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Not So Cocky - Draco Malfoy x Reader

a/n: this is my almost late submission for asteria's 4k challenge!! congrats to @chokemepansy on 4k followers, and i really hope you like this one-shot!!

my first fics on wattpad were literally harry potter, and so writing this was super nostalgic :) lmk if you're a fan of hp writing because it can definitely become my guilty pleasure!!

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: almost exactly 3.5k

warnings: language, jealousy, fluff

prompts used: "is that new?" + "who gave that to you?" + "not so cocky now, are you?"

sneak-peek: draco is obsessive, possessive, and cocky, and you love it.

all dividers are from @firefly-graphics, they are so gorgeous omg!!

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The first snowfall at Hogwarts lays a thin sheet of white over the rooftops, and you watch each little snowflake fall, almost mesmerized by them.

Most of your Ravenclaw friends disliked snow days; to them, it meant red noses, sniffling constantly, getting hit by snowballs, and having to wear an extra scarf in the library. It also meant mid-term tests and more and more stress that you just couldn’t deal with.

That’s why you spent more time with your Gryffindor and Hufflepuff friends this time of the year; they focused on throwing said snowballs, building snowmen, making snow angels, and, when the snow really piled up, going sledding. Even your Slytherin friends could enjoy the fun of the season, and they made the snowball fights even more epic.

Even though you were still a studious Ravenclaw, you were more popular than you would have ever expected. You were scoring high on all your tests, yet you still had time to watch quidditch matches with your friends. You were the nurse’s assistant in the infirmary, yet you could still go on adventures with the Gryffindors.

“Y/N, will you get down from there!” you hear below you, and you start giggling as you look down. Cho Chang, your best friend and roommate, stares up at you. You had used your bedpost to climb all the way up to one of the higher windows in the room, sitting on the window sill. This gave you a much better view of the snow and how it covers Hogwarts like a pearl white blanket.

“Why? It’s so beautiful up here, I could just gaze at this view for hours. Why don’t I come up here more often?” You smirk at her reaction as she rolls her eyes, already tired of you. “You know you love me,” you add in as she starts collecting the pillows off each bed, placing them on the floor in front of you.

She sighs, cracking a small smile. “Of course I do. If you jump forward just a little bit from the ledge, these should break your fall.” You can see her brilliant mind at work, making sure you wouldn’t fall to your death from the jump. It’s only just 10 or 12 feet off the ground; it probably can’t kill you, but you appreciate the concern. “Okay, go.”

On her signal, you jump down from the window sill. The pillows cushion your fall perfectly as you fall right in the center, and you look at her once you’re on your feet again. “I’m impressed, someone’s been doing their physics homework.” She beams back at you, nodding.

“One less trip to the infirmary, right? Now you’ve got to study for your potions exam, I don’t care how you did on your last one.”

You shake your head, helping Cho pick up all the pillows and put them back where she took them from. “Absolutely not, I am not spending the first Saturday of snow season in the dungeon. Potter and his friends are taking me to Hogsmeade this afternoon. Would you like to come with us?”

She looks at you knowingly, raising her eyebrows. “Potter? What do you think I’m going to say?”

You look confused for a moment before catching up with what she’s implying. “Ohhh,” you nod, smiling a little. “Yeah, that would be incredibly awkward. It’s for the best, I’m sure you’d much rather spend all day trying to get that Pepperup potion to not blow up in your face like it did yesterday.” You smile as you think of how red her face got, from the embarrassment and from the rich color of the potion. You had to guide her down the halls past snickering first years as she held her book bag over her face. You spent hours scrubbing the redness off her face, which only irritated her skin more.

“Oh, drop it,” she mutters, but you can see the smile creeping onto her features. “My face still hurts so bad, but you did help me when I needed you… and I guess I should thank you…”

You smile back, taking a seat on your bed. “You’re welcome, and there’s no need to be ashamed. One little potion explosion isn’t going to ruin your life. Trust me, I’ve been through far more embarrassing moments.” You stand up, sighing as you still see how embarrassed she was. “Okay fine. We’ll go down to breakfast and I’ll help you figure out how to make the potion, but I have a hard stop at one o’clock. Sounds good?”

Cho nods, smiling back. “You’re the best, I wouldn’t be asking for your help if I didn’t desperately need it.”

“Oh, you don’t have to tell me,” you tease her, “I already know.”

Students crowd the Great Hall, most of them eating their breakfast while huddling around the frosty windows. “See, Cho, the snow is magnificent over here.”

“Never said it wasn’t, I just said that you shouldn’t risk your life to see it,” she sighs, sitting down at the Ravenclaw table. “We have perfectly good windows on the ground level.”

“Oh no, Y/N is right,” you hear as you take a seat, and you smile to see Luna push herself into the conversation. “Your dormitory has that cement wall in front of the window, which blocks the view. I was actually the first to climb up there, Padma practiced her levitation spell on me to get me down safely.”

Cho looks at you with her eyebrows raised. “Where did you think I got the idea from?” you smile back, shrugging.

Luna smiles as she takes a bite of her pumpkin pasty. “That’s why I had a scar on my cheek last year. Padma is awful at levitation,” she giggles, glancing around for a moment to make sure the Patil sisters aren’t around.

“That’s for sure. You need to lighten up a little, Cho, we only have a few more years left here. Where else can you get free crumpets every morning?” you smile at her, taking one from the basket. “Let’s just eat on the way to-”

“Where are you off to, Y/N? You didn’t even say hello,” you hear from behind you, a pair of hands resting on your shoulders. Blaise. Usually, you’d be disgusted, but you were used to the boy behind you by now.

Blaise Zabini had been chasing you since your first year at Hogwarts, and you never were really able to escape him. The game of hard-to-get you’d play with him was exhausting, and somehow he never let up.

Frankly, you didn’t really care much for him. Yes, he was sometimes kind and was probably wealthy, and he was one of the most handsome guys at Hogwarts… but he could be an outright prick to your friends. Especially your muggle-born friends.

“None of your business,” you mutter with a small smile, but you can tell he would just ignore what you were saying.

“I don’t know about that,” he responds, and you feel a cold, thin chain slide against your neck. “I got you a present, I’d love for you to wear it this morning at the quidditch match.” You look down to see a bright green gem resting against your chest, held up by the necklace he clasps in the back. “Don’t you love it?”

You smile, still confused. “I do,” you say back, trying to sound convincing as you twirl the gem in your fingers.

“No reason… it’s just beautiful, isn’t it? Thought of you when I found it. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, watching him saunter out of the Great Hall. “We are not going anywhere near that quidditch match,” you tell your friends once Zabini is far away, too far to hear anything you could say.

You walk with Cho down to the dungeons to see Professor Snape, a crumpet still in her hand. Reaching the door of the potions classroom, you notice it’s open.

“Come in.” Snape is just around the corner, oddly in his classroom on a Saturday. To be fair, you’re there on a Saturday. “What do you ladies need from me?”

You inch Cho further into the classroom, rolling your eyes at her fear of Snape. “Good morning, professor, Cho and I were just going to practice the Petterup recipe we did yesterday, I know she can get it perfect.”

He nods, looking up from the paper he was reading. “Very well. I’m sure with your help, it won’t be as disastrous as last time.” He eyes Cho, who blushes a bit. Almost as if it was on cue, she accidentally drops the crumpet into a nearby pot filled with an orange potion. The substance boils over instantly, spilling out and onto the floor. Snape sighs quite loudly, clearly annoyed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go grab some towels to clean up. Start gathering the ingredients, I’ll help you in a moment,” you tell Cho, making your way back out the door.

“Storage closet, just down the hall on your left,” Snape mutters, focusing on his paper.

You listen to Professor Snape’s instructions, getting closer and closer to the Slytherin common room. You open the storage closet, grabbing a few white fluffy towels before closing it. When you do, a familiar face suddenly appears.

“Malfoy!” you jump, gasping as you drop the towels in your hands. He laughs hysterically at you, grabbing the one towel at his feet and letting you do the rest.

“You scare so easily, that’s quite fun!”

Malfoy could be an even bigger problem to you than Zabini. Though they both had the same mind sometimes, treating you the same way, Blaise was working off of practically nothing. You couldn’t deny the way Draco made you feel, butterflies in your stomach whenever he would have a long conversation with you. And he knew that; boy, did he! He could tease you all day if he wanted to.

You sigh as you close the door to the closet, looking at him. “What exactly do you want?”

Instead of answering you, his eyes trail down your chest to the emerald. The one Blaise just got you. “Is that new?” Before you say anything, his hand reaches to touch the gem. He plays with it in his hand, just as you had fiddled with it earlier.

“Yes, it actually is. Isn’t it pretty? I held it up to the light earlier, and…”

“Who gave it to you?” You look into his eyes, seeing him staring right back into yours. He’s serious, and you can feel him practically pulling on the necklace.

You tug the gem out of his grasp as you hold the towels in one hand, slowly backing away. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” The potions classroom is just a few doors down, I just need to…

He rolls his eyes, moving towards you faster than you had anticipated. “I very much would like to know, why don’t you just tell me?”

“Because it’s a secret, just let it go,” you counter, backing up more. You could see the fire in his eyes, the way his eyes almost bore into your skin.

“Just. Tell. Me.” His voice drips of jealousy, and you can’t help but smile.

You sigh. “Fine, but don’t get too upset. Blaise gave it to me this morning at breakfast, he said-”

“Blaise?!” His eyebrows raised as he stopped walking. “What, is he your new boyfriend now?”

You roll your eyes, holding the towels tighter. “Shut up, Malfoy, you know he’s not! He’s your best friend anyway; if he was, you should be happy for him.”

Draco looks as if he could hunt down Blaise, if given the chance. “If he was a true friend, he’d stay away from my girl.”

“Your girl?!” you echo him, looking as though he had slapped you in the face. It felt like it, too; his words stung as soon as they left his mouth. “Absolutely not, you can’t just pretend like you own me.”

“I’m not pretending.” He loves to get you angry, and he can see you unravelling before him. “You’ll see, we’re meant to be together.”

You roll your eyes. “You cocky prick. This isn’t over.”

“Where did Y/N go? The closet isn’t that far,” you hear Snape tell Cho. Your eyes widen as you turn and start to run, the gem hitting your chest a few times. In that instant, you run into the classroom.

“Sorry Professor, Draco was just helping me with the towels,” you explain when Draco enters behind you. His eyes go wide as he sees Snape looking at him, and he quickly hands you to the towel. “You’ve got to get to the quidditch pitch, the game starts soon,” you remind him.

“Right. I’ll see you there, Y/N,” he teases, heading out of the room rather quickly.

You turn to Cho and see her station covered in red liquid. Again. “We’re making progress,” Snape utters. “She learned how to move out of the way this time.”

You spent the entire morning with Cho trying to perfect the potion, and, finally, she made a mixture that wouldn’t blow up in her face. It made smoke come out of her ears when she tasted it, and it cured the sore throat she had told you about earlier.

Bidding Professor Snape goodbye, the two of you rushed down to the quidditch pitch to watch the match. It was Slytherin versus Gryffindor, a rivalry that was entertaining and exciting every time one could watch it.

The quidditch pitch, like everything else, was covered in a thin layer of white. The snowing had halted, but the snow-covered ground made for a fun match.

Taking a seat in the Ravenclaw stands, you look up at the players. You eye Blaise waving at you from near one of the hoops, catching the Quaffle and instantly tossing it into one of Gryffindor’s hoops. They were now up by 140 points, so close to being completely in the lead.

You turn your head to see Draco and Harry Potter neck and neck, whirring around the stadium. The golden snitch flickers right in front of them, both of their hands outstretched to try and grab it. You notice how close Draco is to grabbing it, and you decide to toy with him a little. You had bet on Gryffindor winning, and you weren’t about to lose “Go Draco!” you yell as loud as you possibly can, figuring he wouldn’t be able to hear you from so far away.

But he does.

He perks his head up, hearing you shout for him, and Harry takes the lead in their chase. Just when Draco tries to catch up, a bludger hits him right in the side of the head.

You don’t hear much from the crowd when it happens. They’re more focused on the Gryffindor goal that just was tossed into the hoop. Cheers from your section filled the arena, but you didn’t see Draco get back up. “I’ll be right back, Cho,” you tell her, setting down your binoculars and running down the steps.

You reach the edge of the arena, slipping through the Slytherin tent. Draco lays on the snow-covered ground, almost unconscious as he groans in pain. “Y/N, is that you?” he asks, coughing a little.

“Draco! Are you okay? Can you hear me? What the hell happened?” You run to his side, picking him up just a little and making sure he’s partially upright.

He seethes in pain, shaking his head. “No no no, don’t do that, that hurts.” His eyes open as he looks at you. “Why’d you cheer for me?”

You smile a little. No, you are not about to be honest with him. You are not about to tell him that you were trying to distract him so Harry could get to the golden snitch first. He could pass out at any second, and you realize he might not remember what you say. “Because I’m your best girl,” you explain, and you see him crack a smile before closing his eyes.

“Yeah you are,” he mumbles as his body goes limp in your arms.

You look up, hearing the rest of the arena cheer. “Gryffindor seeker Harry Potter has just found the Golden Snitch! This puts the Gryffindor team in the lead, 350 points over Slytherin’s 330 points. Gryffindor wins!” Thankfully, Draco couldn’t hear that.

Calling over Madame Pomfrey, you make sure Draco is on the stretcher headed to the infirmary. As everyone comes down off the bleachers to celebrate, you eye Harry, Ron and Hermione coming towards you. “You ready to go to Hogsmeade, Y/N? It’ll be a celebration for that amazing win,” Hermione says excitedly. Yeah, a win that you caused.

“Oh I’m sorry dear, Y/N needs to stay with me,” you hear Madame Pomfrey say as she ensures that Draco is strapped on tightly to the stretcher. “She is my assistant, after all; this is the worst injury we’ve had in a while and I need all the help I can get.”

You look at Hermione as she frowns a bit. “Okay, no problem. We’ll miss you, Y/N, but we’ll see you later.” She walks off, smiling as she takes Harry and Ron towards Hogsmeade.

Madame Pomfrey takes your arm, bringing you with her towards the infirmary. She wheels Draco’s stretcher along in front of her, and you gaze at his closed eyes. You hadn’t meant to hurt him, just distract him for a moment. It wasn’t your fault the Weasley twins were such good beaters. You’d won the bet, but at what cost? “He’ll be alright, won’t he?” you ask Madam Pomfrey, not taking your eyes off him.

You can feel her smile. She has been like your mother away from home, someone kind yet honest to spend your spare time with. She wouldn’t lie. “Yes, of course, it wasn't our first bludger-to-the-head incident, far from it. He just needs some rest and care over the next few days, but he will be up and playing in no time.” You smile at that, relief washing over you. He might be cocky and stubborn, but he would be okay.

A rustle of the sheets catches your attention, and you look up as Draco starts to sit up. He groans from the pain, holding his head as he lays back down.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” you smile as you walk up next to his bed, and a smile forms on his face when you come into view. “How are you feeling, a little better, I hope?”

Draco just beams up at you for a moment as you apply a hot compress on his forehead. “Thank you, I’m feeling much better. You really are a good nurse’s assistant,” he adds on, and you smile at that. He had made fun of you for getting the job, saying that you’d never work hard enough to be good at it. Now here you are, and he has offered you praise.

“Not so cocky now, are you?” you tease back, and he rolls his eyes when you keep your hand on his forehead. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy this Draco, but you’re just a bit off. I love the way you get jealous and rather cocky, I-”

“You love me,” he breathes out suddenly, and your eyebrows raise. “I didn’t think you even cared for me at all but I can see it in your eyes… you love me,” he smiles.

You press the hot cloth on a few more places along his face before pulling it away, setting it down. “You really think so?” you try to stay confident, not wanting him to see through your facade just yet. “Keep dreaming, Malfoy.”

“But you said it,” he argues, reaching his hand up to grip yours for a moment. “You said that you were my girl, you said it on the quidditch pitch.” Shit. He remembered. “Don’t tell me that was a lie, that was the most sincere thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“So what if it wasn’t?” You move your hand out of his grasp, standing up to get a few bandages for his face.

He sighs as you come back, unwrapping a few bandages and starting to patch him up. He reaches his hand up, yanking the necklace Blaise had gotten you right off your neck. You gasp as you try to stop him, but he’s far from stopping himself. “Then we’ve got to let this prick know that you’re my love, not his, not anyone else’s. Here.”

He shifts a bit as he reaches his arms back, taking off a medallion that had been around his neck. “What’s this?”

A smile takes over his features once more, and he silently puts it around your neck. “The Malfoy family crest. Wear it with pride, because I love you.”

a/n: like, comment, reblog, and/or give me your feedback!! love you all, have an amazing night x <3

— CHERRY RED.

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: it's the hottest day of the year, your air conditioning is broken, and all you and your roommate slash best friend slash crush have are a box of cherry flavored popsicles and months of pent up sexual frustration each other

warnings: smut. smut smut smut smut lots of smut and, oh yeah, smut! praise kink, (mild) dom!peter, fingering, (brief) dry humping, ice play? popsicle play? also swearing, no use of a condom because mc is on the pill but use protection y'all. best friends 2 lovers, college roommate au

author’s note: inspired very much so by the sudden increase in weather :) my first time writing smut btw so apologies if it's bad, let me know what u think and happy reading angels! ♡

“Oh, you have got to be shitting me,” you practically yell in the middle of the freezer aisle, wincing when you spot the concerned face of a mother covering the ears of her toddler.

The apologetic look you offer her quickly turns sour when you notice the mother-daughter duo is the reason for your outburst. The reason you’re about to tear off the door to the grocery store freezer and snap it in two like a graham cracker.

They took the last box of lemonade popsicles.

You fight an internal debate, the dehydration from today being the record-breaking hottest day of the year almost swaying your decision not to snatch the box right out of the toddler’s hands, before reluctantly picking up the cherry flavored ones.

Oh well, you think, at least your roommate Peter gets his favorite flavor. It's a little hard to look on the bright side however, when your jeans are sticking to you from perspiration, clinging on like a second skin. Those, and the ill-chosen long sleeve shirt, are the reason you practically run to the self-service checkout counter in a hurry to get home.

You're just about to scan the box of popsicles when your phone dings with a notification.

spiderboy [14:44] bad news

you [14:46] pls don't tell me it has anything to do with our ac

spiderboy [14:46] ...

spiderboy [14:46] ok i won't tell u

you [14:46] parker

spiderboy [14:47] yeah our ac is broken

spiderboy [14:47] can't get a repair guy in til tomorrow

spiderboy [14:47] also we're out of ice

you [14:48] FFS.

you [14:48] i'll get some ice but istg if theres only one bag and that snotty little toddler has it i'm throwing hands

spiderboy [14:48] sorry WHAT.

Grumbling to yourself the whole way, you grab some ice from the thankfully abundant collection in the freezer and get out of there in record time. The ride home is so suffocating that once you get home to your shared apartment you barely spare Peter a glance, tossing him the bag of ice and popsicles.

"Hey," you mutter, having to look away from the sight of him in his black tank top, showcasing his arms. The image of his biceps flexing as he catches the frozen products with his eyes closed - spider-senses obviously - just spurs you to walk even faster to your room.

"Where are you running off to?" he asks, frowning slightly as he gets up to put the stuff in the freezer before they melt in your ac-less apartment. "Come hang out, I'm bored."

Fanning yourself, you laugh at his childish tone. "I need to change out of these clothes. They're like a prison. I only wore them 'cause they made my ass look good this morning."

You see him take a peek at your ass as soon as you say this and you roll your eyes before shutting your bedroom door.

"That they do!" he yells through the door and you slap a hand to your mouth to stop the snorting laughter from being let out, knowing he'll hear the unattractive noise with his heightened senses.

It's times like this, you think as you strip down to only your panties (no way in hell are you wearing a bra in this weather), that you're grateful to be in the know about Peter's biggest secret. Having been his best friend since the early years of middle school, it was only expected he confided in you as soon as he was bitten.

Now you're both in college, he's still Spider-Man and you're still the ordinary human best friend that's hopelessly in love with him.

Yeah, that one may have been a recent revelation, but what can you do! You've always had a little crush on him, but having lived with him for the first two years of college, not only are you even more aware of how insanely attractive he's gotten, but due to his increase in one-night stands since school, you're also aware of your... feelings. Particularly jealousy.

The flirty nature of your friendship definitely does not help matters.

You ponder the fact you've both had dates and flings and the like since high school, strongly alluding to the idea you and Peter will never be a thing, with a sour face as you throw on the least amount of clothing you possibly can - fuck double standards! If men can parade around shirtless in the streets, then you can wear the same tank top and shorts you've had since high school damn it!

Emerging from your room feeling only slightly less like a melted stick of butter, you immediately catch Peter's eye and he chokes on the chilled water he was previously chugging down.

You furrow your brows as he gives you a once over so slowly that you almost regret the outfit choice. And then you remember it's the 21st century.

"Don't give me that look!" you scoff, pointing an accusing finger at him. "If you can wear a tank top without a bra then so can I!"

He swallows and clears his throat, asking you hoarsely, "You're not wearing a bra?"

You raise a brow and fold your arms.

"Is that an issue?"

He splutters and his gaze dips down to your chest for a split second. "No!" he yelps, looking away to stare determinedly at the TV screen. "And stop making me sound like a misogynist, you know I'm all for freeing the nips and all that."

You laugh at the very true statement as you walk over to the freezer, bending over to forage around for the cherry popsicles. Your mouth twitches as you hold back a smile when he goes silent.

"I can feel your eyes on my ass, Peter."

"Wh- I was not looking at your ass!" he insists, and when you turn around to throw him an accusing look - and one of his favorite cherry popsicles - you see that he's scowling. "I wasn't. I was just noticing your shorts."

"And my ass, but whatever," you sing-song under your breath. "What about my shorts?"

Collapsing on the couch right next to Peter, you prop your feet onto the coffee table, facing your roommate to prompt his answer. "Nothing, I just... Aren't they the same ones you would wear 4 years ago in gym class?"

"Precisely, my web-headed friend." Grinning at Peter's growing scowl at the nickname, you unwrap your popsicle, tasting the lip-numbing treat while he does the same. "God, I've been sleeping on these. They may just be as good as the lemonade."

"I think you mean better," says Peter, pointing the bright red stick of ice at you. Sticking your tongue out in response, you snatch his water bottle and it's your turn to scowl when he chuckles. "Your tongue is bright red."

"It's the latest look."

You lean back, pressing the water bottle to your neck and moaning at the cold, frosty relief. The plastic soon becomes warm from the heat of your skin, so you eventually just unscrew the lid and pour tiny amounts of water directly onto your skin.

"Oh my God, that feels so good." Peter shifts in his seat and you glance at him to see his jaw gone slack as he stares the water bottle like it's offending him. You feel heat crawling up your neck and it definitely is not due to the heatwave. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"I literally feel like I'm watching a porno and I don't know if I would rather be the water bottle or you."

His words make your stomach jolt, but you hide it with a scoff, chucking the water bottle at him. Peter may have been bitten by that radioactive spider years ago, but his ability to catch things without even looking still bugs you to this day - pun intended. "Since the other way around is physically impossible, unless your powers allow you to transform into inanimate objects, you can be me."

Shrugging, Peter finishes off his own popsicle and you shudder at the way he bites the ice so quickly. Your own popsicle is still completely intact.

Speaking of your own popsicle, you decide to bring your focus back to that and pointedly ignore his own moans of ecstasy at the chilled water dripping down his neck.

If the heatwave doesn't kill you, this definitely will.

Since the sensitivity of your teeth won't allow you to bite, the artificial red of the popsicle that's bright enough to rival the red of Peter's Spider-Man suit starts dripping down your hand. Too preoccupied with licking the melted juice before it ruins your couch, you barely register the pause in Peter's own ministrations with the water, instead his eyes focusing on the way your tongue pokes out to catch the sticky liquid.

You lick a long stripe up the popsicle and hear a faint groan coming from your best friend. Ceasing your own movements, you try not to blush.

One thing you've noticed in the last few months is that Peter hasn't had a single girl over. Not that you're complaining, but it's surprising since he once confided in you that not only were his senses heightened, but... other things too. Thus, you can't blame him for probably being turned on by you right now.

He never had the same girl over twice, though. You selfishly did not mind this at all. Not that it would make a difference, you think, shaking your head to rid yourself of any ideas and focusing on your slightly disappointing popsicle.

Sighing, you glare at the stick. "This was good for like two minutes, but I'm still hot."

Running his eyes over your body like he did when you first stepped out of your room, Peter cocks his head. "You wanna try something?"

"What?" you ask, narrowing your eyes in suspicion.

He rolls his eyes at your dramatics, plucking your popsicle out of your hand. "Trust me?"

"Well, you are my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man," you point out, pretending think about it.

"Exactly, now shut up and close your eyes."

Doing as he says, you wait in anticipation.

After a good five seconds, you're about to open your eyes and ask Peter what's taking so long when you suddenly feel the icy cold wetness of what you assume is your cherry popsicle, running across the top of your chest.

Gasping at the cool sensation, you don't even have time to properly react before Peter licks the liquid off your chest.

You can't hold back the shudder that contradicts the normal bodily reaction you should be having in the middle of a heatwave, partly due to the fact your best friend just licked you, and partly due to the fact his tongue is surprisingly cold - presumably from the popsicle.

"Oh," you gasp, eyes flying open when the popsicle travels to your neck. Despite knowing what's coming next, you sharply suck in a breath of air, your hand automatically threading into Peter's hair as he laps up the red juice, taking longer this time to bite and suck at a particular spot on your neck. He chuckles when you whimper for a second time, his warm breath scorching your skin. "I-I don't think this skin-to-skin contact is particularly effective. Especially when you run like a radiator even in winter."

"Want me to stop?" Peter mutters, his hand coming up to play with the waistband of your shorts and your brain starts fogging up. That doesn't stop you answering him though.

"Don't you dare," you practically growl and you can feel Peter's smirk against your neck. He pulls away and ignores your noises of protest, but instead of moving away completely, he runs the popsicle across your jaw and up to the side of your mouth.

Painfully slow, Peter licks the trail of liquid from the bottom of your jaw and stops right next to your lips, so close that you can feel his eyelashes tickling your cheekbone. "Peter, please," you moan, breathily, your hand sliding down his neck to grip at his bicep.

"Fuck," he groans under his breath and sits back in his seat, but not without pulling you up and over onto his lap, flush against his chest as he throws the popsicle onto the coffee table. Your lack of bra makes you even more sensitive and it doesn't help that you can feel how hard he is through your shorts.

Your whimper is immediately swallowed by his lips as he seals your mouth with his own, kissing you with enough intensity to literally set you on fire - as if the heatwave wasn't enough.

Peter tugs you closer as he kisses you until you're seated right on top of his clothed erection and then the worst happens. He grips at your hips and pushes his own upwards, making you gasp and he takes this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Continuing his assault on your lower lip as he nibbles and sucks until you're certain it's swollen, you grow more and more frustrated when he's stopped moving. You pull away for breath, feeling lightheaded.

"Why did you stop?" you whisper, still gripping the tops of his shoulders.

Grinning like a kid in a candy store, Peter slides his hands up your legs and annoyingly stops at the top of your inner thighs. "I want you to beg again."

You scoff. "Like hell am I going to beg ag- Holy shit," you whimper, falling forward when he rolls his hips again, just once before stopping. "Okay, please, Peter, please."

"Good girl," he mutters, looking up at you lazily through his eyelashes, but with an intense stare that looks like he wants to eat you. You moan at the nickname and his eyes light up at unlocking this new information before attaching his hands back to your hips and pressing your core against him yet again, until your legs feel like jelly.

"Uh-uh," Peter clicks his tongue, lifting you off of him before you can finish and laying you down on the couch. His hand slides under your tank top and up until it rests just below your breast. "You're not getting off that easily after parading around in those tiny, tiny clothes."

"Oh my God," you groan, arching up into his hand, embarrassingly turned on by him despite no proper physical contact. He leans over you and continues nibbling and sucking on your bottom lip, his tongue swiping over the swollen area every few seconds. "Peter, please."

"Please, what?" he teasingly asks, swiping his thumb across the underside of your breast, but keeping his hand there. "Use your words, princess."

Feeling like you're about to explode, or beat the shit out of your roommate, you tug on his hair in frustration making him groan and chuckle at the same time. The fucker knows exactly what he's doing to you. "Please... touch me already."

"Yes, ma'am." Peter presses his lips to yours again and moves his hand upwards, grabbing a fistful of your breast. You try to stifle your moan but it's impossible when he pinches your hardening nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Shirt, off. Now."

He tugs impatiently at the material and it's your turn to laugh at the scowl on his face. You pull the tank top up and over your head in one swoop and Peter doesn't hold back his groan, a tortured expression on his face. "Fuck, you're beautiful."

"Stop," you laugh nervously, shy all of a sudden as you try and hide your warming face.

"No, I mean it," he deadpans. The expression on his face is as serious as can be and he places his hands on either side of your face to make you look at him. "Forget giant lizards, you're the thing that's finally going to kill me."

"As much as I enjoy being compared to giant lizards, please pick up where we left off."

Peter doesn't need to be told twice. However, before he touches you he grabs the almost completely melted popsicle from the coffee table and grins mischievously as he takes a bite of the iced stick of juice. Throwing it back onto the table, Peter leans forward with the red block of ice between his teeth and runs it around your nipple.

"Shit," you gasp as the ice melts almost instantly, leaving only his tongue swirling around the hardened bud instead. At the same time, his hand moves down and fiddles with the waistband of your shorts. "Off, please, take them off."

Taking your direct commands as a sure sign, Peter tugs your shorts down, taking your panties with them. He swallows roughly and looks up at you, pupils blown wide. "You're so fucking pretty. I mean it when I say your pussy is going to be the death of me."

Growing more and more frustrated by Peters fingers wandering around your inner thighs, but not actually touching where you want him to, you frown at him. "You're a whole lot of talk, Parker. When are you actually going to- Oh, fuck."

"What was that?" Peter asks, his lips brushing against your ear as he finally runs a finger up and down your slit, your arousal making it easy. Your breathing gets quicker and when he slips a finger past your folds and you find your hips moving upwards trying to make his movements go faster. "No words, princess?"

Peter inserts a second finger, allowing you to adjust before adding a third and starting to pick up the pace as your moans and whimpers continue to escape you. His fingers get faster and faster, the palm of his hand in exactly the right spot against your clit which makes your eyes prick with tears as you continue to arch into him. "Such a good girl... You gonna cum for me, baby?"

His words spur your climax to approach even quicker and Peter can feel it coming when you start to tighten around his fingers so he speeds up his movements. The feeling that tugs at you in your lower stomach quickly escalates until it snaps, pushing you over the edge and you let out a cry of ecstasy.

It takes you a minute to calm down and you would believe Peter if he told you that you blacked out for a second. "That was- You were- Fuck. I need you now."

Peter curses lowly at your words as you tug off his tank top, revealing his built torso that you've helped him stich up and disinfect a countless number of times. You fumble at his grey sweatpants, trying to pull them down along with his boxers, but his hand stops you right at the waistband. "Wait, wait. Are you sure you wanna do this?"

If it weren't for the fact that you could see how painfully hard he was through his sweatpants, you would think he didn't want you. Trying not to smile at how sweet your best friend is, you quirk a brow. "I'm definitely sure. Are... are you sure?"

"Are you kidding?" he deadpans. "I've literally wanted to fuck you since puberty hit. And I've wanted to kiss you everyday of our lives since we were 11. Like, romantically."

"You- What?" you choke out the the words, shocked at the sudden confession and unable to hold back the smile this time. "Are you serious?"

"We could continue to discuss my embarrassingly obvious crush on you. Or, you could let me show you by finally letting me fuck your brains out before I literally explode."

"I vote option two, please."

"Smart girl," Peter grins, pressing one more searing kiss to your lips and nipping at your bottom lip before tugging off his sweatpants.

And shit, if he isn't the biggest you've ever had.

"You're going to break me," you moan, one hand gripping Peter's bicep and the other flat against his chest. If it wasn't for his super fast healing, you definitely would be leaving scratches. He smirks as he presses the tip of his cock at your entrance, coating himself in your arousal to ready you.

"That's the plan," he says, determined. And before you can say anything else he enters you, slowly filling you up. The short, breathless gasps that leave you combined with how tight you are causes Peter to groan and grip the side of the couch. You barely register the seat cushion ripping from his super strength, instead focusing on the way he starts moving inside you. "Jesus- fuck, you feel amazing."

His constant praise and his now powerful thrusts make literal tears form in your eyes, your arousal coming back even faster than before. You clamp a hand over your mouth to stop your screams, but Peter doesn't allow this and he removes it, leaning over to bury his face in your neck. "I wanna hear every sound coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours as I'm fucking you."

He emphasizes this statement with a particularly powerful thrust, bringing his hand up to circle your clit with his thumb and you can't help letting out a scream, the tears escaping your eyes as you start to babble nonsensical words. "Don't stop, please, please, please."

"Never," he assures you, panting as he continues thrusting into you faster, deeper and harder, your climax building at the same time as Peter's. "Shit, baby, you're gonna make me cum."

"Me too," you whimper, gripping his back to pull him impossibly closer to you as you let go, having to bite his shoulder to stifle your scream. "Peter, oh my God."

"Let go for me, princess," he murmurs, lips moving against your neck as you finish, his own thrusts starting to slow down and he shudders against you, the only sounds being both of you breathing heavily.

You stay like that for a moment, until Peter's body heat smothers you and you're wishing it was the middle of winter so you wouldn't feel relief when he gets up to shrug his sweatpants on. You watch him do so, unable to move and the sight of you makes him grin like an idiot. You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he's thinking; he just gave you the best sex of your life, the little shit.

He leaves your clothes and his own vest discarded on the couch, lifting you up in his arms bridal style with ease and carrying you into his room. Once he sets you on the bed, he collapses down next to you.

"So, you've had an embarrassing crush on me since we were 11, let's talk about that," you say, using every ounce of strength within you not to burst out laughing.

Peter scowls, but his expression doesn't match the way his thumb is rubbing circles in the side of your hip where his hand rests. "I was thinking we could talk about the praise kink you so obviously displayed."

"Shut up," you scoff, but there's no malice in your tone because he's completely right. "If it makes you feel better, I've loved you for the same amount of time."

"I bet I loved you first," he protests softly, kissing your shoulder.

Great, now you're back to feeling like a melted stick of butter.

"Hm, I'll take that bet. What does the winner get?"

"The winner gets to take his girlfriend swinging across the city," he smirks, knowing he's got you there when you gasp in excitement. Peter is way too protective over you when it comes to his Spider-Man life and swinging across the city is a very rare occurrence.

"I lose, you loved me first, now take me swinging!"

"Yeah, let's wait til you can walk again first."

© earthgirl616 2022.

probably should of specified but i did want headcanons for the eddie + sweet reader! i just cant get over how cute it is and i love your writing

Eddie Munson Dating A Total Sweetheart

headcanons

summary: what it’s like to date eddie munson while being hawkins’ resident sweetheart

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

note: i absolutely love this trope !!

Eddie is absolutely attracted to you because of how kind you are !! You’re always ridiculously nice to him and he really doesn’t understand why.

You’re pretty and popular and everyone adores you and Eddie should hate you, but for some reason he has a huge soft spot for you !!

He can just never bring himself to be a jerk to you when you look at him with that gentle look in your eyes and offer to help him study for his biology midterm !!

When you start dating, you’re determined to show Eddie off, insisting that you love him and want everyone to know it !! It secretly means a lot to him.

Nobody understands why you’re together??

Eddie Munson, who is like 6’4 with tattoos and wears a leather jacket and rumor has it he’s a satanist, with someone who would literally give you the clothes off their back if you asked for them !!

Eddie with that one person who always has homework answers, an extra snack if you need it, and of course they can help you study what time is good for you?

It just doesn’t make sense to anybody?? Especially not Eddie.

He’s actually really insecure about it. He knows that you’re too good for him and he thinks he’s ridiculously lucky that you chose him.

He’s so soft for you, oh my god !! Literally you would never have to lift another finger as long as Eddie’s around !! He wants to do everything for you !!

You’re just so sweet and kind and he wants to baby you forever !!

He totally has a corruption kink

He begs you to teach him how to braid !! He loves when you braid his hair and he wants to be able to return the favor.

If anyone ever said even the slightest negative thing to you, he’s ready to fight. Nobody is allowed to ever be mean to you !!

He loves kissing your nose and cheeks !! He adores the way you get flustered and shy !!

You have a tendency to let people walk all over you or take advantage of you and it frustrates him to no end !!

You’re definitely the mom of the Hellfire Club !! They all love you so much (plus you always have snacks for them).

Dustin, in particular, is very protective of you !! If anyone gives you a hard time, Dustin and Eddie are on their ass so fast.

Eddie looks at you with so much adoration in his eyes !! He just can’t believe that Hawkins’ sweetheart wants to be with him, of all people.

wasted time

Remus Lupin x fem!reader. D/s, daddy kink, degradation, choking, fingering, no aftercare

word count: 1.3k

“Remus” you whine, rolling over onto your back on the male’s mattress. Your head hangs over the side of the bed, watching the boy’s hunched over form from upside down. He sighs, keeping his back to you and his eyes on his textbook.

“What do you want?”

“You to fuck me. And ‘s not a want, ‘s a need.” You retort, dramatic pout settled on your lips despite the fact that your boyfriend can’t see your face. You’re feeling a dangerous mix of goofy and horny, which means you’re doubly desperate for the boy’s attention.

“That’s not true, bun, you can wait.” Remus assures, sounding somewhat beaten down. That gives you hope.

“I can’t” you throw your arms up, your hands thudding against the floor. There’s a beat of silence, Remus seemingly having gone back to reading, and you huff. “Pleeeeaaaaasseee-“

“Alright, alright, fine.” Remus mutters when he can stand your high pitched trill no more, setting down his quill and rising to his feet. She’s easy, he thinks to himself. I’ll take care of her with one quick orgasm and be back to work in 10 minutes.

“Thank you, daddy!” You chirp immediately, sitting up and situating yourself comfortably on the bed. You waste no time in spreading your legs and pulling up the fabric of your skirt, exposing the wet patch that stains the crotch of your panties.

“Remmy, did I tell you what James did in potions today?” You ask, suddenly remembering the funny story. Remus shakes his head as he makes his way over to you, situating himself between your legs.

“I don’t think so, baby- bloody hell you’re wet. Really did need me didn’t you?” He mutters, reaching out to hook his fingers in the hem of your panties, tugging the garment downwards. You bend your legs to aid him.

“Mhm. Told you.” You agree, letting out a pleased sigh as he runs his thumb over your slit. “But anyway, we were making pepperup potion, and he was partners with Sirius.” Remus starts circles on your clit, and is a bit surprised when you don’t let out a soft whine at the sensation like you usually do.

“And when the Bicorn horn powder was passed out Pads dared him to snort it.” You’re already giggling as Remus slides two fingers into you, your amusement making the feeling barely register. His jaw is set as he starts fingering you, just the way you like, and you barely react. “And he did! Can you believe how bloody stupid he is? He couldn’t stop sneezing and coughing, and he was mad at Sirius, as if it was his fault.” You’re outright laughing now as you recall James’s class outburst and the choice words he threw at Sirius. Remus sighs

“Very funny, love.” He says flatly, concentrating on your pussy. He tries to get you back into it, feeling little progress in your wetness or the pulsing of your walls. “Doesn’t this feel good, baby?”

Usually the dirty talk would have you whimpering, but you’re distracted by the crinkle in Remus’s nose as he focuses. “D’you like when-“ he’s cut off by your giggle. He sighs, looking at you with a raised brow.

“You scrunch up your nose when you concentrate!” You exclaim brightly, grinning at the male. He sighs again, still fingering you, growing frustrated with your continued distraction. Usually you would’ve already came by now, yet you barely seem aroused.

“Sweetheart-“

“It looks so cute!” You lean up to poke his nose with your forefinger, “boop!” His eyes widen slightly at the action and he blinks, looking adorably dumbfounded for a moment, and you devolve into a fit of giggles.

“Y/n.” His voice hardens, but still it barely registers as you laugh. Part of him is amused by your antics, and he can’t help the slight grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Regardless, he wants to get this done and over with, so he keeps a bit of that hard edge in his voice. “C’mon, love, y’gotta concentrate-“

“Oh lighten up Remus.” You say as your laughter trails off, rolling your eyes with a smile. Just like that, his amusement fades, his mind instantly reacting to your bratty rebuttal and defiance. He growls, reaching up with the hand not inside you and curling strong fingers around the column of your neck. He’s satisfied when your eyes widen.

“What was that? Hm?” He’s gripping a bit too tightly for you to comfortably answer, letting you know the question was likely rhetorical. “You’re gonna be a fuckin brat now, after I dropped what I was doin’ just to get you off?” He seethes, his tone and irate expression making you whimper. The sound comes out choked thanks to his hand. “Do you really want this, or are you just wasting my fuckin’ time?”

Finally his grip lightens enough for you to sputter out “I’m sorry,” your heart racing at his quick shift into hard dominance. “I want it, daddy, ‘m not wasting your time.”

“Really? Cause it sure seems like you are.” He mutters as he starts pumping the fingers of his other hand, still holding you down to the mattress by your neck. His hard glare turns into a smirk when he feels the new moisture that now pools in your channel, coating his fingertips. “That’s more fuckin’ like it. Daddy just had to get rough with you, huh? That’s what it took to turn you on?”

“N-no, you were mean. Don’t have t’be mean.” You whimper out the feeble argument despite the undeniable surge of arousal that his anger had brought to your lower belly.

“Yeah? I was mean?” He taunts, his crooning voice matching yours to mock you just the way he knows you like. His grin widens when he feels your walls flutter. “Poor baby.” He leans over your body to press a kiss to your cheek before continuing, voice a low, sickly sweet coo.

“The thing is, sweetheart, daddy has work to do. Which means he needs you to be the pathetic little slut you usually are and cum real fast, okay? Can you be a good girl and do that f’me?” He murmurs, nosing along your jawline and leaving soft kisses there.

You nod as much as the hand still around your neck will allow, feeling that coil tightening within you. Remus can feel it too in the tightening of your walls, and he’s thrilled that you’re finally nearing your end.

“Come on, doll, cum for daddy.” He growls, and with that the coil snaps and you let out a whimpery moan as pleasure envelops you. You tremble gently against the bed, your reaction far less intense than the flailing limbs and loud cries of other orgasms, and the whole experience is short and just barely satisfying. But it’s more than enough for Remus.

“Good girl. Nice and easy when your head’s in it.” He murmurs as he pulls his fingers out of you and releases his hold on your neck so you can take in panting breaths unobscured. You watch as he wipes the mess from his fingers onto your inner thigh, replaces your panties over your soaked folds, and flips your skirt back down so it covers you, all with an air of casual impatience, before moving off the bed.

“You’re gonna wanna go to the bathroom soon, doll. Once you can walk steadily.” He instructs, sauntering over to his desk and sitting down. You let out a huff, pouting at the lack of usual coddling.

“Daddy-“

“Don’t even think about it, Y/n.” He cuts you off, turning back to look at you sternly. “I got you off so you’d stop whining, yeah? Just keep yourself occupied, take a nap or something.”

You glower at him, but eventually nod. He turns away from you, picking up his quill. “I’ll give you a real fuck before bed.”

Please stop tsgging your Din stuff under Mandalorian x reader...

who exactly do u think the mandalorian is

REMUS LUPIN | 15:09 ⏤NOT SO SECRET ADMIRER

SUM. : you can't hide your adoration for remus lupin and often end up staring at him, good thing he thinks you're really cute

G. : obvious secret admirer reader ; flustered remus ; reader is adorable but shy ; remus is insecure ; james, sirius and peter being a tease ; fluff

LENGTH : 1.2k

NOT PROOFREAD OR EDITED

The first time Remus noticed you, he thought you were staring at the man beside him instead, boisterously laughing away at a comment James made. It was a common occurance to see cute girls longingly pinning after one of his best friends from a distance because why wouldn’t that be the case? Sirius had the looks, the attitude, the charms, he had everything. And, although Remus was happy for his friend, he couldn’t help but feel slightly tortured over the fact that some who had such a darling look about them fell for such a notorious playboy. 

Before he could stop himself, Remus pointed you out to Sirius, who immediately turned towards you, eager to send a flirtatious wink your way but quickly realised the slight misalignment of your gaze. Following your stare, a slow smirk took over his dashing features.

“Nah, she’s staring at you mate,” Sirius chuckles, relishing in his tall friend’s shocked and flustered expression.

“No way that’s true…” Remus uttered. He hardly gains any attention because of his visible scars, he can’t imagine such a cute girl giving him such courtesy. 

“See for yourself,” Sirius prompts with a subtle nod in your direction. He’s a little impressed by how lost in the moment you were, staring at Remus with such a yearning stare, he feels a little swell of pride in his chest knowing that his friend had such a devoted admirer, “look at her and if you meet eyes instantly then she's staring at you, not me. Bonus if she gets flustered and acts like she wasn't looking in the first place,” 

“Fine…” still in disbelief over the fact that he had an admirer, Remus turned in your direction, confident that you would not react in the way Sirius had described. 

“You’ve got a sweet one there Moony,” Sirius teased, preparing for the usual shove to push his shoulder back but it never came. 

You reacted exactly as Sirius had described and Remus couldn’t believe just how cute you were.

After that small encounter, Remus has noticed you more and more often. It’s come to the point where the other marauders had begun teasing him by pointing you out in the sea of students whenever they happened to spot you.  

“Hey look, it’s your missus, Moony,” Sirius grinned, pointing at you during dinner, “give her some sugar, will you?” 

“Don’t look now but I can see future Mrs Lupin staring at her beloved for the 1000th time today,” James directed Remus’ attention to you staring at him while walking to a class, hugging your books to your chest, “I wonde-'' James began but was cut off when he and the rest of the marauders saw you bump into another student with a squeak. You had been so distracted with your staring that you neglected to look where you were going. Could you get any more adorable?

“It’s your wife, Moony, don’t be shy now and say hello,” Peter jabbed at Remus’ side with a toothy grin, brows jumping up and down in suggestion.

They all deserved being hit upside the head for their teasing but they persisted; they knew Remus had grown a unique fondness for you too and, despite their frequent playful taunting, at some point they worried that Remus would soon grow tired of you but his affection only seemed to grow more instead. Soon enough, they found out that you were a year below them and a Ravenclaw who, naturally, spent a lot of her time in the library studying. 

In support of their friend, the boys sacrificed more time hanging out at the library so that Remus and you could have your moment together. That moment being more like stolen glances from across the room when the other wasn’t looking. 

It started off cute but now it was just pure frustration for all the marauders but Remus.

Clearly there could be something between you two but you didn’t know that you had caught Remus’ attention and Remus was too afraid to confront you himself, his insecurities winning over the obvious fact that you liked him. They did their best to tempt Remus into making a move but he was stubborn and stood his ground; the boys grew terribly close to pulling out patches of their own hair. 

Remus doesn’t ever act on his desires. For a very long time, he has discouraged himself from doing things he wants to do simply because he doesn't think he deserves to be happy. Because he is a monster. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up and he doesn't believe he could be a boyfriend that you so clearly deserve. You need someone present, who won’t keep secrets, who can provide a good future for you and that someone wasn’t him. You’re very cute and your dream-like staring is flattering but Remus couldn’t do something so cruel to you. 

“I’m sure she will understand, Moony,” Sirius reassures as the four of them walk to their next class. 

“Yeah, we don’t care for your furry little problem, and as your future wife, neither would she,” James adds as Peter nods along beside him. 

“Stop it,” Remus demands in a soft tone. He knows they mean well but his decision is final, he’s staying away from you. 

“Ah!” a squeal followed by the thudding of fallen books relays the sudden force that collides with Remus’ torso. The boys notice something far earlier than he did and have jumped away without being noticed, leaving Remus to panic as he realises who you are and what had just happened. 

Immediately kneeling down, Remus helps you collect up your books and other equipment, “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, are you alright?” Remus rambled, his eyes searching your figure for any sign of injury; he knows he’s a big, tall guy and with his infliction had an unassuming strength behind his lanky figure so he was worried. Thankfully you seemed okay.

It doesn’t take long for you to realise who you had bumped into and were forced into a trance as your movements slowed and restored to what you were used to doing - staring at the man of your affections in awe. There’s something about Remus Lupin that draws your eye. As a prefect, he’s already well respected and carries a dignified air about him that contrasts endearingly to his soft appearance. 

He’s really pretty and handsome, so much so that his scars never take away from his looks, instead the marred skin adds to his unique charms. You adore how smart he is, you love his smile, love that he smells like chocolate whenever he walks past, love the way his hands look when he’s reading a book - you adore him. But you’ve always been too shy to confront anyone and that included Remus, so you settled for keeping your distance and admired him from afar only. 

Now that you were forced into such an innocuous but incredibly intimate interaction with him, you don’t know what to do. You let him guide you back up to your feet and hand you back your small pile of books. He’s smiling at you and saying words you couldn’t hear because you were just so enamoured. 

“You’re really pretty…” you whisper with admiration in your eyes and love in your voice, realising too late what you had said aloud and running off in embarrassment, desperately uttering your apologies as you go. 

With the tips of his ears glowing red, Remus stares off at your retreating figure with a soft smile on his lips.

‘Maybe I should ask her out…’ 

A/N : remus is too pretty for his own good, ami right or am i right?

NAVI. | PART 2

Kiki's Delivery Service Latte! ✨

This is my fav ghibli film!

“We were always calling ourselves the ‘Scooby Doo’ gang, like we were Daphne and Velma and Shaggy and Fred.” — Maya Hawke

STRANGER THINGS 4 + Scooby Doo

Hot take but girls who have a yellow aesthetic and play ukulele, keep succulents in their room and talk about saving the bees aren’t “cringy” They’re just happy or trying to be happy. You guys are just assholes.  

ALL DONEE THEYRE ALL DONE!! took me forever to do them all because i was busy x_x but i have all of them up on my redbubble as stickers if u wanna get them!