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A very dramatic love confession (Tamaki Suoh x Male Reader) (it’s gay)

-Yayyyyy its the blonde little boy (I have him as my pfp for a reason, ok?)

-I know he’s *technically* into woman and also homophobic in the source material, but I say he’s gay and has internalized homophobia issues and I'm right so take that. (By the way,  I have it set up so that the reader is male. I can make a female version as well if anyone wants it.)

-In this world, Tamaki has a dorm. A very expensive one, but a dorm. It has to be a thing for the *star* S t o r y *star* 

-This one is very comedic because I enjoy that part of the show, but I’m open to making a more serious one and I probably will later on. But for now, have this masterpiece that I wrote in like 5 minutes at an unreasonably late hour because I thought it was funny

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You had been in the host club for a while now. Long enough to know when Tamaki was upset with something. I mean, it’s not like he made it all that difficult. His emotions were so over the top, they were kind of hard not to notice.

Still, this seemed to be lasting longer than any of his normal outbursts. It was also…different. It wasn’t the normal sadness at Haruhi’s blatant rejections, nor was it an anger-filled outburst at the twins. Rather, it seemed like a silent debate in his head that was now spanning over days. It was still just as dramatic, to be sure. He would sit in his chair in a classic thinking position, seeming bothered by something as his eyes switched between different parts of the room.

Even then, something was different, and you and the rest of the club noticed it right away. This new mood seemed to be more...genuine. When he wasn’t sitting in his chair, this look of being lost in thought still followed him around. He was even beginning to space out at times.

So much so that it became a problem. A problem that found its home in your lap when Kyoya called you over one day.

“Tamaki is having a focus problem. It’s causing fewer guests to enjoy seeing him. Which means less profit for the club.” He said, pushing his glasses up slightly before returning to his keyboard. “You have to speak to him about it.”

“Me?” you asked, surprised. “Why on earth do I have to do it?”

“Because you’re the closest to him out of anyone. He listens to you more than he does the rest of us.” Kyoya stops typing for a moment to look up at you. “You haven’t noticed?”

Well, no. You hadn’t. You always assumed his favorite member was Haruhi, based on the special treatment he always gave her. Also because, I don't know, he was clearly in love with her and had said so more than once? Just a thought.

As stupid as it seemed, you knew you couldn’t change Kyoya’s mind. No one could. That being said, it was now your job to ask Tamaki about his odd behavior and find a way to fix this. 

Of course, you had to find him first.

You must’ve spent an eternity looking for him in the expansive wasteland that was music room 3. You even discovered more new doors and areas you had no clue existed before that point. Eventually, while you were searching the pantry, Honey poked his head around the doorway.

“Hey!” he shouted while smiling wide. You jumped a bit, before speaking. “Oh, hello honey-senpai!”

“Are there any snacks in here?” He asked, looking at the close to empty pantry cabinets.

“Ah, nothing you'd be all that interested in, sorry. Looks like we’ll need to restock,” you say, trying your best not to upset him. He looks heartbroken before he starts to walk away in defeat, tightly squeezing his Usa-Chan to his chest. Poor Honey senpai. Whatever will he do?

Just before he walks away, you think to ask, “Wait, Honey-Senpai!” He lifts his head to look back at you. “Do you know where Tamaki is?” Honey vigorously shakes his head before going back to sulking. A dead end.

Just then, Mori comes over and sweeps up Honey to put on his shoulders. “I saw Tamaki walk out of the club earlier today.” Mori said bluntly, before walking off with honey asleep on his shoulders.

Ah, finally, a lead in the case of the missing Tamaki! Still, even if he did leave the music room, where else in this gigantic school could he be? Well, you’d better get to work looking.

So, you began sweeping the school, searching for any sign of where he could’ve gone. Just as you were turning the corner to the library, you almost ran headfirst into Haruhi.

“Woah! Sorry, Haruhi!” You apologized, laughing slightly as you took a step or two backward.

“No- It’s ok! Don’t worry about it.” Haruhi said, reorganizing the papers that were on her stack of books. “What are you doing over here, anyway? I didn’t think any of you actually wanted to study.”

I mean… She wasn’t wrong. Everyone there seemed to despise the thought of actually doing anything school-related and while that wasn’t exactly where you were at, who likes to study?

“Actually, I’m looking for Tamaki. Have you seen him?” you asked, hoping that his obsession with Haruhi might mean that he told her what he was doing.

“Oh, so that’s what you’re doing.” Haruhi sighed having this “of course.” moment in her brain. “Well, I did pass him on my way here. I’m surprised he wasn’t just following me around like a total creepy stalker.” Something that, based on Haruhi's uncomfortable reaction, had definitely happened before. She seemed to shake it off before continuing “Anyway, he didn’t tell me where he was going, but he was headed straight towards where the dorms are, I think.”

Facepalm. Of course, why wasn’t that the first place you checked? Anyway, you ended up running back to the other side of the school and into the area where the dorms were. 

You didn’t even hesitate. You knew exactly which dorm was his, whether it be from your impeccable memory or the overly decorated door, covered with delicate white and gold ribbons and a mixture of roses. Or maybe it was the gold nameplate that read “René Tamaki Richard de Grantaine” that was attached to the front of his door.

Whatever it was, you knocked firmly on the door. There was nothing.

Slightly confused, you clicked open the door handle and pushed open the door. You found that the entire inside of the dorm was decorated in the same way the outside had been. Roses and ribbon laced the edges of tables and countertops. Overall, it was a huge spectacle. What else were you going to expect from Tamaki?

Speaking of Tamaki, he was there all right. He was at the top of a hanging bed that had been placed front and center- and was just about the showiest thing in the entire room. He was spinning a glass of non-alcoholic child-friendly red beverage in a wine glass, clearly still deep in his head as he hardly seemed to notice you walk in. On top of all of this, he was shirtless.

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him at first, but then you had to bring yourself back down again. After all, you decided you would stop pursuing him after you realized he showed interest in Haruhi. You were just here to talk to him, that was all.

“Oh- (Y/N)- Hello!” Tamaki rolled onto his stomach to look down at you. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

Clearly.

“Here, let me get down.” He grabbed a small remote and clicked a button that caused his entire bed to lower from the ceiling.

“I’d be more than happy to- Wait, why are you here again?” He asked. You let out a long disappointed sigh before saying “Kyoya sent me to talk to you.”

“Kyoya? Why?” he asked, cocking his head slightly.

“Well,” you began. “You’ve been off as hell. You’re always swallowed in thought, what’s wrong with you lately?”

“Aw, you came all the way here to talk to me because you were worried?” Tamaki seemed to tease you.

Actually, Kyoya sent you, as you’d said. Then again, he wasn’t wrong. After watching the king of the host club fumble over his thoughts and not be at the top of his game for once, you couldn’t help but at least be a little worried about him.

“Well then,” Tamaki took your hand and pulled you closer to him, while also putting his other hand around your waist. “Fear not, darling, as I am perfectly fine. It’s merely a bump in the road of the journey my soul is taking on its way to finding love.”

He then let go of you and turned around “I’ve had a realization recently is all.”

Damn superficial charm! Why? Why did that work?

You attempted to shrug it off as you asked him “Well, what is it?” 

“Ah.” he froze for a minute. “I was hoping you wouldn’t ask me that.”

He turned around with a gentle smile on his face. All that work you had done to keep your heart rate down was all for nothing as it slowly sped up again. 

“You see, the inner workings of one's heart is such a difficult thing to understand. Even my own, sometimes.”

He sat back on his bed and crossed his legs. “I think that’s why it took me so long to understand. I didn’t know what it was at first.” he looked up slightly.

“I was so convinced that I loved Haruhi that I forgot about my other options. Some that I never even thought possible, but…” He pauses before swiftly standing up and gently placing his hand on your cheek. “Then you showed up.”

He softly runs the back of his knuckles down your face before pulling away. “I never thought this kind of love was possible for me to have for another man,” he said, slightly turning away from you. “But, for you, anything seems possible.” 

“You’re even more beautiful than any flower that has ever crossed my path, and this feeling you give me…” he does the classic actor move where he pulls away and blocks his arm with his face. “It must be what true love really feels like!”

This exactly is like watching a stage play. Better let him finish.

“So now I ask you, Y/N…” he turns back to you and takes your hand in his. He gets on one knee and kisses your hand before pleading “Please, be My Prince!”

“Wow, that was… Quite the confession.” You say, still stunned from all of that B R I L L I E N C E. 

Yet again, I ask, what else do you expect from Tamaki?

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OK I SWEAR I’M DONE FANBOYING FOR ELLIOT I PROMISE

Listen, i’ve got other fics in the works, alright? I swear i will not make this an elliot fanpage

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He really do be groovin

he groovin

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i lied my page might become an Elliot fanpage at this rate

ignoring that, THIS IS THE COOLEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE.

Elliott (c. 1650)

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Ooga booga, I did Elliott sketches 

I’m not super great at drawing, but I enjoy it regardless

I know every single post has been about Elliott (Because I'm lowkey a hardcore simp) but I swear I’ll start posting about other things, this is the last Elliott post I promise

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Imagine actually talking to the stardew villagers

Ok so, me and my friend were just playing stardew (Again), and we completed one of the community center bundles that gives you 3 pink cake. It was also Elliot’s birthday, and that was all i had so i gave it to him- but I just imagine it going like:

Elliot: “Oh, for my birthday! Thank you! Did you bake it yourself?”

Player: “No, I got it from the little apple people with faces that live in the community center.”

Elliot:”...W h a t?”

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Duck Feathers (SDV Elliot x Reader)(150% SFW I’m sorry)

I am horrified out of my MIND to actually post but here we go.

Alright, I have a few things to say

1, this is my first attempt at anything like this, please don’t bash it too hard.

2, this isn’t anything sexual, its purely a romance (With kisses tho)

3,it’s actually mostly a buildup of my idea of Elliot’s backstory and character, mostly because I wish we got more of it in the actual game.

4, it’s probably kind of clunky and the dialogue is probably not great, but I really tried. I’ll get better the more I write, as well.

5. I am aware this is very cliché and not great, but honestly, I just wanted to start with something simple.

6, I am aware Elliot already has a heart event where you kiss him, I just wanted to do this for fun.

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It was the 100th time you had walked into that dark old cabin. Somehow, though, the calming atmosphere never once changed. The bit of sunlight peeking through the window, the candlelight flickering from the desk, the old piano standing proud.

The centerpiece, though, was Elliot. Being a writer, you would expect him to have horrible posture, hunched over that old wooden desk all day. However, the exact opposite was true. He sat straight up, pen gliding across the paper with ease, his hair gracefully falling over his shoulders as his eyes moved across the paper. It’s like he was consumed in his own little world at that desk, one which he had handcrafted himself. He didn’t even notice as you opened the door and stood staring at him for a moment.

Eventually, he put down his pen atop the paper and leaned back in his chair, running his hand through his hair as he let out a long sigh. He then turned to you, finally seeming to notice you as you shuffled closer quietly. “Oh, hello.” He said kindly, smiling gently. “My apologies, I didn’t notice you come in.”  He stretched out his entire body before interlacing his fingers and placing his head atop them. “So, what caused you to visit my humble little Cabin today?” He asked, just turning his head enough to meet your eyes.

“Oh- nothing, really! I was just in the area, figured I’d swing by,” you said, caught off guard by the sudden attention you had just received.

“Oh. Well, that was very kind of you.” Elliot replied gently. “Pardon my manners,” he said, standing up and straightening out his vest. “I’ve just been so involved with this novel lately, it’s hard to tear myself away from it. That, and I wasn’t expecting anyone today.” Elliot paused before chuckling lightly. “Although, I guess I should’ve expected you. You’ve been visiting a lot recently.”

You felt yourself blush slightly. “Well, in my defense, you told me I could come over whenever I want. That, and the door is always unlocked, so I just let myself in.”

Elliot laughed lightly. “I suppose that’s right.” He said, looking down and smiling to himself.

You looked just over his shoulder at the mess of papers on his desk. At this distance, you couldn’t read what was on them, but his writing looked neat- almost like a cursive font poured over the pages.

“What’s it about?” You ask, looking back to meet Elliot's eyes.

“Oh, my Novel?”

“Yeah. I mean, you’ve been working on it for a while, what’s it about?” you repeat, clearly curious.

“Oh, well, I actually recently began this one.” He said, turning slightly to look at the pages himself. “I ended up getting rid of my previous pages in favor of this new idea.”

He walked over to the desk and gently ran his fingers over the paper. “It’s actually a…” He dropped off before clearing his throat. “It’s a romance novel.”

Your heart skipped a beat as soon as he said that. “Really?” The words nearly slipped out of your mouth. However, you immediately thereafter realized how ridiculous of an assumption that it was that he would be writing a whole Novel about you. It could just as realistically be about Leah, or any other of his previous relationships, as much as you secretly hoped it wasn’t.

“Heh.” Elliot smiled lightly. “It’s not exactly the type of Novel I imagined myself writing when I moved here in pursuit of my dreams just a year ago.” He sat down on the piano bench, letting out a small sigh as he did so. “However, as many others before me have said, inspiration strikes when you may least expect it.”

You let out a small chuckle before looking around the room once more, putting your hands in your pockets. Then, all of the sudden, you feel something. “Oh, right! I almost forgot-” You take the feather out of your pocket and you attempt to realign the soft strands into order. “This is actually for you! I heard you liked duck feathers from someone, so I just figured I should, um, give this to you.” You hold it out for him, and he gently takes it from your hands, attempting to smooth out the fluff himself. “I’m sorry if it got ruined from just sitting in my pocket. I-I didn’t mean to mess up your gift.” You apologized, looking down, slightly embarrassed.

“It’s beautiful,” Elliot said, ignoring the apology entirely. You look back up at him as he turns the feather delicately in his hand, seeming to admire every detail as he ran his fingers across the tip. He then held it in the sun shining through the window, allowing the turquoise and blue to shimmer as sunlight passed through them. As weird as it seemed, it was honestly kind of inspiring, watching as his eyes traced every little detail as if it were something truly treasured to him.

“Just so you know, I am aware of how strange it may seem to somewhat admire such a strange object,” he said, bringing the feather back down into his other hand. “But to me, they represent much more.”

“Why?” you asked, without even thinking, before following up with “Only if you want to tell me, that is.”

“Oh- Well, of course.” He said, placing the feather on the top of the piano. “You see, when I was little, my mother used to leave me at my aunt’s house quite a bit. Where she lived, she had all kinds of bird feeders hanging from the big tree in her backyard. In addition to this, she had chickens, so she would have me lay the feed for them at the base of the tree. One day, as I was set to complete this task, a flock of ducks was eating the rest of the feed from the day prior.” He shifted slightly in his chair as he began to stare up slightly, seemingly beginning to daydream.  “I was hesitant on what to do at first. Do I approach them? Do I wait for them to go? After a moment’s debate with myself, I decided to approach them as quietly as I could, as to not disturb them. Just as I was getting close enough to start laying down feed, my aunt’s dog saw me and ran straight for me, loudly disturbing the flock.”

At this point, Elliot closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. “The ducks flew straight over my head, blowing my hair in their direction as they flew just above me. I stood in shock for a moment, as I watched them disappear into the big blue sky. It was a feeling unlike any other I can describe to you just through the use of words alone.” he let out his breath as he once again opened his eyes.

“After that moment, I combed through my hair with my fingers and retrieved a single duck feather, just like this one.” he looked back up at the feather atop the piano.

“I think that’s why I became a writer. To try my best to explain that exact feeling.” Elliot paused for a moment, clearly thinking about something. “Anyway, it is not my intention to bore you with long stories about my life. My apologies.”

You suddenly snap back into reality. In a mixture of listening to the story and watching him tell it, you’d gotten caught in the same type of daydreaming Elliot always seemed to be engaged in. “Wait- no, it’s ok!” You reply quickly. “Seriously, I don’t mind learning more about you.” you think for a moment. “Plus, for what it’s worth, you did a great job explaining that feeling to me just now.”

Elliot laughs gently. “Thank you, I truly appreciate it.” There’s a pause as the feeling lingers in the air for a moment before Elliot speaks again. “I used to think there wasn’t a more beautiful thing in the world. A more wonderful feeling than that experience. It felt like, for just a moment, that maybe if I jumped, I could fly. That the birds could carry me with them. It’s a feeling of pure euphoria. I figured nothing else in the world could feel quite the same.” Elliot paused before chuckling slightly to himself and messing with his hands as he looked down at them. “Come to find out, life is full of those sorts of unexpectancies.”

Something about that made your heartbeat a little faster. A picture here was forming, but it wasn’t quite clear enough to make out. So you ask, “Like what?”

“Heh, well,” He pauses as he fidgets with his hands once more. “You see, I met someone.” Beat. You can feel your heart beating harder in your chest. You attempted to calm yourself down as Elliot stood and continued. “I met them on the bridge one day, and it seems it’s changed my life. Made me capable of things I never before thought possible.” Elliot once again closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. “They made me feel that same way every single time I saw them. That feeling of flying, the pure euphoria, and infinitely more complex emotions that I couldn't even begin to explain.”

After a brief pause, Elliot lifted his head to meet your eyes. “Listen, I…” He reaches out his hand before hesitating, pondering a moment, and then fully committing to the action as he places his hand softly on your cheek. He takes a deep breath in before pursing his lips together slightly, and then saying “I think- I’m in love with you.”

The sentence seems to roll off his tongue as sweet as honey, and it somehow hits gently. And yet, it’s still sinking in slowly.

“Can I-” Elliot looks away for a moment, once again pursing his lips softly. “May I kiss you?”

Without even thinking, you lean in to meet your lips with his own.

His lips are soft and he’s sure to be gentle, just as he is with everything else. You feel him adjust himself to get close to you, until your bodies are now pressed together. He delicately puts his hands at your waist, until fully wrapping his arms around you.

After a moment, he pulls away. He seems to admire your face for a moment before softly moving your hair with his hand and then smiling. “So this is what it feels like to fly, then,”  he says, quietly.

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Ignore this, I don’t know how to work this website :,)