Can you make an imagine where draco and y/n get into a huge fight and he tells her that he never loved her and that she isn’t pretty etc. then she goes to her room crying And during dinner she ignores him and then after they make up but she still feels like he doesn’t love her and he has to convince her he does?
~Not the same~
“Draco Malfoy, what is your problem?!” You shouted. You threw your bag onto the floor of the Slytherin common room and turned to look at your boyfriend, Draco. All he did was give you a cold stare.
“You’ve been acting strange lately, and I want to know why” You said.
Luckily, the common room was empty, and everyone was up in their dorms, sound asleep.
“You know what, (Y/N)? Maybe if you listened half the time, you’d know what was wrong” Draco retorted, glaring at you. You raised your eyebrow and quickly responded. “Excuse me? Who has been there for you when you needed someone every time? Who agreed to get up in the middle of the night just to talk to her boyfriend? Last time I checked, it was me” You said, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Draco was silent.
He then muttered something under his breath. “What was that?” You asked, crossing your arms.
“I never loved you!” He said louder.
You felt as though you had been stabbed in the chest when he said those words. “W-what?” You stuttered, your arms drooping to your sides. Draco immediately regretted the words he said. You finally let a tear fall down your cheek. You grabbed your bag and ran upstairs to your dorm, ignoring Draco’s calls for you to come back. You threw yourself onto your bed, quietly sobbing into your pillow. After a while, you fell asleep, your cheeks damp with tears.
~The Next Day~
You completely ignored Draco wherever you were. Whether it was at breakfast, during class, in the halls, or during dinner, you swore not to give him any of your attention. But, you were forced to when he pulled you to the side after dinner.
“(Y/N), please. I need to talk to you” He said.
You sighed. “What do you want, Draco?"
"I wanted to say that I’m sorry about… Last night… I didn’t mean any of it. I was just stressed out with everything that’s been going on with my family and… I guess I just took it out on you. And, I am so sorry” He said, his eyes filled with sorrow.
You gazed up at him. You let out a breath before saying “It’s okay”
He exhaled in relief and wrapped his arms around you. “I love you so much. You have no idea” He said.
“I love you too, Draco” You said, hugging him back.
But, you still felt a little distant to him the rest of the week.
Whenever Draco was around, you felt odd. Like, things weren’t the same. Of course you still loved him, but it was strange how you acted around him. When he would kiss you, you would kiss back less, and when he would hug you, you hugged less tight. Draco noticed this quickly.
“(Y/N), what’s wrong? You’ve been acting a little strange lately” He said, sitting down next to you on a couch in the Slytherin common room. “Nothing’s wrong” You said quietly. “Something’s obviously wrong… You can tell me, you know” He said, scooting closer to you. You sighed and stood up, Draco following you.
“I just… Feel like… You don’t really love me” You finally uttered out. Suddenly, something extraordinary happened.
Draco kissed you.
Yes, I know, he did that all the time. But, this time, he truly kissed you. The kiss felt so passionate and amazing, you were completely caught off guard. Your first kiss with Draco was a great one; you felt the fireworks everyone talked about. But, with this kiss, you felt a nuclear explosion. When the kiss broke, Draco grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into an embrace.
“Don’t ever underestimate my love for you, (Y/N). I love you more than anything” Draco said, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You did the same.
YEESSS Frank goes into a FIT when his s/o tickles him? Imagine a morning where he's had a rough night and doesn't wanna get up and his beloved kisses his back softly to wake him but then outta nowhere she starts tickling him ahh yes
frank is kind of achey and sulking, laying in bed miserably, and his poor sweetheart is trying to coax him out of bed the usual way, with lots of petting of his hair and rubs across his shoulders and promises that he’s enough
but he’s in just such a foul mood that it’s not working
so she has to use the nuclear option
which is kiss him on his back (which tickles enough to make him twitch a little) and then drops her hands to his sides, tickling him and making him kick around, yelling “WHAT” and trying not to grin as she climbs on top of him and tickles him more
of course, he fakes trying to push her off and says, between supressed bouts of laughter that she “better stop or else”, but she won’t stop until he smiles
so he starts trying to get her back but he’s SO ticklish that he keeps bending double and trying SO hard not to laugh but he can’t help the few snorts that escape him
“are you gonna smile for me, francis?” “QUIT IT” “not until you give me that big smile!”
And so, he’s not quite sure what possesses him to do it besides the fact that he can’t not do it anymore because this, it’s killing him, slowly like the music, and then faster, like the drugs, and his latent death wish has become maybe not to latent anymore and John loves danger. And Sherlock is danger right now, two relapses in and three days manic and disheveled and simultaneously not caring about anything besides the one thing now six inches closer to him, and so Sherlock tilts his head, and with a slanting of lips, kisses John as if he’s fucking oxygen.
It’s a nuclear explosion of a kiss, which is precisely how Sherlock intends it to be.
Sherlock clutches and kisses John as if the world is ending, as if they were the last two souls on the crumbling ledge of an apocalyptic facade. Which is actually a kindness. It’s far less manipulative than what he wants to do, press just the corner of his mouth to John’s and kiss him sweetly and hard and hopeless and passionate in the most achingly delirious ‘better than any high ever humanly achievable’ dizzying sort of way.
But instead, Sherlock kisses John as if the world is ending.
Spooky slowly stepped out of his portal onto solid ground. His eyes grew wide like a kitten as his tiny feet touched the ground. Naturally the first thing he did was trip and fall face first on it.
Blackout was just walking, getting some of the cool air. It was nice and cloudy, just how he liked it, when suddenly, a skeleton stepped out of a portal and smacked his face on the ground. Hmm, maybe he could use this skele as one of the random people he has to kiss.
He heads over and bends down in front of the smaller skeleton,
Kissing is okay, I guess. I mean, some kisses are alright. Like palm kisses. That’s a nice kiss. Unfolding a hand and putting your lips in the center of where someone feels the world. Bare shoulder kisses are good, I suppose. Well, neck kisses, too. Well, neck to shoulder and back. Neck kisses, yes. Giggling or groaning, nuzzling or nipping. I like hello and goodbye kisses. Kissing as confirmation. Kissing as apology and forgiveness. Kissing as blunt acceptance. Top of the head, because I like you and want you to feel it kisses. Forehead, because I’m proud of you and think you’ve done well kisses. Nose and chin kisses, just because I can. Surprise kisses. Emotional outburst kisses. Kisses forged in fire and tempered in the rain. Kisses unto themselves. Explosive, exploratory, lip-mashing, tongue-sucking, urgent, consuming kisses. Lush, lustful, long-lingering languishments. A kiss as an investment. Cheek kisses. Blown and caught kisses. Kisses that make you remember something. Kisses that make you forget everything. Ass kisses. Head to toe and every last, single, possible inch kisses. Happy, sad and pissed off kisses. Kissing that can be mistaken for nuclear fusion.
Kissing is okay. If you like that sort of thing.