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Sorry for the ask but this I saw atyd reference AND LOST IT —

Have you read Sirius' pov as well ?

Not yet, I've been listening to it with an audio book and I've been trying to get through that. I love the marauders if you can't tell

I have no choice, besides I'm already here. I feel like fuckin passing out

LT Im still really sick but I have to be at school :(

don't go...?

Thank you, I'm watching squid game right now

LT I'm tired and I have a hangover

(tosses a box of ibuprofen)

I'll compliment you as much as you want me to *I attempt to flirt again but it's horrendous*

Y'look handsome today LT *smiles at him*

-🎂

never even seen my face. i might be the ugliest bastard on the planet, you wouldn't even know

Yes. *I say in a deadpan voice*

Y'look handsome today LT *smiles at him*

-🎂

never even seen my face. i might be the ugliest bastard on the planet, you wouldn't even know

Looks aren't really my thing, it's personality I go for *I attempt and fail at flirting with him*

Y'look handsome today LT *smiles at him*

-🎂

never even seen my face. i might be the ugliest bastard on the planet, you wouldn't even know

LMAOOOO

At one point in time, John Price has uttered the words "Christ, that scared the tits off me."

And Simon Riley has immediately grabbed his tit and shook his head, uttering a very serious: "No, it didn't. Still there, still perky."

That day, they learned that John can swing significantly faster than Simon can duck.

In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

*chews popcorn loudly* this pains me to watch -🎂

GO DATE GARRISON, PRETTY BOY

jesus- did you hear that whole thing? you- i like him, soap, but i love you, you don't have to-

LMAOOOOO 😭

Sorry if this is personal but are you and @soapmactavish-blog dating irl? You don't have to answer, I struggle with boundaries sorry 😭 -🎂

no we've never met before LOL

I've never had them personally but they sound good

Please know if you need anything you can talk to me, also get food and water. I know ghost gets all the attention but you deserve some too (for Ethan) -🎂

i'm eating rn!!!! thanks so much that's rlly sweet :")

What are you eating?

Please know if you need anything you can talk to me, also get food and water. I know ghost gets all the attention but you deserve some too (for Ethan) -🎂

i'm eating rn!!!! thanks so much that's rlly sweet :")

I got a ton if ya wanna have a smoke sesh

christ, i could go for a smoke

You sure?

christ, i could go for a smoke

Weed or just a normal cigarette?

christ, i could go for a smoke

Gang what the flip

*points at you*

's e sin fear mòr sexy

i understood one word of that

Why

What would my code name be? -🎂

crumpet

Yes.

*falls through the ceiling*

...are you alright

Yes he is, don't lie

*falls through the ceiling*

...are you alright

@soapmctavish-blog @ask-lieutriley

Happy v-day

How much water?

The way my friend just yelled "YIPPIE" I'm fucking sobbing -🎂

you two having fun over there then

How's your day been, food? Water? Enough of them?

The way my friend just yelled "YIPPIE" I'm fucking sobbing -🎂

you two having fun over there then

Jesus Christ, are you on a mission right now? Are you allowed to even answer that

The way my friend just yelled "YIPPIE" I'm fucking sobbing -🎂

you two having fun over there then

I think the ask limit either got to me or you, hi I'm 🎂 and I need those fucking cuddles dude, I'm fucking freezing 😔💔

The way my friend just yelled "YIPPIE" I'm fucking sobbing -🎂

you two having fun over there then

I need

Please someone write trans reader, gay ship, tooth rotting fluff with James Potter, Sirius Black, Regulus black, Remus lupin, Spencer Reid, TASM Peter Parker, or any of the 141. I CANNOT WRITE PLEASE, I DON'T EVEN MIND WHAT THE FICS TOPIC IS, I NEED ITTTTTT

Every time I picture Dolores I picture her as she is in OOTF (?) old and wrinkly, but every time I picture reg I picture him as how he was when he died, young. Which makes the ship absolutely disgusting to me (I don't mean to offend anyone)

Someone said they’d take KittyWater over Jegulus any day…I ain’t never blocked someone so fast.

I 💗 Remus Lupin

I've said it before I'll say it again

STOP. WANTING BEN BARNES. TO BE. IN THE. REBOOT.

Idc if he himself talked about it. It's not okay. We are not okay with the reboot. We are not okay with the terf. Do you understand me.

If you watch that reboot, you are going against everything this fandom stands for.

Dad!James Potter x Bsf!Reader ☼ 1247 words

“Oh,” James pauses, his thumb hovering over his screen as he glances at the phone, his expression shifting to one of mild frustration. “It’s work,” he mutters under his breath, his brow furrowing slightly. “I need to take this.”

“That’s alright,” you smile gently. “I’ll take Henry in, and you can meet us in there when you’re done.”

“Are you sure?” James asks, his gaze flicking between you and Henry, who is gripping both straps of his backpack, his glasses slightly askew as he squints curiously at the classroom ahead.

“Yes,” you encourage, taking a sip of the coffee James made for you this morning savoring the warmth. “If you’re quick enough, I don’t think he’ll even notice.” You nod towards Henry, who is intently watching the family ahead of you greet his teacher, his curiosity piqued.

James presses a quick, hurried kiss to your forehead before stepping out of the line and heading off to take the call. Henry's teacher greets him with warmth, complimenting his glasses and excitedly telling him about the art projects planned for the day. The exchange is brief but effective, and you can see Henry’s nerves begin to ease. He’s been uncertain about school all morning, but you and James have done your best to ease his worries, sharing stories of your own favorite memories from school to get him excited.

You barely finish telling Henry that you’ll meet the other parents before he’s darting forward, his little legs carrying him with surprising speed toward the corner of the room where the toys are. A bittersweet smile tugs at your lips as you watch him seamlessly slip into a group of kids, his small hands eagerly grabbing a toy train. All his earlier fears seem to vanish in an instant, replaced by the gleam of excitement in his eyes. 

At the back of the classroom, a table is set up with an assortment of pastries, a small sign propped up beside them: We know this may be a tough transition, so enjoy a lemon croissant to brighten your day! You smile softly at the gesture, reaching for one of the croissants just as someone else does, your fingers brushing against each other.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” You exclaim, glancing up at a man who looks equally as surprised as you. The pastry is now long forgotten.

“No, no, I’m the one who should be sorry,” the man rushes to say, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment as he offers you a sheepish smile. “I got a bit too excited to finally grab some breakfast and didn’t even notice you there.”

“I get it,” You laugh, holding up your coffee cup. “This is all I had time for this morning.” “The struggles of being a parent,” he jokes, offering you his hand with a wry smile. “Aaron. My kid’s the one who looks like she’s two seconds away from crying. It’s clearly a big day for her.”

You offer your name, smiling sympathetically at the sight of his daughter, who is taking in the classroom with big, wide eyes. “Mine’s the one with glasses, who is very impatiently waiting for a turn at the train table.”

You spend the next few minutes chatting with Aaron, commiserating over the bittersweet challenge of watching your child start school. You both agree that the teacher seems wonderful—kind, approachable, and genuinely invested in the kids. 

“Daddy,” A sweet, soft voice says. “Nobody wants to be my friend.” You watch with a squeeze in your heart how nervous the little girl, Ella, you learned, looks. Aaron sighs, leaning down to talk to his daughter, and your eyes shift to Henry, who is chatting to anyone willing to listen.

You call his name, and when he glances up, you gesture for him to come over.

“Yeah, mumma?” Henry comes to meet you where you're bent down, slotting himself into your side as he watches Ella sniffle into her dad's shoulder.

It doesn’t take long after the introductions for Ella’s tears to dry, replaced by infectious giggles as she and Henry build towering block structures, only to gleefully knock them down again.

“Thank you,” Aaron murmurs, his gaze fixed on Ella, sitting on the floor in front of you both with Henry, before he glances at you. “I wasn’t sure how I’d manage to leave for work knowing she was so upset.”

“It was no problem,” you shrug, your voice soft. “I know today’s been tough.”

You’re so absorbed in watching Henry and Ella that you don’t notice Aaron’s gaze lingering on you, appreciatively taking you in, or how his eyes flick to your left hand, searching for any sign of a ring. But James notices. He’s just barely made it in the door after his call, and the moment his eyes land on you and Aaron, a flicker of something dark passes over his face. His jaw tightens, his posture stiffening as he stands in the doorway, feeling the jealousy pool in his stomach.

Aaron leans in, his proximity crossing into uncomfortable territory—you don’t seem to notice, though—as he points to something across the classroom. James, already tense, steps forward, irritation clear in his movements—he’s had enough of watching someone else make an attempt to flirt with you, and it’s barely been thirty seconds.

“I’m sorry, darling. The call took longer than I expected.” He murmurs, his arm slipping around your waist. The warmth in his voice makes your face brighten, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

“That’s alright.” You murmur, that lovestruck look settling on your face as you gaze at him. For a brief moment, you forget that you were in the middle of a conversation, so distracted by the feeling of James’ touch.

“Oh! This is Aaron—his daughter Ella is playing with Henry.” You gesture toward Ella before flashing Aaron a smile. “And this is James—”

“—Her husband.” James interjects, his tone sharp as he extends his hand. Your jaw drops in surprise as you turn to him, shock written across your face.

Aaron hesitates for a moment, then takes James’ hand, his expression unreadable. “Nice to meet you, mate,” he says, his voice steady, though there’s an uncomfortable edge to it.

A few minutes of brief conversation pass, and it's clear Aaron isn't nearly as warm with James present as he was when it was just you. Sensing the tension, you feel a wave of relief when the teacher announces it's time for parents to say their goodbyes and head out. You and James shower Henry with kisses and smother him in hugs, reluctant to let him go, before finally saying your goodbyes.

James hopes you’ve forgotten his jealous remark, but as soon as you get in the car, you turn to him, shaking your head with an amused smile.

“My husband? How will you explain that when he finds out you lied?” You snort, glancing expectantly at James.

“Listen, love,” he starts, his tone defensive, “you should’ve seen the way he was looking at you. He checked if you were wearing a ring!”

“I don’t care,” you reply, buckling yourself in with a soft, sincere smile. “The only man I care about is you.” You hum playfully, adding, “Even if he did kind of look like you.”

James scoffs, his eyes flicking to you. “He absolutely did not,” he mutters, his tone defensive. “I’m way better looking.” When you don’t respond, he glances at you again, a hint of panic creeping in. “Right?”

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