#delusional james

[ecstarry]

"One Day" situationship prongsfoot // @del-stars @star4daisy @v7lgar

“I think I’m lost,” James said, frustrated.

They had been going in circles for an hour, saying the same fucking thing but never quite understanding each other’s points.

“It’s not like you can have the 'Talk' while you’re still figuring things out—”

James opened his mouth to argue, but Sirius immediately pointed a scolding finger at him. Mockingly, James zipped his lips and nodded for him to continue, which only pissed Sirius off more.

“I know this might be hard for James Loverboy Potter to understand, but there is such a thing as too soon.” Sirius shot him a pointed look. “So, in the meantime, it’s a situationship.”

“Can I talk now?”

Sirius leaned in closer, retracing the path James had just followed to unzip his lips. “Yeah, go ahead.”

The smugness on James’ face washed away immediately. “Just because you’re figuring things out doesn’t mean you’re in a situationship.”

James didn’t pull back, and neither did Sirius. James shifted on the couch, trying to shake off the weird energy—or whatever it was that kept happening when they got too close.

Sirius carried on as if nothing had changed. “I don’t know. Sometimes you just aren’t sure what you want yet.”

“Then why not say that? That way, both people are on the same page about where they stand.”

They both leaned back, their heads resting against the couch, staring at the ceiling.

“Just because it doesn’t work for you doesn’t mean it won’t work for other people,” Sirius insisted.

James bumped his elbow against Sirius’ in silent demand for an example.

“Barty and Evan are—”

“No.” James quickly interrupted, sitting up straighter. Sirius followed. “Whatever they have going on should never be used as an example when talking about relationships.”

“Fair.”

“You can just say you’re seeing someone.”

“That’s so fucking vague,” Sirius argued.

“And situationship isn’t?” James countered.

“A situationship doesn’t have to be romantic—it can just be about sex.”

“Oh.”

He didn’t say more, afraid his voice would break.

James hated it. He told himself he just hated disagreeing with Pads—that it had nothing to do with the other night. Or with what happened during summer break. Or winter break.

Or with how badly he wanted it to keep happening. Again and again.

“What?” Sirius asked.

“I just didn’t know you saw it that way.” James closed his eyes tightly, trying to hold back tears.

He felt Sirius move closer—he knew even before Sirius’ hand reached his, before the fabric of his clothes made a single sound. He knew. James always knew when Sirius was near.

“Jamie.”

“Mhm?” Barely a sound left James’ lips.

“What are we talking about?”

“I don’t know,” James mumbled, finally opening his eyes, knowing he would find Sirius’ gaze already fixed on him.

“What ar—?”

Sirius gently took his hand and squeezed it. “Can we not talk about it anymore?”

“Yeah.”

Maybe one day, they could.

[blanc-ci]

finally watching TMP and ofc I love the reunion scene- but I especially can’t get over how obvious Spock’s thoughts are

Seeing Kirk, something he prepared for, he’s 99.9% certain he can handle:

And then McCoy is suddenly there, happy to see him, and he’s is wholly unprepared:

and BOOKS IT from the room

[spirkbitch]

my brother (a very “men can’t show each other any affection without someone calling it gay, can’t men just be friends anymore?” type of dude) has been watching TOS with me

it has taken him less than a season to realize that Kirk and Spock are, in fact, just in love with each other

[saintfaux]

[moonyflesh]

[🚬]

no thoughts- just Logan smoking some big ass cigar at any given moment.

[likeprongstostars]

some fem jegulus art ive been collecting over time + special cherry regulus for @messymoony

[knifeburrito]

Being sick will not stop me from drawing Trek.. even if the screen is too bright

[julietteriddle2009]

For all of you who didn't know, the Regulus star is located at the heart of the Leo constellation.

And call me delusional, but it's basically Jegulus spotted in the wild.

James is a Gryffindor and a gryphon is a mythological creature that is like an in-between for an eagle AND what? A lion.

So basically Regulus is at James' heart and they are star-crossed lovers.

[wishchip106]

gay people and their need to judge and stare ominously at everyone else

and then gayly look deeply into each other’s eyes

[roryheartz]

oh to be a girl flipping through teen magazines of Hayden in the 2000s 𓈒⟡₊⋆∘

[starofhisheart]

why did Jim react like that sksksks just Jim staring at Spock like he's planning their wedding pls

Spock: my mother thought she was a very fortunate earth woman to be married to my vulcan father

Jim: as am I

Spock: what

Bones: what

Jim: *heart eyes*

[outromoony]

"Maybe they survived... somehow." Me to every single character in the Marauders.

[blanc-ci]

HOW have I never seen any of you mention that in Plato’s Stepchildren Kirk is writhing and crawling and panting on the floor and being made to recite a Shakespearean sonnet THAT IS WIDELY AGREED UPON TO BE A METAPHOR ABOUT A MAN’S UNREQUITED CRUSH ON ANOTHER MAN??

[chasingthestarss]

My sister just said “and there is this fanfiction about Cho Chang like how the hell did they make a fanfic about her when there is hardly any sorce material”

And I just sat in marauders themed silence

[wannaeatramyeon]

How Lookism men confess to YOU they've caught feelings

G/N. Soft. Fluffy. All that good stuff. (Gun, Jake, Goo, James Lee/DG, Johan, Vin, Samuel, Eli, Ryuhei)

Gun opts for somewhere private, just the two of you. Whether that's his home, yours, or somewhere only you both know.

He tells you with certainty his feelings for you. That there's no point divulging if he didn't think it would work out, if you weren't better together.

Intensity radiates from him. His words, eyes, aura. He keeps his confession simple and to the point, unexpectedly romantic with how matter of fact he is.

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Jake thought he was being subtle, but there's a lot of prying eyes in the shadows.

He shoos the Big Deal members away in his best authoritative, no nonsense boss tone. The one he reserves to deal with serious matters. Which this is. Of utmost seriousness.

Behind his beaming toothy grin and confident stance are anxious eyes. His words are cheesy and well-rehearsed. Sincerity pulses through his every fibre, leaving you starry eyed and breath hitched.

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Goo announces his feelings with a grin on his lips.

Corners you somewhere crowded, at a completely inappropriate moment. But of course. It's only inappropriate if Goo deems it to be so, and there's no time like the present.

The words are said lightly, like he could play it off as a joke any moment. His ego too fragile for rejection. But his carefree attitude is off kilter, body language tense. Gaze steady and more serious than you have ever seen.

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James is flippant. The arrogant, cocky man claims you as his already. Confesses without any doubt in his mind that rejection could happen, or it could sting.

He's not a gambling man. Only plays when the odds are in his favour and the gains far outweighs the losses.

There's no ifs or buts. Talks about 'us' and 'we' and a future where you're by his side.

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Johan pulls out the words reluctantly and when you least expect. Like they will choke him if he keeps it from you any longer.

He says it without looking at you. Eyes fixed on the ground, a point in the distance, Miro, Eden, anywhere but you.

Brows knitted together, hands white knuckled. A second away from running away. But he needs to tell you, he has to. The words are too big to swallow down anymore.

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Vin peppers his confession with insults and half-jokes. A type of self defence to spare his heart.

Hands in pocket, like it's no big deal. Words spilling out, trying to inject indifference into them. Back against the wall, peering over at you. 

Sunglasses firmly on, eyes shielded. Because he can't bear to be any more vulnerable than he has to right now. His words are barbed and prickly, but his feelings are completely bared.

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Samuel offers his heart in between lofty promises and delusions of grandeur.

Words murmured against the back of your hand, breath ghosting over your skin. Eyes fixed on yours, fiery and almost challenging you to say no.

But a relentless phantom haunts him, one that he silences over and over again.

-That being by his side won't be enough, that offering you to be his queen is inadequate, lacking and there's so much more that you deserve.

Still, he promises you the world and is committed to giving you nothing less.

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Trepidation lines Eli’s words. Like he can’t believe he’s here again. After everything that has happened, with everything on his plate.

He’s forced himself to make room for you, carved out a part of his life.

He confesses in a cramped dusty room in Hostel. Sat opposite one another on rickety uneven chairs, so close your knees are touching and there’s no personal space left. 

Body leaning forward, craving your touch and proximity as he rids the last remnants of hesitancy and takes a leap of faith.

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Ryuhei tells you over and over again.

Until it becomes a daily mantra of sorts for him, and part of your day for you. At first as a joke, or at least you thought so. And then his earnestness snowballed until you could no longer ignore it.

He confesses, with the same sort of childish joy he always feels when he's with you. Tonight, his blood is thrumming in his vein and his pulse is beating in his ears.

With a hushed voice and hope in his eyes: he tells you once more.

[kingstarkingslay]

What if the reason why we get so attached to fictional characters is because they were supposed to be our soulmates but we were born in different universes