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eddiemunsonsimpp · 2 years ago

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Can I request an Angst to happy ending Eddie Munson x Chrissy long oneshot where Chrissy and Eddie are dating and happy and Jason sabotages the relationship by writing a note saying awful things about Eddie and he shows it to Eddie and makes Eddie believe Chrissy wrote it. When Chrissy meets up with Eddie later, she tries to hug him and he pushes her away and she’s confused why he’s acting this way and she asks him what’s wrong and he starts yelling at her in anger and confronts her about the note and shows it to her and she starts sobbing and tries to convince him that she didn’t write it and she tells him she loves him for the first time and when he finally realizes Jason set him up, he apologizes to Chrissy and hugs her and kisses her and tells Chrissy how sorry he is while he keeps kissing her and tells her he loves her too and he ends up taking Chrissy back to his place and they show each other just how much they love each other by having their first time together?

I. FUCKING. LOVE. THIS. CONCEPT. SO MUCH 😭😭😭

so here u go bby I rlly hope I did this justice for u💝🖤🦋

im honestly not very happy w how I ended it, or the smut itself but it’s fine🥲

warnings - 18+! minors pls dni I will throw up, drug ment, ANGSTANGSTANGST!! angry eds 🥺, smut but like,,, fluffy smut💝 slight homophobia/bullying/Jason is literally the fucking worst 🥲 USE OF THE F SLUR!!!

tags - angst, fluff, SMUT :’) established hellcheer 💝,

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It was nearing the end of the school day, thankfully, Eddie thought as he slammed his locker shut. The end of classes meant he would soon be back in his element, comfortable, unbothered. Soon, he would be in the drama room, theatrically leading his group of friends to their imenent deaths - In D&D, of course. The heel of his shoe squeaked against the linoleum as he started towards his second to last class of the day, but not before…

“Hey! Hey, freak!” He stopped in his tracks, preparing himself for whatever sheer dumbassery he was about to endure from the mouth of none other than Jason Carver. He begrudgingly turned around to face the jock, who was holding a small, white piece of paper. “Thought you might want to see what your little girlfriend wrote about you. Mrs. Click caught her passing notes with Haley M.” He started with a mischievous smirk before thrusting the paper into Eddie’s hands. He glanced between Jason and the piece of paper. “She was caught passing notes… and somehow you wound up in possession of them?” Eddie replied flatly. Jason shrugged. “I grabbed it on my way out, you know Click isn’t particularly observant when everyone’s piling out the door.” He lied through his teeth before setting off with his gaggle of goons. Eddie sighed and folded the note gently and shoved it into his pocket to read once he got out of class.

The next hour passed slowly, Eddie drumming impatiently on his desk with his pencil, bouncing his leg up and down. All that was on his mind at this point was the folded piece of paper burning a hole in his jean pocket. What if Jason wasn’t bullshitting him? What if he was right, and Chrissy really did write about him? Surely, Chrissy wouldn’t. They had been dating for nearly 5 months at this point, and they’ve been amazing, not a single flaw from either party in sight. He was absolutely enamored with Chrissy, really. He had even started showing up to pep rallies and games, things he couldn’t possibly give less of a shit about, but, he knew it was important to her.

As soon as the bell rang, Eddie practically jumped out of his chair and went on his way, grabbing the note from his pocket and unfolding it. He just had to know. And, as his eyes scanned over the page, he wished he hadn’t. The handwriting was almost unmistakably Chrissy’s. Soft, pink letters flowed along the page in a beautifully neat pattern. His breath hitched in his throat and his heart dropped as he read the albeit short display of what could only be described as distaste. Disgust. Shaming his hobbies, likes, you name it, all in graphic detail and pretty pink ink. One line in particular towards the bottom stood out to him. It seemed like Jason was right, she was passing this with Haley M. In Algebra, and her reply made his stomach flip and blood run cold.

Definitely ew. Have you seen the way he acts around Harrington? It wouldn’t surprise me if he was a faggot.

He shakily shoved the note back into his pocket with a broken exhale from his nose and decided to leave it for now, he would deal with it later, when he could properly gather his thoughts. Though, unfortunately for Hellfire Club, the session was rushed, and almost sloppy. Everyone could tell clear as day something was bothering him very deeply, but they all knew to not push him. If he wanted to tell them, he would, and that clearly was not the case. Instead, the group of boys just shared uncomfortable glances as their DM tried to still make the session enjoyable for them, but, ultimately failed as it was clear he was itching for the clock to strike 7, an early call for a session, but not uncommon. Once the session was wrapped much to the boys dismay, Eddie quickly got to work cleaning everything back up and breaking down his setup. Gareth and Jeff lingered behind momentarily, debating whether or not to say anything to Eddie. They ultimately decided against it, and, settled on a pat on his shoulder and a knowing glance. “Call me if you need anything.” Gareth spoke seriously before finally catching up with the rest of the club.

As Eddie loaded everything into his van, he noticed the footsteps on the pavement behind him. “Eddie!” A sweet voice called behind him. He turned around and, for a second, nearly forgot about the note as Chrissy stood in front of him, her backpack clutched tightly in her arms and a bright, beaming smile took over her features. “Hey.” He replied weakly, giving her a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “So, I was thinking maybe we could go and grab dinner at Benny’s tonight? On me!” She offered brightly. “Oh, uh- well, I’m a little busy tonight, Chris.” Eddie started. “Oh! Okay, that’s fine!” Chrissy chirped. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” She smiled and leaned in to wrap her arms around him, only for him to pull away from her. Her eyebrows furrowed and her cheerful expression dropped. “Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow, Chrissy.” He replied flatly before rounding to his side of the van, barely even acknowledging the girl. It stung, sure, but, she decided to leave it. She knew he had a hard time at school, especially from her ex boyfriend. It was likely Jason was especially up to his antics that particular day, and maybe Eddie just needed some space. She shot him and affirming smile and cheerful wave as he peeled out of the parking lot.

The next day, however, didn’t go unnoticed. He spent the day damn near avoiding her like the plague. That was, until she followed him into the parking lot. “Hi, baby.” She greeted lovingly and once again, went to wrap her arms around him, only to have her wrist grabbed and gently moved away from him. Her expression dropped and she crossed her arms. “Eddie, what-what is up with you?” She huffed. Eddie wrung a dry laugh, more of a scoff. “What’s up with me? Really?” He towered her. “Yes! You’re being mean.” She spoke quieter now. “I’m being mean? Last I checked I wasn’t the one passing notes, shitting all over my boyfriend.” Confusion overpowered Chrissy’s face. “Passing no-what the hell are you talking about, Eddie?” He sighed deeply and reached into his backpack, retrieving the slip of paper and thrust it into her hands. She stared at the paper, confusion, anger and hurt filled her eyes. “I- Eddie, I didn’t-“ She scoffed. “I didn’t write this - why, would I write this?” She stared up at him. “Don’t play fucking dumb with me.” He spat. He pressed the back of his head against the van, screwing his eyes shut. “I should’ve fuckin’ known, I mean-“ He let out a dry chuckle. “Why would the Queen of Hawkins High actually want to be with me, the Freak.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Eds, I didn’t fucking write this!” Chrissy defended, her shoulders slumping. “Who gave you this, anyway?” She crumpled the paper, tossing it to the side. “Does it even matter? Clearly, I’ve just been a fucking idiot for the past 5 months.” He huffed. “Eddie, I’m telling you, I didn’t write that. None of that’s true. You know I love how passionate you are about your music, I come to your shows every Tuesday! I listen to that Black Sabbath tape you gave me, all the time!” She pleaded. “Well, consider your Tuesday nights free.” He spoke softer now, almost as if he accepted his defeat. “Eddie, please - this wasn’t me!” Her voice wavered as tears pricked her eyes. A dry, shaky laugh escaped his throat and he sniffled, wiping his sleeve over his nose. “No, Chris, I can’t-“ He pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, willing them to dry. He pushed himself off of the side of the van and started off to finally leave. “I love you.” Chrissy spoke suddenly, but softly. She had picked back up the note and had analyzed over the lettering. “Please don’t go. I know who fucking did this.” Her hands shook as she held the paper. Eddie exhaled a shaken breath and turned back around to face her, his expression had softened, tears freely fell down his cheeks now. “You love me?” He asked unevenly. She swallowed thickly and looked back up at him. “This-… Did Jason give you this?” Realization quickly washed over Eddie, only to be chased with incredible guilt. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck-“ Eddie cursed harshly under his breath as he leaned his head back, screwing his eyes shut. He brought a shaky hand over his face. Chrissy slowly stepped towards him until she laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. He dropped his hands around her waist and hugged her tight against him. “I really am a fucking idiot, huh?” He chuckled a little. “I’m so sorry, Chris. I’m- I’m so fucking sorry.” He nearly sobbed out, burying his face in her hair. “I love you.” She murmured, barely above a whisper. “You mean that?” His voice had softened to a near whisper, matching hers. She nodded fervently against his chest. She pulled away from him just enough to look at him. Her once pouty, wobbling lip quirked a small smile, “I love you, and, as much as it upsets my parents, I really do love that Black Sabbath tape you gave me.” She giggled brightly, quickly returning to her usual, smiley self. Eddie returned the toothy grin and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. “I love you.” He spoke lowly. Chrissy beamed up at him and he planted a small kiss on her forehead. “Let me make it up to you, hm?” He held her flush against his chest. She nodded, embracing his touch. “Yeah?” He murmured, rubbing comforting strokes up and down her back. “We can go get Benny’s - on me.”

As the two sat in the run down diner, everything felt fine once again. They had nearly forgotten about the incident as a whole as Chrissy giggled brightly around the straw of her milkshake, watching Eddie try to catch a fry in his mouth, and, failing a few dozen times. Eventually, he theatrically braced himself. “This is gonna be the one, okay? I know it.” He suggests to her with a goofy grin. She nodded and watched, feigning a serious expression. He took a dramatic exhale and held a fry in one of his palms, bringing his other down onto his wrist to launch the fry, almost comically high, and successfully landed in his mouth. Chrissy gasped and fell into a fit of giggles as Eddie pumped his fist in the air in sweet victory. As the theatrics and giggles died down they sat in comfortable silence as they enjoyed their food. Eddie was the one to break the silence, clapping his hands together and pointing at her with his index.

“After this we could go back to mine and watch a movie? Maybe smoke a little, if you’re up for it?” He shot her a lopsided smile. “Okay! What movie did you have in mind?” She chirped. Eddie pondered for a moment, drumming his fingers on the table. “Uh - Well, I’ve got a few I haven’t returned yet,” He started, “But they’re all horror.” He smiled sheepishly, knowing Chrissy wasn’t the biggest on horror. She shrugged, “We can watch a horror movie, I don’t mind - I know you like them a lot.” She smiled at him. “You sure?” Concern washed over his face. “I can always go by Family Video, get Harrington to sneak me something good for ya.” She giggled in response and shook her head. “No, really, it’s okay!” He smiled and popped another fry into his mouth. “Alright, well, you can pick which one we watch then.” She grinned. “Okay.”

Eddie rifled through the small pile of tapes, laying them out on the coffee table. He briefly summarized each movie to Chrissy while he busied his hands rolling a joint. She sat with her knees to her chest, pondering her decision for a moment before landing on Trick or Treat. The pair cuddled up on the couch with a few snacks, haphazardly passing the now lit joint back and forth. Eddie occasionally pressed small kisses to her forehead and she nuzzled her head into his chest, eventually ending up sat in his lap while he drew lazy circles over her thigh. Before they knew it, the end credits were rolling. Chrissy stretched with a yawn before folding her hands over her stomach, gazing up at Eddie lovingly. He returned the sweet gaze and leaned down, situating himself comfortably overtop of her and placing small kisses all over her face, drawing out giggles from her. She tangled her hands in his curls as his lips finally landed on hers. His hands dropped to her waist, setting loving squeezes as she wrapped her arms around his neck as the soft kiss evolved into passionate, calculated kisses. Eddie gently took her bottom lip between his teeth, causing her to arch into his touch. He gripped her thigh, his rings biting into her soft skin. She tugged lightly at his hair, drawing a small moan out of his throat. She grinned against his lips and allowed her hands to travel, playing with the hem of his shirt until he pulled back to shrug it off. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip and she shivered, arching her back until their chests pressed together, their hands wandered all over each other as Eddie slowly trailed his lips over her jaw and down her neck, leaving small bites and marks in his wake. She hummed contently and intertwined her fingers in his hair. He slid his hands over the small space of exposed skin on her waist and trailed his hands up, continuing to pull up her shirt, his cold rings sending goosebumps over her body.

He pulled her legs around his waist and wrapped his arms around her back, quickly carrying her to the bedroom, rarely breaking the kiss as he set her gently down on the bed, towering over her. He pulled away just enough to press their foreheads together, the room being filled with only the sounds of their bated breaths. “Please, let me apologize. Show you how sorry I am.” He begged in a whisper, trailing his hands down to pull off her shirt. He gently traced the fabric of her bra, running his calloused fingers over her pebbled nipples through the lacy fabric. His eyes met hers, pupils blown wide in a puppy dog stare that had her heart doing flips in her chest.

“Please?” He whispered as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her skirt, never breaking eye contact. She swallowed thickly and nodded fervently. “Please, Eddie…” She begged lowly. He tugged her skirt down along with her panties, kneeling down at the end of the bed and gently pulling her thighs spread. He stared up at her in awe. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He breathed as he trailed his fingers lightly over her thighs. Chrissy propped herself up on her elbows, cheeks flushed and staring at him in expectancy and adoration. Eddie slowly trailed soft kisses up her thighs, occasionally dragging his teeth gently over her skin, causing a shaky sigh to fall from her lips. He began planting slow, whisper light kisses onto her heat before dragging his tongue over her slit, causing her to gasp. He soon wrapped his lips around her clit, suckling gently. He rubbed circles into her thighs with his thumbs as he held her legs over his shoulders. She shivered and tilted her head back against the bed, her eyelids fluttering closed. His tongue wrapped tight circles around her clit, a small moan escaping her throat as he slowly built his intensity, focusing more and more on her clit. He teased his middle finger at her entrance, gathering her slick on the calloused pad before slowly pressing into her, curling up against the spot that had her back arching, small moans and mewls freely played off her tongue. He replaced his tongue with his free hand, circling her clit at a quick pace as she grinded down to meet his hand with each small thrust and curl of his fingers. He hummed lightly and bit his lip as he felt her clench around him and her body fell slack against the bed. He rose to eye level with her again, pressing his lips passionately against hers, slipping his tongue past her lips. He trailed his fingers up her arms before letting his hands rest on the sides of her face. She purred against his touch and let her fingers trail down to fumble with his belt. He quickly took over, unbuckling his belt and tossing it to the side as he pulled his jeans down, leaving him in just his boxers.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him flush against her and their kisses became a passionate mess of lips and tongues, both panting and letting soft moans flow into the air. He gripped at her hips and her chest. Eddie quickly tugged his boxers down, resulting in his cock springing forward, resting on his belly. She slowly wrapped a hand around it, guiding him to line up with her heat. He pulled back, breaking the kiss as he slowly pushed into her with a shared gasp before stilling, allowing her to adjust. Once she relaxed around him she nodded, to which he slowly bottomed out, shared ragged breaths fell from the pair. “So perfect.” He purred, intertwining their fingers as he set pace. He went slow, but deepened his thrusts, drawing out more moans and whimpers from both of them. He left a trail of wet kisses over her neck, hot breath fanning over her skin. Eddie lifted her legs up and around his waist, picking up his pace as he chased both of their highs. Chrissy bit her lip and let out a shaky moan, feeling the coil in her belly tighten. Their lips reconnected again, only to be broken. Sweaty foreheads pressed together as they both panted. She felt the coil finally snap as she came undone, broken moans and whimpers fell rampant from her mouth, her eyes screwed shut and her back arched as he continued to thrust through her orgasm, quickly reaching his own. He laid overtop of her and peppered kisses over her face, brushing her now wild hair out of her face. He held her tightly in his arms.

“I love you, sweet girl.” He whispered.

“I love you, Eds.” She pressed a small kiss to his cheek.

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adorerdraco · 4 years ago

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Healing Heart ✧ Draco x Reader Mini-Series PART 2

PART 1

Summary: PART 2 ! of Draco falling in love with reader during his sixth year (HBP) and dealing with the consequences of opening his heart to someone.

Warnings: angst !!! but just a little fluff as always, BLOOD, violence, more crying, very detailed sectumsempra scene, mentions of death

Words: 4.9K

A/N: omg i can’t believe so many people liked the first one and to everyone who left me a comment, I appreciate you so much you have no idea plsss you guys are so beautiful. but here is part 2 and I hope you guys like it as much as the first oneee !!!!!!!! this one got dramatic. I’m thinking of doing a part 3, but I’m not sure and i also want to make it be mostly fluff so PLS let me knowww <3 i do not own gif.

It was an awful feeling; the feeling of needing a specific someone to bring him a peace he so very much lacked in his life. It was a feeling of not being able to feel joy unless he had you by his side. He felt stupid and pathetic knowing he had made an even bigger mess of himself and regrettably of you. He felt more weak too, wondering to himself why he couldn’t stop crying and do what he needs to do without several potions or you with him to get him through the day.

He didn’t want to need anyone. He didn’t want to need help. He didn’t want to need advice.

“Why can’t I just do this?” he cried to himself one night in the room of requirement, kicking something by his foot across the floor in frustration. He stared at the dead bird in hopelessness, not wanting to move it from its spot in the vanishing cabinet. He had managed to send inanimate objects, but not living things and that was only a discovery he was able to make when you were still in his life.

It had been weeks, since he left you under the tree, broken and in tears. He regressed back into to his old ways of lacking proper self care, of sleeping and eating, his studies being the last thing on his mind, him distancing himself from his Slytherin friends again. It was right back to square one, maybe even below that this time.

In Potions, he didn’t dare look at you, ever. He moved to a seat in the very back of the class where he would be hidden from you and could sulk to himself in peace.

“Mr. Malfoy, forgive me as it is none of my business, but why are you no longer working with Miss Y/L/N?” Slughorn asked him one day as he came by to grade his potion.

“It is nothing of concern, Professor,” Draco answered bitterly, holding back the scowl that wanted to show but deciding against being any more rude to authority. “I just rather work by myself.”

“It’s a shame, Mr. Malfoy, you both were my star pupils,” Slughorn mixes the potion around, eyeing it with a frown. “Now the both of you are falling behind. This potion is not passing, you forgot to mix in the dried periwinkle leaves.”

Draco never noticed how you would glance at him throughout Potions class. Of course, he was ignoring you and you felt that nasty realization every time your eyes landed on the platinum blond.

You felt numb, to say the least. You cried for days and days on end. If you weren’t in class, you were in your dorm, wrapped underneath the covers wondering why someone you shared so much love and time with had dropped you with no explanation. You tried endlessly to get him to talk to you, cornering him in the corridors, going up to him in class, but he would ignore you until you went away. He never once met your eyes, and your heart broke more every time you saw the coldness in his icy gray’s that made you feel like you didn’t even exist to him.

Your roommates and friends had gotten involved, forcing you to take better care of yourself. Staying up and hugging you while you cried. Bringing you meals from the Great Hall into the dorm. Brushing your hair when it started to become matted. Encouraging you to divulge yourself in studies rather than your sadness.

“Y/N, you are so much more than what you’re feeling,” your closest friend whispered to you one night as you cried in her embrace. “You can’t keep going like this. It’s okay to cry and be sad, but this is eating you up. Remember how strong you are. Remember the healer you are trying to be. You’ve helped so many people, inside and out, let your friends help you now.”

You nodded sadly, and finally accepted the help your friends had been trying so desperately to give you. You allowed them to take you out into the Great Hall again for meals. To Hogsmead for a fun day out. To the courtyard where you guys would sit and just talk. It was nice, feeling your old and normal life coming to light again even if it was just for a couple hours. But when you couldn’t sleep at night and your mind wandered off to Draco, you felt that same empty feeling of a gaping hole in your heart sting at you.

There was nothing you could do or say anymore. The cornering him was getting desperate and made you feel weak. The ignoring was never going to stop. You didn’t cry anymore, forcing yourself to bottle up your feelings for him deep down into your mind, body and spirit to the point where you just tried your best to recognize him as a dream.

Your brain didn’t know any better, right?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Draco sat on the floor of his dorm, head resting against the side of his bed as he twiddled with the letter from his mother between his fingertips. His owl, Aquila, sat beside him and enjoyed the loving pets he was giving her with his other hand. It was rare she let him do this, but he figured it was because she felt that he might have possibly needed this. She nibbled on a crumb of a biscuit he gave her that she had brought with her on her journey from home. Draco sighed and opened the letter again, his eyes scanning over the perfect cursive of his mother’s handwriting once more.

My Dearest Draco,

How are you, my love? I feel as though we have gone too long without writing to each other. I must say, the Manor feels lonely without you and your father here, but the house elves have been keeping me company. They are quite entertaining, some of them. I do hope you enjoy the small pastries I sent with Aquila that the elves also send on their behalf.

I know the pain you are feeling, my son. I know it wears at you and I am deeply sorry that I cannot change it or help you. Please do entrust in Professor Snape, as he is the only one who can help you and understands your circumstances. You cannot get through this alone.

Please also remember that you are just a boy. In these times of turmoil, it is easy to lose yourself in your own despair. You are young, Draco, only 16 years of life and it has already failed you. Please find it in your heart to locate the little several joys in life that keep you going. Despite your situation, It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there. Do not succumb, it is what he wants.

I will always love you, and I hope to see you soon.

All my love,

Mother

He felt tears sting at his eyes, clutching the letter to his chest as if his mother had charmed it with the feeling of a hug. It wasn’t, but he swore he could feel it. He felt sad, knowing she was all alone in that house, but suddenly remembered that his aunt was seeking refuge with her at the Malfoy Manor and his mother left it out for the sake of keeping Bellatrix’s location secret. Seeing as she was a maddened Ex/Present Death Eater and escaped prisoner on the run. The thought of Bellatrix left a bitter and foul taste in his mouth, making him feel even worse that his mother was stuck at home with that beast who was nearly as bad as the Dark Lord himself. He didn’t care that that was her sister, his aunt, she had no empathy for anything, especially not for him. He recalls her telling him right before he went to school, that he should be grateful and honored for being entrusted with a task so important.

As much as Draco wanted nothing to do with his tasks, he didn’t ignore them. He begrudgingly let Bellatrix teach him Occlumency, something he desperately needed to learn and was now a little good at. He had even tried convincing himself that he needed to do this. It was all up to him. He was chosen for this. He hated it, but he was chosen nonetheless. And he would try with everything to save his family and to make them proud, even if it killed him.

He ignored the thoughts of his aunt and his dreadful life options, refocusing on the words his mother wrote to him. They echoed in his mind, imagining her saying them to him.

“It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there.”

His mind wandered to you, knowing full and well you were are the one and only joy in his life he so deeply desires. His mother’s words hit him hard, to the point where he almost ran out of his room to go look for you. Almost.

But he was stubborn and still couldn’t pull himself out of the mindset he had boxed himself in where he thought being with you would be worse in the end for you than not being with you.

So he went over to his desk, Aquila following him before flying up to the wooden surface where she perched herself in front of him as he sat down and pulled out a parchment and quill to begin his responding letter for his mother. He thanked her for the pastries, told her he would try his best in confiding in Snape, loosely promised he would fulfill her wishes of him finding some happiness, and gave her his love. He gave the letter to Aquila, smoothing the feathers on the top of her head one last time before she chirped and flew to the window and then out of his room and into the open dark starry sky.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

More weeks had gone by. And then a month. You were seeing less and less of Draco and for a healing heart, it was the best thing for you, but also the worst. He had even began skipping class as much as he could, not that anyone ever noticed, except you and Slughorn of course.

“Miss Y/L/N, may I have a word?” Slughorn came up to you while you were working on a potion with your friend. The same friend who had given up her seat to Draco who she now despised and regretted ever doing in the first place. She gave you and the professor a look before getting up and heading to the front of the class where she began to pick up vials and jars to store the potion.

“Of course, Professor,” you answer with a polite smile.

“I spoke to Mr. Malfoy about a month ago, he seemed rather distraught,” he began, placing a finger over his chin in thought. “I’m beginning to grow worried of the boy! Is there a reason he’s no longer showing up to class?”

You swallowed thickly before responding, “your guess is as good as mine, Professor.”

“Ah, well, one mustn’t pry too much,” he says. “Also, I’m pleased to see your marks improving in the last couple weeks. Keep up the good work, Miss Y/L/N.”

And with that the professor turned around and left to go check on other students, your friend returning.

“What’d he want?” She asked, setting the supplies down on the table.

“Wanted to know about, Mr. Malfoy,” you mocked quietly, your voice turning bitter when the name left your lips.

You knew Draco’s disappearance was your fault and you felt that twang of hurt beat against your chest thinking about it. That whole conversation with the Professor killed your entire mood. It wasn’t great to begin with, but the feeling of nothing had turned into hurt.

You were roughly stirring the cauldron, preparing to put the nearly finished potion into the two large jars so it could sit overnight. They were right beside your arm and you felt your elbow collide with the glasses, cringing internally when you heard them crash onto the ground and shatter. Luckily there was nothing in them, but you had still made a mess of glass. In your heat of embarrassment and with the people are you now staring at you, you forgot you could easily clean up your mess with magic so like a klutz, you instead bent down to pick up the shards of glass that scattered the floor with your bare hands.

A loud gasp left your mouth as you began to pick them up, feeling the largest piece of glass in your palm deeply slash the skin of your hand. You dropped it, feeling the blood begin to drip down your arms and onto the floor.

“Oh no, Y/N,” your friend sighed from above you, gripping onto your other arm and lifting you up. “Are you okay?”

The question was meant for your hand, but you felt it hit your soul just as it did whenever someone asked you that question when you were so overwhelmingly not okay. You shook your head no, the pain from your hand and your heart taking over you completely as tears began to trickle down your face.

Slughorn came up to the table, waving his wand over the mess of the floor and fixed the damage done to the vases and making the small puddle of blood disappear.

“Class is dismissed, students, you are free to go to the Great Hall for lunch,” Slughorn announced and everyone quickly packed up their things and hurried out except for you and your friend. The full-bellied Professor watched you with concern and you turned to your friend where she took your hand in hers and placed it palm up for you.

You shuddered, bringing up your wand to the cut and simply thought your healing spell before watching it completely fade into a faint light pink scar.

“I’m going to explain to Slughorn what happened and put away our stuff,” she says to you, a sad glint in her eyes. “Go clean yourself up and I’ll meet you at our table for lunch with everyone when you’re done.”

You could only pathetically nod before you slung your bag over your shoulder and trudged off into the direction of a bathroom. You decided to go up to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, wanting to be alone from everyone so you could clean yourself up in peace and also have a meltdown. You didn’t know why you wanted to torture yourself with the ghosted memories you shared with Draco in that bathroom, but you still went.

You took your time getting there and you were only down the hall when you saw the entrance. It was then when you heard a familiar ghastly screaming and wailing. It was horribly loud.

“MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER!”

Moaning Myrtle floated from the large wooden double doors, screaming so loud it ricocheted off all the walls of the now deathly silent castle. You felt all the blood drain from your face as an awful and sickening feeling had bubbled in your stomach.

“It better not be Draco,” you said to yourself, your legs taking longer strides towards the bathroom. “Please, don’t let it be Draco.”

By now, you were sprinting towards the end of the corridor, throwing your bag to the floor as soon as you reached the doors and flung yourself through and into the destroyed bathroom, stepping into a pool of water that had streaks of crimson red. Your eyes followed the trail of blood, stopping suddenly when you found the source.

A blood-curdling scream twice as loud and stronger than Myrtle’s, left your throat as you tripped over your own feet to reach him. You saw Harry Potter, standing a little ways by the door, a panicked and pained look in his eyes as he tried to understand what he had just done.

Once you reached Draco’s nearly lifeless body covered in angry red gashes, you fell next to him, his eyes finally meeting yours for the first time in ages. He was breathing raggedly in choked grunts, clutching at his mauled chest as he struggled to breath. The stormy eyes you loved so much were clouded in fear. Nothing but fear.

You shoved your hand into your pocket, searching for your wand and pulled it out hastily. You shakily waved it over his cuts, thinking and saying any spell you knew that came to your mind in the matter of 5 seconds. This was what you did. This was all you did. Why couldn’t you heal him? None of your spells worked.

“I, I can’t heal you,” you sobbed, resorting to putting your hands over his chest at a failing attempt to stop the bleeding. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“n...o,” Draco said weakly and quietly. He mustered up all his remaining strength and placed a bloodied hand over yours, you grabbed it tightly and leaned over him when you realized he was trying to speak. “S-sorry. lo...ve. y...ou.”

It felt like there was a knife in your chest being repeatedly stabbed into your heart and twisted. His eyes closed and you cried harder, knowing you were going to lose him. Everything was happening so fast. You had only been in the bathroom a solid 10 seconds, everything around you moving in a slow blur but so quickly.

It was as if Merlin had answered your pleas, the sound of the door slammed open and a maddened looking Snape rushed inside, pushing Harry roughly to the side and looking down at Draco and then you only momentarily before dropping to his knees beside him and opposite of you.

“Vulnera sanentur,” he began running his wand over the cuts on Draco’s chest and you watched with wide teary eyes as the blood pooling around you began to retreat back into the wounds. He said it again, and once the blood was back in, the cuts began to close. He chanted it one last time, and the cuts had healed into thick and reddened scars. “Miss Y/L/N, please help Draco over to the hospital wing for some dittany, and quickly please. We might be able to help with the scarring, perhaps avoid it completely. I need to deal with, Potter.”

Draco was half conscious, a dazed and confused look in the gray of his eyes as they fluttered open and closed. You noticed the scar beginning to form on his paled face and you bit back a sob. You knew if that scar stayed there, it would only drive him into a deeper hatred for himself.

You quickly got up, Snape picking up Draco and throwing his arm over your shoulders so that you would be able to help him over to the hospital wing which luckily happened to be a hall away from the bathroom. The adrenaline and sheer love for the boy was pumping through your body which had made you feel stronger in basically carrying Draco through the halls. He was dragging his feet, mumbling incoherently and you couldn’t stop crying.

You saw the doors to the hospital wing open, Madam Pomfrey staring at the scene heading towards her in horror.

“DITTANY!” you called to her. She threw open the doors wider, nodding before she ran back inside in a hurry. A passing seventh year Hufflepuff had dropped all of his books and his bag and linked arms with Draco’s free side, helping you take him inside with much more ease. Madam Pomfrey yelled to rest Draco on the nearest bed and she quickly returned with the dittany, shooing the both of you away from him.

“I’m afraid the two of you are going to have to leave, immediately,” she demands, her hand reaching up to grab the privacy curtain before shielding her and the love of your life from you and the prying eyes of shocked students gathered at the doorway to see what had happened. The Hufflepuff that had helped was already out the door, but you couldn’t bring your legs to move.

“Away from the door!” McGonagall suddenly appeared from behind the crowd of students, a disgruntled look etched into her aged skin. “Return to your house’s common rooms! That goes for you too, Miss Y/L/N.”

She gently placed both her hands on either of your shoulders, guiding you outside the door and out of the hospital wing. She gave you an empathetic glance before grabbing the handles of the doors and shutting them with a loud clang.

The lingering students stared at you in discomfort and grimaces. You looked around, still in a daze and then looked down at your body. You were drenched in blood and water, looking straight out of a horror movie and closely resembling the clothing of the Bloody Baron, Slytherin’s house ghost.

Everything still felt quiet and slow. You didn’t even notice your friends rushing towards you in hysterics, throwing you in hugs as you only stood there, unable to react. You let them pull you away, leading you to your house’s common room, tripping every now and then. You caught a glimpse of Moaning Myrtle in the distance, her cries still very loud and apparent. She had gone around the entirety of Hogwarts wailing the same news that had broken you, only this time you heard the new choice words she had added along the way.

“MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER! HARRY POTTER HAS MURDERED DRACO MALFOY!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You sat immobile on the edge of your seat besides Draco’s hospital bed. Much to your surprise, Madam Pomfrey had allowed you to stay overnight with the fallen Slytherin Prince. You recognized it might be her way of paying you back from all your countless volunteering and because of that, she trusted you in knowing exactly what to do when it came to the medical field of the wizarding world.

It was around three in the morning, the incident having happened well past twelve hours ago. You were showered now and in a fresh pair of robes, your pajamas holding in your warmth as a cold draft flowed throughout the dark dimly lit room. The hospital wing was tall and large, it felt like a castle in itself, and it only made you feel more feeble. You scooted your chair closer to the bed, placing a hand onto the mattress right next to Draco’s paled slender hand.

Fingertips ghosted over his knuckles, your body shivering at the closeness of the near contact. You didn’t know how he was going to react when he woke up. It was all a waiting game, and your heart squeezed with anxiety as you awaited his regained consciousness. You didn’t forget the words he said to you right before he slipped away. They rang and rattled in your head like a pinball game on loop.

He had told you he loved you.

The thought of him dying and you never being able to tell him you felt the same haunted you. You thanked Merlin that Snape got there when he did. You also made a mental note to hex Harry into the oblivion the next time you got a chance.

You sighed deeply, your voice quavering as your ran a hand through your tangled hair. His face glistened under the orange lamp on the bedside table, his skin tinged with a grayish undertone and his eye bags deep and dark. The scar you had seen on his face earlier was gone, the skin now just holding a skinny reddened line going across his features as if he was just hit with something. You smiled slightly, knowing it would be gone in the morning and feeling grateful for him that he wouldn’t be scarred with it.

His body was covered in a hospital gown and bandages infused with dittany, but seeing how bad his cuts were before they healed, you knew those would leave something behind no matter what. In your studying towards becoming a Healer, you read about the effects of dark magic and the marks it left behind on its victims. You didn’t know what spell had done what it did to Draco, but it was violent and radiated with darkness.

The softness of his his skin was met under yours, your hand finally allowing itself to fall over his and you let out a sharp exhale at the touch. It wasn’t like earlier when you were holding onto him for dear life, rough and filled with fear and pain, this time it felt familiar. It felt warm despite the coldness of your skin and his. You shook quietly, another set of tears rippling through your body as you tried your best to not wake him. You sat up and slowly leaned over him, looking down at him to observe his peaceful features. He slept soundly and peacefully, his breathing even and quiet. Even though he almost died earlier today, he looked as though he was having the best sleep of his life. The sleep he gravely needed but seemed to never be able to get.

Your free hand softly rested on his cheek now and you carefully moved your lips towards his forehead where you placed a long kiss. A stray tear had fallen onto his skin as you pulled away and you frowned, wiping it away with your sleeve before moving your hand up towards his hair. You smoothed it back, the soft blond strands feeling like silk between your fingers. He was a dream, an angel to you. You stood by what you had told him that unfortunate day under the tree, he was good, and you would tell him again and again until he believed it himself.

Just as you pulled back from him, a sharp gasp erupted and he shot up in bed, grabbing and tearing at his gown as breathless quick pants fell from his lips.

“Hey, Draco, I’m here, you’re okay, relax,” you coo gently, grabbing his hands and holding them tightly in yours so he wouldn’t tear his bandages. Your heart battered against your chest, the waterworks in your eyes beginning all over again. He stared at you, searching your eyes and he began to cry too. The same broken and deep sobbing from months ago you had grown accustomed to hearing.

He threw himself onto you, crying even harder as his arms wrapped around you, his hand on the back of your head pressing you into his chest. You climbed into the bed in deep shaky breaths so that you were now sitting on your knees between his legs. It was overwhelming, to put it lightly, both of you crying into each other as you remembered the fall out, the lonely days and nights, the wasted opportunities, the endless missing of one another’s presence in their lives.

“I’m sorry,” Draco chokes out. “I never meant to hurt you. I thought that by pushing you away, you would be safer, but I can’t do it anymore. I need you, I love you, Y/N.”

You cradled him in your arms, rocking the two of you back and forth, and you shook your head reverently.

“I forgave you the second I thought I was going to lose you,” you respond quickly. “Merlin, Draco, you scared me to death. I thought you were gone.”

The same words from his mother echoed in his head again and he finally understood what they meant.

“It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there.”

Darkness was going to arrive one way or another, it was going to steal the rest of whatever life he had left in him one day. It was out of his hands, out of his control. The time to live his life was now. Because he didn’t know when he would ever have this opportunity of love again, of safety, of light. Everything was undefined and unknown and he felt the anguishing regret of all his decisions when he had seen you in the bathroom hovering over him with a hopeless look in your eyes. He promised himself, to Merlin and to the sun, the moon and all the stars that in the 1% chance that he survived that close call with death, he would never abandon you again. His heart pained at the memory of him trying to sputter out his final ‘I love you,’ not knowing whether or not you heard it or if you understood how genuinely he had meant it.

The room was only filled with sniffles and shaky breathing, both of you still in the same rocking position, afraid that if you let each other go, the other is going to disappear.

“Draco,” you say, lifting his head up from the crook of your neck so that he could look you in the eyes. “I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know. Please don’t ever, ever leave again.”

“Not in a million years, darling.”

PART 3

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peachsayshi · 3 years ago

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pls i have a few geto hcs, if i may…

first off, i don’t know if anyone has ever said this but geto would be huge into theology and philosophy. is that kind of a given? like can’t u see that man going on for hours about them both and the books he’s read. also think he’d be one to love couch cuddles while you each read ur own books. oh and he would think it’s the cutest thing for u to ask what he’s reading about and after telling u the deepest part of the book, he asks what ur reading only for you to tell him about the spiciest scene in ur romance novel. he’d then appreciate the conversation and laughs that would come from that because it makes his mind stop thinking about the seriousness of life so much.

okay and this one is random, but i just think he’d be one of those men that would brag about being a man u take home to mom… and he’d be so damn polite and respectful that she’d fall for him too. as ur jaw drops over watching ur mom fawn and gush over him, he’s looking over at u with the most smug smirk on his face that makes u wanna both smack and lick it off of him. before excusing himself to the restroom, he passes by to leave a kiss on ur cheek and says in ur ear “think she’d still like me this much if she knew what we did when we’re alone?” truly a gentlemen in the streets and a freak in the sheets.

Anon!! You have me screaming over your thoughts! I have it down so bad for this evil mf'er. but seriously, I love reading your thoughts on our JJK faves :3

I can totally see your first point! I feel like Geto is pretty intellectual and likes to think very deeply about things. I can see him pouring over book after book while annotating each page to share every thought, and he oddly has very neat handwriting as well that you can’t help but be in awe whenever you peep over to see him scribble something on his sticky note. ugh, and just imagine being tangled up against that body of his while you both sit and read together 🤧 and I am sure that you can definitely peak his interest with a few spicy scenes from the romance books they read 😉

BUT THIS SECOND POINT is so spot on with his character! Geto is a smug bastard and I think he - unlike Gojo - has a bit of an ego where he knows he just has that killer personality.

Can I just say that you literally had me blushing over him saying “think she’d still like me this much if she knew what we did when we’re alone?” - like, UGH this man is literally the embodiment of sin and I am just on my knees for him🧎

let's chat!

#peach and secret friends.🧡🍑

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slurp-imagines · 3 years ago

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Could I pls get some fluffy Takemikazuchi headcanons? Your last headcanons for him were really well written! Thank you :D

aw thanks for saying that!! he's def one of my favorites from the series so I’m glad it came across well. this is my first noragami request too so I’m excited to write it for you anon :)

Fluffy headcanons: Takemikazuchi

↳ Takemikazuchi is always back and forth about physical touch.

↳ Do not touch his hair, ever. But also touch it all the time, whenever he is within reach. He's so fickle about it lmao. Most of the time he despises people messing with his hair, but every now and then he just wants to lie his head down in your lap and let himself relax under your touch.

↳ He gets little shivers when your nails pass along his scalp, he sighs when your touch ghosts along his cheekbone, clearing his bangs from his eyes when his eyelashes flutter under their weight. They're often short-lived, and always in wordless companionship, but this man lives for tender moments like that.

↳ He writes about you in his diary often. He’s probably unintentiinally written a log of most of your courtship and relationship. He finds writing about you equally comforting and nerve-wracking for him. Even in private, he sometimes shies away from his feelings, unsure how to translate something so intangible and ever-changing as it grows and grows and grows.

↳ So he writes instead about things he's more sure of: the color of your eyes, the meaning of your name, and a thousand memories he may have one day forgotten had he not chosen to savor and catalog them. The way you laughed at something he said offhandedly, the way you looked at him across the table when you sat for dinner. He would lose his mind if anyone ever read any of it– even if each entry about you isn't super emotionally charged, the sheer number of them is very telling by itself. But they're really treasured entries. He'll go back and read through them one day and get all sentimental over it.

↳ Take comes to associate the smell of ink and the texture of calligraphy paper with you. Early in your relationship (or even before you're official), he wonders what your handwriting looks like, or how it looks when you're rushed or have been writing a long time. It feels like a strange thing to hone in on, but he does fixate on it a little bit; mostly while he daydreams about what you would write about him, if you sat down with brush and paper the same as he did. Really, he just hopes you're thinking of him as much as he thinks of you. It drives him a little nuts.

↳ He isn't the most verbally expressive of his affection for you, partially because he's actually quite easily flustered by it. Something as simple as paying him a sincere compliment will have him at a bit of a loss tbh, particularly so when it's early on in your relationship.

↳ Because Take will bite back when it's clear that you're teasing him, but when you're just genuinely telling him something you enjoy about him? Blush. Especially if it's related to his personality, it really catches him off guard.

↳ Outwardly he's kind of trying to brush it off as no big deal, but on the inside he's all "I feel like I've just been punched in the chest what is going ON"

↳ Sharing a bed with Take is honestly a mixed bag. He doesn't move around a lot, but I feel like he would have such a specific sleeping position. It's an intricate ritual lmao. On his side, one arm folded under the pillow, a pillow between his legs, a smaller pillow under his free arm, one leg hiked up with the foot sticking out from underneath the covers, etc etc etc...

↳ So he's kind of awkwardly flustered the first time you two sleep in the same bed. He doesn't know where he wants his limbs to go, he doesn't know where all of you is supposed to go. He doesn't want to be cuddling all through the night (the man needs his leg space eventually), but he also doesn't want to hassle you about it and make you want to leave. He overthinks it so much, please just say something before he ends up getting annoyed with himself lol.

↳ Also... he always forgets to check if you're lying on his hair before he tries to get up. The way he squawks every single time it happens, you would think you were trying to tear him a bald spot on purpose. He certainly acts like it

#noragami #noragami imagines #takemikazuchi #takemikazuchi x reader #trying smth new with the post format #because gifs for these (mostly) manga-only kings are few and far between #also more of me not knowing how to write general fluff headcanons! <3 #i can never decide if it's actually fluffy enough lmfao

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jadedxrealityw · 4 years ago

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-Surprise- Draco Malfoy x Female reader

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Request: Hi bb,, if your requests are open may i pls request for a fic where it’s the reader’s bday and she thought Draco forgot about it but by the end of the day he surprised reader with a lovely dinner where he cooks all the food? Just pls make it super sweet hehe thank u! 🐻💓

Kody- hehehehehe okay okay. Sounds interesting. I’m going to age them up for plot purposes. I also added a lot of extra things, i couldn’t help myself.

Warning: Ginny supremacy, cursing, and Draco being the absolute sweetest.

House: N/A

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eyes fluttering open, you were met with no sign of your fiancé. Which was strange, you expected him to be there since he said he take the day off of work for your birthday. You prop yourself up on the bed and wipe the tiredness from your eyes.

a piece parchment was laid on the edge of the bed in front of you. Grabbing it, you unfolded it and noticed Draco’s handwriting. Reading its contents only made you more confused ‘Hey, love. Sorry i’m not there this morning. I have a early morning today, hope you have a lovely day -Draco’

your mouth twisted into a frown. Had he forgotten your birthday? No, he couldn’t have. He wouldn’t, right? As your mind continue to rationalize, you stood up from the bed and made your way over to your dresser to change out of your night clothes.

you slip on some more comfy house clothes and leave the master bedroom. It was bit lonely being stuck in the house all day, but Draco had insisted he wanted you to stay home. So you were a housewife just without the ring.

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sitting at the table alone and eating breakfast you made felt more lonely than usual. Maybe it’s because it was your birthday. Just as you were about to take another bit, the doorbell rang. You sighed and pushed the chair back, standing up. You walk over to the door and open it.

giving you a bright smile, Hermione waves “Happy birthday Y/n!” she exclaims and pulls you into her embrace. You smile and return it, wrapping your arms around the used to be Gryffindor women. She pulls away and you smile “Thanks, ‘Mione”

she smiles and reaches into her purse, shuffling around before she grabbed a small neatly wrapped present. It was red wrapping paper with a small black bow. “This is for you! I was hoping i’d make it in time before work” she laughs a little as you grab the present.

“You can’t stay?” you asked, a hint of sadness in your tone. Hermione shakes your head sympathetic smile on her face “No sorry, but hey you have Draco to spend the day with right?” she waves before turning on her heels and walking down the path, apparating away.

your smile drops as you slowly close the door. “Right” you repeat her words in a bittersweet way. You look down at your hands at the gift and began to tear at the wrapping paper. Underneath the paper is a small black box, opening revealed a silver necklace with a small dragon. It was beautiful.

you take it out of the box and unclip it. Reaching behind your neck, you clip the necklace on, the cold metal made you shiver slightly. It was a pretty gift and you would write a letter to Hermione thanking her for it later. Draco would of liked it, if only he was here right.

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slipping the black robe over your bare body, you turned off the shower. You slowly walked out the bathroom and made your way down the stairs making a beeline for the kitchen. Harry had gotten you some nice red wine and you figured why not since you were along anyway.

As you poured the wine into the glass you began to feel bitter. Draco hadn’t talked to you all day. No surprise visits during his lunch break, no letters, no nothing. How could he forget about you on your day? You lift the glass to your mouth and take a sip.

“Is the wine good?“ a voice intrudes from behind. You turn quickly and see the one and only Ginny Potter “Ginny? Bloody hell, i have a door for a reason. You cant just apparate here” you narrow your eyes and take another sip. She eyed you up and down before placing a hand on her hip.

“You don’t look like someone who has been showered in affection and you definitely haven’t been getting railed because your still walking ” She points at you, laughing “Tell me about it” you hiss and take another sip. “I thought he’d be here considering he hasn’t been at the ministry all day”

your eyes widened. He what? “but he left a note saying he had an early morning. Are you telling me Draco lied?” you questioned and her eyes go wide as well “Holy shit. That slimy Slytherin did lie. You seriously haven’t seen him all day, like all day?” Ginny asked, walking over to you to lean on the kitchen counter.

you shake your head slowly. Draco lied to you? You felt your heart tug violently. Ginny looked visibly pissed. “Is that bastard cheating?” she said out loud. Your face contorted into one of sadness and distraught. She looked at you and shook her head “oh my merlin! I’m sorry i didn’t mean to say that”

you waved her off and grabbed the bottle of wine, going to take a chug “yeah no we are getting you proper hammered, not whatever this is-” she took the bottle and looked at it, her face twinging in disgust “-what the fuck is this weak shit?” Ginny questions and you shrugged “Harry got it for me”

she rolled her eyes setting the bottle down on the counter “of course he did” she shakes her head slowly. “Anyway, go upstairs and don’t come out until you look somewhat decent” Ginny says and you nod slowly before leaving the kitchen.

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walking down the stairs in boots almost made you trip, but you were okay in the end. As you neared the last steps you saw Ginny sitting on the sofa. You walk down and she spots you in the outfit. “Good. You look great. Let’s bounce ” She stands up and walks over, grabbing your hand.

“where are we going exactly?” you ask. Ginny gives you a wink before apparating with you. You blink a couple times and you were standing outside a bar “Aw makes sense” you nod and the ginger leads you inside.

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you had only finished a bit of your drink when your mind flooded with different thoughts. Was Draco really cheating on you? It would make a bit of sense considering he hadn’t seen you all day and had been a bit distant in the days leading up to your birthday.

you hadn’t noticed the fresh tears rolling down your cheeks until Ginny tapped your shoulder “Hun, are you alright?” she asked, setting her glass of firewhiskey down. You shake your head, standing up from the stool “I just want to go home and sleep” you choke out, wiping a stray tear.

Ginny checks the time on her wand and nods “Yeah okay, lets go” she says and grabs your hand and off you both apparate again. This time outside the Malfoy Manor “Couldn’t you apparate me inside?” you question, turning to face her. Ginny shrugged “Sorry love, anyway Happy birthday” she winks.

you raise a brow and look towards the manor, why are the lights on? You turn to face the ginger, but it seems she already apparated away. You sigh and walk up the door, pushing it open. Your met with a very delicious smell, which makes you super confused.

you pull out your wand thinking someone had broken into your house, too cook? That didn’t make any sense. You slowly crept up to the kitchen and could see a shadow placing stuff on the table. You quickly lept from around the corner and startled the intruder- wait no it was Draco.

“What the bloody hell Y/n! You could of killed me!” he exclaims as he placed the plate on the table. You stood there frozen for a moment before the metaphorical dam broke. “I should’ve killed you Draco Malfoy! How dare you show up this late!”

Draco eyes widened a bit as he opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “and don’t even say you were at work, because no one has seen you all day! So if your cheating on me just take your fucking ring and leave!” you shout and pluck the engagement ring off your finger and slam it on the counter.

you look at the counter that had a bottle of wine on it and your eyes slowly trail to the table that wa set with a literal four-course meal spread on it, two glasses of wine and card that said ‘Happy birthday Y/n.’ you snap your head to look at him and see he was a wearing an apron.

it hit you in the head like a train. Oh-. You slowly gulp and slide down the counter until you reach the floor and sit down in shame “This was a surprise wasn’t it?” you ask, not even looking at it and he nods slowly, taking his apron off and setting it on the counter “Spent all day preparing?” you question.

it earns another nod from the pale boy, he grabs your ring off the counter and slowly sits next to you. He hands you your ring and you push it away “Love?” he says, a worried tone present in his voice “i can’t believe i thought you cheated on me, i mean how overly dramatic can i get?”

“I mean- you are engaged to me and i’m the most dramatic person i’ve ever met” Draco jokes, trying to lighten the mood. You snicker, a small smile forming at your lips. He grins and wraps an arm around you “Don’t beat yourself up over this. It’s okay, i most likely would have overreacted more than you did”

you lean onto him as he grabs your hand, slipping your ring on your finger once again. “Alright enough sulking, let’s eat” Draco stands up and pulls you up from the ground, he leads you to your chair and you sit down. He leans down to press a kiss to your temple, making you smile.

“Happy birthday, my love” he whispers before taking a seat next to you. You look at the food, it was all your favorite dishes. He really went all out and it made your heart flutter. “Thank you so much. I really don’t deserve it” you forced out, making the blond boy roll his eyes.

“of course you do. Now hush and eat darling before the food gets cold” he grabs a serving spoon and begins to put food on his plate. When he’s finished you lean over and plant a sweet kiss on his lips. Surprised, he kisses back. You both pull away and you smile warmly “I love you Draco Malfoy”

“As do i, Y/n Malfoy”

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Kody- uh, this took me three days because procrastination is great. I also went like a million different directions with is, eh- i’m not feeling to great about it. Anyways, peace.

#draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #x reader #harry potter #potterhead #fanfiction #fanfic #one shot #imagine #reader insert #hermione granger #ginny weasley

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lemony-snickers · 3 years ago

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when you’re trapped at work, but fics are life.

(pls don’t mind my awful handwriting 😂)

#lemony snippets

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hematomes · 3 years ago

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so glad to see you back, sweets!<3

i honestly don't think you overreacted at all, but let's not keep talking about that when i should be warning you not (!!!) to encourage my violent desires. because i Can beat a bitch up with a bright shiny pink baseball bat and i Will.

well, good time as any to actually continue our conversation from last time. although these back-and-forths feel less like conversations and more like letters haha. though i find letters lovely so im not complaining.

im glad you made a friend out that of that nice person! infinitely better than a one-sided crush for sure lol

i'm so honored you think im cool<33 I don't quite see how being greek (well, half-greek, im also half-asian lol) makes me cooler but hearing that from you makes me happy!

a teacher!! that's so cute!! you do give off those vibes tbh im sure you'll make a great teacher<3

right psychology is just so so so interesting!! more than anything i really want to get deeper into how our minds work, and i love having those "oh so That's Why We Do That" moments. although I really can't stop thinking about what my eng teacher told me years ago, something like "people who want to become psychologists are usually just looking to help themselves" like damn ok:( not so loud:(

today is tuesday and im procrastinating!! but i got new headphones so im in a good mood hehe. i have a good feeling for this week. i hope you're doing good too<3

~soup

<333 you are an angel armed with the best baseball bat in the world

I ADMIT THEY LOOK LIKE LETTERS and i kinda like the idea too, especially bc my handwriting is awful so i can't send. real letters bye

anyWAY

yeah totally id rather have friends ZKDKS AND NO BUT listen im kinda obsessed with greece ok, well especially ancient greece and greece mythology but when i mean obsessed i mean i almost spent around 300€ to go there bc my mythology teacher (bless his soul he's incredible) was organizing a trip following the steps of HERACLES and then i didn't bc covid. it was supposed to be during my birthday too, like man fuck this virus

also omg half asian and half greek no homo but you must be gorgeous

I HOPE I DO IM. YEAH.

honestly understanding something is so cool and as i type this i realize i sound fucking dumb but. pls understand what im tryna say here.

damn your teacher had no chill 😭 but that's. yeah true. honestly the 1st thing my psychology teach (it was clinical psychology i think) was to try and see a therapist, just once like a mental check up bc ong the way ppl neglect their mental health bye. also told us she was herself seeing one and shit, which is cool bc idk abt other countries but here seeing a shrink is SO STIGMATIZED. BABY MY MENTAL HEALTH IS KINDA IMPORTANT YK

oooh new headphones!!! what do they look like 👀 and!! that's such a good feeling, this week better be good then <3 im fine, kinda stressing out bc im slowly approaching a week of,,, exams almost every day but that's alright im feeling good LMAO

#soup anon! 🤍

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we-are-inevitable · 4 years ago

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modern art // javid (ch. 1)

A/N: hi !! so some of you may remember an old songfic i did in march of last year, titled ‘modern art’ after the song “IDK You Yet” by Alexander 23. well, i’ve always thought that that one shot would work great as a stand alone fic, and here we are! i have ch. 1 edited and SO MUCH of it as changed- like, for example, the fic is a chapter fic now !! regardless, i hope you guys like this !!

WARNINGS: depression, anxiety, self-deprecation, past addiction, mentions of addiction, just general Bad Times- pls be mindful when reading !! it’s just very Not Happy rn ADDITIONAL INFO: all characters are in their mid-twenties in the fic. oh also this is probably important but it’s a soulmate au !!

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tag list: @bound-for-santa-fe @wannabecowboypunk @shippingcannons @yahfancyclamwiththepurlinside @smallsies @deliciouspeachpirate @newsies-is-my-erster

Jack doesn't know what’s going on with himself, but he knows that he could really use his soulmate right about now.

They’ve communicated before. Never verbally, and never enough to reveal who they were. Perhaps they are both just... dealing with some unspoken fears, dealing with the worry of rejection sitting heavy in their chests. Perhaps they both like this mystery- the uncertainty that came with the notes scrawled across their bodies in a handwriting that isn’t their own.

Or perhaps they just aren’t ready to take the plunge. To grow up and face the harsh fact that, as soon as they meet, wherever and whenever that may be, a new chapter of their life will unfold. Consume them. Change anything and everything they’ve ever known or held dear.

They had been braver when they were children, that much was true. Jack remembers staying up late often, writing notes on his skin and watching in awe as the replies appeared. He remembers the giddy rush of trying to quickly wash off the ink on his wrist when they ran out of space to talk, and, oh, how they talked. There were school days when Jack would go to class exhausted, feeling like he’d been walking through quicksand for miles on end, but all of it had been worth it. The exhaustion he felt had been worth being able to talk to them until two, three, four in the morning. Sometimes he regretted it, of course, but only because it was harder for him to focus in class. Never because he was upset at them.

He could never be upset with them.

Even now, Jack remembers a lot about his soulmate. They liked music. They knew how to play the piano. They were into a few video games, even some that Jack had never played, and said that they always tried carrying a book with them wherever they went. Jack remembers that, as a younger kid, they liked Harry Potter and Percy Jackson, but also liked analyzing Shakespeare and Edgar Allen Poe and a bunch of other fancy authors that Jack had never even heard of. They were intimidatingly smart, and sometimes, would carefully correct Jack’s grammar whenever he misspelled a word or something- but they were never mean about it, they were just… there. A steady presence that he could count on.

Fifteen year old Jack dreamed of finding them one day. But now, twenty-five year old Jack is losing hope.

He can’t exactly help it. For starters, he and his soulmate haven’t communicated in… well, shit, it had to be nearly a year. Maybe nine months or so, but there’s no way to tell for sure, and even then, their conversations since reaching adulthood have been dull, for lack of a better word. A few positive comments here, a ‘have a good day’ there- it’s all so mundane, and neither of them can be blamed for it. They both have busy lives- or, well, Jack does, at least. His job as a graphic designer is hard enough on its own, but the added pressure of doing freelance work and commissions on the side has been eating away at him for weeks, coupled with debilitating self-doubt and lack of motivation for… anything.

Saying that he’s overwhelmed is the understatement of the century.

There is always another design, another client, another meeting, another deadline, another sleepless night as he stares at a blank canvas and prays for a spark of inspiration from whatever God is listening. Usually his inspiration comes from the world around him- his friends, city life, even the quiet confines of his apartment, but right now... Jack is stuck. He had holed himself up in his room days ago, trying and failing to get out of bed every morning when the time came to work- and thank God that the majority of his work could be done from home. His boss was understanding, too, to an extent.

Still, though, there’s a constant heavy weight on his chest that prevents him from moving most days, and he’s lucky if he even gets up long enough to shower or eat or do literally anything aside from lie in silence and count the cracks in his ceiling.

Nothing had happened to him recently to bring this on, from what he can tell. Jack has always been the happy-go-lucky leader, the man with a plan, the guy who always knew just what to say to motivate others into doing the best thing for themselves, but when that responsibility is reflected back onto himself, Jack feels helpless. There are words waiting to be said, sketches waiting to be drawn, designs waiting to be sent to clients… yet Jack lies there, motionless in his room for three days before he even has the energy, the willpower, to pull back his curtains and allow the sunlight to shine through. There is so much he wants to do, so much he needs to do, but he can't bring himself to do any of it.

In all twenty-five years of his life, through all of the things he’s been through, the ups and downs and foster homes and graduations and birthdays and funerals and therapists and rehab facilities and whatever the fuck else life decided to throw at him, Jack has never felt so worthless, so… lonely. His closest friends are all moving on with their lives. Many have already found their soulmate, have settled down and hidden their rowdy, rambunctious pasts behind skeletons in a closet. They’d all gotten their adventures done and over with in high school and college, and most are moving onto bigger and better things in life. They have careers. Families. Some have children, others have pets, a few have an insane amount of plants to care for.

All have seemingly left Jack behind in the dust.

No one told him when to flip the switch.

No one told him when he had aged out of adventure.

Now, they would never say it, but Jack knows. He knows. Saturday hangouts and trips to the bar had been replaced by Sunday church services and playdates for the kids. Rather than hearing yelling from his living room after his friends had all been teetering just on the edge between tipsy and fucked up, Jack hears the news, and documentaries, and podcasts, and the ghosts of a past life that he still seemed to be desperately clinging on to.

Katherine had been the one to tell him that he needed to grow up, though she didn’t put it in such a blunt manner. No, she’s just.... gently urging him to find a bigger apartment, or buy matching furniture from a place that is not a thrift store, or purchase dishes that weren’t of the plastic Walmart brand. She says it was because she wants to see him in a more professional, "adulty" lifestyle, but he knows it’s really because she can see that he’s a mess.

Deep down, Jack knows she’s right. She’s always right.

He just can’t help but feel cemented in place, dreaming of the past while dreading the new future ahead of him.

Jack never asked to feel so broken for no reason. All of the hope and optimism he had felt as a teenager was gone, lost in a sea of uncertain plans and shitty jobs and bill extensions and canvases dropped onto the floor with no rhyme or reason. And, yes, maybe Jack would look dramatic to someone who didn’t know his situation, but Jack knows what dramatic feels like. Dramatic feels like watching his best friend, Charlie, belt onstage in front of a backdrop that he helped create for the school play. Dramatic feels like laughing at the top of his lungs while walking through a random gas station at two in the morning, joined by Race and Al, all while higher than a kite. Dramatic feels like driving to the outskirts of the city with Katherine, climbing onto the roof of an old building and screaming about all of their stress, their anxiety, their insecurities, just to have some form of emotional release.

Dramatic doesn’t feel like sadness. It’s not supposed to.

Not for Jack.

He had been so… so happy, as a teenager. Proud and defiant and carefree. He was the kind of guy to skate and smoke weed in Central Park until midnight and take a math test at eight in the morning the next day. He was the kid who stood on a table in the cafeteria and came out as bisexual to everyone around him, just because of a dumbass bet that he didn’t even get paid for. He was the boy who wasn’t at all good in an academic sense, but who always knew how to talk himself out of trouble, who always came up with the most ridiculous- or most believable- lies to cover his ass when he needed it, who was always the class favorite, the teacher’s pet without meaning to be.

Jack had felt on top of the world back then, but now he’s struggling to even get off of the ground. The longer time goes on, the more lost Jack feels inside his own life. He feels like something was missing, something big. Something bigger than himself.

When his mother was alive, which now felt like lifetimes ago, she would often echo this old wives’ tale about how it’s best to find your soulmate while you’re younger, just to save them- and yourself- the pain of being alone for a long time. Jack had always kind of believed her; logically, he knew it was true, but he had always told himself that it wouldn’t happen to him. That he would be fine alone, though it wouldn’t be ideal, and that he would have plenty of time for soulmates after he got out and made a name for himself.

He’s starting to think, though, that maybe she was right. Maybe Jack had waited too long to make a move, to make contact again, because now, he just feels nauseous even thinking about it.

Don’t get him wrong, he knows the negative effects of self deprecation and not taking his own mental health seriously, he’s been to rehab before, blah, blah, blah, but, fuck, how could he put his soulmate through something like this? This fucked up state of mind he has now. Jack can’t even imagine talking to Katherine about this, and Katherine had been his best friend for over a decade. He can’t just meet his soulmate now- it’s been too long, he’s too messed up, they won’t like him, they’ll hate him for not trying hard enough, and Jack will just end up alone again, wasting away in his bedroom because no one fucking cares. No one cares. He has nobody.

That’s not true. He has Medda, his mom, his savior, his impulse control, but the thought of telling her that everything is acting up again makes him want to scream. He has Tony, but Tony has Al, and Tony and Al have a kid- a sweet little five year old girl who calls Jack ‘Uncle Jackie’ and takes no shit from anyone. He has Katherine, but Katherine has her soulmate- this dude named Darcy, who Jack doesn’t have much of an opinion on because they just met, like, a month ago, and Jack hasn’t exactly been emotionally ready for a hangout session between the three of them. He also has Charlie, and Charlie has certainly seen him in worse times- like when Jack was kind of hooked on pills for the entirety their freshman year of college- but Charlie has grad school to worry about and Charlie would hate him if he bothered him with this.

Still, there are other people who would listen, probably. He could easily talk to Elmer, or Romeo, or Specs, or Jojo or Finch or Sean or a fucking therapist but that’s just it, isn’t it? If he talks, he burdens, and Jack Francisco Kelly would rather run himself into the ground than be a burden anyone.

So, he makes a vow.

He makes eye contact with his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He’s gripping onto the sink, holding on for dear life, as he stares into his own sunken eyes. He takes in his appearance. Damp, messy hair, falling down to cover his forehead. Pale skin, which isn’t normal at all. Dark circles have taken their place around his eyes, and his smile- one of his favorite things about himself- is… nonexistent.

Distantly, Jack registers himself dumping a full bottle of ibuprofen into the sink. And then, he does the same thing with the bottle of melatonin from his medicine cabinet. The valium follows. He lets the water run for a long time. It's not that he doesn't trust himself- he'd done so, so good in rehab, and he doesn't even feel urges that often anymore- but it's better safe than sorry, especially since he's like... this.

This is not the Jack Kelly he’s used to anymore. This is not the Jack Kelly he wants to be.

But this Jack Kelly is the one who vows not to reach out. The one who vows to only answer when his soulmate is ready, and maybe not even then.

He doesn’t have to wait long, though.

Not when a heart appears on the back of his hand the next morning.

It’s there when Jack wakes up, and, honestly, it almost brings Jack to tears- but not necessarily for happy reasons. Sure, Jack wants to be happy. Who wouldn’t be happy after seeing something like this? A lopsided heart drawn in red ink, right on the back of his left hand- it was the definition of a symbol, of a romantic gesture, and Jack wants so badly to write back, to strike up conversation, to draw a goddamn heart, but… he can’t.

He can’t, and that’s horrible of him, and he knows it.

Right now, though… Jack can’t even work up the courage, the energy, to call his mom.

His soulmate, whoever they are, is going to have to wait.

#if u wanna be added to my tag list just let me know !!#newsies #jack kelly #david jacobs #davey jacobs #javid #javey #newsies broadway #newsies musical #newsies fic #newsies fanfiction #newsies fanfic #livesies #toursies #jac writes #jac txt.

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frederikandersens · 4 years ago

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All I Want (1) F.A

A/N: ok this is my first time doing this so pls don’t judge lol, i’ve been reading tons of articles about how to write and stuff so i’m practicing in my spare time, i will literally cry if anyone tells me it sucks bc i’m sensitive so please go easy on me lol. i hope you enjoy 🥺🤍

You and Freddie had gotten into an awful fight. Words were said, plates were ‘accidentally’ dropped on the floor, and hearts were broken.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Freddie!” you yell, grabbing a plate from the cupboard. It’s felt like years the last time you and Freddie were actually getting along behind closed doors.

“Don’t smash that plate” he says calmly, holding his hands out, it’s not long before a smirk forms on your face and your letting the plate drop to the floor, shattering over the dark hardwood floor, “oops” you smile.

“Are you fucking joking, Y/N?!” He yells. Freddie was mad - he was fuming - he storms into the kitchen grabbing the broom, you don’t move, just stand there, he looked like the sky before a storm, and you really didn’t care, not one bit, “I literally can’t believe you did that” he sighs loudly after cleaning up your mess.

“Get over it” you say, rolling your eyes. Honestly, you had no clue why he was so butt hurt about a plate, “get over it, get ov- are you serious?!” He laughs.

“Yes, you heard me, Freddie” you say, “did I hear you? Really?! Wow thanks for letting me know, Y/N!” He smiles sarcastically. Every time he spoke you were getting closer, and closer to ending things.

You take a deep breath and prepare for what was about to come out of your mouth, “you know what, Fred? I can’t do this anymore, I can’t keep fighting with you” you let out a shaky breath, “I can’t keep watching those ‘fans’ try to get with you, I can’t keep pretending that everything is okay with us, I can’t do it” tears begin to fall down your face.

“Then I guess maybe I should fuck one of them sometime, seeing as we haven’t had sex in a long time” he says, “Jesus Christ Freddie, you’re fucked up” you storm to the bedroom packing your things.

You feel your eyes begin to water as the memory intrudes your thoughts. The fight ended badly that night, too, leaving the both of you hurt, and angry.

You feel an arm wrap around you, it’s Auston. You try your best to smile at him, “I’m sorry it’s taking so long for me to find a place, but everything in my price range isn’t available until a few months from now, and-” he cuts you off, you were visibly distressed and he just didn’t want you to stress yourself out more, “stop it, Y/N” he just holds you closer, “I like you here, don’t worry about it” he says.

Auston really did love you living with him, he always enjoyed your company and loved the ‘Sunday Night Lights’ that’d you host in his living room for him after Saturday night games. But part of you knew he just wanted time alone also - which he hadn’t had for the last month or so.

“I think I’m gonna go for a drive” you say to Auston, “alright, I’ll see you later” he stands up giving you a hug, squeezing you tighter in his arms.

Auston has always been both yours and Freddie’s go to for anything, in fact he was probably the only one who knew about the fight as Freddie only keeps to a select few about your relationship.

You grab your car keys from the dish at the front foyer, noticing the little picture of you and Freddie attached to it, it had completely slipped your mind to take it off, and who really looks at their keys in such detail anyway?

You turn around the object and notice he had a little note in his handwriting etched into it.

Elskede, I love you. Happy 1 year, I am so glad that you chose me. I am so lucky to have you.

That was 2 years old now, you let a tear fall as you look at it, letting out a sigh before walking out of the house. You walk to your car, starting it, and backing out of the driveway waving to the neighbours who were outside. It was a nice neighbourhood and you always wanted to buy a house here, but with only one income, you would never be able to afford it.

You decide on going to Y/F/N’s house, it wasn’t too far from Austons, maybe a 10 minute drive. The drive was calm, too, and you park infront of a car you recognize, but not paying it too much attention. You needed someone outside of the Leafs group to talk to - who wouldn’t have a biased opinion - it took 6 months of convincing Y/F/N that Freddie was a great boyfriend, so she definitely was the right person for this.

You walk up her front porch, looking in the slim window beside her door, hearing ‘SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK’ by Joji playing faintly and her and Freddie dancing to the music. You feel your heart break at the sight of your bestfriend and the love of your life fall slowly for each other.

You run to your car and quickly pull away, the tires screeching loudly as you do so. You look in your mirror and see that they were now out on the front porch, they both knew you saw them.

The drive felt like years even if you were speeding, thankfully no kids were running wild on the streets nor were any other pedestrians, and thankfully no cops were around to pull you over.

And when you get home and cry to Auston, he’s right there supporting you, telling you if anything, she’s just a rebound and that Freddie definitely doesn’t love her. You couldn’t help but wonder how long this had been going on for. You felt hurt and betrayed by both Y/F/N and Freddie, the two people you’re supposed to trust the most.

#frederik andersen #frederik andersen imagine #hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs #auston matthews

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mangakabk · 4 years ago

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I'll just keep on drawing these two 😌 ( and pls dont mind my awful handwriting )

#hitsukarin #tōshirō hitsugaya #captain hitsugaya #karin kurosaki #bleach manga #bleach anime #bleach toshiro #toshiro hitsugaya

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rqs902 · 4 years ago

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enyu’s mom calls him "公子哥" is he rich or is this a JOKE LOL and his mom is at a bar IM CRYING HAHA

i just get a feeling youku eliminated shiwei for dramatic effect...

but aw xue en crying over weihao and mxy saying star master kids are all worthy to lin mo

L O L i was gonna be like oh thats nice enyu’s dad asked about his friends, he’s really been paying attention but then he starts throwing these

L O L I SEE WHERE HE GETS HIS REALNESS FROM HAHAHHAHA

LOL NOW HE KNOWS HOW IT FEELS

omg xikan wanting to call luo zheng!!!! im grateful theyre still close, theyre doing such different things now

awww mubo !!! being all supportive and protective of zuo ye

hHAHAHA omg fan yu talking on the phone to renyu is so cute, so expressive with the gasp when renyu says they just recorded elims and then the AHHHH and OH MY GOD when he says he and zaixi were eliminated and the ALSKJLAKS and loud sigh when renyu reveals he just tricked him hahahaha theyre so cute omg can fan yu pls show up at the next perf, id die

lin ran’s “new world new me” im cry

lol renyu’s getting roasted by his team mates but at least they didnt really ditch him

what is this set up anyway? theyre given a mission to leave, so theyre allowed to run around... but not? who planned this lol youku......

LOL jin fan tryin to reason why theyll be ok going to guangzhou

did their group just get special permission bc director li hao?

hahaha ayyy zhan yu jumped first, you go child! not surprised somehow that he’d love it

lin mo’s group went to the same place? LOL but also they seem so much more under control LOL such a guai group

LOL WHY ARE THEY SO LOUD HAHAHAH i dont think ive ever seen people that loud on a roller coaster LOL

LOL why am i not surprised enyu is the one carrying xzx

i cant with xzx and his heelys omg

leave it to csp to relate bungee jumping to some great deeper meaning for zlj’s personal growth hahahah but good on the kid for going through with it. interesting that zixin said he sees himself in zlj so much

HAHAHHAHA THIS FACE

when reminded he’s the hormone representative his face changed so fast im crying

ycw is laughing his butt off and i love how it says “children’s playground” in the background

when ycw gets thoroughly ignored

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA OSCAR’S SSHHHHHHHH AND XUE EN TELLS HIM TO WATCH HIS “LANGUAGE LANGUAGE” HAHAHAHHA

i just realized theres an english speaking line in this group :’) syh, xue en, oscar

awwwwwwwwww them all planning to sing him happy birthday on the dot and setting it up so he can be at the top at that moment awwww thats so fun

LOL the way that oscar cursed his way to the top and is sweating so hard LOL the poor kid omg HAHAHHA

aw he can tell syh drew the card

LOL ITS OKAY OSCAR I STRUGGLE WITH READING TOO

get you a friend like ycw who’ll tell you that you can decide how to pronounce words right, just because its your birthday

struggling to read xue en’s handwriting LOL

HHAHAHAHHAHAHA HOW DOES XZX RECOGNIZE IT’S HUANG ENYU BY FEELING HIS PECS HAHAHHAHA

i feel the need to just say huang junrong looks so adorable in his bright yellow outfit hahah

there’s two types of kids in this group: hjr and enyu screaming their butts off, and lin mo and xzx wallowing in regret of their life decisions

hjr and enyu always saying its too short when the ride ends LOL

lin mo talking real talk over dinner about their feelings BC HES A REAL LEADER and knows how important it is to address this. these concerns are obviously very present in his mind, even when theyre out having fun to relax, and he’s still trying his best to figure out how he can help them and motivate them.

makes sense that they would include enyu interview clips bc hes surely spouting the real talk, but i think its interesting its mainly him and lin mo getting screen time.

enyu would be the one to speak up and say something when lin mo is trying to talk to them though. i think theyre both right though, im guessing lin mo is in part too nice, bc he doesnt feel comfortable enough with them to be as strict as he normally is, bc he knows they have reason to not be motivated and he feels bad for them. but at the same time, he brings up a good point that they themselves need to have their own motivation. it cant just be him putting in effort. and i HUGELY respect that he is telling this to them straight up bc its a hard conversation to have, esp bc im sure he wants them to like him as a friend. but i respect that he knows if they have problems they have to air them out bc lack of communication will be too costly.

momo is lucky he has someone like enyu on his team who’ll actually talk to him with real opinions rather than just hide in fear of disrupting the status quo. literally enyu is the one voicing that he doesnt want takeout and he doesnt want to stay up late, and other people agree, but the surprise on lin mo’s face just tells you that he wouldnt have even realized these are things that are bothering his teammates unless they straight up told him, and thankfully enyu did, bc lin mo thankfully is reasonable and willing to change his habits for the sake of the group TO HELP THEM. hes willing to do anything he can to help them, as long as they tell him what they want from him. huang enyu’s lesson in communication, dont let people guess, just tell them straight up

its interesting bc its clear enyu respects lin mo a lot, says he has the experience and the skill and the right to yell at them to get it together, but hes still not afraid to tell lin mo he thinks lin mo should be more strict with them. and then i respect lin mo for not backing down when being criticized and for strongly insisting that they need to put in effort themselves too. he cant force them to do anything they dont want to do themselves. they themselves have to want to do well.

lin mo is really out here taking care of his group of children and leading them and helping them and looking out for them and im just floored by his leadership yet again. i really hope they can pull it together.

lin mo is a dork and stanning him leads to mostly either second-hand embarrassment or disappointment. from qcyn to snzm, it just always feels like he’s being mistreated and taken advantage of and stepped on, and sad things just keep happening to him. but then he has these moments where he reminds you of why he’s worth stanning. why it’s worth waiting for something good to finally actually happen. and why he deserves those good things. its just so nice to see hes getting some appreciation and recognition for the things he does. at least youku let us see his leadership in action.

totally not surprised akey is there to drive the conversation for their group’s real talk time. tyger co-leader translates clearly hahah

LOL LI HAO TOTALLY FORGOT THE SNZM DANCE LOL

im like not surprised xikan’s group got the least adventurous adventure bc hes not afraid to show how serious hes taking this competition, but also somehow still feel like hes not getting better treatment relative to being number one?? maybe im just overthinking

honestly all things considered im okay with this being the debut group

i mean i love ycw and zry but i feel like this makes sense to me.

this looks scary lol lin ran wyd

but yea even the way they framed the cliff hanger for next week... why do i just feel like xikan is not being treated with the respect he deserves??

anywayyyyyyyyyyyy for 少年營業中

LOL gz’s impression of zlj watching scary movies sounds so accurate im ded

zixin is so adorable!! i love his outfit too ahhah

LOL gz’s sassy response to zlj responding when xue en says he’s gonna talk about a cute trainee with highly regarded visuals

why am i totally not surprised xue en didnt get scared but zixin got scared AGAIN lol

why do i suddenly get the realization that we hardly ever see ycw and zlj interact

it just feels weird to see them together even tho they obviously have overlapping friend groups lol....

poor shiwei isnt even here and they keep talking about him LOL at least theyre not even really roasting him LOL ycw and yzx too nice for that

im just DYING at the cto gege’s laughing SO HARD HAHAHA

and ycw’s face LOL

xue en’s laugh made this ep worth it LOL

wow should i be happy that lin mo is finally in the next ep of this side show, or sad that jin fan never got to appear and itll be the last ep :( im also excited to see lin ran again! wow its weird to think that snzm is ending soon, it felt like the first 7 eps were like a slow burn and now its a mad rush to the end

#rants #in which i get in deep enyu and lin mo feels

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sailorshadzter · 5 years ago

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Yay more Jonsa fics! Can you pls write one about Sansa sending Jon ravens every month asking him to come home, with no replies, and only Bran/Tormund sending her messages that tells her Jon received them. One day Sansa gets the flu and is unable to send the letter. Then she gets overwhelmed by her queenly duties and the letter is put off. A few weeks later Jon arrives, ready to protect her

ahhhh! okay so i loved this idea so much but i did tweak it very slightly to fit my idea of a very worried, protective jon.thanks for the request!

send me prompts

“Another letter, your grace.”

Tormund’s vocals are like music, his laughter floating along after. Things never seem to change, Jon supposes, including Tormund. Though he’s asked the man to stop calling him your grace dozens of times now, it seems likely it’ll never cease. Jon imagines he does it now to annoy him, rather than out of his respect. “Thank you,” he says as he takes the scroll, unrolling it while Tormund warms himself before the roaring fire.

The small, neat script is as familiar as always and Jon sighs.

“You should write her back.” Tormund says without turning back, his hands still yet outstretched towards the fire. Jon raises his gaze to the red head’s back but doesn’t reply, rather he turns his attention back to the words written on the page.

Jon,

I’ve heard you’ve been chosen as the King Beyond the Wall. I hope it makes you happy. Things are well here at home, aside from the usual winter ailments that plague us every year. It’s especially bad this year, I’ve already lost a maid and a guard, and Lord Royce’s youngest son died just yesterday. I hope no sickness has reached you at Castle Black, nor the wall, where ever you are. I miss you terribly. Please… Write me back. Even just to see my name written on a slip of parchment will do. Please Jon, I miss you.

Sansa.

Her letters come weekly, as they have since the moment they had separated back at King’s Landing. The first one had been waiting for him at Castle Black the very first day he’d arrived. Jon folds the parchment up and tucks it into his doublet. He recalls the sickness she speaks of from childhood- he himself had nearly died of it and plenty of others had. Fear turns his stomach and he abruptly rises from his chair, its legs scraping against the stone floor in the most awful of ways. This catches Tormund’s attention and the man turns to face him. “I forgot I said I would oversee the building today,” he says, though he’s made no such promise and Tormund knows this.

Jon is gone before he can respond and the man heaves a sigh, shaking his head as he instead sits down at the desk Jon once occupied. And it’s there that he pens his usual note to the Queen in the North, letting her know Jon has read her letter and is still the stupidest man alive, though he’s well and certainly misses her as much as she misses him. It’s the least he could do for the lonely Queen.

[ x x x ]

When the raven comes, it’s Tormund’s handwriting yet again on the scroll.

Sansa sighs as she sits back against her chair, tossing the parchment away among all the others upon her desk. She’s been working tirelessly these last few days- between preparing small funerals for those who had died of illness thus far and ensuring her people were well stocked for the remaining winter… It felt never ending. A cough escapes her and she leans over her desk, sweating beneath her heavy gray gown. When had it become so very hot?

“Your grace?”

It is Lord Royce in her doorway and she tries to smile for him as he enters the room, knowing this is a man that has stood by her all this time. “Lord Royce,” she greets with a tired smile, noticing only then the rawness of her throat, of the tightness in her bones. “It is as I said, you should be with your family… I can manage without you for a few days.”

Lord Royce offers his queen a small smile and shakes his head. “I feel better knowing I am at your service, my queen.” He says as he steps further into the room, squinting as he peers down at her behind her desk. She is pale and drawn, looking quite unwell now that he looks closer. “You must rest,” he says without hesitation, coming to stand before her desk that’s littered with letters from all across Westeros. “With all the sickness around, it is imperative that you remain healthy. Please, allow me to escort you back to your chamber so you may rest.”

“You are kind to worry after me, my lord, but I assure you I am well,” she says, though the cough that suddenly escapes her says otherwise. “But perhaps I will allow you to walk with me back to my rooms. It is late, isn’t it?” It’s as she rises to her feet that Sansa realizes something isn’t right with her. The tightness in her chest is suddenly overwhelming and she stumbles, darkness closing in around her. She can hear Lord Royce’s voice calling out to her as if from beneath water, chanting your grace, over and over again until finally… She hears nothing at all.

[ x x x ]

Jon is surprised when there’s no letter.

He inquires with a few of his men, all of whom shake their heads that no letter had arrived for him from anywhere. Jon can’t shake the feeling inside him as he strides through the courtyard and up the stairs into his chambers, where Ghost is dozing on the floor before a dying fire. The wolf raises his head from his great big paws as he enters, looking at his master as if he’s causing him an inconvenience by waking him. “She always writes me,” Jon says aloud as he paces back and forth, forcing Ghost to sit up with a yawn. “Always.” His mind is racing, wondering if the beautiful queen had finally let him go. He wouldn’t blame her of course, it’s what he wanted her to do… Wasn’t it?

After several more moments of pacing, he stops at his desk and catches sight of her last letter, folded up there on top of all the others. He reaches for it and the moment he begins to read, a cold realization settles in the pit of his stomach. “No…” He mumbles, tossing the letter back down, shaking his head.

“Go to her.”

Jon turns at the sound of a voice, only to find Tormund standing in the door. “Go,” he urges with a nod of his head, knowing Jon would never rest if he didn’t. For no letter to have come from the Queen in the North meant something and it couldn’t be good. “I’ll look after things here… So go.” Jon came up to stand before him and it was a moment later that they were embracing. When Jon pulled back, it was to grab his old fur cloak and flee into the corridor, Ghost trotting along behind him.

It takes him only ten minutes to secure a few provisions for the road and saddle up his horse. And then he’s off, rushing back to home, back to her.

[ x x x ]

As she drifts back to the world of the living, Sansa realizes she can’t move her legs.

A rush of fear wakens her completely and she forces herself up in bed, though it proves a great feat indeed. She begins coughing a moment after she realizes someone is draped over her lower half; Jon is awake the moment she begins to cough and he’s surging towards the head of her bed, gently pushing her back down against her pillows. “You’re here,” she whispers when she’s finished coughing, her throat dry and aching though she smiles as he leans over her, brushing hair from her forehead.

“You didn’t write me,” he murmurs back and his words elicit a soft chuckle from her trembling lips.

“You never write back,” she quips, sick but still fierce.

“There was too much to say,” he says and she raises her sapphire gaze to meet his. “Besides.. You know I was always poor at letters,” she’s reminded of their childhood, when her mother had punished him and Robb both for their lackluster writing. “Can I stay?” He asks then, gesturing back to the chair he’d once been sleeping in. Sansa regards him for one single moment before she nods, sinking back against her pillows as he drags the chair to where he stood and settles himself into it. And then they begin to talk.

He doesn’t tell her that he’s been there at her side for days, but rather they talk about the family they both miss. They talk about the childhood left behind and the present they have come to know. They talk and talk until she falls asleep, drained from days of illness, and he can’t stop himself from leaning over her to softly kiss her forehead. There at her bedside, he wonders how he ever was able to separate himself from her… For now that he was here he was certain he would never leave her again.

#jonsa #jonsa fanfic #anon asks #writing prompt #i wrote this #my writing #jon x sansa

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girls-scenarios · 5 years ago

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Red Velvet Soulmate Headcanon

Prompt: Red Velvet soulmate headcanon pls

A/N: There was another ask for a Red Velvet soulmate headcanon but I think our inbox might have eaten it? Also, I kind of just wrote about what kind of soulmate AU’s I thought would best fit them, since I wasn’t sure how else to write it. Anyway, I hope this is kind of what you had in mind, and that you all enjoy! - Admin Kiwi

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Irene:

For Irene, the world would be black and white until you meet your soulmate

Irene would be older by the time she finally met her soulmate

As a kid, she would worry that she might be broken, or that she might not have a soulmate

But it wouldn’t really bother her as she got older

She’d be too busy with work to care

For a while, she wouldn’t even be sure if she believed in the whole soulmate thing

Since she’d never seen colors for herself, people could just be lying

So she’d just ignore all talk of soulmates and focus on work and bettering herself instead

You’d meet her at time and place when neither of you would expect it

Somewhere inconspicuous like a grocery store or a park

The two of you would end up bumping into each other, causing you both to look up and lock eyes

At that moment, suddenly the world would become bright, and she’d blink her eyes, wondering if she was dreaming as she looked around in awe

Finally, she could see how bright the world was around her

And it was beautiful

“Woah, my outfit really doesn’t match.”

“Wait, does this mean?”

It would be awkward at first, with neither of you really knowing what to do

The two of you would end up laughing at the weirdness of it all before introducing yourselves and exchanging phone numbers

Weirdly, neither of you would want to leave after meeting each other

And the two of you would just get closer after that

Later, once the two of you were officially an item, Irene would admit to you that she’d thought that colors were a lie

And you would laugh, telling her that you’d thought the same way

“I’m glad they weren’t though. I love living life in color with you.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

Wendy:

For Wendy, you can hear your soulmate’s voice when they sing

From pretty young, Wendy would always be singing

She loved music, so she just couldn’t help it, even if she knew that it might annoy you to always hear her singing in your head

As a kid, she’d tried to apologize, only for her mother to laugh and pat her on the head

Telling her that wasn’t how it worked, and assuring her that her soulmate would be happy to hear her singing

You would sing too, a bit, but as you got older, it would be more humming than singing

The only times she’d really get to hear you sing would be at night

She figured you were probably singing in the shower before bed

But she would always stay up until she heard you sing before she slept

Both of you knew if was a bad day if the other didn’t sing or hum at least

And it was hard to know you couldn’t do anything

But on nights when you didn’t sing, Wendy would sing instead

Something soothing and sweet, hoping it helped you

As she got older, she decided that she wanted to be a singer

At first, she was worried that she might annoy you, or distract you

But nothing seemed to change

Sometimes you would hum to yourself, songs that you had stuck in your head or whatever she’d been singing recently

It was weird, always being able to hear each other hum and sing

But being unable to talk or ask who you were

It wouldn’t be until Wendy finally debuted as a singer when you realized who she was

She would sing her debut song to you before it was even released, practicing over and over until you knew it by heart

So when a beautiful girl named Wendy debuted with the song you’d come to love, you knew it had to be her

Immediately, you made your way to her, fighting through every obstacle until you found a way to talk to her

When she finally saw you, she didn’t know your face, but she knew you, and she’d immediately smile, opening her arms to invite you into a hug

It would be a relief to finally know who you were

“I’ve been waiting to meet you.”

Seulgi:

For Seulgi, what you write on your skin ends up on your soulmate’s skin

Even at a young age, she’d know she had a soulmate somewhere

You would know, too, because your arms would be covered

From notes to doodles to reminders, she would write everything on her arms

Mostly just because you would always draw her a little doodle in return, to let you know you saw her

As the two of you got older, the things the two of you would write to each other would change

Sometimes it would be shopping lists, or notes for a test, or lyrics to songs that the two of you shared interests in

Once the two of you got to college, you would occasionally have full conversations

Arms and legs covered in marker and pen and anything else the two of you could find

Sometimes, you would complain about work loads and stress to each other

And although Seulgi isn’t the best at drawing, she would try to doodle cute things to cheer you up

They always managed to make you smile, no matter how bad they were

Still, somehow the two of you would avoid each other

Until one day, when Seulgi would finally ask to try and meet up

I want to see you.

I want to see you too. Where do you live?

Luckily, the two of you wouldn’t be too far from each other and would agree to meet up at a nearby cafe

As Seulgi anxiously waited, she would feel her arm tingle and look down to see I see you written in your familiar handwriting

When she looked up to see you walking over with a wide smile, she’d immediately jump up and wrap you up in a hug

Happy to finally have you by her side

Joy:

For Joy, the first words your soulmate says to you would be tattooed on your body

When her words showed up in grade school, she was surprised and confused

Hey, did you do the homework? was written on her arm in black ink

At first, she’d wonder if maybe she’d meet her soulmate in middle or high school

But once those years of her life flew by, she would start to wonder if she’d missed her soulmate somehow

Of course, she still had university in front of her

But talking to and meeting new people would be kind of hard for her

And she’d worry, afraid that she’d be too shy to speak to anyone

But soon, she’d meet friends and become focused on school, almost forgetting about her soulmate tattoo altogether

She wouldn’t really talk much in class, even to the people that sat right next to her

Some people she would see in multiple classes, but unless people talked to her first, she was always too shy to say anything

And a lot of people saw her as intimidating (because she didn’t talk, and because her resting face was kind of stern)

So for the most part, she went through her university life without chatting with classmates, and without thinking of her tattoo

She wouldn’t remember until you, a classmate who had been in multiple of her classes, spoke those familiar words

“Hey, did you do the homework?”

She was so shocked at you talking to her for a moment that she almost didn’t feel the tingle on her arm at your words

You looked tired and disheveled, like you’d just run to class, and your cheeks were flushed as you apologized for bothering her

“Uh, sure,” she would say, awkward as she shoved over her book

Then her eyes would land on her tattoo, and her mouth would go dry as she finally recognized the tingle

“Wait. Are you?”

Your eyes would be wide as you looked at her and raised your hand

Uh, sure was written there in ink, and a slow smile moved across your features

“I think we might be soulmates. I’m (Y/N) by the way.”

Smiling, she would feel relieved, so glad that she hadn’t missed, and so happy not to have to worry anymore

“I’m Joy. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Yeri:

For Yeri, everyone would have a matching tattoo with their soulmate

She would have hers somewhere where people usually wouldn’t see it

Like on her stomach or back, or even on her leg

It would be something small, too: a little bundle of purple grapes

Unique with a pink stem, instead of a normal green

As a child, she’d worry that she’d meet her soulmate and not know, because she wouldn’t be able to see and recognize the tattoo

And that scared her a lot through her younger years

But as she got older, she’d realize that soulmates just had a way of coming together, so she would stop worrying so much

A social butterfly, she’d gather plenty of friends as she grew older

People would just love being around her, because she’s the life of the party

In fact, you would become her friend rather quickly without realizing that the two of you had the same little hiding tattoo

Since she just attracts people, you would start as just another friend

But as the two of you got to know each other better, she would find herself wanting to spend more and more time with you

Still, that happened when she liked people, so she brushed it off at first

It wouldn’t be until the two of you went swimming together that you’d realize

Stopping in your tracks and staring with your mouths open as the two of you stared at the identical tattoos

“It was you this whole time?”

“You know, it kind of makes sense, now that I think about it.”

After the initial shock, the two of you would be thrilled

Because she was once afraid she’d never find you, she’d want to treasure you as much as she could

She would happily announce it to everyone she knew, always wanting you to be by her side

“You know, I’m really happy I found you.”

“I’m really happy I found you too.”

#red velvet #red velvet headcanons #femifics #irene #wendy #seulgi #joy #yeri #girl group headcanons #kpop headcanons #girl groups #kpop girl groups #bae joohyun #son seungwan #park sooyoung

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detroit-extended · 6 years ago

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Youtuber!AU

the requests are done and ya’ll seem to really love this AU. pls enjoy part 2! Here’s a link to part 1 lmao

“You got this, okay? Breathe, you slut.”

“What North is trying to say is that you may be a slut, but you’re the slut. It’s just a video. You’re not getting married.”

“Josh is right. Stop sweating. Connor would be grossed out if your sweaty hands get all over his controller.”

“Oh fuck,” Markus said as he wiped his palms on his jeans.

“That’s not the only thing he’s getting his hands on, amiright- OW! That fucking hurt, Josh.”

“Sexual innuendos are what got us flagged, North.”

“So?”

“We got five videos removed, North.”

“So?”

“I worked hard editing those, North.”

“Oh, fine. You win. Whatever. I could probably edit better than you, anyway.”

“Using what? Powerpoint?”

“Children, please.”

“Sorry,” North and Josh muttered to simultaneously.

“What do I even do? Guys, I’ve drawn him with a six pack. I've drawn his bulge. I’ve read fanfiction. I’ve made fanfiction.”

“It means you’re creepy.”

“It means you’re dedicated.”

“Thanks, Simon. I just-”

“Looks like we’re here. Let’s go, gang”

“Wait, I thought we were going to his place to live stream a horror game?”

“No, you idiot. We’re putting you in a horror game.”

“North, you’re not making any sense.”

“We’re dumping you in an escape room with your lover. Thank us later.”

“Josh, let’s rethink this.”

“Isn’t that his car? I’m honking at him.”

“Simon, you monster.”

“Markus, you rude bitch, you’re making him come out to greet us!”

“But I-”

“Guys, he’s walking towards us!”

“Quick, Simon, open Markus’ window!”

“No, no, no-”

Simon pulled down the window beside Markus. The four were silent as a strikingly handsome young man approached them with an easy smile. He leaned down to greet them in the car.

“Hi. My name is Connor. I suppose you guys are Jericho?”

There was a pregnant pause. Markus was trembling and unabashedly gaping at his idol. His friends were trying to stifle their laughter.

“Um, yes! My name is Jericho- wait, no. My name is Markus. Yeah, Markus. You?”

His three companions groaned.

“Oh, um.” Connor awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

Markus panicked. “No! No! I’m so sorry! I know who you are! Well, I guess you just introduced yourself and I’m just a huge fan and can I please have your autograph?”

“Well,” he laughed and Markus wanted to cry, “I suppose we’ll see. Let’s get into the building, shall we?”

Before he could answer, his friends were already slamming their doors to get out.

“Pleasure meeting you, Mr. Anderson. I’m Simon. Markus definitely made sure I knew all about you.” Simon grinned teasingly and shook his hand. Markus was staring at them with growing horror from inside the vehicle.

“Hey, I’m Josh.” He waved. “Markus made me watch most of your videos with him. You’re pretty amazing!”

“Sup, I’m North.” She smirked. “I can get you quick access to all his love poems, fanfiction, and fanart dedicated to you. It’ll cost you, though.”

“I do like reading.” Connor said politely, although, his eyebrows were slightly furrowing in confusion due to the... strange introductions.

“So!” Markus finally exited the car, albeit with very little grace. “An escape room, eh? We should probably go.”

His eyes surveyed Connor, hoping for his approval. He sighed with relief when the said Youtuber agreed.

----

The door to the room was built to look like the entrance of a mausoleum. Markus willed himself to not look like an idiot. This was his chance! He’s played so many horror games. He wasn’t going to get one little room stop him.

“Are your cameras alright?” Connor asked. Markus fumbled with the GoPro strapped on his head and chest. He numbly nodded at him.

“Alright,” Simon called as he clasped his hands together, “You’ve got one hour to escape. There’s an intercom there if you want to use a hint or talk to us. Try not to break anything. Management is already a bit put off by North.”

“How was I not supposed to punch that stupid clown in the face?”

“Anyway, you think you guys can do this?”

Connor smirked determinedly. “I always accomplish my mission.”

“Oh, my god he said the thing,” Markus mumbled to himself.

“Great! Wear the blindfolds and hold each other’s hand please.”

“Why-”

“Just do it, Markus.”

“You guys-”

He shut himself up when he felt Connor tie a blindfold over his eyes. He could feel his skin gently skimming over the back of his neck. He shivered.

“We’re ready now,” he heard Connor say.

“Great!” North replied. “Now hold hands when you go in, please. It’s a safety precaution. Really.”

“You’re one big liar-”

Again, he quickly shut up when Connor’s fingers gently laced with his. His heart beat wildly. He was close to tears.

“We can do this,” Connor determinedly whispered into his ear.

Markus heard nothing. He just felt Connor’s breath teasing his skin.

“See you in an hour, guys!” That was the last thing they heard before they were unceremoniously shoved into the escape room.

The got rid of the blindfolds quickly. However, Markus noted, they were still holding hands.

“It’s very dark. There should be a flashlight here somewhere.” Connor muttered to his left. “Oh, there it is.” Markus was being dragged to the corner of a room. Suddenly, his idol’s face was blinking at him, illuminated by the sudden light. “Here, have one, too.” He gave Markus another flashlight.

“Thanks.” He praised whatever deities were out there that Connor couldn’t clearly see how much he was panicking.

They surveyed the room. It was fairly small and old fashioned, like a Victorian era grave yard for the aristocrats. There was a number of scattered objects. Blood and water smeared the wall. Eerie music played in the background.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“W-what for?”

“I’m still holding your hand.”

“... It’s fine.”

“Really? Okay.”

He expected Connor to let go.

He didn’t.

“Look at this, Markus! It’s a note!”

Markus was lead to a wall. Written in what looked like blood was a message.

‘I’m dead. Mommy killed me. She threw me in a well and watched me drown. I don’t like her very much. Did mommy send you here? Does she want to laugh at me again? No! I don’t like you! If you don’t leave, I’ll drown you, too!’

They heard child-like laughter echo within the room.

“Our best choice is to leave, I presume.”

“You’re not wrong.”

Markus was being pulled everywhere. He was barely even playing, really. He was simply following Connor as he solved every riddle and found every clue in a blink of an eye. Markus didn’t mind. He really liked listening to him.

“The buyer doesn’t want it, the seller doesn't- oh. Obviously a coffin. Does that mean the next clue is in the small coffin in the corner? Let’s see.”

Markus opened the coffin for Connor. There was a piece of paper inside. The handwriting was quite ugly and child-like. It contained the riddle:

Behind the words, behind the papers

I am the door of never-ending favours

“Behind the words...” Markus trailed off in contemplation.

Connor had his eyes narrowed, deep in thought. “What could it mean? We’re so close, Markus! I can feel it!”

Connor subconsciously tightened his grip on Markus’ hand. He didn’t mind in the slightest.

“Hold on. Behind the... papers? Connor, it’s behind the bookshelf! We gotta-” Connor quickly pulled themselves to the tall shelf stacked with books.

“Let’s try getting rid of the books. We might find something.” Connor meticulously picked off the literature.

Markus, however, was staring at one particular tome. It was titled ‘When I Drowned’. Could it..?

He gently attempted to pry it off, but instead, as he moved the book, it set off a mechanism that prompted the shelf to move. There was a hidden passage.

Connor gasped. “Markus, you’re brilliant!”

He didn’t get to reply because he was being pulled into the darkened halls. Connor was practically running with excitement, almost leaving him behind. Markus was careful to make sure neither of them tripped.

“It’s a well!” Connor said mostly to himself.

Markus raised an eyebrow. “The well where she died?”

“Most probably. What do we do now? There’s nothing else in here.”

Suddenly, from up above them, they hear the voice of a young girl.

“You’ve found me... Does mommy want to see me drown again? Well, I don’t want to! I will kill-”

“Wait a fucking minute. North, is that you?!”

Connor nudged him on the shoulder. “You can’t cut off ghosts, Markus. It’s impolite.”

“But it’s-”

“Be quiet! How will I know if you’re not here to hurt me?”

Connor was the one to answer. “We just want to escape. If you help us, we’ll be on our way. How can we prove that we’re good?”

“Mommy hates love... so she hated me! You need to prove to me that you’re capable of love!”

“I own a dog. I love him very much. I love Hank, too-”

“You’re lying! You need to prove it or I won’t believe your shit!”

Markus rolled his eyes. “Victorian-era aristocratic kids didn’t swear, North.”

With her normal voice, she replied. “Just shut up, will you? Anyway, ahem- prove to me that you know how to love!”

“But how?” Connor inclined his head to the side.

“Not you. I want the man next to you to prove it.”

“Why the hell-”

“Do as I say or I’ll drown you! No one will help you even if you cry! Even if you beg! Even if you scream!”

“Oh, whatever. Fine, what do I do?”

“Kiss your companion’s cheek.”

“Excuse you?!”

“Did I stutter? Kiss him, Markus.”

“You’re not even doing the voice anymore. Oh, god. I’m so sorry, Connor. My friends are awful and I just-”

“Just kiss me, you fool.”

“What.”

“We need to escape,” Connor cheekily smiled at a dumbfounded Markus, “it’s okay. Just kiss me.”

“Oh my god, Simon do you hear this-” They heard North from the intercom.

Markus coughed. “I wouldn’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable!”

But Connor already prepared his cheek, slightly leaning it upwards for a better angle. Markus gulped.

“FUCKING DO IT, YOU PIECE OF GARBAGE!”

“North, please.”

“GET OFF MY DICK, SIMON.”

The two ignored the bickering. Connor was waiting and Markus was panicking.

“Okay, if we’re really going to do this, I just want you to know that I’m so sorry-”

“Markus...”

“A-alright! Here I go!” Markus closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Far too quickly, Connor moved his head to kiss Markus on the lips. Markus let out a gasp, but Connor held his hand tightly. They deepened the kiss.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-”

The screams of three different people resonated within the room. They both jumped apart, their hands separated now. It felt lonely. Connor’s face was bright red whilst Markus was hyperventilating in the corner.

After a few seconds of silence, a door from seemingly out of nowhere opened.

“Guys, we just asked for a cheek kiss. Ya’ll are so horny.”

“Damn, Markus. You move quick. You got French kissed by the guy you’ve probably written smut about.”

“Let’s head outside, hmm? Congratulations, you two! You’ve escaped!”

The duo shared a glance and let out incredulous laughs.

“That was fun,” Connor said to Markus quietly as the exited.

He shyly grinned. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Would you... like to do this again sometime?”

Markus powered through the heart attack that was destroying his soul. “That’d be nice,” he answered as smoothly as he could.

Connor smiled softly and intertwined his fingers once more with Markus. They walked out of the building together hand-in-hand.

“Um... where are they going? We parked on the other side...?”

“Love leads you to mysterious places, North. Let’s not question it.”

#dbh #detroit #detroit become human #dbh connor #dbh markus #dbh simon #dbh north #dbh josh #connor #markus #simon #josh #conkus #mannor #rk1k #rk1000

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