#1st class trio

[adorerio]

Whatever you say captain

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haikyuu ! captains and how they plot on fem!reader because who doesn't love a guy that puts in the work

fluffy fluff ~ word count: 1.8k

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Daichi he first met you during 1st year and was instantly hooked. Maybe because it was how you carried yourself or your personality but he knew for sure he would make you his girlfriend. Now just because he met you during 1st year didn't mean he made his move then. Nope, he made it during 3rd year.

Daichi He started small (with the help of Kiyoko and Hachi) first it was compliments.

"your hair looks lovely l/n"

"you gotta tell me how you always make people smile"

"you really are funny l/n"

Daichi then started inviting you to practices because he wanted to show off needed a 3rd opinion on his new move. This was all part of his plan which was to impress you sooo much you would ask for his number. Did it work?

nope

Daichi showing off didn't work neither did his constant compliments so now what was left?

"KIYOKO PLEASE LET ME HAVE HER NUMBERR"

"No, ask for it instead. She likes a guy who has confidence."

and so that's what he was going to do man up and ask for it himself.

Daichi who after class sprinted to your class to catch you and ask for it. When he did make it he saw you talking with your group of friends

"excuse me ladies may I borrow l/n for a moment?"

your friends who started teasing and whispering about how you actually pulled

"shes all yours"

After your friends left it was awkward for just a moment he was trying to put it into words I mean it was supposed to be simple right? But-

"Is there something you need Sawamura?"

"oh right, well l/n I've been trying to court you all year which maybe it was my fault for not being straight forward but is it possible I could get your number? So we can get to know each other and maybe ask you out?"

He scaratched his neck waiting for your response..

"well I'm free right now if you want to come with me to a cafe.."

"that would be lovely then l/n"

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Bokuto he first met you because you were friends with Akaashi. Now he noticed you really didn't have friends to hang out with during break and lunch. So he started inviting you to hang out with him and Akaashi and a trio was created.

Bokuto after a few months of your new found friendship he started getting that feeling. He was always nervouse around you and definitely always wanted to be in your good graces. Of course he didn't realize it was a crush until he saw another 2nd year try to ask for your number. Now he knew he would not let you give your number away to anyone that wasn't him. Even tho he already had it.

Bokuto now his approach to plotting wasn't the best but it was definitely something- scare off any guy until he was your last option. Did he even realize he was being overprotective? No, but it was bound to work at some point. Or that's at least what he was telling himself.

Bokuto It actually took you a while to find out what was happening. After another case of ghosting you started to question it. Was it your appearance? Or the long distance? Of course you would tell your friends about your problem and how you scared away guys.

"Wait so there just ghosting you? They clearly don't know what their missing y/n"

"Yes they just are! I don't even know why it's happening Keiji"

"Its because of me y/n!!"

"Whatever do you mean Ko?"

"Because they aren't worthy of courting you y/n so I tell them to go away"

"Why would you even do that?"

"Because I want to be the person who courts you not someone from Karasuno"

Bokuto got a talking too after his little confession about how that wasn't the way to get your attention but safe to say you did give him that chance and in the future its something you would never end up regretting.

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Oikawa now he definitely thought something was wrong with you. You were never apart of his group of fans and never reacted differently towards him. Games you attended? You would cheer on anyone BUT him. And this, caught his eye. He was gonna make it his mission to get you to go out with him one way or another.

Oikawa since he had never struggled before trying to charm a lady he was more confused then ever how was he supposed to do this? Well the only thing that came to mind was make you feel special. This resulted in you being embarrassed ever single time.

Oikawa every single set he would do during a game? Point you out and give you a wink. During school he would start ignoring his fans and would only talk to his team or you. He always offered to carry your bag or help you with work but you were still warry about his true feelings towards you.

Oikawa hoping he at least he made his intentions clear to you he would now leave small stuff at your desk. Sometimes it was small snacks with a note, or a small tricket that reminded him of you.

Oikawa the way he finally got you to agree on a date was when he gave you a boquet of your favorite flowers. It was special to you because you had only told him once what flower it was and he had still remembered it.

"Here l/nn its your favorite flowers just for you"

"You still rememeber what type of flowers I like?"

"Of course and I'll keep remembering small details about you - like how when your favoring song plays you start forgetting the worlds around you just to pay attention to the lyrics."

Now this had touched your heart, after weeks of chasing you maybe it was time to allow him to ask you out. Because he had clearly put effort into this.

"Fine, just one date trashykawa"

"You wont regret it l/n!"

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Ushijima he didn't even know he was "courting" you until Semi told asked him when he was going to ask you out.

"You know l/n is a sweet girl why haven't you asked her out yet? I'm sure she already likes you."

"What on earth are you talking about? I havent been courting our manager-"

Lets just say it hit him like a brick when he started connecting the dots that it did LOOK like he was indeed courting you.

Ushijima You were the manager of the team and dealing with a group of teenage boys wasn't easy- so he as the captain of the team decided he would be the one to show his gratitude. He would give you chocolates every day after practice or invite you to grab lunch with him alone.

Ushijima after thinking about it for days about how own feelings towards you he decided he was going to invite you on a real date. Because even if he wasnt completely sure about how he felt he wanted to at least give it a try. So, one day after practice as you were cleaning and packing up everything he decided to shoot his shot.

"l/n are you perhaps free this evening?"

"Yeah I don't have any plans. Is there a reason for asking?"

"I was wondering if you would like to accompany me on a walk in the park. It would be nice having someone - you around"

"Sure! let me go get my stuff and I'll meet you outside."

"Yes absolutely, its a date then."

As he walked away you stood there dumfounded, he finally had the balls to ask you out huh.

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Kuroo now he was crushing on you HARD. But, he always found it hard to talk to you. Different group of friends, different hobbies, different clubs there was practically no way to start a conversation without it being difficult.

The 3rd years were preparing for the English final when your teacher suggested forming study groups within the class so you could prepare. Now this was his chance.

Kuroo had to work up the courage to ask you to be his study buddy and when he did you were almost surprised that he asked you but you didn't say no. You moved your stuff to your left so he could sit next to you.

You started asking him what was his strong and weak points in English. When he asked the same thing back he wasn't focused on your answers, more like the view Infront of him. The way you talked and the way you explained things was magical.

Kuroo The two of you exchanged phone numbers so it was easier to communicate. You didn't say it was only to text about the final - so he started sending memes he found funny or goofy cat pictures in hopes of it turning into a conversation.

Of course the way you texted back was short and fast but when he sent you a meme of your favorite video game it was like he had found a cheat code. You started geeking out and explained the story and characters to him. Although he didn't know anything about the game it was certainly working and after talking about it until wee hours into the night you decided to call it off and go to sleep.

"Goodnight Kuroo thanks for listening to me yap lol"

"Of course l/n, I'll always listen to you talk."

You hearted the message and he knew this was only the beginning of a new found frienship and hopefully a relationship.

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Kita he never really thought about dating he was always more focused on his studies and vollyball. You were more like a close friend then anything. Sure he thought you were cute but he believed there was nothing there but pure friendship.

"My parents aren't home I guess I'm gonna have to order food.."

"Y/n you cant cook?"

"Nope, my parents do"

"Well I believe I'm gonna have to teach you then"

"yayyy"

Kita 3 times a week Kita would go over to your house (with your parents permission) and show you the basics + a few recepies. He enjoyed spending time with you outside of school but something had changed inside of him. Maybe the proximity but the way you *preferred hair style while cooking* looked on you was mesmerizing.

Kita Knew your parents travelled alot for work and even days without a lesson he would leave a bento on your desk early in the morning enough for the whole day. Even if it was more work added to his plate he didn't mind doing it because it was for you.

Besides, the best way to get to someone is through the stomach.

I swear I don't have a favorite. Anyways that concludes my first post! I'm open to criticism on my writing!

[genesis-rhapsodass]

Putting my vision out for the young Soldier 1st Class trio dynamic before Ever Crisis comes around to disprove it

Of course they'll become thick as thieves eventually, but I like imagining there being a short period right at the start where Sephiroth tries to meet up with Angeal, but can't escape having to also hang out with this excitable, overly friendly redhead who keeps getting between his befriending attempts. Just imagining Angeal fussing over Genesis' uniform or something, Genesis kicking up a stink over it, embarrassed to be treated like some child in front of Sephiroth, and Sephiroth watching like "Ah man... That's nice, Angeal is so thoughtful... If only it was me."

[miryum]

In the Dealings of Luck (Mattheo Riddle x Reader)

In which you and Mattheo are reading the same book in the library and start writing notes to each other. What happens when Mattheo realises the reader's identity?

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Reader is Hufflepuff and muggleborn and has a fear of ending up alone :)

September 22nd, 1997

Professor Snape had just assigned a project to all of his unfortunate sixth year students. Not even his precious Slytherins were exempt from this. Each student would pick a potion to research for a month. The students would randomly choose their potion from a small selection and as Snape warned, since he had two sixth year classes, another student would have the same potion. 

After having picked the famed Felix Felicis, you went to the library to find a book that referenced it. Luckily (which you found ironic), there was an entire book on the Liquid Luck. You practically skipped to Madam Pince’s desk, thinking the assignment would be a breeze. Everything came to a screeching halt when she informed you that you could not check out the book.

“What? Why?” you asked, staring at her and still holding the book close to you. 

��I’m afraid that since there are two students working on each potion, Professor Snape has asked that all books on the topic be kept in the library so each student has access to all resources.”

Unfortunately, her reasoning made sense, so you grumped back to a table. Cracking open the book and mentally subjecting yourself to evenings now spent in the library, you began to read.

September 26th, 1997

It seemed as if you and your co-reader to All Things Lucky: the Full Composition of Felix Felicis had come to a silent agreement. You would sit in the library on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and they would alternatively pour over the book on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and weekends. 

You had heard from some other friends that they had met up with the person in Snape’s other class that had the same potion as them. The pair would swap notes and run ideas past each other, but for some reason, you weren’t inclined to. With your luck, it would turn out to be a Slytherin. 

The Slytherins in your year were horrid. Years older and younger than you didn’t seem bad at all. In fact, your younger sister was best friends with a Slytherin. The house seemed to get an unwarranted bad reputation. It was just the Slytherins in your year that seemed the worst. Perhaps it was yin and yang. Because Harry Potter and the Golden Trio were in your year, the universe needed to even it out with a Malfoy, Zabini, Nott, Berkshire, and even a Riddle.

Mattheo Riddle had been an enigma to you. You were aware of his presence, as you were sure he was yours, but the both of you kept it at that. He was around. And that was that. Other than the smoking, swearing, and blatant show of girls that paraded by to get his attention, he didn’t seem like a Riddle. He didn’t seem like Voldemort’s son. He was just another Slytherin; nothing atrocious set him apart. 

It was getting late in the library, so with your last bit of time, you circled some key words in the book and shoved a discarded piece of paper into the page to act as a bookmark.

And you left it at that.

October 1st, 1997

You hadn’t managed to get to the library on Monday. Hagrid had just found a new branch of bowtruckles, and knowing your odd affiliation to the current bowtruckles, had asked you to help. It took until dusk to coax the bowtruckles down, even with the reassurance of the old bowtruckles. However, even with your newly acquired bowtruckle friends, that meant you hadn’t been able to do any studying. 

The book thunked down on the table and you flipped it open to the bookmarked page. Silently cursing Snape, you forced your attention onto the typed words, eyes already drooping. It wasn’t until halfway through your study session that you noticed the scribbles on the bookmark you were fiddling with. 

Don’t you think it’s unorthodox to write in a book?

It seemed as if your co-reader was finally reaching out. 

You couldn’t help the small smile that lifted your lips. Maybe this wouldn’t be a horrid project after all. 

September 30th, 1997

Mattheo had thought himself very unlucky when he got the elusive potion of Felix Felicis. He had put off doing any work on the project until the last day of September when Blaise finally began nagging him. The Slytherin was planning to just take the book to his dorm and use a Self-Writing Quill to paraphrase the entire essay until Madam Pince informed him, quite rudely, that the book was not to be taken out of the library. Apparently, there was another unlucky soul who had the same potion as him. 

Almost immediately, he noticed the small piece of paper used as a haphazard bookmark. He flipped to the page to see some sentences underlined. Flipping back a couple pages, he found some notes scribbled in the margins as well. 

Maybe he could use the same passages his co-reader was using. It would save him a lot of time searching for quotes to use. He quickly wrote down the page numbers where the scribbles were.

Mattheo knew the smart thing to do would be to leave the underlined words alone so he could continue copying off of his unfortunate co-reader. But something in him, just before he closed the book, having decided that he had done enough work today, made him flick his pen over the impromptu bookmark.

Don’t you think it’s unorthodox to write in a book?

October 2nd, 1997

Blaise was surprisingly pleased when Mattheo announced he was going to the library for some studying on Felix Felicis. He was relieved he didn’t need to berate the son of the Dark Lord anymore, but when Blasie’s eyes met Enzo’s, they both knew something else was at play. When was the last time Mattheo went to the library on his own free will? 

But Mattheo missed their exchanged glance, already out the door. Even if he was a Riddle, he was still a teenager, and the prospect of exchanging secretive notes with a stranger intrigued him. 

His co-reader had left him a reply on the bookmark, which said, They’re important. And I plan on erasing them once the project is done.

A bookworm, Mattheo realised. And a smartass. Who did he know in his year that was a bookworm? Of course, he could rule out anyone in his potions class, so that left the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Ravenclaw’s were notoriously smart-alecks and readers, but they also didn’t start their projects right away. They were procrastinators, wanting to study their own niche interests before their school work. However, that was a gross overgeneralization, so maybe his co-reader was a Ravenclaw. 

Mattheo went to grab a pack of cigarettes, for those always helped him think, but then he saw Madame Pince’s watchful eye. Obviously, the librarian didn’t trust him. He didn’t blame her, but just once he wished someone would wait to judge him until they knew him better. With a scoff, he abandoned his search for cigarettes and instead tore off a bit of parchment. Instead of writing any of his essay, however, he ran through the mental list of the other sixth years and wrote down those who were in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff.

Padma Patil, Anthony Goldstein, Amanda Goldstein, Leanne Walters, Emily Xiao, Larry O’Donnel, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Ernie Macmillan, Zacharias Smith, Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, Y/n L/n…

Padma Patil, Susan Bones, and Leanne Walters all hated him, mostly because he had either slept with them or one of their friends and then didn’t pursue them any further. Anthony Goldstein and Justin Finch-Fletchley were just downright afraid of him, as was Ernie Macmillan, though the kid at least had some spine to pretend to have some bite, when in reality, he was all bark. Amanda Goldstein had a fat crush on him ever since third year, but she really was unappealing in his eyes. Much too meek and weak-willed, though probably someone his father would like. Zacharias Smith was an alright bloke. Hannah Abbott was quiet and the only reason Mattheo knew of her was because she had been his herbology partner once. He thought her much too naive and gullible, but a nice girl nonetheless. 

Was it wrong that he wished his penpal to be you? He was sure his co-reader didn’t know who he was, so it could be any one of the Hufflepuffs or Ravenclaws. But god, how he wanted it to be you. You were the first name that popped into his mind, but he had waited to write it down until the end; he wanted to be the only one to see it. 

The son of the Dark Lord had first met you during the sorting ceremony of Year One. You had found Hagrid immediately once exiting the train and clung to his coat. Mattheo immediately clocked you as a muggleborn. His father would not be pleased with the way his eyes scanned over your features. When you got sorted into Hufflepuff, and he Slytherin, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment, but no surprise. You didn’t seem like a Slytherin. 

So, do you have any notes for this assignment I can use? he wrote on a new sheet of parchment and stuck it in the book. Mattheo decided that was enough studying and left.

October 3rd, 1997

I don’t make it a habit of giving out my hard-earned notes when I don’t know if the other person has done any work or not. 

It seemed as if anonymity was making you more bold.

October 4th, 1997

Oh, you’re fun. Mattheo grinned as he wrote back. Anyway I could change your mind? Or do you make it a habit of being a smartass? What house are you in?

October 6th, 1997

I just don’t see why you’re asking for my notes. We’re reading from the same book. You should be getting the same information I am. Have you not started writing your essay yet? And I’m not being a smartass. I’m just being smart. You paused, quill poised over the parchment. After a moment, you slowly lowered it to the paper and wrote, Hufflepuff. 

For some reason, revealing that piece of information seemed earth-shaking. You quickly packed up and left after that.

October 7th, 1997

Mattheo thought about trying to catch his penpal in the act, but where would the fun be in that? His lips parted in that coy little smirk of his when he read that they were from Hufflepuff. That narrowed down his list perfectly. 

Justin Finch-Fletchley, Ernie Macmillan, Zacharias Smith, Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, and Y/n L/n.

He had his suspicions, of course, but that might’ve also been his delusion and hopes of grandeur. He had learned early on to not get his hopes up about anything – not birthdays, test scores, or love. And especially not about trying to break out of the iron-cast mold of being the Slytherin heir.

Contrary to what you may have thought, ever since that first day of First Year, Mattheo had kept you in his peripheral. You were like a song stuck in his head that wouldn’t go away. And the music just kept getting louder and louder. In Second Year, he had noticed all the muggleborns and even half-bloods avoiding him after the first bloody message on the walls. At just twelve, it had cemented what he had known his entire life: he was to be feared. 

But then you had given him the smallest wave in the hallway and the new music had made his heart flutter. He still remembered the relief he felt whenever you weren’t the muggleborn to be petrified. 

The music had gotten louder in Third Year when the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had worked with Professor Lupin (of whom Mattheo had totally known to be a werewolf) on Boggarts. Professor Lupin was wise and didn’t ask Mattheo to stand in front of the cabinet, for they both knew Voldemort wouldn’t be a pleasant sight to see for the other students

Then you stepped up. The Boggart emerged and Mattheo immediately saw the resemblance. The Boggart was an older you, perhaps mid-fifties. The Boggart, poised as you, looked around and, in drab clothing, then shook its head. Mattheo’s eyes flickered down to its hand. No ring lay on its finger. Human you stood, silent, for a while, a crease between your brows. And you muttered the spell and stepped back.

Oh, how Mattheo had wanted to tell you that as long as he lived, he would do everything in his power to ensure that future didn’t become a reality.

In Fourth Year, the music grew into a crescendo. He didn’t have the guts to ask you to the Yule Ball. You were the lovely little Hufflepuff and he had a reputation to uphold. But you were radiant. You hadn’t meant to wear a gown that was green; it was a coincidence. You were wearing the colours of the snake and Mattheo’s little fourteen year old heart was beating hard enough to cause a stroke. He should’ve taken Astoria Greengrass to the dance – that would’ve been the thing his father would’ve wanted – but he couldn’t. Not when you danced so freely and laughed so lovely. Perhaps though, instead of watching hypnotic you, he should have focused on forcing the blood back up to his brain.

The music practically made it hard to hear in Fifth Year. When everyone else was torn between believing Dumbledore and fearing Mattheo’s father or believing their government, you still gave him a little nod in the hallways.

In Sixth Year, the music was all he could hear. Even though he arrived at Hogwarts with a brand-new Dark Mark burned into his forearm, your smile at the opening feast made it all seem worth it.

Hufflepuff, huh? So, are you, like, loyal and kind and stuff? Do you like badgers? Maybe I should call you a little badger.

October 8th, 1997

Your penpal was a part of your life now. It was an expectation that they would have a note ready for you whenever you went into the library. You were sure this essay about Felix Felicis was going to be the best damn paper you’d ever written with how much time you had been spending in the library. Honestly, you should thank your penpal because they gave you incentive to study.

You sound like a Slytherin, you wrote back. And I don’t know. Hufflepuffs are all different, you know? I don’t want it to sound like I’m bragging if I say “I’m kind and amazing and patient.” But don’t call me a little badger.

October 9th, 1997

Do I need to add ‘humble’ onto the Hufflepuff roster, little badger? And you’re spot on. I am of the great house of Slytherin and I am not ashamed to say it. Do you like Quidditch?

October 10th, 1997

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the question. If your penpal hadn’t admitted to being a Slytherin and if Oliver Wood hadn’t graduated a couple years before, you were certain it would be the old Gryffindor. 

I admit, I do like Quidditch. It was really fascinating to me when I first came into the wizarding world, as were most things. I like flying, but never tried out for the team. It was too much physical contact and I don’t want to fall off a broom from fifty feet up. But I still enjoy flying. By your question, I assume you play? And don’t call me little badger.

Maybe you liked communicating with this mystery person more than you let on.

October 11th, 1997

Mattheo was smiling at a piece of paper. He was grinning at a scrap of parchment. He was practically beaming just because his penpal was a muggleborn. And you were a muggleborn. You were one of two muggleborns left on his list: Justin Finch-Fletchley and you.

Mattheo was certain that Justin Finch-Fletchley would’ve stopped communicating with a penpal as soon as he learned they were a Slytherin. So it had to be you. You had to be his penpal.

For once in his life, Mattheo was getting his hopes up.

October 18th, 1997

Mattheo had been collecting a plethora of information on his pen pal – which he was certain was you. The problem was, the project was ending in two days and then where would he be? Without his little badger? Should he say something or let sleeping dogs lie?

With a good conscience, could he even bring you into his life? Who would want to be with the son of the Dark Lord? Certainly not you, who he had come to adore and pine after.

Sweet Salazar, what was he going to do?

October 20th, 1997

“Professor Snape?” You stood in front of his desk after the lesson, bag slung over your shoulder as you clutched the strap. “May I ask you a question?”

“What is it?” the professor drawled, looking over the papers he had received about the unique potions.

You shifted your weight from one foot to another. “Um, I was wondering who was the person in the other class that was studying Felix Felicis.”

Professor Snape’s eyes bored into yours. “Why do you wish to know?”

It took you a minute to reply. “We conversed a bit via notes and I think we would make good friends.”

If you hadn’t known Professor Snape for six years, you could have sworn there was some amusement in Snape’s stare. “Perhaps you should write one last letter to your unofficial partner. If they do not respond, Miss L/n, then I will be amenable to responding.”

With a cautious nod and frustration brewing in your chest at the ambiguous answer, you turned and left.

Your feet took you to the library, where the book on Felix Felicis was waiting for you on its shelf. When you pulled it out, it was like the book opened to the exact page where a new note sat. You flipped through the adjoining pages, a bit desperately, looking for the old messages you and your penpal had written. But the parchment wasn’t there.

Defeated, you took the newer note and unfolded it.

If you’re reading this, you’re realising that I took our correspondence, little badger. I apologise, for I’m sure you wanted it, but I couldn’t bear to part with it. Though perhaps we can reach an agreement. Meet me at the astronomy tower?

Was it a coincidence that you had gotten the Potion of Lucky for your project?

October 20th, 1997

Mattheo stood at the top of the astronomy tower, calves deliciously burning with the exhaustion of climbing all the way up there. It was a pleasurable pain, one that reminded him he was alive.

The cool bite of the wind did nothing against the Warming Charm he had cast, though he was sure that even if he hadn’t thought to perform the spell, the adrenaline in his veins would still keep his heart beating erratically. He stared out at the grounds of Hogwarts, mind silent.

Of course he heard the door creak open and your footsteps on the stone. Of course he could feel the silence between the both of you as you stared at the back of his head.

“Mattheo?” Your voice cut through the silence.

He turned around.

“Hey, little badger.”

[heliosunny]

Hi, I don't know if this is wrong but I would like to ask for a yandere sashisu x reader request, the plot doesn't matter, it's just that there is Little sashisu content 🥺

If this petition bothers you, you can delete it 🥹

THE CAGE OF LOVE

1st year reader, 2nd year SaShiSu

Your arrival at Jujutsu High was supposed to be a fresh start. This is a place to hone your ability, make friends and maybe carve out a small place for you in the chaotic place of Jujutsu sorcery. But from the moment you arrived, three individuals became unavoidable.

You have this sweet 'little sister' vibe, the charm seemed to attract attention like a magnet. Despite being one of the strongest among the first years, people couldn’t help but dote on you. You didn’t mind, though. The extra care felt… comforting, even if it was a little stifling at times.

You had heard whispers of the infamous second-year trio before—their names carried weight and intrigue among the students. But you never expected to cross paths with one of them so soon.

It started in the library. You were searching for a book on cursed tools, perched precariously on a chair to reach a high shelf. Just as the book’s spine slid free, the chair wobbled, sending you off balance. A gasp escaped your lips, but before you could hit the ground, strong hands caught you mid-air.

“Careful there” a deep, calm voice murmured.

You glanced up, heart racing, to meet the dark eyes of Geto Suguru. “Thank you,” you stammered, your cheeks warming as he set you upright.

He nodded, offering a polite smile before walking away.

Later that evening, you stayed in the library until dusk, engrossed in your reading. The quiet comfort was interrupted by the faint sound of footsteps behind you. You turned, startled, to see none other than Shoko Ieiri.

“Eh… so there are dedicated students left at this school. How rare.” she drawled, her tone teasing as she pulled out a cigarette.

Before she could light it, you quickly stopped her. “You’re in a library, so…”

“Oh, oops” she said, slipping the cigarette back into her pocket with a lazy wave. “Anyway, see you around.”

And just like that, she was gone, leaving you to wonder about the strange second years you’d encountered that day.

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The next day, you found yourself at the training field. Your usual teacher was away, leaving Geto and Shoko to oversee your class’s exercises. While your classmates struggled with the challenges they set, you managed to hold your own, much to their amusement.

“Not bad” Geto remarked, his gaze lingering on you a moment too long. Shoko smirked beside him, her eyes glinting with something unreadable.

When the session ended, you excused yourself and headed to the canteen, eager for a quiet lunch. It had become your habit to eat here, where the hum of conversation was comforting and the food was decent.

But today, the canteen was eerily empty, save for one figure.

At a nearby table, Satoru Gojo sat slumped forward, his face buried in his arms. His signature white hair made him unmistakable, even at a distance. You tried to ignore him, focusing on your meal, but his presence was impossible to overlook.

Then, as if sensing your gaze, he suddenly lifted his head. His blindfold was missing, revealing piercing blue eyes that locked onto yours.

“You!” he called out, his voice startlingly loud in the silence.

You froze, unsure how to respond as his stare seemed to pierce through you.

“Whatcha looking at?” he asked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Before you could stammer out an answer, another voice cut in.

“Satoru, you’re scaring her.”

Geto appeared behind him, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to Gojo’s brashness. Relief flooded you at the sight of him.

Gojo groaned, slumping back in his seat. “I wasn’t scaring her. Was I?” he asked, turning to you with a pout.

“N-No” you replied quickly, though your heart was still racing.

Geto chuckled softly, his dark eyes studying you intently. “You’ve got a way of attracting attention, don’t you?”

You weren’t sure how to respond, so you quickly excused yourself and left the canteen, feeling their gazes follow you all the way out.

As the days passed, the trio seemed to weave themselves into your life in ways you couldn’t escape. Geto’s quiet yet commanding presence, Shoko’s teasing but strangely protective demeanor, and Gojo’s overwhelming energy, each of them seemed to orbit around you, pulling you into their gravitational field.

And while they treated you with an almost obsessive care, there was something unsettling about the way their attention lingered. Geto’s gentle smiles lasted a beat too long. Shoko’s casual remarks often carried an edge that made your stomach twist. And Gojo… Gojo’s playful teasing always felt like it was concealing something darker.

You wanted to believe their intentions were good, but their intensity was suffocating. Every glance, every touch, every word seemed to trap you further in their web.

--------

You received a mission.

The mission had seemed simple enough: a first-year assignment to exorcise a few low-grade curses plaguing an abandoned factory. Your teacher had been confident in your ability to lead the group, given your strength and strategic thinking. The second years were preoccupied with their own training exercises, leaving you and your classmates to handle things on your own.

At first, everything went according to plan. The curses were weak and predictable, and you systematically eliminated them one by one. But as you ventured deeper into the factory, a sinister presence began to gnaw at the edges of your senses.

And then it appeared.

A Grade 1 curse emerged from the shadows, its grotesque form towering over you and your classmates. Panic spread like wildfire among your team as the curse unleashed its power. You fought with everything you had, managing to shield your classmates from its attacks. But its movements were erratic, and in a single devastating strike, you were thrown across the room, crashing into a wall.

The impact was brutal. Pain erupted in your side as you crumpled to the ground, blood pooling beneath you. Your vision blurred, and the world around you became a haze of shouts and the curse’s guttural growls.

Your classmates rallied, calling for help through their communicator. But it was clear they were outmatched, and their fear only worsened as they saw you lying motionless.

Meanwhile, the second years were wrapping up their training session on the other side of campus. Shoko stretched lazily, her cigarette dangling between her fingers as she glanced at Geto.

“Think the first years are managing without us?” she asked, smirking.

Geto chuckled. “They’ll be fine. It’s a low-grade mission. Besides, they’ve got her.”

But their casual banter was interrupted by the crackle of a distress call over the communicator.

“This is Team 1. We need immediate backup! Grade 1 curse encountered—severe injuries! Please send someone!”

Shoko’s smirk vanished. “What the hell?” she muttered, straightening up.

Geto’s expression darkened, his usually calm demeanor replaced with a sharp edge. “Who’s injured?” he demanded, grabbing the communicator from a nearby table.

The response was immediate, but it was the words they dreaded: “It’s her. She’s down.”

For a moment, time seemed to stop. Shoko’s cigarette slipped from her fingers, forgotten, as she and Geto exchanged a glance.

“Where are they?” Geto barked, his voice colder than you’d ever heard it.

“Abandoned factory near the west district.”

“Stay there!” Geto snapped. “We’re on our way.”

When they arrived, the scene was chaos. The curse had been subdued by a reinforcement team, but the damage was done. Your classmates hovered nearby, their faces pale with fear and guilt.

And there you were, lying on a stretcher, your uniform soaked with blood. Your breathing was shallow, your face pale.

Geto was at your side in an instant, his usual composure completely shattered. “What happened?” he demanded, his voice shaking as he assessed your injuries.

“She shielded us.....” one of your classmates whispered, their voice trembling. “If she hadn’t… we’d all be dead.”

Shoko crouched beside you, her hands already glowing with healing energy. “Idiot,” she muttered, though her tone was thick with worry. “You push yourself too damn far.”

“She shouldn’t have been in this situation!” Geto growled, his hands clenched into fists. His dark eyes burned with fury, though whether it was directed at himself, the curse, or your teacher for leaving you unprotected, it was hard to tell.

Shoko worked quickly, stabilizing your condition, but it was clear you were in no state to wake up anytime soon.

Later, in the infirmary, Geto and Shoko stayed by your side, refusing to leave.

“She’ll be fine” Shoko said softly, though the tension in her voice betrayed her own uncertainty.

Geto sat silently, his gaze fixed on your unconscious form. His usually serene expression was tight with guilt and something far darker.

“If I had been there…” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

“She’s strong,” Shoko said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Stronger than we give her credit for. But next time…” Her tone grew cold. “Next time, we make sure no one touches her.”

Geto nodded, his resolve hardening. “No one.”

And as you lay there, unaware of their whispered vows, the air in the room seemed to shift, an unspoken promise that they would never let you face danger alone again, no matter the cost.

Gojo, meanwhile, remained unaware of the incident, busy with his own responsibilities.

------

It wasn’t long before Gojo heard about the incident. Word spread quickly, and as soon as he caught wind of it, he stormed into the infirmary like a hurricane.

“What the hell happened?” he demanded, his voice echoing through the room. His usually carefree demeanor was replaced with a rare intensity, his blindfold pushed up to reveal furious blue eyes.

Shoko glanced up from where she was checking your vitals, her expression calm but tired. “She’s stable. That’s all that matters right now.”

“Stable?” Gojo snapped, pacing. “She nearly died! Why wasn’t anyone there to back her up?” His glare landed on Geto, who sat quietly at your bedside, his hands folded as if in silent prayer.

“Don’t start with me, Satoru,” Geto said, his voice low. “You weren’t there either.”

“And that’s why I’m pissed!” Gojo shot back. “I should’ve been there. I could’ve-”

“She doesn’t need your guilt” Shoko interrupted sharply. “What she needs is rest. So shut up and let her recover.”

Gojo fell silent, though his jaw clenched as he looked down at your pale face.

Days passed, and eventually, you regained consciousness. Your body was sore, and your memories of the mission were hazy, but relief washed over you as you saw familiar faces surrounding you.

“You’re awake” Geto said softly, leaning forward.

Shoko offered a small smile. “About time. You’ve had us worried, kid.”

Even Gojo seemed uncharacteristically serious. “Don’t ever scare us like that again, got it?”

As you recovered, you noticed something strange. Your cursed energy felt… different. Stronger, sharper, as if the experience had awakened something dormant within you. You discovered a new ability—a defensive barrier that activated instinctively, a shield born from your determination to protect your classmates. The realization filled you with pride, though it didn’t erase the weight of what had happened.

Not long after, the higher-ups summoned you. Despite your recent injury, they deemed you ready for another mission, eager to test your newfound strength.

When word reached Shoko, Geto, and Gojo, the response was immediate.

“She’s not going.” Geto said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

“She just got out of the infirmary” Shoko added, crossing her arms. “Are you trying to kill her?”

Even Gojo, who often challenged authority with his carefree attitude, was deadly serious. “If you send her out again, I’ll personally make sure you regret it.”

The elders hesitated, clearly unnerved by the trio’s united front. They ultimately relented, agreeing to delay the mission.

As you regained your strength, one of your classmates approached you in private. He was the one you’d saved during the mission, and his gratitude was evident in his every word.

“I… I just wanted to say thank you...” he said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “You saved my life back there. I don’t know how to repay you, but maybe… would you like to go out? Just for lunch or something?”

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden proposal. “Oh, um… I guess?”

He beamed, looking both relieved and excited. “Great! How about this weekend?”

You agreed, unaware of the eyes watching from the shadows.

The day of the “date” arrived. You were nervous but determined to enjoy the rare moment of normalcy. Your classmate met you at a small café in town, his cheerful energy helping ease your nerves.

What you didn’t realize was that the trio was never far behind.

Geto lingered outside the café, his sharp eyes fixed on you through the window. Shoko, disguised in casual clothes, sat at a nearby table, pretending to scroll through her phone. And Gojo, as unsubtle as ever, leaned against the counter, chatting with the barista while keeping an eye on your every move.

As the date progressed, their silent interference began.

The waiter mysteriously got your order wrong, delaying your food. Shoko “accidentally” spilled her drink near your table, forcing your classmate to help clean up. And when you both tried to leave for a walk, Geto casually stepped in front of the door, pretending to inspect the weather outside.

Your classmate grew increasingly flustered by the strange occurrences, but you didn’t think much of it—until Gojo decided to make his presence known.

“Yo!” he called out, striding over with his signature grin. “Fancy running into you here!”

You froze, confusion and embarrassment flooding your face. “Gojo-senpai? What are you-”

“Just grabbing a coffee~” he said smoothly, though the amused glint in his eyes betrayed his true intentions. He turned to your classmate, his grin widening. “And who’s this? A friend of yours?”

Your classmate stammered, clearly intimidated by Gojo’s overwhelming presence.

Before you could respond, Shoko appeared at your side, her arm casually draped over your shoulder. “We were just about to head out, weren’t we?” she said, ignoring your confused look.

Geto joined the group a moment later, his calm smile hiding the possessiveness simmering beneath. “Let’s not keep her too long. She still needs to rest.”

Caught between your upperclassmen and your increasingly nervous classmate, the date was effectively over.

As the trio led you away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Their protectiveness, once comforting, now felt suffocating. But as Geto’s hand rested lightly on your shoulder, Shoko’s teasing laughter rang in your ears, and Gojo’s grin loomed above you, you realized you couldn’t escape them, not that easily.

------

The second mission was supposed to be simple, a routine exorcism with Gojo as your partner. Given your recent injury, the higher-ups had decided you wouldn’t go alone this time, and Gojo insisted he’d keep you safe.

“Relax” he said with a smirk as you both entered the cursed area. “With me here, nothing can touch you.”

Despite his confidence, you stayed vigilant. The cursed spirits weren’t difficult to deal with, but halfway through, you felt a sudden spike of cursed energy. Before you could react, a sneak attack came from the shadows, a cursed blade aimed directly at Gojo’s back.

“Look out!” you shouted, throwing yourself in the way. The blade grazed your arm, slicing through your uniform and leaving a shallow but painful wound.

Gojo turned instantly, his hand snapping out to catch the attacker with ease. His grin vanished, replaced by a chilling glare.

“You’ve got guts trying to touch her” he said, his tone unnervingly calm as he crushed the curse with one hand.

Before you could catch your breath, a new figure appeared, a bounty hunter hired to disrupt the mission. The man was skilled, his cursed energy strong, but he was no match for Gojo.

“I’ll make this quick.” Gojo said, his voice icy. Within moments, the man was incapacitated, left crumpled on the ground.

“Are you okay?” Gojo asked, turning to you. His tone softened, but the tension in his posture remained.

“I’m fine” you said, clutching your bleeding arm. “It’s just a scratch.”

But the look in his eyes said otherwise.

-------

That night, after returning to Jujutsu High, you found yourself restless. Your encounter with the bounty hunter had shaken you, but more than that, it was the trio’s unwavering presence in your life that weighed on your mind.

You couldn’t ignore it anymore, the way they hovered, the way they claimed to protect you yet suffocated you in the process. But despite it all, you couldn’t deny your feelings. Somewhere along the way, their twisted devotion had captured your heart.

Summoning your courage, you asked to meet them in private. The three of them arrived almost immediately, concern etched on their faces.

“What’s wrong?” Geto asked, his voice gentle but laced with worry.

“I… I need to tell you something” you began, your voice trembling. “I know you care about me. And I know I’ve been relying on you a lot. But this… this is too much. I can’t keep living like this, always feeling like I’m being controlled.”

Their expressions darkened, but you pushed forward.

“That said… I care about you, too. I don’t know when it started, but I can’t deny it anymore. I love you—all three of you.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then, to your surprise, Shoko let out a soft laugh.

“You’re something else, you know that?” she said, her tone both affectionate and exasperated.

Geto sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We’ve been too overbearing. I can admit that much. But it’s because we can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

Gojo grinned, though his usual playfulness was tinged with something darker. “So you’re saying you love us, but you want space? That’s cute, but you know we’re not the kind to back off so easily.”

Your heart sank. “I’m serious. I need boundaries. You can’t keep interfering in my life like this.”

Geto stepped closer, his expression unreadable. “We understand,” he said softly. “But…”

“But we’re not giving up,” Shoko finished, her eyes gleaming.

Gojo leaned in, his grin widening. “You’re ours, whether you admit it or not.”

--------

In the weeks that followed, things seemed to settle. The trio gave you more space, respecting your wishes on the surface. But beneath their smiles and reassurances, something darker was brewing.

You began to notice small changes. Your schedule became mysteriously clear of difficult missions. Classmates who showed interest in you suddenly grew distant, avoiding you without explanation. And no matter where you went, one of the three was always nearby.

It wasn’t until you overheard them talking late one night that the full extent of their plan became clear.

“She’s too vulnerable out there” Geto said. “We need to protect her, even if she doesn’t realize it.”

Shoko’s voice was calm but firm. “We’ve already adjusted her mission roster. It’s only a matter of time before the higher-ups agree to keep her closer to campus.”

“And if they don’t,” Gojo added, his tone light but with a chilling edge, “we’ll make them.”

Your blood ran cold as you realized what they were doing. They weren’t just protecting you, they were isolating you, tying you closer to them with every move they made.

One night, they cornered you in the quiet of the school gardens. “We’ve been thinking,” Geto began, his voice as smooth as ever“about what’s best for you.”

“And we’ve decided,” Shoko added, her gaze steady“that staying here, with us, is the safest option.”

Gojo stepped forward, his usual grin replaced with something far more intense. “You love us, right? Then trust us. Let us take care of everything.”

You backed away, your heart pounding. “This isn’t what I wanted. I love you, but I can’t live like this.”

Geto caught your wrist gently, his touch firm but not painful. “You’ll understand eventually. We’re doing this because we love you, too.”

Before you could protest further, Shoko pressed something into your hand, a small charm infused with cursed energy. “This will keep you safe” she said, though the unspoken message was clear: it would also keep you bound to them.

Gojo cupped your face, his grin softening as he looked into your eyes. “Don’t fight it. You’re ours now.”

And as their overwhelming presence surrounded you, suffocating yet strangely comforting, you realized there was no escape.

They weren’t just protecting you—they were keeping you. Forever.

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Once again, thank you for your request✨

[noxxytocin]

Quill Me Softly - Tom Riddle x Harry Potter

⊹ pairing: tom riddle x harry potter | tomarry

⊹ rating: mature - 18+ only | MDNI

⊹ tags: professor tom riddle, gay panic, mind reading, teacher/student dynamic, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, AU, friction/rubbing.

⊹ word count: 1.6k

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summary: on april fool’s day, harry swaps professor riddle’s quill with a charmed one that lets him hear the man’s thoughts. it was supposed to be a prank. it becomes something else entirely.

There were two types of students at Hogwarts come April 1st: the ones who caused utter mayhem, and the poor sods who gulped down trick sweets and spent weeks croaking like toads in heat.

Harry Potter found himself somewhere in the middle. Never quite as sly as the Weasley twins, nor half as rambunctious as Peeves, but clever enough to cause a proper ruckus when he fancied. And this year? Oh, he had a very particular bone to pick. Had a very special target in mind.

Professor Riddle.

It wasn’t the man's brilliance—though, admittedly, his was keen enough to make anyone feel like a downright dimwit. No, it was that insufferable, 'I’m better than you and I know it' smugness that made you want to hex him just for breathing.

Tom was impossibly young for a professor. No one knew how he’d landed the job, but Harry was fairly certain it had something to do with that pompous little academic pin he always wore.

The man didn’t bother with robes. No, he stalked the halls in slacks and blinding white shirts with sleeves rolled up high. His waistcoats? Always pristine, likely charmed—or verbally threatened—not to wrinkle. Harry hadn’t proved it yet, but he had his suspicions. He was also maddeningly punctual and far too bloody observant for Harry’s liking.

In short: Harry hated him.

Which is exactly why, at the ungodly hour of six o’clock, Harry had crept into the DADA classroom like a man on a mission and swapped out Professor Riddle’s prized silver-nibbed quill for a lookalike. Not just any quill—a charmed one.

Nothing fancy. Just a neat little spell that’d funnel the man’s every thought straight into Harry’s skull the moment his fingers so much as grazed it.

A stroke of genius, really—if Harry did say so himself.

“Do you think it’ll actually work?” Ron asked, glancing nervously toward the front of the room as the trio settled into class.

“It’ll work,” Harry smirked. “It better work. That quill cost me a week of migraines.”

Hermione huffed. “If you get caught, I’m not lying for you.”

In walked Riddle, precisely on time. As always.

The chatter in the room died instantly.

He was dressed in grey slacks, a white top buttoned to the collar, and a black waistcoat. His gloomy tie, naturally, matched his eyes. He crossed the classroom, and the girls (and boys) straightened in their seats. Even the portraits took note.

Riddle reached his desk, sighed deeply, adjusted his coiffed curls, and picked up the quill. Finally. Then he started writing. Not on the board, of course. That would be messy. No, Riddle waved his quilled hand like a maestro and the words began to float mid-air before etching themselves neatly onto the blackboard behind him. Because naturally, the man was too good for chalk dust.

Harry waited, watching the quill twirl.

Bloody hell, my toe. That damn bedpost again. Treacherous furniture. I ought to blast it to bits.

Harry snorted, quickly clapping a hand over his mouth.

Riddle froze. His quill stopped mid-swipe.

He turned around slowly.

“…Is there something you wish to share with the class, Mr. Potter?”

Harry cleared his throat. “No, sir. Nothing.”

Riddle raised a brow. “Nothing? How fortunate for us all.”

Potter’s grinning like he’s just won a game of wizard’s chess. That can’t possibly be good...

Then, he set the quill down, and Harry’s stomach did a little flip. No, no, no, don’t put it down, he thought.

Tom walked away from his desk like he had all the time in the world to torture Harry.

“This morning,” he began, “we’ll be covering water-dwelling beings. Specifically, the Grindylow. And, naturally, how one might defend oneself against such a creature.”

Harry huffed, slumping back in his seat.

“Who can tell me where Grindylows are most commonly found?”

Hermione’s hand sprung up as quick as a hare.

Riddle scanned the class, hoping another student would speak up for once. But alas, no one did, he sighed dramatically. Hand, tragically, forced.

“Yes, miss Granger...”

“In weed beds of freshwater lakes and marshes,” Hermione said, practically glowing. “Only ever tamed by merpeople, Grindylows are known to be very territorial and aggressive. They attack anyone who trespasses in their territory.” She paused, clearly enjoying the sound of her voice. “In their natural habitat, they—"

“Granger,” Riddle interrupted, raising a hand to silence her. “I believe I asked for a brief answer, not an entire essay.”

Hermione blinked but refused to be deterred. “I was just explaining that—”

“That will be all. I believe we’ve all absorbed your... insight.” Riddle’s eyes browsed the desks. "Mr. Potter, would you care to contribute anything of substance?”

Harry shrugged. He was pretty sure he’d been through this exact drill before.

“Um… they have a lot of teeth,” he said.

Some girls giggled behind him.

“Fascinating,” Riddle said. “Do let me know when your observations evolve beyond the anatomical obvious.”

The class erupted into snickers—quickly stifled, of course, because no one wanted to be vaporized by Riddle. He swept back to his desk, retrieved the quill, and resumed his floaty little air-writing routine.

Harry’s grin slid back into place.

Granger will surely have a new defense charm invented by the end of class. Honestly, the girl could probably turn a sock into a battle-ready weapon if she tried hard enough.

Harry bit back his smirk, side-eyeing Hermione. She caught his gaze and mouthed, 'What?'

Weasley already looks faint. I haven’t even mentioned drowning yet...

Riddle sighed and adjusted his waistcoat.

“Thanks to the utter lack of hands raised at my question,” he cast, “and Potter’s blatant stupidity, I do believe we shall have ourselves a little pop quiz.” Guilting was Tom's cup of tea.

A collective groan filled the room. Malfoy hissed from the back of the classroom with a, 'Nice going, Potter!'

“I was, of course, going to wait,” Riddle continued, “but it seems some of you need the shock to your systems, don’t you?” His eyes flicked to Harry. With a flick of Tom's wrist, a stack of parchment appeared, floating through the air, and landing on each desk.

Harry eyed his sheet. It was a 30-question, open-ended, no multiple-choice, quiz. Designed by someone who found joy in turning other people’s misery into a pastime. His stomach sank.

It was just him and his brain now.

Potter picked up his quill, hovering over the first question. He stared at it for a moment, but then his eyes darted to Riddle, who had returned to his desk. Now seated behind the podium, fingers tapping lightly against wood, and quill in hand.

Perhaps this will finally humble Potter. If anything can... that boy’s bound to realize he doesn’t know a bloody thing.

Harry’s head jerked up. He stared Riddle down. Bloody bastard. Then, his gaze shifted back to his paper—mind going blank. These questions were impossible.... he peeked over at Hermione, whose quill was a blur as she scribbled through, flipping the pages. Then, he looked down at his quiz again. His teeth sank into his lower lip and he chewed on it, anxiety written all over him.

Potter…damn him...nibbling his lip like that...

Suddenly, Harry’s quill clattered against the desk. Riddle, still reigning supreme behind his podium, shifted a bit, just enough for Harry to catch a glimpse.

As if he’ll get even one right. It's almost adorable how he thinks squinting will summon answers.

Tom then crossed his legs beneath the desk, posture rigid. Harry had forgotten there was a quiz in front of him.

Why was Riddle...thinking about his lips?...

Think about Grindylows. Focus on grading. Think about literally anything else that doesn’t involve Potter.

Harry's green eyes found Riddle again, catching him in the act of rubbing his knees together as if trying to start a fire. Surely he wasn't...no, no way...

Bet he’d be a cheeky thing in bed, wouldn’t he? Defiant, too. With that big mouth of his...

Harry lit alarmingly red, jaw dropping as he scrambled to retrieve his quill. Tom quickly looked away, just as their eyes nearly met.

No, no, no. Get it together. He's a student, and you're a professor with a reputation to uphold...but damn, he shouldn't be looking like that...

Does he have any clue of the effect he has on me?...

Harry felt an unexpected warmth spreading... right down into his trousers. Bloody hell. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to discreetly adjust his cock. Why on earth was he getting all worked up over this??? Was he completely mad?!

He always goes red under pressure...I wonder how he'd look under...different circumstances...

Potter dared a peep at Riddle and their eyes locked, freezing them both. Unbeknownst to Harry, Tom had tactfully slipped a hand between his legs, grazing the fabric of his trousers. He couldn’t resist. He’d surely roast in wizarding hell for this, but damn if it wasn't entirely Potter's fault. Harry was Harry, after all. With those captivating green eyes that cried out for notice. And Riddle? He wanted to shower Harry with the attention he so evidently desired. Fantasized about having Harry properly earn every point, every mark, teaching him...of course.

Ah, Potter...the ways I could cater to your thirst for glory. You haven't the foggiest how you strip back my control...

Suddenly, Harry stood. The whole class halted, their focus shifting to him as he slowly walked toward Professor Riddle's desk.

Riddle’s eyes lifted, watching as Harry approached. Not a word left his lips.

Harry stopped right at the desk, leaned forward, and snatched the quill from Riddle's hand.

Their fingers brushed.

Then, with a face flushed too red and trousers too tight, Harry snapped the quill in two.

The class gasped.

Riddle's eyes narrowed to slits.

“…Potter..."

Harry gulped.

Riddle's lips slowly curved up.

“Detention. Tonight. My office. Seven sharp.”

It was only April 1st.

And the joke, most decidedly, was on Harry this time around. • just a drabble for @clementinesbarn 's april prompts.

[vintagerpg]

That’s all there is for Role Aids, but plenty of other people made cool stuff for D&D. Like Bard Games. Better know for Atlantis and Talislanta, the company’s first products were a trio of booklets that expanded the roster of existing D&D classes. The first was The Compleat Alchemist (1982, this edition 1983).

This wasn’t the first attempt at an alchemist class. At least two appeared in Dragon Magazine, the first in 1981. I’m sure other attempts exist. This is probably the most exhaustive. It is hampered somewhat by the system neutrality — there weren’t best practices for that sort of thing yet, so the language often feels vague. I also wonder, broadly, why there was such interest in Alchemists as a class when they always seemed a stay at home sort. Still, there is a lot of interesting (if likely overpowered) stuff here.

The book starts off with lists of ingredients and other components, which is a valuable resource on its own. Then you get the level specific abilities, which are…too powerful, though mitigated by time and cost. 1st level, alchemists can brew elixirs, 2nd level they get powders, 3rd is venoms. Things start to get interesting with 4th, when they can make a number of devices, including a rod of detection. Level 5 is talismans, level 6 is potions, 7 is dusts, 8 is solvents, 9 is gases. 10 is essences, which include elixirs of elemental power. Level 11 comes with the ability to create a number of constructs and level 12 allows access to the aqua vitae and the creation of artificial life. I would counsel limiting the number of magical substances an alchemist can create before allowing a player to roll one up, dang.

Still, this is a clever book. The abilities all build on each other, and there is an assumption that the creation of the many magic items is contingent on rare materials which provide the impetus for adventuring. I’ve seen far less reasonable first efforts!

[rottenpumpkin13]

how has the soldier podcast been going

Shinra used to organize a weekly podcast with the 1st Class trio. However due to a string of inappropriate behavior, the company referred not to present their elite SOLDIERs in an unpolished light. So they cancelled it.

• Sephiroth once spent an entire hour ranting about the poor quality of the shampoo Shinra recently provided him with. He went on about the correct ingredients to include in Shampoo and how this one made his scalp dry. It was only at the end of the hour long rant that Genesis revealed he put mayonnaise in Sephiroth's shampoo as a prank.

• They "unknowingly" brought in the leader of a notorious Anti-Shinra group for an interview.

• Genesis mixed them drinks so they could prove to the public that alcohol has no effect on them. They proceeded to get drunk and prank call Lazard to tell him they all just got legally married.

• Angeal once referred to President Shinra and Rufus as "the evil dictator raisin and his nepotism grape child." But what PR had a problem with was the sounds that came out of Sephiroth after Angeal made that statement.

• Sephiroth and Genesis argued over the correct pronunciation of "syrup" (Genesis pronounces it as "sir-up" while Sephiroth says "see-rup").

Genesis: You wouldn't know syrup if it slapped you in the face and spat on you.

Sephiroth: Of course I wouldn't. I use syrup on my food like a normal person. You, on the other hand, look like you would love to be slapped and spat on by syrup.

Genesis:

• They got sponsored by an instant noodles brand without Shinra's permission, which happened to be Sephiroth's favorite brand of Udon. Sephiroth went on a tangent about how the brand is the best because they include exactly 24% more noodles than the other brands, and don't, quote, "scam the consumer."

• Genesis got to reading hate comments they receive and made it his mission to respond to each one of them.

Genesis: Silver_Sephiroth_Lover402 says "It would be good for Genesis if he found something else to read instead of obsessing over Loveless" WELL, Silver_Sephiroth_Lover402, if I track your IP address, find out where you live, and burn your house down, I'll be reading about the incident in the news tomorrow. Does that work for you?

Angeal: Gen, maybe you should—

Genesis: No, no, listen to this one! Sephiroths_Wife112 says "Genesis is very handsome, but not as pretty as Sephiroth" I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE THAT MY FACE IS NOT TO YOUR LIKING, SEPHIROTH'S WIFE, BUT PERHAPS I ENJOY LOOKING HUMAN INSTEAD OF LIKE AN ALIEN CAT.

Angeal:

Genesis:

Sephiroth: I don't recall getting married.

• They once did a dramatic reading of an explicit fanfiction where they have a threesome on an office chair. They had to pause halfway to make sense of how three people could have sex on one office chair, and ended up trying to recreate the position described in the story on Angeal's chair. The audio picked up the chair breaking loudly, followed by complete silence, and then Sephiroth quietly going "In hindsight, doing it on the floor would've been more efficient."

• Angeal started telling them about the strange plant Reno got for him to keep in his office. After describing the plant, Genesis informed him that it was, in fact, cannabis.

Angeal: Oh...Well... that's not good.

Genesis: We should smoke it.

Sephiroth: Don't be ridiculous, Genesis, that would be harmful to our lungs.

Genesis:

Sephiroth: We should bake it into brownies.

[serxinns]

Tipsy Trampoline!

Drunk kiribaku x roomie/aka reader

(I know I promise to do other fics but I really wanted to do this)

This was inspired by this fic, yuzuya ofc and Mina's Birthday party these were one of my all-time favorites on Tumblr and youtube back then and I still loved it!

It was Denki's 18th birthday and he decided to rent out the trampoline park for everyone to come and invited all class 1a and class 1b (and Shinsou)

You were getting ready to go wearing your rainbow kidcore clothes (can be a dress or pants whatever!) when you got a notification from one of your friends katsuki to pick you up

💣RagingChihuahua💥: you ready dumbass me and Shitty hair are about to pull up

Roomie✌️: Yep got my gift and everything!

💣RagingChihuahua💥: alright I see you don't im pulling up right now

You saw a car pulling up to your driveway through the window, so you grabbed your gifts and dashed outside, and went inside the car, seeing Kirishima in the backseat as well "Hey roomie how's it been!" Kiri said with a wide smile you smiled back giving him a fist bump and a hug "Amazing excited to finally have a break from schoolwork and hanging around with my buds!" Kiri blushed a bit while smiling "And chihuahua! I haven't seen you in a while how's it been those test aren't stressing you out aren't they?" katsuki grumbled at the stupid nickname you gave him "I told you to not call me that and of course not im punching those test straight in the fucking teeth!"

You giggled at his reaction and Katsuki blushed a bit and cleared his throat "Anyways are you ready did you get everything?" you nodded holding the gift in hand "Alright now the only reason im taking the two of you is because you're the most tolerable so you better not fucking act up in my car or you'll get thrown out in the damn street!!" you and kiri giggled at his emptyish threat "Dont worry man we won't do anything promise! You can trust us" Katsuki glared at the two of you while you and kiri looked "Innocently" at him with the invisible hovering angle wings and halo Katsuki grumbled something and started to engine and off to go to denkis party

Time skip of roomie and kiri making corny ass jokes while bakugo shouting at the both of you to shut the fuck up

The 3 of y'all made it after a 20 excruciating drive (for Bakugo) to the neon trampoline park where Denki, Mina, and Shinsou were waiting at the front the 3 of you got out to meet up with the trio "Hey man! Happy birthday!" kiri said to Denki while giving him a high five and a hug "Thanks! And those gifts look amazing! You can put the gifts at the table right there And can wait at the lobby for everyone else to come! And bakugo?! your giving ME a gift?! How thoughtful~" Denki said with a teasing smile "SHUT UP! I'm only giving you a gift cause it's your birthday that's it" katsuki yelled and rolled his eyes the 5 of you snickered at katsukis outburst which didn't make Katsuki any better so he stomped inside the building while you followed right behind him giving Denki another happy birthday

The 3 of you waited in the lobby with other of your classmates friends talking about how amazing this party gonna be a few minutes later when everyone was here Iida announced the rules of the party no arguing no playfighting blah blah but most importantly no drinking irresponsibly everyone agreed with the rules and off to play y'all went

The 1st thing you did was play dodgeball and it was WAR when it started on your team was you, kiri, Kendo Monoma, Komori, and more while on the other team were Bakugo, teru, Ochako, Jirou, You Shoji, and WWDB (World war dodgeball) began, Soft Foam balls were flying everywhere bakugo, jirou monoma and kendo was sniping everyone on each other while the rest of you were dodging for your LIVES you were using every one of your team members as a human shield to dodge bakugos hits and to survive until it was one on one everyone started cheering for you gulped while bakugo had an evil grin on his face

Bakugo was Throwing balls so hard every time they hit the wall making a loud bang you were screaming playfully and dodging them while Bakugo taunted you about losing already "GIVE UP ROOMIE YOUR CORNERED" you panted tried to dodge the balls but was determined you were gonna win it for the team "NEVER! GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT" Bakugo grinned at your words and grabbed a blue foam ball and threw you you dived into the trampoline behind you but your leg got hit with the ball just when bakugo was about to shout for victory the ball bounced hard and hit bakugo in the face

You won

Your team cheered while Bakugo's team died laughing at what they just saw not caring they lost Bakugo yelled out profanities and slowly turned his head to you, you gulped grinning sheepishly and waved, that was the final straw for bakugo, "YOUR DUMBASSES IS GONNA PAY FOR THAT" he ran towards you and kiri while the two of you screamed and dashed off running across the obstacles but this Blonde was hot on your trail so Kiri took your hand and dashed to the ball pit and dived right in there bakugo jumped in along with thev3 of you laughed until y'all realized the position your in

Kiri was on top of Bakugo while you were on top of Kiri the 3 of you blushed "I didn't know the 3 lovebirds were hanging out in the ball pit~" Shinso said grabbing his phone out and taking the picture of the 3 of you, Bakugo screamed at him to delete them while all of you deeply blushing quickly getting off of each other and looking away in embarrassment, "I'm gonna get a drink so I can forget this ever happens" Kiri said still blushing while helping bakugo up "Yea im getting thirsty anyway roomie you coming?" "I'll catch up with the 2 of you in a min im gonna play some arcade games!" "they're so Cute..." Kiri thought staring at the both of you but was quickly snapped out of it when Katsuki dragged him

*timeskip of you battling Momo, tsuyu and mina to see who gets more tickets*

Meanwhile at the bar sat A tipsy Denki, sero and hakagure messing with Bakugo and Kiri "Cmon blasty I know you want to~" "FUCK OFF DUNCE FACE I AINT DOING THE DRINKING COMPETITION" "Aw cmon what are you scared?!" Sero said making chicken noises Katsuki was getting tired of him so he snatched the drink off his hand and grabbed Kiri by the shirt collar "Fine but shitty hair is gonna join me as well to prove your stupid shitty drinking game" "U-Uh..Yea Sure! I'll join right by you bakugo" the 2 men grabbed the beer cans readying themselves hakagure counted them down "3...2...1 DRINK" and the 2 teams drank away grabbing beer cans after beer cans

Time skip cause idk im lazy lol

"I told you I got the most tickets! Kero* "Yeah yea I would've won if it weren't for that Stupid fishing game I would've gotten 10 more tickets to beat you" You tease punching her arm softly while she laughed "Aw Stop it you two we all did great plus you should've seen ochako with those basketball skills they're amazing!" Ochako blushed a bit at Momo's statement "It wasn't that good guys I missed a few shots!" Whined ochako "A few?! Out of the 100 hoops you dunked?! You're a natural you gotta teach me" the 4 of you went to the main lobby and sat on the sofa to chat more you grabbed a soda and sat down relaxing

You were bored so you went to look for your boys you pushed through the crowd of drunk toddlers to locate your two friends you were about to give up until you felt hands grabbing you from behind and pushing you closely to their chest you looked up to see it was kiri drunkenly smiling at you while wobbling a bit trying to steady himself "Roooomieeeee" he said while giggling like a child "how's it going having fu-*Hic* at the party!" you giggled trying not to laugh out loud at his face

"Yep seems like you were too where's bakugo I thought he was with you" Kiri stopped for a moment to think looking like a loading screen that was until a door was slammed open at the entrance

Oh shit it was aizawa

"Now which one of you fucking brats put a drawing of a dick on my car" Everyone including you froze Aizawa's red glowing eyes were glaring at everyone this happened for about a min until Denki slammed down a bottle screaming "SCATTER" Everyone ran in different directions you were grabbing on eljirou looking for an exit and fast until an arm grabbed you and the two of you were dragged quickly out the emergency exit it was katsuki

"Kats?" he stared down at you then at Kiri then continued to drag you into his car "I dive" he slurred struggling to put his keys in the car you grabbed Katsuki and pulled him into the back seat ignoring his angry protests and insults you grabbed his keys and hit the engine and drove out of there

You drove to a star-glazing area to watch the stars for a while looking back seat you saw both Kiri and Katsuki knocked out in the back so you closed the door bringing the keys to yourself, and went to lay on the grass to watch the stars you close your eyes and relaxed not long after you felt 2 bodies laying beside you Katsuki in the middle while Kiri was on his left you were on his right, the 3 we're you were watching stars kiri was drunkenly laughing to himself while Akatsuki stayed focus curious you asked him a question "So Kats what are you gonna do after this" Katsuki stayed silent you assumed he was either ignoring you or passed out so you continued to watch the stars dancing in the Moonlight until an arm wrapped your neck around pulling you closer You blushed "gonna love you two someday...wanna confess" you were flushed at the moment unable to speak words or even comprehend what is going on Kiri was already knocked out but continuesnue

"Don't wanna lose ya so special.." Kiri joined in but in a slurred speech, then katsuki did you never forget it he leaned the both of you closer and kissed Kiri on the cheek 1st then you then he turned his head to you and said "Dont tell him I did that" then passed out peacefully snoring

you were processing what the fuck just happen but looked down to see their peaceful snoring faces you kissed them both on the cheek and whispered "I love you too..." let's say that was the most memorable moment for the 3 of you

Bonus: when your parents got home they saw you Kiri and Bakugo cuddling on your bed and secretly took pictures in the morning

[dance-on-the-moonlight]

"stupid, emotional, obsessive little me" | M.R.

➵ summary: you're in love with your best friend, and he doesn't know it.

➵ pairing: mattheo riddle × fem!best friend

➵ warnings: angst, unrequited feelings, 1st pov, spelling mistakes

➵ song i'd like to imagine was played is solas

➵ masterlist

part one | part two

I am not beautiful, but I could be.

If I changed my hair, or had darker skin, if my hair wasn't unruly and bleached, if my eyes weren't a weird shade between green and blue, they almost looked grey, if my nose wasn't as big and nostrils as wide, or my lips big and dry and if my teeth weren't small or if my gums didn't show when I smiled.

Maybe if I looked like her I'd be beautiful.

 But comparing is a shit thing to do, a bad virtue she had and couldn't rid herself off of, so instead of sulking and watching him whisper sweet nothings to the pretty girl, something that makes her quietly laugh, she turn her gaze towards the parchment in front of her. A blank page watched back, a few splotches of ink dropped from her quill that trembled slightly in her hand.

I am so failing at History of Magic if I don't start, at least, taking notes. I sighed deeply, sneaking a look at Hermione's paper to see her page already filled completely. Discreetly leaning in towards her I tried to copy her notes, thankfully she didn't say anything and just scoffed before resuming her writing.

My notes came out completely sloppy and messy, like they always did, but with the ink droplets it was completely illegible. I pursed my lips before ripping the parchment and standing up along with the rest of the students as the class ended.

Catching up to my friends, I wave to Hermione as she goes to find the rest of the Golden Trio. Theo and Enzo were bickering about something as we piled in the Great Hall, the chatter of other students went unnoticed to me as my thoughts swirled in my head. I sat on the bench, throwing my bag next to me, elbows on the table as I rest my head on my palms.

"What's up your ass today, Y/N?", Theo nudged me with his shoulder. "I'm failing History and the school year hasn't ever properly started." Not entirely a lie, but still not the whole truth.

Not sure how would it sound if I said that what bothers me is the fact my best friend already has a girl and it's only been a week since the school year started. But it's not like it's a surprise, really.

Theo's hand found it's way across my shoulders, pulling me into him as he chuckled. "No worries, we'll fail together, that way summer school won't be as lonely." I snort, slapping my hand across his chest.

"Why are we talking about summer school already?", my body went rigid at sound, every muscle in my body freezing, only hoping Theo doesn't notice. Mattheo moved my bag gently on the floor before sitting next to me, his body angled towards us as he leaned a bit to get a closer look at us. A scarred brow lifted as his eyes danced between Theo and me. Theo squeezed me gently before removing his hand, a teasing smile on his lips.

"We just like to make plans in advance, isn't that right, principesa?"  I roll my eyes at the nickname, he rarely uses it. Mattheo hummed, averting his gaze from us.

I was looking through the window as the rain slowly fell from the sky. A few of the students that were outside ran inside as fast as they could as to not get wet. Eyes gliding over to the pair that stayed behind, slowly dancing in the rain, not caring who saw or how wet they'll get. 

My heart was gripped by two hands, crushed and twisted, a boulder of emotions pressed on my chest. It pushed and pushed on my lungs until it felt like I couldn't breathe. I tried to take a breath, but a rope around my neck tightened with every attempt.

I felt like I was drowning.

I raised my wand, my heart burning with jealousy at something I'll never have. A simple spell I learned last year with Hermione, made the rain stop in it's tracks mid air. The pair halted with their dancing, with giggles I swear I could hear all the way up here, they ran inside.

 When i couldn't see them anymore the rain fell again with the flick of my wand, but my heart still burned.

Shaking my head, I made the rest of the trek towards the Astronomy tower, it was cold up here. My teeth clenched as the wind whipped my hair, stray raindrops acted as the tears I refused to let flow down my cheeks. 

In the far left corner sat and old piano, it had a propped leg by some folded parchment, the chair squeaked under my weight and the tiles were out of tune. Nobody really knows how did an old piano end up here or why it was still here. There were speculations of course, but they were nothing more than that.

I like to tell myself it was left here for me.

With trembling fingers I played a song of my heart, an out of tune beat just like the piano tiles. My fingers were red, and my nose runny by the time I heard his voice.

"I didn't hear you play since last summer." His voice blended in with the thunder that hid the sound of me hitting the wrong key. My body trembled, despite the warm cloak that he draped over my shoulders. Eyes never straying from the dirty keys I let out a breath, thankful for the rain that left my cheeks damp. 

"Couldn't sleep?", I decide on saying, my voice coming out hoarse and wrong. "Yeah." His voice sounded broken, like the last key, in the far right that I needed to finish the song. Fingers hovering over it for a moment before I rested my hands in my lap.

 I want to ask him of what he dreamt, which nightmare plagued his mind now; even if I knew all of them by now. Instead I scooted on the creaking chair, making space for him which he gladly accepts. I rub my hands together, feeling the bite from the cold now that the son is over, his hand twitches as if he's gonna reach for me, but instead he puts it in his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. 

He took a deep breath, smoke whirling around us, carried by the wind as my eyes trace a raindrop that follows the slope of his cheek. Brown eyes find mind, a small smile on his lips and I blink away the fog in my mind. His curls are all over the place and I have to force myself to not reach up and run my hand through them. It's like he hears my thoughts as his fingers brush through his curls, the same hand drapes over my shoulders pulling me closer to him. 

My lungs were crushed by the weight of my unspoken words. But I'd rather choke on them than loose what I have here. The only sound I could hear, is the one I can't control when he's near, it's the beating of my wild heart.

part 2?

[screamintoad]

Cherrycard kid-Jane Trappola

“Man, what an honor! My dads told me all about Night Raven College but actually being here…why it’s incredible!”

SHES HOLDING A BROOM

Voice claim: Jinx-Arcane

Character info

Jane is a spunky girl with a fiery spirit. She tries to be humble but because of her magical prowess she can sometimes be cocky and people will take it the wrong way. They decided that those people just aren’t worth dealing with and sticks close to her tight knit group of friends. At lunch she usually sits with her grandpa and eats with him and they use that time to catch up. She takes pride in being in Heartslabyul. 

  She grew up in the Queendom of Roses as almost next door neighbors to the Spade family. Whenever there was a vacation break that her family could take they would either go to the Shaftlands to visit the Howl’s, Schoenheit’s, and Felmier’s or to Briar Valley to visit the Zigvolt’s, Vanrouge’s, or even the royal family. “It pays off making connections in school.” Is what her papa always tells her. Constantly learning things from new places gained her a lot of experience and knowledge that she likes putting to use. She’s definitely a mini Ace and some people would comment on it with pity to Rory but, he always snapped back at them about how he wouldn’t want her to feel like she has to hide herself in any capacity. 

Fun facts: Chronically single. Nonbinary and goes by they/she! Rory taught them how to play guitar. In middle school she found a puppy in an alleyway on her way home, their family still has her and she was named Calliope. Ace taught her tons of card games and tricks. She has a bad habit of relying on her magic too much, even using it for normal daily tasks. Really protective over Alice due to her sister’s quieter demeanor. Her love for the macabre and goth has deterred some people away but if given the chance, they could talk about her likes, dislikes, hobbies, etc. for hours. 

Basic info

Age: 16

Height: 160cm, 5’2 (out of platforms)

B-day: August 28th (Virgo)

Dominant hand: Right

Family: Rory and Ace Trappola (Papa and Dad), Alice (younger sister), Divus Crewel (adopted grandpa)

Nickname: Starling and Firecracker (by family)

1st year

Class A

Club: Board game club

Best subject: Alchemy

Hobbies: Exploring campus, playing with her dog at home, and playing guitar

Pet peeve: People who judge before getting to know someone

Favorite food: strawberry pastries

Least favorite food: Broccoli.

Talent: Honing her magic to manipulate it in intricate ways

Character dynamics

Alice Trappola: Her baby sister! Well not really a baby anymore but that 5 year age gap makes a difference. When Jane visits home she is always close to Alice and when she first left for NRC she made the younger girl promise to take care of Calliope.

Alaric Vanrouge: One part of a trio. He’s definitely more soft spoken than her but they can both talk about their favorite things for ages. She sneaks out of NRC to visit him at RSA sometimes. 

Fleur Vanrouge: Older sister figure. Since Jane is an only child she thrives when hanging out with Fleur. They would take walks around the Vanrouge property and sometimes Blanche would let Jane help out at the bakery. Girl talks go hard between Jane, Fleur, and Luna. 

Luna Howl: Her, Alaric, and Jane are a trio that are menaces. Well two menaces and an Alaric. They’re all partners in crime much to their parents chagrin. These two spent hours running around the Howl family property and they continue to spend hours running around NRC. 

Joey Howl: Older brother figure. He’s the one who would tell the trio to not get too dirty or get into too much mischief. Jane took full advantage when she realized that him and Fleur liked each other and would help Luna try to set them up. Whenever Jane got into trouble at her old school she would call him before her parents to get some older brother advice before parent advice. 

Angel Spade: Neighbor and childhood friend part 1. Ginger cat and black cat dynamic. Jane is certainly the loud to his quiet. They still look out for each other though and bond over various video games. 

Diana Spade: Neighbor and childhood friend part 2. They’re also roommates at their dorm! They’re pretty different but growing up as neighbors with their dads working together made em figure out how to get along. Every weekend they’ll have movie nights. 

Lana Bucchi: New friend! Lana made a loud introduction and ever since, they’ve been quite the friends. They have the good? Bad? Habit of matching each other’s energy. Which is sometimes good, sometimes bad. 

Mika Bucchi: Alaric’s roommate that she met on accident. They haven’t interacted much but she’s heard a lot about him from Alaric. She can tell he’s really nice and she gets along with his sister. 

Mallory Draconia: Menaces in crime. Think of Malleus and Rory’s friendship but the complete opposite. They’re the gremlin duo that need separated, if one is in trouble, the other is also in trouble with them. Except Mallory will talk them out of trouble. 50/50 chance it works. 

Marven Leech: These two absolutely need separated. They roughhouse all the time and the twins make it almost a challenge to see who can throw Jane farther. She absolutely loves it though and loves having them as found brothers. When they told their dads about them they both turned as pale as ghosts. 

Evelio Leech: He’s as bad as his brother. But they have calm moments where they talk about their interests and what’s going on with their schoolwork. 

Alora Leech: Again, need separated sometimes. These two are peas in a pod, they share so many common interests and hobbies. On top of being in the same club. They’ll pass around scary stories like candy. 

HOWL KIDS BELONG TO @blood-red-bumblebee SPADE’S BELONG TO @skibidibabygirl BUCCHI’S BELONG TO @twtysevapr LEECH’S BELONG TO @angelwishess AND MALLORY BELONGS TO @moonyasnow TELL ME IF I GOT ANY INFO WRONG OR YOU WANT SOMETHING CHANGED OR ADDED

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[winwintea]

ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʟᴇᴇ ᴠꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ: mark’s “friends”

MARK ↬ bassist of 'dream on', 24 and unemployed! been over a year since his breakup with minjeong, recently decided to start dating a 19 year old college freshman.

JAEHYUN ↬ dubbed 'the talent' of 'dream on', he's the leader, main singer, as well as guitarist for the group. let's give it up for JEONG JAEHYUN!

SHUHUA ↬ drummer for 'dream on', as well as the queen of sarcasm. also became mark's 1st ever girlfriend after mark 'saved' her from a guy named lee know. broke up with mark after he moved back to toronto, however for some reason she also moved there... so along with jaehyun the trio formed 'dream on'!

TEN ↬ mark's gay ass roommate (don't let the twitter banner fool you.) and best friend who mark shares a bed with, because unfortunately they are unable to afford 2 separate mattresses. flirts with mark for shits n giggles, also enjoys stealing chuu's boyfriends.

HANEUL ↬ the unfortunate 19 year old that mark is dating, but she doesn't think that way. haneul is more than happy to gossip with mark about the tea between yeseo, jeongsob, and riki in her class. she also enjoys going on cute little dates such as, shopping at goodwill, visiting record stores, and getting pizza! puppy love is so real!

YIZHUO ↬ certified green tea bitch? certified mark hater wop wop wop wop wop. literally. yizhuo loves hosting parties, and knows everything about everyone. also works, like. everywhere? how does she do that.

CHUU ↬ mark's sister and tea lover (both the drinking and spilling kind) friendship with ten is (?) confusing to say the least, but ten always reports to chuu what is happening on epsiode 754 of the mark lee show today.

GYUVIN ↬ jaehyun's roommate, a young sophomore in college, loves listening to 'dream on' practice when they come over to perform, probably tied with hanuel for the title of "dream on's # 1 fan" also sometimes subs in for mark when he's busy. (doing what i'm not sure. man is unemployed.)

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SUMMARY ↬ mark has never wanted anything in his life. the lead bassist for 'dream on', unemployed, and quite literally a loser, mark expects he's hit rock bottom from here. that is until you, the girl of his dreams quite literally skates out of his dreams and into his life. mark has never wanted anything more. but is love really worth the emotional baggage when you have seven evil exes, who each possess superpowers and are intent on defeating him?

GENRES ↬ social media au (smau), fluff, angst, drama, fantasy au, band au, scott pilgrim au, explicit(?), gay people (ten) help mark find true love

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[thel8shift]

Hogwarts As A School

i saw someone else do this and our drs are vastly different in how hogwarts schooling is ran so i thought i’d post my version. i’ve been shifting to Hogwarts in a few different eras for years now and this is how school has always ran for me. i shift to a university style hogwarts btw, first 5 years are like undergrad, and then you can leave after 5th year if you don’t need it for your work. 6th and 7th years are the equivalent of grad school.

School Size

hogwarts is much smaller than many of you think

the castle itself is massive but the population is quite small

there’s about 280 students at Hogwarts give or take some. 10ish students per house, per year. my graduation class at hogwarts in 38 in my golden trio dr, and 45 in my marauders dr

the wizarding population of the uk is much smaller than you’d think it is

Classes

All classes are 2 times per week minus astronomy

astronomy is at midnight or later on different days for each year. Mondays are 2nd years, Tuesday is 3rd years, Wednesday is 1st years (as per the first book) Thursdays are 4th years, 5th years are Wednesdays at 1 am, 6th years are Tuesdays at 1am, 7th years are Mondays at 1am

classes start at 9am Monday through Friday and last class ends at 3pm

for your first two years, you don’t have any electives (per the books) so you have a lot more free time. out of 20 class slots (minus astronomy time) 13 are taking up for 1st years, and 12 for 2nd years, Flying being the extra class for 1st years

when your 3rd year comes, you must take at least 2 electives, but you can take up to 4 without needing a time turner like Hermiome in the 3rd book. 6 core classes plus 4 electives taking up all 20 class slots. (i am doing this in my 5th year and it’s HELL. but i want the OWLs so i suffer)

Testing

for final exams every year each class has a written test where you go over your theoretical knowledge of magic, and a practical test where you get to test the skills you’ve learned over the semester.

exams are taken twice a year in december and june with mid terms in october and march

OWLs are taken at the end of your 5th year, and then you take NEWTs at the end of your 6th year. you have to test at a certain level for each class to be able to take OWL/NEWT level classes

General Things

breakfast is from 7am to 8:30, lunch is from 12pm to 12:45, dinner is from 6 to 7:30

uniforms do not have to be worn for meals unless there is a special event

you also do not have to sit out your house table unless there is a special event

Sports/Clubs

club sign ups are always the second weekend back so around the middle of September

you can sign up for as many clubs as you like as long as you can balance them

you can also sign up for things like study groups or house study halls, Ravenclaw house study is on Wednesday after classes from 3:30 to 5:30

Quidditch try outs are always at the beginning of October, and the season starts the first weekend in November.

Canonically there’s only about 6 games of quidditch but that’s dumb so there’s quidditch most saturdays November to April with the games starting at around 10am

thats everything i can think of right now! if you have any questions feel free to send me an ask!

[nieceeee]

WOODY'S ROUNDUP!

Okay current fics that are in the works or coming up. This is my accountability list so yall....hold ya girl accountable lol

All fics are black reader and black coded just so you know. But let me know which ones yall excited to read

For The 1st Time: arranged marriage: ony x reader - angst, fluff

You knew that this was your destiny. From the time you were born. Ony knew it as well. But the problem...neither of you knew each other. Ony was set to be one of the most powerful men in his industry and to solidify that, your father promised you to him. But how the hell was he supposed to marry someone he's never met...

If you want you can watch on your video phone: nerd!gojo x camgirl reader - smut

Gojo was more reserved about his personal life than most people. From the outside he was a standup guy. Mostly quiet to those who didn't know him. He kept his head low, his grades high, and his mouth closed. But Gojo had a very nasty secret. Because deep in his mansion, with his doors bolted shut Gojo has an obsession. One that just happens to be the melanated girl that sits in front of him in class. He never spoke to you in public but the thoughts he had about you in private would make a porn star blush. But Gojo failed to realize one little thing. You knew exactly who your favorite streamer was, it was only a matter of time until you addressed him about it...

Lovers and Friends: gojo x virgin reader - smut, angst

Gojo and Geto have been friends for years and that didn't change when you had come along. A few years younger than them when your mom married Geto's dad and the duo became a trio. It had always been you three whether you liked it or not. Gojo never viewed you as a little sister but you were always someone he knew he would protect no matter what. So when you approached him with your offer, needless to say he was shocked. Initially he refused but you knew as well as he did how convincing you could be.

My Little Secret: Ony x reader - angst, smut

You and Ony had never really solidified your relationship with one another. It was all "my man my man my man" when yall were alone but in public, nobody knew the dirty little secret you shared. Not even Ony's little girlfriend. So when he pulls up to the party with her on his arm, will you be able to keep that secret under wraps? If he doesn't tell, you won't tell..

Indefinitely: babydaddy!eren x reader - heavy angst

Things with you and your baby daddy were fine as far as you can tell. You both had moved on and managed a great coparenting relationship. Everything seemed okay...for you. Eren on the other hand was seething. Because not only had you moved on, you had found someone new. So when a chance encounter between your new boo and Eren come to a head after he sees him with your son, you forced to make a tough decision that will pivot you and Eren's relationship forever.

Wanna Be: bestfriend!ony x reader - slight angst, fluff

“Not trynna hear you tell nobody that I’m just a friend. Just trynna make sure I’m the body that you call your man…” Ony is your best friend and its been that way for years. He was your safe haven as much as you were his. You've always shared a connection with one another that many didn't understand. But recently Ony has been struggling with his feelings for you. Things that he used to feel don't quite feel the same anymore. And he's forced to come to terms with reality...

Liquor: drunk!armin x reader - smut

There's something in this liquor. It has to be. That's the only reason he was like this. Because there wasn't any other reason why the cute, quiet blonde boy that stuttered anytime you approached him had you pinned up like this, tears falling from the corners of your eyes...

Mirror Staring Back At Me: bestfriend!eren x reader - smut

He knew better. He knew not to get involved in your relationships. He knew his place at your side. But Eren couldn't help it. Not when he saw how they tried to destroy your confidence. You standing in the mirror with eyes of uncertainty. You picking yourself apart from their words. So he did what only a good best friend would do. He showed you right there in your mirror exactly how he felt about you and how you should to...

All Things Ya Man Won't Do: ony x reader - fluff to smut

Most of your life your relationships have been transactional. You learned early on that nothing you get comes for free, especially with me. It was always a give and take. So when you got with Ony, you expected the same things. For every gift he got you, you made sure to double it because that's how the game goes right? Well Ony wasn't having that. He was going to get it through to you by any means necessary...

A Rock and a Hard Place: choso x reader - fluff, suggestive

This was it! You were going to get in shape. And what better way that to do something fun like...rock climbing? Why the hell did you let your best friend talk you into this? Heights were not your strong suit. But a little help from the cute instructor may take your mind off things...

SPIN: ony x reader - smut

"Ass or tits?" was the question asked of him. "Titties all day. Yall can keep that other shit." Ony has always been an assertive man. He knew what he liked and what he didn't like. He knew what turned him on and what he pulled away from. He was always certain in his decisions. That was until you came along. The moment you stepped into his life, everything Ony swore he wasn't interested in was flipped upside down...

[my-owl-baby]

Bad News

Masterlist

You and Satoru emailed each other since you got to Korea, but soon, years came along, and you both grew apart from each other, and contact became nothing.

Satoru sat down on the bench, eating his popsicle waiting as he waited for his friends to leave the store to get their things.

You still wonder in his mind every now and then, but he would be busy with things like curses and other matters in Jujutsu school.

"Satoru!!" Geto said with a smile at his best friend. Satoru only smiled, jumping up from his seat only to wave with a huge smile on his face.

"Suguru!" He yelled, skipping at his best friend. Geto only smiled at his six eyes, friend.

They became friends since the year they both started jujitsu, at the age of 15, now 17. They are now waiting for Shoko to come out as they talked about certain things about what they should do.

The day went well with the trio having fun roaming around Tokyo, meeting up with Nanaim and Haibara for even more fun.

"We should definitely go to an amusement park tomorrow!" Satoru mentioned as he spin walking ahead of the group.

"You got the money then?" Shoko asked, Satoru only shrugged at the answer."I'm taking that as a yes, " she mumbled as they caught up to Gojo.

Later that night, Satoru was in his room eating strawberry ice cream. He stumbled into the news a woman outside in front of a house.

He couldn't make out if it was another house or yours. "Tonight in 4wind news, we received an unknown deaths of two couples of the age of 40s." She paused. It made Satoru blood go cold.

He wanted to know who those couple are, he stare deeply in the television. "Unknow markings and wounds all over the bodies," she spoke, showing two bodies being carried out into a hospital truck.

"We received information on the victims' names...Ji and Tadashi L/n are the lovely people we truly lost today... goodnight," the channel changed into a commercial about shampoo.

Satoru was stunned about this information. He quickly got up from his bed, leaving his dorm to go to his parents' home.

He couldn't run all the way over there. He took his bike and began to hurry his way to the place he grew up in.

It was long, his leg began to grow tired. But he didn't care. His mind wondered back to you, wonder how you would take this news.

He finally made it to his home, pushing the doors open. He heard cries from the living room, and he followed the noise, finding his mom on the floor in his father arms.

"Mom..." She heard it and looked up seeing her grown child watch her cry. She wiped her tears away, sitting up to hug her son.

"I'm sorry, Satoru...their gone," she mumble, he held his mom as she stumbled over to him.

He couldn't believe it, especially knowing you were gone almost 8 years now since he last saw you.

"It's okay, mom," he mumbled, holding his mom as she cried once more.

※。.:*:・'°☆

In the morning, Satoru stayed home, keeping his parents' companion before he left to meet his friend.

"Poor Y/n, she must be devastated to know the news." Saturo mom mumbled, feeling pitty for the girl. You had no idea your parents died.

"Calm down, dear," his father said, holding his wife hand. Satoru didn't say much, only ate his food.

He didn't know how much you changed, back in Korea you didn't have time to think about home.

Missions were getting tougher by the time. One minute, you were lower 2nd class now, your middle 1st class.

"Rin!!" You yelled, holding your toothbrush. The half-demon boy strik as he heard his name across the building.

"I'm going to kill you!!" You yelled as you ran towards Rin in full speed. He panic and started to run away from you.

"L-look, I'm sorry!" He yelled, running away for his life. He knew you were upset about finishing your toothpaste.

"I told you not to use my toothpaste!!" You sneer at the half-demon. He got on his knees and begged for your forgiveness.

You only grumbled at his actions. You find it better sharing a room with a stranger than with the Okumura brothers, especially a whole building.

You only stick your tongue out before you walk away. "Stuck up half-demon," you mumble. He only sighed, relief to stay alive.

You never saw a problem in Rin when you found out he is the son of Satan. You treated him normally like everyone else.

But some of the students seem to have a problem with it.

You sigh after getting ready for the day, making your way to the dining area. "Good morning, Ukobaku," you said, smiling at the cooking demon, who prepared breakfast for the day.

The demon gave you a smile and spoke in his language, telling you hello and good morning.

"Looks delicious" you mumble eating your rice and meat that he had prepared for you.

"Hey! Don't eat without us!" Yukio said as the two brothers made their way to their chairs

"Wonderful like always." Ukobaku only blushed at your compliments. He always did when you said something.

"She only says that because she wants you to like her." Rin murmur, glaring at you. You only rolled your eyes.

"Ukobaku is a way better cook than you," you sneer at Rin. You both started to bicker at each other with Yukio trying to enjoy his food.

"Would you both quit it!" He finally said, yelling at the both of you. You both stayed silent as you continued to eat your food in pace.

"Thank you for the meal," you all three said, making your way out the kitchen biding byes to Ukobaku.

"Man, exams are soon...Rin make sure to study!" Yukio warned his twin brother. You only giggled at the sight of it.

"Hey! Why do I have to be bossed at? What about Y/n?!" He yelled, looking at you with a glare and then towards his younger brother.

"Because Ms.L/n here is passing all her classes unlike you," you laughed at Rin, which cause him to chase you around until both of you made it to the campus zone.

Yukio sighs at the sight of it. He could burley handle the both of you being buddies, buddies with each other, or at each other necks the next.

You took your classes since you were higher Ap classes like Yukio. "Ms.L/n, sir Faust would like to meet with you," one of your teacher said, "You only bow, knowledging their words before making your way to the supervisor office.

You wonder what Sir Mephisto wanted with you. The only times you spoke is when you transfer here, and when he moved you up class to a middle 1st, then like your other classmates, a middle 2nd.

Knocking on the door waiting for Mephisto to let you in. "Come in, dear," you heard the demon mumble.

You walked inside, shutting the door behind you. "Take a seat. Would you like any tea or something to drink?" He asked, being more nicer to you than usual.

"No, I'm okay," you mumble. He eyed you for a while before he spoke up.

"It looks like I can finally adopt you as my own." You were confused but caught on to his words.

"M-my parents? How?" You held your hands together, worried what he might say next.

"Yes indeed, they passed so suddenly...don't you say," he mumble, spinning around his rolled chair.

 you were scared, you wanted to cry but held it all in. "How?" You only asked again, looking at the director in the eyes.

"I would say it wasn't ordinary death," he mumbled as he pulled out a folder of papers. "You may do what you like about it...I will grant you to investigate this, but your classmates would have to tag along...an exorcists don't work alone," he pointed at you.

Handing you the folder as you took them, not wanting to open them right away. "Be careful, I would like my adoptive daughter to be safe." he smiled, and you only chuckled, hoping he meant it as a joke about adopting you.

You made your way out. You were scared knowing this might be true. "It's a joke," you mumble, seeing your tears hit the folder.

You wiped them away, taking a breath before heading to your room. Skipping classes today might be the best for you, even cram school, too.

"If so...it's in my hands now," you mumble, looking at the folder too, afraid to open it to see all the details and photos on your parents.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

So I think I managed to create the some sort of timeline for the Stationary Trio AU:

Pre UA:

Izumi and All Might are overheard (you mentioned it in one ask, and it lives rent free in my mind.)

Izumi blackmails Bakugou into leaving get alone.

Bakugou starts therapy.

1st year:

The Publicity stunt happens. This is after Kamino (where All for One died as he should have, when taking United States of Smash point Blank as he did. The Police is then called to The Hospital by a concerned nurse who noticed one Doctor mumbling about his masters death and how it affected his research) when UA is in need of good publicity. So around September, if my research on the Japanese school year is right.

The Stationary Trio start full steam ahead with their romance, after confessing that they did like each other, they just didn't know how to breach the subject. (I recently saw the 'Save! Rescue Training' OVA and Momo's "I think it's wonderful, it's not a laughing matter." line regarding how serious Tenya is has left it's grip on me.

Some days after, the Mineta Incident happens where Momo and Izumi go on a rant about how great their boyfriend is.

The 1st date happens.

October.

The 1st Cafeteria Incident happens. A week after the famed Stationary Shop Date happens, and they gain their official Ship Name.

Izumi is called for an interview with All Might's PR, and dresses up for it. Tenya walks into a wall seing her, and Momo notices.

The clothes shopping date happens, followed by the girls making sure Tenya was okay with their teasing.

The Second Cafeteria Incident happens.

The Trio confront Monoma on how Kendo treats him, after reading some comments and realizing some things. He's left with much to think.

Hagakure and Ojirou start dating. As do Kaminari and Jirou.

Last week of October, the Kendo Incident happens, with the girl getting transfered from the Hero Course to Gen Ed until a therapist says that she can be moved back. Monoma is also required to take some sessions.

November.

Hagakure and Ojirou split up on amicable terms, the boy confused as to why.

Bakugou notices some things about the Kamijirou relationship that make him pay closer attention.

December.

The week before Winter Break, the class, after being informed by Bakugou that something wasn't okay, stages an intervention for Kaminari and Jirou with Midnight as backup. The pair breaks up and are BOTH put in therapy.

January.

Momo, inspired by the relationship problems they've seen so far, puts the idea forward of using their status as Heroes to promote healthy relationships. Tenya adds that maybe a psychology degree might help. The notebook of ideas is started.

February.

The Valentines Day of Disappointment for most UA girls, due to how the boys react to their chocolates. The girls make Tenya home made chocolate, where Momo uses a bit more of the dark chocolate, with hers ending a bit too bitter, and Izumi puts a bit too much orange extract on hers. Tenya eats them all anyway.

Jirou also gives Kaminari chocolates (his favorites, she asked Sero), the Class takes this as growth. It is.

March.

The White Day of Breakups. No really, other than the Stationary Trio and some select couples, no one in UA has a good White Day.

Tenya gives his girlfriends custom made (research says that White Day gifts are often more expensive so) keychains: Momo gets a black Swan with little red details, while Izumi gets a green rabbit that has white detailing.

Kaminari gets Jirou a box of music themed chocolate. They're both VERY awkward at this point.

The rankings come out and Ojirou finally understand what Hagakure was talking about when they broke up. He apologizes to her, but says he isn't ready to date while focusing on his studies, which she understands.

All is calm until they end of the school year. The Stationary Trio is seen pouring over notebooks often.

*reads up* I think I'm going to need a second ask for the second year are this point...

Gorgeous yes beautiful. This is what happens!

[when42-0fallasleep]

Okay im bacc and this is a mafia AU

Puffs are sisters by bond, grew up together in a shelter of Prof. U before being adopted into different family but still keep the bond then rented the same house after high school. Ruffs are bio triplets of a mob family.

Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup are nicknames they were given at the shelter. The trio still call each other by that name and ppl that are close to them call them that too.

Bloss was named Rosalia bc she was adopted by a Spanish family. Bubbs was named Charlotte. BC was named Auguri (her adopted family was Italian). Thats how Bloss learned Spanish and BC learned Italian. Bloss then also learned French, and BC learned German. Bubbs speaks all of the languages above, being the language genius she is.

They usually teach each others thing. Blossom taught others how to defense one's self with words. Bubbles taught others how to fix some stuffs. BC taught others how to use a riffle and a gun (she was adopted by hunters so she knows how).

Blossom is a law student. She used to be the all that American citizen type but she grew out of it. She still keeps her interest in law so she choose this department. Shes smart but shes not good at emotions and room reading.

Blossom meets Brick everyday in her class. The guy teases her (read: pisses her off) on a daily basis and they usually compete in lectures. Brick actually likes to do that because "she looks like a boiled octopus when shes mad (and thats cute)"

Bubbles is studying to be a tailor. She sometimes design her own stuff but since she dont rlly have the money to make them, she decided to work and study at the same time for it. She is cheerful (obiviously) but she quite the type to keep for herself.

Boomer is one of Bubbles's customer and comes to the shop quite often bc he felt in love with the girl at first sight so he comes to hang out (read: to flirt w Bubbs). The shop's owner is under his dads' influence (not that the employees know abt this) but they dont mind him much bc they used to be the triplets' babysitter.

BC studies cuisine. She usually brings home the food she cooked in class for meals. Girl takes no shit from other and is totes blunt. Shes lowkey headstrong too. She hits the gym and does boxing smt.

BC and Butch are friends at the gym and drinking buddies (and smt fwbs). They usually fight at the ring in the gym to relieve their own stress then hang out (read: drinking) later. BC has a key to Butch's apartment (read: hide out).

The 1st to know abt the shady shit is BC since one time she and Butch got to bar together and some gang around hate the guys face so they decided to, well, gang up the two.

BC was like "bitch I know ur shady af but damn okay wtf" but they dont have much talking time then so Butch just, "put ur boxing glove on bestie we have stress relief outta the gym now" then proceeding to punch ppl.

BC gave him an earful later when they got to Butch's hide out. Butch don't explain much but BC takes it since she knew Butch was being honest to her. Then the guy said "yknow what I actually was gonna ask u out but they saw us together so I'm pretty sure that they think that we're an item now lmao so will u date me?" BC said okay but she smacked him anw.

The 2nd to know was Blossom, a month or two after BC and Butch started dating. They were randomly paired up again so they had to work together, but turned out to just bickering as usual since 1st day working for the task. They met up at a restaurant (that Brick chose) and then some gang pulled up there and scaring ppl off.

Brick decided to lay low at first bc Blossom told up she will sneak a call to the police, but then she was caught. Brick then yelled "fuck this" and proceed on beating ppl. Blossom actually had to stop him from killing someone.

Gang lead realised Brick and yelled to him and spilled out Brick's identity as mob leads' son so Brick punched the guy again. Brick was glad that the restaurant was under his dads' influence and theres no one but him and owner of the place there but then gang lead said "were sorry that were interrupted u and ur girl, pls forgive us!" Then Brick realised, ah fuck, Blossom was still here.

Blossom was there, stunned, and suddenly Brick remembered thats shes here so he was like, "fuck okay, listen, just, don't spill this out." They agreed to never talk abt this incident again. Brick explained to her that yes his dads are mob boss (true), he thinks this life is tiring (true) and he doesnt rlly wanna do this (false). Blossom dont rlly believe that but she knows she shouldnt dig any deeper.

The last one to find out was Bubbs. Unlike her other two sisters, she was kidnapped on her way home. Blossom was staying at school studying. BC got home first, surprised that Bubbs isnt home (normally Bubbs is the 1st to reach there). Her instinct thought that the polices would hold this for too long and Bubbs would be harmed by then, so she called Butch.

Boomer overheard BC's voice on Butch's phone saying, "i need help, i think someone took my sister Bubbles" so he insisted on going w him. Butch be like, "okay, fine?" but did not question more.

BC then met Boomer for the 1st time. She was abt to discuss w them abt the situation but Boomer was like, i know where she works, i frequent that shop. BC raised an eyebrow at that. They did, successfully rescured Bubbs from a gang of human traf.fickers. Bubbs was surprised that Boomer was there, with her sister at that. BC explained everything to her, and said, "well i was hoping for a better scenario to let my bf meet you, but it is what is it i guess" and Bubbs giggled at that.

BC also warned Boomer, "if you lay a single finger on my baby sister's hair, know that i dont give a single fuck abt ur background, blondie, and unlike my other sister, i dont hesitate on dirty my own hands." Boomer rapidly nodded, and Butch whistled at that. Then Boomer realised, "wait, how do you know i like ur sis?" and BC was like, srly? and looked at him dead in the eye, "i saw the way u look at my sis. Im not blind, and the sole fact that ur came to the rescue like a fucking prince charming when ur only heard her name says all."

After the incident, Boomer started to go to the gym that BC and Butch frequent, bc he wanna ask BC how to woo Bubbs. BC usually laughed at how cute that is, and Butch was like, "oh my god my lil bro has grown up" which Boomer grossed out, "eww get ur stinky bloody shit away, bitch"

But it takes Boomer quite long to get from BC that he should find a way to encourage her dream, but do not interfere too much since Bubbs hates ppl underestimate her altho she doesnt say that out. From then Boomer invites BC to their personal gym, and BC was like, why not?

(Welp i havent got any other ides yet (for now lmao) so i gotta end this here)