#break up make up

[sitp-recs]

liv, out of curiosity, have you ever read fics where draco has to get married ( bc of bloodline etc ) so he has to break up with harry, or something like that? 🤔 i saw people talking about this idea online and i realised that i never come across anything like that before? but considering how many fics there are in the fandom i wonder if i just don’t know what tags to use! i suppose you’ve read more than me ( since i haven’t been reading their fics for too long ) you don’t have to rec them for me tho! just a silly question, thank you!!

Hi anon, thank you for the ask! Now I think about it I realize that I rarely come across this trope, but maybe that’s just because it’s not a storyline I’m very interested in? I assume most fics are not usually on my radar. Despite that I got a few recs that might fit, hope you enjoy and maybe my followers can add more?

Phoenix in the Fire by @lqtraintracks (E, 28k)

Harry never expected to have a hot summer fling with Draco Malfoy when he agreed to mind the castle with him. He also never expected that it would all have to end on August thirty-first. What happens when casual sex with Harry’s ex-enemy turns not casual after all? And how the hell is he going to stop Draco from making one of the biggest mistakes of his life?

On One's Knees by pir8fancier (E, 34k)

The war is over and to the victors go the spoils. If you are triggered by infidelity, this is not the fic for you.

Red Thread (that will lead me home to you) by xErised (E, 35k)

It takes four years of travelling and mutual pining for Harry to realise that Malfoy is the only one for him. Of course, he has to express his feelings in the most scandalous way possible—by stopping Malfoy's very proper, very pureblood wedding.

Paper Rings by lettersbyelise (E, 50k)

When Harry’s in need of a divorce lawyer, he has no choice but to turn to the best in the trade. Draco Malfoy’s reputation for discretion is flawless, and his track record for winning cases is close to perfect. But he’s also ruthless, passionate, and as infuriating as ever, and the brief relationship he and Harry had in Eighth Year still feels painfully fresh despite two decades spent apart.

We Are Young (I'll Carry You Home Tonight) by Femme (E, 69k)

Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement--and financial gain--of their circle of friends. But when Harry agrees to work with Draco to put Kingsley Shacklebolt into the Minister's office, they can't work side-by-side again every day and sleep together; that would be courting disaster. Wouldn't it?

Running Mate by Kbrick (E, 171k)

Nearly a decade after his relationship with Draco Malfoy imploded, Harry has a good life. He’s riding a wave of entrepreneurial success in muggle Chicago, and, for the first time ever, he's beholden to no one. Meanwhile, Draco is in London, making a name for himself in politics, and appears to be happily married. And so what if neither one of them has ever stopped thinking about the way things used to be?

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #break up make up #arranged marriage

[supervillainny]

I’m just a notch in your bedpost (but you’re just a line in a song)

[in which nny is inspired by the most overused FOB lyric of all time sorry]

The pounding on the door doesn’t let up, much like the pounding in his head, and Eddie lets out a curse that’s muffled by the cigarette in his mouth. He shakes his hair out of his face, watching in resignation as ash drops into the coffee he’s just poured himself, and shoves to his feet. 

“Yeah, alright,” he yells, shuffling towards the door, rolling his neck like that’s gonna do anything to counteract twenty-some years of headbanging, and he’s rubbing ruefully at it with one hand while he hauls the door open with the other. 

“What,” he snarls, and then nearly swallows his tongue. 

Steve hasn’t even changed, over years, and ain’t that a kick in the teeth. Standing there like a tower of righteous fury in acid-washed jeans and perfect hair, although it looks like maybe he gave in to the lure of Sun-In at some point and it hasn’t quite grown out. 

“Oh,” Eddie says flatly. “It’s you.” 

He ignores the feeling in his chest, like gentle fingers are cradling his heart but could, at any moment, start to squeeze. Instead he curls his lip, giving Steve a sardonic once-over, hoping like hell that the guy is too angry to notice the hunger in his eyes. 

“Munson,” Steve says, voice rigidly controlled. “You know why I’m here.”

“Couldn’t imagine,” Eddie drawls, then takes a long drag of his cigarette and lets the smoke curl out of the sides of his mouth. He taps his chin, pantomiming deep thought. “I owe you money?” 

Steve lets out a strangled noise, like the fury’s choking him, and Eddie doesn’t even attempt to bite down on his grin. He lets Steve push him back, rolling his back against the wall so Steve can shove past and storm into the kitchen. Apparently he’s too mad to sit, and instead he looms by the table, squeezing his fingers around the top slat of one of the ladder-back chairs tight enough to bleed his knuckles white. 

Eddie, ever a master of setting a scene, sprawls in the chair opposite like he hasn’t got a care in the world, stretching his arms so his shirt skims up against the skin of his stomach, and the involuntary drop of Steve’s gaze is the worst kind of victory, acid-burnt and bitter. Eddie takes a sip of his cooling coffee, and works against the grimace at its grittiness against his tongue. 

“So?” Eddie says, after a long silent moment. 

Instead of saying anything, Steve shoves a hand into the pocket of his hooded sweater and tosses a jewel case on the table. It skids across the surface and Eddie stops it with one finger, looking down at the familiar cover art with a weird sense of disorientation. That photographer had made him look like such an asshole. 

After another long moment, Eddie looks up with a grin. 

“Want me to sign it?” 

Steve snarls and the chair screeches as he shoves it forward, but before he can make another move they both look up when there’s movement in the doorway. 

Christ, the guy looks young in the morning light, early twenties maybe and pillow-rumpled, out of place in his clubbing clothes with last night’s eyeliner smeared around his eyes. Eddie feels a flash of embarrassment and that finally sparks his anger into life. He shoves to his feet and - feeling the weight of Steve’s stare on his back - saunters over to press a gentle kiss to the corner of the guy’s jaw. 

“Thanks, baby,” he says, low and husky but definitely loud enough for Steve to hear. “Maybe I’ll call you, huh?” 

“Sure.” The guy’s voice is flat and disbelieving. “How about you sign me a CD instead so I can sell it on the forums?” 

Eddie cackles in genuine amusement. “Sure, kid. That I can do.” 

There’s a box of them by the front door, hauled up from his van and dumped there after a long night’s playing, so Eddie rummages through the junk drawer in the kitchen to find a marker - revelling in the simmering anger on Steve’s face when he has to move out of the way - and scrawls his name across the dumb cover art. 

“Thanks,” the guy mumbles, and then looks over Eddie’s shoulder for a second, looking discomfited. “And - sorry.” And then he’s gone, the slam of the door and the distant thump of feet down stairs the only evidence he was even there. 

Eddie takes a long breath, and then turns, but if Steve was in the kitchen doorway it’s empty now. The few steps back are just about enough time for him to swallow down the fizzing in his stomach, but he’s not expecting to find Steve sitting, now, hunched over with his elbows on the kitchen table and his hands clenched in his hair. 

The kitchen chair scrapes over the linoleum and Eddie sits down carefully, stubbing out his cigarette before leaning back in his chair. 

Eddie’s always been the guy to make the noise, make a scene, talk like he’s got a quota of words to get through or the consequences will be dire. Silence hasn’t been much of a feature in his life, and it’s been rare that he’s been calm enough to let it happen, relax back into it, safe and soundless. Steve always held all of his silences, but this one feels rotten, like a cavity in a tooth. 

“Matching Scars,” Steve says, his voice taking all of the music out of the words. 

“It’s pretty popular,” Eddie says, spinning the ashtray against the surface of the table rather than reaching for another cigarette, ‘cos he remembers how hard it was for Steve to quit. 

“It’s good,” Steve says, reluctant. “I wish you hadn’t written it.” 

It’s so fucking unreasonable. What he said, sure, but also that it still hurts. Jesus, it’s been years, and Eddie’s still bent out of the shape around the hole Steve left. 

“You gave up the rights to my feelings, Steve-O,” Eddie says. “Too bad, so sad.” 

“But not mine!” The defensive flare in Steve’s voice matches the fire in his eyes when he looks up, catches Eddie’s eyes. “It may have been just fucking to you, but -” 

“Wait, what?” 

“Matching scars but just one bleeding heart,” Steve said, and grimaced like he’d tasted something bitter. “You think I want the kids hearing that?” 

“Sorry to get my feelings all over you,” Eddie says, a high-pitched ringing in his ears. “Gotta be careful with us artistic types.” He’d forgotten how much Steve could hurt him. Easy to do, when he hadn’t seen him since that last time. No one else got past his defences, towering stone and rusted wire, and he’d somehow overlooked the exact shape of the breach in them. 

“Your feelings?” Steve asks, his voice filled with scorn. He shoves up out of his chair, pacing back and forth across the worn linoleum, his hands running distractedly through his hair and it’s so familiar Eddie has to pull his feet up onto the chair with him, his crooked knees protecting the egg-shell fragile centre of him. He fumbles in his pocket for the crushed carton of cigarettes there, yanks one out and spins it between his fingers. 

“Henderson keeps hugging me,” Steve says, like it’s the worst thing in the world. Eddie laughs, can’t help it, and just for a second Steve meets his eyes, makes a face, and that moment of connection somehow reaches back across years. 

“What a nightmare,” Eddie says, as flattened out as he can make it, and the moment’s lost. 

“It’s humiliating,” Steve says. “Christ, I’m stuck in the town I grew up in, working the same dead-end job I had out of high school, getting pity from the kid I used to babysit because somehow the hit song of the summer is all about one of the many romantic fucking failures of my sad fucking life, and on top of it all, on top of that steaming pile of shit that is my life -” 

Steve turns to look at him, hands on his hips, and Eddie almost swallows his tongue. Steve looks exactly the same as he did back then. Eddie feels exactly the same. 

“And on top of that,” Steve says miserably, hopeless. “I come to confront you about showing my bleeding goddamn heart to the whole world and you still look - “ he gestures, helpless. “You still - Jesus, Eddie, the way you look at me.” 

Eddie cannot listen to this any more. 

“Steve, it’s not about you!” 

And Jesus, the look on his face. The moment’s shock that’s occluded by misery and a flash of anger that warms into a red-hot humiliation that has Eddie reaching out involuntarily, a second of knuckle-rough skin before Steve snatches his hand away and turns his head, staring hard at a spot of precisely nothing on the kitchen wall. 

Eddie watches the line of his jaw tighten, the bob of his adams apple, as if hypnotised. 

“Right,” Steve says, and he tries, Eddie can see him trying to keep his voice level, and he has to, he can’t not - 

“It’s about me. My feelings.” 

Steve swallows hard, with a dry-sounding click that almost echoes. “What - what do you mean, Eds?” And the nickname brings it all falling down, broken stone and snapped wire, his shattered defences crumbling around him. 

“You broke my heart, Stevie,” he says, simple, soft. 

And Jesus, the dawning wonder in Steve’s eyes. 

#steddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #break up make up #angst with a happy ending #steddie fic

[phoebe-delia]

a crooked love in a straight line down

This is for my sweetest friend @written-in-ash. Lyssa I love you so much and I'm incredibly proud of you. Here's to celebrating you, my lovely fandom little sister. Here's some angst, just for you.

Based on the song "I Wish You Would" by Taylor Swift.

CW: break up/make up, angst with a happy ending.

Harry's gotten very good at existing.

He gets up and goes to work each day. He smiles at his co-workers, laughs with Ron and Hermione over lunch at the Ministry cafeteria, and turns in his paperwork on time.

He leaves the office each day and floos home, where there's little to distract him from the heartbreak on the periphery of his attention. He's gotten good at blocking it out during the day; Harry's a master at suppressing his emotions when there's a job to do or someone to hide from, but when he's alone, there's nothing to stop the anguish from washing over him, hot tears running down his cheeks.

It's his own fault, too. He's kept the flat largely the same since Draco left, off to an exciting new potions research position in Canada. Harry tells himself it's because he hasn't had the time to get rid of it all; he's been busy, after all, and it's only been six weeks.

But that doesn't explain why he keeps buying Draco's favorite tea. Why he sleeps in the pajamas Draco bought for him. Why he hasn't thrown out Draco's hair brush or even moved it from its spot on the counter.

He should wipe the flat clear of anything that reminds him of Draco and find someone new. He should stop avoiding pub nights with his friends in favor of wallowing in his flat.

Maybe then he'll finally stop missing Draco with a bone-deep ache that leaves him breathless. Maybe he'll stop being so pathetic, crying and curled up on the sofa like he is now, wearing a t-shirt Draco left behind. Maybe he'll finally move on like Draco surely has with some fit Canadian man who speaks French and probably has a mustache.

Not that Harry's thought about it.

There's a knock at the door. Harry groans to himself, wondering why the world is interrupting his scheduled wallowing time. He turns over onto his stomach, grabbing a pillow and holding it over his head. The knocking turns more insistent, so with a grunt, he forces himself off the couch and over to the door, wiping his cheeks and running a hand through his hair, ready to tell whoever this is to leave him the fuck alone.

He opens the door. "What do you wa—nt?" Harry's voice cracks. "Draco," he breathes. He blinks back the tears already starting to well up again.

Draco looks infuriatingly good, wearing pressed trousers and a button-down shirt with a long trench coat. Harry resents his own joggers and the t-shirt, cheeks heating as he remembers who it belongs to.

"Hi, Harry," Draco says softly. "How are you?"

Harry crosses his arms. "I'm fine," he says, trying to keep his voice even. "What are you doing here?"

Draco bites his lip. "May I come in?"

Harry considers closing the door; he thinks about telling Draco 'no' and shutting him out of his life for good. He thinks about creating his own closure, earning back a scintilla of pride.

He also thinks about stepping aside to let Draco in. He thinks about Draco looking around as he enters, taking in every detail. Harry can see him cataloging every detail, searching for ways it's changed since he left. Harry hates him for it a little, even in his own imagination.

Instead, he says, "Answer my question first. What are you doing here?"

Draco swallows. "I hated Canada."

Harry frowns. "Why?"

Draco runs a hand through his hair, beginning to pace on the small doorway. "I thought that was what I wanted. That's one of the most prestigious potions programs in the bloody world, and they accepted me, and I—I thought I had no choice but to go."

"But you did," Harry says, not caring how bitter he sounds. "You had every choice in the world."

"Yes, I did," Draco mutters. "I did have a choice. I left, and I broke both our hearts in the process. I was an idiot. I could've tried getting over us, but I realized I just don't want to. It took spending six agonizing weeks on the other side of the world to realize that no job, no opportunity," he says the word with disdain, "is worth losing you." He looks at Harry with wide, pleading eyes. "I'm sorry, and I love you," he whispers. "I'm here. I'm home. If you'll have me."

Harry's gripping the doorframe for support, his eyes welling up with tears of relief; a release of anger and hope and love all in one. He doesn't stop one from sliding down his cheek, watching as Draco's own eyes grow teary.

Harry steps back, leaving room for Draco to walk through the threshold. Heart in his throat, he says, "Welcome home."

#post breakup #break up make up #angst with a happy ending #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco and harry #harry and draco #draco x harry #harry x draco #draco/harry #harry/draco #draco malfoy and harry potter #harry potter and draco malfoy #draco malfoy x harry potter #harry potter x draco malfoy #hpdm #drarry squad #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #drarry fanfiction #drarry ficlet #drarry drabble #drarry fandom #hp fic #hp fanfic #hp fanfiction #hp fandom #harry potter fandom #harry potter fic

[teacup-tai]

Fic Claim: Leeward (Drarry, M, 8k)

Finally got time to claim my @hpweddingfest fic! Huge thank you to my darling mods: @maraudersaffair and @ladderofyears! My dearest @crazybutgood for the stunning beta work, and my super alpha miss @erajmcouts. This fic was a huge delight to write. I'm so happy to leave the whole break up and divorce vibes in the past and start my new Drarry break-up & make-up phase.

Leeward (M, 8k, tw: previous break-up, survivors guilt, mentions of unhealthy behaviour. Angst with a happy ending)

Summary: There’s a polaroid kept in the back of Harry’s nightstand drawer. Just the one. It’s Muggle and slightly yellowish. There are many other photos in a box in the back of Harry’s cupboard under the stairs—the one he almost never opens. A hidden box of hidden memories. After four years since their break up, Harry and Draco meet again at Dean and Blaise’s wedding. Now, between the turquoise sea and the white sand dunes of Fuerteventura, they will need to face their feelings.

Read on AO3

*Amazing banner by @maraudersaffair :)

#drarry #drarry fic #tai writes #fest fic #hp wedding fest #break up make up #angst with a happy ending

[thechanbaeklibrary]

Summary: Baekhyun left his hometown with nothing but a small luggage, just enough money for a bus ride and a hidden baby bump.  He returns to Jeju 8 years later with a daughter in hand, returns to the place he despises so much, to the man he left behind without a word, all for the sake of his daughter.  Nothing could have prepared him to see Chanyeol again, the love of his life and the father of his child, and yet, here he is- engaged, looking so different, and yet so similar to the man Baekhyun once loved.   Author: Anonymous for the baeconandeggs fest   Lenght: Chaptered Status: Completed   Genre: Break up/Make up, Mpreg, Hidden pregnancy, RichxPoor, Angst   Rating: NC-17   Warnings: Abusive parents, harassment (but not happening between chanbaek)

Submitted by: Anonymous Why You Submitted: I haven’t read a chanbaek fic in a long time and this pulled me back in. The writing is beautiful, the plot and the setting too. It was a masterpiece. I really loved it. All the characters are so well written and the exes part was written so good because the author put flashbacks in between the present (it’s not a linear story) so I liked it a lot. It made me cry but it also had a happy ending and the ending was super satisfying. My favourite fic from the baeconandeggs fest so far.

#thanks for submitting! #submission #chaptered #break up make up #mpreg #secret pregnancy #rich poor #angst #nc17 #baeconandeggs

[pepsinister]

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tw: bruising

just had a bad accident

#this would be funnier if tumblr didn't make me break it up into paragraphs

[stellarspecter]

@pscentral event 20: antagonists ↳ THE LORDS IN BLACK in NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE

#nerdy prudes must die #npmd #starkid #npmdedit #team starkid #the lords in black #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #npmd spoilers #userisiah #userfaiths #userbaz #usercats #userhallie #noooo fucking clue what to tag in this fandom lmao #musicaledit #? sure #anyway yeah i watched npmd and immediately had to make this i was up until 1 am last night #wouldve been earlier but i had to take a break for dnd lol #i was gonna do a tua set for the event but this is easier and better so like. slay #i just wish they had more screen time. pokey and tinky have less than 20 seconds each </3 #oh and the titles and stuff are from the fan wiki. hope i didn't get anything wrong #i've been getting a lot of use out of this motion blur text transition its so funky fresh #*edits

[andthebeanstalk]

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

#hlep #original #mental health #my sympathies and empathies to anyone who has to rely on this kind of hlep to get what they need. #the people in my life who most need to see this post are my family but even if they did I sincerely doubt they would internalize it #i've tried to break thru to them so many times it makes my head hurt. so i am focusing on boundaries and on finding other forms of support #and this thing i learned today helps me validate those boundaries. the example with the milk was from my therapist. #the example with the towing company was a real thing that happened with my parents a few months ago while I was age 28. 28! #a full adult age! it is so infantilizing as a disabled adult to seek assistance and support from ableist parents. #they were real mad i was mad tho. and the spoons i spent trying to explain it were only the latest in a long line of #huge family-related spoon expenditures. distance and the ability to enforce boundaries helps. haven't talked to sisters for literally the #longest period of my whole life. people really believe that if they love you and try to help you they can do no wrong. #and those people are NOT great allies to the chronically sick folks in their lives. #you can adore someone and still fuck up and hurt them so bad. will your pride refuse to accept what you've done and lash out instead? #or will you have courage and be kind? will you learn and grow? all of us have prejudices and practices we are not yet aware of. #no one is pure. but will you be kind? will you be a good friend? will you grow? i hope i grow. i hope i always make the choice to grow. #i hope with every year i age i get better and better at making people feel the opposite of how my family's ableism has made me feel #i will see them seen and hear them heard and smile at their smiles. make them feel smart and held and strong. #just like i do now but even better! i am always learning better ways to be kind so i don't see why i would stop

[beybuniki]

they should go on a fishing trip pt.1

#DONT COMMENT ON THE BACKGROUND I KNOWWWWWWWWWWWW #anyway this is day 1. they take a bus. the bakugo household has fishing gear so ´deku is wearing bakugo's onesoe (?) and bakugo is wearing #his dad's. and notices he has grown :') #anyway they take a BUS and don't feel like doing this at all it's awkward for so many reason #also trying to relax after everything is neurologically just really hard they might be hyperivgilant dik #and there's so much they never got to unpack bnut they have to and they have to start somewhere and with someone #deku makes that flower crown while bakugo preps everything and they both look at it and are thrown back into their childhood 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ #and at first they just sit and wait for the bavarian fish to bite (rody should make a cameo tbh) but then bakugo breaks the iceeee. #and he starts with their moms because their moms have been such a stubbron connection between these two :') #and deku answers with the usual 'good :) how's your mom :)?' and to everyone's surprise he actually opens up #and tells deku about his mom's insomnia because she watched her son die (that shit was live streamed tpo 10 bnha tweets btw) #idk i love to think of their moms being a very easy subject to connect through i think it's easier for them that way to be more vulnerablei #and then some fish biteeeeeeeeeeee #but like 3 small ones so they have to gather berries and mushrooms and make stew (dw there's an aldi this is bavaria after all) #but yeah day 1 is a bit weird like it's just them in the woods with no distractions #which is so different from whatever went on during their 1st year of high school #don't read this i will throw up i just need this somewhere this is my public scrapbook #bnha #deku #midoriya izuku #bakugo katsuki #the flower crown on their knees makes this a bit homosexual but fishing is always homosexual im not fighting against that #au: #fishing

[sitp-recs]

Hello lovely! First of all, thank you so much for sharing all your work and love to the Drarry fandom, we all appreciate it! <3 I was wondering if you have any recs on breakup and getting back together Drarry fics? Preferably v angsty and smutty ones, but I'm open to anything and everything 😄 Lots of love, @starlitsilvereyes<3

Hello my friend! Thank you so much for the kind words, I also appreciate your gorgeous art and contributions to the fandom! 😍🙏🏼 ohh love me a break up make fic - especially if it comes with lots of angst and tender smut, your ask is right up my alley! These are some of my favourite angsty and Explicit stories, I have a longer list for this trope here. Enjoy!

Maybe Just A Midnight Rendezvous by @writcraft (4k)

Harry's back in London and he's determined to show Draco how things have changed.

Packing the Flat by marguerite_26 (6k)

Months after their explosive break-up, Draco insists Harry return to their flat to remove his belongings.

Can't Fight This Feeling by Writcraft (11k)

A year may have passed, but Harry Potter definitely isn't over Draco Malfoy.

Petrichor by @lazywonderlvnd (12k)

Breakups hurt, especially when you're still in love.

Let's Dance To Joy Division by Femme (12k)

Let the love tear us apart, I've found a cure for a broken heart...

If We Were Honest by daisymondays (26k)

Two years ago, Draco and Harry had a whirlwind secret romance that ended in heart-break. Since then Draco's written a best-selling novel based on their relationship, but with one key difference—the characters get a happily ever after. Now Harry and Draco are reunited for the first time since their break-up, but can they rewrite their own ending?

Make Me a Headline (I Want to Be That Bold) by @dictacontrion (31k)

Draco never expected to see Harry doing that again. Especially with someone else, in a grainy photograph that's landed on his desk one Monday morning.

Winner Takes It All by @skeptiquewrites (41k)

As with all his friends’ wagers, it starts small. Fifty Galleons for one kiss from Harry Potter is easily done.

Blood and Fire by @lqtraintracks (45k)

Harry has spent the last twelve years in Romania, not returning to England as often as he knows he should. It's complicated. But when Ginny asks him to be her best man and help her plan her wedding, he can't say no. Having a reckoning with his choices, with himself, won't be easy. To say nothing of seeing Draco again.

A Case of You by @epitomereally (97k)

Draco was doing just fine working as an Unspeakable in Paris, hanging out with his living and ghostly pals, inventing new spells, and definitely not thinking about Potter. Then, Lucius just had to break out of prison and turn his world upside down.

Dwelling on Dreams by @the-sinking-ship (135k)

Draco thought he could avoid Potter for the duration of his brief return to England. He’d stick to his schedule and be back home in Paris, where he belonged, in a few short months. No trouble at all. He had plenty to occupy him, what with the opening of the London branch of his successful apothecary, his innovative research, drinks with Pansy, a backlog of unread potions periodicals.

A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587 (234k)

Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along.

#asks #Drarry reclist #break up make up #angsty & smutty is how we like it

[wilwheaton]

Q: Why hasn't the SAG-AFTRA strike been resolved?

A:

#yep that's right it's because of four greedy billionaires #four greedy billionaires who have publicly stated their goal is to starve us out of our homes and make us lose our health insurance #four greedy billionaires who spend more on shoes than most actors make in a year #this is why we need to break up the entertainment monopolies #bring on usa vs paramount act 2 #union strong #sagafta

[natjennie]

something about "your anger isn't scary to me" is making me so emotional. something about as above so below, cassandra as a mirror of kristen. something about "I've been dropping the ball a lot lately" and kristen's struggles with adhd. something about teenage girls and rage and fury and justice. something about adaine's vision of ruining fallinel and the sylvaire looking for revenge. something about sadness and doubt and anger and love. something about "I choose to understand" being the absolute core theme of d20 in general. something something.

#something about kristen's adhd making her fuck things up and being mad at herself and that manifesting #as her deity being overcome with rage #something about fear and anger and shame and the inability to do better even when you're trying so hard #and something about people loving you anyway #something about 'your anger isnt scary to me' #as someone who had undiagnosed pcos in early high school and got so fucking MAD #something about adhd and how you're always failing and you have no one to blame but yourself #and how heart breaking it is to watch your life fall apart around you KNOWING you could do something #but being unable to do it right. always forgetting always slipping up #and how mad that makes you. at yourself. #this fight is so much #fhjy #d20 #dimension 20 #fantasy high

[iwoulddieforienzo]

Personally I think percabeth is at its best when Grover is in it. I don’t necessarily mean in a polycule way I just think it’s great when he’s around

#just you and me and me and you just us and our friend Grover :) #he IS a third wheel. however he’s a very appreciated 3rd wheel who is never left out of anything except make out sessions. #he comes on 90% of their dates and would probably come on all of them but he’s Busy :( #and also he exasperatedly tells them that a date should probably include only the people dating. he’s tired of watching them make out okay. #like he’s genuinely happy for them but for the love of PAN. he is RIGHT HERE. #they both smack his ass as they do each others and like to pretend to break up with each other to date him. they flirt with him sometimes. #there are no romantic feelings involved on either side. annabeth and Percy just think they’re hilarious #when they get married they’ll probably end up marrying him too tbh. even just spiritually. he probably lives with them #percabeth #pjo #grover underwood #annabeth chase #Percy Jackson

[clouvu]

Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love, mine, all mine

#genshin impact #arlecchino #peruere #clervie #ouhhhhhhhh im never gonna be able to emotionally recover from watching that animated short #ever since it came out a couple days ago just thinking of these two makes me feel like my heart is physically being ripped in half #i cant stop thinking about how Clervie was the only person in Arlecchino's life that she truly loved #like dont get me wrong Arlecchino loves her children in her own detached-fucked up way as much as any person with her amount of trauma can #but Clervie meant so much to her that even just her presence alone kept Arle's curse at bay #and it seems that no one other than Clervie herself has ever been able to break this unemotional/detached wall that Arle has put up #and maybe no one else ever will #DONT GET ME WRONG I still fw arle x other female harbingers like that shit is still peak #but oh my god the idea that arle never moved on after clervie's death and will never love anyone the way she loved her makes me want to SOB

[thebrainrotsreal]

Random musings about an episode where Spectra disguised herself as a student, rather than a counselor to sow misery within the high school! Spreading gossip, being outright malicious, shattering friendships, and all that jazz! Plus, using that fact she looks like a teen against Danny, since unless cornering her, he couldn't fight her without looking like he's attacking a random student.

#she probably also tries to ruin both his reputations as ghost AND as a student #and fits in with the A-listers easily while breaking up their friendships by spreading rumors and gossip #a fun idea! haha i love drawing her so much #something about all the girl designs in this show make me wanna draw them SO bad #the brainrotsreal's art tag ✧˖°:*♡ #digital art #danny phantom #danny phantom fanart #phanart #penelope spectra #dp spectra #dp fanart #i love being PEAK at mental/emotional combat and vlad being peak in physical combat as danny's enemies

[wispscribbles]

Ghost who's gone prematurely grey due to his lovely past (and Soap who doesn't mind)

#and other weird thoughts at 3 am ! :) #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #soap x ghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #my art #cod fanart #taking a break from writing ghoap by drawing ghoap #theyre in my brain and wont Leave #wisp when drawing ghostsoap standing stagnant next to each other from the waist up yet again: is this art? #also would like to repeat its 3 am im sorry if this doesnt mke sense #googled about greying prematurely but gave up when it required reading words #so we just pretend this makes sense