#shuichi oneshots

[imagineanime2022]

League Of Villains W/ An S/O W/ Talking Cat

Spinner X Reader, Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Mr Compress X Reader, Dabi X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: I got a question remember the show “Sabrina secrets of a teenage witch” how would the league of villains (Spinner, Shigaraki, Mr. Compress, and the others) react if they had a S/O who’s quirk is ‘witch’ and they have a pet talking cat named Salem? Like one day, the league was hanging out somewhere and then S/O’s talking cat Salem shows up to says “hi” and the others freak out and S/O just laughed 😂

Spinner

🦎 Spinner knew that you had a cat, he had seen him around your apartment, he never really came near you but that never really bothered Spinner. 🦎 I don’t think that Spinner has any strong feelings towards animals, he doesn’t swing one way or the other. 🦎 You had never mentioned that there was anything different about your cat and he gave Spinner no reason to think that he was different. 🦎 You had actually completely forgot that you hadn’t told him until he came over one day, he could hear you talking in the kitchen.

Shuicki had come over after a particularly challenging mission from Shigaraki, he heard you in the kitchen first “you know you don’t have to sit there and wait, I’ll give you the food right?” You asked and he smiled, knowing that you were talking to your cat. “I can never be sure with you.” A voice answered, that made him stop for only a second before continue on his path to the kitchen, when you were in view he became even more confused, he could hear someone else but there was no evidence of anyone else in the house. “Oh Shu hey, I didn’t hear you come in.” You smiled. “Who were you talking to?” He asked. “Me, Genius.” The same voice spoke again and Spinner turned to see the cat sitting on the counter. “Who was that?” Spinner asked and you looked at him for a second before you burst out laughing. “Me.” He watched as your cat's mouth moved, he didn’t even know why he was surprised, there were animals with quirks but he still stared wide eyed as you continued to laugh. “It’s really not that funny!” Both of them finally said at the same time as they turned to look at you. “Just give me my food!” (YC/N) ordered before disappearing from the room, when you used your quirk to have the food appear next to his bed. “I would thank you but I had to ask you three times.” “It’s not like I forgot you're just impatient.” You called out to wherever he was in the house but the only answer you received was silence. “You never told me he could talk.” Spinner finally said. “Yeah that’s now occurring to me.” You nodded as you gestured for him to come over “you didn’t say that you were coming over, something happened?” “Nothing, just tired.” He answered, dropping his head to your shoulder. “Well then let’s eat and then you can rest up.” You suggested, your arms coming up to wrap around him. “Yeah and you can explain why your cat talks.” He mumbled. “Yeah sure.” You answered

Tomura Shigaraki

✋ Tomura does not care for the little furry creature that you brought with you at first, you were what he wanted but if he had to deal with the cat then he would. ✋ As the bar started to fill up with other villains he noticed that the cat stayed closer to him when you weren’t around. ✋ You had told me that the car was special when he asked if it had to come with you but it had yet to show him. ✋ He actually decided to ask you one night why he was special and why he stuck around him like glue.

You were laying on his bed playing with his hair as he sat on the floor in front of you playing a new game that was out, he could hear the cat purring “what’s so special about him anyway?” Shigaraki asked. “He was my only friend before I met you, you remember that people used to hate me right?” You asked. “Mm.” He grunted as he glanced at the cat at the end of the bed, he could at least be thankful for that. “Fine but what does he stick around me for?” “He sticks around you because none of those other busy bodies bother him when he’s with you.” The voice that answered him was not yours and you felt him tense. “Tomu calm down, that’s just (Y/C/N).” You said. “Talking?” He asked. “Yes.” You answered completely seriously. “So when I asked what makes him special you didn’t think to mention that he could talk.” Shigaraki said as you giggled. “What are you laughing at?” Shigaraki asked. “Nothing.” You answered leaning over and pressing a kiss to his temple “you know even through all of that you still didn’t lose.” “I’ve seen better.” (Y/C/N) chimed in. “You know just because you can talk doesn’t mean that you should.” You reminded him “and if you don’t stop talking I’m going to throw you right out of this room to those busy bodies that you love so much.” “You wouldn’t dare.” He mumbled, Shigaraki watched you both as you argued. “If he’s so special he can start earning his keep, bet he could get info much easier than we can.” Shigaraki said, you smirked. “Looks like you’ve bagged yourself a new job.” You turned back to Shigaraki after that quiet settling over the room again as you continued to play with his hair. “You’re both mean.” (Y/C/N) said before lowering his head to go to sleep.

Mr. Compress

🔮 Compress loved your cat, from the moment he saw him, they were fast friends but he had never heard him talk. 🔮 Compress would always share with him or make off handed comments about how pretty he was, he has thought about making the little feline part of his act as well. 🔮 You never told him because you thought that he was so cute with you little cat, you didn’t want to ruin it. 🔮 One day however (Y/C/N) decided to answer him but you didn’t know that all you heard was the scream that echoed through the apartment.

“What!? What happened!?” You asked. “The cat!” Atsuhiro answered, pointing at the cat across the room and you looked at him raising an eyebrow. “What did you do?” You asked. “I answered his question.” He answered. “You- Wait! Really?” You asked, you started laughing as soon as you finished the question and he narrowed his eyes. “I know you don’t believe me but it happened!” He said and you tried to calm yourself as you answered. “No I believe you, he talks all the time.” You answered. “What did you say to him?” “I just said how great it would be if he could talk.” Atsuhiro answered. “And then I said that I could.” (Y/C/N) said and Atsuhiro screamed again and you doubled over. “No you really have to stop doing that, my sides hurt.” You said reaching out for something to stablise yourself as you ended up sliding to the floor instead, taking deep breaths. “Alright… (Y/C/N) has always talked from the day that I adopted him to now, that’s normal for us, so normal that it seems I forgot to mention it.” “You are the worst partner.” (Y/C/N) scolded you as he walked over to Atsuhiro “I’m sorry for scaring you.” “Aww he’s so polite.” Atsuhiro gushed and you raised an eyebrow. “Maybe to you.” You grumbled. “He’s nice to me.” (Y/C/N) answered and your eyes widened and he padded out of the room to find his bed. “I think you stole my cat.” You explained. “Don’t be silly, my love, he's our cat now.” Atsuhiro said and you rolled your eyes as he pulled you up, pressing a kiss to your lips before dragging you back to whatever you were doing before.

Dabi

🔥 Dabi was indifferent to your feline friend as long as he didn’t get in his way, if they crossed paths however it ended up being a stand off until one of them decided it wasn’t worth it. 🔥 For obvious reasons he didn’t know that the cat could talk but he did know that there was something going on with the cat. 🔥 They constantly competed for your attention, whether that was Dabi lifting your cat off of you or (Y/C/N) pretending to get hurt so you’ll fuss over him for a little while. 🔥 There was only one thing that they had in common and that was that they wanted you safe.

Dabi was already at your apartment when you came home, you walked in silently sighed as you dropped everything that you were holding and walking towards the sofa where Dabi was sitting, you climbed on him so you were straddling him “what’s going on Doll? Who do I need to kill?” “No one.” You mumbled. “She’s lying.” The voice startled Dabi into a defensive position, his arm wrapping around you tightly and pulling you into his other hand coming up to burn anyone close enough to harm you, but the only thing that he could find was the stupid cat. “Dabi relax.” You mumbled “it’s just the cat.” “I know that’s the cat but someone said something, you bring anyone back?” He asked. “No, the talking was the cat.” You answered and he raised an eyebrow as his eyes moved to the cat. “What?” (Y/C/N) asked. “Okay so not only is the kitten annoying it can talk too?” He asked. “I’m a cat not a kitten.” (Y/C/N) argued. “Uh huh.” Dabi grunted as he adjusted you when he felt you laughing against his shoulder. “What are you laughing about?” “You two are funny.” You answered “made my day better.” “Really?” Dabi asked. “Well he’s not the worst cat around.” “Mmm, well I guess you're not the worst mate she could have taken.” (Y/C/N) answered. “Yeah, will you give us some time then?” Dabi asked. “I want my food in an hour or I’ll be back.” He muttered before disappearing. Dabi pulled you back to look at him properly. “Your okay?” He asked. “Yeah, just a long day.” You answered and he nodded. “Well we’ve got an hour, any idea what we can do with that time?” He asked. “I assume you have some ideas.” You said and he smirked as he leaned forward. “A few.” He answered.

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[sockonaleash]

Lucky :: shuichi x reader

fandom : danganronpav3

type : oneshot ; adult au ; hurt comfort (reader comforting shu) : just some sweet domestic stuff.

note : sigh. writing this at 2am is giving me a headache but he's really pretty and simply i'm a weak, weak simp. From sleep deprivation this lost its way and became messy. (It's fine right??)

requested : no

Your boyfriend is the sweetest person you know.

And you're not saying that just because you're dating him, nope. You say that because every day he goes out of his day to help you. Be it by helping you with groceries, holding your hand as the both of you cross the crosswalk, or cover the edge of the table as you duck to get something that fell on the floor.

But the world doesn't seem to want to repay his kindness in the same way, instead, it gives him the worst possible day ever. You know it the moment he walks into your shared apartment with a sad look on his face. All the giddiness you felt before he arrived has dissappeared, being instead replaced with a sinking feeling at the bottom of your stomach.

"....I'm home." Shuichi states from the entrance, slipping his shoes off while his hands are tugging off his blazer. You peek around the corner, watching him silently. Usually your partner would come in with this happy smile or content look on his face from solving another case at the agency he was currently working in (he was just that amazing, solving cases left and right, your little genius), but unfortunately today was different.

Your feet were already walking towards him before you could think about doing so, your hands grasping the soft material of his blazer to put it on the coat hanger. The strong smell of coffee wafted from his clothes and when you finally turned to look at your partner he had this dejected look on his face. His eyebags seemed darker than usual, his shoulders slumped, hands fidgety, messy hair, smudged eyeliner and so on.

A worried feeling tangled down your throat and your hands raised to caress his cheeks, your thumbs attempting to wipe his messed up eyeliner (and failing miserably, only smudging it more).

"God, Shu... What happened?" You whispered. And he sighed.

Shuichi's hands went to hold your waist, to pull you close and lay his chin on your shoulder. "Ah, just...-" He sighed, mind running haywire from too much information. He wanted to say everything and nothing all at once. To scream at his boss and cry with his co-workers. "-...a lot going on at work. There's this new case we're working on and..."

You hummed, "Do you wanna talk about it?"

He shook his head.

"Okay, that's alright. Do you want some tea?"

He nodded.

"Which type?"

"Chamomile...Thank you."

So, you slowly stepped back and headed for the kitchen. Not before telling Shuichi to wait in the living room and watching him wrap himself in the biggest and fattest blanket you have.

With some giggling you began to prepare your partners tea and once you finished your task you moved to sit beside him on the couch and handed him the mug.

"Careful, it's hot."

Shuichi took a sip from the warm beverage, a blissful sigh leaving his lips. Very kissable lips might you add, how could god create a being this perfect? From his nicely shaped lips, his cute button nose and his acne scars (usually covered up by his concealer, you assumed he was in a rush this morning and didn't have time to apply any). God, was he handsome.

I'm so lucky to have him as my partner, you thought.

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[chihirolovebot]

mistletoe.

featuring. shuichi saihara x reader

word count. 2.1k

synopsis. you host a christmas party for your classmates, and finally pluck up the courage to confess to shuichi (with the help of alcohol and a conveniently-placed plant)

content. drinking (reader and shuichi both drink), eggnog and shots, kissing, confessions, hope's peak au, gender-neutral reader, mild pining, fluff, safe for work, reader is a little drunk and shuichi is tipsy, mild sexual jokes (miu), pet names (pretty boy), cursing, getting together, kissing under the mistletoe, background kiibouruma and harumatsu.

ficmas masterlist.

It's been building for a while, you think.

Shuichi is lovely. He's kind, and quiet, and endlessly thoughtful in a way that prevails through his nervousness. And he is nervous, pretty constantly on-edge, has been since you started at Hope's Peak a year ago. You've built a relationship around it though, something that's been teetering between friendship and some other, like Other with a capital 'O', a great big warm something like being enveloped in a soft blanket.

It's just pretty hard to get a read on him, sometimes. Sure, he goes red when he sees you and smiles a lot and stammers over his words, but that's hardly saying much. He gets flushed and nervous around everyone. Kaede insists that he likes you, but you're unsure, and you're not willing to waste your friendship on a hunch.

But... it's Christmas, and maybe that has something to do with it. With December passing by the world tilts into a shimmering haze of sparkly lights and tinsel and ice; you're just a little out of touch with reality, and the alcoholic eggnog is not helping. You're fuzzy, warm, floating a little out of your fuzzy socks and boots as the party breathes around you, a cacophony of revolving bodies dressed in scarlet and green and white, Christmas music blaring in the foreground, the apartment alight with festive lights.

You feel dreamlike, like your head's unscrewing, like there's a sparkly filter in front of your eyes and everything is hazy and sweet.

You love your classmates.

Kokichi, Kiibo and Miu slump on the three-seater sofa, heads leant upon each others' shoulders. Miu was drunk, Kokichi and Kiibo decidedly sober, but they indulge her anyway as she rants and rambles. Kaede has got Maki in a corner, chatting animatedly; Kaito, Rantaro and Kiyo sit in a circle playing some sort of intricate card game that leaves a frustrated Kaito taking many shots; Tsumugi and Gonta have scuttled off to the kitchen, sitting upon the countertops and deep in conversation. It's good. Your party is good.

The only thing missing is—

"Ah, here you are..."

His voice floats past you, sweet and quiet, and you turn and he's there, cherubic, lovely, he's even swapped out his usual dark, brooding cap for a lopsided Santa hat that droops around his upturned eyebrows. It matches the pleased flush on his cheeks, his deep dark eyes glimmering with the reflection of all the decorative lights.

Your body feels light enough to float, the world whirling and shimmering around you, fading to nothing as Shuichi comes into hyperfocus, and you sling your arm around his shoulder. Suddenly your lips are by his ear and you're giggling, "Sweeetchi!" against his skin.

He squirms, laughing nervously, his hands finding home gently on your upper arms to steady you. The heat of his steady hands seeps through your clothes. "Are, ah... a-are you drunk?"

"Just a little," you mumble, unable to stop smiling. "'M allowed to be, though! No school tomorrow. And 's my party!"

"I—I wasn't chastising you, or anything," Shuichi hastens to clarify, eyes widening. "It's... perfectly within your right. And the, uh, the party looks great. You did a great job."

"Wasn't great without you here," you beam, delighting as he only turns redder and hides his face in his sleeve. "You wanna... you wanna drink? Pretty boy?"

"Pr..." Shuichi gapes like a fish out of water; the soft apples of his cheeks match the scarlet of his drooping Santa hat. "Wha, um, you—?"

"Drink!" You take his sleeve and tug him over to the table laden with drinks. A lot of the eggnog has gone but there's a couple of frosted glasses left, as well as backup bottles of spirits and chasers. A collection of stained-glass shotglasses has piled up on the side, mostly courtesy of Miu, Kaito and Kaede, but you know Shuichi has a sweet tooth and probably wouldn't be fond of any of the flavoured vodka, or tequila or anything else on offer. So it's eggnog, lukewarm and sweet with only an aftertang of brandy.

"Thank you," Shuichi smiles, holding the glass up nervously. "Eggnog?"

"Homemade, baby," you flash a grin, endeared as he blinks rapidly and ducks his head to take a deep drink in his fluster. He drains half the glass in a few anxious sips, wiping his mouth absently with the back of his hand afterwards. Sweet creamy froth streaks a line down the pale skin.

"Shot," you announce, staggering over to the table and fumbling for a glass. "'M doing a shot. Want one?"

"Oh... I'm not sure," Shuichi stammers. "I don't really like..."

"Just tip your head back and breathe in," you advise, pouring vanilla vodka clumsily into two pink shotglasses. "You can't even taste it."

You both clink your glasses together and down the liquid; it burns going down but it's sweet, and even though Shuichi coughs a little and rubs his chest you can tell he doesn't hate it. He drains his eggnog mug and you can see a film slide over his eyes, a sort of dreamy distance. He's always been a lightweight because he drinks once in a blue moon and rarely eats enough to sustain himself. He giggles as he sets the glass down.

"C'mon, okay—" You grab at him, clumsy hands missing, sliding over his shirt (god, he'd shed his jacket and tie and unbuttoned two buttons at his throat and jesus he'd rolled up his sleeves, the pale jut of his elbows poking out) before managing to get a grip on his hand and pulling him back towards the parlour room. "Let's go... say hi to people! People wanna see you!"

"Th-they do?" Shuichi says, bewildered and a little hazy as you drag him through the door; the lights recede into soft, burnished gold and red fairylights on the walls and Christmas tree and the music envelopes you both.

"'Course!" you exclaim happily. "Eeeeveryone loves you, Sweetchi. 'Specially me."

He trips over his own feet. "Wh—wha—?!"

"Kaedeeee!" you trill, staggering into the blonde with a crash and a smile. Maki edges away, looking put out as Kaede cheers and throws her arms first around you, then Shuichi, kissing his cheek frantically as they pull back.

"You came! I'm so glad!" she grins. "Are you drunk, mister detective?"

"N-no!" Shuichi says defensively, swaying a little on his feet. "I'm not... tell her, Y/n."

"Mister detective's on his night off," you wink, and Shuichi groans and buries his face in his hands as Kaede giggles feverishly.

"Well, you two have fun! I'm not leaving 'till later, so you can come find me if you need me, okay?" Kaede smiles; she pats Shuichi on the head again before you're tugging him over to a new group of people.

You make the rounds of the room slowly. Halfway through he lets you pass him another eggnog and by the time you go back to the kitchen he's stumbling like a baby deer, clinging onto the back of your shirt with fumbling fingers. When you get to the table and stop he crashes into your back, sending you stumbling forwards with a laugh.

He rights himself frantically, trying to pull you upright. "S-sorry! Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean, sorry..."

He's bright and flushed with earnestness. He's adorable.

"'S okay, Sweetchi," you mumble, turning around to pat his face. He's tipsy and sleepy enough to simply sigh and melt into the touch, his eyes big and starry as they watch you. You feel so close, the music melting out of focus, all you can hear is your heartbeat and all you can feel and see and touch is Shuichi, Shuichi, Shuichi.

"I," he whispers, his lips tracing against the skin of your palm. "I was... really happy you invited me."

"'Course," you say emphatically. "'Course I did. You're... I love you, Shuichi. 'Course I invited you."

"You love me?" he breathes, eyes round as coins. He's flushed to the roots of his hair, so lovely it hurts.

"Love you," you affirm in a slur, in a flutter of lidded eyes, but it doesn't mean that you mean it any less. "Sh-Shuichi, I..."

"Get a fuckin' room, lovebirds!" A screech cuts through the quiet kitchen; Miu slumps in the doorway, Kiibo and Kokichi hovering behind her. She marches up to the table and swipes a bottle of wine. "I'm ffffuckin' takin' this, you virgin losers. Clearly you don't need any kinda aphrodisiac enhancer here, ah-hahaha!"

"I'll take that." Kiibo gently pries the bottle from Miu's hands, even as she groans and complains. "Ah, sorry about her. We're going to get her home and to bed, I think."

"Kiiiinky," Miu sings, cackling, then slumps sideways. Kokichi catches her easily with an arm under her own, hoists her to her feet, and cringes.

"You stink," he sighs. "I mean, this is a new level of gross. Did you bathe in pickles and oil, you silly cow?"

"C-cow!" Miu's crystalline eyes flood with tears. "H-how mean... do it again!"

"Sorry," Kiibo apologises again. "Thank you very much for having us, Y/n, it's been great. We'll see you after Christmas break."

"Get back safe," you tell him, affording him a quick hug. You peck Miu on the cheek and ruffle Kokichi's hair as he squirms and ducks.

"Pervert," he mutters with no real bite. As he and Kiibo haul Miu from the kitchen, he turns around with a glint in his eyes, smirks, and tells you, "Oh, by the way... definitely don't look up right now."

You frown, and then do exactly that.

Mistletoe bears down at you, twinkling, innocent, deadly. You gape, and Shuichi sputters, going violently red.

"I don't... I mean," he stammers. "We, I mean, we don't have t-to..."

You cock your head. Your heart thrums against your ribcage, pumping syrup through your body and head and you can see clearly but at the same time it's shrouded. A small part of you protests, thinks, don't fuck this up. He's too special. Don't don't dont...

"D'you want to?" asks your traitorous mouth, and the world stops spinning.

"W-want..." He looks torn, agonised, almost, but he's red and lovely and red so you don't pull away you just have to get closer, 'till you can smell the eggnog and vanilla vodka on his breath, and it feels like holding your whole friendship on a precipice of a cliff but you're done being selfless. You just want to take for once. "I... Y/n, I..."

"I want to," you mumble, and brush your thumb against his lip. The alcohol takes most of the feeling from your fingertips, but you can watch him go cross-eyed trying to follow your touch, watch the pink on his cheeks get redder.

"I—I do," Shuichi whispers, barely there, breath brushing against your finger. "When you said... you loved me, did you mean, or, I mean—"

"I love you," you murmur, so close that your lips touch his when you talk. His body melts into you, hands drifting up to close over your upper arms. "Is that okay?"

He nods frantically, eyes wide and earnest. "It's okay," he babbles, "I mean, it's more, it's good, because I—I think I love you too but I couldn't, I mean I couldn't say it but you're amazing, and you saved my life I think and I just, I love you so much and I didn't want to ruin it, but I just—"

You lean down; your lips capture his in a slow cling, soft and fleeting and it's the first thing since the first drop of alcohol touched your lips tonight that's felt real. You smell standard cologne and coconut body wash and ink, and his soft fingers clench over your arm for a fraction of a second until he relaxes, melting into you, sinking into the embrace. You pull back, kiss him again, and again, and then you tilt your head just a little so you can push deeper, tasting the remnants of his drink on his lower lip.

It lasts forever or maybe a second. When you pull back the clock has ticked to a minute past midnight, which means it is technically the next day and Shuichi is still in your arms trembling and breathing fast and smiling like a giddy boy, which means this is real and not a dream.

"I'm," Shuichi hiccups, and shuts his eyes with a bashful smile. "I really am glad you invited me."

You smile. "I'm glad I invited you too," you say, and the mistletoe stays up for a month or so after that because you can't quite bring yourself to take it down.

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[lovesicktemple]

Nakajima’s dismemberment song.

★�� Pairing: Atsushi Nakajima x reader

★﹒ Sypnosis : You could barely tell if the figure looming over you was your best friend Atsushi, or some lovesick maniac who felt that the only way to get to you, was to make you suffer.

★﹒ Warning : Gore, sharp objects, blood torture.

This is a very very VERY OOC Atsushi! I just came up with this while listening to a song, and i thought it would be funny if I wrote it with Atsushi isntead of Dazai or Fyodor— since it’s not everyday that you see a violent yandere Atsushi.

Atsushi’s always been so kind. Coming from a tough childhood, he naturally became rather soft.

He’d never wish the torture he went through upon anyone, especially not you.

You were his savior, his deity, his night in shining armor. He’d rather kill himself than ever lay a hand on you.

Atleast, that’s what he said

He said he’d always protect you— that he’d always be by your side no matter what.

Then why was he doing this? Why was he keeping you locked up? He always reassured you that this was for your own good, and that he loves you unconditionally! But it started to feel less like love, it was just a one-sided obsession.

You felt like a dove in a cage. Instead of flying and exploring the world like you were supposed to— you were mercilessly taken and locked behind thick metal bars. But in your case, they were handcuffs trapped to the bed frame.

From that day on, you were his.

He tried everything to make you reciprocate. Affection, cooking, romantic dates, spoiling you rotten, but you just wouldn’t comply. You were too focused on the fact that your best friend was your captor. Was this his twisted way of showing you that he cares for you? Taking you?

Atsushi became more impatient with time. His lovable and adorable personality faded, too. He grew irritated. It’s something you never expected from him.

Eventually, he went straight to the agency for help. Being rather vague about it, he asked how he could make someone reciprocate his feelings. Many different people gave him many different answers, but one certainly stuck with him.

"Chop off their limbs. That way, they’ll have to rely on you." Yosano smiled.

At first Atsushi was appalled by the suggestion. Hurting you was completely out of the question! No way in hell would that thought ever cross his mind. Surely the doctor was joking, right?

But he slowly began to actually consider it.

You were so ungrateful, it hurts. He was nothing but kind towards you! He wanted to show you nothing but love and appreciation. But nothing went through to you.

Atsushi cried in defeat. This was the only way. If you didn’t want to just love him already, he’ll do it the hard way. The one he swore he’d never do.

Pain.

Atsushi made his way to the brunette, Osamu. He stared at him and finally broke the silence.

"Dazai, if this isnt too much to ask, could you… please cover something up for me?"

"Eh? Depends on what.” Dazai grinned.

"Something I’ll never forgive myself for. Ever." He clenched his fist.

"Atsushi-kun?”

"Just! Please! It’s all I’m asking..! Please."

"Hm. Maybe."

How long has it been since you’ve been outside? The only thing you could do was look out a window. Atsushi wanted to prevent you from completely losing it— so he still gave you a view of the outside.

Loud footsteps echoed through the hallway. You quickly shot your head towards the door, hoping it was someone other than your kidnapper, but you were out of luck.

He ran towards you, tears in his eyes. He was frantically sobbing while repeating your name.

"I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!" He repeated.

He embraced you, tightly. Was he gonna let you go? Maybe he realized how insane he was being!

But that wasn’t it.

"Nakajima, what is it?” You questioned.

"I’m sorry for what I’m about to do. I love you, please remember that."

He walked off to grab something, then hit you on the head with it. That was the first time he’s ever hurt you.

You woke up, your head pounding from the pain. You were stripped down to a metal bed. Beside you was Atsushi, looming over you.

"You’re awake! I was really scared.. and worried."

There was a long table accompanying him. He reached out for a knife and got uncomfortably close to your face. He was still shaking as his grip tightened on the utensil.

"Atsushi?"

He was still hesitating. He wiped away some of his tears.

"Atsushi, please. Don’t hurt me! You don’t have to do this. We can work this out-"

"No! I… already tried that. You wouldn’t listen. I.."

Atsushi backed up and pointed the knife towards your wrist.

"Maybe doing this will help." He quickly stabbed it into your wrist, panting. He look horrified. But then his expression turned blank

You screamed loudly, tears flooding down your cheeks. He covered your mouth with his free hand and pushed the knife further in, making a thrusting motion, trying to force the knife through your flesh and bones.

"Hold still, sweetheart." His frown turned into a grin.

Soon, your left hand was on the bed, blood rapidly pouring out. The weretiger was quick enough to patch it up and wrap bandages around the wound.

"I’m sorry." He mumbled.

He lifted up the knife again and harshly stabbed it into your other arm, earning another scream from you.

It felt horrible. All you could focus on was the aching pain in both arms. This wasn’t Atsushi. He would never hurt you like this.

He panted and took your other arm, patching it up. He was still sobbing. He coughed a little and moved onto your legs.

“ATSUSHI!” A distressed cry left your mouth. It startled the white haired male. “Please! Please, get Yosano! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, just stop hurting me, please! I beg of you!”

“I can’t back out now.” He growled. He then harshly shoved the knife into your knee, using all of his force to cut it off.

While screaming in pain, you heard faint footsteps coming from the hallway, with a familiar voice being there.

Was that.. Dazai?

“DAZAI! DAZAI!” You screamed at the top of your lungs.

Atsushi shushed you by covering your mouth and putting his pointer finger on his lips.

“He’s my alibi. He’s not here to help you.” He lowered his hand and patched up your leg.

“This is the last one! Then I’m all done with you. You’ll love me after this. Please.. please just say you love me back!” He pulled your shirt, almost screaming at you. He was stressed out.

“I LOVE YOU! JUST PLEASE.. TAKE ME TO YOSANO!” You cried.

“..No. I’m not stopping now.” He sobbed and harshly stabbed the knife into your remaining limb. He quickly cut it off and patched up.

You were in so much pain. Atsushi untied you and cried into your shoulder. The guilt had finally gotten to him and he could do nothing but cry. You were too hurt to cry. You wanted to, but nothing came out.

The door opened and there stood Dazai. His eyes navigated towards you two. He walked over to you and grinned. He pat Atsushi on the back and comforted him.

“Don’t worry, Atsushi-kun. I’m sure they love you now!”

Dazai leaned closer to your face and pressed a soft kiss onto your cheek.

“Don’t worry belladonna, I’m here for you.”

#yandere bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo sd #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #atsushi nakajima #nakajima atsushi #yandere atsushi #yanderecore #yancore #yandere #mod shuichi #oneshot #Spotify #dazai osamu #osamu dazai

[plutolauvs]

Can you write shuichi with a fem s/o who has abandonment/ attachment issues? Like she gets really attached to someone easily and gets scared that they’re going to hate her and leave her sometime later in the future.

shuichi saihara x fem!reader > oneshot, hurt/comfort > > summary: there’s so many, too many thoughts in her head. next day, she decides to be more clingy to shuichi. she’s flinching and trembling when trying to put her hands on him, so insecure. shuichi steps back, and processes her behavior. > reader is addressed by she/her pronouns

｡˚ 𓂋 💤 photos by: hizoukii (on pinterest)

★ sorry this rlly took a while!! for like, a couple of reasons. anyways i hope u like this!! i forgot you didn't clarify if you wanted a oneshot or not (but thats okay!) so if you want preferences, then ill do it. i might make preferences of this idea even if i'm not requested, but more quicker if it's requested. > ao3 link

heavy blankets on her body, with her hand peeking out; and then her hand on the bed’s empty space; those were the things within her vision, and the things she felt, once her eyes fluttered open.

her fingers moved against the sheets, and held a loose grip onto them. the yearn she felt, and the thoughts that weighed her; were the things she remembered. those were the things present yesterday, and years before yesterday, and will be present today.

after a few minutes of laying on her side, she began positioning herself. she guided herself to sit on the bed, and to rest her hands onto her lap. her head dropped low, immediately taking in the view of fingers making little movement. her eyes were still, not expressing the loud thoughts banging in her head. 

for a few minutes, the silence was the company along with the scorching words and scenarios tying her down. yet a pause to her brain appeared, once her head perked up as the sound of footsteps peeked in. she focused on the door, with an underlying thought slowly creeping in.

will he come?

loose fists were formed, and her lungs held air, giving a heavy weight to her chest. 

the air once captured finally waved through her parted lips. 

he’s gone.

so there she went, dragging her body to chase after him again. one step, two step, many steps to the bathroom was the first step to her journey. her hands reached for this, this, and that. her eyes looked here, to there, and over there. the mirror held the dazed look in her eyes, and the stiff movements she made to doll herself up. 

the process was quick, to hurry herself to where she figured he’d be. silently, she observed him as she walked towards the kitchen.

with his body bent, he scanned the contents in the refrigerator. while the sounds of her footsteps became louder, his focus slowly traveled towards the woman searching for him. 

“you’re… here early,” she mentioned, finally stopping her movement in the kitchen. she watched as shuichi paused his search, in order to stand up and turn around, for his body to face hers.

“i was watching a show,” his head tilted up, and his eyes looked into her own for a brief moment. the slight smile faltered before he continued, “since i couldn’t go back to sleep.”

she tilted her head, as her lips were shaped straight. blinking while the vision of his familiar, yet observing face, was present once he looked at her. his breath hitched for a few seconds, as he inhaled.

“i guess i just had a lot of thoughts in my head...” shuichi breathed out, before his eyes steered away from her confused expression.

her arms moved behind her, then her fingers played with her other ones. deep within her stomach came something brewing in, while her heart felt low. “oh, i interrupted you,” she spoke out, attempting to remove any emotion from her words, as her lips lowered.

“it’s nothing, really.” 

“so…” he continued, slowly guiding his eyes to the floor, “i didn’t find anything i want. i’ll just go out a-,”

“w-wait!” after she blurted, her hands briskly clenched his shoulders. in a quick pace, his eyes went to the woman’s close face. his body lightly jumped as tension invaded through his limbs, resulting in fists that formed for a few moments. all while her eyes squinted from a smile that slowly turned wider, going along with her slightly widened eyes. “i’ll make you something!” her tone picked up, forcing an eager tone into his ears as he felt the trembles of her gripping hands.

shuichi gathered himself, and in result, the tension flowed away. with ease, his hands went on top of hers, for his fingers to caress hers, before gently guiding her hands to hang besides her own body. “a-ah! that’s not necessary,” a light smile appeared on his features, after his honest words were spoken his soft tone.

despite his sentence being voiced with care, it broke her smile, and proceeded to weigh down her features. “but i like…” she started low before her head hung low, as the air she forced into her chest creeped into her words, “helping you…” the continuation fainted into the atmosphere that gotten heavy once her thoughts hovered over her shivering body.

she stopped, trying to restrict herself from becoming too forceful. silently, her head lifted up, with a full smile painted on her face. 

yet it just kept breaking.

there were so many thoughts running through her head; the words just wouldn’t stop coming and she tried to bury it all down with a smile and a clinging hand onto his wrist.

“i just… don’t want you to go…” the smile was ditched, now placed with the frown she could no longer hide, and so she dared to slip out the overwhelming storm dragging her deeper, “please,” a crack to her voice was present through the higher pitch of her plea.

his wide eyes finally blinked, taking in the switch of her behavior. there were more to her pleas. the gloss covered her eyes; the stare barely hid the emotions that were now spilled out, over and over again for every tremble that he felt on his skin. then his focus went to the gripping hand on his wrist, chaining him to the kitchen’s floors.

the build up of desperation bursted out; seen to her lover’s eyes, yet again. 

“...i’m not going anywhere.” 

shuichi stated. without a stutter; without any falters, and by choice, without any price.

once she broke the chains she implemented, he moved his body closer to hers. 

warm air was shared between the two bodies that became close from shuichi’s embrace.

first were tears dripping through widened eyes, then harsh gasps that couldn’t be contained against his figure. 

then a hand to her back, moving gently to bring ease to her shaking body.

“i love you so much.”

she held in a gasp, as she didn’t dare hesitate to look at him. shuichi’s inner eyebrows lifted up, while a smile expressed the mixture of sad and sweet emotions accompanying him. his hand went to her face; his thumb was placed on her warm skin, moving softly, as an attempt to swipe hot tears from her cheeks. and though her tears kept overflowing with quick speed, he appreciated the stare she gave; taking notice of the care he gave, and in return, giving eyes that were heavy from the love she felt.

if only air wasn’t being forced in and out, for the repetitive pressure of her chest to be present; and if only she had the strength to keep her from drowning; she would’ve told him she loved him by words.

i might make an alternative version where y/n is addressed with they/them pronouns. not sure. anywayssss, requests r open :3

#danganronpa #shuichi saihara #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa x reader #she/her #fem!reader #x reader #female reader #shuichi x y/n #shuichi saihara x reader #drv3 shuichi #ndrv3 shuichi #y/n #oneshot

[frickingnerd]

Villain Masterlist

Tomura Shigaraki

dating tomura shigaraki - headcanons

gamer boyfriend shigaraki - headcanons

patching up shigaraki after a battle - headcanons

Touya Todoroki / Dabi

dating dabi/touya todoroki - headcanons

patching up touya todoroki - headcanons

dabi with a s/o who has a healing quirk - headcanons

dabi comforting you after a break up - headcanons

dabi with a s/o who's sensitive to loud noises - headcanons

friends with benefits hawks & dabi - headcanons

Jin Bubaigawara / Twice

romance is not dead (yet) - oneshot

Shuichi Iguchi / Spinner

dating spinner / shuichi iguchi - headcanons

having your first fight with spinner - headcanons

Atsuhiro Sako/Mr. Compress

breaking up with mr. compress - headcanons

Himiko Toga

dating himiko toga - headcanons

himiko with a s/o who likes her smile - headcanons

Oboro Shirakumo / Kurogiri

memories of who we used to be - oneshot

Kai Chisaki / Overhaul

call me your favorite, call me the worst - oneshot

Kaina Tsutsumi / Lady Nagant

being in a poly relationship with mirko and lady nagant - headcanons

Akaguro Chizome/Stain

stain meeting a shapeshifter - headcanons

#shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #toga x reader #himiko x reader #himiko toga x reader #twice x reader #jin bubaigawara x reader #spinner x reader #shuichi iguchi x reader #kai chisaki x reader #overhaul x reader #shigaraki headcanons #mha #bnha #smut #fluff #angst #headcanons #drabble #oneshot #x reader #x you #x y/n #stain x reader #stain #x gn reader #akaguro chizome #akaguro chizome x reader

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Kurama (Shuichi Minamino) X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: Every day, Shuichi visits and brings her flowers. He was her ideal boyfriend, yet, she knew that they would be nothing more than just friends. However, a certain visit from him proved her otherwise.

Word Count: 930

"Lalala~ Hmmmm~" You hummed while watering your precious garden. Your garden had plenty of flowers, a few herbs and shrubs, and one sakura tree. Every day, a certain redhead gives you different kinds of flowers as a gift. You loved the redhead, he was kind, polite, and most of all, handsome. Shuichi Minamino, your ideal boyfriend. You wished that the redhead was your boyfriend, but he is nothing more than a best friend. Well, that's what you always thought. Though, a certain brunette told you that Shuichi had fallen for you, which you actually didn't believe. But there is a possibility, is there?

"I hope Shuichi would visit me today..." You mumbled to yourself, pouting a bit. You are living alone, both of your parents were working abroad. And Shuichi always visits you at your place to keep you company, which is why you are always expecting him to come. After you finished watering the flowers, you wipe away the sweat on your face then place the water bucket back in its place. You smile to yourself while admiring your finished work. "Might as well as clean myself" You stated then entered the house. You removed your gardening clothes and then headed to the bathroom.

You entered inside and then locked the door. You strip all of your dirty clothes then put them inside the hamper. You step inside the shower and then turn it on. "Hmmmm~ I wonder what kind of flower Shuichi will give me today~" You wondered while thoroughly cleaning your body. After showering, you exit the bathroom with your bathrobe and then head towards your room. Once you enter inside, you search for a clean dress in your closet. You got out a [f/c] Chinese dress that reaches your ankle, it is strapless, covers your neck, and has a slip from the end up to your knee. You dried your [h/c] hair using a hair blower and then tied it into [f/h]. You put on some powder and a lip gloss. "Shuichi will be here any moment now," You said, putting the lip gloss down on your table.

Just after you finished, there was a knock on the door. "Coming!" You yelled while hurrying down the stairs. When you arrived in front of the door, you opened it quickly with glee. Standing outside your door revealed a handsome young man with crimson hair and emerald eyes. "This is for you, milady" He gave you a bouquet of several different flowers. "Thank you" You accepted the gift and then smelled the fragrant flowers. "Come in" You step aside for him to enter. Once he was inside, you unwrapped the bouquet and placed the bundle of flowers in a large vase filled with water. Shuichi sat on the couch and admired your features, he had to admit, you look gorgeous in that dress.

"I'll make some tea, Shuichi. Please stay here for a while" You informed him as you entered the kitchen, your dress trailing behind. "Take your time, [Name]" Shuichi replied. While waiting for you, the redhead played with his signature rose. "My love is sweet as the rose..." He muttered, smiling to himself. "Here" A cup of tea was placed on the coffee table in front of the redhead, he snapped out from his gaze and then smiled at you. "You're welcome" You understood what his smile meant and then smiled back, sitting next to him. "Hey, Shuichi" You called, tugging on his sleeve a bit. "Yes?" He looked at you after he took a sip of his tea. "Care for some quotes that I made?" You asked, eyes pleading for him to say yes. "Of course" He chuckled then placed the cup down.

"Okay, here it is" You took a deep breath then straightened your posture. "Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food, and medicine to the soul" Shuichi smiled at your first quote. The flowers that surround your place inspired you to make quotes about it, and he is proud of you because of that. "Flowers are the music of the ground. From earth's lips spoken without sound," There comes the second one. "Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature" The third. "Love is the flower you've got to let grow" This one earns the redhead's attention. "Life is a flower, so precious in your hand" This one is about life. "A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love" is another one that earns his attention.

"Really [Name]?" He smiled. "I don't know, I just thought about it" You shrugged. He referred the question to your 6th quote. He just smiled. "The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart" You continued, eyes closed while reciting the quote. You personally love this quote, and a certain green-eyed male started a liking to it too. "Well, that's it! Do you like it?" You said, turning your attention to him. He is awestruck, you can say that he liked your quotes very much. "That was wonderful, [Name]" He complimented. "Thanks" You blushed at his compliment. "But you know..." He said, earning your full attention. "My love is sweet as the rose" He stated. He looked at you and locked eyes with yours for a while, you could melt under his beautiful gaze. You didn't also realize that your face is only an inch apart from him, before slowly leaning in. Both of your lips touched and you stayed like that for a while, kissing your beloved future boyfriend.

#fanfiction #fanfic #alternate universe #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #fluff #drabble #female reader #kurama #shuichi minamino #yu yu hakusho

[akechiguro]

to see you again.

oneshot | shuichi saihara x kokichi ouma

alternate universe - postgame, simulation

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Synopsis | Shuichi Saihara and Kokichi Ouma meet again after the events of the 53rd season of Danganronpa.

Word Count | 3.0k.

Author’s Note | i don’t usually write in first person so this is a change of speed ^^ this is also from january so it’s pretty old, i feel bad for not posting :,D

also posted on ao3! (with minor changes)

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I still remember our last conversation. It rings like a fucking melody in my ears every time I go to sleep and I hate it. Every time the ear worm starts replaying in my head, it makes me forget about her, she’s the reason I even put myself out there and yet I find myself thinking about his and I’s last conversation rather than hers and mine.

“But, y’know…I…wasn’t boring, right?”

He wasn’t. He never was. He kept me on my feet like a real detective and pushed my limits so far over the edge I was sure I’d come crashing down at some point, but I didn’t. In a way, he saved me from doing that— or did she? Both of them? It doesn’t matter. One way or the other, I’m a better man because of them. Better, sure, but whipped out of my damn mind because of that little scumbag who preferred to play the devil’s advocate in serious situations rather than actually being of some real use.

I thought— no— I knew he died. Investigated his own death with my own eyes, forced another one of my best friends to his execution because of it, and found myself becoming a sobbing mess all over again. Not just for him, but her as well, even if she was some number of months between the two cases. I wasted too much of my time crying over someone I swore up and down I hated. Was it for nothing?

It had to have been. He’s sitting right in front of me right now.

There’s an awkward silence to the room, an unresolved tension lingering in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. His hair is still the same shade of purple, if not a bit darker, maybe a little longer, and he looks taller since we last talked. Ironic. The outfit is near unrecognizable— the strangest feeling of deja vu, and yet, neither of us can remember where we’d seen each other in these clothes.

“So,” he started, taking the liberty of starting our conversation. God knows I can’t. Not after everything I’ve seen, argued for, cried over. He leaned his head against his hand with that certain admiration in his eye I could never quite figure out during the game. I’m glad he’s casual. It helped me calm down a little bit.

“So?” I retort shakily. My hands are trembling, fiddling with the hem of my school uniform’s jacket. I know I said Kaede helped me grow as a person, be more confident, but for some reason I can’t meet his eye.

“How’d you do? You know, after I was gone?” He asked. His tone is more…calm? It’s different from the game’s, whatever persona he took on. He doesn’t seem like a malicious person anymore. Or at least, not acting like he is. But he doesn’t seem totally different, either.

“What do you mean?” I mumbled, and I felt like an idiot. You know what he meant. How’d we figure out it was Kaito, who survived and how we did it, stuff like that. I clenched my teeth and averted my gaze to a wall— plain white with a bit of grime. Well, can’t expect every room in this facility to be squeaky clean.

Kokichi laughed, softly, a strange unfamiliarity striking right through my ears. It’s nothing like how it was in the game. It’s intriguing. “You know what I mean! How did you figure out my plan and all that? Who was the mastermind you and Kaede tried so hard to uncover? I want all the details!”

I blinked. “Oh, uh— right. Well, it took, uh…a lot of probing, I guess, to figure out it was Kaito in the exisal and not you,” I started, gazing off in a random direction to gather my thoughts. “I…well, neither Maki or I could really handle the aftermath of that. For two different reasons, I think,” I chuckled nervously, and this caught his attention.

“Two different reasons? Maki was affected? I didn’t think she cared about anybody!” He laughed again and my heart started beating faster. Why did I have to catch feelings for someone who purposefully made themself out to be a bad person in a game of life and death?

“Yeah, believe it or not,” I smiled, catching his eyes for no longer than a second before deciding the painting behind him was a lot more interesting. Some sort of wave, I think the picture was. “She had a crush on him I guess, ended up threatening Monokuma and all that. Kaito didn’t actually die in his execution, either, it was his sickness that ended up killing him. Had he not had it…” I trailed off, feeling my features soften, “…he would’ve survived with the rest of us. Maki, Himiko, and I.”

“Woah, woah. Slow down,” Kokichi grinned. “Himiko survived with you but not Kiibo? What, did he kill Tsumugi or something? And an execution failed?”

“Yep. His execution failed and that, uh…really pissed off Monokuma,” I smiled. Enough time has passed where names don’t make me flinch anymore, they don’t send my lunch up my throat like they used to. “…You’re not far off from your theory about Kiibo, though. I guess Miu installed lasers and stuff inside of him and he ended up destroying the End Wall so we could escape. The final trial was a redo of the first one, and we figured out Kaede’s plan…”

No. You swore you wouldn’t cry to him when you found out this opportunity was something that could happen. Stay strong.

“…Kaede’s plan failed. Her shot put ball missed,” I explained, voice shaking with each new word. “It was Tsumugi who actually killed him, and who ended up being the mastermind. It…it wasn’t an easy trial,” I laughed bitterly, staring down at the table. I know Kaede is still alive. I know it was a simulation. But that means Tsumugi also lives; the one who orchestrated all of their deaths, left a far deeper cut in my core than any murder attempt ever could, is still walking and breathing. Something about that made it worse.

Kokichi fell back in his chair with a look of shock. “Dang. So how did her and Kiibo end up dead while you, Maki, and Himiko didn’t? Wouldn’t Kiibo’s lasers have killed you, too?”

“Nope. He destroyed the Ultimate Academy while breaking the End Wall, and a piece of rubble ended up falling on Tsumugi. Kiibo, he…he made sure we were safe and protected before self-destructing.”

“So a robot did have some humanity after all,” Kokichi giggled, crossing his arms on the table and letting his head follow. He still looked just as childish as he did in the simulation, yet there was more of a sense of…maturity, maybe? Was that the word? I don’t know. When it comes to him, it feels like no words even come close to describing him.

There’s awkward tension in the air again. There’s so much I wanna tell him and yet none of it is coming out. So much I wanna ask; why put on such an…interesting front? Why sacrifice himself the way he did, especially with the show he’d put on just before his death? Was everything he’d told me about hating me true?

I can’t get anything to come out. I’m just staring at him like an idiot, or maybe admiring, I can’t really tell, myself. I think he notices, too, because he seems totally comfortable in the silence. At least he seems like he does. If I’m not in tune with my own emotions, then I don’t think I ever will be with Kokichi’s, even outside of the game.

“You’re still insecure, aren’t you?” He asks suddenly.

I blinked. “What?”

“I can see it in your eyes, y’know. I may not have the same confidence I did in the game, but I can still read you like a book, Shuichi,” he smiled, something soft in his gaze while he stared at me. Maybe even sincerity. I fully believe him, too. Even the tone of his voice is softer, meeker, and his eyes don’t hold the same mischief and judgment they used to. Is this the real him? What he truly feels? No, not that— he’s not done anything out of emotion. He’s just…talking. And yet somehow my assumption seems correct. “I thought you got over your emo phase,”

I want to counter that. But he’s right. I guess I don’t really have the same confidence I had in Danganronpa, either. “I, uh…I thought I did, at least. Why bring that up?”

“I dunno. You look like you wanna say something.”

“Oh,” I breathed, mentally beating myself up. At the very least I thought I was better at speaking my mind. Well- this meeting should’ve made it obvious to myself that I’m not. “I guess I’m kind of just wondering…how to word this…why? Why were you the way you were? You seem so…” I trailed off, not letting myself finish that. That’s not the only thing I want to ask. Not why I contacted Danganronpa asking for this meeting. But it’s all I can get out right now.

He laughed. “You’re not the first to ask, y’know? I thought my favorite might be more original, but you’re asking such a boring question.”

So others got to him before I did…somehow that’s not surprising. “You’re surprised? I thought you could read me like a book,” I smirked, “I thought you of all people should know why I’m the most interested,”

“Fine, you’re right,” He smiled, adjusting so his cheek laid against a fist. “Welp! I don’t have a good answer to that. I wanted to be the antagonist. Nagito was my favorite in all 52 seasons I saw before applying to Danganronpa,” He laughed.

“Is that…it?” I asked, mentally cringing. That came out rude.

“Yep.”

“I don’t…really believe you,”

He barked out a laugh. It’s the most familiar thing he’s done this whole time. “Wow! A whole couple months after we last talked and you still don’t fully trust me?” He’s weirdly amused, I noticed. Was his in-game personality the real thing? No— somehow this feels like an act.

I shook my head quickly, flustered. “No, no! It’s not that! It’s just, well- it’s not just your attitude I was referring to. You seemed to have it out for me specifically. And Kaito and Miu, I guess, though I can probably assume for them…”

He hums, leaning back in his chair. His arms rested comfortably behind his head, the darkness of his uniform making his hair pop to a lighter purple than it actually is. “Yeah, those two are idiots. I’m surprised Kaito lasted so long,” he giggled quietly to himself, “but as for you…I don’t really wanna tell you that.”

“Huh?” Now that actually surprised me.

“I didn’t hate you or anything if that’s the answer you’re after,” he continued, averting his gaze elsewhere, “but the exact reason..eh,”

I can’t complain, that is the answer I was after. But now I’m just more curious. “Is there a, uh…a reason you can’t tell me the reason?”

Kokichi shrugged. “Nope! Maybe I’m lying though, huh?” He smiled. That itself was a lie. I could tell, somehow.

Another moment of awkward silence.

“Well, what did you think of me?” He asked, adjusting his position back to resting his head on his arms again. Could he always not sit still for this long? Or had I just never noticed in the game?

“Do you not know?” I asked, cautiously. “I…I told you that you’ll always be alone. I- I don’t mean it now, in fact I wanted to apologize for that-“

“Don’t worry about it, Shumai,” He laughed. “It was easy to hate me in the game, y’know? I hated myself!”

“Er…” I glanced down, picking at my nail beds.

“Oh, not to traumadump or whatever the word is,” Kokichi shook his head quickly, “I already knew, actually. I just wanted to hear it come from your own mouth.”

“But I still want to apologize! That was- that was rude of me. What you did was horrible, but it was still uncalled for on my part.” Plenty of people had murdered in the game. Too many, far too many. Was I justified to say that to someone who, more or less, did what he did in self defense?

“But is that all you felt about me?” Kokichi asked, the same cautious tone I’d used earlier. Like he’d said it accidentally, almost.

It kinda shocked me, to hear him ask that. He’s right. That’s not all. It’s the safe answer, the one I’d assumed everyone else had told him. But should I even admit to that other feeling? The one still eating at me, the one I can’t get out of my head no matter how hard I try? He can’t feel the same. Not him.

I took a second to think of a response, holding unsteady eye contact. It was Kokichi who’s eyes darted away momentarily, only to return with the same hesitation. “…No. It’s..it’s not.”

Why not come clean? What are the chances I ever see him again after this? We both will become just another face in the crowd, going about our school lives as though we hadn’t gone through someone so horribly traumatic.

I don’t think Kokichi was expecting my response. His eyes widened slightly, the micro movements of his mouth and eyebrows revealing to me a sort of surprise. I know I’m not a detective anymore, but I’m still attentive. He definitely wasn’t expecting it.

He licked his lips, ever so slightly. They’d gone dry. “What’s that other feeling, then?” He leaned forward, slightly, his eyes falling somewhere else. Lower to my face. The tension’s changed.

My breath caught in my throat, mimicking his actions. “I’m…sure you can guess.” I mumbled, meeting his eyes again. I feel like I’m running a fever, I feel lightheaded, this is a horrible idea…I shouldn’t have said that, I should’ve lied, I should’ve…

…His hand sliding gently over mine, his body to lean further across the table… Should I?

What other chance would I get?

I stood, cupping his face gently and closing the distance. His skin is just as smooth as I remember it being, so strangely soft, yet I can still feel the bones in his cheeks. He’s thin, sure, but it doesn’t seem too unhealthy. His lips are chapped, dry, almost uncomfortable. He chews at his lips, a nervous habit. It’s more endearing than I should think of it being.

He’s quick to kiss back. He tugged at my uniform’s collar, almost needily- hungrily?- like he’d been waiting for this. None of this explains anything that happened in the game. I think it just raises more questions, if anything. But my mind’s too fogged and my face is too hot to think of anything else but our proximity.

It’s only when he starts to fidget with the buttons on my jacket that I pull away, and I can think of absolutely nothing except how much I’m going to regret that. Not because I don’t like Kokichi, honestly, it’s the opposite. I refused it for so long that I think I’m actually in love with him. But I thought it earlier; what are the chances I’m going to see him again after this? I don’t think I can handle a long distance relationship, but I don’t think I’m ever going to get over him. No, no, I don’t think, I know I’m never gonna get over him.

He looked nervous, hand lingering on my clothes for a moment longer before he brought them to his chest nervously. He looked so out of character from what I remembered of him in the game…that Kokichi would probably keep going. This one looks like he’s on the brink of tears. “Pausing for air, or..?” He asked, trying to laugh it off.

I shook my head. “We can’t do this, Kokichi.”

“Why not? You kissed me!” He’s getting defensive. I should’ve seen this coming.

“I know! I know, that was…my mistake. It’s not that I don’t want this,” I started, grabbing his hand and slinking my fingers through his, “I…I’ve been denying how much I’ve wanted to do that for entirely too long. But it’s…I don’t know where you live. We don’t go to the same school, hell, we might not even live in the same part of Japan. I don’t…want to commit to something I can’t maintain.”

He looks defeated, for far longer than I would’ve liked. I feel horrible. But quickly perks up. “Well, where do you live?”

“Huh?”

“You can’t just kiss me and then go on this whole rant about why we can’t be together and then expect me not to ask where you live!” He smiled. “Where you from?”

“Oh.” I take a second to think. Are we even allowed to tell each other that? Fuck, of course we are- why wouldn’t we be? “Uh, Okinawa. I wear…probably too many layers for how warm it is compared to the rest of Japan,”

He smiled. A lot brighter than I would’ve imagined. “And you’re not lying?”

“No! Why would I?”

“I’m from there, too! No way that’s a coincidence!” He giggled like a child, freeing his hand to wrap them around mine. “I don’t live with my parents, they’re from Aichi. Just my older brother. But it’s crazy lucky I do, right?”

I stood there, dumbfounded. I was worrying for nothing? “So…so that means—“

“If you break my heart, Shumai, DICE is a real organization. They’ll kick your ass!” He laughed, dropping my hands to grab me in a hug. It’s so unfamiliar. In game Kokichi…no, I need to stop thinking about him.

“Y-yeah..! Yeah, I’m sure Kaede or Kaito will have your head in seconds if you, uh..break mine, too.” I laughed, awkwardly returning the action.

I still don’t know a lot about Kokichi. I don’t know about his family or how his school is or even if this version of him is the real one. There’s still so much I need to learn about him, that he needs to learn about me, but somehow, I know it’s going to be easier with us. I don’t think I’ll ever forget our last conversation as characters in a television show. The game, I think, forever changed who we are as people. But it’ll work out. We’ll be okay.

We’re gonna be great.

#saiouma #oumasai #postgame #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #shuichi x kokichi #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #kokichi ouma x shuichi saihara #heart to heart #conversation #i’m incapable of writing a sad ending sorry #i care them too much #i mean who said that i hate them #drv3 #drv3 shuichi #drv3 kokichi #oneshot #gay pride

[love-me-purple]

Mermaid!Kokichi x Shuichi

CW: None!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey anon! Sorry your ask got deleted, here's the oneshot!

Shuichi felt the splash of waves hit his face as he was pulled into the water. Once sitting on the edge of the dock talking, now swimming up back to the surface after the cold splash brought him awake. It was late at night, probably anywhere near 11 by now, he was drifting off to sleep. But he would surely be awake after this.

After swimming to the surface (and getting a few more breaths in) he blinked his eyes a few times to get the water out, and to focus on the purple being swimming up in front of him.

“Ouma…. I swear….” Said the tired male with annoyance in his voice. The boy in front of him giggled, “Oh but saihara-Chan… I couldn’t let you go to bed now! You still have to go back to your apartment~”

The blue haired boy sighed, “Did you really have to get me all wet?” The mermaid just giggled again, his laughter filling the nighttime silence which brought forth some smile onto Shuichi’s face. It was always quiet when they talked, as Shuichi was always busy with detective work during the day and Kokichi would be wherever. How did they first meet again?

That’s right, every night Shuichi would go to the beach after work to relax from all the stress he was carrying. He’d sit on the docks and just listen. But it was bothersome, nothing to listen to in the silence.

Yet one day a certain mermaid swam up to the top laughing, unaware of the other’s presence. And when they locked eyes? It was so weird, yet a fuzzy feeling. The mermaid swam back down into the water leaving the latter sitting there in a state of confusion, but love. It was comforting, even only for a second, for the silence to be filled with something other than wind.

Every night Shuichi would go to the docks, and every other night the same mermaid from before would swim to the top. They would just sit there in each other’s presence until the purple haired boy left. It’s funny Shuichi never figured out it was a mermaid and not just some boy swimming in the water late at night, because he never realized until he fell into it.

The cold water knocking him out, and slowly waking up drenched on the beach. The boy from before leaning over him to make sure he was okay. And once he was surely awake? He dove back into the water leaving Saihara alone once again.

A few days passed, Shuichi grew lonelier. The fellow from before never came to the surface anymore, perhaps Shuichi scared him off? Perhaps he grew uninterested? He still remembered that night, him hitting the cold water and it splashing his face. He would never forget waking up that day. And although he may never see the boy again, it wouldn’t hurt to go in the water.

So he jumped in, sat underwater for a moment, looking around. Don’t know what he expected, there was nothing. It was dark, and splashing of the water was loud.

It wasn’t quiet, but it was lonely. Well, not for long. Because it wasn’t lonely after a familiar face swam up to the other.

And that was the day they truly, met. And now they talk every day, at the same time, every night.

One talking their “busy” day off, and the other sitting and listening.

Of course, with the occasion giggle.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sorry it’s so short! I hope you enjoy regardless~ 💜

#mod celestia #mod celeste #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #saiouma #oneshot #requested #saioma #oumasai #drv3 kokichi #ouma kokichi #v3

[mintbubbletea606]

Revenge (Shuichi Saihara x Reader x Kokichi Ouma)

Requested by: @wein

Similar to Kokichi most days, you had woken up and chose violence. Padding down the stairs, you crept towards the ajar door of Shuichi’s home office. Your blue-haired boyfriend was bent over a file, heavily focused on the case. Since his mind was so preoccupied, he never noticed your soft steps, not until your arms wrapped around him. 

“(Y/n), you scared me!” he exclaimed, letting out a soft laugh and patting your hand absentmindedly. “How did you sleep?” 

When you slipped away from his touch, his brow knitted in confusion, and he turned around in time to notice your quickly retreating form. 

“U-uh, is something the problem?” he anxiously called after you, relaxing when you let out a string of laughter. “...At least, there doesn’t seem to be an emergency. Did Kokichi manage to convince them to prank me?” 

Waving his hand in the air, Shuichi moved back to his case, opting to hold back his curious thoughts until he finished a certain section. 

--- 

“How are ya doin’, crackerjack?” the purple-haired teen asked, his face exploding in an enthusiastic grin at the sight of you. He was laying on the balcony, enjoying the sunny day. 

“Pretty good. Could I have some of your Panta for a sec?” you answered, grabbing the glass bottle from his extended hand. “Thanks for that!” 

“Am I your favorite now?” Kokichi asked, his legs swinging back and forth. “I don’t think Shumai would have shared his drink so easily~” 

“You’re on the same level as Shuichi,” you replied, leaning down to poke him on the head. “Anyways, I gotta go!” 

“Wait, give me back my Panta!” Kokichi called out, only receiving a mischievous chuckle from you. “You wanted some of my Panta, didn’t you? At least, they’re becoming a better liar from learning from me.” 

--- 

“What in the world have you been giving them?” Shuichi asked, his eyes flicking up from the book he was reading. 

Kokichi paused, his arms placed behind his head and purple eyes focused on his blue-haired boyfriend. A smile crossed his face as a giggle left him. He moved to flop on the couch, laying his head on Shuichi’s lap.

“You know, I could ask the same thing from you, Shumai. They’ve been poking me and leaving the entire day~” 

“You’re not lying… Are you?” 

“Aww, why would I lie to you?” Kokichi’s lips pouted as Shuichi stared at him. “I mean, you’re the detective. Shouldn’t you know that I’m not lying?” 

“I can never tell with you,” Shuchi murmured, his face screwing up in thought. “I don’t think you’re lying this time. Is (Y/n) trying to mess with us?” 

“Ooh, that sounds fun~” Kokichi replied, placing a finger on Shuchi’s lips to silence him. “You know, what would be even more entertaining?” 

“Do I want to know?” 

“Sure you do!” 

“What…?” 

“ Revenge .” 

--- 

You stretched out your sore muscles as you pulled on your pajamas, tired from the day of bothering your boyfriends. For all of the number of pranks that Kokichi (and a rather hesitant Shuchi) had pulled on you, it only seemed fair that you would get payback. As you walked into the bedroom, you noticed that your boyfriends still hadn’t gotten ready for bed. Eyebrow knitted in confusion, you padded out to the living room, eyes looking at every point. 

“Hey, guys?” you called out, letting out a yelp when two pairs of lips pressed against your cheeks. Your hand connected with the nose of one of the perpetrators. You hurriedly rushed to the light switch, eyes landing on a disoriented Shuichi that clutched his nose. 

Kokichi, rather than helping his partner in crime, hysterically laughed and pointed at the detective. 

“Kichi, aren’t you going to help him?” you asked, moving forward to check Shuichi’s face for any damage. 

“Relax, (Y/n). You didn’t even hit him that hard. He’s just a little shocked. Aren’t ya, Shumai?” 

When Shuichi nodded in response, a relieved sigh left you as you placed a kiss on the side of his lips. 

“You two are idiots, you know?” you commented, eyes glancing over at Kokichi, who was still shaking with laughter. 

“We’re just as much an idiot as you are, darling,” Kokichi quickly responded, moving forward to wrap his arms around you and Shuichi. 

You rolled your eyes as you ruffled Kokichi’s hair and kissed his cheek. 

“Then, how about we stop being idiots and cuddle?” you asked, massaging your temples. “I don’t know how you guys can run around and pull pranks on me. It’s absolutely exhausting-” 

#shuichi x reader #kokichi x reader #shuichi x reader x kokichi #fanfiction #anime #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #x reader #oneshot #gender neutral reader #shuichi x kokichi

[danganronpa-imagine-headcanon]

May I request some cute Shinsai, please? Maybe Kiyo taking care of a sick Shuichi? (Or the other way around, if that’s easier.) The nerd boys living together and taking care of each other warms my heart. Thank you in advance and I hope you have a great day! 💖

Hello! Of course I can do that for you :) I’m terribly sorry for how long this took to write! I also wrote it in the form of a oneshot, since I thought that would be easier. I hope that’s okay! While Shinsai is not too popular, it has to be one of my favorite ships. Also— when the word hahck is said, that’s supposed to be Shuichi coughing. Please take it seriously I think it looks really silly /lh

-Mod Kirumi

“Dear...” Korekiyo said, cringing as Shuichi began another coughing fit, frantically sorting through his detective files, “Maybe you should stay home.”

“No—” Shuichi wheezed, “I’m— hahck— fine. I need to get to work.”

“The last time you went to work sick, you threw up and Harukawa-san had to drive you home,” He sighed, “Shuichi, I think you should stay home.”

“I’m fine,” Shuichi tried to tell him, but it ironically came out as more of a whimper as his voice cracked. He shivered soon after, which pretty much sealed the deal that Korekiyo was going to keep him home.

Korekiyo only hummed, walking over to Shuichi and reaching out to hold his hand— the one that was not gripping files close to his chest.

“Shuichi. Look at me.”

His voice was not gentle but it was certainly not demanding— it was loving with just the right amount of a push for Shuichi to tear his gaze away from his files.

“I do not think you should go. You’re coughing hysterically, you can hardly talk, and I don’t like that you are refusing to check your temperature. I want you to stay home until you feel better.”

Shuichi gave Korekiyo a weak smile, squeezing his hand back and nodding.

“I know. But I’m not throwing up,” He said, “I’m gonna be o—”

Shuichi was cut off by a cough, and it wasn’t long before he ended up dropping the files he had in his hands. Korekiyo winced when the papers fell out of what they were encased in, but what worried him the most was Shuichi’s shoulders slumping as he began to stumble, quickly gripping onto Korekiyo’s shoulder.

“Sh- hahck— Shit...” He mumbled, and the swearing felt so foreign coming out of Shuichi, “I’m sorry...”

Shuichi shut his eyes tightly as if he was dizzy, leaning his head into Korekiyo’s chest. Korekiyo instantly put an arm around him, using his other hand to run his fingers through his hair.

“You’re fine. We can pick them up later,” He reassured him, pulling strands of hair stuck to Shuichi’s face with sweat out of the way, “You should lay down, dear. I’m going to get you some tea and soup started, okay?”

“Please don’t trouble yourself because of me,” Shuichi whispered, shakily pulling himself away from Korekiyo and sitting on the bed. Korekiyo tried not to chuckle at the way Shuichi’s face looked like he had simply admitted defeat about going to work.

“You’re not trouble,” Korekiyo told him, “Chamomile tea and chicken noodle soup?”

Shuichi sighed.

“You’re right. Thank you, love.”

—

“Here you are,” Korekiyo pushed the door open, blinking in surprise as he noticed Shuichi faced towards the trash can on the floor, coughing and very clearly vomiting.

He was quick to set the food down and rush over to his boyfriend, kneeling on the ground next to him and holding his hair back, rubbing his back.

It wasn’t long before Shuichi stopped, a few coughs escaping his lips before glancing over to Korekiyo. He was a sorry sight— his hair all ruffled and his body sweating. There were bags under his eyes and he was paler than a sheet.

“Sorry,” He shivered, “I told you I wasn’t going to throw up.”

“I see,” Korekiyo said, amused, “It’s not like you chose to vomit, Shuichi. Come on— let’s get you back to bed.”

Korekiyo helped him stand up, leading him over to the bed and sitting him down before sitting down next to him, holding the tray of food.

“Do you still want this?” He asked, “I won’t make you do anything, but you should at least drink some of the water.”

Shuichi’s lower lip trembled.

“I feel weak. I’m sorry, Korekiyo... I don’t want to refuse what you made me.”

Korekiyo hummed.

“What if I fed it to you?”

Shuichi looked at Korekiyo as if he was speaking to him in a different language.

“Huh?” He stammered, “No, Korekiyo, you don’t have to do that, I—”

“I don’t mind to,” He insisted, “You are sick, Shuichi. You need to eat something.”

Shuichi pursed his lips together like he wanted to argue, but Korekiyo did not want to give him a chance to. He picked up the spoon for the soup and gathered a spoonful of it before carefully bringing it to Shuichi’s lips.

Shuichi reluctantly took it, opening his mouth and eating the spoonful.

“Thank you,” He mumbled.

Korekiyo smiled.

“Anytime. Would you like some more?”

Shuichi offered him a weak smile.

“If that’s not too much of a bother.”

So, that was what Korekiyo did. He sat there next to Shuichi, bringing spoonfuls of soup to his lips and giving him his tea when he needed it. He brought water to Shuichi’s mouth and ensured that he was properly fed and hydrated.

He liked taking care of Shuichi. He liked the feeling of nursing him back to good health, despite the fact he most likely would not achieve that in one day.

Once the food had been finished, Korekiyo set it aside on the bedside table.

“Thank you for doing that for me,” Shuichi thanked him once more, “You didn’t have to.”

“I did it because I wanted to,” Korekiyo assured him, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Shuichi chewed thoughtfully on his lower lip.

“Do you... mind staying with me?” He asked softly.

“Shuichi, are you trying to get me sick?” Korekiyo asked playfully, and when he noticed Shuichi rush to shake his head and explain, he chuckled, “I was only kidding. Of course I can stay with you.”

So, as asked, Korekiyo went to lay down next to Shuichi, wrapping an arm around him. Shuichi was quick to lean into his grasp (not before sneezing on him and frantically apologizing).

When everything was said and done, and the two had settled into bed, it was quiet for a while. The two were able to have comfortable silences— which made their relationship all the more peaceful.

It wasn’t long before Shuichi spoke up, though.

“Korekiyo?” He whispered.

“Yes, dear?”

“Can you tell me about anthropology?” He asked quietly, “Anything’s fine. I... want a distraction.”

Ah. Anthropology. Korekiyo could do that anyday.

“I can do that,” He agreed, clearing his throat, “Well, as you know, anthropology is the study of humanity, their cultures, and how they progress. However, there are many different branches of anthropology...”

Shuichi leaned closer into Korekiyo’s side, pulling the blanket closer onto both of them as Korekiyo’s grip on him tightened, even just a little.

“The most common known ones are physical/biological anthropology, or social anthropology. Though there’s more, for example, linguistic anthropology, many branches and groups overlap. That’s why I don’t like focusing on just one...”

Korekiyo didn’t mean to bore Shuichi, but he knew he had started to ramble. He kept his voice soft and warm to avoid irritating his boyfriend, but he did talk for quite some time. He only stopped when he noticed that Shuichi had not replied to him in a while, nor made a gesture that he was still listening.

He heard his steady breathing and tilted his head.

“Are you awake?” He whispered, and when he got no response, he smiled, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on the top of Shuichi’s head.

“Goodnight, beloved. Feel better. I love you.”

#danganronpa #danganronpa writing #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa killing harmony #korekiyo shinguuji #korekiyo shinguji #shuichi saihara #shinsai #sickfic #tw vomit #vomit tw #cw vomit #vomit cw #danganronpa oneshot

[imagineanime2022]

The League Of Villains W/ Cow Girl S/O

Tomura Shigaraki X Fem!Reader, Dabi X Fem!Reader, Atsuhiro Sako X Fem!Reader, Shuichi Iguchi X Fem!Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: I don’t know if anyone’s done this, but what about the LOV with a quirkless S/O who is a Cowgirl like? She likes to go hunting, She like to go fishing, and she’s really great with doing rope tricks.

Shigaraki Tomura

✋ At first the only reason that he tolerated having you around was cover, however you later showed off your skills and made getting rid of witnesses way easier, his quirk did leave no evidence but sometimes he needed people to know what he had done without being able to track it back to him. ✋ You were a hunter, you loved to go hunting and Shigaraki liked to provide you with hunting material, he also loved to watch you hunt, would often place bets when the group got bigger, on the fact that you’d always bring back a dead body. ✋ You would take him fishing sometimes, he never really fished, he’d bring a console and play while you fished but you guys still talked the whole time mostly about what he was playing. ✋ You grew up on a farm which is no surprise when the league needed somewhere off the books to stay. You could provide it for them.

“You're sure that they won’t know that we are here?” Shigaraki asked. “Why would they look here?” You asked “I’m supposed to be a quirkless girl who lives alone on her farm, they might warn me that you are running around but that's all they're going to do.” “How can you be so sure?” Shigaraki asked. “They don’t see quirkless people as anything other than victims.” You explained. “Mmm.” Shigaraki hummed as you smiled, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.

The next morning you were right, there were a couple of pro heroes that came poking around, you were out on the farm when they called out to you, you glanced up at the house, you could see the outline of Shigaraki but only because you knew where you were looking “can I help you guys?” You asked pulling your horse to a stop on your side of the fence. “We just wanted to make sure that everything was okay out here, we heard that the League of Villains had been lurking around here, have you seen anyone out here?” One of them asked. “Villains? Out here? Not usually.” You answered “they don’t usually come out this far, nothing here for ‘em.” “You don’t think they’d be interested in the land?” He asked. “Where’s business for them, organizations that need space like this need business too, last I checked you guys shut the The Hassaikai, I can’t think of anyone else looking for that kind of space with the connections to pull it off.” You leaned forward on the saddle, hands wrapped in the reins and rested on the saddle horn. “Unless you're worried that the league of villains could pull that off.” “Well-” “You think they’re actually out here!?” You asked, faking a terrified look as you looked around the paddock. “Are you alone here?” One of them asked. “It’s the only thing that I have left of my family.” You answered. “Don’t worry there will be heroes stationed near the farm, if anything happens then you’ll be able to find one of us.” He promised. “Thank you.” You breathed as they nodded and continued on their way, you watched them go pretending that you had gotten back to work, when you were sure that they were gone you made your way back into the house where Shigaraki was waiting in the kitchen. “I told you, they see a quirkless girl and assume she needs protection, they won’t look for you here but if you intend to leave you need to be careful they’ll have low level heroes all over the place.” You informed him. “Right.” He mumbled. “Do you intend to help me around here?” You asked. “The others can help.” He waved you off and you smirked. “And what will you do?” You asked. “Watch like I always do.” He answered leaning back in his chair as you pressed a kiss to his shaggy blue hair.

Dabi

🔥 No one expected him to have a quirkless girlfriend but actually you fit him perfectly personality wise. 🔥 You never backed down from a fight and you learned to defend yourself in your own way, you had accidentally bumped into Dabi one night when you were in the middle of defending yourself, he burned the men that were causing a problem but you refused to let him walk away and eventually he talked to you. 🔥 Dabi had a tendency to walk away from you so you had a tendency to catch him with whatever ropey object that you had that would do the job and pull him back to you so you can finish making your very stupid point, you had to invest in a fireproof one after the first encounter. 🔥 Always flicks the brim of your hat whenever you wore it, he thought it was hilarious with your nose scrunched up and your eyelids flickering for a second a quick way for him to win an argument.

You had been arguing about your favourite snacks in the seconds before he had stood to leave, you weren’t done arguing your point though as you grabbed the lasso that you had decided to keep in the living room for these very common argument, you waited for him to lift his hand to wave you off before flicking the rope out to land comfortably around his wrist, he raised an eyebrow at you “Are you serious?” He asked. “I don’t like it when you walk away from me.” You mumbled with a soft pout “plus (Y/F/S) is still the best out there.” “Oh yeah?” He asked as he allowed you to pulling a couple of steps forward, he smirked when you attempted to stand up pulling you towards him when you were only on one foot. “Woah, why?” You asked, he smirked as fixed the hat on your head and flicked the brim. “I hate it when you do that.” “But you look so cute.” He smirked, leaning down “when do you ever make a cuter face?” “I hate you when you're like this.” You mumbled taking the hat off and throwing it back on the sofa “you're trying to distract me.” “Am I?” He asked. “From what?” “From the argument.” You answered. “It’s hardly an argument when you are wrong.” He teased, leaning closer, you narrowed your eyes. “I’m not-” “Shh.” He hushed you. “Not worth it, this is way more fun.” He pressed a kiss to your lips unlooping his wrist from your trap before pressing his palm to the back of your head keeping you close as he successfully pulled your mind from argument to something he’d much rather be doing.

Atsuhiro Sako/ Mr Compress

🔮 Atsuhiro still doesn’t really know why you started talking to him but it helped with his act to have someone who was quirkless and very skilled, your fashion kept people enamoured, his tricks stayed hidden and you both had a good time. 🔮 I think that Atsuhiro would likely enjoy the quieter times as well when you're out fishing and stuff. 🔮 He’s not one for manual labour but he’ll watch you do your thing for hours unless it involves him getting too close to the animals. 🔮 If anyone stumbled across you while you were together you’d look unbelievably domestic, so much so that you had fooled a few heroes, when he opens the door in an apron in them idle of cooking breakfast while you are still on the farm.

You had been out on with the chickens you were collecting eggs, when you saw two people walking up to your house, you recognised one of them as Dabi, he would have been hard to miss even though you hadn’t met him and you guessed that the girl was Toga given that she was the only girl that was in the League. “Hey can I help you guys!?” You called. “Woah, you look cool!” Toga gushed “can we be friends!?” “That heavily depends on your moral alignment.” You smirked as you looked at Dabi. “So can I help you with something?” “We’re looking for Compress. He said that he would be here.” Dabi answered. “Mmm.” You hummed as you vaulted the fence with ease dusting your hands off, Dabi’s eyes moved to the lasso on your hip and you smirked. “Don’t worry I’m not going to hurt you, doubt I could Dabi.” “You know me?” He asked. “Seen a few things on the news and Hiro talks about you a lot. You have destructive tendencies, it makes for a good story.” You shrugged as you gestured for them to follow you “thanks for looking after him by the way.” “It’d be more trouble if he died on us or got caught.” Dabi answered disinterestedly. When you opened the door for them, you could smell Atsuhiro’s cooking. “Hiro! You have visitors!” You called, there was shuffling as you pointed them to the dining room to take a seat, Atsuhiro came out of the kitchen. “Visitors?” He asked half expecting you to have brought in your favourite chicken to see him squirm a little bit, you pointed to the dining room where Toga waved excitedly at him. “Looks like I’ll be leaving again.” “Yeah but you’ll be back before you know it.” You winked and he chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Compress, you know that the boss man is impatient, hurry up!” Dabi grumbles. “I’m in the middle of something!” Compress called back not separating from you and you giggled. “You should go, I can handle the rest of the breakfast.” You promised, pushing him towards the stairs as you both separated, neither realising the way that Dabi rolled his eyes and Toga gushed. “Do you think I could find someone like that?” Toga asked. “Of course!” You called out at the same time that Dabi said: “Not a chance.”

Shuichi Iguchi/ Spinner

🦎 You and Shuichi met by accident, you had been trying to prove to your brothers and sisters that you could do just as well as they could even without a quirk and he was running from all of the people that were teasing him, it resulted in you both meeting in the middle. 🦎 You were each other's biggest fan, you were fiery, you had learned to be over the years so Shuichi was usually the one that calmed you down, he just really doesn’t want to see you hurt. 🦎 That being said you were good with weapons, you had a capture weapon modelled after a Lasso and a gun on your hip that you definitely knew how to use. 🦎 When Spinner first arrived he had said that he wouldn’t join unless there was a place for you, Shigaraki had no intention of honouring that until he saw what you could do.

You walked in behind Spinner as you looked around the room, there were a large number of people in the room “so you're the quirkless idiot that wants in?” A gruff voice spoke, you looked over in the direction that it had come from “how the hell are you going to help Mind you I wouldn’t mind having a cute little thing to come back too.” “Do you shut up?” You asked. “Well you still wanna be here, are you scared little girl?” He asked. “Who are you?” You asked. “Names Muscular.” He answered. “Stupid.” You muttered, he growled as he lunged forward, Spinner had his hand on his sword but you moved him faster than him, your lasso securing around the bigger man feet causing him to fall to the floor, you wrapped the rest of the rope around his arms before he could get his bearings and pulled the gun out pointing it at his head. “You're about as intimidating as the bulls back on the farm.” You mumbled. “Alright that’s enough.” Shigaraki said as you looked at him. “You can stay, stay useful and you stay alive.” “Yes sir.” You said as you released the capture weapon Spinner pulled you towards him and away from the angry villain. “Must you always cause a scene?” He asked. “I’ll stop when people stop insisting I’m useless because I don’t have a quirk.” You answered. “Mmm.” He hums. “You hurt?” “Nah, not even a little bit, can’t say the same for Mr Muscle's ego though.” You winked at the man who had now moved across the room and he glared at you as Spinner pinched you a warning not to push too hard.

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[sepulchritude]

Don’t know why I ever bother having thoughts like “what if I lose interest in writing this fic” when I only have to think about my plans for it for approximately 0.2 seconds before I succumb fully to the brainworms

#i sit still for one minute and am immediately like #here are three ways to make that future emotional scene hit harder. reasons why this side ship works (alphabetical order) #written thesis about the theme of Otheredness throughout the fic (with citations). what if kaito is taking a queer theory class #i wrote this post and saved it to my drafts like a month and a half ago #since then i have published a 10k word oneshot about the side throuple #and kaito has used his newfound knowledge of intro queer theory to spark three (3) separate identity crises #four if you count shuichi as having two crises at once #all according to keikaku #sepulchritudinous

[baxndaid]

Shuichi, kaede, and kokichi with a s/o screams/shouts like a monster like yuna from passcode

Watch this https://youtu.be/DqwOfS4A-JM

characters ; SHUICHI, KAEDE, KOKICHI prompt ; all 3 with a s/o who screams like a heavy-metal singer

SHUICHI and KAEDE would probably be the only concerned ones, like, they would rush to you and ask you if you are okay, and find you screaming at the top of your lungs, practicing singing. now, they would be surprised that somebody like you could even think about producing those types of sounds, but they would be supportive none the less. KOKICHI, however, would start scheming the minute he learns of your little talent. whether it was making you scream at night next to GONTA'S dorm, or scaring MIU with the loud noise and as a result, ruining her project. basically, he loves using you as a tool to piss everybody off <3

NAVIGATION ♡

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[akechi-gf]

Saiki hates how overwhelming some things can be- how even in the silence of their own home, they can hear the vivid hustle and bustle of the farmers market by the edge of town. They hate spicy foods, tangy and peppery and fragrant in the wrong ways, unusual heat spreading from their tongue to their throat to their nose and eyes. They hate walking through malls, especially the more cosmetic-focused areas of department stores, because of how pungent and all-consuming the different scents of cheap perfume come together in an ungodly amalgamation of fruits and oceans and candies. 

One thing they appreciate though, is how all of these become unimportant the moment they’re alone with Kaidou. Don’t get them wrong- being with Shun is overwhelming in its own way, but not the type of overwhelming that would send Saiki to the middle of butt-fuck nowhere Korea, no. Rather, the type of overwhelming that has Saiki’s defences melting away. It’s a subtle power that the blue-haired boy holds over him, not as threatening as his Dark Reunion-induced delusions, but just as earth-shattering. 

It’s earth-shattering in the way that Shun, ever-so-often, would peek over at Saiki from his spot a mere foot or so away from them, pretending like he was paying attention to the week-old manga panels that Aren sent over. Illegal in the way that he would climb up onto Saiki’s motorcycle, gripping onto their waist with an eager and jealous expression, because after all this time he himself still hadn’t gotten a licence for one yet. Overwhelming in the way that late in the night when Saiki knew he was supposed to be asleep, Kaidou would text them- ‘Saiki, want to sneak out with me tonight?’ because somehow he knew that he would never get caught by his mom when it was Saiki he was sneaking out with to aimlessly walk the vacated streets of the S Prefecture. 

Shun was overwhelming, because when Kusuo had grown to be extremely cautious of the entire world’s eyes landing on them, all Shun had to do was offer his silk-flower smile, and it would just be the two of them- even if they were in the midst of a crowd at a festival, or in the company of their friends at a questionable ramen shop. When Shun held their hand, it felt as though it was only ever (and only ever will be) the two of them, floating in an untouchable bubble, away from everyone else, and alone together. 

And to Saiki, well, that was all they had ever dreamed of. 

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[frickingnerd]

having your first fight with spinner

pairing: spinner x gn!reader

tags: established relationship, angst with a happy ending

the first fight you have with spinner absolutely breaks him!

as soon as you storm out of his apartment, he breaks down crying, thinking he had ruined things between you two for good.

spinner had never seen you so angry and he had never lashed out like this in front of you before

he couldn't help but worry you'd finally start seeing him for the villain that he was and fall out of love with him.

spinner doesn't call you for the next few days, instead worrying about how he could even approach you again

he's trying to get his mind off you, yet he can't even enjoy things like playing video games anymore

spinner is always thinking about you, until he eventually gives in and shows up in front of you door

he's so awkward while he apologizes, trying to find the right words

he had gotten here before he could think of something to say, just apologizing to you again and again. promising that he'll never yell at you again. that he'll treat you right from now on!

you end up accepting his apology, even apologizing yourself for running off mid-argument

you were just as worried as spinner that you had ruined things between the two of you, but luckily that wasn't the case!

this wouldn't stay the last argument between the two of you, but the longer you dated spinner, the better the two of you got at expressing your feelings and talking about your problems with each other!

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