#nagito komaeda angst

[frickingnerd]

nagito dating the ultimate empath

pairing: nagito komaeda x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, established romantic relationship, takes place during sdr2, empathetic!reader, comfort for nagito

dating someone who's able to read his emotions so well is quite comfortable!

as the ultimate empath, realizing how people feel and what they truly mean comes so easily to you and it helps a ton during your relationship with nagito!

nagito wouldn't think of himself as the most complicated person, but what he says and what he means don't always align

but having you around, who always seems to understand him, even when he starts rambling about hope and despair, is quite the relief!

while everyone views nagito as a threat, you're the one that manages to change people's opinions on him!

you're able to empathize with him, even when he seems lost in some twisted idea of hope

and you're the one who helps him back on the right path again…

[incubussincsb]

I survived the hurricane but goddamn I’m so tired.

“I have every intention of committing murder”.

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[aeymii]

Unrequited

[anonzentimes]

Do you think that post Danganronpa 3 komahina maybe Nagito feels guilty about it. Like, what if he felt guilty because he feels as if he took what was meant to be Chiaki's place and it piles onto his already existing low self esteem so he really is confused about why he's receiving reciprocation and love because he feels like he doesn't deserve it and feels guilty about it. And then maybe during an argument it would slip something along the lines of, "would you preferred if I was her?" LIKE AUGHHE i need people to explore this idea more pretty PLEASE!!!!!!

[bee-writes-n-spins]

Sometimes, stress can get to a person.

Time and time again, you find him on the rooftop. Every time, he leans over the edge as tears roll down his cheeks. And every time, he turns around and smiles.

You're his saving grace. His heart, his world, his everything.

And every time he turns around and sees your sad smile, he can't bring himself to do it.

He truly loves you to the moon and back.

DAZAI, poe, NAGITO, korekiyo (delusional), and any of your depressed favorites!

[mrmiserymushroom]

pretty face :]

[m-y-fandoms]

COMMISSION: Nagito Komaeda and Kokichi Ouma (x reader) - Yandere Relationship Headcannons + Scenario Drabble

Warnings: This is yandere content. Obsessive, possessive stuff. Don’t like = don’t read. Like my Korekiyo version, sexual NSFW will be under a labeled heading so you can skip that section, then the drabble after, which is SFW will have its own heading warning again. Additional warnings for violence, unhealthy relationships, and mentions of dub/noncon. Also SPOILERS for SDR2 and V3.

Word Count: 1.7k

Let me get this out of the way first of all: you picked two of the easiest Danganronpa characters to make yandere. With their personalities, mindsets, intelligence, and how they react to stress, it’s very easy to imagine these two going yandere for their lover/darling. It’s not a reach at all. So let’s get into it.

Nagito Komaeda

SFW Headcannons:

FOR SURE the delusional type of yandere.

He’s delusional in his daily life at times, so when he’s fallen in love, such an intense emotion corrupts him further.

He would delude himself so far as to believe that his luck cycle couldn’t affect or touch his darling, the ultimate hope in his eyes.

He knows that the people around him often get hurt because of his luck cycle, but when it comes to his darling, he has fully deluded himself into thinking that he can protect them, that his love for them is so strong that he knows what’s best for them.

He thinks so lowly of himself and so highly of his beloved, that he believes that just once, for once, his luck can’t harm them.

Nagito believes in his beloved as the pinnacle of shining hope, and worships the ground they walk on.

Nagito is so in love with the embodiment of hope, that I truly believe that he would rather see his darling dead than to let their hope be muddied or fade.

He’d kill them with his own two hands before he’d let this world corrupt them.

He would hoard them to himself, always making excuses and distractions to steal more of their time and attention.

He knows he doesn’t deserve them or their time and energy, but he’s highly intelligent and thinks of roundabout ways to keep them around him at all times.

He always seems to be where they are.

If they need a favor done, or a question answered, he’s there.

When it comes to romance, as I said, he’s a worshipper, obsessive.

NSFW Headcannons

He would kiss and mark every inch of their body, be greedy with them, needing to touch every sensitive spot on their body.

Nagito is both the ultimate switch/verse and the ultimate pleaser when it comes to his lover.

With a lover that accepts his delusional yandere side, he’s obsessed with becoming their perfect lover. He already hates himself and knows he will never be good enough for them, so he needs to mold himself into whatever they want from him at that moment.

When his darling wants a dominant, aggressive top, that’s who he will be. He is more than willing to mess around with impact play, ropes, fear play, breeding, praise and degradation. He would love nothing more than to take them by surprise and force his desires onto them for their pleasure. He would be a master of dub/non con play.

If his darling wants to see him as a submissive, pathetic mess, he will fill that role. Whimpering, crying, begging: all his specialities. He would let them smack him around, pull his hair, talk down to him, and he would revel in it.

Kinks I think Yandere Nagito would definitely be into: wax play, knife/gun play, choking/breathplay, shibari, CNC, degradation, spanking, public humiliation, edging, impact play, breeding, hair-pulling.

Yandere Nagito Drabble:

“Shhh! Shhh, don’t cry, my love…” Nagito caressed the back of your neck gently, lowering your body to the ground slowly as it slumped in his arms, all energy slowly draining from your form. Your vision was blurring, closing in at the edges as more and more blood seeped from your wound. The knife Nagito had just buried into your stomach now sat discarded beside you. Strategically, he sat cradling you into his arms, only allowing the blood to spill onto his own clothing or pool onto the thick blanket he’d set out below you beforehand.

You could only gasp for breath, tears spilling freely down your cheeks. You knew Nagito was dangerous, but you’d never thought he’d turn on you specifically. It always seemed like he’d kill for you, die for you, but to take your life with his own hands?

“T-they won’t get to you… this world… Monokuma… I won’t let them!” His voice quivered, his mind and heart buzzing with both crazed love for you and grief at your necessary passing. He had to do it, though. No one else was worthy of taking your life, and he wouldn’t let that damned bear have the pleasure.

After learning the truth of this world as the reward for completing the Final Dead Room, he’d concluded that this was the only way to spare you, his beloved, from this wretched world. It was the only solution. If you were the traitor, stuck in this evil world with your wicked peers, you deserved to be released. If you weren’t the traitor, surely you were tricked, brainwashed into becoming a remnant of despair, and you must understand that he can’t allow the love of his life to oppose hope. You wouldn't want that, right? Surely, you’d see the need, you’d see it his way…

As the life faded from your eyes, he gripped you closer, now freely weeping into the bloody mess of your limp body. This was all temporary. He’d join you, soon. The plan was already in motion.

Kokichi Ouma

SFW Headcannons:

Kokichi would be another yandere who thinks he always knows what’s best for his darling.

Unlike Nagito, who would kill his darling to retain their purity, Kokichi would do anything, including killing himself or others, to keep his darling alive.

In their own way, maybe both feel like they are doing their darlings a kindness with their methods.

Kokichi is not a nice, caring, subservient type of yandere. Some yanderes obsessively live to serve their darling and worship them. Kokichi is so scared of losing his darling that he is restrictive, possessive, sometimes extremely cruel to them.

He expects them to do what he says, when he says, because it’s all for their own good, for their protection.

He does not like when others interact with them.

He sees pretty much all other interactions with others as cheating/flirtation in his own deluded mind.

When someone especially charismatic like Kaito talks to his darling, he feels himself fuming, and drags them away with a rough grip on their arm, or publicly embarrasses them so badly that they don’t want to continue the interaction.

NSFW Headcannons

Kokichi is not a kind lover.

Mainly, he sees his pleasure as his darling’s pleasure. After all, if it feels good for him, why wouldn’t it feel good for them, too?

On the rare occasion he does decide to focus on his partner’s pleasure and preferences during sexual encounters, he is very frustrated and angered by anything less that an overly-enthusiatic response.

He loves their praise, as he thinks he deserves it.

And though he relishes in the returned affections of his darling, a sick part of him loves when they cry, beg or resist as well.

Kokichi is territorial, leaving bruises and marks.

And he wants others to see them, for sure.

His infatuation for his beloved becomes the center of every goal. He wants to end the killing game for them, for him, for their love. He wants to rule this world with them.

Kinks Yandere Kokichi would be into: spanking, fear play, knife play for sure, degradation, slut-shaming, impact play, bondage, public/semi-public/voyeurism, CNC, humiliation (giving, not recieving), overstimulation (giving)

Yandere Kokichi Drabble:

Fuzzy-brained, disoriented, your eyes cracked open slowly, a migraine thumping in the back of your head. You groaned, eyes focusing in to see a figure in front of you, even in the low lighting.

Of course it was him. Who else would it be?

The last thing you remembered, you were sitting in the cafeteria, trying to destress and process after Gonta’s trial. You were drinking a steaming hot cup of tea, waiting for Shuichi to show up, and for some reason, your energy began to rapidly deplete. Your limbs got numb and heavy, your mind clouded, until your world faded to black.

Nothing in the tea had tasted off, nothing in your environment felt suspicious. That’s how good he’d gotten at this…

Now you were here, sitting before him. He’d taken you silently and skillfully.

“You drugged my tea?” Kokichi approached, bending down to meet your eye level. Further taking in your surroundings, you now realized that you were in fact chained up, locked to the wall behind you in the bathroom of the Exisal hangar.

“You weren’t gonna come on your own…” he pouted, a look begging for sympathy on his face, “and I could ‘ve dragged you here myself, but the kicking and screaming would attract too much attention…” He leaned toward you, leaving a quick, teasing peck of a kiss on the tip of your nose. If your hands were free to wipe it away, you would’ve.

He was right though. You wouldn’t have come on your own, and not quietly, either. At one point, you considered Kokichi a friend, even with his stalkerish obsession with you. You saw the good in him, and knew he had redeeming qualities. Now… after what he’d done to Gonta, after the absolute shit-show that was that last trial and the complete flip he’d made, you wanted nothing to do with him.

Kokichi walked to the other side of the room, and after some rustling into a little bag he’d brought with him, he brought forth a roll of duct tape. Without hesitation, and with a crooked grin on his face, he tore a thick strip off and pasted it across your mouth. Your wiggling provided little resistance, as he had you locked down pretty well.

“There! Can’t have you alerting the others, fraternizing with the enemy!” He had a crazed look in his eye as he spoke those words.It was like he actually believed them, believed his own lies. As if he could read the thought behind your puzzle expression and furrowed brow, he continued: “I’m going to end this killing game, once and for all! You and me, we’re gonna be the last two standing… I’ll make sure of it! Everyone else is merely an obstacle, an opposing force! Place your trust in me, and we will rule this world together!” He giggled, becoming more and more unstable with each word.

He wanted you to trust him, but had you chained up?

“This is for your own good. You’ll only get in my way, colluding with those idiots! You just don’t know what’s best for you, so you’re gonna sit here and look pretty, while I take what’s rightfully ours.” With that, he reached into his pocket, taking out what looked to be a small remote, a controller of some kind. You could only imagine its purpose.

[dansconcepts]

Balloons

A (not so) little Komahina drabble with a Kyouko (and hints of Naegiri) preamble based on this interaction from the Danganronpa Summer Camp game (and yes I 100% bought it and for full price because I'm really silly but I'm so committed for the interactions like JSKAJSKSKA I want them to be happy so bad):

Hajime: You make the flower petals like this, attach the stem… and there ya go, done! Kyouko: Huh, you're surprisingly dexterous. Kyouko: Would you mind if I took this flower? Hajime: Sure, no problem at all. Kyouko: Thanks. Keep up the good work. Kyouko exits. Hajime: I know it's a fake flower, but… giving it to a girl is still kinda embarrassing. Hajime: And to Kyouko, no less. I hope she doesn't tell the boys that she got it from me…

The detective thumbs at the rubbery material, indeed appreciating Hajime’s workmanship. He truly does seem capable of plenty, even if it was like a jack of all trades. But oftentimes is better than a master of one. She retorts her silent conjecture. And indeed, it shows in the way his determination seems to spark around people who are motivated in their passions.

It is just like the creation of this flower. The happy yellow it sprouts reminds her of a certain classmate. She has no need to act coy to herself, it is prevalent to her that her emotions have strayed to a place she never anticipated them to go.

Makoto Naegi, the Ultimate Luck. He has shown time and time again he was more than such a title. Every time he asks questions, remarks on a viewpoint she hadn’t considered, provides patience and calmness when she is unable to compose herself quickly enough… he was endearing and dependable, the type that she can’t help but be drawn to in the midst of the chaos that was her detective duties.

Perhaps she will present this flower to Makoto. It may not be overly affectionate, but she knows Makoto enjoys small acts with messages as simple as “being thought about”. It’s an idea to scoff at, with his easy going personality being the most digestible compared to her fellow classmates. He is, quite often, considered by everyone as the de facto leader of their class the moment he stepped up in second year. His development was quite admirable and impressive. Everyday, he will be greeted by everyone and talked to in one way or the other.

In that sense, it is easier to dismiss his more anxious side, melancholic and self-loathing. Although caring for others is not very easy for her despite the strides being taken by her classmates, there is something about Makoto that makes her feel adequate in giving him an ear to listen to rather than forcing physical affection.

“Kirigiri?” A soft voice pushes through her reverie. Lavender eyes trail up to stark white hair, and a more casual outfit than she has ever seen him wearing. It reflects the setting of the festival however, and she endeavours to say as much-

“I apologize for interrupting you with my presence. I know you must have more important matters than looking upon trash like me,” Kyouko’s mouth closes. Nothing has prepared her to treat this sudden situation. She is aware of Komaeda’s low self-esteem and the way it manifests, but she has never been on its receiving end and is uncertain how to proceed. Komaeda continues on regardless, “I saw this flower balloon had flown out of your hands and I managed to get it back in one piece. How lucky!”

Indeed, in his hand is the yellow flower balloon that she must have let go of during her musings. She takes it from him and nods. “Thank you Komaeda.”

He beams. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all, I’m very happy to help. It’s really the least I could do for an Ult- for such an admirable person.”

She notices the intentional slipping of the word “Ultimate”, but does not make any move to indicate her recognition of it. Clearly, it was a habit of his he was trying to stop, if his behaviour is any indication.

“Although," Komaeda says, "I did find it strange you had a balloon with you.”

“Hinata is the one making them. Although his repertoire was limited, he does what he offers quite well.”

The Ultimate Lucky student hums, turning his head back in the direction of where Hinata’s table was. “Really now? How fascinating.” He looks to the ground, and she wonders what he is pondering about.

She remembers seeing them together often, albeit in passing. She notes that their position relative to the celebration is quite distant, out closer to the beach, but still close enough to see most of the attractions. Hmm… “From what I observed, he still has about half a package of balloons left. I’m quite certain you can get one from him.”

Kyouko studies the way Komaeda turns to her warily. She has a hunch now though, and she states, “He would gladly give you one, regardless of what occurs. I think he will appreciate a more familiar presence supporting him.”

Some emotions seem to dart across Komaeda’s face, but she cannot process them all in time before it settles. He sighs. “Ah, I suppose you figured me out. As expected of the Ultimate Detective!” He praises. She sees the way he glances back to the festival tents. “I suppose I can pay a friend a visit.”

She allows herself a smile, hoping it comes off as encouraging. “Good luck.”

He laughs. “I sure hope I'll have it.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Nagito hugs himself loosely, clutching onto the soft fabric enveloping him as he walks past stands and tents. He looks around, biting his lip. A sigh inevitably escapes, much like his resolve always does.

He listens. Chatter, laughter- so much, so loud... But no cries or sobs. No cracks of wood or thumps of metal. And most thankfully, no screams. Regardless, he checks around him anyway. His presence here can change so many things. He can bring so much despair just by simply existing. Why did he possibly come in here again?

A glimpse of spiky brown hair and a familiar tie fills his vision. Right. It always traces back to Hajime.

The Reserve Course student goes to finish up shaping a red balloon into a flower, and hands it over to the Ultimate Astronaut, although his name escapes him. He can hear the “Awesome!” all the way from where he's standing, which is kind of impressive. The man makes his way to the Ultimate Caregiver, who he immediately tries giving the flower to. She looks pleased. Yet, she shouts “Do you want to die!?” so maybe he misread her?

Nagito turns back to Hajime, who’s already gesturing to him to come over. “Hey!” He smiles. “Didn’t expect to see you here!”

He frowns. “I know that my presence isn’t deserved around U-.”

“Okay, shut the fuck up. You know I’m just glad you’re out here. How are you enjoying it so far?”

“Ah. What if I said I only came to see you?” He can’t help but tease. Hajime’s ears, as predicted, turn red.

“You can’t be serious. Out of everyone else?” that are Ultimates isn't spoken, but heavily implied.

“Now who’s the one who needs to stop talking about status?” He teases.

“H-hey! I didn't even say anything!” Hajime coughs. “I know what you’re doing. Don’t change the subject.”

Nagito hums. “I’m not joking though, I did come here because of you. Kirigiri told me you made her flower balloon and I just had to see what that was about.”

Upon sharing that info, Hajime averts his gaze, clearly blushing. How interesting…

He feels tempted to smirk, but doesn't in favour of sounding noncommittal, “Something wrong about what I said, Hajime?”

“Nope, nothing.” He trails off. “…You don’t think she’s told anyone else, do you?”

Nagito crosses his arms. Why would Hajime care? Is he embarrassed? How silly. He eyes the bag of balloons and lets out an amused puff. “Well, it certainly benefitted you if she did, considering you’ve emptied the whole bag.” The sigh escapes him before he can stop it. He didn’t even realize he wanted a balloon before it was taken away.

Just his luck. How disappointing.

“Huh?" Hajime asks. "It’s empty?”

He swiftly lifts the bag. "Aha!" He calls out triumphantly. Turns out, under the opaque portion of the packaging sits a deflated green balloon.

Nagito grins. “How lucky!”

Hajime responds with a smirk. He adds as much air as possible to the balloon, and when satisfied, says, “Alright, I know you’re going to make fun of me, but I can only manage a flower and a dog. Which one do you want?”

Although he probably would’ve been quick to tease Hajime about his skills “befitting a Reserve Course student”, the mention of a dog makes the words freeze on his tongue.

“A dog would be nice.” Nagito admits.

“Oh, sure.” Hajime says, a little disconcerted by the honesty, and his eyebrows are furrowed. Adorable. He doesn’t know how Hajime isn’t an Ultimate. In a way, he almost likes that he isn’t.

Within a few minutes of tanned hands twisting and turning rubber, he is finally presented with a cute little dog.

The ends of his lips tug upwards. He gently grabs the balloon, being extra careful to transport it into his arms.

“This is wonderful.” He says breathily.

Hajime looks at Nagito, bemused. “Your eyes are sparkling. I’ve never seen you so happy.” And almost as if it was an afterthought, he adds, “It looks good on you.”

What? “H-huh?”

“It seriously can’t be that surprising. It’s… nice to see you happy. Not that you don’t already look nice! You tied your hair and even wore a jinbei for the festival. You’re looking pretty good.”

The lucky student just stares at Hajime, who grows steadily more red under the gaze. The Reserve Course student swipes his hand through the air, as if that'll somehow dispel the flurry of thoughts going through his head. “Alright, what’s with that look?”

“I’m glad you think I look ‘good’, Hajime." He starts, "I wasn’t trying to impress anyone, much less someone like yourself, but I see your eyes would be more used to seeing trash in your everyday life and thinking it’s beautiful.”

Hajime stares him down. “Nagito, anyone at this camp would agree you’re good-looking. And I know you’re just saying that shit about me being a Reserve Course because you’re spiraling a little bit.” Ah. He looks at the ground. “Hey, it’s fine. We kinda talked about this, remember? I know we’re friends.”

He doesn’t reply. How could he? To be read so easily…

A warm hand grabs his shoulder. His gaze immediately whips to Hajime's face. “D-don’t think too much about this." A flustered Hajime spits out. "Let’s just go. We’re going around and enjoying this damn festival together.”

How is Hajime Hinata real?

“Is this your way of getting a date, Hajime?” He says playfully instead. “You could have just asked, you know. I’m sure Chiaki- or anyone else really- would not have declined.”

Hajime gives a raised eyebrow at the mention of Chiaki, but doesn’t seem to press it. Instead, he goes, “I’d rather be here with you, to be honest. I said it already, but it’s nice to have you out here. I might as well enjoy it while I can.”

Nagito shuts up at that. While judging Hajime the whole time, his face isn't any better, probably looking crimson at this point.

“And you dropped this.” Hajime waves the green balloon dog that ended up in his hands. The Ultimate blinks, surprised he had let go of it. However, the wind picks it out of Hajime’s hand and starts carrying it on its currents.

“Shit!” Hajime exclaims. He jumps, but it flies out of his reach.

“Fuck! I’m sorry Nagito, I didn’t mean to lose it.”

He easily waves it off with a chuckle. “No, it’s alright. Besides, you could always make another one.”

“I mean, honestly, this was pretty fun." Hajime admits, "I wouldn’t mind doing it again…”

And Hajime trails off, and he knows exactly why, considering he’s leaned in in that cutesy way he’s seen girls in dramas do. He smirks at Hajime’s bewildered face. While amused, he backs off, as if it was merely an accidental brush.

He sends him an innocent smile. Olive eyes narrow in response, but they face forward again in silent acceptance. It would be quite impressive, if Hajime’s face wasn’t flushed.

“There’s a restaurant here. You’re coming with me.”

He nods happily.

Things could always be worse because of my luck, but for some reason I feel like, perhaps, I'll be okay. But can I hope? Do I dare hope?

Nothing hurts more than hope getting crushed.

…But maybe…

Maybe this is worth it.

[fishhawish]

I need a Nagito x reader where reader falls in love with Nagito but is talentless and confesses but gets rejected and then is brutally murdered a week later. (I wanna see your take on this everyone does it differently)

Anyways I love nagito lol he's hot

Hoped a little too hard (Unfinished no motivation)

Paring: nagito x reader

Type: angst

Summery: Nagitos rejects reader only to regret it when they die

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As you felt yourself coming to an end, watching your killers serious expression plastered on their face. All you could do was thank her for ending your agony. Bidding your murderer well, she stays with you in your final moments knowing the incident that happened only a week ago.

"A BODY HAS BEEN DISCOVERED!!"

Close friends sobbing at your side, Hajime turning pale as usual upon finding a body. Your friends wanted this game to be over. And so did the ultimate lucky student. His eyes stare at your dull body, "where you always this beautiful" he wondered. It's not like he cared much.

Why would he care for some stupid reverse course? You're not an ultimate so he never thought to care. He hated you, you followed him like a lost puppy, you tried to gift him anything but what he liked, and you always tried to act like an ultimate.

And yet why did his chest ache, why did his stomach ache with nervousness when he saw your body. He wanted to cry. Isn't that what he wanted? For you to disappear. He couldn't understand why he felt this way.

There's no way he'd care for anyone that's less than an ultimate right? That scene replaying in his mind, your tears falling down, him scolding and tearing you down with hurtful words that you couldn't understand why he would ever say.

"Nagito, I have feelings. Would you accompany me on a date perhaps?" Your voice gently rang.

"And why would I ever care about a reverse course? You're not even close to an ultimate, you don't radiate hope, all you are is the core of despair. I wish you weren't here because you take the hope away from the ultimates."

He didn't even look at you again.

All you did was stare at him in silence until he left, before you fell to the ground shedding your tears. Nagitos words invading your mind daily. Up until the point your hope for reciprocation turned into a hope for an ending.

"Peko, will You stay for my last moments?" As you look at her light headed, bleeding out. All she does is nods at you confirms nobody will catch her before seating herself next to you. She watches you pass away , taking your last breaths.

Although not one to stay for anyone but Fuyohiko, she saw the agony in your eyes, triggering guilt for you. She looks down before making haste and quickly evacuates when you die.

Nagito is speechless, now wishing he spent time with you before you where gone. And yet he still can't understand any of it. And now when he's alone he can't help but shed a few tears.

[weemopuu]

wahhhhhh q-q nagi-chan comfort meeeee

AAAAAAAAAA rare angst?? Its been a small thing I've been wanting to vent about for ages and this helps me feel a bit better after all the weirdness that i've been feeling recently qwq based off an actual conversation I had so pls be gentle..

[mortemlifeness]

Perhaps, if Fortune had been favorable, he could have prevented this. Perhaps they would be happy together, although such trash as he didn't dare to think about such a thing.

But now all that Nagito sees in front of him is the blissful face of his girlfriend, her eyes filled with despair... And most importantly, she is in the arms of Ultimate Despair. This incarnation of the devil broke Mikan and convinced her that only "it" understood and loved her on a deep level, no one else.

And those cold blue eyes stare at thr young guy, and a Cheshire smile plays on the “devil’s” lips. She coos happily.

“These are all the consequences of your actions! But now she's mine! She is only mine!”

Nagito takes out a gun from under his jacket, which he luckily found, and points it at Ultimate Despair itself. All he have to do is pull the trigger... And make sure Mikan doesn't get hit by a bullet.

The “devil” grins, she is not afraid of him. She decides to put pressure on him with one single phrase.

"And it's all your fault."

[frickingnerd]

you're mine (but not really)

pairing: nagito komaeda x gn!reader (+hajime hinata)

summary: you ask nagito to be your date to a party. but he takes things too serious when hajime shows interest in you...

tags: fake dating / relationship, jealous!nagito, use of y/n, silly & wholesome fluff, nagito & hajime crushing on reader

nagito watched, as you laughed and talked with hajime, his heart twisting whenever you'd softly touch his arm or lean in a bit. he knew that you liked hajime. it was obvious to everyone but hajime. and nagito liked you. which seemed to be obvious to everyone but you.

nagito gritted his teeth, before forcing himself to look away. he knew you didn't like him the same way you liked hajime. he knew, he should've never got his hopes up, when you asked him to accompany you to this party and play your date, to get hajime a bit jealous. but nagito genuinely thought that perhaps this could be more than just pretend. yet here you were, spending your evening with hajime, when nagito should be the one by your side.

finally, he couldn't take it anymore. you had asked him to play the part of your date, to get hajime jealous, so he might as well do just that!

“who's this guy you're talking to, my love~?”

nagito surprised you from behind, wrapping an arm around your waist, while glaring at hajime. yet the second you looked up at him, he had the sweetest smile on his lips.

“oh, i haven't introduced you yet. this is hajime! and this is…”

“i'm y/n's boyfriend, nagito”

hajime had looked a bit uncomfortable ever since nagito joined the conversation, but now he had to swallow hard. he really did not want to get into trouble by flirting with someone else's partner.

“ah, i– i had no idea! it's so nice to meet you!”

hajime reached out his hand with a smile. nagito hesitated, before reaching out his free hand, his other one still holding onto you. he wouldn't let go of you, until hajime was gone. he'd play the part that you wanted him to play, even if it would ruin your chances with hajime. or rather, because it would ruin your chances with hajime. maybe you'd settle for him then…

“the pleasure is all mine, hajime”

[bayothemayo]

🎃Whumptober Day 9: “You’re a liar.” (Nagito Komaeda x Reader)🎃

Warning: 3rd Chapter Spoilers

You sat in a chair next to Nagito’s bed. Nagito had been very sickly due to the 3rd motive, aka the Despair Disease. He had the Liar Disease, everything he says is the opposite of what he is actually trying to say. He had been insulting so far, but you know that he isn’t what he is saying. It had been difficult at first to know what he is actually saying, but you are getting better at it.

“Are you going to leave?”

You turn to look at Nagito, “Yes I’m staying. How you feeling?”

“Great.”

“Thought so.” You stand up as you stretch, “Maybe I should ask Nanami to bring a game console and some games to entertain us or something…there’s no TV here though…” You put your arms to your side. It was honesty pretty boring, and you fell asleep a couple of times. You look at Nagito again and notice his messy hair, “Can I brush your hair? It will probably get mess up in around a minute, but can I? You can say no if you want.”

“No.”

You pause for a few seconds and then grab a hair brush, “It might hurt so sorry in advance.” You carefully brush out his fluffy hair, asking how he is feeling every now and then. You hum a little bit.

“I hate your humming.”

“Thanks.” You continue to brush out his hair. After a few minutes you finished, “Alright it’s done. Now I wait for the work to be undone.” You chuckled to yourself. You look at the window, noticing that it is getting dark. “Damn time went by fast.” You place on the table and relax in the chair, “Get some sleep Nagito you need it, good night.”

“I hate you.”

You smile, “Love you too.”

[dangansins-confessional]

i just really really Really wanna see hajime cry. he deserves to cry i mean he was literally lobotomized and that's like only one of the worst things he shouldve been allowed to cry even at not his worst right... i just need to see him miserable and pathetic and alllllllllllll sad and sobbing i think he'd just look really pretty and sad ! maybe get some comfort w. nagito i dont knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww i dont knaowwwwww knawowwooowowoooo.... gripping onto him so ooo tight while he just sobs into nagito's shoulder like just very suddenly and nagito is like !! nyaaa i just want to see somebody ruin hajime so he has to crawl to nagito's (or anybody honestly but i Loveeee those freaks) feet and be like :( gwahha..... help me.... :( i just want him to rely on somebody somebody love him pleaseeee but hurt him first okay okay -😿

Confession 96

[ifwebefriends]

As the sunlight filters in

Then your daily dread sets in

The cycle's beginning,

and in your head alarms are ringing

Something in you's fast asleep

Afraid to be who you will be

It's a losing battle,

so why are you still fighting?

-Counting Sheep by The Crane Wives

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[dearest-sapphics]

What is the general idea amongst the fandom on how Nagito grew up? Because his parents died when he was kid and in one of his free time events he mentions having no other relatives (which I find literally impossible it’s more likely that they just didn’t want him or they were no contact his whole life) but that leaves the question on who raised him.

Did he grow up in-and-out of foster care, was he in an orphanage, was it was strange 3rd option thanks to his luck?

Personally I like to think he was in-and-out of foster care, mostly because—not that this is true of children in foster care—it would show case him being “unwanted” by anyone. He keeps getting a foster home but then via his luck or just personal issues they loose him or bring him back.

But I wanna know what other people think.