God Tier: Archie is a teenage boy who has gone through a lot of trauma but receives no help for it. As a result he sometimes struggles to control his emotions and acts on them even if it might not be the best course to do so. Most of the time he realises when he has done wrong and goes out of his way to try and apologise to the people he hurts. Overall he is a good person who is just trying to live his life doing the fun things he likes, which is what a teenager should be doing.
Great Tier: Archie is an amazing person and even if he fucks up sometimes he still apologises.
Hey love your blog!! Could you please do a Kai imagine with him being all sweet and cute while trying to apologise to you (like he did to bonbon) you can choose why. And he gets all nervous and starts stuttering and tripping on his words. Thank you so much xxxx
The heat of the oven engulfed you as you bent over to retrieve the brownies. You nodded to the music that was currently playing in the background as you stuck a toothpick into the chocolaty goodness, checking it. They were perfect.
“Jesus!” You cursed, jumping in the air to see the one and only Kai Parker standing in your kitchen. His shoulders were somewhat tense, hands shoved into his pockets lazily. “What do you want Parker?”
“I wanna say sorry.” You remained silent, stirring the mixture for the next batch of brownies. “I was an ass, okay?” Kai couldn’t take you not even looking at him. He had messed up and he knew it, he felt horrible.
“You pushed me away.” You said, turning to face him.
“I…I was scared. Okay, Y/N, I was scared? You… I don’t know. Dammit.” He fumbled, nervously rocking on the heels of his feet. “You mean so much to me and I was scared because I thought you would hurt me, so I hurt you before you could do that.”
“That makes no sense Kai, I love you. And I’m always there for you. I would never intentionally hurt you.”
Kai took two long strides towards you. “…I’m s-sorry, okay? I’m so sorry.” You grinned up at him, taking his hand. Kai gripped onto your hand, he wasn’t going to let you slip through his fingers again. “Will you forgive me? Please forgive me…” He rested his head on top of yours.
“I forgive you.” You whispered as he began rocking the two of you side to side.
Kai exhaled softly. “Feelings are hard.” You nodded in agreement. “Hey Y/N?”
So I have this headcanon that Draco Malfoy loves to braid
hair. And he’s great at it
He can do it all, French, dutch, fishtail,
milkmaid, four strand braids, you name it, he can do it
He can do it all, French, dutch,
fishtail, milkmaid, four strand braids, you name it, he can do it
He can do other hair things but
he loves to braidHe grew up braiding Narcissa’s
hair. Narcissa prefers her hair down but she loves having Draco braiding
it and she’ll leave it up when he does it because, and that makes him so happy
(and that makes her happy)
He had to learn from different types
of braid from books. no youtube here
He wishes he’d had a little
sister sometimes he would have always been doing her hair
He used to do Pansy’s hair when
she visited the manor, and when they went to Hogwarts he did it all the time
And it just expanded from there,
he did Pansy’s, then Millicent’s, Daphne’s and Astoria’s
He ends up braiding a lot of hair
cuz he just can’t say no
Like he’ll huff and sigh and then
you know he’ll sit down cross legged on the sofa and motion in front of him and
they’ll just sit down in front and do it(it’s the only time he’ sit that way he
usually sits very fancy like with just his ankles crossed)
He’s in high demand at dances
Before quidditch try outs and
games he braids all the girls and long haired peeps hair if they ask
French speaking Draco braiding
the Beauxbatons girls hair
People ask who braids his hair but
they know better than to say Draco
It’s like the best kept secret in
But in 8th year
everyone finds out cuz of the 8th year common room
Then everyone gets their hair
Everyone’s sitting down and
drinking and Draco is braiding someones hair
He still braids the younger
Slytherin students hair
Other kids sneak into the 8th
year common room to get their hair braided
Especially Luna. Although she’s
there all the time anyway
In a ‘Sirius lives’ verse he
braids Sirius’s hair. Sirius leaves it in for a month
He always wanted to be friends
with Tonks so he could braid her hair. Braiding a metamorphmagus’s hair?? That’
be so cool
In a verse where she lives he
finally gets to
They love it
Somewhere in this verse they watch
tangled and see the hair braiding part
And they instantly look at each
other and are like ‘yyesssss’
Everyone rolls their eyes
They do it. It’s awesome
Grown up Draco and Harry and
Draco braiding Harry’s long hair for his work
Teddy grows his hair long and
Draco braids that too. Also great
And also yes Draco can braid his
own hair but it’s not the same.
Braiding someone else’s hair is beautiful and relaxing and it’s trust because that person trusts you to
In 8th year Draco does a lot to try
to apologise to everyone and make it up to them. Especially Hermione. And the
day that Hermione comes to Draco and asks him to braid her hair he knows he’s
Woah. This got way out of hand. At
some stage I’m totally making a fic about this, but till then, thank you for
Super special thanks to @ferret-face for being my sounding board and contributing to this wonderful headcanon
as requested by the wonderful @smariko !! sorry that this was quite late, but i had a little bit of trouble starting this one lol. this pretty much takes place after the events of 2x10. enjoy :)
Alec and Magnus sat cross-legged on Alec’s bed, facing each other, and talking about everything and anything. Business at the Institute had just calmed down and Alec needed to just sit down for a second. He was alive, Magnus was alive, they were alive together. And he made sure to cherish that before the next threat arose.
Alec reached out to run a light finger down the bridge of Magnus’ nose. Magnus sighed at the touch, eyes closed and hands on Alec’s chest. They were sitting close enough to feel each other’s breath but it never felt close enough.
Suddenly, the door to Alec’s room burst open and the two jerked back in surprise. Turning around, Alec glared at Jace who was standing in the doorway. “Jace, come on! We went over thi-”
“You’re gonna wanna see this,” panted Jace. Both Alec and Magnus frowned and eyed each other curiously. Without another word, they both rose and followed Jace to the Ops Centre.
“Jace what’s going on?” asked Alec, worry soaked in his voice as they turned the corner of a corridor. Alec reached his fingers out to Magnus’ hand and they interlaced fingers tightly.
“It’s the Clave,” was all Jace said. Alec groaned loudly, knowing full well that the Clave only ever sent emissaries to ruin things. The three made it to the Ops Centre as quickly as possible to join Isabelle and Clary. Shadowhunters had their weapons drawn and handcuffs out, wading their way through everyone in the Institute.
It didn’t take them long to figure out that Shadowhunters were ushering all Downworlders off the premises. A Clave representative explained that after the attack on the Institute, no Downworlders could be trusted to be in the Institute. Alec rolled his eyes. They must have known that no Downworlder was responsible for what had happened. The Clave often cloaked their prejudice as wanting to help keep the entire Shadow World but everyone knew it was bullshit.
Isabelle stepped up to Alec and Magnus with an apologetic gaze. “The Clave is placing a ban on all Downworlders entering any Institute – ever. They’re thinking of writing it into the Accords,” she whispered. Alec was speechless. They couldn’t do that, they just couldn’t.
Magnus looked up from Isabelle to see Simon being forcefully removed from the Institute. A seraph blade was dangerously pressed to his back. Simon looked back at a distressed Clary who was also being held back by an angry Shadowhunter. Magnus glanced at Simon and felt compelled to help him. “Simon!” Magnus exclaimed, wading through the dense group of Nephilim, Magnus ran up to Simon, a hand reached out to his.
Before he could do anything else, Magnus had a seraph blade held to his throat by a Clave emissary. “Hey!” Alec yelled, running to the front of the group. Magnus stood as still as possible, aware that one wrong move could have him slaughtered. Alec glanced down to see Magnus’ fingers spark with flames of red – he was getting ready to attack. Magnus looked up to sneer at the Shadowhunter in front of him, cat eyes glowing. The Shadowhunter looked back at him in disgust.
Suddenly, another Clave representative had his blade to Magnus’ throat as well and Magnus let his sparks die. Alec clenched his fists at the sight. He couldn’t just stand there. Alec cautiously walked up to the situation. Every other person in the Institute had stepped meters back, steering clear of anything that could go down. It was dead silent.
Alec placed a hand on Magnus’ shoulder and pushed him back lightly before stepping up between the Clave emissaries and his boyfriend. His eyes were piercing into the Shadowhunters’ in a look that was deathly cold. His jaw was clenched and knuckles white. “Nobody touches him,” Alec said in a low but harsh voice.
One of the Clave Shadowhunters stepped closer to Alec. “Sometimes I wonder why we ever let them in,” she said, coldly. She glanced over to Magnus to look him up and down in disgust. “Get rid of him yourself,” she snared before setting down her blade and ushering the rest of the Downworlders and Clave emissaries out of the Institute.
Letting out a deep breath that Alec wasn’t even aware he had been holding in, he turned to look at Magnus. The Warlock had his eyes cast downwards and had fists balled up beside him. He looked so helpless and – although Alec would never describe him this way – weak.
Alec stepped closer to Magnus, forehead pressed to the side of Magnus’ head. He was at a loss for words. “I don’t know how to fix this…” he murmured, softly, helplessly. Magnus looked up at Alec.
He pressed his hand to Alec’s cheek. The boy always wanted to fix everything. “It’s okay,” Magnus said as he stroked his thumb under Alec’s eye. He scoffed, letting his hand drop to his side. “It’s almost like the 1700s again.”
Alec looked at Magnus with a pained expression. He was trying to apologise but Magnus knew that it wasn’t his fault. None of this was. “I’m leaving with you,” said Alec. Magnus frowned at him. “If you’re not allowed to be here, neither am I.”
Magnus shook his head. “You’re the head of this Institute, you can’t leave,” he said, in a matter of fact tone.
Alec nodded. “I’m the head of this Institute, I can do what I very well please.”
i hope you enjoyed! if you have any prompts or scenarios for me, please head over to my ask box!
I know you are asking for flower meanings and you’ll get them, you’ll get a lot of them, but I would like to preface this list with that someone’s favourite flower or in any case a thoughtfully picked bouquet (in their favourite colour maybe) is also always a good idea for an apology.
For a character who barely knows anything about the person they’re apologising to or the meaning of flowers an attempt of being thoughtful is a good alternative. Florists often don’t know these meanings, but we do know that nevermind the meaning if someone adores a flower it’s instantly an awesome present. An apology bouquet/arrangement that your character can stand a 100% behind will have an indefinitely higher success rate even if it’s nothing fancy.
Blue bell - constancy, sorrowful regret but also humilty, constancy, gratitude
Broom - humilty (but also neatness and adour)
Camellia - my destiny is in your hands, but also modest merit
Caramine - paternal error (could be taken as a form of acknowledgement of it)
Carnation (red) - my heart breaks
Chervil - sincerety
Chestnut - justice, do me justice (could be used in combination with expected retribution, or when a character would think only a penalty makes their apology mean something)
Chrysanthemum (white) - truth
Cinquefoil - maternal affection, beloved daughter (have them combine it with caramine)
Gum cistus - I shall die tomorrow (for the overly dramatic character)
Clove - dignity (an acknowledgment or dignity or to say they’re trying to preserve it here)
Columbine - folly, desertation, I cannot give thee up
Columbine (red) - anxious and trembling (as in one meaning, not two)
Convolvulus - uncertainty, bonds
Convovulus major - estinguished hopes
Crab-apple blossom - ill-tempered
Currant - thy frown will kill me
Daisy - innocence (are they innocent though? meaning has to handled with care)
Dock - patience (they could signify their own and their will to wait things to get better or the acceptance of the apology etc.)
Elm - dignity (see previous)
Eschsholzia (esch-schol-zia) - do not refuse me (risky, but good for characters stubborn as a mule)
Everlasting - peptual or never-ceasing remembrance (of what? you will have to choose for yourself, your muse sure will know)
Fern - sincerety, confidence
Filbert - reconcilation
Fly orchis - error
Fool’s parsley - silliness
Freesia - lasting friendship, innocence, trust
Fritillary (chequered) - persecution (as in being haunted by something in this case or maybe they’re apologising for persecution who am I to judge)
Geranium - true friend, stupidity, folly (all at once)
Geranium (clouded or dark) - melancholy
Geranium (horse-shoe leaf) - stupidity
Geranium (fish) - disappointed expectation
Geranium (scarlet) - folly, comforting, stupidity
Gladiolus - you pierce my heart, generosity, I’m sincere, flower of the gladiators
Greek valerian - rupture
Hairbell - submission, grief, humility
Hawthorn - hope
Hazel - peace, reconcilation
Heart’s ease (purple) - you occupy my thoughts
Henbane - imperfection, fault
Honeysuckle (coral) - the colour of my fate)
Hyacinth (purple) - sorrowful, please forgive me
Ice plant - your looks freeze me
Iris - faith, thank you for your friendship (wishful thinking of theirs in hope it comes true?)
Carolina jasmine - seperation
Lalic (field, like an actual field of lalics) - humility
Lint - i feel my obligations
Lote tree - concord (a wish for such in this case)
Lotus leaf - recantation (of your character’s previously spoken words for example)
Marianthus - hope for better days
Marvel of peru - timidity
Olive - peace
Fly ophrys - mistake
Osier - frankness
Peony - shame bashfullness, anger
Persicaria - restauration
Pomegranate - foolishness
Rose (deep red) - bashful shame
Rose (white and red) - unity
Snowdrop - friendship in trouble, consolation, hope
Straw (a single, broken) - rupture of a contract, dissension, broken agreement
Tamarisk - crime, guilty
Verbena (pink) - family union (wished for maybe?)
Violet (white) - candor, let’s take a chance
Volkameria - may you be happy
Wild-service - harmony
Willow (creeping) - love forsaken
Withy - frankness
For an accepted apology a sultan lilac (”I forgive you”) in combination with white tulpis (”forgiveness”) would go well.
As you can see Nonny the list is quite long, and I’ve only covered the basics. if they need to apologise for a certain behaviour or certain circumstances, it would helpful if you let us know more details, so we can try to give a more precise answer. However I do hope the above was helpful to you and your writing.
- Mod Jana
Disclaimer: This is intended as writing advice only. We are not
responsible for incorrect messages received by the interpretation of
flower language in real life.
They’re filming the penultimate episode when Erasmus throws a huge, shining spanner into the neat mechanism of Laurent’s show.
This close to the end, the on-camera small talk is finally giving way to more serious discussions about compatibility. Damen is meant to spend this afternoon asking each suitor in turn where they see themselves in five years, and what they really want out of life.
Erasmus is first; he sits on the edge of the couch, set at an angle to the leather armchair where Damen is enthroned, and twists his hands together. He hasn’t looked this visibly nervous in a while. Damen has obviously noticed it too, because he bats a few sillier questions at Erasmus instead of plunging straight into the heavy topics. He has an instinct for people that makes Laurent wonder what kind of easily-swayed idiot Theomedes must be, not to see how wired Damen is for leadership.
When Damen poses the in-five-years question, Erasmus runs a tongue over his lips and colour fills his cheeks. He’s the only suitor who hasn’t yet kissed Damen at least once on camera, and Laurent approved of that on the basis that it maintained tension, but now would be a good time for a kiss if one is going to happen.
Laurent moves his eyes away from Damen’s mouth.
Erasmus says, still blushing, “This is hard to say. I think you’re incredible, Damen. Really. But–”
…..but I am surprised at how people who claim to have it as their first (and often, only) language cannot tell the difference between possessive and plural forms.
This is the possessive form of the word ‘table’: table’s. You use the apostrophe (‘s) when you want to describe something that belongs to the table, or some quality of the table, or something that the table fucking possesses. For example;
This is the table’s edge.
This is the table’s right place.
This is how you write the table’s fucking possessive form.
This table’s slightly crooked. (Here you are describing an attribute of the table - crookedness - by contracting “the table is” to “the table’s”).
If the word itself ends in an ‘s’ don’t add another ‘s’ - just add an apostrophe (’).
The abbess’ piety is well-known.
The skittles’ colour is green.
My glasses’ frames are green.
On the other hand, if you want to write the plural form of the word table, you leave out the apostrophe and just add an ‘s’: one table, two tables, many tables, but never “table’s”. For example;
I’m going to buy five tables at IKEA.
We can just put all the food on the tables.
’Tables’ is how you write the fucking plural form of ‘table’.
The same rule applies when you are talking about people. Therefore, I present to you the possessive:
This is Jonny’s hockey stick. (Don’t forget the apostrophe because there’s only one Jonny)
This is Geno’s dog. (Don’t forget the apostrophe because there’s only one Geno, thank goodness).
Derek is Stiles’ werewolf. (If the word or name ends with a ‘s’, you just put an apostrophe at the end of the name and don’t add an extra s.)
Draco’s love for Harry is well-known.
Hermione’s commitment to good grammar is what makes her weep when she reads your fan-fiction.
This is Sidney’s house.
And now the plural:
The Malkins are coming over for dinner. (You are referring to more than one Kane, so you use the plural form. Not “the Malkin’s are coming over for dinner”, but “the Malkins are coming over for dinner”.)
Sharpy and Kaner are both mocking Jonny, and that’s more Patricks than Jonny can handle. (You are referring to more than one Patrick, so no fucking apostrophe).
Sidney has built several houses and he hates them all. (You are talking about several houses and not the particular attributes of any house).
Draco has lots of pet snakes. (Not snake’s)
Hermione is way too old for all these silly mistakes. (Not mistake’s).
What if you want to write about many things that belong to many people? Don’t let your head explode. Here’s how you do it.
Who are the people? Let’s say you’re talking about the Hale family.
What are the things? Let’s say you’re talking about all their houses.
What about the houses? Well, let’s say they’re beautiful.
The Hales have many houses.
Let’s break it down. Many people named Hale? Say Hales, not Hale’s. More than one house? Say houses, not house’s.
The Hales’ houses are beautiful.
Let’s break it down again. More than one Hale? Hales. More than one house? Houses. Possessive form of Hales? It ends with an ‘s’ so just add an apostrophe and you’re done. Hales’ Houses.
Some more examples:
Derek started a solo construction company, and he named it ‘Hale’s Houses’.
Derek Hale has a house. It’s Hale’s house.
Derek and Cora started a construction company, and they named it ‘Hales’ Houses’.
Derek and Cora Hale have a house. It’s the Hales’ house.
It took me a long time to learn this (as the title of this post indicates, English is not my first language, or even my second, or for that matter, my third). If I, at the hoary old age of twenty-three could learn this, you, who have been speaking, reading, and writing this language for your entire life, should be able to master it too. I still don’t get it right all the time, but I try.
I’m going to preemptively apologise for all the grammatical mistakes that I myself have made in this post. I’m happy to correct them if you point them out, because learning is an ongoing process and I will never be ashamed of making mistakes as long as I am willing to try and learn from them.
Request: I’d like to request an angsty Jaehyun scenario where he starts dating you bc of a bet he made with his friends and you find out and breakup with him but he actually truly loves you. Sorry if this was confusing.
A/N: okay so i used fool by winner for this scenario because it’s one of my favourite songs and it fits this scenario perfectly so!! and this is quite long and im proud of myself for writing this so i hope y'all like it too!
I was a fool
Nothing is gonna change
Even if I’m sorry now
He hesitantly looked at you, remorse and sorrow filling his eyes. Your cold and intense gaze was set on the book you were holding in your hand, as you tried to ignore his presence.
But a part of you wanted to be back in his arms- even after 4 months.
You miss him.
And you loved him.
Out of all places, you had to coincidentally meet him at the small little cafe down the street.
It’s not like he had not been clinging on to you and trying to win you back for the past few months.
But you resisted.
You didn’t want to be with someone who didn’t love you as much as you did.
“Y/N… Um.. How are you?” he asked in a soft tone.
You ignored him and flipped the page of your book.
He sighed, then bit his lips. But not giving up, hs asked again, “Are you busy these days? You haven’t been replying my calls or texts”
Your heart ached a little.
But you pressed on.
You ignored his words again, your eyes fully focused on the words on the page.
Jaehyun ran his fingers through his hair, then took your hand in his. You tried pulling away, but he held it tightly, and you could see clearly the eyebags that formed under his eyes and amount of weight he loss as you struggled to pull away.
“What are you trying to do right now?” you asked him sternly, keeping a straight face.
He flinched a little, then sighed, and you saw his eyes becoming teary. “I’m really sorry, i only just realised how much you mean to me and i know i shouldn’t have done it but i really do love you and-”
“It’s already over anyways, is there still a point in saying all these?” you cut him off, a look of frustration on your face.
He bit his lips again, “I just really hope you can forgive me and i just… really love you”
You shook your head and scoffed, “If you really did you should have put in more effort, but you didn’t. It’s too late Jaehyun, you need to let everything go”
You grabbed your book and bag, the shot him one last glance, “If i can, then you can too”
But in fact, you couldn’t, and didn’t.
But you had to lie and convince yourself.
Jaehyun sat back in dejection on the back of the seat, his tears rolling down his cheek.
He knew it was going to turn out this way.
He took in a deep breath as his hands rubbed lightly against the screen of his phone, where a picture of the both of you shone brightly.
He misses you.
If only he didn’t do it
Stupid bastard, foolish bastard
I know now that it’s all my fault
Jaehyun had his arms all around you, as he lazily gave you a peck on your forehead. You giggled softly to yourself. His chin was resting on your head, as he used his phone, humming in response to your words.
“How cute would it be if we stay together till we die?” you asked innocently, your fingers in his soft locks, as you admired his beautiful skin and features from below.
He let out a small laugh, his dimple showing evidently. “That would be very cute” he replied with almost no sincerity, but you ignored it anyways, since all you cared about was being with him.
He made you happy.
Never did you think that you’d be together with him, considering the fact that the both of you had total opposite personalities and interests.
One fine day he started hitting you up and talking to you at the library, the place you like to go to.
And all his friends were so supportive of his actions, it seemed to you like his feelings was sincere.
After two long months of getting to know each other even more, you realised you had already fallen for him.
Only he had the power to make you happy.
Small dates at cafes and carnivals led to lazy cuddling and movie marathons at each others’ house.
And it was not until when you realised Jaehyun’s lips was on yours, his hands under your as your legs wrapped around his lean body, that you realised the both of you were madly in love with each other.
At least you thought so.
Until that one day you heard everything, which left you in devastation and pure agony. But you said nothing about it, because you loved him too much.
You were helping him to fold his clothes and laundry at his house, waiting for him to come back from his short meeting with his friends.
At the side of your eye, you caught a glimpse of a family leather black wallet sitting on his bed top, and it occured to you that he had forgotton to bring his wallet- which had almost everything he needed inside.
He didn’t pick up your call.
You remember him telling you the name of the restaurant they were going to meet up at, and knew that it wasn’t far away from his place.
In hopes that he’d smile and and thank you upon seeing how you made your way down to pass him his wallet, you were faced by another sight.
“So… How’s she? Dude i didn’t know you could last more than 3 months, are you starting to have feelings for her?” the brown-haired man asked Jaehyun with a big smile, hitting your boyfriend’s back lightly.
“Honestly not yet? But she’s really nice and sweet though, do you think it’s right to do this?” Jaehyun asked, then shook his head.
Was ‘she’ referring to you? What was happening?
You frowned as you stayed well hidden, as you pressed on to continue listening.
Another man spoke up, patting Jaehyun’s head, “Who was the one who was so hard up on this bet three months ago? Don’t regret your decisions Jae”
“You’re right Johnny”
“Oh, someone even set her as your lockscreen, you sure you don’t have feelings for her?”
You saw Jaehyun blush a little, but kept his cool and scoffed a little, “I have to let her know i love her right?”
You knew that his lockscreen was you.
He had taken it while you were doing your work.
“You look cute”
You wanted to break down so badly.
So all of these had been a lie?
You wanted to confront him, and you had many questions.
But you couldn’t do or say anything.
Something was pulling you back.
You didn’t want to lose him.
So you acted like you didn’t know anything.
You lied to yourself and told yourself he would at least have the slightest feelings for you.
If not, why was he able to give you a big warm hug and a long kiss everyday without fail? Why would give you small little compliments and pecks on the cheeks after, and blush everytime you called him cute?
I’m selfish, I’ve always been
I only think about myself
I think I’m crazy
The person who pushed you away is me
After the 6th month, he became to grew distant.
Skinships became lesser and he spoke to you even lesser now.
It was as though he wasn’t interested at all.
And you knew why.
You engulfed him a big and tight hug in your arms as soon as he stepped into the house, but his arms didn’t wrap around yours like they used to, his head simply just resting on yours.
You tried to ignore the aching pain in your chest, the one you had been feeling for the past two months.
At least seeing him everyday made you happy.
But it killed you internally too.
“How was work?” you asked lovingly, your hands making their way to his. He moved slightly away, and you looked at him as your heart sank.
He replied with almost no emotion, “It was fine”
His eyes were glued to the television screen, and he didn’t look at you even once, as compared to when he would always stare at you with those doe-like eyes, lighting up as you smile.
“Had a bad day? Or..? Can i do anything to make it better-”
You couldn’t deal with this anymore.
A rush of anger ran up your body as you threw the pillow on the floor, as you watched Jaehyun stare at you in confusion.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Can you at least show me that you care for me? Jaehyun i’m already suffocating and hurting on my own everyday, can you please make it better for me?”
Jaehyun scoffed, and he gave you the most intense glare he had ever, “What do you mean? Why are you pushing everything to me right now?”
You bit your lower lip as you rolled your eyes, “You know best Jaehyun. Here i am trying my best every single day for you, hoping that you’d share the same feelings i have for you but your actions right now clearly shows it isn’t working.”
“I’m just tired, of course i love you, what do you mean by 'share the same feelings’?”
You scoffed, “The bet. I know everything, stop pretending.”
His eyes widened, “Y-You knew…? How did you-”
“I’m done with this bullshit Jaehyun. I hope you had fun on this bet while i was here suffering alone for 6 months, being fooled by you and your bunch of oh-so-great friends for dating me, thinking that you actually had genuine feelings.”
And with that, you walked out of the house, and never once looked back.
You needed to let go.
If I can see you once more
A last glimpse of you even for a short moment
But Jaehyun only got worst.
The night after he found himself missing your presence, the familiar and comforting hold around his body as you would wrap yourself tightly around his body.
The day after that he found himself staring and looking at all photographs and pictures of the both of you, as he’d smile and laugh, reminiscing all the memories of the both of you. But would start tearing up and crying unknowingly when he realises what he had done.
He found himself texting and calling you constantly, trying his best to apologise and make it up to you.
He realised how happy he was throughout the months he was with you.
And he realised that unknowingly, he had started to have genuine feelings for you.
He loves you.
You found his waiting at your doorstep one day, his arms behind his back, head hanging down as he waited patiently for you.
But you walked past him and unlocked the door to your house, and without saying anything, you slammed the door in front of him.
You heard his breath fasten a little, and you heard his soft and small little cries, but still tried to say a few words to you,
“I really do love you and i’m sorry, i know it’s hard but please give me a chance?”
Upon these words, you broke down as you fell weakly onto the floor, pulling your legs closer to your body.
You wanted to forgive him, but at the same time, you wanted to forget him.
It was too much for you to handle.
You’re radiating and you go far far away
I try to feel the scattered memories
I miss you every every day
Yes I know I’m late
Come back to me like nothing ever happened
Jaehyun grabbed onto the piece of cloth in front of him and brought it up close to his face, as the comforting and warmth scent of you caused his tears to roll down again.
It was the only piece of you he had left.
“I’ll be leaving for a few years, don’t bother finding me anymore. Please let go”
He clenched his heart tightly as the last few words from you rang through his mind, as he took even bigger breaths as his crying got worst- he was a mess right now.
“Jaehyun.. Please call us when you see this, we’re all worried… and sorry”- taeyong hyung
Jaehyun felt a pain in his chest, as he let out a frustrated yell, then threw punch to the wall beside him.
He hated himself.
Why didn’t he cherish you while he could?
He threw another punch, and soon enough, his knuckles and hands were filled with scratches and cuts, as small bits of blood started to be more visible.
He didn’t care.
The pain in his heart hurt more tham anything else.
He wished everything was back to before.
He wished he hadn’t done anything at all.
He wished he could turn back time and make up to you.
He regretted everything.
And it was already too late to realise that he genuinely loves you,
So this is based off the song I Miss the Misery by Halestorm. Hope you guys like it!
I’ve been a mess since you stayed, I’ve been a wreck since you changed,
Kol wasn’t expecting your letters to be among Klaus’.
Any other time, he probably would’ve thrown his brother across the room for going through his things, but when he saw the familiar cursive handwriting, he remembered that he had in fact been dead, so it probably didn’t matter.
He sat on the bed, knowing he had to hide these from Davina if their relationship was to work.
She wouldn’t like knowing that there had been someone else in the picture.
She definitely wouldn’t like knowing the heartbreak this person had caused.
She most certainly wouldn’t like knowing that you were the first person he had ever turned all those centuries ago.
Y/N Y/L/N. The first girl Kol Mikaelson had ever loved.
And so, checking no-one was around first, he began to read, reminding himself of all the reasons you had been a part of his life.
Don’t let me get in your way, I miss the lies and the pain,
He was reminded of the night you left, the night he practically through you out.
One night before he was daggered and his family whisked him off to New Orleans.
“Well, you made a right mess of that!”
You and Kol faced each other, emotions rising. You had just come back from a hunt, and you, in a supposed moment of weakness, had let someone go. Which would result in them telling the whole of Cadiz that vampires lived among them.
After 600 years of being with the Mikaelsons, you would think that mistakes like that would go unpunished.
You two continued to fight about it. Normally, it probably would have ended in sex of some kind, that was how you two made up, but not this time.
This time it was you who changed.
”I can’t, I can’t keep doing this anymore Kol. I can’t keep worrying about whether or not we’re going to get caught. I thought the whole point of this was being carefree.”
”Well, if that’s how you feel, love, maybe you should just go.”
So you did, and never looked back.
I miss the bad things, The way you hate me, I miss the screaming, The way that you blame me!
Kol missed the fights between you two.
He missed how you would always blame each other, and then Elijah would run in, call you both idiotic, how you were both as stubborn and as reckless as each other.
It was what made you a perfect match.
When the dagger was pulled out of Kol’s chest a century later, he did make an effort to try and find you.
To tell you he loved you. After all, it was why he had turned you.
Of course, now you would be dead. After he had died back at the hands of the Gilbert boy, his entire sire line perished. Including you.
Miss the phone calls When it’s your fault, I miss the late nights, Don’t miss you at all!
More than anything, Kol missed the times when you accepted that you were to blame.
How you would show up, tears streaming, begging for his forgiveness.
How he would pick you up, spin you around, attaching his lips to yours, your hands in his hair as he carried you to the bedroom.
How, that night, all that would exist would be you two, your bodies merging as one.
He tried to pretend that it was the sex that he missed, after you left, but anyone with a brain would know that it was really you.
Your eyes, your hair, your smile, the way his name would roll off your tongue.
Things he would now never experience again.
I like the kick in the face, And the things you do to me! I love the way that it hurts! I don’t miss you, I miss the misery!
Of course, Kol had Davina now.
A sweet girl, whom he loved. He really did.
But he would never have the things he had with you, with her. He would never turn her, he knew that.
He would never be with her for centuries. He just had to make do with the time he had now.
Folding away the letters, prepared to go and see his current girlfriend, Kol was somewhat surprised to hear shouting from downstairs.
So he followed it.
He saw his two older brothers towering over another, almost in an attempt to hide this new person.
“What’s going on?”
As if on cue, Elijah and Klaus were pushed aside to reveal the new arrival.
Kol was taken aback. Confused. This wasn’t possible.
The same eyes. The same hair. The same smile.
The same feeling when his name rolled off your tongue.
i read a lot of fanfics, and when i mean a lot, its exactly what you guys are reading here, a lot means a lot. if you have any suggestions or have any favs, help me out by sending me the link so we can share Dramione all over tumblr. (don’t really care what the ratings are) sharing the favs from different writers.
Cassiopeia - Draco is patrolling the castle one night when he meets a very special girl from the future. Set during OOTP. Dramione future pairing, though Hermione does not make an appearance in the story.
Future Adventures - M - During a joint Potions/Charms lesson, Draco is accidentally given an overdose of a potion that will allow him to experience time in the future. During his time in the future he sees plenty of unexpected things, but will he like how his life is going to turn out?
A Reunion To Remember - After twelve years of not seeing each other the whole Granger family is having a reunion. Little do they know Hermione is not the same ugly bookworm from twelve years ago. Hermione is married and has a daughter, how will the family react.
Needing Him - M - He only participated hook ups, he didn’t call girls back and he definitely didn’t see girls twice if he could help it. But his question throws her off guard. Will they see each other again and reveal their feelings?
Voicemails - Draco doesn’t know what a phone is, neither does he know what a voicemail is either and he’s trying to apologise with her through Potter’s rectangle object.
Dwaco - Draco does not tend to little ones but has somehow been roped into getting up extra early, drinking from a Princess mug, wearing a Weasley jumper, and babysitting his messy cousin, Teddy Lupin. How on earth did that happen? Inspired by the artwork “Draco meets Teddy” by CaptBexx.
Animal Instincts - M - Five years after Hogwarts, Hermione and Draco are thrown together after a certain ‘Malfoy trait’ kicks in and Draco needs Hermione’s help.
17 Years Later - It’s 17 years after the war and time for the new 1st years to board the Hogwarts Train. What has become of the Gryffindor Golden Girl? Ron Weasley finds out the hard way.
A Long Waited Engagement - The air was blistering cold. She sat on the frost covered bench, playing with the ring around her index finger. She looked uneasily as the train pulled in and a man stepped off. And I could only watch their love blossom again.
A Dish Best Served Cold - M - Somebody is out to get Hermione. Draco gets caught in the middle, and doesn’t mind at all!
A Reunion To Remember - It’s been eight years since they’ve seen each other and a reunion in Hogwarts finally gives them a chance to come together again and catch up with each other’s lives. However, a shocking revelation makes the event a reunion to remember.
Brotherly Love - Hermione has a twin brother. He’s in Hogwarts, and he’s drop dead gorgeous.
Best Laid Plans - M - Draco has come up with a plan to make Hermione HIS…and look perfectly innocent at the same time…of course, he never once thought that his plan might backfire quite hilariously…
A Wonderful Caricature Of Intimacy - Draco loves his son more than anything in the world. So, when his ex-wife plans to take his son away, Draco asks the most unlikely person for help. Hermione must decide whether changing her entire life is worth helping the man she hates unconditionally.
A Union Most Difficult - M - Veela!Draco When Draco turns 18 and realises that his mate is someone in the castle, what does he do? Submits to a test to find and claim her, of course.
Aphrodisiac - M - Hermione drinks something that wasn’t intended for her. Draco finds a very pleasant surprise in the Heads’ Common Room.
Always Be My Baby - Draco Malfoy was hit by a curse which turned him into his six year-old self again. And Hermione was asked to take care of him until they develop a cure for him. Oh, baby.
Hot When Jealous - Draco was always getting jealous for no reason, accusing Hermione of flirting with people she had absolutely no interest in.