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delcakoo · 1 year

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Hi baby!!

Yah Y'all can't handle this Y'all don't know what's about to happen, baby Team 10 Los Angeles, Cali boy But I'm from Ohio though, white boy (Jacob Paul)

It's everyday bro With the Disney channel flow Five mill' on YouTube in six months Never done before Pass all the competition, man Pewdiepie is next

Man, I'm poppin' all these checks Got the brand new Rolex And I met the Lambo too And I'm coming with the crew This is Team 10, bitch Who the hell are flippin' you? And you know I kick them out If they ain't with the crew

Yeah, I'm talking about you You beggin' for attention Talking shit on Twitter too But you still hit my phone last night It was 4:52 and I got the text to prove And all the recordings too Don't make me tell them the truth

And I just drop some new merch And they're selling like a God church Ohio's where I'm from We chew 'em like it's gum We shooting with a gun The tattoo's just for fun Ah you say boat and run Catch me at game on I cannot be outdone Jake Paul is number one

It's everyday bro It's everyday bro It's everyday bro I said it is everyday bro!

You know is Nick Crompton And my collar stay poppin' Yes, I can rap And no, I'm not from Compton England is my city And if you work for Team 10 Then the US would be shitty I'll pass it to Chance 'Cause you know he stay litty

Two months ago You didn't know my name And now you want my fame? Bitch, I'm blowin' up I'm only going up Now, I'm going off I'm never fallin' off

Like Magg, who? Digi who? Who are you? All these beefs I just ran through Hit a milli' in a month Where were you?

Hatin' on me back in West Thinking need to get your shit straight Jakey brought me to the top Now, we really poppin' off Number one and number four That's why these fans all at our door It's lonely at the top So we all goin' We left Ohio

Now the trio's all rollin' It's Team 10, bitch We back again, always first, never last We the future, we'll see you in the past

It's everyday bro It's everyday bro It's everyday bro I said it is everyday bro!

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Can we switch the language? We 'bout to hit it Sí, lo único que quiero es dinero Trabajando en YouTube todo el día entero Viviendo en U.S.A El sueño de cualquiera Enviando dólares a mi familia entera

Tenemos una persona por encima Se llama Donald Trump y está en la cima Desde aquí te cantamos Can I get my VISA? Martinez Twins, representando España Desde la pobreza a la fama

It's everyday bro It's everyday bro It's everyday bro I said it is everyday bro!

Yo, it's Tessa Brooks The competition shook These guys up on me I got 'em with the hook Let me educate ya And I ain't talking book Panera is your home? So stop calling my phone

I'm fly like a drone They buying like a loan Yeah, I smell good Is that your boy's cologne?

Is that your boy's cologne? Started ballin' quick and loans Now I'm in my flippin' zone Yes, they all copy me But, that's some shitty clones Stay in all designer clothes And they ask me what I make I said it's ten with six zeroes

Always plug, merch link in bio And I will see you tomorrow 'cause It's everyday bro Peace!

Doctor sorry, baby Jake Paul

I love you ♡

I CANT 😭 ATP THIS IS OUR SONG. WE NEED TO MAKE SURE TO NEVER SHOW OUR DMS TO ANYONE ITS GENUINELY TERRIFYING 🧌🧌🧌

anyways i love u too wifey 🫶🫶

#delcakoo #my beloved rave <3

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veggiehotdog1 · 1 year

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Episode 7 of HBO's The Last of Us was too cute and it inspired me to write this ASAP.

Princess (1,041 word count)

Summary: Riley tells Ellie about a horse she rode after sneaking out of the military school. Combines both the events of the TV show and game DLC Left Behind.

"I can't fucking believe this. You're a horse girl?" Ellie laughed and flopped back onto her bed, looking at the ceiling. The light there could almost be mistaken for moonlight, but she had only seen that when she was younger, before military school.

Riley had been telling her about a guy with a horse that she had met when she snuck out. Apparently he was giving riding lessons in exchange for goods Riley would steal from the school.

"What's that? And why are you making it sound like it's bad? Horses are cool as hell, Ellie. You would have lost your shit. You know why...because you're still a little baby," Riley's voice took on a playfully condescending tone as it morphed into baby-talk, "an itty bitty litty baby who is only fourteen and about...three feet tall?"

Ellie shuffled her socked feet onto the wall as she turned so shoulders and head were hanging upside down over the side of the mattress. A little too late a scoff came out as she focused on a retort to the mocking. "Okay...alright. So...You just admitted you're the baby who lost their shit over a horse?"

Riley snorted at the response, sarcasm dripping, "Good come back."

"Whatever. So what was it like?" Ellie dangled her arms above head, finger tips dragging against the floor. She was annoyed a little, but not that much. If anything she was used to the ribbing from her roommate, but still felt the need to add, "Plus I'm almost fifteen!" And...okay, so she was little but so what, a lot of QZ kids were.

"Oh? And I should tell you because you're definitely not a - whatever the fuck it even is - a horse girl? You're just curious, huh?"

"Shut up, you talk too much," Ellie laughed, "Just get to the details you obviously want to tell me." They both scrunched at a sudden door-rattling pounding.

"Lights out, no talking!" Called a woman's firm voice.

They both rolled their eyes at the command and Ellie flicked off her bedside lamp. She didn't know how the guards could tell anyway. The flood lights, on outside all hours of the day and night for patrol along the fence, illuminated the room just as bright.

Riley didn't bother to lower her voice as she flipped onto her stomach to face Ellie. "This horse was so..." Her eyes were so bright and large with wonder, Ellie couldn't look away. "It's pure white, and she is HUGE and tail was braided. He let me ride it a few laps around this time."

"No talking!" Apparently the guard had already come back down the hall. Dumb graveyard shift guards with nothing better to do!

The two girls slipped into silence, listening to rain patter against the window. "Psst, Ellie. Hey, you awake?" The overloud whisper was going to draw the guard back! Then they'd be made to run extra laps and Ellie's legs were already so sore from the extra burpees she had to do for calling dumb fucking Miley a stupid bitch for purposely tripping her yesterday.

"I'm not asleep, it's been like two minutes," came Ellie's slightly agitated response in a proper, quiet, whisper.

"Heard you snoring..." The grin laced in Riley's voice was apparent and Ellie muffled her face in pillow to hide her chuckles. She could never stay annoyed with Riley for long.

"Ellie, come over here so I can tell you." Riley shuffled over to make space. When Ellie made no move to join her, Riley tiptoed across the room, pushing Ellie's much smaller frame into the wall before climbing in.

Ellie huffed, clutching the sheets up to her chin. "You bully me so much!" Her heart was beginning to race at them being so close together. Riley had a way of making her feel weird inside, like flutters and somersaults.

"Whatever, you love it." Riley yanked the pillow over so they were sharing it. "Give me your hand." Hands stayed firmly under the covers, Ellie acutely aware of how they had begun to sweat. "Damn girl, why does everything have to be so difficult with you?" Riley pried Ellie's hand away from the linen and cupped it in her own.

"The horse, Princess," Riley started, but then broke out into a grin at Ellie's fit of giggles over the name, like she knew Ellie would be tickled at the thought of her riding a prim and ladylike horse. "Princess, has these whiskers on her...muzzle? That feel like this when I feed her," Riley dragged fingers along her friend's palm, simulating a horse's lips wiggling, before a few gentle pinches for the whiskers.

Ellie closed her eyes. It was easy to get lost in her imagination at the description. "Then her coat is the softest thing." The back of Ellie's hand was dragged over the scarf that tied back Riley's hair, the smooth difference in stark contrast to worn, pilled clothes and scratchy sheets.

A lazy smile began to creep onto Ellie's face as she relaxed into the story. "When she walks, it's jaunty like..." Two firm fingers dug into Ellie's flesh, walking themselves up her forearm. "And the muscles underneath are so powerful." Ellie stifled a laugh, and hoped her gulp went unnoticed, when her palm was pressed into Riley's flexing bicep.

The longer the touch went on, seemingly forever, the more nervous Ellie was getting. "You're as strong as a horse, huh?" Ellie whispered, voice losing confidence as she tried to slow her breathing.

"You know it!" The moment was abruptly broken when Riley hopped out of bed. But Ellie caught the way Riley looked down shyly, tucking loose hair behind ear. It was so out of place for her boisterously confident friend.

Ellie worked quickly to recover from the anticipation and excitement that had built up in her chest. She, in what she hoped was a super casual and not all awkward way, sat up and flung her legs over the edge. "Alright, so...You sold me. Now I need to see this horse. So when are you taking me and where are we going?"

Riley's eyes sparkled as she slipped hands into back pockets. "See, I knew I could make you a horse girl too."

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Deep dive - Horse Girls: Crazy or Confident?

#baby gays #horse girl awakening #sickly sweet #first crush #ellie williams #ellie tlou #the last of us #the fanfic of us #ellie x riley #riley abel #riley tlou

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haknom · 1 year

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Yah

Y'all can't handle this

Y'all don't know what's about to happen, baby

Team 10

Los Angeles, Cali boy

But I'm from Ohio though, white boy (Jacob Paul)

It's everyday bro

With the Disney channel flow

Five mill' on YouTube in six months

Never done before

Pass all the competition, man

Pewdiepie is next

Man, I'm poppin' all these checks

Got the brand new Rolex

And I met the Lambo too

And I'm coming with the crew

This is Team 10, bitch

Who the hell are flippin' you?

And you know I kick them out

If they ain't with the crew

Yeah, I'm talking about you

You beggin' for attention

Talking shit on Twitter too

But you still hit my phone last night

It was 4:52 and I got the text to prove

And all the recordings too

Don't make me tell them the truth

And I just drop some new merch

And they're selling like a God church

Ohio's where I'm from

We chew 'em like it's gum

We shooting with a gun

The tattoo's just for fun

Ah you say boat and run

Catch me at game on

I cannot be outdone

Jake Paul is number one

It's everyday bro

I said it is everyday bro!

You know is Nick Crompton

And my collar stay poppin'

Yes, I can rap

And no, I'm not from Compton

England is my city

And if you work for Team 10

Then the US would be shitty

I'll pass it to Chance

'Cause you know he stay litty

Two months ago

You didn't know my name

And now you want my fame?

Bitch, I'm blowin' up

I'm only going up

Now, I'm going off

I'm never fallin' off

Like Magg, who?

Digi who?

Who are you?

All these beefs I just ran through

Hit a milli' in a month

Where were you?

Hatin' on me back in West

Thinking need to get your shit straight

Jakey brought me to the top

Now, we really poppin' off

Number one and number four

That's why these fans all at our door

It's lonely at the top

So we all goin'

We left Ohio

Now the trio's all rollin'

It's Team 10, bitch

We back again, always first, never last

We the future, we'll see you in the past

It's everyday bro

I said it is everyday bro!

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Can we switch the language?

We 'bout to hit it

Sí, lo único que quiero es dinero

Trabajando en YouTube todo el día entero

Viviendo en U.S.A

El sueño de cualquiera

Enviando dólares a mi familia entera

Tenemos una persona por encima

Se llama Donald Trump y está en la cima

Desde aquí te cantamos

Can I get my VISA?

Martinez Twins, representando España

Desde la pobreza a la fama

It's everyday bro

I said it is everyday bro!

Yo, it's Tessa Brooks

The competition shook

These guys up on me

I got 'em with the hook

Let me educate ya

And I ain't talking book

Panera is your home?

So stop calling my phone

I'm fly like a drone

They buying like a loan

Yeah, I smell good

Is that your boy's cologne?

Started ballin' quick and loans

Now I'm in my flippin' zone

Yes, they all copy me

But, that's some shitty clones

Stay in all designer clothes

And they ask me what I make

I said it's ten with six zeroes

Always plug, merch link in bio

And I will see you tomorrow 'cause

It's everyday bro

Peace!

☺️ heh

IM CRYINGGGG

#☆ — mutuals #STOP THIS EUN 😭😭😭

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aaronthomasvybez · 1 year

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“Good Ones from Charlie XCX”

Remix Feature Written by: Aaron Thomas Glesenkamp (aka: VYBEZ)

*Intended for blackbear• his voice would sound rad as a feature in this track IMO

**(parentheses:) mean I’m unsure about the line and it’s available for collaboration or altering**

•Written in about 20-30 minutes at Beerhive, SLC, UT 12/28/22 at 12:55PM

Became inspired to write this at the gym this morning. Wrote this one for fun, not intentionally about anyone in particular. Some real truth though. 😉 #litsfits (lad/lady in the streets, freak in the sheets)

Remix Feature:

I always like the ones with the toxic, sugar sweet, venom

Type who take a hit and blow it back in your mouth

(The type to kiss and are out for blood when they bite ya mouth)

Had to let a good one go, cause she so good in the night

And too good good at walkin’ out the door

She never good for more than that

Only like the bad ones:

Who good at bein’ a lady

But so much better at bein’ a hoe

The type that’s only good for the tip

**laughs**

But you know she always good for it

Keeps it together like Jackie O.

But once and a while like to get lit

Only wardrobe she wear is the one she threw on the floor

Made for the nasty one’s, who don’t stop don’t quit

And the good one’s who can’t hang

And always got something’ to say bout it

Drop that shit quick

Always let the “good one’s” go

Don’t mess with that shit

**laughs**

‘Ont fuck a bitch who in it for the money and ain’t up on the dick

Stick wit’ a bad one who know they already a pro

And play like it’s the Olympics

To the good one before my current pretty, litty, witty bad•and•big•assed, bitty:

Bye bitch

#writer #singersongwriter #artwork #poet #art #love #singer #poetry #positivity #model #artist #pop artist #blackbear #charlie xcx #vybe #pop #pop music #artistoninstagram #music remix #music

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superbpoetrytheorist01 · 5 months

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THESE PAST FEW MONTHS I'VE BEEN ASKING QUESTIONS (!!!)

SO! Mfn, there were 2 little boys and this lady mfn being in my apartment after the Bitchems' Squad debacle. One night at the height of (1 COUNT 'EM ONEEE!) Me telling him I'll lmao post his ass to FB if he keep on effing playing with me. You know, the ujje. No draegs, no itty bitty twiddy dollar bills, no donuts because he takes the WHOLE MFn BOX BACK after a few hours. Fn f.

The lil boys was having a REAL FUN TIME looking at all the shit I had on the shelf and how cool my apartment was. Lol lame as-f. The real lil pleb was holding the big bulbous torch I got from a nazi bitch that likes to drive around but likes to not get any sex if he wants to try and control me. Bitch YOU? (I'm not even gonna say bitch me out. Bitch YOU?)

They haven't even seen the name brand torches I was starting a collection with... lol another bitch tried to steal my Bayek torch light, I posted it on FB next he could suddenly be found mfn stalker was cowering to the words "It's on in heaven or in hell, forever." Thinking I'll forget or be nice. [Hood coward.]

Fuckin bitch liked me too much.

Anyways...

ONE NIGHT. JMan, Rudeahh Booty Boy, and Titus the litti bitti boodyguard come to my door with the keys they somehow have for it. Either they copied them or stole them, but either way they buh bumped the door and I've FOREVER AND A DAY been trying to understand why THREE TF THREE people don't just barge their way in. I'm on the line, the door crack, tryna offer him a "Cardi deal" (from the business lady getting plays and ways down to the Caribbean niggas) TO: TWOOO: Go away forever without getting arrested, letting me sleep for tonight. They coulda actually met me outside later. But they kept fucking playing with me. Little kittens. Stupid bitches. My boody guard was cool tho. after a while, and this is what I didn't say: Y'all. This is what tripped me up:

[They were afraid of the knife.]

After getting tired of me not wanting to have the ugliness of violence and the tediousness of the explanation phase be upon me, to make the whole thing not on me,

when they separated from the middle of the hallway to apparently gang up on Titus, and they were stepping in ballerina counts towards Titus,

[DISOBEYING ME] when I told them to desist.

and right now I gotta mention they were buh bumping the door mfn at least every minute or few minutes.

Before they got to the middle of the hallway, which was my door, I tossed the knife to Titus cause I knew she could handle herself if it came down to protecting herself. AND in the best way. It should've been fun to get them legally. Fuckin retards.

GUESS WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.

THE FUCKING KNIFE.

[Goes in and out from under the door.]

GUESS WHO FUCKING IS DOING IT.

LMAO

TITUSSSS LMAO

WTF?

I go WTF.

So are they or aren't they saying open the door anymore?

Bitch...when I tell you...

Bitch.

YESSSSS (mf!)

THEY ARE: still

KEYWORD: STILL

telling me to open the door, but I guess this time it's cause she'll get hurt... same same but DIF-FER-ENT!

MFS REALLY WANTED ME TO CALL THE POLICE.

Idk if they knew that the phone Titus had was sitting there ON in the fucking kitchen next to the door, or if they were gonna wait until ( ... )

No, you get it. Bitch ass bitches really got away without me saying the world to them, or making them do sexual acts. Yeah, that sounds bad, maybe I would've told them to do it as rent or go away.

PEOPLE MAKE ME SO MAD WHEN I HAVE THE MONEY FOR THINGS, BUT CAN'T GET IT BECAUSE THEY'RE LYING.

They came through with some crushed up that Titus sneezy wondered her arm to while ALL OF ITTTT was sitting on my phone. Oh yeah, the retards stole my phone and tablet. They better not have given it to my stalker.

[Retards were probably there for that.]

CONTROL ME?

Hashtag you're not doing it right, retard.

[I just remembered that part about how I had the knife first a few days ago.]

I knew something was retarded cause if ALL I HAVE TO DO is press a few numbers, tell them what happened, wait for the (metaphorical or not) mess to be cleaned up, mfn go on about my day, then NAWWW- lemme deel wit sum retards.

-- This was a story, "better than drugs".

youtube

#Youtube

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strebcrarchivess · 11 months

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Let's get litty in this bitch

#Just a dandy pineapple in space #I have finished packing 👍

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r0sy-eyes · 11 months

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me, most of the year: pride month is dumb and corporate, and a far cry from its history. it feels like all it exists for is selling merchandise to plastic ppl

me on June 1st: ITS PRIDE BITCHES LETS GET LITTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#in my heart im a party hoe i just cant be cynical forever man #anywayssss happy pride invest in a ski mask <3

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rainsmediaradio · 1 year

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Gucci Mane, Roddy Ricch & Nardo Wick - Pissy Lyrics

Gucci Mane, Roddy Ricch & Nardo Wick - Pissy Lyrics Intro: Gucci Mane (Hey, Will) (Will, what that is?) Well, damn (Do you not get the Koncept?) Chorus: Roddy Ricch Taking all facts, grandma raised me, I'm from the Westside where it get sticky And my four wheels come with road kits, I got Elliott like I'm Missy Stack my bread up, cut the corners off It ain't no way you could diss me Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones and my wrist and ring, it look pissy Verse 1: Roddy Ricch Hey, put on them Daisy Dukes Show me what that new Mercedes do Real trap house, all the pots and pans come with residue All my young niggas know is some revenue I'm Anthony Davis when he was at the Pelicans I don't pull up to court for no settlements All white and the coupe look angelic We was looking around for the baddest of bitches, so I had to go out and vet it If they say they want smoke, I got all of the Glocks 'cause back then, I had to get ahead of it You my cousin, but you ain't my relative The outside of the coupe black like melanin I feel like I'm Dan Bilzerian 'cause I got some Australians Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Gucci Mane Takin' all facts, Grandma raised me, I'm from the Westside where it get sticky And my four wheels come with road kits, I got Elliott like I'm Missy Stack my bread up, cut the corners off, it ain't no way you could diss me Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones and my wrist and ring, it look pissy (Go) Verse 2: Gucci Mane Big yellow Cuban on and it's pissy (Ugh) Rock big blue stones like I'm Nipsey (Nip') I pop champagne till I'm tipsy (Huh) Still be spending M's in my sixties (Well, damn) Please don't try the 'Wop 'cause it's risky Ain't no mystery in my history (No) Had to turn that boy into Swiss cheese (Grrah) Hit with that switchy, shoot till it's empty (Go) Wrist just did a 360 (Skrrt), ball like Zion before the injury (Ballin') I ain't broke, you can't fix me (Nah), having power, feeling like 50 (50) Eastside of the city where this shit can get really sticky (6) Anybody can get it, man, my bullets ain't really picky (No) In a yellow coupe with a yellow bone with my Jacob on with the yellow stones (Brr) White stones, Wilma Flintstones, Came a long way from a herringbone (Well, damn) All started from a mini-phone, I ran it up and my money long (It's long) Had to take a chance for two hundred bands 'Cause my country boy had a trailer home ('Wop) Chorus: Roddy Ricch Takin' all facts, Grandma raised me I'm from the Westside where it get sticky And my four wheels come with road kits I got Elliott like I'm Missy Stack my bread up, cut the corners off It ain't no way you could diss me Bitch, I got the yellow gold I got the yellow stones and my wrist and ring, it look pissy Verse 3: Nardo Wick & Gucci Mane Neck look pissy, uh, please don't touch, it's risky, uh My finger itching, uh, me and my Glock get busy, uh They say we litty, uh, I say, "We ain't lit enough" They say we did it, uh, I say, "We ain't did enough" I don't hang with sheeps (Uh-uh), but I pull up Lamb' I interrupted his sentence (Huh?), before he could talk, blam (Grrah) Cougar ho thirty-seven (Uh), she hate when I call her ma'am (Don't do that) She gave me head for an hour, what Gucci say? Well, damn (Well, damn) I got your bitch on a leash (Yeah), she don't ever get too far She make you fuck in the bed, she let me hit in the car (She let me hit in the car) Please stop blowin' her up, she with me, you'll see her tomorrow She say her wishes to me, she know I'm a shootin' star (Grrah, grrah) Chorus: Roddy Ricch Taking all facts, Grandma raised me I'm from the Westside where it get sticky And my four wheels come with road kits I got Elliott like I'm Missy Stack my bread up, cut the corners off, It ain't no way you could diss me Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones and my wrist and ring, it look pissy Read the full article

#GucciMane #NardoWick #RoddyRicch

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drawlfoy · 2 years

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4/1

alternate title: the 4 times i wanted to break up with draco malfoy. and the one time i did

masterlist request guidelines

pairing: draco x reader

request: yes...almost a year late tho this has literally been sitting in my drafts since june

summary: draco malfoy is your boyfriend, but he has a funny way of showing it. the end is very “good for her” vibes.

WARNINGS: themes of gaslighting, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, implied sexual content, explicit language. my loves, this is my take on draco as a little bitch of a controlling and toxic bf. so plz keep this in mind whilst reading

a/n: so i’ve sat on this request for a hot min. idk why i stopped writing it but i’m pretty sure i stopped bc i was like damn i did not need to go this hard on a request and put my whole drawlfussy into making draco a horrible human being fjkd;salf. this is the most negative portrayal of him on my blog. i am legally obligated to tell u that if any of this draco’s behaviors or sayings remind you of your partner i implore you to leave him/her. not to wax philosophical or anything but my last relationship was not super great and i left without getting to say anything that i rlly wanted to say to them. the ending is a bit cathartic for me as it’s everything that i wish i had a chance to do :) i hope u enjoy.

wc: 5.6k

tags: @writeandtranslate @sycathorn-slush @gruffle1 @missmultifandommess @cleopatera @hahaboop @accio-rogers @geeksareunique @eltanin-malfoy @war-sword @cams-lynn @itsivyberry @ayo-cowbelly @nerd-domland @yesnerdsblog @shizarianathania @evanstanfanatic @strawberriesonsummer @hariosborn @night-ving @straightzoinked @imintoodeeptostop @naiomimoonshard @jejegu @ophelia-enthusiast @alwaysbeanunknownfan @nearly-memories @litty-dumb @callieclearwater @malfoy-wife15 @charlenasaxen @belladaises @fiantomartell @yiamalfoy @crystalox @dracoismybabey @dreamcxtcherr @decaffeinated-turtle @marrymetheonott @felicityofbakerstreet @daedreamss @sycathorn-slush @writeandtranslate @erisdogwood @loveissupernatural @sycathorn-slush @big-galaxy-chaos

music recs:

burning pile - mother mother

no children - the mountain goats

i want you - mitski

jobless monday - mitski

drunk walk home - mitski

She couldn’t believe that she used to like how it felt.

Her relationship with Draco started like a fairytale, like the beginning of a great romantic story that would make even the most seasoned rom-com writer swoon. Soulmates weren’t real, not to her knowledge, but somehow he was perfect for her. There were too many things that added up--like how they had the same lucky numbers, the same type of wand, the same way that they used their quill as bookmarks when one wasn’t available, the way he always managed to finish her sentences and guess what she was thinking…

They had been perfect together. At least, perfect enough during the first 3 months that she only took the mentions of Astoria with a grain of salt. It didn’t hurt that he sweetened every comparison.

“Wow,” he’d say as he looked down at the gift she brought him from Hogsmeade one weekend when he wasn’t feeling well, “No one has ever made me feel this way before. I mean, Astoria would just leave me alone when I was sick. She never got me anything. Thank you. For making me feel...special, I guess.”

He’d always press the pad of his thumb into her dimple and let her try on his rings that were far too big for him, bringing up how Astoria would always insist on him shrinking them to fit her. It always gave Y/N a little bit of an uneasy feel, but if Draco said that they were over, they were over.

“Love, you have nothing to worry about,” he told her one day after she expressed her nervousness to him. “I told you. We’re completely over. Plus, she’s gone completely mad. Keeps sending me owls telling me how she can’t imagine herself with anyone else. It’s pathetic, really. You, on the other hand...well, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

She glowed up at him at the sound of this, filing away the note about Astoria owling him and instead basking in the joy of his praise. Y/N had never been with someone who saw her in such an amazing light. Draco Malfoy, the cold, sometimes cruel, aristocratic Slytherin somehow looked at her and decided that she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. And there was nothing that could feel as good as that.

It couldn’t get any better. So, naturally, it got worse.

Y/N understood that Draco and Astoria had to spend at least some time together--they were both on the Slytherin Quidditch team and their families were very close--but it seemed to be getting excessive.

“Listen, Y/N,” he said to her after she voiced her concerns once again. “There’s nothing going on between me and Astoria. You know that I can’t cut her off. She’s basically part of my family at this point.”

“I just don’t understand why you had to be alone in your room to study,” said Y/N, fighting back her tears as she sat cross-legged on Draco’s bed. “I don’t understand. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Her roommates were being loud and the common room was freezing,” he said as he searched for a sweatshirt in his drawer. “I know she’s worried about the Transfiguration exam. My family would disown me if they knew I didn’t offer my help and she failed.”

Y/N swallowed, allowing the silence to engulf them for a few seconds.

“Draco?”

“What’s up?” He didn’t even bother to look in her direction.

“What did you tell Astoria when she sent you those owls after we started dating?”

Draco ceased all movement for a second before resuming his search. “Er. I told her that if she didn’t respect our relationship we couldn’t be friends.”

“And did she? Respect our relationship?”

He stood up suddenly, the drawer slamming shut. “Obviously. We’re friends now, right? What’s your point?”

“Nothing,” said Y/N. Why was he being so defensive all of a sudden? “I just realized we never talked about that is all. I never told you how much it hurt when she sent me that owl after you first asked me out calling me a rebound fuck or whatever. I wanted to clear things up.”

“Oh,” he responded. “Sorry. Glad I could clarify things for you.”

“Thanks.”

He leaned over to desk to grab his shower caddy full of his shampoo and various other toiletries before pausing. “But you know what? I get why you might be concerned about Astoria, or whatever, but do you have any idea how much it hurts for you to imply that I’m a shitty enough person to cheat on you? Especially when you’re still talking to Potter?”

“Whoa,” said Y/N. “What? He told me that he got into his dream medical program. That was it. That was all it was. We’ve hardly spoken since you asked me--”

“And what does ‘hardly spoken’ mean?” he spat, glaring at her from the desk.

“As in we’ve had a few conversations,” said Y/N, staring down at her hands as her nails dug into her palms. “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you. They were nothing. He just said hi to me in the library once.”

“Good to see you so invested still in his career opportunities,” Draco drawled.

“That’s not--”

“And now you’re going to deny it?” He scoffed. “Wow.”

She bit her lip as tears started coming to the surface. The guilt she felt for not telling Draco about the encounter in the library was quickly covering up any worry she had about Astoria. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say. I made a mistake, but I broke up with him a year ago.”

“I would be more inclined to take your apology seriously if you weren’t constantly trying to justify yourself,” he said. His composure was clearly regained.

“I’m just trying to explain. I’m sorry. I understand where you’re coming from and I shouldn’t have done that.”

He sighed, keeping his eyes locked on her for a few seconds. “Okay. I think I need a little time by myself. Do you mind?” He sidestepped away from the door, tilting his head towards it.

“Oh.” Y/N wasn’t sure what she was expecting--maybe a hug from him, maybe make-up sex--but whatever it was, it wasn’t this. “For what it’s worth, I really don’t think you’re a shitty person. Or that you’re cheating on me. I just get nervous sometimes. And insecure. I’m sorry. I love you more than anything.”

He let out another deep exhale. “Thanks for listening. I’ll let you know when I feel comfortable talking again.”

“Wait. Are we breaking up?” Y/N asked, her voice becoming shrill at the end.

He shrugged. “I’m not sure yet. I need to think.”

About what Y/N had to keep herself from saying to him.

And thus concluded their first real fight. Y/N went and cried herself to sleep in her room, mostly out of confusion, while, from what she heard after the end, Draco and Astoria were seen chatting away the night in the common room.

II.

The second time was much more blood-boiling. Looking back on it, Y/N wished that she could throttle him then and there. But only hindsight is 20/20.

After making up, Y/N brought Draco a bouquet of flowers that she knew were his favorite after the Quidditch Match. He’d grinned down at her, sweeping her off her feet and peppering kisses around her cheeks.

“Just who I wanted to see,” he crooned, setting her onto his bed and running his fingers through her hair.

“Can we nap?” she asked, leaning into his touch. He beamed down at her, pulling her into a hug once again. THIS was the Draco she knew--not the one that exploded at her in his room the week before. He’d just had a bad week.

“Of course.” He turned around to go fishing through his dresser again. She tried not to flinch at the memory of what conversation had ensued the last time she watched the scene before her. “Want a shirt?”

“Yeah.” She failed at holding back a giant grin. His shirts were always so soft and smelled like his cologne--a dead ringer for her Amortentia.

Draco turned and tossed her a sweatshirt from the top of his dresser as he quickly changed into sweatpants. Y/N laid back in his bed, examining his room in the dim light. It was moments like these that she’d be willing to give everything for. Her boyfriend’s bed was so, so soft and the sweatshirt was so cozy. She felt the bed dip to her side and arms fold around her, pulling her into Draco’s warm chest.

“I wish I could freeze this moment in time and live in it forever,” she whispered, letting her fingers trace up and down his chest as she felt it shake a bit with his laughter.

“Me too.”

From her position, she had a perfect vantage point to look at the corkboard hanging over his desk. Out of sheer curiosity, she squinted at the notes pinned to it. As far as she could see, all the notes had some incredible sentimental value, whether it be from his mother or an artifact from a special day of his. A grin stretched across her face as she wondered if she’d be able to find one of the many notes she’d written to him pinned up.

“What are you smiling about?” Draco teased, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead.

“Noth--” the words died on her tongue as her eyes locked onto the final note. The tell-tale fancy cursive and signature was most certainly not hers. But she knew whose it was. The nausea that followed was immediate. Why was he saving notes from her?

She squinted a little harder to make out what it said in the low lighting.

“Dearest Draco,” it read, “My parents wanted me to send this fruit basket to you as a celebration for your final year at Hogwarts. I hope you know that we’ve always got your back. No matter what. Yours, Astoria.”

“Is something wrong?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing. He looked so concerned that Y/N thought that maybe telling him wouldn’t ruin the moment.

“I’m looking at your corkboard,” she told him, not trusting her voice not to shake. “And I’m seeing that you kept a note that Astoria wrote to you after we started dating. And you don’t keep any of mine.”

The energy immediately shifted as he sat up. “Are you actually serious?”

“Yes?” said Y/N, more confused than anything. “Can we please talk about this?”

“You know how it makes me feel when you imply that I’m cheating on you,” he said.

“I never said--”

“Then why bring it up?” he asked. “Honestly, at least she was never this sensitive. At this point it seems like you’re trying to get me to cheat on you.”

“Oh my god,” she said, pulling his covers off her and sitting up. “You’re seriously going to say that after you know how insecure she makes me feel?”

“Listen, Y/N,” he began, “If you’re not the type of girl who can handle my friendship with Astoria then that’s okay. But if that’s a deal-breaker I need to know now.”

“No! No, I want to be with you,” said Y/N, feeling her hysteria rise. “I respect it! Little stuff like this worries me, though, and I just want your reassurance. That’s all I want from you.”

“I shouldn’t have to justify what I keep on a corkboard,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “She’s just a family friend. It meant a lot to me to hear that from her and her family. I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of this. If you can’t deal with this, then just say so. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh.” Y/N swallowed, pulling her knees into her chest. Why was everything so confusing? When things were good, they were perfect. Astoria was just...a constant obstacle for her to overcome. But he was worth it. He was always worth it, and she would do anything it took to make things right again, even if it meant swallowing her feelings. “I’m sorry. I know I’m overreacting.”

He reached out to cup her cheek. “Hey. It’s okay. Thanks for telling me. I guess I’ll try and distance myself as much as I can. It might be hard though, you know. Just because of our family. I’m sorry if it’s not enough for you.”

“No, no, Draco.” The guilt flowed into her as she realized just how much of a problem she was causing over this. He never cared if she talked to any of her exes, and it wasn’t like she had strong family ties to them. “You don’t have to do that if it’s a hassle. I trust you. You’re enough for me as you are.”

I want to trust you she thought as she looked at the boy in front of her. I just don’t know if I can.

III.

The Yule Ball brought all sorts of festivities. Y/N felt her worries slip away as Draco asked her to the ball in extravagant fashion, filling her room with her favorite flowers and giving her a locket with their initials etched into it. His devotion to her was clear, and she felt it as he twirled her across the floor of the Great Hall.

“I’m so happy I got to spend this with you,” she whispered to him as she rested her head on his shoulder while they swayed. “And I’m so excited to spend the holidays together.”

“Believe me, me too,” he whispered back, spreading out his fingers on her back to hold her a bit closer. “You look beautiful.”

“I couldn’t let you blow me out of the water now, could I?” she teased, relishing in the feel of his smile forming.

“You mean the world to me, I hope you know that,” he said a few beats later. “I’d do anything for you.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course, love.” He pulled away to frown down at her, his eyebrow slightly furrowed. “Is something wrong?”

Y/N sighed. She couldn’t pretend the be the perfect girlfriend any longer when this was eating her alive. “It’s just...I saw you and Astoria together at the Three Broomsticks.”

All the softness immediately disappeared from Draco’s face. “We were just going over Quidditch strategy for our next game.”

“But why with her?” she asked. “She’s two years younger. Why don’t I ever see you talking to Pucey? He’s the one who’s going to be captain when you leave.”

“She wanted extra coaching.” His voice was flat. “You know my family will be angry with me if I say no to that.”

“But we were supposed to go on a date that day!” she exclaimed.

They’d stopped dancing, and Draco finally let go of her and stepped back. “It was a family thing. Don’t make this a bigger deal than it actually is. You always do this. Can you please just let this be a good night for us?”

“Excuse me?” she hissed, feeling her cheeks grow red. “Maybe you shouldn’t blow off your girlfriend to go out for drinks with your ex.”

“I told you,” he began waspishly, “She’s a family friend. She’s hardly my ex. Either way, you’re being completely ridiculous and you’re embarrassing me. I think it’s best that we spend the holidays separately.”

And with that, he left her alone in the middle of the dance floor.

IV.

Dearest Y/N,

I’ve been thinking of you this holiday season. I really miss you. It seems like it’s been forever since I’ve gotten to see you. I’m sorry that we weren’t able to spend the holidays together. At the time, I thought I needed the space, but now I really regret it. I know I’ve been reactive lately. I’ve just been stressed. I’ve been such a shitty boyfriend to you, making you worry like this. I love you, Y/N, and I can’t wait to see you this January. There’s a package with this letter. I hope it made it to you. Wear it and think of me, will you, love? I annotated a few of the books I sent you, too. I am seeing if I can come visit this weekend if my schedule allows it.

Yours forever, Draco

Y/N sighed as she ran her fingernail over the stones of the choker he’d given her. The diamonds glittered under her fingertips. It was a beautiful, beautiful gift. He had included a few wizarding books—one on herbology, something he knew she liked, and another contemporary fiction book that all of her friends were talking about. She glowed at the thought that he was paying such close attention to what she liked. This was what made all the pain worth it, she thought, as she gazed lovingly at the note in her hands. He loved her. He was right, she had nothing to worry about. She was choosing to trust him, like you did in any healthy relationship.

Seeing him later that week made her heart skip a beat. Her parents had left for dinner, leaving her and Draco to have some privacy. She leapt into his arms moments after he’d stepped out of the Floo.

“Hiiii,” she said, pressing kisses into his neck. She could feel his smile.

“Hiii,” he echoed. “How have you been?”

“I’ve missed you more than anything,” she admitted, bouncing once on her bed as she sat down. “I have so much to tell you. I want to hear all about your winter break first, though. How was Christmas?”

“It went well,” he said, walking over to her bookshelf. “It was great to catch up with Edward. He and Father argued the entire night over the credibility of Rita Skeeter’s work—”

“Wait,” she said, sitting up ramrod straight. He turned to her, his eyebrows raised. “Edward? Like, Edward Greengrass?”

“Yeah, the Greengrasses were there,” he said slowly, a frown forming on his face.

“I didn’t know about that. Why didn’t you tell me?”

He sighed. “Love, I did tell you. I guess you weren’t listening. Or you just don’t remember. Your memory has never been the best, has it?”

Y/N swallowed, racking her brain for any remembrance of that mention. She came up with nothing. Had she really just…forgotten? No, she wouldn’t have forgotten about that. “Oh. I guess I don’t remember.”

Draco’s smile was strained. “I see the books I sent you on your bookshelf already. Did you get through them that fast? I know you only put them there if they’re finished.”

“Oh, no, I’m still getting around to them,” she said, reassurance flooding her once again at the feeling of being recognized.

“Oh.” Draco went silent.

“Is there something wrong, love?” she asked, leaning forward so she could see his face better. He was wearing a deadly serious expression.

“No, it’s nothing. It’s fine,” he said, running his fingers through his hair. “I just…I spent a lot of time annotating those for you. I just hope you actually get around to reading them. I know you have a habit of just forgetting about them.”

“No, Draco, they’re on my list!” she said, trying desperately to lighten the mood. “I promise I’ll get around to reading them. They made my week. Thank you.”

“If you say so.”

“Anyway,” rambled Y/N, “I’ve been dying to tell you something. I’ve come to the decision that I want my concentration to be on Potions and Arithmancy. I wrote to Snape over the break, and he told me that my plan would be excellent if I wanted to go into healing. Isn’t that great?”

“Yeah, yeah, definitely.”

“You don’t seem like you agree.”

Draco dropped his hands to his side in a dramatic swoop. “I’m sorry. I’ll try and be more enthusiastic. It just seems like a lot for you, you know? Like, you’re a History girl and you always have been. Why do you want to go into healing? You don’t have the skills for that. Most future healers start helping Madame Pomfrey by second year.”

“I know I don’t have experience in healing,” she said, deflated. “But Snape told me that my grades were exemplary and that he’d be willing to write a stellar recommendation to the program of my choice—”

“Ok, ok, I’ll shut up,” he said, holding his hands up in a surrender. “I’m happy for you, doll. Even if I don’t agree with your career choices.”

Y/N’s mouth felt dry as he came down to kiss her forehead. Something felt horribly wrong within her, like she was homesick. But she was in her childhood bedroom, with the love of her life—there was nowhere more like home.

She had to be dreaming. She had to be dreaming. There was no other reason as to why she could clearly see Draco and Astoria studying together in the library, Astoria giggling while Draco threaded his fingers through her hair. Especially after Draco had owled her, telling her he didn’t feel well enough to walk around the school grounds with her like they’d planned.

Fueled by nothing but rage, she approached the table. “Draco,” she said, nodding a greeting to Astoria. The girl seemed unbothered by her presence, turning to give Draco the slightest eyebrow raise.

“Y/N, how good to see you,” she said, sending her a little wave.

“Do you think you could go? I need to speak to Draco. Alone.”

They shared glances. “I’m sorry love, we really need to get this project done for her Runes class,” explained Draco.

“She can do it herself, I’m sure,” she said.

“Sorry, doll, but she can’t. I gave her my word that I would help her.”

“Like you gave me your word that we’d go on a walk together?”

He shrugged. “I caught a chill. I didn’t think I could handle the winter air. I’ll come by your room after. It’ll only be a bit longer.”

Stunned, Y/N stared at him. Draco gazed back, his face devoid of any concern. “Er, right then. I’ll see you later.”

The homesickness was coming back, full force, like she wanted to vomit. But more pronounced than that was her fury. How dare he lie and cancel on her? How dare he snap at her for having one conversation with Harry when he turned around and did that with Astoria?

Y/N skipped dinner waiting for Draco to come by her room. One hour passed, then two, then three. It was just past curfew when a knock finally sounded at her door.

“Come in,” she said. Draco opened the door, stepping in.

“Sorry for the wait,” he said briskly, setting his satchel on her chair. It occurred to her that he hadn’t even had the chance to stop by his room to drop his things off. He’d been with Astoria the entire time. “We ran into a bit of a snag with the—”

“I don’t care about the fucking project, Draco,” she said, her voice cracking. “I need to talk to you about this. I was okay with you being friends with Astoria. I was fine with you keeping contact. But I’m not okay with you lying to me—”

“I have never lied to you about Astoria. Stop overreacting,” he snapped. It was like another person had possessed the sweet Draco that was her boyfriend, any semblance of affection leaving his expression. “Don’t you ever try to blame me for the fact that you have a piss poor memory.”

“I don’t understand!” Y/N cried out. “I don’t understand why you insist on prioritizing Astoria over me but then blow up when I so much as look at Harry—”

“That’s different,” he interrupted. “You know it’s different. We’ve been enemies for years. You have to understand—”

“I’ve tried to understand,” she said. “I’ve tried so, so hard. You don’t even know how much I’ve tried to twist these situations around to make sense. But I’m tired of it, Draco. I wish I could just trust you. I can’t.”

He scoffed. “Are you seriously going to break up with me over this? That’s ridiculous and you know it.”

“Of course I’m not—”

“You are so ungrateful sometimes,” he continued, cutting her off. “Most people wouldn’t put up with this kind of bullshit accusatory behavior from their partner. Grow up, Y/N.”

“Ok.” She looked down at her palms, interlacing her fingers together for the much needed strength. “Ok. If I’m so ungrateful and such a pain to be around, then you don’t have to be anymore. Consider it done. We’re over.”

Draco froze. “Um, sorry. What did you just say?”

“I said,” she began, fighting back the tears that were welling up in her eyes, “We’re over. I can’t do this anymore.”

His mouth shut, his face void of any further emotion. “Oh. Well, I think you can. You just don’t want to.”

“What I want is for you to leave,” said Y/N. “I want to go to bed.”

He spared her one last glance before yanking his satchel off the chair and slamming her door shut.

She wasn’t sure what she expected from Draco. Maybe a bouquet of flowers, an elaborate apology, or a knock at her door at 3am to reveal a sobbing and heartbroken version of her now ex-boyfriend. What she wasn’t expecting was nothing except for the sight of Draco and Astoria together everywhere. He didn’t give her a second glance, just flouncing past her.

That was all before Astoria met half-Veela Beauxbatons transfer Hugo and left him in the dust. There was a sort of morbid pleasure in seeing Draco sit at the breakfast table alone, glowering over his toast.

“Y/N,” said a familiar voice behind her.

“Oh, hi, Harry,” said Y/N, turning around on the bench to see him. Harry looked somewhat concerned, his messy brown hair looking more ruffled than usual.

“Can I sit?”

“Yeah, yeah sure.” Y/N couldn’t help but feel the pang of guilt at seeing one of her oldest friends sit next to her for the first time in almost a year. After she began to date Draco, she tried her best to avoid Harry to keep Draco from getting upset. She wasn’t quite sure how to even begin apologizing for what had happened.

“I heard about you and Draco,” began Harry, picking a crumpet off of her plate and buttering it. The familiar, friendly motion almost brought tears to her eyes. “I want to say I’m sorry. I know we haven’t been the closest lately, but I noticed you become a lot more reserved while you were with him. I don’t know the extent of which he caused that, but I hope you’re feeling better now.”

To her horror, a sob began to climb in her throat. Without knowing what else to do, she launched herself forward, throwing his arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry, Harry,” she mumbled into his shoulder. “I’m sorry for cutting you off. Draco—”

“I assumed he had something to do with it,” said Harry, patting her back awkwardly. “It’s really okay. You’re here now, yeah? Let’s start over. Friends again?”

“Let’s.” She sat back up, wiped her eyes, and managed a watery smile. “I missed you, Harry. You’ve always been my best friend. I’m sorry I haven’t been yours lately.”

“For our debut back into society, do you want me to hex Malfoy’s balls off or something?” asked Harry casually, spreading jam onto her crumpet.

“Harry…”

“Now that I’m into the healer program, he can pay me to fix them in a couple of years,” he said.

“Did I tell you?” She grinned at him. The sick, homesick curdling in her stomach had vanished. “I think I want to apply to the healer program, too.”

Harry’s smile got even wider. “No way. You’d be great at that, Y/N. Snape likes you, too. You’ll definitely get in.”

Harry had been right. A month after she had ended things with Draco, her acceptance letter had come. It was all her friends could talk about. News apparently had gotten around to her Slytherin friends, too, as that night she heard a knock at her door.

“Come in,” she said.

Draco stepped in, looking somewhat uncomfortable. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi, Draco. Can I help you?’ She thought that when she saw him again, she’d feel regret. Looking at him now, though, she felt nothing.

He cleared his throat. “I just wanted to say congratulations on your acceptance to the healer program. I knew you could do it. I’ve always believed in you, you know.”

She watched, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Thanks.”

“Also, I wanted to give you this.” Draco set a box down onto the desk. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, love, and I’ve realized that what I did wasn’t right. I didn’t listen to you and I regret that every day. You’re amazing. You’ve always been too good for me, which is why I feel so unworthy asking this of you.”

“Asking what?”

“I want to get back together,” he said, crossing the expanse of her room in a few steps and clasping her hands. “I can’t imagine being with anyone else. You’re the one for me, and I know that you feel the same way.”

She pulled away from him. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because our relationship wasn’t healthy, Draco. You weren’t good to me.”

“I…” He ran his fingers through his hair. He was stressed. He hadn’t prepared this far, Y/N noted. “I know, love. And I’m sorry about that. But when things were good they were great, weren’t they? Remember how great things were for the first few months? We could have that again.”

“You hurt me, Draco. That’s a risk I’m not willing to take again.”

“But think of how amazing we were together,” he said. “And we have a chance to do that again. But only if you give me another chance. What do you think?”

“What do I think?” Y/N stared at him for a few moments. “I think the trajectory of our relationship was concerning. It was controlling, unhealthy, and borderline abusive. I would have to be mad to put myself through that again.”

“But I want to change for you. You know me, love. You know I’m a good person. I want to be better for you. I’m capable of it. I’ll cut Astoria off. I won’t ever speak to her again.”

“I don’t think you’re a good person,” said Y/N, her voice cracking. “I didn’t realize that until after I ended things, but you’re not. If you really were one, you wouldn’t need me to end things before you had the magical ability to defy your parents’ wishes and cut off Astoria. No, if you had loved me independently of what I offered you, you wouldn’t have been so peeved by the parts of me that weren’t of your choosing. A good person wouldn’t treat me like that. You did.”

He scoffed. “Is that seriously how you see me?”

“Yes. Unlike you, I don’t lie.”

Draco straightened before grabbing the jewelry box off of her desk. “Forget it. I don’t know why I bothered. You were always a rebound. You know that, right?”

“I’m sorry for you,” she said suddenly.

“I’m sorry for you,” he fired back. “Imagine how pathetic it is to be someone’s rebound.”

“No, that’s not why I’m sorry.” She met his eyes. “Draco, the 6 months I spent with you were the most unhappy months of my life. You sucked the life out of me. But I got to leave. I only had to waste 6 months of my life dealing with your fuckery and your inability to genuinely love other people. But you? You’re stuck with it. You have to live with that for the rest of your life. So, yeah, I’m sorry. It must be sad to be you.”

He slammed her door.

Time passed quickly. Her short relationship with Draco drifted into the past. By graduation, she was so focused on planning for the healer program that he hardly ever crossed her mind. But that summer, when the annotated book that he’d written her was left on her bed, halfway finished as she’d left it in January, a sort of bittersweet anger washed over her. She opened it up to the very last page to see a long letter he’d written her that she’d never read, depicting how much he’d adored her and how much he’d loved her.

She sat on her bed, the annotated book pressed into her chest as she stared up at the ceiling. Did he ever even mean those words? Were they just hollow? Was she ever more than just a rebound fuck?

But beyond all of that anger she felt for him, there was always an underlying sense of love. It didn’t matter how he felt. What mattered was that she had truly loved him.

Her fireplace roared to life as it was charmed to at 10 every evening, making her jump. After one last glance at the novel in her hands, she tossed it into the flame.

She remained awake, watching until every page was reduced to ash. Then she slept.

final a/n: ooh! i almost forgot to mention. shoutout to my ex gf, the only woman i would ever consider calling a c*nt. i wish i’d had the chance to! this one goes out to u girl, thank u for being my muse <3

#draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco x you #draco malfoy x you #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x oc #draco malfoy x oc

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pt. 1

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word count: 2,097

please forgive me if this is rough. i been outta the writing game for a minute. enjoy!

7:30 am.

The obnoxious ring of my alarm disturbs my peaceful sleep. I groan and move the blankets off my legs, stretching my arms to the ceiling. After my morning stretch I walk to my bathroom and turn the water to the hottest it can go before stripping my pajamas off. I quickly step in the shower, welcoming the warmth on my skin. I let out a sigh as I felt all the tension from my restless night glide down the drain. After a good 15 minutes I finally muster the strength to step out and wrap my towel around myself. I finally dry off and go to my closet to pick out an outfit for the day.

My eyes scan the closet before finally landing on a black pinstripe blazer dress with a zipper slit on the thigh, a thick belt around my waist with a chain in the front, and some knee high boots with black beret. After getting dressed I started on my hair and makeup. I went for a natural but full beat with my favorite pair of falsies and put my hair in a simple French braid down my back. I walked out to meet my roommate Carly.

“Good morning sleeping beauty” I says, she acknowledges me with the wave of her hand and walks back to her room as I smile and start making my matcha latte

I boil some water and grab the oat milk from the fridge. After making my latte I settle on some Oreo cereal for breakfast. I glance up and see my roommate exiting her room, looking ready for the day.

“Whatcha got planned for the day?” Carly asks, I shrug and look at her casually

“I might have a meeting to discuss signing with Arista, and making my own album” I comment casually, watching her eyes widen with excitement

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? Is David hiding somewhere with his camera?” Carly replies, I shake my head and watch her eyes fill with excited tears

“Baby!!! We have to tell everyone” she exclaims, I shake my head and cross my arms in an X shape

“We will tell them when I finish the meeting, I don’t wanna jinx myself” I whine, she nods understandingly

“Alright I should get going, let me know where you guys are so we can meet up after. You can ONLY tell Erin. I’ll see you later” I say, grabbing my work bag and keys from the counter

After a nerve wracking drive to the office I finally arrived. I take a deep breath and walk into the building where an assistant meets me. We take the elevator to a conference room.

We finally finished the hour long meeting. I brought a friend, who happened to be a lawyer to look over my contract before signing it. I shook their hands and said we would let them know in a few hours. After our meeting my friend and I headed out to get some boba and take a look at the contract. I quietly drank my black milk tea and sent a few texts to my friends.

“Looks pretty good, initial here and here... ok and just put your signature here” She said, I nodded signing and initialing away

They called the label and let them know we had signed the contract. My friend went and dropped off the contract while I headed to David’s. When I opened the door I noticed almost everyone was here, except for Jeff and Scott. I took my shoes off and quietly headed into the house.

“Soo.. what’s the verdict?” Carly asked, everyone looked to me in confusion

“Signed, and I’ll be starting my music journey with Arista today” I yell, my friends jump up in celebration and crowd around me

“We celebrating tonight bitches” Zane exclaims, and at this point who cares that it’s a Monday morning and they’ll most likely forget tonight

“Make sure you guys invite Jeff, and we’ll get Sage so drunk she can tell HIM how horny he makes her” Carly says, prompting David to take out his camera again and makes Carly repeat it

“God I tell Carly ONE time that I would get Jeff crush my head between his biceps and suddenly I’m being crucified for being horny” I retort, earning loud laughs from everyone else

“Tell David what you told me last night, after seeing Jeff’s insta post” Carly commands with a wide smile, I sigh and look right at David so I’m not looking straight into the camera lens

“Allegedly when I was a little litty last night, I was stalking his instagram and I saw the picture of him spraying water on himself in your merch… and allegedly I said that I would let him knock my cervix into my lungs and I would apologize for simply being too weak to handle it” I whispered, but everyone heard me anyways and as if on cue the devil himself walked in through the front door

“Jeff come listen to this” Jason says, showing the footage he recorded of me saying what I just said, I stood there in shock, Jeff quickly turned to me and smirked

“Come here baby” Jeff says, throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me to a bedroom while our friends laughed

“Finally, I’m getting the dick I deserve” I yell, Jeff puts me down gently after we round the corner

“Also Todd told me we’re celebrating for you, what happened?” He asks, I tell him the news and he lifts me up again

Jeff and I had been close from the minute we met, it really felt like I met my platonic soulmate to be completely honest. We’re always jokingly flirting with each other for the vlogs and if I’m not with the girls I’m usually with Jeff. Although, lately he’s been too busy to hang out or workout together, on the contrary he’s always free for David and the rest of our friends but when I want to hang out one on one there’s always something. It felt nice, just being the two of us. But alas, as soon as he finished the hug he waltzed right back to our other friends.

“Yea I’ve been doing good, how about you?” I mumble to myself, walking back to our friends as we talk about what to do until the rest of our friends are free to go out for the night

Natalie, Zane, David, and I decided to go somewhere and film some stuff and have a little photoshoot while we were at it. We took some videos of us fucking around in the parking lot of some mall. Zane decided to provide some commentary for the vlog as Nat and I took pictures.

“Look at these whores, won’t take no fucking pictures with me. I’m SAgE anD i’M a FaMoUS MuSICiAn, FuCK YALl” Zane yells, I hand my phone to Nat and walk over to David’s Tesla, grabbing the small paintball gun in the trunk

“Fuck with me again little bitch” I said, walking up to him and shooting him two times in the leg with the paintball gun, he cussed me out on the floor while the three of us laughed our asses off

“Alright let’s get going so we can collect everyone before we go out... or we could have it at David’s house so I don’t have to worry about flashing my ass to random people?” I ask, making puppy eyes at David as he reluctantly give in

“Fine, but you’re helping clean up after” He says, I nod eagerly as the four of us pile into the Tesla

“I’ll let Suzy and Jonah know, everyone else will probably be at the house anyways” Natalie says, quickly typing on her phone

We arrive at David’s house as the sun is setting and we start getting ready for everything. Toddy and Jeff go on an alcohol run, while the rest of us started setting everything up. Natalie and Zane go to get more solo cups and some extra things. I’m helping David put away some valuable things while everyone makes the house presentable and work on making it Zane and Heath proof, which could be impossible.

“Can I be in control of the music king?” I ask, David rolls his eyes at the horrible nickname and nods I connect to the speaker while pouring shots for everyone with the alcohol we have at the house

After I was done pouring the shots the ones who went to run errands came back and we all huddled in the kitchen. I put the down the bottle and we all hold our glasses up.

“May we all get absolutely plastered, and some of incredibly high. Maybe both? And may Zane stay away from the hospital for one fucking night, amen” I yell, we all cheers and take shots

After smoking with some of our friends I go back in the house and find it absolutely packed with people. David is multitasking with taking disposables and filming an incredibly drunk Zane and Ilya. And above all the talking and yelling I hear the familiar beat.

‘Do it, baby. Stick it, baby. Move it, baby. Lick it, baby...’

I scream and run to the make shift dance floor, my girls behind me as I start grinding on Corinna as she smacks my ass. I’m screaming the words, someone hands me a drink and I slowly start to feel myself get loose. Everyone making a circle around Corinna, and myself. We switch and I fall on the couch while Corinna gives me a lap dance.

“PUSSY SO GOOD HE GOT MY NAME ON IT” We scream, grabbing each other as Zane somehow finds himself on my lap too

After the song I make my way to the bar with Zane and Heath, my favorite drinking buddies. After getting a lot more alcohol in me than my entire being can tolerate we go back and start dancing. I was swaying to the music, occasionally dancing with our friends when I feel someone grab me.

“What do you think you’re doing? Shaking your ass for everyone to see” the faint linger of that Staten Island accent makes me smile, but it quickly changes to a frown when my brain registers the words he said

“What do you think Jeffreyyy? I’m-” “Zane what the fuck” I turn and see our friends huddled around the bathroom

“Watch out everyone” Natalie says, backing up and taking a running start towards the door and successfully kicks it down

“Zane why didn’t you say anything? We thought you were dead man” Jeff laughs, I walk into the bathroom and laugh at the sight

After a few more hours the strangers have left the house and our friend group is still going strong. I quietly nurse my water that Jeff forced me to have. David taking some disposables of the rare quiet moment.

“Zane.. I bet you won’t try and fight Jeff right now” I slur, my world still spinning from the poison in my body

“For what?” Zane replies, I smirk and look at Jeff

“Dude I’ll straight up kiss whoever wins” I say, David immediately bringing his vlog camera out and quickly explaining the situation

“Wait I wanna fucking get in on this” Ilya says, the three of them getting up... well Zane and Ilya could barely stand let alone fight Jeff, the most sober one here

The three of them start pushing each other, I’m a little too drunk to really understand what was going on. Before I know it Jeff had them both on the ground and was declared the winner

“Sageee... you gotta kiss Jeff” David teases, shoving the camera in my face as I chuckle

“Oh y’all know I wanna do more than kiss. Come here dumb bitch” I say, turning around on the couch as Jeff stabilizes me and plants a kiss right on my lips as our friends scream and jump around. I pull away and David turns his camera off for the moment.

“Can I pleasee have more shots.. Zane, Ilya get your dumbasses up we’re getting more drunk so David has content” I yell, the two of them immediately getting off the floor and walking with me to the kitchen

“David, come here I have a secret to tell you” I yell, stumbling over to meet him halfway

“Closer, closer..... I’m so fucked up”

#vlog sqaud #vlog squad imagine #jeff wittek #jeff wittek imagine

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hoodassnerd · 3 years

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Butterflies pt.2

Swallowtail pt.1 here

“With a taste of you lips I’m on a ride your toxic I’m slipping under with the taste of a poison paradise I’m addicted to you don’t you know that your toxic”

Jo sang into the flatiron “bitch imma big gangsta I turn her out with the foreign love. Cocaina slang-“ yurrr what’s good witchu?” She said into her primary phone “where you at girl? I’m outside waiting on ya fine ass to come downstairs “ Erik said. “Nigga I’m doing my hair. You said 5 not 4:30 sooooo, you can stop trippin cuz I got a whole half hour” “Girl it’s 5:30 bring yo ass on!”

Jo looked at her phone “Oh shit! Ight I’m coming now” she said as she grabbed her music phone to stop the music.

“Damn I didn’t know my hair would take that long”

Jo grabbed her 4’s and ran down the stairs

“Dis nigga really outside”

“Bro why you ain’t call earlier. I would have been done sooner” she said walking up to the car “ cuz I knew yo ass was gon talk like you always do” he said “ Fuck you, open the door” “ Not until you back up” he said. Jo rolled her eyes and backed up from the door “Bruh!” She sighed as he walked around to open her door “there you go” he said smiling “ I fucking- Ight bro”

“We going to the same theater as last time? Cuz I don’t think they like me.” Erik laughed “ I wouldn’t either,eating all those damn m&ms” “you had some too I dont wanna hear it. Let me DJ” she said. Erik looked at her for a second “fine, here” “we bout to be litty euggh!!” Erik rolled his eyes ‘best friend’ by 50 cent starts playing. Jo starts milly rocking and Erik bobs his head “ damn I haven’t heard his in a minute” “see? This is why you let me DJ”

“What we watching?” Erik looked at jo “you pick” he said putting his chin in her shoulder” oh detective pikachu!” “ you serious?” Jo looked at Erik “ you deadass bout to sit here and tell me that Pokémon wasn’t the shit!” She said crossing her arms “ I’m not , but you telling me that yo grown ass wants to see a Pokémon movie?” “ yes! I wanna be the very best like no one ever was. Dun Dun Dunna to catch them is my real test to train them is my cause” “really?” Erik said smiling “ I will travel across the land searching far and wide” Erik walked up to the ticket counter “Two for detective pikachu”

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“Outstanding. Girl you knock me out” jo sang while dancing. Erik nodding along, turns the car stereo down “you should sing professionally “ jo stops “I do, I be having concerts in the shower” Erik sucked his teeth “foreal, you sound good” jo shook her head “hell nah. I’d be on the news cuz I stomped a bitch out over some simple shit” Erik laughed and turned the music back up. “Aye you wanna smoke and go on an adventure?” She asked Erik “nah let play Mortal kombat. I still didn’t get my rematch from the last time you cheated” I ain’t cheat nigga, you just trash”

“Grab the sticks, I’ll go get the drugs” she said going upstairs. Erik grabbed the controllers and turn on the PS4. Jo connected her music phone to the sound bar in the living room ‘Rain on me’ by Ashanti starts playing “Hold on, whatchu tryna do?” Erik said smirking. “Whatchu mean?” Jo asked walking into the kitchen “you know what this songs about?” “Yea this a breakup song. What you thinking bout is SWV with they nasty asses. Don’t nobody want you.” She said “damn it’s like that?” He said looking hurt “it’s always been like that don’t act brand new, grab the chips hoe”

“JOHNNY CAGE WINS. FATALITY” “Thank 6-1. You wanna go again?” Jo asked grabbing her juice (mango passion fruit. Shit is fire btw) “pick another character” he did not taking his eyes off the screen “ Ight bro”

“SHANG TSUNG WINS. FATALITY” “Switch characters”

“ ”What a mess” JAQUI BRIGGS WINS” “ that’s some bullshit, you only won cuz I was staring at her ass” he says rubbing his beard “whatever you say nigga” “ ok you play with liu kang then”

“LIU KANG WINS. FATALITY”

“you wanna play something else?” Jo asked “that’s foul. You gave me the fucked up controller” Erik said looking at the accessory “you picked the controllers when we started. And I got the busted one.” She said turning it around to show the blue tape in the back. Erik sucked his teeth and looked away “oh Ight. Order a pizza since you can’t see me in this game.” She said as she mushed him and got up to pee.

“She lucky I love her”

#it aint easy being cheesy #black!reader #erik killmonger x reader

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arrhythmiiiaarchives · 3 years

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