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keep playing, baby.

sub!satoru gojo x dom!fem reader

summary : you were tired of satoru choosing video games over you, so you punish him to change his mind. warnings : nsfw, oral (m receiving), blowjob word count : 1.24k

i actually found a red thoughts tiktok and thought of this so please im begging (i just wanted to post something ml)

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maybe satoru needs a break from the gaming world.

you have been over at his house almost every day for a solid week and a half, and each and every one of those days, your boyfriend has been glued to his pc.

frankly, you were feeling a bit touch starved.

you entered his bedroom one night, where of course, he was stationed at his computer, and internally, you told yourself that you needed to get back at him.

how?

well, you had a few ideas.

you sat on his bed, and even though he invited you over, you were fully expecting him to not notice your presence. he was wearing a pair of blue pajama pants, a long sleeved white shirt, and his hair looked as if he came straight out of the shower. he looked beautiful.

you shook your head at the sight. "pity," you muttered. he didn't hear you over the ferocious tapping on his mouse and keyboard. you move positions and lay flat on your stomach, slowly inching closer to him.

you eyed the screen. he was playing with a couple of his friends, which, really you should've realized since he was practically screaming into his headset, but, you thought, what if you tortured him? in front of his friends, no less? a smirk crept onto your face.

you make your way off of his bed and start to crawl towards him on the floor. you made it under his gaming desk unnoticed and placed your hands on his pants. he jerked in shock, looking below him with widened eyes. "y/n..."

"shh... keep playing, baby."

you swear you heard him gulp.

he didn't know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't that. that meaning being told what to do. he was curious, though, to see where you were headed with this.

your hands make its way upward toward the band of his pants, and you slowly bring them down, along with his boxers. he shifted in his seat.

"satoru what the hell are you doing? you almost got us killed!" you could hear through the headset. you chuckled.

"i-" he looked down at you.

"play your game. don't focus on me." you meant that directly.

he cleared his throat, regaining his posture. "i was drinking something." his friends on the other side laughed as they continued to berate him.

pushing his pants completely off, he leaned forward. "spread your legs for me, baby," you spoke, and he obeyed. his large dick, already hard, fell in front of your face. your fingers reached out in front of you and you began to circle his red tip that was beginning to drip with precum.

"don't..." you heard him whisper. the teasing was working. you smiled to yourself.

"pay attention," you replied back, and you licked your fingers. his dick was practically throbbing in your hands. he gulped again. through the headset, you could hear his friends yelling at him again. the moment he tried to retaliate, you started to lick the tip of his twitching cock. his sentence was cut off with a yelp escaping his lips.

"please," he whined above you, "don't tease, please."

he was so quiet that if you didn't focus on his voice, you wouldn't have caught on to what he was saying.

you removed his dick from your parted lips. you tutted. "leaving me all by myself while you were busy pleasuring your computer..." you circled the tip with your fingers again. "that was very selfish of you, wasn't it."

"i'm sorry-"

you pushed your precum-covered fingertips into his mouth. "shh, baby, i'm not done."

you rarely ever spoke to him that way. after all, satoru gojo was the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in the entire world; he could have you tied on that bed and have you eat your words... but right now, he couldn't. he physically couldn't move. you placed such a dominant hold on him that he had no idea what to do.

"right now," you continued, taking your fingers out of his mouth, "i'm going to make you regret ever leaving me by myself again. leaving me on your bed to pleasure myself while you're off screaming into your headset..." he clicked his mouse rapidly. "...when you could've been screaming my name instead. it's a shame. what a waste of a week."

"pleaaase." satoru's words seemed to be on repeat.

you shushed him. "i wanna watch you struggle. i wanna watch you be silent. all in front of your friends. how long can you go for, hmm? surely a while; you don't want to embarrass yourself. the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in the entire world being dominated by his little girlfriend..." you chuckled as he shifted in his seat. "i can't give you the luxury of whining if you couldn't even show me an ounce of interest this week." he whimpered, his bright blue eyes connecting with yours as his mind went haywire.

you direct his head upward, advising him once again to focus on the game, and you stuck his dick into your mouth. you began to bob up and down slowly, teasingly.

he whimpered again above you, but this time, he was louder. "what the fuck was that noise, satoru?" you heard again through the headset.

he stuttered, trying to think of an excuse. "i-someone... i hit my elbow. sorry."

he sounded so pathetic. he was practically melting each time his dick hit the back of your throat.

he needed to be quiet. he couldn't speak, he couldn't moan, but god it felt so good that he just couldn't help himself. if he muted his mic, you would probably punish him even more than what you were currently doing. the point of the punishment was to watch him suffer in front of his friends. embarrassingly so.

finally, you quickened your pace. his attempts at staying quiet failed more often than not, but his friends were so invested in the game at hand that most of the time, they didn't really notice. all they managed to take in account was satoru's lack of performance, which still, they berated him more often than not.

it got to the point where he stopped playing the game completely. his headset stayed on, but his character stayed still. his hands were gripping your hair as his anguishing moans became louder and louder. he eventually would take his headset off and he threw it in front of him, not being able to withstand the silence. and god was he loud.

"keep going, please," he begged, his hands resuming its locked position in your hair. he let out another moan that echoed through the room. "fuckkk i'm gonna..." without warning (but you were expecting it with how loud he had gotten), he came down your throat. you swallowed a thick flow of cum, taking almost all of it down.

you removed his dick from your mouth, extra cum that you couldn't swallow dripping down your neck and face. "felt good, didn't it?" he nodded ferociously above you until he frowned.

"i'm sorry. really really sorry."

"i know you are." you chuckled. "that's the least of my problems. you better hope no one heard you on the headset." his eyes widened as he realized that his mic didn't disconnect.

if there was one other thing that his friends now knew about satoru gojo, it was that he couldn't be quiet for the life of him.

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roesworks · 2 months

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my marauder's sex headcannons

james, sirius, and remus x female reader

WORD COUNT : 723

i wanna feed you guys (after literally a year) so enjoy my personal headcannons

james potter -

he is a certified switch. he leans more on the dominant side, but sometimes he just has a need to be told what to do.

when you're on top, without a doubt he is calling you mommy. not to mention, he will whine. he's always whining.

plus he will NEVER SHUT UP.

HE WILL ALWAYS PRAISE YOU.

"you're doing so good f'me, my love."

and he will never hit you or degrade you. he thinks that's just plain mean.

sex should be fun. he does it often so that he can skip out of doing cardio. killing two birds with one stone.

on the aspect of cardio, though, james can last a long time. he could go the entire night if he really wanted to.

"please just one more. one more, i promise."

he's a big guy, so you already KNOW that dick is at LEAST nine inches.

"it won't fit-" "-i'll make it fit."

HE LOVES THE STOMACH BULGE

fucking under the cloak.

while he doesn't like to hit you, he is most definitely leaving accidental bruises from gripping you so hard.

he'd rather grip your arm than the mattress. he loves feeling you.

he's probably the loudest moaner in the entire wizarding world.

he enjoys moaning your name so much that if you didn't cast a silencing charm then everyone in hogwarts would hear him.

he loves your boobs. whether they're big or small, he is most definitely sucking them and leaving them polka dotted by the end of the night.

and literally every night he's with you. sex or not. he's latching his lips onto your nipples and sucking the life out of them like they're lollipops.

he is without a doubt an experimentalist.

like whenever he finds a new position or just a new kinky idea, he's going to bring it up to you.

most of the time, you enjoy it. other times, it's just a one time thing.

he tells you he loves you all the time. it's all part of his 'never-shuts-up' persona.

sirius black -

dom. without a doubt.

"who's pussy is this?" "yours."

he likes making you cry. tears of pleasure are his favorite.

degradation is never out of the question.

and "my little slut."

while that is the case, he will, 'talk you through it' if you will.

"finish for me, baby."

100% getting off to you screaming his name.

he's definitely an ass guy. he likes groping it and hitting it whenever he gets the chance.

he's a little on the smaller side, but he definitely makes up for it in width.

he is very. VERY. loud.

he can last a SOLID three or four rounds.

ngl, he looooves bondage.

lets be real, he keeps a black rope in his nightstand.

he will most DEFINITELY tease you with his wand.

or he'll LITERALLY stick it up there.

honestly, he just likes to tease you in general.

pussy checks in public ALLLL THE TIME.

sometimes if you're wet enough, he will just do it with you on the spot.

"wet already, baby?"

he wants everyone to know that you're his, so he takes measures by leaving hickeys all over you, especially in noticeable places.

LOVES seeing you ride him.

he is 100% stealing james' cloak and doing it with you under it.

remus lupin -

a switch, but much more on the submissive side. so basically a sub.

he will literally get off on getting told what to do. and frankly he prefers being a pillow princess.

he definitely starts off quiet, like a whimper here and there,

and then as he gets more and more comfortable with you, (like around your third time) his whimpers become louder and louder.

he is a SOLID seven inches.

he will do some pretty kinky stuff with you.

like experimenting with candle wax. because he was curious, obviously.

and this guy has a huge thing for period sex. not that you mind it, it helps you forget about your cramps.

the rare times that he's on top, he is the sweetest ever.

"you feel so good."

you've done it in the library a few several times... in the restricted section. nobody has to know that, though.

he loves how you taste and will always tell you that.

your boobs are one of his most favorite things about you.

bite bite bite

and he loves touching you.

anywhere he can get his hands on you he will caress you.

he doesn't really last more than three rounds, but,

there were definitely days where he was so into it that he just couldn't stop.

he loves receiving pleasure and praise soso much.

he's just a sweet boy.

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roesworks · 1 year

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𝗻𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

roe ,, her ,, intj-a ,, slytherin

i write for any fandom that i am obsessed with.

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roesworks · 1 year

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james potter sfw alphabet

no gender preference

word count : 1.4k

so i mean, if you couldn’t tell im a james potter enthusiast, plus im bored and need to post something, so here enjoy

a - asking (who is the first person to confess and how does it happen?)

james 100% asked you out first. he’s always found you extremely attractive in his eyes, so he felt obligated to ask you out. you never admitted it to anyone, but you always loved his charisma - among other things - so saying yes to him was a given.

b - butterflies (how do they act when they’re nervous?)

out in public, he nearly never shows when he’s nervous, as he didn’t want others to perceive him differently, but when hes alone with you, that’s a completely different situation. he definitely becomes more submissive and quieter than he usually is, so evidently, you knew when he was feeling anything but normal.

c - cuddles (what is their favorite cuddling position? how are they with physical touch?)

oh my goodness, every chance this boy gets to cuddle with he will. his position is usually as the big spoon, but he secretly loves being the little spoon.

d - domesticity (are they the type to settle down? are they willing to help with chores?)

ever since you both started going out, settling down in the future was on his mind from time to time. when that would eventually happen, he makes sure to help you as much as he can, whether that’s making dinner, doing the dishes, whatever. he wanted you to know that you never have to do things alone.

e - encouragement (do they encourage you to achieve your goals? if so, how?)

james is the most supportive boy ever. it even gets to the point where if your goals don’t go to plan, he’ll think of alternatives. like, he’ll literally write out long lists for “just in case”

f - favorite thing(s) about you (what are their favorite personality traits/physical features about you?)

physically, he loves your lips. there’s just something about them; they’re the perfect shape for when he kisses you. personality-wise, your intuitiveness struck him particularly fancy. you always seem to know when something was wrong, or even vise-versa, and for some strange reason, he adored that of you.

g - goofiness (do they like to make you laugh? how often do they joke around with you?)

he has always been a goofball, so him joking around with you came with the package known as james potter. seeing you happy is one of his favorite things in the entire world.

h - honesty (would they lie to you? how much do they share with you?)

he’s honest most of the time. he’d tell little white lies from time to time, like when you wonder where your gloves went and he was borrowing them for a little chore he was completing. as for sharing things with you, he felt as if it were his duty to tell you everything about him or something he has done. he felt that a proper relationship meant knowing every little detail about the other half.

i - i love you (how fast do they drop the L-bomb?)

by the time you started going out, he already knew he loved you, but he didn’t want to risk anything by saying it to early. long story short, you were the first to drop the L-bomb, and he was honestly grateful.

j - jealousy (are they the type of person to get jealous? if so, what happens?)

james potter will forever be a jealous boy. he’s a bit stingy when it comes to you; he feels as if your his, though, not in the scary possessive way, but just that he loves you and doesn’t want to give you up or have some guy stare at you a certain way.

k - kissing (where do they like to kiss you? how frequently do they like to kiss?)

his favorite places to kiss you are either your lips or during certain moments, your neck. he kisses you a lot.

l- love language (What’s their love language?)

PHYSICAL TOUCH!! this boy loves to cuddle with you, kiss you, hold your hand, literally anything that has to do with touching you.

m - marriage (do they want to marry you eventually? who proposes to who?)

james wanted to marry you as soon as he first laid his eyes on you. he was the one to propose, and he most likely did it at a place where you both shared a lot of memories.

n - nicknames (what do they call you?)

james is full of pet names, like actual pet - or animals in general - names, such as dove or bunny, but he throws in a love, doll, or darling every once in a while.

o - openness (how much do they tell you about themselves? do they reveal everything at once or gradually throughout the relationship?)

like in letter h, james wants to tell you everything about himself, and prove that there’s nothing to hide.

p - pda (are they affectionate in public or do they prefer to keep your kisses behind closed doors?)

oh boy, this man loves pda. he will kiss you every chance he gets - even in public, hold your hand everywhere, play with your hair, etc. he’ll do anything.

q - quality time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

for starters, i feel like you guys would practice a lot magic once you graduate hogwarts. but of course you’d do much more than that; james always likes to try new things, even if they’re out of the ordinary or even just regular muggle things. you’d cook a lot of meals together, (i dont know why but i see him as someone who loves to cook) travel, have cute little romantic outings on the water, really anything your hearts desire.

he would definitely say something along the lines of “y/n, have you ever heard of water polo? we should try it sometime.”

r - romance (are they the romantic type? if so, how do they express their feelings?)

he’s definitely romantic in his own little ways. when he is trying to set a romantic mood he is without a doubt uncharacteristically coy. you don’t know why, but you honestly liked that.

s - security (how protective are they of you? if they are, how do they show this?)

extremely, 110% protective of you. he definitely becomes a lot more clingy.

t - turn-offs (what traits do they find unattractive?)

it’s not common for him to find something unattractive about you, but if he were to pick something, it would probably be a lack of honesty.

u - understanding (are they good at sympathizing with your problems? do they listen to you when you need to rant?)

james makes sure to listen to every single detail about what’s making you feel a certain way. he feels as if it’s his duty to make sure your woes go away.

v - value (what do they value most about your relationship?)

honesty and laughter. what’s the point of a relationship if you can’t tell each other everything and laugh and joke about every little detail of something.

w - wild card (a random headcanon about your relationship)

he definitely loves cooking and cleaning for you. no matter what you say, he will always get it done, always cook a meal for you; even when you’re exhausted from a long day and say that you’ll be the one to cook and clean, he doesn’t budge. it’s more than just doing it for you; he wants to do it.

x - x-ray (how well are they able to read you?)

this boy knows your every emotion. he can tell when you’re faking being happy, knows what you do when you’re upset and need alone time. he mastered this on day one.

y - yearning (how well do they cope when their SO isn’t with them?)

he misses you so much it’s unbelievable. you’re always on his mind. you both made sure to take the same or similar jobs so that he didn’t miss you too much. though, it’s good to note that he’s gotten better with it as the relationship progressed.

z- zappy (are they fast-paced in a relationship? or do they like to take things slow?)

he surprised himself - and even you as well - by taking your relationship at a faster pace, like said in L when he was cautious to drop the L-bomb. he feels as if he has one chance with you and doesn’t want to blow it.

#james potter #james potter imagine #james potter one shot #james potter x you #james potter x yn #james potter x y/n #james potter fluff #marauders era #marauders

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roesworks · 1 year

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golden era

RON WEASLEY

the music room - who would’ve thought asking someone to the yule ball would require a lot of mental capacity

#masterlist #golden era masterlist #harry potter #harry potter masterlist #ron weasley #hermione granger

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roesworks · 1 year

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the music room

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gender neutral muggle-born gryffindor!reader x ron weasley. takes place during fourth year in a situation that doesn’t include yourself apart of the triwizard tournament.

summary : who would’ve thought asking someone to the yule ball would require a lot of mental capacity warnings : none that i can think of word count : 2.1k pretend that hogwarts has a music room and we’ll be fine ! so i thought of this fic in the shower and i thought it would be really cute, so enjoy

You were without a doubt a very popular figure at Hogwarts, but not for reasons a normal witch or wizard would assume. You were known for your music and the passion you had for it was greater than yours for witchcraft, and as silly as that may seem, it was just the truth. After wandering around during your first year, you stumbled upon a hidden room that you knew for a fact was not on a regular map at Hogwarts, and with a simple spell, you unlocked the door that would be the gateway into your future.

It was such a beautiful sight; a grand piano stood in the center of an array of instruments in the string family, and even a few harps, though, that piano was your element, and from nearly every day forward, you were found there practicing and sharpening up your skills. ‘Where’s Y/N?’ was a question that was hardly ever asked, simply because everyone knew where you would be. Even if that query was prominently spoken, eye rolls may ensue, but, an answer would still be given.

Why music? People would ask. Witches and wizards don’t study music; they have other things to worry about!

Well, not you. You were the opposite of what others thought was terminology.

You were born to muggle parents who also shared a love for music, and you were classically trained on the piano as a child. Your life was already going as smoothly as possible when about a six months before you were accepted into Hogwarts you found out that you possessed magical powers and you were brought into the living fable of witchcraft. You were nearly forced to leave your old life, your old friends, your old school, and even your own family to keep that secret from the rest of the muggle world. You left it without a trace.

Ron Weasley was, without a doubt, absolutely infatuated with you and your music. He thought you were unique... in the good way, of course. He couldn’t say a singular bad thing about you, and frankly, even to you. Normally, he was shy around others he wasn’t exactly familiar with, but as strange as that may seem, he knew you personally. In reality, he just could not find the words to say anything amazing about you to your face, and when he eventually did, he would get tongue tied and eventually embarrassed.

Today, though, today was going to be the day. He was going to talk to you, one on one, and would not stutter.

...easier said than done, of course.

But, the Yule Ball was coming up in a few short weeks, and nothing is more embarrassing than going to a fancy ball at Hogwarts stag. Hell, if Neville could snag his sister, surely he could do the same with you.

Ron planned out everything one night meticulously, writing down of responses to every outcome he could think of. Sitting in the common room in front of the burning fire, he rapidly wrote down his thoughts and wiped little beads of sweat in the process. Pressing his head back to massage his neck, he noticed Hermione Granger leaning against the stairwell, smiling at him from afar. After making eye contact, she strolled up to the stressed boy and sat beside him with a comforting smile.

“Now, what’s got you all riled up?” she asked, calmly placing her hands in her lap. Ron diverted his gaze from the paper and to his friend, brushing away his shaggy bangs so he could get a better look. “What’s on this paper?” she reached for it, but Ron quickly snatched it back, away from her outstretched arms.

“You know better than to grab my paper, ‘Mione,” he said quickly, “It’s just some homework.” Hermione eyed him with suspicion, but she didn’t buy it.

“Oh, Ron, you know better than to lie,” she spoke back, smirking as she began to grab the upper hand of the conversation. “You’d never stay up this late to finish a homework assignment, or even complete the assignment in general.” Ron sighed and shook his head.

“Well, maybe I want to... change my habits,” he said with finality, folding the piece of parchment and slipping them in to his bottom pocket. “I’m going to bed-” To prevent him from standing up, Hermione grabbed his arm and held him back. To his surprise, her grip was strong. “Let go of me, ‘Mione, this isn’t funny,” he spoke with slight aggression in his tone.

Hermione loosened her grip on her friend, and pulled him down next to her. “I know something’s troubling you, Ron.” Her voice was sweet and inviting. Ron hated it.

“Bloody hell, Hermione can’t you let me deal with my problems on my own!” His hands clasped over his mouth. Open mouth, insert foot.

“You’ve let the cat out of the bag now.” Ron sighed again, but heavier than before. “You can talk to me Ron. What’s going on?”

He hesitated for a moment and sighed once more. “Fine. Fine, fine, fine. You want to know why I’m so stressed? Here, I’ll show you instead.” He took the folded parchment out of his pocket and tossed it onto her lap. Reluctantly, she opened it and read it to herself.

“Oh, Ron... who is this for?”

He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment and his ears turned almost redder than his hair. He spoke your name, and Hermione gasped.

“Oh, Ron! That’s so sweet!” she cooed, “But... why write it all down?”

“So that I remember what I want to say?”

“Don’t be so daft. You don’t need this silly sheet of paper, trust me. If you just speak from the heart then everything will be fine!”

“You obviously have never heard me talk to them before,” he muttered, taking the parchment out of her hand and folding it back into how it once was. “’Mione I can hardly get a word out without stuttering like a fool, how do you expect me to ‘speak from the heart?’“

“You really are down bad...” she mumbled in thought. After thinking for a moment more, her eyes lit up. “Well, what exactly are you planning on doing?”

“Well, I’d probably go to the music room. I reckon I’d find them there... I... guess I don’t know what else I’d do...” He quickly unfolded the paper and started to furiously write down ideas.

Hermione knew better. She took the quill out of his hands and hid it behind her. Ron reached for it, but to no avail “So... wing it!”

“Hermione, I can’t!”

“Oh, sure you can! Why don’t you just imagine talking to them like they’re myself... or Harry? You can talk to us easily; it’s practically the same thing. Plus, you know them, so why should it even be harder?” That was the same question he’d been asking himself for the past year and a half. Even after you cared for him and stayed by his side when he had broken his leg during third year, he still found it hard to talk to you, and for what?

Hermione placed a sympathetic hand on his leg. “You can do this Ron.” She stood up to walk back to her dorm and smiled. “Tell me everything that happens, alright?”

Ron sighed for the fourth time that night. Her quick sympathy and advice didn’t exactly help him out, but maybe if he slept on it, he would be better off.

That was picture perfect advice.

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Ron loved the weekends. Fortunately for him, it was Saturday, which meant that he had a whole day to himself - that meaning he had a whole day to ponder how he was going to break the news to you. Merlin, he was quite troubled. After hours of sitting on his bed and staring at the ceiling, he knew what he had to do; he had to talk to you before he lost his nerve.

You loved the weekends as well. Fortunately for you, you had the whole day to yourself - that meaning you had a whole day to practice your music without interruption. Today’s task was composing a piece from the melody that continued on in your brain for days. You were stationed on the piano bench, drawing measure lines with your quill on a piece of parchment. The lines weren’t perfectly straight, but they had to do, after all, you were in no way a professional.

You began to push through, tapping the keys so that they fit the melody in your brain. After about an hour or so, you heard a knock on the door, to which you shouted back and greeted them in. You looked back and smiled at the red-headed boy that was making an appearance in the music room. “Hello, Ron!” you greeted.

He scratched the back of his neck. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” he asked softly, and you shook your head.

“No, of course not!” You patted an open spot on the bench beside you, “Come join me; I live for audiences.” Ron slowly made his way to the bench and sat. He seemed a bit out of place, but he had to shake that feeling off. Brushing his bangs, he looked at you.

“What are you working on?” he managed to stammer, then eyeing the parchment with eighth and sixteenth notes plastered all over it. There was no way in hell Ron could read would you had written - it was as if it were a code - but it still intrigued him.

“I’m just composing. Thought of this little melody last night and it sounded swell in my head. Care to listen?”

“Of course.”

His words of approval sent you and your fingers began to glide over the keys with ease and experience. While the tune may have been simple in your eyes, Ron was still mesmerized. How you could think of a melody the night before and write it all down the day after was absolutely amazing to him.

When you finished playing what you have written, Ron clapped enthusiastically. “You know... I think it’s really bloody cool that you can play an instrument,” he complimented softly but with a smile, “and-and you really don’t care what other people think. I admire that, really.”

“Do you, then?” You were intrigued at his sudden and subtle flirting.

“Yes! Yes I really do!”

Your callused hands reached for his and placed them on the keys. “Here, let me teach you a little something.” You played a small melody, expecting him to copy your movements, which he did, but in a not-so-neat fashion. You chuckled. “Close.” You played the melody again, but slower. He repeated. “There you go, you got it!” You played another melody

This was his chance. Taking a deep breath, Ron began to speak. “So... are you planning on going to the Yule Ball?”

At that, your hands stopped. Your heart began to pang in your chest and your train of thought had completely crashed at that out of the blue question. Usually, you were very well put together around everyone, but the simple query seemed to almost push you over the edge... in the good way.

“We-well...” you cleared your throat and adjusted the collar of your shirt, “that depends.” You stared at him with your face reddened. “Why?”

“Um, are you going with anyone? ...by chance?”

You smiled. “Well, no. No I’m not. I haven’t been asked.”

Ron grinned as his confidence surged. It was as if a boost of electricity went through his entire body. “What are the chances you’d... that you’d want to go with me?”

“Aw Ron, I’d love that!” You said in finality. You grabbed his hand on the piano and gave it a squeeze.

“Good... frankly I’ve been planning on asking you for a little bit and that would be a bit embarrassing if you said no...”

“How long is a little bit?”

“Well, a while, actually.” He felt himself about to ramble, but he couldn’t stop. “I’ve been wanting to ask you out an’ everything but I couldn’t find the words to tell you, and I was a bit nervous, you know? Y/N I think you’re really amazing and I love everything about you.” There, he said it and he was proud of it, but his outward demeanor said otherwise.

“You don’t need to be nervous around me, Ron. I think of you just the same as you do me. I think you’re a beautiful boy with a big heart. Honestly, I wouldn’t want to go to the ball with someone other than you.”

His face lit up. “Really?”

You brushed his bangs out of his eyes. “Yeah.”

Well, it was safe to say that Ron was kooky for the whole rest of the month leading up to the ball. He couldn’t believe he found the words to talk to you, even if it didn’t go exactly to plan. Hermione was right. All he really needed to do was wing it.

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i hope you enjoyed! i loved writing this so much. let me know if i should write a second part to this, like of the ball and such okok

#ron weasley #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley one shot #ron weasley x you #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley x yn #harry potter #ron weasley fluff

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his guitar

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(not my gif !) summary : eddie munson x any reader. you are buying some of the sweet stuff from eddie when his guitar catches your eye. warnings : drug dealing. no spoilers i promise word count : 850 back to writing again bc eddie munson.

How did you end up in Eddie Munson’s room that evening? Well, buying drugs from him could be a plausible answer, even if it didn’t explain why you were in there of all places. As much as it was a dump, it was still sort of fascinating; every time you looked another direction, there was a new object that you didn’t see at first... but, there was always that one thing that caught your eye:

His guitar.

It was most probably the greatest thing you have ever seen. Its black exterior with the little sharp curves on the bottom made him seem like he was a rock star; an Eddie Van Halen rock star.

“Like what you see?”

You turned around, noticing Eddie standing tall in the door frame. He flashed you a small smile as he approached and lightly grazed his fingertips across the strings.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to snoop-”

Eddie made a noise and flailed his free arm, “Nah, don’t be sorry,” he reassured, “If I were you in this situation I’d be drooling over this guitar, too.” He turned around to face you. “So, what do you want? The usual?”

Hesitantly, you shook your head. “Oh, um... do you have anything... strong? Something you haven’t given me before.”

“I...” He went to his knees and dug through a box to what looked like various different types of drugs. He pulled out a baggie filled with white powder and smiled, “...might have just that.” Eddie turned to you and placed it into your palm. “Crack cocaine. This should be strong enough.”

“This seems a bit too strong, Eddie.”

He groaned, “Come on, you said you wanted something strong!”

“I know I did but cocaine is like, a bit on the bad side.”

“Doll, all drugs are on the bad side...” He muttered more to himself inaudibly and took the white stuff out of your hand and threw you a bag filled with something similar to marijuana, but by close glance you could tell it was something different.

“Thank you.” You looked at his guitar again. “So... your guitar. I really like it.”

“Yeah?” he said with pride in his voice. He rambled a bit until he stopped and stared at you, “Waaait a minute, you’re trying to flatter me, aren’t you?” You shrugged and sat on his bed. “You really do learn fast, doll. Who told you that flattery almost always works with me?”

You shrugged again with a laugh, “No no, I’m not trying to flatter you. Honest. I was just wondering though... do you think you can play me something?”

His eyes glittered with surprise. Pointing at himself jokingly, he says, “Who, me?” You nodded. Eddie smiled with as much enthusiasm as a kid in a candy store. Nobody really thought to ask the freak to play them a tune, so he gladly stood up and removed his guitar from his mirror and strung it around his shoulder and waist. He tuned it with skill fingers and sat down on his bed beside where you resided. “Any requests?”

You thought for a moment. “Well... what have you been working on? Anything?”

“Well,” he hummed, “I was just playing around yesterday night and I thought up a nice tune I think you’d like.” He adjusted himself on the bed and began strumming his fingertips across the strings. The song was a bit slower in tempo, to your surprise; Eddie to you always seemed like a crazy metal head who would never interact with any soft-like song, but of course, it was an instance of ‘never judge a book by its cover.’

As he plucked, he muttered improvised lyrics that were almost inaudible to the human ear, but loud enough for you to hear. Frankly, the melodic words that spewed out of his mouth were really sweet; the sound alone was hopeful, let alone the additives that made it complete. You never knew that Eddie Munson was capable of ever creating such a beautiful piece.

When he strummed the final chords, he looked to you and smiled, one that you returned. “That was... amazing.” You were at a loss for words and the boy beside you could tell. Chuckling, he pushed a hair behind your ear, stood up, and placed his guitar back to its original place.

“Well, your ‘flattery’ worked, Y/N,” he said finally, “Take the drug, free of charge.”

“Eddie, you don’t have to do that-”

“I know, but I insist.” He smiled at you again, but even more genuine than the first time, “And it’s not every day you get someone to listen to you play.”

You stared, rather confused. “You mean people never ask you? But your music is fantastic.” He shrugged, but with no response. He seemed saddened by what you had previously said, and you hated seeing anyone - even Eddie - upset. You straightened yourself out on the bed and looked him softly in the eye. “Why don’t you play me another tune. I’ll stay here all night if I have to.”

His frown dissipated. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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guys it’s like two in the morning, i’m exhausted, so if this seems rushed i am so sorry. but anyways i hope you enjoyed this and that my comeback was worth it.

(this is also not edited yet, i will touch it again when i am not about to pass out)

#eddie munson #eddie munson is so hot #stranger things #stranger things season four #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x reader #soft eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot

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stranger things

EDDIE MUNSON

his guitar - you are buying some of the sweet stuff from eddie when his guitar catches your eye.

#stranger things #masterlist #eddie munson #steve harrington

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nice try, james potter

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summary : james potter x fem!reader. you and james are attempting to study for an upcoming exam, but the latter doesn’t seem to be on the same page. warnings : none. word count : 722

i found this gif and now i want to write him again. also, this is your warning to START STUDYING BC FINALS ARE COMING UP!!!!

“Ok, James, how long does it take to brew a traditional Veritaserum potion?” you quizzed, staring intently at your boyfriend who sat at a table in front of you. He looked as if he were daydreaming.

“Um,” he thought, but clearly, you knew that he wasn’t on the right thinking track. Obviously, he didn’t care for this exam, and it showed. “Oh, I don’t know, love. Why are we studying this again?” You sighed heavily.

“Because we have an exam in a couple of days and I would like it if you and I didn’t fail,” you answered plainly. You folded your arms on your chest. “So, what’s the answer to my question?”

“What was it again?” You groaned, throwing your head backward, almost hitting the back wall. “Woah, y/n be careful, you almost hit your head on the bloody damned wall!”

“I have a question for you, James.” He hummed in response. “How are you supposed to do well on this test when you have no idea what I’m asking you?”

He shrugged, laying his head on his arm, to which was resting on the desk. He looked up at you and smiled. “Oh, y/n I can’t focus when I have a pretty girl like you reading off these useless test questions.” You chuckled at his lame attempts to flirt with you. His intent was to coax you into getting you both away from the study table, but you and him both knew that wasn’t going to happen, especially since the potions exam you were studying for was one of the biggest of the year. It was worth a shot, though, on his part. “Can’t we do something else, you know that we both want to do?” He shot you a smirk, “Come on, you know you wanna.”

You stared at him for a brief moment before realizing what he was aiming to do. “Nice try, James Potter,” you smiled. Whilst doing so, you had thought of an idea. “...but, fortunately for you, I thought of a solution to get you to focus, since obviously that’s your biggest problem.”

“Oh yeah?” You nodded. “Try me, love.”

This time, you were the one to smirk. “Every time you answer a question right, you get a kiss from me.” Your offer stood firm on the table.

James picked his head up from the desk. “Where?”

“That depends. But now that I see your intrigued, we should start.” You picked up a makeshift flashcard - the one you had read to James earlier - and perused it to him once again. “How long does it take to brew a traditional Veritaserum potion?”

He hummed again, sticking his tongue slightly out of his lips. You knew that your especially horny boyfriend was thinking hard. After all, he desperately needed that kiss from you. “Isn’t it, like, one lunar phase?”

You smiled back at him. “Correct.” As promised, you leaned up to him and gave him a peck on the cheek. He frowned slightly; he wanted more. But he knew there was a price to pay for more kisses, so he did the best he could with answering the questions.

After an hour of studying, James had managed to get most of the questions correct. You smiled at him for accomplishing this task with much needed hard work. Who knew intimacy could help get the job done?

“Great work today,” you say as you find your way out of your chair and began walking to your not-so-secret food stash.

James hopped up from his seat, “Wait, y/n I have something for you!” You spun on your heels and faced your boyfriend, who stared at you lustfully. Brushing a lock out of your eyes, he leaned down and planted a long, passionate kiss on your lips. You stayed there for a moment, taking it all in.

Once you broke apart, the red on your face told its own story. “What was that for?” you queried rhetorically, though, he didn’t exactly pick up on that.

“For helping me study, of course!” He gave you a soft kiss on your forehead, “And for being a great teacher.”

You chuckled. “Well, it was nothing, James.” And that was the truth. Standing on your toes, you kissed him again, and in a way where you both didn’t want to let go.

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #marauders #marauders era #james potter x you #marauders fic #james potter imagine #james potter fluff #james potter soft

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summary : lily evans x fem!reader ,, you’re trying to pay attention in potions, but lily continues to distract you warnings : none dts : @remusmuse <3 word count : 601

simplicity at its finest

“Y/N,” Lily whispered into your ear, and you shivered, feeling her breath inside of you. Currently, you were in potions, and all week, Professor Slughorn had assured the class to not ‘dilly-dally this week and actually pay attention to the lesson.’ You cocked your head slightly, muttering a response. “Look at all these people not paying attention!”

You sighed. As much as you loved Lily, you would have much rather her distract you from the lesson if what she was going to say was worth your time. Obviously it wasn’t. But what she did mention was true; despite the warning, it seemed as though almost everyone was dozing off.

“Well, it seems to me that you’re not paying attention, either,” you hushed back, keeping your eyes glued on the professor. Your pen was inked continuously to make sure you wrote down every little thing that was being said. Who knows, what if there’s a pop quiz about everything that was mentioned, or what if on the final exam there’s a materialized question that you’ve only gone in class once? You couldn’t take any chances; your perfect marks were on the line.

Lily huffed and flipped her hair. “I am too paying attention!” she disagreed with no further knowledge of the subject to which she had absolutely no notes regarding.

“Oh yeah?” you chuckled, “Then what are the potion elements Slughorn just told us?” Lily stared into space, stuttering stupidly. “I rest my case,” you conceded, and she slapped your arm lightly. You flinched, pinching her back.

“Ow, Y/N!” Lily whisper-shouted, gaining the attention of a few kids sitting around you. You put your hand on Lily’s mouth in hopes to shut her up. Yes, you know retaliating was uncalled for, but she also didn’t have to run her mouth.

“Lily, be quiet!” you whispered back as the professor began to pace up and down the aisles. It was as if he were checking to see if his pupils were writing everything that was, or previously on the board. He clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Did anyone write any notes down?” he grumbled, audible to himself. Looking over at you and Lily, you could see a small tug of a smile curl into his lips. At least two of his best students were gladly paying attention. This led you into confusion, though, as you notice neatly scribbled notes near Lily, the girl who just moments ago did not have anything written down. It then dawned on you that she probably copied everything you noted, but you didn’t mind as much as you should have.

“See, Y/N, I told you I was paying attention,” she smirked. You blocked out her notions, staring at the professor taking sheets of paper out from inside his desk.

“A pop quiz-” he began, but he was cut off by groans of almost everyone except for the few who actually did what was told. Professor Slughorn smiled, “I told the lot of you to pay attention today.” That was all he said, and he began to pass out the quizzes. He mentioned that the test should be an easy full mark, as everything that was on it was numerically taught a half hour before.

The professor motioned for everyone to put their notes away, which to you, wasn’t a problem since you had memorized everything already. You looked over at a nervous Lily Evans and elbowed her lightly, “Should’ve been paying attention instead of trying to distract me, eh?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure Y/N.”

You smirked and hunkered down, completing the test with ease.

#marauders #marauders era #marauders fic #lily evans #lily evans x you #lily evans x y/n #lily evans x reader #lily evans fluff

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you’ve always got me

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summary : regulus black x fem!slytherin reader ,, after having not seeing the reader all night, regulus reminisces about her, wishing that he could be with her again. warnings : separation anxiety, fear dts : inspired by @romantic-skeletons && @sortofnellie word count : 1.08k

tbh i felt like a (kind of soft ?) reggie oneshot, so this is what i’ve come up with !

Regulus laid in bed with a pattering heart, sweaty palms, and a bad case of the jitters. His body shivered, he was restless, and frankly his brain wasn’t in the right place.

He didn’t want to admit this to anyone, but he missed you. He missed your smile, your warm touch... it was like you had healing powers, but it only worked on him. That was the way he liked it, anyway; you were his, he was yours.

You were probably the first person Regulus had ever grown attached to like this, and really he had never been in a relationship before. Sure, he may have had a fling or two, but they didn’t mean anything. You were the only thing that mattered to him. Every time he saw you his face would light up like the brightest star in the sky, and immediately, he would touch you. Not in a weird way, of course, but to his own satisfaction.

He treated you like his princess, always snagging you some extra food for when you get hungry, giving you priceless junk that he finds and collects for no exact reason, and needless to say, he gives you the most gorgeous flowers he could find. Regulus doesn’t use his wand to grow them (in his eyes, it isn’t authentic enough) but instead finds his own ways to get them to you. It was his job as your boyfriend to make sure you were pampered correctly.

But now he continues to lay, his shoulders scrunched up and pounded onto the bed in a not-so-delicate manner. The Slytherin common room looked more tenebrous than usual, and the vibe of the lifeless room was sort of horror movie like. Although not usually scared, at this moment that was the only other emotion he felt aside from melancholiness: fear.

Fear? No. No, he couldn’t be afraid. But he wonders why he continues to feel that way. “I should be happy!” he continues to say, but even he cannot take his own advice. “I should be happy!” he hushes again, “I have a beautiful girlfriend, I have a great life...” Regulus brushed his hair out of his eyes and stared blandly out of his dorm window. “I should be happy!”

Obviously, that was easier said than done.

He turned on his back, itching for more. He wanted to call out your name, but couldn’t bring himself to do it, as that would be embarrassing if his peers woke up to his flustering yells. He groaned and continued to flip restlessly on the bed, then finding himself jumping out of the comforting bunk and rushing into the common area. Nobody was in there but himself and the crinkling fire in front of him. But maybe, just maybe, that fireplace can bring a reminiscing trait about you. Maybe, he could finally fall asleep.

He closed his eyes. He shut down his brain. And he relaxed his body.

This helped to a certain point, until then he thought about you again, and it made him seem even more flustered. He cursed under his breath and his fingernails dug into the rubbery black couch cushion. The squeezing feeling was anything but pleasing to him, but what else did he have to cope with? He couldn’t see you; you were fast asleep...

Or so he thought.

You too had been dealing with insomnia, not as extreme as Regulus’s, but really, you just could not sleep. As you walk out of your dorm, you see the awful sight of your boyfriend sprawled out on the couch. He was comparable to a cat wanting to scratch up furniture, although as cats do that for fun, he certainly was not planning on doing the same.

You unobtrusively lean on the staircase, and after getting bored in that position you move closer. “Reg,” you mutter to him. Startled, he looked over the side of the couch. His hands were lifted, motioning you to come to him, and you obeyed. Laying on the edge of the couch, you brush his brown curls and sigh. “Reggie, are you alright?”

You felt his body quiver, “I missed you.” Was the only thing he said. You didn’t ask him to elaborate, but hell, you didn’t have to. You kissed his forehead and he wrapped his arms around your back, passionately bringing you into a tight embrace. He couldn’t let you go, not now. Not after he just saw you for the first time that night.

“Don’t be upset,” you uttered, “Please don’t.”

“I didn’t want to be, honestly!” he replied, then sighing. His voice was lighter, more hushed, and he repeated, “I just missed you...” You relax your back and lightly force his arms off it, much to his dismay. “No... no please stay. I don’t want to be alone.”

You laughed in a comforting manner, “Reggie, trust me, you’re not alone.” You pecked his cheek, “You’ve got me, you’ve always got me.”

“Yeah but if you leave you’re not gonna be with me anymore.”

You shake your head. “No, I’ll be with you in here,” you softly tapped his head, “and here.” You dragged your finger to his chest, touching above his heart. “And now that I’ve proven that, you’ll be fine to be off by yourself, yeah?”

Regulus nodded, but you could see a frown on his face that clearly, he was trying to hide. “I’m sorry y/n,” he said with guilt. And he really was. “I’m being silly; I can’t be acting like this.”

Your hand trailed his cheek, “You don’t need to be sorry, love.” You fully remove yourself off of the couch and take Regulus with you. “And you’re not being silly.” You grabbed his hand, rubbing his thumb. His hands were exceptionally warm and soft, and you internally smiled at the touch. “Trust me, everyone deals with withdrawal, it’s not just you!”

“Have you felt it before?”

“‘course I have. It’s a part of life, Reggie.” You kissed him once again, but this time, your lips collided with his for a brief moment. “Now, let’s head off to bed; we’ve got classes tomorrow.”

Regulus didn’t move. “Can... can you come up with me?”

You thought for a moment, but that moment was short lived. To risk getting in trouble for sleeping in the opposite gender dorm was something you would do for him and him only. So you nodded sweetly and walked with him up into the dorms, happy that your boyfriend was in a better mood.

#regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black x y/n #marauders #marauders era #marauders fic #regulus black angst #regulus black imagine

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masterlist

MY FAV FANDOMS: (more coming soon!)

HARRY POTTER

MARAUDERS

GOLDEN ERA

THE TWENTY FIRST CENTURY

STRANGER THINGS

JUJUTSU KAISEN

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marauders

JAMES POTTER

winter wonderland - james and the reader walk around a snowy campus after school hours.

nice try, james potter - the reader and james are attempting to study for an upcoming exam, but the latter doesn’t seem to be on the same page.

sfw alphabet - self explanatory

REGULUS BLACK

you’ve always got me - after having not seeing the reader all night, regulus reminisces about her, wishing that he could be with her again.

LILY EVANS

stuttering stupidly - you’re trying to pay attention in potions, but lily continues to distract you

MULTI

marauder’s sex headcannons - self explanatory

#masterlist #marauders masterlist #james potter #regulus black #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders #young marauders

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winter wonderland

i hate this one

summary : james potter x shy female! reader. james and the reader walk around a snowy campus after school hours.

warnings : none, kind of just fluffy

You and James had silently been walking side by side on a cold evening outside the Hogwarts castle. The silence was overbearing, but neither of you could break it. Of course, James being himself, he had tried to make conversation with you, but because of how quiet you were, all you could do was answer with either a shrug, nod, or head-shake.

It was after school hours on the first day of the weekend. Frankly, it was the first time you didn’t have anything to do, homework wise, but of course, somebody had to plan something - that person being James Potter himself. A walk around the courtyard seemed very comforting, but honestly, you didn’t exactly want to. You didn’t want to hurt the peppy boy’s feelings, though, so you agreed unconditionally.

You and James sat next to each other in a few classes, but still did not engage in much conversation. The only time you would talk to him was when the teacher had ordered the class to talk amongst themselves about the topic they were learning about, but still, the talking was minimal.

In truth, it was harder to speak to James than to everyone else. Sure, you talked to the rest of the marauders sometimes, (mostly Remus) but that didn't mean you chatted up a storm. A thought had crossed your mind a handful of times about how it would be like to date James, and maybe about how you had liked him the slightest bit, but, as it was said, it was only a handful of times.

You continued to walk with James around campus. Not a word was spoken. You didn’t want to be here, so what was there to talk about? You sighed lightly and looked up at the sky.

“Y/N, if you didn’t want to come, you didn’t have to,” James said sadly. His usually merry smile was instead replaced with a melancholy frown, and a sudden pang of regret rang through your chest.

You just looked at him, lips bobbing in and open and close motion like a goldfish, but nothing came out of your mouth. You oh-so-desperately wanted to tell the boy otherwise, (even if it wasn’t exactly true) but you could not find the right words to tell him.

Your footprints left marks imprinted in the grainy and snowy sidewalk. It truly looked beautiful outside with shiny snow covering the evergreen shrubs like a big white blanket. Icicles hung down from a gazebo where some of the Ravenclaw members liked to spend their time. You smiled a bit, taking in the features.

James looked at you to say something when he did, white precipitation started to fall down gracefully onto the sidewalk. You both stopped in your tracks before looking at each other and then up to the sky. Snow flakes were now falling delicately onto your skin and some even in your hair. You glanced over at James, whose mouth was wide open trying to catch one of the bigger snowflakes. Chuckling, you stared at him as your eyes began to water from the sudden cold.

Once James caught a snowflake on his tongue, he jumped up and down with a grin that he couldn't remove from his face. His once sad expression was gone, and it caused you to smile as well; it was too contagious not to do so, especially when around a boy who became extremely ecstatic over the smallest things.

"The snowfall is beautiful!" James spoke as his eyes glittered with imagination. Winter was his favorite season and he absolutely adored when it started to snow. He acted like a little kid; a joyful little toddler who just wanted to bury themselves under a mountain of frigidness and scare anyone who passed. Maybe that was why you had tiny thoughts of him cross your mind every once in a while.

"It's a winter wonderland!" you said softly as you spun around with arms flailing beside you. Your spin left a small foot mark on the ground, which was beginning to be covered with snow.

"You said something!" James exclaimed in surprise as he pointed a large finger at you, "I knew you weren't mute!"

You laughed at the clueless boy as you put his finger towards the ground, "James, I've talked to you before," you smiled as steam came out of your mouth and onto the boy's now rosy cheeks.

He gave you a confused face as he pondered about your response. He opened his mouth to speak a few times, but all that came out was air and a tiny squeak that made you laugh hysterically. There was something about the weather change that made you change around James Potter.

"When... I-"

You placed a finger on his lips to make him go quiet, but to your surprise, he kissed it, making you both smile and shriek. Although, smiling took over. "Thank you, James," you said as you wiped your finger on your skirt.

"Anytime," he grinned as he stared past you and towards the large castle where he has practically lived in since first year. He pointed out how steadily the snow was falling around it as his eyes continued to light up with wonder. You shared his feeling of admiration, and it made you feel a subtle warmth inside of your cold body.

The two of you began to walk to back to common room in attempts to become warm. You talked more than you usually did, and it was a surprise to you more than the eager other. As you arrived, you gave him a small but soft peck on the cheek before saying your goodbye's and walking to your own dorm. Saying that James was stunned by your action was an understatement; he was bewildered as he watched you gleefully walk away towards your settlement.

Most of his friends paid attention enough to make any mention about him when he stepped into his dorm and onto his bed with a dreamy smile. This, in speculation, was good for him since they almost didn’t realize that he was kooky for the rest of the weekend. Almost.

Of course it was Sirius who noticed this; his best mate always had to know what’s going on. So he pestered the romantic-filled boy until he would say something, but to his dismay, the latter did not... not until the eccentricness wore off.

#james potter #james potter x reader #marauders #sirius orion black #remus lupin #young james x reader #james potter x y/n #marauders era #marauders oneshot #lily evans

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