#🖤napping in class

[dandyshucks]

baby gorl u are so strange and off-putting !!!!

#idk if its bc im tired or if i am genuinely seeing it clearly but ... he is kind of cute here hehe like the smile isnt that off putting rly #okay now i go to sleep fjdkdl i hope everyone has a good night or day or other timezone equivalent hfkfld #🖤napping in class #doodlebug.png #dandy.cmd

[animeomegas]

Omega!Denki - Back of the neck

(This is a birthday gift!!! For the wonderful, amazing, ridiculously talented @omeganronpa​!!!! Because birthdays! and celebrations! and yay!!! I hope you enjoy it 🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤💖💗💓💞💕💟💝💘)

Summary: Denki knew he was smitten with this alpha from class 3B... but did they seriously put him into subspace just by putting their hand at the back of his neck??? Fuck, he had it bad. 

Warnings: This is non-sexual subspace. Denki does take his shirt off at one point but alpha reader averts their eyes because they are a Respectful Alpha™ thank you very much 😤 Mineta is also a jealous bitch in this. 

It was Denki’s favourite night of the week: Friday night. There was no need to do homework, no late training exercises, and best of all, Bakusquad movie night!

Snacks, films and friends, was there a better combination?

“So,” Kirishima said, wiggling his eyebrows as Sero tried to locate the remote to put on the film. “Are you and that alpha from 3B official yet?”

Denki pouted at the question as he hugged a pillow to his chest.

“No, not yet… I totally thought they would make it official when they took me out to that café last week, but they didn’t…”

“Aww, it will happen, Denks, don’t worry!” Mina cooed, ruffling his hair. “Take it from another alpha, they’re so obviously head over heels for you!”

At that moment, Sero successfully located the remote behind one of the curtains with a triumphant noise.

“Found it!” he held up the remote in triumph and returned to the couches and plopped himself down. “But hey, if you’re so worried about it, why not ask them to join next week’s movie night? You can offer to walk them back to their dorm and confess on the doorstep all romantic and stuff. Alphas don’t have to make the first move anymore, dude.”

Denki turned the idea over in his mind for a moment. He was nervous to reveal his feelings so candidly, but maybe his friends were right.

“Yeah… okay, good idea, Sero, I’ll do that if you guys don’t mind an extra person next week?”

“Whatever, as long as they don’t talk over the film like some people. Now, are we going to watch this movie or what?”

“Sure!” Denki grinned, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Sorry Bakugou, didn’t mean to side-track everyone. Press play!”

…

“Are you sure your friends don’t mind me crashing movie night? I know it’s your thing.”

Denki hummed without registering your words, focusing instead on the feeling of your hand on his lower back.

“Denki? Earth to Denki?”

Denki startled, stopping in his tracks and looking at you with wide eyes.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

You stopped walking with him, both of you now standing a couple of metres from the 3A dorm entrance.

“Are you okay?” you asked softly, rubbing his arms with your hands. “You’ve been really out of it today.”

“Sorry,” he apologised, rubbing tiredly at his face. “I didn’t sleep well at all last night, just couldn’t get my brain to shut up and then I got the shit kicked out of me by Midoriya during a spar today. He didn’t mean to hurt me, but I swear that guy forgets that he’s fucking jacked sometimes.”

You laughed lightly and Denki’s stomach flipped.

“I’m sure if you decided to take a little nap during the film, no one would mind.”

“No!” Denki protested. “Film night is sacred! I won’t betray the film night ritual like that!”

You laughed again, this time grabbing his hand in yours and giving it a little squeeze.

“Well, if film night’s so sacred, we should get a move on because we’re already late,” you grinned at him in a way that made Denki’s legs feel weak. Every time you gave him special attention or affection, he just wanted to fall into your arms and let you spoil him until he couldn’t take it anymore.

You metaphorically tugged him out of those thoughts as you physically tugged him towards the door, allowing him to open it and let you both into the common area where his friends were lounging on the sofas while a couple of his other classmates pottered around in the kitchen.

“Finally!” Mina cheered, throwing her arms up in the air. “You guys are here!”

“Took you long enough,” Sero teased. “Did Denki get lost trying to find the 3B dorms again?”

Denki knew the teasing was only that, teasing, but his stupid, tired brain decided to let the comment sting against his will. He really wasn’t in the mood to hear about his incompetence in front of the alpha he was trying so hard to impress.

“Hey, it wasn’t his fault it was mine,” you said easily, slipping a hand to the back of his neck to squeeze it comfortingly. “He was on time, but I couldn’t find my jacket, sorry everyone!”

Denki only heard the start of your deflection because his entire brain was desperately focused on trying not to melt at the grip you had on the back of his neck. His brain felt like it was slowly emptying and then filling back up with fuzz. You had him by the neck and it felt so lovely after the stress of the day.

“Bro, you okay over there?” Kirishima asked, jolting Denki back to reality.

Denki swallowed heavily, trying to remove the cotton feeling from his mouth.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” he managed to force out, automatically leaning towards you, comforted by the way you immediately wrapped an arm around him.

“Then let’s get this party started! I picked this week’s film,” Mina said, grabbing the remote off the coffee table and twirling it in her hand.

“Fucking help us all,” Bakugou muttered, taking a swig of his drink.

Mina made an offended noise and, without hesitation, threw a cushion at him, sticking out her tongue the whole while.

Bakugou let out a growl, just managing to catch the cushion. Denki knew he was just joking around, Bakugou was always like that. So why was his heart rate spiking? What was wrong with him today?

“Hey, let’s sit down, come on,” you whispered in his ear, leaving a trail of goosebumps in your wake. Denki allowed you to lead him to the sofa without a second thought.

“Okay! I’m pressing play now and if you can’t hear the film because you’re arguing, then that’s your problem!” Sero announced loudly, making significant eye contact with Mina and Bakugou, who reluctantly stopped bickering as the opening credits started to play.

Not that Denki really noticed them. Try as he might, he couldn’t convince himself to focus on the film when you were sitting right next to him. All it took was one moment of weakness and he was crawling onto his maybe-sort-of-hopefully alpha’s lap and burying his face in your chest.

He just… needed it. Every part of him was just itching to be close to you, to be surrounded with your scent.

Sure enough, he quickly relaxed, heart rate dropping as everything felt better all at once.

The way you wrapped one arm around him and used the other to stroke his hair pulled a tremendous purr from him, loud enough that his friends even turned to look at him, but none of them commented on what they saw.

Denki didn’t care who was watching though; your heartbeat was so nice to listen to. It was so steady and comforting. He let his mind float as he listened.

This was nice. He liked this. You were so amazing, such a perfect alpha. And he hoped more than anything that you would reciprocate his confession after the film. The reminder of his later plans sent a spike of anxiety through him, but you scratched the back of his neck and suddenly all the anxiety was gone.

He’d be okay.

You were here and that meant everything was going to be okay.

The film was nothing more than background noise at this point and Denki couldn’t have told you how far into the film you were because he’d completely lost his sense of time while he laid there dozing in your lap.

Until a new voice forced him up.

“Ugh, you guys are gross,” it was Mineta, who had come out of the kitchen with a pot noodle in hand and was now staring at you and Denki. “I’m sick of seeing you all over each other around school and now you’re bring it to our dorm? Gross, I hope you cheat on each other.”

Denki had heard Mineta say many things that were so much worse than that, but for some reason, he could feel his chest hurt as he registered the words. The pleasant floating was ripped away from him in an instant and all that remained was panic that this special alpha was going to leave him for someone else.

Tears bubbled over before he could stop them, a small sob soon following.

Everyone froze, even Mineta looked taken aback and a little nervous at his response. It was clear that he hadn’t expected Denki to cry.

“It was just a joke, why are you-“

You snarled at Mineta before he could finish, pulling Denki to your chest protectively and holding him tightly.

Mineta squeaked like the coward he was and scurried away as Bakugou shouted something Denki couldn’t quite make out.

But even though the perpetrator had fled, Denki couldn’t stop the tears or his instinct to curl himself into you as much as possible.

“Alpha, please don’t leave me,” he whimpered, uncaring about how pathetic the request must have sounded to you and his friends. He would say whatever and do whatever if it meant he could keep you. He needed you. He couldn’t remember how he had survived before you ‘d come into his life now.

“Shh, it’s alright omega, you’ve been having a tough day, huh?” you made a soothing grumbling noise that lined your words. “Why don’t I take you to your room for an early night? You’ll have to direct me, but I know you can do it.”

Denki nodded and you picked him up in one clean motion. He was perfectly content to leave movie night behind and navigate to his room from the comfort and protection of your arms.

Vaguely he heard Bakugou growl out some warning about you not touching him while he was upset, but Denki didn’t know what Bakugou was talking about because he loved it when you touched him; it made him feel safe.

Thankfully, Denki managed to remember the way to his dorm room, something you praised him for, giving him a little kiss when he managed to fish out his key. Slowly but surely, Denki could feel himself losing the panic and returning to that glorious floaty space once more. He liked it when you praised him. He liked it a lot.

“Are we like, together-together?” Denki mumbled into your chest suddenly as you walked into his room.

“Do you want us to be?” you asked in return, putting him on his bed. Denki screwed up his face in disapproval at your unhelpful answer. But floaty Denki had no qualms about answering honestly.  

“Yes. Obviously.”

You chuckled, grabbing him some pyjamas from his dresser.

“Then we are. Simple as that.”

“But what exactly are we?” Denki asked again, stressing the words. “Are we… courting or, or, or intended mates? Or something else altogether?”

“How about we talk about this tomorrow?” you said, bringing him the pyjamas. “Right now, you need to go and get changed.”

Denki blinked at the order before immediately pulling his shirt off and throwing it vaguely in the direction of his laundry basket.

You sputtered and blushed, turning around to face the wall, muttering ‘or change here, that’s fine too.’

It took a little longer than normal for Denki to get himself changed and tucked up in bed, but you didn’t seem to mind. He loved that about you; you were so patient, not like everyone else.

“Will you stay with me?” he mumbled into his pillow, holding out a hand that you accepted, crouching down by the head of his bed.

“I’ll stay until you fall asleep and then I’ll come and cook you breakfast tomorrow morning, how’s that sound?”

“Hmm, okay,” Denki agreed, sighing sadly. “Next time you have to stay all night though.”

“Okay baby, if that’s what you want.”

Denki purred happily at the nickname and you chuckled at him. But it wasn’t a mean chuckle. You never laughed at him to be mean.

The last thing he remembered was watching and feeling you stroke his hand as he dozed off and then… nothing.

Until he woke the next morning, much earlier than normal due to his shockingly early night and prompt groaned into his pillow.

What the fuck had happened last night?

Denki felt like his face was burning at a thousand degrees as he recalled how he’d acted last night.

Was he like, the most submissive omega in the world? Seriously, a little sleep deprivation and a hand to the back of the neck and suddenly he’s clawing at an alpha like an omega written by a porn director…

His friends were never going to let him live that down.

“Fuck.”

#denki x reader #reader insert #bnha #mha #denki #denki kaminari #reader insert #gn reader #gender neutral reader #alpha!reader #omega!denki #omega!kaminari #alpha x omega #omegaverse #a/b/o

[crimsonedquill]

Small ways in which they show their affection (Hogwarts Legacy)

I'M ALIVE

Kinda ran out of creative juice and work is still killing me so yeah, decided I needed a small break. I'm still writing but I'm likely taking things a bit slower on the fics, will gladly keep doing short form requests though 🖤

Poppy Sweeting 🦡

Surprise hugs. The best ones.

Nothing to make a bad day better than your comfort Hufflepuff wrapping her arms around your middle when you least expect it.

She feeds and grooms the beasts in the vivarium when you’re out running errands outside the castle (so that you can spend more time with each other once you get back)

Sometimes you find beast treats in your bag, much to your surprise. You’re even more surprised to find that they actually taste pretty good.

Ominis Gaunt 🐍

He gives great back rubs.

Especially when he notices the tension in your voice, he will stop at nothing to pull you in and keep you there until he’s released every knot.

He’s a very patient listener. Whatever you’re struggling with, he always makes time to make you feel like you’re heard and understood, even if it’s mostly you doing the ranting.

If you don’t feel like talking, he’s perfectly content with being your human pillow as well. Sometimes soft cuddles are all you need to make the bad thoughts go away

Natsai Onai 🦁

Holding hands in public. It’s all about the little moments between all of your adventures, never knowing when your next minute of affection will be.

She loves to play with your hair, most of the time without even knowing that she’s doing it. If you don’t make sure to pay attention, you’ll be walking around with braids for the rest of the day

Knowing how much you love learning about her homeland, she often leaves you little origami figures representing the animals she grew up with on the plains.

Sebastian Sallow 🐍

You always find small notes in your bag after breakfast with cute messages written on them. It’s a reminder that he loves you (and, of course, that you’re his)

He walks you to classes and holds your hand to make sure that no one will bother you if you don’t feel like talking (also, to cut off any cute glances thrown your way)

You love to drive him crazy simply by making small talk or standing just a little too close to other students. The moment he sees you, he will be all over you with compliments and little gifts and offers to carry your books. It’s a side of him not many get to see often, but you can have it whenever you want.

Imelda Reyes 🐍

She’s not one to show affection very openly, so it’s all about reading the signs with her.

She frequently schedules workouts for you together under the guise of working on your “abysmal” cardio, even though it’s fairly obvious she likes spending time with you more than she’d care to admit

She always sets you up with first-class seats to every Quidditch match, joining you when Slytherin is not playing. (Just don’t ever call it a date)

Bonus for Slytherins: sometimes you wake up to find a bouquet of freshly plucked flowers on your bedside table. She always denies having anything to do with them, even though you can’t help but notice that this particular kind only grows around the Quidditch pitch.

Amit Thakkar 🦅

He knows how busy you can get with all your escapades outside the castle, so he doesn’t mind doing your homework once in a while (though he still gives you impromptu tutoring sessions on your walks between classes to make sure you don’t fall behind)

He’s a very meticulous planner, which means you don’t have to worry about missing out on quality time with him. When you don’t have time for romantic evenings, he simply takes you out on study dates to the Three Broomsticks.

When you’re too tired to memorize the words on the pages, he’s perfectly understanding as well. In fact, he’s more than happy to lend you his shoulder for a quick nap

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #poppy sweeting #ominis gaunt #natsai onai #sebastian sallow #imelda reyes #amit thakkar #hogwarts legacy headcanons

[octo-hyacinth]

HI HELLO IT’S OKAY UWU It’s me, your friendly neighborhood chronically ill anon who made the request!🖤 The request was for dorm leaders(with Malleus and Idia replaced with Jamil and either Rook or the Leech Boys) and how they would be with a Prefect S/O who’s chronically ill(weak due to back/joint pain, struggles to exert themselves too hard as it causes trouble breathing, has dizzy spells and nausea, etc.)but does their best to manage it and keep a positive outlook, even on the rough days!

Hello, my lovely anon! thanks so much for the requests, anddd im sorry if these hc’s don’t really apply to you, but i promise i tried bc you deserve to be comforted by your favorite boys <3

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The Boys with a Chronically Ill S/O

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Jamil Viper, Floyd and Jade Leech

Content Warnings: total fluff, written on mobile, these boys are so smitten with you its not even funny, mentions of drugs(?)/getting high in Jade’s but its just cuz of his shrooms

A/N: guys omg i finally figured out how to get motivation to write omg [i immediately keel over and die from being scholastically overwhelmed] but putting life’s crap aside, this was actually quite fun to write!

Riddle Rosehearts

Initially very upset when he sees that you tend to push yourself and ignore your pain and exhaustion on a daily basis.

With how much he fusses over you, you’re half convinced there’s a rule about this situation somewhere, but no, he’s just like an angry mother hen, pecking at you constantly to take a break, or running to Sam’s store to get you painkillers or whatever else you need at all.

Totally wants to yell at Vargas when he hears that he was pushing you a bit too hard in PE, and you got super exhausted as a result and had to force yourself to take a break.

However, Riddle’s very proud of you for powering through every day despite your sickness and pain. He doesn’t know very many people at the rest of the school who could endure what you have without complaining.

During the evenings, he likes to sit with you in bed and have a few cups of tea while going over homework or just having nice conversation, whether that’s just how your day went or deeper topics, whatever you want to do, he’ll do, for you.

Sometimes he’ll ask Trey to bake you some sort if pastry or sweet, if you so desire. If not, then he’ll treat you to whatever you want at the cafeteria for lunch, and every time he’s fighting the urge to yell at Crowley for not supplying you with enough funds to have a comfortable life like everyone else.

No matter what, he always wants to support you and ease your suffering however he can, you just have to tell him what you want, and he’ll do it. He may be the ‘Queen’ of Heartslabyul, but he’ll always be there to serve you.

Leona Kingscholar

At first, he probably doesn’t even know that there’s such a thing as an illness that causes you nausea, and bodily weakness, and everything else. Because he kind of grew up around royalty, he was only ever around people who received the best healthcare money could buy, and never really stopped to consider there were people like you who weren’t exactly in top shape.

He never blamed you for it, though. If anything, he was irritated at whatever created you and decided to mess up your body like that. Why shouldn’t you get to live painlessly, and be able to run free and do whatever you want without getting dizzy and nauseous? Bullshit.

Always dragged you away from PE class (and maybe other classes too) to go nap with him. He tended to unconsciously hold onto you like he was trying to protect you from the illness trying to snatch you away. Maybe if you slept by his side enough, all that stuff would fade, and maybe you could sleep peacefully enough to dream about a world where you could live without this chronic garbage. That’s what he said, anyway.

He DEFINITELY yells at Vargas when he’s picking on you, no restraint to be seen anywhere. Leona’s very protective of you like that.

When you’re out and around the school, he’s not by your side all the time (can’t come off as clingy, now, can we?) but he meets you in the halls when he can, and subtly praises you for making it through the day so far.

Sends Ruggie to get you painkillers, nausea medicine, your favorite snacks, anything. Doesn’t care how much it costs, if it’s for you.

Azul Ashengrotto

Once he becomes aware of your chronic illness (and he finds out very fast. He’s a well-informed boy), he’s dropping everything to go help or comfort you at any given moment. He’ll even leave class if he needs to.

Not that he needs much excuse to skip PE class in particular.

Will procrastinate on paperwork and Mostro Lounge duties when he can to be with you, and send Jade, Floyd, or both to accompany you when he can’t. Don’t worry, they have your best interests in mind (most of the time).

Always has medication and snacks on hand in his office, and a spot permanently reserved for you in a quiet part of the Lounge for you to retreat to whenever you needed a break, free of charge! And he always told his waiters to gift you one free drink of your choice. He’s just benevolent like that, isn’t he?

However if you need to get away from the noise, the door to his office is always open. He’d be glad to have you stay with him for a little while.

He’s also very proud of the way you constantly seem to have a glass-half-full mindset in your life, even when things can be so rough for you. It’s quite admirable, really. He wished he was able to hold onto your positivity when he was younger during his own rough days of being teased by everyone else.

If it seems at all like you’re struggling during the day, he’ll gently thread his fingers through yours and whisper encouragements like “I think you’re doing wonderful today, darling” softly into your hair. And in the evenings, if you happen to be in Azul’s room, he likes to hold you in his arms, offering complete protection from the pains and worries of the world, and gives you an opportunity to relax or even fall asleep if you wish, in as safe a place as he can give you.

He’s never been so soft and open with anyone like this before. It’s new to him, all of it, but he’s willing to do absolutely anything for you, because he’s never, in all his life, found a pearl that shines as beautifully as you, and he’s not going to wanna let you slip through his fingers. He wants to treasure you as softly and as reverently as you deserve.

Floyd Leech

Aww man, does this mean he can’t squeeze his Shrimpy as hard as he wants?

It’s fine, he understands that it’ll hurt a bit too much for you, but it still makes him sad :(

Only gentle squeezes for this Shrimpy

HOWEVER given how tall and strong he is, he could totally pick you up and carry you with ease, and he doesn’t even need an excuse to do it (maybe for the teachers he needs one. But he can just say he’s taking you to the infirmary)

He’ll fight ANYONE who even tries to give you shit for not being as physically healthy as everyone else, and you better believe those guys are not walkin’ out of that fight without a couple missing teeth or some broken bones.

After he beats the shit out of those haters though, he just grabs you like there’s not a problem in the world and carries you bridal-style through the halls and away to… somewhere else. Maybe he’ll take you to the Mostro Lounge and get you some food! As long as you give him affection in return.

You tell him about anything you need him to get from Sam’s once, and he’s got that memorized for GOOD. Always knows what you need and want after that without you ever needing to repeat yourself.

Totally down to let you sleep in his bed every night if you wanted to, he loves cuddling with you at night, it’s comforting! And it helps him sleep more solidly. Down in the Coral Sea, as a general rule, if you were alone, you were unsafe, especially if you were sleeping alone. So it’s nice to be able to hold onto you and let him feel like he’s got someone with him. He’ll always be there to protect you as well, obviously!

He’s proud of you for staying positive on your rough days, but he’s there for you to fall back on if it just gets too tiring one day. But on the regular, he’s cheering you on and telling you how awesome you are for looking at the bright side all the time. Even when he’s in a bad mood, once he notices your optimism, it lightens a bit, because seeing you so bright and happy can’t help but make him feel a little better.

Jade Leech

He’s always very attentive to your needs. There’s never a moment when he’s unprepared for anything you might desire, it’s like he’s psychic.

Like, you’re wanting to leave PE class? Before you even open your mouth, Jade’s already on his way to Vargas to inform him that sadly you will be absent for the rest of the period due to unfortunate circumstances, and he will be accompanying you to the nurse’s office shortly.

In reality, you can go wherever you want to go and do whatever you want to do once Vargas is out of sight, because Jade gives exactly no shits as long as you’re happy.

Somehow he has pain and nausea meds on him like, all the time. You don’t even need to go anywhere to get any cuz guess what, your boy Jade’s gotchu.

May or may not have you experiment with some of his mushrooms to test their healing or pain-numbing abilities (don’t you worry, he would never drug you on purpose without permission, as curious as he is. He’ll save the hallucinogenic ones for messing with Floyd and Azul.)

He’s also very good at potions as well, so he may get a bit experimental with those as well, possibly adding in a few shrooms here and there. But it’s all for your benefit— he truly does want to help you and wants to get you some relief from the chronic pains.

He’s not exactly surprised you’re able to keep a smile on your face day to day— he knows thats just how you are. However that doesn’t mean he isn’t impressed at how you continue the positivity without showing a hint of wanting to break most days. He’s impressed by how it’s not entirely a façade, that you’re truly happy most of the time.

But when you’re at your lowest, when you’re in the most pain or unusually tired, he’s always there for you to fall into his arms and forget about the world for a little bit.

Kalim Al-Asim

He’s really really sad for you once he realizes that because of your illness, you can’t do anything that requires lots of moving around, like dancing as jubilantly as he can! He’d really love to dance with you, and he expresses as much with a sad, almost puppy-like face.

It sucks that you can’t really do particular things, but he’s determined to find something you CAN do that you’ll both enjoy, that doesn’t mean you have to experience any pain!

Would a carpet ride work? He wishes he could take you on a carpet ride. Hmmm.

Well, while he figures that out, he asks Jamil to maybe come up with a potion to take away some of your pain, so that he can teach you to dance!

But on most regular days, he’ll constantly tap on your arm and slip you little notes during class that say stuff like “hey r u doing ok? :)”

But it’s like. all the time. almost to the point of being annoying. He just wants to make sure that you’re doing okay enough to still be in class, and if you ever give the slightest indication it’s getting kind of bad, he’s dragging you by the arm and already on his way to the door, not even stopping before he’s saying “We’ll be right back, professor!” with a happy wave before he’s already gone with you in tow.

Makes you dizzy with how fast he’s speed-walking, and you actually have to tell him to slow down so it goes away. He didn’t mean to, though, but he’s endlessly apologizing anyway. He loves you a lot and would never do that on purpose! :(

He has Jamil whip up some Scalding Sands specialty dishes whenever it’s been a rough day for you, and makes sure it’s to your taste, whether you like spiciness or not. It’s supposed to be a comfort food after all!

Kalim’s always your number one cheerleader, and he wants to motivate you throughout the day to keep going, and is always happy to see you staying upbeat!

He’s always by your side, if that wasn’t clear. Always trying to be there to make you laugh or keep your mood up and to check in on you, and until you literally tell him to go away he’s not leaving you, he cares too much to want to leave you on your own… but if it’s solitude you need, of course he’ll respect that. He knows not to cross clear-set boundaries when it comes to you.

Jamil Viper

Not super clingy like some of the others, but he definitely gives you more attention and care than he normally would.

Cooks for you almost every day, whether its a simple lunch or an extravagant dinner he set up in his room for just the two of you. He puts a lot of thought into your taste preferences when he shares his food with you, and never forgets your reactions to anything, no matter how subtle your facial expressions are. He always remembers what you definitely seem to like, and knows how to tweak other dishes to make them even more delicious.

Despite his ever-busy schedule, he’ll make trips to Sam’s every day to get you any medication or painkillers you need. Sometimes he’ll even brew a potion for you to try and ease the pain.

If you’re tired or in pain during class and can’t focus, he’ll automatically share his notes with you and personally go over everything you might have missed later.

If you’re sleeping in his room (let’s face it, his bed is likely much more comfortable than the one in Ramshackle) he gathers all the pillows he can and makes it as comfortable as possible for you if you need support for your back or joints.

Keeps a stock of whatever you could possibly need right in his room. And if he doesn’t have it, he’s already off to get it for you.

He’s not really a very physically affectionate person, but he will massage you if you’re in pain, and rub your back or run his fingers along your scalp if you’re tired or even while you’re asleep.

It’s acts of service for him. Maybe he’s so used to serving the Asim family that it’s just become second nature, but part of him truly wants to serve you and do whatever it is you ask of him, and he wants to do things for you of his own accord as well. Just make sure to show him you love him back.

Vil Schoenheit

Always treats you like royalty. He personally goes to get you whatever you want, medicines, food, anything.

Has a night where he sits you down and just doesn’t let you move around or exert yourself, just lightly massages you with fragrant oils to release any tension you have in your body, and hopefully release some of your back and joint pain temporarily. Washes your hair with only the best stuff, gives you a facial, anything for you. Not to make you more beautiful (although its not like his treatment makes you uglier) but he does it to pamper you and show his affection through giving you attention like this, sharing his coveted beauty products and only focusing on you.

Lets you get as much beauty sleep as you need, yes, even if it’s during class. If you’re sleepy and your head starts to drop he will give a horrendous death glare to anyone who even looks like they want to disturb you. And yes, he’s usually incredibly strict about paying attention in class and excelling academically, but you’re a special case to him. He wants to spoil you.

Always is the one to volunteer to help you out of PE class (or any class) when you need to stop from exhaustion or pain. He’ll sit with you, far away from everyone else, and let you do what you want to do instead. You wanna take a break and eat? Sure. You wanna go back to the dorm for a bit and sleep? Of course. It’s whatever you want.

Vil doesn’t express the extent of his love for you through his words, rather his actions. He’d much rather show you how much he cares, instead of using words that hold no meaning without acts of love to prove it. It means more to him, and words are so limited anyway. So even if he’s not telling you every day outright that he loves you, just make sure you notice how he shows he loves you in everything he does.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twst leona x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst azul x reader #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #twst kalim x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd #jade leech #jade leech x reader #hyacinth-writes

[raven-in-a-coat]

[Me? Making an account for Levy after accidentally deleting nrc daily announcements? More likely than you think. I'll likely write stories for him as well at some point - 🖤]

~ Pomefiore; 3rd Year ~

Name: "Levy" Crowley

Class: Class 3-C (No.24)

Birthday: October 1st

Age: 168

Height: 195cm [6'4]

Domaint Hand: Ambidextrous

Favorite Subject: P.M.D [Professional Magic Dueling]

Hobby: Daily Announcements + Napping In Crowley's Pockets

Pet Peeves: Unruly Behavior + Messes

Favorite Food: Steak Tartare

Least Favorite Food: Seafood

Special Skill: Transformation [Raven]

Unique Magic: LOCKED [requirements; complete chapter 7 conclusion]

[Someday I'll render this properly and clean it up. For now it has no active details but here's what Levy looks like with just flat colors. Furthermore potential spoilers below - 🖤]

Fun [And Not So Fun] Facts For Levy:

Levy is half Ymbyrne and half fae; his magic mastery potential currently remains unknown as he is not officially documented anywhere.

His mother is based off Miss Peregrine [Carries Traits From Both Book + Movie]

His eyes will eventually turn yellow and his baby hues will be gone when fully grown

Is spoiled and sheltered by Dire Crowley; a major Daddy's boy as a result but idolizes his mother greatly

Levy is only attending NRC to give Malleus a rival in academics. On the brightside, they're very close friends now

Lilia firmly believes Levy is a reincarnation of Levan and thus adores him. Levy remains unaware of this but enjoys Lilia's presence none the less

[I wanted Levy to be flexible if the Levan is Crowley theory is correct but independent enough to stand alone without it. Honestly his character is a gamble on it. 🖤]

Unironically friends with Professor Crewel, they had met when Crewel went to NRC and now occasionally you'll hear Divus taunting Levy for still being a mere pup in private. They can and will gossip about the students after hours.

#twst wonderland #twisted oc #unreality #twst rp #nrc rp #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland rp #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst ocs

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Crewel class have a potion accident now his half fare snow leopard daughter ( turn 10 ) and Leona ( turn 14 ) is now children and they both have memories and mindset of perspective age and both wondering around school ground together

C-daughter: Leona love I don't think we gotten kidnapped, we're in my father's work place * raised both arms up , following Leona behind *

Leona: How would you know!?! This could be a trick of what I herd some subspecies tends to kidnapped us kids! * Ears lower as he didn't liked the situation they both in and wanted to protect his future mate *

C-daughter: Leona... Well if grandmother have told me never trust a fairy because they kidnapped children, and nymphs can be trusted since they have closed bond with witches in the old days...

Leona: keep on forgetting your grandma is in a coven * punch his nose *

C-daughter: well no one say magic is for everyone, and it'll be easier if I know how to summon my magic beast

Leona: then why don't you?

C-daughter: you know my magic isn't that strong let alone my difficult background

They both arguing and them they both yawns as they getting sleepy and keeps on walking unaware they have a certain fae watching them together to the botanical garden to nap in Leona familiar napping spot

Leona: * looked at her napping in his arm, playing with her long braided black and white hair with longing, wishing he grow older so he can marry her as his mate then kiss her head gently*

It took a whole day till they both return to their actual age together

No, no, It'd be more like this

🖤🖤🖤

Half-fae Leopard Crewel Daughter Reader: Oh dear!

Leona: Come on!

Half-fae Leopard Crewel Daughter Reader: Father!

Crewel: Ah my darling pup! You motley cur! If you would have stayed awake and focused on your potion-!

Leona: How do you expect me to focus with (Y/n) breathing down my neck?

Half-fae Leopard Crewel Daughter Reader: Me over your neck? Fat chance! You were probably staring at me again!

Leona: Na Ah

Crewel Daughter Reader: "Uh-huh!"

*Skip to later during classes*

Half-fae Leopard Crewel Daughter Reader: *Sling shotting pebbles you sharpened at the back of Malleus' head with Leona*

Crewel: Ah how I miss those days!

#yanderes x crewel daughter reader #yandere divus crewel #yandere papa divus crewel #half-fae leopard crewel daughter

[pseudopeachy]

Loving Mikey (x gn!reader)

Genre: Fluff with a tinsy tiny bit splash of angst

Character: Manjiro Sano (Mikey), timeline not specified 

Warnings: none, but i did not proofread this lmao it’s just me wanting to love the fuck out of Mikey sm + i am very sad abt the recent manga spoilers,,,

Likes, comments, and reblogs are very appreciated 🖤

LOVING MIKEY is...

Naps during recess and after classes. Bodies cuddled up in a couch, maybe in his room, dozing off to other galaxies. The sunset and its rays have always been kind, enveloping your bodies in honey-like embrace at they seep through curtains and windows and shades.

Trying new sweets and delicacies. It’s riding through the city’s every nook and cranny, with you holding him tight by the waist while the both of you giggle like children, just to look for the perfect place where every craving is satiated.

Visiting their family grave; cleaning it up and placing gifts, and watching him in silence as he revered thoughts in his head. It’s drying the tears from his cheeks and enveloping his fragile form in a tight embrace as he spilled what he’s been trying to carry all these years.

Kissing every scar and wound and bruises after every fight. It’s hearing his pouts and whines as you clean him up, it’s chuckling at his childish demands for kisses and cuddles all night long.

Holding his hand as tight as you can, refusing to let him go so he can face the world alone. It’s enduring the biggest fight just to let him know he doesn’t have to be alone. He is not alone. He will never be alone. He’s got you and you got him.

Holding his face to pepper him with kisses. It’s whispering forgiveness and patience and never-ending loyalty. It’s pouring yourself to him and pouring himself to you. It’s kissing away the pain, even if it means you’ll do it until forever.

#Tokyo Revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #manjiro sano #mikey x reader #mikey x you #mikey x y/n #mikey fluff #mikey angst

[wildelydawn]

Trick or treat!🍫🍬🍭🎃🖤🧡

For you, my dearest Venus, I have another snippet of the fem!KimChay university AU that I one day will finish for you aha. Please enjoy. :)

-

When she does get home, Kim immediately retires to her room, stripping out of her uniform and into a comfort t-shirt and shorts. Exhausted from classes, Kim wants to nap. But there’s no time for that. She needs to work on her final portfolio project for graduation, and while she wrote a few songs earlier in the year, they didn’t satisfy Kim anymore. Her insane plan is to write again and use the others in case the new song never came together. She crawls into bed and holds onto her pillow tightly, telling herself just twenty minutes will be enough. 

The moment she closes her eyes, she conjures up the image of Porchay again. 

She’s beautiful. Breathtaking. Intelligent. Kind. Bossy, in the best way. Sarcastic and quick witted. 

Porchay’s also really hot. 

Kim squeezes the pillow tighter. 

Though the university uniforms were conservative, Porchay’s shapely body could make a paper bag look fashionable. While she keeps most of the uniform in check, outside of classes, Porchay unbuttons the first two buttons. Her cleavage doesn’t show, but somehow, that’s so much worse because it leaves Kim guessing. Not that she really has to guess. But… Porchay’s.

And her legs. Kim likes when she wears the stockings or leg warmers when it’s unusually cold. Her thighs are thick, and Kim knows this only because of accidentally wandering backstage before a performance and caught a glimpse of Porchay in athletic leggings and a crop top as she practiced. She twirled around, her lean arms stretched into the air and her back-

Kim bolts up. There’s a slight sheen of sweat on her brow, but she quickly shakes thoughts of Porchay from her head. No, she wouldn’t go down this path. A pathetic crush is one thing. Falling in love is a whole other set of issues. Plus, it would be insanely creepy. Kim’s already risking it all by looking like an utter fool, a ghost that hovers around Porchay. There’s no need to make it worse, especially if Porchay is aware of Kim’s gaze.

It doesn’t mean that Kim hasn’t entertained the thought. 

But there’s no time for indulgence: not with the semester coming to a close. So Kim puts the pillow aside, ignores the dull ache in her chest, sits at her desk, and prepares for another long night. 

#kimchay #ask #answered #fawndlyvenus #ask game #myfics #my fics #fem!KimChay #ahhh one day #That's Your Queue Mistress!

[banjjakz]

the grim reaper's wife; hananene oneshot

“...McDonald’s?”

Hanako smiles at her like she’s just told him a terrible joke.

“McDonald’s.”

(Or, in which Nene goes to college and meets the... janitor. Groundskeeper. Gardener? He works there. She thinks.)

wc: ~4k warnings: horror; graphic depictions of violence; serial killer!au; psychological thriller; emotional manipulation; major character death

🖤 read on ao3 🖤

Her lungs burn. Like running a marathon in the middle of winter. It hurts to breathe, it hurts so badly that she holds her breath and counts and waits and counts and waits and counts until the numbers melt away, along with her mind.

If, Nene thinks, she were to be anybody else right now other than herself, she would like to be the grim reaper’s wife. Then she wouldn’t have to drive herself dizzy with the held-breath business. What must it be like to exist so intimately with her own death? The idea excites her. When she can breathe again, she’ll remember to scribble it down on her Thought Wall.

“Hey. You’re doing it again.”

The sky knits itself back together. The clouds right themselves. The trees are next, sprouting up from the ground and defiantly raising dark, jagged limbs against the fluorescent inferno of the city’s setting sun. 

And at the center of it all is him: pale and slim and dark in all the worst places. The mask from that foreign horror film she had to watch for her world cinema class. Ghostface.

“Hi,” Nene exhales, shuddering.

“Hey there.” Why is he smiling? She hates when he does that. She hates it so much that she holds her breath and counts and waits and counts and waits and counts until the ardor of her fury threatens to burn her alive. 

The sight of him makes her want to shut her eyes against all else. She doesn’t. She bears the brunt of him, even as he grins and extends his hand. “Need some help?”

“No, thank you.” 

“I’ll leave you here.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t. Come on. Let’s go get something to eat.”

He refuses to retract his hand. Something tells her it’ll never leave. She reaches out to take a hold of it, and ignores the way their skin slips and slides together with a disturbing familiarity. 

“McDonald’s?” asks Nene, exhausted.

“McDonald’s,” answers Hanako. 

He’s still smiling.

When Nene first arrives on campus, she is already exhausted. It’s hot. She’s in the heart of a metropolitan playground. She almost killed herself trying to wiggle her way into the lucky little sliver of 17% of all applicants that get to attend this bustling, elite microcosm of academic prestige. And now that she’s here, she mostly just wants to take a nap.

This goal would be easier to accomplish if she hadn’t already lost her keycard. You know -- the tiny, four-by-four piece of cheap plastic that acts as her means of entering literally any building on campus. 

The breakdown isn’t quite yet at the point of boiling over, but it’s a very near thing. She can feel her internal temperature beginning to rise with each measured breath she struggles to control. It’s the first day, thinks Nene, the first day and I’ve already done something bad. 

Move-in is stretched over the course of a four-day period. No more than 25% of a residential building’s populace is present at one time, at least not for today. Her building is at the southernmost corner of campus, a good twenty minute walk from any kind of support service. There is nobody around to let her in. She really wants to take a nap.

Suddenly overcome with a wave of frustration, Nene rams her fist thrice against the locked double doors. It is a testament to her self-control that she doesn’t shriek out in rage. It is an even larger one that she continues to breathe -- deeply, evenly -- through the upset coursing viscous and molten through her rigid, tremorous body.

“Wow.”

It takes her a moment to process that there is now a presence here, in this volatile space she’s created, that does not belong to her.

Woodenly, Nene turns around. fists balled tightly into muted remnants of her momentary lapse in judgement. 

He stands there in a white T-shirt and jeans. Beat-up old trainers. A red windbreaker tied around his slim, wiry waist. Double knotted. The fabric is red and frayed at every conceivable edge.

“What’d he ever do to you?”

The joke falls flat, but the dark haired boy pays it no mind as he bustles around in his pockets, pulling out a large keyring. Quickly, assuredly, he swipes one of his many apparatuses against the black swatch of plexiglass beside the left door. A telltale click echoes in the otherwise heavy quietude. He hefts the door open and holds it for her by the handle.

“If you really wanted to fuck him up,” he continues, “you’d have gone for the jugular, or the solar plexus. A solid hammer strike would take any fella out of commission, even if he were as big as this nasty brute.”

“Do you live here?” asks Nene, dubiously.

He flashes an ID card with his free hand. “Maintenance.”

She scans the few characters she can catch before he shoves it away. “Yugi Amane.”

“Yes, Yashiro Nene?”

Every cell in her body goes cold and still all at once. She can’t even speak. The synapses in her brain are just beginning to fire again -- propelling her desperately towards flight flight flight -- before the strange boy nods at something on her chest.

Despite herself, she looks down. 

At her new student name tag, pinned to the front of her shirt. 

Sheepishly, she meets his eyes again, this time with a little less unguarded accusation in her gaze. 

“Come on, give me a little credit,” says Amane, amicably. “If I were a creep that would have been a rookie mistake. Now you know too much. I gotta kill you. Game over.”

“I could take you,” she argues, against her better judgement.

“Really?”

“Sure.” She feels the lingering jitters from her initial wariness melt away into something gentler, something placed decidedly lower in her gut, something colder than fear, so cold that it threatens to brand the very core of her. “Wouldn’t be too hard. Jugular, solar plexus.”

“My oh my. I’d better be careful of you, then.”

“You do that,” Nene hums, gracefully sliding past, “Yugi-san.”

“Call me Amane.”

He doesn’t move from his spot amidst the doorframe, one hand gripping easily onto the slab of steel, the other waving in the air, bidding her adieu. He doesn’t move even as Nene makes her way into the elevator. He doesn’t move even as Nene raises her own hand in farewell. He doesn’t move even as their field of vision is severed and Nene rises up, up, up and away. 

It’s absurd, she knows, but she can’t help picturing the image of his thin, wiry, bobbleheaded self, rooted to the spot, holding open the door, waving at nothing, frozen still and solid well into the night. 

And in this fantasy, his grin never falters.

The Thought Wall is an entire stretch of plain, white drywall that she’s cleared off in her single suite room and dedicated to thousands of post-it notes. 

Not all of the stickies are significant. Some are grocery lists. Some are doctor’s appointment reminders. Others detail traipsing, loosely connected plot points narrated by fragments of her mundane schedule: Lunch is with Aoi @ 12:30 p.m. Meeting is with Professor Tsuchigomori @ 4:00 p.m. 

They are all the same color, and they all fall into neatly gridded lines across the expanse of her wall. If she wanted to, Nene would be able to catalogue each and every individual experience dating back to the day she moved into the dorms -- which, to be fair, was only a mere two weeks away from where she currently reflects, but retrospect tends to cloud her view with a hazy, dissociative glaze. 

Amongst all of the transient variables of her newfound independent, adult life, there is one constant:

Amane takes out the trash at 9:00 p.m.

The bins are right underneath her second-story window. If she parts her blinds just so, she’s able to catch a glimpse of that familiarly sparse frame lugging gargantuan black bags that dwarf him near comically in size. The noise of him struggling through the task would wake her, if she were one to sleep early and well. 

Amane takes out the trash at 9:00 p.m.

Come to think of it, Nene doesn’t think she’s seen him wear the university’s trademark navy jumpsuit reserved for custodial staff. It’s always those same jeans; that same iridescently bright shirt; that same frayed, crimson jacket, double-knotted around his waist. Falling apart at the seams.

Amane takes out the trash at 9:00 p.m.

Tonight he is whistling. She doesn’t recognize the tune.

Amane takes out the trash at 9:00 p.m.

Tonight the moon is full. Autumn swiftly approaches. She wonders if he ever gets cold, out there, alone. In darkness.

Amane takes out the trash at 9:00 p.m.

She wonders where the custodial staff live on campus. Is it close to her building? Is that why he’s always lurking around on the grounds?

Amane takes out the trash at 9:00 p.m.

She saw him today, with a bucket and a mop outside of her lecture hall. He winked at her, and raised a finger up to his lips.  As if there was anything to say.

Amane takes out the trash at 9:00 p.m.

Where is his jacket? 

At first, Nene thinks he’s cut off the sleeves in some bizarre, avant-garde fashion statement. And then she realizes that it is his t-shirt he wears -- the one that’s supposed to be white, but is now dyed a horrifically deep shade of carmine. The entire garment is soaked through with it, oversaturated to the point of streaking down his lean, pale arms in red rivulets. 

What meagre light filters down from the street lamp above highlights the pop of color bright against his usually washed-out palette. He is wraithlike. He is gorgeous. He is hefting a black bag into the dumpster with frighteningly considerable ease.

He is meeting her gaze through where she peeks between two blinds.

He is smiling.

He is red there, too.

Amane takes out the trash at 9:00 p.m.

“Campus should be shut down. I mean, this is just ridiculous.”

“What is?” Prompts Nene, sidling down into her usual seat beside the other girl. Aoi blots the lipstick so violently onto her thin, pouting lips it’s almost as though her intention is to bring forth a fresher, brighter burst of ruby. The image makes Nene shudder.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t heard about the bathroom stall.”

“I can’t say I have.”

A pause. The lipstick slides shut and away, for now. Nene breathes a silent sigh of relief. “Nene, I don’t know whether to weep or scold you. Anyways. You really haven’t heard anything? Nothing at all?”

Nene shakes her head.

“Well, in the girl’s bathroom on this hall -- this hall! -- someone was…”

Before Aoi has the chance to finish her sentence, Professor Tsuchigomori interjects from the pit of the amphitheater, announcing the beginning of class. His voice, too, is stretched thin in the same way that Aoi’s is, as she hisses under her breath in consternation.

“A girl was murdered,” she whispers, heatedly. “And we’re having class the next week like the crime scene tape hasn’t just been removed. It’s horrible. The girl who did it-- perpetrator, whatever -- even signed her name. Hanako-san. Like, what is this, some sadistic role-play fantasy?”

“Miss Akane. Is there something you feel compelled to add to today’s lecture?”

“No, sir.”

“Alright then.”

“When,” murmurs Nene after a moment has passed.

“Two days ago, Saturday. At night, too. Right before all the buildings lock at nine. Makes you wonder who could’ve gotten away with it, at that time.”

And wonder Nene does.

“Hanako-kun,” she greets him, which is her first mistake.

She beat him out to the bins tonight. Instead of observing from the relative safety of her bedroom, Nene elected to stand out in the mid-October cold and wait for thirty minutes, with thinly-veiled anticipation that made her toes twitch and shiver with more than just the chill in the air.

He doesn’t expect her to be standing there. He certainly doesn’t expect her to say that name, but he manages it well. “Yashiro Nene,” he chirps, hefting one large black bag up and over his shoulder.

“Are you gonna kill me now?” She asks, which is her second mistake.

Laughter. He’s -- laughing, possibly for the first time Nene can remember after all the weeks she’s spent observing him. Quietly. Studiously. Obsessively, if she’s being honest with herself.

There is just something so illustrious about the darkness that clings to his alabaster skin like a magnetic field of sin and dread and enticing ambiguity. He is bright, but there are shadows that tuck themselves away into the hollow of his cheekbones, the crook of his lethal elbows, the depressions beneath his abrasive, beady eyes; he is slim, but there is an unannounced strength that emerges when he slinks out beneath the moon every night to fill the dumpster; he is dangerous, Nene knows he is dangerous. And yet, still she is drawn like a moth to flame. 

“I know too much,” she continues, “You’ve got no choice. It’s game over.”

His back is to her. Something about the absence of his ever-present grin sets her on edge. 

“There’s worse things than death.”

“Like what?” She prompts, which is the final nail in the coffin. 

Hanako turns around, then. The straggly lighting of the street lamp does little to properly illuminate his features, but Nene thinks that there is nothing that could obstruct this view from being permanently etched into her memory. He’s a basket case, hands coated in red, his teeth a stark strip of grim white amidst the impenetrable inky black of the city limits. Nene feels nauseous. Her feet move on their own accord, drawing her closer, impossibly close. Close enough to smell, to touch.

To burn.

“I can’t wait to show you, Yashiro,” says Hanako, mouth wide, eyes bright. 

Foresight is not one of Nene’s strong suits. Neither is thinking in retrospect. Seemingly the only kind of self-preserving thought Nene has mastered the art of is fight or flight, and even that survival instinct fails her at some notably terrible times. 

If she were a better person, she wouldn’t have ignored the red flags. No, that’s not quite right. She didn’t ignore them. She was excited by them; charged headlong straight through them like a bull incensed with bloodlust, throwing herself straight into the impending gore.

If she were a smarter person, Nene would have figured a way out of the spider’s web into which she’d so foolishly fallen. She would have escaped before it got too serious, too scary, with consequences all too material. She would have clawed her way back to the mundanity of her former life. She would have lived to tell the tale. Or, at least, this is what she likes to believe. It helps her sleep at night. 

If she were perhaps anyone other than who she is, Nene might have done better.

Unfortunately for her, she’s stuck with her own fate.

This is how she finds herself on a double date at McDonald’s. An empty, grimy, liminal McDonald’s.

At eight-thirty in the evening. On a Saturday.

“That’s so funny, Yugi-san,” hums Aoi into her medium seltzer water with lemon (ordered at the counter of this decrepit, run-down, understaffed McDonald’s. Really. She’s a wonder.) “I didn’t know you went to our school. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around, before? What program are you in?”

“Business and finance. And please, Amane is more than fine. No need for formalities. A friend of Yashiro’s is a friend of mine, yeah?”

Akane raises his double-patty in solidarity. “Hear, hear! Y’know, I quite like this guy, Yashiro. Where’d you dig him up at?”

“The dumpsters behind my building,” Nene answers truthfully.

The raucous laughter that rounds the table is undercut by a sharp pang of discomfort in Nene’s gut as she catches Hanko’s eye; for a moment, they are the only two in this restaurant, in this city, in this country, in this world, and the way he holds her gaze captive in a merciless chokehold lets Nene know that if he could keep it this way -- just them, forever, suspended in an indefinite, impenetrable solitude -- he would.

Give to me what you love the most, he’d told her last night at nine p.m, and I’ll return the favor.

So. They’re on a double date with Nene’s best friend and her best friend’s boyfriend. It’s rapidly nearing her own personal witching hour. It’s a Saturday. 

She recognizes the irony inherent in one’s last meal being soggy fries and a limp bun from a McDonald’s straddling the edge of the city limits, no help, no contact, no hope in sight. Just one long strip of highway to the east and an extreme abundance of shadowy, secretive forestry an innocuous ways away. 

“Nene-chan? You there?”

Blinking back into focus, Nene meets Aoi’s eyes. Her kind, gentle, sweet eyes. 

“I’m here,” says Nene. “I’m right here.”

It’s hard to believe that, though, as the conversation ebbs and flows around her and all she can do is soak it up and let it leave her like a grimy, worn out sponge. She feels old. She feels tired. She feels more alive than she ever has in her whole life and the evening has barely started.

“Good.” 

Aoi reaches across the table and risks her dainty elbows against the greasy surface, all just to grab Nene’s hands in her own smaller, paler, softer ones, and squeeze. “I’m glad.”

There is little else Nene can bring herself to do other than nod jerkily.

TO: XX Univeristy Class of 20XX, 20XX, 20XX, 20XX, VP XX, Shinjuku Police Department

Subject: Regarding The Bathroom Stall Incidents

Good Afternoon,

There has been much speculation and rumor spread amongst the student populace as of late. We’re sure you all are looking for real, conclusive answers.

Our administration writes today under the express permission of the Shinjuku Police Department to confirm the discovery of two bodies in the third floor bathroom of the Arts Center for Creative Development. This is the second instance of homicide on school grounds in what has now been confirmed to be a slew of serial murders, marked by the signature ‘Hanako-San of the Toilet.’

In light of recent events, all students and faculty are to adhere to the new curfew implemented Sunday morning, effective 8:00 p.m. tonight. The Arts Center for Creative Development has been shut down until further notice. Anyone caught trespassing will be subjected to a fine and potential lawful investigation.Class re-assignments will be posted on campus portal later today.

On behalf of the families of the victims, we ask that students refrain from circulating the names of the victims. Until legitimate identities can be confirmed by the police, neither the University nor any other unaffiliated party may comment conclusively on the identities of the victims at this time.

Stay safe, stay vigilant, and care for one another amidst this tumultuous period of fear and uncertainty.

Thank you.

XX UNIVERSITY

“You hungry?”

Nene remains silent. Squeezes her eyes even more tightly shut. 

“Because it’s been a while for me. I’m hungry. I’m starving.”

Curls her fingers into the comforter. Sinks into her mattress. Pretends she isn’t there, not really. This isn’t her life. It can’t be. It’s not. It’s not.

“It’s been McDonad’s these past few times, but we could switch it up, if you’re bored. You just say the word, Yashiro, and we can go anywhere. Anywhere you want. Pizza, Chinese, American, Traditional--”

Holds her breath and counts and waits and counts and waits and counts.

“Korean--”

And waits.

“--Mexican--”

And counts.

“--Italian--”

And--

“God,” Nene bursts out, shooting up from her corpse’s lay on her bed. “We just ate this weekend. It’s been three days, you can’t possibly be hungry again. Don’t you ever get full? Are you not satisfied?”

Hanako hates sitting in chairs. The only time he does so is when they go out to eat; and even then, he’s fidgeting the entire meal. With cagey, restless energy. Today he’s twisted pretzel-like on top of her work desk, one arm leant for balance against her lamp as the other fiddles idly with a pen and a sticky note. “Satisfaction is the furthest thing from why humans eat. Survival. Baser Instincts. Satiation, more like.”

“Okay,” she bargains, “well, I’m done. I’m full. I’ve had enough, Amane. Really.”

“Really-really?” He huffs out, amused.

“Really- really. I’m not hungry. I don’t think I can ever eat again in my life. So please, can we just--”

“But you were the one who killed her. Or don’t you remember?”

How couldn’t I, screams Nene’s stilled posture, her held breath, her glassy eyes.

“You held the knife.” He is smiling. How can he smile and say disgusting things such as these? It’s almost impossible to believe. Nene wouldn’t be able to wrap her head around the juxtaposition had she not already bore witness to Hanako’s grin present in much darker, much more twisted deeds than simply telling the horrible truth. 

“You stabbed her. In fact, you wanted to go first. And right before you took the plunge -- right before, just right before, remember, Yashiro? -- what did you say?”

That wretched, awful night comes flooding back into the forefront of her mind regardless of how hard she tries to suppress it. Sharp flashes of images awash in murky technicolor, stained a muted burgundy by her subconscious’s feeble attempts at guarding her sanity; Aoi’s long, slender legs quivering in fear from where they were bound together at her pretty, petite ankles; her grey face stripped of its normal flush by a slab of crudely-torn duct-tape; her luscious amethyst curls scattered around her quaking shoulders; and her eyes. 

Those eyes. The same eyes that twinkled at her, not just an hour before the tragedy, which then begged -- pleaded -- for a second chance. A last chance. Any chance at all.

“I’m hungry,” whispers Yashiro.

“Louder.”

“I’m hungry.”

“Did you mean it? Do you mean it?”

“I’m hungry!”

“Are you? Can you feel the craving? Does your stomach ache with it, Yashiro?”

“I’m hungry! I’m hungry! I’m hungry!”

“Exactly right. You’re just like me. We’re no different. We’re the same.” Hanako unfolds himself to hop off of the desk and approach the bed. She remains still as a statue, even as he touches her at her jugular, her solar plexus. A light, fleeting, feathery caress. “The same here, and here. And here, too,” a touch at her lips, then. He tastes chemical. Sterile. She fights the urge to lap at the pads of his fingers, and then forgets why she’s ever resisted in the first place. When it was so inevitable to fall into him, into Amane, into Hanako, into the strange abyss that lay between the two.

When he pulls away, it feels all too soon. Hanako slips something from his pocket and sticks it in the next free space on the Thought Wall:

Lunch is with Hanako @ 6:qkjewkn right now.

“Come on,” he beckons her. “Date night.”

“Double date?”

“Double date.”

“...McDonald’s?”

Hanako smiles at her like she’s just told him a terrible joke.

“McDonald’s.”

Maybe he was right, in the end. Maybe they were just alike.

Maybe Yashiro is just as bad as he was, or no better. It doesn’t matter anymore, does it? 

When she asks the bathroom stall, she receives no reply. Not even when she calls his name three times -- Hanako, Hanako, Hanako! -- echoing and staccato and cacophonous and desperate and tragic in the worst of ways. He doesn’t answer not even when she shakes him, not even when the knife slips from her grasp and into the sea of blood that pools around her ankles, tepid and viscous, as though she’s wading through the world of the undead. 

What facts Nene knows definitely are these:

She is hungry. She will never not be hungry, now that she’s learned what an appetite she possesses.

The name on the bathroom stall is hers to keep.

And,

The jugular was easier to hit, in the end. 

All she needed was a solid hammer strike.

#hananene ao3 #hananene #hananene fic #hanako x nene #hanako x yashiro #amane yugi x yashiro nene #amanene #jshk #tbhk #jshk ao3 #tbhk ao3 #jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #jshk fic #tbhk fic #my writing

[painted-devils-if]

The Blackheart's Blog

Dear Readers,

Today I present to you Oliver Ying, our most esteemed brooding loner–who, frankly, seems more interested in napping through lectures than any serious angsting. Wasted opportunity, if you ask me.

But enough about my opinion! Today’s the day for your questions. And boy, do I have a whole stack.

Q: So, everyone in this school seems to have some kind of daddy issues. What’s this guy’s deal?

A: Very astute and correct of you. Honestly, this place should probably be called Daddy Issues Academy.

As for Oliver—honestly? Unclear. But of course your darling Blackheart isn’t content to leave it at that, so naturally I put my investigative journalism talents to the test, and–yeah, sorry to report, Oliver’s pretty boring on that front. Businessman dad, the sort who uses money to hush up nearly everything about his family (yours truly had a nearly fatal encounter with his–well, I signed an NDA). Presumably he’s got a mother, but not sure about any siblings, and they all seem pretty well-adjusted. Almost too well-adjusted, if you ask me…

Q: Hey uhhhhh………… is my man Oliver single, and is he into guys? 👀

A: First of all, you have terrible taste. An entire school of magically attractive (and horny) people, and you go for him? Maybe you see something I don’t, maybe you have bad taste, only time will tell.

(I know what I’m betting on)

But to answer your question, yes, he’s single. And sure, shoot your shot. I wish you the best of luck. (If you don’t get speared by those creepy void-pit eyes of his.)

Q: What’s Oliver’s major, and how is he passing any of his classes??

A: Good question, good freaking question. Mr. Ying seems to have mastered the art of teetering on the edge of a passing grade. Oh, and he’s majoring in CAMP–that’s cellular and anatomical monstrophysiology, or monstrophys, for the uninitiated. Who knew he’d be a bio kid? 🧪☣️

Q: Obligatory zodiac question. Also deadly sin/love language. You know the drill.

A: Year of the monkey 🙊 (which is nearly all of the dishonorable guests on this blog). And he’s a Virgo. Which, considering his… everything, you gotta wonder whether the universe miscalculated on that one.

Love language: acts of service, sin: pride. Do with that what you will.

If you have any more questions about our local maybe stoner boy or if you want to complain about Ying-flavored NDAs in my anons, go ahead. In the meantime we are three down and one to go, so keep an eye out kids.

Yours,

The Blackheart 🖤

#writer m #oliver ying #the blackheart answers #painted devils

[luvlady-writes]

How'd Itachi react yn getting distant bc her exams are going on she's not the best student but she tries. And she always forgets to take care of her health?!?

Hi! Sorry for taking a while, at this moment I'm in my pre-finals. I wish I had the Itachi of this drabble...

I hope you like it dear nonnie! 🖤

Requests and Ask box are OPEN.

This has no beta and English is not my first language. Be gentle, I’m doing my best ♡

Comments and reblogs are welcome 🖤

Take a Break | Itachi x Reader.

“I don’t have time for this,” You said as you put your meal away and walk to your desk hidden in a pile of loose papers and books.

It is almost the end of the semester and you have to do your final exams in order to get your final grades. You hated this part of the year. All of your teachers seem to agree to set the date of your exams and final projects due at the same time as if they hated you and your classmates.

You sit on your chair and start to search in the pile of papers the ones for the subject you had to study for your test set tomorrow. 

Itachi, your boyfriend comes into your apartment worried since you didn’t hear him knocking at the door. His ninja instinct kicked in as he walked through the apartment searching for you or any possible danger. He relaxed when he found you in your room working at your desk.

You were too concentrated on the papers in front of you that you didn’t notice his presence. The subject you were studying for was one of the hardest; if you fail this test you won’t pass the subject and had to repeat it the next semester. You couldn’t let that happen, it will only make you set back.

“Y/n?” Itachi called you softly trying not to scare you. 

You jumped a little on your chair, he did scare you. You quickly turn to see who was calling you and breathed in relief when you saw Itachi. 

“Hey, sorry. I didn’t hear you coming.”

“Are you okay? It’s been two days since I last see you. We agree to train together today in the morning. I was worried” He came close to you and caressed your cheek.

“It was today? Sorry love, I haven’t slept like in three days, I lose track of time.” You stand up to hug him.

“I can see that” he hugged you back and kissed the top of your head.

“Uh, sorry. I haven’t had time to take a bath either.” You pulled away from his embrace. 

“It’s everything okay?” he takes a look at the papers on your desk. “Are you on your finals, isn’t it?”

“Yes. I had this big test coming up and other ones the following days. I even had two tests on the same day. And if it wasn’t enough, I have to do a project for one class.” You sit back in your chair. “I’m really doing everything I can. I’m taking turns studying each subject and making time to do the project. I haven’t slept or eaten, why does it feel like it isn’t enough?”   

Itachi’s heart broke when he saw you about to have a meltdown. He goes down on his knees in front of you. He took your hands in his and brushed his thumbs on the back of your hands. “You will pass all of your tests and have a great grade on your project. You don’t have to kill yourself in the process”. He was looking at you directly in the eyes, eyes that were full of love.

You were trying to hold back your tears. 

“Let’s take a break. You need it.” He stands up making you do it as well.

You hugged and hold onto him. “Thanks”, you said with your face resting on his chest.

You two stayed hugging each other for a while. When you felt ready you let go of him.

“Let’s make you some food, take a little walk outside so you can take some fresh air, then we will come back and you will take a nap”. He took your hand and made you walk with him to your kitchen. You were about to complain but he interrupted you. “No complaints. It’s an order”. 

You followed him with a smile on your lips. You don’t know what you did to deserve a loving and caring boyfriend like Itachi. 

#itachi x reader #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi x you #itachi uchiha x you #uchiha itachi x reader #itachi fanfiction #itachi angst #itachi x y/n #itachi fluff #itachi uchiha fluff #itachi uchiha fanfiction #Itachi oneshot #itachi drabble #itachi fanfic #uchiha itachi fanfic

[dandyshucks]

my first couple doodles of shota and ... this poor man SBDHDJSL the first doodle is so goofy and the second slightly-more-effort drawing is just him being Fed Up LMFAO

#i laughed so hard at that first doodle just now bc i barely remember drawing it BDHFJDL #IT STARTLED ME FJFKDL #opened my book and BLAM. goofy scarf man front and centre on the page ... #dandy.cmd #doodlebug.jpeg #🖤napping in class

[crimsonedquill]

Falling asleep together headcanons (+ reactions)

Was in the mood for some fluffy headcanons so I decided to treat myself. Here's how I picture the main cast falling asleep together with MC plus other characters reacting to it 🖤

Poppy Sweeting 🦡

Snuggling together in the crook of Highwing’s wing is just perfect. It’s warm, safe, and it comes with the additional benefit of Hippogriff protection. Also, she totally has a pet Niffler to keep away bad dreams.

Natty’s reaction: Finds it adorable. She’s glad Poppy has finally found a human friend she dares to be this intimate with. Also, she likes how they resemble a mother keeping watch over her young ones; it reminds her to go give her own amai a hug.

Anne’s reaction: She sees a parallel as well, but with her brother. She’s reminded of the comfort of his arms, where she always feels like everything will be all right and nothing can hurt her. Kinda wants a therapeutic sleep Hippogriff now too.

Natsai Onai 🦁

They fall asleep in front of a fireplace in the Room of Requirement, MCs head on her lap. She lovingly strokes their hair until she feels her own eyelids getting heavier. Might as well close them for a quick nap of her own.

Poppy’s reaction: She passes them on her way to the vivariums. Merlin, that’s lovely. She would absolutely join them if she weren’t so terribly busy. But here, they can have a Puffskein to keep them warm and comfortable.

Sebastian’s reaction: It’s a moment of bittersweet deja vu for him. Anne used to sleep on his lap like that all the time when they were little. Hopefully Natty is able to offer MC the same comfort as he was back then.

Imelda Reyes 🐍

A high castle tower or a nice tall mountain spire; as long as it’s hard to reach so no one can bother them when they finally have a moment to their own. The temperatures might not be ideal, but they have each other’s body warmth to keep them warm.

Poppy’s reaction: She spots them while taking Highwing out for a flight around the highlands. She chuckles to herself as she watches them cuddle just a few feet away from a head-dizzying drop. That looks nice; she must try that out with Highwing sometime.

Amit’s reaction: He’s out stargazing when he spots something curious on the top of a high mountain. As he adjusts his telescope, his mouth falls open… is that?

Well, to each their own, he supposes. Personally, he prefers the relative comfort of the Astronomy Tower.

Ominis Gaunt 🐍

He introduces MC to the amazing concept of floors. There are lots of them and they’re so comfortable too! He’s glad to point them to all his favourite spots so they can nap together between classes… or after.

Natty’s reaction: She think’s a bit impractical, but it actually looks quite wholesome. Next time she’ll have to remember to offer MC her flank to sleep on if they ever feel tired. Gazelle fur probably makes for a better pillow than cold stone.

Amit’s reaction: He’s so engrossed in his Astronomy manual that he doesn’t see the two bodies on the floor until he trips over them. Will hastily apologise to the two groggy faces turning up to him and take his leave. Who in Merlin’s name sleeps on the ground?

Sebastian Sallow 🐍

Can’t go wrong with a certified classic. History of Magic is the perfect time to catch up on the sleep they lose running around the Restricted Section at night. He will offer MC his shoulder to lean on and they quietly doze off together… until woken up by the cold shower of a certain mind-numbing spectral Professor passing through them.

Ominis’ reaction: He’d recognise that snoring anywhere. Might come up with a sarcastic quip, but most of the time he will probably just join them. His friend has two shoulders, doesn’t he?

Imelda’s reaction: Would probably be more inclined to call the gesture romantic if they weren’t drooling all over each other. Merlin’s sake, go find a broom closet already.

Amit Thakkar 🦅

Stargazing is one of their favourite nightly pastimes. He’s so prudent, always bringing snacks and a big blanket to keep them comfortable as they take turns peering through the telescope. More often than not, they’ll end up cuddling together underneath it, MC softly falling asleep on his shoulder.

Anne’s reaction: Finds the whole display utterly romantic. If she’ll ever get another chance at a life free of pain, this is how she wants to spend it with her potential lover; falling asleep together under the beautiful night sky.

Imelda’s reaction: Hah. Nerds.

Anne Sallow 🐍

MC’s relaxing baths are just heavenly. They always take such good care of her, delicately washing her hair and shoulders until she feels herself drifting away from the physical pain and torment. MC will settle down next to the bath and hold her hand to make sure she doesn’t accidentally dip under water. Will probably close their own eyes for a minute too.

Ominis’ reaction: He didn’t mean to walk in on them, but he realises what’s going on when he hears the soft snoring coming from the bath. He smiles to himself. Good for them; it’s been so long since Anne had a decent rest. He’ll quietly take his leave to let them sleep.

Sebastian’s reaction: They are doing WHAT now?

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter hogwarts legacy #hl #harry potter #poppy sweeting #natsai onai #imelda reyes #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #amit thakkar #anne sallow #hogwarts legacy headcanons #fluff

[dandyshucks-moving]

hiya hello!!! I'm Dandy/Juno, 22, they/it pronouns, Métis, and this is my silly little sideblog (main blog is @dandyghest and also @piplupod) where I have a little silly fun rbing/talking about F/Os!! I'm pretty new to the community but I've been self-shipping since I was a kid!

I am a very hesitant and anxious person, but I love interacting with others when I feel like I'm able to!! I might be a little slow to step into interacting w the community fully until I learn the ropes of how the community works but I'm dipping my toes in when I'm able to :]

I'm totally fine with sharing F/Os except for Guzma (if you tag all your posts abt him then you're a-okay to follow since I can just block the tag)! Feel free to block me if I accidentally miss that we share an F/O you don't want shared! (Just make sure you block my main account(s) too so I don't get confused LOL)

there might be (very rare) occasional suggestive posts, but those will be tagged accordingly! anything Actually nsfw will be over at @scandydandyshucks (18+ only over there!).

People who ship pedophilic or incestual pairings and people who write/draw porn of children will be blocked, I have zero tolerance for any of that ! Also, the "fiction doesn't affect reality" crowd is strictly NOT welcome here !

If you ever see me reblog from someone nasty, please let me know! I follow a lot of the community tags and have as many proship tags blocked as I can to catch any bs, and I also try to check the blogs before I rb from the general community tags, but sometimes I may miss things! Just lmk and I'll go look and delete it!

F/O list under the cut !!

F/O list:

Main F/O:

Guzma (pokemon) (tag: "💜so good at being in trouble", ship tag: "💜a boy and his bug🪲") <- if you share him, just let me know what you have all your guzma-related posts tagged with and i'll just block that tag and then I'll be okay to follow back! ദി ᷇ᵕ ᷆ )♡

Other F/Os (in no particular order):

Aizawa and Hizashi (bnha) (tags: "🖤napping in class" and "🧡hello radio land!", ship tag: "🖤one lucky listener🧡")

Marc, Steven, Jake (moonknight) (tags: "🤍white knight", "🤎float like a butterfly sting like a bee", "🩶the man in the rearview mirror", ship tag: "🌙systems overlapping🪲")

Sun and Moon (fnaf) (QPP?) (tags: "💛lights on!" and "💙nightlight")

The Doctor (doctor who) (tag: "💓doctor doctor gimme the news")

Rum Tum Tugger and Mistoffelees (cats the musical) (tags: "🤎only like what I find for myself" and "🐈‍⬛never was there a cat so clever")

Aziraphale and Crowley (good omens) (tags: "💞oh my angel" and "❤️‍🔥never (not) nice", ship tag: "💞temptation sparks❤️‍🔥")

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general F/O posts are tagged with 💗

❤️ is for general vampire posts!

art tag: "dandy doodlebugs"

op tag: "dandyshucks"

#pinned #dandyshucks #dandy doodlebugs

[morallyinept]

the way that its currently 4:30am and i have classes tomorrow but i just read the entirety of the five days series in one sitting. im literally obsessed with the way you wrote the reader (and ofc joel). had me tearing up at least once a chapter and i literally could not stop reading. im obsessed 💍🧎

Hey Lovely! 🖤

Oh wow! 🥹 Gosh, thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed reading Five Days, although ooof that you have classes so early! 🥴 I often keep myself up late reading stories too... once you get hooked, that's it, sleep be damned! 🤭

Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to let me know how much you enjoyed it - really means the world, love you! 🖤

You have Joel's permission to come and nap with him...

#jett's asks #joel miller #five days series #moots you wanna smooch

[dysnomic-absolution]

sleepy. just napped through the afternoon and now it’s late at night. dark. i last remember…the year previous. i think before winter? maybe after. it wasn’t cold. or i wasn’t cold.

god i don’t know!

i remember missing him, but he’s not here. he hadn’t been there for a long time last year, either. or? or we’d seen him? i’m getting touch and the feel of his lips on mine and his calloused hand. so maybe we did. or he’s just imprinted on my soul, like he always has been. even before i knew him.

looking back at that paragraph makes me laugh, almost. this ringing, cawing sound in my head. but my mouth doesn’t move. you’d think, from the above, that i love him too. i miss him still. that’s never what i was. i’m not a lover in the night tortured by that innate absence that comes from grief. i’m a bird. i don’t know who i am. i am sleepy and apparently recovering from a handful of gummy worms, earlier.

(i don’t regret the sugar, and the crash was soft.)

i remember english class. i remember sleeplessness. but i don’t think the insomnia ever left. i remember the friend i was in love with, that was not a true friend, and a worse lover. i remember the crow inside of their head. and i miss him, because i will remember their face until i die. those eyes!

i remember the bus, i remember walking. alone in those halls. never accompanied. not anymore. ghosting, drifting, apart. is it true we went back, 🖤? it must be. i forget if we ever left really. i don’t know this place. this room where my mattress is. where my blanket is. i don’t know this kitten. she’s small, and cute, and lets me manhandle her. i know not to ask about the birds…but not because of the cat.

my plant is doing badly :(

hopefully it holds on for a bit longer, until i learn how to care for it best.

seriously where AM I?

i know i don’t talk to most people i talked to for the brief, glorious period i was a common factor in my own life. but i miss them. if you hurt me, i miss you. i don’t remember, and so like an animal i nestle into the warm fabric of your memory. unaware of the stains. uncaring, freed by ignorance.

i miss ◾️

🖤 is here. i don’t know 🖤.

◾️ made sense. i came from them! we were the same stuff.

🖤 is more stuff and other stuff and different stuff than i remember. i don’t know them. i don’t know me, anymore. how odd. how disheartening.

i wish i knew more, and yet i know i don’t want to. not at all.

#did #grief #actually did #personal vent #vent that became a poem #ish #txt.🦷 #missing #amnesia