#james is infatuated

[ultravioletbrit]

“nuts” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 309 words

 

Sirius is sitting on his bed trying to do his Transfiguration homework, but he can’t concentrate at all because James has been rambling about Regulus for the last 20 minutes.

“… And did you hear what he said to me in the hall today?” James asks wistfully.

“Yes, he told you to piss off.” Sirius replies without looking up.

“But he made eye contact with me! And have you seen his eyes?” James falls back on his bed with a sigh and Sirius just groans.

“His eyes are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Most people think they look grey, but they have a silver tint to them that makes them sparkle and they are just… beautiful.” James sits up straight on the edge of his bed.

“And his hair. Have you seen his hair? I touched it once, accidentally, and he slapped my hand away. But when I touched it, it was so soft and when he slapped my hand it made my whole arm tingle.” James closes his eyes as if he’s remembering the moment.

“James, shut. up.” Sirius grumbles.

“And his hands! Did you know he plays the piano? His fingers are so long and elegant, I bet he’s brilliant when he plays.”

Sirius finally looks up, grabs a pillow and throws it at James’ head.

“James, you are driving me nuts! Either ask him out or shut the fuck up!” Sirius yells at him.

James just stares at Sirius stunned for a moment then wraps his arms around the pillow.

“You think I should ask him out? Really?” James asks excitedly. “How should I do it? It has to be really special. But it’s Regulus, so he wouldn’t want anything over the top. Maybe I should just go simple…” James continues to ramble.

Sirius buries his head in his other pillow with a loud groan.

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this idea came to me in a dream

[jelliedlimes]

Uni kicking back up so sadly wasn’t able to make anything elaborate today, but have a drunk lady Kirk doodledump with Spock making sure she doesn’t pass out on the floor. I’m a sucker for drunk confession stories with the “wait I said WHAT” moment the next morning, wanna clean these up once I have the time.

[declanisms]

why did I click on the lily evans tag for the top post to be a fucking jegulus post I’m ready to commit crimes

[worshipfulmercy]

sorry but rust cohle is not ethel cain or lana del rey -coded. he kind of does not know who those women are

[rockonfreakybro69]

I knew it wouldn’t last a month,

When I fell in love with them at first sight.

I knew the love would last a lifetime,

But we never stood a chance.

I knew it wouldn’t last, when we kissed a few months later.

‘Platonic’ we said, as my heart burst from my chest

Maybe it was for you, but I was well and truly lost to you.

I knew it wouldn’t last a month when the kiss finally meant something, a year after we met.

I wanted to wait , but i never told, because I knew if we were together,

We wouldn’t last a month.

We had a first ‘date’

It was perfect, I had butterflies

I was so irrevocably in love

But I knew we wouldn’t last a month.

You finally grew a pair and asked me to be your girlfriend.

I was terrified of it, but I could never say no,

So then we were together,

But we didn’t last a month.

All affection left, the casual teasing was gone.

We never went on another date.

My heart was shattered.

You sent me a text.

‘We won’t work’

You said it was because of your mental health

I know I was just never enough.

It has been six months and I am still undeniably and irreversibly infatuated

I should have tried harder, I know that now.

But I also knew my love would last a lifetime, but we wouldn’t last a month.

[cronenbug]

different interpretations yeah yeah but i really do feel like you are not really seeing oliver for what he is if you actually believe he planned it all from the beginning. like you believe the unreliable narrator? the liar who couldn't even keep up his most important lie? you believe he managed to manipulate everyone from day one? and kept that plan in motion for 16 years? yeah no babe everything that happened was a result of bisexuality, infatuation and/or an undiagnosed personality disorder mixed with a lot of luck, not some genius playing the long game

[andromeddog]

may i interest you in whatever this is

[enbysiriusblack]

thinking about pirate captain dorcas and runaway noblewoman marlene

[nukacourier]

What would James and Arcade date night be like? 👀

I feel like both of them would have a lot of fun going through ruins of museums or other kind of historical-based buildings with the way both of them are fascinated by pre-war history. I often thing about them going to the Repconn planetarium and hanging out there just watching the model of the solar system as they talk (and probably drink) for hours

Otherwise I imagine they usually like to just spend time together curled up with a nice book or even a movie (I like to think at some point Arcade showed James the gladiator films he's into and talked about facts about that time period all the way through. James doesn't mind)

[practicecourts]

Day 2 Infatuated on ao3 || ~ 200 words || @jilymicrofics

Infatuated: Marked by foolish or unreasoning fondness

Sirius is the first to notice it. James makes a mistake. Lily recovers their near failure, because if there’s one student who can salvage a potion from an accidental overdose of Trickle-seed it’s Evans. That’s nothing noteworthy, the fact she does it without scolding her inattentive partner, is.

Remus catches on at the same time Camilla does. They watch Lily stare out of the window, vaguely in the direction of the Quidditch pitch during Ancient Runes. Her parchment remains empty, apart from some vague doodles that look like the letters P and J.

Penelope is next. For as long as she has known her dormmate, she’s never cared to understand the rules and tactics that make Quidditch the brilliant sport it is. Today, as they watch the Gryffindor captain deftly pass the Quaffle to Penelope’s younger brother who scores, she patiently explains the Robertson’s maneuver for the fourth time that day.

To absolutely no one's surprise, the two Head Students spend the next Hogsmeade weekend together in the Three Broomsticks, though neither will call it a date. There’s no need, everyone knows.

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but if i read this right…

[eastwindmlk]

Written for @jilymicrofics prompt: Infatuated Word count: 141

There were two possible reasons why Lily was feeling queasy right now.

One of them was a stomach bug, plain and simple.

More importantly, it had nothing to do with the fact that a certain quidditch captain sitting next to the open window, his shirt hanging open in a blatant flaunting of the dress code.

Pulling a blanket around her, in the hopes that it was just her being under the weather. Physically, that was.

If it wasn’t that, then it was something far worse. An ailment of the mind is curable and unavoidable.

It would involve having to admit to herself that she was infatuated with someone who had finally become her friend. Just her friend.

Pulling the blanket tighter around herself, willing the flush on her cheeks to be a fever.

At least she knew the cure for that.

[areseebee]

Ooh, for the micro fic, can you use "Pretty"?

i certainly can! here's a little something grounded in neither space nor time that i imagine is probably set 1-2 years post-smoke break. includes mentions of OCs liam (erin's post-smoke break bf) and faye (james's post-smoke break gf).

[in reference to this writing ask game that i reblogged earlier!]

Erin finds it easy to forget that she’s dating someone else – told him she loved him and everything only a month ago for Christ’s sake – when she watches James. She’s very good at watching James. If there were a sport for it, she’d be professional. She could get a degree in it. Honours for never getting caught. Extra credit for the most sublime affectation of nonchalance that you could imagine, all while her eyes skim across his face, along his hair, his cheek, his neck. Top marks.

He’s pretty. Not in a pretty boy kind of way. Not just in a pleasing to the eye kind of way. In a kind of way that makes her feel totally delusional just to look at him, like really look at him. He’s just so very James – shoulders sometimes a little hunched, hands sometimes stuffed into his pockets, the edges of his mouth sometimes (always) on a downward trend until they are curving up and up and he smiles and it feels like the fucking sun. Like basking in a late summer golden hour, wishing always to live forever in that moment, liking it all the better because she can’t.

She thinks sometimes she’s the only one who notices. No one else thinks he’s pretty. Well – maybe his girlfriend does. But she can’t really imagine Faye thinking it quite like that. Not like Erin thinks it. Not like Erin feels it – overwhelmed sometimes, basking in him in only the kind of way she thinks she can do.

She watches him and wonders – how would his cheek feel under her hand and how would he kiss her again and what words would he say now, after all this time. She sometimes forgets that she ever got to do any of that. Maybe if she remembered she wouldn’t long for it so much. Maybe if she remembered, she wouldn’t watch him.

Or maybe she does remember. Maybe that’s why she can’t stop.

Sometimes she wonders if he watches too – is he thinking about her when he stands across the room, when he looks her way? Does he take the seat across from her, always now, all the better to see her face?

It’s to create distance, that’s all, is what she tells herself. He never sits just next to her. Not anymore. But sometimes she looks up, eyes skimming over him as if it means nothing, as if she’s not thinking about how long since she last did it, as if she’s hoping no one is noticing that she’s looking at him quite so much, and she’ll find that his eyes are skimming too. No, more than skimming; concentrated right on her face.

And when their eyes meet, it’s always look away, look away as fast as you possibly can, all while a zip of embarrassment and something more – adrenaline – finds its way just as fast through her limbs.

Sometimes she thinks she’s gonna lose it, just totally lose it, thinking about him like this. Like he’s hers. Like he is exactly who is meant for her. Like the next time he even comes close to her, she’s going to totally lose it and kiss him. Like she’s going to confuse this absolutely bonkers fantasy, like she’s going to totally fucking embarrass herself thinking that he wants this too. He doesn’t. She would know. She would know for sure, if he did.

If he cared about her at all, she wouldn’t be wondering. Wouldn’t be thinking about it like this, fixated and distracted and biding time until she can next bloom again under his gaze.

Sometimes she wonders what it’s all for – all of this desire. What does she hope for? What does she want? Does she want him to know? The thought sounds humiliating. Does she want him to want her too? Yes. But she doesn’t know where to put it, all this wanting. Because, laid bare, at the end of it all, she’s not quite sure what’s left. Sometimes she thinks she can see the smoke figures of their future, hers and James's, if there ever was going to be one; one slight breeze blows it all away. 

And Liam. Liam. He’s not smoke. He’s real. And, with him, she’s never left wondering. She’d be so foolish not to choose that.

It always happens this way – when James visits Derry – Erin gets so tired, feels so run ragged from all of the waiting. Waiting until she can see him again, waiting until she catches his eye again, waiting until she gets a wee, tiny shred of evidence that maybe she’s right for reading so much into it. Waiting for the next hit of a glance like her fucking life depends on it. It’s really feeling like her life depends on it. And when Liam, her sweet fella, asks her how her trip home was – was it good? – she will only say that it was “Fine. You know how it is,” and then slip ever more shoddily, ever less surely back into her usual life, counting down the days until the next time.

[modernmanblues]

date night with Eric where we wear our matching Zeppelin tshirts to a Zep concert 🥰

[eleftherian]

god they made steerforth the fugliest motherfucker in this whole dang movie