Let The Youth Breathe

Request: Do you think maybe I could get like a hecking gay Wanda maximoff x reader where the reader like highkey hates themselves. Maybe an eating disorder if it’s not triggering?

Warnings: Triggers, eating disorders, mentions of malnutrition

Word count: 592

Growing up in a house full of people that didn’t want you had never been easy. And when that wasn’t bad enough it would be the words at school.

It wouldn’t be uncommon to hear a disgusting slang come out of someone’s mouth and aimed at you. Or a degrading word.

You had been convinced by so many people that no one wanted you around. You were hated for who you were.

That was hardly fair.

But the more you listened to them, the more you believed them to be true.

Even after years of that tormented period in your life, it was still affecting you. It wasn’t just something you could get over in a night.

But now there was Wanda.

Wanda Maximoff. That incredibly sweet Sokovian with a heart of gold.

Your girlfriend.

You appreciated her so much, and honestly didn’t know what you had done to deserve such a woman.

She grounded you. She helped you when you couldn’t help yourself.

Wanda had always done this. For as long as you had known her, she always made sure you were okay. Which most of the time, you weren’t.

This was one of those times.

You had gone to the convenience store just next door to grab some milk and the rude lady behind the counter had insulted you. It brought everything rushing back.

Suddenly you were that kid again, you were curling in on yourself, trying to be invisible.

Wanda could always notice, for when you felt this way you always went to sleep without dinner and wouldn’t eat for days at a time. That’s what you had been used to for so long, not eating because you family refused to serve you and attend to your needs.

You knew they couldn’t affect you anymore- you knew.

But you couldn’t help but feel like you no longer deserved that privilege that only certain family members of yours would have. Eating.

Wanda would never say anything about it. She understands some things couldn’t be fixed by words, only actions.

For encouragement can be meaningless, whereas an active assistance is always there.

So it would be these times, she would start humming away to some tune over the radio while pulling ingredients out of their hiding places.

You would always stand at a window, looking out at the world that could be oh so cruel. It was like a constant reminder of every time you were bullied. For your hair, your clothes, your face, the way you smelled and your name. There was always something different.

And as that despair set in even deeper, you would look at your reflection in the glass and wonder if they were right.

But then Wanda would call you out of your thoughts, wrap you in the fluffiest of blankets and bring you to the table so you could try a Sokovian dish. She would gush about the times with her brother, all the lovely ones- that she liked to remember.

She would talk about friends and maybe getting pets in the future.

Then she would talk about how excited she was as if her whole life was a complete adventure- she told it as if it was some sort of fairy tale made only for the two of you. Every sentence was filled with how much she loved her situation. And every single sentence had your name in it.

it’s also at these moments that you realize, they were wrong. You would be loved, and Wanda would be the one to give you that.

Wowie I got another request I’m really happy oof. I’ve even been in quite a marvel mood recently as well, so getting marvel requests is just a bonus.

Also. I’m really sorry if this wasn’t exactly what you were going for but you said ‘gay Wanda’ and I thought “okay so female reader” but the request referred to the reader using no gender defining terms so I was a bit confused. Gay can also mean happy, so that’s another thing.

But I just tried to fit it for both without specifying a gender, I try to stay as gender neutral as possible unless directly told otherwise. Even then, I might make one version for the specified gender and a variation where it’s non specified if that’s something I feel I should do.

I don’t want anyone to feel left out because of gender, because that’s in no ways how I want someone to think.

These writing experiences are really interesting and I really appreciate having the opportunity for that so please by all means, keep the requests coming.

Request:

Can you do a Loki x chubby reader where she has low self-confidence and he comforts her? Fluffy and maybe even tickles her some to cheer her up?

Warnings: self-consciousness, possibility of triggers, I tried to make it extra fluffy though

Word count: 446

There were some days where you just couldn’t handle looking at yourself.

You were always filled with disappointment that despite your best efforts, you could never squeeze into those tight fitting pants that you owned for the soul reason of getting to your goal weight.

You weren’t severely overweight, but just rounded enough to despise mirrors.

But no matter how much you hated mirrors, you found yourself in front of one every morning while your godly boyfriend was asleep- not knowing of those plaguing thoughts you had.

Almost every single morning you would slide out of your shared bed and look at your reflection. You would tug at your sleepwear, change positions, whatever you could do, just to feel okay.

This was one of those mornings. The sunlight peeked through the lightly coloured curtains and cast shadows across your face as you twisted around in front of the gold framed mirror. A low, silent whining noise escaped your lips as you tugged and turned, still unhappy.

Then, a wonderfully smooth voice drew you from your thoughts.

“What an incredibly rare and gorgeous specimen.” Loki mused. He had propped himself up on his elbows as he watched from the bed, his long dark hair looked blue and perfectly unmessy in the sunlight.

You blushed immensely, but still glared at the mirror.

“Where do you see such a thing.” You spat. Loki’s warm eyes and lovely smile disappeared, instead becoming concerned and upset. He sat up and extended his arms, hands readying to hold yours.

“Come here, love.”

You did so- putting your hands in his, looking down on him in anguish.

“You have,” he prepared. “The most kind heart, a most wonderful personality, the loveliest smile and the most brilliant of minds. You, are you and that’s the most beautiful thing that you can be.”

You let his words sink in, allowing them to fill you with love and warmth. Looking down at your sock-clad feet, you smiled.

“There! There, see?” Loki let go of your hands and cupped your cheeks. “Beautiful.”

He guided you back onto the comfortable bed, teasing his hands at your sides in attempts to hear your laughter.

He did this for a few minutes before allowing you to lay back.

Once you did, he stroked at your hair and watched you lovingly as you closed your eyes and nearly fell asleep again.

“Self worth cannot be defined by means of numbered scales, my dear.”

With that, he kissed your cheek and sent you drifting back into unconscious.

You wouldn't be better just like that, but maybe your doubts and insecurities would be a bit more bearable while Loki was by your side.

Wow you guys really like Loki (can’t really blame you, I’m guilty as well)

It’s shorter than I hoped for but I really hope you liked it!

This was my first request, it may not be perfect but I really hope to learn.

i hope you enjoyed, and remember that you are indefinitely a beautiful person and we as a whole are an absolute miracle. Please, never think otherwise 💕

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Summary: THIS IS DAY FOUR. After joining the Avengers, Loki is subjected to mandatory therapy. He was reluctant, but he wasn’t expecting you.

Warnings: Nothing really, just fluff, a bit of Avengers conflict again, a bit all over the place I’m sorry xx

Word count: 1048 (wow this is what writing at 2 in the morning can get you)

DAY ONE  DAY TWO  DAY THREE

Day Four

After the nice day you and he had out in the streets of New York, Loki had been spending more time with you outside of sessions. He found himself going to you when he was upset or angry at someone. He’d sit on your couch and listen to you talk and ask him minor questions such as what he had for breakfast, and he’d do this while absentmindedly drifting his hand across the paper of his sketchbook. After an hour or so of this, he found he wasn’t as angry as he was originally.

You would invite him to watch movies or introduce him to your music. A lot of these visits were always calm and comfortable, something Loki had never really had but had definitely craved now that he did.

It was almost routine by now, he’d appear on your floor of the tower every afternoon and the two of you would have lunch and find some sort of activity to engage in.

Once, while you were making some movie snacks you told him to go sit in his spot on the couch and that you would join him in a moment. It was incredible how happy that sentence made him feel.

His spot on the couch.

He had a spot, a place, somewhere to belong.

Sometimes he would get there super early, which he decided to do more often once he saw you sleepily roaming the kitchen with a fluffy blanket around your shoulders, insisting that you would make him some breakfast.

He started wearing more laid back clothes, and the fluffy socks that you bought for him (though he wore dark black dress shoes to try and cover up the fact that they were lime green. It didn’t work.). He became more loose.

Loki was polite. Not only to you, to a few of the interns in the building as well. He’d send his signature cunning smiles to everyone he saw. His brother, Thor had sometimes joined him in walking around the halls before Loki joined you on your soft couch. The funny thing was, he didn’t mind these moments spent with the blonde as he normally did. He actually liked them.

Problem was, he wasn’t showing this same assured personality to the rest of the Avengers.

Not surprising, the rest of the team still doubted him and, as it seems had started doubting you.

Tony would constantly look for updates on Loki’s behaviour. To which, you would ignore saying he was your patient and you weren’t allowed to spill details unless it was to director Fury.

Steve would try to sweet talk it, he’d bring you a coffee and casually bring up the conversation. He would ask how spending time with the trickster god was. You would give a short one word answer and then go off to talk about a dog you had seen earlier that morning.

Natasha never really cared and Clint was with his family most of the time, so he wasn’t ever around to ask. Bruce was a bit wary, but had more trust in your abilities than Loki’s.

So it was just the man of iron and the man out of his time.

Apparently, they had been so worried that they did contact director Fury. Which led to a little investigation where Tony searched through the ‘therapy room’ footage. Doing this, they realized that you hadn’t even touched on the fact that he tried to take on the world. All you had been asking were stupid little questions.

So, they held an Avengers meeting. Fury, Loki and yourself included. Tony was almost steaming asking you what you were trying to do, steering away from the attack and only asking Loki what sort of hair product he used.

Steve was also asking, why would you agree to be his therapist if you weren’t going to do your job.

Everyone else in the room listened closely for your reply. Especially Loki, who was just as curious as they were.

You took a sharp breath, ready to unleash hell upon anyone that would question you. You started with the fact that yes, you weren’t asking questions about the attack but how many therapists before went for that angle and came up dry. You knew, going in there you had already known what to expect. You had already diagnosed him.

They only gazed at you, confused as to what kind of diagnosis he had other than clinically insane.

You however, didn’t mind them. You looked directly into Loki’s eyes instead. You told them.

His diagnosis was that he was incredibly lonely. Understandable, as he was a rare kind of being. Rare beings often find it difficult to find friends, especially when they don’t even have a family.

Thor objected to this but you silenced him quickly.

Because when was the last time Loki really felt like he had a family.

You told them, you went into that office armed with a smile and a million get-to-know-you questions. You took interest in his interests, you payed attention to his emotions.

Who else on the team could say they had given Loki that same chance.

Not one of them.

And with that you informed them that he was in fact making great progress. He’d no longer be as vicious toward people, he preferred to sit silently in his spot of the warm couch in your flat and sip at his favourite cup of tea while you told stories.

When you had finally finished your ranting behaviour, stating that Loki had only needed a friend, Tony looked exasperated and Steve looked mildly understanding. Fury watched you with his one good eye proudly. He knew that putting you in this position was the right decision, and you delivered with flying colours. He even claimed that Loki would no longer see a therapist, for it was no longer mandatory. He then walked out without so much as a goodbye.

Loki was partly confused at everyone’s very human lives and decisions but was nonetheless happy when you gently grabbed hold of his arm and told him about a new movie you wanted him to see.

For now, he was just awaiting each day and greeting it with excitement knowing it would be another day spent with you.

So it isn’t incredible, it’s a bit all over the place but I quickly ran out of ideas for how to continue sessions.

I decided I would just end it the way I had wanted to. So! Day four is officially ending the Therapy session series, I kinda want to work on another series but I wanna keep it in the works until the whole thing is finished, so i don’t feel any pressure to get them out and all of it turning out crap. I will be doing just random imagines in between that time though, so look for those. ALSO please request, I’m not great at coming up with ideas and honestly I want to see what situations other people can think of. Also, this was written at 2 am but I scheduled it to come out at 8 am bc I know my friend has my post notifications turned on lmao.

I want to thank the people that supported this so fiercely, thank you all so much and again, I’m sorry to leave on such an anticlimactic note. I may do a few parts of this such as other days reader and Loki experienced but I think this idea is a bit tired.

Hope you enjoyed, love you guys xx 💕

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Summary: THIS IS DAY THREE. After joining the Avengers, Loki is subjected to mandatory therapy. He was reluctant, but he wasn’t expecting you.

Warnings: Nothing really, just fluff, a bit of Avengers conflict but not much

Word count: 804 (hot damn look at me go)

DAY ONE  DAY TWO  DAY FOUR

Day Three

Loki was going mad. Utterly mad. How could they lock a god inside this stupid tower- how dare they think they could hold him down.

He had been stuck inside for eight whole weeks. When he saw you pass him in one of the hallways, he voiced his discomfort about being kept in the tower like a caged animal. You told him to hold out until next week's session. Your conversation confused him, but he was intrigued anyway.

The day of your session had left him jittery, both with the fact that he was wanting to leave the tower and in anticipation as to what your session was going to be like.

It went like this,

Loki arrived early as always to the cozy lounge room. You arrived just ten minutes later, wearing an autumn favoured hat and fur-lined jacket. You rushed in and pulled him to his feet excitedly. You told him to follow silently, and keep an eye out for people.

He did so, and together you snuck out of the Avengers tower.

Being outside wasn’t as delightful as he thought it would be considering the rush and loudness of New York. But he was content that his first breath of fresh air in eight weeks was with you.

You didn’t stop there though. Linking arms, you dragged him to nearby shops and buildings. You would point out pretty objects or artistic displays. The two of you would stand side by side as street performers showed off their talents.

Loki experienced everything. He saw how difficult it was to order a tea in a cafe. He saw people bustling around with shopping bags galore. He had a ride in a yellow taxi.

Everywhere they had gone, you could always still see the Avengers tower. And as you were making your way back walking arm and arm, you made a detour.

You brought him to a little yellow and red stand. Leaving him to sit on a small brown bench, you walked ahead and talked to the vendor for a moment. The man smiled and nodded while you dug your wallet out from your pants pocket.

He handed you two things wrapped in some sort tin foil, pocketed the money you gave in exchange and waved goodbye.

You made your way over to Loki, who was sat patiently on the bench in his clean, dressy, dark clothes. You placed yourself next to him, partially leaned on his side and handed him one of the packagings.

He was quite surprised when he opened it.

You told him it was an authentic American hotdog. You told him this with a mouthful of your own.

He thanked you and took a bite as the two of you got up and started back on the path to the Tower.

You asked what he thought.

He told you that interestingly enough, it was delicious.

It only took a minute or so to get back to the tower. You had barely finished your hotdogs as you had also been chatting with Loki, asking him questions- any sort of questions like what were his preferred shoes.

He didn’t have an answer but he appreciated the effort.

As the two of you walked in to the lobby area of the tower, almost the entire team greeted you at the door.

As expected, they were beyond angry. They had been worried that Loki had kidnapped you or something (when really it was the other way around). You argued with Tony for a few minutes- telling him that Loki wasn’t a monster that needed to be on constant watch and he was allowed his freedom.

Thor, who had been staying in the tower to keep an eye on his brother, wasn’t paying attention to the argument. Instead, his focus was on Loki.

Loki was standing off to the side, holding your hotdog while you fought with the team and taking small bites from his hotdog every now and then. He had a new light in his eyes, and a very miniscule smile.

That was all that Thor needed.

The blonde quickly broke apart the fight and defended you and his brother. Everyone was a little reluctant to snap at a god so they just grumbled and dispersed. Tony mentioned though, the only way the trickster god was allowed out is if he is with someone.

It was good enough for him.

Soon, you and Loki were left alone to finish your hotdogs. He thanked you for the day while you threw away your wrappers. You said it was no problem, and that it had been the most fun you’d had in a while.

And with that, your session was done. Loki bid you a goodnight, and you went one way while he went the other, very content with the day’s experience.

So here’s day three, sorry about the slight wait- I’ve been busy with schoolwork before the break and studying for exams. But! Here it is, a third session. I’m not quite sure how many more I’m gonna do but I’m hoping to do plenty. Like I say- there’s probably not gonna be a major conflict unless I suddenly change my mind, it’s just mildly plotted fluff. Remember, my inbox is open- I’m open to requests so please look into that, it’d be lovely. Links will be added soon!

Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Summary: THIS IS DAY TWO. After joining the Avengers, Loki is subjected to mandatory therapy. He was reluctant, but he wasn’t expecting you.

Warnings: None really, just some fluff idk

Word count: 510

DAY ONE  DAY THREE  DAY FOUR

Day Two

The next day, Loki was in the lounge room early to meet with you. And was rather relieved when you did, in fact, stumble your way in. He had been half expecting you to also quit after what had happened with his previous therapists.

You had a bag over your shoulder that seemed heavy for some reason, Loki got up from his chair and helped set the bag on yours.

You smiled at him, a gleaming smile. As if you were excited to start.

Loki couldn’t understand why.

You asked if he wanted a cup of tea again. And again, he accepted.

While the both of you settled on your chairs with cups of tea, you pulled a few things out from your bag. A sketch pad and a few art instruments. Pencils, shading pencils, erasers. Things like that.

Loki was even more confused when you handed them to him.

“You told me last time that you drew. Draw some sort of picture.”

You didn’t say what kind of picture, so Loki improvised while you spoke.

Again, you didn’t ask questions about his attack. Instead, you asked what he had done since you last saw each other.

Not much since he couldn’t leave the tower. The rest of the team still didn’t trust him.

You asked him what sort of things he liked to draw.

He told you he preferred animals or something realistic. People were always to difficult though, as most of the time they wouldn’t stand still long enough for him to get anything down on paper.

You asked what his family was like.

He answered that he used to be much closer to his brother. Until their father gave him a truth that tore them apart.

He wasn’t ready to tell you that truth- though he was almost certain you already knew. But you allowed him that privilege of not answering a question.

He appreciated it.

He drew and chatted along with you as if it came naturally. He wasn’t used to this feeling. Being asked these meaningless questions instead of ‘why did you do this, you could have killed everyone’. Well actually, they weren’t meaningless questions. Quite the opposite actually.

The session continued this way, you asking small questions and him drifting his hand across the page, occasionally picking up a coloured pencil.

Then, the session was over and Loki had finished his drawing. It was a green snake wearing a Santa hat that was wrapped around a cup of tea. He said he also remembered the questions you had asked last time and decided to try basing his drawing on that- but he didn’t know what hot dogs looked like, so he couldn’t draw one. You laughed and told him you loved it anyway and the effort in it was beautiful.

He thanked you, you said your goodbyes and then parted ways yet again. You let him keep the sketching equipment- to give him something to do while he was practically a prisoner in the tower.

Loki waited excitedly for your next session.

Hey, lovelies! Here’s a part 2 to Therapy Session, I’m going somewhere with this I swear- and I really hope you like what I have set up for you- I’m currently working on a day three.  I appreciate every like, reblog and every comment so hey keep ‘em coming- I love feedback. My inbox is open so request away (please I need something to procrastinate doing homework)

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

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Prompt: None

Summary: After joining the Avengers, Loki is subjected to mandatory therapy. He was reluctant, but he wasn’t expecting you.

Warnings: Probably mentionings of the chitauri invasion but why would you be here if you're not comfortable with that?

Word count: 438 (I’m sorry)

DAY TWO  DAY THREE  DAY FOUR

Day One

Loki wasn’t comfortable with people of that sort. Those people that asked questions. Asked him why he did what he did. If he was completely sure he wanted to be better or if it was just another trick of his. These questions just made him more angry. That wasn’t going to help anyone.

He was pleasantly surprised though, when he met you.

The room was clean, comfortable. It was homey, deep reds and browns. It was nice. Loki had to admit, it was cozy. Somewhere he could see himself spending time.

He sat stiffly on one of the leather brown couches, unwilling to move or show any sign of what he was thinking. And when you walked in, he half expected you to be like the other three people he had seen (all of whom quit their job before the end of the first week.) But you were different. You didn’t sit down and try to make him feel small. Instead, you treated him with civility, asking if he wanted anything to eat or drink, maybe a cup of tea.

He accepted the offer and you made him a cup of tea, which he took gratefully.

Then you sat and asked him questions. But you didn’t ask about his attack on the world. You asked him things like his favorite colour. Kind of an easy one as it was green. What was his favourite animal? He said it was a snake, as it brought upon fond memories of childhood. You asked more questions such as that. Favourite food or drink, hobbies, or maybe a holiday.

You got simple answers. Food, he wasn’t sure but he had been wanting to try American ‘hot dogs’- which he wouldn’t admit to anyone else. A drink was probably the tea you had made for him, he was sipping on it every ten minutes or so. Hobbies, not many but he’d tried drawing and didn’t mind it all that much. Holiday, he didn’t really celebrate any.

You gave him your own answers, Loki found himself enjoying the conversation- to his own surprise.

Soon enough, time was up. You both said your farewells and left the room.

You were well known among the Avengers, as some form of family. They were very reluctant to let you see Loki, as a matter of fact. But you insisted and said they shouldn’t judge him simply based on one act of defiance.

You were the resident therapist, the heroes would find you in their time of need. Now, Loki could almost see why.

And for some reason, he was looking forward to your next session.

Hello!! Thank you all so so much for liking my last imagines and supporting these, I appreciate it so much. I know this is small but I have plans to make it my first mini-series (I’m actually really liking the idea, I hope you do too.) 

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Summary: You and your boyfriend Peter decide to have a quiet and comfortable day together.

Warnings: None, just lots of fluff

Word count: 457

It was incredible how much a nerdy red and blue hero could illuminate your life. There was never a dull moment with Peter, no matter what you were doing- you were always enjoying it.

Which is why something as mundane as sitting on the couch in the middle of the day, the only sound coming from the radio that aunt May always has on in the kitchen and the TV that Peter was watching so intently.

This was one of those days- it was kind of a blessing to both of you. Most days, Peter was off saving the day while you sat at home worrying for your stupidly courageous boyfriend. It was nice to just sit and enjoy the company you kept.

You had your back against the armrest of the couch while Peter had laid between your legs, lying his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist.

And because of the fact you didn’t want to watch Star Wars for the 100th time, you held a book that was propped up on Peter’s back. Neither of you had moved from the position except for when you turned a page.

Very suddenly, Peter shot up. He grabbed the remote for the TV and paused the movie. You closed your book and stared at him as he got up off the couch and rushed toward the kitchen. Tossing your book to the other side of the couch, you sat up and waited for your quirky boyfriend to come back

You could see him fiddling with the radio and turning the volume up with a small smile.

To be honest, you couldn’t put a name to the song playing- but it was one of those older, lovey-like songs. You already loved it.

Peter jumped back to you and grabbed your hands, pulling you up with him and into a slow dance.

The room was much too small for something like this, but you made it work. Despite the bumping into furniture, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“This should be our first dance,” Peter muttered as if afraid of your reply. People would tell you that you were ‘too young’ to be thinking of the one you’re going to marry.

But subconsciously, Peter knew there was no one else that would support and love him the way you had.

“It should.” You agree, smiling at him with twinkling eyes as if you were looking at the future you could have together. Peter’s heart burst with joy as he quickly stole a kiss.

Now, the only sound ringing through the apartment was the radio, blaring the best song they’d ever heard and laughs from the young lovers, ready for anything to come their way.

Prompt: “Your hair is soft.”

Summary: James Potter was never one for taking care of his hair. Reader decided it’s about time that changed.

Warnings: none??

Word count: 756

James Potter has never tried to tame his unruly black hair. Instead, he chose to make it worse by constantly running his hands through the dark curls. He hardly ever used product- despite his best friend’s hardest efforts (Sirius claimed his hair should be arrested and taken to trial for public indecency.) He ignored every attempt at his friends fixing his hair.

Of course, that was until (y/n) asked if he was going to do anything about his messy strands.

Then it became incredibly important.

“Oi Padfoot, can I borrow some of that liquid hair stuff?”

“I think you mean gel, mate.”

And when the copious amount of product in his hair didn’t work- he desperately fell to his knees and asked for your help. Quite literally- to your discomfort- James was always one for dramatics.

“Please love, help me- I’m begging you!”

“Merlin- James, fine! Just get off the damn floor!”

So now, he sat cross-legged on a plush red chair in the Gryffindor common room. You stood behind him, an assortment of combs and hair products were strewn across the tops of the cushions. The other marauders had sprawled out across the rest of the furniture, chatting to themselves and tossing jokes and insults here and there.

Surprisingly, James had been rather quiet the whole time as you worked away at taming his ridiculous hair. You had to admit, you rather enjoyed the task. His hair was actually really soft- and the way it stuck out in so many ways always gave you something to do.

“Your hair is soft.” You muttered, quiet enough for James’ ears to be the only ones reached. Not like it’d make a difference, the other three boys were in their own little world.

“Is it now?” James asked, just as quietly. The both of you almost seemed distracted in a way, both with a different thing. You, with the way his hair felt between your fingers- he was more focused on the way your fingers felt playing with his hair.

You hummed lowly, changing the direction of the comb. His hair was actually starting to look rather nice, which was a pleasant surprise. If you could get his hair to cooperate, you should become a hairstylist with that kind of power.

You were actually kind of confused when he started caring so much about his hair- when you had first met him on the train back in the first year, he couldn’t give two damns about his dark locks.

James, on the other hand- was obsessed with your movement. Each brush stroke was almost loving, reminding him of each time his mother had brushed his hair when he was younger. Of course- you were different.

“We’re almost done boys, get ready for one fabulous Potter.” You stated, moving in front of James’ view to get the proportions more exact. While you tried to get the curls to fall just right over his forehead, the Potter’s heart sank a bit. He was enjoying this as much as you were, and could hardly say he wanted it to end. He covered it with a scoff,

“Wasn’t I already fabulous?”

Everyone in the common room collectively groaned in protest.

Once you were happy with the way his hair fell, you moved away to wipe your hands on a towel (due to a little access product). As you did this, the three other marauders gasped dramatically.

“Bloody Hell.”

“You’ve got some talent then, (y/n).”

“Well, at least he doesn’t still look like the back end of a-“

Sirius’ comment was cut off by a pillow thrown in his face. Remus grabbed a hand-held mirror and tossed it into James’ lap.

To say he was impressed would be a lacking statement. He was in absolute awe. James had never in his life seen his hair look this good. You stood nervously behind him again while he examined using the small hand mirror.

“That’s incredible.” He praised, looking at you through the mirror.

“Yeah?” You asked, with a little uncertainty.

“Absolutely!” James exclaimed, tipping his head back to look at you upside down. He offered one of those lopsided grins. You had to resist laughing at the boy, as the signature smirk looked quite hilarious upside down.

You moved his curls away from his forehead gently and leant down to press your lips to his hairline.

“Thanks, Gryffindork.” You laugh, moving to join the other three boys yet again.

James smiled to himself. He’d have to get you to do his hair more often.