#messy breakup

[zoeastrid]

why are they so boyfriends???

[roze-latte-zz]

The Chosen One For Me !! <33

⚞ Harry Potter x Reader ⚟

≫ After a messy breakup with Draco, the reader seeks comfort with her friends at breakfast. When Hermione teasingly asks who she’s waiting for, she accidentally calls out “the Chosen One,” sparking a long, tense, and wordless stare with Harry, full of unspoken emotions and confusion.

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The corridors of Hogwarts had never felt so suffocating. Every stone wall, every echo of distant footsteps, seemed to mock the emptiness inside you. The memory of the argument with Draco still gnawed at your chest, twisting itself into a knot that refused to untangle. You remembered his pale face, sharp with anger, his grey eyes flashing with that familiar mixture of pride and bitterness, and how, no matter what you said, it always ended with a slam—his hand on the door, the sound echoing in your ears long after he left.

It wasn’t just the fight. It was the slow unraveling that had led up to it: whispered accusations in the library, tense silences at meals, the way he had stopped showing up for things you’d planned together as if your happiness didn’t matter. And now…now there was nothing but emptiness where there had once been warmth, a cold space that even the sunniest corners of Hogwarts couldn’t seem to reach.

You tried keeping busy—classes, homework, study sessions with Hermione—but every time you found a quiet moment, your mind wandered back to him. His smirk when he thought he had outsmarted you. The brush of his hand against yours in the hallway, fleeting yet potent. And worst of all, the words he had left you with, heavy and sharp: “Maybe you’re not worth it after all.”

It was absurd, the way your chest felt like it had been hollowed out and then stuffed with lead. You were angry, hurt, confused, and, despite everything, a little sad. You had loved him once, or at least, what you thought was love. And now…you weren’t even sure what that had been.

Hermione, of course, noticed. She always noticed.

“Breakfast with us,” she had insisted this morning, her tone firm but warm, leaving you no real choice. “Trust me. Nothing heals a broken heart faster than toast and scrambled eggs. And Ron and I can provide excellent moral support.”

So here you were, sliding into the familiar spot across her and Ron, beside Harry, trying to look like your usual self, trying to let the rich, buttery aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon soothe some part of your shattered spirit. You took a bite of toast, letting the warmth seep into your fingers, hoping that somehow it would also seep into your heart.

Hermione watched you carefully, her brown eyes soft with concern. “You’ve been quiet,” she said gently, “since…well, since him.” She didn’t need to say Draco’s name. It hung in the air, heavy and unavoidable.

You forced a small, brittle smile. “Yeah…just thinking.”

Ron gave you a sideways glance, his red hair catching the morning light. “Thinking about him, huh?” His voice was teasing, but his concern seeped through.

You sighed, taking another bite of toast, savoring the butter melting and the subtle crunch, trying to anchor yourself in the sensory comfort of the hall. “I guess,” you admitted, almost to yourself. “It’s…messy. I didn’t think it’d end like this.”

Hermione reached across and patted your hand lightly. “It’s okay. You’ll get through it. You always do.” Her words were comforting, but they were also a reminder that your heart was still raw, still fragile, and still…open, despite yourself.

The conversation drifted for a few moments, casual and safe, until Hermione, ever the curious one, tilted her head and fixed you with a playful, sharp gaze. “So…tell me,” she said, leaning forward, her fingers wrapped around her mug. “Who are you waiting for?”

You froze, your fork halfway to your mouth, suddenly hyper-aware of every scent and sound around you: the sweet tang of pumpkin juice, the warm yeastiness of bread, the crispy aroma of frying bacon, and…Harry. Across the table, sitting quietly with his tea, his green eyes seemed to have a brightness today, catching the light in a way that made your chest lurch.

You wanted to deflect, to brush it off, but the words slipped out before you could stop them:

“The Chosen One.”

The moment you said it, the hall seemed to fall away. Your words hung in the air like a spell, heavy and impossible to ignore.

Harry’s head lifted slowly, his green eyes locking on yours, wide and piercing, searching. He didn’t move, didn’t blink at first, as if trying to comprehend what he had just heard. The world around you—the clattering of plates, the murmur of voices, the aroma of breakfast—seemed to dissolve, leaving just the two of you suspended in a quiet, electric moment.

Your heart raced. You hadn’t meant him. Not Harry. Not in that way. But his eyes…his eyes were all you could see. There was an intensity in his gaze that made your stomach tighten, your pulse spike, and a thousand thoughts tangle into panic in your mind.

“Huh?” you stammered, almost whispering, panic rising. “What?”

Ron and Hermione were watching, though you barely noticed them now. Hermione’s eyes were bright with barely contained excitement, and Ron’s mouth was a thin line, his eyebrows lifted in anticipation. But Harry’s gaze—steady, patient, impossibly intense—held you captive.

Seconds stretched. And then more seconds. You felt the warmth of the sun streaming in through the enchanted ceiling, the faint smell of cinnamon from pastries, the sizzle of bacon—but all of it faded into the background against the weight of his stare.

You opened your mouth to clarify, to explain, to say no, I didn’t mean you, but the words wouldn’t come out. You could feel him waiting for you, and every second his eyes remained on yours made your chest tighten and your mind spin.

His green eyes softened slightly, just a fraction, a subtle shift that made your stomach twist. There was understanding there—or was it amusement? Curiosity? Something warm, something that made your throat tighten and your hands clammy.

You fumbled with your fork, gripping it like a lifeline, trying to focus on the buttery scrambled eggs on your plate, the steam rising in gentle curls, the faint scent of salt and butter. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t focus. All you could do was stare back, your mouth slightly open, heart hammering like a drum.

“Uh…” you whispered finally, voice trembling. “I…didn’t mean you. Not…not the Chosen One.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed slightly, but not in irritation. He was still fixed on you, tilting his head, green eyes soft, patient, waiting for more.

Your face flamed, your hands twisting together in nervous energy. “I mean…the one…for me. The…right one. Not…the prophecy kind of chosen one. I…mean…someone else. Totally someone else!”

For a moment, he just held your gaze. And in that moment—long, suffocating, electric—you realized just how much the world could shrink to just two people sitting across from each other, eyes locked, hearts racing, unspoken words hovering like invisible threads between you.

And you also realized…you weren’t ready to look away.

[lillian-nator001]

https://www.tumblr.com/lillian-nator001/822895883341479936/i-wonder-if-sid-had-to-repeat-to-himself-and

You’re going to make me cry at work. Stop it.

its important for his character!

he did break up a marriage even if it really had nothing to do with him and everything to do with geno, it makes him uneasy and honestly nauseous if he thinks about it too long

but how could it ever be a bad thing when niki gets 3 people to love him instead of 2. when niki begs for sid to join in on his and his dads' sleepovers. when eventually one day sid goes to pick up niki from annas, car seat in his very sensible car. When Niki takes his hand without question, asks if they can listen to Sid's music in the car, and hands over his backpack because he knows Sid will carry it. When Anna looks up and knows. But really she's known for a long time.

"You're not his dad." She says, because she's still hurting by the whole thing and it feels nice to make Sid hurt too. But also because, why isn't Geno here? Why isn't the guy who she made a custody agreement with here to pick up his son, and instead the boyfriend. Or partner, whatever they're calling it these days.

"No." he says, with a smile, but she sees the flash of hurt in his eyes. "I asked if I could pick him up."

"Oh yeah? He's not too busy?"

"I think he's getting started on dinner, but truth be told, I would do a much better job."

She smiles, it doesn't reach her eyes. Neither does his.

Eventually she'll say something like that and Niki will correct her. But Anna doesn't take it to heart. She's angry at her ex husband, not Sid. Not good, kind, better Sid.

It still makes Sid sick to his stomach if he looks at her too hard.

[1ittle-moon]

I could not sleep last night, so I decided to use new Tumblr-account and started scrolling the TumblrxAO3 tab. Then I made this. Enjoy

[flanniestuff]

Chromedome: Primus I don't like a single thing about you

Prowl: Tell me more

Chromedome: This isn't sexting

Prowl: I know, this is better

[zaachknight]

okok so lots of shit has gone down in the past year and i'm surprised i'm still alive but heyyyyy

so everything with my partner started when their mum like has this weird thing with bedtimes like she gets us to sleep at 10. which is crazy but I digress, I mean basically she told me multiple times to go to sleep and I'm like sure after I pack my case because I have to go home tomorrow and so she texted me and it basically said go sleep and I reacted to that with an 🫡 .

so keep that in mind, and basically she just apparently seemed to take offence that and I didn't know this until Tuesday, which is crazy. And Eden, my partner well now ex partner told me this and it was really weird and I started panicking a lot because I have BPD and like abandonment is my worst fear so I'm scared that they're going to abandon me and I am texting them like hey I'm so scared

And they comfort me for the Tuesday night and then when I wake up on Wednesday they are being really weird with me and they're being dry and I'm like I'm so sorry. Did I do something wrong and they keep going no and I'm like okay OK whatever maybe I'm being irrational which would not be like weird for me

And basically out of nowhere, they send me a long ass paragraph then immediately block me afterwards. so I'm screaming, I'm crying. I don't know what the fuck I've done because I don't actually think it was that disrespectful so you get what I'm saying.

And just like a day later, I text their ex and say hey you were right I was wrong because Eden cheated on her with me. Which is crazy, but whatever. And she goes, oh I'm sorry they don't want me to talk to you and I'm like what the fuck. Because I asked Eden to block her multiple times and apparently they didn't.

And it's not until yesterday that I figure out that she is 16 currently and Eden is 18 and they cheated on me with her five months ago which it's not a large age gap but it's still really fucked up and weird

And I'm honestly just really disappointed in them because I thought they were so good. Like they were a really good person, but apparently they're not. And today I found out that the age thing where they date people younger than them keeps happening. They've been talking to 14-year-olds which is disgusting. I can't believe I dated someone like that. None of it makes any sense to me.

I'm typing all of this like through the voice to text so I don't know how accurate this shit is gonna be because I have a Scottish accent but still.

My life is really fucked up safe to say. Literally in the past year I have lost two friends to suicide, had my first ever pet die, have seen my favourite band in all of existence, been engaged, and then broken up with and blocked, oh shit and I've been in rehab for like drugs and alcohol. I really thought my life was gonna get better and I guess it might, but right now it's really hard to see that



[thatredfrombrasil]

Things I noticed after knowing Tenna's backstory:

Now this, ladies and gentlemen, is called foreshadowing and my God, Toby Fox is a foreshadow master.

"Luiz, so what, everyone already knew about this–"

Well, I DIDN'T SO YOU [PIECE OF EXCREMENT]

Also...

Noelle, c'mon, get it together.

[fishfingersandqueerbitch]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67477926

I WROTE MY FIRST FIC!!!

Anybody order a fucking uhhhhh angsty dirkjake one-shot?