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woes of a prefect — cedric diggory

prompt: cedric diggory x female!reader

request: do u mind writing a cedric x reader where they’re both prefects and they bump into eachother when leading the first years - the kids are surprised to find out that dating someone from a seperate house is fine

please refrain from plagiarizing my work. requests are always open!

“Follow me, please—excuse me, that’s the wrong way!”

[Y/N] sighs to herself for what must have been the hundredth time since the opening feast ended. This year’s first-years are proving to be especially difficult—even more so than usual. The tiny eleven-year-old Gryffindors keep trying to go down different corridors despite [Y/N] leading them at the very front of the pack.

She grits her teeth before forcing a painful-looking smile. “Everybody,” she says in as patient a tone as she can muster, fighting the urge to throttle the mischievous first-year at the back who keeps trying to leave the group. “If you don’t follow me, you’ll end up getting lost inside the castle—and we have trolls and vampires and ogres who will not hesitate to eat any lost first year they stumble upon.”

The first-years gasp in fear simultaneously. One of them starts crying, but [Y/N] only briefly pats the bawling little girl on the shoulder before ushering them up the stairs. “That’s it, come on—excuse me!”

One of them—the same particularly devious boy from before—breaks away from the group and bounds down the stairs they had just ascended. A domino effect ensues; the other first-year Gryffindors catch sight of him, and apparently the sight of his defying the rules has given the others the courage to follow suit, because the rest of the first-years—save for the teary-eyed girl—bound down the stairs after him.

Frazzled, frustrated, and incredibly bewildered, [Y/N] stands at the top of the staircase for a moment, stunned as she stares down at the first-year Gryffindors now back in the Great Hall corridor. She wonders, briefly, if her prefect badge will be taken away if she uses the incarcerating charm on all of them so she can levitate them up to Gryffindor tower herself.

But then, as though the heavens have taken pity on her, help comes in the form of her boyfriend.

A group of baffled-looking first-year Hufflepuffs have arrived at the scene. At the very front of the pack stands Hufflepuff prefect Cedric Diggory, looking just as bewildered as the seemingly better disciplined young Hufflepuffs behind him. [Y/N] can’t blame them; the sight of eleven-year-olds prancing around the Great Hall corridor after the opening banquet when they’re supposed to be in their common room is certainly one to behold.

Slowly, Cedric pries his gaze away from the rather comical scene to look at [Y/N], who has now regained control of her senses and is rushing down the steps down into the Great Hall corridor in pursuit of the rampaging first-years.

Admittedly a little amused, Cedric approaches [Y/N], his own group of first-year Hufflepuffs trailing after him obediently. [Y/N]’s Gryffindors thankfully haven’t gone very far; at present, they’re currently clustered around a large painting of Godric Gryffindor, eyes wide with childish mirth as they poke at the canvas, much to the bafflement of Godric Gryffindor himself.

“Blimey!” exclaims one of them. “That’s one old-looking bloke!”

“That’s Gryffindor, stupid. He founded our house!”

Bewildered, Godric Gryffindor stares down at the group of eleven-year-olds clustered around his portrait. “How may I assist you, young—ow!” One of the first-years had taken out their wand and jabbed his belly.

[Y/N] rushes forward and places herself between the first-years and the portrait, effectively blocking the enraged Godric Gryffindor from view. “Alright, that’s enough!” she announces, giving each of them a stern look. “If any of you lot keep this behavior up, I will physically—”

“Oookay!” Cedric says loudly, cutting her off before she says anything she might regret. Mumbling “hold on a second, you guys” over his shoulder to his group of Hufflepuffs, he walks over to [Y/N] and the rowdy first-year Gryffindors.

“Woah!” one of the Gryffindors cries out. “You look like my uncle!”

They all start giggling. Cedric meets [Y/N]’s gaze and she grimaces, mouthing “get me out of here”.

Cedric’s lips tug up into an amused grin as he nods. Turning to address the Gryffindors, he says in a playful tone, “What do we have here?”

A flurry of excited chatter bursts from the group as they all try to reply to Cedric. The closest one to him exclaims, “We were looking at all the portraits! We don’t have ones as big as those at home!”

Cedric peers down at the enthusiastic little girl who had chimed in. “Really?” he says, smiling. “Well, me neither. Wicked, aren’t they?”

Another burst of eager assent from the tiny Gryffindors.

“But you’ll have plenty of time to look at them everyday,” Cedric says, nodding solemnly at them. “For now, you lot have to go into your common rooms—and rest assured there are more fascinating things to look at there. Alright?”

There is a momentary lull as they seem to consider this, but eventually, they all shrug and nod, turning back to face their own Gryffindor prefect. [Y/N] gapes at Cedric incredulously as though saying how? Cedric merely shrugs, although he looks smug.

“Okay,” she huffs, shoulders slumping in relief. “Let’s get going!”

Thankfully, this time, they all trail after her. She pauses when she passes by Cedric to swoop in and plant a brief kiss on his cheek. “Thanks, Ced,” she whispers to him, offering him a smile of gratitude.

“Don’t stress yourself too much, love.”

“WHAT!” the first-year Gryffindors exclaim in unison. One of them blubbers, “You two are.. together?”

Taken aback, [Y/N] and Cedric turn to face them. The looks on their childish faces give off the impression that someone has insulted their mothers. “Yes?” [Y/N] replies uncertainly, looking at Cedric out of the corner of her eye. He looks like he’s fighting back a laugh.

“Like boyfriend and girlfriend?”

She nods slowly, wondering where this is going and dreading it.

“But you can’t!” another tiny Gryffindor boy with auburn hair says. “You’re from different houses—you’re enemies!” [Y/N] stares at him, looking genuinely baffled. This is not how she imagined her first day back at Hogwarts.

Mouth opening and closing as she struggles to find words, Cedric once more comes to her rescue. “Just because we’re from different houses doesn’t mean we have to be enemies,” he says gently. [Y/N] is surprised at how much self-control he has; personally, she feels like tugging her hair out. “Aside from the competition for the house cup—”

“And the Quidditch cup!” pipes up the same auburn-haired boy.

“Yes, the Quidditch cup—aside from those, there’s really not much rivalry between the houses,” the Gryffindors stare up at Cedric in awe. “You’ll find that there’s a whole lot of inter-house friendships going on around here.”

“And relationships,” [Y/N] mutters, pressing a palm to her forehead.

“Wicked!”

“Do you guys kiss?”

“Yuck!”

Before the Gryffindors can get any more invested in the topic, [Y/N] claps her hands together and ushers them up the stone steps. “I’ll tell you all about inter-house relationships and friendships when we get to the common room, okay?”

Grinning excitedly to themselves, the Gryffindors finally, finally skip up the staircase with [Y/N] in the lead. Cedric goes back to his own group of calm Hufflepuffs, amused as he stares after his girlfriend.

“Alright, let’s go,” says Cedric, leading the first-year Hufflepuffs towards the kitchen corridor, where their common room is.

But when he glances over his shoulder already a few feet away, he sees that the first-year Hufflepuffs are still standing there, rooted to the spot.

Cedric’s brows arch.

One of the Hufflepuffs at the front row says in a timid voice, “Was that your girlfriend?”

Gaping at them momentarily, Cedric lets out an incredulous laugh as he nods and beckons for them to follow him.

But they stay unmoving. The same timid Hufflepuff boy opens his mouth, and with his forehead creased, says slowly, “But she’s in Gryffindor.”

this was the cutest thing omg!! struggling with ikea furniture but finishing a robot in days radiates peter parker energy. and THIS

“you’re about as helpful as one of these instruction manuals...”

i’ll be saying this to people now. thanks for this!!

[ meet your match_peter parker ]

prompt_trying to assemble 🇸🇪IKEA 🇸🇪 furniture together […]

pairing_college!peter x college!female reader

word count_1.1k

warnings_fluff, peter being very dramatic about assembling furniture, possibly some typos and grammatical errors

“so you can save the world on multiple different occasions, but you can’t put together a simple yngvar?”

“wow. you two on a first name basis now? is that how it is?” peter glares at the unassembled pieces of furniture with resentment before bringing the crinkled, abused manual up to eye level. strained eyes try to make out the pronunciation of the bold letters printed across the front page with the taunting imagery of the final product.

“i looked up the pronunciation earlier just to spite you like this.”

“the lengths you go to make fun of me,” he huffs, flipping through the pages again.

“well it’s about time you noticed,” you coo. he shakes his head in disdain, but the smile on his lips tell you otherwise.

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everything you didn’t say — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

summary: reader has secrets of her own. a party at the malfoy manor reveals them.

a/n: i had to rewrite this bc im dumb n my first draft didn’t save which was Very upsetting but anyways i hope you like it :“) 

“Well, don’t you look dashing.”

Draco’s eyes snap up in the mirror.

[Y/N] is standing in his doorway, having somehow opened the door without him noticing. She has one shoulder leaning on the doorframe, arms folded over her chest, eyebrows raised. There is a glint in her eye that Draco knows all too well; that of playfulness, of fondness. One he has long since associated with safety.

He breathes out a short laugh. “How long have you been standing there?” Draco asks, ringed fingers deftly resuming to work on his tie, but he isn’t having much success. He feels far too jittery, and as a result he keeps accidentally knotting it, only to unwind the silk and try again, over and over like some messed up routine.

Watching her through the mirror’s reflection, he sees [Y/N] step into the room. She’s wearing a plain black dress; lace sleeves, collarbones in display, the silver necklace he’d given her hanging around her neck.

“Long enough to find out that you’re a grown seventeen year old who doesn’t know how to tie his own tie.”

Draco still has it in him to roll his eyes, to let out a short-lived laugh. “I do,” he mutters, yanking a little at the fabric in frustration. “It’s just..”

[Y/N] swiftly pads across his room to join him at the dresser, a tiny grin playing across her lips. Standing in front of him, she gently knocks his hands away so as to work on his tie herself.

“Nerves?” she says quietly. The grin on her lips falls slightly as she fixes her gaze on his tie, hands quickly working to loop the loose ends together.

Draco inhales sharply. His palms are clammy, his heart is beating too fast inside of his chest—to say that he’s dealing with nerves would be an understatement.

”You could say that,” he decides, curling and uncurling his fists at his sides. When she looks up to meet his gaze, he tries for a weak smile, if only to quell the storm inside his heart.

”It’ll be fine,” [Y/N] tells him with a pursed smile. She’s done tying his tie. Her hands move to rest on his shoulders, which are covered with his suit jacket. His mother had insisted he wear it, just as her own mother had no doubt insisted [Y/N] wear her dress; it is somewhat of a special occasion, after all, although what they are celebrating is hardly something that neither draco nor [Y/N] feel too ecstatic about it.

”There’ll be drinks,” continues [Y/N] with a lilting tone, thumbs smoothing over the creases of his suit. “And..”

She trails off. There isn’t really much to say.

”Dancing?” Draco suggests half-heartedly.

There is one brief second in which their eyes meet, and both of their lips are already beginning to quirk up at the corners, and then the next they are both breaking out into laughter. And it’s not the kind that hurts your stomach or has you pounding your fists on the ground, but it’s laughter nonetheless—a little rigid, a little heavy-hearted, but it’s just as relieving.

[Y/N]’s shoulders wrack with subtle giggles. “Yeah,” she agrees, nodding. “And I suspect Greyback will be giving a motivational speech.”

Draco feels his lips tug up into a crooked grin. “Hear my aunt might skip out on the party. She’s got knitting to do, you see.”

Both of them let themselves paint a picture inside their head: the infamous, untamed Bellatrix, sitting in a quiet corner with a quilt in her lap, humming a little tune to herself.

[Y/N] throws her head back in a loud laugh, and this time it’s not quite as tense. Draco watches her, laughing quietly on his own, and suddenly his heart doesn’t feel quite so heavy anymore.

He watches as the last of her giggles dissipate, and she is smiling down at her shoes again, and then back up at him.

“We’ll be okay,” she tells him softly, once more reaching out, but not to tie his tie or to smoothen out the creased fabric of his suit, but to card her fingers through his hair the way she knows relaxes him.

Staring down at her—holding her gaze, which is warm and comforting and reminiscent of simpler times, like when she would sneak into his bed at Hogwarts and they would whisper and laugh quietly into the night, taking care not to wake up any of his roommates—Draco allows himself to breathe. To feel like himself again; a boy in love and nothing more.

”Yeah,” he says, closing his eyes, leaning forward to lean his forehead on hers. “Yeah, we will.”

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no but i can’t even think rn i just i’m just i what?? like, look at this:

Y/N intertwines her fingers, and Draco thinks that’ll be the last of it, that she’ll sit nicely and go back to her Potions essay.

But she guides his hand from her lap and brings it to her lips. He doesn’t stop her mouth from pressing a gentle kiss to his bobbled knuckles, nor does he stop her from nuzzling the tip of her nose against his fingertips.

His heart is too fucking full and Draco’s certain he’s never felt this way over a girl doing something so innocently mundane. And yet, he’s struggling to bite down the need to kiss her silly.

HELLO??? this is so incredibly cute i’m malfunctioning

draco’s hands. That’s it. That’s all I have to say for the blurb.

Infatuation. He’s teased her with the word for a while, though she always argues otherwise.

“They’re just pretty,” she’d say.

Draco would roll his eyes and shake his head, lean closer for a kiss and nip her lower lip all while biting back a grin.

His comments didn’t stop her from continuously doing it, though. Didn’t stop her from grabbing hold of his hands at any given moment and fixating on his slender fingers.

Like now, as she settles close to his side in the library. She’s pulled his hand into her lap, toying with the ring on his finger as she rubs softly at his knuckles.

She can’t help it, really. It’s not her fault Draco happens to have the most attractive hands she’s ever seen.

He smiles to himself from beside her, acts like he doesn’t notice what she’s doing, because he doesn’t want her to stop. 

Y/N twists the silver metal, blinking absentmindedly as she absolutely does not listen to a word Blaise speaks from across her.

Draco doesn’t much listen, either. He’s far too busy biting back a smile at his girls obsession and fighting off a fiery blush that threatens to paint his milky skin. 

Y/N intertwines her fingers, and Draco thinks that’ll be the last of it, that she’ll sit nicely and go back to her Potions essay. 

But she guides his hand from her lap and brings it to her lips. He doesn’t stop her mouth from pressing a gentle kiss to his bobbled knuckles, nor does he stop her from nuzzling the tip of her nose against his fingertips. 

His heart is too fucking full and Draco’s certain he’s never felt this way over a girl doing something so innocently mundane. And yet, he’s struggling to bite down the need to kiss her silly. 

Both Blaise and Pansy pay no attention to the little act of affection, though Draco feels everyone’s just seen it. He doesn’t like that -- the idea of others knowing his and Y/N’s affections. 

It’s theirs and only theirs. 

She guides his hand back to her lap where she lets it rest and Draco gives hers a tender squeeze. 

His eyes are full of nothing but pure love and adoration as he stares at her, heart warm in his chest and the thought of her smile alone brings utter peace to his mind and soul. 

She’s focused on something Pansy is explaining but Draco can’t stop looking at her.

She feels his gaze on the side her face, warmth rising across her body and she turns to him, shy eyes and smile. 

Y/N quirks a brow and Draco shakes his head, offering a sneaky wink that only has her insides churning, and the innocent act Draco thought it was, suddenly turns into one of pure filth.

She leans closer, her other hand tracing the length of his fingers as her breath fans across his ear. 

“Can’t wait to feel these deep inside of me later.”

don’t mind me just thinking about riding beefy Bucky for the first time and him getting so worked up and overwhelmed by how good you feel and how stunning you look on top of his giant body

and only after you got off at least once on his face and then twice on top of him he plants his feet on the bed to thrust into you even deeper than you knew possible and he doesn’t show any signs of letting you off of him as he wraps his metal arm around your waist and brings his other arm to massage the skin of your ass, pulling you impossibly closer and filling you fully, ferociously thrusting up into you until you’re drooling and blubbering incoherently, fighting to keep your body up and your eyes open

only then he flips you over and rails you like you haven’t just made him cum more than he thought possible but not even a bit of painful sensitivity could keep him from this new pleasure and he just can’t seem to look away from your face— so beautiful and so wrecked just from using his face and cock— why wouldn’t he keep you like this forever ?

it only encourages him further— you’ve ruined him— he can’t feel or think of anything but you and how well you take him, how perfect your warm walls suck him in and desperately clench around him, begging him not to leave this perfect heaven— his perfect little bunny

kay bye