#⟢ 𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐃 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒.

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pairing(s): draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader

summary: someone who falls for a troubled boy with a history of hurting those close to him, but they believe they can change him.

words: 1783

warnings/tags: angst with some more angst, draco being distant, self-deprecating and sad, just sadness while r is the warmth to save him.

redemption and growth didn’t mean much forgiveness to everyone. if harry potter was able to move on and understand, why couldn’t others? it was all draco malfoy could focus on when returning to the reimagined hogwarts shortly after the battle resulted in the finality of voldemort.

his father was lost, sure he was relieved but more so mentally drained and his mother tended to him quietly, peacefully. leaving draco to board the hogwarts express alone and vulnerable of the stares and judgement he was sure would continue throughout the year.

and it did. glares in the halls, backs turned in the slytherin common room and draco couldn’t stand one more sympathetic set of eyes from pansy parkinson and brutal silence from blaise zabini.

apparently throwing harry potter his wand didn’t mean people forgot who he was before. it made sense, but draco didn’t feel like trying to make a new introduction of himself in his final year of school. the sooner his grades were achieved, the sooner he left school, got a job, and moved away from everything he hated in life.

it was easy pushing his friends away, they didn’t say much to him anyway, and draco was sure that was due to the loss of goyle during the battle. his thoughts had never been louder as they were, spent alone in the library, in his lonesome dorm or the moonlit corridors during prefect patrol.

the astronomy tower cleared his mind, the cool nightly air sweeping across his tired skin in early hours of the morning when he should be patrolling for any misbehaving students. his feet are found trudging up the steps almost every night.

only this time, it was occupied. draco was ready to threaten punishment, trudge to headmaster mcgonagall’s office the moment it was a reasonable hour until he realised it was the familiar hufflepuff he’s known since first year.

you’re looking out towards the dark highlands, once would bring an eery and scary atmosphere now comforting and sending you a sense of solace you desperately needed when patrolling the lower grounds became overwhelming and boring.

draco’s feet pause to take in your frame for one quick moment before he turns to leave briskly, but your voice cuts into the crisp air, “draco?” when he turns you’re now looking at him, slight confusion clouding your expression.

“i was just leaving.”

his voice is firm but quiet, unable to deal with another glared look but he’s only met with a shake of the head, “it’s okay. i should be getting back anyway, you should stay.” with hesitance, draco watches as you step back from the railing, and withdrawing from the shadows, draco’s shoes tap against the concrete.

“are you okay?” you ask as if it’s simple, as if you and draco were close and his eyebrows furrow darkly at the question. “no,” he responds truthfully, eyes tracing over your frame when you very slowly move from your spot and near where he stands.

“want to talk about it?” you then ask. draco was unsure what you needed from him; he never hated you but he never liked you either. you were just there. nothing less, nothing more. you were always briefly brought up in late night conversations from years before – crabbe, goyle, and him discussing whom they found attractive. and draco was always teased for bringing your name up yearly.

but that was it.

“no.” his response is more firm, and you nod afterwards, “okay.” he didn’t understand the way you were looking at him, it wasn’t painfully horrible like other students or pitiful sympathy like pansy. somewhere in the middle, draco believed.

you’re beside him, eyes watching each other in the dark of the night and draco expression panics when you lean up to press a small kiss to his cheek – sudden comfort at the feeling of your warm lips against his cold pale skin.

when you begin to pull away, draco turns, breath hitting yours and you freeze. you’re centimetres away from each other, eyes daring and dark and the only thing draco can hear apart from your heavy breaths are the owls in the distance.

it urges him to move, lips pressing to yours, at first ghostly and light but the moment you kiss back his hands are cupping your jaw to press his lips daringly deeper. calloused fingers trace your skin, sad lips moving against yours, moulding perfectly together until they weren’t anymore.

your hands are squeezing his robes, heavy pants mixing as you try to regain your composure. however, before you know can properly process it, your hands are forced to drop as draco steps away and he’s gone down the steps of the tower, out of sight.

from then on he was cold, distant. you tried to talk to him about what happened but he only made you feel like you were following him like an abandoned puppy; packing his things and desperately leaving the library when you enter or steps trudging away during patrol before you can properly see him and approach.

draco stops going to the astronomy tower altogether, in fear you were there, waiting. which you were. you could survive on your own, sure you yearned for more but you wanted an explanation more than anything. why initiate a kiss to then ignore you straight after as if you don’t exist?

however, while draco stayed away his thoughts were overcome of you. he had no friends to consult with, his mother and father were preoccupied and would scold him for having thoughts outside achieving perfect grades.

it was pure warmth in a cold, cold war. he could still picture the heat of your lips and willingness to lean into your attractive, soft nature – inviting and daring. draco hated himself so he couldn’t love another, not when no one else in his life cared anymore, so he stayed away.

therefore, draco was confused why his feet dragged him back up the tower one stormy night. his chest is tight and head picking up a headache from the heavy frown he wore. it only deepens the moment he arrives to the empty building, pattering of the rain hitting the edge of the bricks and thunder breaking through the sky in the distance.

his fingers trace the rain-soaked railing, thoughts trailing back to you desperately. still yearning, wanting. the ashen hair trapsing over his forehead tiredly as his green robe floats from a gust of wind.

“i think what you did was brave,” draco jumps at the sudden voice, familiar and immediately inviting him to turn around and catch your gaze. “what?” he asks, murmured and lost, fingers numbing from the cold air and metal railing.

you tut, keeping a distance from him, “standing up to voldemort, risking your life to give harry his wand back.” draco shakes his head, turning his head back to face the mountains across, “don’t.”

draco can hear your footsteps as you walk closer towards him, “don’t what?” you ask when he looks down at his reddening-fingers. he chuckles loosely, in what you can only depict as self-deprecating before draco instead responds, “no one else does.”

“i do.”

your voice is closer, but draco doesn’t dare turn around and face it. scared of running again, of pushing you away since you may never come back. he wouldn’t expect you to. “you can talk about it, you know?”

your fingers reluctantly grazes his arm, gentle as if he might disappear from too much contact. they move over the uniformed robe, daringly and testing his reaction. draco’s limb tenses under the feeling, head still hooded and facing forward.

“i can’t.”

his tone pains you, he sounds hurt and small compared to how you used to see him, mean and loud. you weren’t sure which one you preferred, neither very appealing but you were still drawn to him, fingers not wavering from their position.

“draco,” your tone is different, hand enclosing around his arm and daring to tug it knowingly. he inhales sharply and closes his eyes, draco shouldn’t indulge because he was only scared of treating you the way he treated his friends; dismissive and distant.

but the blond boy can’t help but turn, eyes finally meeting your guiding ones when he faces you. your fingers trail up his arm and your thumb grazes over his cheek as you lean up to peck his lips before his face is buried into your neck, arms wrapped around each other.

there’s a slight shake as draco cries into your uniform, your fingers soothing over his hair and back as he breaks down. draco knows he should be pushing you off, leaving you here alone to keep from breaking your heart because he hopes to merlin he never has to.

however, draco’s frame can’t seem to pull away from yours, arms encasing your lower back as draco pulls you impossibly closer, the warmth inviting in his cold, dark mind.

the storm outside seems to mirror the turbulence within him, rain pouring down relentlessly as thunder rumbled in the distance. but here, with you, the storm inside quieted, just a little. draco’s breaths were uneven, his chest rising and falling against yours, and yet he didn’t let go. he couldn’t.

“why?” his voice cracked, barely above a whisper, “why are you still here?”

you pulled back just enough to meet his watery grey eyes, your hands steady on his cheeks. “because you deserve someone who sees you, not just your mistakes.” your voice was gentle, but it carried an undeniable firmness, as though daring him to argue.

draco searched your face for deception, for pity, for anything he could use to push you away again. but there was nothing of the sort. only unwavering sincerity. it scared him more than he could admit.

“i don’t know how to—” draco started but faltered, his voice breaking under the weight of his words.

“you don’t have to know,” you interrupted softly. “you just have to try.”

for a long moment, neither of you moved. the sound of the rain and the distant thunder filled the silence, a natural rhythm grounding the both of you. then, as if testing the fragile hope in your words, draco’s hand slid hesitantly to yours, his fingers lacing with yours paired the faintest tremble.

you smiled, a small, sad thing that lit up the shadows in his heart. and in that moment, for the first time in years, draco malfoy allowed himself to believe that redemption wasn’t just a distant dream. it was here, in the warmth of your embrace, in the quiet assurance of your touch, and in the stormy night that began to feel just a little less cold.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.

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pairing(s): neil perry x female!reader

summary: a romance between two individuals from different worlds who must keep their love secret due to familial expectations.

words: 1171

warnings/tags: r is considered 'lower class' since neil is upper.

the last place you would be seen near was neil perry’s family home. his harsh father would banish you away and punish your boyfriend for ever interacting with someone as “low” as you could be considered.

using your time after high school, which was very much a public school, to paint away in your room. the dream of becoming an art phenomenon in the greater future which neil only fuelled you to pursue.

neil was upper class, in a private school of all boys, your families different from one another in every way. each weekend neil’s parents throwing adult parties filled with fancy champagne and “hors d oeuvres” while you sat on your couch catching up on homework and your latest book.

neither of you told anyone in your spaces, not neil’s friends, not yours, and especially not his parents. on days he told his dad he was doing extracurricular school activities, he would be over at yours, writing playscripts and cuddled in your company.

so when neil left his prized possession at your house, you had to sought out to him as your next planned time wasn’t for another week. and neil would worry about leaving such a thing.

you awkwardly stood outside his school gates, glancing around feeling out of place of the rich bricked building encased with golden statues and gates. you tried to look nonchalant, but with this large an item held in your arms, you definitely stuck out.

in fact, it was the first thing neil’s friends noticed while the final bell indicated the end of day, the moment they stepped out in deep chatter, he heard knox’s exclaim of interest, “who is that?”

when his friend said this, neil didn’t expect his girlfriend to be standing far out the gates, amidst students leaving for the weekend. “hot, hot, hot,” charlie mused and they all seem to take notice of your frame.

neil glances around slightly nervous, chuckling along to his friends as they leave the gates. while saying their goodbyes, most leaving in separate groups depending on their journey, todd turns to his friend, “you coming?”

“i’ll catch up with you,” neil says, watching you with a small smile from across the main road. “you gonna try talking to her?” he asks, and neil smirks with a small chuckle again following, “maybe.”

he looks either way before crossing, your state giddy as your boyfriend walks towards you. “well, why are you here?” neil asks amused, glancing down at his typewriter encased by your arms. his typewriter. which now he realised he left at your place, you saving his weekend plans cooped up in his room telling his dad he’s doing homework when he’s writing away in his nook.

“you left your typewriter, and i knew you wouldn’t be able to get it back till next week. we can’t have that, can we?” you reply, neil glancing around to ensure his friends are out of sight before bending down to kiss your cheek sweetly. leaving a warm feeling upon the skin.

“here,” neil replies, lifting the machine from your arms and into his own before kissing your other cheek several times, erupting you into giggles as you push his arm jokingly. “you definitely can’t come back to mine?” you say with a slight pout, his hair flopping in front of his eyes in a boyish charm and you swoon.

he shakes his head sympathetically, “sorry, my love. my father got a big promotion, he’s got his boss and his wife over for dinner tonight, wants me there. i’ll see you wednesday though…”

it didn’t seem enough, you both felt it and you tug on the part of his tie visible above the typewriter to pull him down and press a chaste kiss upon neil’s lips and he smiles into it. “would much rather sit and watch you paint,” he swoons and you nod.

it’s just a shame you are both from completely different worlds.

he can tell you’re thinking about something, your eyes looked at his but were glazed in worry and he tilts his head inquisitively, breaking you from your reverie as you ask, “do you ever think we’ll be able to stop being so secretive?”

neil smiles softly, wanting nothing more. he dreams of a day where he moves away from his parents, under his own roof so his dad can’t give him a scolding when he finds out about neil’s girlfriend.

it wasn’t that he was ashamed of you, he was far from it. it was just so complicated, with his dad so very involved in every aspect of neil’s life, desperate for his son to go far and wide in the career world.

“of course, once i finish school this year i can apply to college and move out.”

he made it sound so simple, his eyes kind as they scan the features across your face, his smile growing which makes yours raise in response as well. and despite there being a big typewriter blocking your way, you can’t help but lean in and wrap your arms around him in a hug.

“these little moments matter just as much to me as anything else, though.” you murmur as his mouth leaves small kisses to your head since his hands hold the heavy object, “me too, my love. i plan on marrying you and living happy ever after. no one, not even my dad, is gonna stop me from doing that.”

you feel your heart ready to burst, the seriousness of his words enough to ease your worries, “who said we’re going to get married?” you muse with a teasing smile. neil is unable to tear his eyes from your face, despite having aching arms and being late home.

“oh, i said, did i not tell you?” neil laughs and you join in, your own bubble between you both as neil feels wary of being so close to you outside his school. “good luck with that,” you continue, tugging his tie again before standing back.

he smiles warmly at you, eyes gleaming, “i’ll need all the luck i can get when i’m dating someone as out of my league as you.” you shake your head teasingly at him, he couldn’t be serious. he was the one with a rich high-class background with the picture-perfect family – despite how it really depicts behind closed doors, it was very much the other way round.

“i’m serious! the forbidden love will seize soon as i plan to get down on one knee in years to come before you find out how out of my league you really are.” you raise your leg off the ground to nudge neil’s foot with your own, “you’re really something, neil.”

he smiles at you, moving towards the path he will take home, “i’ll see you on wednesday, okay?” and you’re nodding, “of course, bring the works you write this weekend with you.”

“always, my beautiful.” and despite the cold fall air, the entire walk home your cheeks feel positively on fire.

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

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pairing(s): jess mariano x reader

summary: two lovers are separated by distance, relying on brief, romantic reunions to keep their relationship alive.

words: 1204

warnings/tags: angst, dean forester hate.

you remember how fast your heart stopped when lorelai gilmore told you jess had been sent back to new york. luke beelining for the storage room at the back of the closed diner when you entered to meet with your boyfriend, leaving a sympathetic female figure to deliver the news instead.

no goodbye that night. tear-strucken duvet cover being thrown aside when your lonely home’s phone goes the following morning, his disgruntled voice on the other line begging for forgiveness. it wasn’t the nicest phone call you shared, most likely the worst, ‘why were you not going to school?’ ‘why didn’t you tell me?’ ‘how could you let this happen?’

you were both too scared to bring up the two words – break up. jess promised to see you again and you felt like a bad partner for doubting him, but you only believed he brought it on himself.

late night phone calls and handwritten letters were the only source you had, the only way your relationship with jess mariano didn’t dissipate into an angsty nothingness. to everyone else, it seemed you had moved on, focusing on graduating and finding what to do afterwards. no one aware that when you arrived home you would sit with dinner and listen to his voice for hours.

dean forester walked you home after a long shift at doose’s market, you were no fan of dean – in fact if there were an ‘i hate dean forester’ club where luke would run it, you would be an avid member. but you made small talk as he stayed only a street away from you. you kept up with his pace as you knew jess would be waiting by the phone at this time.

“lindsay’s wanting a big bookshelf in our bedroom so after shift tomorrow i think i’m gonna be spending my time-” you interrupt dean’s words, restless on your spot metres away from your front door, “yeah, sorry dean, listen- i’m really tired, i’m gonna head inside. thanks again.”

your tone was quiet and short, dean catching on with a swift nod and ‘bye’ before trapsing down the street where his wife awaited him in their small apartment. you let out a sigh, held in for most of the day and fiddle with your keys as you find the right bronze, tarnished fit.

you throw your bag and work apron on the floor, kicking your shoes off in one fluid motion as you walk towards your kitchen to make a pack of instant noodles in preparation of cooping up by the couch.

however, your pace slows down into a freeze as your head turns from the tv you were sure you turned off before you left and to the boy who sits on your couch. he still has his jacket on, trainers on the rug as he sheepishly looks towards you.

your arms, which were above your head as your fingers worked the clasps out your tight hair fell to your sides in disbelief. jess stood while you were silent, walking towards you with a welcoming smile.

“i used the spare you gave me, that okay?” jess asks, flashing the rusty key from his pocket before returning it, now standing in front of you. “how- why are you here?” you ask instead, looking up at his eyes which don’t leave yours, scanning the specks of colour that slightly disappear as your pupil’s widen.

“had to see you,” jess replies before both of his hands find purchase of the back of your neck, giving you a long well-awaited kiss. your achy bones lose tension from the simple touch, missing the inhale of your boyfriend’s scent as your fingers grip his jacket, grounding yourself.

jess’ thumbs are bumping your earlobes as his kiss grows more feverish, desperate to have you as close as possible which you don’t mind complying to. “my mom’s staying with her boyfriend tonight, so i had to come back to see you,” his murmurs are pressed against your lips.

“you don’t live close, jess,” you reply, hands sliding under his jacket to be able to feel warmer, his lips trailing off to your cheek and down your jaw as he hums, “drove three hours.”

your heart swells indefinitely, “that’s why you weren’t texting me back,” you giggle while melting further into his kisses against your skin, tears welling up in your eyes from the emotion of it all. it felt like a secret between you both, having him here in the dim light of your living room, the whole town unaware of his temporary return.

jess moves back to look at your face, wide-eyed and content while his thumbs stroke down your cheekbones in a gentle sweep, and the tears fall where his touch acts as wind wipers do on a car window. he pecks your lips during the conversation, making up for lost time.

“can you stay the night?” your question sounds more desperate than intended, the thought of finally not having an empty bed to lie in sounds too good to be true. “wish i could stay forever, baby. i’d have to leave at four in the morning, mom’ll be coming home early to get ready for work,” but your nose nuzzles his, foreheads brushing as you beg him to stay.

with the promise of waking you up at the time he’s leaving you both enjoy your night together, sharing dinner and kissing amid the television programme forgotten in the background. you had missed him, and if it meant you got this night of peaceful return in exchange of the town not knowing, you were willing to be as quiet as a mouse.

only an hour of sleep went by, spending your night in the gentle touch of your boyfriend, shared kisses and helpless conversations keeping you up. before you knew it, jess was awaking you, a gentle kiss to your forehead, soft touches to your skin alongside as it settles upon you.

you’re in your pyjamas while jess is fully dressed, his old clothes you had kept messily on the floor as you walk with him towards the front door. “i’ll try to come by as much as possible, i know i can come every two weeks because that’s when tj has time off to spend it with mom.”

hands are soothing over his t-shirt, your fingers prodding the material fondly, not wanting him to leave, “that’s a lot of effort, jess. are you sure?”. him driving down three hours each time, maybe applying for a college in new york would be worth your time as well as your relationship.

“if it means i get to see you, i don’t really care,” your heart swoons from the dedication, kisses planted to his cheek as you both bid farewell. the cold crisp air hits your face when you open the front door, continued kisses until he can drag himself to his car, “i’ll see you in a fortnight, baby.”

you stand by the door, watching until the car is out of sight, not caring about your tired eyes or the darkened streets, only willing to wait until you see him every two weeks. a temporary solution until you can find a better way, you were uncaring.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. — the collection!

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— 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ౨ৎ long-distance lovers with jess mariano - two lovers are separated by distance, relying on brief, romantic reunions to keep their relationship alive.

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ౨ৎ forbidden love with neil perry - a romance between two individuals from different worlds who must keep their love secret due to familial expectations.

— 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒 ౨ৎ bad boy redemption with draco malfoy - someone who falls for a troubled boy with a history of hurting those close to him, but they believe they can change him.

— 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐃 ౨ৎ enemies to lovers with jj maybank - two people who start off on bad terms but find themselves irresistibly drawn to each other, eventually overcoming their initial animosity.

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— 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ౨ৎ second chances with eddie munson - a romance between someone who has just been released from prison and a person who believes in giving them a new start.

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— 𝐖𝐇𝐎’𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄? ౨ৎ unexpected love with george weasley - a shy, unassuming person finds love with someone who initially underestimates them, leading to a surprising and deep connection.

— 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐇𝐈𝐌 (𝐍𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍) ౨ৎ fixer-upper romance with steve harrington - a story of someone who falls for a person with many flaws, believing they can help them become a better version of themselves.

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— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 ౨ৎ underdog love with loki laufeyson - a romance involving an underappreciated or underestimated character who proves their worth through acts of love and bravery.

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— 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐖 ౨ৎ star-crossed lovers with luke skywalker - a tale of two people whose love is doomed by external circumstances, yet their passion remains eternal.

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