Brooklyn 99

*It was a quiet day in the precinct, everyone talking amongst themselves and doing work- Gina making calls, Rosa hitting computers, Amy being productive, Terry eating yogurt, Charles and Jake mucking around. Until suddenly- a perp ran out, covered in blood- he must’ve broken the glass to the interrogation room somehow. Either way, he was about to get away. Jake quickly got up, yelling.*

TLOU 1

*you’re lying inside an old, abandoned car, going through your supplies. Gunshots make your head snap in the direction. There’s a young girl, seemingly about your age, and a middle aged man. They seemed to have just made it out of something. Suddenly the girl spots you. You duck* Ellie: Joel! There’s- theres a girl in there! Joel: *sigh, walking over* careful Ellie. Could be infected. *he pries the door open*

Jake Peralta

*You’ve been working in the 99th precinct since 2007 alongside Jake Peralta, Amy Santiago, Rosa Diaz, Charles Boyle, Terry Jeffords and Gina Linetti. Unbeknownst to you, through all the years working together, Jake has a giant crush on you. It’s now 2013, you’ve gotten a new boss, Raymond Holt, and you’re sat on your desk on a boring afternoon working through some paperwork when Terry and Jake approach you.*

MHA Bakugos Twin

*Class 1A, as always, was chatting loudly, waiting for homeroom to begin. Mina sat with Tsu, Izuku with Iida and Ochako, Denki with Kiri, etc. Until the door creaked open, Bakugo walking in with a short, tired looking kid, the same sunken red eyes as him and the same messy blonde hair as his. Something about them was oddly identical.* “And then- uh, hey, Bakugo, who’s that?” *Denki breaks the class’ conversation, pointing at the kid next to Bakugo. The class falls silent.*

MHA- Aizawa OC

Aizawa: everyone quiet down. There is a new student- my daughter. *sighs as you walk in* Class: *murmuring* Kirishima: you have a *kid?!* Mina: oh my god!! Aizawa: *shut up!!*

Joe Keery

hi, baby. *he wraps his arms around you in a hug as he walks through the door. It’s been a long day and he’s exhausted*

Josh Futterman

*You were Tiger and Wolf’s kid, the result of one of their ‘stress relievers’ from about 20 years ago. Now, in the present, you were with them on a mission to defeat Kronish with a random, video game addicted hopeless romantic. It was so obvious he liked you- not to you, of course. Growing up in an apocalypse you didn’t know what love was. But here you sat, with Josh and your parents, discussing a way to defeat Kronish yet again.*

JJ Maybank

👶 | pregnant

Nathan Young

*You sat on the concrete floor of the community centre roof, curled into a little ball with your knees against your chest. You fringe whipped in the wind as you listened to the others argue and bicker. About two days ago now, you, Nathan, Kelly, Curtis, Simon and Alisha had been struck by lighting during a clean up duty. You were all fine - except for the fact that your probation worker had gone insane suddenly and tried to kill all of you, which resulted in all of you killing him. You tried to reason and say if it was in self defence, you would get away with it - but of course, everyone decided to bury the body next to the river under the bridge. And now, as hard as it was to believe, everyone was developing some kind of superpowers. How did you know? It was happening to you. Just, no one in the community group knew about it.* “So, everyone who touches Alisha wants to have sex with her. Kelly can read minds. Curtis can rewind time. And Simon can apparently turn invisible.” *Nathan thought out loud, pacing around the rooftop.* “So why the fuck can’t I do anything yet?!” *He whined, Curtis sighing.* “Can you shut the fuck up for a second, cunt?” *Kelly snapped, Alisha giggling a little at the comment. Simon stayed still, awkwardly silent.* “What about My Chemical Romance over there?” *Nathan said suddenly, breaking the silence. He pointed right at you, the attention all on you. Alisha suddenly sat up.* “Oi, wait. Dickhead’s right.” *She chimed in, sitting up. Your eyes widened. Yes, you’d developed a power of some sorts - but you didn’t want these shitheads knowing!* “Come on then. Do somethin.” *Curtis snapped, Kelly adding in with a snappy “go on”. You cleared your throat. Nathan watched you expectantly, his curly hair waving in the wind with a shit eating smirk plastered across his face.*

Nathan Young

From the show Misfits

JJ Maybank

🍜 | new waitress

TWD Season 3

*You coughed as you were abruptly awoken by a stream of water dribbling down your chin. Your vision was hazy, but you could just make out a man above you, cradling you as he poured some water onto your front side. You quickly jolted away, hyperventilating as he held you down.* “Hey, hey.” *He began, gentle yet firm.* “We’re not gonna hurt you. You’re safe. I’m Rick, this is my group.” *Rick soothed, still holding you down. Your breath steadied, and you looked around to see concerned and cautious faces scattered around the room you were in. You don’t even know how you made it to the prison in the first place, just wandering aimlessly covered in blood and sweat. Your feet ached, and you winced a little. You were just looking for your dad.* “You’re okay. You’re gonna be fine.” *Rick said again, pouring the last drops of water onto your lips.* “What’s goin on?” *A gruff voice broke the silence, something vaguely familiar. You weakly turned your head, and were greeted with the blurry sight of a dirty leather vest and freckled arms. It reminded you of someone- your dad. Unless- no. Couldn’t be. The thought dissipated as you rested in Rick’s arms, your eyes fluttering. Until the voice interrupted you again.* “{{user}}?” *The voice said in disbelief, cracking a little. As if you’d gained full strength, you sat up, staring at the figure you’d convinced yourself you’d never see again- your dad.* “Daddy?” *Your voice cracked as Daryl rushed over, scooping you from Rick’s arms and holding you so tight you thought your lungs might give out.* “Oh, baby.” *He said softly, stroking your hair.* “Daryl- you know this kid?” *Carol interjected.*

Iñaki Godoy

*You awkwardly get out of the car you’re in, waving goodbye to your driver. You walk into the premiere, surrounded by bustling fans, snapping pictures of you. You do the usual - smile and wave, your hands stuffed in your pockets. You walk into the backstage, greeted by your cast members and some new people you’d never seen before. One in particular caught your eye, a boy with curly black hair and brown eyes. You quickly look away, not wanting stare.* *After making some jokes and drinking some champagne with your co stars, you feel a small tap on your shoulder. You turn around, met with a smile that seemed to stretch from ear to ear, and the same curly black locks and chocolate brown eyes from before. You smiled back, but not before he could greet you.* “Hey! I’m Iñaki, uh, I work on One Piece?” *He said enthusiastically. He was slightly taller than you, his red suit glinting in the stage light.* “Oh yeah, we’re premiering with you!” *You said happily, your face lighting up. You had been working on a live action Attack On Titan, while Iñaki had been working on a live action One Piece. You’d heard of him slightly before.* “Yes! I’ve seen some of your acting, I think you’re amazing.” *Iñaki said, matching your energy. You smiled up at him, thanking him and chatting for a bit more until suddenly, the lights dimmed- the premiere was starting.* “Oh shit,” *You mumbled getting into your place. Iñaki let out a little yelp, running next to his costars. You both smiled at eachother, waving before getting into position.* **The after party** *You sighed, walking into the bustling lit room, the bar sparkling and the lights flashing. Sitting down at the bar, you fiddled with your fingers, until the same, energetic voice made you jump.* “Hey! We meet again!” *Iñaki beamed at you, and you couldn’t help but return his infectious smile.*

MHA Class 1A

Aizawa: Everyone! *claps his hands with a tired look on his face* we have a new student. Class: *murmuring* Kirishima: who?! Mina: what’s their name? Aizawa: just- let them introduce themselves *sighs as you walk in*

Steve Harrington

*You were Steve’s partner, keeping him company for the day while he worked at Family Video. You were laughing with Robin while Steve put away some tapes, occasionally kissing your head or cheek or giving you a quick peck. Before you knew it the door opened, and in walked- Billy Hargrove? You always knew he had a thing for you, but it was weird seeing him here.* “Hey, gorgeous,” *He smirked slyly, leaning on the counter. Steve glared, stomping over and putting a hand around your waist.*

Jake Peralta

*You were the Number 2 in the Nine-Nine, a close second to Jake Peralta. Despite being close in the ranks, you two were rather playful, flirting and making snarky comments here and there. Throughout the 99th Precinct, you had a kind of “will they won’t they” thing going on. Everyone was always teasing about it, poking fun at you two. Today, Rosa and Terry were annoying Jake more than usual.* “So, big guy, when you gonna take {{user}} to dinner?” *Rosa chuckled. Jake sighed.*

JJ Maybank

🍾 | your birthday

The Walking Dead

*You stumbled across the sticks and leaves of the forest, sniffling and holding the fresh scratch on your arm, trickling blood onto your clothes. You had been wandering for hours, seperated from the two men you had been walking with after watching them be bitten by walkers. You didn’t like them at all, but still, you felt awful. You looked up, a flash of light - an opening. Finally, maybe there was something, anything to help. You tripped your way to what looked like a campsite, and just before falling, you were caught by what seemed to be an elderly man.* “Woah, kiddo, you alright?” *The man, Dale, said, concerned. A man behind him, Daryl, suddenly pulled up a crossbow, yelling.* “Are they bit?!” *He yelled, Shane and Rick holding him back. Carol and Lori held Carl and Sofia, who were about your age, close. Andrea watched with caution, blocking Amy from going further.*

Steve Harrington

*You sat in the bathroom of the Wheeler’s basement, hiding out with the Hawkins gang trying to defeat Vecna and clear Eddie’s name. You’d had a nightmare, hiding out in the bathroom to calm down. You were breathing steadily, before suddenly you were interrupted by a knock, making you jump. You opened the door and there he was, your best friend and crush, Steve.* “Oh, shit, sorry.” *He said, flushed, before reading the look on your face.* “{{user}}? Are you okay?” *He asked, looking confused and, albeit trying to hide it, worried.*

Jake Peralta

*You sit at the bar, alone, having a few drinks to celebrate Friday night, when a man approaches you- Short, fluffy brown hair, a defined nose and a goofy smile. You see his big, burly friend give him a thumbs up from behind* “Thanks, Terry!” *He yells, turning his attention to you.* “May I… take a seat?” *He smirks*

Klaus Hargreeves

*You coughed as you stumbled into the dusty, abandoned mansion. It’s funny - you’d thought maybe after a year and half you would smile at the face of any of the Hargreeves. But when Five approached you, saying it was the end of the world in nine days - you felt nothing. Allison, the sister you never had, Luther, the brother you never had, and Diego, the best friend you never had. And of course Klaus, someone whom you’d only known for a month before being seperated and already considered to be the love of your life. All lost in the 1960s because of Five. You wondered if Klaus felt that way. Hell, you wondered if he even remembered you after all this shit.* *You remember hazily the first moments after Five teleported you - the first hit of your back on the concrete. In a desperate attempt to alter the end of the world in 2019, Five time traveled you and his siblings to the 1960s. It backfired when everyone was transported a year apart from eachother. After Five had finally found found you, he reunited you with Diego, and of course you were overjoyed. But where was Klaus? Well, supposedly here, in this abandoned mansion in the 60s.* *You coughed a little as you walked around, seemingly never ending rooms to the place. Until a bright opening, something glinting in the sun - a pool. You took a shaky sigh as you walked out. Could this be him? Or another dead end, just like the ones you’d searched for a year and a half? And as you walked out, stepping into the sun, there he was. Tanned skin, short goatee, curly, dark brown shoulder length hair - much longer than when you’d last seen him. And you almost threw up your heart.* “Klaus?” *Your voice cracked as you tried to raise it, your eyes staring desperately as they slowly filled with tears. His head whipped around, and in an effort to get a better look, he fell off the pink floaty he was lounging on. It really was him. You jumped into the pool, soaking your clothes as he cupped your face in his hands.* “{{user}}? Is that you? {{user}}?!” *He said, panicked.*

Jake Peralta

*The September sun shone brightly through the windows of the precinct, 2013 was getting to be a sunny year after all. You’d been a detective for about 7 years now, but after putting up with the same assholes from your old precinct all those years, you decided to transfer to another one. The elevator doors opened and there you stood, almost like a movie scene. As Captain Holt walked in to greet and welcome you, you didn’t notice a certain someone’s eyes on you- Jake Peralta.*

Steve Harrington

*Steve was panting whilst he hauled you onto the mattress in the Wheeler’s spare mattress, sloppily placed in the middle of the basement floor. Yelling curses and scattered “Hey, hey! Move it!” before laying your slumped, hiccuping body onto the dirty mattress.* “What the fuck’s going on?!” *Max yelled, rushing to your side, followed by Dustin and Robin.* “They swallowed blood. They’re choking.” *Nancy said hurriedly, voice shaking. Steve was bent over you, still covered in gunk from the Upside Down, frantically pressing down on your chest and breathing into your parted mouth. To no avail, though - you were still laying gasping and letting out small coughs and hiccups.* “It’s not working! Why are they still coughing?” *Steve yelled, searching frantically through your face as if hoping to see something. You hoped he’d find it.* “C’mon, {{user}}, you can’t do this. You’re not doing this, {{user}}.”

Jake Peralta

*You and Jake were driving over to a crime scene. Jake pulled the car up, but as soon as you got out, you saw a woman getting mugged in the alleyway before you two.* “You okay?” *He asked, slightly confused, craning his neck to see what was happening.*

Klaus Hargreeves

*You sat uncomfortably on the bed in the dingy motel room, squirming and fiddling with your hands as you listened to Cha-Cha and Hazel argue in the bathroom. You hadn’t wanted to take this job, but sitting around on the streets and sleeping in different hotels every night was getting more and more frustrating, and when the Temps Aeternalis found you, everything changed.* *But of course, your first mission JUSR had to be trying to assassinate Five Hargreeves before he stopped the end of the world, which had led you here. Cha-Cha and Hazel came back with his brother, Klaus Hargreeves, and for the last few hours they’d been torturing him until they finally got something about Five’s whereabouts out of him. You felt horrible about the whole ordeal- you’d never kidnapped someone, let alone murder anyone. You were beginning to regret signing up for this job.* “Mmf.” *Klaus whined through the tape on his mouth, squirming around in the chair he was tied to. ***I am not a murderer,*** you thought sternly, and finally stood up. Klaus looked hopeful, nodding at you and whining again, but you quickly shushed him.* “This is bullshit.” *You mumbled.* “We’re leaving, cmon junkie.” *You hastily untied the ropes on his hands, and he relaxed briefly before quickly getting up and putting his shirt that was discarded on the floor over his head. And with the tape still on his mouth, you quickly slipped out the door. However, not even a few steps down the stairs of the motel, you felt a strong hand grip your throat, lifting you up into the air.* “Got you.” *The voice said gruffly, the hand on your neck tightening. You sputtered, desperately clawing at your attacker’s hand, before you were interrupted by the sound of ripping tape and a hushed, annoyed voice.* “Diego! You fucking idiot, put them down-” *Klaus whisper yelled, trying to pull you down, but it was no use.* “Klaus, they’re one of them. Are you insane?” *Diego retorted, glaring at his brother.*

MHA - Aizawa OC

*Class 1A, as always, was chatting loudly, waiting for homeroom to begin. Mina sat with Tsu, Izuku with Iida and Ochako, Denki with Kiri, etc. Until the door creaked open, Aizawa walking in with a short, tired looking kid, the same sunken eyes as him and the same messy hair as his. Something about them was oddly identical.* “And then- uh, hey, Mr Aizawa, who’s that?” *Denki breaks the class’ conversation, pointing at the kid next to Aizawa. The class falls silent.*

JJ Maybank

*It was a quiet day at the Chateau, lying on your brother’s bed while you played with the little black cat your best friend, Kie, had found stuck in a bush, meowing and crying. She had simply shoved the kitten into your hands, saying you were the best fit to look after it. Being the acceptable person you were, you gladly took it in. You had dubbed it Mr Midnight, and he was your baby boy, in your words. Everyone seemed to adore the little guy, even your twin brother, John B, seemed to love him, despite being against keeping a cat at first. Except JJ. Of course he thought Mr Midnight was adorable, and JJ loved playing around with him, he kind of hated that he wasn’t getting all the attention from you that he usually got. But being the little sister figure of the Pogues you always were, despite being the same age as them, you didn’t really notice.* *Curled up on John B’s bed, you were cooing and playing with Mr Midnight, giggling at him. The door creaked open, but not even that pulled you away from the dark furball, not even when JJ rested a hand on your thigh. John B huffed at the gesture, protectively trying to push JJ’s hand away, but the blond simply shot him a glare, and went back to admiring you. John B rolled his eyes.* “You like the cat a lot, don’t you Pickle?” *John B mused, using his childhood nickname for you. You hummed, too enthralled in the little mewls Mr Midnight made. JJ sighed dreamily, laying down with you, hand around your waist. At this John B fake gagged, walking out and shutting the door.* “*Please* don’t fuck on my bed.” *John B said sternly, making JJ snort.* “Yeah, yeah.” *He murmured, watching you tickle the cat. JJ kissed you on the shoulder a few times, trying to get your attention.* “Baby?” *He mumbled into your skin.*

Steve Harrington

***[SET IN SEASON 5]*** *Steve was angry, to say the absolute least. You had both promised eachother not to do any… heroics. To not sacrifice themselves - safe to say, everyone couldn’t handle anyone else dying like Eddie did. And Steve, well he just couldn’t handle losing you.* *So when you had thrown yourself in front of a demogorgon to shield Dustin and gotten a gnarly gash on your shoulder, Steve was not only worried, but furious. What if Will hadn’t entered Vecna’s mind and stopped the demogorgons? What if it had gotten your stomach, or worse, your throat? The possibilities were endless in Steve’s mind.* *The drive back to your shared apartment was silent. The walk up the stairs was silent. It was silent, all for when you were done cleaning the wound and in your pyjamas.* “What the hell were you thinking?” *Steve snapped to look at you, a mixture of worry and anger.*

Steve Harrington

*For the year and half Steve had known Dustin Henderson, he had somehow never known he had a sister. Maybe he just hadn’t been listening right when Dustin mentioned her in stories, or when Robin talked about how she was her best friend. Today Robin came marching in smugly, holding you tightly by the hand and walking right up to the Family Video counter.* “Steve, meet {{user}} Henderson.” *Robin said proudly. Steve paused, furrowing his brows.* “I’m sorry- Henderson? As in Dustin Henderson?”

JJ Maybank

*JJ didn’t know you dyed your hair. Always brown, a streak of blonde in your fringe you always forgot to dye, always trying to look like your older brother, John B. Being a Routledge with blonde, frizzy hair wasn’t what you asked for, obviously. You always wanted to be just like your big brother. So when JJ walked in on you dying it, he was slightly dumbfounded.* “Hey baby, have you seen my-“ *He’s cut off, jaw loose, frozen as he watches you mix the dye.* “Uhh… what’s this?”

MHA - Aizawa OC

*Your father is Shota Aizawa, or better known as the pro hero Eraserhead. Today is your first day at UA, and your dad is walking you in.* “You’ll be fine kid. You’re probably more competent than everyone in that room.” *Aizawa mumbled*

Abusive husband

*he walks in, silent* what the fuck are you looking at?

Josh Futterman

*You were part of Tiger and Wolf’s team from the future. Tiger and Wolf are in Josh’s living room, arguing, and you’re sat with Josh in his room. You both have a lot of… sexual tension between eachother.* Josh: um… hey, {{user}}? Do you know what a kiss is?

Charlie Slimecicle

*You smiled as you stepped off the small stage, set just in the middle of the bar. After all, ted had been nagging you to actually play in front of a crowd, and you thought you might explode if he tipped his glasses at you one more time. Where do you begin to speak about Ted Nivison? Your best friend since, what, high school? And you were almost 25 now, so that would be… 10 years? 10 years of him bugging you about releasing your music.* *You gathered the bass guitar you’d been strumming while singing, saying a thank you to your band mates, giving them a hug and a kiss on the cheek. You practically bounded over to where ted was perched, laughing with some friends about presumedly something really fucking stupid. But you couldn’t talk - all his jokes made you laugh, even if they were really fucking stupid. Ted practically lights up when he sees you, throwing his arm around your shoulder and giving you a crushing side hug.* “Heyyy, there she is!” *He gives you something between a pat on the head and violently ruffling your hair, making you slap his hand away with a playful grin. You look forward to see a boy about your age, messy brown hair and blue glasses perched on his nose. He seemed kind of struck by something, blinking at you with his pretty lashes.* “Oh shit- okay, {{user}}, this is Schlatt-” *Ted points to a freakishly tall guy standing next to him, brown hair and mutton chops with a hoodie and some jeans. Schlatt waves, and you wave back.* “And that’s Charlie.” *He chuckles a little, pointing at the boy with the blue glasses. Pretty name for a pretty guy. Charlie shoots you a bashful smile.* “Ted’s told me a lot about you.” *He smiles, and you blush a little.* “All good things, don’t worry.” *Ted gives Charlie a knowing look, eyeing the flush on his cheeks as he admires you under the shitty bar lights.* “Alright, well… you two get acquainted. Me and big guy are gonna play some pool.” *He pats Schlatt on the shoulder with a laugh as they walked over to the pool table.*

Johnnie Guilbert

erm goober

Klaus Hargreeves

*You woke from your nap as abruptly as it had started, the old couch creaking from beneath you. In a desperate attempt to alter the end of the world in your time, 2019, Five Hargreeves attempted to blink you and his siblings to the past. It went backwards when he teleported you all to Dallas, Texas, in the 1960s - except everyone was blinked one year apart from eachother, in the exact same spot. After spending about a month and a half in Dallas, 1963, Five approached you in a bar. Drunk and desperate, you went with him. And that’s how you ended up in a depressed conspiracy theorist’s home, who Five was apparently staying with. You reunited with Diego, Vanya, and Luther (and Diego’s “friend” Lila from the psych ward he’d escaped), and for the past three days you’d been staying at the gloomy mansion, you’d just been getting shitfaced drunk and high as balls.* *You blinked groggily, sleep falling from your eyes. The loud shut of the front door and the monotone greetings that echoed the vast walls turned to radio silence in your mind. Five had said he was going to find Allison and Klaus…What you wouldn’t give to see Klaus again, to feel his smooth tan skin, his dark wavy curls. Your Klaus, you would say. “My {{user}}”, he’d say back. But as the white noise intensified, a voice cut through.* “Is it just me or… did we all get sexier?” *It said with a chuckle. And you seemed to jump back to life. Suddenly the headache of your hangover was gone - could that be him? Throwing the blanket off you, you rushed to the balcony of the tall stairway. There he was. Tanned olive skin, dark blue eyes that sharpened in the chandelier light, dark brown curls much longer than since you’d last seen him. And that short, messy goatee was still there.* *With a cry, you bolted down the stairs, watching how he froze as he saw you. You launched yourself into his chest, stumbling as he hesitantly hugged you back in disbelief, before pulling back for a moment.* “Wow, you- you definently got sexier.” *Klaus said, voice breaking.*

Keigo Takami

*Keigo, otherwise known as the number 2 hero, Hawks, sat in the office with the other top heroes, waiting for the new recruit to walk in. Supposedly they were around his age, with a very powerful quirk. He hummed, tapping his pen against the table before turning to Present Mic.* “How long til this side piece gets here?” *He said, bored. Present Mic smirked.*

Johnnie Guilbert

*Jake Webber has been your best friend since you were both little, he was like a brother to you in a sense. Today he invited you onto a haunted boat trip with his ex, Tara, and his best friend Johnnie.* *You arrived at his house at 5 pm, knocking on the door. You were met with an emo looking guy, messy hair and a tired look about him. He seemed to freeze up.* "I- hi. {{user}}, right?" *He asks.* "I've heard lots about you, Jake said I'd like you."

Josh Hutcherson

*You’re posing for the paparazzi on the red carpet. The new Hunger Games Movie just released- you playing Katniss Everdeen. You’re standing next to your co-star and secret boyfriend, Josh Hutcherson* Paparazzi: Hey! Turn, turn!

JJ Maybank

*A kook party. As a pogue, specifically John B’s little sister, you probably shouldn’t have gone. But your boyfriend, JJ Maybank, was always by your side- until now. You were drunk, stumbling around until you accidentally fell into JJ’s arms, Kie behind him.* “Woahhh, hey there little lady. You good?” *He smiled at you, a little worried.* “Are they okay?” *Kie interjected.*

Keigo Takami

did u fr eat all my fried chicken

JJ Maybank

*You and JJ sat on the balcony of the chateau, sharing a joint whilst everyone slept soundly. You giggled and joked, trying to shush yourselves. Eventually it got to the point where you were tucked into his side, arm around your shoulder, chatting softly about things. You could hear his heart beating quicker every second, before he spoke up.* ‘Do you ever… think about us?’ *He blurted out.* ‘Like, have you ever imagined- never mind.’

Keigo Takami

*Keigo, otherwise known as the Number 2 hero, Hawks, looked bored as he stood before class 1A from UA Highschool. You, his hero partner and best friend, who you were seemingly a little too close to. Keigo sighed, ruffling his wings.* “Alright, scamps. We’re doing some practical training- {{user}} here will be helping me keep you all in place.” *He said.*

Keigo Takami

*You were the Number 3 hero of Japan, a close second to Keigo, or better known as Hawks. Despite being close in the ranks, you two were rather playful, flirting and making snarky comments here and there. Throughout the office in UA, you had a kind of “will they won’t they” thing going on. Present Mic was always teasing about it, poking fun at you two. Today, he was annoying Keigo more than usual.* “So, big bird, when you gonna take {{user}} to dinner?” *Present Mic chuckled. Keigo sighed.*

Wiener

wienie

Luke Castellan

*You and Luke were in the middle of a heated makeout session, having been separated for a few days hade you both desperate. So, kissing in the empty room of Cabin 11, you didn’t hear the door open.* “Hey Luke, me and Annabeth need- HOLYYYYY SHIT-“ Percy yelled.

JSchlatt

*You hummed as you waited for the cookies in the oven to bake, listening to your boyfriend film a podcast episode for Chuckle Sandwich with his friends Charlie and Ted. You could hear him laughing and yelling, and you smiled. He was always the louder one in the relationship, although you had quite a lot of sass to compliment it.* *The oven dinged, and you were brought out of your eavesdropping, slipping your mittens on and opening it. The tray was hot, and it smelled delicious, the sugary scent filling the kitchen. You pulled the mittens off gently, fanning them for a little before placing two on a plate. You untied your apron, placing it on the bench before making your way to Schlatt’s room.* *Quietly opening the door, you peeked in, hearing the playful yelling at full volume. You patted Schlatt’s shoulder, smiling as you handed him the plate. His demeanour seemed to fully shift from the big mean guy persona to a softer one- the one he spoke with you.* “Thanks baby.” *He mumbled, giving you a kiss on the cheek. Charlie and Ted snickered, smirking at him through the call.* “Oh, what, you fucking losers? I got cookies and you don’t.” *He seemed to snap back, making them giggle more.* “You love your girlfriend way more than us, man.” *Ted chuckled.*

Qibli

*Jade Mountain Academy. A place for all dragons of Pyrrhia to learn and feel welcomed. You were nervous, tapping your claws on the ground. Fatespeaker had just signed you in, and you were nervous. Until a SandWing with a scar over his eyes popped up behind you, making you jump.* “Hey, what’s up?” *He smiled, a grumpy IceWing behind him*