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animereactsbybkemk · 6 months

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Haikyuu Boys React/ Respond to:

~Them Cheating On You (Pt. 1)

-Angst(?)

-GN Y/N (Your Name), though nicknames like love and babe are used

-Key; R/N- Random Name (all are girls sorry :( )

-Willing to add more Characters

-Characters Included; Oikawa,Kuroo, Sugawara, Tanaka (NO Kiyoko hate **love her**, just made it fit the scenario)

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simpforanyanimeguywithdarkhair · 2 years

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BUT NOT ENOUGH

#Genre: Short angst with no fluff :(

#Includes: Whoever you wish, no character descriptors.

#Description: Period piece. Prince ML x Maid FL

♛ Part 1 ♛ Part 2 ♛ Part 3 ♛ Part 4

His dull eyes make brief contact with yours before quickly directing his gaze elsewhere. Despite the large audience in front of him, his eyes naturally find you in the crowd, so used to picking you apart from everyone else despite you blending in with the lower society. The fact sends a painful stab to your heart, and it is yet another reminder of why his hands are clasped in those of another. While you adorn nothing more than old, dull, dark garms that the rest of the Castle staff wear, he stands tall and bright with heavy velvet and silk encasing his form and a crown that sits proudly upon his head, it being furnished with jewels and diamonds that cost more than your life.

You think he looks good beside her, like he was always meant to be there, but you selfishly chase that thought away. You doubt you are the only one wishing it was you on that stage, it not being hard to spot the envy in the many noble eyes that surround you in the grand hall, that many have travelling far and wide to be in to witness this union. A union you were not made aware of until a few weeks prior and the memory transports you to that fateful day.

“Y/N! Wait” he calls out after you. You had not meant to eavesdrop; you were merely passing by his office before a few words had caught your attention and you were glad you had stayed. A strong hand clasps your arm and brings you to a stop in the corridor, both of you panting from the chase “just stop and listen to me”. “How long have you known?” you ask, the hesitation in his face is answer enough and you rip your arm from his searing hold. “Were you ever planning on telling me?” “of course I was, don’t be silly” he incredulously replies. “Ha, on the day of the wedding I presume” you sarcastically retort, “don’t” he warns. “I cannot believe you kept this from me”

“You knew this could go no further” and you could not refute that statement no matter how much it hurt. Yet you hoped, stupidly hoped that a small part of him would long for you enough to go against his parents, defy the norms of society to be with you. But you knew that small bubble you found yourself in would soon burst and you’d come to the realization that you were nothing more than a pastime. Unfortunately, you had realised that too late, that you were just a mere pit stop until he reached his final destination, and it was not you and that epiphany tore away at your already breaking heart.

“Well, I apologize for hoping that the man who claimed to love me would put up more of a fight for me…for us”. “This is no longer about you or I, it is about this kingdom. I will soon become king and I will not throw that away for these fleeting feelings” he scornfully replies. “Fleeting” you whisper in disbelief as the tears that gathered in your eyes finally escape. “You know what I mean” he harshly spits, “No, I don’t think I do”. You back turns from him as you hurry to wipe the tears streaking down your face, you refuse to let him see you like this. Refuse to let him see the hold he has on you and your heart.

“You know I care for you, do not make this harder than It has to be” he whispers. “But not enough…your Highness” you dryly chuckle out and with that you stride away from the man that you love, that you despise yourself for still loving despite his cruel and indifferent words.

You watch with bated breath as they both recite their vows, each word a hit to your bruised heart and your eyes glisten as he slips that beautiful sapphire ring onto her delicate finger. Your eyes once again meet and you pray he understands the words your eyes speak – “when you drive your sword through my heart, know that only you could have stopped it beating, for it has always been yours to destroy”

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prince-y · 2 years

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Okay I absolutely love your work!!!

Can I request Tanaka Ryuunosuke that cheats on male reader? And he feels guilty so he calls them to confess about it but the reader is with Nishinoya?

Ive had this idea for a while and have been looking for someone to write it 😭

(Thank you<3 Tell me if this isn't what you had in mind)

Tanaka x Male!Reader

「Break up」

(Angst)

Characters you can request

Check out my masterlist

"Whaaat! No it's definitely Mary!" Nishinoya argued as him and [Name] watched a mystery movie. The other boy shook his head. "I'm 100 percent sure it's Harold" He countered and Noya scoffed, continuing to watch.

Suddenly, [Name]'s phone rang and he groaned, checking who it was. Nishinoya paused the movie as they both saw it was Tanaka, saved as "Ryu<3".

"Yeah?" [Name] answered the call with a happy voice, making Nishiniya roll his eyes playfully. "Ah, hey, can we talk?" Tanaka responded on the other end, the shake in his voice making his boyfriend worry.

He kept quiet for a moment, looking at Nishinoya with a worried expression, mouthing "One sec", before leaving the room.

"What's up Ryu?" [Name] asked now, calmer, quieter. There was a loud exhale, a sigh, on Tanaka's sighed and [Name] kept quiet for the other to say something.

There was the sound of someone clearing his throat, most definitely Tanaka. Then shuffling. Silence again. Finally he started talking.

"I cheated on you".

The words hit [Name] like a literal punch in the face. He gaped, staring at the door that separated him from Nishinoya in pure terror.

There was silence, not a comfortable one. It was telling, the shake in Tanaka's voice made [Name] aware of his guilt, but that didn't really change much.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I know. There's no excuse and I won't lie." He started explaining, while [Name] kneeled onto the floor, listening patiently, "It was a girl I've been friends with since a long time. I realised that my feelings for you may not be that deep, because it happened so easily and... Again, I'm really sorry".

Without noticing, some tears had blurred [Name]'s vision, his hand tightly gripping onto the phone and the other covering his mouth in disbelief.

"We should break up", Tanaka said after another moment of silence and [Name] couldn't answer. He could open his mouth, too scared he'd start sobbing out loud.

Ryuunosuke was patient, he waited silently for [Name] to calm a little so he could talk. "Okay" The word came out of his mouth breathy, quiet, "Yeah, yeah, we should. And Tanaka..".

The male on the other end gave a guilty hum, but [Name] smiled slightly, sighing shakily. "Thank you for telling me the truth" Was everything before he hung up, staying where he was on the floor for a moment, head lowered.

Suddenly he heard shuffling from behind the door and it opened, [Name] didn't look up to see who it was and Nishinoya didn't ask what happened. The short male simply kneeled down in front of him with a worried smile, extending his arms slightly to offer him a hug and [Name] appreciated it. The way the shorter male didn't just hug him, but asked for permission.

[Name] nodded weakly, let his phone fall to the side and hug the other, feeling Nishinoya wrap his arms around him as well.

It was silent for a good few minutes, sobbing was heard, quiet. Noya didn't ask anything, caressing [Name]'s back soothingly and occasionally giving a small "shh". The usually loud, impatient and energetic boy was silently waiting for him to calm down.

After that finally happened, [Name] sighed, pulling away with a kind smile, brushing away tears and drying his cheeks. "Thank you" He muttered, voice hoarse and audibly disappointed.

"Tanaka cheated. We broke up, like it was nothing.." He explained, barely able to open his mouth again before Nishinoya started talking. "What?! He cheated on you?" He asked in a clearly annoyed tone, expression visibly pissed off and [Name] nodded.

He wasn't going to defend Tanaka, say he at least said the truth, even if he did tell him, it was wrong and Tanaka definitely knee that himself. "I'm angry and I'm sad, but don't be too cruel on him now" [Name] said with a disappointed smile and Nishinoya huffed annoyed.

Before he could react, he was pulled into another hug.

"He doesn't deserve you, seriously. But at least he didn't keep it from you, that idiot" Noya complained quietly, making [Name] smile more genuinely.

He was glad that he could be sure to always have people by his side to cheer him up, even without a boyfriend.

"[Name], wanna go binge season 5?"

"Hell yeah."

This is short, I think, but I hope you like the angst with comfort thing going on

Also, I recovered from covid y'all, like a badass

#tanaka x male reader #tanaka ryuunosuke #tanaka ryuunosuke x male reader #angst #tanaka angst #haikyuu x male reader #angst with comfort #nishinoya is great #x male reader #male reader insert #haikyuu #haikyuu nishinoya #nishinoya yuu #haikyuu tanaka

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herlondonboy · 1 year

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5 Times You Flirted With Wednesday And 1 Time She Flirted Back

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x gn!reader / Enid Sinclair x platonic!reader

Summary: what the title says

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, y/n being down bad, I got lazy after the second one, also I wrote it when I was half asleep, google translated Spanish (sorry if it’s wrong). lmk if there are any more !!

Word Count: 1.1k

The first time you’d flirted with Wednesday Addams was completely subconsciously, honestly. You walked into your friend’s dorm and froze at the sight of Enid watching with a frown as she took the colour off the window on her side.

“Holy shit.” You mumbled, completely blown away.

Enid turned to you, but you were too enthralled by the mystery in front of you to look away. You tilted your head and admired her jawline and braids. Her fringe were scary, it was so perfect, like she just hopped off the Hairspray set. When she was done, she kicked the translucent vellum paper mindlessly onto Enid’s half. When you looked down, you saw the duct tape line and jumped over to Enid’s side.

“Oh, Dios mío. Cómo puede una persona ser tan perfecta?” You asked aloud and Wednesday turned to you as you blushed.

Her eyebrow was raised slightly as she looked on through her eyelashes. “di algo así otra vez, y perderás la lengua.” Her words were so smooth and calm, you almost forgot that she was threatening you.

You held back a smile at her glare and bounced over to Enid’s bed. The floorboards screeched in pain that went ignored by the people in the room as you sat on the brightly coloured bed. Enid rolled her eyes at the look on your face and sat next to you. She dared you to say what was on your mind.

You shook your head and she nodded, pleased. You began spending more time in Enid’s dorm and less in Yoko’s. And Wednesday was already sick of you by the second week at Nevermore, but you didn’t let that get you down.

The second time you shamelessly flirted with Wednesday was during the Poe Cup. Or after, really. Wednesday had been coerced onto the team by Enid after Bianca poisoned Yoko with Garlic. Your team had won and Wednesday, you, Enid and the fourth person - one of Enid’s other friends - stood on the stairs as Headmistress Weems handed Enid the trophy. The celebration of the Black Cats beating the Sirens (really just anyone beating the sirens for the first time in years) had everyone but Bianca cheering.

Wednesday went back to her dorm and you followed her. When you got there, you leaned on the doorframe. “You should wear the suit more often, Cat-Woman.” You said as Wednesday sat down at her desk.

“Cat-Woman is chaotic good; I’m neutral evil.” Wednesday muttered mindlessly, clicking away on her typewriter.

You shrugged and made your way to her desk. You jumped onto an empty space and began swinging your legs near Wednesday as it took everything within her not to rip you apart. Limb. By. Limb.

You went to pick up a sheet of paper from the desk, but that idea was quickly shot down when Wednesday slapped your hand away. “Touch them again and you’ll lose your hands.”

“Wednesday, all this threatening is making me feel some way.” You shifted on the desk before jumping off and gaining Wednesday attention.

“Where are you going?” She asked.

“My dorm… Unless you want me to stay.” You smirked.

“Don’t flatter yourself, y/n.” Wednesday said emotionlessly, as always. “Enid will want to celebrate with you, so you should probably stay, though.” She then muttered, turning away from you so that you couldn’t see her face.

You shrugged and nodded, walking over to Enid’s bed and just watching Wednesday in a comfortable silence until your friend came.

The next time you were all eating lunch. Wednesday had decided to eat with you for the first time since she’d been at Nevermore. It had only taken her two and a half months. Much to both of your luck, the only free seat by the time she had gotten there was next to you and opposite Enid.

Wednesday didn’t make a sound as she sat down next to you. You opened your mouth, but Wednesday held her hand up, stopped you. “Don’t say a word.”

“Not even if it’s to say how ravishing you look in that jumper?” You asked with a small smirk.

Enid cleared her throat, making you and look away from each other and to the blonde. “What have i told you about flirting with my friends?” Enid scolded you as you dropped your head.

“You told me not to.” You mumbled. “But can you blame me? Look at her.” Wednesday whacked your hand away when you motioned to her.

“Honestly, y/n, go touch some grass.” Yoko called out from the other side of the table, rolling her eyes.

“Te sugiero que cuides tu boca.” Wednesday said.

You smirked. “Eres inexplicablemente caliente cuando estás enojado.”

“Don’t make me regret eating with you.”

The fourth time was also an accident, much like the first time. You were lying on Wednesday’s bed (it was shocking that she hadn’t tried to stab you the moment you crossed over the line, I know), scrolling through your camera roll when a picture you’d taken without her knowledge.

You smiled at it. Nothing could ruin this feeling of serenity. Nothing but Wednesday lying next to you. Actually, no. She didn’t ruin it. She made it better. “You’re so pretty, Wednesday.” The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them and your cheeks warmed up quickly. “I’m sorry.” You said quickly, looking away from her.

“Thank you.” Wednesday murmured, pushing her back against the bed frame. You widened your eyes. “Don’t make me take it back.”

The last time you’d flirted with Wednesday was after she’d defeated Joseph Crackstone. After being all bloody and bruised, you pushed your way through the crowd to look for her. “Enid, where’s Wednesday?” You asked the blonde hurriedly, eyes darting around.

“y/n? What happened?” Enid asked, looking at you, searching for any extensive wounds.

“Most of it’s Tyler.” You whimpered, hugging yourself.

The chittering of the Outcasts suddenly died down and everyone turned to the gate where Wednesday walked out. You sighed in relief before running towards her. In that moment it was just the two of you. She winced as your body collided with hers in a hug and furrowed eyebrows before pushing you away.

“Fancy seeing you here, gorgeous, huh?” You mumbled.

The one time Wednesday flirted back, you got a mere: “You look good covered in blood.” She had joked. The look on her face was still deadpan as she once-overed your body for any lethal wounds. “Are you okay?” You nodded. Wednesday’s lips quivered as she pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.

You sobbed into her shoulder. The thought of nearly losing her to Tyler still fresh in your mind as your own shoulders shook. Wednesday held you tight. Seeing you wolf out to save her and almost get killed by Tyler was the last thing on her mind. Sure, she couldn’t stand physical contact, but having you in her arms was what she had longed for since she first heard the words you muttered on her second day at Nevermore.

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benkeibear · 1 month

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⋆꙳✧༄ Breaking up with them

❖ Characters: various Haikyuu characters

❖ Reader: genderneutral

❖ WARNINGS: breakups, heartbreak, mentions of cheating with some

❖ A/n: reposting my old Haikyuu works onto here 🫶

They were such a sweetheart to you, giving you more attention and drowning you in their love and presents - was that the guilt? You saw the texts with numerous other people and you knew they were cheating on you, the fresh hickey on their neck before your date was the last straw. You ended up making a scene in the restaurant but their lies pushed you over the edge.

„And don't you dare say you ever loved me or even tell me that you cared, 'cause you knew what you were doing and you know just what you've done. How dare you say you miss me with your spit still on their tongue.“

➸ Yu Nishinoya, Keishin Ukai, Saeko Tanaka, Tetsuro Kuroo, Lev Haiba, Alisa Haiba, Kanji Koganegawa,Yuji Terushima, Rintaro Suna

They were your everything, promising you forever when they knew you were just something to pass their time with. It hurt watching your future crumble in front of you after they told you that they want to break up. You did the only thing you could do and begged them to stay, letting the tears fall as you told them about how you thought you two will grow old together but that was never their intention in the first place.

„So take from me what you want, what you need. Take from me whatever you want, whatever you need - but lover, please stay with me.“

➸ Kiyoko Shizumi, Toru Oikawa, Keiji Akaashi, Eita Semi, Satori Tendou, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya

Being with them was like a fairytale at first but once the honeymoon phase was over they became such a different person, never taking you on dates anymore and blaming it on their busy schedule. You were never their first choice but you feared being alone, maybe they still love you? But they won’t care if you leave, you’re nothing more than someone to warm their bed when they feel lonely and having you beg for their attention makes them feel needed.

„Cannot spend another night in this home, I close my eyes and take a breath real slow. The consequence is if I leave, I'm alone. But what's the difference when you beg for love?“

➸ Daichi Sawamura, Tobio Kageyama, Kenma Kozume, Hajime Iwaizumi, Wakatoshi Ushijima

They knew you were falling out of love before you even knew it yourself, picking up on the small signals but they stayed around, trying to make you fall for them again - that’s what you promised when you exchanged the rings after all. It was their duty to stay with you and make you love them again but until then they would give you space, missing the way it felt when you were sleeping in the same bed, cuddled up to their chest.

„She doesn't love him anymore but he'll stick it out 'til the end - This he had sworn. Lying awake in bed feeling the spot on my chest where you used to rest your head.“

➸ Shoyo Hinata, Koshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Takanobu Aone, Kotaro Bokuto

You were never enough, the signal was loud and clear but taking someone else home with them from a party was too much for you. It was clear you would never be what they wanted, no one would be but that’s no longer your issue. You focused more on yourself and when you were someone they desired you left them, letting them know that they would never be what you want to give them a taste of their own medicine.

„I won't be the girl you want me to be, I'm not the honey to sweeten your tea. You're bitter as shit - And I'm not having it. Honey honey my blood turned to honey baby doesn't that sweeten your tea.“

➸ Ryunosuke Tanaka, Kei Tsukishima, Taketora Yamamoto, Kentaro Kyotani, Osamu Miya

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez

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ilylovelyz · 9 months

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⍣ ೋ tooth & nail

✩ haikyuu boys who will fight tooth & nail for you

IWAIZUMI HAJIME — he's a stubborn and hardworking man. he knows from experience that if you want something, you have to work for it, including things like sports; or even his relationship with you. he knows that from time to time, not everything will be great, or go according to plan, but thats okay. it doesn't matter how long it takes, or how he does it, he just knows that in the end, he'll do whatever that makes you comfortable and happy.

BOKUTO KOUTARŌ — he's rightfully known for being optimistic and one who never lets things affect him for long. he wants to be the type of person who is reliable for everyone, not just his teammates and loved ones. he wants to be able to be there for you at your weakest points, and be able to hold your hand to guide you if you need it. you could break his heart into tiny pieces, and he'll still be trying to pick up the remains while chasing after you.

TANAKA RYŪNOSUKE — as already demonstrated; he's persistent and loyal to the things he loves. he's been shot down, and rejected multiple times, and yet he'll still want to continue his persistence and determination. why? he doesn't know himself, all he knows is that there's something about you that makes him want to fight for you; and fight he does. if he has to bloody his damn knuckles for you, then you bet damn well he'll do it.

HINATA SHOUYO — rejection and failure is not new to him; he's learned time and time again that greatness requires patience and hardwork. he knows this personally, and having built a hard core full of dedication and determination, he'll be doing everything he can for the sake of his relationship. doesn't matter if you have him running at 3am to the corner-store for cravings, the satisfaction that comes when you praise him gratefully for his work feels so rewarding to him.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hinata shoyuo #hinata x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #bokuto kōtarō #bokuto x reader #tanaka ryuunosuke #tanaka x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! smut

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unofficially-a-pterodactyl · 3 months

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This Will Be The Day That I Die

Part 2 |

Pairings: Wednesday X Reader (Any gender)

Warnings: Suicide attempt, Mental health issues, depression, Wednesday being a psycho, crying, reader having bad parents.

Words: 900+

It was time for the results. You already knew you would fail again, but you couldn't this time, your parents think you are a disgrace. You wanted to slap the good results into their face but only if you got them. You had failed, again and again. Principal Weems was concerned. Maybe putting across this to your parents might help, but she doesn't know how they behave. Only if she knew.

You were waiting for your parents by the door to the Principal's office. Trying to control the tears, you looked above, to see them coming. It had felt like your death was near.

"What did you do this time?" Your father grabbed you by the chin and moved it to look straight into his eyes. "Do have anything else to do rather than just shaming us in front of the whole school?" He tried to clench his nails against your chin and neck but released it forcefully and scoffed. He opened the door to peacefully greet Weems, if anything your family was good at was being fake. "Good Morning Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N. Please grab a seat" Weems smiled and looked at you, her smile disappeared when she saw you, not because of your horrible results but because of how you looked. You had dark circles underneath your eyes. You just happened to look very weak for an outcast who is a vampire.

As you stood beside your mother, Weems had given your father a report of your results. "I'm concerned about Y/N, their results have been dropping since last semester. Is everything okay with her?" Weems with care in her eyes looked at you, but you were trying to hide your face by looking down to the floor. Oh good it will be, the cold harsh floor mixed with hot red blood. The fact that it sounds like an irony, but it's not.

Your father had laughed it off, he had already hated the fact that your mental health was awful, and now people suspecting it will make him just angrier. He didn't want it getting out. "There is nothing wrong with them, okay? They just don't study."

"I might agree but I have seen Y/N trying hard enough, I was just concerned that it might be some environmental factors or even the condition of her in your house." Weems had put across a valid point but your father was a rigid piece.

"YOU THINK Y/N IS NOT BEING TREATED GOOD??!" He shouted your mother trying to stop him, it all depends on their reputation after all.

"I didn't mea-"

"YOU CERTAINLY DID, WE'RE DONE HERE" He got up and your mother grabbed your wrist and followed your father out of her room.

She released it forcefully and turned to look at you, "You can't do anything right, can you?"

"I wish you would have died the day you were born" Your father clenched his fist. "whatever, lets just leave, she's a shame on our family."

"I'm sorry please" you cried as they left. Your body had felt so heavy, that you fell on your knees and whined. Your chest was stinging. You saw them leave, again.

You wish they stayed, but they never did. You wish they could have understood you, they never did.

You felt a cold hand on your shoulder, you wiped your tears and looked above. Finding Addams.

"What?" your hoarse voice had said in very not polite way.

"Comforting people is not really my forte but, I suppose being a killer is better than being a cry baby" For first time, her voice didn't sound so rude as it did before.

"What do you mean?" You stood and looked straight into her eyes with a confused expression.

"I think you should not let them have the peace of you struggling. I can help you with that if you want." She smirked.

"God, Wednesday are you kidding me?" You rolled your eyes and left for your dorm.

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How good it will be, to see the hot blood spilled on the cold concrete floor. It was over for you. You handled it for so long now you have to burst out. Silently.

It's said that truth hits you hard but reality waits for you until you're ready to accept it. Then it hits like an irony of emotions. Peace yet a piece of confusion in your heart that wants to rest. Supplying blood for a long time isn't really easy, you know.

As you enjoyed 'American Pie' for one last time, reciting the lyrics "This will be the day that I die." A smile appeared on your face. Just imagine how your rested body will feel, free of the world.

As the song was in its last verse, you picked up a blade near your wrist, ready. You relived the memories you made, with Enid, Yoko, and Bianca. Sometimes even Weems, then the new goth girl. Wednesday.

You think about Wednesday, remembering what she said to you. She might have been right. Dying is boring, but taking revenge on the people is adventurous. You throw away the blade and run away. Never to be found again.

She should be right.

They were singin', Bye bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singing, "this will be the day that I die"

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Part 2?

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rintarousgirl · 9 months

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haikyuu boys (and girls) on national gf day ! -- ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

characters: OIKAWA TOORU, SAEKO TANAKA, SUNA RINTAROU, YACHI HITOKA, TSUKISHIMA KEI, ALISA HAIBA, KUROO TETSURO, KIYOKO SHIMIZU.

a/n: i had an unneccesary amount of trouble with tsukishima and kiyoko. i gotta get used to writing for them fr </3 also, this was hastily put together for today, so please forgive me if some personalities are weird. hope you enjoy, and happy national gf day to all my sweethearts out there!

OIKAWA TOORU ♡

TANAKA SAEKO ♡

SUNA RINTAROU ♡

YACHI HITOKA ♡

TSUKISHIMA KEI ♡

ALISA HAIBA ♡

KUROO TETSURO ♡

KIYOKO SHIMIZU ♡

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streaminn · 9 months

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"you don't understand yoko!" Enid snarls.

"No, you don't understand!" yoko says in turn. The wolf bares her teeth, feeling the way her nails turn into claws. "Wednesday cares for you Enid! It's obvious to me, it's obvious to the whole schoo-"

"but not like that!" Enid hisses, pacing the floor. "not the way you think."

Yoko throws up her hands, just as frustrated. "you blind dog! Wednesday like-"

"Shut up!"

Yoko pauses, her mouth shutting with a click. Enid rarely shouts. She raises her voice, she gets loud but she doesn't shout.

Enid breathes, her chest heaving as she pulls her fingers free from how deep they dug into her palm.

"Wednesday wants a friend," she starts and her shoulders slump. There's a smile on her face and it looks like Enid doesn't know if she should be ecstatic or distraught at what she said. "she wants a hug, a shoulder to lean on. Yoko, she wanted nice and I can give that!" the wolf's hands move, trying to emphasize the importance of such friendly actions.

With one final deep exhale, Enid drops her hands and her face falls into defeat as she gives a hysterical giggle. "in the end, there is no signs! It's just Wednesday being awkward."

Yoko watches.

Enid sniffles and she rubs at her nose. "Wednesday wanted a friend and I had to end up wanting more." her eyes blink and yoko walks forward to bring her friend into a hug. "im such a bad friend yolks-"

"You're not" yoko says. "you're really not."

"please stop," enid whispers. "please stop telling me that Wednesday likes me back-" a sob reaches the vampire's ears and if her undead heart could move, it would tighten in her chest. "you know what hope can do to me, yolks please."

"okay," it's all yoko can say.

#Wenclair #Writing #Angst #Enid Sinclair #Yoko tanaka

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mellowmin · 11 months

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Some Tsukki Angst? I guess? It's kinda bad lol

Thinking about Tsukishima who desperately wants to be more than friends.

Tsukishima who starts getting hope after a few years of friendship and comes this 🤏 close to confessing

But he doesn't, because he comes to the nauseating realization that he's simply not your type. And he can't even be mad about it.

You're so embedded into his heart that he can't tell you that you're delusional for wanting a guy that will praise you and shower you with love and affection, all for the world to see; because he knows deep down that you deserve that. You deserve the sweet and affectionate guy that you want, but maybe he thinks that way because you mean the world to him.

Tsukishima can't force himself to shame you for wanting something just because he can't give it to you.

And he tries to be that for you, oh how he tries. But that's just not who he is.

He struggles with expressing his emotions, so he can't wear his heart on his sleeve. He expresses love through banter and sarcasm, his tongue gets tied at the taste of praise and sweet words turn sour when he says them.

Tsukishima just can't force himself to become your type, because it means rewiring his brain and his heart and how he feels love (he knows you wouldn't want him to do that)

Tsukishima is not your type and it becomes all the more obvious when He comes into the picture.

He's all starry eyed, unabashedly showcasing his feelings for you like he's not ashamed, not afraid to seem desperate or to make a fool of himself.

He lays his heart out for you, takes every chance he can get to be close to you. His honesty and the genuine love he harbors for you is evident. He's everything Kei tried to force himself to be, effortlessly. The blonde hates how clearly you're falling for him.

Tsukishima hates that he can't resent him for being everything you want, everything you deserve.

He hates that he knows you love him, deep in your heart, but not in the way he so desires.

And he hates that he has no right to feel the way he does. That there's nothing anyone can do about it.

He's just not your type

Him: Bokuto Kotarou, Goshiki Tsutomu, Hinata Shoyo, Nishinoya Yuu, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Haiba Lev, Yamamoto Taketora,

Bleeeeeh this sucks lmao

I hate this one but eh

#tsukishima angst #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #bokuto koutaro #goshiki tsutomu #hinata shoyo #nishinoya yuu #tanaka ryuunosuke #yamamoto taketora #haiba lev #this is caca but i took the time to write im not gonna let that go to waste #~ min writes

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eidolons-stuff · 4 months

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Xavier: "Why do you need to find Wednesday?"

Yoko: "To tell her that Ajax is trying to go on a date with her!"

Xavier: "Oh, no need to worry about that"

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rcsewcrld · 1 year

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hi, can I request a Tyler Galpin x Fem!reader (romantic)?

Basically, reader is in the hospital due to an attack from the Hyde (she doesn’t know Tyler is the Hyde). She wakes up to find Tyler has been with her the entire time and stuff, saying how he found her unconscious. He says sorry, and reader is like; “what are you sorry for?”, to which he just responds with “not being able to protect you” (but we both know that’s not what he’s sorry for exactly). The whole time, Tyler just seems really guilty and stuff, and that makes reader worried, but he waves it off as nothing and just tells her how he’s glad she’s okay. That’s it really, sort of angst + fluff ifykwim. No Hyde revelation (yet). Thank you!

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐞 | t. galpin x f!reader pt. 1

1.7k words

contents: angst, fluff, swearing, slight gore, other characters platonic x reader, more parts coming, kind of want to do a happy ending?

It was cold, dark and foggy in the forest the night that y/n had decided to take a walk. She felt like clearing her head as the past few weeks had been hectic. The girl felt at peace in the forest. She felt tranquilly alone, the leaves crunching beneath her feet, getting lost between the array of evergreen trees. The moonlight shone through the branches, highlighting the cracking bark.

y/n was thinking about her friends. How lucky she felt to have them. Xavier, Enid, Ajax… even Wednesday was her friend, having warmed up to y/n a few days ago, with slight persuasion from Enid, of course.

Snap.

y/n’s head swivelled at the sudden sound. After a few moments she shrugged it off as a natural occurrence.

Crunch.

y/n now knew she was certainly not alone. Her head whipped around frantically, goosebumps crawling up her arms and the hairs on her neck standing up. A low growl emitted from behind her. Slowly, as to not further encourage whatever beast she had come across, she pivoted on her heel. She could only hope that it wasn’t the famous ‘monster’ that had been killing outcasts and normies alike, left right and centre.

To her dismay, the creature she met eyes with was difficult not to meet eyes with. Wide eyes bulged out of either side of its head, pupils pinprick small. Claws sharp, teeth bared, the creature pounced at her and knocked her to the floor. It lingered above her for a moment or two, as if contemplating its next move. Then, y/n let out a blood-curdling screech as it raised its claw and brought it down on her, leaving a large gash on her stomach and ripping her uniform shirt. Her eyes widened as she looked down to see vermillion seeping into the once pure white fabric.

Before the creature could go any further with injuring her, its head turned, as if it had been called and it ran off frantically. y/n attempted to cry for help but couldn’t get a sound out. Eventually, her eyes gave up on her, breaths shortening and only heaving from her lungs. The last thing she remembered was a tall, human figure approaching her and repeating her name, before it all went black.

“Ty?” y/n attempted to sit up before she noticed the various tubes and machines that were connected to her. Oh, she remembered. Her boyfriend looked over to her in relief, “Oh my God, y/n, I’m so happy you’re awake, baby. I need to call a nurse.” He explained, pushing the button on the wall that would alert the staff. “Do you remember what happened?” He shuffled his chair impossibly closer to her hospital bed, his hand remaining in her limp one. She simply nodded in response, not having much energy to speak. The girl looked up at her boyfriend, meeting his eyes. When she looked into them, she noticed something. A strange look that only someone who had known him for a while would be able to identify as unusual. The couple’s moment was interrupted as a nurse came rushing into the room, the teens’ whipping around to meet her eyes.

“Oh, thank goodness. We thought something bad had happened. Are you alright, honey? We’ve bandaged you up and you seem stable so a day or two and you can head back to Nevermore.” She explained. y/n nodded again. “Why am I not in the Nevermore hospital?” She asked. The nurse sighed, “Legal reasons. Your parents wanted you in a place where the professionals are less likely to be witch doctors.” y/n nodded hesitantly. “Okay. Are my friends allowed to visit?” She attempted to sit up more, Tyler moving his hands to help her. The nurse nodded, “They’ll be able to now that you’re awake. I’ll make a call to Principal Weems so that she can inform them.” y/n smiled for the first time at the though of seeing her friends. The nurse left to make the call.

“Are you sure you’re okay, babe?” Tyler asked, positioning himself on the edge of his girlfriend’s bed. She nodded meekly, “I’m okay. Just a little worn down. Are you?” “Just tired. I stayed here the whole time.” “Who found me? How’d I get here?” “I found you when I was walking through the woods to clear my head. It was terrifying. I’m so sorry.” He bowed his head in what appeared to y/n as sadness but what was truly guilt.

“What’re you sorry for, babe?” She gently reached a hand up to cup his face. To his surprise, he leaned into her action of affection. He shrugged slightly, “I dunno. That I wasn’t with you. I could’ve saved you from whatever did this.” y/n shook her head frantically, “No, no, Ty. This isn’t your fault. You wouldn’t have been able to do anything to that… monster. The thing is I’m safe now. Ty, are you sure you’re okay? You look a little pale.” She raised her hand from his cheek to his forehead, inspecting his temperature.

“I’m fine. I was just worried. I’m just glad that you’re okay.” y/n couldn’t quite figure it out but she felt that something was off about her boyfriend. She felt that he was being sincere but that look in his eyes she had noticed earlier, before the nurse arrived was something she’d never seen in Tyler before. However, despite being unconscious for the past 12 hours, y/n had soon grown tired. Tyler noticed her drooping eyelids and gently helped her lay back down. Sweet, she thought. He tenderly stroked his hand over her face, shushing her to sleep and when she her body fell limp with fatigue, he placed a kiss on her forehead with a gentle hum.

Light snores rose from her slightly open mouth as he whispered something that no one else would ever hear, with an immorally bitten back smirk.

“You have no idea what’s coming.”

y/n sluggishly blinked open her eyes and absorbed her surroundings. The near excruciating bright white of the horizontally placed hospital lights above her head made waking up a more treacherous job than in already was with her injuries. She shuffled back on the bed, noticing that Tyler had left, most likely for a shift at the Weathervane or school. Her mouth was dry from sleep, glancing at the clock she noticed she’d slept for three hours. She scanned the table at her bedside, not a single glass of water in sight. With no other choice, she pressed the button for the nurse to come rushing through the door.

“Yes, dear?” The same nurse from earlier asked. “Could I get a glass of water, please?” “Why of course. Your friends are in the waiting room. Would you like me to send them in?” y/n immediately perked up and shuffled into a higher seated position. She bit back a huge grin and replied, “Yes, send them in.” She was gone for a few moments before seven of her friends adorning their Nevermore uniforms came barrelling through the door, followed by a monotone Wednesday who entered calmly and closed the door behind her.

“Y/n!” “You’re alive!” “Tell us everything.” “Are you okay?”

“Guys!” Xavier mediated, the rest of them shutting up. “I’m okay, guys.” She smiled up at them, fiddling with her fingers. Bianca took a seat at the foot of her bed, Yoko by her side, “Where’s that loser normie boyfriend of yours, then?” y/n rolled her eyes playfully at Bianca’s description of Tyler, “I think he had work. I don’t know, but he found me in the woods and stayed with me until I fell asleep a few hours ago. He must’ve left during my nap.” She explained.

“Hang on a sec… Tyler said he found you in the woods?” Ajax asked, leaning against the wall closest to her bed. y/n nodded. The group all shared looks and y/n noticed a sceptical, wide-eyed Wednesday. “Wednesday, I know you always look like you’ve seen a ghost, but… you look like you’ve seen about twenty!” y/n observed. Wednesday shrugged, “It’s nothing.” She deadpanned.

“What’s going on, guys?” y/n queried, worried. “The thing is, y/n, love, it was Xavier who found you in the woods. Not Tyler.” Enid confessed. y/n looked to Xavier in confusion. “I was leaving my art shed when I heard screaming not to far into the woods. Then I saw you on the floor, called an ambulance and they took you here.” y/n’s brow furrowed, “Why would Ty lie about that, though?” She brought a finger up to her lips and chewed on her nail in deep thought. Divina brought her hand up to y/n’s knee and stroked it comfortingly. “I’m sure he had a good reason.” Kent encouraged weakly. A million thoughts were running through y/n’s head at once.

Was Tyler cheating on her and wanted an alibi or something? Was it something deeper than that?

“I have to go.” Wednesday spoke out of nowhere. y/n nodded, thinking nothing of it. Wednesday was a strange girl and her mysterious disappearances during important moments were nothing new. As Wednesday exited the room, y/n noticed Bianca’s little sigh of relief. y/n understood why Bianca wasn’t keen on Wednesday. She showed up out of nowhere, showing her up in almost every class and stealing the attention of her ex-boyfriend who she still liked. It wasn’t something that happened everyday and it wasn’t the most pleasant experience after a heavy break up. Although Xavier and Bianca were broken up, they were still friendly with one another and could stand to be in the same room if it was for the sake of their friend.

“Are you alright, y/n?” Enid asked. y/n shrugged, “I guess. I wish I could get these stupid wires off of me, I just wanna go back to school. Back to normal.” “You will soon. Now all you can do is rest. Visiting hours are up in a minute, so we better go. Get well soon, the nurse said you’ll be back in school later tomorrow.” Yoko smiled as everyone got up to leave.

“Bye, y/n/n.” “Bye!”

a/n: tysm for this request, it was so fun to write! i’m defo gonna do a part two so if the original requester (or anyone else but the original requester would be great) has any ideas for pt. 2 that would be much appreciated! the angst is coming, i promiseee!!!!!! also, what do you guys think should be y/n’s reason for being in nevermore. i think i’m gonna go with her being telekinetic or psychic!

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(NEW!) Super Danganronpa 2 boys reaction to: their S/O thinking they were going to hurt them - COMMISSION

You feral beasts have been asking for this for like two years LMAO. Someone finally commissioned me to do it so let's get it!

V3 boys version link

The reader's pronouns are never mentioned, so anyone can read this with themselves in mind!

Word Count: 13k words!! 4.8k of those words are Nagito's section alone, as the commissioner requested for Nagito's to be longer than the rest (Please show this some love my hands hurt)

Trope/Scenario: A couple is in an argument or stressful situation. One partner moves suddenly, maybe to ruffle their hair or wipe sweat from their face, maybe grab something or gesture as they yell, but their S/O cowers/flinches at the sudden movement, and braces themselves or cries out, thinking their partner was about to hit/hurt them. Then, the angst ends in fluff with the other partner expressing that they would never hurt their beloved. I will make variations to this base concept to spice up the piece and fit the characters because we DON'T do O.O.C. here!

WARNINGS: SPOILERS FOR ALL OF SDR2/SDR2 CONTEXT NEEDED TO UNDERSTAND SOME SECTIONS - additionally, SFW sexual content-wise, but mature themes are explored like explicit language, possessiveness, abuse, and unhealthy relationships. Remember, the games themselves are rated M.

Nagito Komaeda

It all happened so fast. You’d begged them not to do it. It didn’t need to go down that way. This never would’ve happened if they’d just listened to you.

It all happened so fast. One second your friends, your best and only friends, were piling onto your boyfriend, pinning him to the ground of the hotel lobby and the next, the world became an explosion of fiery red. A loud blast rang in your ears like a flash bomb or a gunshot fired off right beside your head without protective equipment. Kazuichi went flying, the back of Akane’s clothes were aflame. Fuyuhiko took on an expression you’d never thought you’d see from the resident tough guy of the group: eyes wide in genuine terror, mouth agape as he dove forward and away from the blast.

You begged them not to do this. Don’t corner him. Don’t force his hand. You knew him better than anyone else. And they didn’t listen to you.

You’d all grouped up before hand (minus Nagito of course) to discuss what to do about him. He was getting more and more unhinged as the days went on. Before the funhouse, everyone except for you saw him as a bit crazy, a nuisance, a freak but safe at a distance. Now… he was clearly a danger to himself and others. He knew something you all didn’t, and it was sending him into the self righteous hope power trip of the century. Something was so very different from the Nagito you knew and loved.

You’d warned them that it wouldn’t be like last time. He wouldn’t submissively let them tie him up in the old building and wait to be fed or released by Monomi. He was on the warpath now. You knew him. Once he got an idea in his head, that was it.

Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi had dismissed you immediately. You loved him. You’d do anything to protect that freak. They weren’t gonna heed your warning, because at the end of the day, you cared about him just a little more than you cared about the rest of them. Hajime and Sonia, even Chiaki - the more compassionate members of the group - had looked at you with pity in their eyes. They knew the last thing you wanted was to see your boyfriend tied up or hurt, and they felt for you, but at this point, the main focus had to be figuring out who put them on this island so they could escape, and preventing more death. Nagito was getting in the way of that. He needed to be restrained.

You never thought it would be like this, though. You knew he’d retaliate this time, that he’d resist, but maybe in the form of a struggle with his attacker: a punch, a kick, running away, hiding… not a fucking bomb.

As the explosion rang out from behind you, sending you leaping forward defensively, the world seemed to move in slow motion.

How could he do this? It’s one thing to fight off those who are actively trying to subdue you, but to blow up the entire hotel? He was really willing to hurt or even kill everyone too close to the blast, even those with little to nothing to do with the plan? What about you, who he claimed to love, who was his shining hope, who had been the only one in his corner at all times? He was willing to just blow you away as well?

Time sped up again, and you sat with your legs crossed in the rubble, ash and sweat smearing your skin. You just sat there, breaths hitching in your throat as you held back tears that threatened to fall. It felt like you were in a trance as you sat and thought this all over. Nevermind the flames at your back or smoke in the air. Why, why, why???

It wasn’t the little bit of blood running down your arm or the ringing in your ears that broke through your haze, but the clap of a hand on your shoulder blade. You turned and looked up at Hajime, dust in his hair and a cut on his cheek. The white uniform shirt he always wore was stained up and torn in one area.

“Hey, (Y-Y/N)!” He coughed, soot in his throat. “Are you alright? Come on, we gotta get out of here! Smoke’s not-” a beam collapsed behind him, startling him as he hooked his hands under your armpits and lifted you from your seated position. “Come on, this smoke’ll kill you!” You stood with his help, still halfway in a state of shock, and in truth embarrassment that the one you constantly defended from your group of peers had done all this…

“Is everyone…” you spoke weakly, your mind flashing to the safety of your friends.

“Everyone else is out. They’re safe, let’s go!” Hajime guided you out the way he came in looking for you, past a flipped couch and under a fallen beam. Once out in the fresh air, you regrouped with the rest, all in various states of shaken up.

Sonia immediately rushed over to you, ripping the red bow tie from her neck and dabbing the cut on your arm with the fabric before wrapping it around the wound. You thanked her with a nod. Akane, usually a bit scantily-clad anyway, had most of her remaining clothes singed off or torn. She looked more defeated then you’d seen her since Nekomaru’s death. She’d probably bounce right back soon though, knowing her. Fuyuhiko looked more pissed than usual, sitting by the pool alone. Kazuichi was being tended to by Chiaki. You overheard her saying Monomi would be bringing medical supplies and helping transport those seriously injured to the hospital for a quick check up. The students protested, however, wanting to stick together in the resort and heal up in their cabins. Your eyes bounced around the group, looking for someone in particular, though you didn’t know why.

Why? Were you truly that delusional? You must’ve been under some type of love hex. Had you Stockholm Syndrome’d yourself into being blind to his every fault? You couldn’t help it - you couldn’t deny the feelings you retained.

“Where’s…?” Your words faded off, thinking better of it. Maybe this was the wrong time. They probably didn’t want to hear about the dude who just tried to send them on a one way trip to heaven. It was too late, your words had been picked up by Fuyuhiko’s relatively undamaged ears.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” He scoffed, yelling over from the pool. “He ran off as soon as he got the chance. Didn’t waste a second to make sure you were okay. You’re still worried about that asshole? He just tried to fucking kill us! You must be as crazy as him. I’m starting to think so, at this point…”

“Fuyuhiko…” Sonia warned, a small frown creasing her porcelain face. Fuyuhiko sighed deeply, backing off the attack. He didn’t mean that last bit, he was just frustrated. He threw in the towel, too tired to continue putting up a fight. The old Fuyuhiko would've laid into you a little longer. True to his word, he was a changed man. He shook his head and went silent, disappointed in you to say the least.

You were a bit disappointed in yourself as well, frankly. Why did you still want to see him so badly, to make sure he wasn’t hurt, to make sure he knew you still cared? You didn’t know what you’d even do if you saw him again. The mix of fear, confusion and foolish adoration was potent within you right now.

After assessing everyone’s needs and injuries, it was decided that you all were to go to your cabins and rest for the night. Tomorrow, you would go as a group to the new island unguarded by its Monobeast and resume the search for the truth and freedom.

“Everyone just… yell as loud as you can, or run out of your cabin and alert the others if… if anything happens,” He looked you in the eyes as he spoke those last few words. Hajime chose the phrasing carefully but you all knew what he meant:

If Nagito came around looking to further this deranged and deadly plan of his.

They said as he ran off he was blabbering on, yelling about the “end of Jabberwock Island” and such. It was pretty clear to the entire group that whatever he had in mind would mean chaos and peril for everyone still left alive.

Now back in your cabin, the sun had long since set as you continued to pace back and forth across the floor, from the full length mirror on your sliding closet door, to the entrance, then over to the small bathroom area and back again. You’d not even taken the time to shower and change your clothes. You were still a mess, your thoughts too busy to care about the blood and grime coating you.

Your mind raced, taking in everything that had happened so far in this nightmare of a class trip, taking in everything that could happen fairly soon.

Your mind bounced to Nagito, purposely being coy when you all needed his mind desperately during trials.

To Nagito, who actively tried to hurt someone in the very first trial, who offered to help a blackened if they ever needed him.

To Nagito, who held you close at nights and who you could open up to for hours. The same Nagito who you’d fallen for, body and mind, and who now was an object of fear and anxiety for you.

Were you really scared of him now…? Your Nagito?

A quiet knock at your door shook you out of your pacing routine. You figured it was Hajime, arranging another group meeting or maybe sweet Sonia coming to check up on you. Rushing to the door, you opened it just a crack and peeked out.

Your blood ran cold, a shiver shot down your spine. You’d never reacted to seeing him like this before. Not even close.

“Hello there, (Y/N). Oh wow, you look awful…” Nagito smiled gently at first, then the corners of his mouth slightly drooped, downturned at the state of you. You looked yourself up and down once quickly, now acknowledging that you had in fact forgotten to wash up, overwhelmed by the day. A moment passed with your heart beat picking up quickly, and you began to merely stare at him silently through the crack, unsure of how to proceed. Should you scream? Should you warn the others? Even if Nagito wouldn’t hurt you, what if he made his rounds to the other cabins and hurt the others? He wouldn’t hurt you, right? That assumption of yours was correct, right? You weren’t so sure anymore. “Well, are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna let me in?” He smiled innocently again before pushing his way past you and into the expanse of your personalized cabin. Your safe space.

“Nagito…” You let yourself exhale the breath you’d been holding in, turning to close the cabin door behind him. You hesitated on the door knob, contemplating making a break for it right then and there. “What are you doing here?” You tried to keep your voice steady and even, even as your chest thumped.

“What?” His brow furrowed, rounding on you as you closed shut the door and turned to face him. “What do you mean? I always hang out with you here!” Was he just not going to acknowledge today, when you literally could’ve died due to his actions? “I kinda missed it, you know, the smell of your cabin, your smell. Being in the funhouse all those days was such a bummer.” Approaching you in two strides of his long slender legs, he took you tightly into his arms, nevermind the dirt and ash that transferred from your clothes to his.

“N-Nagi-” your words were muffled into the fabric of his green jacket, and for a moment your spine stiffened, not sure how to receive the hug. You corrected yourself though, and relaxed, embracing him back. Nagito was volatile right now, extremely unstable, and you didn’t want to be perceived as disloyal, untrusting. Nothing to trigger him. He was clingy and needy with you quite often and that part you didn’t mind. You cared for him the way he was… but who he was had slowly been changing. Ever since he entered that damned Final Dead Room.

Nagito didn’t miss a thing, however, and you knew that. Your hesitation to hug him back made a blip on his radar.

“Is everything alright? How is my little ray of hope tonight?” He pulled back a bit, holding you at arm’s length to observe your features closely. This was so uncomfortable: the scrutinizing gaze, the sorry state of your body at that very moment, the sweat that began to bead on your forehead.

“Well, Nagito, you…” you wanted to soften the blow, and so took the initiative to this time hug him first, leaning your head onto his chest. This is what he wanted, right? Play along, don’t slip up. It’s funny, when your head rested flat against him and you inhaled his familiar scent, you felt that warm feeling that made you fall for him for just a second, until you began to finish your thought. “... today… earlier today… why did you do that? I mean… how could you, to me of all people? What if… I mean what if that explosion killed me?” Your heart beat sped up.

“Oh, silly, it wouldn’t have!” He replied as if the answer were obvious. “You’re my shining hope, my everything, and that bomb was only intended to disrupt the plans of those who were there to trap me! I was one step ahead my love. You were never in any true danger.” Ironic, as he ran a hand up and down the arm with the deep cut on it.

“Well, how would you know for sure? What if I were standing where Kazuichi was? He got the brunt of it…” you asked, but you knew whatever answer he had for you wouldn’t calm your aching heart.

“I relied on my luck, of course! It’s all I have to rely on now: you, and this useless ‘talent’ of mine.” His tone was bittersweet. His luck? He really left your safety up to his luck? Sure, you’d never seen it fail him before, but seriously…

“About that… Nagito,” you pulled away, expectantly unsatisfied with his reply and no less terrified of the inner workings of the man in front of you, “what’s made you feel this way, all of a sudden? Sure, our classmates were a little wary of you, but we were friends, all of us. You had them, too. What changed? In the funhouse you - well ever since the Final Dead Room, you’ve changed. In the trial, you said you’d learned about Hajime and how he doesn’t have an ultimate talent, and the secret behind the funhouse’s design… but there’s more you aren’t telling us… I can feel it.” Walking over to a chair beside your bed, you sat down, wrapping your arms around your middle defensively. You felt small and vulnerable under his gaze, which followed you like a hawk.

He didn’t like hearing that - that he’d changed - not from you. You were the only one exempt from his plans, even if you didn’t know it at the time. He loved you and you loved him, and he didn’t want anything to change about that. This couldn’t be just another thing that his miserable life ruined for him. For now, he ignored it, deciding that maybe letting you, the only one he could truly trust, in on his little plan would ease your mind and bring you back to him whole.

“You’re right as usual, my love.” He stood in the center of the room, gesturing as he began to get off of his chest all that he’d gleaned from his time in the funhouse. “How perceptive of you. My little hope is so incredibly smart. It’s one of the reasons I know you’ll guide this useless pack of idiots, including myself, to the highest potential our negligible little lives could ever reach!” How could you have guessed at that time that he meant when he and all the rest he deemed unfit were long gone, wiped from this world by his own will? “I’ll let you in on it, if my little bird promises not to chirp to the rest of the flock, of course…” He grinned at you as if he were a mischievous little kid about to announce a school prank and not a man dead set on getting his classmates killed. You nodded instinctively, not prepared at all for what you were about to hear. “Well it’s quite simple, really. We’ve known about the existence of a traitor for awhile now, right? We thought this entire time that the one of us who was not like the others was to blame for this entire thing, that the despair that ensnared us and caused death after death was caused by this ‘traitor’, right?” You nodded again, wanting desperately to appease him in any way you could. “Well, we couldn’t have had it more wrong, and as my reward for winning the ultimate roulette in the Final Dead Room, I was allowed this knowledge to share - or not share - as I please.” He was smirking now and your heartbeat began to pick up once again. You did not like that look in his eye. The pale planes of his cheeks began to get rosy with that self-satisifed expression he often donned when he knew his plans for hope were on track.

“W-what do you mean, Nagito?” Your voice shook and you sat up in your chair, shifting uncomfortably in place, a motion he noticed immediately. Again, he didn’t appreciate that reaction from you one bit. Why were you so uneasy around him tonight? His mind couldn’t comprehend it.

“Turns out, this whole time,” he held his arms out to each side as if surrendering himself to the powers that be, “It was us! We were the wicked ones. We were the despair, the disgusting evil that clouded all hope.” He began to chuckle at the irony that only he understood in his words. “This ‘traitor’ is the only one who can stop us! They are meant to save the world from the plague of our very existence!” He began to chuckle, a devious and unstable sound emanating from his core.

“H-how could you mean - I mean… Nagito, how could we be evil? Why would you think that? We have been working together to stop Monokuma this whole time. It couldn’t be -”

“Does it really matter how? It’s the truth! I know it is!” He cut you off, startling you as he approached and sank to his knees in front of your chair. Leaning in, he took your hand in his clammy, translucent one. He kissed the tops of your knuckles sweetly - a gesture he often did when you were alone together - and you went rigid, unsettled by his manic words. Another reaction he frowned at. “I mean, you believe me, don’t you? Have I ever been wrong before? Every time I tell you who the blackened is, I’m right! Every mystery I’ve uncovered on this island, every deduction I’ve shared with you and only you, has been correct! Every time I’ve been ‘wrong’ to them, I’ve chosen to play dumb. I’ve never lied to you, I wouldn’t!” He looked frantic, his eyes darting back and forth between yours. When you didn’t reply, he continued. “The traitor, they are the one, true hope for our vile and corrupted lot!” He smiled, again, as if this were the obvious conclusion one should draw from his words, but you just couldn’t see your friends as the monsters he portrayed them as. You couldn’t even see him that way. It just didn’t make sense. Maybe whatever he read in the Final Dead Room was just more lies, planted by Monokuma as a motive to sow more division. Nagito was too smart to fall for that…

“So, what is the solution, then… your plan?” You were almost too afraid to ask, having a good idea of what it would be. His frenzied grin softened into a straight and very serious line. You felt your stomach twist itself into knots.

“Well… we have to go, of course. All of us, except for the traitor.” He stated plainly. Eyes widening just a tick before going neutral again, you tried not to convey the abject fear in your heart. “We all have to die, it’s the only way. The traitor will go on, as the only ray of hope we have left.” With that, you yanked your hand from his grip, and his eye twitched in response.

He was willing to kill you all? All of your peers, your innocent peers who had been through so much already, together… snuff them out just like that?

“Nagito… you know who the traitor is, then…?” His head tilted at that, like a curious puppy confused at his owner’s words. “The one you’re going to spare, you know who it is?” Did it even matter anymore? At this point, the Nagito you loved was long gone. You needed to warn the others. His answer mattered to you personally, nonetheless. Your brow furrowed, your psyche overstimualted by this entire conversation. You pressed him. “Nagito… you know who the traitor is, right?” A little sterner this time, you waited for an answer that would never come. Almost as if he were too prideful, or maybe too ashamed to admit he would have to rely on his luck yet again to meet his goals, he ignored your question.

Chills running throughout your body, you quickly shot up out of the chair. Standing abruptly and causing the slender man to stumble back a bit, you steadied your shaking hands by balling them into fist at your side.

“(Y/N) -” Nagito began as he stood to meet you. Why were you acting like this? Didn’t you have the same goals as him? Didn’t you see the necessity of this plan? Didn’t you love him as much as he loved you? Didn’t you know that know that you - his unbreakable hope - the only pure thing on this miserable island, had to be the traitor? How could it be anyone else? He couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, as the file in the Final Dead Room didn’t name you specifically, but it just had to be you. It had to be. He would delude himself until his last breath.

“O-okay, Nagito, I agree! Yes, y-you’re right of course!” Play along, (Y/N), play along, your survival instincts screamed at you internally. Now it was Nagito’s heart that began to beat fast. He could sense a lie a mile away, and you knew that. Was he truly losing you? “Tell you what, let me shower, I can’t stand this filth on me for one more second.” You forced a nervous chuckle. “After that, I’ll meet you somewhere, um… away from the cabins so the others don’t find out, and we can discuss this further.” In reality, you were hoping that as you showered, he would leave to find a meeting place so that you could run to the other cabins and warn the others. He took a step toward you, and you took a step back in turn. He cringed at that, a hand reaching out weakly for your touch. It fell to his side when you backed away until your back was at the bathroom door and you reached behind you for the handle. “Okay? You go scope out a safe place for us to meet!” You looked for confirmation, fake smile still plastered across your face until your jaw hurt from clenching so hard.

“Okay, (Y/N)...” his heart broke at your willingness to lie straight to his face. You’d never done that before. You would always be honest with him, even with the silliest thoughts. You nodded in reassurance, slipping into the mini bathroom afforded to you by Monokuma and closing the door. It was a modest thing, a small alcove in each cabin with merely a shower stall, sink with a mirror, and toilet all snug into one tiny area. You undressed like the wind, ready to take the quickest shower of your life. Just a rinse for the blood and dirt, running the water long enough to be convincing and you were out. You needed time to run to at least a few of your classmates' cabins before Nagito got back. Whoever you got to first could spread the word. You slid the glass shower stall door open and jumped inside, not even waiting for the water to warm up.

Soaking yourself promptly, you began to scrub off the day you’d had with a small wash cloth nearby. Mere minutes into your shower, you heard the small bathroom door slam open. Freezing instantly, you halted all motion and stared at the figure in the doorway that was a blurry mess of greens, creams and whites through the frosted glass of the shower door. Without a word, the figure approached the shower door and you felt your body go into fight or flight mode, adrenaline kicking into high gear.

This was it… you thought. You were sure that if you were the traitor, you would’ve known. The traitor was still out there, hiding their identity, and now Nagito was going to do exactly what he said he was going to do. You had to go… hope for the world was the end goal that superseded romantic feelings. Your life flashed before your eyes, and you thought of your friends, and how you failed to save them.

Nagito threw open the sliding door, and you fell back against the beige tile behind you, hands flying up to protect your head and face. You didn’t know how he would kill you, but braced for an expected blow. Exposed, defenseless and naked, vital organs unprotected, you began to sob.

“No! Nagito, please!” You screamed at the top of your lungs as he entered the shower stall in a panic, clothes and all. He clapped one cold hand over your mouth, a hand that was shaking. Instantly, tears sprang forth from his own eyes. Were you really that scared of him?

“No, don’t scream, please! Please, (Y/N)!” He released your mouth, throwing his arms around your shoulders in a crushing embrace. The shower head continued to spray down, soaking him now along with you as he clung to you like his life depended on it under its stream. His wild, long locks clung to his neck and forehead and his wet jacket weighed him down. You both stood weeping onto each other freely, Nagito from a broken heart, and you from shock. You were too terrified to move, to care that you were completely nude. He didn’t seem to care either, crushing you in his grip. He was a lot stronger than he looked.

“Nagito… Nagito please…” you pleaded, still not entirely sure these weren’t your last moments.

“I can’t bear to see you terrified of me. You’re… you’re the only one…” He could barely speak through his choked out sobs. He shook his head vehemently, needy for your touch. His hands roamed up and down your back desperately. He needed to feel you there, to know you were real.

“What…?” You didn’t understand.

“You’re the only one,” he sniffled, “who shouldn’t be afraid of me! You’re my shining hope. You’re my light in this darkness!” Tears wracked his body. “Why would a complete and utter nobody like me, talentless trash undeserving of your love ever try to hurt you? I wouldn’t even dream of it. (Y/N), please don’t hate me. I couldn’t bear it!” His finger nails dug into your spine. He was conflicted, and couldn’t fight the swell of anger that contended with the sadness in his chest. It felt like you didn’t know him at all to think he would hurt you. You weren’t the despair he sought to end. You had nothing to fear.

“But, y-you said- !” You began and he interrupted, unable to hear any more doubts of his loyalty to you.

“I know you’re the traitor. I just know it! You’re too good, too perfect to not be…” You’d never heard him so unconfident in his own reasoning before.

“You can’t possibly know that, Nagito!” You spat back, limp in his arms.

“I do know it. I know it. I’ll bet my luck on it. I want it so badly, my luck has to come through. It’s you, it has to be! I could never kill you. I could never get you killed. The others are the despair, you’re the solution. I know it’s you. I’m gonna make it all right… just watch!” He stepped back, taking your puffy face in his hands, staring directly into your eyes. “You’ll make it out of here! You’ll survive the last trial and go on without me, my love. I know it’s you!” He was deceiving himself once again, daring to want something so badly, so selfishly.

He would never live to see just how wrong he was.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

You, your boyfriend Fuyuhiko, and your best friend Peko went way back. As a kid growing up on Fuyuhiko’s side of town, everyone knew to avoid Kuzuryu property. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately looking back at it, you were a pretty reckless as a kid, even if you weren’t now. You used to to slip through fences and past security cameras all the time to play with the blonde fuzzy-haired kid and the girl with the cool sword. Your parents scolded you when you came home, not knowing where you really were, but you always found your way back. The boy, who always had a temper, and the girl, who was the calm to his storm, repeatedly called you names, told you to never come back or his family would kill you, then played with you all day anyway. You had no idea what his family truly was, what the word yakuza really entailed, only that everyone said that part of town was dangerous. You didn’t see it that way, not when you played cops and robbers or samurai and peasant with your two best friends nearly every day. The boy, Fuyuhiko as you’d come to learn, would always rush you off the property if his father was coming home or when less friendly clan members came around, and you didn’t learn until years later why.

By that time it was too late for you to be scared of his yakuza status or Peko’s true strength now revealed to you. You were besties, and nothing was ever going to change that. Through middle school, you formed quite the crush on the petite bad boy, and although he still had a nasty temper and could be quite aloof at times, you wanted him all the same. A lifelong friendship bloomed into a romantic relationship - with hesitance on his part - and before you knew it, you were set to attend Hope’s Peak together. You kept your relationship secret from everyone save for Peko. Fuyuhiko insisted on this, for your own safety.

Now here you were, on this mysterious tropical island with all of your memories of Hope’s Peak wiped clean. You found that in general, many memories of your past were wiped clean, save for those few precious and essential ones. You remembered growing up with Fuyuhiko, your relationship with him, and Peko who you loved like a sister. Everyone else were strangers, strangers who seemingly also couldn’t remember how they got there or how you were all connected. You were all freshmen it seemed, and that was were it stopped.

Almost immediately after Monokuma’s appearance and monologue, Fuyuhiko had pushed both you and Peko away. He demanded you both pretend like you didn’t know him, treat him like everyone else and if need be, you’d meet in secret and away from prying eyes. This was to be a killing game with rules and trials, and no one else here seemed to know each other from their past. If the others found out you three were connected, you would no doubt all be dragged down if one of you got caught up in something nasty. Allies, a package deal and all that. He didn’t want your connection to him to put you or Peko in danger. He knew you’d both die for him, and he for you, and he wouldn’t let any of these idiots use that weakness against you.

The cat was long since out of the bag. Peko was gone and you’d helped Mikan nurse Fuyuhiko in and out of the hospital after his near-fatal wounds from trying to save the swordswoman from her from execution. Everyone knew of your relationship now, which meant no more sneaking around behind everyone’s back, but Peko’s life wasn’t the price you ever wanted to pay for that freedom. Along with Peko’s passing additionally came a visible change in your boyfriend’s soul. Though he still had that fiery temper, he controlled it with great effort now. He tried harder with people, forgave easier, loved better, appreciated more. The days of reflection in the hospital stirred something in him.

Weeks passed, and it was one tragedy after another. From the group giving you hell about keeping secrets, to tending to Fuyuhiko’s extensive wounds, to now finding Ibuki hanging from a rope and Hiyoko posted up against a pillar with her throat slit, your group couldn’t seem to catch a break.

Though Mikan and yourself begged him to get some rest - as his wound had already reopened once - Fuyuhiko insisted on investigating in preparation for the trial with everyone else. He was as strong-willed as ever. You searched the hospital with him for clues or evidence the blackened may have sloppily left behind. He was on edge, and you couldn’t blame him. Everyone was, these were the fifth and sixth classmates dead in the blink of an eye, and the killer was still on the loose. Your skin crawled and you were extra jumpy today. Every corpse you had to look upon took a little more of your innocence and vitality from you, and this maniac had already killed twice. What was to stop them from killing again?

Fuyuhiko insisted that he wasn’t scared of the blackened, quite the opposite. It was his rage aimed at them that would fuel his strength to move on and identify them. You knew him well, and knew when to back off when he was in a mood. Everything seemed to annoy him at the moment. It was hard to search with him and cooperate when he got pissed off everytime you fussed over his healing injuries. He kept swatting you away then apologizing for being irate and short-tempered. He just wanted you to stop babying him.

Just now bending over to search near a hospital bed, Fuyuhiko shot upright, jumping at a sudden sound that startled him.

“What the fuck-?!” He turned to the source of the loud crash behind him. You were splayed out across the floor behind him, a deep gash on your cheek spilling blood down your face as you sat up. “What the hell did you do?!”

“I just tripped! I’m fine!” You gestured with one hand to a small table you’d toppled over, holding your bloody cheek with the other. The contents on said table, various sharp little medical instruments and tools, were strew about and on top of your body. Fuyujiko glared at the hard counter top of the cabinet you’d hit your cheek off of on the way down. Now you knew how Mikan felt, always making a mess of her clumsy self.

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot! Why don’t you watch where you’re going?! We’ve got enough shit to deal with right now!” He kneeled down to your level and started rapidly picking up the various scalpels and knives around you.

“I’m sorry, ‘Hiko…” the shame was setting in. He was already ornery today and you’d somehow made it even worse. He leaned over your body, reaching for more of the small instruments.

“Sorry’s not gonna cut it! You-” hovering over you, he lifted one of the razor sharp tools above his head in a clenched, angry gesture. You turned your head, gasping slightly and flinching away from him. Your free hand came up to cover your face with your eyes shut tight in a grimace. Upon seeing you recoil, cowering away from him like that, he halted, the rest of his complaint dropping off into oblivion.

He didn’t want to be like that anymore, remember? He reminded himself of his temper, of his talks with Hajime in the hospital, of Peko’s memory urging him to do better, of his display of humility to Hiyoko in the hotel restaurant.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, putting the instrument aside and gently pulling you to your feet alongside him.

“Come on, sit down. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He pushed you gently down to sit on the hospital bed and reached for some simple disinfectant, a cloth to put it on, and a large bandage. He began to pat the blood away. “We’ll have Mikan look at this later to see if it needs stitches, but this is the best I can do for now.” He noticed you avoiding his eye contact and his heart sank. “Hey…” He held your chin, titing your head to look up and meet his gaze. “I’m really sorry, okay. I would never lay a hand on you. That is a fact. Please… know this for certain.”

“I know, I just… I don’t know… I’m sorry I reacted that way.” His apology helped, but you still felt a little foolish.

“No, it’s me who should be sorry. There’s no need to get that angry, especially at you, especially for an accident.” He sighed, running a hand down his face. He had a long way to go. “Please slow down. Be more careful and worry about yourself as much as you worry about me. I can’t lose you, too.”

Hajime Hinata

You’d closed yourself up in your cabin for good, with no plans to go out in the foreseeable future. Every few minutes you checked the locks, on both the doors and the windows, biting your nails down to nearly bleeding. In addition to shutting yourself in, you’d shut the world, the island, and all your classmates out. You were a nervous wreck.

Mere hours ago, Nagito had blown the hotel lobby and everyone in it sky high. He’d finally lost what little marbles he had left. Nobody knew fully why, but he’d snapped too far beyond repair. Both you and poor Kazuichi were very near to the blast zone, and even now you felt a dizziness and slight loss of hearing. You were sure that over in his cabin, Kazuichi was feeling the same way. You wanted to pass out, to scream, to topple over in exhaustion but refused to let yourself leave your post. As much as you were tired and dizzy, you were equally as terrified. What if that maniac Nagito showed up again to finish the job? Though the vertigo threatened to take you down for the count, you were determined to stay vigilant. Your mind grew more and more dull and hazy by the second, though.

Hajime and the others wanted to go to the new island in the morning, and as far as you were concerned, they could search until their hearts were content. You’d given up. You’d been broken. You’d been beaten by Monokuma and this killing game. Why go to a new island? Every time you guys went to a new island to explore, someone died. Everyone was dying. There was a psychopath hell-bent on blowing you up - or worse - on the loose. You were content to stay in your cottage and rot away. Paranoid and eroded away from trial after trial, you’d refused to let anyone in, even your sweet boyfriend, Hajime, who’d already tried to come check on you several times that night. Even as the rain poured down from the night sky and lightning cracked consistently, he kept coming back. He was extremely concerned about you, but you just couldn’t do it anymore. You didn’t trust anyone anymore. You couldn’t.

You trusted Teruteru, and Peko, and Mikan, and Gundham, and Nagito… it was all too much. Who would betray you next? Who would stab you in the back when you least expected it for a chance at freedom as a blackened who got away with it? It could be literally anyone. Sonia had a country to get back to, an entire country waiting for her. Fuyuhiko had an empire. They all had a reason to live and you’d be an easy target in this state of barely conscious, injured and mentally broken.

You’d almost fallen asleep when a knock came at your door, again…

You almost chose to ignore it, but figured getting your body moving would keep you awake, so you forced your feet over to the door.

“Hajime…?” You assumed, your voice weak.

“Man…” he sighed loudly, muffled by the rain and the barrier of the door, “(Y/N)... you sound terrible. I really do think you have a concussion. Please let me in. I’m worried sick.”

“Please go away, Hajime. I’m sorry… I’ll be fine. I just -”

“I know you’re scared. You know you can trust me.” There was that word again… Moments passed in silent contemplation. “... I’m gonna keep coming back until you let me in. I’m soaked… please…” he whined, jiggling the door handle on his side. Now it was your turn to sigh. You rested your head against the door, senses dimming fast. He was probably right, you most likely did have a concussion. Your head ached, your vision was a bit blurry, the light of your cabin bothered your eyes. “You can’t just stay in there forever, you need medical atten-” The door swung open before him, and you hurriedly signaled for him to come in, swiftly locking the door behind him.

“No sudden movements. I’m a bit confused right now… everything’s a bit slow…” Your words slurred out but he seemed to catch them all.

“Yeah, no shit. You were blown all the way across the hotel floor. Come here, let me check something.” He took your wrist and stood you in the center of the room in front of him. He pulled a small flashlight he won from the gacha machine from his pocket and flashed it into your eyes slowly. “Try to stand still.” You were trying to, but swayed and stumbled regardless. “See, you can’t even do that much. Look, since Mikan is gone, we gotta let Monomi help us out. Let’s get you to the hospital.”

“What?! No, no no…” your heart beat quickened, feeling that paranoid panic set in again. “I’m not leaving this room.” The confusion was hitting again as you stumbled backwards a step and your back met the side of your bed. Was this a set up? You already let him in, now he wanted to get you out in the open? “Something’s gonna happen! I won’t go!”

“(Y/N), I promise I’ll get you to the hospital safely and I’ll stay with you the whole time. I know you’re scared but you’re being irrational right now!”

A thunderous boom sounded outside as high above your cabin the lightning cracked. In an instant, all of the lights wavered and went out. You cried out into the pitch black. You couldn’t see even a foot in front of you. This was definitely a set up. It had stormed plenty of times on this island, and the lights never went out like this.

Hajime reached out for you in the dark, and you screamed even louder at his touch. This was it, the betrayal. It was inevitable on this hell of an island. No one could truly be trusted.

“(Y/N), stop! Stop yelling!” Hajime grabbed one of your wrists in the dark, and you sank to the floor, too dizzy to stand any longer. He heard the thud of your butt hitting the ground, though he couldn’t see it, and sunk to his knees beside you.

“Please… don’t hurt me, Hajime…” the words tumbled out of your mouth lazily. You wanted to pass out so badly.

“Hurt you?” He sounded incredulous, almost scoffing. Turning the screen brightness all the way up on his e-handbook, he set it on the ground beside you both for some type of light, as meager as it was, and sat the flashlight beside it. He grabbed your face in his hands, gently shaking you to alertness. He’d heard it wasn’t good to let someone with a concussion fall asleep. “I’d never hurt you.” He stated almost matter-of-factly. “You’re just going through a rough time right now... Don’t talk like that. You know I’d never hurt you. I care about you, a lot.” He adjusted your position so you were sitting up a little straighter.

It pained him to see you this way. This killing game was stealing your luster, your goodness, your spirit. He’d noticed that your smile - a smile he loved so very much - grew smaller and smaller with each trial. Now it��d come to this. You were frightened of even him…

“I’m so scared, Hajime…”

“I know. I know you are.” He spoke with compassion in his voice. “Will you let me help you? Please…?” He waited for your nod of confirmation before continuing. “Come on,” he scooped one arm under your legs and the other under behind your back and stood with you in his arms. “We’re gonna get you the help you need. I know it’s hard, but we are a team. You, me, Chiaki, Sonia, Kazuichi, Fuyuhiko, Akane, we need to do this together. I know it’s hard to trust after all that’s happened, but I’m gonna keep you safe, and we’re gonna survive this, together.”

Kazuichi Soda

Kazuichi sat in front of the busted funhouse elevator, ass nearly numb from sitting in that position for hours. He was squatting before, until his knees began to hurt as well. You sat behind him, handing him tool after tool when he needed it and offering encouragement and advice when you could. Still, he was being testy and very short with you and the two of you had gotten into it several times today already. Nothing big, just a few little spats. You had to keep reminding him that you were only trying to help, but nonetheless he was in a foul mood.

You knew he was truly mad at the situation, not you. His anger was misplaced but it still hurt. You’d all been locked up in the funhouse for days without food and with minimal sleep due to Monokuma’s interference and everyone was on each other’s last nerves. Now the elevator was broken, and the Ultimate Mechanic was expected to be the one to fix it. He’d been at it all day, and with each set back or miniscule perceived failure, he got more and more irritated.

You handed him a wrench you’d gotten from the hidden room beyond the Final Dead Room. All the tools he was currently using were from there as well. Oh yeah, that was another reason he was so pissed off. He’d never admit to it, but the fact that you were smart and brave enough to pass the Final Dead Room’s test unscathed and here he couldn't even fix this measly machine irked him like nothing else. He felt like the word useless might as well have been stamped onto his head. After he let out yet another frustrated groan, stretching out his sore wrist, you sighed and spoke up:

“Hey, Kaz’, it’s okay if you can’t get it done today. Let’s get some rest. We need to conserve energy.” He looked at you as if you’d just called him the biggest loser ever.

“That’s easy for you to say! You’re actually contributing to the group! You don’t have the burden of feeling like a failure on your mind!” He gritted his sharp teeth.

“You are contributing by even trying to fix it!” You retorted, not appreciating his tone or him starting an argument with you yet again today.

“Oh, don’t patronize me! You just don’t get it! Everyone likes you and you’re good at everything you try! I can’t even do what I was literally born to do correctly!” He spat.

“Oh, Kazuichi, give me a break! It is not that deep! Nobody even needs to use the elevator at this very moment!” You shifted your position right next to him, crossing your arms over your chest in a pouting display.

“If you’re not gonna help, then just go away!” He leaned forward toward you, raising the wrench in his hand in exasperation. You jolted backwards, leaning away from him with a fright.

…

Things got really awkward, very fast. The air went dead silent and all anger drained from his face. He lowered the wrench as a blank expression took over, followed by one of slight embarrassment. Did you really think he was gonna hit you with it? A moment passed, and you both looked away from each other, refusing to make eye contact.

“H-hey…” Kazuichi hesitated for a second, then made up his mind. Grabbing your shoulder, he seized you into his chest and held you tightly. His mind flashed back to his years in the family shop, to glimpses of his dad screaming whenever he angered him, even hitting him sometiimes for fucking up on a car. He might have even deserved it - he thought - but you didn’t. For sure, you didn't. He respected but feared his father, and he didn’t want to make anyone feel like that, especially not you. “I would never hit ya like that! Y-you gotta know that, right?!” His voice broke as he fought back tears. “I’m sorry for being an asshole today. This place just fuckin’ sucks you know? I can’t take it anymore!” You felt wetness soak through your shirt on your shoulder though you couldn’t see his face. You returned the hug, pulling him tighter into yourself. You two sat like that for a long while, resigned to give the elevator another try sometime later.

Nekomaru Nidai

You and Nekomaru were kinda… a thing? It was complicated because you were two very different people, but there was a little spark, a mutual crush that was known of and whispered about by the other students. It was weird, because you two flirted with each other, but nothing really ever happened because when he was around, you felt like a flustered mess, a puddle of mush. He was an intimidating, extroverted mountain of a man, and it was easy to become nervous in his presence. It’s like you were touch-starved, head over heels for your handsome classmate and yet the thought of him touching you turned you into an anxious idiot at the same time. You spent a quite lot of time together but there was rarely any touching other than a motivational clap on the back or the slap when you made a good joke, maybe even a very platonic-feeling bear hug as a greeting every once in a while.

In fact, you saw more chemistry between him and Akane, or even him and Hajime, two people he hung out with all the time. Heck, he touched Akane a lot more than he ever touched you. It made you feel a bit jealous, even. You felt silly even admitted this to yourself, as he wasn’t even your boyfriend and could do whatever he pleased, but it was frustrating nonetheless.

You wanted to be mature, to be honest and communicate your feelings with him once and for all because the pining, the unfulfilled feelings were driving you crazy but it had totally blown up in your face. Turns out your relationship with him was a lot more complicated than you originally thought. The talk ended up as a bit of an argument… well, it felt like you were arguing and stumbling over your feelings while he didn’t seem to be upset at all, which made you feel even more overwhelmed. You felt childish, unable to express yourself in a way that didn’t feel humiliating. He always seemed willing to talk something out, but at the same time didn’t really seem to understand how you felt in any other way than on a platonic level. He motivated, talked to, trained, and fixed people for a living, but maybe sports and romance were just too different for this conversation to click in his head. Or maybe… you were reading the signs all wrong. Maybe he didn’t like you back at all. Maybe you and your peers had misinterpreted his fondness for you as flirting, and you decided to accept that. You respectfully asked him to forget about everything you said, and apologized for the confusion and awkwardness, making your swift exit.

Sulking, dejected and needing some alone time, you walked along the lengthy bridge that connected Jabberwock Park to the island that housed the supermarket and resort. The sun was in the process of setting, leaving the island nearly dark with last last bits of daylight.

“(Y/N)!” You looked up from your navel-gazing to see a large figure bolting toward you at the speed of light. Nekomaru’s sudden appearance startled you even though you knew the guy to be loud and over the top. At that distance, you may not have been able to tell it was him in this little lighting if he weren’t yelling out your name. You’d recognize the voice from a mile away. As he finally approached, not the least bit out of breath, he began to speak immediately.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” He seemed a bit different, a bit less charged-up than his usual state. It was like a calm state of focus.

“Hey… Nekomaru.” You smiled weakly, still extremely nervous standing in his shadow. You had to tell yourself that you only felt this way because you liked him, and you had to let go of those feelings. “What’s up?” You twiddled your thumbs timidly, eluding the eye contact.

“I wanted to talk to you about earlier. When we chatted… well, I’ve been thinking about it all day. It’s been bothering me! So…” His brow furrowed. It wasn’t often he was speechless. “Uhhh..” he stalled in his deep rumble of a voice. He took a step closer to you, and you took one skittish step back. It felt weird having him in your personal bubble. It bred butterflies in your stomach. You began to shiver. It was partly because of the chill in the evening air, and partly because you dreaded confrontation like this. You feared he would make this more painful and awkward than it already was. Why couldn’t he leave it be? You weren’t his type, you accepted that! You took another self-conscious step back.

“We don’t really need to talk about it. I get how you feel, it’s fi-” a gasp passed through your lips as his massive hand suddenly flew down toward you. You flinched backward just a tad and felt your heel slip off the edge of the bridge. His hand found its desired destination around your waist and he pulled you in snugly to his wide, warm chest.

“W-why did you do that?” You looked up at him, your face pulsating with warmth just underneath the skin. He raised a brow apphrehensively at your reaction.

“You were shaking, so I figured you were cold. Plus, you were about to fall off the bridge. Two birds, one stone! Bet you’re warmin’ up now, huh?” He grinned down at you briefly before the wary expression took over again. “Hey, I know I’m a big dude an’ all, but you don’t need to be afraid of me or anything…” he mumbled and you could feel him speak from your position smashed against his chest. You looked down now, a bit ashamed that you made him feel that way. You didn’t know why he cared what you thought of him, but you could hear the slight hurt in his voice.

“I’m not scared of you, Nekomaru… quite the opposite…”

“Whaddaya mean?” What did he mean what do you mean??? Was he really that clueless? You literally had a whole conversation about this earlier today. Did the meaning of your words fly totally over his head… or were you just not clear enough?

“Nekomaru… I’m not scared I just…” you paused, debating just shutting up then and there, “I just get really nervous around you because… I really like you. Like as more than a friend…”

“You do?” Why did he sound genuinely surprised?

“I told you so earlier…”

“You did?!” He donned a puzzled look, and you looked up at him, incredulous. “No way!”

“I told you how I felt earlier, and you didn’t seem to feel the same so I let it go!”

“See, I told you it’s been bothering me, because I couldn’t for the life of me understand what you were so upset about earlier!” He threw his head back in one of his endearing, hearty laughs. What was that stereotype? Dumb jock?

“I mean, I tried to tell you, without being too forward or blunt. I was afraid you’d reject me…”

“Haha! Next time, why don’t you try to be more straightforward and honest with your feelings? It feels good!” He flexed the arm that held you close, giving you a good squeeze. You felt your cheeks warm up sheepishly.

“Like I said… you make me nervous…” you chuckled diffidently.

“Well, what do you say we try that talk again?” He began to resume the walk across the bridge, with you under his arm. “This time, we both be clear adn honest with each other?” His eyebrow wriggled rather mischeviously. “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised with the results.”

Twogami / Ultimate Imposter

You’d spent nearly all of what little time you’d been on the island with Byakuya. You were starting to form a little crush on him, and he was rather fond of you as well (not that he’d ever openly admit it) so he allowed it. You of course knew about the Togami family’s power and influence, everyone did, so you found yourself a bit shy around him, but having fun at the same time getting to know him. You were a bit of of a people pleaser, both curious about him and eager to help if he needed it. There were times when you two simply hung out, like two normal people, and sometimes he even seemed to find you as fascinating as you found him. When he found himself asking one too many questions about you, however, he always seemed to reel it in, pulling back like he had some type of wall up.

You were fine with it. You’d just met a few days ago after all, and the friendship… or something more, would form when it formed. You didn’t want to force it. You were already feeling a bit silly and about wanting to connect with the Ultimate Affulent Progeny in the first place. Someone with his wealth and status could probably spend his time with anyone he wanted.

The threat of the start of a potential killing game was putting everyone on edge, even the scion himself, though he carried it better than most. He genuinely looked like someone your class might be able to look to as a leader.

The group had decided to throw a little party later that night, and you offered to help Byakuya tick off and confiscate all weapons or even potential weapons in the old building that would house this party… for some reason. Every loose wooden plank, every butter knife, every pointy object had to go. It felt like he knew something no one else did… but, you happily followed along, helping him with this task. Honestly, though, on the inside, you feared he was being a little too uptight. How would he enjoy the little get together tonight in this state of uneasiness?

In between locking up items he dubbed nefarious and double checking every corner of the building, you two actually got to know each other a little better. After hours of work, he was satisfied. All the while, he seemed to be watching Teruteru and Nagito like a hawk as the two shuffled in and out of the building preparing tonight’s dishes and cleaning respectively. What was Byakuya hiding from you? Why all the suspicion? Did he genuinely think one of your classmates would kill someone tonight? That was just insane to even think about.

Trying to ease his mind, you started up an innocent conversation.

“You shouldn’t worry so much, really! Tonight will be great! I know it. I brought my good luck charm and everything!” Smiling and seeking to distract his tense mind, you brought a little trinket out from your back pocket. In your flattened out hand you displayed a little baby blue pocket knife, barely the size of your palm. “My dad gave it to me when I was really little, and I -”

“What is wrong with you?!” Byakuya’s hand shot out toward you to grab the small blade and you flinched backward, holding your hands up defnesively and dropping it onto the floor in the process. The sudden, angry movement had frightened you, especially coming from a man who knew how to hold an intimidating presence.

The silence then was palpable as it hung in the air, and he, the real him, wanted to apologize, to explain himself and express regret for overreacting. He wanted to say that you’d been a joy to hang out with these past few days and that he’d never raise a hand to you, but Byakuya Togami would never lower himself to say these things… and right now, he was Byakuya Togami. He steeled himself to speak.

“I was merely going to confiscate the blade from you. What a gross overreaction…” He spoke condescendingly. “Do you really think me some animal, some lesser beast who physically assaults people? Don’t insult me so…” He scoffed, plucked the blade from the ground and pocketed it. “I don’t know what kind of men you’ve dealt with, but clearly you’ve been hanging around with the dregs of humanity.” Crossing his arms nonchalantly over his chest, he left you there without another word, satisfied that his facade had remained in tact. Inside, it burned, it hurt to be so cruel to such a sweet person like you. He left to make final preparations for the party tonight and you stayed behind, offering to help Teruteru and Nagito since you were already there. It would take your mind off of the humiliation you just suffered.

Early into the next morning, when Monokuma dismissed the survivors of the very first class trial back to their cottages at last, you’d nearly missed it as you crawled onto your bed in a tired, traumatized ball:

A rectangular black box sat on your bedside table. It wasn’t yours, and you were sure your cabin door was locked. How did it even get there?

You opened it cautiously and found the most expensive looking, elegant, and elaborate looking pen in the world within. On one side was the Togami family crest, engraved delicately and masterfully. Tucked under it was a small note. You read it, tears welling up immediately.

A replacement good luck charm - T

Gundham Tanaka

Gundham felt totally secure with you, a feeling he’d never truly felt with anyone else. He’d never state it in plain words, but it was true nonetheless. You’d always been accepting of him and his rather eccentric ways. He didn’t need to feel like an outcast around you. He felt completely seen, understood on a whole new level. He could’ve sworn you cast some sort of spell over him, the way his cheeks and the tips of his ears would feel like they were on fire when you complimented him or held his hand. He nearly burst into flames when you once pecked his cheek with your soft lips after he carried a bunch of stuff back to your cabin for you as a favor.

You two spent nearly every day together. Everyone knew you two were a thing and you didn’t mind the teasing. You had no reason to be ashamed of how you felt about Gundham. He was the kindest soul you’d ever met, it just took a little digging to figure that out. Other than Hajime and Sonia - the only other two who really tried to get to know him - you were the only one who he’d let tend to the Devas. You often held them, fed them, watched them in your cabin when Gundham showered or needed a short break. The hamsters and Gundham himself provided a much needed light for you in the darkness of this killing game. The little things you did with him mattered so much to you. You appreciated every moment when in this place, you could be very much dead the next day. You swam at the pool and went shopping at the supermarket together on the main island, ate at the diner together on the second, hung out at the music venue together on the third, and now, trapped in the funhouse with starvation as the motive, Gundham insisted that you share the sound-proof, luxury room with him.

You’d initially gotten extremely flustered by his request but eventually accepted. Gundham didn’t seem to think twice about it. You supposed he was so naive to romance that he saw nothing wrong with you two sharing a bedroom at all. Maybe he did know, but cared more about your safety than the embarrassment. You knew he’d never do anything without your express permission anyway, so after deliberating, decided it was a non-issue. It was unusual for Monomi not to pop up to protest, however.

Days into being trapped in the funhouse, you sat at the small desk in your room feeling like a total asshole. You’d been in an argument with Gundham earlier, one that you’d totally started and knew you were in the wrong for. You rarely ever had a disagreement with him, much less gotten into a full-on fight. It was a bit one-sided however, as you yelled and complained while he just tried to reason with you and ultimately ended up leaving you alone in the room for some space. You regretted it the instant he left, and had made up your mind to apologize the second he returned. You were miserable: starving and dead tired from Monokuma Tai Chi every morning, but that was no excuse for your behavior. Everyone else was hungry and cranky, too, and you’d taken your anger out on Gundham for no reason.

You pulled out the headphones and small MP3 player Hajime gifted you when you hung out a few weeks back and slumped forward on the desk, moping as you put the headphones in and blasted the music as loud as the cheap earbuds would allow. You had to pass the time somehow, and walking around looking for Gundham when he’d eventually come back here to sleep would waste what little energy you had left. There was a small part of your mind that wondered: what if he didn’t come back? Your heart ached. Everyone was starving… someone would have to kill soon to get out of this hopeless situation. You could only hope and pray that the last thing you said to Gundham wouldn’t be that hateful nonsense. You let yourself zone out, head down on the desk and eyes closed lazily. You began to doze off and wouldn’t know how long you were out.

You awoke to the music still blasting in your ears and a tap on your shoulder.

“Hmm?” Groggily you turned to see Gundham behind you. Gripped tightly in his gauze-wrapped hand was a large, sharp knife the length of your forearm. Your eyes widened and you screamed, taken off guard by the frightening sight. “Gundham, please, no!” It was a bit odd that he looked more shocked than you did as you backed away from him, falling off the chair and onto the floor behind it with a thud. Tears began to stream down you face.

You didn’t think it would end like this, but it was kinda of the perfect location. The room was sound-proof, after all. You just never expected a betrayal this cruel. Maybe you should’ve. After all this time, all of these deaths, it was naive to truly trust anyone on this island. Why did it have to be him though of all people? Maybe he had to do this. After all, the Devas were starving, too, and they meant the world to him. Getting out meant saving them as well.

Tossing the knife onto the bed, he rushed over to you, kneeling to the floor and tearing the earbuds out of your ears.

“What sort of demon has possessed you?!” Confusion coated his visage and the Devas hopped down from their master’s scarf and swarmed you, sensing your distress.

“What do you mean?! You just scared the shit outta me!” Fresh tears sprang forward with your frustration.

“That was never my intention, my beloved…” he shook his head apologetically.

“Well you can’t just pop up out of nowhere with a knife like that, especially in a situation like this! I thought you were about to fucking murder me!”

“I assumed you knew that I would never do you harm, so I didn’t see an issue with my approach… These other peasants would do well to fear my dark powers, but I thought you knew that my loyalties lie with you, dear one!” He pulled off one of his dramatic gestures. You pulled your knees up into yourself, suddenly feeling very stupid.

He proceeded to explain that while he was gone, he’d decided to take on the Final Dead Room in hopes of finding a route of escape from the funhouse because he couldn’t stand to see you suffer like this for a single day more. Instead, he came upon a cache of weapons of every sort and size, and begged you to keep that fact a secret. Pulling you to your feet, he sat you down on the bed and handed you the knife.

“Since I can not spirit you away from this hell, I have chosen to provide you with the means to defend yourself should I ever fail to. Hide it somewhere that is always accessible to you and no one else. And my darling, I beg of thee,” he pleaded, “cease all usage of that wretched machine!” He pointed to the MP3 player discarded onto the ground. “You must be on your guard at all times in this place, especially if the Devas and I are not there to guard you.” Your bottom lip quivered, heart swelling at his concern for you, even after you screamed at him earlier. You sat the knife down and threw your arms around him, collapsing into his chest. You didn’t deserve him.

“I’m so sorry, Gundham! After I sat here and bitched at you for no reason, you went out and still thought of my safety? I’m so, so sorry!”

“Think nothing of it, dear one…” He mumbled, burying his red face in his scarf.

Teruteru Hanamura

Most of the your other classmates were repulsed or at the very least annoyed by Teruteru’s antics. His behavior: overtly flirty and forward, even to the point of perversion, was a major turn off for most of the people he talked to, but you actually really liked him. You found his one-liners funny, his pick up lines amusing. He was genuinely fun to hang out with, in your opinion. He complimented you a lot, and you would playfully tease and flirt back. He really seemed to enjoy the matching of his energy, and though you’d only known each other for about a week, you spent a lot of time together. He was usually showing you some simple yet delicious recipes and letting you taste test his meals (of course with a lot of innuendos built in) and you would share your interests with him while you cooked together. You noticed, also, that the more time you spent with him, the less time he spent bothering the others. Maybe all he needed was a little positive attention all along.

Tonight, all of your classmates would be attending a party, both to socailize and ensure that nothing could happen because you’d all be in the same place, which would leave too many witnesses, therefore making a killing unlikely. Teruteru of course was excited to do what he did best and provide the meals for the party, but his mood seemed to be like a rollercaster that day. As you spent hours helping him cook, sometimes leaving to take breaks or talk to the others, he seemed to go from flirty to worried, salacious to nervous, confident to angry. His mood seemed to turn foul when Nagito would waltz by the kitchen, passing through as he did his assigned cleaning duties in the party building. You noted this, but it was strange, as you hadn’t known Teruteru to particularly dislike any of your peers… Did he have an issue with Nagito? But Nagito was so chill…

No matter the reason for his mood swings, you took them for what they were and tried to help out by offering an extra hand (which he made a dirty joke about) or changing the subject when he got gloomy. You could only do so much to stabilize his mood, however, and eventually he seemed to just be barking orders or frustrated with you. He was already in a bad mood and you didn’t want to contribute to it. You weren’t a true chef anyway and you were probably just getting in the way, you figured, so you took a big tray of finished dishes and began to make your way out to the dining hall.

Your shoe caught onto a thick chord just outside the kitchen door, just a piece of junk Nagito hadn’t gotten to yet and you tumbled forward, spilling the entire tray onto the floor. You gasped as you hit the floor, your knees stinging with the impact. Teruteru, who witnessed the whole thing, ran over to you with a shriek to make sure you were okay. The melancholy melted away, and checking on you was all that mattered.

“(Y/N)!” Mistaking his tone for anger because of his previously existing foul mood, you were startled by his approach, flinching away, shrinking backwards slightly. You fucked up, you ruined the dishes he spent hours making. He was probably furious with you. He stopped dead in his tracks, shocked by that instinctual response from you. With your reaction, he finally realized how rude he’d been to you all night. It wasn’t your fault Nagito was up to no good, and even knowing what he knew, he shoudn’t have taken his mood out on you. He was pushing away the one person who treated him with such kindness and respect on this island. His mother wouldn’t have been proud of that. “Take my hand.” He extended it to you and helped you to your feet.

“I’m so sorry, Teruteru, your food-!” You began to apologize profusely but he cut you off.

“I can always make more. I enjoy making more. Are you alright? You took quite the spill!” He smiled warmly at you. “I shoudln’t have been so… intense earlier. My apologies.”

“Oh I’m fine! It’s okay. But, about the food… are you sure it’s gonna be okay? Can we really make more in time?” He nodded enthusiastically in response. When you beamed back at him, he felt his inside twist into a knot.

He had to stop Nagito tonight. It was decided. He didn’t know how, or the extent of Nagito’s plans, but he couldn’t let him start the killing game with that knife he’d caught him taping under the the dining hall table earlier that morning.

Because… what if Nagito chose you, as his victim?

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Valentine's Day

Summary: Valentine's Day just hasn't been the same for Enid Sinclair for a very long time.

Warning: Very sad, like just so much sad

Valentine's Day. It's meant to be a day about love. A day about spending time with that special someone or someones who just make your heart feel full. Right now, there's probably thousands of people that are doing just that, just embracing the time they're blessed to have with the ones they love.

But... there's one woman who isn't. Enid Sinclair.

Enid is spending today in the Addams Family graveyard. She's always hated graveyards, she still does, really. Though now, for entirely different reasons. Back then, when she was younger, they just creeped her out.

But now…

…

They remind Enid of her.

Now, Enid sits by that gravestone. How lonely it looks, Enid thinks, like it shouldn't be there yet and there's something, someone missing.

It's strange, almost. Enid used to be so chatty. She could hold entire conversations with anyone, even herself. Finding the right words was never all that hard for her. So, of course now, the werewolf struggles to find her own voice. What can she even say? All the things she wants to say, they'd all go unheard anyway. The only person she would ever speak those words to, she's gone now. Forever.

Enid reaches forward and touches the stone for a second, only a second, and yet, it breaks her entirely. She collapses forward as sobs wrack through her body, not a sound escaping her beyond a pained squeak, giving away her true despair. Enid lies on the cold, hard dirt, weakly pounding the tiny patches of grass with her palm, and she continues crying. The ground beneath her grows wet with the tears and saliva and snot falling from her face as she sobs violently. The blonde can feel her body growing weak from exhaustion, though her crying doesn't slow.

As Enid continues sobbing, she can feel her consciousness fading, and her vision begins to darken. As she passes out, the last thing Enid sees is,

Here Lies Wednesday Friday Addams

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When Enid wakes up, she’s no longer on the cold ground. Instead, she's in a warm, familiar bed. Opening her eyes, it takes a moment for the girl to recognize the surrounding room, but soon realizes where she is. The guest room of Yoko and Divina's house. When Enid pulls away the blankets, she sees she's not in the same clothes as before, instead now in fuzzy warm pajamas. Enid looks toward the window and sees it's now dark outside.

Enid gets out of the bed and puts on the slippers she spots by the door before she leaves the room and heads toward the joint living room/dining room. She sees her friends sitting at the table, drinking tea. There's another mug of tea at an empty spot on the table, still steaming.

Yoko sees Enid enter and smiles sadly, her best friend's disheveled state reminding her of the agony she's been through. "Hey pup," Yoko greets softly, "Did you sleep well?"

Still groggy, Enid rubs her eye and mumbles out, "What happened?"

Divina answers, "Morticia found you passed out by- she found you and brought you inside. She called us, said it'd be better for you to get away from the house for a bit."

"Oh, right," Enid responds sadly, "And how'd I get in these?"

"Oh uh, that was me, actually," Yoko says awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck nervously, "Your clothes were covered in mud and your hair was too a bit. So I changed you while you were asleep and cleaned out your hair as best I could. Sorry, I just didn't want you to wake up uncomfortable."

Enid shakes her head and sits down, taking a sip of the tea, "No, it's alright... thank you, Vamps."

Yoko smiles sadly again and responds, "No problem, Wolfie."

Silence sits heavily over the three women, no one having any idea what to say. They all know what's wrong, to ask would be pointless and would probably only hurt them all more. Yoko and Divina weren't that close with Wednesday, not as close as Enid was at least, but they still are feeling her loss just as heavily. Yoko especially so since Enid has been her closest friend forever. Seeing her best friend so distraught is practically tearing the vampire apart by the seams, even more so knowing that she can't do anything to rid her of this pain.

Eventually, Enid looks up at the couple and sighs, she breaks the silence, "I just- I miss her."

Enid's voice cracks and then the dam breaks once again, she's in tears again. Enid covers her face with both hands as sobs once again wrack painfully through her body. Yoko and Divina quickly stand and rush over to comfort Enid. There's not much they can do, they know that, but they hold Enid close between them and let her cry. The only way for her to get through this is by feeling everything she's going to feel.

Enid has no idea how long she cries for this time, but it barely feels like a few seconds. Slowly, her breathing slows down and her tears begin to dry. And after a moment, she laughs softly. Only a short chuckle, but it worries her friends for a second before she starts talking, "It's funny, Wednesday was always so dark... and yet, all that time I knew her, those were the brightest years of my life." Enid laughs again. "Oh gods, if she heard me say that, she'd probably kill me," Enid jokes and it brings laughter to the three women, all of them remembering fondly the short girl's pessimistic attitude.

It's a short moment of bliss that unfortunately goes past them far too fast. Enid looks at both her friends on either side of her and smiles weakly and tells them they can sit again. The room falls into silence again, the only sound being tiny sips of tea now and then. Enid breaks the silence once again when she whispers, "I don't know how to live without her."

"You don't," Yoko says simply.

"Wh- what?" Enid says, taken aback for a moment. She trusts her best friend, but she's not sure about where she's going with this.

"Don't live without her," Yoko reaches to take Enid's hand and smiles softly, "Keep Wednesday with you, in your heart. Take her with you, everywhere. Take her to the store to buy groceries. Go watch a movie with her. Eat Chinese takeout with her, I don't know, anything! Just... don't leave her behind. Don't ever forget Wednesday Addams, okay?"

Enid begins tearing up at Yoko's words and she nods, "Okay... okay, you're right. You're right. I'm not gonna let her go, never. I love her, Yoko."

Yoko nods and moves to hug Enid again, "I know, babes, I know. And you know she loved you too. You were everything to her, Enid. And wherever she is, she'd much rather be with you."

Enid nods and hugs Yoko tightly. Once they separate, Enid looks at Yoko and Divina seriously and says, "I think- I want to go back, there's something I need to do."

Divina stands and rests her hand on Enid's shoulder, "Whatever you need, we've got you, Enid."

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After making a short trip to the store, the three women finally arrive back at the Addams Mansion. Enid sits in the back seat of Yoko's car with a bouquet of Black Dahlias in one hand and a raven plushie in the other. Taking a deep breath, she straightens out the non-existent wrinkles in her beautiful black dress, one she had bought years ago for another Valentine's Day, but never got to wear. Until tonight.

Divina notices Enid's fidgeting and gets out of the car and walks around, opening the door closest to the blonde. Holding out a hand, the siren helps Enid out of the car and gently grasps her shoulders, "You look beautiful, Enid. It's okay, she's gonna love it. I promise."

Enid nods and thanks the couple for helping her. She gives Divina a hug and walks off towards the graveyard, heading directly towards Wednesday's tombstone.

The werewolf stands nervously before Wednesday's grave before she finally steps forward and lays the flowers and plush down against the stone. Enid kneels down, careful not to dirty her dress and she smiles sadly. "Howdy roomie," Enid whispers, "Happy Valentine's Day."

End <3

#valentines day #wenclair #wenclair angst #very sad #wednesday x enid #enid sinclair #yoko tanaka #divina wednesday #yokovina #wednesday fanfic #wednesday series #my writing

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haikyuu as dog/cat breeds (prt 1.)

includes karasuno n nekoma - just a little fun im an animal lover so y not - prt 2.

karasuno.

starting off strong, we have daichi as a rottweiler. they are strong, loyal and protective. i can totally see him as a dog being extremely protective of his owners, especially towards little kids, running around and chasing after them when they wander off too far. i know that this might seem too extreme for him, but this just totally gives "daichi" vibes 😭

sugawara - i see this guy being a "normal" grey tabby. "normal" being in quotation marks because he can seem like a normal cat at first until you feed him a second too late and then he's using your leg as a personal cat tree. is really sweet to your guests, but just seems to love to fuck with you for no specific reason.

asahi - i can totally see him being both a cat and a dog, it's really hard to choose. i see him being an always stressed great dane for some reason. is like twice your weight but will whine if you dont let him lay on you. absolutely afraid of fireworks, but not afraid enough of the mailman.

tanaka - a doberman. an oddly attractive one too? have u seen that one meme where it's like a doberman (or at least i think it was) and its captioned something like "why is bro so handsome?" yeah that 😭 his coat is rlly silky and he's always trying to fight with other dogs that come too close to his owner. he MUST come along with you for roadtrips and MUST stick his head out the window.

nishinoya - i know this might seem really unfitting, but i see him being a cat 😭 a calico cat too, one thats always wanting to play and always hyper. he'll literally drag his toy to you when he wants to play. very vocal, meows like hes dying when he's hungry. always eating too? he never has enough. loves cuddling with you but his sharp claws always stab you when he decides to specifically knead on your face.

tsukishima - a total cat, a total asshole. hes pretty much an orange cat, one that likes to jump on you while ur sleeping and bites you when he's decided that you're breathing too late loud. extremely long and enjoys it when you pick him up by the arms and stretches him tho

yamaguchi - a beagle, they are extremely forgiving and loyal. maybe thinks ur his actual mom and has severe separation anxiety. hides from guests at first until they stick around long enough. absolutely sweet with kids and licks your face until it's covered with slobber.

kageyama - a simple black labrador. his coat is oddly sleek, more silky than ur hair for some reason 😭 seems serious at first until he's barking at any car that passes by and runs head first into your glass sliding door. loves to play ball and chases it so fast he's practically sliding on whatever he's running on. not the brightest dog, his ears are always inside out.

hinata - a shiba inu. ik its so stereotypical but i just imagine him being a shiba inu with such a contagious dog smile 😭 is absolutely loud and ruptures ur eardrums at night howling with the other dogs nearby. definitely wont be able to save you against a burglary because he's already flopping onto his back for stomach pats whenever he sees a stranger.

nekoma.

kuroo - a dutch shepherd. i know that their highschool and team is represented by cats, but i can see some of them as dogs too. and in this case, i see kuroo being a dog just as easily as i see him being a black cat. but anyways, he's incredibly smart? he talks back to you for some reason 🙄😒 steals your shoes on purpose and doesnt give them back until you give him treats. you think he's an actual telepath due to how smart he is. definitely tilts his head at you when ur scolding him so you feel bad.

kenma - obviously he's a calico cat, it's canon. he's very sweet, but not very cuddly. he'll cuddle with you at the most random times and it's always the worst times too. he likes to sleep on your gaming chair which is annoying because he wont get off until you literally lift the chair upside down 😭 and even then he's still clinging on. he sleep's majority of the time and is too lazy to play. not very fond of other people tho and he wont come out from his hiding place until you bribe him with treats.

yamamoto - i cant decide whether he'd be a pitbull or bullmastiff. either way hes really chaotic and dumb. loves to wrestle with other dogs and will drag you in a game of tug of war. barks at anything and everything and theres never a moment of silence with him. was absolutely adorable as a puppy tho, very hostile to strangers.

yaku - i see him being a japanese bobtail and he's either borderline adorable or insane. absolutely loyal and loving to you but really mean to other cats that get too close to you. tries to act sweet in front of you but absolutely a monster to anyone else. other than that, he's a pretty normal cat. can get a little too aggressive when playing tho.

lev - OBVIOUSLY A RUSSIAN BLUE. absolutely gorgeous and stunning, he's won a few cat competitions . he's really sweet, maybe sweeter than he is smart 😅 really long and kinda heavy. somehow photogenic and likes sitting on your vanity looking through the window while you do your makeup. will sit at the bathroom sink while you do your sinkcare and thinks you're doing it on him too. hes a really pretty cat, did i say that already?

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Ch 7: Hope Is Never Lost

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Pairing: Sebagni, Vintaka, Seb & Tanaka, Bard/Agni, Claude/Grey, etc

Words: ~54K total

Chapter Summary: Bard takes care of a drunk Agni, who is left unsettled by what happened with his aunt even after returning to work. He and Sebastian grow closer. Claude begins to have doubts about his relationship with Charles.

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Fic Summary: Agni, a home-care nurse, has had his share of difficult patients, but now he's up for his biggest challenge yet. Sebastian is young, seriously ill, and angry, but Agni is determined to help him anyway. Will the two be able to synchronize and move forward, or will Sebastian forever let his bitterness over his past trauma hold him back?

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Reblogs appreciated, as always!

This chapter is longer than the last one and one of my faves so far. I hope you enjoy seeing Seb and Agni grow closer!