#hope you enjoyed James ☺️

[theotherbuckley]

Hi I am demanding Bucktommy + pet names thank you

As you wish 🫡

The first time Tommy calls Buck baby he damn near trips over his own feet. They’re walking along the beach front, hands brushing together until Buck gets the courage to grasp Tommy’s hand in his own. Tommy smiles at him, eyes crinkling in the corner in a way that has Buck melting beside him. He has no choice but to beam back, a dusting of pink blooming across his cheeks. It’s simple and it’s easy and Buck can’t believe he gets to have this.

This is their 5th date, or well, okay it’s their 6th but Buck likes to pretend the first one never happened. Tommy rolls his eyes fondly when Buck tells him that, shakes his head and says it really wasn’t so bad, it’s part of their history, so to speak, and you can’t erase that. Buck agrees, but that doesn’t stop him feeling a little bad about it anyway. But, they’re here now and that’s what matters.

It’s a sunny day, a few clouds dotting around the otherwise bright blue sky. There’s a light breeze in the air, enough that it has Buck shivering slightly. Tommy laughs beside him, shaking his head softly, “It’s like 70 degrees, how are you cold?” Tommy asks gently.

“It’s cold!” Buck insists, pouting slightly.

“You’re always cold, baby, I don’t know how you ever survived in Pennsylvania,” Tommy says.

The only thing that stops Buck falling flat on his face is Tommy’s hand still holding his own, pulling him back when he stumbles. Tommy raises his eyebrow at him in question.

“B-baby?” Buck asks, a deep blush rising on his cheeks, trailing down his neck, “that’s uh, that’s new.”

Tommy tilts his head, eyes looking at Buck so softly in a way that only Tommy can. “You like it?” he questions.

Buck is nodding so fast he feels dizzy. “Uh, yup, yep, it’s uh good.”

Tommy grins. “Good, cause you’re my baby,” he says winking at Buck.

Bucks sure that his face must match the colour of his birthmark now, not only does the pet name make Buck feel like a puddle of goo and Tommy’s feet, but Tommy called him his. Buck really really likes the sound of that. Unable to resist any longer, Buck pulls Tommy closer by their joined hands and kisses him deeply, his free hand coming to rest on Tommy’s neck.

When he pulls back, after a few extra chaste kisses to his mouth, Buck says smiles, “Now I have to come up with a name for you.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Tommy replies.

“Hmmm,” Buck tilts his head in thought. “Darling.”

Tommy scrunches his nose, in a way that Buck finds ridiculously adorable but knows it means that one’s off the table. “Hm, okay, okay, what about sweetheart?”

Tommy shakes his head, “you’re the sweetheart.” Buck blushes but nods.

“Okay, then what about doll?”

“Are you 100 years old?” Tommy says scrunching his face tighter. “You’re not very good at this, he says fondly.”

“Uh, rude!” Buck says in mock offence. “See if I’ll give you a pet name now, Thomas.”

Tommy opens is mouth wide in fake shock. “You’re an idiot,” he says, playfully hitting Buck in the chest.

“Nuh-uh,” Buck says, laughing as he shakes his head. “I’m your baby.”

“Damn right you are,” Tommy says softly, raising their joined hands and kissing Buck’s knuckles. “All mine.”

[soelstress]

Silent In the Library

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Summary: While on a mission with Bucky, both of you get creative to avoid detection.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI , nsfw , explicit sex/smut, fingering , p in v sex , unprotected sex , sex in a library , some language

A/N 1 - This is my second submission for @mercurial-chuckles Smutty September Fest. Thank you for doing this challenge, it's been fun playing around with the prompts.

A/N 2 - Prompts - Asked a friend to pick up to five prompts for me... of course I was given five so two stories it is 🙈 7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc) 14) Library sex for those dark academia vibes

A/N 3 - Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work - I think the photo was from the 'Fresh' Flaunt photoshoot but I saved it from Google

A/N 4 - Please let me know if I've missed a warning, knowing me it's more than likely. Hope you all enjoy ☺️

Your limited sight in the dark night only heightened your other senses. Branches of the hedge dug into the skin of your back, scraping the exposed flesh. Warm pants tickled your ear. The smell of fresh greenery swirled with cologne, but the hand around your throat prevented you from inhaling. Your heart pounded and breaths became shorter, you couldn’t take much more.

“Come with me”.

You froze when he suddenly crumpled to the ground without a noise. Not daring to even breathe, your eyes darted around. A shift in the shadows caught your attention, moonlight softly reflecting off black and gold Vibranium to reveal the presence of your saviour. You took a deep breath in relief, the sudden rush of air triggering a coughing fit. “What took you so long?” 

A scoff reached you long before the outline of your mission partner, barely visible in his dark attire. “Despite what Sam believes, I do not have ‘cyborg x-ray vision’. Took me awhile to dodge security AND find you. In a maze. That’s out of bounds. Couldn’t have made it any easier for me, could you?” He stopped near you, pausing as your coughing fit didn’t seem to be easing. “You ok?”

You raised your arms in an attempt to ease your spluttering. After a few moments, it slowed. “Unfortunately for you, yes”. You took a few slow breaths before turning to him. “Sorry for any extra paperwork, I’m sure you’d prefer that to having to deal with me”.

“I can handle paperwork. What I can’t handle is Sam complaining if something happens to you. I wanted to throw him off the plane because he grilled me for a bruise that you got. After our last mission. Tripping over thin air”. Though you couldn’t see his face, you could feel the weight of his trademark scowl. Hopefully he couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks from his words which unfortunately were true. “So can we please try to keep you in one piece to complete the mission and the journey home?”

Right. The mission. The one requiring you to break into the mansion of a former Hydra informant to retrieve a drive that contained information on old Hydra bases and activities. The one that Sam swore would be best to infiltrate on the night of a big party to avoid rousing suspicion. The one he insisted on pairing you and Bucky together. James Bucky Barnes - tonight’s savour, the reason you had previously tripped over thin air, and ultimately your unrequited crush. Part of you wanted to kill Sam who teased you mercilessly for your crush but the other part relished the chance to work closely with the sinfully sexy Super Soldier.

The pair of you had decided to attend the party separately, providing two opportunities to grab the drive, but also separate alibis if required. On arrival, you had started by trying to sneak upstairs to the library. But one lone security guard had thwarted your effort and then proceeded to follow you. In a desperate attempt you tried to escape him in the maze but he had cornered you. He had toyed with you, threatening to take you to the host when Bucky had stepped in. 

A soft grunt interrupted your musings. Bucky had picked up the security guard and removed his phone. Walking a few strides to where two hedges met to form a corner, Bucky carefully launched the guard to land on top of the eight foot hedges so he was out of sight from anyone walking by. You couldn’t help chuckling at the sight. Together you both started to follow the path of the maze in a companionable silence. A few turns had been made and in the distance you could see pinpricks of light from the mansion. Bucky’s warm hand grabbed your wrist. “Someone’s coming” he murmured. You knew he’d be thinking about how to fight his way out as quietly as possible. But with one guard down already, you couldn’t risk attracting further attention.  And only one of you had Super Soldier speed. An idea burst into your mind as you glanced around, seeing a small path in the hedge that led to a dead end after a few paces. 

 You turned and yanked him toward you. “What -“ his question was cut off when you pulled him into a fierce kiss. Bucky froze. You were certain he’d shorted circuited and that you would end up having to fight your way through. Pulling away, you made to turn and face the approaching threat but Bucky guided you backwards towards the small path. His left arm cushioned your back from the hedge, hand cupping the back of your head. His nose and lips drifted along your neck and collarbone, growling when your hands gripped the lapels of his jacket in an effort to pull him closer. Lost in a fog of desire, you felt your body trying to meld to his. His right hand gripped your waist, your leg starting to lift up to his waist in response when he froze again. “They’re gone”. Reality washed over you like a cold tidal wave, the heat of embarrassment soon fighting with the chill you’d felt a moment ago. Though you craved so badly to stay pressed to him, you knew that he didn’t feel the same as you. Besides which and most importantly, you had a job to do. Unclenching your fingers from his jacket, you tried to lower your leg discreetly and checked your appearance as a cover. Bucky unwound his arms from around you but didn’t step back. “What was that?”

Face burning, you sidestepped him with a shrug. “All your training and you don’t know how hard it is to run in heels, let alone fight”. As you walked, you could feel heat in your belly and slick pooling in your panties. Unbelievable. You’d acted like a horny teenager - sharing one kiss and then pressing against him as he held you. How the hell had you lost control like that? There were a few moments of your footsteps before you heard Bucky’s tread catch up. Tension was thick as you silently headed towards the mansion. Leaving the maze, you saw people making their way indoors. 

You avoided looking at Bucky. “I’ll mingle”.

“I’ll hit the bar”. 

Both of you separated at the bottom of the stairs, joining the crowds to drift inside. You began to work your way around the room, spending a few minutes in various conversations and contributing noises of agreement or amusement. It would be enough for the fellow guests to notice you in the moment but difficult to remember later while also giving you a good cover in case security was watching. After thirty minutes, you walked down the hallway that led to the ladies room on the next floor but also the main stairs that led to the library on the top floor. 

“Sam’s gonna kill me, your back looks like you got in a fight with an alley cat”. The rough timbre rumbled in your ear. 

Shrugging, you cautiously began to climb the stairs. “Some guys these days can’t manhandle a woman properly. It’s not the first time I’ve been roughed up”. Bucky fell silent as you moved towards the landing of the next floor. You hadn’t noticed the scratches on your back, Bucky must have effectively shielded your back when he pushed you into the hedge. You bit your lip to hold in a soft moan at the thought. From the way the way he’d handled you and the security guard in the maze, you knew that his version of roughing up would be very different.

“Hold up, doll. Security’s sweeping the stairs. Just lean over and wave like you’ve seen someone”. Doing as instructed, you leaned against the railing. Somehow your gaze landed on Bucky at the bar. A choked gasp escaped your mouth at the first clear sight of him. You knew he wore black from his camouflage trick in the maze. But this was something else. Dressed in a form fitting black suit with tousled hair and stubble dusting his cheeks, he had your heart and mind racing. “See something you like, toots?” Caught in a blue gaze, you blinked before waving. Bucky raised a crystal glass of amber liquid, the black jacket looking snug against his beefy arms and broad chest. 

Taking that as a signal to start moving again, you quietly hurried back along the corridor. “Almost didn’t recognise you without that scowl Barnes. You actually look decent”. 

A soft chuckle sounded through the comm, sounds of movement following. You figured Bucky had left the bar. “Well you clean up nicely too. Almost mistook you for a dame in that dress” he teased. As you crept up the final stairway, a mirror was placed opposite the steps and you took a moment to admire the dress you wore. A black velvet maxi dress that was strapless and had a slit up the left side hugged your body. Blushing slightly, you couldn’t help feeling pleased that he had noticed. Reaching the top of the stairs, you moved towards the correct door. 

You glanced behind you before carefully opening the door to the library, slipping inside before you closed it and looked around. Two walls were lined with books, every floor to ceiling shelf filled carefully and pristinely kept. The door you had just walked through was also framed with shelves of books. A giant rustic stone fireplace dominated the fourth wall to your left, a roaring fire illuminating an abstract painting mounted above it. Chesterfield seats were scattered through out the room. A pleasant smell of old books and leather soothed your nerves and you found yourself relaxing. Approaching the fireplace to examine the painting closely, you were suddenly yanked backwards into the left corner of the room near the door. As you wriggled, you managed to elbow your assailant before being restrained. “Calm down toots! It’s me” Bucky grunted in your ear before letting you go. 

“I thought men from the forties were gentlemen?” Grumbling, you turned and straightened your dress before looking at him to see him rubbing where you’d jabbed him. “Gotta say Barnes, grabbing a lady like that tarnishes your reputation as a charmer”. 

Bucky smirked, his face half hidden in darkness. “Depends on your definition of lady, doll. Besides you’re the one who said about being poorly handled in the maze”. You flushed, earlier thoughts of him handling you resurfacing. “Anyway, come look at this”. He pointed towards the left side of the fireplace. On closer inspection you noticed that the fireplace was not built flush into the wall but instead the stone sides jutted a few feet into the room. Before you could ask if the old man needed his eyes checked, he gently took your elbow and led to you the right side of the fireplace. A little corner nook was formed where the fireplace wall met the bookshelf of the adjoining wall. Near the corner a bookshelf slightly wider than Bucky was built in. “There’s an electronic book safe a few shelves up”.

Glancing around, you saw a rolling ladder on a track. You made to move when Bucky beat you to wheeling it as close as possible, but there was a small gap between the shelf and the ladder. Frowning, you glanced at Bucky who nodded and moved to hold the ladder on one side. As you climbed carefully up the rungs, you heard him move to hold both sides to stop the ladder from rolling. Carefully opening the safe cover, you saw the electronic key pad with the spaces for a five digit number flashing. Looking at the buttons, you could see five buttons had been pressed more frequently than others. As the possibilities for the code ran through your head and you eliminated any as a birthday or memorable date, you thought about how the owner of this mansion had become involved, anything you could remember about his background - of course. You scoffed softly and entered the code. 4-9-3-7-2. The lock clicking open echoed in the quiet room. Shaking your head, you reached into the safe and pulled out a small drive the size of a quarter before sealing the safe and replacing the book cover. You began to descend the ladder, carefully feeling for each step before moving. 

Reaching the last rung, you felt Bucky behind you. Inhaling deeply you slowly turned, using the rungs for support until you found yourself eye to eye with him. Without a word he took the drive from you and slipped it in his breast pocket. His flesh hand cupped your cheek. Blazing blue eyes searched your soul before his lips brushed over yours. Warmth rushed through every fibre of your body. As he pulled back slightly, you ached with want, with need. Lifting your right hand from the rung you caught his stubbled chin and pressed a kissed to the dimple before ghosting a kiss at each corner of his mouth. With a sharp inhale Bucky kissed you softly, almost reverently. He deliberately took his time, a sharp contrast to the fierce kiss in the maze. This was so much better than you had ever imagined, his lips firm and soft though roughened by the stubble peppering his face. You gasped when his tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking access to your mouth. Once granted his tongue carefully tasted and teased, licking along your teeth and sending shivers down your spine. His tongue brushed yours and you could taste the whiskey he had been nursing earlier. Your thighs pressed together at his luscious licks, imagining that wicked tongue somewhere else. The hand holding his chin moved to drift through his hair while the other arm wrapped around his thick frame. Chests pressed together your leg slowly slid up and wrapped around his waist, grinding against him as you captured and sensually suckled his tongue. With a groan Bucky lifted you off the ladder and held you close. Your other leg wrapped around him as you continue to rub against him. 

Bucky’s lips moved to leave  a wet trail on your face, neck and chest. His right hand moved down your dress and snuck in along the slit. Cerulean eyes widened when he found how wet you were for him.

“The maze” you whisper, answering his unasked question.  

Nuzzling your neck, his fingers slid under the material and glided through your soaking folds. You bit back a moan when he brushed over your clit. One thick finger pushed  inside you, causing you to arch into him. “Fuck… so tight, baby”. As he moaned in your ear, another finger entered you. His thumb brushed your clit as his fingers curled upward. “Squeezing me so tight… God you feel so good”. The only sound that you could hear was your panting and the sound of his fingers fucking you. A burning pressure began to build.

“Barnes” you whimpered, humping his hand frantically. 

“That’s it sweet girl, cum for me”. Bucky’s smile widened as you clamped down on his fingers, his mouth swooping down over yours to catch any noise. 

Using his Vibranium arm to lift you higher, Bucky’s flesh hand fumbled to undo the waistband of his trousers. The sound of a zipper opening reached your ears. Searching blindly your fingers grasped his hot velvet flesh and gently squeezed the tip.

“Been hard since I first saw you in this dress earlier today”. Your eyes widened at the understanding Bucky had wanted you before leaving for the mission. “I wanted to break the fingers of that asshole who dared to touch you”. 

Longing flooded you at the dark threat. “Want you so much. Bucky… Please” you whimpered.

As he rubbed the head of his cock through your folds and over your clit his gaze burned into you, marking you. Lowering you slowly onto his cock, both of you groaned as the thick flesh stretched you deliciously. Once his groin met yours, you let out a small whine at being filled so deeply. 

Before he could move the door to the room opened, chatter and light filling the quiet space. Bucky quietly pushed the ladder back toward its original position before pressing you against the fireplace wall, only the length of the fireplace wall and shadows caused by the fire hiding your presence from the newcomers. Bucky’s eyes never left yours but you could tell his attention was elsewhere. Annoyance swept through you at the second interruption of the night chased by desire. Right now, you didn’t care that your mission was to infiltrate the home of a Hydra agent to steal essential intelligence. Right now, all that mattered was that Bucky - the man who you’d wanted for so long -  was here with you, inside you. These people could notice you at any moment, could catch Bucky balls deep inside you… 

At the thought, your core clenched around him which caused Bucky to let out a muffled curse. His dark brow raised in silent query. You’d never felt so exposed, so reckless and you wanted him in it with you. Rocking your hips, you tried to start moving against him. Bucky’s hold on you tightened as he shifted. A whimper escaped you as he nudged your clit with his movements. His flesh hand covered your mouth, both of you straining to hear any hints that you had been detected. But the chatter carried on, ignorant to the raw exhibition only a few feet away. 

Bucky placed a single finger against your lips in warning. You gently licked his finger before nipping the tip and sucking it into your mouth. Jaw dropping, he inhaled slowly before he began to move. Tongue swirling around the digit, your sucking matched the pace of his slow and steady thrusts. As his body temperature began to rise you were caught in a delightful concoction of senses - Bucky’s scent of sandalwood mixed with the smell of the library, drowning in the depths of his loving and lustful gaze, tasting the slight tang of your arousal on his finger and the feel of his body caging you as you clung tightly to Bucky, trying to pull him even closer. Cautiously he positioned you against the shelf, leaving you immobilised and unable to do anything except continue to take his measured movements. He began to roll his hips and pulled back before repeating the motion. As a wave of heat began to build, you could swear you felt his cock harden further. “Cum” he breathed in your ear. The dam broke and the tidal wave of pleasure overwhelmed you. Feeling a cry rise in your throat you kissed Bucky desperately. With a gasp he twitched inside you, filling you as he rolled his hips to prolong the pleasure as long as possible.

Distantly, you heard the door open and close. Only the gentle crackling of the fire and soft panting filled the room now. Bucky lowered you till you stood on slightly wobbly legs and slowly pulled out of you. Removing a handkerchief from his pocket, he carefully wiped between your legs before doing the same to himself. Eyes locked with yours, he tugged your underwear and dress back into place before tucking himself back into his pants, placing the folded handkerchief into his pants pocket. Leaning forward he caught your mouth in a soft tender kiss. “That should’ve been our first kiss” he murmured. 

“So what happens now?” You hated to think that this had only happened because of the mission, that nothing had changed. When his fingers entwined with yours, you were surprised to see him smiling softly.

“Long term? I want to court you baby, for you to be my girl and me to be your guy. But now? We leave, head home and handover the drive”. A twinkle danced in his eye as his smile changed to a smirk. “And then I want to hear you all night. No interruptions. No being quiet.” His brow puckered in confusion when you giggled. “What?”

“Looks like we’ll both be giving Sam something to complain about”.

[geeky-politics-46]

"Q" for bucky barnes pls & thank ☺️

- @buckymorelikefuckme

I was really hoping for some Bucky asks! I don't write for him near as much as I would like to.

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

Bucky was never loud in bed before, but now, after everything he's been through, he enjoys making noise. He likes just letting go and not holding anything back. Whining and moaning to show you how good you're making him feel. Lots of cursing and pet names. He will even moan and swear when he's going down on you to show you just how much he is enjoying himself. He's discovered he really likes a bit of dirty talk. He loves telling you all the filthy things he wants to do to you. Giving you praise that's both sweet and naughty.

"Fuck babydoll, I couldn't stop thinking about your perfect pussy. Swear I've been hard since our last date."

"You have no idea what you do to me. I'm never letting you out of my bed again. You feel like you were made to take my cock."

He loves hearing you whimper, and he swears he's never heard a prettier sound than you moaning his name. Especially when you switch from calling him Bucky to calling him James. That's how he knows he's got you right on the edge of cumming. He never wants anyone to call him James ever again because he only wants to here you say it in that breathy way you do when he's pounding into you. He loves when he can make you actually scream his name loud enough that Steve has to come knock on the door telling you to be quiet because he can't sleep with the noise. It's at this point that Bucky loves to tease you that Steve actually just wants you to be quiet because your pretty little noises have gotten him hard and he hates that you aren't screaming his name instead. He'll tell you you're such a good girl for letting his best friend hear how naughty you are. That maybe you two should let Steve watch. When he feels you clench around his cock at that suggestion he'll growl and tease you even more about how needy you are.

Steve has asked Stark to soundproof Bucky's room multiple times to no avail, Bucky just sees that as a challenge and tries to make you scream louder. Tony thinks it's funny.

Picked this gif because you know he would play innocent to the noise complaints in front of everyone at first. Then back to trying to make you even louder behind closed doors.

[atsro-slut]

Hiiii! I'd love maybe a little angsty story of fem!reader x James, where you're "forced" to watch James chase after Lily for years and see her turn him down while you have had feelings for him for a while? I'd love a happy ending, but again, you're completely free to do whatever you want! ☺️❤️

The Waiting game

Hi!! I LOVE writing James! I hope you enjoy!!!!

James Potter x Female!Reader

Y/N’s been in love with James Potter for years, but watching him chase after Lily Evans is starting to feel like an endless, heart-wrenching sport—until one moment changes everything.

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:☆

For as long as Y/N could remember, James Potter had been a constant presence in her life—an overconfident, mischievous Gryffindor with a smile that could light up the entire room. They’d been friends for years, but over time, something inside Y/N had shifted. She wasn’t just his friend anymore. She was in love with him.

But it was always the same, wasn’t it?

James had never looked at her the way he looked at Lily Evans.

Y/N watched, helpless and heartbroken, as James chased after Lily, time and time again. He’d approach her with that swaggering confidence, his usual bravado, but each time, Lily would shake her head with that little smile of hers and walk away. She was kind, but firm. And James, never one to back down easily, would persist—always a little more wounded after each rejection, but never giving up.

Y/N couldn’t blame Lily. She’d heard all the stories—James’s past arrogance, his pranking tendencies, and his cocky attitude that had once driven people away. But Y/N had always seen the good in him, the kindness that lay just beneath the surface. She knew who James was when he wasn’t trying to impress anyone. But no matter how much she tried to show him, he never seemed to notice.

And so, for years, Y/N had played the part of the supportive friend, the one who watched from the sidelines as James continued to pour his heart into a girl who, despite how hard he tried, would never be his.

She didn’t think it would hurt as much as it did, but each failed attempt chipped away at her. It was agonizing, watching him hang onto a love that was never going to be returned, and knowing all along that the person he should be with was standing right there, waiting in the wings, quietly wishing for him to see her.

It was the beginning of their seventh year at Hogwarts, and James had just been shot down by Lily yet again. Y/N had witnessed it all, of course—James standing in the middle of the hallway, his hands stuffed in his pockets, looking every bit the arrogant prat he used to be, but with a sad edge she knew too well. Lily had walked past him with a smile and a few soft words of rejection, and James had taken it in stride, even though his shoulders had slumped slightly afterward.

Y/N stood in the background, watching the scene unfold. Her heart ached as she saw how much he cared, how much he tried, and how it never seemed to make a difference.

She couldn’t do this anymore. She couldn’t keep pretending that it didn’t hurt, pretending that it didn’t kill her every time he poured his heart out to Lily, all the while barely noticing that the girl who was always there for him was standing right beside him, ready to catch him when he fell.

Later that evening, Y/N found herself in the Gryffindor common room, pacing in front of the fireplace. The flames crackled in the silence, but she couldn’t seem to calm her racing thoughts. She was tired—tired of watching James get his heart broken, tired of standing by and letting him go after someone who wasn’t interested, tired of feeling invisible.

It wasn’t fair.

"Hey, you okay?"

Y/N froze at the familiar voice. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. James Potter. Of course it was him.

She turned around slowly, forcing a smile as she saw him standing in the doorway, a little rumpled from a long day of classes. He looked at her with that concerned expression, his messy hair falling into his eyes, the same one he always wore when he thought something was wrong.

"Yeah, I’m fine," she said, her voice a little more clipped than she intended.

James raised an eyebrow. "You sure? You’ve been acting off all day."

Y/N took a deep breath, willing herself not to let the emotion take over. "I’m just… I’m tired, James."

He nodded and moved closer, sitting down beside her on the couch. "I get it. It’s been a long day."

Y/N swallowed hard. "Yeah. Long day."

There was a beat of silence between them, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Y/N could feel James’s presence beside her, could feel the warmth of his body so close to hers, and for a brief moment, she thought she might finally tell him. She might finally admit that she’d loved him for years, that she’d been right here, quietly waiting for him to see her.

But then, just as she opened her mouth to speak, he did what he always did.

"I don’t get it, Y/N," James said with a frustrated sigh. "Why won’t Lily just give me a chance? I know she likes me—I know she does. She’s just being stubborn."

Y/N’s heart clenched. It was like a punch to the gut. She bit her lip, her eyes stinging as she tried to keep her emotions in check. "Maybe… maybe she doesn’t see you the way you see her."

James looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Y/N said, forcing herself to meet his gaze, "maybe she’s not the one for you. I’ve seen how hard you’ve tried, James. But sometimes… sometimes, you have to accept that someone just isn’t going to love you the way you want them to."

The words hung in the air, heavy and raw, and Y/N immediately regretted saying them. She felt like she’d exposed a part of herself she hadn’t meant to, and she hated it.

James was quiet for a moment, his brows furrowed as he stared at her. "What are you talking about, Y/N?" he asked, his voice softening. "You’ve always been there for me. You’re my best friend. You know that, right?"

Y/N nodded, but it didn’t ease the pain. "Yeah. I know."

"Then what’s this about me and Lily?" James pressed, looking confused but genuinely concerned. "I just… I don’t get it. Why would you say that?"

And then, it happened. The moment that Y/N had been dreading. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. The flood of emotions burst forth, and before she could stop herself, she blurted out, "Because, James, I’m in love with you."

The words felt like they had physically struck her, and she could barely breathe as she watched his face fall into a mask of confusion.

"Y/N, I… what?" James’s voice was soft, like he hadn’t understood, like he hadn’t heard her properly. But the look on his face, the dawning realization that was beginning to spread across his features, made Y/N want to disappear.

"I’ve been in love with you for years, James," she said, her voice shaking now, all of the pent-up frustration and heartache spilling out. "I’ve watched you chase after Lily, I’ve seen you get your heart broken over and over again, and all I’ve done is stand by and pretend it doesn’t kill me. But it does, James. It does. I’m just… I’m tired of pretending that I don’t care when you’re hurting. I’m tired of pretending that I don’t love you."

James’s eyes widened as he processed her words. He opened his mouth to say something, but Y/N cut him off.

"You don’t have to say anything," she said quickly, standing up. "I know this isn’t what you expected. It doesn’t matter. I’ll be fine. I’m always fine. I’m used to it."

But before she could turn away, James grabbed her wrist, pulling her back gently but firmly. She froze, heart pounding in her chest as she looked at him, waiting for him to say something—anything.

"Y/N…" he whispered, his voice softer than it had ever been. "You don’t get it, do you?"

Her breath caught in her throat. "What?"

James stepped closer, his face inches from hers, and for the first time in years, he looked at her with the same intensity he’d always reserved for Lily. "I’ve been an idiot. I never saw it before, but now I do. I’ve been so blinded by Lily that I didn’t realize the one I was meant to be with was standing right in front of me the whole time."

And with that, James leaned in and kissed her—softly at first, like he was testing the waters, but soon deepening the kiss as the flood of years of longing poured out of him. It was a kiss full of apology, of realization, of everything they had both been too afraid to say.

When they pulled away, James smiled at her, his eyes full of something Y/N had never seen before—something tender, something real.

"I’m sorry, Y/N," he said quietly, his voice full of sincerity. "I should’ve seen it sooner."

Y/N smiled through the tears in her eyes, finally feeling like all the pieces had clicked into place. "I’m just glad you finally did."

And for the first time in years, it felt like everything was exactly as it should be.

[littlewriterfullofwords]

I have a request for james,James loses his interest in lily after arriving as a guest at another wizarding school come hogwart and starts to have an interest in reader from the guest school🤭

Sure thing! Hope you enjoy☺️

Something About You

Parring: James Potter x gn!reader

Summary: You loved new friendships but there was something wrong about this one

Warnings: kinda obsessed Lily, quite quiet James, little fluff I guess

A/N: Hello. Hope you enjoy reading that☺️ Let me know!

"And here, we eat." Again, after 30 minutes of showing the school, you and a brown haired guest student ended up in the Big Hall. "Also we have big meetings here as well."

"Just like in Hogwarts." The girl by your side smiled shyly. "Our Great Hall is exactly the same as your Big Hall. Big room for big things."

"Of course your Great Hall is like our Big Hall." Out of nowhere, your classmate, and another guest student, appeared in the hallway. "And to make it funnier, it's exactly the same as the Great Hall in the Durmstrang."

"No one asked." You playfully rolled your eyes and then gently smacked his arm. "Lily, shall we go outside?"

"Yeah. Can we take James with us?" Asked the girl from Hogwarts, her eyes almost reminded you of a puppy.

"That's not my decision to make." You shrugged and looked at your classmate who only nodded. "Let's go then."

You all might ask "why were Hogwarts' students in Ilvermorny?" Coming with the explanation in 3, 2, 1.... For fun. Really. The teachers from both schools had decided that students exchange would have a great impact on open-mindedness and friendliness. So they organised the exchange and here we were.

"So." Lily, who was happily scanning the yard, stopped her eyes on you. "Do you have your favourite subject? Mine is alchemy."

"I'm good at defence against the dark arts." Stated nonchalantly your classmate as if it was the most well-known thing in the whole world. "You too James, right?"

"Well, I'm not that bad, I guess." Murmured James and shrugged his shoulders. "But I prefer transmutation. What about you, Y/N?"

The question was directed your way, yet at first you didn't answer. You were taken aback how your name sounded in James's lips. It was different from anyone ever saying that, softer, even magical.

"Oh, sorry." When you remembered you were supposed to answer, your cheeks turned red in embarrassment. "I like ancient history and runes."

"Yeah, of course you do." Now it was your classmate who rolled eyes playfully. "You would be scribbling those little signs everywhere."

"That's for protection."

"That's for protection."

Who would think that you and a guest student would be so good together. Saying the same things at the same moment? That only happens with friends.

"Wow, pump the hate breaks, guys." Your friend chuckled nervously. "No need to yell at me."

"We don't yell." Answered James and ran his fingers through his dark hair.

We?

Why did it sound so good?

The days were passing by so quickly that you didn't realise 2 weeks of the exchange passed. 2 more to go!

But that wasn't the only thing you noticed. The eyes. Brown eyes hidden behind the glasses were almost everywhere. And were following you and your every step.

"James!" Lily waved at her friend, who was walking out of the classroom with your friend, as they approached the two of you.

The little satisfaction when Potter stopped by your side, no Lily's, made your eyes shine a bit more than normally, that's why you looked at the ceiling to hide the sparks.

You felt Evans stiffening up a bit by your side and heard her sharply inhaling the air. She wasn't happy about that.

"Let's go to the Big Hall." Offered your friend and the four of you headed to the big room on the first floor where the late lunch was being served.

Nothing would be weird or unusual except for James walking by your side. His hand would, from time to time, brush against yours, making you shiver underneath your robe.

"James." Lily turned her face to her friend who only hummed in exchange. "Did you know that one of the creators was called 'James'?"

"Yeah. I heard." The answer was a lot colder than it should be, and for sure his attitude towards Lily changed since their arrival.

"The funny thing is, we are older than you." Joked your classmate. "By the whole 637 years."

When all of you reached the Big Hall, Lily quickly changed her spot, so she could easily sit next to James. You only smiled at that, it was cute on one side but a bit annoying on the other. But it wasn't your deal.

As many of you had noticed, James was seeking your presence. That's why he sat next to you in the Big Hall, even moved closer.

"So what are your plans for the future?" You asked, taking sips of pumpkin juice from your cup.

"I wanna go and take a nap." Whispered your classmate for what you kicked him under the table. "What? I wanna sleep!"

"Plans for the future! Like the future future." You explained in a way no one could misunderstand. "In 15, 20 years?"

"I wanna be a teacher in Hogwarts." Said Lily, her fingers tracing the decoration on the fork. "Probably charms."

"What about you, James?" You asked calmly. "What do you plan?"

"I want to be an auror. Or a Quidditch player."

Was it something you expected? Partially. Being an auror also ran through your head, many times. But did it suit you? Maybe.

"Y/N." You looked at Potter whose hand was on yours. "You zoned out."

"Yeah, sorry." You smiled shyly, eyes moving from one person to another. "What was going on?"

"We were waiting for your answer." Explained Lily. "About the future."

"Oh, right." You nodded slowly. "Either an auror, like James, or a minister of MM."

"Oh, Merlin." Your classmate rolled his eyes. "Right, you wanna change the world. You an-"

"That's amazing." James interrupted your friend and with a smile on his lips was looking at you. "Tell me more about that."

It wasn't 'us', it was 'me'.

Something inside of you started to scream that it woke the butterflies up, giving you the ache.

That was the moment you knew James prefered you. You over Lily.

[anauro]

How do I ask everything?

But tell me more about t4t jocks we love t4t a lot 🫶🏼

Hi Chris!

I was hoping someone would ask about this one! It’s pwp one shot where basically James and regulus are sports rivals who accidentally find out they’re both trans and decide to make the best of the situation 😏

It’s probably some of the easiest writing I managed to do in a while and can’t wait to finish it completely. Fun fact: it’s one of the fics I was gonna post on anon, but my new year resolution is to not be afraid to put my name down on my work ☺️

NSFW snippet below the cut

With his dignity out of the window, he moans loudly as Regulus sucks him through the climax, flicking his clit at a set pace.

Now Regulus Black will forever know just what James sounds like when he orgasms and no sassy remark or unintentionally deliberate shove will make him forget.

James comes down from his high equally quickly and watches mortified as Regulus rises to his feet with a smug look on his face.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Potter?”

James straightens up his back and covers himself with his hands. He notices Regulus glances down, clocking James’ action in, but doesn’t say anything.

“I’d rather you didn’t call me by my surname after you just did that.”

“Did what?” Regulus raises his eyebrow. “Licked you so good you came in under five minutes?”

Yes.

Exactly that.

[hedonisticeiram]

hello my absolutely lovely mutual 🤗 hope ur doing amazing!! do you have any lily or rosekiller hcs to spare 🙏🏾🧎🏾‍♀️🤺

I'm doing good, thanks for asking! ☺️ like wise.

Lily:

Lily is Pansexual. She is all hearts not parts. 🌈

She observes everyone that's why she is the first to notice Peter changing, but doesn't want to hurt James by voicing her suspicion.🫠

Snape was her best friend, once she started to care for him back he called her a MB. Effectively killing any feelings she had for him romantically. Out of shame/heartbreak she never tells a soul this. 😓

Her first kiss was Mary sending her into a gay panic. Later she asked Remus to kiss her so she knew if she was gay or not. They both learned something that day. 😬

Lily does blood magic. ✨

She notices the change in Regulus because James watches Regulus and she watches James. 🤫

Lily realized she was Pansexual when she met Pandora who is nonbinary and gender fluid. Some days she was masc presenting and others high fem both days Lily found her beautiful. 🥰

Rosekiller:

Barty likes the way Evan smells to the point of grabbing his hand and covering his nose and mouth. Its comforting. When he's having a panic attack Evan will sit Barty on his lap one arm around his waist holding him in place, hand on his face. Talking to him till he's calm.

Evan is more reserved than Barty but is a certified Yapper when they are alone. He talks to him for hours about anything and everything. He likes bugs, knifes, muggle comics, cosmetics, hair dye, piercings and is interested in muggle tattoos. He wouldn't dare tell anyone else this.

Barty has a soft spot for his house elf Winky because she was his only friend as a child. Evan finds this out during a holiday break when Barty cooks dinner for her inviting Evan over so they can have a holiday dinner.

When Evan gets overwhelmed he would S/H. Once Barty finds out he doesn't shame him, he just sits and ask if he can try. Evan lets Barty carve designs in his skin so that he doesn't S/H. Barty helps him not think, letting Evan slip into a sub space. Barty will heal them when he's done and give him after care. They share a blood kink. 😮‍💨

Barty likes Shibari he is a rigger and Evan is a Rope bunny. Evan likes Body suspension he is the rigger and Barty is the suspender. They are both Switches.🫶

Hope you enjoy them 🫣❤️‍🔥🫡

[vinvantae]

Would you be up for more scotty x daniel x reader? I feel like they are such a funny trio😭

I’ve written it as a sequel to Playing Cupid ❤️ hope that’s what you were after! Sorry for the delay, hope you enjoy ☺️

Playing Stupid

It had been a year since you and Daniel had been set up by your best friend Scotty on a blind date and since then you’d somehow become even closer. And, you’d always been aware of it, but wherever there was Daniel, there was Scotty. Their friendship was one of your favourite things about your boyfriend and you more often than not found yourself joining in with their antics.

Poor Chloe

“Scotty! Why have I found 28 miniature ducks around the house?”

You bit your lip to hold back the smile as Chloe came into the living room - her hands cupped together to hold the small pile of yellow plastic.

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe.”

She frowned. “Daniel… y/n… why are there ducks all around my house.”

“We’ve definitely not hidden 100 of them.” Daniel said, as straight of a face as he could muster - it didn’t help that you were giggling into your hands.

“What the fuck.” She laughed. “Well that explained why I found one inside the bottle of hand soap.”

You wanted to tell her, you wanted to say you’d only hidden 99 but the three of you had spent so long placing them that you didn’t want to ruin the fun. And as time went on Chloe had started lining up each duck she found on the coffee table, a small army surrounding the coasters - a questioning brow raised by guests but not a word spoken as they knew just what kind of nonsense Scotty frequently got up to.

When you returned to the James household a few weeks later, the woman in question grabbed your biceps and squeezed. “Where is it?”

“Where’s what?”

“The last duck, y/n. I can’t find the last duck.”

You glanced at Scotty over your shoulder who gave you a pleading look not to say anything. “I don’t know which ones you’ve found, babe, so I won’t know which one you’re missing.”

She whined and smacked Scotty with the sleeve of her sweater. “I’m going to murder you all.”

“Just forget about the duck, babe. We’ve got company.” He hummed, winking in your direction. “Y/n, why don’t you come help me in the kitchen?”

You nodded and followed the snowboarder into the kitchen, placing the bottle of wine you’d brought with you on the counter. “This is going to drive that poor girl crazy, I think we need to come clean with her.”

“I will. Just… one more day.” He smirked. “So, you and Danny still going strong?”

“Yeah, thanks to you. Can’t believe it’s been a whole year.” You smiled softly, taking wine glasses as Scotty passed them to you. “It’s crazy how we could’ve been doing this the whole time.”

“You’re both idiots that’s why.”

You shoved him lightly. “Hence why we needed the captain of the idiots to shove us in the right direction.”

“Got that right, cheers to that.”

The two of you clinked empty wine glasses together before carrying drinks and snacks into the living room - where Daniel was desperately trying to hold in the laughter at the sight in front of him. Chloe was knelt in front of the coffee table showing him the ducks, explaining where she’d found each one. “I’m just missing one. Where did you put it?”

“It’s been weeks, Chlo. I can’t remember where we put every single bloody duck.” He chuckled, as you passed him an empty wine glass.

She groaned and took a glass as well. “The fuller the better, please.”

You shot Scotty a look. The poor girl was losing her marbles over a mini rubber duck. “Ugh, stop looking at me like that, Mum.”

Chloe’s eyes snapped up from her glass as Scotty filled it. “Where is it, do you know?”

She looked desperately between the three of you, a handful of ducks in the palm of her free hand.

“Listen, babe…” He took her glass from her and knelt down - both you and Daniel were trying your best to hold in the laughter as you knew what was coming next. “There was never 100 ducks.”

“…what.”

“There was never 100. We only hid 99.”

“You fucking assholes! Oh my god!” She smacked him - but she couldn’t help but start laughing. “You guys are so mean!”

“Love you too, babe.”

You and Daniel were absolutely losing it - the look on her face was one you’d remember for a long time and a prank you were sure Scotty and Daniel would be telling everyone and their aunt about. You looked to your boyfriend and smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Happy anniversary, idiot.”

“Happy anniversary, stupid. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Short and sweet ❤️ this was the fun one to write, thank you for suggesting it!

[pinksobg]

hello amazing people! it's your girl, Kelly, here 🙈 bringing a new reading, I hope you guys enjoy it

Some of your best accomplishments this year/period of your life 💌

pile 1 > pile 2 > pile 3

I'm really sorry for any wrong English 💌

pile 1 - you developed straight in this moment.

little check in: feels like we are talking specifically at a recent, previous moment. maybe months. how do you feel? from the cards, maybe you are having a questiong moment or even a "this is real?" kind of stage. but let's see more of the good things? let's go.

Maybe you don't see it. But you are passing to a turn off the page. the wheel of fortune is spinning for your own good right now. That's right? "The past is on the past now". You have also the 3 of swords reversed, indicating that you have accomplished an overcoming of fear, even sadness. You desenvolved more faith.

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pile 2 - I'm feeling the number 4 for your pile, maybe it can resonate with some of you guys.

At this time you accomplished oh my! Ten of cups, ace of cups, knight of cups. You most probably have done a lot of improve on emotional health, mental health, loving space is very more clear, such as self love improvement. You may be working on yourself for so long and I'm really so proud of you, your energy seems so bright I can't even describe it. "Congratulations and congratulations again" seem to come from your support team, can be the universe, your guides, friends, family and I feel like even pets can see that you are a lot of better. better and healthier feelings inside out of you. ☺️🎉🎉

"self love songs for yourself"

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pile 3 - hello! "Majestic!" It feels here that you improved a lot in a lot of different areas. "Majestic, my friend!" can be a message from the universe, your guides, friends, family, a lovely person, a partner in job or even school/college teachers or even principals. 4 of pentacles. You looked out for the future and the materials matters. It can be from studies, work or even both. Writing a teses, making tests and exams well done, being very good at your work and house environment. You also we're more "fast forward?" outgoing and more adventurous. I'm so proud of you! Also you can have invested well in the relationship or/and friendships matters too! Yay. ☺️🎉🎉

[lysarria]

Warnings: Fluff, Tiny hint of PTSD, Cussing, Lots of love ❤️

Words: 3562

I enjoyed writing this and I hope that you all enjoy it as well. This story will be 2 parts. Possibly 3. There will be typos. Thank you for reading ☺️😘

A love that never fades

Part 1

Finally got the last box out of storage and into my house. Long distance moving and trying to get everything lined up is frustrating and very exhausting. I flopped my tired body onto the couch to rest my sore feet and back. I reached for my phone to check the notifications and I saw I had new text messages. Most were in my group chat with Cat and James (My friend and Sy's sister Catherine and her husband James who is good friend of Sy's from the Army). I replied in our group chat and went to my next set of new texts and they were from Lily (Sy's Mom).

Lily - Good morning sunshine and welcome home! We are thrilled that you are back here. We think of you as family and love you. You are always welcome at our house.

Let me know if you need any help! If you are feeling up for it later today we would love to have you over at the house for dinner and catching up. You're welcome over anytime but we will start cooking around 4:00. :)

While reading her messages I started to tear up a little bit and felt happiness in my heart. I moved away for a job opportunity little over 3 years ago. I gained a great deal of experience to further my job advancement but the feeling of being out of place and alone started to wear me down. I knew where I belonged so I put together a plan and made it happen. I replied back and let her know that I'd love to come over and that I would let her know once I was on my way.

I placed my phone on the ottoman and jumped up and started to dig around in boxes and putting together an outfit for this afternoon. Once that mission was completed I decided to turn on some music to rock out to and start working on unpacking boxes and figure out how I wanted to setup the house. Mötley Crüe - "Kickstart my heart" came on and that music adrenaline rush hit and I was rocking out all over the house cleaning out boxes while memories of Sy started to flood in and how he had taken me to see Mötley Crüe in concert a couple of times. He would always stand close to me, especially during the slow songs. He would stand behind me and wrap his arms tightly around me. Damn, I miss him. Does he miss me? Does he ever think of me ? For whatever reason we became distant after I moved. Honestly, the man is on my mind probably more than he should be, but maybe that's not such a bad thing. I sighed and shook my head and reset my focus back on the task.

I took a much needed long shower. The hot water felt so good on my sore body. Now it was time to finish getting ready and drive over to the Syverson's for dinner. I sent Lily a text to let her know I would be leaving soon and should arrive in 30 minutes. I am excited, nervous, happy and somewhat emotional on this drive. I haven't seen them in years and I have missed them so much. It is such a beautiful drive in the country to their house.

The leaves are starting to change colors for Fall. The feeling of actually being home is becoming stronger and stronger. The feeling of real happiness is sparking again. Moving back to Texas was the best decision and I'm excited for the future.

I entered their long driveway and came to a stop. I stepped out of the car and grabbed my phone to take a picture. They have Pecan trees and Oak trees along the sides of the driveway. The color of the leaves are so magical. A slight breeze blows the leaves around and the smell of crisp air flows. I've always loved their property. Out in the country. Away from the loud and busy city. Out here it's just nature and peace. I let out a content sigh and get back into the car and continue on. I parked my car and got out and looked around. Sy's truck is under the car port. He would always leave his truck at his parents during deployment. I could feel my heart speeding up just seeing his truck and all the memories I have with him. Our random adventures, driving around just because, going out to eat, sitting on the tailgate and watching sunsets. He loves that truck and seemed that he also loved having me sit next to him with his arm around me. I know that I loved it and I would put my head against his chest. I know he's currently deployed in Iraq but a big part of me wishes that this was a surprise and he was actually home because he's pulled that surprise on me before. I jumped as a dog started to bark at me and my eyes quickly located the incoming dog. "Hank!?" I quickly squatted down and greeted their Chocolate Labrador, Hank. I gave him lots of love and pets as he's trying to lick my face off and dancing in excitement. All these years and he remembers me! Then I hear laughing and look up to see Lily and Felix (Sy's Dad). I stood up and walked towards them and they met me half way. Lots of hugs given and received. They are two of the kindest people I've ever met. Chatting away in the driveway with Lily and there's good ole Hank at my side. Felix went back into the house but returned in seconds. I can hear keys jingling and slightly curious. Lily stepped away to check on dinner and Felix motions for me to follow him. We chat back and forth as we walk to Sy's truck and he hands me the keys that I heard. I looked at him and then to the truck. Felix smiles at me and says "Go ahead Sweetheart. I saw you checking out his truck when you got here." I unlocked the door and slowly slide onto the custom made leather bench seat. I looked down at the set of keys and Sy still had something on the keyring that I had made for him many years ago when I was learning different crafts. A small metal charm in the shape of Texas and I had engraved Sy and a little heart below his name. I put the key in the ignition and started up his truck. Ahhh that loud rumble. I can't help but smile like a big goof. His truck had such a distinct sound. Everything inside looks almost the same as a few years ago. I turned off the truck and slid out of and I handed Felix the keys and thanked him. He then looks at me and says "You know he loves you, right." Tears immediately start to form up as I look at him. Shocked and unsure what to do or say. Felix reaches out and hugs me tightly and as I'm crying I tell him that I love his son so much. He patted me on the back saying "I know you love him, sweetheart. You always have. You're very special to him and to us as well. You bring out a side of him that not many people get to see. You truly make him happy, dear."

Felix made sure I was okay and then stepped back into the house to help Lily with dinner. I walked around the yard with Hank by my side as I gather myself and my thoughts before I head inside. We walk up the steps and I open the door and I'm hit with the wonderful smell of Pot Roast. Lily and Felix always made the most delicious meals. I head into the kitchen and let them know dinner smells great! Lily smiles and winks at me. "We knew this was one of your favorites and we felt a good comfort meal would be perfect for this evening." Felix is making homemade mashed potatoes and rolls. I thanked them for doing so much for me and it wasn't needed. They just shake their heads at me and Felix said dinner will still be a bit and to make myself at home.

I walked around the house and viewed the framed pictures on the walls. Many pictures of friends and family. Army pictures. Baby pictures. A few of the pictures I remember and then some new ones. Pictures of Cat and James adorable daughter, Skyler. She is 2 years old. There's a picture of my Dad and Felix. They were both Majors in the Army. They had met on Base and quickly became good friends. That is how I ended up in this area during my highschool days. My parents had divorced and I picked to live with my Dad. He was transferred to Texas and of all the places we lived. This is where I felt the most at "home." A lot of that is from meeting the Syverson family and how fast they welcomed us in like we were family. Now I am in my late 30s and this is where I still feel the most at home and welcomed. I stepped down the hallway and there's one of my favorite pictures of me and Sy at a Fall festival. Both of us making goofy faces while lost in a corn maze. I can't believe that was almost 4 years ago. Another picture is me with the Syverson family on Christmas. Cat came up with the idea of doing an ugly Christmas sweater photo op and everyone actually agreed to it. That was a fun day. We did the photos after opening our gifts. So to add to the ugly sweaters we decided to stick bows on each other and do silly pictures. His family has such a great sense of humor and very laid back. All these memories makes my heart feel alive. I walked down the hall more and enter Sy's old bedroom. He always liked to stay at his parents house from time to time. Framed Army certificates, Medals, Awards and Army group pictures are hung on the walls. His stereo system and large music collection still sat in the same spot as I remembered. The top of his dresser had a couple of framed pictures. One of him with his parents before leaving for his first deployment. The second picture is of us at Cat and James wedding 4 years ago. Sy in his Army dress uniform....*swoons*. Another favorite picture of us. They had such a beautiful outdoors evening wedding. I grabbed the photo and sat on the bed and just stared at it. It's so obvious that we love each other. I have so many regrets and I'm sure Sy has regrets as well. I do hope that whenever he returns home that he will want to see me and we can talk. I miss that man so much. Half of my heart feels empty without him. Then I hear a knock on the door and Lily walks in. She sat down on the bed next to me and looked at the picture with me.

"He called us a couple of days ago. We told him that you were getting yourself settled in. I could hear a difference in his voice once I mentioned you. He sounded livelier. He asked if you were single! Oh my boy. That was his first question about you. I could hear him smile. If that makes sense. When I told him that you were single. He said he wished he could get on that plane now and come home. He probably has three more months on this deployment but maybe things will change and he can come home sooner. That would be wonderful, huh? Ya know....you should mail him a Care package. I remember when you would mail him packages and letters all the time. You helped him feel like he wasn't too far from home or alone. He knew he had people back home that cared and loved him. I think that would be quite the surprise for him on mail day! I will write down his address for you. He decided to date about a year and half ago while he was home in between deployments and that didn't last long. That girlfriend was absolutely the worst nightmare ever and really messed him up. He was really hard on himself after that. He wanted to jump in his truck and drive out to see you. He kept kicking himself for not asking you out. So many years he wanted to ask you out. He wanted to take it further with you but he always hesitated. We sat right here on this bed and had many discussions about the two of you. I believe in soul mates and I feel it in my heart that you two are meant to be. You both were teenagers when you met but even then. You both clicked like you had known each other for a lifetime and got along perfectly. It was hard for him to fully wrap around the idea he had met "the one" at such a young age. Then he went into the Army and was away so often. He wasn't sure if you wanted that life with him because you grew up in the Army life with your dad. At times he wondered if he deserved to have you in his life in that way. Each deployment changed him and I get it. I went through it with Felix. Just like you had seen a change in your Dad over the years. I told Sy that you are both strong people and can handle anything that is tossed at you. As he grew up and older he realized more and more that you were his world and didn't want to be without you and kicked himself for the past and letting all these years slip by. You two have such a special bond and no other woman has made him feel the way that you do or treated him so lovingly the way you do. I think things will fall right back into place as they were with you two and your future together will be bright and full of happiness and maybe even a wedding! Then we can officially make you a Syverson!"

Lily winked at me and I can feel that I'm blushing and my face hurts from smiling. Felix shouts from down the hall that dinner is ready!

Dinner was amazing and the best meal I've had in a long time. We sat at the table talking and catching up. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the sun was setting. The sky was covered in orange, red and a hint of yellow. I quickly jumped up and asked if one of them would take my picture with Sy's truck so I could print him a copy and put it in his care package. We rushed outside to capture the gorgeous sunset before it was gone. The sun was shining brightly through the trees. Felix took a few pictures for me and then I asked for a group picture. Of course we included Hank! It was very entertaining trying to get the 4 of us in a picture but we finally got it. I can give Sy a copy of that picture as well. We go back inside and continue to chat and catch up. Lily yawns and I didn't realize how fast time had zipped by. It was almost 10:00 p.m. I thanked them again for a wonderful evening and everything they had done for me. They followed me out to my car. I gave Hank some pets and told him bye. I hugged Lily and Felix again and got into the car then Lily stops me from leaving and runs into the house and returns with a post-it note and smiles at me. It's Sy's Military address. It's too late to shop for items tonight. I know what my plans are for tomorrow after my morning jog. I'm excited to go shopping for Sy like I use to and buy some of his favorite things. The drive home went by fast as I had many thoughts going in my brain. Having someone and something special to look forward to. It really makes each day better and happier.

I got up early and went for my usual sunrise jog. Afterwards, I went the post office to get Priority mail shipping boxes and then off to the store to buy items to put into his care packages. It's been such a long time since I've felt like this. The excitement for him to receive my packages and how he'll react when he opens. If only I could see those reactions. From the way his parents talked to me then he should be over the moon. I purchased: coffee, creamer packets, beef jerky, trail mix, oatmeal cookies, granola bars and packs of crackers. Then I decided to get some candies that were cute and a little flirty. In my head I could see him shaking his head and grinning as he pulled the items out of the box. So off to the candy aisle! I tossed a variety of different types of Hershey's kisses...they probably won't survive the Iraq heat but I'm sure he'll still enjoy. Looking around I spot Hot Tamales candies.... I mean...he is pretty damn hot. Perfect find. Tossed a couple of boxes of those in the cart. The last great find... Gummy bears! Of course. I've called him Bear for almost 20 years. Then I went to the other side of the store and purchased some hygiene products that will I will put into a different care package box. Off to the register to purchase the items. I almost feel like squealing and dancing as I exit the store. Before going home I swing by the photo center and quickly print off some copies of the pictures we had taken the day before.

I placed all of the store bags on the living room floor and then I went to browse my crafting box for cardstock, stickers, markers and glue. It's been a while since I've mailed him a package but I had kept all of the supplies. I sat on the living room floor and started working on the packages. Trying to decide on what to write on the inside flaps of the boxes. Then it hit me...."Someone in Texas misses you beary much!". Cute, cheesy, corny? I'm going to go with my heart on this and just be me. After writing that on the flaps I placed a big cute bear sticker on one flap and then placed some little red hearts on each flap. I filled up the boxes with the items I had purchased. I wrote a short note to him on the inside of a card and wrote my phone number at the bottom. I'd love to hear his voice. I placed the photos in the card and sealed the envelope. I looked at both care packages and felt like they were ready to be taped up and to be mailed. I decided to add a little extra love and put some hearts on the outside of the boxes as well. I wish I could see the looks he receives whenever he picks up his packages.

Off to the Post office I go. I took a picture of me with the boxes and sent to Lily. Packages were accepted and later today they will officially be on the way to Iraq to a very special Captain. I get back into the car and Lily had replied:

Wow Honey!! You were on it this morning, huh?! You are such a wonderful person. Thank you for caring and loving our Son like you do. Thank you for loving us and we love you and glad you're a part of our family.

Each day I check the tracking numbers on his packages to see their progress. On day 10 the status on both of his packages change to Arrived to Military Post office. They made it ! Now the feeling of being nervous/anxious hits. I check the tracking again a few hours later and the status has changed. Green words that say "Package delivered to Recipient." I thought I was nervous and anxious earlier. Nope. What I feel now blows that away. I want to jump up and down, scream, cry, giggle, dance. Every emotion is hitting me. Will he call me or maybe just write to me. I can't concentrate on anything. All of my thoughts are on him and these packages I sent. Hours go by and nothing. It's almost 9:00 pm and my phone starts to vibrate and I freeze in spot. I grab my phone. Unknown number. I accepted the call and said Hello. I hear a lot of crackling. No voice. I say hello again. Still just crackling. Then I hear a deep breath...

"I miss you too, Sweet Pea."

..... To be continued 💚

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[lilacella]

🎂 Sirius' Birthday Week Day 6: Birthday Ficlet!

This was supposed to be cute and cozy but somehow it got quite angsty 😬. Sadly, I don't get to choose what the parasites make me write so I hope you enjoy!

You can read this as romantic prongsfoot or not (though I personally encourage you to ☺️).

Birthday Boy (ao3) T rated | 1,2k

"Happy Birthday."

James' quiet voice rips Sirius from his thoughts. A smile creeps onto his face as he turns around to his best friend, who has just emerged from the roof hatch.

The roof of Gryffindor tower has always been Sirius' favorite spot. Especially when it is dark, like now. It is calm and quiet. He can overlook the entirety of the schoolgrounds, right up to the Quidditch field - but noone can see him. Hidden between the chimneys, wrapped in a thick blanket against the cold, he sits and observes the depths that lurk only a meter away from his feet.

On the roof, it's just him, his thoughts and the wind. Noone bothers him up here. Noone, except the people he doesn't mind being bothered by.

Which brings us back to James.

In one hand he is carefully balancing a tiny cake that is too small for the fullsize candle stick James has stuck in the middle. The other is busy clutching two opened bottles of beer. Why he isn't just using a levitation spell escapes Sirius' understanding, but he has to admit that James' focused expression adds to the charm of the scene.

"How's the party going?," Sirius asks nonchalantly and reaches out to relief James of one of the bottles.

"Suprisingly good, considering the fact that the birthday boy has fucked off to the roof before it even started." James drops down next to him and places the cake in front of Sirius' crossed legs. The light of the candle flickers defiantly in the wind.

"Thank you," Sirius says and trails a thoughtful finger through the molten wax dripping down the side of his cake decoration.

James rubs his arms through his sweater. "Aren't you getting cold?"

Sirius wordlessly lifts one side of his blanket and lets James huddle up to him.

He knows what James will say before he does.

"I'm alright, Prongs."

"Are you sure? Because you've got a warm common room full of people waiting for you with presents, and yet here you are, sitting on the roof in the dark like a bloody gargoyle."

"I wasn't the one who invited them."

James sighs. "Well, I'm sorry that I assumed you would want to celebrate your 17th. My bad." He picks a crumb off the cake and eats it, staring straight into the night.

Sirius nudges his shoulder apologetically. "I do. Just not...not down there."

James turns and looks at him thoughtfully.

"You know, Pads... I know you. I know you really damn well. But sometimes I don't get you."

Sirius isn't sure why that sentence stings so much. Maybe he's just sensitive today. He turns away so James doesn't see the tears suddenly prickling in his eyes, threatening to spill.

He feels how James' arm snakes around his waist and how his chin is coming to a rest on his shoulder.

"Talk to me."

It isn't a demand. Not even a request. More like a plea, murmured softly into the wind rushing past his ears.

Sirius hates talking about his feelings. Damn, he hates feeling his feelings. Sometimes they feel like an endless lake threatening to drown him in its bottomless darkness.

But right now he is on the roof. Hidden from views. Just him, his feelings and the smell of frost in the air - the first snow only a few days away. And James.

So it's alright to talk. Up here, nothing he mutters into the darkness really counts. It will simply be swallowed by the night.

"I always thought I would be happy. Once I turn 17. Do you know how long I've been waiting for this day? To finally be of age, out of their control..."

It is a silly question. Of course James knows.

"I always thought I would be happy. Overjoyed, jumping around, singing songs on the fucking table." Sirius takes a swig of his beer. "But I am not. I'm not happy James. Why am I not happy?"

Now the tears fall after all. It doesn't matter. Not here. He takes another big gulp and washes the salty taste off his upper lip.

A gust of wind tugs at his hair, probably blowing it into James' face. If it does, he doesn't complain.

"Do you miss them?," James asks.

The question feels like a punch to his chest and he chokes out a startled sob. The candlelight in front of him goes blurry.

He doesn't know how to answer. He doesn't. He hates them. He is glad he has left. But also he does.

"I think I just miss what could have been."

James nods as if Sirius' words had made any sense. Maybe they did.

"I don't want to go back. I don't want them to come after me. I'm glad they are leaving me alone. But... But it still hurts." He takes a shaky breath. "I always thought they would fight me, you know? Come after me, turn up at the station, write me threatening letters or something. I've spent the past years being terrified of that. And now - Nothing. And I should be glad. I should be relieved. But somehow..." He trails off.

"It hurts," James completes the sentence for him. His fingers rub calming circles on his side.

Sirius wipes at his tears.

"I guess now it is over. After today... After today there's no going back." He angrily shakes his head.

"And I don't want to go back! Fuck them! It's just... It feels weird they gave up so easily. And..." His stupid voice breaks.

"And this is the first birthday they didn't send me a letter."

His tears run down his cheeks like a hot river, almost steaming in the chilly november air.

He has always hated the letters his parents used to write him on his birthday. They sounded formal and fake and always included at least one backhanded compliment, trying to nudge him towards the behavior they deemed fit for a heir of the noble and most ancient house of black. He often burned them halfway through reading them. But somehow the absence of the black envelope on the breakfast table this morning had made him loose his appetite.

It infuriates him. He has left and yet they still seem to hold so much power over him. Ruin his fucking birthday, even! He chokes out another sob.

James gives him a firm squeeze.

"You'll always have me," he states matter of factly.

Sirius smiles through his tears and turns towards him, leans his forehead against his.

"I know," he croaks.

Sirius can feel the warmth emanating from James' skin on his own. He is glad he has come up here.

"You'll never spend a birthday without me again. No matter where you hide, I will find you!"

"I know," Sirius sniffs.

"I love you, mate." James cups his face and wipes the tears off his cheeks with his thumbs.

"I know," Sirius says and tries to find James' eyes behind his glasses but he can only see his own puffy-faced reflection.

I love you too.

James smiles as if he had heard his thoughts. "Then blow out the candle, git."

He does, wishing for James' promise to come true.

[loving-and-dreaming]

like our father j.p

like our father j.p

James Potter x reader

A look at your relationship with James through the eyes of your daughter.

Word Count: 3.5k

a/n please be kind☺️ I’m trying to get better ❤️

James and you were sitting on the couch talking about how great your days have been. He worked and finished a big project with Sirius, and you got everything done off your checklist and aced your meeting. All of the happy talk stopped when the front door slammed open. In comes your little angel Noelle, and her bigger sister Maydalyin. In an instant Noelle stomps up the stairs and slams her door. James looks to you then you both look to May, hoping she has some answers as to why your little angel is clearly upset. “May, love, can you tell your mom and I what has made Noelle so clearly upset?” James asks in his normal soft and caring tone.

“Well at school today, she asked some boy to be her valentine with a note she worked really hard on. She even asked her teacher to teach her cursive to write his name. He said no and ripped up the valentine infront of her and threw it on the ground. It didn’t help that it was in front of everyone at recess. He also went back to his friends and they all started to laugh at her...” May sits down next to you and curls up into you, she may not be your little angel anymore but she will always be your angel, and explains with a sad look on her face. Your heart breaks for your little girl and clearly James' heart because he goes to get up. But May sat up straight, “dad could I try talking to her first. I think I know why all this happened and I think I know what to say.”

“Of course, bug. What makes you think you know why it happened?” You asked her in a soft voice as well, unsure of what she is going to say.

May sighed because she feels like her sister is her responsibility and feels like she failed her “Well she saw the valentine Jake got me, and asked me what it was. So I told her when you like someone on Valentine’s Day you give them a card and sometimes small gifts. She asked how you know what to do, and I just told her that you think of the person and what they like and that’s how you know. I didn’t think she was going to try it! She just seemed curious.” Knowing how serious May takes her older sister's responsibilities, you both decide to let her try to see if they can work through it without your help. Much like all older siblings, May likes to think everything is her fault, James and you make sure to tell her that’s not the case, but it’s something she enjoys doing. Her and Noelle are best friends even though they are 8 years apart.

May slowly walks up the steps, debating the two ways to go about this. Explaining how boys are gross and she needs to wait or explaining how to look for the right kind of boy. She really doesnt think the first one will be beneficial. So it looks like she is going to go with how to find the right guy(praying she doesn’t go looking anytime soon ). May takes a deep breath before knocking on Noelles door. Peaking in before she fully walks in, she hears no signs of disagreement and takes this as a good sign. Of course the first thing she notices is Noelle on the bed and gives her a small smile, she only gets a small hmmmm in reply. Looking around the room is a blast from the past everytime she comes in here. She and her sister are so close that a lot of Mays old stuff is now Noelles, not because they live off hand me downs but because that's what noelle wants. And in this house her parents make sure they know the value of something, not by how much it costs but by how much it means to you. Her barbie posters on the wall, her small vanity set where mom taught her learned how to do her hair for the daddy daughter dance at school, her old bed that she marked M+K for May plus ken from barbie, her old pink bedspread that the dog ripped but dad learned to sew to patch it back up because she didn't want to live without it. This room holds so much history, but also so many new things. The most important thing is her baby sister sniffling on her bed right now.

Out of nowhere Noelle cries “I just wanted a boyfriend like you! Jake is so good to you, he even takes care of me too and gets mom and dad presents all the time! I want that too!”

Once again taking a breath and sitting down next to her sister, “Woah noelle, when I was your age, I didn't have a boyfriend. But I also know how frustrating that statement is. So instead of just saying that, how about I tell you how I found the right one?” With a nod from her sister she begins to tell a story…

You just picked up May from school and were on your way home. James should still be at work when you both get home, so in the car you and her are making plans to surprise him. “Momma can we cook him smiley face pancakes, like you and daddy make on my birthday?”

“Sure bug, should we do it with chocolate chips or with blueberries?”

“CHOCOLATE CHIPS MOMMA, DUHHHH!”

“Okay chocolate chips, anything else?”

“Can I draw him a picture when the pancakes are cooking?”

“Of course you can, bug.” by now you both were pulling into the driveway to see James car already there. However this is not too unusual because at lunch, he and his best friend Sirius (who happens to be Mays Godfather along with his husband, Remus) come home and eat at the house. Then they carpool back together in Sirius’ car. After work he rides home with Sirius as well, because to get to his house, Sirius can drive the back way by your house. Therefore in both your head and Mays nothing was wrong. But when you walked in all that changed.

The smell of spaghetti(the family's favorite meal), the sound of music, and the sight of the clean laundry all put away and not on the couch where you left it shocked you. May took off to the kitchen screaming for James while you rebooted for a moment. Taking in the smell of dinner already cooking, the chores you knew you had waiting back at home already done, and most importantly your husband and daughter home and happy propel you forward. Walking past all the clean clothes, you take a look at the picture on the wall. It is your wedding day, little things like this remind you that on that day, even though you both were so young, you made the right choice. Being with James has never been a hassle, yes you fight but in the end he is your other half. Shaking yourself out of your thoughts you finish walking into the kitchen when May yells out for you to hurry. When you walk in the next scene almost brings you to tears, there in the middle of the kitchen is James holding May and May is holding a bouquet of red roses. She wriggles and turns clearly wanting down so James sets her down, and she runs to you as fast as her little legs can carry her. Squatting down to reach her level you engulf her in your arms and whisper to her that you might have to surprise daddy another day. She ignores your comment and proceeds to shove the roses in your face telling you they are from daddy, once you have them she takes back off to James. Just then you see her holding a smaller bouquet of pink roses and smile at James. Slowly walking over to James and your daughter you hug them both and say with a hushed tone “Thank you my love. I love you-”

“I love you too daddy!”

“Yes sorry May and I love you James. This is a wonderful way to come home. Thank you so much my love. This is exactly what I needed today. Thank you for dinner and for finishing the laundry and for the flowers! They are wonderful and we love them, right bug?” May nods really fast and tries to get into your arms wanting to smell both bouquets at the same time.  

“Well I know you woke up upset and still had all the chores to do when you were done with errands and picking May up from preschool so I wanted to remind you how much I love you and appreciate all you do around the house and for us on a daily basis. So you deserved to be spoiled and of course I couldn't forget my bug,” he leans in and kisses her face all over making her giggle. “I'm glad you like the roses and upstairs there is the stuff for a small spa time and I will finish dinner. I love you both and go have fun.” He leans in to kiss you and kisses your daughter's head one more time. Then he pushes you towards the stairs with one more I love you.

“Okay so dad got mom flowers, big deal.”

“You are missing the point Noelle. I knew what guy was the right guy by seeing how dad treats mom. Think about it, dad still surprises mom with flowers and spa days for us girls, and they have been married over 10 years and have two kids. He loves her and always surprises her with flowers and other things. What about the notes! I remember the first time I saw the note to her, I mean we always get notes in our lunch, but did you know they write notes to each other as well? Thinking back it was totally not appropriate but, like most things, it went right over my head,\.”

“No… what kinda notes?”

“All different kinds, some on post its around the house, others on the mirror after a shower or bath. One day…”

Making May and Noelles lunch is something you weirdly like doing. Knowing how similar but different your daughters are. However you never do it alone. James is always in there making breakfast while you make their lunches, both girls still asleep. Finishing up with the food, you move on to your favorite part. It is something silly you and James started doing when you were just dating. Leaving little notes in each other's lunches or frankly all over the place. Your personal favorite is the notes in the lunches. You always surprise him with a new note. In the middle of writing the last note James pulls you flush against him. Catching on to what he is wanting you start to sway in his arms.

In a soft voice you remind James that if he ignores the eggs they will burn and you all will be late to school and him late to work. “Eh, the girls won't care about a little black in their eggs, and the bacon will be a little crispy. Let me have a moment just the two of us.” Your kitchen is not huge by any means, but big enough to do a few circles in. Dancing is a huge thing in your house. It most likely stems from the fact that dancing is something James and you did all the time before the girls. Now that you have the girls dancing is still a huge part of your lives. Whether it's dancing in a circle, or dancing close with just one or both of the girls. For the record both of you love your daughters with your entire being, but you never really got to be a married couple before children. So these little moments where it is just the two of you are rare treasures. Just dancing close to each other without music, sometimes with music. Typically it will be early in the morning or late at night when you get these moments. Your house always has dancing(like we said it's a big thing in the Potter house), giggling, and sometimes music. Today however it was the quiet before the storm. No music. No girls. No crazy giggles. Just soft smilies and loving eyes. Closing your eyes and just feeling the moment with James, you know it will end soon so both of you just soak up as much of it as possible. The alarm goes off letting you know it was time to wake up the girls. With a groan you leave the comfort of your husband's arms to go wake up the monsters you call children. Walking back down the stairs you see breakfast is all done and James finished packing the girls lunches. Rushing over you want just one more moment in the comfort of James’s arms, giving him a kiss you quickly part when you hear the sound of little feet running down the stairs. With a look to James you both prepare for your calm morning to turn hectic.

Time skip to the end of the day

Getting home with both girls, one from school and the other from daycare, is in one word: crazy. May grabs her stuff, with your help, in the meantime you balance a baby on your hip while carrying in her stuff and Mays stuff she couldn't grab. May runs up ahead of you and makes her way up the steps. Not even a moment later she is hollering for you, you tell her to have patience and you are coming. When you arrive you notice a note taped on the door. May is already rambing and telling you all the possibilities of what it could be. She tries to jump up to grab it, but it is a bit too high,, so you pull it off to read, “I will always be by your side. Or under you, or on top of you, or behind you on my knees for you”, you go bright red at the note, of course you know who it's from and you understand the note, but you have a child jumping up and down wanting to know what it says. Before you could stop her, May quickly grabs the note out of excitement. You are not too worried, seeing as she can read but those innuendos are going to go over her head. In her mind her daddy just wrote a nice note to mommy and now she knows what she will be doing until dinner time. She is already listing off everyone she is going to write notes to: you, James, Noelle, her friend, her teacher, her babysitter, her two godfathers uncle siri and uncle us(this is what the girls still call remus because May couldn't say Remus so she settled for us and it just kinda stuck). Once you open the door she is off to go write all her notes.

“So you see Noelle, you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed how good dad is to mom.”

“You mean how he is always telling her that she's like wine, getting better with age? Or how he tells her every morning how hot she is. Which by the way is kinda weird…”

“Exactly! And you will get used to it, it is a daily occurrence. But also don't you see how he always kisses her on the forehead whenever one of them leaves a room. Their love started with friendship and that is how it lasted so long. I remember Uncle Us and Siri telling us all the funny stories from before they were even together!”

Noelle sits up feeling a bit better and mentions “Oh wait or how every Friday is date night, sometimes with us but sometimes on their own! And how on game nights he always lets her win, you think they'd let their children win, but nooooo it's always mom winning.”

“See you get it now. There is one more story I have to share with you and you should remember it because it was only two years ago!” Before May finishes her statement Noelle Leans up against her and they cuddle while May tells the story of their last road trip.

Planning a road trip when you have two daughters and pets is a hard skill. But James is such a big help. He got Sirius and Remus to watch the dogs and house while you both picked the different camp sites you wanted to stay at and all the attractions you wanted to see in the area. Now all that is left is packing. Which is where you shine and honestly take over, the one time he was in charge of packing he forgot all of the medicine and you had to turn back around. This is the first road trip since they were little little, and you hate to admit it but you are struggling a bit. Of course your lovely husband knows this and makes fun of you the entire time. He comes into the living room where you have everything set out and says with laughter in his voice “ you made fun of me when I forgot the medicine but how do we plan to eat if you leave all of the cooking supplies here! And not to mention the clothes, y/n we need more than two pairs of underwear for a ten day camping trip.”

“Oh hush James, I was on it. At least I didn’t forget the medicine that you know keeps us alive,” you throw one of the pairs of underwear at him and stick your tongue out at him. Being the goofball that he is, he sees an opportunity and takes it, he surges forward and bites your tongue then moves to kiss you. What neither of you realized is that the girls were standing on the stairs watching the whole thing.

Eventually everything was packed and everyone was safely in the RV. James is driving, you are sitting upfront with him trying to find some good tunes to listen to when driving while the girls chill in the back playing a board game. You find what you wanted and land on Billy Joel, both of your favorites and start belting out the lyrics together. The girls are horrified and call you both oldies and to play some real music. To which James and you both flipped them off and told them this is real music! The rest of the drive was filled with lots of singing and giggles.

Once you all arrive at the first campsite, everyone's a little tired. James pulls in and before anyone else can move he hops out to open your door and the girls door and bows like the weirdo he is. He helps all of you down while kissing all of your hands. You would think he would be upset being the only boy, but this man takes it in stride and treats all of you like royalty. He gives the girls the job to find some good firewood while the two of you set up for dinner. The first night dinner is going to be the classic hotdogs on a stick with marshmallows as dessert. After the good food and last laughs the girls call it a night and go to their bunk. James and you stay out cleaning up and just enjoying each other's company. Of course in the beautiful simplistic atmosphere of the campsite you have to do what you do best. Dance together with no music. Again this is not the dancing and laughter filled dance parties you have with the girls. No, this is simple and soft. He is swaying you two to the wind and humming softly in your ear. This quiet yet loving moment reminds you of prom and how you danced at prom together before you even were together together. Again you have some stinkers for children that like to get out of bed and spy on mom and dad. May and Noelle are watching you and James from the window by their bunk. Both of them wish for a relationship just like their parents.

“So here is the thing, Noelle. It took me forever to find Jake. But now that I have he treats me just like a queen and royalty. Not because I told him to but because I saw how dad treats mom and I found a guy that treats me the same way.”

James and you turned the tables on the girls and are now spying on them. Listening to May lay out your life like that has you leaning into James’s side and kiss his chest. You love your family. You love your husband. You love not only how treats you but how he treats your kids. He is your love and your heart is breaking for your baby girl, but you have a good feeling about the talk May and her just had. You are so lucky to have an amazing husband and even better children.

[holdmytesseract]

Hot Temper

James Conrad x fem!Reader

Summary: You are expecting Conrad to come to your tent by nightfall. When he does, things escalate pretty quickly.

Based on this lil' drabble (Part Two)!

Warnings: this is kinda steamy, swear words, smuttish, suggestive smut, dom!James Conrad? It's also a biiit dark.

Word Count: 1,2k

a/n: Well... This one is a small birthday present for my wonderful friend @fictive-sl0th ! ☺️ Happy belated Birthday, boo! ❤ I wish you all the best! Never forget how amazing you are, you awesome person, you! I'm so happy I can call you my friend. Love you! ❤

I really hope you like this! ☺️

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Masterlist

Your nerves were on edge after you collided with Captain Conrad in that heated argument a few hours ago; sizzling with anger and frustration - but also desire and lust. It was an ongoing battle within your system. Which side was going to win, you couldn't tell.

Now you sat on the cot inside your tent, literally staring holes into the flap which marked the entrance. The sinking sun bathed everything in an orange, red light; telling you that it was almost time. You've made good work the rest of the day in avoiding the asshole James Conrad was, but now, after returning to your tent for the night and knowing what was most likely going to happen, you wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on your body. It was strange, wasn't it? You never hated a man - a person, as much as you hated Captain Conrad, and yet he was all you ever desired. Either something was wrong with you, or you just liked hot guys with a shitty personality. You believed it was the second option, but who knew?

Narrowing your eyes, you switched on the lamp, standing on the ground beside your cot and took a look on your wrist watch. Time. It was time. Where is this son of a bitch? You thought. I swear, if he doesn't show up, I'll kick him in the- You weren't able to finish your thoughts, as the flap of the tent flew open, revealing the man you had waited for. The light of his lamp illuminated his stupid, handsome face. Cautiously - like a lion observing his prey, he graciously entered the tent, zipping the flap behind him shut. He hadn't been even a minute inside the tight space which was your tent, when you already felt it... The tension. Intense, angry and undeniably sexual. You were sure that it must be cuttable with a knife.

Not averting his eyes for even a second, James squatted down to place his lamp on the ground. The muscles in his thick thighs strained the fabric of his jeans, as he did so, spreading his legs almost sluttishly. Pathetic, you thought. Putting on a show. For what? To impress me? You had to suppress the scoff, which threatened to leave your lips. Instead, you opted for words. "You came. Why?" You asked nonchalantly, without any emotion. Just stating the facts. A grin spread on James's face, as he shook his head and licked his lips. A grin you wished, once again to sweep off his face. "You told me to, didn't you, Y/L/N? Can't you remember? Already suffering from memory loss?" You narrowed your eyes and leaned forwards in an almost threatening manner. "Careful, Conrad. Thin ice. Very thin ice. I would watch my mouth if I were you-" "Or what?" He interrupted you, spitefully. "Are you going to slap me again?" This time, you couldn't suppress the scoff to leave your mouth. Licking your lips, you chuckled. "You really enjoy this, don't you? Being an arrogant, selfish, annoying asshole? Driving people crazy?" Now it was James's turn to laugh you in the face. "I don't. I am not the one to blame, just because you have a short fuse - and that you find me irresistibly. All you want to do is fuck me, isn't it?"

And at those words, you saw red again; losing it. A low growl left your lips, before you lunged out - ready to slap him again. Your palm was mere inches away from hitting the skin of his cheek, when he caught your hand mid-air. His big hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, keeping you from hitting him. It caught you off guard. You didn't see that coming. "Nuh.Uh. Not this time, Y/L/N." The way he rolled your last name off his tongue - so deep, so dark, so sexy, caused your knees to almost buckle and you felt arousal flooding your veins. James used your moment of shock, of course, reached quickly for your other wrist and before you could even react, had he pinned you down on the cot with his strong, muscular body hovering above yours. Once your brain had caught up with what was going on, you started to squirm, trying to get free. A part of your brain screamed at you why the hell you were fighting back, because James was right. You wanted this. "Not so snappy anymore, are we?" Another growl left your lips, before your angry eyes locked with his goddamn beautiful baby blues. "Fuck you, Conrad!" You spat into his face; voice laced with venom. The man chuckled dangerously; licking his lips. "Don't worry, darling... You get what you want."

Demandingly, Conrad nudged your legs with his knees, commanding you to open them. You wanted to. Oh, of course you wanted to. So, you let your legs fall open for him to kneel in between them - what James immediately did. A breathless laugh escaped his mouth. "I knew it. This was all you wanted from the very beginning, isn't it? Me between your legs?" A strangled moan slipped past your lips at those words; unable to suppress it. "You are so needy for me, aren't you? Desperate for me to fucking ruin you." You couldn't even put in words how much this turned you on. It was pathetic. "Must be really exhausting to hate me, but at the same time wanting to fuck me. How I get you all hot and bothered just with one snap of my finger…" You weren't able to answer something. He had you. You were literal putty in his hands. "Am I right?" He asked, but you didn't answer, just averted your eyes. You hated the effect he had on you. Bu the Captain didn't like it, when somebody wasn't answering, when he had asked a question, so he gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger and made you look at him. "Am. I. Right?" He asked again, pointing out every word. As if to underline his words even more, he bucked his hips against yours, causing you to gasp. "Answer me." "Yes," you said between gritted teeth. "Good girl." As a reward, he leaned down, letting his lips hover above yours for a second - So close, so close. - before he connected them in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. After that kiss, you were gone. Lost in the man you actually despised so much. Or... Wanted to despise so much?

Teeth clashed together, tongues were intertwined, as you both tore at each other clothes, desperately trying to get them off. It wasn't about love or feelings, no. This sexual encounter was primal, needy and rough. Your hands raked all over James's bare, strong back; fingernails leaving red marks and scratches on their way, when he finally gifted you the pleasure you desired so much. The sound of skin colliding with skin was the only sound which filled the deadly silence of the night, accompanied with yours and James's whiny breathes and moans. You had awoken the animal within Captain Conrad - and you didn't regret it for even a second, when he ruined you for every man to follow.

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

✨ Christmas greeting & what to expect ✨

Hi friends!

As some of you may have noticed, I've posted three things today for you to enjoy during the Holidays.

I want to wish you a very merry Christmas and a wonderful 2025. I pray that it will be a good year to all of you with many blessings from the Lord! 🙏

This upcoming year, I'm planning to keep on writing about this amazing TV series.

A few things you can expect...

The requests for March will open up on January 2nd, 09:30am CET (Amsterdam time). This time around, they will be taken through Jotform instead of Google Forms (experiment). You may make 2 requests per person again. The same rules apply.

I have written a series to celebrate 100 one-shots! It centres around John and Big James both liking the reader, set before the show. I'm planning on releasing one chapter a week.

I will be updating my other works sporadically.

With this, I hope to kick off 2025 strongly! ☺️

Thank you all for your incredible support through your likes, reblogs, kudos, comments and DMs. You have no idea how much that means to me! 🫶

Enjoy your Holidays, and I will see you all in 2025! ✨

Lots of love,

Rose

[charlottesbookclub]

Norrington headcanons! 🪶🛏

send me a headcanon request 🥰

hello! ☺️ thank you so much for this request and I am so so sorry it took me so long to get to it!! 😭❤️‍🩹

I'm very excited for these since it'll be my first time writing for Norrington! I think he was the very first person I read fanfic for back when I mostly read stuff on ff.net, so it feels really fun to be doing some headcanons for him now! ☺️💕

I really hope you enjoy! 🥰

James Norrington

🪶 – what's their handwriting like?

for the vast majority of his writing, his penmanship is aggressively neat. we're talking font-like in its perfection and regularity (I know fonts weren't a thing in like the 18th century, but it's the vibes of that lol). I'm sure this was drilled into him by his father and his tutors/educators, but he's also absorbed it as part of his "perfect royal navy officer" personality. he definitely prides himself on turning in reports and writing official letters with impeccable handwriting. however, I do also think there's like 5% of his writing that is absolutely illegible, but this is private only to him. when it's late or he needs to make quick notes and no one is around to see, he reverts to just scratching on the paper, leaving ink smudges and using abbreviations. if anyone else were to find these writings, they would absolutely not be able to read them and it would seem so out of character that they would never believe that Norrington could have written them. that's part of the reason why he discards or destroys these notes once he has translated them to his official handwriting. I feel like his handwriting situation is like a microcosm of him as a person: 95% of him is the perfect navy officer, but that tiny piece rebels just a little bit, even if only in secret

🛏 – what's a sleeping habit of theirs?

I like to think that sleep is the one place where Norrington can't constantly monitor, correct, and control himself. and he is not an elegant sleeper. the habit that embarrasses him most is the way he sprawls out over the whole bed and completely changes position during the night without realizing it at all. he'll wake up with his head at the foot of the bed, his feet propped up on one pillow and another pillow inexplicably half crushed beneath his torso. if he had a partner, he would absolutely wake up draped all over them, or else receive a nocturnal punch to keep him on his side of the bed, depending on the temperament of said partner. he absolutely dreads the idea of needing to share a room or ship cabin with other members of the navy because he does not want them to see him in such a state. if this scenario arises, he either won't sleep at all, or he'll be sure to awaken very early and then lay in an extremely still and controlled posture so that if his roommate sees him, they'll think he has impeccable posture 24/7, as befits the image he tries to project

[pretty-little-mind33]

Hi love! I hope that you are doing well and your day is as wonderful and amazing as you are ☺️ Before I move onto my request, I just wanted to say that I absolutely adore your writing and wanted to share that you are so incredibly talented and I would be honored if you would read/write this request (but please don’t feel pressured to do so!) So I was thinking about an angst fic with James Potter where someone slips him a love potion and he basically forgets he’s dating the reader and she has to find a way to make him fail in love with her again?

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this request!

hi! your message was so sweet and kind and it really made me smile when i read it ☺️🥺💕i'm SO honored you like my writing, and that you like it enough to request something from me!

i wanted to say that this prompt was SO fun to write (lmao promise i don't enjoy suffering, it does have a happy ending—but also a good amount of angst!) and i was very inspired—so to not beat around the bush any longer i just wanted to post this and say thank you for your kind words and that Say Don't Go (this fic) is coming out tomorrow!

I hope you'll like it as much as I liked writing it!

xoxo