Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗅.𝖻 - 𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇

                          *requested* *modern au*
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Drivin' on the right-side road, he says I'm pretty wearin' his clothes, and he's got hands that make Hell seem cold

Enzo was sat behind the steering wheel, one hand on the wheel, and the other on your thigh. Your short dress was flowing in the wind, but the sweater you were wearing  - his sweater - kept you warm. He rubbed soft circles on your skin, glancing at you through the corner of his eye. "You look rather pretty in my sweater," he smirked, and you flushed, turning to face him. 

Feet on the dashboard, he's like a poem I wish I wrote, I wish I wrote

Grinning, you lifted your legs, crossing them as you rested them on the dashboard. He chuckled from beside you, his grip on your thigh tightening. You watched him as he drove, observing the way his brunette strands fell over his hair, the way he was dressed as though he stepped out of a 1990's movie, and the way he wouldn't move his hand off of you - your British boy. 

And he laughs at all my jokes, and he says I'm so American

Though he kept his eyes on the road, the two of you were bursting with laughter at your attempts to make jokes with him. "God, you're so American," he sighed, an obvious tone of humour in his voice. You laugh, "I'm assuming you didn't mean that in a good way." He turned his head to you momentarily, "Take it as you wish, love." 

Oh, God, it's just not fair of him, to make me feel this much

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you, with only the hum of the breeze and the roar of the engine to be heard. You took the time to soak in the moment, admiring him. That was when you felt the butterflies in your stomach, roaring to life with just a simple look at him. It wasn't fair, you thought, the amount of control he had over you. 

I'd go anywhere he goes, and he says I'm so American

You laughed under your breath as you thought of how you'd follow him all around your college, and he'd repeatedly call you his 'American Girl'. "Something funny, love?" He asked, glancing towards you. "Nothing," you replied, smiling. 

Oh, God, I'm gonna marry him, if he keeps this shit up, I might just be in lo-lo-, lo-lo-, lo-lo-, lo-lo-lo-lo-love

You guys stopped on the side of the road to stretch, and he walked over to your side. Swing the door open, he smiled, "For you, love." A blush rose to your cheeks as your gaze met his, and you found yourself thinking - if only momentarily - about marrying him. "If you keep this up, I might just fall in love with you." You chuckle, although you were being serious. "That's the plan." He whispered in your ear, shutting the door behind you and entwining his fingers with yours. 

God, I'm so boring, and I'm so rude, can't have a conversation if it's not all about you

Back at university, you were sat with your best friend, a short silence falling between the two of you. "He's so gorgeous," you breathe out, resting your head on your palm. Your friend rolled her eyes at you, but you kept talking, "He's just so tall, and handsome, and perfect and-" Your friend cut you off, "Oh my god, is he all you're ever going to talk about?"

The way you dress, and the books you read

"It's just in the way he dresses like he comes out of an old poem, and oh, he just reads all these old romances and books and he's just so beautiful. It's unfair, really." You whine, frowning. 

I really love my bed, but, man, it's hard to sleep when he's with me, when he's with me

That night, you were in his dorm, with him sleeping. His head was lying on your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist as his body laid - mostly - on you. But you found yourself wide awake, admiring him as he slept, his soft snores amusing you more than you thought it would. It seemed impossible, at that moment, to tear your gaze away from the sleeping beauty that was your boyfriend. 

And he laughs at all my jokes, and he says I'm so American

The two of you were sat on a bench with your friends, sharing jokes and old memories with each other. His arm was tightly wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him as you guys talked. You made another joke, and the rest of the group groaned in humorous annoyance, but Enzo just laughed and kissed you, "God, you really are my American Girl." 

Oh, God, it's just not fair of him, to make me feel this much

The rest of your friends saw visibly as you flushed when he pulled away, your gaze still on his for a few moments before the two of you looked away. You fixed your gaze to the table, trying to calm down your heartbeat after he'd managed to accelerate with a simple kiss.

I'd go anywhere he goes, and he says I'm so American

He got up, and within a flash, so had you. Your best friend looked at you in awe, her brow raised in a 'really?' way. You shrugged casually at her, before lacing your fingers with his and walking away with him. 

Oh, God, I'm gonna marry him, if he keeps this shit up, i might just be in lo-lo-, lo-lo-, lo-lo-, lo-lo-love

He held you in his arms as he rested against a pillar. He looked down at you, his gaze never leaving yours. "God, you're so beautiful," he murmured, and you smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You really want to make me fall in love, don't you?" You asked, raising a brow. "Is it working?" He chuckled. Pushing yourself onto your toes, you pressed your lips against his, kissing him for a few moments, his grip on your waist tightening, before you pulled away, "It might be."

I apologize if it's a little too much, just a little too soon, but if the conversation ever were to come up

Sitting in your dorm, the two of you were talking when you suddenly got the urge to ask, "Do you love me?" His mouth fell open slightly, and you immediately felt embarrassed, "No. Don't answer that. I'm sorry, I know we've barely been dating for a year and it's too soon to ask but I just-" He cut you off, taking your hands in his, "Darling, take a deep breath, and let me talk. I know it's only been a year, and I get why you asked. The answer is yes, I do love you. Yes, I am in love with you." 

I don't wanna assume this stuff, but ain't it love?

You smiled, staring into his eyes and you knew - or you thought you knew - how you felt about it. You thought it was too soon to assume, but you believed you were right. 

I think I'm in love

I think I'm in love, you thought. "I think I'm in love with you," you breathed out, and you watched him smile. "Well I sure hope you do, because I've been in love with you for a while now." He said, and you chuckled, leaning forward and pulling him into a tight hug. 

Okay, stop it, come on, ah

That night, as he laid asleep in your arms, you thought back to the conversation that you two had earlier. I love you, you repeated over and over in your mind, your attention fixed on him. As though he could hear it, he tightened his grip around your waist. Shaking your head, you forced yourself to snap out of it. "Take a deep fucking breath." You sighed under your breath, telling yourself to stop. 

You looked back down at him, and yet again, you found yourself falling even harder for him. 

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it is a bit short but i didn't want to keep repeating verses! <33

i am open to any other song recs for any other boys x

love,
M <3