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Ali’s Library
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Hey, j! an u do nerdy!Peter and Angel being scared she's using him?
*a/n: nerdy!peter has finally been released from his cage. he missed you all very much.
'and what do you do for him?'
you've been thinking about it for days. peter's softly snoring on your left but you can't sleep, tossing and turning, looking down every so often at your ring finger and feeling the same gut punch you have for the past seventy two hours.
your friend's cousin just moved to new york to follow her dreams, she's nineteen and full of life. she also very innocently asked a question that sent you tumbling down a whirlpool. you all met up for brunch, you even went the extra mile and snuck her a mimosa to show how friendly the city would be to her- but then she had to ask about your ring.
it's a new addition, you just got used to the weight and sparkle but anytime someone asks, you're shoving it in their face and bragging.
'that's a big ass diamond!'
'i know! i couldn't believe it when he asked me... i kept asking him if he was sure.'
of course you had to spill all the proposal details, your friend's cousin awwing at the right moments before doubling down with a congratulations. it was a nice moment that led into other conversations, somehow falling back on rent prices.
'it's fucking crazy out here, i don't know how you guys do it. how much do you pay in rent?' your friend shared her monthly rent, you stayed quiet, her cousin was looking at you for an answer.
'ew. you think i pay rent?' you flashed your ring again, giggles fell around the table, the topic moved on. someone mentioned a restaurant, you chimed in to say it was amazing, that your fiance took you there for your last anniversary.
'god damn, the cheapest thing on the menu is two hundred bucks! i looked it up and a glass of wine was like eighty dollars, that's crazy!'
'hmm... peter splurged on a bottle.' there was a chorus, the girls loved hearing that. you shrugged at your humble brag. when you have a good man, you want everyone to know. little comments got brushed under the table, nothing major until the bill came.
you offered to pay, the two girls with you excited with your generosity. 'ah, don't thank me, it's on peter.' you slid the credit card to the end of the table, your friend's cousin put the final nail in the coffin.
'okay, okay, you gotta tell me. so, he buys for your friends, he pays the rent, he buys you super expensive dinner, you have a rock on your finger... and what do you do for him?' she laughed, your friend laughed, you laughed. it was funny. until you couldn't come up with anything you give him back.
now it's been three days and you're watching peter sleep, feeling more and more guilt creep in by the minute. you don't deserve the things he's given you. you're not sure if curling up to him makes you feel better or not but he's warm and your eyes are finally feeling heavy.
j! its been so long but omg hi
i was super obsessed with ur frat!peter hows he doing?
i just saw a tiktok that was about a frat boy yelling at a party “if youre not a brother or fucking a brother, then get the fuck out!” has this been brought up in the frat!peter circle?
i have so many scenarios in my mind like at the different stages! when they first started and trouble isnt super stable in the relationship and she goes to head out but peter (or ethan omg) grabs her arm and hes like ur part of that demographic trouble. im melting 🫠
or when theyre like broken up/taking a break and she goes to leave and peter goes all sad puppy dog eyes :((
omg yes queen::
*a little something ya'll can wake up to. <3
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'if you're not a brother or fucking a brother, then get the fuck out!'
you hold in a sigh, the party's over. ally won't make it home with you tonight, she ditched you thirty minutes ago to 'go with matty,' aka, you won't see her again until tomorrow.
you glance down at your drink and debate chugging it, if you do you know you'll leave with a woozy stomach. you take two sips and dump the cup in the kitchen trash, it sends two empty beer cans falling, you shrug at the mess and keep walking.
a girl stumbles into your shoulder and profusely apologizes with tears in her eyes, you keep telling her it's okay but she doesn't let it go until her boyfriend nudges her out of the house.
the house music cuts, any stragglers were just seriously kicked out. you follow the crowd and prepare for the cold walk home, a hand loops around your upper arm before you can get through the threshold.
'where do you think you're going?' you turn around and grin at your friend. 'home? where are you going?'
'also home. i'm just waiting for everyone to clear out first.' ethan pulls you away from the dwindling party. 'you know, brother duties.' he sends a wink your way, you nod along like you understand.
'yeah, but i'm not a brother so i don't think i should help with that.'
ethan stops you again. 'parker is a brother, yes?' he is. he's also not there tonight. something about going to queens being more important than the typical friday night party. 'he is.'
'and you're fucking him, right?' you love when ethan has a little liquor in him. 'i am.'
Harry has such a resting bitch face that all the people he fancies think he hates them... his intense pining look is murderous and he doesn’t realize it
I have never seen anything more accurate this is CANON
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let pinterest describe you to its best abilities and share how accurate you believe it is!! use the first picture that pops up!!
first search “aesthetic”, then “character”, and lastly “me”
thank you for the tags @dearmisshoney @riddlesrizzler 🖤
aesthetic ⋆ character ⋆ me
npt: @obsessedwithceleste @pizzaapeteer @godricgryffinsnore @draco-malfoys-lovergirl @redeemingvillains
Thank you for the tag, Leigh 💗💗💗
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Thanks for the tag, Tumblr played with me, it didn't notify me!
Anyways,
Not Pinterest giving me Harry 😭🤌🏻
Tagging: @ijr09, @nuninho2000, @desipotterhead18, @expectodeer, anyone who wants to join.
thanks for the tag! 🩷🩷
Tagging: @sweetlypunk @pottersdeer @buttersuaa @wistericaine (I love your writing lol)
concussions and interruptions au m.list
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꩜ smut ❀ fluff 𖤓 angsty/angry 𖤐 funny
synopsis: when you accidentally meet harry's parents for the first time, they quickly learn that you're a very sweet girl, but you have a very complicated family. slytherin!reader
✩ concussions and interruptions - You aren’t expecting to meet Harry’s parents for the first time while you share an intimate moment in the hospital wing after he sustains another quidditch injury (❀𖤐)
✩ after curfew - you and harry seem to forget his godfather is doing rounds when you sneak out after curfew (❀𖤐)
✩ it's a date - when harry and his parents see you in diagon alley, they are surprised to see the sudden change in behaviour you have at your parents' presence. but that won't stop harry from getting his kiss. (❀𖤓)
✩ heavy dresses, tight corsets - in the guise of having a sleepover with daphne, you go over to harry's house, where you can finally take this stupid dress off. (❀)
✩ people are watching - it seems that you begin to care less and less who gets to see the true side of your parents. and apparently, so do they. (❀𖤓)
✩ the talk - when james potter catches you and his son making out in his bedroom, he excitedly goes to tell his wife. but he isn't expecting her to call you both down for a talk no one can take seriously. (❀𖤐) COMING SOON
✩ pass the wrench - when james enters his living room and can't find harry to help him fix something, he decides you're fit to help with the job. after all, you're practically already his daughter in law. (❀𖤐) COMING SOON
✩ be my baby - another night at the potter household reveals that you love one of harry's least favourite songs, a.k.a his dad's all time favourite. (❀) COMING SOON
OMG OMG OMG A HARRY FIC??!?!🫦🫦🥰🥰
Happy Endings
dedicated to @potterheadlovespotter (hope you like it <3)
Peaceful Wakeups II
“Do you believe in happy endings?"
The ringing in your ears quieted as you turned toward the voice, lifting your head from Harry's shoulder. Rubble surrounded you, and dust clung to both your skins, settling in every crease and fold like ash. The Great Hall was filled with survivors, moving and murmuring in a daze, but none of it felt real.
They had done it. Voldemort was gone. The war was over. And yet the acid in your throat, the one that had risen the moment you stepped back into Hogwarts, refused to leave.
Everything around you seemed distant, suspended in a dream you couldn’t wake from. You didn’t feel real. You weren’t sure if you ever would again.
Harry’s voice had barely broken the air when he spoke. His eyes were fixed on the bodies being carried from the room, the light in them dimmed and washed out. Your gaze followed his, and that burn in your throat deepened, spreading through you like something toxic.
His arm stayed wrapped around you, his hand pressed tightly to your shoulder, and though you could feel it, the sensation was muted. It was too comforting, too grounding.
You forced yourself to swallow.
“Do you?”
The words slipped from your mouth, soft and uncertain, hanging in the quiet space between you. You turned to look at him again, searching his face, unsure what you hoped to find. The green of his eyes looked darker than usual in the dimming light, and his skin was littered with cuts and bruises, each one caked with soot and dried blood.
He looked different now.
His cheeks were hollow, lips graying. His face had thinned so much it almost didn’t look like him. For a moment, you wondered if he really was alive.
Heyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!
I love your writing!!!!!!!!!
I was just wondering, if you are upto it, can we get a part two for Peaceful Wakeups?
It was amazing 😭
AH, thank you so much!
I’m so glad you liked it ❤️❤️ I’m currently figuring out a story I’m writing, so it might take me a little time to get to part two, but I do have ideas for it! I’ll try to work on it during breaks from the book. I’m really happy you enjoy my writing 🥹 xxxxx
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ꕤ — Characters ; Harry J Potter. Ron Weasley. Fred Weasley. George Weasley. Neville Longbottom. Draco Malfoy. Cedric Diggory.
ꕤ — Discretion ; none!! just fluff and love.
ꕤ — A/n ; eee i’m so sorry for disappearing for a bit ☹️. but i appreciate alll the support u guys have been showing me on all my works!! ily guys!! so here’s a fun lil treat :3 thank u endlessly 🫶🏻
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୨୧ — Harry J. Potter & Acts Of Service.
Harry isn’t good with words—not the ones that matter, anyway. He stumbles, stammers, gets stuck trying to say how he feels. But when it comes to showing you, there’s no hesitation. His love is found in the way he waits outside the library to walk you back to the common room, how he memorizes your favorite tea and makes sure there’s always enough sugar. It’s the way he notices when you’re too tired to finish an essay and stays up scribbling notes for you even though he’s just as exhausted.
He’s the boy who gives pieces of himself quietly, always watching, always finding the small gaps in your day where he can slip in and help without you asking. Because that’s what he needs—to feel like he’s protecting you, even from the smallest inconveniences.
Harry doesn’t say I love you in grand speeches. He says it in the way he fixes your broken quill without telling you, how he gives you the better seat at dinner, how he’d gladly carry your burdens if you let him. To him, love is action—every unspoken I’ll take care of this wrapped in the quiet hope that you’ll understand.
peaceful wakeups *ੈ✩‧₊˚
—amid the chaos of war, you and Harry find solace in the little moments
happy endings *ੈ✩‧₊˚
— peaceful wakeups II
The Lacerated Series | Wattpad
Peaceful Wakeups •
harry james potter x female! reader
Amid the chaos of war, you and Harry find solace in the little moments.
Consciousness stirred within you, gentle but insistent, as your mind swam toward wakefulness. You took a deep breath, feeling the crisp morning air fill your lungs.
Eyes still closed, you let the melody of chirping birds and the rhythmic splash of water against rocks wash over you. It was almost peaceful, almost enough to lull you back to sleep.
But then you caught it—an out-of-place sound. The faint, deliberate scratch of a quill gliding over parchment. Your brows furrowed instinctively, curiosity breaking through the haze of slumber.
Your eyelids fluttered open, revealing the soft golden hues of the sunrise seeping into the tent. The warm light wrapped around you, casting shadows that stretched and danced across the fabric walls. Blinking away the last remnants of sleep, your gaze shifted, scanning for the source of the noise.
It didn’t take long to find it.
Sitting on the ground beside your bed, legs crossed, was Harry. His head was bent low, dark hair falling in messy strands over his forehead as his quill moved swiftly over the open journal in his lap.
A smile tugged at your lips before you could stop it.
“What are you writing?” you asked, your voice soft but teasing.
Harry’s shoulders jolted ever so slightly before he chuckled under his breath. He glanced over his shoulder, and when his gaze met yours, you felt the unspoken warmth, the awe that lingered in his eyes as if seeing you for the first time all over again.
“You’re supposed to be asleep,” he said, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips.
“And you’re supposed to be up here,” you countered, patting the empty space beside you. “Why are you sitting on the ground?”
Harry closed the journal with a faint snap, sliding the quill inside. He tapped your hand playfully with it as he stood, earning a quiet laugh from you as you moved your fingers away.
Settling down next to you, his hand reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “You looked so peaceful,” he murmured, his fingers trailing down to cup your cheek. His thumb moved in soft, deliberate circles, sending a pleasant warmth through your skin. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”
A lovesick smile crept onto your face as you closed your eyes for a moment, basking in the gentleness of his touch. The sensation of his lips pressing against your forehead sent a flutter through your chest, and you chuckled quietly.
When your eyes opened, they fell to the notebook now resting on his lap. Your curiosity bubbled up again, and you glanced at him with a playful arch of your brow.
“What were you writing?” You asked again.
Harry shrugged, lifting the journal just enough to dismiss your question. “Nothing really,” he said casually, placing it on the small bedside stand. “Just some more Horcrux nonsense.”
You narrowed your eyes, suspicious but unwilling to press. He stretched with a soft groan before tugging the blanket aside and lying down beside you.
He opened his arms in invitation, and you didn’t hesitate. Nestling against his chest, you felt his hand settle at your waist while the other threaded gently through your hair.
A contented hum escaped your lips, and his soft laughter rumbled against you. He kissed your hairline, a tender, grounding gesture that made the world outside the tent seem so far away.
For a while, you stayed like that, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. Then you felt his nose brushing lightly against your ear, the warmth of his breath fanning over your skin. It sent a shiver racing down your spine, leaving your skin tingling in its wake.
His voice was a whisper, a vow, and a confession all at once. “I love you.”
Your cheeks burned as a wide grin spread across your face. Snuggling closer, you managed a muffled, “I love you more,” earning a quiet laugh from him.
“Not possible,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear before he placed a lingering kiss there. “Now go back to sleep.”
His fingers traced gentle patterns along your back, his touch soothing and rhythmic. Your eyelids grew heavier with every pass, and soon the soft pull of sleep reclaimed you.
Harry, however, stayed awake. His eyes lingered on your peaceful face, a small, almost bittersweet smile playing at his lips. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, letting it linger as if the action could etch itself into his soul.
His gaze flicked back to the journal resting on the stand. His chest tightened as he thought of the inked words inside.
A list.
Plans for the two of you after the war—dreams he was desperate to make real, no matter the odds. Through the slight gap between the pages, he could make out the first line, and his breath caught.
1. Propose
The rope in his stomach twisted tighter as he imagined what life could be. What it should be. He exhaled deeply, leaning back into the warmth of your embrace. For now, that was enough. It had to be.
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