#might only watch youtube on browser for now on lol. fuck them.

[lulladae]

ARE YOU EVIL PHYSCHOPATH LIKE THE JOKER?? TAKE THIS STUPID ASS QUIZ THAT DEFINITELY KNOWS

[nagito-kissmaeda]

Yandere Komaeda Headcanons submitted by Chaos under the cut (y) Warnings: Slight nsfw, yandere behavior, stalking, mention of suicide, masturbation (not very explicit.)

Yandere Nagito probably wasn't very Yandere before you came along. The unlucky boy was probably still the funky little creep to his classmates as always but as soon as you step through the doorway of 77-B's classroom then he kind of just thought, "Oh, they're pretty." And continued with his day. He didn't think too much of you.

If you were an ultimate who walked into the classroom, he wouldn't have thought much of it besides the idea that "YoU wErE sPrEaDiNg HoPe 😩"

If you were a reserve course student, on the other hand, he would think he is slightly superior. So, if you talk to him he'll feel like he's better than you but won't say anything except under certain circumstances (ex: You ask him for his opinion of you, his opinion on reserve course, that kind of stuff. At least, he's honest :/) But keep in mind, he only really acts like this when you two first meet.

After getting to form a friendship with you (however that happened, I'll leave that up to you), his crush on you takes shape quickly.

He mostly just did small stuff that made it obvious that he liked you (whether he realized it or not.) If you weren't around he'd be asking everyone in sight if they knew where you were. He'd linger uncomfortably close to you whenever you two were together. The unlucky boy also tended to...✨follow✨ you.

Bestie, run while you still can 🏃‍♀️💨 because after he kidnaps you you're gonna be more like ♿

(I guess that's assuming you can run at all...sorry if I offended someone ._.)

When you two are hanging out, he eventually opens up to you about his illnesses and past. All of what he told you would probably be a lot to process so the only thing you can think of besides, "I'm so sorry that happened to you," is that you just hug him. Now he's shocked. You're both shocked. wOAH! Nagito doesn't move at all during the hug and probably forgot to breathe because c'mon...homie hasn't received any form of physical affection for God knows how long. He's drawing a total blank and the first words that spring to his mind are, "I'm going to marry them."

You cannot tell me this man doesn't want to get married one day. Yes, his luck sucks fat juicy butt but it's just something he craves and can be selfish about. Nagito's opinion on his want for having a spouse goes back and forth, like how the fitness gram pacer test works (I bet some of you don't even know that this is something outside of a meme lol.) He probably got this desire from seeing how bad his parents' relationship was.

Nerdy headcanon stuff you don't have to read: So, it isn't canon that his parents had a bad relationship but I imagine that they did because Nagito mentions that his mom had never complimented him and he gained a massive inheritance after his family's death. Let me explain my logic on those. Nagito's mom probably never complimented him because she didn't like or want him. I also headcanon that his parents were in an arranged marriage which is why they were so rich and why I think they had a bad relationship, because let's be honest, not all arranged couples are comfortable with one another. The arranged marriage also could've been the reason why his family was wealthy, it could have had to do with business and work. So to wrap it all up, Nagito's parents are rich because of an arranged marriage and they don't really like each other and they had a kid that neither of them wanted so now it's a broken family with a fucked up kid. I know that sounds like a stretch but that's why it's a headcanon and not actually canon lol.

After that one hug, that's when he truly sees you as some sort of ethereal Deity that he was sure he was going to wed in the future (Hell, he'd probably settle for right there, right now.) He no longer cared if you were an ultimate or not because now he saw you as something even greater. Of course, he still views himself as scum but even scum has desires that they are willing to do anything for.

After Nagito had come back to his dorm, the realization hit him that if he was going to marry you, he would have to be worthy of your hand in marriage. So, he prepares. By that I mean he starts stalking you a lot.

You two were already friends on social media so you probably didn’t dwell too much on it when you found him accidentally liking old posts. He’d go on your socials and scroll through it looking for every little bit of information he could find on you. Sometimes he'd strike gold and other times he'd dig up dirt. Nagito began talking to you a lot more so he could gain some information on your likes and dislikes. You only assumed that he was more comfortable with talking to you now because he confided his troubles in you but in reality he was planning your future life with him. Once in a while you'd invite to your dorm whether it was for hangouts, study sessions, or just sleepovers (he absolutely LOVED it when you brought those up.) The only opening he had to steal stuff is when you went to the bathroom and when that happened all he'd do every single time is go to the closet, grab another one of the pillow cases that the dorm provides, and switch them out with your current ones. When the pillowcase stops smelling like you then he just sticks it in the school's laundry basket where things like bed sheets, pillow cases, and blankets that belong to the school go.

After weeks after weeks of obtaining bits and pieces of information on you such as food you like and dislike, what your family is like (If you/your oc has one), your favorite movies, music genres, and clothing, etc., He eventually realized that he lacked three more things. Romance, experience, and…"performance."

The one thing he absolutely needed to learn first was "How to kiss." Even though no one sees his search history besides him, it was still very  embarrassing to put those words on his computer. He typed those three letters into the google machine and ta-da! A wikihow page and a YouTube video were apparently his best options. He opted for the latter and watched as a lady and her boyfriend demonstrated how to perform different types of kisses. Intimate and sexual. He feels awkward just watching this and he feels like he should practice but...on what? Luckily for him, there is a perfectly good pillow lying on his bed.

...This was definitely weird. His chapped lips were pressed against the plush pillow as he imagined he was french kissing you. This doesn't seem like the greatest method but Nagito doesn't seem to have any other choice.

The pillow in front of me was wrinkled and slightly wet from where I had last kissed it. It felt beyond awkward to kiss a pillow and imagine it was your future partner. I couldn't imagine them walking in on me as my face was buried in a pillow while moaning out muffled noises. It would be far too embarrassing but, I've faced worse. Practice should continue or else my mouth will never come as even a fraction of pleasure to my love. I approach the pillow and lay, stomach down, on my bed again. While this has been an awkward situation, my insides are starting to feel like they're on fire! It's probably just the thought of Y/N floating around in my brain. I take a deep breath before cupping my hands at the corners of the pillow and diving my mouth towards the pillow once more. I start off with a short kiss but continuously start moving my lips against, what I imagine to be, their lips. I move my bottom lip more often than my top. Imagining I'm trapping their lips against mine. Just the thought of trapping them makes me grind my hips against the mattress a little. Even though I'm soft I still let out a little whimper. Does Y/N even like it when their partner makes noise? I wasn't able to find any information on what she likes in bed so...with my luck, I'll just leave it to chance. My kisses get more sloppy and desperate. I begin swiping and swirling my tongue against the pillow thinking about just what it might feel like to make out with them. Their hot, wet mouth pressing up against mine while our tongues rub against one another in an attempt to touch each other. I moan seemingly too loud at that thought and start humping the bed. Everything feels so hot.

Maybe combining kissing practice and "performance" practice would be a good idea.

Once he starts performance practice, his browser is constantly on sex related websites. But more on the education side...he wants to know how to make you feel good and how to make himself last longer. Once in a while, he does go on the hub though so he can pretend it's you and him having sex on the screen. He tries his best to look for ones where it sounds like you or looks like you. He prefers the ones where it sounds like you so that way he could just close his eyes and imagine you and him are together. 

Just a random bonus I thought I'd add in: He got a boner during class once and sat there for like ten minutes just waiting for it to go away. So he just ended up palming himself through his pants and struggled to not make any noise. He liked to imagine you were under the desk pressing your face against his clothed crotch and just rubbing your face around that area. Luckily, he came without letting a single noise slip past his lips. Unluckily, Nagito cums a lot. So everyone could see the enormous wet spot on the crotch of his pants when class was dismissed.

He happens to have a weird habit of doing domestic and soft things with a hint of creepy. For example, one of his favorite things to do as of recently is print out a picture that has your face in it, tape it to his pillow, and fall asleep cuddling it. This sounds fine if you two were dating but… you aren't. He'll give it kisses, cuddle with it, fall asleep with it, and, of course, it's what he uses during his performance practice. He also enjoys eating meals with it and watching movies while cuddling it too. He perceives it all as practice for when you two are wed.

I'm going to assume you aren't an oblivious idiot and just say that you probably began to notice how weird he'd get around you. You tried distancing yourself a little bit but enough to still stay friends. He noticed the change in how often you'd hang out with him and his anxiety skyrocketed. Nagito would feel he had only a couple choices left. And that was to kidnap you, get rid of any obstacles that didn't allow him to spend every waking moment with you, or just flat out kill you so that way no one could have you. He already knew he wouldn't be able to even breathe without you so he'd likely kill himself as well in the process.

Author's Note: I'll probably be discontinuing that one Nagito x reader chapter 2 because I wasn't able to finish it before the school year started and I was just dissatisfied with the chapters BUT! I do have plenty of headcanons on yandere Komaeda! Message me if you want some far more nsfw headcanons because I have a lot for this guy.  I'm also very open to crackfic oneshots.

[noisyquokka]

Sniffles Under The Stars

pairing: Chan x reader

genre: fluff, sick au??, humor

length: 2.9k 

warnings: mild language, your heart exploding in your chest because Chan is a cuddly kangaroo!

Gist- In which you're an astronomy geek, and the Geminids Meteor shower is upon us... only one problem! You're in the midst of battling a cold, and whilst Chan's trying to be that good, caring best friend; you're trying to sneak out to watch the show with a thick blanket in place of a parka. One can only imagine Chan's reaction when he spots you out there. He knows he won't win the argument to get you back inside, so he does what any other panicking best friend would do; basically brings your bed to you!

a/n: (Ahem, hi yes! I did, in fact, come up with this story idea whilst spending a night outside watching the Geminids meteor shower. And yes, I was sick! (Well, actually I was almost over it but this isn't the point lol) And me being from New York, Decembers are almost always cold here. So I was out there in a hoodie and light sweatpants like an idiot. And the thought had occurred to me that Chan would probably be flipping at the sight of me. Outside. Watching a bunch of fucking rocks fall from the sky! Whilst combating a cold in a hoodie and light pants! So, here's that thought in a drabble! Enjoy.) Gosh, I’m sorry for my babbling 🤦‍♀️ someone tell me to shut up!

Prompt cred’s go to @bump-of-whump who has some great sick prompts, and got the cogs in my mind turning 😁 

"You should be in bed."

"Need a tissue, Snuffleupagus?"  

Sneezes raked your body for the fifth time in the past thirty minutes.

You'd been having these sneeze attacks all morning and into the afternoon, 3 boxes of tissues sitting on either side table for convenient nose blowing. Honestly, you thought you were getting better... then they started back up.

"Need a tissue, Snuffleupagus?"

You opened your eyes slightly to see Chan in the doorway, sympathetic smile on his face. You could barely smell the soup he just finished making with your congested sinuses. A groan left your sore throat, grimacing as you swallowed.

"You don't have to be here." You reminded him, reaching for the box of tissues. "I'm perfectly capable of treating my own cold!" He sat beside you on your bed, setting the bowl down on your nightstand.

"Y/n, we've talked about this!" He said, and you scoffed. Your parents were out of town on business, so you were home alone. Had it not been for your clumsy fingers tapping the answer button when Chan called, he wouldn't be here right now!

Yes, you appreciated Chan for taking the time to come by and take care of you in your ill state. But at the same time, you knew there were other things he could be doing while on break from promotions. Plus, you would feel like complete shit if he caught your cold.

You could feel another set of sneezes coming on, trying and failing miserably to fend them off. Gosh, why did it have to be sneezing? Chan sighed, handing you the box of tissues off the table.

"And here I thought I could help with your sore throat..." He trailed off, glancing at the bowl of soup before focusing on you again. He brought a hand up to your forehead, shaking his head. "You're still warm, I'm gonna go get the thermometer."

"Chan, I'm fine." You nasally mumbled. This had Chan quirking a brow your way. And really! How were you gonna fool this man into thinking you weren't dying from a typical cold? Why were you treating him as if he was oblivious?

"Yeah, and Changlix is real!" He said, rolling his eyes.

"How dare you... that's not even laugh worthy, you monster!"

He stood up from your bedside, sending you a smile before heading towards your bathroom. All while ignoring your protests that he go back to the dorms and properly enjoy his break. A sigh fell from your lips, the cover of your laptop catching your attention. You snatched it off your duvet, opening the top and typing in your passcode. Hey, if you're stuck in bed might as well spend it surfing the web! A few quick clicks to the news page and you were stopped in your scrolling tracks.

Looking For A Lightshow? The Geminids Peak Tonight!

That's right! The Geminids were tonight. And your fuzzy, cold-ridden mind forgot about it! Winter was the best time to stargaze - when you're healthy of course... and weather permitting. But the Geminids were among your favorite shower to watch. You couldn't possibly let this slip by over a measly cold!

"Alright!" Chan said, scaring the shit out of you in the process. "You definitely need to clean out your medicine cabinet." This was your chance.

"Chaaaannnn!" You smiled sweetly up at him, and he instantly knew your intentions.

"Nope. Whatever it is, it's a big no!" He said, holding the thermometer out to you. You frowned, sliding your laptop towards him.

"I just remembered they peak tonight. They're one of the best showers of the year... I haven't missed them once during clear peak nights, Chan." You told him, looking up at the brunette locks that sat tousled on his forehead. You watched as he read the article, his eyes trailing from the left to the right of the screen. And god, you should have seen yourself! You looked so damn hopeful. As if you'd just told the mall Santa what you wanted for Christmas and wondered if 'Santa' would approve. All hope disintegrated as Chan closed the tab on your web browser.

"You're battling a cold, y/n. I'm not allowing you to potentially make things worse for yourself." He said, handing you the thermometer. You took it from him, pressing the button before placing it under your tongue.

"I'll go make more tea, don't let me catch you out of bed!" He warned, grabbing the mug from the nightstand.

"Whut ipf I hapf tu gur tur teh baffrum?!"

"What??"

You rolled your eyes, taking the thermometer out of your mouth.

"I said, what if I have to go to the bathroom?"

The look of confusion left Chan's features, shrugging his shoulders.

"If you gotta go, you gotta go..." He said, walking out of the room. And you were quick to hop out of bed. Thermometer in hand, you crept to the bedroom window, slowly turning the lock as to not trigger mom!Chan just down the hall. The frosty chill of winter enveloped you as soon as you cracked the window. The sky above was crystal clear, perfect conditions for what was to come tonight. If not for the cool breeze nipping at your arms, you would've been standing there longer than you wanted to. You almost forgot how hot you were before, quickly snatching the cardigan off your desk chair. Your fingers would be cold for the next few minutes, but you didn't care. You were going to see that meteor shower! It was fairly simple. All you had to do was stick the thermometer in the sn-

"You've got to be kidding..."

Chan's voice startled you, your clumsy fingers almost dropping the thermometer out the window. You pulled the window closed before turning to your best friend, head down as he pointed to your bed. A silent command; the worst kind. Slowly you shuffled back to bed, slipping under the sheets with a pout evident on your lips. The cup of tea Chan made was placed on your nightstand, steam dancing above the top of the mug. He jutted a hand out before you.

"Thermometer!"

You handed it over, finally locking eyes with him before he headed for the bathroom. Yep, he was disappointed! You knew not just by the look on his face, but by the tone in his voice. The faint sound of the faucet trickling oddly calmed you, taking a sip from your mug. How were you gonna convince him?

"Now," Chan sighed as he made his way back over to you. "If we can stay in bed and you can properly take your temperature, I'll give you a cookie." You quirked a brow, taking the thermometer from him.

"I'm not a child. You can't bribe me with cookies!"

He took a seat on the edge of your bed, running a hand through his hair. God, you were so damn stubborn! You'd be lying if you said the thought of why Chan stuck by your side didn't cross your mind on a regular basis. Between being friends with you and being the leader of Stray Kids - ultimately a bunch of rowdy kids in men's bodies - to say he had his hands full was an understatement!

"Look, if you weren't in the middle of battling this cold then maybe I'd consider it." He said, resting a hand on your calf. It was your turn to sigh. You knew how much Chan cared for you, really you did. It brought on a warm and fuzzy feeling within your chest, which ultimately led to you feel guilty for the shit you put him through.

"I guess one year missed won't kill me." You admitted, a soft smile gracing your lips. He frowned, straightening up in his spot.

"You sure??"

You nodded, pressing the button on the thermometer once again. When you looked up at him, that warm and fuzzy feeling bubbled up in you again. His smile on full display with dimples to match... the highlight of your evening.

"Think you could reheat that soup? I'm feeling a bit hungry." You told him, pulling the blankets over your legs and placing your laptop on top. You stuck the thermometer under your tongue for the second time that night.

"Of course I can!" He said, taking the bowl from the nightstand. "Finish your tea, it'll help with the congestion and your sore throat." Then he was gone again. So was the thermometer. You placed it on your nightstand and picked up the mug, taking another sip of the now lukewarm drink. Your fingers typed away at the keyboard, going to Youtube to check your new subscriptions for the day.

Come on Y/N, you can do this.

You clicked on a recent upload, fixing your pillows behind you and settling in. Tonight was going to be a night of relaxing. In the warmth of your home. Under the blankets. You kept trying to remind yourself of this, your ring finger tracing the rim of the mug.

It's just a meteor shower! They occur every year!

At this point, you weren't even paying attention to the video on the screen. Who were you kidding?! The longer you sat there, the more you argued with your mind. Your eyes flicked over to the doorway every few seconds, even catching the time in the corner of your computer screen. 11:38 PM.

I can't do this!!!

The mug was back in its spot on your nightstand, tea unfinished. You didn't even pause the video, shutting your laptop and shoving it off your lap. Blankets were thrown to the side, and your bootie slippers were slid onto your feet. Now it was time for ninja mode!

You slipped out of your bedroom, quick but careful steps down the hallway. Yes, you were well aware that Chan could come walking around the corner at any moment. Yes, you were still going to try sneaking out. Chan's singing could be heard from the kitchen, the perfect distraction from the sound of your footsteps. As long as his back was turned...

A quick peek around the corner and you were creating a game-plan in your head. Crawl to the kitchen island, roll to cover behind the couch, there's a curtain right there... that's good camouflage, parkour over the recliner, sneak out the patio door. Ka-ching! We're home free.

Or as soon as you pathetically somersault behind the couch, Chan makes his way back to your room.

Well... that was easy. You snatched the thick fleece blanket from the back of the couch, enveloping yourself with it. Then as simple as letting the dog out, you opened the patio door and stepped outside, quietly latching it behind you. And wow... There it was!

While the earth below was blanketed in white, the sky above sparkled like diamonds. The moon had already risen and set, letting the constellations be the real show-stopper of the night. Orion hung proudly in the east, the distinctive belt guiding you to Gemini. You exhaled deeply, a content smile on your lips as you took it all in. Behold, your happy place! The entirety of space, looking down at you from above whilst you admired it from your tiny spot on Earth. Everything felt right... until the patio door opened.

"You should be in bed." Chan scolded, rushing up behind you. He pulled you into his chest, starting back towards the door only for you to pull back.

"Chan, I really can't stay inside when I know the sky is alive tonight!" You sounded like a poetic idiot! But it was true; the sky was awake! The stars were communicating from light years away and there was no way you could bear taking a raincheck for next year. Chan watched you carefully, all wrapped up in that large fleece, the bed head look you'd been rocking since he showed up early this morning. Your eyes sparkled as the stars above did, a childlike wonder settling over your features. And it hit him.

There was no winning this argument.

No matter what he would come up with tonight, nothing would keep you inside that house. Even handcuffs wouldn't prevent your escape. Chan was at a loss here. What could he possibly do to make this work? ... Idea!

You hadn't even noticed him race back into the house. It was common sense, really! If y/n won't come to bed, bring the bed to y/n! Hammock, blankets, pillows, and Chan. That was all that was needed for you to enjoy a night under the stars. He raced about the house collecting all the essentials. The hammock in the garage, the pillows he'd found in the hall closet, and a slew of blankets to stay warm for however many hours you planned on staying out there. When he finally came back outside, your attention swayed to him.

"What's all this?!" You asked, hint of a knowing smile on your lips. Chan set down the frame of the hammock, sighing in defeat.

"I'm compromising." He said, getting to work on your makeshift bed. Good thing, too! You were starting to feel the chill through the fleece. It didn't take Chan long to set everything up for the two of you though. Before you knew it, you were slipping under the mountain of blankets and cuddling a pillow as the show started above. You felt an arm pulling you closer, to which you pushed away. A quick glance at the brunette next to you and you instantly felt bad.

"I don't want you to catch my cold." You tried telling him. Chan furrowed a brow, pulling you into his side.

"Well, I'm not taking no for an answer." He murmured, intertwining his fingers with yours. You couldn't help the small smile that found its way onto your lips. The both of you laid there in comfortable silence, your head on Chan's chest, the pillow you'd been cuddling moments ago left behind you. Your eyes trailed across the sky watching for any meteors. You were the first to break the silence.

"Thanks..." You trailed off, taking a deep breath. "For all of this. Even though I know you were against it." Chan's gaze fell from the stars to your body against his. He grinned to himself, propping one hand behind his head.

"Hey, you know I can't take saying no to you more than 4 times a day." He joked. You chuckled, leaving a playful smack on his chest.

"You're too good to me. If I wouldn't have answered the phone today, you wouldn't even know I was sick. You wouldn't be here."

Gosh, now you were just being sappy!

"Wait, is that why my call almost went to voicemail!?" He asked, pulling the blankets over your shoulder. You chuckled lightly, shrugging awkwardly.

"I'm sorry! It's just... I didn't want to be bothering you on your break like this. You have so much on your shoulders with promotions, composing songs, being the leader of Stray Kids. And I put you through even more shit than what I'm worth. You deserve a proper break! This is just a burden!" You sighed in mild frustration. At this point, Chan was stargazing more than you were!

"Hey, slow down," He said, sitting up. When you didn't spare him a look, he cupped your chin. "You are not a burden! Alright? I'm here because I want to be. I take care of you, you take care of me, right?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, nodding slowly. Chan was right, but that didn't mean it made you feel better. You were taking him away from what could be a stress-free break, surrounded by his family and friends who he rarely saw anymore. Instead, he sat here with you under the stars because you were too damn stubborn to care more about your health! The guilty look on your face didn't go unnoticed by Chan, who wrapped his arms around you to sit you on his lap. His fingers laced with yours once again, brown eyes staring into your own.

"I know there are other things I could be doing right now. But, I honestly don't think anything could beat this!" You quirked a brow at him.

"What? Watching stars in the freezing cold with your sick best friend?"

"Pfft, no! Just being here with you." He said, pulling you into his chest. "Yes, you put me through a lot of crap! Yes, it can get annoying! Yes, you are one of the most stubborn people in my life! But I'd be stupid to let that all go. You make my life more interesting than I need it to be sometimes, the guys love you, and you have to put up with my stubborn ass, too." You chuckled into the fabric of his hoodie, craning your neck to look up at the one you called your best friend. Seeing how uncomfortable your position was, Chan leaned back with you on his chest, pressing a single kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you, Chan. I really needed to hear that." You murmured, your eyes catching a faint meteor dashing across the canvas of an inky black sky. There and gone in seconds.

Like the days that went by without you seeing Chan.

But the memories both of you cherished, stashed somewhere in the vast expanse of your minds, would never be lost.

Including the ones made tonight.

Gahh!! My first piece of writing on this blog 😓 How exciting and nerve-wracking haha. If you’ve come this far and enjoyed, like/reblog to let me know you want more 😊 

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