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Until further notice, everything I’m working on will be put on hold. I’m at a block for writing, and I have a lot of school stuff to do. If I’m being honest here, I’ll probably be back by next week, but if I’m not than that’s a drag. I apologize for this, but my grades matter more to me than my social media. Please have a lovely evening, and don’t forget to drink water

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Afterwards (Part 1)

Woah, there are more of you now. I think you should all know that whenever I get a follower notification, I’ll immediately go and stalk your page. My two favorites by far are dolphin with glasses and buff Ball Monokuma. You know who you are.

Spoilers for some of the deaths for v2 and v3 and also maybe a trigger warning in case anyone was sensitive to blood or any of the deaths that did occur. Also, friendly reminder that requests are open!

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You woke up, gasping for breath. Head swiveling around as you searched for the clock in your room, your eyes finally landed on your bookshelf. There it was. It had moved again. You closed your eyes, taking in a shaky breath. The hands had stopped moving as soon as you went to bed that night. Great. You sat up, trembling limbs pushing your body up. You wiped the sweat off your face and... had you been crying?

You sighed and made your way over to the door. Pressing your ear up against it, you listened for noise. Anything. Silence. You opened your door, slipping through and into the dark hallway. Mirrors lined the dark walls. You kept your head down. Never trust the hallway mirrors. As you made your way down the long passageway, you heard the faint sound of a piano playing in the otherwise silent house. Was this even a house? You didn’t know.

You reached the end of the hallway and looked up at the painting on the wall. ‘Izuru Kamukura’. The founder of Hope’s Peak Academy. What was something like this doing here? It wasn’t here the day before. You turned to you’re right and opened the door that led a flight of stairs, allowing you to access what you assumed was the first floor of the building. You descended, making a conscious effort to not look up. Never look up.

You reached the bottom, pushing open another door to enter a hallway that seemed much longer than the one before. The walls were bright, almost too bright to be real. You guessed they weren’t. They were pink, a strawberry pattern that made you feel like you were going mad if you looked at it for too long flowed through the hallway. The movement also made you feel sick.

You walked slowly through the halls, as the rules said you should. You didn’t want to break the rules. You stopped at the fifth door. The piano music was much louder here. You entered the room, quietly shutting the door behind you. It was the music room, elegantly decorated, and very big. A fire was lit in the fireplace, casting a warm light and making the normally dark and almost sad room seen cozy.

You looked over to the far corner of the room, where the piano was. There sat Kaede, a blood red rose in her hair, playing slowly. You didn’t recognize the song, but you didn’t have a chance to ask when she looked up at you and beckoned you over. You cringed at the bruising around her neck, but choose to ignore the feeling of your stomache churning. “Hey, Kaede,” you cleared your throat, “do you have the time?”

She smiled, looking over at the clock that was attatched to the old piano she was sitting at. Her smile faltered a little and she shook her head apologetically, “No, I’m sorry. My clock stopped again. Maybe there’s a new arrival?” You felt bile rise at hearing those words and you took in a few deep breaths before shaking your head, “I hope not.”

She gave you a sympathetic look before going back to playing the piano. You sighed, walking through the door opposite of the one you entered through. You passed from room to room, navigating through what parts of the house you’ve already explored. A couple days after your arrival, you decided to stop entering new rooms.

You’re pretty sure you haven’t met everyone here yet, and honestly, you didn’t want to after seeing the people you had met. You’re pretty sure most of them didn’t remember what had happened before they came. You sure didn’t. You entered a sunroom, startling the person standing inside. Nagito turned quickly, and you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out.

The hole in his stomache and stab wounds in his legs were one thing, but the look of absolute pain in his eyes that were shadowed over by joy at seeing you made you want to leave and never come back. “(Y/n)!,” he started, voice raspy. You didn’t want th think about what he had gone through before. “How kind of you to come visit a useless piece of trash like me.”

You struggled to breathe, clenching your eyes shut before looking back at him again, “Do you have the time?” He looked perplexed for a moment before realizing what you were asking. He pulled out a pocket watch, staring at it for a long moment before frowning, “I’m sorry, my clock stopped. How useless. I can’t even give you something as simple as the time.”

He hugged himself, a distant look washing over his face, and you quietly excused yourself, entering the garden through the side door of the sunroom. It was strikingly beautiful for being in a place like this, but also dark and sad.

The sky didn’t help much. It was almost always dark and gloomy, and the feeling it gave off made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Under different circumstances, you would have spend hours at a time here writing poetry, but not here. Never in this place.

You searched the garden for someone. Any one. No, not anyone. Preferably someone that will ease your nerves. You spotted a familiar mess of green hair, sticky pink staining the side of their head. You made your way over, tapping them on the shoulder.

Rantaro turned, looking at you. He smiled and waved, “Something I can do for you?” His carefree smile made your insides calm, and you almost smiled back at him. Almost. You looked to his hands. Had he been gardening? Well, it’s not like there’s anything else to do in this place.

You nodded, “Do you have the time?” You laced your fingers together, biting your cheek as you tried to avoid looking at his head. He checked his watch, shaking his head as he showed you the time the hands had stopped on.

“Sorry, it looks like the time stopped again.” Tears pricked at your eyes and you averted your eyes. That confirms it then. The rules are stated very clearly in the main hall, and seeing a fourth clock stopped could only mean one thing.

There was a new arrival.

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Affectionate (Miu Iruma)

I have exactly three followers, and I love the three of them. Also, hey, not Shuichi content. Woo!

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I was sitting in my room, my head resting on my desk when I heard a knock at my door. I groggily lifted my head and pushed myself up from the chair I had previously been sitting in. I made my way over and grabbed the door handle, it’s cool metal sending a chill down my spine, and I stopped for a moment. Was someone here to kill me? I brush the thought aside and pulled open the door.

Standing in front of me was Miu Iruma, arms crossed, and a mildly annoyed expression on her face. Her gaze locked onto mine, her sharp eyes making me take a few steps back. She huffed and stepped into my room, slamming the door shut behind her. It all happened so fast after that. She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me forward, pressing her lips and body up against mine.

Her lips were soft, cherry flavored, and my fingers tangled themselves in her long hair. She moved against me, guiding me backwards, and roughly shoved me up against one of the walls of my room. I gasped, my eyes fluttering momentarily, and she purred in delight. I whiled into her lips, tugging on her hair to pull her closer. Her hands slowly traveled down my body, fingers lightly tracing my figure, stopping to rest on my hips and immobilize me.

My, isn’t she being affectionate? She pulled back and sighed, leaning in to give me a quick peck on the lips again before resting her forehead against mine. Her eyes flicked from mine down to my lips, and her thumbs traced slow, gentle circles over my skin while she held me. I hummed. This wasn’t like her. I sighed, “What’s wrong?” She scoffed, digging her nails into the skin of my hips. She pulled back, still holding me in place against the wall.

She stared at me for another moment before rolling her eyes and quickly replying, “You’re a real asshole, you know that, you skank?” I blinked at her and she continued, “Bed. Now. I’ve had a shitty day, and I want cuddles.” She yanked me forward, and I fell onto my bed in surprise before bursting out into a fit of giggles.

She climbed onto the bed, sending me a glare before pulling me into her arms and flopping down onto the mattress. I kissed her cheek, my giggles subsiding, “What’s this? No sexual comments? You want cuddles? Who are you, and what have you done with my girlfriend?” She rolled her eyes, letting out an aggrivated groan, “Cut your bullshit.” I smiled fondly at her, “I’m only teasing, love.” She nuzzled her face into my hair and sighed, “You’re really fucking lucky I love you.” I wrapped my arms around her, giving her a quick squeeze before responding, “I know.”

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Quiet Words (Shuichi Saihara)

Some may ask, do I ever stop writing about him? Well the answer is no-

I have literally written nothing else because I’m a huge Shuichi simp, so please take this. I’ll probably manage to make some content for a different character tomorrow. Maybe-

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Shuichi paced around his room, thinking, wondering, worrying. Who would be the next to die? Would it be.. no. He couldn’t think like that. He’ll figure out a way to end this killing game before that ever happens. He stopped mid-step when he heard a knock on his door. He stared at his door for a moment. Who was there? He briefly considered ignoring it before he heard a familiar voice quietly calling his name from the other side.

He opened it, welcoming you in as soon as he saw you. His hand found its way to your back as you leaned on him after stepping in. He closed the door, making the conscious decision to lock it. You can never be too careful. He led you to his bed, having you sit down as you let out a yawn. “Trouble sleeping?” You nodded, looking up at him. You grabbed onto his sleeve, pulling him over to sit next to you.

You leaned into him, humming for a moment before swinging a leg over and straddling him, taking him off guard. You stared at him intently, nails digging into his shoulders as you made your request, “Please don’t die Shuichi”. His body became stiff and he blinked at you, his face tinting pink at the position you were in before he placed his hands on your waist and rest his forehead against yours.

He sighed, peering at you through his eyelashes, “I’m not going anywhere”. He brought his hands up to hold onto your arms and you leaned in to place a light kiss on his soft, slightly-chapped lips. He sighed again as you pulled away, smiling softly at you. You kissed him again, for longer this time, and ran your tongue over his bottom lip. He moaned quietly into your lips, and you pulled back to examine him.

He was panting softly, face flushed, as he brought a hand up to tangle his fingers into your hair, his grip on your upper arm tightening. He tugged you forward gently, and you cupped his cheeks with your hands, rubbing your thumbs over his skin. The hand that was gripping your arm traveled down to your waist, and his arm snaked around you, gently pulling you closer. You pressed another quick kiss to his lips before placing slow, drawn out kisses along his jaw.

A shudder ran down his spine and he let out a gasp. He squeezed you closer and the fingers in your hair tightened slightly, lightly tugging on the strands. You placed one last kiss upon his jaw and leaned back to examine his face, one hand resting on his shoulder, while the other still cupped one of his cheeks. He gazed at you through half-lidded eyes, filled with complete and utter love and adoration.

You suddenly felt shy under his gaze, turning your head to smile into your shoulder. He took the opportunity to lean forward and press a kiss against your own jaw, lips lingering on your skin for only a second after he finished, his eyelashes tickling your skin. You let out a quiet laugh, turning to press a kiss to his cheek. You nestled into him and he wrapped his other arm around you, holding you close. Quiet words of affection were exchanged and you sat together until you fell asleep.

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Affections (Shuichi Saihara)

Shuichi Saihara x Reader in the love hotel. Reader has no specified gender. Also, fair warning, this is bad and I was bored. Have fun

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Shuichi took in a deep breath before stepping into the room. Honestly, he could have gone withought coming back here after the first few times, but his curiosity got the better of him and he found his way back to the torture room. The Love suite. His eyes scanned the room, stopping on the figure standing by the bed. (H/c) hair framing their face, and a tired look in their (e/c) eyes. He swore he stopped breathing for a moment.

He closed the door, the click making the other person turn their head to look at him. Their eyes met and they stared at eachother for what felt like hours before someone finally spoke. “Shuichi...” He jumped slightly at the break in silence, readying himself for what they had to say next. (Y/n) fidgeted with their hands, eyes cast downward before looking up at him again through their eyelashes. They sighed and held open their arms, looking off to the side while a light blush spread across their features.

Shuichi blinked, stalling for a moment before taking a couple slow steps across the room. He hesitated again before pulling (Y/n) into a gentle embrace, resting his head on top of theirs, and he felt their arms wrap around him as well. (Y/n) quietly sighed before speaking, “I want to feel loved Shuichi... or maybe even be loved by the person that I love.” Their grip tightened before they pulled back to look at Shuichi.

“Hey, um...” they trailed off, looking off to the side again before continuing, “Do you think I could kiss you?” They brought their finger up to their lips and Shuichi stopped for a moment before a blush bloomed across his face and he attempted stuttering a reply. His grip on them loosened and (Y/n) brought a hand up to hide their face, stepping back and muttering an incoherent jumble of nonsense, finally settling on, “I’m sorry, that overstepped boundaries.”

Shuichi took a step forward, grasping onto (Y/n)’s arm and pulling them towards him. Their lips connected briefly before (Y/n) pulled back in surprise, letting out a yelp as they tripped and fell backwards, onto the bed, taking Shuichi down with them. Silence. (Y/n) blinked up at Shuichi before a smile spread over their face and they burst out into a fit of giggles. He was still blushing and let out a quiet, “What?”

They reached up, cupping his face in their hands, rubbing circles over his cheeks with their thumbs. They stared at his lips before looking back up into his eyes. “Nothing, you’re just... amazing Shuichi.” His mind buzzed and he barely registered the feeling of them pulling him back down before he felt their soft lips on his again. He pulled back for air, running a hand through (Y/n)’s hair. They leaned into his touch and gently rubbed their thumb over his bottom lip, “stay the night?” He moved his head to kiss their hand and nodded down at them, a small smile on his face, “of course.”

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Little Flower (Kokichi Oma)

An everlasting garden filled with repetitive colors. Red, yellows, oranges, but I turn my head and there’s purple. The one color in the damned garden that seems so out of place... and it was beautiful... he was beautiful. A wrench in a carefully crafted machine, an out of tune instrument in a masterful symphony. This little purple flower, with petals so delicate I’m afraid that I may break them if I touch them, is chaos.

He smiles up at me, the world burns around us, and I laugh. Genuine laughter. For the first time since this game started. He takes me to hand in his and leads me to my doom, and I let him. The trembling ground this little flower was planted in is being destroyed by lies. It’s thrilling. It’s human. Human. Human? I open my eyes for the first time in years. I look around, my eyes wide, and I see... people. I look in front of me to see him standing there, smiling. He knows what he’s done. I smile. “thank you little flower.”

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Dreams (Shuichi Saihara)

Dreams. This one is by far my favorite of them all. Yellow orbs reflect the sun, and his soft, blue locks remind me of nightfall. I hugged him once, and found myself melting into his embrace, so relaxed that I almost fell asleep on him in that moment. Somehow, I don’t think he would have minded. Yes. He is by far my favorite dream.

I looked down at him, his head resting in my lap as I ran my fingers through his hair. He had a small smile on his face, and he nestled into me further as my fingers gently raked across his scalp. He sighed and leaned into my touch as I brought my hand down from his hair to cup his cheek. My thumb rubbed gentle circles over his skin and I smiled. I don’t remember how we got here, but this is nice.

Sitting in the shade under a tree in early spring as a breeze blows bye. I let out a quiet laugh and breathed in the spring air as I closed my eyes. This was a nice change. The feeling of a hand being placed over mine made me look down at Shuichi. He was looking up at me with tired eyes and a soft smile that almost made me forget about everything. What a lovely dream.