San my darling what is this I hear about it being your birthday! Happy birthday love!! I hope you have the bestest of days❤️❤️❤️ (Hopefully I’m on time)
my lovely yas thank you so much!!! ♥️♥️♥️ and don’t worry about it, you’re on time 😝
what is this i'm hearing?! is this san's day?! happy birthday san i love you so freaking much and it's been a pleasure being your friend and i can't believe i've known you for like over an year ( or more; i'm terrible at keeping track ). i hope you have the best day ever and you get loads of gifts and once again i love you <3
AHHH thank u so much ivy ml 💗💗💗 i’m so lucky to know you! love you loads <3
everybody lock in for SAN’S BIRTHDAYYYYYYAYAYYAAYY 🥳🥳🥳
happiest birthday, my sanny angel! 😚🎂 i cant believe it’s been almost 2 years now since we’ve met each other, like that feat doesn’t happen often with internet friends!! and so i am oh so incredibly grateful to have a friend like you <3 you are so so wise for your age and so smart too (im talking enstein genius over here), you’re a ball of sunshine and the rainbow after a rainy day 😩 you’re one of the people who inspires me to be more kinder to myself and more optimistic about my troubles. like seriously, you’re so much younger than me and yet i am the one being taught by you! you’re going to continue to bloom and flourish in your endeavors as you grow up, and i will be cheering you on every step of the way, but i am already so proud of everything you’ve already accomplished and are currently doing rn 🥰
i love you so much and i miss you! so much!! i apologize for not being so active and not reaching out so much, plz understand that miss buttcheekz is still tryna get that degree 😔 i hope you have a blast today cuz you deserve it!!! mwah <3
AWW I LOVE YOU RESE mwah mwah mwah thank u so much <333333 u inspire me so much and i miss u loads my buttcheekz 🥹💞
I really like your stories so I was wondering if I could request a James Potter x fem reader,
James and Reader have been together since beginning 6th year
and this is 7th year at Hogwarts and the reader has Morality OCD, Autism and Adhd like me and she is just having a rough day, she is over stimulated and is having major major anxiety and is just having a hard time with understanding anything. It’s a wensday and at this point she just runs off in the middle of DADA class that she has with the Gryffindors more specifically the marauders
With tears streaming down her face and she is panicking and everything is loud! And so she runs to find a quiet place, either the astronomy tower or the room of requirement or a secret garden. And James finds her there and he knows how to help!
If this makes you uncomfortable or anything don’t feel any pressure to do this! But I just thought I’d through this out there!
Ok TY
hiii honey thank you for your request, but i don’t think i’d be able to write this cos i’m afraid of misrepresenting, since i don’t have any of those myself. sorry and thank you anyway ♥️♥️♥️
San we were so ahead of the curve did you see Olivia Dean won a Grammy for best new artist!!! Soooo well deserved I've been eating up every single release
i sawwww omg so cool for her!!! she deserves it 100% ❤️❤️❤️
Hey girll i hope ur doing good 👀So i saw that u asked for ideas for the LONG AWAITED relationship era for the nanny x James series, i alr told u abt the little thought i had abt Harry’s bd being her password and i really hope u use that but i have others🙂↕️
So first one is james planning a bd party for harry which includes inviting harrys fav uncles and james’s best friends the marauders 🚶🏻♀️ so reader officially meets them and is introduced as his gf and feels like part of the family seeing all of james friends yk marlene,dorcas maybe even reg and barty and they all give that chosen family vibe and its so warm and baby harry has an amazing bd
Anddd idk if i hallucinated this or if u acc mentioned that harry is around 4 but if u imagine that he is that age, then maybe his first day of school or nursery if younger, where its all emotional and harry doesn’t wanna leave them but reader does a good job at comforting him and putting effort into walking up to other kids and introducing harry so she helps him get out of that shy bubble cus I don’t think its mentioned that he has friends his age so he would prob be shy before turning into a maniac mini james when they come to pick him up at the end of the day😭
CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT PART GIRL😜💗
ceo!dilf!james potter x nanny!fem!reader (PART THIRTEEN)
WC: 1.4k
CW: literally fluff and Harry being adorably anxious
Summary: It's Harry's first day of school!
A/n: Thank you so much for all of these wonderful ideas! I've fulfilled your other requests in earlier parts, but here is the blurb for your last idea!
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Harry is unusually quiet in his carseat as James pulls into the parking lot of his new primary school.
After a lot of discussion and research, you and James had agreed that sending him to school in person would be best, despite some of your boyfriend’s lingering fears. You know this school to be one of the best private schools in the area, and with James’ money and Harry’s education (all thanks to you), he was a shoo-in. You’re certain that he’s going to thrive at school, but it’s apparent that right now he’s a nervous wreck.
You turn in the passenger seat, giving him a warm smile, “are you ready, Haz?”
His little lips form in a pout as his green eyes widen in fear, “no, Mama.”
“Awe baby, it’s okay,” you coo, reaching back and squeezing his ankle gently.
“I’m scared…what if I don’t make any friends? Or my teacher doesn’t like me?” he murmurs softly.
“Oh bud,” James answers, turning to look over his shoulder at his son, “that won’t happen, I promise. You’ll be the coolest boy in school in no time.”
“Yeah, baby, what’s not to like,” you add, running a soothing thumb across his ankle bone.
His pout lessens slightly, but you’re still determined to give him a bone-crushing hug that will squeeze out any ounce of doubt left. You get out of the car and move around to where Harry is situated in the backseat. With a few clicks he’s unbuckled and throwing himself into your arms, clinging tightly to you.You hold him just as tightly, pressing soft kisses and warm words against his temple like it’s second nature. You suppose it is, just as it seems it’s second nature for Harry to seek out your comfort.
“N’you promise you’ll come back to get me?” he mutters against your skin, lips tickling your chest.
“Of course, baby. I promise. I’ll be back to get you so soon. Anyways, you’ll be having so much fun it won’t even feel like I’ve been gone long before you see me again. Okay?”
Harry pulls away, holding your gaze when you urge him, “okay.”
“Good boy,” James murmurs, reaching back to stroke a stray curl away from Harry’s forehead.
“You ready, bub?”
Your little boy nods and lets you pull him out of the car. He looks adorable in his school uniform- grey trousers, a navy blue sweater with the school logo, and a tie and polo underneath. Though he complained of it being uncomfortable, when he saw his dad all dressed up in his own suit, he quieted down, pleased to look “sophixtuhcated” just like James. He shoulders his backpack- Lightning McQueen, of course- and grips the straps tightly, staring up at the big building anxiously.
You and James each offer a hand to Harry as you guide him inside the glorious stone school. It’s magnificent, especially for a primary school, and you think the air reeks of money. The floors are dark wood, the ceilings are high and arched, and colorful rainbows dance across the walls from the light peaking through intricate stained glass windows. The hallways echo with excited chattering as parents, teachers, and students alike find their rooms and introduce themselves to one another.
Harry’s classroom was easy enough to find, despite the maze-like structure. Sunshine spills into the room, which is full of Harry’s peers and their parents. Some kids are playing on the rug in the corner, some are finding their desks with cute, blue homemade nametags on them, and some are clinging to their parents tearfully as they’re talked down from having a total meltdown. Harry squeezes your hand tighter as a middle-aged woman, who you assume to be his teacher, approaches, her smile wide and eyes kind as she crouches down to your son’s level.
“Well hello, I’m your teacher, Mrs. Williams, and you are?”
“Harry…” he says quietly, looking up at her through his lashes.
“Oh, yes, Harry Potter.” Mrs. Williams looks up you and James and stands, “so then you must be Mr. and Mrs. Potter, yes?”
Being called Mrs. Potter sends a shiver of delight as well as embarrassment through you. You go to correct her, but before you can James extends his hand and affirms her assumption for the both of you, “Yes, I’m James and this is my wife.”
That affects you even more, heat pooling in your lower belly at being called James’ wife. Your face burns hot, and you hope that the shock and delight you’re feeling doesn’t show on your face. Still, your boyfriend gives your waist a knowing squeeze as you also shake Mrs. Williams’ hand.
“It’s nice to meet you both, and I’m looking forward to having you in my class Harry,” she says kindly, before moving on to greet the next student.
“Alright, bud, you wanna go find your desk?” James offers.
The little boy nods cautiously, pulling the two of you along through the rows of desks until his green eyes settle on his name. They light up slightly in excitement at having something of his own, and it sends shocks of warmth to your heart.
“Why don’t you put your things in your desk, baby,” you suggest to Harry.
He nods eagerly, taking off his backup and rummaging through the contents inside. While you watch him fondly you give a side-eye to James, “so…I’m your wife now, huh?”
Instead of looking sheepish, he only beams cockily, “well, it felt easier to call you my wife than explain our whole situation, you know?”
“Oh, of course,” you answer sarcastically, though there’s no bite behind your words, “makes sense.”
“I thought so. I am a genius, you know.”
You huff exasperatedly but nevertheless accept the kiss he stamps to your temple. You curl yourself further into his side happily as you smile down at Harry, “I didn’t mind it, you know- being called your wife- even if I was shocked at first.”
James looks down at you, cocky expression softening into something more loving, “yeah?”
You go shy under his gaze, “yeah.”
“Good.”
Before you can say anything more, Harry tugs at your skirt, “look, Mama!”
You crouch down and kiss his cheek, “wow, Haz! Looks great! Look at my big boy, with his very own desk.”
Harry beams proudly, preening under your gaze.
“I tried to make it like Daddy’s desk,” he offers shyly, eyes flitting up to his father.
James’ grin widens impossibly larger, and he joins the two of you at your level, “are you kidding, Haz? This looks even better than mine!”
Harry giggles and leans into his dad’s side, enjoying the affectionate pets James runs across his head.
Your peace is disrupted by a family approaching you.
“Look, mummy, here’s my desk,” a little red-headed boy exclaims, gap-toothed and smiley. A homely looking woman with a little girl attached to her hip and a similarly fiery-haired man, who you assume to be her husband, nod enthusiastically, if not a little tiredly.
“Yes it is! And, oh, this must be your desk buddy,” she answers kindly, eyes flitting to the three of you.
The little boy grins and turns to look at Harry, his little freckles spreading across his rosy cheeks, “hi, I’m Ron!”
Harry’s eyes flit to you for assurance and you nod, encouraging him to speak.
“Hi Ron, I’m Harry.”
Ron’s brown eyes widen as he clocks Harry’s backpack, “woah, your backpack is awesome! I love Lightning McQueen!”
Your son brightens significantly, a genuine smile breaking through his nerves, “me too! Cars is my favorite movie!”
“Cars 2 is my favorite,” the little boy answers back, “but I like the first one almost just as much!”
You think Harry might bounce out of his shoes he’s so excited, his little body nearly vibrating with energy.
“Do you wanna go play Cars,” Ron asks eagerly, nodding towards the bin of toy cars in the far left corner.
Harry nods, only checking in with James quickly before they’re running across the room and settling onto the blue rug. The sight is so adorable that your heart nearly bursts out of your chest.
And, a few minutes later, when a lonely looking little girl with brown, bushy hair approaches the two of them shyly, and Harry invites her to play with a kind smile, you know for a fact that your little boy is going to be more than alright.
bead a bracelet — ‘a thumb pressing down on a bottom lip’ with remus!
thank u angel for the remus req i love remus <3
remus lupin x whimsical!reader, 600 words
Remus can’t say he’s surprised to see you at the door in the state you’re in, but he can’t help the slight twinge of concern in his chest when he sees you.
“Hey, lovely,” he says at your chirped greeting, gently tugging you in by your elbow. He presses a quick kiss to the end of your eyebrow and hopes you don’t catch the worried lilt to his tone. “What happened?”
Remus has learnt to expect all sorts of things happening to you, things that wouldn’t occur with anyone else. Because you were different from everyone else. You talked to trees and made necklaces out of rocks, you brushed your hair with an old stick because it meant something to you.
An adorably odd little thing, every inch of you dripped quaintness down to the sound of your laughter; he loved you for it.
But just not when it involved you getting hurt, like now, scratches on your cheeks running down the curve of your lips. There’s little red droplets forming at your cupid’s bow, and Remus realises with a pang that he hates seeing you like this.
You smile at him, oblivious as you let yourself be pulled along to the couch happily. “What happened today, or like, in my whole week?” You straighten up eagerly in your seat, leaning towards Remus. “Cos’ I can start from Saturday. I went to the park, and then —“
“No, honey,” Remus cuts you off with an amused breath of laughter. He brushes a strand of hair off your forehead, achingly gentle because he knows you’re hurting, even if you don’t realise it yourself.
“I meant what happened just now, why’re you hurt?” He taps a scratch on your cheek questioningly.
Your face scrunches up in realisation, head bowing shyly. “Oh, that,” you wring your hands and stretch, awfully embarrassed all of a sudden. Remus abruptly feels an aching need to kiss you, but he knows he has to patch you up first. He stands up to go grab a first-aid kit.
“Um, well, it’s no biggie, just… I was trying to feed Bobby —“
“Bobby?” Remus interrupts, bemusedly turning back to look at you from where he’s rummaging a cupboard.
You roll your eyes like this is information he should already know. “Yes, Remus, Bobby the Squirrel. Bobby? Bob? Doesn’t that ring a bell?”
He shakes his head apologetically as he makes his way back to you, gauze and antiseptic in hand. “Sorry, lovely, don’t know who that is. Continue?”
“Well,” you carry on animatedly as Remus cleans you up, “I’m sure he remembers you, even if you don’t. Anyway, I was trying to feed him, and then he scratched me.”
Remus hums in reply, thumb pressing down on your bottom lip as he rubs the ointment over your cupid’s bow. His gaze darts up to yours. “Why’d he hurt you?”
“It’s cos’ it’s mating season,” You reply, nodding to yourself knowingly. “I should’ve realised earlier, I just forgot, I think. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Remus says quickly, so immediate that it should be pathetic. But it’s not, because he’s hopelessly in love with you and he wouldn’t mind even if the whole world knew. “I mean, just… try not to get hurt again next time, yeah?” He murmurs, fingers brushing over your jaw.
Remus is pleased when your face goes slack in his hand, head tilting to gaze up at him adorably. He rubs his thumb over your cheek back and forth. “Okay, Remmy,” you mumble, a small smile making its way onto your face. “Sorry.”
“Silly girl,” Remus says, though it’s more fond than anything else. A kiss to your temple, one more to your poor lips. “You’re not sorry at all, are you?”
bead a bracelet — ‘a thumb pressing down on a bottom lip’ with remus!
thank u angel for the remus req i love remus <3
remus lupin x whimsical!reader, 600 words
Remus can’t say he’s surprised to see you at the door in the state you’re in, but he can’t help the slight twinge of concern in his chest when he sees you.
“Hey, lovely,” he says at your chirped greeting, gently tugging you in by your elbow. He presses a quick kiss to the end of your eyebrow and hopes you don’t catch the worried lilt to his tone. “What happened?”
Remus has learnt to expect all sorts of things happening to you, things that wouldn’t occur with anyone else. Because you were different from everyone else. You talked to trees and made necklaces out of rocks, you brushed your hair with an old stick because it meant something to you.
An adorably odd little thing, every inch of you dripped quaintness down to the sound of your laughter; he loved you for it.
But just not when it involved you getting hurt, like now, scratches on your cheeks running down the curve of your lips. There’s little red droplets forming at your cupid’s bow, and Remus realises with a pang that he hates seeing you like this.
You smile at him, oblivious as you let yourself be pulled along to the couch happily. “What happened today, or like, in my whole week?” You straighten up eagerly in your seat, leaning towards Remus. “Cos’ I can start from Saturday. I went to the park, and then —“
“No, honey,” Remus cuts you off with an amused breath of laughter. He brushes a strand of hair off your forehead, achingly gentle because he knows you’re hurting, even if you don’t realise it yourself.
“I meant what happened just now, why’re you hurt?” He taps a scratch on your cheek questioningly.
Your face scrunches up in realisation, head bowing shyly. “Oh, that,” you wring your hands and stretch, awfully embarrassed all of a sudden. Remus abruptly feels an aching need to kiss you, but he knows he has to patch you up first. He stands up to go grab a first-aid kit.
“Um, well, it’s no biggie, just… I was trying to feed Bobby —“
“Bobby?” Remus interrupts, bemusedly turning back to look at you from where he’s rummaging a cupboard.
You roll your eyes like this is information he should already know. “Yes, Remus, Bobby the Squirrel. Bobby? Bob? Doesn’t that ring a bell?”
He shakes his head apologetically as he makes his way back to you, gauze and antiseptic in hand. “Sorry, lovely, don’t know who that is. Continue?”
“Well,” you carry on animatedly as Remus cleans you up, “I’m sure he remembers you, even if you don’t. Anyway, I was trying to feed him, and then he scratched me.”
Remus hums in reply, thumb pressing down on your bottom lip as he rubs the ointment over your cupid’s bow. His gaze darts up to yours. “Why’d he hurt you?”
“It’s cos’ it’s mating season,” You reply, nodding to yourself knowingly. “I should’ve realised earlier, I just forgot, I think. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Remus says quickly, so immediate that it should be pathetic. But it’s not, because he’s hopelessly in love with you and he wouldn’t mind even if the whole world knew. “I mean, just… try not to get hurt again next time, yeah?” He murmurs, fingers brushing over your jaw.
Remus is pleased when your face goes slack in his hand, head tilting to gaze up at him adorably. He rubs his thumb over your cheek back and forth. “Okay, Remmy,” you mumble, a small smile making its way onto your face. “Sorry.”
“Silly girl,” Remus says, though it’s more fond than anything else. A kiss to your temple, one more to your poor lips. “You’re not sorry at all, are you?”
The common room is finally quiet. The last log in the fireplace collapses into a sigh of glowing embers, and the only light comes from the candles, painting the stone walls in long, dancing shadows.
You're curled in the window seat, knees drawn to your chest, forehead pressed against the cool glass.
You don’t hear his footsteps, only the soft rustle of his robes as he sinks onto the cushion beside you. A large, warm hand comes to rest on your back, right between your shoulder blades, and begins to move in slow, heavy circles.
"Long day?" He murmurs softly, nose brushing the spot under your ear.
You nod against the glass.
Remus hums, a soft sound of understanding. “I thought so. You’ve been quiet since dinner.”
He shifts now, hands sliding down to your hips, turning you to face him. There's a quiet authority in his touch, a gentle insistence you can't resist, even if you tried.
He guides you until you’re turned into him, and then his arms are around you, pulling you firmly against his chest. One arm bands your back, the other cradles the back of your head, tucking your face into the soft fabric of his robe.
“There,” he whispers, his chin resting on the crown of your head. “Just breathe here for a minute. You’re okay.”
He holds you tight for a long time, swaying just slightly. You can feel the steady, calm beat of his heart against your cheek. His fingers stroke through your hair, tracing the shell of your ear, so gentle.
“I brought you something,” he says after a while, his voice a soft rumble you feel in his chest. Remus reaches into his pocket with one hand. You hear the crinkle of paper, and then the sweet, familiar scent of Honeydukes’ finest milk chocolate fills the small space between your faces.
“Here,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your temple. “Open for me, sweet girl.”
The soft, coaxing tone he uses makes you go pliant. You part your lips, and he guides the chocolate onto your tongue.
“Good,” he praises, his voice a low, satisfied hum.
Remus rests his cheek against your hair again, his arm tightening around your waist. You can feel him smile against your skin as you let out a tiny, helpless sigh, the rich chocolate melting on your tongue.
"See?" He murmurs, soft. "Knew you needed that. You always get a little line right here," he says, thumb smoothing the space between your brows, "when you're carrying too much."
"You notice everything," you whisper quietly.
"Only you," he corrects gently, breaking off another piece and bringing it to your lips. "Eat, love."
You do. He eats a piece himself, hums thoughtfully against your skin. "Better than a Pepper-Up for the soul, I think," Remus muses, his tone warm and drowsy.
You let out a little laugh, pressing your forehead back into his robes, breathing him in.
The arm around your waist squeezes. “There,” he whispers, and his voice is different now. Lighter. Brighter, even in its softness. “There’s my girl.” He says it like he’s won a prize.
Remus presses a smiling kiss to your hair, then another, unable to help himself. “Knew I could find her. Knew she was in there.”
His hand leaves your back, but only to cup your cheek, tilting your face up just enough so he can look at you in the dim, shifting light. His eyes are crinkled at the corners, expression one of such open, tender delight that it makes your heart flutter helplessly in your chest.
"That's my favourite sound in the whole world," he breathes. He leans in, until his forehead is resting against yours, his nose brushing yours.
He doesn’t pull away. He stays, smiling against your lips. “Made you laugh,” he says, the words a happy, quiet marvel spoken against your lips. “My best achievement today. Better than any ‘Outstanding’.”
He kisses you then, a soft, lingering press of his lips against yours. When he pulls back, you're giggling against his lips, and he’s grinning, a soft, boyish grin that looks so at home on his often-serious face.
He sighs, a happy, contented sound, and rests his cheek on your head. “What a dreadful fate,” he murmurs, his tone playful. “Stuck here with a laughing girl and a pocket full of chocolate wrappers. However will I manage?”
I genuinely can't explain how much this means to me, that so many of you guys enjoy reading what I write and want to show love to it <3 I feel so happy to have such an incredible & supportive platform on here, and to have each and every one of you guys on this wonderful journey with me!! Anyone is (as always) welcome to participate!! I love you so much and thank you for being my friends 🫂🫂
(this celebration is inspired by the lovely @colouredbyd's baking celly late last year)
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