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OURAN HOST CLUB RULES AND GUIDELINES
DO NOT TEASE HARUHI.
DO NOT PHOTOSHOP ANY SUGGESTIVE PICTURES OF HARUHI.
HIKARU NEEDS TO STOP COMING IN IN HIS BOXERS ONLY.
KAORU NEEDS TO STOP PUTTING A PAIR OF BOXERS ON HIS HEAD AND WALK IN WEARING A TOWEL AROUND HIMSELF.
NONE MAY FLIRT OR GO OUT WITH HARUHI.
THE TWINS MAY NOT PICK ANY COSPLAYS. THE LAST COSPLAY SENT HUNNY SENPAI CRYING, BEING IT WAS A JASON VS FREDDIE COSPLAY.
DURING CLUB HOURS, THE TWINS MAY NOT GO TOO FAR WITH THEIR BROTHERLY LOVE ACT. IT HAPPENED ONCE AND BLOOD WAS SCRUBBED FROM THE FLOOR DUE TO MASSIVE NOSEBLEEDS. THIS MEANS NO KISSING.
FAILURE TO FOLLOW ANY OF THESE RULES RESULTS IN A SERIES OF WARNINGS AND IF FURTHER RULE BREAKING FOLLOWS PERMANENT SUSPENSION WILL BE ISSUED FROM THE OURAN HOST CLUB.
~ Madame Pres
Ohshc's Messenger Chapter 23Amaya pinched the edge of the silver doorknob in front of her gently, making sure just the bare tips of her fingers touched the surface as she twisted the device carefully, allowing her access to what lay on the other side of the intricately designed door.
Almost scampering across the room, her feet barely touching the ground as if she walked on air, Amaya continued to her spot, placing her bag on the ground carefully. It was only then that the sense that someone was staring at her burned into her back. Amaya made a quick turn, relaying the look onto a severely distraught blonde, his purple eyes gleams with the sense of worry intertwining through them.
"What what happened to you ?" Was all he could mutter, his hands reaching out at if to emphasis his point but ending up just putting them back at his side.
Amaya placed a hand behind her head, rubbing at her hair a bit as she gave way to a bit of a phony smile, her acting quite pathetic but as best she could manage, "N-nothing.
The Dance (Mori x Female!Reader)
The host club was never your idea of a good time. Who wanted to spend time fawning over guys for a chance at a feeling of fake and fleeting romance? No thank you.
Regardless, for whatever reason, your friends were obsessed with going and they were determined to drag you along. Much to their disappointment, you kept refusing or making excuses to go home and study rather that join them.
“Come on (y/n), I bet you’d love Mori. He’s a lot like you, strong and silent.” They begged. You raised an eyebrow, there was a host similar to you?
You still refused but that moment of hesitation was all your friends needed to grab you by each arm and start dragging you down the hall. Despite your struggling, they didn’t let go so you had to just go along with them.
Upon arriving at the host club, and opening the doors, you couldn’t help but notice the flower petals that seemed to come out of nowhere and drift out towards your group.
“Welcome!” A group of v
Hate You (Mori x Male!Reader)The fancy gym tucked away in the bowels of the prestigious school was empty, save for one lone soul, wailing on a punching bag that groaned ominously under the force. The (h/c)-headed male standing in front of the bag huffed, the speed and strength of his punches increasing as his brow furrowed. His breath came in shorter gasps, and his shoulders hunched the longer he fought the inanimate object. It was obvious that he was both angry and tense.
He swore loudly, jumping up and spinning around to giving the bag a flying roundhouse kick. It rattled on its chains, and several off the seams popped loose, spilling sand over the ground in a steady stream. Breathing heavily, he stood there for a moment before lowering his hands and stepping back. He observed his handiwork for a minute longer, then sighed and started to unwrap his hands.
“I know you're there,” he said quietly, not looking up from his task.
The room remained silent, but there was no doubt in his mind that his watcher
SELF CONTROL | MORINOZUKA TAKASHI
Normally, it would always be you that was lecturing everyone else about self control. Whether it be Honey and his uncontrollable sweet tooth, or whenever that Kyoya felt the urge to punch Tamaki, you would always be there to stop it.
But if there was even a single crack in your facade, everyone knows it would be Takashi Morinozuka.
Yes, the two of you were like two puzzle pieces that fitted together perfectly, but most of the time, the two of you were like water and fire, cats and dogs. Honestly, the only way the two of you even fit together was because you clashed as the Hitachii twins would say. But then again, the flames are eventually quenched by the current.
Which was exactly why you should never be the one to wake Mori up.
The rumors about Takashi Morinozuka being more… Sociable while he was sleepy were certainly true. Mori, or Takashi, as you and Honey would call
The Past (Mori x Male!Reader)You had been a host in the host club at Ouran for almost two months now. Even though you had gotten used to the craziness, you were still surprised by the ideas Tamaki would come up with. One of his favorite things (besides making girls swoon) was to come up with dress up days for the hosts.
From what you had heard, he’s done everything from kimonos to a jungle theme. Each was meant to surprise the girls and be fun but you never participated.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, because you did. You simply didn’t want anyone to see or know your secret. Because of this, you even made plans when they planned trips to the beach or when Tamaki was being really pushy about dressing up.
What you didn’t want anyone to see were your old scars. They covered your back so that it was almost entirely covered with scar tissue. As a young child your father had been quite abusive and your mother had never done anything to help.
Eventually he was taken to jail but you had a
Art Trades!Hey guys! I've decided to do some art trades >.< I've never done them before, so please let me know if I'm doing something wrong! I'm willing to draw OCs and such, but if you would like me to draw fanart, my only requirement is that I've seen the anime/movie/book/show.
Send me a note if you wish to do a trade with me!
As always, feel free to message me anytime!
He was trapped. There was nowhere for him to go. Worse than that, he couldn't move. His limbs were frozen to his side, immovable and no matter how desperately his mind was screaming at his body to respond, he couldn't do anything other than emit a small whimper.
Her breath was practically merging with his, her lips blood red as they smirked invitingly at him.
"Come on baby," she purred in a marble-smooth voice "You can't tell me you haven't wanted this. I could see it on your face all through dinner. Besides..." she leaned close enough to brush his ears with her mouth "...you're a guy. And what guy wouldn't want this?"
Her fingers felt cold as they ran through his hair, carelessly mussing the meticulously arranged strands into a state of disarray, something that corresponded with his current state of being. Not just disarray, he was downright frightened.
Her languid movements, calculated and teasing as she moved c
Small Blondes and the Commoner Mall Tamaki/KyoyaSmall Blondes and the Commoner Mall
"Mommy! Wake up now please!" Toshiro poked and prodded Kyoya with his small hands. His younger brother, Kiyoshi pounced on his mother.
There was never a dull moment in the Souh-Ootori household. Kyoya could confidently say that among other barely positive things. While he loved his kids, did he mention how fucking annoying they could be and..loud? He knew they were so young and naturally gregarious what with who their father was but sometimes Kyoya imagined himself locking the bedroom door and never leaving.
"Mm, what's wrong? Is it morning already?" Kyoya wrapped an arm around Kiyoshi and leaned over the table to fetch his glasses. He blinked a few times and he could clearly make out Shiro's small frame.
"Yes! You promised to take us to the comoned mall!" Kyoya opened his mouth to correct the boy's pronunciation of commoner but his youngest chirped back.
Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich familes are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school Ouran Academy. The Ouran Host Club is where the school's most handsomes boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran Academy's elegent playground for the super rich and beautiful.
"It's okay to believe yourself better than the rest of the planet, so long as you keep it to yourself."
Hello lovely beans!
Anyone willing to do a Ouran HSHC RP with me?
I just recently became obsessed and couldn't help myself but create some kind of scenario in my head including one of my OCs. I would accept other OCs but no more than 1 host one. It really ruins it for me- yet, we could include new host OCs after a while? I can do Honey-senpai and Haruhi and maybe even Mori-senpai yet i really need you to play the twins. This could even be a group RP so yee invite your friends! No matter how long has passed after this lovely little invite journal has been posted, i'll definitely be up for this RP. Don't hesitate!!
im so desperate plz
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