#she was just too perfect to pick for this prompt ngl

[eorzeanflowers]

Glamtober Day 2: Autumn

After a job well done, if she has the energy, Jane goes and sits in the wooded areas near her home and just enjoys the world moving.

Body: Bergsteiger's Jacket (Dyed Sunset Orange and Bone White) Hands: Woodland Warden's Fingerstalls (Undyed) Legs: Hose of Happiness (Undyed) Shoes: Recreationisle Shoes (Dyed Sunset Orange)

[midnightfantasiez]

Play With Me | Octoberfest Day 10

➺ Pairing - senior!Hyunjae x f!reader

➺ Drink - Negroni with a hint of amaretto (acquaintance x breeding)

➺ Summary - Lee Hyunjae was known to be the campus heartthrob and is literally the perfect guy to ever exist. Little did you know that he was hiding something behind that lovable smile of his that you have grown to love and admire.

➺ Word Count - 1,366

➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), frat parties yayzers, cursing, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, clothed sex, dirty talk, rough sex, petnames (sweetheart, princess), blowjob, cum tasting, hair pulling, Hyunjae is lowkey a little sadist here (don't read if triggering!!)

➺ Author’s note - dedicating this one to the number one mirae @daisyvisions 💗 happiest birthday daisy i'll never forget the day how i went from being one of your biggest fan / reader to mutuals like it's still so bizarre to me and look at us being besties now huhu 🥺 (here's to more chaos & funsies yay!!) ngl yall i struggled a bit with this prompt bcs idk if i executed the scenario well so pls bear with me 😭

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You were having second-hand thoughts about agreeing to even step out of your apartment for the night.

The semester had just ended, and your roommates convinced you that it would be best to let loose for the night and attend a frat party hosted by the seniors for the night. As if it wasn’t horrible enough that you weren’t too much of a social butterfly, but hanging out with the guys that were one year ahead of you didn’t sound too comfortable for your liking. 

However, your roommates had opinions that contradicted yours—saying that older guys are much better than the ones you have in your classes. They seem to be a lot more mature and are aware of their actions most of the time—often avoiding things that would paint them as immature and get them into trouble. 

Reluctantly, you had no choice but to agree as your roommates literally dragged you out of your room and down the block. Immediately, your eyes landed on the scene before you—a house packed with students drinking to their hearts' content and partying like it was nobody’s business.

Slowly, you had to squirm your way into the actual party to get yourself a drink. After all, you were thirsty, and hanging out by the drink station seemed safer than navigating through the house. Just as you expected, your roommates immediately blended into the crowd and were nowhere to be seen. But you couldn’t blame them—they were pretty active on the campus party scene.

Just as you were browsing through the selection of alcohol to satisfy your thirst, you suddenly felt a warm breath on your neck as you turned around abruptly and ready to give whoever it was a lecture. 

“Fucking hell! Did your mother never teach you how not to be a creep!?”

Immediately, you started to regret screaming at the top of your lungs when you realised who it was that had gotten your attention. It was Lee Hyunjae—one of the campus heartthrobs that everyone swoons over. 

You have always admired his good looks, just like everyone else, but seeing him up close in person immediately gave you butterflies in your stomach—making you think about how this person could be real. 

If it weren’t for one of your roommates who just happened to be part of the student council with Hyunjae, you would’ve never got to know who he was. Sure, you have only spared glances and said a few greetings because you would come to pick up your roommate whenever she had to stay a little longer on campus, but that was pretty much it. 

That was why you were taken aback when Hyunjae said your name for the first time with his sweet voice. “Y/N, right? Never expected to see you here.”

“Well umm, Savannah dragged me here. I didn’t have a choice,” you bluntly replied.

“Definitely can see her doing that,” he chuckled before he started going through the liquors on the table and pouring different liquids into a glass as he handed it to you. “Care for a drink?” 

You hesitated for a bit, but the male reassured you that he had no ill intentions while making it. Slowly, you took in a sip and closed your eyes tightly as the alcohol slowly flowed down your throat. It has been a while since you have had something this strong down your system.

“W-What is this?” 

“A good-old Homely Smoke cocktail, definitely fitting for a girl like you,” he winks. 

As much as that flirtatious wink of his made you feel a little uncomfortable, you had to admit that you were glad that he made you something sweet instead of a bitter one because you were not ready to puke in front of everyone for the night. 

“Damn, is there anything you can’t do? An alcohol connoisseur and part of the student council? A rather deadly combo if you ask me,” you teased before taking another big sip of your drink.

Suddenly, Hyunjae hesitated for a moment before he closed his distance between you both, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “Actually, that’s not all that I’m good at.” 

“Oh yeah? Show me what else you are capable of, then.”

“I’m not sure if you can take it, sweetheart.” 

You were provoked, and you weren’t going down without a fight. You slowly pushed him up so that you were staring right back at him, responding to his challenge with a smirk.

“Try me.” 

Maybe you should’ve been more careful with your words, and provoking the senior himself wasn’t the brightest idea in your books. Because now you find yourself lying on one of the beds in one of the empty bedrooms in the house with your legs placed over Hyunjae’s shoulder as he thrusts his cock within you. 

The senior wasted no time crashing his alcohol-filled lips onto yours, kissing you feverishly as he swiftly moved you to one of the nearest bedrooms from the pantry and threw you straight onto the bed. He wasted no time in lifting your skirt and unbuckled his pants before rubbing his tip against your clit for a few moments before pushing his entire length in. 

It seemed that he wanted to get to the bottom of this real quick, to the point that he didn’t care if he was sweating through the tight black tank top that he was wearing—he needed to fuck you right now. 

“You said you can take me, didn’t you?” He panted as he made that remark against you, enjoying the look that was plastered across your face as you whimpered underneath him.

“H-Hyunjae…I’m sorry…”

“An apology, huh? Maybe I’ll forgive you if you can continue to hold it longer for me,” he growled as he pinned both of your hands above your head before lowering his body slightly to thrust deeper within you.

His cock slowly and roughly reached certain places within you that you never knew existed, eventually hitting your g-spot, making you yelp in agony. 

“Hyunjae! I can’t!” You screamed as you balled your hands into fists, trying your best to break apart from his grip, but to no avail. 

“Come on, princess. I’m just getting started,” he mocks before picking his pace up. “Tell me, how badly do you want me?”

“Hnngh…d-don’t stop…p-please…keep going…” you begged as you felt tears slowly dripping down from the side of your eyes down your cheeks. 

Oh, how badly Hyunjae loved that sight of you. 

“You want me? You want me to fill your pussy up with my cum to the point that it oozes out and drips down your thighs?”

“Y-Yes…please…I need it…”

“Louder, princess.”

“Y-YES!! CUM INSIDE HYUNJAE!!” 

With those last words, his grip on your wrists and legs tightened to the point you felt his nails digging into your skin as he made his few final thrusts before you both eventually came together. You were feeling a good amount of liquid dripping down your thighs as you came down from your high. 

But before you could even process the thought that you had just fucked your senior right here and then, Hyunjae immediately pulled you up and shoved his cock into your mouth—forcing you to clean up every single drip of his cum with your tongue.

“You said you can take me, princess. It’s your job to finish every last drop of what you made me do to you.”

Hyunjae grabbed your hair and pushed you in deeper each second, not giving you any room to take a breather. He made sure you swallowed everything before finally pulling you apart to lean down and give you a little kiss.

Just when you thought it’d all be over, he suddenly flips you around and makes you get down on all fours onto the bed before he adjusts his cock once again on your clit. Before he decided to continue with his little games, he moved forward to whisper again in your ears—making your eyes widen before giving you the biggest challenge you’ve experienced just yet. 

“You know, the sudden thought of seeing little miniature versions of us both running around our future apartment doesn’t sound so bad after all.” 

[madrabit]

May I request C, U and M for the fanfic ask game? 😎

C: What member do you identify with most?

Ohhh, this is simultaneously hard to say and the easiest thing in the world, but I do identify the most with Jan. We both have that black cat chaos energy and we both are cat parents 🐈‍⬛🐈, so I'm obviously more inclined to feel similar to him from the get go.

I've also been described as mysterious and confused (less mysterious, more confused), so I feel like that might fit. And we're both kinda sleepy and have a resting 😐🤨 face. I call it lovingly "resting blank face".

Also, I, too, cannot help but want to film Bojan whenever I can or stare at Nace...

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Ngl, this is a hard pick, so I'll just mention a few ppl I like the writing style and fic of! 🩷

This will be more than three ppl cause I couldn't decide and in no particular order!!

@sizzlingsheepcheesecake // ao3

Does someone want to read some Bo(Jan)²? Well, you're at the right address! Her fics are so good and capture you with their emotional roller coaster they're taking you on! Her writing style is also really nice and pleasant to read 😊✨️

I particularly like her fic Come play with your food, bejbi which is an absolute fluffy vampire Bo(Jan)² fic that has me kicking my feet with how adorable it is. There also are some Bonus bites to this one!

And her poly BoJanKris fic Distortion can leave you happy in one moment and make you cry in another!

She also has a vampire BoKris fic The thrill and the dark, of the hunt and your eyes in which both Bojan and Kris are vampires, it is also really good and definitely worth a read if you haven't yet! And she has so many more fics as well!

@seokoilua // 1236 on ao3

I absolutely adore her writing style. The way she's able to take suffering and resolve it in all the good smut? Yes, definitely one of my favs. I especially like her fic been deprived and the sequel quietly, so if you like angst in your smut, her fics are definitely your thing then!

She also has a vampire BoKris fic ravenous in which vampire Kris picks up Bojan in a club and ngl, I need the second chapter like yesterday 😂

@vampmilf // @fruitybashir on ao3

Sophie has a really, really nice writing style, and I enjoy his Ne Bi Smel verse starting with The Holidate so much! It's so sweet and the smut is so hot and good and spicey and hahsjjskdjdkfkf for a long time having something nice to read every Sunday was just perfect to end the week with! He mainly writes BoKris (also, give Dopamin a read, the way he writes overstimulated Bojan is just so sjjdndndndnndnfmfm so good), but there is also a nice focus on Jance, that I really enjoy :3

I also absolutely love following him and seeing him on my dash, cause every time he reblogs something unhinged about Bojan I just have to giggle and laugh (calling Bojan three blueberries tall is literally everything to me and I love it so much, also letting him be his slutty little self in fics? Yessssss). He's also such an incredible nice person and was very sweet when I met him! 💖

@da-proti-toku-grem // ao3

Maca writes these absolutely adorable Kiss prompts here on tumblr and on ao3. From Jance to BoJure and JureJan, she's got so many ships and all of them are so good and fluffy and adorable or spicy! I really enjoy all of them! And she's made me have an incredibly big soft spot for BoJure :3 💛🩷

An honourable mention goes to @185northgower // ao3

Not only will I read literally everything she writes no matter what pairing or what fandom, but we share one exact braincell, which works perfectly cause we do love collabing on fics together and I couldn't imagine a better co author! 🥹🩷✨️

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

I actually have a few ideas I've been cooking, a few of them are gonna be joined collabs with North! Next to continuing our DJwD verse (yes, there will be more, these men won't stop and have infected our heads with Daddy Nace and I just cannot, I cannot anymore), we also planned a Romeo & Juliet 🌹 fic, which we won't go into detail yet, since we can't start it yet 🤭

Then I also have a Bo(Jan)² fic started, its the same one I mentioned last time, the one with the skirt, but I cannot shut up about it. I keep calling it the ✨️girlfriend thing✨️ if that helps anyone...

And next to those and continuing with my other fics, I also can't get a vampire Bo(Jan)² fic out of my mind...

[mazm-imagines]

MazM week day 3 prompt for death. NGL i wish i elaborated on this piece a lil more-! I like the shading on his fur coat.... This is specifically MazM ver of Erik, please do not take this as my personal view on him. TW for implied suicide so please read at your own discretion. 509 words under the cut

That stupid boy! 

His bony hands wrangled the rope as he would a neck.

That foolish Daroga! 

Yellow eyes scanned around the room to look for the perfect spot.

That wicked… angel-!

In a fit of rage he threw the lasso onto the rotting floor.

How did it come to this? For all his miserable life, Erik had known his death would be just as miserable. He wasn’t alarmed at all that he would be dying by his own hands. He was more so confounded by how he wasn’t personally wrangling that feeble Viscount’s neck in his own two hands. That pest had done nothing but get in his way. Perhaps seeing the life slip from his steadfast blue eyes would have brought him some form of satisfaction…

No. It was meaningless if that wench wouldn’t submit. He could have given her his mind, body, and soul and it still wouldn’t be enough. There was nothing he could have given or took from her to make her love him.

It’s because I’m a corpse! A corpse! That ungrateful-

He kneeled back down to the noose, picking up glossy straw in between slender fingers.

She offered to be his living bride in exchange for him to roam the earth with her. Such a proposition was impossible and she knew it. Was she trying to drag herself to Hell with him? She knew damn well he wasn’t a creature of light, unlike that young Viscount of hers…

From the very beginning she was setting him up! And that was exactly why he was here now, setting up his demise.

Perhaps the sight of his limp body will finally make her break.

Once the rope was secured to the ceiling, Erik dragged over the chair Melek once sat on. Soon, no one will ever use it again.

Was this really the only way? Erik’s mind wandered to what Hatim had said. “Retire to the countryside,” with whom? His life was utterly meaningless without someone to share it with. Perhaps the Daroga would be willing to come with him…

It was too late to go back. Hatim had betrayed him numerous times, and he in turn made attempts on his life. That relationship would be beyond repair.

This was fate then, he supposed. Nothing to live for, nothing to die for. Akin the great Don Juan, he too will burn in the fiery flames of Hell. As if it would make any difference, the living world was his own personal Hell anyways.

One foot was followed by another, Erik now stood a few feet above the floor. Looping rope was inviting him with open arms. 

Could he really do this? Could he really have the nerve?

Take me back, take me back, take me back- anything, please… Don’t leave

From his throat came low gasps of air, the speed at which his breath quickened was overwhelming to his senses. 

He could take it no more, his resolve was finally settled in stone. If this accursed world wanted him gone, then he would oblige.

[eleanor-bradstreet]

Sometimes the stars just align. My heart was in need of some comfort this week and you posted this incredible story that helped mend it in so many ways 💙 Ben’s self doubt and frustration - it spoke to me. The hopeful, transformative power of love - it filled me with warm fuzzies. And peppered all throughout are your wonderful, characteristic little bits of humor and nods. 🥹 It was so much more than I imagined when you described the prompt, ngl. Every scene is vital, every emotion is so poignant. This has already made it onto my favorites list for your stories.

Omg just the opening. “A familial insurance policy…your whole existence can seem like a contingency plan.” So succinct and cuttingly true. Ouch 🥺

Baby Ben having his archery success so completely ignored 😭😭 “Perhaps next time, they will notice.” Ahhhhhhhhhhh!! He is already learning to quietly shoulder the oversights. To curl in on himself and accept that he’ll never be the center of attention. My babbbbbyyyyyyyyyyyyy 😩😩😩😩😩😩

The debutante and mama’s commentary at the ball, how she can do better. Reminded me so much of Ben’s anxieties around the masquerade in AOFAG. He ONLY became a catch because the titled one was taken, and even then, no one knew his name. Always the Number Two. The Tall One. The consolation prize, as you so aptly put. 

Then you RIP my heart RIGHT THE FUCK OUT by describing Violet and Ben’s first ball since they lost Edmund 😭😭😭😭😭 This is a scenario of their grief I never pictured before. Only Ant and Ben would have been old enough to go out in society at that point, and the primary purpose would be to scout for the next Viscountess and try to inject a bit more stability into their family. But Anthony doesn’t go. 💔 Omg the VOLUMES this speaks for all these characters!! Anthony doesn’t go because he doesn’t want to be addressed as the Viscount or receive anyone’s condolences. He doesn’t want to be reminded of the pain he’s trying so desperately to avoid. He doesn’t want to find a match because he refuses to love. He is probably exhausted from seeing Violet’s grief too and just can’t bear it in public. So he goes to drown his sorrows. But where does that leave Violet? Bereft and dependent upon the one other child that could be considered something of an adult - Ben. His role as emotional laborer and support animal is kicked into high gear as he has to step up and try to heal the hearts Anthony is too crushed to acknowledge. “Their burdens may be different, but the wish to escape them is often not” *screaming* You packed so much into a small scene here, it’s expertly done. “her whole bodyweight seeming to use him as her literal pillar of support. As he escorts her around the room, he is filled with admiration at her brave face. He can see the overwhelming sadness in her eyes every time the word dowager is invoked, and his heart cracks a little at the loneliness he can feel emanating from his mother’s very soul.” 😭😭 I’M TOAST.

Then Miss Bradstreet, omg 🤣🤣🥹🥹🫶🫶 You are too sweet to pop her in here. I was cackling with glee! To think she made Benedict’s palms sweat… 😮‍💨 Then I got a bit peeved at her when she was so dismissive to Ben. But like…who could say no to Anthony either?!?!? I just want to shake her and scream “GO FOR THEM BOTH, GIRL! SWOON SO THEY BOTH HAVE TO PICK YOU UP AND CARRY YOU INTO THE SHADE! INSIST THAT YOU NEED ONE ON EACH ARM TO WALK YOU BACK TO SAFETY!!!” I feel like maybe she didn’t have her wits about her that day. Or she’s blind in one eye from some dreadful embroidery incident. That’s the only way she could pick one over the other rather than just hyperventilating at them both 🤪🤪

Then we get to Reader - a fatherless second daughter, how absolutely perfect so that she can understand where Ben is coming from. 🥹 The way you describe the love at first sight, the sensations and chemistry just tearing through both of them - its gorgeous. I was holding my breath, so so happy for them both 💙

“A tall, baby-faced young man�� pppfffttttt 🤣🤣 I immediately knew who that was. Bravo.

The hand kiss….THE HAND KISS!!! NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF THE HAND KISS!!!! 😍😍

All of Benedict’s fantasies - the cottage life, the garden, and you loop back around to the archery!! FUCKING BEAUTIFUL FAYE!!! At last someone who will acknowledge his skill and join in the fun with him 🥹🥹🥹 Fourteen years he’s been waiting and now he has found The One. I’M EXPLODING INTO RAINBOWS OVER HERE 🌈🌈🌈

“and finally, the image that truly knocks the wind out of him, you naked under him, desperately moaning his name as you move together, entwined in ecstasy.” Oh shit 🥵🥵 well, this is Faye’s fics after all 😉 hot damn

“Benedict,” his name feels wonderful in your mouth, like a gift from the heavens. -yep, that’s what it feels like 😅

“ruffling his hair as you move to fix his cravat; it definitely needs to be more jaunty, in your opinion.” AAAHHHHH!!! Thank youuuuuu!!!!! 😁😁😁😂😂😂🫶🫶🫶

Guhhh, their conversation before the gallery. He still has these insecurities, so deeply ingrained he’ll probably never truly banish them. But he can dismiss them once they arise thanks to Reader’s reassurance. He has his own family now where he is the protector and provider - the one and only. First in everyone’s hearts 💙 And it’s so incredible and novel to him, he just gazes in wonder. I can’t….🥹🥹

“Thank you, my love, for being the light of my life; for always making this second son your first choice.” The bow on top. The perfect conclusion. So beautiful. 👏👏👏💓💓💓

Everything you write bowls me over but this one gave me an extra knock around the block. You take short and sometimes vague prompts and weave so much magic with them - you are so talented. This is sweet but not treacly; it addresses real angsty feelings that are completely canon for the characters; it explores our favorite character in a nuanced and important way; and the happy ending is so satisfying. I needed this. I love this. It’s amazing. You’re amazing. 💙

Second Son

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: The second son is, for once, the first choice...

Warnings: none really... mild angst, family dynamics, love at first sight.

Word Count: 2.9k

Authors Note: Request fill for anon here, about Benedict being the second choice for everything.... until his love turns up. Thanks for this request; I hope this is angsty enough for you anon. Im not sure about it tbh. Sorry that it's taken more than three months to get to it on my WIP list. Unbetaed. Enjoy <3

Benedict Bridgerton was born into privilege and can have few complaints. Except perhaps that he is always second. The spare. The just-in-case option. Being a familial insurance policy lends one more freedom than the burden of being the titled first son, perhaps, but it also feels like your whole existence, in some respects, can seem like a contingency plan.

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His stomach swoops with excitement as the arrow pierces the target dead on the bullseye. And on his first ever archery lesson, just after his twelfth birthday.

He turns around to see if anyone is there to witness his triumph, but it goes unmarked. All his young siblings gathered around Anthony, patting him on the back for his achievements in doing the same moments before. Being a good shot is an essential skill for the next Viscount indeed. The fact that he has been receiving instruction for months already and this is Benedict’s first lesson hurts a little.

But he doesn't bother to bring attention to his arguably more impressive feat. It seems pointless now. Wordlessly he shrugs and walks towards the target, plucking out his arrow and starting again. Perhaps next time, they will notice.

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“Is that the new Viscount Bridgerton?” Benedict hears a young girl murmur as he sweeps into the first societal event of the season, the spring following his father's death. 

“Oh no, my dear, sadly not; I believe that is one of the brothers,” her mother replies, acting as if he has no sense of hearing, even trying to ignore it as he is, surveying the crowd.

“Such a shame,” the young girl huffs, “he is so very handsome.”

“Yes, dear, but sadly not titled. We can do better,” her mother chides, moving them along out of earshot.

He will never get over how cutthroat the Ton can be, a part of his tender seventeen-year-old heart sinking. Not that he had a potential interest in that girl, more the principle that he will somehow be rendered as an also-ran, at best a consolation prize, for the rest of his life.

What is most galling, perhaps, is that, when his mother needs their presence the most on a night like tonight, the new VIscount is nowhere to be seen. Has not even bothered to show his face, running off to some spurious gambling den and brothel, spending the night indulging himself rather than facing society. 

So here Benedict is, stepping up to play the dutiful son that his elder brother should be. Being the support their mother so desperately needs at her first event as a widow, her arm looped heavily through his, her whole bodyweight seeming to use him as her literal pillar of support. As he escorts her around the room, he is filled with admiration at her brave face. He can see the overwhelming sadness in her eyes every time the word dowager is invoked, and his heart cracks a little at the loneliness he can feel emanating from his mother’s very soul. 

“Tis a shame the Viscount did not deign the first event of the season worthy of his patronage,” she states pointedly as she sips champagne.

“I am sure he has very good reasons for his absence,” Benedict replies soothingly, covering for his errant brother, attempting to shield their mother from the truth of his philandering ways. Benedict knows it is Anthony’s way of dealing with the responsibility of the title of Viscount being thrust upon him so young. But sometimes, just sometimes, Benedict wishes he could escape his grief in such a manner, Anthony taking his turn attending a stuffy ball and playing guardian to a grieving woman. Their burdens may be different, but the wish to escape them is often not, Benedict realises.

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She catches his eye at a garden party at Aubrey Hall. She is a pretty young lady, maybe eighteen to his twenty-three, with bright eyes and a sweet, happy face. She makes his palms slightly sweaty. He watches her from a distance, uncertain how to approach or what to say, feeling a little tongue-tied, even. 

Just then, Anthony materialises at his shoulder.

“Who is that pretty young thing?” Anthony asks, tracing Benedict’s line of sight.

“Miss Bradstreet,” he replies, watching as she turns to face the sun, closing her eyes, basking in its warmth. The light captures her cheekbones perfectly, and he itches to have his sketchbook and capture her likeness. He would very much like to get to know her better.

“Let's go provide a warm welcome,” Anthony smirks, clapping a hand on Benedict’s shoulder and practically dragging him across the lawn.

Benedict reluctantly follows, a flutter of excitement as her eyes land upon them as they approach. 

“Miss Bradstreet,” Anthony swaggers. “Viscount Bridgerton at your service; I am so very pleased to be your host today,” he bows.

Benedict's stomach plunges as he watches her practically melt into the lawn right there, virtually swooning at Anthony’s feet.

“Oh, and this is my brother, Benedict,” Anthony adds, almost as an afterthought. 

She flicks her head to the side briefly to politely acknowledge Benedict before returning to Anthony. All of her undivided adoring attention on him as he regales the story of his latest hunting triumphs upon her insistence. Benedict heaves a sigh and watches as yet another young lady he likes chooses his brother over him. He is almost used to it now, but it doesn't stop the sting every time.

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Your world grinds to a halt as you see him. He is descending the stairs with what you assume is the rest of his family. He is very much in the middle of a tight circle, walking behind what appears to be his mother and perhaps older brother. Quite the most beautiful man you have ever seen, your heart pounding in your ears, your throat suddenly dry despite the lemonade in your hand. You assume they must be the hosts, seeing as they are the very last to enter the ballroom here at Bridgerton House, and there is no announcement of their name.

“Who is that?” you whisper, leaning towards your elder sister. She has been out among society for a year and knows the Ton better than you.

“That is the Bridgerton family, of course,” she replies. “Illustrious in the extreme. Our hosts for this evening. The Viscount there is the most eligible bachelor of every season… and every season, he has resisted a match. So I wouldn't bother if I were you,” she sniffs.

“Which is the Viscount?” you check, your eyes unable to leave the beautiful man with a cravat tied in the most unconventional fashion.

“The one with his arm looped with their mother, the dowager Viscountess, naturally,” your sister rolls her eyes as if patently obvious.

“And what of the others?” you inquire keenly, realising the man you admire cannot be the one your sister is referring to. “Do you know their names?”

“I do not,” she admits, “such things are not really important when one is looking for a titled husband,” she points out airily. 

You nod, knowing the responsibility your sister must carry as firstborn to find a suitable match that can provide for your widowed mother and, indeed, perhaps yourself and your younger sister should neither of you be able to find a husband. You don’t envy her position one little bit. 

You are, however, desperate to get closer to the most beautiful man you have ever seen. And so you spend your evening working towards them, in as polite of a fashion as you can, your stomach in knots of excitement to know him.

“Dowager Viscount Bridgerton, it is an honour and a pleasure to meet you,” you curtsy, heart pounding as he now stands a few feet away, unable to look at him so close by.

“Hello, my dear and you are?” she asks politely.

“Miss y/n y/l/n, it is my very first season; I am so honoured to be here,” you explain. “I must provide the apologies of my mother, Mrs y/l/n, who could not attend tonight due to a cold, but she is so very thankful for the invitation.”

“Oh, of course,” the viscountess smiles. “I am so sorry to hear of her illness; please pass on my best regards… Anthony!” she turns to her side to grab the attention of a man. The viscount’s head whips around from where he is in discussion with another. “Come meet Miss y/l/n,” she needles pointedly. “Miss y/l/n, this is the Viscount Anthony Brdgerton, and he is so pleased not only to make your acquaintance but also for your presence here tonight,” she welcomes on his behalf, and you do not miss the subtle nudge in the ribs she gives him.

Then his regard is drawn to you. He is handsome certainly, and you appreciate his polite but absent-minded greeting. His attentions are obviously elsewhere, but then you cannot fault him as yours are the same. Your gaze strays over his shoulder to the man who first captures your attention. And your breath is stolen by how his hazy blue eyes stare intently at you.

____

Benedict is twenty-six years old when he is struck by lightning. Not literally. But that is the sensation that runs through his body when he first lays eyes on you—politely introducing yourself to his mother and thanking her for your invitation to this ball. 

He thought he knew what attraction was until this point. He thought he knew the depths to which one could fall in love in an instant. He was an utter fool. He looks at you, and at once, everything is so quiet and loud all at once. He is desperate to know you in a way he has never felt. To grab your hand, take you somewhere, and ask you a million questions to get to know your soul. He also wants to kiss you so much that his lips tingle. And inside, his lungs want to scream as his mother does the natural thing and introduces the beautiful, polite young lady to her most eligible son… Anthony. 

Then his heart jolts as your eyes stray from Anthony and meets his, your pupils dilating in a way that makes his lungs too small to inhale air. It is the first and only time a young woman has had Anthony’s full attention and has looked away from it. And to him, no less. The tidal flood of chemicals in his system makes it feel like he is vibrating in his very shoes.

____

You try your best to be polite and look at Anthony as he speaks, but your sight is drawn to this other man like a moth to a flame. From appearance, the second son, as you are the second daughter. A flare of understanding and sympathy in your chest as to how that is. You want to grab his hand and run away with him.

“My lord,” you find your voice and snap your eyes back to the Viscount, “would you do me the honour of introducing me to the rest of your wonderful family?” your ask, almost timid.

He looks temporarily taken aback, as if mystified why anyone in the Ton would care about the status of anyone beyond his mother and himself. You smile at him expectantly and do not miss, from the corner of your eye, how the beautiful man’s face is awash with surprise at your request.

“Oh, most certainly,” Anthony seems to snap out of his temporary stupor and turns to introduce his siblings in attendance. A tall, baby-faced young man stands to attention as Anthony moves from left to right. “This is Colin; he has just returned from his travels in Greece,” you nod and smile politely, knowing nothing of the subject. “And this is my sister, Eloise; it is her first season, and she is not in the slightest bit happy about that,” he adds dryly, and you can't help but giggle and feel a kinship with the spirited young lady who returns your wry smile. “My eldest sister, the Duchess of Hastings, who is visiting us,”

You curtsy and bow your head. “It is an honour, your Grace,” you add, and she smiles sweetly at you, her arm looped in her mother's.

“Obviously, you have met my mother,” he continues, and suddenly he is the last in the line. You feel your palms clench, sweaty in anticipation of learning his name “... and this is my brother, Benedict; he hopes to be an artist.”

You are finally brave enough to meet his eyes again. He is so achingly beautiful that the rest of his family, indeed the whole ballroom, melt away from your view—he is all you can see.

“Oh, I adore art,” you stutter, mesmerised, offering your hand to him, the first and only person in the family you do so to. Unseen by you, your gaze only on one man, Anthony’s mouth drops open in surprise.

Nothing can prepare you for when Benedict’s gloved hand gently touches yours, him bowing to kiss the back of your hand. You catch a woody citrus scent that makes your mouth water as he does so. And then you feel the warmth of his lips through your glove, and you are utterly undone.

“Miss y/l/n,” he rumbles quietly, the sound making your insides melt even more; it's deep and resonant and makes every inch of your body tingle.

“Please call me y/n,” you murmur, moving closer, knowing how scandalous that might be, but seemingly unable to stop yourself. He has a hypnotic hold over you that you don't want to fight.

“Only if you shall call me Benedict,” he breathes, and it takes Anthony clearing his throat to make you spring apart, suddenly remembering where you are.

____

His lips touch the silk of your glove, and he is gone. 

Already planning a future, his mind supplying images of you at his cottage out in the country, the lady of the house. Tending to the herb garden, reading happily curled up in front of the fire in the drawing room, fearlessly plucking a bow as you stand in front of joint archery targets gently teasing him for losing to a girl, and finally, the image that truly knocks the wind out of him, you naked under him, desperately moaning his name as you move together, entwined in ecstasy.

He hears your sharp inhale, and his heart skips at the idea you feel it too. That you are the first woman ever that sees him and not Anthony. Really sees him. Not as the second son. Not as a consolation prize. 

And when your body seems to sway towards him, he is already mentally asking his mother for a betrothal ring from her grandmother, which she said she is keeping just for him.

____

“Benedict,” his name feels wonderful in your mouth, like a gift from the heavens. “Please, may we take a turn around the gardens?” you implore, the boldest you have ever been in your whole life. 

“It would be my very greatest pleasure,” he responds.

And you know with absolute certainty you have met your husband, the father of your children, your very future. 

____

“It is not as if this is my show….” he sighs.

“You should not do that, darling,” you say affectionately, ruffling his hair as you move to fix his cravat; it definitely needs to be more jaunty, in your opinion.

“Do what?” he breathes, his wedding ring catching the light as he places his hands gently over yours and stills your motions.

“Think of yourself as second,” you argue, running your hand over his cheek. “This gallery opening may feature others' work too, but you are the star of the exhibit,” you reassure, tilting his forehead down so it rests upon yours.

There it is again. That look that always floors you. Even now, a year later. Like you are the most wondrous creature, and he can scarcely believe you are his.

“Never forget, you will always be first to me,” you utter fiercely, watching his eyes soften with devotion. “And not just me….” you guide his sizeable warm hand onto the swell of your belly, “to us. We love you so much, Benedict,” your tone is ardent, wanting him to believe he deserves this recognition, that he should believe in himself the way that you do.

“I love you, too,” he responds quietly, reverentially. “So very much. Both of you are my whole world,” his voice choked with emotion, and you throw your arms around him and squeeze hard, wanting to telegraph just how much he is the very centre of your universe.

An hour later, you clutch your hands over your chest as you watch him being brought onto the raised stage and introduced to the crowd as they applaud him and his work rapturously, awaiting to hear him talk of his art. As he does so, you stroke your belly unseen under your cloak, beaming with pride for your wonderful husband.

____

He sees your face in the crowd, and as ever, it calms him, especially at this landmark moment. So as he finishes the speech that he has rehearsed for days now, he decides to do something perhaps unconventional but something he seems unable to resist.

“Lastly, before I allow you back to your champagne,” he jests, finally at ease with the attention and recognition. “I want to thank my life’s inspiration, the very reason I stand before you today. My wonderful wife. Thank you, my love, for being the light of my life; for always making this second son your first choice. You will always, always be my first choice. I love you.” 

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[weareallfuckingfruit]

okay here, as promised, is actual good content.

I just think it would be kinda cool if the peaches all lived together in a cute sorority house or something like omg

-jess being designated the house cook IMMEDIATELY because she's the only one who's got a clue what to actually do

-Lupe tries to cook once because everyone else has a killer hangover and it goes horribly like omg house nearly burned down the lot. it ends with Maybelle patching up several burns and Jess' face filled with worry.

-maybelle being the cutest and planning all the house events

-the ARGUING over who's movie it is (Carson and Shirley ALWAYS pick Pitch Perfect but Lupe and Jess fight fiercely for literally anything else)

-Lupe waking up in Jess' bed after way too many drinks and just staying there because it's not like she can run away from this, she lives here.

-Carson waking up in Greta's and being so, so glad she didn't have a boyfriend anymore.

-Shirley and Esti reading together in a little corner of their house

-Carson doing cute nerdy shit like fantasy baseball and Jo absolutely ripping her for it.

-Jo doing nerdy shit like STEM and Carson absolutely ripping HER for it (Carson's a literature major)

-Jess just becoming a house cat and is constantly curled up literally anywhere napping.

-Greta also becoming a house cat and sleeping nowhere except Carson

-Maybelle fixing anything that's broken and everyone basically worshipping her for this bc the TV shorted out a while back (this is so out of canon but I just think she's girlbossed her way to the top ngl)

anyway I just think it'd be neat if they did this fanfic writers do it and I'll love you forever.

asks are open! leave a prompt or something and I'll share my thoughts on it for you guys

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

And rounding out our ladies: "speaking in code" for Carrie??

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Sorry, y'all, I'm a few days behind. Hoping to catch up (and maybe even get ahead if I can help it) today. Enjoy! This takes place pre-possession (probably pre-canon ngl, though not by much). Tw for mentions of disordered eating/names of eating disorders.

Also happy 2 year anniversary to JATP!

Send me prompts! (I need like 9 more to round out the month).

Carrie’s phone buzzes as she’s taking off her makeup in the bathroom mirror.

She tosses her all-organic makeup wipe in the wastebasket and grabs her phone from its charging port on the counter.

It’s a text from Nick: Ring Ring.

Carrie rolls her eyes, gritting her teeth to curb the blush that threatens to pinken her cheeks, even though no one can even see her and it’s stupid to be embarrassed about being embarrassed.

It’s just that Nick’s coded texts are always so dumb. “Ring Ring” is supposed to symbolize a dinner bell, and it’s Nick’s way of asking if Carrie’s eaten yet without sounding like her babysitter.

Kitchen’s closed, she texts back— her own code for not hungry so leave me alone— and goes back to scrubbing glitter off her face.

Barely a minute later, her phone rings— FaceTime, from Nick.

“Ugh,” Carrie mutters. She does not want Nick to see her right now— bare-faced and puffy from the makeup remover, her hair pulled back and off her forehead with a flowery bandana Rose Molina gave her. But she can already see the screenshot he’ll send her— his own face, pouting, under the “FaceTime Not Available” screen��� if she doesn’t pick up, so she just makes sure to point the camera at the ceiling.

“Is it a McDonald’s day or do I need to bring something over to cook?” Nick says as soon as the call connects.

Carrie leans closer to the mirror to make sure she’s getting all the mascara off. “Hello to you, too, Nicholas,” she says faux-brightly. “Did you not see my text, or…?”

“No, I saw it.” Nick’s voice is a little muffled, like he’s chewing on something; Carrie glances over at her phone screen, but all she can see is a moving sky and treeline. He must be walking. “I’m just not an idiot.”

“Excuse me?”

“Kitchen can’t be closed, Care. You had a voice lesson before school, dance practice after school, Kayla told me you were designing Dirty Candi costumes all through lunch, and I know Greta leaves early on Fridays and there’s no way you made yourself something before beginning your elaborate post-rehearsal skincare routine. So! What am I bringing you?”

Carrie goes tense. She’s sure her face is all red and blotchy now, and her jaw already hurts from how tightly she’s clenching it, but she resists the urge to snap at Nick or hang up the phone.

It’s not that she doesn’t eat, okay? Despite the pressure of dance and Hollywood high school, and her dad’s weird psychiatric vegetarianism, she’s not, like, anorexic or anything. She just has high standards— it’s home-cooked or 5-star, except for on the most exhausting of days, on which she can manage to stomach fast food if Nick picks it up for her. That, and she’s busy. She’s constantly doing something to further her career— keeping her grades up or writing a song or perfecting a routine. She doesn’t have time to feel hungry at all, much less do anything about it.

And Nick knows that. Because Nick knows her.

Being known is… not something Carrie knows how to deal with.

“It’s not a McDonald’s day,” she says sharply, pulling her hair out of the bandana and finger-combing it into something approaching presentable. Since he’s coming over anyway… “But I think there’s leftover veggie curry in the fridge.”

“Great! I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Nick’s face appears briefly on her phone screen, too close to the camera, to smack her a kiss. “Love you!”

“Use your key, I’m not letting you in,” Carrie says before she hangs up.

And that’s sort of a code in and of itself.

For what, though, she’s not sure.

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[endlessymphony]

only one || s.b

sirius black x non gryffindor reader

summary - who isn’t in love with Sirius? messy love confessions and awkwardness. wc - 1.4k

based on this prompt — “I chose you. I’ll always choose you, no matter who comes in the way. There’s no one else.” found here

warnings - the usual cussing

a/n - ngl, this is purely self-indulgent. also had to make a reference to my favourite headcanon- french speaking Sirius.

Sirius Black was notorious for having people fawning over him constantly- it often seemed like everyone wanted him, but how could you blame them?

not only was he utterly charming, bred and born to have perfect manners and an eloquent way of speaking that would have anyone weak in the knees. he was also incredibly attractive, but it wasn’t like that went unnoticed.

everything around you faded away, as if there was a singular spotlight pointed at Sirius, illuminating him. in that moment, he was all that you could see. voices around you were muddled, all of your attention focused on this boy, you had long forgotten about your dinner by then.

“merlin, it’s like he was carved by the god’s himself.” you mumbled to Lily, who was seated next to you at the dinner-table. you couldn’t take your eyes off him, almost like you were deep in a trance, eyes trained on the way he carded a hand through his gorgeous dark hair. you could’ve died then and there.

Lily chuckled, nudging your shoulder, knocking you free from your trance. “stare any harder and you’ll burn a hole into his head.” you snapped out of it and felt heat rushing to your cheeks, eyes flickering down to look at your plate. “you don’t think he noticed, right?” you mumbled, biting at your bottom lip- a nervous habit you picked up. “not this time, y/n.” she answered, picking at her food, pushing it about the plate with her fork.

“why don’t you just go talk to him? just the two of you this time?” it was common for you to hang out with Sirius and the other marauders, but never alone.

“no!” your voice was a little too loud, people briefly glancing at you, “why would I do that? he wouldn’t even want to talk to me.” you were practically whisper-screaming at Lily, stumbling over your words. “he could have anyone in this school.”

“you could be that someone.” she quipped, giving you a wink. you sighed, turning to fully look at her and raising an eyebrow. “I have a hard time believing that, Evans.” shaking your head, you looked back at your plate and mirrored her- pushing your food about with your fork before setting it down. “don’t think he would look at me like that.”

“well… surprise! it seems like he’s doing just that right now, again.” Lily’s voice was sweet, but almost mocking. your eyes widened slightly, “why would you play with me like that.” you looked up, ready to roll your eyes at her but made eye-contact with Sirius instead. “fuck. he is looking at me, isn’t he?” you were frozen, face managing to get even hotter as he flashed you a smile. his eyes were soft, gaze almost… fond?

it felt like you were in heaven. you gave him a small wave, fingers trembling as you raised your hand. looking away just as quickly as you had looked at him in the first place.

“what the fuck.”

“careful, y/n, I think you need to breathe.”

“no shit.”

the next few days were uneventful; the moment that you had shared with Sirius on repeat in your brain, head feeling dizzy whenever you recalled it. that wasn’t the first time you had caught him staring at you, but you just brushed it off as him zoning out, or something along those lines.

you were sitting on Lily’s bed, running a brush through her hair- she always had you do her hair for her. “just wanted to let you know that you’re invited to tonight’s study session.” she turned to look at you, and you paused. “you’re coming, right?”

“I can’t leave you stranded with Potter.” a chuckle passes your lips, “and for that, you’re a saint.” Lily hums, turning back to face the wall so you can finish helping her with her hair. “you like him, don’t you?” you mused, teasingly. “maybe I’m growing a bit fond of him, but if you tell him that, I’ll hex you.” “my lips are sealed, Evans.”

you found yourself lounging in the chair closest to the Gryffindor fireplace shortly afterwards. the warmth kissing at your skin as you stared at the flames, tuning out the conversations happening around you, that was until you felt a hand on your shoulder. it must’ve been an hour or two that had passed. you looked up, a bit startled by the sudden pressure against your skin.

“Sirius.” you said with a smile, attempting to contain the nerves, feeling like you could possibly vomit.

“y/n.” he replied, a smile coming to his face as well- almost like he was mirroring you. “mind if I?” he began to sit on the arm of the chair, “not at all.” you replied.

“so…” you started, looking down at your lap, beginning to fidget with your fingers. “do you often stare at me like that?” Sirius cut you off, the smile on his face growing playful. “stare? like what?” your face was flushed once more, he had quite a talent for doing that to you.

“like how you were staring at me in the great hall.” his voice was like honey, sweet and thick. you felt his words choking you, pressure building in your throat and chest. “I was just zoning out, Lily was talking my ear off.”

you brushed him off, like you always do. it’s easier to run from situations like this, rather than confronting them head on. what if he was making fun of you?

“mhm, sure.”

Sirius hummed, his hand trailing down your arm, coming to rest on-top of your hands which were interlocked. you looked up at him, puzzled as to what he could possibly be doing. “that’s a shame, you know I often find myself staring at you.”

it felt like you were choking for real this time.

“you what?”

“I stare at you, y/n.” he said cooley, nonchalant. “when you look as pretty as you do, it’s hard not to.”

“cut the crap, Sirius, you’ve gotta be joking with me.” your tone was icy, eyes sharp as you stared at him, attempting to analyze his facial expression. he was completely serious- eyes soft as he stared back at you.

“you’re right about the fact that I can have anyone I want.” Sirius started, thumb brushing against the top of your hand. “but, I chose you. I’ll always choose you, no matter who comes in the way. There’s no one else.”

before you could reply, he stood up, offering a hand out to you. “can I walk you to your dorm?”

a “that would be lovely.” was all you could manage.

the walk was mostly quiet, the only thing making much noise was your footsteps against the tile flooring. Sirius’ hand gingerly brushed against yours, his eyes meeting yours once again, seemingly asking for permission without speaking. you nodded, and he smoothly slipped your hand into his, fingers intertwining.

you reached your dorm, hands still clasped together. “thank you.” you stared down at his feet, feeling awfully shy all of a sudden. “about earlier-“ he begins, you look up and chuckle. Sirius’ face flushes, were you laughing at him? “I like you too, if that’s what you were gonna ask.” you managed to contain yourself despite the butterflies that were bumping around in your stomach, making you feel like you could fall over any minute, your knees threatening to give out.

he cupped your face gently, eyes flickering down to look at your lips.

“may I?” “you may.”

Sirius leaned in and kissed you, the both of your eyes gently falling shut as your lips met. you couldn’t contain the giggle blossoming in your chest when you bumped your nose against his- Sirius much more experienced compared to you.

in this very moment, to him- you were all that mattered.

he pulled away and your eyes fluttered open to reveal him staring at you through half-lidded, dark eyes. “wow.” you were breathless, speechless, lightheaded.

Sirius released your hand from his, lips pressing sweetly against your forehead- close to your hairline. "Goodnight, mon amour.” he mumbled, breath hot against your skin. you noticed the pet-name he gave you, smiling like an idiot.

“Goodnight, Siri.” you cooed, leaving him there dumbfounded as you turned on your heels to open the door, and walk into your dorm.

every part of you felt like it was on fire.

you smiled even wider to yourself, arms wrapping around your chest as you spun yourself around, giggles bubbling into the air.

“goddamnit, Sirius Black, you’re the only one who could make me feel like this.”

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[bakubub]

Best friend rigs the Secret Santa for Bakugo and yourself to get one another...

A/N: Hullo everybody!! This is part 2 (find part one HERE) of this Pinterest Prompt and part 3 will (hopefully) be the final part. I honestly thought this would be a 800 word fic but now we're barreling towards almost 5k all together whoops lol-

Warnings: Just a few swears here and there, SFW, its literally all Bakusquad shenanigans.

Word count: abt 1.5k, ENJOY <3

"Soooooo~ Who d'ya get for the cringle?" Kaminari asks, leaning back on his chair dangerously to look back at me, sitting on the desk behind him. I raise my eyebrows, since I can't just raise the one, and flick my pen expertly in my hand.

"Mr. Aizawa," I answered seriously. "I'm thinking of getting him another sleeping bag. The musty yellow one isn't really his colour."

Looking genuinely confused, Kaminari looks around to see if anyone else overheard our conversation.

I laugh at him, and kick his chair forward, causing him to shriek as he sits squarely on his butt. I look down to see a folded note on my desk, opening to read it as Mr Aizawa tells us to settle down;

Lover boy was TOTALLY just greasing off Kaminari for making you laugh. I think someone's still jealous from the whole sleeping incident...

Catching Mina's eye, I give her an I don't think so look, which she promptly rolls her eyes at. Its been a whole weekend since the 'sleeping incident', where I had woken up with Kaminari's arms wrapped around my waist and his head nestled on my stomach. Accidentally of course. We, along with Bakugo and Kirishima, had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room, talking late last Friday night.

It really wasn't a big deal... Kaminari apologised several times. I got over it, he got over it, and I don't see why Bakugo, whom Mina just loves to call 'lover boy', would even care.

Plus, I have bigger problems. Like what to get said lover boy for the Christmas Cringle we were supposed to be exchanging this Saturday. He's literally impossible to buy for. Well, I could always just buy him a new pair of shorts or something, but since I've had a crush on him since literally the first day of school, it needs to be perfect.

So far I've thought of a cookbook, an apron, a scarf since he's always wearing the brown one, or maybe even a matching beanie; then again his hair has such personality I don't even know if he CAN put a beanie over those suspiciously natural spikes...

"Hellooooo, come on, Aizawa dismissed us," Mina says, nudging my shoulder.

I snap out of my daze and gather my things, following out of the nearly empty classroom.

"Decided on what to get monsieur Hothead yet?" I sigh, already having predicted this question.

"Nope," I say, popping the p as we walk to the dorm rooms. "I'm thinking of maybe getting-"

"Hey girls, wanna meet at the common room at 6 for a rematch of UNO?" Kaminari asks, coming up from behind us and slinging an arm over my and Mina's shoulders like he always does.

"Yeah sure, we're down." Mina answers, pinching him in the side so he lets us out of his grasp. We duck away, laughing and continuing our banter, before I catch Bakugo's gaze.

"You coming too, Bakugo?" I ask, walking up next to him, ignoring my heart trying to escape its cage.

"Coming where?" He grumbles, still looking disgruntled and angry.

"We're playing UNO around 6 today in the common room. Come on, it'll be fun," I say, trying to persuade him into coming, since he never usually participates.

"HELL NO! I don't have time to waste, especially with you extras," He yells at me. I huff, rolling my eyes and continuing to ignore the feeling of my heart beating in my eyeballs, as I grumble, "you never do," and walk back next to Mina, who was now somehow in a water fight with Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero.

Overall certain that I didn't let my nerves peek through while talking to him, I don't register what's happening as Sero grabs Oijiro's water bottle out of his bag, unscrews the lid, then promptly dumps it over my head.

With Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari and even Bakugo gasping in the background, I wiped the water off my face, before realising my mascara had probably smudged all over my cheeks and glared at Sero, who was slowly backing away.

I practically growl before chasing him, blindly grabbing my own water bottle out of my bag and drenching him, messing up his styled hair which has him shrieking "sorry, I'm so sorry!" and has me cackling in sweet, sweet revenge.

---

"PLUS FOUR?! AGAIN KIRISHIMA! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Mina screeches as she pounds Kirishima's arm from next to him, who is laughing and judging from his reaction, barely feeling her punches. I know from experience, that Mina punches hard. He has to be really tough not to show an inkling of pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just really have to win this one!" He says, shooting a guilty smile Mina's way. Maybe he just doesn't feel pain in general...? I stare at him with suspicion as Mina huffs and she rolls her eyes at him, promptly dropping a four plus for the next person in our circle, who just happened to be me.

"Hey! Not cool, hypocrite." I mutter.

"I had to get my anger out somehow. I'm pretending you're Kirishima. Go on, pick up those cards, you slimy rat," Mina says smugly.

Giving her a confused look at her weird logic, I continued the game, Shoji and Hagakure also having joined in half way.

Just as I'm about to announce UNO, Bakugo stomps through the common room and sits right in between myself and Mina, crossing his legs on the floor and leaning back on his two hands.

"BAKUBRO! YOU CAME!" Kirishima yells excitedly, Kaminari and Sero also whooping and cheering.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up. I finished my work and came to see what you idiots were doing." He says, voice gruff but not screaming for once.

I raise my brows at him, and he scowls and looks the other way, not being able to face me after he so rudely rejected my invitation a few hours ago.

"Oh please, you just couldn't handle the FOMO." I say teasingly, smirking at him without fully turning my face so the others can hear.

Sero stifles a laugh and Kaminari looks confused before the dots connect and he also has his hand clamped around his mouth.

"She has a green 7," is all he says, a sadistic look of satisfaction overtaking his features. It takes a moment for all of us to realise what he just said.

Mina cackles as she changes the colour to red, effectively stopping me from winning the game.

Shooting him a dirty look, I lean over to grab another card, simultaneously elbowing him hard in the shin, which he doesn't even react to.

What is it with these guys and their weirdly high pain tolerance?

Ignoring him now, we continue the game, Kirishima practically slamming his last card on top of the deck. "I WON, I WON, man that was so MANLY," He celebrates as I see Mina rolling her eyes and silently fuming. I begin to shuffle and hand out the cards deliberately skipping Bakugo, which doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"Oi, where are my cards?" He asks, annoyance evident in his tone as Kirishima continues to gloat in the background about how manly his win was and Kaminari complaining about how he never "gets the good cards." When I don't respond, Bakugo steals my cards from in front of me, leaning forward to play with the others.

Snarling, I grab my cards out of his hand, causing him to snarl back, until we're fighting for the 7 cards.

"What are you guys doing, there's a whole ass deck here, you know," Sero says, eyebrows raised and nudging Kirishima.

"These. Ones. Are. MINE." I gasp out, my knee coming around to jab him in his side as his hand pushes me down from my sternum. Oxygen knocked out of my lungs, I gasped for air as I tried to hold the cards out of his reach, my hero training kicking in as I snake my other arm around the back of his neck to hold him in an upside down headlock. Trying to push his forehead onto the ground, I give the cards to Mina, who laughs and takes them, after taking a photo of us.

Having apparently heard the camera click, Bakugo (after struggling a great deal might I smugly add) gets out of my head lock and zones in on Mina. "Delete that photo, Racoon Eyes," He snarls.

"Not in a million years. Awww, look Bakugo are you blushing?" She says, pointing at her phone.

Eyes widening and red creeping up his neck, Bakugo snatches the phone out of her hand and deletes the photo, before getting up and leaving.

"C'mon Bakubro, she's just joking," Kirishima says, following him out.

"Yeah man, you didn't even play a game yet," Sero adds.

"I HAVE STUFF TO DO!" He screams, seemingly going back to his old self.

"Didn't you just say that you finished your homework?" Kaminari asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"SHUT IT, CHARGEBOLT! I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO YOU," he says a tad too harshly, turning slightly to glare at him with bulging eyeballs. Kaminari closes his mouth and shuffles his cards, trying not to set him off again.

"Bakugo-" I start, but when he doesn't turn, I find myself letting him leave.

Staring dejectedly at Mina, she gives me a giddy smile and grabs my phone, going onto her messages and smirking as she shows me the photo he just deleted.

"I sent it to you as soon as I took it. Thank me later," she says, winking, as she gets up to leave, dragging Sero and Kaminari with her.

I look down at the slightly blurry photo, seeing me handing Mina the UNO cards under Bakugo with a desperate expression. He has his hand pressed down on my sternum, straddling my waist and looking down at me, with an unmistakable smile gracing his features. Unless that's just a new way of scowling.

The phone dims and all of a sudden I'm confronted with my own expression on the darkened screen.

A lovesick fool.

That's all I can see.

A/N: Ngl pretty proud of that ending. JUst in case I'm not as slick as I think I am, she meant herself and Bakugo, hehe <3

Notes, interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

Find part 3 HERE

[vinnival]

WAIT I ACCIDENTALLY FOLLOWED YOU IS THAT MEAN?? UGH I DUNNO BUT WOULD IT BE ALR IF I ASKED FOR A MADNESS COMBAT MATCHUP,,

i don't really mind any pronouns but i use she her! i'm 5'5, and currently questioning my sexuality (ALL I KNOW IS IM NOT STRAIGHT BAHBAH) i have fluffy dark brown hair, shoulder length im pretty sure?? my hair is fucking whack, i have brown eyes, and my skin doesnt decide whether it wants to b light or dark, but most of the time it can b pretty light and i havent gone outside 4 a bit,, pls send help][pray]]

my personality is also very idrk,, weird?> it really depends on who im talking to because i have a fear of losing people but uhh,, i'm very playful and a bit harsh, i pick fights with people,, i really enjoy listening to people vent and helping them, some of my friends consider me to be a mother figure to them and it makes me super happy honestly-- i get angry easily and it leads to me saying prickly things to people or just me breaking things, im scared of making new friends and meeting new people because of the way i am, i tend to act like a cat like meowing, hissing, and stuff like that,, i also really like attention but like,, not too much attention because its just annoying, and im an asshole.

im currently obsessed homestuck and madness combat. I think true crime cases are really interesting to me, making games on roblox, and bullying little children on there

i didnt know if i should put this here but i have mental illnesses, such as autism, adhd, d.i.d, and other things that will make me feel like one of those people that make me feel kinda gross

I DONT KNOW IF THAT WAS GOOD MY ENGLISH SUCKS WHAWAAHBJNKFMLDS

I'll finish this when I'm done with all the prompts and hc requests!

finally..... after 2 months..... all done !! Here we go ! Enjoy <3

MATCHUPS ARE NOT OPEN YET

You got a match! You're matched with...

2BDAMNED

<3

First off lemme say: he'd love bullying kids on roblox with u

Oh yeah father figure with mom friend? Perfect match

He forces you to help him take care of the boys but u don't mind because you love him <3

Ngl he probably met you off of a random website that was miraculously still up in Nevada

Replied to one of your comments or something along those lines??

He said something silly n so you were automatically intrigued

"hey lol" -ur first text

lord u were NERVOUS

But !! You immediately hit it off w him! You both slowly but surely knew more about each other

He didn't fully trust you as a person (anyone can be out to kill him tbh) so he was restrictive, but he was confident in the firewalls and proxies he set up so AAHW won't find him

Alas after enough days he finally felt comfortable enough to meet you irl

You felt 100x more nervous, scared even, but you trusted him enough to only bring one gun

Finally, you two met, immediately growing comfortable in each others' presence

2B discarded the pistol and knife he had hidden away, and you tossed away your pistol

"Don't toss your gun what the fuck"

"I do what I want pissbaby"

You can tell he gave you a scowl; "just as mean as you are online, I see how it is"

Your eyes narrowed playfully,"If you expected anything different change your standards"

Since he knew you love to rile people up for no reason, he kept calm. He would usually keep calm in these situations, so even if you didn't tell him, he'd be good

Whoa you act like a cat? He thinks that's p cute tbh

Hank also loves interacting with you bc of your cat-like habits

Oh man. Loves. I mean, LOVES. petting/brushing ur hair .

So fluffy......so pretty....

When you've had enough attention, he picks up on it immediately and respects ur boundaries

Also loves watching true crime with you ! I can see him being interested in other serial killers since he has to deal with one himself and would like to know more about their general mindset instead of directly asking hank a metric shitton of questions

He takes you into his work space while he works so u two can just talk yanno

If you start getting riled up for any reason, he stops what he's doing, gently grabs you, and leads you out of there so you don't break any of his hard-earned equipment

Aye you werent complaining he holds u so gentol....

If you have an episode of any kind, he's there to try and calm you down. He has multiple methods of calming people down depending on what type of crash they're having, if u dissociate and need help remembering what ure doing, he's totally fine with reminding you ! Don't be ashamed or afraid of your mental state around him, he's as close to a doctor that one could be in Nevada, so he won't judge you for what you have. It's a part of you :] !!

Asks you out in the dumbest way possible (in your opinion)

He gets back in the site you first met him on and shot you a message

You were confused when you checked it the next day on the same computer he used

"So... Want to date?"

"2B?!" You yelled, your voice cracking

it's been so long since I've done my last madcom matchup that I literally had to look at one of my old ones to remember how I formatted it Bruh

anyways I hope u enjoyed !!!! <3

[strfd]

aicidos

send URL for opinion. always open.

@aicidos​ ! you have been url dropped ! so i am merely assuming that they wanted me to write some positivity for you ( or do the URL opinion prompt ) . so i am here to give you just that ~

MY OPINION ON ;

character in general : you have quite the muse list there & i could ... honestly ? talk about only tifa , but you actually have a few other muses that i would be more than interested in interacting with because i LIKE them & know them very well . so i suppose i will give you a brief summary of those muses .

TIFA - honestly ... i originally started playing the game as a means to see if i could pick her up as a muse because i REALLY just love & adore her character . like yes , she’s really REALLY pretty . gorgeous honestly . but she just looks like she’s sweet but has that no - pushover personality . really though . she’s quite independent & means well . she has a tender touch but also can balance it out with strength . she’s beautiful , honestly . everything about her is just ... UGH . i would love to date her ngl . & even then , i think i would just be happy with being her friend . there’s just something about her that makes me go 🥺 like the more i played the game , the more i realised that she’s not really my muse type in terms of what i am able to write - at the very least , i dont think i would EVER do her any justice . she’s .... just .... too perfect for me . not to mention that she seems like a bit of an empath , and while i have plenty of muses that are ( i think they’re all OCs though ) , i would STRUGGLE with tifa . but i fell even more in love with her as the game progressed . which ended up with me shipping cloti HRNGH . 

RENO - look this man is a shit . no doubt about it . i have posted my thoughts about reno already before . so i will keep this a bit on the short side , but please understand that i fucking LOVE but also HATE him . i have a thing for assholes i suppose , but like ... it’s weird . also i like his character design ngl . idk . like i dont think i would enjoy his company but .... reno pretty .... T^T

DOROTHEA - i am actually very familiar with khalid & sylvain as well , but i will NOT go into depth about them as i unfortunately do not discuss them with others ( i have this weird reverse dupe anxiety about it since one of my very close partners ships sylvix with me & i , unfortunately , don’t have any interest in seeing another sylvain . but this also extends to khalid as well ) . i know that i have mentioned that FE3H is a bit of a nauseating topic for me just given personal history in that fandom , but i still REALLY enjoy the game & the characters . i do have to admit that i have fallen in love with dorothea recently due to her presence in a dimiclaude fanfic she is in . i am more than HAPPY to link you to the fic , but understand that it’s not complete ( & it’s not revolving around her ) . her role in the fic , though , is enough to make me go . damn . i love her . like A LOT . i think she is a character that some people sleep on at times . i know i did HRNGH please forgive me . honestly though . she’s such a diva - in more ways than one - but i just go ... mmmmm strong & powerful bi vibes . coupled with the fact that ... i adore mercie , & my go to ship for mercie is with dorothea . though that perhaps has to do with the fact that , again , this fic & discussion with a couple of people as got me all doe eyed for them . anyway .. dorothea is lovely . she’s amazing . she deserves nice things . 

KISUMI SHIGINO - lol i actually write nagisa ! though honestly free ! was one of the few animes that i really just got into but never had been able to get a strong foothold in general about talking about it to others . but it was the only sports anime i got into HRNGH . i do have to say , though , that i really do like kisumi . i liked how he looked & his personality & all . idk i just value & support supporting characters a lot ! im sorry i dont have much more than this for you T^T 

how they play them : uhhhhhhh .... honestly i will go with tifa & dorothea since i’ve seen them the most .

TIFA - yes hi so um ?????  fucking love her so much ????? man oh MAN . i have to like sometimes pull back & tell myself that i need to NOT make it sound like im wanting to ship them ( eventhoughishipthemsohard ) . but like even on a platonic level . i get so SOFT ... like ? i get so excited whenever i have something to write for you because my cloud muse just immidiately goes ‘ tifa ... 🥺🥺🥺 ‘ so yea ... i eat up ALL of your tifa content so much because it makes me so T^T she’s so soft & gentle & sweet & AHHH !! ( i am editing this & fallen started playing by gert taberner & im getting so soft again omfg ) honestly though its so clear & evident that you have such an amazing grasp in her voice & as a muse . it makes me REALLY thankful & lucky to have an opportunity to write with you . i know that we haven’t really talked lately but just know & understand that i appreciate you so much . thank you for writing her . my heart goes doki doki for your tifa .

DOROTHEA - i know you tag it appropriately ( for which i am VERY grateful for because sometimes i just need that warning due to having very little spoons ) but sometimes i do read what you have to write for her . not ALWAYS but enough to be like . ‘ oh i like this . i like this a lot ’ . i get a very healthy amount of dorothea content from you & it makes me really happy to see it . i’d like to see a little more , or , at the very least , get to talk to you about her cause i do technically have a FE3H verse for cloud dhsadshl LOL but i’m also just happy & content to just see her as well . she’s pretty ! i also would like to say that , it’s pleasant seeing dorothea written by you . it’s def helped me be a bit more comfortable seeing content & sometimes it makes me want to go back to felix to attempt to write with more FE writers instead of just flat out ignoring the fandom HRNGH . 

The Mun : i feel like i am going to go off repeating & rambling . & i feel like ... i may have already said many of these things to you but .... im 🥺 with you ! i love interacting with you or just seeing you on the dash ! you’re very sweet . not like SUPER sweet . like sometimes like honey & tea but sometimes i like to think of you as more of a milk tea than anything else ! you know what ... yea ! you’re very much like bubble milk tea to me ! meaning that i really LIKE you ! you’re very pleasant & sweet . i love that softness to you & i love that there’s never any pressure to get to anything . it’s just very chill & lax & cool .

OKAY but i also do have to point out the fact that we were both just ... SHY to approach the other bgdsakfjlgb we were both basically just looking at each other with admiration & awe but we were both chicken to like APPROACH with left us with the whole ‘ i want to interact with them but im too SHY to ask ‘ . i think that was just really FUNNY to witness dsaagdhsflkjb . but really thought . you are an asbolute sweetheart & i hope you know that you can ALWAYS come & approach me whenever you want about anything !

DO I ;

RP with them : YES . i mean i stare at tifa & cloud ...

Want to RP with them : omg yes always ??? with your other muses too like please . i would like that . but also i wouldn’t mind just tifa too though alkfdshgfb . give me more tifa & cloud interactions T^T lets do all the plots & threads ...

WHAT IS MY ;

Overall Opinion : i did say something about how you & sam being cinnamon & sugar . & i still think that LOL . because you guys are . don’t know if you are the sugar or the cinnamon but .... really though . you’re somft ... like a cute little marshmallow .. im T^T youre very cute ~

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

[ggukkiedae]

Heyyy! Not sure if you still take prompt requests but an angst 5 for miya would be kinda cool? I just lowkey miss reading angsty stuff 🤡

alsjdjf no problem hun 🥰 the amount of angst i’m gonna be putting out for like the remainder of 2017 tho 👁👄👁 (seri is still living her best life ngl 🤧) anyway! i kinda loosely based this off of a real life thing, so it’s a little frantic? anyway, here’s some angst for you~

prompt: “Wake up! Please wake up.”

Yoonmi had a track record of passing out before big performances due to overworking herself. Yes, it has gotten better over the past few years, and she hasn’t passed out in the last year, but the boys could never be too sure. Everyone, and I mean everyone, kept an eye on Yoonmi.

Their concert rehearsals were not exactly the easiest, especially when they did full on runs. She had been stressing over her finals as well, and she lacked both sleep and enough nutrition. Not that the boys knew. They thought she would get food delivered to the company. (But she always was in a small reading nook near their dorm instead.)

Just as they finished the rehearsal for Blood Sweat and Tears, she rushed towards the wings of the stage. Jimin’s eyes followed after her, and his feet moved towards her direction on their own accord. He sped up when he saw her slightly swaying.

“Yoonmi-ah,” he called out cautiously. His eyes widened as a thud sounded out throughout the whole stadium.

Yoonmi had collapsed.

Jimin immediately ran over and elevated her head.

“Wake up!” He patted her cheek to try and get her to open her eyes. “Please wake up.”

Yoongi knelt next to them and pulled her lower lip down just a little to check its color where her lip tint didn’t cover it. “She’s too pale. Jungkook, can you bring her over to the waiting room?”

“Already on it,” Jungkook picked her up from Jimin’s hold, tucking her head safely into the crook between his neck and shoulder before running off.

“Go with him, Jimin,” Hoseok instructed. “Make sure her legs are elevated. Jin hyung, let’s go get her a drink and something to eat.”

“Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi turned to Namjoon only to find him on the phone already calling the medics who were stationed just outside the stadium. He turned to Taehyung. “Taehyung-ah, get me a towel and a bowl of ice water. Meet me in the waiting room asap.”

Taehyung nodded and ran off in the direction of the bathroom.

Yoongi speedily made his way to the waiting room where Jungkook had situated himself on the side of the couch to have Yoonmi’s head on his lap. Jimin was stacking cushions and bags under her legs to keep them up.

“Is this good, hyung?” Jimin asked. Yoongi nodded.

“Perfect,” he knelt down on the floor next to the couch. “Make sure no one but the boys, our managers, or medical staff come in, okay?”

Jimin nodded and went to stand by the door. Yoongi slipped his hand under Yoonmi’s back. He couldn’t feel the clasp, so that meant she was wearing a sports bra. Her skin was burning up, as well.

“Take her sweater off,” he instructed Jungkook.

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Hyung, it’s winter! She’s gonna catch a cold!”

“Her skin is burning hot,” Yoongi steeled his gaze at the younger boy. “She’s basically overheating. She needs to cool down and breathe.”

Yoongi placed an apologetic kiss on Yoonmi’s hand before unbuttoning her pants and unzipping them for less restriction on her diaphragm. He cursed. Why did she have to wear jeans that were both skinny and high waisted?

Jungkook pulled her sweater over her head and gently fixed her hair so it wasn’t sticking to her skin. He placed the sweater on her abdomen to keep her from getting too exposed.

“Hyung, I have the cold stuff!”

Taehyung rushed over and handed Yoongi the towel in container with ice water to the older boy before moving to remove Yoonmi’s boots from her feet.

Yoongi took the folded towel and wrung the excess water out of it. He gently wiped it across her forehead, the front and back of her neck, and from shoulder to shoulder. He repeated the actions until he felt her skin cooling down.

“I brought medics,” Namjoon came into the room soon after.

Jungkook and Yoongi narrowed their eyes a little as the male medic made to step forward. His partner, a woman, noticed this and held her partner back. She gently asked him to leave the room before turning back towards Yoonmi. She stepped forward and took Yoonmi’s vitals, gently checking her over as well.

“It looks like you’ve handled this well,” she noted. “A little too well. Does this happen often?”

“It used to,” Namjoon confirmed. “It hasn’t happened in a while, though.”

“She’ll be fine with rest and a proper meal,” the medic reassured the boys. “Get some sugar in her, too. It’ll help.”

“Would a sports drink do?” A voice called in. Hoseok walked through the doors, paperbag in hand and Seokjin on his tail. “I’m pretty sure we bought the biggest one from the convenience store.”

“We also bought her a rice meal,” Seokjin added. “Is she okay? Does she have a concussion or anything? Is it more than just fatigue? Is she sick?”

The medic laughed. “Relax, Jin-ssi. By the looks of it, there’s nothing wrong aside from fatigue. As for concussions...”

“I caught her before she hit the ground.” Jimin called from where he stood by the door.

“She should be fine, then,” she told them. “I know you guys are idols, but please remember to take care of yourselves. You might burn yourselves out at this rate. It could affect your ability to perform as well.”

“That’s what we keep telling her,” Jungkook grumbled.

The medic raised her eyebrow in slight amusement before dusting her hands off and standing up. “I’ll leave you seven with her until she wakes up just so she isn’t overwhelmed. I’ll be in the room next door, so call me when she wakes up, okay?”

With a word of agreement from the boys, the medics walked over to the next room. Jimin locked the door so he could come sit by Yoonmi without worrying about anyone coming in. The seven boys sat in silence while Yoongi continued to use the towel to cool her down.

“Keep an eye on her for the tour,” Namjoon instructed everyone. “Go back to how we last did it. Jimin, Jungkook, Yoongi hyung, make sure she sleeps. Jin hyung and Taehyung, make sure she eats enough. Hoseok and I will make sure she rests in the middle of the day.”

Taehyung frowned worriedly while looking at their makdungie. “This is a one time thing, right?”

“We’ll make sure it stays that way.”

The look of determination on Hoseok’s face as well as his tone of finality made everyone turn to look at him. No one noticed the way Yoonmi’s eyebrows scrunched together as she tried to open her eyes. Her head moved the slightest bit when the lights blinded her. Jungkook’s head snapped down to look at her.

“Mimi, can you hear me?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled while trying to sit up. The other boys immediately turned to her, Jimin and Yoongi helping her sit up so she was resting against Jungkook’s side. Taehyung immediately claimed the seat on her other side and draped his arm on the back of the couch behind her.

“Drink this,” Hoseok handed her the bottle. He helped her hold it while she took a few sips. “We just need to bring your sugar levels up. Do you think you can eat?”

“I don’t know...”

“Try a little,” Seokjin knelt next to Yoongi and held a spoonful of food to her mouth. “It’s gonna be weird, but I need you to finish this rice meal, okay? We bought the smallest one.”

“Jimin, call the medic to check on her,” Namjoon instructed as Seokjin fed her. Jimin nodded and walked out the door. It was only then when Yoonmi realized something.

“Why am I shirtless? And why are my jeans unbuttoned?”

Jungkook groaned. “You pass out, and that’s what you care about?”

Yoonmi just shrugged. Yoongi shook his head fondly while adjusting her sweater which still covered her lower abdomen. Typical Yoonmi.

[sunnysviolin]

Reading that one post it makes me imagine Mari comforting her Mob Husband when he had those nights where he feels horribly guilty about those three deaths.

Nonnie....I kinda went off with this ngl. I didn’t really stick to your prompt but like...I went off with this. Hero is my favorite character and I love him so much in this AU and if you want to resend this and get bulletpoints or something then aok but I think you’ll like what I have. I’m...obsessed with it ngl. I’ve been working on it all day long, and I think it’s not half bad. But also ummm Huge fucking TW on this one guys. 

TW: Death TW: Violence TW: Mafia TW: Knives

In his dreams, Hero always ends up back in that parlor. 

It was an opulent room, extravagant to the point of garish. There was a tall ceiling with a simply enormous chandelier hanging down. The tiny crystals glittered in the light, sending dancing shadows along the walls. Along one wall was a bar with a gleaming gold rim. It was gilded with real gold, Hero knew on instinct. He had become an expert in finding the truth since he had taken his place at Mari’s side. 

The only ordinary thing in the room was the knife. Just a straight butcher knife, polished clean. It sat on the table in front of the couch he sat at. Everything else was excellence, the best of the best. This one thing was average. The thing that Tommy “Hedonist” Barone was going to use to kill them was average. The irony would have been funny if it didn’t make Hero feel sick. 

Those are the things that stick out to him- the glittering chandelier, the glowing bar, and the knife. 

Hero knows it's a dream because he’s wearing his pajamas. Just a t-shirt and boxers, remarkably plain for everything in the room. That day he had been in a custom made suit, tailored to fit his exact frame. He had burned that suit, it no longer existed. It had been a beautiful thing, the fabric sinfully luxurious against his skin and light enough he barely noticed. Barone had apparently paid an italian seamstress thousands for each piece of the ensemble, just for the perfection of that night. Hero had hated every second of wearing it. 

He knows its a dream, but he’s still terrified. He’s still shaking as he sits on the too soft cushions of the couch and waits alone in this too big room. There’s no point in trying the doors, he knows that right outside wait two burly guards. They are the same people who marched him here from the cell they had been holding him in. The cell Tommy Barone had tortured him in. 

The cell where he had laughed about how he would kill Hero’s family. How he would rip apart his brothers, Aubrey, Mari, his father, even his mother though she had been dead for over a year. Over and over he had taunted Hero, cutting him and beating him and burning him, all in an effort to get him to scream. Hero had stayed silent. 

The human part of Hero wants him to run and hide or pick up the knife and prepare to go down fighting. Hero keeps himself still and straight. He is the consigliere of the most powerful crime syndicate in the world. His wife is Don Migliore, a legend. Tommy Barone was nothing. He would not be what made Hero break. If he was going to die, he would die, but he wouldn’t be turned into a puppet for Barone to use against his family. The door opposite the one he came in opened, and in walked the Hedonist. 

Tommy Barone was every stereotypical mobster- his greasy hair and his rotund belly. He hid himself under fancy shirts and fingers fat with rings, but Hero had known him most of his life. Hedonist was a slimeball who liked to pretend himself into being a capo. Hero hated that there was fear inside of him from this man, this pig of a man. 

“Well well. You shine like a jewel. I dare say you didn’t even look this nice at your wedding Henry!” Hedonist taunted, the words forever branded into Hero’s mind. He would remember the exact words said to him that night for the rest of his days. Hero loathed being called Henry. Only his mother had ever gotten away with it, but that didn’t matter to Barone. Hero shot a harsh glare towards Barone but kept his mouth shut. 

“Still not talking? And after all the trouble I went through to get you that suit.” Barone stepped further into the room and waddled his way over to the bar. He grabbed a crystal decanter and poured himself a glass of amber, continuing to speak, “I have a little jewel myself- my own personal seamstress. Of course she lives in the old country, she would never want to leave, but I pay her well to be available whenever I need her. She handcrafts everything I wear. Isn’t her work magnificent?”

Hedonist turned from the bar and began to walk to the lounging area. He took a second to do a slow spin, turning to Hero with an expectant look. Hero bit the tip of his tongue between his teeth. A beat passed and Hedonist sighed, coming to sit on the couch directly opposite Hero. 

“I’m fine with continuing to talk if you don’t want to, Henry. You were always a bit quieter though. Your brother, what a chatterbox!” Hero couldn’t help the slight jump in his shoulders when Hedonist mentioned Kel. Barone noticed this and jumped on it, continuing to ramble like the pathetic old man he was, “Even when you two were little you were always teaching him when to be quiet. You should hear him on the phone when your little wifey is arranging your safe return to her. I offered to send them a little piece of you when she tried to say I didn’t have you. Ha I think they had to drag him kicking and screaming from the room,” 

Hero was going to kill him. Hero was going to fucking kill him. Barone had been a part of his father’s business, had watched him and Kel both grow up. Tommy Barone was one of his father’s bannermen, a staple of their organization, but Hero had never liked him. When Mari had taken over she and Hero had cleaned house. Hedonist had been one of the first to go, his methods too messy, his tastes too extravagant. Barone had always lived up to his nickname, and Mari hadn’t wanted to deal with his exorbitant costs. Hero didn’t see it as a waste, and now he knew it wasn’t. 

Barone took a long slow sip of his drink, appraising Hero who continued to stare him down. Hedonist was forced to look away first, and his congenial attitude quickly soured, small blue eyes blown wide in fury.

“You should blame her for this, you know. Your precious Mari. Your family used to be powerful, one of the greats.” Barone sneered, downing the drink and slamming the glass down next to the knife. Hero jumped, his hands trying to pull away from one another. When had he been bound? Weren’t they free only a minute ago? 

Hero looked down at the rope rubbing angry red bracelets onto his wrists. Barone was still going on, but Hero was able to ignore it in favor of looking down and trying to remember how he got this way. He had been forced to listen to Barone’s drabble on an endless loop for the three weeks since he had been taken from outside the Bakery. Hero couldn’t remember anything from before he got in this room, but he knew it had happened. He knew he had been taken, he knew what Tommy had done to him, but it all felt murky. The details existed, but they held no meaning. Barone, clearly done with being ignored, leaned up and grasped Hero’s shoulder, pulling him roughly forward. 

“Now look at you, heir to nothing but being a bitch for some uppity woman who calls herself a Don.” Hedonist leered. Hero shook the man’s hands off of him, leaning back as far as he could. There were a thousand and one things right on the edge of his tongue, but he held himself back. He had gotten this far, he just had to keep playing the game. 

Barone laughed at the boy’s fire, a twisted noise that Hero had always loathed. He had heard it more than he ever wanted in the last few weeks, as Tommy took his pleasure from doing everything he could to get him to buckle. Barone stood, walking towards the door Hero had come in. 

“I hope I do get to hear you scream eventually, Henry. Maybe when Mari gets here,” Hero couldn’t help his quiet gasp. His heart beat a thunderous pattern, sick both with longing and fear. His girl couldn’t come here, not near this monster. Not for him. Hedonist saw that he had gotten a crack, and he chuckled again, “She’s coming herself to get you tonight. Mistress was finally willing to pay the price for her lost puppy back. I told her to come alone, but I’m sure she won’t. I’ll get the satisfaction of wiping your whole miserable family off the planet. At least the last time she sees you, you’ll look perfect. Aside from a few bumps and bruises.”

Barone locked the door, and Hero’s head spun. Mari was coming for him. He knew she had been looking for him, he knew that they had sent her pictures of the damage they had done, humiliating photos that Hero hoped Mari had destroyed before anyone else saw. He knew Mari would eventually come, but now that the reality was at his doorstep, Hero felt his control beginning to slip. Hedonist turned back around and with slow sloping steps began to get closer. Hero was never more aware of the knife in the room, the same knife that had given him the injuries that were still healing all over his body. They pulsed with a familiar wave of pain, and Hero tried to define the exact moment he had gotten so hurt. He didn’t understand, he hadn’t been hurt before. But he had? This was a dream. This wasn’t real. Why did it feel so real?  Hedonist was speaking again.

“The silent treatment is getting boring kiddo, and you know what I’m like when I’m bored.” Hero knew. Hero knew all too well. He had the evidence written into his skin. Hero kept his mouth shut. Mari would be here soon. Mari would make everything okay. Mari would make sure that Tommy begged for mercy, and then she would deny him. 

“Just a few more minutes… actually, I think I’ll kill you now. I was going to kill Mari first, just to get you to finally do something, but it would be more fun to throw your corpse down in front of her and see her lose it.” Barone’s face contorted in glee at the thought, and Hero’s stomach bottomed out. A few more minutes. Mari was coming. Mari would be here soon. 

“You’re the reason she killed her daddy after all. So...maybe all of this is your fault then.” No that wasn’t their fault. That wasn’t Hero’s fault. That was Mari’s father. Mari’s father had made his choices, and forced their hand. Mari had killed him to protect Sunny, to save their families. It hadn’t just been for Hero. It couldn’t have been just for Hero. He couldn’t have been the reason behind everything. It wasn’t true, it couldn’t be. Barone twisted the knife in his hands, throwing his final punch to Hero’s mind, “You’re the reason your family is nothing. You’re the reason your mother is dead.” 

Hero breath began to quicken, and Hedonist jerked him up by an arm, pressing the knife tip against his throat, tracing it almost lovingly against his pulse point. Hero was nearly hyperventilating, his eyes up, staring at the chandelier shaking. Was it the chandelier? It looked fuzzy. Maybe it wasn’t a chandelier at all. This was a dream? Why were his palms sweating? Why was he so terrified? If it wasn’t real, it wouldn’t be like this. He would wake up. 

Please wake up. Please wake up.

“Any last words? Anything to say?” Even if Hero had any, he wouldn’t be able to speak. His mouth was a desert, his throat closed tight. There was no air. This wasn’t a dream. He was going to die. He was only eighteen, and he was about to have his throat slit by an ex-mobster in a parlor. They were using him to get to his wife. Hedonist was going to hurt his Mari. “How disappointing,” 

A series of gunshots tore through the air, throwing them both out of synch. Hero took the two seconds that afforded him. He slammed his bound hands into the side of Tommy Barone’s head, taking all of the rage he had been storing up in the last 24 days and unleashing it. Barone stumbled back and Hero surged forward. He grabbed the blade end of the knife, wincing in pain as it cut into his palms. Hedonist’s grip was loose from disorientation, and that was enough for Hero to wrench it away, spin it around, and thrust it deep into Tommy Barone’s stomach. 

All sound cut out. A high pitched whine was shrieking in his ears. The knife handle was sticky in his grip from the blood. 

Tommy looked at him, confused as a lost child. Hero ripped the knife out of the other man’s gut and buried it in the side of his throat, joined hands holding fast to the black plastic handle. Hot blood sticky and disgusting sprayed out, staining Hero with it. The fabulous suit that Tommy had commissioned was destroyed, ripped from their scuffle and forever marked with red. 

Hero pulled the knife out with a horrific squelching noise, and Tommy fell back. His pale fingers went up to his throat, trying to stem the bleeding. Sound cut back in, there were people yelling and shouting outside. Someone was banging on the door. Hero took two stumbling steps towards it, then paused. 

He was panting from exertion, the feeling of the suit and the blood curdling in his stomach, but he wasn’t done. Not yet. Not after what Barone had done to him. 

Hero turned back. Tommy was a lost cause, panic racing across his features as mortality flew towards him. Hero felt a cruel smile settling on his features, so unlike anything he had ever done before. His face felt like wax, molded and shaped by some unknown force. He practically slid over to where the dying Hedonist lay, tilting his head and staring down at the monster turned human. He stepped over the older man so one foot was on each side of him. 

“You’re going to kill my wife?” Hero’s voice was shredded after so many days of keeping from speaking, but he kept going. He doesn’t recognize his own voice, “Kill my family? You want to hear me scream?” 

Hero turned the knife so the point was directly above Barone’s heart. The man was making a horrific wheezing noise, and the stench of death hung in the air. Someone was rhythmically pounding against the door, clearly trying to break it. Hero ignored them. He had a job to do. He had to protect them from this monster. He had to do what had to be done 

Hero fell to his knees, drove the knife deep into Barone’s chest, opened his mouth, and screamed. 

Hero wakes up still screaming, the iron taste of Hedonist’s blood heavy on his tongue. He thrusts himself into a sitting position, pitching forward and letting his head smack down onto the mattress. A broken howl of agony heaved from his chest, and he continued to wail. His joined hands were pressed up against his chest, no longer bound to one another but stuck in the position all the same.  Hero’s voice gives out on the fourth cry, and Mari’s hands are cool on his back as she runs her fingers along his spine and hushes him. She is speaking to him in soft whispers. He can’t hear her words, but the smell of her shampoo is strong in his nose. She is here. She is safe. 

Hedonist is dead, his body burnt and ashes scattered in a dump. Hero is not bound, his injuries long scarred over. The horrible suit was destroyed. It was a dream. He was safe. He had saved his family. He had done what he had to, and it had broken him, but he had protected them. 

Hero continues to cry out silently until the sun rises pale in the sky.

[tigerseye46]

New prompts you say?? How's about #126,“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.” with Chimerashipping? Specifically with Red Son coming to realize he likes Mei and MK A LOT more than he planned to happen?

Ngl, I think this was one of my favorite fics to write. I’m going to apologize in advance to everyone again on how long this took.

126. “I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.”

  They were in Qi Xiaotian’s bed having a nice relaxing time in those rare moments they had when they weren’t fighting demons or getting into trouble. Xiaojiao was lying on her stomach, her legs on Red’s lap while she scrolled through her phone. Xiaotian leaned up against the demon, facing away from Red, he had his nose in his sketchbook. Red, on the other hand, was tinkering with an old device in his hands. If he wasn’t fixated on his current project, his hair would have flamed up in embarrassment after noticing the domesticity of the scene.

  He was puzzled when a single touch from them made his heart race, how protectiveness and jealousy sparked up in him when the two interacted with any person outside their normal group. He pondered that maybe it was just because they were his first real friends. He tinkered away at the machine and thought back to the past, how he used to fight the monkey king and almost won, his punishment as Guanyin’s disciple, going back to his mother, freeing his father then finally his second redemption.

   The demon was grateful towards the two and their friends for accepting him, originally he had become their friend under a scheme, he pretended his parents had kicked him out. No matter how he refused their help and pushed them away, they never gave up on him and that was what made him defect for real. Now, his life was better than it ever had been before, he owed them. Red Son smiled as Xiaotian leaned up further against him, he felt his heart race.

   He took a glance at MK, the boy’s tongue out in a concentration, the gentle strokes he makes with his pencil, the cautiousness as he erases a line, gently brushing away the eraser shavings. Red’s heart leapt, he loved seeing the other boy like that, carefully making sure every detail was beautiful, building up his skills despite the fact that he already perfected his craft.

   He gazed at Xiaojiao, focused on her phone and swinging her legs back and forth on his lap. He held back the content sigh threatening to escape from his lips, this was bliss, this was peace. He pondered how he managed to get lucky enough to have friends like them.

  Xiaojiao was rather beautiful and Xiaotian was gorgeous, they both were kind souls and wait what- what did he just think? Did he just think they were… okay so maybe his brain was fried from working on the invention, he put it aside, he really needed a break.

   He glanced at them again, they were cute- and ack! He wanted to smack himself so maybe their physical appearances were a bit nice but it’s not like it meant anything. He ignored the thump of his heartbeat. People can like each other’s physical appearance just fine without being necessarily attracted to each other but they were his friends, he didn’t want to make them uncomfortable.

   Yet the more he thought about it, the more he realized something. He enjoyed their kind nature, the way those two were practically in sync, how they cared for them, how they were both unique in their own way. His heart pounded and he was sure his face was pink.

   He questioned it a bit more, how a single touch sent sparks up his arm, his envy when they associated themselves with another person, how they accepted him even when he had attempted using them as pawns in the beginning. Red remembered when his mother, back when they were a happy family, would tell him stories about how she realized she was in love with father.

   The signs she told him had made him hold back a slight gasp. He was in love with Xiajiao and Xiaotian.

   Red’s palms began to sweat, they were his first real friends and now it just hit him that he was in love. Would this ruin their relationship?

   He didn’t want this to change anything between them. He could hide it. He would definitely hide it. They didn’t need to be bothered by unwanted feelings. Red felt Xiajiao swing her legs back and forth again and a gentle hum escaping from her lips.

   Red sighed, his mood dampened and he clutched his chest. He wished the thought had never occurred to him.

   Xiaojiao and Xiaotian noticed their friend’s contemplative gaze directed towards the plush sheets.

   “What’s wrong, Red?” Xiaojiao asked.

   He mumbled, “I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.” He hid his face away from them.

   The two exchanged glances. MK tilted his head. “What do you mean by that?”

    “Just… I didn’t expect to find such good friends,” he excused. “You two are my first real friends.” He couldn’t just flat out admit he had feelings for them, that was crazy, he was still trying to sort it out in his head.

    “Awww, Red,” MK cooed. “Well you have us now!”

    “Yep,” Xiaojiao exclaimed. “You have us! We’re your friends now!”

    The demon used his fist to hide his nervous cough. “Thanks.”

    “So what do you want to do, bestie?”

    “Huh?”

    “Well as your friends, you should have an opportunity to pick what we’re going to do!”

    “I… I don’t know. We don’t exactly share the same interests.” He was sure he was practically a tomato at this point.

   “So? We still want to know more about you! What are you working on?”

   He raised an eyebrow. “You want to know what I’m working on?” His mouth hung open in disbelief. They had asked him about his projects a dozen times before and even now, he couldn’t believe it. Usually when he got into a project, he loved to explain every little function, every little detail but his parents had never cared about any of that. They just cared that it was finished.

   Xiaotian bobbed his head up and down rapidly. “Of course we do! It’s important to you so it’s important to us!”

   The girl agreed with a “Yea!”

   “Umm… well… okay. It’s not much.” He gestured to it. “Uhhh… Noodle Boy, Dragon Girl?” They looked at him expectedly. “Thank you. Thank you for being my friends.”

   They wrapped their arms around his neck. “You never have to thank us,” She said.

   “Yea! You’re awesome! We love you, Red!” That declaration made him turn to his attention back to the covers, his hair shot up a bit in flames.

   His pulse quickened. It wasn’t an ‘in love’ confession but it was something, he was happy with this. “I… I… I love you too,” he muttered, continuing to gaze at the sheets, completely missing the blush on his companions’ cheeks.

[theogony]

Mistakes - a Tam-Centric Kam fic

Not me?? Posting a fic??? So soon??? 

(the power of @kam-week-2020 :D)

Anyway this is a kinda shorter more Tam focused Kam fic - but there’s platonic Tiana so~

Prompt: Tears 

Genre: Angst (so much pining ngl,,,,,)

tw: Self-depreciation, slight internalised homophobia, pining, paint?

Words: 1.3K

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It'll be okay. Time heals wounds. Distance becomes better, distance no longer matters. The Pain...it goes away. It doesn't. The pain does not go away. {{Sometimes....sometimes, that pain, it gets worse. The gut wrenching, tight throat, eye burning, stifling sort of pain that sometimes can't be described, because it's hollow, like a hollow empty nothingness inside}} He can't describe it, how he feels. It's hard to forget what you don't want to forget, and that, is what makes time, the worst of it all. It gets worse, not better.

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He’s not sure what triggers it.

Maybe it was his friends.

{{It was his doing, he knew it as well as they did.}}

But all of a sudden he’s biting his lip as he rocks back and forth, though it wasn’t like he wasn’t the only teary eyed one in the room.

{{”We’re getting married!”, he says, his voice full from the unfiltered joy. “And it’s about damn time”, his fiancé adds with a chaste kiss on his cheek.}}

It isn’t that he’s not happy. He sees the way Sophie’s face glows as she looks at him as though he was her world and the way that they both would dissolve into their own happy cocoon, blissful against the dangers of their world, perfect and complete in their sphere. He loves the way that he’s finally found a home with all of them, how Linh has a complete and stable family and he too has a safe space wherever he goes, regardless if it’s the forbidden cities or if it’s just somewhere close like Alluvettere.

But there's the ache too, of nostalgia. Of bittersweet nostalgia. Of cold. Cold memories hidden deep in his chest that no matter how hard he digs he can't get it out. He sees it in Keefe’s blond eyes and perfect smile, in the way his eyes crinkle whenever he saw something that made him happy, when they talk and chat together, when he lets Sophie runs her fingers along his neck and shoulder, lacing them with butterfly kisses and a dimpled grin which he hates because he knows it’s finally real-

{{And he can’t remember a moment with him where it wasn’t.}}

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His fingers are cold in the night, the rain pouring around him, a charred cigarette lit and burnt away without him even touching it.  He forgot his jacket inside, and he's tired from tears and sweat and belting out what voice was left in him from the karaoke Sophie had insisted on singing, but he doesn't want to move. Biana comes outside after a while, sporting her brand new undercut as she too stares at the stars in the sky, burdened by wishes never fulfilled. 

He has his hands stuffed into his scruffy jean pockets, lips dry, cheeks pale and stained, and he says nothing, passing her what's left of the cigarette, and shivers. He lets the cold eat at his cheeks.

{{the cold helps freeze the broken lines into something more jagged, something better than the utter blunder he was-}}

Biana looks at him one last time, giving him a bear hug that threatens to spill the tears he knows are coming, and she presses his body close, for warmth, for love, for comfort in their mutual pining. 

His imparter is buzzing in his pocket, and he doesn't have to pick up to know that it's Linh calling to find out where he’s gone. He'd find them sooner or later. {{He knows them too well to abandon them.}}

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His blank canvases are against the wall, all lined up and ready for him to paint, to create. But there are no brushstrokes and colours in his mind, and his fingers feel empty. He cannot paint. 

{{Maybe cause it brings back so many memories of him.}} Tam remembers the feeling filling him up, the high that came with inspiration, with fulfilment, with love for creation and him. But his mind is blank, and he drinks too many cups of coffee now, sleeps too little, stays too long in his mind when there's nothing there for him.

{{“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to pour espresso in your Red Bull,” Biana mutters as she hands the flask back to Tam, eyes concerned as she looks at the mess of the room left in his ex’s wake. “You might get a heart attack.” Tam laughs, “I hope I do.”

Heart attacks are better than broken hearts, and that’s all you get when you fall in love with a mistake.}}

But now he doesn't even know if he needs his art anymore, and it's tearing him apart, slowly, like the tide takes little bits of sand from the shore but instead never returning what it took. It's so slow that he doesn't notice until one day he's too confused to do either, and everytime he picks up a brush to press against his canvas, what comes out isn't anything beautiful. It's plain colours that makes his heart sink even deeper, and even when he tries and tries it's no longer beautiful when he looks at it. 

{{He remembers coming here, when they first made it outside of the lost cities, eager chattering mouths and eager for success in their orchestrated chaos. He and Keefe had sneaked out, itching for something exciting and something to wash away the stain of fear, with the way things were panning out. 

Keefe ended up taking him to this very same painting studio, and guiding his hands along the edges of the canvas, slowly and softly ad guiding his strokes along the paper, the colours blurring and tears shining because he’s ever felt so happy-}}

It scares him how much everything overwhelms him all at once. Paint. Love. Paint. Love. Paint. Love. Paint

{{was everything he felt, they had, a lie?}}

His fingers are stained in colour, and he wants to rub his fingers into his soul, hoping that the colours would stain the mistakes, the cracks, the shards into something worth loving. 

The night is going away, and he does nothing. He's wasted away the hours, and Tam finds that as much as he does care, he doesn't care as much as he should. He paints still because he knows he has to. He wants to, for it is the last tangible remnant of the broken love he once shared. As much as the emptiness is filling him up, he's just as determined to rub colours into his soul, over and over again until it shines.

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It's late morning when he steps out into the cool morning breeze. Somewhere between the colours and the trees and the sky, the clouds have darkened and he closes his eyes with paint splatters fresh on his cheeks. 

{{He remembers the last words that Keefe says to him.

burnt into his memory.

I’m sorry. This was all-

                   it’s all just a mistake-}}

The paint runs over, mixing with the salty tears that fall down his face, blurring the line between nightmare and reality.

And Tam Song, the boy who was but a mistake and a coagulation of mismatched colourless tears, lets it all fade away.

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And that’s a wrap!! One last prompt to go to finish of Kam week with a hat trick - feel free to reply if y’all have suggestions :)))

//Reblogs, likes and comments always appreciated!//

Tag list? Idk it’s one person but @enbies-and-felonies so~

[hyperfixationtimego]

the three wingmen of thh; Leon (chaotic), Kyoto (lawful), and Hina (neutral)

Kyoto was 100% the reason Celeste is dating Junko, it’s canon now. She is extremely involved in seating for extracurricular activities (i.e. the tea parties), and commonly puts them together. She finds putting Taka and Mondo apart...helps them?? She has no idea why but if they’re seated far from each other, they are immediately cuddling once they leave the room.

Grey-hair and Blue-hair girls are dating, no I do not take criticism (grey hair has braids I think and protects a mob guy?? and blue hair is the mastermind ig, she has black glasses apparently) - queer eye anon

oh my god yes???

Leon and Chihiro were some very powerful masterminds behind ishimondo ngl 👀 like chihiro’s brainpower combined with kuwata’s sheer strength of will?? UNSTOPPABLE those gay bitches never stood a CHANCE

although to be fair, most of their plans DID involve using a digital lock and/or utilizing alter ego to somehow force them into an empty room and keep them locked in there until they finally confessed 💛

Leon ALSO wingmans for sayaka because they’re besties who hate each other ❤️ he’s constantly cracking jokes with her about how she should just text Mukuro that she wants to fuck, or jokingly advises her to use raunchy pick-up lines on Sakura. He’s come very close once or twice to just. Blurting out “HEY MUKURO! SAKURA! SAYAKA’S GOT A HUGE FUCKING CRUSH ON Y-” only to have the idol clamp a hand over his stupid dumbass mouth <3

it’s okay because sayaka absolutely gets her revenge when she has to wingman for him and makoto (the only reason she doesn’t completely fuck up kuwata’s chances and embarrass him is because she’s besties with Makoto, too, and knows the poor guy’s ALSO got it bad. There’s a lot of Sayaka (and literally everyone else too) having to deal with some gross oblivious loveydovey pining from these fucking dorks, so she gets her fill of teasing)

And Hina wingmanning for Sakura???? Bruh okay u have no IDEA how much serotonin platonic sakuraoi gives me simply because????? Them?????? They????? Love???????? I love them???

And basically Hina’s just the right amount of empathy/sympathy and logic!! Her main, go-to piece of advice is “just talk to them!” And - surprise - trusting her on this usually leads to having fun and making good memories with the object(s) of affection !!

She’s such a sweetheart??? And like yes ofc she doesn’t have an answer for everything, because her heart is just a lil bit bigger than her brain sometimes (ok but mood tho like no shame this is both kin and projecting) but she’s trying her best!!! As she always listens to whoever needs her at that moment and gives the best advice she can - which isn’t even limited to romantic situations!!! She’s one of the go-to students for when someone’s having, like, an everyday problem or feeling stressed because she’s so non-judgemental and soothing to be around!!!

It’s Hina appreciation hours 💛

Anyway, Kyoko-

she also (unfortunately) is forced to wingman for Makoto and Leon, which means a lot of listening to naegi ramble on about how cool and nice and interesting and pretty and blah blah blah kuwata is (don’t get Kirigiri wrong, she adores Leon, but a girl can only take so much, y’know?)

and requests for Makoto to simply......TELL LEON are almost ALWAYS refused because nope no way in hell absolutely not and so she’s like great I’m gonna go bang my head against a desk because I seriously cannot take the two of you anymore

eventually she (secretly) goes and talks to Leon, without betraying Makoto’s trust or disclosing any information she feels he would not be comfortable with, does her best to subtly hint at the fact that hey. koto’s got a crush. you should fucking ask him about it before I go completely insane. Leon doesn’t fully get the hint but does go talk to Makoto, which FINALLY prompts some goddamn CONVERSATION about it thank GOD

also sorry sorry not to ramble but I just????? an idea hit me like a gd truck and I need to talk about it because I love???? I love????? I love

sometime after all this, Kyoko gets inadvertently wrapped up in co-wingmanning with Makoto for Komaru and Toko/Jill. Except. Those three have no clue about the fact that there is any wingmanning going on.

so kyoko’s like “why are we doing this”

and makoto’s like “because she’s my sister and she’s in love and I want her to be happy!!!”

“Okay but shouldn’t they work this out on their own”

“Not if I have anything to say about it!!!”

“*Sigh.* Goddamnit.”

And then Leon eventually hears about it, as well, because of course makoto’s gonna talk abt it with his boyfriend, why wouldn’t he, and anyway kuwata’s like OH?? POG??? because he and Toko and he and Jill are friends!!!! So he’s like I’ll totally help omg Fukawa and Syo are gonna STOKED

(Makoto does not comment on the fact that Toko most likely will not, in fact, be stoked by the idea of kuwata meddling in her love life, but does at least advise his dear 0-braincell partner to be careful ❤️)

okay okay sorry I’m a simp for tokomaru and syomaru on main but anyway back to kyoko and seating charts-

YEAH ON GOD???

And poor Kirigiri already has trouble comprehending how social interaction works that this kinda shit just???? Completely breaks her?????

“Why.....do people.....react different.......like I will accommodate for it but.....I do not.....understand......”

does not fucking compute

(Also shhhhh don’t let Korekiyo know that there was something about human behavior Kirigiri didn’t understand because somehow they will materialize from the shadows to go on a softly excited special interest infodump ramble/lecture that lasts hours and hours)

But yeah???? Ironically enough, she’s honestly the only person from her class who’s able to, for the most part, figure out how Celestia’s mind works, and so she’s able to use that to her advantage when setting her up with Junko!!! (The thing with Celeste was that it sort of became a case to Kyoko!! Celeste was so Obviously different in her behavior and mannerisms than everyone else that Kirigiri basically ended up treating learning about her the same way she would treat trying to solve a crime or something similar!!)

For ishimondo she chalks it up to “absence makes the heart grow fonder???” she guesses????? seriously she has No Clue

also she doesn’t pick up on it but they DO give each other pining puppy dog eyes from across the room the whole goddamn time like they’re just [y e a r n]

And OKAY ANON???? HEY ANON????? WHERE ARE YOU HIDING THE FUCKING GALAXY BRAIN JUICE???? HELLO???????

I. how is it possible to not know the games and yet,,,,,,,conjure up a concept so incredible????? Pekomugi,,,,,,,,,my g o d

Ok ok ok ok ok hold on hold on lemme gather my thoughts because holy fuck

FIRST OF ALL, Tsumugi is a GIANT nerd, so the thought of having a SWORD GF???? A GIRLFRIEND WHO IS A SWORDSMAN???? HOLY FUCK?????? she can live out her wildest samurai anime fantasies,,,,,,,because she quite literally has a swordswoman girlfriend who would protect her with her sword oh my g o d

SECOND OF ALL, Tsumugi also????? fucking loves sitting in on Peko’s training sessions to watch her beautiful incredible wonderful darling partner spar??? and use badass techniques and strategies???? Literally Tsumugi is always blown away??

and she ALWAYS comes and barrels into Peko to give her a gigantic hug and shower her with kisses once training’s over!!!! And Peko doesn’t understand because

“I am hot and sweaty. I am currently very gross, why are you kissing me,”

“No!!! You’re stunning and perfect and charming!!!! You make me swoon!!! Oh, dear knight, hold me in your sweet embrace....”

meanwhile peko’s just like babe pls let me go take a shower

and okay final thing I promise, but....Peko is absolutely astonished by Tsumugi’s cosplay abilities???? Like with a lot of her works, Peko can hardly even believe that that’s her gd girlfriend????? Like sweet JESUS her datemate is damn good at makeup and disguising herself and whatnot

“cosplay is an art and you have perfected it,” like catch tsumugi fuckinf crying