#after he wed sayaka

[onedivinemisfit]

The king’s spymaster

AnS (c) Akizuki Sorata

Art: Me

[honestlyboringperson]

Redoing my Persona 3 AU!

Name: Madoka Kaname

Arcanas: Fool/World

Personas: Eurydice, Eos, Elpis

Madoka is of course, our wildcard of the AU. She is recruited at the same time as Sayaka. She and Sayaka were staying behind to finish up schoolwork and accidentally stayed too late and ended up trapped in Tartarus. After recruitment she is ecstatic to be part of S.E.E.S. as like in the original anime, she deprives her self worth from being able to help and aid others. She uses a bow in battle and to help with her fighting skills, she joined the archery club.

She is not a natural wildcard as the wildcard was supposed to be Homura. As like in the original anime Homura has time manipulation and has been going back in time and due to her making Madoka the centre of events she gained Homura’s wild card ability. At the end of the story, she becomes the great seal and is forgotten by the masses except for the S.E.E.S. She is remembered for her warm nature and helping her social links, but her social links can’t put their finger on who it was.

PERSONAS

Madoka’s initial persona is Eurydice. Much like Eurydice, Madoka is the staring point for the story. Her death kickstarts Homura to continuous live in a cycle for the hope that she can be saved, like how Orpheus went to the underworld in the hope that he can bring Eurydice back to life.

Eurydice’s design is supposed to invoke the image of a bride which is a symbol of purity and innocence, traits you would typically use to describe Madoka and the fact that in the story of Eurydice and Orpheus, Eurydice died on her wedding day by stepping on a snake, thus the snakes crawling up her leg and making up her halo. The bandages are a symbol of death, with Eurydice dying and Madoka’s repeated deaths.

Madoka’s evolved persona is Eos, Greek god of dawn. While Eurydice is dressed in a simple white dress, Eos is dressed in a much more mature dress, showing Madoka’s developing maturity, also shown in the bandages beginning to unravel, showing her skin. This also shows that she is overcoming death, foreshadowing her fate being not death, but not really being alive either. Eos was also known for her, um…. “mature” habits which don’t align with Madoka, but the idea is that Madoka helped give “birth” to the improvement of the mental and social states her social links were in. With Eos being the Greek god of the dawn, it also fits with Madoka ending the dark hour, and bringing the dawn.

[all-pacas]

do you have any book recs or something you read recently that you really loved? i’ve been in a bit of a slump with my reading and i’d love to pick it back up

lol thanks for indulging me!

Currently I'm working my way through 2666 by Roberto Bolaño. It is very good, very dense, and impossible to even start to explain, one of those novels in a novel in a novel situations, loosely about a city in Mexico, but also a) a love triangle between english professors b) a teacher who grows obsessed with a physics book c) an American reporter sent to Mexico to report on a boxing match d) hundreds of murdered women e) a german writer. It's. It's a lot. It's very good, it's very long, I cannot explain it succinctly.

I also just started Haruki Murakami's Wild Sheep Chase, which. I love Murakami novels but they are probably not for everyone! As a starter book for him I like to recommend Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, as it's less surreal and more grounded than a lot of his novels (and shorter). Killing Commodore, one of his more recent novels, was very fun. And if you're into sort of weird Japanese literature, I highly recommend The Memory Police by Yoko Ogawa, a sort of… sci-fi-ish story about a lovely peaceful society who, periodically, have concepts (like "birds") outlawed and thus forgotten by all, or anything by Sayaka Murata, who has what I can only describe as humanity dysphoria and writes fascinating short stories.

After I wrote all this I decided to self-shame and show off my Book Mountain, the pile of books by my nightstand I've accumilated over many, many months and mostly have not yet read:

The Field Guide to the Connecticut River is actually super interesting if, like me, you grew up in New England and never thought of that river over there as an eco system in itself. It has illustrations! Pictures of frogs! Geological maps! Super fun to just page through, makes me wanna go hike and look at ponds.

Mary Beard is a fantastic author and I've loved her other Roman-related books (SPQR and Pompeii), super stoked to take another crack at Emperor of Rome.

Ours is a really well written novel with an interesting idea — in the 19th century a group of mostly escaped slaves form their own secret town hidden by magic and isolated from the rest of the world, and how that both protects and hurts them. I just can't get into it, but eventually I'll finish it.

A Children's Bible is quite short and it was fantastic. A group of rich adults rent a summer home and bring a dozen or so children, who are left to fend for themselves as their parents drink and lie around, all while quietly in the background the rest of the world collapses.

Lies and Weddings was fun! it's by the author of Crazy Rich Asians and is essentially a remix of that, just set in England this time. But if you like that sort of thing, it's a fun, quick read.

Bright Young Women was another really good book, I just recently finished re-reading it. I very much enjoyed Jessica Knoll's first book, Luckiest Girl Alive, she's a very strong POV writer. Bright Young Women is a sort of… fictionalized version of the fallout of the Ted Bundy murders, except the murderer is never named or made out to be sexy or sympathetic or cool. It's more about what comes before and after 'the perpetrator' comes into people's lives. Very, very good book.

Another novel (not pictured, but it's on my bookshelf in my line of sight) I really enjoyed recently is Wellness by Nathan Hill: he wrote The Nix a few years back and that was also great, he has a very light and funny style even as he's tackling like. Grief and trauma. Wellness is basically about a married couple in a rough spot, examining them both, how they came to be who they are, the way your past shapes you even if you don't know it, and who they try to be for one another. Maybe halfway through the story there is a silly little anecdote that later came back and made me cry because it was so lovely and paid off so well. Definitely recommend.

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*me who woke up at 6am just got home from school*

Hiiiii !

Let's go for mom and son bonding

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When she was younger Gabriella, Taka's mom, always wanted a daughter and not for the "oh yeah she will be calmer" or stuff like that. It was a very specific reason. She wanted her daughter to wear her wedding dress, the same one her own mother got married in. (At least for the ceremony, like i said she is Christian.)

When she got married to Takaaki, she was alredy pregnant, her mother didn't really care about that though, after all she had her first baby out of wedlock too. She was just happy to have her kids after so many years of dreaming of it.

When they learned that her baby wasn't a girl, she was sad but she was conforted by the Idea that her baby boy may get a girlfriend one day and that she could maybe talk her into that ! It was genius idea !

She watched her kid grow not really thinking too much into Taka's friendship, but still keeping an eyes over it.

But now, she is gonna watch her baby get married to a man. A manly one out of that. No way she could get any of them to do her idea... Don't get her wrong ! She was happy for her niño precioso's wedding ! She just wished her dream could have become truth.

She mentioned it. Once or twice to Taka but she never though he remmember, how wrong of her.

Because on his side Taka was getting ready after the ceremony, helped by Aoi, Kyoko, and Sayaka to put on his mother old wedding dress. Sure he was a bit embarassed but with Sayaka it wasn't the first time he wore a dress and to be honest... He just wanted to do something nice for his mom, she always supported him in everything he did.

"And it would be a nice surprise for Mondo" Aoi had said, yes. I guess that is point to count. A little bonus. Just a little though. Even if Kirigiri is smirking slightly at his word.

So here he was walking back into the reception, and before Mondo could stutter even a word his mom trew herself at him, crying and thanking him for his beautiful gift.

Kiyondo, who wasn't on the surprise, first grumbled that he could have helped Taka with the dress himself but then started to embarassed and making hum hum sus remarques

He mostly told to keep the "kinky stuff" in their bedroom and "to not rub their weird shit in their face". What a great brother.

And Takaaki on the other who just got over the fact that Taka was married, cried even more when he saw his son, looking so similar from his ex wife and so perfect. What an emotional guy <33

(Bonus with Takemichi, Daiya and Mondo !!)

While Takemichi was quietly congratualiting Taka on his wedding and complimenting him on his dress, Daiya on the other hand was BAWLING his eyes out of laughter, not against Taka, but against his little brother who was very VERY happy to see Taka (if you know what i mean)

(is it bad for me to make so many dirty joke ? Probably. Btw they had a more "western" like wedding before doing a more traditional japaness wedding. To respect both Takas' mom's family and Idhimondo's family)

STOOOOPPPP, THIS IS SO CUTEEEE!! Fjdbe, Mondo was very happy to see Taka. *wiggles eyebrows* I love this. And Taka wearing his mom's dress is just AWWWWWW <333333

We're definitely gonna need a towel or bucket at the ready for Takaaki's tears LMAO. And a wet floor sign, too LMAO. He's so emotional and me fr. And of course Kiyondo would make some very uhm...interesting remarks and comments. The girls helping him is just cute. Daiya over here embarrassing his younger brother is so funny LMAO. Even on his lil' bro's wedding, he's even got to embarrass him on his very visible...excitement.

[lover-praxis]

BOOKS I READ IN 2023

in rough chronological order, not including re-reads '*' indicates absolute favorite reads of the year

the castle of otranto - horace walpole

northanger abbey - jane austen

white is for witching - helen oyeyemi

carmilla - j. sheridan le fanu, ed. carmen maria machado*

long way down - jason reynolds

in the dream house - carmen maria machado

king of scars - leigh bardugo

rule of wolves - leigh bardugo

lolita - vladimir nabokov

my year of rest and relaxation - ottessa moshfegh

this is how you lose the time war - max gladstone, amal el-mohtar

the duke and i - julia quinn

the viscount who loved me - julia quinn

an offer from a gentleman - julia quinn

romancing mister bridgerton - julia quinn

to sir phillip, with love - julia quinn

when he was wicked - julia quinn

it's in his kiss - julia quinn

on the way to the wedding - julia quinn

five days at memorial: life and death in a storm-ravaged hospital - sheri fink

rebecca - daphne du maurier*

the idiot - elif batuman*

tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow - gabrielle zevin*

red, white, & royal blue - casey mcquiston*

a good girl's guide to murder - holly jackson

good girl, bad blood - holly jackson

as good as dead - holly jackson

precious and adored: the love letters of rose cleveland and evangeline simpson whipple, 1890-1918*

the customized body - ted polhemus

evening crowd at kirmser's: a gay life in the 1940s - ricardo j. brown

what is sexual capital? - dana kaplan, eva illouz

villette - charlotte bronte*

the metamorphosis - franz kafka

the dangers of smoking in bed - mariana enriquez

earthlings - sayaka murata

i who have never known men - jacqueline harpman

tender is the flesh - agustina bazterrica

fight club - chuck palahniuk

jillian - halle butler*

paradais - fernanda melchor

notes:

the first six books i read for my gothic english class

i specifically recommend the machado version of carmilla :)

i'm extremely funny for reading the entire bridgerton series this summer

it makes the strong of four favorite books i finished right after that even funnier

29-31 i read for my folklore & sexuality class

i read the last five books in one week to get to my reading goal of 40 books

i re-read all of sab/soc/kos (after reading kos and row for the first time this year) twice over. re-read the entire hunger games trilogy twice over and tbosas once. read rwrb and then re-read it the next week in preparation for the film release.

[sunflower1experiment]

KakeGuri reader (who’s like Mobaima) x Danganronpa

Slight//nsfw

Taka

When he first met you, well you and Byakuya got along very well. Celeste even took a small liking for you but you however dug at her with an occasional flirty remark. “I can’t help but tell the ugly truth queen of liars…I like moral compasses..” your eyes focus on Taka, “Right Taka?”

He was flustered at your remarks and strong passion towards gambling and fish tanks. “Mondo, get in the fish tank.” You and Mondo were friends, even if you both always acted mean. It’s like with you and Celeste, she loves hanging with you but you both always dig at each other during gambling sessions.

Until one day you went missing. A woman in a mask appeared, “(Y/N) Mobaima is dead…her corpse was not found..” Monokuma was even convinced that you died from one of his bombs or maybe incinerated yourself but Taka went to your fish tank and found a ruffled cuff in the water. “Guys! Look.”

The trial was quite hectic, the masked woman kept getting questioned so much she practically deflected all of the questions with a question or something unnerving to Taka. “Well if you all don’t know how she died then-“

“Actually.” The girl took her mask off and smirks. There you were, “I had to play a small gambling match with monokuma, he said there had to be a body from me if he kept the motives at bay. Sadly it meant a trial and finding out if I faked it or not.” You then lean in, “Sadly he failed.”

After the said trial. Taka immediately scolded you, “You could’ve died! Been executed! You-“ “I didn’t want to kill anyone, I really care for you all…he wants us to despair and- after Leon and Sayaka’s death well I’ve been quite filled with this despair.”

He just hugged you, ever since then that’s all it’s been. His arm around your waist or you’d carefully hold his hand.

That was the day you and him found out you both were touch starved: even though you always had Celeste and Chihiro lay on your chest all the time. Taka occasionally gave you the angry puppy eyes to which your response was: him laying on your chest, lap or You’d sit on his lap and hug him. “You and I shall be touch starved together.”

Byakuya

“You really think You’re special because you’re some heir….go on…explain to me why you’re special.” You smile demeaningly at Byakuya. “Come on come on~” you waved your hand whilst he glared, “Go on go on.” The male ignored you. “Ah…guess the cat got his tongue, the only thing that keeps him going is words.”

You both are part of an arrangement: your family wanted the Togami corp to bind and become one so of course you two knew one another during the game, you had no choice.

Respectfully he treated you like any rich person in an arrangement, with little to no respect. Neither did you: his pompous personality, your careless attitude and fascination towards gambling, his smart and Logic behavior…you actually had a small liking towards him.

“Ohh whahahaha? You won’t participate in this game or acknowledge the motive? Why so?” You chuckle, “Monokuma think of it like this: I value people who fascinate me…not some game that just gambles on lives. Quite boring for me.” Byakuya glared, “You’re implying on gambling with Monokuma!?” You chuckle, “Not at all my love.”

The word “my love” ticks him off, you know that: but you say it anyway and even in front of Toko, a few times she tries to berate you but your compliments end up overwhelming her. “Toko maybe once this game ends you can have Togami all to yourself…in exchange I get to read your books.” Byakuya intervened as soon as those words escapes your lips. “That won’t be necessary, you and I are to be wedded.”

Does he get jealous? Yes he gets jealous of you being a bi icon towards others: the way you hold Makoto and Hina then compliment Kyoko, it irritates his soul.

“How come you rarely hold me?” You quirk an eyebrow whilst reading a book, “….Would you like to be held?” He blushed. “Ugh never mind you just love to play dumb-Gh!” You carefully grab his shoulders then pin him down whilst keeping your eyes on Byakuya. “You and I are opposites, my family like you and so do I.”

First kiss? It was on the library floor. You kissed him dead on the lips then left the male alone to his thoughts, after that his respect towards you slightly went up…even though he tries to make you mad but it always fails because your anger is literally you being extra happy. “Byakuya, you angering me is like giving a pup belly rubs…refrain from it. It’s embarrassing.” Once again you kissed him on the cheek then walked away. “…..I love that monarch.” Everyone paused. “You literally just tried to get her angry?” “And?” “…..You guys are the most abusive couple ever.”

It’s not abuse, it’s a hate love relationship and he always hugs you in secret. Occasionally when you do feel down which is quite ironic because he’s usually the annoyed one you have to comfort. Him comforting you is something that annoys your soul, he’ll offer some tea and then he’ll tell you to stay strong until you just make a cruel remark and he’ll let you lay on his chest. “Shut up and don’t ever mention this to anyone.” He’ll grumble whilst you giggle mischievously.

Mikan

Tmw you both accidentally become the definition of fan service without being fan service: so whenever she falls you’d purposely fall with her or you’d catch her by the waist and rub her hair.

Sleeping together is a go, you hold her waist, or thighs and she’ll hug your upper body. As for the trials and motives, you got angry at Nagito once on account to the first trial and practically ignored him until Hajime or Mikan asked you to acknowledge his presence.

Mikan is gentle towards you and can easily read your expressions. Which is why you always call her your “Angelic Nurse.” She loves this nickname more than anything: “I’m glad you do.”

Sometimes whenever you both bathe together you occasionally wash her hair whilst she sang a lullaby happily. “I love your voice.” “Th-Thanks (Y-Y/N.”

Her kisses are the best, you’d give a slight puppy eyes then hum when her lips make contact with yours or your face. “Mikan~” you call with lip gloss. “Would you mind if I did your lips.” Oh dear…

The hatred some of the others have towards your gawking of Mikan is at a 40% mainly Hiyoko and Gundham…sometimes Kazuichi because he envies you whilst Teruteru just supports the both of you. He’s more respectful than those three- and he’s a pervert sometimes!!!

“My fish tank is like humanity. All everyone does is eat each other alive.” Mikan loved to hear your quotes and poems. “One shall glide along the water and they sink deep…enveloped in the darkness of death.” She claps, “Bravo. Bravo.”

Relationship goals: You and Mikan asked Teruteru to make you both some funnel cakes and a nice drink, you both shared the food and drank the milkshake together.

Teruteru

“COMINGGGG!” Watching him run and ask what you’d like was quite the delight. Now, why were you studying the male whilst he happily cooked? “I find him fascinating…”

You confronted him and offered a hand. “Be my personal chef. My family could use one, and I’ll be sure that your mother and your diner become famous…” Woo…did you not realize your beautiful choice.

When you went to the diner your gaze went soft at the sight of his mother. She chuckles: “You must be the Mobaima girl Teruteru mentioned.” Bowing politely you nod, “I hope I didn’t intrude. I just wish to ask of something…may I have Hanamura as my future husband?” Teruteru bewrly choked on air whilst his mother gasped. “Teruteru you’re going to marry (Y/N) Mobaima!?” You look at him then at an old picture of him and smile. “…Teru never told me he changed his hair.”

The way you gave him the look of adoration, his mom knew you were perfect. Her blessings were already given but how could anyone not like her precious Hanamura? (You should see him at school) you thought whilst his face was practically red.

Now onto the school: his pervert remarks when you both first met led to you speed walking after him a few times and then whenever he aimed it at the others you’d drag him away. Even after you both got together he didn’t lay off- well that’s a lie he respectfully laid off of everyone else and came for you. Of course he was respectfully of consent, he just always had a flirt to say. “Well darling since we both are together maybe it’s about time we get more…..comfortable with our physical affections~.” Silence. “So you want me to step on you?” He grins. “I’d thank you.” You start laughing. “Hanamura!!”

Kisses on the cheek, kisses on the lips: from him…. You literally licked his head once and then showed your affection by kissing his hand. Everyone was offering you a therapist causing Hanamura to get annoyed.

Okay but guess who’s a cuddler? He is, you struggle with this and it leads to him pressing his face in between your chests. “No worries my love, I’ll just keep us warm and comfortable.” Silence. “…..Does cuddling involve us burying our faces into one another’s arms.” “Nope just me.”

Ryoma Hoshi

At the school he found you being harassed, for money and your looks. But the reality of it was you ticked off a group of people and he witnessed you being pinned to the wall. Until you spoke, “You all are easy to manipulate….” Suddenly your eyes gleam. “What if I bought your eye and nails for three million yen?” This caused everyone to back away whilst you held their faces. “Maybe you could feed my fish tank~?”

Meeting you was strange, you practically treated him like an adult which shocked him. “When I was a child, I immediately got turned into an adult- mentally. With the acts of gambling…” he curiously tilts his head. “Same here kiddo.” You squat down to his level, “…We’re the same age dear.”

Now dating Ryoma. Your practically well known for your family name and your old school “Ara Ara?” You lean into Ryoma’s arms before hugging him. “My sweet handsome boyfriend shall be my gambling lover? Of course, I accept.”

You have a bad habit of claiming people, on account to you claiming him you also claimed his hat….his love of course.

Slight Nsfw but on some occasions he finds you asleep with only undergarments on and nothing else. The male would blush and cover you up but you’d hug him close to your chest, “Mine.” He’s t trying to stay calm but honestly: he’s dying.

Showers together, not at all. No, he did peek in on you by accident so in response you showered….him in kisses. Physical affection isn’t a strong suite for the male so you just wash his hair and then cuddle up to the male.

“Hey babe….” You hum, “….Do you mind if we gambled together?” In a heart racing instant you held his hand. “Of course my handsome Tennis pro.”

Kaede

Your eyes watched her, she blushed and averts her gaze until your hand smacked the table. “I find you fascinating.”

Ever since then it’s always you two, you did her hair. Of course she hung out with other people: but when it came to you she’d have fun playing piano for you.

She’s your little piano queen: a few times however people have tried picking on her to which you’d ridiculed and even mortified the bullies till they felt nothing but shame. Kokichi even admired your protective energy, then again you did practically take him in as your brother.

The day Kaede confessed was during a piano concert and she played a song specifically for you. “How sweet.” Kirumi tears up, “Indeed. I absolutely love that amazing girl.”

She has an ahoge on her head…you’ve combed that Joker down and it would go back up immediately. So you just did her hair nicely then chuckle when her little cowlick turned into a heart. “Thanks Muffin cake.”

Nicknames: “My queen, cupcake, piano, my pink Diamond.” Her nicknames for you: Gambler! Fish tank! Angel fish! Coral, or she’d call you her muffin cake.

[kenganparadise]

So since you've done those lovely proposal HCs, could we please get wedding HCs for Wakatsuki, Kanoh, Takayama (since you like him), and Seki? Who (if any) has the giant, blowout wedding, who just goes to courthouse, who wants a simple wedding but their friends/family turn it into a P A R T Y, etc? Those are just some thoughts, you don't have to write those scenarios.

Thank you for all the writing that you do. You're keeping the fandom alive while we wait for season three to never come out!

Thank you so much for sending me a request!! I hope you enjoy! I really hope we get another season!!

Wakatsuki, Agito, Takayama, and Seki wedding HCs-

Wakatsuki-

• it’s a very private and wholesome wedding. He and his S/O have their wedding probably in their backyard or in a beautiful forest or garden.

• Wakatsuki would like to keep it private. Only a couple of his closest friends and family are invited. Wakatsuki dresses in a black tuxedo.

• Wakatsuki chokes seeing his bride/groom for the first time. He holds back tears throughout the whole ceremony.

• He wants to to remain calm and laid back. It’s a very very very loving affair. Sekibayashi and Cosmo sob like babies. Seki needs a tissue box because he is going to be a crying mess.

• of course their friends try to turn it into a party. Ahem Sekibayashi. Wakatsuki dances with his S/O the whole night.

Agito-

• He actually wants it to be very very private. Just a select few can join. Metsudo is there. Also a few of Agito’s close friends- maybe Okubo.

• Metsudo sheds a few tears. Okubo SOBS. You can hear him sniffling throughout the whole service.

• Agito chokes up halfway though reading his vows. His chin trembles and his lips twitch, but he manages to say the rest of his promises with a strong voice.

• The reception is just a private dinner party with music. Sayaka steals Agito’s bride/groom for a dance. Agito himself isn’t much of a dancer so he’ll watch from the sidelines. It turns into a small party.

• At the end of the night Agito is sleepy and Invites his bride/groom to come home with him. He had fun- he will hold the memory of his wedding in his heart forever.

Takayama-

• He wants a very quiet very private wedding in the courthouse. He invites Metsudo, Omori, Retsudo, Sayaka and his best man is J. Maybe Agito if the two are on good terms at the moment.

• Very small and private. He wants it quick and simple. Afterwards he doesn’t really want a party, but if his S/O does he will oblige them.

• Please don’t expect this man to dance, he might slow dance with his S/O but that’s it.

• He and his S/O’s honeymoon is right after. They’re going on a huge vacation.

• Takayama looks at the ring on his finger with loving eyes. He is finally happy to share his life with his S/O. He finally feels completed.

Seki-

• Oh god. This wedding is a PARTY from start to finish. All the people from SJPW, Seki was raised by his grandma, so he invites her (if she’s still alive that is) and the family he has left. He also invites all his friends from the Kengan association.

• Haruo or Wakatsuki is his best man. Everyone is dressed in nice clothing for a change- though Seki has the SJPW logo embroidered into his suit.

• Seki cries throughout the whole ceremony. He’s gotta have tissues close by because he a blubbering and sobbing mess. He barely chokes his vows out.

• The reception is massive and a wild party. Lots of dancing, singing, drinking, and partying. There’s an open bar, mechanical bull, and karaoke contest.

• by the end of the night everyone is beyond exhausted. Seki goes home with his bride/groom for a good nights sleep.

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Habanero

You're a good girl, well behaved.

Absolutely not the type to rail random guys in nightclubs.

Until you are.

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader, eventual polyamorous Erasermic x Reader

Rating: Explicit. Minors BE GONE

Trigger Warnings: None in this chapter.

AO3: Here | Want to support me? I have a Kofi

Chapter: 1/16 (all chapters)

“Oh my g-“ You whined, tightening your grip on the sink. “Harder, I’m gonna…”

You caught your reflection in the bathroom mirror as you came undone; took in your smudged makeup and disheveled hair.

Pleasure rippled through you and you moaned into it, pushing yourself back onto the stranger’s dick and taking as much of him in as humanly possible. You could feel every inch of him and he groaned at the feel of you tightening around him.

“Oh f-“ You murmured, holding onto the sink and grinding yourself against your lover in time to the spasms of your body.

You were so overwhelmed by the sensation that you lost all coherency, body acting of its own accord. Your lover sucked in a single breath as he continued to fuck you and you could do little else but stare at your shoes.

You were doing this.

You were doing him . In a bathroom, no less.

How on earth had you gotten yourself into this situation?

━

Whenever you looked back over the course of your life, one detail stood out far more prominently than the others.

You were a good girl.

You had never broken the law, had always adhered to the proper dress code, had never had a filling or broken a bone. You could, and very often did, define yourself by the roads you had never dreamed of taking and the decisions you had never made.

Never was it more obvious than the day you suffered your first real heartbreak. 

You had followed the rules carefully; had dressed respectably for every date; had taken care to listen to your boyfriend’s every problem. You’d learned to cook his favorite meal; had faked more orgasms than you could count to feed his ego.

You were sure you would marry that man and had mentally mapped out your next five years. You would have a simple ceremony and a child one year later, then another two years after the first. You’d named them in your imagination and frequently lapsed into daydreams about your future perfect life.

On your fifth anniversary he took you to dinner and you could barely hide your excitement. You knew he had been keeping something from you and you were so sure he was going to propose. You put on your best dress and favourite heels and spent an hour on your makeup and hair. This night was going to be perfect and your stomach fluttered as he reached for your hands across the table.

“(Name),” he said, squeezing your hands in his, “I’ve been thinking about our future.”

“Me too,” you said, squeezing back, willing yourself to hold it together. You wanted this moment to be so perfect and romantic that you would repeat it over and over to your future children and grandchildren. “I’m so happy we’re on the same page.”

“It’s been on my mind for a long time,” he said, smiling softly. “I’ve enjoyed all of our time together, but I think we need to move forwards.”

All you could think about was your future children; the length of their eyelashes and warmth of their hugs. You could almost smell the flowers in your wedding bouquet.

“I just...I think we’ve had a lot of fun together,” he said, “but I’m scared that if we stay like this we’ll fall into a rut. I don’t want to be married with a bunch of kids before I’m forty.”

And just like that, your stomach fell through the floor.

“Wait, w-what are you talking about?”

You snatched your hands from his, heart racing. Was this some sort of joke? You had shopped together for a new mattress only two days before. You glanced around the restaurant, looking for cameras or any sign that this was staged. If it was a prank, it was cruel.

“(Name), it’s not that I don’t love you, it’s just that, well… you’re like...how do I put this…”

He scratched his chin, searching for the right thing to say, even as your eyes filled with tears.

“You’re vanilla,” he said, “you’re safe, and sweet… but we’re still young and I keep thinking that I might want to try habanero or cayenne.”

“You think I’m...boring?” the words left your lips as a whisper and, while his reaction was to instantly reach out to you and apologise, the damage was already done.

“I can be habanero,” you said before you realised it. “I can be whatever you want me to be.”

“I know,” he said, “and that’s the problem.”

━

That night you stood in your shower for almost three quarters of an hour, staring into space as the water soaked you through. 

His words circled your brain like vultures. 

Vanilla. 

He thought you were vanilla. Perhaps the worst part was that you could not disagree.

It haunted your every action for the following week. All you saw when you got ready for work was your simple wardrobe and comfortable shoes. 

You were a good girl, mild mannered and meek, and everyone seemed to have noticed before you.

Shock made way for despair. Despair turned to denial and denial quickly turned to anger. You hated your ex boyfriend almost as much as you hated yourself, scouring your apartment for everything he had ever touched.

It didn’t take long for your friends to get worried about you. Normally you were all too busy to constantly check in on the group chat you shared, but since the breakup everyone had something to say.

However kind they might have been to spare your feelings, they genuinely did seem surprised that you had broken up. You had been a couple since your college graduation and one of the only constants in the past few years as everyone’s lives took different directions. 

As was to be expected, your friends had multiple different opinions on suitable coping mechanisms. Yuiko came over with food; Hana brought wine. Sayaka called you every evening to trash talk your ex.

Then there was Rei. 

Rei was the most boisterous member of your friend group, full to the brim with the kind of self confidence that was obnoxious on other people, yet suited her perfectly. Her reaction to the breakup was not to hand you tissues. She posted exactly one message to the group chat and it had haunted you ever since.

To get over one dude… you gotta get under another ;)

You had known Rei for years and never once taken her advice, but something about that statement stuck with you. You would never have come up with such an idea on your own and it left you blushing a bright scarlet. Rebound sex was not something girls like you did, which was exactly why you had to do it.

“I’ll show you vanilla,” you muttered as you put on another layer of red lipstick and pulled your dress just a little lower to tease the lace of your bra.

━

You met up with your friends at Ego , a nightclub you had heard a great deal about, though never actually gone to. You had never had any reason to; you already had a long term partner and didn’t enjoy the idea of dancing in full view of strange men. 

You wondered if you’d made a mistake even as you took a seat at one of the tables. 

“Any lookers?”

You glanced around the room, trying to make out faces in the darkness.

“I…” you said. “I…”

You swallowed hard, feeling more than a little overwhelmed.

“I’ll get the next round!”

You thought that by going to fetch another round of drinks, you would be able to catch your breath and avoid drawing copious amounts of attention to yourself. You’d never spent much time at nightclubs, though, and realised your mistake once you got within twenty feet of the bar. 

Dozens of people in various states of intoxication crowded it, packed like sardines and all trying to get the attention of the bartender. You took a deep breath and took a step into the crowd, only for someone closer to the front to move and send a wave of movement through everyone else. Someone’s shoulder caught you in the chest, leaving you even further back than you had been before. 

Normally you were too polite to even contemplate shoving your way through a crowd, but tonight you weren’t yourself. You took a deep breath and put your weight into your shoulders, pushing against the others as forcefully as you could without actually hurting anyone.

At first you seemed to be making progress, though you soon regretted your decisions. As you got within a few paces of the bar, a guy in front of you slipped, the numerous drinks in his hands heading for your face.

Before they could make contact, however, someone reached for your wrist and yanked you towards the bar,  out of the line of fire. The drinks hit other partygoers and they cried out in shock; the glasses shattered as they hit the floor. You, however, remained untouched.

“Th-thank you,” you stammered, turning to your saviour. 

He was tall and lanky, with black hair tied back from his face in a ponytail. He wore a black shirt, black pants, black shoes- a complete contrast to the Blue Hawaiian in his hand.

“Don’t mention it,” he said, looking away from you and taking an indifferent sip of his drink.

The bartender was in the middle of clearing the shattered glass from the floor and so you waited in an awkward sort of silence, finally turning back to the man who had saved you.

“You look as happy to be here as I am,” you said. He looked the type to sit in shady bars with three fingers of whisky, not dance with inebriated strangers, which Ego was better known for.

“Wasn’t my decision,” he said. “Someone’s gotta babysit.”

He pointed towards the dancefloor, where a small group of people danced along to the beat. You couldn’t make out most of their faces, except for one, and you were sure your eyes were deceiving you.

“Is that...Present Mic?”

The stranger followed your gaze, to the man with more than a passing resemblance, who was currently wiggling his hips in time to the beat.

“Him? Nah. I don’t know him.”

“But he’s waving to you,” you said, as the man who looked like Present Mic waved his arms over his head and shouted something in your general direction. You couldn’t hear him over the music and the stranger next to you pointedly turned in the opposite direction, taking a long sip of his drink.

You had been so nervous about approaching strangers. Rei had made it seem so easy- merging into a group and catching someone’s eye. You had always had a boyfriend and never possessed the easy confidence of your friends. It was strangely reassuring that speaking to this man came almost naturally.

“My name’s (Name),” you said. “Listen, you really saved me there...this dress is hand wash only.”

“Shouta,” said the stranger. “My name is Shouta.”

“C-can I get you a drink or something? I really owe you one.”

You realised after saying it that he wasn’t even halfway through the drink in his hand.

“You don’t owe me anything,” he said. “It wasn’t anything special.”

He picked the pineapple from his drink and chewed at it thoughtfully.

“Listen,” he said, “I don’t like playing games. What is it you want?”

You were tongue tied, mortified at being caught out so quickly. You fought to keep your composure.

Under ordinary circumstances, you would have stammered some sort of apology or explanation, but tonight you weren’t you and there was no point in denying that you had an ulterior motive.

“Fine,” you said, gathering your nerves. “Do you want to go somewhere more...private?”

You cringed the moment it left your lips, suddenly all too aware of how forward you were being. You couldn’t believe you’d all but thrown yourself at the first guy you saw. What was wrong with you?

He climbed down off the stool he had been sitting on, taking one final sip of his drink.

“Let’s go.”

━

And so it was that you wound up in the nightclub washroom, back against the door and Shouta’s lips on yours.

You had half-heartedly discussed with your friends what to do on the off chance you found someone. You were to post to the group chat with a photograph of you and whoever you left with. You hadn’t expected to leave with anyone, much less decided on where you would go if you did.

You would never have guessed that you would wind up in a washroom, with the door sealed shut behind you. Shouta crushed his lips against yours, one hand pressed against the door, the other on your waist.

Your heart raced, heat rushing through you and pooling in your core.

“Say,” said Shouta, lowering his hand and running a thumb over your lips, “you sure you want this? Right here, right now?”

You moved before you realised what you were doing, opening your mouth and running your tongue over his thumb, looking him dead in the eyes as you wrapped your lips around it.

He hadn’t expected it, but seemed to approve, for he smiled, pulling away and dragging you into another crushing kiss. One hand he positioned above your head; the other grabbed at your clothes, pulling down your dress to expose your bra before heading south.

He lifted your skirt, slipping his fingers into your underwear. You gasped as you felt his hand against your folds, planting your own hand against the door to brace yourself. He caught your eye, tracing a finger around your clit before slowly sinking it deep into you. You reached for his shoulders, hooking one leg around his waist and pushing your lips against his. You pulled him tighter and tighter as he pushed his finger in and out of you, dragging at his shirt and belt. 

He squeezed in a second finger and you bucked your hips into his touches.

As if in response, he pulled his fingers out of you and ran them over your clit- the warmth and wetness sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. You had never felt this way before; this man was as good as a stranger, yet you wanted him so very badly. You had never felt this kind of desire before, never known how it felt to have such a growing pressure inside of you. 

“Please,” you moaned into his mouth, not knowing exactly what you were begging him for. “Please—-"

“Come here,” Shouta growled, pulling you towards him and then across to the sink. You caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, unkempt and wide eyed- a complete transformation from when you stepped out of the house.

You watched through the mirror as Shouta unfastened his belt and fly, lowering his pants low enough to give you a clear view of his hardened dick. He was far more muscular than his skinny physique let on, with a deep scar beneath his belly button. 

You were trembling from need, squeezing your legs together to try and fill the void his fingers had left. He smirked and walked towards you, taking hold of your hips and slowly, almost torturously slowly, pushing himself into you. 

He was bigger than you expected and you gasped at the feel of yourself stretching to accommodate him. He stopped in place, waiting for you to push back against him before pushing in further. At first his pace was slow, inching in only a little at a time, teasing an increasingly sensitive spot deep inside of you. 

“Faster,” you whined, digging your nails into your palms at the pressure inside of you. It was overwhelming your every sense, a coil winding tighter and tighter with every touch. “Please...please…”

He slapped your ass and drove in deeper.

This new pace was faster, his hips slamming into yours with such force that it sent you barreling forwards across the sink. You clung on for dear life, taking in the wet sounds as your bodies clashed; Shouta’s groans of pleasure and exertion.

“Oh my g-“ You whined, tightening your grip on the sink. “Harder, I’m gonna…”

You caught your reflection in the bathroom mirror as you came undone; took in your smudged makeup and disheveled hair.

Pleasure rippled through you and you moaned into it, pushing yourself back onto Shouta’s dick and taking as much of him in as humanly possible. You could feel every inch of him and he groaned at the feel of you tightening around him.

“Oh f-“ You murmured, holding onto the sink and grinding yourself against him in time to the spasms of your body.

You were so overwhelmed by the sensation that you lost all coherency, body acting of its own accord. He sucked in a single breath as he continued to fuck you and you could do little else but stare at your shoes.

You were doing this.

You were doing him . In a bathroom, no less.

He gathered your hair with one hand and pulled backwards, arching your back as he fucked you even harder. He was getting close and you could tell; his thrusts were getting erratic and the hand that squeezed your hip was so tight that it left bruises later.

“(Name),” he said, raspiness of his voice betraying his desperation, “where would you like me to...cum”

He groaned and you blushed a bright red.

“In...inside me,” you murmured, the depravity of it all too clear. This was a man you didn’t know; you were risking pregnancy and worse.

In that moment, though, it only added to the appeal.

Shouta pulled you even closer, slowing right down to an almost painfully slow rhythm. He held you in place as he came and gasped for air; the heat of his breath leaving goosebumps against your skin.

You could feel him twitching inside of you, his warmth dripping from you as he pulled out. 

You took a deep breath and stood up straight, Shouta letting go of you to pull up his pants. He rinsed his hands under the tap and splashed cold water on his face before grabbing a pile of paper towels.

“I’ll guard the door,” he said, motioning towards the same door he had pinned you against only a short time ago. “Knock when you’re ready.”

“Oh,” you said, watching him leave, “okay.”

For the first time all night, you were alone, the nightclub music in the background your only clue to your surroundings.

You walked towards the sink and took in your bedraggled appearance-bra on full display and cum on your thighs.

You couldn’t believe you were thinking it, but Rei was right. For the first time in weeks you weren’t thinking about the ex. For the first time in years you weren’t thinking about anything.

Habanero, you thought as you switched on the tap. 

This was how it felt to be habanero.

━

6 Months Later

You were still a good girl. 

That said, you no longer followed the safe roads. Not so long ago, you believed that your breakup was the end of everything, but it had actually been a new beginning.

Two months after the night at Ego , you cut your hair and quit your job. You had been there since graduation and your colleagues were more than a little desperate for you to stay. You had taken on the workload of about seven of eight people while earning only a pittance for a salary.

You had a new job now; something fresh and exciting and challenging to boot. It made you nervous, but that feeling only spurred you on.

You’d never been to UA before and it was much bigger in person. You could already tell you were going to get lost and found yourself grateful that the Principal had taken it upon himself to show you around.

“These are the first year homerooms,” he said, pointing out the doors on your left and right. “1-A and 1-B. I hope you pardon my presumptuousness, but I thought it might be useful to have you shadow one of our homeroom teachers for a couple of hours...get a feel for our curriculum and the kinds of students you’ll be working with.”

“That would be wonderful,” you said, eager to take notes.

“Wait here,” said Principal Nezu, “I’ll be right back.”

He knocked on one of the doors and stepped inside, presumably to fetch the teacher.

When he returned, it took everything in your power to stop your jaw from hitting the floor.

It was him, and he was just as shocked to see you.

“Professor Aizawa,” said Principal Nezu, “this is (Name), our new guidance counsellor.”

He glanced from you to Shouta, taking in your identical expressions.

“Oh… do you know one another?”

[solarmoonecilpse]

Danganronpa actor au as things my class did.

Sayaka: There was one time on zoom where half of the class was arguing whether ice was chewy or crunchy. 

Leon: The class pet was a wasp named Mr. Fredrick Myers, and when he died everyone bought something from Fred Myers.

Keade: One of the girls was allergic to dairy so she couldnt have the ceral with milk, so she had it with water. We didnt talk to her for three days.

Aoi: Same girl was doing the water cereal again, so we made he laugh and she snorted water at half of the table. 

Toko: Holding a wedding for two bees.

Taka: Holding a funeral for a bee.

Byakuya: making a family tree for said bees based off of scooby-doo. 

junko: screamed ‘fuck yeah!’ after winning a kahoot game. we were in fifth grade.

Kaito: Playing ping pong during school announcements. 

Maki: Making a plan to raid Fred Myers for a bee named Mr. Fredrick Myers

Chihiro: ran into a grill and got a scar on their nose because of it.

Hiro: Sold candy in a locker and im like 90% sure they will be a drug dealer.

Byakuya's dad ig: Made a google docs to start drama, ended up outing me to the entire class without me knowing.

Tsumugi: Brought in a anime poster and gave it for me for free. Still have it. Have zero idea who they are.

Hiyoko: Stabbed a gummy bear on a stick and burnt it as an offering.

Nagito: (jokingly) accused people of being gummy racist.

[goji-pilled]

MK-S: Multiple Homuras from the multiverse bar show up to the wedding as well…however, due to either the need for secrecy, a quirk of how them exiting into a now loop free timeline while still bound to their own loops, or because they know a few dozen (or few hundred) Homuras may mess up the atmosphere, they only show up for a single moment in frozen time. (Phil may be helping to make this moment happen, no time pun intended but I’m definitely tucking that use of “this moment” away for the future.) Klarissa and local Homura are the only ones who can really interact with the other Homuras. And Homura definitely used some of their embarrassing Mami, Kyoko, Sayaka stories after they left and the wedding resumed.

MK-S: It’s interesting to me that Mami, Kyoko, Homura, and Yuma would be in more danger from a regular thief than from a Yakuza assassin. The assassin doesn’t know about magical girls, or the soul gem weak point and it’s 100 meter rule. Neither does a thief, but their target is the gem itself. Arguably makes it worse, as a thief doesn’t know he’s attempting murder/kidnapping.

Aw. That's kind of sweet actually.... Even if it's just for a short amount of time, I think the Homuras getting to see their friends, the people they care so much about, happy would be great....

BUT HUH. YEAH. I feel like that'd be too much of a danger though so that Kyubey might actually deal with that by making soul gems sensitive enough that -even when they sleep- a magical can immediatly tell when someone's touching her gem without permission.

Even if the stupid Incubator doesn't care whether they live or die, he does want them to turn into witches in the best case scenario and they can't exactly do that when their soul gems are away from their bodies like that

[emiefaunwrites]

I wonder what Sayaka and Leon's relationship is like? Because you mentioned how in school Sayaka was jealous of Taka (very briefly) but what about when she gets over that and especially when they're older and both music kids?

Heyyy anon!

Yeah, that's a fair question. I think they'd be friends, you know? Not close friends - I actually see Sayaka and Taka as closer friends (just because of the slight awkwardness that was there between her and Leon). But they'd be friends for sure.

I have to admit - Sayaka is my least favourite character in DR1 (please don't hate - someone has to be the least favourite right?). So I'm sorry to have kept her at a distance from this AU. Let's give her some role now!

Thanks for your ask and I hope you enjoy!

***********************

• Sayaka and Leon had a strange relationship.

• It was pretty obvious to everyone, even Leon, that Sayaka was crushing on him.

• And in the early months, he would flirt back with her just to keep up his 'straight guy' appearance.

• But it wasn't long until Sayaka started seeing Leon's attention going elsewhere - towards a certain hall monitor.

• And as hard as Sayaka tried to get his attention back, he just kept drifting further and further away.

• And when he and Taka ended up together, the bitter grip of jealousy took over.

• She started avoiding them and decided to hang out with Junko and Mukuro.

• It started as a kind of Mean Girl group, but the Sayaka and Mukuro fell for each other.

• And once the jealousy had faded, Sayaka could look at Leon and Taka's relationships with new eyes.

• And she could see just how perfect they were for each other.

• She starts by apologising to Taka (who quite honestly didn't know anything was wrong between them so is totally fine with her).

• They hang out with Hina, Sakura and Mukuro, easing her back into the friendship group.

• And eventually she ends up talking to Leon - both of them apologising for how things went between them.

• Sayaka for acting so forward even though she knew his interests lay elsewhere and trying to come between him and Taka.

• And Leon for using her as a means to keep up his appearance and leading her on.

• From there, it was much smoother sailing.

• They became friends after that, but Sayaka found much more in common with Taka.

• They didn't really speak that much after leaving school - Sayaka'a music career took her all over the world and Leon's decision to follow Taka kept him firmly in Japan.

• But as Leon's own career took flight, Sayaka would often encounter singers that were taught by Leon.

• And the next time she was in Japan, they met up for a coffee to catch up.

• It was nice to see each other - both of them seeing how much they'd matured (particularly Sayaka seeing Leon without his signature goatee!)

• And it was agreed that twice a year, Sayaka would come back to do a workshop for his students.

• He insisted on paying her, but she outright refused.

• The only thing she asked was that he would compose her a ballad - to which he gladly accepted.

• A handful of his students ended up signing to the same label as Sayaka - one of them even landed a duet with her.

• And she OBVIOUSLY sang a song for them at their wedding - and in return, Leon played a piece for her and Mukuro when they got married.

• And once Kei was OBSESSED with her music, Sayaka surprised her for her birthday one year - making the poor girl cry overwhelmed tears!

[charlotteswriting]

;;MASTERLIST;;

Why would you even read my trashy works;; anyway, Ily 🥺💗

Requests are CLOSED 💕

Danganronpa THH;

Characters;

🌼 Makoto Naegi

Makoto with an S/O who degrades themselves (Includes Nagito)

Makoto with a S/O that likes to send wholesome memes (Includes Hajime, Kazuichi, Nagito, Fuyuhiko, Kokichi, Rantaro, Shuichi)

Makoto relationship headcanons

Makoto jealousy headcanons (Includes Izuru and Rantaro)

🌼 Byakuya Togami

Byakuya’s S/O visiting his room to cuddle (Includes Twogami)

🌼 Yasuhiro Hagakure;

Yasuhiro with a S/O who has a fear of balloons (Includes Hajime and Gonta!)

Yasuhiro with a S/O who gets sad after listening to nostalgic songs (Includes Souda, Ryoma and Korekiyo!)

Yasuhiro with a S/O who has ADHD (Includes Kaito)

🌼 Mondo Owada

Mondo with a chubby, autistic S/O (Includes Gundham, Kazuichi and Korekiyo!)

Mondo Finding out his S/O is being bullied

🌼 Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Taka with a S/O that has time-management issues (Includes Hajime and Kiyotaka)

Kiyotaka Relationship Headcanons

🌼 Asahina Aoi

Hina with a Male!S/O who loves action series

🌼 Sayaka Maizono

Sayaka with a Male!S/O who loves action series

🌼 Kyoko Kirigiri

Relationship Headcanons!

Kyoko giving her S/O a quarantine buzzcut (Includes Junko, Miu and Kaede)

🌼 Junko Enoshima

Junko giving her S/O a quarantine buzzcut (Includes Kyoko, Kaede and Miu)

Danganronpa Goodbye Despair

Drv2 cast with a S/O that wears mask

Characters

🌼 Hajime Hinata

Hajime with a S/O who has a fear of balloons (Includes Gonta and Yasuhiro)

Hajime asking his S/O out (Also has Izuru)

Hajime with a Trans!Male S/O (Includes Nagito and Gundham)

Hajime Being Jealous (Includes Kazuichi, Fuyuhiko and Shuichi)

Hajime’s S/O flinching in an argument (Includes Izuru, Nagito)

Hajime Comfort HCs

Hajime with a S/O that likes to send wholesome memes (Includes Makoto, Nagito, Shuichi, Kazuichi, Fuyuhiko, Kokichi, Rantaro)

Hajime with a S/O that has time-management issues (Includes Kiyotaka, Korekiyo)

Hajime with an actor S/O that hides their emotions (Includes Mahiru, Shuichi, Kaede and Rantaro)

Hajime’s S/O comforting him when he found out he’s a “reserve course” student

🌼 Izuru Kamukura

Izuru Relationship Hcs

Izuru’s S/O almost getting murdered in KG

Izuru’s Wedding Day Hcs

Izuru’s S/O flinching in an argument (Includes Hajime, Nagito)

Izuru jealousy headcanons (Includes Makoto and Rantaro)

Izuru with a S/O that fears dark (Includes Fuyuhiko)

🌼 Nagito Komaeda

Nagito with a taller fem!S/O

Nagito’s S/O bringing him breakfast (when he’s tied up)

Nagito comforting his Platonic!S/O

Nagito and Rantaro with a shy!Fem!S/O

Nagito with a Trans!Male S/O (Includes Hajime and Gundham)

Nagito with an S/O who likes Sub Guys (Includes Kazuichi, Shuichi)

Nagito with an S/O who degrades themselves (Includes Makoto)

Nagito’s S/O Flinching in an argument (Includes Hajime, Izuru)

Nagito and Rantaro with a Shy!S/O

Nagito with a S/O that likes to send wholesome memes (Includes Makoto, Hajime, Kazuichi, Fuyuhiko, Rantaro, Shuichi, Kokichi)

Nagito cuddling with his touch starved S/O (Includes Kazuichi, Kokichi, Korekiyo)

Nagito’s S/O taking him to a festival

🌼 Kazuichi Souda

Kazuichi with a chubby, autistic S/O (Includes Gundham, Korekiyo and Mondo

Kazuichi Being Jealous (Includes Hajime, Fuyuhiko and Shuichi)

Kazuichi with an S/O who likes Sub guys (Includes Nagito, Shuichi)

Kazuichi with a S/O that likes to send wholesome memes (Makoto, Hajime, Nagito, Fuyuhiko, Rantaro, Shuichi and Kokichi)

Kazuichi with a S/O who gets sad after listening to nostalgic songs (Includes Yasuhiro, Ryoma and Korekiyo)

Kazuichi cuddling with his touch starved S/O (Includes Nagito, Kokichi, Korekiyo)

🌼 Byakuya Twogami

Twogami’s S/O visiting his cottage to cuddle (Includes Byakuya)

🌼 Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

Fuyuhiko with a very naive S/O that people use them

Fuyuhiko being Jealous (Includes Hajime, Kazuichi and Shuichi)

Fuyuhiko with a S/O that likes to send wholesome memes (Includes Makoto, Hajime, Nagito, Kazuichi, Rantaro, Shuichi, Kokichi)

Fuyuhiko with a S/O that fears dark (Includes Izuru)

🌼 Gundham Tanaka

Gundham with a chubby, autistic S/O (Includes Kazuichi, Korekiyo and Mondo)

Gundham with a Trans!Male S/O (Includes Hajime and Nagito)

Gundham with an always tired S/O

Gundham with an Ultimate Designer S/O that barely rests (Includes Ryoma)

🌼 Chiaki Nanami

Chiaki with a Male!S/O who loves action series

🌼 Akane Owada

Akane with a Male/S/O who loves action series

🌼 Sonia Nevermind

Sonia with a Male!S/O who loves action series

🌼 Mahiru Koizumi

Mahiru with an actor S/O that hides their emotions (Includes Hajime, Shuichi, Kaede and Rantaro)

Danganronpa Killing Harmony

Drv3 cast with a S/O that wears mask

Characters;

🌼 Korekiyo Shinguji

Korekiyo with a chubby, autistic S/O (Includes Gundham, Kazuichi, Mondo)

Korekiyo with a S/O who gets sad after listening to nostalgic songs (Includes Kazuichi, Ryoma and Yasuhiro)

Korekiyo cuddling with his touch starved S/O (Includes Kazuichi, Nagito, Kokichi)

Korekiyo with a S/O that has time-management issues (Hajime, Kiyotaka)

Korekiyo with an Ultimate Knife Collectionist S/O (Includes Kokichi)

🌼 Ryoma Hoshi

Ryoma with a S/O who gets sad after listening to nostalgic songs (Includes Korekiyo, Kazuichi and Yasuhiro)

Ryoma with an Ultimate Designer S/O that barely rests (Includes Gundham)

🌼 Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi with a crush

Shuichi being jealous (Includes Hajime, Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko)

Shuichi with an affectionate S/O

Shuichi with an S/O who likes Sub guys (Includes Nagito, Kazuichi)

Shuichi with an actor S/O that hides their emotions (Includes Hajime, Mahiru, Kaede, Rantaro)

Shuichi with a S/O that likes to send wholesome memes (Includes Makoto, Hajime, Nagito, Rantaro, Kokichi, Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi)

🌼 Rantaro Amami

Rantaro Hurt/Comfort Hcs (Includes Kokichi)

Rantaro and Nagito with a Shy!S/O

Rantaro with a S/O that likes to send wholesome memes (Includes Makoto, Hajime, Nagito Kokichi, Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi)

Rantaro and Nagito with a Shy!Fem!S/O

Rantaro jealousy headcanons (Includes Makoto, Izuru)

Rantaro with an actor S/O that hides their emotions (Includes Hajime, Mahiru, Kaede, Shuichi)

🌼 Tenko Chabashira

Tenko with a new!S/O

🌼 Tsumugi Shirogane

Tsumugi with a Male!S/O who loves action series

🌼 Kaede Akamatsu

Kaede with a Male!S/O who loves action series

Kaede giving her S/O a quarantine buzzcut (Includes Kyoko, Junko and Miu)

Kaede with an actor S/O that hides their emotions (Includes Hajime, Mahiru, Shuichi, Rantaro)

🌼 Miu Iruma

Miu with a S/O who loves action series

Miu giving her S/O a quarantine buzzcut (Includes Kyoko, Junko and Kaede)

🌼 Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta with a S/O who was fear of balloons (Includes Yasuhiro and Hajime)

🌼 Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi with a Yakuza!S/O

Kokichi and his S/O proposing at the same time

Kokichi Hurt/Comfort Hcs (Includes Rantaro)

Kokichi with a S/O that likes to send wholesome memes (Includes Makoto, Hajime, Shuichi, Rantaro, Nagito, Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi)

Kokichi cuddling with his touch starved S/O (Includes Kazuichi, Nagito, Korekiyo)

Kokichi with an Ultimate Knife Collectionist S/O (Includes Korekiyo)

🌼 Kaito Momota

Kaito with a S/O who has ADHD (Includes Yasuhiro)

Mod Kaede 🥺💗

[gorochuva]

OC-tober Day 9: Spice

@oc-growth-and-development

Also abt Day 7: Power (Glory's Element of Spirit), my day be so fine, then BOOM, writer's block

Baby's first lemon/lime fic plz go easy on me-

“You do know none of this really happened to me, right?”

“I know.” Oriko sighed. “I just… thought it would be fun.”

“I’m- sure it would, but… It’s just- you want us to fight for control?”

Oriko chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll get your turn~” Though, in truth, she did lament it a little. She wished she could take both of them at once.

And so, there they were. Tonight was the night. She had even asked to borrow Nero’s dress for the occasion- not that Ritsuka’s Saber really knew exactly what she needed it for. Henry cleared his throat. “Mrs. Jekyll, may I have this dance?”

“Dr. Jekyll, you may have every dance.”

They spun in place for a moment, humming in place of the music. Suddenly, Henry stopped, separating himself from her and doubling over in pain. “Henry, what is it?” Oriko asked, although she didn’t need to. It was all part of the act.

“Don’t make a fuss- Terrible pain- Get me out of here- Can’t breathe!”

He began screaming and thrashing around. Even if he and Hyde weren’t really fighting for control anymore, it was an easy habit to fall back into. So much so that Oriko didn’t have to pretend to be scared. “Oh, God, what now? Oh, God, not now! Help me, somehow- Please take the pain away! Feel it fill me- This will KILL me! Please, God, will me somehow to fight, I pray!”

————————————————————————————

Madoka was pleasantly surprised when her old friend, Sayaka Miki, was Summoned as one of Oriko’s Servants. Even though she herself was torn away from the Law of Cycles, her legend and very existence as a Servant gave it a strong connection to the Throne of Heroes. “Are any of the others there, too?” she asked excitedly.

“So far, just me.” the blue-clad Saber replied. “We tried to get Nagisa, but this Gilgamesh guy was like “but you can’t have cheese here” and she started crying. I’ve heard rumors about Homura, though.”

“Really? That’s wonderful! She’s the reason we’re here, after all. I say she deserves it! Well, I should probably introduce you to our Master, huh?”

A scream came from the end of the hall towards Oriko’s room. “GOD HAVE MERCY! Don’t let her see- Not on our wedding day!”

“What was that?!”

“It sounded like Jekyll!” Madoka cried.

“Jekyll? You don’t mean-“

Madoka was already sprinting down the hall, bow at the ready. “I’ll explain later, Sayaka! We have to help him!”

————————————————————————————

With a final cry, the transformation was complete. “Henry?!”

“There is no Henry, only HYDE!”

Oriko faked a gasp.

“We seem to be married, my love.” Hyde grabbed the padlock chain around Oriko’s neck and shoved her into the wall. “Ready for our bridal bed, are we?” he growled hungrily, wiping her bottom lip with his thumb.

Oriko returned the Berserker’s sultry smirk. “Yes, sir~”

SLAM

Madoka gasped at the sight before her, dropping her bow, hand over her mouth, blood quickly coloring her cheeks. Sayaka stood behind her, wide eyed and jaw dropped, her swords dissipating. Both were left too speechless to apologize.

Too frozen in shock to close the door.

Footsteps echoed in the direction the Puella Magi came, stopping behind them. Once he laid eyes on the same sight, Dantes laughed. “Nice.”

Hyde: Man, what a bummer. Way to kill the mood, pigtails!

Oriko: It's fine, Edward. I'll talk to Romani about soundproofing the place tomorrow and we can try again.

[princesskokichi]

J U L Y 2 0 2 0 | KOKICHI

the july masterlist for mod kokichi

if any links are not working, please inform me immediately and i will try to fix the problem ! - mod kokichi

[ ULT MASTERLIST ]

[ JUNE 2020 ]

[ J U L Y 2 0 2 0 ]

total works : 47

cuddling headcanons with angie, kirumi and kaito

kokichi’s best friend being best person at kokichi’s wedding with shuichi

fluff headcanons for izuru

kokichi and hajime with an s/o who says “i love you “ while sleeping

cuddling headcanons for toko, sonia and maki

kokichi and kiibo with a shy s/o

littlespace headcanons for fuyuhiko

kokichi, gundham and shuichi with an s/o who has a m*scarriage

byakuya, fuyuhiko, and sona with the ult witch

shuichi with a really loud badass s/o who acts soft around him

postgame kokichi winter prompts

fuyuhiko dating the ultimate sweetheart

flustered byakuya headcanons

byakuya, gundham, nagito, kokichi, and korekiyo reacting to their s/o coming out as trans via a stupid pun

fuyuhiko, hiyoko, sonia, celeste and kyoko with a clingy s/o

chiaki, mikan and sayaka with the ult pilot

maki and kiibo reacting to thinking their s/o dies in the killing game

fluff sonia headcanons

makoto x chihiro headcanons

the oma twins causing mischief

kokichi finding out he’s going to have triplets with s/o

s/o who likes drawing poly komahinanami

hajime with an extremely antisocial s/o

mikan with an s/o who’s afraid of doctors

kokichi, miu and hiyoko with a very sensitive s/o

sonia with an s/o who is the ultimate horror

a timid s/o opening up to byakuya after a bad day

sayaka and celestia adopting a child

platonic s/o comforting postgame kokichi after a nightmare

gundham with a s/o who age regresses

rantaro and his s/o finding out their daughter is in love

headcanons of chihiro and keebo being friends

ult figure skater s/o teaching their girlfriends sayaka and celeste how to skate

postgame kokichi becoming friends with s/o from school

kokichi with a very VERY affectionate s/o

byakuya with a s/o who age regresses to cope with trauma

kokichi as part of the kuzuryu family

kokichi meeting a mermaid s/o

leon, gundham, and aoi with a very affectionate s/o

rantaro with a s/o who has nightmares about their toxic friends

fluff alphabet for kiyotaka

fluff alphabet for korekiyo

nagito meeting his s/o by random using an app

poly relationship headcanons for sonia, gundham, soda, and s/o

extras : 

ult robot makoto during the killing game

miu and byakuya as siblings

gundham, nagito, and byakuya, who have a s/o with terrible parents ( short )

[a-student-out-of-time]

If it's between Makoto and Chihiro, I think Iroha would have better luck with Chihiro. Makoto already has the attentions of Sayaka (popular idol) and Mukuro (battle-hardened soldier). The jury's still out on Kyoko, though, as there hasn't been a killing game yet that would drive Makoto and Kyoko together. But Chihiro? I can't think of any girls who have crushes on Chihiro, so Iroha would have less competition for Chihiro's affections.

Asahina. I thought it was pretty clear she had a crush on him.

And I’m pretty sure he married her and Kirigiri after the Final Killing Game. I don’t know for sure, I wasn’t invited to the wedding. But those three were pretty close from what I saw.

But yeah, you’ve got a point. No idea how much things’ll change without any killing games or how it’ll affect their relationships. Knowing how nice a guy Naegi is, it wouldn’t surprise me if it still happened.

Fujisaki’s a really nice guy too. He’s pretty shy, but he’s smart and he’s got a good heart.

But he does have a lot of issues with being considered weak.

Aww, Fujisaki...

Well, no matter what, I wanna meet them. They both sound really great.

[spikemelikeavolleyball]

iii : rules ( part two ) ( high low )

high low ; miya atsumu x fem! reader

i. ii. iii. iv. v. [masterlist.]

───── ❝ high low ❞ ─────

[name] [surname] was off limits--

except miya atsumu finds himself

flirting with danger and becoming

rapidly addicted to the sparks between

them.

what osamu doesn’t know won’t

kill him. will it?

───── ❝ high low ❞ ─────

 tags; mafia au, sexual content,

violence, strong  language, blood,

gore.

this chapter: alcohol,

miya atsumu (because he needs his

own warning label), suggestive content,

some violence.

───── ❝ high low ❞ ─────

three ; rules ( part two )

    Your arrival in Japan, unfortunately, did not go unnoticed. While your guard detail--see “glorified babysitters”--had reassured you that the press wouldn’t have a chance to corner you into an interview, there was still some concern over people seeing you and hurting people in order to get close to you. It had happened once, before, the hour predating your first official collaboration with Wisteria. Your guard had gotten a black eye so awful that it had lasted for weeks. He had gotten a very hefty bonus for the trouble, though.

    “I should have worn something more incognito,” you mumbled to yourself. The private jet’s bathroom mirror was floor length, so you had a good idea of how your outfit looked and what kind of presence it would give off. Most of the time, you would wear something cute or flashy to fuel your fan club’s activity--you were a sucker and liked browsing through their twitter feed on a private account--but today you weren’t feeling the energy for it. “I forgot I even had these.”

    After rummaging around in your bags for something that was comfortable, and not sky high heels or chiffon or silk or outrageously expensive t-shirts and jeans, you had come across a pair of Osamu’s old Inarizaki High volleyball sweatpants. You hadn’t even thought twice about throwing them on and rolling the ankles up to suit your height, even though the name printed on one leg and the jersey number on the other would have your fans tracking him down like the bloodhounds they were. You matched them with a black hoodie, socks, and a mask to hide the irritation underneath your nose, but even then you still stood out like a sore thumb.

    It had to be the way you stood, you thought, adjusting your stance to seem more lazy and laid back.

    It didn’t work.

    With a sigh, you exited the bathroom and found that your things had already been unloaded for you by your glorified babysitters. All that was left was your purse, which you snatched up and hooked over your shoulder, and your phone, which you glanced at and shoved into your pocket. It sunk down so far in the sweatpants pocket that you felt it bounce against the side of your thigh as you walked.

    “Nice pants,” one of your guards teased, poking fun at the name printed on the leg. “You sure you don’t want to change them and avoid the media scrutiny?”

    “I’m too tired to go back and find something else,” you hummed. One of the guards--there were three in total, at the request of Ushijima-san herself--held out a hand and helped you down the flight of stairs that were a bit too steep for your jetlagged brain to walk down in confidence. “What are we driving in today, my good men?”

    “Might I suggest the classic Phantom?” one of them joked, falling into formation when you began walking down the flight portal. “Just kidding. We’re taking the Audi today, since you want to be low profile this afternoon.”

    “Good.” You had missed riding around in your trusty Audi; not that a Ferrari or Lamborghini was something to scoff at, but you missed the frugal lifestyle you had when you were in highschool. Once your career took off, you rarely struggled for anything and college had been a breeze. Though, you had no clue what you were going to do with a nuclear engineering degree now that your modeling gig paid more than that ever would. “Make a stop for some cheap drug store coffee and we’re all set.”

    “I’ll add it to the memo.”

    Before you could open your mouth once more and ask if you could stop by a nearby pastry shop and stuff yourself full of crepes and cake, you entered the main terminal and were immediately bombarded by cameras flashing and people yelling.

    “[Name]-sama! We love you!”

    “I LOVE YOU!”

    “What do you have to say about Wisteria’s latest lingerie line? Do you think these styles should be changed to reflect Japanese standards?”

    “[Name]! What are your thoughts on the funding cuts to the women’s centers all around the world?”

    That last one caught your attention. You continued to smile behind your mask and wave, shoving a pair of sunglasses over your eyes, and mimed blowing kisses to the adorable teenage girls holding posters that had ‘you’re my idol’ scrawled over the front. You spotted Kuroo and Sayaka standing somewhere near the back, mostly due to Kuroo’s giant rooster hair, and blew double handed kisses to them as well, although the fanboys in the front thought it was for them and nearly fainted on the spot.

    You watched them sway with a chuckle, then watched Sayaka grab the kisses and press them to her heart with a goofy wink.

    “Hey, Julio?” You didn’t look at the guard as you made your way to the revolving doors in front, watching Kuroo and Sayaka make their way outside to where your car had been parked out of view. “Remind me to send a donation to that women's wayhouse charity by the end of today.”

    “Isn’t that a job for your assistant?”

    “Nope. I fired her.” You shrugged when the guard fixed you with a bewildered look. “What? She stole my nice Louboutins. And had a gangbang in my house in Calabasas, but we don’t talk about that incident.”

    The cleaning crew you had send to bleach down that place had cost you a pretty penny--but Daishou had been kind enough to text you the number of his go-to cleaners (you didn’t ask why, nor did you want to know, but you had an inkling) and had requested that you send him the number of one of your cute co-workers as payment. Needless to say, you had, and that girl had come to work brighter than a lightbulb on Christmas, unusually chirpy and walking just a little bit funny. Your text to Daishou later that day had been along the lines of,’Dear God, Daishou, what did you do, break the poor girl’s hips?’

    His reply had been typical of him. ‘It wasn’t anything she didn’t ask for ;)’

    Your face of disgust had been timed perfectly. You had been sitting outside, eating a parfait--vegan, of course, due to your diet that you planned to ignore in favor of eating all of the meat you could get your hands on (pun might not be intended)--right in front of someone taking candid shots of you for a drama magazine. Your face had been plastered all over Twitter, with some people going as far as to send hate to the nice place you had gotten your dessert from. You had nipped that little situation in the bud, clarifying it was a text that made you make that face and not the dessert, although you didn’t help things when you had been forced to eat a green tea flavored one to prove that you weren’t lying.

    The forced smile you had made to the starstruck owners had been enough to sear it into your memory for eternity.

    “[Name]!” Sayaka’s high pitched exclamation knocked you out of your fantasies of parfaits and coffee. She nearly knocked you down with a hug strong enough to make your spine pop. “I missed you so much! You have to tell me how Moscow was! Did you have a good time? And oh my gosh, you  just have to see Osamu’s shop, it looks amazing!”

    You smiled guiltily at her at that last part, but didn’t say a word. Osamu had asked you to pick out the tiling and countertops, unwilling to trust his own sense of color theory--it was really just awful--and even the tables, which you discreetly paid for and blew off as an anonymous donation. He knew it was you, of course, because who had enough money to pay for genuine marble tables, but he had been kind enough not to say it to your face. Yet.

    “One thing at a time, Sayaka,” you laughed, returning her hug with gusto. You then moved on to Kuroo, who wrapped an arm around your neck and scrubbed his knuckles into your once perfectly curled hair. “Damn it, Kuroo! What was that for? I just wanted a hug!”

    The former Nekoma captain fixed you with a mischievous grin. “That was for dropping twenty thousand dollars into our account without asking for permission.”

    Ah--another one of your random acts of generosity at three in the morning while slightly tipsy. You had Kuroo and Sayaka’s banking passwords and they had yours in case anything happened to them or you, especially with the connections the former Yakuza member had and still kept to this day. You had written them into your will, as well as Osamu, and your fortune would be split between the three of them if you died or wound up missing. Even the contract all of you signed was legally binding.

    “What can I say?” You shrugged when Sayaka looped an arm around your waist, tugging you to your Audi. “I saw that you’d been getting a little low and your college bills were running high. I decided to chip in, like the good friend I am. And no, you can’t give it back.”

    “You know I don’t like taking your money,” Sayaka whined. “I can make my own just fine.”

    You sent an accusing glance her way, followed by a glance to her stomach when Kuroo shook hands with one of your guards. She had the sense to look ashamed at not telling you, at least. “A waitress gig won’t take care of that. And while I’m sure Kuroo makes enough for both of you, I’d like to be a responsible woman and at least pay for your wedding.”

    From behind you, Kuroo laughed. “Who said we’re getting married?”

    “Yeah,” Sayaka said, her tone slightly dimmer than before. You patted her back in comfort and turned your head around to glare at Kuroo, who was only mildly taken aback by the ferocity--he only realized what he had said as you were collapsing into the backseat of your car, squeezing into the opposite window seat as your two friends followed.

    When neither of them opted to break the silence that had developed, you unlocked your phone and shot Osamu a quick text.

'Osamuuuu, what are you doing?'

    When he showed no sign of replying, you sighed and locked your phone again, turning your gaze to the couple sitting awkwardly beside you.

    “Hey, driver, can we stop by McDonalds?” You waved your hand towards the giant yellow ‘M’ down the street--which was also, coincidentally, packed with people. “I want something to eat.”

    “Yes ma’am,” he replied, switching lanes and jerking Sayaka into Kuroo. You grinned at him through the mirror and he did it again; you loved it when your guards pitched in on your plans. “Drive-thru?”

    “No, I think I’ll eat inside,” you winked, and his turn into the parking lot was rough enough to jostle all three of you. “Coffee and hot fudge sundaes, here I come!”

    By the time the guards signaled you that they were done arguing maybe an hour and a half later, you had--admittedly--stuffed yourself far too much on ice cream and piping hot syrup. It would require a harsh workout to get all of the calories off, which you knew Wakkun wouldn’t mind helping you out with since he had a game soon, but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it as you popped a french fry into your mouth on the way out.

    “Are we done?” You asked, grinning at Kuroo and Sakura from between your guards. You could practically feel the stares from two men sitting at the outside tables, one of them on your legs and the other right on your face. “Then let’s get going. I need a nap before I can do anything else.”

    As you gave Sayaka and Kuroo their food--both of them grinning at you and nudging you playfully--you locked eyes with one of the men sitting at the table.

    And, unknowingly, you had just broken one of Osamu’s most important rules.

    You just didn’t know it yet.