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breadflavouredlemon · 8 months
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There's always this thing in komahina fanfics where Komaeda doesn't believe Hinata actually loves him. That trope is fine, nothing wrong with that of course. But the other way around always hits different.
Like what if he's just a substitute for Kamukura/another character? What if Komaeda only wants him because he has talent now? Or he's only staying with Hinata because he feels indebted to him? What if he's not special enough for him, that he's easily replaceable to the other? It pretty much has a lot of potential.
Hinata is just as complex as Komaeda is, and I swear, I'll eat anything up with Hajime-centric komahina angst. >:(
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aphroditness · 1 year
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Hajime, Nagito, Kokichi and Shuichi Reacting to falling on top of their crush!
Hajime:
Hajime wasn't a clumsy guy, but hiyoko decided to pull a prank that she thought was funny and tripped Hajime while laughing like the girlboss she is. You were walking by and that's when it happened. Hajime tried to maintain his balance but ended up tripping and falling. ON TOP OF YOU.
Ohmygodohmygod he was internally freaking out and wanted to disapear. He stared at you underneath him and he blushed like crazy. He quickly apologized and helped you up while walking away as fast as he could. He wasn't getting over this anytime soon.
Nagito:
It was just a matter of his luck cycle. He was in the hallway trying to find Chiaki because he wanted to play video games with her, and Chiaki has A LOT.
You were running really fast because you forgot your phone in the girls washroom, and you bumped into nagito. You fell down and nagito tried to help you get up, but ended up falling on top of you instead. You got really flustered and Nagito stared at you in suprise, he definitely had some dirty thoughts in his head LMAO he chuckled a bit and got up, pulling you up with him. Apologizing and blaming it on his luck.
"Ahaha! Sorry Y/n. It's just my dumb luck again. Besides, garbage like shouldn't do stuff like that anyway. I'm so stupid.." He rubbed the back of his head while smiling at you. You apologized really quickly and patted his shoulder as another apology before speed-walking to the bathroom to get your phone.
Kokichi:
Kokichi was running obviously, while chasing Kiibo and asking him "Robophobic" questions. Kiibo ran past you while Kokichi tripped on his shoelace and fell down, you tumbling down beneath him.
He groaned before opening his eyes and seeing you down with him. He smirked and started to make dirty jokes.
"Oh~ Y/n-chan what a coincidence! I never knew you'd look so vulnerable beneath me. If only it could've been somewhere more ... Private.." He giggled, and you squealed with an extremely blushy face before pushing him away and putting your hands on your face.
"K-kokichi don't say stuff like that!!"
He found your blushy face really cute.. Maybe he should pin you down more often .. ;)
Shuichi:
Poor boy, he was just trying to read a book until he bumped into you. You fell while he tried to catch you but he still had his book in his hand, you grabbed his collar and accidently brought him on top of you.
His two hands on the side of the floor, with you in the middle. He started blushing really hard after realizing what was going on. He wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. He was stammering, stuttering and couldn't even form words together. You just froze with him on top of you, you two completely malfunctioning (Was that Robophobic?). Shuichi got off of you and extended his hand out to you while his other hand was pulling his hat down to cover his face. You grabbed his hand and he pulled you up so you could regain your balance. You and him apologized at the same time while walking away really awkwardly.
Kokichi saw the whole thing.
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nite-puff · 7 months
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anyone who’s sick of me bringing up this fanfic and any imagery related to it can blame anyone who has said anything nice to me about it. they are quite literally fueling my love for sharing my writing and ramblings. love them.
anyways, in case you missed me bringing it up a couple times, today (september 5th) is the 1st birthday of what’s probably my favorite thing i’ve ever contributed to the dangan fandom (or probably any fandom in general). my survivor kiyotaka/ general kiyotaka and ishida character study fic, “stage 3: the chrysalis (also known as pupa).” it’s the one with the fire and the moths and the butterflies and the whatever else.
and, as many of you know, i can’t let the anniversary of something i really like go by without doing something (im counting down the days until the 2024 ishimondo fanart redraw), so i just wanted to do something nice for it.
i am still pretty proud of this fic, but it’s also led me to meeting and having really nice exchanges with some really awesome people. so i also hold it in high regard because of that. i’m just glad that people enjoy it and hope that more people will.
(this is also to make up for me not posting much of anything on taka’s birthday. i mean, that’s why the fic was posted in the first place.)
here’s to me actually updating my other fics in the coming year!
update: I was able to get the link thing sorted out! if anyone is interested in reading the fic, here’s a link!
reblogs are greatly appreciated :D
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glareandgrowl · 11 months
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"The only time I ever see (her),
Is when (she's) behind me in the mirror.
Even from a distance I can hear (her),
I try to listen but (her) whispers make my ears hurt. "
(Read my new fic)
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lilypadding · 2 months
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the komaeda bodypillow
Crossposted on AO3 | Word count: ~3.5k | Credit for divider
⋆ pairing: hajime hinata x nagito komaeda
Summary: Wherein Hajime stresses about Nagito taking longer to wake up from the Neo World Program.
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There is a body pillow of Nagito Komaeda. 
Now, Hajime wouldn’t have known that before this afternoon. In fact, he probably would’ve never found out about such an item— or ever had to touch it— or interact with it at all. 
And the idea of living in that blissful ignorance sounds heavenly. But, unfortunately, it’s unattainable. The ignorant world in which Nagito Komaeda’s body pillow goes undiscovered is out of reach for as long as Hajime holds the same pillow in his hands. So, he drops it with a loud:
“Oh my fucking God—“
The pillow lands on the floor of Hajime’s cottage. Makoto and Hina laugh sheepishly on the other end of the video call. 
“Ah, yeah, I figured you’d react like that…” Makoto says, clearly a bit embarrassed.
The palms of Hajime’s hands press into his eyes. He groans, loudly, maybe too loudly, to get his point across.
“What the fuck did I just lay my eyes on?” Hajime’s rhetorical question is pointless. He was hoping for Makoto to deny what he just saw— to somehow clear everything up, to cleanse the air and state that it’s not a fucking body pillow and that Nagito’s goddamn face and body wasn’t on it. 
“It’s a body pillow,” Makoto says instead; Hajime dissipates into himself, “Of Nagito.”
“Why.” Hajime finally lifts his hands off of his own face and stares into the computer screen. His face is burning red by now. He can feel that the pillow is right over his feet and he refuses to offer it a second glance. 
“Well, I mean,” Makoto shrugs heartily and rubs the back of his neck. Hina is sitting to his left, and her grin is undeniably more than amused. 
“I noticed that you’ve been having a hard time,” Makoto finally finishes, and somehow, his sincere smile makes everything feel that much worse, “And I figured you’d like something related to him.”
“And a body pillow was what your bright mind came up with?” Hajime’s face sours considerably. “You could’ve gotten me, like, a photo of him! Or, I-I don’t know! Anything but a…”
He finally looks down. The sight of Nagito— albeit, impressively well drawn— staring up at him with a small grin makes something in his stomach twist uncomfortably. This is downright creepy. 
“Oh my God,” Hajime draws out, grimacing. His pose… 
One of Nagito’s arms is draped over his head, sinking into the drawn lines of the sheets presumably beneath him. His other arm is covering his torso, and why on Earth is the hem of his shirt hiked up to expose part of his stomach—
“Who drew this?” Hajime tears his eyes off the pillow. 
“Oh, Ryota did!” Hina chimes in, her voice fighting off the urge to break into hearty laughter.
She’s clearly having fun. It makes Hajime want the Earth to swallow him whole. 
“Ryota?”
“Oh, yeah, he was a great help!” Makoto smiles, somehow proud of saying it. Somehow proud that he supplied Hajime with something so… questionable. 
“Makoto,” Hajime leans closer to the computer, propping an arm on the table holding it, “This is not a good present.”
Makoto and Hina both break into laughter at that. Hajime’s too busy in the thought of how embarrassing this item is to own, to have, to touch. What if someone finds out about this? 
“Seriously, why…”
“Listen, Hajime,” Makoto’s laughter has let up. The smile he wears is sweet. It makes Hajime want to pound his skull into a wall.
“I know I could’ve gotten you photos of him,” He continues, sincerity seeping out of his words, “But… you can’t do much with photos, y’know? If I gave you photos, all you’d do is stare at them and think too much. I wanted to get you something more tangible. Something you could hold.”
“Aha,” Hajime breaks into laughter, lost in disbelief, “Huh? Tangible? Hold? I- You’re acting like I need emotional support right now…”
Makoto and Hina stare at him. They look at each other. Then back at him.
“O-Okay, fine,” Hajime caves at their looks, “Maybe I do. But, I mean, don’t you think this is—“
He points at the pillow at his feet. They can’t see it from the angle of the webcam, but he refuses to touch it again.
“—Too far? An entire body pillow of him? I mean, you’re acting like I’m obsessed with the guy…”
Makoto and Hina stare at him again. They look at each other again. Then back at him.
“No,” Hajime immediately shuts down, “I’m not obsessed with him.”
“Well…” Makoto and Hina start at a high pitched voice. 
“I’m not!”
“Okay, you’re not,” Makoto agrees weakly, “But you’re clearly concerned about him.”
Hajime scoffs, “I— yeah, who wouldn’t be?”
“Hajime, you visit his pod every morning and night,” Hina says, her voice quiet and concerned. It’s almost condescending. 
“Because I want to be there when he wakes up!” Hajime says like it’s obvious, but his voice sort of dies when he finishes the sentence, “I mean- it’s been—“
“Three months,” Makoto finishes for him. Hajime’s thought process freezes in place. 
Has it really only been three months? Shit… 
“Since Hiyoko woke up, right?” Hina doesn’t ask anyone in particular. Makoto and Hajime nod. 
“And he’s the last one,” Hajime supplies emptily. “I thought he’d wake up a bit after Hiyoko, because everyone woke up within a few weeks of each other, but… nothing. He's still asleep.”
Those last words come out a lot angrier than anticipated. He almost regrets it, but he remembers every time that he’s woken up at odd hours of the night. Every time that the thought of Nagito waking up anytime soon bugged him enough to go down there himself. Every time he’d stared into his sleeping face. And every time he’d fallen asleep while there, slouched in the chair he dragged near the pod. 
It’s been happening a lot more recently. 
He didn’t need to do it. In fact, if Nagito were to wake up, he would be the first person to know. He set up the pod to signal an alarm device, which had been sitting on his nightstand since he made it. Like a baby monitor, but for comatose arsonists. 
Still, the idea of being able to be there right when Nagito opens his eyes is a lot more appealing than seeing him when his eyes have already opened.  
“Hey, cheer up!” Hina calls out, casting Hajime out of his thoughts, “He’s going to wake up, y’know. It’s just a matter of time.”
He almost laughs in her face but his self control proves stronger than expected. Just a matter of time. How many times has he heard that sentence now? How many times has he used it to reassure himself, despite how stupid he felt? 
“Yeah,” He agrees. How many times has he agreed to it anyways?
Hajime looks at the body pillow again. Nagito’s drawn smile is a bit daunting to stare at. But…
“Why did you have to pose him like that…” Hajime scans Nagito’s body. 
Hina giggles as Makoto starts talking:
“Posed like what? He looks like he’s relaxing.”
“He looks like he wants to fuck me,” Hajime argues with a flat voice. Hina goes into a new fit of hysterics while Makoto snorts. 
“Ryota drew him quite accurately, then,” Makoto says. It sends Hina into doubling over.
“What?” Hajime frowns into the computer screen.
“Anyways, if I’m being honest,” Makoto fights through a laugh, “I don’t know. I commissioned Ryota for a body pillow, and that’s what he gave me.”
“D-Do you even know what a body pillow is?” Hajime gapes. Hina finally starts calming down. 
“Um, no,” Makoto admits, scratching his cheek, “I wanted to get you a small plushie of him, actually. But that would’ve taken a lot longer to make, and it’d require resources we don’t have right now.”
“Y-You don’t even know the implications of having a body pillow of someone?” Hajime’s voice raises a few pitches higher than usual. 
“What? I mean, the worst thing you can do to a pillow is hug it…”
Lord. 
“It’s a harmless gift!” Hina insists with a bright smile, “I’m sure you’ll look back at this and laugh. Maybe you can even show it to Nagito once he wakes up!”
“I…” The idea of showing this to the living and breathing Nagito Komaeda is less than appealing. Many, many levels less than appealing. He doesn’t want to imagine how he’d react. Or act. Knowing him, though, he’d probably offer a weirdly knowing smirk to Hajime, teasing him without having to say a word.
God. Even the Nagito in his head is mocking him. Annoying. 
“Wow, did I break you?” Hina leans into the screen, her voice more prominent, “You’re red.”
“No!” Hajime fumbles and waves his hands, denying her, “I just thought of something.”
Hina seems unimpressed by the excuse as Makoto begins talking again.
“Well, we’ll let you go,” He says with a smile, “A meeting is coming up, and me and Hina both have to be there. We just wanted to quickly check in on you.”
“And get me to react to the worst gift ever…”
“Man, I hope you don’t hate me,” Makoto rubs the back of his neck, an embarrassed blush sprawling on his face. “Well, we’ll check in next week, okay?”
“Yeah!” Hina chirps up, “See you then, Haji!”
“Mhm.”
“Have fun with the pillow!” She sing-songs, and before Hajime can let out a stuttering mess of protesting syllables, the call ends and their faces disappear. 
A sick and nervous feeling rides up his stomach as he processes the call.
Shame explodes in his chest when he looks down at the body pillow again.
Nagito Komaeda, animated, and posed a little too languidly stares up at nothing in particular. It’s hard to look at his face, because he’s grinning in a weirdly flirty way and he’s lively and it’s the last kind of expression that Hajime wants to see on a drawing of someone that’s been in a coma for a little too long. So, Hajime tries to stare at his chest instead. As if it made the idea of picking him up off the floor any easier. 
Christ. It’s just a pillow. 
Hajime kneels on the ground and grabs the top corners of it, hauling it up in his arms. The end of the pillow shuffles the lengthy box on the floor that it had been delivered in, knocking it on its side with a miserable flop. Holding it like this, the top of the pillow is just about level with his height, and the bottom barely scrapes the ground. Life size.
Disgusting. But just a pillow.
Hajime can’t shake the tense feeling of hugging it to his chest in this way. Like he’s admitting defeat and accepting the fact that this is fine in any way. As if hugging the incarnate pillow version of Komaeda is socially acceptable. The idea of anyone finding out he owns this crosses his mind and sends a cold breeze down his spine. He should throw it away. Any sensible person would. 
But it was a gift from Makoto. Albeit, misguided and naive. It would be rude to burn something… heartfelt. 
With a dissatisfied huff, Hajime twists in his place and makes his way to his bed— halting the second that his eyes catch his reflection in his full length mirror across the room. 
“What the—”
He hadn’t seen the other side of the pillow until now. It’d been facedown on the ground for the entire video call, and its existence had gone completely unnoticed. But it’s hard to disregard when it is staring back at him from the mirror. 
Hajime hurriedly pushes the pillow away from him, maintaining it at arm’s length and flipping it around. When the sight hasn’t disappeared and is instead staring back at him, his jaw drops. 
On this side, there’s a shift in Nagito’s pose. His head is turned to one side, offering a clear view of a side profile, an undeniable red flush drawn over his face. One of his hands is pressed over his mouth and cheek, palm facing up, as if defensively covering himself. His other arm is in a similar position to the first version of him, but his shirt is hiked up higher, leaving room for his pale hand to rest on his exposed torso. Hajime freezes at the sight, unable to move. Discomfort flickers in Hajime’s chest and his eyes avert the image immediately. Hajime’s stomach flips nervously and he rushes to flip the pillow around, refusing to give the drawing a second look. 
Seeing Nagito in any state like that felt wrong. Even if it was some drawing. 
Drawing. Ryota really had to draw all that, didn’t he?
-
“Well, n-no, I didn’t,” Ryota is fumbling over his words, his voice soft enough to nearly go unheard. He’s fidgeting with his own fingers, unable to maintain proper eye contact with Hajime. For brief moments in time, his hands find the tweed sweater he’s wearing only to pick at it.
Hajime sighs through his nose, looking around them. They’re walking near the pool of the hotel lobby, right after Ryota had joined the group for breakfast. Everyone had peppered him with questions about his life at Future Foundation, the conversation keeping a semblance of politeness. 
Words and mentions about the killing school life and high school memories went mostly unspoken, even now. Everyone’s voices always hesitate before bringing it up, and the conversations about it always end so quickly that it’s like they never started. So, they welcome their former classmate with open arms, infinitely opting for the positives instead of the past they can’t erase. 
After everyone finished their meals, they had scattered and pawned off private conversations with Ryota as if he were a valuable item, Hajime finally got to claim some time with him for himself by trailing after him from the diner. 
Ryota didn’t seem to mind at all— that is, until Hajime was glaring at him, refusing to let up. And Ryota didn’t have to ask why. 
“Then why did you have to draw him like— like that?” Hajime mutters in a low voice, despite the fact that the pool area was empty and bare, and no one was around to eavesdrop. Ryota stops in his tracks and spins around, his eyes drooping and stance slouching. The bright sun beats down on them, clouds having barely parted from the morning rain. 
“Listen, I was really weirded out with the commission at first,” Ryota replies, his voice still trembling, eyes darting. Wind picks up around them and Ryota’s hair flips into his face. “But who was I to question it? Makoto said he wanted a body pillow, so I complied.”
“Okay, well, didn’t he tell you it was for me?”
“Um, no, not until I finished drawing it…”
Hajime laughs, exasperated, facepalming with both hands. 
“Listen!” Ryota hurries the words out of him, “I offered to redraw it. I really did. But Makoto looked at it himself and said it was fine.”
“What?”
“Y-Yeah. I mean, he kind of laughed, but said that it works fine. I even asked him if he’s shown the work-in-progress to you. When he said it was for you, I thought you’d commissioned it—”
“Why would you assume that?!”
“Makoto didn’t clarify that you didn’t know about until he shipped it out! I thought you wanted one, like, for real.”
“I— No! I never— Why— Why would I—”
“I don’t know!” Ryota protests, his shoulders hiking up, “I didn’t question it, okay? It’s just a commission. A weird one, but I’ve drawn weirder, so it really didn’t matter.”
“D-Didn’t you feel even weirder knowing this is a real person? That you’ve talked to before?”
“Uh, I tried not to think about that. Seriously, though, it’s not that weird.”
A new voice joins: “What’s weird?”
“Gah—!” Hajime jolts and spins around, hurriedly backing away. “S-Soda.”
“Am I interrupting?” 
Yes, a million times, yes.
“No. Not at all.”
Fuck.
“Cool,” Soda grins happily, “What were you guys talking about? Some weird thing?”
Hajime’s heart sinks to his stomach. 
“Ah—”
“It’s just about a commission I made for Hajime,” Ryota says, far too casually, way too easily. Hajime shoots him a death glare. Ryota crumbles in on himself at the look, and starts stuttering,
“I-I mean, it’s—”
“A commission!” Soda pronounces, clearly impressed, “Man, I really wanna see more of your art.”
He turns to Hajime, his pink hair swaying, and asks: “What’d you commission him for?”
Hajime freezes. And is probably visibility deflating. 
“Oh. It’s— nothing, really—”
“Just a pillow.”
Ryota. 
“A pillow?” Soda gives the two of them a deeply confused frown, but focuses on Ryota, “Um, I thought you did animations and drawings, that sorta shit.”
“I-I made some artwork for a pillow.”
“It’s really nothing!” Hajime yells despite himself. Ryota and Soda both stare at him as he fumbles, fighting to continue. 
“It’s not that big of a deal,” Hajime can’t look them in the eyes, “I just found his drawings calming, and— I thought it might help me get more sleep at night, if his art was… in front of me…”
The excuse dissipates into the air, vaporizing alongside Hajime’s weakened voice. He clears his throat when both of them don’t say anything.
Soda walks up to him, but Hajime keeps his eyes away, trained on the ground.
A warm hand meets his shoulder, and Hajime has to force himself to look up. 
“You haven’t been able to sleep well, huh?” Soda’s face is genuinely compassionate and concerned. Hajime jerks at the sincerity, shrinking in on himself, a rise of embarrassment clouding his mind. 
“Yeah,” Soda nods slowly, his voice quiet. He stays silent for a second before tightening his hold on Hajime’s shoulder, reconnecting their gaze. 
“If you ever need to talk, I’m here, okay?”
Hajime feels frozen in place by the intensity of the eye contact, but manages a feeble nod regardless. 
Soda smiles softly and nods, letting go of him and saying:
“You’ve been having some trouble with Nagito, right?”
“Huh?” 
“When he’s gonna wake up,” Soda supplies, shrugging easily, “Well, at this rate, if he’s going to wake up.”
Hajime swallows a lump in his throat.
“Ah, sorry,” Soda forces a smile, “I shouldn’t say that. Actually, you shouldn’t even worry about it! He has ultimate luck, after all. So he’s sure to wake up. Well, unless it’s luckier not to wake up from the dream he’s having…”
Hajime blinks at Soda. 
Soda blinks at Hajime. 
“I’m not helping, am I?” Soda says nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. 
Hajime can’t bring himself to respond. 
“Shit, man, sorry,” Soda winces at himself, “Don’t give such a sad look! Cheer up. He’ll wake up. I mean, all of us woke up. He just has more—”
“Mental instability,” Hajime emptily chants. The words have been used to describe Komaeda’s state (and the reason for remaining in the pod for so long) so often that they’ve drilled a permanent stop in Hajime’s head. 
“Yeah, no kidding,” Soda mutters, shaking his head, “Plus, his—”
“Health complications,” Hajime emptily fills in again, “I know.”
“Hey, c’mon!” Soda nudges Hajime’s side. He winces at the hard touch, but Soda continues, “You’ve said that if he wakes up, there’s a chance his body’ll be better! That’s something to look forward to, huh?”
Hajime stares at him. Soda is acting impossibly optimistic.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Hajime nods, clearly not assured of himself. Soda takes it anyways. 
“Right on!” Soda grins, clearly satisfied. Soda turns to Ryota and shoots him a grin while Hajime recuperates, having realized Ryota had been there the entire time. 
“Well, I’m off,” Soda announces, throwing up his hands and beginning to walk off, “I’ll talk to you later, Hajime!”
Hajime nods at him shortly, unable to get his voice to work, before returning his attention to Ryota. 
Ryota stares at him, offering absolutely no reaction for the conversation that just occurred. But it looked like he was forcing himself not to react, which was slightly annoying. 
Hajime takes a breath, tosses a glance at Soda’s retreating figure, and looks back at Ryota. 
“It’s not that bad, is it?” Hajime asks. 
“U-Um, what do you mean?”
“The way that I worry about Nagito,” Hajime immediately regrets the word worry, “Everyone’s acting like I’m obsessed with him or something.”
Ryota blinks at him. “Well…”
“Oh my God,” Hajime shakes his head, exasperation slapping him across the face. “You guys- You guys are impossible. Just because I care about the guy. Unlike everyone else, apparently. Just because I’m worried for him, I’m obsessed with him, right?”
He begins to walk away with a final, “Don’t bother answering that.”
Ryota doesn’t reply or follow Hajime back to his cottage. 
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emiko-chan-is-here · 3 months
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Adding onto that because people love that apparently: so PART 2 OF THINGS I WANT TO SEE MORE IN ISHIMONDO FANFIC
Any type of Fanfictions where Taka is a differents species and Mondo has to teach him how to act human because TakaTaka is obsessed with humans
SAD SHIT. And please not only in the killing game. YES those fics are amazing but the sheer angst between them outside of this shit game is to die for.
A lot and lot and lot and lot of self hate on both part. Yes Taka is insecure. Yes Mondo is insecure.
Taka being confident because he doesn't really realise he's flirting <3
Mondo being embarassed because HELP PRETTY BOY TALKING TO ME UHM "HI MY NAME IS YOUR HUSBAND- I MEAN OWADA MONDO"
*slap my fist on the table* Crazy Diamonds.
Also hum. More Daiya please. I know he's dead. He's alive and well why are you guys killing him off ???? (I'm joking i love fanfictions where he is dead and Mondo has to live with that, i'm a sucker for Survivor Guilt :)))
Both of them being too smitten too care about everyone else. Everyone else doesn't exist <333
Also also, adding up with that, Taka would never actually break the rule of not give Mondo detention for PDA but technically the rule book doesn't say that Two Boys™ CAN'T share a dorm SO...
More morning Ishimondo... More family Ishimondo... More soft Ishimondo... More casual Ishimondo... More of them <333
(Please reblog this version, the first on was a mistake. My dad about me hahaha-)
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m-y-fandoms · 6 months
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COMMISSION: Nagito Komaeda Dating Head-Canons + Small Drabble Sections
Word Count: 1.7K Words
Details: SFW requested and pretty gender-neutral. Established relationship, not just a crush or pining.
Path 1 - Despair/Island Killing Game:
Nagito definitely holds your hand or clings to you as you explore the island from the jump. If the Killing Game hasn’t started yet, he tries to make excuses for his neediness and desire to be attached at the hip. He senses the danger, that things are a little too peaceful, but he doesn’t want to weird you or anyone else out or spread a panic quite yet. Once it’s been announced and Monokuma arrives, he insists on escorting you to lunch and breakfast, on poison-testing your food. He cares very little for his own safety.
Definitely stalks you around the island and keeps to the shadows if you mention wanting space or insist you will be safe on your own every once in a while.
The illusion of choice would be a huge issue with him in the Killing Game setting with an S/O. It may not be healthy, but even when you think he’s out of sight or not plotting any crazy schemes/ideas,, rest assured he is already two steps ahead. He would do anything to make sure his bad luck cycle affects anyone but you and works over time, sometimes into the early hours of the morning to try and find Monokuma’s creator and the “traitor” that is surely among you all.
He insists on sleeping in your cabin or you in his. He feels better in yours, though, convinced his terrible energy and the dangerous aura that follows him around like a shadow has probably sunk into every corner of his own domicile. Anywhere he can call his own surely has to be haunted with misery and blackened with terrible omens of what’s to come. He feels at peace when he enters your safe space: your cabin decked out with items that are personalized to your talents and hobbies. He feels less alone, less burdened by the energy that surrounds himself.
When you blush and explain to him that it may not be appropriate for him to stay the night in your cabin, he brushes it off. He’s not even thinking about that kind of stuff, about the implications of a student sleeping over at their lover’s cabin. He wouldn’t even see himself as worthy enough to be more intimate with you in the first place. When he would hold your hand or cling to you like a human shield it was always for your good, not his own pleasure or to sate his own touch starvation.
“W-what do you mean?” Your face flooded with a warmth when he first suggested (more like insisted on) it. Your cheeks felt hot to the touch.
“Huh? Why do you look so flustered right now? It’s no big deal, really!” He displayed a crooked, paranoid grin. It was only your third night on the island and he’d already reached his limit. Watching you go into your room alone every night was stressful and tore away at him. How could he protect you if someone snuck in from the opposite side window, or if he couldn’t hear an altercation through the walls? The distance and limited time for reaction were just too risky.
“Nagito… I mean… you don’t think the others will, I don’t know, maybe judge us?” You put a hand to your face in contemplation, unable to meet his eyes. “Maybe they will think it’s weird… or that something inappropriate is going on here… usually two students aren’t allowed to spend the night together… if this were a regular school-“
“Oh well if that’s your concern, I can sleep on the ground! I was going to suggest laying in the bed with you, but that may have been presumptuous of me! If you’re uncomfortable-”
“I think you’re missing the point!” You cut him off, heart beating wildly at the thought of your boyfriend just crawling into bed with you every night. You’d never done more then hold hands, now he wanted to snuggle up in the dark wearing nothing but your bedclothes? It was a huge step. You feared the judgmental smirks of people like Hiyoko, the lectures on proper behavior from your more uptight classmates. People would whisper for sure. Some would confront you and want the details. Nagito was the black sheep of the group after all. Nobody was as close to him as you. You could already hear Ibuki and Akane teasing you, making up crazy scenarios of what they thought happened when you and Nagito spent the night together.
“O-oh, if you’re that worried about what our peers would think, I can understand! I would be embarrassed to be dating someone like me as well, but I will make sure they know nothing unbefitting of a ray of Hope like you happened! I’m just here to keep watch. I wouldn’t dream of trying anything!” He flashed a cheesy smile, holding his hands up in submission. It seemed like he wasn’t going to take no for an answer this time. You sighed deeply in resignation. He already stands outside the bathroom when you shower, so this wasn’t really that much further of a stretch.
He spends hours thinking about how he wants to kiss you, how he wants to touch your bare skin to his, even in the most ticklish or innocent of ways. He lets his mind stew over it, fantasizes, but never acts on his desires. He believes his filthy hands - cursed with bringing harm to others in order to bring luck to himself - could never defile your perfect skin, never dirty your soft hair. Even to ask for your consent to do so would be pathetic, embarrassing. Someone like him lived to serve, please and protect a glowing source of Hope such as yourself. This was bigger then him. You needed to survive, to bring change and Hope to the entire world.
If one day by some miracle you asked, begged him to touch you, to give you more the a vice-like hand-holding session, he could never deny you that request. The last of his restraint would break. His hands would shake, afraid to mess it up, to upset you. His mind would race. Even a small kiss would set his pale, clammy skin on fire.
It would set into motion another hyper-fixation, an addiction… obsession. He would know what true Hope tasted like when your lips touched his.
Nagito is definitely the type to kill others for the sake of his S/O. In canon, he offers to help the blackened, sets up traps and tricks to get people caught or assists in trials, but if he had someone to truly love him and love in return, I think it would set his crazy into overdrive. I would expect he would actually get a bit sloppier, too focused on your safety and happiness above all else that he doesn’t even care if he gets caught or slips up. It’s kind of like how some people in powerful positions or criminal organizations don’t want their family known or easily accessible. That’s an easy hostage, easy leverage. You have something to lose, and therefore you are weaker.
Path 2 - Hope’s Peak Academy School Life/Normal Non-Despair:
Nagito is constantly staring at you, taking in your beauty and radiance. He’s obsessive, constantly adjusting the buttons on your uniform or fixing a pleat that is out of place. He doesn’t even notice when his own tie or collar are loose.
He offers to do your laundry, fold your clothes, clean your dorm. Little favors that make your life easier feel like an honor to him.
When he does your laundry, he dives his nose into your dirty outfits and breathes deeply of your scent. He can’t help himself. Your aroma is like a natural pheromone to him. He will feel guilty, disgusting as he tucks a sock or pair of underwear into his backpack or pocket. He swears to himself he will return it to you… someday, once it’s lost its potency.
There’s a shrine of sorts to you in his own dorm room, which he never lets you enter. He always has an excuse: it’s dirty, it smells in there, he doesn’t want anyone seeing you enter such a lowlife’s room. He fears that if you see the extent of his love for you, his unhealthy obsession, that you’ll be scared away.
The shrine consists of strands of your hair, things he’s swiped from your dorm room without you noticing, photos of you printed out and framed (some photos, he was even blessed enough to be in with you!)
He plans at least one date night every single week. As soon as classes are over he spares no expense on taking you out and letting you pick whatever activity you’re in the mood for. He’s just happy to be there.
He dismisses your worries about him spending money on you, reassuring you every time that he has more money then he knows what to do with.
He’s of course made sure his class schedule lines up with yours perfectly. You think it’s just a coincidence that you get to spend so much time together! You knew he purposely picked some of the same elective classes, but didn’t realize the extent of his influence over his own class schedule.
He sometimes gets a little jealous of your classmates spending time with you, but lets those feelings be released in private. He doesn’t want to scare you away or ruin the privilege of being with you. He knows others deserve to bask in your brilliance and overwhelming energy too, knows that he can’t expect to hoard such a glowing Hope all to himself, but it bites at him. Of course everyone else wants you too. He’s delusional about your importance in the vast universe because he’s totally blinded by love. He will misinterpret someone letting you borrow a pencil as flirting or being partners in gym class as something more. He lets this manifest as sadness or trying harder to please you. He may sabotage the “competition” sometimes, but never let you catch on to his meddling.
He could listen to you talk about your hobbies and interests forever. He wants you to show him how to do it, tell him all the backstory, lore, origins of your hyper-fixations or passions. Spending nights on your dorm room floor listening to your favorite musical artists and just eating ramen would mean the world to him.
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koki-hai · 6 months
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i’ve been missing nagito lately so can i request a nsfw nagito x fem reader fic with a pervy nagito and a little noncon🤭 any scenario is fine i’m desperate
You ask and I shall answer!
Now keep in mind I don't do much cc x reader only because I'm kinda bad at it but it's Nagito and I can't pass up that now can I (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)
Content Warning: non-con
Summary: You go into the beach house to dry your hair when you run into a horny Nagito.
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Pervy Nagito Komaeda x Reader Smut
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You were playing with your friends, Chiaki, Mahiru, Ibuki and Peko in the water. You guys were slashing each other and laughing. You felt nice under the kiss of the sun and the light breeze feathering your exposed skin. You trip on the shallow water while horseplaying with Ibuki and both drop to the floor. After a bit of a laughing fit, you groan a bit, feeling your damp hair sit on your shoulders. A blood curdling scream erupted from Ibuki.
"Oh my my! Ibuki is so sorry! Please y/n! Throw me into a volcano and watch me burn!" Ibuki apologizes profusely to you while her hands are together, praying for an apology.
"Hey Ibuki it's okay don't worry! It's okay! It's just a little water" you try to calm her down as you get up, "It's no biggie! Trust me!"
"But y/n wanted to leave your hair dry! I'm truly sorry!" She insisted as she shakes your shoulders. You smile at her irrational self but try to reassure her. You grab her wrists and pull them down and look at her straight in the eyes.
"It's okay I promise! I mean I started it so it was coming! I'll just go dry my hair in the beach house and hang it up! Don't worry! I'll come back for round 2!" You say to Ibuki, comforting her. She gives you a nod and she tugs at your hair, wringing most of the water out to help you some. You smile and walk away from the group of girls and head to the beach house.
You walk inside the beach house and notice Nagito in there.
"Oh hello there y/n.." he says waving at you, "what are you doing in here? Already leaving?" He asks innocently as he was applying white sun lotion on his even paler white skin, applying it unevenly.
Weird.. you didn't see Nagito around before coming. And he somehow knew you guys just got here 10 minutes ago? You brush this aside these thoughts and just try to focus on drying your hair. "Just here to dry my hair.." you answer curtly.
You take out a towel from the towel rack to wring out your hair some more... Only that there wasn't any towels there. You could've sworn there was. None of you brought towels because you just assumed there would be towels here. No biggie. It is an island after all, not a huge deal seeing people dripping and in swim suits.
You look around and think to yourself for a moment. You see Nagito, his back facing you, applying sun lotion on his legs rather sloppily..
"Hey Nagito.. you know where the towels are..? You were here before me, right?" You ask awkwardly, playing with your damp hair.
After a few seconds of silence just watching his stange behavior, he turns a little bit in your direction, and see he had a small grinnon his face on his side profile.
"H-hey.. um.. is that a yes?" You ask "Y-you were here before me right?" You ask again, feeling way more uncomfortable than when you first arrived.
"Of course I was in here before you girls, y/n! I don't knew where the towels are but it would be a shame if there was however! It's a beach.. you're supposed to get wet right? It's no biggie.. it's an island!"
He says casually as he closes his bottle of sun lotion. His words scare you a bit. Almost as if he read your mind the moment you opened the door. "Right.. well I want to keep m-"
"Oh of course! I think there's a small hand towel in the bathroom you can use.. hopefully that'll be enough!" He says happily. Shivers crawl down your spine. Has he been listening to your guys' conversation?
By this point you were getting creeped out so you walk in to the bathroom after thanking him. Not to mention the guy had a very noticeable tent under his swim trunks. Which was probably why he was turned away from you.
As soon as you walk in you notice it was oddly darker than usual. The only hint of light being from the small window at the upper top of the room. Naturally, you try to look for a light switch. You opened the door more, letting the natural light from the main bath house in so you could look for the switch.
Once you get the light open Nagito suddenly appears, looking at you with an innocent smile. "Do you need help y/n?" He asks, "I can help you with your hair!" Nagito declares.
"Oh um.. sure.." you say, too scared to object. He snatches the small hand towel and begins to dry your hair roughly with it. "Don't go.. um too hard.." you say feeling a bit uncomfortable. He nods and rubs the towel a bit gently.
After a while it actually starts to feel nice, but you were still uncomfortable by the entire thing overall. He was being a little forceful admittedly. When you were lost in thought, you felt a hand touch your exposed right side slowly. He rubbed your side, as if you were a pet. You start to feel worse and tried to shift to the left but he grabs your waist tightly, restricted your movement. You can feel his breathe, heavy and steamy. He moves his hand down to your lower stomach. His fingers start to tease right at your bikini line. His fingers swiping up and down at the area.
You felt like such a mess. You got yourself into this. You thought you could trust nagito. Of course not. If only you weren't stubborn to just let your damn hair not get wet. You tried to move again when you feel him get close to your crotch. He drops the hand towel and uses his left hand to grab your shoulder tightly. You nearly jumped out your skin when you feel someone wet and smiley on your tongue. He started to kitten lick it and then started nibbling at it.
That's when you felt it.
His sharp teeth on your neck. You could feel everything. His heavy breath, his tongue, everything. Both his hands grab at your hips, keeping you still and lowering your posture. He begins to dry hump you.
"Ahh~... ahhh.. y-y/n... ahhh.. you feel so fresh~.. so nice~.." Nagito moans in your ear.
You tried to make one more attempt to leave when you felt the repeating motion on your backside. You make a run forward to the door. Nagito growls in anger and he runs over and pushes you down to the floor. You catch yourself on your heads and land on your knees painfully. He gets on top of you, doggy style and dry jumps you repeatedly while holding onto your hips tightly.
"D-dont fucking try to leave.. you'll only make things.. ahh.. w-worse for yourself y/n~.." he whimpers as he humps you at a faster pace, "it makes you all the more desirable.."
You feel his heavy and strong body on you. You were almost surprised by his strength despite his skinny figure. You gave up all your attempts to escape because you didn't want this to escalate any further.
"O-Oh my god! You're so soft! You're so fu-fucking soft~!" He humps you faster and faster like an animal in heat. He was going insane and you couldn't do a thing about it.
"Nagito! Please stop! Please! I've had enough!" You beg, not knowing what to do at this point. You knew your begging wouldn't do anything. You were in denial about it all. But it wasn't like you could leave.
"Yes! Y-yes~! Please beg! Please!" Nagito moans in his sick, raspy voice, "More! You sound so desperate~!"
After a few more grueling minutes of this unwanted treatment, he stops for a minute, staying still, and then twitch his whole body. He pushes your body down flat onto the ground. Your face hits the cold hard floor and feel Nagito's weight on top of you, his body going limp on yours.. He pants in your ear excessively. He was holding onto your waist with the little strength he had left.
"y-y/n.. you were so g-good~"
You feel tears stream your cheeks. You bite your lip harshly until you could've sworn it'd bleed. All you could think of was why? Why you? Why did he have to stalk all of you? Was he planning this? Was he going to do this with any other girl?
As you were lost in thought again, he hear him start to snore softly. His sweaty hair all over the side of your face. You were too afraid to move and just lie down there with him. You were scared he'd try to do something even if he were asleep. You're eyes close slowly as you try to imagine what you could've been doing right now if it weren't for Nagito.
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(Hopefully you guys liked it. I'm trying to work on my writing skills and I accept all constructive criticism! :))
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goforthequill · 1 month
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Cover art for my Danganronpa fanfiction: The Broken Cup (strongly inspired by Makoto Shinkai's movie Your name)
Just two highschool boys who live perfectly adjusted lives and occasionally switch bodies with each other, nothing to worry about.
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dangans-ur-ronpas · 3 months
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the half part sees what the other half's got
Fic master-post
When Byakuya Togami wakes up in the classroom, the first thing he notices isn't the strangeness of his surroundings, or the fact that he should have been walking through the school doors just a moment prior, or even the lack of people or faculty around. Rather, the first thing that strikes him is his vision, reduced to vague blurs of color. Now effectively blind, he needs to navigate this sick killing game established by a comically cruel teddy bear, of all things, while concealing this new weakness from any peers that might try to take advantage of him. It should be easier than it sounds, if not for one particularly annoying peasant. An annoyingly observant peasant. Unfortunately for him, Makoto Naegi has no intention of making anything easy for him.
Rating: Mature (May change)
Tags (will be updated with chapter uploads): canon divergent, ableism (ableist language), blindness/low vision, non-consensual body modification (non-graphic), canon-typical violence, canon deaths, angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn
Pairings: Byakuya Togami/Makoto Naegi (possible Byakuya Togami/Makoto Naegi/Kyoko Kirigiri), Aoi Asahina/Sakura Ogami (background)
Anything relevant to the fic will be tagged with #thpff. Updates will be tagged with #thpff chapters
I'm not posting this on ao3 for the time being bc I'm currently not a fan of the management there lol. chapters 1-4 are still there but future chapters are going here
Chapters (Updates every Sunday)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
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gontagokuhara · 11 days
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“…But seriously, try and get some decent shuteye tonight, okay? I believe in all of us, duh, but hey — a good night’s rest can’t hurt when we’re trying to save the world, huh?”
By the time it strikes Shuuichi that it’s a good idea to respond to Kaede’s goodnight, he’s still in the middle of rubbing the back of his neck where he’d strained it hopefully not too badly from when Kokichi launched his whole body straight into Shuuichi’s a few minutes ago. She’s already halfway down the building with Maki by the time he has a hand free to wave back, so it’s Gonta that gets it instead, as he calls happily over his shoulder, “Goodnight, friends!” before pairing off with Kiibo towards their own room. Leaving Shuuichi—
“Seriously, man, who did you actually see in there?!”
“Jeez, this again? Give it a rest, you’re so obsessed with me!”
—with just Kaito and Kokichi to keep him company in this dark, smelly parking lot.
(or: a love story told in three parts — part 3!)
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thisthinginabox · 2 months
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Trying to convince myself to start writing fanfic again after almost a year, so why not post links to my old stuff as motivation?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/30372594
5 times Izuru took care of Nagito + 1 time Nagito took care of Izuru
https://archiveofourown.org/works/37379125
Urban Fantasy AU in which Izuru, Makoto, Hajime, and Nagito are all dating. This one focuses on Makoto being a werewolf.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/37655089
Urban Fantasy AU part 2 focuses on Izuru being a vampire.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45600544
Saiouma role reversal (sort of).
If you could spare a comment, kudos, or reblog I'd greatly appreciate it.
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aphroditness · 1 year
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Kokichi and F!reader that's busty af 😳
IM SORRY I THOUGHT OF THIS SO RANDOMLY
When you introduced yourself to the Drv3 cast, they stared at you for so long you thought their eyes were going to fall out.
You introduced yourself as L/n F/n to kokichi as the ultimate [insert ultimate you like best] and he kept staring at your thighs.
"K-kokichi my eyes are up here?" You pouted, snapping your fingers to get kokichi to look at your EYES instead of your ASS.
He snapped out of his trance and started teasing you about how perfect you looked to him. The compliments were either really sweet, or really dirty.
Whenever you wear crop tops or tight shirts, expect a really blushy Kokichi who cant take his eyes off you even when he tries.
Whenever he's upset, you let him hug you, his hands either wrapped around your waist and cuddling or his head literally stuffed in your chest (PLS THAT LINE WAS SO FUNNY TO WRITE). When he trips and falls on you, it's always in the weirdest positions ever and he makes such a big deal out of it.
When he heard that you were going to the beach with everyone, he couldn't keep it out of his head. He screamed in his pillow trying so hard to get the thought out of his head.
And when you wore that swimsuit, GOD DAYUM HE FELT LIGHT HEADED AF.
Nonstop teasing and a lot of touching.
IM TRYING TO POST EVERYDAY IM SORRY ILL DO BETTER AT WRITING DONT HATE ME 😭💕
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fynn-cl · 1 month
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Fanart from @scribbleteaaa 's one-shot fanfic 'Cultural Relevance' bc i couldn't resist the usge to thomas jefferson miku binderify Makoto Naegi
I added some headcanons (melanin, an inch, etc) and references to other ScribbleTea's naegami one-shots :)
With blanket (click for better quality)
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Without blanket bc i drew the arms first and liked them way too much to hide them entirely
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Idk how i managed to finish this so quickly yet according to ibis paint is the longest one it took me if it was in one sitting (10 hrs)
The naegami brainrot is very real, they're now my roman empire
Bonus: very shitty doodle of Byakuya suffering at Mondo's birthday in 'Scissors and Sweatshirts' :3
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glareandgrowl · 1 year
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Part 1/2
A comic based on the first chapter of my fanfic “Cigarettes are Love Letters In the Eyes of Addicts’ which was originally a comic idea anyway!
Sorry for my handwriting being so bad. I tried to put in text, but it didn’t look right to me, so I just tried my best lol.
I don’t make comics regularly, so take that into account when viewing the panel layout and technical aspect of these pages...
NEW CHAPTER UP BTW
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raspbeyes · 7 months
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Insane idea of drawing chapter art for my 100 paged despair disease drv3 fanfic i promised people i was gonna finish.
will likely never finish, might be insane
These literally dont even make sense without the context (idk if context would help lmao)
Oh and i gotta write this guy now
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