just a drabble! chat bot for this: he âhatesâ you (able to access on c.ai!)
i also had a really good eleven imagine but tumblr puts a warning on it when i try to postđ. thereâs nothing inappropriate abt it at all but ok.
mike wheeler didnât want y/n in the party. but dustin and lucas really wanted her in there little group. they said it was because y/n seemed cool and she also liked dnd. mike wasnât having it though and he didnât know why. he hated her. he hated her stupid hair, and her annoying laugh, soft hands.., and her pretty face..
woah there
mike tried making it VERY clear to dustin and lucas that he didnât like y/n but to dustin and lucas, it seemed a lot like he had a crush on her. i mean..he did start rambling about how pretty she was.
sometimes during science class with mr.clarke, mike would catch himself looking at y/n. she would always catch him looking though (he very obvious), and sheâd flash him a small smile to which mike would roll his eyes, trying to seem annoyed but deep down, he really liked it. he really adored her smile. not that heâd ever admit it.
summary: michael wheeler is in denial about his love for non other then steve âthe hairâ harringtons litte sister.đ
it was no secret that michael wheeler had a some sort of crush on y/n harrington.
anyone could tell just by the way he looked at her.
the hearts in his eyes, the tint of red that appeared on his cheeks whenever someone mentioned her.
heâd deny it every time though.
why would he ever like her?
her brother was a douche, she was a douch- yea no. mike knew y/n was nothing like her douchebag of a brother. he just didnât want to admit it.
mike was in denial.
he did not like y/n harrington, and he never will.
thatâs what he said every time one of the parties members brought up his un denying love for y/n.
he loved her- oops. i mean he hated her! he hated her pretty face, her gorgeous smile, her adorable laugh- see? he really hated her. the snowball was only in a few days and mike had no date.
the boy sat in science class, watching from the corner of his eye as y/n got asked out by some boy to go to the snowball, flowers in his hands, grinning from ear to ear.
but his smile slowly faded as y/n politely rejected them, an apologetic smile on her pretty face.
mike couldnât help the small smirk that crept onto his lips as he saw the rejection. he couldnât help but feel a little badâŚjk no he didnât. anyway, dustin turned around in his chair, facing mike.
âjesusâŚthat could be you, mikeâ dustin said, sucking in his breath.
mike tensed a little at the thought. ânot like iâm gonna ask her to the dance anyway..i donât even like her!â mike replied, his voice unconvincing.
âyouâre in denial. even a blind person can see that you like her!â dustin said, shaking his head.
âjust ask her out! thereâs a good chance she might say yes!â lucas chimes in, making mike scoff.
âdo you see all those guys sheâs turning down?! sheâll most definitely say no to me.â mike says, frowning a little.
ââŚnot that i care.â mike quietly adds.
as science class ended, mike walked out of class, textbook by his side.
âjust ask her out!â lucas says with a groan as mike vigorously shakes his head. before mike knew it, he was being dragged to some locker by the two boys, will behind the 3, laughing. it wasnât just âsomeâ locker though, it was y/nâs.
âwould you guys let me go?! goddammit guys! this really isnât funny-â mikes complains were cut off by a soft âhm?â that sounded all to familiar to him.
there, y/n harrington stood, a confused look on her as she looks at mike.
âshit.â was all mike could mutter, his head looking in every direction for his friends help. but his friends were nowhere to be seen, leaving mike alone with the harrington girl who stood in front of him.
mike thought of just running away just so he didnât have to talk to her. but that wouldnât be much use. there was silence between the two for a moment until mike finally mustered up the courage to speak up âhi.â was all mike could say. âgreat going,mike.â he thought as he mentally face palmed himself.
y/n smiled softly at the pure embarrassment on his face. she thought it was kinda cute.
âhi mikeâ she greeted back all sweetly, making mike melt.
mike stood there, shifting from foot to foot, trying to think of how exactly he was going to ask her out.
âso..um..wellâŚâ mike stammers, looking everywhere but her. shit. mike was not good at this.
mike exhaled, trying to shake off his nerves.
âwouldyouliketogotothedancewithme?â mike quickly asks, his heart pounding. y/nâs face quickly turned confused.
âiâm sorry, what?â *she softly asked with a giggle
shit. did he really have to say this again.? mikeâs cheeks blushed red.
âi-would you..like to go to the snowball with me?â mike asks, finally looking at her, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
y/nâs face went from confused to surprised at his question, her own cheeks heating up.
âfor real?â y/n asks, her lips upturning into a smile. mike nodded nervously, expecting her to just laugh in his face.
âsure! iâd love to!â y/n says with a grin. mikes eyes went wide and his cheeks got even more red if that was possible.
ââŚyea?â
âyea!â
the bell rang and y/n planted a sweet little kiss to mikes freckled red cheek before walking away, smiling. mikes felt like he could just melt.
mike just stood there, looking at the spot where y/n previously stood, shocked and frozen.
mike was late to class by 5 minutes.
NOT PROOFREAD
bye this is so bad but itâs alr! i didnât really know how to end it butâŚfirst imagine in like..5 months!đŹ
ok so watched the new fear street a couple hours ago and is this a safe place to say that it kinda sucked? like it was good but it was too overhyped. i had high hopes for it too bc the other 3 movies were so good but this one was just..boring? it just felt like your average horror movie and it was way to predictable. i also feel like arianna greenblatt would be so good in horror but this film just didnât do her justice. ok bye im going to sleepđŁđ
omg i did not expect this to get so many likes but thank you!
ok but to continue on with my rant: i understand that this movie was based off of the books but that still doesnât change the fact that it was bad. like hello? even as a stand alone movie itâs bad. I was confused whole time too bc they were saying how the new fear street wasnât gonna connect to the old ones but literally at the start we hear lori talking about the shady side killers and all the killers like show up on the screen for like a couple seconds so that had me thinking it was at least going to connect butâŚ.bro idek anymore. they also talk about the camp nightwing massacre and in a scene with megan and lori âsarah fier livesâ was written on the wall which had me even more confused bc i thought it wasnât supposed to connect to the others. ykwim?? omg. and what was with everyone getting there limbs cut off?? like it was kinda cool or wtv when lindaâs boyfriends hands got cut off but then it got boring bc it just kept happening with every kill. cmon. have some creativity. OMG and donât even get me started on Christyâs death. Now why would they make the poor girl look EVERYWHERE but BHEIND HER??! had her looking so stupid omds. idk bro but the movie was just not it. ok iâm done nowđŤŠđĽ°
(sorry if it makes no senseâšď¸ school got me so pissed rn that iâm just pouring out all my rage into this rant)
ok so watched the new fear street a couple hours ago and is this a safe place to say that it kinda sucked? like it was good but it was too overhyped. i had high hopes for it too bc the other 3 movies were so good but this one was just..boring? it just felt like your average horror movie and it was way to predictable. i also feel like arianna greenblatt would be so good in horror but this film just didnât do her justice. ok bye im going to sleepđŁđ
summary: Jane hopper finds herself in a predicament. she canât keep her eyes off of Angelaâs cousin
warnings: pure fluff
a/n: hereâs a short little drabble since I have no idea what to write!
Jane honestly didnât know what was wrong with her at this point. She couldnât keep her freaking eyes off her. It started to annoy her at this point. Who let y/n l/n be so pretty?! She would totally try to spark up a conversation with her but she was ALWAYS with her cousin, Angela. Jane was honestly surprised when she found out the sweet, beautiful y/n was Angelas cousin. Angela was such a bitch while y/n was so sweet. Guess y/n came from the better side of the family.
Jane sat in her desk, her bottom lip between her teeth as she tried answering one of the math questions she was given. Math wasnât one of Janeâs best subjects, the numbers and all these steps to get an answer confused her. Just then, Jane heard an almost angelic laugh. No. It was angelic. Jane looked up and saw an almost swoon worthy sight. Y/n sitting on top of her desk, that pretty smile of hers gracing her lips as she laughed with her friends and cousin. Jane felt her cheeks heat up. Ok but seriously who allowed y/n to look that pretty? It should be illegal. Jane completely forgot about that math question she was supposed to answer as she secretly but not so secretly admired y/n. Her h/c hair looked perfect as always, her outfit looked classy as always . When did she never look perfect?
Janeâs little âsecretâ admiring had to come to an end when she saw those pretty e/c eyes staring right back at her. Janeâs eyes widened and her cheeks went pink in embarrassment . A smile graced y/ns lips, it wasnât a teasing one though nor a smirk, it was a soft sweet smile. Jane looked away, staring back at her paper, too scared to see if she was still looking at her. How could Jane let this happen!? This was embarrassing! Even more embarrassing than the time when she tried using her powers on Angela! Jane heard a snicker from beside her and turned to look at Will, glaring at him. It wasnât quite asintimidating as she thought though because her cheeks were pinker then the eraser on her pencil.
âShes not looking anymore. Now you can go back to staring at her like a creepâ Will teases with a snicker. Jane rolled her eyes. âShut upâ Jane says, lightly pushing Will with a huff.
Jane just couldnât accept the fact that y/n l/n had her heart in a chokehold.
short but sweet!
omg guys yesterday I closed the car door on my pointer finger and it hurts like hellđ
Summary: his whole life, Draco Malfoy has been taught about blood purity. What happens when he meets a mysterious muggle born girl one seemingly normal afternoon? Will the gradual shift in his ideology be enough of save them both?
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Female!Reader
Word count: 2289
Warnings: angst, death, mentions of blood and bruises, mentions of blood status and use of the word mĂźdblĂ´od. Read at your own discretion. Thatâs covers it for the most part. Lmk if I need to add more warnings
A/n: I wrote this at 1am. Please note that the Draco in this fic is purely Fannon. Ik cannon Draco was nothing like this. Take this fic with a grain of salt. (Not proofread)
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1986, age 6
Sanctimonia Vincet Semper
Draco looked at his mother questioningly as he pointed at the Malfoy Family Crest pinned to his jacket lapel.
âWhat does that mean, mother?â
Lucius raised his eyebrows at the question while Narcissa attempted to answer it to the best of her capabilities.
âIt means purity will always conquer, dear.â
âWhat does conquer mean?â Draco looked at his mum and then at his father.
Heâd heard about blood purity before, heâd heard his father talk about it, his tutor taught him about the sacred twenty eight.
But what made someone pure?
Lucius cleared his throat and put the daily prophet down.
âYou see Draco, some wizarding families are better than others.â Lucius began. âThe Malfoys, Blacks, Lestranges and so forth and so on..weâre pure of blood.â
âAnd what makes our blood pure father?â Little Draco looked up at the man he looked up to with curious eyes. âI thought blood was was all the same coloââ
âThatâs enough for today Draco.â Narcissa interjected. âItâs a beautiful day, why donât you go play outside?â
~~~
1988, Age 8
Sanctimonia Vincet Semper
Draco now repeated these very Latin words every single day.
He had trouble pronouncing the words at first, but now he could say it with ease.
He could also say various other words in Latin, French, he could play the piano and he could time his steps to the 3/4th time signature of a waltz. Most of the time anyway.
One day, he would be just like his father and bring honour to his family.
âMother, can I go with father today please?â Draco pleaded to his mother when he noticed His father was on his way out.
Narcissa exchanged a glance with Lucius before kneeling in front of her son to fix a stray piece of blonde hair.
âOkay, but you have to promise to be on your best behavior.â
âI promise.â
Draco stayed true to his promise. He patiently waited outside, playing in a nearby meadow while his father went inside a rather odd and old looking house to talk to a group of men Draco didnât really recognize.
It was fun running around the field for a bit, but soon it got tiresome and repetitive.
Draco wished his friends were around to play with him.
With his eyes fixed on the great blue sky, Draco spun round and round and round till the world started to spin with him.
He giggled to himself when he crashed to the ground and closed his eyes.
When his eyes opened, he saw two shiny eyes staring down at him.
She was wearing a yellow coloured frock, and her hair had ribbons on them.
âWhat are you doing?â She laughed, looking at him on the ground with grass sticking to his sweater and hair sticking to his forehead.
âI was just spinning.â He answered the strange girl, propping himself up on his elbows. âMy tutor told me the earth spins every day and it makes time go by. I was only trying to do the same and make time go by quicker on my own.â
âWhy do you want time to go away?â
âSo I can go home, Iâm so bored waiting for my father here.â
She didnât say another word. Instead, she started spinning round and round next to him, making the hem of her skirt flutter before she crashed next to him.
âWhat are you doing?â Draco asked, as he watched her.
âI'm helping you, silly.â She replied with a big friendly smile. âIâm making time go away faster.â
Draco grinned at her before, standing up and dusting his trousers. She did the same, and fixed the hem of her dress.
He held both of his hands out and she grabbed them tightly, and they spun.
They spun till they were dizzy. They spun round and round till they collapsed next to each other on the green green grass.
âWhat does that mean?â She asked, pointing at the Malfoy crest badge pinned on his jacket. âSanctimonia vincâvin-.â
âIt means purity will always conquer.â Draco said, taking the pin out and handing it to her.
âWhatâs purity?â
âI donât really understand either, but I know itâs important.â Draco said proudly. âMy father says it is.â
She didnât say anything, she simply nodded her little head, unable to process a word the grey eyed blond in front of her was saying.
âWould you like to be my friend?â Draco finally asked, holding out his hand. He didnât realize the amount of courage one needed to make friends before this moment.
He never had to ask this question to the friends he already had.
âI would like that very much.â She replied, shaking his hand.
âWhatâs your namââ
Draco heard Lucius call out for him before he could finish his sentence.
âWill you come by tomorrow?â She asked, and he instantly promised that he would come by tomorrow.
He never did.
~~~
1992, Age 12
Sanctimonia Vincet Semper.
These words were his reality. These words were his truth.
His father was right, some families were better than the rest.
And the heir of slytherin was in fact, doing a noble deed. Hogwarts was no place for dirty bloods. Thatâs what he was told anyway.
But if it was true, why did the word mudblood feel like venom on his tongue?
Draco spent the entirety of his day alone in his room, repeating the words over and over again until his tongue became numb to the stinging sensation.
He then went on ahead and called two people that hateful phrase on the same day.
First to Hermione Granger.
Then, to her. Y/N Y/L/N.
There was something about her that seemed weirdly familiar to him since the first time he saw her on the Hogwarts Express.
The quirk of her lips when she smiled, the twisted ribbon holding her hair away from her face, her eyes. Her shiny bright eyes.
It was like his soul recognised her. He could always tell when she was nearby.
It wasnât long before the so-called enemies of the heir started to get petrified, one after another.
Deep down, he couldnât help but question what was happening and if the heir was in fact, doing the right thing.
What made blood pure? Everyone bleeds the same coloâ
âSanctimonia Vincet Semper.â He recited in his mind over and over again before he could complete these intrusive thoughts.
~~~
1996, age 16
Sanctimonia Vincet Semper.
Just hearing or seeing these words made him sick to the stomach.
For days he couldnât eat, for days he couldnât sleep.
Draco had lost all sense of space, place or time.
His father, the man he looked up to, was in Azkaban. The future of his family, his life depended on him and the task.
A pure blood fanatic who was a half blood himself was out to make the world right.
For his entire life, Draco was told that the Dark Lord was going to be their saving grace; that he was going to make the wizarding world a better place to live in.
But, day after day, Draco was losing faith in Voldemortâs cause.
He was losing faith in himself.
When everything one ever believes in, the foundation of oneâs lifestyle turns out to be nothing but a hoax, the whole world fades away into white noise.
The ground crumbles up in pieces and fades away like desert sand.
Nothing makes sense.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
As angry as ever, Draco punches the bathroom wall until his knuckles bruise and bleedâthe color of his blood, red. Just like everyone elseâs.
As the blood continues to trickle down, Draco lies down flat against the floor and closes his eyes.
When his opens his eyes. He sees her.
She was wearing a sunshine yellow coloured dress, and her hair was braided and secured with a loose ribbon at the end.
âWhat are you doing?â She asked, looking at him on the ground with blood stains on his school shirt and his hair sticking to his sweaty, feverish forehead.
âThe world is spinning.â Draco muttered deliriously before passing out.
He woke up later, under a soft duvet with bandages on his knuckles and a cold washcloth on his forehead.
Sheâd taken care of him.
Her yellow dress was now stained crimson with his blood.
If his blood, the so-called blood of one of the sacred twenty eight, was crimson, what colour was her blood?
Surely it wasnât inky black.
The whole time he was in her room, he didnât say a word to her.
He drank the pain relief potion she gave him, he ate the piece of bread sheâd snuck out of the kitchen for him.
This isnât right.
âSanctimonia Vincet Semper.â She said, looking at him with a sad little smile on her lips, reminiscent of the smile from the girl heâd met when he was eight.
âHow did youâit canât be.â Draco finally said in disbelief as she pulled the malfoy crest pin out of your pocket.
She was the same girl from that one glorious afternoon in the meadow.
The same girl that tried to change space and time for him by spinning round and round with him.
She was his friend from all those years ago, and what had he done?
Heâd called her a mudblood of all things.
âI thought about getting rid of this so many times.â She said, fidgeting with the crest pin. âBut every time I looked at it, I remembered that boy from the meadow that said we all bleed the same colour, the boy that promised to come and see me the next day.â
Draco stared at her, trying his hardest to come up with words but they just seemed to die in his throat.
His lips wouldnât stop quivering and his eyes wouldnât stop tearing up.
âI-I have to go.â He muttered, and ran like hell to the door.
~~~
1997, Age 17
Sanctimonia Vincet Semper.
Empty words.Ruthless words.Nauseating words.
He asked to meet her in the meadow again.
There were just some things he wanted to get out of his chest.
Maybe it was a coincidence, but she came wearing a yellow sweater again.
There was no sun up in the full grey sky, but it felt like sheâd brought along the warmth and sunshine with her in her pocket.
âWhy did you ask to see me, Draco?â She asked, looking as confused as he felt.
âBecause I promised.â He said in all honesty. âI promised Iâd come back and see you but I never did.â
Upon hearing this, she reached for his hands and he winced upon the contact because the vibrations he felt on his skin was too much.
âWhat are you doing?â He asked weakly when he noticed her trying to spin them around in an anti clockwise motion.
âIâm spinning in the opposite direction, hoping the time goes slower.â
He couldnât help but chuckle at this, as he instantly pulled her into a deep embrace.
He never really understood what purity meant until now.
It didnât have anything to do with blood status.
Purity was the way she looked at him, and he looked at her.
Purity saw no blood, family name, wealth or heritage.
There was nothing more pure than unadulterated love people felt for each other. There was nothing more real than that.
When they both collapsed on the ground with their heads dizzy, Draco held out his hand.
âWould you like to be my friend?â
âI would like that very much.â She whispered, grasping his hand.
Just as she did, he felt the mark etched onto his forehead burn.
He had to go.
It was like history was repeating itself.
âWill I see you again, Draco?â She asked, her eyes hopeful.
âYou will. I promise.â He said, before placing a long lingering kiss on her forehead.
Unbeknownst to him, heâd never ever see her or her yellow sweater again.
~~~
1998, Age 18
Sanctimonia Vincet Semper.
Now these words represented nothing but loss.
Heâd lost her in the war. Theyâd found her. Theyâd killed her.
Why?
Because of heinous words like âSanctimonia Vincet Semper.â
~~~
2013, Age 33
Sanctimonia Vincet Semper
Scorpius looked at his father questioningly as he pointed at the Malfoy Family Crest pin heâd found in a storage cabinet.
âWhat does that mean, father?â
Draco let out a sigh and attempted to answer his sonâs question to the best of his capabilities.
âIt means purity will always conquer, dear.â
âPurity?â Scorpius raised his eyebrows. âWhat does it mean, Father?â
âPurity lies here, son.â Draco kneeled to the floor and placed his hand where Scorpâs heart was. âItâs the kindness we show each other, it's the compassion and love. Love will always conquer.â
âAnd what are you two talking about?â Astoria asked as she walked into the room.
âFather was just telling me about love.â Scorpius giggled as he ran to Astoria, who scooped him up in her arms and took him out to play in the Garden.
A sad little smile crept up on Dracoâs face and he walked to his window to crack it open and let the sunlight in.
She was always going to be there with him.
Memories of her warm yellow dresses lingered in the light that came in through the window and pulled him out of the darkness.
Draco tilted his head and looked at the photo frame standing near a bookshelf.
The open field where he first met her.
Captured and framed in mahogany wood.
The wind from the window caused the long ribbon tied to the corner of the frame to flutter and he knew.
He knew he was going to see her again.
And this time around, he wouldnât let meaningless assortment of words like Sanctimonia Vincet Semper come in between.
~~~
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