No-go's: pedophilia, incest, stepcest, sibling!reader of a character I write for, war scenarios, domestic violence, stalking, dark!fics
Yes: smut, fluff, angst, chubby reader, quiet reader, bubbly reader, etc., reader with a specific illness or disability you want to see represented, you can always rant about headcanons or send me tiktoks you think apply to my characters
sound of the water: Wildflower and Barley - Hozier
The request machine is a bit slow but shes trying her best!! come join me for a swim or fish yourself a story
DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ON ANOTHER BLOG OR PLATFORM WITHOUT OBVIOUS CREDITING AND UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCE FEED IT TO AI!!!! IF I FIND OUT ABOUT THAT I WILL BLOCK YOU!!
my old blog was @dearggntlereader I lost access to it when my old laptop broke, since the e-mail i used was old and i didnt have access to it anymore so i couldn't reset my password. So, if my writing style or even this introduction seems familiar, thats why.
bsf!James Potter who makes out with you when you two get drunk. It's all in good fun!! He kisses all his friends!!! It's just a little longer with you and the slip of tongue just happens!! :) I mean what can he do when you're whining into his mouth and pulling on his hair, except deepen the kiss? You always end up in his bed afterwards, making out untill your lips are swollen and rutting against each other aimlessly, pleasure so hot it burns all doubts. The clothes never get taken off, though. You are his best friend!! And he can't see his best friend nacked in this kinda context!! Just underwear doesn't count, right?
guys, i was bored and translated this bullshit rq "all of you will pay for what you have done. fucking *r slur*, this isn't the end -a"
WTF AHSHHDSHA this is soooo emberassing!!! Imagine being 22, stealing others writing, using slurs, sending minors deaththreats and then you even sign of your weird ass, fake mysterious message as if you're gossip girl!! Get a grip
I suggest you dont comment on yet blog directly (she will block you), but go straight to the report button — report something else — fill the copyright violation form there, and keep monitoring her blog silently for more theft evidence. They steal from everybody, shamelessly.
I'm sorry this is happening to you.
A similar blog did this in January and it took a couple days with a lot of us reporting and writing to tumblr admin until they finally took it down. Honestly, I think this is the same "person."
I'm sorry you got targeted. Your post is lovely.
Thank you so so much for bringing this to my attention!! It's obviously really shitty of that user to steal my and others work, but I'm really thankful that I've already seen several people defend me and my work (as well as other writers'). So, thank you for that! I really appreaciate it and I will report them right away!!!
Zuko who loves when you kiss his scar. The skin is more sensitive and every time your soft lips litter gentle pecks across it a shiver runs down his spine, tickling his heart and reminding him how much you love each other. Whenever you comfort him, you press a close mouth kiss to each of his cheekbones. For you, it’s simply a small way to comfort him, not anything you spend time thinking about. For him, it’s a reminder that he’s safe with you. It helps him be vulnerable in front of you, knowing that you won’t ever do anything to hurt him physically or emotionally.
nerdy Basketball player!Remus Lupin who celebrates his win with you, artsy!reader (wc:0.8k, pure fluff, i would love to write more for him so please request (I already have some planned, too))
Remus is running across the court, ball in possession. He’s sweaty and locked in on figuring out how to get to the net, face serious and eyebrows scrunched together. He looks ridiculously handsome, muscles flexing, face glistening.
Your eyes keep flitting between him on the court and him in your sketchbook. The page is filled with quick and loose gesture drawings of him in action, sharing the space with two detailed drawings of his face while he was taking a break, drinking and staring straight ahead to try and listen to the coach’s quick instructions and not get distracted.
He makes for the perfect model, his side profile especially.
When he manages to get past a fairly strong defence player without losing the ball you lay down your pencil, making sure that you don’t miss his basket.
He scores just a few seconds after and points at you with a quietly confident smile, sandy brown curls sticking to his face and freckles highlighted by his light blush.
It’s an important game and the stands are filled to the brim, yet he finds you with such ease it makes you wonder how often he’s been glancing at you while getting into position or letting his eyes linger while the game is in a small interruption, your head stuck in your sketchbook.
A girl behind you giggles and squeals a little before another girl next to her hisses “Shut up. He has a girlfriend." The first girl lets out a disappointed sigh and you feel a little bad for smiling. It’s just always a nice reminder that even without showing you off at the parties he doesn’t go to or posting you on his nonexistent instagram he’s made it clear that he’s unavailable. Clear enough to avoid most unknowing flirting, at least.
You draw a little chibii doodle of him blowing you a kiss, and adorn the sketches with stars and hearts, feeling a little silly but very vindicated while you do so. You’d feel more embarrassed if you didn’t know that Remus would find it adorable.
They win the game, obviously. Later, you will probably act like you weren’t on the edge of your seat the whole time, instead fully confident that they won’t lose their lead.
All his teammates huddle together and he lets himself get hugged by his best friend on the team before quickly turning to the stands, where you’re already expecting him. He’s done this at every game, whether they win or lose, running over to collect a long kiss or celebratory hug with quick happy kisses pressed to your face.
When you first started dating you had expected both of you to hate these kinds of public displays of affection, his silent broody nature didn’t exactly seem like he wanted to make out with you in the middle of a party or have you sit on his lap while you're hanging out with his friends. You were also pretty sure you’d find that kind of thing way too embarrassing.
You were very wrong.
As it turns out, with him close and kissing you, you can’t even think to try and be embarrassed, instead happily pulling him even closer. He’s much the same, largely the one to initiate the kisses and lingering touches, completely forgetting about his inconspicuous nature when he leaves in the middle of a conversation to get to you, pulling you back to whatever he was doing, only this time while his hands are on you.
He’s no different now, running over to you with quiet confidence and a happy smile. The stands are still filled with people and he has to push past some people trying to leave, throwing congratulations he doesn’t seem to hear at him as he passes, to get to you.
His hands are on you in an instant, hugging you close and burying his face in your neck. You giggle and playfully push him away “You stink, Remmy.”
“Don’t care” the muffled words almost get lost in the chatter and cheers surrounding you two, some students clearly trying not to stare. You stopped minding a while ago.
He pulls back to press a quick kiss to your lips while James yells at him from the court “Remus! Leave the poor girl alone and come join us for the photo!”
You laugh as Remus glares back at him, his brown eyes sparking with humor “James can go fuck himself. Give me another kiss.”
You lean in and let him hug you even closer as he indulges, but pull back after just a second, admittedly regretfully. “Go on, I will see you after.”
He frowns, thinking through his options before relenting with a sigh. Not before he presses another quick kiss to your cheek, though.
On his way back to the court, he looks back at you three times.
MY ENGAGEMENT IN THIS FANDOM IS NOT IN ANY WAY A SUPPORT TO JK ROWLING AND HER DISGUSTING VIEWS!!!!!!! I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSPHOBIA, HOMOPHOBIA, SEXISM OR RACISM
I love him he's such a softie and everyone kinda thinks he's intimadating but he's so so so sweet (he can def throw a punch, though)
Adult!Zuko who warms you up with his hands (wc:1.2k, fluff, like the tinies itty bittiest bit of angst cuz there's yearning, not proofread, I'm pretty sure that in canon fire benders have to concentrate on using fire bending to keep themselves warm but lets just ignore that cuz i think its stupid and i thought this concept was more fun)
The cold wind is biting against your skin while the fire dies down in front of you. You’ve curled yourself into your sleeping bag and tried to crowd as close to the dying embers as possible.
Zuko has not yet returned from his quick exploration of the road ahead and you're starting to get worried, he could very well be attacked while you lay here with no way to help him. Part of you wants to follow him, but you're honestly not even sure if it’s been that long, coldness seeping into your bones and making every second feel like minutes of painful waiting.
Plus, he could warm you up easily.
Your teeth are shattering as you watch the last small flames and sparks crackle in the wood. Letting your mind wander to warmer places, you wait until Zuko returns. Sun bathing on warm beaches, walking through bustling cities and riding over hot deserts fills your mind. The thought of being curled in your bed, three blankets on top of you and a heating pad laying on your stomach as Zuko hugs you close- No. If you weren’t laying in a cave, teeth clattering and wind biting, you wouldn’t wish for Zuko.
You only want him here for necessity.
Speaking of the devil, his familiar footsteps echo through the cave, causing you to unwillingly let out a sigh of relief.
“Looks like tomorrow's journey will be a lot more relaxed.” he informs you while shedding the outer layer of his outfit, the jacket quickly falling to the floor since he apparently doesn’t see a need for it as soon as he’s out of the worst of the wind. He doesn’t even appear slightly uncomfortable. You hate him a little.
“Zuko,” you grit out through clenched teeth, not wanting to alarm him with the chattering.
He looks at you properly and his eyes grow wide while his brows furrow. “You’re shivering.”
“It’s fucking cold.”
“Right. Sorry, wait let me-”
He looks around for a second and you’re briefly scared he’s going to leave to find wood. Instead he looks down onto the floor, then at you, then at the fire and then back at you before cursing and walking closer.
If you weren’t so fucking cold you’d maybe make fun of him for how quickly he gets concerned and drops his brooding, nonchalant act when you are concerned. Maybe you wouldn’t, because that would need you to examine what that actually means. So, you just sit in silence, watching him curiously as he looks at you for a long moment.
Zuko sits down next to you and holds up his hands to your face a little hesitantly. They emit comforting warmth and when you stick his head a little more out of your bundle of a sleeping bag to get closer to it, he smiles softly and lays them onto your skin.
You let out a sigh, the warmth flowing from his hands to your cheeks and melting the icy coldness with gentle, slightly tingly, persistent heat.
The situation is a little awkward, zuko sitting at your head, facing you with his big hands basically covering your whole face and he’s seemingly a bit unsure of it as well, but you couldn’t care less, closing your eyes and letting yourself sink into the glow of his radiance.
“Thank you.”
“Of course” Zuko mumbles and starts softly stroking over your face, letting his fingers travel across the bone of your brow, ghost the bridge of your nose and move along your cheekbone. The touches are light, almost hesitant, testing the barrier of what he’s allowed and not allowed to do. You can feel his eyes on you, noting your reactions to every movement he makes, every twitch and tremble of your body.
“You’re still shivering,” he notes, voice quiet and delicate, unwilling to pierce the little bubble of comfort you two have created.
You still, images of his body pressed to yours, hands moving across your back as his soft kisses warm you up, flashing up in your mind. You slowly open your eyes, peering up at him as you take a subtle breath. He looks beautiful in the leftover lighting of the now almost dead fire, calm face but burning eyes looking back at you.
You try to appear calm as you let out the words, “Come closer, then.”
His hands halt their movements as his brows rise and pupils enlarge, scanning your face to try and find something. What, you're not sure.
Maybe he does, or maybe he doesn’t. Either way he just keeps looking at you, clearly unsure how to go about this. You unzip the side of your sleeping bag and move the top side up, gesturing for him to join you inside of it. You were so mad at the size of it before, letting extra wind in because of it’s too large size, but now all you can do is thank the spirits for making sure your sleeping back could fit Zuko and you.
Everything stays silent, your hand lifted, body exposed to the cold and Zuko sitting in front of you staring.
Then, he moves. Slowly removing his hands from your face, causing the cold to quickly force itself back into your body, harshly pushing away any left over warmth formed in your little cocoon, and carefully moving around you to warm you up further.
When he lays down next to you, comforting, soothing warmth exuding from his body, it becomes quickly apparent that with his large frame you will have to lay basically on top of each other to get the bag to close.
Zuko slowly places his arms around you, giving you ample time to choose not to do this, and pulls you into a hug. In any other situation, your heart would start racing, thoughts going wild from the proximity, but now, with his steady warmth pouring into your body and relaxing every muscle, soothing every shiver or tremor and letting you breathe, your heart slows down and you just breathe.
Zuko shifts a little, almost manhandling you into the position he wants while making sure you stay pressed to him, head laying on his chest while his hands stay put on your back, not daring to move lower for the fear of making you uncomfortable. It’s only when you lift your own arms, momentarily confusing him as you move them up, pressing past his own, and worm them around his shoulders, hugging him back, that he lets out a breath and starts his gentle circles on your lower back.
After a while of breathing in the same rhythm, hearts beating right next to each other he lowers his head onto your shoulder and asks a soft “Better?”
“Mhm. Thank you, Zuko.” you murmur, mouth directly next to his ear, causing him to suppress a shiver of his own at the warmth of your breath and use of his name while pressed so close to him. He’s only glad that you can’t feel the goosebumps all over his body.
Later, when he’s sure you’re asleep he presses a very gentle kiss to the clothing on your shoulder and presses his face deeper into the crook of your neck, mumbling a soft “Thank you, my love.”
Remus Lupin who's constantly reminded that people find him intimidating, his big stature and the dozen of scars littering his face and body, the deep, gravely voice.
Then you come along and stumble over your words, can't look him in the eye and seem to be avoiding him. Obviously, you must be scared of him. So, when he tries to remidy that, being extra nice to you, making sure to smile instead of keeping his stern resting face (allthough that always comes easy to him around you) and bringing you coffee and yet it somehow gets worse he's just stumped.
Once, he mentions how you must be scared of him offhandidly and you get so confused. Blinking up at him, with a questioning look. When he finally explains his thought process, you start blushing so hard!! "Oh! ehm... I actually- I kinda have a crush on you... That's why- Nevermind. Just- I'm not scared of you." And now he's looking at you like :O??? This cute girl, constantly blushing and getting nervous has a crush on him???
Next thing you know, you're making out and he's caging you against the door with his huge frame in the way you have been fantasizing about for months and it's even better than you imagined.
I need to kiss him all over until he realizes that he's worthy of love
hi! i just want to say that i love your profile theme so much, its super cute n colorful !! :)
omg thank you sm!!! I really appreciate that! On my past accounts I really struggled with finding a theme that I really liked and also felt like me so I'm really glad that it seemed to click with this one and that you guys like it tooo!!<333 alsooo i love ur pfp!!
HIIII!! i was wondering if you could write something with james like coming back from practice and finding the reader on his bed and they cuddle a little? Thank you in advance if you do!
sleepy cuddles ⋆˚.༄
bf!James who comes home to find you fast asleep (wc:0.6k, fluff, this turned out a little short but feel free to request more or maybe what else you want to see in this kind of scenario!! I hope you enjoy!!)
James’ limbs are dragging heavy with exhaustion as he opens the door to his on-campus apartment. Peter is sitting on the couch watching tv, but it appears otherwise silent.
“How was practice?”
He throws his bag down next to his shoes, blinking slowly with exhaustion “Yeah, good. Have you seen-”
“She’s in your room,” Peter answers before he can finish, giving him a warm smile as he adds on “try to get something to eat, yeah? You look exhausted.”
“Thanks, wormy.” The answer comes out in a weird mix of sincerity and sarcasm, unsure whether to act offended at the comment or be glad for the show of care.
He picks up pace on his way to his door, feet no longer dragging on the floor from exhaustion and instead light with the promise of seeing you. Maybe, you two will follow Peter's advice and go out to get something to eat, maybe catch a movie at the local theatre. It’s only noon, the day is young.
The light is out and the curtains are drawn close, causing James to frown as he scans the room with the help of the light from the living room, eyes zoning in on the curled up form on his bed.
A smile grows on his face as he carefully closes the door behind him, bathing the room in darkness once again. Trying his best not to wake you, he changes into his pajamas, happy to just curl up next to you for now.
Before he joins you in bed, however, he takes out his phone, wincing at the sudden brightness, and places a quick order at your favorite Indian restaurant. You had an exam today and probably came straight to his place, falling asleep before you were able to do anything else. Maybe you had a quick sweet snack from his pantry but probably nothing proper.
For a second, he debates trying to get off your uncomfortable jeans and leave you in just his hoodie, but the likelihood of waking you seems too high to risk it.
When he finally slides in next to you, doing so painfully slowly to avoid making you stir, your body seems to instinctively feel him next to you, curling into his side and breathing out a blissful sigh.
He tenses up for a second when his stomach growls, looking to you to confirm you’re still deep in slumber.
Your bare face is relaxed with sleep and your lips almost seem to twitch up into a smile when he lifts his hand to run his thumb up and down the soft skin of your cheek.
He could stay like this until the end of time, you in his arms, peaceful and happy, pressing close enough to forget where he ends and you start.
He lets his eyes trail all across you, admiring your soft hair, the flutter of your eyelashes and the slopes and hills that form your perfect face. Letting himself indulge, he presses a light kiss to your forehead, lingering a little longer and breathing in your scent.
When he pulls back, your eyes flutter open.
You don’t give him a chance to be sorry for waking you when your smile brightens at the sight of him and your arms curl around him with purpose now. “Jamie?”
“Hi, Hermosa.” You lean up to press a kiss to his lips and James lets himself melt into it, left-over tension from practice leaving his shoulders as he slides his hand up and into your hair, scratching at your scalp and relishing in the lovely sigh you let out.
When you open up your lips to him, he forgets all about the hunger sitting in his stomach.
MY ENGAGEMENT IN THIS FANDOM IS NOT IN ANY WAY A SUPPORT TO JK ROWLING AND HER DISGUSTING VIEWS!!!!!!! I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSPHOBIA, HOMOPHOBIA, SEXISM OR RACISM!!!
