#and then got the taste of his own medicine

[aurynsia]

Unrequited, Terrifying Chapter 6

James Potter x Reader

Summary: Your secret admirer is not so secret anymore…

Warnings: Extremely fluffy, nervous!james x shy!reader, idiots in love, lovesick!james, no use of Y/N, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns and presents femininely, James is head over heels in love, quiet!reader, NOT EDITED!

Word count: 1.6K

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

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A cool air occupied the Astronomy Tower, gusts of gentle breeze slipping in and out. A picnic blanket lined the floor, visible under the soft glow of an assortment of candles lit in the room. On it sat a basket of food, sweets, and a bouquet of flowers with your name on it.

It was all going smoothly, in fact, James would argue it was perfect. He had planned this night years ago, making the first date comfortable and private but still a solid display of just how much he’s willing to give you.

Wearing his crisp button down tucked into some black slacks, messy hair somewhat managed with a comb, and a bubbling feeling of nerves and excitement, James stood at the top of the stairs and waited.

The soft press of heels to concrete echoed up the staircase, slowly approaching the top of the tower. You rounded the final corner, immediately beaming at the boy stood waiting for you. Your subtle makeup shined in the candlelight as your dress fit you in all the right ways.

“He’ll go feral when he sees you,” Charlie had joked when you were getting dressed.

She might have been right.

James’ heart caught in his throat, holding out an arm for you to grasp as he escorted you across the short distance to the blanket. “You look so amazing, I mean…you’re just so perfect,” he praised, gaze tracing your figure like he was committing every inch of you to memory. “Thank you, Jamie, so do you,” you grinned in reply, standing close and peering up at the bashful boy in front of you.

He helped you to the ground as he began to pull out an assortment of food and drink. “I knew some of the things you like already, but I wasn’t sure if it was enough…so I kind of just bought the whole of Hog’s Head,” he explained with a nervous laugh, sitting on his knees to reach further into the basket and present even more food.

“Oh, Jamie, I…this is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me! And probably the most food anyone’s ever given me as well,” you giggled, glancing around the space in awe at the atmospheric romance.

“I’m sorry if it’s too much, I just- Sirius says I’m always such a hopeless romantic,” he rambled bashfully in reply, “I hope you like it, love.”

He started to make you a plate of all your favourite foods, adding a few new dishes too. He poured you some butterbeer before serving himself, rarely looking away from you. His heart was on fire, lit alight by his sheer magnetic attraction to you. He knew his younger self would be beaming to know he actually finally got to sit like this with you, alone with the stars and a candlelit dinner. He was in heaven.

The quiet sounds of eating consumed the room, both of you meeting each other’s gaze at a particularly loud crunch of food under teeth. You both burst out laughing, falling over yourselves as you finally relaxed into the date.

“So, quick question,” James began after finishing half of his plate, “the other night, when we confessed, you said I was surprisingly kind?”

“I did, and you are,” you replied, covering your mouth full of food as you looked at him curiously.

“Well, I was just wondering…why did you find that surprising? Have I ever done anything to make you think otherwise?”

You thought over your answer, swallowing your mouthful. After a beat, you responded. “I suppose I only really knew you for your pranks, outside of classes and common room parties. The early stuff was never concerning, I mean, I found it quite funny the way you’d give bullies a taste of their own medicine. But I suppose as the years went on, and the pranks got harsher, and the targets became more innocent, I started to believe you were sort of…mean.”

James glanced at you with an embarrassed smile. “Oh…right…yeah that makes sense. We, uhh- had our reasons for hexing people, but I suppose it’s been pretty harsh recently…” James was bright red, biting his lip and glancing at the floor. You did the same, resuming eating as the boy’s face cooled down.

“Do you remember that Slytherin boy last year? The one in the year above who tried to chat you up at dinner?” You stopped chewing, raising your eyebrows. “Yeah, I do actually…what about him?”

“Well, do you remember his hair turned bright green the next morning…?”

A moment passed in awkward silence. Then, “James! You hexed someone over me!?” Your jaw was slack, and James refused to meet your gaze. “He was being too pushy…besides, I thought you might’ve liked him and, well, I was pretty upset that night. Sirius just decided to…cheer me up,” He explained cautiously.

You snorted, covering your mouth to conceal a laugh. Soon James was laughing too, mostly from relief that you found his infatuation amusing.

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A few butterbeers later, you were sitting close and leaning towards each other, whispering about your interests like they were the best kept secrets on earth.

“I didn’t think I really belonged in Gryffindor when I was sorted,” James began, “I thought I wasn’t self-assured enough to fit in. I think over the years I just developed an act of cocky confidence to hide that insecurity.”

You gazed at the boy in affection, basking in similarity. “I thought the exact same thing, though I didn’t show any real bravery until I decided to investigate your little letters this year,” you giggled in reply, “We have so many expectations to live up to under this house. Although, I think it’s the same for every house.”

James hummed in agreement, smiling as he inched slightly closer to you, brushing your hand with his. When you didn’t immediately flinch away and smack him, he moved his hand over yours as you intertwined your fingers with his. You sat in comfortable silence, gazing at each other with shy adoration, before continuing your conversation.

“What do you want to do after school?” You asked, still staring at the boy with a soft blush. “I want to be an Auror, protect the people I love. I’m getting relatively good grades in Defence Against the Dark Arts, but I might have to convince my parents that it’s not too dangerous,” he laughed while beaming down at you. You smiled, opening your mouth to respond before-

“I also want to spend my future with you.”

The words came with a dousing of flustered rambling, James forcing himself to hold your gaze despite the growing heat in his face. “I really, really do,” he emphasised.

The Astronomy Tower made the two of you feel like the only people left on Earth, blocking out any other sign of life on the romantic evening. You were lost in thought.

Your breath hitched when you finally noticed how close James was, nervously glancing between your eyes and lips. You mirrored his movements, leaning towards him with a final glance at his eyes, illuminated by a golden glow.

After years of pining, wishing and waiting, he pushed his lips on yours. The kiss started soft and slow as James hesitated the urge to deepen the connection, something you then initiated. Your lips locked with his in a firm display of passion and affection, hands moving to his hair and reversing the hard work of his comb. His hands trailed down your sides to rest on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

James hummed against your lips, forcing a smile down as to not break the kiss. It was everything he’d ever dreamed of, the taste of butterbeer lingering as your lips melted against each other.

After what felt like hours, you finally parted to take a breath. James was bright red and grinning ear to ear, glasses askew on the tip of his nose and hair messier than ever. He pushed up his glasses before returning his hand to your waist, looking down at you as if you were the solution to eternal happiness.

The goofy expression finally melted off of his face, now staring at you with a lovestruck glint in his eye and a soft smile as he drew little patterns on your waist with his fingers.

Silently, you both laid back against the blanket, staring at the stars that were scattered across the sky.

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After an hour of whispering sweet nothings under the night sky, lying on James’ chest as he rubbed soothing circles into your back with the palm of his hand, he sat up with a grunt.

You were drunk on the feeling of stolen kisses and sweet talk, gazing hazily at Gryffindor’s head boy as he reached into the picnic basket.

From the woven wood emerged a baby blue envelope, your name scrawled on the front in that familiar, boyish hand.

You joined him in sitting up from the blanket as he held the letter out to you, along with the bouquet he had bought especially for this moment.

You stared curiously at the letter, plucking it from his hands and placing the bouquet in your lap, quietly thanking him for the gesture.

You carefully peeled open the letter, peering into its depth. Pulling your final love letter from its fold, you slowly laid the page open.

“Be mine?

- Forever yours, J.P.”

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A/N: YAYYYYYY!!! I’m planning on writing one more chapter about these two during the early years, before wrapping it up with some fluffy relationship goodness <3 I’m also starting one for James fic and a few miscellaneous characters!

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[beaulesbian]

Glass Onion spoilers ahead! - long post

These parallels in the movie are so *chef's kiss* ✨️

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what a combo these two make! ♥

[iguessricciardo]

what goes around comes around

[scoobydoodean]

I think if I was Dean and I wanted to drive Cas crazy after The Trap, I would just start pretending I was suddenly fine with Cas refusing to keep in touch and lying and keeping secrets. I mean, that’s what Cas wants, right? Why not simply give him what he clearly “wants”? A Dean who doesn’t call when Cas suddenly disappears for days or weeks at a time with no communication on his whereabouts. A Dean who never gets angry or upset at his actions no matter what. A Dean who accepts Cas always keeping him in the dark about things that affect all of their lives—maybe even thanks him for it. A Dean who smiles when Cas comes home and asks if he wants dinner. When Cas says “I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long” Dean gives him a plastic smile that chills Cas to the bone and says “What are you talking about?” Cas keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop—for something to happen for Dean to break down or admit he’s playing a game but the reveal never seems to come. Dean never calls anymore. Cas leaves without saying where he’s going just to see test Dean’s game. All his missed calls are from Sam and Jack. Dean never calls.

[neonganymede]

WIP Wednesday #40

[a snippet from a fyosiglai modeling au]

Beside him, Nikolai began to seethe. “Can you believe that guy?! He’s not allowed to make eyes at you like that!”

“Kolya, all he did was glance at me,” Sigma reminded, affection leaking into his tone at the sound of his partner’s fury. He knew he shouldn’t feed into Nikolai’s jealousy, but he still couldn’t help finding it a little cute whenever Nikolai started stomping his feet over something as silly as this. It made him feel interesting, wanted in the most ridiculous way possible.

 “Exactly! He’s not allowed to glance at you!” Nikolai insisted, his tone vicious and petulant. “Next, he’ll want to touch you!”

“He might have to. We’re both supposed to be in the scene, remember?” Sigma couldn’t keep a small tease out of his voice. Usually, Nikolai was the one picking on him relentlessly, often with Fyodor's help, so how could he not jump at a chance to return the favor?

Nikolai’s cheeks paled. He frantically blinked one beautiful eye at Sigma, the other beneath his eye patch likely going just as crazy. “That’s right. I could accidentally leave him out of the picture, and then everyone will only see your wonderfully ordinary face!”

“None of that, Gogol,” Fyodor reprimanded as he approached them with Dazai close behind. He shot Nikolai a firm look, eyes cold and lips pursed, and even Sigma could feel the hairs on his arms standing up at such a frigid stare.

Gogol, huh? Must be time to get to work.

[lu-sn]

don't overthink this.

[rattlingmycage]

PDA

[kyorru-remade]

someone on tiktok put the part where gojo revealed yuuji was alive and the yo, satoru scene tgt and said “getting surprised by your dead friend isn’t funny anymore, is it gojo?” 😭😭😭😭😭

[supermaks]

checo trying to show max he’s him but max hit him back right on the head immediately after. like all respect to checo but he’s told to have a nice weekend to get his confidence back and so far has not made q3 and picked a fight w his coworker (who he knows dgaf!)

The thing is Max like gives the most fucks in the world about racing and thats why he's so absurd because hes literally never winning the idgaf war inside the car. why checo still thinks he can squeeze somebody like him and just take off is kinda funny

[champion-of-light]

*blinds you with a flashbang* Upsi

- @campfire-chaos Green Dwight

Alan didn’t even see it coming. A soft groan leaves his mouth as the brightness hurts momentarily. So that’s what the killers felt. He blinks his eyes softly trying to adjust them to sight again. Annoyance gathers in his head but he doesn’t say anything too badly.

“… it’s okay… accidents happen. I still gotta get the hang of those myself..”

[jessethegoat]

caught in 4K for having brain fart

*realized he's been left the journalist question hanging for too long*

bonus, his face is just too cute 😂

[dnangelic]

dark going from 'idc if you can't handle rejection~' at daisuke to being sooOOOOOO pissed off and offended when daisuke momentarily loses his memories and forgets who dark is, is so funny to me

[paintedvanilla]

Hmm let’s say hypothetically Tyler wasn’t around when something happens to the narrator like he gets mugged, jumped, something like that. Do u think he’d be beating himself up over it or would he just put the blame onto the narrator or maybe a mix of both lol.

Like I read a fic where the narrator had something like that happen to him where he was getting robbed & he kinda froze. Like yeah he knows how to fight, he does it every weekend but I can so see him just freezing when stuff like that happens out of nowhere.

I think it would be a secret third option, I think Tyler would neither be mad at the narrator or at himself but at whoever thought it was a good idea to jump his boyfriend. Trust he would be found a dealt with.

[dulcewrites]

I would like to hear more about these friday dinners if you have anything to share? 😄

all of them go to family therapy, and its Alicent’s idea. She always wanted to put her kids in it but viserys dragged his feet. By the time Alicent and viserys got divorced, Aegon and Helaena were probably old enough to just say no themselves. Alicent regrets not just doing it/pushing harder bc she thinks it could’ve helped her kids a lot. She sees a rift creating within Aemond’s family unit and jumps in.

They start going to it. The therapist tells them the best way to handle daella is to be open and honest as much as possible while trying show that their relationship won’t change. The Friday dinners are a compromise of that. Daella is at the age where she’s starting to realize what her parents do for a living isn’t normal especially aemond. If they are in the same city, fridays are THEIR night. He’s flown them out to wherever he is a couple of times.

So.. in terms of reader getting her lick back. Now I don’t condone this toxicity but… mother deserves it. It’s been of months since Aemond and alys have broken up. They have Friday dinner, and built a fort downstairs. Daella falls asleep and normally when that happens Aemond just goes home. But reader breaks open a bottle of wine. By the time they are done with it, reader is straddling aemond. Things just sort of… ended with them. There was no waning him, or the sex, out of her system. She’s just horny and the father of her child is annoyingly attractive. if y’all have seen scenes from a marriage when Jonathan and Mira…you know…the night they should be signing the papers… you get it

She wakes up to Aemond cooking pancakes and singing in the kitchen. She tries to say it nicely, but she tells him he needs get out 😭😭. That she doesn’t want daella to get the wrong idea of him staying over. He’s like ??? bc he’s thinking last night was going to lead to something more. Aemond makes a comment about leading people on, she bites back ‘well I wonder who I got that from’. Yeah… it’s messy. Aemond complains about it in therapy LMAO

[handfulofmuses]

Looking at all this from Vervain's perspective is so...man.

Because yeah sure, there was some animosity between him and Campion before, most of it due Vervain's pettiness but he wasn't obsessed with him until he saw Campion talking with the outsiders - that's when he is trying to prove that he is a traitor.

But he does not randomly point fingers. It's always when Campion did something. Heck, he made good points regarding his sudden appearance of the shining wires.

But then? He gets declared as deranged later, but turns out Campion was a spy after all. Of course he is going to laugh at his death because earlier in that episode people still thought he was insane.

And even as the truth is finally out that Campion is a traitor, the general just calls him a liar - Campion's name will be legend.

He is trying so hard to convince his chief that Campion was a traitor. I don't think it even has something to do with jealousy anymore, not after Vervain got a taste of his own medicine. This is about that he was right, that he got, in his eyes, judged unfairly.

But then later, Campion returns and the general falls for the same trick again. If I was in Vervain's shoes, then yeah, I would be incredibly frustrated with my boss as well. Vervain had to make a whole confession about him being a traitor, a coward, being weak but all it took was for Campion to be melodramatic and the general was like "haha mood. welcome back"

Dude doesn't even stick around. Just snarls and hops off. I felt that frustration.

[purposefully-lost]

THINKING ABOUT ALSO If Andy's ever dated any of the other girls on the basketball team? Them corning Chris and telling her about how he's great at kissing but don't expect him to go past third base and also he'll dump her as soon as he's bored so she shouldn't get attached go him???

Girl: I tried to return the favor and he pushed me off! I just wanted to touch him too 😒

Chris, aware he's a flaming homosexual: oh weird!

Different Girl: I tried to... you know, get him to take me home after the formal?? And he literally just... dropped me off at my house and left.

Chris: that's kind of funny

JUST his reputation as both a whore and a prude fhGNXNCNCB

Chris: they think you're a slut

Andy: oh well

Chris: but also you must have a tiny dick or you're mega religious because you won't let them fuck you

Andy: AW MAN, I can't be a Jesus Freak. Tell them we slept together and it was great! Please!

Chris: EW

Andy: 😭

ShdhDSHJDDJJDDJ Chris: no I'm telling them you're a Jesus freak just for asking me that ❤️

HDHAJAN BUT GOD she'd hate hearing about it so much??? Someone tells her what Andy did with them and before she can think about it she just says like "That's disgusting" dhdhNDSN