#james potter fan fic

[wzrd-wheezes]

What Girlfriends’ Do - James Potter x Reader

AN: This is super short and based entirely off a situation that happened with me and my boyfriend earlier haha

“Ouch!” James yelped, flinching and yanking his arm away from his girlfriend. He rubbed furiously at the sore part of his arm, now slightly indented with his girlfriends teeth marks. Y/N just laughed in response.

“Why did you just bite me?!” James asked.

“‘Cause you have really nice arms?” Y/N shrugged, smiling at him. Her gaze was locked on her boyfriends bicep, the swell of his muscle peeking out from the sleeve of his t-shirt. She was crazy about his arms and she had no idea why. She loved the way that his strong arms would envelope her when they hugged, how his muscles tensed when he would pick her up.

“That’s no reason to bite me though, is it?” he chuckled, looking lovingly at her. She only shrugged again in response.

“It’s just what girlfriends’ do.” she retorted matter-of—factly, “don’t have nice arms if you don’t want me to bite them.”

James shook his head at her, his lips pulled up into a smiled. He’d only glanced away from her for a moment when she lunged at him again, her hands grabbing for his arm, teeth bared.

“Get off!” James yelled, playfully trying to swat her away from him, “You bloody freak!”

[cosmal]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN 😘💋💋💋💋

cake 🍰 - sleepy kisses/cuddles with james <3

sleepy

summary you james makeout. whilst being a little tired.

content james potter x fem!reader

note thank u baby i love u

You still have your dress on when James tugs you into his bed. The silk rides up your thighs when he pulls you over his lap and lays back against the headboard. You really want to tug at his curls. You have all night.

"Never let Marlene convince me to do shots ever again," James mumbles as you work at his tie. He tilts his head up as you struggle with the knot. He yawns, smelling of fresh spearmint gum and alcohol. "They give me the hiccups." You know. He'd hiccuped the entire Uber ride home.

You finally get the tie off his head and mess his hair as you go. His top button has been undone since he left the pub. "If I remember," you run your fingers through his hair and listen to him sigh, "it was your idea," you say before you lean in to press your mouth to his neck.

You feel him shiver underneath you, the jump in his fingers as he pulls you closer by the hips. One day you expect your flesh to be moulded to fit his hands with the amount of time he keeps them there.

You tuck your face into his neck and keep it there, pleased with the sounds you pull from him. Lazy with your mouth, wet and hot kisses against his dark skin. Spending special time on the beauty marks you have memorised.

"It wasn't," he argues, voice light as air. You feel your ego swell. "It wasn't my idea- Christ, you're an angel."

You pull your lips from his reddening skin with a little pop, scraping your teeth until he breaks out into goosebumps. "I've wanted to do that all night," you admit, the last remnants of sheepishness gone now that you're alone with him in his bed. You expect James to use it against you eventually.

"Why didn't you?" he asks with another squeeze.

"In Sirius's front room?" The barest hint of your shy giggles has James smiling. All hooded eyes, a crush of eyelashes that you envy, and pretty teeth just peeking from his wet lips.

"It's never stopped him from getting it on with Remus," he says like it's a reasonable argument.

"It's his house," you sigh.

"So?"

You don't tell him it's mostly because the thought of kissing him like you are right now, around other people, makes your skin catch on fire. You can imagine it now - your face in his neck and his hands up the skirt of your dress until you can see the lace of your underwear. You much prefer it in the comfort of his flat. Without the wolf-whistling on Sirius's part.

You know James loves it like this too. Loves to get you all dizzy with it. Lazy hugs and even worse kisses. He's addicted to you like this.

You lean back in and James accepts it with a little too much tired giddiness. A low rumble of contentment deep from his chest. "Where did you learn that?'' he asks, breathing in through his nose deeply as your nose bumps the column of his throat.

"I have," you mumble, too busy under his jaw when he tilts his head upwards, "I have the best teacher."

"Fuck, baby," James stammers, voice all husky. You melt into a little puddle at the sound of it.

He scoots you both down the bed with you against his chest. "You keep kissing me like that, sweetheart, I'm gonna fall asleep."

You don't have time to argue. To tell him that's exactly what you were going for. He kisses you. Even worse than you were, and you mean that in the best way possible. Kisses that take away the little breath you have left, all shallow and desperate to keep yourself from passing out with your lips pressed to his.

You think he knows this. He whines and tries to keep your head up with his fingers under your jaw. It turns a little sloppy, his nose bumps yours and his hands turn soft at your sides.

It's not until your dress rides up some more do you remember you still haven't changed. "James," you pant. He hums. Too content with kissing your cheeks. "James, we need to get changed."

"Can't," he mumbles, ducking his head until it falls into your neck and his curls tickle your face, "can't, wanna keep kissing you. Until we fall asleep?"

"We can't baby," you giggle. All high-pitched and airy. "You're in your slacks. And a belt."

"I'll survive," he grumbles.

"Your hips won't, honey," you say and brush his hair behind his ear, scratching the skin there lightly. You realise you aren't helping. "C'mon, I'm in my nice dress. I need to put on my pyjamas."

James, extremely reluctantly, and without a few mumbled expletives, gets up from his bed. He drags you blindly with him over to the dresser.

"This is all Marlene's fault," he whines, hands in his boxer drawer, "I'm never shotting again."

"You gotta stay away from that sambuca, babe," you say with a hint of smartassery.

"I was gonna rock your world tonight," he says, stripping. You watch his muscles flex and try to keep yourself upright while putting your sleep shorts on. "But I think I'm gonna fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow."

You laugh animatedly, despite him being the funniest person you know, yawning into the back of your hand. "Rock my world in the morning, Jamie?"

"And the afternoon."

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 22: Size Difference - James/Sirius

Kinktober Day 22: Size Difference - James/Sirius x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub, threesome, size kink, size difference, teasing, James/Sirius being meanies, slight degradation, oral (m receiving), stretch, belly bulge, throat bulge, overstimulated, intense orgasm, cum swallowing, spanking, nicknames, no use of y/n

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“You’re both being meanies” your lips were shaped into a pout as you stared up with wide eyes at the two men on either side of your bed.

“We’re only pointing out the obvious, babe. I mean just look at you, you hardly reach our shoulders when you’re stood, you’re just so tiny” Sirius teased, smirking down at your petite form.

“No I'm not” was all you could think of to reply, not even aware how childish you sounded, arms folded across your naked chest.

“Hmmm, I’m not sure I’m liking that attitude of yours,” Sirius's hand was gripping your cheeks before you could move away, “what did we say about being a brat?”

Your body heated at his stern look, “being a brat is for babies” your voice lowered in tone, losing all confidence that you had just had, not wanting to be punished today.

“Exactly, so enough of the sass” he pushed your head back into the bed before releasing his grip. “I mean how can you even say you aren’t tiny when our cocks are nearly the length of your forearm baby”.

You looked away at this fact, knowing it was true, hating that they were picking on you for something you couldn’t help.

“Awww, are you getting embarrassed? Padfoot you’re embarrassing her” James joined in with the teasing, his face falling into your eye line.

As Sirius replied, he moved to kneel between your legs, “not my fault she’s so little, I mean just look at her Prongs, my cock goes all the way up to her stomach.” You didn’t even need to look down to see what he was doing between your legs as you felt the weight of his heavy cock resting against your mound, past your belly button.

Again you felt heat rising to your cheeks, leaning on your forearms to try and shift away from him but Sirius reached out, holding onto your wrists keeping you underneath him. “None of that sweetheart, I just don’t think I’m going to fit that’s all”.

You huff and roll your eyes, trying not to glance across at James as he moved to stand next to your head. “You think you’re not going to fit Padfoot? What about me? How am I supposed to fit in this sassy little mouth” his fingers gripped your cheek until they were pushed together and aching and your wriggling around did nothing to ease the grip.

“I can fit you, please let me try” you began pleading, wanting their teasing of your tiny body to be over, just wanting them to touch you in your favourite places.

James smirked down at you, displaying the beautiful dimple on his cheek before looking up at his friend and nodding. With one boy grabbing your ankles and the other holding onto your wrists, they were easily able to turn you horizontally across the bed so that your head now hung off of the edge, the same with your legs.

You were hardly given a second to comprehend the position change before Sirius was hiking up your legs, leaving your feet placed against his lean shoulders as he pressed the tip of his cock into your soaking pussy.

“Ah!” was all you could muster your overwhelmed brain to say, leaning up to stare at his thick veiny cock slowly disappearing, eyebrows knitting together from the intense stretch you were experiencing, a mixture of both pleasure and pain.

Before you could react any further, a strong hand pulled your head back over the edge of the bed, your mouth automatically falling open to moan at the sensation between your legs, giving James the perfect opportunity to tilt his cock into your mouth.

They both inched in slowly, you were silently thankful for this, giving your body the opportunity to at least try and adjust to both of them. Your pussy couldn’t even fully squeeze around Sirius’s cock, it feeling like it was being stretched to the most it's ever been, even though you had been fucked by the marauder on countless occasions. And with your mouth, you were able to try and open it as far as you could but it was all about relaxing your throat muscles, they had trained you enough for this and now thankfully you could take them both to perfection.

Sirius groaned as his heavy member lay inside your centre, feeling like it was moving all the way through your stomach and with the way he was poking your abdomen with his hand, you knew he could see the bulge in your belly.

You wish you could look at him but your air supply had been cut off as James' cock fully delved into your throat, the burn from your cunt matching that of your throat now as he cursed, seeing the bulging of his cock.

Before you could panic, they both moved out, so you were able to suck in a deep breath through your nose, the breathing technique you had to learn quickly so as to not end in a panic attack and passing out.

“Fuck darlin’, you are so tight, holy shit” Sirius praised, thumb circling your clit to help your pleasure whilst the other harshly pinched one of your nipples which only caused your cunt to try and squeeze around him.

James began fucking you faster first, scraping his dick against your tongue and pushing past the back of your mouth and down your throat, his own mouth dropping open in awe at the look and feel of being in such a small space.

Sirius picked up the pace as well, both boys now using you to find their own pleasure and even though it was intense, it always was, you loved it, loved how much bigger they were, how their hands roamed over your body nearly the width of your chest, the way their dicks felt like they were going to break your body apart but never did, it felt so good.

Your eyes closed, concentrating on the pleasure and on your breathing, making sure not to become too lost that you lost control. Even as the dribble began to seep out of the corners of your mouths and down your cheeks, just as it did from your cunt that was soaked by this point.

Suddenly you had to tap against James' leg, indicating that you needed him to pull out, which he did almost immediately, just as you looked down to Sirius, eyes watering from the intense wave of please, “I'm cuming” you screamed out.

Sirius moved quicker, growling as he felt the beautiful contractions that then spasmed through your cunt, watching you claw at the bed unsure of what to grab through your orgasm.

As he felt it begin to subside, he eased out, making you feel unbelievably empty and gaping but his hands were on your hips, turning them and aiding you to twist onto your front before pulling back until you were on your hands and knees.

James now grabbed onto the back of your head, directing you back to his eagerly awaiting cock that throbbed in front of you. You took him happily, using your tongue against the underside before taking him into your throat, bobbing your head whilst lifting your hand to fondle his balls.

Sirius enjoyed watching your talented deepthroating skills for a second before ramming back into you, causing your body to jolt forward and James to move deeper earning a deep moan from the man.

The motions were almost like a seesaw, James thrusting into your mouth forcing you to move backwards and then Sirius’ hips causing you to go forwards. It was an endless cycle of pleasure for both men and hearing their grunts of satisfaction only aided in your own tingling between your legs.

From the way James’ thrusts were beginning to slack, you knew he was close to cuming so you moved swiftly to grip his base, moving in sync with your mouth to squeeze and suck.

James tilted his head back, no longer thrusting just letting you do all the work, “fuck, just like that” he groaned before his hands pushed on the back of your head, keeping you still as his salty cum coated your throat and mouth. You had to swallow quickly so that you could pull back and take a deep breath, a string of saliva now connecting your mouth to his half-limp cock.

This also now gave Sirius the opportunity to pound as hard as he can, your arms collapsing your weight so you were now half slumped against the bed, arse in the air. Every fuck of his hips had you seeing stars, even though your throat was raw you still managed to croak out moans, especially as Sirius began spanking your arse cheeks, watching them wiggle with the movements.

“You going to cum over my cock again babe?” Sirius asked mid-thrust, feeling your pussy squeezing him harshly again and you weren’t even able to answer him, completely lost from the fucking.

You weren’t even aware that Sirius was rolling his eyes back in pleasure, trying to hold on from cumming, needing you to cum first which you did after a particularly harsh thrust that felt like it rearranged your insides.

Your toes curled, and your thighs trembled uncontrollably as you screamed through your orgasm, feeling entirely too sensitive. Sirius held you close, your contracting pussy milking his cock, his cum spurting free and coating your spongey walls, dribbling out and onto the bed below.

Exhausted, you collapsed onto the bed, half aware when James began wiping you with a warm washcloth, over your face first and then between your legs, apologising when you flinched from the touch, feeling too sensitive.

Then you were surrounded by warmth as Sirius pulled your limp body to his chest, James snuggling in close behind, they surrounded you completely and perfectly, whispering praises about how well you took them as you quickly fell into a well-deserved sleep.

[msmoony7]

just wrote a summary for the jegulus & wolfstar fic im writing and let me just say it EATS.

[pearlynia]

Literally no one:

Me checking for my ao3 dead gay wizards fan fic update every 5 fucking minutes even tho I know damn well there would be none

[ziglikesrain]

at the end of the day i feel bad for harry potter fans. they’re so limited to one ERA and characters that have already had seven books written about them.

where’s the fun in that?! too much canon, too many straight people, where’s the fun?!

they’ll never know true happiness until they go to the dark side. we have all the fun over here

[ddaisychaser]

something fan fic writers always get right about james, is that his friends will immediately adore you from the first glance. sure, will sirius be a tad bit jealous that someone new is taking his position as james’s ‘professional little spoon’? probably, but that doesn’t mean within a week he is all over you begging to take james away so he could have a moment of peace just for a second.

seeing james happy, makes the marauders + the girls even more happier. that’s how real friends are suppose to feel :)

[my-castles-crumbling]

At least once a week, people tell James Potter that ‘gullible’ is written on the ceiling and he looks every damn time.

[fox-marauder]

little did i know when i was thirteen and reading harry potter that i would end up on tumblr writing about harry's dad, his werewolf professor and his godfather escaped from prison.

[wzrd-wheezes]

Tea and Toast - James Potter x Reader.

AN - once again back with a short James fic that is once again entirely based off of my actual boyfriend lol

James wandered into the kitchen of their flat, his dark curls still damp from the shower he had just taken. He was dressed in plain shorts and a tshirt, his usual attire for a lazy sunday morning.

Y/N had her back to him as he walked in, reaching up to put the mugs that she had just washed back in the cupboard. James’s hands immediately found her waist, his lips pressing a soft kiss against her shoulder.

“G’morning, love.” his voice was still thick with sleep. Y/N spun around to face him, her back pressed against the kitchen counter as James wrapped his arms around her.

“Morning,” she smiled as she kissed him.

James crouched down slightly, hooking his hands around the back of her thighs, easily lifting her onto the countertop. Automatically, she draped her legs around his middle, pulling him closer to her.

“Hungry?” James asked, “Toast?”

“I would say yes, but you’ve sat me infront of the toaster.” Y/N chuckled, glancing at the toaster that was behind her. He laughed, scooping her up with ease and carrying her into the living room. He plonked her down on the sofa, grabbing the blanket that was folded neatly at the side, and lay it over her.

“Hey! I was going to help!” she protested.

“I’m quite capable of making toast, babe.” he rolled his eyes playfully at her, “Tea aswell?”

He disappeared into the kitchen again, returning a few minutes later with a plate of toast and two steaming mugs of tea.

“How about we put that film on that you keep telling me about?” he suggested, sitting next to her. He put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer so that she was tucked in at his side. He smiled down at her, kissing the top of her hair, completely content with their lazy sunday morning.

[cosmal]

"my favorite trope is when someone believes they’re hard to love and someone who loves them like it’s breathing" this as a prompt with james im begging

overwhelmed

summary you think james is tired of you.

content james potter. x fem!reader, angst.

You wait for James outside the pub and try not to cry. You'd rather do it when he gets back. You'd rather not cry at all but it'll be easier with him. You'll only upset him and you don't want to. But the thought of not crying now seems impossible.

You hear the bell over the door ring and feel entirely relieved when you see him coming down the stairs. He finds you almost immediately and the first tear falls as he wraps you up in his arms.

You think it might be worse because you hadn't told him you were upset. That you must've said or done something inside to let him know how you'd felt.

He smooths a hand over your head and whispers something you can't discern. You let a sob free and then hear a, "It's okay, sweetheart. I got you."

The tears only worsen and you don't want them to. You feel embarrassed for making him leave and worse for crying outside into his pretty dress shirt. "I'm sorry," you manage to say. Voice sticky with hot tears.

"Don't," he says with a firmness you appreciate. He kisses and kisses into your hairline until you feel dizzy with his affection. You pull back to make sure you don't dirty his shirt with snot and catch his upset face. "Don't be sorry, it's okay."

"It's not." You steal a hand from between your bodies and wipe your nose with the back of it. "I've ruined your night and I'm really sorry. Really, James."

James had been having a lovely night. He'd been in his element, laughing about stupid things with his friends. He'd chatted everyone's ear off for almost an hour before you'd decided it was too much. You'd gotten overwhelmed like you usually do. You'd surprised yourself you'd managed to last so long.

You thought you could just tell James you were leaving, he'd understand, you hate outings like this - much the opposite to him. He insisted he was coming with you. I'm not letting you catch the tube at 9pm, Y/N.

You're sick of ruining things for him.

"Y/N, sweetheart," he steals your face, warm hands resting over your even warmer cheeks, "it's fine, I promise. You weren't having a good time, I wasn't gonna let you leave by yourself."

You blink slowly and a stray tear rolls over his knuckles. "I should've stayed. I should've just put up with it."

"No, baby. If you're not enjoying yourself you gotta let me know, yeah?' He lets your face go in favour of your shoulders. Firm hands squeezing out the knots in your tensed muscles. He's an awful way of unwinding you. "It's better if you do."

You grasp his elbows and try not to cry again. He moves you away from being so close to the road. "I always," you try to steel yourself, taking in a shuddering breath. "I always ruin things. You're always having a good time and I freak and bail."

"It's okay," he says for the tenth time. You're yet to believe it.

"No, it's gotta be tiring, baby," you sniffle, wiping your face with a cruel hand. "It's hard and I'm sorry." For every It's okay he gives you, you give him and I'm sorry.

He hugs you again and you're sure it's more for himself. You think he's trying not to cry. "It's not hard," he says. Quieter than he's been all night. "It's not hard. Doing things like this for you, aren't hard. Loving you isn't hard."

"It will be eventually," you murmur into his shirt. He squeezes you harder.

"No," he shakes his head and his chin knocks against yours. "never. I'll never get over loving you, yeah?"

You tuck your face into his neck and kiss the skin there. Gently, to show the outrageous amount of love and appreciation you have for him. You squeeze as hard as you think you should. You hear his breathing skip. "I'll never get over loving you either, Jamie."

"I hope not."

By the time you've really calmed down, you've realised where you are again. You peel your sticky face away from his neck, grateful he stood on the pavement waiting for you to relax for so long. You're sure his arms hurt from holding you.

"Can we get crepes from the place down the street?" you ask once you think you've evened your breathing.

"You read my mind." He smiles.

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fixing readmore glitch <3

[moonyandtoasts]

CW: mild nsfw

Possible spoilers to These violent delights (have violent ends) by @imdamagecontrol

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Chapter 4

I’m so in love with this fic😭

[jeansworld16]

I think a lot of people who have mental health problems like fan fiction because it gets them out of reality and feels like a safe space (I am also talking about my self so dont be mad this so just what I think)

[msmoony7]

cant catch me now hits differentttt after reading crimson rivers. like i just know olivia was thinking of that fic when she wrote the song

[deadhoneybee]

Id really like to find people in the Marauders fandom to talk with, i dont have any friends who are into it and i want to send funny posts and have strange conversations with about them so bad,,

Interests and info areeee

Heavy remus lupin fan

Wolfstar

Drarry

Peter pettigrew (before 78-79)

I write fan fic, and id love to bounce ideas/complain about how you can just bluetooth the vibes onto the document

20+ please and thank you <3

I have an archive of fics (some ive read are lesson my load, atyd, wading in waist high water, black mass over highway 90, running on air, turn) 10/10 would absolutely be down to talk about them, id love some recs too!

I am a bit socially awkward but im funny so i feel like theres some balance there ?

Please feel free to dm me! Or even send an ask! Thank you thank you!!

[redtaylorsversiongirlie]

begin again - j.p

❥ james potter x fem reader

❥ summary; after months of getting over a rough break up, you're ready to start again

❥ warnings; none?? i think?? just mentions of past shitty relationship

❥ word count; 1,375

❥ a/n; based off begin again by taylor swift (i prob want to start writing more fics based of taylor songs so write ur ideas in the comments)

you took a deep breath and starred at yourself in the mirror. your hair was in a braid that fell down your back. you were wearing a red knee-length dress that you bought for this date and you wore heels of the same colour.

you had thought, "should i really wear those heels? maybe i should take them off." but then you realized you wanted to wear them. you realized there was no one to tell you what to wear anymore so you kept them on.

after the last check you looked okay, you headed to the hall of your flat. you put on a beige coat and you didn't forget your headphones.

one of your favourite songs started playing. the one he never liked, the one he never understood, the one he would skip to some of his unknown indie bands when you two were in his car. thousands of memories came to flood your mind but you didn't turn off the song, no, you turned off the lock, sighed and headed outside.

i should've taken a nice long walk to calm down my nerves, you thought as the bus comes to a stop close to the café you and james were meeting in. you were too early.

you soon were standing in front of the café, nerves were covering every inch of your body and you felt like you were going to vomit any second.

you checked the time again. it was 2:35p.m.

what will james think of me if he finds out i am almost 30 minutes early to this date?

you were sure he wasn't going to be there yet. you knew james from work and he was always late, even to important events.

you walked into the café, welcoming the warmth after standing in a colder november weather. you took off your headphones and looked around, searching for an empty table.

and that's when your eyes landed on him. he noticed you too. he stood up and waved at you with a smile. james was wearing a red jumper and black trousers. you realized that his black hair were much less messy than when you see him at work. he tried to style it for this date. for you. the thought made butterflies fly in your belly.

when you reached his table, he pulled out the chair, took off your coat and helped you get comfortable.

wow, this is nice. he had never done this.

"you're early," you commented, trying to hide your smile and blush.

"well, i'm not going to screw a date up before it even begins, am i? and, by the way, so are you."

he had never come on time on our dates.

"you look very beautiful, by the way," james said, making blood rush into your cheeks at the speed of light. "red suits you very well."

"you don't look bad yourself," you complimented him back. "although, i must admit i like you better with your hair all messy."

he chuckled. what a wonderful sound.

"i thought girls don't like it."

"but do you?"

he shrugged. "yeah."

"then you should style it how you want," you advised.

he stared you for a second and then said, "you're very wise."

you smiled and look at your lap.

he always thought i was a dumb fool.

the waitress came and you ordered your coffees. james likes his sweet and you do too. he never did, though. he liked his coffee black just like his soul.

you two talked for hours. about your childhood, adulthood, family, almost everything. well, mainly james talked. you preferred to listen and add something then and there.

but then james suddenly stopped talking and shook his head.

"i'm sorry," he apologised. "i get very excited when someone is interested in me. i could talk for hours without stopping. i sincerely apologise. now, you tell me something about yourself."

"uh," you said. he always talked about himself and never cared what you got to say. you weren't used to it. "i haven't— i haven't got much to say."

"oh, come on, you don't need to be shy with me, love," he winked at you and slightly giggled. and then, you talked so much you were afraid you were going to talk his ears off but that fear quickly vanished when he kept asking questions about you. he wanted to know you. he wanted to know what you like and what you don't. you've never felt so interesting before. you couldn't when he never let you say anything, always pushing you down with his words and actions.

at one point, james threw his head back and laughed, gaining attention of the people around you two.

"you're hilarious, you know that?" he was still laughing, like a little kid.

you didn't. it was strange james thought that because he never did.

you've spent months getting over him though you haven't gone on a date cause you were worried the love would quickly come to an end.

but on a wednesday, in a café, you watched it begin again.

begin again begin again begin again begin again begin

next week, on a second date, you and james ended up in your flat. he immediately commented how cozy it is as you showed him around.

when you two came into your room, james perked up at the amount of vinyls in the corner of your bedroom.

he came a little closer and you watched him anxiously, hoping he will like your music taste.

"wow!" he breathed out. "i had never met a girl who has as many james taylor records as me!"

you chuckled, relieved. "well, i do."

"do you mind putting it on?" he asked, still admiring them.

"no, not at all," you answered. "go ahead."

after a minute or so, he pulled out fire and rain by taylor. he started slowly dancing and handed you his hand. you took it without hesitation.

you two danced throughout the whole song, complimemting each other's moves as you did so. at the end, your head was on his chest and his arms around your middle. you felt so comfortable with him and even after the song started again, you and james just stood there in the middle of the room, slightly swinging.

you knew that when you hear this song from now on, you wouldn't think of him rolling his eyes at your music taste. you wouldn't hear his voice in the back of your mind, complaining about everything. you would think of you and james dancing in your bedroom as you gave chance to love again.

when it was getting late and you and james had finished the film you watched (it was grinch, you both were in a mood for christmas film). you walked him outside to his car.

"you will have to tell me more about the films your family watches every christmas next time," you said.

james grinned at you. "next time, huh?"

"we-well, yeah. . . if you want."

"i very much want a next time, yes."

"okay, good."

you two stood there for a minute awkward silence, just looking at each other. you watched him take a deep breath.

"i, um, can i kiss you?"

you didn't wait a second to think it through. you nodded eagerly and james smiled, finding it adorable.

he took your face in his palms and leaned in, giving your lips a sweet kiss and you felt your knees getting weak. when he pulled away, you both smiled at each other.

"good night, james," you whispered.

"good night, y/n," he replied. he got into his car and opened his window to say, "have sweet dreams. about me." he winked at you, making you blush, before driving away.

you stood on the street, your fingers on your lips, still feeling james there. you liked him very much and at that moment, there was no one else in the world. only you and him, problems and fears far away.

it was early to wonder if this could work but you wished badly it would.

something great was brewing and you could feel it in your bones. you've been afraid to love but then at the end of november, late in the night on the street in london, you watched it begin again.