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ddejavvu · 6 months

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Rugby!james having a celebratory dinner with his team and he brings shy!you along to meet them for the first time 🥰 they don’t expect you to be so shy considering James is such a loudmouth but they love you all the same ofc. plus james is just enamoured with you so they wouldn’t dare say a bad word about you

Despite James's many, many lectures on proper behavior, Sirius feels like stirring shit. He's sure you won't freak out, he just wants to see how far your sense of humor will go. James has insisted you're shy, and that you're nervous to meet his teammates, but Sirius's love language is teasing. Really, you should feel very loved right now.

"So, Y/N, you're madly in love with James." He observes, setting his glass on the table in the low light of the restaurant's patio seating, "Have you ever seen him after a match?"

Your face flushes at the accusation, even though it's true, and you nod warily. Remus groans at Sirius' goading, but pays polite attention to you.

"Pads..." James warns, but as is his specialty, Sirius ignores him.

"So you're okay with the disgusting, sweaty, grass-stained, adrenaline-drunk buffoon that cries in the showers when we lose."

James sighs, and you merely turn to him with a hint of concern on your face.

"Do you really cry?"

Before James can answer, Sirius gushes, "Oh, all the time. 'S pathetic, really, you can hear him blubbering in there 'cause he can't be a sore loser in front of the other team."

"Sirius," James is more tense this time, but Sirius won't be deterred.

"Personally, I make sure my tears are never out at the same time as my cock, but you do whatever you want, mate."

He's done it. He's said a word, the word, that makes the heat in your cheeks spread all the way to your ears and neck. You're on fire, you're burning up, and James yanks you into his side to cool you with the icy tone of his voice that he levels at Sirius.

"Nice going, Pads." James sneers, leaving Remus to corral their mutual nuisance as he ducks down to speak with you at a murmur, "S'alright, darling, ignore him. And- uh, yeah, I do cry in the showers sometimes. Not as often as Sirius said. But- but it happens."

"Oh," You nod, trying to recover from the humiliation that's trying to seep into your bones, "Well- if you want, you can cry to me. You don't have to do it alone in the shower."

James's face splits into a bright grin, and he refrains from smashing a kiss to your mouth only because he knows it'll embarrass you more. Instead he presses it to your forehead, which is only slightly less embarrassing.

"Thanks, darling." He squeezes your waist, and apparently he's just as wicked as Sirius, because the thought forms in his brain and he can't slow its rapid movement towards his mouth even though he knows he needs to. He at least manages to dull his voice into a barely-audible whisper, ensuring Sirius won't hear him and make a show of it as he presses his shit-eating grin to your ear, "Can I still get naked first?"

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inkdrinkerworld · 7 months

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anything with soft dom remus or beefy!james with a shy gf just makes my brain go ahhhhh and idk why

Omg omg!!! Going w beefy!jamie for this! Ft: sleepy shy!reader and college rugby!jamie

Staying up late to help your boyfriend study game analytics seems like a good idea three hours ago when your eyes weren’t burning.

It was the best idea, when you’d been bright eyed and had just had your third cup of coffee for the afternoon.

Now, your eyes are bleary and you can’t stop fighting back yawns and you don’t think you can hear the words, ‘formation’, ‘back line’ or ‘forward press’ anymore.

James doesn’t seem to notice, too busy scribbling on the pages in front of him and adjusting the images on his tablet.

Some of his other teammates are on a call with him so they’re all adding their thoughts, but now you just really want your bed.

“Jamie?” You murmur, not having the brain power for much more than whispered words.

“Yeah angel?” His tongue is poking out the corner of his lip as he readjusts something on the screen before looking at you.

James finds your glasses slightly askew on your face, your eyes a little on the bloodshot side, and your pyjamas (his old sweater and a pair of shorts) all wrinkled from you leaning the the table.

You look just about ready to pass out on yourself.

“Oh angel,” he coos, scooting back in his chair and patting his thigh. “Ve’been keeping you up, haven’t I?”

You stand slowly, peeking over the top of his tablet to check that his camera was off before climbing into his lap.

You hadn’t bothered to check that his mic was off and are met with coos coming from the speakers. “Potter are you not taking care of our good luck charm?” Sirius teases as you cuddle into James’ chest.

James presses a kiss to your neck as you shuffle until you find the best spot.

“He’s taking care of me just fine, Siri. Are you taking care of Remus?” You ask, a teasing tone to your voice but James knows anxiety is riddling your tease.

You might be a little more open with him and his friends, but you’re still a very delicate, shy thing at the end of the day.

“Yeah. How are you treating your boyfriend?” James pipes and you’re grateful to have Sirius’ attention diverted as another series of yawns wrack your body.

“Ten more minutes, angel. Then we’ll get all cozy in bed, yeah?” You nod, eyes closing as you listen to the rhythmic ‘lub dub’ of James’ heart.

You’re almost asleep when James coos, “Poor girl,” you feel him take off your specs and open your eyes. “We’re going to bed m’heart.”

James is sure you’re blushing, even in your sleepy state.

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moonstruckme · 5 months

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I can’t believe I’ve never read this but Sirius getting a tattoo of your name and you and EVERYONE is like ! And James is probs jelly heheheh

Thanks for requesting!

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 802 words

“Well, the font at least sort of covers the misspelling,” you say, peering at the skin just to the left of Sirius’ back dimple.

Remus hums his agreement. “Yeah, I sort of messed up in the middle there, so I switched to cursive to make it less noticeable.”

“What?” Sirius twists around to try and see.

“Joking, joking.” You smile up at him as he makes a sound somewhere between relief and offense, holding him still by his hip and not at all minding the excuse to do so. “It looks good, Siri. I just wish you’d told me you were getting it, I would have surprised you with the same.”

Your boyfriend’s pursed lips relax into a familiar grin. “Yeah, sweetness?” Remus groans, finding something else to look at away from the two of you. “You mean it?”

“Nope,” you say bluntly, using your grip to tug him back down beside you on the couch. “Sorry, Rem, you’re never getting near me with that needle.”

Remus huffs a laugh. “No pressure here.”

“But baby,” Sirius croons, though it’s really more of a whine, “it’d be so hot. You could get it in the same spot too, so we’d match.”

“You two already match plenty,” James decrees, coming in the door sweaty and covered in dirt from training. “Outfits and nail colors are enough.”

“Envious green doesn’t suit you, Prongs,” Sirius replies. He leans his head back so he can give his friend a disdainful look over the top of the couch, hair flopping away from his eyes. “Y/n loves when we match, don’t you gorgeous?”

It’s a struggle not to let your eyes flit down to your star print socks, twin to the ones covered by Sirius’ boots. You give your best impression of insouciance in your shrug.

“She’s a hostage to your schemes.” James tosses his bag to the floor, perching on the coffee table lest Remus get after him for getting dirt on the couch again. “What are you trying to coerce her into now?”

“He wants her to get a tattoo of his name like he’s gotten of hers,” Remus answers, the tiny quirk of his eyebrow at James conveying his disapproval of this plan.

James’ eyes widen behind his glasses. “You got a tattoo of her name?”

“Yeah.” Sirius grins proudly, already turning and pulling down his waistband. “Wanna see?”

“Does he always take his pants off when you’re all home together?” you ask Remus. “Is this something I should be worried about?”

“He’ll take his pants off at any opportunity,” he replies. “You knew what you were getting into with him.”

“I guess I did.”

“Fucking what?” James’ gaze jumps from Sirius’ hip to his face, betrayal in his big brown eyes. “That’s my spot. You’ve given her my spot!”

You feel your brows furrow. “Excuse me?”

“We agreed,” James says, and though his outrage doesn’t seem meant for you, you’re a tad intimidated regardless, “that I would get to choose the tattoo that went on his lower back. Pads, you swore an oath of brotherhood!”

“I was fifteen,” Sirius protests, mouth agape, “and drunk! I hardly remember what I agreed to!”

“Moony was witness.” James gives Remus an expectant look, mouth a hard line.

Remus sighs like he’d really rather not be a part of this, but he knows better than to argue. “You did say that,” he tells Sirius, then turns to James. “Though it was a long time ago, and I’d like to have it on record that I didn’t recall it when I agreed to do the tattoo.”

“Ah ha!” James points at Sirius accusingly. Sirius slaps his finger away with a roll of his eyes. “You’ve conspired against me.”

“Why,” you ask James, “did you want to choose a tattoo for his lower back specifically?”

James scoffs as though this should be obvious. “Because that’s the claiming spot. As he clearly knows.” He crosses his arms, glaring indignantly at your boyfriend.

You shrug. “Well, he has two hips. You could always have the other one.”

Now it's Sirius’ brow which furrows. “I’m not sure I appreciate my skin being auctioned off like this.”

“Nobody’s auctioning you off, honey,” you placate him, rubbing his shoulder. Predictably, he softens under your touch, leaning against your side. You give his bicep a little squeeze. “For it to be an auction, we’d have to be exchanging money. This is for free.”

Remus chuckles, and Sirius elbows your side meanly, but he’s smiling. James ignores them both, uncrossing his arms to lean his elbows on his thighs and looking at you with interest.

“I could get behind that,” he muses. “You’d be willing to share him like that, though?”

You roll your eyes as you smile. “I knew what I was getting into with him.”

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amoraffairs · 1 year

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starry eyes — rugby!james pls 😵‍💫

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

summary: just the simple fluff that comes with being in love with rugby!james <3

notes: mal you are the cause of my rugby!james obsession. sorry it’s so short! fight a writing slump

James has you trapped. From the moment you entered to tell him congratulations his lips were on yours. You back up against the wall as he kisses you till you melt like putty.

His large hand holding your face wile the other has a tight grip on hip, pulling you towards him. Both your bodies melting together.

“James” You manage to make out in an attempt to remind him he can’t stand here & kiss you all night. Of course you don’t want to stop kissing James. It’s addicting the way he kisses. Messy kisses of love.

“Shh” simply tells you. At his words you were gone again. Disappearing into a complete sense of euphoria. James continues to kiss you hungrily.

You could hear the people outside the locker room cheering. James should be with them, but instead he’s with you.

“James, come take a picture with the trophy.” One of James' teammates interrupts. “In a minute.” James shouts back before you can tell him to go. “or twenty” he whispers to you before his lips are back on you.

“James, stop sucking of Y/N and come take the picture.” His teammate says now bursting into the room. He gives you a polite wave and you simply smile back at him too embarrassed to do anything else. James rolls his eyes and hesitantly makes his way toward them.

“I’ll be back, stay pretty for me.” He presses a kiss to your neck close enough till he can whisper “I’ll take you home so you I can claim my trophy in bed” Mischief in his eyes as he winks and walks away leaving you a blushing mess.

You legs are wrapped around his waist as you make you way to the bed. James had a one track mind all night and it happened to be the giggly girl in his bed.

He hears you gasp as James takes of his dirty jersey. He quickly looks to you in worry but you eyes were on the forming bruise on his side.

“It looks worse than it feels” He attempts to ease you but you’re already make your way to the kitchen to get ice.

James stops you as you pass him by. His hands on your waist. Your skin tingling at the feel of his hands on the small parts of skin that are exposed due to your rising shirt.

Without a care to your protests he lifts you up and carrie’s you on the bed. Your back hitting the soft mattress .

“Sweetheart, you can’t do this every time i get a little bruise.” You look at him like he’s insane. “Little. It’s like the size of my hand.” Your hand held up to his side, to show him.

“I’m so sorry Sweetheart.”He mocks sarcasm in his voice. You simply roll your eyes at his childlessness.

“Now I’m not going to kiss it better.” James smiles falls. “Wait, wait, wait. I’m sorry, please kiss it better.” His mouth forming a resemblance of a pout.

You give him mercy by placing a delicate kiss to his bruise.

That doesn't satisfy James. He spends the whole night pointing to all the areas that hurt till you both end up in the position you started the night.

#❀ 300 celly #rugby!james #james potter fluff #james potter #james potter x reader #marauders fanfiction #james potter x you #james potter blurb #james potter x reader fluff #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x y/n

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rotten1angel · 1 year

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press (j. potter)

requested? yes / no

content — rugby!james x fem!gf!reader

a/n — since i carried this fic over, i don't have the original request but here's the actual work ^-^

word count — 0.6k

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you shied away from the flash of the numerous cameras surrounding you and your boyfriend as you walked into the practice gym. james had his duffle bag slung over his shoulder and you under the opposite arm, grinning ear to ear at the paparazzi attention. once the two of you got inside, james kissed the top of your head.

“you okay, lovely?” the boy murmured into your hair and you nodded. he knew you sometimes got overwhelmed by the attention that he got in public. you followed him to the changing room where he dropped his bag on the ground and swiveled to fully engulf you. you giggled into his chest as he littered the crown of your head with kisses.

“james you need to get changed,” you tried to be stern with the boy as he groaned.

“your coach will have my head if you’re late again.” reluctantly, james let go of you, opting to head towards his bag to grab his change of clothes.

“well we don't want that, do we?” the boy grinned.

soon he had finished changing and you two headed into the practice area, both of you still getting an earful from james’ coach. sirius bounded up to the two of you, wrapping his arms around his mate’s shoulders.

“were you two snoggin’ in there or what?” sirius asked, getting a jab to the side from james as his answer. james shrugged sirius off him as he kissed your cheek and left you on the sideline as his coach called him over. as you went to sit on one of the fold up chairs, you saw james’ empty water bottle. you grabbed it and left the gym to find a water fountain, fortunately, there was one right outside the gym that james was practicing. you unscrewed the top of the bottle and began to fill it up. as you were screwing the lid back on you felt a tap on your shoulder, after turning around, you see a press guy with a microphone in his hand and cameras behind him, however the cameras are pointed down at the moment.

“hi, i'm sorry to bother you, are you james potter’s girlfriend?” the reporter asked, unable to muster words, you only nod at the man.

“would you mind if we interviewed you for the press?”

“not at all.” you gave him a smile, you figured this would happen eventually, what with dating a rugby star.

soon the cameras were on you and the reporter held the microphone up to your mouth as you spoke. you droned on about how proud you were of james, and it even shocked you how easy it was to praise the boy. you’d been gone almost 30 minutes when james came looking for you, getting nervous at the amount of cameramen that had surrounded you, he started to trek towards you before he was stopped by the sound of your voice, confident and clear, praising him for all his work.

“..he’s come so far since high school, i’m overall just really proud of him, this has been his dream since i don't even know how long, and i'm just happy to be by his side during it.” you finished your spiel, getting thanks from the reporter as he closed the recording and headed towards the exit. swiftly you felt hands engulf your waist and turn you around. you could barely make out james’ face as he pressed his lips to yours. one hand still holding his water bottle you cupped his cheek and pulled away, a confused giggle leaving your slightly swollen lips.

“what is it, love?” you asked and he scoffed.

“what is it? you were practically singin’ my praises to those reporters, I have half a mind to ditch practice at this very moment.'' james retorted, kissing up the side of your face as you breathily laughed.

“come now, jamie, you need to get back to practice.” you pulled his hand as you led the way back to the gym, james in toe like a puppy.

“jamie? there’s no way i can resist you now, dove.” he grinned, following you into the gym, tuning out his coach’s scolds.

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#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #rugby!james #rugby!james potter #marauders

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ladystardust222 · 1 year

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"james is a hockey player" this

"james is a football player" that

well i just know that james played rugby and was full on obsessed, like with quidditch

coz james is british, and rugby's ac rlly big here so it does make sense

and he gives nick nelson vibes, like hogwarts rugby king

#marauders #james potter #james is a rugby fan #james #prongs #convinced #its 1 am dont blame me if this doesn't make sense #rugby #rugby king #rugby!james

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maraudersmyloves · 8 months

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i need rugby!james in my life

#life is unfair #james potter #marauders #fluff #james potter is so boyfriend #marauders era #rugby #rugby!james

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theemporium · 5 months

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imagine rugby!James being besties with this tiny kitten that he didn't want at first 🥹 like coming home and they're both cuddled up napping

SHUT UP😭😭😭😭that is so fucking cute!!! and the kitten having a wee obsession of hiding in his hood or resting on his shoulder when he is wondering around the house🥹

#cece answers #rugby!james #james.thots

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elliewlums · 1 year

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so who wants to talk about rugby!james potter w me on this fine day

#PLEASE #james potter x female reader #rugby!james

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ddejavvu · 11 months

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A little request 🥰 Injured rugbyJames! He gets roughed up at a game you couldn’t go to and he tries to keep it covered up cause he knows how you worry- you don’t realise until he gets into bed that night with a shirt on… he never wears a shirt to bed, you interrogate him and figure out what’s going on, worrying when you see the bruises

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

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For once, James is glad you hadn't been at his games. He'd initially been bummed, because he always wants to see you in the stands, but tonight had taken a rather unfortunate turn, and you're better off not knowing. You're sleeping blissfully under the blankets after a double shift at work, and he manages to get himself ready for bed without waking you.

But when he crawls beneath the covers you realize the bed is dipping, and you force your eyes open to greet him.

"Jamie?" You coo, voice thick with sleep. He can't help but smile, wrapping his arms around you when you roll over into his embrace.

"Hi, love," He croons, kissing the crown of your head as you bury your face in his chest, "How was work?"

"It was-" You start, but your face hits fabric instead of skin and you frown. Even in your sleepy haze, you're too smart for him.

"Jamie," You tug at the hem of his shirt, "What's this for?"

"Hm?" He plays dumb, "Oh, the shirt? That's- um, it was cold in the bathroom. So I just slipped it on."

"Take it off," You whine, "Wanna cuddle you."

"Okay," James sits up clumsily, trying to keep his chest sheltered from your suspicious view. He rips the garment off over his head, chucking it aimlessly onto the floor near the closet.

"Jamie!" You scold, "Don't leave it on the floor! Go get that."

James groans, frustrated more that he can't get away with it than he is with your cleanliness, "Right. Just don't turn on the-" A soft click is his only warning before the room is bathed in the soft, warm glow of your bedside lamp, and James's back stiffens where it's turned to you.

"What is- James!" You gush, now wide awake as you scramble to sit up in bed, "James, are you hurt? Oh my god, those are- those are bruises! James, you're hurt, let me-"

You stumble onto the floor, bedsheet tangled around your legs, and you're luck to escape its clutches before it sends you to the floor. James turns to reassure you but forgets that there's another purplish patch on his chest, only fueling your horror.

"It's okay!" He rushes to console you, cupping your cheeks that are stretched over your gaping mouth. You're looking at the bruises like they're fatal wounds, and he redirects your gaze to his own with a sweet smile.

"Love, I'm alright," He promises, "I know it looks bad, but s'not, I promise. They hurt a little bit, but that's all. Jus' got a bit banged up." He keeps his tone light and airy, but it does little to quell the surge of nerves rising in your chest.

"James," You whimper, worry plaguing your sweet voice, "What happened? Wh- did you get hit by a truck? These look awful," You lament, brushing your fingers over James's torso.

"No, darling, it wasn't a truck," He laughs, keeping you grounded with his hands on your cheeks even if you're distracted by his injuries, "I got to ice them on the field. And they barely hurt now, I'll put some more ice on them tomorrow. I promise I'm alright, I just didn't want you to freak out. Okay?"

He ducks his head down so that his nose bumps your own, and you're forced to look at his face. You can't resist his shiny, pretty eyes, even if you're still worried about the state of his bruises.

"Alright," You stammer, nodding along as he ushers you back to bed, "Alright, Jamie. Should- should I sleep on the couch? What if I accidentally hurt you," You linger by the bedside, but he pulls you down with him so that you're draped over the part of his chest that isn't bruised.

You frantically try protesting, worried about a stray elbow or an accidental kick, but he locks you in place with one of his large arms, kissing your forehead.

"I want you here," He hums, throwing the blankets over your back and trapping himself beneath them as well. He pretends to think, scratching his nails down your back under the covers, "Y'know, I bet if you kiss them, they'll heal faster."

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inkdrinkerworld · 15 days

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beefy james will follow chubby reader anywhere

especially when they’re at a formal event and she looks so pretty in her dress and she pulls his tie to get him to follow her 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Yes!! Beefy!james and chubby!reader are that ‘walk him like a dog’ tiktok audio!!

James hasn’t spent a moment with you since you got here. Usually you’d be fine with it, he’s busy at his fancy galas but you really miss him and he’s wearing a pretty black suit that fits him perfectly and you want to squeeze his arms a little.

“You doing okay, doll face? Looks like you’re burning arrows into Coach Fennel’s head.” Sirius leans on the bar with his hand cupped around a glass.

“I wish I was. Maybe then I’d get a moment with James.” Sirius smirks, you and James are as equally obsessed with each other as people could get.

“Think I can help you with that, doll.” Sirius downs the rest of his drink and is off towards the coach before you can say a word.

You have enough time to order a cherry soda before you smell the expensive raspberry and leather scent of his cologne before James holds onto your hips.

“Heard you were missing me, angel.” There’s all sorts of amusement in his tone and you fight the pout because he looks too handsome.

“I was, haven’t seen you at all since we left home.” You sound a little petulant but James doesn’t mind.

James drinks you in as you take a sip of your drink. You’re in a lovely deep mauve dress, the silk of it molding to your curves and falling over them like it was made to. God you look like something right out of his imagination, perfect and gorgeous and all his.

His hand holds the column of your neck, thumb pushing into the hinge of your jaw making you look up from his broad chest

“I’m sorry, pretty baby,” he’s laying it on very thick. “How can I make it up to you, hm?”

Your hands trail up his arms and shoulders, squeezing as you go. “Kiss me?” It’s innocent enough, and James takes the bait leaning into you.

The kiss is sweet, he can taste the cherry soda on your tongue and leans in a little more to chase you. He moves to pull away but you grab him by his tie.

“No,” James chuckles at the wicked little sparkle in your eyes.

“M’heart, you have to let go of the tie or we’ll be leaving now.” You giggle madly, kissing him again, hand still clutching on his tie.

He suffers another hour before he lets you whisk him away, hand in his tie again and everything.

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ghostblog1313 · 11 months

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Rugby player James is actually so important to me personally i don’t think i can emphasise this point enough

if you have any fic recs please send them my way

#rugby!james #james potter

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sugarsaints · 1 year

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summer is ending soon, meaning rugby season is fast approaching, meaning my obsession with rugby!james will be incredibly severe

#💌char speaks…!#rugby!james

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rotten1angel · 2 months

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going on an overnight trip with my dad’s rugby team being the only girl

#living my rugby marauders dream tbh #✩ // angel chats #rugby!james #rugby!james potter

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bettysupremacy · 8 months

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Hi bestie <3 okay so I’m literally obsessed with your work and I was wondering if you could do a Jamie potter x reader where James comes back from quidditch (or rugby whatever you want jkebaksn) and he’s all sleepy and stuff but he didn’t shower before coming upstairs. Then reader is just like doing homework on his bed and won’t cuddle him bc he smells like sweat and he’s all pouty and enbwjsbe. Ofc no pressure if this doesn’t inspire you but fr love you 🫶

I need you to start sending me requests more more more bestie cause I literally loved this. He’s so sweet I miss him.

When James has to go to practice, it’s the second worst thing he fears he’ll ever have to do in this relationship.

Right below traveling.

It’s not that he’s obsessed, he just misses you. Misses you so wildly he fumbles the ball sometimes thinking about it. That’s normal.

And it’s normal to skip showers to see you quicker. Well, maybe you wouldn’t agree.

When he comes home, he’s sweaty. It glistens above his brow, gleaming in the low light of your lamp.

“You run a marathon?” You tease, shuffling under his blanket.

He smiles, rugby bag dropping to the floor with a clatter. “No,” He smiles, peeling his clothes off. His words are broken up between pants. “Elevator is broken again though. Had to help Patty with her groceries.”

His clothes don’t make it to the bin. Throwing them in the general direction suffices.

“That was sweet.” You murmur as he climbs over you, pulling a book off your chest, surprised by a teddy under it. “Hi.”

“Hi.” he smiles.

You push his hair back, grimacing at the dampness of it. “Missed you.”

He ignores this, nuzzling down into you, face smooshed into the skin of your naval. “Missed you more.” He feels the vibrations when you giggle.

“Y’tickling me, stop.”

Grumbling, he smiles when you pull him up by his hair. “Yes, lovely?”

“You’re smelly.”

His mouth drops, bewildered at your blunt affront. “You’re supposed to think I never smell bad.”

“I think you smell like sweat,” You drop his hair. “and you feel like it too. Do they not provide showers there?”

He climbs up your body, dropping chest to chest. Limply, you feel his rough hands slide under your neck as he mouths under your ear, and nips at your jawline. “They do, but I missed you.”

Your blinking stutters. He’s sweet on you, so sweet on you, it’s not your fault for wrapping your arms around his strong back. “I wish you missed the showers more.” You gasp.

“Never.” He smiles down at you.

“I’m gonna need you to get in the shower if you want to continue this.”

His face scrunches up, whining loudly into your neck as he drops into you. “But I’m tired.”

“Not too tired to give me a hickey.”

“Never too tired for you, honey.” He cheeks, muffled by your neck. Your shoulder comes up, tickled, but he holds you down, kissing there harshly.

“Is it bad?” You murmur.

He pops up, inspecting your neck seriously. “Dark purple already.” He grimaces.

You push your palm into the side of his head, giggling wildly. “Shut up, Jamie, get in the shower.”

He turns to your stuffed animal in complete offense. “You see how she treats me?”

“Oh my god.”

“Bet she doesn’t treat you like that, does she?”

“Go!” You manage out. “You smell like field!”

He pushes off the bed, shaking his head. “Field, lovely?”

“Field.” You nod grimacing.

“Okay,” He shrugs, off towards the bathroom. “I’ll go shower.”

“Thank you.” You smile, hugging the bear to your chest. “Wait,”

He turns, ears practically perked like a excited puppy. “Yes?”

“Can I get a kiss first?”

“You know it.” He bounces over pressing one, two, three warm kisses to your mouth. The fourth lands at the corner, skewed from the other three.

“Don’t miss me too much.” You murmur.

“Get me in 5 minutes if I’m not out,” He groans, pushing off the bed. “I might’ve passed out.”

“Be quiet, stupid.” You grab his pillow, throwing it at him softly. “That shower better be more than 5 minutes.”

The bathroom door clicks shut quickly. “Teddy doesn’t get this treatment!” He cries.

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something stupid !

⋆ ˚ ౨ৎ 。james potter x gn!reader

OF WHICH... james has always adored your sweet heart and gentle ways and feels nothing more than obligated to tell you how much he loves you, even if he isn't completely sober enough to tell you

CONTAINS: FLUFF, modern au, established relationship, lovesick!james, drunk!james saying love for the first time 😶, mentions of drinking, flirting, kissing, cute stuff

NOTES: inspired by ' something stupid ' covered by frank sinatra ! i hope y'all like it i'm low-key terrified ( wc : 1.1k words !! )

JAMES WASN’T SURE whether it was the liquor on his tongue or the sense of love he was drunk on, but his feelings inside felt that they were to spew out of him at any moment now. Though his eyelids were wearing heavier by the minute, it was the drink in his hand that had now sunken in the residue of ice which lay on the bottom of the glass, that had kept him from leaving the party from being purely wearisome.

That and your wandering eye from the other side of the room.

Your obvious loss in trance was growing more evident to your two friends, Lily and Mary, as their nudges and callings of your name had failed to gain your attention – that instead, was entirely on the brunette boy.

James shared a small smile from his position on the couch, which was teeming with lovesick couples and their blatant attraction to one another; that populated the party with loudmouthed discussions and bursts of laughter – acting as redundant ambiance to James' approaching headache.

Pardoning yourself quickly from your two friends – who both smirked before promptly making conversation with themselves once more – you began to weave through the moving bodies of the crowd and gradually ended up beside him.

His hair was now messier than when you both first stepped into the party, for the mousse that you had used to hold his unruly curls back had failed to maintain the look; with a few loose locks falling out to frame his gentle face.

“Hey angel,” James responded, slurring his words from lack of soberness, the sides of his mouth perked up into a toothy grin that consumed his entire face. Holding your warm hand to his cheek, and picking up the spirits on his lips, you whispered;

“Hi Jamie,” you smiled sincerely, taking his glass out of his hand and placing it on the coffee table, “Have you had a bit to drink?”.

Not having it in him to respond verbally, James only shook his head. You laughed softly – causing James’ smile to somehow widen even further. To him you looked angelic, often depicting your smile as one that would wash heavenliness through your presence; entirely a sight for sore eyes.

“Weren’t you with Sirius and Remus for a bit? Where did they end up going off too?”.

“Not sure, said they’d be back but they aren’t.” he murmured, “Probably out in the yard smoking or making out, one of the two.” Your chuckle back triggered your gentle hands to make their way from his cheeks into his palms as you stood up to pull him away from the couch – now being towered over by your boyfriend.

“Do you perhaps want to head home?”

“That I’d love to.”

The sound of your footsteps became the only noise emitted in your apartment, a complete contrast from the party James had left his favourite jacket and any remaining soberness at, as he staggered a few steps behind you.

You removed your interlocked hand from James’ to set your keys down on the kitchen bench only to find the taller boy wrapping his arms around your waist and peppering light kisses into the crook of your neck, slowly moving up towards your jaw and eventually cheeks.

“James, please at least sit yourself down first.” you cooed, him humming in agreement whilst moving sluggishly to your couch and falling back onto the pillows that dressed up the comforting frame.

Watching you silently as you moved across the apartment, James was ultimately heart-struck, completely infatuated by you. The way you moved across the room with such care and flow, wanting not to make any loud noises as not to add to James’ now present headache; the way you would hum softly after putting on your favourite music; the way you would hold his head in both your hands once you finally sat down quietly beside him.

“I like it like this. Just the two of us.” he mumbled, causing a smile to partner your demeanour and soften your eyes.

“I do too.”

Your eyes both couldn’t leave the others, the only noise in the apartment being the sweet hum of your music playing, filling in the blanks of the lack of speech between the two of you. The muteness wasn’t awkward, instead contrastingly comfortable as you two lay in each other's silence.

Kissing your nose and forehead lovingly, James picked up on what he stopped at the kitchen bench, littering sweet kisses over your entire face that scrunched with the light touch. Your sweet laughter complimenting the peppering pecks of his love for you.

The moment to James was perfect, the only trouble being his lack of control of himself with you, especially when you looked at him in such a gentle way. Knowing it wasn’t the alcohol taking over, or the intoxicating scent of your fragrance, but the bittersweet feeling that had hung in his stomach much before the two of you had entered your apartment, before you left the party together, and long before your eyes had met with him on the other side of the room.

In fact, in the three months you had been dating for, James had subconsciously known he loved you in the mere few moments upon meeting at a party much alike the one you had come from. He was unsure of what had come over him, but it was too late before what was holding up in his insides came spewing out.

“I love you y/n”.

Your laughter came to a blunt end as your eyes widened slightly upon the words that had just escaped James’ mouth. In complete fear that he had ruined the moment James’ eyes began to reflect a similar fright to yours, completely changing in a mere few seconds as you had decided to disrupt him by meeting his lips with yours.

It was a passionate yet slow kiss, one that would hold all the words you were meaning to say but didn’t know how to pronounce. Cupping your face in his hands, he tasted sweet from both the amount of drinks he allowed himself to get lost in at the party, and the overall loveliness that James Potter contained.

Though you definitely couldn’t complain, you pulled back reluctantly, noticing his lips being slightly puffier and parted. You whispered under your breath.

"James you're drunk."

"I don't think I've ever been more sober in my life." he smirked, "Y/n, I told you I love you, you heard me didn’t you?”

“Oh I know, I just want to hear you say it again." you giggled softly before continuing, "I love you too Jamie.”

His heart ached with pure admiration as you two got lost in the moment and let time find you once more.

LIA'S LETTERS ⋆ ˚ ౨ৎ 。 to my lovely reader, thank you so much for reading this really shitty piece of writing ! this barely followed the song but oh well i hope the ending wasn't too bad either 😭 but i genuinely do hope you enjoyed and this wasn't too ooc for james; i love him lots and definitely hope i did him justice

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