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Mod Fuyu and I have decided to close our requests for the time being
Weâre already working on about 6 requests rn, you can still send in a request for us but it wonât be worked on for a while
Those of you who have put in request up until this point, those are the requests weâll be working on
On the other hand, we have 2 exciting things incoming for this blog!!
1 is a masterlist and 2 is a surprise series featuring a big helping of Rantaro x reader!!
Unfortunately due to schedules we wonât be able to post much if anything until after the holidays but we will probably continue talking with you all and responding to non-requests
Hey hey!! Mod Peko here! Sorry for how long itâs been since either of us interacted with the blog, truth be told, Iâve actually gotten MFuyu sucked into the deep murky abyss known as Twisted Wonderland and now weâre both in way too deep. But I did have this request for a Makoto fluff sitting for a while and Iâm finally posting it! Makoto is one of my favorite bois and coincidentally one of my kins heehee~
Sorry I couldnât find the actual request, I think Tumblr might have eaten it but whoever did request it, enjoy some fluff!
Category: Fluffy imagine
Specifics: Pregnant afab reader, married life with Makoto âȘ Prompt 19 - âHow are you feeling today?â âȘPrompt 6 - âYou make every day worth living.â
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy so just a tw but other than that, itâs all smooth sailing
The sun shone through the glass windows, filtering through the room and onto the large plush bed you shared with your husband, Makoto Naegi.
You groaned when the sun hit your face and snuggled deeper into the mattress under your thick covers.
Five more minutesâŠ
You patted the space next to you, searching for a familiar presence. Oddly enough, he wasnât there. You steadily opened your eyes and sat up in bed, yawning and stretching out your tired muscles. Thatâs weird...usually Makoto would always wake up last, and even then he was reluctant to leave the warmth of your bed, clinging onto you and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. And yet his side was empty.
Your ears perked up at the sound of something cooking on the stove, the unmistakable light humming of your husbandâs voice.
After a few minutes, Makoto entered the room, carefully balancing a tray laden with the heavenly aroma of freshly cooked eggs and greasy bacon with a sweet smelling flower placed in a tiny glass vase to complete the look.
His eyes widened upon seeing you awake and staring at him with surprise written all over your face.
âShoot, youâre awake already?! Ah, and here I was hoping to surprise youâŠâ
He sighed, yet beamed and held out the breakfast tray, âSurprise! Happy anniversary!â
You laughed as you watched him make his way over to the bed, âYou had me scared there for a minute. You really didnât have to do this, Makoto.â
âAre you kidding?! How often do you get to celebrate a one year anniversary with your amazing spouse?â He gently set the tray in front of you, minding the bulge of your stomach.
âIt looks amazing, Makoto. Smells great too!â
âAw, thanks! Simple stuff like this is nothing, I wish I could cook something a little more fancier for the occasion-â
âThis is perfect, hon. Thank you.â
âO-of course!â
You giggled again and Makoto observed you, pure adoration in his eyes. Tenderly, he placed his hand on the swell of your belly.
âHow are you feeling today?â
âBetter than yesterday. The babyâs a feisty little guy, thatâs for sure. Looks like they take after their dad.â
He chuckled, âYou really think so?â
You nodded encouragingly. Makoto smiled at you once again.
âYou make every day worth living.â
You felt your face grow unbearably warm, and Makoto laughed at your attempts to hide your embarrassment, âWow, cheesy much??â
âMaybe...but I mean every word of it, you know. From the bottom of my heart.â
He had changed so much from that scared teenager in high school, always being a little more positive than most people even in the worst of nightmares.
We were talking on video chat and when I said we have 93 followers, she just went đ€Żđ€Żđ€Ż for a full 10 minutes
Also, weâre writing the Rantaro x Reader outline and she said âWeâre joking about âAvocado Cowboyâ and Y/n being his âpardnerâ while all the characters in the story are having mental breakdowns and rocking back n forth in the cornerâ đ
hello again, mod fuyu !! and a nice to meet you to mod peko, sorry to be so late with my welcome !! could i rq a oneshot where the (GN!)reader breaks up with rantaro because they're afraid that he will leave them first and they don't want to get hurt again ? preferably ending with taro comforting them ? (loosely based off 31 - "You haven't lost me.", 34 - "Please don't do this.", and 40 - "I wasn't lying when I said that I loved you." from the fluff/angst prompt list) tysm in advance !! <3
Rantaro x GN!reader
who breaks up with him so he doesnât leave them first
Hi!!! Itâs so nice to meet you and thank you for the warm welcome!
Iâm more than happy to fill out this request, enjoy!! Thereâs two endings because I didnât really know whether to go for angsty or fluff, so have both!!
Category: Fluff/Angst imagine
Specifics: GN!reader, reader has no Ultimate but is called the Ultimate Heartbreaker âą Prompt 31 - âYou havenât lost me.â âą Prompt 34 - âPlease donât do this.â âą Prompt 40 - âI wasnât lying when you said I loved you.â
Warnings: Just..... sad :(
The Ultimate Heartbreaker.
Despite having no real talent to call your own, thatâs what you had been jokingly referred to as by friends, family, even strangers you had never met in person.
Not always in a friendly way.
They said you left scores of broken hearts in your wake, that you toyed with innocent people and simply dumped them when you got bored with your playthings.
It seemed the whole world saw you as nothing more than a stone cold heartless sadist.
Any person who fell for you was destined to also fall into despair.
But that was fine.
It was fine, ideal for you. Let everyone think that way about you.
You were fine with putting up walls, fine with sealing your heart away deep inside your chest for no one to ever touch it again. Fine with entering superficial relationships to fulfill the basic human need for companionship.
Not after them.
Love made you weak. Love left you vulnerable. Love broke you.
They broke you.
You gave them your heart. They threw it to the ground and shattered it into millions of pieces, then disappeared without a trace.
It felt like the end of everything.
But you slowly picked up the shards and put your heart back together, swearing youâd never let yourself be hurt like that ever again.
And then you had been caught up in a killing game of all things.
The universe really had it out for you, huh?
But in a way, the killing game was one of the best things that could have happened to you, as unbelievable as that sounded.
Because you met him.
Rantaro Amami, one of the Ultimates trapped in the game just like you. He couldnât remember his Ultimate talent, but didnât let that damper his spirits. An enigma, the only person who had an inkling of what was really going on behind the scenes.
He wasnât a bad guy, he promised everyone. Rantaro was one of the only ones to not show much worry or shock about the situation. He supported Kaedeâs beliefs and believed cooperation was key, yet claimed that he would end this Killing Game himself.
Was that what made you develop feelings for the green haired man?
Or was it his gentle manners, his good looks, or how sweetly he painted your nails along with Kaede? Could it be all that and more?
You werenât sure anymore. Even in your bleak imprisonment, Rantaro was your light, your saving grace. He promised you that once he ended the killing game, you and him would be able to go back into the world and you wouldnât be confined in the academy walls. You believed him. It was a casual relationship between the two of you, acknowledging the schoolgirl crush you had on him and Rantaro brushing off your âUltimate titleâ.
Your relationship with Rantaro motivated you to have faith that youâd make it out of this nightmare. No one would have to die and youâd all escape together. You were happy with him.
But then in the greenhouse, he pulled you close with a blush coating his cheeks.
Then he told you he was head over heels in love with you.
And in that moment...you told him you loved him too.
He beamed, his smile nearly blinding you as he hugged you tight, whispering in your ear how he was so happy, that no matter what happened heâd keep you safe.
You listened but his words didnât fully reach your ear. Fear creeped in. You tried to ignore it, to soak in this precious moment, but you couldnât.
Just when you thought you had your feelings under control, they had burst forward, so fast they had slipped from your iron hold and rushed towards the man who had set them free.
It was gratifying. It was dangerous.
âââââ
âI think we should break up.â
You had called Rantaro to the greenhouse after everyone separated from the dining room. You told him that you two needed to talk. Ironic that this was the very spot you two had professed your love and would now be the place you dashed that love.
âIs everything ok? Did something happen?â he had asked, a concerned frown on his face as he gently took your hand in his.
Always so considerate. Always so caring. Thatâs what made it so hard seeing the crestfallen expression on his face.
âWh...what? Break up? Is...is this a joke, Y/N?â
You didnât answer, you retracted your hand from his and looked to the ground.
âItâs not⊠I think we should break up, Rantaro.â
âCan I at least know why you think that?â
You could feel the tears rushing to your eyes. Donât cry. For fuckâs sake, donât cry-
â...Why do you think? It was fun while it lasted, but I'm bored now. Besides, I might not even last that long before someone decides they have it out for me. Itâs a killing game, remember? Why would I want to be tied down to someone who doesnât even remember their own talent? Youâre useless in the long run.â
The bile rose in your throat. These words felt so wrong coming from your mouth, but they wouldnât stop. You had to stay strong, had to lie to not break down in front of him. You kept up the cruel smirk on your lips and tried your best to
âWhat more do you expect from someone like me-â
âStop. This isnât you. Stop lying to me, Y/N. Youâre not that kind of person.â
â...â You gave a breathy chuckle, âYou always could see right through me, huh?â
âWhy are you really doing this? I need you to be honest with me.â
âBecause...because this has all happened to me before. I told someone I loved them, gave them my heart and you know what they did? Threw it into the fucking trash. They left and you will too. Or worse, youâll stab me in the back and leave me out to bleed. Literally.â
âY/N, I would never do that to-â
âAnd how do I know that?! Itâs a killing game for fuckâs sake, Rantaro. No one should be trusted, not even you or me.â
âThat isnât true,â A dead serious look on his face as he stepped closer to you. âYouâre just saying that because youâre trying to find a reason to make this easier.â
âOf course I am!! I donât want to love you, but I do!! I love you so fucking much, that I canât stand the thought of you leaving!!â
âThen why-â
âBecause I canât go through that pain again. I wonât be able to handle it...itâll kill me Rantaro, please. I canât lose someone again-â
âYou havenât lost me,â He tried to embrace you but you stepped back, your arms wrapped tightly around your trembling form. He got the message and continued to try and reassure you, âI wasnât lying when I said I loved you, Y/N.â
â...I wasnât either.â
âThen, please...don't do this.â Looking into his eyes, you saw a glimmer of hope in them. âIâll protect you. I wonât leave. Weâll escape together, I promise you. I love you so much. So pleaseâŠâ
Gâąd, you wanted to run into his arms. To hold him close and never let him go. He wouldnât let you go, would he? He wouldnât leave you, would he? Heâd keep his promises.
Didnât you deserve to be happy?
Ending 1
But then their face flashed before your eyes. The same honey coated words they gave you. The same empty promises.
And in that moment...
âIâm sorry...but I just canât.â
âY/N-â
You ran, tears rushing down your face, Rantaroâs desperate cries as he shouted your name over and over until it had faded away in the distance.
They were right about you after all. You really were the Ultimate Heartbreaker. And you had never hated that name more than now.
Ending 2
âOk⊠I believe you.â
You practically tackled him in a bone crushing hug. Yet he reciprocated the same amount of force. Rantaro pressed his lips to the crown of your head, quietly cooing as the tears flowed.
âThank you. I mean every word. Iâm not going anywhere, baby.â
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Iâve only been a part of this blog for a short amount of time but it always cheers me up seeing all the notes on things Iâve written and all the positivity from our followers. I know Mod Fuyu feels the exact same way and Iâm so happy I decided to join them <3
Helloo, can you make some scenarios or imagines where some characters (up to you) find about their S/O having fear of loud noises? Ii would mean the world for me, thanks for everything <3
Hajime, Gundham, Chiaki x Reader
who is scared of loud noises
Hi!!! Mod Fuyu handed this ask over to me and Iâm really happy to answer it!! I really hope my writing suits your taste and youâre satisfied!
For this ask, my mind immediately went to the fireworks scene in SDR2 so enjoy!
Category: Fluff/light angst headcannons and imagines
Specifics: Gender not mentioned, Ultimate not mentioned, takes place in the fireworks scene in SDR2
Warnings: Reader panics over loud noises, fireworks... I think thatâs it
Pops of color burst across the night sky as everyone cheered below. Sparks drifted from the sky and loud applause as well as the traditional oohs and aahs followed right after. You sat on the sand, knuckles clenched tightly around your yukata, so tightly the bone was just about ready to burst from the skin. You flashed a weak smile at anyone who paid attention to you, yet you fixed your eyes to the ground, clenching your jaw tightly. You sorely regret allowing your friends to drag you out for Ibukiâs special surprise. Why, why did it have to be fireworks?! Why couldnât you all have sat in a circle and...spun a bottle around, you didnât know!!
Sighing, you flinched as another one was shot into the sky. Just a little bit more, then you could say you didnât feel good and could head back to your room and shove your face into a pillow, allowing yourself to cool down from all the excitement and loud booms that resonated within your eardrums-
âY/N?â
You knew that voice. You looked up to see them looking at you, concern written on their face.
âAre you ok?â
âââââ
Hajime Hinata
We all know this man has attitude and more anger issues than the other protagonists
Heâs got some walls built up due to not knowing his talent and feeling insecure about it, but you were one of the few people like Chiaki who he found himself relaxing around
You both had recently started dating so he didnât know whole lot about you
When Ibuki had dragged Hajime to the supermarket, he had no clue what she was planning
And he had no idea how you would react
Hajime had been the one who helped Ibuki set up this event, despite not knowing at all what she was scheming when he went to the supermarket with her. He had thought this would be a good couples thing you two could do together! After all, whatâs more romantic than sitting together, hand in hand, under the starry sky watching the fireworks?
Apparently, you didnât feel the same way.
He looked up from where he was crouching down, setting off the explosions, expecting to see you cheering along with the gang with a bright smile on your face. What he didnât expect was to see you practically curled up in a fetal position, clearly not having fun.
âHey Ibuki, can you trade off with me for a little?â
âNo prob, Hajime!!â
He made his way over to you, noticing the way you flinched as the next firework was launched.
âY/N? Are you ok?â
âHa-hajime!! Y-yeah Iâm fine! Nothing to worry about!â
â...You donât look fine. Are you not enjoying this?â
âWhat are you talking about?? Iâm having loads of fu-â
You yelped as another firework was set off, not prepared for the sudden noise.
âY/N, do you...not like fireworks?â
You didnât answer but you didnât have to. Hajime gave you a sympathetic look and took you by the hand, lifting you off your feet.
âHajime? What are you doing?â
âJust trust me on this. Ibuki! Me and Y/N are going for a little walk!â
âWowie! Are Hajime and Y/N going to get up to some naughty business??â
âWh- NO!!!â
You held back a laugh as Hajime shook his head and led you away from the commotion. Side by side, you walked along the shore, the echoes of the celebration fading in the distance.
âHajime?â
Once he felt satisfied you both were far enough, he stopped and knelt onto the ground. He looked to you expectantly and you sat beside him.
âOk...what now?â
âNow, we use these.â
Reaching into the back pocket of his pants, he pulled out a pack of what looked like...sparklers?
âI got these at the supermarket when I was with Ibuki. I didnât actually think anyone would use them, but I thought theyâd be fun you know?â
He handed one to you, with a small smile. âWe can have our own fireworks right here.â
You nearly burst into tears. âAwwwwww, Hajime~~.â
âWh-why are you acting all weird about this?!â
You laughed and gratefully took a sparkler. Using the lighter Hajime brought with him, the two of them lit up the metal sticks and watched the sparks fizzle and glitter in the dark. It was peaceful, quiet. You stole a glance at your boyfriend.
âHajime?â
âYeah, Y/N?â
âThank you. Iâve...never been comfortable with really loud noises and I was about to leave, honestly. I didnât want any of you guys to think less of me, especially you, Hajime. I couldnât ruin everyoneâs fun because of me. But this...this is nice. So thank you.â
âD-donât mention it.â
You turned to see Hajime averting his eyes, face and the tips of his ear practically on fire, as he muttered under his breath, âA-anytime you need to get away...j-just come to me..I mean, couples are supposed to depend on each other right?â
âRight! Thanks again, Hajime.â
The two of you used up nearly all of the sparklers yet you were grateful you had come out that night. Turns out Ibukiâs special surprise was pretty special after all.
âââââ
Gundham Tanaka
Funny how you donât like loud noises, yet your boyfriend has no clue what an inside voice is
It startled you at first, but you quickly grew accustomed to the sound of his voice and you started looking forward to talking to him
One of the things that immediately drew you to him was how much the Dark Devas liked you, therefore you must have had the great power of the dark forces just like him!
You never gave him weird looks and allowed him to talk to you about breeding and the occult
Initially, he was going to stay in his cabin that night, but you insisted on going to Ibukiâs special surprise together so he relented
He cheered and whooped along with the others as the next firework shot into the sky. This was truly spectacular!! The bursts of color across the darkness of the night was a remarkable sight to behold.
Yet he heard the meek whimpers of his beloved as though you had been injured. He looked down to see you were curled in on yourself on the ground beside him, evidently not having a good time like the others.
âY/N? Whatever is the matter?â
âH-huh? Oh, Gundham itâs nothing, Iâm fine rea-â
âOf course not! Have you seen the state you are in? What is bothering you, dark one?â
You didnât answer, but as another firework exploded and cheers rippled through the air, he saw the way you flinched and how white your knuckles were. He recalled the uneasiness you had first displayed when he first met you and how he had to coax you to tell him you were fearful of loud noises.
He immediately took action. What kind of partner would he be if he allowed his beloved to continue to suffer like this?
âBeloved,â Gundham called out to you as you met his heterochromatic eyes. He crouched down beside you and allowed the four Dark Devas to scurry towards you. Grateful for the distraction, you smiled as they practically ran on top of each other, climbing up on your arms, Sun-D placing himself on your shoulder and rubbing against your neck happily. As you played and cooed at the adorable hamsters, Gundham took his scarf and carefully wrapped it around your head, taking great care to secure it around your ears.
Turning to him with a surprised look, he leans close to your face for you to hear him clearly.
âI apologize that this is the best I can do for you currently. I wish...I wish for you to be able to enjoy the earthly festivities as well, Y/N. The fireworks are quite beautiful to behold. Allow the Dark Devas to keep you company...and I as well.â
You blinked, speechless, but smiled and quietly leaned forward to give him a light peck on the cheek.
Without his scarf, Gundham couldnât effectively hide the blush enveloping his face.
âThank you, Gundham. Really.â
âDo not mention it!! It is merely a sworn duty of someone of my caliber to care for my partner!!â
You laughed and snuggled into his side, eyes drifting to the sky. He cautiously put an arm around you and squeezed your shoulder in a reassuring manner as the two of you watched the fireworks inside your own little bubble.
Gundham was right. They really were quite beautiful.
âââââ
Chiaki Nanami
Sweet and sleepy, she keeps to herself a lot and really only talks when she has something to say
The two of you most likely hit it off talking about video games
You always answered her questions about the world with great patience and zero judgement, and sheâs probably fallen asleep on you more than once leading to you two cuddling whether in your respective cabins or the hotel lounge she frequents often
She considered you trustworthy like Hajime
Yâall were practically inseparable, someone has asked you more than once if you two were dating before you had even started
The two of you were curious about what Ibuki was planning so you went together
Chiaki stared wide eyed at the sky, in awe of the pops of color sparkling in the dark. Sheâd never seen anything like it beforeâŠ
Oddly enough however, you didnât seem to be enjoying the fireworks like everyone else was. You looked uncomfortable and she took in the way your body slightly jumped as the fireworks exploded one by one.
âY/N?â
You looked up to see Chiaki face level with you, her bubble gum pink yukata loosely wrapped around her frame. She tilted her head as her eyes scanned your face.
âJ-just a little, but Iâll be ok, promise! Just enjoy this, ok?â
She didnât respond, her brows knitting together on her forehead. She seemed to be in thought, but then rising to her feet and holding a hand towards you.
âLetâs get away a little ok?â
âBut Chiaki-â
âCome on,â she gave you that beautiful smile, the smile that you had fallen hard for. How could you say no?
â...ok, letâs go.â
The two of you quietly left the others, letting the sound of the waves breaking on the sand and the fading pops of the explosives fill the silence between you.
Once Chiaki was satisfied with the distance, she sat down on the shore, feet brushing against the damp sand the waves had touched. She patted the spot next to her and you flopped down beside your girlfriend. She pulled out a gaming console, the one Chiaki constantly carried on her person.
âHere. You can play this if you want.â
âBut...wonât I ruin your score?â
âIâve already beaten the game twice.â
âOf course you didâŠâ You sighed and shook your head good humoredly, while you watched the screen light up and the soft background music began to play. Your girlfriend nestled her head on your shoulder, her body resting against yours as her eyes drifted shut.
â...Chiaki? Are you sure this is ok? You can go back if you want to, youâre missing the fireworks-â
âIâd rather be with you than some explosives, Y/N. I really care about you...thereâs nowhere Iâd rather be right now than here.â
You could have cried. How did a girl like her end up with you? Despite the bleakness of your situation on the island, you counted your lucky stars that you were able to meet Chiaki.
Request from a friend, they asked to remain anonymous :)
I might make a part 2 but I have so many ideas for part 2âs
Category: Angstish(?) fluff imagine
Specifics (we got a lot here): GN!reader, itâs the readerâs love hotel scene, reader is Ultimate Actor, reader shows themself as having a childish mindset but basically has Kotokoâs backstory (basically itâs just a front), Shuichi knows about readerâs history, this is in Shuichiâs POV
Warnings: Suggestive/implied NSFW (itâs the Love Hotel Scenes what do you expect-), mentions of sexual abuse, and here you can read Kotokoâs backstory for context if youâd like
N/n means nickname- and yes Iâm saying âactorâ instead of âactressâ, we donât call female doctors âdoctressâ
Every time I come here, I play the role of their "ideal." Like some shared fantasy. I wonder what Y/nâs fantasy is, I canât see how theirâs could be bad considering how innocent they are. I guess Iâll see how Y/nâs-fantasy-me would compare to actual me. Maybe I can even confess to them in real life?
I brought my gaze up before my thoughts took up the whole time. Y/n stood across from me, their face holding that childlike smile that I adored.
âHey! Hey Shuu!â Y/n jumped at me in a hug. I tried to keep my balance best I could while they kept their grip on my secure.
âA-ah, âShuuâ?â Theyâve never called me that kind of nickname before. Did they want to call me that outside this place? Wait- I shouldnât question what they do, they might wake up irritated. âUm, Y/n?â
âHmm? No more âN/nâ?â Y/nâs lips curled into a small playful pout.
âUh, sorry N-N/n, I forgot,â I attempted to make it seem like I had used the name before. Did they want me to call them that outside of this hotel?
âDid you forget or were you not sure if you should call me that?â Y/n laughed a bit into our embrace. They backed away just enough to keep holding onto me, but now I could see their face, âYa know, for a detective, youâre pretty unsure sometimes. Not to mention that anxiety even with people youâre close with.â
âU-uh, I guess I am..â Is that really how they see me? A lousy detective?
Almost as if they were reading my mind they blurred out âAh- Iâm sorry! I didnât mean to make your thoughts be mean and bubble up again!â Y/nâs words were quick, trying to reassure me. âWhat I mean is you shouldnât be so hard on yourself, Shuu! Youâre an amazing detective! I mean you were able to prove my case when we first met, right?â
So I am still a detective, Iâm still me. Or well, the me that had a history with them. Ignoring the reddening on my face, I decided to figure out what exactly our history was. âWhat case was that?â
âYou proved the truth about my mother and those men to that stinky judge, Shuu!â They playfully slapped my chest, smiling widely. So it seems Iâve solved a case involving their mother and some men.. wait, they couldnât possibly mean those men, right??
I know their mother forced them to do some.. less than appropriate things with older men for spots on shows and movies. They had told me about it after they panicked at the word âgentleâ. In reality, those men and their mother were still free, so I understand that Y/n would fantasize that theyâre in jail. But in their fantasy, Iâm the one who solved the case?
âYou taking on so many cases you forgot?â They giggled and suddenly took my arm, leading me to the circular bed.
âW-wah?! Y/n- er N/n!â
âComânnnn! You need some reassurance, youâve helped me so much, Shuu!â
Once we were sat on the edge of the bed, they leaned against my arm, tugging at it softly. I hesitantly wrapped my arm around their back. This apparently didnât satisfy them as Y/n pulled my other arm around their front and laid so they could lean into my chest. Iâm surprised they didnât feel the heat radiating from my face.
Their voice was like nothing Iâve ever heard from them before. It was calm, solemn, it was serious but full of emotion.
âYou helped me so much Shuu.. when you solved the case.. got those guys in jail.. when you let me take jobs in your fatherâs movies and alongside your mom..â
My parents? It makes some sense considering they know my mom is an actor and my dad is a screenwriter.
âYou helped me start a new life as a new actor.. you even are kind enough that you let me stay with you.. and I canât thank you enough..â
Feeling Y/nâs head moving to look up at me from my chest, I snapped out of my thoughts and looked down. Their face was a little sad but still held that small childish smile that was slowly falling apart. I guess the persona is almost like another character for them to play as a coping mechanism. More than I originally knew.
When Y/n first told me about their past, their voice was calmer, yes, but it was still in a cutesy manner. Theyâd use words like âtouchy-feelyâ when describing the men and how they had had âenoughsiesâ of it. But now, it was almost all gone, this was the real Y/n. Well, as real as a fantasy can get.
âI guess I havenât really shown how grateful I really am, huh Shuu?â They lightly laughed, their smile growing just a bit.
âYouâve thanked me alrea-â Before I could finish my sentence, Y/n pushed me down so my back was against the bed and they straddled my hips. âW-wait, Y/n! What are you d-doing?!â
Their only response was a giggle, the persona was back. Y/n moved their hands to my chest, keeping me laying down. They moved to firmly sit on my thighs instead of on my... well... ya know...
âI wanna thank you, Shuu! Show you my appreciation... if youâll let me...â Their head tilted in question.
I didnât want to take advantage of the situation I was in or violate them in any way. Wait, this is their fantasy, and they clearly want to do something with me like this. Not wanting to put them in a bad mood when they awoke, I slowly nodded, keeping my gaze on their actions.
-(Cut off here cause like... Love Hotel ainât got nsfw, but if you want the nsfw and/or a part 2 as either Shuichiâs LHS or out of the LHS, feel free to request)-
Specifics: Naegiri, takes place when theyâre in the Future Foundation
Warnings: Has Naegiri being cute, thatâs about it
Naegi really should have just stayed home.
It would have been a Friday night like any other. He would have merely gone home, collapsed on to his couch, and either have watched bad TV until he couldnât keep his eyes open or fallen asleep straight away.
It seemed like a sad, lonely routine but working at the Future Foundation took a lot out of you, especially with Naegiâs position.
Was it so bad to want an hour or two to himself?
Those plans were interrupted however, when the higher ups announced a charity event that would take place Friday evening. It would be a formal event, a way to not only band together in turbulent times with influential figures but to treat the Foundationâs hard workers.
Hagakure and Asahina had been excited for the event, a chance to dress up and eat as much food as they want?! Sign them the fuck up!
Togami had attended numerous functions such as these almost weekly in his youth so he merely nodded along and made notes to take his suit to the dry cleaners.
Fukawa seemed nervous about having to be at a social function that will surely have a large crowd, but if her beloved Master would be there, sheâd make the effort just to spend a glorious night with him!
Kirigiri...well, even at the best of times, she always seemed impartial to most things.
And that was where Naegi had ended up tonight. In a glimmering ballroom, dressed in a too stiff suit and awkwardly holding a glass of sparkling champagne.
It had started out fun, and then the dance had started.
It should come as no surprise that Naegi had absolutely no idea how to dance, moreover he was way too embarrassed to ask anyone or accept any offers reached out to him.
His friends were out on the dance floor, Togami rolling his eyes at the antics of the fortune teller and swimmer as Toko was glowing being this close in proximity to Master Byakuya.
He sighed and leaned against the wall. Just another hour or two, then hopefully he could say he felt sick and make a quiet exit-
âNot having any fun, Naegi-kun?â
Naegi nearly jumped out of his skin as he spun to face Kirigiri.
âKirigiri-san! Please donât scare me like thatâŠâ
âMy apologies, I couldnât help myself. You looked so vulnerable, I wasnât able to pass up the opportunity.â
âOnly you can say something like that with a completely straight face, Kirigiri-sanâŠâ He laughed to himself before taking in the violet haired detectiveâs appearance.
She had taken care to dress up for the evening, her long hair stylishly braided and wearing a long red dress that fit snugly around her body, bringing out her curvesâŠ
Blushing madly, he hurriedly averted his eyes, stammering out, âY-you...you look r-really...pretty tonight, Ki-Kirigiri-sanâŠâ
âThank you. You also look rather dashing in your suit. Itâs a nice change from your everyday choice of wardrobe.â
She stood silently next to him, their bodies leaning against the wall and eyes watching the bodies moving in time to gentle music on the dance floor. â...Itâs been a while since Iâve gone to parties like this. My father used to take me to formal functions Hopeâs Peak Academy would hold for itâs chairmen.â
âThat sounds nice...I feel so out of place here,â He chuckled awkwardly, âI donât even know how to dance, pretty pathetic right?â
Kirigiri gazed at him for a moment, her expression unreadable. She pushed herself off of the wall and extended a hand out to him.
âKirigiri-san? What are you doing?â
âDance with me, Naegi-kun.â
âHuh?! Kirigiri-san, I canât dance! Besides, I bet there are tons of other people who would trip over themselves just to dance with you-â
âPerhaps, but Iâm asking you not them.â
Hesitantly, his eyes darted from her face to her outstretched palm. What if he made a complete fool of himself in front of her? What if he stepped on her feet constantly? What if she became embarrassed because of him? What if-
âNaegi-kun.â
âYes!!â
âWonât you dance with me?â
â...Ok. Donât say I didnât warn you though!â
Taking her hand, the two of them made their way to the floor just as a new song began.
When the marimba rhythm starts to play... dance with me... sway with me~
He placed his hand on her waist and they clasped their hands together, Naegi praying she wouldnât notice how sweaty his palms were.
âJust follow my lead, Naegi-kun.â
âRight!â
Carefully and patiently, Kirigiri guided Naegi in the right direction and they slowly moved along to the smooth tune. He tried his hardest to ignore how close they were. Yet Kirigiri made it hard as she kept her eyes on him constantly.
âSee? Youâre not so bad at this.â
âThanks to you, Kirigiri-san!â
Like a flower bending in the breeze, bend with me⊠sway with ease~
When we dance, you have a way with me...Stay with me, sway with me~
It felt like it was just the two of them, swaying to the music, without a care in the world. Nothing else mattered in this moment. Naegi smiled to himself. If only they could stay like this foreverâŠ
Far too soon, the night was over and people were making their way off the dance floor and out the ballroom, thanking the hosts for a wonderful evening.
Naegi said goodbye to the others and was just about to head home when Kirigiriâs voice called out to him.
âNaegi-kun!â
âKirigiri-san? What are you doing? Shouldnât you be going back home?â
âNaegi-kun, would you like to come back to my place?â
âHu-huh?! Y-you d-donât mean..Kiri-â
âI bought a new CD player recently. I thought youâd like to check it out.â
âO-OH!! Of course thatâs what you meantâŠâ He laughed awkwardly but realized something.
âWhy do you want me to see your new CD player, though?â
âWeâre going to need music to dance to, wonât we?â
âHuh?â
âIâm saying that Iâm willing to give you a few private dance lessons. Youâre going to need them for another event like this one. What do you say?â
Naegi was stunned. He broke out into a wide, toothy grin and exclaimed, âIâd love to!â
Iâm a good friend of Mod Fuyuhiko and Iâm really excited to be a part of this blog!
Like MFuyu, Iâm willing to write things DR related whether it be scenarios, headcanons, etc.
Request rules!!!
What I will write:
Character x character, character x reader, Iâll attempt to write pretty much the same as MFuyu but I may do some character x my own oc interactions if the inspiration strikes me or if anyone is interested
SFW/Fluff
Angst
NSFW (headcanons are dandy but scenarios... like naughty words are hard to put together in a cohesive sentence that doesnât sound ridiculous so thatâll take a bit longer)
Mental illnesses I will do my research on and try my best to portray it as accurately as possible!
BIG fan of yandere characters so donât be shy with those asks ;3
I will literally write character x potato if thatâs what youâre in the mood for :)
What I WONâT Write:
Non-con
Pedophilia
Incest
Haji Towa or Korekiyoâs sister cause nO-
Anything romantic or sexual for the WOH cause 1) theyâre kids and 2) ...theyâre kIDS-
And thatâs it!!! Ask away, this is my first ever blog (or writing for people other than myself or friends) but go ahead and request all you want!!
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Also! Announcement! Weâre going to be getting a new mod in just a little bit! Sheâll probably introduce herself later today. Sheâs the friend that helped me with the Peko x Reader NSFW headcannons.
Reader stops Nagito from starting the killing game
Think of this as a âMod Fuyuâs Birthday Specialâ cause itâs my birthday and I had the idea :) After this Iâll finish up the requests and post em
Also, if you like this kind of âwhat if this kind of person stopped so-and-so from happeningâ, I love writing this kinda stuff so feel free to ask for it
Category: Neutral/kinda angst(??) imagine (might make more parts)
Specifics: GN!reader, reader is the Ultimate Analyst, takes place in Chapter 1 of SDR2, kind of Nagito x reader???
Warnings: Nagito being Nagito, Twogami pats you down? Idk if that counts as a warning? And lowkey stalking Hope Bagel Boy, I believe thatâs it- also there are things in here that are just my headcannons so please donât come at me for them, thank you
You had your eye on Nagito since everyone arrived. The moment he introduced himself, you found something... off... about him. Due to you being unsure of what was wrong, you immediately began to silently observe him out of habit. He clearly noticed, even if he tried to hide it. At the very least, he wasnât bothered by it.
Pretty quickly you were able to figure out he had dementia, perhaps cancer, and definitely some ptsd. His pale skin, the fact that the tips of his hair had some color, as well as his subtle behavior lead you to the first two. He didnât react well when you brought up maybe flying off the island. Even if he seemed normal to everyone else and acted like it didnât bother him, it was obvious to you. You picked up on the strained but natural-looking smile he forced. You guess thatâs the perk of being the Ultimate Analyst, seeing things people wonât tell you.
He would also constantly praise you and the group- or more accurately, praised your talents. You were slightly annoyed by this, you were more than just a talent, but kept your mouth shut for the time being. He definitely had some sort of inferiority complex, or had trauma that made him believe he wasnât worthy of basic human rights, maybe it was both.
Because of these reasons, you felt the need to not only help the boy, but maybe befriend him if possible?
So when this âkilling gameâ was announced, you stuck to his side. Time and time again he said it wasnât necessary, but you still wanted to get close to him. You knew he wouldnât open up easily, seeing as he brushes off questions about himself, but you were determined enough to stay with him till he did.
Once Byakuya announced a party will commence, seemingly out of nowhere, you immediately had your eyes set on Nagito. He instantly agreed with some hope/friendship rant. He had something to do with this. He had to. So from that moment, even if it was from a distance, you were keeping an eye on him.
Soon you figured out the biggest factor of Nagito. The thing that had made him who he is now and the reason why he treated you all like gods. That his luck was indeed real.
âââââ
âSo how are we gonna decide whoâll clean up the place?â You asked, still a little concerned about the suddenness of the party. If it werenât for Nagito, youâd probably be like Fuyuhiko and refuse to attend.
âAre there any volunteers?â Byakuya turned to the group. No one said anything in response, leaving the supposed-heir (you had doubts of his identity, but he was a good leader so for now you let it slide) to sigh.
âWe could draw sticks? Let chance decide?â Nagito found some sticks in his jacket, breaking one to be shorter than the others.
âWait- that wouldnât be fair! Youâd be off cleaning duty!â Hajime joked with a small smile. Even so, Nagito gave a simple smile, the same one he had when he was hiding something. It was the same smile when he tried not to reveal he was upset by the planes. As well as the same one he had when Byakuya first brought up having a party.
Despite this, you decided to play along. Going first, you sighed a breath when you got a long stick. One by one, everyone pulled. All of them got long sticks.
The tall, white haired boy revealed the final stick, showing it to be the short one.
âHeh, guess my luck isnât always great,â he gave that smile again, âmy talent clearly isnât accurate.â
You gave a suspicious look to him. Letting everyone else joyfully leave the room, you stayed behind.
âY/n?â Nagito looked a little confused, âIs there something youâd like?â
Taking a breath, you answered. âI wanna help!â You gave a fake excited smile, tilting your head to the side for emphasis.
âYou donât have to help scum like me, Y/n,â he sounded as if he was desperate, âI have this under control.â Thinking quickly, you attempted to prove your talent true to him, showing you can pick up on things he wonât tell. But you also canât let him know you think he is up to something.
âNagito,â you started slowly, âyou get fatigued so easily, I donât want you hurting yourself!â The boy looked taken aback. He smiled once again.
âYou really are the Ultimate Analyst! Such an amazing talent!â He bit his inner cheek. âIf you insist then!â
With that, he let you help out with the preparations. Though he was a bit more careful when he left the room after about a two to three hours. He used the excuse of needing to go to the bathroom. Of course, you knew better.
After a few minutes, he came back. Smile still on his face, but you couldâve swore there was something softly glowing inside his jacket. You then took your own turn of âusing the bathroomâ.
On the way to see what exactly Nagito did, you ran into Teruteru, who looked terrified. He sounded even worse, an accent of some sort bleeding a bit into his words.
âY-Youâre not apart of his crazy idea, h-huh?!â
What?
âWhat idea?â You moved so you were at eye level with the chef. âTeruteru, whatâs Nagito planning.â
He still stood there, frozen completely. You looked over your shoulder to make sure Nagito couldnât see you. You turned back to Teruteru, speaking slow and calmly.
âTeruteru.â You tried to remain calm, âI know something is up with him. Please, tell me what he said to you.â
âH-heâs planninâ on killinâ soâbody!â His words were quick and panicked. The accent was thicker now. It took you just a second to fully understand him. You brought your hands to his shoulders.
âDonât say anything to anyone just yet, okay? Not even Nagito.â He looked slightly confused. âWe donât want anyone else panicking. It could cause absolute chaos. What we need to do is stop Nagito from killing in a silent manner. Do you know what exactly his plan is?â
Once more, the boy nodded. Calmer now, he told you what he knew. The two of you figured out how to stop Nagito without him knowing. He agreed to run out and tell Byakuya what was going on and have him approve of the plan. With a final sigh, you walked back into the room.
âWhere were you? Itâs been a good 20 minutes, not planning on murder I hope.â He chuckled at his joke. You hid your grimace.
âNo, I just ran into Teruteru and had him ask Byakuya if the iron skewers would be considered a weapon.â You lied easily, putting on a relaxed-looking smile. âHe wanted to use them for a more tropical theme.â
Nagito simply nodded in response. The two of you quickly finished up. You attempted to find where his weapon would be and take it out to bring it to Byakuya, but you couldnât do so with Nagito staring at you.
âââââ
Before long, the nighttime announcement went off. You brushed off your top and fixed up anything you saw necessary. Taking a final breath of preparation, you ran over to the old hotel.
âDid you confiscate his weapon?â Byakuya asked as he pat your sides down in routine. Even if you had stopped Nagito and Teruteru from killing, he still wanted to check you to be safe.
âUnfortunately, no, he wouldnât leave the room until I did.â You answered truthfully. The large man pulled back once he was satisfied with his search. âBut Iâll keep him close, and make sure I know where he is when his plan starts.â He nodded in understanding and let you into the room.
Upon entering, you heard numerous compliments on the room directed towards Nagito. Though he was quick to say that you had stayed behind to help. Almost as if heâs trying to make a point of it to the others..
Everything was going smoothly. Teruteru brought out food, Peko went to guard the case in the office, and Chiaki went with Monomi to prevent Monokuma from coming in. You made sure to stay next to Nagito the whole time, sneaking glances at the clock on the air conditioner. Even when Ibuki excitedly tried to pull you towards something else, you always found your way back to Nagito.
And then it struck 11:30.
The lights went out as you and Nagito stood next to the table near the back of the room. Quickly, you flew your hand up to grasp Nagitoâs sleeve, knowing even if you were unable to, Byakuya would catch him leaving your side. You held his arm close to you, stopping him from walking off until the lights came back on.
As soon as they did, your eyes landed on Mikan, who was helplessly sprawled out across the floor. You pushed your gaze away from her as Mahiru helped her up. When you looked to Nagito, his eyes were latched onto you. They held a curious but cautious look. In a rush, you acted oblivious to what the true consequence of your actions were.
âS-sorry!â You let go of him immediately, âI just latched onto the closest person! I was scared!â
âItâs okay..â He knew something of your true intentions. You can tell by his eyes.
You let a smile fall over your face and looked away. Byakuya met your gaze, proud of the work you had done. Even if you didnât see it as much to do, he definitely did.
âEveryone,â Sonia called out, âgo look for Peko and Chiaki! Make sure they are okay!â After a short shout of affirmation from Kazuichi, everyone split off to find the two.
Everyone except you and Nagito. The latter of which pulled you to a room near the back of the building. Isnât this where Byakuya originally decided to put the case? You saw the irons Teruteru spoke about earlier that day and it made sense.
You turned to Nagito, slightly confused as to why he pulled you aside. Did he know you purposely stopped him? How would he? You made sure to keep quiet about it.
âY/n...â Nagitoâs voice was serious, it almost scared you. âYou knew what you were doing.â
It wasnât a question. It was a demand to admit.
âAnd? You just expect me to let you kill an innocent classmate?â You shot back, irritated.
âIf I start this game, the rest of you would be able to use me as a stepping stone for hope!â
What???
A stepping stone for hope???
You took a minute to process what exactly he meant. Putting together his self-loathing words, the way he saw and described you all as almost godlike figures, and his already tortured mind- was it possible he did this just so you could âhave hopeâ?
âNagito.â You pulled his face to be level with yours, furious yes, but also concerned for the man you want to consider a friend. âWe donât need you to sacrifice yours and another personâs life to have hope. Weâre already doing that, like you said when Byakuya first came up with the party idea!â
âBut Y/n...â His voice trailed off, as if he wanted to say something but didnât know how.
âIn a way, you did help us.â You tried to give a reassuring smile, not exactly used to comforting people as you are to reading them. âYouâre the reason we had the party, weâre all closer because of it.â
He let out a bitter laugh and looked off to the side. âScum like me doesnât deserve that sort of praise, but I appreciate the sentiment.â
âNagito. Look at me.â He kept his gaze away from you. âNagito.â
The sternness of your voice made his head snap towards you. He looked almost scared. Maybe has trauma with verbal abuse, got it. You kept your voice calmer.
âYouâre not scum. And you do deserve the praise. Even if your reasoning was flawed, you brought all of us together. People are gonna be less likely to kill.â Nagitoâs eyes shone like he wasnât used to this sort of talk, especially about himself. The swirl in his eyes left completely âI know you might not think so, but you had a good effect on us. Weâll figure out a way to get off this island without participating in this killing game. I promise.â You let a genuine smile show on your face before jokingly adding, âOh, and without using a plane preferably.â
Nagito seemed to have mixed emotions, but stayed silent nonetheless. He simply nodded his head and gave a smile- it wasnât the strained one though. Neither was it the one he put up as a front. This was his genuine smile.
The door opening had startled you out of your observations. You snatched your hands away from Nagitoâs face and looked to the door. Your face was slightly heated. Gundham had a surprised look on his face.
âDearest apologies, but I must obtain my Hell Hound Earring. This room must have the entrance leading to it.â Without speaking, you simply pointed to the trap door in the back of the storage room. Gundham simply nodded in appreciation and moved to the side for you and Nagito to get out of the small room.
A friend of mine informed me that while reading some of my material that certain things may not apply to different skin tones (mainly when someone says âtheir face turned redâ, the pigment on darker skin prevents that sort of thing from happening). So before I finish the requests Iâm currently working on, Iâm going to be going back through my works and making them more inclusive.
The changes I make will include:
Changing things like âyour face turned redâ to âyour face grew warmâ
Changing descriptions of what characters may do to the readerâs hair for thicker-haired people
Making posts more body/weight-inclusive
Anything else that may make someone detach from the story because they canât relate to it
Please keep in mind that if I have a characterâs sibling!reader, for inclusivity purposes, I will mean the reader was adopted (or out of wedlock for characters like Gundham or Monica).
ALSO: if you have anything that may make you feel excluded or detached from the story, please let me know so I can change it! The only thing this wonât apply for is if the request asks for some specific thing like race or body type.
To any other character x reader writers out there:
Please try to make your stories as inclusive as possible. Unless the story asks for a specific trait for a reader, try to make it readable for everyone. People feel like theyâre pushed out of your story and not able to relate like you want them to. Think of different heights, body types, skin colors, hair types, genders, and so on.
