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ccelinewritess · 4 years

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the distance between us

pairing- draco malfoy x reader

word count- 9.7k

summary- the first time draco uses the muggle post system, it goes so terribly wrong, and a letter falls into the hands of a girl who was never supposed to see it, a muggle at that.

warnings- curse words, ptsd, anxiety/ panic attacks, depression mention of death, murder, blood and burns aswell as insomia, seperation anxiety (?) and my grammar.if these may trigger you, i suggested not reading.

a/n- this took me a while to get out, sry abt that. the reader was set to live in a canadian town called kelowna, british columbia. it takes place in readers grade 11/12 and dracos 6/7 year. i hope it’s not to self inserted, and you guys can enjoy and relate to it. big thank you to @dracodear for the help on this, love you! also thanks to everyone who left owl name suggestions, all were awesome and i ended up going with @winnsmills suggestion ‘noctua’ ! tumblrs been acting weird, so i hope it lets me post the whole thing. letters are in italics. also please note, this is off the movies timeline! i tried to fit in as many details as possible but some didn’t make it.

the town was widespread. wineries and mountains everywhere, the okanagan lake splitting it down the middle, reconnecting the cities halves by a bridge. little snow and tons of rain. jeep wranglers in every colour roaring around into unholy hours of the night, bustling with life yet all to lonely at times. but hey, that’s kelowna for you.

rain was running down the windows of y/ns most boring class, last period biology. she knew she should be paying attention. she had a high gpa to maintain, and couldn’t afford to fail another class besides french. the last five minutes of blabbering ended after what felt like a year.

‘you are dismissed, ill see you all monday, have a good weekend’ and with that everyone rose, heading to the parking lot as fast as possible in an attemp to dodge traffic. despite pouring rain, the air was hot, and on the ride home y/ns mind raced over every single assignment she had to complete over the next two days, while her hands tapped the steering wheel.

‘english essay, math review, history paper, business management graph’ she muttered under her breath. the town was busy, many students often blew off class to go shopping, or hit a movie, or smoke weed, the possibilities were endless. her house was cool compared to outside, and empty. no one was home, not that it was a surprise to the girl, people weren’t usually home, siblings gone to university, and parents working absurd amounts.

something caught her eye on the counter, an envelope, an ordinary seeming one, but absolutely covered in small pictured stamps with ‘england’ underneath each one. eighteen of them, all different. she knew shouldn’t open it, so she didn’t. at first. but it was irresistible. there was a return address written in the smallest writing she’d ever seen. wogshell, no, wiltshire? she took it to her room, and locked the door before ripping it open. she didn’t want the one time she had something intresting going on to be interrupted by whoever might show up.

her mouth fell open at every line of the same scroll. who was snape? why was this draco boy sending him a letter? he didn’t need his help to kill who? what the fuck was an unbreakable vow and why shouldn’t snape sign it? why was his mum going to see snape? who was the dark lord and why did he pick draco for a task? what kind of name is dumbledore?

what she already knew was confirmed- this letter was most definetly not for her. but newly- she opened a letter from a potential murderer or maybe it was a prank, a sick prank if it was one.

so instead she crafted up quite the response, whoever wrote this was either hysterical or in distress, and needed some sort of company- she thought, atleast.

it had been thirteen days, why wasn’t the letter back yet? the owl still couldn’t fly even about the house without damaging itself further. maybe using the muggle post system was a mistake. but better have it land into the hands of a muggle, who would likely throw it out, than a wizard who would know a death eater would soon be wondering around hogwarts.

as if on que, the door bell rang and echoed through the empty manor. on the porch sat an envelope, with only one stamp, his name in the middle and another he didn’t recognize in the corner. shit, this couldn’t be good. his eye caught the stamp. canada? fuck, this was supposed to go to cokeworth not bloody canada. no one was home so he opened it right there in the foyer.

hello, draco.

i am not snape- nor do i know who snape is. i am also very unfimilar with some of the vocabulary you used. dark lord? unbreakable vow? you seem to have quite the situation going on, if i read correctly. im not exactly stupid, but i do know that this letter was most definitely not supposed to be in my possession. i didn’t know who to send it to, id send it back to you, but you probably don’t want a copy of your own letter. i also know you likely have enough on your plate, but if you’d like someone to talk to im only half a world away, have no sort of schedule and am a good listener, well reader in this case. good luck with whatever task you’ve mentioned. p.s. you had about seventeen stamps to many, first time sending a letter? unfortunate fate, huh ? what kind of name is snape and what the heck is a dumbledore? i suppose it’s none of my business, knowing you likely won’t respond, but if you do i wrote my address on the front. have a good day/ night/ whatever time it is wherever you are.

y/n l/n

tears were welling in dracos eyes, he was floored, in a good and bad way. his task was already going downhill. the letter he sent snape had fallen into the hands of a muggle, who did not throw the letter away, but responded. and snape was likely going to bine himself into the task through the unbreakable vow, which draco was more than able to complete. he wouldn’t have been chosen if he wasn’t, right?

not only had she responded, she offered him help, well distant company, to a stranger who obviously had quite a few problems and she clearly had no regard for her own safety. he couldn’t tell her about the wizarding world. not that he could tell her about anything, she could be lying. he had a task to focus on, he couldn’t write her back.

and that was true- at the time. he had no intent of writing the girl back. and yet he found himself reading the 201 words over and over, running his hands across the paper, expecting them to fade away as he wiped. counting and recounting. he surely couldn’t talk to any of the twats at hogwarts, maybe a stranger could help numb the pain. and as long as he didn’t tell anyone- she couldn’t get hurt, she was to far.

draco was packed for hogwarts, the response at the bottom of the trunk, underneath his clothes. he’d just have to get to the damn school, then he could write all he wanted- without his parents knowledge or ridicule. his mind jumbled together what he was going to say while his friends rambled on. the train pulled up to the castle after dreadful hours and he could barely sit still during the opening feast. his thoughts did falter though, when dumbledore gave his speech, he felt guilty- the shame of his family weighing on his shoulders. he looked around, all his classmates staring in adoration at a man who would be dead ten months from now, and they were sitting in the same room as his killer.

the singular room was nice, he knew it wasn’t for lounge, but for plots of death.

before he began he started making promises to himself. if i get behind on the plan ill won’t write, if snape notices anything about it, ill stop. the list went on and on.

he couldn’t put his pen down, the words continued to fly out the end, was he oversharing?

dear y/n

my deepest apologies that my last letter found it’s way to you. im sure you didn’t expect whatever you may have perceived from it. honestly, i don’t know how it arrived all the way over there. im almost positive you have better things to do than listen to my problems, and i know you had no control over the fact it arrived, but i ask you to please not share this information with anyone. i am unsure if i will take up your offer of amity, if you were serious that is. im at school now, so if you’d like to respond, not that you have to- you can send letters back with my owl, it’ll be faster (and i won’t have to worry about stamps- thanks for the tip by the way)

draco malfoy

and with that noctua was off into the night, and he could only hope that it would make it to her.

droll was running down y/ns chin and she was caught in a dream. suddenly a vigorous tapping on the window pulled her into consciousness, the sight of owl knocking her backwards in a scare. a crash sounded, if the tapping didn’t wake anyone up, that surely did. she almost considered just trying to ignore it, until she noticed a letter tied to its neck and reluctantly opened the window. she’d never seen an owl in real life before, but was aware from school that they weren’t exactly the kindest of creatures. this one just perched on the window while she removed the new enevelope, no stamps in sight. just a neatly printed address, and his in the corner.

from the new letter she learned even more- this wasn’t a prank, draco was a real person, was still in school, and whatever the first misplaced letter contained was true. he had some sort of task and didnt want help, but that was all. so with what she could, she wrote another response. it took an hour and she wasn’t exactly sure what she had written by mid morning.

draco

you’d be quite suprised actually, it gets lonely over here. i still haven’t exactly deciphered your original note, so if you would like to help me understand i think i’d be ready. and no worries about me, my lips are sealed. what is an unbreakable vow, im curious? you go to boarding school? and owls, really? what the hell is up with that? im pretty sure it’s illegal to own one here, but we are countries away, so perhaps it’s different all the way over there. send whatever you want. i do not- by the way- have anything better to do in the slightest.

y/n

he continued to write throughout the month of september, which bled into october before he knew it. he was avoiding questions about the task, just wanting someone to talk to. it wasn’t easy, she was curious, which draco couldn’t exactly be mad at her for that since he continued to write her, accepting the distant friendship that was forming.

he was learning a lot about her aswell. besides french, which he informed her he spoke fluently numerous times, she was a very good student. she was single, he didn’t remember how that came up but made a note in his mind- he couldn’t date her, nor did he know enough about her to be properly involved.

she read a lot of books, sappy romances mostly, couldn’t cook anything deemed edible by anyone, and her favourite colour was green, he smirked when reading that for the first time. she didn’t know what she wanted to do with her future, just not a doctor like her parents wanted.

y/n was sitting in english as her teacher reviewed about univeristy application requirements. only next year they would be getting accepted and denied from their dream schools. she’d spent years dreaming of it, university, and yet somehow a boy half way around the was racing through her mind. she felt horrible about it, the small crush. it was incredibly selfish, falling for a boy with so much going on, he certainly didn’t need her as anything more than a friend to talk to, but he was good with his words, and making her feel important too. her dismissal came and so did a classmate, approaching confident and cocky.

‘hey, l/n’ he said, a smirk on his face

‘oh, uh hey, will’

‘what are doing tonight?’ her mind went blank, any excuse, come on, say something

‘i have plans’ wow real specific, great job, y/n

‘like what’

‘fish funeral, real important stuff, my family is just devastated’ her voice was clearly sarcastic and that was all before she walked right out. no she didn’t exactly have plans, but waiting for dracos owl provided much more company than any date could have. the sight of dracos owl flying towards the pre-opened window was somewhat relieving, she didn’t know why, just the fact that he had not failed yet, and was still out there was nice. she hadn’t had this much company. since last year at least, when her supposed best friend started ghosting her because of some petty shit.

thankfully noctua ad gotten quite good at being discreet when delivering the letters. of all the things on y/ns junior year bucket list, explaining to her parents that she had befriended a british boy with an owl who flyed into her room while her neighbours had a clear view, wasn’t one. she also began keeping a bowl of water under her bed for the owl to drink when it arrived, knowing it couldn’t have been easy travelling back and forth.

y/n

im not fully sure you want to know the depth, yet you seem to want me to corrupt you with my villain with a task baggage. i suppose it couldn’t hurt if i told you about the unbreakable vow. it’s like a promise or a bond, but if you break it then you die. if you can stomach that i may be able to tell you more. how far away do you reckon we are?

draco

draco wasn’t falling behind too far, but his first attemp had failed, and panic attacks were taking up most his time. he never had any, at least not this bad until this year. at least once a day he would start sweating, no matter how cold he was, unable to control his breathing or tears, feeling like the walls were caving in upon him.

that is, besides writing y/n as much as he could. apparently she was being honest, she had no schedule of any sort besides going to school. he hated to say, but he was becoming attached, he didn’t exactly know how either, but everytime he recieved a letter a small weight was lifted from his shoulders, even just when he read it.

noctua was doing the weekly, almost daily round at breakfast with the other owls and draco watched with anticipation as a letter dropped on his lap and owl on his shoulder. he tried to conceal the letter into his robes but pansy had taken matters into her own hands. likely jealous that she’d spent collectively around six hours with him the whole year, and he never talked to her like he used to.

‘ou draco whats this’ twirling the envelope between her hands. the letter had no name, no stamp, only a small heart drawing in the corner.

‘hands off parkinson’ he said while taking the letter back. ‘a letter from my mother, if you must know’ he said knowing that neither his mother or father had written him anything, despite having all the time to do so.

he got up and left the second he was done, not wanting to draw snapes suspicion about who could possibly be more important than working on this task.

he rushed to his room, desperate for more of her words. he tried to picture her voice in his head, but had to remind himself she wasn’t british nor was she from southern america.

draco,

so you just die if you break the promise? intresting. it’s not as hard to stomach as you seem to think, very unique tradition i suppose. you are not a villain draco, you haven’t told me much about it but your to good of a person to have picked any of this for yourself. i calculated when we you were home, seven thousand three hundred something, i don’t know where your fancy boarding school where you have owls for pets is, so it may be further. im ready whenever you are.

y/n

her letter was relieving for him aswell, even in the slightest it helped, but she deserved some sort of answer for helping him take his mind off the task for a couple minutes. he could tell if she wasn’t scared off already, this would do it.

y/n

if you are sure, here it is. dumbledore is my headmaster, the dark lord is a very powerful wizard, and snape is my professor. if i don’t kill dumbledore before july, he will kill me and my family, if i can’t complete the task, snape will kill him under terms of an unbreakable vow. im not a very good villain that’s for sure, my first attemp failed, and my classmate is out cold. i understand if you dont want to write to me anymore, just don’t tell anyone about this, please.

dm.

the only words to describe the feeling that overwhelmed her senses as she read were devastation and shock. tears pooled in her eyes as she tried to imagine herself with that much responsibility to wildhold until july. another detail that caught her eye, wizard? what did he mean by wizard? is that the word for dictator in england? certainly he wasn’t talking about the wizards she read about in storybooks as a child. her hand shook slightly and she debated mentioning it.

draco

you’re silly if you think i’d stop writing you. you need company now more than ever. please don’t hold things back from your letters, you deserve someone to talk to. that is quite the situation, im sorry if i pushed you, you do have enough on your shoulders and i want to help you as much as i can. i hate to ask, but you mentioned ‘wizards’ and i am a bit confused.

all my love

initially, draco went into shock. he knew he was probably oversharing, but didn’t expect to slip up in that way. he begrudgingly admitted; knowing that if this went badly he would likely be banished from the wizarding world, which didn’t seem like such a horrible punishment to him anymore. and yet she was fascinated, by the coins he sent her, the subjects he learned- which she compared to her own much less exciting ones, and everything he told her about it. he could now talk to her about much more, since both his secrets were now out in the open to her. he told her about the about the houses, and they both agreed she would probably be in hufflepuff, well he thought so, her kind and accepting nature, and she didn’t know enough to disagree. and for the first time in the long time he was seeing things differently, completely diminishing the rude behaviour he often displayed towards the house.

she even sent him a picture, the first time he ever saw her face. a large smile spread across her beautiful features, she seemed to be laughing. eyes glistening in the sun even prettier than he could have imagined. he slept with it under his pillow, and could stare at the still image for hours. no it didn’t move around, but he couldnt care less. he only had one picture of himself in his possession and he was young, about four. she was facinated by the moving image, his blonde hair and attitude shining right through. he would owl his mother for a more recent one, but didn’t want to explain why.

the letters were helping him, but the task wasn’t advancing. his second attempt had failed, he was caught sneaking into slughorns party, and harry was onto him. they were also causing him doubt. say they did get the cabinet fixed, he couldn’t see himself killing dumbledore anymore, the more he talked to her he realized he couldn’t be a killer, as cold as he was to some people, but he had to, didnt he?

most importantly every letter she sent gave him a sense of hope. that the second this is over he could move. away from voldemort, and potter, his parents even, england in whole. perhaps not to canada, but it could be a change, half way across the world with the girl who was helping him stay alive through his letters. he just needed to stay alive long enough too see her.

the seasons changed around draco, but his room stayed the same. hot from mysterious potions, for himself and some for dumbledore, he had not had much hope after the wine, though. it was lonely, not that he’d like y/n here, he’d much rather be there, all the way across the world.

may came in a blur, and finals were creeping up. one week y/n sat at her desk, every night, waiting for a letter that didn’t come. on the fifth letterless day she cried. not exactly knowing why, it wasn’t her that had much of a reason to cry, but dracos company had filled her lonely life up with light of its own, leaving it darker than it was before she saw the first letter. she was silly to be so attached and silly to expect him to reciprocate the feelings she had proclaimed in the last one she sent, and should have expected him to stop eventually. so she continued on with school, finding it a bit easier to concentrate now that a draco sized whole was missing from her brain, and her heart aswell.

the next week, though, a letter came, very appreciated by y/n as the whole other universe, british boy forgetting thing wasn’t as easy as it seemed.

y/n

im sorry for not writing, the classmate i mentioned all those months ago woke from the curse, and the potter twat hexed me with a spell id never heard of before. i would have tried to contact with you but i couldn’t exactly trust what my brain was planning on writing, and the cuts are still a bit sore. the cabinets fixed, but even if everything works out okay i won’t be writing very much at all. i’ll be home in july, but the manor will be infested with death eaters and i can’t let you get hurt. thank you for everything l/n.

draco

it stung a little, knowing that the empty feeling the girl just experienced would be more frequent, he didn’t mention anything about what she had said, and that this could be the last time she ever heard from him if he didn’t kill dumbledore. in hindsight, practically telling her she loved him in a letter wasn’t what he needed, she knew that.

he left out the fact that he the spell put a him in a huge emotinal draught. he was exhausted constantly, crying even more than before. the cuts were sore, so he wasn’t holding everything back.

the last month of school came and went all to fast for dracos liking, and death eaters now roamed around the castle, causing havoc where ever they could. his trunk had been shurken so small it looked like a small muggle toy he put into his pocket easily. the dark mark that was stretched across his left arm was now hanging in the gray sky, and the headmaster was no where to be seen. he paced anxiously around a vacant corridor until he heard a pop in the astronomy tower. he didn’t think people could apparate into hogwarts, it would have made his job much easier.

‘harry, get snape, i need snape now’ he seemed exhausted, maybe this wouldn’t be as hard

‘sir im going to sit you down okay, and then ill go get madam pomf-‘

‘severus, harry, I need severus now, go get him and talk to no one else’ he said in a shallow yet somewhat urgent and angry tone.

draco waited for footsteps to disappear, before whipping the door open with his wand already ready.

‘oh hello, draco, nice to see you on this fine evening’ he said nonchalantly, leaning his weight against the wall.

‘EXPELLIARMUS’ draco boomed, successfully disarming the man without counter attempts before glancing around to see a second broom

‘who else is here?’ he said sounding confident but feeling the opposite

‘i could ask you the same question, acting alone are you? you don’t seem supported’

‘no, there are death eaters in your school tonight, and i got them here’ he snarked ‘they’ll be up, any minute now, their fighting down below. i’ve got a job to do’

‘well done boy, if you don’t mind me asking a few questions, before you get on with it, im very intrested’ was he kidding? he knew draco was about to kill him right? wanting to stall, and not fully wanting to kill him he nodded his head yes.

‘you seem scared to act until they join you

‘im not scared, you should be scared’ he snarled, unable to contain the fear in his voice any longer any longer

‘oh draco’ he sighed ‘while we wait for your friends arrive, care to explain how you smuggled them in here? i never imagined it possible, especially not by a student’

‘i had to mend the broken cabinet that no ones used for years, there’s another one in borgin and burkes. montague got stuck in told everyone stories about it, how he could sometimes hear what was going on in the shop and sometimes hear hogwarts like a passage, and i was the only one who discovered what it meant. not even borgin, not you either, i did it right under your nose, you didn’t realize anything’ he said

‘you are right, i didn’t know that. i do- on the other hand, know that you aren’t a killer’

he raised his wand a little higher, feeling wheezy and as though his legs would give in any second

‘how you know that, I’ve done despicable things, you wouldn’t even be able to fathom’

it was dumbledore’s time to pause, glancing up at the sky and looking around the room before continuing

‘draco i know you almost killed katie bell and ron weasley. you’ve been trying to kill me all year, forgive me for saying this, but they’ve been very feeble attempts. to be honest ive wondered wheather your heart has truly been in it’

‘it has, and if you knew why didnt you stop me’

‘snape has been watching over you on my orders’

‘ it’s not on your orders, he promised my mother-‘

‘ofcourse he would tell you that, but it happens to be that i trust professor snape’

‘your losing it then, he’s a double agent, he isn’t working for you- he’s been trying to get in on the action all year, helping me and all. doesn’t matter now- he probably doesn’t even know they are here yet, he will wake up tomorrow and no longer be the dark lords favourite, he will be nothing compare to me’ confidence was building within him

‘very gratifying, we all like being recognized for our hard work, but, draco?im standing here wandless and weak, unable to defend myself, and you have not made any move to kill me, dont blame me for believing you will not, but let’s discuss your options’

‘my options’ he laughed ‘im standing here with a wand, about to kill you’

‘oh dear boy, if you were going to kill me you would have when you disarmed me, not stayed for a little chat’

‘i haven’t got any options, don’t you understand, i have to kill you, or he will kill me’

‘okay, if you don’t want to join the order with your mother where we could protect you, i only have one more question’

‘better hurry, theyre on their way’ he almost laughed which was quickly replaced when Dumbledore said his next words.

‘who is y/n l/n’ at that a tear fell down dracos face, and he lowered his wand almost completely

‘i-i don’t know who that is, odd l-last words’ he stuttered

‘draco dont play dumb now, not after we discovered you are very intelligent. we left some of the security measures from last year that Umbridge enabled, and I couldn’t help but notice hundreds of letters flowing to and from her. i looked into student files, ilvermornies too, nothing, id never heard the name, a muggle i presumed. but of all the things, that had me the most confused. i couldn’t figure out why you would be contacting her, so i did some meddling’

‘WHAT DID YOU DO’

‘fiesty all the sudden, are you? i felt bad after opening this, it seemed very personal, and i probably should given it too you sooner, but i was a bit preoccupied double checking my drinks and all’ dumbledore said handing him the letter.

draco

how is the cabinet coming? it’s raining even more here than usual, all day and night. and don’t talk like that, saying you don’t have a future. you do draco, you deserve another chance and infinite amounts of them. you are just a kid, you shouldn’t be forced to be a hero. you are protecting so many people right now, but i don’t need any. you have given my life enough light in the last few months than i ever recall, and im so thankful that letter came to me. i wish you were here with me right now, but i know you can’t be, so just stay alive, okay?

y/n

more tears fell, he hated being so weak at the mention of her, crying before he completed the blessing his father and bellatrix considered the task to be.

‘she’s right, draco, you deserve another chance’

he was speechless, and could tell Dumbledore knew he found his weakness.

‘i always pictured you and pansy, never in a million years imagined you to be in a relationship with a muggle’

‘no matter who does it, your about to be killed, and im not here to discuss my love life am i?’

‘so you do love her?’ before draco could even think he heard a door open and raised his wand, hiding the letter faster than he had ever moved.

‘shut up, they will kill her’ he said quietly and desperately

in walked fenrir greyback, yaxley, and bellatrix. they made banter of their own, but her words replayed. he couldn’t do it.

‘go on draco’ his aunt whispered into his ear, making him shiver.

‘DO IT, DO IT BOY’ she yelled, in a high pitched and annoying voice

he felt a strong arm over his chest, pushing him aside, and he saw the whoosh of snapes robes and an already pleading dumbledore

‘severus, please’

‘AVADA KEDAVRA’ snape shouted, a green flash producing from the end of his wand, hitting the old man square in the chest. draco rushed over to the edge, watching him fall. it was a long way down.

the rain had sudsided, sunlight leaking into her room during the day. watching the sky at night, failing to find constellations he described many times to her. her wardrobe was mostly untouched, remaining in pyjamas most of the week. the odd time she did leave, she saw her old friends walking and laughing out her car window. eating and socializing felt like a chore, and she hadn’t communicated with the boy since may. he could be dead, she didn’t know. there was no death on the ‘muggle’ news, and draco wasn’t on the top wanted list, not that he likely would be on the television all the way over here. he could be fine, in wiltshire, going to dinner parties and holding balls. or maybe, he too, was sitting in his room staring at the ceiling for days on end. she had now hung the picture of a young draco by her desk, not needing to worry about anyone seeing. her siblings were once again home, but out living their lives so much that it still felt like they were gone. for the first time she noticed his scroll on the back.

‘i was four when this was taken i believe, my hair is very similar, i was quite sassy, im sure that shows without explanation.’ she blushed while reading, it was true. his hands were on his hips whipping his head around.

every day was a surprise around malfoy manor. not the kind of surprise draco liked. not the feeling of butterflies in his stomach when he read y/ns letters, those were replaced by a pit as they were summoned around the large table in the dining room. the first one he attended was horrible, watching his muggle studies teacher being hung above their heads, pleading for the help of severus as she died. he bit his tongue in an attempt to avoid raging about about every comment surrounding muggle culture. each one tore his heart, as he imagined the girl all those kilometres away, the girl he had no contact with, but he looked at her picture as much as possible, and hoped one day he could make her smile again like she did in the image.

senior year was here, and y/n schedule picked up once again. her timetable was full, maybe it was best, a distraction, after a whole summer of thinking alone in her room. draco was on her mind at night, no matter how hard she tried to forget. she’d made friends with her creative promotions partner, logan. he was certainly not intrested in her in anyway besides friends, but company after all this time was enjoyable, just in the hour of class

draco had little privacy, with death eaters in every hallway, conversing with eachother. wherever he went someone was there, until he finally got sick of it and began going to the garden bench. with a book, sometimes, giving some of the sappy love stories y/n mentioned a try or even the poetry books she sent with noctua awhile back, they were okay, but his heart hurt at the feeling of relation in every line. he could only read one or two poems at a time, without tears forming in his green orbs.

sometimes he went with a pen and a notebook. he wrote about everything. the smell of the plants around him, the feeling in his chest when the dark lord called for a meeting. most of the notebook, though, was filled with poems of his own. and letters he had no intention of sending for her own safety. she wasn’t in harms way, though, other followers were preoccupied with ruining weddings and other things they considered fun. he blabbered on for pages, about how he missed seeing noctua fluttering towards him at breakfast. how he rereads the letter that dumbledore gave him the night he died. how she listened to him rant on and on, giving her support no matter how evil he felt. how he found love where it wasn’t supposed to be.

snow was falling once again, he had to dress in layers, making it hard to write often, the plants started dying as cold settled over and his mother no longer babied him like she used to before the death eaters began inhabiting the mansion. he couldn’t keep himself company any longer and gave into the pressure he put on himself. as long as they were careful, she’d be in no destruction- he prayed as he wrote what seemed to be an appropriate response after all this time.

like it had been decades, she flinched at the noise of the owl on the window, carrying a much larger scroll that he’d ever sent before, some parts scratched out and written above. his writing was much less tidy than she remembered, like the letters on the page were anxious for her reaction.

love,

after all this time, im sorry you are just now hearing from me. you have ever single right to be annoyed with me, after you listened to me for months, helping me emotionally in ways i never be able to repay you for. you do not need to forgive me, or write me back. i just wanted to keep you safe. but i needed to tell you everything before it might actually be to late. you’ve probably moved on and forgotten about me, like you should, but i guess im saying that i am alive. i didn’t kill him either. snape did. i thought i was going to be able to, but he started talking about you. he gave me a letter from you that he had already opened, the words repeated in my head over and over. you talked about how i deserved another chance, and how you wish I’d was there with you. right before he died he asked me if i loved you. i knew the answer but didn’t have time to say it. ive read your poetry books, they aren’t as bad as i once thought, i can’t read to many at once. i try to forget what dumbledore said that night, and that night altogether. but one day i read ‘that’s how you know you love someone, i guess. when you cant experience anything without wishing the other person was there to see it too.’ when i sit in the garden i imagine you smelling the flowers, myself picking one and putting it behind your ear. when i go on walks i imagine your hand in mine. youre in my dreams. my never ending thought. i remember the way i felt when we started talking a lot, and how I felt when we didn’t get a chance. you listened to me when no one else offered. not even my parents. i hope your doing okay, and smiling and laughing. i don’t care if we talk about absolutely nothing, i just want to talk to you. i know that’s unfair to you after all ive weighed on you. but i guess that’s all, i love you. draco ♡

well this certainly didn’t get him off her mind. she didn’t need to either. ofcourse she was going to write him back, but she needed time to think about her response. she missed the next day of school, and his owl was comfortably standing on her desk, nibbling away at the water and crumbs. she took an hour long shower, multiple naps, raided her fridge, and had to email the school pretending to be her mum, excusing her for the day. before she even knew what she was going to write, she began on a new piece of paper. she’d have thought longer, but was sure draco would be convinced she stole noctua out of anger.

draco,

wow. i don’t really know what to say. i knew you weren’t a killer, and i meant what i said about you deserving more chances. i will admit i was angry, and a bit confused. i sent that letter with high hopes. i don’t know what i was hoping for at the time, i was being incredibly selfish. but couldn’t help myself feel pained when you didn’t mention it in the next letter when you said harry hexed you. i know we can’t be together, especially not right now, but i love you too. i wish more than anything you were here with me right now, and it was you i’d be graduating with half a year from now. i wish you were in the passenger seat of my car while i drive through the city. i wish you could point out the constellations in the sky. i usually can’t read to many poems either, they get me thinking to much. im ready to write again if you are.

y/n

draco hadn’t felt more joy in a long time. around seven months. she loved him, and that was enough happiness for a life time. he just needed to stay alive.

they continued to stay in touch, almost as if they never stopped talking, entertaining eachother as much as possible, masking their separate misery and the distance between them. he could get time away from the reality that was his life for a while, he thought, until snatchers brought the trio he spent so long bickering with to the manor.

a very distorted looking harry fell before him, his hair tightly gripped by bellatrix.

‘well, is it him’ he knew it was harry. and yet a part of him couldn’t bring himself to letting the boy get killed.

‘i can’t be sure’ he lied

‘draco, look closely son’ lucius said loudly, getting a grip on the back of dracos neck before leaning in and whispering.

‘if we are the ones that hand potter to the dark lord, all will be f-forgiven. a-all will go back to how it was’

his father and the and a snatcher quickly got into an arguement. lucius was yelling something about the manor before narcissa calmed him with a hiss.

‘don’t be shy, sweetie come here take a closer look’

draco was know level with him. the scar was still visible on his forehead, and swollen eyes staring back at him, hopeless.

‘what’s wrong with his face’ draco said

‘yes what is wrong with the boys face’ a shrill voice repeated

‘he was like that when we got him, something he picked up in the forest i reckon’

bellatrix walked away, laughing away at something. the blonde boys eyes were still on harry, before he felt a tap on his shoulder. bellatrix began acting out, yelling about a sword, putting ropes around snatchers neck from the end of her wand. sword now in her hand she walked over to ronald weasley, grabbing his collar and demanding that the boys be put in the cellar.

a different draco would have gladly watched a mudblood be tortured by his aunt. but he flinched at every scream of hermione, unable to watch he went to the next room, resisting tears as he thought of the girl he fell for enduring the same. she had moved onto the goblin- ridiculing it about who got into her vault- and hermiones screams were now gone.

‘youre lucky, goblin, the same won’t go for this one’ he heard footsteps

‘like hell it wont’ he heard ron yell, followed by the expelliarmus and what must have been harry stupefying his father. draco rushed in, now dueling a more normal looking harry, until their attention caught on bellatrix, a knife to grangers throat. they dropped there wands, and he did as instructed, picking them up. lucius was summoning the dark lord when they heard a tittering on the ceiling, and the chandlier crashing. it all moved so fast and harry was now wrestling draco for his wand back. he tried, but harry had already pried it out of his cold and shaky hands.

‘STUPID ELF. THAT COULD HAVE KILLED ME’

‘dobby never meant to kill. dobby only meant to maim or seriously injure’ the house elf squeaked, and draco had never resisted a chuckle so hard.

‘HOW DARE YOU TAKE A WITCHES WAND. HOW DARE YOU DEFY YOUR MASTERS’

‘dobby has no master, dobby is a free elf, and he has come to save Harry Potter and his friends.’ and with that they apparated out, not without bella throwing a knife into the mix.

meanwhile, y/n was receiving letters of her own. not from draco either. letters from the schools she applied to. so far everything was good, except for princeton, but she didn’t have the highest expectations. she was accepted to the university of british columbia, seattle university, even ucla. she only had one letter left, and the large stuffed yellow envelope sat in her hands. she wasn’t sure about it- would she even be able to go to the univeristy of london? it was far, but draco was there, well closer to there atleast. accepted- it read. it was an option, and she still had weeks to think about it.

draco was very hesitant to write after the incident at the manor, the screams of Hermione, and the terrifying looking potter still vivid in his brain and nightmares. he often woke from sleep in a sweat, yet freezing cold. whispers of the war around his house also haunted his mind and soul. he’d walk to the window and look up at the the stars, they were under the same sky, at least. eventually he had to write her, it had been half a month and he couldn’t leave her hanging alone again.

y/n

love, im sorry for being hesitant, but there is going to be a war. i hate to leave you contact-less, but i need you to be safe now more than ever. i couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt. potter and his friends were brought here to the manor, it didn’t last long- they escaped within the hour and a half. with that doped elf, and a goblin too. if you don’t hear from me again, remember i love you. and always will.

draco

of all the letters y/n had recieved, from draco in all, that was probably the most displeasing. a war? like with tanks and bombs? tears were shedding down her face as she wrote the shortest response yet. knowing he most definitely didn’t have time to listen to her talk about schools, and how she got accepted to london, but her parents deemed it to far, ubc would have to do, she’d find her way to him eventually, if they were meant to be.

draco

stay safe, i love you.

yn.

draco now stood at snapes new office, dozens of corpses on the floor, pooled in blood. the dark lord speaking parsel tounge to nagini. no one needed to speak it to know that the man was infuriated about something potter had done.

the information he left was lacking, was he serious? what did wizarding wars even look like? her graduation date was set, June 6th, but it all seemed irrelevant, suddenly picking out a dress didn’t seem as fun as she thought, same with getting portraits taken. should she have said more?

next thing he knew the protection spell was countered and he apparated in, grabbing zabani and goyle by the collar. rushing them into a corridor and waited for the door of the room of requirement to completely vanish before approaching himself. they successfully found harry, opening a box carefully before finally drawing attention to themselves.

‘well well, what brings you here, potter’ draco said, softly, much to his surprise as he meant it to sound snarky and rude

‘i could ask you the same’

‘i believe you have something of mine, and id like it back’ was he becoming… kind?

‘whats wrong with the one you have?’ harry replied

‘it’s my mothers, powerful but different, doesn’t fully understand me, im sure you know the feeling’

‘why didn’t you tell her. bellatrix? you knew it was me, and you didn’t tell her’ he wasn’t exactly sure what to say, nor did he know. harry really didn’t have anything to do with his feelings for y/n, maybe he should have just turned in him when he had the chance, it would all be over if he had.

‘don’t be a wuss draco, just do it now’ goyle whispered in his ear, making him chill the same way bellatrix did on the astronomy tower, almost a year ago.

‘expelliarmus’ hermione half shouted, causing narcissas want to fly out of dracos hands and run the other way.

‘avada kedavra’ goyle missed and weaslebee started chasing after them, yelling something about his girlfriend. turning back around after goyle unsuccessfully casted the fiendfyre curse.

fear was making his body almost rattle as he desperately climbed bookcases in an attemp to outrun the flames. he watched goyle fall, into the orange. yes, he was a complete and utter twat, but wasn’t a half bad friend during dracos bullying peek. his foot slipped, now just his hands were keeping him up, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on. in the distance he saw the three, zooming off to safety in the distance, leaving them their to die. not that he blamed them, after anything he did to them, he would have probably left himself there aswell.

but potter was flying towards him, arm out-stretched, grabbing onto his own and hoisting himself on the broom. had he already died? must not have, because the heat had finally caughten up. feeling as though he was going to pass out, he gripped tighter onto harry, maintaining his position on the broom. so much for staying safe. the second they made it out, they crashed onto the ground. he wanted to thank harry, but found himself running off instead.

explosions and hexes were being sent everywhere. people dying left and right. giants and trolls and spiders helping, he found himself in the slytherin common room. partially because he wanted to say goodbye, as he never wished to return to the building again once he had the choice. and partially as he was now aware of a large burn on his arm, and he felt a need to put off fighting until absolutely necessary. he entered through the portrait, for the last time. it felt like an aquarium, looking out upon the lake filled windows, merpeople and the giant squid often zooming by. he sat down upon the sofa, where he spent countless hours avoiding homework, plotting against potter and swimming in lust of his pure-blood status that now felt like a curse. he went up to his dorm, where he did very similar things. he wondered as to what he would be doing if he was a muggle right now. picking out a suit for graduation, buying a corsage for his date, but he wasn’t, so he best get going. running his hands along the furniture before leaving, not looking back.

the noise in the entrance courtyard had completely been diminished and draco found his way into the crowd of students pooling in. death eaters swarmed towards them at a painfully slow place, his mother and father near the head of the group. he noticed hagrid, towering above them, carrying what could only have been harrys corpse.

he watched carefully as they approached, trying to wedge himself inbetween and behind other students.

‘harry potter is dead’ voldemort paused ‘from now on, you put your faith in me’ silence fell over the hundreds of people who were know gathered. he swished his robes and turned backwards facing his followers

‘HARRY POTTER IS DEAD’ obnoxious and deafening cackles erupted

‘and now is the time to declare yourselves. come to our side, or die’ even more silence fell.

‘draco’ his father hissed before repeating ‘draco’

he felt eyes fall all over him, gazing expectantly. tears ran down his face.

don’t talk like that, saying you don’t have a future. you do draco, you deserve another chance and infinite amounts of them. was this what she meant? he’d been looking for another chance, maybe this was it.

he shook his head no, and noticed his father had fallen a shade of pale he didn’t know existed.

‘Draco, DRACO’ he yelled, clearly enranged, but before he could continue - a movement shifted in hagrids arms, and harry fell out. in a heartbeat draco threw his wand to the scar faced boy. he caught it, looking grateful as he could while casting some sort of spell at nagini. death eaters were disappearing into the air- including lucius, narcissa being dragged with him.

draco didn’t know what to do with himself, he was wandless and he couldn’t fight, unless he wanted to engage in an actual physical duel, which he didn’t. he found himself in the great hall, asking professor sprout if she needed help patching those up, she pulled him into a hug, unexpectantly. he never recalled such contact or connection with a professor. he spent the rest of the battle helping healing wounds with dittany, and caring for those left in the wake. it was a nice distraction from the fact he would most definitely be disowned, left a family-less orphan at 17.

y/n couldn’t blame him for not writing, he clearly stated that it might be the last time. but every night she cried until she couldn’t cry anymore, or until she fell asleep. how could she like him so much? they’d never even met. she didnt really need to see him to know him, his letters told him enough about him. and she could only hope- that if he managed through his six year without killing his headmaster, he could make it through the war.

he delayed going back to the manor for as long as possible, until he decided to apparate directly into his room. he considered packing his things up, but realized no one was home. he was thankful, he don’t think he would ever be able to fully confront his parents again. he fell asleep in his bed, and slept for 48 hours straight. he slept through very vivid dreams, ones of y/n being tortured the same way as Hermione, ones of the dark lord coming alive once again and killing his mother because of his choices. he couldn’t bring himself to sleep again purposefully, no matter how exhausted he was. the days weren’t much better, his mind raced at unbelievable paces. he saw the dead bodies laying around the great hall, the unrecoverable ones. maybe he should have just fallen into the fire, surely that would have been easier. he was slowly becoming thinner, and always needed multiple blankets to even stay at a somewhat warm temperature, his heart beat faster than normal. he often felt pains in his neck, and his eyes were almost always puffy from crying. he spent so much time in bed he almost didn’t hear his owl flutter onto his nightstand mid afternoon, a small package tied loosely around his neck.

he opened it to see a letter, muggle candies and a worn book. suddenly he felt more awake, and be shot up a little to fast then he should have, sitting on the edge of his bed.

draco.

i don’t know where you are, or if youre alive, if youre reading this now. i hope this doesn’t arrive at a bad time. but your 18 now, so happy birthday. if you are seeing this, i still love you. i think about you all the time. i hope you are okay, and safe. in case you don’t end up writing me back, i just thought I’d give you some random information to keep you company and away from your mind. i graduate tomorrow. i look at your picture everyday. I remember what you once told me about following my dreams, so instead of medicine, im going to study literature and business next year. im staying in kelowna aswell for now, hoping maybe you’ll be able to visit someday. im sure you’d like it. my favourite colour is still green. i don’t know what else to say.

always here to listen if you’d like to talk. yn.

was it actually his birthday? had it already been a month since the war? it felt like a year but the visions played over and over like it was yesterday. it took him awhile before it clicked. the war was over, Voldemort was dead and there was no one to stop him from seeing her. he completely disregarded the lightheaded feeling he got when he stood up to fast- and rushed to his wardrobe. it took him a bit longer than he thought to pack up all his clothes, including the thousands of letters he kept hidden in a large drawer. the trunk was a bit heavier than he may have thought, and he ended up needing to take a car, in fear that he may not be able to apparate successfully to the airport without injuring himself. he quickly found out that muggle travelling was harder than he thought, and security and customs were also apparently a thing that all people needed to get through.

he wrapped himself in his cloak and didn’t get a drop of sleep the whole plane ride. it was nighttime when they flew over montreal, and then toronto. the sun rose as they crossed through winnipeg, regina, and calgary. he didn’t know this himself ofcourse, but he aggressively hit the map on the screen in front of him, desperate to know where he was. he only got an hour of half decent sleep before he felt rattling of the plane landing, and he gripped tightly onto the arm rests. he struggled for half an hour before he even got sight of his luggage on the moving thing that went round and round. compared to London, kelownas airport was very small and easy to navigate. the air outside was hot, making draco feel even more self concious about his clothing choices.

y/n put her hair back into a twist with a clip taking a suprising amount of effort to make sure it looked okay. her makeup was natural looking, nothing crazy but she looked gorgeous none the less. she slipped into her black romper, some canadians didn’t wear their fancy dresses to convocation, only something simple to go with the cap and gown. she arrived at the ceremony, seeing everyone, with excited smiles and laughs, conversing amongst themselves. and every memory came rushing back. they sat in rows on a stage, listening to the heartfelt and extremely cheesy speech the staff made every single year. she’d never noticed how many kids were in her age group until they were being called up one by one.

‘alex can’

‘ruth lee’

and the list went on and on until finally

‘y/n l/n’ the moment had come, and she shook everyone’s hand, receiving her diploma and flipping her caps tassel to the left. ‘y/n is staying around next year, and attending the university of british columbia okanogan, good luck l/n’ her principal said and claps continued like they had and the rest of the list finished sooner, or seemed to go by faster, she wasn’t sure.

draco had never had to find a taxi by himself, but once he did he gave the driver the only place he knew, the address he saw on the top corner of her first response almost two years ago.

y/n pulled away from the school grounds, watching them disappear in her rear view mirror. it was hot with a breeze, but she smiled the whole way home. she’d done it, made it through every assignment and class, dealt with attention hungry bitches, and crappy teachers. the next door was truly opening. pulling up to her house, and closing her car door as she hopped out, she watched her feet carry her up to the house. turning the corner, she saw him, sitting there on her steps, a present wrapped horribly in his hands, looking very out of place in his black cloak. she stopped in her own steps and he hesitantly stood up, before she launched herself into his arms breathing in his cologne, finally together after all this time.

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draco-and-tom · 3 years

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TW!!!- Mentions of suicide attempt, Mentions of suicide note, Mentions of alcohol, Mentions of grooming, Mentions of sexual assault, Mentions of cheating, Mentions of early eating disorder signs. Please let me know If you catch any I didn’t say.

This is about Talia (@satans-little-devil) Okay, so it has come to my attention that I have been played long story short. It all started when she sent in this request. I love requests and was delighted to write for her. Talia would keep checking up on me and asking if I ate/drank etc. We started talking and becoming friends and after about 2 weeks she started getting flirty. I did not know her age at the time so I would flirt back. I'm a little flirty with all of my friends so I didn't see anything wrong with it. After about another week we got even more flirty and on a Friday of (I think) April we started dating. I called her 2 times while we were dating and both times she had an excuse for why she couldn't speak, only listen. On those calls I told her how alcohol and sexual abuse were triggers for me which will come into play later. We dated for 3 days till she told me that she wasn't comfortable with my age, so we were going to wait a bit. We continued to do the exact same things as we were doing before. We weren't supposed to talk romantically to anyone else, we weren't supposed to kiss, touch others, anything like that. After about a week of that is when the suicide attempt and letter posts happened. She had told me about how her parents were abusive and I even supposedly got her in trouble because of our messages. Her parents are homophobic and her sister read through them, then told their parents. I don't even know if I believe this anymore because I've had a gut feeling about this and some things didn't add up which I will get into later. That night I begged her to not do it and told her a whole bunch of things to get her to stop. I even messaged a random person I saw on her blog a couple of times (that I did not know) seeking help. She ended up telling me that I had convinced her and that her parents needed her for chores or something. At this point I'm blowing up her phone, because she hasn't answered me in a while and I'm starting to get worried. She answers me after a few more minutes and tells me that she’s okay and going for a drive. I tell her that's fine, but to be safe because the last time she told me that she got into her wreck. She told me that she would be and once again she stops answering completely. I blew up her phone a lot at this point because i was so scared that something had happened to her. I woke up around once every hour to check our messages and send new ones. I wake up around 3 or 4 in the morning and see that she messaged me back. I read it and she tells me about a post that her sister made for her talking about the attempt. I keep talking to her and she keeps saying sorry and so do I. After a couple of days all of her surgeries are done and she is resting in the hospital. That weekend I get random messages from her telling me things that I couldn't quite make out. She ended up telling me about a day later that she was in a Christian mental hospital and that the messages were her trying to get help. This is why she was saying things like “I'm fine they told me themselves”. She was talking about the nuns. I was pretty skeptical about this because I’ve been told by people I know that they take away electronics from patience there so I asked her how she still had her phone. She told me that she didn't and that they allowed her to have her school lap top. Me being me thought that it was odd, and decided to trust her because I thought that we were close. I’ve always been a trusting person and refused to act on all of the red flags that I saw. She told me that her parents forged her signature, but later she informed me that she found out her doctor signed her into the mental hospital/group home type place. After a while she seemed to be getting better and told me that she liked it better there because she didn't have to deal with her parents. A few days later she informs me about a friend named Blake. Apparently he was one of her friends that she had known since elementary school. She told me that they were really close and that they cuddled which I was uncomfortable with because I'm a very jealous/territorial person, but I let it slide because I felt that I was over reacting and she shouldn't have to change her friendship habits for me. The next day were talking and she tells me that they kiss in a “friend” kind of way. I don't know exactly what that means to her, but that was were I told her in made me upset. She told me that he was gay and that he had a fiancé that he loved dearly. A few moments later all of the sudden Blake is bisexual. She tells me to not worry about him and I brush it off. The next day I am informed that Blake’s boy friend cheated and they broke up. She started telling me about how He would get drunk and become violent and would tell her to hide the alcohol from him. I asked her how he got it in the first place since they were in a mental hospital after all. She basically told me that the nuns didn't care. One of the days he got drunk she told me that he sexually assaulted her. I told her that it was not okay and that she should cut him off. She said no because he was one of her best friends. I eventually convinced her to at least talk to him about it and they ended up crying. We ended up setting boundaries for them. After all of that cleared up she tells me about a friend named Jacob she had coming to visit. Before reading this part please note that I am a minor. I have no experience with sexual matters other than what I see and read, so I have no clue how communication during works. I'm obviously not innocent, considering I run a smut page, but I am not sexually active either. Talia would always push me into sexual things, but in the end I always gave my consent. We didn't do anything overly sexual, just texting. She would always tease me about doing sexual things with both of her friends even though she knew it bothered me. One time she did and told me that she did sexual things with him. I didn't believe her. Later in the day I told her to be nice and that I wasn't mad to which she responds with something like “you aren't mad about Jason?”. At this point I was a little confused and asked if they actually did anything and she ends up saying that they did. She basically blamed it on me and I ended up feeling bad for 2 reasons.

1. I had just been cheated on for the first time

2. I felt like it was my fault.

she said that she was sorry, but I was being too mean and she wanted to be good for someone and that I should have known. By this point in our relationship I started developing eating issues. I would get so stressed out that if I even thought about eating I felt like I would throw up. I told her about it, but did not tell her what the cause of my eating problems were. After a couple of days I'm having a good time at the beach on vacation. She knew that I was on vacation and that I was trying to relax because of my recent problems having to do with her, and just life in general. About 2 nights ago she messages me and tells me that she kissed Jason again. I’m going to try not to show too much emotion in this because i don't want to trauma dump you guys, so ill say the rest as good as I can. I forgave her again. I told her that if it happened again that we were over and she agreed. everything went fine and yesterday was actually pretty smooth sailing. Me and her had nice talks. Her friend messaged me and she asked me to block her, and I did. The only thing that was bothering me at this time is that she started to stop talking to me earlier in the day. The schedule change was drastic. We used to message throughout from around 9am-1am, and it recently changed to around 12pm-8pm. Today I woke up, got ready to leave my hotel, and messaged her at about 7am. In the car I messaged her and told her that I might not be able to talk for awhile because i lost my charger. she ends up responding with “hiii” and that was the last message I got and will probably get from her, because when I got back home and checked my messages her whole account was de-activated. I unblock her friend and ask her if Talia is okay. her friend still hasn't answered, even though I don't think I want her to anymore. I saw a couple posts about her, but didn't believe them until i saw an ask from @sexy-for-cedric about @were-not-doing-get-help ‘s post. If it wasn't for that I would probably still be on her side, but knowing that I was cheated on ATLEAST 3 times in a month by the same person sent me over the edge. I understand that what she did was horrible, but please don't tag me in any posts shunning her or saying dreadful things about her. I know that its wrong for me to, but I still love her and I hope you all understand that I hate myself for it, so please don't be rude to me. I was already nervous enough to post this. And if anyone tries to tell me how I feel trust me, I know how i felt about her. I have a locket with her picture in it that I cant wear anymore. I hope anyone that is going through what I am knows that my dms are always open and that this is not your fault.

And Talia if you are seeing this I'm sorry and I truly do love you, but the pain started to be too much as of today when I found out. I'm sorry, I hope you find your way in life. I hope you are okay.

People I think should read this: @sexy-for-cedric @were-not-doing-get-help @georgeswh0re @quindolyn @krasivayadarling @inureflower @just-the-best-devil @mrzweasley

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shiggi-trash · 4 years

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a/n: it has pained me to wait over a month to post this lol but i’m so happy it’s finally here !! thank you @onyxiana-is-obsessed for making the banners !! 💕

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The interactions with your neighbors since moving into your apartment building had been little to none, except for the guy who lived next to you. You would rarely ever see him though, usually it was when you were coming home from work and he would be leaving.

The groan that left your lips was heavy, closing your eyes to collect yourself after a long day of work before bending down to pick up your keys. Of course today of all days your lock was giving you trouble.

“Long day doll?”

You jumped, keys dropping again in the process as the voice came from next to you. Looking over at the man leaning against the doorway next to yours, only for your mind to go completely blank.

He was hot, like smoking model hot. And oh god his eyes, the gorgeous blue that popped against his dark hair and heavy scarring on his face.

Suddenly you realized you were staring, eyes going wide as you felt your face heat up. “Oh um yeah.”

He chuckled as he walked off, hands in his pocket as he left you fumbling to open your door again. That basically summed up your relationship other than that there were no real conversations, just stolen glances as he left his apartment and you entered yours.

You thought about him a lot, his blue eyes, lean body, slender hands and piercings, you wondered where he got his scars, not that you would ever ask him. But he intrigued you, he was mysterious, he was quite unusual for someone who looked as good as he did, he left at night and didn’t come back until the sun was up.

For a while you jokingly told your friends you lived next to a vampire but for all you knew he might as well have been. You wanted to get to know him better but you didn’t really have an in.

That was until your fire alarm wouldn’t stop beeping. You groaned, throwing off your bed sheets, your landlord said he couldn’t come fix it for a day or two but that meant a week and you couldn’t sleep like this.

The reasoning behind going to his apartment was stupid, from what you knew of his schedule he was gone by now and wouldn’t be back til morning but still, he was the only option and you had to try.

Now that you were standing in front of his door with your pajamas on you felt a little ridiculous, of course he wouldn’t answer or even know what to do but either way you knocked. Only to have to door open itself.

A little pit formed in your stomach, that wasn’t normal. Standing there you were unsure of what to do, did he just accidentally leave it open or was something wrong ? Peaking your head through the door you decided to atleast check, if he just left it open by mistake then you would go back but if something was wrong you needed to check.

And suddenly you realized you didn’t even know his name. “Hello ?” You called out, looking through the dark apartment. “Is everything okay?”

It was silent in response so you went to leave but you heard a crash. You froze, your mind thinking the worst, that there was a murderer, someone had broken in but it could just be your neighbor, hurt fending off the murderer by himself.

“Hello?” You called again, warily stepping into the apartment. “Are you okay?”

feeling for the light switch you turned it on, getting a clear view of his living room, plain, messy and the most worrying, the trail of blood leading back towards the bedroom.

Walking forward you kept your pace slow, making sure to scan the room for any hidden murderers with knives ready to jump out and kill you.

“I’ll call the cops.”

Standing in front of the bedroom door you hesitated before tapping it with your foot, watching as it swung open with a creak to reveal a dark room, illuminated by a lamp in a corner you couldn’t see.

“Hello?” You stepped inside the room, looking around before landing on a hunched figure sitting on the floor.

“Can’t take a hint huh doll ?” His voice was light toned but strained, trying to hide the pain.

You flipped the light switch, getting a good view of the blood pooling around him. You froze again, head swimming at the sight in front of you.

“What happened?” You spoke but your voice sounded far away.

“Would you believe me if I said It was a bar fight.” He laughed followed by a low groan of pain.

The groan was like a bucket of cold water was splashed over your head. You started to panic because oh god your hot neighbor was going to bleed out in front of you.

“I- uhhh what do I do ? Oh my god you’re going to bleed out and it’s going to be my fault because I don’t know what to do.” You sucked in a big breath. “I need to call an ambulance fuck I don’t have my phone.”

“No!” He protested. “You cannot call the ambulance.”

“Why not?! You're going to bleed out.”

“Stupid pigs are gonna ask questions,” he lazily smiled at you. “I can’t really afford questions.”

“So what do i do?”

“Go to the bathroom there’s a white- ahh box, bring it here.”

Nodding you went to look for the bathroom, which shouldn’t have been difficult seeing every apartment was built identical but right now you were flustered, you felt swimmy, in over your head. When you got there you rummaged through his cabinets until you found the white box he was talking about.

When you got back to the room he had slightly lifted up his shirt so you could see the wound which was still bleeding heavily. It made you freeze, you had never been one for gore you could hardly watch horror movies without cringing away from the effects but up close ? in person it was a different story, you felt like you could puke your guts up at any second.

His pained laugh brought you out of your inner panic. “You just gonna stand there doll? It’s startin’ to hurt.”

You swallowed, cringing as your shoe landed in a puddle of blood. Trying to ignore everything around you, focusing on the man in front of you, swallowing the bile as you kneeled down on the floor unsure of what was worse, the blood soaking into your pajama bottoms or seeing the wound so close up.

Unlatching the white box you looked at it in horror, the bottle of vodka and suture kit staring right back at you.

“Y-you want me to…” you trailed off, not able to finish your sentence.

“Wouldn’t want anyone else.” He winked, leaning close to your face as he reached for the bottle of vodka.

Unscrewing the cap he threw it across the room, taking a big swig from it before pouring a fourth of the bottle on the open wound, hissing in pain.

He held out the bottle towards you after. “Hands.”

You held out your hands letting him pour the vodka all over your hands, grabbing the needles you let him pour vodka all over them too. In that moment it set in on exactly what you were about to do. At this point of the movie you always screwed your eyes shut, holding your ears to block out as much sound as possible.

He grabbed your wrist, making you look up into those beautiful blue eyes you were always thinking about. “You’re okay.”

“W-what if I end u-”

“You’re gonna be okay.” he said more sternly before leaning back, blowing out a breath. “Go ahead.”

Gently touching his skin with one hand you brought the needle closer with the other. Hoping you wouldn’t mess it up you closed your eyes, preparing yourself to stick a needle through someone's skin, but right as you were he stopped you.

“Do you want to mutilate me Doll? Don’t close your eyes, you'll be fine.”

Nodding you forced your eyes open, barely holding back the contents of your stomach as you pushed the needle through. You could do this, you could do this just a few more times and you were done.

As soon as the needle went through the last patch of open skin you stood up, almost slipping on the blood as you bolted to the bathroom, barely making it in time before you threw up into the toilet.

When you had finished you sat back, leaning against the cool wall as you breathed deeply, trying to forget the feeling of sewing someone bleeding wound up.

“So I take it you aren’t a doctor?”

You looked up to the doorway where he was standing, a cocky smile on his face.

“Aren’t you supposed to be laying down?” you asked weakly.

“I brought you clothes, in case you want to take a shower.”

You nodded, closing your eyes as he placed the clothes on the counter before closing the door as he left. You figured you could’ve just gone back to your apartment but a big part of you didnt want to, you wanted answers, to know he was okay.

Your face heated up as you got out of the shower, looking at the pair of boxers and large t-shirt he’d given you to wear. Putting them on you went out to the living room where you heard the tv playing.

Standing at the end of the hall you watched him sitting on the couch with a new pair of clothes, feet propped up on the coffee table. As if sensing you were there he looked over, scanning you up and down before going back to the tv with an unreliable expression.

“Are you just gonna stand there all night doll?”

“I don't know your name.” you spoke softly, playing with the sleeves of his shirt.

“Dabi, are you gonna sit?” he patted the spot on the couch next to him, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t you want to know mine?” you asked, facing him as you sat down.

“I already know it Y/N,” shocked, you were about to speak but he continued before you could. “I like to know those around me, plus I couldn’t help but be interested in the cute little neighbor.”

As Dabi spoke he moved closer, eventually leaning over top of you staring at you with those gorgeous eyes of his.

“You are quite interesting; pretty, quiet, always home, alone and you keep to yourself so it’s my surprise when you wander over here, calling for a stranger you don't know the name of?”

Your face heated up, from a close distance and learning all the things Dabi had learned about you. His breath fanning your face made you nervous, extremely so but in a good way. You hoped at least.

“Same goes for you, you seem to know quite a bit about me.” The bravery of your words masked the fear you felt, wondering if you’d overstepped as your eyes flickered over his face.

It was all gone the instant a chuckle left his lips and he leaned back, leaving you to breathe properly. You noticed that he sat a lot closer than he had been before, arm thrown behind you on the couch.

“Why were you wondering over in the middle of the night?”

Your face heated up even more, staring down at your lap. “My fire alarm, it was broken, I wanted to know if you could fix it.”

Dabis finger went to your chin, lifting your head up to look him in the eyes, a smirk on his face. “That’s cute, doll.”

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #dabi x reader #dabi #bhna dabi

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asagi-s-garden · 3 years

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I really wonder how "Supergirl" will end. And it's not just Kara it's the other heroes too Until Diggle showed up there was no acknowledgement they even existed

I know part of it has to do with the pandemic

Batwoman was originally supposed to have a minor crossover with Superman this season, as well as Supergirl at the end of season one, and I would be more than willing to bet a similar situation went on with Supergirl, it's just too strange that they wouldn't feature her at all in the debut of her cousin's show when there wouldn't be a Superman & Lois without Supergirl, and it's equally strange to think that Supergirl is going to end without a cameo from her- to be perfectly realistic- more famous cousin, but I'm pretty sure Clark isn't going to make it

Another problem is filming schedules colliding

Remember that Melissa had her baby several months back, causing Supergirl's filming to be pushed back by a few months, so by the time most of the Arrowverse was half-done with their seasons, Supergirl was only just starting

The producers have mentioned multiple times that it's really hellish to rig even small cameos because of getting filming schedules and locations and paychecks straightened out, but when you add in the pandemic precautions, I'd say that it's especially shut down this season- wich absolutely sucks being Supergirl's last :( And when you add the fact that Melissa had several weeks where she would've been out of commission thanks to being a new mom, you just tighten that noose even more....

Supergirl is probably going to have a much quieter, more downplayed finale than it deserves because of the combination of these problems :/

I also wonder if there's some WB Fuckery going on

Before Supergirl made history by getting a real Superman appearance on TV at the same time that the DCEU had him in film, Superman and Batman were hard "no"s for appearing on TV from WB, that's why Smallville and Gotham were prequels and always made sure to use "Clark" and "Bruce" instead of "Superman" and "Batman", because WB didn't want people to like a TV version more than the film version, wich hilariously is what ended up happening on Supergirl- people were campaigning for Tyler Hoechlin to take over as Superman pretty much as soon as his first cameo aired- but it's also what sparked WB to loosen that leash and allow for doubles to start up

....However....

I don't think it's a coincidence that Supergirl- wich actually has higher ratings than many CW shows, even including other Arrowverse shows like Legends- got canned the same year WB decided to bring a version of Supergirl into the DCEU (although there are rumors that it's Lara Lane Kent who will appear, not Kara, the design does look alot more similar to Lara) and the same year that they premiere Superman- wich is by FAR the most removed series from the rest of the Arrowverse since Black Lightning- wich wasn't supposed to be in the Arrowverse initially in the first place so that one makes much more sense

Superman & Lois also seems to be getting a different audience or, atleast, a much broader audience, in comparison with Supergirl, Batwoman, and alot of the "less grounded" (because I don't know a better comprehensive word for it) Arrowverse shows, and that may be part of the reason too- an effort to create distance between Superman & Lois and the Arrowverse, to keep that broader audience

The CW does seem to be steadily inching towards that more "family oriented" Americana flavor lately, with S&L, Stargirl, and Walker being their most notable recent successes and what they're pushing hardest, with the only one breaking from that mold being Kung Fu, although that one is successfull without the push and is still family oriented

I really hope it doesn't mean that we're going back to Mayonaise Land and losing some of the great diversity- both in terms of the casts AND the stories themselves- CW was starting to have on it's roster as of 2018/2019...

But back to Supergirl!! xD

I feel like it's going to be a more downplayed finale than it deserves, as I mentioned before

I have the sense that the end of the season is going to be much less "Giant Big Bad To End All Big Bads" like alot of series ends, and much more introspective and sort of a "Kara started Here and now she's Here" type of story, reflecting more heavily on the Super Freinds and Kara's personal growth and her overcoming her PTSD- wich we've been seeing in the commercials, one of those "Supergirl's last battle is with..... HERSELF" types of moments

And I DON'T mind that at all, Supergirl has always been more about personal growth than it has been about the villain of the month, but I fear it means that we won't get cameos from our freinds like Clark, Winn, and James :(

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mochikeiji · 4 years

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↠ Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji

↠ Warning: College AU! Fukurodani Volleybal Team!(with managers) Shy Akaashi! Popular Bokuto! Slight NSFW, Fluffy

↬ Word Count: 3,912

Summary: First year college student, Akaashi Keiji begins his new life away from the comfort of his home solitude. Growing up to be an introvert, Akaashi had a hard time gaining friends and fitting in. But what happens to someone when they've met a rowdy senior who somehow slithers their way into their lives and becomes their only friend? Or maybe more.

⇢ Day 2: Obliviousness/Pinning, Roomates, College AU @bokuakaweek2020

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It really is terrifying for some to move out of the comfort of their house and their personal room to move into a dorm for their first year in college. For some it seemed fun and adventurous, only because they were an extrovert.

Unlike Akaashi, a man with few words, was an introvert. Sure he used to play volleyball back in his highschool days— even got himself the spotlight as their schools top tier setter, but he believes he could never match the other monsters such as Atsumu Miya, Kageyama Tobio and former captain of an opposing school, Oikawa Tooru. To him, he was nothing but an average person trying to get a good grade and a college degree and good job and die just like that.

His mother did try to tell him to atleast make some friends during his days in highschool so he wouldn't be so lonely. He couldn't say he can't do it due to his facial expression and blunt words. He couldn't help it, it was already part of his charisma. Now, he wished he wasn't so alone as he carries a box of his belongings in a crowded hallway to the dorms. Seeing other freshmen and seniors helping out each other was one thing he secretly envied. He wanted a friend too, but he was just clueless on how to even make one.

Keeping his head lowered and muttering small, soft excuses on his way to his dorm, he manages to make his way smoothly away from the crowd, thinking they might've been whispering stuff about him being odd when clearly no one even saw him pass through.

Rummaging in his pocket for the key, he pulls out the small metallic object. But before he could thrust the key up into the doorknob, it flung open.

"Oh? Are you my roommate!?"

The chattering hallway was immediately silenced as the mega phone like tone of voice dominated the entire atmosphere. He was a loud person, Akaashi thought.

"Y-yes, but you may want to keep it do—"

"Ah? What are you nervous about! These guys," he points behind Akaashi with a grin, "They're all my buds! Right? Hey!" he starts as the students behind Akaashi laughed and followed his lead, "Hey, hey, hey!!"

It surprised the black haired male to see them, even the mean looking ones just go along with this mans quirks. He must be popular then.

"Anyways, come in! I'll show ya around." Bringing his hand on Akaashi's smaller frame from behind, he flinches from the contact and squeaks silently with the door clicking behind him closed. Sighing, he takes a long look at each corner of the dorm. It only held two beds from each side and two study tables. Typical.

He then reviews over his roommate's side of the dorm, it wasn't as neat as he expected from him. His bag was wode open with papers bulging out, his sheets were torn off the mattress, and what caught his eye was a volleyball jersey displayed on his pillow.

So that's why he was so popular, he thought.

"Sorry about the mess there, didn't expect my roommate to come until tomorrow." Bokuto follows Akaashi's eyes, giving him a sheepishly smile while scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. "But enough about that, I forgot to introduce myself." he swung his right arm toward Akaashi, "My name's Bokuto, Bokuto Koutarou, second year college student."

Fumbling with the box, Akaashi quickly places it down on his side and bows in respect, "Sorry, I didn't know you were a senior....Senpai." he can feel his skin crawl with goosebumps from the honorific rolling out of his tongue like a female character in a shonen manga, "I'm Akaashi Keiji, first year college student. Thank you for having me here."

After that small introduction Akaasgi managed to pull off, he was giving himself a pat on the back for actually interacting with someone normally with out bluntly saying anything out of the blue.

Or so, he thought.

"A-ah, no, it's fine. You can just lay off the honorifics, Kaashi. Bokuto is fine."

He was caught off guard by the sudden nickname he was given. I guess they were in that bases now. Akaashi gets up from his position and gives him a small nod, "Very well, Bokuto."

The room fell into a deep silence, other than the sound of Akaashi's stuff being carefully put away properly. His other stuff were still downstairs in his mother's car, he'd have to hurry un packing. But his movements were not only slow, nor careful, it was as if he was trying not to mess up or do something embarrassing as he felt golden eyes just grazing at the back of his head.

"Say, Kaashi," flinching again from Bokuto's sudden call, "Do you play volleyball? You have pretty big hands for a small boy like you."

"Have you been watching me?" that's what he wanted to say, instead he was flustered and pushed up his glasses to hide his already sweaty self.

"I used to be a setter."

Putting his leg down, Bokuto's eyes lightens up with a sparkle, "Really!? Then join the volleyball club here!" jumping off of his bed while looking at Akaashi with hope glittering his golden eyes.

"There's a volleyball club here?" to Akaashi, all he thought of college was just study, libraries, and cafeteria. He didn't stop to think if there were clubs like the ones during his highschool days.

"Of course! It would've been boring to study if we didn't atleast have a sports club. So, will ya join?" egging him, Bokuto was on his feet awaiting for the males answer.

"No."

Ah, that was too blunt.

"EHH?! Why not? You must be a pretty good setter!" His eyes trail at the tips of his seniors hair. They were dropping down as if they too were also feeling his emotions. Afraid that he might've hurt the males feelings, he quickly apologized and explained.

"Sorry, it's just, I think there will be mroe better setters for your team, Bokuto."

"Hm? But we don't even have a setter."

Akaashi's mouth closes, not knowing how to tell Bokuto that he was just not the type to be outgoing and indulging himself into prying eyes. Sure, he was able to sought out his passion in volleyball back in middle school and highschool, but that was only because he was never noticed by some people. During official games, he'd only have his hair slightly grown a bit to hide his eyes whenever he plays to avoid feeling thw pressure by the crowd. Sometimes, he'd allow himself to be seated during an entire game and watch his other setter take his on his role.

Yet somehow on his third year, he manages to catch the title of being captain.

"I'm just not cut out for it, Bokuto." he twiddled with his fingers from both habit and to ease his sweaty palms, "I'm not a pretty good setter."

"Show me first, and I'll be the one to comment." Bokuto huffs and crosses his arms with a childlike pout forming on his mouth, "And for the record, I think you're pretty."

And that was the beginning of Akaashi's heart always beating harder whenever he was with Bokuto.

After four months of adjusting into the new world, Akaashi had gone through the months according to his neatly made schedule. But even so, the past four months was also filled with Bokuto's never ending pleads for him to join the volleyball club and be their setter.

Which leads to him now panting in his sweaty attire with Bokuto still high on stamina and determination.

"One more, Kaashi. Give me a good toss!" with that being said, the setter runs into his position after one of their teammate's had flung the ball up. With long fingers easily grazing the ball and fitting his hands perfectly, Akaashi delivers it to his right to where Bokuto had already sprung up with his feet.

Like a big bang, the ball sounded as it looked squished by the floor after having the ace smash it down. Pants were heard from all players, but Akaashi paid no attention to the sweat dripping on his forehead nor was feeling exhausted. His eyes were more focused on the way Bokuto had spike the ball and landed perfectly on his feet.

And it was oddly satisfying for Akaashi to keep seeing his only friend send him straight into an awe.

That being said, it wasn't the only thing that was seen by just him, but the fact that he has done it ever since he has gotten in the team, it was so obvious to everyone that he was staring at their ace.

No one bothered to say a word about it, but being with an airheaded captain, at some point without Akaashi by the distance, they would run forward to him and say, "Looks like you've caught a really rare attention there, Bokuto."

And it always ends with, "How do you catch someone's attention though?"

Blowing a whistle far from the team had broken his stare from the captain. Before any of them could gather up, there were cheering from both above and below the sidelines of the gym.

"Bokuto senpai! You did so good!"

"What an amazing spike!"

"You really are an unstoppable ace!"

Most of them were consist of females. From senior to freshmen, they seemed to be oogling more on his physical appearance more than his passion according to Akaashi. It had been like this ever since he joined, every end of their practice, his senior would always be crowded in a herd of praises and swooning ladies. It was said by his teammates that Bokuto was a sucker for praises, and since he was well known to this university everyone of his adoring fans knew that about him.

And it made his insides churn into an unpleasant twist to see him casually talking to them, more so letting them touch him so freely.

"Akaashi, you seem troubled." another one of his senior who was at the same class as Bokuto, Yukie had spoken as she passes him his water bottle. Looking at to where his eyes were seconds ago, she could see Bokuto and couple of males but more on females gather around him with another round of praising and some gifts given.

"Bokuto has always been gaining a lot of attention ever since he entered the campus," Yukie sighs, "It's getting really annoying, we can't even finish a simple meeting after games." looking back at Akaashi, she let's out a small flinch when she saw him looking almost depressed by staring at Bokuto.

"I wish they'd leave him for his peace." no, that wasn't what he meant. Feelings were not a stranger to Akaashi, he wasn't oblivious of his own emotions. He knows what he has between him and the ace, and knowing that and seeing something like this happen all the time crushed him. The only thing the setter didn't know was how obvious he was pinning after the ace to his teammates and managers.

"Hey, hey, Bokuto senpai," calls out by a random girl, "Who's that guy over there, the one wearing number 5." she points at Akaashi, who now averted his eyes immediately away from Bokuto and started talking to Yukie.

"Yeah, I don't think we've seen him before."

"Isn't he that nerd from Class 1?"

"I think sensei offered me a tutor from him."

"Wasn't he wearing glasses? He looks kinda hot without them."

Each comment passes to Bokuto's ears made him bite the insides of his cheeks. There was no way they were going after Akaashi.

"Ah, well, that over there ladies is our setter, Akaashi Keiji. He just joined in a month ago so he's still kinda shy." Konoha, another close friend of Bokuto and his teammate steps in the conversation, "He's single but I don't think it's easy to catch a fella like him." he jabs the ace's chest with his arm, hinting him about something with his eyebrows moving up and down.

Wincing at the slight pain, he glares at Konoha, "I don't think it's a good idea to pin for Kaashi, ladies." he finally spoke, this time his tone somehow getting lower only to be noticed by Konoha who was quietly snickering behind his fist, walking away to go talk to the red haired manager.

"Why not, Bokuto?"

"Does he already have his eye on someone?"

Contemplating whether or not he should admit it, Bokuto blurts out, "Yes! Well no! Soon, someone's already have their eye on him and well," glancing slightly at Akaashi with a hint of longing and impatience, he holds himself together and lets out a sigh, "That someone is trying really hard to get him to like them."

"So, did he got mad at you?" Yukie places her hands on his hips as Konoha approaches her with a sly grin on his face.

"No but he did somehow indirectly admit his love." winking at Yukie, who sighed at his little antics.

"You really are an idiot."

"So are those two."

An hour passes, Bokuto managed to get all of his fans out for them to resume packing up and cleaning the gym. Akaashi was silent after the entire fiasco and placed each ball on the basket carefully, still deep in thought about his friend.

Bokuto notices how quiet he has grown. It wasn't the normal kind of quiet he's known to Akaashi, but rather this one seemed to be sad, "Hey, Yukie. What's up with Kaashi? He hasn't spoken to anyone, let alone, me." finally done lowering the net, Yukie sighs once more and lightly smacks his head with her clipboard, earning a small whine from Bokuto.

"Honestly, can't you take a hint Bokuto?"

For the past four months, since Akaashi's first day in the University. When Bokuto had decided to introduce him to his group of friends, despite them being older than him, they could already see how fond the owl haired male was with the smaller male.

Even before Akaashi was introduced, he was all he talks about with them during dismissal or anytime they'd get together. Everytime they'd go ahead to the cafeteria, they can see his eyes caught in his direction all the time. The kind of eyes that showed so much emotion to volleyball.

And once they got to know Akaashi, they thiught to themselves they were going to be fine knowing Akaashi wasn't as dense as their baby like captain was.

Oh how wrong they were.

Akaashi had gotten close to Yukie for the oast two months since she was mostly on her own. Kaori was always with Konoha and Washio since she was in the same class they were, but different schedules. When Yukie found out that Akaashi did too, have emotions for Bokuto, she was giddy. But when she heard him utter out, "I don't think he likes me." that's when the frustration built up. Doesn't he notice the way he was being stared at or even the lingering hand on his shoulder whenever Bokuto pats him?

"What hint?" his tone was troubled, Bokuto was truly lost at this moment, not knowing what had caused his beloved friend to feel this way.

"Try talking to him later, Bokuto," patting his shoulder, "And please, tell him already." letting go of him, Yukie walks away with the rest of the team, leaving Bokuto behind to think.

"Tell him what though?"

Back to their dorms, Akaashi rubs his eyes using his fingers to ease the tension that had been laid upon his shoulders for the past few hours. Admittedly, he has this kind of bitterness flowing in his blood remembering the events earlier, but after a few seconds, those bitterness occurred to his insecurities. He was used to over thinking a lot when he was alone, but never about another person. It was always about him.

Groaning loudly he lands his face on the plush of his pillow, releasing a shaky breath as he looks at the bedside Bokuto owns, "Why did it had to be you?"

"Who are you talking about Kaashi?"

Jolting up at the sound of the door clicking behind him, Akaashi could only stare into his face with the orange light of their room illuminating his features in the dark night. Being roommates was harder when you were living with someone that literally shakes your entire world.

"Nothing." plopping back down on his pillow, Akaashi exhales deeply. To Bokuto, it seemed Akaashi was more frustrated to see him here, but to the timid male, he was just calming his heart from beating erratically inside of him. Hearing his footsteps closing in, he thoughts to himself he was finally going to sleep. What surprised him and made his face flush against the pillow was when he felt his bed dip down from his feet as Bokuto sat down.

"Are you mad at me Kaashi?" Bokuto looks at his back side in worry, "You haven't talked to me after practice. You even left without me today." There was a tinge of guilt inside Akaashi. He didn't realize he left Bokuto alone after he left since they always walk together back in the dorms.

When Bokuto heard no reply, he continues, "Yukie told me something about not taking a hint on something? I don't really get it," golden eyes averting up on their dim light of the room, "But the more I thought about it on the way back, all I could think of was you, Kaashi."

Holy shit, he wasn't going to do it now.

"I know it sounds lame, but I really did thought of what she said and all that pops out was you, you get where I'm getting at, right?" Bokuto had his arms on his legs by now from moving into motion as he spoke. Meanwhile if Akaashi were to sit up, his heartbeat might've been already heard.

Gulping quietly, feeling Bokuto's eyes watching him intently, all he could do was shake his head slowly. He wanted him to go on. He needed to hear where he was going with this. He can feel the vibrations of his light chuckling from his body as Bokuto sighs.

"Usually I'm not afraid of doing something out of the blue, y'know? You've seen me do some weird crap all the time." Akaashi's light laugh muffles against his pillow as he continues, "But when it comes to these, it really gets into me. Telling someone how you feel about them."

The last line made Akaashi almost ascend to heaven. Was he dreaming? Was he expecting too much to know what was going to happen next? The numerous scenarios running through his head all mixing up, causing his cheeks to flare up. They got worse when Bokuto landed a soft palm on the small of his back, jolting a bit from the sudden contact.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that," Bokuto pauses, shifting his position closer to Akaashi, leaning his head next to his ear, "I like you."

Shivering at his warm breath against his ear, Akaashi bit his lower lip at the small rush of arousal from his lower regions, clenching his thighs together to ease himself.

"I like you. I don't know why it connects to Yukie's words, but somehow telling you this at this moment felt kinda right." he gave his back a small stroke for comfort, noticing him tensing after uttering out his sudden confession, "You probably don't like me, Kaashi. It's not everyday you see someone the same gender as you say that nonchalantly." chuckling out sadly, he smiles, "Still, I'm still here for you. So please, whatever is bothering you, tell me. We can dismiss what just happened now."

Not liking the end of his sentence, Akaashi grabs his hand from behind and sits up quick, "No! That's not what I meant, Bokuto." both were in shock and daze. Their faces held a tinge of redness in them, for Bokuto, Akaashi looked way more tempting than he already was with his added messy appearance.

"I-I'm sorry I left you unintentionally." he glances down at his smaller hands being held by himself, fighting away the butterflies as his feet were getting colder, "I was just really troubled by those people," he explains, "It had been a bother to me that you were always crowded by so many people...That I began to look down at myself." he grips his hand as he thought about how painful it was to endure the same scene as earlier everyday.

"What's worse is that I have feelings for you.." Finally admitting with quivering lips, "I like you, but there were so many people better than a squanny nerd like me." sighing, he lowers his forehead on Bokuto's hand that he held, avoiding eye contact. Despite having to hear his confession first, he was in fear of the future he had no idea what held the possibilities that might hurt him.

"Kaashi, why do you think I came here, sitting down on your bed, and telling you that I like you," each line he said, his voice was going lower, huskier, followed by moving his hand away from his forehead and cupping his cheek, "And just you."

Akaashi was shaking on his spot. He didn't know what to do consisting this was his first time to be experiencing this. And his first instinct?

Was kissing him.

It caught Bokuto off guard and balance, luckily he stabilizes himself by carrying his weight with one hand leaned on the mattress, and the other pulling Akaashi closer in the kiss. Both males were stuck being oblivious to each other, now getting addicted into something that they've wanted for so long ever since they've encountered each other.

Akaashi whimpers a bit feeling Bokuto's tongue swipe his lower lips for entrance, in obligating, he allows himself to be dominated by the muscled male, letting himself gently fall back into bed with him hovering over him. Hands making their way on his sides to squeeze them, making him squeak and melt into the kiss.

Pulling away panting from the loss of oxygen, they both stared at each other in daze and with so much love.

"I guess you made your own point there, Kaashi." Bokuto teases, lacing his hands together from the side of Akaashi's head.

"Shut up, please." he scoffs, pushing his head to his side to feel less embarrassed of his vulnerable state. Bokuto chuckles, peppering the side of his cheek with kisses and affection.

"I'm kidding, Keiji. I've been wanting to kiss you too."

He sees the way Akaashi's cheeks reddened from calling him by his first name. It felt so right coming from his mouth. And he loved every second of it.

"So why don't you do it again..."

"Do what again?"

"Koutarou..."

"I'M KIDDING— KAASHI WAIT NO, DON'T GET UP."

He laughs, and it was music to Bokuto's ears. Making him flustered above him. Akaashi pulls him by the neck, an inch aay from his face, "Does this mean I'm your boyfriend now?" he asks, his voice lacing with worry.

"Well you are my boyfriend, but you can ve the girlfriend if you want." Bokuto teases once more, before giving his pouting lips a short kiss of confirmation,

"But yes, I'm all yours now, Keiji."

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currentfandomkick · 4 years

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Marinette did Not sign up for this part 5

so, this happened. i would feel bad, but the characters hijacked this story after chapter 1 and i’m just along for the ride and checking that words makes sense.

First part here Previous Here ao3 Here

“Hey Alya, you haven’t been getting more hits on your blog from Gotham lately, have you?” Marinette asked.

Alya rolled her eyes as honestly, could her bestie be any less obvious? She could see the “new” necklace. The one that only shows up when Multimouse is on call. Honestly—why is it everyone keeps thinking she doesn’t know who’s who? She’s the Fox—Illusions and Truth are her bread and butter.

“Now that you mention it,” Alya pulled up her latest stats. “Yes. The whole site—jeez these guys must have just found out and want the scoop from the best source in Paris,” Alya preened.

Marinette acted… different after she got that answer. Moved in on herself. Alya could feel the attempt at a cover-up before she even asked.

“Hey, is something up?”

“Nothing! Nothing is up, why would something be up! Ha, that’s a good one Alya!”

Ah, the miraculous-related tic was in full swing then. Marinette isn’t exactly the most in-the-know miraculous user, and the Mouse is always taken back after its been used. She could be forgiven for assuming Alya, the expert in all things Miraculous second only to the Original duo and their boss, would not know that something was going on in a certain spotted heroine’s life, and it was all hands on deck.

“Okay,” Alya switched to her theory notes, “Any new names to add to the ‘would not be surprised if they were Hawkmoth’ list?” Marinette is a goldmine on this topic, and while miraculous adjacent, definitely able to ease the whole ‘not in control’ and helpless feelings this situation was probably stirring in her girl. She knew it was for herself atleast.

Marinette perked up with a familiar ‘I know what you will say, but lets do this anyway’ type of sly smile. “Okay, so we do agree that it has to be someone that knows Gabriel’s schedule and doesn’t want to interfere with it for the most part, right?”

“Well,” Alya wasn’t letting this hunch go anytime soon, no matter what LB and Chat said about evidence against. She knew she was onto something with it, and for all she knew, some miraculous magic could be interfering. “I still say it could be him and Natalie taking turns, but that doesn’t rule them both out.”

Marinette shot Alya a look, of the ‘I strongly disagree, but feel it is futile to remind you why’ variety.

“I’m kidding, your boss isn’t Hawkmoth, I know… He’d totally have better designs for akumas if he was.”

Marinette leaned forward conspiratorially. “You should have seen him tear into the Bubbler one when I brought it up as an example of horrible design. His face was perfect!”

Alya would love to imagine the many, many ways to torment Gabriel after what she and Nino have come to understand about the man from their friends. Ranging from negligent and uninvolved control freak at best to manipulative, victim-blaming, and abusive POS. If Adrien and Marinette were a little less attached (re: not pedestalling the man so much), then she could get them to see the truth and they could go over the pair’s options to get them both away from his BS and make the man pay for the all the crap he put Adrien through, and was starting to put Marinette through. Why else would the girl be running herself ragged—especially the past week—if the man wasn’t a demanding asshole boss?

“That’s great, next time, get a pic or vid and share the love.”

“I will, so I met another one of his suppliers and…” Alya began to take vicious notes, glad for Marinette’s attention to detail on these things. It made looking for possible Hawkmoths much easier on her and Max—yes she knows who Pegasus and Cowboy are, Markov in a hat is still Markov in a hat. It was a wonder that no one else noticed.

Alya grinned when she saw Trixx peek out of her hiding place, a wide smile that reminded her exactly why Alya could catch everyone’s identity while her friends still hadn’t put together she’s Rena; a Fox casts illusions. To do that well, you have to learn to seek and see the truth, and get your evidence. And Alya? Is a damn good fox.

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Tim hates his stupid insane list of designers. He managed to knock of half by using his own damn filters, thank you very much for dominant genes from the Wayne side that could be seen visually. It knocked out a good chunk (about two thousand out of five thousand) on hair alone. He decided he would let it keep running for those that linked their socials to their psueds and aliases.

The problem was the handful (about ten) that didn’t. He’d have to meet them in person, used his glasses to get pictures, and run those against social media posts in Paris to find out who these more private designers were—all to find out if they really are in the right age range, and if their natural features do put them in the ‘likely a Wayne’ category for Wayne dominant traits (and those possible given Bruce’s own DNA makeup, which he doesn’t know Tim has. Hey, he’s the Robin that Gets Shit Done, never said he was the polite one. That’s Dick’s job, not his.)

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Adrien hates not having Plagg with him. Not that Tikki isn’t great and all! Really! Just… he misses him and his stinky cheese, okay?

“Adrien,” Natalie knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

Natalie entered the doorway, but no further. “When is Marinette free for consultations next? we have a high end client who would like to commission her as soon as possible.”

“Give me a minute…” Adrien checked his ‘overseeing Marinette’ schedule on his phone. “Uh, she has walk-ins around four until five tomorrow.”

“Excellent. Will she be at her home or the studio Gabriel has provided for consultations?” By her tone, he could tell which Natalie and Father would prefer.

“Let me check with her.”

“See that you do.”

Adrien sent a lipstick, X arm lady, and house emoji to Marinette.

In a minute she sent back a thumbs up and apartment building emoji.

“Studio it is.”

Natalie nodded. “Excellent choice. I will let them know to be there at four ten, given Marinette’s… difficulty arriving on time.”

Adrien grimaced a bit on that as yeah… no longer having a Danger sense meant her punctuality was… not very good. “Are they speaking to Marinette or MDC?”

He’d need to know if he should just pick her up or not. MDC didn’t have to get picked up—designers to celebrities are allowed to be late and can blame it on getting caught up in a few details on a commission design for a walk-in consultation. Marinette was tied to the Gabriel Brand and needed to reflect that, therefore, be there on time and ready.

“Marinette for now, though they expressed an interest in MDC as a budding designer, and they are well within the MDC price range,” Natalie hinted.

Adrien kept the hiss growing in the back of throat quiet. Marinette chooses who MDC works with, not his Father.

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Stephanie is both delighted and upset when she sees Cass. As its Cass—she probably figured it out already damn it!—but its Cass and she missed her since she left a few months back for a mission and got caught up in the Chinese crime scene again.

“Hey Cass!”

Cass grinned when she saw Steph and made her way over.

“Found her!”

Stephanie was gutted. She really wanted to win, just this once, at a detective thing. You know, be the normal one that managed to out-do the prodigies and geniuses. Not to be again. “Oh, that’s great. Where is the baby bat?”

Cass shook her head. “Not her, Soup Girl.”

Stephanie opened and shut her mouth. Then lit up as she still has a chance! “Oh, right—right! You said you wanted to meet her a while back.”

Cass nodded. “Her family is nice.”

“Did you talk to her or…”

Cass shook her head. “Busy.”

“Ah.” That made sense. “Well, uh, still competing?”

Cass raised an eyebrow. That was a yes.

“Maybe we should work on helping her on the hero side of things together, you know, so we don’t freak her out when we all swarm her place. Make the whole thing a bit less…”

“Dramatic.”

Stephanie nodded. It would help ease the girl into the family, and keep Cass on that case instead of finding Baby Bat for a bit. Win-Win for Stephanie and Baby Bat.

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Chatte Noire really, really hates dealing with akumas. She's built for strategy, to see tricky parts and work out how to make them safer for the team and minimize risk. She is not made to be Chatte Noire. Yet here she is, in an akuma attack, trying to play the role of a Black Cat—identify and destroy threats to the team. Problem is, she lacks Chat Noir's heightened ability to sense danger. In fact, she lacks it completely--and she knows the team isn't happy.

The attack is taking longer than it would if she was Ladybug. This would be over if she had just managed to keep her big mouth shut and not talked to Aquaman. Then the Justice League wouldn’t be involved. Then the whole promise to Murder Robin would not be broken and Paris would already be saved for the day instead of dealing with another Sandboy attack going on well into the night, with a cure that won’t be able to handle fatigue, energy renewal or relax the body for sleep post ‘I’m scared out of my mind’ fear.

She made sure to avoid this Sandboy’s attacks and she would save whoever got caught. Her Cataclysms may not be as strong as Chat’s (his do make the whole thing go away) but she is just as quick on her feet and just as good at getting civilians out of danger.

“Chatte!”

“On it Buggaboy! And not yet!”

It was too off for the Lucky Charm. They’d need Viperion, and he was stuck underwater with Aquaman trying to get him out at the moment. Until then, she just had to minimize damage, keep civilians away from their nightmares hunting them down, and keep moving and planning and work everything out while playing bodyguard for the team at Cha—At Mr. Bug’s call.

She hopes things turn out okay.

Then she sees a bat symbol and the world vanishes.

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Red Hood blinked when he saw some girl running around on rooftops in… Isn’t Chat Noir supposed to be the cat one? Where the hell is Ladybug—and why is some guy in her place? Shit, did the baby bat lose her miraculous or was it stolen? Damnit, now he has to steal it back for her!

“Okay, how did LB get hit when she isn’t even here?” The fox girl groaned as she dodged another attack. “Aren’t these guys supposed to go after who’s scared of them?”

The bee girl rolled her eyes. “More than just Ladybug can be terrified of the bats. They’re the Ghosts, remember?”

“Hey, can we argue about fears and who has rights to them some other time?” fake ladybug asked, flinching and moving closer to the Turtle guy. “Uh, Chatte, that way!”

Cat girl—Chatte— said something he didn’t catch and grabbed a kid stuck in a mob and bounce out.

“I—” the boy threw his hands up. “We’re screwed. She really, really isn’t getting the whole Cat thing.”

Red Hood pulled out his guns, checking that the darts were loaded and aiming for Spots.

“Chatte---guy with a gun!”

This time cat girl managed to look over and froze. She started… hyperventilating? Shit—kid’s having an attack.

Red Hood lowered his gun and made sure to get closer to her---seeing as the other heroes—Dragon girl, Monkey boy and Snake Guy were busy with the bee and fox girls trying to circle some kid on a pillow. No clue where the other kid in black was, but the cat girl losing it? that was his current focus.

“Kid, come on, breathe.”

“Oh my—” the kid looked at him like he was the threat. “Fuck, no—I shouldn’t have talked back to---shit. Shit, now I’m gonna—”

“VOYAGE!”

Just like that, Red Hood was dropped into Gotham harbor. Jason didn’t even get to look around to see what happened. He did manage to tread water and work out which was to go to get to shore.

“Oracle!”

“Jesus Hood—sending Robin to your location. What happened?”

“Some kids stole baby bats’ jewels, some akuma attack, the actual cat thief was hyperventilating and then I end up here.”

“Oh, B is not going to like this.”

“I already don’t like it.” Batman growled out over comms. “Did someone say voyage?”

Red Hood wracked his somewhat waterlogged brain. “In French, yes.”

“One of the local heroes.” Jason could feel Bruce’s annoyance. “Why were you in Paris.”

“Well,” Red Hood kept swimming to shore. “When you find out a long lost bat is in life threatening danger, one must locate and meet this possible winner of the ‘avoided having crappy parents raise me’ lottery to give a well-earned ‘congrats, you’re a well-adjusted person in a family of crimefighter! Mazel tav.”

“Hood.” Robin began on a private channel. “We need to talk.”

“Gotta go B, life to live, baby bat to find.”

“Red Hood!”

“Bye!” Red Hood climbed out of the harbor, finding his baby brother on his motorcycle that was definitely not Bruce-Approved.

“What’s up buttercup, didja miss me?”

Robin scowled at him. “Of course not, the world is more peaceful without the drivel that falls out of your mouth.”

Red Hood snorted. “Yeah, and that’s why you hide in my room all the time.”

Robin refused to make eye contact, shoving Red Hood onto his bike. “Is it true, did my sister lose her miraculous?”

“Unless she’s B and Catwoman’s lovechild and she decided to embrace it.”

Robin was quiet on the way to the cave. “…how long would it take to get the pilot to return and take me to Paris?”

“…you’d make it there around their in time for dessert.”

Robin frowned. “that’s not soon enough.”

“Closest you’ll get. And don’t’ think you’re going alone.”

Robin frowned. “I am not exposing my sister to you.”

“She’s our sister first of all,” Red Hood corrected. “and second of all, I have a bet to win, and I’m behind thanks to this portal guy. So I’m coming.”

Robin rolled his eyes. “Only if you get past Father and Alfred.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Robin smirked as they pulled into the Batcave.

“Father, I believe Red Hood needs your full attention given he was in the harbor for so long, and we all know how cold they are this time of year.”

Jason decided Damian was by and far his least favorite sibling in that moment. “Wait, B, no, look—no signs of hypothermia, no shaking, just need to change and—”

“I will check and ensure you don’t develop it with Alfred on standby.”

Jason glared at Damian, already stripping from his Robin gear with that self-satisfied smirk. “Traitor!”

“I simply want what is best for my siblings, how is that wrong?”

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I hope this gave you all a good idea of what’s going to happen next… I do love the Batfam and all, but some of their approaches here… no good and need to have that hit over their head.

And if I��m screwing up ladybats characterization, feel free to let me know so I can fix it---going off what I could find from DC fans and lore but I also do not know these characters inside and out, and want to do them justice.

OH and for anytime i refrence princess Justice, got a refrence for you now! picture the one made by @tinymelonbug right here with the only (maybe?) change being that below the cut it is cut off as a romper: Here

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writernomore · 4 years

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Okay so today I will present to you with a angst one-shot of BNHA and who will be the lucky character to make people cry?

Our one and only Bakugou Katsuki!

All characters will be above the ages of 20+

Warning: , ANGST, some fluff in the end.

Story will continue below the cut

Author note: I managed to squeeze this out before I start studying for exams.

Bakugou Katsuki the man who was able to conquer your feelings and steal your heart back in Highschool in UA.

The both of you loved each other to no extent, no matter what happened back then back in UA, it didn’t affect your relationship with Bakugou.

However your relationship and life wasn’t always a field of flowers, it would be a bed of thorns from time to time.

You and Bakugou had graduated UA and are working as Pro Heroes, at first it would be after patrolling you and Bakugou would meet with eachother and have lunch breaks together.

Exchanging texts here and there, leaving eachother gifts on their desks.

Movie nights where it’s just the two of you.

but, now..it seems like a distant memory since they were all 3 months ago, both you and Bakugou are striving as heroes both of you busy, but you always made it your mission to atleast make an appearance like: leaving sticky notes on Bakugous desk with quotes and sayins like “I love you my number one hero” with a heart in the end.

Going to a cafe and picking up coffee for you and him, which you always leave Bakugou’s coffee on his desk.

You and Bakugou’s schedule is pretty far off but you still do those things always texting him but he never seems to reply, and your always left on read.

He hardly acknowledges you now and it shows, saying hi to him but he never says it back.

He hangs out with his friends more than you, and he basically drowns himself with hero work.

You know he is striving to become number one hero, but it’s just getting to much for you, you miss the Bakugou you cuddle with, the Bakugou you give goodbye kisses to....

Where’s my Bakugou? I want him back....

As you were going down the stairs you saw him, Bakugou with his friends or the Bakusquad you call it.

You quickly ran down the stairs and hugged him from behind giving him a startle.

“Baby!” You said looking up at him but, that sight was nothing that you had expected.

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You were in your apartment just wrapped in a towel because you had just finished showering, upset you opened your phone.

You were upset.

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You looked u at Bakugou and saw him with an angry expression(??)looking down at you, your smile dropped and let go of him.

“Tch, Let’s just go”

He said and walked away, Kaminari, Kirishima and Mina just looked at you and gave you apologetic looks.

You just waved at them and just turned around and walke down the stairs going home.

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You just sighed and got off your bed and went to put on some clothes and dried your hair, ready to go to sleep.

In the morning you had to patrol around the city early so you quickly went to get yourself breakfast and went go on your morning patrol.

Your patrol starts at 6am and ends at 11 for a lunch break.

You were walking down the sidewalk with your hero suit on, clearly you didn’t have anyone to patrol with you always wanted to patrol with Bakugou but since your schedules are different you just dealt with it.

You remember distinctly that he assured you that he will always have lunch breaks and text you when he finishes his so the both of you can eat together.

But now, you just sit there alone on a table in a restaurant, you were just looking down at your food and not bother looking around in hopes of seeing Bakugou.

The restaurant door opens and you look up, and see Bakugou Katsuki himself your eyes widen but, you remembered yesterday and just went back to eating your food to upset to even look him in the eye.

But you were kinda startled when a tray of food was slammed on the table your were eating on, You saw Bakugou there sitting in front of you, in disbelief you just stared at him.

“What?” Bakugou said not sounding annoyed, which you knew him long enough that he doesn’t intend it to sound that way, but if he were talking to someone else they would just stay silent and cower in fear, thinking they did something to piss him off.

You just shaked your head “Nothing, Nothing” You said quietly that seemed to come out as a whisper but he heard you anyways.

You went back to eating your food but stopped cause you wanted to get something out of your chest and talk it out with him.

“We haven’t talked to eachother for a long while..” You said and Bakugou just hummed in agreement.

“ ‘ve been busy with hero work” He said taking a bite of his food.

“Or... your trying to be busy with hero work..”

“Hah? What do you mean?”

“You make time for your friends but not for me”

“Don’t be selfish Y/n”

Selfish? We haven’t hang out with each other for 3 months, in what sense do you call me selfish?

“Selfish” You snarled at him.

“Yes” He said without looking at you and just at his phone

“We haven’t seen each other for 3 months” You whispered-shout at him trying not to make a scene and make the attention on the two of you.

“We’re seeing each other now” He said still not looking up at you.

That was it, it was starting to look like he preferred hero work and his friends over you, his own girlfriend.

“It’s like you prefer work and friends over me, what? you’ll rather lose me than your friends and job??”

“Maybe...” He says with a smirk and snickering.

Your eyes went wide.

Unbelievable

“Well then...since you prefer losing me then we’re over” You said sternly fighting the urge to cry right there and there.

You stood up and walked back to the agency.

5 years later

You had stopped becoming a hero and retired since it really wasn’t working for you and just became a singer instead, you were a good singer so why not finally put it to use , write some songs and sing it.

Your songs always succeeded to inspire people and made way to their hearts, all your songs always came from your heart whether it was something about in the past or an inspiration that comes to mind.

A matter of fact your first song was about Bakugou, and still managed to be a star hit.

Your manager came to you because you recently were called to sing at a school entrance in UA where you used to study.

Gladly you accepted.

But what you didn’t know was a certain Ash Blonde was going to be there to make a speech in front of the new generation of Heroes.

You were getting ready in the little dressing room in UA, fixing your dress and hair before going on stage to sing in front of the whole school.

You got up and waited there in the entrance, waiting for your cue to go up and sing.

You heard some footsteps and people chatting but you just brushed it off.

Bakugou POV

I was invited to make a speech at UA as a Pro- Hero.

(I won’t say if he’s the Number 1 hero or Number 2 hero, you guys can decide)

Me, Kirishima, Mina and Kaminari were walking up to the entrance, Mina and Kirishima chatting away while Kaminari was just listening to music with his earphones on and eyes glued to his phone.

I looked ahead and then I saw her the same (H/c) girl I fell for back then in my days when we were the ones studying in UA.

I stopped walking and just stared at her, she was still the smae, Beautiful.

3rd view POV

His friends stopped walking when they noticed Bakugou wasn’t walking along with them anymore, they turned around and just saw him there eyes shining, they turned around again to see what he was looking at then they saw you.

You were wearing a spaghetti strap dress in the color of gray.

They all looked at each other and gave the same mischievous smirk and went behind Bakugou to push him towards you.

You turned around because you heard someone screaming/shouting, you saw him.

Bakugou Katsuki.

You fully turned around and both your hands that you were cluching on top of your chest fell to your sides with one holding a mic.

You saw him there standing in front of you.

Bakugou was towering over your small frame.

“You grew tall..” You said smiling awkwardly.

“Yeah..and you didn’t” He said smirking.

You hit him in the chest.

“Good to see you too teddybear” He said softly

You just huffed and hugged him, burying your face into his his chest.

His strong arms wrapping around you, “I missed this..”

Same here....

GIF NOT MINE

I hope you guys liked it!

I’m not pretty good with writing so why not start now and practice?

#bnha #bnha headcanons #bakugou #bakusquad #katsukibakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #angst #angst with a sad ending #angst writing #my hero academia #mha #mha x reader #mha x poc!reader #mha bakugou #mha bakugo x reader

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halstudandruz · 5 years

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Where I’m Meant to Be

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Mouse x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Mouse goes back to the Rangers, and goes silent.

Warnings: None

A/N: Sorry this one took so long I restarted it a few times before I settled on a story line, hope you enjoy it!

As I was sat in the doctors office I couldn’t help the flutter that was clear in my stomach. I tried to occupy myself, nervously playing with my hands looking around at all the posters hung up around the walls. Some of them only making me more nervous. If I’m being completely honest, I didn’t know why I was here. I already knew. I knew even before I took the 3 at home tests, but I guess I just needed a formal confirmation in order to stop psyching myself out. The doctor opened the door smiling just as he went to shut it I felt my phone buzz and looked down to see “Jay Hal” pop up on my phone. Which wasn’t anything abbormal and I had just heard from Mouse a few minutes before so I quickly silenced it turning my attention back over to the doctor. “Well, Ms. [Y/L/N], it came back positive. Congratulations.” He smiled at me and then went on to explain to me everything I needed to know and what I could look forward to in the coming weeks before my next appointment. After returning to my car I opened my phone back up to see a couple messages from Jay consisting of variations of “call me when you get a chance.” I started my car up and began to head on my way home calling Jay in the meantime.

“Halstead.” Jay answered, clearly without looking at the caller ID, his voice ringing over the Bluetooth in my car.

“Yeah, what’s up.” I asked him knowing he would recognize my voice.

“When the fuck did he decide this? Are you really okay with it?” He spit out anger taking over his voice.

“Huh?” I asked confused.

“Greg.” He stated, and I knew it must’ve been bad considering Jay used his actual name.

“What’d he do?” I asked still confused.

“He just told me so you don’t have to avoid the subject with me anymore.” Jay huffed.

“Honestly Jay I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I answered camly.

“Oh okay, I gotta go then.” Jay stumbled out.

“Absolutely not, Halstead tell me what’s going on.” I rushed out before he hung up.

“Really [Y/N], this is something you should talk to him about.” Jay answered clearly realzing he had messed up.

“Yeah well too late for that, spill.” I shrugged even though he couldn’t see me.

“He told me he’s thinking about going back in.” Jay sighed heavily, my heart dropping to my stomach at the words.

“No he’s not. Stop screwing with me.” I laughed nervously.

“I promise I wouldn’t mess with you about this, I just figured you’d be the first person he would talk to..” Jay trailed.

“Yeah.. me too.” I sighed telling Jay that I had to go before hanging up. I spent the rest of the day in anticipation waiting for Mouse to come home. As much as I couldn’t wait to see him after my doctors appointment after Jay’s call I seemed to feel the exact opposite. I was a mix of emotions none of which I thought I’d be feeling in the same day. I didn’t react whenever Mouse came walking in the door. He walked up behind me from where I seated on the the couch.

“Hi babe, how was your day?” He asked leaning down to kiss me on the head.

“Fine.” I mumbled not averting my attention away from the TV although I couldn’t even tell you what I was actually watching.

“Okay..What are we doing for dinner? Cooking or ordering in? Or do you want to go somewhere?” He asked trying to get my attention rubbing my shoulders.

“Up to you.” I shrugged.

“What’s up?” He asked cautiously. I looked back at him but turned back around not answering. I wasn’t sure if at this point it was smarter to get in a fight with him or just give him the silent treatment so far I’d just been running with the latter. “[Y/N], come on talk to me.” He begged.

“Now you want to talk?” I asked harshly. He sighed in realization.

“Okay just hear me out..” he began.

“No Greg. No. We live together we’re supposed to be building a life together, and that means including each other in little decisions let alone deicisions as big as this. But honestly whatever. If you don’t look at it that way that’s fine. Do what you want.” I started off yelling but ended up whispering by the end of my rant. I looked at him tears flowing down my face as I walked towards our bedroom slamming the door. It didn’t take long for Mouse to come knocking at the door slowly opening it.

“[Y/N], I’m so sorry. I just didn’t want to worry you until I knew for sure what I was doing. I didn’t even know if I could get my record removed, and I thought it only made sense to tell Jay first. He knows what it’s like. He was by my side through it all and I just thought it’d make more sense. I still want to talk to you about it. It’s just that whenever I’m over there I feel like I’m something good. I’m fighting the bad guys, I’m making it better for everyone here. But I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing here in Chicago. I don’t know if I’m doing good here. Other than to you and Jay I’m really just nothing. I meant something when I was over there.” Mouse explained to me. I wanted to yell and him scream at him that I needed him, he meant everything to me. That he’s doing good by staying here with me. That he was going to have a son or daughter and they needed him here. He was going to be a dad, and was definitely not going to be just a “nobody.” But I couldn’t. I couldn’t use that to guilt him into staying. I couldn’t keep him back from doing what he was meant to do, or atleast what he felt like he was meant to do. So, I let him go. I let him go without telling him any of that. Standing at the airport I was still struggling. He needed to know about the baby right? It was absolutely killing me not being able to tell him, but I didn’t want him to think I was trapping him. So, I went about it the best way I could. I stood with Jay giving Mouse our final hugs, ready to send him off. Away from us. “I love you so much.” Mouse said hugging me tightly.

“Greg... I know this probably isn’t the best time to do this, but you need to know before you leave..” I started looking down. He looked at me confused. “I’m pregnant. You’re gonna be a dad. I wanted to tell you before. So bad, but I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to stay. I didn’t want you to think I was guilting you, but I just need you to know that now more than before you need to be smart babe. Come home to us safely please.” I begged beginning to cry. Jay and Mouse had the same shocked expression on their faces when I looked up. Right the last call for the flight went over the intercom. Mouse seemed frozen in shock still so I pulled him into a hug repeatedly telling him how much I loved him before kissing him. He did the same before hugging Jay tightly heading off towards the plane.

I had been able to talk to Mouse almost every other day either on the phone or video chat which was kind of shocking knowing how hard their schedules can be. So whenever the calls became more infrequent I wasn’t too shocked. It wasn’t until it had hit the 2 week mark of no communication that I got nervous. Jay and I had talked about it and he tried to calm me down, but he was nervous too I could tell. Everyday that went past I got more and more sick. I couldn’t live without Mouse. Getting through the few weeks without him gone was horrible enough but to actually lose him? To not plan for him to come home? To plan for a funeral instead? These thoughts flooded my mind. As I was distracting myself one night with work I heard a knock at my door. My heart immediately dropped to the floor thinking, this is it. This is the moment my life is going to change for the worse. I took a huge deep breath before opening the door, and of course at my door there was soldier. But not just any soldier. Mouse. It took me a minute to process, but I quickly lept into his arms throwing him off balance a little making him chuckle. “What are you doing here!?” I asked not letting him go so he just walked in the house with me wrapped around him.

“I was wrong.” He smiled at me setting me down on the couch along side him.

“What do you mean?” I looked at him confused.

“I’m meant to be here. With you. With our baby. I don’t want you to got through this alone. I want to experience every part of this with you. You make me feel like I mean something and not being here with you... it just feels wrong. Even for the very short amount of time I was gone. I don’t feel complete without you next to me, and I can’t wait to be a dad. I don’t want to miss any second of it.” He said rubbing his hand across my cheek. I couldn’t help the tears that started to roll down my face.

“I thought you died you idiot!” I yelled smacking him.

“Hey!” He laughed “I had to take care of some stuff and it wasn’t the fastest trip back.” He smiled.

“Well you better call Jay he’s been worried.” I giggled.

“Yeah I’m sure that’s exactly what was happening.” He rolled his eyes. Pulling me into him to kiss me. My life had felt like a whirlwind in the last month, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

#chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader #greg gerwitz imagine #greg gerwitz #greg gerwitz x reader #greggerwitzxreader #chicago pd

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princebete · 5 years

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So Wednesday morning I got a call from the same person who hired me at my current job, who was supposed to train since joining as an Esthetician.

She said that “ I am not spunky enough” and not “ what they are looking for” as far as the position and basically discontinued my candidacy in the training program...

thing is...

i never even got to train.

When I was hired in October, my license was still in limbo and I was put on the front desk to learn that basic position, until my license would be posted. Not to mention, when I was hired, their main desk person was there for two days before dropping to one shift a week. So I filled a hole, but I did not get trained appropraitely. Queue the fucking holiday rush. All November and mid-December I worked on front desk... awaiting my license to be approved so I could end the nightmare. I wanted to be a service provider so bad, and then I went to California for christmas, and came back to the desk again... and my family was asking me when I’d start training, and I asked myself this question. And I noticed I had a personal development meeting scheduled... so I though perhaps that I’d learn more front desk until they could train me. And my license had finally been posted...

I feel so mislead and lied to. Like ... I told an esthetician that I consider an acquaintance and SHE IS MORE QUIET THAN ME ... what the fuck

i feel like there is another “non legal” reason... and honestly ... no matter what anyone says. Estheticians and Cosmos are opposite. Esthes are not meant to be with a personality of a cosmo, and when I WAS IN SCHOOL HALF OF THE COSMOS WERE LIKE “ why are you not a stylist?? you have the personality for one!” what the fuck. Esthes are the “spa” relaxing, mellow lighting, soothing music--- massage type of environment. Not the loud obnoxious pop rock music blaring in the background while people scream out their life story over hair dryers and alumnimum foil. No---

no i think it’s bcause of the fact that I am a fuller figure

that because I am larger, the illusion is that-that i move slower and do less.. that because i am big i seem “ Less” and because of this it takes away opportunities. it’s terrible.

it’s a world of outliers. there is no more middle ground it’s either :

body positivity!! and accepting unhealthy behavior

or it’s

“appear” healthy because of ur size ( which is total bull shit) and ur not a health insurance risk, and u fit the social standard that’s been around in post modern era.

.... like i HATE THIS ... i am trying hard right now.

I am HUNGRY, guys. I’m STARVING right now.

I HAVE eaten, I am on a special diet plan to lose up to 5 a week ( yes dropping 5 a week is not as healthy as 2-3... i already know)

I am following a diet plan that was written in 1984!! and for what? so i dont have to worry about being a fat bride!! so I can make more money!! SO I DONT HAVE TO WORK IN A POSITION WHERE I HAVE TO BEND TO THE WILL OF SOME PRIVLEGED SNOB.

this society sucks. it takes away job opportunities, it takes my happiness( well for 6 months...) and i know this isn’t forever, and this is a special metabolism diet plan, so it’s not crash dieting. i mean it is a LOT less food, but it’s healthy... I mean

i get a limit on calorie intake, and i walk after eating consistent meals. they aren’t filling, but i mean-- my stomach is shrinking and that diet world is all backwards all the time anyway. but it SUCKS. i can’t just march up to the fridge and grab a cheese stick right now ( unless weight watchers which if u do, u just track it) -- anyways I digress... but there is just so much pressure and stress, which to me is a lot of suffering just to “ get it right” in the world.

It’s just very sad to go through this, and make an effort ... yet still get rejected... I mean I was kinda disliking the place anyway?? but i was hoping that my training would turn around my feelings and help me reconcile my view. but it was all a lie.

and they paid me less than a desk person... yep. they paid me what an esthetician would make when not taking commission. I feel like i got sucked into this, so they could put me on desk, pay me less, then tell me i wont be working as an esthetician to keep me on desk

... and ever since I’ve been in a state of shock. “ Well” I thought “ at least I have my other $14.50/hr job that makes me a $100 per 8 hour shift. That’s good!” .... but oh no

an email came from my supervisor last night .

Mandatory company wide call at 9 am in the morning. On a Friday... our pay day... in JANUARY.

----o fuck this can’t be good.

and my suspicions were correct....

they disbanded the beauty concierge program. I got my sister a job with this company and she lives on her own with her bf so i mean... she dependso n this too... so it sucks... i am kinda... wow

After 6 years they decide to disband THIS year. The year I join.

So I am now working very part time as a front desk person earning 10.50 and hour with the looming storm of student loans in student view....

anyways i dont know why i spew all this yhere. im looking for an outlet so perhaps some people, you, my friends-- can see what is up.

Honestly.. as far as career goes...

I don’t really know what I want anymore. I know that I dont wanna waste my life on something meaningless, and I feel like I am endlessly searching for something-- learning about the bad parts, and discarding it... but Iwould like to find something where if I find those bad parts, I’d be okay with embracing it and just rolling with the punches.

So far I have not found it yet.

in all honestly, if i could just be a home maker and not work at all, do art and cosplay and sing in the evenings-- that’d be ideal.

Right now I am learning more about UX/UI to see if I could use my art degree and make more money. But... for the most part I am looking up wax specialists, and office administration type jobs... where the front desk person does all the party planning and grocery shopping for the office. lol .. I know sounds lazy, but whatever Ican admit that--- my laziness can be translated to depression.

I just really wanna lose weight... this strict plan isn’t forever. The book I am using the method from strictly outlines that it is a temporary thing just to get metabolism on track using a series of net carbs, good fats and calorie reduction-- so it’s not like it is unhealthy. It’s not like if I went and got some cheetohs or ate a cookie I’d be fucked like if I was on keto ....

tbh I should be a weightloss plan expert I’ve done it all...

but yeah.

anyways-- thanks for listening to my rant

all in all my life isn’t that bad

i have a home

a car

a wonderful cat

a loving fiance

education

and some money to my name. i’m not totally broke.

I am very grateful and i am not to sore about all of this, it’s just crazy that it’s happening within days of eachother. and it kind sucks cuz this means i may not have a paycheck next couple weeks... or atleast a good one. 10.50 an hour my ASS. but oh well it’s SOMETHING.

ALSO .... I might make a blog for tracking my wedding plans-- if anyone likes that suff and wants to follow... I may post reference to that. otherwise <3 love you all

#rant #ooc #the shit went down #fuck 2019 already

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jisungsmochi · 6 years

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wherever you are - m.l part one

summary; based off the song by 5sos, mark is an aspiring idol. you convince him to audition for SM, even if it meant leaving you behind. but could your love conquer it all?

- shitty summary i know but just try and enjoy this ok, this song gets me emo

- also lowkey tried to find a gif to fit the mood of the imagine but failed lmao

- first time attempting proper angst so yah sorry if it sucks

- word count: 2.2k

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for a while we pretended,

that we'd never have to end it

but we knew we'd have to say goodbye

"hey Mark!" you exclaimed while wrapping your arms around Mark's torso. you were both standing outside the school gates, ready to walk home together. he smiled at you brightly, pulling you to his side while beginning to walk. you stayed like that for a while until you spoke up,

"how was your day? i didn't get to see you much" you pouted, causing him to look down at you.

"it was good! i was discussing some music stuff with my teacher that's all" he rubs the back of his neck, you sensed there was something more.

"mhm okay, have you thought about he audition yet?" you regretted asking because that question lead to Mark stopping you both in the middle of the sidewalk.

a few weeks ago you had suggested that Mark audition for SM entertainment in Korea. you knew he had the talent and skills to get into the company, you believed in him whole heartedly. but once you told Mark, he got really tense and couldn't understand why you'd potentially want him to leave you. it wasn't your intention to make it out that way, you just wanted what would be best for him, but he didn't understand. you had an argument about it, but decided to push it away, only for it to be resurfaced at this point in time.

"why do you care so much about that?" he sighed, not trying to show that he was actually getting quite irritated.

"i just want what's best for you" you bowed your head to look at your shoes, unable to make eye contact with him.

"i know you do, but i want to stay here and be with you and go to university together" he mumbled just loud enough for you to hear, trying to get you to look at him.

"but what if we don't even go to the same university, Mark? you can't keep adjusting your life choices so they align with mine." you sighed, afraid of his reaction.

"y/n, how can you say that? is it bad that i want to stay with you? that i actually want us to work?" he started getting even more irritated with you at this point.

"of course i want to be with you, more than anything. but we have different paths in life we want to take. this could be your last chance to show everyone how talented you are. i want you to evolve, even if it means i won't be there" you bit your lip after the last part, regretting your choice of words.

"so what? is this the end of us?" you looked him right in the eyes by now. his eyes were watery, you saw as one tear rushed down his cheek. you wiped it away slowly with your thumb before holding his hands in yours.

"this is not the end of us. i want you to figure out what you want, and i will support you. but i really want you to consider your options. if it's meant to be, nothing will come between us" you assured him, rubbing your thumb slightly along his palm. he nodded gently, before continuing to walk with you. you weren't sure of what the future held, but atleast you had him now.

you were crying at the airport,

when they finally closed the plane doors,

i could barely hold it all inside

he held you tightly. almost too tight, but you didn't care. he was leaving for korea. you both knew he would have been able to make it, and he did. you were beyond proud of him, and he was so thankful to have you support him.

"i'm going to miss you so much" you mumbled into his chest, letting the tears fall, staining his shirt.

"i'm going to miss you too babe, i promise i will make you proud" he softly ran his hands up and down the side of your arms to calm you down. this is what he wanted. this is what he decided. and you couldn't go against that. but why did it feel so painful to see him leave?

Mark didn't cry. he didn't want you to see him break down because he knew he would run back into your arms. as his flight was being called, you held onto his hand tighter than ever before.

"don't forget me, Mark Lee. or i swear i'll come and beat your ass" you joked behind tears, wiping them in frustration.

"i could never forget you even if i tried" he gave a small smile before kissing the back of your hand, pulling you up from the seats and walking to the boarding area.

you still held onto his hand, soaking up his presence for as long as you could. he didn't stop admiring you, even though you were a complete mess at this moment, he still thought you were breathtaking.

"babe, i have to go now. i'll update you on everything! come and visit when school finishes okay? remember, i love you, always and forever" (gosh i totally ripped this off one tree hill sorry my dudes)

you nodded softly, before kissing him. this kiss felt different. it was filled with more emotion than any other kiss you two had shared. as you pulled away, your hands finally detached, his smile faded as he turned his back towards you and boarded the plane. he didn't want to show you that he was upset. that was just him though. as soon as he took his seat on the plane, the tears couldn't stop flowing out. his heart ached at the thought of leaving you, but he knew what he had ahead of him. he knew who he wanted to be, and that's all you had wanted for him.

torn in two,

and i know i shouldn't tell you but

i just can't stop thinking of you

wherever you are

as weeks went on, Mark would update you on his journey in korea. he would send you multiple photos of him doing weird poses near different scenery. he also told you about some of the new friends he's made, as well as how busy his schedule is. you planned to visit him one day, but you were just beginning your own journey through university and it didn't seem ideal for you to go at this moment. you would always update Mark on how you were doing, with fitting in and the work load you would receive.

you laid in bed one night, staring up at your ceiling in your new dorm room. you had multiple stuffed animals lined up beside you, most of them being gifts from Mark. you took one into your arms gently and sighed. you missed him, a lot. he also missed you. you were unsure of how things would unfold, but you had hope that you would be reunited soon. before shutting your eyes, you visioned Mark’s arms being wrapped around your torso, before drifting off to sleep.

[ 3 months later ]

you were well suited into the university lifestyle. you had memorised your time tables and different activities you signed up for. you also made some new friends, one of your best friends as of now, named Renjun. you had met him while you were walking on the streets, looking for a nice place to eat at. he was sketching some trees near a park, and by chance, you happened to observe his drawings. he sat alone, different materials spread out in front of him. you had a spare donut from your little food trip, so you offered it to him, while starting up a conversation.

you and renjun had been inseparable by then. you told him almost everything, especially about Mark.

you and Mark had been talking less frequently, his training had taken up a large portion of his time, pushing you out of the picture.

"hey y/n, are you alright?" Renjun asked while spinning on his chair at his desk. you were both studying in his room, but it consisted mainly of Renjun blasting music while you scrolled through stuff on your phone.

"y-yeah, just thinking i guess" you shrugged, playing with your fingers.

"thinking about Mark?" he sighed, knowing the distance had finally gotten to you at this point. he walked over to your space on the floor and sat beside you.

"yeah, it's just that, i want to call him! and tell him about everything! but he's just so busy and i don't want to bother him anymore than i already do" you groan, putting your head into your hands, an uneasy feeling surfacing your stomach.

"don't say that, i'm sure he wants to call you just as much!" Renjun tried to cheer you up by patting your shoulder softly, maybe he was right.

"it's not that, i'm just scared. i'm scared that he might have lost feelings for me or just doesn't want to see me anymore!" you let out a sigh, unable to express your feelings any further.

"y/n, i want to be honest here. nothing lasts forever, and nothing really stays the same. but if you feel like you have done your part in the relationship, then that's the best you could do! and that should be enough" Renjun laid his hand gently on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

you looked up at him and gave him a sorrow smile, your eyes almost running with tears.

"i guess we'll have to find out what happens next" you sniffle a bit before packing your stuff and heading for his door.

"good luck, you know i'm always here for you" he smiled at you nervously before opening the door for you to leave.

once you had arrived at your dorm room, you dropped your bag onto the floor and slumped your body into your bed. your finger hovered over Mark’s contact name, unsure if you were ready for the confrontation. you needed closure, you needed to set things straight. you needed to stop worrying.

after almost five rings, Mark finally picked up. you could hear some discussions in the background, assuming he was practicing.

"uh hey y/n, what's up?" he spoke, sounding surprised, as expected.

"we need to talk, now." you sternly demanded, not caring if he was busy.

"but i'm kinda busy at the moment, can we just do this another time?" he tried to hurry you along, which you found almost disrespectful.

"when will that be? another three months? i'm sick of it, Mark. i'm sick of the half assed replies, i'm sick of the miscommunication, i'm sick of this distance!" you begin getting aggravated , shuffling around your bed. you heard him move to a quieter area as the noise was blocked out.

"where is this all coming from? i am putting in effort !" he retorted back at you, with a slight touch of disgust in his voice.

"you really don't get it, do you? it's not even about effort anymore! it's about us. and our feelings. i don't even know how you feel about me anymore, and that's what's hurting the most" you sounded small at this point, your voice lowering.

"how about you stop blaming me for everything? i feel different okay? things are different between us right now, and it's both our faults" he was beginning to get agitated himself now.

"it is both our faults, it's our fault, thinking that this would work." you muttered, frustrated tearing now pouring from your eyes.

"what are you saying? you want to break up?" his voice now sounded fragile. as if one more harsh comment would absolutely shatter him.

"you suggested it. i guess that's been on your mind" you mumble, not caring if he heard you at this point.

"y/n, i think that would be ideal right now. you're busy, i'm busy. we don't have time anymore. it would be for the best" he sighed heavily, his breath projecting to your side of the call.

"fine. if that's how this really is going to go down, i'm over it. don't bother contacting me after this, goodbye mark" the last two words were almost projected in a hostile manner. you didn't intend for it to come out as aggressive, but your emotions were over bearing, it seemed like the right thing to say.

after you hung up the call, you tossed your phone to the side and stared at the ceiling. your tears had somehow stopped by then, you held the same stuffed animal in your arms from many nights ago.

"i'll still be thinking about you, wherever you are"

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A/N; Y’ALL CAN BET THERES GONNA BE A PART TWO, pls give me requests or feedback, idk. i’d just like my inbox to not be dry okay !!! thank you !!!

#mark lee #mark lee imagine #nct #nct imagine #nct scenario #angst #nct mark #nct mark imagine #nct dream #nct 127 #nct u #nct 127 imagine #nct dream imagine #nct u imagine

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