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sirius who completely screws himself over when he realises he DOES like remus because he spent so much time jokingly flirting with him he can’t work out how to get remus to understand that now he’s REALLY flirting with him

Sirius who "playfully" flirts with Remus all the time and says, "Try not to fall in love with me" but then he's the one who falls in love first.

Sleepless Nights. «James Potter»

James Potter x fem!Reader; Marauders Era; oneshot

SUMMARY: James looks after you when you have trouble falling asleep.

WORD COUNT: 845

NOTES: No, this is not me procrastinating and writing short oneshots because I can’t figure out how to finish my hulking WIP

You were tired. So, so tired. That should have been enough to send you off to dreamland, and yet here you were, staring into space, willing yourself to just go to sleep already.

Every little noise set your teeth on edge. It was like you could hear everything in the universe all at once. An owl hooting outside, the wind blowing against the windows, Lily’s snoring — though you never quite had the heart to wake her up and ask her to stop. You rolled onto your side, aggressively fluffing your pillow to try and make it more comfortable, but the damn thing just didn’t want to cooperate — it was driving you crazy. And you had classes tomorrow. And a test.

Tears of exhaustion and frustration began to well in your eyes. You needed sleep for tomorrow and it was already well past midnight. You would be exhausted. You would fail the test. You would be falling asleep in class. All because your brain hated you and just wouldn’t let you go to sleep.

With an angry huff, you swung your legs out of the bed and walked on socked feet out of the dorm, down the stairs, and into the common room. Nobody else was down there. That was to be expected, though. Sleep often evaded you even when everybody else in the castle was comfortably resting. Except for Dumbledore, perhaps. For some reason, you couldn’t picture him ever sleeping.

You paced the common room, hoping that it might do something to tire you out. When it didn’t feel strenuous enough, you added in the occasional hop or star jump here and there.

“What on Earth are you doing, love?”

You whipped around to see your boyfriend at the bottom of the staircase in a singlet and pyjama pants, hair messy and glasses nowhere to be found. James squinted tiredly to try and see you more clearly but still seemed too alert to have only just woken up. He watched you rather fondly as you did star jumps in the common room, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to even be embarrassed. You were too tired for that.

James had a sheet of parchment clutched in his hand, which logic told you was the map he’d made with his friends. He held it up. “Saw you pacing around down here. Having trouble sleeping again?” he asked sympathetically.

You nodded, eyes still glistening. “Yeah.”

James frowned, holding out his arms towards you. “Oh, darling. C’mere.”

As if pulled towards him by magnets, you fell into his arms and he instantly started stroking the top of your head, pressing soft kisses along your hairline.

“I’m so tired,” you said weakly.

“Come on, I’ll sneak you up.”

You went to follow him up to his dorm as you had already done a few times before, but instead, James placed one arm behind your back and the other under your legs and lifted you up. Your head fell against his chest as he brought you up the stairs and when you got to the door, you reached out and opened it for him.

The dormitory was dark and quiet when he entered, and you closed the door shut behind him quietly so you wouldn’t wake the other boys. James lowered himself onto his bed with you still wrapped up in his strong arms and he settled you to lie on top of him, one of his legs on either side of you, and pulled the blankets up around you both.

In the dim moonlight that came in through the windows, you could see Sirius on the bed next to James’ with a leg and an arm hanging over the edge of his bed. He scrunched his nose up in his sleep and appeared to mutter something to himself, though you could not hear it.

“He’s probably dreaming about chasing down the postman,” said James. You bit your lip to stifle the laugh that threatened to bubble out.

“Alright, let’s see what we can do here. Just relax for me, lovebug,” James mumbled against your head. He started running his hands through your hair, nimble fingers lightly scratching at your scalp every few seconds. You could already feel yourself melt against him, tension seeping out of your muscles like magic.

“Did I tell you about Quidditch practice the other day?” James asked. Of course he had; he’d spoken about it at length, and he knew it, too.

“Tell me about it again,” you said, nestling even further into his warmth.

He spoke quietly enough that it wouldn’t wake the others, but his smooth voice sent comfortable vibrations against your ear and throughout your body. After a little while, your breathing evened out and you were falling asleep. Even after he was certain that you were out like a light, James kept running his fingers through your hair and gently kissing the top of your head, just in case you started to stir again, and he was more than happy to do so until he fell asleep himself.

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MARAUDERS TAGS: @siriusbarnesslut

HARRY POTTER TAGS: @nyotamalfoy

PERMANENT TAGS: @vsawyer1989

Maze runner boys ~ Reaction to reader with piecing and tatts ~

Yo i got a septum done and i love it so much. It's just so typical cause my friend yet again forced me into doing some stupid shit but i hope you guys like this post. Feel free to messages me if you have any requests.

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Minho:

- Minho would have so many questions about your piercing which of coures you would not be able to answer (lol memory loss is a bitch).

- Minho would ask the typical things like wow did those hurt?, How did you get them?, Are they like a part of your body? or Did Chuck draw on u?

- Minho just thinks you look really cool and naturally wants to do more.

- Its not uncommon for Minho to trace over your tattoos as he eyes them up closely.

- Depending on what piercing you have Minho might touch them, like if there on your ears for example.

- This still doesn't mean that he wont look up your nose if you have a nose piercing's.

- It's kinda awkward but its still cute and makes you blush.

- Minho would definitely want matching tatts.

- Minho respects you and your style, simple cause it looks painful but still very cool and different.

- Minho was definitely intimidated when he first saw you.

Newt:

- When Newt say the piercing he did even know, he didn't know what to say or what to do. He knew this is not a normal thing for gladers....

- Newt would try his best not to stare at them to much, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

- Newt would be so careful as he would hate to bump them.

- Newt would also ask the occasional questions but he doesn't wanna dig to much into it.

- He still 100% support your style, he likes the bold statement you bring.

- He can see you surviving the maze, he knows how stupid that assumption is but he just can't help it.

- Newt personally wouldn't good for the piercing but a small tatt representing your love is all he needs.

- Newt would 100% defend you if any of the gladers where to ever bully you or make you feel uncomfortable with there questions or complements.

- Newt also adores all the cute jewelry you put on, he just appreciates how much you've gone through to enhance your beauty.

- Buts its no difference to him, he would still think your beautiful with or without tatts and piercings.

Thomas:

- Thomas was kinda scared if you at the start...you just gave him bad vibes

- But Thomas soon learn't how lit you actually are.

- Thomas and you would soon become insufferable.

- He can't get enough oh your wild personality and devlishly good looks.

- Thomas would be curious and want to see all your tatts and i mean all your tatts even the ones you hide. He knows its pervy but he's just do interested and wants to hear all the stories behind it.

- Thomas would still stare at your piercings not that you wind it yo much.

- Thomas would overly consider getting anything done cause he nervous that its gonna look bad.

- He would much rather stare and you, heck he could do that all day long. If he doesn't get caught by Alby of course.

Gally:

- You Gally found you mesmerising

- He was really digging the look

- Sure Teresa is good looking but your the bomb.

- Gally would mediately feel the a strong urge of attract towards to.

- Gally would strike up cute little bets like who would win an arm wrestle, who would beat who in an actually wrestle or who can lift the most.

- Your not that strong but your smart, you won a couple bets.

- Gally is kinda hopeless when it come to flirting, its more like doing bro things. But you get it and you still enjoy it.

- Gally would respect you and also become a big simp for you. Cause who wouldn't want to have such an exotic beauty.

- Your his Queen and the only one who can put him in his place.

Botanical Interest

Soft!Mob!Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: You’re a florist working the wedding of Brooklyn’s most respected mob boss when you catch the eye of his best man.

W/C: 1557

Warnings: Allusions to violence, swearing, copious amounts of blushing

A/N: My second ever fic! I wrote this as an entry to @stargazingfangirl18 ‘s Soft Dark 5k Challenge (congrats!) using dialogue prompt 9 (bolded) with a Mob!AU. No smut, just fluff. While I’m a sucker for Soft!Dark I thought I’d keep it light and fluffy! Might enter a second one with some darker themes.

I’m brand new to writing and the fandom so if you want you can check out my first fic (also a Mob!AU!) and please reach out with any and all comments or thoughts! I’m eager to know!! Cheers!

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The first time you saw him you didn’t actually see him because you ran square into him while you were looking the other way. Stubbing your nose right into his chest and nearly spilling the contents of the box you were holding.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going and I’ve got so much to do so I’ve been running around and I just didn’t see you I’m-“

“Forgiven. You’re forgiven, sweetheart” a smoky voice with confidence and amusement informed you.

You loved being a florist but you were short handed for this wedding and needed to get a move on. You wouldn’t have taken the job but the infamous Bucky Barnes, King of Brooklyn himself was getting married. It would be great exposure for you but when a man like him asks something of you you don’t exactly have a choice. In all the chaos of it you didn’t watch your step.

Cheeks still burning with embarrassment, your eyes met those of Barnes’ right hand man, Steve Rogers. Now you weren’t just embarrassed you were nervous.

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How do you think Lee or any of your characters will react to an ugly reader (like me)?

Ugly reader? I'm sorry but I've never heard of such a thing. I don't think I know anyone in this world I would term ugly based on appearance. You, my lovely, gorgeous anon are beautiful and I will not stand for anyone calling you ugly, not even yourself.

You wanna know how the boys will react to you? Read on.

Steve Rogers: The moment he hears you call yourself ugly he stops what he's doing and just looks at you. He frowns, looking almost confused as he gazed at you. He takes your hand and pulls you into his massive chest, brushing your hair back so he could see you clearly.

"Ugly? You? The girl who shines so bright she lights the world around her, you're calling her ugly? Who gave you the right to talk about my best girl like that eh? No one compares to you, not from back in the 40s, not today. You’re the beacon of light that keeps me grounded doll. Gotta show you how beautiful you really are"

And he proceeds to do just that.

Bucky Barnes: He heard you say to Nat that a dress won't look pretty on your ugly body. That night, he sneaks in your room and crawls inside the covers with you, holding your body tight to his. He took your in his and metal one, lips at your ear.

"What do you see when you look at me?" He asked.

"A broken beautiful man deserving of love" you answered automatically. He tips your chin up so that he could look in your eyes, the tenderest of look swimming in the blues.

"I see the same when I look at you. I see a woman who found the most scarred man and still loved him. I see a woman so pure I fear I'll taint her with my bloody hands. Never call yourself ugly, never again."

Lee Bodecker: Lee straight away snorts when you call yourself ugly. He rolled his eyes at you as he swiftly gathers you in his arm and sits you on his lap. He takes his hat and puts it on your head, the rim falling loose and slipping over your forehead so he had to push it up with a finger. 

"You're the only pretty thing in this shitty town. You've got a heart as big as my tummy" he takes your hand and pressed it into his soft flesh "you're the only one whose smile I'd both die for and kill for. Ugly my ass, you're the most beautiful gal I know and you're all mine".

Ransom Drysdale: "What the fuck did you just say?" He asked when you said you look ugly. You look at him aghast, not expecting the outburst. He stepped closer, putting his arms on either side of you and looking at you intently. 

"Have you met my family? My fucked up, greedy aunts and uncles? Have you met my mother? They wear a thousand dollars clothes and still manage to be the cheapest people I have ever met. And you? You can wear a burlap sack and would still be the prettiest flower because you found it in you to love a shitty brat like me. Now come here so I can show you how beautiful you are."

Andy Barber: He was driving when you made the comment, the word ugly said almost unconsciously. You blinked when he stopped the car, turning to look at you.

"I've studied law for over nearly two decades and there are two things that I know are wrong with them. The first one is that it should be illegal for anyone to be as beautiful, as amazing as you, and the second that it should be a punishable offense for anyone to call such a woman as yourself ugly. I'm a lawyer, trust my judgement. Nod if you understand."

You nod, he smiled and restated the car, one hand reaching over to pull yours in his lap.

Tony Stark: He knocked over the lab apparatus he was working with and stared at you incomprehensibly. He had that expression on his face that he reserved for idiots who didn’t understand his science lingo.

"What the hell are you on about? Sweetpie, you love a man who made weapons that killed hundreds. You gave me your love when I didn't deserve any. You gave my kindness when I didn't deserve any. You think anyone who's ugly could do that? I'll book an appointment with the ophthalmologist, you need to get those eyes checked."

Loki : He was in the middle of polishing his blade and the moment the words "I am ugly" passed your lips that blade shot out and embedded itself in the opposite wall.

"i am a man of magic. I can create the most unthinkable illusions with my mind and hands, and yet no matter how proficient I get, I'll never be able to create something as beautiful as you. You need to stop talking like this, I don't like it when people disrespect those that I hold dear."

Sherlock Holmes : He shut the newspaper he was reading and put it on the desk behind him as he pinned you with his stare. 

"When I search for something, I usually get it because I have a gaze that doesn't miss much. My every quest for beauty and love has led me to you. My mind and heart have never seen anything as beautiful as you. I am Sherlock Holmes, I don't lie. Believe me when I say you haven't got an ugly bone in your body.”

He opened his arms, asking you to come to him.

“I am a detective, let me show you the evidence of how utterly breathtaking you are.”

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So my dear anon, I need you to shut up about this. You’re not ugly. You are worthy and amazing and beautiful and all things nice in this world. 

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Request: I’m requesting for myself. Glader (let’s call him Leo) keeps annoying girl and she snaps and Gally steps in

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One variation of it- a little short because it's the middle of the night here😅😂❤

Why in the hell did Pan choose Y/N to go with Felix on a mission in another Realm? Did he not know that Felix could not stand her at all?

Of course Pan did, he had to! It was quite obvious whenever Felix made fun of her skills or commanded her to stay in the camp on every special occasion. It was Felix who stopped her from participating in any kind of game and in all he was simply the worst.

First when you arrived in the new realm, Felix sent her alone to collect wood in a forest completely unknown to her, so he could light the fireplace outside the small cottage to make a stew over it.

Inside the cottage Y/N realised one important thing, another problem that  would make this mission even harder than simply spending time with Felix: There was just one small bed. One pillow, one blanket and only one bed.

She felt Felix's presence behind her. With a quick glance back she saw him staring at her, his cold expression not saying anything at all.

"Looks like we have to share the bed." He spoke roughly, before untying his cloak and removing his boots. He did not seem to care at all about this circumstances, nor realise how unsure the girl looked.

She gave herself a moment to consider climbing into the bed with Felix or not. The second in command always avoided her so much and refused to talk to her whenever she approached him, so why was he so easily convinced?

"Why did Pan choose me to go with you?" She asked and sat down onto the edge of the mattress to remove her boots and cloak. 

"I can keep you safe the best." Felix gave back dryly and lifted the blanket for her to slip under. "Pan's too busy for that." 

Y/N felt a sudden blood rush running through her cheeks at the gesture and as she laid down, she felt his body burning on her back. The heat of him was comfortable enough to dare closing her eyes. Felix would not hurt her- at least she trusted the most loyal boy enough not to touch her inappropriately nor to harm her otherwise.

Felix felt like a giant laying behind her.

He fell asleep first.

His first subconscious instinct was to grab the girl's waist and pull her body against his broad chest.

At least he prevented her from falling down onto the ground during sleep.

The whole situation had escalated too quickly for her: last night she celebrated with the boys at the bonfire, never really talked to the second in command before, but now you were perfectly cuddled up in his arms. 

The next morning Felix woke up and saw how he held her.

He quickly got out of bed and acted as if nothing happened.

"Did she notice it during the night?" He thought. "How could she? She was asleep just like I was." 

He was just asleep! 

It had to be that goddamn bed, otherwise Felix could not explain his own actions.

He hated Pan for that. Did he hate him?

No.

He fucking loved him.

Stubborn | Minho

Pairing: Minho x Female Reader

Warnings: blood, near death, cursing??

WC; 2.5K

synopsis: yes, it does take a near death experience to finally admit your feelings

a/n: probably my last imagine before 2021 SO HAPPY NEW YEAR BYE 2020

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“I’m just saying,” Newt said, arms crossed. “It would save everyone a lot of pain and headaches if one of you just said it.”

“I’m not a liar,” You replied.

“You’re lying to yourself right now,” Newt smirked, watching as your gaze hardened and you smacked his arm.

Thomas jogs up to the two of you, taking one glance at Newt rubbing his arm and you pursing your lips and looking the other way.

“Newt’s right.”

You spin around, mouth open, “How did you?—”

Thomas shrugs, “Call it a third sense, but whatever he said about Minho, you should listen.”

You scoff at the two boys, thoughts running around in your head.

You were in love with your best friend, it was plain as day.

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