Don't Be In Love With Someone Else...

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Hi,guys so basically I will try to post on Monday because I haven’t had time to finish it and I been busy with school but until Monday it will be out,I been writing today a lot so yeah,maybe even today so yeah :) i was thinking of creating a tag list so you can always be remembered

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Snowflake Kisses

(OotP)Harry James Potter x Gn! Reader

Fortunately fluff, very soft, kisses, Harry’s a bit stressed but aren’t we all, they keep interrupting each other, HAPEE BIRTHDAY HAZZA

A/n: jkr i know you created my fictional home but you’re an asshat. A cool writer but still an asshat.

<[y/n] pov>

Harry lay facedown on the common room couch, grumbling under his breath about ‘something something Umbitch something something die.’

You raised your eyebrows and padded over, lifting up his legs from the cushions before you sat down.

“Alright love, I don’t play competitively, but they don’t call me a good beater for nothing. Who’s ass do I need to kick?”

Harry turned over suddenly and gave you a pleasing look.

“Hug me, please.”

You smiled softly, pulling him into your lap and wrapping an arm around his waist. He sighed into your shoulder, and began to spill.

“No one wants to listen to me, [y/n]! Everyone thinks that I killed Cedric, I’ve practically landed myself in detention for the rest of term, and GOD all I want to do is shove Umbridge’s vomit pink stilettos up her-”

You interrupted, “Hey, hey, not everyone doesn’t believe you. I do, Hermione does, and Ron too. We love you, Harry, don’t forget it. Although- I do love you a bit more because honestly, I’d cheer you on when the time comes to shove those vomit pink heels up Umbridge’s-”

You felt a soft pair of lips against your own, and you grinned slightly into the kiss. Harry pulled away, smiling and blushing madly. A lightbulb went off in your head.

<harry pov>

“Close your eyes, Harry,” you said softly.

He did so, and felt a spattering of snowflakes on his face, one on each side, another on the nose.

Three

“Two for cheek, one for nosiness.” He then felt another two on his eyelids.

Two

“I could look in your eyes allllll day. And…”

One

You held the kiss for a few seconds, savoring the intimacy between the two of you.

“I could kiss you all day too and we both know you wouldn’t complain,” you joked,“But, uhhhh- no kissy for your scar, cuz I’m in love with Harry James Potter, not whoever the cHosEn oNe is. Although… it is a nice added bonus…”

He gasped dramatically, and smacked your forehead.

“Unbelievable, [y/n], unbelievable!”

Hi what is a materlist?

It’s where I will put all the links for the imagines so you can get to them more easily :)

Hi can I request a Harry Potter x Gryffindor reader where they’re actually the best of friends and she has liked him for years but she lost hope because it’s like he never sees her y’know? so when Harry starts to pursue Cho ( or someone else it’s up to you) , she decided that it’s time for her to move on but when Harry saw her getting close to someone else he just got really jealous and confess that he actually like her too, he just doesn’t want to ruin their friendship if it doesn’t work out? thanks!

Idiot potter

"Hey look at this!" You looked up from your charms notebook at the boy sitting in front of you, he waved his wand in slow motion at a piece of crumbled parchment.

The parchment’s color started changing from light to darker blue then purple and ended up in a rainbow kind of mix.

"Bloody hell where did you learn that?!" You inspected the results, the colors were beautiful you had to admit.

Harry grinned proudly "I read it in one of the books Hermion was skimming"

"Wow, you actually learned something from those study meetups" you teased. Harry rolled his eyes before snatching the parchment back from you.

You pouted then dragged your attention back to your textbook "Anyways, did you find the answer to question three?" You waited for him to respond but nothing came so you looked up, and surprise surprise he’s not paying attention to you.

Your eyes followed his and it landed on Cho.

Of course.

You shouldn’t be surprised, he’s been eyeing since the school year started. She was pretty and played his favorite game, unlike you or at least that’s what you thought.

With a sigh you gathered your belongings and got up, you weren’t going to let ruin your mood yet again.

Harry was never going to see you more than a friend so being jealous would be stupid, and it’s just hurting your own feelings over something you can’t do much about.

"Hey where are you going?" He asked after seeing you get up.

"It’s getting stuffy I’ll go study in the common room. Ya see at later I guess" you walked out the study hall, once again trying to not be so disappointed and focus on what’s important for the mean time.

Harry sighed twirling his wand between his fingers before Neville sat down in your place, dropping a couple of books on herbology.

"You’re alone today"

"Y/N just left"

"Oh! She Must have yes to dean’s study date" Harry frowned dropping his wand on the table. The clumsy boy blinked at the confused look on his face before saying "oh, you didn’t know? Dean asked her out this morning on a study date. He couldn’t stop talking about it all morning"

Harry swallowed. You liked dean? Of course you liked him, why wouldn’t you.

"I think I’ll go to the great hall early today"

Harry’s sharp eyes stared at you and dean chatting away as everyone was going back to the conman room to rest then sleep.

It was around twelve when Harry couldn’t help not falling asleep and went down to the conman room, he was surprised to find you there by the fireplace.

"Hi…" you jumped slightly at the sudden company and gave him a small smile. He sat down beside you and stay in the comforting silence of the room.

"So…you and dean ha?" Your shoulders seemed to slump down at that and you just shrugged.

"I guess I’m finally giving him a chance, he isn’t a bad guy" Harry wanted to protest and tell you that you were wrong but he knew you weren’t, and it made things worse. His chest burned with jealousy, he was really losing you for good now.

"He’s lucky" he started, his cheeks burning easily with embarrassment "any guy would be lucky to have you, maybe if I was a little bit faster I would’ve been in his place" Harry closed his eyes immediately, waiting for you to lash at him or something but nothing came.

"You…like me? As in, more than a friend?" Your voice sounded hopeful, when he opened his eyes he saw you staring directly at him with teary eyes and a shivering lip "for how long?"

Harry inhaled deeply "since our first year, since we became friends and I just…didn’t want to ruin our friendship and you deserve so much be-" you kissed him.

You cut him off and kissed him, your hands cupped his face and kissed him with all the passion in your heart. Harry froze but quickly kissed you back, almost trembling as he warping his arms around your waist.

"For Merlin sakes you idiot I waited for you to notice me for years!" You broke the kiss, flustered and half pissed at him. Harry chuckled pressing his forehead against yours, his cheeks were flaming red but his chest felt full and light at the same time.

"I’m sorry"

"You better be. Idiot potter" then you hugged each other tightly for a while longer, as if one of you let go the other would disappear. 

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Andrew Garfield, you lying little shit

Impressive

Masterlist

Pairing: Harry Potter x GN!reader

Content: Fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Harry "The Chosen One" Potter tries to impress a person of interest.

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“Hi.”

“Hi?”

The boy standing above me held both the arrogant air of a rich kid and the awkwardness of an only child who didn’t get a lot of social interaction at a young age. It was a jarring mixture, leaving me a bit less guarded than before. The April edition of Seeker Weekly dropped closer to the table. I was beginning to wonder whether or not the conversation was going to continue or if he was just going to stare down at me.

“Do- do you need something?”

The boy cleared his throat, ruffling dark curly hair with a hand before refocusing on my face. “I’m Harry. Harry Potter.”

I wasn’t exactly sure why he felt the need to give his full name, as if seeing him wasn’t enough recognition. Apparently my long pause before reciprocating made him escalate the introduction. I didn’t even have a chance to offer my own name before he was speaking again.

“The, uh, chosen one?”

“Is that supposed to impress me?” The abrupt snicker and cutting sarcasm that slipped past my lips came off colder than intended. I watched as an array of emotions mingled behind his glasses before settling on a frustrated embarrassment.

“Well, yes actually,” He sassed to himself.

A clear laugh escaped my lips. I felt guilty, seeing the boy’s cheeks flare a bit brighter. “Maybe I think there are more important things than having a hard life forced upon you.” I shrugged, noticing the thought weave through the boy’s mind. His head tilted to the side, making him look a bit like a puppy. The comparison brought a smile to my face. “Or maybe I just think it’s a really lame pick-up tactic.”

To this he blushed once again, but laughter followed it. I nudged the empty chair across from me with my foot. With ease he dropped into it, rubbing his scar with a pinched expression. “Is it really that bad?”

“Awful. I hate to break it to you, but the whole using your full name to seem suave or important only works for James Bond,” I giggled, leaning forward onto my elbows.

“James Bond? Why is that name familiar? Is he in our year?” Harry asked.

My laugh joined the jovial echoes of The Three Broomsticks, barely drawing a glance as the other tables got louder in response. To my surprise, a waitress came by with full mugs, frothy foam nearly spilling over the sides. Harry seemed to realize the laughs weren’t at his expense, but due in part to his boyish charm and genuine confusion. A soft smile rested on his face. It pushed a sigh out of my lungs. Completely shocked by my own response, I took a sip from my fresh drink, thankful for something to hide behind.

“You can’t just leave me hanging,” Harry chuckled. Then he added, with a snarky tease, “Don’t tell me that’s what they call you?”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I am not in fact a muggle international super spy,” I shook my head slowly.

“My aunt! Of course. She loves those movies. She likes how posh the spy is,” Realization dawned on the boy’s face. Smiles lingered on our faces, the conversation drifting into silence in the busy pub. Thoughts swirled through my mind, mimicking the patterns my fingers lazily drew through the condensation on the glass. Above all, I continued to wonder what famous Harry Potter was doing sitting across from me. There wasn’t a test coming up, so notes weren’t his goal. From what I understood, he had all the friends and academic help he could want. No clear reason came to mind. And it was famous Harry Potter. There had to be some reason he’d waste time talking to me.

“Heh, I, um… I don’t suppose muggle action movies are why you came over here…” I began, feeling completely unsure of myself, “So, what can I help you with?”

I was acutely aware of the twitch in his expression. I wasn’t sure what I’d just shattered, but a clear crack went through the boy’s resolve. His green eyes suddenly full of disappointment. The awkward nature of the exchange seeped into the air and I jumped forward with the conversation, unwilling to let him feel any sort of negative emotion on my behalf.

“I just mean that, it’s unlikely for you of all people to waste your time talking to me. And I doubt you wanted to chat about muggle films. So unless you came over here just to impress me, which-”

“And what if I did?”

My head popped up. I’d experienced the sass of Harry Potter multiple times, covering my laughs in order to avoid detention from Snape or Umbridge. However, this was something else. Akin to sass but much smoother than his usual biting tone. An immediate blush took over my face as he smiled at me over his cup. A new smile I’d never seen; cheeky and charming. I wasn’t sure what to do with him or myself. It was as if I’d short circuited. But as soon as he began snickering, furthering my embarrassment, I seemed to come back to myself.

“Did a pretty shit job then,” I smirked, taking another drawl of the butterbeer. He laughed, nearly spewing butterbeer out of his nose. Soon the two of us were nearly collapsed on the table, consumed in our laughter and unable to look at one another without cackling again. It took many deep breaths and quick glances to steady ourselves. My fingers flicked mindlessly between the pages of Seeker Weekly laying forgotten on the table.

“So besides my shit job at impressing you, how is this going?” Harry nervously finished off his drink.

“Depends. If your goal was only to impress me, I’d say it’s a Dreadful, boarding on Troll.” The corners of my mouth never downturned as I spoke, “But, say your goal was to talk to me and make a path towards actually impressing me… well, you’re in Exceeds Expectations range. Could be an O.”

Harry took a moment to think, hand running through messy curls. His eyes flicked around the room and down to the table before looking back up at me. A mischievous glint stole the thoughts from my mind. I was nearly struck dumb as a wide grin spread across his face.

“Have you ever ridden a Firebolt?”

“You’ve done it Potter. Outstanding.”

“So I take it, you'd like to go for a ride?”

“Well I can’t let ‘chosen one’ Harry Potter fail at his mission to impress me.”

Omg super cute omggg

Compliments

REGULUS BLACK X READER summary: headcanons about the reader giving him compliments every single day and Regulus getting flustered each time. requested by anon. hope you like it <3 (regulus is my fav character so I tried to do this justice.)

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regulus x gn!reader

requested by anon where you and regulus stays at hogwarts over xmas and get to know each other

warnings; brief mentions of food, Regulus' parents being shite as usual

word count; 1400+

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Regulus was not used to staying at Hogwarts over the Christmas period. He was unsure of the feelings that circled through his foggied mind, and he began to wonder if he was not happier away from them than he was close to them.

All his life he’d sought their approval, and yet it never seemed to be enough for his family. They would accept nothing less than the best, as they would always remind him, which left him slowly coming to terms with his normality, the ordinary that passed by life at his side. What was the use in wishing to be more than he could ever be? The false sense of superiority the Noble House of Black gripped with such fervour led them to believe they were entitled to greatness, owed some sort of reward for circumstances in which they had no control over. But he did not believe in such falsities.

Regulus was tired. His skin was dry and stretched from trying to make way for a new person to inhabit it, someone far more impressive than he was or would ever be. But it was his skin, his heart and his brain, and he was done giving it up to a version of him that would never be worthy of it.

As he walked through the halls of the school he’d finally accepted as home, he smiled softly to himself in the new found tranquillity he had granted himself to enjoy. Occasionally, a professor would greet him in the halls with a small look of pity, unbeknownst to his gratitude for being allowed to stay. There were not many students however, at least none that he recognised, but he was not so afflicted by this, for he had now the time to get to know himself for who he really was.

He thought this learning was to commence over dinner, but it seemed that was not to be the case. He was accompanied by another in his year who had smiled brightly upon seeing a familiar face in the Great Hall. He was not disappointed to have company, as he thought he might have been, and he waved them over silently.

You didn’t know Regulus well, but you knew him well enough not to be confused by his offer. In the few lessons you shared together, you were often given seats in close proximity and had the pleasure of exchanging conversation with one another, even eliciting laughs from each other that needed to be stifled in the company of your professors. Sitting down beside him, you smiled warmly and asked him why he was not to go home this year. Regulus answered truthfully–his parents did not wish for his presence–he almost said it with pride.

“That’s terrible, I’m sorry,” you said with a frown, wondering what sort of parents would say that to their own child.

“I’m not,” he said earnestly, which made the prospect a little less sorrowful.

“Can you believe Christmas has come so quickly? I can hardly stand it,” you laughed, taking bits and pieces from the middle of the table for your plate.

“It came around fast,” he agreed, “But I like this time of year, so I don’t mind.”

“Oh, it’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just a horrid reminder of time. I always feel as if I’ve done nothing all year when it gets to Christmas,” you confessed with a smile, though you were telling a truth that weighed heavier than you cared to admit.

“I think there’s too much pressure on what we should do and in what amount of time. Even if you only read a book you wanted to this year, or perfected a recipe, or climbed Mount Everest, they’re all achievements. Yours and mine shouldn’t be measured against each other,” Regulus shook his head, dissecting and burning his parents' logic.

“Well,” you scoffed, “I guess you’re right, I’ll try to look at it that way,” you promised, believing you would strive to keep that promise.

Over the next week, you and Regulus ran into each other more often than not, and soon it became purposeful. You’d meet in the library and check out your favourite books together, go on walks in the rain and sleet, hoping for snow to purify the grounds and wipe the slate clean for new mistakes to tarnish. He was especially hard not to admire when his face was reddened by the harsh wind, and the wooly hat he wore only half way down his ears. Even by the fire, there was something about the way the warm light thinned his face and made his features sharper, yet he still looked youthful and good-natured.

“It’s a shame we didn’t know each other before, I would have bought you a present,” you said softly on Christmas Eve night.

Regulus turned his head to you and smiled at the sentiment and your honesty. He never felt as if the things you said were empty, on the contrary, they were full of genuity and truth, something of which he must learn to become accustomed. Sometimes, he forgot you weren’t saying things just to say them, and often looked back at his responses with a grimace. It was nature he had learned to take every syllable with far more than a grain of salt.

“I would have gotten something for you too,” he replied, “But I’m glad I’m spending Christmas with you, I think it will be the nicest one I’ve had in a while,” he confessed, twisting his body on the sofa and lying back across your lap.

“I’m glad I get to be a part of it,” you grinned, playing with the curls in his hair, twisting them around your finger and untangling them.

Regulus’ eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation your hands in his hair brought; it was gentle and innocent, and it made his pulse race for miles in search of something he thought only you might be able to give him. He sighed heavily, but not from exhaustion or frustration, but from the serenity in which he found himself. Though he loathed losing the feeling of your fingers tracing his locks of hair, after a few minutes, he sat up and faced you with eyes wide open. He wanted to memorise each curve and dip of your face, how the light softened it, gave it beauty which he thought not possible.

“I wish you had been part of it sooner,” he breathed unevenly, cupping your cheeks with both hands so that he might rub his thumbs across your skin, a connection of which he had only dreamt.

It was your turn now to close your eyes, perhaps out of fear. But whatever the reason, you focussed on the pads of his thumbs rubbing across your cheeks and how the palms of his hands rested over your jawline. You daren’t open your eyes, in case Regulus saw something in them that made him turn away–they often betrayed you. Instead, you placed a hand on his chest as your breath revealed small trembles, though it did not deter him, for in his breath you could hear the same. And like in a dream, his lips met yours in a delicate embrace that was sure to shatter if faced with interruption. His lips were soft, tentative, but they grew braver with the feeling of your reciprocation.

And soon, it was as if you were the oldest lovers, who had naught left to explore of each other and yet still managed to find something new and igniting. Your hands were in his hair and his were trailing down your back, up your arms and over your face, desperate to remember what it all felt like when he inevitably pulled away. When you finally came up for air, his brows were still furrowed, but upon opening his eyes, his features softened when met with yours.

“Wow,” you whispered breathlessly, drawing a laugh from Regulus, a sweeter sound than you could have imagined.

“I don’t know what to say,” he admitted after a moment, still hazy from the embrace.

“Speechless? I’ll take it,” you teased, pecking his lips before nuzzling into him.

“I’ll come up with something,” he remarked, resituating himself so you were both more comfortable, letting his arm fall over your shoulder to keep you close.

“Eventually,” you laughed, and so did he.

SCREAMING