Bad-Bloom

updated 05/13/2017 

A collection of my work for those on the app to view and hopefully enjoy! 

 fluff ♡ | angst ☂ | smut ☆ | violence × | personal favorites 
the unlisted

M I N Y O O N G I 

+ ONESHOTS;

 eight ♡
•  need a hand? ♡ | college au
• like flowers we bloom ♡ | bad boy au
 see you soon [ft. Jungkook] ♡☂ | soulmate au
• the gap ♡ | neighbor au
• better place ♡ | harry potter au

+ SERIES;

 all too well [10/10] ♡☂☆ | idol & makeup artist au

P A R K J I M I N 

+ ONESHOTS;

 improvise ♡
• until you find me ♡ | harry potter au
• chrysalism ♡
• the endless winter ♡ | idol/fan + soulmate au
• shades of wrong ♡☆ | harry potter au

K I M T A E H Y U N G

+ ONESHOTS;

 dare ♡
• a happy memory ♡ | harry potter au
• pillow fort ♡☆
 along the boardwalk ♡ | skater boy au
drabbles
• muse ♡ | artist au

+ SERIES;

• hold me tight [2/?] ♡☂ | hwarang/royalty/soulmate au

J E O N J U N G K O O K

+ ONESHOTS;

• ♚ behind these walls ♡ | neighbor au
• in media res ♡ | photographer au
• sunflower letter ♡ | harry potter au
• over and over again ♡
• twinkling starlight ♡ | christmas au
• ♚ believe in me ♡☂ | guardian angel au
• you and i ♡☂ ☆ | reincarnation au
• wait for it ♡☆ | royalty au
• overtime ♡☆ | ceo/boss au
• take my hand ♡☂ | amnesia au
• ♚ hopeless hearts ♡ | idol/fan au
drabbles
exchanges ♡☆ | spiderman au

+ SERIES;

it’s all fun & games [5/5] ♡☂ | fake dating au
drabbles
purpose [1/?] ☂ × | assassin au

Bad bitches have acne.

Bad bitches have dark spots and scars. Bad bitches have thin and thick hair. Bad bitches have afros and waterfall braids. Bad bitches have armpit hair and choose when they want to shave. Bad bitches wear makeup whenever they want to and don’t conform to anybody. Bad bitches are located everywhere; from the fruit stand to the club to church.

But…

Bad bitches have feelings too. Bad bitches cry themselves to sleep. Bad bitches stay up till 4am with a drink. Bad bitches have days they get insecure. Bad bitches have days where all they do is stay inside.

Bad bitches are a blooming rose with thorns.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #38 // @loveactivist
fall playlist 2016

it’s finally october, which means the beginning of fall, aka the best time of the year 🍂 i put together a playlist of songs to listen to while the leaves change and the weather cools off ✨🍁🌙

1. all is now harmed - ben howard
2. all too well - taylor swift
3. always - panama
4. angela - the lumineers 
5. antichrist - the 1975
6. atlas - coldplay
7. autumn leaves - ed sheeran
8. better love - hozier
9. big bad world - kodaline
10. bloom - the paper kites
11. bones - ben howard
12. call me in the afternoon - half moon run
13. canyon moon - andrew mcmahon in the wilderness
14. change of heart - the 1975
15. cherry wine (mahogany sessions) - hozier
16. clocks go forward - james bay
17. coming down - halsey
18. conrad - ben howard
19. days go on - greg laswell
20. dive deep - andrew belle
21. down in the valley - the head and the heart
22. the emotion - børns 
23. everlong (acoustic) - foo fighters
24. fade away (acoustic) - rebelution
25. faded (odesza remix) - zhu
26. fire and the flood - vance joy
27. the ghost on the shore - lord huron
28. gold - imagine dragons
29. grand optimist - city and colour
30. habits of my heart - jaymes young
31. half moon - blind pilot
32. haunting - halsey
33. heartbreak warfare - john mayer
34. heartless - the fray
35. hometown - twenty one pilots
36. i found - amber run
37. i know places (taylor swift cover) - vance joy
38. i’ll be good - jaymes young 
39. if you ever want to be in love - james bay
40. jerome - zella day
41. the last time (feat. gary lightbody) - taylor swift 
42. meet me in the woods - lord huron
43. mess is mine - vance joy
44. northern wind - city and colour
45. one day - kodaline
46. peaches - in the valley below
47. rebellion (lies) - arcade fire
48. red - taylor swift
49. red eye - vance joy
50. shadow preachers - zella day
51. silver and gold - city and colour
52. sleeping sickness - city and colour
53. somebody else - the 1975
54. sparks - coldplay
55. stop this train - john mayer
56. the stranger - lord huron
57. sweet disposition - temper trap
58. to zion - trevor hall 
59. trojans - atlas genius
60. trouble (stripped audio) - halsey
61. way down we go - kaleo
62. the wolf - mumford & sons
63. the wolves (act i and ii) - bon iver
64. yellow - coldplay
65. 90210 (feat. g-eazy) - blackbear

I’m posting this, unbeta’d and surely full of mistakes, before I back down. I was having a bad day and decided to treat myself to comfort!Bughead, we need more of those.

Jughead Jones precariously balances the bags from the supermarket in his hand while using the other to open the door to his apartment, almost throwing them when he crosses the doorstep. His eyes instantly survey the living room looking for a glimpse of blonde hair but finding it empty.

Leaving the bags on the counter, he gets his phone out of his back pocket.

4.30pm

Betty should be home by now, he thinks, frowning a little but he sets to put everything in place. He absentmindedly smiles at the photo of them on the fridge. It’s from their last day of high school, both sitting in a booth at Pop’s, smiling to each other. Veronica had taking that picture, cooing at them as she leaned on Archie’s chest.

“Aren’t they cute?” she asked Archie, bringing their attention back to her.

“We’re cuter.” Archie said nonchalantly, looking down at her.

“Well, duh, but they’re a close second.” Veronica agreed, making them all laugh.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, he finishes putting the food away and moves to the couch. There, lying on the coffee table that Betty had begged to get, was her phone. Jughead frowns, distantly remembering texting her in the morning so she must be somewhere around the apartment.

He’s on his way to the bedroom to see if she decided to take a quick nap when he sees the light coming from the bathroom, the door ajar.

Jughead’s heart does a funny flip when he sees her. Closed eyes, leaning her head back on the border of the bath as she breathes deeply, her body visible thought the bubbles on the surface.

“Betts?” He calls her softly. Green eyes look back at him now, a little startled at first as if she’s just waking up before softening.

“Hey, Jug.” Her voice is a bit hoarse and small, like it gets after she’s been crying which makes him immediately step into the room.

“Hey you…” he says, now kneeling next to the bathtub. At eye level and this close to her, he can see her eyes are a little red-rimmed. “Are you alright?”

“I’m okay… just a rough day.” A single tear escapes and Jughead immediately reaches to wipe it off, frowning.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asks, cupping her cheek as she leans onto his touch.

“Not really…” She says, softly and never taking her eyes off him. He nods, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. He moves to stand up a little reluctantly at leaving her like this but Betty loves to take long baths after a long day.

“I’ll leave you to your bath, then. I’ll be in the living room.” he says.

A hand reaches for his as soon as he’s on his feet.

“No, don’t leave.” Her voice above a whisper, begging him with her eyes. He feels a tug at his chest as he kneels again, a magnetic force pulling him to her. “You know why I love this tub?” she asks, throwing him a bit out of the loop.

“Why?” he complies.

“Because it’s big enough for two.” She replies, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips, making him smirk in answer.

This time when he stands up she lets him go, leaning forward and hugging her knees, watching him expectantly.

Jughead sheds his clothes with an ease found only after being in a loving relationship with Betty, knowing he was safe with or without layers between them.

Leaving his clothes carelessly on the floor, he steps into the bathtub, sitting behind her and sighing contently when Betty leans against him. His body is suddenly both cool and on fire, the contact with her skin delicious.

Betty hums as he hugs her from behind, bringing her even closer to him. Her eyes are closed as he turns to the side, nosing at the crook of her neck before making a path of kisses from her throat to her cheek and back down again.

“I could get used to all my bad days ending like this.” She says drowsily, suddenly intoxicated by him as he is with her.

“I would agree but I don’t like you having bad days.” He mumbles against her skin, sighing happily, feeling her muscles relax further, melting.

Betty looks back at him, leaning her head on his shoulder and kisses his jaw lightly. “We all have bad days, but I know I’ll get home to you after them so really… they’re not that bad.” A real smile blooms on both their faces. Jughead leans forward and kisses her, his hand cradling her neck.

“I love you” he says, their lips touching. “I’d say I’ll kick whoever gave you a hard time, really, but you’re much scarier.”

Betty purses her lips in a jest, eyes shining with mirth. “True. You’re just a big softy underneath the badass exterior.” She chuckles at Jughead’s scoff.

“Jesus… Our kids will find that weakness and exploit it. They’re totally going to take advantage and gang up on me.” He says, looking over her shoulder at nowhere in particular before his own words catch up with him and he looks down at her with his eyes a bit panicked. Betty is simply looking at him in wonder, her eyes filled with love and a smile on her face. Jughead lets out a breath, relaxing under her gaze.

They haven’t touched the subject of kids more than the “Do you want kids?” question and he knows they’re too young. On their final year of college, not even engaged yet. But Jughead knows she is it. There is no one who could ever come close to what she means to him, no one he’d rather spend his life and go thought all those stages with. The future is no longer full of uncertainty for him, knowing she’ll be by his side. It makes him feel like he could handle anything as long as Betty’s hand was holding his.

Betty moves slowly, coming to straddle him, her hands on both sides of his neck. Jughead’s eyes dip low for a second focusing on her bare breasts before returning to her face.

“You will make a great dad someday, Juggie.” She says. His feels a powerful tug in his chest, warm all over. “And I’ll be there to stop you from giving them burgers and milkshakes at too young an age.”

Jughead gapes in fake outrage. “Two is a perfectly good age to start educating them on the culinary delicacies that are a burger and a milkshake.” He leans forward, gently biting her collarbone. “Prepare to be the bad cop, Cooper.” Betty laughs, making him smile at her.

“As long as I’m with you, Jug… I’m sure it’ll be okay.” She says, closing the distance between their lips in a hungry kiss. “I wouldn’t mind playing the bad cop with you, either.” Betty bites her lips, her eyes going a little dark as her words linger in the air making him more aware of the closeness of their bodies.

“Oh, yeah?” he asks into her mouth, their lips touching enough she can feel him talking. “What are you gonna do, Cooper? Start giving me suggestions like you do with my writing?” he smirks and Betty snorts, her head falling back as she laughs, the hunger being replaced by happiness in her eyes.

“Here’s a suggestion for you, Jones… shup up and kiss me.”

And well… He’d take her up on that one.

Always.

MPHFPC as Hamilton Lyrics
  • Jacob: “A voice saying "You gotta fend for yourself”"

  • Emma: "The plan is to fan this spark into a flame”

  • Bronwyn: “You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind”

  • Millard: “How do you write like you’re running out of time?”

  • Enoch: “I imagine death so much it feels like a memory”
  • Horace: “History has its eyes on you”

  • Hugh: “I am the one thing in life I can control”

  • Fiona: “Talk less, smile more”
  • Olive: "Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now"
  • Claire: “And you would smile and that would be enough”
How To Become A God For Beginners

Make a mosiac of those bedraggled bones, swallow cloudfulls of sky and roast stars on

open fires. Kiss like the whole world’s fate depends on the friction of your lips. Shake

hands with the dead-eyed ghost in the mirror, tell her you’re sorry, tell her you’re trying. Tell

her that some days are sparks of nothings, how some are droughts and others torrential. Sever

all ties with boys who bloom like bad dreams and stop biting your nails. Don’t waste your time

on wasps with katanas for teeth. See how long you can hold your breath underwater. Let the

light slurp up your rose-flaked skin. Take the small risk of stepping outside. Remember, there

are no comfort zones, to a God, everywhere is no man’s land, a warren to walk free. Apologize,

no being is perfect, and immortality often comes at the price of one’s soul. Take the night

by its stuttering reigns, zip its mouth shut. The darkness is a mere blot on your shirt, and your

shirt needs a good wash. Rekindle the hopes you’d thought you’d lost, Gods never give up.

Watch the world with fresh eyes, in you flow a million veins, in you stutter a million heartbeats,

so many churches to fill. Don’t pick at your scars, eat them. Now that you’ve ingested them,

they’re harmless. They’re trapped. Color your hair and give your body the gift of sleep. Hold

your own hand, hug a tree. You don’t have to scale the side of a mountain or hold the weight

of Atlantis to make a difference, to leave a mark. Remember that the best stories come from

drowned cities. Remember you’re a kingpin with wings handcrafted by angels. Remember

that the moon withers with you, that a firefly goes out everytime you drop your hurting head.

Remember the tides look to you for their lovesick cues, that the desert found a safe

place to sleep in you. Remember that, when you’re a God, the morning always comes.

concept: the two of us wandering in a field where dreams grow like wildflowers. you point out the prettiest ones; we weave some into our hair and tuck others in our pockets to save for the bad days. new ones bloom in their places, bright and lovely as a rainbowed sunrise. there are no nightmares here: we’ve shed them like too-small skins and filled them with rocks, left them to drown in the stream.
—  and we are relearning happiness | concepts series #4 | inkmagician
Air - part 2 (James Potter x Reader)

Part 1


The door shut with a bang.

James flinched at the sound and turned to find his friends standing in front of it, arms crossed across their chests. Sirius and Remus moved to stand on either side of him, while Peter still guarded the front of the door.

James glanced around cautiously, the piercing stares his friends were throwing him making him more suspicious. He quickly glanced at his wand, which was lying on his bed, hoping his gesture passed unnoticed by his friends. But the sound of the door locking told him otherwise.

Well, shit…

He lunged for his wand, but Remus was quicker, throwing himself at James and sending the both of them crashing onto the floor. Sirius took James’ wand quickly, while Remus stood up, dusting himself off.

“What the fuck, Moony?” James spat, trying to get up from the floor.

“I’m sorry, but if throwing you on the floor is the only way we’ll get you to listen to us, then…”

James groaned in exasperation. Not this again.

“If this is about what I think it is, then you can-”

“There’s no way you are getting out of this, James” Remus responded, crossing his arms once again.    

He frowned and stood up.

“What? Are you going to tie me up?”

“If we’ll have to, then yes” Sirius honestly said, toying with James’ wand.

“Guys” James told them, a hint of annoyance dripping from his voice “We’ve talked about this before”

“And still, you haven’t understood anything, Prongs” Peter said.

I am the one-”

“Yes, James! You are in fucking love with the girl! Why are you denying this? Even Peter noticed the way your stare would linger on her a little bit longer than normal and he is the most oblivious person I’ve ever had to meet yet” Sirius said, shrugging off the grimace Peter made from the doorway.

“You are horrible” James growled, his teeth clenched.

“Well go complain at your girlfriend about it” Sirius said with a grin.

“Y/N is not my girlfriend!” James practically shouted in frustration.

Sirius’ smirk went from ‘smug’ to ‘shit eating’.

“I’ve never mentioned it was Y/N”

James’ mouth opened and closed several times, but no answer came out.

“Shit” was all he could manage, trailing a hand over his face.

There was a moment of tensed silence, when all the Marauders stared at James, who was biting his lip in thought.

“What are you so afraid of?” Remus asked, his brow furrowing suddenly.

James’ head snapped up so quickly, that he himself thought for a moment that it might break. His eyes widened and his lips parted.

“What are you…” he mouthed, incapable of making a sound.

“It is oblivious” Remus continued, his words barely above a whisper. “You are afraid of admitting your feelings for her. I mean, it is clear as day that you are in love with her, but… you are afraid. So afraid. I can’t seem to figure out why though. Do you mind explaining, at least?”

James sighed deeply, closing his eyes while searching his mind for a good enough answer.

“I don’t know…” he muttered, his eyes already unfocused as he relived the story he was about to say “She is so wonderful, and charming, and beautiful, just sweet and kind and… herself. She lights up the room the moment she walks in. Have you noticed? I did. She seems to radiate a… glow. Yes, a glow. She’s glowing with beauty and happiness. And her smile… god. It is breath taking. When she smiled at me, then, in the Hospital Wing, I felt the ground run from underneath my feet. And I’m just… me. I’m an arrogant brat, who has never done any good in his life. I’m a bullying toerag”

James laughed humourlessly. His voice sounded empty, like it could melt in any moment, blending with the air.

“I guess Evans was right on that one… I’m just scared that… I’m not going to be good enough for her. I’m afraid that she’s not going to like this part of me. I’m afraid I might disappoint her, I suppose. And that would break me”

The Marauders stood there in complete silence, too stunned to even speak, as the words sunk in. Their mouths were wide open and their arms were hanging loosely next to their bodies.

“Well, fuck…” Sirius muttered, in utter bewilderment. “You really do love her, mate”

James sighed, falling back into the mattress of his bed, his eyes focused on the ceiling.

“I know…”

“Do you know what I think?” Peter suddenly spoke, making the three Marauders turn their gaze on him. “I think that you are a fool if you’re just going to stand there, whining about how you might fail her, how you might screw up, or how you might make the wrong move. Well, it’s time you know, my friend, that you are failing her right now by not telling her how you feeling. Because if you do not act, she’ll forget you, but she’ll never forgive you for not having enough courage to face her. She will be taken and then you’ll be truly broken. And not just you, but the both of you. So you might just as well stand up and have the balls to talk to her this instant.”

Peter said it all with one breath, but slowly enough that all of them to catch it. He stopped short, standing still, waiting for any reaction from his friends.

The Marauders froze. It was the first time Peter was speaking like that to any one of them and… bloody hell if he wasn’t right. They were staring at him, dumbstruck. It made Peter glance around the room sheepishly, as if he feared he had done a bad thing.

A smile bloomed on Sirius’ lips and then on Remus’.

“Peter is right, you know” Sirius said, turning to James, who had yet to recover from what a now smiling Peter said.

As he slowly started to acknowledge the harsh truth in Peter’s words, he nodded.

“Yeah” he whispered as to himself.

Sirius raised one eyebrow.

“Yeah” James said, louder this time, tilting his head to look at his friends. “You are right. I am going to talk to her. No matter what happens, I’ll know I’ve tried, at least. And I’ll fight for her”

“Good” Sirius said with a sly smirk “Because if you wouldn’t have talked with her, I would have. She is a stunner”

“You little piece of shit” James said, while throwing a pillow at Sirius.

He ducked, laughing and James’ lips curbed into a slight smile.

“What?” he continued, as he slowly took the pillow from the floor “It’s not my fault Y/N is so beautiful. I often imagine-”

“You won’t finish that-” James yelled, as he got up from the bed and lunged for Sirius, receiving a pillow straight in his face.

Remus and Peter burst out laughing.

“Bad move, wanker” James said with a smirk.

And in the next moment, the Marauders were running around the room, throwing pillows and profanities at each other, between fits of laughter.


Y/N’s eyes slowly raised from the book she was currently reading and focused at the door of the dark library, as three familiar voices rang across the empty corridors.

“She’s in there”

“Stop pushing me, Padfoot”

“Then go in already!”

“Keep it quiet, guys”

Y/N’s eyebrows came together in a deep frown, as she recognised James’ deep voice.

What the hell is he doing here?

As she saw a dark, tall figure coming out of the shadows, her eyes returned to the pages filled with black letters. His figure approached her and with every step he took, her body became more tensed and tensed. When he finally came to stand beside her, she found herself holding her breath.

Maybe she was hoping he wouldn’t notice her. Maybe she was hoping darkness would engulf her right there and then. Or maybe she was hoping her heart would stop beating so bloody hard for him.

Her eyes remained glued to the book, as she listened carefully for any movement he’d make. But silence was now heavy in the room and Y/N was wondering if he’d left.

“Y/N?”

His voice made her flinch, grasping her book even tighter, as if it was the only thing that could protect her from talking with him.

She heard him sigh and that made her bite her cheek in anticipation.

“Look, Y/N I know you’re mad at me-”

Y/N couldn’t help but scoff at this, rolling her eyes at her book.

Do you now? You’ve rejected me, if I recall how it happened. And you’re expecting me to just step over-  

“I know I’ve been a jerk. I should have talked to you and tell you how I actually fell, not reject you, but I just chickened when I felt your breath on my lips. I mean, I had various scenarios in my mind about how I could ruin everything. Like slipping from my chair somehow and crushing down on you, or tumbling and landing with my head in the wall, seriously that one happened once-”

Y/N tried to hide an amused smirk which was playing on her lips. Potter with his head stuck into a wall? That was something she really wanted to see.

So she just stood there, with small smile on her lips and listened to James’ speech. It was rather… beautiful. The fact that he was feeling just the same as she did made her insides churn.

The things he said to her made her heart melt. And as she listened to his bragging, she felt how her anger was replaced little by little by the feeling of love. Bloody love.

Y/N sighed deeply. There was really no way to escape from this feeling, was it?

“So… I- I just wanted to add that… I know I’ve hurt you. And I’m terribly sorry for not being able to speak up, for not being able to confront my own feelings… I’m sorry for being a coward. I- I hope you can forgive me and- maybe give me another chance?” James finally whispered.

Y/N stood still. She was sure that if James would listen more carefully, he’d hear her brain working. His words touched her heard indeed, but…

I don’t think there will be any problem if I’ll play along just a little…  

Y/N smiled to herself. Her self-control was finally going to be put to the test.

She closed her book rather harshly, before placing it on the table. Slowly and carefully, she got up from her chair and turned to face James, so that their faces were only a few inches away. She felt his breath catch in his throat and saw his eyes widen.

“I don’t know, Potter. Can I?” she whispered against his face, her hot breath on his lips.

She decided to push her luck a little bit more, so she brought her lips even closer to his, to the point they were almost brushing, but still left a bloody infuriating distance between them, in James’ opinion, as she spoke again.

“Can I?” she repeated, tilting her head and looking into his wide, dark eyes.

Y/N quickly grabbed her book and hurried to the book case she took it from, leaving a shocked James behind.

But the shock washed away quickly, as he realised her lips were just inches away from his. He brought his fingers to where her breath lingered on his lips. Fuck, it felt good.

With careful and swift movements, James followed her to the bookcase section. She was currently putting her book back into its place, her slender fingers lingering a bit on its cover, then sliding down to the bottom of the shelf and finally falling back at her side.

James watched her movements and felt a twinge in his stomach. Her delicate frame was contoured so beautifully in the dim lit room.

Y/N heard his steps on the wooden floor and smirked at herself before turning around to face him, leaning her back against the massive bookcase. Trying not to seem surprised by the closeness of his body, she cocked her head to one side, her hair following the movement. She licked her slightly dry lips, before parting them to say something.

“What is it, Potter?”

Suddenly, James put his arms on either side of her head and leaned closer to her, preventing her from making any move. He’d had enough of her teasing.

“What are you staring at?”

She didn’t mean it to come out so quietly and shaky, but shit he was so close and fuck he smelled so good and god his breath was on her neck. She tried very hard to keep her stare on his eyes, not his lips.

“You.”

He smirked at her. The bastard, he smirked and she felt the ground run from beneath her feet.

“And” he continued in a husky voice “you are staring at me. Like what you see, don’t you?”

Y/N mouth was slightly opened now. Her teasingly façade fade away long time ago. When he started breathing on her neck, to be more exact.

He was a bugger, but she had to admit… he was a handsome bugger, with his messy black hair and warm, piercing brown eyes.

“So?” he repeated, leaning forward so that their chests were touching.

Y/N merely nodded, a move she didn’t think he’d catch, but he did.

And in a matter of moments, his lips were melting with hers, creating an explosion, like vodka and gasoline finally met. Y/N’s hands went up to meet his silky hair, while he grabbed her waist gently, but firmly enough to hold her in place.

Y/N’s heart was melting from the fire Potter lit inside of it. It was time she finally accepted that her heart belonged to him. That she loved him.

They pulled away slightly and Y/N saw James smile at her.

“I am so foolish, Potter… Do you know how scary the concept of falling in love with you is?” she asked quietly, lowering her hand to his face and stroking his cheek with her slender fingers.

She saw James frown and sighed softly.

“I know that… once I accept my feelings towards you… there is no way to go back. And when you’ll wake up one day and realise you don’t love me anymore, I’ll be still stuck here. I’ll be stuck loving you forever”

James shook his head slowly, not taking his eyes off hers.

“You’re right, Y/N. You are foolish” he said, making Y/N lower her head.

His slender fingers raised he chin, obligating her to look at him in the eyes.

“You are foolish for thinking I’ll ever wake up and not love you more than I did yesterday”

Y/N smiled widely at him as the words sunk in.

“So… you’ll finally confess?” he asked with a cocky smirk.

She laughed.

“Yes” she said seriously, but with a smile on her lips “I love you and I’ll always do… James

He captured her lips one more time in a soft kiss, quietly deciding that he liked the way his name sounded when it came from her mouth, before whispering back.

“I love you too. More than you’ll ever know”

But then she knew. Y/N knew that she could drown one hundred times, but never die if he was with her.

Because James Potter was her air.


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Sturgill Simpson’s cover of in bloom and bad habits breaking up the time spent on highway 2. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve driven that road, but I can tell you it never gets old. #slipslidingaway