#no upperclassmen allowed

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

my proudest moment is marching onto the school grounds at 13:53 at full speed, bumping into a teacher, and have them go oh hi ^-^ instead of wtf are you doing here

[echidnana]

school live is far from perfect but something about it is just so fucking good

[cloudcountry]

since you guys liked my idea so much here it is: WAYS THE NRC BOYS WOULD MAKE YOU WORSE

reader's personality is based more off of in-game yuu than anything? this set of hcs is a bunch of hypotheticals basically. this can be read as platonic or romantic idk each guy is written as if they are the closest person to you, friends or otherwise.

IF YOU SEE A TYPO NO YOU DONT

mentally preparing myself for the "i wouldnt do that!!!!!" comments...and post.

Riddle increases your attentiveness to the rules tenfold. No matter how meek you are, he makes your voice strong—and oh boy does it carry. You’re yelling at people for running in the halls, chastising them for not doing their homework, and opening your mouth wider when you speak. For a school full of troublemakers like Night Raven, the entire student body is so disappointed there’s another Riddle.

Trey makes you more passive, less likely to speak up when you see something. He’s always stood back in the shadows, watching over everything without saying a word, and it’s seeped into your personality, too. You’re spineless now. This world is unfamiliar, why should you try to do anything? You’d only stand out. You don’t want to be outstanding. You want to be as normal as possible. So you stand back.

Cater gets you wrapped up in the hype of social media. It started out as a way to indulge his interests but now you’re on Magicam all day, scrolling and scrolling and scrolling. You send things to your friends and say “hey, we should do this” but never make any actual effort to connect with them outside of that. You fall easier into jealousy because you’re surrounded by glamor.

Deuce makes you reckless. He’s so willing to throw himself into things and it spurs you to do the same, no matter how many times your teachers or potential upperclassmen tell you not to. You can’t hear anything but Deuce and his yelling, his enthusiasm and terror for whichever situation you two find yourselves in, knowing that you’d follow him anywhere.

Ace makes you all the more prickly, your sharp jabs and irritating smugness a product of spending too much time with him. You two are two peas in a pod, but to an outsider you two just seem...irritating. You have a talent for getting under people’s skin and have definitely gotten better at lying.

Leona thinks its so cute how you try to defend him at every twist and turn. Like no, he is as dastardly as everyone is saying. Why are you trying to deny it? You’re suddenly seeing reason in the most massive ego-ed people this side of Sage Island and Leona honestly doesn’t know if he should be concerned for you or be amused because of you. (This one in particular was inspired by @loser-jpg LMAO)

Ruggie could have made you prioritize yourself more, but you think he took it a bit too far. See, now you’re snatching cafeteria items and worksheets right under people’s noses, giggling as they demand you give it back. Sometimes they don’t even notice you, but even if they did you’ve learned how to be lighter on your feet.

Jack and you are incredibly uncooperative people (unless you owe someone, of course.) He’s guided you away from asking for help, insisting that the people here will take advantage of you then turning around to say that he doesn’t care, he just doesn't want to get wrapped up in your mess. It’s like you can’t trust anyone but him and your Heartslabyul friends anymore.

Azul has given you one nasty sense of perception, allowing you to key into every little detail and find loopholes in the things people say in a second. He’s turned you into a deadly asset, one he treasures just as much as the student body fears. You read over his contracts and point out what you would do to get out of them, and he adjusts accordingly. What a fine team you two make!

Jade makes it clear that his morals are less than savory, and will often encourage you to partake in things you really shouldn't. You rationalize it as Jade helping you go after the things you want, to finally take and take and take from people when you’ve been so selfless all your life, because it's what you deserve isn’t it?

Floyd will often rope you into his schemes, and it's not wrong before you start doing the same. Once a model student, attending every class, you now skip class and watch with amusement as Floyd threatens another student, hiding your smile behind your hand. They may plead for your assistance, but who are you to stop Floyd? This poor soul clearly owed something.

Kalim instills you with a sense of jealousy and helplessness. He has money to solve all of his problems, his life must be so easy. You’ve lived through so many overblots and received no help from anyone, but Kalim has always been so kind and generous to you. It makes you resent him a little, and anyone else who tries to help, because they all have things that you don’t and that's just not fair.

Jamil twists and bends your mind so much that you can do the very same thing to others. You’ve caught onto his little game and he knows it, eyeing you with anticipation whenever you speak in the same honeyed tone he uses when he wants something. You’ve gotten scarily good at hiding it too, shooting him a smug grin because you know he knows, but nobody else does.

Vil brings out so much confidence in your abilities it’s borderline arrogance. You know you’re capable, so why doesn’t everyone just let you handle this? You can do it, they can’t. So they should just step aside. You’re not doing it to be mean, so why are they getting so annoyed at you? You’re just better.

Rook has some eccentricities, and you’re well aware of them. They put you off at first, but now you’re used to him. It just seems normal now. You’re not sure why everyone makes such a big deal out of his tendencies, that’s just how he is. He’ll stalk you, hunt you down, but he’s having fun! Don’t spoil it for him!

Epel is actually the perfect fit for NRC, you think. He’s a troublemaker, he’s stubborn, and he’s so, so angry. But he’s right! Why should you respect people who claim to be above you? It’s so irritating that they walk around with those annoying smirks on their faces. You two should do something about that, don’t you think?

Idia has a very specific way of talking that can not only be confusing, but can also irritate the hell out of people. Of all things you could pick up from him, you picked up his smug jabs and insults, accompanied by a tooth grin and a laugh. It’s unnerving how much he’s rubbed off on you, a true testament to how close you too are much to the chagrin of the rest of NRC.

Malleus finds so much delight in being your bodyguard, your most trusted companion, that he doesn’t even bat an eye when you use his magic for your own gain. You’ve gotten soft, molding to whatever shape Malleus wants you to be just so he won’t leave. You’re helpless without him, only he has the will and the magic to protect you. So won’t he please stay?

Lilia has a way of dodging the truth, putting a smile on his face even when he’s hurting. It makes you think that, if he can do that, why can’t you? Lilia is smart, he knows how to go about life, so you should follow his lead and bury your problems until they’ll never see the light again.

Sebek has done nothing but berate you for being human since you met him, and even if you’ve gotten closer to him over the course of your stay in Twisted Wonderland, you’re starting to think he’s right. If you had magic, if you weren’t human, you’d be more powerful. It’s a fact. You could do so much more if you weren’t so weak.

Silver has made you complacent. He takes each step carefully, protecting both you and Malleus, so why would you need to protect yourself in any capacity? It’s so nice, having this safety net. If you could, you'd rely on Silver forever, never facing the cruel realities of the world that are blocked by his strong arms.

[lazyjellyfishcreation]

batman AU where everything is the same, exept that the Al Ghuls are the official royal family of the soverain city state of Nanda Parbat.

Like, its a very small country, but a powerful one and absolutely fuckall is known about their royal family, or the nation itself bc it's impossible to send spies inside without never hearing from them again. Nobody, exept for immidiate family even realizes that Damian is an actual crown prince of an actual country.

Like, just, him, on twitter. and then someone makes a joke about him and the way he is so overly formal in public. And Damian is like, 'yeah, I'm representing my whole country here, I'm the crown prince of my nation', and the person on twitter is like...

'Wat?'

And then Dick comes in the comments like. 'Look up the royal liniage of Nanda Parbat before you embarras yourself, I am begging you.' que a small twitter freakout bc holy shit, the youngest Wayne kid is actual fucking royalty, also, apparently Brucie Wayne fucked a princess, what's up with that?

the consequences this would have. Imagine this. They're at a gala, and IDK Black Mask shows up to rob/kidnap/kill them. The hired security never stood a chance. Bruce is there and is already making plans to slip out, and appear as batman.

interestingly enough, Damian is not making similar plans.

Damian just waits.

No more then two seconds later, at least 12 shadows crash trough the roof and absolutely massacre everyone there. No mercy, just murder, before making a protective ring around Damian, who is still completely cool and composed.

The cops try and make a stink about the 2 dozen dead henchmen and the dead Black Mask, but Crown Prince Damian just calmly walks over and tells commissioner Gordon that these were his body guards, and are therefore allowed to do these things if they judge it to be in favor of the crown prince's safety.

Nobody can really argue with that.

Two days later, at school, there are some upperclassmen who are being bitches, and are like. 'Where are your bodyguards now?'

'Just because you can't see them, doesn't mean they're not here.'

And a red dot appears on the boys forehead.

I just think it would be really funny if Damian Al Ghul was a genuine prince, in an official, international way. PS.

Even better if the Al Ghul's adopt Jason along the way, and Jason just, straight up also becomes a prince. He's not blood related tho, so he's still in line behind Damian, even though he is the oldest.

That would be insanity. After the Black mask fiasco, Jason just orders the shadows around like. 'okay, after we're done here, escort the crown prince to the secure location.' or whatever.

Someone films it. It goes viral.

People are like; 'what the fuck, why can you order them around like that.'

And Jason is like; 'I am the second prince, therefore, by tradition, the General. The Nanda Parbat fighting forces are under my command.'

and all of twitter is like; ????????

Do you see my vision here???

[nonotnolan]

Rush Week

You develop a special sort of bond with a guy when you've swapped bodies and you're touching each other's dick. It's the justification that Sigma Epsilon Chi gave for their partnership with Cuerpo Inc. during rush week, and I had to admit it makes sense. More to the point, Sig-Ep is THE frat to be in, so I knew I was going to do whatever it took to become a member, hazing be damned.

My face has never been much to look at-- my ears have always been huge, my hair is hopelessly curly, and I think my features are more rugged than handsome. I certainly don't have legacy money or family connections. I pledged with the hope that my muscles or my vibes would get me a ticket in, and I was so relieved to get that offer letter.

They said the house would swap bodies at random for the weekend, but I know that the machinery they use allows you to specify certain swaps and randomize others. I was convinced one of the upperclassmen will be taking my body while I ended up in some twig body for maximum embarrassment... and I wasn't wrong.

Henry is... he's a good guy, honestly. His parents are loaded and he can eat damn near anything and it doesn't affect his figure. I've never been fashion forward, so having access to his closet has been wild. The guy actually owns a sewing machine! He's also one of those guys who is never seen without product in his hair-- he actually left me instructions on how to take care of it. I can only imagine what he's gonna do in my low maintenance body-- all I own are tank tops and gym shirts. I'm half-expecting to come back to a new wardrobe and a manicure. But holy hell, the dude is thin and lanky in ways I didn't think was possible. I hope he enjoys having some actual meat on his bones.

The biggest thing is that Henry is gay. Which, you know, that's totally cool by me! More chicks for the rest of us. But once I was put into his body, seeing all of my fellow bros roaming around shirtless and feeling up their new muscles... I don't know how Henry can wear these skinny jeans all the time. I was rock-hard within minutes and it physically hurt to have my new eight inches constrained by denim. I almost feel guilty, giving him the shorter end of the stick.

I'm pretty sure Henry is an insatiable bottom, so all of that size seems wasted but... what can you do? Anyway, we're allowed to hook up this weekend as long as we use condoms and... when else am I gonna have this opportunity, you know? If I don't take this chance, I'm gonna be consumed by the 'what if's forever. Also the part where I'm horny as fuck in his body.

Lucky for me, whoever ended up in Joey's body was giving me the side-eye the whole time we were at the opening mixer, so I don't think it will take much effort to get my dick wet. His body has the type of smooth skin I've always envied, and I'm honestly jealous at how handsome his face looks. He's got a dirty blonde dye job that plays into his charm, and his muscles are... well, they might be bigger than mine. My real muscles, anyway.

"You wanna head upstairs to my room?" Joey asked, grabbing my bulge in his hand. He flashed a dazzling grin, and I could feel myself swooning from the confidence. God, I wanted him so bad. But Joey was just a Sophomore, which meant he still had one of the smaller bedrooms.

"My room," I said, shaking my head. A thought crossed my mind, and once again I figured I may as well follow the impulse. I threw my arms around Joey's neck and jumped into his arms. He stumbled a bit, but pretty soon his arms were hooked underneath my body to support my weight. So many of my friends back home did that all the time, and now I understood why they found it addicting. I leaned in close enough for him to feel the heat of my breath as I whispered into his ear, "I want you inside me."

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"I really needed that," I said, putting some clothes back on after the most intense session of my life. "Can't say that I had ever imagined getting fucked by a man before, but, uhh... I enjoyed it, it was good. Hopefully that was good for you, too?" I could feel myself starting to blush. "I've never been a gay man before, but I think I got the hang of it there at the end."

"Bro, you were great, don't even worry about it," Joey said, resting a comforting hand on my shoulder. "But, uhh... what do you mean, you've never been a gay man before?"

I paused, trying to figure out whether or not he was messing with me. "I mean... I'm in Henry's body right now? It's me, Matty. I'm not actually gay. But, you know... when in Rome."

He just laughed at me. "Bro, that's not how it works. Attraction is all in the brain. Like... yeah, the real Henry is out and proud, but you being in his body doesn't make you gay. If you were into that, you've always been into dudes. You were just too afraid to admit it."

His face was all smiles, but his words felt like a punch to the gut. "Wait, but... I can't be gay, I've had girlfriends, I..." I tried to come up with some sort of defense, but nothing came to mind. I thought I was caught up in what other guys looked like because I was jealous. Was that just some warped form of attraction? "Are you sure the swap works like that?"

Joey wrapped me in a warm hug. "I'm sure. Sorry, bro. Didn't mean to give you a existential crisis. I thought you knew. You may not be gay, if it helps? You might be, like... Bi or Pan instead. And no one's gonna make you pick a label right away. Take your time, see what feels right."

He had a point. Being attracted to dudes wasn't limited to just gay men. And anyway, it's not like being gay would be a bad thing. I just... I didn't think it was me. "Hey, thanks bro," I said, hugging him back. "And... sorry if I sounded insulting. There's nothing wrong with being gay, I just didn't think... well, I'll definitely have to figure out my, uhh... my truth, I guess."

I started lowering my hands back down to his ass, and pretty soon we were making out again. "Hey, are you sure this is what you want?" Joey asked, pausing as I started to strip again. "Feels like you're moving fast, and I want to make sure you're not, like... pressured or whatever."

"Yeah, I'm sure," I replied, smiling at him. "You're the one who told me to see what feels right. That was my first time having sex with a dude, and it felt pretty good. So I think I'm gonna have sex with a guy for a second time. See what happens."

He smiled back, and I could feel myself melt. I don't know who's in Joey's body right now, but I hope it's someone hot. There's no way we aren't hooking up once we swap back.

[4suke]

return.

tsukishima kei x reader oneshot, fluff/angst, exes to lovers crossposted on ao3 as higashikatas.

his undoing first came in the form of a thick white envelope stamped in curlicues of golden ink.

SHIMIZU KIYOKO WEDS TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE! reads the stiff card inside and he allows a small smile to appear on his face, before opening his messages and congratulating them both. he won’t deny that he’s happy for them; they’re the only high school couple he knew that ever truly worked out. never mind the fact that it felt vaguely like a slap in the face when he thought about his own first romance.

now, kei’s thinking to himself that maybe he should have been a dick and not shown up. the wheedling and whining of all his ex-upperclassmen would have been preferable to the scene unfolding before his eyes right now.

it was stupid of him to not consider that you would be here too… but wasn’t that the point of the last seven years? the amount of time it had taken for him to forget about you felt pathetic in itself. the amount of time it took for all that work to be undone was even worse.

you were laughing. head tilted back, eyes crinkled and your hair cascading down your back. he doesn’t know why he’s surprised to see that it’s grown longer- a lot changes in seven years, he has to remind himself. you’re being twirled around by hinata, who’s own beaming face only seems to amplify your joy. the lighting hitting both of your faces made things worse. kei felt like a side character now- which he supposed he was now. the chapter about the two of you had long been shut.

he doesn’t know how long passes before the song comes to an end. hinata bows low over your hand, pretending to bite your finger instead of kissing it, and you both start giggling all over again. you glance away from hinata for a second, collecting your breath, and your gaze slides onto him.

it’s like time has stopped (as cheesy as it feels) and neither of you have changed and grown and matured; he’s still the sharp-tongued, short-tempered high school boy and you’re still the beautiful, perfect high school girl who would playfully place daisy chains in his hair before a game and grin when he took them off and tucked them protectively into his backpack. the same girl who intertwined hands with his during video games just to mess with him and crow over his loss. the same girl who kissed his swollen eyelids on the rare occasions he let himself cry. the same girl who told him you loved him every single night without fail.

your grin falters and the facade is broken. nodding in response to something kageyama is saying, you duck your head and slip away.

kei doesn’t blame you in the slightest.

the rest of the afternoon seems to pass like a blur. he vaguely remembers sugawara cackling about ennoshita being the one to catch the bouquet and yamaguchi hovering by his elbow for a few minutes talking animatedly before wandering off with yachi, until he ends up at a table alone watching everyone else on the dance floor.

“i know being a bitter asshole is kind of your trademark, but could you try to tamp it down a bit?” you side eye him while taking a sip from your drink, passing him an identical glass. “it’s a wedding. be nice. don’t scare the children.”

he’s not sure if he jolted with the surprise, but can you blame him? the last time you spoke was the five minute video call seven years ago when he’d ended the horribly optimistic and unrealistic long-distance relationship the two of you had vainly kept up almost half a year into college. the shitty wifi connection had done nothing to hide the wetness in your eyes and he’d stared at the blank screen for almost an hour afterwards trying to convince himself that he’d done the right thing.

compared to the last version of you he remembers, the you that is now coolly surveying him over the rim of your glass seems almost scarily calm. some of his thoughts must have shown on his face, because you sigh and almost roll your eyes before sitting down opposite to him.

“so what have you been up to?”

he scoffs. “really?”

“really.”

he fiddles with his cuff. “i graduated.”

you nod. “tadashi showed me pictures. your hair was longer.”

“yeah. i’m working at the museum now.”

“just like you’d always wanted,” you murmur, smiling. it doesn’t reach your eyes.

all i’ve ever wanted is you, kei wants to cry out. instead, like the coward he is, he manages a weak nod and watches you take another sip of your wine.

the silence stretches awkwardly and you make to get up, murmuring something about going to get another drink.

he can’t have that. he knows if you walk away now, he’ll never see you again, so he grabs your wrist desperately. “what about you?”

you stare at his hand, an indecipherable look in your eyes. “i graduated.”

“yamaguchi didn’t show me any pictures.”

“yeah. he and shoyo also made me block you from seeing them. they said i should let you die of curiosity while i moved on and that it was what you deserved for being a jerk.” your voice tapers off awkwardly and kei feels like he’s been dunked in an ice bath.

“you and hinata… are you…” he can’t bring himself to say it.

you raise an eyebrow. “this is none of your business, but no.”

“i know,” he says a little too quickly. “sorry.”

“i’m working at that firm, by the way,” you continue. “just like i-”

“-always wanted,” you both say in unison. you give him a faint smile and he tentatively loosens the grip on your wrist, moving to intertwine his fingers with yours. you don’t stop him.

he doesn’t make an effort to continue the conversation from there, terrified of ruining something and making you leave all over again. meanwhile, the party is slowly dying down- the speakers are blaring progressively less aggressive music, and most of the dance floor has split up from larger dance groups to couples swaying together in each other's' arms. he watches as your eyes follow tanaka and shimizu (except technically she’s a tanaka too now) smiling softly at each other in the middle of it all.

the last dance is announced, and kei clears his throat. “do you want to…?”

you turn back towards him, raising an eyebrow. “you don’t dance in public.”

“a lot changes in seven years.”

“fair enough.” you let kei lead you between the dancers, hand never leaving his, and curl your other one around his shoulder. his other hand finds itself gently on your waist, unsure of the exact amount of distance to be putting between the two of you. this brings another hint of a smile to your face, and you effectively close the gap. your head is almost leaned on his chest and he’s sure you can hear his heartbeat as you take a deep inhale.

“was there anyone else?” you ask suddenly, and he almost trips.

“just one,” he says carefully. “girl in anthropology named miyawaki all through junior year. and some one night stands. you?”

you hum. “engineering guy named nakamura for a year and a half. that was all.”

was he better than me? he wants to ask. handsomer? funnier? kinder? what was it that made you stay with him for almost two whole years? most of all, he wants to know why you broke up. apparently you’re thinking on similar lines, because you beat her to the question.

“so why did you end it with her?”

“why did you end it with him ?” he doesn’t mean to rebuff your question with another one- his defense mechanisms are kicking in.

you shoot him an unimpressed look. “why do you think?”

he nods, smiling slightly. “me too. i think.”

“crazy.” your smile reaches your eyes this time. “still in love with me after all this time.”

“how could i not be?” he shifts you closer to him, tucking your head under his chin and wrapping his hand tighter around yours.

“why’d you do it, then?” you mumble into his jacket.

“do what?”

“tsukki.” you graze his knuckle with a sharp nail tip.

he sighs. “it would’ve been hard. i was just trying to stop it before it got too hard.”

“selfish,” you mutter. “considering how it was harder for me without you.”

“it was harder for me too.” he swallows, holding you even closer. “and i’m sorry.”

you don’t respond, but he feels the hand on his shoulder curl tighter into the fabric of his jacket, and allows himself to smile a little.

“you still know me better than anyone else,” you say. “and we’re both never getting over each other.”

“you’re saying you want to…” he can’t finish the sentence, terrified of having misread the room horribly.

“yeah.” for the first time, he hears some nervousness leak into your voice. “maybe we had to grow apart before we-”

“-came back together,” you say together, him finishing your sentence for the second time that afternoon.

you tilt your head upwards, brushing noses. “and i know you better than anyone else too, tsukishima kei”

“can i kiss you?” he murmurs, hand coming up from your waist to cup your face gently. you don’t even respond, simply going up on your tiptoes to meet his lips.

seven years and two broken hearts and oceans of what-ifs and broken promises later, he’s still a boy in love with the same girl. if he imagines it just right, it’s exactly like your first kiss on the steps of the volleyball team’s gym, the warm summer breeze and bright stars above the only witnesses. like then, it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him, the one thing he knows he’ll never get tired of.

neither of you notice your upperclassmen breaking out into frenzied whoops, money exchanging hands, pictures being taken. but none of that matters- because right here in your arms, he’s never felt more complete. when you pull away, he knows you, the only other person that knows kei more than anyone in the world, who knows exactly how he feels with a single look into his eyes, feels exactly the same way.

beaming like the sun itself, you kiss him again.

[marauder-misprint]

Meeting Padfoot

Series Masterlist

Sirius Black x Fem!Slytherin!reader

1.4k words

cw: fluff, swearing

When Dorcas opens the portrait, chaos is audible. Taking a small step through the doorway, you see what’s going on. There’s a large black dog that is running around, barking and baring its teeth at students. There’s a first year student sitting on top of a table, crying. The dog periodically stops to chew on something. Ripped papers are scattered across the floor and the leg of one of the couches has been gnawed on. 

“See!” Dorcas says, shoving you more into the room. “Now fix it!”

You give her a sour look. “What am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know. Thought you were a dog person.”

“I am, but I’m not bloody animal control!”

With the portrait closed behind you and you physically in the common room, Dorcas hurries past the dog to the girls’ dormitory staircase where Marlene is waiting for her. They disappear up the stairs. You groan and watch the dog. A quick glance of the room tells you that there are no upperclassmen around. It’s just you and a handful of terrified preteens. 

“I’m going to murder them,” you mumble to yourself, referring to the Gryffindors in general and likely whoever owned this dog, or whoever was dumb enough to bring said dog into Hogwarts. 

You keep your demeanor calm as you walk toward the middle of the room. The dog, while still wreaking havoc, watches you. You could’ve sworn the dog smiled at you, or at least seemed happier. Maybe it saw you as someone to play with rather than someone trying to capture it and end its fun. You decide it sees you as a playmate since it never lets you get close to it by cheerfully bounding out of your reach whenever you tried to get close enough to maybe pet it. 

With a groan, you sit against the back of a couch. The dog takes its time as it walks by you, curious as to why its playmate isn’t playing anymore. It walks closer than it had before, sniffing your foot. You lunge forward and grab it by the scruff of its neck. You caught it off guard. It has a kind of defeated look in its eyes but it doesn’t fit you. Without letting it go, you move it closer to you so you can pet it gently. The dog calms down enough to lay down. Despite this, you maintain a hand on it at all times. You caught the damned thing once, you weren’t going to do it again.

“So, um, Gryffindors, how is there a dog in your common room?” you ask loudly, scanning the room again. 

Maybe one of the first through third years had an answer for you. It was hopeful and you knew it. So you aren’t surprised when you're met with silence.

“Ah, you caught him!” James declares, appearing at the bottom of the boys’ stairs. “‘Bout time.”

You give him a glare. “Do you know how he got in?”

James shrugs as he walks toward you and crouches to pet the dog. 

“It’s not like he can give the portrait the password… Someone had to let him in.”

“Maybe Sirius?” James suggests. 

“Where is he?”

He shrugs again. 

“So not in your dorm then…” You roll your eyes and look down at the dog. 

The dog lets out a whine and you scratch him behind his ears. 

“He certainly likes you,” James muses as the dog rolls into you.

“Why do you think Sirius let him in?”

“Just a feeling.”

“Has he mentioned a dog to you before? I thought they weren’t allowed at Hogwarts.”

“Oh, they aren’t.”

You narrow your eyes at James.

“You know more than you’re telling me. Whose dog is this?”

“Sirius’...”

You groan. “Snuck his dog into school and let it run around the common room? Fuckin’ idiot…”

The dog whines again and you coo at him.

“So what’s his name, then?”

“Padfoot.”

You hum and then look at James curiously. 

“Is this why you guys wanted me to chat up Black? You knew he had a dog?”

“Uh, sorta?”

You laugh, rubbing the dog’s belly.

“Well, if he had mentioned he had a dog, maybe we’d get along better.”

“Never mentioned his dog? That’s odd,” James says with fake musings. “He loves Padfoot!”

“And Padfoot loves me,” you coo, smiling down at the dog who you swear is smiling back at you again.

You giggle as Padfoot lurches to lick your face. 

“Hey! Down boy!” James scolds, but you’re just laughing as you allow the dog to cover you in slobber. 

“You can’t scold him, Potter! Not that he’d listen to you anyways,” you say through your laughs. 

“Why wouldn’t he listen to me? I’m best mates with his… owner.”

You roll your eyes. “If he listened to you, Dorcas wouldn’t’ve been sent to get me. You could’ve caught him and hid ‘im in your dorm or something.” You pause, looking around the common room yet again. “But really, where is Black? Why the fuck isn’t he here with his dog?”

“Dunno, like I said before. But, ah, I can take Padfoot up… unless you want to hang out with him?”

You look from James to the dog and back to James. You can’t help but smile widely.

“I’ll stick around for a bit. I’ll send someone to get you if Black takes too long to come back from wherever he is. … Personally, I’d like to give him a piece of my mind for leaving his little puppy all alone!” 

Your voice turned to baby talk at the end of your sentence. How could you not baby a dog when they were so precious? Even when they were destroying school property and likely scarring some kids for life. What could you say? You were a dog person. 

“Wait up for Sirius then. If you get tired of waiting, just bring Padfoot upstairs, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

James gives you a smile and leaves you alone with Padfoot. The dog is more than content to spend more time with you; he rolls over and noses your hand whenever you stop petting him. After what feels like hours, you frown down at Padfoot. 

“Where the hell is your owner, baby boy?” you ask the dog. 

Padfoot looks up at you, still with that happy look on his dog face. He whines briefly as you move away from him to stand up. 

“Sorry, boy. I can’t stay here all night,” you tell him, immediately crouching back down to ruffle the fur on his face. “Not that you understand this, but I’m a Slytherin and this is Gryffindor Tower. I’d take you back to the dungeons with me… but alas, you’re not mine.”

You swear Padfoot tilted his head when you suggested taking him with you. You sigh to yourself and look to the stairs where James had gone up a while ago.

“Come on, Padfoot.”

The dog follows you, albeit semi-reluctantly. He climbs the stairs faster than you do and waits outside the door to the sixth year dorms. You chuckle softly.

“Fido knows home,” you mumble to yourself as you knock firmly on the door. 

There’s some thudding inside the room before Remus opens the door. His face softens when he sees you with Padfoot.

“Thanks for wrangling him,” Remus says, holding open the door so Padfoot could enter. “James told me.”

“Pass something along to Black for me?”

He nods with a cautious look in his eye.

“Tell him to take care of his fucking dog.”

You could hear James and Peter laughing from behind Remus. He gives you a crooked smile.

“Yeah, I can do that. Anything else you want me to tell him?”

You shrug. “Eh. Unless you feel like adding a slap to that message.”

There’s a louder thud that sounds suspiciously like a body falling off of a bed that is followed by increased laughing. 

You give Remus a nod and leave Gryffindor Tower as fast as you can. 

Sirius looks satisfied when Remus closes the door and turns around.

“Oh, she is definitely a Padfoot person,” he says, sitting on the foot of his bed with his legs stretched out in front of him.

“For sure,” James agrees. He’s on the floor. “But I think you went backwards on the Sirius front.”

“Which is your fault!” Sirius exclaims.

“How is that his fault?” Remus asks.

“He told her that Padfoot is my dog!”

“What else was I supposed to tell her?”

“I don’t know. Play dumb longer?”

“You were there! She caught on pretty quickly!”

“Hey!” Peter yells over them. “I think we still call Operation Padfoot a success. Proved that she is, in fact, a dog person.”

“And a Padfoot person,” Sirius adds pointedly.

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[roanofarcc]

PRACTICE LESSONS

pairing: jackie taylor x fem!reader

summary: while getting ready for your first high school party, jackie suggests you practice for the inevitable game of spin the bottle. 

warnings: pre-crash! jackie, shy/borderline awkward!reader. classic tale of closeted girls being girls. seemingly one-sided crush. fluff! suggestive but nothing explicit. practice kissing & make out sesh. 

word count. 1.5k || masterlist (requests open!)

The sweet smell of flowery perfume was the only thing keeping you from full-blown panicking. The night crept near, marked by the setting sun painting the sky in a fiery scene. The digital clock on Jackie Taylor’s bedside ticked away each minute in daunting red numbers, reminding you of what was supposed to be an exciting new endeavor. 

You weren’t sure why you were so nervous for your first high school party.  Most people, like your best friend Jackie, were thrilled to be invited to such a milestone. You were too, somewhat, but you were more nervous than anything. 

As you watched Jackie finish getting ready, you tried to ground yourself in the smell of the perfume she had spritzed on you a couple of minutes prior. It was the same perfume she always wore, a signature scent that filled up the girls' locker room after practice and clung to your bedsheet when she spent the night. 

Jackie smacked her lips as she finished applying her lip gloss and turned her head over her shoulder to peer at you. She had fished out a dress from the depths of her closet that she’d been saving for a special occasion. It was short, fanning over only half of her thigh and exposing her toned legs from soccer conditioning. The dress had long sleeves but showed off her collarbones, flashing her heart-shaped necklace. She had tied half her hair up, dusted her eyelids with shimmery shadow, and glossed her pursed lips. 

The sight of her always brought a skip to your heart, but tonight it was enough to bring heat to your cheeks too. 

“You’re quiet,” she said, tilting her head to the side. 

You let out a breath, picking at a loose thread on your shorts. “Just nervous about tonight.” 

Jackie stood up from her vanity with a soft smile, moving to stand in front of you with her hands outstretched. You swallowed the creeping nervousness in your throat and grasped her soft hands, allowing her to pull you to your feet. 

Jackie had always been a touchy friend. Her fingers often found themselves twirling the ends of your hair when she wanted you to focus on her, rubbing the crease between your brows when she wanted you to be less stressed, or fixing any imperfections in your clothing that she spotted. 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the contact, even if you made your hands clammy and face warm. It was just how Jackie was with you. 

She smoothed out the invisible wrinkles of your shirt against your shoulders. “Don’t be. We’ll have the whole team there to fall back off.” 

Your fellow Yellowjackets were also attending the party, making the stakes feel slightly less intense. Freshmen usually weren't invited to big parties; the upperclassmen were scared they’d get alcohol poisoning and ruin the night or snitch. But those on sports teams, who were tight with the upperclassmen on their team, were the expectation. You didn’t want to screw it up for yourself or your teammates. 

“What do they even do at parties? Do you think it's like the movies?” you asked. 

Jackie shrugged. “Probably. Lots of drinking, maybe we’ll play spin the bottle or something.” She didn’t know either, but she seemed much more confident than you were. 

Her words only brought on another wave of panic. You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. Jackie still had her hands on your shoulders, giving them a shake. “What is it?” 

“Spin the bottle?” you said. “That sounds like my nightmare.” 

A light laugh fell from Jackie’s lips, causing you to peel your eyes open. “It’s not so bad. We played at Josh’s birthday party in seventh grade. Sure, you may get stuck with someone with bad breath or who kisses with their teeth, but it’s quick.” 

“I’m not worried about who I’m kissing,” you sighed, eyes drifting behind Jackie due to your own embarrassment. 

“Oh,” Jackie said. “You’re worried about kissing, huh?” 

You knew it wasn’t a big deal that you had yet to have your first kiss, but knowing Jackie had made you feel slightly lesser. Was your first kiss going to be some boy from your high school while everyone else watched? Would he know it was your first kiss? Would everyone be able to tell? Would they laugh at you if it was bad? 

Panic must’ve been evident across your face because Jackie shook your shoulders again and forced your attention back onto her. She gazed at you with her big eyes and lopsided smile before spinning you around. Letting go of your shoulders, Jackie moved to sit on the edge of her bed and patted the space beside her and you abided. 

Once you were seated, she pulled her legs up on the bed and turned her body to face you fully. Jackie was usually close to you, she liked to speak close, sleep close, and walk close to you. It wasn’t usual, but it always caused your breath to hitch in your throat when you could see each dark-painted eyelash and freckle on her nose. 

“Is it because you’ve never kissed anyone before?” You groaned in response, and she giggled, the blush on her cheeks glowing in the warm light of her bedroom. “It’s not a big deal!” 

You frowned, brows creased. “You’re only saying that because you’ve already had your first kiss.” 

Jackie scooted even closer, her knees knocking your thigh. She reached up and poked the crease in between your brows. “You’re gonna get wrinkles if you keep doing that,” she said. “And that’s not true. It’s seriously not a big deal. Most people haven’t had their first kiss yet.” 

“I don’t really want it to happen during a game of spin the bottle.” You didn’t want a crowd of people watching you fumble around with the stench of alcohol in the air. You didn’t care so much about it being special or magical, you simply wanted it to be yours and the person you were sharing it with alone. 

Jackie got that glimmer in her big eyes when she had an idea, something mischievous that you’d end up agreeing to just because it was her. “What if you had your first kiss before the party? Would that make you less nervous?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Oh yeah. Let’s just go out and grab someone off the street and ask them for a smooch.” 

“Not with a stranger, dummy,” she said before dropping her voice a little lower. “You should practice with someone you know.” 

It took you only a moment to understand what Jackie was proposing, but once you did, you were almost certain your heart was going to give out from how quickly it beat.

 Jackie. Kissing. You. Impossible. 

Jackie who braided your hair with her manicured nails while she talked about her latest crush from the baseball team. Jackie who you stole glances at while you changed beside each other in the locker room. Jackie who always fell asleep with her head on your shoulder. Jackie who you wrote about in your diary since you had first laid eyes on her and she flashed you a bright smile. 

“It’s not that scary,” Jackie said, breaking you from your panic. She brushed her hair over her shoulder and tilted her head just slightly, flickering her gaze between your eyes and your lips. “Ready?” 

Your throat was dry as you licked your lips, nodding ever so slightly. She leaned in slowly, almost antagonizing-ly slow. When her glossy lips touched yours, you forced your eyes shut and did your best to kiss her back despite your lack of knowing. Her hands found your waist, warm fingers touching the gap between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your shorts. 

Jackie tasted like strawberries and starlight. Your body felt tingly, nerves ignited as she deepened the kiss with a content hum. Your hands found themselves on the top of her thighs, where her dress had ridden up just a little. Jackie was impossibly close as she kissed you, the heat of her body like a scene right out of your dreams. 

It wasn’t until a burn flared in your lungs, needing air, that you two pulled apart. Her lip gloss was half rubbed off, making your lips sticky. 

You were too scared to move or utter a word, worried you’d wake up and it all would have been a figment of your imagination. 

Jackie broke that worry by simply brushing her thumb under your bottom lip, clearing away some rouge gloss, and smirking. “See? Not so scary.” Like nothing, she slipped off the bed and glanced at the clock on her bedside. “They’ll be here to pick us up in ten. Are you all ready?” 

You cleared your throat and pulled your shirt back down, covering the skin that was set on fire from Jackie’s touch. “Y-Yeah,” you replied. 

Jackie slipped on her shoes and clasped a watch around her wrist before she approached you lingering near her closed bedroom door. You were dizzy, heart racing and flustered. She intertwined her fingers with yours as a car honked from the driveway, dragging you out to the party where your second kiss may have awaited. 

[cringe--is--dead]

Nekoma Manager Headcanons

To start: talk about chaos.

I imagine the manager!reader as a 2nd year, as stated in my first one shot.

You look up to the third years, though the way you and Kuroo act you'd never admit it to his face.

Once you grow comfortable with the team, and vice versa, the two of you bicker like siblings.

Kai is who you gravitate to the most, he's so calm and quiet, you two grew closer faster because of this.

Yaku and Kuroo were both lowkey jealous; they both work on being doting upperclassmen in their own ways and now their manager is anxious around them? Heartbroken.

The first years think you hung the stars.

Lev is always trying to impress you with his moves, which more than often results in him missing a spike or getting hit in the face with what was supposed to be a receive.

Most of his failed attempts end with Yaku scolding him and you are torn between allowing him to shape his team and stepping in to play peacemaker.

Shibayama is the first team member to confide in you regarding any anxiety they had while playing; he compares himself to Yaku so much that it broke your heart, you two talked and you made him see he had made the team for a reason, and he left feeling much better.

Teshiro is more awkward or shy when approaching you, he may have been a first-year when you met him, but he knew the team hadn't had a manager in a long time. He was worried they might scare you off, specifically one of the... second years... But you stuck around! He liked to be around you, even if neither of you talked all the time, your presence was enjoyable. He also tended to be one of the only members (he and Kai) that didn't get scolded or yelled at.

Inuoka reminds you of a puppy, regardless of being on the team of "cats". He was actually the first member of the team to fully approach you, more than a simple introduction. He was so excited that you were their manager, it definitely helped you feel a lot more comfortable. Did you process everything he said to you? No. Was it endearing as hell? Yes.

If Kenma isn't sitting with Kuroo on bus rides he's sitting with you, you enjoy watching him playing his games, that or he enjoys the peace whenever you nap on the bus. Once he even let you play a game on his switch. Once.

Yamamoto is really excited to show you off at any and all practice matches they have. You're so supportive of them all that it makes him really emotional, and you've learned to just pat his head and walk away. You once showed up to an away game with your nails painted in your team colors and you watched that man genuinely weep.

Fukanaga loves to make you laugh whenever the team's quiet or having a more serious meeting. He learned your humor so fast it's dangerous. You can never be upset around him, he reads you like an open book, and whatever worry follows you around is quickly destroyed by him and his shining personality.

Like I said; you and Kuroo have a sibling like relationship once you're comfortable with the team. He leans his arm against your head like a headrest, you make fun of his attempts of sounding cool. The team finds it hilarious, and other than Yaku and Kenma, you're one of the few people he's terrified to piss off.

Kai is the upperclassman you look up to the most, he's calm and collected, smart and nice. He's everything you strive to be as a student and an upperclassman. He helps you study, he helped you learn about volleyball and all the info that comes with that when you first joined, he made sure to include you in any and all group hangouts when you were new.

Kai supremacy.

Yaku and you have, not to sound like I'm stuck in the 2020 fandom, but "parenting" personalities together. Yaku yells at Lev, you follow behind by telling Lev you two care about him and just want to see him get better! Yaku may worry when a teammate gets minorly injured, but you fret, despite knowing minor injuries occur in this sport. The time where you're on the same page exactly is whenever you take the opportunity to bully Kuroo.

He hates it.

I have to say: years ago when I first got into Haikyuu I made an OC for it, and she was Nekoma's manager. This entire thing is self-indulgent. If I was any good at art I'd have so many comic series with her. Sad.

Also I just saw the movie so I am hyperfocused on my boys.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

💎 dec 2024 twst manga updates~ 🐚

As a reminder, the next chapter of the Episode of Savanaclaw has been delayed to January. This post will cover my reactions to the 4koma and parts of the new Episode of Octavinelle chapter.

***Manga spoilers under the cut!***

HELP ASJHADVSVUOUTVRWOVQDHADBLfetoegp9gqepyFWN; i knoOW I SHOUDL PROBABLY BE SAD OR MAYBE EXCITED THAT WE'RE FINALLY SEEING OB AZUL BUT INSTEAD I'M CLUTHCIN g MY SIDE S AND LAUGHING BECAUSE OF THE CLOS E UP SHJOT OF HIS TORSO OTL (Azul to the mangaka: you WILL make a point to show the readers that I am, in fact, TONED)

That first image is also sooo wild, Azul is arched so dramatically...

Small detail; I like how the manga tries to fill in some of the logical gaps that we don't think of or overlook in the game. In the game, we are shown obviously fighting Azul underwater. If you think about it for a while, you'd start wondering how we're breathing because only Yuu, Grim, Adeuce, and Jack got the potion that allows them to breathe underwater. It looks like (at least based on what the manga shows us), visitors to Octavinelle always get encased in a magical bubble that grants them oxygen.

AAYYYYYYY THE UPPERCLASSMEN COMING IN CLUTCH TO SAVE THEIR JUNIORSSSSS 😭😭😭

OOOOOOOH :00 I love how we get to see the guys from the previous dorm pitch in and use their UMs during the fight! We got to see both Trey and Cater using their UMs in the fight against OB Riddle too, so seeing the active involvement of other characters moving forward is so nice. Jack uses his wolf form to save Ruggie from drowning! Ruggie uses Laugh with Me to try and restrain Azul. And, of course, we got the Big Bad Bitch himself trying to bury Azul in rubble. (ahdbaoaiegfai Was it intentional that Leona was framed so that it looks like he's standing atop Pride Rock????)

AIHBBFIOYIOFIAISFS ALAZUL IS DOIN G THE IcONiC RUSAUL A CRAWL...

Bro continues to make some of the most unhinged expressions conceived by man... I do NOT remember OB Riddle looking THIS crazy back in the Episode of Heartslabyul.

AHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE TWINS, THE TWIIIIIIIIINS OTL They're all beaten up but they're still so determined to save Azul...

It's interesting to see that OB Azul still maintains a level of self-control in the manga...? It seemed to me like all OBs are primarily fueled by rage, but here OB Azul continues to offer people an "out" by tempting them to make a deal with him. It also shows us just how desperate he is for the twins' company... He wants them to willingly join his side BECAUSE HE CARES ABOUT THEIR APPROVFAL AAAAAAAAHHHHHAHHHHHHHH

Ooooh, more references to The Little Mermaid film!! I'm pretty sure Floyd is luring OB Azul to the sunken ship that Ariel was exploring at the start of the film.

asudgyoyeqpfeapegu HELP WHY DOES IT LOOK LIEK AZUL WANTS TO PLAY PATTY-CAKE WITH FLOYD... 😭 He truly is desperate for validation from the twins...

J WORD SNIPE OML

THIS IS HAPPY bEANS DAY ALL OVER AGAIN

This month's 4koma features Rook as the main character! He's looking for a model and gemstones for an art project. Rook ends up helping Jack find his lost fang charm (from his necklace) by communicating with a hedgehog, and Jack thanks him by modelling for Rook.

Rook and the hedgehog have a lot of adorable faces!! Very memeable, 11/10 👍

That's it for this month~!

[crystalrabbit246912]

First Year Shenanigans

A lot of this will be based off of my personal experiences altered slightly, so if this seems a little weird or OOC, I apologize.

Imagine the school (or maybe just the first-years or a single Dorm - Heartslabyul, probably) having a picnic and Ace or Deuce spill Gatorade or Twisted Wonderland's equivalent of it on their hot dog, but aren't allowed to get another one because each student's only allowed to have one, so they still eat the hot dog, and they're like "It's not bad." Cue the confused reactions.

Also imagine the first-year group trying to cram all of them onto a single blanket because Ace or Epel wanted to see if they could, but failing and just being very disappointed for a moment before shenanigans start again.

Away from the picnic idea, I like the idea of Yuu knowing how to fold origami, which isn't a thing or if it is, not very well known, and giving it to the others and when Yuu walks into their rooms months later, they see the origami and go "You still have that?" And the person whose room it is gets flustered.

Along with the origami idea, I can see Yuu making an origami cicada and throwing it at one of the others while yelling "Cicada!" This starts a game among the first-years where the one who has the cicada has to throw it at one of the others and yell "Cicada!" They even make a verb for it. "Who just cicaded me?" "I need to cicada someone soon." And so on.

This is a private thing for a while until Ace cicadas Riddle because he felt like it. Riddle gets very confused and collars Ace until he explains the game to him and removes the collar. From there, the upperclassmen slowly get included in the game because Riddle would get Trey, Trey would get Rook or Cater, Rook would get Vil, Cater would get Kalim or Lilia, and so on.

From there, the cicada thing becomes a school-wide game where the cicada circulates around everyone for a while and if it falls apart Yuu just makes another one for the cicaded person to hold. Making a new cicada is strictly forbidden unless the previous cicada breaks because they don't want a bunch of cicadas. One is enough.

At some point, Ortho writes up a bunch of rules and gets most people to sign off on it to agree, then hangs it up and gets everyone else participating to sign it. (Some people decided not to participate and there's a list of who you're not allowed to cicada)

The teachers don't know for a while (other than Sam, since his friends on the other side told him what was going on) until the cicada falls back to Ace and he cicadas Deuce by chucking it straight into his face and screaming "HA! CICADA!" right as Crewel walks in and get extremely confused.

The teachers are exasperated by this, but since there are actually rules to the game that are being followed, they let it go as long as the cicada isn't being thrown during classtime. Multiple cicadas have gotten confiscated like that, but they can always get Yuu to make a new one.

If Yuu ever leaves the school premises for a period of time for some reason (like Camp Vargas, Fireworks of the Land of Hot Sands, etc.) they just leave a box full of premade cicadas in Ramshackle with instructions for it to not be touched unless they need a new cicada lest Yuu stop making cicadas for them.

Of course, since no one wants that, they don't touch the box unless they need a new cicada because the old one got confiscated or destroyed (usually by magic because of reflexes. Not many people can cicada Rook or Lilia because of their keen senses.)

[witch--btch]

Character Introductions

Bofurin First Years › Bofurin Upperclassmen & Shishitoren

Sakura Haruka - Furin High School 1st Year, Class 1

Character voice: Yuma Uchida

"I like the strong, I'm not interested in the weak"

He came to Furin High School from "outside" town in order to "be at the top" through fighting.

Because of his appearance, it was natural for him to be rejected by others and to be "alone."

He describes himself as "a hated person at the very bottom whose only redeeming quality is fighting," and believes that he can feel his own worth by winning. (t/n: THAT IS SO SAD STOP)

Suo Hayato - Furin High School 1st Year, Class 1

Character Voice: Nobunaga Shimazaki

"Would you like to climb the stairs to adulthood with me?"

He always has a cool smile on his face and is kind to everyone, but he can also confuse those around him with his outlandish jokes.

On the other hand, he also has a cold-hearted side and is merciless towards people who lack courtesy.

He is a mysterious character who rarely shows his emotional side or true feelings.

He has a unique fighting style reminiscent of kung fu and aikido.

Nirei Akihito - Furin High School 1st Year, Class 1

Character Voice: Shōya Chiba

"I'll guide you to the top!"

Although he's not good at fighting, he’s always the honest and cheerful mood-maker in the class.

His desire to "protect the town" is stronger than anyone else's, and has always admired the Furin students.

He's an information-enthusiast whose hobby is collecting and analyzing data on people he thinks are cool, and always carries a notebook and pen in his breast pocket.

Sugishita Kyotaro - Furin High School 1st Year, Class 1

Character Voice: Kōki Uchiyama

"Crush"

He is the only person who has been allowed to call himself "Bofurin" since middle school, and a mad dog.

The driving force behind everything is his excessive loyalty to Umemiya, and his worshipper's word is absolute.

He is silent, and walks with a distinctive swaying manner. He’s the most unpredictable when he’s angry.

Kiryu Mitsuki - Furin High School 1st Year, Class 1

Character Voice: Toshiyuki Toyonaga

"If you have power, let's use it for good from now on."

He's gentle and considerate towards girls, which makes him popular with them, still his fighting skills are the real deal.

He loves games, and plays them whenever he has free time.

Collecting login bonuses is a daily routine.

He calls his friends by nicknames, adding "chan" to their names.

Tsugeura Taiga - Furin High School 1st Year, Class 1

Character Voice: Kengo Kawanishi

"What's your virtue?"

He never misses out on his muscle training and protein, and is cheerful and honest, which makes him well-liked by his peers.

On the other hand, his hot-headed personality can make him a bit of a nuisance.

He values ​​a life based on "virtues," and always asks about them when he meets someone for the first time.

His favorite restaurant is "Massurupawa," and his recommended dish is the protein okonomiyaki.

[widebrimmedhatsblog]

I wish you would write a fic where Xaden accidently confesses his love to Violet in a casual conversation

Sure, anon! Have a 1k fic!

(some housekeeping: I don't know what "casual conversation" means, and I wrote this on my phone at midnight, so any typos...you don't see them. Set during the latter half of Fourth Wing, post sex scene #1. I don't actually know what else you're supposed to put with fics on tumblr, but!! here she is! Full fic below the cut)

When Xaden Riorson knocks on your door and tells you he’s taking somewhere, you listen. 

At least, Violet listens. She looks at it like doing a favor to the wing: no one likes a grumpy wingleader, and by hanging out with him while he gets tipsy in Chantarra, she’s avoiding just that perilous situation. 

He’s definitely not grumpy now. Not as he sits, whiskey in hand, eyes on Violet’s throwing stance. Not earlier, either, as he’d covered her in his cloak and coaxed her down Basgiath’s halls. It wasn’t even a Chantarra weekend for the upperclassmen who were allowed to go. Violet had zero reason to be here, in this Chantarra pub with Xaden Riorson. Xaden had his own reasons, but he was keeping them close to his chest, like everything else. 

She cocks her hand back, then throws the dart at the board. A perfect bullseye, nestled between her four other throws. 

She appraises her own work with a smile, though she takes care to keep it slight. She doesn’t need to get braggy now. Still, her cheeks are already pink, and they only grow more so when she hears slow clapping coming from Xaden’s seat at the closest table. 

“Excellent work, Violence,” he tells her, somehow sounding smug on her behalf. Under his breath, he continues, “Excellent.” 

He swirls his whiskey. The amber catches the low pub light. Violet’s eyes track his hands as they stretch around the glass, the veins shifting while he raises it to his lips, the bobbing of his throat that signifies his swallow. 

His glass clanks against the table. It’s rickety and sticky and she can’t believe he’s sitting there. The cheap wood doesn’t look right with him beside it. 

“Go on,” he says. “Give me another show.” 

She scoffs, but even as she does so, her feet march towards the board. 

“You’re ridiculous,” she insists, plucking her darts free. “It’s now a show for you.” 

She spins on her heel and backs up from the board once more. Doing so means she catches a glimpse of Xaden’s face, the upturn of his lips. 

“Can’t I enjoy myself?” 

His voice is rich. He doesn’t slur his words, but something in their quality makes it clear to Violet that the alcohol is making him be more honest, even if only slightly. 

She averts her eyes to the board. Heart racing, she throws her first dart. Just shy of a bullseye. 

“This can’t be your idea of an enjoyable night, Riorson.” 

He shuffles in his seat. She shouldn’t look at him—she should keep her eyes glued to the board. She should perfectly plot her next throw. 

She finds him staring at her, brows raised. He’d been awaiting her attention. 

“Can’t I?” 

She scoffs, refocusing on the board. Her next throw is better, but she’s still setting herself up to encircle the bullseye instead of truly hitting it. 

“You can do whatever you want.” Another throw, this one closer. “I just didn’t think you’d like to sit around and watch me play darts.”

Her next throw is her best. With every second, she gets better. Closer. Her heart has not calmed even a fraction.

“If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have invited you.” He drums his fingers on the table Slowly, her eyes seek out the source of the sound, but Xaden makes a tsk-sound. “Finish your game, Violence. Let me see what you can do.” 

Her cheeks feel flushed beyond pink, and she hadn’t even had a sip to drink tonight. Xaden had offered—egregiously and at length—but she didn’t have a cent to her name, and she didn’t want to give the barkeep a good look at her hair. 

She throws her final two darts without further commentary. Finally, she gets her bullseye. 

She expects to hear Xaden’s voice. If not his voice, his applause, his raucous, ridiculous encouragement. But he’s silent, and because of that silence, she’s forced to look at him. 

He’s grinning, grinning at her. 

Her heart begins to seize in her chest. She feels it thrashing against her breast bone—it’s the only part of her that moves, that reacts in any discernible way. The rest of her is frozen.

Has she ever seen him grin? 

And suddenly, to top it all off, a chuckle slips through his lips. Her jaw drops, and he shakes his head, just as baffled as she is, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop laughing, and he doesn’t stop grinning. 

“What?” she demands “What is it?” 

“Nothing, Violence,” he insists, but she can hear the laughter in his voice, and the evidence is irrefutable. It can’t have been nothing. Not even close. “Go again. Let me watch.” 

She doesn’t go again. She approaches him, head held high, and orders him, “Tell me now.” 

His lips twist, but they stay upturned. She wants to glue her eyes to them, if not her own lips. She still remembers the searing burn of his kiss, how delicious that heat had been 

“I don’t think so, Violence.” He looks around at the pub behind her, the few patrons that line the stools. “Not really the time.” 

Fine, Violet thinks. She’ll make it the right time. 

She pulls out one of her knives from the sheaths at her ribs. A knife Xaden got her. Poetic justice, really. 

She slams it into the table, in the sliver of space between Xaden’s thumb and pointer finger. The blade sinks into the wood, splitting it. 

“You’ll tell me now.” 

Xaden only grins wider. His face practically glows with it, this foreign happiness. 

“You’re going to threaten me into telling you that I lo-”

His unfinished word hangs between them. Violet waits for those final two letters to come. She wants them out in the open so she can snatch at them, swallow them. 

He doesn’t give them to her. He stares at her face, lips parted. Xaden Riorson, who never makes a mistake. 

Of course, if he thinks that was a mistake, he’s completely and utterly wrong. 

Violet pounces on him. She bolsters herself with her dagger, but she doesn’t have to support herself for long. Her lips find Xaden’s and his arms find her waist, slotting her into the space between his legs. They kiss and kiss and kiss. She tastes his whiskey. He must taste her victory. 

When they part, it is only so that Violet can pant, “I am going to threaten you, actually.”  

She feels his laughter against her lips.

[xxxbabyinatrenchcoatxxx]

Angsty thoughts about Neil and if he died at the hands of his father. If Stuart was a few minutes too late.

The foxes would not survive. By that point Dan and Matt had become parental figures in the form of best friends. They would see the quiet places Neil used to occupy and see it empty. No more little quips or questions would come from it. Matt would start sleeping in the girls room again because his room is too quiet. Seth and Neil both dead within the span of 8 months. Their empty beds would be a constant reminder that he couldn't deal with. Allison would lean on Renee like she did with Seth. Renee would push her own feelings behind as she checked on everyone else, making sure they were okay, that they would lean on each other and nothing harmful to themselves. Nicky would still be the connection the monsters have to the upperclassmen. He would keep them updated if Renee or Dan asked how they were doing but he would stay by them for the company only. Aaron and Andrew are quiet in their grief. Aaron would see how Neil's death effected his brother, but wouldn't understand anything more than Andrew lost someone he said he would protect. He would see what would happen if he left his brother. Kevin would be plagued with the truth. He would know the intimate details of how Neil was taken apart, even if they weren't true. He'd remember seeing Neil's father in the Evermore tower and his brain would supply images of Neil in this position. He'd go to Wymack and ask why a father would do such a thing, asking if Wymack would do it to him. Wymack would put the peices together and discover his long lost son in the form of a drunken striker grieving the loss of a brother. Wyamck should have been used to it. Hed lost all of his first pick foxes. Whether it was due to drugs, suicide, or something else. They were all gone. He had high hopes for Neil. Starting as a runaway with trust issues but made connections in the team. He pulled everyone together after Seths death. He pushed the team to be better. He even got through to Wymacks most difficult player. Andrew. Andrew. Andrew would barely make it. He would retreat into himself, allowing his apathy to take full control and let himself drown in his memories. He'd stop going to Wednesday meetings with Bee. Stop responding at all. The monsters would lose him. Renee would find him at the court starting at the pictures on the wall, trying to remind himself that Neil existed and he wasn't a hallucination that he clung to desperately trying to be seen. Neil existed. He was right here, documented on the walls of the Foxhole Court. Andrew contemplates suicide on more than one occasion. First was about a week after Neil's death. There was no funeral. Nothing. No one even acknowledged it other than to say the Foxes forfitted championships to the Ravens. But then Aaron came back and asked if he was going to return to Wednesday meetings with Bee, reminding Andrew of his promises. The next time was after graduation, Aaron going off to Med School and Kevin safe with his father as he played professional Exy. Andrew had gotten his degree, but it didn't mean anything to him. There was nothing for him left in the world. Aaron dropped him immediately and Kevin didn't hold up his end of the bargain. Bee kept telling him things would get easier over time, but that was a lie too. But then Renee texted him asking to meet up for lunch. She asked what his first memory was. He didn't hide, didn't sugar coat anything for her, told her the cold hard truth. Renee wasn't expecting the accuracy of his memory. Then she asked if he killed himself, how would Neil's memory live on? The pictures would eventually be covered up at the court, he would be forgotten in exy. That's when Andrew decided he'd live, if only for Neil's memory to live on with him.

[mellosdrawings]

OOOOOO CAN I ASK HOW WOULD THE N2 SQUAD REACT TO EACH OF THEM DYING?

What have you unleashed?

(WARNING: Angst, allusions to death, all that fun stuff. Nothing graphic tho, don't worry)

Jamil

He shouldn’t be surprised.

Well… He isn't surprised. Jamil Viper doesn't get nice things. Not for more than a few months, anyway.

Every once in a while, life takes pity on him and throws some nice, agreeable news his way. Just enough so that he lets his guard down. Just enough so that he allows himself to think maybe things will get better. Just enough so that he can pretend he isn't chained to a fate he will never escape.

A letter to NRC, a plan that goes a little too well, a couple of upperclassmen who seem to genuinely love him for who he is and not who he pretends to be.

So of course it doesn't last. Life gives and life takes.

Kalim follows, Octavinelle gets involved, Leona and Vil-

Well…

He isn't surprised.

Jamil Viper doesn't get nice things.

Vil

They look at him like they expect something from him. Horror, anger, ugly tears maybe. Just a reaction. Anything. Anything at all.

Vil doesn't give them that. Doesn't give them an opportunity to pity him. Doesn't give them food for gossip. Doesn't give them any material to make this topic last for any longer than it has to.

He knows how it works. Someone snaps a pic of him at his lowest, someone records his voice breaking during an interview, someone catches his lips tremble for but a second, and everybody will start talking about it again. And again. And again. For as long as there is a reaction from him. For as long as the topic attracts views.

Suffering brings more views than success.

So Vil doesn't react. Doesn't say a thing. Doesn't acknowledge the topic.

Better to be a cold asshole for a few weeks than to hear about it for years.

And in the darkness of his own room, where there is no camera, no eyes, and no ears to witness his grief-

Vil cries himself to sleep.

Leona

It’s just sand.

Only sand.

For miles and miles, further than the eye can see, nothing but sand.

Ruggie had the clever foresight to send all of Savanaclaw packing when Leona got the news. They would be sand too otherwise.

Who cares.

Who fucking cares.

He could turn the whole world to sand and it wouldn't be enough.

He might as well turn his own heart into sand.

It would hurt less.

[thedeathwitchescats]

I dont understand, and honestly really dislike, the concept that the upperclassmen are some how morally superior to the monsters/better people. Yes, that is how it is framed in cannon but said cannon is narrated by neil josten who sees the world in complete black and white and also is completely deranged. Did we forget that the foxes is a team made completely of societal rejects and people who needed someone to give them a chance bc they squandered every other opportunity they could have had? Matt was a drug addict, renne was in a gang and has killed people, allison has some dark shit in her history that we dont even know of, Dan was a stripper ((which in and of itself is morally neutral tho its implies that she has also done other fucked up shit)) and Seth is another drug addict with extreme anger issues who also is implied to have other untouched fucked up shit in his past. None of these characters are morally righteous. The upperclassmen are just older and therefore have been out of their insanely abusive situations for longer which has allowed them to cover their trauma and past egregious actions with a layer of good peopleness. We as readers are supposed to take the in story framing with a grain of salt and remember that these people are all fucked up human beings. We can even see this with nikky, he is the "most normal" of the monsters but he is also the oldest, by a decently large margin. He has sm trauma in his past that he had to shove down and get over pretty quickly to BECOME THE LEGAL GUARDIAN ((which in the US you typically need to be 21 to do)) of the twins. He isnt normal, he isnt a stereotypically "good person" he is just old enough that by book cannon he has had enough time to prefect his mask of good personness. Which we see slip right the fuck off when he assaults neil. None of these characters are good people. That is the entire fucking point of the foxes as a team. Wymack is giving kids with fucked up pasts a last chance to make something good for themselves bc he himself is also NOT A GOOD PERSON ((by typical standards)) and was given a chance to change his life. This doesnt mean liking or not liking any of these characters changes who you are morally, it just means that you see/dont see smt that you do/dont like abt abt a FICTIONAL CHARACTER which is inherently disconnected from morals. Liking nikky doesnt make you an sa apologist as much as liking matt makes you okay with drug abuse. Stripping the upperclassmen of their fucked up pasts to paint them as morally superior shows that you completely missed the point