hello hello can i req gender-neutral!reader + mona + black + missed calls if that's available?? ty ily 💗
— 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. mona x gn!reader
— 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. drabble ; 0.5k
— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. modern au, lovers to exes au ; angst
— 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬). breakups, swearing
[ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ]
I used to have so many missed calls
Now I just sit around and miss your calls
I had the chance when I was with ya
Now I’m hoping that you'll pick up, yeah
Compatibility. Timing. Current circumstances. Goals. Uncontrollable occurrences. Wanting different things. These factors are another set of obstacles on your path that challenge your perception of an ideal relationship.
Sometimes they can be overcome, and sometimes there is always the chance for it to crash and burn because of a single factor that could be the breaking point. Realistically, life isn’t a utopia. The world rarely aligns the fates of two people to be together forever.
Post-graduation, Mona has changed for the worst. Communication became less of a commitment for the both of you, eventually calling quits. It’s mentally and physically exhausting to maintain a relationship, especially if you’re the only one who is making the effort to keep it alive.
You finally gather the courage to contact her for the first time in months, although the probability of her picking up is zero to none. Unexpectedly she does, and the first thing you hear from the other side is a heavy scoff.
“Hi.” Greetings nowadays seem so foreign to you; weightless and shallow. You click your tongue, hoping she will say some kind words afterwards. “Just checking in to see how you are doing, as always. Like I said, if you need anything—”
“Since when is it an obligation to share my life story with my partner?” Mona spits, making you flinch. “Last time I checked, it’s not your responsibility to involve yourself in affairs other than your own.”
You shake your head. “No, of course not. Remember that we live in a culture where we are obligated to share everything with your partner, or else you aren’t honest with them. I understand that your choice to not share everything with me doesn’t mean you don’t trust me or love me enough, and that’s totally fine! That’s…” Tears threaten to stream down your face. “That’s why I called today.”
“What happened to spending time wisely, huh?” Mona sneers. “You’re not going to see me anymore after tonight so why waste your breath talking to me?”
“What?” you whisper in disbelief. After you two spend weeks compiling a list of ideas to consider for the holidays, those plans are ultimately crossed out in black marker. “You’re not planning on coming back at all?”
“I don’t see why I should,” she retorts. “What else do you possibly want from me? Hugs? Kisses? My life story?”
Your fists clench. “You know what I want? Someone whose hobby is to annoy the fuck out of me. Someone who can depend on me for anything. Someone who is willing to take a bullet for me any day. Someone who is exerting the same amount of effort as I do into this relationship because I can’t be the only one carrying the load all the damn time.”
Fatigue and stress flood your vision. “So no; I am not asking for hugs, kisses, or your fucking life story. I just want my girlfriend back.”
“Well, she’s not here anymore. Get lost.” Then she’s gone. Gone from the face of the earth. The end of an era.
Your head hurts. Your heart hurts. Everything hurts. No more calls can fix this mess. You spend the night crying your eyes out for the future that is now black, hours away and never coming back.
Light was a light sleeper, his body never fully giving into its own desire for rest. The trait was too far embedded in his system to attempt changing it, but that didn’t mean he had to enjoy the reality. After all, there was nothing fun about waking up to the mildest sounds, from a pen rolling off his desk to Sayu’s gentle footsteps in the hallway.
He never considered, though, how hard it would be to fall asleep in a violently loud environment.
“Oh my god, Ryuzaki, I’m this close to de-lettering your keyboard!” he hissed, breath sharp between his teeth, pillow held tight over his head. Light was exhausted, the stamp of fatigue curling under his eyes; he barely got any sleep with L around—not that he had much of a say in the matter, what with his wrist chained to the man. “Can you, please, just—cut it out for one night? I’m sure Kira needs sleep, too.”
L didn’t pause his stream of typing, and Light heard dexterity in the sound’s speed. “I apologize, but I’m sure Light is aware of how dire our situation is, and what needs to be done.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re violating all thirty of my human rights at this point.”
“Light, I set those aside the minute I placed you in solitary. That being said, you really should read up on those, if only for—”
Light released a thick groan, hoarse with irritation. “You’re the worst person, you know that?”
“I’ve had it mentioned to me once or twice.”
“Good, you deserve it.”
With the pillow still resting over his head, Light didn’t see the smile, but he could hear it. “Ah, now that’s an unpleasant thing to say.”
“You’re an unpleasant human being.”
“Light is certainly cranky this morning, isn’t he?”
Throwing his body upright, Light glared back, lividity coiling his shoulders, eyes left dilated. “Three thirty-eight is not morning!”
“It’s ante meridiem, isn’t it?” Light could’ve sworn he saw a ghost of a smirk shape itself onto L’s features, dark eyes rolling to stare at him from their corners. “In fact, good morning, Light—I’m sure you’re plenty refreshed. Shall we grab coffee or would you prefer to flesh out spreadsheets first?”
