lara-the-kuudere

"We are young! And we'll set the world on fire~! With a lighter! In the SUUUUUUUUUU-UUUUUUUUN!-!" "It's "And we'll set the world on fire, we can burn brighter, than the sun", you dumbass!" you're friend, (Friend 1) yelled over the blaring music to your caterwauling friend, (Friend 3). (Friend 3) stuck her tongue out at (Friend 1) and continued to mutilate the lyrics of We Are Young. Your other friend, the hipster (Friend 2) groaned as she clawed at her ears. "Yeah, this song is cool and all, but dude, totally mainstream," (Friend 2) rolled her eyes, "It's worse than the time (Random Girl Name) was on a Hot Chelle Rae fix and wouldn't stop b

**If you don't know what the "jelly bracelet game" is, then it is advised to take a look at the description before reading! Hope you enjoy! You were at some party hosted by some guy. To be honest you really didn't know who, but there was food, drink, and music to keep you happy and pumped. You had just stepped into the kitchen to refill your cup when you spotted a familiar face. Short, white-blonde hair and navy blue eyes. Lukas. He was in a couple of your classes, and you saw him around often. Just never talked to him much. The Norge wasn't much of a talking kind of person anyways. But for some reason the quiet young man was at this party

Now it's Girlfriend!ReaderXBoyfriend!Matthew. Matthew had the worst habit of just slipping french into lots of conversation, you wanted to accuse him of being a weeabo but found you couldn't do that to your adorable little canadian boyfriend, plus most canadians did know french but not many slipped it into their english. And at this point you felt like it was at your expense, the little smirk he got when he said the french words made you suspect something but this was Matthew! He couldn't do a dirty or harmful thing to anyone ever. . It happened a lot at the most random times but you needed to find out what those little comments were. You t

You glance down at your suitcase as you stand in line for the metal detector. Your hands clench and unclench as you try to slow your breathing. “Next!” The line surges forward and a man shoves your suitcase onto the conveyor built. After a whole week to cry about leaving Ouran, all that’s left is the bitter feelings and the pain. You feel like a mindless zombie as you wait your turn to leave everything behind. Where are your friends when you need them? You glance up to see a man with red hair and you stifle a scream. He turns around and your shoulders fall. Any time I see anyone, I think its Kaoru! What is wrong with me?

“After all of this time, they don’t believe me!” You’ve yelled, screamed, cried, and pouted in the confinement of your bedroom, but there’s nothing you can do now. The twins hate you. You flop onto your bed, stuffing the corner of a throw pillow into your mouth to silence your sobbing. Reflecting back on the afternoon, it seems almost like a horror story… After Kaoru had found the marriage files, you had to explain the very reasons behind your move to Japan. “It was all to get closer to you guys,” you had told them. “I didn’t know it until my Butler told me on the first day of sc

It’s been three whole months since your first day of school. Now, snow curls down from the heavens and the sky is clothed in a dusky gray. You turn away from the windows to face your host for the afternoon. “Hey, y/n, how about coming over to our house after school?” Kaoru asks. He sets his hand on your arm and you beam up at him. The twins still didn’t remember that day in December, but you had told them that it didn’t matter. What was important was getting along now. (or the present, however you want to put it) “That’s sounds like a great idea!” You hear girls squealing and steaming with je

Part 1 Kaoru x Reader With your schedule clutched in your hand like a treasure map, you navigate your way to the first set of numbers you see. “I hope this is my first hour,” you say to yourself. Gazing up at the  elaborately painted ceiling, you walk down the hall past groups of squealing girls, and boys casually leaning against the walls. One waves at you, you smile back and press on down the hall. “What do you say we go to the Host Club this morning, huh?” A blond girl on your left asks. You whip around only to see that she’s talking to her friends. “That sounds like a great idea!” Another beams

Reader Information: Your name: Your name! Don’t like your name? Make up a new one. I don’t care ;) Your appearance: Is your own. I bet it looks perfect on you! Your background: You grew up in a wealthy family, but after moving to America you were sent to a public school until the year after your Eighth Grade. That was the year your Grandmother decided she’d had enough of “ruffian commoners infiltrating my beautiful granddaughter”, so she convinced your parents to send you packing to Japan and enrolled you in Ouran Academy. Luckily, the rest of your family moved along with you. Your mother’s job: A Manager f