decade accurate marauders era wardrobes - james potter
james' is a more stereotypical take on the seventies. i feel like he embodies the common characteristics of this period of fashion, with its exaggerated collars and pant legs, vibrant colors and patterns including paisley print.
paisley print has origins dating back to thousands of years ago from somewhere between modern-day iran and the india-pakistan border. along with indian music, fashion, and hinduism, it gained major popularity during late 60's/early 70's in us and european pop culture due to the quickly growing hippie and psychedelic movements.
although southern asian influence has held a place in european fashion, its mid 20th century renaissance was largely pioneered by the beatles (a band that i think james would've really liked).
indian!james is a popular headcanon so i feel especially inclined to include paisley and other patterns derived from india/southern asia that had influence on british pop fashion as a nod to this interpretation of him.
idk what it is about it but something about sherpa lined denim jackets and just denim in general scream james to me. such a shame he didn't get to live through the 80s god he would have loved double denim 💔
contrary to popular belief james fleamont potter did in fact strut, in platform shoes with chunky heels that alerted everybody on hogwarts grounds that he was approaching from miles away
in the 60s and 70s glasses shifted from being used solely for eyesight to fashion accessories. this change gave a rise to a variety of glasses styles such as different frame shapes, lens colors, and sizes. james is commonly depicted as wearing teashade/john lennon glasses but comically large square shaped aviator glasses are so much more uniquely 70s (and james coded) imo.
i'm not sure who said it first but red converse are also very james coded. he has a pair of beat up chuck 70s that he wears on early morning runs, sneaking around the castle, quidditch practice, etc etc
james was a male athlete in the 70s him leading quidditch practices in short shorts and a crop top might as well be written in canon idc‼️
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soulmate "we would find each other in every lifetime" au, but whenever you find each other there is always just a slight mistiming.
in some instances you meet mere moments before disaster strikes. in others you are forced to be enemies due to untimely misunderstandings. sometimes you only catch a glimpse of the other in passing before they disappear as though they never existed. there would be the odd occasion where only one of you recognised the other, with them not knowing who you are or of the history which haunts your conscience.
and then there would be times you find yourself desperately holding the other, the tears which burn tracks down your cheeks being the only source of warmth on their cold skin.
despite the unnerving predictability fate has in store for you, you both cannot help but to hope that maybe — just maybe — this next lifetime will be kinder to you both; kinder in a way that your souls are not torn apart before they can even meld together.
(though such sentiment never comes true, it doesn't stop the feeble hope from burning aflame when you cross paths every lifetime. repeatedly, incessantly, and without fail.)
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hi!! sorry if this doesn’t come across correctly, i’ve never requested anything before. if it’s alright, can you write a steve harrington x reader blurb that’s him showing her how to give a blowjob? sorry again if that’s too weird, thanks!
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ nothing is too weird for the buffmeiester (it's me, I'm the buffmeiester, lol hi I'm buffy).
Steve Harrington CD mix!
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you were half a virgin. I know I know, that makes zero sense, but you were. you only had sex once and you don't think it should count. when steve found out, he pretty much laughed at how stupid the terminology was. "what does it even mean to be half of a virgin?" he panted out after laughing hysterically. the reason you wouldn't count the last encounter as your defloweration was because there was no foreplay, no oral, or hand anything. pretty fucking boring.
Steve thought the same. you don't know how you both reached this conclusion but soon you started making bets that turned rather personal. Steve had generously offered to show you how to give someone a blow job since you claimed that if someone taught you, you wouldn't feel so insecure about how you performed. you were hesitant at first, but then you remembered how Steve was your first kiss back in middle school, and the two of you were still friends. you had faith that nothing was going to change.
yet, things were weird at first. you've seen Steve naked before (on accident, or when you both are changing to go swimming) it was never weird like that. this time, you couldn't help but feel a pang of awkwardness settle in your stomach, considering you were on your knees right in front of him. "okay so, you're gonna want to slowly jack off the guy, right, make sure he's-" "-hard? yeah steve, I know." you mumbled as your hands snatch steve's cock away from him.
"j-just wanted to be sure you knew." Steve breathes out, watching your hand slowly work up and down the base of his cock. you couldn't help but feel it harden and twitch in your hands, seeing Steve's mouth slowly open as he glances over at you; the look on your face as you contemplated what to do next. "don't like shove it in your mouth, you have to tease the tip before going all in."
"Like...this?" you ask, before slowly running your tongue across his tip, softly pressing down and making your tongue adjust to the bell of his tip, how pink and pulsating it was already. "y-yeah." Steve squeaked out, repressing his moans as his cheeks turned red. "like that...you sure you need me to teach you how to do this?" he nervously laughed.
the more you teased his tip, the more and more Steve began to unwind and become more vocal, soon you started working towards his base and played with his balls (which you laughed about, not at him, just at the idea of it, which made Steve beyond flustered). before you knew it, you couldn't help but feel yourself get excited at the thought of Steve returning the favor; squeezing your thighs as the sensation of pleasure drove you to show Steve how good of a teacher it was. "it will never be weird between us" but you always assumed that was going to be a problem on Steve's side of things. not yours.
Steve was past the point of pretending that he offered this as a friend, that this was all a nice gesture. five minutes into the whole thing, Steve caves, and starts calling you pet names; baby, honey, sweetie, princess. It all starts going to your head, then straight to your cunt as things progressed. then, Steve yanks your hair, pulling you back from his cock, saliva drooling down your chin as your lips shimmered; your lip gloss managed to stay on. He makes you look up at him.
"Relax your neck, baby." he coos, his cock hitting your cheek. you could feel his whole 'king steve' persona shine through when he tells you that. before slowly directing your head back on his cock, his hips start to jerk a little once your lips reattached themselves back onto his cock. he maneuvers your head as he starts fucking your throat, your face turning red as spit coaxed your cheeks and chin. tears reached the rims of your eyes as he groans loudly. "take me just like that honey-" he growled as you stared up at him in a daze. "you're such a faster learner, huh?" he raspily said.
before you knew it, Steve cums down your throat, causing you to lightly gag as he slowly pulls out. cum slowly seeping out of your lips as you tried to swallow it all. you didn't think he'd cum so much. he breathes heavily pulling you away from his cock.
"mhm...I think I just fixed your 'half-virgin' problem."
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buy me a coffee ૮⸝⸝> ̫ >⸝ ა
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