Think It Took It Too Far, When I Sold You My Heart.- Draco Malfoy @riu-riu

‘Think it took it too far, when I sold you my heart.’- Draco Malfoy @riu-riu

“Wait, what?” Their question was so random from the conversation you were just having, it caught you off guard. “Draco. Do you like him?” Your friend had asked again, this time peering up from their plate for a few moments before looking back down and stabbing a piece of food before taking a bite.

You had paused, calculating their question and how to respond. It was true, you had. But nobody had known, love wasn’t a topic that had been commonly discussed. Well, not until the ball’s, the dances and the holidays had been coming up. Picking up your glass, taking a sip and setting it down, you had answered.

“I think he is a good person. Quite charming but has flaws.” You say, poking something on your plate with your fork, but never bringing it to your lips. “I have a few classes with him, and he’s really smart.” You trail off, never noticing the small smile that was plastered on your face. “Sometimes him and his friends will risk their futures in this school to make the class laugh! Or how he’ll score a goal in quidditch like nothing!” You had went on and on, talking only about his charming qualities, never his flaws.

Your friends had made eye contact with each other, smiling ear to ear. “Huh. You’ve got a crush on Malfoy.” Your brunette friend had spoken, seemingly in a mocking tone. She had giggled, though you had only seen it as a gesture of excitement. You were wrong.

That giggle wasn’t out of excitement, but out of power. Your little confession had been passed around Hogwarts like wild fire. Every house, year, teacher, anything you could’ve thought of had known. Even worse, Draco. He had went from never looking in your direction or acknowledging you to dirty glares across the class room or great hall.

His eyes would piece through you, as if you had placed a spell on him and had cursed his family for years. His friends would do the same. Glares, mocking, laughing, pointing, teasing.

A few weeks had passed and the joking and mocking had went down. Finally your life went back to normal, or you thought. The sound of glass clinking loudly and boys and girls cheering is what caught your attention. Draco, standing on a clear spot on the table, looking as if he was preparing a speech. You friends had laughed and looked at you, smiling. They might have known your crush on Draco, but not what was planned.

“Excuse me for a moment. As many of you have heard about the certain someone who had taken a liking to me, I’d like to say a few things.” He says, looking at you and your friend group. “Me and this girl are not dating and as a matter of fact, I would never date this girl. She is ugly, disgusting, stupid and frankly nothing any guy would look for in a woman.”

He finishes off with his last statement. “And if one ever catches me with a women like her, you have my full permission to slap everything and anything out of me.” He was done, stepping down as everyone had laughed and clapped, cheering on his name as they clapped and slammed on the tables like a ritual.

Frozen you were, still as a statue. Your friends had stared with blank expressions, their faces going one shade lighter after his speech. There was nothing you could feel. Embarrassment, sadness, anger, shame, guilt. Nothing, it was a open, white canvas.

Hi everyone, I just wanted to make a post saying I’m may not be posting for a while. I’m trying to find myself and figure out what I’m going to do with my life. I’m so glad I had you all to support me and my work. I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but I hope soon. Thank you all. <33

Xoxo, Kylie

i don’t know if you write for this but could i please have some headcanons of carl gallagher with a chubby goth gf?

Oh my gosh- of course!!!

• He will love just sitting there and watching you do your makeup. Like he adores it. He’d definitely tell you that you should do that trend that’s like, ‘what I look like when I sat down’ and vs ‘when I got up’.

• Is your hype man through and through. Wearing a dress? HYPING YOU UP!! Wearing baggy skater pants? Your hype man. Wearing a shirt that shows off your curves? He can fight <3.

• Loves resting his head on the plush of your thighs. Hell, he’ll even rest his head on your chest. Two favorite spots for him, and his favorite part about it all is that you can run your fingers through his hair.

• Would let you do his makeup, once and once only. Thought he looked badass, but ended up taking it off 30 minutes in.

• Favorite thing is seeing you black lipstick anywhere on him. Kiss his neck? He better see some damn lipstick left over.

• If you dye your hair on your own, you better know that he will help you with it. Helping rising out your hair, mixing some of the hair dye and applying it into your hair. He loves it.

• He loves pinching your cheeks, he finds it hilarious. You have on all of this dark makeup and seem so dead inside and here he is, just cooing at you and pitching your cheeks.

‘Hoppin’ off a jet ski’- Carl Gallagher Headcannons!!

• I will hold your hand while saying this, this boy has a mouth. He has said almost every insult in the book, any swear word that exists- he’ll even makeup new ones. His language is horrible and you’d have to smack him to his senses.

• He likes to be at your house any chance he can get. Home away from home basically. Its nicer there and isn’t as hectic. He can lay down in your bed and not have to hear someone down stairs yelling at someone not to get arrested or to stop breaking something.

• He has guilt that is unmatched. He hates the fact you can get him things, yet he can’t reciprocate. Of course he is thankful for all of it, but it stings him every time you get him something and he has nothing to offer. But promise, he’ll love on you the rest of the week. Hugs, kisses, holding hands, helping out with simple things, taking walks with you in some areas that are a little bit nicer from Southside Chicago.

• Would actually send letters while in juvie. Not all lovey dovey like he was in war, but not boring like sending an email to a professor of yours. It was just enough to keep you on the edge wanting him to send another, but have you practically begging him to add more info.

“Giving you all my love, all my love.”- Lorenzo Berkshire Headcannons!!

• He was someone else. Different from his friends, different from the stereotypes, different from his family. A warm hearted boy who caught your heart. Bringing a sweet or lolly to a friend just to see that small smile or a little head nod with a very soft ‘thank you, Lorenzo.’

• He tries in his classes, but never can do well. He tries and tries, the best he’ll get is a C. But he is doing his best, and with you around and his friends, he strives to work harder.

• He falls into his friends. The soft, loving boy you met had slowly washed away, turning into a boy who had forgotten about you, went out of his way to keep tally’s on girls he was with, skipping, failing, getting into drugs and alcohol, going to parties and all.

• He wanted to go back, he truly did. But this was his his life now. Some of his habits he stopped, drinking and going to parties. He had found you, wanting to talk and make up.

• He had believed in the myth of meeting someone again for the second time. This was his second time, and he can’t lose you even if it kills him.

• It had taken awhile for you to trust him and for things to go back to normal, but it all fell in place as time went on. You guys got back together, force Lorenzo to go to class, study and try again. He stooped, for you.

• Now that he had you back again, he cannot lose you again.

Professor!Tom Riddle would 100% fuck you on his desk for multiple reasons. You did well on a test of his? A reward for trying so hard! You’re doing poorly in his class, he’s making you count how many times he had edged you within the past hour. Had to deal with a disrespectful student or parent? He’ll bend you over his desk as he digs your hips into the wood.