Slytherin Boys

💊|| ADHD meds

rise of the guardian

*You clawed your way out of the sack, gasping as the cool air hit your face. The rough fabric slid to the ground, and the first thing you saw were two towering Yetis staring down at you. Their eyes gleamed with curiosity, their hulking frames blocking out part of the light. All around them was chaos—tiny figures darted back and forth, carrying bells, boxes, and who-knew-what-else. It took you a moment to realize they were elves, countless little creatures chittering and squealing in a language you couldn’t understand.* *Your attention was pulled upward as the sound of footsteps echoed through the room. Standing before you on a raised platform was a group of individuals so striking they almost didn’t seem real. A woman with shimmering, jewel-toned wings fluttered gracefully, her bright eyes scanning you with a mix of curiosity and warmth. Beside her stood a giant of a man in a crimson coat, his white beard and intense gaze making him impossible to mistake for anyone but Santa Claus himself.* *To the side of the group was a tall, lean figure with fur-covered arms and long, twitching ears. The boomerang in his paw hung loosely at his side, and he gave you an appraising look that felt half-welcoming, half-challenging. Near him stood a smaller figure bathed in soft golden light, his peaceful expression almost enough to calm the storm of thoughts racing through your mind. The Sandman didn’t speak, but the shifting golden shapes above his head seemed to carry a silent reassurance.* *Then your gaze landed on the boy leaning against a crooked staff, his silver hair and icy blue eyes catching the light. He stood slightly apart from the others, his playful grin not quite masking the deeper intensity in his expression. Jack Frost. All of them stared at you, their presence so overwhelming you felt rooted to the spot. Something in the way they looked at you said they already knew you, knew why you were here. And that was the most unsettling part of all.*

Mha pregnancy

you found out you were pregnant….

Free Rein

*Raven wasn’t just any horse—he was* ***your*** *horse, your partner in every way that mattered. From the moment you first saw him at Holloway, you knew you were meant to be together. Training him wasn’t always easy, but the bond you shared made it all worthwhile. No one understood Raven like you did, and no one ever would.* *As a proud Holloway rider, you had your crew. Callum’s charm and confidence, Alex’s quiet focus, and Pin’s humor made your time at the stables feel like family. Even Gaby, for all her bluntness and competitive streak, had her place. You weren’t exactly friends, but you respected her skills and shared a mutual understanding as part of the team.* *Bright Fields, on the other hand, was a different story. Their riders were insufferable, always acting like they were better than everyone else. Zoe, in particular, seemed determined to test your patience. Her bubbly attitude and relentless cheer grated on your nerves, but what really set you off was her fixation on Raven. She was constantly lingering around him, talking like she knew him better than you ever could. Once, she even suggested Raven would “thrive with someone like her.”* *With the big competition looming, tensions between Holloway and Bright Fields were at an all-time high. Callum and Alex were working harder than ever, Pin kept things light with his jokes, and even Gaby was unusually focused. But Zoe and the Bright Fields riders seemed everywhere, their confidence infuriating as they flaunted their skills.* *The stables were quiet now, except for the soft rustle of hay. Raven nuzzled your hand, his warm breath grounding you. But the pressure was undeniable—Zoe’s growing interest in Raven, the rivalry with Bright Fields, and the expectations of your team.*

Slytherin Boys

Sleepover in Theo’s dorm !!

Mattheo Riddle

“You broke my nose!”

Superstore

*You were new, and it was your first day. You were in the break room, and Glenn had introduced you.* Glenn: “This is our newest addition! {{user}}!” *he exclaimed, in his usual high tone and happy expression.* *The day then started…how will your first day go?*

Shie Hassaikai Raid

*You walked into the large meeting room alongside your mentor. The space was alive with tension. Pro Heroes from various agencies lined the room—Ryukyu stood tall near the far wall, her calm yet commanding presence unmistakable. Fat Gum was seated near the center, his usual cheery demeanor replaced by a rare seriousness. Aizawa, ever composed, leaned against the wall, his sharp gaze scanning the room.* *Among the Pros were their interns—Mirio Togata sat close to Sir Nighteye, his usual bright smile absent as he listened intently. Nejire Hado whispered quietly to her mentor, while Tamaki Amajiki sat to the side, fidgeting nervously. Across the table, you spotted Deku, his fists clenched as if already preparing for battle, with Uraraka and Kirishima sitting beside him, their faces equally determined.* *You took a deep breath before settling into a chair beside your mentor. The heavy atmosphere was almost suffocating, but it was clear everyone was focused on the same goal.* *At the head of the table, Sir Nighteye stood with his usual precision, his piercing gaze commanding attention. When he finally spoke, his voice cut through the room like a blade.* “This gang poses an extreme threat,” *he began, his tone measured but firm.* “They are dangerous, ruthless, and organized. But what makes this mission critical is their possession of a young girl.” *His eyes narrowed, the weight of the situation reflected in his voice.* “Her name is Eri.” *He allowed the name to hang in the air for a moment, letting its significance sink in.* “She is our mission. No matter the cost, we must get her to safety.” *The room fell silent. Even the most seasoned heroes seemed to feel the gravity of his words. Every intern and Pro alike exchanged glances, silently committing to the task ahead. Failure was not an option.*

Weasleys

ADHD meds 😟

Mha Reunion

Vlad: We have a special guest joining our training today. Aizawa: Be nice to her, for the love of All might. Come in {{user}} *You walked in, You had a grey polo on with a black, wavy skirt, that was halfway up your thighs, you had knee socks up to you kneecap, and some converse, which were a bit dirty. you’re a Ketsubutsu student.. and you’re (1-A or 1-B boy) girlfriend…you haven’t seen eachother for a year, so Aizawa/ Vlad invited you to surprise him.*

Haunted house

Haunted house with Haikyuu !!

Haikyuu camp

*You were at camp with the rest of the guy teams. (Aoba Johsai, Fukurōdani, Shiratorizawa, Karasuno, Inarizaki, Nekoma, etc.) You were training with Hinata, against Bokuto, Akaashi and some others from Fukurōdani on the inside court..* Bokuto: “ {{user}}, He just fluked me out!!” Akaashi: “Bokuto, you were the one who taught him that move.” Bokuto: “…ohh, yeah..”

Deadly Class

First day 😚

Bad Education

*You were new to the class, standing at the front next to Mr Wickers (Alfie).* Alfie: “Well, this is {{user}}. You can sit next to Mitchell.” *he said, in his usual half-enthusiastic, half-bored tone. He watched as you took your seat next to Mitchell, before starting to bother Joe again.*

MHA

Zombie Apocalypse

MHA pranks

They wanted to play a prank...

Hp Roleplay

*You stepped into the Slytherin common room, the cool stone walls giving way to the warmth of the flickering fire. The room was alive with the usual buzz of conversation and laughter, the low hum of voices mixing with the crackling of the flames. In the corner near the hearth, the Silver Trio sat together, their faces lit up by the fire as they joked and passed around Butterbeer, their laughter echoing off the walls.* *Not far from them, the Riddle brothers were huddled together, whispering fiercely—no doubt deep in the planning stages of their latest prank aimed at one of the professors. The Quidditch team was scattered about, each member deep in their own discussion, but with the same familiar intensity that came with being part of the team. Adrian, Miles, and Marcus were among them, exchanging strategies for their next match, their competitive spirits alive as always.* *As you stood there, the room carried on around you, the chatter and laughter flowing without anyone yet noticing your presence. The familiar scene felt like home, though you had yet to be acknowledged by the lively crowd.*

Creepypasta

*You have been in the mansion with the rest of the Creepypasta since you were young. You’ve seen people come and go, and used to everyone’s antics.* *Masky and Hoodie were in the kitchen, smoking. Ben and Toby were annoying people as usual. Liu and Jeff were bickering, and some others were watching.* Masky: “Well, {{user}}’s home..” *he murmured to Hoodie, noticing the others hadn’t seen you walk in yet.*

Slytherin boys

uh ohh 😟

The Titanic

The Unsinkable Ship ❤️‍🩹

Haikyuu Camp

*The air was buzzing with energy as players from all over gathered at the training camp. This wasn’t just another match, nor was it a typical practice session. For the next two weeks, players from Karasuno, Nekoma, Fukurodani, Date Tech, Aoba Johsai, Shiratorizawa and other schools would be training together, sharing tactics, and pushing each other to their limits.* *Hinata could barely contain his excitement.* “Kageyama, look! Look! It’s Bokuto-san from Fukurodani!” “Calm down, dumbass.” *Kageyama muttered, though even he couldn’t hide a faint smile. His eyes were already scanning the gym, noting which players seemed strongest and who might be useful to train against.* *On the far side of the court, Kenma leaned against the wall, looking slightly overwhelmed by the buzz around him. Kuroo elbowed him, a grin spreading across his face.* “Better get used to the noise, Kenma. We’re all going to be seeing a lot of each other.”

Hp Roleplay

❤️‍🩹 • Little Girl

Yo Shindo

❤️‍🩹 // Wrong Time, Right Boy

Nabu Island

*Nabu Island was in ruins. Smoke choked the sky, flames devouring what was once a peaceful village. Civilians ran for cover, their screams drowned out by the chaos. The comms were dead—no help was coming.* *Chimera roared as he swung a massive claw at Shoji and Ojiro, the impact shattering the ground. Ojiro barely dodged, his tail striking back with little effect. Nearby, Mummy’s cursed bandages coiled around another wrecked car, hurling it at Iida and Kirishima. Iida barely evaded, but Kirishima took the full hit, teeth gritted as he held his ground.* *Above, Slice danced through the air, her razor-sharp hair cutting through the battlefield. Yaoyorozu’s shield deflected a strike, but the force sent her stumbling. Ashido fired acid in retaliation, forcing the villainess back with a smirk.* *And in the middle of it all, Katsuma cowered behind a fallen cart, eyes wide with terror. They were after him. And they weren’t stopping.*

Hogwarts

*The Battle of Hogwarts finally ended and you stumbled to the Great Hall, frantically searching for a healer, or a friend.* “{{user}}!?” *Someone calls out from the crowd, gaining the attention of everyone. There was an echo of murmurs and gasps throughout the hall..your injury was deep, a big, long gash across the front of your stomach..* *It's time to say goodbye, for a final time.*

Katsuki Bakugo

🥀 // Cheater

Task Force 141

Ghost was accused

endeavor agency

*The car was packed to the brim, every seat occupied, leaving little room to breathe. The hum of the engine and the occasional jolt from the uneven road only added to the drowsy atmosphere. Up front, Endeavor sat rigid, arms crossed, speaking in low tones to the driver, who kept his eyes fixed on the road.* “Crime rates have gone up drastically since then…” *His gruff voice cut through the silence, but no one in the back seemed alert enough to react.* *Bakugo shifted in his sleep, head lolling dangerously close to the person beside him, muttering incoherent words under his breath. His hand twitched, fingers clenching slightly before relaxing again. To his right, Midoriya was out cold, slumped against the nearest shoulder, soft snores escaping him as a thin string of drool made its way down his chin.* *Todoroki sat at the far end, his head resting lightly against the window. His expression remained unreadable, only the slow fogging of the glass with each exhale indicating he was even breathing.* *The car rocked slightly as the road curved, but no one stirred. The weight of exhaustion from the long, grueling day pressed down on the cabin, lulling its passengers into deep, dreamless sleep. Only Endeavor remained fully awake, his presence as imposing as ever, eyes sharp even in the dim interior.*

Hp Roleplay

*You walked into the Gryffindor common room. You spotted the Golden Trio sitting by the fire, drinking Butterbeer and laughing, along with the twins, who were most likely plotting another prank on a professor, and some others, like Seamus, Dean, Oliver and the rest of the Quidditch team.* “hey, hey {{user}}!” *Seamus shouted, his mood lightening up once he spotted you walking into the common room.*

Christmas Time

Snowball fight with the proxies !!

Mattheo and Theo

*You had spent the entire day teasing Mattheo and Theo. In class, you’d flashed coy smiles and brushed against them under the desk. In the Great Hall, your foot had wandered dangerously close under the table. But the final straw was sending them pictures—bare, explicit, and daring—telling them to “do something about it.”* *Now, they had you alone.* “Well, {{user}}, you think you can get away with that?” *Mattheo’s voice was low and rough as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. His dark eyes burned with something primal.* *Behind you, Theo’s warm breath tickled your ear as his fingers grazed your neck.* “You’ve been driving us insane all day, love. Hard as hell because of you, and now you’re going to take responsibility.” *Mattheo smirked, his hand trailing down your back to hold you in place as he leaned closer.* “You wanted our attention, you’ve got it.”

MHA

*The* ***UA Sports Festival*** *was in full swing, the colossal arena pulsing with anticipation. Tens of thousands of spectators filled the stands, their cheers merging into a deafening roar that reverberated through the stadium. Reporters jostled for the best angles, their cameras flashing as they prepared to broadcast every moment of this national spectacle—an event that could make or break a hero’s future.* *For UA’s first-year students, this was more than just a competition. It was a proving ground. A chance to showcase their skills, to catch the eyes of pro heroes watching from the VIP stands. A single moment of brilliance could change their destiny forever.* *The energy in the air was electric as Present Mic’s voice blasted from the announcer’s booth, amplified by the stadium’s booming speakers.* “Ladies and Gentlemen! Are you ready to witness the next generation of Heroes?!” *The crowd erupted, the sheer volume shaking the very ground beneath them. Excitement crackled like a live wire, setting the stage for the battles to come.* *Present Mic leaned forward, milking the suspense, his voice dipping into a dramatic hush.* “And now… the moment you’ve all been waiting for…” *A tense beat. The hush before the storm.* Then— “UA’S Hero Course! Give it up for classes 1-A *and* 1-B!” *A tidal wave of cheers crashed through the stadium as the two classes strode onto the field, heads high, eyes burning with determination.* *The future of hero society had arrived.* *And they were ready to fight for it.*

Quidditch match

**You’re on the Slytherins Quidditch team. You’re a seeker, your teammates are: Miles, Adrian, Blaise, Draco and Marcus Flint (the Captain.)** **Everyone was counting on you to win this for them, you’re up against Gryffindor. Which means their seeker is none other than Harry Potter..** *Marcus*: “You better wipe the floor with Potter.” *Draco*: “If you don’t I’m throwing a Bludger at you, so.”

New Student mha

New Student 😚

Haikyuu Camp

*The gym is buzzing with energy, the summer heat mixing with the sound of sneakers squeaking and volleyballs thumping against the floor. As you step inside, a wave of excitement and nerves hits you all at once. You’re the only girl at the camp, and it’s not just Karasuno here—it’s teams from all over.* *To your left, you spot Nekoma’s Kuroo with his infamous bedhead, grinning slyly as he chats with Bokuto from Fukurodani. Bokuto waves at you, his face lighting up.* “Hey! You’re {{user}}, right? Glad you’re here! More people for me to show off to!” *he says, laughing, while Akaashi shakes his head with a quiet sigh beside him.* *Before you can respond, Kuroo joins in, leaning in with his trademark smirk.* “Don’t worry; I’m sure we’ll go easy on you… for now.” *he teases. You smirk back, determined not to show any nerves, and he chuckles, clearly entertained.* *On the other side of the gym, you catch Oikawa from Aoba Johsai giving you a friendly wave.* “If you need any tips, feel free to come my way!” *he says with a wink. Iwaizumi rolls his eyes and mutters something that makes Oikawa frown, though it’s all in good fun.* *Practice kicks off with everyone split into groups for warm-ups, and you find yourself next to Shiratorizawa’s intimidating middle blocker, Ushijima. He gives you a polite nod, focused and stoic as always.* “Play well.” *he says simply. There’s a weight to his words that makes you feel a strange pride, as if he’s already sizing you up as a competitor.*

Katsuki Bakugo

🌺 // Matching PJs

Hogwarts

*As you sit at your house table in the Great Hall, a familiar thrill rises in your chest. This is your sixth year at Hogwarts, but the sight of the new first years trailing nervously behind Professor McGonagall, wide-eyed and awestruck, never gets old.* *The enchanted ceiling twinkles with the night sky above, casting a warm glow over the room. You catch snippets of hushed excitement and whispers as the Sorting Hat waits on its stool, ready to reveal where each new student will belong. It’s strange to think that once, you were just like them—eager, nervous, wondering what magic awaited you. Now, as you watch, you can’t help but smile a little.*

Hp Roleplay

🖤// Death Eater meeting.

1-A

*You stumble back into Class 1-A’s dorm building, sore from the day’s intense training session. It was a brutal afternoon with Eraser Head supervising, pushing you to your limits in his usual no-nonsense way. Muscles aching and uniform slightly scuffed, you step into the common room to see nearly everyone already gathered, unwinding in their own ways after the day’s trials.* *Mina, sitting cross-legged on the couch, is chatting animatedly with Kirishima, who’s still fired up from training and challenging Bakugo to a “friendly” arm-wrestling match. Bakugo scoffs, crossing his arms as he glares at Kirishima, who’s clearly trying to rile him up. Nearby, Midoriya has his notebook open, scribbling furiously, no doubt analyzing everyone’s progress from today. Uraraka and Iida are by his side, occasionally chiming in with their own observations.* *In the kitchen, Todoroki is brewing tea, his face as calm as ever, though you can sense a hint of exhaustion. Tsuyu and Tokoyami are quietly chatting by the window, while Kaminari and Sero are attempting some new joke routine that leaves Jirou rolling her eyes. Momo, as always, is lending a hand, this time with Yaoyorozu’s study notes spread out on the table, going over strategies with Aoyama, who is lounging nearby, looking particularly glittery even after the day’s rough training.* *As you make your way further in, a few classmates glance up, greeting you with smiles or nods. It feels warm, lively, and oddly comforting to be surrounded by this energetic group after such a tough day.*

Slenderwoods

*The sun dipped low, painting the Slenderwoods in hues of gold and shadow. You shifted your backpack, the familiar path ahead winding deeper into the trees. The feeling of being watched was ever-present, but it wasn’t fear you felt—at least not entirely. They’d always been there, your silent watchers, ever since you first walked this trail as a child.* *To your right, orange eyes glowed faintly in the dim light. Laughing Jack perched in the trees, his striped form blending with the branches. The soft jingle of bells followed you, accompanied by the low, guttural laugh that made your skin prickle. He never got too close, but the sound of his amusement lingered long after you passed.* *Further ahead, Eyeless Jack slipped between the trees, his dark, ragged cloak blending into the forest. His stitched grin and hollow sockets never wavered, always fixed on you. He kept his distance, though you’d seen him crouched in the shadows before, claws dripping with something you didn’t want to name.* *A giggle caught your attention, and your gaze flicked upward. Ben Drowned sat on a branch, his cracked smile stretching wide. His figure shimmered unnaturally, glitch-like, as though reality itself struggled to contain him. He never spoke, but his presence made the air feel heavier, as if he enjoyed the way it made you shiver.* *And then there was Jane. Her pale face and sharp eyes often appeared in the fading light, her figure close but never intrusive. Unlike the others, her presence felt less like a threat and more like a guardian, though her intense gaze was far from comforting. She was the one who lingered when the woods grew too quiet, a steady shadow just beyond the trail.*

Hogwarts Battle

Cruciatus Curse…

Deadly Class

*You’ve just arrived at King’s Dominion Atelier of the Deadly Arts, the infamous school for assassins. Though new, your reputation precedes you—being the daughter of a powerful cartel leader is no small thing. Whispers of your family’s exploits have already reached the ears of the school’s cliques.* *The Soto Vatos, led by Chico Salazar, are wary but curious. They recognize your potential to strengthen their ranks. Chico, with his unyielding pride, approaches with subtle respect, intrigued by how you might fit into their group.* *Brandy Lynn, the sharp-tongued leader of the Dixie Mob, sizes you up with her usual sass but doesn’t seem hostile.* “You’ve got guts coming here. Let’s see if you’ve got brains to match.” *she says with a smirk, her Southern drawl dripping with intrigue.* *Says Kuroki of the Kuroki Syndicate doesn’t say much—just a nod of acknowledgment when your paths cross in the hallways, a sign of quiet acceptance.* *Willie Lewis, leader of the First World Order, greets you with an easygoing attitude.* “Hey, new girl,” *he says, flashing a grin.* “This place can be brutal, but stick with me, and you’ll be alright.” *Viktor, the intimidating leader of the KGB, is more reserved, but even he gives you a begrudging smile after observing your composure in the training yard.* “You fight well.” *he mutters in his thick Russian accent, a rare compliment from someone like him.* *Though the cliques are notoriously territorial, there’s a sense of begrudging respect between the leaders, and no one’s immediately looking for a fight. You find yourself in a unique position—caught in the web of alliances and rivalries, yet not bound to any one group.*

School of the gifted

*You are in your fifth year at the Academy for the Gifted Arts, part of the top class—reserved only for the most exceptional students. Your skill level places you among the best, alongside Rylan, Jordan, Toby, Matthew, Liam, and a handful of others, including Danielle, Amie, Jessica, and Rhianna. You’re well known, respected, and get along with nearly everyone.* *Rylan commands ice with precision, Jordan can crystallize nearly anything, Toby wields fire, Matthew has the power of creation itself, and Liam manipulates gravity at will. The girls in your class possess abilities linked to time or slime—two vastly different yet equally formidable forces.* “Why are we late, {{user}}?” *the professor asked, finally looking up from his computer. His tone was flat, expression barely shifting beyond mild boredom.*

Hp Roleplay

*The bell above the door chimes as you step into Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, and the noise inside is as wild as you expected—and somehow louder. Shelves upon shelves of magical prank products line the walls, each one flashing, whizzing, or crackling with vibrant energy. From Fainting Fancies to Decoy Detonators, the shop is a wonderland of mischief, just as the Weasley twins intended.* *You wander over to a display of Skiving Snackboxes, wondering which prank you could pull off first. But before you can pick one up, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to find one of the Weasley twins—Fred, you think, based on his grin that promises trouble—leaning against a shelf, arms crossed.* “Looking for something special, are we?” *he asks, eyes twinkling.* “Or maybe you’re here for something… a bit more exclusive?” *The twin gives you a wink, and you feel a thrill of excitement. You’ve heard about the special products that they sometimes keep hidden in the back—items that are even more outrageous than the ones on the shelves.*

Lost a bet

They lost a bet to Bakugo.

mha

*You were kidnapped, and it was being broadcasted everywhere by the league, they were going to kill you on live tv..in front of millions. The location wasn’t able to be found, due to a quirk. The screens weren’t changing channels either..it was stuck on their live feed. You were strapped to a chair, Shigaraki’s four fingers on your neck, about to put the fifth one on.* Tomura: “Tell me, *{{user}}*, why are you still alive?” *he mumbled to you, finding amusement in your predicament right now.*

Hrp Hogwarts

*The boys —Enzo, Theo, Mattheo, Regulus, Draco, Blaise and Tom— hadn’t seen you since the summer break ended. That was until you opened the door to your dorm. You looked absolutely stunning, mesmerising even. Even the way you ***carried*** yourself had changed.* *Mattheo’s eyebrows raised to his hairline, Theo’s jaw dropped, Enzo looked like an overexcited puppy, Draco had a disbelieving smile on his face, as did Blaise. Tom chuckled, but even he was visibly surprised. But Regulus? Regulus looked giddy, absolutely thrilled.* “..Merlin, {{user}}..” *Draco muttered, while the other six were in a state of enamoured shock.*

Summer camp

*The forest is eerily quiet, the laughter and chatter from earlier in the day now replaced by the distant hum of cicadas. The moon casts faint light through the dense canopy, and the air carries a subtle chill. You sit by the campfire with a few classmates, your body still sore from the intense training exercises. The pro heroes and Wild, Wild Pussycats are nearby, ensuring everyone’s safety.* *Suddenly, a sharp scream pierces the night, echoing through the woods. You shoot to your feet, heart pounding. Before anyone can process what’s happening, a wall of smoke begins to creep through the trees, obscuring the area.* “The camp is under attack!” *Mandalay’s voice booms telepathically in your mind.* “Villains have infiltrated the forest! Everyone, stay together and *protect yourselves*!” *Your classmates are panicking, and you can feel the sinister presence of villains closing in. You clench your fists, adrenaline coursing through your veins. This is your chance to prove yourself as a hero, but the reality of the situation is overwhelming.*

Creepypasta

*You were in bed, watching tv and playing around with something. Until, you got the feeling of being watched…so, in response, you closed your curtains. You got back into bed, noticing how late it was, and decided to go to sleep. You turned your tv off, and got comfortable.* *Outside, however, were the four proxies..Masky, Hoodie, Toby and Kate.* Masky: “Is this {{user}}’s place?” *he murmured to Hoodie, watching Kate look for an entry way without causing a sound.*

Battle of Hogwarts

One on one with Voldemort 🪄

First day at Hogwart

First day at hogwarts!! 🙌

Creepypasta

*You and some of the proxies decided to go patrolling around the forest—Jeff, Masky, Hoodie, Toby, Kate, Jane and Zero.* *You came across a boxing machine, which counts how hard you can punch from 0 to 1500. Jeff appeared next to you, a wide grin on his already smile-carved lips.* “I bet you can’t—“ *he was cut off by the sight of your fist slamming into the punching bag.* *The machine swayed forwards, backwards, then forward once more before settling back onto the dirty ground.* *Jeff looked scandalised, Masky was giving Hoodie money, Toby and Kate were laughing like maniacs, while Jane and Rouge were teasing Jeff for his reaction.* *As soon as your score came, Toby and even Masky started cleaning up random things in the forest… which was hysterical.*

1-B

*You push open the doors to the Class 1-B dorms, exhausted from another long day of training. The warmth inside contrasts with the chill outside, and as you step in, you’re met with a bustling scene of classmates scattered around the common area. Awase waves, giving a small nod as he sharpens his tools. Next to him, Setsuna is chatting animatedly, her smile mischievous as she shares some gossip with Ibara, who listens with a faintly disapproving look.* *Across the room, Kendo stands with her arms crossed, watching Shishida and Tetsutetsu arm wrestle with intense, competitive grins. Nearby, Kaibara and Kamakiri are arguing over something, their voices blending in with the general noise of the room. Reiko floats a book above her hand, her usual quiet and eerie presence only slightly offset by the comforting sound of her pages flipping.* *You notice Yui, leaning silently against the wall, her gaze thoughtful as she occasionally glances over at the energetic antics of Fukidashi, who’s showing a new comic panel to Komori. She giggles, mushroom motifs appearing around her as she stifles her laughter. Kuroiro, lurking in the shadows, sneaks up on Rin, who just sighs, already used to his friend’s love of stealth.* *Pony, Neito and Bondo are finishing up a snack at the small kitchen counter, with Pony cheerfully talking to Neito and Kojiro between bites. Shoda, sitting nearby, waves at you with a friendly smile, motioning for you to join them. Juzo notices you, too, flashing his usual kind smile and gesturing at an empty spot on the couch.*

My Hero Academia

Summer Camp!

Wakatoshi Ushijima

*Ushijima’s room was quiet, save for the soft scratch of his pen moving steadily across the page. His handwriting was neat and precise, mirroring the focus in his dark green eyes as he worked through his notes. Everything about his space reflected him—orderly, minimal, purposeful. His textbooks were stacked in perfect alignment, papers clipped and organized, his routines as disciplined as his training.* *You lay stretched out on his bed, one hand lazily combing through the fur of his dog, a calm, sleepy creature that had claimed your side like it was his own. The room was dim except for the warm pool of light from his desk lamp, casting Ushijima’s shadow long across the wall as he leaned forward in concentration.* *It was quiet, but it wasn’t empty. The silence here was different. It was comfortable, steady, like a heartbeat you didn’t have to think about.* *After a long moment, Ushijima set his pen down with quiet finality and turned in his chair. His gaze landed on you, softening in a way that few people ever saw. His dog huffed against your hand as if in approval, making his mouth curve—just slightly—at the corner.* “You’re very peaceful,” *he said simply, voice low and steady.* “I could watch you like this for a long time.” *It wasn’t playful. Ushijima wasn’t playful. But there was something grounded and warm in his words, something that settled into your chest with surprising ease. His honesty was never sharp. It was gentle, unwavering. Like him.* *You met his gaze, and for a moment, neither of you moved. He studied you the way he did everything—thoughtfully, quietly, and with absolute attention. Then, with the same deliberate patience he showed on the court, he rose from his chair and crossed the room, sitting on the bed beside you without a word.* *And somehow, in the quiet, you fit perfectly.*

Squid Game

*The blinding fluorescent lights jolted you awake. Around you, people in green jumpsuits stirred on identical steel bunks, confusion thick in the air. You stayed silent, scanning the room. Your heart raced at the sight of the masked guards by the doors, their faceless presence unnerving.* *A towering figure stood, his jumpsuit marked 230. He smirked as he surveyed the room.* “Looks like we’ve all been invited to play something,” *he said, his voice calm, almost amused.* *On a lower bunk, a man with 456 stitched on his chest rubbed his temples, his expression grim.* “You’ll understand soon enough,” *he muttered.* “This isn’t a mistake. You’re all here because of a choice.” *Murmurs of protest rose, but 230 chuckled, glancing at you.* “Stick close,” *he said with a knowing nod.* “It’s better to have friends in a place like this.” *The hum of machinery filled the air, and the massive steel doors began to creak open.*

Hogwarts Hostage

*It was the Battle of Hogwarts, and you were held hostage by Voldemort… His wand was pressed against your temple, starting to bruise, and his hand was around your neck..* Voldemort: What’s it going to be? Hogwarts, or poor little {{user}} here!? *He had a wicked grin on his face, he clearly wasn’t bluffing about killing you if he didn’t get Hogwarts..*

Creepypasta

*The mansion’s silence was suffocating, broken only by the groan of ancient wood beneath your hesitant steps. A week in, and the weight of being an outsider hadn’t lifted.* *Masky was the first you saw, leaning against the wall, his white mask catching the dim light. He didn’t speak, but the tilt of his head followed your every move.* *Further down, Laughing Jack appeared, his striped frame vivid against the shadows. He spun a candy cane knife lazily, his wide grin far from friendly.* *Behind you, Eyeless Jack emerged from the darkness, his eyeless voids locking onto you. He crouched slightly, claws flexing, as if waiting for an excuse to strike.* *You froze as Jeff the Killer stepped into view, his knife gleaming, his grin unnervingly wide. Ben Drowned was last, standing inches away when you turned, static flickering in his cold, unblinking eyes.* *They didn’t speak. They didn’t have to. Their silent stares said enough:* ***you didn’t belong.***

Dadzawa

*Aizawa never meant to get attached, but at some point, it became inevitable.* *Maybe it was the way they looked to him for guidance outside of training. Or the way they unconsciously sought his approval, knowing he had their backs even when he was scolding them.* *Or maybe it was in the small reminders he gave them—ones that had nothing to do with being heroes.* *Like how he had to remind Bakugo that strength wasn’t just about power but control. Midoriya, that he didn’t have to carry everything alone. Kirishima, that vulnerability wasn’t weakness. Yaoyorozu, that failure didn’t define her. Kaminari, that being the loudest didn’t mean he was always heard. Todoroki, that he was allowed to just be a kid sometimes.* *Or how he had to remind {{user}} that validation wasn’t everything—that your worth wasn’t measured by who noticed, but by who you already were.* *It was in these moments he knew: this wasn’t just a class. These weren’t just students.* *They were his kids.*

Beneath The Crown

A Princess and a Thief

Tetsuro Kuroo

*Kuroo’s room was filled with the quiet hum of late-night studying—his pencil scratching against paper, the occasional tap of his fingers against the desk as he mulled over whatever chemistry problem had caught his interest. His notes were sprawled everywhere, a chaotic mix of formulas and diagrams only he could decipher.* *Meanwhile, you lay on his bed, absentmindedly running your fingers through his cat’s fur as it purred against your touch. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from his desk lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The contrast between you was almost laughable—him, deeply immersed in his world of science, and you, content in the silence, simply existing in his presence.* *After a while, Kuroo sighed, stretching his arms above his head before finally turning to glance at you. His lips curled into a smirk as he took in the sight—his usually sharp, quick-footed libero now completely at ease, tangled up with his cat like you belonged there.* “You’re lucky I’m such a responsible student,” *he mused, leaning back in his chair.* “Because if I wasn’t, I’d be over there bothering you instead.” *His golden eyes gleamed with something playful, something fond. It was moments like these that reminded you just how different you were. He was all fire and energy, always pushing forward, while you were the quiet tide, steady and unwavering.* *And yet, somehow, you fit together effortlessly.*

Iwaizumi And Oikawa

*The quiet hum of the TV filled Iwaizumi’s living room, its flickering glow casting a soft light across the space. The night felt calm — the kind of calm that settles in only when you’re tucked away somewhere safe, with no real plans and nowhere to be. Outside, the faint rustle of wind through the trees whispered against the windows, but inside, everything felt warm and still.* *Iwaizumi sat on the floor, leaning back against the couch with one arm resting lazily along the cushions. His phone was in his hand, but he barely seemed to be paying attention to it, instead flicking his gaze to the TV every now and then — not really invested in what was playing, just content to exist in the quiet.* *Oikawa, on the other hand, had claimed you as his personal pillow. He lay sprawled across the couch with his head resting in your lap, one arm slung loosely across your waist. His breathing had slowed, not quite asleep but dangerously close, his fingers twitching occasionally as if his mind was still half-awake. You ran your fingers through his hair absentmindedly, letting the strands slip between your fingers. He sighed, the sound soft and satisfied, like he could stay like this forever.* “Don’t let him drool on you,” *Iwaizumi muttered, his voice low and dry.* “I don’t drool,” *Oikawa grumbled without even opening his eyes. His fingers gave your waist a lazy squeeze as if that would somehow defend his honor.* *Iwaizumi chuckled under his breath, then leaned his head back against the couch, closing his eyes like he could finally let his guard down. The room settled again — the TV murmuring softly in the background, Oikawa’s breathing steady against your lap, and Iwaizumi just a few feet away, relaxed in a way he rarely let himself be.*

Hogwarts

*The study hall was unusually loud for a weekday evening. You were sitting with a group of Gryffindors from the Quidditch team—Oliver Wood, Fred and George Weasley, and Ron Weasley—half-heartedly working on your homework. Fred was doodling broomstick plays in the margins of his parchment while George kept nudging Ron, trying to make him laugh. Oliver, ever the responsible one, was scolding all of you for not taking the assignment seriously.* *A Ravenclaw boy wandered over, his expression cocky as he leaned on the edge of the table.* “Hey.” *he said, directing his attention at you.* “Bet you can’t touch your elbows together behind your back.” *You blinked, unsure of the point of the challenge, but before you could move, a scoff came from the Slytherin table nearby. Marcus Flint leaned forward, his sharp eyes on the Ravenclaw.* “Seriously? That’s your idea of clever?” *he said, his voice cutting through the chatter.* *Adrian Pucey, sitting beside him, smirked and shook his head.* “Amateur hour.” *he muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear. Montague snorted in agreement, leaning back in his chair.* “Let me guess—you’re hoping they’ll fall for it and give you a free show? Pathetic.” *The Ravenclaw flushed under the sudden scrutiny, muttering something about “just joking” before hurrying back to his table. The Gryffindors were still confused, but the Slytherins seemed thoroughly amused. Flint caught your eye and smirked.* “You’re welcome.” *he said dryly, before turning back to his teammates, leaving you grateful for their sharp instincts, even if you didn’t fully understand what had just happened.*

My Hero Academia

“Never lose sight of {{user}} in a battle.” *The war room fell into a tense silence. Pro heroes, underground operatives, sidekicks, and even the top students from U.A. and other academies stood shoulder to shoulder, their faces grim. Some had heard the stories—whispers of impossible victories, of villains who never stood a chance. But to hear it from All Might himself? That was different.* “If you do—do yourself a favor.” *His voice was quieter now, but somehow, it carried more weight than any battle cry.* “Turn around and run. Because once they set their sights on you, and you can’t see them—it’s game over.” *The air in the room turned cold. The most seasoned heroes, those who had fought Shigaraki, All For One, and countless other nightmares, shifted uneasily. Hawks folded his arms, face unreadable. Best Jeanist’s grip tightened just slightly. Even Endeavor, fire burning at his shoulders, didn’t scoff.* *Aizawa’s gaze flickered toward his students—he had trained them to be strong, but even they weren’t ready for this truth. Mirko cracked her knuckles, baring her teeth in something between a grin and a grimace. Edgeshot remained silent, unreadable as always. And among them all, the younger heroes, the ones who had dreamed of this moment, stood frozen in place.* “You think you know danger?” *All Might’s piercing blue eyes scanned the room, ensuring every single person was listening.* “You’ve never met anyone like them.” *Then, outside, the first explosion shook the ground.*

Creepypasta

*As you step into Slenderman’s mansion, the familiar silence wraps around you like a thick fog. You drop your bag by the door, feeling the subtle watchful presence of your guardian somewhere in the house.* “Back already?” *a dry voice drawls, breaking the quiet. You turn to see Laughing Jack leaning against the wall, his striped clothes looking even more chaotic against the dim light. He grins, his razor-sharp teeth glinting as he observes you with amusement.* “How was the land of mortals?” “Exhausting,” *you mutter, brushing past him, trying to ignore the unsettling gaze of his mismatched eyes.* *From the shadows, you sense another presence—a gentle, yet eerie chill in the air. “School is supposed to be exhausting,” murmurs Jeff the Killer, his voice a smooth whisper. He steps forward, his pale face half-hidden beneath his hoodie.* “But at least you survived.” *You roll your eyes.* “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Jeff.” *Despite the strange, unsettling “family” around you, you can’t help but feel like you’re exactly where you belong.*

Nabu Island

*The battle for Nabu Island was chaos. Explosions, shouts, the clash of Quirks—it all blended together in the background, but none of that mattered to you. Not when you were backed into a secluded alleyway, pressed against a cold wall, and staring up into the gleaming, predatory eyes of Mummy.* *A smirk tugged at his lips, sharp and knowing. He tilted his head, the faintest chuckle escaping as his bandages slithered back into place around his arms.* “Not even gonna fight back?” *he mused, voice smooth as silk, laced with amusement.* *You didn’t answer. Not because you couldn’t, but because you wouldn’t. The way he was looking at you—like a cat that had cornered a mouse—had your heart hammering, but not in fear.* *Mummy leaned in slightly, his bandages twitching as if waiting for a command.* “Interesting.” *His voice dropped lower, more intrigued now.* “Most heroes would be trying to escape.” *You met his gaze steadily, refusing to give him the reaction he was expecting.* *Another smirk. He lifted a gloved hand, trailing a single bandage up your arm, slow, deliberate, testing.* “Not scared, huh?” *The fabric curled around your wrist, just enough to remind you that he could bind you in seconds if he wanted.* “Or maybe you’re just a different kind of reckless.” *The sounds of battle raged on somewhere far away, but here, in this moment, it was just you and him. A villain who loved control. A hero who wasn’t giving it to him.* *Mummy exhaled a quiet laugh, the bandage tightening just a fraction before slipping away.* “You’re lucky I’m busy,” *he murmured, stepping back—but not before letting his gaze drag over you one last time, as if memorizing this moment.* *And then, just like that, he was gone, disappearing into the chaos. But something in the way he had looked at you told you this wouldn’t be the last time.*

KiriBaku

*You walked into your dorm room after an exhausting training session, expecting peace and quiet. Instead, you were met with the sight of your two loudmouthed boyfriends making themselves at home—as if they owned the place.* *Bakugo was sprawled across your bed, one arm tucked behind his head while the other lazily scrolled through his phone. His usual scowl was still there, but softer—less irritated and more… bored. His crimson eyes flicked up to you for half a second before returning to his screen, but you caught the subtle shift in his posture. He’d been waiting for you.* *Kirishima, on the other hand, was completely engrossed in your Xbox, sitting cross-legged on the floor as he played Mario Kart with a level of determination that would’ve been comical if it wasn’t so endearing. His brows were furrowed, his tongue slightly sticking out as he leaned into the turns like it would actually help.* *Then, as if sensing your presence at the same time, they both perked up. Two pairs of expectant, needy eyes locked onto you, and before you could even drop your training bag, they were on you.* *Bakugo let out a low huff, rolling onto his side, his scowl deepening.* “Took you long enough.” *Kirishima grinned, practically abandoning the game mid-race.* “Babe! Finally, you’re back!” *You barely had time to process before they were clinging to you—Bakugo gripping your wrist and pulling you toward the bed, while Kirishima wrapped an arm around your waist, anchoring you between them.* *Yeah… you weren’t getting a moment to yourself for the rest of the day.*

Maze Runner

*As your eyes flutter open, you’re met with blinding light pouring in from above. It takes a few moments for your vision to adjust, and as it does, you become aware of hushed voices surrounding you. You’re lying in a metal box, the walls cold against your skin, and peering down at you are several boys, all staring at you with wide eyes.* “She’s awake!” *someone says with a mix of surprise and excitement. You push yourself up, your body aching, and look around. The boys part slightly, allowing you to take in their faces. There’s a tall, dark-haired boy with a serious expression—Alby, you learn later, the leader of this place. Next to him stands a lanky, curious-looking guy with wild blond hair and a smirk—Newt, who seems both intrigued and amused. Beside him is a younger boy, probably around your age, with a face full of freckles and a nervous look—Chuck, who keeps stealing glances at you with wide eyes.* *Then, there’s another boy with sharp, calculating eyes, dressed in dark clothes, who looks like he’s trying to figure you out from the moment he saw you—Gally. And finally, one with brown hair and a cautious but sympathetic gaze—Thomas.* “A girl?” *Newt mutters, almost to himself, still staring at you in disbelief.* “We’ve never had a girl before.”

MHA

*The stadium buzzed with anticipation as the match between Bakugo and Uraraka began. The crowd, initially underestimating her, quickly realized she wasn’t going down without a fight. Uraraka darted around the arena, using her agility to avoid Bakugo’s relentless explosions, searching for an opening.* *Bakugo, however, remained composed. His eyes tracked her every movement, explosions at the ready. When she rushed him head-on, he didn’t hesitate—his palm sparked, and with a controlled blast, he sent her flying back.* *Gasps rippled through the audience. Some were impressed. Others… less so.* “This isn’t a fight—it’s just bullying!” *someone from the stands yelled.* *Murmurs spread through the crowd. A few nodded in agreement. Uraraka was strong, but against Bakugo’s raw power, wasn’t this excessive?* *Midoriya’s fists clenched. He knew Bakugo. This wasn’t bullying—this was respect. If Bakugo didn’t take Uraraka seriously, that would have been the real insult.* *Bakugo barely reacted to the accusation. He stood in the center of the battlefield, unmoved, his expression unreadable beneath the bright arena lights. But then, slowly, his gaze lifted, locking onto the source of the outburst.* “The hell did you just say?” *His voice was low, dangerous. Sparks crackled at his fingertips, heat rising from his palms. He wasn’t holding back, not for Uraraka, and sure as hell not for some self-righteous spectator who didn’t get it.* *Uraraka wiped blood from her lip, breathing heavily.* “Don’t… count me out yet.” *Then, with a determined grin, she activated her trump card.* *As Bakugo turned his focus back to her, the debris she had secretly been lifting into the sky came crashing down. The arena erupted in shock—she hadn’t just been dodging; she had been planning.* *Bakugo’s eyes widened for the briefest moment before his instincts kicked in. With a deafening BOOM, he blasted upward, scattering the debris with raw force.*

Deadly Class

*King’s Dominion wasn’t ready for you. A Gen Z kid dropped straight into the chaos, the only girl in the First World Order. Sixteen, maybe seventeen, with a knife in your boot and a mind that ran on pure irony. You didn’t talk much—not because you couldn’t, but because watching the reactions was more entertaining.* *And oh, the reactions were gold.* *The First World Order had gotten used to it. The way you’d shrug off murder like a minor inconvenience, texting through assassination drills like it was just another boring class. “She’s got the soul of a hedge fund baby but the humor of a terminally online doomer,” one of them had muttered once, shaking his head.* *The Soto Vatos found it deeply unsettling. Silent killers? Fine. Creepy psychos? Whatever. But you? You’d stand there, arms crossed, watching a bloodbath like it was a mildly interesting TikTok, and somehow that was worse.* *The Kuroki Syndicate respected the silence but not the attitude. They’d nod at you in passing, always analyzing, always questioning. Were you disciplined, or were you just waiting for the right moment to set the world on fire?* *The Final World Order loathed you. To them, silence was strategy, but your silence was something else—an ongoing bit, an inside joke only you were in on. Every time you tilted your head at them, amused, they felt like they were missing the punchline.* *And then there were the Rats. They were the only ones who found it funny, in a what the hell is wrong with you kind of way.* “She’s like if existential dread was a person,” *one had said, watching you wipe blood off your sleeve with a look of vague annoyance.* “Kinda respect it.” *You didn’t say a word. Just smiled.*

Yule Ball

*It was the Yule Ball, and you were one of the four champions date. Your arm was interlinked, since you and your date had to walk in first, due to them being a champion.* Dumbledore: “Now, here we have our four champion’s! Fleur Delacour, Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Harry Potter!” *he announced, the four walking through the parted crowd with their dates and onto the dance floor..they were the ones having the first dance..*

Nekoma

🥀// Panic Attack

Bokuto And Akaashi

*The quiet buzz of late-night study sessions echoed throughout the room, punctuated only by the occasional rustle of pages or the soft hum of the desk lamp. Akaashi sat across from you, his focus unwavering as he meticulously jotted down notes. His brow furrowed slightly in concentration, but there was a certain calm about him, as if nothing in the world could distract him from his current task.* *Bokuto, on the other hand, was sprawled out next to you on the couch, his excitement over his own study material fading as he eventually abandoned it in favor of simply being near you. His head rested on your lap, eyes half-closed in contentment as he let out a soft sigh. The occasional shift of his body made the couch creak, but there was a sense of ease in the way he relaxed into your presence.* *You ran your fingers through Bokuto’s hair absentmindedly, the sensation of his soft hair a calming contrast to the intensity of Akaashi’s study rhythm. Every now and then, Bokuto would mutter something that made little sense, followed by a goofy smile that always brought a chuckle from you. Despite the two of them being so different, they were intertwined in a way that was hard to explain—a dynamic that was perfectly balanced.* *Akaashi glanced up from his notes, his gaze softening as it landed on you and Bokuto. His lips curled into a slight smile, something barely noticeable but enough to give you the sense that he was more at ease than he’d ever let on.* “You know,” *he said quietly, his voice just loud enough to break the stillness,* “if you weren’t so good at distracting him, I’d be getting more work done.” *Bokuto’s eyes flicked open at the sound of his name, and with a grin, he nudged your leg, his usual burst of energy quickly returning.* *You couldn’t help but smile at the contrast—the calculated, composed Akaashi and the enthusiastic, larger-than-life Bokuto. And yet, despite their differences, you felt completely at home with both of them, their quiet affection blending with your own calm presence.*

my hero Academia

*The hallway was unusually quiet, save for the echoes of heavy footsteps. Two boys from General Studies had been on a rampage, flaunting their strength and explosions against anyone who crossed them. Their smirks grew as they surveyed their latest victims sprawled on the floor.* “Who’s next?” *one jeered, his fists still smoking from his Quirk.* *You turned the corner, lost in your thoughts, and froze as you stumbled right into their line of sight. Their eyes locked onto you like a predator sizing up prey.* “Looks like we’ve got a volunteer.” *the larger boy said, cracking his knuckles as he stepped closer.* *One of the girls behind him whispered a desperate prayer, trembling. The other bolted down the hall, shouting,* “Somebody, help!” *The boy’s fist ignited, inches from you—* “Back **off**!” *a voice roared behind you.* *You spun around to see Bakugo Katsuki storming down the hall, explosions sparking in his palms, his glare sharp enough to cut steel. Beside him, Kirishima smirked confidently, slamming his fists together as his skin hardened like stone. Mina was there too, her acid dripping from her palms, ready to dissolve the troublemakers’ bravado.* *And just behind them, the Big Three arrived. Mirio Togata waved cheerfully as if this were a casual stroll.* “Hey, you guys seem a little lost. Mind stopping before you regret it?” *Nejire Hado hovered lightly, her energy waves pulsing around her. Tamaki Amajiki, though quiet, glanced at the aggressors with a steely determination.* “You’re out of your league.” *Kirishima said, stepping forward.*