#midnight confession

[itsalliny0urhead]

Only When It’s You – Part II (Draco Malfoy x reader)

No one sees Draco Malfoy fall apart — no one but you. When he knocks on your door past midnight, you already know. The pressure, the fear, the guilt he's never been allowed to feel — he brings it to you, trembling and silent. And in your arms, he finally breaks. Not because he’s weak, but because he finally feels safe enough to stop pretending.

Draco Malfoy x reader

You heard him before he knocked.

It was the way the castle shifted — the whisper of footsteps in the corridor, the pause outside your door, the way the air felt heavy all of a sudden. Your heart beat faster, like it knew.

And then: one soft knock.

You were already at the door.

Draco stood just outside, his shoulders hunched, fists jammed deep into his robes. His hair was a mess — not windswept or charmingly tousled, just messy, like he’d been pacing for hours, running his hands through it without realizing.

He didn’t look at you.

“I shouldn’t be here,” he said.

“You are.”

That was all it took. His chest rose with a shaky breath, and he stepped inside, brushing past you like it hurt to be seen.

He stood in the middle of your room like a boy lost in the wrong memory.

You watched him carefully. He didn’t sit. Didn’t speak. Just pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose like it might hold back the weight behind his eyes.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

You waited. Let him come to you in his own time.

“I kept hearing it,” he said. “The screaming. The silence after.”

Your chest ached.

“They made me watch.” His voice cracked. “They told me not to move. That it was better that way.”

“Draco—”

“I stood there like I was made of stone,” he said, sharper now. “Like I wasn’t shaking. Like I didn’t want to scream and tear it all down just to make it stop.”

He turned to you. Finally.

And his eyes— gods, his eyes.

There was so much there: guilt, fear, fury — but beneath it, grief. That aching, helpless kind that never really leaves.

“I hate this,” he whispered. “I hate that they think I’m like them. That I’m meant to be like them.”

You crossed the room slowly, carefully — like approaching something fragile. Your arms went around him before he could pull away. Before he could tell you he was fine.

Because he wasn’t.

And you knew.

Draco didn’t move at first. Didn’t breathe. Then slowly, slowly, his arms wrapped around your back, squeezing you like you were the only thing keeping him from coming undone.

“I don’t know how to fix it,” he said. “I don’t know how to be who you think I am.”

“You don’t have to be,” you whispered. “You’re enough. Even when you’re breaking.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you. His eyes were glassy now, rimmed in red.

“You see something in me I can’t.”

“I see you,” you said. “Even when you’re hiding from yourself.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, voice raw.

“I can’t breathe without you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Draco kissed you like he was scared to fall apart mid-way through. His lips were trembling, soft, more desperate than demanding. His hands curled into your jumper, like he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go.

When he kissed you again, slower this time, something cracked in his chest — a sound like a breath breaking in half.

You guided him gently down onto your bed, not because he asked — but because he didn’t have to. You held him as he lay beside you, curled toward your warmth, arms tangled with yours, face buried in the hollow of your throat like he could hide there forever.

You felt it when the tears came.

Silent, slow. He didn’t make a sound. But you held him tighter anyway. Ran your fingers through his hair. Whispered his name into the dark like a vow.

And when he finally slept — breath evening, grip on your waist loosening just slightly — you stayed awake a little longer. Just to be sure.

Because he only let himself fall apart when no one was watching.

And tonight, he let it be you.

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[intoxicatedeuphoria]

...so I'm hosting/MC-ing (or is it spelled as emcee?) a pretty important event tomorrow and I'm not even nervous about the fact that I'd have to do it alone and without a script. What I dread are the small talks that I'd have to go through for at least an hour afterwards for the networking session. It has always been a struggle for me. While I've mastered the art of public speaking and pretty much got over stage fright for the sake of my academics/future career (?!), my introverted self cannot stand one-on-one conversations with strangers, no matter how important they may seem to be (i.e. politicians, professors, etc.). Just imagine my horror if and when I get stuck in an elevator with a random person... yeah, it won't be a pretty scene. Don't get me wrong, I have several circles of friends and I could converse with them for hours, but new people terrify me so to the point that my closest friends make fun of me sometimes because they think it's so weird. Some people just don't understand that you can learn how be an extrovert to a certain extent (or in particular situations) while staying an introvert. Hell, half the time when I seem like an extrovert, I'm just faking it (to make it!!) and afterwards, I simply want to left alone because I feel sooo exhausted.

[rebel-heart-gypsysoul]

Midnight Confession

[thynisia]

Maybe it's my Capricorn Moon, but it seems no one, absolutely no one (not my fam, not even my best friends) will know I'm depressed af or feeling like shit if I decide to not show it. Which is usually that. No one will know until I say it. It makes me feel sad but it also comes in handy (I wasn't born like that).

So, uh, yeah. Don't ask if you don't actually care. But definitely ask how we are if you really care about us, and it will just come out if we trust you, if we're comfy with you. As a Capricorn moon I feel it even more when a friend hears me out and validates me, giving me a safe space to speak out. It's like, I can trust them. Actions speak louder than words typa thing.

I almost didn't post this but I'm trying to open up so 💀

[vintageboybands]

The Grass Roots perform “Midnight Confessions” on television in 1972.

[otromanmas]

Midnight confession: I want to have sex with Fast Slow Disco in the background on repeat.

[romy350-romyakari]

Midnight confession:

I love to give hugs to my friends, sometime. family but friends more often. Really love to give hugs but more often give pats on the head instead since idk if they will allow me to hug. I think too much about I may bother them and so

That's it

Though idk what to do when they want yo hug me, though still end accepting those at slow way

[jwnchstr]

Maybe the reason why we keep on being annoyed or get angry easily at someone is because we never told them how much we love them or how much they mean to us -- and vice versa. Doesn't matter either that person is your lover, or friends, or your family members. We tell strangers we love them easily rather our own acquitances and that's sad, really. Because this eats us up every time.