mr wizard simply knows the big naturals may hinder the group simply by their fascination over them... but alas... he must do what he needs to do
It's a wonder how they get anything done,
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mr wizard simply knows the big naturals may hinder the group simply by their fascination over them... but alas... he must do what he needs to do
It's a wonder how they get anything done,
for the @drarrymicrofic prompt: expect. 135 words.
Draco knows this one will hurt him worst of all. Everyone he’s been with has left. He’s come to expect it.
But how could he stop himself from taking this opportunity? It may very well be the death of him, and he can’t bear to say no.
Because it’s finally him.
It’s finally Harry.
After the first time, Draco leaves. Tries to get ahead of the pain he knows will come.
After the second time, he lingers. Doesn’t dare to hope. Not yet.
After the fifth, he stays the night.
After a year, he goes right to Harry’s after work. Sees the fresh vase of flowers on the mantle and the Prophet already tabbed with articles Harry thinks Draco would like.
And the expectation dies.
Harry was meant to be the one that wouldn’t hurt.
despite liking dandadan i have not made anything for it… forgive me
Phineas and Ferb fans I know we all talk about Candessa but may I propose Candessa but specifically 2nd-Dimension flavored
I want this tattooed on my body
Expectations
I expect so much of me, Yet care so little for you, And laugh as you throw your life away, As long as you love me too. I am expected to thrive, In this washed-up community, And go on to be fucking perfect, That is my destiny. I love you for your quirks, Yet hate me for the same, And I can't help but wonder, 'Is life just a game?' You tell me all your secrets, And I pray God they're true, And force expectations on myself, As long as you love me too.