#I hope you’re doing well

[dreamingofmarauders]

You Belong With Me

James Potter x Reader

Summary: In which despite having rejected you, James feels the uttermost jealousy of someone else being near you

Warnings: Jealousy, rejection, angry/a bit possessive James Potter, regret, arguing, cussing, crying (Let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I honestly don’t even know what I was thinking then, but this idea just randomly hit me so here it is lol. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

James tightened his hold on his glass of Firewhiskey, his gaze piercing dangerously as he watched you get too close with another guy. He clenched his jaw, downing his drink in one go before he tossed the glass back on the table, rage filling his whole being.

He had no right to feel like this. After all, he was supposed to be in love with Lily, not you. At least, that's what he kept trying to tell himself but as he watched you drape your arms around a Slytherin, both swaying to the music, he felt nothing but pure hatred for the male and absolute jealousy.

You should be in James' arms, not his.

James clenched his jaw, shutting his eyes as he inwardly groaned, as it came back to him once again, the memory so vivid it was as if the young Potter was reliving it once again.

You and James leaned against the railing of the Astronomy Tower, your eyes fixated upon the captivating night sky. You turned your head to look at the hazel eyed beside you, who gazed up at the twinkling stars with a soft smile sitting upon his lips. You and James had been best friends since you were children and your bond only deepened during the many years you spent together at Hogwarts. It was a weekly tradition for the two of you to stargaze together.

Your heart fluttered at the content expression on James' face, nothing but adoration in your eyes for him. Over the years, you didn't realize when but you had fallen for your best friend.

You were in love with James Potter.

However you kept that secret locked away in your heart, knowing James had been chasing after the redhead, Lily Evans, since you all were eleven.

Now as you admired James, the ways his lips curved or the twinkle in his hazel eyes, or his always messy black locks, or the way a dimple appeared whenever he smiled, the words slipped past your lips before you could stop them.

"I love you."

Your eyes widened with horror as James' rounded at that as well, turning to look at you in surprise.

You had mentioned many times how much you loved him but what caught James off guard this time was the way you spoke the words, the emotion behind them indicating a whole other meaning, a confession of you being in love with him.

"What?" He breathed out.

You sighed, knowing it was useless to deny it.

"I am in love with you, James."

"No." James uttered out in horror, taking a step back, causing a crack to form in your heart. "You can't be in love with me. I-I only love Lily."

Despite knowing the truth, your heart still shattered at the words that passed his lips, your eyes brimming up with tears.

Why had you even dared to hope he may reciprocate your feelings?

"I love Lily, Y/n. I could never love you." He said, as the tears slid down your cheeks. "I'm sorry." And with that James spun on his heels and hurried away, leaving you to stare after him, utterly heartbroken.

You had destroyed your own relationship with James, severing off the threads that had bonded the two of you together since forever.

You angrily wiped your face.

Why did every force in the universe always have to work against you?

The two of you haven't spoken since. James seethed as he watched Rosier pull you closer, but what really ticked him off was that your gaze had connected with his, and he knew that you knew what James was really feeling as you observed his very red face, before you inched your face closer to the Slytherin's.

That was the final straw for James Potter.

He immediately took a step in your direction but a hand latched onto his arm, rooting him to the spot.

"Mate, calm down."

James' furious gaze flickered to see who had dared to stop him, his eyes finding the silvery grey irises of his best friend.

Sirius knew exactly what had transpired, all the Marauders did. After all, you had been a fifth of their group, and your absence had impacted them all.

"Prongs, you need to calm down." Sirius instructed again, carefully analyzing James' facial expression.

This only angered the young Potter.

"Stay out of this, Black." He spat out and shrugged off Sirius' hand, ignoring his friend's protests.

James strutted over to you with nothing but fury and jealousy blinding him. When he reached you and Rosier, he shoved the Slytherin back, who shot the Gryffindor a death glare, grabbed your wrist and dragged you through the crowd of bustling and dancing teenagers, ignoring your protests. He finally dropped his hand from you when the two of you were in the silent corridor outside the Gryffndor common room.

You glared at James, who was staring back at you intensely, his jaw clenched.

"What the fuck, Potter?!" You yelled.

"What the fuck were you doing with that Rosier?! You were doing it on purpose!" James retorted back, silencing you for a mere moment before your face hardened.

"I can do whatever the hell I want, Potter, you have absolutely no right over my life!" You screamed at him, throwing your hands up in anger. "You told me you don't love me, you pushed me away, so how in the world do you get to decide what I can do and whom I can be with?! Why does it bother you so much?!" You shrieked at him.

However the next second, your back was pressed against the cold stone wall as James closed the distance between the two of you, caging you in his arms as his lips pressed to yours. You tried to resist, knowing this wouldn't end well, but the feel of him on you ignited a fire that yearned for more and your hands slithered to lock behind his neck, as you both poured out all your emotions into the kiss.

When the need for oxygen became great, the two of you pulled away, James placing his forehead against yours, as the both of you panted.

"This isn't fair to me, James." You breathed out, your eyes brimming once again. "You can't say you want Lily but then not let me live my life either." A tear slid down your cheek as your voice became heavy with emotion.

James lifted his head back, raising his hand to softly brush away your tears, placing a kiss on both of your cheeks before he peered into your y/e/c eyes, his gaze so intense that it seemed he was looking right into your soul.

"I am so sorry, love. I was wrong. I kept telling myself that it's Lily, but," He shook his head rather vigorously, "I've missed you more than ever since that day. My heart keeps calling out to you and I tried to push it down, but seeing you with another made me fully realize that there is no one else I would rather have than you." He confessed, placing his hand on your cheek, relishing in the way you leaned into his touch.

He continued, whilst lovingly caressing your cheek.

"My life is colorless and dull without you, y/n/n. I want you, darling. I... I love you." James uttered out, watching your face flood with astonishment, noticing the way you had stilled in his hold. Knowing he couldn't lose your attention, he went on, "I know I was an absolute jerk to you that day and today, but I promise you my love, if you give me the chance, I will spend the rest of my life, spend each day proving to you how much I really do care for you." James professed, his heart pounding heavily as he awaited your response.

You stared at him in complete shock, eyes round, making James afraid that he had truly lost you for good. However, a rush of relief flooded James' body when your beautiful lips slowly curved up into a tiny smile.

"I'll give you one chance, Jamie, just one."

The biggest smile you had ever seen graced James' face at your answer, and he cupped both your cheeks, "Thank you! Thank you!" He lifted you off the floor, spinning you around before he gracefully set you back on your feet, his arms going to settle around your waist. "I promise you that you will not regret this, darling."

And James Potter lived up to his promise, as each day after that, he made sure to show you how much he truly did love you, and Merlin were you above the clouds to have landed the man of your dreams, disbelief still clawing at you from time to time that James Potter loved you back just as much as you loved him.

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[beastlyworlds]

Small Gardener on a green tea break 🌿🍵

(🌱 Leaf pause prints n stuff on my site ✨)

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

I've been completely smitten with the thought of Simon "doesn't know how to half-ass anything" Riley dropping everything to massage any of your sore spots the moment you complain about it. Even if you just mutter "ow" under your breath while he's in the living room reading and you're doing something in the kitchen, he's always listening and is immediately behind you, asking what hurts. He is like a working dog with a child, softly herding you to the couch or bed (depending on what hurts/where you are) and once you're down, he's pulling your hurt body into his lap and handing you the remote to put something on the TV while he massages the area. He doesn't like you being in pain so he will go for a while to try and ease it, and if it doesn't let up he'll happily trek back and forth to the kitchen to make sure you have a fresh hot/cold pack when you make him take a break to rest his hands. (And you have to make him take breaks, otherwise he will work your sore spots until his hands are cramping and then some) - 🐍the yearning is strong today lol

Oh my god you are so right about this

Simon Riley does NOT half ass things. What’s the point of doing the job if you’re going to half ass it, so he will absolutely be committed to anything he does.

And the includes pampering you.

Won’t take breaks massaging you unless you force him to but even then he might get a little snarky. He’s not leaving until you’re fully satisfied and no longer hurting.

Need him to fix something? You bet it’s about to be brand fucking new. Need him to build you something? He’s making it the best it’ll ever be.

He’s stubborn and he likes getting the job done, and he especially likes doing the job well. He likes the praise you give him.

[rush-the-stars]

cici if you have any predator/prey thoughts to spare for vash or nico,, or both,,

anon. i cannot sleep. this ask…….haunting me…..

cw: predator/prey, chasing

a/n: possessed by the thought of them chasing you down. this may be a glimpse at another reader/story of mine called shrikethorn….this reader is v shrikethorn!reader

***

dust kicks up with each stride you take.

you run for the hills; for the unforgiving desert and towards a horizon that you swear you know enough to follow back home.

the sky is burgundy—night will cover you, but you have to wait that long. you have to run for that long.

your lungs burn and throb—with this pace, you fear you won’t reach nightfall. you need the dark. right now, you’re open—a lone bird in a sky of sand. easy to pluck out of the sky.

the desert is unforgiving; the land itself seems to hinder your running. your footsteps sink into the sand, forcing you to push harder, to exert more of your strength.

you’re tiring yourself out.

but you don’t stop.

not until, over the dune, a dark figure emerges.

you skid to a stop, kicking up a wave of sand, trying to suddenly back peddle.

he has the advantage of the slope of the dune—

wolfwood descends on you.

fear kicks your body into overdrive and you push yourself harder, legs burning with how fast you whip around to run from him.

he chases.

if you can make it over the previous dune before he catches you, the down slide will help you gain distance.

you push for it.

you don’t dare look behind you, but you can sense him—you can hear the sound of the earth and his long strides.

just a little more—

hope glimmers like the sun in its last dance in the sky.

at the top, a flash of red.

a body that collides with yours—you both go tumbling into the sand. and you’d know him anywhere, would know the metal arm and the uncanny, frightening strength.

you fight with all your might.

“easy—easy, come on.” vash says as he wrestles with you, “it’s okay—it’s okay.”

you buck and kick and sneer. you pull at him and shove him and bite him.

“we don’t have to fight—“ vash says, taking your teeth in his forearm with only a little yelp, a smattering of sound you hear in his chest, “i don’t want to fight, angel, come on—“

and for all your thrashing, he still overpowers you rather easily. and then he has you, back to his chest, your body cradled in the crux of his, as he wrestles you still against him.

he holds you tight against him.

your teeth are still bared, still snarling, when wolfwood approaches.

“told ya that’d work.” he says. “flushed her out like a fox.”

you try to kick at him and he sidesteps easily.

“don’t rub it in, wolfwood.” vash says, still holding you tight, but his voice is by your ear. you’d shiver if you weren’t sweating.

you’re heaving still, vash’s forearm so tight against your sternum that it’s almost hard to suck in air. you must look like a mess—like a wild animal.

“you’re quick, if it makes you feel better.” wolfwood says to you, bending to be on your level. to look you in the eyes. “just like a fox, too.”

you thrash like you might lash out at him, baring your sharp teeth at him as if to prove a point.

“watch who you’re talking too—“ you snap as vash holds you back, cooing to you. trying to soothe your temper or your feral, fighting urge to break free.

“let’s you get back to camp,” he says gently, “we’ll feed you.” he promises.

“i don’t need it.” you bite out. “let me go—let me go back to nai.”

vash sighs, sorry and sad, squeezing you.

“you know i can’t do that.” he says gently.

“let’s go,” wolfwood says, standing and looking out towards the distance. “the suns setting. i don’t want to be hauling her in the dark.”

and then he produces a set of handcuffs—sturdy and silver, gleaming in the last rays of the sun. your own trap, your own collar.

“time to clip your wings, birdie.” wolfwood says and though you fight—you’re no match for the both of them.

you look out into the sky, plum dark and ripening, and vow you’ll get back out there—

you’ll get back to nai—

even if they chase you all the way there—even if they hunt you like dogs after a fox.

[incrediblenightcrawlerr]

Could I have a hug? Not a small one, one of those deep ones that heal you a little bit? I... Could really use one...

Of course Mein Schatz, I hope everything is okay!

He pulls you in and embraces you into a hug, his tail wags behind him as he hums a tone

[emotionalpersimmon]

"You are a galaxy of wonder, full of life and mystery,

Your scars shine like stars, each with a tale of its own.

It’s a badge of honor, of a warrior's etched on your skin, forever present.

Your marks are like the ocean's waves, crashing free,

Etching patterns on the sand, making you unique and remarkable

Your eyes are like the earth's rich soil, fertile and dark,

Where life sprouts, and memories embark.

They sparkle with longing, searching for a familiar face,and

A glimpse of connection,

Your hands hold the power to create and heal,

To cradle joy and to let go,

They remember the touch of loved ones,

And summon memories, Like whispers of the past, echoes of love and laughter.

Like the scent of old books, or freshly baked bread,

Fragrances transport you back to your childhood

Vivid memories unfold,

Weaving your past, your identity, your story divine.

All this map is of your journey, a beautiful, perfectly imperfect,

Ever-changing you, a work of art, a masterpiece, anew.

With every step, with every breath, you evolve and grow,

To unique and precious soul, with a story to be told.

But through it all, you've emerged, stronger, wiser,

Like A phoenix from the ashes, with a heart that's full of fire.

So let your scars shine like stars, let your marks tell your tale,

Let your eyes sparkle with longing, and your hands hold the power to prevail.

For you are a galaxy of wonder, full of life and mystery,

A beautiful, perfectly imperfect, ever-changing you, wild and free.

[ifwebefriends]

This pop medley rap breakdown by Jenna Marbles is my Roman Empire

Uhh for the ID below I did my best but there’s a few parts where I genuinely cannot tell what she’s singing and I can’t find it online so I’m just going to leave it out until someone tells me what they are

[Video ID. A clip from Jenna Marbles’ circa. 2013 music video “Boyfriends.” It is the part near the end where it is a 106-second long breakdown rapping lyrics to several popular songs.

“All right, girl, just listen to this:

If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go, I can take you places you ain't never been before, Baby take a chance with me or you'll never ever know, I got money in my hands that I'd really like to blow, Swag swag swag, on you, Chillin by the fire while we eatin' fondue, I dunno about me but I know about you, So say hello to falsetto in three two swag, I'd like to be everything you want, Hey girl, let me talk to you, If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go, Keep you on my arm girl, you'd never be alone, And I can be a gentleman, anything you want, If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go, I'd never let you go

Make it nasty, Girl, make it nasty, Make it nasty, girl, Make it nasty, Make it nasty, girl, Make it nasty, Make it nasty, girl, Make it nasty.

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up (my love)

You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up (my love)

Call me big daddy when you back that ass up, Hoe, I like that ass up

Big Butts and I can not lie, (I wanna dance with somebody)

You other brothers can't deny that when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist (I wanna feel the heat with somebody)

And a round thing in your face you get sprung, wanna pull out your tough (got me lookin’ so crazy right now)

‘Cause you notice that butt was stuffed, I found you MS NEW BOOTY, Get it together and bring it back to me (your love’s got me lookin so crazy right now)

Hit the players club for about month or two (got me lookin so crazy right now)

Put his hand on it then see what he do, you can do it put your back into it (I ain’t never gonna dance again)

I can do it put your ass into it (guilty feet have got no rhythm)

You can do it put your back into it (Though it’s easy to pretend)

I can do it put your ass into it (I know you’re not a fool)

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,

And they're like

It's better than yours,

Damn right it's better than yours,

I can teach you,

But I have to charge

I put my hand up on your hip

when i dip you dip we dip

Put your hand up on my hip

When I dip you dip we dip

Fuck yeah!”

End ID.]

[roxydemi]

I miss my potato anon

[toovaeloe]

ur j.ai pfp rn:

QUU, GET OUT .

[midnigtartist]

following since taz balance? ha. child’s play. i’ve been here since the jamilton

VETERAN DISCOUNT

[callmechrystalya]

Hey! I still miss you! I will miss you for a long time, but I would rather die than reach out to you again! I miss you but my stomach does a backflip every time I think of you! I miss you and our daily chats! If I knew it would end like this I would have invited you over one last time and made you pancakes like I promised! I miss you and I'm starting to forget your voice...

[light-of-laurelin]

I have spent the day in a daze, reading posts by Jews in mourning and chatting with my Jewish friends about, well, everything that has been happening for the last year. It feels too big for words.

The subject came up with a coworker and he said he had genuinely forgotten about the war because it was all anyone talked about for a month and then it all stopped abruptly in his circles and I was honestly kind of shocked. I feel like this is the first time since I started my conversion process that I really felt like I was living in two parallel worlds.

[westill-fly419]

Finding comfort

Your favourite Haikyuu character x gnreader

summary: he's there for you after you have a very bad day. warnings: very short, cliche (I guess? But I still hope you enjoy it), (h/n)=his name word count: 374 a/n: I wrote this, since everything just went wrong the other day and I felt so down... I hope you're well out there!

Hey, calm down..." he says. You can feel his warmth— arms around your waist. "Hey, don't cry..." His voice is soothing to listen to—despite trembling, you feel a sense of comfort wailing through your body, as you continue to shed tears.

You can't bear to look into his eyes. Today just went as wrong, as the day could go. A week ago, you didn't even think that everything could change so fast. At the moment, you only feel distressed and hopeless.

You listen to his words, with your face buried in his neck.

"Look," The boy starts, choosing every word carefully. "Even if others don't understand you, I do. ...I really care for you and don't want to see you like this, you know?"

He continues rubbing your back softly, while you just take one deep breath after another, in order to pull yourself together.

"Please, just look at me." The male gently ruffles your hair. "We will be able work out a solution together..."

All he wants is to see you smile. He just wants you to be happy.

"I promise you."

You hold on for a moment, stopping to cry. Ahead of your head slowly lifting, you first wipe away the tears, which had been running down your cheek and use some tissues, which he had given to you to blow your nose. As your eyes meet his, you can notice the vulnerability and sincerity lying in his gaze. 

For you, he's willing to do everything.

"Thank you for finally looking up to me." he says with a soft smile on his face, before wrapping his arms around you one more time. You lean into his touch, finding safety and comfort. His presence alone makes your heart feel a little bit easier, like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders.

"I have to thank you," you say, as your voice begins to gain more strength, "(h/n)." As the male hears your words, he pulls you into the embrace even stronger, carefully squeezing your body. 

"I will never leave your side, okay?" he whispers, not letting go of you. "You're not alone, then I'm always there for you. Because, for me, you are the most important being in this world."

[ropebuny]

You are not your diagnosis. Didn't I also read that you stopped all your prescriptions? You are experiencing all your emotions in full for the first time in how long?

Are you being kind to yourself? Giving yourself credit for everything you accomplish? And everything you have accomplished? Those with borderline are notorious for being super hard on themselves and have a tendency to steer towards the negatives. Do you have a grounding exercise that you complete when you are experiencing the emotions you're feeling?

I am still taking my antidepressants and mood stabilizers but me and my psychiatrist have decided to take a break from them because these are like my 6th ones and I have seen zero improvement as per usual so he recommended we stop for a while and see how I do without them (I am guessing I will do equally as bad if not even Worse). so I am currently still taking them but lowering my dosage until they run out and then I stop taking them entirely instead of like. just stopping at my current dosage one random day and then consequently getting withdrawal and going crazy instantly

I haven’t been too kind to myself lately, unfortunately. I almost relapsed two days ago but I didn’t end up doing anything harmful so I’m glad I was able to hold back. and yeah it’s very very difficult to look at the positives or try to be proud of any successes. and no I have no grounding exercise except maybe laying down and listening to music and just crying it out and letting myself feel the emotions instead of bottling it up. I tried to reach out to multiple friends but all were uncomfortable talking about it or calming me down so that went nowhere. I feel so stupid whenever I reach out to anyone because everyone always becomes so uncomfortable when I am sad and need help or reassurance so I never really get anything except an awkward conversation where they change topics or say “sorry to hear that”. makes me feel like a huge burden

[julie-schwieters-supremacy]

my roman empire is that one friend i had when i first joined tumblr. she was a little ray of sunshine and half the reason i stayed on tumblr for so long. she was always there for everyone and the reason why i have so many moots. she was so special. but life got hard and it wasn't her fault because her dad was such a monster and now she hasn't posted sine may. i hope she's okay. i still check her blog and another blog her cousin(??) made sometimes just to check if they've posted since then. i really hope she's doing better now and i hope she pulled through it. bella if you see this i love you sm and i'm sorry you felt like we didn't like you or that you were too loud or happy because you made me smile so much even when i felt like i couldn't. and i know we've never met and we didn't talk much anymore but i still think about you all the time. ilysm i hope you're okay.

[twomanyfandomshelp]

HIIIII FELLOW WINION!!!! How r u?

HIYA, FELLOW WINION!!! I’m doing pretty good, I’m super excited to have another person to obsess about Epic with 😊

How are you?