friends get picked up by fancy cars to their families make you jealous, just bit.

You tell this to Haruhi and Tamaki, which to your surprise, is very happy to help you. They try to find you your forever family, but with a kid like you, it's going to be hard.

"How about the Rodechestire family?"

"No, they're not rich enough."

"Okay... What about the Yoshida's?"

"They're so strict and don't even pick couture!"

"A- How about the Walton's?

"I don't like their cat."

"...Girl, you ain't going anywhere with your kind of standards."

You sat with pouty face while Mrs. Haruhi and Mr. Tamaki talks about something. You heard their conversation from time to time.

"What about my cousin?" "Ryu? With that man...who is it again?" "Kamitani." "Right." "They're great at parenting from babysitting experience, we should give it a chance." "I approve it~!"

You gasped softly hearing their conversation. You got a candidate family? This is great! All you need to do is to see if they fill up your requirment.

After Haruhi and Tamaki breaks the news, you immediately started to pack your things up. Fancy teacups, couture outfits, designer shoes and limited edition bags. All for the hope that this family, maybe atleast decent.

Part 2 coming up!!

Interact in the comment section please 🥺

[reijixia13]

Would anyone read if I published this book chapters here?

Funny Bloom of Love

-It's a Pucca!Reader x Haikyuu Various

-If you know Pucca Funny Love tv show you would definitely like it ig-

-Kita is already in the Love Intrest and im still thinking of how reader will meet the others

-It's short chapters can be... i don't quite know- but really I find it fun when I read it someties lol

And then we have

Loveable Passion

-It's actually a Akabane!Reader if you know Karma Akabane this would be his sister, which would be unexpectedly applied in Ouran High so it's Ouran High School Host Club crossover Assassination Classroom x reader

-We already have met Haruhi, The twins as reader's classmates

-We've been stuck in that chapter where reader was familizr with Morinozuka HAHAHA

-It's been like 4 or 5 months since I last update wattpad- Shut down I couldn't even update them

Anyways yah its like that- their all halfly crossovers, if you would like it, Im more than happy to share it here lol

[babyouran]

Ouran High School Host Club - have you ever wanted to be a part of the plot? well in this fan fiction, you are put right in! y/n is the daughter of the Takahashi family who owns a successful technology company. through her friendship with haruhi she is introduced to the club and soon enough becomes a member. join her through the silly adventures and blooming relationships with her fellow hosts!

I ~ Trust Me!

II ~ Beware of the Physical Exam!

III ~ Attack of the Lady Manager!

IV ~ The Twins Fight!

V ~ The Grade School Host is the Naughty Type!

VI ~ Jungle Pool SOS!

VII ~ The Sun, the Sea, and the Host Club!

VIII ~ A Challenge from Lobelia Girls' Academy

IX ~ A Day in the Life of the Fujioka Family!

[vincent-4ever]

If it’s okay, I would love something with grumpy Kyoya in the morning in bed with his s/o. I think he needs some headpats

Yes it's ok! Sorry it takes me a long time to get to requests lol, inspiration really takes it's time to hit me, I love this prompt so here's my take at it :)

Gender neutral reader

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╰┈➤As you were getting out of bed, you notice your significant other, Kyoya, toss and turn in his sleep. I mean you were pretty slow getting up and you did move the blankets around a lot so this probably bothered his sleep. You made sure his blankets were covering him when he was done moving around. After a few minutes you decide to get some water from the kitchen.

╰┈➤After a few minutes you come back, and notice Kyoya has woken up, not in a good mood. The time was 9:00 AM, and ever since you and Kyoya started sharing a bed, you were made fully aware he is not a morning person. He put his glasses on and the more he stayed awake the more obvious he was grumpy. He stared at you quietly with a look on his face that screams "you shouldn't have bothered me in my sleep"

╰┈➤ After a few minutes of Kyoya staring at you with a mean look you blurt "I'M SO SORRY DID I WAKE YOU UP?!"

╰┈➤Kyoya seeing you apologize like this makes him snap back to reality, he sighs and says in a calm, and collected voice "Don't apologize, just, don't do it again.."

╰┈➤ After that moment he got up to give you a hug and a kiss on the head, squeezing tightly though because he is still kind of infuriated.

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Hi!! Thanks for reading until the end, I don't think this was my best fan fic 😅😅 but I tried so if you enjoyed it likes and rebloggs are appreciated!! I hope you enjoyed this :)

ALSO!! don't hesitate to submit a prompt for me to write, even if it takes me a while to get to it I promise I'll do it

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hello, I'm sorry if this is a bother, but could I request a yandere Mori (from Ouran Host Club) x an outcast darling. Like they just don't fit in because they're a new money family and not that prestigious. And thus he takes them under his wing, at first like an older brother but later as a romantic interest.

Yandere Takashi Morinozuka x Outcast Reader

Just because you have money doesn’t mean you’re immediately liked

And being an outcast isn’t so bad 

until you have group projects

But because you aren’t all that popular going to a host club isn’t exactly your plan

So you seeking out Mori is next to impossible

It’s he who invites you

After rejecting another student he realizes they both seem to not have noticed you

Reading or on your phone behind one of the pillars you were hoping not to be noticed but alas

He invites you and because of his imposing figure you’ll agree

Feeling so out of place when you enter, you practically run to where he is

Where you both just sit

And sit

“...”

“...”

“....”

“...”

“Would you like some tea?”

“Yes, please.”

To everyone but Mori this is weird beyond belief

At the end of it, you’ll fully expect to leave with a warning to never come back

“(Y/n), come back tomorrow.”

“O-okay.”

Like that, he becomes the only one you speak to 

Seeing as no one still wanted to speak to you with Mori by your side

So of course you’ll begin to open up to him

To trust him

So when he asks you to do things you don’t question him

Even as a stark shift in his request appears

“(Y/n), go out with me.”

“L-like a friend hangout or–”

“No. It’s a date. This Friday.”

“Oh uh I don’t really see–”

“I’ll see you at 5.”

Say anything against him and he’ll ignore it 

He won’t even talk to you about the broken foot that one student who tried to get to know you

Maybe you can speak to others when you make it clear your definitely not leaving his side

[gelus-ugs]

male! reader going to the host club to find out what all the buzz is about and seeing Hikaru and calling him a pretty boy/ flirting with him and flustering Hikaru half to death? (maybe he bounces back or smth)?

(also the saiki one shot was super good! :) )

Pretty Boy~ Hikaru x Reader

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Male reader

I’m sorry if this is ooc and awkward- I haven’t written for OHSHC in a while 😭

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You stared at the large, pink doors before you, questioning why you were even here. You had agreed to visit the Host Club on behalf of your friends’ begging, but now that you were actually here, you were confused on what to do.

You had no idea how a host club worked, you’ve never even heard of one until your friends began to yap about the one at your school. You sighed, beginning to reach for a door handle.

These doors aren’t gonna open themselves.

You had no idea what to expect when opening the door to the music room, but it definitely wasn’t a face full of petals falling from god knows where. You were inside, so where did the petals come from?

The room was buzzing with life. Women were everywhere as they crowded in groups, seemingly for the purpose of getting flirted with from one of the few men. You had no idea what you were watching as you spotted your friends squealing over a blonde haired kid innocently eating cake.

What the hell is this club..?

As you continued to scan the room, you spotted a familiar redhead sitting alone, his attention focused on a small gaming console in his hands. You quietly made your way over to the male, suddenly placing your hands on his shoulders as you uttered a, ‘Boo!’

The male flinched, his gaming console nearly flying out of his hands as the screen displayed the large words ‘GAME OVER’. He turned around, only for his eyes to widen in confusion,

“[Y/n]? What’re you doing here?”

You simply shrugged, taking a seat next to the redhead,

“Well, my friends insisted that I visit the Host Club and said that I’d like it, but I have no idea what I’m doing here. All I see is women fawning over some men”

You looked around the room before looking back at Hikaru,

“So, what is this ‘Host Club’? What’s the point and what do you guys do?”

Hikaru’s breath hitched as he bashfully looked away,

“Well..we basically flirt with girls”

You raised your eyebrow in interest,

“Oh? And why aren’t you flirting with any girls?”

“I don’t have any clients at the moment”

Hikaru mumbled, embarrassed that he had gotten caught being apart of such a club. You smiled, placing your index finger under his chin and turning his head to look at you,

“Well, I can be your client for the time being, pretty boy~”

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

🌹OHSHC🌹

🍒Kasanoda Ritsu ➳

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🔮Nekozawa Umehito ➳

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🥋Morinozuka Takeshi ➳

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🍰Haninozuka Mitskuni ➳

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👓Ootori Kyoya ➳

Follow Through (os) ♂️❣

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👑Suoh Tamaki ➳

Leash & Collar (os) ♂️ 💞❣

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🍊Hitachin Hikaru ➳

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🥭Hitachin Kaoru ➳

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🧃Hitachin Twins ➳

Devil Twins' Property! (os) ♂️ 💞

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🎂Hanni & Mori

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🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•

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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

[morinuu]

✩｜takashi x reader drabble bc ive been having takashi brainrot. 358 words, fluffy :3

it wasn't often when takashi showed his raw emotions, but when he did, you welcomed it.

it wasn't as scary as the others made it seem, even though it was kinda freaky at first. to you, it just proved how comfortable he was to open up and show his exhaustion to his girlfriend.

so when he found you at your usual spot under a tree behind the school one day and smiled softly at you, you couldn't reject him. "hey, sweetheart." he muttered and sat on the grass before laying his head on your lap.

"hey." you whispered to him and ran your fingers through his hair to hear him sigh in relief. "you alright, takashi?"

all you got in response was a soft hum, followed by his eyes shutting slowly. you didn't know if you wanted to kiss him passionately and catch him by surprise or hold him closer. maybe both.

"you shouldn't sit on the grass." you smiled a bit, amused at the thought of his pants becoming slightly green. from his silence though, you assumed he didn't care.

some more quiet moments passed with you staring at the 'scary' takashi morinozuka; who had the most gentle sleepy expression on his face. you didn't often have these moments considering his busy schedule and lack of privacy, so you both decided to enjoy it like it's treasured.

"how was judo?" you asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the huge man who somehow seemed tiny in your lap with his arms wrapped around your hips and his face buried in your tummy.

"good, tiring." he answered curtly, wanting nothing more than to take a nap inhaling your scent - one of the rare times he was hoping his dear cousin wouldn't come looking for him.

you took his hand in your own and gave it a small kiss. "we have class in 10 minutes." you reminded him, much to his dismay.

that was the first time you skipped class to stay with your tired boyfriend in your embrace, wondering if your parents would learn about it and scold you.

but he was takashi morinozuka, and who dares defy his will? definitely not you.