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I’m Captain America.

Plot: You came back from a very traumatizing mission that was given to you by S.H.I.E.L.D, and when Steve tries to help, you accidentally hurt him, but instead of leaving you, he wants to help you more.

Warnings: Abuse and torture.

Pairings: Steve x Reader

Author’s Note: Hey guys!!! It’s me, again. So uh, let’s all pretend this was around TWS because, come on, me making an imagine about grandpa Steve is just straight up creepy.

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You look at your arms and legs, all filled with cuts and bruises. You remember how the pirates tied you up and swirled the knife deep in your skin, not caring how much pain it caused you and not minding how loud you scream and cry, pleading them to stop.

I guess pirates don’t really take plea and begs, because they decided to have some “fun” with you until the money comes.

You feel the little tear your skin have on your neck, caused by them choking you using a chain. You relive every single experience in that ship just by seeing every wound imprinted on your body.

You lie down on your bed, throwing the book you were trying to read but couldn’t focus anyway down at the floor and closed your eyes in attempt to sleep.

Then they came. Those pirates came in again and you were back tied to that chair tightly, you were almost drowning in your blood and you’re close to not feeling your limbs anymore.

It’s not real. It’s not real, Y/N. Not real, it’s just your mind, Y/N.

But it felt real. You felt that it was real again. The pirate stabbed through your hand, and you wake up screaming. Your room, as you observed, is still the same. Lamp-lit, messy, and normal.

Fat tears start rolling through your cheeks and you were sobbing again. You hated yourself for being so weak, being so vulnerable, and you wanted to suppress this sob and sob quietly, but you couldn’t.

“Help, please, help me, help me, help me, help me, help... please help, I.. Steve? Nat? I need help please— I—“ You cry out, clawing your skin hardly until they draw blood. “One, two, three, h— help please!��

The door almost broke down as it flung open. Steve rushed to you, sitting next to you and help you recollect.

“Hey Y/N, I’m here, I’m here Y/N. You’re going to be okay.” Steve cooes, as he tries to hold you.

You were still spiraling down when you felt his arms wrap around you. Unable to respond correctly to affection, your body automatically went to punch him hard until he fell down the floor.

“Oh my god, Steve, I—“ You wanted to ramble and explain, but you couldn’t speak properly. In effect, you just made little sounds, inaudible. “Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve.. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, Steve, I’m sorry, I—“

“Y/N, it’s okay. I’m okay, all things.. considered.” Steve waves his finger around his swollen lip, and laughs. You manage to let out a small smile. “I’m Captain America. I’m pretty sure I can handle a sucker punch.”

“That’s not the point, you were trying— you were trying to, to help you know? I.. And I just— I just punched you. I punched— I punched Captain.. God this.. is so— I can’t do this. I never should’ve.. This is nonsense. I can’t even speak straight!”

“Y/N, listen to me. I’m here, I’m here to help and I’m here for you. Stop blaming yourself for what uh, happened.”

“I.. I can’t sleep. I can’t feel my arms. I can’t read. I can’t do anything, I can’t do— I can’t—“

“Let’s talk, but I can’t do that if I’m sleepy. I’m going to make coffee, and not sleep until we sleep together.”

“Steve, no, you can’t possible risk your health to—“

“I also risked my health when I injected heavy drugs in my bloodstream that made me look buff, Y/N. I’m Captain America. I’m sure I can handle a sleepless night or two.”

“You seriously need to stop using the ‘I’m Captain America’ card.”

“I’m Captain Am—“

“Steve!!”

That night wasn’t really pretty. Pretty isn’t really the word to describe it. But that night, you knew, that even if you were the ugliest woman on Earth or the prettiest one, even if you were stable or not, Steve would still love you uncontrollably.

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rb if you’d wipe all pedophiles off this earth

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Everything

Plot: When Five Hargreeves gets back to the modern timeline, 2019, the first thing he does is to find the most important person in his life.

Pairings: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Warnings: None, really.

Author’s Note: Hey guys!! I’m actually writing about The Umbrella Academy too because one, the show is absolutely stunning and addictive and it just snatched ny wig. Literally. I hope you guys like that, and if you haven’t watched it, watch it now!! You won’t regret it. Also this is a long oneshot, I got carried away writing it. Enjoy!

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After the funeral, nothing really happened except for stressed thinking and isolation and dancibg to I Think We’re Alone Now by Tiffany. That was until, it was interrupted by a disturbance outside, that looked like a massive blue blob. Every one rushed outside to check out what caused this disturbance, but no one could actually tell what it is.

“Looks like a temporal anomaly or a mini black hole. That or another,” The bigger man said, looking up to the disturbance. The smart guess made his sibling irritated.

“Yeah, no shit,” His sibling, Diego, replies.

“Get behind me!” Luther said confidently, not feeling Diego’s blazing glare. It didn’t matter to him, Luther just thought that it’s his job to protect his other siblings because he was number one.

“Yeah, get behind us,” Diego kind of corrected. They were just staring at the blue blob, until their brother, Klaus, who was very intoxicated and drugged up, ran forward and attempted to spray fire extinguishers but was empty, so he just threw it on the blob instead.

“What’s that gonna do?!” Diego asked angrily. Klaus didn’t bother to turn, instead he was quite observant at the blob.

“I don’t know, you gotta better idea?!” He replied with a higher tone.

He managed to stay on his position until a thunderstorm hit the ground and scared him off, making him go at the back of his siblings. Luther and Diego still had their guard up, and all of a sudden the skies clear and someone, a kid, falls down.

“Five?” The woman, Allison, asks to the crowd, the kid, and herself. All of them was staring in disbelief.

Their sibling who they thought had ran off, their sibling who mysteriously disappeared, just came back to the Academy, still looking like the kid they used to know before he ran off.

“Am I high, or do you see little baby Five too?” Klaus asks, peeping his head through his siblings.

The kid looks at his hands, and later sees that he’s wearing his old uniform from the Academy. He shows an evident disappointment.

“Shit.”

Not later, after they were discussing about him, where he went and what happened, and all the sorts that the family thought that they should discuss, everyone minded their business already. It was a short period of time. Sure, they missed their sibling, but they had personal matters to attend to.

Vanya, the unknown Hargreeves child but only was known after her autobiography that caused the family to hate her, had called a taxi already. Even though she was the estranged and disowned Hargreeves child, she was Five’s favorite sibling. Five favored her most. And so did Vanya. But they weren’t kids anymore, all things considered, so things felt very off between them. But Five and Vanya love each other as a family more than they love their other siblings, and nothing can change that.

Everyone had personal matters to attend to. Including Five. He had to find the most important person in his life. He just wanted to see her, while she was still alive.

He wanted to see his wife.

Five was stuck in the apocalypse for almost 45 years, but he wasn’t alone. He had Y/N, the only sole survivor he found because of pure luck. They were together, and Five loved her. Y/N loved him too, the apocalypse and their situation wouldn’t change that until the Commission found and recruited them. Together. They were the legendary assassins and partner.

Until one day, they had this job, which was normal for them, apparently. But something went wrong, and it was totally Y/N’s fault. She knew if the Commission found out about that, they’d kill her and Five. So she went out and fix it, denying help from Five.

That’s how Y/N died. And that’s what urged Five to get back to the modern timeline.

As he walks in Griddy’s Doughnuts, Five hoped she would come as Y/N and him talked about this place every time when the topic was food. This was both their favorite place to eat at. This place reminded Five of her.

After a little chat with the tow truck driver and an order taken from Five, a girl, about his body’s age, walks in.

It was Y/N.

Five’s heart stopped for a moment. He wanted to hug her, tell her how much he missed her, and tell her how much he loved her, but he couldn’t because at this moment Y/N has no idea who he is. She occupies a seat next to Five.

His breath was short and tears prickle his eyes. Happiness and sadness take over his brain, unsure of what to feel. Five was observing her, his future wife, until Y/N noticed.

“Hey, I didn’t know someone like me would be at this place at this point of time too.” She said. Her voice was therapeutic to Five’s ears, he waited years after years to hear that voice again.

“Me too. What a surprise right? I.. I’m Five Hargreeves.” Five’s voice was near cracking. He had to collect himself.

“You must be here to grieve your dad’s death, hm? I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” She smiles, and that smile pierced through Five’s heart. He was completely falling in love with her again.

“Not really. I just had a craving.”

The tow truck driver glanced at them, getting a bit weirded out because of the vibe that Five gives off, but he brushed it off. Minutes later Agnes comes in and takes Y/N’s order, and the driver volunteered to pay for the both of them. The driver left the scene, and Five and Y/N continued their chat.

“I really feel like I know you, Five. It’s like we’ve met somewhere,” Y/N says, as she gets a nearby table napkin and writes something on it. “Here’s my landline. I’d love to talk to you more, but I really need to go home before my mom sees that I snuck out.”

“Sure, expect my call,” Five smiles faintly as he carefully folds the napkin and tucks it inside his pockets. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Bye, Five!”

Five just let a tear escape his eye. He saw his wife alive again, happy, and that was enough even though Y/N didn’t know him that well, even though Y/N didn’t know that Five was her husband. She was Five’s everything, and Five was going to save the world for her.

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Devastated

ENDGAME SPOILERS!!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK !!!

IM WARNING YOU!!!!!

Plot: After Tony’s death, you help Peter recover from his third father figure’s death while being equally devastated.

Warnings: Really angsty. Like real angsty things.

Pairing: Reader x Peter

Author’s Note: What’s up guys!!! I know I have been such a slack off since I rarely go to tumblr anymore BUT here’s a makeup imagine for y’all. I really promise, I hope, for real, that I’ll be more active. Enjoy!

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I am Iron Man.

Those were the iconic words that has been said all over the no other than, genius philanthropist billionaire playboy, Tony Stark’s career. The first words that shaped him being a hero, and the last words that proved him a hero.

I am Iron Man.

The words echoes through Peter and his best friend’s ears and it painfully rings around their head, as Peter try to forget what just happened and pretend everything is okay, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

“Pete,” Y/N says, as you placed a gentle hand on Peter’s shoulders. “You should eat, you barely ate for the past week.”

“You noticed every childhood superhero of ours is here, standing alongside us? Thor, Cap, Black Panther, The Hulk.. and I can’t find joy in meeting them.”

“Pete, I—“

“I miss him, Y/N,” Peter looked up, only for you to see his red from crying eyes. “And I just— I can’t. We won, but at what cost?”

“Hey, you know what I think? That if Mr. Stark sees you crying and miserable, he would bust his ass downstairs just to smack you. He’s in a—“

“Better place? I know. I hope he’s somewhere eating cheeseburgers with Aunt Nat.” Peter laughs, for the first time ever since Tony’s death.

As you and Peter exchange reassuring looks, you see Morgan walk up to you two. She pulls out a hanky, drying Peter’s tears. This not only made you and Peter’s heart melt, but it also made both of you really sad.

“Mom told me to wipe your tears and stop crying,” Morgan says. Her voice was so soothing and calming, and you couldn’t just stop but notice Tony’s features on his daughter.

“You wanna go outside, kid?” You asked, reaching my hands out as a signal that you want to carry her.

“Yeah!” Morgan says with excitement as she jumps aboard you. “You should come with us, Uncle Peter!”

Peter smiles faintly as he stands off the couch, “Sure thing, kid.”

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Netflix

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Plot: You hate sharing an account with your bestfriend but you don’t have the right to complain because he/she owns the account. You ask Tony to get you one, but things got a little complicated. This took time a few months after Iron Man 3.

Warnings: None, for the first time. Wow.

Author’s Note: I told y’all I’ll be posting more! I got this idea in a text post, so it’s not entirely my idea. Enjoy! Also, Y/B/N stands for “your bestfriend’s name”.

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You propped yourself down on your bed, with a bowl filled with snacks and beside you is a nice big tumbler of bubble tea. You had a face mask on with your hair in a towel, getting soaked on a treatment. It was your ultimate self care day.

You open your laptop, signing in Y/B/N’s account in Netflix only to be surprised Y/B/N was using it. You stared at it for a while, before shutting down the laptop in frustration. You let out an audible grunt as you grab a handful of your chips and stuffing it inside your mouth.

You grab the nearest piece of fabric so you can wipe off the oil given by the chips, and dialing Y/B/N’s number on your phone. It rung for a couple of times, until Y/B/N picked it up.

“Hey! I scheduled me today! And you approved! Today was my self care day!” You said, with frustration in the tone.

“Yeah, Y/N, sorry about that, but my boo wanted date night today, so I can’t really rearrange it. Sorry.” Y/B/N says with dismay. You let out a grunt, opening your mouth to complain but realized it’s not your account to begin with, and Y/B/N is kind enough to let you borrow a Netflix account.

“Yeah. Okay, it’s okay. Thanks anyways.” I said. We both gave our byes before I hung up.

You put your laptop beside and grabbed the snacks with the bubble tea with you. You put on your fur slides that your boyfriend gave you. It made you feel rich and kind of boosted your self esteem. And they’re comfortable!

You searched the house for Tony, but he wasn’t there. Not even in his lab where he would stay up for at least 72 hours tinkering and tinkering. He even took off Dum-E’s hat.

You bring your phone to your ear again after dialing his number. It let out exactly one ring, and he picked it up all so sudden.

“Hey love, what���s wrong?” He asked sweetly. You roll your eyes thinking do I only call you when there’s something wrong? I kind of do, but not all the time!

“Nothing, really, where are you? Why aren’t you home?” I asked. He stopped for a few seconds before replying.

“Just went to grab a bite with Rhodey. You want me to come home, sweetheart? Admit it, you miss me.” Tony teased. I just let out a grunt and he laughed. “Yeah, sure, I’ll come home. Hey Rhodey, I got duty calls. See ya.”

“Tell Rhodey I said hi.” You say.

“Y/N says hi.” You could feel Tony’s eye roll on the line as he hung up. You sat on the sofa and opened the TV instead, since Netflix night is cancelled so now you’re just going to watch some shit show on E! Entertainment or watch something boring on Animal Planet.

A few minutes later, you hear the armor clanking nearby. You knew Tony was here, so you peeked your head to see. He was getting out of the armor, and he was walking oh so suave near to you. He dropped himself near you, wrapping his arms around your body and squeezing you in a tight hug. He kissed the top of your head afterwards, and you curl yourself into a ball, cuddling near him.

“You’re like a big cat, you know? You need someone to take care of you, prideful and cuddly. You also will claw my face out if I get your food.” Tony said. “We’re both cats. Cause I’m like that too.”

“Hell yeah you are.” You say, as you shuffle through channels. “Do you know how boring it is without Netflix? Speaking of that, Tony, can you buy me Netflix?”

“No problem! It’s cheap anyways.” Tony said. “Hm, I like the color of the mask today. Teal blue.”

“Yeah, this one’s pretty expensive.”

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“What’s up Y/N! I’m sorry I ruined self care night yesterday, it’s just—“ Y/B/N greeted you as she handed you your order on Starbucks.

“Hey. It’s okay! I had a great time yesterday anyway. I asked Tony to buy me an account, so I think you don’t have to carry my back on this anymore.” You took a sip from your coffee. “I said 2 pumps, Y/B/N.”

“It’s hard to memorize pumps, Y/N! Oh, and really? That’s nice, we won’t have to interrupt you.” Y/B/N replied.

“More like, I won’t have to interrupt you. Oh wait, I’ve got a call incoming.” You said, putting your coffee on the table and answering the call. “Hey Tony.”

“Hey love, I got Netflix like you told me to. I’ve got ownership papers right here, but it’s titled to me, is that okay?” Tony said. You smiled and laughed upon hearing the news.

“That’s great! It’s okay that the account’s named on you.” You said, then you stopped for a while as you furrow your brows. You drag the phone away from your ear for a moment. “Y/B/N, when you bought an account, did you have— were you given ownership papers?”

“No, I didn’t get anything like that. Wait— papers??? Are you sure he bought the correct thing?” Y/B/N clarified. You put back the phone to your ear.

“Tony, what did you buy?” You asked with a little bit of dread on your tone.

“Oh shit. You meant an account, right?” He said. You knew that tone. He messed up.

“What. Did. You. Buy.” You put every stress on every word for emphasis.

“Netflix.” He said.

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Remember when there was that painting of sappho getting eaten out by another woman and Wikipedia captioned it as “sappho and a pal” because I think about that a lot

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Detention

Plot: Harry gets into detention for punching a pureblood that spat “muggleborn” in front of Hermione. Draco tries to get him out.

Warnings: Implied sex, language.

Author’s Note: I don’t really know if Hogwarts has detention but let’s pretend they have for the sake of imagines. Oh, and hi again! It’s been such a long time and maybe this is my new year’s gift to you? I’ll try to be more active. This is on Harry’s POV.

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It was pretty much a normal day. Me and Hermione was just talking about selling ballpens here in Hogwarts and day it’s a “magical quill” as it doesn’t need to be dipped in ink. I thought it was a brillant idea to get some coins, but Hermione screamed at me. Up to this moment.

“I’m not saying we’re broke and it’s a good idea to illegally sneak in some refillable ballpens and sell it to nut brained purebloods who have no idea what a ballpen is, but we’re broke and it’s a good idea to illegally sneak in sone refillable ballpens and sell it to nut brained purebloods.” I said again to Hermione, not bothering to look at me.

“Harry, I’m not risking my whole future and my privilege here in Hogwarts for coins. It’s illegal! It’s a no from me.” Hermione said. Calmly. Finally.

“Why don’t we just sell some and exclude her out of the sales?” Ron proposed. “She doesn’t want to be a part of it, right?”

“Brillant idea.” I laughed. Hermione shot us a disgusted look as she opened her mouth again to scream.

“Don’t you dare!” Hermione shouted as she tried to reason us out again but some purebloods yanked her wrist. She let out a silent expression of pain and grabbed her wand.

“Hey fuckwad, leave her alone! Pureblood brats.” Ron rolled his eyes as he chucked out his wand too and pointed it to the pureblood’s face too.

“Oh, what are you going to do? Do a backfiring spell on me? Give me a break, Weasley. Let me deal with the mudblood alone.” The pureblood smirked. I saw Hermione’s hurt expression on her face.

“Take it back.” My fists balled up. The pureblood looked at me directly. He had one of his annoying smirks back.

“Or what, lightning bitch?” The pureblood said. “You’ll cast an expelliarmus on me? Come on, hit me harder!”

I charged to him and landed a punch. A punch after a punch and I barely noticed I already broke his nose and he was bleeding badly. Hermione tried to stop me but I pushed her away. So did Ron, until Professor McGonagall came to see the show.

“Potter!” She exclaimed. I went to a stop as I saw his horrifying bitch of a face. Bloody and broken. So was my fists, red and bloody too. “What are you doing?! Advertising muggle fighting to students? I take away 50 points to Gryffindor. And detention for three weeks.”

I huff out , getting off his chest. Brat was taken to the infirmary, probably to fix his bitch of a face. As I sat on the ground, Hermione slapped my arm. Ron sat beside me, too.

“Ow! What was that for?” I complained. She shot me a dirty look. “Okay, maybe I know what was that for.”

“Harry, I appreciate it, but maybe don’t get caught so we won’t have to be deducted 50 points!” Hermione said.

“Yeah, Harry. That was fucking heavy.” Ron said. “Speaking of fuck, there comes your protective boyfriend.”

I peek out my head and I see Draco walking as if the ground was a runway. Catwalking, flaunting. He looked at me, then my fists. His catwalk slowed and went to fail as he wanted to run to me and ask me if I’m okay.

Oh, he really is the love of my life. My heart pace fastened up as I saw him and I felt like I couldn’t speak but I did. And he winked at me. Discretely. The power this man had is just overwhelming.

“He is not my boyfriend, Ron.” I pushed him as I stood up and dusted away the soil that clung to my robe. “And we are not fucking. Stop thinking about it.”

“That was clearly not Draco we heard ‘come for me, Harry’, am I right, Ron?” Hermione asked Ron. I blinked as I looked at them with a hint of confusion.

They heard that?!

“No, absolutely not, Hermione.” Ron laughed. I rolled my eyes. “Well, let’s stick with the man’s word. Draco’s not his boyfriend though clearly I knew I saw him fucking you—“

“You did?” Hermione said with shock, her jaw dropping and laughing.

“That wasn’t me, stop making fictions.” I rolled my eyes.

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My head feels heavy as I write “I will not advertise muggle fighting” for about the 97th time. My eyelids were dropping, my grip was loosening. All of a sudden I felt someone play with my hair. I jolted up only to be surprised with a kiss.

Blonde hair. That’s my love of my life rescuing me.

“Draco, what the fuck are you doing here? You’re gonna get caught, Get—“ I glance up to Filch who was sound asleep on his desk. “Oh, clever. You casted a sleeping spell on him, did you?”

“I had to get you out. And I heard your conversation with Ron and Hermione too, really. I made sure you were getting teased so I had it audible.” Draco smirked.

“Son of a bitch.” I smiled as I dropped my pen and kissed Draco. I felt his fingers caress my cheeks, circling them around. I pulled away shortly after that. “We’ve got to get out before anyone sees up, hm?”

I stand up, having Draco to write my last 3 sentences and put it next to Filch. He held my hand, fingers intertwined, as we walked through the corridor stealthily.

Man, I really hoped I had the invisibility cloak right now. It’d be really useful.

“So, do we fuck at the Slytherin tower or Gryffindor?” Draco asked snarkily. I roll my eyes to him, but I answered it.

“Your preference, darling.” I said to him, the pet name sending Draco to weakness. He slammed me to a wall, kissing me roughly now with his fingers tugging on my hair.

“Not your boyfriend, hm?” I heard a girl’s voice. I pushed Draco away in surprise. “Lying is bad.”

“Oh, fuck it Hermione. What are you doing here so late in the night?” I asked. Draco wiped his lips, getting back on his feet.

“I was about to have my grand rescue, but I got beat to it. Seems you’re busy, I’ll go and you guys have your time.” Hermione turned and started walking away.

“You’re too slow, Hermy.” Draco joked around, pinning me back to the wall.

“I wish I could unsee you guys kissing.” I felt Hermione roll her eyes. She took a right turn and disappeared.

“So, Slytherin or your place?”

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Surprise

Plot: Draco Malfoy got into a fight and came home with bruises, so reader gave the ones who beat up her man what they deserve.

Warnings: Fights, Bullying

Pairings: Draco x Reader

Author’s Note: Hey guys!! I’m back after a long, long, hiatus! Here’s a Draco imagine to make up my absence. Much love ❤️

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“Hey baby, how was de— who gave you that eye?” You were cut off as you saw Draco’s black eye and a purplish bruise on his cheekbone. “God, you really fight like a chicken, don’t you?”

Draco just smirks as you fetched some ice and wrapped it around a piece of cloth. You gently ice his eye, his bleeding lip and the bruise. He gave you a smile, a real toothy smile. You just rolled your eyes on him.

“Your punches must’ve sucked.” You said as you sat back again and continued your homework.

“Now’s not really the time to make a joke, I barely even hit their face.” Draco said. “Y/n, I think my nose is broken.”

You turn back and raised your wand at him, mumbled a healing spell as he yelped in pain while his nose is back in shape. “You are such a damsel in distress.”

“Hell yeah, but you still love me.” You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders and his lips on your cheek. You tried to shrug him off so you can concentrate on your stupid assignment, but he won’t let go of you. “Please, for the love of Merlin, Y/n, don’t go after them tomorrow morning.”

“Great, tomorrow afternoon’s a good time.” You laugh as Draco shook you and crossed his arms against his chest. You finally dropped your pen and stood up, facing him. He was pouting and brows was furrowed. “Maybe tomorrow evening?”

“That’s not what I meant!” Draco said, pouting again. “Don’t go after them. I’m fine! Plus, I won’t give you a name.”

“That’s okay, I already know them. Stated on your diary this morning ‘Arthur White and Justin Wallows tried to initiate a fight this Potions.’ So I think I know just fine, baby.” I smiled at him. “Come on! I won’t knock them out.”

“I think I should have a surveillance camera taped on your back.” Draco rolled his eyes. “Come here.”

You walked towards him and hugged him tight. You loved the feeling of being squeezed on his chest and him kissing your forehead so much. You smile at him as you kissed his lips.

“The ice has melted. I’m going to get more.” Draco said, walking away.

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“Oh look, it’s the Draco’s little bitch.” Arthur White laughs at you, alongside with his friend Justin Wallows. A small crows circled you three. For Merlin’s sake, it’s just 8 and I’m dealing with idiots already. You thought. Instead of saying something back, you just rolled your eyes.

“What are you going to do, y/n? Hex us? You can’t even say something properly in Latin!” Justin Wallows said. You smirk at them, knowing damn well your fist has a special place on their face.

“Is that so, Wallows? Cause my Charms grade says otherwise. Oh, and is it me, or it’s your third time repeating that subject? I think it’s probably you being such a dumbass.” You said. You pulled their last straw, cause Arthur tried to punch you but caught it mid-air and twisted his arm.

He screams in agony as Justin tries to attack you but you kick him in the balls and hit his face with your knee, knocking him out immediately. As Arthur tries to punch you again, you deflect it and elbowed his face.

The crowd got bigger. You dusted off your shoulder, and you saw Draco’s smirk on the front line of the circle. McGonagall rushed to the crowd and scolded you immediately.

“Miss Y/L/N! Do you know how irresponsible you are for initiating muggle fighting inside the castle? 25 points from Gryffindor. And three weeks of detention!” McGonagall said as she dragged you away. You look back at Draco and winked at him, mouthing:

“It’s worth it.”

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Y’all: Slytherins are evil. 

Actual Slytherins: hold grudges forever, very good at reading body language, probably excellent liars when the situation calls for it, intimidating in the eyes of others but SOFTIES when you get to know them, sarcastic as fuck, LETHAL if you hurt someone they love, will most likely follow the rules as to not get themselves in trouble but fucking HATE being told what to do, can spot a fellow slytherin from miles away, dramatic, very extra about their house, no really they’re very proud of being slytherin, bit of a stereotype but they are very cunning and resourceful when they want to be, desperately afraid of fairlure, hate exposing their weaknesses, live in denial land, so prideful it exhausts them, will remember the little things you tell them about yourself like your favourite flower and song and will plan their gifts accordingly, probably overthinking as I type this, like planning things instead of jumping face first, petty is their middle name tbh, bit vengeful ngl, what do you mean they should ask you directly if they wanna know something when they can just figure out a way of finding out without actually confronting you about it?, 

(Thank you to @grey-writes for some of these)

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My dad says his “only problem” with Ben/Kylo is that he doesn’t looks like his parents… but like

What

The

Fuck

Do

You

Mean?