every last person in this school

To my first love,

I hate that I know your routine.

That you you’re busy until 5:40 every Tuesday and Thursday. I hate that I know where you work, that school stresses you out, that you’re torn between two jobs, and that you can never decide what to do with your hair.

I hate that you’re the last person that told me they loved me, and I hate that I can still feel your unwanted touch. The physical pain you caused me. The pain you caused me because I let you, because I thought you were my best friend. Because I love you.

I loved you.

But you don’t love me, you don’t respect me, and what happened a few weeks back wasn’t my fault.

I’m still coming to terms with it all.
Please let me forget, let me fall out of love. 

A

Clapping Banned

I think this was last year, but anyways, clapping became a thing at my school. It was crazy. At first it started out small like a few kids clapping when a teacher walked into the room, but a week later it was the whole class clapping when anyone walked into a room. It was loud, there was cheering and screaming as if someone famous had walked in, and let me just say.. This happened to every. person. I mean if you were the second one through the door to a class, that one person sitting there would be clapping. You could hear the clapping from other classes on the other hall. So one day, we’re all sitting at lunch when the principal stands up on the stage(there was a stage type thing in the cafeteria, idk why), and announces that clapping is banned. Anyone who claps will be given a warning, but if they do it again, a referral. And suddenly, the whole cafeteria is quiet. 

And then we start clapping.

1. you have made it to 20! what a whirlwind year it has been but if you can survive 2016 you can survive anything.


2. remember that love trumps hate any day, everyday. just keep spreading love and being the best person you can be.


3. last year was definitely not your year for romance, try it this year though. I have a feeling a lot of love is coming your way.


4. school is a priority, do not ever forget that. you are so fortunate to be able to even attend college so just try your hardest in each and every class.


5. DO NOT SKIP YOUR 8AM! you signed up for it, you now have your afternoons free to study as you please. it’s an important class and really an hour difference of sleep is not going to kill you.


6. go to bed early, you’ll thank yourself when that 8am roles around.


7. take care of your body. eat healthy but eat good. make sure you are hydrated and exercise on the days that you can. you know that you always feel so good after you exercise.


8. keep meeting new people and keep making friends. talk to people in your classes, make new friends and study buddies.


9. when you are not feeling good on the inside remember to just take time to unplug and go outside.


10. remember your worth. this can be applied to friendships, to relationships and even when you are with just with yourself. you are worth so much and you have purpose, you are just starting to figure out new parts of your journey, don’t be so hard on yourself.


11. you can change your mind.


12. don’t let people make you feel bad for not wanting to do what you used to do, for changing and growing.


13. do not be afraid to let this love inside. when people give it to you sometimes you make up excuses to not take it. don’t do this, embrace the love and keep giving yours as well.


14. last year was so hard there is no doubt. but baby he doesn’t think about you anymore and you were not worth anything to him. that was not love and there is no love there. he is in the past, he is not your future. just let it go. let him go. no more.


15. you make each day what you will. it’s up to you and you are writing your story, you get to decided the paths that you take and the people you get to take it with. mistakes happen along the way and you can recover. you are in charge.


16. just spread love. give it to yourself in abundance and give it to the people you meet and want to keep getting to know. 


17. be who you want to be in 2017. there are so many possibilities and so many different outcomes and lots of things that we do and do not have control over. make sure that the things you can control that you do. make sure that you spread love and light. we all are going to need it.

—  17 things I want to remember in 2017

oikawacannot  asked:

top 5 oikawa gifs xD ((btw i love your blog + edits <33))

How…is….a person…supposed….to choose…RIP

1. This is the only one I’m 100% sure about, it has been my header for the longest time and I still adore it

2. This is so painful what am I even doing (yes, this is THE LAST toss of Oikawa’s high school career, and it was aimed at Iwaizumi. Of course)

3. I could watch him serve all day every day until the end of time 

4. SCRUNCY POUTY FACE 

5. So beautiful I’m crying this is probably one of my favorite shots of him in the entire series

- bonus: since you didn’t specify which Oikawa you were talking about, let’s have my favorite gif of stage play Oikawa too for good measure

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After college, once you get the first job, start looking for a better job after a year or two. Don't stay out of loyalty.

Because trust me, no company is loyal to their employees. Be respectful and professional, but loyalty in a company is rarely noticed and appreciated - unless maybe if its your dad’s company.

As a person who has worked for a same company for 6 years after graduating, i found out i didn’t get a single raise within it unless i ask for it every fucking year, never got much other benefit than initially signed while studying at school.

So i started applying for 5 months and finally got a job, it pays me almost 5 (edit: 4 is more accurate+ benefits such as health care, lunch, gym etc…) times as much as i used to. My friend from same school, with same seniority was getting 4 times my salary for the last 2 years already.

My mistake was thinking that being loyal to this company was gonna in return make the company loyal to me, the company only wants lower costs, loyalty has no place here.

Edit: wow, didn’t expect this response, also apparently this is very common in IT sector (but applies to pretty much all industry), and i am in the IT sector :/ - still feels so unfair.

Edit 2 : as some pointed out, try not to be a “job hopper”, this depends heavily on the industry you are working in though.

Edit 3: this is not a golden a rule, use your own brain, only you know your situation best - just don’t let loyalty for a company ever be the biggest priority, your career should be your priority.

GOT7 on the Last Day of School

Jaebum: signs just his name in every yearbook, reads in class once he finishes the exam. Has three anonymous declarations of love in his yearbook - all of them look like jackson’s handwriting

Jinyoung: thoroughly cleans out his locker with Windex. Finishes every final exam halfway through the period, checks and rechecks his answers until the bell rings. Asks everyone about their plans for the summer. Class valedictorian.

Mark: finishes all his exams early and naps in the back row. Has kids from every clique asking to sign his yearbook. Is going to be a summer camp counselor for some extreme sports camp up north.  

Youngjae: says goodbye to all his teachers in person. Is that kid who somehow ends up on every page of the yearbook. Sings the national anthem for the graduation ceremony

Jackson: throws his papers in the air running out the door. Hastily picks them up, apologizes to the parents waiting in cars. Sings random summer songs but only knows a few bars. Signs everyone’s yearbook H.A.K.A.S.

Bambam: slides on sunglasses and slow rolls from the school parking lot. Almost hits a fire hydrant. Has the last day of school party at his place – invites pending (jk he posted a come one, come all video on his Instagram)

Yugyeom: cheers leaving the building but is then reminded he’s on the football team and has practice every morning starting at 7 am. Goes to bambam’s party anyways, decides to bring back the cat daddy and succeeds

Modern AU with nothing special going on, no aliens, no magic space lions, nada.

Shiro works as a social worker and helps out at a private institution for orphans that aren’t good fits for regular foster homes. Keith is a kid whose parents died when he was young and he was sent to his next of kin. Spoiler: They’re awful. They get a call from a concerned neighbor and it turns out Keith had been severely neglected to the point where he’s mostly nonverbal, and Shiro’s workplace takes custody of him.

Shiro was the first one on the scene and he was the one who coaxed Keith out of the house, he made sure to speak softly and tell him that he was safe and, when he figured out that Keith couldn’t or wouldn’t speak, made sure to ask yes or no questions that he could nod or shake his head to. Because he didn’t even have a change of clothes, Shiro gave Keith his jacket and let him keep it and now Keith just latches onto him instantly.

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Some favorite things from the FMA light novels:

  • Ed being a ridiculously good librarian
  • Roy getting “encouragement letters” aka chewing out from higher-ups in Central, which he and Havoc used to make paper airplanes, testing the hypothesis that the higher the rank of the officer who sent it, the further it flies
  • Havoc and friends starting a ghostbusting team
  • The time Ed and Al were supposed to be figuring out to do about the Tringham bros but Ed went off on a completely different train of thought and wound up just daydreaming about himself at age 19
  • Izumi gave Al a comic book! So sweet
  • KIP, MY BELOVED SON. SO GOOD. SO GOOD
  • Izumi told Ed to fix a broken radio without using alchemy, so he karate-chopped it. It broke even more, obviously
  • In an age before cell phones and computers, Roy needed a way to track down the ever-wandering Elric brothers, so he closed Ed’s bank account in order to force him to come to HQ and talk to him
  • Ed wanted to piss Roy off, so while he was flirting with some women, he ran up and started calling him dad. He then got kidnapped by people who believed him to be Roy’s actual son, and nobody was really concerned, in fact they mostly felt sorry for the kidnappers and debated sending flowers.
  • Al locating Ed in an unfamiliar building by whispering “Hey, bean sprout!” and listening for the rampage from 3 floors above them
  • Al had an entire subplot about learning to accept himself as he is and understanding that he’s not a lesser person for not having a body, and that he can actually live a good life as he is. His final conclusion was “Yeah there’s nothing wrong with me and I could keep living like this, but fuck it, I don’t feel like it”
  • The time as kids when Ed and his friend Pit threw pillbugs at the girls in their school, obviously causing them to freak out… Except for Winry, who quietly picked up every last pillbug and later stuffed them down Ed and Kip’s shirts.
  • ROY DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO PEEL CARROTS

Written for @fanartandfashiongirl
Written for the prompt: “you’ve never seen the Lion King?”

Harry kicked his shoes off and chucked his socks off to the end of his bed, ignoring the distasteful sigh that came from the bed opposite his.

Harry wasn’t sure whether he loved or hated the Hogwarts staff for deciding that all the eighth year boys had to dorm together. On the one hand, it did help to promote interhouse unity and it was encouraging rivalries to die; slightly. Harry had even borrowed a quill from Malfoy last week, even if it had been handed over a bit begrudgingly.

There had only been one major row since they’d been back at school. Predictably, it was between Harry and Malfoy. Harry was not the sort of person who fussed about where every single thing he owned was - but Malfoy was. There were some spells cast, but the majority of the argument was fist fighting; Malfoy had been convinced Harry had stolen his textbooks, and only stopped accusing him once Zabini had waltzed in - textbooks in hand.

Now, they mostly existed civilly, with beds opposite each other. Harry ignored Malfoy’s acknowledgement of his messiness, and plugged in his headphones. When he first came back, he had been determined to get muggle technology working enough for him to listen to music and watch some movies. His favourite was The Lion King. He’d watched it once before with Dudley, when Ms Figg was too unwell to have Harry for Dudley’s birthday weekend.

He clicked on the films title and proceeded to relax back into his pillows, it had been a tiresome week. However, when he glanced up it was to see a very irritated looking Malfoy perched at the end of his bed.

“- absolutely no consideration for the fact I’m even speaking to you! I thought we’d move on enough for you to be polite at least!”

“What?” Replied a very confused Harry.

“I have been trying to speak to you for the past 15 minutes! To formally request that you turn down that ridiculous muggle noise so I can concentration on my transfiguration essay.” A quick sweep through Draco’s hair from his pale hand drew Harry’s eyes upward for a second or two before he responded:

“Malfoy, it’s the lion king! You can’t be telling me you’ve never seen the lion king!”

“The what?!” Malfoy shot back, accompanied with a snort, “I’m sure you love that Potter, something about a King Lion, you’d fit right in.”

Harry looked up at Malfoy, who, despite his pretences, was trying hard to understand the muggle world. Harry noticed the slight flush of his cheeks and could practically hear the cogs in his head turning. Jumping in with his usual Gryffindor impulsiveness, he patted the bed next to him.

“You- I, What?” Malfoy’s cheeks flushed further as he glanced back and forth between Harry and the place he’d been invited to sit.

“Come and watch it with me” Harry said slowly, not wanting to spook Malfoy; “Films are always better to watch with someone else.”

Malfoy looked confused. He opened his mouth to say something, and then abruptly closed it again. He sat down very cautiously, as though the bed might bite him if he even dared to be comfortable. Harry pulled out his headphones, and pressed play on his iPad; leaning back into the pillows for more comfort.

-

An hour or so later, Ron and Blaise walked up the stairs to the dorm after a game of exploding snap. They both paused upon entry; Draco and Harry were crashed out on Harry’s bed, Harry’s arm around Draco and Draco’s head on his chest. They took one look at eachother, shrugged, and turned around to head back to the common room.

Clony Headcanons With Protective!Tony

A/N: Hey! So this is my first request (thanks anon) and I’m honestly not sure how I feel about it. It’s a little more jealous than protective at the start… I usually have a different writing style to this, where all my dot points are separate, but in this they all seem to lead on to one another. If you don’t like it feel free to send me the request again and I can redo it for you :)



Clony Headcannons With Protective!Tony…

  • Okay so Clay has absolutely no idea how good looking he is


  • Like literally everyone in the school knows it except him


  • And Tony knows that everyone sees what he sees, and he also knows how many people flirt with his boyfriend


  • Tony is quite a level headed guy, so he doesn’t jump to conclusions


  • But he knows flirting when he sees it


  • And he’s not possessive, but Clay is HIS boyfriend


  • For a short guy he is pretty feisty


  • It’s never about Clay and being possessive over him, it’s always about the other person involved


  • Tony has a death stare that could make a murderer flinch, and he doesn’t hesitate to use it


  • His arm will always end up around Clay’s waist


  • And he’ll give him the ‘lets go’ eyes


  • And meanwhile Clay is totally oblivious


  • But not oblivious enough to miss his boyfriend being hot as hell


  • Clay will always lean into Tony at this


  • And they’ll smile at each other before they walk away


  • Tony once again glaring at whoever had been with Clay


  • Then for the rest of the day there will be so many more kisses in the hallway than usual


  • Tony making cute stuff pop out of Clay’s locker every time he opens it so that everyone notices


  • He also gives Clay his leather jacket to wear


  • And of course Tony just always happen to be there. All. The. Time



As for Tony’s protectiveness that doesn’t involve another person:


  • Clay’s clumsy as hell, so Tony is used to reaching out and stopping him falling on his face


  • He keeps a first aid kit in his car


  • He questions every last bruise on Clay’s skin wanting to know where it came from


  • And kisses them each night before he leaves


  • He drives Clay around everywhere to get him off that bike that seems to always get him injured


  • He asks Clay about every single one of his emotions, always making sure he’s doing okay


  • And if any kids at school are rude to him Tony will absolutely not hesitate to threaten them


  • Tony’s brothers all love Clay, and the group of them protect him with everything they are


  • Clay usually doesn’t notice how protective Tony is, because he just loves his boyfriend so much and it’s just the norm


  • Clay sometimes wanting Tony to be protective, and so he’ll grab his arm


  • And of course Tony knows what he means instantly


  • And he’ll be there for Clay in any way that his boyfriend wants


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어때? (How’s this?): Ch.1


Discription:  "You mean to tell me…that your nerdy childhood friend is the same hot girl from the party!?“ At school, you’re known as the nerdy girl with a High IQ and the person Taehyung hates the most.  But outside, you’re known as the hottest girl who attends every party that she hears and the person who Taehyung has the biggest and first crush on her. What happens when Taehyung finds out about both of your sides and maybe wants to change his fuckboy reputation?

Genre: Fuckboy!Taehyung

Word count: 2.3K

A/N: Not sure if it’s good? Tell me guys if you want more chapters of these :)

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Bored? Bold what applies to you..
You are in high school. You dropped out of high school.

You live within 20 minutes of your best friend.
You don’t have a best friend.
You live within 20 minutes of the last person you kissed.
You live within 20 minutes of your ex.
You have hugged someone in the last 48 hours.
You have been to the movies within the last week.
You have had 3 or more boyfriends/girlfriends just this year.
You have been a designated driver. 
You have broken merchandise and not paid for it.
You have played strip poker.
You are Catholic.
You are atheist.
You recycle regularly.
You are a brunette.
You have dated a blonde.
You are friends with a redhead.
You are taller than your mum. 
You are taller than your dad. ?
You have a bank account.
You’ve written a check for less than $5.
You have visited the Statue of Liberty.
You have visited the Eiffel Tower.
You have visited Big Ben.
You have visited the Colosseum.
You have visited The Great Wall of China.
You have never been out of the country.
You have been a waiter/waitress.
You own a Bible.
You own something with a Pentagram on it.
You have used a Ouija Board.
You have been a witch for Halloween. 
You have been a zombie for Halloween.
You have your eyebrow pierced.
You have a Monroe piercing.
You have your nose pierced.
You have no tattoos. 
You have more than 2 tattoos.
You straighten your hair occasionally.
You have worn a dress in the last 3 days.
You live somewhere that gets snow.
You celebrate Hanukkah.
You were at your own house last New Year’s.
You were at a bar last New Year’s.
You slept through last New Year’s.
You have worked on Christmas Eve.
You have worked on Christmas.
You have been told ‘I love you’ by someone today.
You were told by someone who’s not family.
You slept in your own bed last night.
You regret kissing the last person you kissed. 
You are wearing a necklace right now.
You are wearing something red.
You are wearing something blue.
You are wearing something purple.
Your phone number ends with an even number.
You have kissed the last person you called/texted.
You are currently listening to music.
You are waiting for something.

You don’t like seafood.
You have eaten deer sausage.
You have given a complete stranger your phone number.
You have been hit on at work.
You have been hit on by someone more than 20 years older than you.
You have been whistled at.
You were creeped out by it.
You are a good speller.
You are very punctual.
You were dating someone in December of 2008.
You are still dating that person.
You have cheated on someone.
You have been on a cruise ship.
You have camped out in your own backyard.
You are wearing something that doesn’t belong to you.
You are a Pisces.
You are an Aquarius.
You are a Leo.
You wonder what will happen when you die.
You are afraid of the dark.
You write in all capital letters. 
You have been told you have nice handwriting.
You have had a song written for you.
You have had a picture drawn of you.
You have curly/wavy hair.
You are wearing a watch.
You are wearing flip flops.
You wouldn’t date someone who smoked.
You know someone with the same birthday as you.
You are a morning person.
You are a night owl.
You slept in past 10 am today.
You have big plans for next weekend. 
You are thinking of someone right now.
Your job is stressing you out.
You don’t have a job.
You have never had a job.
You were fired from your last job.
You know sign language. 
You will usually try something at least once.
You have been swimming in the last month.
You are pessimistic by nature.
You have taken a ballet class. 
You have taken karate. 
You have taken gymnastics.
You wish on shooting stars.
You wish at 11:11. 
Your birthday has already come this year. 
You have been in a relationship that lasted longer than a year.
You aren’t over your ex.
You have gone after someone you knew was bad for you.
You have let someone use you.
You were/are a teenage mom. 
You are an otaku.
You are a cosplayer.
You were named after someone. 
You like your name.
Your last drink was water.
You have visited somewhere said to be ‘haunted’.
You have skipped school just because you didn’t feel like going.
You have taken medicine when you ‘feel a headache coming on’.
You are self-conscious about your body.
You have a hangover
You have a pet fish.
You have had a Jehovah’s Witness show up at your house.
You have godparents.
Your parents are still married.
You have step-siblings.
You are the oldest. 
You are adopted.
You have a triplet
You don’t want kids.
You want more than four kids.
You have a bad temper.
You have made out with a complete stranger.
You usually make the first move in an intimate situation.
You have broken your arm.
You have had to get stitches on your face.
You have had an MRI.
Your fingernails are painted.
You like to draw.
You like to sing.
 
You can play an instrument.
You keep a lot of secrets from people.
You don’t think people would accept you if they really got to know you.
You don’t trust people easily.
You borrowed something you really need to give back to someone.
You drive a car older than a 2002.
You have lost a friend you never thought you would.
You know a child who died of cancer.
You know a teenager who died in a car wreck.
You have done something illegal in the past 24 hours.
You have cut your hair in the last week.
You wear glasses.
Your favorite season is Autumn.
Your favorite color is orange.
Your favorite animal is a dolphin.
You last rode in a car with a relative.
You last rode in a car with a girl/woman.
You last rode in a car with the person you are dating. 
You regularly watch Asian dramas.
You love Chinese food.
Your best friend is older than you.
You have to go to school/work tomorrow.
You answered every question truthfully.

Getting better will be the hardest choice you ever make in your life.
It would be easy to let this consume you.
It would be easy to sit complacently, willingly,
as you fall farther and farther from yourself.
It would be so easy to buy into the lie
that you are stuck here forever
and fighting back would be futile because
my god, you are already so tired.


Getting better will be the scariest choice you will make in your life.
There’s no poetic way of describing the fear that chokes you
as you think about what it would be like
to tell someone about this monster.
No beautiful way of wording the terror that consumes you
as you walk up to that person and open your mouth,
spilling this secret you’ve kept locked up tight for so long.


Getting better will be the hardest and
the scariest choice you ever make.
It will also be the best.
You will know it was the best
every morning you see the sunrise.
You will know it was the best
every time you hear your best friend laughing.
You will know it was the best with every birthday,
every New Year, every last day of school.
Every time you look back and see just how far you’ve come.
You will know it was the best choice you ever could have made
every single day of your life,
and I promise you won’t ever regret it.

—  choices // c.r.h.
Drag Me Down (To Hell) | 03

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Summary: There’s a darkness to your city, a murderous underbelly filled with crime and deceit that you’ve sworn to avoid at all costs. But the universe has funny ways of forcing your involvement in the form of a notorious mob boss and his young daughter.
Pairing: Jeongguk x reader
Genre: mafia!au
Rating: Mature (for themes; subject to change in later chapters)
Word Count: 11.534

Part 01 - Part 02

You don’t sleep that night.

After Jeongguk had pushed Surin into your arms and slammed your front door, his footsteps echoing loudly throughout the building as he left, the young girl had promptly fallen back asleep with her face nestled against your neck. You hadn’t been able to move for what might have been an hour, staring at the door in muted shock before finally regaining yourself to get Surin into your bed to sleep for the rest of the night, and then calling Jeongguk.

There was no answer, of course. You really hadn’t expected one. But there was no answer on the burner phone Jimin had given you the number to, or on Taehyung’s phone, or even Jimin’s. And Jimin had promised you he’d always answer your calls if he could.

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Before We Were Us (Part 6)

Summary: The story of how you and Zach first met and became a couple

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Warning: Fluff

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The sound of the alarm screeched for you to wake up from your restful sleep. The arm that had a firm grip on your bare waist released you to turn off the disturbing sound. You sunk your head deeper into the pillow in hopes of falling back to sleep, but the warm body that was against your back had left you bare to the cold. You felt a hand give you a soft shake on your shoulder.

“Hey, Y/N,” Zach said softly, “We gotta go if you want to try to get on the basketball team,” You let out a groan in protest and pulled the covers closer to your body. Zach let out a sigh in defeat, “Fine, I guess you’ll miss breakfast,”

He had your full attention. He knew you loved food, especially breakfast food and you were very curious about his cooking skills since he boasted about them while the two of you were working on your project. You sat up in his bed to find him with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I knew that would get you up,”

You rolled your eyes and tried to hide a smile at the fact that he knew you so well. You glanced over at the clock to find that it was 5 in the morning. “Zach, what the hell are we doing up so early?” you groaned.

Zach had moved his way over to his dresser. “Well, since you didn’t plan on spending the night here,” he said as he took off his shirt that he slept in last night to reveal his muscular back, “I was going to take you home so you could freshen up before we head over to the school and shoot around a bit before classes start,”

You didn’t hear a word he said; you were mesmerized by the way he put his shirt on. You knew he had an impressive body, but seeing it up close and personal blew every imagination that you had about it out of the water. You watched as he took out a pair of shorts and went into the bathroom, the click of the door releasing you from your trance.

You got out of bed and quickly threw on the clothes that you had on the day before. You took the shirt that Zach had given you and gave it one last whiff. You could still smell the subtle scent of mint and you couldn’t get enough of it.

“You know if you wanted my shirt you could have just asked,” Zach laughed at your startled state. You obviously didn’t hear the door open and jumped when he announced his presence.

“Uh, it’s not what it looks like,” you stammered trying to regain your composure.

“Don’t worry about it,” he laughed it off, “you can have it, I already have plenty,”

A small smile crept up on your face as you quietly said thank you and stuffed the shirt in your bag.

The morning continued with Zach fixing some scrambled eggs, pancakes, and a small bowl of berries. You never realized somebody like him could cook as well as he could. After breakfast, the two of you cleaned up and headed over to your house. Because your parents still weren’t home, you let Zach in so he wouldn’t spend a lot of time in his car. You quickly freshened up and packed a change of clothes for your basketball session.

Zach and you drove to the empty school a couple of hours before it actually started. You followed Zach through the backdoor of the gym to find that it was unlocked, something that coach always did for him when he wanted to shoot around to clear his mind.

Before you were even allowed to touch a ball, Zach had you running up and down the court doing various stretches to loosen up. After the first couple of runs down and back you were slightly winded. The type of running that Zach did didn’t compare to the running that you did on the treadmill at the YMCA. His was more a sprint for short distances as yours was a jog for longer distances. You were yearning for a water break.

It was almost time for school and Zach had already had you shoot 100 shots at nearly every spot you were able to shoot at. According to him, you had a lot of potential and had the chance to make the team if you kept working with him. Zach’s final lesson was shoot free throws. You stood at the foul line and did as Zach told you: one foot slightly in front of the other with body square with the goal. You held the ball in your dominant hand underneath the ball and the other on the side. Zach stood closely behind you making sure that you held the ball properly.

“Alright,” he said in your ear as he put his hands over top of yours, “just bend your knees slightly, keep your elbow underneath the ball and close to you, keep your eyes on the goal and shoot it like every other shot,” You did as you were told and watched the ball release from your hand into the air and go through the goal.

You got so excited about making your first free throw that you turned around to Zach and jumped in his arms. Zach held onto you tightly like he did the night before. It was a warm feeling that you thought would last forever. The two of you pulled away from each other slightly and gazed at each other’s eyes. You felt something in you growing like a spark that needed to be ignited and you were sure that he felt it too. You got on your tiptoes and he leaned down to have your lips collide into each other. It was like something you had never felt before. His lips were soft, but you felt an explosion as your heart raced as the tension finally subsided. You didn’t want to, but you pulled away, your eyes wide in astonishment at what you just did. Zach was equally surprised and you immediately felt embarrassed. You quickly apologized and quickly retrieved your bag and ran out of the gym doors leaving Zach still as a statue.  


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World Behind My Wall

Jughead x Reader

The reader has built up walls around her heart, but Jughead is determined to break them down. Based on the requested song: World Behind My Wall by Tokio Hotel

Warnings: Mentions of abusive parenting, homelessness

Wordcount: 2,775

A/N: I’m a terrible person.


they’re telling me

it’s beautiful

i believe them

but will I ever know

Dreams are a funny thing. They either show you what you want to see, or something you never want to experience. You weren’t exactly sure where Jughead Jones fit into the equation, but he was there nonetheless.

You hadn’t known Jughead that long either, truth be told you’ve only had one, maybe two conversations with him about schoolwork, but your brain must have taken a liking to him because every night, there he was.

It was the same every night. You and him would be looking up at the stars, and he would lift his hand and point to the brightest one.

‘That one was made for you,’ he would say, ‘the light in the darkness.’

I couldn’t seem to keep ahold of anything else from the dream, except that moment.

You didn’t really mind being asleep all that much, it was better than being awake.

A part of you felt like it was fate, that maybe these dreams were because you were connected spiritually or maybe you were even soul mates.

Or then it also might just be because you’re sleeping where he was just a few weeks ago. That’s right, you were homeless. Well, you could probably go stay with your aunt and uncle, but they lived all the way across town, and you would have to go to a different high school and that was not an option. Rumour had it is that Jughead was staying under the stairs for a while after the drive-in closed, until he went to go live with his best friend Archie. It seemed too perfect that your parents had to be assholes at the exact same time an abandoned place opened up right in the middle of the school.

Not even a day after Jughead had gotten all of his stuff out, you moved in.

It had been a long time coming, though, even you had to admit. Your parents weren’t the best, always out late, always working, always drinking. They never seemed to be sober anymore, always ignoring their real problems. They had probably cheated on each other so many times they lost count. They were emotionally abusive, picking on you for every little thing you did wrong in their eyes. Only problem was, you never knew which version of a parent you were going to get, so it was impossible to please them all the time. You had started staying out later to avoid them, your grades dropped to B’s and C’s instead of A’s because of your busy schedule, and when you came home with a tattoo on your 18th birthday that you had been talking about for the past three years,  they about lost their shit, and said that they didn’t know you anymore. They said if that’s the way you were going to repay them for everything they had done for you then you might as well leave, so you did.

You didn’t have very many friends, at least none that you were extremely close to that you could ask to stay with as you just genuinely tried to be nice to everyone, and you very well didn’t want to live on the streets, so the school closet it was. It was four walls, and that’s all you needed.

You woke up early, just like every day for the past two weeks, to shower and get dressed before the rest of the school arrived. You stop your alarm clock for the 5th time and drag yourself out of bed. You grab your shampoo and towel and open the door. You’re still rubbing your eyes, when you run face first into a wall.

You step back to orientate yourself, when you realize that there wasn’t a wall there, there never had been. You open your eyes all the way to see none other than Jughead Jones staring back at you.

“Uhm.. hi.” is all you manage to mutter out, not sure what to do. You’re basically a deer in the headlights.

“Who are you?” he asks, dumbfounded.

“I’m (Y/N), the new homeless person living under the stairs! Didn’t you hear? The front desk is renting it out, 10 bucks a night!” you exclaim, trying to make light of the situation. Making fun of yourself and laughing at things is how you’ve learned to deal with everything, because as long as people were laughing with you they wouldn’t be laughing at you. (Y/N) was your name and sarcastic humor was your game.

“What?” he asks, not really getting the joke.

“I’m Harry Potter, I’m living the dream, pretend you never saw me.” you tell him, turning towards the showers to try to make a speedy exit.

“Oh no you don’t.” Jug says, grabbing your arm before you make it too far, “I know this routine all too well.”

“What routine?” you play dumb. You were a very observant person, always listening to things happening around you. Archie and his gang were famous around here, or at least that’s what it seemed like. You couldn’t help it if you got to school early every day to avoid your parents and just so happened to overhear his conversation with Archie about his living situation. It was all timing and coincidences.

“Are you living here?” he asks, an odd look of concern in his eyes.

“Yeah, the last guy couldn’t keep up with rent, so I thought it was a steal.” you joke, cracking a small smile.

He doesn’t say anything, he just stares at you, no smile. It’s completely silent in the hall, and you swear that if a pin dropped, you would be able to hear it. Your smile disappears.

“All right, all right, I get it. ‘But (Y/N) can’t you go home? Don’t you have family? It would be so much better if you could just get along with your parents,’” you mimic, “I don’t have time for this. I have to shower before the sane people who get to wake up at normal times start arriving.” you tell him, finally taking your arm away from his grip.

You walk away from him, not turning around, because you know that if you did, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from telling him everything.

That night you lay down to sleep, hoping that he will be there to greet you.

one day i will be

ready to go

see the world behind my wall

Lunch time was the only time you could be alone. You enjoyed the time, being able to sit and observe others, make up stories about what’s going on in their minds. You always imagined that their lives were actually put together. You loved to daydream. Sometimes you would sit and observe and daydream about having a best friend, someone to rely on. Of course, you had a few friends, you were nice to everyone, but you were always someone’s second choice. All of your friends seemed to have better best friends. A best friend and a not shit family was the most prominent thought in your mind, and so that’s what your daydreams consisted of.

You pick at your food, unable to eat most of it from the cafeteria. You had been getting free meals since you can remember, your parents not bothering to fill out any paperwork. The school just assumed you were poor, but it was food, so you couldn’t complain.

You’re in the middle of making up a story for a couple sitting on a blanket under a tree when a figure appears in front of you, casting a shadow over your face and blocking the view.

“Hey, this is quality TV, what are you doing?” you tease, motioning for them to move. Only when your eyes move up to meet theres do you realize that it’s Jughead Jones.

You roll your eyes, managing to smile slightly at the look he’s giving you. It’s almost like he was a disappointed, concerned husband.

He didn’t say anything, only sat down and started to eat his lunch. Since he didn’t respond you just kind of stare at him, and then look around to see if any of his friends are in this lunch period, and sure enough: Betty and Ronnie, Archie, and Kevin are all there.

So why was Jughead sitting with you?

Maybe he just wanted to be nice, because after all, he did just discover you the other day living in a closet in the school. This was probably his way of trying to be nice to you or something, so you let it pass. It was probably nothing in his eyes anyway.

At least, that’s what it seemed like for the first day.

Every day for a month, Jughead would come and sit by you. He wouldn’t say a word, he would just sit at lunch to keep you company. He also didn’t tell anyone about your living situation. He didn’t report it to the school, and he certainly didn’t tell his friends. Every now and again they would look over at where you were sitting with Jug and you knew they were probably talking about you both, but oddly enough you didn’t care.

Every night for that same month, Jughead would appear in your sleep.

‘That one was made for you,’ he would say about the star, ‘the light in the darkness.’

It was getting cooler out, and on a nice autumn day you had decided to finally ask him why.

Why did he sit with you?

You got to the table a little early that day, the crummy food from the cafeteria getting cold on your tray already. You anxiously look around, pulling your sleeves down over your hands.

You watch the same couple from under the tree, making up a new story than the one from yesterday and the day before. A familiar figure soon blocked your view.

“Hey, this is quality TV.” you would always say, his cue to sit down across from you, which is exactly what he did.

You sit in silence for a few minutes, picking over your tray once more.

You finally glance up, only to see him looking back at you. Did he always do that?

“So.. uhm..” you start, unsure of what to say. You’d been daydreaming about telling him for so long now that it was the real deal you weren’t exactly sure how to say it.

He just  looks at you with expectant eyes, his mouth pinned in the straight line it always was. His hair curled perfectly underneath his signature beanie.

“Why are you sitting with me?” you blurt out, flinching at your own words. Your voice didn’t sound like yours at this time of day, you rarely use it.

“Hm?” he questions, raising his eyebrows.

“Why have you been sitting with me all this time? For the past month you’ve come here every day and just sat with me, not saying anything, I might add, and for what? Your friends are right over there, why sit with me?” you ramble, trying to avoid eye contact. Despite sitting with him every day you really didn’t know anything about him.

“I figured you might need some company. Someone to talk to, when you were ready. I figured, why keep thinking about it, when I could just do it? So I did.” he states plainly.

You’re speechless for a minute, not sure of how to respond. Your normal humor wouldn’t work, that seemed like such a genuine response.

“Well, I think I’m ready.” you say, finally looking in his eyes. You weren’t sure, but you were almost positive that you could see a hint of a smile playing on his lips as you both took a sigh of relief.

i’m ready to heal

i’m ready to feel

You tell Jughead everything. You tell him about your parents, your non-existent friends. Hell, you even tell him about the struggles of living in a cabinet under the school.

He just nods, listening to everything. He doesn’t judge, and seems to show interest in every detail of your woes.

When you are finally finished, he just looks at you for a minute, blinks a few times, and says, “Let me take you to Pop’s after school.”

You couldn’t say no, it’s not like you had any real obligations to attend to after school.

You smiled, excited at the possibility of an actual dinner.

The bell rings before you can respond.

He meets you out front right at the end of school, a smile on his lips as you walk down the steps.

“For a minute I thought you wouldn’t come.” he says as you begin the trail to Pop’s.

“And miss food? Are you insane?” you say with a chuckle. Your arms are swinging lightly in the wind, feeling free as you’re not confined to the small four walls you were used to.

He just smiles, shoving his hands in his pockets, his shoulder bag behind his back. He starts kicking rocks along the road, trading off and even letting you kick some.

This continues the entire way there, giggling and laughing like you haven’t done in years.

In no time your at Pop’s, ordering burgers  and milkshakes.

“I have a question.” you say, getting his attention. He has his laptop out, typing away.

“Hm?” he raises his eyebrow, the cue to continue talking.

“How did you know?” you look him dead in the eyes, the question burning in the air.

“I had a dream about it. About someone under the stairs. A girl. You.” he states, glancing up for only a moment, “I had to at least go check.” he admits.

“Why though? Why not just push the dream aside?” you wonder, seeing if you can get him to admit anything else.

“It would nag at me if I didn’t. And if I was wrong, I could move on. If I was right, which I was, I might add, then I knew that the universe was probably trying to tell me something.” he breathes out, the last part of the sentence so soft and airy you can barely make out the words.

Suddenly you get an idea. It’s crazy, and probably a little insane, but you have to try.

“Come with me.” you say, sliding out of the booth and grabbing his arm, just like he did to you the first time you had an encounter.

You lead him outside, back down the path and onto the football field, racing him. He is surprisingly fast, able to keep up with you. When you reach the field you turn to face him.

“What are you doing?” he asks, breathless. You were honestly surprised he keeps putting up with your antics.

“Just wait.” you say, releasing his arm and going over to the light box. You flip the switch, turning all the jumbo lights off, revealing the starry night above you.

“I’ve always wanted to see what this looked like for real.” you say as you walk back over to him.

He looks up at the sky, then back at you, and in this moment you know that you are going to tell this boy everything. You’re going to feel and you’re going to heal again because of Jug. You admit to yourself that you like him, but if you were being honest with yourself you knew you always had. You couldn’t deny it any longer.

“You see that?” he asks, pointing to the brightest star in the sky.

You nod as he takes your hands, making your heart skip a beat.  

“That one was made for you,” he says, “the light in the darkness.”

You nearly have a heart attack at the words, speechless to say or do anything.

“What?” is all you can manage.

“(Y/N), you’ve been the highlight of my day for the past month, just sitting there and looking at you looking at everyone else. You were a mystery, and you still are, but somehow I feel like I’ve known you for a lifetime. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner, that I didn’t see you sooner.” he says, one hand going to cup your cheek, “Please, come stay with me.”

You lean into him, a huge smile on his face.

“Jug, I-” you begin, but he stops you by placing a kiss on your lips, bringing you close to his body.  You feel safe, you feel loved, and you know that no matter what anyone says, the universe is somehow trying to tell you something.

You just hope you can remember that when you wake up.


Tag list: @always-chocolate @theselfishllama @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @idle-lanes @xbobaaa @juneb

Working, kind of.

Originally posted by sneezes


Pairing: Vernon/Reader

Genre: Fluffy fluff fluff

Summary: Either Vernon serves you and risks screwing up, or he sits in the kitchen until you leave. He chose the latter. 

Author’s note: Seriously, I was about to call this “Vernon with the good hair” just for shits and giggles.I’m really just digging using my weird stories and turning them into imagines I guess. Plus I love dorky Seventeen being bad at flirting. I’m defs going to do more. I even have “Quirky Tales of a Flirting Neophyte” Feat. everyone’s favorite bad flirter. hint hint; he 19 and I don’t think he’s ever properly spoken to a girl in his life. Anyways Enjoy!!

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Happy-Meo MASTER LIST !!

I try to update this as often as I can cause I know how hard it can get to find your way around LOL :) As always I really appreciate every one who has subscribed to me! Thanks for taking the time to read my writings ^_^

Freshly updated on 5-7-17

* = new stories since last update/reblog of the Master List

VIXX Stories:

Keeping Secrets (Neo; Hongbin x Reader): [COMPLETED] 
Chapter Links 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 (Finale)

Summary: Every person usually has their own set of secrets, but when your interest lands you in the biggest secret in Jellyfish, you’re in for a whirlwind as you find yourself in different predicaments trying to keep it. 

VIXX! Father Series (Fluffy one-shots with VIXX as fathers): Leo | Hyuk | Hakyeon | Hongbin | Ravi | Jaehwan

Brains & Beauty (Hyuk x Reader fic; school au)
Summary: I never really sought out K-pop or was too fond of it. Until K-pop found me in the form of Han Sanghyuk.    



BTS/ BANGTAN BOYS STORIES:

ONGOING Series: 

Vampire! Tae: The Unlucky Ones (Tae x OC) [Fluff, Angst]: Vampires have soulmates too. But there were unlucky ones whose soulmates turned out to be human.
Part 1 | Part 2

Don’t Judge Sweet & Sour (Yoongi x OC Lee Maia x Jungkook with BTS members) [Fluff, Angst]:
Chapter Links: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14
Summary: Through a series of events, Lee Maia becomes BTS’s manager, specifically genius producer Min Yoongi’s, in order to become a Big Hit trainee. However, Min Yoongi is infamous among staff for being rude and particular and no other staff members were able to handle him for more than a few days. Will she survive the year and achieve her dream of debuting as an idol?

When Music Meets Lyrics (Yoongi x OC) [Fluff, Angst]:
Summary: Min Yoongi had been having trouble creating music lately, especially coming up with meaningful lyrics. But that all changes when he hears the words of a new mysterious lyricist.

Part 1 | Part 2  

COMPLETED Stories:

* Masquerade III (Jungkook x Reader x BTS member - read to find out >:] ) [Fluff & Smut]:  [RECENTLY COMPLETED]
Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (Finale)

* FORGIVE ME. Sequel to “Hug Me” (see below).  
(Jung Hoseok/ J-Hope & his daughter; Hoseok x Reader) [Angst] 

Summary:  How can one gain forgiveness from someone who is no longer in a position to give it? How can one be forgiven if they refuse to forgive themselves? How can one move forward to the future… if the past was so much better?  

SILVER SPOON [COMPLETED]
(Yoongi x Reader ft Jimin & VIXX’s Leo as side characters) [Office Au; Rom-com, Fluff]:

Summary: Having been born and raised in the country side, you have worked hard your entire life to make it to the big city. You eventually achieved your dream and now you have a wonderful paying job for a large company and you continue putting your 110% into everything you do. However, your perfect plan to climb to success through consistent effort and hard work becomes disarrayed with the arrival of your branch’s new rebellious and easy-going CEO, who never desired the position in the first place and has never truly worked hard a day in his life. Your job is on the line if he can’t be turned into a quality CEO within a year, but he has no intention of changing himself for anyone or letting you boss him around so easily. How will you work your way through this obstacle? Will you succeed in changing him or will he be the one that changes you?

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 (Finale)

Out of the Egg [COMPLETED]
(Jungkook x Reader; War Au/ Rebellion Au) [Fluff, Angst; mentions of violence, death, sexual harassment (briefly), and warfare]

Summary: The world you had once known is now bare and rotting with evil. Families were torn, houses were burned, and businesses were shattered by the Oppressors. In your world, there were only two possibilities – if you weren’t working with them, you were owned by them. However, a new faction arises that sings of hope and taking back the world that was once for the people, calling themselves “The Changers”. Although you tried to go unnoticed by either of them, out of fear of being killed or captured, you soon find yourself deep in the middle of the rebellion after an unexpected encounter.

Parts: | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 (Finale)

Bangtan Mission: Get BANG'ed (OC x Bang PD ft. all of BTS)
[Fluff, Romantic Comedy]

Summary: With all the fame and fortune they have been receiving, the boys can’t help but grow increasingly grateful to the man who gave them the opportunity to achieve their dreams – “Hitman” Bang PD. In their struggle to come up with the perfect Christmas gift to express their love and admiration for the very man who continues to inspire and motivate them, they find that their boss actually and very secretly only wants one thing for Christmas…their beautiful Head Coordi-noona. Put seven crazy boys on a secret match-making mission and one very shy CEO together and you have a recipe for a comedic disaster. Will they succeed in getting their Coordi-noona “Bang”-ed?

Masquerade  [COMPLETED]
(Jimin x Reader x Hoseok) [Fluff & Smut; Office Au, Hosts Au] 

“With a mask, you could be whoever you want to be. You could be someone completely different, or you could be unabashedly yourself.”

Summary: To secretly relieve your stress about your single life and your hard times at work, you cave and decide to give this mysteriously alluring club a chance. At Club Masquerade, you can indulge in your fantasies and indulge in who you really want to be without strings attached. So when you waltz in and realize you’re not exactly sure what you want, two of their best hosts swoop in and are more than willing to help you figure it out… But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets in your office.

Parts:  Part 1Part 2  |  Part 3 | Part 4 (Finale)

Masquerade II: Welcome to Burlesque & Balls [COMPLETED]
(Fluff & Smut; Club Au, Masquerade Ball Au, Burlesque Au)  
DISCLAIMER: Since this is the second saga of MASQUERADE, there will be SPOILERS! So if you haven’t already, it is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED that you read Masquerade first before this for context and for better understanding, plus you won’t spoil the ending of that story for yourself. ;) **

Summary: Being the receptionist of Club Masquerade and working as a barista wasn’t quite enough to make your ends meet comfortably, so when a new place opens up nearby that’s looking for attractive females to perform in a neo-Burlesque club, you jumped at the chance for a new job and a chance to do something more than sitting behind a desk or counter. But just like your financial status, your love life wasn’t all too great either. When it seemed like all hope was lost, fate had other plans for you. Unexpected suitors waltzed into your life in various ways, and unbeknownst to each of them, you play the field, hoping to overcome your fears and finally find Mr. Right among them… But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets.    

Parts:  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 (Finale)

WORLDS. (Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok; ft rest of BTS) [Fluff & Angst; Childhood Au, School Au, Best friends Au]  [COMPLETED]
A collection of your life growing up with your two best friends Yoongi and Hoseok. From the small pains of childhood to experiencing the trials of school life, love, heart break, and finding your passions, you three were always inseparable…until one day, you were forced to grow without them and it was then that you truly discovered yourself and each other.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 (Finale)

Hug Me (J-Hope/Hoseok x Reader; Angst, some fluff): 
You and Hoseok were married, but the married life you thought you would be living is nonexistent now. You two were like strangers living in the same house. You knew his heart was no longer yours, but you still loved him. When the end of your marriage was near, you made him promise to stay with you for just one more month. One month was all you needed to finally let him go.

Past, Present, Future (Jin x Reader; fluff w/ mentions of bullying and body shaming) : You weren’t the ideal body type, far from it, but Jin loved you all the same. 

Feel the Rain (Namjoon x Reader; Fluff): In the midst of your mundane routine life, you meet a man who changes it all.

~Accidentally in Love~ Series (BTS x Reader; Fluff): We’ve all had our clumsy moments but what if those embarrassing moments, where we hoped no one was looking, actually led us to the right person?
Jungkook | Namjoon: Part 1 / Part 2 | 

Wings: An exposition of what I feel like all the BTS short films and titles were trying to exemplify about life and growing up on a general, relatable sense.

“First Meetings” Series (Fluffy one shots of the reader meeting BTS members; different story per member): Namjoon | Jin | Taehyung :“Sunflower Boy” | J-Hope : “Sun & Moon” | Jungkook : “Picture Perfect” | Yoongi : “Infires” | Jimin : “Flights & Fate”

Growth (Namjoon x Reader)Namjoon was everything you weren’t but you were everything Namjoon wasn’t.


Funnies: (My Random Troll thoughts)

REACTION TO BTS “SPRING DAY” MV ~

Reaction to the new songs on the BTS “You Never Walk Alone” album.

Reaction to AGUST-D

Yoongi’s hint at Hobi’s WINGS Introduction 

Choice

Request from @its-not-show-its-a-lifestyle: numbers 8 & 9, maybe together?

sure thing, I’m terribly sorry this has been a LONG time in the making, I’ve had about thirty requests since this was requested that i’ve had to do 😭 that you for requesting nonetheless

8: “You hide it in jokes and sarcasm, but I can see how broken you are.”

9: “Just do one last thing: kiss me.”

I didn’t know whether or not to make this sad so I did a bit of sad and happy (have no idea how this will turn out…)

Originally posted by love-me-like-this

You knew as you followed Draco down to the Black Lake that morning it was going to happen if he didn’t tell you what was wrong. The tension had been tough for a while: it was your last year of school and Draco was always distant, he wasn’t the same person you fell in love with four years ago. His cold hands, his disheveled hair, the bags under his eyes; he wouldn’t tell you what was wrong despite your countless attempts, but you knew it was to do with his parents. Since Harry and the rest of the trio had left to follow the horcruxes, Draco had been very on edge; his parents would frequently take him out of school and whenever he’d return he’d jump at every touch. Unlike his proviso self, he’d even turn down the offer to stay in your dorm for the night - where he’d previously jumped at the chance to take your clothes off, now he just politely declined. He’d cry a lot, too, but only when he thought no one else was around. You so badly wanted to be there for him but he wouldn’t let you in.

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