#Amos and evan

[drunktayloratthevmas]

Fame aau rosekiller exes (unrequited love) happy relationship

Its 11pm and i was going to sleep But this idea came to mind and idk why I feel the need to share so yeah

Barty is a famous singer (think the neighbourdhood But also frank ocean and ldr) and evan is a famous model and a actor (think suki waterhouse a little bit) and they meet one day at an after party of a runway show of evan (barty was there because regulus was also modelling and he is a good friend) and they feel in love that second on that night and they keep talking and flirting and seeing each other for a while

Barty and evan dated for 2 and a half years and they were THE couple and everyone loved them, barty would make or Talk things Related to evan on his concerts and even has a song for him and how they meet and Everything on one of his albums (think margaret by lana del rey mixed with envy the leaves by madison beer) and evan would make lives and lit talk about barty for like 3 hours straight and people would think its the cutest ever

Idk But I think they break up But not because evan got bored or didnt feel loved or they had problems or fights, no, he just break yo with barty cause yeah and move on cause he has the mindseat of "if I did this I dont know why would I Regret it, I Wouldnt have done it if so" so he did that and pack his things But left barty a scrapbool with All of their photos since they meet and a camera wich barty gifted to him For his birthday

Barty never got with evan did it even tho evaned to him why, he was heartbroken and cried for a whole month on regulus' guest room cause his shared room with evan on their apartment had too many memories, he wrote songs for evan after the break up But most of them he never realesed them, he didnt realized when he was begging evan not to Leave him he would Never get over evan

Their fans and everyone was heartbroken too even tho they didnt know the reason of the break up, evan after 5 months of the break up he meet Amos and really liked him so they went on dates and try to date and actually did make each other very happy, people were horrible to the, evan because of how he could be with someone else in such a little time (bitch get over it... You Are Annoying shut up) and to Amos just because everyone loved barty and evan together so the New partner always gets shit on the for no reason other than "your partner looked better with this person" and i think barty would had collab of had been friends with Amos and like had post higlights or put music out with him and when the relationship went public he deleted those for a few days then put ir back on like nothing happened (he was having a mental break down my bbg was NOT okay) and well of people ate that whole ass drama UPPP like I would have too

And i think Amos and evan would still be dating and people Are a lot more suportive of them and liked them a lot more than before and barty would go to a random podcast channel to promote his music and that But they asked a question of "after your break yo with evan you haven't been with anyone else even tho he didnt even need 5 months to do so, why is that?" and yeah ve got annoyed a little at that But he told the truth "im super happy for Amos and evan actually I think they make a great couple and they looks like the love each other and will take care of each other, I will never forget what I say to evan that night things ended, I said it that night, I will say it now and i will say it again “evan rosier I loved you for many years, I love you now and i dont think I will ever not love you... just so you know” and yes i loved evan then, now and i will always love him"

So yyeah girl now its 12:18 / 00:18 and i should go to sleep But I will not I know myself saddly

[lover-of-mine]

For @thegeekcompanion

Feliz Aniversario bb 💜💜💜💜

[oh-phoenixx]

"Quidditch Pitch" - Jegulus microfic @into-the-jeggyverse - 492 words

@abductedhiko

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Regulus got into his ‘game mentality’ with ease, casting aside all of his emotions and personal relationships. This is how he had managed to never lash out, always keep his head, and be the best player on his team, if not in the whole school. He made captain at fourteen because of his ability to keep his personal life separate from the game, even when he played against his brother and boyfriend.

James never really understood how to do this, which Regulus liked to use to his advantage. One teasing smirk, throwing up his arms so that his Quidditch sweater would ride up just enough to expose his lower stomach, and James was thrown off his game entirely. James had attempted to copy this tactic multiple times, though it’d never worked.

At 11am on Saturday, Gryffindor and Slytherin were to play each other for the house cup. While he was nervous, Regulus was sure that they could win. He breathed deeply, before trying to encourage his team, who were all quite arrogant and were not at all doubting their capability anyway. He wished they would, just a little bit, so their egos wouldn’t get in the way as they tended to. Evan smirked at him, silently mocking him for his anxiety. 

His anxiety, it turned out, was fair. James Potter was wearing…a crop-top? How was he not freezing? Why was Regulus suddenly incapable of walking? Urged forward by a light shove from Evan, Regulus headed to the middle of the quidditch pitch, his team at his heels. James was grinning, as though this had all been some genius plan. Regulus would not admit that it was true, that he was currently having to force his eyes not to trail down to the silver glint of his boyfriend’s belly button piercing. 

“Potter,” Regulus gritted out.

“Reggie,” James said, voice so soft that Regulus thought he might melt. 

Sirius, right beside James, seemed somewhat conflicted. He looked as though he was debating whether to mock Regulus or to throw up on the spot. 

Regulus had never been so distracted before. He had never been affected by his brother’s overly-harsh taunts, he had never been affected by James’s foolish attempts to charm him. But this? Oh, this was just cruel.

Gryffindor won, though it was close. In fact, Slytherin had been winning by forty points before Bones caught the snitch, as everyone, except their seeker, had been playing perfectly. The team was angry with Regulus, everyone wanting to confront him about how poorly he had played, how the snitch had literally passed him multiple times. Regulus couldn’t bring himself to care. The moment the match was over, he had led James back to his dorm with a warning in Evan’s direction that he and Barty would not be welcome in the room for the next few hours.

Regulus really did like his boyfriend’s crop-top. Though, it turned out, he liked taking it off even more.

[quintessenceofdust88]

Wip Wednesday

I was tagged by @bidisasterevankinard and @typicalopposite for this one (thank you my loves!). I have gotten quite a few things that I'm writing, and y'all had me motivated for new things with your asks, so thank you sooo much for that! ♥ But for this one I'm going with my priest!Tommy AU, so here's the first scene complete. If some stuff looks familiar it's bc I posted snippets a few days ago!

Buck loves LA, but he hates days like this one, where it feels like the whole city is a greenhouse. The heat is sticky and humid, clinging to his skin and making him sweat in his uniform. All he wants is a cold shower and a minute to breathe. And, okay, maybe a cold beer wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Instead, he’s crammed in the back of the 118 fire engine, heading to San Pedro for one more call. And Buck loves his job, he does, but they’ve been on back-to-back calls for the last three hours. 

“Christ, I feel like I’m gonna melt” He whines, and Eddie smirks at him from the front seat (he had won rock paper scissors fair and square, the bastard), pushing his sunglasses up his nose. His Texas-raised ass does just fine with this horrible weather, and Buck hates him for it. 

“Yeah? Better start working hard to go to heaven then, cause you would not survive the eternal flames” He quips. Buck crosses his arms, too stubborn to let himself be influenced by the collective chuckle.

“I already work hard to go to heaven, don’t I? Saving lives and stuff” He says with a shrug, absolutely not pouting, thank you very much.. 

“I don’t know, Buckaroo.” Chim says, a playful smirk on his face. “When was the last time you set foot in a church? That’s supposed to be a big deal for the guy upstairs”

“Well, if that’s the dealbreaker, we’re all screwed” Hen says dryly, even though she doesn’t look particularly concerned. “Except for Cap, of course.”

Bobby chuckles from the driver’s seat, taking a turn to the right and stopping the truck. 

“Well, here’s your chance to make up for it” He says, and Buck comes down from the engine to find out they pulled up to a small stone-walled church. 

The doors are open, and most people are outside or at the very back of the church, chatting agitatedly, their eyes widened as most people when they find themselves witnesses to a 911-level emergency. It’s a sizable crowd, he thinks, considering it’s a Wednesday afternoon (which, as far as his Episcopalian-raised knowledge goes, is not a church day). 

As they rush up the church’s steps, he notices half of the crowd are the usual elderly ladies, but half of it are people around their 20s and 30s, and a few teens, which surprises Buck. They’re all whispering fiercely to each other and keep stealing glances inside the church. One of the ladies approaches them, relief clear in her eyes. 

“Oh, thank God you got here so fast!” She says, wringing her hands together. “It’s Mrs. Bellini, you see, she has low blood pressure, and this weather…”

“Ma’am” Bobby cuts her off as gently as possible. “Were you the one who called 911?”

“No, it was father Kinard.” She clarifies, leading them inside. “He’s already tended to her forehead, but he didn’t want to risk moving her until you arrived to check her situation.”

The church is relatively small, but the ceiling is high, and their footsteps echo against the walls. It’s a lot cooler inside, and Buck lets out an involuntary sigh of relief as they get out of the intense sunlight.

The woman leads them to one of the front pews, where they find another lady who’s sitting down, looking pale and sheepish. There's a white gaze pressed against her forehead, and a small red stain seems to have formed against it. Sitting by her side is a man dressed in white robes, a green-colored long scarf-looking thingy around his neck. 

He stands up when they approach, and Buck’s taken aback, because he’s ridiculously tall; a little taller than Buck, even, and that’s no easy feat. His features are sharp, a jawbone that could probably cut through glass, and he has a cleft on his chin (why did Buck notice that, he wonders? Is it weird to notice a priest has a cleft?). He’s looking at them with widened blue eyes that are filled with concern. 

“Father Kinard? I’m Captain Nash.” Bobby says, and the man nods sharply, his stance almost militarily. "Can you tell us what happened?" 

"He is exaggerating is what happened" The woman quips, her voice a little trembling, but her glare towards the priest is very firm. Father Kinard, however, doesn't seem intimidated. 

"Calling 911 after you passed out and hit your head is not exaggerating, Gloria, and you know that" He says gently, then puts a massive hand on her bony shoulder. "I'm your shepherd, I have to make sure my sheep are doing alright, don't I?" 

Buck smiles a little at that; it shouldn’t sound that endearing, but it does, and even the lady seems convinced, because she shakes her head resignedly, and doesn’t protest when Chim takes her arm and wraps the pressure cuff around it. 

“She fell unconscious during service and hit her head on the pew.” Father Kinard elaborates, still looking at Mrs. Bellini worriedly. “I figured the heat brought her blood pressure down, so I asked everyone to step outside and called 911 immediately. I applied pressure to the wound and it seems to have stopped the bleeding. I made sure to keep her awake and she’s not showing any signs of confusion or dizziness.”

He knows it’s not polite to stare, but Buck can’t help himself. It’s not common for someone to give them this level of information with so much calmness when they arrive on a call. Usually they try to gather what little snippets they can through tears, yelling and fainting over the sight of blood. But father Kinard is collected and eloquent in what he says, and Buck's astounded. 

“And you're right, her blood pressure is a little low. The wound looks fine, though.” Chimney says, gently removing the gauze to inspect the cut. “Wow, looks like your priest cleaned this up real well, didn't he, Gloria? My job is already done for me.”

“Father Kinard is great whenever anyone gets hurt.” Gloria gushes, and the priest blushes under the attention, shrugging sheepishly.

“I had first aid training in the army.” He says, and when they all turn to him with widened eyes, he gives them a wry smirk. “Which was obviously before I joined the seminary.”

“Well, you were trained well, father.” Hen says approvingly, inspecting the wound herself and dabbing at it with a cotton swab covered in anti-septic. Gloria flinches a little, but sits still as Hen gets it cleaned and then places a band-aid over it. “This won't need stitches, it's very superficial. How are you feeling, Mrs. Bellini?”

“Oh, I'm perfectly alright now.” She says distractedly, her eyes turning back to her priest. “But I am so ashamed you had to stop service because of me, father! I'm very sorry! And for such a small thing too.”

“We’re lucky it was small, but it could have been bad. I wouldn’t risk it.” Father Kinard says patiently. “And don't worry about the service, Gloria, it was after Communion; we'd already done the greatest bits anyway.” He winks at her, a blinding smile on his face. 

Buck doesn’t get the joke, but apparently it’s funny, because both Eddie and Bobby chuckle at it. Chim is removing the cuff from Gloria’s arm and patting it jovially. 

“Well, looks like you’re all set, Mrs. Bellini.” He tells her. “If you experience any dizziness or headache, you should look for a hospital, but otherwise, you’re fine.” 

“And thank God for that!” Father Kinard adds with a smile that makes his eyes crinkle, squeezing Gloria’s shoulder with genuine affection. “And thank you, first responders, as well. Come, I’ll walk you out before giving Gloria a lift home.” He says, and then strides along them to the back of the church, the smile still lingering on his face.

Buck has a hard time reconciling this laughing priest to the buttoned-up, serious-faced ministers he knew in childhood, from the few times his parents made him attend church. This man is full of joy and confidence, Buck can tell right away, and he just thinks he’s so cool. 

“You quite literally have nothing to thank us for, Father.” Bobby adds warmly, smiling at Kinard. Buck knows his captain has a close relationship with church, and he seems completely comfortable striking up a conversation with the priest. “You had done half our job for us before we were here.”

He shrugs modestly once more, walking alongside Bobby, and Buck is irrationally envious of his boss for a second or two. They stop by the church’s entrance, and the man extends a hand to Bobby. 

“Thank you, captain…” He says, trailing off, and Bobby firmly shakes his hand, smiling warmly. 

“Nash. Captain Bobby Nash. Your blessing, father.” Bobby asks respectfully, and the priest makes a cross sign over his head. 

“God Bless you and your team, Captain Nash. May He keep you safe in your very necessary jobs.” He says warmly, and then turns to Hen. “And thank you, firefighter…”

Buck watches in increasing despair as her, Chim and Eddie introduce themselves to the priest, shaking his hand, and realizes that soon it’ll be his turn.

He thought the church was cooler than the outside, but all of a sudden he's feeling hot all over again. Should he ask for the man’s blessing? He didn’t offer it to the others, and they didn’t ask, but should he? Is he even allowed if he’s not a Catholic? Does he even want the man to touch his sweaty forehead? 

And then the priest looks at him with that crunchy smile, an inexplicable blush creeps up to his cheeks. Buck thanks God - yes, he’s fully aware of the irony, and he does not find it funny - that he can blame it on the heat and his heavy uniform (never mind that father Kinard's clothes also look heavy and he's still perfectly composed, but Buck definitely won't think about how he'd look all sweaty).

“Thank you, firefighter…” He says, trailing off and extending a hand, and it takes Buck a second to realize he's supposed to shake it and offer his name (not his phone number. Definitely not his phone number).

“Evan. Buckley. Buck!” He blurts out like a complete idiot, and wonders if it's wrong to wish for a five scale fire so they can rush out of there.

Father Kinard raises an eyebrow at him, a smirk on his curved lips. That's when Buck notices he's still shaking hands with the man, and he lets go clumsily. 

“My, that's a mouthful” Kinard says, and Buck almost blurts out that he has something else that's a mouthful before his eyes clock the white collar around the man's neck. 

As it is, he just snickers awkwardly and mutters a goodbye, his voice high-pitched and strained.

Buck's at the truck before anyone else, mentally preparing himself for being teased all through the shift they just started. 

His only saving grace is that, as much as he made a complete fool of himself in front of father Kinard, it's not a problem. Buck'll never have to see the man again, will he? So it's not like it matters.

Naturally, the priest shows up at the station the next day.

Np tagging @agentpeggycartering @unhingedangstaddict @fairytalegonewronga03 @laundryandtaxesworld @mmso-notlikethat and whoever else would like to do it!

[meelusinee]

SERIOUSLY, SIRIUS? | LITTLE LOAF

word count \ 1.0k | fluff and stuff | slash / implied wolfstar

in which the order of phoenix react to sirius reconciling with regulus (no r.b x reader in this part)

A LITTLE LOAF SERIES MASTERLIST

Remus sat at the small dining room table he had been crowded into by Sirius and James. 

It was loud at the beginning. Lily was pregnant with her baby Harry, and James was constantly fawning over her. Amos Diggory was loud like James, clinging onto anyone he could while he and James yelled back and forth. Frank was freaking out just as much as James was over Alice. Andromeda was arguing with her husband Ted about baby shower colors, the both of them being picked for the decorations.

Remus knew it felt bad. It felt worse that Sirius wasn’t loud with them. So he asked Sirius.

He regretted asking.

“Seriously Sirius?” James said incredulously, looking at Sirius with furrowed eyebrows. “Regulus? Really?”

“Yes, James. For the fifth time.” Sirius muttered under his breath. Sirius had stated that he met with Regulus, to the stunned silence of the room. Remus honestly felt sorry for him, if only for a moment. He wasn’t even sure why Sirius would want to meet with Regulus in the first place.

James seemed right. Regulus was a Death Eater, one of the most prolific. Sirius never even had a good relationship with him in the first place.

“Why? None of us knew about this beforehand,” Lily asked Sirius, though Remus didn’t see any anger in her voice. Just confusion.

He couldn’t say that for the rest of the group.

“He sent me a letter, to meet in this abandoned town. I didn’t tell anyone so nobody else would be put in danger, and I made sure I had no tracking things on me just in case.”

“But why would you meet with him?” Frank asked. “I thought that he was, like, a bad Death Eater.”

“He’s not good,” Andromeda muttered quietly to herself, nails tapping against the dining room table. “But he’s not bad. I always thought that he would fight back eventually.”

Sirius nodded, smiling softly. “Yeah.”

“I’m assuming he had a stressor, then?” Ted asked curiously. “He wouldn’t do anything unprompted.”

“Oh, yeah!” Sirius said, rummaging through his pocket before pulling out a necklace. “This!”

The room fell silent again as he pulled it out, blinking blankly at the necklace. “And what exactly is that?” Remus asked confusedly. 

“It’s, well,” he mumbled. “It’s Salazar Slytherin’s locket, firstly. But secondly, it’s a Horcrux!”

“A Horcrux?” Andromeda gasped, quickly grasping the necklace before investigating it. She turned it up, down, and ten ways sideways. Whatever a Horcrux was, it was obviously important.

“Not to sound stupid,” Amos murmured, raising his hand. “But what is a Horcrux?”

“It’s a way that people stay immortal, to put it simply.” Ted explained, waving his hand. “You kill something, it splits your soul, and you can revive yourself as long as the Horcrux is intact. As far as the universe knows, you’re still alive.”

“The question is for who?” Andromeda asked.

Sirius looked at the Horcrux grimly. “Voldemort.”

Remus sighed under his breath as the room fell silent again. Honestly, he was getting rather sick of the silence. He had just gotten used to the chaos after the last full moon, and now it was suddenly quiet? Over someone’s name?

They needed to grow a backbone, he thought.

“How did Regulus find out about this Horcrux?” Remus asked Sirius.

“Well he didn’t give me very specific details,” Sirius said, fidgeting with his nails. “But from what I was told, he was trying to use Kreacher to test out whether he had hid it well. Kreacher is, well was, our House Elf. Regulus summoned him before he died from whatever Voldemort used to hide it.”

“Regulus was always close to Kreacher.” Andromeda sighed softly, looking down at the necklace. “So he figured out about the Horcrux. He gets it himself, somehow, and gives it to you?”

“He had it for a couple of months.” Sirius clarified, clearing his throat. “But his new ‘friend’ convinced him to talk to me again.”

“Friend?” James deadpanned.

“I think it’s a lover.” Sirius said, pouting like a child.

“Not the point, Sirius.” Remus reminded him.

Sirius nodded. “Right. Well, from what I know, the Death Eaters think that he’s dead.”

“The Dark Lord can trace the marks though.” Alice reminded him. “If he has the Dark Mark, the Dark Lord would be able to tell.”

“Well,” Sirius said, chuckling awkwardly. “The thing about that is, you know,”

Remus sighed, debating whether he should start banging his head against the table. He felt like he was chasing sentient cheese around a mice maze. 

“Spit it out, Sirius.” he said.

“He cut off his mark!” Sirius sighed, itching at his arm. “I saw it. It wasn’t a glamour.”

“He cut it off?” Andromeda asked quietly. “Like, the whole thing?”

“I saw bone.” Sirius whispered quietly.

The room went silent once more. This time Remus understood. Seeing bone was never a good sign, he of all people in the room would know. Especially when it was self inflicted.

“Does he need to run away?” Lily asked Sirius quietly. Remus could tell her motherly instinct was kicking in. “We have room.”

Sirius mumbled under his breath before shrugging. “I don’t think so, but I don’t know.”

“Are you going to see him again?” Andromeda asked quietly, sitting down in front of Sirius. “I want to go with you if you are. He’s my family too.”

Sirius smiled softly before nodding. “I said that we could meet at a café next Sunday.”

“Then I’ll go with you.” Andromeda said.

Sirius smiled softly before looking around the room. Remus could feel his eyes darting around anxiously, Sirius always craved public approval. 

James sighed softly when Sirius’ eyes landed on him. “I don’t think I’ll go. I doubt Regulus wants a whole club at a family reunion. But Lily and I can make food.”

“Me and Frank can make room if he needs.” Alice suggested calmly. 

Sirius smiled softly before turning to Remus. “Remus?”

Remus looked between him and Andromeda before sighing. If anyone was close to Regulus in this group, it was probably him. The two of them had studied sometimes back in Hogwarts. Sometimes he would even consider Regulus a friend.

“I’ll go with you.” Remus said.

“Perfect!” Sirius clapped happily.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

thank you everyone for reading! i'm feeling rather productive right now, so i've been having a little writing burst. did i write this in 40 minutes? yes. yes i did. do i care? no, no i do not <3

AS ALWAYS - please like, comment, and reblog! love u!

[loonyloopylupin96]

Petition to stop saying morally grey when you just mean imperfect/human.

[archerzstarz]

Marauders olympics AU where James (Cuba), Remus (Great Britain, and Sirius (France) are all skateboarders, with Wolfstar Olympic rivals to lovers

We also have Regulus (France) and Pandora (France) as a Figure Skater

Barty (Germany) and Evan (France) on archery

Marlene (Great Britain) and Dorcas (Nigeria) on Rock Climbing

Peter (Germany) on Sailing

Mary (Jamaica) and Emmeline (China) on Gymnastics

Charity (Great Britain) and Amos (Great Britain) doing Badminton

Molly (Ireland) and Arthur (Ireland) on Football

Emma (Slovenia) on Handball

Lily (Australia) on Tennis

[maraudersinparadise]

lucky charm

James Potter, star Chaser, finds himself in a tremendous slump, so his agent and best mate Sirius Black takes matter to his own hands - landing James in St. Mungo's and reuniting them with Healer in Training Lily Evans, an incident that has the potential to change James career (and life) forever.

ffnet / ao3 / wattpad

(and special thanks to @annabtg who was my lovely beta on this one!)

[magewritesstories]

Hi i was just wondering if you could write something of James potter and Fem!reader (established relationship) where basically they are at a Gryfindor party and basically there is this guy who has a huge crush on her and is being low-key creepy about it and it’s just James being the protective bf he is.

If not don’t worry!!!! x

[ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ] ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ

summary: James Potter doesn't share anything, especially not his girlfriend TW: underage drinking note: ngl, I don't see James as the jealous type, but he is super protective. Also idek if Amos was in their year, but for the sake of the story he is.

JAMES POTTER IS NOT A JEALOUS GUY.

Really, he isn't. But dear Godrick he's never wanted to bash someone's head in with a bottle of firewhiskey so badly—but that might just be the empty bottle talking.

He watched from a good ten feet away as Amos Diggory flirted with you with a wide smirk.

As mentioned before, James wasn't a jealous guy. He couldn't blame the stares you got whilst walking through the halls, or the way some eyes would linger when you laughed a little too loudly at one of his dumb jokes.

You were stunning, and James didn't blame people for seeing that. Hell, he was glad they did. Besides, he couldn't ignore the tiny ego boost he got from the fact that at the end of the day he was your boyfriend and not any of them.

Amos however didn't seem to understand that.

James's eyes narrowed as he slung his arm around you oh-so casually as he told a (probably stupid) joke. You gave him a small smile, a polite one—yep, definitly a stupid joke.

"You planning on murdering Diggory by glaring, mate?" Siruis asked, walking over to his best friend with a grin, "I'm afraid you're not one of those guys from Peter's superhero books—hey wormy, which one was it? With the laser eyes?"

Peter looks up from his drink in confusion, "Superman?"

"Yeah, that one," Sirius snapped his fingers, "So, is that your plan? Burning Diggory with you laser eyes?"

"The only thing burning in here is Prongs," Remus replied with a laugh. James rolled his eyes, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Lily decided to join in on the conversation and added in a teasing tone: "Really, 'cause you look a little uhm... green."

"I'm not jealous, I don't get jealous," He replied with a scoff, glancing in your direction again, "Especially not of guys like Amos Diggory."

His friends all gave him sceptical looks as he grabbed another bottle of fire whiskey. "Why would I be jealous. I have nothing to be jealous about," He insisted, staring intently as Amos dragged you and Dorcas towards the dance floor.

"What about the fact that he's already asked out Y/N like three times?" Peter replied casually. The entire friendgroup turned towards him, "What?"

He jsut shrugged, "Yeah, he just asked her out three times in the past two hours—watching him get rejected twice was awkward, the third time it was just sad."

"And you're mentioning this now?!"

"I thought you knew, I mean you've been staring at them the entire night."

James put down his bottle of firewhiskey and made his way over to the two of you.

"That's not fair—you're just Slughorn's favourite," You replied, smiling as you whirled the drink in your hand.

Amos grinned at you, "Yeah, well, maybe if you spent more time actually listening during class you'd be able to catch up with me. Maybe."

You rolled you eyes at the statement. "Oh, please, Diggory, if anything I'm doing you a favour. If I actually tried during classes I'd leave you in the dust."

"Oh, yeah?" The blond asked, raising a brow at you, "Maybe I should return the favour by taking you to Honeydukes this weekend."

"Hmm, no, I think I'm good," You reply as politely as you can, mustering a small smile.

This was the fourth time Amos had asked you out in the past two hours. And also the fourth time you'd rejected him.

How did he not know you had a boyfriend? You'd think that after that kiss (read: pretty much a make-out session) with James after Gryffindor beat (read: wiped the floor with) Hufflepuff last quidditch match, people would know the two of you were dating.

Apparantly not.

"Besides—" A loud, familiar voice sounded as James put his arm around you shoulder— "We've already got plans for this weekend."

The brunette give you a sloppy kiss and a satisfied grin, "Don't we, babe?"

You smile and nod. "Mhm, you promised me a drink at the Three Broomsticks."

Amos looked between you and James as you gave eachother lovesick stares.

Maybe you were laying it on extra thick just for Amos but they were lovesick stares nonetheless.

"Oh, uhm, well then..." He stuttered, trying to form a coherent sentence. James turned to him with a raised brow, "Well, maybe you should be heading towards the firewhiskey."

Amos seemed to take the hint. Finally. He quickly scurried away and out of your sight.

You let out a sigh, "Thank you—for someone so smart that guy really doesn't know how to take a hint."

"Well, good thing you got me then," James replied, grinning from ear to ear as he kissed you again, "Your own personal superman."

You swung your arms around his neck and smiled into the kiss, "Mhm, so lucky."

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[luaalz]

Love Evan Peters' legs

[quintessenceofdust88]

Scusa se Ti amo, chapter 1

When Father Thomas Kinard calls 911 for one of his parishioners, he doesn't expect to make friends with the firefighting crew. He doesn't expect to meet Evan Buckley. He definitely doesn't expect to fall in love. But what's that saying about God working in mysterious ways?

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[moonyaugust]

how i see james potter

a gift for the birthday boy!! forever twenty one i'm sorry jamesie :(

born on march 27th, 1960

pureblood

pansexual

gryffindor chaser, captain, and head boy

indian and guatemalan

patronus: stag

of the potter and fawley families

his animagus form is a stag

has several older siblings who died either before birth or shortly after. he is doted upon by his parents

as a teen he is arrogant, haughty, and mean. as he matures, his heart of gold becomes clearer, as well as strong sense of morality

has had a crush on lily evans since he was twelve, begins dating her at the end of sixth year. has had the ring picked out since their very first date

grew up in merlinspire (just outside of durham), along with marlene mckinnon, peter pettigrew, amos diggory, frank longbottom, septima vector, michael mckinnon, and alice fortescue.

best classes are transfiguration, defense against the dark arts, and flying

his friend group is sirius black, peter pettigrew, remus lupin, marlene mckinnon, and later mary macdonald and lily evans. becomes friends with emmeline vance through quidditch

his middle name is fleamont (for his dad)

very wealthy, inherited a lot of money from his dad's business

was descended from the peverells, received the invisibility cloak from his dad when he entered hogwarts

loves spicy food as well as anything ice cold (he likes the sensation of extreme temperature)

has a cousin through his dad named cepheus, who is twelve years older and a massive dick (fun fact, cepheus is the direct cousin of alphard, walburga, and cygnus)

was the one who decided to become an animagus for remus

his queer awakening was frank longbottom (james genuinely believed he just admired frank). also he and sirius used to make out as practice (nobody knows about this)

would die for his friends

first kiss was marlene mckinnon when they were twelve behind the quidditch changing rooms, neither were all that into it

dreamed of becoming a pro quidditch player as an adult until the war hit, and his priorities completely shifted

always wakes up early and is somehow never tired. also never gets a hangover

keeps a snitch in his pocket that he likes to play with

has a total ineptitude for anything muggle related

isn't as intellectually brilliant as sirius nor as hardworking as remus, but still gets almost top grades. he's mostly bored in any class where he can't get into trouble

has received detention more than a few times for flying his broom through the hallways and setting off stink bombs

credit to sophithil, fancast is abhay verma

for more james, check out my fic valkyrie!

[seleneblack16]

Barty Crouch Jr. :

Making people question their sexual orientation one smirk at a time.

[natsumipocket]

Evan Amos The Game Console 2.0

[moonytoasted]

marauders era sexuality headcanons

james potter: unlabeled. he had a crush on frank but it didn't compare to his crush on lily. he can't be bothered to label himself.

remus lupin: gay gay gay

sirius black: bi. can pull every gender and does. him and marlene were each others' first kisses.

peter pettigrew: demiro + demisexual :3

hestia jones: she loves her nerd boyfriend

amos diggory: he loves his strong quidditch girlfriend

lily evans: bi. dated emmeline vance (for like 3 days before they broke out in a screaming match. enemies to lovers speedrun)

marlene mckinnon: lesbianest lesbian to ever live. her, emmeline, and sirius combined have probably flirted with everyone in gryffindor.

mary macdonald: bi (and married dean thomas' dad rahhh)

dorcas meadows: bi/ace :3

emmeline vance: lesbian. or alternatively, sapphic enemies to lovers plot point.

regulus black: thought he was aroace. turns out he's demiro + ace

barty crouch (jr): evan. / evan: barty.

davey gudgeon: straight, acts gay w his friends

sybill trelawney: bi w a HEAVY preference for women.

xenophilius lovegood: straight. #1 ally

pandora: ace + straight but made out w sybill when they were high.

frank longbottom: bi + the crush of every new first year coming in

alice fortescue: straight + the crush of every other new first year.

caradoc dearborn: benjy. in love w him but not out :(

benjy fenwick: bi. he's out.