#james marriott fanfiction

[despairat6oclock]

Espresso Hearts

Synopsis: an artist and musician who finds comfort in a stranger's silence.

fem! Reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 890~

Contains: Fluff

Warnings: none really

[m.list]

The soft settle glow of the sun painted a perfect picturesque scene as it fluttered through the coffee shop windows.

The golden light casting perfectly across the wooden floors of the shop. The shop was less crowded than usual at this hour, giving the chance to actually acquire a seat and get some work done.

On his daily coffee run, James took his time walking down the path to his favorite coffee shop. The sky had just the perfect amount of clouds that painted the perfect backdrop without it being too chilly.

A soft hum of amusement evaporated against James’ vocal cords at the sight of a not so clustered shop at this hour.

With his laptop, and small pocket book, James was now grateful he had packed the two mediums; maybe he could find some inspiration.

And maybe that inspiration was perched inside a corner also searching for the same.

Ordering his usual, fingers tapping against the counter top as he waits for his drink, James takes a look around.

Majority of the shop's tiny booths were filled, with a few empty scattered around James would have to settle with. Unless.

Lounging beside the window, the sun perfectly highlighting her like she was a beacon he was always meant to find.

Mindlessly sketching inside a leather bound notebook, hair pulled back into a loose ponytail with a few strands hanging out and a sweater the color of green leafs in springs.

With his iced coffee in hand, James makes his way over to the enticing women in the far corner.

“Excuse me... I was wondering if I could sit here? Just for a few minutes.” James pips up, nerves igniting within him.

“Go ahead” was just a soft mutter from between her lips, nothing more and nothing less. Not even a glance at him.

The chair screeching against the floor it's dragged upon, James sat directly across from her. Eyes not so secretly appearing down onto the pages of abstract lines and void of color. Besides her was a half drinking plastic cup of matcha and a barely touched espresso glass that had a perfect peachy lipstick stain.

Pulling out his own notebook and laptop, James took this opportunity to revise some lyrics that had been racking his brain.

Minutes tick by so quickly, that half an hour had gone and both barely moved a muscle or breathed a word. The music of a pencil rough against parchment led James' eyes to the women's notebook once again.

The lines that had seemed to lead nowhere was now a perfect contracted top-half of a person. With an oddly familiar pair of glasses and disheveled hair, and the same tuff on the collar of the jacket as James wore.

She must have felt James staring, as her eyes worked their way up to his as they gazed down at her work.

Her hand spreads out across the paper, each digit attempting to hide what was already seen.

“I'm James”

His smile held a charismatic charm he was unaware he had.

“Y/N”

She answered with a simple nod, her voice the same soft pitch as before.

James' smile never flatters as he presses save on his document and focuses back onto her.

“You come here often?”

“Some mornings after a run,” Chewing her bottom lip as her eyes don't know where to land. “And you?”

“Most days, it's a part of my little morning routine.”

Gesturing towards the scene of the notebook and laptop laid before him with her chin, “What are you working on?”

“A song”

“You're a musician?”

“Mhm.”

Seeming to take it in with a nod, “Can I hear something of yours?”

Trying to play off the heat that rises onto his cheeks, pulling out some earbuds before offering one to her.

“Here uh…”

Palms clammy as he pulls up an audio file that starts playing a bit too loud. Causing both to wince as James hurried to lower the volume.

“Sorry sorry!”

Awkwardly chuckling while he intensely observed her. Each small head movement and quite hum a criticism he mentally wrote down.

“You're really good”

“Really?” Stumbling over his syllables as he quickly takes back the earbuds she was gesturing over.

A nod as she folds over a ribbon onto her sketch and closes its cover, “Do you release it on anything?”

“Just the normal platforms” he coughed, fingers tracing the lines and indents of his cup’s lid.

Looking out the window, the sun intensified the shine of her eyes as she watched the traffic go by.

“Would you like to do this again?” With a tilt of her head as she glanced over James’ face.

With a gulp of nerves and a flutter in his chest, “Y-yeah, love to.”

Tearing off a piece of napkin her now empty espresso sat upon, scribbling down an array of numbers.

“Call me” she smiled, her tone an octave louder with a dose of confidence.

Sliding the corner of paper to the man across from her, before settling her belongings into a small drawstring bag.

“See you.” James forced out as she moved out of her seat.

Walking by, hand delicately ghosting against his shoulder as she walked past towards the door. Nothing more than a fantom of a touch, one that closely mimics the growing feeling within his chest.

[kira-anon-uwu]

Tubbo tries to get his god damn divorce

word count: who fucking knows

summary: no

~-~-~

"Tommy,just sign the fucking papers."

Tommy got on his knees, wailing at his beloved husband. "No, please! I'll change, I'll be a better man! What if Molly married you as well?"

"More marriage isn't going to fix the situation, just sign the divorce papers!"

"But- But- But- But- But- But- But- But- But- But-,", Tommy stuttered, wimpering, "But- But- But- But- But- But- But- But- But- But- But… Think of our children, Tubbo…"

He gestured to the corner, where James Marriott and Jack Manifold were sitting.

"Goo-goo ga-ga,", said James, in a very deep and monitone voice.

"Yeah, no, I'm not fucking doing this,", Tubbo sighed, in a very bitch-like manner, as he got up and left.

He decided to take a long walk, to clear his head and question how he got to this point, eventually getting his phone out and calling the only friend he had with experience in The Law.

Quackity waved as he answered, on facetime somehow despite Tubbo calling him on discord. "Hey man, what's up?"

"Hey, Big Q; do you know anything about divorce court?"

"Not a damn thing, I missed that class to watch a soap opera on stream. what'd you need?"

"Could you be my lawyer? I'm trying to get Tommy to divorce me, but he only wants to talk about kissing without tongue and balls."

"Yeah….. About that…….. I'm actually already his lawyer, so……….. Yeah sorry. Too bad you guys didn't have a pre-nup, bye!"

Tubbo sat there in incredibly shocked silence after the man hung up. Yes, sat; man decided to sit in the middle of the sidewalk to ponder where it all went wrong.

His phone pinged, and he saw a message from Quackity telling him that the 'consultation' he'd just gotten was going to cost him $1 million dollars.

Tubbo could afford that, he was a multi-millionaire and a Tory after all, but not having a lawyer on his side didn't leave him with many options. Well, he *did * have one…..

Murder was legal in the UK if the victim was Tommyinnit; the Queen had spoken it into law when she got her restraining order. May lizzie rest in peace, and all that

Tommy had invoked squatters rights in his efforts to 'save their marriage', and had refused to leave Tubbo's home at all times since every second was a second for him to be wooed. Tubbo had shoved him in the closet where he belonged, hence Tommy's lack of streams as of late, so it would be incredibly easy to murder him and claim his wealth.

More money to the hoard, since Tubbo was a rich Tory that disliked the poor. wow that rhymed, regular eminem in these parts.

Anyways Tubbo got home and committed a horrible, unspeakable crime that will not be spoken so he didn't have to put up with any more of tommyinnit's bullshit.

Dragging the corpse to court gave him an easy win, and a medal of honor for taking out one of the nations loudest people that kept up the corrupt politicians all night.

tubbo got the kids and money and married someone famous and hot. idk who pick some hot guy out of a movie that you'd ship with tubbo and that's his happy ending.

The end.

[lavenderstarsx]

ayyy

so for the past few days i have been writing a dsmp high school au fic. i just wanted to post it on here just in case anyone cared.

if you like crime boys, tnt duo, and clingy duo then i am pretty sure you will like it. :)

it mostly centers around tommy and wilbur.

lots of angst

i'm an okay writer but i’m really proud of this fic i also try to write a chapter every day that i can

so if you can check it out that would be great :)

[modern-day-vamp]

Am I Who You Think About In Bed?

my first fic published! well it's been published for a while, but I'm posting it here for more people to see as I work on chapter two and more fics! ●○●○●○●○●●○●○●○●○●●○●○●○●○●●○●○●○●○● Pair: Willne X James Marriott Rating: Explicit Additional Tags: Phone Sex, Halloween Costumes, Emotionally Repressed, Friends to Lovers, Light Dom/Sub, Cowboy Hats, Texting, Teasing, Body Worship Word Count: 2,486 AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62488708/chapters/159927316

Enjoy! - Averie <3

[e1izaaxkles]

Will somebody please write James Marriott fics for me to read

[mcytblrconfessions]

now that we've finally realized the dreamteam fucking sucks, we need a new rpf ship to replace dnf. something with the potential to make it big, but still hated by like 30% of the fandom. something cringefail and fucking weird. something people can both woobify and make angsty. something for the gays but also for the wattpad straightgirls. something where the cc's flirt, yes, but basically have no actual chemistry outside of the fanfiction. i propose james marriott and charlie slimecicle

[meticulous-muse]

𝔦𝔫𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

"At a parent's meeting, my English teacher proclaimed that I should start a blog."

Hi!! My name is Hebe, and I have been writing since I knew how.

At age 7, I broke my right arm and taught myself how to write with my left hand purely to continue my flow of stories and such. At age 8, I accidentally wrote a Harry Potter fanfiction so good that my entire class would have me read a chapter to them each week. At age 11, my short story was published in a collection and was illustrated by professional artists. Now, at age 16, I am a burnt-out aspiring musician with a scarily low physics average and a dream.

Writing is my medium—poetry, stories, or songs; its how I express myself, and it is what I would love to share with you!

I am not going to pretend that I am some undiscovered gem, but if you ever see my name in the nominations for Best New Artist at the GRAMMYs, laugh to yourself, because you witnessed whatever this is supposed to be.

𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔢

𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢: Hebe :)

𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰: she/her (any at all really)

𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰: MUSIC!!, sitcoms, doing side quests with friends, inside jokes

𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰: rude people (why??), physics n maths >:(

𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔰 ℑ 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢: james marriott, taylor swift, chappell roan, doechii, tyler the creator, iiso

ℑ 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 my life experiences and how I feel towards my own circumstances

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 I would love to get my stuff seen and hope to be able to represent the unrepresented

[memeulousbf]

FANFICTION MASTERLIST

Feel free to send requests/suggestions in my inbox!

George Memeulous

┆NSFW Alphabet

┆Webcams

┆Let Us Touch Hands (Like Angels Do)

┆Pillows That Feel Like Clouds

James Marriott

┆Let Us Touch Hands (Like Angels Do)

┆Webcams

Will Lenney

┆Let Us Touch Hands (Like Angels Do)

┆Pillows That Feel Like Clouds

[angeldecayed]

intro! 🖤

hello!!! i am juniper,, i go by she/they and i'm the host of an osdd system (musiclane, sky high or high casino) ,, i also have suspected autism and npd so bare that in mind when interacting! we are happily taken by our partner system<3 i mostly write fanfiction and my own original novels as well as drawing art from many medias both traditionally and digitally! my main interests mostly consist of bungo stray dogs, chainsaw man, given, vocaloid, project sekai, hermitcraft, smallishbeans, technoblade, james marriott, willne, a lot of varied music and a lot more!! (feel free to ask about any of it!) music is one of my main interests! dni if you support or involve yourself with ws/lvjy or imalexx

i take requests for both art and writing in my asks! i'm always happy to answer any asks at all as long as my asks are open! support and free Palestine! 🇵🇸

[superheroboybnd]

𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

the marauders • agents of shield • pretty little liars • six of crows • suits • the avengers • lucifer tv show

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ 

james potter • lily evans • donna paulsen • andromeda black • peter parker • tony stark • pepper potts

𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕𝖘 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

james potter x lily evans • sirius black x remus lupin • marlene mckinnon x dorcas meadowes • mary macdonald x pandora rosier • andromeda black x ted tonks • frank longbottom x alice fortescue • minerva mcgonnagal x poppy pomfrey • peter parker x harley keener • steve rogers x bucky barnes • tony stark x pepper potts

𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈 ✩°｡⋆

fall out boy • destroy boys • billie eilish • crawlers • rihanna • maneskin • james marriott • sofia isella • catfish and the bottlemen • the unlikely candidates • ms mr • paloma faith • adele • arctic monkeys • queen • chappell roan

𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖞 ♡⋆｡˚

playing guitar • singing • writing • making new friends • laughing • being cozy • playing video games • baking • stretching • creative junk journalling • creating playlists • listening to music • reading fanfiction

𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 *✧･ﾟ

seventeen years old • british • gryffindor • redhead • unlabelled • aries

[skeletonbxnny]

Introduction / About Me

Name: bunny

Pronouns: No!!

Age: in bio!! (so i dont have to update it every year)

Sexuality: queer/gay

Hobbies: art, writing, gymnastics, fanfiction,

DNI: basic criteria. homophobes, racists, transphobes, ableists, fatphobes, anti therians, anti furries, any right wing aligned, proshippers, etc.

Interests: beanie babies, my little pony fim, Boy Meets World, bunnies & rabbits, fashion, lost media, makeup, tattoos, morute/dollcore, creepypastas, sims 4,

Music: Ethel Cain, Evanescence, Taylor Swift, Green Day, La Dispute, Ashnikko, Crywank, Quinn, Jazmin Bean, Otep, The Cramps, London After Midnight, In This Moment, The Pretty Reckless, Conan Gray, Baby Bugs, James Marriott, Monaleo, AJJ, The Front Bottoms, Bratmobile, Bikini Kill, Nirvana, Flo Milli, Arctic Monkeys, Motionless In White, Get Scared, 5SOS, New Years Day, My Chemical Romance,

Youtubers: Quackity, Tommyinnit, Slimecicle, James Marriott, Markiplier, Danny Gonzalez, Kurtis Conner, Drew Gooden, Jarvis Johnson, Jack Manifold, Blameitonjorge, Ted Nivison, Eleanor Neele, Noah Finnce, Ranboo, Tuv, The Right Opinion, (thinking of everyone is so hard)

let's be mutuals :3

I'm technically more goth but shhhh.

if you see me in anybody's notes please shut up :) thx xoxo

[despairat6oclock]

PART TWOO request for the most recent jimbo mazza fic

yn had feelings in uni as well but moved past it because he thought jimbo was only in it for his body

since starting seeing each other, they get smoochy on a date & y/n is worried james is only asking him out for the physical aspect.

james is a fumbling mess because he's not dated guys in quite awhile but in the end after some obliviousness on both sides and stumbling around the issue, james assures y/n and it would be cool if you freestyle some lightly steamy fluff💪

-☀️

At this point, these two deserve their own full length story because how much I love this storyline (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

I know you asked for fluff, but these two need to go through it some more before they get their happy ending (⁠˘⁠･⁠_⁠･⁠˘⁠)

___________

Seven-Two-Oh

Synopsis: History always repeats itself for the two not-so-lovers.

masc! reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 1.0k

Contains: angst

Warnings: suggestive dialog and situations.

[m.list]

James wasn't sure if he should be absolutely distraught with how everything was going, or absolutely thrilled.

It was like how everything was in college, even how you pulled away after only three *official* dates.

The first date had begun like any other hang out from before. Tucked into the corner of a bustling café. Soft glow of the sun gives a halo to your soft brown hair.

Nose pointing straight down as your finger glides along the page of your song book, the same way it had gilded down him earlier this morning.

“Y/N.”

James piped, voice firm. As to pull you from your thoughts into his.

“This is a date, remember? Not a business meeting.”

“I thought you liked my music?”

“I do, but I like you more.”

James hums as he sips his iced coffee. Third one of the day.

The thing was, your music was you. It was your soul and heart. And you were starting to fear James was far from searching for this.

Closing your leather bound notebook with a sigh, pitching the bridge of your nose.

“I just remembered, I have a meeting in an hour”

You lie through your teeth, trying to seem frustrated and guilty all at the same time.

“I can walk you-”

No, please. Anything but that.

You quickly interject, insisting you'll pay and James needs some sleep anyway. Before hurrying out of the café without a look back and no clear direction of where you were going.

Not only was James not able to shake the deja vu of your university days, but neither were you. For two completely different reasons.

Everything was playing out the same, like a scratched DVD on repeat. You shouldn't have kissed on the first date, or taken him to bed on the second.

The bar table where neither of you actually ever drank, just the atmosphere was enough to have glitter running through your veins.

A simple hand on his thigh, gently stroking. Mindlessly stroking. Innocently.

Until his hand matches yours and leads you higher. Until a gasp left your lips and you stumbled out the bar with swollen lips and drunk on something far from alcohol in your system.

Or, how a simple song session turned from your fingers playing a soft tune that mesmerized James. To a completely different tone of you biting your knuckles that intoxicated his senses.

This all replayed, memories of now and uni mending and pulling in all directions.

And James couldn't be more clueless. As to why things were going south so quickly, anyways.

You wanted slow, but not in bed. In feelings. You had fallen for James so hard during your secret arrangement years ago, you had to be completely indifferent to save yourself from the sinking hole of love.

When James doesn't get a call back immediately, he panics. When your texts start losing enthusiasm only James would notice, Otto is the first to hear about it. Besides Will.

It had been one month of you canceling and rescheduling. 30 whole days of you typing. Deleting. Typing. And never sending.

Showing up at your place unannounced, the last text he had sent was a poor excuse of his cat missing you. Otto couldn't care less. But that didn't matter. The fact you wouldn't even open it had James catching the nearest train.

Was there someone else? Would you open the door flushed pink and panting with a blanket around you?

You wouldn't do that to him. Right? You were his guy. The guy that isn't like the others. The one he didn't need a pitiful dating site to find. His one.

You had to be. James wouldn't have it any other way.

Is what he told himself when you finally opened the door with a sleepy expression and trashy reality TV on in the background.

“Oh, James.”

“Oh, Y/N.”

He retorted humorously with a false smile.

“What…are you doing here? Did we have plans?”

“No I…”

Missed you.

“Was just coming to check on you, haven't talked much in the last…”

James looks at his watch, passive aggressiveness and condescending seeping through his words.

“Few days, has it been?”

Seven hundred and twenty hours. James googled it on the train here. And it only infected his mind by the hour. A sinful nasty demon possessing his soul and words.

You just looked at him in a daze, mouth gulping the air like a fish bubbling water to breathe.

“I..I know how long it's been James.”

You stuttered, words tripping over stones of anxiety in their path.

“So, you did it on purpose?”

“James I…’

Giving you a look like he wanted answers. He wanted in, you wanted him out.

“I don't want just a hookup. Maybe I was okay with that when we were younger. I wasn't but uh..that was different. I'm not him anymore. And I can't be that for you.”

James' nerves ignited. Not in anger. Or embarrassment. Or even lust.

Just pure, spiked edged, guilt.

He made you feel like another thing he could use and dispose of. Something he'd never do, to even his worst acquaintance.

and yet, you, the love of his life. Or, who he had convinced himself was. Was telling him, you thought he saw you as nothing more than a temporary lasting sensation. One he could reach on his own when desperate.

Until his body moves before his mind, arms wrapping around you. Head dipping to hide in his shoulders. A restrained sob pulling at his vocal cords.

James wanted to hold him there. Until his head stopped pounding, and his thoughts straightened out. Until he regretted this moment every time he laid in bed.

“Slow. You wanted that. And I didn't give, I'm truly sorry”

James' hands slide from your wrist, prying open your palms so his fingers could intertwine with yours.

“But I do want you, more than just…just for a sensation. I wanna feel something. Not just someone.”

This was all said with a rough mutter against your shoulder. The fabric of your sweater itching at James’ beard.

Your arm gently rubs his, trying to soothe him as the next words fell from your lips with a mumble.

“I can't guarantee anything, James. But, I can try. Again.”

[jinx-blackout-84]

gaining followers again so time to post cringe.

My interests: qsmp. Bbhsmp (dsmp). Lovejoy music. James Marriott. Minecraft YouTubers. Fanfiction. Neopronouns. My hero academia. Hermitcraft.

IM CRINGEEEEEEEE

[sweet-pineapple]

Introduction

Hello Everyone! I am sweet-pineapple and I do tickle fics!

The fanfictions are not to be seen as sexual. Anybody who does, will be blocked!

Why do I make these blogs?

Ans. I make these blogs and specifically with tckling because I enjoy seeing smiles on peoples faces and hearing their genuine laughs!

Some people I will write about

James Marriott (and his band mates)

Orr Pinely

Jack Manifold

Willne

tubbo

ranboo

Philza

Heartstopper

red,white and royal blue

Etc!!!

THING I WILL NOT TOLERATE

sexualizing anyone I write about or talk about

homophobia

racism

bullying ( as long you and the other party are both okay with it)

hating on this page! If you don't like a certain blog, then don't read/look

[mxed-salad-greens]

finally making an intro post lmao

you can call me sal (haha get it? SALad? sal?) (also if you know me irl, this isnt me changing my name, this is just the name ive been using online so id prefer if thats what you use for me online thANK YOUUU <333)

they/them

aroace (i know im plain aromantic and i think theres something funky with the asexual but i havent figured what that may be yet lmao. ik im at least mostly sex repulsed) and nonbinary.

big marauders fan and my main ships are wolfstar jily dorlene and megulus (mary and regulus) but ive been know to interact with a fair bit of rosekiller shit (mostly thanks to my moots (you know who you are lmao))

ive posted a few headcannon posts and have most in the drafts so ill probably make a masterlist at some point)

I love stardew valley (ive got the diverse stardew valley mod so thats why my villagers look different)

love our flag means death

some music people i listen to (in no particular order) are: hozier, conan gray, chappell roan, mamamoo, james marriott, noah finnce, taylor swift, queen, david bowie, girl in red, billy joel, they might be giants, mother mother, blackpink, sabrina carpenter, olivia rodrigo, bts

ive got a bunch of wips (some fanfiction some not) and i might something at some point but idk yet

tags if i decide to organize this blog (and remember to use them)

#nothing salad : random shit

#fruit salad : marauders stuff

#gus's famous salad : stardew valley stuff

#gay pirate salad : ofmd stuff

Free Palestine.

[burnt-tortellini]

Day Six

Happy Sunday! (if you live where I do lol) thanks to all 22 of you are hanging out with me and doing these! they're a lot of fun to think of and I'm glad you're all having a good time answering them!

~soft edition~

whats your go-to comfort movie?

what's your favorite comfort food?

what do you like to do to cheer yourself up?

say three nice things about your appearance

say three nice things about your personality

say three nice things about your intelligence

what brings you peace?

what is a great personal, handmade gift that someone could make you?

what reminds you of home? (it could be your physcial house, but it could also be the feeling of home)

tag someone who makes you smile :)

go to comfort movie: into/across the spiderverse

comfort food: theres a greek inspired pizza from sainsburys thats absolutely class

what i do to cheer myself up: read fanfiction, watch willne and james marriott youtube collabs, draw and listen to music

three nice things about my appearance: my hands are pretty cool, i like my nose and my eyes are my mum/nanas

what brings me peace: forgiveness, using “its all our first time living” to avoid holding grudges

a personal handmade gift someone could make me: probably just drawing my ocs, i love those silly fuckers

what reminds me of home: cigarette smoke, pasta pesto and hugging my sister

@sometimesimbored, havent ever left a hang out w him without feeling better than when i arrived