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[stagethreekoma]

i've been bamboozled, it WAS short, gaslit by my own notes app

me: okay lets keep it short

also me, 3k words in: i must speak for this fucker

[stagethreekoma]

waait, it was counting INDIVIDUAL LETTERS?? woops

[stagethreekoma]

moronic oxymorons

CW: Minor Character Death, Guns

Relationships: Izuru Kamukura/Reader, Implied Nagito Komaeda & Reader

Tags: GN!Reader, Reader Has An Ultimate (Ult!Survivor), Self-Indulgent, Character Study, Discussions of Lobotomy, Boredom, Set during The Tragedy, Pre-Relationship, Stalking (Sort Of), Custom Text

Word Count: 1k

"you're a real piece of work, you know?"

"I don't find any reason as to why I should make your job any easier as it is, it'd be–"

"boring, mhm, heard you the first time, buddy– that's not what i meant though."

aka you have a stalker. he's not bad, he's just too bored to even try making an effort.

they gave you a gun, some ammo, a bulletproof vest and nothing else.

of course they don't, they couldn't afford to give up more supplies to a flight risk like you.

besides, you've survived with worse, it's fine. it has to be.

you just have to make it. make it through whatever encounter until you reach the drop point with whatever info you have.

you don't go for him, as much as you want to, his luck wouldn't let you even near his vicinity. so you head for the opposite direction, you'd live but his chaos would be tedious to get through.

you've got the bare bones of a plan rattling in your head, find a despair, get their location and whatever they're doing, find their next agenda and get that shit to the drop point for more supplies.

you don't account for a despair finding you.

he doesn't even hide from you, looking down from where he stood on the broken building, red eyes holding nothing when gazing at your frame.

you huff but ignore him, if you die at this point, you die. which you won't, because then your talent would be laughable then, but considering the creeping feeling on who that guy was, there wouldn't be anything to laugh at, really.

you don't die, of course. but you get trailed after.

you don't know what would be worse so you simply continue your trek for any signs of a remnant, which is mostly following the trail of dead bodies, these looked to be crushed and mauled by too large of blades that form claw marks on the corpses, so—

"How boring." the hot topic l'oreal identity crisis utters out, almost drowned out by the sirens in the distance, unlikely to be cops- unless they were cops using the chaos to be as sickening as they actually can be—

"You're not going to find them like this." you sigh and turn to look at the man who decided to follow you with a raised brow.

"so? i'm not here for entertainment, emo boy." the insult washes over him like, not even a duck with water, more of a dead fish unable to be revived.

"You're not here for conversation either and yet, you're talking to me." oh, ohh, that's his game. you grumble and continue forward, fiddling with the safety of your glock, ignoring the way you know the other was following despite the lack of footsteps stepping on the asphalt.

"They'll be doing a circuit." he offers, a bait, you'd think it'd be a lie but really, there's not much else you can go off of.

funny how at the end of the world, you have all the time to wait for something like this now.

he still follows you to the basement you've found as your temporary base, you let him be, there's not much else you can do, really.

"you're a real piece of work, you know?" you roll your eyes as you struggle to disassemble your pistol, you've been told the way to a gun is to know how to make and break one but—

you blink and it's in pieces, actual intact and arranged meticulously and look up to glare at the only culprit in this decrepit abandoned bunker you call a basement.

"I don't find any reason as to why I should make your job any easier as it is, it'd be–"

"boring, mhm, heard you the first time, buddy– that's not what i meant though."

he stares, you stare back. the silence is awfully loud as you don't look away from bleeding crimson.

he blinks and sighs, huh, so he can show emotion, it really was odd.

"Explain." he talks and you blurt out the first thing on your mind.

"you got a lobotomy." how he hasn't straight up just killed you was either because of your talent, his restraint or perhaps the boredom keeping him from finding the point or actually wishing to know where the fuck you were going.

"Yes, by the healing scars on my head, it is quite obvious."

"alright, humor me, explain to me what a lobotomy does to a person." you shrug, getting to work on assembling your pistol, it looked clean enough, getting to work in putting the barrel into the slide.

"Ah. You think I didn't get one." where's the spring? which part went into the notch again?

"mmm, you could've, couldn't've. i wasn't your doctor." he looms over you now, you don't know when he got closer but he takes your hands in his and directs the thicker end of the spring to the cut out on the slide.

"You think one of them didn't do it correctly, otherwise I wouldn't be on the search for any sort of stimulation." he helps you put the spring on the notch, hands surprisingly warm despite how cold you feel in his presence.

"i didn't say anything, it's just awfully weird, isn't it? how you're a living contradiction." you pick up the rest of the gun, turning the slide over to push it into place.

"Any reason for them botching it?" the locks click and your gun is back to what it used to be, or maybe not, cocking it back feels smoother somehow.

"i think you already know."

"In your words."

"one last fuck you to Hope's Peak." he blinks, it's slow and you look and see from how close he was that his lashes were long and pretty.

"I cried, before." he whispers and you get it, you're coming to the slow realization that you're getting it.

"why need a second opinion then?"

"To see if I'd be wrong, for once." you tilt your head at that, looking up at eyes that hold nothing but an empty soul.

it's still a soul.

"are you?"

"You were exactly what I thought you'd be."

you push him away gently to get up, your spine tingling with something about to go wrong.

like clockwork, the ground rumbles and you hear the cackles from outside.

looks like it really was a circuit.

"well, i don't really care about that, you'll be seeing me then."

"You're rather confident."

"if i've lived this long, you've got plans for me. or not, whichever case, that's not really going to stop me so—" you salute lazily, heading on up to leave him behind.

Izuru watches you go, humming in tune with the vibrations of the earth.

"...I'll be seeing you."

[stagethreekoma]

me: okay lets keep it short

also me, 3k words in: i must speak for this fucker

[stagethreekoma]

MASTERPOST

Writings

oh, pure heart's peer (komaeda/reader)

oh, but there was love here (komaeda/reader)

moronic oxymorons (kamukura/reader)

Art

just a lil guy

[stagethreekoma]

oh, but there was love here

CW: Komaeda being Komaeda, Blood, Amputation

Relationships: Nagito Komaeda/Reader

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Bittersweet, GN! Reader, Set during Tragedy, Mentions of Amputation, Inaccurate Medical Injuries, Kissing, Devotion, Canon Compliment-ish, Not Compliant but Compliments it, Open Hopeful Ending, Self-Indulgent, Lowercase

Word Count: 1k

it's the end of the world as you know it, there's nothing you could do to stop it.

but it matters, that there was love here.

you find him in hope's peak. he's always loved the school, you know how much it meant to him even if it left a bad taste in your mouth. it was his lifeline and you couldn't fault him for that.

not when he was yours.

and now, your lifeline was slumped against the wall, breathing harshly but still laughing, always laughing, you've never heard him stop in the years you've been by his side.

he looks at you, through you, eyes swirling, the stars in them dead and gone, replaced with a something dark and twisted.

but he was still the boy you love, even when something shattered and mangled the pieces of his very soul.

he blinks and sees you, finally and grins— it's sharp and bloody, the sticky liquid pools in the corner of his lips and drips down.

"ahaha! wow, there you are! i thought for sure the riots got you." he giggles, standing up on shaking legs, heaving as he grips onto his shaky frame.

you say nothing but catch the falling boy, you'd always catch him even if he had a knife, perhaps specifically then, to try and pry it out his hands.

fortunately, the white haired boy holds no blades, in fact, it looks like it was him who was cut, you don't know where he's been.

even now, as he looks up at you, you don't know where he's gone.

"ah, i have to ask, why are you here though? me, well, i'm looking for a souvenir but you..." he trails off, absentmindedly patting at your chest to which you hold his hands with yours.

"i was looking for you." you whisper, it's the first time you've spoken since the end.

"you shouldn't have." he purrs, it's reminiscent of memories old, when the sky was blue and the grass was stained with morning dew instead of crimson blood.

"i shouldn't, but i would."

"ah, you've always been so bright." the white haired boy, and his hair is fully white now, you remember when it used to be locks of soft brown, you wonder if it's still as soft as it was.

he pulls away before you could reach out once more.

"i wonder how bright you'll continue to be if you follow me." he muses to himself, roaming out into the halls abandoned, covered in dust, wrinkling his nose at the sight before smiling.

you look at him and see a foggy memory, see the dying boy and see him dead and gone, an echo of what he once was.

no, he's still there, even after whatever happened to him, he still clings to hope like a lifeline.

you follow him.

you pause when you find him in a dark room, holding something that makes your stomach turn.

"don't." he smiles, it's the same smile he used to give you when you told him to ease up on his self deprecating.

it's the same smile he'd use to say okay and continue to do so.

"if you stop me... i'll make sure my luck won't let you see me again." komaeda laughs, soft and breathy, teasing as if his ultimatum didn't just stab through your gut.

you don't move.

he purrs and places the hacksaw onto his arm.

it's torture.

it's torture to be able to do nothing but watch.

he knows you well, he still knows you, it has to be something.

but he knows you so much, he utilizes that knowledge to smear your heart.

you were the one to sew the hand to his arm.

anything to stop the bleeding, it's likely the souvenir he wanted anyways.

he looks at you with hazy eyes and stained lips that purse up into an amused smile, weak and weary but still able to cup your face and coo at the sight of your face.

"do you feel that? feel that darkness choke your throat and squeeze your heart?" he coughs, some of the blood speckles your chin, you only move closer to press your head against his.

"overcome it, become a shining beacon of hope and i, your stepping stone, the cause of it." he laughs and he laughs and you shut him up with a kiss, it tangs of copper and he breaths with blood in his lungs.

salt enters the mix and he pulls away, always pulling away when he used to nuzzle in, you're losing him—

"oh, my hope, we'll meet again soon, there's still so much to do and you wouldn't do well with me." he whispers, staining your lips redder than it was before.

"it's selfish of me, so so selfish, but shine bright, my love. wade through the muck and mud to bloom so good and strong." he mumbles into your lips and you hold him, keep him close.

"like a lotus." you gasp, your favorite, he still remembers.

you pull away, you look and look into his eyes and—

he's still there.

"mmhm, let me go so you can become something great." he giggles, squirming out of your grip and you, a fool, let him go.

but there's one thing you won't agree with, you would let him go but you wouldn't leave him.

but it's him who and when he leaves, something breaks, something is left behind, you don't know what, you hope it wasn't either of your hearts.

you get up, turmoil seeping into your lungs, the gas outside makes you cough but you've long learned to survive it, it couldn't even begin to replicate the despair you've already felt.

you think it's luck, you know it is, when the Ultimate Hope and his crew find you, they're wary and tense but they find you and they're just who you need.

"you know me. don't you?" you were their senior after all.

"senpai..." naegi starts, stepping forward, only stopped by the two who were by his side.

"how about we make a deal, kouhai?" you smile, you don't realize this but you look like him, you carry him with you.

naegi looks at you, sees the dark but sees the lights burning your eyes and breathes.

"what's your offer?"

you purr, it's choppy– and lick your lips, they're still stained red.

something shifts in the earth, it's the end, but it never ends at the ending, the end of the world is the beginning.

you couldn't stop it but it matters that you still love despite it.

after all, it's that very same love that makes it one step closer to the path of a better future.

[stagethreekoma]

just a lil guy <3

[stagethreekoma]

komaeda purrs, i just know it, it's choppy and breathy but he does and it's so soft and he can't help the little laugh he does in the middle because he feels a little silly

[stagethreekoma]

man im really working my writing skills here oughghg, need to explore more on how to do these

[stagethreekoma]

oh, pure heart's peer

CW: None

Relationships: Nagito Komaeda/Reader

Tags: Fluff, GN! Reader, Kissing, Meadows, Frolicking, Self-Indulgent, Healing, Domestic, Lowercase

Word Count: 891

(i think i was meant to keep you warm.)

you take him out to the meadow.

you open the windows to greet the rising sun. the rays of light bring forth warmth and the light breeze kisses your cheeks with cold air.

taking a breath is a mixture of sharp and cool, you take the clear skies for what it is and quickly pad to the kitchen, a plan forming in your mind, eager to set it up.

it's not long before a second set of footsteps creak the floorboards but you pay half a mind to it, placing the sandwiches into the basket, nabbing the thermos along the way, filling it up with hot chocolate.

it's only when tentative hands tug at your shirt, informing you of his presence do you turn around and smile at the sight of eyes looking at you with curiosity.

a finger is brought up to his lips before he could even speak, blinking rapidly when a quick kiss is planted soon after, your finger in the middle and like that, you pull away to close the basket.

"my hope?" he whispers, pale skin warming up as he registers what you'd just done, lips twitching up, unable to stop the shocked chuckle bubbling in his throat.

he doesn't know why he's whispering, it's just you two out here. maybe it's the way the world itself was still in the process of waking up, the sunlight only starting to brighten up the land.

he doesn't get to dwell on it much, not with your hands on his, tugging him out the door, laughing lightly as he takes his and your jacket off the rack along the way, an inkling as to what you'd planned tickling his mind.

it's a trek, but it wasn't too far, the space between you is quiet but you squeeze his hand three times and reassures him that you don't mind.

the meadow is cool and still, morning dew still on the grass no doubt, the flowers gently swaying with the wind as the sun warms the earth.

you purr, it's a soft sound, one that makes his heart stutter still, you showed your neat little trick long before you took him here and yet, his breath hitches as his eyes meet yours.

your thumb rubs the back of his hand as you place the basket down, here at the top of the hill before rolling the sleeves of your pants and he follows your moves.

you bounce up when done, cradling his face when he looks up at you, brushing your lips against his before running down the hill with a carefree laugh.

he chases after you, heart soaring even as his legs burn, his hands reach yours once more and they hold them, hold him tight as you descend and make fools of yourselves.

he finds he doesn't mind, not when it's with you, a laugh comes out once more, it's raspy and hoarse but you look at him with bright eyes and kiss his cheek.

he loves you. he purrs himself, a cheap imitation but it makes you smile and he continues to do so.

this time, he's the one to pull away, itching to play and you perk up.

the moment he turns around and runs, he hears you laugh and go after him. it's fun, it's tiring but the sun on your backs, the breeze cooling your faces makes it worth it.

he yelps, when you pounce onto his back, rolling around before you could actually land on him and you lay against wet grass for a moment to catch your breaths.

your hand tiredly ruffles his white locks, blades of greenery flying out and he pulls a twig from your hair. soft giggling increasing in volume as you shift closer to encase him in your arms.

"we should... we should eat." he pants, the adrenaline easing through, his limbs feeling heavy with a huff.

there's a tiny rock digging into his back but he finds that he doesn't want to move just yet.

not when you card your hand through his hair, pushing it away to kiss his head, warmth flushing his cheeks as he takes a hold of your nape to pull you down, where he wants you instead.

it's soft, you've always been soft, his lips are chapped and dry but a quick lick wets it as he goes for another kiss, shivering lightly.

you purr, leaning back with a satisfied hum, getting up and holding your hand out, telling him it was time to head up.

his back aches, heart still beating a mile but he smiles, taking your hands and standing back up, pulling you into his embrace, giggling when you complain over his hair tickling your face as he nuzzles and breaths in the scent of you.

"okay, okay, let's go." he laughs, avoiding the light hearted swipe, taking the hand you would have used to smack and interlacing your hands together.

you huff but you kiss his knuckles and lead him back, this time however, you can't look away from him.

how could you, when the sun rises right behind him, shining his locks, making a soft halo, blinding still when accompanied with the smile he gives you.

he squeezes your hand, three times. you squeeze back, three too.

he loves you. you love him too.

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