#mod memory

[undertalekinfessions]

papyrus, if you’re out there. i’ve been missing you a lot lately. this isn’t my house, i don’t know these people. i just want you back. wherever you are, stay safe for your big bro, ok? - sad skele

[imagineunion]

:000 can i please have some danganronpa content, nagito with his male s/o who's just. affection starved. he loves affection but is too afraid to ask... thank

ofc!! here you go anon~! ~memo

”…Love? Is there something wrong..?”

Nagito’s expressions often included those of anxious worry, or something akin to heartache–but the way his eyes dimmed as you flinched at the touch of his hand, that was enough to absolutely crush you.

“N-No, I’m sorry, I just…I guess I’m just a little out of it..”

That wasn’t the truth, and even your boyfriend could tell that you weren’t being entirely honest. In truth, you had a bit of a…problem. Something that you struggled with long before you had gotten together with Komaeda, though your relationship certainly made it a lot more difficult to hide.

You had some issues with affection. Not with giving it, or even disliking it, but…if you were to be technical, you would have to say you were ‘affection-starved’. You absolutely adored being held, kissed, hugged, even just being in the same vicinity as your beloved, you just simply couldn’t get enough of it–even to the point that you felt you were overbearing, wanting to be near your loved ones as much as physically possible. If given the opportunity, you would gladly be on Komaeda’s arm at all times, basking in the affection he would give you–but you knew it could be a burden, especially when the two of you were in public, and so you had done your best to keep that side of you hidden from your beloved. You feared he might feel pressured to give you that attention that you adored so much, and making the one you loved uncomfortable was the last thing you wished to put on him–and so you had done your best to avoid anything further than a brief kiss or loving hug, for fear you might go overboard and start cuddling him without him wanting it. But by the unconvinced look Komaeda was giving you, you were certain he knew that something was awry.

“…Come on, now. There’s no use hiding it–what’s going on, my love? I know you’re stressed, and I’m not going to stop pestering you until you tell me.”

He was unusually confident, though, and had a determined look on his face. He wasn’t pulling any punches with you, obviously, so it seemed like an impossible task to try and make up some excuse as to why you shied from his touch. So you did the only thing you could think of–you sealed your lips shut, and declined to say a thing. And unfortunately for you, something mischievous flashed across his eyes.

“Ah, then I suppose you leave me no choice. You brought this on yourself, sweetheart.”

And before you could register what he was planning, his hands were at your sides–and you suddenly couldn’t stop the giggles that escaped you. Komaeda was tickling you with a vengeance, a grin on his lips as he watched you squirm and laugh like an excited young boy, trying hard to swat his hands away with no luck.

“N-Nagi-! C-Cut it out-!”

You practically had tears in your eyes by the time he let up, allowing you to catch your breath after such an intense laughing fit. To be honest, you almost wished he wouldn’t stop–but by the time you had collected yourself, and he had a loving smile on his lips, you felt you had the courage to tell him. Taking a deep breath, you let your feelings spill out–you stumbled over your words and rambled a bit, but by the time you had put everything out into the open, you had a feeling your love had a good grasp of what you were saying.

“I see…that mostly makes sense. Though, I don’t understand how a person like myself could ever make you feel that good…I understand. That must have taken a lot to confess…thank you for trusting me with this, my darling. I’ll keep this information safe, for as long as I live.”

His smile grew even wider, as he took your hands in his, and held them to his chest. The warmth of his palms felt like it was spreading throughout your entire body, and for the first time in a while, you allowed yourself the freedom to bask in the glorious touches that you so craved. That feeling was amplified even further when he brushed his thumb over your cheek, taking your face in one of his hands so he could guide you into a kiss.

“My sweet prince…if you ever want any piece of me, I will gladly give it to you. I owe you everything, and even touching you is a blessing…so I will give you as much affection as you wish, as long as it makes you happy. That’s all I need to live happily, is seeing your handsome smile..”

[undertalekinfessions]

blast it all, i'll at least try one last time. if you remember mettaton having a deeper voice and longer hair, that might've been me. i've got loads of memories, but i've found that specifics don't ever help my case. reply to this if you can, dear. i'll contact you off anon.

[undertalekinfessions]

i'm convinced at this point that my alphys just doesn't exist. i've been kin since late 2016, when the fandom was still very active. i never found her then, and i certainly won't be able to find her now-- i've never found any of my canonmates, and i'm not even from any aus or anything. it's a little lonely, but nothing i'm unfamiliar with. wishful thinking, c'est la vie ~ mtt

[undertalekinfessions]

It's really disheartening how bad I am at math and science now. I used to be smart. What happened? - Gaster

[undertalekinfessions]

Any other Asriels get the urge to headbutt something when they get frustrated? - 🎨💐

[undertalekinfessions]

The reason why I said, "You Idiot" a lot as a flower was because that was the last thing Chara said to me before we both died, back in Dad's garden. - 🎨💐

[undertalekinfessions]

i miss my chara. they wouldn't misgender me the way everyone in this life does. sometimes they teased me and were a little mean but they always, always, *always* respected my pronouns and my identity. but there's so many frisks out there, i don't know if i'll ever find them again. so here i am, alone, crying in my dorm room, trying to get through the night.