#jealous mary fics

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Do you have a fic list where Johnlock is together and Mary tries to break them up?

Hi Rose!!!

Oh gosh, yeah, best bet for this are these lists:

John Chooses Sherlock Over Mary

Infidelity Fics (Cheating on Mary)

Infidelity (Cheating in General)

Jealous Mary

I can't recall any SPECIFICALLY this outcome you request, but those lists will definitely have some!!

Anyone have any specific fics that they want to suggest to Rose???

[luscious-coptic-curls]

Chapter 16: Under the cover of night.

In which neither Kate nor Anthony are able to sleep after their tenuous and intense honesty box activity. Anthony cannot let it go that Kate was so reserved whilst he wasn't. He confronts her about it under the cover of night.

Neither of them is able to sleep after that honesty box activity. At least thirty minutes have passed and both of them have rearranged their head pillows multiple times, seemingly still trying to find a comforting position to sleep in. Anthony tries not to huff in annoyance at the pillows in between them, taking up unnecessary space in their bed. There’s even a pillow between their heads, for heaven’s sake. He has spent the last half hour going over the honesty box and their conversation. He feels rattled, surprised at the intensity of their answers back and forth. Part of him loved the intensity, loved that she put pressure on him during the activity. Something about it, about her, made him feel compelled to not back away from answering her sharp questions, to not back away from asking the questions he felt like he needed answered. Still, it should feel like he knows her better now, but it feels like the opposite. He feels like he’s on uneven terrain with her, despite her twice-confirmed statement that’s she’s still in this experiment and will see it through for as long as possible.

P. S. Idk who photoshopped this pic of Kanthony, but if you do, let me know and I'll give them credit!

[no-see-um-incorrect]

 William/Marie (just a little taste cause I love y’all)



Her lip is bleeding from the hit. He knelt beside  her, addressing her wounds.

“The taste must change when you turn into a vamp because….blood don’t taste all that good.. kinda just taste like I’m licking a penny” she says, spitting some of the blood from her mouth into a napkin 

“the taste doesn’t change… the way we taste it does….. for example, human blood doesn’t taste much of anything, empowered blood has a similar taste to liquor or a fermented beverage of sort”

He finished healing the small cut on her cheek 

“what does shifter blood taste like?”

He looks at her for a moment calculating his thoughts before speaking 

“I have not a clue.….I have never drank from a shifter nor has anyone I converse with regularly… and as for blood bags, it is not the easiest type to find..”

“.…….well, I am a shifter……and I’ve got a busted up lip in need of a different kind of healing….what do you say you come get a taste?~”

He slowly nods his head. As he comes up closer to her face, she grabs his tie and pull him into the kiss. 

The kiss was slow and sweet. In that moment the world was empty, and it felt like just them. 

They pull apart, and the man looks at her with a Lovesick gaze.

“so…..what’s the verdict?” She says, with a admittedly devious smile 

“like cherry wine….delicious…but I fear that if I have too much, I may not be able to stop myself~”

Hope you guys enjoyed my helpless romantic bullshit. I just love writing sappy lovesick things. And I love writing these two.  so it’s a double win.  this is to tide y’all over until the two big fics I’m working on with these two. 

[thestarslittleking]

Guys

I promise I have not forgotten about Jealous, Jealous! Musical season kicked my ass (I was backstage manager). I will try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can.

Much Love XX

[iamgonnagetyouback-recs]

JAMES POTTER.ᐟ

a little list of my favorite stories ୨ৎ remember to be kind, reblog, and support the wonderful authors who share their magic with us.ᐟ

NOTE ಇ. none of these stories belong to me ♡ if you’d like your fic removed, just send me a message, and i’ll take care of it!

jealous!reader by @moonstruckme

⁀➴༯ what james will do to satiate a jealous you

REVIEW ୨ৎ ugh this??? this hurt in the best way. the jealousy, the tension, the way james is so sweet but also kinda firm??? insane. “she picked for you” actually knocked the wind out of me. and the sweatshirt moment??? i’m sick. literally felt every emotion so hard. i need to lie down

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roommate phase by @/moonstruckme

⁀➴༯ they are living together and definitely love each other but they’ve kind of slipped into a roommate phase. like they’re just living around each other and reader starts feeling insecure and scared and doesn’t know how to get back into normalcy

REVIEW ୨ৎ oh this??? mae, this hurt like a bitch omg. like. the quiet distance, the insecurity, the way they’re just existing next to each other instead of with each other??? ouch. but then??? the yearning??? the way they want to fix it??? actually devastating in the best way. i felt this in my soul

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first snow by @/moonstruckme

⁀➴༯ your first snow with james

REVIEW ୨ৎ this is so soft and lovely, i’m actually melting. the way james looks at her like she's the most precious thing in the world?? unbearable. and the little details—his squinty eyes, the glasses adjustment, the way he knows her so well—it all makes this feel so warm and intimate. absolute perfection, mae

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boy-friend by @lizard-on-a-window-pane

⁀➴༯ you get jealous for when a girl calls you james's sister and he doesn’t notice at first cause he only has eyes for you but you kind of get clingier and a little grumpy so he talks to you

REVIEW ୨ৎ omg this??? actually the cutest. like. james not even noticing cause he’s so in love with you??? and then you getting all grumpy and clingy until he figures it out??? adorable. the way he reassures you??? i’m melting. i need him immediately

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why did she say yes? by @astonishment

⁀➴༯ you and james have always had a flirty friendship. but it's just that, a friendship. so why is he so upset that you're going on a date with someone else?

REVIEW ୨ৎ this fic has me kicking my feet and screaming into my pillow, mal. the way you and james swear up and down that it’s just a friendship, even though you flirt like it’s your full-time job, is actually hilarious. but then, the second the date is mentioned, he suddenly isn’t laughing anymore. “why did she say yes?” he asks softly to no one in particular. i don't know james, maybe cause you didn't???....... i need to calm down. it's just a fic

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want this to be real by @thatdammchickennugget

⁀➴༯ not being able to find your best friend remus, you rely on james to help you out of an uncomfortable situation

REVIEW ୨ৎ this was so good omg, mari?? i love fake dating turning into real feelings, and james being all protective and soft had me melting. steven was so insufferable, i wanted to punch him, but it made the ending even more satisfying. the build-up was perfect, and the confession scene?? absolutely adorable. got me giggling. loved every second of it!!

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one of the guys by @/thatdammchickennugget

⁀➴༯ you have always been one of the guys, but what if you don't want to be anymore?

REVIEW ୨ৎ this was so sweet omg?? the slow realization of feelings, the insecurity about being "one of the guys," and james being so soft and reassuring—i loved all of it. the way he made it clear that y/n was amazing just as she was, whether in jeans or a dress?? perfection. this one hit a spot in my heart, really. considering i used to be not so much a fan of girly stuff, i was always teased when i did something girly;still am but this whole fic just felt so warm and comforting, i adored it

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just like all the other angry boyfriends before by @msmk11

⁀➴༯ two idiots in love who don’t know how to handle their emotions properly- aka school dance drama

REVIEW ୨ৎ this was such a fun read omg, mk. the tension between reader and james was just ahhh—so frustrating but in the best way. you really made me wanna smack both of them for being so petty, and the friend group conversations were spot on. also, reader using amos just to piss james off?? iconic. loved every second of it. and amos turning out to be a good guy (rare) was great. i am obsessed with this

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dirty deer by @lovemenotts

⁀➴༯ in where your daughter's stuffed deer blanket gets dirty

REVIEW ୨ৎ oh. my. goodness. lily. how dare you make something so freaking adorable?! my heart was clenching the entire time for little lizzie and her poor bambi! and james? oh my god. him almost crying because his baby girl was crying?? where can i find this level of wholesomeness in real life?! this officially melted my heart into a puddle. i need to lie down and recover from the overwhelming cuteness, like seriously

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fell hard by @lupinsversion

⁀➴༯ when james finds himself talking to the other marauders about reader

REVIEW ୨ৎ this is adorable, mak!! james being completely gone for her, sirius and remus taking turns teasing him, and peter just rolling his eyes—it’s so perfectly them. the fact that she literally tripped him and that’s how he fell for her? peak rom-com energy. i love how james isn’t even embarrassed, just completely gone. got me giggling and kicking my feet

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kiss and makeup up by @amiableness

⁀➴༯ james ruins reader’s date and attempts to make it better

REVIEW ୨ৎ this was everything, elina omg. the tension, the angst, the longing—it all built up so perfectly. james being a jealous idiot but also so painfully in love? perfection. the way he touched her so reverently, like he couldn’t help himself? devastating in the best way. and that kiss??? actually ruined me. then sirius coming in at the worst possible moment? the audacity!

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genuine by @kquil

⁀➴༯ james ruins reader’s date and attempts to make it better

REVIEW ୨ৎ this was so sweet and fluffy omg. james being so loyal to reader that he actively avoids romantic roles?? absolutely whipped behavior, i love it. the way he just lights up when he sees her?? my heart ached in the best way. and sirius immediately knowing it was the perfect take?? of course he did. the behind-the-scenes banter was hilarious too, like marlene just exposing james on live television. the whole thing felt like a romcom in itself, and adored it

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is it chill that you're in my head? by @boneblushed

⁀➴༯ your best friend James isn’t sure why he’s so angry about the fact that you’re going on a date with someone else

REVIEW ୨ৎ absolutely obsessed with this. the tension? immaculate. james being a tragic fool in love? perfection. the banter, the pining, the kiss at the end—everything about this is so good. you wrote this so well omg, i could read a hundred more scenes of this and never get tired

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christmas tree farm by @pretty-little-mind33

⁀➴༯ you and james bake gingerbread cookies

REVIEW ୨ৎ this was absolutely adorable, sky. the playful banter, james being an absolute menace with the gingerbread men, and the way he makes it up to her in the most ridiculous yet endearing way—it's all perfect. the fluffiest christmas fic truly, got me giggling and blushing

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teacher!james series by @lupinsweater

REVIEW ୨ৎ the cutest series ever ugh (i mean it's in my tbr but i just know it's good) everyone say 'thank you shay' for blessing us with teacher!james!

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two of a kind by @wintrsoul

⁀➴༯ who would have thought that sending your son to a summer camp would lead to an unexpected reunion with someone you had sworn you don’t want to see anymore?

REVIEW ୨ৎ this is in my tbr but i just know it's great cause well it's tally! i promis i will write a review once i read it

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Request😍: y/n and alessia or leah (you decide! find your tumblr side and aaalll the stories of them. It leads to jealous alessia/leah bc of y/n being with other girls (like getting jealous when your partner cheats in your dream). Reader has to handle the situation and in the end manages to make less/leah focus on all the fluffy/spicy stuff there is about them. If you want to make it smutty (what we all love hehe): they eventually get inspired by tumblr and choose another story (you can decide which of all the good alessia/leah x reader smut on here) to reenact. Thank you!!! (If you dont want to write this feel free to repost for another writer, also you can switch the roles who is jealous, i dont care:)

i amended this a little, pls don’t hate me

it would be harsh to call this a crack fic but i honestly giggled the whole time writing it 🤭

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You find Alessia on the sofa, her face illuminated by the blue glow of her phone screen. At first, you think she’s watching one of those oddly specific TikToks she loves—something about cats playing table tennis or an American teenager ranking their favourite crisps. But then you notice the furrow in her brow, the way her teeth tug at her bottom lip. Her expression is equal parts confusion, disbelief, and mild offence.

“Everything alright?” you ask, setting your keys on the counter.

She doesn’t answer immediately, which is a bad sign. Alessia always greets you the moment you walk through the door, even if it’s just to ask what you’ve brought for dinner. Instead, she tilts the phone slightly so you can see the screen.

“Do you know about this?” she asks, voice clipped.

You lean over, squinting at the screen. The webpage is clunky, its layout straight out of 2012, and the title reads something absurd like ‘Sunlit Smiles and Shadowed Hearts’. Your name is prominently featured in the summary, alongside a few other recognisable ones.

“It’s fanfiction,” she says, answering the question you haven’t asked yet. “About you”

You blink. “About me?”

“And other people,” she adds, her tone sharp now, like the edge of a too-clean knife.

The penny drops. “Wait—what?”

She sits up straighter, turning the phone to face you fully. “Look. This one has you with… God, Tooney. And this one—oh, this is just brilliant—you’re married to Ona. Married! Like we’re just some passing fling”

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing, which, given her expression, would be a tactical error. Alessia doesn’t do jealousy often, but when she does, it’s like an overdramatic romcom villain plotting their revenge.

“Well,” you say carefully, “at least they’ve got good taste?”

“Good taste?” she repeats, incredulous. “One of these has you sneaking off with Mary behind my back during a post-match interview!”

“Creative, though,” you offer.

She glares at you, tossing the phone onto the cushion beside her. “This isn’t funny”

“It’s a little funny,” you say, sitting down next to her.

“It’s not,” she insists, crossing her arms. “Do you know how many of these there are? And how many don’t have me in them at all? Like I’m just some side character in your life?”

You try to suppress the grin tugging at your lips, but it’s no use. “Less, you do realise this is all made up, right? None of it’s real”

She huffs, her cheeks pink now. “I know that. But still. It’s insulting”

You reach for her hand, gently uncrossing her arms. “Alright, let’s look at it this way. I’m obviously very popular. Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Not when you’re popular with everyone except me”

“Oh, come on,” you tease, squeezing her hand. “I’m pretty sure there’s stuff about us too. The fluffy, romantic, borderline inappropriate kind”

Alessia hesitates, her gaze flicking to the phone. “You think so?”

“I know so,” you say confidently. “Because we’re the superior couple. Clearly”

That earns a small smile, though she tries to hide it. “You’re an idiot”

“And yet, here I am, fully committed to proving my devotion,” you say, reaching for her phone. You type in a search, scrolling through pages until you find what you’re looking for. “See? Right here. This one’s about us”

She leans over, peering at the screen. Her eyes scan the words, and slowly, her frown starts to fade.

“This is… cute,” she admits reluctantly.

“Exactly,” you say, draping an arm around her shoulders. “So, no more being jealous of fictional versions of me, okay? They don’t get to go home with you. I do”

She turns to look at you, her expression softening further. “Fine. But I’m still not over the Mary thing”

You laugh, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Noted. I’ll make it up to you”

“You better,” she mumbles, but there’s no real bite to her words anymore.

It’s only later, as you’re cooking dinner together, that you catch her sneaking glances at her phone again, her lips twitching with the beginnings of a smile. If she’s reading more of those stories, you don’t mention it. Some battles are better left unpicked.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Birdie's Halloween

Mary Earps x Child!Reader

Summary: The fifteenth of my Halloween-centric fics

"Listen, Mum," Mary says as she weaves through the aisles of the store," I'd love to chat but I'm really quite busy right now."

"Oh yes, I'll let you get back to what you're doing," Mary's mother says on the other end of the phone," But just remember to send me her Christmas list, alright? And maybe that list of-"

"Mum," Mary says again," Seriously, I have to go."

"I know, I know but- Oh! I didn't tell you. Mrs Todds - you remember Mrs Todds, right? Anyway, Mrs Todds from next door said-"

"Mum. Me, go. Have to. Alright?"

"Oh, fine, Mary. You go. I'll call tonight. We can finish this then."

"Great," Mary mutters, looking down at her phone impassively," I'll look forward to it." She sighs, shaking her head and slipping the device back into her pocket with the startlingly discovery that she's lost you.

Again.

It's actually kind of incredible how she can lose an eight year old and her puppy in such a small store.

"Birdie!" She calls out," Birdie!"

There's no answer.

Mary sighs. "Y/n! I mean it, come here!"

Your head pops around one of the aisles and Newton's golden fur moves in speedy circles as he waits for Mary to get closer.

"You can't keep wandering off," Mary tells you, taking your hand," What happens if I lose you?"

Ever practical, you reply," Well, if I get lost then I have to go to the nearest shop worker or mother and tell them I'm lost. I have your number on my ID necklace so I get them to call that."

You beam up at her and Mary laughs despite herself.

"You know, I think Tooney was right when she called you a little smartass."

You keep beaming. "Ella's just jealous she's not as smart as me."

"But at least she knows not to wander off in a store."

"I have Newton with me."

Mary gives you a pointed look, staring down at your very dopey dog who's only now growing into his service dog vest. He's great for your emotional regulation and anticipating meltdowns but for your physical protection, not so much.

"Still," Mary says," Let's just stay close, alright?"

You huff, muttering," Just because you don't speak French," but still keep close as Mary looks through the racks of costumes.

"And you're absolutely certain you want to match?"

"Yes."

"Alright then."

It's nowhere near your first Halloween with Mary but it's your first with Newton, your adorable service pup who enjoys things like sleeping on a heated blanket and accidentally treading on his own ears.

Usually, you choose something to match with Mary but you don't want Newton to feel left out, especially because of everything he does for you.

Newton's your best friend in the whole world, even more than the horses at the barn you go to for your lessons.

So this year, you're foregoing a matching outfit with Mary in favour of one with Newton which is what led to Mary spending hours looking for a shop in Paris that sold human costumes and dog costumes.

"What about this one?"

You wrinkle your nose up at the cheap ghost costume Mary holds up for you.

"That's basic," You complain, "Newton deserves better."

Newton seems to whine in agreement, sitting up on his haunches in the same way he begs for scraps when he's off duty.

"Fine," Mary grumbles," Fine. We'll find something better."

"Newton's a gentlemen," You continue," That's why he deserves a better costume."

Mary smiles fondly as you go look through the racks yourself.

Newton whines a little ten minutes later, wedging his body between you and the costumes when he notices how distressed you're getting.

Mary notices too, guiding you away from the dog section to ones more your size.

"Let's choose yours first," She says gently," Are we going scary or cute?"

"Cute," You mumble, running your hand through Newton's soft fur.

"How about these?"

Mary lets you be for the most part, taking items off the rack to show you the choices.

"That one," You mumble, already halfway to non-verbal as you repeatedly run a hand through Newton's fur," Please."

"Good choice, Birdie," Mary says," Shall we choose one for Newton today or-?"

You nod your head, shuffling back to the dog aisle as Mary throws your Belle dress into the basket.

You rifle through the racks quickly, though one hand remains rooted around Newton's leash.

"This one?" Mary checks as you pull one out for her to take. "You're going to be Belle and Newton's going to be the Beast."

You nod.

"Good choice," She says," Let's pay for these and we'll head home. There's some chocolate milk with your name on it."

[dc418writes]

Fuck it, I’m Jealous

✨Pairing✨: TE!Terry Richmondxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Your (secret) feelings for your best friend reach a new height

🚨: teensy bit of angst, brief mention of children, language, allusion to abusive relationship, fluff mixed throughout

Fic inspo:

*DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

I ain't never been good at sharing

But with you, I practice patience

And I let you do your thing 'cause I'm doin' mine

I was actin' like I'm good when I know I'm lyin'

The rhythmic thud and vibrations from the speakers run through your whole body as you sit at the mini bar watching other guests dancing and laughing. Usually you’d be among the bodies swaying on the dance floor at least once or mingling with whomever was open enough to talk, but tonight you can’t seem to switch your focus from the couple near the tall floor to ceiling windows.

Specifically, your best friend, Terry, and the woman giggling and smiling as she hangs on to his every word.

They’ve nearly been attached at the hip all night - moving from the dance floor to a more private section of the bustling mansion’s living room - and you had to admit, she was gorgeous. Silky, black hair flowing to the middle of her back and face flawlessly clear of blemishes, she was definitely his type with her Hollywood dazzling smile and matching perfect curves. Yet with every flirty glance, you could feel a sickening twinge in your gut.

So much in your head, you fail to realize your other best friend, Ondrea, had joined you after ordering another fruity cocktail. “Her beauty does not take away from yours.”

“I know,” you softly smile attempting to hide your hurt.

“And you, my love, have a line of suitors both in here and outside who’d be blessed with just a minute of your attention.”

You didn’t want them though. Every single one you tried just couldn’t compete - let alone be in the same room - as Terry Richmond. Charming, big eared, jerk.

Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, she leans her head on yours with a soft sigh, “Want me to break them up? Accidentally on purpose spill a drink on her?”

“No,” you chuckle, “and I think you’ve reached your limit on the drinks.” She did tend to be a little more…aggressively protective around her fourth. “Where’s Ali?”

Sipping from the little glass in her hand, her other waves as if she couldn’t care less where her defensive lineman husband was. “I’m grown, okay? I don’t need a babysitter and don’t think I don’t realize you trying to divert! Have you talked to him?”

“Drea we both know I can’t do that.”

“You need to though! If I see you sad about alien eyes one more time imma fight him myself.”

“Aye you supposed to be cut off.” You’ve never been happier to see Ali. You came to this party in hopes to forget your messy feelings. To get a long deserved break from the heaviness - and occasional tears - they caused. “Gimme the glass now Ondrea Marie.”

Rolling her eyes, she’s quick to drain the remainder of the candy green liquid - much to her husband’s dismay - before placing the glass in his large paw of a hand. “Happy?,” she hiccups with a giggle lightly bumping you.

“This woman,” he mumbles in exasperation leaving the empty glass on the shiny bar. “Hey bitty, surprised to see you and Terry separated.”

You’d practically been each other’s shadows since college. Each somehow drifting back after working the room if you didn’t stick together the entire time. It’s why most of those interested became slightly disappointed thinking you were more than friends, which you’d both immediately deny.

“By all means, shoot ya shot. Want me to introduce you?”

“Well, I uh thought it’d be best to give him some privacy since he’s pretty occupied.” Turning to find his teammate among the moving attendees, he smirks watching the mystery, model-esque woman lean in to whisper in the Tight End’s ear. Clearly something salacious from how Terry licked his full lips before handing her his phone. His mouth smoothly whispering something back then moving to her neck as she giggled and playfully smacked his chest.

“Well he’s definitely gonna have a fun night.”

That made one of you. “Yep, and I think I’m gonna head home.”

“Already?”

“Yea it’s been a long day, plus I got more to do tomorrow.” Like sulk in the privacy of your own home. Maybe catch an episode or two of Law and Order.

“Oh okay. You need a ride? Or want me to get T-?”

“Nope I’m alright. I’ll just Uber again,” you quickly answer. From his slightly raised brow, you know Ali can probably sense there’s an issue but he doesn’t press on and you’re grateful he seems to catch the hint.

“Uh uh we can drive you home,” Ondrea speaks up trying to stand on slightly unsteady legs. Luckily Ali’s there to keep her from falling to which she insists she’s got it and he rolls his chocolate eyes.

“No yall stay, I’ll be fine.” Not giving them a chance to utter another word, you slip from your barstool with a quick wave and clutch in your hand as your heels hastily clack along the tiled floor towards the entrance. “I’ll call when I get home!”

-

“We should have another one,” Terry states staring with proud eyes at the quiet bundle in their white crib. His elbows bent over the railing as he adorably coos while fixing the small blanket that looked like the one from your childhood.

“We just had this one,” you giggle jokingly poking the back of his thigh with your toe. Peering over his shoulder, there’s no hiding that boyish grin you fell in love with.

“She need a friend though, she told me.”

“Mhm..she told you that?” He nods moving to get on his knees and crawl until his head is in your lap. His soft hands bringing yours to his lips to peck as he begins to beg.

“Pleasepleaseplease!”

The melodic chime from your doorbell startles you awake with a racing heart and dull ache in your temple from sitting up too fast. It’s soon followed by a couple thunderous knocks that don’t help your already panicked state.

‘Gimme a break,’ you think shuffling to your door. In retrospect, you should’ve looked on your app before opening the door. Or maybe even pretended you weren’t home.

Black Nike sweats covering his legs and matching sweatshirt over his upper half, Terry wasn’t annoyed but you could tell he was in a mood.

“H-Hey,” you greet with a nervous smile. “Everything okay?”

His brief, low chuckle is far from humorous as he crosses his thick arms across his chest. “I could ask you the same. Haven’t talked to you in almost a month.”

‘And? Haven’t you been busy with what’s her name?’ You want to say, but instead you simply shrug. “I’ve been busy.”

“So busy you can’t text or call me back? Come to my games?”

“Wow, one less fan to watch you out of what..hundreds of thousands?,” you sarcastically retort with an attitude Terry had never been on the receiving end of. “I don’t have to always-,”

“You back with him?”

Him in question being your ex, Chris. From their first meeting, Terry couldn’t stand him and definitely wasn’t shy about telling you.

“You need to let him go.”

“I’m tellin you, he’s no good twin.”

The feeling was mutual with Chris. At the mention of Terry he’d roll his eyes and mood would visibly change. And when your then boyfriend expressed how he didn’t want you around Terry, you reluctantly respected that boundary. Until it seemed he didn’t want you with Ondrea either.

It unfortunately took some time to see that so called boundary was nothing more than control. Although slightly hurt, neither of your friends blamed you when you came back with tearful apologies. They took turns being your shoulder to cry on, but Terry tended to check in and visit more. There were many days he’d be waiting in your apartment’s parking lot - specifically in the spot next to your usual - sat in his black on black Ford truck with bags of food in the passenger seat.

“Don’t you have practice in the morning?,” you asked that first night he appeared.

“Yes, and I’ll be there don’t worry twin,” he winked gathering both takeout bags in his hand before following you to your door.

“No, I’m not.”

“Then what?,” Terry asks. “I do something to you?”

Yes, you made me fall in love with you and complicate my love life dookiehead. “No,” you sigh.

Kissing his teeth, his frustration only builds the more you lie. “Look, I’m not stupid clearly it’s something! You ain’t even invite me in and I’m just supposed to-,”

“I just need space Terry!”

“From me?”

“Yes! And…”

Those words are right there on the tip of your tongue practically tickling your lips ready for their escape. Your fears clutch them at the last moment though, refusing to let them go and potentially ruin the best relationship of your life thus far. Your second home you could always depend on.

“And what?”

Your fingers massage you temple feeling that headache become sharper and more painful. “Can we just…not..tonight?” You were nowhere near ready - mentally or emotionally - for this conversation. However like the stubborn, determined man he is Terry can’t easily let things go. Whenever there’s a problem, he finds a solution then and there.

In double time if it concerns his family or friends.

His long legs swiftly bring him over your threshold before closing the door behind him. His hypnotic green eyes intense and never leaving yours leaning back against the wooden entrance.

“I’m not leaving until you get whatever it is you need to say out! I know something’s wrong and wish you’d-,”

“Fine! You wanna know? It is you T,” you finally reveal with tears beginning to flow down your heated cheeks. He wanted to know? Well he just opened Pandora’s box. “I’m..I’m tired of pretending I’m fine seeing you with other girls and hearing about this one in Vegas and-and that one from the club!”

You don’t know if his silence is him taking in your words or from shock. Maybe even unease. For the first time you can’t read him at all.

You can feel the knot form in your throat as your fear tries once more to stop your vulnerability. As usual, he can tell you’re ready to shut down again prompting him to step closer carefully reaching out to brush your freshest tear away from your face. “What else? Keep goin.”

“I shouldn’t have ignored you, but I knew if I said something then I’d ruin what we already have,” you softly explain trying to steady your heaving chest and hiccups. “I mean there’s a reason we’ve never crossed that line right?”

“And why is that?,” he asks stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Was..was he serious? “B-Because you’re not attracted to me like that. Which is fine-,”

“I never said that.” Now was his turn to struggle finding his next words as he took a break from your angelic features to peer down at the tiled floor. Meanwhile you patiently stood there rubbing your ear in your attempt to self soothe - a habit you had as a kid that surprisingly followed you all these years.

“From that first day we met in the dorms, I could tell you were different-,”

“I was one of the crew,” you interrupt.

“No, I mean…you weren’t one to play around. You were intentional with everything you did, had your shit together, and if it ain’t make sense to you, you didn’t want no parts.

You couldn’t help it, it’s how you were raised. Not to say you didn’t have fun and make time for the things you liked, but at the end of the day you knew the important stuff needed to get done.

“I knew I wasn’t there, so I didn’t bother you. You kept it friendly, so I did too. Doesn’t mean I was never attracted.”

You can feel your heart begin its rapid patters again, but now for a completely different reason. “So…so what?,” you ask still unsure. “You’re saying you’ve liked me this entire time?”

His Jordans lightly squeak as he steps closer once more. The amber from his Tom Ford cologne and body heat radiating from his chest makes you dizzy feeling your knee wobble as your back meets your kitchen island. His grayish-green eyes attached to yours once more after a quick glance at your pouty lips. “I’m saying I’ve been attracted to you since I first saw you, and every day after we got closer I knew you complimented me in the best ways…the yin to my yang, my twin. I didn’t wanna be that guy you thought only was friends with you to get with you.

“And when Lizard-,”

“His name is Chris,” you corrected, rolling your eyes with a sniffled giggle.

“I know what I said.” So petty. “When he did that, I wanted to protect you from anyone else who tried to hurt you,” he bashfully shrugs and you mentally aw at how adorable he could be. “Wanted to be the only one to protect you.”

It’s as if your body’s in control rather than your brain how you eliminate the remaining space, reaching up to press your lips against his. Admittedly, it’s…different at first - reminiscent of your first kiss in middle school - but when his warm hand caresses your cheek and the other slides to your lower back, sparks tingle and ignite from your head to your toes. Your lips moving at their own rhythm as both your tongues soon follow pulling moans from your chest.

Begrudgingly, Terry breaks first needing air - and a moment to collect himself. His low chuckle brushes against your cheek hearing your little whimper from wanting more. “Gimme a minute twin,” he smiles pressing his forehead against yours.

“So…what now?,” you whisper nearly getting lost in the way his fingertips feel grazing along your spine.

“You tell me. What do you want?” The deep baritone of his whisper sends addicting shivers throughout your body.

“You,” you answer gently gripping his sweatshirt not wanting to let go - just in case this was some wild fever dream. “All to myself.”

He can’t help but smile at the way your onyx eyes, mixed with swirls of ebony, innocently peer up at him through your wispy lashes. “You got me,” he replies leaning down to meet your waiting lips once more.

I ain't gon' tell you to drop them other bitches

But drop them other bitches

I never been jealous

But fuck it, I'm jealous

So goddamn invested

A/N🎤: HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE✨💕!! I hope everyone is having a great time and able to rest. Or if you’re going through it this season, I wish healing for you and to remember you are so loved and deserving of love☺️.

This idea has been on my mind for a while and uh…I honestly don’t know how to feel about it lol it took on so many changes and I feel like it might be boring, but then again I’m my own worst critic so hopefully yall enjoy!

I wanted to have a holiday themed story or two out by now but as usual I am late lol, but I’m still trying to have something out before new years (however we’ll see👀 lol)

[mariistic]

THESE MARKS ACROSS MY NECK (TELL ME IM YOURS)

mari ibarra × fem!reader

synopsis: A cold night, lingering tension, and the sharp press of teeth—Mari always finds a way to leave her mark.

warnings: mari taking a page out of shauna shipmans book, biting, marking, jealous!mari, allusions to nat and reader, possessive!mari, extreme gay sexual tension, I know this is my second mari fic sorry yall she just looks so scrumptious this season.

The nights were still cold, but spring had started to soften the edges of winter’s cruelty. The wind whistled low through the trees, rattling the makeshift tents like a warning, heeding them that winter would come once more. You were used to it by now—the brittle shelter, the dampness that crept into your bones, the weight of another body curled beside you for warmth.

Mari’s body.

You weren’t exactly sure when the two of you had started sharing a tent, just that it happened. Maybe it was because Lottie’s group was too much, or Van’s tent was already full, or maybe… maybe it was just easier this way. Even if it meant the nights were filled with restless tension, the kind that simmered between you, waiting for one of you to snap.

Tonight felt worse than usual.

Mari hadn’t said a word to you since the sun had dipped into the horizon, not even one of her usual snide remarks. It was unlike her to hold back. But you knew why. You weren’t stupid.

She’d been watching you with Nat earlier.

You and Nat had always gotten along—something about the way she carried herself. Her sharp edges softened just enough around you. You wouldn’t call it flirting, but you also wouldn’t call it not flirting. And Mari… well, Mari had glared so hard it was a wonder she didn’t set the girl on fire.

You shifted on the furs, turning your back to her, waiting for her to finally say something.

She didn’t.

Instead, she moved.

A rustle, a shift, and then—heat at your back, her breath warm against your shoulder. You went still, muscles tensing as her hand brushed over your hip, fingers curling into the fabric of your clothes.

"You were with Nat a lot today." Her voice was low, almost casual, but you could hear the bite beneath it.

You exhaled sharply. "Yeah? So?"

Mari’s fingers tightened. "So… you didn’t have to be."

A scoff caught in your throat, but before you could say anything else, something sharp pressed against your shoulder.

Teeth.

You sucked in a breath, stiffening. Mari didn’t move away. She didn’t let up. Her teeth pressed harder, just shy of breaking skin. It wasn’t enough to hurt—not really—but enough to send a pulse of heat down your spine.

Your breath hitched. "Mari—"

She pulled back, just enough to murmur, "Mine." Then she bit down again, this time on the slope of your neck. A shiver ran through you. You weren’t sure if it was from the cold or her. Maybe both.

"You’re acting crazy," you muttered, though your voice came out weaker than you wanted.

Mari hummed against your skin. "Crazy enough to do this?" Her lips brushed over the mark she just made, then lower, her teeth grazing over your collarbone before biting down again.

Your fingers curled into the furs beneath you. "Mari."

She didn’t stop. Another bite, this time on the side of your throat. She was marking you, staking her claim, letting the bruises bloom in places no one else would see in the morning but you.

When she finally pulled away, her breath was uneven. So was yours.

"You get it now?" she asked, her voice quieter, rougher.

You swallowed hard. "Yeah."

Mari exhaled, satisfied. Then, just like that, she shifted back, curling into her usual space beside you, as if nothing had happened. The tension in the tent didn’t disappear. If anything, it was worse.

And you weren’t sure which one of you would break first.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Happy Wednesday!

Hello ❤ Any fics where Mary is REALLY jealous of John and Sherlock's relationship??

Hi Lovely!

Ahhh, check out the fics on my Evil / Not-Nice / Villain Mary which will certainly have some on there, but here are the ones I can immediately think of:

JEALOUS MARY

A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb (E, 32,689 w., 8 Ch. || Case Fic, Post S3, Evil Mary, Dev. Rel., Beach Holidays, Confused Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Honeymoon, Epistolary, Bottomlock, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Secret Agents, BAMF!John) – John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX

Classified(s) by blueink3 (E, 36,153 w., 4 Ch. || Wedding Date AU || Fake Relationship, Jealous, PIning, H/C, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending, Mary is not Nice, Escort Service) – Clara's American father is the ambassador to some such territory that Great Britain probably used to own, but she (and Harry’s undying love for her) is the reason John is getting on a flight at 12:30pm, flying across the second largest ocean in the world, and pretending to be in a perfectly happy, healthy relationship with an undoubtedly perfectly coiffed stranger. See, Clara is not only American (and wealthy to boot), she's also best friends with John’s ex-fiancée. Whom she's placed in the wedding party. As Maid of Honor. And John just happens to be Best Man. Bloody brilliant.

A Promise Made to Be Broken by PlantsAreNeat (E, 37,018 w., 7 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Pining, Slow Burn, RST, Eventual Relationship, POV Sherlock) – A young John makes an ‘if we’re still single at 40, we’ll get together’ pledge to a woman who ends up all wrong for him. She keeps reminding him of the promise, and won’t let go of it. John asks Sherlock to pose as his boyfriend at a family wedding, so as to dash her hopes permanently. Sherlock, who has at last acknowledged his feelings for John, reluctantly agrees despite knowing how painful it will be to ‘have’ John, but not keep him.

Right Hand Man by SilentAuror (E, 42,031 w., 4 Ch. ||  H/C, Injury, Slow Burn) – When John's left arm becomes paralysed after a car accident, Mary asks Sherlock to take him back to Baker Street to recuperate, as she's about to give birth. Despite the fact that the search for Moriarty is ongoing, Sherlock takes John in and takes responsibility for overseeing his rehabilitation as he adjusts to the loss of his arm.

Scars by SilentAuror (E, 60,494 w., 5 Ch. || Rape / Non-Con / Abuse, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Dub Con Elements, Homophobia, Angst With Happy Ending, Mary is Not Nice) – S3 rewrite, showing Mary’s manipulation of John as he realizes his love for Sherlock. Mary is not having it.

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Please add your own recs, gang!

[nameless-jamie]

TARTT'S CORNER - Jamie Tartt x Y/N

A/N: Hello, this is going to be my second FF. I wanted to take a different approach this time and post a Prologue or Teaser first. If this gets a good reaction I will proceed with the idea. Thank you so much for reading.

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is Richmond's Own Premier League Podcaster. Recently hitting global fame in the Podcast and Football world. Her opinions are important and her takes on matches are like a 'Hail Mary' for every Richmond fan. She had several Global players and most importantly Richmond players and coaches in her Podcast, thanks to her good friend Keeley Jones. Her next challenge, a Podcast series with the ever so charming Jamie Tartt.

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x fem! reader

Prologue

Chapter 1: Behind the Mic

Chapter 2: The Star Player

Episode One: The Golden Boy

Chapter 4: Kickoff at Nelson Road

Episode Two: Off the Pitch

Chapter 6: The Late-Night Recording

Chapter 7: Friendly Fire

Episode Three: Foul Play

Chapter 9: Is This What They Call ‘Feelings’?

Chapter 10: Jealous, Jealousy

Episode Four

....more Chapters in Progress

Imagines/Short Stories

A/N: If you have any ideas for blurbs or imagines about this fic you can tell me and i'll try to write it!

Please like, repost or follow if you don't want to miss any updates!

[luscious-coptic-curls]

Chapter 15: Chapter 15. Honesty box.

"Agatha was utterly fascinated. Watching them was like watching competitive partnered dancers. One moment she was sure the two were performing as two separate dancers, truly out there purely for their own gain. The next, it seemed like they were speaking a language of their own, united. On the surface, she should be happy about this development between them. But her gut told her to feel otherwise. They had committed one another to the experiment, which was good. But their commitment seemed born out of competitiveness rather than belief in all the experiment could give them in terms of actual love, or at the very least, lessons on love."

In which Kate and Anthony discover a lot of new things about one another, and go head to head about what it is that makes them tick.

[randomwriting]

Love Letters I Won’t Send

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Summary: In the midst of summertime heat and breakdowns, you find yourself falling in love with all the people around you. (some, more than others.)

A/N 💌: I intend to make this a series, haven’t decided if I should make it fully Poly!Marauders x Reader or not yet, so let me know what you think!

Also this is my first fic ever so kindness & reblogs are sincerely appreciated 💕

Beneath the annoyance permeating the halls of Hogwarts, and infesting every common room but the ones conveniently hidden under wonderfully cool lakes, (an amenity you were not jealous of at all), there was an amazingly rare heat wave sweeping over the entirety of scotland. You had to admit, the timing could not have been worse.

The unrelenting heat was the worst in the Gryffindor dorms, where some of the residents had begun looking an awful lot like one of their house colors. This unexpected side effect meant that dorms were essentially uninhabitable, and swarms of students had taken to the courtyard, the common room, or the halls, in refuge. And since hiding from your lingering feelings in your dorm was no longer a viable option, Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas had been forced to drag you out into an open space where you were far too susceptible to seeing the three boys you had been avoiding like the plague.

“You are going to bloody fucking kill yourself if you do not get out of that room.” Marlene practically shouted at you, after yet another failed attempt to free you from the boiling temperatures of your bedroom. Her exasperation with you, general fury with the world, and hatred of the weather was a dangerous combination. One you couldn't entirely fault her for.

“I'd sooner die than have to face those men, marls.” you heard her grumble something along the lines of “Merlins fucking beard” at your response.

“Look, I know this whole thing is complicated and whatnot, but you are driving yourself mad, holed up in a ridiculously hot room, overthinking about James, Sirius and Remus, when you should be swimming, or living, or fucking someone else to get over them!”

“I agree. You are too pretty and smart and funny and frankly too fucking hot to be sitting here moping.” Lily chimes in, smiling at you, unrelenting in her beliefs, you take a second, in the midst of the chaos, to admire her smile. The ridiculously engaging quality of her shiny teeth, the perfection of her skin and the red hair that floats around her in the sun, too much like a halo for you not to take note. It is so easy to love her. All of them, really. You only wish, quietly, that it was so easy for you to be loved. The way everyone knows Mary loves Lily, the palpable way you all can feel how Marlene loves Dorcas. It radiates under the surface of the whole group and flows further out into the school, they radiate love, and you feel it, in that brief and wondrous moment before you have to face the world, you ask yourself how on earth you got so lucky, that they might tolerate you enough to allow you this close to the masterpiece of their friendships and lives.

“Okay.” You relent, soft yet reluctant, as you come back to the present, a feeling of inadequacy settling heavily on your shoulders and in your lungs, “I'll leave the room but I'm bringing a book, and I insist on snacks and enormous amounts of lemonade if I'm being forced out into the wild.” You allow them to pull you up and out of the sweltering room, only because you’re not entirely convinced you won’t be able to simply meander away into some obscure hallway, cooled by the touch of the century old stone in refuge, the moment Dorcas and Marlene begin to notice just how little clothing there is between the two of them due to the immense heat. You stare ahead as you walk down through the common room, shoulders tense with something indescribable. Lily notices it, she also noticed the soft, odd look on your face earlier, and just like Lily Evans does, she files it away in a neat folder in her mind with your name written on it, one new thing to figure out about you, where exactly it is you go when your eyes get foggy and you drift off.

“Why are you avoiding the boys?” Dorcas asks suddenly, and you feel marlene and lily stop, to turn and look at her the same way you do.

“It’s just easier, if I don’t see them.” You tell her this half truth slowly, as you all continue to walk down the stairs, you don’t miss the dry look you get from Marlene.

“Easier? You were miserable earlier and I can’t imagine they’re thrilled at the prospect of one of their best friends disappearing without explanation.” She somehow manages to be blunt and soft and so uniquely wise.

“I have to move on, because we are just friends. That’s easier to do when I’m not constantly overwhelmed by Remus reading to me, and Sirius’ relentless flirting, and James calling me-”

“Angel! There you are.” A sweaty James Potter practically yells from across the courtyard as he sees you. Your heart stops, the sun is on his face and bouncing off of his glasses, his hair has never looked this good, ever. It’s damp and sideswept and you just know Sirius has been somewhere near it, because it looks particularly soft. You aren’t sure he isn’t actually an angel of some kind as he jogs over to you and the girls in his white tank top and shorts, positively beaming.

“Nice to see you too, potter.” Marlene snarks with a grin as James enters your personal space.

“Oh come on Marls, you know I’m always positively thrilled to see you.” His smile unwavering as he looks over at her, you take that moment of freedom from his gaze to wipe the sweat that formed away from your brow, and to start a silent conversation with lily, which really only pertains you mouthing “help” and her grinning at you happily, thrilled with the confrontation. She hated when you hid from things, from yourself.

“Did you put on sunblock? Sirius has plenty, if you haven't.” James asks you softly as he leads the small group to the tree where he had come running from, you can just make out Sirius and Remus under it, Sirius sprawled out on the grass, head in remus’ lap, who’s back is against the tree as he reads. You’re struck with fondness yet again as you look at them, finding it all too easy to fall back into that habit of loving them from afar.

“I did. Lily made me.”

You answer, with a playful glare at your favorite redhead. James’ smile grows somehow larger at the playfulness. You watch Lily sling her arm over Dorcas, you laugh as Marlene shoves it off, grumbling playfully about how she should go find Mary if she wanted to get all lovey dovey. Despite the tension you can feel, always present it seems, since you fell for James, there is an easiness. Perhaps because of the warmth and the abundance that comes with this time of year, or maybe just because you have found yourself living here, with people who you feel if you didn't already have magic coursing through your veins, would make you believe in its existence. They were just that wonderful.

[maladaptivewriting]

okay but a marylily and jegulus fake dating fic where james and lily pretend to date to make regulus and mary jealous, but then mary tries to kill james

[cozymoko]

OMGGGGGG I love love love your cowboy fic!! do you have any plans to write more of him?? Also, was he intentionally trying to get under our nerves when he was saying all that about the other girl or was he just genuinely just talking and trying to avoid making us do work?

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ANSWER:

I plan on writing more about him as long as you guys keep requesting! I really love cowboys, haha.

Jamie can be an airhead at some points, but he honestly didn't see the harm in mentioning Mary Anne. Even though his comment about [Name] being on the rag was just plain ignorance.

He would never actively try to make [Name] jealous; you're his one and only, he wouldn't even look at Mary Anne twice if he could!

Here's a little cutesy scenario to sweeten the request. Thank you for saying such kind things, anon. (*°∀°)=3

Ꮺ (Also, I'll add color to this later, it looks so bland.)

WARNING(S): None!

“Well, darlin’, I ain’t never seen someone hold a rake quite like that,” A certain good-for-nothin’ drawls as his plump lips twitch into a grin. He leans against the maple fence, resting his chin on the palm of his sun-kissed hand. His warm eyes twinkle, watching you wrestle with the tool. So simple, yet, watching you do it made it look like a serious challenge. “Ya tryin’ to charm the ground into plowin’ itself?”

Truth be told, the cowboy was praying you were doin’ just that.

You huff, wiping a bead of sweat from your brow. The heat was driving you crazy — more so than the fool at your side. You felt sticky and gross each time you had to peel your blouse from your dewy skin.

“It’s not as easy as it looks, you know,” you mutter, tossing a glare his way. But he just chuckles, that deep, rich resonance that quickly sent a shiver down your spine.

He saunters over with a little chuckle, leather boots crunching over dry dirt. “Here, sugarplum, let me show ya. ‘Cause if I leave ya to it, we ain’t gettin’ dinner ‘til midnight.” He teases.

Jamie slides the rake from your fingers, his touch lingering just a tad bit longer than necessary. His fingers brush yours, and you feel the heat rise in your cheeks, which only mafe his grin stretch all the wider.

With practiced ease, he shows you the rhythm, his body so close you can smell the faint hint of sweat and honey that clings to him. “See?” he whispers, voice low as he guides your hands. “Ain’t so hard when ya got someone teachin’ ya, hm?”

You roll your eyes, but the fond smile creeping onto your face betrays you. "Yeah, yeah, cowboy."

Jamie’s gaze softens, and he leans in just a bit closer. “I gotta admit, sugar, watchin' you try so hard, all city slicker and outta place...well, it’s ‘bout the cutest thing I ever did see.” He tips your chin up with a gentle finger, and for a moment, the playful gleam in his eyes shifts into something a touch darker, something hungry. “I could just eat’chu right up.”

You swallow, feeling your pulse quicken, and he laughs softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “But don’t worry, darlin’. You’ll get the hang of it. And even if ya don’t...hah, I believe I’d like keepin’ ya right where you are.”

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something that piss me off with the new jegulus craze, is mostly that in order to make that ship work (because no matter how much you believe in it it doesn’t make any sense with what we have on those characters) everything else gets erased. in order to make jegulus work they erase james and sirius’s friendship. they erased how much james cared for sirius and stood with him against him. they erased who james WAS his values and thoughts. they erased sirius’s character completely. saying that he would be mad that they “dated” and yapping about it, turning him into a dumb jealous bimbo who only cares about himself. they erased the importance OF LILY EVANS. the woman at the center of the series. the woman that fought for what she believed in all for people to take all of her personality and give it to someone who was partly responsible for her death? they erased regulus’s character gave him lilys or sirius’s or andromeda’s. they erased sirius’s strength and his story by making it about regulus, who was never abused and thought exactly like ( even more) his parents. i understand that people can ship what they ship. but like at this point this is not even the hp universe anymore. why is everything about people projecting onto characters i don’t get it. characters that had soooo much potential and depth became completely irrelevant and for what? a random ship and a loser guy that didn’t do shit but is pretty enough for people to love and to project all of their trauma on.

bring back lily. bring back sirius. bring back peter???? why is regulus the new 4th marauder??? why do pathetic facist men always get so much popularity.

what is so appealing about him over the over character that aren’t a pretty white boy but that did everything that you SAY that he did but didn’t. i truly don’t understand

and MOSTLY. why is everything so depressing now. people writing stories and adding plot lines like SA? WHY IS IT THAT IN ONE THE MOST FAMOUS FICS FOR JEGULUS FANS MARY GET SA’ED AND THEY STILL MAKE IT ABOUT HIM?????making everyone that a good person bad? what the hell is up with the projecting and why is this fandom so obsessed with adding random trauma to everything like. everything that was good and fun in this fandom is GONE.

i’m BEGGING some of you to go to therapy instead on projecting on characters and crying when people don’t agree with you.