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[slytherinsimp12]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊

Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: James Potter was charming, mischievous, captain of the quidditch team and very popular among the girls at Hogwarts. He had a certain talent for making his presence aware , a charisma that was unmatchable. You didn’t have many friends, no matter how hard you tried, people never seemed to acknowledge you. To put it quite plainly, you were the polar opposite of James. You spent years trying to push out and ignore any romantic feelings you had for him, because come on… there is no way he even knows you exist…. Right?

Warnings: Mild swearing and kissing/ making out.

Author’s Note: Hi my loves, this is part 1 of a mini series called- Gold rush. I will keep updating, as fast as I can. If you like my work, feel free to send in requests and leave comments 💌. Happy reading xx. Part 2 and Part 3 out now! (Comment to be added to the taglist)

The lively chatter of students filled the corridors. Golden light shone on the cold, aged walls. The air was heavy with the scent of old books, dust and a hint of magic. You made your way towards the dungeons, just in time for Potions class. You were fairly late; your usual spot was taken by another student. You scanned the classroom, looking for a vacant seat. Unfortunately, there was only one, at the very front of the class.

You settled in the empty seat, when you noticed the boy sitting next to you. His messy black hair was overgrown, and ruffled in a way that looked purposeful. His hazel eyes appeared large beneath his round glasses. James Potter was unreasonably attractive, that wasn’t a secret. You spent your first few years at Hogwarts trying to deny it, but it was of no use. You tried telling yourself his good looks didn’t make up for his arrogant and vexatious personality. He was insufferable.

You hated the way he paraded around the school, hands casually tucked in his pockets, increasing his voice by a few extra decibels whenever a pretty girl walked by. You hated the way he effortlessly drew attention to himself as soon as he walked into a room. And what you hated the most, was when he would catch your gaze lingering on him for a little too long.

“Good morning students. I will be assigning you your partners from now onwards. You will stick to these arrangements for the rest of the academic year.” Professor Slughorn announced, earning disappointed groans from the whole class.

“I have learned my lesson after the ‘incidents’ young Mr. Potter and Mr.Black have caused.” He continued, causing wide grins to spread across James and Sirius’ faces.

Slughorn spent most of the lesson reading out the pairs he had made. You were growing impatient, he hadn’t called out your name yet, maybe this was the perfect opportunity to finally make a new friend… and you know, make it last this time.

“Mr.Potter and Ms. Y/L/N” The professor called out.

You have got to be kidding me, you thought to yourself, a horrified look plastered across your face.

“Why that face, love? I don’t bite” James said turning towards you, then to Sirius and letting out a laugh.

You rolled your eyes and left class, saved by the bell.

The next day, you decided to spend your free time in the library and catch up on some homework. Immersed in your work, you almost didn’t notice the figure walking towards you.

“Feeling studious, are we?” James asked, placing his hands on the table and leaning forward.

“I was, until you came along.” You mumbled, mostly to yourself, as you stared packing your things up.

“Wait, where are you going?” James asked.

“I’m sorry, is there something in particular you want from me?” You snapped.

“You’re my new potions partner aren’t you? I thought we could study for the upcoming test together.” He said cooly.

“Right… well, I’m y/n.” You said, extending your hand.

“You’re kidding right?” James asked, with an almost offended expression.

“Why would I be kidding about my name?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Bloody hell… I know who you are y/n!” James exclaimed. “Third year, Defence against the dark arts, fourth year transfiguration and history of magic and fifth year, divination and astronomy. Those are all the classes we had together, do you not remember?” James continued.

“Oh- um… yea, I guess.” You said, dumbfounded. You remembered. You obviously remembered. How could you forget? But the real question was, how in Merlin’s Name did James freaking Potter know who you were? Did you hit your head and fall into an alternate reality, where you were one of the bimbos he noticed?

It had been a week since that unforeseen encounter with James. He would wink at you during meals or purposefully walk too close to you in the corridors, just enough for your shoulders to brush. He would pretend like he didn’t notice you, but you could feel his stare penetrate when you weren’t looking.

The following night, you woke up in a cold sweat. Your stomach was churning with nausea; it must have been the puking pasties a girl named Marlene gave you.

You were in desperate need of fresh air. Careful not to wake your dorm mates, you slipped out of bed, not caring that you’re in your pyjamas and decided to take a stroll around the castle. You had to be really cautious to not get caught, you didn’t want your house to loose points. You made your way to the dungeons, as it had a lovely view of the black lake.

“Light them up before Filch comes!” A voice whispered.

“What if the Slytherins wake up!” A shrill voice filled with fear added.

“Leave if you must , Pete! But do not ruin this for the rest of us.” You could recognise that voice anywhere.

You peaked your head from the corner of a wall, spotting James and his group of friends, ‘the marauders’, they called themselves. How cheesy. They were in-front of the Slytherin common room, with what seemed to be dung bombs and fire crackers in their hands.

‘Bloody hell. They’re mental.’ You thought to yourself.

“Shit! Run!” One of the voices shouted.

The crackers exploded, creating loud sounds and a strong pungent smell. From a distance, you could see Filch running towards the mess. Suddenly, you felt someone grab you from behind. Before you could shout, their hand covered your mouth. You turned your head to see James signalling you to be quiet. He pulled you into a hidden corner as Filch scoured the surroundings, looking for the culprits behind the mess.

He released his hand from your mouth.

“What the hell! What are you guys doing! Have you absolutely lost your minds??!!” You whisper shouted.

“Y/N Y/L/N, are you following me?To answer your question, no our minds are very much intact. Just a bit of sweet revenge on the Slytherins. Nothing special.” James smirked.

You noticed just how close the both of you were standing. You could feel his warm breath on your cheeks. You could see the soft curve of his lips and the slight flush in his cheeks. You could hear his heart racing.

He lifted his arm, gently brushing a strand of stray hair away from your face.

Whatever gap was there between the two of you, was closed by James. His lips crashed into yours with an intensity that set your skin on fire. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. All the years of pent up emotions you felt for James came rushing. He pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath, the overwhelming force left you reeling.

“Prongs! Prongs, where are you?” A voice hissed.

“Shit.” James said, through clenched teeth.

“Prongs?” You asked, smirking and raising an eyebrow.

“It’s Sirius. I’ve got to go. Will you be able to go back to your dorm on your own?” James questioned.

You nodded.

“Catch you later, y/n” He said, flashing you that famous James Potter smile.

That alone was enough to make your heart melt.

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[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

Kenma meets his future self

[herbarimoon]

Day10-13 vestige+bloody

[hope-ur-ok]

the crowd lost it over tiwycf, as they should honestly

[jewellery-box]

Afternoon dress, American, c. 1861-1863

The MET Museum

[haoqw]

hehehe my school put my pansy drawing up

[feng-shui71]

Stargazing

[napolka]

Boo! 🎃

[sophaeros]

the strokes for rockin'on buzz, october 2006 / fuji rock, naeba

The band and the crowd have a symbiotic relationship. If the crowd isn't having fun, it's hard for us to smile.

The Strokes lit up the field at their first Fuji Rock festival! Fab shares his enthusiasm for the show

The Strokes are known for rarely giving interviews during their tours, but this time we managed to catch up with Fab just before they arrived at Naeba! We were able to talk to them mainly about their live performance. They delivered a fantastic performance on the big stage at Fuji, with playability, energy, and passion, which is no exaggeration to say is the best performance ever for a band. As the following comment states, that glorious glow was a truly precious "light" born from the solid bond between the band's strength, their mental fulfillment, and the hearts of the audience. If any one of these elements had been missing, that positive uplifting would not have been possible. Of course, they will continue to improve their skills as a band and continue to perform excellently. It is certain that the number of audiences attending will increase, and they will create a larger-scale live experience. With that in mind, the Fuji Rock performance is just one page in the ongoing history of The Strokes, but I think the Japanese fans were very happy to share the one and only time on July 30, 2006, and to witness a document that condensed everything they had learned and accumulated in the five years leading up to First Impressions of Earth. That night's live performance will surely become a "foundation" or reference point for them as well. I hope you look forward to the new Strokes story that begins from here.

●Yesterday at Fuji it was raining and the conditions were bad, but the audience was fired up. And today will be the Strokes' first appearance at Fuji Rock. Please tell us your aspirations for the headline at 8:20pm on Sunday.

"First time, and as a headliner...that's crazy. You're making me so nervous."

●No no, that’s not what I meant. (laughs).

"Yeah, it's fine really (laughs). I'm really looking forward to it. To be honest, we've performed at quite a few festivals before and have a lot of experience, so I think performing at Fuji Rock came at the perfect time. We've practiced hard, the band is in great shape, and on top of that, we're incredibly happy to be here now. Actually, before coming to Japan, we were in Korea. And, of course, Korea was amazing too, but a lot of things were brand new for us. So... I never thought I'd say this, but I'm happy to be back in a place that's so familiar to me (laughs). It's so much fun to be back in Japan and go to restaurants that I know."

●And what are your goals for tonight?

"We just have to do it our way. I don't know what else to do. But we're determined to give it our all."

●The Strokes' live performance at Summer Sonic three years ago was truly amazing, but how do you think you have grown as a live band since that summer three years ago?

"I don't know, but it feels like a really long time has passed since then. Of course, that's just how I feel now, and when I'm 60 or so years old and look back, I'll probably think it all went by in the blink of an eye, but for me at this point, it really does feel like a long time has passed. I think all of the band members have evolved as musicians, and the record we made recently was a huge challenge in terms of arranging, playing, and how we function as a band. So I think all of that development we've made as a band is reflected in our live performances. We're tighter as a band than before, and our focus is more concentrated. But at the same time, we still have the same energy we had back then, that we've always had."

●Since the release of "First Impressions of Earth," you've been on the road for almost half a year now. Have you become able to perform the songs 100% in a live setting?

"I think that the songs on that album really show their true potential in a live performance. The way we recorded the songs on this album was quite different from the previous two. The way we created the sound, too... For example, when we play the songs on "Is This It" or "Room on Fire" live, even though we try to play them exactly as they were recorded, the sound ends up being richer.

“In other words, with the previous two albums, the live performance and the record were completely different creatures. But with this album, we really thought about how we would play it live during the recording stage, so sonically the record and the live performance are very close. We've managed to get the record a little closer to the live sound of this band... Also, I think that in a live performance, our movements and the element of actually playing on the spot are added."

●Which songs from 'First Impressions' have changed/grown more than they did when you recorded them by playing them on tour, or songs that you discover something new about while playing them?

"Well, maybe there aren't many of those... We're more focused on making the songs we've completed during the recording stage sound as accurate as possible. At least, we try to do that, and it's something we take pride in. Because, in the shows I've seen, there are very few songs that I'm happy to have turned out differently from the records.

“Pearl Jam, especially Eddie Vedder, are one of those few bands because he does really cool things with that voice, but most of the time I think, "Oh, I wish he'd sang it the way I know it, just like on the record."... Don't you think there are times like that? So, how can I put it... I think there are definitely some aspects of a live performance that are really strange, like the vibe, the intensity of the songs, that are hard to convey on a record.. When you actually play on stage, I think it feels like those parts start to breathe in the song."

●By the way, which song do you feel that particularly?

"For example, 'Vision of Division' has a crazy solo by Albert. At first, I was really nervous about playing this song live... because it's a song that requires a lot of unity as a band. But with each performance, I gradually got more comfortable with it and started to have fun. So now I feel like I've grasped the core of what this song is all about, and it feels like everything is growing from that one point."

●Do you actually get that feeling in real time on stage?

"First of all, when I start playing, it's like I'm armed and ready for battle. Then, as I slowly approach my target, the moment I'm about to take it down is incredibly intense, and when it's over, it's like I've taken a deep breath of fresh air and exhaled, 'Ahhhhhh!' I hope that the audience will feel that same way, even if unconsciously, and experience it with me."

●I see. By the way, do you change the song selection for each tour? When I saw the first concert, I got the impression that there were very few songs from the second album (only two).

"Yeah, we didn't play much from that album. I think it was just one song... I'm not sure. Oh, maybe two songs after all."

●Will it be the same for this tour?

"It depends on the time and the situation."

●What do you mean?

"Basically, we like to play the same set list over and over again. This may be a personal opinion, but we think of the show as one package, including the gaps. In other words, the time when we're not playing a song is important, and the transitions between songs, such as whether we finish one song and then immediately start the next, make the show more interesting. On the other hand, there are times when it's better to have a little pause, especially when we're suddenly jumping from one theme to a completely different theme. So for us, playing one set list over and over again, practicing it and learning it, is very interesting. But when we're playing two nights in a row at the same venue, we always try to change things up a bit, just in case there are people who come to both shows. But Fuji Rock probably won't be that different from Hyde Park. I think we've got the hang of pacing ourselves for festivals."

●So what do you focus on when creating a set list?

"First, we're going to play all the singles we've released so far. Then we'll play songs that we enjoy playing live. Then we'll play songs that we think sound good when we play them live... that's about it. I actually want to delve deeper into the songs from Room on Fire, but to do that we need to rehearse and reexamine each song, so we need a little more time."

●Okay. Now, moving on to the next question, in the Strokes' live shows, I had the impression that Julian looked uncomfortable, but in recent live performances, I feel that he is finally starting to enjoy his role as frontman/singer, standing on stage and connecting with the band and the audience. Do you feel this positive change in Julian, as you are on stage with him?

"Umm……Yeah, but I think maybe everyone has changed a little bit. I think I understand what you're saying. It feels like he's started to truly embrace the joy of being on stage a little more than before. But I think he's always been like that, actually. I think it was probably due to that show. Julian is, so to speak, a very sensitive creature. Very sensitive. On the days when the audience is really enthusiastic and it's the best, I really feel like I'm dancing with everyone, but on the other hand, when the audience is a little cold, I feel like I have to prove myself, and the other members feel the same way. However, it doesn't directly affect the performance, I still perform the songs well, but I think it makes me feel a little uneasy emotionally."

●By the way, what changes have you seen in yourself?

"Obviously, in my case, it's not as obvious because I don't have a microphone and I'm not the one communicating with the crowd (laughs). But now that I've been doing this for a long time, I probably feel more comfortable going on stage than I did before. I still get really nervous, of course, but it used to be a lot worse, and I'd be so nervous every night before going on stage that I would throw up. Compared to then, I still get nervous, but by the time I go on stage I've calmed down."

●I see. Also, I thought that "Ask Me Anything" was one of the highlights of the Hyde Park gig.

"I agree. I think that's a great song to play live (laughs)."

●(smiles) ?

"You know why? Because I don't have to do anything, hehehe."

●Ahahaha! Putting aside its merits in that sense, I felt that the addition of that song allowed The Strokes' live shows to express all the emotions, making them a more total emotional experience.

“I see. I think that’s a really beautiful insight.

Yeah, that's a really great way to look at it. I'd never thought of it that way myself, but it definitely changes the dynamic of the whole show. It's like the horizons of the show are broadened by the addition of that one song, and it draws a whole new ridge, and the mountains and valleys become more clearly visible. Anyway, it's a good song, it's very honest, Nick is playing a different instrument than usual, it shows a new side of the band, and I think that song makes the show even more interesting. Yeah, I think so.

●What are the points that you use to judge whether a live show is good or bad? There are live shows where it's okay to make mistakes, but what are the points that make you feel like "tonight's show was good" or "it was crap"?

"There are three things that make a show good. First, we have to perform as perfectly as possible. Of course, that doesn't mean just hitting every note mechanically, but it has to be entertaining, so it also includes feeling the vibe of the show. Second, we have to feel like we're all there together. That is, if someone is unhappy, you can usually sense that. If we can all smile, that's great. And third, and I think this is probably the most important, is the audience. If the audience doesn't accept the band, if they're not enjoying being there, it's going to be very hard for us to smile. After all, the band and the crowd have a symbiotic relationship, and we're there feeling each other, and the audience. So, to have a great show, you need all three."

●So tonight, all three of those things will come together and you will headline Fuji's Green Stage with a great live performance that will be the finale to our best memories!

"It's okay, I have a good feeling about this. I mean, I'm pretty sure it'll happen, so I hope it does. We'll do our best too..."

●I think the audience is also fully prepared.

"Got it. It'll be great then."

●Also, you haven't had a proper Japan tour since the tour for your first album, so please do a full-scale Japan tour this year!

"Yes, we’ll come as soon as possible."

●I'll be waiting.

"Thank you!"

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gold rush - t.s.

[slytherinsimp12]

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱 , 𝓹𝓽-2 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡

Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: The day after you and James share a kiss, he invited you to watch him play quidditch. You get jealous seeing him with another girl. You meet his friend group. Things don’t end well.

Warnings: Lily is mentioned as James’ friend for the sake of reader x james,( I love jily), Cursing , Rude Sirius, Angst towards the end.

Author’s note: Hi cuties xx. I hope you enjoy pt.2. I’ll be posting pt.3 soon. Feel free to leave comments or send requests if you have any suggestions/improvements/ ideas for this pt and pt-3. Follow me to keep up the updates. <3.

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You woke up to the sound of your dorm mates bubbling over today’s quidditch match. Your head was throbbing with pain; you barely got any sleep last night. Then it all came crashing back to you, the late night stroll that lead to your kiss with James Potter. Bloody hell. Did it really happen? Or was it just an extremely vivid dream. Dubious about the accuracy of your memory, you got up and quickly got dressed , and headed to breakfast.

The great hall was filled with the chatter of excited students; they were all raving about today’s match. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Well that explains the dung bombs last night.

Your palms were sweating with nerves, you were so not ready to see him yet.

Right on cue, you spotted James sitting with his friends, and stuffing his face with food.

“I’ve got to fuel up for the match. D’you think having this amazing body was easy?” James gloated coyly.

Your stomach filled with butterflies, how pathetic. There James was, an arrogant git, attacking his food like there was no tomorrow. Yet, you couldn’t help let out a small smile.

“Y/n!” James shouted across the hall.

Your face flushed red out of embarrassment. You tried looking away , but it was too late. James jogged over to you.

“Hey pretty.” He smirked.

“Hi.” You said plainly.

“So, today is the quidditch match. You coming to see me play?” He grinned.

“Uh… I don’t know. I’m not really a sports kinda person.” You told.

“Oh come on, just come to see the legendary James Potter in action, love.” He pleaded.

Merlin, how could someone be so obnoxious yet so charming.

“Tone it down a notch, ‘prongs’. “ You teased, making air quotes.

“I’ll see if I can come, i’ve got a lot of reading to catch up on.” You continued, walking away before he could reply.

The encounter left your stomach rumbling. Thanks to that idiot James, you couldn’t even think about keeping down any food right now.

You hated how James left you feeling. You didn’t like anticipating your face in a red flush, you didn’t like seeing double vision in a rose blush, and most of all, you didn’t like feeling vulnerable by the mere presence of someone, let alone a boy. A boy that half the school is in love with.

Going to the quidditch match was a bad idea, letting James in was a bad idea, it went against everything you told yourself from your very start of Hogwarts. Yet, you found yourself doing exactly that.

You decided you could spare a few minutes to watch the quidditch match. You gaslit yourself into believing you were going for the sake of ‘enjoying and learning the sport’, and not for James. You made your way into the Y/H stands, trying your best not to be noticed by the messy haired Gryffindor chaser. Although, you hardly doubted he would notice you from 50 feet above.

The match dragged on for 3 whole hours, and you were appalled by the fact that you stayed the whole duration. You watched a handful of matches your whole life, but this one, this one was different. It had something to do with the fact that, James was so effortlessly good at what he did.

Gryffindor won even though Slytherin’s seeker caught the snitch. They were leading by a 100 points, and James had thrown the quaffle into the hoop more than 20 times. Even you knew that the victory was mostly his doing. The Gryffindor team jumped off their brooms, and started jumping with excitement, adrenaline pumping through their veins. You wanted to congratulate James, it was the decent thing to do, right?

As you were walking up to the ground, a red headed girl beat you to him. She hugged him rather intimately, and placed a kiss on his cheek. Your stomach churned. Maybe it was the nausea from not eating or maybe it was seeing that girl being so close to James, you didn’t care. What were you doing? Coming to a quidditch match for the captain of the Gryffindor team? You didn’t expect him to notice you, then why were you so offended when he didn’t? Without thinking, you ran out the filed, wanting nothing more than to forget about the stupid match, the stupid kiss and stupid James fucking potter.

The following night in the library ,you were drowning in a pile of books, struggling to finish all your assignments.

“We need to stop running into each other like this.” A voice whispered into your ear from behind.

“Although, you seem to be more interested in running away from me than into me.” James continued. Well you’d be damned. He did in-fact notice you at the match.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you mumbled, refusing to turn around and look at him.

“C’mon, love. Don’t be coy. Why did you run away like that? Still flustered after last night are we?” He pressed.

“Piss off, Potter.” You spat, trying to walk away.

“Wait! Don’t be like that. Do you want to talk about what happened last night, is that it?” He asked, gripping your wrist, stopping you from walking away.

“No. Clearly you’d rather talk to that red headed girl you were being so ‘friendly’ with earlier. I get it, the kiss was no big deal. It’s cool” You lied.

“No big deal? Ouch.” He said, removing a fake arrow from his heart.

“That red head earlier was Lily Evans. She’s my good mate. Trust me, you do NOT need to worry about Lily, plus I’m certain she’s got a thing for Snivellus.” James explained.

“Snivellus?” You questioned. What is up with him and these stupid nicknames?

“Long story. Anyway, why don’t you join me and the lads in the Gryffindor common room tonight. We’re celebrating the win.” Was James asking you to meet his friends tonight? No way. There was only one person you found more insufferable than James, Sirius freaking Black. He was obviously going to be there.

“Um- I- I have uh… errands-“ you tried to come up with an excuse but James cut you off.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He said, as he winked and disappeared into the dark.

A few hours after dinner, you reluctantly made your way into the Gryffindor common room. Everyone seemed to be asleep. The room was dimly lit, with cosy sofas arranged next to a roaring fire. You spotted James , Sirius, Remus , Peter, Lily and Marlene sprawled in front of the fire place.

You cleared your throat, making your presence aware.

“Y/n! You came!” James greeted, pulling you into a side hug.

After introducing you to the group, James insisted you sat right next to him on the sofa. At some point during the night, his hands found their way to the small of your back, tracing gentle circles on it. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were starting to enjoy yourself. But that didn’t last long.

Sirius insisted on playing a game of Truth or Dare, where he mostly targeted you. You managed to dodge most of the questions, which really pissed Sirius off.

“Ok. Fine. If you’re not going to answer any of the questions, Y/n, why is it that you have no friends? Why do you walk around alone and eat alone all the time like some depressed loser.” Sirius said bluntly.

Heat spread from your ears to your neck. Your face burned with embarrassment. That did it.

“Fuck off , Black.” You flipped him off , as you stormed out of the common room.

“What the hell, mate?” You heard James say.

You were walking so fast it could be considered running.

“Y/n, wait!” James called after you.

You tried to ignore him, but he caught up with you in the corridor because the stupid stair cases decided to move, again.

“Y/n…I’m so sorry. Ignore Sirius. He can be a real dick.” James said.

“Hey, look at me.” He tilted your head up to meet his eyes. They were filled with regret. He probably regretted calling you tonight. What was he thinking? Did he expect his friends to like you? In what world would that be true? You saw how they picked on people like you. How they bullied those different from them. Why did you expect anything else?

“What are you thinking?” James asked, brushing his thumb against your cheek. He was standing extremely close to you again. Practically hovering. Before you could answer, he pulls you in, locking his lips with yours. A sudden warmth spreads through your body. You close your eyes, the subtle pressure of his hands on your waist sending jolts of electricity down your spine. This was wrong. Stop. Pull away. You thought to yourself, but your body wouldn’t comply. You kissed him back with more aggression than you anticipated, running your fingers through his hair. After what felt like an eternity of pure heavenly bliss, James pulled away.

“Should we head back?” He asked.

Then you came back to your senses. Reality was a harsh slap in the face. Deal with it now, so you’re not left wretched later.

“I can’t ,James. I can’t do this. I don’t know what I was thinking. I thought I could handle your friends, the crowds and the constant attention your around. But, truth be told, I really can’t. It’s all too much for me. You’re too much for me…you’ll probably be fine, maybe even better off without me. This was a big mistake.” You said, gesturing between the two of you.

For the first time in history, James Potter was left speechless. His face was engulfed with hurt. You didn’t want to hurt him, but it was better him than you.

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nerd/geek! patrick x black!reader

dirty stinky patrick this manipulative toxic patrick that. WHAT ABOUT stinky nerd/geek patrick who’s more akin to stephen nedorosckik (olympics horse boy) except he doesn’t do any sports he just plays call of duty in his dorm all day and gets his bayonetta ass glasses dirty and slugs out on pizza with his boy art.

he’d actually be really hot if he changed his shirt once in a while (you know he’s wearing a grey “find x” t-shirt or some other shirt with silly puns on it every other day) and washed his hair more frequently. you’re paired with him for a project late in the semester and he has to pretend he hasn’t been jacking it to you the whole year — how can he not when you wear the tightest tank tops imaginable paired with the lowest of low-waisted jeans? your favorite combo is a tight white t-shirt with a hot pink bra peeking out underneath it. you sit in front of him in class and he stares at your back, the hint of a bra strap peeking through the tank.

your bangles jingle with every move you make and he can catch a whiff of your burnt vanilla perfume each time you move as well, and it makes his dick stand up under the desk. you’re always coming into class obnoxiously late with your friends, giggling and making too much noise, but it’s you so it doesn’t matter.

you meet him in the library and after you sit down you hastily put on a pair of thick black glasses from a case you leave laying haphazardly on the table, muttering,

“i know i look like such a nerd, ignore those.”

and patrick, who’s spent his entire life with the nerd/geek reputation just stutters,

“uh-no- no, you don’t at all, you look — um…”

you’re looking up at him now with laser focus, your face as close to his as it ever has been and suddenly it seems like your two chairs are way too close together. it looks like you’re critiquing him but really you’re just analyzing him, cocking your head with squinted eyes as you endure his stuttering. he swallows hard and looks away, down at his paper, finally finishing his sentence,

“reallypretty. sorry, that’s-”

“aww,” you coo, smirking just a bit as you finally get the hint. “that’s really nice of you patrick.”

you squeeze his arm and smile innocently when his head jerks to glance down at your pretty hand, well manicured and soft, gripping his forearm. you’ve been pretty your entire life, with a bit of a mean streak, and so you know the telltale signs of attraction from a guy, from anyone really. you hadn’t paid much attention to patrick in the past — why would you? but looking at him now, you saw potential. he was a bit of a fixer upper, but he had this sweet nerdy charm to him that you found really hot, especially if it meant you could get him to do your homework. he wasn’t even that smart, but he was smart enough, and obsessed enough.

“oh… ha,” he laughs nervously. “thanks.”

you distract him the entire session, both by force and just because of your existence. he thinks he’ll die when you reach for something on his side of the table for the third time, practically snaking across him, your tits in his face as you wiggle to reach for a ruler or a pencil you need to borrow. pretends not to be staring when you reapply your lip gloss, fights his smile when you giggle at some stupid joke he makes. its only two hours but he’s pent up by the end of it, fisting his dick while art showers in their room.

groaning stupidly and loud enough to be heard over the water as he comes into his hand, your name peppered inbetween his moans,

“fuck, yn, want your fucking tits smothering me, please ride my dick, i’ll do anything, please please.”

you just might grant him his wish soon enough.

[mmiirage]

happy 32nd birthday meta knight! 🦇🗡️

know that i have love you ever since i was 6 ✨✨ my king

[hope-ur-ok]

You know a crowd is loving it when they almost drown out Taylor

[jewellery-box]

Three-piece dress, c. 1869

Silk satin and lace

USA

The Museum at FIT