#initial icy awkwardness had melted and we could just be normal people and it was great

[exopelagic]

update I have been in SUCH a good mood today and I love talking to people <3

[dranza]

16th December

Draco x Reader

Slow burn babyyyy!

Word count: 2703

Warnings: talk about shitty parents.

Please let me know if you notice any.

I shake snow out of my hair as I enter the Great Hall, weaving through the kids to locate my usual seat on the slytherin table. Sat comfortably, already tucking into his toast, Draco looks up at me with a cocked eyebrow, “Punctual as ever.”

“Morning.” I groan at him, nudging his arm. 

“Morning Y/N” he returns with a side smile. “What took you so long?”

“Ginny and Ron were having a snowball fight in the courtyard, I got roped into it.” I shrug. 

I’d grown quite close to the Weasley siblings since I moved here and I quickly learned that, as much as they love each other, they are almost always ready to jump at each other's throats. I normally like to stay out of the way but when Ginny used me as a human shield, it meant war. If it wasn’t for Hagrid splitting us up, we would probably still be out there. 

“My hands feel like they're going to drop off, feel this.” I place the back of my icy hand against the pale-haired boy’s neck. 

“What... are you crazy?” He flings his hand up to my wrist and pulls it away. “You’re freezing!” Once he is over the initial shock, he balls his fingers around my hands, gently whispering a charm over them. A rush of goosebumps flow up my arms. The temperature from his hands transfers into mine and in a few seconds my entire body is filled with a pleasant warmth. He finishes the last charm and looks up. His gentle grip lingers around my hands for a few seconds before he suddenly drops them and averts his eyes. An awkward cough escapes him “better?” 

I let out a single breathy giggle and lean my head on his shoulder, “Thanks Dray.”

“Not a problem.” Draco hands me a bowl for my cereal and then reaches over the table for an apple, careful not to move the arm I’m resting on. 

“Y/N” a distinct voice calls out to me from a few feet away.

“Uncle Filius?” I look over, confused, at the short man walking towards me (He rarely leaves the teachers table at meal times). Then I notice the cupcake in his hand, a small flame over the icing. The confusion escapes me instantly. Is he seriously doing this? 

“Happy Birthday Kiddo.” He reaches me with an ear to ear grin. 

I try my best to hide my shock and not get too excited, blowing out the candle gently. “Thanks Uncle Filly.” I can’t quite believe he even knew. It's just that I’ve never actually had a good birthday since my father passed. My mother was always “too busy at work” or had “just received a new lead” so she never had time to find me a gift, most years I didn't even receive a card. My friends at school never realised they missed it. I’ve learned to never have any expectations now. To be completely honest, I’d been so caught up in the christmas festivities, I’d forgotten myself. 

“I must rush back but do have a lovely day Y/N!” Professor Flitwick gives me an awkward side hug and continues back towards the teachers table.

I turn my eyes back to my breakfast to notice Hermione sitting opposite me. “I can’t believe you never told us it's your birthday?” Ginny and Harry stand behind her, matching shocked expressions on their faces. 

“We have to celebrate!” Ginny states gleefully.

“I’m sure we could go out for butterbeer?” Harry suggests with enthusiasm.

“I don't know… would you guys really be up for it?” I ask sheepishly.

“Are you kidding me? We’re always up for a celebration!” Ron pops up on the other side of Hermione, chocolate muffin in hand. “The Three Broomsticks has this brilliant crumble pudding this time of the year, it's the perfect birthday treat.”

I let out a soft laugh and agree to their plans, touched by their friendship.

“You're not going to Hogsmeade today, are you?” A soft voice calls out from the table next to us and we all turn to the pretty girl perching next to Neville. “I read there would be a snow storm, quite inconvenient.”

Harry runs his fingers through his dark hair “Please! The sun is blazing and it's a clear sky. Any snow that set last night will even melt by midday.” 

“We’ll leave at midday then.” Ron bounces his hand off the table. “That's if we don’t get snowed in, right Luna?” he leaves the table laughing to himself.

“I’ll send out an owl to Madame Rosmerta to save us a table for eight.” Hermione pulls out some parchment from her robe and begins writing the note. 

“Eight?” I ask, unsure how she can so confidently say so many people would want to come out to celebrate my birthday. 

“The six of us…” she signals to herself and the small group around her, “And you two.” 

To this Draco’s head shoots up, “Me?” his grey eyes flick left to right to make sure he heard correctly. “I…” he stares at the bitten apple in his hands, “I’m not exactly welcome there anymore.”

Hermione lets out a sharp breath, trying her best to not let the memory of Draco’s darker days show on her face. “Okay, well I’ll sort out someplace else. Let’s just meet in the courtyard in 2 and a half hours.” Her eyes cheekily dart towards Harry and Ginny “Don’t be late.”

“We promise.” Harry dramatically places a hand on his chest.

“We’ll be there.” Ginny nudges him playfully. “In exactly 3 hours, right?” she winks at Hermione and pulls Harry away, the both of them chuckling at Hermione’s exasperated sigh.

I wait for Draco in the Slytherin common room, ready for our day out. I have been to Hogsmeade a few times in the last three and a half months but I can’t hold in my excitement for today. This is going to be so much fun. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I’m really thrilled that it's my birthday. I feel so lucky to finally have people that care to make my day special. It's so foreign to me. I’m basically pacing around the chamber (chewing on mint leaf, after mint leaf) and suddenly I hear a voice coming from the fireplace. 

“Y/N? Are you there?” Hermione pokes her head through the fire. “I can’t believe this is happening, but Luna was right. A snow-storm has literally blocked everything.” 

“I’m suggesting we just apparate but  apparently it’s too dangerous.” A fiery red head pokes next to Hermione’s. 

“Eugh,” she shoves him to the side and continues “It is too dangerous in this weather! And anyway, no one can apparate in or out of Hogwarts. I’m sorry.” She gives me such a genuinely sad smile, I can’t help but feel the need to comfort her.

“It's ok, we can’t control the weather.” I tilt my head like I’m convincing a child. “Don’t worry about it.” 

Harry’s voice shouts from behind her “Ginny is bringing the flu powder from her room and we’ll all be there…” 

“Unfortunately that will not be permissible. All students will have to remain in their own respected dormitories until the storm has passed.” Professor Snape interrupts in a low voice from behind me. 

“But…” 

“No ‘buts’! You must remain in your own dormitory until further notice.” and with that, the head of Slytherin house leaves to inform the rest of the students of the new restrictions.

“This is such a bother.” Hermione frowns deeply, a calculating look on her face, trying to figure out some way she can get around it.

“Don't worry about it . Seriously, it's no bother at all.” I attempt to sound as convincing as I can.

“We’ll make this up to you. I promise.” and with a sweet smile she leaves and human/fire returns to being just a fire.

I sigh, annoyed that I let myself get so carried away. Obviously it wasn’t going to be a good day. It never is for goodness sake. I know this. I decide I’m going to spend a lazy day in bed and get away from the rush that is now forming in the dungeon common room. I mindlessly walk through the corridors and turn a corner only to crash into someone’s chest. I take in a sharp, startled breath and a woody scent accompanies the oxygen through my nose. With a lean arm clasped around my waist and a hand gripping my forearm the man stops me from falling. I look up to meet a familiar cheeky smirk. 

“Careful Y/L/N!” Draco lazily unravels himself from me. “Where are you rushing off to?” 

“My birthday is cancelled. The Universe can’t give me one good day. The weather hates me. So I’m going to lay in my bed and stare into nothing for the rest of the day.” I dramatically hold my arms up into the air and try to continue on my way but Draco takes a side step and obstructs me.

He lets out a soft chuckle. “Ok, The weather doesn't have emotions (You know that!)...” He raises his eyebrows and brings his head down to my eye level. “I will be personally having a word with ‘The Universe’ to get its act in check for you later tonight, and as for your Birthday. It is not cancelled. That… is actually kind of impossible. Only your plans have changed.” He fixes his back and shrugs nonchalantly. “You and I could still do something?” 

“What could we possibly do, stuck in this bloody dungeon?” 

“Just follow me.” and with that he carries on down the corridor and turns a few corners into places I have never even thought about going down. “Alohomora.” Draco turns back at me with a side smile as he unlocks the door and walks through it. I follow him into a small chamber, confused as it is nothing special until I notice the window. The top half of the glass reveals a beautiful view of the snow and the bottom half is submerged under the lake. Although not many creatures are coming up to the surface because of the storm, I spot a little horn-backed squid and a group of silvery fish. I look over to Draco, my face beaming in delight. “This is amazing! I can’t believe you’re only just showing me this.”

He scratches at the back of his head and points towards the top of the window. “It’s obviously a much better view in spring and summer, you can see all the way to the moorlands and there are so many different creatures in the water. It’s alright, isn't it?” He does his classic impressed, upside down smile. 

“It's perfect.” I whisper as I climb onto the window sill. I notice Draco open a cupboard on the other side of the room and pull out a small bag, from it he pulls out a chocolate frog and holds it up as an offer. I cock a brow at him. “Are you serious? Who knows how long that's been there.”

“About 2 weeks.” He states flippantly as he comes up to sit next to me. “My father told me about this place, I usually come here to study when I want to be on my own.” He hands me the chocolate frog and pulls out a liquorice wand for himself. Chewing it, he leans his head back against the cold window and turns to me. “So, why is it you never actually told us it’s your Birthday today?” 

“Err, honestly I didn’t really remember myself.” I continue to look out into the lake and quieter I add. “Also, I guess when for the last however many years, the 16th of December is just a day that emphasises how much people don’t actually care about me, it can be easy not to talk about.” I try to give a convincing smile (like it doesn’t bother me) but it doesn't work. 

“I recognize that. Although people around me always give me gifts and letters on my birthday, it's clear it's never for ‘me’. They do it to prove a point to my parents or to make themselves look impressive. It's more a statement about themselves.” He looks down and wipes some dust off the bag. 

“We’re a sad pair, aren’t we?” I let out a deflated laugh and slip a mint leaf out of my pocket into my mouth. 

“We should change that. You can carry on from today, a new, happy, 17 year old woman.” he lifts his liquorice as if he is holding a drink and making a toast.

“Might be a little difficult as I’m only 16.” 

“What? That doesn't make sense at all!” He leans his head away from me, trying to get the whole of my body in his view, as if I had some clear visual way of telling my exact age. 

I giggle at his confusion. “McGonagall put me forward a year at Hogwarts because I had already done the 6th year spectrum at Durmstrang. I’m sorry, I thought you knew.” 

“I didn’t.” An impressed smirk takes over his face. “Graduating a year early? You're not just a pretty face then, are you?” 

I playfully slap his arm, distracting from the blood I felt rushing into my face. “Oh shut up Dray!”

We continue in comfortable conversation for the next few hours. Only sometimes stopping to point out something in the window or picking out another snack from the bag. At one point we fall to the ground laughing because Draco is demonstrating a new quidditch move he’s learning and ended up looking like he was doing some strange animal mating ritual. We don't realise how much time has passed until Professor Snape walks into the room. 

“Dinner is being served in the common room if you wish to eat. I also inform you, should you wish to sneak off into one of the unauthorised rooms again please let someone know, it would save me having to search every room in the Slytherin House.” with a flick of his robes he left the room as quietly as he entered it. 

Draco and I stand in silence for a few seconds and then burst into laughter. “We should go.” I say when we calm down and start exiting the room. 

“Wait…” Draco’s voice pulls me back. “I kind of have a present for you. It’s not anything special because… well… I didn’t have much notice. But, I remembered I had this from years ago.” He goes back to the window sill where he had removed his outer robes and from the pocket he reveals a small pot. 

Taking it from his hand I read the label.

‘Sensuale Pingunt Nigrum’ 

I look up at Draco in disbelief, “What? How?” Shaking my head I push it back into his hands. “I can’t take this.”

“You don't like it.” He mutters the statement, barely audible.

“No… I… It’s beautiful but it’s so rare and expensive, I can't take this from you.”

“Please, it's getting wasted just sitting in my old stuff. I know it's cheeky re-gifting (my Aunt got it for me when I turned 12) but it just reminded me of you.” He holds my hand tight around the pot of paint.

“Draco…” I’m speechless. This paint is so rare, it changes consistency and shade based on how the painter feels. 

“I don’t know. If you don’t like it you can j…”

I cut him off by leaning in and planting a delicate kiss on his cheek, his skin warm against mine. A few strands of his blond hair brush against my eyebrow. “I love it. Thank you Draco.” I stand on my tiptoes and wrap my arms around him, I feel the tension release from his body and his long arms fold around my waist. We stand like this for a few seconds and break away in an awkward giggle. 

“Dinner?” I suggest, pointing my eyes to the door. 

“Yes! Err, after you.” He nods.

I smile as I walk towards the common room holding the paint tight against my chest. This is definitely a day I will remember.

Thankyou so much for the support recently, it has been really suprising! Hope you liked this little snippet. 

Here is a link to my masterlist if you want to read anything else I’ve written. 

[minnie-marvel]

Ice Cream Run (Peter Parker x Reader)

When you catch Peter outside your apartment nearly in tears and wearing what looks like a ridiculous pajama set, you decide that there can only be two people that could help him: two buddies named Ben and Jerry.

Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 1342

A/N: i literally named this gif i saved ‘DON’T YELL AT HIM YOU MONSTER

This was a request from my beautiful, spectacular, sickeningly sweet @holland-haven SHE JUST RECENTLY WROTE ME A REALLY CUTE SPIDERMAN FIC CALLED S’MORES BY STARLIGHT!!! Check it out yall!!

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Peter Parker was left on the street with nothing but the cheap tourist clothes that hung on his body. He stared at the grimy concrete sidewalk that was covered in gum and old papers. Tears threatening to leak out of his eyes, stinging and watering all at once. He felt his teeth clench together and his lips press tightly, trying to hold himself back. He suddenly looked up from the ground, mentally readying himself to step inside and make sure May didn’t murder him on top of everything else that he’d lost today.

You were sitting on your apartment steps just a building over, your lips parted only slightly threatening to call out to him. That was Peter, wasn’t it? You two didn’t go to the same school together because Peter was practically a genius and you were just average but you were neighbors. When you were younger you’d practically force him to play some sort of ridiculous game that you would make up on the spot constantly, but ever since middle school things had just gotten distant. You didn’t let it bother you, after all, this was all just hormones. Peter had gotten super busy with his new school and his Stark internship so since then you just hadn’t seen him around. But now he was practically screaming for help.

He looked upset… maybe you should just leave him be. It had been so long since you two had talked it was probably going to end up super awkward. But goodness… that look on his face. It was as if someone just tossed their puppy out in the backyard for the night for chewing their shoes. He just didn’t deserve to look that sad. 

“Hey, Parker!” You shouted from the steps causing his neck to snap towards you his entire body jerking in surprise. 

“Oh Y/N… what’s going on?” He asked sniffling himself quickly trying to regain his composure so that he could speak to you like a normal human being.

“I’m bored out of my mind!! Come on let's go on a snack run!” You encouraged jumping off your steps. Now that you were closer, you could clearly see his red eyes probably fresh from crying. 

“I don’t know, I should probably get back to Aunt May… she’s waiting for me and she’s already worried enough,” You saw him look up at his apartment window glumly. 

You bit your lip. “It’ll be quick I promise,” You said sincerely. “I just wanna talk you know? We never see each other anymore,”

He took one last sad glance at the window before turning back to you. “Just for a few minutes alright? I really have to get back to May,” he said. You nodded beginning to walk to the corner. “That’s all I need.” 

The first minute of your walk was left in complete silence. Maybe Peter needed that too, a moment to collect himself before he could have the chance to cry again.

“Okay Parker, you know that we’re friends but I’ve gotta ask,” You said motioning to his hello kitty pajama pants. “What the heck happened to you?”

“It’s… a long story…” Peter said through tight lips before taking the lead across the street to head closer to the bodega. You nodded. Obviously, this was going to be harder than you initially thought.

“How’s genius school huh? I bet you’re like the top student there nerdface,” Did you really just call him nerdface??? When he was crying like two seconds earlier??? Goddamnit Y/N, have some respect for the kid! 

“It's fine but….” He heaved a heavy sigh. “Nevermind.”

“What? No!” You shouted taking him by the arm. “Parker… I know this is like super weird and awkward because we don’t see each other often and I’m not a super genius like you but…I can at least tell when someone’s got something important on their mind.” You looked up at him trying not to let yourself cry at the sight of his own tears.

He looked like he was the complete epitome of sad. The skin around his nose and eyes were blotchy and red his eyes were still practically watering. His posture was slacked as if he didn’t care if he got run over, hands stuffed in his pockets and back slouched. His hair was a mess and you thought you saw some slight bruises on his arms.

“You’re not getting bullied again are you…?!” You asked the realization setting in. “Did someone force you into that?! Oh god, Peter should I call the police?? I bet it was that one kid… what’s his name Ftalz?? Farts??? Whoever that little shit is I’m gonna roll up into mid-tech and lay waste to his skinny ass-“

“God Y/N, I lost the internship with Stark!!!!” He shouted finally running his hands through his hair in a craze. He tugged at it quickly sucking in sharp loud breaths trying not to break out in another sob fest.  “Is that what you wanted to hear?? You happy that you have me all figured out?!” He screamed now. You could feel the bitterness of his words in every sentence. You saw that there wasn’t any real anger behind him although…just…sadness.

“Hey hey hey….” You said suddenly softer than ever. “I’m sorry Parker I just… shit. I know I can be a busybody, I just wanted to make sure you were good…” You muttered. You stood in front of the bodega with him the pale blue flickering lights scattering across your faces while the night continued quietly. Everything felt delicate and intimate, and you knew that you needed to be careful at the moment. 

“Let’s get some snacks and then if you want, we can talk about it?” You pulled him into the store with you heading straight for the ice box that sat in the corner of the building. You slid the box open and fished inside your fingers dancing across each cold treat with a bit of excitement. If ice cream didn’t cheer up Peter you didn’t know what would.

“They’ve got Cherry Garcia,” you coaxed shaking the ice cream tub gently in front of his face. He only gave you a nod looking around the store seeming lost. You grabbed a tub of cookies and milk ice cream before paying for your sweet icy treat.

“Let’s just chill out and eat some ice cream okay? Nothing a good ole tub of Ben and Jerry’s cant solve!”

The two of you walked out of the store and you handed him his Cherry Garcia. He slowly took it in his hands staring at the small offering before speaking up.

“Listen Y/N… I’m sorry if I was out of line it’s just….its been a hard day.” He confessed. The ice cream was cold almost to the point where it stung at the tips of his fingers but he only clenched it tighter. “With the internship gone I just…”

“Hey,” you interrupted him as you walked together. “I know this is probably a lot for you to handle right now Parker… I just, I want you to know that even though I’m not with you twenty-four seven… that I’m here for you, you know?” You felt your feet stop in front of your respective buildings. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything about what happened today if it hurts too much. I mean the wound is still fresh after all,” You shrugged.  You felt his expression relax only a twinge. It was obvious that trying to explain everything was a huge stress to his demeanor.  

“Thanks, Y/N… for everything.” He said lifting his tub of ice cream in front of him as if he were to say cheers.

 “I should probably just… head into my apartment before Aunt May murders me but… really,” He turned back at you again the sincerity in his gaze could have melted the ice cream in your hands. “Thank you.”

“No problem Parker,”You felt yourself smile. “And hey, if your aunt doesn’t kill you after whatever happened you should swing by the steps and we can properly have our little ice cream date!” You snickered heading up the building stairs.

“Yeah, thanks Y/N… w-wait date???”

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