#motherfucker has me crying from laughing so hard sometimes . james if i was there i would laugh at all your bits

[papertowness]

most unrealistic thing ab house is people acting like james wilson isn’t funny as hell

#like when he and house are eating in the cafeteria and house is on his ‘ stacy is still in love with me ‘ stint #and wilson is like ‘ yes i’m with you these makes complete sense ‘ #or when house was in the mri machine and wilson was like ‘ house . this is God . ‘ #when he was playing poker with cuddy and house was on the phone with him so he was talking in ‘ code ‘ #when house was using his office because he wanted his carpet back and wilson walks in and he’s like #‘ hm . that’s weird . the door says james wilson . what a crazy typo ‘ ( or smth ) #when he and cuddy are in the stairwell and cuddy is like ‘ are we here to hide from house ‘ and he’s like ‘ unless you wanna make out ‘ 😭😭 #please his deadpan deliveries always take me the fuck out #motherfucker has me crying from laughing so hard sometimes . james if i was there i would laugh at all your bits #house #house md #james wilson #houseposting #lgbtq #lgbt

[xxmackenziexx]

Chapter One

Chapter Summary: We meet Bucky and reader in their junior year of high school and get a glimpse into their relationship as they lose a bet. Certain events reveal that perhaps both reader and Bucky feel something a little less innocent than just friendship.

Warnings: Lots of swearing, sexual tension, confusion, implied masturbation

Word Count: 3,544

A/N: So this is my first ever fanfiction, and I'm nervous to post a different version of a much-loved character, things will become more canon later on though. I'm new to writing in general, but especially various POVS, so hopefully it all makes sense. 

****Takes place in September of their Junior year of high school. They're both 17 but turn 18 on March 10th.****

Your best friend is James Buchanan Barnes, you call him Bucky. Your best friend since birth, seeing as the two of you were born on the same day, 30 minutes apart. And damn those 30 minutes too, because he liked to act like he was eons older than you and would tease you about it constantly. You grew up together, lived next door to each other all your lives because your mom was best friends with his mom. You celebrated birthdays together, even when you were upset with each other. You shared a party every year, blew out your candles together, took turns opening gifts but always waiting until the end to open the gifts you gave each other.

“Man, this is bullshit.” He hollered while slinking down on the small couch sheepishly, barely even on it anymore.

“MOTHERFUCKER!!!! Goddammit, Barnes, I told you we had a sniper on us. I told you not to go for the loadout yet!” You huffed at him while the sniper took you out after trying to revive him. The screen showing you placed 3rd. You quickly stood up and angrily pressed the buttons on your controller to get out of the game lobby before plopping down on your back on his bed.

“I told you. I fucking told you, Buck!! Now we owe Steve 50 bucks.”

He didn’t reply. Only staring in your direction on his bed with mixed emotions. You played Call of Duty: Warzone frequently. Either together or alone and you were good. Hella good. So good that Bucky’s friend from the football team made a bet with you guys. The bet was that him and his friend Tony would place 1st and have a higher kill count than you and Bucky, whoever made it the longest got 50 bucks, whoever got the highest kill count got to choose a new bundle with weapons and stuff that the loser had to pay for. You and Bucky placed 3rd, but Steve and Tony were still alive, so they automatically won the 50 bucks. You spectated them while they played still to see the ending kill count. You had the highest.

Bucky finally spoke. “I’m sorry y/n. That was totally on me.” He sighed and moped towards you and plopped onto the bed face first next to you.

You turned your head to him. “Your damn right it was. You have to pay him the whole 50 bucks, I’m not paying half for your fuck up.”

“Ugh. Fine. Just shut up about it already.” Closing his eyes.

You crossed your arms under your breasts and taunted “No, I don’t think I will.”

He lifted his head and looked your way with a smirk. Then he began to try to shove you off his bed. You squealed and tried to hang onto something or roll over to the other side or anything to keep you from hitting the floor. Giggling and screaming you grabbed his pushing hand and rolled over closer to him, ending up laying prone on his back while he was still face down on the bed. Both of you stilled for a moment to catch your breath. He bent his arms to use his hands as pillows when he started half rolling side to side to get you off his back. You squealed again and clung to him as best you could. You squeezed your thighs on him, and your hands clung to his arms that pillowed his head, noticing the hard planes of muscles you hadn’t really cared to notice before. You knew he was muscular, he was on the football team and trained and worked out regularly. But something inside you changed with this newfound knowledge of what his biceps felt like under your tight grip. No…it’s not that you never noticed his muscles before, you just never appreciated them like you were now. You stilled, about to get off him when he lifted himself off the bed, with you still on his back. You let out a startled cry and wrapped your arms around his torso and legs around his waist from behind in fear of meeting the floor with your face.

Bucky was laughing the entire time, now breathing heavy, he lifted up more and put one knee on the edge of the bed and the other foot on the floor and violently turned to the side to shrug you off him and onto the bed. Your body was thrown, and you bounced as your back landed on the mattress. You laid there, chest heaving from laughing and something else you were unsure of, your hair fallen from your messy bun splayed onto the bed and smiled up at him.

He looked down on you grinning wide and laughed. “You done now you jackass?”

You silently nodded yes, still laying on the bed trying to catch your breath and calm your nerves. He moved to the couch to start a movie when his phone notification went off. He grabbed it and sighed after seeing it was from Steve.

*Guess your girl ain’t as good as she thinks she is huh? I’ll hold up my end once I get what I earned. See you at the game tomorrow bitch. *

Bucky groaned and threw the phone down on the couch and sighed. You went over to read the text and sat down next to him on the small sofa that barely fit the two of you. Reading the text pissed you off. Steve could be so cocky sometimes. He thinks because he finally made varsity that he’s tough shit, when Bucky has been varsity since sophomore year. “God, he’s such a dick.”

Bucky took his phone from your hands. “Yeah, but a bet is a bet. I’ll pay him myself tomorrow at the game. Don’t worry about it.” He leaned back to get comfortable, pressing play on Top Gun. It was a favorite for both of you, something y'all have watched a million times but still enjoyed it.

You crossed your legs under you and tried to get comfortable. “You better. Also, make sure you leave an opening tomorrow for someone to tackle his ass.”

Bucky snickered. “I’ll do my best.”

Sitting next to Bucky in such close proximity like this never used to be a problem. In fact, more often than not you leaned on each other’s shoulders or put your legs or head in each other’s laps when you watched movies or played video games. This time was different though. You were slightly uncomfortable. Maybe it was the frolicking on the bed with Bucky’s hard muscles from earlier or the fact that, despite frontward appearances, you felt some type of way when Steve essentially called you Bucky’s girl in his text. It was weird for something that simple to set you on edge. But here you were, sitting next to Bucky like you have a million times before, feeling….weird. Watching the same movie you have a million times before but again….feeling weird. So weird in fact that once the infamous Take My Breath Away scene was about to happen you shot up to your feet like the couch cushion personally offended your backside. You moved so fast you made Bucky jump and clutch his chest.

“Jesus y/n, where’s the fire?” He exhaled.

You took a deep breath and didn’t even try to hide the fact you didn’t have an excuse. “I’m gonna go home, I’ll…text you later.” And you walked out of his room, down the stairs, out his front door, down the handful of steps on the porch, onto the sidewalk then turned right and walked a few feet, then up your porch steps, through your front door, up your stairs, into your room and planted yourself face first in your bed to muffle the “What the fuck?” that escaped your mouth.

That was fucking weird he thought to himself once y/n left. But he could finally relax and he was honestly more than a little thankful. For some reason every since he fucked up and cost her the bet, he’s been tense. He felt bad, yeah, but it all started when she went and laid down on his bed. He wasn’t sure why it bugged him, but it did. And then when she laid on his back. He enjoyed it a little, feeling the pressure of her body on top of his. That’s why he started moving, to try and get her off of him, only to realize how strong she was when she clung to him the way she did. Looking at y/n, nobody would think she had such a strong grip, let alone the power her thighs held. The places his mind went when she put her legs around him were involuntary, but not exactly unwelcome. He knew he had to get her off of him. This is y/n for crying out loud he chastised himself. He’s never imagined her that way, never let his mind wander about her. That was until he looked down at her on his bed. Breathing so heavy it made her breasts bounce ever so slightly. Her hair a mess all around her and smiling up at him. After teasing her he had to get some distance from her, not realizing the couch was not the best place for that when Steve texted him.

*…your girl…*

Seeing those words made him groan. Out loud. He played it off as frustration at the text and threw his phone for good measure. Silently cursing himself as the action only brought her to his side. He tried to distract his wayward thoughts with a movie they had watched so often they could say every line by heart. He noticed y/n didn’t seem comfortable. Her body rigid and she didn’t invade his personal space as much as she usually did. But then again, he didn’t either. Then he heard the opening chords to Take My Breath away, knowing what scene was about to take place and his heart rate picked up speed, he was nervous. Then y/n shot up like a bullet from a gun and jolted his mind back into reality. And then she left.

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Bucky and y/n had been friends for all of their lives. Literally. They shared a bed on family vacations, took baths together as toddlers, grew to love the same TV shows and movies, played baseball and football together, went on hikes together. There wasn’t much they haven’t done together. All their lives they had each other. No matter what.

With a sigh, he looked at the time on his phone and decided it was late enough to consider going to bed. He stood up and walked to the bed, taking off his shirt and jeans and getting into bed. He rolled over and let out a pained groan into the pillow when he smelled the combination of her perfume and shampoo. Y/n is his best friend. His best friend that he was now thinking of as his briefs began tightening. Why? Why of all people is this his body’s response to? He had had sex before, a few times actually. He’s had a few girlfriends and was not shy about his capabilities in that regard. But he would be lying if he said the images his hormone-driven brain conjured of y/n didn’t make him blush.

Much to his dismay, his fist found its way into his briefs to relive some of his frustration. After his thoughts ran rampant he finally found his release. Covered in sweat, his breath ragged when his phone buzzed with a video chat incoming. Seeing her name and photo, he contemplated whether or not he should answer it, deciding to answer it despite his current state.

“Hey, did I leave my wallet over there? I can’t find it anywhere” she asked before the video even connected. When it did he saw her hair was wet, leaving wet marks on the Mandalorian t-shirt he had bought for her after they watched the show together. He also noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra, probably getting ready for bed.

Finally seeing his end of the video chat after looking for her wallet some more and not hearing a response from him, she saw that he was laying in bed, his hair sticking to his forehead, his chest glistening, and breathing a little heavy. “Hey…are you okay?” She stopped roaming around and sat on her bed.

“Yea….I’m okay. Just….uhh…yeah, I’m okay.” He sat up and did his best not to make a bigger mess. He made sure to hold the phone in a way that didn’t put the evidence of his previous activities on display for her. “Just…hold on….gimme a sec.” He grunted as he set the phone down to show y/n the ceiling as he got up and cleaned himself up a bit.

After donning a pair of pajama pants, making sure to hide the mess he grabbed his phone and searched for y/n’s Batman wallet.

“I’m not seeing it doll, did you take it out here at all or do you think it fell out somewhere?” He looked by the couch, his computer desk, the bookshelf, and the little table by the TV and didn’t see anything.

She was silent and just stared at him for a minute before sighing “I don’t remember. Between losing the bet and you assaulting me I can’t remember taking it out of my back pocket. I’ll just come by tomorrow before the game to look, I wanna sleep in a bit in the morning” she let out a breath as she laid down in her bed and rolled to the side. His mind wandering again, seeing her like this.

“Yeah….okay. I’ll…umm.. I’ll keep looking but I’ve gotta get to sleep soon. Big game tomorrow.” He chuckled under his breath, getting back into bed and laying the same way y/n did. They both just smiled at each other for a second, neither saying anything.

“Okay…well I’ll be there when I wake up. If you’re already gone for the game I’ll look myself and meet you at the field. I’ll be on the sidelines as always.” She responded, smiling softly.

Bucky smiled at her. “Okay…if you can’t find it I’ll buy you dinner tomorrow night after the game. And drive you to DMV and all that other bullshit.”

“Okay, but just so you know…I’m not getting a fucking salad.”

Raising his eyebrows “Oh I know, I’ve seen you eat y/n. You eat more than I do” He chuckled. “Where do you hide all that food anyway? I’m not convinced you actually eat it, you’re too small.”

“Too small my ass!” She snorted.

“Nah…your ass is just fine.” He smirked, not realizing what he just admitted.

Y/n was silent.

Bucky yawned and groaned while stretching “Alright doll, I need to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow. Night.”

“Goodnight Buck.” She whispered before ending the video chat.

Bucky sighed. Dammit. He was being weird. Doll? What is wrong with him? He plugged his phone into the charger and set it down, rolling over and forcing y/n out of his thoughts so he could attempt sleep.

When you got home earlier you decided to take a shower, somehow settling on a temperature cooler than that which you usually enjoyed. With the cool water running over your hair you thought back on the way Bucky felt underneath you. You had been in close proximity to his body before but this time, you really took notice. He was strong and hard beneath you, his arms flexing as he moved beneath you.

You angrily grabbed your shampoo and lathered your hair, not wanting to think about his body. Rinsing out the shampoo you found the combination of the cool water and the soapy remnants of your shampoo sliding down your chest sent a shockwave straight to your core. Feeling your arousal growing you made quick work of conditioning your hair and grabbing your body wash, you lathered and scrubbed your body, reluctantly imagining bigger and rougher hands roaming your body instead of your own. After rinsing off you felt your hand slide downwards and decided to let your imagination run wild. Just this once.

The water from your shower was now ice cold. With your breathing still labored you quickly washed your body again, trying your best to imagine you washing away the dirtiness of the things you just did, hoping it would ease your mind. It didn’t.

Getting out of the shower you quickly dried your hair in a towel, scolding yourself of thinking of Bucky that way. He was your friend, it was wrong to imagine him in anything but that context. You felt like you betrayed him, corrupted your friendship with your dirty thoughts.

After putting on a shirt and some underwear you went in search of your wallet, and the small picture of the two of you at the state fair last fall when you both piled into the smallest photo booth you’ve ever been in, still smiling and laughing after he won a stuffed animal from one of the games. You tried to beat him because you really wanted that Pikachu plushie, but he knocked the tin target down before you. He chose the Pikachu, teasing you about it all the way to the cotton candy vendor. After admitting defeat, you paid for two cotton candy sticks and then proceeded to slowly eat yours and handing him his, only to grab it out of his reach in the last second and eating it all in a matter of seconds. You both laughed so hard you were crying. He called you a pig and took your sticky hand and lead you to the photo booth, tears still in your eyes. It was one of your favorite memories of him and you each got a small set of three pictures from the photo booth. You saved them in your wallet so you could look at them as often as you wanted. Smiling every time you did.

In your room, you noticed your wallet was nowhere to be found. You checked everywhere. You were actually really upset about it. Maybe you forgot it at Bucky’s, or it had fallen out of your pocket after the incident on the bed. You grabbed your phone and initiated a video call while still looking in your room for your wallet. At the sound of the line connecting, you asked him if your wallet was over there, not bothering to look at the screen. When he didn’t say anything, you finally saw the state he was in. He wasn’t wearing a shirt so you could see his broad chest heaving up and down, his hair plastered to his forehead, you saw the sweat collecting at the hollow of his neck and your imagination took off. Remembering the reason behind your call, you asked Bucky if he was okay, he looked worn out and…weird. You couldn’t place the expression on his face and when he replied his voice was rough and gravelly, finding that it pleased you in a way you didn’t like to think about.

When he set the phone down all you could see was the ceiling, but you heard him grunt and rummage around. He picked up the phone and began searching. Then he called you doll. And your heart simultaneously stopped and beat out of your chest. You didn’t know what to say. How do you respond to that? You laid down on your bed, rolling to your side and Bucky did the same. You explained you’d just go over tomorrow to look yourself because he was so clueless sometimes, keeping the reasoning why to yourself. You had a spare key to his house so even if he left for the game by the time you got there it wouldn’t be an issue. The team had to get ready and be at the field way before the gates opened anyways. Bucky offered to buy you dinner and help you get everything squared away in the event you truly did lose your wallet. After your joke about a salad and some snarky remarks, he complimented your ass with that shit-eating smirk he used when flirting with the cheerleaders. You again were stunned into silence again, worsening your shock when he called you doll…again.

After you ended the call, you laid there, replaying everything since losing the bet over and over in your mind, trying to figure out what changed. Because there was something different now when you and Bucky spoke. Something that made you a little excited and nervous, mostly nervous. Long gone was the friendship you once had. You weren’t sure how, but you knew there was a change now.

Deciding not the think about it anymore, you settled in for the night. Telling yourself everything was fine. It was just a weird day. Things would go back to normal. No big deal. You forced your mind to quiet, to erase all the wanton thoughts in your mind of Bucky until finally, you fell into a fitful sleep.

Next Chapter

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[meggiebrick]

I was tagged by @swishandflickwit, yay! But this is hard to read because the questions won't bold. And now I have to go make lunch for my gremlins, so I can't tag anyone. So if you're reading this, consider yourself tagged, cause I want to know ALL OF YOU

1. Have you ever been in love? Yes :) I've been letting this one guy hang around for the past 15 years and we're married and stuff, and I still like him almost all of the time, so I THINK I'll keep letting him hang around. :)

2. Who is your favorite artist? My uncle Mike. He truly is a wonderful artist, but I think I like his work the most because he paints things and people and places I know and love.

3. What is your favorite music genre? That's impossible to choose! I truly like everything depending on my mood. Except for screaming death metal.

4. Have you ever had a penpal? You know, I think I did! In like 2nd grade or something.

5. Are you single or in a relationship? I'm extremely married.

6. What is your favorite word? Serendipity

7. What color are your eyes? Blue

8. Do you play any instruments? No but I SO wish I did. But I have spatial issues due to dyscalculia and I have pretty much zero rhythm.

9. What is your favorite color? Purple.

10. Do you have any nicknames? Nothing exciting. Megs, Meggie, etc.

11. what is your favorite flower? Lilacs

12. what qualities do you find attractive in a person? Ugh, I hate it sometimes but I'm a sucker for the quiet brooding type. It honestly makes my life difficult but it is what it is. I blame early exposure to Mr. Darcy.

13. Do you have any pets? A dog, a bearded dragon, and 4 guinea pigs.

14. Have you ever traveled outside of your home country? Just to Canada

15. What language(s) do you speak? Just English. American and British ;)

16. Who was your first crush? I think a boy named John in kindergarten

17. What is your favorite pastry? Anything gluten free :(

18. Do you wear glasses? Contacts

19. Do you prefer swimming in a pool or in the ocean? Lakes, but of those two I guess I'd pick the ocean. I hate pools.

20. What is your favorite social media app? Ooooh probably Twitter? But maybe that's because I don't have one right now and I miss it. I had to delete it because of a creeper and it was this whole THING and now I'm locked out for a week or so. Dumb.

21. What is your sexuality? Jason Beghe's voice

22. Bright, dark, or pastel colors? It really depends! I guess, gun to my head, I would pick bright?

23. Do you have any siblings? One older brother

24. What is your favorite scent? Lilac. But I love mint too, especially mixed with rosemary. Or, ooh, the smell of my husband in a white t-shirt just out of the laundry.

25. Where do you want to travel to? Everywhere. Anywhere!

26. What is your favorite film? So, so many. But if I have to pick, Manchester by the Sea. I don't know why.

27. Who do people say you look like? Most often Pauley Perrette.

28. Who is your best friend? She doesn't have Tumblr, but we've been BFF since we were eight. She lives a thousand miles away now and sometimes we still cry because we miss each other, even though it's been over five years since she moved.

29. What is your dream job? To be an author. That's always been the dream. Maybe someday! For the first time in about a decade, I feel like I can do it again.

30. Do you know how to drive? I honestly don't! So embarrassing, since where I live most people my age have been driving for twenty years. It's those pesky spatial issues again :/ I'm hoping with visual therapy to strengthen those skills I'll be able to someday.

31. Who is/was your favorite teacher? Two of my English teachers in high school. Oddly, they were both named James. One liked me a lot, and I liked him a lot. One really didn't like me at all, and it was mutual. However I respected them both a great deal, and the one who didn't like me once told me I was the most talented writer he'd ever had. It meant so, so much to me because I could tell he didn't even want to say it.

32. Are you a feminist? Who isn't?!

32. What is your zodiac sign? Taurus. And I'm SUCH a Taurus tbh.

33. Do you enjoy reading? I am so in love with it.

34. Do you have any hidden talents? I am strangely good at trivia. In person I come off as very flakey and bubbly and ditzy, so it's funny when random knowledge comes into play. It really surprises people. One of my friends calls it my "sneak attack, motherfuckers, I'm a genius" move. LOL! I'm not, though, I just remember large amounts of BS. It's not useful in any way.

35. Have you ever dyed your hair? Too many times to count.

36. what is your favorite thing in your bedroom? The silence! And all my pillows.

37. Can you whistle? Not like, a tune. But I can get someone's attention or call a dog.

38. What is your biggest fear? Burning to death. Or, of course, bad things happening to the people I love.

39. Do you make your bed every day? No. It's about 50/50.

40. Do you have any tattoos and/or piercings? Ears, but I haven't worn earrings in years. I want so many tattoos but I'm a big baby.

41. Have you ever been on a roller coaster? Yes, a surprising amount considering I don't like them much!

42. surfing or skateboarding? I can't do either but I'd love to be able to surf.

43. Are you a dog or a cat person? Dogs! Love em. Cats are okay too, but I don't like them as much.

44. what is your favorite animal? Giraffes, seahorses, dogs, guinea pigs...

45. Do you have a skincare routine? No but I should

46. What time do you typically go to bed at and what time do you wake up at? Ugh, I am TERRIBLE. I'm naturally a night owl, like it is TORTUROUS to me to be woken early. Ideally I'd go to sleep around 6 in the morning and wake up at 2 p.m. As is I usually go to sleep anywhere from 1 to 4 a.m. and wake up anywhere from 7 a.m. to 1 p.m. depending on everyone's schedule for the day. It's SO bad and I really need to get better, but it's so unnatural for me to sleep at night. My body actively fights it and always has. I'm trying to retrain myself to just go to sleep when it's still p.m. at night, but it's not going well.

47. what is your favorite memory? I have so many. Of course the important ones involving my husband and kids, but I love when my best friends and I are just sitting around and we'll say "remember that time..." and then a few minutes later we're laughing hysterically.

48. What is the best gift you’ve ever received? When my family and I were really struggling, I didn't want to talk about it much. But somehow a group of women I've never met (but have talked to for years on Facebook) realized what was going on and sent us $300. It paid some bills and the rest went on groceries but knowing that they cared... I'll never, ever forget that.

49. How tall are you? 5'7"

50. Do you have a garden? In the American sense, like a bed of flowers or vegetables, no. In the English sense, like a yard, yes. A big one.

51. Do you like bugs? Some! I HATE mosquitoes and wasps though.

52. What is your natural hair color? Dark (ish) brown.

53. What is your favorite food and drink? Any form of potatoes and... Hmm... Diet Coke or cranberry juice. Or really really cold water with crushed ice.

54. Do you want kids? no, how do you think I should tell the three I already have?! LOL. Yes. I've always wanted them, impossible though they are. I think I'd like two more, but we'll see.

55. What is/was your favorite class? English. I loved Native American studies in college, too.

56. what color shirt are you wearing? Green.

57. If you could time travel, what year would you go to and why? I don't know. I used to always want to go back to James Herriot era England but the war would have been so sad and hard. I think we romanticize it now, but it wouldn't have been good. Still, though, I think I'd like it. Or I'd relive the 90s again. We didn't know how good we had it.

58. What is your skin color? Peach, I guess. I'm pretty pale in the winter and tan up in the summer even though I try to remember sun block.

59. Hugs or kisses? Both

60. Have you ever drank alcohol? AbsoLUTELY

61. netflix or youtube? Ooh that's tough! Um....i can't choose!

62. Have you ever done drugs? Just pot

63. Ice cream or frozen yogurt? Ice cream. I wish I had some now.

64. Succulents or flowers? Flowers!

#Personal #Answer these #You know you wannnnnaaaaa

[ajokeformur-ray]

Part four to the poly marauders? It'll really good!

Back again! As always, TW for very likely NSFW.

Bold @80s-addict 

Normal is me!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

- Making fun of each other’s middle names.

-  “Orion?!” You, Remus and James say in unison.

-  “Yes, that’s my middle name,” Sirius grits out through his teeth.

-  “ORION?!” The three of you repeat, a little louder this time, before bursting into laughter and falling over each other on the couch. 

- “Yes. You’ve known my middle name for years, I don’t know why you all are finding it so funny all of a sudden. It’s a Black tradition to name the son after the father in some manner. Bullshit, really.” Sirius replies rather coolly, although you can all see the vain on the side of his head peeking out. 

-  Remus, James and you burst out into a fresh wave of laughter, you resting your head on Remus’s shoulder, James flopped out and flailing on your laps.

- “Y-yeah, well, James’ middle name is Fleamont!” Sirius sputters.The three of you jump up at once, James falling to the floor as you and Remus shout “FLEAMONT?!” in unison before roaring with another round of laugher (Sirius joins in because it’s a funny name and James just fell flat on his ass).

- “Well, the Blacks aren’t the only ones to do the whole ‘name the son after the father’ type thing, you assholes! It’s not my fault!” James lobs up from his position in the floor (he seems determined not to move until the focus is moved from him). 

- You’ve resumed your spot leaning against Remus, both of you shaking with laughter,  as Sirius is still by the kitchen counter across the room, doubled over and barking his own laugh. 

- (James realizes it might be a while until he gets up if he sticks to his earlier sentiments, so he tries directing the attention away from himself.) “Hey, Remus’ middle name is funny, too!” 

- “John,” you start, but are interrupted with a fresh wave of giggles. “John,” you start again, “Is not a funny middle name.” 

-“She’s right, mate,” Sirius adds.

- “Really, James?” Remus replies.

- “O-Okay, but Y/M/N is funny, too!” James tries. (It’s more of a last-ditch effort than he’d care to admit, but his pride is on the line.

- “No, it’s not. It’s cute is what it is,” Remus answers, before turning to look at you, “Just like the person!” He boops you on the nose and you’re left blushing and still fighting the giggles, while Remus smiles at you. 

-“Yeah, it really is cute—AWWWW LOOK AT THAT, PRONGS! THEY’RE SO CUUUUTE!” Sirius starts, before seeing you and Remus smiling at each other in the couch. 

- You and Remus are left blushing even harder at Sirius’ words. He’s always telling you two how cute you are. (You both think it’s because he likes seeing the two of you blush).

- “Yeah, whatever.” James grumbles, hoisting himself up from the floor. (Okay, you two are really cute, but he refuses to admit that now after you all so ruthlessly wounded his pride).

- James starts to stomp off as the remainder of you share a look and Sirius grabs him. “But Prongsy, look! Aren’t they adorable?!” 

- You and Remus turn to each other and try to be as obnoxious as possible, batting your eyes, giving goofy grins, and lots of little touches. 

- “See? So cute!” Sirius coos as he restrains a struggling James.

- “Fine, YES, cute! Can I go now?” James bites out. 

- “I think not.” Sirius replies, before springing into action. 

- “Pads, no-what-I-STOP!” Yells a very distraught James as Sirius carries him over and tosses him in between you and Remus on the couch, where you each grab an arm and start kissing his face, neck, arms, anywhere you can reach while Sirius climbs onto his lap and joins in.

- It doesn’t seem to be enough, so Sirius gives you each a look and you start attacking James with tickles (he’s very ticklish and it’s a dangerous game if he’s not restrained).

- “FINE, FINE, MERCY, UNCLE, I GIVE, STOOOOOP!!” James cries through his laugher, “I GIVE!” 

- “Will you stop being grumpy?” You ask. 

- “YES!” James shouts. 

- “Will you admit names don’t matter?” Remus replies.

- “FINE!” James cries. 

- “Will you admit your middle name is worse than mine?” Sirius cheekily asks.

- “NEVER!” James shouts 

- “SIRIUS!” You and Remus shout, “NO!”

-But before you can stop them, James takes advantage of your loosened grip and tackles Sirius to the floor,  and the two engage in a tickle fight, rolling around and knocking a great many of things over. 

- “This is bad,” You say. 

- “Yeah,” Remus replies, “Too bad it’s all your fault,” he says with a michevious glint in his eyes.

- “Oh, no you don’t! You’re the one who brought it up!” You cry as you leap and pin him to the couch, starting in with tickles of your own. 

- “Please, you’re the one who always wants to know the meaning of names! It’s your fault!” Remus manages through a fit if giggles before flipping your positions, pinning you to the couch and tickling you. 

- The evening ends with the four if you breathless, disheveled, and the living room in ruins.

- “Dinner?” You ask. 

- James grins (oh no). “Last one to the kitchen has to clean up!” He shouts before running off, shoving Sirius in the process.

- Remus is a little shit and I’m living for it tbh

- He’d be like “Can I help, you honey?” In the most sticky sweet voice ever and then ruffle your hair and boop your nose and give you little kisses just to annoy the others (esp James)

- (not that he doesn’t love you or show affection, it’s just so much fun to play it up and be as sappy as possible) 

-(you and Sirius often join in because when you’re not pranking together, you’re trying to annoy each other, and that’s love)

- Marauders + relaxing: 

- Sirius:You’re the only one Sirius lets touch his hair. If he’s upset, or just needs to relax, he’ll find you and wait until you see him, then lay with his head in your lap. You’ll talk about anything and nothing at all as you run your fingers through his hair and eventually feel the tension slip from his body. As he drifts off to sleep, he grabs your hand and kisses your wrist, murmuring a “Thanks, Darling. Love you.” 

- James:When James is stressed, you can usually find him working with his hands. Tinkering with things, trying to put them back together; Anything to keep his hands (and by proxy mind) busy. You’ll stumble upon him at 3 am with the toaster in shambles, and ask what’s wrong. As he continues to work, he’ll fill you in on what’s been bothering him, and by the end, the toaster is back together and so is your boyfriend. He’ll lead you back to bed with an arm around your waist and a kiss to your temple (“Thanks, Love. What would I do without you?”/“Hmmm…crash and burn.”/“I…true.”)

- Remus:When Remus is stressed, you’ll find him as you usually do: reading. The only indication that anything is wrong is the way he turns the pages. Gone are the soft, gentle strokes that usually take him further into a book; in their place are rushed, frantic flips that show he’s just barely holding on. You can see the tension in his hands and jaw. Those times, you sit by him, gently remove the book (taking care to mark his place), and pull him to you, quietly coaxing him to open up (“What’s wrong, Love?”). He’ll tell you about whatever is bothering him while you rest his head on your shoulder (and rub soothing strokes through his hair), while you patiently listen and offer suggestions. Once he feels better, he rises up, kisses your forehead, and thanks you (“You really are the best. Love you, Sweetheart.”) and picks up where he left off in his book (he grabs your hand without looking up as you make to leave with a small smile on his face - you pick up your own book and sit and read with him).

 You:(Sirius): When you’re stressed, he finds you. You never know how he does it, but he always finds you when you’re about to go over the brink. He’ll pull you away from whatever you’re doing, put your head on his chest, and hold you while patting your head (“Hush, Love. It’s alright. I’m here. I’ve got you. Tell me what’s wrong.”) He’ll hold you until he can’t anymore (because he’s made you laugh so hard you can’t hold still). (“Better?”/*Wiping tears as a stray giggle escapes* “Yeah. Thanks, Pads.”/“Anytime, Love.” *Pecks your lips*) 

- (James): James is not the best at reading emotions (unless they’re extreme; that boy is painfully oblivious), so it takes him a while to figure out you’re upset. He tries to be there for you, even if he doesn’t understand why you’re upset. He’ll find you sitting on the couch, staring into space, and sit down next to you, putting his arm over your shoulder and resting his head on yours. (“Wanna talk about it?”/“No, not really.”/“I’ll be here when you do.” *He kisses your temple*/*Sniffling* “Thanks. I love you, Prongs.”/“I know. Ouch!”/*Playful hit to his shoulder* “Arse”.) 

- (Remus): This smooth motherfucker reads emotions like the Daily Prophet. He knows you’re upset before you do sometimes. He’ll sit down next to you and ask you what the matter is (“What’s wrong, Love?”/“Nothing. Why?”/“You just seemed upset about that letter is all. Want to talk about it?”/“But I wasn’t…oh. Yes, I would. First of all…”) and talk it over with you, holding your hand and running soothing circles into it all the while. He’ll pull you to him, putting your head on his shoulder, (“It’s alright, Love. Let it out.”) and wipe any stray tears with his thumbs before placing kisses in their wake. (“It’ll be okay, Dear. Not to worry. I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”/*Stray sniffle* “Thank you, Moony.”/“Not a problem. I’ll always take care of you, Love. Always.”)

- It doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing if one of your boys needs comforting, everything gets droppded until they’re feeling better.

- If one of you or all of you are sick, it’s a cuddle pile.

- Usually Remus gets every sickness going around, especially in winter, because of his furry little problem, so you, Prongs and Pads do everything you can to make him feel better.

- This involves chocolate, blankets, cuddles, books, and a pouty Remus who won’t let you kiss him because he doesn’t want anyone to get sick.

- None of you listen so really, you all end up sick.

- Someone like Lily or Alice would end up coming over to take care of you all. 

- Remus was the first to get sick so he’s the first to get better, looking exhausted and already with a few grey hairs at the age of 20, and he helps the girls look after you all.

- When the three of you are  better, you thank him with cuddles and anything else he wants, namely chocolate and books.

- When he tells you that he just wants those things, James rolls his eyes with a fond, “Nothing ever changes, does it?”

- You all ignore the looming threat of war hanging above your heads.

- James reads the Daily Prophet every morning, looking more tired than he did the day before, his glasses slumped halfway down his nose and his hair messier than usual from how often his fingers have ran through it from stress.

- Sirius’ beautiful eyes are now shadowed by bags so heavy under his exhaustion that they have bags, too.

- Remus’ clothes hang off him mrore than they ever have before, unable to eat under the stress or war, and still you try to hold everything all together.

- You are the glue of the Marauders now.

- Peter had gone missing months before, straight after graduating from Seveventh year, and there were rumours that he’d gone on to be a Death Eater

- The gap he left in the group made you wonder just what had happened to make sweet Peter Pettigrew go on to be a Death Eater.

- You end up in cuddle piles each night now, one or more of you crying from worry, stress, exhaustion, and the others trying to soothe the affected person and themselves.

- It doesn’t always work.

- Arguments happen more and more now, each of you lashing out and projecting your inner turmoils onto those you love.

- Remus is affected the most as he’s able to pick up on more than the others do because of his lycanthropy.

- But soon, the war is over and done with, and the four of you find yourselves in a group hug, bloodied, covered in mud, clothes tattered and torn, but alive and well.

- Voldemort has been vanquished and the Wizarding World can be at peace again.

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A complete summary of my Before the Storm run below the cut because I felt like sharing :)

Episode 1: Awake

[ Side note: I’m copying and pasting my other post’s answers for this episode because it’s easier that way. ]

You Ran

Decided to run with this (badum tiss…no? Okay…) because I’m a chicken shit XD Not that this choice is going to matter considering Episode 2′s preview. I’m still way more Max than I ever will be Chloe. Only in the spirit of her sadness and bitterness toward life and people am I most like Ms. Price. Otherwise, I internalize everything. It’s probably not a good thing tbh…But yeah. No war wounds for me. I miss a later scene where Rachel could have put makeup on me—damn it—but *shrug* First time choices XD

You were kind to Joyce

While I might not like some of the shit David says or does, I can understand him and Joyce. I was in the same predicament as Chloe when I was younger, only the guy my mom dated after she and my dad divorced wasn’t supportive of me or cared a lick about me whatsoever. Thank God they broke up after about a year or so. David sometimes has a shitty way of showing it, but at least he tries. Joyce has it rough and she needs a break. Like, damn. Joyce is also an almost picture perfect duplicate of my own mother, and I can’t help but feel for her and her struggle.

You defended Nathan

Okay. First of all, I know how the original story goes. And I know this is probably going to bite me in the ass in the next couple episodes. But, dude. DUDE. DAMN. I had a feeling that Nathan went through shit like this, and to see it ‘canonized’ in the prequel fucking hurt me so bad. SO BAD. FUCK. I hated him with a passion in the original Life is Strange up until I began to put pieces together about him, and then BAM he’s dead or goes to jail and hopefully—FINALLY—gets help with a plea of mental illness/insanity or some shit. The sad thing is, there’s nothing I can do about it. His fate was sealed before the original game ever started. So you can bet your ass in this prequel I was going to do something if I could. Ironically, it came in the form of Chloe fuckin’ Price. I am most like Max, almost shamefully, and I carry pieces of Chloe in me, too. But…there’s pieces of Nathan in me as well, and this scenario tore me up inside. So, I backtalked my way to victory for this little shit. *sigh* Always in the garbage can, I am. Also, as a side note, the “Protect Nathan” community has been bundled into a character, and her name is Samantha. Go, Samantha! XD

You told Rachel you are more than just friends

ALL ABOARD THE AMBERPRICE TRAIN. CHOO-CHOOOOOOOO!! GAY IN THE BAY, AWAAAAAAY! *soars off with a rainbow cape* But seriously though, these two are ripping me apart inside with how fuckin’ cute they are. And I couldn’t not say this. And later when Rachel admitted that she felt like there was something more? Fuck meeeeee.

You took the money

Because…I’m Chloe Price… ……bitch.

You purchased pot from Frank

I felt bad for Frank in the original game, even though he’s no angel himself, and thought I might as well square away my debts to him…at least in the prequel. You know, before Chloe ‘shits her pants’ at owing someone $1,000 $3,000 @_@ And because…I’m Chloe Price, bitch!

You read Joyce’s self-help book

Because I’m Max at heart, and I snoop like a motherfucker. Oh, a book! LET’S READ IT! And before anyone asks, yes. I found Joyce’s condoms. I died at Chloe’s reaction XD

You put the photo of William on the dresser

I was apprehensive of this at first, but…I understand, Chloe. I truly do. :’(

You didn’t slip money into Joyce’s purse

Maaaaan, I had a feeling when Joyce told us to grab her purse that we could have put the money in it if we had kept it, and lo and behold! That’s just a lesson to everyone, including myself. Drugs are bad, mmkay?

You told Eliot you would go to the play with him

Somehow, I feel like Eliot’s going to become another Warren… Plus, my canon for Chloe is that she’s a lesbian. She said in one of her letters to Max that she rubbed one out to Pris from Blade runner ffs. And I fucking died when reading said entry.

You told Skip you liked his demo

Man, Skip’s awesome! Though, he could have stepped in a little earlier when Drew was being a cockmonger to Nathan…

You finished the table top game with Steph and Mikey

Let me get this out: I would die for Steph and Mikey. Okay? They. Are. Fan. Fucking. Tastic. Characters. And I was just like Chloe with the whole newbie at the table top games, but I wanted to see it through! Fuck chemistry class! I mean, I accidentally ended up slicing off Mikey’s feet, but it was cool! :D

You sabotaged Victoria’s homework

And the resulting text session was fucking HILARIOUS. But it’s Victoria. I was nice to her as Max, but now I’m Chloe Price, bitch!

You told Rachel you believe in love

I’m a hopeless romantic, what can I say? Besides, I have to believe in SOMETHING. It keeps me sane.

You shared earbuds with Rachel

Because…why wouldn’t you? No, seriously, why wouldn’t you? ???? ?? ? ???

You jumped out of the train

As Chloe and I both said at the same time when I selected it: “Fuck it!”

Episode 2: Brave New World

You took the blame for Rachel

There was no way in fucking hell that Rachel was getting kicked out of the play on my part. I know now that later you could have convinced Victoria to quit her part if she took over, but still. Fuck it. Chloe’s expelled in the original game anyway. I’m still Chloe-fuckin’ Price and I don’t need no school!

You emptied your pockets at David’s request

Yeah...I didn’t really want to, but I felt empathetic for Joyce in this situation. Afterward though, I agreed with Chloe about choosing David over her. I feel for Joyce and David, but goddamn David and his bullshit sometimes and how Joyce meekly stands to the side. >:\

You stayed with Mikey

I really fucking wanted to help Drew, but then again Mikey is my boy. I’m glad I stayed with him, even if Drew’s leg got fucked up. I’m just glad Drew doesn’t get killed. They needed that money, and some love :(

You asked Rachel for a kiss

HELLA. YES. *insert tween squealing and fanning of self and fainting*

You didn’t talk to Eliot about the play

Because I honestly didn’t know you could. Because...I don’t like Eliot. The end. *shrug* Sorry. Additionally, after Episode 3, HOLY SHIT... @_@

You agreed to start over with David

I am trying to be a better person here...even if I know it all ends in step-douche-yness.

You put the singing man on the dashboard of the truck

Hella yes I did! :D

You didn’t pay off your debt to Frank

Yeahhh because Drew needed that money. Mikey’s living with him in his dorm for crying out loud! Sorry, Frank.

You didn’t tell Steph that Rachel was single

I love you Steph, but...yeah...sorry. #amberprice

You returned Drew’s money to him

They needed it. I’m glad we could do this for them. Drew’s an ass dealing oxy to the football team and being a bully, but he and Mikey didn’t deserve this shit. Sean Prescott’s a fucking asshole for shutting down the ship yard and laying off their dad and all the other workers and fucking with their pensions. And they’re just trying to help their dad. I understand that. It’s a hard choice morally, but I get it :(

You told Samantha to help Nathan

And I’ll say it again, SEAN PRESCOTT’S A FUCKING ASSHOLE. Nathan did great in the play because I successfully defended him in the first episode, and Chloe’s little speech after telling Sam to help Nathan really put a smile on my face. And when Samantha said Chloe and Nathan are a lot alike, I said “FINALLY SOMEONE SAYS IT HOLY SHIT.” Because I think it’s true to a degree. I also confronted Sean, because fuck him. Just...fuck him. I can’t believe we actually get to see him in the flesh in this game, too. Makes him all the more punchable with his stupid, old pudgy face. But, yeah. Sean’s not going to help him, clearly. And everything’s going to go to shit by the original game, anyway. So, fuck it. Help away if you can, Sam! We did well before, so let’s keep it going! It’s probably still going to bite me in the ass isn’t it...? Oh, lordie...

You confronted Victoria before the play

Bitch tried to spike my girl’s tea! Though, I did feel bad when Victoria eventually passed out in front of everyone after drinking her own concoction...even if I did laugh. What goes around, though, Victoria. Remember that.

You told Rachel you’d like to go to Los Angeles’

Planned on livin’ the dream...*sigh* :( On the lighter side, the ash falling from the sky scene was so beautiful <3

Rachel attacked James at dinner

I TRIED TO BE A GOOD HOUSE GUEST BUT JAMES JUST KEPT DISRESPECTIN’ MY GIRL RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER SALAD...of which she promptly then put through the glass table... Yikes o_o Rachel was having none of that shit, and by then I wanted to say something, too. And then that bombshell ending wtffffff @_@

Episode 3: Hell Is Empty

You told Rachel the truth

I know Sera didn’t want me to do this. And I respect her. I really do. But after everything James did, after everything Rachel has been through with her whole life being a fucking lie, after her saying Chloe’s the only one she can trust? I couldn’t do that to her. The truth hurts, and the whole episode focused on what could have been said/what shouldn’t be said. And when I think about my own life, I have a lot of people that lie/have lied to me to make me feel better about shit or to hide shit from me, and now I feel like I’m more broken and useless because of it because the truth comes around again and again to wreck me. I wasn’t going to lie to her. Not anymore. Sorry Sera. And fuck you, James.

You killed the plant with soda

*SNORT* really game? Taking a stab at Lisa’s care in the first game, now? Welp, I tried. What can I say? Chloe-fuckin-Price ain’t got time for that shit lol.

You accepted David’s photograph

Okay, even if you decided to be anti-David this whole playthrough...who would reject this? I mean...he was really open and honest through this whole ordeal. And it’s really fuckin’ sad. So...? :(

You didn’t have Drew’s money at the start of the day

Because I gave it back to him in the previous episode. Though it’s neat with all the options in this episode like with the firefighter’s fund and stuff. Definitely something I’ll have to try on another playthrough.

You visited the Norths at the hospital

Um, duh. Why wouldn’t you? I dunno, I guess if you’re anti-Drew or anti Steph and Mikey, or just don’t give a shit. I think this is especially important if Mikey is the one who ended up with a broken arm after the Damon incident. And Mr. North is so cool...bruh...

You didn’t donate to the firefighter’s fund

Yeahhhhh...sorry, guys :( No moneys left in my game. They looked so fucked in the hospital, too. Bless them.

You convinced Damon that Sheldon was the snitch

I had no idea you could find the real snitch, so I just said fuck it to this guy even though he most likely got axed by Damon. But on that note, I didn’t want the bouncer to get axed if he was the real snitch! He was cool!

Rachel didn’t meet her mother

This genuinely pissed me off that this is a thing and that it’s not easy to get even if you’re pro-meeting Sera. And it makes me sad that the majority--even if the episode JUST came out--of the people didn’t get to meet her. Rachel deserved to meet her, in my opinion. The only way I’ve seen so far is to take Rachel’s bracelet in episode 2 and then give it to Sera at the mill after they talk. Then in the scene with Rachel and Chloe at the lighthouse in the epilogue, Sera will come to see them. UGH. THE FUUUUUCK. T^T

Extra Notes:

[ Of which some are in that above separate post link, but yeah, here’s the rest lol. ]

So, in my playthrough, doing everything perfect for Nathan’s side story didn’t end up biting me in the ass! Which was a pleasant surprise! I saw the other results though...and sadly, I think it’s more canon that way :( Fuck, dude... *sigh* This kid just can’t have anything nice, even in a prequel. And, not gonna lie, I’m a little salty.

The ending of the play scene was cute though. Sam clapping for Nathan. Brought a tear to my eye. And Daughter’s “Youth” playing felt like such a great addition to that episode’s end.

And him sitting with her by the tree in their good ending...just put a fork in me I’m done. <3

I love the entire soundtrack to this game, to be honest...maybe even more than the original. Probably because I love Daughter’s music A LOT. I was so happy that I got to listen to them more because of this game and their original score for it. :)

I love Rachel’s roooooooommmmmm <3

BABY. POMPIDOU. I’M. DEAD. <3 <3 <3

Eliot -- WHAT. THE. FUCK.

No, seriously Eliot -- WHAT THE FUCK.

I loved what Chloe did with Rachel’s star globe and how they took it to the hospital for her. After she got stabbed and “Burn It Down” started playing, I was almost in a full-blown panic. Despite me knowing Rachel would be okay, this scene was done so well @_@ The globe calmed me down just as much as it did them lol.

On that note: RACHEL GETTING STABBED HOLY FUCK. @_@

Of course, her smashing Damon’s face with a board. HOLY FUCK. XD

The shovel and dirt pile in the background with Frank in the epilogue of Episode 3. Fuck, dude. Fuuuuck.

CHLOE’S BLUE HAIR AND THEM GETTING TATTOOS AND THEM BEING AMAZING I’M SO DEAD.

So, Warren is at Blackwell now, and is in Chloe’s sophomore class. Most are complaining about his age and being there, but...I don’t really see a problem. Some gifted kids, at least here in America, are allowed to skip ahead grades and shit. Yeah, Warren would be 13, but 14 is the usual age for freshman in high school. I dunno. It wasn’t that big a deal for me. And while we didn’t get to see him, it’s cool he was mentioned :)

Just, the game as a whole makes me dead lol. <3 Thanks Deck Nine :)

#life is strange before the storm #lisbts #spoilers #personal #my playthrough #episode 1: awake #episode 2: brave new world #episode 3: hell is empty