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By the way, fanfiction isn't the place for reviews or criticism.

When you're a published author, it's like you're preparing a meal in a food competition. You expect a rating and to be told what worked and what didn't to improve your craft and embark on your career.

When you're a fanfiction author, it's like taking some of your free time to enjoy the process of baking cookies and then offering them to someone to be kind.

If you take a cookie from the plate, you don't spit it out and tell them it sucked.

Unless the writer asks for your opinion, you can keep it to yourself.

Adding this to clarify, and you don't have to agree with this by any means, I cannot force you to, but the reason Ao3 and Fanfiction isn't the space for criticism and ratings...is that it is a fan space created by fans for fans.

It isn't school.

It is a space where people with the same interests can congregate and enjoy the same fandom.

When you think about commenting on an fanfic authors fics, don't think if it as fishing around in your pocket to give them a compliment.

Compliments are nice. Most everyone likes compliments.

"I like your character development."

"You paint wonderful imagry."

Those are comments that are compliments. Speaking for myself as a fanfic writer they're nice, but they're not what my fan heart craves.

I want engagement with my readers.

The best comments I get aren't talking about my skill as a writer, but what just happened in the story because you and I (the reader) are already fans of the world created.

Comments like:

"NOOOOOOOO!"

"Did she actually just do that?"

"EXCUSE me?!?!"

None of these comments are compliments and none are critical. They are emotionally aligned with the story. They are engaged and with this engagement we create a little community in this tiny little space we get to call ours.

I cannot stop people from saying cruel things, but I can inform those people of the "dangers" so to speak when people treat fandom spaces like Ao3 as if it's Goodreads.

Writers, who write for themselves and offer it to you out of kindness, can decide that if people are just going to spit out their cookies they don't need to post about them anymore and that is how fandom spaces die.

If you don't like the flavor of cookie they made, or you're allergic to one of its ingredients...don't eat the cookie. Put it back for someone else to enjoy and then go find the flavor you do like.

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒: I haven't written in so long, and I haven't written for Dabi/Touya before, so he might be completely OOC. Sorry!! This also took me 2 and a half hours, starting at 2 in the morning, so apologies for any typos!

𝐼𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: That's So True by Gracie Abrams. And thanks to @rueclfer for letting me bounce the idea off them!

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Touya Todoroki, ex reader.

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You really aren’t a nosy person. Well, maybe that’s not entirely true, but you usually aren’t so nosy as to keep watch over the guests in each apartment, making excuses for a reason to leave your own apartment every thirty seconds, just to see when, or if, they leave.

You can’t help yourself when it comes to their apartment, though. The one you’ve spent countless hours in, even considering it a home away from home, despite the fact that your actual home was only about five feet away.

But it hasn’t been your second home for a while now. You know the tenants haven’t changed. The decor is the same. But you can’t bring yourself to stay longer than ten minutes. Not when he’s home.

Touya Todoroki, your ex-boyfriend. You dated for three years and know nearly everything about each other, but even though you both swore you’d make it through thick and thin together, it didn’t work out the way you’d hoped. Life never seemed to.

You knew you’d never be able to replace him, but you also knew you were tying each other down. It was for the better this way… It’d sting, but you could manage alone for a while.

Apparently, you were the only one who felt that way, though.

You hadn’t meant to be nosy; you just happened to be taking out your garbage at the same time the woman entered Touya’s apartment. Sure, he shared the place with Keigo, but you hadn’t seen the winged man all day, and no sensible person would invite someone over when they weren’t even home. Which must mean one thing.

Touya’s moved on. Found a new girl to replace you, just like that. You can’t deny she’s pretty, but the fact that he could move on after being with you for three years stung a little. More than a little. It hurt like hell.

But it wasn’t your place to care anymore. It wasn’t like he was cheating. He’s a ‘free bird’ as Keigo liked to joke. You didn’t find it funny.

You didn’t recognize the girl. She wasn’t anyone you’d seen with the League, and she certainly wasn’t Touya’s sister. You’d met Fuyumi before, and as far as you knew, she was the only Todoroki daughter. Besides, they don’t even look alike.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had no more excuses to roam the halls, and anyway, it wasn’t like you couldn’t talk to your neighbors about guests, right?

As you marched across the hall, you almost felt bad for the earful Touya was in for. Almost. He deserved it for this little stunt.

Just as you raise your fist to bang on the door and demand he come out and talk to you like a man, the door swings open. The fiery drive from mere seconds before is extinguished with the sound of the creaking hinges, leaving you feeling off-kilter. Unfortunately for you, there’s no task to suddenly rush off to complete or explain your sudden presence right outside his door.

He leans against the doorframe lazily, as he always does when people leave the apartment, as if he wants to make sure they know their stay is over, and not to try and reenter.

As the girl makes her way down the hall, you decide now’s actually the best time to return to your own apartment, no lecture necessary. She’s gone now, there’s no problem if he wants to have friends…

“Y’need something?” He asks, staying put against the doorframe, despite the visitor being long gone by this point.

You can’t just ignore him. He’s only being polite, after all. And besides, it’s not like you’re angry at him.

Actually. Yeah, you are still a little angry with him.

You spin around to face him again, taking in his lazy posture, the raised eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest. The way he still somehow towers over you, even when he’s slouching—

Focus.

“Uh,” You say, plastering a friendly smile on your lips. What are you even doing?

“Uh?” He echoes teasingly, clearly finding amusement in your position, caught red-handed standing outside his door like that.

“You had a guest.”

You can’t think of anything better to say, and you mentally kick yourself for pointing out the obvious. Why are you so awkward anyway? It’s just Touya.

He snorts at that, nodding slowly.

“Clearly.” His tone is sarcastic, but not exactly rude. Still, he’s not taking you seriously.

“And? Is she any good?” You suddenly feel less squirmy. He needs to understand. Needs to take this seriously.

His eyebrows fly up, and for a moment, he’s got nothing to say.

“I mean, how long have you known her? You’re obviously comfortable enough to invite her over. And she’s okay with the fact that you sometimes cry after sex? Or did that suddenly change since we broke up?”

You don’t even know what you’re saying anymore, just that you need to get it all out. Your mouth is working faster than your brain, and you don’t even consider the fact that you actually have no idea what kind of relationship they may or may not have.

“I mean, she’s pretty, yeah, but that can’t be all there is, right? Is she, like, super emotionally deep? Or maybe she doesn’t take anything seriously; maybe that’s how she’s better-”

By this point, Touya’s overcome his shock, simply looking at you with an amused smirk, head tilted slightly as if looking down at a puppy making noises for something it can’t communicate, try as it might.

“You done?” He asks simply, giving you a moment to collect yourself and calm the thoughts whirling around your brain at one million miles per second.

Considering his question, you realize that you’ve already talked at him long enough and haven’t even given him a chance to answer a single one of your accusations. Your shoulders slump slightly as you give a nod.

“As flattering as it is that you think I could find someone that quick, she wasn’t here for me. She was here for the bird.” He offers his reassurance with a chuckle and a smirk you know isn’t meant to charm, but it somehow does anyway.

“I thought Keigo wasn’t home,” You defend, losing all of your previous steam.

“He wasn’t, earlier. He’s conked out on the couch right now, but I assure you he’s very much here.” Touya straightens up, taking a step to the side, no longer blocking your view into the apartment. Just as Touya had said, Keigo is sprawled out across their couch in the living room.

You suddenly feel so stupid. All of these baseless accusations thrown around, and the only thing it proved was that you clearly still weren’t over him. And now you’d made it clear as day to him, too. Getting jealous over an assumption. What an idiot.

“You know I don’t invite people into my home, Sweets,” Touya interrupts your internal berating, and you’re so hung up on the familiar, almost bittersweet nickname dripping off his tongue like the sweetest honey that you almost miss the next words out of his mouth.

“No one but you.”

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𝒩𝑜𝓋𝒶 - 𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇

✩࿐ 𝑀𝓎 𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝒜𝒸𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓂𝒾𝒶

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𝒮𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑜𝓋𝒶 - 𝒟𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇 (𝒱𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒪𝓁𝒹)

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✩࿐ 𝑀𝓎𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝑀𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇

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𝑀𝓎 𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝒜𝒸𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓂𝒾𝒶

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Touya Todoroki:

Ex-lovers, Neighbors

the suffering never ends

“omg what fandoms are you in??“

bro i find a new piece of media i like, join the fandom, hyperfocus on it for multiple months, lose interest, find an older fandom i used to be part of, check that one out for a month, hyperfocus, lose interest, and the cycle goes on…

no FUCKING way

I just found the Death Note 2006 live action movies, both of them, with the english dub. I found the fucking english dub of them.

y'all internet archive is where it's AT

anyway here's the first and here's the 2nd, enjoy but don't snitch on me

this site also has every death note book there is, just search for it and it's there.

You can only reblog this today.

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

saeyoung, pouring redbull into a pot of black coffee: the deadline is tomorrow so I'm gonna die one way or another

Sweet nothings escaped his lips. They were uttered in a hurry, frenzied by how little time he had, but he had nothing to fear. You were grateful for time you got to spend with him, no matter how short it might have been. Ray was busy. He was always busy with work. But, he would make a point of ensuring that a part of his day would bring him back to you. It was no surprise that he had devoted himself to working ahead of himself to be in your room right before the hour struck twelve. He wanted to be there with you on a day that was blessed. It was blessed to him as it was a day that you were brought into the world to exist.

"Today I'm grateful you're alive. I feel like I'm the luckiest man in the world because I get to be the first person to greet you on a day that is all about you. I'm honored. My heart is beating out of my chest the longer I think about the things I want to say to you on a day like today. A day as special as today. I want to see you smile. I want you to have the best day of your life. I want to give you the best day of your life. If I can grant your every wish today, my life will be worth it. Our life together will be worth it."

Ray's gloved hands were pressed against your face. He was holding your head up just enough that you could take a better look at him, and better yet, not look away. His dazzling eyes were quite enough to captivate you from the start. If he knew that, you didn't have a clue. What you did know is that there was a yearning inside of you that was growing just as quickly as his head.

"I never was one for birthdays. I don't think I could celebrate mine. It never feels like a happy occasion, but that's why I want you to feel like one. I want this to be your occasion of bliss and joy. I want this day to be yours. Yours and nobody else's. Tell me all of your deepest desires. What do you want? It doesn't matter if there is work waiting for me on my desk when I return, I will make sure your day is perfect."

The more time you spent with him, the more you became ensnared in those mint pools. In ways, it was intoxicating. You wanted more and more of it. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that he felt the same. A part of you couldn't bring yourself to admit you'd wished that you could submerse yourself in that pool.

"My God/dess. Say what you want and I will bring it to you. All I want to see is you happy. The smallest smile on your face will be the best gift that I could receive on a day like today. You are the reason I can dream of salvation and the sky. You are a gift to the world, and I don't intend to let you feel forgotten by the world. You are my world. You are my sky. You're my... You're mine. You are mine and I will cherish the ground you walk on until the day I die. Today is just another reminder. A reminder that I will always be happy to celebrate at your altar.*

His praise was gentle, and somehow, his yearning was stronger. Normally, there was hesitance in his voice as his insecurities ate away at him, but today, there was none of that. There was only a look in his eyes that said that he would not be deterred.

Maybe today didn't mean that much to you. Maybe today wasn't a good day because birthdays were always a mixed bag. Maybe today was a good day because it was a day all about you. Ray couldn't say he knew about whatever was running through your mind, but he knew things about you that nobody else did, but that didn't mean he knew you as well as you knew yourself. Those were the things he wanted to know more than anything.

If he could know everything, it would be impossible for people to wrench him away from you.

If you were glued to the hip joint, nothing could tear you apart. That was what he was thinking. It didn't take rocket science to figure that out from the look in his eyes.

Frankly, there were no material possessions in the world you could think of. You knew if you named anything, he would find a way to make it happen. He was that kind of person. It didn't matter if you asked for a cake that was seventeen tiers. Ray was the kind of person who wanted to make sure you got exactly what you wanted.

There were no objects of your desire you wanted to have. The reality was that nothing interested you as a present. There were plenty of things you could've named. Between practical and personal enjoyment, there were a lot of things in the world that were nice. But, would they have meant anything? Would those things make you feel complete? Why would you want anything when you already had somebody in your life who was everything you could have ever wanted?

What more could you want?

"I want you, Ray," you whispered.

"I'm yours," he said. That euphoric looking his eyes made you feel complete. It didn't matter if it was twisted or if the world didn't understand a single word of it. "Happy birthday, my flower. If that is your wish, I will do my best to be a gift worth your time."

"I tried to be like a father to you, Luciel." V's eyes, more cloudy with each passing day, are sad.

Saeyoung's eyes, in contrast, are hard and cold. He hopes that V has enough sight left to see the hatred in them, blazing like hellfire. He feels a sort of twisted satisfaction that it could be the last thing he sees with those once oh-so-honest eyes.

"Well," Saeyoung says, "we both know I've never had much luck with fathers."

no matter how much i say, i will never have said enough. no matter how much i love, i will never have loved enough. no matter how alive i am, i will never have lived enough.

there is so much of this world and of myself to give to it and everything on it but i will never have enough time because i will never run out of myself, of love and care and need and humanity.

i am so afraid i won’t have enough time to be with the people i want to be with but in the end, i am simply glad i don’t want my time to be done already anymore. i am glad i appreciate life and time and that i live to live now.

i am glad birds will sing and suns will rise and waves will crash and people will talk to me tomorrow and the tomorrow after that too. i am glad i breathe and think and smell and touch and taste and i love so deeply with all of me.

i am glad to be alive. i am glad to be me. i am glad to have the earth under my feet and my friends in my hands and my desire for everything in my mind. i am.

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New people with empty accounts that are suddenly following me, I really need you to do something that looks like a human person. I’ve been here long enough now to remember the old wars, and you are coming into my home wearing the uniform of our enemies.

Don't hold back your tears.

i think the funniest and realist thing i’ve realized lately is how troubling idealization can be. every person is just… a person. the very people you want to impress or be apart of are just people. even if they seem wildly intimidating because of the way they look or because of their reputation, every one is just a person. human. as embarrassing, as remorseful and they are going through stages of growth just like you are. we only see what we want to see and then drown ourselves further in our own depression and we don’t have to.

watching videos of people explaining why somebody who watched a video and had a bad opinion of it is wrong and why you should watch their video on why that video is good instead. watching movies make fun of movies and books make fun of books and everyone is wrong all the time and you should buy my product, fuck my fleshlight, eat my food and hate everything else.

if you don't, you're wrong and you need to get off the internet, snowflake. grow the fuck up, liberal. you communist dickhead, you nazi scum. you chronically-online bastard, you don't understand anything if you don't agree with me.

oh, you don't like the way something is? get over it or kill yourself. who cares about inflation? on Shein, it's only two dollars. who cares about child labor or sweatshops? it's not like buying the clothes from this store does anything. who cares about what I do? I'm a minuscule part of the universe. the ocean cares. the landfill cares. the atmosphere cares. the people selling useless shit to you care.

so why don't you care? you're desensitized because you watched porn when you were five, because you saw a guy's head get blown off in a third world country online when you were eight. because you've got your unicorn sour lollipop watermelon blue raspberry nicotine and you're not even planning on living that long anyway so what difference does it make, do you make.

what does it fucking matter anymore? why do we try? who cares? who fucking cares?

...

why do you care about that, it's not like you'll make a difference anyway? why do you try to help people when there's bad people out there? why do you clean your room if it's just going to get dirty again? why do you try if you're going to fail?

...

"It takes great courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it" - Oscar Wilde.

we must try. we must care. we must listen and grow and heal. we must be better. be the goodness you want to see around you, inspire what you desire. forgive yourself, move on and fix yourself. change is possible, in fact, it's the only thing that is. we can do better.

we are the power, we are the world, we are the change. we are good.

i love telling people they remind me of someone i haven’t met yet because it’s so true

you remind me of a soul i know in the future or in some other reality i am not currently conscious in and i tell you that out of pure love.

your soul is so beautiful to me that i’ve met it and loved in twice in two different people and when i meet it again in the future i will love you through them.

I have one more request that I know of but I’ll have to get to it tomorrow because I had more stuff to do today than I thought which left less time to work on my writing :(

I’m hoping for another snow day but if not, I’ll still work on it when I can <3

Since I feel bad about the Nagito and Kokichi frenimies fic being so short, I’ll post a piece that I wrote from an old rp with a friend.

Basically it is a lot of the characters from all games (including Ultra Despair Girls) and in this piece they are being transported from one school to somewhere else. Coincidentally, Nagito and Kokichi did NOT get along at all in the RP but they both helped the MC/Reader figure things out for the trials.

Please beware that this fic mentions Blood, Scars and Kidnapping, along with the other possibly triggering topics from Danganronpa.  

I hope you enjoy :)

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    You woke up to see the inside of a small bus. Nagito was leaning against the window in the seat to the right of you, across the aisle, watching the surroundings. An unconscious Kokichi was in the seat right next to you on the left. There were bars separating the Monokuma driver and you three; the type you'd see in a cop car. Nagito wasn't wearing his jacket as usual, and you quickly noticed it was placed over your shoulders with your arms out of the sleeves. He didn't seem to be cold, but it was pretty chilly so you felt bad that he let you wear it instead of him. It was dark and rainy outside; definitely not the weather to go without a coat.

    You figured that Nagito had probably been awake for a while, seeing as he was calm about the situation; acting as if this was just a normal drive somewhere. He almost looked like he was bored. He had his arm on the bottom of the window and was leaning his head against it. You don’t remember getting onto a bus. The last thing you remember was standing in the hallway of the 5th floor of Hope's Peak Academy. ‘They must have knocked us out’, you figured.

You looked up through the front window to see another bus in front, similar to the one you were in right now. Looking behind you through the back window, you saw a few more buses trailing behind. ‘Maybe they’re be relocating us for some reason, though why they decided to split us up, I'm not sure.’ 

When you turned to look through the back window, you felt a sharp pain in your stomach. You dismissed it as  hunger pangs, as you knew you hadn't eaten much today. 

  You placed your arms over your stomach and it seemed to help it feel a little better. At that point, Nagito noticed you were awake, but didn't say anything. You decided to break the monotonous silence, aside from the rain pattering and the engine rumbling through the bus.

"Thanks.. For the jacket, I mean." You said.

He picked his head up and turned to you. 

"Of course. I assumed you would be cold, and someone like you should be warmer than someone filthy like me." He smiled a little, as if he hadn't just insulted himself. It's almost as if he didn't realize he was being self-deprecating.

Deciding to ignore the last remark, you  just shook your head and continued.

"If you get cold let me know, though, so I can return it to you, okay?"

"...Alright." It seemed like he wanted to decline, but decided against it. He just put his arm back on the side and leaned against it again.

You looked out the window and watched the road stretch on. Aside from the other buses, there were no cars on the road. You wondered why they left the windows uncovered. ‘You'd think they would cover them or even keep us knocked out long enough to get to wherever we were going.’ 

After who-knows-how-long, Kokichi started rustling. He sat up groggily and looked around confused, as you had done not long ago. After waking up more and taking in his surroundings he turned to look at the two of you.

"Why are you wearing his jacket? Are you two dating now or something?" He said, looking disgusted; however he was obviously joking.

"Well good morning, sunshine. Why were your legs on my shins? Does that make us a couple?" You shot back, also joking. 

He looked a little shocked, but still chuckled and quickly moved his legs.

"Soo... Where are we?" He said, looking out the window, though there was nothing that could be used to your advantage to figure out where you were.

"Your guess is as good as mine. Nagito's been awake the longest, since I woke up not long before you did." You shrugged and turned to Nagito.

After hearing his name, Nagito turned to face you and nodded,

"That's true, but I haven't seen a single sign or building since waking up. So we still have nothing." He sighed and slouched.

You could tell he didn't want to say anything if he didn't need to. Seeing as they both disliked each other, he probably didn't want to aggravate Kokichi or end up upsetting himself.

Kokichi huffed and went to cross his arms but winced and put his left arm back down. "Ow.." He muttered

"What’s the matter?" You asked. 

Even Nagito was focused on the situation. You both waited as you watched Kokichi try to shake off the pain.

"That really hurt. It felt like I've been stabbed in my arm." He was looking at his arm in the sleeve as much as he could without moving it around.

"You might need to pull up your sleeve. There might be something underneath." You said sitting forward a little. 

"Yeah but.. It's near my shoulder at the back, so even if I could pull up my sleeve that high- which I don't think I can- I won't be able to check it." Kokichi said, slouching a little at the realization that he'd need one of you to check it for him. "I'm sure I'm fine though." He said, but that was clearly a lie.

"That obviously hurt. I can check it for you." You sat up further and started leaning towards him, putting your hand closer to his arm to take a look.

He slapped your hand away with his uninjured hand.

"No. You don't need to take my shirt off for me. I’m fine." He said, turning away from you, and he seemed to be in a sour mood. He leaned up against the window, probably to use the cold window like an ice-pack, though he looked pained when his arm came in contact with the glass.

"Well I'll gladly switch places with Nagito so he can check for you, if you’d prefer that." You sat back the way you were a minute ago.

Your stomach stung from moving, but you didn't want to worry them with that fact, and you hadn't noticed it as much because were worried about Kokichi's arm.

Nagito sighed.

"Sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to swap places with you." He gestured to his legs, "It seems like they’ve sliced my legs. Right above the knee. I hadn't noticed any blood- if there was any- because of how dark my pants are but when I went to put my jacket on you, I couldn't properly stand to do so. I didn't mention it because I assumed my luck made me get hurt while we were unconscious. That doesn't seem to be the case, however..." He continued.

"So, do you think they harmed us all so we wouldn't, or rather, couldn't fight back?" You said. No wonder your stomach hurt, it was probably caused by whoever's working with Monokuma.

"Well, that makes sense. But you don't seem to be in pain. So you could still do something, right?" Kokichi said to you, now holding his, assumed, injury with his right hand.

"..." You paused before answering. You weren’t totally sure if your stomach was damaged in some way, or if it was just hurting, but you didn’t feel comfortable pulling up your shirt to check right now.

"From what I saw when you first woke up, when you went to turn around to look out the window, you winced in pain as well. And since you had your arms over your stomach for a while, I'm assuming that's where they hurt you too? If that is the case, anyway." Nagito piped in. You didn't realize he saw that, but it seems he's a lot more observant than you’d thought.

"Yeah, that sounds about right. But I don't know if that's from hunger or if that's from the Monokumas." You said.

"So why don't you check? It's somewhere that you could check easily, so you won't need help." Kokichi said, clearly getting annoyed.

"Yeah, but I can't just go pulling my shirt up to check. It’s just uncomfortable to do that right now.." You said, slouching a little. 

Kokichi sighed, shook his head slightly, turned more towards the window, and kept his gaze outside. You could tell he was irritated, not because he had to look away, but probably because of the situation you were in.

Nagito also turned his body towards the window, leaned his arm against it and rested his head in his hand. He even went the extra mile to close his eyes, though you weren't sure if that’s out of respect for the situation, or if he was just tired.

You took your left hand and held both sides of Nagito’s jacket closed in front of you as extra covering, and lifted your shirt underneath. As you’d expected, you had a clean slice on your stomach. Though for some reason it wasn’t bleeding, nor did it look all that fresh. It looked more like you’d been cut a few days prior and it was just starting to heal. You were upset about the fact that they went out of their way to hurt the three of you, but at the same time, it intrigued you as to how it could look so healed when you couldn’t have been asleep for more than a few hours.

You lowered your shirt and let go of Nagito’s jacket.

Kokichi hadn’t, and couldn’t, check his wound and Nagito probably couldn’t check his either, which was why you’d assumed the reason you hadn’t seen blood was because Nagito and you both wore dark clothes near the wounds and from the angle of Kokichi’s wound, you figured you wouldn’t have been able to see blood even if there was any.

Even though you had finished checking, the boys stayed looking out the window in silence. You were sure that you reaction, or lack thereof, proved the theory true, giving them no reason to ask whether or not you were right.

You thought about also sitting in silence, but the fact that there was no blood on your stomach at all was something that should probably be mentioned, especially since you needed to work together. You leaned forward.

“Hey! How long were we asleep for?” You yelled to the Monokuma driver, though there was no response. You hadn’t really expected for there to be one.

The boys both turned and looked at you; Kokichi, again, looked confused and irritated. Nagito just looked tired.

“There, uh.. Wasn’t any blood. I just thought it was odd, if we were only asleep for a few hours, there’d be blood, right? At least dried blood, right? It was completely clean, and didn’t look that fresh..” You said, sitting back again.

Kokichi just looked more stunned but Nagito seemed to be thinking about the implications of what you’d just said.

“Are you saying that we’ve been asleep for longer than a day, at least..?” 

“Seems like it..” You said, sighing. 

Nagito just shook his head at the thought. He wasn’t disagreeing with you; it was more of a disappointment in the thought of the Monokumas and their actions.

Nagito and Kokichi Frenemies

Author’s Notes: I’m so sorry this request took so long, @manacat​

I wasn’t sure where to go with this because I’ve had a few ideas for it but they all were very unrelated to one another. I might make another part to this in the future :)

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You sat at your desk, writing a few final touches to your poster. A playlist- made up of many different genres of music by both of your guests- was playing through the speakers on your computer. Bickering behind you were your best friends who, at the moment, felt more like children you were babysitting.

"You know, you'd think that with the type of money you have, you'd buy a hairbrush," Kokichi said, tugging his fingers through Nagito's hair.

"Oh? I guess I hadn't thought about it." Nagito said, smiling, though wincing at every tug.

You turned to the two, who decided that your room would be the best place to have a sleepover. Though you originally invited them over to help work on the project.

You can't blame Nagito all that much, he really did help with a lot of the information for the presentation. As for Kokichi...

 "Hey! HEY! What if we used a razor and I could shave it all? I wonder what you would look like with a shiny bald head?" Kokichi shouted, excitedly.

"Wouldn't that be a GREAT idea Y/N??" Kokichi shouted to you.

"I actually prefer the fluffy cloud hair... But you really should brush it, Nagito." You said, putting the eraser of your pencil against your lip.

"My head is actually quite sensitive, but I guess I could brush it."

“It’s only sensitive because you have so much hair. I can help fix that for you!” Kokichi said, twirling a strand of hair in his fingers.

“No thanks. I think I’ll stick with the sensitive head.” Nagito said, defensively.

With nothing else to add, the boys fell relatively silent. 

"All done." You said, leaning back in your chair and stretching.

"Nice work. I can proofread it and make any edits tomorrow." Nagito said, applauding your efforts.

"Sweet! Now we can play games riiiight?" Kokichi said, bouncing to his feet.

"I could go for a game or two." You said, looking to Nagito for his answer. 

"It couldn't hurt. Of course, I happen to be very unlucky so I shouldn't be much of a concern in terms of winning."

"Blah blah blah, unlucky this, lucky that. We get it, you're bad at games," Kokichi said, lightheartedly mocking Nagito, using his hand as a fake mouth, "You don't gotta make things up just to feel better about it!" 

Kokichi smiled a big toothy grin, to show he meant no harm.

"Well, don't cry if I happen to win then." Nagito said, mimicking Kokichi's smile. 

"Yeah, yeah, less smack talk and more playing, yeah?" You said, setting up the game.

Within 5 minutes, Nagito had won easily. Within ten, Kokichi took the lead and smack-talked his way through every round. Within twenty minutes, you had racked up ten times the amount of wins as theirs combined. 

And for once in your life, you actually saw them working together, even if to try to beat you.

"So? should we take a little break before another round?" You asked, placing the controller down.

"Sure, but only so Nagito and I can come up with a strategy to beat you. You must be cheating so we gotta think up a cheat we can use," Kokichi crossed his arms.

"We won't really cheat," Nagito piped in, defensively. "You're just very lucky in this game!"

"I don't think luck has anything to do with this game.." You said, shaking your head.

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After your snack break, you started getting tired, and you could tell the others were too. You started getting blankets and pillows for the three of you and placed them on the floor.

After everyone was settled into their makeshift beds, and the lights were out, you started dozing off.

"Hey. Psst." You heard Kokichi whisper.

"What is it?" Nagito whispered back.

There was no response from Kokichi, other than a giggle.

"Hey. Pssssssstt." You heard again, a few minutes later.

This time Nagito didn't respond. 

Kokichi sat up, and looked at Nagito. He was asleep already.

"Well, Y/N, you know what this means. The first to fall asleep at a sleepover gets vandalized!" He whisper-shouted.

"No, go to sleep. We have school tomorrow and I don't want to be late washing the marker off his face." 

"No fun... Better hope you don't fall asleep before me." He jokingly threatened.

Honestly, Mystic Messenger deserves kudos for how unique it was. I really can't think of another dating sim with the overall vibe of MM, nothing compares. Like, the dynamics between love interests first of all isn't jam packed with cheap drama. When you read the conversations between them, you can actually believe that these people are friends and get along with each other. You can sense that they've known each other for a very long time, you sense the trust and the deep bonds more and more as you progress through the story.

Not only that, but the love interests are unique as well. Any dating sim fan can tell you all about the various tropes that our love interests embody, but I feel like MM is the only sim that actually has a unique take on them. Like yes, Jumin is the overbearing rich CEO who's into BDSM and wants to own you like he owns everything else, but going through his story you truly see a side to him that feels so gratifying to learn about in the format of MM. His conflict with his dad is unique to the core- his dad isn't abusive, not to Jumin. On the contrary, Jumin holds nothing but warm praise for his father consistently and you can tell that aside from the womanizing, they have quite a good relationship! But you see Jumin's emotions change real time, how he slowly breaks down until he can't stand it anymore. How he just needs someone to comfort and understand him in his lonely world, someone who isn't a cat or his friends that don't know how to act when Jumin's collected demeanor falls apart.

Or Zen, the classic narcissist flirt, who isn't at all. You really get to see where his narcissism comes from, how he copes with being an actor, how he learns to let down his walls and let people in all the while his sweet personality coming through.

Just. Ugh. Mystic Messenger.

We do, in fact, have a snow day so I'm going to work on those requests in a little bit!

We might have a snow day tomorrow and if we do, then I promise I'll work on the requests in my inbox <3

We might have a snow day tomorrow and if we do, then I promise I'll work on the requests in my inbox <3

The way it ends.

Imagine saeyoungs big arms giving you a big hug from the night talk pillow Omg the muscles

If you wanna gush about Saeyoung's sensual collarbones, you take that to my wife, @rfaromance. I hope you know that Saeyoung is well aware that you like to gawk at his body. Wipe the drool from your face because he's about to torment you by making sure that the only thing you can look at in your cozy bed is him.