#cuz i like imagining that flabbergast expressions of everyone else

[allastoredeer]

Undercover Angel AU - Part 2

<- Part 1 - Part 3 ->

Still unsure about my Angel!Alastor design. Mostly just regarding his color palette. I like the idea of his Heaven colors being nearly opposite of his Hell colors. I also love the idea of his angel version being closer to how he looked when he was alive.

Tagged people and lined page below ⬇️

Just wanted to include the lined page cuz I like it.

@exvangelical-christian-nerd (cuz you asked to be tagged :3)

Also, link to an additional sketch of Angel!Alastor’s design

[infictionalwonderland]

Marvel characters with s/o who has gen z humour !

warnings : swearing, jokes about serious matters, concerned avengers LMAO, fem reader in mind

characters included : tony, nat, thor, steve, wanda, pietro, vision, bucky

tony stank stark —

cue bug eyed expression

tbh he will probably make similar jokes but coming out of your mouth, the person he cares most about

he almost has a— i was gonna say heart attack but he ain’t got one 😟 you get the gist

when you reassure him it was a joke he just barely calms down

clings to your side for a bit after said concerning joke

if asked he won’t admit that he was scared shitless

eventually gets used to it tho

and even agrees sometimes

people are so concerned for the both of you they just watch your interactions like 😮

‘these hoes fr?’

he doesn’t really find your especially concerning jokes amusing per say but he won’t almost faint with worry for you

moral of the story is give the poor man a warning

so he doesn’t almost channel his endgame self bc of you.

natasha romanoff —

SHES FR SO CONCERNED THE FIRST TIME

she’s like : 😶😮😦

“don’t say that.”

cue concerned pouting

and you’re like issa joke bby

but she ain’t convinced

from that day forth she officially declared PDA her thing and was all for it, just to show you how much she loves you

she’ll grow used to it

apologies to other concerned and bewildered people on your behalf

a lot of tired sighs

some hidden laughter

but she’s mostly concerned 😭

don’t get me wrong, bae has a great sense of humour but the gen z level humour is a whole other level

won’t really join in on the joking, she’s gotten used to ignoring it at this point

it’s normal for her after a while so she forgets that others are concerned

but hey? your sense ‘a humour is a part of you so she loves it... kinda.

thor odinson —

NO PLS HE’S SO CUTE

imagine the most horrified, appalled, shocked facial expression

that’s his reaction

exactly that.

“lady y/n why would you ever say such a thing?”

you have to sit him down and explain that it’s just how you speak, you don’t mean it.

... most the time anyway 😁

he’ll tilt his head confusedly

“why would talk of your demise be humorous to any sane creature?”

bitch i can’t he’s so cute

AND SO CONCERNED

he’s like a concerned mom 😭

while always frown at the comments

so you lay off on them as much as you can, not liking the unhappy expressions he makes

the rest of the team find his reactions absolutely adorable tho they won’t say that

but also annoying cuz in the middle of full on blood guts and gory fights he’ll come over and hug you and check you ain’t feeling like throwing yourself in front of one of whatever it is you’re fighting

it’s cute but like-

miss ma’am we’re in the midst of a battle

anyway he’s the sweetest<3

steve rogers —

my guy would be FLABBERGASTED

and really sad :(((

he sketched out your whole lives together you couldn’t just leave him now

“what’s wrong? are you okay? did i do something- i’m so sorry if i did-“

and you’re like “no, no, sweetheart it was a joke.”

but he just frowns

“well it wasn’t a funny one.”

rude 🙄

we could say the same about your bland white boy 40s humour but we don’t do we

anyway-

this humour and him don’t really mix well LMAO

but, for you, he’ll try and come to terms with it bc he would never want to change anything about you

and everyone around you is wondering how this relationship dynamic works

bc for shit half as worse as the stuff you say, steve reprimands other people

but with you

it’s just like a free pass

and everyone else’s like 👁👄👁

‘eXSQUEEZE ME’

and you’re just like 😁👍

you’ve got the man whipped so he don’t do or say shit

not in public at least

wanda maximoff —

my baby is the cutest of them all :(

i love her so much

the first time you make the joke she knows you don’t mean it bc she can literally be your mind

but she still gives you a slightly frown-y look like ‘stop please’

and idk bout youse lot but i’d melt at that look

you smile at her in reply

and she gently grabs your hand and kisses your palm affectionately

OROWJFNBEWIWJG

sorry that was me malfunctioning

:) moving on

i feel like she might even laugh at some of your jokes because she knows you don’t mean them in a serious way

and she gets more clarity from seeing in your mind that it’s literally just how you joke

you & pietro would be besties

and wanda would be the tired but slightly amused mom

she gives you warning looks when you say things death related in public and she can FEEL the shock from other people

hand squeezes in warning

thigh squeezes, too

😩😩😩😩😩

basically wanda is just my favourite. :)

pietro maximoff —

i feel like he would have the same ish sense of humour

he’d laugh at every single one of your jokes.. just cuz he’s a simp

and he’ll join in with the same energy

the two of you are in your own little bubble of gen z humour

and everyone not in said bubble is so concerned 😭

“hey piet what do you think about speeding the both of us off this cliff and ending my suffering?”

“only if as my dying wish i get a cheek kiss, princesa.”

“done deal.”

everyone is is like ‘uhhh guys..’

steve’s sneakily pulling out his written and rehearsed speech about mental health awareness

straight up cackles are always heard from the two of you when you’re around each other

cuz you just get each other’s humour

oh, and you’re around each other all the time

so the non stop laughing drives the team absolutely up the wall

vision —

please my mans would give you the number of a suicide hotline

and you’re laughing like —“it was a joke vision.”

his poor android self don’t understand

and probably will proceed not to understand 😭

you have to thoroughly explain your humour to him for him to like 🤔😯🙂 ‘i understand now’

still tempted to give you the suicide hotline number ngl

it would be okay-ish if the jokes were once in a whole bit it’s like multiple times per day

can you hear his electric brain frying ?

you confuse him a lot

like a lot a lot

but he knows he loves you

and will continue to do so

despite your confusing sense of humour

:)

bucky barnes —

JAMES the love of my life

the last he remembers of society, it was still a majorly sexist time and the girls he knew certainly did not act like the girls now

especially the humour

so this fine ass man is SHOOK

bae fully freezes and is like - 😲

he just looks at you in stunned silence

and you’re like 🤨”what?”

“you- yo- are you okay?”

and you realise what’s the matter and it’s hard not cackle but you plaster a smile on your face and push down the laughter

“yeah, yeah i’m fine, that was a joke.”

“that’s how people joke now?”

you just explain to him it’s your sense of humour and his still in disbelief

will call steve later on that day on the device he doesn’t understand and inform him

the sexc grandpa duo share their shock

never gets used to the jokes

he doesn’t comment tho

he just shakes his head with a small smile

because even tho he doesn’t understand your humour or why you even find what you do funny, he genuinely thinks you’re perfect the way you are

plus if he understood everything about you and you were just normal it would be boring, he’ll admit.

[creweemmaeec11]

The Gift of Panic Pt#2

First part

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After a moment of silence, the villain finially spoke.

"The last birthday present I got..." they started in a quiet, almost whispered tone, "was a bomb..."

"What!?" the hero replied in shock.

"Someone I cared about... though it would be funny to open my present before me as a joke..." they took a deep breath, "they didn't..."

Their voice cracked before they trailed off, and the quickly wiped at their face, abruptly standing up, keeping their back to the hero.

"I don't even know..." the hero replied, trailing off as well. They didnt know what to say, how to respond, what to do. What could they?

"Its fine I just," the villain started, before taking a deep, recomposing breath, "Sorry, I've never told anyone about it,"

"No no, it's okay. God, I can't even imagine..."

"Its alright, I got my revenge in the end," the villain replied, turning back toward the hero.

"Really? How?"

The villain looked at them with a confused expression, before it shifted into an amused smirk, "For legal reasons, and because I don't want to prolong my time in here, I probably shouldn't tell you,"

The hero laughed, "fair point. For what it's worth, I'm glad you got justice, even if it probably isn't the kind of justice I'd agree with,"

"Really? You think I deserve justice?"

"Of course, I think everyone does," the hero said in confusion, as if that was obvious.

The villain huffed a half laugh, giving a small smile, "I need to remember who I'm talking to,"

Both their gazes fell back to the long discarded present on the floor.

"I can take it, if you'd like, but-"

"No no, it's okay, I... I cant believe the words 'I trust you' are coming out of my mouth but I at least trust you didnt gift me a bomb,"

"I don't know if I'm hurt or flattered,"

The villain laughed again, walking over to hesitantly pick up the gift. They turned back to face the hero, holding the box with both hands as they just stared at it.

"The question still remains..." they drawled, before looking up at the hero that was still sat on the bed, "Why would you get me a birthday present?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why would you get me a gift? Why would you do something like that? For me? I dont think I'm very... deserving of a gift. Especially from you. Unless whatever is in here is some form of mockery- I mean- I guess I shouldn't assume..."

Their eyes dimmed slightly, as if they realized the only thing that could be in the box was something mocking, a heros form of bragging that they had won.

"Okay now I'm definitely hurt,"

The villain looked back up at them.

"Your my friend, I realized your birthday was coming up, so I thought back on our previous conversations, and tried to get something I thought youd like," the hero replied, moving to sit it a more casual position, "There wasnt any more thought put into it then that,"

The villain was now staring at them with wide eyes.

They blinked, seemingly trying to process what they'd just heard.

"I... have questions..."

The hero smirked, tilting their head as a prompt to continue, amused at the normally silver tounged villain being thrown so off their game by something so simple.

"Friend?" The villain responded almost instantly.

"Oh I'm sorry, what would you call this? Marriage?"

"I'd call this me tolerating your visits, whenever you decide to drop by because you've nothing better to do,"

"Maybe at first, but I've seen the way you recently light up whenever I come in,"

"Then you've *recently* begun going blind. I'd suggest seeing an optometrist,"

The hero laughed, "also, for your information, I make time for these visits, I dont just swing by cuz 'I'm bored',"

The villain squinted at that, "You... make time... for me?"

"Yes, that's what friends do,"

"I am not your friend," the villain replied stubbornly.

"Oh yeah? When was the last time you let someone hug you? I have to have passed the friend mark by now,"

The villain blushed, realizing they *had* allowed the hero to hug them, and they couldnt remeber the last time anyone else had even tried, nevermind been *allowed*.

"this is a dysfunctional work relationship at best"

The hero snorted another laugh at that.

The villain glanced down at the box once more.

Finially they knelt down onto the floor, placing the box infront of them. The stared at it for a few seconds, hands shaking slightly as they hovered over it, before taking a deep breath and tearing the wrapping off.

It was a simple brown box with a lid.

The villain chuckled under their breath slightly at that.

"What?" The hero questioned, not seeing anything funny.

"No, sorry I just-, had a thought,"

The hero raised an eyebrow at them.

"I just thought how funny it would be if after all this it turned out to be empty, but that would be cruel, even for-"

Their sentence came to a halt as the lid came off and they saw what was inside.

Now their wasnt anything incredible inside, it wasnt like they had gotten a new iphone, but there was *many* things inside.

They looked up at the hero, mouth open slightly, not even attempting to hide their shock.

The hero just smiled.

Slowly, the villain began taking things out of the box. A book of puzzles, like crosswords and word searches, a small sketch book and a pack of markers to go with them. A small puzzle, showing the picture of a fox, which was the villains favourite animal. There was also a rubix cube that was already messed up, and a set of other small puzzles. At the bottom, there were two more boxes, one much bigger then the other.

The bigger box contained the Harry Potter book series. The second, contained a small device that looked like an airpod, along with earbuds.

It was fascinating for the hero to watch the villain open their gift. One would expect a villain to be clumsy, rushed, or aggressive, ripping into their present, but they were the opposite. They removed every item slowly, delicately, like it was a peice of glass that could break, examining it with the same gentleness before laying it down carefully beside them.

When they had opened the last item, they looked back up at the hero, completely flabbergasted, jaw on the floor and eyes wide.

The hero laughed quietly, "do you like it?"

"I..." the villain sat back onto their heels from where they were kneeling, looking over the items like they were unsure what to do now, "what..."

They blinked, gathering their thoughts, "how did you...? I mean what-"

They picked up the puzzle as they spoke.

"That's your favourite animal right? A fox? Now I wasnt sure what kind of fox but-"

"How?" The villain asked, almost breathlessly, looking back at the hero.

"How did I know that? You mentioned it, once. I was talking about being a cat or dog person, and you said youd always been a fox person, something about them being 'sly and underestimated, yet smart enough to know when to strike'" they recited, making quotations in the air.

The villains jaw hit the floor again.

"That was actually one of the first things you ever told me about yourself,"

"You bothered... to remeber that...?" they muttered under their breath.

"Yep. The rubix cube is because you bragged to me once you were good at puzzles and could do one, and I didn't believe you," the hero smirked, "still don't,"

The villain huffed a small laugh, before glancing over at the books.

"the puzzle book and sketch book are just something to do, I know markers arnt ideal, but obviously I wasnt allowed to give you any pencils or pens,"

The villain nodded in understanding.

"the books are because I was talking about game of thrones one day, and you said youd always preferred Harry Potter,"

The villain smiled, and shook their head at that, chuckling, "I've never actually read them, I just wanted to disagree with you," they joked.

They both laughed.

"What's this?" The villain asked, picking up the small device with the ear buds.

"Its a little mini portable radio. I didnt know what songs you liked, and obviously, I'm not allowed to give you anything with acsess to the internet, but at least now you can choose what station you want,"

The villain sat back again, looking over everything with the same stunned, almost lost expression.

"You... remebered all those little details... and here I thought I was doing a good job at not letting anything about myself slip..."

"Oh you have been, trying to figure out what to get you was near impossible, but I managed to remeber a couple little things youd mentioned,"

They picked up the rubix cube, playing with it aimlessly, "I... don't even know what to say..."

"Well, most people would say thankyou,"

The villain shook their head, "that dosent seem like enough. I... I cant even remeber the last time someone gave me a gift, nevermind one without strings attached, and esspecially nevermind one with actual thought put into it,"

"I get the feeling you need better friends," the hero joked, trying to keep the mood light.

"Yeah well, I guess I'm on the right track, I've already got one," they replied, but couldnt bring themselves to look at the hero while they did.

The hero in question was lit up like a christmas tree, heart swelling happily in their chest.

"I hate to cut this short, but don't have long today, I'm going to have to get going, I just wanted to make sure I got to swing by today," the hero said, looking at their watch.

"Oh! Yeah, of course, you -"

"Do not have 'more important' things to do, I simply have *other* things I need to do," the hero interrupted sternly, giving the villain, who blushed, a pointed look.

"yeah, that."

The villain stood up, standing awkwardly in the middle of all their gifts, watching the hero leave through the finger print locked cell door. They approached the switch to turn on the force field, when the villain stopped them.

"Oh, hey, wait!"

"What's up?" The hero asked.

Suddenly the villain tossed something through the bars with effortless perfect aim. The hero caught it, and this time it was their jaw that hit the floor.

It was a completed rubix cube.

They looked back at the villain in shock, who laughed, giving them a real, large, and although greatly amused, no less genuine smile. The first real, true smile they'd ever seen on the villain. They couldnt help but stare in awe for a moment.

"What..?" The villain asked after a moment.

The hero shook their head to snap them out of it, "sorry! It's just, that's the first time I think I've ever seen you actually smile,"

Instantly the smile vanished as the villain steeled their features, crossing their arms and shrugging, trying to ignore the blush on their face, "yeah well, that's cuz it dosent happen often, so,"

"I'm honored,"

"Shut up,"

The hero laughed, before looking at the cube in their hand again,"this is like, actually really impressive though, that was so fast!"

The villain shrugged again, "the 3 by 3 ones are easy, the 4 by 4 or 5 ones arnt that much more difficult, the 6 and 7 ones take me a while though, 8 is an actual challenge, and I dont think I've ever done above that before,"

The hero was still staring at them wide eyed.

The villain just chuckled and shrugged at them again, "I was an outcast kid, had alot of time on my hands. Anyway, get going,"

"Yeah, right," the hero replied, tossing the cube back before flicking on the force field. They began walking toward the door, before the villain spoke out to them one last time,

"By the way... thank you... really..."

The hero smiled, "your welcome," they replied, before disappearing out the door.

The next time they visited, they would make sure to bring a 9 by 9 rubix cube, and a fox calendar.

Third part

[sinfulwonders]

👀

Alright here is a portion of a longer series I had planned. I have about 7000 words of it done, and I think it’s about halfway completed. Here’s the first 1500 words or so of it. I like the idea, so if y’all are interested I’ll post the rest of what I have and continue to work on it.

An Error

53 seasons in and you’d think Team Danganronpa would have perfected the flashback light technology. And they thought they had. But as Tsumugi Shirogane watched Shuichi Saihara stumble and fall, fainting in a heap on the ground, she knew that something had gone very wrong. 

Shuichi awoke, feeling soft linens surrounding him. He arose, finding a few of his fellow killing game inmates standing over him. He looked around to realize he was no longer in the dining hall, but rather his own room.

“Hey, my sidekick is finally awake!” Kaito beamed down at the boy.

“Y-yes. What happened?” Shuichi stuttered.

“We used the flashback light…” Kiibo looked down at the ground as he began to speak, “Do you remember anything Saihara-kun?”

Shuichi gasped as he was hit with a flood of memories.

“A-a funeral! For us!” He stammered, breathing heavily.

Kaito nodded, “We faked our deaths to get away from the ultimate hunt apparently.”

Shuichi scanned the room, eyes running over the faces of the people that came to check on him. All solemn.

“I-I think that’s all I remember,” Shuichi decided, wracking his brain for more.

He could have sworn he saw Tsumugi’s lips curl into a smile.

But he blinked and it was gone, only concern in her eyes, just the same as everyone else.

“Why did I faint?” Shuichi pondered aloud as he laid back down.

“You were the only one.” Maki stated bluntly.

Shuichi blushed a little at that, “Well…I’m sorry for worrying you all.”

“No, you’re fine, bro! But we’ll leave you to get some rest!” Kaito gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder and the group exited.

Shuichi was alone. He quickly drifted off to sleep.

 “I’ll always be with you. I’ll protect you. K-”

A flash of lavender. A burst of light.

“Agh!” Shuichi burst from his blankets, sweat dripping down his face, “Was that a dream?” He wondered aloud.

“RISE AND SHINE URSINE!”

Shuichi jumped a second time as the morning announcements played. He felt exhausted, like he hadn’t slept at all. He groaned and made his way to the dining hall.

He entered to see the normal hustle and bustle of the last couple days.

Although it is much less organized than when Kirumi was still around-

Shuichi silently chastised himself for thinking about the former maid’s recent death.

Just get something to eat.

He made his way into the kitchen, opting for a couple of pieces of toast and a small glass of orange juice. He leaned against the counter and closed his eyes, sighing as he waited for the toaster to relinquish his bread at last.

POP!

He plated his bread after spreading a light layer of jam over the pieces. He turned around to head back to the kitchen, but stopped as Kokichi Oma stood directly in front of him.

“Promise you’ll stay with me?” Kokichi asked, a tear threatening to fall from his eye.

“W-what?” Shuichi took a step back.

He looked so small. So innocent. So honest. And strangely enough, younger.

“I asked if you had brain damage from hitting your head yesterday, but I guess I got my answer!” Kokichi’s face was curled into a devious grin.

The tears were nowhere to be seen. Kokichi stood there with his confident posture and cocky attitude just as he usually did. Just the normal Supreme Leader that Shuichi knew.

What was that?

Kokichi frowned, his brow furrowing slightly with concern as he examined Shuichi’s fearful expression, “Saihara-chan, what’s wrong?”

Shuichi snapped back to Kokichi, and he made his face as neutral as possible, “N-nothing.”

He held onto his plate tighter as he hurried out of the kitchen.

Kokichi raised an eyebrow at the boy, “Interesting…” he whispered.

 Shuichi tried his best to listen to Kaito and Maki’s conversation, but his mind was racing and his head kept pounding. He kept hearing it over and over again. Kokichi’s voice, so much weaker than his usual as he said, “Promise you’ll stay with me?”

“I’ll always be with you. I’ll protect you. Ko-”

Shuichi felt a knock on his head, “W-what?”

“Earth to Shuichi! Are you tryin’ to go to space before me?” Kaito teased.

“Space?” Shuichi frowned in confusion.

Kaito sighed, “Cuz your head is already in the clouds. Man you’re really out of it today, Sidekick.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I guess my head still hurts a bit from yesterday,” Shuichi apologized, “I think I’m going to go lie down.”

Kaito and Maki gave him concerned looks, “Let us know if you need anything.”

Shuichi smiled and made his way slowly to his room.

 He glanced down a hallway as he walked and stopped dead in his tracks.

“S-Saihara-kun…”

“Mmm…what is it?”

Shuichi stared, flabbergasted, as he saw Kokichi and himself leaned against the wall of the hallway. Kokichi was pressed against the wall, breath ragged and face flushed as the other Shuichi held him there. They were wearing dark school uniforms, both similar except for Kokichi’s being untucked. Shuichi began to work at the buttons as he attacked the boy’s neck with his mouth, nipping and sucking, leaving several marks.

“S-someone’s going to s-see,” Kokichi panted through moans.

Shuichi’s eyes widened as he saw the evil looking grin on the other Shuichi’s face, “Let them. Let everyone know that you’re mine.”

Kokichi moaned and Shuichi purred into his ear, eyes tinted with animalistic lust. Shuichi barely caught what he said.

“I own you Kokichi Oma.”

Shuichi turned away from the hallway and ran, blindly, away, still hearing passionate moans behind him.

He didn’t stop running until he got to his dorm. He slammed the door shut and plopped on his bed, face buried in a pillow. He felt so dirty for watching that scene unfold. So dirty for imagining it.

But why did it feel so real?

He hadn’t realized that he thought that way about Kokichi. He had thought of the supreme leader as a nuisance, a danger, and even a potential ally, but after seeing that fantasy(?), he couldn’t get the purple haired leader out of his head. He pushed his blushing face further into the pillow.

Maybe it was something to do with the flashback light. But these couldn’t be memories. We were so different in them.

Shuichi contemplated until sleep overcame him.

He awoke with a jolt, a click rousing him from his sleep. He looked up to see the supreme leader himself standing over him.

“Oma-kun!?” Shuichi cried out, a little unsure if he was about to be murdered.

“Nyeheehee!” cackled the leader, “Good afternoon, Saihara-chan!”

Shuichi shot the boy an irritated glare, “What are you doing in my room?”

Kokichi gave him his best impression of innocent puppy dog eyes, “I knocked! But there was no answer! I came in here to make sure you were alive!” He smirked at the detective, “And this is the thanks I get?”

Shuichi rolled his eyes, turning over on his side to face away from the boy.

“Waaaaiiiit!” Kokichi feigned crocodile tears as he wailed, “I have something important to show you!”

Shuichi slowly turned back towards Kokichi. His eyes gleamed.

“Nyehehe, ever the detective!” He grabbed the detective’s hand, pulling him out of bed.

At his touch Shuichi instantly felt hot, recalling the scene in the hallway earlier. He jolted back, recoiling from him.

Kokichi’s face went blank, just observing him passively.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” Shuichi stammered.

Shuichi stood on his own, towering over the small boy in front of him.

“S-Saihara-kun…” Kokichi’s lustful voice echoed in his head from earlier, and Shuichi flushed a deep red.

He desperately wanted to slam the boy against the wall and take him right now. Ravage him until all he could do was scream his name.

“Saihara-kun!”

Shuichi breathed heavier as his eyes bore into the widened Kokichi’s.

“What is going on?!” Shuichi screamed, causing to Kokichi to flinch, slowly taking two steps back.

“What are you talking about?” Kokichi asked, voice gentler than he ever thought it could be.

“E-ever since the f-flashback light, I’ve been seeing things… Things that don’t fit with my other memories…” Shuichi stammered slowly.

“What are you seeing?” Kokichi probed a little further.

Shuichi glanced up, Kokichi’s hair no longer had the purple tips and his uniform was plain and dark. His face was red, eyes half-lidded and needy.

Shuichi blinked quickly, shaking his head, and he was back to normal.

He stood shaking, staring at the purple eyed boy in front of him.

“…Y-you.”

Shuichi felt his world go black.

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Kokichi was curled up in the fetal position, whimpering. Helpless. Seemingly endless faceless forms kicked and taunted the small boy.

He wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. I have to save him.

The sounds of skidding feet and smacking of fists were all around me. I couldn’t register that I was the one punching.

Thud after thud, and then the skittering of cowards. Fleeing.

Warmth. Pink. Blood sliding down my fist and face.

“Saihara-kun…why?” The gorgeous violet eyes made it worth it.

I collapsed, taking in the small boy in my arms. Cradling him like he was the most precious thing in the world.

“I’ll protect you, Kokichi.”

“Saihara-chan?” Shuichi flickered his eyes open, finding himself on the ground and Kokichi standing over him, “I don’t think I’m the one that needs protecting right now…” He observed, with a small grin on his face.

“What?” Shuichi blinked, slowly rising to his feet once more.

“You said ‘I’ll protect you!’” Kokichi giggled, “Pretty cute if you ask me! Does my Saihara-chan care about me?”

Shuichi turned beet red and tried to ignore Kokichi’s teasing, “How long have I been out?”

“Oh just a couple days.”

“A couple days?!” Shuichi cried, suddenly in a panic.

“Nyeheehee! It’s a lie! Don’t worry it’s just been a few minutes,” Kokichi laughed as Shuichi grew calmer.

“O-oh. Good,” Shuichi sighed.

“Wow you were so quick to believe me, Saihara-chan!” Kokichi beamed, “What if that second statement was a lie?”

Shuichi frowned, “I guess I just trust that you’ll be kinder to me in this state…After all, I’ve fainted twice in two days.”

Kokichi grinned.

[jenowinkle]

l o v e d .

boyfriend au! haechan ❀

genre; angst × fluff

pairing; haechan × reader

word count; 2.7k

warning; mentions of bullying and a singular bad word

requested by anon; Haechan From Nct 127 imagine where you want to break up with him cuz he has been treating you very meanly and in the end you make up????? Please and thank you! I’m thirsty for some drama in my life with cute endings I’m so sorry I’m a mess! I love you 💕💕💕💕💕😂

to note;

haechan pov

this is haechan of 127, not dream; so he isn’t soft × fluffy oof

i’m just kidding, he still is,,, at some points

i hope this isn’t too cliché ><

author’s note; thank you for the request anon!!! ٩(^ᴗ^)۶ ah i’m so excited to write this and i hope this isn’t too disappointing,,, i love you vvvvv much (❁´‿`❁) i’m really sorry this took so long;;; (,,•́ . •̀,,) there may be grammer errors here and there so please excuse that ahh but enjoy~

let’s go:

12 a.m.  

“get out… please,”            

haechan let out a self-depreciating chuckle, quirking the left corner of his lip as your broken voice resonated in his mind. the look of distraught and profound sadness never left your face as haechan heed your orders, stepping out of your once-homely, shared apartment. he walked along the sidewalk that led to the nearby park, nibbling at his lower lip. what went wrong? that was the question that bothered him so much. all he could do now was to walk, walk down his path of regrets. silently, the tears flowed down his cheeks and dripped from his chin. he was too sad to cry out or wail, and eventually, he slumped down onto a bench while the magnitude of his loss swept over him. the loss of you, his beloved. was he at fault? no, it couldn’t have been. haechan buried his head into the palms of his warm hands, sobbing at maximum strength. unconsciously, his mind wondered to the forbidden realms of how he had first met you. it was not the appropriate time to think about such things but he just couldn’t help it.

❃

“hey, i’m haechan. i find you real cute, so just call me hyukkie~”

yes, that was the first thing he had said to you five years prior. what a smooth talker, huh. but haechan was known for that, his specialty people might call it even. he had always been the happy virus of the class, the beloved jokester, a natural flirt and dare he say, the most outgoing one in the school. he was popular, as in, very well known and loved by the school. his outrageous antics, be it on friends or teachers, never failed to humor the class; even the teachers would find it amusing enough to let him off the hook, sometimes, encouraging it to lighten up the mood.

the thing is, he had everyone begging for his attention — romantically, that is. each and every day, he had a constant supply of food and love notes to the point where you’d wonder if he was secretly an idol or something. however, unfortunately for him, the one he had eyes for, never blinked an eye at him. you were always an exception  — you never seemed to laugh at his jokes, much less even flinched at his pranks. whatever haechan threw at you, you somehow managed to avoid it. and of course, this gave haechan’s ego a big hammering down. he didn’t know what to do, always dumbfound by your unaffected emotions. at that moment, he was at his wits’ end. to be very honest, he didn’t know what made him so attracted to you. did you cast some magic spell on him? because my, were you bewitching, or so it seemed like that to him. he adored you so much but didn’t know a single thing about you. it was a hilarious situation, really. maybe it was your immunity to react to his comedic statements, maybe it was your quiet, stand-offish personality, or maybe it was your laugh.

it was the most unexpected thing. the moment the flirtatious words left haechan’s mouth, you were flabbergasted at his introduction but let out such a charming laugh, he became the one tongue-tied and then poof, a wild crush on you appeared. so, you were the typical new kid of the class, having been transferred from your last school at the middle of the year for the terrible classmates you had. what you had not known was how lady luck wanted to torment you a little longer before giving you the happiness you deserved. haechan became highly aware of his affections for you and showered you with lots of love and attention. oh, what had been thought a blessing, turned out to be your worst nightmare. for everything he gave, it was always backed up with death threats from his admirers. this drove you to the edge. the constant bullying that was waiting for you at the end of every day, the occasional egg being thrown at you and the rare moments of you actually getting along with someone, eventually being your best and only friend. — you tolerated all of that, but haechan never knew. and that was when you started to really distant yourself from him. he was the cause of the toxic relationships you had with your fellow schoolmates. he was the cause for all the pain that you had to suffer. he was the cause of everything, yet he knew nothing.

❃

it was finally senior year, the year everyone had been waiting for, the year all seniors would graduate, the year for prom. that was haechan’s chance, his last chance, to ask you out. he had been trying for the past two years, ever since you transferred. haechan came to know about his tyrant admirers from his best friend, mark. of course, he was vehement to say the least. upon seeing the two-faced girls in the corridor one day, he lashed out at their appalling behavior towards you, never stopping to take a breather from his scolding. you were there when that happened, and honestly, like everyone else, you had never seen him so infuriated before. it was a first, and you were astounded that it was because of you. fortunately for him, that was his redeeming ticket to something he had never directly caused. you truly appreciated his willingness to stand up for your sake, but well, haechan knew he was indirectly the cause for your mistreatment and he had to do you justice.

and that was the turning point of your relationship.

“be my sunflower?”

he asked you out to prom.

❃

“be my sun?”

haechan held a stunning bouquet of crimson red roses in his clammy, trembling hands, shyly looking up at you as he asked you to be his significant other a year after prom. unexpectedly, haechan received a soft, tender kiss on the lips as he felt a smooth hand lay on his cheek, your thumb grazing over his supple cheeks. overjoyed were you, as you gently took the bouquet with your free hand. your smile was so genuinely sweet, with just the right amount of shyness, haechan couldn’t help but feel his heart burst with a sudden surge of warmth and joy.

❅

1 a.m.

that was a memory he held so dear to his heart. one in many, that is.

you were his sun as much as he was to everyone else. you were his sunflower, so beautiful, warm, and positive; and ultimately, you were his source of happiness. he didn’t deserve you and he reminded himself of that every single day. it tormented him, it made him work harder to make up for whatever he thought he lacked, it made him love you unconditionally. but was that really enough? he was conflicted, fighting off as many tears as he could. pathetic, he despised himself. dragging himself off the bench, he lifted his right fist up and threw it to an unsuspecting tree. an unimaginable pain blossomed in his knuckles, as drops of blood started to ooze out from the rips in his skin. a sharp hiss escaped his lips as he clenched his jaw, regretting his impulsive and stupid move. that pain however, is incomparable to the one he felt in his heart.

❃

college students. two-year love birds. the couple of the campus. that was you and haechan, alright. everything was the same, yet so different in college. he was still the prankster gangster that he was, topped with more mischief, that is. definitely still a hit with everyone, but thankfully in the friendly sense. on the other hand, you became the campus sweetheart. oh my, boys fell for you left and right, even with the knowledge that you were long taken. you became famed for your endearing and kind personality, cute to the core, as haechan described. nevertheless, this soon became a problem, a problem that would escalate to heights unimaginably high. haechan became overcome with dread the moment he saw a random boy from your psychology class trot on to you, hands gripping onto a box of chocolates. he witnessed the entire moment, from where the boy had confessed, he presumed, to when he got rejected, as he noticed the droop of the boy’s head as he slowly turned around to walk away. conjointly, he looked to see your perplexed expression as you passed the chocolates to a friend that happened to pass by. initially, all was good as haechan was always notified by you whenever you received a confession of love.

howbeit, after a few months later, things had seemingly changed. you had grown distant, yet again, with different circumstances this time however. you went out with guys haechan never even knew existed. you spent less time together. there were lesser kisses and hugs; lesser “i love you”s. he placed more effort into the relationship, buying you weekly flowers, cooking for you when you came back to the dorm late — haechan became desperate. his self-esteem hit rock bottom. insecurity about his looks, envy about the amount of attention you gave to others instead of him, fear that he would lose you. he became possessive. it drove him insane.

❅

11 p.m.

“haechan, why have you been acting like this?”

those words floated out of your mouth so simply, like it meant nothing. why? it was lunatic, how you weren’t aware about how horribly you were treating him, how you didn’t understand his feelings, how you never asked about his day anymore, how you never ranted about your problems to him anymore, how you never told him you loved him anymore. haechan was so sick of it, he had to deal with the constant stress the professors put on him daily, them breathing up his neck and then deal with the constant reminder that you were probably out with friends, more specifically, male friends. so, his possessiveness caught up to him, causing him to come off as mean or more accurately, manipulative. wherever you went, he demanded for a report of everything you did. whoever you called, he accused you of cheating on him. whenever you laughed at something, he cursed at the source of your laughter. what he adored most had become something he dreaded most.

“you actually want to know why? finally? when did you start caring about me again, huh?”

rage. that was all haechan felt. the spur of anger stirred in his whole entire being. he spat on the ground separating the two of you.

“you’ve become someone i don’t recognize, haechan,”

a roar of laughter bubbled up to his lips. what a hypocrite, his lips curled into a snarl. haechan was seeing red, angered to the point of no return. his mouth opened, spewing out the toxins he had been storing in his body for months, via words. continuously without stop, he yelled at you, who started to cower in fear of the person haechan had become.

“you became a whore, (y/n)!”

that was the breaking point; for both haechan and you. he went too far. he knew he did. but he didn’t even try to stop the words from spilling out.

s m a c k .

skin against skin, palm against cheek. haechan felt the tingly burn on his cheek after your hand had connected with it, causing a loud smack to ripple apart the deafening silence that engulfed you two, moments prior. he looked up at you, holding his cheek, only to see pearl-like tears rolling down your cheeks from wide, luminous eyes. your eyes that once shined like the stars in the vast night sky, held so much pain and regret. haechan could see it so clearly but he refused to look away, he refused to back down, not after all the nights he had spent looking at the mirror, wondering why he was not good enough for your wandering eyes. his dark lashes started to brim heavy with tears, hands clenched into shaking fists, in a desperate battle of grief and hatred.

“let’s break up,”

❅

1:30 a.m.

what happened that night was not something haechan was proud of. after beating up the innocent tree, bloodied hands were his payment for his offence. his anger slowly dissipated, turning into complete sadness. he loved you. no, he loves you. after everything, he knows that you didn’t know what you were doing, you were just suddenly showered by affection from other people that you didn’t realize how you were treating haechan, he knew you didn’t mean to break up with him, and he knew you were still in love with him, as much as he was with you. he was willing to forgive you, he wanted to. he wanted to hold you in his arms, and breathe in your scent again. he wanted to whisper sweet nothings. he just wanted you back.

closing his eyes, haechan went back to the bench and plopped himself on it. the cool, night wind tickled his neck, almost as if to comfort him. the gentle swishing of the leaves seemed to whisper to him that everything would work out. it had to, haechan thought, as another gush of tears came swimming to his eyelids. one by one, they slipped past his closed gates, sliding down his cheeks in big, fat droplets. the warmth they brought along comforted him, until eventually becoming cold too, like the world was to him now, as they drop of his chin. it’s going to be a long night, he sighed.

❅

2:00 a.m.

“haechan, wake up! haechan, please… i-i still love you. please wake up, please be alright, oh my god, i’m so sorry. i don’t deserve you one bit,”

it can’t be.. it just can’t be. haechan knew he was asleep but that voice, it sounded so… real. he didn’t know if he could believe it, after all he had been delusional for a few months now. gathering all of his strength, he peeked through an eye as he felt the sudden drop of a tear on his hand, his palms receiving an intense amount of warmth, and a melancholy-sounding voice drifted up to his ears.

“h-hyukkie… i don’t even deserve to call you that anymore. i thought about what you said, and i realized how badly i’ve been treating you this past few months. i never meant that to happen, i was so caught up with everything that i,, no, that’s no excuse for my behavior. if you wake up, i hope you know that you were always the sun, and the only reason why i could be a sunflower was because of you. you gave me so much love that i could never repay you back, no matter how hard i try. never in my life have i received so much attention from a single person, i’m so lucky to have you but i never appreciated you enough. i was never good enough for you, i’m so sorry—“

haechan had heard enough, enough to understand that the feelings between both of you were mutual. you two still loved each other, and that was enough. you had grasped onto his blood-stained hands so tightly, he knew you were genuine. the look of utter distraught stirred his heart, he knew you were truly apologetic. the moment he removed his hand to touch your cheek, your head shot up at once, cutting off your ramble, taken aback by his actions but more importantly, the fact that he was alright. at once, haechan was engulfed by a humongous hug as he was squeezed by the love of his life. aghast was he, but responded by hugging you back, burying his head into the hollow of your neck, leaving fluttery little kisses all the way up. your giggles were music to haechan’s ears. god, he had missed you so much. after what seemed like eternity in each others’ comforting embrace, you two separated, smiling like the goofballs both of you were.

“so, we good here?”

haechan rolled his eyes at your a-bit-too-late-to-ask statement, chortling. gazing lovingly into your mystifying eyes, haechan let out a relief sigh, ecstatic to have you back.

“for everything that you’ve done, my favorite would always be you loving me,”