"you left me!"

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s oh hey, i’m writing for my baby draco 

surprised? yeah, me too.

i feel like this is so short but i tried and i haven’t touched this site in a while!

but this for 1k, taking it back to my roots <3 this might be translated to an IT character but for now, it’s for my boy draco

pair: draco x reader

song this is based on: changes by xxxtentacion (i do recommend listening to the song while you read this)

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sometimes, things just don’t work out how you want them to and that’s totally okay. but it’s the times when you are emotionally exhausted from giving your all and more to someone and end up not getting it back. 

you never thought you’d be going through that exact same feeling, at least not at this point in your life. especially not with him. it could’ve been anyone but him.

it was a year after the war and everybody you knew was still recovering from their losses. families and friends mourned for their loved ones struck down by the horrors that happened during the war. you, yourself were barely recovering from the fact that your best friend was killed by a rogue killing spell.

through this time, everyone had someone to lean on, someone that shared their pain and was willing to be in pain and recover together. for you, that was your boyfriend of three years, draco malfoy.

you craved the sense of comfort he seemed to radiate before the war but now that you’re living in the aftermath, he seems to be straying farther and farther away. when it started, you thought about it and understood; draco was never one to open up on his feelings or let others in and you let it happen for the next half a year or so. but at least he was still in your sight.

after that, you’d barely see him. in the day, he was out re-building his empire and then at night, he was out doing merlin knows what. some nights, while you were laying alone in your bed, you’d look at your trunk, going back and forth on the idea of throwing everything in there but you fell asleep before you came to a solid conclusion.

the thing that kept you going was that you always woke up in his arms, pulled into his chest. that was the one thing that made you think that he was still there for you. but, even with that, everything else was still happening in a heartbreaking cycle. you don’t understand it and your heart can’t take all of it, especially after something as terrible as the war.

but it’s what happened on that one night that really put a nail in your heart.

2:54 a.m.

you heard the front door to your flat creak open and close. you sit up from bed, throwing your hair into a quick bun before staggering out the room, flicking the lights on. caught in the middle of the living room was a disheveled draco: tie undone, shirt messily buttoned, hair sticking up in random places and the smell of alcohol and women’s perfume reeking from his body.

“draco?” you murmured, your voice hoarse from not using it all night. “it’s almost 3 o’clock, why are you barely home?”

“i got caught up at the, the uh- the- the office!” he blabbered, his words almost incoherent. the fact that he had the audacity to lie to your face was so blood boiling and it took you all you had to not throw something at him.

“oh really? what’s on your neck?” you ask, eyeing the darkening mark on his neck, almost at his collarbone. you would tear up at the sight but your anger was washing over everything else. his hand flew up to the mark and he rubbed it, as if it would go away like a pencil mark.

“nothing, i got something thrown at me,” he mumbled. “it doesn’t matter, just go to bed and i’ll be there soon.”

you groaned and ran your hand down your face. “no draco, go to bed by yourself.”

draco looked at you with an irritated look like you were the one who did something wrong. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“it means you’ll sleep alone tonight. i’m done with you,” you seethed, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “maybe every night after this.”

“y/n, you can’t sleep on the couch,” draco scoffed in the most matter-of-fact tone you’ve ever heard. “i’ll stay there since your being so overdramatic about this.”

“overdramatic? overdramatic?!” you fumed, stepping closer to him. “i’m being overdramatic? well let’s see why!”

you rip open the front of his shirt, seeing the buttons fly everywhere and the sight you're greeted with confirmed everything you’ve been suspecting. tears rise up in your eyes and you bite your lip, trying to keep them in.

“b-baby, i-it’s not what it l-looks like,” he stammered, trying to cover the dark red lipstick marks scattered across his torso. “y/n-”

“no draco, i think it’s exactly what it looks like,” you breathed out, your arms dropping to your sides in utter disappointment and hurt. “i don’t even know who you are anymore.”

you turn on your heel and walked to the bedroom where you flung the top of your trunk open, throwing in items you knew that was yours. clothes went in but you left draco’s shirts out, throwing them on the floor. jewelry went in, except the set draco got you on your birthday, that went flying across the room. shoes and toiletries went in, too. anything that was truly yours all went into the trunk, closing it when you were done. 

you grab the trunk and slid on your shoes, storming out the bedroom and towards the front door. when you turned the corner, you saw draco standing in front of it, blocking your way out.

“where are you going?” he asked in perfect enunciation, having sobering up the minute tears sprung into your eyes minutes ago. 

“away,” you sighed, gripping your trunk harder. you already new that there was bound to be a mark there later.

“darling...” he walked up to you, wiping the tears you didn’t even notice were there, away.

“draco, stop,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “don’t make this harder than it already is.”

“then stay if it’s so hard,” he whispered back, resting his forehead on yours. “stay with me.”

“i can’t,” you wept, swallowing the lump that kept coming back up your throat. “i can’t stay with somebody who can’t even stay two hours with me.

“i can’t stay with someone who changed from a loving, sweet, and caring person to someone that goes out at night, drinks his sorrows away and fucks around with some slags when he has someone who gives her heart and soul to be with him and stay through the shit he does even when she’s dealing with fucked up shit herself.

i can’t stay with a man who doesn’t realize any of this and pretends we can fix it after a year of this bullshit. 

“i can’t stay with you, draco malfoy.”

draco had your face in his palms, looking into your tear-filled eyes with his own and he could see the shattered person behind them. the mark he left from his stupidity and naïveness. you saw a tear fall from his blue-grey eyes and you closed your own, not wanting to sucker back into his grasp.

“i love you.”

you pull away from him, the warmth quickly leaving your cheeks, being replaced with the burning hot tears streaming down your face. you grab your wand and shakily held it up, preparing for your apparition. 

draco’s face seemed to plead with you. pleading you to stay with him. 

you looked straight into his eyes, your lips quivering and the tears falling down in a more rapid speed. all the memories you had with him were slowly being thrown away as you hoped to leave them all in the flat. kiling two birds with one stone. 

keeping your gaze, you step away, giving yourself enough space to pop out of there.

maraudermalfoy asked:

please do a richie x reader with 19, 47, and 15 xo fucking love richies personality bro

15. “don’t die on me- please.” 19. “i’m going to kill you!” 47. “you’re cute when you’re angry.”

pair: richie x reader

i made this more of a blurb since i want to get something out for you guys and i’m working on something unexpected shhh

warnings: swearing

prompts | upcoming fics

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after the whole fiasco over the summer, the arcade has become yours and richie’s safe haven. a place where you could punch out all your frustrations and traumas from what had happened. the others found their own way to keep themselves occupied but the arcade was what worked best for you and richie.

a game that had been a favorite between the two of you was street fighter and whenever you two would play, there were a lot of petty fights and profanities that got exchanged. the last time you two played together, it ended up with you breaking the controller and throwing it straight at his head. the owner issued a one month ban right away. now that the ban was lifted, the two of you were eager to go and play again.

“okay, no, i will gut you in street fighter,” you boast to richie, who was walking with you to the local arcade. “you dare challenge the master?”

“okay, first of all, i beat you three times last month. second, you’re the master of losing so i think i’m going to be fine,” richie quipped before you pushed him to the side. “just because i haven’t played in a while doesn’t mean you can declare yourself the master, y/n! i don’t make the rules.”

“i don’t make the rules my ass,” you mock, rolling your eyes obnoxiously at him.

“$5 to whoever wins, since you’re so cocky,” richie smirked and you hold your hand out for him to shake. “okay, don’t cry when i take it from you.”

“only thing that’ll be crying will be your ego,” you mutter, pushing the glass door of the arcade open, the smell of nachos and sweat invading your nose.

“rude.”

you approach the game console with a gentle touch as if it was your baby and you couldn’t help but hug it. too much time has passed by that you’ve been away from your child.

“move over dork, you’re blocking the coin slot,” richie said, butting you to the side as he inserted a quarter in. “are you gonna play or kiss the machine all day?”

you butt him back, making some room for you to occupy the left side of the console and you eagerly await for the game to start and you got in “beat-a-bitch” position.

before you knew it, you were smashing buttons (and fingers), whilst angrily shouting at the game and at richie. somehow, he was beating you? like, what in the actual fuck? you’d think he’d be rusty, like you but nope! he was halfway to K.O.ing your fighter.

“don’t die on me- please,” you plead to the pixelated screen. “gotta beat this stupid trashmouth!” you hit the button after every word, trying to lower richie’s player’s bar.

out of the corner of your eye, you see richie smirk. “you’re cute when you’re angry.”

you snap your head at him and kick the back of his knee in. “stop using flattery to get me to lose, tozier! it won’t-”

you saw richie’s player K.O. yours and the session ended, declaring richie the winner of the game. you angrily turn at him with a sore loser hatred in your eyes. that little cheating shit.

“not gonna work, huh?” richie said, leaning on the game console.

“1. 2. 3. 4-” richie’s eyes widened and he was about to make a run for it.

“y/n, i love you with all my- AHHHH!”