A/n – Sorry, I’ve Been Very Busy Cause I’m Going To State For Art. I’m Waiting On My Letterman

take your time and feel better :)

Hiatus. 

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i’ve been inconsistently writing fanfics for a year now 😼😼😼

Hi! Is it okay if I can have headcanons of Nagito with a fem reader who is very adoring of him, and loves to show it through words and physical touch in a simple but passionate way? Like if he's degrading himself, reader will look mad, but then gently grab his neck or jaw and capture it in a passionate, almost possessive kiss. Or if she's cuddling him, she'll cup his cheek and murmur "my beautiful baby", then capture his lips in the same way. I'm sorry if this is too specific, I'm just feeling really self indulgent rn. 😅💖

a/n: yeah! this is literally how i show affection to my bf lmao and im trying to get this out as soon as possible bc i feel bad about making you wait. please tell me if you want me to redo it! so anyways, enjoy!

to start off, this happens a lot. like, the two of you would be cuddling on the couch and nagito would just go like, "how do you love such a worthless fool?"

and your immediate response would be to give him a death glare and to (gently) grab his cheeks and say "don't you ever say that about yourself again," kiss him aggressively and then go back to cuddling.

this'll even happen out in public too. like, he'll be looking around at all the other people around and be like, "why me of all people?" and you just look him dead in the eye and start making out with him in the middle of the mall.

needless to say, you don't like his self-deprecating words.

Looking in the mirror is pain.

His acne-ridden face. His shaggy, greasy, unkept hair. His teeth that look like creamed corn.

Every time he looks in the mirror, it's like a monster staring back.

or at least that's what he sees.

What you see is beauty.

It's so easy for you to get lost in his eyes. His long, slender fingers that are perfect for hand holding. His soft, red lips that kiss you tenderly.

Every time you look at him, all you see is perfection.

POE, ranpo, GIYUU, obanai, and any of your self-deprecating favorites!

a/n - i wanted to write a danganronpa fanfic other than nagito because you're all fools/j.

ibuki let out an exasperated sigh, fidgeting with the strings of her guitar. “even with my tuner-thingy, i can’t seem to tune it right! ibuki can’t keep doing this!” she flopped down on your shared bed. the instrument seemed to just frustrate her more and more.

“how about you take a break?” you suggested “come back with a clear head.”

the rain pitter-pattered on the roof, the perfect weather to keep ibuki feeling down. “i don’t wanna” she complained, “i want to play!”

you joined her in laying down, jumping onto the bed. “doesn’t ibuki own another guitar?” you smirked, pointing to the other, equally awesome, guitar in the corner of the room.

“you’re.. right!” she perked back up, her cheerful smile spreading across her face. she quite literally rolled off the bed and hit the floor with an oomph. springing back up, she skipped over to the spare guitar and picked it up.

“what’d i tell ‘ya?” with a laugh, you sat up.

“yeah, yeah. now here’s a song i’ve been working on, ‘i squeezed out the baby yet i have no idea who the father is’!” oh no..

a/n- i know i haven’t been posting like normal and i’ve kinda been going off the rails. i’m sorry. i’ve been super busy with color guard and i’ve had state exams for the past three weeks. so have a little bit of an odd formatted treat.

nerd boys who blush at the tiniest bit of flirting. it’s funny. just a quick blown kiss will send them into overdrive. they put their hands over their face to hide the ever growing blush. pay them a compliment and they’ll fold.

POE, atsushi, SIGMA, giyuu, obanai, GOROU, LEVIATHAN

clown boys who love to do the dumbest shit with you. cringe tik tok eboy cosplay? sign them the hell up. going out to a playground at three am to disturb the peace? already on the way to your house. you want, they’re down for.

dazai, NIKOLAI, ranpo, UZUI, douma, venti, KEAYA, ITTO, childe, MAMMON

sweet boys who memorize every detail about you. they show up in your doorstep every valentine’s day with your favorite candy, your favorites, and other assortments of your favorites. wanting to do everything they can and taking care of you is their love language.

chuuya, kunikida, THOMA, zhongli, ayato, kaveh, BARBATOS, SIMEON

strict boys who, even if they have a tendency to not show it, they love you. they’ll tell you off and whatnot. they’ll argue with you. but, at the end of the day, they’re at your beck and call.

fyodor, fukuzawa, AKUTAGAWA, SANEMI, DILUC, CYNO, tighnari, neuvillette, LUCIFER

guys i’m so sorry. marching season is starting up so i’ve been super busy. i also got grounded so i couldn’t use my laptop and i hate writing on my phone. but i promise i’ll get to requests and such. TwT.

in other news, i’m fifteen now so i’ll add that to my bio later. :3

the mask goes on the minute other people look.

make eye contact. too much, look away. now smile and nod. stop bouncing your leg. make them like you.

those are his thoughts. because too many people have called him weird. too many people have pointed and laughed. too many people made fun of him for just being himself.

oh, but you..

you remind him it's okay to unmask. you smile, listening to him ramble about his interests. you could listen for hours and never get bored.

when you notice his discomfort in a crowd. when you help him communicate when he's too overwhelmed to talk.

with you, the ribbon that holds the mask together comes undone. with you, his mask falls to the ground.

POE, RANPO, dazai, GIYUU, kenma, l lawliet, near, WANDERER, AL HATHIAM, kaveh, LYNEY, and any of your autistic favorites!

a/n - before i get started on the requests in my inbox, i just wanted to show you guys a piece i wrote with my a couple of my ocs :)

Abielle sighed as her flag clanged on the floor, “god! I’m gonna fucking scream!” Why in the world couldn’t she get this damn toss right? She looked at the video on her phone as it played over and over again. It was a simple parallel toss. Open to the front, bring it behind the head, and flick. It wasn’t supposed to be this damn hard.

The sounds of her frustration echoed through the nearly empty dance gym and the only other person to hear her was her squad leader, Morgan. “Keep it in the toaster,” she mumbled through chews of her salad.

“I’m trying!” Abielle yelled back as she tossed it once more. Her arms were feeling heavy from how many times she’s done it without rest. This time, the flag flew across the gym, almost hitting Morgan.

Morgan jumped back slightly and nearly choked on her food. “Control,” she reminded.

Abielle groaned, flopping down on the hard floor, “I wanna go home!” She was tired, weak, and not to mention stressed from a week of tests and exams. She just didn’t want to do color guard at that moment despite going to sectionals on her own accord.

Aggravated, she quite literally rolled her way over to her flag. Morgan had tried so hard to hold back a giggle at Abielle’s reflection in the dance mirrors.

Once over to her flag, she wrapped the silk around her body. “I’m taking a nap,” she said dramatically while hugging the pole.

“Night-night,” Morgan chimed as she stifled a laugh.