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[maraudersmyloves]

plsplspls can we have poly!rosekiller and reader is sad so her boys find her and just cuddle her and r so cutee aghhh

im sorry but requests are currently closed, please send it in again when my blog says it's open as im currently working off all the requests i allready got

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i BEG of you to write cute love letters for Theodore nott

this took a while for some reason but here you go!!

[maraudersmyloves]

Could you write a fluff about James who is absolutely in love with the Readers curly hair? Like he just loves her brown curls when they covers her face when she sleeps or when it covers his when they cuddle

He loves playing with your curls

He twirls strands in between his fingers while you sleep or just relax

He does your hair as an excuse to feel it in between his fingers

He loves massaging your head on wash day and doing your hair routine for you

You often complain about not knowing what hairstyles to do so he started saving every hair style he sees that he thinks would look cute on you

So now when he hears you sigh from the bathroom he's jumping and pulling out his phone

"i saw this a few days ago and it would look so good on you, baby"

Sometimes they're a bit hard or complicated to do so he has you sit down so he can do it

He doesn't want your arms to end up hurt and he doesn't mind

It's definetly a learning curve tho

the first few he did for you looked awful but he slowly got better and faster

gets weirdly jealous when other people touch your hair

Like your friend is helping you get some small leaves and flowers that got tangled in your hair out and he's pouting

"I could've done that, love"

he loves it when he wakes up and your hair is tickling his face

Especially cause it smells so good

Which means he gets to wake up and immediately be hit with you all around him

Sadly he only ever gets that experience when you forget to wear your bonnet

So, he finds sneaky ways to have you fall asleep on top of him without it

"i just wanna cuddle for a few minutes" *turns on asmr that has you falling asleep within seconds*

He just loves cuddling you and waking up with you in his arms

[maraudersmyloves]

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OMGGG

note: inspired by @lionasvault diner!jj x deer!reader ! <3

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being a single mother with a rafe camerons child was never easy.

the little girl hung on your shoulder giggling as she held onto you, and you tried to hide the squeezing pain that you felt in your heart. she knew nothing about her situation completely obvious. 

you were a kook. all through, the short bikinis, strutting upon everything you owned, winning pageants, and academic awards. it was your life. you were a soccer player on the side of it all, a crazy defender. you had enjoyed your life, knowing that you were going to marry someone. 

rafe. 

that's who the person was going to be. the sweet boy who gave you roses on your anniversary, telling you was better than any kook girl he had met. and it was all fun and games, sneaking away to be with someone older, someone bad, someone playful and someone who treated you "well." it helped that he was kook too, smug about his place in the world, and a callous hand dragging you across to show you around at parties. 

school ended on a good note for you, and you headed to university, with high dreams and a cute boyfriend at that. sure he was brooding, sure he was mean, sure he dropped notes about you not needing a higher education because you were wife material. but your parents had told you to go and be independent. 

so that's what you were doing. now, escaping from his clutches, a six-month-old baby girl gurgled at you as you tried to ignore the unfamiliarity of the whole new place you had rented. it was a cute town you thought, the little painted signs, and you found yourself staring at the flat. your landlord's little painted key felt warm in your hand, and you found yourself tearing up. 

finally, you set down your small brown suitcase, willing yourself to be stronger. willing yourself to look at the bright side of things, the fact that the apartment had 1 room for the two of you, and the fact that the sink had pretty roses on it, and the fact that you were finally free. 

you gazed back at your baby, her sleepy smile, as her eyes blinked and when it found a familiar face - gurgled with happiness. you felt as if your heart was going to burst with happiness, and with that, you decided that you should explore the town

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the town was better than you thought it would be, there was a small ballet studio across the street, meek book stands nearby, and a farmers market that sold you the ripest strawberries known to mankind. so yes, when you saw those strawberries you bought a carton. immediately your baby girl made grabby grabby hands, and you smiled down at her, brushing a curl of hair away from her face. 

"what, baby? you want one too?" you cooed, before giving her a red strawberry. she squealed before taking a big bite out of it, mushing it in her claw hands, giving you an inquisitory look. you sighed, and continued to push the stroller. 

jj's diner. 

that's what it read on bright rusty red letters, it was colored a gorgeous gray, and the glass windows showed a homely setting. grandparents sat with one other, sipping on coffees, you watched kids take big bites out of syrapy pancakes and stripes of bacon. this was a scene to beyond, and you couldn't help but yearn for it, as you opened the door of the diner. 

a sweet smell wafted by, as if fresh blueberry muffins had just been made. it felt like home, like a safe space, and before you knew it you were dragging in your stroller, and sitting down near the window. finally you found yourself smiling with joy as you looked down at the laminated plastic menu. 

"i'm jj, what can i get 'cha?" a gruff voice muttered, and you pursed your lips before looking up. it was a guy with dirty blonde hair, a backward hat, and white tee with what looked like mustard to you? "c'mon mama, i don't got all the time in the world." 

he looked at you pointly as if annoyed. the name 'jj,' seemed to flash in your mind. that was the diner's name? this was his diner, wasn't it. clearly they were short on staff. 

you flushed quickly, and you picked up your menu, "yeah i'll take the pancakes? extra syrup, and maybe some..." you crinkled your nose before looking at your baby girl who had a menu in her mouth, giving you a gumless smile "can i have mashed banana?" 

he looked baffled, chuckling while putting a hand on his hip, "mashed bananas? i don't serve that." once again you felt like an idiot stammering out your words. finally it was as if he looked at you properly, your creased clothes and messy hair. you had been up all night worrying about this move. 

he shook his head, and then swiped a hand to pick up the menus, "yeah. it's alright. mashed bananas and pancakes. got it." and somehow when he gave you that half smile you felt your heart lift up. 

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by the end of the trip to the diner, you had gotten up to clean your hands asking a kind lady to look after your baby for a second - and when you came back jj was sitting next to your baby cooing. 

he gave you a confused look when you came back, as your baby chewed on his finger, giving a delighted shriek. you found yourself trying to figure out what was happening. 

"she yours?" he asked, and you gave him a quick nod before trying to pull her into your arms. you avoided his gaze. you didn't want him to say anything about it. after all, you had enough people judging you. 

instead you zoned on your baby who gave a final cry before letting you pick her up. she still reached her chubby arms for jj's, eyes welling up as if she was going to cry. 

you sighed, "really sorry about this. i know it's not okay." 

jj looked at you again, reaching for his hate before waving his hand to console you, "nah. i don't mind." 

you gave him a tightlipped smile, and then put your baby in your stroller to head out, "thanks for everything." 

"don't mention it." 

somehow you felt as if you had made a friend. 

[maraudersmyloves]

ziffernblatt sounds retarded

isn't that a slur or am i just stupid cause what

[maraudersmyloves]

I feel like it's so obvious in this that English isn't my first language cause why tf is it called a clock dial instead of a Ziffernblatt. It's lowkey making me mad. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy this

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Pairing: James potter x reader

Warnings: throwing up, not taking care of yourself, cursing, some angst

Word count: 1.7k

Disclaimer 1: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

Disclaimer 2: Third part is coming cause I'm really dragging this out at this point (It makes sense don't worry)

Sypnosis: The aftermath of losing your boyfriend and best friend leaves you in shambles

"Distance 2". :☆｡ﾟ. ────

part one

This morning you woke up with a feeling of dread you haven’t felt before and a throbbing pain in your head. You dreaded going down to the great hall, filled with people and food. You dreaded the thought of classes and having to see James and his Friends. You dreaded having to get into the shower and get ready with a pounding headache accompanying you.

For a second you debated just not doing said dreaded things, but you couldn’t allow yourself to wallow. No, you refuse to be affected by some boy's opinion of you. Who cares what he thinks? You were going to get shit done.

Now, you’re sitting on the bathroom floor near Potions throwing up the Breakfast you forced yourself to swallow. Your scalp is itchy because you decided to put off showering for just another day and you think some of the puke is hanging in your front pieces. It’s disgusting and you feel just as disgusting as the spit running down your chin. At least the worst part is over, the feeling of knowing you're about to throw up and racing to the toilets while gagging is something you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy. That’s a lie. Still, it’s awful.

 Your grip on the toilet bowl tightens before you sigh and stand up to flush away your breakfast. You watch as the pieces of dry bed disappear before leaving the stall to wash your bare face. You don’t look in the mirror to not see the mess you must look. The dry-shampooed hair in a loose bun instead of the slick back you would’ve gone for if you had had more energy. 

You barely slept and must look like it. You blink back tears and straighten your back, about to turn around and leave when the door flies open to reveal a panting and panicked James. He stumbles inside and searches the bathroom for a second before his eyes meet yours. His whole body relaxes as he steps inside and lets the door fall closed behind him. “Are you okay? I heard you were sick!” 

He beelines towards you and grabs your face to check for a fever. “You’re fine right? Do you need anything? Let me help you, please?” His Hands are colder than usual but feel amazing against your hot, tacky skin. He smells like grass and his shitty hair gel that doesn’t do anything to control the frizz of his curls. You step back, bumping into the sink that’s still behind you. “I don’t need help.” 

He frowns and scans your face causing you to lower your eyes in embarrassment. He must be disgusted. You hear him sigh disgustingly soft and you feel hot tears stab at your eyes. “Let’s get you to the Hospital wing. Come on, love.” His voice is soft and pitiful. It makes you want to run away and hide forever.

Go somewhere you’ll never be tricked into loving, trusting someone. Somewhere you don’t have to hear his soft voice or look at his pained eyes. Somewhere you can forget. 

You avoid his gaze as you attempt to push past him, you know such a place doesn’t exist but getting out of this bathroom filled with him would do it for now, “I’m fine.” He holds your waist to stop you from walking away and you can’t help but melt into the touch. Letting yourself indulge in the feeling of his strong hands steadying your body. 

“Let me help you, my love. You don’t need to push yourself and go to class or be productive. I know you want to but there is no need. I know-” “You don’t know!” You interrupt, pushing him away. The realization that he knows you even if he doesn’t actually care about you makes something sharp sting in your chest. 

You trusted him and opened up to someone that only feels pity for you. As if you’re a dead animal on the side of the road. 

The look in his eyes has you remembering the events of the day before and you almost feel bad. Then, you remember his embarrassed face at your mention and how he just let his friends talk bad about you while pretending to care. He deserves this. “You do not know me, Potter”

He flinches at the way you spit out his last name, full of hatred, but instead of feeling guilty, you feel content. This is what he’s supposed to experience after stringing you along for almost three months. 

You push past him and leave out of the door. The loud chatter of students around you makes your head hurt and you hurry to reach your dorm before you begin throwing up again, leaving a perplexed James standing in the bathroom.

The next morning is easier. You wake up early and tiptoe to the shower to not wake your roommates. You double shampoo your hair and put in your favorite sea-salt scented mask after entangeling your hair. While it does what it’s supposed to, you exfoliate and shave which leaves you exhausted but feeling much better. 

You brush your teeth, dry and comb your hair before doing skincare and finally makeup while your roommates start to get up.

At breakfast you eat waffles and eggs with some bacon while ignoring the ever prominent head-ache and stares you get after not sitting next to James. Your mouth still tastes and feels weird but the hunger pushes the disgust away.

The smells of hot coffee and chamomile tea fill your nose as you relax in the sun coming from the giant, currently painted, windows. Amongst the gossip of your house you hear an annoyed mcgonagall lecturing a few students on their messy and wasteful eating habits. You feel a smile grow on your face and close your eyes for a few seconds to concentrate on the warmth of the sun before deciding to get some sleep.

You’re about to stand up and leave to get in about another hour of sleep when a boy, Anton you think, speaks up. “Have you and Golden boy broken up, then?” He bites into his apple and your stomach turns. “What,” you question, confused by the casual misinformation. Were you two so obvious about your fight? Anton (?) continues chewing while talking and you force your food to stay down, “I mean, I heard some talking and stuff. I’m pretty sure Sirius- ” 

You frown while standing up, “You can’t believe that guy, he never liked me.”

It’s true. Sirius seems to be very territorial of his friendship with James which causes him to make mean comments whenever you pull James away from him. Pulled. 

“Is that a no then, or…” The follow up questions of why Sirius doesn’t like you and whether James still loves you by the students around Anton cause you to roll your eyes in annoyance. Everyone is always so curious to know everything, can’t even give you a fucking day of peace. 

You pass James, whose plate stays untouched in front of him, on your way out. 

It’s 10:13 am and you’re sitting in Charms. Professor Flitwick is talking about some banishing spells for nasty wood spirits while balancing on a floating book he charmed to reach the top of the blackboard. You keep stealing glimpses at the loudly ticking clock. The ticking makes time passing feel much slower than you’d like as it makes you aware of every second as it passes. You can’t help but focus on the slow drawl of the clock hands as they creep over the clock dial. 

James keeps bouncing his knee next to you and nervously tapping on the desk. His Fingers hit the wood in a repeating, but long, rhythm. Index, middle, pinky, ring, index, middle, index, ring, pinky and repeat. His eyes keep scanning your face for exactly 2 and a half seconds before he squints at Flitwick for 5 and at his Paper for 8. Repeat.

It’s a seemingly endless cycle and the worst part is the fact that you’re actively contributing to it. Every 18 seconds you look at James, then you tell yourself you want to break out of it so you don’t look at him for 25, then you’re back to eighteen. You inspect the ticking clock, it’s 10:15, and notice the crack in the number 10. The clock is old but surprisingly good intact, except for number 10.

You turn to James to tell- Nevermind. 

The clock is ticking, while professor Flitwick turns back to the class. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

“Does anyone know the answer?”  Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

No hands are raised, a few bad students sink further into their chairs to hide, some look at the ceiling. James looks at you. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Professor Flitwick raises his brow and studies the classroom. Waiting for an answer to whatever he asked. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

James is looking at you. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

“Perhaps Mr. Potter would know the answer if he wasn’t staring at Ms. Y/L/N’s ear. Right, Mr- Potter”  Tick. Tick. Tick. 

James startles and nervously looks around the classroom and meets a laughing Sirius’ eye before quietly answering, “Yes, Professor Flitwick” Tick. Tick.

The bell rings and James slides you a small piece of paper. Tick.

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[maraudersmyloves]

Hiiii i was wondering if you would be interested in joining a discord server about the fictional guys we are all obssesed with?? just a way of connecting fandoms and much much more!! I was planning on making one and wanted to get an opinion if people would like to join it also btw i love you sososo much. THANK YOU FOR UR SERVICE

I sadly don't have discord so sorry!! I just don't really have time for it yk but it sounds really fun and i hope you do it!!

[maraudersmyloves]

this is random but do you know what lowkey annoys me about Bridgerton. The intimacy. Like, can y'all not just be sweet and kiss and hug ONE TIME and not end up fucking. PLEASE!!! I need some casual intimacy after they're married. It's actually driving me insane

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just gonna save this here

If a scene feels flat and you can't figure it out, ask yourself:

• What can MC smell? Is there an ocean breeze, sweat, a cinnamon roll fresh out the oven?

• What can MC hear, besides the dialogue? Is a bird singing, river flowing, a car speeding, clock ticking?

• Can they taste something, even if they're not eating? Previously drunk alcohol or juice, aftertaste of a cigarette, smog, too instense perfume?

• Can they feel something on their skin? Rough clothes or delicate material, blowing wind, an allergy or a rash, grass that theyre laying on?

• What does the character see, besides other characters? Is the room dark or is sunlight coming in nicely? Are the colours vibrant or dull? Are there any plants?

• What's the weather? Is it snowing and the cold is making goosebumps appear on their arms? Is it hot and sweaty and clothes are clinging to their body?

• HOW DOES IT MAKE THEM FEEL? To any of the above.

Do they like the smell of cinnamon rolls or are they weirdos (I'm a weirdo, I don't fit in).

Does the clock ticking calm them down or annoy them?

Do they enjoy the aftertaste of a cig and like how dirty it makes them feel?

Are they sensitive to touch and how their clothing feels on their skin or are they indifferent?

Would they enjoy the scenery more if it was more sunny out, because they're afraid of the darkness?

Do they like it snowy or are they always cold and hate winter?

Come on, give them persoanlity, likes and dislikes, don't be scared to make them people and not only likeable characters.

[maraudersmyloves]

Hey! Love your posts ♡

I'm sorry, but could you, perhaps... Maybe....

Please, make a continuation of "Distance"? My little heart would love closure, but only if you want it too ofc. (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

It's being written but with studying and work it's sadly taking a bit longer than i'd like, hope you understand!!

[maraudersmyloves]

a series of "pictures for my crush" is needed for the rest of the marauders!!!!!!!! (pretty please)

Pictures for my Crush. :☆｡ﾟ. ───

Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader

Warnings: none

Sypnosis: Rems tries to act like he doesn't care while also posting just for you to see

Disclaimer: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

"So?". :☆｡ﾟ. ────────────────────

[maraudersmyloves]

same girlie i just started s2 and am getting bombarded by Espresso edits of Colin and Pen or character analyses of them it's actually getting crazy

no clue how tiktok knows i started watching bridgerton but i need it to STOP showing me s3 content because i’m still on s1 send help😭🙏

[maraudersmyloves]

1000 Followers!!! YAYYY

I'm going to do some sort of celebration after clearing out/writing my requests but just know that I'm so thankful to all of you for wanting to read my writing

[maraudersmyloves]

would you ever think about doing a pictures for my crush for remus and sirius because the james one had me giggling🫶

Pictures for my Crush. :☆｡ﾟ. ───

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: none

Sypnosis: Sirius gets more and more desperate the longer you ignore him

Disclaimer: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

"Desperate". :☆｡ﾟ. ────────────────────

[maraudersmyloves]

Do you know whats real worldbuilding? Ask yourself how accessible registry records in your setting are? Is information about marriages, land ownership, crimes, wills, etc publicly available?

[maraudersmyloves]

Hi do you do mattheo riddle? If so could you do a FLUFF mattheo riddle x fem RavenClaw ( if you do houses) reader? Were she has mixed insomnia or just insomnia? Could you also tag me in it? Thanks!

While I appreciate the request I saw that you requested the same for another author and I don't feel comfortable writing a blurb that's already kinda been written. Idk if this makes sense but I hope you unserstand

[maraudersmyloves]

could you write a fic on james with a curly headed girlfriend who is really into rock and roll and metal like metallica, motely crue, queen, david bowie ect and her hair is cut like eric carrs from KISS

James thinks you're so cool

He's immediately obsessed

And at first he thinks that he's so obsessed because you're cool yk

You have cool hair

listen to cool music

and only slightly hate him

What more could he want?

So obviously he takes way too long to realize that he likes you as more than a friend

Problem is he has zero game

The slight game he does have flies out the window as soon as you're around

And you're around a lot

You and Remus bonded as soon as he got over his gatekeeping tendencies (He asked you to name five songs off each band and then pretended to not be impressed cause "those are the popular ones")

I feel like James mostly listens to Queen and ABBA but whenever you mention any band/song he goes out and buys a record so he has a reason to talk to you

Problem is he doesn't always get the context

So he's hearing you mention a song without hearing the context of absolutely hating it

Obviously, next time you hang out he mentions liking it and ur just disgusted

He panics and tries to say it was a joke (Which obviously doesn't work)

He panics so much that the only thing he does for a week is mention that he "doesn't actually like it"

"it was a joke, btw. Just so you know. You do know, right?"

At one point it starts to be more cute than annoying

I tried my best but sadly I only really listen to David Bowie and Queen (from that list) but I hope you like it anyway<3