#* ♡ — jamie ╱ interactions .

[untilthcyrot]

TEXT MESSAGES. | [ 📱 — sms ] do you want me to pick up food? (for Jamie!) asked by @purrgatorial

( sms: dae ) that would actually be really great of you, thanks :) ( sms: dae ) what are you in the mood for?

[sheshkastudios]

Character line up for the main friend group in my little story I made in my head🤯

Anatomy trash as always, cry about it 😊

look at the silliesssss

It looks somewhat better irl, camera quality is killing me 😔😔

PLEEEAAASSSEEEE ask me about them. Pleassee i love my ocs so much and it would mean so much to me if you could ask me a question about me, tell me ur assumptions/headcanons about them, make fanart of them or even just simply reblogging this would make me very happy. Thank you :))

[bubbl3corn]

—no te lo volveré a preguntar, ¿por qué me estás siguiendo? —inquirió la australiana, sin pizca de humor en su voz. sabía que algo no iba bien, de un día para otro todo había cambiado y resultaba confuso. sus conocidos, sus contactos, nadie la reconocía. para colmo, se había percatado de que aquel tipo la seguía y, sin pensarlo demasiado, le tendió una emboscada. lo tenía atado en una silla, sin amordazar. una vez obtuviera la información que quería, le dejaría marchar. // @segravedad

[cxnnonball]

▶ @wxrst

his eyes shifted from the cart to jamie, teeth biting slightly on his bottom lip. “so, i mean, i know we planned to actually make dinner every night and like a real dinner-” his eyes moved once again, scanning the aisle before going back. “but what if we ordered food just one last time...” he paused “or-” head tilting ever so slightly as his brows raised, “we made brownie sundaes for dinner?” 

[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae!! I would love to read more about the dynamic between poly!marauders and reader. Like maybe some domestic fluff just showing the interaction between the boys and with reader. I love the way you write true poly with the boys together too 🥹🤍

Hi lovely, thanks for requesting!

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

“Shit!” Sirius hisses, another piece of popcorn splintering off his string. It’s nearly all cranberries at this point, and half the length of either yours or Remus’. “How are yours not breaking?”

“Patience,” Remus preaches, eyes on his needle as he slides it smoothly through yet another popcorn kernel. 

“Sounds made up,” James scoffs. The remains of his own popcorn are littered about his lap and his fingers are stained pink with cranberry juice. His problems lie in inaccuracy as much as impatience, constantly getting ahead of himself and pricking his fingers rather than his target. Fortunately, Rugby Captain James Potter is no stranger to pain, so he only extends the injured finger towards where you sit on the floor for you to kiss each time before resuming his work. 

“Completely agree.” Sirius is quick to hop on James’ half-constructed bandwagon. “They’re conspiring against us, keeping the real secrets of success to themselves.” 

“They’re focussing on their work,” you say, grinning when Sirius’ foot nudges your shoulder meanly, “which is how they keep from messing up.” 

“Cruel,” he murmurs, but you only hum, a wordless You know I’m right. And he does, because he goes quiet. 

James could never stand silence. “It’s almost cold enough for a fire,” he remarks after nearly five seconds of it. “Maybe we could have one tomorrow?” 

“You just want to chop firewood,” Remus accuses. 

“I don’t mind,” you say quietly, looking down at your hands, and Sirius nods emphatically. Another piece of popcorn shatters in his hands, bits of it hitting your shoulder.

“Yeah, don’t deter him.” 

“I don’t even get to chop it anymore since you started buying it at Tesco,” James complains, shooting Remus a resentful look. “Now I just want to watch fire. It’s the last caveman’s pleasure you’ve left me.” 

You glance over, and Remus is looking downward, trying and failing to quell his smile. “Fine,” he relents. “We can pick some up tomorrow and have a fire.”

“Yes!” James leans around Sirius, planting a smacking kiss on Remus’ cheek. “Thank you.” 

“S’no problem.” Remus has gone all soft and blushy. You and Sirius exchange a fond, knowing look. 

“Hey, do you think we could pick up some of those gingerbread house kits while we’re there?” you ask the room. “We didn’t get a chance to do those last year.” 

“Patience,” Remus reminds you, recovering. “It’s hardly the end of November, we’ve got a whole month for that.” 

Your mouth pulls dissatisfiedly. “Yeah, but last year we thought the same thing and then we ran out of time.” 

“You know what we should do?” James perks up. “Have a competition! Whoever makes the best gingerbread house in under an hour gets—”

“No,” you all say on top of each other. 

You shake your head. “It’ll take all the fun out of it, Jamie.”

“You can’t put a time limit on creativity,” Sirius agrees. “Hey, I got three in a row!” He beams, holding his garland up for Remus’ approval, and the other boy appraises it for a second, nodding sagely. 

“Well done.” 

“Sorry,” you tell James, who’s still pouting after the hasty shut-down of his idea. “We can race at something else if you want to, but that sort of stuff is supposed to be more…”

“Peaceful,” Remus supplies, and you nod relievedly. 

“Exactly.” 

“S��fine,” James sulks. He sticks his needle through a cranberry, a pitiful whine escaping him when it comes out the other side harsher than he’d expected. He extends his hand toward you palm up, and you take it, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his finger. “Mm, now here.” He leans down, tapping the corner of his mouth. You smile, pecking him sweetly on the lips. He tastes like the peppermint chapstick he uses this time of year, which you love and Sirius abhors (he thinks all mint tastes like toothpaste). “Alright,” James says, lips curving against yours, “now it’s actually fine.” 

“Scoundrel,” Sirius accuses. “My poor darling, do you feel used?” 

“Not terribly,” you admit, but it’s no deterrence to Sirius, who reaches down to haul you into his lap. Your garland trails after you, overlapping with his. You settle in contentedly. 

“Who’s the scoundrel now,” James objects. “You can’t just move her about like she’s got no will of her own.” 

You’re perfectly happy to be wherever they want you, but you aren’t going to say that. “Does anyone fancy a hot chocolate? I just got those peppermint marshmallows.” 

Sirius makes a face. “No thanks. James, make the girl a hot chocolate.” 

“Why me?” James objects. 

“I’ll have one too,” Remus says. 

“It’s her idea, why doesn’t she make them?”

“Because she,” Sirius says, weaving his arms under yours to resume stringing up his garland in front of you, “is occupied. Go on.” 

James grumbles, but sets down his work. 

“Sorry,” you say, making your eyes extra big. It’s half sincere apology, half completely unapologetic beguilement, and James cracks quickly, kissing your cheek to show he’s not really upset. Then he kisses Sirius too, just for fun. 

“I wanted a hot chocolate anyway,” he says, heading into the kitchen. 

You fall into an easy silence as he works, the kettle gurgling in the background while you relax against Sirius’ chest, nearly finished with your garland. You wonder if you should offer to do his for him, even though you know the other two will definitely make fun of you for letting him off the hook. You think you will anyway. 

“Oh!” Sirius straightens, causing you to shift against him uncomfortably. He ignores the slighted look you send him, bringing a hand to your shoulder to hold you more securely against him. You’re easily pacified. “If you want to have a competition, you and y/n should have a race for who can wrap the most presents.” He looks at you. “You’re always saying you love wrapping, yeah sweetheart?” 

The endearment only slightly softens the look you’re giving him. Must everyone try to ruin your holiday rituals with racing and competitions? You know he’s only brought it up out of selfishness, too; Sirius hates wrapping gifts, and this is just another way for him to push the labor off on James and you. 

James, unfortunately, lights brighter than the tree you’d set up earlier that day. “Yeah!” He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet. Remus eyes the boiling water he’s pouring out at the same time warily. “What do you say, lovie? Maybe a couple of days before Christmas we can divvy up the presents that aren’t for us, then we just see who finishes first!” 

“Didn’t you already lose that competition the other night?” Remus quips. Sirius erupts in laughter behind you, but James only shoots him a hostile look (or his version of a hostile look, more of a squint than anything) before his eyes flit back to you hopefully. 

You roll your eyes, but this is one competition you think you might actually win. “Fine,” you say, smiling when he pumps his fist. “But I don’t think you know what you’re getting into, Potter. My gift wrapping skills are legendary.” 

“Oh, my love,” James croons, grinning as he carries in two mugs of hot chocolate. “My sweet, naive girl.” He passes one to Remus and the other to you, dropping a kiss on your temple. “I won’t go easy on you this time.”

[kosmolikestotalk]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄!! ♡

ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ!! sᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʙᴇ ᴡᴇʀɪᴅ!!

I’m Kosmo! (yes with a K) Nice to meet you(•̀���•́)و

• Im an artist and writer! I plan to write blogs and draw alllll the things I love!! •

𝗕𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘀♡´･ᴗ･`♡

𝐁𝐅𝐘: • Im a 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 autistic individual! So obviously if your anti that then DNI (no hard feelings!) I hope to officially diagnosed one day!

• I also interact with stuff that could be known as “𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜“ such as Happy Sugar Life/Nekopara (and stuff of that sort) if topics like that make you uncomfortable I totally understand!(though I might not talk abt them too often as this blog is “mostly” SFW probably just a bit suggestive stuff but not pure NSFW

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄!!

when Im not yapping about life-related stuff I love making AU’s and Ocs! So I would like to share some of those too! I’ve been into vocaloid for about uhh maybe 4-5 years now? (who's counting?¯\_(ツ)_/¯) Drawing Miku-Chan and the others are one or my favorite things to do so they’ll probably be here lots! I really struggle with opening up about the things I like so im kind of gonna use this as a way I can (hopefully) get more comfortable doing that! I’m a biggg shipper! I love to ship characters together especially rarepairs! (usually wlw but sometimes i do wlm or mlm) My biggest ships are(in no order)

Kingdris(7ds) King x Zeldris

Melibeth(7ds) Elizabeth x Meliodas

Hananene(tbhk) Hanako x Nene

Sonadow)Sonic) Sonic x Shadow

Rinku)Vocaloid) Miku x Rin

Mafumizu)Pjsk) Mizuki x Mafuyu

Homado Madoka x Homura

Fuwarissa)Vtuber) Nerrisa x Fuwawa

Farcille(Dungeon Meshi) Falin x Marcille

if you enjoy any of these I’d love to chat!! Though I really struggled at making and keeping friends ill do my best to stay active and chatty!

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒!!!

𝗛𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀: Figure collecting, Drawing, Writing, Scrapbooking, listening to music

𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰: Deco*27, PinocchioP, Maretu, Chappell Roan, Sabrina Carpenter, Kendrick Lamar, Jamie Paige, More More Jump, Ado, Phantom Siita

𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘄𝘀: 7 Deadly Sins, Frieren, Delicious in Dungeon, Happy Sugar Life, Wonder egg priority, Is The Order a Rabbit?, Violet Evergreen, Toilet bound Hanako Kun

𝗠𝗶𝘀𝗰: Sonic, Vtubers, Fuwamoco, Danny Gonzales Hololive, Maids(just in general i love their aesthetic), Cute girls, NIKKE, project sekai, Zenless Zone Zero, Milgram

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: Hatsune Miku, Fuwawa, Haruka Kiritani, Ellen Joe, Zeldris, Fuuta Kajiyama, Frieren, Elizabeth, Falin, Marcille, Fern, Mahiru/Mappi Shiina(milgram)

likewise moot me if you like any of these!!!

𝐃𝐍𝐈: Judgmental People(this is a safespace! so any hate speech of any kind is not allowed!) Homophobic, Transphobic, Xenophobic, etc,

if any of those are you respectfully just hit the block button!

[tech-kisserr]

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i’m james/martin, and this is my self-indulgent yumeship blog! my main, where i post non yume stuff, is @give-liife!

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f/o list!

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dni/byf

• proshippers absolutely dni, this space is NOT for you and you will be blocked

• you can interact if you’re 18+ but i’d prefer if you didn’t dm as i’m a minor!

• anti-therian/otherkin

• typical dni

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bmf

• fans of the same media as me

• other dialtown selfshippers!! you’re all so cool!!!

• and other selfshippers in general, i have very few friends in the community </3

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#brought to you by outside forces [art, writing, etc that i got from somebody else]

#jamie reblogs

#🪰 ~ buzzing [reblogs from/talking to @/themostsanebug]

#🐾 ~ barking [reblogs from/talking to @/lovesick-ships or his main]

[lazyasfuxk]

♡ jamie (they/them)

♡ 21 yrs

♡ ed, autistic, addict

♡ active/interactive

♡'s kuromi, music, art, fashion, sleep

love my moots more than myself<33

[softdandelionkisses]

*•.¸♡ about me ♡¸.•*

♡ hi, i'm jamie! i've got adhd so if you've come here looking for a neat and organized blog then i regret to inform you that you've come to the wrong place 😅

♡ minors, cis men, terfs, racists, homophobes, zionists, and all other nasty people do not interact with my blog please and thank you

♡ follows are from my main blog @hauntedvegetarian

♡ have a nice day <3

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[softestrosepetal]

*•.¸♡ about me ♡¸.•*

♡ hi, i'm jamie! i've got adhd so if you've come here looking for a neat and organized blog then i regret to inform you that you've come to the wrong place 😅

♡ minors, cis men, terfs, racists, homophobes, zionists, and all other nasty people do not interact with my blog please and thank you

♡follows are from my main blog @hauntedvegetarian

♡have a nice day <3

*•.¸♡ fin ♡¸.•*

[hauntedvegetarian]

*•.¸♡ about me ♡¸.•*

♡ hi, i'm jamie! i've got adhd so if you've come here looking for a neat and organized blog then i regret to inform you that you've come to the wrong place 😅

♡ minors, cis men, terfs, racists, homophobes, zionists, and all other nasty people do not interact with my blog please and thank you

♡ i do reblog creepy/horror things sometimes so be aware of that

♡ my sideblog is @softestrosepetal and @softdandelionkisses (<- most active on this one)

♡ have a nice day <3

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[bubbl3corn]

JAMIE "JJ" JONES / marvel* oc open muse & multiverse / bio & tag dump!

barnes legacy.

hacker

one of the lasts black widows.

*ooc note: está basada en una mezcla del mcu, cómics y fics que he leído. cualquier duda estoy en ims.

* ♡ — jamie ╱ interactions .

* ♡ — jamie ╱ reflection .

* ♡ — jamie ╱ inside .

* ♡ — jamie ╱ mobile .

* ♡ — jamie ╱ answered .

[afemmewrites]

*•.¸♡ about me ♡¸.•*

♡ hi, i'm jamie! i've got adhd so if you've come here looking for a neat and organized blog then i regret to inform you that you've come to the wrong place 😅

♡ minors, cis men, terfs, racists, homophobes, zionists, and all other nasty people do not interact with my blog please and thank you

♡ follows are from my main blog @hauntedvegetarian

♡ have a nice day <3

*•.¸♡ fin ♡¸.•*

[miiirrorbcll]

@frxncaise from jamie watson’s starter call ! 

“this is really unfair of me to ask,” jamie closed his eyes with a sigh, leaning his back against the bar. he hated to do this, to rope a random stranger into one of his and charlotte’s investigation schemes, but he needed a reason for their suspect to back off. she was purposely trying to get him alone, and without this stranger next to him, he couldn’t come up with a reason not too. “but will you be my fake girlfriend? just for the night, i promise.” 

[jadedviews]

“ WOW ... what a jerk. “ jamie murmurs, chestnut brows knitting together as she observes the party straggler stumbling away after getting rejected, mumbling an insult beneath his drunk breath. eyes are cautious for a moment before eventually turning to face the other. “ you want me to punch him in the face? ” confrontation was something the soccer player was AWFUL at, but still, her words are followed by a mischievous grin.  // @rosyviews​​ 🗣

[angelst4re]

reader gets insecure after receiving a lot of hate from fans but jamie being the good boyfriend he is, is there to comfort her

this is so cute :) jamie would be the best boyfriend ever.

Flawless- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

୨♡୧ warnings: none? kinda hints to the reader having depression

୨♡୧ note: this was so fun to write :)

When starting a relationship with Jamie, you knew you would receive hate. Being the girlfriend of an actor and musician was difficult enough, but now he’s gathered even more fans, leaving you with even more threats. 

You tried to ignore them, which worked quite well at first, but knowing that they were still there, that there were new messages and comments everyday with no sign of stopping, did take a toll on your mental health. 

You stopped posting all together after a while, and debated whether to delete all your social media accounts- you didn’t want to as it’s how you interacted with old friends and family, but you knew it would be for the best. 

During this time, you felt very lonely. Sure, you had Jamie, but you didn’t want to tell him about what his fans had been saying about you, names they had called you, threats they had sent you. You knew that was what they wanted. 

However, Jamie did notice something was wrong. He knew you better than anyone in the world, it was quite clear to him that you weren’t really yourself anymore. He wanted to bring it up to you,  yet he was afraid he’d make you more upset, but he couldn’t just leave you to suffer by yourself. He had to do something. 

One night when he came home from a busy day full of meetings, you were already in bed- you had been all day, only moving when you really needed to. He stood at the bedroom door, frowned sympathetically and went back to the kitchen to grab some snacks he knew you liked. When he came back he set the snacks on the bed and began to get changed out of the suit he was wearing into something more comfortable. 

“How were the meetings?” You asked, sitting up and stretching your arms as if you had been asleep. Your hair was braided, but due to the movement in your sleep it had become quite messy. You had the remnants of yesterday's mascara around your eyes, which you had tried to wash off but gave up as it had taken too long. 

“Oh, the usual,” Jamie sighed, setting his belt on the drawers at the end of the bed, “I almost fell asleep- twice! Joe had to wake me up both times!” 

Jamie got into bed as you both continued talking about his day, the things that were discussed, the things that weren’t discussed, but then he finally felt like the time was right. You were lying on his chest, he had an arm around you in a protective manner as he took the ties from your messy hair, brushing his fingers through it delicately.

“Darling,” he started, “is everything okay? I’ve noticed these last few weeks you’ve been… you just… I don’t know how to say it, love.”

You look up at him, your eyes meeting. Yours were glossy with tears as his were deep with love, he cared about you more than you could imagine. 

You shook your head, scared you’d begin crying if you opened your mouth to speak. You buried your face back into his chest but his fingers found your chin, lifting it slightly to get you to look at him. 

“Baby, what’s wrong? Is it me? Have I-”

“No!” You interjected, you’d never for a moment blame this on him. “I’ve just… I haven’t been feeling too well, that’s all.”

“You can tell me, love.” He says, his fingers still running through your hair, “you can tell me anything, you know that?” 

“But it sounds so stupid!” 

“Sweetheart, if it’s making you feel like this, I’m sure it’s not stupid, okay? I won’t force you to say anything if you don’t want to but I think it’ll be best for you if you tell somebody.”

“I’ve deleted all my social medias,” you say, playing with the rings on his hand, “it just got too much, the hate that is, I tried to not look at any of the messages, the comments, but they wouldn’t stop. Everyday there would be more than the last. The things they would say would get worse, more personal.” You wanted to tell him more, but you had worked yourself up. You cried into his shoulder, his hand rubbing up and down your back comfortingly. 

“I understand, darling,” he whispers to you, “it gets easier over time- but it shouldn’t have to be like that, I know. But you are the kindest, most beautiful, loving soul I have ever met. They’re saying what they’re saying because they’re jealous of you, baby. And so they should be, even I am! I wish I had your strength, your perseverance, your bravery- this is how I knew something wasn’t right.” His hand now moved to your cheek, drying your tears with his thumb. “Look,” he hands you the snacks he brought up with him, “why don’t we put on a movie, eat some snacks and maybe have a bath later? How does that sound?”