#james is gonna suffer but hes gonna be happy about it
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lemonade
neighbor!bucky barnes x housewife!reader
devastated by the spreading talk of your husband’s affair, you’re desperate to find a way to get back at him— and who to do it with.
warnings: smut (cunnilingus, unprotected sex, dirty talk, manhandling, praise & light degradation, creampie, breeding) mutual cheating, insecurities, hints to abusive relationships
(highly inspired by this song)
“How is it?”
The incessant whirring of the washing machine is tunneling in your head, adding to the stress induced migraine you’ve already received. But the man in front of you is more than chipper, smiling as he takes in more of the pie you’ve prepared.
“Amazing.” James compliments, mouth full of cherries and crust.
You give him a smile; weak, barely breaching your smile lines- but if he notices, he doesn’t say anything.
“You just seemed hungry.” You muse. “Working outside all morning has gotta make you starved.”
“Well, I won’t turn down a fresh pie, that’s for sure.” He says, washing his mouth down with the lemonade you generously whipped up.
“Your husbands gonna be one happy man, comin’ home to this.” James wipes his face down with a patterned napkin, leaning back into the oakwood dining chair.
You stare ahead blankly, trying to push away the anxiety that’s eating into your stomach like termites— but nothing goes. You can’t explain what you’re feeling, what you’ve been hearing. The secret your husband has been keeping of his affair had no longer been kept, revealed to you by your best friend in town.
She told you about how she saw him, heard him with one of his female colleagues, noticed how much time they spend together daily. How often they both seem to be working late.
The pain you had felt had eaten at you rabidly. You spent days festering, barely able to clean the house without breaking down in sobs, thankful that your husband worked a nine to five and didn’t see the way he made you ache.
You couldn’t give him that. You wouldn’t.
“He’s working late today.” You say, smile deteriorating. “Probably won’t be home until I’m asleep. He’s not that big of a fan of my cooking, anyway.”
James’ eyebrows furrow, “Does he not have tastebuds? You’re a genius in the kitchen, I swear.”
That makes your cheeks heat up, adding to the warmth of the summer weather. “Well, thank you, James.”
“Friends call me Bucky.” He winks, crossing his arms against his chest.
“Bucky it is.” You say.
Bucky is a well-dressed, hard working man from across the street, always tending to his yard or making the exterior of his house fresh. You had always found him attractive. From the day he moved in a few months back he had been in the back of your mind, swirling.
You kept pushing it back, determined to be a faithful doting wife— but it seems that ideal was one-sided.
That gave you an excuse, and excuse to make your vaulted desires come forward. You won’t let your husband see you suffer, but you will let him see you thrive.
You even put on your nicest dress.
“You don’t work?” Bucky asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Oh, no.” You say, “I’m a homemaker.”
“You should be a chef.” He jokes, picking at his plate with a fork.
You giggle, “I don’t have the time.”
“Eh, well,” He says, cleaning off the rest of his dish, “Guess I’ll have to be your pie test subject, then.”
That makes you smile, but more genuine- a spread of butterflies flowing inside your stomach.
You stand up to grab his plate, picking it up and carrying it to the sink to wash.
“Oh, I would’ve gotten that.” Bucky says, sitting up.
“No, no, it’s fine!” You say. “You’ve been working. I got it.”
You bend down to get dish soap, making a show of letting your dress skirt ride up to air your white, lace panties. You linger for just a second too long, before coming back up and actually washing his plate.
As you head back, you wipe off your skirt, dusting off anything that had gotten on it. You don’t miss the way he stares at your thighs, nor the way his eyes drift to your chest as you lean forward.
“I should probably go. Gotta lot to work on.”
As he stands, you grasp his arm, stopping him. “So soon? I could make you some more lemonade.”
You watch as he eyes your hand on his arm, thumbing his flannel with rubbed circles, then gazing back at you.
“As much as I’d love that, I’m pretty behind. I’ll definitely be back, sweets.”
You smile, reaching to paw at his other arm. “I like your company. It gets lonely here, without my husband… having you around is nice.”
“I’m glad.” Bucky says, staring down at you. “I like your company, too, doll.”
You bite down on your lip, playing at the strings of his flannel. “Then why don’t you stay? Just for a little while longer?”
Bucky’s eyes narrow, taking a long, considerate pause.
“If I didn’t know any better-“ He notes, speaking slowly, “I’d say you had ulterior motives for invitin’ me over.”
You give him your best doe-eyed look, letting him sit in the silence.
Of course you did. You got up early, dawned on your nicest matching lingerie set and prettiest dress- just to bake a pie and lemonade for him. It’s pathetic, it’s desperate, but you haven’t felt this giddy since you first started dating your husband.
Bucky’s eyes widen just enough to expose the whites of it. He doesn’t know what to say, really, eyes flickering from to every point he can, debating every option that’s being presented to him on fucking porcelain.
“Your husband…” He trails.
“He’s not here.” You note. “He won’t be for a while. I told you he’s working late.”
“Doll…”
“Yeah?”
“What are you playin’ at here, exactly?”
You contemplate what to say, how to say it. You’re unsure if it’s even a good idea, if you’re more motivated by revenge or desire— but both are clouding your head.
“I want you to fuck me like he never could.”
Bucky can’t help the way his mouth opens. He can feel his cock throb in his jeans, already half hard since he saw you in that godforsaken dress. You’re like the devil.
“I don’t wanna be the guy who ruins a marriage.” He objects, despite his own desires.
“Trust me,” Your hand rises up to grip his face, “It’s already been ruined.”
Bucky’s hands move almost against his will. Sliding down your back, hovering over your ass under your dress, his breathing shaky.
“He doesn’t fuck you right? That it?”
“He doesn’t fuck me at all, cause he’s too busy fucking another woman.”
That settles it for him.
His mouth practically swallows yours, hands grabbing your ass with force while his tongue invades your mouth. You can do nothing but moan, whining into his throat as you hold onto him.
He turns, picking you up and placing you on the kitchen table. You clatter against silverware, but he pushes them off before they stab into your skin- letting them clammer onto the tiled floor.
He moves to press open mouth kisses on your neck, already pulling the cups of your dress down, followed by your bra to reveal your breasts. He wraps a hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking as he massages the other one, reveling in the way you moan above him.
Bucky’s pushing up your skirt, pressing kisses down your stomach and your legs. He mouths around your inner thighs, teasing to where you need him most.
“Please,” You pant, pinching at your own nipples.
Bucky sliiiiides your panties down your legs, letting them fall to the ground beneath you. He lets out a grunt at the sight of your pussy, glistening and wet. Just for him.
“Your husband make you this wet?”
“Mm-mm,” You hum, “Never.”
That makes him grin. A shit-eating, cocky, son-of-a-bitch grin, but god, is it sexy.
He presses kisses to your mound, before licking a broad stripe up your folds. That has you moaning, legs squirming- but he’s quick to hold you back down.
You’re gasping while he sucks around your clit, fingers catching in your wet hole and sliding in and out. He’s moaning at your taste, sending vibrations against your clit that have you reeling.
He’s practically buried himself inside your cunt, devouring you like cherry pie. His mouth moves to suck down, before his tongue slides into your hole, his fingers replacing his tongues previous placement at your clit.
“I’m- I’m close,” You whine, pulling at his dark hair.
You feel his movements get faster, urging you to teeter off that edge. The high he’s building is unlike one you’ve felt— it’s cold, lighting inside your legs and stomach, building up so tight you can feel it about to snap.
And when it finally does, Bucky has to hold you still. He’s moaning with you, letting you ride out your orgasm by using his face.
When you come down, you’re panting, watching as he comes back up with a glistening mouth. He wipes off the sides, sucking around his fingers to get the last of your taste.
You reach out for him, which he gladly accepts. He brings you in for another kiss, reaching down to unbuckle his belt and pull down his jeans.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Mhm,” You moan, legs still tingling with a post-orgasmic haze.
“Say it, honey.” Bucky grunts, pulling down his boxers and stroking at his cock. You whimper at the sight— it’s thick, bigger than your husband’s, tip practically weeping.
“I need you to fuck me, please, I want it so fucking bad.” You beg, watching as he slides the head of his cock around your folds. “Please.”
Bucky’s cock catches in your hole, sliding into your wet heat with ease. You both whine at the feeling of him bottoming out, pressing kisses around every piece of skin on the other you can reach.
“Fuck,” He moans. “So fuckin’ tight, honey— he really doesn’t fuck ya, does he? This was all you needed, a good fuck, someone to make you cum hard, treat ya like the little slut you are. Well I’m here, honey, and I’m fuckin’- shit, I’m not leaving.”
He starts to fuck into you, balls slapping against your ass with the furious pace he’s already set. He’s grunting, groaning at the feeling of your warm cunt, head thrown back in pleasure.
“Yeah,” You moan, whining at the feeling of him using your pussy, “Fuck, just like that, please!”
“Yeah? You like that?” He moans, “Like me fuckin’ using your pussy?”
You can’t reply- too fucked out. You just moan, mumbling incoherently, pussy clenching around his moving length.
Bucky slaps at one of your tits; making you yelp, but then he sucks the nipple into his mouth with a groan. You tug at his hair, reveling in how it makes him borderline whimper.
You rub circles around your clit, desperate to get off, despite already coming so recently. He grunts at the sight, pulling off your nipple with a pop—
“Fuck, you gonna cum again?” Bucky groans, grabbing your hips to fuck into you harder, “It feels that good? Fuck, Wanna see you cream on my cock, be a good girl. C’mon.”
Another orgasm washes over you. It’s not as intense as the first one, but still leg twitching, making you curl into yourself.
“Oh god, that’s fuckin’ it,” Bucky groans, gasping, “Feels so good, baby, you have no idea.”
You whine in overstimulation as he keeps fucking you, whimpering when he reaches down to start rubbing your clit again.
“Need you to give me one more.”
“I can’t,” You whine.
“You can.” He rasps, “You fuckin’ will. Be a good girl, doll, gimme one more. Fuck, I need it.”
You’re clawing at his back, wetness practically drenching his cock. You know you’re leaving scratch marks, probably even drawing blood- but he doesn’t seem to care. If anything, it spurs him on.
“I’m coming,” You whine, “Oh god, I can’t-“
Your third orgasm rips through you sharper than the others, leaving you trembling under his hold. All you can hear his harsh groans and grunts, praising you for how good you did for him.
“Shit,” Bucky grunts, sweat dripping down his face, “I’m so fuckin’ close.”
You wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him in closer and locking him inside.
“Fuck, honey-“ He stutters, “I gotta pull out, I can’t- you gotta let go, I can’t pull out.”
You shake your head, whining, “Cum in me, please.”
That makes him whine. “You want me to come in you? Fill up that slutty pussy?”
You nod rapidly, clenching your legs around him tighter. You can tell he’s close by how his thrusts stutter, cock throbbing inside your cunt.
“Your husbands gonna come home today, not knowing his pretty little wife has a pussy full of another man’s cum,” Bucky taunts, “But you love that, don’t you?”
“Yeah- yes, I love it.” You moan, grabbing onto him.
“Oh god- beg me for it.”
“Please cum inside me.”
“Fuck, you can do better than that,”
“Please!” You shout, “Cum inside me, I want it- I want it so fucking bad. I need you to fill up my pussy, please, Bucky.”
With one last, loud, bellowing groan, he stills above you, pumping you full of every last drop he has. He almost fully collapses, both of you left panting and spent.
After a moment, he stands up, wiping the sweat off his forehead before helping you correct your clothing malfunctions.
“Hey, uh,” Bucky says, pushing your hair back out of your face. “You ever make another pie that needs testing, you know where to find me.”
#sebastian stan#bucky barnes#sebastian stan x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes smut#sebastian stan smut#my writing#marvel fanfic#marvel fanfiction
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Death Predictions for Avatar
🟢Definitely not dying🟢
Lo'ak: bro's being set up as the new mc, JamCam's definitely not gonna kill him off
Tsireya: as the new mc's love interest, she's safe, cause this is a traditional blockbuster and we can't have a happy ending without the mc starting a family of his own after all the fighting's done.
Tuk: the Sully family has suffered enough after Neteyam
Neytiri: JAMES FRANCIS CAMERON DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT
🟡Possibly dying🟡
Jake: with Lo'ak being set up as the new mc, I could see Jake dying in the final conflict of movie 5, or passing away in a flashforward of old age
Kiri: they're clearly setting her up to be a messiah-like figure and messiah-like figures have a nasty habit of sacrificing themselves to save everyone else. I could see her death being similar to Princess Yue from the less-blue Avatar, like the humans somehow find a way to harm Eywa and Kiri sacrifices herself to bring Eywa back or something.
Spider: whether or not he dies is gonna hinge entirely on what Quaritch's character development demands, cause that seems to be the reason Spider's character exists. Just how Neteyam's death was used to motivate Jake, Neytiri, and Lo'ak's characters, if Spider dies, it will be used as motivation for Quaritch. It could be a positive "my son would've wanted this so I'm gonna be good now" thing or a "my son is dead and I got nothing to lose so i'm gonna kill everybody" thing.
Norm: Norm is important enough that the audience would feel sad if he died, but he's not important enough that the plot would suffer from his absence, so I can definitely see him on the chopping block.
Mo'at: she's a grandma. Grandmas die sometimes :(
🔴Definitely dying🔴
Quaritch: I'm calling it right now. Quaritch is gonna be an asshole throughout the whole franchise, and then at the last second he's gonna have a change of heart, do one (1) good thing, and then die so he won't have to face the consequences of his actions. This has been cliche since Terminator 2, but then again JC wrote terminator 2 so can you really call it cliche if you made the cliche?
Aonung: Sylwanin, Tom Sully, Tsu'tey, Neteyam... I'm starting to think JC has something against older siblings. Sorry Aonung.
Wainfleet: the second Neytiri learns he's the guy who shot Neteyam it's over for his bald ass.
Scoresby: Payakan should've gone for the head and he's not gonna make the same mistake twice.
Ardmore: she's the head honcho now. Probably gonna get an arrow to the chest in A3.
#cyren myadd theorizes#avatar#avatar the way of water#avatar 3#avatar jake sully#neytiri sully#avatar kiri#loak sully#avatar neteyam#spider socorro#avatar spider#tuktirey#tsireya#aonung#norm spellman#miles quaritch#avatar quaritch#mo'at#sully family#atwow#lyle wainfleet#payakan
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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 12
chapter 22:
1. 😟😟 all james wants is for sirius to be there for james the way james ALWAYS was for sirius
2. 😟 james wished hodge happy birthday even though hodge died yesterday. i- i am not okay
3. “Regulus never fails to look up. Evan would be proud of him for that, he thinks.” 😧 that was vile to put in there
4. james has resorted to BEGGING for medicine from sirius and can’t understand why sirius won’t send any. this hurts so bad
5. nope. i’m done. i can’t read any more. james started looking forward to death cause he would be out of this arena and out of pain. jfc i’m done
6. anyways. i’m back cause i couldn’t stop reading.
7. REGULUS AND JAMES ARE REUNITED!!! THANK GOD!!! 😊
8. 😧 wait nevermind. james just mistook regulus for sirius. “James has never, not once in his life under any circumstances, mistaken Regulus for Sirius”
9. james is delulu from medicine and reg just found out that the plan has always been to get reg home. this hits like a motherfucking truck
10. james is high as a fucking kite, can’t figure out why “sirius” is being mean to him, cause he’s never been mean to him. and is also wondering why “sirius” is oddly attractive for being mean
11. it takes james half a chapter, and reg cutting his shirt for james to realize it’s not sirius. cause sirius has different scars. i love james sm 😭😭
12. “What was Sirius thinking? Drugging James? In the middle of the fucking hunger games? That might be the most idiotic thing Regulus has ever known his brother to do, and this is Sirius he's talking about, so that's saying a lot. Sirius once flipped a cigarette in the air and tried to catch it with his mouth while it was lit, and kept doing it until he could actually consistently manage it, no matter how much it burned him. Though, in fairness, he can still do that trick to this day.”
LMAO WHAT??? that’s so random and i love it
13. 😧 legit sobbing. reg says that james lost the spark in his eyes. and he’s the one person he expected to never lose his spark
14. reg reveals that they both can go home. james’ spark is back. i’m sobbing harder now. they’re so in love
15. i eat, breathe, and dream those author end notes. bizzarestars writes their end notes the way my brain processes the fic. <33
chapter 23:
1. starting the chapter off with pain, i see. losing vanity changed james. like. horribly changed him.
2. “What Regulus hates more than James is his suffering.” jfc he’s so emotionally constipated
3. james is sad and all reg can think is hmmmm i want him to start flirting with me again, because it meant he was happy bitch wtf
4. awww they’re cuddling and just got a package! my babies are gonna make it out!
5. reg realizes he has to put on a show, so he offers to feed james. and wants to gouge his eyeballs out for offering that. 😭😭😭😭
6. i’m dying from embarrassment but this is also so fucking funny. reg is like. let’s talk about our feelings. for each other. and james is just like *head tilt* ???
7. “"You weren't my first crush, James," Regulus whispers. "You were my first love."”
james didn’t just make reg feel good, he made reg feel and i am NOT okay.
8. “This whole time, Regulus has been steady on the fact that he wouldn't kiss James to save his own life, but he's apparently willing to do it to save James'.”
JFC why is he so emotionally constipated???
9. THEY KISS????? james is gonna be heartbroken when he realizes it was all an act
10. oh thank god james realized. at least it broke his heart now and not in two weeks
11. *squints* now reg has never wanted anything more than this kiss. girl. please. realize.
12. god, i’ve never read a kiss more beautifully and emotionally desperate written.
13. 😏 reg called him baby again!
14. oh god, maybe i’m just as bad as everyone in the hallow. maybe i’m just as bad as them. cause i enjoy their romance. i enjoy it so much. maybe i’m just as bad as the hallow for that. i- i think this every time i read the hunger games.
15. “James wants to sink his teeth into Regulus and leave the deep imprints of his teeth from one jutting hip bone to the other.” sometimes i forget that jegulus is a little unhinged in ways like this. and every time i’m reminded, I LOVE IT
16. “"You treat me like I'm stupid for daring to see good in people, but if there's no good in anyone, then what's the fucking point?"”
this entire section. this. this is what james is all about
17. 😟 authors note just told me i’m no better than a hallow. for my excitement over jegulus. and- yeah. i guess so. i’m so sorry y’all
#marauders#regulus black#james potter#jegulus#fanfic#sirius black#sunseeker#starchaser#crimson rivers
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james potter + hold on by chord overstreet
lari's 100th follower bash + send me a song and one of my boys for a drabble
james + chord overstreet's hold on (come back, I still need you; let me take your hand, I'll make it right; I swear to love you all my life)
content warning: fay asked for this now we're all gonna suffer. suicide / character death (reader). do not read if depression, anxiety, mental illness, grief and these sorts of themes trigger you.
you called him, you called him. he kept thinking about that as you were taken to the ambulance, why, why did you call? why if he wouldn't be able to stop you. why? did you want him to come? was he supposed to come faster? did you set him up to fail? did you want him to come at all?
he knew, he knew, he knew he wasn't being fair. he knew those weren't the questions to ask. but you haven't called in months, maybe closer to two years now, what if he wasn't living around anymore?
what if he had gone back to his folks' town?
what if he wasn't home when you called his home phone?
did you even want him to come? were you asking to be saved? were you saying goodbye? he tried not to sob when he was instructed to call your family and meet them at the hospital.
you're not related, you can't come with her.
you're not related, he was just your ex from years ago. he couldn't make decisions for you if needed. he couldn't even keep his hands on your cold cold ones on the ride there, he was forced to shove down his sobs to be able to drive and not cause an accident due to his blurry sight.
you asked him how he was, your voice weak. he was so confused but happy nonetheless, he had missed your voice didn't matter how high or low you spoke. he told you about his new job, his new glasses, his new apartment. but you avoided his questions any time he tried to know more about how your life was.
i just want to hear your voice, jamie, please keep talking. it was such an odd request to have, but he didn't mind, he missed you so much, his best friend, his first love. so he kept talking, he told you about his week, and peter's new girlfriend, and remus' phd, how sirius had gone viral with one of his songs. he only stopped when he thought you were asleep, complete silence coming from your end of the line.
he heard a noise, your phone dropping. a shiver went through his back, he called for you, hoping you would wake up and pick it up, apologize for falling asleep.
you didn't. he had to call the ambulance on the way there. even so he got to your apartment first, he had to break through so many doors to get to you his arm and shoulder were sore, you were stomach down on your bed, arm hanging out of it, phone far on the floor.
cold. barely breathing.
he did cpr to the best of his abilities, his hands were shaking, his own lungs seemed like they were about to give it up as the tears took his eyes, his cheeks, his neck. his own voice breaking, begging you to wake up. telling you to not leave him.
the rescue came in seconds later, finishing the medical predicament and taking you with them.
he shouldn't have left. when you told him you wouldn't be able to keep a long distance relationship for an year so he could go to barcelona, he should've stayed. he should've looked for you when he came back. he knew of your issues, he had his own, you took care of each other. made sure all meds were taken, all doctor's appointments were scheduled.
james wasn't that arrogant, he knew you wouldn't do something like that because of him. he knew he wasn't the reason. still the guilt made him so sick to his stomach he had to stop his car on the side of a road to throw up what he had for dinner earlier. he called your parents before getting back to his car, trying to keep calm not to freak them out even more.
i found her in her bed, she was still breathing, she's going to the hospital. she's gonna be fine.
he arrived just in time to see you being pulled out of the ambulance, so many wires plugged into, a mask attached to your face. he took your hand with his, following the paramedics as they went to some room he wasn't sure for, he left a kiss to your forehead and shivered at how cold it felt on his lips. "i still love you, please, don't—i need you alive and well, don't give up, please." james could feel the stares from the staff, pity. sadness. he tried to ignore it as he plopped down to the floor when he couldn't follow anymore. his head hitting the wall softly as the memories of you washed him over.
you taught him what a panic attack was, and how to deal with his. you were the one to recommend the psychiatrist he was seeing now. you taught him coping mechanisms for anxiety while he was too stubborn to look for therapy himself.
you saved him from himself, from his own thoughts, so so so many times. not only that, but you gave him reason, purpose, calmness. he would remember your smile even in spain, he would wonder what you were doing, and the thought of you happy and free made any uneasiness he felt there, while he was alone and lonely, disappear. he remembered coming back to england, he had so many little trinkets he had bought especially for you on his baggage, and he was going to look for you but you seemed so happy on your socials.
good bloody one, james, trust the social media. he sighed, another hit of the back of his head to the wall. trusting your happy posting as if he didn't live with you enough time to know you always did it, it kept your parents safe from worrying too much. he knew it, he knew it, he knew it, why didn't he look for you before?
your parents ask him if you were dating again, james answers "not yet." completely hopeful this could might as well be some fucked up plan from fate to reunite you two. that you would be out of all of those wires, that mask, in just a few hours. and he would cry and hug you and tell you to never scare him again like that. he would take your hand, now warm, and reach to his heart so you could feel how he still felt for you.
that hope came crashing down when he came back from the cafeteria, coffees on both his hands for your parents.
your parents who were talking to a doctor. his vision blurred again with the awful yell he heard from your mum. both cups straight to the floor as he approached the doctor for explanation.
you're wrong. she's alive. you're wrong.
his knees felt weak and he dropped to the floor of the hospital once again that night. sobbing as he hugged himself wishing you were being embraced by him.
wishing you would be waiting for him when he got home, snacking something so so so unhealthy while drinking diet coke.
but you wouldn't. never again.
#james potter x reader#james potter x you#james potter x y/n#james potter scenario#james potter imagine#james x you#james x reader#james x y/n#james scenario#james imagine#marauders x reader#marauders x you#marauders x y/n#lari's 100th
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Dating Remus Lupin headcannons?
d a t i n g r e m u s l u p i n
fandom- Harry Potter
pairing(s)- remus lupin
a/n: im so sorry it took so long, my questions are flooded and im trying my best but regardless my requests are open luvs :)
so this is actually kind of based on a boy i liked (like) and i can't say its been as happy as this but that's where i found a bit of my inspiration for this and its honestly sad but eh
requested- yes
warnings- there is a bit of insecurities and doubt showing
remus lupin was the bravest bitch of them all but when it comes to you? you wish
he would help someone burry a body without even knowing their middle name but noo, can't go sit with you in charms, pathetic
this boy isn't the type to let everyone know abt his little crush but then again james and sirius would find out immediately cause he's not very good at keeping this secret
before you guys even started talking its just staring at you in the hallways or passing by you asking sirius if you looked oml
but he wont even hold eye contact
he would acknowledge the marauders sitting next to him but he had smthn better to look at
his favourite things to do is simp for you and suffer
"i worship her" lupin agenda
remus blushing is my favourite sight to see
he has the most hypnotizing eyes ahh
he would have the sluttiest tattoos
him putting his hands around you when you talk to someone he dislikes <3
he woodlot be as touchy but deffo gonna lean on you or have his arms around you
he would give dirtiest looks
possessive lupin all the way
i'm a huge advocate of remus john lupin being the bitch who does not need or want your approval and actively support it
i feel like he would have anger issues and his cussing would be off the roof but its maintained around you
you could control him by giving him chocolate
shifting would be another thing, he wouldn't let you near him as a werewolf but you're all he wants before and after
he's pretty insecure about his scars but yk its hot
tbh personally he'd be chaotic and a little loopy but he always has his best interests lined for you
and he makes a show of what and who his priorities are
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ok i need to talk about alastair for a (long) moment bc i love him.
this got a lot longer than i expected it to btw so ig it’s just for the alastair stans bc it’s basically just a character study lmao
first of all, there’s obviously this:
“I wanted you to have a childhood, a thing I never had. I wanted you to be able to love and respect your father as I never could. Every time he made a mess, who do you think had to clean it up? Who told you Father was ill or sleeping when he was drunk? Who went out and fetched him when he passed out in a gin palace and smuggled him in through the back door? Who learned at ten years old to refill the brandy bottles with water each morning so no one would notice the levels had sunk—?”
like he put so much energy into making sure cordelia could grow up loving and adoring her father in a way he was never able to. from age ten he was hiding his father’s alcoholism, even before he started at the academy.
“Alastair never acknowledging any of it, laughing it off, turning her attention in some other direction, always, so she did not dwell. So she would not have to.”
and then he got to the academy and had bullying and beatings added on top of all that.
“They … let’s just say that by the end of the first week, I had been made to understand my place in the hierarchy, and I had the bruises to remind me should I ever forget.”
like… does this excuse bullying? no, it doesn’t, but it does explain it, especially after he had taken all that for a year:
“After about a year of being knocked around,” Alastair went on, “I realized I could either become one of the bullies, or suffer for the rest of my school days.”
and as he says himself no, he didn’t beat anyone, didn’t get his hands bloody, but yes, he was a bully to save himself from the beatings.
and again, this does not excuse the bullying because of course that’s still bad. i just feel like a lot of people really fucking underestimate how much growing up with an alcoholic parent can affect you. especially when 1) you actually know about it, and 2) you’re the one who has to deal with it from age ten, and 3) they verbally attack you when they’re drunk (as we also saw when elias talked to james)
and then we get to this:
“Then you lot arrived, a bunch of boys from famous families, too well brought up to understand at first what went on far from home. Expecting the world would embrace you. That you would be treated well. As I never had been.” Alastair pushed back a lock of hair with a shaking hand. “I suppose I hated you because you were happy. Because you had each other—friends you could like and admire—and I had nothing like that. You had parents who loved each other.”
and does this excuse the way he treated them? again, no. but once again, it does explain it. alastair had dealt with so damn much since he was a kid so of course he’s gonna feel jealousy. alastair isn’t white, he’s never been able to go anywhere and expected that the world would embrace him as he put it, so that’s yet another thing he was more than likely jealous about.
and he knows what he did was wrong. he knows there’s no excuse, he knows they would all be well within their right to hate him for the rest of their lives if they wanted to, and i feel like so many people forget that?? alastair never expected to be forgiven for any of this.
and then we get to his sexuality and charles.
if i did the math right, alastair would’ve been either 16 or freshly 17 when he started dating a 23-year-old charles and to quote cc:
“it was a bad and unhealthy relationship, and i think the age gap is part of that.”
anyway, there’s one quote i’ve had in my mind ever since chog, and it’s when alastair asks charles, “If this is not what you came for, then why are you here?”
this implies that charles is only ever there for one thing. like, alastair is in love with this man and he wants to show that but charles isn’t letting him.
not to mention that charles is also dismissing alastair’s wishes:
“And I thought that you would agree to marry too.”
“That I would marry?” Alastair sprang to his feet. “I have told you over and over, Charles, even if I did not have you, I would never marry some poor woman and deceive her as to my love and regard.”
alastair having to tell charles over and over again that he’s not marrying a woman and charles still assuming that he will like… sir 🤨 he said no 🤨
anyway. then there’s to how he felt about his sexuality:
“Father’s weakness is not your weakness.”
The fire in the grate had nearly burned down. Alastair’s eyes were luminous in the dark. “I have my own weaknesses, as you well know.”
and after this when cordelia tells him that love isn’t a weakness, he responds with “isn’t it?”
like this man is comparing his own sexuality to the way his father treated him. you cannot tell me he was always okay with being gay because he so clearly was not, especially not with charles trying to keep him hidden and trying to make him marry a woman.
and after elias dies:
“I can’t mourn,” he said in a choked voice. “I cannot mourn my own father. What does that say about me?”
his relationship with his father was so ruined to the point where he couldn’t mourn him because he wasn’t able to love him in the way cordelia was, likely because he mourned his father already when he was 10.
and there’s also some of cordelia’s observations in choi:
Some months ago Cordelia had learned the emotional cost of Alastair’s interventions, the invisible scars he worked so diligently to conceal.”
the emotional costs being this:
“She knew Alastair was not always like this—she knew he could be kind, sweet, vulnerable even. She knew her father had broken his son’s heart a dozen different ways, and Alastair was doing the best he could with the pieces.”
like. elias has been breaking alastair’s heart over and over basically in every possible way since he was at least 10 so he’s really just doing what he can to stitch himself together at this point, the exact reason he put up walls.
“But it didn’t help for Alastair to behave like this, to retreat behind a cold facade as cutting as glass.
The way James retreated behind the Mask.”
alastair is basically just one big defense mechanism.
we also have thomas’ observations about alastair:
“There was only one other person Thomas had known with eyes like that. Not golden eyes, but dark, and so sad—he had always been drawn to that dichotomy, he thought, of the cruelty of Alastair’s words, and the sadness with which he said them. Sorrowful eyes and a vicious tongue. Tell me, he had always wanted to say, what broke your heart, and let such bitterness spill out?”
the answer to his question: elias.
elias broke alastair’s heart and left him to respond to everything with defense mechanisms.
alastair is such a complex character and he’s also one of my absolute favorites because of that. his relationship with his father is so realistic, and him distancing himself from everyone else because of his father is also so realistic. i just love this character with my whole heart ok
this is so long but istg i could write a whole essay about this man and ykw? maybe i will.
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suffering horrendous nothing happens withdrawals, heart getting weaker, legs getting numb, sweat running down my back etc etc do you have any headcanons or something to help me during this difficult time 😔
(only if you feel like it ofc lovey)
OF COURSE I HAVE HCS NONNIE.. I'M ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT THEM.. and i'm more than happy to share them with u mwah!!
james' first time happened when he was 16 with this girl a couple of years older than him, they never dated it was simply a hookup. but reg's first time is with james when he's 17 (and james 19) <3 while he's dating barty too <3
funnily enough.. this happening is actually barty's fault..
james ruins more than a few friendships over regulus and all the shit he does for/bc of him (he doesn't care)
there's a scene with james and lily after he catches he and reg making out . very heavily . and i'm so fucking excited to write it bc their lil convo is everythingggg to me
barty and pandora dated briefly when he first joined their friend group. and then barty dated reg. and he ends up with evan at some point. which is somehow hilarious to me bc he saw this lil group of freaks and he was like . yeah i'm fucking all of them . AND HE DID
james gets in a physical fight with one of reg's bfs (rabastan) and actually sends him to the hospital
mary never forgives james about the emma thing, so their friendship remains tense and . kinda bitter . after he and emma break up
effie and monty absolutely adore reg as a person but . they don't like him for james bc they don't like the kind of person james turns into when he's with reg (this changes with time obviously and this is not all on reg, james is half to blame at the very least but that's their son etc)
everyone at reg's school think he's dating james (mostly during his last 2 years) and he never corrects them
despite barty being the person james hates the most . his least fav of reg's bfs is benjy simply bc he's actually a nice guy and really good for reg (it also doesn't help that sirius loooooves him)
reg makes a habit of picking up james' phone when they're hanging out and james' current gf calls and being . as ambiguous about what they're doing as possible on purpose
james catches him at some point but finds it soooo funny and sooooo endearing that he allows it. kinda encourages it even
james mentions in part 2 of nothing happens that he doesn't think sirius knows about he and reg sharing a bed so often bc he'd confront him about it but sirius Does Know bc he has seen them a couple of times when he has a nightmare and goes to look for his brother
he's not a fan. hates it even. but he'd never tell reg how or where to seek comfort so he's never mentioned it and simply pretends it's not a Thing at all
evan's always been Team James simply bc he was jealous when reg and barty dated and secretly wanted them to break up so bad
pandora however................. she stops being james' fan at some point in the story and even after they figure their shit out . her friendship with him is never the same
when it comes to james' friends, i'm pretty sure the only ones rooting for reg are lily and peter. like.. not even sirius and that's literally his brother lmao
james and reg's relationship stays mostly platonic at all times (except they never actually act like friends but u get what i mean) but when either or both of them are dating someone . the jealousy and possessiveness jump out and suddenly they're making out + fucking any chance they get
reg shows off all the hickeys james leaves when james is dating someone, but does his best to cover them when james is single (or he is dating someone)
james never hides the marks reg leaves tho.. mostly bc he isn't self-aware about the cheating and he's never ashamed of what he and reg do
and i think i'm gonna stop there bc this has already gotten long enough.. i have another post with some hcs somewhere in the tag tho i case u wanna check those up too!!
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Avengers Guys Taking Care of You When You're Sick Imagines
Hello! I caught some sort of very fun disease doing work-related things last weekend, so I came up with these imagines! I thought I'd post them for funises and because making you think of the dialogue yourself is way easier when there's very little oxygen entering my brain.
Disclaimer: I don't really do imagines, so I'm not even 100% sure that's what these are. They might just be headcanons? Listen, man, I'm an old person on the Internet. I don't know what I'm doing.
Also, I wrote these starting in the middle of the night after having only eaten marginally for three straight days and sleeping about a total of two hours over the course of 48 hours. Also, I didn't proofread them on account of the cinderblock shoved up my nose being very distracting. (But if there's something wrong, do feel free to bring it to my attention, and I will change it.)
Pretend these are in a world where COVID isn't a concern. I didn't feel like dealing with masking and isolation.
Let me know if you'd like to see later phases or groups!
EDIT: I forgot Clint. I blame the cinderblock. He's been added.
Enjoy!
Tony Stark
Let's face it. This guy is not in any position to play nurse. He hardly knows how to take care of himself; you're a different person entirely! Plus, he's not exactly into the idea of catching your cooties. Once you've got the ick, he is out of the bedroom and camping in his lab until you're no longer showing symptoms.
But that doesn't mean you're facing this alone. If this is before Pepper takes over Stark Industries as CEO, Tony's got her and Happy running around making sure you have anything you want--anything. More cold medicine? Done. A house call from your doctor? Called them 20 minutes ago; they're on their way. An authentic pizza directly from Italy? It's yours. If it's after, he will go get everything for you himself; it's just going to take a lot longer, and it'll probably take him five trips to actually get the right thing.
He won't leave you completely alone either. He'll call you up on one of the tablet phones and talk to (or at) you for hours. Heck, if you're bored, he might even set it up so you can watch him tinker on the suits from bed.
James Rhodes
You don't want Rhodey to find out you're sick. He's a busy guy, whether he's working with the Air Force or the Avengers. But he's gonna find out. Maybe he isn't able to call you as often as he'd like, but as soon as he makes contact, he's going to know you're sick from the word "hello."
He hates that you're often sick when he's quite literally half a world away. He doesn't want you to deal with your illness alone--and you won't. If he's still working primarily at the Air Force, you're on base with loads of fellow military officers and their spouses, and soon you've got more casseroles than you know what to do with. If he's with the Avengers, things are a little trickier. He can't ask Dr. Cho to fly in from Korea for a cough, and it's not like FRIDAY can answer the door for Uber Eats. Pepper and Tony aren't going to let one of their best friend's SO suffer, though! They love you, too. One or both of them is going to make sure you've got a house call from a doctor very soon.
As soon as Rhodey is off work, he's back with you. He'll cook dinner--something healthy that he knows you like. Then you'll both head to the couch or bed, snuggle up under a big blanket, and watch old movies until you fall asleep beside him.
Thor Odinson
Asgardians don't get run-of-the-mill illnesses, and any illness they do get is way more spectacular than what Midgardians deal with. Because of this, Thor finds your run-of-the-mill illness fascinating. Like, almost annoyingly so. Although he's fine to leave you to go on missions or the like, he is otherwise right there with you, delighting in every cough, sniffle and sneeze. If anyone on the team points out that you're, you know, sick, Thor is quick to remind them how incredibly tough his SO is. He knows you'll pull through!
Still, he doesn't want you to feel awful, so he's going to seek out advice on what he can do to help you. The results that come from this depend on who Thor decided to ask. Dr. Strange? Probably earn you some decent medications and/or treatments, even if Thor isn't 100% sure exactly how to use them. Loki? Then you're probably going to end up with Thor trying a dozen different things that don't make you feel worse but definitely don't make you feel better either. Hey, Loki's got no vested interest in helping out his brother's SO.
At the end of the day, at least you won't be left alone very often, and there is something endearing about a guy who thinks it's cute when you're so full of snot you can't think.
Loki Laufeyson
Loki is a much less...obtrusive companion than his brother is. Sick Midgardians are boring. They just lay around all day, producing the most horrible liquids from every part of them. He's got better things to do than sit around all day watching that...
...is what he wants everyone to think. He knows you don't like be smothered either. So Loki does go about his day as usual for the most part, but that doesn't mean he isn't checking in quite regularly. He'll slip into your room every few hours or so just to make sure you're resting. He won't wake you if you are. And the things you need have a funny way of appearing on your bedside table whenever you wake up: the remote control, a container of hot tea, even clean pajamas if you aren't feeling capable of walking to the bathroom for a shower.
But just because you don't like being smothered doesn't mean you want to be alone the entire time. Loki knows that. He's probably not going to crawl into bed next to someone who is coughing and sneezing and already warmer than they want to be, but he's perfectly content to pull a comfortable chair over to your bedside and sleep there. And when you get bored of watching TV or just need something quiet to fall asleep to, he's always happy to read aloud to you from whatever book he's reading.
Steve Rogers
Steve may no longer have the ability to get sick, but he remembers being sick when he was skinny, and he knows it's no fun. He also remembers the things that Bucky did for him that helped, and he'll try all of that on you. This leads to a bit of quarreling when Tony reminds him that they live in the 21st Century and have better ways of helping people with sore throats and coughing. But Steve eventually relents, and you get a good combination of things that make you feel better.
He's good at compartmentalizing, so he can put worrying about you aside when he needs to lead the team. The second they don't need him anymore, you're back at the forefront of his mind, and he's headed right to wherever you are. Even if you don't need anything he can provide you, he wants to make sure you're okay.
Since Steve doesn't get sick, he's 100% ready to cuddle. This is great when you have chills, and not so great when you're having hot flashes. He respects you if you ask him to please get the hell out of the bed. He lets you rest when you need rest, and is perfectly happy to just hang out in the room with you, quietly drawing in his notebook so he's there if you do need him.
Bucky Barnes
If Steve remembers getting sick, Bucky remembers being the one to take care of Steve when he was sick (after Steve's mom died). He does not handle seeing you sick well. At all. He cannot stop worrying about you at all. Never mind that all you've got is a stuffy nose and a cough, he's pretty much convinced that you are going to die on him any minute.
He's very reluctant to leave your side when you're sick. Even if there's some world ending-crisis that the team needs him for, he'd rather stay with you. Oh, he'll go to help with the world-ending crisis, but he's going to be thinking about you the entire time. Everybody on comms is going to get real tired of him using any downtime to wonder aloud if this will make [Name] feel better.
If you're lucky, Natasha or Sam or Steve might take pity on you and insist that Bucky take some time away and quit worrying so much. But unless they take him on outing to get you something (food, flowers, medicine, etc.), he's not going to want to go. Unless he's directly looking at you and confirming that you're okay himself, he's just not going to be able to settle. Until your fever breaks, don't expect Bucky to leave your side for very long, if at all.
Clint is a very normal guy wen it comes to his SO being sick. He's not too pushy or too distant. When you wake up with a sore throat, he makes you a cup of hot water with lemon juice in it, brings you a small breakfast in bed, and checks the medicine cabinet before he leaves for work. If there's anything you're low on, he'll make sure to pick it up on the way home. He'll call you at lunchtime to check on you, and if you say you need anything then, he'll pick that up on the way home, too.
If he has to go far away for work, of course Natasha is there to run errands and check on you. And if they're working together far away, you might get a very rare, very strange visit from Director Fury delivering cough syrup. Coulson pops by, too. Clint's got a pretty big support network willing to fill in any gaps he can't when he's working.
When he's at home, Clint mostly leaves you alone. He knows you need rest. There's plenty of work for him to do around the place anyway. But whenever he takes a break, he'll pop into the bedroom and ask you if you need anything if you're awake. He's always quick to tell the streaming service you're still watching, too, just so it's still going when you wake up. And he buys loads of your favorite takeout to tempt you to eat.
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Forever Romantic
A/N: Just had to get at least one more out there for valentine’s day! thanks for celebrating with me!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Words: 1.3k
warnings: Mild language, gn reader (no pronouns), quick edit, just fluff!!
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Bucky had always been a romantic and despite all the trauma and torment in his life he still managed to hold onto his sweet-hearted nature.
You on the other hand? Well, you were romantic, you’re not gonna lie. You had your days where the thought of coming home with a gift for him made you giddy like a child, where you couldn’t wait for him to get back from a mission so you could go on the date you had planned. However today you were just tired.
You had almost been late to your doctor's appointment this morning and then had unexpectedly been asked to cover a shift for one of your co-workers. You were happy to help them out where you could, but you had to deal with a rather rambunctious group of people that were loud and needy and THEN managed to spill your hot tea all over yourself on the way home.
UGH.
You sighed as you fumbled with the lock on your apartment, bumping the door open as you walked in with your hands full. “Babe! I’m home!” you called as you pushed the door closed behind you.
Various clanging came from the kitchen as well as multiple voices. An array of scents wafted through the air towards you; Savory mostly…. A little sweet in there as well… and smoke. You kicked your shoes off and dumped your bag by the door as you quietly padded toward the kitchen.
“Okay, Wanda how to I tell when the cake is done? Oh, shit, wait- the pasta is boiling over, fuck- ow hot hot hot….” you heard Bucky’s voice say and his footsteps quickly move around the small space.
“You’ll have to pull it out and stick a toothpick in it to make sure it's done in the middle. But you’re trying to make those little cake balls, right?” Came Wanda’s voice, sounding as if she was coming through his phone.
“Cake pops!” Nat corrected from the background of the call.
“Balls, pops, spheres… it's all made of cake!”
You chuckled quietly under your breath, struggling to keep quiet as you listened to the chaos going on.
“Okay, the pasta is off the heat and a few pieces of the chicken are burned… might have had the heat a little too high on it. But I think most of it is… salvageable.” Bucky sounded exasperated but determined and with a hint of joy in his tone.
You decided it was time to end his suffering and stepped into the kitchen doorway. “James, I’m home!” you called, watching him jump nearly a foot in the air.
“Doll! You’re home!” Quick as the wind, he hung up from his facetime call and spun around to face you, a smear of flour running across his forehead. “I mean welcome back! I… was not expecting you for another 20 minutes…. Um….” he fumbled with his words as he tried to act casual about the mess of pots and pans and bowls behind him.
You laughed a bit as you shook your head, “It’s okay,l I’m gonna go get out of this damp shirt and into something more comfortable. So you can take your time…”
“Okay, yeah that works- WAIT! You can’t go into the bedroom yet- I mean there's nothing going on in our room, but…. But let me get you a change of clothes. I insist.”
You could only grin as your boyfriend fumbled over himself to keep his plans secret for as long as he could, “Okay, babe… I’m gonna take the cake out though, okay? It smells done.” you said, suiting up in your oven mitts.
“I love you so much.” He said, kissing your cheek as he darted past you to get you a set of your pajamas out.
He was a bit of a goof, but he also had the biggest heart. Because of that, sometimes his heart liked to bite off more than it could chew. You saw red velvet cake in the oven, pasta on the stove with homemade sauce, and breaded chicken to top it all. All of this and an apparent surprise in the bedroom? Bucky sure knew how to do Valentine's day right.
You helped Bucky take care of a few of his dishes as he got you some clothes, making sure to text Wanda and Nat a thank you while you were at it for helping him out.
Once you got changed into something dry, taking a little extra time to let Bucky finish pulling things together, you came out to greet him once again. Dinner was laid out on the table and all the dishes were hidden away in the sink and the dishwasher, but flour still ran a stripe across his face.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Doll… I know you weren’t expecting such a busy day. But I hope this makes up for it all.” He said with a warm smile as his arms slipped around you comfortably.
“Oh, Buck… Just coming home to you makes up for it all,” you leaned in to kiss him sweetly. “And seeing all your effort makes it that much sweeter…” your resting smile grew into a grin as you brushed flour from his face and hair.
He couldn’t help but reflect on your joyous expression, kissing you quick once again before pulling away to pull your seat out for you. “Well, I love you. Of course, I’m gonna try ridiculously hard- I might need to work on my time management skills still- but for you, I’m willing to try.”
Oh, the way your heart swooned when he spoke. It reminded you of the way he’d endlessly sweep you off your feet when you first started dating.
Dinner was wonderful, with ease resting on your shoulders as you vented to him about your crazy day and what you still had to do this week. With what seemed like zero effort Bucky had magically brought you back down to earth with his patient ears.
Once dessert rolled around, the two of you started molding the cake balls, but as it was bound to, within no time it had devolved into you two just having fun eating mashed-up cake paste and smooshing it against each other's cheeks.
“Alright, enough of dessert, I wanna see what you have going on in the bedroom.” your eyebrows wiggled as you licked the leftover frosting off your thumb. “I can only assume it’s as spectacular as dinner was?”
“Hmm, I think I’ll let you be the judge of that…” His voice rumbled with laughter as he led you to the closed bedroom door. A few spare pink and red petals stuck out from under the door, hinting at what might lie beyond it, but nothing could have prepared you for the sight at hand.
You opened the door slowly, peeking in curiously as you reached in to turn on the light. An audible gasp left you when the lights illuminated the hundreds of rose petals that covered absolutely everything. The floor, the bed, and even the vanity lay covered in soft petals.
“Oh, Bucky…”
Strong arms wrapped around you and a firm kiss pressed against your temple. “I believe a few months ago I promised you a rose petal for each day since I won your heart” he smiled, giving you a gentle squeeze. “I may be short a few roses, but I promise I’ll make up for it next year.”
You beamed as you turned to your beloved soldier, wrapping your arms around his waist as you pulled him flush against you. “How about instead you just give me a kiss for every petal we see here and I’ll call it good for this year and next?” you asked with a mischievous grin.
“Oh, I think we can do that” He rumbled out a small laugh as he scooped you up, closing the door as your jovial laughter carried through.
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3x11, part 5. RJK edition (and I just generally love Jamie).
"Wants me to be a good lad. Wants me to be happy."
Are we gonna ignore that his mom nudges him towards Roy and Keeley while saying, "Go home"? Are we gonna ignore that Roy, of all people, wanted to hug her? ROY??? Blowing kisses to her and saying he loves her??? While Jamie is watching and waiting?
Roy: We should go and have cocktails.
ALL THREE OF THEM. ARE WE GONNA IGNORE THIS????
That's it. Screw it. They're dating. They're Jamie's home, and his mom knows it. She knew her son is bisexual a very long time ago 'cause the posters said it all. She's ok with it 'cause she only wants him to be happy.
God, the way Jamie gets booed by the Manchester fans and it sounds like an entire stadium, and both Roy and Keeley are watching him with concern and hope. I'm stressed.
"from the unsinkable Jamie Tartt." I feel like a proud mom. I love him so. much.
Where is the judge and where is he watching???? That's fucking unfair.
The way Jamie scores the second goal, ohh my god. And then the INJURY. Remember how Roy injured himself? By winning? My goodness, i am SO stressed.
As a person that loves hurt/comfort and injuries and fav characters covered in blood, hell yeah. Great visuals and possibilities.
As a person who doesn't want Jamie to suffer even more, I'm—
I'm a bit concerned on how much Ted wants Jamie on the pitch. If he pushes Jamie too hard, Jamie might also retire with an injury, and it's a VERY early retirement. He hasn't reached Roy's mental state just yet.
THAT'S what I'm saying. It fucked up Roy's body. They need Jamie healthy and not injured.
I just wanna scream. Jamie deserved and deserves so much better.
I know it's different topic, but you might want to tell that yourself, Ted, when it comes to dating women. Trent is right there.
Anyway, the way Jamie.
I'm on the fence about "Forgive him" after all the shit James did, and Jamie's hand is shaking as he lifts it up for Ted to help him up. But I can't help but Ted be his adoptive dad. Jamie deserves a good father figure. And the idea of giving this forgiveness to yourself so you could live and breathe more easily.... it does make sense, unfortunately.
I love this sunshine.
I am so fucking proud of Jamie.
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When you first started dating, you knew he still loved her, you weren’t blind.
You saw the way he looked at her, the smile on his face whenever she talked to him- a smile he never gave you. You had heard all the stories about the dates he took her on while they were together, great, big romantic gestures with roses, candles and probably a suit. But when it came to you, he never planned the dates, and when you did it would be a 50/50 chance of him showing.
The truth was, you didn’t know exactly what you were to him. A tactic to get her jealous? A distraction? You didn’t know, but you knew one thing for sure; you weren’t someone he cared about.
And you were the idiot in love with him.
Your friends hated him, they truly did. It became a daily occurrence of “I don’t know what you see in him,” or, “he treats you like shit, dump his ass.” But you never listened, you thought that one day, maybe, he’ll get over her, one day he’ll love you back. And that was enough for you.
It took months, but finally, he seemed to notice you. He started taking you on dates, asking you about your day and listening to what he said, the light in his eyes evident when he sees you. You were right, the wait was worth it. He was the perfect boyfriend.
He wasn’t feeling well today, didn’t show up to any of his classes. So you decided to get him some soup from the kitchen, as well as some ‘muggle remedies’ for colds, knowing how he can’t stand Madame Pomfrey’s techniques with the common cold.
You knock on his door, quite lightly, just in case he is asleep. You don’t hear his voice, so you assume he is, deciding to leave your little ‘gift basket’ by his bed, so he can enjoy the stuff as soon as he wakes up.
But just before you open the door, a hand wraps around your arm, James’ hand. “I- I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He said, brows furrowed as he lightly chews on his lip. You look behind him and see Remus, he looks furious, why was he so mad?
“What’s going on?” You ask, letting go of the doorknob, “Is he okay?”
Remus scoffs, “yeah, he’s more than okay…” he says, rolling his eyes.
“Moons…” James warns.
But Remus ignores his warning, “No, fuck this. I can’t stand by this shit anymore. Look at her Prongs, she doesn’t deserve this shit.” He says, putting his hands behind his head as he paces the short hallway.
What was he talking about?
“It’s not our business…” James whispers, so quiet you can barely hear him, but Remus does.
Remus pushes him out of the way and swinging the door open. Muttering an “I’m so fucking sorry,” before walking back to the common room, James’ following behind.
You look in the room, eyes locked onto the sight on Sirius’ bed. He’s lying down, looking happier than you’ve ever seen him, with her on top of him, doing things that you thought he’d only do to you.
You’re dumbfounded, unsure of what to do. Should you make your presence known? Or should you leave? Either way… you couldn’t look at them. You couldn’t see what they were-
“Oh- shit.”
The voice leads you to look up at the… couple… and through the blurry vision that your tears have provided you, you see him staring right at you. His eyes are wide, hers are bigger. She covers herself with the blanket, sheepishly avoiding eye contact with you.
You want to leave.
So you do, walking out the door and rushing back to the common room, it doesn’t take long for you to hear the footsteps of your boyfriend behind you. “Wait, please” He says, finally catching up with you. But you walk past him, heading back to your own dorm, “Just let me explain.” He says, gripping your arm to stop you from moving.
You shake your head, “I think I understand perfectly, thank you.” You say, ripping your arm from his grip as the tears fall down your cheek, “I thought… I thought I was finally good enough for you.” You say, “That you were happy with me.”
He’s crying now, whether its out of embarrassment, guilt or actual regret you’ll never find out.
“But it was always her, wasn’t it? It’s always gonna be her?” You say, the grit in your voice nearly breaking as you hold back your sobs.
Sirius is speechless, and for the first time, he sees what he’s done to you. “I’m so sorr-“
You walk off, ignoring his apology. He doesn’t deserve to feel better because he ‘apologised’. He deserves the guilt. Because you knew now, you really knew.
He wasn’t happy because he noticed you, because he realised he wanted to be with you.
He was happy because he got her back.
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the thing abt that male loneliness and sh2 video is like... it treats interpretation as fact. she says a lot about james' personality that's framed within objective language.
it's undeniable that james is a lonely person, and that it's entirely plausible that he is an individual that seems like he has a really difficult time forming relationships with others... but you have to understand that the latter of that?
that is an interpretation of his character made by inferences and informed by your experiences and biases.
it could very well be interpreted that james was actually a well-adjusted, happy, and functional individual before mary got sick! he very well could've had friends outside of her! you must understand, three years is a LONG FUCKING TIME for a person to be going under that much stress; that kind of trauma changes somebody.
(least of all mentioning who was suffering the most... oh, mary.)
and i say all of this to be like... neither of these interpretations are incorrect. the text does not say for or against james' perpetual loneliness throughout his life. my own personal interpretation of james coheres very well with that perpetual loneliness, but i'm not gonna think that james having been like... idk, MORE of a regular guy beforehand; being bright, loving, and genuinely happy doesn't work either. it's really all a matter of perspective on how you view james as a person. they're all still james sunderland.
also, one reccuring bit that pissed me off the most was the essayist saying that james didn't care about anybody else in town and... i would argue that he does. he does care quite a bit. he shows concern for just about everybody there, and sure, he's not the most eloquent or tactful in that care, but it's also HIGHLY IMPLIED that he is having a break from reality and not fully present. she even brings this up in the video regarding the mirror scene.
just because the dude is dissociating out of his ass doesn't mean that his compassion for others just... ceases because he's not the best at expressing said compassion. it's disquieting. i don't much care for it, and it shows a bad-faith engagement with those who struggle demonstrating empathy/compassion/etc. when they truly want to share those things with others.
idk. mid video overall. LOL
#stormy shouts#idk if i'll tag this but i won't stop ppl from reblogging#and this is also my personal takeaway from the video and it's been a bit since i've watched it#but i HAVE watched it#and dissected it with others
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chapter 20
i’m scared for this chapter
my death predictions are vanity, peter, irene, and one of the death eaters (i can’t remember their names) (please let me be wrong please let me be wrong)
i’m only reading this one for now bc it’s “quick” according to the author
sirius pov! ok that’s good
ugh slughorn. die.
oh no the death eaters found peter
peter noooo omg. do not die right now.
they’re just. beating him to death.
WHY DOES PETER ALWAYS BETRAY THEM IN EVERY FIC
james pov ahhhh dramatic irony
VANITY NO
and there goes willa
VESPA NO you will be missed
hodge no not vanity please
poor james oh my gosh
no vanity vanity no why no
tears
ok i need to be somewhere in 20 minutes this is horrible timing but i have to stop reading now
guys im back. it’s been like an hour i am not ready
“She never got her first kiss. She never got to fall in love. She never got to go home. Her prince never saved her. Her prince killed her. Her prince is dead.” SOBBING
why would you write this. i’m so serious rn WHY WOULD YOU WRITE THIS
peter saving regulus ❤️
IRENE NO
why would you write this.
ugh poor mathias. they didn’t mean to 💔
irene no what are you doing
MATHIAS TOO NO
JAMES NO what’s gonna happen i’m scared
i know james isn’t dead but regulus doesn’t and no one can tell him james is still alive ugh poor regulus
sirius pov
yes sirius send regulus a secret message
rip juniper 💔 i know i would’ve been sad if we saw more of her
every time the death count shows at the end of the chapter i get so sad when i see evan’s name
chapter 21
maybe this one is happier?
ugh i hate slughorn
the two victor thing this is just like the hunger games (every time i say smth like this it’s like… yeah… that’s the whole point 😭)
sirius you’re so smart i love you
dorlene yay!! i love them even tho this is SAD
dorcas running FOUR MILES to see marlene
i love them.
dorcassss tell her about the orderrrrr
“you’re a good friend” ❤️🩹
remus pov switch
regulus putting everything in the river ok
he’s keeping his own stuff that’s good
is regulus going to LEAP ACROSS THE RIVER
okay he didn’t. good.
run regulus run go find james
“It reminds Remus vaguely of dogs getting the zoomies” 😭
i lowkey forgot to be writing my thoughts down
“fancy a trip to space” sirius 😭
hanky panky time
MOON
AHHHHHHHH
why are they stopping 😯
oh poor sirius ☹️ ugh i just feel so bad for him like. the way the hallow treated him was so unfair
chapter 22
james pov!
james 💔
“happy birthday hodge” TEARS
eeee regulus is going to find james
james talking to regulus in his head
“regulus never fails to look up” 😭😭😭😭😭😭
poor james just out here suffering
james getting high off anesthesia 😭
come on regulus you can do it go find james
HE FOUND HIM!!!!!!!!!!!
james thinking regulus was sirius ☹️
regulus just going with it
the james pov of this 💔
not him trying to sell sirius about regulus’ “parting gift” 😭 i hope he does get to tell him eventually
he’s realizing
“you came and found me” “of course i did” AHHHHH
kiss kiss kiss
ok they’re hugging i love them
this is so sad but reunion!!!
sirius pov
joffery?! what is your offer
chapter 23
regulus telling james abt irene ☹️
why is this sad
they’re flirting
ope nevermind flirting over
regulus holding james ❤️🩹
i bet the audience is eating this up. which is kind of really sad. like. they’re having a moment and everyone’s just. watching.
SOUP
they’re literally katniss and peeta in that one scene
“thank him” im just as confused as you are regulus
regulus feeding james (this is giving me the ick lowkey)
them talking about their relationship i hate that regulus is only doing this for the games
ugh i hate that james is being so james right now like. i want them to do this in peace and privacy and without the context of the games
“I used to collect brown rocks if they reminded me of your eyes” if someone did that for me i would cry
regulus telling james he was his first love
KISS ALREADY
i feel bad rn bc im like. the audience. intruding on their private moment. i know this is purely fiction but still.
😯 they kissed
a sad kiss but a kiss nonetheless
they’re kissing for real now eeeee
“That was one of the happiest moments of my life” ☹️☹️☹️
“now James knows that Regulus would kiss him in the pursuit of saving his life, if there literally was no other option” i am so sorry james
“peter wouldn’t betray me like that”
the tension rn (and not in a good way)
my sister is watching my favorite episode (s2 e13) of regular show rn im getting so distracted this is going to be my last chapter
“You can't protect me from this, because I'm already here” 💔
why is this SO SAD
“If there's one thing all of this has taught me it's that I've always cared”
the end notes: “everyone: WHEN WILL THEY KISS??? me: be careful what you wish for” this feels targeted
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I just came back from gotg vol 3 and I'm very emotional about it. I'm gonna put my thoughts right under the line - SPOILERS AHEAD!!!
[THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!!!! MASSIVE STORY SPOILERS RIGHT AFTER THE CUT!!!]
first things first; i am so fucking happy rocket doesn't die. as a matter of fact; no one dies! that makes my suffering heart so much lighter.
some of my highlights;
- the banter between kraglin and cosmo (my heart yearned for this)
- NEBULA GETTING EMOTINAL WITH ALL THE CHILDREN!!
- also drax full on dad mode! <3 <3
- mantis being the shining beacon of hope; I love my happy girl. <3
- gamora being badass af; man I love her.
- ROCKET SAVING ALL THE ANIMALS!!!
- the collector was there too!
- adam warlock *I am looking respectfully*
- it wasn't a slapstick comedy movie. (yeah, it was funny, but in the actual fitting scenes)
- ROCKET FUCKING RACOON!
basically all things ROCKET! he's so brave and he's been through so much trauma and suffering and he's in pain. but he's healing from it. he saved all of them, but mostly he saved himself. I love him so much - he's my favourite out of all guardians <3
[I might actually start reading his comics now]
james gunn was able to make me cry - in a cinema; with other people present. I will forever hate him for this. he made me feel things. a lot of things and I'm still emotional (even after taking an hour to write on this and forming my thoughts into words and not just incoherent screaming.)
in summary - the best marvel movie since guardians of the galaxy vol. 2 <3
#guardians of the galaxy#gotg vol 3#guardians of the galaxy 3#guardians of the galaxy vol 3 spoilers#gotg vol 3 spoilers#gotg 3 spoilers#review#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#mcu#glitch talks stuff#text
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Marauders era characters and ships as TTPD lyrics (pt.1)
“And for a fortnight there, we were forever, run into you sometimes, ask about the weather. Now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbours. Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her.”- this so Regulus to James because for a 00.0007 secs they were truly happy but then Regulus broke it off to become a DE and he had to watch James build a life with Lily.
“I'll build you a fort on some planet, where they can all understand it. How dare you think it's romantic, Leaving me safe and stranded? 'Cause fuck it, I was in love, so fuck you if I can't have us.”- James after Regulus left him because “their relationship is too complicated and dangerous and they’re better off separated.”
“I stopped trying to make him laugh, stopped trying to drill the safe. Thinking how much sad did you think I had, did you think I had in me?”- Mary falling for all the wrong guys and losing all her friends and feeling so alone and desperately clinging to lovers who can’t save her until she is forced to just let it go because she can’t go on like this.
“Now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned, Screaming, "But Daddy, I love him! I'm having his baby.” No, I'm not, but you should see your faces.”- These lyrics are so chaotic and I think the only person who’s capable of living up to them is Sirius Black.
“You can beat the heat, If you beat the charges too. They said I was a cheat, I guess it must be true.”- it’s giving the 7 husbands of Louise Zabini.
“What if I roll the stone away? They're gonna crucify me anyway. What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy? If long-suffering propriety is what they want from me, they don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly. I choose you and me religiously.”- every gay ship in the fandom like ever. But also DORLENE.
“You shit-talked me under the table, talking rings and talking cradles. I wish I could un-recall how we almost had it all. Dancing phantoms on the terrace, are they second-hand embarrassed, That I can't get out of bed 'cause something counterfeit's dead?”- Remus after Sirius got into Azkaban.
“I can read your mind, "She's having the time of her life". There in her glittering prime, the lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night. I can show you lies.”- no explanation just Mary McDonald.
“'Cause once your queen had come, you'd treat her like an also-ran. You didn't measure up, in any measure of a man.”- Snape🥰
“Hey, you, what if I told you we're cool? That child's play back in school is forgiven under my rule.I haven't come around in so long, but I'm making a comeback to where I belong.”- JILYJILYJILYJILYJILYJILY.
“I am someone who, until recent events, you shared your secrets with. And your location, you forgot to turn it off, and so I watch as you walk into some bar called The Black Dog, and pierce new holes in my heart. You forgot to turn it off, and it hits me, I just don't understand... How you don't miss me in The Black Dog.”- Mary watching Lily move on and being unable to do so herself.
#gonna put it the rest of the songs too#but it’s like 30 songs so#another time#marauders#Taylor Swift#the tortured poets department#TTPD#tv
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here is some nightly ahb thoughts i've been having a lot recently:
the one thing that makes me sad about being so incredibly excited about ahb is that i will never get to share my theories with people who are still reading it for the first time. like when i read it i was 100% convinced that james was going to die (up until the chapter where the mcd actually happened) because there were So Many little comments that pointed to that. and then when the heist chapter happened i saw something about it before on tiktok and i was absolutely certain james would die that very chapter and i have never been more stressed reading anything in my life. like i sat an hour later still being anxious, it was intense. and i wish i could just tell people 'look at this!! look at this metaphor or this offhanded comment james made!! i bet he dies!!' without, in some way or another, spoilering them for what's to come. so i always wait until they're done with the fic and then tell them about it, but it does make me sad that i can't share my theories and have them build their own from that while they're still reading
anyway, sending you lots of love, i hope you have a nice [insert time of day that's applicable to you when you read this] <33
awwww i love this
this is actually one of my favorite things about reading wips and why i love it so much because if u get other friends to read them or find other fandom ppl who are reading the same wips you can all sit down and scream at each other about ur theories and things together !!!
but this is so so sweet to know you were so into it!!! it makes me so happy to hear!!! also so many ppl thought someone was gonna die during the actual heist i was like "pls dont be disappointed y'all!! they all live to see another day!!" a fun little silly fact from me i don't think james will ever be killed tragically in my fics ever, because i simply cannot do it,,, i just can't kill him i love him too much so i make him suffer even more by forcing him to survive haha
sending you all the love!! (also hope ur having a good day night!!! <333)
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