#First years

[mrmillipede]

young (vacations)

[koifish-kk]

studying 🤔

[tartppola]

bigass dump of yuulis because it was their birthdayyyy!! i was always busy in this period but now i finally have time to draw something of them!! even though it was a little late hgfsghdghfg

i was never rlly an oc person, so i wasn't rlly expecting to get attached for like 5 years straight GAGSGFFGHGG ty for being my muse yuuwischam...

[the-secret-keeper]

Obey Me X Twisted Wonderland Scenario that came to me in a dream. Featuring Mammon!

Obey me!MC and the first years: *studying in a study group on a picnic blanket in the courtyard of the school, with a special guest*

Azul: MC.

Mc, looks up: Yes?

Azul: You're ruining my business!

Mc: How in Twisted Wonderland am I doing that?

Azul, pointing at Epel: You help Epel study, he helps the rest of the Pomefiore first years study.

Azul, pointing at Sebek: You help Sebek study, he helps the rest of the Diasomnia first years study.

Azul, pointing at Ace and Deuce: By proving they can pass, you motivate the other Heartslabyul students to study.

Ace, offended: Hey! We help!

Deuce, sighing: I try, you just brag that you passed at all.

Azul, pointing at Jack: You were already a good student, and I've not heard that you were helping the Savanaclaw first years, but you're on thin ice!

Azul, pointing at Grim, getting more frustrated: I don't know how you're able to pass, you have no thumbs! You can't write!

Mc: *grabs Grim before he can lunge at Azul*

Azul: Ortho, I don't know why you're here, you're smarter than a lot of third years.

Ortho: I like to be included!

Azul: AND-

Azul:....

Azul: Who's that?

Mc: That's Mammon.

Azul:....

Mc: Are you done now?

Azul:....

Mc: I help my friends study because I care about them and I want them to pass. They help the other first years in their dorms study after I help them with the material because no one wants to be your unpaid employee.

Ace: And also we don't like you!

Mc: That too.

Mammon, tugging Mc's sleeve: I did the stupid worksheet.

Mc: *Quickly checks it against the key they have*

Mc: Good job! *gives him a gold star sticker*

Mammon: *smug smiling at your new friends*

Azul: He doesn't go to school here.

Mc: No.

Azul: You let a stranger in.

Mc: His brother let him in, actually.

Azul: Ah. Who is his brother?

Mc: The man meeting with Crowley right now. He cracked interdimensional travel in order to make sure Mammon here would pass his classes.

Azul:....

Azul: He... figured out... how to travel between dimensions?

Azul: So his brother would pass his classes?

Mc, smiling: I'm just that good.

Mammon: Sure are! The only one good enough to help the Great Mammon study!

Mc: Thank you, Mammon.

[theunknownpoetssociety]

first year marauders, my beloveds

first year marauders where James is an absolute mamas boy, writing home every night

first year marauders where Peter is terrified of everything and everyone, and completely attached at the hip to James

first year marauders where Remus is so standoffish and doesn't even want to be at Hogwarts because of his condition

first years marauders where Sirius has realized that he can do whatever he wants so he stays up almost every night

[obsesssedblerd]

Birthday Wishes

Synopsis: You, your kids, and all of your friends and colleagues work together to give your husband, Satoru, the best birthday ever. 

Pairing: husband! Gojo x f! reader

Contains: Teeth-rotting fluff, comfort, angst but i promise it’s brief, canon divergence, reader and gojo are married and they adopted the first years, reader and gojo also have a baby together, the students being students, yuuji planning a party, everyone is happy bc i freaking said so. 

wc: 3.2k

a/n: happy birthday satoru <3 you’re so loved.

likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated <3 (also, if you want to read the first part where they adopt the first years, it’s here!)

barely proofread, sorry for mistakes.

— — — — — 

The first time Satoru felt bothered about birthdays was when he was seven, and he was walking around the city on his own so he wouldn’t have to deal with his annoying trainers. He passed by a park, and he saw a family singing happy birthday to a young boy. He was surrounded by his family and friends, who all looked happy to be there with him. There were presents, a cake that everyone shared, and decorations that the boy loved.

The sight made his heart pinch slightly, and he began imagining how his birthday party would look if the world was perfect and far kinder to him. As he grew older, that pinch on his heart turned into a tight squeeze, an ache that intensified with every minuscule reminder that he truly was alone in this world, no matter what people told him. 

Even though he attempted to shove the idea of birthday parties, celebrations with friends, and a family to hug him tight on his special day to the back of his head so it wouldn’t hurt as much, every year on December 7th, he found himself making a birthday wish when it was late and everyone else was asleep.

I wish I could make friends; when he turned eight. 

I wish I could have a party; when he turned eleven. 

I wish I could have a normal day for once; when he turned fifteen. 

I wish I could stop having nightmares about Toji; when he turned eighteen. 

I wish Suguru would come back; when he turned twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, and twenty-three. 

It was fine. He was the strongest. He shouldn’t feel that way about a birthday. They were stupid and beneath him anyway, right? He’s not like everyone else, even though there was a tiny sliver of something heartbroken within him, constantly screaming about how badly he wanted to be like everyone else. 

–

“Satoru.” 

The nightmare has the same scene as the others. The crowded street in Shinjuku, Satoru’s heavy breathing as he’s desperately blinking back tears, and Suguru, dressed in black, slowly turning around so his back was facing him. 

God, no. Not again. 

“Satoru.” Suguru’s tone is dismissive, and Satoru’s feet are glued to his spot on the sidewalk. He can’t follow him where he’s going. He never could. All he could do is watch as his best friend walks away, leaving him and the friendship they had behind. 

No. Please. 

He knows how this ends, but it still hurts. Around him, the people and buildings start to darken, and the light fades with every step Suguru takes away from him until he’s alone in pitch black. Soon, there’s nothing but a sickening, shadowy silence. 

– 

“Satoru.” 

The voice that calls his name isn’t Suguru’s from the nightmare. It’s soft, feminine, patient, and so full of love. You. He feels fingers tenderly brush against his cheek, and he stirs in his sleep with a small groan. 

“Baby,” you call him again. “It's time to wake up.” 

Satoru’s eyes flicker open, and he’s met with your smiling face. He looks around the large bedroom that you two share, remembers that life is so, so much different now, and exhales in relief. He sits up in the bed, and he looks over at the digital clock on the nightstand. “Oh, wow, it’s past noon?” 

“Well, yeah,” you say with a small, quiet laugh. “We all thought you should sleep in today.” Your hand finds his cheek again, and you lean in so you can kiss his forehead. “Happy birthday, Toru. I love you so much.” 

“Oh?” He looks at the clock again to check the date. Sure enough, it’s December 7th. 

However, the ache that he’s felt for most of his life wasn’t there. Since falling in love with you, it’s been replaced with a comforting, gentle warmth. For the last few years, he’s actually looked forward to his birthday, because it meant another year and more experiences with you and the family you two made together. More time, more love.

He smiles up at you and hugs you close to him so he can rest his head on your tummy, allowing you to rake your fingers through his snow-colored hair, which was messy from sleeping all morning. “Thank you, pretty girl. I love you, too.” 

Once he’s done brushing his teeth and washing his face, you appear in the bathroom door again. An adorable, yet frustrated whine from your side makes him look down, and you laugh, shifting your baby so she’s in front of you instead of resting on your hip. “Someone is a little upset that she didn’t get her morning cuddles from Daddy.”

Satoru chuckles at that, and he takes his daughter from you right as she starts reaching for him, her blue eyes light with adoration and excitement. “Aw, ‘m sorry, princess. I was sleepy.” He rains kisses on her chubby cheeks until she bursts with giggles, and Satoru can’t help but grin, gently stroking the girl’s hair—colored exactly like yours except for a few white strands. “How has your morning been, Riko? Hope you’ve been good to Mommy.” 

“She was whining for a while because she didn’t know where you were, but other than that, she was great.” 

He carries Riko and follows you out of your bedroom. Like every time he’s in the hallway, Satoru finds his favorite picture hanging on the wall. It was from the evening when Riko was born. Kento was kind enough to take a picture of you and Satoru holding her. The three teenagers you adopted, Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara, were surrounding the bed with teary eyes and happy smiles. 

Speaking of. 

“Hey, the house is as quiet as the day we moved in,” Satoru says. “Where’s our other three kids?” 

“Hm? Oh, they’re taking care of some things at the school right now,” you reply once you reach the living room where the first of many gift bags rested on the couch. You lift it up for him to see, and Satoru gasps excitedly. “Oooh, a present?!” 

“Duh, silly. It’s your birthday.” You trade him the present for Riko, and you point towards the notecard that was taped on the gift. “That’s a clue. When you’re done opening that, get dressed. You’re going to be going on a little scavenger hunt for the rest of your gifts.” 

“Oooh, interesting. Can I teleport?” 

You frown, and Riko cosigns with an adorable pout and whine. “Absolutely not. That takes the fun out of it.” 

Satoru scoffs with a roll of his eyes, but his smile doesn’t fade. He starts opening the present, and you sneakily open your messages to text one of your sons. 

You: We’re about to leave the house. It’s 1pm right now. Do you think you guys can be done by four? I’ll do everything I can to stall him.

Yuuji: 100%. We got this! :)

— — — 

“Alright, everyone!” Yuuji calls out to the rest of the group. “Mom just left the house with Dad. We only have about three hours to get everything there and set up! Everyone ready?” 

“All ready,” Yuuta replies as he places three more bags full of party supplies in the back of Kento’s car. “Ino is with Kugisaki and Inumaki right now. They’re at the bakery grabbing the cake.” 

“I bet you lunch tomorrow that someone here is eventually going to drop the cake.” Yuki chortles.

Maki snickers as she loads a box into the trunk, using her free hand to ruffle Yuuta’s hair when she passes him. “I agree with her. There’s always some type of tragedy when setting up surprise birthday parties.” 

“Ladies, please. Let’s not speak that into existence,” Choso says. “I heard that [Y/N] spent quite a bit of money on that cake.” 

Next to Yuuji, Megumi taps his shoulder to get his attention. “Do you think he used his Six Eyes to see the presents we hid in the library?” 

“Well, Mom said he woke up a bit late. He had to get ready before starting the scavenger hunt she set up, plus Riko’s an adorable distraction, so I doubt it.” 

Megumi nods, then peeks at his phone. “Okay, got Mom’s location. They’re about thirty minutes away from home. Now’s our chance.” 

“I’ll have Ichiji meet the students at the bakery once they’re ready,” Kento Nanami says, pulling his jacket on to fight the December chill. “I would hate for them to have to catch the subway back.” 

–

“Holy crap.” Takuma Ino’s surprised voice echoes throughout the living room where everyone else is setting up for the party. “This is where you guys live now? This place is huge!” 

“Yup!” Nobara answers as she takes off her shoes and places them next to the others near the door. “Amazing, right? I truly had no idea how much money Dad had until I saw this place. There’s rich, and then there’s stupid rich.” 

Megumi pauses filling up a balloon and turns towards her with a small, amused smile. “I thought you learned that when you spilled something on one of his shirts and nearly fainted when I told you how much it cost.” 

At the memory, Yuuji snickers. “Then we tried to shove it in your shirt to hide it.” 

Megumi rolls his eyes. “Like the idiots you two are.” 

“If anyone is used to how much Gojo likes to spend on clothes, it’s definitely Megumi,” Maki says as she tapes a blue tablecloth down on the table. 

“Yeah, he’s known him the longest. Has Gojo-sensei always lived here?” Yuuta asks. “I never heard him talk about a house this size.”

Megumi shakes his head. “He had no intention of living here. This place was a gift from the Gojo clan. He showed me once when I was nine, then never brought it up again. He had a small place near the school he stayed at.” 

“Then he fell in love?” Yuki asks with an excited grin. 

“Then he fell in love,” Ieiri Shoko replies. She smiles as she points at the portrait of you and Satoru on your wedding day hanging on the wall. “Moved here, adopted those three, then [Y/N] had Riko.” 

“Speaking of Riko, why couldn’t she be here?” Nobara asks with a small whine. “I was hoping to hold my baby sister while you all set up for the party.” 

Panda scoffs. “You could help, y’know.” 

“I did help! I went to go get the cake! Right, Toge?” 

Toge, who was helping Yuuta with some decorations, nods with a thumbs-up. “Salmon.” 

“Alright, guys, the table for the presents is all set up,” Maki says. “Leave your gifts here.” 

“I’ll go grab ours from the library!” Yuuji announces, then taps his older brother on the shoulder. “Could you give me a hand? There’s quite a few.” 

“Of course.” 

Choso follows Yuuji to the sunroom that you and Satoru turned into your at-home library. He finds the presents stashed in the corner behind one of the bookshelves, and starts to lift a few of them. 

“Wow,” Choso breathes out. “This is a lot of books.” 

“Yeah, Mom reads a lot. Her and Megumi spend a lot of time here,” Yuuji replies.

Choso helps by grabbing a stack of presents, and smiles at his words. “I’m glad to see how happy and comfortable you are here. All three of you.” 

“I still can’t believe it. Like, a part of me still thinks that this is a dream and I’m going to wake up back in the dorms, still attached to Sukuna.” 

When Choso’s smile falters, Yuuji changes the subject. “You should come over more often. I know you and Yuki are incredibly busy, but I still want to teach you how to play video games.” 

“I’ll make time. And I—” 

“OH, NO!!!” 

The loud chorus of fearful gasps and screams make Yuuji and Choso drop what’s in their arms, and they sprint down the long halls back to the living room. “What is it?!” Yuuji exclaims. 

Toge turns around with a gulp, then shakily points towards the ground. “Mustard leaf,” he whispers. Yuuji looks to where he’s pointing, then gasps in horror, nausea swimming in his gut.  

The cake is splattered across the floor. 

Ieiri releases a loud sigh to break the silence, and she drags her hand down her face. “And there’s our tragedy.” 

Megumi shakes his head. “I blame Maki and Yuki for speaking it into existence.”

“Well I blame Takuma for dropping the damn thing,” Maki snaps back.

“I said I was sorry!!” Takuma shouts, looking as nauseous as Yuuji felt.

“Oh, no. Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no!” Yuuji’s heart pounds, and he yanks his phone out of his pocket to check the time. They only have about forty more minutes if they want to be done on time. What now? How can I fix this? 

“Okay, no one panic. That won’t get us anywhere.” Kento says. “First things first, let’s get this cleaned up. Itadori, call [Y/N] and let her know what happened.” 

“Yeah, he’s right. Besides, this isn’t the first time we had a cake dropped on someone’s birthday, remember?” Yuuta gently pats his shoulder. “It’ll be alright. We’ll clean up.”

Right, he needs to call you. As everyone else either helps clean the mess or continues setting up, Yuuji steps outside where it’s quieter. He waits for a couple of seconds, then presses the green button near your contact to call you. 

“Hey Yuuji, is everything alright?” You softly ask him once the line connects. 

He swallows hard. “Hi. Uh- Yeah, things are fine. How’s Dad doing?” 

“He’s currently showing Riko around the butterfly garden where we confessed that we loved each other for the first time. He’s having way more fun on this hunt than I anticipated. We might be about twenty minutes late. I figured it wouldn’t be too much of a problem, just in case you all needed more time.” 

“Well…” He mutters sadly. “We messed up the cake. I don’t know what to do. I can’t imagine throwing a birthday party and not having a cake.” 

“It’s okay. Are Yaga and Utahime there yet?” 

“No. They mentioned that they’d have to work late so they wouldn’t be able to help set up. They’ll be at the party, though.” 

“Good. Have either Kento or Ieiri call and ask them to stop by the bakery closer to our house. Yaga will know exactly what to get, okay?” 

The knot in Yuuji’s chest eases. “You had a back-up plan.”

You laugh at that. “If being a sorcerer and being in love with the one and only Satoru Gojo has taught me anything, it’s to always have a plan B, and sometimes a plan C. Everything’s going to be alright. I promise.” 

“I’m really sorry about the cake. I know you spent a lot on that. Gosh, I just really wanted everything to be perfect, and—” 

“Yuuji,” you sigh. “It will be perfect. He’ll be so excited that you even came up with this plan and brought everyone together for it. You tried your best, and no one got hurt. That’s more than enough. Yaga is going to pick up Satoru’s favorite treat, and we’ll put his candles with that. All of the guests will have the cake he brings. Don’t beat yourself up.” 

“Thanks, Mom.” 

“Of course, honey. Chin up, okay? Finish strong. I’m so proud of you for planning all of this. It wasn’t easy, but you did it. I’ll see you all soon.” 

“See you soon.” When Yuuji hangs up the phone, he’s overcome with a burst of determination. Finish strong. I can do this. He walks back into the house with his head held high.

– – – 

“Satoru, did you really have to buy her so many butterfly clips for her hair?” You ask as you hold up the souvenir bag from the butterfly garden. “Riko’s going to be wearing these for the rest of her life.” 

“Of course I did. Look how cute they are in her hair!” He lowers his head so he can talk to Riko, who’s safe in your arms. “Right, princess? Of course you need sixty butterfly clips. I would’ve gotten you a million of them if I could.” When the baby giggles in response, he kisses the top of her head. 

In his hands are all of the gifts he’s received throughout the day. Clothes, accessories, cologne, a new watch, and a detailed birthday card and love letter from you. Satoru spent the whole afternoon smiling that you’re certain that his face will be sore tomorrow morning. 

“This was so much fun, pretty girl,” he tells you as you approach the front door of the house. “Thank you. I’m so grateful for you.” He begins unlocking the door, and you struggle to contain your excited grin. This is it. 

“Still wondering what’s going on with Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara,” Satoru mumbles as he opens the door and switches on the light. “I really hope they didn’t take a mission today—” 

“SURPRISE!!!” 

Satoru stops in his tracks, and the shock is so great that he lifts his blindfold to take all of it in. His colleagues, his students, and his three teenagers are all here in the living, wearing blue party hats and using noise blowers. There’s balloons, a banner that reads, Happy birthday, Satoru, and a table full of presents and cakes. 

He looks over at you with wide eyes, then back at everyone else in the room. “A party?” He whispers. “Did you plan this?” 

You shake your head. “Actually, he did,” you say as you point at Yuuji, who was standing in the front with Nobara and Megumi. “I planned your scavenger hunt, and he planned your party.” 

“I hope you like it,” Yuuji says as he steps forward with his dessert, neatly topped with a few lit candles. “Happy birthday. Thanks for being so incredible. From stopping my execution all the way to adopting me, you really changed my life. You changed all of our lives.” 

Your heart swells at the scene, and the crowd ‘aww’s. Yuuji does a small countdown, and everyone starts singing happy birthday to him. Satoru thinks back to the child he was; how he watched from a distance as that boy in the park was surrounded by love, and how he yearned to be in his spot. Now, he is. 

Once they’re finished singing, Satoru reaches forward and hugs Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara all at once. “Thank you,” he whispers to them. “You all changed my life, too.” When he pulls away, he looks down at the still-lit candles, then glances at you. 

“Go on, love,” you tell him quietly, wiping away the happy tears that formed in the corner of your eyes. “Make a wish.” 

Satoru thinks about his past again, and how he spent all of his birthdays wishing to be somewhere else, something else, someone else. But as he looks at you and the daughter you blessed him with, the three kids he would choose in every lifetime, the students he cared so much about, and his colleagues from Jujutsu Tech that all came here for him, he desperately wanted to stay himself and stay where he is.

I wish for another safe year, full of love, he thinks to himself, then blows out the candles.

[ducksido]

Heyo love ur writing <3

Just wanted to know like, how do you think the freshmen waste time together? Like…are there cuddle piles (that Sebek and Jack begrudgingly agreed to) or just games???

Here are my thoughts + one-shot >:) and thank you 💗💗

Cuddle Pile… or Something Like It

It started with Yuu, Grim, and Ortho—Grim wants warmth, Yuu is touchy, and Ortho thinks human bonding rituals are fascinating.

Epel joins in casually; he’s used to cousin-dog-piles back home.

Deuce hesitates but melts once he's in. Ace teases, but he ends up dead center.

Sebek yells about "dignity" and "respecting Lord Malleus’s honor"… as he slowly sits on the edge with crossed arms.

Jack grumbles about “personal space” but lies down next to them to "keep an eye on Grim."

Within 10 minutes, everyone’s asleep or talking softly. It's more of a blanket tangle than a neat pile, and Sebek is the first to wake up and pretend it never happened.

Game Nights:

Card games: Uno, but with magic. Grim eats a few cards.

Deuce plays earnestly. Ace cheats with sleight of hand.

Ortho is a walking game console and sometimes links everyone into a magical VR session.

Epel and Jack have fierce Mario Kart–esque battles. Yuu and Ortho add silly commentary.

Sebek is banned from Monopoly-type games due to one (1) table-flipping incident.

“Study” Sessions (with snacks)

They gather to “study” in Ramshackle. It turns into chaos: Grim steals food, Ace distracts Deuce, Yuu gives up and braids Jack’s tail, Ortho projects silly holograms.

Epel brings homemade snacks. Sebek tries to enforce structure but caves when Jack offers him jerky.

Impromptu Talent Shows

Ace and Epel do stupid magic tricks.

Ortho sings in autotune mode.

Yuu tries to juggle.

Jack accidentally breaks something.

Grim demands a “royal performance” as the host.

“Training” that becomes goofing off

Deuce and Jack take it seriously at first.

Sebek joins shouting about drills and discipline.

But then someone tackles someone (usually Ace or Grim), and it devolves into tag, dodgeball, or wrestling.

Epel usually wins the wrestling matches with surprise tactics.

Ortho logs their antics as “physical bonding exercises.”

ONE-SHOT

The wind howled outside the crumbling walls of Ramshackle Dorm, rattling the windows like some ghost desperate for attention. Inside, the eight of you were packed into the lounge like sardines in a soup can—warm, loud, and a little chaotic.

“Why are we doing this again?” Jack muttered, arms crossed, legs tucked uncomfortably on a couch way too small for his frame.

“Because it’s freezing, we have no classes, and my paws are turning into ice cubes,” Grim replied, aggressively burrowing under a blanket like a ferret on a mission. “Also, I called dibs on Yuu’s lap.”

You patted Grim’s head absentmindedly as he nestled in, your blanket spread across both of you. “It’s called bonding, Jack. Team-building. Memory-making.”

“It’s called wasting valuable training time,” Sebek snapped, standing stiffly near the window like a military guard on patrol. “Lord Malleus would never—”

“Sebek.” Deuce raised a hand like he was asking a question in class. “Would Malleus get mad if you had fun?”

“…That is irrelevant.”

“Then sit your dramatic butt down and join the cuddle pile, dude,” Ace called from the floor where he and Epel were already wrapped in twin blankets, playing a card game with Ortho acting as the dealer/projector.

Sebek growled something about “honor” and “dignity” and “protecting the weak,” but finally relented, settling with the rigidity of a plank onto the carpet beside Jack—who scooted a little away.

“I’m not cuddling,” Jack said firmly.

“No one asked you to,” Epel muttered. “You’re like a space heater anyway. Yer the one we all sit next to.”

“Guys, guys, I added new settings to the card game,” Ortho chirped, eyes flashing. “If someone cheats, their cards explode in glitter.”

“Wait what?!” Ace yelped just as his hand erupted into shimmering blue sparkles. “Ortho!”

“Gotcha,” Ortho giggled. “System integrity breach—cheater detected.”

“Not fair!” Ace wheezed, flailing his glitter-covered hands. “I was testing it for science!”

“Sure ya were,” Epel snorted. “Hey Yuu, tell Ace he’s banned from glitter-based games.”

You lifted your hand like a royal decree. “I hereby declare Ace Trappola: King of Sparkles and forever banished from sneaky card tricks.”

Ace groaned and flopped back dramatically onto Deuce’s legs, who pushed him off half-heartedly but didn’t try too hard.

The card game faded away as the warmth from the room settled in. The couch held you, Grim, and Ortho now—Grim asleep, Ortho humming softly while scrolling through some virtual screen projected in front of him. On the floor, Epel laid across Jack’s lap, clearly having claimed the wolf beastman as a mattress. Jack grumbled but let it happen. Ace used a spare pillow to lean against Sebek, who did not move, but also did not complain.

And Deuce?

Deuce had made a nest of throw blankets and was currently snoring quietly with a note stuck to his forehead: “Do Not Disturb—Future Honor Student at Rest.”

You didn’t even know who wrote it. Possibly Grim. Possibly Ace.

The wind kept howling, but inside the dorm, the only sounds were soft breathing, occasional snorts from Grim, and Ortho’s quiet humming.

No magic problems. No overblots. No exams.

Just a lazy afternoon with your crew. A still frame in a year of chaos.

You closed your eyes, warmth blooming in your chest.

Yeah. This was nice. This was home.

[lostasterries]

shuush they eepy

I'll color it when school isn't hectic anymore:[

bonus:

[vqnrouged]

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : showing cater some love & affection in the early morning

𝐚/𝐧 : i have risen from the dead once again for a cater diamond oneshot, he seriously deserves more love

Cater Diamond is a complicated individual. Each smile he wears and each photo he posts is carefully scripted to go along with the play he has acted in since he was a child. A detailed mask is worn to convey the personality that his sisters crafted for him; a masquerade that will never end. This poor performer will dance a sorrowful ballet until he leaves this Earth.

Few times has Cater Diamond dropped his mask, tied it too loose. Meeting you became the pivotal moment in his story; an unfortunate soul that managed to land themselves in an unknown world had landed on his doorstep. You hardly let that fact bring you down, and he greatly admired it. You were resilient and brave, consistently putting your life on the line for the sake of your fellow students. Not to mention the pureness of your heart and the kindness you offered to everyone; how could he not fall for you?

Though, his favorite part about you was your understanding nature. When each overblot victim had recovered, you were one of the first people at their sides when they awoke. He recalls the occurrence with his housewarden, Riddle Rosehearts, who had broken down into tears with apologies when he realized how harsh his ruling had became. Though worn out yourself, you returned the next morning to his bedside in the nurse's office. Around the same time, Cater had come for a visit as well. Some words were spoken between you and Riddle, something along the lines of “I’m your friend, and friends help each other. If you need me, I’ll be there.”

Cater had to admit; he wished someone would tell him the very same. His time was constantly spent pondering what the people around him thought of him. Was he too annoying? Did he care a little too much? It had begun to reach the point of precious sleep being lost over such thoughts. He was reaching his breaking point.

That was when your kindness had finally reached him first hand. It was during another unbirthday party, and it was going swimmingly. No mishaps had occurred, and the tea was steeped to perfection. Everything had to be perfect since the prefect was the special guest at this very party. Cater wasted no time taking a seat next to you, chatting you up like there was no tomorrow. But soon came the most difficult part of any unbirthday; the sugary confections.

The array of pastries was wide, name one and it was most definitely in the spread. Magicam worthy for sure, and the orange haired boy made it a point to take lots of pics. But, the snapshots of the unbirthday were not Cater Diamond's problem. No, it was having to force down the sugar coated desserts. He always ate at least one to keep up the mask, but each bite was like pulling teeth; painstaking. He could feel a little part of him die as he swallowed pieces of fruit tarts, wishing it would end. A part of him wished someone would notice his distaste; no one ever did.

But, you did. The flash of a grimace on his face upon seeing the citrus tart placed upon the fragile china in front of him was enough to tell you he was not okay. You yourself had picked a savory pastry on the spicier side, and gazed upon it with much thought. Then, it happened. With a quick hand, you replaced Cater’s plate with your own. Before he could utter a word about what had just happened, you held a finger up to your lips. And even more precious than that, you smiled at him.

It wasn’t just a simple smile, it was one that said something he had longed to hear.

“It’s okay.”

He never forgot it. Your welcoming aura didn’t simply stop there, it spread to other facets of his life. School, online, and even when he was alone. He simply couldn’t get you off his mind; you were like a parasite. Though, you weren’t invasive like a parasite. You were warm. You were precious. You were you.

It had gotten to the point where Cater Diamond could not tell who Cater Diamond was any longer.

Were his feelings for you true or simply another hardwired response to someone showing even a lick of admiration for who he truly was? It was not until after you awoke him from his dream that he realized just how serious he was about you. You put in the effort of awakening him from his dream, not simply because of obligation, but because you wanted to. You wanted to save him. You didn’t care about his dream of being the Trick King, or the fact he nearly burst into tears at the realization you had seen his dream with you. Of all people, you chose him.

And now, he got to wake up next to you every morning.

A bright light permeated through the red curtains of Cater’s room, nearly blinding him as he awoke from his slumber. He blinked a few times, adjusting his eyes to the brightness of the room. They flicked around a few times before they landed on the figure beside him; you.

How peaceful you looked while sleeping. Though he kind of felt like a creep for staring. He simply couldn’t help it; you were such a cutie in his eyes. Your hair splayed across the silly diamond shaped pillows he specially picked out for his bed, painting the pale orange with a different color he had come to adore. Your eyes were loosely shut, enjoying the uninterrupted sleep. Taking care of the ADeuce duo as well as Grim did take its toll, he’s sure.

Cater smiled softly as he lightly nuzzled back into your neck, and let out a breathy sigh. He almost didn’t want to wake up. He wanted to stay with you like this forever, wrapped in each other's arms with no one to interrupt the intimacy you craved from one another. But, duty calls.

Carefully unraveling himself from your arms, Cater replaced the covers over your still sleeping body. He then tip-toed over to his desk where the box of new makeup and skincare products rested, making sure as he took each item out to stay as quiet as he possibly could. His tripod was already set up at the bench at the foot of his bed, leaving the final step to be filming his video.

With a huff, he prepared to put on his persona. He put on his cute headband, one with the silly diamond mascot he had come to actually enjoy. However, as he reached for the record button, he heard a raspy voice from behind him.

“Cay, would you please come back to bed?”

His head snapped back to face the voice, you. Hair tousled, half-lidded eyes still adjusting to the light, and a sleepy pout present on your face. You were completely and utterly adorable, the most precious thing he had ever had ever laid eyes on. Oh how he wanted to crawl back into bed.

A saddened sigh left his lips, his eyes staring into the camera lense. In it, he saw his reflection. Underneath his eyes were dark circles, though, not as dark as he had presumed they might be. He lifted a finger and ran it across his under eye in hopes it would help wake him up.

“[Name], I have to film this get ready with me.” He muttered

A frown spread across your face, arms pushing your body up to reach closer to the foot of the bed. You carefully reached your arms over Cater’s shoulders, pulling him in for a warm embrace. “Can’t it wait? I’d like to enjoy a few more minutes in bed with my boyfriend.”

“[Name].”

Your hand lifted to touch his cheek, turning his face so he could look at your eyes. Just as Cater had noticed his own signs of sleep deprivation, you were ever quicker than him. You softly ran your fingers over them, cold as they were, they did help the orange haired boy awaken. “You can’t hide those eye circles from me either, love.”

Cater pouted, feeling stubborn. A sigh left your lips. “Let’s make a deal. We go back to bed for thirty more minutes, then when we wake up we can film your video, together.”

A heated debate was waged through intense eye contact between the two of you, but there could only be one winner.

And it was not Cater.

“Deal, but you better be ready to not be able to move for those thirty minutes!” He exclaimed

“What-?”

Within seconds, Cater jumped up from his spot on the floor and into your arms. He nuzzled deep into your neck with his arms around you in a vice grip so you wouldn’t be able to get up; not that you minded. Your own arms couldn’t help but return the favor, bundling the two of you together. “Where’d the sudden burst of energy appear from?” You whispered.

You ran your hands languidly through his light orange hair, basking in the soft texture. A relaxed smile spread across his face as he leaned into your warm touch, nearly falling asleep once again. Hands then caressed his cheeks before thumbs ran over his dark circles; his skin soft to the touch. Despite how much you worried about his lack of sleep, you could not deny that you found him absolutely adorable when he was tired.

“You’re still so handsome even when you’re sleep deprived.” You whispered.

A light blush spread across his cheeks as he stared at you, then he buried himself lightly into your chest. You then gave him a little pinch on the cheek. “Getting shy now, Cay?” You teased.

“Not at all, cutie.” He retorted, his voice becoming a murmur against your body.

A chuckle left your lips as you settled further in the bed. “Sweet dreams, Cay.”

“The same goes for you, hon.”

@𝐯𝐪𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐝 — ˚ ✦ . ˚. - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.

[astro-stars]

loopy yuu

Ace and Deuce were in full panic mode. Yuu, for some inexplicable reason (most likely Grim's fault), was a bit… off. Her eyes were unfocused, her steps wobbly, and every other word out of her mouth was enough to make Ace choke on air.

"Yuu, please stay still!" Deuce pleaded, trying to corral her like a stray cat. "You’re going to get us into so much trouble!"

Yuu, however, had no intention of staying still. She dramatically threw her arms out like she was about to take flight and stumbled toward the main building of Night Raven College. “Did you guys ever notice how Crowley’s cloak looks like it’s trying to escape him? Like… maybe it’s alive? Like a little… baby bat that grew up and decided to be fabric instead of a bat?”

“WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?” Ace shouted, grabbing her by the arm and trying to guide her back in the opposite direction.

She looked at him, dead serious. “Don’t you think Cater’s magicam selfies are, like, really sad sometimes? Like… the dude has three clones, but he’s still lonely.”

Ace’s jaw dropped. “Okay, first of all, ouch, and second, stop psychoanalyzing people while you’re like this!”

Deuce, who had been frantically trying to block her path, whipped his head around. “Wait, is that true? Should we… talk to Cater about it?”

“No, Deuce, focus! The problem right now is her!” Ace snapped, motioning toward Yuu, who had somehow wriggled free and was now examining a random statue like it held the meaning of life.

“This gargoyle has more emotional intelligence than Riddle,” she announced solemnly, patting the stone creature on the head.

“Oh, Seven—RIDDLE HEARD THAT!” Ace panicked, glancing around like their housewarden was about to materialize out of thin air.

Deuce finally managed to grab Yuu by the shoulders and steer her back toward the dorm. “Alright, no more wandering off. You’re going back to your room. This is a disaster.”

But Yuu wasn’t done. “Leona’s tail is so soft. Do you think it’s real, or do you think he’s hiding, like… a SECOND tail underneath it? To be dramatic?” she asked, her voice dripping with wonder.

Ace looked like he was about to combust. “Can you PLEASE stop saying weird things about housewardens of all people?!”

Yuu blinked up at him. “Fine. But I’m just saying, Azul’s office smells like freshly printed money and disappointment.”

Deuce’s grip tightened as Ace slapped a hand over his face, groaning. “Why us? Why did this have to happen to us?”

“Because,” Yuu said sagely, her loopy smile widening. “You’re my best boys, and I love you both soooo much.”

For a moment, Ace and Deuce froze. Then they exchanged awkward, flustered looks.

“Yeah, yeah,” Ace muttered, his ears a little red. “We love you too, dummy. Now let’s get you back before you say something that gets us all obliterated by Malleus.”

“She’d probably just call him handsome or something,” Deuce mumbled under his breath.

Yuu gasped, her face lighting up. “That’s such a good idea! I should go find him and tell him how shiny his horns are—”

“NO, YOU ABSOLUTELY SHOULD NOT!” they both yelled in unison, practically dragging her away before she could make good on the idea.

here’s a draft my loves!! i’m so sorry i haven’t been posting for so long, writers block ☹️

[lanirawhoney]

First year KageHina for @belatinysun

"hinata makes kageyama freely laugh for the first time and his heart almost explodes seeing his bf's adorable giggles"

[incorrectjjkquotes]

Yuuji: Are leaves called leaves because they leave the tree? Nobara: Do they even want to leave though? What if the tree makes them leave? Megumi: I will fucking make the two of you leave if you don’t shut up, it’s 3 AM.

[caitchercatlady]

How the TWST Boys Spend Valentine's Day w/You!

The First Years

Ace Trappola

Will be tsundere about it, but with your urging, he takesyou out on the town and will let you pick anything as a present...as long as it doesn't break his wallet...and it's something you can wear for the rest of the day, so you can show it off to everyone. (Ace doesn't mind.) In the night, the two of you will gaze up at the stars. Ace will even pick one to name after you. Will he get the kiss? On the cheek, perhaps.

Deuce Spade

Will surprise you first thing after class with a Blastcycle ride to the ocean. You two will spend teh whole sunset playing in the water, making a wreck of your uniforms. During a short chase game, Deuce catches you, lifting you over the water as you kick some splashes into the open air. Your faces are connecting. Without thinking, Deuce kisses you and he'll only regret it if you react negatively. To both of your surprises, you don't.

Jack Howl

He's not gonna be one to say it, but he's likely the first year to think of this day the most. Jack's been twiddling his thumbs on how you'd react to his surprise. He's not one to go big and public with things like this, but that doesn't matter to you. Jack challenges you to a tree climbing race. It's not like you'll beat him, but the high view of the sunset is worth it. He wants to kiss you, and you know it. You reach for a cheek kiss, but at the last second, Jack whips his head and meets your lips. His tail wags and when he notices, his skin boasts a tomato red. He tries to pretend it didn't happen, but the both of you know it's useless.

Epel Felmier

Hasn't been a fan of the holiday as he's usually the last Valentine's choice. Now that his eyes are set on you, he can't ignore it. It's the morning of, and Epel has been working sleepless on his gift. You arrive to class to find your seat has been decked out in so many sweets that it makes Grim drool. Professor Trein is not pleased, but what's he to do? Underneath the potluck, there sits a heart-shaped card, singing your praises and popping the V-Day question. After class ends, you run out to meet Epel in the hall. Before he can speak, you surprise-kiss him, causing his face to go red as the apples he carves.

Ortho Shroud (Platonic!)

The little robo boy always wanted to partake in the festivities but didn't know how. You offered to teach Ortho how to make cards for friends. Construction paper, markers, scissors, and sentiment are all you need. Not surprising to you, Ortho catches onto the crafts task very quickly...a little too quickly. He makes so many paper hearts that the two of you are unsure how to do anything with them. Ortho, with his fast thinking skills, tosses the paper hearts and decorates the entire living room of Ramshackle with them, shimmering in glittery glory (Ortho's made sure not to get any glitter anywhere it shouldn't be). He asks if this pleases you, and you kiss his cheek to express your appreciation towards your robo friend. Yes. Ortho's first real Valentine's Day is a success.

Sebek Zigvolt

Such folly is not something Sebek would ever decide to partake in. If anything, he finds the concept of dedicating a day to find one's love within 24 hours absurd. There are better things that he can be doing. You jab at him that he only thinks that because Sebek doesn't have a romantic bone in his body. Sebek resents that and goes to prove the opposite. He arranges a date for the day and takes you out for a beautiful horse ride through nature as the sunset slowly sets to the west. At the end of the ride, back to the stables, you are greeted by a stunning setup of flowers. For someone who wasn't interested in Valentine's Day, Sebek had this all figured out. As he helps you off the horse, you sneak him a kiss on the nose as a thank you. Oh, you can't wait to tell everyone how red Sebek's face got.

[webco-dawnn]

Haikyuu First Year Headcanons !!

Tsukishima

When you ask to try on his glasses, he'd let out a scoff and say no, but with a little more begging, he eventually gives in and lets you try them on. He will never admit it, but seeing you with his glasses on (even if he couldn't see too well) was a cute sight he'd remember forever.

I know this is kinda cliche since this is in every headcanon post ever, but you two have study dates, sometimes with the other first years tagging along. But when it's just the two of you, he'll visibly be a little more gentle. When you don't understand something, he'll act annoyed that he has to explain it again, but in reality he actually doesn't mind and really likes it when you ask for help since it known that you feel safe around him.

One time Akiteru walked in on you guys cuddling. Tsukishima paid Akiteru half of his allowance for a month to keep him quiet about it. (Though Akiteru wasn't even going to tell anyone in the first place, but money is money, so he accepted it)

Tsukishima doesn't really enjoy pda.. he thinks it's gross to watch couples make out in the corner of a room or to the side of the hallway, but he'll make exceptions for you. if you wanna hold hands in front of a crowd, you bet he's going to. Before he leaves his last class to go to volleyball practice, he'll press a quick kiss to your cheek, forehead, or even your lips if he feels like it. but that's the most he'll ever do.

Kageyama

EVERYTHING is a competition between you two. Who can get to class first, who can text back the fastest, etc. But it's always a friendly competition. If he sees that you're not in the mood for it, he won't push it, and instead push everything else away to make sure that you're okay.

Sometimes he'll just have his head in your lap, your hands playing with his hair while he rants about volleyball. Whether you understand it or not, he's glad that you at least listen to him rant about the one thing he loves the most (he loves you more, of course)

Sometimes (most of the time) he gets bad grades which often ends in tutoring by you.. Even though you two are supposed to be tutoring after school, most of the time it ends in cuddling or making out. There has never been a successful tutoring session between you two.

sometimes he'll just invite you over to have "napping dates" which is exactly what it sounds like. he'll ask you if you wanna come over, when you come over, you two will cuddle in bed and nap together. He often asks this after a stressful test or a stressful game that's about to come up. it usually calms the both of you down.

Hinata

He'll try and get you to play volleyball with him, begging for hours on end. When you finally give in to play with him, he starts explaining the basics with a cute spark of excitement lighting his eyes up. If you get injured, he'll tend to those injuries with no complaint, only asking you if you're okay the whole time. (And apologizing, saying that it was his fault for dragging you outside and playing volleyball with him.)

You're most likely taller than him, and if you are, you have to bend down to give him a kiss. Sometimes, you tease him. When you can tell that he wants a kiss, you sometimes don't bend down, which results in Hinata jumping up and clinging onto you to get to your height. If you're shorter than him or just about the same height as him, he'll still cling onnto you like a koala.

Even if he is shorter than you (maybe, idk how tall you guys are..) he's still the big spoon. He loves recieving cuddles and all, but he likes giving out cuddles and affection more. He'll wrap his arms tightly around you, keep you close, tightening his grip every few minutes. He'll press kisses to your forehead and whisper how pretty you are into your ears while playing with a few strands of your hair.

Once Hinata gets comfortable in his relationship with you, he will never leave you alone. he's like a little lapdog. he'll climb into your lap randomly, lay his head on your chest and just listen to your heart beat, shower your face in soft kisses while you're trying to study. he's a sucker for affection.

Yamaguchi

He gets a little nervous when showing any affection. When he grabs onto your hand to hold, his palm is a little clammy and kinda sweaty since he's pretty anxious.. He'll keep a tight hold on your hand, not letting go unless you want to, of course. he doesn't want to scare you off by acting possessive.

Right after he confesses how he feels about you, (which happened at the end of lunch in the hallway) his next class was about to start, so he impulsively leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before running away.

Anytime you call him a pet name or nickname he gets FLUSTERED. his face turns red, he starts stuttering and stumbling over his words, he's visibly SHAKING. but he loves it. he's just a little nervous ..

Yamaguchi LOVES it when you play with his hair. when you cuddle with him, he tries to sneakily get you to play with his hair by tucking his head right beneath your chin. Or he'll say something like, "I don't mind if you play with my hair.. y'know.. if you wanna," just to try and coax you to do it. you catch onto it pretty quickly, but you're not even mad. it's cute how he tries to get you to play with his hair without outwardly saying it. but you end up fidgeting with his hair Everytime.

[twistedtalestory]

Art idea/ request 4 youzzz

The first years but as this

They forgot Akshara, Grim and Ortho at the gas station