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{Ghost hunters, but where you make out with the ghost instead of whatever else they do on those shows}

Shuichi is a paranormal investigator in a relationship with a ghost. Kurochi claims he may be able to physically manifest, and so they try it out together.

Prompts used:

--Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed. {x} --Paranormal investigator AU {x}

Warnings: It gets a bit suggestive at the end, and Kurochi is obviously dead, but that’s about it.

Kurochi focused his energy into his hand, trying to remember the sensation of touch, of the warmth of another’s hand in his grasp. The area around his raised hand shifted, an odd weight suddenly on his phantom limbs. His hand slipped forward--and their palms met.

Both Kurochi and Shuichi gasped in unison. The air moved around his hand, interacting with it in a way that it hadn’t in so long. And now, with Shuichi’s palm pillowing his, carrying the weight of Kurochi’s hand, tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn’t feel them on his face, as intangible as ever, but he knew they were there.

“You did it, Kurochi,” Shuichi said in a loud whisper, making him bark out a laugh.

He couldn’t believe it--it was just his hand, but Kurochi just couldn’t believe it.

“I-I did it!” Kurochi echoed, giggling from sheer delight. “I did it! It--. It’s easier to maintain now that I’ve done it, I...”

Shuochi with a kiss prompt from this list: 43. Soft kiss

That morning Kurochi was roused by Shuichi’s arms wrapping around his waist. His eyes cracked open, still squinting in the light that flooded the room while they slept, a faint smile softening his lips. Shuichi was close, body pressed snugly against him, following the curve of his body.

A little sigh escaped him and his eyes fell closed again, warm and content. He didn’t mean fall back asleep, wanting to merely bask in the security of his boyfriend so close. His lingering sleepiness added to it, bringing on a powerful sense of peace.

Allowing his mind to wander, Kurochi began to doze off again.

#shuochi #shuichi saihara #kurochi ouma #drabble #twins au #just a little soft #for one of my fave ships

Tfw you make your OC’s life such hell that you give him many ships to compensate.

(The art of Kurochi and Jaden are obviously made by @impytricky I tagged the wrong blog aa rip)

#jadochi #shuochi #ranrochi #kairochi #kiyochi #Kurochi Ouma #(idk how i feel about the tentative Korekiyo/Kurochi ship name there because Kuro is a Bad Name #but lbr that just sounds better than the alternative: korerochi or something)#i spent too long making this dumb meme rifp me

Just a thing based off a dream I had, where people had like “Mindscapes” that they could go into, customized to them, and they can share it with other people. It’s kinda an intimate thing, since it’s literally a look into their mind.

Also trauma can manifest in there. Obviously.

So I wrote a little shuochi, with Rochi sharing his mind place with Shuichi. Ending’s a little abrupt because I got bored and didn’t quite finish, but I want to play more with the idea later on.

Kurochi couldn’t raise his eyes to meet Shuichi’s, focused instead on their linked hands. He rubbed his thumbs across the back of his knuckles, delaying the very thing that he’d offered in the first place.

“You don’t have to do this, if you’re not ready,” Shuichi said. “Don’t force yourself.”

Heat shot into Kurochi’s cheeks; a surge of determination dragged his eyes upward. The moment his gaze found the concerned furrow of Shuichi’s brow, the intent way his eyes pierced straight through him, Kurochi lost some of his nerve. Still, he forged ahead with only the slightest stammer in his voice, “But I want to! I want to... show you...”

Not to be dramatic about my OC or anything but I think about Kurochi getting kissed a bunch by Jaden or Kaito or Shuichi or Rantaro or someone literally kills me like aaaa

#jadochi #Shuochi #kairochi #ranrochi

{A pejorative is a word or grammatical form expressing a negative connotation or a low opinion of someone or something, showing a lack of respect for someone or something}

It’s a mix of VR AU + Danganronpa is televised + they were forced into it, but since it’s VR and all most people don’t really take the psychological trauma seriously. Just roll with it.

Shuichi hasn’t answered his phone all day, so Kurochi goes to check on him in person.

Straw: united

(Warnings: Kind of stalking, mentioned harassment)

“Ah! You’re home. I was worried that you were busy or that... something happened, since your phone was off.”

Shuichi stepped back to let Kurochi into the house, casting a nervous glance at the world outside his apartment. Down the stairs, on the streets, people passed by the complex without a glance in their direction. And yet he couldn’t pull his eyes away, staring hard with the paranoia of someone scared of finding something out there--specifically someone staring his way. Only when the door closed behind Kurochi did he manage to refocus his gaze on the other.

Kurochi’s eyebrows furrowed. Where Shuichi’s eyes had scanned the streets, his own had remained fixed on Shuichi’s face, and the worry that wrinkled his expression implied that he’d found plenty to fret about there. “Are you ok? What happened?”

{I mean you could write an essay about the problematic aspects of hanahaki disease, but also it’s got some poetic angst to it}

Things would be easier if Kurochi could just choose to stop loving somebody.

Narcissus: unrequited love, selfishness

(Warnings: hanahaki disease and all that entails, blood)

Fury held Kurochi in place as his brother fled from the room. He’d go after him, but he couldn’t let those words slide. Turning to the others, huddled in worry about Kaito, Kurochi’s mouth twisted in a bitter rage.

“Shuichi, you... you asshole!” Something in his chest twisted hard; he couldn’t take in a deep enough breath. “Y-you all... seriously believed all that?”

Kokichi was a liar... at least, until it suited their narrative to believe he was telling the truth. But Kurochi had seen the pain there, real, genuine pain. No one else seemed able or willing to.

“I expected more from the supposed ‘ultimate detective’. Some detective you are,” he spat out.

As soon as the words tore roughly from his throat, he started coughing. He held his hands to his mouth, waiting for it to pass so that he could properly breathe again. Unlike how the others flocked to Kaito in concern, no one shared any for Kurochi. Unsurprising, since he’d been protecting the one they considered Enemy Number One here, and they didn’t see any blood.

“Hey, knock it off, that’s--.” Kaito’s admonishment was cut off by another coughing fit. His hacking completely covered over Kurochi’s coughs, and he took that moment to make his own escape.

He didn’t want to spend another minute around these people anyway.

{Lbr Kurochi deserves all the love he can get}

Some Shuochi now because again, I do what I want and it’s my birthday thank you. Nothing much, just some kisses between Rochi and Shuichi.

Caution held them apart, the inches between their faces the last little thread keeping them back. Two pairs of eyes--one violet, one a warm almost-golden grey--searched the other’s face for any tells of discomfort. Time slowed to a stop, neither boy daring to even breathe for fear of upsetting the balance between them.

Kurochi moved first, splaying his fingers out against Shuichi’s chest. Slowly, he moved in until his lips pressed against Shuichi’s in a tentative kiss.

Just like that, the thread snapped.

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