#it's not even angst it's just full horror this time i'm sorry or you're welcome

[wynnyfryd]

thoughts immediately after finishing the next part of trailer park au:

fuck me i'm good

i am. so sorry.

[izur-x]

Determination

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Genre + warning ~ angst, death, gore, blood, also. Spoiler for nagito free time, SPOILER FOR THE WHOLE GAME!! A little bit of hajime/reader and izuru/reader :>

Summary ~ Nagito couldn't help it, and you just snap by him saying that he a trash, and his luck with effected you, even though, it's been three years of relationship.

Note's ~ i need angst, I'm an angst based person, so yeah, and i don't think my angst is good anymore, also a little crack fic, and this is going to be a long one shot..

"s/o...I already told you! You will never know when-"

"we've been in three years relationship, nagito! Your luck didn't affect me! You should stop worrying about this!" You bit bottom for your lips, glaring at him. Your eyes became watery, you wanted to cry.

"you'll never understand how I feel when they died in front of me! Losing someone that I love, that I care about. I don't want that to happen again!"

"nagito! We've been through that together! Are you forget about that?!"

He flinches and back away a little, he made a mistake. A big mistake.

"s-s/o— i-i—" "forget about this. I'm sick of this, we've been fighting for one and a half hours, and I'm done, you win, nagito komaeda." Nagito back away little by little again and collapse to the ground.

"you're using my full name..."

"i know"

"you...must be real mad at me."

"mhm"

Nagito eyes widened and he realizes that his tears are dropping, nagito quickly wipe them away and get up, not looking at you.

Everybody that hearing this fight between you and nagito seems....guilty and sad, even hiyoko and fuyuhiko. "Hey, what should we do?" Chiaki begins to whisper.

"we..should leave them alone, for now. And check both of them tomorrow." Hajime glances back at you two, "let's go." And then everybody leaves.

"they eavesdropping on us, didn't they." He sighs, "unfortunately, yes." Nagito still didn't look at you. You tighten your fist and clench your jaw.

"i. I'm sorry.." "you don't need to say sorry, komaeda." He flinches, nagito felt his heart slowly losing apart, "maybe the last hug would be great.." you said to him, looking at the ground with arms open, waiting for him to hug you.

He hugs you tightly, securing you in place, not letting you go. He got distracted by you saying that.

In the next two days, things getting worse...

You and nagito ignoring each other, at breakfast, whenever you see each other while walking exploring the island, everything. Nagito only eat a bit and head out, Hajime we're concern so he asks him, and nagito said "oh, I'm not hungry, and you shouldn't worry about me."

His self-degrading becomes worse. Also, you rarely see Nagito outside.

The two days were hell for you both.

And then this happens on the third day.

"why are we gather around again?" You ask.

"well, the future foundation needed us to help them." Hajime explains "we will be fighting the remaining of monokuma's, and make the city better again." Hiyoko whines "ugghhh, that would be a lot of woorrkkkss!" "But, we have to help them, for what they do to us, for what they've done to return us to hope instead of despair." "Ugh, now you bring that! Fine!" Hiyoko murmurs something.

We wait until the boats arrived, and it this, not long enough. As we got into the boat, three people were waiting for us, it was Makoto naegi, kyoko kirigiri, and Byakuya togami.

"Welcome back, seniors!"

We all smiled at them, Makoto and Hajime shaking hands, "we ready to risk our lives." "Oh no, we don't hope you guys to die! I'm sure you guys will do great, we already prepare the gun, come!"

We follow Makoto to the inside of the boat. "W-Woah...." We were all amazed by so many weapons. Gun, ak-47, flamethrowers, grenades, dynamite, swords, and many more.

As everyone selects their weapon, this one weapon got my interest. A scythe. A red one, I pick it 'it's not heavy as it looks..nice.' "oh! (L/n), great choice!" I jumped a little, "oh, thanks, naegi." I awkwardly laugh.

As I observe the scythe, I feel two— I mean four pairs of eyes looking at me, I shrug the feelings away and continue to observe.

"you guys already pick yourself weapons right? Let's train a little so it's doesn't you!" Everyone agrees and follows Makoto, again.

We train a little, yes. A little. Mikan constantly trips. Ibuki almost shot Akane. Teruteru... I don't want to talk about it. Hiyoko accidentally burns her kimonos. Chaos. Also, Hajime spilled his orange juice.

We take a break from the train, give ourselves a drink, I decided to talk to Hajime, "yo Hajime, how was training?" "It was chaos..." "Meh, I said it was normal."

"so..." "How was a thing? Is Kamakura there? I'm curious." "It was great, about that..." Hajime looks around and grabs my hands "come." I got drag by Hajime.

"hey Hajime, what's wrong?" I catch up and walking beside him, as I look into his eyes, it was completely red. I stayed silent after seeing that, Hajime or Kamakura continue to drag me and pin me into the wall.

"what was that for!" His index fingers place into my lips "shhh...you don't want anyone to hear us, right?" Deep voice, that must be— "Kamakura?"

"yes." "Um, you don't have to drag me here so that you could talk to me.." he sighs "I don't want to face them, yet." I tilted my head a little bit, "it is because of the killing game? But it's already over—" "I know it's already over, but their trauma. I don't want them to remember that."

'Woah, Kamakura cares about the other?', "so." I hummed and look at him "how were you and komaeda? Still fighting?" I look away to the ground "we...broke up." Hajime/Kamakura let out an 'oh'.

"That was unfortunate. Ahem, we should head back now, let—" I don't know what I was thinking, I hugged him without any thoughts. "(L/n)?" "Ah! Sorry." I back away "yes, let's go."

As we head back and everyone was waiting "hey! Where were you two?" "Talking." We both answered at the same time "ahem, we almost there, prepare for the battle, I will explain to you where is the headquarters, also your position."

Byakuya explained to us everything, Mikan will be the healer, Sonia and hiyoko protect mikan, teruteru will throw the grenade and dynamite. "Unit one will be....."

"nidai, owari, (l/n), and tanaka, unit two will be: pekoyama, kuzuryuu, hinata, unit three will be: imposter, mioda, hanamura, komaeda, souda. This unit will be fighting"

As we drop off from the boat, "senior!! We wish you luck!! Don't die okay!!" We wave at them and begin our battle.

We encountered the monobots, it wasn't a lot, we managed to fight them, no one is injured until we got into the middle of the town.

We've been a trap, a lot of monobots around us, back, front, left, and right. "Everyone! Prepare yourself! Sonia, hiyoko! Protect mikan! And everyone else pleases circle! And prepare for the sixth battle!" As I ordered them.

Everyone got into the place, and the battle begins.

Now.

The never-ending battle. Some of us got injured, nothing bad until...

"damn it! These monobots must be a lot in here, I think we have to find a hiding spot and heal." I couldn't focus at the time, I heard someone screaming my name when I look back, it was nagito, screaming my name, "(Y/N)! BEHIND YOU!" "Eh?"

Everyone's attention shifted to me, as I look back, a monobots charge a laser beam towards me.

It was too late for them to save me.

The laser hit my stomach. I heard everyone screaming, screaming my name, my eyes were widened, my mouth wanted to say something, but couldn't.

I felt someone lift me, as I look who it is, it was nagito, crying. "Please stay. (Y/n)! You have to live! Don't l-leave me!" He begging me to stay longer... Suddenly the monobots seem off...they don't attack us, they just stay in place, not moving.

"UWAHHW (Y-Y/N), DON'T DIE." Mikan begins to treat my wound, even tho it was a waste of time. I cough up blood."nagito, listen to me..." I lift my right hand, to touch his cheeks, but I don't have too much energy.

So he grabs my hands and places them into his cheeks, everyone watch this cried, in horror, blame themselves, "no matter what happens to me, no matter what we've been through together, don't blame yourself nagito..." More tears fallings.

"I don't have too much time in here...and everyone, nagito, please stay alive for the sake of our next generation of hope and future, love you guys..." I softly smiled. "Don't forget, from the bottom of my heart..." "I truly in love with the determination that sleeps inside you...and yes I stole nagito line! Hahaha...."

"Why are you smiling like this is nothing..." Hajime- no. Kamakura said it, he walked to me and crouch. "You're an idiot." "I am." I look at nagito one last time, wiping his tears away, "now...don't look so sad. I don't want that, please smile."

Everyone forced smile, I traced nagito lips and pull him closer. "Stay alive, okay my hope?" And kiss him, a final kiss. A goodbye kiss.

And I let out my last breath. With that, I sacrifice myself. This is our last battle, the beginning of the new generation has just begun.

Side note ~ hm......did you cried? No? Alright.

[kwantified]

buttercup - jeon wonwoo

genre: angst word count: 1.7k synopsis: cold, early mornings - what a time to break up with someone. lowercase intended.

disclaimer! mild swearing and mentions of mature themes.

+ the concept of wonwoo and flowers is my fav aesthetic so here we are :)

it was early in may when our relationship bloomed. much like the flowers around his house did. it was colourful; an abundance of greens, pinks, whites, purples, and yellows painted the yard. it was when the weather wasn't too hot or too cold, nor was it too dry or too humid.

it was also when wonwoo started to have a hobby for gardening after seeing all those colours bloom at home. it was beautiful, and he wanted to make it stay even when the year said otherwise.

as spring transitioned into summer, and summer fell to autumn, the flowers decreased, and the weather turned cold. it was october.

still, he found one. he found one flower by the soil of his backdoor, still blooming as if it were the prettiest in an entire meadow of flowers. it was bright yellow, too, and it brought something new to him; something interesting.

it was like us. a product of plain luck and circumstance, we found each other like he found the buttercup. something that started without thought became the one thing that occupied our minds for every waking hour of the day.

ever since then, he used to call me buttercup. he said so while we were watching a movie, all snuggled up on his old couch, my head on his shoulder.

"you bring colour into my life," the man used to say, "and you're pretty cute, too."

"you're so cheesy, wonwoo," still, i liked it.

buttercup. buttercup. butter-cup. but-ter-cup.

suddenly, i'd forgotten all the other nicknames anybody had ever given me. to wonwoo, i was his buttercup. his flower on an autumn day, the splash of colour in a greyscale world.

even more, i wanted to keep being his buttercup. more and more, i'd look forward to our calls and dates. i could hear his love, and i loved how he loved me.

we were always abroad doing our own things, but he'd always be the first to call me when i arrived at home. his calm voice still rings in my ears to the time i'd exited the airport and he held me tight, laughter in the air.

i did the same, right?

i thought i painted his world. i thought i told him enough times how much i loved him. i thought i would always be one of the people that made him happy.

i was once all of those things. but perhaps our second january couldn't refrain himself from shoving the buttercup in the snow. and so, the buttercup turned cold.

"buttercup!" wonwoo's warm voice greeted me through the phone. i hadn't picked up for days. "it's been a while. how about my place, tonight? maybe we can watch something? i miss you."

"ah..."

i never wanted an "ah..." to come out. i thought i would answer like i usually would. then i'd go over to his place, watch something, and fall sleep in his arms, like we usually would.

"ah?" he asked. i contemplated for a while, almost hesitating to answer.

"okay, i'll be there at five?" i eventually answered.

as soon as the call ended, my smile quickly faded and my eyes felt the strange presence of my tears.

he welcomed me with open arms into his flat. it was still as small as i remembered it, with his kitchen, living room, and bedroom all stuffed in one medium-sized room. damn seoul and its living expenses.

we were quick to cuddle up with each other as his cheap heating made the want to cuddle a need. i missed this. his head was rested on my lap while we watched whatever was available, whether it be rom-com, horror, drama, or action.

initially, i only started coming to his place whenever i felt like i needed him. it was the typical "netflix and chill" kind of date, which was really just an excuse for something nobody wanted to say out loud.

now, i'm starting to see a difference between love and lust.

"baby, i'm going to go to the bathroom, yeah?" i tiptoed over to his bathroom and locked the door only to stare at how dark my eyebags had become.

i continued to stand in front of his bathroom mirror, walking in circles, lip trembling. when i opened the door, my eyes met his.

though i tried to give him a half-hearted smile, i think he already knew me well enough by then to know that i didn't mean it. but i didn't want to see the look on his face when he knew.

so, i walked all the way to the sofa, stood him up by the hand, and planted my lips on his.

i wanted to prove to myself that i still loved him.

the kiss was gentle at first, and slowly i found myself melting in the familiar comfort of his arms. i held on to his loose striped shirt - the same one that i used to wear as a dress in the summer - as he gladly took me in.

"i want you, buttercup," were the last words he said before we slipped under the covers.

if only the want could be replaced with love.

--

i woke up that night in wonwoo's arms. warm and familiar, yet i felt suffocated. i tried to shut my eyes back to how they should be and get rid of my stray thoughts, but to no avail. i shuffled around in my spot for a short while, not intending to wake him up.

eventually, i managed to crawl out of the bed, tiptoeing on the cold wooden floors, praying he wouldn't hear a thing while i got myself dressed. as i found my purse on his couch. i dug through it to make sure i had everything, and to my worries, i could not find my phone.

i searched around the place in an attempt to silently find my phone. the memories of last night were hazy in my mind, as i only remember the dreadful thoughts in my head.

"Y/N?"

fuck.

my body froze completely. i hesitated, and almost considered hiding, but i still managed a "wonwoo?". a frenzy of thoughts swarmed my head as i heard the creak of the floorboards telling me he's coming.

he wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his head on the nape of my neck.

"it's almost five am."

"i know," i whispered.

"come back to bed," he hummed lazily.

"maybe... later?"

he sighed, "baby, it's been so long."

"i think- i just-" i try to gather my words. he kept silent, listening.

"...feel like this isn't going anywhere."

i felt his eyes dart towards my jaw. his arms loosened.

"i feel like this has been happening for-"

"i know," he interrupted, louder, "a while."

"i'm so, so sorry," i feel the same kind of tears roll down my cheeks as when he had called me yesterday.

"no. me too," he whispered.

confused, i turn around to face him. i wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling us closer.

then i gathered my courage and swallowed my pride and spit out the words: "wonwoo, i think we just miss the idea of each other."

"yeah." he said softly, "yeah," he said again, almost inaudible, but i can just about make out what he said under his breath.

"it all comes back full circle, huh?"

"i guess. we started like this, so now we're ending like this."

"did you..." he trailed off.

"did you ever love me, though?"

i opened my mouth to say something, but the words vanished this time. i don't know if it's the messy hair or the deep voice or the fact that we're here, vulnerable and unclothed, the only warmth coming from each other's bodies in this small city flat.

or maybe it's because i knew i'd miss him too much when i went, and it hurt to already imagine the day his wedding invitation arrived at my doorstep.

regardless, it's because "i loved you, believe me," i said, almost sobbing, "god, you don't even know how much i-"

"me too, me too." he murmured into my ear - the same ear that's heard his sweet nothings and dirty secrets. at the same time, he kissed away my tears, and i held him even tighter than when he once broke in front of me.

then i let go. that's when i looked at him once more, and for once, i felt hatred.

i hated myself that it's been so long. i hated that i flinched too many times when he touched me. i hated that i wouldn't be his beloved buttercup anymore. i hated that this was happening, but i wouldn't have it any other way.

we haven't seen each other in days, and even before that, we felt something fade. i think we both knew it was bound to happen. after all, our relationship started in the midst of one night stands and drinking habits; love could only go so far.

we bloomed - and now it's time for us to rest.

"i wanted to say goodbye, one last time."

"i'm happy you did," he chuckled softly, "last night... was nice."

"yeah. it was." i replied as i put my coat back on. i had found my phone stuck between the sofa cushions, and i opened the door.

"will i see you around?" i turned around, nervous. wonwoo planted a soft kiss on my lips in answer, and i know it's the last.

"better invite me to your wedding - whenever it happens," he joked, taking the words right out of my mouth.

"i will! i'll send you a hundred buttercups along with the invitation."

"alright," he laughed, "goodbye, butte- Y/N."

"goodbye, wonwoo."

he closed the door, and i-

"Y/N!"

"yeah?" i looked back.

"be careful. it's still a little dark out there."

"thanks."

and then it was for good.

every now and then, i miss being his buttercup. now i'm just me. now i blend into his greyscale world; another falling leaf on an autumn afternoon.

maybe he'll tell the next person the same story, call them the same name.

maybe he'll finally find the one. maybe i should've been the one.

he kept his buttercup for two years, but he knew: you shouldn't keep buttercups too close to your skin; they might poison you.