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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 adores 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 : 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 over 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 meet his lips with a kiss. 

A passionate yet slow kiss, one that would hold all the words you were meaning to say but didn’t know how to pronounce. He tasted sweet, both from the amount of drinks he allowed himself to get lost in at the party, but also the overall loveliness that James Potter contained. Though he definitely couldn’t complain, James pulled back reluctantly, his lips slightly puffier and parted as he whispered under his breath. 

“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. I love you too James.” 

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

VALENTINE'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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“‘Laurel Hell’ is a term from the Southern Appalachians in the U.S., where laurel bushes basically grow in these dense thickets, and they grow really wide,” Mitski also explained in an interview with Zane Lowe on Apple Music 1. “And, I mean, I’ve never experienced it myself, but when you get stuck in these thickets, you can’t get out. Or so the story goes. And so there are a lot of Laurel Hells in America, in the South, where they’re named after the people who died within them because they were stuck. And, so the thing is, laurel flowers are so pretty. They just burst into these explosions of just beauty. And, I just, I liked the notion of being stuck inside this explosion of flowers and perhaps even dying within one of them.” (x)

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Ladies in Red

Liz Mamont 2021

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Hm I see. I kind of need to hold these or I’ll die.

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Kang So Young | ELLE KOREA MAY 2016 

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dark and dangerous desires

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hellooooo where did your sick character prompts go??

Caring for a sick character prompts

“ you're sick. “ “ i feel fine. “

“ could you bring me a glass of water? “

“ come on, you're not okay. “ “ that obvious, huh? “

“ you need anything from the store? “ “ maybe an aspirin, or a hundred. “

“ you can't be in here. i mean it. who's going to take care of me if you get sick? “

“ i don't want you to get sick. “ “ your germs, are my germs. “ “ you're such an idiot. “

“ you're sick? “ “ yeah... sorry. “

“ how are you feeling? “ “ think i might have coughed up a lung... “

“ could you get me some clean sheets? maybe some clean clothes? “

“ you shouldn't sleep on the couch -- “ “ well, you're not going to take it, not with how you're feeling. “

“ you should go out, enjoy the day. “ “ that's okay. “ “ no, seriously. you've been caring for me for the past three days, you deserve a bit of a break. “

“ you're burning up... it's getting worse. your fever's up by two degrees. “

“ i feel like shit. “ “ you'll get over it. “

“ just get some rest, yeah? shout if you need me. “

“ you don't have anything better to do? “ “ nothing comes above you. “

“ i owe you one, seriously. whenever you're sick, call me. “

“ do i look sick to you? “

“ you look like a wreck. “ “ i feel like i've been in one. “

“ thank you, for taking care of me. “ “ you'd do the same for me, right? “ “ in a heartbeat. “

“ when did you get sick? “ “ last night. “

“ if i get sick, at least we'll get to spend some more time together? “

“ a kiss could make you feel better. “ “ i'm politely declining. for both our sakes. “

“ how about we save that kiss for some other time? maybe, let's say, when you don't look like you're going to throw up? “

“ a kiss is too great of a risk. “ “ too great of a risk of what? “ “ me throwing up in your mouth. “ “ hey -- “ “ i don't think your ego could handle it. “

“ how about a good night kiss? “ “ no. you're gonna make yourself sick. “

“ i feel like shit. “ “ you sure do look the part. “ “ shut up. “

“ do you need anything? “ “ alcohol. “ “ no. “

“ you're just as beautiful. “ “ i haven't washed my face in three days. let alone brushed my teeth for longer than thirty seconds. “

“ the only thing that keeps me going is that post-sickness shower skin-care routine. “

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unrequited love starters

please give credit if you use these! thank you

“ i'll never be good enough for you, because i'll never be him. “

“ i feel like an asshole. “ “ good. cause you should. “

“ it was always meant to be him and me. not... whatever this is. “

“ you're just... you're just not right for me. “

“ i don't want to love you. “

“ the guy's dead and you're still comparing us! “

“ i can't compete against the dead guy. not unless you're ready to let go. “

“ no matter what i do, i can't bring myself to love you. “

“ you'll always compare me to him. “

“ you're not exactly boyfriend material. “

“ you couldn't have loved me better, and i couldn't have loved you worse. “ “ that's a little melodramatic, don't you think? “

“ don't do that. don't make me feel bad for you. “

“ you wanna know why? because i'm not him. i'll never be him. “

“ and if he came back, asked you to go with him, would you? “ “ doesn't matter, he's not going to. “ “ didn't really answer my question. “

“ what is it that you're not telling me? “

“ you're holding back. “ “ i don't want to let go. “

“ i want to love you. i want to love you so much it hurts. “

“ name... i don't want you to be my second choice. “

“ get out. “

“ pack your bags and get out. “

“ you were right, you know. i do owe you the truth. “

“ so what is the truth? “

“ get the fuck out of my house. “

“ thought i told you to leave. “ “ you did. “ “ so why are you still here? “

“ no, i'll clearly never be good enough for you so tell me, what am i fighting for? “

“ truth is you deserve to be loved by someone who can give you their full heart. someone who's good to you. devoted. someone who's not me. “

“ as much as i wish i could be that woman for you... i'm not. i'm never going to be. “

“ i've been nothing but selfish. believe me, i know that. “

“ i couldn't bring myself to tell you the truth. because i couldn't bear to look you in the eyes, and see your heart break, knowing i'm the one who broke it. “

“ you deserve a chance to be happy, to move on and i pray to god i didn't rob that of you. that i didn't somehow convince you you're not worthy of being loved. “

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where'd all the time go

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oh oh oh do you have any nightmare prompts? it can be platonic or romantic.

“ hey, babe, babe, wake up. “

“ are you okay, my love? “

“ i had a nightmare. “ “ what? “ “ i had a nightmare. “

“ are you sleeping? “ “ yeah... what's up? “ “ i had a bad dream. “

“ do you want to talk about it? “ “ no. just hold me. “

“ i'm here, all right. right by your side. “

“ wake up! “ “ stop... “ (hears character A crying) “ wait... are you crying? “

“ hey, what's wrong with you? are you okay? “

“ okay... let's stay up for a while. “

“ do you want to tell me about it? the dream? “ “ you'll have nightmares. “ “ really? “ “ it was like a horror movie. “

“ we can talk, all night. or we can lay here, listening to each other's heartbeat. “

“ are you good to go to sleep again? “

“ i'm not going to fall asleep if you're this upset. “

“ i had a really crazy dream. like, really, really crazy. i can't even explain it. “

“ i don't know if i can go back to sleep again... “

“ can you hold my hand? “

“ you're... crushing my hand. “

“ wake up, hey, wake up. calm down. calm down. you're okay. “

“ it's just a bad dream -- hey, look at me. look at me. it's not real. “

“ i'm going back to sleep. but if you need me, you know where to find me. “

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