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perpetuallydaydreaming · 1 year

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stop flirting with the nurse, it’s embarrassing.

it’s hard to act cool if james’ beautiful, hot nurse can hear his heart rate.

tags: james potter x gn!reader,, modern au,, hospitals,, nurse!reader,, remus pov,, melodramatic sirius and peter,, fluffy,, crack(?),, short around 1.3k wc,, no mentions of y/n

a/n: contrary to the title, there are no flirting just james being awkward lol,, i have no idea about the process of how vital checking goes sorry,, finding photos for this probably took longer than writing the fic itself rip.

it is to be noted that remus, resignedly, accepted it was only a matter of time before james got hospitalized for his recklessness.

now, with sirius and peter on either side of him, they wait for james to gain consciousness from his surgical procedure. it was a minor one, hardly one that needed 24/7 surveillance that sirius begged him to be a part of nor is the blubbering phone call from peter about james dying. the doctors even said he could be discharged the same day, if he woke up within the hour or so.

but remus is nothing but a people-pleaser. so, he stayed to watch over james as sirius requested and comforted peter that their loud, obnoxious (/fond) friend will wake up soon.

the room ridiculously quiet, a word rarely used as an adjective if they were involved, but it was. the only sound in the room, is the constant slow stream of the heart monitor and james’ soft breathing. remus can attribute this peace that the unnecessarily frantic and ballistic duo has now gone to sleep on the hospital’s stiff couch.

your head poked in first through the curtain before offering the gentlest smile and a silent request for you to come closer. you had been nothing but kind and attentive, to the point you were somewhat spoiling his overdramatic friends and their bemoaning about death and pain.

acknowledging their concerns with facts, reassurances, and empathic smiles. though he couldn’t miss the twitch of your lips as you try and stop, what remus imagines is a bellowing laughter at their dramatic reactions over james’ “demise.” not that remus blames you if you did let out a little laugh, it was getting theatric for a simple, small, and successful surgery. but he understands that professionalism comes first, such reactions might not be appropriate.

“well, everything seems fine here. your friend should be waking up anytime soon, if he does, don’t hesitate to ring us over so we can have him checked and he can be discharged. but before i leave the room, do you want me to do anything for you, any questions or concerns?” you say, voice gentle and firm

“no, we’re good, thank you.”

you nodded and gave a pretty smile, “okay then.”

you adjusted the curtain to close it fully, giving a stirring james and the sleeping visitors some privacy.

it wasn’t long before james woke up, groaning and stretching as if he had just been napping. albeit, a little delirious still, from the anesthesia no doubt.

he had opened his eyes now, unnaturally drooping and hazed, remus reached over and thwacked sirius and peter on their heads, “james’ awake.” he hums, giving nothing but an innocent looking smile as they glare for their rude awakening.

any sort of complaints from the smack quickly died out when they saw james, crowding over him and hugging him as if he’s been gone for 3 years and not 3 hours.

peter grabs james’ hands and recounts his experience of how he heard the news (from a text). at the same time with sirius exclaiming,

“oh, i’m so relieved you’re alright!” sirius cries, cradling james’ head to his chest, nuzzling through the knotted mass of curls to which remus only rolls his eyes at the theatrics of it all.

leaving remus no choice but to call you back into their section and have him checked for the last time.

“i’m fine,” james rasps, giving a sleepy smile and sluggishly patting both of the melodramatic thespians as comfort.

he looked fine, his hair no doubt knotted, his lips cracked dry but still rosy-cheeked.

when you arrived, sirius and peter have behaved themselves to sit down on the chair beside james’ bed. you slid the curtains fully, letting the light into their area. the fluorescent lights behind your head creating a soft halo as you kindly smile at james.

he looked to be stuck in a dazed trance. eyes still drooping but wider than when he first woke up, mouth slightly open, and body seemed to be frozen in place.

at first, remus thought of this due to the lingering effects of anesthetics but heard james’ heart rate steadily increase in speed.

the beeping machine seemingly louder now than before.

“hello, james. how are you feeling?” you hum, walking to go near him to do your routine check up.

the beeping seem to have picked up in speed as you neared his bed.

remus looked to the others to see if they noticed. the three of them, doing their best to cover their mouths to muffle their laughter.

“..’m fine..” james mumbled, starry-eyed gaze stuck to your face as you check his file and vitals.

“no pain? or headaches? any discomfort?” you ask, jotting down notes.

“jus’ perfect. ” he said, sounding a bit breathless.

the beeping was just going incrementally faster, the nearer you go to him.

you look at the monitor, face looking confused and worried all the same. “is it okay if i touch you? i’m just going to check on something really quick.”

the beeping stops for 2 whole seconds before continuing its raging beats. by now the three boys are having a field day, face red from the silent laughter and disbelief.

his heart literally skipped a beat, what even is this guy really? remus amusedly thinks to himself.

james couldn’t seem to say anything but give a measly nod. you grab your stethoscope, and listened to his raging heartbeat to see if anything was wrong. but james’ heart rate just seemed to have gained more momentum as you gently place your hand on his shoulder.

you move away, and slowly the heart rate slowed down, but still fast enough that you looked at him in slight concern.

“your heart rates a bit fast,” you noted, looking straight at him.

james’, oh sweet james, cheeks bloomed a glowing red and bashfully looked down.

you wrapped the stethoscope around your neck again and gave him a sweet, reassuring smile, “but other than that, everything looks to be in order. i’ll bring over the papers you have to sign and then you guys are free to go.”

when you finally walked away, james heart rate seemed to slow down to the normal speed once more. lolling his head to the side, as he groans in utter embarrassment and self-loathing.

“what is wrong with me?” he groans, cheeks still aflame.

sirius smirks, “your usual weakness to utter babes, that’s what.”

“your heart was going so fast i thought it was going to pop.” peter gushed laughing.

james playing with his starchy blanket, muttering lowly, “you think the pretty nurse heard that?”

the boys snorts out a laugh,

“i think the whole bloody hospital heard it mate,” remus cackled.

you came into view again, attending to another patient checking their vitals. offering the same kind of glowwy smile you gave them not a minute ago.

and because james just loves torturing himself, his gaze lands on you again. the same dazed look, body frozen but his eyes actively following your every move. the boys heard his heart rate—the beeping sounds picking up again.

this time sirius couldn’t stop his bark of laughter, causing you to look over them, curious.

your gaze connecting with james for a solid second.

they heard the monitor give another long pause before resuming its fast beeps. remus shook his head laughing, telling you not to worry.

you give remus a small nod, before looking over at his flustered friend, giving james a smaller, but somehow the sweetest smile you showed all day and abashedly looking away.

and james looking undeniably enamoured by your brief exchange. letting his tongue wet his dry lips as a giddy, rather boyish smile erupts from his face.

hopefully, this doesn’t give james more reason to be reckless and get himself admitted to the hospital more often. but if he does, at least it’ll be a funny story.

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illicitvalentines · 3 months

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something stupid !

⋆ ˚ ౨ৎ 。james potter x gn!reader

OF WHICH... james has always adored your sweet heart and gentle ways and feels nothing more than obligated to tell you how much he loves you, even if he isn't completely sober enough to tell you

CONTAINS: FLUFF, modern au, established relationship, lovesick!james, drunk!james saying love for the first time 😶, mentions of drinking, flirting, kissing, cute stuff

NOTES: inspired by ' something stupid ' covered by frank sinatra ! i hope y'all like it i'm low-key terrified ( wc : 1.1k words !! )

JAMES WASN’T SURE whether it was the liquor on his tongue or the sense of love he was drunk on, but his feelings inside felt that they were to spew out of him at any moment now. Though his eyelids were wearing heavier by the minute, it was the drink in his hand that had now sunken in the residue of ice which lay on the bottom of the glass, that had kept him from leaving the party from being purely wearisome.

That and your wandering eye from the other side of the room.

Your obvious loss in trance was growing more evident to your two friends, Lily and Mary, as their nudges and callings of your name had failed to gain your attention – that instead, was entirely on the brunette boy.

James shared a small smile from his position on the couch, which was teeming with lovesick couples and their blatant attraction to one another; that populated the party with loudmouthed discussions and bursts of laughter – acting as redundant ambiance to James' approaching headache.

Pardoning yourself quickly from your two friends – who both smirked before promptly making conversation with themselves once more – you began to weave through the moving bodies of the crowd and gradually ended up beside him.

His hair was now messier than when you both first stepped into the party, for the mousse that you had used to hold his unruly curls back had failed to maintain the look; with a few loose locks falling out to frame his gentle face.

“Hey angel,” James responded, slurring his words from lack of soberness, the sides of his mouth perked up into a toothy grin that consumed his entire face. Holding your warm hand to his cheek, and picking up the spirits on his lips, you whispered;

“Hi Jamie,” you smiled sincerely, taking his glass out of his hand and placing it on the coffee table, “Have you had a bit to drink?”.

Not having it in him to respond verbally, James only shook his head. You laughed softly – causing James’ smile to somehow widen even further. To him you looked angelic, often depicting your smile as one that would wash heavenliness through your presence; entirely a sight for sore eyes.

“Weren’t you with Sirius and Remus for a bit? Where did they end up going off too?”.

“Not sure, said they’d be back but they aren’t.” he murmured, “Probably out in the yard smoking or making out, one of the two.” Your chuckle back triggered your gentle hands to make their way from his cheeks into his palms as you stood up to pull him away from the couch – now being towered over by your boyfriend.

“Do you perhaps want to head home?”

“That I’d love to.”

The sound of your footsteps became the only noise emitted in your apartment, a complete contrast from the party James had left his favourite jacket and any remaining soberness at, as he staggered a few steps behind you.

You removed your interlocked hand from James’ to set your keys down on the kitchen bench only to find the taller boy wrapping his arms around your waist and peppering light kisses into the crook of your neck, slowly moving up towards your jaw and eventually cheeks.

“James, please at least sit yourself down first.” you cooed, him humming in agreement whilst moving sluggishly to your couch and falling back onto the pillows that dressed up the comforting frame.

Watching you silently as you moved across the apartment, James was ultimately heart-struck, completely infatuated by you. The way you moved across the room with such care and flow, wanting not to make any loud noises as not to add to James’ now present headache; the way you would hum softly after putting on your favourite music; the way you would hold his head in both your hands once you finally sat down quietly beside him.

“I like it like this. Just the two of us.” he mumbled, causing a smile to partner your demeanour and soften your eyes.

“I do too.”

Your eyes both couldn’t leave the others, the only noise in the apartment being the sweet hum of your music playing, filling in the blanks of the lack of speech between the two of you. The muteness wasn’t awkward, instead contrastingly comfortable as you two lay in each other's silence.

Kissing your nose and forehead lovingly, James picked up on what he stopped at the kitchen bench, littering sweet kisses over your entire face that scrunched with the light touch. Your sweet laughter complimenting the peppering pecks of his love for you.

The moment to James was perfect, the only trouble being his lack of control of himself with you, especially when you looked at him in such a gentle way. Knowing it wasn’t the alcohol taking over, or the intoxicating scent of your fragrance, but the bittersweet feeling that had hung in his stomach much before the two of you had entered your apartment, before you left the party together, and long before your eyes had met with him on the other side of the room.

In fact, in the three months you had been dating for, James had subconsciously known he loved you in the mere few moments upon meeting at a party much alike the one you had come from. He was unsure of what had come over him, but it was too late before what was holding up in his insides came spewing out.

“I love you y/n”.

Your laughter came to a blunt end as your eyes widened slightly upon the words that had just escaped James’ mouth. In complete fear that he had ruined the moment James’ eyes began to reflect a similar fright to yours, completely changing in a mere few seconds as you had decided to disrupt him by meeting his lips with yours.

It was a passionate yet slow kiss, one that would hold all the words you were meaning to say but didn’t know how to pronounce. Cupping your face in his hands, he tasted sweet from both the amount of drinks he allowed himself to get lost in at the party, and the overall loveliness that James Potter contained.

Though you definitely couldn’t complain, you pulled back reluctantly, noticing his lips being slightly puffier and parted. You whispered under your breath.

"James you're drunk."

"I don't think I've ever been more sober in my life." he smirked, "Y/n, I told you I love you, you heard me didn’t you?”

“Oh I know, I just want to hear you say it again." you giggled softly before continuing, "I love you too Jamie.”

His heart ached with pure admiration as you two got lost in the moment and let time find you once more.

LIA'S LETTERS ⋆ ˚ ౨ৎ 。 to my lovely reader, thank you so much for reading this really shitty piece of writing ! this barely followed the song but oh well i hope the ending wasn't too bad either 😭 but i genuinely do hope you enjoyed and this wasn't too ooc for james; i love him lots and definitely hope i did him justice

like, comment and reblog if you wish !! ( they're very much appreciated 💗 )

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romxnticdreams · 18 days

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pairing(s): james potter x gn!reader

warnings: hidden "relationship", you and james are fuck buddies (with hidden feelings 👀👀), slightly suggestive, james is lwk mean towards the end of this...sorry! hurt/no comfort, i think that's all but if i missed something don't hesitate to lmk!!!

word count: 980

authors note: reader's house isn't specified, but i had slytherin!reader in mind as i wrote this, if anyone knows what show/book part of this was inspired from i'll give you a cookie, i'll fix any mistakes if there are any after school lmao. reblogs/comments are very much appreciated!!

lmk if you liked this!! i’m willing to do a part 2 if enough people ask for it…wink wink.. asks are always welcome. requests are open!

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You barely have any time to catch your breath before James is up and getting his clothes back on. He keeps his eyes trained on the floor, only looking up at you as he hands you back your own crumpled bundle of clothes.

You don’t bother getting yourself dressed, content in watching James put on his clothes instead. You marvel at the way his arms look in the dim light, his muscles contorting deliciously as he slips his jeans on. You hardly have any time to ogle at his soft muscles and the light tuft of hair on his happy trail before he’s slipping on his shirt and tucking it into his pants.

“You gonna get dressed, or are you gonna keep drooling over me?” your eyes dart up and meet his, noticing the teasing glint swimming in his eyes and the way his dimple seems to pop out at you as he smirks. “I am not drooling” you huff, rolling your eyes at him and turning away, hiding your flushed cheeks to stop him from teasing any further.

You can’t see him, but you can just tell he’s grinning as he snorts and continues to get dressed. It's silent again – though it isn’t tense – as you slowly slip on your underwear. You don’t bother putting your own pants on, content with slipping on the oversized t-shirt James throws at you. As soon as you slip it on you take note of the heavy smell of cologne, the strong scent a welcoming one. ‘Is this his shirt?’

You don’t have much time to think before James all but plops himself on the bed, causing your body to slide just the smallest bit towards his own as the springs groan. Warmth radiates from him in waves before they’re blocked by him throwing the thick blanket over your exposed legs. He smoothes out the barely there wrinkles as a small chuckle leaves his mouth.

“What is it?” you cock an eyebrow at him as he meets your gaze, an almost lovesick look on his face.

“Nothing.”

You poke his side, laughing at the way he jumps and grabs at your wrist. His grip is harsh at first before it quickly softens, his thumb finding its way under the bracelet you have on to stroke the soft skin he finds there. You don’t even have to speak, your face practically speaking for yourself, an exasperated ‘Just tell me’ look. He keeps his hand locked on your wrist as he looks down sheepishly.

“I bet you’d pretend not to know me if we bumped into each other.” he huffs a laugh through his nose, keeping his gaze on his lap as a faux smile spreads across his face. You still, smile falling ever so slightly as you study him, eyes darting all over his face before flitting down to the blanket covering your lap.

A beat of silence before he looks up, his slightly upturned lips morphing into a small frown. “Sorry..” it comes out breathless, so soft compared to his normal loud voice – almost like he’s ashamed at what he said.

“I would never pretend to not know you, James” you look back up at him, taking note of his furrowed brows before he averts his gaze, lips skewing to the side as he mindlessly chews on the inside of his lips. Its quiet for a while, with you looking at nothing but James, and him looking at anything but you.

“Is that,” it's hard to swallow, almost as if your throat is trying to close in on itself. “Is that what you really think of me..? You think that's something that I would do?” you pray to merlin that your voice doesn’t sound as strained to his ears as it does to yours. You can physically see him freeze, his hand around your wrist tightening just the slightest before he retracts his hand from you quickly. Almost as if you burned him.

“I-”

Theres a knock on his door before he can utter a single syllable, both of you jumping in surprise at the loudness of it. “Prongs, hurry up!!” is the muffled voice of Sirius behind the door before you can hear someone – Remus, most likely – tell him to ‘Shut up and leave him alone’ before theres a multitude of footsteps booming down the stairs, and before the front door gets slammed shut.

The once comfortable atmosphere is now tense, both of you not knowing what to say or do. It’s like James is stuck on autopilot as he gets back up off of the bed, grabbing his shoes and messily putting them on. He moves around the room, fluffing up his already messy curls as he studies himself in the mirror. You watch him in silence, hand limp and unmoving where he dropped it in his haste to let you go.

He’s heading towards his bedroom door before he stops and slowly turns around, almost as if he forgot that you were still there.

“I’ve got-Sirius invited me-” he’s wildly waving his hand around, gesturing towards the door and himself. You just stiffly nod at him, not trusting your voice in the slightest. His hands fall limp at his sides as he sends you a tight lipped smile.

“I’ve got to go,” he backs away towards the door slowly, grabbing the handle and stepping out into the hallway. “Make sure to leave a couple minutes after we do. Don’t want them seeing you and suspecting anything” he says before he’s closing his door and leaving.

Your ears ring, throat closing even more as you feel your eyes grow pathetically warm. You hardly register his front door closing or the sound of the car door closing outside before it speeds off.

You’re left alone, clad in nothing but your underwear and his t-shirt. Covered in his strong cologne.

You feel sick.

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cupidddd-d · 21 days

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missed call, missed chance

in which you and james potter are never, ever going to reconcile.

modern!au

cw: angst w/ a happy ending, alcohol consumption by reader

james

"the person you are trying to reach is unavailable. please try again later, or leave a message after the beep-"

and with that, every apology he was going to say, every "i love you, i'm so sorry, please forgive me, let's never fight again," had died on his lips.

hot, angry tears threatening to overflow from his red-rimmed eyes, james all but slammed his phone down on the table. he buried his head in his hands, tugging his inky curls to the point where it felt like the hairs would rip from his scalp.

he stared at the picture of you he had propped up on his windowsill. it was low quality and the lighting was atrocious and it had come from one of those photo booths at the carnival, but it was you.

you in all of your smiling, golden glory, and that adoring look in your eyes directed at him. the camera had caught you mid laugh, your eyes scrunched shut as you were indubitably amused by another one of his stupid jokes.

he used to make you happy. he used to make you laugh. you used to love him. and now all he did was make you cry. you wouldn't even pick up his phone calls.

you

what had gone so wrong? two days ago, the two of you were the happiest couple in the world--feeding each other bites of food, cuddling in bed, sickeningly in love.

the perfect couple, all your friends would remark with mock-bitterness. and it had all fallen apart over what? a petty argument that would have been resolved if one of you--just one of you had just let go of your pride and apologized?

a tiny, ugly part of yourself had always thought the relationship was too good to be true, that it would all end one day. and you had been proven right, which at least helped soften the blow a little bit.

you let out a soft sigh before taking another shot of whiskey. it wasn't like you to drown your sorrows in liquor, but desperate times called for desperate measures. leaving your purse haphazardly thrown on the chair next to you, you didn't notice the special ringtone you had assigned to james' contact.

but thank god for smartphones and their automatic reminders, because the next morning, you were able to call him back.

and then there it was. you again. well, your electronic voice coming through his phone, at least. the background of the call was fuzzy, like there were hundreds of people all talking at the same time.

"james? i-i'm not sure why you called, and i guess...i guess i'll never know because you never left a message--yeah, alright, i get it mum, i'm getting off the phone in a second--but i just wanted to let you know that i miss you. and...so call me back if you miss me too, i guess. or don't. i don't know...bye,"

just like that, the world filled with color again. had the sky always been such a bright blue color? did the flowers outside his balcony always smell so lovely?

with trembling fingers, he dialed your phone number.

"hi jamie," the grin in your voice was unmistakable. he could almost picture your eyes turning into little crescent moons, your lips stretching into the prettiest smile.

"hi love," he breathed out.

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slut4prongs · 9 months

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talking nonsense

james potter x gn!reader

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description: james has early practices and you try to wake up early to see him before he goes.

(i am like half asleep while writing this so it may actually all be nonsense so excuse that if it is)

The first thing you notice when waking up is the blaring sound of your alarm clock. The second thing you notice is James’s muscular arm reaching over you to turn it off.

You roll over, taking the opportunity of James having his arm lifted over you to slide into his arms and shove your face into his chest.

“Good morning, beautiful.” James spoke into your hair, his voice thick with sleep.

“Mmmhm,” You mumble into his chest in response.

James uses one of his large hands to move your face away from his chest to look into your eyes.

“You know, the whole point of us setting an alarm 10 minutes before I actually have to be up is so we can see each other in the morning.” He says with a smile gracing his lips at the sight of your tired eyes fluttering open.

“It's still dark outside,” You groan before continuing. “That was a stupid idea, and whoever thought of it, is stupid.” You mumble out angrily.

James can’t help but grin at the look on your face. Your eyebrows furrowed, your bottom lip jutting out in a small pout, and your eyes blinking slowly, more often than not, staying closed for longer than they were open.

“I’m pretty sure it was your idea, love.”

“Noo.” You mutter quietly while letting your eyes fall closed again and tucking your head back into James’ chest.

James just chuckles softly and presses a soft kiss to your head, letting you fall back into a light sleep.

Five minutes later, that to you felt like five seconds, you’re being awoken again but this time instead of an obnoxious alarm, it's your boyfriend’s soft lips peppering kissing all over your face.

“James,” You hum, a tired smile stretching across your face.

“I’m sorry, darling, but I have to get up to go now.”

Your smile quickly fades into a frown and you open your eyes slightly to look at the boy hovering above your face.

“I fell back asleep,” Your voice is laced with sadness when you continue speaking. “I wanted to see you more before you left.”

James' face is an exact opposite of your own, as he has a boyish smile playing on his lips.

“Oh, I know, but you were tired, it’s okay, we’ll have a movie night when you get home from work tonight to make up for it, okay?”

“Okay!” the smile returns to your face even brighter than before. “I love you so much Jamie, you’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” James chuckles while brushing some stray hairs away from your face.

You stare up at him with so much love and adoration in your eyes.

“No seriously, James. You’re like the prettiest person ever, and you’re so smart, and nice. Oh! And funny, you’re really funny!” You ramble while looking up at him with a lovesick look on your face.

James lets out a laugh at your tired rambling before he speaks. “Godric, I love when you’re half asleep and talking nonsense.”

You gasp and start pouting while glaring at James.

“‘S not nonsense, I just love you.” You grumble, still tired and now upset because your boyfriend thinks you loving him is nonsense.

You roll over on your side and snuggle into your pillow still keeping a pout on your lips.

James moves from hovering over your body to lay next to you, face to face.

“I’m sorry, love. That's not what I meant, I love you just as much… maybe more.” He whispers while caressing your cheek.

“No you don’t,” You huff still keeping your eyes shut tight.

James can tell you’re falling back to sleep so he wants to leave you be so he tells you. “Maybe you’re right, you always are.”

You smile sleepily, still not opening your eyes at all.

James leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips before whispering. “I love you, I’ll see you when you get home.”

He pressed a final soft kiss on your temple before exiting the room to get ready for practice.

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bruisedboys · 1 year

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what IF james potter let me wash and oil his hair and then we did face masks. like what then.

aerial!! I’ve had this in my inbox for ageesss and I finally got something done, it doesn’t really live up to your ask but that’s ok ig. ilysm <333

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You knock on the bathroom door, one arm full of hair products. “James?”

You hear him shift in the bath, water lapping at the sides of the tub. “Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

“Sure, darling. Door’s unlocked.”

You push the door open with your foot and step in. James is stretched out in the tub, and surrounded, thankfully, by mounds of bubbles. He looks about as relaxed as you’ve ever seen him, only his shoulders and head visible above the water.

He beams when he sees you and his cheeks apple. “Hi,” he says through his pretty smile.

Your face warms. “Hi, baby. How’re you doing?”

James has recently pulled his calf at rugby training. You do feel sorry for him, though he’s prone to pretending it’s super sore even though it’s not, just to get a kiss from you. He seems to ditch that method tonight.

“I’m fine. Perfect now you’re here.” He grins flirtatiously and sticks his arm out over the side of the bath, fingers outstretched. “Wanna get in?”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at his flirting. Somehow this is worse than the whole ‘pretending to be in pain’ thing.

“Can’t, Jamie,” you say, as if you’d ever actually turn down a chance to be ravished by him. You have something else in mind for tonight, though. “I already took a shower.”

James pouts. “Please?” He tilts his head back and throws his arm over his forehead, all drama. “I’m a wounded soldier, baby.”

You sigh. He’s awful. And adorable. “How about I wash your hair instead?”

That perks him up. He sits up fast, the hot water sloshing as he looks to you. “Would you?”

“Of course.” You cross to the tub and set the hair products on the rim. “And I bought some of that hair oil you like today, ‘cos I saw you ran out. I could put that in after?”

James moans. Actually moans. “You’re an angel,” he murmurs. His head rolls against the tub’s edge as he twists to look up at you, his dark eyes so fond you could melt. “Seriously. What did I do to deserve you?”

You flush under his gaze. “It’s just hair oil,” you say quietly, poking his cheek. “Not a big deal.”

“Is too,” Jame argues, and pretends to chomp your finger. You pull away before he can. “That stuff is expensive.”

You figure it’s best not to argue with him. You just shrug and settle on the edge of the tub. James gaze stays on you as you roll up your sleeves and pull back your hair.

“Stop staring and dunk your head,” you tell him, trying your best to sound irritated. It doesn’t work, but James dunks his head anyway.

He emerges with his curls soaking wet and you get to work. Squeezing a good amount of shampoo onto your palm, you scrub your hands together til they’re covered in bubbles. Then you bury your hands in his hair, working shampoo into his lovely curls, over the back of his neck and behind his ears. James practically melts into you, leaning back and tilting his chin up, his head pressing into your hands as he lets out a long sigh.

“Feel nice?” You ask, only half smug.

“Mmm,” is all you get in reply.

You giggle and continue working the soapy bubbles into his hair, massaging his scalp as you go.

When his head is more bubbles than hair, you let your soapy hand slide down his shoulder and give him a squeeze. “Okay. You can rinse now.”

James does as you ask and emerges yet again with his hair wet, shiny and free of bubbles. He shakes his head like a dog and gets you all wet, too. You’re only mildly annoyed.

You condition his hair next, spending probably far too long on it, but his hair’s so lovely and he makes such nice sounds that you can’t help it. You’re sure he doesn’t mind.

When you’re done and James’s curls look all soft and shiny and clean, ready to be oiled if you can ever actually get him to leave the bath, he tilts his head up and gives you a staggering grin.

“Kiss?” He asks, sweet as honey.

You indulge him, not for your own gain, of course. You bend at the waist and press your lips to his, gripping the bathtub with one hand and his shoulder with the other. He kisses you with enough sticky fondness to make your heart race. He smells of soaps and shampoo, sweet and flowery and intoxicating.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he says when he pulls away, looking pretty as ever, his eyelashes sparkling with water and his lips kiss bitten.

He’s so lovely you give him another kiss.

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railingsofsorrow · 1 year

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summary: you're being neglected by your-so-called-friends and james is there like he always is.

warnings: self-deprecation; self-isolating; descriptions of being left aside; talk about not feeling enough.

A/N: just words I needed to hear + poor writing (have you caught on that I'm in my james potter phase?) I also wanted to say that if any of you feel like that, you're amazing and you make a difference. don't let people diminish your value. you're loved and you matter.

w.c: 1.3K

pairing: james potter x gn!reader

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“you're quiet today,” james plots down on the couch by your side, the leather screeches as he leans closer to you just enough to respect your personal space.

“I am quiet,” you answer, still with your attention stuck to the parchment. you were finishing an assignment due next week. it's not like you had anything else better to do.

with a tilt of his head, he tries to peak over your shoulder, smiling softly as he caught a glimpse of your neat handwriting. he loved watching you do anything at all. it was therapeutic.

“you're more quiet than usual then,” james gives you a gentle smile. you had finally offered him your attention. “I didn't see you at lunch or at dinner.”

“I wasn't hungry.”

“I saw you in the kitchens, eating with the elves.”

your glare didn't refrain him from pushing.

“you're isolating yourself,” james says carefully. “why? did something happen?”

you survey his face, from the mole on the middle of his neck to his dirty glasses’ lenses. letting out a sigh, you pull them away from his face, minding the temples on his eyes.

james doesn't even flinch.

“I'm frustrated, that's all.” you said lowly, muttering a spell to clean off the blurred frames.

you place them back on his face, aware you were under his awed gaze.

“d'you want to talk about it?” he whispered after a while, slightly blushing that he'd been staring.

you shrug, going back to your homework.

james sighs, frustrated himself that he didn't have your full attention. that parchment was snatching all of it.

“did someone upset you? who do I need to hex?”

you let a giggle escape and his eyes soften. there you are.

“at least six people. are you up for it?” james raises an eyebrow and nods. you rest your quill down, pursuing your lips. “have you ever felt left out?”

james blinks at the sudden question. but taking a deeper look on your eyes and their red rimmed outline he was starting to figure you out a little. the issue must be the group you called friends.

“I have,” he admits, crossing his legs, knees bumping with yours. “when I was little. before coming to hogwarts.”

“what was it like?” you ask quietly but curious. you couldn't imagine james potter of all people feeling left out. he was the boy people looked at and thought I want to be with him or I want to be him. there was no in-between.

he fiddled with a ripped fabric in a spot on the couch, “it was hard for me to... make friends. my parents kept saying that I should just be myself but that didn't help me at all,” he let out a half-hearted laugh at the memory. “I was lonely, most of the time. before pete moved in next to me. then I felt for the first time that I didn't have to try to be someone I wasn't.”

“do they make you feel heard?” you refer to his real friends, now.

james casts you a look of understanding, “yes, they do. and they care. do you feel like that?” he knew you didn't. it hasn't been your first time with this kind of sadness on your features.

did you feel heard? seen? did your friends at least spared you their attention during conversations?

you pause.

“no.” you admit, ashamed. because now you could see. this wasn't how friends were supposed to treat you. talking over you, skipping your input as if it was nothing. forgetting you completely. just appearing when they need something. like the assignment you were finishing. one of them asked to take a look at it afterwards. let me know when you're done.

that's all you're remembered for.

“I think people just put up with me. at first, everything is perfect and they even pretend to listen to what I say but then... I don't know what happens, or what I do — if I knew I'd change it, believe me — but they either leave or just stop noticing I'm there, you know?”

you only realize you had spoken it out loud when james is taking your hand and bringing to his cheek. he does it whenever he feels you slipping away or when he wants you to look directly at him. you do. and he has conflicting emotions dancing in his amber orbs. a fire-like anger grazed with a lot of concern.

you feel like you could tell james anything. any time. he made you feel important. special, even. but sometimes, you think, maybe you should just stay quiet.

you speak too much. you overshare. you're annoying. everyone thinks you're boring and that's why you shouldn't speak up. you interrupt the smooth flow in a conversation.

just stay quiet.

“I don't see how someone would just stop noticing you. how is it even possible? you're amazing.” james intertwines your fingers and rests your joined hands against his cheek. “there's absolutely nothing you say that is insignificant. the opposite, really,” he adds, scooting closer as if he was about to tell you his darkest secret. “listen to me now, alright?” he waits for your response and you nod confused. “I don't put up with you. your company is what I look for every day, I love hearing the sound of your voice, I love the way you change your tone when you're speaking about something you cherish. but most of all, I love that you're you. nothing to alter, nothing to leave out.”

you blinked fast.

hearing the boy in front of you mend up a piece of your heart with those words was... not surprising at all. james had that kind of magic. he didn't need to say anything to make you feel better, just be there. but when he did use his words, it was like your favourite poetry penetrating your chest, brightening your cloudy day with a peak of sunlight.

james potter really is the sun.

“you mean it?” you prompt, still pathetically insecure. james, in all his patient-self, kisses your hand and then your cheek to prove a point.

a smile cracks your sad façade.

“you don't need people who don't realize your worth, they don't deserve you,” he says, frowning slightly. “besides, they treat you badly, I've seen it.”

“I just don't want to be alone.” you confess, looking down when you felt your throat close. “it's- it's stupid. but now I'm realizing being alone is better than being around them.”

james shook his head, “you're not alone. never. am I wearing my invisibility cloak now? you can't see me?” he says playfully, pretending to check if his body was visible. you push him slightly and he grins up at you.

“I'm here,” he says, squeezing your hand. “always.”

letting out a breath, you rest your forehead on his shoulder, “i know, james.”

his lips waver at the top of your head, fingers working their way up your arm. “come to the match tomorrow.” he requests.

you look up at him with crossed eyes because of your proximity, “gryffindor plays tomorrow?”

he flashes you a lopsided smile, bopping your nose, “yes. and when I fly through the stands I want to see you there. will I?”

you pretend to think it over and his grin drops. then you smile, kissing his cheek, “of course. I'll be there.”

sames rolls his eyes, “okay. I hope you mean that.”

“what don't I do for you, james potter?”

james threw all of his body weight on you, pulling you both towards the mattress with a huff. you squirmed, slapping his back, he didn't move, only laughed into your shoulder.

his triumph over putting a smile on your face couldn't be masked. making you happy was all that james cared about, and he'd make sure to keep doing that for as long as he was around.

A/N: I wish I had a james potter to cheer me up :(((

#reader insert #marauders fic #marauders era fanfiction #marauders x reader #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter x you #marauders imagine #james potter x gn!reader

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soulscryer · 3 months

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modern!James Potter x gn!reader ༊ 1.3k

At some point, the sun had begun its ascent into the sky, illuminating the kitchen of the small house you and James owned.

He was sound asleep upstairs, unaware of the impromptu all-nighter you had pulled. Scrolling through varying job applications, filling them out but never sending them in. Only one of which sounded appealing.

But then how many people chose to stock shelves in a supermarket for fun and not for required income? Your guess was not many. It was hard to imagine children, when asked to draw what they wanted to be, drawing themselves in a work fleece and stocking shelves.

No, kids dreamed big.

Somewhere along the line, they grew out of it and moved onto a more practical way of thinking. Most people did, anyway.

But a piece of you had always clung to the same idea. It wasn’t that your aspiration was improbable. Nothing akin to being a pop star or actor.

Yet, somehow, it always had eluded you.

At first, you could strike it down to pure coincidence. You were fresh out of college and didn’t have any real-world experience. There happened to be more qualified people.

But after experiencing rejection from varying bookstores, it became hard to believe it was a coincidence. So you tried harder not to accept that a small piece of you was sabotaging yourself.

You told yourself that working in a cafe with co-workers who slacked off, a retail store with a snippy manager, or a restaurant where men leered was better than taking a risk.

“Love? What are you doing awake?” James croaked from the kitchen doorway, hair a ruly mess atop his head, worse when he ruffled it with one hand.

“I woke up a few minutes ago. I was going to wait for you to wake up before I cooked us some breakfast,” you lied, pushing away from the dining table.

James watched as you moved to put the kettle on, pulling out the matching mugs he’d been so excited to show you.

If you had been facing him, you would have noticed the frown on his face when you dropped a tea bag into his mug and coffee grains and sugar into yours.

“Did you not sleep well?” He asked, coming up behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you to his chest.

“Fitfully,” you told him, deciding a half-truth was better than a full lie.

You had tried to sleep when you’d both gone up to bed the night before. But after two hours of failing to drift off, you had given up and trudged back downstairs with your laptop.

James hummed, pressing a kiss to the skin beneath your ear. “You should have woken me.”

“Oh?”

“I could have given you a massage or made you warm milk. Run you a hot bath, even.”

A small laugh escaped you as you clasped one hand over both of his.

The kettle finished boiling, and you used your free hand to pour steaming water into both mugs. The spoon clinked against the china as you stirred your coffee, allowing his tea to steep.

“It was no bother. I’ll take a nap later if I have to.”

James’s arms tightened around your waist, his nose pressing against your neck.

“We’ll take a bath together before bed tonight, then. Bubbles, bath bombs, and candles.”

“Extravagant,” you teased.

James didn’t agree. “Necessary. What were you looking at anyway?”

“Puppies.” Your response came quick and light.

“Kicked ones?” He asked. “You didn’t look very happy, poppet.”

“I saw a video of puppies in a shelter that people won't adopt because they look different.”

That wasn’t a total lie, either. You had seen a video of a puppy with a missing eye that no one wanted to care for. Only that was last week and you’d cried for half an hour afterwards.

“Oh. Well, they can’t help how they look,” James agreed. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll make us some eggs and bacon?”

“I said I’d make breakfast,” you reminded him.

“You’ve watched a sad puppy video and look dead on your feet. Sorry, love,” he added at your noise of protest. “I’ll do it. Please.”

He was kind enough to press a kiss to your shoulder when you moved away with your coffee, reclaiming your seat at the dining table.

“Aren’t there any happy videos? Golden retrievers running to their owners, puppies yawning?” He suggested when you began staring at your laptop unseeing again.

“Probably.”

“And you’re not watching those because you’re not actually watching puppy videos?” He continued, his tone telling you he already knew the answer.

A small pout formed on your lips. “No.”

James’s laugh was raspy, further evidence that he’d only recently woken. His mug appeared on the table beside yours a moment before you felt his fingers working against the muscles near your neck.

“What are we looking at then?”

But he could already see, being down to look at the filled-out job application on your screen with you.

“Where’s this one?”

Your lips pressed together. “In town.”

James nodded, head bobbing in your peripheral vision. “Very local. Go for it,” he said simply.

“It’s not that easy,” you told him. “I don’t think I should.”

James hummed again and then his hands were gone from your neck and shoulders. The chair beside yours groaned against the floor as he pulled it out and sunk down into it, leaning towards you with his forearms on his thighs.

“You’ve applied for this same job at different places before, love, this one’s no different.”

Shaking your head, you pushed the laptop closer to him, feeling sick at the sight of what could be.

“And no one has ever hired me for one of those jobs. Some of them didn’t even want me for an in-person interview,” you pointed out.

“Well, that’s their loss. Is that what’s scaring you—the possibility of being turned down again?” He asked, putting his hand on your thigh when you winced at his usage of ‘again’.

He moved the laptop to sit between the two of you on the table, slowly scrolling through your application.

“Have you written an email to go with this?” James asked when he’d finished checking it over.

You nodded, watching him warily.

“Send it.”

The laugh that clawed its way from your chest oozed bitterness. “You’re not getting it, Jamie,” you huffed. “I can’t do this. I can’t send it because then they’re going to read it and see how unfit for the job I am and I’ll sit around waiting for yet another rejection email. And that’s only if they have the decency to tell me they don’t want me.”

James nodded his head slowly, allowing you to speak at your breakneck pace. He gave you a moment to breathe when you were done, squeezing your thigh before speaking.

“What if they do want you?” He waved you off when you began to shake your head. “Take a leap with me here, hm? If I’d been so worried the rugby team wouldn’t want me that I didn’t even show up to trials, what would my chances of making the team have been?”

Inhaling sharply, you replied, “None.”

James gave you an encouraging grin. “But I did go to trials, taking that risk, and I got on the team.”

“I know that,” you sighed, folding your arms across your lap as you began to curl in on yourself. “But I’m not as brave as you are, James. Not about things like this. I don’t think I could take it if I got rejected again.”

It was his turn to wince at the merciless use of ‘again’.

“You don’t need to be brave for long, only long enough to send in the email. Then I'll cuddle you on the sofa and you can spiral while we watch whatever you want," James promised, using his index finger to tip your face towards his.

You studied him for a moment. His perpetually messy hair, round glasses sliding down his nose, sunburst eyes radiant with altruism.

“You’ll sit with me while I send it?” you asked, dropping your hand to cover his on your thigh. You squeezed three thrice.“I’ll even make chocolate-chip pancakes and bacon instead of eggs,” he told you, returning your silent ‘I love you’.

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starstruckwillows · 1 year

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♡ first class let down - j.p ♡

requested by anon :) 🤍

adhd!james potter x gn!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, arguing

patience is a virtue, but everyone makes mistakes

arguing with james hurt something deep inside your skin. like a stain that physically ached. he looked so forlorn you wanted to give up and let your point go, but then the glowing splint of anger would light within you once more.

you hadn’t been together all that long, so you hadn’t fought very much. it was still unprecedented territory and you had no default solution. you weren’t sure if you ever would.

usually, he was a stubborn man. he would fold his arms and have little regrets. he’d roll his eyes. he’d sigh, and groan, until the two of you got to the bottom of it. he didn’t typically shirk the responsibility, but he didn’t go down with it easily either.

this was different.

james potter was moping.

he was moping to quidditch practice, moping to the great hall, moping to class, and moping to bed. it’d been two days since you'd spoken, and you hated it, but some darker part of you was fractionally satisfied he felt your loss.

the fight had sparked because of his recklessness, his tendency to act first and think never. the fear that one day he'd cross the shifting line and you'd never see him again. it had stemmed from worry, not true irritation, and that threw the whole tone off. he lashed out, you reacted.

dark half-moons had taken up residence under james’ eyes when you found him half asleep beneath a tree by the black lake. he was hazy enough to not recognize you instantly, but conscious enough to detect someone was there.

“hello?” he grunted.

“hey.” you kept your voice carefully measured, tone flat, but he knew you instantly, shooting up and shielding his wide eyes from the bright light of winter sun.

“...hi,” he shuffled over on the robe he'd spread across the grass for you to sit, face falling when you squeezed right onto the edge and no further.

there was a thick beat of silence, then you both opened your mouths to speak at the same time. despite your remaining stress, a small smile couldn’t avoid your lips. james’ face held a similar expression, briefly, as his head dropped back for a second, then rolled round to the side. you could see how exhausted he was.

without thinking, you frowned, “james...”

“don’t call me that, please. you said you weren’t angry.” he pleaded, and you nodded.

“i’m not, baby. but i am worried. this is what i mean, you just... you don't take care of yourself properly at the best of times, and when we fight it’s worse. remus told me you aren’t sleeping.”

he sniffed, “i can’t. i can’t relax.”

it was true. even now, his fingers were tapping a quick, silent rhythm into his thigh.

“okay. we’ll come back to that later. but i still mean what i said, before, about this... lack of care you have for your life. i... i’ve tried to be good to you, and come to the infirmary when you fall off things, and carry around plasters for when you get hurt doing little things. there’s always water and food in my bag for you. i don’t mind, james, i really don’t, but i don’t like it when you take it for granted.”

a slight chill hung in the air. he noticed the goosebumps crawling up your arms and wordlessly offered you his jumper with his eyes trained determinedly on the ground. you took it, shrugged it on, and leant back against the tree.

you continued speaking, “i lost my patience the other day and wouldn’t let you talk, i’m sorry for that.”

james waited for a ‘but’. it didn’t come.

tentatively, he bridged the gap between you two with his pinky finger extended in an offer you accepted. your two fingers linked, he answered you.

“i’m sorry for saying i didn’t need you. i do. i guess... i guess that scared me. i’ve always appreciated everything you do for me, at least i thought i have, but maybe i haven’t. maybe i haven’t cos... these last days have been like hell. i miss you. i still miss you. i was an idiot. i’m so sorry.”

while apologizing, he didn’t look at you. he was scared of what he was going to see in your eyes. another person who got tired of his stupidity that he couldn’t seem to shake. another person who realised he was a first class let down.

but if he went looking, he wouldn’t find that.

“i love you.”

it meant everything to him, then. not just the sentiment of it’s original meaning, but forgiveness, acceptance, your own apology. rolled into three words he realised he’d been taking for granted.

it may have been the first time you’d said those words, but he felt their truth under his skin.

he reached over to grab the pen from your pocket, letting go of your finger and picking up your hand to rest on his leg.

softly pushing the biro onto your skin, he wrote ‘i love you’.

james pushed his glasses properly onto his face and dropped the pen to his side. you made a mental note to pick it up before you two returned to the castle.

“can i kiss you?” a new level of vulnerability bled into his voice, one you hadn’t been privy to before. a layer of confidence had dropped, for a moment.

you pushed his thick, brunette curls back from his face, “yeah, please.”

the confidence came back. his lips were on yours in an instant, slightly chapped but soft too, somehow.

bracing himself on the other side of your body with a hand on the ground, he was suspended above you, your back pressed into the tree bark.

the air grew colder as your mouths moved against each other, but not even a blizzard would have moved your arms from his shoulder blades.

“i love you.” he whispered.

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moonlightspencie · 2 months

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“good morning, baby” : “leave me alone to rot” // james potter. as a treat.

thank you for my man ☝🏻😚 i just read a best friend!james fic so… romantically charged besties it is

pairing: james potter x gn!reader (and a little bit of wolfstar because they’re collectively babygirl)

warnings: none

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You walked into James’s apartment, not caring that it was still early. You had a breakfast planned with Remus and Sirius, and you’d be damned if James was late again. Besides, he’s the fool who gave you the spare key.

You bounded into his bedroom, walking right up to his sleeping form and brushing a hand on his shoulder.

“Good morning, baby,” you cooed mockingly, kissing his cheek. “Time to get up. The boys are expecting us.”

“Leave me alone to rot,” he mumbled into his pillow.

You rolled your eyes, ripping his blanket off, causing a loud whine in protest from the man.

“You’re being dramatic,” you huffed a sigh.

“Don’t wanna be around Sirius and Remus on Valentine’s day. They’re gonna be all mushy,” he complained, squinting at you with bleary eyes.

“And?”

“And I’m single! It’s stupid!”

You rolled your eyes again. “So am I. Get over it. At least we get to do something fun today.”

He grumbled to himself, putting his face back in his pillow. You all but jumped on his back, speaking in his ear.

“If you get up now, we can come back here after breakfast and hang out all day. I’ll buy you chocolate and everything.”

You saw him smile a little despite himself, though he tried harder to hide his face.

“Not the same.”

“I’ll give you one kiss if you’re really good.”

He fell silent for a second, then glanced at you over his shoulder with a poorly concealed smile.

“Two kisses.”

You raised a brow. “You’re getting greedy.”

He turned over quickly, and you flopped onto the mattress next to him as a result. He smiled down at you.

“You spoil me. It’s your fault.”

You scoffed a laugh. “Get up and get ready or you get zero.”

He hummed for a second, then quickly pressed a peck to your lips. He jumped off his bed, yelling over his shoulder as he did.

“That one didn’t count, by the way!”

You finally got to the restaurant with James hanging off your shoulder as you sat across from Remus and Sirius. They spoke quietly to each other, but neither of you really noticed, lost in your own little world.

“They’re worse than we were before we got together,” Remus whispers into Sirius’s ear. “And that’s saying something.”

“Bet you they’re together by the end of this year,” Sirius said with a mischievous smirk.

“What do you win if they do?”

“…a kiss?” Sirius offered, as if it wouldn’t happen anyway.

“Two kisses,” Remus bargained

“You’re on.”

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cosmal · 2 years

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can i request a james potter fic where he’s really clingy cus james is my babyyy 😩

okay this was actually fun 2 write so thank u!! i live for clingy james!! warnings/tags :: mentions of alcohol, no prns used though reader is wearing a skirt

James Potter thinks he knows how much he loves you. He thinks it’s not possible for it to ever change or waver because all he knows is you and how endearing it is to love you. He thinks he’s very good at showing it too. He does it every day and would probably say he’s gotten it down to a T.

But, then, sometimes it hits him so hard in the chest it almost knocks the air from his lungs. A feeling so white-hot it renders him speechless. Because, trust him, he loves to show you how much he loves you. He’d spend every last moment of his ever-fleeting existence on this Earth loving you if he could.

But, he loves it, even more, when you show him how much you love him as well.

Because how could he not? With you sat on one of Sirius’s couches, his head in your lap, the skin of his cheek sticking to your thigh. He suddenly realises that he’s exactly where he wants to be.

Your fingers card through his hair, stopping to scratch his scalp every few moments when there’s a lull in your conversation with Mary. He thinks you’re not really paying attention to him, too engrossed in whatever it is you’re laughing about. But when your laugh fizzes down into a sigh, he can sense you staring at the side of his face.

The pretty heart locket he gifted you years ago when you were still only friends, is cold when it lands on his cheek as you lean over him to speak in his ear. “You okay, Jamie?” Your voice is considerably quieter when you speak and it has the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.

He pushes further into your lap, a ruffle of your cotton skirt bunches underneath his cheek and he can smell your detergent. And then he can smell your body lotion. It’s an overwhelming wave of frangipani, and then coconut and vanilla and it has his head reeling.

“Mhm.” He can’t really find it in him to say anything else. Eyes fluttering, a dark wave of his eyelashes kissing the freckles under his glasses.

You move your hand to then trace the lines of freckles, moving over to his nose, nudging over the bump of the hook you always find yourself smoothing over when he was so close. “You sure?”

He pushes further, between the crease of your torso and the top of your thigh, “Yeah.” He wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn't hear what he’d said, words mumbled through the material of your clothes. But you push the arm of his glasses back over his ear and hum a noise that sounds like you understand.

“You drunk?” You question and he turns back out to stare up at you. At this angle, he can see the beauty mark under your chin. He reaches up to touch it, pushing into the skin of your throat. Not cruelly, but he smiles when you swallow.

“Not sure.” He knows he’s not. But he’s curious about what you’d do if you thought he was. He selfishly thinks you might treat him with even more care. That later you might help him up and out into your car to take him home. Maybe even cuddle him in bed until he falls asleep. Not that you didn’t already do that, he thinks. You always treat him like that.

“How much did you drink?”

He lowers his hand and wrinkles his nose, “A few beers.”

“Yeah?”

He knows you can tell there’s more, “And whatever Sirius was shotting.”

“Was it sambuca?” You question, squeezing his bicep, fingers tickling the vein on the underside of his arm. You trace it mindlessly, the pattern one you’ve memorised despite not even being able to see it. James shivers under his touch and then almost lets out an audible whine when you stop. He reddens.

“How’d you know?”

“Sambuca makes you tired.” You giggle. “Plus, your tongue’s blue.”

“‘M not tired.” He frowns. He doesn’t know how to say that he’s not tired. He’s just really loving the attention you’re giving him.

“I can see the Z’s in your eyes.”

“You’re dramatic.” Then he yawns.

“Hey, Marls?” You avert your attention to the blonde in front of you, tapping her on the shoulder. James immediately misses the attention you’d been doting him with and it had only been five seconds. He thinks he’s going crazy. “I think you parked me in, you okay to move your car?”

She frowns. “You’re leaving?”

“It’s way past his bedtime.” You poke James in the cheek and he pouts.

“Is not!” He guffaws.

You ignore him and nudge him so he lifts his head. He does and you stand, James makes no effort to get up, letting his head fall back down into the stiff leather of the lounge.

“C’mon, honey.” You smile, hands outstretched in front of you, “Up.”

Honey, he thinks. How could he not get up when you’re using that name?

It’s later in the night now, after you’d driven back to his flat. The both of you now sat in the calm of his kitchen. You’re standing at the door of the refrigerator, the ivory of the light swallowing you whole. Socked feet twisting into the grey tiles, wondering what to eat.

“You hungry hungry?” You lean your weight against the door as it swings, “Or just got the munchies because you’ve been drinking?”

You turn over your shoulder to look at him where he’s standing, leaning against the counter. Arms bulging over the hem of his white shirt where they’re crossed over his chest.

“Because there’s that pasta I can do.” You hold the pasta sauce jar over your shoulder to show him but you quickly sit it back in the fridge where it clinks against the glass shelf. “Or there’s leftover pizza from Thursday? Did you have dinner? Because there’s other…” You stop speaking when you realise he hasn’t said anything since you actually opened the fridge.

"James?"

He straightens up against the counter and outstretches his arms in front of him, "C'mere." It's more of a light demand than it is a question. But he can't feel it in him to care to ask.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." He nods. And then, when you don't move, "Just c'mere, sweetheart. Please?" He sounds desperately whiny though he knows you don't mind. You don't, obviously.

You move to close the space between the two of you, and he holds his breath until you fall into his arms. He wraps them around you, deflating when he leans his elbows into the tops of your shoulders.

"Feeling okay?" You mumble into his chest, probably dampening his clothes. You grip his shirt where it sits around the sides of his hips when he presses further into you.

"What?" He questions, resting his chin atop your head, and you repeat yourself. "Oh, yeah, all good. Just really needed a hug."

He leans down to kiss the bare skin of your shoulder, a wet sound left in its wake when he lifts his mouth. He nudges it with his nose before he spins you around, you now pressed into the bench. You giggle, an airy and light sound that makes James look down at you with glassy eyes.

"You're very touchy today." You smile.

But James only pouts, "Is that okay?"

"What?" You huff a laugh from your nose, "Of course it is."

"I'm not being annoying?" His grip loosens though yours only tightens, the edges of his ribs pressing into the flesh of your arms.

"You'd never annoy me." You deter, "Hug me all you want."

Which he does, burying his face in the junction of your shoulder and his breath tickles your skin. He squeezes you harder and for a moment the air is stripped from you when he leans back and you're standing on your tip toes. Your shirt rides up where it's pinned between your bodies and he can feel the heat from your body seeping through him.

He sits you back down and turns to brush his nose against yours. You press your lips against his, a light push with no actual force. But when he huffs an airy whine out his nose, you lean in further. You don't lead for more than two seconds when he pushes a hand up to cup your cheek, fingers parting over your ear where he cranes your jaw to slot his lips further against yours. He slips his tongue past your lips, pressing into your own. Searching like it was the first time he's ever kissed you. Fingers pressing into the flesh of your hip cruelly where his arm is wrapped around your back.

You pull away, chests heaving through pants. His eyes are misty where they dance over your face, lips and cheeks red under the light of his breakfast bar. He kisses you once more above your lips, atop your cupid's bow and grins.

"I love you." He murmurs, a sound you can barely hear over the hum of the fridge.

"I love you too."

Then he's giggling, a boyish laugh when he unwraps his arms from you. "Your tongue is blue." He smiles.

"Bloody Sambuca."

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queerpumpkinnn · 7 months

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Kinktober 7th: Inside Joke

aka mommy kink with James Potter

3.5k words

Summary: Jamie's poker face is put to the test when you surprise him with a new toy.

Pairing: Collegeau!boyfriend!james potter x reader

Warnings: mommy kink, unprotected piv sex (don't do this at home), james wears a buttplug in public, sirius is a dance major because i said so, nipple play/sucking, slight anal play, exhibitionism kinda, cum eating, degradation with a healthy dose of condescending praise, alcohol consumption, smoking (not reader or jamie, just the people around them), overstimulation, maybe hints of cnc (jamie expresses discomfort but doesn't ask to stop or struggle), cunnilingus, finger sucking, let me know if I missed anything!

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"You what?"

"Did I stutter?" you crossed your legs, turning back and forth a little in James' desk chair.

Meanwhile the man in question stood dumbfounded with an unwrapped package in his hands and his jaw dropped. "I-in front of everyone?"

"Well, yeah. But it's not like they'll see it." You quirked a brow. "Unless you make it really obvious."

James' cheeks burned scarlet at the thought. "I won't." He doesn't fully believe himself as he says it, but as he stares down at the brand-new silver toy in his hands, he doesn't really care.

"Good." You stood, kissing him on the cheek. Your touch was electric on his skin, from your lips to your hand on his chest. He was sure you could feel his heartbeat racing. "Cause we're leaving in ten."

. . .

As soon as he crossed the threshold of Sirius' house, he knew he had severely overestimated his ability to be subtle. Your fingers were locked together so as not to get separated- the house was overflowing with raucous college students and blaring music- but James was using it as a stress toy, squeezing it every time the plug nestled inside of him moved. He had worked up a thin line of perspiration under his glasses and across his hairline.

James could feel the bass of the song vibrating in his feet as he walked, through the walkway down towards the living room. His ears perked instinctively at the sound of a clear, crisp whistle from somewhere deeper into the room. He glanced around until he found the familiar, wide-grinning visage of his best friend. Sirius jerked his head, as if telling him "come over here", raven hair swishing with the movement.

You must have noticed, because when you turned back from him, one hand gripping two beer bottles by the neck, you nudged your chin to signal him forward.

"Welcome, welcome, my dear comrade!" Sirius hollered, holding a red plastic cup up in the telltale grandiose joy that always overcame him when he was drunk. "And Prongs."

James rolled his eyes, unable to help the grin splitting his face as Sirius clapped him on the back.

"Sit, sit!" Sirius beckoned them to the couch, where Remus was draped over the arm, blunt in hand. The sandy-haired boy waved lazily.

James struggled to hide a grimace as he sat down, the prodding of the metal becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. He was grateful for the bottle you passed him, eager for something to ease his nerves.

"Relax, baby," you murmured in his ear, breath tickling his cheek. James' neck felt hot, the hair at the back prickled.

All he could do was swallow thickly, nodding and taking a swig.

"Good boy," you purred, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. "You might want to cover up a little though, hm? A poker face doesn't help much when you've got a boner."

James' eyes shot down. Indeed, there was a growing bulge in his pants.

Before he could say anything, you stood, pushing his legs apart. Shock coursed through him before you sat on the floor between his legs, arms draped over his knees and head leaned against his lower stomach.

This made it infinitely worse. Now he had a bird's eye view of your cleavage, and when you looked back up through your eyelids to smile at him, he had to bit down on his lower lip to keep from groaning. Your head rested so conveniently against his crotch, and when he shrunk back from it, the plug nestled around.

"Oi, Prongs. Y'alright?" Remus nudged the man with his foot, concern painted on his face.

"Yeah," he managed to choke out.

"Sure? You look like y've got something up your arse."

James could feel you shaking with laughter underneath him. He exhaled, shaking his head. "Just tired, s'all."

"Aren't we all." Remus nodded, head lolling over to watch the dancers- or rather, one singular dancer. "But we've got the whole summer ahead of us to loosen up."

James lifted his half-empty bottle of beer in agreement. Remus wasn't even watching, his eyes were trained on Sirius, swaying to the music. He was a dance major for a reason.

James' attention was snapped away to his crotch when you began nodding slowly to the music. You were engrossed in conversation with Dorcas and Marlene- when did they get here?- but James knew that through all your subtlety you knew exactly what you were doing. What you were doing to him. James huffed, gripping the glass bottle so tight to keep himself from holding onto your hair. He wasn't even sure what he'd do with it once he had it. Would he tug your hair away, or rut against the back of your head like a bitch in heat? He knew you'd call him that if he did, you'd call him desperate and such a needy little whore-

He almost sobbed when your head froze. His fingers itched to touch you, but he knew better than to grab your head. So he opted to look down at you. You were glaring a cold fire, so he followed your gaze across the room to some girl whose name he didn't know and whose face he didn't recognize. She wiggled her fingers at James, and as she did so, she leaned forward and pushed her arm into her tits, accentuating her already plunging neckline.

Ah, James thought. He was almost amused at your annoyance, if he wasn't already so turned on at any meager touch from you. Your hand reached under the crook of his knee to rest on his upper thigh, sending electricity shooting through his muscles.

Your head tilted up, and he knew exactly what to do without you even needing to ask.

The minute your lips touched together, mashed in a frenzy of tongue and teeth and quiet sighs, James' body was set alight. Your hand kneaded at his thigh, and he could feel you smiling- you thrived on making him squirm, and you knew when you were succeeding.

By the time you parted, James' head was swimming. He watched through lidded eyes as you licked your lips at the girl, and as the latter rolled her eyes and stalked off.

James was throbbing. He couldn't help his hips from rising up into your hair, even if his efforts were hopeless. His face was red and he was breathless.

He squeezed your hand, and you looked up in question. He didn't even have to say anything.

"Wait." You told him firmly, taking another swig.

Wait? He couldn't wait, he'd been waiting all night.

"Please," he whimpered, leaning down to your ear.

"Patience, Jamie." He hated and loved the nonchalance in your voice, the indifference.

"Need you, so bad..."

"Wait."

"Mommy!"

It wasn't that loud, barely a sigh, but it rang in your ears, scorched your belly. You scrambled to your feet, hooking a finger in the collar of his shirt.

"Can't hardly wait a few hours, huh? I thought you could last longer than that." You snarled, turning and dragging him with you.

James held close to you, trying to hide his raging hard-on by pressing his front into your backside. You slithered through the crowd, around the pillar, up the stairs, and into the first bedroom you saw.

James quickly recognized it as Sirius'. Various posters were plastered almost on top of each other, so that there was more picture than wall. The smell of weed was fainter here than downstairs, and there were clothes- mostly black, but there was an occasional red or silver- scattered all over the floor. Makeup was scattered over the dresser, where a mirror was propped up haphazardly. The bed, however, was as tidy as ever, decorative pillows propped up and everything.

The click of the lock brought James back to the moment. You were standing at the door with one hand on your hip, tongue poking at the inside of your cheek.

"Go on." You said simply. Irritability was painted on your face.

"Huh?"

"Since you needed me so badly you couldn't wait until we got home, go on. You have me. Show me how badly you need me."

James' head went dumb at the idea, and his body acted of its own accord. He stood from the bed, taking your hand and pushing it into his crotch. A low moan was pulled from his throat when you cupped him, gently massaging the ache between his legs. His face dropped into the crook of your neck, relishing in the overwhelming sensations- your smell, the strain of his leaking cock against his jeans, your free hand tracing down the back of his neck. He shivered, gasping and arching his back when your finger trailed down his spine. It lingered at the base of his tailbone, sneaking under the waist of his jeans and tracing feather-light over that ticklish patch of skin.

"Mommy, please," James whined, fingers clutching your wrist.

"Turn around," you muttered, pushing him around by the waist. You walked him over to the bed until his knees hit the edge of it, trapping himself. Instinctively James reached down so he could plant his hands on the mattress, rendering himself entirely vulnerable to your will. Both of your hands groped at his behind. You reached around to unbutton his pants, tugging them down along with his underwear.

"No touching," you snapped before his hand could take his cock, bobbing heavily under its own weight. He let out a weak noise as it dripped onto the blanket pathetically.

You were still entranced with his ass, or rather, what was inside of it. Your fingers went from groping aimlessly to pulling his cheeks apart, finger trailing delicately around the little stud. At even the slightest of pressure, James' now shuddering body arched into your touch and he let out a noise so loud and unabashedly pornographic you had to clap a hand over his mouth. It wasn't until you felt the plug moving that you registered the rhythming clenching of his ass, a telltale sign that he just came.

And glancing around his body, you were right. There was a pool of white under his now softening cock, strands of cum webbing between the tip and the sticky puddle.

"Jamie." Your voice wasn't loud, nor really that stern, but it made him jump regardless.

He didn't dare look at you, but he also didn't dare fight the gentle hand of yours, guiding his face to turn back and look you in the eye.

"Jamie, baby, what am I going to do with you?" You shook your head, clicking your tongue.

It was a rhetorical question, but James gave a weak, defeated sound anyway. He wouldn't have been able to talk, your hold on his jaw having grown tight enough to hold him in place.

"I give you a nice, pretty new toy, help you stay hidden when you can't do it yourself, even start to indulge you when you can't even be bothered to wait, and you cum just like that? Without even asking?"

James knew it was a twisted description of the night's events, but shame boiled in his stomach anyway. "'M sorry, Mommy. Jus' felt too good."

You suck in a breath through your teeth. "I really thought you'd be good this time, bub. But I guess not."

James felt tears pricking in his eyes. But he was. He was so patient. You were just mean.

"Alright, on your back." You released your hold on his face.

"H-huh?"

"If you're just gonna be a needy little brat who cums whether I let him or not, I might as well get some use out of you."

James crawled, with shaking legs, up the bed, until he was propped up against the pillows, beefy legs spread enough to where you could see his sticky cock limp against his stomach and the plug, that goddamn plug that had gotten him into so much trouble in the first place.

He felt as though he were under a microscope, in a cage at the zoo, on a stage, the way you were staring at him. Hungrily, menacingly, with plans in your eyes that he was both terrified and excited to learn of. You kicked your shoes off slowly, stripping off your outer layers without breaking eye contact. James' eyes bulged when you shimmied out of your pants.

"Mommy.." he sighed, fingers flexing over his thighs as he willed himself not to touch.

"Shh, hush baby, I know," you crooned, crawling over to him. Your fingers, lithe and light, traced the underside of his dick, making him gasp. You only seemed to be spurred on by his reaction, your other hand brushing over his thigh.

"You just couln't help yourself, hm? Isn't that right?" James shook his head, resorting to clutching the comforter by his side. "Well, I guess we'll just have to work on that, won't we?"

James didn't have the opportunity to ask what you meant by that, because as you said it, you were shuffling up so that your hips hovered over his cock you were holding upwards. That was the other reason he couldn't ask you, because in his sensitivity, your touch knocked the breath from his lungs.

"Aw, pretty boy, what's wrong?" You cooed, though there was a mean tone to it. "You're so tense."

James gives a hiccupped whine, his lower lip trembling. When your hips rolled deviously over the tip of his weeping cock, his head kicked back against the lush pillows.

"Nuh uh, none of that." You snarled, taking a fistful of hair and tugging his head up so that his gaze, under hooded lids, met yours.

James' hands, now clutching your waist as though it were the only thing that would keep him from drowning- in what, he didn't know- trembled as you sunk down, slowly, onto his poor cock.

"Ah! M-mommy, too much, 's too much-"

"No." You stilled, which was somehow worse. "You're going to take it. I've been dealing with you being impatient and selfish and useless all night, it's my fucking turn."

He shouldn't have throbbed at the word, but he did. James nodded after a moment, when he noticed a tinge of concern in your eyes. It disappeared as soon as it came, and then, inch by agonizing inch, you sank down on his cock until you were sat fully on him.

You didn't move immediately, instead relishing in the feeling. Your eyes fluttered closed and you flexed your fingers over James' chest, which, oddly, seemed to upset you. Your eyes snapped open, staring down at James' chest, plucking at the material of his shirt.

"Off." You grunt, pushing the material up his stomach. James pulled the material from his body faster than he's ever done anything- anything to please you.

You seem satisfied; your hips roll against him, and James feels as though he's been set on fire. The evidence of his previous orgasm was not yet dry on the bedsheets, and here you were sitting on his cock- no, your cock. Your useless cock.

"Aw, yeah, see Jamie?" You dip down, mouthing around his heaving chest. "This is what happens when you don't wait. Mommy's going to get ther way either way, it's not my fault how that turns out for you."

James only nodded frantically, breathing heavy and yelps and gasps giving way to long, high moans. Your lips reached his nipple, and your tongue traced over the sensitive skin.

"Mommy! Please, mommy, don't stop-" James' pleas were cut off when your lips wrapped around the bud, tonguing and sucking and pulling the sweetest, most shameless sounds from the depths of his throat.

A new kind of panic settled over James as your hips sped up. He felt it in the throbbing up his cock, in the heat brewing in his lower stomach. He wasn't going to last.

"Mommy, Mommy slow down, please, 'm not gonna last," he pleaded, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes as he tried and failed to think of anything else. He was already denied looking away from you, but even if you'd let him he wouldn't want to.

"Oh, but you will," you purred in his ear. "You're gonna get Mommy off if it kills you."

"Can't, Mommy, 'm sorry," he wails, eyes screwing shut.

"Hold it." You grit, but the firm cant of your hips up and down his length make your orders impossible. White-hot pleasure mixed with shame washed over James as he, against his own will, releases into you.

You were fully planning on continuing regardless of whether or not he came, but seeing the way he fell into a series of jolts and falling limp, you had a lapse of pity. You could tell by the crossing of his heavy eyes that he was exhausted.

Once you were still, and James had caught a breather, he tried nestling his face into the crook of your neck. "'M sorry Mommy. I tried, I really did. Wanna take care of you, wanna make you feel good. Wanna taste you Mommy, please?"

"That's the first smart thing you've said all night, Jamie." You combed a hand through his hair. Gently, slowly, you lifted yourself off of him, rolling over and lying on your back. James was quick to follow your movements, chasing the warmth of your body despite being sweaty and sticky.

"Go on, baby," you nod, legs spreading open. You wince a little at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you, but James was ever so quick to replace it. His eager tongue lapped at you, licking his own cum out of you.

"That's it, sweet boy, just like that, doing so good for Mommy."

James' efforts redoubled at the sugary sweetness of your voice. The hand that was kneading your thighs slithered between your legs, tracing around your hole so his lips could wrap around your clit, tongue laving over your skin in a manner that could only be described as hot. Big doe eyes gazed up at you, pouty and longing for approval. Your moans and praises were confirmation enough, spurring his fingers to sink into you with ease.

James’ mouth and hand worked wonders, that was never a debate, but it was the devotion and surrender in his actions that sent you barreling towards that high. It was watching him earlier as you rode him, watching him try to stave off his orgasm for as long as possible, denying himself overwhelming pleasure simply because you had asked. Your pleasure was his pleasure.

“Ah, Jamie, so close baby, so good- ah!” Your hands flew to his hair when he delivered a particularly harsh suck to your clit; bleary, blinking eyes clouded with lust watched your face contort in pleasure.

You writhed underneath him, and at this point, you were bucking your hips up into his face, pulling it so that his nose rubbed over you exactly how you needed it to.

When your high hit you, your hips stuttered, so James took it upon himself to maintain the rhythm for you, head bobbing with the movement as overwhelming pleasure set your body alight.

The air was thick with the smell of sex as you basked in the afterglow; you’d only just realized how hot your body had become when you pushed your hair out of your face.

“Did I do good Mommy?”

James was blinking up at you wearily, but he looked content as ever. A mixture of your slick and his own cum was strung between his tongue, still poking out over his lip, and your lips.

You hummed, swiping your thumb over his chin to clean him. “Of course, Jamie, did so good for Mommy.”

James happily suckled on your thumb, laying his head on your thigh.

You watched him for a while, content in the silence, until you became suddenly aware of the music still blaring downstairs.

“Oh God, wait-”

. . .

Back at home, you sat with your legs dangling over the bathroom counter as you brushed your teeth. You were contently scrolling, not even paying attention to what rolled down your screen when a familiar name dropped down from the top.

Sirius “The Whore” Black: hey bestie boo

Sirius “The Whore” Black: why are my bedsheets gone

You snorted, clicking on the banner to respond. But before you could type, a few more messages popped up.

Sirius “The Whore” Black: they’re in the fucking washer

Sirius “The Whore” Black: why are they in the washer

You: Because I put them there??

Sirius “The Whore” Black: oh

Sirius “The Whore” Black: oh my god

Sirius “The Whore” Black: YOU HAD SRED

Sirius “The Whore” Black: SEC

You: Take your time

Sirius “The Whore” Black: fuck off

Sirius “The Whore” Black: copulation

You: there you go

Sirius “The Whore” Black: ON MY BED

Sirius “The Whore” Black: so I got cockblocked because of you

Sirius “The Whore” Black: Now Remus thinks I'm a disgusting slob who doesn't even have bedsheets

Sirius “The Whore” Black: I had it so perfectly made too

You: I can say with full confidence that your chances are not ruined

You: Besides

You: Would you rather I had just left the dirty sheets there?

Sirius “The Whore” Black: god no

Sirius “The Whore” Black: but I'm never using those sheets again anyways

Sirius “The Whore” Black: I'm burning the entire bed

Sirius “The Whore” Black: And you will be purchasing me a new set since you're soooo considerate

Your head kicks back in a cackle.

"What's so funny?" Came James' voice from the shower.

You scroll up so that you can show James the conversation. When you push the phone past the shower curtain, the words James reads aloud are not the ones you'd read.

"Sirius "The Whore" Black sent you an ApplePay request - €300."

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irisvault · 2 months

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◜ 🌨️ ◞ snow angel ↪︎ james potter

james potter x gn!reader. fluffy oneshot. lowercase intended. established relationship. || 0.5k words

summary ; you’ve always hated the cold, but james’ snowball fights make the winter something to look forward to.

waking up across from the blazing common room fire had become a norm for you over the past few weeks; the chill of the biting winter air had stolen hours of sleep from you already, and so bringing a blanket and a pillow down to the common room each night was a quick, non-magical fix.

this morning was no different, except from the huge pile of snow on your lap. what? as you wake yourself up, yawning loudly and scrubbing roughly at the sleep in your eyes, you couldn’t help but notice a certain someone standing over your waking form with an all-too-telling grin on his face.

james.

as you stand up and shake the snow off of your blanket with an unamused grumble, you could hear his poorly stifled snickers. you look over to him, an irritated look plastered onto your face.

“what?” he smiles innocently, cocking his head, his stupid, stupid curls flopping over his head.

“don’t act like you don’t know, potter,” you reply grouchily, throwing some of the remaining snow at his smug face.

james yelps, running to the dorm’s entrance to get away from your fierce attack, but his stuck-up attitude remains untouched, “don’t know what?” he giggles to himself, trying to suppress his widening grin.

you shoot him an unimpressed look, before your sour expression morphs into one of mischief. you hear him mutter an, oh no, before you scoop a great heap of snow into your freezing, snow covered hands, and mould it into something resembling a sphere. you hastily throw on your slippers and chase him out the common room.

you and james laugh yourselves breathless until you reach the courtyard outside. still in stitches, you throw the snowball at james, hitting him square in the chest.

“come here you—!” he shouts, chasing after you with his own snowball.

you shriek, running away from him, but still getting hit anyways. really, what did you expect from the quidditch captain?

you two fight like this back and forth, but eventually the exhaustion catches up to you both, and you collapse tiredly onto the snow beneath your feet, huffing and panting.

“snow angels?” james grins, creating his impression in the snow.

you smile widely at the suggestion, soon following suit.

“look,” he begins, beaming, “we’re angels.” he draws a small heart between the snow angels, and writes a J into the heart. he gestures for you to write your own initial in the snow, and of course you do, unable to resist his sentimentality.

he looks over at you, his face glowing pink from the cold, his breath visible in the air. “you’re my snow angel,” he professed.

your cheeks turn a similar shade, but from the profuse blush spreading across your face. “james..” you begin, your heart melting to goo, juxtaposing beautifully with the cold, winter air.

he shushes you gently, and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, but before you could return the favour, you’re pelted with yet another snowball, though not from james this time, rather a grumpy, tired, sirius.

“get a room!”

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moonys-wrld · 4 months

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Bedtime Stories

Fandom: Marauders

Pairing: James Potter x gn!Gryffindor!Reader

genre/trope: friends-ish to lovers, mostly mutual pining

Warnings/Tags: no major warnings. pure fluff, all comfort. mentions of reader having soft hands.

Summary: you and James have been crushing on each other for some time. after reading together at the end of a long week, you fall asleep cuddling in bed.

After a week of tests and studying you are just about ready to collapse into bed and sleep forever. Thankfully it's Friday and you can sleep in tomorrow if you so choose.

You lie in bed, waiting for sleep to overtake you, but it never comes. You're too anxious about the test results, which don't come until Monday evening, so you decide to go down to the common room to read by the fire until you're able to sleep.

You walk downstairs into the warm and cozy environment that is the Gryffindor common room and James Potter instantly catches your eye. He's sitting on the couch closest to the fireplace, staring into the flames. You notice a faraway look in his eyes and decide to carefully approach him.

Silently, as to not disturb the comfortable peace of the room, you sit next to him. The feeling of the couch shifting under you jolts him back to reality and he quickly looks over to you.

You smile at him as a greeting before asking, "Why are you awake so late, James? are you okay?" It comes out in a soft whisper.

He glances over at you; his expression softens at the sight of you. "Just couldn't sleep," he replies, rubbing his eyes. He looks exhausted, dark rings are under his eyes, and his hair is disheveled. He's not his cheerful, bouncy self. "Wasn't expecting to see you here though, you having trouble sleeping too?"

"Yeah, came out to find a book to read to fill the time. got any recommendations?" you ask looking at him with soft eyes and a sleepy smile. You can't help but think about how pretty he looks, messy curls and all.

He smiles at you, a hint of warmth in his eyes. There's something about James when he's tired that makes him... cuter? you've always thought he was the cutest boy in Gryffindor, but now, here in the common room, next to the fire, it just feels so much more intimate.

"Uh..." he pauses, his forehead creasing in thought. "I maybe know a book you could read. An adventure novel with a bit of romance, action, and mystery. I've been meaning to read it as well, Remus recommended it."

"Will you read it to me then?" you asks him softly, you can feel your face heating up just being this close to him. If anyone asks, you'd blame it on the fire.

His face heats up as well, tinging his handsome features with a pinky-red hue. How could he say no to you? He's already falling for you, and he's so obvious about his feelings that all of his friends know, as do yours, and probably all of Gryffindor as well. The only one who doesn't know, is you.

With a sheepish smile and soft eyes, he nods in agreement. "Sure, I can do that. The book is in my dorm." He stands up from the couch, extending a hand to help you up.

You take his offered hand and continue holding onto it while walking to his dorm. Looking down to hide the smile you just can't seem to get rid of, you lean slightly closer to whisper, "Are you sure we won't wake the boys up? I don't wish to get on their bad side."

His soft eyes are amused by the concern you show for his friends, as well as the shy smile on your face. He can't help but find you cute.

"No, they won't wake up, they're deep asleep. I promise." He smiles, your hand in his feels so precious. Your hands are soft, and delicate inside his rough, calloused, Quidditch playing ones. His smile grows, and you have to stop yourself from swooning even more.

You reach his dorm room. "Ready to read?"

"You mean listen to you read? of course!" you say softly with a laugh and a hint of excitement. Finally looking up at him after staring at the floor the whole walk, you notice he's looking directly at you causing your face to heat you more, you're practically on fire as he opens the door to his shared dorm with the other 3/4th of the marauders.

"Heh, you're right," he chuckles. "I'm an amazing reader, so you'll definitely enjoy it," he says with a cocky tone. With that, he pulls the curtain around his bed out of the way for you. He's not quite sure why he's so nervous, I mean you're just reading, right? This doesn't for sure mean you like him back, right?

He finds a copy of the book he was referring to on Remus' bedside table and smiles at you. "Ready to start, then?"

You smile up at him before practically throwing yourself onto his bed and pulling him down with you. "Okay, now read to me pretty boy," you whisper, trying not to wake the other boys.

Your unexpected compliment catches him off guard, but he's not about to complain. The position you've put yourselves in is perfect for him as well. His arns wrap around you, one arm around your back and the other holding the book, as you lay on top of him, pressing yourself against his chest, all with the curtains closed to not wake anyone. The feeling of being so physically close to each other is almost too good to be true.

"Alright," he replies softly, and opens the book to chapter one. "Are you comfortable?"

Laying on his chest, you can hear his rapid heartbeat but choose to ignore it and how it causes your own speed up as well. "Yeah, I'm super comfortable Jamie."

The nickname makes his heart soar. He's tempted to just toss the book and wrap his arms around you and pull you closer. You are everything he's ever dreamed of in a partner, and now, well... here you are.

"Then I can begin?" he asks softly, and glances at you as if he's expecting your permission.

"of course. please start," you reply softly, pulling a blanket around the both of you for some more warmth.

He smiles, looking down at you before staring. "Alright," he says softly and starts reading the book from the beginning. His voice is gentle and soothing, a hint of intimacy in the way he speaks. And while he's reading, he can't help but feel and think about how natural your body feels pressed against him. He wants you to be comfortable, but he also wants you to be closer.

You start feeling sleepy listening to his voice, the soothing and gentleness of his voice has you falling asleep after only 5 minutes of him reading. Subconsciously, you pull yourself further into his embrace in your sleep, wrapping yourself around him more.

James notices your movements and the way you're burying yourself into him. It's something he enjoys deeply. You're pressed against him, the warmth of your body seeping into his skin. And as your sleep grows deeper, your breathing becomes slower and more even. A smile spreads across his face as he realizes you've fallen asleep. It's so... domestic.

He wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer, and continues reading, keeping his voice soft. It was cute how you would nuzzle closer to him while sleeping.

After 30 minutes when he knows you're good and asleep, James stops reading and decides to go to sleep as well, but not before double-checking that you're comfortable. The two of you sleep peacefully like this for a few hours before morning eventually arrives.

By the time you wake up the next morning, the sun is shining through the windows and seeping into the curtains around the bed. Not wanting to wake James, you don't move around too much other than to reposition yourself slightly so that you can look up at his face, smiling at the peaceful look upon it.

You're content in his arms, and with the warmth of your bodies pressed together, the early morning rays of sunlight, and the look of innocence on his face, it all gives you such a peaceful feeling.

You're not entirely sure you want to wake him. You could stay like this for a while, his arms surrounding you, his face so close to yours. You've never felt so safe and at peace before.

Smiling up at him, you feel him shift under you, stirring awake. once his eyes open, your smile widens before saying "Good morning, Jamsie."

He finds himself looking at you, a beautiful person laying in his arms and smiling at him. His heart skips a beat.

"Morning," he replies softly. You know, you're the first one to ever call him "Jamsie", and he kind of likes it. He smiles at you, stroking a gentle strand of hair off of your face.

"Can we stay like this forever?" you ask laying your head back down on him, "you're quite warm and comfy," you add with a small giggle.

A soft chuckle escapes him at your words, a hint of amusement and adoration tinging his voice. He was aware of how warm and comfortable you thought he was, he felt the same way.

"Yeah," he replies softly, "I'm fine with that." He soothingly strokes his fingers softly down your shoulders and back while looking down at your face. He was in heaven right now, and he'd never wanted anything more in life than to remain here with you forever.

~ The end! I might do a pt. 2 where the rest of the marauders wake up and find them cuddling but im not sure yet.

ALSO this is my first ever fic posted and english isn't my first language so feedback is welcomed and appreciated!!

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