#worked pretty hard on this my back mondo hurts

[youryanderedaddy]

I had a dream just now that might make a good story. So, I had a virus on my laptop which allowed a hacker to see everything I did on my computer and use my webcam. The hacker ends up falling in love with me after stalking me for a few months and pays for someone on the dark web to kidnap me. It works, and then I wake up tied up in the hacker's arm as he caresses and kisses me. That's pretty much it, good night! 🌙

Yo this is my kink 😳

Also I couldn't not write this for Saeran, ok.

Title: Stranger danger

Tw: nsfw - ish, female reader, masturbation, cyber stalking, hacking, mentions of dark web, very irresponsible online behavior, obsessive behavior, implied kidnapping

You knew that this was a stupid idea. Lurking on the dark web with almost no protection other than the Tor browser and some free anti-virus program wasn't your best decision, but fuck it if it wasn't entertaining. You had always been drawn to the darker, scarier part of the human mind and this side of the internet proved quite interesting. Your friends always warned you about the dangers that came with looking up shady online searches and sites but everything had been quite peaceful so far. There weren't hackers or murderers on the dark web, the worst you had seen were people selling drugs and weapons for unreasonable prices, along with some questionable fetish porn and the typical popping ads.

Your favorite thing to do while online was chatting. Two weeks ago you had stumbled upon an unusual forum called "Scream buddies" where upon entering you were automatically connected to another random profile. The whole theme of the forum was discussing horror and mondo movies, shockumentaries and overall creepy stuff, your forte. The person you met on there shared a similar fascination with all things dark and gory which soon made talking to them the only thing you were looking forward upon opening the site.

You didn't know much about the guy behind the profile yet, except that he was a young man. His icon showed an eye so green it emited with the neon pigment and his username was just as mysterious - BlueRose7. You enjoyed chatting with him about your hobby but the thing you liked the most was undressing him little by little, metaphorically so, by getting pieces of information about his life. It started small - his favorite food, favorite book, favorite game, but the moment you tried digging deeper and asked whether he had siblings or not, the man simply disappeared for the next few days. You quickly realized just what type of topics you needed to avoid to keep your new friend from leaving. Family, childhood memories and work matters were out of the picture.

The stranger wasn't fair, not really. He didn't show you vulnerability and kept his secrecy while demanding to know everything there was to know about you. For the longest time you didn't want to answer just to stay on a equal footing, just to show him how frustrating it was, but there was something about the man that drew you in. He was magnetic, clever and witty, if a bit pessimistic and dark at times. You couldn't help telling him everything he wanted to hear - what your job was, whether you were single or not, all that jazz. In your defense, BlueRose7 actually listened to your stories, took your problems seriously and provided solutions, which despite being too extreme and overprotective at times (upon hearing that your bestfriend talked behind your back he offered to "take care" of her), were comforting. It was nice to have someone caring around even if you met him on a sketchy website.

Meanwhile your personal life wasn't going too great. You had to balance between attending college, working long shifts as a waitress and meeting your friends from time to time which was draining. On top of all there was a weird virus on your computer which resulted in the camera turning on and off and the most random times of the day - while you were studying, watching TV, or in some cases, fully naked and ready to take a bath. You didn't think much of it though, with all the illegal movies and games you downloaded along with the dark web lurking it was more than expected for your laptop to behave weirdly. You didn't even mention it to your friend from the IT major because you knew that he'd force you to delete Tor and put an end to your internet adventures.

One time you were particularly bored after several long lectures and you were laying in bed, the camera turned on once again. It was a hot afternoon and you were wearing boyshorts and a loose T- shirt with nothing underneath it, you were home alone so there was no need. The bright red spot was twinking like a recorder, the light reflecting in your eyes, when a silly little idea came to your mind. You slid your hand under your blouse and lifted the fabric up, exposing your breasts to the laptop, your nipples hardening due to the sudden coldness, becoming pink and stiff in seconds. You played with for a few minutes, pinching and pulling the buds gently, moaning softly into the pleasant sensation. Soon you could feel yourself getting wet, and slowly, teasingly, removed your shorts and panties. You smiled at the camera, biting your lip provocatively, imagining you were a camgirl performing for her desperate little fanboys and fangirls. The thought alone was enough to make you spread your legs wide and slip two fingers into your throbbing cunt, using the wetness to push deeper. You used your other hand to stroke your clit and whimpered wantonly, your face red, your neck sweaty and your heart pumping fast from the adrenaline. You were quickly reaching your orgasm and your mind wondered to the boy you were talking to in the forum. You wondered how he looked like, how his body was built, whether he was a sweet sensual lover or a rough mean one. Fucked up as it was, you pictured the man as one of your most loyal viewers, watching all of your streams with a fist around his thick vock and an excited grin on his face. He would comment things like "you look so beautiful like this" or perhaps even "pretty little slut" after tipping you enough to last you a week. Soon all the mental stimulation sent you over the edge and you came with a loud cry full of pleasure. Well, this felt good.

After your "performance" was over the camera was magically turned off, which may have caused some concerns if you weren't too busy feeling embarrassed and dirty about the unhinged fantasy you had just had, and with a person you knew nothing about. You managed to calm down though - it wasn't nothing more than a fun pastime, a naughty thought that would never become the reality. You would never actually meet BlueRose7, right? There was nothing to worry about, so you just went on with your day.

You had some dinner afterwards and decided to have an early night as you already felt full and tired. You put on your favoruite pajamas and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling until you fell into deep dreamless sleep.

You woke up due to a weird noise. You could hear someone's heavy breathing right next to your ear, someone's grabby hands were wrapped tightly against your body, trapping you between the wall and their hard chest. You had only a few seconds to scream before the intruder's palm covered your mouth.

"Shhh." The man whispered softly and stroked your hair like you were a doll he was playing with. "Don't scream or I'll be forced to hurt you, flower. I have a gun." His voice sounded deep and rough but this didn't stop you from thrashing and turning on your side until you came face to face with the man. It was dark in the room and you couldn't exactly see all his features but his enchanting green eyes would forever be burned into your memory - they seemed dashing, hypnotizing. You couldn't utter a word.

"It's me, the person you've been talking to all these months. I came to take you home" He spoke out suddenly, the line of his mouth twisting into a smile or a smirk, you couldn't quite tell. You shook your head no, tears threatening to spill all over your cheeks from the fear. It couldn't be him, the man would never do that to you. Or would he? With what little information you knew, you couldn't really tell. His hold finally loosen, seeing you quiet like that.

"Let me go, please." You begged, pushing at his shoulders weakly since you were still sleepy, groggy and tired. "I don't know you." You said, hoping this would remind the stranger you weren't friends, lovers or anything that gave him the right to be so close to you, to touch you so intimately. Unfortunately, this only seemed to amuse him and he chucked darkly as he pulled your hair away to place a small chaste kiss on your neck.

"But I know you, flower." Your supposed online friend replied shortly after, his eyes full of malice. "And your little show today makes me think you want to know me too." He added in a low tone, licking his lips before smashing them on yours, forcing his tongue deep into your mouth just to hear your whines and protests. Then it hit you. The camera, the virus, the questions. He had watched you, he knew where you worked, where you lived and studied, everything. You had told him after all.

The hacker thought you looked so adorable right now, figuring things out, helpless, confused, regretful and most of all, weak. You were so weak and careless, and he loved you for it. It reminded him of himself before life screwed him over.

You wouldn't be in this position, underneath him, if you had just told someone about your laptop virus and the bad guy you had encountered online. But Saeran couldn't say he wasn't glad your self-preservation instincts were so very broken and dysfunctional. He wouldn't meet you otherwise. "I need you, princess. That's why I'll take you to Paradise." These were the final words you heard before you felt lightheaded and sleepy again, your last memory a pair of green mint eyes.

You really shouldn't have trusted strangers on the internet.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere mystic messenger #yandere saeran #yandere oneshot #yandere saeran choi #yandere unkown #yancore #male yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere smut #yandere x you #yandere hacker

[dangan-tiki-bar]

HI mod tsumiki, Can you do taka, fuyuhiko with a little sister in the killing game? Of course you don't have to. 💞

kiyotaka and fuyuhiko with a younger sibling in the killing game

Cute!! I'm not the absolute best with sibling relationships (only child problems 😎/hj) but I will certainly try my best!! Not gonna lie, this got kinda angsty! W h o o p s !

- Mod Tsumiki

KIYOTAKA ISHIMARU.

• Kiyotaka is a very protective person in general. As much as like a big brother to pretty much his entire class, he's even better towards you. You are his darling little sibling, after all. He is a bit stricter on you, of course. He doesn't want you getting a bad reputation! You deserve to be treated well, and there are no exceptions!

• Once the killing game is announced, Taka tries his hardest to stay calm. He has to be calm for everyone else! But, once he sees you begin to panic, he has to step away from his moral compass duties for a while. He carefully takes you back to his room and sits you down on his bed, gently rubbing your back and listening to your worries. He's pretty stiff, since he doesn't have much experience with this kind of stuff, but he's sincerely trying.

• If anyone starts to pick on you for any reason, it doesn't matter, he will come to your aid. He will hide behind the excuse of bullying, but that's not really the reason. You mean a lot to him, and he wouldn't want to see you hurt. So, he will give a stern talking to them!

• Once his bond with Mondo begins, he is sure to include you! He wants his bro to hang out with his sibling, of course! It's usually extremely fun, watching Mondo tease him and Taka getting mad that it's in front of his sibling. He wants to look strong for you, of course! But, he's happy that Mondo treats you like a little sibling as well.

• If you happened to pass away during the killing game as a victim, Taka would be ... not exactly the most sane. Staring at your dead body would put a bit in his stomach, and he would simply drop to his knees. It took him a while to actually get up, but once he started investigating, he couldn't be stopped. He needed justice. For your sake. You deserved so much better than this fate.

• If you became a blackened, well ... the trial would have a similar fate to Mondo's. Begging for Monokuma to take him instead, sobbing violently as you're dragged away. However, it would be even worse. He wouldn't leave his room for days, not daring to eat, sleep, or even move. He doesn't have an alter ego of you. He doesn't have most things of you. And he's so, so broken from it. The only person that could probably get him out is Mondo.

• Overall, Kiyotaka is a very protective and loving big brother. He makes sure you're well taken care of, making sure you eat correctly, sleep correctly, and take care of that hygiene. It's just his way of showing he truly cares. Because he does. He cares for you so, so much.

FUYUHIKO KUZURYUU.

• Fuyuhiko is a protective soul at heart, being set on keeping you safe. It doesn't matter where you are, how much danger you're in, he's by your side as much as possible. That's what you get for being a Yakuza's sister. You get treat with respect, or just thrown into the dirt. Fuyuhiko will kill a bastard who throws you into the dirt, however.

• Once he sees you worrying about the killing game, he fucking loses it. He starts cursing at Monokuma, absolutely livid about the whole thing. He did already lose one sibling to death, her certainly doesn't want to lose another. But seeing you worry was just the nail in the coffin. You didn't deserve any of that. You deserved to be happy and free, not confined to the fear of being in a Yakuza clan and on top of that, in a killing game.

• If anyone even looked at you the wrong way, Fuyuhiko went off on their asses. You were going through enough as it is, and he wasn't going to stand for it. They had no right to hurt his fucking sibling! Not on his watch. He was insanely protective of you, but if asked enough times, he would back off a VERY TINY bit.

• Your relationship with Peko is a sibling-like bond as well. She takes care of you a lot of the time if Fuyuhiko needs to be alone or is feeling blinding rage. She's like your big sister, and will do anything for you. Of course, you're not young master, but you're the closest to him. You deserve to be treated well. It doesn't matter if Fuyuhiko ordered Peko to or not, she'd still be there.

• If you happened to be a victim of the killing game, Fuyuhiko would not be well. Seeing your dead body, he can't believe the shit that he's seen. Another one of his siblings are dead. Another person close to him is dead. He cries, holding onto your dead body. He doesn't care about the blood, he just needs you. But ... you're gone. So he's going to avenge you. He works tirelessly on the investigation, honestly to the point where it was unhealthy. The guilt of letting you die on his hands, like Natsumi, was eating him alive.

• If you happened to be a blackened, it would be very similar to Peko's trial. Him dashing in to save you and getting hurt in the process. But, if we're being honest, he'll fight until he's dead. Yes, he fought so hard for Peko, but losing you as well? He can't handle this. He'd rather be dead fighting for you to survive, then living without you. If he survived the execution, he'd be stuck in a hospital bed for a longer period of time. It was take a while to feel better. Mentally and physically.

• Being Fuyuhiko's sibling is full of challenges, of course, but you're loved. He truly cares about you in every way, shape, and form, and he wouldn't dare let someone hurt you. He's your big brother, after all.

#order up ! 🍹request complete. #mod tsumiki's requests. 🍦 #kiyotaka ishimaru #dr1 kiyotaka #taka ishimaru #kiyotaka x reader #kiyotaka ishimaru x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu x reader #fuyuhiko imagine #fuyuhiko headcanons #fuyuhiko x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #x reader but platonically 🙏 #danganronpa x you #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa hcs #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa scenarios #danganronpa fanfiction #danganronpa angst #sdr2 fuyuhiko #dr1 taka #platonic hcs #super danganronpa two #trigger happy havoc #super danganronpa 2 #goodbye despair

[vexelier-suix-cipher]

"Could you do Teruteru, Hifumi, and Ryoma getting drugged by a love potion and falls (even harder) for the reader (who has already fallen for them)?"

100% I can!! :D

Warnings: Mentions of love drug/potion, slight obsession(?), and swearing.

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Hifumi Yamada

•Proceeds to rant about how amazing Hifumi is

•Fanfic boy loves you very much!! (Though he did his best to hide it)

•It felt like when a cat loved it owner. Celeste went out the window. This man would get on his hands and knees for you. 🙇🏽‍♂️

•You also loved him very much!! (Literally Taka had to keep Mondo from lunging at you two and screaming "JUST DATE ALREADY!!")

•Oh but what's this? A drink on his desk after a hard day of drawing and writing manga?

•Well of course he drank it!! He chugged that drink and felt quite satisfied after.

•And back to work he goes :›

•He had some music on and his script for his next manga, scribbling out the sketches for his newest manga when he felt the sudden urge to go see you.

•It was nothing too new. Could've been he just wanted to show you the script for his manga!! A beta read!

•So Hifumi happily found you and sat you down, showing you the script for his manga!

•He felt a bit- different.

•He felt like he needed to have you in his arms.

•He needed you closer.

•He needed- you.

•The even more clingy behavior continued for a few days.

•Though you didn't mind, you did find it a bit strange.

•Why was he so clingy?

•You already read this script-

•And read that one too-

•Didnt he have things to do?

•He was going to fall behind in his schedule if he continued like this!!

•So when you saw him walking over to you once again, you pulled him to the side and questioned him.

"Hifumi, you've been acting kinda strange these past few days. Are you okay? Don't get me wrong, I love having you by my side but you're going to fall behind in your schedule."

"Well...I don't really know how to explain it. I feel like I've got to be with you all the time!! A-And I'm getting work done!!"

•He huffed and whined for a while longer as you continued asking him things before he got frustrated with himself and finally blurted it out

"Fine!! Fine. I like you, okay? I have for a while a-and I just didn't know how to tell you-...I found this drink on my desk one day and now that I think about it, it could've been one of those love potions that I've been hearing about...could've made my feelings stronger.."

•He started muttering towards the end but you could understand the gist of it.

•You reassured him it was fine and that you accepted his feelings.

•Which was returned with a loud,

"HUH?!? YOU DO?! WHEN- HOW-"

•*Once again has to calm fanfic boy down*

•After calming him down (again) you went over your own feelings.

•He had the brightest smile on his face I swear

•He just couldn't hold back!

•So he picked you up and held you close, hugging you sweetly

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"

===

Teruteru Hanamura

•AGGRESSIVELY RANTS ABOUT HOW AMAZING HE IS

•Love Potion exists?

•He probably bought it.

•This boy is already so head over heels for you it's absolutely adorable.

•He 100% cooks for you.

•Breakfast? In bed.

•Lunch? Made your favorite food.

•Dinner? You can eat with him! :D

•And his food is just 😩 to die for

•He does his best to tone down the sexual comments a bit, though he can't help if one or two slip out!

•Compliments you every 5 minutes no lie.

•Though he does turn cherry red if you compliment him

•If you allow petnames, he WILL call you darlin' and sugar the most.

•Now for the fun part

•He was most likey cooking and was working with the oven.

•Ovens hot. His clothes are pretty hot.

•So he stripped got something to drink out the fridge

•He blindly took a glass out the fridge and drank it.

•Drank the damn love potion-

•He knew he accidentally drank it. He read the label he had put on the glass right after he drank it.

•Unlike Hifumi, he tried staying away from you

•Poor boy doesn't know how to show such strong feelings :(

•He still does cook for you though

•And leaves you little snacks

•Did yelp when you came into the kitchen once without him knowing (it's true I was the dust on the oven window)

•Alot more fiddly and nervous when he has to go ask you something

•His gaze is towards the floor and he's playing with the ends of his scarf as that adorable accent decorates his speech

•Hes so nervous oh poor baby

•You found him scurrying everywhere once trying to find his hat when you had to point out it was on his head-

•He was so embarrassed-

•He apologized and walked back towards the kitchen

•He cooks his feelings away

•That is alot of food-

•Once he disappeared into the kitchen you went after him

•You had been wondering why he ran away from you every time you saw him

•You were worried :(

•As he went back into the kitchen, he paused hearing someone else's footsteps.

•He turned around and jumped slightly when he saw you

•Begin the anxious southern rambling and questions.

"O-Oh! S/o! What brings you to the...the kitchen??"

"Teru, what's going on? You keep ignoring me."

"W-Well I don' mean to cher' I-Its just I' been kinda stressed lately a-an' I don' wanna bother you with tha'-"

•Oh sweet boy almost cried just talking to you

•He wanted to confess so badly!!

•He just wanted to hug you and bury his face into your neck!!

•But he was so scared :(

•After a good talk, the confession just slipped out of him mid-sentence

"I already apologized cher'..."

"C'mon Teru, what's been REALLY happening with you?"

"W-Well...the truth is I accidentally drank a love potion and since I love you so damn much it strengthened my feelings...I-I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable so I stayed away in case I-"

"Did you just say you love me?"

"I-I did..?"

•Oh certainly he did. And when he realized, he apologized 10x more.

•You had to shut him up by squishing his face

•After a good explanation about you loving him too, he clung onto you with a laugh.

•He sat in your lap (and after some consent) kissed your face all over, muttering a soft 'I love you' after each kiss

•You two sat together like that for quite a bit, just laying in each other's presence

"Thank you so much....you don't know how much that means to me...how much YOU mean to me..."

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Ryoma Hoshi

•Ah yes. Tiny, edgy, ex-tennis, cat loving, deep voiced boy

•Where do I start?

•Lets start with

•He's absolute shit at feelings.

•Like really.

•He refused to believe he fell for you.

•His heart was racing? No it wasn't. It's probably because he was out of breath.

•He's flustered and blushing? Kinda hot in the room y'know.

•You get the point.

•He hates the fact he fell for you. He doesn't know what to do.

•He lost almost everyone he ever loved before. Why would this be any different? He didn't want to put you in danger.

•Ryoma hanged around with you though. He was a bit quiet but he went basically everywhere you went

•No one really messed with you when little man was with you.

•This was okay. He could hide his feelings. You wouldn't be in danger and he wouldn't ruin his relationship with you.

•Then the world announced a love potion was now available!!

•Ah shit.

•That damn Kokichi.

•All he wanted was some water and that little panta-loving gremlin switched it out with the new potion.

•He had already chugged around half the bottle before he realized it wasn't his juice.

•Ryoma would've just left it at 'Oh I just poured the wrong drink in' if it wasn't for Kokichi coming up to him about an hour later.

"Nishishishi....how's the love potion working Ryoma?"

"The what."

"Oops~"

"You little-"

•Kokichi went to the nurse with a bump on his head from Ryoma hitting him with a tennis ball.

•You thought Teruteru hiding away was bad?

•Ryoma refused to leave his dorm.

•He came out at around lunch time to get food, go to the bathroom, and then back to his dorm.

•No one was allowed in.

•He could feel the effects of the potion working.

•He wanted to get out and cling to you so badly. It almost physically hurt

•Fucking hell-

•Him. Ryoma Hoshi. The guy who basically gave up on life, wanted to run into your arms like a little kid.

•He almost cried.

•Of course you were worried!! He locked himself in his dorm without warning!!

•And he refused to talk to you!!

•You came to his dorm door almost daily, trying to pry open the damn door.

•With no avail.

•Goddammit.

•It wasn't until a few weeks later which he made a plan.

•He'd confess and leave right after.

•If you said no, that would be the end of it.

•If you said yes, ...well he didn't really plan that far.

=

•Ryoma met up with you at the back of the building, looking down at the ground as he heard your footsteps.

•It took a minute of small talk before he started speaking

"Listen, Kokichi switched my drink out a few weeks ago for that new love potion they're selling. I already had really strong feelings for you but with the potion they increased. I know you probably don't feel the same way but I wanted to tell you because it was starting to get too out of hand for me."

•He rambled on a little about how you would never like him and that he apologized for having such feelings and-

•You yanked his beanie down to his face, letting out a small huff.

"Ryoma Hoshi you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to confess. You're an amazing guy Ryoma, and I really do wish you confessed sooner since I feel the same way. Now shut it with all the sad shit and come here."

•You told him, tugging him closer by the sleeve as you engulfed him in your arms

•Ryoma felt like his face was on fire. Butterflies in his stomach and a giddy, tingly feeling throughout his body

•He let out a low chuckle, hugging you back and sighing softly

•This was nice. He felt....loved.

•He liked this feeling quite a bit....he had missed this feeling quite a bit.

"Maybe I should've confessed sooner."

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AHHHHHHHH I HOPE YOU LIKED IT-

I absolutely adore these three.

If you want me to add or fix anything just say the word!!

I had a great time writing this!!

Thanks for requesting!!!

-Vex ∆

#ryoma hoshi x reader #ryoma hoshi #hifumi yamada #hifumi yamada x reader #teruteru hanamura #teruteru hanamura x reader #danganronpa #dr2 #goodbye despair #danganronpa x reader #thank you for requesting! #-Vex ∆

[rohansregret]

mondo owada nsfw headcanons

warnings: dark/questionable content, gaslighting, pain play, dumbification, manipulation, obsessiveness, controlling, public exhibition, emotional abuse, somnophilia, dubious content

NOTE: I NO LONGER WRITE FOR DANGANRONPA!! THIS IS MY ONE AND ONLY DANGANRONPA FIC!!

whenever you two get into an argument he’d use his build to intimidate you. he’s a big guy and you know that, he’s going to make sure you get it through your dumb little head that he can hurt you if he wants too, he barely has to lift a single finger to snap your pretty neck

he doesn’t want to hear what you have to say? he shoves his fingers down your throat until you’re gagging. usually ends up with you gagging on something else too

whenever you berate him for smoking, he blows it right in your face, laughing while you cough and huff. he resists the urge to grab you by the throat and force you to take the smoke from his mouth to yours everytime

he loves choke you during sex, seeing your face contort into fear and your nails dig into his wrists hard enough to break his skin throws him over the edge. he loves the feel of your pussy clenching so tight around him from how stiff and terrified you are, the combination of those exhilarating sensations makes his hips sputter

he absolutely LOVES to make you feel smaller than him in anyway. like i said earlier, he’ll use his height and muscles against you. approach you until he’s looking directly down at you, reminding you what he’s capable of. this also goes for your intelligence. mondo isn’t smarter than too many people so when he fucks you until you literally forget simple things, he feels like a god. he thrives in it.

okay yeah the daddy kink shit is generic but expect a lot of “who am i?” and “yes what?” when you talk back to him.

he’s horny in public? you’re embarrassed? tough shit sweetheart this isn’t about you. if he wants to finger you while he stands behind you in line at a shop, he will. don’t even think about trying to pull his wrist away because then he’ll only make you cry out his name right then and there.

sometimes mondo wakes up in the middle of the night with a hard-on, what do you expect him to do? take care of it himself? wait till morning? why would he do that if he has a sweet little cum slut right next to him. he doesn’t care that you’re asleep, your pussy still works so he’s not complaining.

he’s extremely possessive. one of his gang members looks at you funny, he’s fucking you over his motorcycle right in front of them. expect his hand gripping your throat and forcing you to look the other person in the eye while calling out for daddy mondo.

ride in front of him on his motorcycle and see what happens. this man really doesn’t care where you are, you’re gonna have something inside you.

“you’d be nothing without me. no one can make you feel the way i do. and if they try, i’ll have both your asses six feet under.” don’t test him. let’s just say the smoothest punishment is a harsh spanking.

#mondo owada x reader #mondo x reader #mondo oowada x reader #danganronpa #mondo owada #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa imagine #dark content

[yaysof11037]

Would... Would you write the hawklanthebard fic prompt you reblogged? 👉👈👉👈

Hell. Freaking. YES!! Yes, let’s get some more angst up in here!

Danganronpa D.O.T: hey, what about me? I’ve been waiting for an update. I’m angs—

Shut up! This is important! Ahhh I’ve always wanted to write some good ol angst with Taka and Mondo! I’ll do by best to deliver on the angst factor!

Also, here is the prompt I reblogged for those of you who are wondering;

Ishimondo Angst Writing Prompt: Mondo and Taka are captured by the Crazy Diamonds’ rival gang. Taka is tortured in front of Mondo for information about the Diamonds, and Mondo must decide if he’s willing to sacrifice Taka or the promise he made to Daiya.

I don’t think I’ve written anything this dark before (aside from what I’m planning with Danganronpa D.O.T) but I’ll do my best! So this short angsty fic will be dedicated to @hawklanthebard, @artychaild, and @anonymouslyangsty for expressing interest in seeing more works like this! So if you guys see this, I hope you enjoy and I hope this won’t disappoint!

Before you read;

Trigger Warning: This story will get dark. Very dark. This will contain mentions of drugging, kidnapping, torture, and violence. If any of these trigger you or make you feel uncomfortable then I advise you not to read.

There will obviously be some Ishimondo (as that is a given in the prompt haha).

Mondo and Taka will be in their mid twenties in this story. So it’s been a few years since they’ve graduated college.

If you see ***, that means a flashback happens.

Well, that’s all I’ve got! Hope you all enjoy!!

I’m Only Doing This To Protect You

The only sounds that could be heard was doctors and nurses conversing with each other and the sounds of crying, coughing, and sniffling patients and visitors within the hospital. It was rather chilly in the hallways and the strong scent of disinfectant and sanitizer filled the air. But none of these things were noticeable for Mondo Owada. The only thing he could hear was his objective playing over and over again in his head, taunting him.

He paced through the hallway with shaking hands and short breaths. Anyone could take a good look at him and could tell that he was clearly nervous about something. But no one could tell what he was thinking about, or what he was about to do.

Only Mondo knew…

He eventually stopped in front of a door that the person he wanted to visit was staying in. He took a few deep breaths before walking in.

‘Should I be doing this?’

He knew he wasn’t going to walk out of this without feeling guilty. He really didn’t want to do this to the man he cared about the most. To the man he loved. But, he felt like this would be his only option. To protect him…

After calming himself down a bit, he finally opened the door and walked in.

“Oh! Hello Mondo! You’re here early!”

Mondo was, of course greeted by Kiyotaka Ishimaru. His patched up, bedridden boyfriend. Despite his condition, he still managed to put a smile on his face as Mondo moved closer to him and sat down beside him.

It still broke his heart seeing Taka all bandaged up and unable to move much. But what he was about to do would not only break his heart even more, but it would undoubtedly break Taka’s heart as well.

“Yeah. I wanted to come see you…”

“I appreciate that! But, I thought you had work today?”

“Yeah, I asked my boss if I could be let off early.”

“You didn’t have to do that for me. I wouldn’t have minded waiting a little longer.”

‘You’re about to wish I didn’t come here at all…’

Before cutting to the chase and telling him what was on his mind, Mondo had asked Taka about his day. Normally, anyone in a hospital bed would be pretty vague and say they did nothing. But Taka was different from most people. He talked about what shows he watched on the television (ranted about the most stupidest ones), about what his new hospital friends did, about who was let out of the hospital, etc. Mondo would always enjoy listening to Taka’s ramblings. It was one of the many things he loved about him.

This time, however, he couldn’t help but look Taka up and down and be reminded of why he was in the hospital in the first place. He tried to pay attention to what Taka was currently saying, but his mind couldn’t help but wander to that horrible night…

*************

“…”

“Ngh…”

“Yo, boss. I think he’s waking up.”

“Bout fuckin time. Was startin to think the bastard was dead.”

“Gnngh… f-fuck…”

“Rise and shine, Sleepin Beauty. Get your ass up. We ain’t got all night.”

“W-what… the hell?”

Mondo slowly opened his eyes to the sounds of a few men whispering things to each other and one man rudely urging him to wake up. His eyes were still adjusting to his surroundings, but just by opening them, he could immediately tell he was in an unfamiliar location.

“Jesus Christ, does it always take ya this long ta wake up?!”

“The… the fuck’s going on?”

Mondo was still in the process of waking up completely as he asked this question. The man in front of him smirked as he finally made eye contact with him.

“Oh, not much really. Just doin a bit of business. That’s all.”

Mondo tried to get up from the cold hard floor, only to realize his ankle was chained down and his hands were cuffed behind his back.

“Heh. Seems like some shady fuckin business if ya ask me.”

As he gazed into his eyes a bit more, he finally woke up completely as his eyes widened in realization.

“Heheheh. Looks like I don’t hafta introduce myself, do I?”

Suddenly, it was all coming back to Mondo. He vaguely remembered he was looking for Taka, who was supposed to be waiting for him at the bar. He felt bad about asking him to stay a bit longer at his workplace, but Taka reassured him that he didn’t mind.

He had a gang meeting that night, and it was getting pretty late. So, he thought that having Taka wait for him would be the safer option. But upon arriving at the bar, realizing Taka was no where in sight despite his car being in the parking lot did he come to the unfortunate conclusion that it wasn’t. The situation became even worse once he had gotten hit with a tranquilizer dart while looking for Taka. He managed to call his brother Daiya and utter a few words before passing out.

And now, here he was. In the presence of an old friend. Most likely about to be humiliated. And so, his shocked expression had quickly morphed into a scowl.

“What do you want, Masaki?”

Raijin Masaki. A burly man with piercing golden eyes, short ginger red hair, and a sleeveless leather jacket with a cobra printed on the back. Once a loyal member of the Crazy Diamonds and Daiya’s right hand man. That is, until Daiya had witnessed him beating up an innocent civilian for information about one of their rival gangs. Mondo didn’t know what happened to Masaki after he was kicked out of the gang. Until tonight. By the looks of it, instead of moving on, he had formed his own gang out of spite.

The Cobras.

Masaki chuckled at Mondo’s question. He then knelt down to get a closer look at his scowling captive.

“I don’t want much. You just gotta answer a quick little question for me, then I’ll let ya go. Sound like a deal?”

Mondo refrained from yelling at the guy right then and there. He seriously brought him all the way to what looks like the Cobras’ hideout just to ask him a question?! That sounded fucking ridiculous!

Wait… no. There was obviously a catch. He could tell right from Masaki’s shit eating grin that this wasn’t a simple yes or no question.

“Depends on the question, dumbass.”

“Hey now. Relaaax. Don’t be so on edge, Owada. There’s no catch at all. I just wanna find a… certain someone… pay them a little visit, ya know? Buuut… I can’t exactly find said person without your help…”

He knew where this was going. He knew that Masaki still held resentment towards Daiya after kicking him out of the gang a year ago. And sure enough, once he asked him the question;

“Not a fucking chance.”

“Heheh. Yeah, I figured it wouldn’t be that easy. But, if it makes ya feel better, I ain’t gonna hurt him. Just wanna have a… a little chat with him. That’s all.”

“Bullshit! I know what you’re thinking! I ain’t gonna tell you shit! Now let me go!”

He struggled in his bindings as he frantically looked around the room for a nearby exit. This only amused Masaki and his gang a bit more.

“You can struggle all you like. I ain’t lettin ya off that easy. Not until ya fess up.”

“Fuck you! I ain’t fessin up ta anyone in this room! Don’t even think about layin a hand on my bro!”

He continued to struggle to break free from his cuffs and the chain keeping him to the floor. This only earned him a punch across the face rather than an escape route. Masaki then firmly grabbed Mondo by the chin and shot him a death glare.

“Now you listen here, Owada. I’ve been trying ta be patient with you, but you’ve been pushin all my buttons tonight. Now I’m really fuckin pissed. I’ve got ways of makin people talk. You sure as hell won’t be an exception.”

Mondo proceeded to chuckle at Masaki, not realizing what exactly he had in store for him.

“I’d like ta see ya try. Go ahead. Hit me all you want. I ain’t gonna talk.”

Masaki turned his head behind him for a moment, pondering about what he should do. Then, he looked back at Mondo and smirked.

“I’ve got a better idea.”

And with that, he let go of Mondo’s face and walked to what appeared to be a locked door. Bewildered, Mondo watched as Masaki unlocked the door and stepped inside. The door wasn’t opened all the way, so he couldn’t really see what was behind it. Eventually, he heard a voice. One that was angered, raspy, and weakened, yet familiar. One that made Mondo’s heart sink as soon as he heard it…

“I t-told you I refuse to tell you anything… you m-may as well give up n—”

He then heard the rustling of a chain and the voice letting out a strangled grunt. What he saw next burned into his brain and shattered his heart.

Masaki came back into the room, mercilessly dragging someone across the floor. He then threw him in front of Mondo, the voice letting out a loud groan in pain. Finally getting a closer look at the person in front of him, his worst fears were confirmed.

“T-Taka?”

Taka looked up at Mondo with one eye open, wincing in pain at the slight movement to get a better look at him.

“Mon…do?”

Hearing how weak and raspy his voice was hurt Mondo. The sight of him being so badly bruised, restrained, and beaten certainly didn’t help. Taka’s arms were chained tightly behind his back and his legs were chained tightly together. His uniform shirt was gone and replaced with scratches and cuts all over his bare chest and stomach. There were also what appeared to be bruises left by boots and baseball bats on his stomach. The cuts and bruises were also covering his back and arms as well. He was still in his blue jeans, but they were now ripped and cut from what appeared to be a knife being dragged across his legs. There were even deep slits over both of his knees, most likely making it even more painful if he slightly bent them or straightened them out.

If the sight of his body wasn’t bad enough, his face was in worse condition. His right eye was mostly swollen shut, possibly due to the amount of times a fist was jabbed into it. His cheeks were all black and blue from the various beatings he endured, one of them even bled a little from the amount of times it was met with a powerful punch. His other eye was a nasty shade of bloodshot red and filled to the brim with tears of agony that streamed down his bruised and bloody face. His nose was all bloody and broken and his bottom lip was cracked and bleeding slightly.

He looked like he was barely clinging on to his life. And it absolutely sickened Mondo.

“This belong to you?”

And Masaki casually refers to Taka as an object to torment Mondo further. An object that he clearly had a lot of fun ripping apart and cutting down.

‘He belongs to no one, ya fuckin psycho!’

“W-what the hell did ya do to him?!”

Mondo held back a sob as he shifted his gaze from Taka to Masaki. And all Masaki did was chuckle at the biker giving him death glares and holding back his sorrow for his beaten boyfriend.

“Oh, not much. We were just having a little fun with him before we picked you up. Ain’t that right, dollface?”

He lightly tugged on the chain wrapped around Taka’s neck as he said this, causing him to let out another strangled grunt. The sight of it angered Mondo. How dare that bastard treat Taka like some kind of a toy?! What the hell did he do to earn such a terrible beating?!

“Let. Him. Go.”

Masaki gave him a bewildered look, angering Mondo even further.

“Let him go RIGHT FUCKIN NOW! He didn’t do anything to you! Let him go before I kick all of your asses!”

Masaki only laughed as Mondo aggressively struggled in his restraints and demanded he let Taka go.

“Can’t really kick our asses when your chained up like that, can you?! Plus, I think it’s better that you two are here together. Was gettin kinda bored playin with this pretty little smartass over here.”

Playing. Oh, how Mondo hated that word. If he hadn’t been restrained, he would’ve ripped this psychotic prick’s head off by now.

Ignoring Mondo’s struggling, Masaki forcefully positioned Taka to sit on his knees, causing him to release a loud groan as he felt the slits over his knees stretch out to an agonizing level.

“Bastard! If you fucking hurt him like that one more time, I swear to god I’ll—”

“Like I said, ya can’t do much when you’re all chained up like that.”

Before getting closer to the biker, Masaki called over one of his lackeys and whispered a few things into his ear.

“Remember Owada. I’ve got ways of making people talk. Now, I’m gonna ask you nicely one more time; Where. Is. Daiya. Owada?”

Mondo glanced over at Taka, who was frantically shaking his head as a way of telling him not to answer. Masaki took the silence as a refusal to answer.

“Fine. Suit yourself.”

And with that, he nodded at his lackey who was kneeling right behind Taka. At first Mondo was a bit confused. Just as he was about to ask what he was planning…

“Ack!”

Mondo witnessed in horror as the lackey violently tugged on the chain around Taka’s neck. He tried to gasp for air, but every breath he took was more painful than the last.

“W-what the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Stop it!”

“Answer my question first, Owada.”

“Hell no!”

The lackey tugged on the chain even harder as Taka struggled to breathe. It was hard enough to breathe with a broken nose and something cold and heavy wrapped around his neck. Having it be tugged on was much worse. He could feel the chain wrapping even tighter around his neck as his throat was on the verge of closing up completely. The metallic taste of his own blood began to fill his mouth as his eyes began to roll up the back of his head. Mondo finally released his tears as panic began to fill his mind.

“St-stop!! Stop it, please!! You’re hurting him!!!”

“Then talk!”

The blood from Taka’s mouth was now trickling down his chin and clogging up his throat. More tears streamed down his cheeks as he choked on his own blood and feebly gasped for air.

He can’t breathe…

Oh god, he can’t breathe!

They were killing him. They were killing the man that made Mondo the happiest he’s ever been.

He’s gonna die! He’s gonna fucking die! And Mondo will have no one to blame but himself…

“O-okay… okay, OKAY!! I’ll talk! I’ll fucking talk! I’ll tell ya everything!! Just please, let him go!! P-please!! You’re killing him!!!”

Masaki finally shot a look at his lackey as Mondo continued to sob and beg, nonverbally telling him to stop. He did as he was told and unraveled the chain around his neck. As soon as the chain was removed, Taka took the biggest gasp for air he’s ever taken in his entire life, followed by a surge of coughs and hacks as he flopped to the ground in exhaustion.

Oh, how it broke Mondo’s heart seeing the strong man he loved cough and sputter up the drops of blood he had been choking on. Seeing him be treated so terribly, so badly hurt… it only made him cry for Taka even more.

He would’ve DIED had he not said anything sooner…

“Heheheh. See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

He put a hand on the trembling biker’s shoulder and pulled out his jackknife, caked with blood. He aimed the tip at Mondo’s neck, causing him to flinch and look up at him.

“Go on now. Spill it. Unless ya wanna say goodbye to your little boy toy over there.”

He remembered the promise he kept with Daiya. To always have each other’s backs, no matter the circumstances. But, if he chooses to say nothing, Taka would die right in front of him. But if he speaks up, he would be breaking his promise and unintentionally lead Daiya to his own demise. But… Daiya’s tough… he was sure he could handle fighting a gang member or two. Then again… so is Taka… and no matter how strong he was, he still ended up bruised, cut up, and beaten.

‘I’m sorry bro…’

And so, he reluctantly opened his mouth to speak up. But just before he could…

“Boss! We have a problem!”

“The cops are after us!”

“Shit! Someone get the gun!”

“I-I don’t remember where it—AUGH!”

“Fuck! Watanabe, you okay m—AAAAHH!”

By some miracle, the sounds of Masaki’s lackeys being tased and screaming could be heard throughout the entire building. Masaki groaned as he sent his two lackeys within the room to guard the door. Unfortunately for him, they were both tased as soon as they reached the door. Eventually, Masaki, Mondo, and Taka were surrounded by the police force. Three familiar faces, Shuichi Saihara, Kyoko Kirigiri, and Takaaki Ishimaru all stood in front of Masaki, aiming their tasers at him.

Of course he didn’t back down so easily. He took advantage of the opportunity to taunt Takaaki by aiming his knife at Taka’s chest where his heart was. Despite his cold stare, everyone in the room could tell there was a hint of fear and sorrow in his eyes for his son’s life as Taka was now on the verge of passing out from the hours of torture he went through. But, in the midst of Masaki’s taunting…

“AUGH!! FUCK!!!”

Two gunshots rang out from behind him. The bullets went through both of his shoulders, causing him to collapse to the floor, writhing in pain. Mondo looked up in shock, surprised to see Daiya himself, partially in the room through the window. For once, Mondo thanked whatever god was above him that Daiya had activated his phone tracking app and notified the police about the little bits of information Mondo slurred out before passing out in the streets.

Daiya was, of course panicked and asking Mondo questions as he was loosening his restraints. But the questions were a messy blur to Mondo, for all he could focus on was Taka, who had now passed out completely as Kyoko and Shuichi were unchaining him and Takaaki was trying to wake him up.

It was awful. It was fucking awful. Everything about that night was fucking awful! He could’ve lost both Taka and Daiya had things played out differently. If only he had gotten to the bar a little earlier. To maybe stop Taka from taking a sip of his drink that was drugged when he wasn’t looking. Or maybe stop Taka from making himself a drink once his shift was over altogether. If he could, he would even go back in time and maybe just have Taka drive himself home as soon as his shift was over. But what if he did do that and still get kidnapped, chained up, and tortured. What if he—

*************

“Mondo? Mondo! Hello?!”

Mondo snapped back into reality and looked up at Taka, who had been trying to get his attention.

“Goodness! Are you okay?! You’ve been staring at the ground for a while…”

Fuck, he shouldn’t have allowed himself to get lost in his own thoughts like that. Even after all that Taka went through, he was still making sure Mondo was doing okay. He doesn’t deserve someone so kind. So thoughtful…

“Ah! D-don’t cry! It’s okay! I-I didn’t mean to scare you!”

Mondo didn’t realize he had been crying until Taka had touched his face. He gently wiped away his tears and gave the biker a sad smile.

“Hey, if something’s bothering you, you can talk to me. I’ll listen to you.”

Mondo let out a quiet sob and slowly moved Taka’s hands away from his face. He took a few shaky breaths before continuing.

“T-Taka…”

“Yes, Mondo?”

“I-I… I…”

God, he wished he didn’t have to do this. What they have is perfect, what they have is beautiful. It shouldn’t have to come to this.

“I… I don’t think we should be seeing each other anymore…”

At first, Taka thought it was some sort of an odd joke Mondo was playing. So, he let out a small, slightly uncomfortable laugh.

“Don’t scare me like that! Tell me what’s really bothering you.”

An uncomfortable silence had followed his statement. And as soon as Mondo gave him a sad, serious look, Taka realized he wasn’t joking.

“Wh—I… I don’t understand… w-what made you think of this?!”

Mondo couldn’t bring himself to answer him. He was too caught up in his own mind to answer. It was only when Taka started to tear up did he finally clear his head.

“D-do I not make you happy?”

“W-what?! No! Of course you make me happy! You always do!”

“Th-then, why? W-why do you want to end things?”

“T-Taka, look…”

He held Taka’s hands and looked him in the eyes.

“I-I don’t want to do this. I really don’t. B-but… I feel like it’s my only option. I’m only doing this to protect you…”

“Mondo… I-I don’t need to be protected. I’m okay.”

“Bullshit! You’re not fucking okay! Look at you!”

Taka flinched at the sudden rise in volume in Mondo’s voice. He realized he had yelled at Taka and panicked.

“F-fuck. I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean ta yell. I just… I don’t want you to get hurt again!”

Taka put a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

“Mondo… if that’s what this is about, then I’m sorry. I should’ve been more careful. I promise I’ll try to be more aware from now o—”

“N-no! Taka, I ain’t blaming you! It’s not your fault at all! It’s mine! It’s… it’s all my fault! None of this would’ve happened if I hadn’t gotten you involved in my biker shit!”

Taka shook his head and desperately tried to hold back his tears.

“Please don’t blame yourself! You wouldn’t have known this would ha—”

“You don’t understand! You were kidnapped! You got hurt! B-badly hurt! All because those assholes had beef with the Diamonds! They went after you cuz they mighta seen you with me before!”

“Well then it’s their fault for being so petty and taking it out on me! I don’t blame you at all for what happened!”

He wanted to believe Taka’s words. He really did. But he couldn’t help but feel like he would be putting him in more danger if they continued to be together.

“I-I’m sorry Taka…”

Mondo got up from his seat as Taka looked up at him confused.

“I-I have to do this… you’ll be safer this way.”

He began to walk towards the door as Taka stared at him in shock and silence.

“Goodbye…”

“W-wait!”

Mondo flinched as Taka called out to him. But, he stopped. He’ll listen to whatever he had to say.

“If… if this is really over… c-can we still keep in touch? W-we don’t have to physically meet up or anything like that! W-we could still… talk to each other on the phone, right?!”

He wanted to say yes. A thousand times yes. But he was so scared of something like this happening to him again.

“I… I don’t know…”

“M-Mondo, please! I—”

“I have to go.”

Without a second thought, Mondo dashed out of the room and through the hallway. The tears were blinding him, but he didn’t care. He just couldn’t be in that room any longer. He couldn’t stand seeing Taka all bandaged up and bedridden any longer.

“M-Mondo! Wait! Come back!”

Taka was calling for him from within the hospital room. If his legs weren’t so badly damaged, he would rip out his IV and run after him.

“I… I still love you! I STILL LOVE YOU MONDO!!”

Mondo couldn’t bring himself to turn around. He couldn’t bring himself to tell him how much he loved him back. He just needed to get out of there. He needed air.

His heart cracked in two once he heard Taka loudly sobbing and pleading for him to come back. He held in his tears and tried to ignore Taka’s cries as best as he could.

And once he finally bursted through the exit door and ran a few miles away, he finally collapsed to the ground and sobbed his heart out.

What had he done?!

#danganronpa #kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo owada #ishimondo #hawklanthebard #anonymouslyangsty #artychaild #writing #writing prompt #trigger warning: drugging #trigger warning: kidnapping #trigger warning: torture #trigger warning: violence #takaaki ishimaru #daiya owada #kyoko kirigiri #shuichi saihara

[mandoinevarro]

NO REFUNDS

Words: 5.1k :))

Rating: E, baby

Warnings: Smut (surprise surprise), bad words :0, masturbation, a biiiit of praise kink, face fucking, cumplay? let me know on the comments, etc. etc. 

a/n: Happy Star Wars day!! The first few lines of this are an attempt at dumb comedy, but humor me a little and you’ll get a reward (smut) along the yellow-brick road

Finally, the lanky kid behind the counter stops air drumming with two chicken bones gnawed dry and trails his dopey eyes from the gloved fist on the table, up a bracer, and along a flexed arm, until they settle on the Mandalorian helmet staring him down and waiting for an answer. The employee removes the music bandeau from around his ears and settles it down, its noise so loud Mando can hear it from where it lays. The kid scratches the whiskers of facial hair growing patchy on his cheeks and thoughtfully nibbles on one of the bones, trying to figure out what one does when a client shows up.

“Uh, what?”

“I need to speak to the owner,” the Mandalorian repeats slowly.

“Oh, uh.” Mouth gaping like a fish too stupid to know it should fear hooks, the kid calmly turns his attention to the four walls of the hardware store, searching for guidance in the fluorescent signs hanging around the room and dictating the store’s rules like they’re ancient scriptures:

NO CHILDREN

WILL BUY STOLEN GOODS FOR LOWER PRICE

NO IMPS

NO REPUBLIC OFFICIALS

NO REFUNDS

NO APPOINTMENT, NO MEETING

“You, uh,” the kid continues, lingering on that last stanza and flicking open a dusty agenda that probably hasn’t been touched since the war ended, “you got an appointment, uh, sir?” He drags a greasy finger down the planner, squinting at nothing and pretending to read the page that Mando can clearly see is empty.

The bounty hunter sighs, holding on to the last reserves of patience that hang precariously on the cliff of his self-restraint, threatening to let go and leave him to his own anger. “No. But she’ll see me.” You better. You better fucking see him. “I was sold equipment here a few days ago, some of it faulty. I need to speak to her.”

The navigator. The fucking navigator. Of all the bunch of overpriced, black market scraps you’d somehow convinced the Mandalorian to buy from you last time, it just had to be the navigator. He still has his old blasters. Pumps are cheap. Even the deflector shields he could’ve done without for a couple of months. But the fucking navigator. The lack of droids on the Crest means that Mando relies solely on the navigator to set coordinates. Without it, he wouldn’t be able to find his way out of a system, let alone make hyperjumps. Even worse, the model is so old, its glitching isn’t recognized by the control panel, so he had to hover around the atmosphere of this damned planet for three days before figuring out what it was, throwing off his schedule and losing track of two bounties in the process. All because you sold him a damaged version of the one part he can’t do without.

But your gaping-mouthed kid worker seems too unused to visitors to really care about Mando’s request, too entertained nibbling on a bare bone and eyeing the costumer in front of him as a knowing smirk cracks his lips and he says, “I dig it.”

“You…you ‘dig it’? I don’t…”

“The whole, y’know.” He draws circles in the air with the bone, signaling the beskar armor while he wipes the sauce around his mouth with a sleeve. “The, uh, Mondolarian vibe you’ve got going on. Very retro, dude. I dig it.”  

Mondo…? Bewilderment overshadows irritation for a second, and Mando focuses all his energy into searching the kid’s vacant eyes for a sign of intelligent life. “I…I am a Mandalorian.”

Fucking stars above, it’s never easy with you. If not your endless teasing, it’s the exorbitant prices, your unwillingness to compromise, or your scurrying around so he’s forced to play cat and mouse with you. Your latest impossible challenge for him to tackle is, apparently, getting a straight answer from the obtuse employee you must have handpicked from a catalogue of idiots to torture Mando. Maker, he’s surprised your store hasn’t gone bankrupt yet. He can’t imagine anyone else in the galaxy putting up with your whims. And he only does it because…well, because…

After dedicating a couple of seconds to crafting the perfect response for what appears to be his very first client, the kid muses, “Well, shit, what do I know.” He flashes a toothy smile as he rereads the dogmas on the walls. “Says nothing about Mondolarians here, but, uh—”  

“—Look,” Mando bargains with your gatekeeper, trying to level the exasperation escaping the vocoder, “I only have one faulty part. Let me talk to the owner, and—”

“—Shit. I bet it was the microvalves.” Your staff of one hangs his tuff of hair in shame, swaying it limply from side to side, before staring straight at the visor apologetically. “My bad, dude, I’ve been trying to get them right, but I always fuck them up. It’s hard, y’know? Red with red, white with white. Why not red with white? Or—”

“—No. What? No. Listen to me. You sold me a busted—”

“—I sold you?” the kid scoffs, his eyes suddenly snapping wide and offended, ignoring Mando’s clenching fists, which usually make normal people cower. “Excuse me, mister Mondolarian sir, but I don’t, uh, don’t recall selling you shit, in fact—”

“—Not—not you personally, the store, look, just—”

“—in fact, I’ve never even met a Mondolarian before and you’ve, uh, no right—no right— to judge my microvalves that I worked hard on—”

“Let him in.” Your voice carries its usual amusement as it cuts between the Mandalorian and the kid, breaking off the bickering from both ends and drawing their attention to the melody’s source. You lean on the doorframe leading to your workshop, holding a pair of pliers in one hand and a wrench in the other. Grease is smeared on your face, where teeth bite down on a playful smirk and the twinkle in your eyes speaks of terrible intentions—like always. You tilt your head back to the room behind you. “C’mon, Mando. Let my receptionist work.”

With a sigh, the hunter moves towards the separate room, not before glancing back at the receptionist, who throws him one last disapproving look and wraps the bandeau that never stopped blasting music around his ears.

“Why do you keep him here?” the Mandalorian grunts as you push yourself off the doorframe to move inside your studio.

You shrug. “It’s him or droids.”  

Mando trails after you inside the cramped workshop, filled to the brim with piles and piles of sensors and motors and all the other scraps from dubious origins you collect, fix, and resell. He closes the door behind him and pushes a large tube hanging from the roof to the side to walk closer to you.

Facing him, you plummet on your wheeled chair with a sigh, your arms dangling off the armrests, still holding the wrench and the pliers, like you’re the monarch of your little kingdom of junk granting him an audience.

There, Mando finally gets a good look at you, and—much to his annoyance—you’re as lovely as always. Glistening and greasy, you’re still beautiful with oil stains on your skin and fat droplets of sweat trailing your temple. You beam at him from your squeaky throne with that faint grin that attracts nothing but trouble. Maker, no wonder you always manage to talk circles around him. But not this time. This time he won’t fall for your little games. He won’t, he won’t, he won’t. Tonight he’s walking out of here with all of his money, no matter how much you bat your pretty eyelashes at him.

The Mandalorian squares his stance and straightens his back in a futile attempt to intimidate you, strutting ahead firmly and pointing an accusing finger at your face.

“You sold me a—”

“—a busted navigator.”  You roll your eyes and push yourself to your legs abruptly before the hunter can get any closer. He stops dead on his tracks. You wave the wrench and the pliers in the air like the conductor of an orchestra. “I sold you a busted navigator.” The vowels are dragged out with an exaggerated tune to make fun of him. “Yeah, I heard you the first four thousand times, Mando.”

Without looking, you drop the pliers to the side. They land dead center on an open storage box. Perfectly. Almost rehearsed. Something clicks. The Mandalorian suddenly finds the missing piece of a puzzle he didn’t know needed solving, and he feels his shoulders deflate and release some of the anger that drove him to your store in the first place.

You peacock closer to him, one foot in front of the other and swaying your hips as you look down to the wrench in your hand. “But, you should know by now,” you murmur once you find yourself only inches away from the beskar, your voice morphing its earlier mock exasperation into the tone you only use whenever you two aren’t talking business. You look up at him, failing miserably at masking the mischief in your eyes. “I don’t do refunds.” You lift the wrench and grin as it taps the beskar breastplate lightly with a tink.

And before you can blink, Mando’s hand flies to your wrist to clutch it roughly, squeezing without hurting you, but with enough strength to force your fist open. Just like he knows you like it. The wrench falls to the floor with a bang that makes you jump. It’s Mando’s turn to smile when he pulls you by the wrist to press you closer against him. The cocky glint in your eyes dulls into confusion.

“I never said it was the navigator,” he informs you lowly.

You tense under his grasp and shift your jaw. “You knew I’d come back,” he continues, encouraged by your grimace. Staring at your feet, you half-heartedly try to wriggle away from his grasp, but he grabs your other wrist instead and holds you flush against the cold beskar. “Okay. I’m back. Now give me my money.”

But his satisfaction is short-lived, because if there’s anyone in the universe who knows no shame, that’s you. So you simply bite your lower lip and move your head from side to side to shake hair and embarrassment off your face. When you look up at the visor again it’s with that brazen insolence that secretly gets the Mandalorian going like nothing else in the galaxy.

“A girl gets lonely in here,” you purr. Your wrists relax, and make no attempt to pull away. “Can you blame me for wanting you back a little earlier?” Your plush lips curl into the perverse smile of someone who’s holding all the cards, making heat rush involuntarily to his crotch. And it drives him fucking insane. He could have you tied, shackled, or bent over, and you would still sneer at him like you had him wrapped around your finger.

At his silence, you wedge a leg tightly between his thighs and massage it against the bulge between. Your gasp in fake surprise when his length hardens at the first hint of a brush, too unused to any sort of physical contact to remain neutral to your bold caresses. He bites down hard on his lip to suppress a moan. He won’t give you the satisfaction.

Mando’s learnt, though, that his restraint only feeds your audacity. Only makes you taunt him more. His lack of response spurs you on, and you crane your neck forward to lick a slow line along the beskar of the chest. You blink at him playfully as you go, stuffing your tongue back into your mouth once you reach the top edge of the breastplate.

You must find it funny. How his ribs expand and contract in anticipation. How he tends to roll and unroll his fists in an attempt to suppress the instinct to throw you on top of the table so crowded by clutter that he can barely see the surface beneath and fuck the smirks off your face. How he always gives in. How he stiffens both scandalized and impossibly aroused every time you introduce him to some newer, filthier act. You must think it’s so fucking funny.

And as much as the bounty hunter wants to shove you back against your crumbling wheeled chair, he knows you’ll only enjoy it more. So he simply lets go of your wrists and steps back.

“I’m only here for my money,” he lies.

The vicious grin grows wider. “Oh, so you’re making me work for it tonight.” You step back and lean against a table with your arms crossed over your chest, purposefully pushing your tits against the cleavage. Mando shifts in his place. Licking your lips until they glisten, you give him a once-over. You study him inch by inch, and an uncomfortable rope knots in his stomach when he realizes that this is how his bounties must feel when he watches them wordlessly.

Your eyes settle on his visor, and a decision seems to cross them as you walk over to sit on your creaking chair. “Or maybe you just want to hear me beg.” You part your legs wide and clutch the armrest with one hand while the other disappears under the waist of your pants. The contour of your hand shifts up and down slowly inside the crotch of your trousers, and your lips crook into a full O as they release a deep, foul moan. “Is that it?” Your eyes are glossy and malignant, trained on his visor. “You want me to beg for your cock?”

His leather gloves ball into fists, trying to coax blood into his head and away from his…well, his other head.

Yet you hold him in place with that sinful stare and the lewd whimpers that you know get him off, and yes, fuck yes, he wants to hear you beg and sob for him all night as much as he wants to clog your throat with his shaft and make you swallow your teasing.

But he can’t let you win. You can’t scam five thousand credits out of him and expect him to throw himself into your arms no questions asked. He wants to put an end to your little tyrannical rule on his cock. And he wants his fucking money back.

So the powerful Mandalorian watches helplessly as your hand quickens under your clothing and you throw your head back in ecstasy. That fucking smirk doesn’t leave you, though. Even less so when your palm picks up some speed and you hear his breath hitch involuntarily at the visual, loud enough to override the vocoder.

“C-come on, Mando, don’t—” Your hand sinks deeper into your pants and you hum at the adjustment. “Don’t you wanna teach me what—what proper cos-costumer service looks like? Huh?”

His cock jumps in his pants when you say his name in a wanton gasp, and Mando can see you’re sweating and moving your hips faster against your palm. He’s so hard it hurts.

Your smile falters and you frown impatiently as the pent-up tension threatens to snap in your body.

“Don’t cum,” Mando blurts before he can stop himself.

“Or what?”

“Or I won’t give you what you want.”

Your movements halt on command, and the hunter almost envies the control you have over your own body to be able to backtrack on the very edge of your release. You hold your hands up in triumphant surrender as you watch the Mandalorian approach and stop just a breath away from your body. He stands tall before you, crowding you with his size and turning down the volume on the nagging voice that reminds him that he’s letting you win.

Eyes on the prize ahead of you, you lick your lips and snake a hand beneath your sit. You pull a lever and the chair plummets a few inches until your mouth is directly in front of the rigid tent growing in his pants. Expert fingers undo his belt and lower his fly, but, stars, nothing is fast enough when Mando already feels the veins of his cock growing thicker and thicker. Skipping all formalities, your hand sneaks inside, cups his balls, and pulls all of him outside. He groans when you grab his shaft and squeeze hard from base to tip, your bare palm catching awkwardly on his equally dry skin. Mando melts into the sensation all the same, but you seem displeased with your palm’s lack of fluidity.

“Fuck. Hold on.” A pair of fingers disappear into your mouth and down your throat as far as they’ll go. You choke on them dramatically and your eyes water slightly, but they shine when the two small intruders drag outside your mouth, pulling a thick string of elastic spit with them and dropping it on his shaft, pulsing with anticipation. You lean forward and look up through your lashes as you unroll your tongue slowly and more gooey saliva dangles from it. It’s too dense to spill onto its target, so you pluck the heavy ropes from your mouth and smear it manually on his cock, while a thread of it hangs on your chin.

“Fuck.” Your tiny clenched fist wakes up every nerve in his body as it drags up and down his shaft, obscene and perfectly lubricated. Mando’s hips buck into its grasp involuntarily, so suddenly that you flinch at the unexpected jolt. It’s a small comfort for him, to see that he can also surprise you. But then you’re giggling again, locking him in place by grabbing the buck of his belt with your free hand.

“Eager,” you remark. You lean forward and place a chaste kiss on the tip that digs into his spine. Maker, it was barely anything, but he’s so hard and your mouth is so close. “Aren’t Mandalorians,” you tease, “supposed to have self-restraint?”

Mando’s only answer is a low groan and a gloved hand that tangles on your hair and pushes you forward. You resist, though, instead wrapping a fist around his base and dragging your hot tongue up his underside, stopping just before the tip. A tortured whimper echoes around the helmet, and the Mandalorian is not sure if you could hear it because his muscles pull tighter, drawing his attention to his cock and your mouth and the fact that the latter is not wrapped around him for some reason. As if you could read his mind, you suddenly engulf him whole. Spit gathers on the edge of your lips as you suck on his length, swallowing around the tip and swirling your tongue around his girth.

“Fuck, you’re so—so fucking g-good at this.” You hum in response, sending vibrations through his shaft that make his knees buckle. He always forgets how good it feels with you. He forgets that you take him perfectly like all your holes were made for him to fuck. That you make his blood run hot with every swing of your tongue and every spasm of your cunt and every insolent remark that escapes your lovely mouth, now busy pleasuring him.

You settle on his head and suck on the bulb, hollowing your cheeks to let him feel the delicious inside of your mouth. Mando grabs handfuls of your hair with both hands, still trying to extinguish little whimpers before they leave his throat. And you can tell. He knows you can tell because determination clouds your eyes as you yank him closer by the belt. You drag your tongue in a circle around the ridge of the head, before dipping into the slit on the tip and finally earning a punched out groan and some beads of precum as a reward. Somehow, you moan and chuckle at the same time, opening your mouth as strings of spit fall to the floor.

“You’re hard, Mando,” you coo, pumping his length while you rub it on the side of your face, “throbbing and so, so hard. You should’ve come to me sooner, baby. You’re desperate.” You suck on the head again, and the Mandalorian’s grip on your hair turns to steel, pulling you into him and no longer asking. Moaning, you let him, taking him as far as you can and wrapping a fist where you can’t reach. Your other hand releases his belt and snakes down to your lap, fumbling with the waistband of your pants.

Somewhere in the swamp of sensations drowning his thoughts, an idea flashes in Mando’s head, and he holds on to it before you can suck it out of his tip. One glove lets go of your hair and quickly grans the hand lowering into your heat to resume touching yourself. His cock still in your mouth, you look up at him with furrowed eyebrows and a silent question.

“You can’t c-cum,” he explains, forcing words out of a throat that right now only wants to moan, “un-until you give me my—my refund.”

You groan and roll your eyes, taking your mouth off him with a pop. “Fuck no,” you breathe as you pump him faster and harder, almost making Mando lose his resolve. Almost. His hold on your wrist tightens. “It’s store policy.”

“Y-yeah?” You continue sliding your fist along his shaft, as you lean forward and lower your face to start lightly licking his balls. The room spins around Mando, and his grip on your hair pushes you into him until you suck on one ball gently. “Is—is it store p-policy to—ngh—to f-fuck your clients?”

You chuckle against his taint. Your head straightens to set your attention back on his tip, where he’s leaking an almost embarrassing amount of precum. A thumb brushes over his slit, gathering the pearls and bringing them into your mouth to taste him. The way you rub your core slightly against the chair is sneaky enough, but the Mandalorian catches the movements and tugs your hand and hair tighter as a warning. Your shoulders slump.  “I’ll give you half,” you offer.

Mando guides your hand lower and curls it around his swollen cock, silently begging for your attention. His hand wraps over yours as he squeezes your fist and drags it along his shaft at a pace of his liking that sets his insides ablaze. “Eighty.” The helmet falls back as he revels in the wet sounds of your hand sliding back and forth his cock and giving him a nice enough memory for when he inevitably goes back to the Crest and is forced to take care of his needs himself.

You let him guide you, cupping his balls with your other hand and swirling your tongue around his darkening tip. Mando’s chest trembles with a long moan at the toe-curling feeling of your warm spit and your clenched fist working so hard for him, until you drop him from your mouth and answer, “Seventy.”

“N-no, I—”

“—Seventy,” you repeat and twist your hand away from his grasp, leaving his seeping cock throbbing and abandoned, “or you don’t cum.”

Fuck, he was close. He was so fucking close, before you turned the tables. Like fucking always. A part of him cradles his already bruised pride, shaming him for—yet again—not being able to hold it together around you. But his cock tugs harder. More insistently. It pulls every fiber in his body and screams at him to give you whatever the fuck you want.

“Fine.” He nods his head once, before his better sense can convince him otherwise. “Seventy.”

A full, beautiful smile that almost makes Mando forget he’s getting scammed graces your plump lips. You waste no time shoving your hand inside your underwear again and moving your arm frantically as you give him a couple of throaty whines. You open your mouth as wide as it’ll go and blink up at him, inviting him to take you however he so pleases. He tangles his fingers on your hair and shoves you against him as you wrap your lips around his cock and muffle your mewls on it.

The Mandalorian starts fucking your face, getting his money’s worth as he moves you back and forth. Your eyes water and you gag with every shove, but you work earnestly for him, hollowing your cheeks and moving your tongue and pulling just about every trick on your toolbox to make Mando’s eyes roll to the back of his head.

And stars, even through your pants and his helmet, he can still smell your arousal. He hears the wet squelching of your fingers working your pussy fast and if he could only get a look. One look is all he needs to cum, he’s sure, one fucking look at your clenching cunt and he’s done.

“F-fuck, l-let me see,” he pants, “let—let me s-see you—see your p-pussy cum, just—fuck—just a mo-moment, please, j-just…”

Tears from all the gagging fall out of your pretty eyes as you open your mouth and stand up, taking your trembling hand outside to fumble with your trousers. Your thumbs are hooked under their waistband and push down slightly before you suddenly stop and stare at the Mandalorian gulping all the oxygen he can get and waiting for you. “Sixty,” you say carefully.

Too intoxicated with you and too focused on the blood beating hard on his cock, Mando couldn’t care less. He doesn’t give a shit about percentages or money or parts or whatever half-forgotten excuse he had to come here tonight. All that matters and all that’s real is whatever he needs to climax, and if it means letting you win, so be it. “S-sixty. Yes. Whatever. Just—just take your fucking pants off.”

One swift movement and your pants and underwear pool around your ankles. Yanking hard on the hem, you manage to pull the right leg off your boot. You don’t bother with the other one, letting it hang on your left leg as you climb back on the chair, spreading your legs and hooking one thigh over the armrest to offer him the best view possible.

Mando’s cock threatens to spill at the sight. You’re fucking soaked. Your folds are blushed and slick and swollen with all the blood accumulated on your cunt. Three fingers rub your aching clit and everything around it with messy strokes, as you stare at the bounty hunter with raw lust and moan for him loud and clear, and this. This is worth the fucking navigator.

As soon as his shaft ghost over your face you lean into it and reach for him with your mouth. Mando takes your head between his hands and resumes his previous brutal pace, his eyesight now directed at the way your cunt spasms and seeps more juices with every circle you press against your lips. And, fuck, you’re taking him like you’re hungry for his cock. Pushing harder and further and faster despite the gagging, you’re making Mando see blotches cloud his vision and feel how his muscles turn into hot, thick magma. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he can’t hold it in anymore. His balls start pulling up as a warning and you’re sucking harder and mewling around him.

“I—I…I’m gonna—I—”

Mando can’t find enough words to put together for the life of him, but you nod and manage a chocked “Mhmm” and bob your head to the pace of your quickening fingers and stars oh fuck—

The wave of his climax hits him hard on his back and makes him curl around you. He braces himself against the top of your chair and the change in position makes his cock slip outside of your mouth, but his vision goes completely black and all he can feel is the rush of pleasure crushing his bones into dust. Maybe your name is falling from his lips, but he can’t be sure. The never-ending spurts of cum falling somewhere hoard most of his attention, and he focuses on that thick and heavy release, so rare for him that he puts his mind into savoring every second.

It’s not until the echoes around his ears dissipate that the Mandalorian hears you’re still whimpering. Hunched over you, he opens his eyes just in time to see you gather some of the seed that he spilled on your neck and bring it down to smear it over your bundle of nerves, rubbing it one, two, three, four times, before you’re sobbing long and loud. Your hole tightens around nothing, your forehead resting on his cuisse, and Mando thinks he could get hard again just from the image.

You both stay like that for a while, curled into each other and panting in turns, until Mando gathers all the energy left in his system to pull himself upright and shove his softening shaft back into his pants. It’s only then that he sees just how much of a mess he made: Cum landed everywhere. It hangs thick all over your face, on your neck, on your hair, on your clothes. He blushes darkly and he’s about to open his mouth to apologize, but you sense it. Somehow. You wink and brush off his shame with a smile and a wave of your hand, standing up to get dressed. But Mando’s quicker. He kneels in front of you and gently raises your underwear until it hugs your hips, wishing for a fleeting second he could press a kiss on the supple flesh there. You grab his pauldron for balance to sneak your foot into the pantleg that Mando holds open for you.

For once, it’s he who breaks the silence. “I…I do want my sixty percent, you know.”

“Of course.” You smile sweetly at him, reaching back to your work table to grab a clean rag, rubbing it against your face and neck. “I’ll even throw in some free microvalves for good measure.”

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Taglist of two so you can keep each other company :) : @rosetophighlander​ @hellomothermoon

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[emiefaunwrites]

Hi!! I am very interested to know how Taka will say I love you!! Don’t rush it though if you need time to think about it! Take your time! I also have another ask that’s been on my mind that may not be Ishileon related, but I just gotta know;

How does Mondo eventually find out he’s dating THE Princess Sonia Nevermind?

Take your time on both of these if you need to! No rush!

Heyyyy!

Another ask I can't immediately set aside. I swear I'm going to do the older ones. I swear!

I'll be doing your first ask since it's the one that woke me up this morning. But I'm keen to do the Mondo one too! Happy to do that separately (after I catch up on the other asks first!)

But yeah. Let's make Leon smile again! Thank you for asking (and sorry on the delay on your ask) (also the anon ask - sorry for the delay here too). I hope this is okay!

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• Takaaki is having a pretty lousy day.

• He and Shinjjro have been assigned a really lousy case that is taking up all of his time.

• A cold case that has no leads, no witnesses and yet they're expected to get results.

• He's THIS close to slamming his head against the table when his office phone rings.

• And it's reception saying his son is here.

• Why is Taka here? They haven't made plans that he's forgotten, have they?

• He gives his apologies to Shinjiro, who waves him off with his head buried in his arms, and heads out to the main lobby.

• To see his son sat ramrod straight, staring dead ahead of him, tapping little patterns into his knee.

• Uh oh. Something's wrong.

• He gets permission (only just) to take a half hour break and takes Taka to a nearby coffee shop.

• It takes some time to coax the issue out of his guarded son, but what comes out of his mouth is the opposite of what he expects.

• 'Leon told me he loves me.'

• Now this is something Takaaki imagined would bring his son to happy tears, not this miserable state.

• And as his father, he can see how his son looks at the flamboyant red head - Takaaki knows that Taka has been in love with Leon from the moment he first brought him home.

• So why is he looking so down?

• He knows better than to pry so he waits until Taka speaks again.

• 'How do you know if you're in love?'

• Ahhhhh. That's the problem.

• With a sigh, he leans back in his chair and observes his anxious son before smiling.

• 'There's not a straightforward way of knowing.'

• 'But how do you know that you won't hurt the other with false feelings?'

• 'Kiyotaka. You have never been a boy who feels things without meaning them. It's one of the many things I love so much about you. So...tell me what you feel about Leon.'

• Well this isn't what Taka wanted at all! He's here for help, not this!

• So he rants. About how he OBVIOUSLY thinks a lot about Leon. How he can't wait to see him whenever they're not together. How he makes him feel like a better person and wants to keep trying to be better every day. How Leon's opinion is the one that matters most to him. How he can't see a future without Leon in it. How...

• Oh.

• Takaaki sees the penny drop on Taka's face, smiling softly at him as his face flushes.

• And before he knows it, Takaaki sits alone at the table as his son rushes out into the streets.

• Taka runs like he's never run before, not giving a damn that it's started pouring with rain.

• And he doesn't even stop when he makes it into school - running up the stairs three at a time before skidding to a stop outside Leon's door and pounding his fist against it.

• Hina and Sakura catch him there and tell him that Leon's in the rec room with Hiro and Mondo.

• In the rec room, Leon's doing his to keep up appearances.

• Mondo knew something was up when he came back alone but didn't pry and invited him to a pool game.

• It's doing just enough to lift Leon's spirits enough to be distracted - but in the corner of his eye, he still catch the sad look on Leon's face.

• Leon's just about to take a shot when the door slams open, catching all three of them off guard.

• Especially when they see an absolutely soaked, dishevelled, out of breath Moral Compass in the doorway.

• 'Taka?! What's the...'

• Leon's cut off as Taka slams against him, kissing him hard and holding his face in cold, damp hands.

• It knocks the wind right out of him, leaving his thoughts in a muddle as Taka pulls back to look at him.

• 'I love you. I'm sorry I didn't say it earlier. Because I do. I love you so much, Leon.'

• Leon can't stop the tears and grin as his heart practically stops working in joy, pulling Taka into another kiss.

• Later, when Taka's showered, he sits on the bed in Leon's t-shirt and lounge trousers letting Leon dry his hair - and they can't stop grinning at each other.

• 'Say it again.'

• 'I love you.'

• 'Again.'

• 'I love you.'

• 'Again.'

• 'I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you...'

• Leon can't get enough of hearing it and can't stop saying it back.

• And the evening is spent between kisses and I love yous.

• (Bonus scene - the boys seemed to forget Mondo and Hiro were in the rec room. And didn't spot them smirking and creeping out the room, blocking people from coming in while they had their moment.)

#kiyotaka ishimaru #leon kuwata #ishileon #mondo oowada #yasuhiro hagakure #ask request #yaysof11037

[anonymouslyangsty]

Idea: Escape Room AU. Making a loose interpretation of that one horror movie. Some of the Danganronpa characters are invited to play in an escape room, but find that if they don't solve the puzzles in time the consequences are deadly. Not only that, but each of the rooms are deliberately designed to invoke past traumas of each of the characters. My main motivation? High stress Ishimondo.

YES. 100% yes. You don't know how much I crave action/adventure Ishimondo. Yes domestic fluff is sweet, yes the death game can be intense. But there's something special about people having to actively fight for their lives together, and solving murders just doesn't hit the same.

So yeah I like the idea, it almost gives me YTTD vibes (for those who don't know, Your Turn To Die is like DR but you win puzzles or die. I love it)

(If you're interested, there's a fic that kinda fits this idea. It's Beyond Despair. It's basically "everyone who dies comes back and now they have to do puzzles to survive. I'll try not to take too much inspiration from it for this concept)

But yeah I love this idea. I think things like this do best with smaller groups, so here's an idea: Leon, Hiro, Chihiro, Mondo, and Taka go to an Escape Room over the summer for Mondo's birthday. Then surprise! It's all death trap filled.

Just trying to think of potential rooms on the spot...I warn you that I've only gone heavily into the backstories of Taka and Mondo when it comes to DR1, so I might be missing out on some good ideas.

Hiro has to make a bunch of predictions to stop the others from getting harmed, perhaps a form of Russian Roulette. If he predicts where the bullet is incorrectly, he ends up shooting someone. He's probably not aiming for anything vital just in case, but it would still suck.

Not sure how this relates to trauma. Maybe he messed up an important prediction, and that led to someone getting seriously hurt?

Chihiro's great issue is weakness, which he tries to overcome. So maybe his room is having to hack something with a timer, where failing to do so in time leads to everyone burning alive. It would test his mental fortitude.

Or we could go the physical strength path. Like a situation where the solution is in an area so small that only Chi can enter, but something inside has to be forcefully pulled open. So Chi has to find the strength to do it, either by outsmarting the trap, or pure strength.

Or maybe it's both? Chi has to show both mental and physical strength to pass the trial.

Mondo has his own issues with strength, not to mention his guilt for the whole Daiya thing. Maybe he gets put into a situation where he alone can solve the puzzle, but cannot act. Instead, he has to tell the others what to do.

Think something like the game Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes. The basic premise of that game is: there are two players, one with a manual, and another with a bomb. The player with the manual has to instruct the other player on how to defuse the bomb. The player with the bomb cannot see the manual.

And that would be pretty stressful for Mondo. He isn't confident in his intelligence, so having to solve the puzzle alone would already be a problem. Plus there's the fear that he'll fail his friends, that he'll mess up and get them all killed.

For Leon...I'll admit that I don't have a solid idea for him. He wants to leave baseball and become a musician, right? So I'm not really sure how to infuse that desire into his room.

Plus I don't want to make his room just "hit this target to escape" because he can probably do that really easily...But it still needs to be involved with his talent in some way.

Here's an idea. It's not ideal because I'm not sure how well it fits into his character, but at least it includes his talent in a way that won't be horribly easy for him.

The group has to play a game of baseball, Leon vs everyone else (sure the teams are uneven, but Leon's the best baseball player around, so it's fair).

The game has to end with 12 home runs (why 12? there's a dumb reason.). For each point the enemy team gets, the other team is punished somehow. Each punishment is worse than the last.

Leon is a way better player than all of them combined, so it's not about him winning. It's about him deciding who gets hurt. Does he save himself, or save the others? It's a game of selfishness vs selflessness. Not to mention a delicate balance of ensuring nobody's too hurt to keep going.

As for the punishments, we could add another layer of selfish vs selfless actions. Maybe the losing team has to decide among themselves who takes the punishment, or they can all agree to take a slightly less harmful version of it.

And Taka. I'm...not sure? His character is all about morality, but Leon's trial kind of has that covered. There's also his role as a leader, but Mondo's trial covers that. Whatever the case, I'm just going to throw out ideas.

First thought is to focus on Taka's passion and strong work ethic. Think of it as kinda the opposite of Mondo's proposed trial. Taka's placed on some kind of pedestal that leaves him about 8 inches from the ceiling. On top of the ceiling is some kind of button, just far enough away that he has to reach to touch it.

While he's up there, everyone has...some kind of puzzle to solve. I don't know what honestly, probably some moral dilemma or something to keep on theme.

Now here's the point of this trial. Around the beginning of the room, Taka's shot with like half a dose of sedative. Not enough to knock him out, but enough to make the process of reaching up to hold a button pretty hard. Whenever he isn't pressing the button, water starts filling the room. If he passes out, they all drown.

This trial places him in a position of power, as everyone is relying on him to stay strong despite the struggle he's facing. And it's the opposite of Mondo's trial because he has no agency. He can't really help solve the puzzle, all he can do is keep that button held. But it's also similar to Mondo's trial because, if he falters, everyone dies.

The downside to this option is that it has nothing to do with morality. Mondo could just as easily have this trial, since it's more about hard work and strength.

Another option is something that focuses far more on morality. I'm not sure of the details, but perhaps it's a situation where he has to decide who of his friends to hurt to help everyone escape. And he wants to find a solution that leaves everyone unharmed, but that very well might not be possible.

Or maybe something like the prisoner's dilemma? (In very basic terms, you have prisoners A and B. If A and B trust each other, they both escape. If one betrays the other, the one who betrayed escapes with some extra benefit. If both betray, both get nothing.)

In this hypothetical situation, perhaps this is the last trial, just long enough for little resentments within the group to build. For the stress of the situation to make friendship become overshadowed by self preservation. Can they really trust one another to do the right thing, or will they get betrayed?

This is more morality related, but it's also not specific to Taka. Taka doesn't play a lead role, they all do, since they all have to face the dilemma.

Final idea, and admittedly the least formed one. They’re in...some kind of puzzle, with a timer of course because we need the pressure to be one. In the room with them is someone none of them know, bound and gagged.

They can spend time trying to solve the puzzle the hard way, or they can do it the easy way. But the easy way means killing the captive (Maybe they have a key in their stomach or something). And you want to do the right thing, but there's a timer and the moral option takes so much longer.

Taka continues his role as moral compass for this trial. He has to be the one to declare if they go the easy option. If he choose it, he personality has to get the key. There's a knife provided for the task

It could feed on Taka's fears of corruption and morality. Is it better to sacrifice one to save the group? Is he being selfish for trying to save a stranger rather than his friends? Taka has a very black and white view on morality, and this trial would force him to shatter that.

It could also lead into a fear that he'll become just as corrupt as Toranosuke. After all, if he can't solve this trial without any deaths, how can he be a good man?

Honestly? While I called this one the least formed, I think I like it the most. It's a real moral dilemma.

#kiyotaka ishimaru #hiro hagakure #mondo owada #chihiro fujisaki #leon kuwata #danganrompa #also #thank yall for dealing with my slow response time #an ask tag

[solartranslations]

AF2 Ash Chapter 11 (1/14): He Wants to Turn Back, But…

The heroine’s face goes dark at hearing Mondo’s decision. Is there any way to save him…

~*Scene: Conference Room*~

Felicita: Wait, Papa!

Mondo: I will hear no objections about this

Felicita: …

~*Scene: Courtyard*~

Liberta: What is Papa thinking! Does he really think we’d just accept it if he told us that!?

Nova: …Calm down, Liberta. Yelling like that isn’t going to change Papa’s decision

Ash: Yeah. If we want to change his mind, we have to at least have another plan

Liberta: Well do you have any ideas!?

Nova: If we did, we would have suggested it already…!

Ash: It is what it is. Even if we did have an idea it might not change anything

Ash: Right now, we don’t have a single clue as to what we could do about the Tarocco

Nova: Ash is right. Vir’s suggestion is guaranteed to work. So if we can’t come up with something better, there’s no point

Liberta: Are we just going to sit around doing nothing and watch Papa die then!?

Felicita: ……

Nova: Hey, be careful what you say. You’re not the only one that this is hard for

Liberta: Ah! Sorry, Ojou. I…

Felicita: It’s okay… I understand how you feel…

Liberta: Ojou…

Ash: ……

(*grab) Ash: Come here for a sec, Strawberry Head

Felicita: !?

Liberta: Hey! Where are you taking Ojou!?

Nova: …Let them go. They probably need to talk privately

Liberta: Nova…you shouldn’t force yourself. Or that vein in your head is going to burst

Nova: Sh-shut up…! You should keep that to yourself

Felicita: (Is Ash angry…?)

(*thump)

Felicita: !?

❤≪Ash≫

Love: I don’t want anyone else to have you

Person: Should Liberta really be acting like this…

Link: I need to consider how she feels instead of arguing

Felicita: Ash, my hand…

Ash: ……

~*Scene: Hallway*~

Ash: …Sorry for pulling you away. Does your hand hurt?

Felicita: Why did you touch me?

Ash: Because I don’t mind if you read my heart

Ash: It wasn’t right of me though. I was thinking that since I couldn’t say what I wanted to, it’d be easier to just have you see it directly

>I’ll try harder too

(+10 Amore)

>Why?

(No Amore)

>That’s not like you

(+30 Amore)

Ash: Huh? Try to what?

Felicita: I think I still need to work on understanding what people are feeling

Ash: …Hearing that is kind of a relief. Like I can admit that I need to work on it too

Felicita: Ash…

Ash: So thanks

Ash: As I said. I shouldn’t get to point it out, but you’re also pretty bad at understanding how people feel

Felicita: …!

Ash: Sometimes I just think there are more simpler ways you could put things

Felicita: …Sorry

Ash: Don’t apologize. I’m just not trying as hard as I should

Ash: What is then? Should I run my mouth like an idiot instead?

Felicita: No. I just mean that you’re always straightforward

Ash: …Damn. You’re really unfair sometimes

Felicita: Unfair?

Ash: You’re too good at breaking the rules. …And you always say what I need to hear

Ash: Maybe I should try being more laid-back like Chick Head

Felicita: …?

Ash: It’s just a theory…but if we had a Philosopher’s Stone, maybe we’d be able to seal the Tarocco without losing your dad

Felicita: !

Ash: But the problem is what comes after. You heard Teo, right?

~*Flashback: VF Power Reactor Room*~

Teo: Even if you had a Philosopher’s Stone, it might not help you. You need to be careful when using them

Elmo: Yeah… They work for some but not for others

Teo: And you still need an equivalent exchange! Philosopher’s Stones are powerful, so Vir said you need something big to get one

~*End Flashback*~

Ash: Even if we did seal the Tarocco, something still might happen to your dad, which would be the same as Vir’s plan…

Ash: It might be the user who’s responsible for the equivalent exchange, or it might be what it’s used on

Ash: And one person might not be enough for this to work too…

Felicita: Just thinking about it isn’t going to change anything. I’m going to go look for it!

Ash: …Yeah. The two of us will, right?

Felicita: *smile*

~*Scene: VF Messy Cabin*~

Felicita: (Ash hasn’t said anything since we got here…)

Felicita: ……

Ash: …Not here either. Let’s try somewhere else, Strawberry Head

Felicita: Okay

Felicita: Hoot

Felicita: Ash, look out!

Ash: Huh? Wha…AHHHH!?

(*trips)

Ash: Damn it. I wasn’t paying attention and now my foot’s stuck

(*creak)

Felicita: Let me help

Ash: Huh? This is nothing, I’ll catch up. You can go on ahead

Felicita: …You don’t need to be stubborn

Ash: It’s not that. We’re in a hurry right? It’ll be faster

Felicita: Right. So it’ll be faster if I help you

Ash: Don’t…!

Felicita: !?

Felicita: …Is it because you don’t want me to touch you?

Ash: Yeah

Felicita: …!

Ash: …I don’t like making you upset, but it is what it is

Felicita: ……

Ash: If you read my heart right now, you’re going to see some really dark things…

Felicita: Alright. I don’t know what you mean exactly, but I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to

Felicita: I don’t want to force you to show me things you don’t want to be seen

Ash: …Sorry

Felicita: But, I do want to know everything about you. Good and bad

Felicita: Even the things you don’t want me to see. I want to be able to accept that too

Felicita: If I can’t do that, I can’t change the Family

Ash: ……

Felicita: You said we would change it together, right?

Ash: …

Felicita: ……

Ash: Yeah. You’re right

Ash: Okay, give me a hand then

Felicita: !

Ash: …I did promise, so I’ll help you

Ash: You really are stubborn

Felicita: *smile*

(*tug)

❤≪Ash≫

Love: I owe her again…

Arcana: To make a Philosopher’s Stone…

Pain: But I still want to be saved

Link: Resurrecting the dead would require…

Felicita: ……

Ash: Let’s go then

Felicita: …Yeah

~*Scene: VF Prison*~

Ash: This is the only place left…

Ash: Would I really have hidden it here though…

(*creak)

Felicita: (That spot creaked louder…)

(*tug)

Felicita: …

Ash: Huh, what are you doing?

Felicita: Ash, there’s a box here…!

Ash: That box…

Felicita: It was hidden under the floor

Ash: I remember now! When I was a kid, I used it to hide things that were important in this

Felicita: Then is it in here…

Ash: You did it, Strawberry Head!

Felicita: *smile*

Ash: So this is a Philosopher’s Stone… Now let’s see what it can do

Felicita: Yeah…

Ash: …The cost of using a Philosopher’s Stone won’t be small…

Ash: I believe alchemy has promise. It can be used to help people, and my thoughts on that haven’t changed

Ash: But would someone really be happy to be kept in this world with a Philosopher’s Stone?

Felicita: !

Ash: The more I thought about it, the less sure I was about what the right thing to do is…then I got my foot stuck

Ash: That’s what I meant by “really dark things” before. I didn’t want you to see me being so pathetic…

Felicita: I don’t think it’s pathetic

Ash: ……

Felicita: I’ll think about it with you

Ash: With me…

Felicita: I did promise

Ash: Ah, so you can say that in times like this too…

Ash: Haha! It’s okay if I don’t know the answer then. …But I guess looking for it together is part of the answer

Felicita: Yeah

Ash: Anyway, let’s go report this to your dad

Felicita: (Reporting to Papa…)

Felicita: (Ash is only going to use to seal the Tarocco…?)

Ash: Oh, we should tell Jolly too. If we don’t, he’ll be annoying about it later

Felicita: ……

Ash: Hey, what’s wrong? Hurry up, or you’ll get left behind. You haven’t ended up with a liking to this place, have you?

Felicita: Are you sure, Ash?

Ash: Huh? Sure about what?

Felicita: Ever since we found out a Philosopher’s Stone might save Papa, you haven’t said anything about your own wish…

Felicita: This might be your chance to fix your tiger form, so are you sure?

Ash: Hah! If you think about it, it’s obvious which is more important. I wouldn’t use it for myself

Ash: First off, this is a situation where your dad’s life is on the line, while mine is just a personal problem. Or maybe I’m just getting what I deserve?

Felicita: But…

Ash: What? Do you hate it when I’m in my tiger form?

>I’m not talking about that

(+10 Amore)

>Of course I don’t

(+30 Amore)

>I don’t hate it

(+20 Amore)

Ash: No, we should make it clear. When I’m a tiger, I’m not me, am I?

Felicita: …Huh?

Ash: Well, I wasn’t in control of myself and couldn’t talk. Plus I caused you trouble…

Felicita: …!

Ash: …You’re sure

Felicita: Of course

Ash: Alright…well, I thought you’d probably say that…but it’s a relief to actually hear it

Felicita: …Yeah

Ash: Thanks

Ash: You don’t? That’s an understatement. You’re always asking if you can ride on my back or pet my fur

Felicita: Well your tail always perks up when I scratch your chin. Luca said that means you’re happy

Ash: That useless hat needs to stop running his mouth!!

Felicita: (Is Ash trying to say that he…)

Felicita: Whether you’re human or a tiger, you’re still Ash

Ash: Felicita…

Ash: …*kiss*

Felicita: Ash…

Ash: Yeah. You’re exactly right. What I look like isn’t important

Felicita: Yeah

Ash: But, it’s not like I’ve given up on going back to normal. I wanted to do it on my own anyway, so this is fine

Felicita: I’ll help you too

Ash: And actually, I’m making progress with a medicine that lets me keep my sense of self in tiger form

Ash: That’ll solve one of the problems

Felicita: Ash…!

Ash: But, you know. It’s nice having you encourage me like this

Felicita: …!?

Ash: Can I get another one?

Felicita: …

Ash: Please?

Ash: Yeah, that’s it

Felicita: Dummy…

Ash: Your Arcana powers didn’t activate

Felicita: …They might have, but I didn’t pay attention…

Ash: Can I get one more then?

Felicita: Do I have to?

Ash: Tch!

Felicita: *sigh*…

Ash: …Just to be sure. If we show this Philosopher’s Stone to your dad, we can suggest using it to seal the Tarocco, right?

Felicita: Yeah. I’m sure Papa will be against it…but I still want to save him

Ash: It’ll be fine. I’m sure, so let me try talking to him

~*End of Scene*~

(Continue to Ash Chapter 12)

(Back to Directory)

#ash #arcana famiglia #arcana famiglia 2 #chapter 11 #solar translations #psp game #translation #releases #oooh that's why no heart reading that one time before

[hyperfixationtimego]

Alright we’re trying this angst thing again

Diamond Brothers Angst because I said so

Both Daiya and Mondo have huge self esteem issues bc of the crash

Both think stuff along the lines of what the fuck I could have prevented that

Neither Daiya nor Mondo can sleep very well because when they hear vehicles driving past and the occasional screeching tires they’re back at the scene of the accident

They hear a semi truck rumbling past? Suddenly neither of the brothers remember how to move or breathe properly

They both survived the crash but they were both injured severely bc fuck dude that was a truck that hit them

The Crazy Diamonds witnessed the whole thing and they were Worried™️

And we all know how the Owadas hate being vulnerable

Neither of the brothers could actively ride their motorcycles for a long time after the crash because they couldn’t handle it emotionally

They played off their mental recovery time as time in the hospital

Daiya made Mondo promise not to get back on his motorcycle, much less the road, until he was 100% sure that he was prepared to handle it because what if there’s another freak accident that neither of them have control over

Mondo made Daiya promise the exact same thing because He Cares™️

Mondo has reoccurring nightmares about the crash and often sees Daiya dead in those nightmares

The gang shows up in the nightmares too and they’ve all been hit and it’s all Mondo’s fault and he couldn’t be a good leader because he wasn’t strong enough and why couldn’t he just be more like his brother god fucking dammit

Sometimes he sees Taka or Chihiro in place of Daiya and the Diamonds and that Absolutely Terrifies Him™️

Daiya has reoccurring thoughts about hijacking a truck to hit the driver who hurt him and his little brother

He wants them to feel all the same pain and more that they put the Diamond Brothers through

Daiya has breakdowns over this because even if he is a gang leader, he would not go that far

cue the Am I A Bad Person Complex™️

Mondo does not let himself stim

He doesn’t think it’s manly and it definitely doesn’t fit the Tough Guy™️ act

This leads to worsened focus and next thing you know he and Daiya are having a yelling match at home because if Mondo’s grades drop any lower he’ll be expelled soon and Daiya just wants the best for his brother but nothing works out the way it was planned

One time Mondo received a popsicle stick and paper heart from Taka

He was extremely happy

When he got back to his dorm he was that happy that he was shaking and then oh shit

Mondo broke it

He snapped the popsicle sticks in half

the note that Taka wrote,, it got ripped in the process

Mondo full on sobbed over this for an hour at the least

Like

Actual

Real

Tears

He broke something that Taka— not just his bf, but his best friend— had worked so hard on to make just for him and he fucking broke it like a shit for brains idiot

Mondo is terrified of hurting his friends

Because what if he forgets to take his adhd meds one day and his emotional dysregulation is all fucked up and he has an outburst again and actually hurts his friends

Or what if he takes 2+ doses by accident and focuses too hard and is left staring at one (1) spot and everyone hates him and what if they think he’s a creep

Mondo hates going out of his dorm at night because what if someone else is out and they have a flashlight and now they’re pointing it at him and it’s bright and those are headlights and that’s

that’s his brother

on the ground

not moving

Mondo will start shaking and he’ll break down hyperventilating or freeze on the spot

Either way, he hates being vulnerable

Whaddaya think? :D was that enough angst?

also can you tell that i kin Daiya on the dl bc i too got hit by a moving vehicle to save my young mer sibling from being hit /lh but also srs lmfo

HEY TINK??? HEY TINK????????

GodDAMN make me cry over this shit oKAY-

also sorry this took ✨forever✨ I had to gather my Thoughts™️ and my brain did not want to work today 😌

also before we get into my things, tw for trauma (obviously), unhealthy coping mechanisms, underage smoking/drug relapse/smoking as a crutch, and suicidal ideation (passive, but still there)

First of all, y e a h oh my god?? There is literally so much internalized guilt for both of them,,,,,like they rlly do have episodes sometimes where they just. Play over the events of what lead up to the crash in their heads and fixate on what they could have done differently,,,,,even though in the moment they both did their best? Like “well, I shouldn’t have taken us down this street” or “if I had acted quicker, maybe it wouldn’t have happened” and.....yeah those thoughts really fuck with them, y’know?

and 100% that unexpected/overwhelming vehicle noises and/or presences are nearly debilitating. Honestly, I imagine that Mondo can’t go hang out with Leon and Taka or whoever else if said people are hanging out in Kaz’s workshop. Owada’s only ever been in there once and immediately had to leave when he heard Kazuichi starting an engine he was working on. Not to mention being surrounded by a shit ton of vehicles, even if they were idle, had kept him on-edge the entire thirty seconds he was able to handle it.

They both deal with a lot of phantom pain, as well. Like something triggers them and suddenly, even if they’re able to remain in the moment and keep conscious of their surroundings, they somehow feel every ache, every twinge of pain, every breaking bone, or bruised patch of skin that they felt on that day. It’s a lot more prominent in Daiya than it is with Mondo, but they do both experience it!

And neither one lets the other know when they’re feeling like shit or having an episode because 😌 Daiya. wants to be strong. for his little brother. and Mondo. sees his brother basically functioning like a typical person. and figures that there’s something wrong with him. because he can’t get over what happened.

Takemichi is absolute shit with Emotions and being vulnerable or getting people to open up to him, but he’s like..........internally these bitches are Not Okay what the fuck am I supposed to do about it???? So he kind of...tries to hint to both of them that he’s worried? Without making it obvious or embarrassing them, but he’s like.......fuck these assholes.......making me be the one to make them realize they need help goddamnit........

And michi exhibiting a change in behavior is pretty 👀 because. it’s michi I mean he’s not just gonna change the way he talks in front of u for nothing, u know? So both Daiya and Mondo are actually able to pick up on it, although their reactions differ pretty greatly.

Like Daiya’s first thought is “wow, he’s worried, that’s really sweet of him. Better convince him everything’s okay.”

Meanwhile Mondo’s is “wow, he’s worried. my stupid emotional turmoil is that obvious. he must think I’m some sorta fuckin idiot for not being able to get over it. or selfish. or both. yeah, probably both.”

Also I think Daiya’s pretty perceptive in general? Like he can Tell™️ that something’s going on with his brother, but........yeah emotional conversations....vulnerability......that’s rlly neither of their strong suits. + he also figures that if it were something mondo were really really really having trouble with, he would come talk to him!

And so Daiya has absolutely no concept of just how Not Good his brother is doing right now hbbvvvv

So he settles for being like “I’m just gonna stay strong and act like the memories and intrusive thoughts aren’t affecting me in any way because I want to be a good role model” (which. is not healthy obv)

oh g o d the nightmares

they are so horrible and vivid and concentrated at times that Mondo simply.....refuses to sleep. He’s exhausted, both mentally and physically, and yet he can’t bring himself to close his eyes because he knows what he’ll see if he does.

And of course it affects him to the point that his friends start to become worried. Like Taka notices a stark increase in tardiness or general absences, and, after an initial assumption that it was simply Mondo choosing not to care about his academics again, realized that there was probably a lot more going on than he realized. He really, really wanted to bring it up and let his boyfriend know that he’ll always be there for him no matter what, but he couldn’t quite figure out how to articulate it properly. The farthest he gets is with the question, “is everything okay?”

And as much as Mondo wants to respond to him by saying that no, in fact, everything is not okay, everything sucks and everything hurts and he’s tired and he hates himself and sometimes he wishes that the crash had killed him, but that’s selfish so he should shut up- he just.....can’t bring himself to open himself up like that. Yes, he and Ishi are dating, so logically he should be able to tell him all this, but.....it’s so much. It’s too much. Too much to think, too much to feel, let alone try to explain. So he shuts himself up with a quick, curt, “Yeah.”

And....Taka knows he’s lying. He’s not sure how he knows, but he does. And it hurts to see someone he loves so much in such a state of anguish, and basically be unable to do anything about it because....how is he supposed to respond? What is he supposed to say? Navigating everyday interaction is difficult enough without having to improv something that could affect his partner’s mental health indefinitely. So....he does his best. Which isn’t enough, really, but it’s something.

“You can tell me anything.”

Mondo wants to believe him.

—

Another side of that same coin is Mondo skipping class a lot more than is typical for him. It’s almost always with Leon, but he’s also begun slipping away on his own, occasionally, as well, now.

And....y’know, at first, Leon thought it was super rad that Owada and he were skipping more! Like it used to be that Kuwata would offer for them to miss the next class, and Mondo’s usual answer would be ‘not today,’ and then Leon would keep bugging him about it until Mondo either gave in or told him to fuck off.

But....there’s just something about how it went from Leon being constantly shut down, to being told yes around the first few times the idea was brought up, to how, suddenly, Kuwata wasn’t even the one asking, anymore. It’s....depressing? Uncomfortable?

There’s also the fact that hanging out while they’re cutting just....isn’t as fun as it used to be? Leon’ll crack jokes or come up with stupid dares, and Mondo’s responses will be noncommittal at best. And Leon’s had enough experience with sleep deprivation to know it in his friends when he sees it.

He’s never been put in this situation before - usually it’s kuwata having some sort of stupid episode and usually it’s owada who’ll tell him to chill the fuck out and think rationally about things, but....Mondo acts a lot different when he’s upset than Leon does. He smokes more. Cuts himself off from everyone. Doesn’t engage with anything.

It’s different with people like Toko, or Makoto, or Kaz, because Leon knows what they need. He knows whether or not they need vulnerability, or a physical presence, or tough love, or tactile grounding, or a willing ear or shoulder to cry on, but with Mondo......he just isn’t sure.

So Leon doesn’t comment.

——-

Chihiro’s probably the one to get him to open up about it ngl.

ANYWAY-

y e a h Daiya intrusive thoughts?????? fuck yeah???? absolutely??????

god yeah I rlly feel him on that ngl hbhdbdbdbbb

and MONDO DARLING 🥺

god okay it SUCKS because????? he doesn’t judge his friends for stimming????? Like he sees his friends fidgeting or repeating phrases or rocking back and forth and he’s like???? Hell yeah you go u funky kid ilysm

But when it comes to himself????? he’s like if I do anything aside from stay perfectly still, I’m weird and bad and a failure so I simply Will Not

he’s wrong but it doesn’t change the fact that he feels that way ❤️

hhhvhvvdd I’m also a slut for daiya doing his best as a makeshift parental figure,,,,,,,like fuck dude okay,,,,,,as an older sibling who also loves and cares about their younger sibs but often finds emotionally connecting with them to be difficult,,,,,,,,,mood??? And having all of that amplified by rlly being his younger bro's only support in his home life,,,,,,,like ok mr. owada go off

he feels a lot of pressure to get it right and make sure that Mondo's doing okay, so the grades really worry him. but, of course, grades are a touchy subject with mondo regardless, so as u said it devolves into arguments and yelling and a lot of defensiveness!!

and god okay,,,,,,,the heart rlly got me,,,,,,,like that hurt. it rlly hurt man okay damn

honestly??? I think that might be the thing that gets him to break. like that might be his final straw.

because when they meet up again, Ishi asks him about it and whether or not he liked it. And Mondo just.

fucking.

breaks.

down.

He’s shaking and he’s crying and there’s snot running down his nose and this is so ugly and so not manly but he can’t stop. he can’t stop. Because there is this sweet, gentle, kind, sweet, beautiful, darling, sweet man before him who did something so nice for him, something he didn’t deserve, and he destroyed it.

Like he destroys everything.

And so when Taka panics and asks him what’s wrong (yes Ishi gets worried that he did something bad and yes ishi also gets worried that his boyfriend didn’t like the present because hdbdvdvd kin 💛) owada just. spills everything. and he doesn’t even begin with the gift??? he starts with apologies upon apologies, many of them incoherent, and many of them with Mondo not even certain what he’s apologizing for, just that he knows he needs to

and ofc Taka is like o-o because wow ok

but after his initial shock, and after Mondo has thoroughly cried himself out and explained everything he could stand to explain at that point in time, Taka just......holds him. And strokes his face, brushing away the tears that have not yet dried, simply offering his body as a weight, as something for Mondo to ground himself with. And it works.

And Taka insists that Mondo has nothing to apologize for, only that he wishes Mondo would have told him what was going on sooner. Because he wants to help. And hearing that just gets Owada’s waterworks going all over again, but he’s still got Ishi there with him. He hasn’t scared him off.

And it’s more than enough.

—

and UGH yeah????? yes absolutely absolutely okay okay so,,,,,,,,mondo comorbid adhd/depression/anxiety

like sir 🤝

got me fucked up smh

honestly he’s probably not diagnosed with the depression or anxiety, either, until something like the incident with ishi prompts him to realize oh wow I’m not okay actually

so yes he 100% does???

he constantly has all of these what if situations swirling around in his brain about what might happen if he fucks up, or does something that he doesn’t qualify as fucking up in the moment, but leads to something awful or painful or harmful for someone else, and he’s just??????? g o d

#sorry this took forever and i doubt it’s even legible my god #but yes angst 🥺 #mondo sweetie......I’d die for u.... #also not me getting distracted every fifteen minutes or so by spotify playing a song that reminds me of a headcanon for a different char 😳 #took me all day to write this I’m sobbing #danganronpa #ask box #mondo owada #car crash #car crash tw #trauma #trauma tw #angst #dr #ishimondo #daiya owada #the-human-sharpie #non despair au (danganronpa) #crazy diamonds #diamond brothers #kiyotaka ishimaru #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #thh #dr thh #dr headcanon tag

[triggerhappyimagines]

Headcanons for insecure S/O

yes yes yes you can! i suffer alot with this as well so i fully understand. sorry if i implement a bit of my experience here, as mentioned if youd like me to change anything feel free to let me know!

tw// weight, one curse word

-mod ouma

Korekiyo Shinguji

-once you decide to tell him about your insecurity, hes absolutely baffled

-you..

-you don’t find your body beautiful??????

-it’s probably one of the main reasons he sees true beauty in you.

-of course, he doesn’t express his shock to you to avoid making you feel bad, but he immediately sits you down and listens to you calmly, taking every bit of information seriously.

-he will listen to you intently while holding your hand reassuringly, giving you any time you may need to organize your thoughts.

-once you’re done, he’d squeeze your hand and take a second to come up with words, as hes still in disbelief that you’re insecure.

- he is so so glad you had the confidence to tell him and he lets you know that anytime you feel like this, you are fully allowed to come to him for help.

-as for how he would help you out, i feel he would be really great help, not just comforting wise but in general.

-if you’re having an off day, you would come to him and let him know what’s bothering you. once you’re done, he’d tell you the sweetest reassuring words whilst holding you close and pulling down his mask to give you a kiss on the forehead.

-”I know it can get hard S/O, but every single human is different from the other and that’s no reason to beat yourself up for it. Your own unique body is absolutely beautiful and maybe it will take some time for you to realize that, but know I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

-logical but sweet comforting is Kiyo’s specialty.

-if you one day decide you want to do something about your chubbiness, he will be supportive! he will exersice with you and help cook healthy meals, he’ll also give you methods from different cultures obviously.

-overall a supportive baby who wants the best for you!!!

Nagito Komaeda

-he’s noticed you start acting a little weird for a while, things like wearing oversized shirts or keeping your arms around yourself around him and all your friends.

-once he finally decided to ask you about it, you tried to convince him there was absolutely nothing to worry about, but he’s not dense.

-the boy knows lots on insecurities and self loathing, how dare you try to fool him??????

-anyway, he wont force you to tell him but he wont dismiss it because he’s actually pretty worried.

-once you actually decide to tell him, he’ll be there in a heartbeat to comfort you, giving you advice he wished someone said to him when he was down. he’ll probably say a few wrong things at first but quickly fix it if he notices it upset you! he may be a little insensitive but it doesn’t mean he’ll pruposely hurt you.

-when you were feeling too down on yourself, he’d scoop you up in his arms and lay you on a couch or bed (whatever is closer) and began peppering your entire face in kisses.

-if you allowed him to, he’d also place little kisses on your stomach and places you disliked about yourself.

-afterwards, he’d hold you close and begin asking what he can do to help you feel better. if you decide to get thinner, he’ll help you in anyway he can but reassures you that you should only do this for yourself, not because of him or other people. he will never suggest you doing anything to change yourself though, he loves you regardless and reminds that to you a lot.

-expect him to be constantly complimenting you afterwards, very supportive and understanding boy!!

Gundham Tanaka

-he understands but hates it >:(

-his beloved is unhappy with themselves? but how?

-he’d pull you outside either to a balcony or just some type of nice place to look at the sky to talk to you about it, wants you to be relaxed and know he will be there to listen.

-quickly loses his “i am satan himself” act and listens to what you say, all while letting you hold the Four Dark Devas of Destruction. you both can’t help but chuckle at the sight of cham-p rolling around in your lap.

-once you finish venting to him a little, he’d sccop up said hamster and hold him to your face.

-”Cham-p is not the thinnest little beast in the world, it does not change his immense power and potential to rule over all mortals!”

-makes little jokes like that in attempts to cheer you up, obviously takes your concerns seriously though! after getting a few smiles out of you, he’d hesitantly wrap an arm around you and plop the little rodent back in your lap, his cheeks flushing due to the hug and looking up at the clouds while he thinks of what to say.

-”S/O, regardless of how you may think of yourself, you must realize your true power and worth. Although you might not see it now, your beloved believes in you! You will not be alone through your thoughts or journey, I will be here to encourage you whenever you might feel like this again. Nothing is wrong with the way you are, please keep that in mind.”

-anytime you’re feeling low, he’ll remind you constantly that theres absolutely nothing wrong with how you are and will spoil you for the day, won’t leave you alone to drown in your thoughts.

-genuinely just wishes he could do more for you, but tries his hardest to at least take those thoughts off your mind for a little and make you smile.

-hamster boy just wants you to be happy :(

Mondo Owada

-when you suddenly come to him for exersice advice one day, hes slightly surprised. he asks you what you need to exercise for, and when you tell him you’re wanting to lose weight he’d be kind of confused but agree.

-once you open up about why you suddenly want to lose weight, he’ll be really understanding about it yet kind of angry towards whatever is making you feel that way.

-”Insecure? You’re perfectly healthy though, why is it so bad? S/O, did someone make you feel this way? Tell me who made you feel this way and I’ll beat them to a fucking pulp!!”

-you have to reassure him it’s just an internal struggle and he has absolutely nothing to worry about before he gets too crazy, though.

-once you explain further, he’ll understand and assure you you’re damn amazing just how you are! he finds you so so so strong for being able to deal with that and admires your determination to get your head out of that bad place.

-when you’re feeling down, he’ll hold you close in his muscular arms and try to encourage you, all while pointing out little things he loved about you. he’d also suggest to take you out on a motorcycle ride to take some air.

-he might even let you work out with him for a bit if you want!

-it gets really fun after a while, while you’re doing some pushups he’ll come and randomly start tickling you, leading to you losing balance and giving him even more access to tickle you, causing a literal tickle fight on the floor.

-it all just always ends in laughs and you fully forget about your worries, happy to have your huge and built boyfriend by your side to cheer you up and help you.

Ishimaru Kiyotaka

-first he notices the way you look at yourself in the mirror or how your excitement turns to disappointment when you try on new clothing. he doesn’t ask at first, but he begins noticing more little changes in your behavior and finally decides to come to you about it.

-a lot of worrying

-A LOT.

-he’d frown and ask what it is making you feel like this, sitting you down for you to be comfortable as you vent. once you let everything out he understands a little more.

-does not mean he stops worrying

-”S/O, you have great potential! Do not let these dark thoughts haunt you so much, you are much more than what your mind tells you and I believe in you to see it! I’m here for you always, love. You’re the strongest person I have ever met!”

-he tells you not to tell his bro about the last part though.

-ishimaru is really protective and loving, so on your down days, he would sit you down and let you talk it out and he will give you his best advice then hug you tightly. he’ll point out all your great qualities and give you a kiss on the forehead when he’s done.

-he’ll hold you for as long as you need and provide all the comfort he can give for as long as you need it! after a few days, he’ll leave little notes around places he knows you’ll go to. all the little notes always hold cute little words such as “you look amazing today!” or “remember to drink lots of water!”

-overall just really understanding and caring, willing to do anything to help you. best boy taka!

and finish! god im so sorry for taking hours on this, i got a little blocked of ideas, so im sorry if its a little repetitive or something :( i hope you enjoy this and if youd like me to fix anything please please feel free to let me know! also, if you need anyone to talk to i’m here for you, anon <3

-mod ouma

#drv3 scenarios #drv3 headcanons #mondo owada #ishimaru kiyotaka #korekiyo shinguji #gundham tanaka #nagito komaeda #mondo scenarios #ishimaru scenarios #korekiyo scenarios #gundham scenarios #nagito scenarios #drv2 scenarios #drv1 scenarios #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa #danganronpa scenarios #danganronpa ships #mod ouma

[dracothedeatheatingcupcake-ao3]

hurt and pain?

Thanks for the words!!! They are both hard ones, since there are so many instances of both words, but I think I found a good section for them. The first is pretty long, over 1,000 words, but that's because there are multiple cases of the word hurt being used. And I bet y'all don't mind much, ha.

send me a word & i’ll post a sentence from my WIP that contains that word

Hurt: He’d be able to accept it if the kid just didn’t want to be his friend anymore. Right? He’s not a fucking child, he can handle rejection like a man. If it was just that Taka was upset with him and didn’t want to be his friend, then he’d be able to accept it. Oh, don’t get him wrong, it would fucking hurt. It would feel like he’d been stabbed in the gut and left to bleed out miserably on the side of the road. But… he’d accept it and let Taka move the fuck on, without making a big deal of it. He would! He promises!

The problem is, he has no idea if that is what Taka wants or not. All week he has been ‘lethargic’ and slow, his eyes dim even as he smiled. There was a distance in those eyes that he’d not seen the two weeks before, and he has no idea what it means. Is it… normal? Does the kid always get like this? Is he mad at Mondo? Is he upset by something? Is this all in Mondo’s head and he’s officially going batshit crazy?!

He doesn’t know! He straight up doesn’t know and it fucking hurts. Because at the end of the day, no matter the reason why, Taka is hurting. So very clearly is he hurting. The kid can be an absolute open book on certain things, and Mondo can see how hurt he is, even if he is doing all he can to hide it. But Mondo’s not a fucking idiot, alright? Not about things like this. He can see the pain in Taka’s eyes. He can see the distance and the unhappiness. He can see the way he keeps stiffening up when Mondo touches him, or how he’ll shuffle subtly away. It’s fucking agony and Mondo has no idea what to fucking do!

Part of him wants to confront Taka. Right? To call him out on his behavior and finish this once and for all. Mondo can feel the anger rising inside of him and part of him longs to just fucking let it out. To let loose on the kid and just get this frustration out. Obviously, he doesn’t have to say why that would be the worst fucking idea, but what else can he do? He sucks at emotional talks, okay? He sucks at being caring and kind and gentle and shit like that. If he tried to talk to Taka about all of this, chances are he’d fuck up and make Taka feel even worse about everything, and he doesn’t want that! He doesn’t!

He just… he wants things to go back to how they were. At first. When he and Taka worked well and they didn’t have to struggle just to talk. When Taka would smile at him with so much fucking joy, like Mondo mattered. Like Mondo was important. When he could touch Taka without wondering if the kid didn’t want him to touch him, without wondering if he’s fucking everything up. When… when he and Taka just fucking worked. No need for words or descriptions or… or anything. They just fucking worked and things were fucking good.

He ruined that, though. With his anger. With his rage. With his supposed fucking homophobia, but he ain’t fucking homophobic! He… he even fucking apologized for the slur he called Taka. A couple days ago. It had been awkward and Mondo had felt a strange lump in his throat the entire time, but Taka had just smiled at him and said he already knew and that he didn’t hold it against him, but if that’s the case then why? Why the fuck is Taka acting like this? Why the fuck is Taka so distant? If he truly doesn’t hold the things he’s said against him… then why is Taka so fucking distant now?

Maybe it had nothing to do with him. Maybe it has everything to do with something else. That’s a possibility, one that Mondo has entertained many times. But… if that’s true. If that’s true and it’s something completely unrelated to Mondo. Then… then why won’t Taka just talk to him about it? Does Taka think he’ll get mad? Does Taka think that Mondo wouldn’t fucking care? Does Taka not trust Mondo, even though he says he does, with his fucking life? He doesn’t know! Mondo has no fucking clue and this is driving him insane! He just… he doesn’t…

Mondo blinks back the liquid in his eyes and takes several deep, even breaths. He watches with dull eyes as Hina and Sakura exit the classroom, smiling kindly at him. They don’t approach him, but he gets it. He’s been tense all fucking week, and he knows the others have noticed. He and Leon haven’t been hanging out much because of it. The only person he hides his tension from is Taka, since he sure as hell doesn’t want to make Taka feel even worse about this all. But with everyone else Mondo has been short and taciturn, his unhappiness at Taka’s unhappiness plain for the world to fucking see. So, it doesn’t surprise him that Sakura and Hina are avoiding him. He gets it. He’s never been good company, after all. Christ only know why Taka hasn’t dropped his ass like it’s hot yet. Maybe he will soon. Maybe he fucking deserves it. Who fucking knows.

He just… he doesn’t want this to end. Not now. Not yet. And… and that’s the worst part about it all. He’s always known it would end eventually, right? He has no hope of holding onto Taka for any extended period of time. Losing him… it was always inevitable and he shouldn’t be letting it get to him so fucking bad. He wants the best for Taka, and if the best for Taka is for him to stay the hell away from Mondo? Then that’s what he wants! He just wants Taka to be happy. With or without him. He does, he promises, he ain’t fucking lying!

But…

But…

But… it still hurts. So fucking bad does it hurt. It’s like he’s tearing his heart out, like he’s tearing off a fucking limb. Especially because he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t know why Taka is doing this, or if he’s even mad, or- or anything! He doesn’t know anything and it fucking hurts. God, does it fucking hurt. He’s trying so hard to act normal around Taka, to be what Taka needs, but how can he when he’s hurting so bad inside? How can he when he feels like he’s fucking dying?

And he knows. Okay? He knows he’s being dramatic and stupid and shit like that. But he can’t help it. Because Taka is fucking everything to him, and he doesn’t know how to make this shit better. How to take Taka’s fears away and soothe him. How to make him see that Mondo wants to change for him, for only ever him. He… he…

Mondo shoves everything down when he sees movement from the doorway of the classroom, his heart racing as he sees a familiar black curtain of hair atop a familiar pale face. His heart aches when he sees that Taka has a blank expression on his face, when he sees how the kid is looking carefully not at him, but he… he fucking ignores it. If Taka doesn’t want to be his friend, then the kid better fucking say it, right? Mondo isn’t gonna allow the kid to give him the cold shoulder and make him end this shit. If Taka doesn’t wanna be friends, it’s gotta be him who breaks this shit. Mondo can’t spend the rest of his life regretting ruining shit with Taka. Not when he doesn’t know if that’s even what’s wrong with the kid. Swallowing down the bile that keeps rising in his throat, he forces a smile on his lips and he calls out to the one person alive that means a goddamn thing to him.

(From chapter 16 of TPWM, companion to chapter 17 of TPWP.)

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Pain: “I-it’s okay, kyoudai! I am perfectly okay! Just a little stress left over from the exams but being with you makes it better!” Taka states, pulling back and smiling brightly. Deceptively bright. Taka’s face is carefully controlled, his expression earnest and bright, but Mondo /knows/ it’s a fucking lie. This kid ain’t okay. And maybe it’s just exam stress like he says, but… fuck. He doubts it.

And yet…

Well. Maybe it would be better to just move the fuck on. To give Taka the chance to compose himself and let him deal with his issues alone. He clearly doesn’t want Mondo’s help, so… fine. He- he’ll leave the kid alone about it. It’s all he can fucking do, after all.

Smile as casual and lazy and he can make it, he chuckles, hoping it doesn’t sound wrong. Unlike the kid, he fucking knows how to hide his fucking fucked up bullshit. He’s had to learn.

“Alright, man. Then, shit. Sooner these fuckin’ exams are over with, the better. Yer gonna do perfect, Taka, promise. Y’ain’t got anythin’ ta worry ‘bout, okay? Shit, maybe we should go do somethin’ together... get our minds off this shit. Hey, I know! We mentioned takin’ a bath together some time, yeah? Maybe that’ll help. Baths are soothin’ an’ shit, an’ they help take yer mind off shit. I ain’t taken a bath in a while, might be nice ta do that shit together, relax an’ all that. What do ya say? Tomorrow mornin’, we take a bath? An’ y’ain’t gotta, Taka, if you don’t wanna I won’t be mad. S’just a thought, ya know?”

Mondo can see the frozen look on Taka’s face, the fucking /fear/ in his eyes, and he’s about five seconds away from giving up and storming off. He doesn’t wanna do that, doesn’t wanna make Taka feel bad, but… Jesus goddamn Christ. Everything he says makes the kid unhappy, and maybe… maybe it would be best to just leave the kid alone. Maybe that would make Taka happy. Maybe… maybe Mondo is the problem.

S-shit…

And then the kid is smiling and nodding enthusiastically again. Like nothing is wrong. Like he hadn’t just looked fucking /terrified/ at the prospect of taking a fucking bath with Mondo. Because why not, huh? Why the fuck not…

“Of course, kyoudai! That sounds like a great idea! It will be nice, to take a bath and not have to worry about my stress so much! Thank you!”

The words are bright. Enthusiastic. Happy. And false. So painfully fucking false.

Mondo wants to scream. He wants to take Taka by the arms and shake him until he stops acting like this. He wants to curse and snarl and sneer and do all those things he always does to hide the pain he feels inside. He wants… he fucking wants…

He wants Taka to stop acting like being around him is causing him physical pain…

But you can’t always get what you want. You rarely ever do.

Pushing everything /down, down, down/, Mondo looks away to control himself, forcing a chuckle out of his mouth. When he looks back, he can’t help the love he feels for Taka from rising within him, though he tries his hardest to hide the pain. He never wants to burden Taka with his stupid ass pain. Not ever.

“Alright, cool, man. Awesome! Heh. Mornin’ baths are the fuckin’ best. We can go when we wake up tomorrow,” Mondo says as casually as he can, lips still smiling. Taka’s face looks frozen again, but that’s okay. That’s fine. It… it’s fucking /fine/. Why is Taka unhappy now? Who the fuck knows. Whatever. It’s /fine/.

“Very well, my kyoudai! I shall look forward to it!”

Mondo forces another chuckle and wraps his arm back around Taka, partially because he adores having his arm around the kid, and partially to be petty. If the kid doesn’t wanna be friends, then he can fucking /say it/, alright?!

But the pettiness leaves him quickly, his heart aching, and as he looks down at Taka and takes in the general weariness that clings to the kid. It makes his heart ache but he just… what can he do? God… what the fuck can he do, other than continue to ignore it the best he fucking can…

“Hell yeah! Anyway, wanna go an’ do some homework or some shit? That fuckin’ literature essay is due tomorrow an’ she wants like, 1,000 fuckin’ words. Shit. I’ve got ‘bout 700, but I can’t figure out how ta make that shit longer. Think ya can help?” Mondo asks, head tilted as he looks at the kid. He can see the kid blink in confusion, his lips pulled down in a gentle frown. After a moment, his face lights up a little and he opens his mouth to speak, and Mondo thinks that maybe now the kid is feeling better. He always has enjoyed studying and doing homework above all else. Maybe this is what he needs. Maybe… maybe…

But then Taka’s face crumbles and he looks near tears again as he slowly shakes his head.

Mondo wants to scream.

(From chapter 16 of TPWM, companion to chapter 17 of TPWP. it's not far off from the last section, either, ha. Poor Mondo is not having a good time in this chapter.)

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(I also had a nice example for Painfully, so I decided to do that one too. Because I can.)

Painfully: “Do ya like it, Kiyo?” Mondo whispers softly into his kyoudai’s ear, feeling so much. So very much. “This place... it’s prolly my favorite place in the world. My bro, he... he used ta take us here, when we were little. I’d run along the lake shore fer /hours/, catchin’ fireflies in the summer and swimmin’ in the spring. I love it best in the autumn, though, the colors all bright an’ shit. It never fails ta take my fuckin’ breath away.”

Mondo pauses, letting out a soft, shaky breath, before he continues, his voice unintentionally low and intimate. He doesn’t know what he wants to say, still, but damn him if he says nothing.

“Daiya... Daiya would take us here when things got too much, when da would yell too loud, or ma would fall into yet another drunken slumber, fergettin’ ta feed us. He’d make us some food, some shit sandwiches ‘cuz he had no fuckin’ idea how ta cook, but he wanted me ta have somethin’ ta eat. And we’d sit here by the lake, just the two a’ us, laughin’ and havin’ a great fuckin’ time.

“It was a place just fer him an’ me, ya know? I ain’t ever brought anyone here, not the gang, no one. Ever since he- since Daiya died... this is the place I feel closest ta him. And I... I wanted to share that with you, Kiyo. My kyoudai. My soul brother. You... I wanted you to see this. Taka... /Kiyo/...”

Mondo wants Taka to know how important this place is to him. To know that this is more than a lake, that him taking Taka here is not /nothing/. This, right here? /This/ is how he wanted to show his apology to Taka. To show Taka how much he means to him above all else. How he never wants to leave him. How he… he…

Loves him…

Cares about him. Above all else. Like a brother. Of course, like a brother. Always like a brother.

He gets distracted from the feelings inside of him when he hears Taka’s breath hitch in a very suspicious way. When he looks back down at Taka, not sure when he looked away, he can see silver tracks trailing down his face, making his heart clench painfully. But before he can do anything more than let out a soft noise of distress, he feels Taka take hold of his hand, twining them together and keeping him in place. Taka is still crying softly, but he doesn’t seem distressed, just… overwhelmed again. And Mondo has learned by now that the kid cries at intense emotion, good or bad, so he figures maybe the kid is just- just… emotional. Mondo understands. He’s feeling a bit emotional himself. Like fuck will he /cry/, though. Taka is allowed to cry, it ain’t bad when he does it. But Mondo? Fuck no.

It still burns him inside. This feeling in his chest. It makes him want to do something stupid. To say something stupid. To turn Taka around in his arms and cradle his face in his hands, to look him deep in his absolutely stunning eyes, and tell him what he means to him. How he doesn’t think there is anyone or anything on this planet that means more to him. How he would give up the whole world— would give up his /gang/- no, his /baby/— if it meant that Taka could be safe and happy and healthy. How he wants nothing more than Taka’s happiness. How… how he… how he wishes…

How he wishes he could be gay, if only so he could love Taka the way he desperately wants to love him.

He hadn’t even known he felt half of that stuff before this moment, but as he holds Taka, watching the sunset together, hands entwined and bodies pressed so tightly together… closer than he’s ever been to anyone, save only Daiya… he knows he means it. With his whole heart, does he mean it. He feels like he’s holding onto the entire universe, like Taka means more than anything, and he wishes he could say this shit.

But… he can’t. His throat is too thick, his chest is too achy, and everything is just too /much/. Like everything revolving around Taka, it’s all so much. And he adores it, truly he does, but he knows that anything he says now will just come out all fucked up and wrong, and he doesn’t want that. He would hate to ruin this beautiful as sin moment.

But, as the moments pass and Taka still is crying, he realizes he can’t say nothing. He’s always hated Taka’s tears…

#Sentence from WIP #wip guessing game

[galaxina-the-pyro]

How would you improve the episode AYA?

...wait...you’re asking me?

I...I didn’t expect this...

The thing is is that I don’t think I could possibly come up with ideas for this better than, say, @authenticcadence18 or @springsfordays because their ideas are just too good (seriously, check them out, they have the literal best ideas for a rewrite of AYA, holy crap).

But if I were to rewrite it...hm...let’s make a checklist for stuff about AYA that just miffed me:

1. Plot B is fine. Plot B was probably the best part of AYA - Doof’s dilemma made sense for his character (and is hilarious), tied in with the name of the episode, and involved fun little shenanigans. My only gripe is that they didn’t go MONDO insane with it at the end, and said ending felt really abrupt.

(I also wish that, somehow, even Doof was involved with that “everyone knew” bit, but we’re gonna be scrapping that joke for this story - that joke is FUNNY, but it’s also degrading to Phineas, and is sorta a nice way of saying “yeah, you’re stupid for not noticing her feelings even though she’s not entitled to them - you’re the problem. It’s not like the episode is trying to hint at you two having switched roles, no, you’re the only one who was being oblivious and stupid.”)

2. We cut out Plot C entirely. Everyone trying to get Phineas and Isabella together was just...ugh. Why? And they had the audacity to compare what they were doing to all the AMAZING things they did when they were younger, like, guys - you set up some tables, decorations, and cooked them what I can assume to be a run-of-the-mill restaurant dinner - that has NOTHING on a rollercoaster through downtown. And their applause at that sweet but ultimately lackluster confession? Hurt. So much. Now that I think about it, it felt condescending, it unintentionally emphasized HOW uninspired this confession (as much as I love it) was, and it felt like they were taking credit for something they didn’t do.

And if we’re NOT gonna cut out Plot C...have Plot C be about FERB? Leaving for COLLEGE? Out of COUNTRY? Cuz I have a hard time believing that Phineas and Ferb are just OKAY with separating at such a long distance - heck, in “Candace Gets Busted”, FERB is the one who assumes that one day he and his brother are gonna own their own place together. It should at least be BROUGHT UP, don’t you think? (I’m conflicted on whether or not I’d keep Montessa in the ring or at least SHOW US how Ferbnessa happened, because I think what’s weirding people out is that they’re assuming that Vanessa literally waited for Ferb to turn 18 to start dating him - when I think it’s more likely that they kinda JUST started dating during the beginning of Summer? But I think stuff like that really SHOULD be explained because even though I don’t think it’s that weird, I understand why OTHER PEOPLE wouldn’t like the idea)

3. I kinda feel like this should have had more songs? I dunno why, I feel like this all could have been improved if we got a fullblown musical out of this (and...this may be me wanting a “What Might Have Been” reprise, lol) - like, make fun of HSM or something, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t have.

4. I kinda wanted to see more of the “where are they now”. Like, Jeremy, Stacey, Little Suzie Johnson, even that one couple with the lady who’s always like “what did you think, an anniversary dinner was just going to fall from the sky?” - I like stuff like that, it’s so much fun to think about. Also...I legit have so much anxiety over Perry never interacting with him owners ONCE in that episode, and even more anxiety over Pinky never making an appearance at all. Heck, if there was a good time to show us what the HECK happened to Django, now would be a great time.

5. I would have given the episode a unique intro, ala “Night of the Living Pharmacists” and “Last Day of Summer” - like, AYA is as much of a status quo shifter as those two episodes, why was it given the “Phineas and Ferb Get Busted” treatment?

6. Here’s a brilliant thought - NO ONE tells Phineas about Isabella’s crush? How about instead Phineas goes and wants to check in on her, because he really misses her and doesn’t understand why they don’t talk anymore (and he’s tried before, and they’ve nearly had conversations, but Isabella’s just too busy) - did he do something wrong? Is Isabella just too busy now? He needs to know. That should have been his priority, none of this “FrIeNd ZoNe” nonsense.

7. I would have made this into a near movie-length special. With all the topics that this episode brought up, particularly the whole “manipulating the situation” thing, I feel like a longer episode would have given them more time to talk about how stuff like that is...not okay.

[READ THE ACTUAL REWRITE OF THE EPISODE (well, my take at least) UNDER THE CUT!]

Okay, with those out of the way, how I would have written Phinabella the Movie...I mean...Act Your Age (I warn you, it’s not gonna be as good as @authenticcadence18′s or @springsfordays‘s ideas, so if you want quality stuff and not just mushy fanfiction fodder I’d check their stuff out):

I would have sorta made this entire thing take place during the “What Might Have Been” song - what that means is that it’s a collage of memories. How Isabella and Phineas met, how Isabella first got her “crush” (if you can really call it that, girl was full out in love lol), them building stuff with the gang during their canon ages, them going into highschool, Isabella ultimately choosing to give up her crush to maintain her friendship with Phineas (because her choosing to not be as close to Phineas because of a crush isn’t an option), Isabella’s first boyfriend (which probably’s gonna hurt a lot of fans, cuz I envision that to NOT be Phineas; but it’s Phinabella endgame, so relax); the episode just centers on the gang (mainly Isabella since it’s from her perspective) growing up.

Like, yes, all of the memories are gonna be Phinabella centered, but we gotta have SOME side-stories and junk, like maybe how Baljeet gets together with Ginger (and...how they break up...please don’t kill me), what ultimately leads Ferb to want to go back to England for studies (maybe it’s him wanting to be his own person and not wanting people to think he and his brother are just “a pair”), Buford...uh...something with Buford definitely, because I love him and he deserves it. Heck, maybe even the Fireside Girls can have their own arc with a graduation ceremony for their ranks (...what? I’m not linking stuff to the best fanfic ever, noooooo...why would-why would I do that?).

And maybe in this case Plot B SHOULD be different - maybe it should focus on how Doofenshmirtz first got to America, how he first met Charlene, what exactly led him to being evil in the first place, all that good stuff. Though, ultimately, that might be a little angsty - maybe there’s a reason why we don’t see exactly HOW Doof and Charlene divorced, because that could very well be the saddest scene ever, and it’s hard to put that kinda comedic spin on something so tragic (I mean, obviously there are comedies CENTERED on divorce, but like...they always SKIP the divorce part from what I’ve seen). Not to mention that this is a kid’s show, so...I doubt they’d actually show HOW it happened. This is just my thoughts. X’D

Back to the Phinabella.

Phineas and Isabella would have their confession during THIS part of the special rather than the very end (so, like...they’re still in highschool, and Isabella’s already broken up with that other dude in the story, and maybe Phineas had a girlfriend he just wasn’t happy with) - Phineas tries to do something big for Isabella, but it ultimately falls through because of Perry’s current nemesis (we never see who that is, lol), so he settles for something simple (at first he’s scared about it not “being enough” for someone like Isabella, but Ferb’s able to slap that nonsense out of him pretty quickly). He and Isabella spend the ENTIRE DAY together alone, leading to Phineas eventually singing a song he wrote for her to her, and the two have a cute little duet as a result (that has the opposite energy of “What Might Have Been”, so it’s important that somewhere in this episode that “What Might Have Been” is still a thing, it just doesn’t involve Phineas being aware of Isabella’s feelings, and it doesn’t involve Isabella trying to leave somewhere without saying goodbye, this would be more about Isabella, after trying to get over her crush, realizing that she still LIKES Phineas that way). They almost kiss, but they’re ultimately interrupted by Buford being Buford or something, but it implies that Phineas and Isabella are now a couple onwards from here.

Eventually it leads to a small party in the middle of Summer with the gang, with them playing some games and talking about how by the end of Summer, they won’t be seeing each other as much anymore because of college and stuff. They all remanence about the simple times - with Isabella eventually leaving (saying it’s because she needs to check on something, but really it’s because she’s sad that things are ending so quickly and she’s gonna miss everyone especially Phineas), and Phineas going after her to see if she’s alright (he’s oblivious, but he’s always been able to tell if she’s sad for the most part, save for maybe a few instances - but he’s older now, so he’s probably better at telling).

The two go for a stroll outside, and discuss the changes and stuff, how he and Isabella are ultimately going to have to work on a long-distance relationship and how Phineas is going to miss Ferb when he leaves the country, and how he’s gonna miss Isabella. And then they both realize that everything is gonna be okay, because they’ve literally dealt with worse situations and came out stronger for it - Isabella nor Phineas have any doubts in their minds that their relationship with each other or anyone else is going to sever just because of long distance.

Time moves onward, and there are a lot of changes (mainly talking about couples and other stuff - if it were me, there’d be endgame Buford/Gretchen and Ferb/Ginger of all people, and of course Candace and Jeremy would be married by this time). Phineas and Isabella are about to go into their last year of college, and decide to spend one more day together before they, once again, go their separate ways. The gang surprises Isabella by having made an ACTUALLY GOOD AND CREATIVE BACKYARD DINNER for the two per Phineas’ planning (the idea wasn’t bad, the execution was just lame imo), and long story short, Phineas proposes to Isabella. She obviously accepts, and everyone cheers for them as Isabella inner monologues about how change can be scary but it’s okay some mushy stuff about loved ones being there for you when you need them or something.

And finally, we cut to many years later, with Isabella as an adult now, looking out at the backyard of her current home, drinking some tea - this whole movie/special has taken place in this Isabella’s memories (if that makes sense), as she thinks on how she got there. The story ends with a child (we don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl) calling to her and calling her “mom”, and Isabella leaving to check on her kid.

And...that’s how I would have written “Act Your Age”. Again, I recommend this and this over my idea (because again, their takes on this episode are perfect, I don’t think anyone can top them), but if you like it then great. This was still fun to write out and stuff, and I hope you enjoyed it regardless. ^^;

#phineas and ferb #pnf #act your age #phinabella #act your age rant #episode rewrite #galaxina rants #not as good of a rewrite as others but i think it's decent at the very least #but i dunno #what do ya'll think #lol

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@dokitm​ asked:  🎰mayhaps for? my mikan, EYEZOOMS.

send 🎰 for me to put our muses into a random list generator then post the first five as potential ships! ( accepting! )

fuyuhiko and mikan

now this ... is interesting---- i’ve always found mondo and mikans interactions really sweet from the UTDP but at the same time, the idea of fuyuhiko developing a similar sense of protectiveness for mikan is something i am very here for. sure he’s much shorter, but he’s not afraid to be the one to stand up for her when he deems it necessary, however may be a bit more violent than what she’s used to so would definitely have to work on that side of things!! on the flip side, being used to relying on someone outside of peko is something that would definitely be a bit of an eye opening experience for him, too. they’d both have an element where they’re able to feel stronger and more confident in themselves by proving what they may internally think about themselves!! i also would love a post-despair thread of the two of them together, what they gave to junko and at the same time, what they need to rebuild with those around them. 

gonta and mikan

DIFFERENT BUT GOLDEN!!! mikan and gonta would be so freaking cute!!! gonta tries so hard to be a gentleman and at first it probably comes off as really intimidating and hard to understand, but his intentions are so good he’d work on it to ensure that mikan felt comfortable with all he wished to do, even if it was something small like opening the door or showing her his latest in the bug collection! he’s not the first to get injured, but i imagine there’s a lot of more natural medicine he would be able to understand and show mikan to help her be able to keep things lasting for longer and to me ... it’s just sweet! the idea of mikan being able to rely on someone who she may not know that well and for gonta to have a relationship thats pure emotion ... i think thats absolutely perfect for the both of them. 

mahiru and mikan

GIRLS!! mahiru and mikans dynamic isn’t really explored much in the twilight syndrome friend group but it’s true that mahiru cares about mikan so much and will always be the one to insist that she is absolutely fine in all she’s doing!! she’d be the first to ensure she took a picture of mikan when she least expected it, just so she could prove to her that there is such a wonderful side that she shows to everyone else ... even if she cannot see it in herself. in some way i can imagine the both of them, especially post despair, end up almost having one another close in replacement for another. perhaps satou and ibuki? which would definitely become a unique contrast, especially if one of them came to the realisation for it. mahiru would be the first to try and teach mikan to stand up for herself and talk back when needed, especially where boys are concerned!

mukuro and mikan

despair mikan: why can’t i find a girl like this ugh (pic of mukuro dressed up as junko) mukuro: hey despair mikan: no mukuro: im literally the girl in the pic

MEMES ASIDE, i do have a soft spot for these two as a ship or a friendship!! they both were hurt a lot by junko, but at the same time would have such a strong opportunity to heal from what happened with one another, because they wouldn’t even need to explain parts to which others wouldn’t completely understand. they both lost a strong sense of identity and the both of them being able to grow with one another to find something even more beautiful as their final turning point from their past is something i do admit is truly wonderful, and at the same time the opposite side of the scale where they both have to interact when lost in despair. mukuro truthfully has to play pretend as junko for a short period of time, and she would most likely experience how mikan feels first hand to that sort of thing, and her having that same sense of love from a childhood where she was pretty much void of it ... would be such a harrowing but unique experience for her.

kaede and mikan

this is really sweet!! kaede’s already proven how positive and uplifting she will be, even to those who might not believe they deserve it! i can imagine their first interactions being that short and sweet kind of cliches at the same time, which really helps open things up to one another! kaede would be the first to compliment mikan out of the blue, even if she didn’t believe it at first, and at the same time would let her know not to focus too much on the harsher words if she doesn’t want to hear them, especially after an interaction with miu and tenko that might have not ended up well. i love the idea of the both of them being able to have this moment of mutual bliss, where kaede might be playing the piano and mikan sorting out her tools where they can just spend time with one another. kaedes one of those people who you can just go and find just to hang out, and the first few times mikan does that with her will be truly rewarding. she’ll be as open as she can possibly be!

#dokitm #❛ ♡ › jupiter : 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱. #I DO LOVE THESE ... A WILD COMBO #long post /

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Evening Shenanigans (Arc Beginning)

(Didn’t have the time or work ethic level to make sprite edits, so you’ll just have to imagine shirtless Makoto for this)

[10:07pm at 78th class dorms/living quarters. Two days later]

*Knocking on the door to the main area.

I’ll get it...

*Kyoko opens the door and is greeted by two familiar faces

Hey Kyoko!

Komaru?

Hey, I’m here too!

Oh, sorry Toko, didn’t see you there...

Course you didn’t

Don’t be such a downer...She wasn’t trying to be rude.

Not to be mean, but what are the two of you doing here?

We just came by to visit. Everything’s ok in Towa right now and I brought yum-yums...

Hmhm...Well, I’m sure everyone will be happy to know that.

Sorry, but Makoto’s not here right now. You’ll have to wait for him to get back.

Ok, thanks. Think we can borrow the spare room for tonight? We weren’t expecting to get here so late.

Of course you can.

Wow, there are a lot more people up than I thought there were.

Well, it’s still early.

Hey, Komaru! Whats up! What are you doing here?

Just visiting. Good to see you Hina.

*The two of them hug, then Hina hugs Toko

EuEharEhghghRh...

You’re never going to get used to that, are you?

Nope...

Then I myself will refrain from hugging you.

*In the main lounge area of the building, Aoi, Sakura, Yasuhiro, Leon, Sayaka, Mondo and Taka are watching TV.

Watcha watching?

Some old ass documentary about an old Ultimate Student and their adventures...or something...

To be fair, that’s pretty damn accurate...

Cameron Aat, the Ultimate Adventurer. It’s rather a shame what happened to her...

Let me guess...she didn’t survive the tragedy?

I don’t believe so, but that’s not what I’m talking about. She was talented, but unfortunately used her talent for the wrong things. Namely, she trespassed on certain owned territory and got arrested, and placed into a self-help association.

I see...

*Hina shuffles up to allow Komaru to sit on the sofa. Toko sits on the sofa arm.

It sounds interesting. I wanna watch.

Well, you arrived at a pretty poor time. The episodes already half over...

Aw...Well, can you tell me what I missed?

I shall give you a rundown when it’s all finished!

Thanks Taka...

Oh...

What’s up?

It’s starting to rain...

Ah, you’re right...sure is coming down hard...

Ah crap!

What’s wrong?

I left some of my laundry out to dry up on the roof today! It’s gonna get soaked if I don’t get it.

*Hiro rushes to the stairs to go grab his washing on the roof.

Now that you mention it, I did the same!

*Sakura follows

I have to go! Me too!

If you’re going, I will too. Think I left my other jacket up there...

*Taka and Mondo also leave

I mean, it is getting pretty late and I’ve got a big day tomorrow, so I think I’m gonna go to bed early.

What about you guys?

I think I’m going to stick around and keep watching. To keep Komaru and Toko company for a bit.

Yeah, same.

Me too.

See you guys later then...

Goodnight.

*Hina leaves

It is raining pretty hard out there, huh?

P-Probably one of those evening showers...

Can you really call it an evening shower if it happens at night?

I’m pretty sure it still includes the night.

*There’s suddenly a loud crashing noise outside the door, followed by a cry of alarm and pain.

Huh? What was that?

Sounds like something hit the door...

Hm...Wonder if that was Makoto...

Hold on, I’ll go take a look...

Let me come with...

*Komaru and Kyoko both head for the door where the sound came from

Hm...I’m kinda surprised she could tell...Kyoko I mean...

...!

Ow...Ow, ow ow...

*As Komaru and Kyoko open the door, they see Makoto lying in a heap on the floor, up against the wall.

Makoto!

Huh? K-Komaru?

What happened? Are you ok?

Jeez...you’re completely soaked...

I was out walking and then the rain came out of nowhere...I started to run as fast as I could and...I guess I ran a bit too fast. I slipped and went crashing into the wall...

Oof...That kinda hurts...

Come on, just get inside already...

*Kyoko ushers Makoto inside.

Do you want me to grab you a spare towel?

No thanks...I think it would be better if I just took a bath...

Ok.

Damn...I want to grab a spare change of clothes, but I’m dripping water everywhere...I can’t go back to my room like this...

Why don’t you ask Kyoko to go grab them for you? I'm sure she’d be fine with it.

I wouldn’t mind...

Oh, sure, thanks. That’d be...

Wait! No no no! I can’t ask a girl to do that for me!

Cool it, I was only joking...sheesh...

Hm...What is this?

What the-!? Mr Naegi, you’re soaked to the bone! If you go out in the rain at this hour, you’ll definitely catch a cold!

Shame there was no pretty girl you could share an umbrella and walk back with...

Oh, Hifumi! Perfect timing!

I see...You want me to bring your bath supplies? Very well, I will do so.

Thanks. You know where my room is right? Here’s my key. My spare clothes should be on my bed and my towel should be on the shelf in the shower room...And don’t go poking around my room without my permission, ok?

No need to worry Mr Naegi, I wasn’t planning on it.

I shall be back in a jiff! Stay here and let off some steam!

Got it. Thanks a bunch.

*Hifumi rushes to Makoto’s room to grab him a spare change of clothes and a towel.

...

Kyoko? What’s wrong?

Sorry, I was just a bit distracted. It’s not often that I see your hair really soppy...That one big spike on your head is really droopy right now.

Huh? Oh, that...

I guess that’s pretty funny to imagine...I must look like a damp animal right now...

*Makoto says this as he proceeds to take off his jacket and his wet shirt.

It’ll probably look really silly when it’s dry too. It’ll be all floofy and fuzzy...

Yeah, probably...

...!

Kyoko? Is something wrong?

...

My, my, big brother, you really are quite bold...getting undressed in front of a woman...

...? ...!

Ah! Kyoko, I am SO sorry! I didn’t mean it! I just got carried away because Komaru was here and I didn’t think she’d mind since she’s my sister and all and...

No I’m...not too bothered by it...You don’t need to apologize...

Da-dada-dadaah! Hifumi Yamada has returned once again! Accompanied by the items that Mr Naegi requested from him.

Another one off the quest list.

That was fast! Did you find it alright?

Of course! It was right where you said it was!

Alright...I’m heading to the bath now. Thanks you guys.

Well, I didn’t really do anything.

I was only fulfilling a friend request.

*Komaru, Kyoko and Hifumi head back to the lobby.

What happened back there?

Makoto was out and then on the way back home, he had a bit of an accident...

Sounded like more than just an accident to me...

...

Kyoko...?

Huh?

You ok? Your face is...unusually red...

I-It’s nothing...

...

If I am no longer needed, I think I shall retire to my room for the evening.

Yes! I think we all should probably head to bed.

For real? Well, show’s over anyways, so I guess...

Gdnight guys and girls...

Goodnight Mr Kuwata.

Goodnight.

Kyoko...!

Huh?

Stick around a little bit...

Why?

Makoto’s still in the bath. You don’t want him coming out to an empty room, do you?

...!

I don’t think he’d mind too much...

Come on, sit down!

Huh!?

*Komaru forces Kyoko into a seat and gives Sayaka a cheecky thumbs up. Sayaka returns.

Just wait for a bit, he’ll be out soon I’m sure!

Goodnight!

What was that about?

Shush!

*Everyone except Kyoko leaves...

...

What was that...?

To be continued...

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa 1 #danganronpa ultra despair girls #dr1 #drae #naegiri #tokomaru #ishimondo #makoto naegi #kyoko kirigiri #komaru naegi #toko fukawa #sayaka maizono #leon kuwata #kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo owada #yasuhiro hagakure #sakura ogami #aoi asahina #hifumi yamada #the trial of koichi kizakura arc

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Just Say Yes (OwaMiki Week 2020 Day 2)

((Thank you so much OwaMiki Week for hosting this event! I’m super excited for this pairing!))

Prompt: Birthday/Domestic.

Rating: T

Summary: Mikan comes home from work tired and exhausted and sees a romantic set up waiting for her.

You can read under the cut or at my AO3

It was nothing that she ever experienced before. Mikan came back home from her day at the hospital with bone weary exhaustion seeping into her very core. Just taking her shoes off at the genkan and putting her purse on to the table next to it was more of a relief. Her shoulders felt just a bit lighter from carrying her purse, and her feet were able to breathe after being in her shoes for nearly thirty hours. She took her hair down from the tight bun that was up against her skull, her head throbbing from a small headache. She needed to drink some water, and eat something that wasn’t stuck in a microwave. Just thinking that, her nose caught a scent of food and her stomach growled pitfully as she looked into the apartment. 

The living room was dim, save for a couple of candles that were on the table in front of the T.V. There was a vase in the middle of the small table. She also noticed that it was covered in a ruby red cloth. She tilted her head in confusion as she carefully walked over to the kitchen to see Mondo was at the stove.

It wasn’t an uncommon sight even though it was out of place depending on who knew him. Mondo was standing at the stove. He knew how to cook using fire and he was good at it, even if Mikan would prefer him to not do anything tricky like Teruteru. It was one thing for the Ultimate Chief. It was another entirely when her boyfriend didn’t have any sort of skill save for determination and stubbornness. 

She went over to the fridge and cracked it open and blinked when she saw that there was a gift wrapped in bright ice blue wrapping paper. “Yo-you hid a gi-gift in the re-refridgorator?”

“Hey babe!” Mondo greeted enthusiastically. “Don’t worry about the gift the cold won’t hurt it. How was work?”

Just being reminded that she came home from absolute hell made her want to go back into the living room and put her feet up. She grabbed a bottle of water that was in the fridge, and noticed a note that was lying underneath it. She took that out with the bottle. “I-it was okay.” She said after a moment. “Wh-what’s with the n-note?”

“You can read that if you want to.” Mondo said, not even looking up from the stove. Mikan appreciated that. Last time he got distracted by her, it had been a disaster. “Go sit down babe, this’ll be done in a bit.”

“O-okay.” Mikan took the water bottle and the note, knowing very well that if she even tried to offer to help Mondo would tell her no and force her back into the living room anyway. She sat herself down at the table and smiled when she took note of the flowers. Daffodils, camelias, peonies. She wondered if it was from all the late work hours that she was pulling as of late. 

Mikan would never ever feel guilty for helping people, and Mondo refused to let her even think that way too. However, she knew that she was missing a lot leaving him home alone and sometimes for days. Yet Mondo not once told her that she should leave her job, or even tried to get her to spend a day with him. If anything, he pushed her to go, pushed her to continue to do what she did best, and if anything he liked to brag about her accomplishments in her field. 

She never thought anyone would ever...do that. As an Ultimate, her talent was just...there. She worked hard and got good at it for no other reason than survival. Mondo on the other hand saw that talent of hers and thought it was the best thing that she could have. He saw it in such a different light than she did, it made her only work harder to prove to him that his faith in her wasn’t in vain.

She looked at the note that was lying near her harmlessly and she thought about the gift in the fridge that she left behind. It was such a weird place to put something like that. She wondered if it was supposed to be enjoyed cold. She didn’t usually have much use for things unless it was replenishing her first aid kit, or something they both could use around the house. Everyone in their friend group knew that there were never enough bandages in their apartment due to someone always getting hurt when they were out on the job. 

Mikan took the note and with trembling fingertips she carefully unfolded the paper. She found it amusing that it was stationary paper, and it had pictures of bandages and a nurses hat and a thermator all scattered about on the border. His writing was short and to the point.

Happy Birthday, Babe.

Don’t forget to take care of yourself. The food should be easy to heat up.

Love you!

Oh. He wrote this just in case she didn’t make it home. Then the lightbulb flicked on and she looked at the flowers and then the note and then over at him in the kitchen. It was her birthday?! She had been so busy, it was completely out of her mind! No wonder everything looked nice. He was hoping that she’d come by but he was completely prepared for her to not be able to come home. She pursed her lips together as she carefully tucked the note back into its fold. Now she understood why it was underneath the water bottle. It would be the very first thing she’d go after when she came home.

Mondo came back with the plates of food and her stomach growled helplessly at the presentation. They both tucked into the dinner, Mikan trying to eat as slowly as possible to savor every nuance of the food. There really was no telling when she’d be able to sit down and have a proper meal with the chaos that was happening at the hospital. She just felt bad for the nurse that had to take over her shift. It was a terrible time, and while all hands were needed on deck, no one was good if they overworked themselves to exhaustion. Even if society and economic pressure demanded it of them.

“Th-thank you for the flowers.” Mikan finally broke the silence between them. “A-and for dinner.”

“Any time babe. I’m glad you like the flowers. That was...I wasn’t sure exactly what to fucking do.” Mondo admitted. “I had Taka help me.”

“T-taka? Of all people?” It wasn’t that she doubted Taka’s keen eye if anything she was more concerned about having two loud personalities in the flourist shop. “Wh-why?”

“It was more or less a man to man thing. You get it.” Mondo sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “He’s good at letting me know when I’m doin’ somethin’ stupid. Or going overboard. If anything, the bastard thought this was tame.”

“T-tame?” Mikan stared at Mondo. “Wh-what were you act-actually planning on do-doing?!” She could already see how well it would go down if he thought taking her to a bar would be a good idea. Mondo didn’t drink necessarily, but there were times he would partake with his ex-gang. They all adored him and wanted nothing but the best for him. His leadership left a legacy that no one could touch, even when he decided to change careers. Hope’s Peak Academy had hoped that he would continue on, but both Mikan and Mondo agreed that the softer side of things was more their style.

It wasn’t like Mondo completely abandoned the motorcycle. He was just under strict orders to not wind up in the hospital. 

“Nothin’ like you’re thinkin’. Promise.” Mondo assured. “I know you don’t like to ride.”

“No-not when you de-decide to go f-fast.” Mikan clasped her hands together. She saw enough aftermath of wrecks to know what kind of damage Mondo could go through and those were enough nightmares that kept her worrying when she did come home to an empty apartment and knowing that he was with his gang somewhere. 

Mondo gave her a soft look, “I ain’t gonna get myself hurt. You don’t need to worry yourself too much over it.”

“I c-can’t help that.” Mikan laughed and Mondo shook his head. She learned a long time ago that she had to tame that worry back. He wasn’t going to change too much from the reckless boy she met in high school. All she could do was be there for him however she could. They both had their freedoms. It wasn’t like either of them were willing to tie each other down. Even if there were occassions Mikan wondered and fretted if she was too much, too overwhelming, if she was liked...if she was loved. 

Mondo never ever made her doubt it though. Her brain would tease the thought, but he would perish it. “Imma get your gift. Sit tight.” He told her as he grabbed their empty plates and he headed back to the fridge.

She still had to wonder what was up with the hiding place. It was such a small box too. Was it a type of chocolate? She didn’t mind sweets too much, but if it was, then it wasn’t something she could easily share. If Mondo went out of his way to make sure that she couldn’t split it in half with her, then she was going to have to remind herself to do the same for his birthday. 

Much to her surprise however, he came back with two plated cupcakes and the gift. “You di-didn’t.” Mikan stared.

“A birthday deserves a cake. I got you strawberry. You prefer those, right?” Mondo asked as he sat back. “I don’t really get the whole “sweet” thing, but...I know that if I didn’t get one myself you’d tear that in half and fucking force me to eat it.”

“I do-don’t for-force you!” Mikan tried to defend. “I sh-share there is a diff-difference.” 

Mondo grinned and her cheeks tinted a bright pink. “Pretty sure you tried to stuff it in my mouth and got icin’ all over my damn face.”

“Yo-you moved!” Mikan protested, laughing through her words. “I as-asked you!” 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Mondo rolled his eyes, but the easy fondness was still there. He gently pushed the small box over towards her and she blinked at the gift. “Open it.” He told her. 

“I-it’s very small.” Mikan felt foolish for even saying that aloud. She could hear Mondo scoff and she grinned as she slowly peeled the wrapping paper away from the box, knowing that the suspense was going to murder him.

She could feel the table jig as his knee kept hitting the top. He was impatiently waiting for her to get through the paper, but she liked the suspense that she was giving. It was a little fun to tease. Admittedly, she was just as curious to the gift as he was to see her reaction. She finally pulled the fully intact wrapping paper away and stared.

It was a ring box.

Her heart thudded loud enough that she was certain it was going to go out of her chest. She looked up at Mondo, whose knee only jiggled harder as he looked away from her. A red tint to his cheeks.

She cracked open the box.

“Marry me.” Mondo said gruffly.

“Wh-what?”

“I said fuckin’ marry me.” Mondo looked at Mikan and she felt her eyes widen in surprise. “I’m really no fuckin’ good at this shit. I don’t know how to be sappy. I can’t write you a love poem or...tell you how much you fuckin’ mean to me. You’re not scared of me. We have a good thing goin’ just…”

“Marry you.” Mikan finished his sentence, without a stammar in sight. He nodded and they both looked at each other in the eye. She looked down at the ring box and she smiled warmly as she reached into it and took it out, putting it on her finger. “Th-then I guess I do-don’t have a ch-choice.”

“Of course you have a fuc-”

She leaned over the table, mindful of where the candles were and she pressed a kiss against his lips. “No I don't.” She said as she pulled away. “I love you.”

“Goddamn it babe..” Mondo reached and gently tugged her back down to his lips, kissing her back. 

She may have come home exhausted, but nothing was going to compare to the restless night he would give her for this. 

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