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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x potter! reader

Warning: suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide, sadness, Draco crying 

Summary: She was Harry Potter’s twin sister but she didn’t get as much attention as her brother. Actually she didn’t get any attention. This leads to her thinking “what if”.

Once again Harry Potter had saved the day but of course the assistance of his twin sister went unnoticed , as usual. Harry Potter was the boy who lived and she was just the unexpected child, the invisible child, the troubled yet cowardly niece. No one noticed her, no one every would. And that got (y/n) thinking some not so good thoughts.

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Video Music Awards - Shawn Mendes x Reader

Warnings: fluffy, drabble

You came to the backstage at the exact moment when he started to performance and at the end of this, you were already crying and screaming, totally forgetting that you were there to make him a surprise.

When the water starts to fall, you fell as if all the air was being pulled out of your lungs. It was a incredible view, of course it was, but it definitely wasn’t better than what he just made with his voice.

You knew now that this one was the greatest performance of his carreer and you couldn’t be prouder, you didn’t need to say anything, the tears in your eyes could tell it by itself.

And when he came to the backstage and saw you, he just freezed. At the first moment, Shawn looked at Andrew that nodded and sent him a grin and then looked at you again. He wasn’t believing that you were there. You were at home, in Toronto, and now you were there, right in front of him.

“Go and give her a hug!” Andrew said taking the guittar off his hands and that’s when Shawn finally rushed, but stopped when he was only a few centimeters away from you.

“I don’t wanna wet you. You’re looking so gorgeous.”

“I don’t care.” You said excitedly and then jumped to hug him very tight. It’s been a couple weeks since you saw each other for the last time. He had been on tour and you were getting ready to start your senior year.

“I can’t believe that you’re here, babe.” He said and you noticed that he couldn’t stop smiling.

“Me neither.” You laughed tooking the wetted hair out of his face, getting on tiptoes to kiss him. “It was your best performance so far, sweetheart.”

“I know! I can’t believe it happened! Feels like I’m daydreamin’.”

“I’m so proud of you.” You murmured, caressing his baby face.

“Oh no, you’ll make me cry.” He said and you could see his eyes getting red. “I love you. Thank you for coming. You don’t have idea about how much does it mean to me. I love you, I love you.” He pulled you closer again, holding you tighter than he ever did.

“I love you too, babyboy.” You pressed a fast kiss on his lips again. “Now go, change your clothes and dry your hair. The air conditionater is on and I don’t want you to be sick.”

“You’ll stay here waiting for me?” He asked with puppy eyes and you could feel the same old butterflies flying in your stomach.

“As longs as it takes.” You said, watching while he excitedly goes to his dressroom. 

Jensen’s youngest sister is going through a tough time with depression and Jensen is determined to help her. This fic features many things that may cause triggers. There will be trigger warnings at the beginning of every part; the two biggest are depression & suicidal thoughts/actions. Graphic made by the amazing @starswirlblitz

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Epilogue

Complete

A word of advice to trans women

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You take the file Natasha’s holding out to you and sit next to her, flipping through it with a frown. “Why are we going to Star City?”

“There’s a growing crime ring there that could turn into a terrorist threat,” Steve explains.

“Who’s Damien Dark?” Sam asks, flipping through his own file. “Sounds like someone out of a comic book.” You snort and look back at the file. It seems that Sam, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, and you are the only ones going on this mission. At least for now.

“He’s most likely the ring’s leader.” Natasha pulls up a picture of him on the projection monitor. “For the past couple of weeks, he’s either been impossible to track or at public gatherings.” She looks over at you. “He’s been at every single one of your boyfriend’s campaign events.”

You swallow nervously when you see Oliver’s smiling face staring up at you from the file. He still doesn’t know that you’re an Avenger, and you’d like to keep it that way for as long as you can. He’s already been through enough; he doesn’t need a superhero girlfriend and possibly an evil overlord locked on him. “Okay, so what’s the game plan?” you ask.

Steve leans forward. “We will be as undercover as we can be in Star City until someone recognizes us, which will happen eventually. We’ll be supporting Mr. Queen’s campaign. Wanda will go through Damien’s mind at each event so we know if he’s guilty and, possibly, what he’s up to.” He locks eyes with Wanda, who’s standing next to you with her arms crossed. “Is that alright?”

She nods with determination. “I can do it.”

The corner of Steve’s mouth twitches up at her words. “All right, we’ll head out in fifteen minutes so we can make Queen’s next event. ”

“Steve,” Sam says, “what about the Green Arrow?”

Natasha and Steve exchange a familiar look that makes you frown. It’s a “we-know-something-that-you-don’t” look.

“We tried to contact the vigilante so we could work with him, but got no response,” Natasha says. “We’re on our own for now.”

“Hey.” You smile, walking up to where Thea stands in the front row of Oliver’s supporters. The younger girl smiles brightly and pulls you into an enthusiastic hug.

“Hey!” she squeals and keeps her hands on your shoulders when she pulls away. “I didn’t know you were in town! Where have you been? It’s been months!”

You sigh. “My job’s kept me tied up in a bad way.” Your eyes flick to where Steve stands at the edge of the crowd, the World War II veteran hat Natasha got him pulled low over his face. His undercover get up sucks, as usual. “In fact, I’m here on business.”

Thea frowns suspiciously. “What kind of–”

She’s cut off as Oliver takes the stage in the new music hall, smiling and waving at the cheering crowd and flashing cameras. “I’ll tell you later!” you yell to Thea over the commotion. She nods and you internally sigh in relief. That will give you enough time to invent a good alibi. 

“Good evening, everyone,” Oliver greets, smiling at the crowd. His eyes move over you once before they recognize you and Oliver’s smile brightens. “It’s great to see you all here.” You can’t help the smile that comes over your face at the way he’s looking at you.

“As you probably know, I am here to support the opening of this beautiful new Star City Music Hall here in the Glades. Earlier this year, it was–”

You feel a tug on your right sleeve and turn your head to see Wanda, her eyes flashing quickly from scarlet to brown. “Wanda, what’s wrong?” you whisper, taking hold of her elbow in case she gets weak. “Wanda?”

Thea leans over your shoulder and gasps. “Hey, is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” you snap and Thea recoils. You wince at your sharp tone and the fact that you responded way too quickly. “This is my colleague. She has anxiety and doesn’t do well in crowds, I’ll be right back.”

Thea nods with concerned eyes. “I’ll save your seat.” You smile gratefully and wrap your arm around Wanda’s waist, half-carrying her to the edge of the crowd and into the entrance of a hallway so you’re partially-hidden. “What’s wrong, Wanda? What is it?”

Sam walks up to you, sporting a red hat and a casual jacket and jeans. He looks at you questioningly and you shake your head. “Damien is here,” Wanda gasps, “but something … Something is wrong. It’s twisted and dark, (y/n). It’s making me dizzy.”

“Do you see anything about him? Anything important?” Sam asks.

Wanda shakes her head. “Nothing. Except …” Her eyes suddenly widen and flash scarlet as her mouth opens into a small, surprised “O.” 

You squeeze Wanda’s trembling shoulder and lean her against the wall. She’s only proving to make you more worried at the moment–You’ve never seen her like this. “Wanda are you okay?”

She whips her head back and forth and continues to shake uncontrollably. You look at Sam helplessly and he gulps, taking Wanda’s other arm. “What do we do?” he asks.

Before you can even think about responding, the floor shakes with the familiar force of a nearby explosion and the sound of gunshots comes from down the hall. You gently lower Wanda to the floor as Sam runs to look at what’s going on. You follow, looking around the corner to see complete chaos.

People are fleeing in all directions, and masked men with guns are firing into the crowd. Oliver is nowhere to be seen, which immediately makes your chest clench in terror. You glance behind you to see Wanda still in the same state as before and are about to run into the crowd when you see a familiar blonde rushing toward you.

“Felicity!” You yell. Running forward, you take her arm and pull her behind cover. Sam pulls out his gun and guards the entrance as you pull the surprisingly-calm techie towards Wanda. “Please watch her, something’s wrong and I have to go.”

Felicity nods unquestioningly before glancing at Wanda and doing a double take. “Is that … ?” Then she looks at Sam’s crappy undercover outfit and even though his back is to you, she puts two and two together. “Oh my god.”

You smile shakily. “I’ll be back.”

Then you rush up to Sam’s side, pulling on your wrist braces as you do and, at his nod, the two of you run into the fray. 

Sam grins, walking towards where Diggle stands on the other side of the lair. “Looks like neither of us really got out of the good fight.”

“Can’t escape it.” Dig laughs and shakes his old army buddy’s hand. He sees Steve standing beside Sam and greets him with a handshake next, nodding knowingly. “Even after a lifetime.”

Steve laughs dryly, and the three veterans look around the room. Felicity, Thea, Wanda, and Natasha are all talking around the computers as Felicity tries to track the terrorists. Wanda has a blanket around her shoulders and is still shaking slightly. She doesn’t know what happened to her at the music hall, only that Damien caused it somehow. According to her, he must have somehow known that she was in his mind.

All of the information she gathered from him was erased like a computer, and you’ve already made it clear to Steve that you’re not letting her do that again.

While the two teams have gotten along well so far, the couple at the other end of the room has been in a silent dispute for nearly two hours. They were silent on the ride to the lair, silent for the first half hour and, finally, they went to the corner to talk and haven’t stopped. Everyone else is doing their best to ignore them.

“So, what’re they usually like when they’re together?” Sam asks, looking away from you and Oliver and back at Diggle. “(y/n) talks about Oliver all the time, but …”

Dig smiles a bit. “They’re great. Oliver’s happiest whenever (y/n)’s in town. I just wish he would’ve told her about his nightly activities before now. And that she told him.”

Steve nods. “(y/n)’s very strict about keeping her identity secret. She’s never told me why.” The three are silent as they all look at the other end of the room. Steve clears his throat. “Well, since they’re a bit caught up at the moment, we should probably discuss some sort of plan.” The other two men agree, and they begin discussing a plan of attack.

On the other side of the large room, (y/n) steps away from Oliver and crosses her arms over her chest. “I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me.”

He holds up a finger and narrows his eyes dangerously. Your heart sinks when he does so; that glare has never once been directed at you. “You have no right to say that to me. You did the same thing.”

“I was going to tell you today after your conference,” you hiss, trying your best not to subdue to his anger. “But then some psychos decided to shoot up the place, so I didn’t really get the chance.”

Oliver’s angry gaze doesn’t falter from you and you sigh, stepping forward and interlacing both of your hands with his. “Look, I love you, Oliver, and I really don’t want this to be what comes between us. We both kept secrets, and we both know everything now, so can we please just promise each other that we won’t lie anymore and move on?”

You pause and look down at your entwined hands. “I already hardly see you in the first place and I don’t want to lose you forever.”

He untangles his right hand’s fingers from your left’s and cups your chin gently so you look up at him. “No more secrets?” You shake your head. “And you’ll keep me updated?”

You nod, feeling the corner of your mouth twitch slightly. “And you’ll keep me updated?” He nods and smiles softly down at you, making you do the same. “Good.”

He grins and releases his hold on your chin and hand so he can wrap his arms lazily around your waist. “So we’re good?” he asks.

You laugh at his attempt to be coy and rest your hands on his strong chest. “Yes, Ollie, we’re ‘good.’”

Still smiling, he leans down and kisses you softly. You grip his shirt just a little tighter and kiss him back for a few seconds before pulling away. The two of you simply sway back and forth for a few seconds, foreheads touching as you do.

“I love you,” you breathe.

Oliver’s chest moves up with a small laugh and you feel his warm breath brush over your face. “I love you too.”

Imagine Draco x Reader

Draco x Reader x Slight!Daddy!Snape

“Alright Y/n your turn, just remember Riddikulus!” Professor Lupin constructed turning to me. I walked up to the cupboard as the professor opened it releasing the Boggart. I stood waiting for it to change into my worst fear. When it did change, I stood stiff, afraid of the image in front of me. There in front of me was the Boggart in the shape of Draco Malfoy himself, his smug smirk on his face. I have be afraid of him for as long as I have known him, which was a while since my father and his are friends. “Come on Miss. Y/n, say the spell and it will go away.” Lupin said with concern as I stood frozen. All the other students snickering behind me, one in particular a sad look on his face that was unnoticed to the other students and myself. I raised my wand towards the Boggart Draco and other Slytherin students that were now pointing at me and laughing. “R-r-ri-rid-d-d…” I couldn’t say the rest of the spell before I broke down crying, “DADDY HELP ME PLEASE! MAKE THEM STOP! PLEASE MAKE THEM STOP I’M SCARED!” I had screamed so loud all the students stopped snickering and stared at me shocked… well all except Pansy Parkinson who said, “What a baby crying for your daddy, and you call yourself a Slytherin, Hufflepuff more like it.” Severus Snape came running into the room towards me. He stood in front of the Boggart to shield me away from it, making it change from Draco and Slytherin students to grandpa. “RIDDIKULUS!” Dad yelled turning Boggart grandpa into a monkey. Dad turned back around to me, his hard eyes softening their gaze on my quivering form. He picked me up in his arms and held me close to his body, rocking side to side while I calmed down bit by bit. “Th-they were laughing at me daddy, I was so scared.” I cried burying my face even further into dad’s cloak. “Shhh, its fine now, they’re all gone.” Dad cooed, he was only this way with me, and he wasn’t afraid to show it either, no matter what the students or other teachers say. “Alright class let’s leave them alone for now. Miss. Y/n take the rest of the day off, I’ll talk to your other teachers for you.” Professor Lupin said as he left the room, the students following close behind. “Except you Mr. Malfoy, I’m going to need to talk to you.” Dad’s voice spoke up. He felt me tense up after hearing that. “Yes Professor?” Draco mumbled walking over towards us. I shoved my face deeper into his chest, trying to hide as much as I could. “I need you to take Y/n back to the common room. I’m afraid I must get back to my class right now and can’t do it myself.” Dad said standing up with me. “No.” I muttered softly into my dad’s cloak, he always smelt like pine trees and maple and it always, every time put me at ease no matter what situation I was in. “Yes sir.” Draco was a little hesitant now that he though I feared him, but that Boggart was just showing my fear of him rejecting that I like him and making fun of me for it. My dad left after that, leaving me and Draco alone together in the room. He took a hesitant step towards me, then since I didn’t move away, he took another step, then another one till he was right in front of me, looking down at me with sad, concerned eyes, no smirk evident on his beautiful pale face. We were betrothed to each other since we were little because our parents were friends and both in Slytherin. “Y/n, what ever I have done to scare you, I am deeply sorry, it wasn’t my intent.” Draco said softly as to not startle me. “Its not what you’ve done, you’ve done nothing wrong, its what you could do that scares me.” I explained coarsely, my throat sore from yelling for my dad. “What are you afraid of love, I’m going to need to know if its in the future since we are getting married.” Draco said cupping my face in his huge palms. For a fourteen year, old he was already well built in more places then one. “I’ve been afraid… no terrified of your rejection since we were little kids. I’ve had a crush on you since I was eight.” My blush could not have been any brighter by the time I was done telling Draco what my fear was. Suddenly I felt soft lips press against mine. My eye widened but then realisation caught up to me and I kissed him back full force with so much passion, I threw my arms around his neck as he had me jump up so that I could also wrap my legs around his waist as well. After a bit, we needed to break apart so we could breath, we rested out foreheads together panting softly, our warm breaths fanning over each other’s face. “Well then I guess I should come out with this now, I love you Y/n since the day I met you when we were four, I thought you were the most beautifulest thing in the world with your h/l h/c, and e/c eyes. You were my diamond in the rough. Always have been, always will be.” Draco explained kissing my nose softly making me giggle. “C’mon, lets get back to the common room, we can spend the rest of the day together in there.” Draco smiled setting me back down on the ground, he took my hand as he leads the way to the dungeons. We spent the day just laying on the couch, him on his back and me on his stomach, we napped until dinner time when Pansy came in the room screeching Draco’s name because she couldn’t find him anywhere and hasn’t seen him since Defence Against the Dark Arts class. She heard Snape ask him to stay behind so she just figured he was off doing something for the Professor, and soon found out how wrong she was when she saw the two asleep in each other’s arms on the couch. “DRACY, WHAT ARE YOUR DOING WITH THAT CRY BABY?! DID SNAPE PUT YOU UP TO THIS, BECAUSE I CAN GO TO HIM RIGHT NOW AND MAKE HIS STOP!?” Pansy had yelled earning a groan from Draco and me. “Quit your yelling you bloody baboon! And stop calling me that, its not my name, nor will it ever.” Draco fired at her, then turned to me kissing my lips making Pansy’s jaw drop. “Come on darling, lets go get some food, I’m starving.” Draco stood up after I got off him, he took my hand and walked out the door. I turned around back to Pansy, smirked, then stuck my tongue out at her. I had his love way before anyone else, and that’s how it would stay for the rest of our lives.

All to real

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