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yuurienchanted:

He nearly jumps when his phone vibrates loudly on the table, has him glancing around. Yuuri doesn’t look at the message right away, takes another spoonful of soup when his phone buzzes again. He’s anxious, a jittery sensation creeping up his back, is worried that the other might scold him or something for sending so many messages at once. Yuuri has to remind himself that he really doesn’t know anything about the other, that he can’t be overly familiar with him.

Another spoonful of soup later and he’s flipping his phone over and looking at the message. Yuuri can feel his entire body tense and he stands up abruptly, glancing over at the door. Part of him thinks he should just up and leave, doesn’t know how he’ll handle a conversation, not after what he’s said. Realizing he’s being stared at, Yuuri sits back down sheepishly, leans over the table as he stares down at the messages.

A shiver runs over his back, has him squeezing his eyes shut, breathing in slowly. Yuuri grips his phone tightly when he hears quick steps a few minutes later, realizes they’re headed towards him. He looks up slowly when JJ is before him, forces himself to sit up a little bit straighter. A wave of embarrassment floods him, the knowledge of how he’d tried to go see the other so often causing him to look away.

“…hi…” Yuuri starts, eyes glancing back. “I’m… I’m sorry if you were busy?” He gives a nervous laugh, thinks about burying his face in his soup.

JJ is a man who considers not being overly friendly to new people he meets something of a crime. Of course, he’s realized by now that Yuuri Katsuki isn’t one to jump into someone else’s arms the moment he meets them, and it’s alright. Yuuri is sweet and kind and talented. Perhaps, he’s a tad nervous, but that can’t helped. To JJ it seems as if all Yuuri needs is a little self-confidence, and he knows from experience that one of the best ways to gain self-confidence is to have people you care about and care about you support you in what you do with your life.

When Yuuri waves, laughing quietly, tone hesitant, JJ finds himself melting right across the floor like ice in a too warm rink. The warm, fluttery feeling within his chest threatens to burst, exploding into a million little fairy lights, and that’s something JJ will not tolerate. He’s probably already made a fool of himself by running over, and well, he hopes he hasn’t intimidated Yuuri. It wouldn’t do to ruin their little reunion.

He seats himself across from Yuuri, opting out of hugging him as he’s not sure how he’ll respond. He knows he’s Japanese, and he’s fairly sure it’s a Japanese or a general East Asian thing to avoid prolonged contact. JJ can only assume that means hugging. Still, he’s now sitting here across from Yuuri, grinning like an idiot, eyes sparkling. He wants to slap himself, but he can’t help it. It’s just so exciting.

“Why are you apologizing? I’d be more than happy to drop everything to see you.” And wow, that came out gayer than originally intended...

Bel Air

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Yuuri sneaks out of his room in the early morning hours and makes his way toward JJ's dorm room. He keeps his steps light as he approaches and quietly hangs a small pink and red bag of honmei chocolates from the door knob. Inside the bag aside from the candy is a card with words scribbled in hiragana along with his name. After a second glance Yuuri hurries back on towards his room, fully intending on hiding for the entirety of valentine's day.

JJ doesn’t hear the noise as he lays sleeping in bed. In fact, it’s his roommate that finds it, but they’re well aware of the fact that their significant other wouldn’t pull something like this, so they hand it off to JJ once he wakes. JJ is surprised, but the sender is obvious. Yuuri. Of course.

It only takes a moment for excitement to grow as he flops back on his bed after waking, the bag clutched in his hand. He immediately moves to call up the person he’s found for translating Japanese, but then decides against it once he realizes the contents might say something the world shouldn’t know. He’ll ask Yuuri later. That will be fine. Still. The card is appreciated. The chocolates are wonderful. But the thing JJ finds the sweetest is the thought, the intention. It’s nice to be remembered, and it’s nice to receive something just for him.

He pulls up his phone and sends a text, not really expecting a reply and not minding that at all.

[ Text to: Yuuri ] happy valentines day

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JJ/Yuuri ♡ wintery comfort!

the problem is: if i kissed you i don’t think i’d be able to stop

★ JJ/Yuuri – Wintery Comfort★

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yuurienchanted:

Yuuri doesn’t check his phone again until he reaches the cafeteria on the other side of campus. He’s shivering lightly when he heads over and orders his food, makes his way to an empty table on the far side away from the few people sitting in there. He sits down and presses his fingers to the edge of the disposable container his soup is in, finds the warmth of it soothing. Yuuri pulls his phone out and stares down at the messages he received, feels a jittery sensation come over him at the second text.

He sets the device down on the table beside him, unwraps the disposable spoon and pokes his food with it, swirls the liquid around. The anxious feeling moves up and settles in his chest. Yuuri wants to ask about the card he left for the other, wonders at the same time if he should just pretend it didn’t happen.

Pretend that he tried to visit the other repeatedly since they met.

Yuuri takes a sip of the soup, a creamy tomato, and sets the spoon back down. he reaches for his phone and opens up a reply. The keypad stares back at him, curser blinking back at him.

[Text to: 5142878030]  What time?

Yuuri hits send, thinks about adding the number to his list of contacts, eyes still on the second message he received. He smiles at it, moves the phone to his other hand and takes another spoonful of soup. The soup sits in his mouth a second before he swallows it, opens up another message.

[Text to: 5142878030]  I’ve been cold

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[Text to: 5142878030]  I’d like to c u now

Yuuri frowns once he hits send, feels oddly embarrassed.

[Text to: 5142878030]  My dormmate has been gone

[Text to: 5142878030]  No ones been around since term ended

[Text to: 5142878030]  The cafeteria is strangely empty

Yuuri sets his phone down, leans over the table and holds his head up with his hands. He feels quite foolish, doesn’t know why he sent so many messages, is a bit worried the other was busy. He reaches for the bread roll that came with his soup and takes a bite, picks his phone back up.

[Text to: Jean-Jacques]  Sry 2 bother u

It’s with jittery anticipation that he waits for Yuuri’s response. The time between texts begins to concern him, but that’s soon forgotten the moment Yuuri’s response arrives. He goes to look at his calendar, but then a notification pops back up, and JJ is frantically tapping to move back to the messaging app. Texts come in rapid succession, ending with one that JJ considers ridiculous. Has he not been obvious enough? Does Yuuri not know he wants to see him now too?

JJ laughs softly to himself before realizing he’s still lounging around in his bed even after Yuuri has said he wants to see him and has told him where he is. What is he waiting for? JJ doesn’t know, so he sees no issue in hopping up and out of the door right then. There’s no need to keep Yuuri waiting. 

He pulls on a pair of jeans, running a hand through his hair and checking himself in the mirror. Charming, as per usual. Flashing his reflection a grin, he moves to the closet and pulls his coat off its hanger, pulling it on and slipping into his boots. In less than a minute he’s already out the door and heading towards the stairs, only stopping to catch his breath and text back once he’s reached the bottom.

[ text to: Yuuri ] non, cher! ur not bothering me. i missed u remember?

[ text to: Yuuri ] ;) on my way to the caf rn! stay where u r

It’s not long before he’s standing in the doorway, scanning the room for Yuuri. When he sees him he comes running.

Bel Air

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Puzzle Pieces

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The sharp clacks of soles against tile rings out across the hallway as JJ makes his way towards the office of where he’s expected to be at. As a highly trained agent of the Canadian government, JJ has been sent to Russia, responsibility weighing heavily on his shoulders. It’s all up to him to gather the intelligence they seek, and in this sort of environment even one little slip up will mean the failure of his mission as well as possible harm to himself. He knows the Russians are not kind to spies, and so he plans to avoid slipping up and giving himself away at all costs. He’s spent years preparing this. He won’t fail them now.

Easy smile spread across his face, he strolls down the hallway, looking as if he has a purpose, but not appearing to be particularly concerned about anything either. The first key to faking it is basing your fake identity of some semblance of truth so that you yourself might believe it yourself; at least to some extent  But the second is looking like you belong. It ties into the first because if you believe you are someone who belongs there, looking like you belong isn’t too hard. JJ has convinced himself he belongs here. JJ can belong anywhere. After all, he is the King.

Yet it’s when he slips across a particularly slick tile as he rounds the corner, he feels as if he doesn’t belong. The feeling is only intensified when he finds himself with his face right in another man’s chest, releasing a very undignified squawk as he does. He still manages to catch himself and avoid cursing in French, but still. This is not the impression he had been seeking to make. Dieu. He would have to pray hard and hope for the best.

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Ok what's the catch? Don't pretend you don't know, no one creates an amazing otayuri au and pours their heart into every single contents just to satisfy their thirst, are there? Haha, who do i have to give my soul to?

Well JJ Hades is pretty good at keeping souls… You can give your soul him C:

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JJ & Isabella. This two deserve more love ♥

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yuurienchanted:

The light buzzing sound feels much louder then usual, has Yuuri fidgeting under his blankets. He closes his eyes and breathes in through his nose, leans over the edge of the bed. His phone vibrates a second time and he reaches for it. Yuuri dims the screen without reading the messages, pushes the blankets down and climbs out of bed.

He has to stop, a sudden rush washes over him, has him blinking a couple of times to regain his vision. The Japanese male sits back on his bed, waits for the lightheaded sensation to pass before trying again. He goes about his room pulling on a sweater and then his jacket, slips his shoes on and a hat over his still damp hair. Yuuri picks his phone up and leaves the dorm room, makes his way down the hall.

He stops at the elevator, presses the down button, thinks that he’d probably have a bit of a problem if he took the stairs. Yuuri’s feeling lightheaded and weak as is, want’s to try and avoid anything strenuous till he gets some food. The elevator dings and he steps inside, waits for the doors to slide shut, is more then a little pleased at being the only one in the small space. 

Yuuri pulls his phone out and stares down at the messages, doesn’t know how to feel about the idea of someone just giving his number out.

[Text to: 5142878030]  When is sometime?

JJ waits impatiently for Yuuri to respond, but as soon as he realizes it’s going to take longer than fifteen seconds to get a response, he starts scrolling through his instagram feed. It’s a minute of mindless distraction, distraction he barely pays attention to, before Yuuri responds, but as soon as he does he’s scrambling to view the text.

Eyes flying over the words on the screen he exhales, releasing a breath he never even realized he’d been holding. Yuuri said yes. Essentially. Maybe he hadn’t spelled out the word Y-E-S or any variation of it, but by his answer JJ just knows it’s implied. He wouldn’t ask if he wasn’t interested in meeting up with JJ after all, and that’s enough for him. He will see Yuuri Katsuki again. He knows it.

Pausing to check his calendar he picks a date before switching back to messages. Typing back his response he hits send, flopping back onto his pillow, phone held high over his head. He’s still grinning like an idiot. This is the best day he’s had in a long, long time, and he hopes the same can be said for Yuuri. Not that he wishes unhappiness on the other. Of course not, far from it. He just thinks the concept of him being the one to bring Yuuri happiness is a nice one.

Maybe he’s just getting sentimental. Who knows?

[ text to: Yuuri ] say fri for lunch?

Before he can stop himself he sends a second text, thinking it useless to try and conceal his excitement. Better for Yuuri to know now rather than when they meet and find it strange... right?

[ text to: Yuuri ] wow tho! im really happy u want to see me again. u been doing ok?

Bel Air

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The beautiful thing about life is that you can always change, grow and get better. You aren’t defined by your past. You aren’t your mistakes.

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yuurienchanted:

Yuuri’s lying on his bed, hair damp from a shower and soaking into his pillow. He’s lying under a small pile of blankets, space heater humming in the background. He’s trying to work up the energy to head down to the cafeteria, feels a bit dazed and light headed from the steam of his shower. The hot water helped the chilled sensation of his fingers and toes, had lessened the ache in his chest.

He continues to scroll through his Instagram, lips quirking up every now and then when he sees a post he likes. The phone buzzes lightly in his hand, a text from a number he doesn’t know. Yuuri nearly drops the phone on his face, rolls over onto his side and tosses it at the wall. He’s shoved himself towards the edge of the bed, is more then a little surprised.

It takes him a moment to sit up and reach for the phone. His hairs sticking up in odd directions, clothes rumpled from lying in bed all day. Yuuri opens up a reply, brows knitting together some as he starts a reply.

[Text to: 5142878030] How u get my #

He pauses, stares down at the message.

[Text to: 5142878030]  Yes

Yuuri hits send before he can stop himself, drops his phone over the edge of the bed and curls up under his blankets.

When Yuuri responds JJ scrambles up, banging his head against the headboard in the process. Yelping in pain he soon finds himself laughing at his own enthusiasm as something as small as receiving a text. With a sore head but a happy heart JJ settles back down to read what he’d received.

Yes. What a little word. But to see it written across his screen, plainly printed and from none other than Yuuri Katsuki, something stops in his chest. He thinks this is what they mean by your ‘heart skipping a beat, but he doesn’t stop to consider for very long. Yuuri missed him which obviously meant the other wants to see him again. JJ can think of no other logical explanation for such a response.

Sure, maybe he’s just being polite, but what good would that do? If anything the response had been on the bolder side which JJ can’t say he minds. He knows now that they still have a chance at becoming friends, and he isn’t the only one who has missed the other. He’s still curious as to who Yuuri really is, and this? This must be an invitation to come and learn more, and JJ isn’t about to pass that up.

[ text to: Yuuri ] got it from a friend! I do have my ways yk? ;)

[ text to: Yuuri ] want to hang out sometime?

Bel Air

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tsundere-yurio:

“As if I’d need help from you!” With his beautiful fiancee and stable relationship– yeah, who needs advice.

“Mhm~ That’s what they all say. It’s fine though! I’m always here to give advice whether people admit to wanting it or not,” JJ grinned.

"Be catty. Be flirty. Be the opposite of your bitter, angry self."

“What’s it to you, JJ?!” Yuri is always bitter and angry. He can’t help it.

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oh don’t mind me…

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Bold what your muse CAN do  ———— REPOST , don’t reblog.

BAKE A CAKE FROM SCRATCH | RIDE A HORSE | DRIVE A SUBMARINE | SPEAK A SECOND LANGUAGE | DANCE | CATCH A FISH | PLAY AN INSTRUMENT | THROW A PUNCH | BUILD A DECK | ICE SKATE | UNCLOG A DRAIN | PROGRAM A COMPUTER | CHANGE A FLAT TIRE | FIRE A GUN | SEW | JUGGLE | PLAY POKER | PAINT | FLY A KITE | SCULPT | WRITE POETRY | CHANGE A DIAPER | SING | SHOOT A BOW AND ARROW | RIDE A BIKE | SWIM | SAIL A BOAT | DO A BACK FLIP | PLAY CHESS | GIVE CPR | PITCH A TENT | FLIRT | STITCH A WOUND | READ PALMS | USE CHOPSTICKS | WRITE IN CURSIVE/ CALLIGRAPHY | USE AN ELECTRIC DRILL | BRAID HAIR | MAKE A CAMPFIRE | MAKE A MIXED DRINK | DO SUDOKU PUZZLES | WRAP A GIFT | GIVE A GOOD MASSAGE | JUMP-START A CAR | ROLL THEIR TONGUE | DO MAGIC TRICKS | DO YOGA | TIE A TIE | SKIP A ROCK | SHUFFLE A DECK OF CARDS | READ MORSE CODE | PICK A LOCK

Tagged by: @yuurienchanted​ 

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it bc this is old af and I don’t want to bother y’all lol

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"Hey, you look like you need some help finding friends and dates. Just trying to lend you a hand. You need it, don't you?--"

"Be catty. Be flirty. Be the opposite of your bitter, angry self."

“What’s it to you, JJ?!” Yuri is always bitter and angry. He can’t help it.

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skatesandvodka:

“JJ, hm? Sounds easy enough.” Viktor took the hand and shook it lightly. “Oh! First, a heads up! Japanese don’t usually do the handshake. Also, clients aren’t supposed to be touched. So unless they give you the permission, don’t offer the hand.” Viktor had learned over the years that this kind of thing was not very welcomed in a country like Japan. Having a foreigner colleague really made the russian happy. In a place filled up with only japanese he always ended up standing out more than he would like to.

“For today you should follow me and learn how to treat the clients. Once I think you’re ready, I’ll assign some clients for you. So pay attention, ok?” He smiled gently at the other. Jean seemed like a hard worker. Whatever brought him to Japan, must be important to have him try this line of work. “I’m sure you will find this place more friendly than it appears to be once you get used to the people.”

Should he have told the rookie this was a gay host club? Viktor assumed he knew considering they were in Shinjuku, the gay province of Tokyo, and that he was just hired. Girls appeared as well, mostly looking for the foreigner hosts, but most customers were men looking for company of handsome men to drink with them. “If you have any trouble, don’t hesitate to call me.”

The owner’s son, Christophe Giacometti, was the manager of the host club and slowly was making the place stand out from other places because of the variety of foreigners he was slowly hiring into the club. Are you taking care of our newbie, Viktor? We’re about to open. So prepare yourselves. Christophe approached the two and elegantly made his way to JJ. Christophe Giacometti, pleased to meet you. You’re the handsome canadian my father hired, hm? The old man really got an eye for men.

No touching? Well, that was unfortunate and a little tricky. He was used to being able to show affection through hugs and pats and amicable kisses to the cheek, but it did make sense. He knew Japan wasn’t the most physical contact friendly country due to their culture or something of the sort. He could remember. Whatever helped him keep this job.

Pulling his hand back once they’d finished shaking he clasped them together in front of him, listening to what the other man had to say. While he wasn’t incompetent it was nice to know that Viktor wouldn’t be leaving him hanging, and he’d get at least some sort of an introductory course at first. This shouldn’t be too hard. He’d done harder things after all.

So with a nod, he responded to the other’s statements, easy smile still on his face, “That sounds good. I’ll do my best to learn quickly.” It couldn’t be too hard, right?

When a new man approached JJ turned his attention his way, eyebrows raising slightly in question. After the introduction, JJ reminded himself to refrain from shaking because although this man looked and sounded European it would do good to practice. Simply nodding again, he smiled as he spoke, “The pleasure is mine. Jean-Jacques Leroy. Better known as JJ, and--” He grinned, “You’re not bad yourself.”

Nightlife (Closed rp)

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yuurienchanted:

Yuuri finds his roommate left while he was skating, a note tacked to his door wishing him holiday cheer and the date he’d be returning. It’s a bit unsettling, but the Japanese man finds a bit of comfort in being alone, something that only lasts for a couple of days. Yuuri finds it hard to sleep at night, that his space heater isn’t working well enough, that his chest feels frozen.

The sensation keeps him up at night, has him crawling out of the dorm room at the crack of dawn to go running. Yuuri runs until he feels like he’s going to faint, makes his way back with spotty vision and chest heaving. He knows he’s trying to out run his anxiety, this crippling fear of being left alone. He feels like he’s stationary, waiting for something to push him forward, make him fall apart entirely or…

Yuuri rounds the corner of the hall, having opted for the stairs over the elevator. He’s still breathing heavily, knows he probably looks like a mess, but he can’t seem to stop himself. He finds himself coming to JJ’s room almost daily, sometimes in the morning, other times in the evening. The sensation Yuuri always gets is the same, a nervous jittery feeling. He wants to knock on the others door, see how he’s doing…

Possibly feel a little bit of warmth inside of his chest.

Yuuri leaves a moment later, heads to his own room to shower and go about his day.

JJ has been waiting, searching, seeking for another chance at speaking with Yuuri, but there hasn’t even been a trace of the other, save for the note in Japanese tacked on his door. Even that isn’t sure proof of the other’s presence, but he doesn’t think he knows any other Japanese speaking individuals; he can only hope it’s Yuuri. Yet no matter how long he lingers by the rink or waits outside of classes he hasn’t seem to be able to catch him, and a part of him wonders if he’s being avoided. 

Though that wouldn’t make sense after the note, right?

It’s been nearly a week since their first encounter, and JJ has tired of waiting. He isn’t one to easily give up, and never one to admit defeat. Yuuri had something, held something, was something-- JJ doesn’t quite grasp, and there’s a part of him scrambling to understand. He realizes he wants to see Yuuri again, but he reminds himself it’s mostly to see if the other is alright.

Perhaps, the reason he hasn’t seen him is because Yuuri is so terribly shy. It only makes sense for him to be the one to initiate contact again if that’s the case. Who knows what could go wrong if he doesn’t? So he pulls out his phone, leaning against his headboard, and taps out a text to a number he spent hours trying to find. This is it; the moment of truth.

[ text to: Yuuri ] hey, it’s JJ! miss me? :)

Bel Air

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GENERAL

NAME: Lux BIRTHDAY:  Passsss gomen friends SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Still up in the air on this xD SCHOOL STATUS: In high school!

YES/NO

DRINK?: No SMOKE?: No EAT CAKE?: hell ye B) BELIEVE IN TRUE LOVE?: ofc ^^ AFRAID OF THE DARK?:  ...a little. Mostly being alone in the dark. sobs VIRGIN?: yup

FAVORITES

SHAMPOO: I honestly have no clue omg lol DISNEY SONG: reflection orrr... the colors of the wind? idk man they’re all soooo good ;;

ACTRESS/ACTOR: Martin Freeman jkjk i honestly have no clue  CAR: um... good question! no idea! PERSON: Too many! My friends defo tho <3 TYPE OF WEATHER: cool weather! warm hoodies and jeans weather COLOR: blue 90S SITCOM: sweats and shrugs???

QUESTIONS

WHAT IS YOUR SPECIAL TALENT/SKILL AS A ROLEPLAYER? Er....I meme a lot? If u like memes ur in the right place??? WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE TYPE OF ROLEPLAY GENRE, AND WHY? AUs hands down! I love fluff and angst as well, but dramatic adventure stories and stuff are just yES xD fantasy esp WHY DID YOU PICK YOUR MUSE? i love love JJ he is amazing and highkey reminds of Tony Stark which is really lit. btw if anyone wants to do marvel au i am here B) 

IF YOU COULD WRITE ANY OTHER MUSE - BUT KNOW YOU DON’T HAVE THE MUSE FOR HIM/HER - WHO WOULD IT BE?  prbly aph america. i could prbly pull him off but then again... maybe not xD btw if there are any hetalians out there yo hmu ive got an indie germany ^^

WHAT IS ONE THING YOU THINK YOU NEED TO WORK ON A PARTNER? having better ideas for plotting ;;

WHAT WOULD BE YOUR WARNING LABEL TO OTHER ROLEPLAYERS? Noooot exactly sure what this is, but uh, I meme a lot? I can get a little ridiculous at times and tend to be excitable. Many apologies ^^” WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE EPISODE/SCENE OF YOUR MUSE? omg prblyyyy the one where he tells Yuri ‘ladies first’ it gets me every time WHAT CRACK!SHIPS DO YOU HAVE FOR YOUR MUSE?  JJBek-- I mean, what??? Also JJ/Yuuri is really cute special thanks to @yuurienchanted​ for opening my eyes to it!!! tbh also... JJ/Mickey might be hilarious. this is kinda irrelevant but my friend ships Georgi/JJ/MIckey and im DED. honestly.. ill ship almost anything..... WHAT IS YOUR SENPAI BLOG FOR SOMEONE WHO PLAYS THE SAME MUSE AS YOU? @arroogant​ best. JJ. ever. go follow i mean im p sure everyone who’s following me already is but if ur not go follow!! u will not regret

TAGGED BY: @bellaqveen​

TAGGING: @iceywaters​ @yuurienchanted​ and, um... anyone else who wants to do it!