#may be a bit confusing srry lol

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

ok real quick general webcomic idea post:

so basically, i had an idea a while back while working on my own interpretation of hell/the afterlife in general for a separate thing, that pretty much boils down to funny slice-of-life office shenanigans but all the characters are some sort of yokai/demon/other supernatural being (with a few exceptions) and it was just. very chill and mainly character focused with no real plot but some like multiple part comics and maybe more story-heavy character backstory specials every so often or something.

i thought it'd be fun, it combines like, a lot of shit i like (it has elements similar to touhou AND random christian symbolism, truly the shook bingo card) plus i get to design fun characters and just do dumb shit with them which is My Favorite

idk this is probably a horrible explanation cjbcvj but uhhh have some design concepts and a rough formatting mock-up, ill talk about this more tmmrw probably bc lord knows i am going to get no sleep at this rate-

(edit from a year and a half into the future: man it's really funny how little from takoshi's original concept art still applies. like, the general premise is the same but like aside from that he just. really isn't the same guy hfndkfkd- like modern takoshi is not actually a stupid asshole fuckboy (he just acts like on bc Trauma Reasons), he does not have any powers, i dropped whole demon sigil thing like 3 months after making him, and soon enough even if design won't be the same lol (corporate hell takoshi really needs a redesign). characters really do grow and change as you develop them huh lol-

...he does still belong in horny jail tho that's still correct (just slightly less so than before))

yeah that's about all i can think of for now uhhh feel free to send questions about anything!!! i would love to rant incoherently about this!!!

[justtwotired]

heyyy, how are you

I was wondering weather you could do a regulus x female reader with prompt 31. so they're both Slytherins and there's a lot of tension between them because they both like each other but are too scared to admit it and then they get into a stupid argument like over hw or a potions assignment and the reader says shut up and when she kisses regulus, he's shocked but pulls her back for another one.

srry that it's long lol

Hi there! I’m great, thanks for the request, it took a while to reply, I’ve been rather busy, but here you are, I hope you’ll like it.

“Reg, can you just focus on the assignment! We have to get it done because McGonagall will murder us if it’s not done today, we already got an extra week!” She says annoyed and he rolls his eyes.

They where in Reg’s dorm, finishing an assignment they chose to do together.

“We’ve been working for hours. I need a break from this stupid assignment, and from you!” He raised his voice slightly as he got up from his seat, Y/n also stood and followed after him.

“What do you mean a break from me? I’ve done nothing but make this assignment, while you just sat around not doing shit!” She says angrily and a bit hurt.

“You are the transfiguration genius, besides, you didn’t even let me touch a bloody quill! Saying you where writing everything!” He turns around and she narrows her eyes.

“Because it looks better if it’s in only one handwriting you blithering idiot! Not to forget I told you to keep reading the book to me, which you did not do!” She started raising her voice aswell.

Regulus grumbled something and then combed his hand trough his black curls for a moment in a rather stressful manner.

Though she was mad, Y/n couldn’t help but blush as she looked away quickly. Though she composed herself and continued.

“What? You have no excuses anymore? Honestly, Black, you should really learn how to finish a fight if you keep starting one.” She points out and he is at a loss for words for a moment.

“Oh I keep starting fights? It’s all my fault now? Obviously I’m going to start fights when you keep ordering me around, and then I want to stop and you still keep going!” He pointed an accusing finger at her as he took a step forward and she one back.

“Merlins balls, I really regret partnering up with you out of all people.” She grumbled, folding her arms over each other. “Should’ve just chosen Evan.” She mumbled, but he heard and he couldn’t help but grit his teeth and silently curse the blonde boy.

“Oh, of course, Evan would be a much better pick then ‘always starting fights Regulus Black’ maybe he would just rip the work in half in a fit of rage, or curse at you for doing something wrong!” He started another kind of fight and her head snapped towards him.

“Hey! Evan wouldn’t do that! What is wrong with you?” She took multiple steps his way and he stayed rooted in his place.

“Oh? What is wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?! You keep accusing me of all sorts of shit and it’s getting annoying, you know.” He yelled and she huffed.

“I’m accusing you because it’s true! There’s no reason to get mad at me for shit you did because I said it out loud!” She poked a finger in his chest and grabbed her wrist and narrowed his eyes.

“Stop.” He said and her angry frown turned into a confused one. “What?” She asked and he sighed. “I said stop, you’re being rather annoying.” He said and her frown became angry once again.

“Oh, I’m the annoying one? If you had listened to a word a I said the past few minutes, maybe you could realise I’m not the problem here!” She hissed angrily.

“Oh right, right, I remember, I was so annoying you would have rather done this project with Evan.” He pointed out and she rolled her eyes at the fact that’s the only thing he could remember.

Why was he even mad about that, was he jealous or something- holy crackers, he was! No, he is! He’s jealous, she couldn’t help but smirk as she thought it.

This smirk didn’t go unnoticed by Regulus and he squeezed her wrist bit. “Maybe I would’ve been better of doing the project with Marcella.” He snarled and her eyes traveled towards his and he saw the storm raging in them.

If there was someone is Slytherin house Y/n hated, it was Marcella, always one upping people, a huge pick me, and she was always over Regulus, talking to him, hugging him almost sitting on his lap.

She knew he was trying to make her jealous, and for Merlin’s sake, it worked.

“Shut up!” She said angrily and he raised his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” He said mockingly. “I said shut up!” She repeated and he looked a bit surprised.

He was about to open his mouth but she leaned forward and caught him up in a kiss before he could start his sentence.

When she pulled away, he was surprised and most of all, flustered. “Once again, I said shut up.” She said with narrowed eyes. He blinked for a moment, but then he pulled her towards him and kissed her again.

She leaned into his touch and put her hands behind his neck while he put his own on her waist.

They pulled back and she smirked. “I can’t wait to see Marcella’s face when she finds out about this one.”

[m1stm3]

Corazón Sin Cara

a/n: this is the first thing i’ve posted on tumblr and probably the last unless there’s enough demand 😭 ik the hype for miguel has died down quite a bit but i hope those that are still around like this silly little thing i wrote for funsies :) (srry if he’s ooc :( )

warning(s): mentions of alcohol (no one’s drunk), cursing, anyone can read but written with chubby!reader in mind, mentions of reader wearing dresses and heels but no pronouns used, no use of y/n, nervous miguel lol

Description: A night at the bar with Jess and Peter B., that’s all tonight was supposed to be. But because the multiverse is seemingly always against you, you couldn’t just have a fun, peaceful night without it being ruined by something (or someone). That’s why you found yourself in your current predicament, flustered and stiff as you swayed with the (admittedly attractive) leader of the Spider Society that was usually so cold towards you.

All you could feel were his hands on your waist, his skin warm even through the fabric of the dress you wore. Peter B. and Jess watched from the sidelines, idly chatting by the bar with smug looks on their faces. You sent them glare from across the room which only caused Peter to snicker and whisper something behind his hand and for Jess to send you a teasing wink. You heard a whistle from your dance partner, his index finger tapping your waist to grab your attention.

“Lost you there for a second.” Miguel’s head tilted slightly as he spoke, a small smile gracing his lips. “Oh- Uh- Yeah, sorry…” You stammered as you shook your head to snap yourself out of your stupor. Honestly, you couldn’t recall how you got into this situation. All you remembered was nursing a drink or two before being swooped away by strong hands, not even able to protest after he muttered a demand for you to dance with him just loud enough for you to hear.

From what you understood, Peter planned these outings sometimes in an attempt to have a “bonding experience” with others in the society. While the notion was sweet, schedule clashes and many other factors tended to leave only the small group you were with now. Miguel was an unexpected addition, half-jokingly invited by Peter in one of the many one-sided “conversations” they tended to have. No one actually expected him to show up, hands stuffed in the pockets of his slacks as he deadpanned at Peter’s overly enthusiastic greeting. He barely spared you a glance, giving you half-assed wave before almost immediately ordering a drink.

You scowled at the lack of acknowledgment, bitterly taking a sip of the drink you had ordered earlier to get the sour taste of his disdain out of your mouth. Sure, he may not have said anything to Peter, but he chose to be around him. Miguel avoided you like the plague, always making up some lame excuse to leave the room whenever you two coincidentally had a moment alone. When you confided in Jess and Peter with your complaints, they simply gave each other a knowing look before shrugging dismissively and waving off your concerns.

You felt left out, like some inside joke was being made and your gut was telling you that you were the subject of it. No matter how hard you tried, you could never decipher that look that they gave each other.

But your current predicament was a direct contrast to his previous behavior. His big hands were soft against the plushness of your waist, it was as if he was afraid of breaking you. You could smell the hints of alcohol on his breath when he got close enough, but he was still very much conscious of everything he was doing, which only confused you more. Why would he be consciously dancing with you when he can’t even stand to be in a room with you? Is he just trying to fuck with you?

Even though you both were just lazily swaying to the song playing over the speakers of the bar, you were stiff. You didn’t know where to put your hands and you were avoiding direct eye contact with him, seemingly finding the empty tables over his shoulder more interesting than Miguel himself. You heard him let out a short, breathy laugh before his hands gently guided your arms to rest on his shoulders. Goosebumps riddled your skin as his fingers ghosted over your forearm before moving back to your waist. The new positioning only brought your faces a couple of inches closer, but with the way your face heated up you may as well have been cheek-to-cheek.

You were quiet for a moment until the song you were swaying to changed, a vaguely recognizable bachata melody playing over the speakers. Miguel visibly perked up at this, looking down at you as if he was waiting for you to say something. “What?” You asked with furrowed brows, narrowing your eyes in suspicion at the look he gave you. He shrugged in response, answering your question with a question of his own. “You know this song?” It was your turn to shrug. “From family parties, mostly. I don’t even know the name of it or what it means but I’ve listened to it too many times to count.” He raised an eyebrow at your explanation and let out a small hum, nodding in response to your words.

“I’ll lead.” He murmured, his gaze flitting around different points on your face, taking in every curve of your cheek, every eyelash that fluttered up at him, every wrinkle of your skin as you gave him that pretty, confused look he loved so much. “Here, let me just…” His voice trailed off and his hands pulled you in by your waist, his knee slotting in between your thighs. You didn’t say anything, the way his body pressed against yours and how his lips were so close rendered you completely speechless. You gave him your warmed cheek, eyes fixed on a nearby wall as he led the steps of your dance.

You were quite rusty, so it took you a moment to remember the steps to the dance. His proximity definitely didn’t help either. But before long your hips were moving to the beat of the music as well as they could in your tense and flustered state. You felt him lean down, his soft breaths fanning along the shell of your ear as his hands moved to rest on your swaying hips. “‘And if you’re fat or skinny, none of this matters to me.’” You turned your gaze back to him at his murmured words, a perplexed expression on your face. “Excuse m-” He shushed you softly, effectively cutting off your words.

He was quiet for a moment, his brows furrowing in concentration. “‘And I am not perfect either, all I know is that I want you the way you are.’” You stared up at him with pinched brows, your lips twitching into a scowl. He was starting to piss you off. He snickered at your expression, giving your hips a small squeeze. “Just translating the lyrics, you said you don’t know what the song is about.” He explained, trying to stifle a small smile in fear of annoying you more than he already was.

It didn’t work.

You stopped moving, pulling away from him but keeping your hands resting on his broad shoulders. “What the fuck is your problem?” You asked suddenly, brows furrowed in confusion and frustration. You reveled in the way his eyes widened in shock and how a nervous flush crept up his neck. “Wh-what do you-” “You know damn well what I mean, Miguel. You avoid me for no reason but you’re pressed up against me the second you get some drinks in you.” You huffed frustratedly, eyes searching his face. The flush had made its way to his face and he avoided direct eye contact with you, his eyes darting around every feature of your face other than your eyes. You pulled away from him completely, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched him expectantly for his explanation.

He stood quiet and you scoffed, pressing your tongue against your cheek. “Can you at least have the decency look at me when I’m talking to you? Or do you not respect me that much?” His eyes widened and locked on yours at those words, his head shaking in disagreement. “No, that’s not what- It’s not because I don’t respect you…” He trailed off. He sounded desperate, like what you suggested was so outlandish he had to put a stop to that train of thought the second the words left your lips. “Then what is it, Miguel?” Your arms stood crossed over your chest as your heel-clad foot tapped against the hardwood floor of the bar impatiently.

God, he hoped he didn’t fuck this up.

“You just…” He cut himself off, sighing deeply and squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to ground himself and will away the heat lingering on his skin. “You make me nervous. So nervous.” Your eyes narrowed at his vague explanation and you stood silent, a wordless way of telling him to continue. “I-I can’t explain it, you’ve been stuck in my head, it’s so frustrating.” He ran his hands through his hair with an exasperated huff. “Your laugh, your face, it’s all so annoying… but I can’t get enough of you. I hate feeling like this.” He rambled.

Your eyes were wide when he finished speaking. It felt like the world had gone silent, all of the music and low murmurs of the people around you fading into silence, leaving only the two of you. You suddenly broke the silence with a soft, unsure laugh that slowly escalated until you were gripping the sides your stomach in genuine amusement at the situation. He let out a few tense laughs, an embarrassed flush on his face. “So…” Another laugh cut you off before you took in a deep breath in an attempt to stave off the giggles that were about to escape you again. “So instead of just asking me out, you decided to avoid me? And then what? The feelings would just go away?” You teased, a bright smile still on your face as you continued huffing out quiet laughs. He looked away from you with a pout, shrugging in response to your question. His response only made you laugh more.

“I thought you hated me.” You sighed after finally calming down from your laughing fit. “… I could never hate you…” He murmured after a moment, his face still turned away from you. You crinkled your nose at his words, shaking your head softly as you moved towards him again. “That was really cheesy but… sweet, I guess.” You shrugged with a small laugh, snaking your arms around his neck. He startled slightly at the contact but rested his hands on your waist.

“So… anything you have to say to me?” You mused, lightly tapping his nape with your fingers to get him to look at you. “Sorry for ignoring you…” He murmured begrudgingly, a stubborn scowl on his face. A smug smile spread across your cheeks. “Oh, that was cute.” You cooed teasingly. “But no. I was thinking more ‘Will you go on a date with me so I don’t have to pathetically avoid you anymore?’” You deepened your voice, mocking his tone with a small laugh. He rolled his eyes at your antics, attempting to stifle a small smile. “Okay, okay, I get it, I was being ridiculous.” “Understatement.” You murmured.

You watched his face as he filtered through many, many different emotions before he finally sighed in defeat. “Will you…” “Yes.” You answered quickly with a stifled smile. Miguel chuckled after his initial surprise. “Friday at seven?” You smiled. “Friday at seven.”

[gresiniracing]

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[kikuowo]

MUST BE THE SEASON OF THE WITCH

PAIRINGS: Bonten trio x reader

SUMMERY: my hcs of how the bonten trio would be with a witch/Spiritual s/o

A/N: i think my favoritism might have shown here srry lols,,, haven’t written anything in awhile so i apologize if its not the best writing ;-;

SANZU

- Sanzu never has believed in anything spiritual and he sometimes finds the things you do a bit weird.

- Blowing cinnamon at the front door on the first of every month? Random sigils under things? Crystals all over the place? He just doesn’t get it and will watch you do your thing with a confused look on his face.

- Is constantly asking what you’re doing, why you’re doing it, and what it’s for. Soon enough after your many explanations, he gains an interest and he asks to join you in a few practices.

- Will give you his lighter anytime you want to light incense or sage. He used to hate the smell, but now that its something he has come to associate with you, he loves it and even burns it when you’re not around.

- He will wear any necklace, bracelet, charm, etc. you make him with pride and will show it off.

- Starts a list of people for you to curse, will even go as far as to get pieces of them, hair, teeth, blood, you name it he’ll get it. Please tell him how dangerous cursing is and how that’s probably not a good idea and may come back to him in the end.

- Although with that in mind he will get you any supplies you want, wether that’s material things or things he can go outside and grab.

- Questions if you put a love spell on him constantly, might even tell people that you did.

RAN

- Very interested in your practices and wants to be included every time. He is constantly asking you to read his palms or tarot cards, even got a deck of his own so you can show him how to use them.

- Loves listening to your little rants and seeing the twinkle in your eye as you tell him what herb does what or the meaning of each crystal.

- Marks his calendar for Moon phases to remind you and even puts out his own little jar for Moon water.

- Another one that will wear any jewelry you give him with pride, particularly loves anything with amethyst since it matches his eyes. He even came home one time with a giant amethyst quartz piece that you know must have cost him a pretty penny.

- This man loves his sleep, so anything that will help him to sleep he also loves. Lavender essential oils? He’s already got a diffuser going. Charm bag you made for him to sleep well? He’s got it under his pillow. He even has healing frequency sounds going to help him. Sometimes goes to salt rooms with you once he found out it can also help with sleep.

- Will let you egg cleanse him after any fights or if you get the feeling he needs it to rid any negativity he may have picked up from evil eye. He loves watching over your shoulder as you interpret the yolk in the water. He always feels lighter and clearer after the Limpia so he’s come to love when you do this to him.

- Loves gifting you things for your practice, wether it be herbs, jars, or candles or maybe even decor he think you might like to hang around the house.

- Another one that will ask if you put a love spell on him. He’ll even ask you how one goes about doing a love spell so he can give it to you, just to make sure you’re with him forever.

RINDOU

- He probably doesn’t really pay any mind to it, like Sanzu he finds it a bit weird but will eventually come around to it.

- He knows he probably carries a lot of negativity with him and he wouldn’t want to somehow mess your practice up so he doesn’t get involved much.

- Will appreciate any cleansing, charms, or jewelry you give him. He probably wont wear the jewelry out often in fear of them breaking, but he still loves them and will show the pieces off to his brother and friends.

- Loves listening to healing frequencies, they’re very calming to him. He sometimes plays them in the background on his speakers as he stretches before workouts.

- Can get a little freaked out from the accuracy of readings you do for him. Almost shit himself when he got the Death card the day before a big fight, you had to explain it did not outright mean he was going to die but instead meant a change or transition into something new.

- Will let you do healing spells, rituals, or cleansing on him after you’ve helped clean and wrap any wounds he may have gotten from a fight. He didn’t really understand why at first, but over time he noticed how much it lowkey helped him.

- Also interested in cursing, even after you told him the risks of it. Would get any supplies you needed, be it blood, nails, or teeth, he has his ways of getting them.

- Loves the smell of sage and patchouli. He even bought soap that smells like them and some essential oils. Whenever you work with either he’ll be glued to your side. Enjoying both your presence and the smells.

- Likes when you read his palms. He gets to hold your hand and watch your face light up as you talk about his past and future? Sign him tf up. He’ll even try to read your palms just to be able to hold your hand a little longer.

[allisonlol]

Just want to say thank you since you're one of the small amount of blogs that write for Jouno and Tecchou and talking about them I may or may not have a request😌

Confession headcanons for them (like how would they confess and how it would go down)

Also srry if this makes so sense I don't request stuff much😅

a/n: if no one else is gonna write for them...then that responsibility falls into my hands >:)

warnings: none!! these are super fluffy<3

(Tecchou, Jouno) Confession HCs

Tecchou

he's gonna get so nervous awwwww

but literally is oblivious to his feelings for you at first??

has no clue why he gets so nervous around you and thinks he's getting sick or something

probably asks jouno about it LMAO

and jouno's just like "...you have feelings for y/n, you idiot"

tecchou goes “😦‼️” because this is basically a psychological breakthrough for him

now that he actually understands what he's feeling, he starts to hover near you more?? pls he just wants to spend time with you </3

becomes very protective & is always by your side during missions

i feel like by this point he wouldn't even really ask you out, he'd just kind of assume that y'all were already dating?? 🤨

so when he sees you talking to someone else he gets all JEALOUS

and ur just like "why would u care?? it's not like we're dating"

and that's when he realizes he'll actually have to ask you out

tries to ask jouno for advice again but he’s not much help

so tecchou decides to just go for it

it’s when you guys are walking back to HQ after a mission that he asks

literally grabs your arm and is looking down at you like “…😐”

you’re a bit confused & intimidated tbh

but then he says: “y/n, go out with me.” literally a statement and not even a question-

UR LIKE “...HUH?!”

blinks at you and repeats what he said, confused that you didn’t automatically accept

you realize what he’s trying to ask and start laughing because omg he’s so precious

this also explains a lot of his previous weird behavior, and you’re mentally kicking yourself for not noticing sooner

now tecchou is REALLY worried, until you accept & say that you’d absolutely love to go out with him <33

oh my goodness he is so so pretty<3

Jouno

ok i kind of struggled with this because honestly, i think you’d be the one to have to ask him out

but, for the sake of this post, let’s say it’s the other way around

at first, jouno would really bury his feelings for you

absolutely hates that he has this vulnerability so, towards the beginning he’ll probably be quite mean to you in hopes that it goes away

but uhh. it didn’t lol

in fact, his feelings grow to the point where it’d be unbearable to hide them for much longer

you’ll notice that it’s around this time that he actually starts being nicer to you for once

asks you more personal questions and makes small talk so he can get to know you on a deeper level, rather than just being co-workers

this all throws you for a loop because, wasn’t this the same man that was calling you annoying less than two weeks ago?? 🤨

so, amidst all your confusion, you feel yourself growing more attached to him as well 

obviously, he becomes fully aware that you like him just from listening to your pulse when you’re near

this is SUCH a relief to jouno because now he doesn’t have the uncertainty of wondering whether you like him back or not

it’s at this time that he’ll start preparing to ask you out

poor bby gets so nervous?? and that really throws him off because he’s not used to feeling this way at all

i think jouno would be really subtle about asking you out, gradually building up to it instead

^he’d start by asking if you’d like to simply spend time together outside of work, like going out to eat or meeting up at a coffee shop in the mornings

so kind of like dates…minus the actual dating part?? he’s so smooth about it too wtf

it’s on one of these “dates” where he would eventually ask you out

^you were walking with jouno to your car, about to leave when he stops you by grabbing your hand

brings his other hand up to gently hold your face hhhhhhh

says something along the lines of “since we’ve already been spending so much time together, i was wondering if you’d like to...become a couple?”

it’s an unusually soft moment for him so TAKE NOTES 

your heart is about to beat out of your chest from surprise and he can definitely hear it 

just...please PLEASE say yes. otherwise he might kill you just to spare himself from the embarrassment of being denied

kidding

[sugawaraxo]

jealousy

warnings: none, just jealous oikawa lol

characters: toru oikawa x reader

request: Hello! I found your blog and really love your work and I was wondering if you could make a oikawa x reader oneshot of him being jealous. Like some guy(s) is/ (are) flirting with the reader and Oikawa gets jealous and things. I really never find one of oikawa being jealous and things. If you can’t do it that’s okay. I hope you have a wonderful day. Thank you. (With the (s) and (are) I’m just gonna let you do as you wish if you won’t more then one guy or not idk srry)

a/n: i was gonna make this nsfw but honestly i like it better this way, and hopefully you do too :) but if y’all want this in a smutty version, i will gladly oblige lol

toru oikawa

- oikawa is a fairly confident person as most may know

- some may even say he’s overly confident or possibly even conceited 

- but you don’t see it that way

- you just see a guy who’s comfortable in his own skin and takes pride in his abilities

- and because of oikawa’s confidence, he’s not typically one to get jealous very easily

- maybe a bit defensive, or slightly possessive

- but never fully jealous

- until he meets tetsuro kuroo for the first time that is

- kuroo happens to take quite a liking to you

- and let’s just say oikawa isn’t happy about that

- at all

of course you have shown up to the huge volleyball tournament your boyfriend is currently taking part in, you wouldn’t miss it for the world. you absolutely adore watching oikawa play because you get to witness a side of him that you don’t normally get to see. a more serious and focused side. a side of him solely driven by determination and desire, and you quite like seeing such passion physically radiate from his skin as he plays. it’s captivating really, so captivating that you don’t even notice the presence of the tall figure moving closely beside you until his arm accidentally brushes against yours. 

“oh, my bad. i was just trying to move closer to get a better view of the game.” the stranger says. he’s tall, dark hair, slender yet muscular build. his hazel eyes are looking down at you apologetically as he gives you a quick smile and you return him a smile as well. 

“no worries. you play?” you ask, taking in the man’s appearance. he’s wearing a volleyball uniform so you don’t even know why you asked that, the answer blatantly obvious. but you figured it would be a nice way to make conversation nonetheless. 

“i do, i’m a middle blocker. supposed to play the winning team of this game actually. that’s why i came to watch.” he says tilting his head down to the court where your boyfriend is currently playing. “i’m tetsuro by the way, but you can call me kuroo. or whatever you prefer.” he turns his attention back to you, holding out his right hand for you to shake. you take his hand in yours, shaking it firmly.

“i’m y/n, nice to meet you kuroo.” you say kindly before turning your attention back to the game that you had temporarily forgotten about. you lock eyes with oikawa who’s looking up at you with an expression that you can’t quite read. but what you do know is he does not look happy despite the fact that his team had just scored a point, giving them a five point lead in a round that can win them the whole game. you frown a bit, confused as to why he’s upset. 

“you know him or something?” kuroo asks you, raising an eyebrow as he speaks. 

“who oikawa? yeah, i know him very well. he’s my boyfriend.” you respond and there’s a slight glint of disappointment in kuroo’s eyes. 

“ahh i see, should’ve known a pretty girl like you wouldn’t be single.” kuroo sighs and you can’t help but blush at the nice compliment. 

“haha, thank you. but yes, i’m happily taken.” you smile, glancing down to oikawa who still looks somewhat frustrated. 

“i’ve heard from mutual friends that oikawa can be quite the handful. is that true?” kuroo asks genuinely. 

“mm, i suppose. he can be complicated sometimes, he’s got a very unique personality. but it’s nothing i can’t handle. i think we’re really good together.” you defend your boyfriend and kuroo flashes you a smirk. 

“he’s a lucky dude, that oikawa. you’re stunning and you seem like you have a great head on your shoulders.” kuroo flirts and again you feel yourself start to blush. it’s not that you’re actually interested in this guy. sure, he’s attractive and all, but your heart is with oikawa and it always will be. it’s just that compliments always seem to fluster you, no matter who they’re from. 

oikawa can spot your blush and the way you’re smiling and giggling while speaking to kuroo from his spot on the court. he has no clue what it means, but an intense sensation of heat is building in his chest and he suddenly feels the urge to punch something. better yet, punch someone. he’s up to serve and if anyone in the gym hadn’t known something was up with oikawa’s mood before, they most definitely notice it now. oikawa is infamous for having an insanely powerful serve, even when he isn’t currently seething over the hot shot stranger flirting with his girlfriend in the stands. so you can only imagine the sheer amount of power he serves the ball with while his anger builds within him as he watches you and the dark haired guy from the corner of his eye. the harsh sound of his skin meeting the smooth leather of the ball is like something you’ve never heard before. the frown on his face as he hits it, his eyebrows knitted closely together and his bottom lip tucked tightly between his teeth, it’s clear that he’s mad. really mad. and the sound the ball makes when it smacks the floor on the other side of the net, seemingly not even taking half a second to get there, is gut retching. you’re sure that if anyone had even dared to receive that, they may as well have been asking for death. your eyes go wide and the stadium goes quiet for a solid second before cheers and chants of oikawa’s name echo all throughout the building. that was the winning point, and to the outside viewer they may just suspect that oikawa served the ball like that to solidify his teams’ victory. but you know there’s a deeper routed reason behind that unnecessarily powerful serve. 

“sheesh, does your boyfriend always serve like that at game point? definitely gonna have to warn my teammates about that.”  kuroo says, clearly in awe over the hit. 

“he’s usually powerful, but not like that. that was different. something’s wrong.” you realize and begin to make your way over to the stairs of the stands so you could figure out what’s got your boyfriend so obviously distraught. 

“well it was nice meeting you y/n, thanks for keeping me company throughout the game.” kuroo calls after you and you turn to face him.

“same to you kuroo.” you respond, not knowing that oikawa is glaring at the two of you aggravatedly as he waits for you to finish making your way down the stairs.

“what was that about?”

“what was that about?” 

you two ask in unison as soon as you’re in each other’s presence. 

“you first.” you say, looking into oikawa’s eyes with anticipation. he rolls his eyes at you, placing one hand on his hip and the other on the bridge of his nose. 

“are you serious? you really have no idea of why i’m upset? no ideas at all?” he sighs, removing his hand from his nose and you frown at him in confusion. 

“no? did i do something?” you ask. your voice soft with guilt even though you have no clue what you even feel guilty for. 

“that dude, fucking abercrombie model over there. he was flirting with you the entire game. it was hard to concentrate when he was practically sucking your face right in front of me.” oikawa huffs dramatically and you can’t help but let out a small laugh.

“you mean kuroo? he does kind of look like an abercrombie model huh?” you giggle and oikawa looks like he’s about to blow a fuse.

“you think this is funny? well it’s not y/n. it was seriously annoying watching him make you smile and laugh like that. what’d you say his name is? kuroo? i hate him. i hate kuroo.” oikawa pouts. 

“oikawa babe, are you jealous?” you ask with a teasing smile and he shoots you the most intense look he’s ever given you.

“me? why would i be jealous. literally what is there to be jealous of? like ok yeah, he has cool hair. and he’s tall. and he’s got a nice face. and his volleyball team is actually pretty good. but that does NOT mean i’m jealous y/n. i’m never jealous. ever.” oikawa huffs and you find it painfully difficult not to full on laugh at him. 

“i hate to break it to you pretty boy, but you sound a bit jealous.” you say, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“yeah whatever.” he mumbles, lifting your hand to his face so he can nuzzle into your touch a bit. “i guess i just felt intimidated by him, and i’ve never really felt like that before so i didn’t know how to react. i just got really angry, as i’m sure you saw.” he continues, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “but i trust you, and i know you weren’t flirting back. you were just being friendly because that’s who you are, and i love that about you. so i apologize for overreacting like that, that was kind of stupid.” 

your heart.

“it wasn’t stupid toru, everyone falls victim to jealousy at least once. i’m just glad to see that you care enough to get that upset.” you laugh lightly. 

“well duh, i’m too in love with you to not get upset over that.” he says, placing a finger under your chin before lifting your face up for a kiss. the kiss is passionate, far too passionate to be happening in a gym full of tons of people but that’s oikawa for you. he couldn’t care less about what other people think, especially when he’s with you. when he’s with you, it’s just you and him. no one else matters.

well...

“that was a killer serve oikawa, hope to see it again when we play you in a little bit.” a familiar voice rings from beside you. you disconnect the kiss and open your eyes, greeted by a very smug looking kuroo. you thought you had seen oikawa reach peak anger earlier, but you stand corrected. if looks could kill, kuroo would be long deceased by now, already buried six feet under. but kuroo is completely unbothered and just walks away with that trying smirk of his. 

“oh i’ll gladly serve like that again, right at your face.” oikawa whispers with a sadistic grin. 

it’s safe to say that kuroo’s team does not win this game.

not even close. 

[maybenotmei]

hihi 💟 anon here 🧎‍♀️

can i req platonic raise a suilen headcannons with a vv serious or shy reader but when theyre with someone whos theyre close with they turn the total opposite??

like if theyre with their with ras altogether tgey become like emu from prsk? But to other people theyre kinda like kanade yoisaki

ahah srry if this was long ,,, but ty !!!

smile!

it's your turn to change the world!!

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notes: helloooo 💟 anon thank you for requestiing!!!! thank you for the proseka analogies i can understand it very well that way ^＿^ ive def received longer asks (which idm at all, being specific is good !!) so dw lol

this one's long too so do not worry! i had no idea how to go about this, i'm sorry huhu i did enjoy writing it though!!!

to everyone else, you're fairly calm and stoic. you're not often seen outside alone, and when you are out, you talk softly and quietly. you get things done as quickly as possible, and your friends would talk in behalf of you if you ask.

...no one would ever believe you if you said you were the same person with raise a suilen.

on those days you are out, sometimes you encounter rei on the way home. whenever she notices you around (or she hears your voice getting louder really fast...), she slows down until you spot her. at first your hugs are quite surprising, but now she braces herself every time it's about to happen. it's not that she doesn't like them— she enjoys them— it's just that it's hard to regain her balance whenever you hug her while her guard's down

whenever you decide to attend or visit chiyu and pareo before their practices, you decide to get them a gift before you go. usually it's jerky or maybe a clip, something that isn't that expensive. even if it's a fairly small thing (and the jerky isnt world-class...), both of them appreciate it a lot (chiyu doesnt like the flavor, but she is genuinely grateful for you buying this for her.) after all, your bright smile after handing the things you got for them is a sweet enough gift for the both of them

maybe you're in a band or a unit, or maybe you perform as a solo artist. when you visit galaxy to check any open slots, you have the small chance to encounter rokka or masuki. rokka may just be a normal day at work, or masuki's just bored and wants to hit the drums, but their whole day changes as soon as you see them in galaxy— the mood gets brighter and happier, as if you brought the sun down into the livehouse. they love listening to you and love your hugs a lot.

rei noticed it first— your sudden changes in demeanor when you're around with them. it happened as she saw you walking home with your other friends with a blank face or a simple smile, hiding away behind them.

it confused her at first and she got worried initially, thinking you're not alright and you're being forced to do this, but when you spotted her you had zero hesitation to approach her and happily greet her like you weren't just quietly standing behind your other friends.

admittedly your friends were quite shocked as well. they saw it for the first time with rei, and at some point they teased you for having a soft spot for her up until they saw you with any other RAS member and acting the same way you did with rei

everyone else in RAS soon followed and saw how you acted. they weren't expecting you to trust them and feel so open around them— they just thought you were usually like that.

(rokka and masuki probably knew first before rei even... this is If you're in a band/unit: they had backstage passes and you didnt notice them until you turned around.... rokka and masuki were Both confused for a bit and in disbelief? on you were talking so calmly and seriously since theyre Definitely used to your happy lucky smile self)

either way, nothing really changed between any of you. you're still having fun with RAS, RAS is having fun with you, and you're still friends with your friends, of course.

they all enjoy your company very much, and would never ask for anything else.

[lcvemalfcy]

A Bump in the Road || D.M

summary: you and draco get into a fight after he becomes distant

pairing: draco x reader

warning: angst, draco being an ass, fluff

word count: 1.6k

a/n: I just came back from a small vacation and thought of this + wrote it on the plane lol so srry if it’s not the best

you felt many emotions as you entered the hogwarts grounds, the school year starting and summer coming to an end. you felt happy and excited due to the fact that you would finally be able to see your boyfriend, draco, after what seemed like forever.

your parents decided to bring you on a trip to europe this summer, giving you no time to spend with him.

spotting him from afar, you ran up behind him, bringing your hands to his eyes. "guess who?" you sang song, smiling to yourself. "hmm, crabbe?" your hands left his face as he turned around, greeting you with the smile that could make you melt within seconds.

he cupped your face, lips softly attaching to yours. you could stay like this forever, however he pulled away before turning sideways towards a brunette girl who stood by his side.

"y/n, this is astoria greengrass, daphne's sister. we spent a lot of time with each other this summer since our parents decided to do business together."

you grew confused, draco didn't mention her or their parents' business deal in his letters to you. nonetheless, you brought your hand forward to the greet brunette.

"it's so nice to meet you, daphne talks about you a lot."

her hand met with yours, shaking it politely. "I'm sure they aren't good things then," she joked, causing draco to chuckle as you laughed.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

a few weeks later into the school year, you were sitting at a table in the library waiting for draco as you had planned to meet up with each other after dinner.

he was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. those ten minutes turned into fifteen, and those fifteen slowly turned into thirty.  you weren't mad at him, it's just very unlikely for draco to be late.

you decided to wait a few more minutes for him, your eyes feeling droopy as you stared at the clock ahead of you.

you were startled as you were suddenly shaken awake by madam pince, informing you that the library had just closed. after apologizing endlessly, you sluggishly walked back to the common room.

you were confused as to why draco failed to show up, however you convinced yourself that he accidentally fell asleep after having an exhausting day. entering the common room, the laughter of a boy and girl filled your ears, and you immediately recognized the boy's.

as you walked further in, you saw draco and astoria laughing together on the couch in front of the fireplace, papers scattered everywhere. he didn't notice you at first, but when he did, his smile fell upon seeing your weary state, suddenly reminded of your plans.

"merlin, I'm sorry. I've been helping astoria study for her potions test tomorrow and I guess I lost track of time," he hurriedly rushed over to you.

you weren't going to lie, you were hurt. maybe even jealous? the fact that draco had kept you waiting long enough for you to fall asleep until curfew due to astoria made you the littlest bit of sad, however you pushed the feeling away.

"it's okay, I understand. I'm feeling tired, I'm gonna head up and get ready for bed," you gave him a small smile, waving to astoria as you turned to the direction of your dorm. "do you want me to come with you?" draco offered as he reached out for your arm.

you sighed as you glanced around at the messy area in front of you. "no it's fine, I'll just see you tomorrow," you mumbled the last bit as draco planted a kiss onto your forehead, a frown appearing on your face. "and astoria? if draco's helping you study, you're definitely going to ace that test," you teased as you finally turned around and headed for your dorm.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

you expected this to be a one time thing, but was left disappointed as draco started to spend more time with her and less with you.

a few weeks ago you had to help mcgonagall clean up a mess made by other students after school hours as you were a prefect, causing you to be late to meet with draco after his quidditch practice.

finally arriving to the quidditch pitch, you saw that he was already conversing with astoria. after apologizing for being late, he assured you it was okay because he had "astoria to keep him company." if anything, it only made you feel worse.

and just a few days ago, he didn't meet up with you after class to walk you to lunch, so you headed to the great hall without him, hunger taking over your body. upon entering, you recognized the blonde boy and saw that he had already been seated, diving into his meal.

beside him, in your spot, sat the darn brunette girl. you gulped as you turned around, heading to your next class, not wanting to be around the both of them.

for every instance this happened, you couldn't help but get more frustrated and jealous as you started to see him less.

you lost it one saturday morning when you went to meet up with draco for your weekly hogsmeade trip. you were looking forward to this day as you and draco always spent saturdays hanging out with each other to catch up and relax after a stressful week.

your smile dropped when you saw astoria by his side in the common room. when you were told that draco had invited her to hang out with the two of you, you hadn’t said anything and dragged draco to your dorm.

“what’s wrong darling?” he inquired, worried about you as you stood with your arms crossed.

“I’ve barely seen you recently because you’re always hanging out with her, and the one time I finally get to see you, she’s there!” you didn’t mean to raise your voice, however your anger has been pent up for way too long.

“you’re over exaggerating,” draco stated, causing you to scoff.

“It just makes me sad sometimes, I’m starting to think you enjoy her company more than mine,” your voice broke and so did your heart as you thought about it, hoping it wasn’t true.

“you know, maybe I do enjoy her company more than yours. at least she’s not as annoying or dramatic as you.” you felt your heart drop upon hearing his words, tears threatening to fall out.

you opened your mouth to retaliate when you closed it, not wanting to dig an even deeper hole. “y-you’re right, I’m sorry.” your words contradicted your thoughts as you knew he was not at all right. you turned around, starting to play with the items displayed on top of your desk in attempt to distract yourself.

you took a few breaths to calm yourself. “you should go back down, I think I’m gonna stay behind, I just remembered I have a project to complete,” you came up with an excuse as the tears finally fell, wetting the parchment below you.

you waited for him to bid you goodbye, but instead you were met with the slamming of the door behind you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

you had managed to avoid draco for some time now, not being the confrontational type and unsure of what to do if you had talked to him. you were sure that he didn't mean what he said, yet again, life was always full of surprises.

for example, one night, he had surprised you as you entered your dorm to see him seated on your bed, waiting for your arrival.

"we need to talk," draco stood up as you avoided eye contact with him, not as comfortable being in his presence after what he had said about you.

"okay then, talk." you crossed your arms, still not prepared for the conversation waiting to unfold.

"I didn't mean what I said," so you were right. "I just had stress building up that whole week, and when you came at me I kind of freaked out."

you sighed, "that doesn't give you permission to take it out on me." your voice was so small and soft that it made draco feel even guiltier.

draco gulped, "I know it doesn't, and I'm sorry. it wasn't fair to you, and I should've just listened to you in the first place. I love you, y/n, and I wouldn't want to do anything that would jeopardize our relationship."

"I think we may have to work on that last bit," you jokingly tapped your chin in attempt to ease the tension as draco let out a small chuckle. moments of silence passed by as you stared down at the ground, gathering your thoughts as draco waited patiently for you to say what was on your mind.

"I forgive you, but..." draco's expression suddenly dropped as you let out a shaky breath. "I need you to give me some time, what you said really hurt me."

draco nodded, telling you he understood. "and I want you to take time to listen me next time and see things from my perspective. you can be friends with astoria but I think you need to set some boundaries." you started to bite down on your thumbnail, scared that you were asking for too much from him.

"of course, I already talked with her and we can take things as slow as you want," draco held open his arms as you slowly embraced and thanked him.

he pressed a loving kiss onto your forehead as the two of you continued to hold one another. pulling away, small smiles were worn on both of your faces, knowing that you guys would get through this little bump in the road.

[shanitani]

CHAPTER 3: BAD B*TCHES

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👩🏽‍💻: lol did y’all miss me? im still on hiatus for maybe a good two weeks until summer srry<\3. but to make up for it I made this chapter hella long.

“Damn their water pressure is good.” You mumbled softly, turning off the faucet. The boy had a cleaner bathroom than you had expected, in comparison to the ones in America - he was almost cleaner than yourself. You wiped the fog from the glass admiring your damp face for a moment, fully indulging in the fact that you were really in Japan.  

You slipped on your pajamas, the bottoms hugged at the figure well and unfortunately so did the tank top Mitsuki put out for you. You had no problem wearing it around by yourself, but you had to take into account there was a boy you had never met before living there as well. It didn’t help that Midnight never gave you any descriptions about the boy as well, so it was obvious how high alert you were.

You grabbed your belongings, turning the music down to a soft hum in volume before turning off the bathroom light. The cold air hit your damp warm one before clearing your vision to see the teenage boy you had been wondering about the day you got your acceptance email. You both stared in awe, you took in his muscular arms due to training, the light ruffle of his blonde hair, his mouth fixated in a frown, and his piercing red eyes.

It wasn’t as if he wasn’t looking at you either, your skin glistening under harsh light, your hair lightly tied back with a hair tie, the familiar smell he smelt minutes before now more concentrated and easier to name. He dared not to look at your figure-hugging the waistband of the pajamas, trying to rip his glare away fast enough. He grunts, beginning the doorknob, “You better have had left my bathroom the way you saw it.”

You frowned furring your brows, “Duh I did. And hello to you too.” you scoffed looking down at your phone in an attempt to make the situation less awkward. The blonde boy let out a groaned out “hey” before opening his door, and closing it in the same breath. “Rude ass,” you mumbled under your breath before heading downstairs back to your room. 

“You met him?? TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED” Imani squealed putting her elbows on her crisscrossed legs looking in awe behind the screen. You smiled at her eagerness to know the boy, though you didn’t think he was all that. “Well he’s pretty muscular, um tall, he’s blonde and rude as fuck.” You rolled your eyes at your last sentence as you simultaneously put your belongings in your new backpack for tomorrow.

“Okayyy he could work! You gotta fierce Lil attitude too so it’ll work out fine.” Imani flashed you a smirk - knowing you couldn’t hit her from Japan. “Oh shut up Mani! you know if I was there I’d slap your ass right now.” you pointed your middle finger towards the camera, giving her a nice view of your white acrylic nails. “Exactly why ima act out now rather than next year.” She huffed, turning off her led lights looking back at her best friend. “I’m gonna miss you tomorrow, school’s gonna be so boring.” You whined thinking about the worst scenario known to come. If they were anything like Bakugo, well you were going to be entirely fucked. “I will too. But stop making me sad about it! We gone see each other soon.” Mani kissed the phone foreshadowing a kiss to your cheek, you smiled doing the same motions as her before ending the call and rolling over to fall asleep.

“I better like these people, Nah they better like me....” you shut your eyes, anxious for your first day to start.

The next day came, as Mitsuki dropped you and Bakugou off. You expected him to at the least show you to where you needed to be - but instead he slung his backpack to the side , not giving you a glimpse of attention your way. “One day im gone beat his ass up.” you took a breathe trying to find the dorm rooms, only to be met with a man right in front of you.

“Hi, [L/N] nice to finally meet you.” The tired-looking man shook your hand motioning you into the dorms. “As you know we enroll all students into the dorms for their safety because of accidents that have happened in previous years.” you nodded looking at the huge building with high ceilings and pillars inside. The man showed you around to the necessities like the gym, commons room, the classrooms, and finally to your dorm room. “I forgot to mention, but you probably know me. I’m Aizawa, and I’ll be teaching you along with class 1A. Today we just want you to prepare your dorm room so you can sleep easy tomorrow - I won’t lie to you, it won’t be easy.” he shrugged giving you the keys to your dorm.

You thanked the man before opening the room, as said in the description - the rest of your belongings were stacked to the side of your room along with your mattress to the right of it and a desk to the left. “Might as well put on music.” you thought to yourself, scrolling through the millions of playlists before finally reaching the one you wanted. 

“Yeah, this will take a while.”

Putting on the comforter of the bed, and adding the last of your pictures on the wall; you flopped onto your bed feeling a slight headache arrive. You groaned wiping your forehead, looking out the window to see the sun almost come to a set. “How long do these children work? Seems like their school hours are a whole part-time job.” before you could laugh at your inner joke, you heard the loud door creak open before the kids voiced roamed the hallways.

You shifted uncomfortably on your bed, knowing that they knew you arrived. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to meet them. You just didn’t want to do the same cycle of meeting new friends again - it was a hassle and you were fine with the ones you had in America. You took a deep breath trying to regain your thoughts, “They won’t even know I’m here. It’s alright.” you repeated to yourself trying to make the anxiety slowly creep up disappear. 

“Yeah she’s here now stop asking me about her, you wanna talk to her go right there.” you heard the familiar huffed voice described as Bakugous. You could tell he pointed towards your dorm the way a teenage girl laughed, hearing the footsteps come closer and closer towards your room. “Shit.” you jumped off the bed, fixing your hair making sure to make a good impression no matter who it may be. That’s when the footsteps stopped, and a light knock was met at your door.

you opened the door to a girl squealing, “Hi!” a curly haired girl engulfed you into a hug making you step back giggling at her eagerness, “Hey! your hair smells nice.” you hugged her back, finally stepping back to get a look of her. Her hair was the same color as her skin - pink, that you could only assume was the cause of her quirk. However, she did have black features that made you believe she was Blasian. 

“Mina stop harassing the new girl! it’s only her first day. Hello I’m Momo!” A black haired girl came waving her hand at you, she looked beautiful - you were almost intimidated by her stunning features feeling a tad insecure once side by side. 

“Oh no worries!” you giggled sitting on the edge of your bed motioning for them to come in more. “How’s your first day been?” Mina sat at the other edge of your bed looking at you with huge eyes, “Honestly, kind of boring. also confusing since this place is huge. Way bigger than the schools in America” you motioned towards out your door foreshadowing the commons room.

“America? that’s where you’re from?” Momo chimed in walking towards your desk chair to sit down. You nodded, “Mhm, California.” Mina gasped - “California! You’re so lucky!” you laughed at her bubbly attitude that was a bit similar to your bestfriends at home. “Trust me you wouldn’t want to be there, I’m here for a reason aren’t I” you smirked nudging her shoulder slightly.

“ Wow, How long will you be staying?” “One year.” you shrugged looking off in your dorm window. “Well I hope you love it here, hopefully become a pro.” Momo smiled at you genuinely, and you couldn’t help but fall in love with her persona. Before you could speak again you heard a knock on your door and small murmurs behind your door, Momo opened the door slightly, only hearing a faint “Yall better not embarrass me. I’m serious” before she opened the door all the way to the boys.

“Shut the hell up Momo.” one yellow haired boy lightheartedly says before leaning on your wall and catching your eyes. “Hey! I’m sero and this is Denki. Nice to meet you.” Sero extended his hand to yours to shake, “Wassup Sero, Hi Denki.” you smiled at the other boy.

“Damn, so this is why Bakugo didn’t want to show you off huh.” Denki came closer to you, taking in your features. “Or he just don’t like me” you scoffed thinking about his arrogant characteristics from Sunday. “Well that’s good, less people to compete against.” Denki sat next to you on the edge of your bed fully focused onto you. You smiled taking observations to his flirtatious personality.

No matter Denki giving you his full and undivided attention, Sero caught your eye the moment he walked in the door. You looked Sero up and down, his outfit caught your full attention. He wore the UA uniform required yet paired with grey Jordans and a silver chain dangling from his neck, it was no understatement that he was a very attractive boy. “Why you standing there all quiet, Sero? you obviously came up here for something.” you jokingly stated - trying to start some conversation with the boy.

“Tried to see if you were really what all the hype was about.” He shrugged coming up near you to overpower your figure, your heart raced as he looked down upon you smirking, he knows he fine chile. “They were definitely right.” He smirked looking at you with low eyes.

“Y’all are the most flirtatious boys I know. Swear I can’t take yall no where.” Momo grabbed the two boys by their collard shirts making them groan in displeasure earning a laugh from you - only to make them groan in embarrassement. 

“Bye boys.” you wave them off as Momo literally kicked them out your dorm, before closing it in front of them. “I like you” you pointed to her, making her eyes widen, while her cheeks grew into a blush before smiling. “Now how did you make a better impression than me and I came here first.” Mina flopped onto your bed frowning. “Don’t worry girl I like you too.” you slapped her thigh in a friendly manner.

“Alright you two enough talking, get back to your dorms. You all have a long day tomorrow.” Aizawa yelled through the door with his usual tired voice before shuffling off to his room closing the door. “Guess I’ll see you tommorow [Y/N]!” Mina skipped off towards your door “Yes! see you tomorrow” Momo opened the door looking back once more “Bye boo’s!” you called out before the closed your door.

You turned on your led lights in substitute for the harsh lighting in your dorm, shuffling off into your bed. you looked off onto your wall looking at the pictures you stuck to them, “Damn, I miss you Imani” your hand grazed upon the picture of you and Imani sticking up the middle finger to a flashing camera with your phones in one hand and a red cup in the other - a party you both went to knowing damn well you weren’t supposed to be there.

You turned towards the other way of your bed shutting your eyes - anticipating for the long day ahead of you, and meeting the rest of your class tomorrow morning.

👩🏽‍💻: y’all fw y/n being bisexual orrr? or do y’all want scandals? tell me now😁

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[chiruba]

IM SORRY I HAVE A LOT OF QUESTIONS 😭

2, 5, 7, 14, 21 m 30 !!

and i hope you did great on the test, and if not, it's okay ! you can always recover (i guess??) <3

and im fine ig im just tired and very stressed for my exam, but at least im going to have Chinese food 😔👊 also maybe my cousins may come to my house and play on my xbox jdshd

have a good night 💖

ong i kinda got confused bc i forgot i reblogged that LMAFO 

and thank u!! my overall grade will be based on all the tests/assessments ive done this year so hopefully one or two bad grades wont bring it down too much </3 and omg ive actu never had chinese food b4?? i hope u have fun!!:D

2 -  do you prefer tea, coffee or hot chocolate?

i barely drink all 3 but coffee def!! 

5 - do you have any hobbies? if so, what?

writing is basically my only hobby GJFDJH i used to do dance for a lil bit but gave up bc my dance teacher wanted me to go to a public competition and i would (literally) rather drop out than publicly perform LOL

7 - what's a song that makes you happy?

this ! <3

14 - what's your favorite season?

winter!! sadly my bdays in summer smh🙄

21 - do you believe in the paranormal?

hmm honestly im not sure?? i think im in the middle mostly 

omg stry time i remember when i was younger i would play w my babies in my sisters room (which was creepy as FUCK ‼️ i still hated that room even when i moved out) and thought i saw a demon in the window LMSGSDO im pretty sure it was just a light reflecting onto the window or smth outside but 7 yr old me shit herself 

30 -  what's your favorite musical?

i dont have one </3 m srry its just not smth i personally like😩

soft ask game 

have a good night (or morning ??) too!!<3 

[haec-est-fides]

Filodox’s Trials of Apollo Reactions [Part I]

Welcome to part one of a reflective journey through Trials of Apollo ft. my original ebook annotations! I’ll be your host, 2020!filodox.

For this first episode, we’ll be going back to May 2016, the beginning of it all: The Hidden Oracle.

Annotations for this round are brought to you by 2016!filodox.

Is there anything we should know before we begin, 2016!me?

2016!filodox: I swore on the Styx never to read another Riordan book after he killed Octavian. And yet here we are.

... Alright then! Let’s get started.

But first, a more detailed overview on how this series will work: I will excerpt bits and pieces of the books based on what I highlighted / annotated on my first read. Beneath each quote, I will share what I wrote in the annotation. Below that, I will (occasionally) laugh at my past self, clarify the note, or say how my view has changed.

I encourage questions, comments, and concerns (of which there may be many), so go ahead and use that replies feature if you feel so inclined! However, these are just my opinions and (occasionally) emotional reactions, so no hate pls. <3 (Or, if you do send hate, pls make it funny.)

Now, diving right in with Riordan’s dedication!

To The Muse Calliope. This is long overdue. Please don’t hurt me.

2016!filodox: Hurt him. He didn’t even name the chapters.

As you can see, I had yet to experience Lester’s haiku and was already mad based on the table of contents alone. I went into this series very salty...

I inflicted a plague on the Greeks who besieged Troy.

2016!filodox: At least he did something right. Once.

I was just,,,extremely ready to die on Octavian’s hill. (Though I was a huge Troy / Aeneas stan before all this, just to be clear.)

Is anything sadder than the sound of a god hitting a pile of garbage bags?

2016!filodox: I actually find this particular god crashing into a dumpster quite amusing.

I also blamed Apollo for what happened to Octavian. I think that had a lot to do with how Apollo acted on Delos in Heroes of Olympus, basically disowning Octavian and whining about how some “creature” scammed him? That was bullshit. Apollo needed to own the fact that he blessed Octavian, but he just abandoned him and denied all the blame. TL;DR I had a grudge, okay?

My mind stewed in confusion, but one memory floated to the surface -- the voice of my father, Zeus: YOUR FAULT. YOUR PUNISHMENT.

2016!filodox: Wait, is this bc everyone blames Octavian and therefore Apollo? Bc lol but also no?

*cough* Octavian did nothing wrong 2k16 *cough*

Zeus will reconsider, I told myself. He’s just trying to scare me. Any moment, he will yank me back to Olympus and let me off with a warning.

“Yes...” My voice sounded hollow and desperate. “Yes, that’s it.”

2016!filodox: Apollo is a self centered frat boy, I forgot...but it is slightly...endearing? *narrows eyes*

Ah, how close I was to stanning Lester in the first chapter, when he was at his most “goddy”. You know, I actually made a rule for myself when I started reading Trials of Apollo that I would not under any circumstances stan Apollo. That was a naive goal, because it was never really a danger.

Regardless, Zeus had held me responsible for Octavian’s delusions of grandeur. Zeus seemed to consider egotism a trait the boy had inherited from me. Which is ridiculous. I am much too self-aware to be egotistical.

2016!filodox: I am going to Murder him.

*chef kiss* the hypocrisy ! the lack of self-awareness !

“I just...I assumed -- I hoped this would be taken care of by now.”

“You mean by demigods,” Percy said, “going on a big quest to reclaim the Oracle of Delphi?”

2016!filodox: That sounds like a decent quest, or you know, QUESTING FOR THE SIBYLLINE BOOKS

I’ve always said I can see the future but an inch to the left. Also, I don’t like Ella.

It warmed my heart that my children had the right priorities: their skills, their images, their views on YouTube. Say what you will about gods being absentee parents; our children inherit many of our finest personality traits.

2016!filodox: AND HE’S MAD ABOUT OCTAVIAN?!

I mean ?

Apollo, when Austin and Kayla show ambition: THEY GOT THAT FROM ME <3

Apollo, when Octavian (or Nero, or Caligula) shows ambition: srry i don’t know him ??

He had a weak jawline, an overlarge nose, and a beard that wrapped around his double chin like a helmet strap. His hair was curly and dark like mine, except not as fashionably tousled or luxuriant. His lips curled as if he smelled something unpleasant. Perhaps it was the burning seats of the bus.

2016!filodox: Nero ???

Not quite sure how to feel looking back at this moment. Call out post @ myself for instantly recognizing Nero, when afaik this scene was before we had any hints that Roman emperors were even a plot point? But here’s the thing: I don’t remember why I could recognize him so easily. I don’t remember where 2016!me obtained this ancient Rome knowledge. A mystery.

On another note entirely, did Nero really like,,,astral project into Apollo’s fever dream to address him directly? Because Rhea does. And sometimes Python does. But Nero? Can he do that?

The man laughed as flames licked at his purple sleeves. “You’re not sorry yet, but you will be. Find me the gates. Lead me to the Oracle. I’ll enjoy burning it down!”

2016!filodox: I too enjoy burning things down. # Nero confirmed

My only comment here is “oh you sweet summer child,,,”

Oh. Perhaps some of you are wondering how I felt seeing [Will] with a boyfriend rather than a girlfriend.

2016!filodox: No, actually. I wasn’t wondering. I was plotting how to kill you, them, and quite a few other people. Do you think I could trade you for Octavian?

Oh man, back at it again with the salt. XD

I could only remember my conversations with Octavian, the way he’d turned my head with his flattery and promises. That stupid boy...it was his fault I was here.

A voice whispered in the back of my mind. This time I thought it might be my conscience: Who was the stupid boy? It wasn’t Octavian.

2016!filodox: I can’t really...explain my emotions upon reading this. I’m still not quite okay, but this...it’s bittersweet in a way. I don’t know if this is a poor attempt at a proper closure, the author’s way of beating a dead horse, or just a way to make Apollo seem pitiable. Whatever it is... Octavian was important enough to remain in Apollo’s mortal memory. He somehow made promises to a god and had Apollo wrapped around his finger. And despite being so much like Apollo, the god blames him. Like everyone blames him. But Apollo also realizes, accepts on an infinitesimal scale, that “it wasn’t Octavian”. He wasn’t perfect, but neither is Apollo. Apollo is (at least) subconsciously admitting his own guilt in the whole affair.

...yeah. I will note that this bit isn’t meant to develop Octavian, but rather uses Octavian as a prop to support Apollo’s development? Which is why it still stings. Like thanks, I guess.

“Your judgement in the past has been...questionable. I wonder if you have chosen the right tools for this job. Have you learned from your past mistakes?”

2016!filodox: Nero has made plenty of mistakes to learn from

Love how I just assumed it was Nero back in chapter 10 and went with it, zero hesitation. Also love how I heard Python say Nero has made mistakes and went “oh absolutely”. In fact, here’s something funny in retrospect that will become more and more apparent: I did not like Nero in 2016. Or, at least, I thought I didn’t. There’s something really odd going on here that baffles me, looking back...

“A triumvirate is a ruling council of three,” I said. “At least, that’s what it meant in ancient Rome.”

“Which is interesting,” Rachel said, “because of this next shot.” She tapped her screen. The new photo zoomed in on the building’s penthouse terrace, where three shadowy figures stood talking together....

2016!filodox: Is it bad that I’m smirking? Because it’s getting interesting ~ *clear malicious intent*

Wow, edgy. Triumvirates are just a neat, Roman thing and I stanned.

“The last triumvirate I dealt with included Lepidus, Marc Antony, and my son, the original Octavian. A triumvirate is a very Roman concept...like patriotism, skullduggery, and assassination.”

2016!filodox: THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL EVERYONE. MODERN OCTAVIAN IS A VERY GOOD ANCIENT ROMAN. POLITICS, ESPECIALLY SHADY AF POLITICS AND POWERPLAYS, ARE QUINTESSENTIALLY ROMAN. Also, I’d like to note that it’s confirmed, in this universe’s canon, that Augustus was a son of Apollo.

Ohhhh, wait. I think I’d watched the HBO series Rome by 2016, which would at least partially explain my ancient Rome knowledge. (Amazing tv show btw!)

“He heard them talking in Latin.”

“Latin? Were they campers?”

Pete spread his hands. “I--I don’t think so. Paulie described them like they were adults. He said one of them was the leader. The other two addressed him as imperator.”

2016!filodox: !!!! (obligatory 💕)

I was such a simp for Latin in high school. And the Roman Empire. Still am, but hey.

“The Beast is planning some kind of attack on your camp. I don’t know what it is, but it’s going to be big.”

2016!filodox: Runs in the family I guess

The Octavian / Triumvirate parallels are everywhere... 👀

“The emperors made themselves gods. They had their own temples and altars. They encouraged the people to worship them.”

2016!filodox: # deify me

*smacking my past self with a stick* You stop that! Edgy child!

Anyway, a much better point here is like,,,the Imperial cult was huge in the ancient Roman world. Looking at Apollo’s explanation here, why did only the “worst” three emperors get to be immortal? Did famously “good” emperors like Augustus and Marcus Aurelius have the option of becoming minor gods, but they chose Elysium or something? Are there slightly less infamous emperors just hanging around anywhere as minor gods? A lot of Roman emperors live on in human memory is all I’m saying.

“Wait!” Will said as I reached the door. “Who is the Beast? Which emperor are we dealing with?”

“The worst of my descendants.” My fingers dug into the doorframe. “The Christians called him the Beast because he burned them alive. Our enemy is Emperor Nero.”

2016!filodox: I honestly can’t believe it took this long to reveal this? Was anyone surprised?

Nero’s reveal is rather late in the book compared to Commodus, Caligula, and even Tarquin iirc? But it makes sense, being the first book of the series. Also love how 16-year-old me was like “this reveal is silly because everyone, like me, recognizes Nero on sight” and didn’t question that assumption at all.

“Germani.” Instinctively, I moved in front of Meg. The elite imperial bodyguards had been cold-blooded death reapers in ancient Rome. I doubted they’d gotten any sweeter over the centuries.

2016!filodox: BITCH. See? This is why I love Rome. They knew what they were doing.

Ngl, as someone of Germanic heritage, I felt really represented by the Germani, which is hilarious on so many levels.

He tried to compensate for his ugliness with an expensive Italian suit of purple wool, his gray shirt open to display gold chains. His shoes were hand-tooled leather, not the sort of thing to wear while stomping around in an ant pile. Then again, Nero had always had expensive, impractical tastes.

2016!filodox: I don’t exactly like Nero, and actually think he was quite the shitty emperor, but I guess I mildly respect and “like” him on principle (in this book at least).

OH YOU SWEET SUMMER CHILD. I was so convinced that I didn’t actually like Nero, despite all of the lowkey evidence to the contrary? Who hurt you, past me? (Lmao, it was Tacitus, Suetonius, and Cassius Dio.) My working theory is that I was too much of an Emperor Augustus stan at the time to admit liking Nero. It’s hysterical. Look at me equivocating like a champ.

I’d been so proud of my son, the original Octavian, later Caesar Augustus. After his death, his descendants became increasingly arrogant and unstable (which I blamed on their mortal DNA; they certainly didn’t get those qualities from me).

2016!filodox: I’m glad Apollo and I can agree on something. Augustus was amazing and those who came after him...significantly less so.

See! The propaganda really got to me, what can I say?

Nero clasped his hands as if in prayer. “Oh, my. It seems we’ve had a slight miscommunication. You see, Apollo, Meg brought you here, just as I asked her to. Well done, my sweet.”

2016!filodox: This was obvious but I still find it...gods, the only word I can think of is “delicious”

. . .

“The Beast killed my father. This is Nero. He’s -- he’s my stepfather.”

I could not fully grasp this before Nero spread his arms.

“That’s right, my darling,” he said. “And you’ve done a wonderful job. Come to Papa.”

2016!filodox: Okay, but we should have known this since it became apparent her weapons were Roman. Also, oof. Also also, WHY did Riordan feel the need to add that last line? Why?

ASDFGHJKL: I CAN’T

“After the fire, we’ll rebuild,” he said. “It will be glorious!”

2016!filodox: The amount of times I have used this very logic is worrying.

For (some) context, Firelord Ozai is my favorite character from AtLA. <3

The scene might have been funny except that the Germani were now back on their feet, five demigods and a geyser spirit were still tied to highly flammable posts, and Nero still had a box of matches.

2016!filodox: Oh, I find this plenty amusing!

The emperor stared at his empty hand. “Meg...?” His voice was as cold as an icicle.

2016!filodox: The various ways his tone / voice have been described throughout this conversation are just 💕

*looks at camera like I’m on The Office*

Seriously, though. Nero’s voice is like the central descriptive element of his character because he’s so manipulative. It’s really cool and a great use of detail.

[Meg] turned to Nero. “You told me never to lower myself to my enemies’ level.”

“No, indeed.” Nero’s tone had frayed like a weathered rope. “We are better. We are stronger. We will build a glorious new world. But these nonsense-spewing trees stand in our way, Meg. Like any invasive weeds, they must be burned. And the only way to do that is with a true conflagration -- flames stoked by blood.”

2016!filodox: Real 👏🏻 Gods 👏🏻 Require 👏🏻 Blood👏🏻

I was way too enthusiastic about this whole situation, wasn’t I?

Nero grinned. “Good-bye, Apollo. Only eleven more Olympians to go.”

2016!filodox: Wait, shit, WHAT

Having read Tower of Nero, this probably had something to do with Python interfering with the Fates, huh? But does that mean it’s more Python’s plan or Nero’s? If this was Nero’s plan (with his 12 kids literally replacing the Olympians) that’s,,,really fucking bold.

Then I heard the screaming from Camp Half-Blood.

2016!filodox: Music to my ears ~

I’m presenting every edgy detail of my annotations so I have a proper case file when I inevitably have to face the question “On a scale of one to ten, how relatable is Emperor Nero and why should you have realized it’s a ten sooner?”

In a flash of silver light, the camp’s magical barriers collapsed. The Colossus lurched forward and brought his foot down on the dining pavilion, smashing it to rubble like so many children’s blocks.

2016!filodox: Payback! Dear gods, I can’t stop smiling! I’m just like “YES!” I know this will all probably get fixed or whatever but I’M HAVING A MOMENT.

I’ve learned to appreciate the small wins. <3

Percy grabbed one of the crown’s sunray spikes. He sliced it off at the base, then jabbed it into the Colossus’ forehead.

2016!filodox: As much as Nero is FAR from my favorite, I really don’t like defacing ancient (or replicas of ancient) statues and art...

This is where I just start laughing at myself tbh. I was so insistent on not liking Nero. Like, I sound like I’m in denial. Peak equivocation. What happened to that heart emoji a few chapters back? Why did I suddenly make it about *checks notes* ancient art? Updated translation: nooo don’t ruin the Colossus Neronis it’s so sexy aha

Just as the [arrow] reached its apex and was about to fall back to earth, a gust of wind caught it...perhaps Zephyros looking kindly on my pitiful attempt. The arrow sailed into the Colossus’ ear canal and rattled in his head with a clink, clink, clink like a pachinko machine.

2016!filodox: HOW MANY EX MACHINAS IS THIS ?! The dryads, the arrow, Percy, the enchantment, and THIS ?

One of my criticisms of Trials of Apollo in general is just that the stakes are so much higher and Riordan usually solves that problem by having his heroes win on long odds. The chances of them succeeding at like,,,anything they attempt are astronomical, but of course they manage. It’s not surprising but it does get a little tiring.

“Yo, Nico,” Leo called, “please tell me that’s it for the physical abuse.”

“For now.” Nico smiled. “We’re still trying to get in touch with the West Coast. You’ll have a few dozen people out there who will definitely want to hit you.”

2016!filodox: Oh I’d love to hit him. With the flaming, Imperial gold payload of an onager. Preferably WITHOUT the Pontifex Maximus attached to it -- unless of course you mean the false pontifex, Jason Grace.

Leo was the salt in the wound for this one, ngl. He rekindled my undying ire over Octavian’s death. As I said at the beginning of this, I was extremely ready to die on Octavian’s hill after Heroes of Olympus. That sentiment sticks around for a while...

And we can call that a wrap!

Though it may seem like it, my annotations are not, in fact, a compilation of Nero’s greatest hits. There are a lot of scenes of his that I love (naturally) but I didn’t have anything to say about them when I first read the series. Maybe I’ll share those another time.

In any case, I hope you got something out of this ridiculously long post! Until next time! <3

[narutosss]

Hello dear, how would the founding trio react to their girlfriend, who is very loving to the point that she arrives at midnight while they are asleep and throws herself on top of them and falls asleep?

A/n: I’m srry but this is really cute and I fucking live for this shit. Thank you Kiru-San!

Hashirama

The first time it happened he was confused and a bit startled.

He thought you were sleep walking...all the way to his house?

He was sound asleep in his bed when you came in. It was in the middle of the night too so he wasn’t expecting anything like this to occur.

“____?” He’d say with sleep still apparent in his voice, he could see you getting comfortable and snuggling up onto him. He didn’t have the heart to question you about it.

After a while it’s habitual at this point, he gave you a spare key to his home.

He’s afraid to ask you to move in tho, rejection doesn’t sit well with him.

I mean if you keep this up he might have to start sleeping with more clothes on...

He finally questioned you about it. After you explain to him that you don’t like sleeping alone and that you love the warmth he gives off when you’re both cuddled up in bed together.

He hugs you so tight you can’t breathe, “Then live with me ____! You can throw yourself on me every night and never sleep alone!” It was silent after that remark since he could tell it may have sounded wrong. You stifled a laugh and he blushed out of embarrassment. You can’t say no to that!

Tobirama

Be careful with this one lol

He will attack you subconsciously while he’s resting.

There isn’t much that can rattle him to his core but this did. His guard is completely down when he’s sleeping and his sensory is a bit dulled.

When it first happened, he was startled. He jolted awake and head butted you by accident when he shot up. “Tch.” He was mad, rubbing his forehead, “How did you even get in? The door was locked.”

Hashirama gave you a spare key to his house ??? He’d have to have a long talk with his careless older brother’s unsaid actions.

As it happened more and more often, Tobirama began to expect your destined appearance. He can sense you coming a mile away.

Honestly he just wanted to be more prepared, it felt awkward for him to get sneaked up on so easily by you.

He’d be sure to have extra blankets and pillows in his bed so that you wouldn’t hurt yourself upon jumping into bed with him.

He has long since accepted that you enjoy being in bed with him at night. In fact he enjoys your company more than you know.

Madara

Also, not a smart thing to do. I mean they did all grow up in times of war so naturally this Uchiha male is a light sleeper.

When it happened for the first time, he didn’t bother looking to see who you were.

He reached up to grab you by the neck and flip you over onto your back. He nearly choked you out and killed you upon reflex.

But of course he stopped right away when he saw it was you. He removed his hands quickly but kept you in a harmless straddle.

He was silent as he stared down at you. His brows knitted together and his arms crossed. “____. What are you doing here? I could’ve seriously hurt you.” He chuckled a bit as you sat up the best you could holding your neck with a glare.

You explained to him right there about how you don’t enjoy an empty bed especially when he’s so close.

After a few times of him attacking you out of habit he just expected you to come.

He’d start sleeping with less clothes too for extracurricular activities. ;) ;)

Madara would eventually tell you to stop or move in.

If you weren’t ready to move in and really stopped coming in the night. He’d get kind of upset. He didn’t really mean it, he just wanted you to be with him all the time. Which is something he’d never admit to openly.

Like the audacity??? He’d start going over to your place and plopping into bed with you!

Eventually though, you moved in. His house was bigger...and his bed was way more comfortable.

[multi-fandom-trash]

hey, idk if ur still taking requests so i apologize if i’m sending this and ur not not but how would the ikevamp boys (comte, leo, jean, napoleon, theo, dazai, issac sebas) if that’s too many then u can forget about the last 3 i don’t wanna overwhelm you react to an mc who makes tik toks? like funny/ironic ones maybe occasional dance ones idk how they would find out maybe like they just stumble across her phone and she has a really good data plan lol feel free to mess around with this one tysm!

Hey so i just wanna thank you for what you had said to me. That alone gave me some will power to finish this hc. But disclaimer, i may or may not have ignored Leo, Jean, and Napoleon, but its not that i hate or dislike them, its more of me not knowing what to do for them. But hey i still hope you like it and thank you again for what you had said in my last post.

Comte:

You and Comte had a nice relationship. He’ll spoil you like hell, sure you might have felt bad bc you can never give him anything in return but he would say ur happiness is enough for him. You guys also promised to be honest with each other, so you both can stay happy. 

But like some relationships like that, one of them always hides a secret. Some harsher than others, some more silly and makes you wonder why did they keep that a secret. You had one of these secrets. Not a harsh one, more kinda silly, but you don't know how to tell him, or what his reaction would be, so you kept your phone hidden. 

Also you made some cringy tik toks (srry but who doesn't) and didn't want him to know. 

Sometimes when you aren't busy with work around the house, instead of seeing him like you used to always do, you’ll go to your room to make some tik toks.  But you would go see him occasionally. 

He eventually caught on and was worried about you. So one day when you had finished cleaning and was on your break, you went to your room to upload a tik tok that you’ve been planning on doing while you were cleaning. 

You were 1 quarter through dancing say so by a doja cat, when he softly knocked. You couldn't hear the knock through, because of the music and you were so focused on the dance. So he came in but stood there in shock staring at you. 

You stopped half way through and looked at him kinda worried.  He then chuckled now realizing that why you won't see him burning every break. Also that you kept a phone hidden. The only reason he knew it was a phone was because of sebas. He promised to keep it a secret as long as he spends more time with him than the phone. You agree of course. 

Dazai: 

One day Dazai was looking for you to tell you that sedas was looking for you. The first place he looked was ur room, but insead of finding you he found a small black rectangle thing on your nightstand. You forgot to put it inside your nightstand because you were in a rush that morning. 

He walked up to it with a look of interest. And then it turned on with a small ‘buzz’ and a notification from tiktok. He was intrigued. So he picked it up and for some stupid reason, you dont have a password on your phone, so he got into the app. He was really fond of the arts and dances and creativity that went into it. 

Then you walked into your room to see a smiling and impressed Dazai, holding your phone. You were frozen in fear for what he would say. The he turned to say and asked if you can do one of the challenges with him. 

You were a little confused but then agreed and asked what challenge he wanted to do. 

He then showed you the flip the switch challenge. So you guys did that. After you did more stuff like dances, challenges, reactions. He soon became very famous, which was no surprise to you. 

The two of you had fun, but you told him to promise you that he won't tell anyone about it. And he swore he wouldn't. 

Sebas: 

One day, Sebastian was looking for you. First search the kitchen to see if you are there. Nothing. Then the dining room. Nope. Then your bedroom. You were in the garden at the time hanging laundry. 

Because that morning you were in a rush because you had a lot to do and you wanted to do them quickly but right so you don't need to redo them, so you can go to your phone. 

While Sebastian was looking in your room, he noticed a phone on your bed.(p.s, idk what time period he was from but just go with it.) You forgot to hide it because you were in a rush. 

Then he saw a notification, from an app called tik tok. He was curious because he never heard of the app. Before he can see anything further, you happen to walk in your room exhausted. 

You saw him looking at your phone for a bit then looked at you. 

"How'd you get this?" He asked, sounding really interested. "It was in my pocket when i first came here. "Ahh, and what is 'tik tok"?" He asked, still interested. So you showed him what it was and he was mesmerized by it. 

Also you guys may or may not have done a few together while on break.

Isaac: 

He was on his way looking for you because he wanted to give you a gift. But little did he know you were doing a dance on tik tok. But the dance itself was a problem for the little guy. By that i mean a lot of body movement (idk any dance that would sound like that so witch ever one u want if there is any) 

You were almost halfway through the dance before he opened the door, yet for some reason, you didn't see him. 

He was left face a bright red because of how flustered he was. U finally noticed him almost done with the dance, a bit embarrassed.

"I-i ummm…how long were you standing there?" U studered a bit still embarrassed. 

"A-about 15 s-seconds" he said, still flustered. Then he asked what was the thing you were on. You answered a phone and an app called tik tok showing him. 

You guys would sometimes post videos with each other, just being an absolute cute couple.

You guys even got the title 'the cutest couple' from some of ur fans. U even had more fans but u thought it was bc of isaac. But you both loved it, even if Isaac gets embarrassed from some of the videos you guys make, but he'll get you back for posting them, that was a promise. 

Theo: 

He has been stressed because of work. He was on the clock, 24/7. Of course he would see his hondje at dinner, but after dinner he would go back to work. 

This was kinda ok for you, yes you did miss him, but you also had time to yourself to which you used that time with your phone. So most breaks you had, you would go to your room and be there for the whole time you had.

Arthur took notice of this, like always, so he made a plan. Because you would just stay in your room most of the time he thought you were sad and wanted more theo. He also thought his dear friend needed a break from work. So when he got the time to talk to Theo, he used it to his advantage. 

He told theo something he knew that would make him wanna, *ahem* punish you. (Plz dont ask what i took forever planning that out and i still have nothing)

So as true to form, he cleared his night, so he could do what he planned. 

Because it was night, you had a lot more time to do a dance. So you were half way through a dance before theo barged in the room angry. 

"Hondje!" He said with a scowl. The suddenness of it made you somehow trip and end up falling on the floor with a small 'ow'. 

Theo did a small scoff, looking at you, then he noticed a phone on your desk. His attention was now fully on the device. So he asked about it. 

You told him what it was and the app you were on. He was confused and found your time kinda weird but before you can make a snarky remark, he remembered why he had come there in the first place. 

"Oh, hondje, you deserve a punishment." He said with a smirk, you were confused as to why you needed one. 

"Punishment? Punishment for wh-" before you can finish that question, your lips were caught in a rough kiss. 

Y'all had an amazing night but the next morning you asked theo why you needed a punishment. He came clean and told you what Arthur told him. You told him you never did that. 

Later Theo saw Arthur with a huge grin on his face when he saw theo. Knowing his plan was a success. 

[yourfavkpopgurl]

Blurb of Ayno trying to teach you TikTok dances cause he’s bored doing them alone lol

VAV Ayno trying to teach you TikTok dances.

I had to write this again 3 times bcs my dumbass self forgot to save it welp.

"Ugh I'm boreddd" Ayno complained. "Why don't you watch some tiktoks" you asked him. "OMG" you were shocked by his sudden scream. "I have a cool idea" he said. You looked at him confused and he laughed a bit. "I'm gonna learn you some tiktok dances." He was so excited and dragged you out of the couch to get up. "Let's do something simple" he did the renegade and you were surprised by his action (but actually not really bcs he's a great dancer yk) "Come on I'll show you how it goes" and he teached you all the moves. After some practice and laughing, you finally could do the whole thing. You both made a tiktok and went to sleep. You may or may not went viral at night ;)

A/n: srry that it took so long, I hope you liked it ^^. And I don't really have tiktok tbh. I'm probably one of the only ones😳✋😂

[spootiliousrps]

My first Drarry

Stranger: ((Post DH. Not est. 8th year.)) Sharing a common room with the other repeating students wasn't actually awful. He had his own private bedroom, at least. He was only there to satisfy his probation, which meant when he wasn't in class or in his room... that was his only real option. So two months in, he was actually used to reading and ignoring the other students milling about. It would drive him mad, just being alone in his room all the time. Some of the others were playing some sort of game. Weasley was made to wear his trousers as a shirt and vice versa. Granger had to recite  the alphabet backwards. Draco rolled his eyes.  Silly. He tunes them out. Then an apparently slightly tipsy Blaise is tugging at his ankle and he kicks him in the shoulder, about to tell him to piss right off, when he hears that apparently it was Potter's turn. And the prompt was 'The person to your left has to talk dirty to you' Blaise succeeds in yanking him off the couch and onto the floor with the rest of them. "Oi! You mother- What?" He looks around. Then to his right. Potter. "... Oh, come on. I'm not even playing." He sighs, hangs his head in one hand, kicks Blaise again when he keeps tugging at him, and looks at Harry. "... How long do I have to talk?" Blaise supplies, "Until he can't keep a straight face any more." And Draco sighs. "Fine. Get over here, I'm not going to shout pillow talk at you."

You: [reading]

Stranger: ((Thanks! Sorry about lack of separation I'm on mobile. Also I have another prompt, if you'd rather.))

You: [No worries!]

You: [I love this! LOL... bare with me its been some time since I've been in the fandom and honestly this is my first Drarry ^^; ]

Stranger: ((Nah dog no worries right back atcha. Heads up Draco is gonna speak some French later do you want ooc translations ou non? PS my French is Not Great so bear with me.))

You: Harry listened to the others rambling off, a small amused smile playing on his lips as his gaze followed each person in turn. It wasn't until Blaise turned it from harmless amusement to something dirty and embarrassing. To top it all off he had yanked Draco in to all this. His brows furrowed at the words but he wouldn't back down if the blonde didn't.

"Fine. But I doubt shouting is going to work." Harry huffed, glaring off in the opposite direction.

[No worries. I took a few years of French but I'm pretty shite at it so ooc trans would be very appreciated. ^.^]

Stranger: Draco rolls his eyes and leans forward to tug Potter closer to him, until their knees almost touched. "There we are. Now I don't have to shout." He paused. "Does it have to be in English?" He glances around. Blaise is /cackling/. He gets a few shrugs. "... Est-ce que quelqu’un parle français? Non?" He looks around the group. No one seems to know what he said, "Ta mère est une sale pute" he tries glancing around, then directly at Granger, "... et tu peux sucer ma jolie bite rose. No, nothing?" He eggs on, and she actually shrugs at him. "Why would I know French?" Draco scoffs. "Ah yes because you have abaolutely no arbitrary knowledge bumping about that brain of yours." He tolls his eyes, then he's looking around again, blank faces. "So... ne pas de problem? Bien." He looks back to Harry. "Ready?"

Stranger: ((Does anyone speak French? No? Your mother is a dirty whore (possibly bitch?) And you can suck my pretty pink cock. So... No problem? Good.))

Stranger: ((Testing to see if anyone would react to him throwing insults around was then going idea there. This way if you want anyone to say they know any specific word or something you can))

You: [Got it ^.^]

You: Harry tensed as he was yanked forward, heart beginning to race a bit. He didn't pull away as his own gaze followed Draco's to each individual. He waited until Draco spoke once more before mumbling a few words under his breath. It was a small incantation he had learned during the Triwizard Tournament to translate for one of the French speaking students. It would only last a short time but it would do the trick. The words where practically a whispered and he wasn't sure if anyone heard it but it was worth a shot.

[That is... if this is okay. If you don't want Harry knowing, thats fine too. :3]

Stranger: ((No omg that is fantastic. And hilarious Draco is bout to say some DIRTY shit lol))

You: [lmao!]

Stranger: He heard Harry speak, but didn't quite catch it. "... Alright." He rolls his eyes, and under the protection of the fact that Harry wouldn't understand him anyway, he licks his lips and leans in a bit, some of his weight on his hands, and he pitched his voice soft, "Tu veux m'enculer, Potter?" He asks, and even Harry's last name rolls off with an accent. "Tout ce que tu as à faire, c'est.. demander gentiment.." His lips twitch there, teasing, a bit wicked, "Tu sais... Je pourrais juste vous laisser." He throws in a lovely little look at him, through his lashes. The room is too quiet suddenly. And the way Potter is looking at him is... almost like.. He knows what he's just said.

Stranger: "D'you wanna fuck me, Potter? All you'd have to do, is.. ask nicely.. You know... I just might let you."))

Stranger: ((The word he used for fuck actually might translate more directly to bugger))

Stranger: ((In fact scratch that f word it would translate to bugger))

You: Harry's gaze was focused on the floor as Draco began to speak, there was something about the way the accent rolled off the other man's tongue in a way that made Harry want to shiver. Draco had always been attractive... and frustrating... but he had purposefully never considered him like that. But when the question left his lips, Harry's gaze shot up to meet his. Still, Harry was fairly good at schooling his features; keeping them from showing any real reaction. To everyone else, it was as if he was simply listening to the words he didn't understand. It was all in good fun after all... he couldn't believe any word of it... right?

You: [Kk]

Stranger: Harry actually managed to keep a straight face through all that, so Draco sighs. He probably didn't understand him after all. He wonders if he should just say something shocking in English to make him break, but there was supposed be a 3 minute timer anyway so it hardly mattered. "... Ton yeux vert es.. beau, vraiment. Je ne sais pas.." He shakes his head, just a little, a movement so subtle it was barely there, a subconscious little thing. "Je ne sais pas... Je ne puis me détourner.." he laughs, a breathy little chuckle. And somehow he was just. It all just came out, "Ils sont si verts.. t'es un sacré pagaille.. mais... t'es charmant. C'est terrible..."

Stranger: "Your eyes are gorgeous, honestly. I don't know... I don't know.. I just can't look away sometimes. They're just so green. You're such a damn mess... but... You're charming. It's awful."))

You: Harry's brows furrowed a bit more in confusion, though it no doubt seemed as if it was simply because he didn't understand and in a way he didn't. Draco's words didn't make any sense. He comprehended them but not there meaning... it just... couldn't be right. Still, his emerald gaze seemed to darken with intensity as if he were searching for something that could only be found in the mirrored blues. Other than the furrowed brow, however, he gave no other reaction to the words. [I feel like I'm leaving a lot of this to you and for that I am srry ^^; ]

Stranger: Three minutes was apparently more than Draco thought. Blaise behind him says something about Draco not getting anywhere and he rolls his eyes. "I'm just wearing the bloody clock down." He lies, and somehow looking at Harry's confused expression just. Hurt. It felt like he knew what Draco was saying but just, couldn't even comprehend it. And suddenly he felt disgusted with himself, it was an old feeling. For a split second, it shower on his face, and he looked down, then back up at Harry, "Sod it." He rolls his eyes, all snark and none of the flirtation or the hurt and shame that had been there before, he just leans in real close, back arched, and honestly dramatically, he moans out, "Oh, /Potter/" as he basically flops down, rolling as he went so he was almost, almost laying his head in his lap. He was careful not to actually touch him. "All I want is your big, fat, Saviour cock in me." Which at the very least gets a hearty laugh out of Blaise, and Pansy, and even Longbottom chokes on a chuckle. Weasley and Granger both just choke, "/Pleaase/ pump one of your /perfect/ loads in me," he writhes on the floor next to him, hands roaming over his own body dramatically, with a frankly /perfect/ pork star moan, "Oh, Merlin, I /need/ it Potter, save me, Chosen One, save me with your /massive cock/"

Stranger: ((pork star is officially my favourite typo of ALL time))

Stranger: ((Porn***))

You: I

You: am

You: fucking

You: dying

You: LMAO

Stranger: XDDD over just pork star or over Draco's display??

You: [Mostly the pork star but Draco's display is perf. *applauds*]

Stranger: ((Yeah no pork star is fucking typo gold))

You: [Agreed!]

You: Harry waited, practically hanging on for the next word. There was a brief moment of silence before the moan of Harry's name filled the room and he frowned, letting out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. He watched Draco's ridiculous display, his frown only deepening before he gave his own eye roll. "You win." He stated flatly as he pushed to his feet, obviously done with it all. Draco's drastic change had gotten to him. He was confused and suddenly exhausted.

Stranger: "Oh, come on!" He laughs, watching him go. "That was /funny/." He says, grinning a bit hollowly up at him, upside down on the floor. His hair was longer, worn a bit loosely, he hadn't been bothering with doing much to it, so it was spread out under his head in a white-blonde, wavy halo. "Don't you think I'm pretty, Potter?Tu as écouté si attentivement à Mon français" he taunts, "Am I not good enough in the Queen's English, Potter?"

Stranger: ((You listened so carefully to my french"))

You: Harry gave a dismissive wave, as he turned to storm towards his room. He paused at the sound of the French once more, his annoyance only growing with the words.He turned on his heel with a glare, just inside the thresh hold towards his room. "C'est simplement parce que vous étiez plus intéressant en français." He shot back, only wanting to wait long enough to catch Draco's reaction before he would disappear down the hall.

You: [still with me?]

Stranger: It was, admittedly, a bit clunky. And formal. And it didn't sound conversational or casual. And his accent was... awful. Draco's mouth snapped shut, though. Because that was definitely French. And. Oh. Oh, fuck. There was the look of utter shame, again. Blaise is laughing, "look at Malfoy's /face/ oh, Merlin. You poncey bastard." And. Okay. That was about all he could take. He sits up, "You know what, Zabini? Go fuck yourself gently with the business end of a dragonhide mace, you smarmy cunt." And now it's Draco's turn to storm off. He bumps against Potter on his way to his room and mutters, "You're a right foul git, Potter." As he goes. There's a pause, throughout the room. Draco's door slams. Neville pipes up, "... He left his book..."

You: Harry didn't move to stop him, just shot him another glare as he pushed by. He should just leave it at that. He should have never used that stupid spell... It was better not know. Besides, his French was bad even to his ears; the spell had done just enough to get him by at least. His attention went from the door to Draco's room back to the common area at Neville's words and after a moment's hesitation he strode back to the boy and offered his hand out for the book silently.

Stranger: Neville looks a bit uncomfortable. But then he hands the book over. "I... didn't know you spoke much French, Harry." He says. Hermione looks surprised, too. Ron scoffs. "Bloody hell if he was saying anything like that in French I don't know how you kept such a straight face.." And cue Blaise, "What DID he say?"

You: Harry took the book, and flipped through the pages briefly, not making eye contact with anyone.. "I don't." He answered Neville, "And he didn't." He answered Ron before completely and obviously ignoring Blaise, before turning back towards his room, book in hand.

You: Draco obviously didn't expect anyone to understand his words which meant they were private. Harry might not quite understand what they all mean but he knew it wasn't for any of them to know at the moment.

Stranger: Draco was leaning out his window, cigarette hanging off his lip, a hand in his hair. He'd shut the door but- shocker. He wasn't allowed a lock. He'd already been barefoot and timeless, out there. (He recalls the first time Potter had seen Draco walk out of his room like that. He stared at Draco's feet for an uncomfortable amount of time. Until Draco had finally said 'what did you think I just had little pegs that expensive shoes attached to?" And he'd actually gotten something almost like a laugh) The memory makes him groan, now. Sucking a drag off his cigarette and thumping his head against the windowsill. He was already more undressed, now, having immediately shucked his trousers and pulled on a thick jumper. It was dark blue and had a cowl neck, wide sleeves, and he'd yet to bother with pulling anything on over his trunks.

Stranger: ((To remove confusion bc I've no idea where you're from precisely and am not actually sure how common the term is or who would even know this trunks are basically pants somewhere between boxer briefs and reg. Briefs. An American once asked why he had a swimsuit on when I used the term xD))

You: [XD lol I'm from Texas but I actually watch way to much British Television but I really do appreciate the clarification. I remember the first time I actually had to have someone clarify. It was pretty embarrassing lol]

Stranger: ((I live in the states now but spent some of my childhood in Manchester so everything is all screwy. Half the time I'm positive something is American slang and am dead wrong. I called fireworks bangers once and was greeted with so many chuckles.))

Stranger: ((Then i said "Oh you thought i meant sausages" and there were even MORE laughs))

You: Harry stepped into his room, book tucked under his arm, closing the door behind him. He gave a huff as he plopped onto the bed, stretching out a bit as he stared up at the ceiling still frustrated. Did Draco really think that about his eyes? Did it really matter? Surely it was just one of those passing thoughts that everyone had. Kind of like the way he could appreciate the way Draco's shirts squeezed his upper arms so well or his perfectly form fitting jeans... okay no. He gave another huff, kicking off his shoes. This was just stupid he just needed to forget about it.

He sat there for some time, trying to do just that, distracting himself the best he could with anything he could think of; like reciting the alphabet backwards like Hermoine had or listing every spell he knew by heart... but after a bit he finally threw in the towel and pushed to his feet, collecting the book he had tossed on his nightstand and heading across the hall. He'd just knock on the bloody door and demand to know what it was all about... Right... Easy...

Still he hesitated, lifting his hand only to pause... try again... same result. Finally he gave a curse under his breath and knocked.

You: [Lol I love it! Thats super cute. I actually started using the word trouser instead of pants a long time ago and everytime I had to write an order form for uniforms at work I'd get made fun of lol. All in good humor of course.]

Stranger: Awe lol s'cute. Brb I have to ice my arm))

You: [???]

Stranger: ((I broke my elbow))

You: [Oof. Srry to hear that.]

Stranger: ((Still healing lol))

Stranger: ((Well dislocated it. It happens. ))

Stranger: ((I have a joint thing in one arm. ))

You: [Sounds painful]

Stranger: ((Oh 10/10 worst pain of my life. ))

You: [<3]

Stranger: By the time Harry knocked Draco was starting his second cigarette, though it wasn't lighted yet. He rolls his eyes. It's probably Pansy, trying to worm her way back into his good graces. "What." He says flatly as he yanks the door open, still not wearing any trousers. And that was Potter. At his door. He drops his cigarette. "... um."

You: Harry had planned on exactly what he wanted to say but as Draco pulled open the door, all coherent thought left him; his gaze lowering to take in the other boy's state. His stare lingered briefly before he cleared his throat and glanced away. What was he doing? Oh the book! Right! He lifted the book high enough to almost use as a barrier between them, gaze still averted. He didn't say a word, still unable to.

Stranger: He bends, picks up his cigarette and snatches the book away from him, hastily, slamming the door in his face right after. He smacks himself in the face. Stupid. Fucking. Stupid. He pulls a pair of sweats on, they were knee length, sinched at the ends and lacing up the front. He swings the door open again. "Ta." He says, and then goes to swing the door shut again.

You: Harry did /not/ want to watch Draco bend to pick up the fallen fag, absolutely NOT. He didn't have long to think about it before the door was being slammed in his face. He blinked, staring at the polished wood dumbly before it opened again. He let the other boy close it in his face once more, jaw setting in annoyance. Fine. Obviously he was indeed over thinking it.

"You're welcome!" He called loudly, tone exposing his mood. "Prick." He grumbled more under his breath as he turned back across the hall.

Stranger: The door doesn't open but Draco's voice is clear enough, "Fuck you too Potter! You don't get to be pissy at me right now!" And there's a thump. He threw something at his door. You know. Like an adult.

You: That did it! "Oh?! And why is that?!" He snapped in return, from where he stood in his doorway. "Because you're having your own tantrum! I was just returning your book you knob!"

You: [I'm going to have to go soon. But I don't want this to end T.T could we continue elsewhere?]

Stranger has disconnected.