#prez p

[partiallystar]

we need to start publishing magazines for tween girls again this is bleak

[dollfat]

started joe hills fireman. i really liked heart shaped box which i listened to twice already so i have high expectations for the 22 hour runtime.

[unfortunatelyiamasponge]

I'd go to church if the guy talking to everybody at the front was juggling while preaching

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

Frat Prez - Rafe Cameron Blurb

+18 Minor DNI

Frat!Rafe x Girlfriend!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

📖 “We scrapin’?” Wrestling with bf rafe couldn’t possibly turn into more *cue the 🌽hub theme*

🪄 warnings: Play fighting, roughish sex, unprotected p in v, spanking, choking, swearing, pet names

✨ “Where are you goin’? Huh?” Rafe shouts, giving you just enough room to flee. You crawl away, only for Rafe to grab for you, pulling you back as well as your shorts off your body. He smacks your bare ass, holding you in place as he yanks his sweatpants down. ✨

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Reader’s POV:

“RAFE STOP. JESUS,” you shout, pushing him off as he smiles at you wickedly.

“What? Thought you liked when I played with your tiddies,” he asks as he wraps his arms around your waist, squeezing you tightly, only to let his hands creep higher, doing it again. You throw back your elbow, jabbing him in his stomach, his abs making your act of aggression laughable.

“I’m trying to study, Rafe. C’mon,” you whine as he wraps you up a little tighter in his arms?”

”At a frat house?” He asks through a teasing laugh. “Lookin’ this fine?”

“Leave me alone, or l’m gonna kick your ass.”

“Woah… Wait, doll. We scrappin’?” He chuckles through a gravelly laugh. “You’re gonna kick my ass?” He asks as he points to himself, with a taunting smile.

“Yeah… And, l’d win too,” you sass, knowing there’s no way he’s gonna let this go, playing into his game. You stand up from your chair chest-to-chest with Rafe, looking up at him. “So, are you gonna do anything, Cameron? Or, are you just gonna stand there like a bitch-” He cuts you off, lifting you over his shoulder, walking with you up the stairs as you put up a fight.

“What’s up your ass today, princess?” He chuckles before reaching up, cracking your skin with the palm of his large hand, leaving behind a sharp sting. “Not me. Not yet at least,” he snickers.

”You wouldn’t get it, Rafe. You don’t give a shit about school,” you sigh.

“Well, that’s just not true. You’re talkin’ to the Frat Prez, pretty. ‘Course I care.” He kicks his bedroom door shut, slamming the lock with a smirk before flicking his backward cap to the side.

“I said school, Rafe. Not the frat.” You mumble as he lays down on his fluffy area rug, beckoning you to straddle his lap. You sit on top of him, resting your hands on the chest of his crisp white t-shirt.

“Kick my ass, baby doll. I’ll even give you a headstart.”

“How are you already hard?” You tease as you circle your hips on his rock-hard bulge through his gray sweats.

“I got hard when you elbowed me,” he answers with a boyish smile, making you roll your eyes as a blush creeps across your cheeks. “So, are you gonna do anything, ma, or are you just gonna sit there like a bi-” You cut off his words with a decent slap to the cheek, making his mouth fall open in disgust.

“That hurt,” he spits.

“And, your spanks feel great,” you retort, delivering another slap, causing him to gasp playfully.

“Didn’t think you had it in you, kid,” he taunts. Reaching around, smacking your ass rougher than ever, making you scream. Your hands bind around his thick throat, squeezing tightly, making him return a crooked smile.

He quickly rolls you to your back, your hands still firmly wrapped. The veins in his neck protruded, that same smile still slicked on his lips. He grabs your wrists, pinning them against the carpet with a bruising grip.

Rafe releases his hold, sitting on top of you, giving you his full weight as you wriggle and protest. “Damn, baby. You’re kind of a pussy,” he rasps as he moves his hands up your body slowly, landing on your neck, taking his turn choking you.

You release a choked moan as he starts to grind himself into you, nudging your clit with each roll of his hips. His hands trail back down your body, rising slightly on his knees as he plays with the band of your shorts.

“Where are you goin’? Huh?” Rafe shouts, giving you just enough room to flee. You crawl away, only for Rafe to grab for you, pulling you back as well as your shorts off your body. He smacks your bare ass, holding you in place as he yanks his sweatpants down.

“Rafe!” You squeal, fighting away from him with minimal effort this time, hoping for this outcome all along.

“What?” He snickers. “I won. Just claiming my prize.” He groans as he clutches his hard cock in his fist, running the tip through your soaked folds.

“Prizes? Don’t remember talkin’ about that – RAFE!” You scream as he slams his long, thick dick deep.“

“Well you’re gettin’ this cock, baby. Maybe you’re the winner. Hmm?” He snickers at his own stupid joke as he throws his hips into you rapidly.

“Too much, Rafe,” you whimper.

“You tappin’ out, princess?” He grunts. “We just got started. We gotta toughen you up a lil bit.” Rafe throws you to your back, quickly ripping off his shirt. Your eyes follow the indentations of his abs to his deep v-lines, so distracted by his body that you gasp again when he ruts himself in again. “Fuck. You’re so tight, y/n,” he moans, lowly.

You can feel him stretching you out; a sharp pressure between your thighs. He continues pounding you into the floor, breasts bouncing with each thrust. He lifts your t-shirt exposing your tits before giving one a slap.

“Ouch, Rafe!”

“Please-” he chuckles as he sees the want in your eyes.

Rafe moves his hands under your neck, propping your head up so you can see. “Bet my lil slut wants to watch. Don’tcha?” He teases, but he’s right. You watch as your soaked cunt swallows up his dick, hitting the right spot each time. “Fuck, y/n. Look at you taking me so well,” he burns, his slick bangs and forehead pressed against yours.

“Can’t take me in a fight but you can take my cock like a champ,” he bullies, running his tongue along his plump bottom lip.

A familiar heat builds inside you. You close your walls around him, gripping him harder. Rafe’s brows knit tight.

“Mmm… I love when you do that,” he moans. His lips crash into yours, messy kisses as the two of you fight for air.

“You know if you cum before me, Rafe, I win,” you pant against his lips, feeling him smile along yours.

“And, when has that ever happened, sweetheart?” He breathes as his fingers meet your clit making your thighs tremble uncontrollably.

“You’re gonna cum. Aren’t you?” He groans. “I can tell.”

“M’not”

“You’re not?” He teases as he moves his fingers quicker.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you moan, arching your back as your orgasm washes over your body. Rafe pushes even deeper, flooding you with his climax. His fingers dig into your hips, mucles clenching as he fucks out the last bit of his pleasure and yours.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “I won.”

[roseyrays]

# ENHYPEN SMAU RECS 💖

# RIKI

# more time with you! — by @yenqa, it’s very CUTE and the ANGST is scrumptious :))

# love dive — by @tzyuki, RIKIY/N ARE SO CUTE

# love is (not) easy! — by @kynrki, riki smau, THE ANGST RHAHAHA MADE ME CRY BUT I LOVE IT

# shoot! — by @amakumos, again ADORABLE and THE FLUFF (rikiy/n is what i want in an relationship), can’t believe you can find the love of your life in genshin

# cupid’s corner — by @amakumos, ANOTHER GREAT SMAU, ITS JUST SO CUTE & RIKIY/N MAKES ME WANNA JUMP OFF A BRIDGE

# trial and error — by @kyyuri, AGHHHH, again rikiy/n>>the world

# beat the allegations — by @woonierkiz (aka my mutual), it only has two chapters for now BUT AHHHHHHHHH

# don’t date my brother — by @mosinterlude , LOVED HOW YOU ADDED KONON AND THE ANGST 🤌🤌, also love the fact that it has some idol’s sisters (and brother) <33

# soulmate tracker — by @son4taa, i remember reading this a while back but forgot about it im sorry 😭😭, ITS VERY GOOD THOUGH

# 💌 c u p i d 💘 — by @roseyrays (aka me!), yes this is self promoting 🤌🤌

# ( 尤も ) natural — by @ifearjwn, NOT THE PADDLE BOARD, y/n simps 🫵😁, love u riki, can’t wait for more chapters!

# oh, ni-ki you’re so fine! — by @aernx ,made by mutual! ,sooha jumpscare 😟, NI-KI SO CUTE

# JUNGWON

# stuck by glue — by @yyunari, WINX CLUB AU!, me when y/nwon 💖💖

# mint chocolate shirt — by @wonieleles, i love me some one-sided rivalry, won just stop being mean and kiss her already 🙄

# idol crush! — by @enhas-bestie, I WANT TO PUNCH THE ANTIS SO BAD

# whats after like?! — by @haew0nz, i forgot about what happened 😭, will reread but ik it’s good!!

# cat hotline ♡ — by @faelyncore, CATS AND LOVE=FAV

# wr⩇ng r⩇⩇m! — by @soov, SO CUTE SHSJSJSJSJ

# our beloved leaders — by @tzyuki, yes i just binged the whole smau today, f that zira anti fr, Y/NWON 😔😔🩷🩷

# JUNGWON & RIKI

# pick me! — by @urszn, YUUURRRRR

# SUNOO

(i only read one 😭 please recommend me some)

# ykwim? — by @astrae4, still only has a few chapters but i love it already 💖💖

# SUNGHOON

(i only read one 😭 please recommend me some)

# vlive confession — by @starjaeyun, ITS JUST SO AHH, waiting for more chapters 💖💖

# JAKE

# paper rings — by @117luv, the kids are adorable ❤️❤️, when he changed his user 💀

# dad diaries — by @117luv, spinoff of paper rings, cute ☹️❤️❤️

# hey prez!! ✰ — by @yeeunjia, on hiatus but really good ❤️

# rink of love — by @pagesofmiracles, so cute 😭😭🩷🩷

# JAY

unfortunately didn’t read a jay one yet 🫠 will read after i’m done with this

# HEESEUNG

# dear, heeseung — by @jungwnies, will reread ❤️, it’s cute too

# twitter sucks! — by @filmbyjy, the comedy here LMAO, riki in this is literally me

# curious cat — by @heerocks, AHHHH 💖

# JUST ADDED

# don’t date my brother — by @mosinterlude, LOVED HOW YOU ADDED KONON AND THE ANGST 🤌🤌, also love the fact that it has some idol’s sisters (and brother) <33

# soulmate tracker — by @son4taa, i remember reading this a while back but forgot about it im sorry 😭😭, ITS VERY GOOD THOUGH

# rink of love — by @pagesofmiracles, so cute 😭😭🩷🩷

# our beloved leaders — by @tzyuki, yes i just binged the whole smau today, f that zira anti fr, Y/NWON 😔😔🩷🩷

# 💌 c u p i d 💘 — by @roseyrays (aka me!), yes this is self promoting 🤌🤌

# ( 尤も ) natural — by @ifearjwn, NOT THE PADDLE BOARD, y/n simps 🫵😁, love u riki, can’t wait for more chapters!

# oh, ni-ki you’re so fine! — by @aernx ,made by mutual! ,sooha jumpscare 😟, NI-KI SO CUTE

[pupyuj]

campus rebel! g!p wonyoung who fucks the shit out of the stuco president for getting her into trouble 😵‍💫😵‍💫 OH MY GOD I WANNA HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS

bad girl wony... yeah.. yeah exactly. i giggle every time i get g!p ive asks esp annyeongz i just want them to double team me tbh—

LISTENNNN ... ever since 230423 wonyoung i have never been the same, that look is literally how i picture rebel wony 😭😭😭

wwhat if she has never gotten in trouble for all the bullshit she did when you weren't the stuco president :(( wony got away with everything scot-free bcs the previous presidents were scared of what might happen to them (like expulsion) bcs wony had a bit of a hold in the school 😟😟 but then you got elected, and things changed real fast 😁 teachers were actually scolding her?? giving her shit when she was late to class or wandered the halls during?? and she has never gotten detention before... until you personally put her in one 😭

the detention in question being held in the student council meeting room, it was just you and her. wony was pissed, she could be out partying and getting laid right now but instead, she had to stare at your pretty face while you did your work and babysat her at the same time! looking up from your desk briefly and seeing that the paper in front of wonyoung was still blank. "it's a simple apology, jang. i'm doing you a favor by saving you from a criminal charge. this won't hurt your reputation, you know." you said with a sigh.

"oh trust me, it's been hurt the moment you stepped up that stupid podium in the gym and did your campaign speech like you were the leader of the nation." wonyoung picked up her pen and started scribbling on her paper. well, at least you wouldn't have to deal with her eyes just burning holes into your head anymore! she doesn't even get why she has to apologize 🤨 spray-painting cock and balls to that creepy janitor's truck was funny! and he deserved it!

and then a few minutes later, here comes wony marching over to your desk and slamming her paper down in front of you. what you didn't see was a proper apology but rather a big drawing of a middle finger. this was useless.

"do you wanna go to jail, jang? don't forget that this isn't the first time you've broken a literal law!"

wonyoung merely shrugged, a cocky smile on her lips, "you're just afraid you'll miss me."

you grabbed a new piece of paper, stood up, and pushed it on her chest, "get your shit together. not even your daddy can pull you out of the mess you want to create." but wonyoung was not at all threatened! see, she has always thought that as much as you were a pain in her ass for always scolding her about what she wore, her attitude, and everything... you were still hot. and to you, even when wonyoung was the bane of your existence, you still wanted her badly deep down (pretty, charismatic, cute smile... who could ever resist?), so you didn't complain at all when she suddenly grabbed your waist and kissed you 😳😳

it was messy, what with wonyoung biting your lips and forcing her tongue in your mouth,,, and it wasn't until she lifted you on top of your desk that she finally pulled away, busying her hands with unbuttoning your shirt, her lips now on your neck,,, the way she wouldn't stop teasing you 😭😭 "d'you get me in trouble just so you can have me alone? you could have just told me that you wanted me, prez." shes so annoying 😩

shhdfdkffbf wony marking you all over and you complaining about it 😭😭 AND YOU'RE ARGUING EVEN WHEN SHE HAS HER DICK INSIDE YOU BCS SHE'S TOO FAST OR SOMETHING 💀 you really have no fucking idea why girls throw themselves on her all the time when all she's focused on is her pleasure 🙄 but wony doesn't give a fuck, she's still pissed at you for making her look weak and small now 🫠🫠 so she doesn't care that her pace is too fast, or that she practically forced her big cock inside your tight walls, or that she left too many bite marks on your neck and shoulders... people were gonna know what happened here, and people will know that it was all her doing 😈

wony forcing your legs open for her while she pounds your cunt 🤤🤤🤤 but she's baby so she was whining and groaning in your ear, head buried on your shoulder bcs you feel really good :(( and she gets addicted to the way you say her actual name, totally different from the usual spiteful way you say 'jang', so she makes you say it again and again :((( your voice becoming the thing that grounds her but god she literally can't help but just ruin you so after coming together for the first time, wony immediately puts your legs on the ground and bends you over :((((

her saying mean things to you while she's destrying your cunt from behindddd 🫠🫠

"you're a f-fucking bitch, prez... i hate you.."

"be thankful that you're so pretty, and that this pussy is fucking sweet c-cuz.. ahh, fuck...! i would have gotten you expelled a long time ago... mhmm.. feels so good... so good..."

"from now on, i'm gonna make you my slut... i'm sure you'd like that, unnie.. j-jang wonyoung's cute little cocksleeve sounds more of a better title than student council president..."

needless to say, she fucks you stupid until detention was over! but since you still had stuco prez things to do until sundown, you had to stay in school and ofc wony did too 😁 tho you didn't complain this time bcs cockwarming her while you did your work and kissing her from time to time made everything a little less boring! 🤤

[channoticedmeuwu]

୧ #𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 — 𝐂. 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° #𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 @liveleaking and @saradika for banners used

#𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — CHOI SOOBIN × FEM!READER

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : @radiorenjun haerin n reader as kuromi enthusiasts, hyuck & soobin and their bromance + a tired ningning. honorable mentions to oc!seri & reader's mom y'all carried ‼️‼️

#𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 — social media!au, humor, fluff, hs!au, academic rivals!au, e2l!au

#𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — kys/kms jokes, swearing (duh), hospitals, mention of injuries, underage drinking (in some scenes), occasionally suggestive jokes, a lot of flirting but it's concerning pls see someone, j teens being teens

#𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (OPEN) — @flowerjun @yeonboy @chesh1re-cat @radiorenjun @captivq @forever-in-the-sky2 @l0ve-joy @yangwaa @soobinsgirlfriend @sooooob @sunoosfavsposts @chocorenchin @kaiswifeblog @ethanlandrycanbreakmyheart @myknifeyourlife @banyuew @soobsfairy444 @sadsadandmad @luvsoobs @suzirumas @obeymeharemowner @vixensss @aestheticsluut @rikizm @realigot7 @cha0thicpisces @satan-223 @aloverga @alpha-mommy69 @ariannavivianna @lani-heart @koeuh @bangchansbae @aerxz @impureperhaps @jeonsfizz @anitatvd @a-l-i-y-a @igotkpoops @yenqa @sato-chan-2709 @loveliestsong

#𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 tsk — who were you? what were you? that's all 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 thought about when you stood next to him on the auditorium stage, smiling at the dozen school photographers and fingers holding a plaque that now belonged to both of you. How dare you; disrupt Part-Time Perfect's chance of being the one and only. How dare you; try to make your way into being the face of the school next to him, after being someone he watched from afar for years?

and how dare you look so fucking hot while doing it?

PROFILES — THE HELLO KITTY GIRLS | SOOBIN & FRIENDS

0.0 — INTRO P.1 | INTRO P.2

01 — NOT MY HOUSE(EEE)

02 — sobe4!

03 — jit trippin...

04 — honk shh honk shh

05 — a sight for sore eyes

06 — mentally ill club

07 — boobin

08 — pinocchio

09 — prez

10 — fetus grower

11 — sabotage !!!

12 — untouchable

13 — odi's shit

14 — honestly, valid

15 — homo

16 — um.

17 — yikes...

18 — when and where?

19 — my OUR

20 — the package

21 — she's pretty

22 — to fucking JAPAN?

23 — with YOU!?

24 — mommm

25 — trashBin

26 — dommy mommy

27 — 5 feet apart (the remake)

28 — its-a me-a, mariooo

29 — room 63

30 — notice me senpai

31 — triple dared

32 — #hyuck_deserved_better

33 — shit.

34 — in front of the chinese restaurant

35 — sandwich(ed)

36 — loverboy PT1 | PT2

37 — biology, huh?

38 — should I cry?

39 — our girl

40 — jellyfish phase

MORE TO BE ADDED

41 — crew love

BONUS — moan worthy

[unhakzlvr]

── 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

profiles : rawr xd club

song yn - head of the photography club in school, too awkward to save her own life, down bad very easily

ALSO IGNORE HOW SHES FOLLOWING PEOPLE AND HAS FOLLOWERS ON HER PRIV PLS 😭😭😭😭

chaewon - yns childhood friend, student council prez, #1 baddie

eunchae - yns junior, same grade as woonhak, biggest bully on the block

yunjin - yns bsf, musical baddie, friends with myung jaehyun

sakura - oldest of the group, litch yns mother, victim

kazuha - yns friend, top ballerina in school, has a personal vendetta against sakura

taglist : @downmainstreet @honniebabez @nujeskz @snoozbin @lovaeri @seunghancore @shoberi @sainns @yujinify

masterlist | DA BIG SIX

word from wam 🗯️ gonna spam post :p

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

Hi Violet! I hope you're having a nice day! So, I just reread Witches and I desperately need to know about Prez and Linda's relationship in laoft. Right now in my head (going off of you saying Witches takes place around the same time as Kittens, which puts Linda at ~16 in college) I see the Linda deciding she has a new cousin now, which leads to the (fae instinct) need to keep Prez safe and the (Remus-instilled instinct) desire to cause as much chaos with this kid as possible.

the key difference with prez is that she does not need to be kept safe - other people need to be kept safe from prez, if only because shes both jumpy/restless as fuck and channels that restless energy into dismantling everything she touches

Elliot: Hey, P? why'd you take all the towel racks off the wall?

Prez: ...... uh. i dunno

Roman, also ADHD: *nodding* yeah that's fair

[kaigarax]

Purple Hopes

Diez Drake (X-Drake) x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love when you're happy." & "Fall in love when you're confused." & "Fall in love when you're sad."

Memories 15 Years

Diez Drake watches in both horror and confusion as you climb in through the classroom window. You curiously look to either side of the room before smiling brightly and easily making yourself at home when you seem to determine that the room is clear of whatever threat you seem to think might be lurking.

Now he wouldn’t have been as horrified to see someone (much less a girl in a skirt) climb through a window if not for the fact that the classroom happened to be on the third floor of the school.

How had you even managed to get out there in the first place!

Did you get out of another classroom and then climb into this one?

Did you hop down from the roof?

Why were you even climbing into classrooms anyways?! It wasn’t even like classes were in session right now! Save for a few extra tutoring classes - which obviously you weren’t attending right now.

Drake clears his throat, “excuse me, what exactly do you think you’re doing?”

You turn to him with a bright smile that causes his heart to skip a beat, “oh, hi there! You’re Drake, aren’t you? The Student Council President? I don’t think we’ve been acquainted.”

You look familiar but he can’t put a name to the face. At first he thinks that maybe you’re from another school as he can’t seem to recognize your face from any of the classes or clubs he attends. But something does tell him that he knows for sure that you do happen to go to school here. It must be the combination of the uniform and the familiarity you look at him with. Plus the added bonus that you knew how to open the finicky classroom window (from the outside no less!)

There’s no way that you don’t attend school here.

Maybe you’re an underclassmen?

“Yes, I’m the Student Council Pres-” he shakes his head incredulously as the absurdity of the situation suddenly reforms in his mind, “excuse me miss, but that absolutely does not answer my question! What in the world are you doing climbing through a classroom window, much less one on the third floor!”

“Oh,” you smile playfully as you take another step towards him, “you don’t have to call me Miss. We’re the same age.”

What!

Why was that the thing you were focusing on!

Ugh!

Girls could just be so annoying and confusing at times. Drake practically wanted to pull his hair out and scream out in frustration. Not that he would do that in front of you but the idea was quickly weighing on his conscience.

His face was flushed bright red, as it usually did when pretty girls like yourself got… a little to close.

He prays that you don’t notice.

“Anyways-” you take a seat on the desk beside the one he’s working at which does nothing but fluster him more as he pushes his chair back so fast that it almost causes him to fall over. “Woah, hey, are you okay?” You ask, leaning towards him.

Drake turns away from you, “get down.”

“From the desk?”

“Where else?” He asks, trying his best to sound annoyed.

“You gonna give me detention if I don’t, Prez?” You ask teasingly.

Drake rolls his eyes, hoping you don’t notice the flush of his face and ears, “are you always this annoying?”

“Mm,” you tilt your head to the side cutely, “I make a special expectation for folks like you.”

“Of course you do.”

You smile cheekily in response to Drake’s words as you turn to look at the desk beside you which contains the work that Drake had been so diligently working on before you decided to barge into the classroom.

You swing your legs back and forth as you hand off the side of the desk while humming something that is vaguely familiar to Drake. He thinks it’s something that’s been playing on the radio recently? Or maybe it was something that the school band was playing earlier today before classes had begun? Whatever. Where the song comes isn’t all too important anyways.

“What’re you working on right now, Prez?” You ask, picking up one of the sheets of paper beside you that Drake had been working on.

He snatches the sheet from your hand, “that’s none of your business.” He almost feels a little bad when he spots the momentary shock on your face from his sudden harsh actions.

You hold your hands up in mock surrender, “no need to get snippy, Prez. I was just curious. Won’t do it again. Promise.”

Drake sighs, “I’m sorry.”

“Hm?”

“I said sorry! Goodness woman!” Drake’s face flushes bright red and only seems to grow hotter as your soft laughter fills the room.

“No hard feelings,” you hum playfully, “I was looking at your stuff without permission anyways.”

“Ugh,” Drake groans, “it’s just that I got a little startled.”

“It happens to the best of us.”

“Please don’t tell anyone about that.”

“Your secret is safe with me, Prez. Cross my heart.” You drew an imaginary ‘X’ over your chest in an effort to further demonstrate your dedication to secrecy.

“Good. Because I don't want to have to give you detention.”

“Oh?” Your eyes fill with amusement, “you’d give me detention if I told people that I saw you lose your temper?”

“I-” he groans again, “goodness woman. You’ll be the death of me.”

“Woman?”

“That’s… that’s what you are isn’t it? I just assumed since you’re wearing the girl uniform and-”

“I am,” you lean in towards him again, your hands between your legs and on the edge of the desk to keep yourself from falling off, “you don’t know my name, do you?”

If possible, his face heats up even more, “no I-”

“Then what’s my name, Prez?”

Dhanivi, he immediately thinks. Oh no wait, that was the character from the book he was reading in literature studies. Um… maybe it was Jannet or was it something more fun sounding like Haruka? Anika maybe?

Oh, who was he kidding.

He had no idea what your name was and would only make a bigger fool of himself trying to guess it.

Finally, he shakes his head, admitting defeat, “no. I do not know your name.”

“I appreciate the honesty, Drake.” You tease, dragging out the syllables of his name.

He hastily gathers the sheets of paper that are laying beside you. If you had come earlier he wouldn’t have cared if you had seen what he was working on. It was mostly just paper work for the student council that had to deal with the year end field trip for the seniors. But when you had entered the classroom Drake had been in the middle of writing a journal entry.

His friends sometimes called it his diary but diaries were for young kids! He was basically an adult and was journaling out his stresses. Okay, maybe that was a little bit of what a diary was. But this most certainly wasn’t a diary.

It was… just something that contained a lot of his personal thoughts and frustrations. Sometimes he’d let his friends read it but he certainly wasn’t comfortable with some random stranger (much less a pretty girl like you) to just stumble upon them and start reading it. He had an image of himself to uphold as the Student Council President, afterall.

Drake clears his throat, “so are you going to tell me your name?”

“I might.”

Drake frowns, “well it would be the polite thing to do. To tell someone your name when they don’t know what it is.”

“It is the polite thing to do,” you nod.

“So…”

“So?”

“So are you going to tell me or not?” Drake asked.

“Where would be the fun in that?”

Ugh! This is why Drake wasn’t friends with girls. They were coy and annoying. Always liked to have the upper hand in an argument like this one. Never satisfied with letting someone else lead the conversation.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re annoying?” Drake asked.

“Just you, I’m afraid, Prez.”

Drake rolls his eyes in response, “of course.”

“But that’s okay,” you lean back, placing your hands behind you as you look up at the ceiling. For some strange and bizarre reason, Drake finds that you look especially pretty like this. That your eyes have this certain kinda sparkle that he rarely sees in his peers - especially during this time of year. And you’re smiling in such an unabashed and warm kinda way that makes Drake also want to smile.

Well he would smile if he wasn’t stuck frozen staring at you.

Usually he does his best to only look at people respectfully. Even averts his gaze when girls (and guys) show more skin than necessary. Never makes comments about people’s appearances and does his best to steer his thoughts away from making lewd and provocative comments. But right now, no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t seem to tear his gaze away from you.

So instead, he allows himself to lean forward towards you in hopes of getting a better look at your features. See if he can find the thing that makes him strangely so drawn to you. Find the flame to the moth that he has seemingly become.

He notices that you have a silver bracelet around your wrist as you bring your left hand up to push back a stray strand of hair behind your ear. It’s a pretty bracelet that reminds him a little of a charm bracelet. It’s cute just like you.

“Really?” Drake raises a brow, “it’s okay that I called you annoying?”

You nod, humming gently to yourself again.

“And why is that okay?”

“It’s okay because I like you.”

He blushes brightly, “you do?”

“Sure, I mean you totally could have given me detention when you saw me come in through the window,” you explain, “or you could have pretended to know who I was earlier but you were candid about not knowing my name. Plus, you’re easy to talk to, even if you do think I’m annoying.”

“You are.”

You grin, “so are you.”

“Then why do you like me?”

“Perhaps I just like annoying people.” You jump down from the desk and dust your skirt off looking around the classroom just as you had done earlier before. You smile as your eyes land on the clock in the front of the classroom.

“What were you doing earlier?”

You turn back to look at him, “earlier?”

“When you climbed in through the window?”

“Oh, I’m playing a game of hide and seek with a few of the other students. We had started on the roof and made a rule of not using doors.” You smile playfully, “so obviously I thought to move just out of sight before hopping the fence and climbing down and into one of the classrooms.”

“Ah yes…” Drake nods along, finding your train of thought as amusing as it is stupid, “the obvious choice.”

You wink playfully, “exactly.”

Drake may never admit it aloud, but he thinks that maybe -just maybe- he might like annoying people too. Or at least he likes you, who he thinks is annoying.

“Well, since it’s been 10 minutes I guess I’ve gotta make my way back to the roof and declare myself the winner before everyone starts thinking I jumped off the roof.” You give Drake a little wave before exiting out the front door of the classroom.

“Hey wait! What’s your name?” Drake shouts, calling out after you.

You turn back and smile a smile that sends Drake’s heart into a tizzy of flutters, “don’t worry Prez, you’re smart~ You’ll figure it out eventually.”

“You still owe me that favour!”

“You can cash it in when you figure out my name, Prez.” You shout as you disappear down the school hallway.

It isn’t until two weeks after that Drake finally figures out your name.

He never ends up cashing in that favour.

Fall in love when you’re happy.

---

Someone You Loved Featuring: The Architect

“Late again, Obito.” Diez Drake teases as he spots the dark haired man.

Uchiha Obito makes his way to where Drake and the others (Tokito Muichiro and yourself) are sitting, out of breath. Drake notes that his short hair is windswept and messy as you bring your hand up to fluff it. You were the first one to approach him, placing your drink at the edge of the table. Obito’s cheeks are also slightly flushed red (though whether that’s from being outside or from you is still yet to be determined) as he apologies, “sorry. An old man dropped his wallet down a storm drain and… well I couldn’t just leave him there to suffer alone.”

You laugh “sounds just like you.”

Drake hums in agreement, “when (Y/n) first told me that you were always late to everything I didn’t believe her. But this is what, like the tenth time now? At this point I think you’re just allergic to being on time.”

“What!” Obito blushes brightly, “I’ve been… on time… a few times.”

Muichiro, the quieter one of the group, laughs as he moves the cup you’ve been drinking out of further back from the edge of the table, “when?”

Drake nods in agreement, chuckling teasingly at Obito’s reaction, “yeah, Obito. Can you name any specific occasion?”

“Um…” Obito scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, “the last time when we met?”

“You sure?” Muichiro asked, the ghost of a smile playing on the corners of lips as places his hand on your back to keep you from bumping into the table.

“Come on guys,” you say, wrapping your arms around Drake and Muichiro, “don’t tease Obito too much. I find it endearing.”

Obito pokes your cheek, “as if you don’t tease me every chance you get.”

“Hey! I’m defending you right now!” You pout cutely, “the least you can do is thank me.”

“Oh,” Obito grins playfully, “I should thank you now, should I?”

“You should!”

“And how would you like me to thank you, (Y/n)?” Obito asks, his eyes softening as he says your name.

“Come early next time we meet up.” Your eyes are bright as you make the request to Obito, almost sparkling.

Drake has always known that you were close to Obito but always finds himself surprised at the way you two treat one another. Despite the fact that the four of you had hung out on multiple occasions Drake still always finds himself surprised at how gently Obito can look at you or how your own eyes seem to brighten when he comes.

Honestly, he’s more than a little envious.

“Okay,” Obito finally says, his voice soft, “I will.”

“So,” Muichiro hums, his soft voice causing the three of you to lean in, “have either of you guys gone ice fishing?”

Drake smiles politely, “not yet.”

Now, truth be told, Drake knew next to nothing about fishing. He’d gone a few times when he was young with his foster parents but they had only gone once after Drake had tipped into the water and ended up soaked.

During their first meeting one of them (Drake can’t remember who) brought up fishing and it’s been a recurring conversation topic ever since. He just hoped that neither Muichiro or Obito would catch onto the fact that he’s been faking his knowledge and liking of the topic. Luckily, despite all the time that they’ve hung out, they’re yet to plan a fishing trip which has saved Drake from what would certainly end up being an awkward conversation or two.

Obito and Muichiro mostly carry the conversation about fishing and Drake is grateful. He hopes that they don’t notice his lack of involvement and enthusiasm in the conversation.

Your eyes meet with Drake’s and for a moment he thinks that the ruse is up. Luckily, you only smile playfully in response.

His treacherous heart flutters in response.

Sometimes, Drake thinks that you know him better than he knows himself.

“Congratulations on having your last showcase of the year, (Y/n).” Drake says when the conversation about fishing finally dies down.

You smile, “thank you!”

“It’s been such a busy year for you,” Obito says, “so are you thinking of taking a break? This is the most you’ve ever released in a short timespan, isn't it?”

“It is,” you nod, “the company has been pushing me to release more of the Muse albums because of their popularity.”

Muichiro pats your shoulder reassuringly, “don’t force yourself.”

You nudge him back playfully, “oh, you don’t have to worry about me. The only reason I released so many in a short timespan is because I had such amazing Muses work with.”

The three men turn away from you, their cheeks flushed red.

Drake wonders if you do this on purpose sometimes. If you truly don’t understand the effect you seemingly have on everyone else. He thinks that you must know. That you purposely present yourself in such a way because you like leaving impressions on people. That you like watching the blood rush to people’s faces when you say something that you know will make them blush with such a straight face.

“You know,” Obito smiles in a playful sorta way, “you take pictures all the time, (Y/n), but I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone take a picture of you.”

“True,” Muichiro nods slowly in response.

Drake hums in agreement, “all this time, you’ve been hiding behind the lens.”

You blush brightly, “oh really? I haven’t noticed.”

Drake raises a brow, smirking slightly, “you haven’t noticed, have you?”

“Yep,” your eyes start to wander the room, “haven’t noticed. Not. At. All.”

“Playing coy?” Muichiro teases, leaning over and pushing your cup towards you.

You place the polaroid camera that you’d been holding onto on the table and accept the cup, taking a long drink in an attempt to avoid the gazes of the three men. Drake finds your reaction cute, though admittedly he finds most of your reactions cute.

Obito takes the polaroid camera from the table quickly after you place it down and holds it over your head, chuckling softly as you try to grab it from him. While you’re busy trying to get the polaroid camera back from Obito, Muichiro takes the opportunity to steal your phone from your pocket. He easily flips the phone over as he opens the camera.

Drake laughs softly as you immediately turn to Muichiro, a pout on your lips, “come on guys! This isn’t funny. Give it back!”

“Let us take a picture of you first and then we’ll let you have it back.” Drake explained, smirking as you turned to look at him.

“I don’t like having my photo taken.”

Muichiro watches you, a thoughtful look in his eyes, “why not?”

You blush, “because I don’t think I look very good on the other side of the lens.”

“You do,” Obito says suddenly, his cheeks flushed the lightest shade of pink, “you’re pretty you know.”

Muichiro nods along.

“He’s right, (Y/n),” Drake hums softly as he reassuringly pats you on the back, “you’re pretty both behind and infront of the lens.” You turn to him, a retort on the tip of your tongue that is quickly swallowed as Drake takes your hand in his own and smiles, “so let us take just one photo of you, okay?”

Briefly, Drake wonders if you can feel the difference in heat between your bodies. Drake’s own is burning hot. It feels as though his body has become a furnace of heat that does nothing but make his embarrassment obvious to everyone else in this world except for perhaps you. Or if you do notice it you never make an attempt to say anything about it or point it out.

“Ugh!” You groan but Drake can see the smile behind your eyes, “fine. Just one photo.”

“One photo each?” Obito asks, a bashful smile playing on his lips.

“No.”

Drake chimes in, his own smile turning into a coy one, “but (Y/n)! Don’t you think that we at least deserve one photo each for all the long photoshoots we had to sit through for weeks on end?’

You pout, “it wasn’t weeks on end.”

“Felt like it.” Muichiro chimed in.

“Fine.” You sigh deeply as you take a step back away from the three of them and straighten out your clothes, “one photo each. And then not another peep - got it?”

The three of them share a look between one another before laughing.

Drake salutes playfully, “yes ma’am.”

You make your way to an empty space in front of the plain white wall of the bar. There’s a stain of some sort behind where you’ve chosen to stand but Drake doesn’t point it out. He imagines that you’d take the stain as an excuse to postpone the taking of the photo if not use it to escape the taking of a photo entirely. Besides, in Drake’s most humble opinion, it looks better with the stain there. It makes the moment feel more genuine.

More real.

More open.

More.

Obito’s the first to walk towards you before getting down on his knees (as you sometimes did when taking photos) as he attempts to snap a picture of you. You smile fondly as you watch Obito attempt to recreate some of your techniques before he finally seems satisfied. Obito looks through the lens of the camera for a moment before looking back up at you and then at the camera again before finally snapping his photo.

The polaroid camera buzzes as the photo quickly prints out.

Drake’s always liked the polaroid camera the most. Sure, sometimes the photos come out a little wonky but the fact that there’s only one chance to get the perfect shot and that there’s only one photo that comes out has always made the moment seem more genuine. Not some artificially crafted moment.

A single chance to get everything right. A single moment in time, from a single perspective, frozen forever behind the film of the polaroid photo.

Muichiro steps up next, choosing to come up closer to you. He’s slow and precise in his movements as he gently positions you into the perfect position (as you usually did) before he takes another step back. Muichiro brings a hand to his chin, humming briefly to himself before finally pulling your phone out.

The phone buzzes briefly indicating that a burst of photos was taken.

Drake watches in amusement as your expression shifts from one of entertainment to surprise and then eventually into one of annoyance as you jump towards Muichiro with an exclamation of his name.

Muichiro’s expression remains neutral but his eyes have a playful sort of gleam in them.

A gleam that Drakes notes that you clearly don’t miss.

“I thought you said that you were only going to take one photo!” You say as Muichiro hands the phone back to you.

The corners of Muichiro’s lips turn up in a smile, “pick the one you like the most. Delete the rest.”

Your cheeks flush red, “fine.”

Obito wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close, “you know, I believe you promised one more photo, (Y/n).”

You sigh, reaching into your pocket and pull out a small mini digital camera and hand it over to Drake. He laughs in response. He should have realised that you, of all people, would carry around more than one camera at a time. You’ve always loved taking photos and could go on for days about the different kinds of photos you got from using different kinds of cameras.

The mini digital camera you hand to Drake is cute, small and compact. A sleek black shape and a silver lens that expands out as Drake turns it on. There’s four small buttons on the side and a silver button at the top.

Drake plays around with the different buttons for awhile trying to find the perfect setting to capture you. You settle yourself into position as Muichiro and Obito make their way back to the table they had been sitting at earlier. While Muichiro had chosen to take multiple photos of you while your expression changed and Obito had taken a full body one Drake thinks that he should do a headshot. Something a little simpler that captures you the way he sees you.

“Nervous?” You tease.

Drake laughs softly, his ears flushed red, “a little.”

“Don’t worry,” you say, “no one will know that it was you if it’s a bad picture.”

“I don’t want you to look bad in a picture.”

Your face blushes bright red in response to Drake’s words and your face morphs into one of those hesitant smiles. It’s one of those smiles that you try to suppress because the other person said something stupid but you can’t help but smile.

Drake smiles as he quickly snaps the photo. This is how he sees you. How he wants everyone else to see you. How the world deserves to see you.

Fall in love when you’re confused.

---

Purple Hopes

I hope that I can one day find someone that loves me back. But even more so,

I hope to find someone that I love so much that it doesn't matter if they don’t.

---

Light streams in through the curtains of the bedroom window as Diez Drake stirs in bed.

He’s a little sore from the way he’d been sleeping last night and one of his arms is numb and a little cold to the touch but he finds he doesn’t mind all too much.

His eyes flutter open and it takes him a few moments to adjust as he yawns.

The first thing that comes to Drake’s mind is that he’s not in his room. The mattress is more soft than it is firm and the pillow beneath his head is fluffy and new rather than the flat as plate one he’s been dedicated to for years. Then there’s the colour of the walls. Instead of the dark purple he’s accustomed to, his eyes meet with a pale grey; the light streaming in from the right side of the room instead of the left.

The second thing that Drake spots is you. Your hair spread around your face and your body comfortably curled up against his. He thinks that it’s likely the prettiest sight he’s ever had the privilege of waking up to. Finds it cute how you drool slightly from the corner of your mouth and hold your hands close to your chest.

He shifts ever so slightly closer to you, scared to wake you up but wanting to feel your warmth.

The blanket shared between the two of you is mostly draped over your form, wrapped around your one side and held tightly in the other. Drake chuckles slightly to himself at the sight.

Reaching over, he gently moves the hair out of your face, making sure his fingers graze over your skin gently.

You really are the prettiest girl he’s ever had the privilege of knowing. From the arch of your eyebrows to the shape of your eyes. The subtle twitch of your lips when you smile and the curve of your bridge and nose. Your baby hairs stick to your forehead and when Drake goes to move them he’s met with the fluttering of your eyes as you begin to wake up.

You stretch your arms out, not realizing how close you are to Drake and accidentally end up punching him slightly in the face.

“Oh my goodness,” you exclaim, sitting up, “are you okay?”

Drake brings a hand to his face and tries his best to give you a reassuring smile, “I’m okay. Don’t worry.”

“I’m so sorry!”

“It’s my bad.”

You turn to Drake and gently push his hair out of his face, “it’s not.”

Drake’s face flushes brightly in response. He has to turn away in embarrassment, unable to meet your concerned gaze. No matter how many times Drake feels your gentle touch he can never quite get used to it. Always surprised at how soft you are or how gently your fingers are as they brush over his skin, almost as if you’re afraid of breaking him.

You won’t, of course.

Drake is a large and well built man who could likely take you out with a single arm. People usually don’t hold back when it comes to shaking his hand or giving him a pat on the back. But you are always so gentle and soft.

He wonders if you’re like that with everyone. So delicate with your touches.

So brief and ever so fleeting.

Your touch sends tingles through his skin, almost like sparks of fire beneath his skin waiting to be ignited. He leans into the warmth of your hand while silently hoping you don’t point out the flush on his cheeks. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to handle much more if you decide to tease him. Especially so early in the morning.

He closes his eyes and inhales deeply.

“Did you sleep okay?” You ask.

“Mhm,” Drake hums softly, “did you?”

“There was this big lump of muscle that was clinging to me all night, but other than that my sleep was great.”

Drake blushes, “sorry.”

You chuckle as you press a kiss to his forehead, “don’t be. It’s endearing.”

If possible his blush deepens and he feels as though his face is on fire. He’d always known that you could be sweet but this level is too much for him to handle. It’s sweet and soft in a way you usually aren’t. Not that you aren’t a gentle person but this specific kind of behaviour from you feels almost foreign to him.

No doubt, it was this kind of behaviour that allowed you to capture the hearts of so many before him.

You roll closer to him and bury your face in his chest.

And no doubt, it’s this behaviour that’s going to be the death of him.

Drake grumbles, “(Y/n).”

“Hm?”

“Don’t do that.”

You yawn, “don’t do what?”

Drake pouts, “you know what.”

“You’re gonna have to use your words. I can’t stop something if I don’t know what it is that I should be stopping,” you chuckle, “I’m not a mind reader, you know.”

Drake groans in response, covering his face with his hands, “please.”

“Please what?”

He can’t bring himself to ask you to stop, enjoying your warmth too much. So instead he turns his head to the side and buries it in the pillow and groans into it for what feels like the tenth time this very morning.

You giggle in response as you absentmindedly begin to trace shapes along his chest.

Drake finds himself regretting not putting a shirt back on last night. He doubts he’ll be able to get out of bed today with you treating him like this. He’s always had a weak spot for pretty girls like you but you specifically seem to have a knack for getting him worked up like this. The last time he had been this close with someone else he was still a rather young and green boy. Back then he had thought that girl would have been the one. It was unfortunate that life had had different plans for him.

Briefly, Drake finds himself wondering how many other people have woken up with you like this. How many other people had spent their nights tangled up in your bed sheets. How many other people you held so close and touched so gently as you did to him now.

He thinks a few. There’s a certain practiced ease to your movements which makes the movements feel familiar as they come from you. But just even then it could also be because of your personality or because you’re comfortable with him. He certainly prefers the latter of the two options but admits that the former is more likely. Drake, admittedly, knows that you’ve certainly lived your life surrounded by brilliant people. People that are far more brilliant than him. So he wouldn’t be surprised.

Shouldn’t be surprised.

Shouldn’t be upset.

But he is. Gets that green eyed monster gnawing at his chest whenever he thinks of someone else seeing you this way.

Now, Drake has never really considered himself someone that… got around but he had had his fair share of people that he had taken to bed. Really, it only makes him feel worse about how he’s feeling right now. Burying his face in your hair and inhaling deeply helps to push that dread in his chest down.

“You okay?” You ask gently.

Drake wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, “mhm.”

“You sure?”

“I am.”

“That’s good,” you hum softly, pushing yourself up slightly only to be pulled back into Drake’s chest. “Drake!” You exclaim.

He chuckles, “what?”

“We have to get up.”

“Why?”

“Because we have plans that we need to get to.”

Drake sighs, “can’t we just skip them.”

“And what would you have us do?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He asks, running his fingers through your hair and pushing it back behind your ears so that he can get a better look at your face, “we’ll just stay in bed for the rest of the day and let everything else fall to ruin. I mean, who has to work on the weekend?”

You poke his cheek, “as tempting as that sounds, I have to attend a meeting with my manager.”

“Lame.”

You move from his cheek to his side, “you’re lame.”

He laughs, grabbing your one hand while his other moves to your side as he tickles you back. You squirm in his grasp and let out airy laughs. Personally, Drake thinks you look best like this; with your head thrown back in laughter and your eyes sparkling in entertainment.

In an attempt to escape his tickles you push yourself to the side but underestimate how much space there had actually been on that side of the bed and end up falling off with a ‘thump’.

Because of Drake’s grip around your wrist, and his determination to not let you go, he too is accidentally thrown off balance coming tumbling off the bed after you. In an attempt to not crush you beneath his weight he holds his arms out to either side of you which causes a good amount of force to land on his arms. At least his torso is alright, cushioned by your own.

Drake’s cheeks are flushed bright red as he looks down at you.

“Are you okay?” You ask while slightly out of breath and still reeling back from the initial shock of the fall.

You’re pretty from this angle. Your cheeks flushed and your hair tousled in every direction. Drake has to shake his head and scold himself for thinking such things while in such a position.

“Y-yeah,” Drake manages, “I think I’m okay.”

His treacherous heart soares. Despite the pain that you’re definitely in, your initial thought was to make sure that he was okay first. He can’t remember the last time that someone other than his guardian had cared about him in such a way. His insides feel all mushy and he isn’t sure if it’s because of the fall messing up his insides or the way you’re looking up at him.

“Are you okay?” Drake asked.

You do your best to smile, “as okay as someone can be after falling off the bed.”

“Oh my! Do you need to go to the doctor? The hospital? Because I can definitely take you right now! You didn’t break anything did you? Did I land on you too roughly?” Drake fretts, “I promise I won’t let this happen again!”

You laugh softly and let your head fall to the ground.

Your laughter causes Drake to pout, “what? Is my concern that funny?”

“It’s cute,” you smile, “you’re cute.”

Drake smiles softly in response, pushing your hair back and out of your face. He leans down slightly.

It sucks that the moment is broken by the loud ringing of your phone. Pulling the two of you from the moment and seemingly back onto the cold floor of your bedroom. Drake is quick to get off of you and you’re quick to follow as you scramble to pick up your phone.

“Hello?”

Drake finds refuge back on the bed, taking a seat on the edge, watching as you scramble around the room to pick up loose clothes from last night. You toss the clothes you find on the floor into the laundry basket before making your way to your drawer to pick your outfit for the day all while nodding and humming in response to whatever the person on the other end of the phone is saying.

He finds himself smiling softly as he watches you get dressed for the day. He bets that all your mornings are a little like this. That you spend them in a haze of excitement and entertainment as you get ready for what you’re doing to do next.

Honestly, Drake’s a little jealous. Most of his own mornings are mundane and slow to start. Sure, there are the days where he wakes up late and has to rush to pick everything up but even those seem only half as entertaining as the one that he’s shared with you today. Though, that might have to do with the fact that he got to spend a good portion of the morning teasing you.

He hopes that he isn’t coming off as clingy.

Ugh.

And just when things were going well his thoughts decided to take a turn for the worst as they usually do.

His heart flutters in that annoying way as you make your way to the kitchen and start boiling a pot of hot water. You grab two cups from the countertop as you continue on with the conversation you’re having over the phone.

Drake’s had a broken heart before, but he feels as though this might be his worst yet. Especially if you keep doing little things like this that you think don’t hold any meaning. Try as he might (which truthfully isn’t that hard) he’s falling.

And he’s falling hard.

Fall in love when you’re sad.

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

dead prez released their debut album Let’s Get Free February 8, 2000

[landofzero-archive]

Perplex - Prank Intersection 9

Season: Spring

(Location: Starmony Dorm (Ibara, Mitsuru, Midori, Tsumugi's Room))

Rinne: “HAH……!? A BOMB?”

Yuuta: “Yeah, take a good look at this! The numbers on the belt around the mannequin’s waist!

The number is decreasing from 300 as we speak! It’s obviously a bomb!

The Vice Prez got the better of us all over again!

Ahh, even though I teamed up with Rinne-senpai to get revenge, something like this still happened……!”

Rinne: “Well, it’s true that the Vice Prez duped us, but at least this bomb is a toy, y’know.

If it was a real bomb, it would blow up his own room, wouldn’t it?”

Yuuta: “P-Probably. But maybe it’s possible the power of it was reduced?”

Rinne: “Even if that’s the case, if it can produce a spark, it can create a fire. I can’t really think of it as anything but a toy to scare us with.”

Yuuta: “…… That’s also true, isn’t it.”

Yuuta and Kuro: ……… (They nod at each other)

Rinne: “Although, did the Vice Prez really think we’d panic over a toy like this?

There’s gotta be something up—

Wh-!? What– why did I hear a loud popping noise all of a sudden……”

Kuro: “My bad. Looks like I stepped on the balloon and popped it.”

Rinne: “What do you mean the sound of a balloon popping? Did Yuta drop a water balloon?

We were talking about bombs just a moment ago so it freaked me out a lil—”

Yuuta: “There we go. Rinne-senpai, you’re all secured~♪”

Rinne: “…… What.”

Yuuta: “Thanks a lot, Kiryu-senpai. Your balloon popping timing was nice~”

Kuro: “Yeah, it’s a relief you were able to grab Amagi-senpai’s attention so well.”

Rinne: “…… Oi oi, you guys. What’s the meaning of this?

I mean, Yuta, why’d you put handcuffs around my wrists?”

Yuuta: “It’s not just handcuffs. The bomb that was strapped to the mannequin a bit ago is not wrapped around your waist.”

Rinne: “That’s not an explanation! I mean, this turn of events, you didn’t actually……”

Yuuta: “Have you noticed? The truth is, I……

Teamed up with the Vice Prez and decided to prank you.

Da da-da~♪ The prank was a huge success!”

Rinne: “Are you serious!? So, the bomb strapped to me, are you being for real?”

Yuuta: “It’s real.

Earlier, you said the Vice Prez wouldn’t do something so stupid, but……

What would you say if I had gotten permission from the Vice Prez?”

Rinne: “Gyahaha. For a guy like you, you sure are doin’ some funny stuff huh……

And? This isn’t the end, is it?”

Yuuta: “As expected of Rinne-senpai. You’re pretty sharp~

The Vice Prez is in the courtyard and just so happens to have the key that defuses the bomb.

If you can catch the Vice Prez and get the key before your time runs out, maybe you can avoid the explosion?”

Rinne: (? Why are you letting venomous snake-chan deactivate it……)

“……! I see. You ‘guys’ thought through this well huhh……♪

Honestly, I underestimated you. But, I love a good plot twist too.

Gyahaha, I’ll also put my all into going along with your prank!”

(Location: Starmony Apartment Courtyard)

Ibara: Fufu. I’m elated you got snapped right up into the trap I set for you, Amagi-shi.

However, you’ve cost me some extra time and effort.

In the first place, I had no intention of participating in this prank. But what I hadn’t expected was for there to be so many people targeting me.

It’d be easy for me to say no, but then it would be a hassle to have to turn down similar offers over and over again.

With that being the case, it’d be better in the long run to snap back at them and make other idols and the industry realize that there’s no point in targeting me.

And in the meantime I’ll be able to get some good footage from the prank.

I can maximize my profits and organize my work at the same time. Now that is killing two birds with one stone, aHaHaHa☆

Yuuta: “You seem pretty proud, Vice Prez♪”

Ibara: “!? That voice is—”

(I feel something strange on my legs. Have they been restrained by something……?)

Yuuta: “It’d be troublesome if you ran away, so I cuffed your legs together♪

Ahaha. Your reaction is also great~. Narukami-senpai, did you completely capture the scene just now?”

Arashi: “Of course. Perfectly♪”

Ibara: “Narukami-shi, and Yuuta-kun? Why are the two of you here……!?

Especially you, Yuuta-kun. I could have sworn I confirmed you were in my room right now.”

Yuuta: “The person there now is actually Aniki in disguise.”

Ibara: “Hinata-kun……? But he was……”

Yuuta: “It’s true that he’s been working since this morning, but he still has some free time at this time.”

Ibara: “………”

Yuuta: “The biggest threat to you, Vice Prez, was if I were to betray you after teaming up with you.”

Ibara: “…… Indeed. When you contacted me, I also took that possibility into consideration.”

Yuuta: “So I had to make you believe that there’s no way I would ever betray you.

For that reason, I thought it’d be good to show the Vice Prez my appearance of working together with Rinne-senpai.

If I’m alone, the Vice Prez won’t be able to interfere while I’m pranking Rinne-senpai.

The truth is, I’m free because I used a disguised Aniki.”

Ibara: “…… So you took advantage of my preconceived notion that Hinata-kun couldn’t join in because of work.”

Yuuta: “You’d said that Hinata-kun couldn’t appear in the prank because of his schedule.

And, you must have had the impression that I’ve been focusing on solo activities lately.

I’d talked with you quite a bit so that I could do activities not tied to being a twin.

You subconsciously thought that since it was a personal job, I wouldn’t rely on him, didn’t you?

Fufu, it feels great to explain my evil deeds so triumphantly♪

Charge! Invade! Conquer~☆, I really understand why the Vice Prez enjoys reveling in self-satisfaction.”

Ibara: “…… Indeed, that’s true. I don’t intend to deny that.

But, it’s the worst feeling when my plans get ruined!

That’s enough. The prank was a success so let’s end this charade—”

Yuuta: “Nope nope, actually, the real prank hasn’t even started yet.”

Ibara: “There’s still something else……?”

Yuuta: “We’ve only just finished the set up. The real thing hasn’t happened yet.

Now, it’s about time for Rinne-senpai to arrive. That is to say, I’ll be handing this key to you.”

Ibara: “…… What’s this key?”

Yuuta: “At the moment, Rinne-senpai’s looking for you with a bomb tied to his waist. And I’ve told him you have the key to deactivate it.

—You know what’s next, don’t you, Vice Prez?”

Ibara: “So you’re saying I’ll fall victim to the bomb alongside Amagi-shi who’s come to deactivate it?

That’s a fake. It’s a joke item that does nothing even after the time runs out.”

Yuuta: “But it was Aniki who was holding onto the thing strapped to Rinne-senpai’s waist up until right before.

Can you really say Rinne-senpai’s wearing the item you prepared around his waist?”

Ibara: (There’s a possibility they’ve been swapped……! In that case, I can’t deny the possibility of an explosion.)

Rinne: “—I found ya, Hebi-chan♪”

Ibara: “Amagi-shi……!”

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[cixl-writes]

ciel's masterlist

new jeans

— `` | kim minji

▬▬▬▬ [ imagine: noceur ]

▬▬ minji is wide awake at 1 am, she was already prepared to hear paranormal things; not a talk between her girlfriend and her girlfriend's best friend, pham hanni.

▬▬▬▬ [ text: gf!minji ]

▬▬▬ [ imagine: to the one i loved most ]

▬▬ minji has done everything in her power to pursue her greatest story but all of it seems to backfire at her. was love always this cruel? it wasn't like anything kim minji had envisioned before.

▬▬▬▬ [ imagine: nepenthe ]

▬▬ minji loves her job, really she does! it just gets too much sometimes. luckily for her, you're there to become her escape.

— `` | pham hanni

▬▬▬▬ [ smau: coward ]

▬▬ pham hanni is nothing but a coward— she can't confess her feelings, she acts like she hates affection, and she can't initiate anything to save her life. luckily for her, her long time crush eternal rival and ex-childhood best friend, jang y/n is a love expert.

▬▬▬▬ [ text: gf!hanni ]

▬▬▬▬ [ imagine: absquatulate ] (soon)

▬▬ pham hanni left so abruptly, leaving behind the life she had before; including her (almost) lover, huh y/n. but fate seems to be playing with their life and brought both broken souls together again.

— `` | danielle marsh

▬▬▬▬ [ imagine: selcouth ]

▬▬ danielle loves to see her members smile, especially a certain someone.

▬▬▬▬ [ smau: like ice ] (soon)

▬▬ danielle has always wanted to learn how to ice skate and well, luck seems to be at her side! the cold as ice exchange student from japan just so happens to be a figure skating prodigy! learning ice skating with her crush as her guide? she's totally up for it! falling a lot right in front of her? not so much.

— `` | kang haerin

▬▬▬▬ [ imagine: elysian ]

▬▬ reader is so so in love. they're very in love, your honor.

▬▬▬▬ [ imagine: hiraeth ]

▬▬ it was almost scary to think that history repeats itself.

▬▬▬▬ [ text: gf!haerin ]

— `` | lee hyein (platonic only) (coming soon)

le sserafim

— `` | miyawaki sakura (coming soon)

— `` | kim chaewon

▬▬▬▬ [ imagine: lucid ] (soon)

▬▬ chaewon has always find it easier to find comfort in you. what about you, though?

— `` | huh yunjin (coming soon)

— `` | nakamura kazuha (coming soon)

— `` | hong eunchae

▬▬▬▬ [ imagine: cafuné ] (soon)

▬▬ sneaking around has always been hard, especially with overprotective older sisters watching 24/7

nmixx

— `` | lily morrow (coming soon)

— `` | oh haewon

▬▬▬▬ [ imagine: euphoria ] (soon)

▬▬ it's always been her and only her; even amidst a crowd, all you can see and hear is her. oh haewon just can't seem to stop orbiting around you, can't she?

▬▬▬▬ [ imagine: yonderly ] (soon)

▬▬ just how much can someone adore another before they notice?

— `` | seol yoona (coming soon)

— `` | choi yunjin (coming soon)

— `` | bae jinsol (coming soon)

— `` | kim jiwoo (coming soon)

— `` | jang kyujin (coming soon)

ive

— `` | kim gaeul (coming soon)

— `` | ahn yujin

▬▬▬▬ [ series: dump ]

▬▬ ahn yujin is stressed with everything in her life— from her student council activities to balancing her part time works, she's stressed. and stumbling upon a certain troublemaker–turned–stuco vice prez named kim y/n seemed to worsened her problems even more. or does it?

— `` | naoi rei (coming soon)

— `` | jang wonyoung

▬▬▬▬ [ smau: lovesick ] (soon)

▬▬ jang wonyoung never really falls in love, that was a popular belief amongst everyone. but of course, every belief in the campus just has to be busted by @/luvseek; an anonymous account run by none other than oh y/n!

— `` | kim jiwon (coming soon)

— `` | lee hyunseo (platonic only) (coming soon)

more to come soon :P

[thebestoftragedy]

I maintain exactly one friendly relationship with a conservative heterosexual man so I can win arguments about being in an echo chamber However I should not have talked to that guy today. got treated to an hysterical rant about current prez being a ‘dictator-czar appointing his successor’ and then for some reason about how amanda p. is a ‘literal succubus’ and evil mastermind. also how angry birds (2014) is the most neoconservative movie ever made.

[aeoki]

Blackjack - Santa Will Not Come: Chapter 1

Location: Yumenosaki Student Council Room Characters: Touri, Shinobu, Souma, Mao & Yuzuru Season: Autumn

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< In the past, right before the school field trip.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBeginning of November – Yumenosaki Student Council Room. >

Mao: I’ll start from the basis of it all.

“Starlight Festival” or “Star Fest” is a big event that’s held on the same day as Christmas Live.

In terms of dreamfests, it’ll be an “R1”... no, a “S1”, huh. Either way, it’ll be the next highest ranked dreamfest aside from “SS”.

Touri: “R1” didn’t become a thing in the end, huh~

Both ES and Yumenosaki still use the names they’re used to, so it just made things more confusing for everyone instead.

Yuzuru: Isara-sama is speaking so please refrain from interrupting him. I do agree with what you’ve said, though.

Souma: I have a question, Isara-dono.

Mao: You guys just do whatever you want, huh. You should let me explain everything first.

Well, it’s fine, I guess. What’s up, Kanzaki?

Souma: It is a simple question but why did you want to change how the “dorifesu” ranks were called?

It felt as though that had become a reality somewhere along the way, but I do not particularly remember the specifics.

Mao: Dunno but maybe Tenshouin-senpai and the other Yumenosaki alumni didn’t want their presence to be felt within ES.

So the ES management forcibly changed the name?

I’m assuming they wanted to change just the name, so that it would make it look like they’re the ones leading it all…

Touri: That’s something incompetent managers or politicians do. They’re just changing the signboard.

Souma: I see. I understand now. I apologise for interrupting earlier. Let us continue with the discussion.

Mao: Alright. Since things have kinda gone off on a tangent already, I’ll ask just in case, but do you two have anything else you want to add? Anzu? Sengoku?

Shinobu: Huh!? N–No no, I’m fine just listening! So don’t mind me!

Mao: Yeah? I’m a bit worried since you tend to keep to yourself. If there’s anything you want to say, feel free to.

Shinobu: T–Thanks but no than– I mean, I’m grateful all the same ~de gozaru.

Ah! Come to think of it, what is Anzu-dono doing here? She’s not a member of the Student Council, right?

Mao: I didn’t explain, did I? It seems Anzu’s in charge of this year’s “Star Fest” again.

Shinobu: Haha, so she’s here because she wrote the proposal, huh.

It feels like it's become a regular thing for Anzu-dono to be in charge of “S1” events. Like “Tanabata Fest” and “Halloween Party”...

Touri: Hmm~ It looks like ES is also working Anzu to the bone, so she must be having a tough time.

Mao: Yeah. Personally, I don’t want to make Anzu do too much. It’ll be another nightmare if Anzu collapses again.

Souma: Come to think of it, it was about this time of year when Anzu-dono collapsed, correct?

Yuzuru: Indeed… I’m relieved to see you’re in good spirits this year compared to the last, Anzu-san.

…Although, you do seem rather pale.

Shinobu & Touri: …………

Mao: Hm? What’s wrong with you two? Do you have an idea as to why Anzu has been feeling a bit down?

Touri: It’s just a guess but it’s probably something to do with Kurone. 

Mao: Kurone…? Oh yeah, what’s happening with him, Anzu? He was stuck to you like glue at the beginning of the school year, but he’s not with you today?

Touri: Geez, this discussion is going nowhere! This happens every time Anzu's involved – this wouldn’t have happened if Eichi-sama was here. Looks like you still have a long way to go, New Prez~

Mao: Going off on tangent after tangent would be the only thing he’d be doing.

But it’s precisely as you say, Touri. There are a few parts I’m curious about, but let’s get back on topic.

This year’s “Star Fest” will be produced by Anzu.

To be precise, the “Producer Course” will be organising it with Anzu at the centre of it all.

The only thing the Student Council will be doing is providing a budget, so we’ll get to take things easy. Of course, we’ll be helping out with the preparations if the “Producer Course” asks for it, though.

We’ll all be appearing in “SS” this year too. Honestly, having too much work would be the least thing we’d want right now.

Touri: Yeah, “Trickstar” won’t be the only unit taking part since we’ll all get to participate in “SS” this year.

Submit the application form, take part in the Qualifying Rounds, make it pass that and then you’ll get to appear on the Main Stage on New Year’s Day…

Shinobu: It makes me feel dizzy… It seems we’ll have our hands full starting from the middle of November all the way until the New Year thanks to that ~de gozaru.

Yuzuru: Being busy is a good thing. I’m sure the Young Master is very happy seeing as we’ve all been given an equal opportunity to take part in this year’s ��SS”.

Touri: Yeah! It was totally unfair that “Trickstar” was the only one that got to take part last year!

Mao: It wasn’t unfair… The condition to gain the right to take part in “SS” was to win “DDD” and that’s exactly what we did.

Touri: But it’s still unfair! You stole that right from us “fine” like some petty thief…!

Souma: Enough now. That is disgraceful behaviour, Himemiya. Once again, we have gone off on another tangent.

Mao: Yeah. Anyway, “SS” will be another load of work, so I figured we’d be able to take it easy with “Star Fest” but…

I was surprised when I saw Anzu’s proposal for “Star Fest”.

I had an inkling before but are you wanting to kill us?

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[tokusaatsus]

PRANK WARS

ft. aoi hinata, aoi yuuta

© tokusaatsus 2022

warnings: none

It’s official–you can tell that the rest of your day is going to be hell when you wake up to a faceful of glitter. You fume silently, gritting your teeth as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is a snarled mess, and specks of shiny pink and gold are caught between the strands. You grip the sink.

Yuuta trudges glumly into the bathroom, then catches sight of you and freezes like a deer in headlights. “Y/N, you…uh…”

“If you say anything,” You snarl viciously. “It will be the last thing you say. Ever.”

“Right.” Yuuta agrees. “Right. My bad. You look fine. Definitely.” He catches sight of your glare, and backtracks. “I mean. Nothing to note about your appearance. Nope. Nuh-uh.” Clearly realising he’s simply digging his grave deeper, Yuuta makes a zipping motion over his mouth and begins to inch out of the bathroom. “I think I’ll just. Go now.”

You pay him no mind as he makes his escape, too busy examining the damage. You recognise this modus operandi: the colours are a dead giveaway.

Hinata.

You’re going to kill him. Then you pause. Objectively, your rage-fueled rampage would be cathartic. And it would also be interesting to witness. But it won’t do anything in the long run. It’s time, you think, to fight fire with fire.

It had taken you a while to come up with the perfect prank. In the end, you’d decided on a basic yet elegant prank–after all, you can’t go wrong with misflavoured foods!

Sitting on a tray in front of you was a lovely cream cheesecake, one that you’d stolen from the kitchens (the label read ‘Property of Oogami Koga–DO NOT TOUCH!! I’m looking at you, vampire bastard’ but you’d disregarded that in favour of what you deemed the greater good, aka restoring your lost dignity), except that it was filled with a concoction of your own making that you’d lovingly named ‘torture and insanity’.

Crushed jalapeños, melted fondue, soy sauce, and wasabi all mixed together to guarantee a disaster for whomever ate it.

“Hi, Y/N!” Hinata chirps, a grin on his face. Speak of the devil. Yuuta trails behind him, fidgeting anxiously with his hair. “Ooh, whatcha got there?”

“A smoothie,” You say flatly, taking a long sip from your strawberry smoothie. “Oh, and cake, I guess? I dunno. You can have it, if you want.”

“Don’t mind if I do~” Hinata rubs his hands together, pulling a fork out of his pockets. “You want some, Yuuta-kun?” Yuuta catches your eye, and you smile. He shudders and shakes his head. Hinata shrugs. “More for me, I guess.”

You wait patiently, and are rewarded with the sight of Hinata’s eyes bugging out of his head as the filling bursts onto his tongue. “Ew, ew, ew, gross! That’s gross, that’s awful!” He waves a hand over his tongue, as though exposing it to the air will get rid of the taste, then dives for your smoothie when that doesn’t work. You let him, because there was a reason you’d brought it in the first place.

“Serves you right,” You snap, over his desperate slurping. “You shouldn’t have pranked me first thing in the morning.”

“Pranked you?” Hinata says incredulously, face stained pink. “I didn’t prank you? I was going for Yuuta-kun and–oh, no… Yuuta-kun! Why didn’t you warn me?”

“He knew he’d rather stick with the superior pranker,” You declare, pleased as the cat that caught the canary.

“And you think I’d help you? Knowing what day today is?” Yuuta adds, sticking his tongue out.

“Meanies!” Hinata cries out. “You two are conspiring against me!”

“Nostalgic, am I right?” You grin, because the three of you hadn’t done a prank war in ages, ever since Vice Prez had sat you all down and told you, in no uncertain terms, that if you kept your pranking ways up, he’d have to take drastic measures. You tap the bracelet on your wrist, a symbol of your friendship. “Happy birthday, you two.”

notes!

WC: 676 words

reze txt happy birthday hinata and yuuta! our favourite twins! may you continue to grow and find your own path in this world <3

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