softness ruined me

[potterlyjames]

ddorcasmeadowes:

They couldn’t always count on words. Words had always been overrated to them. Too many or not enough. They didn’t find comfort in words as they did in touches. What he couldn’t say he told her in his heated embrace, what she couldn’t muster she told in a kiss. Even when they were with others, they shared secretive gazes as their hands touched under tables. As Dorcas tried to explain things, she couldn’t do it and have him touch her at the same time. It overwhelmed her because it wasn’t what she was used to. She needed to say so many things and yet could never find the words, she was frustrated and devasted all at the same time. 

“I know that, but I can’t…” She replies with a broken voice, “I can’t have only parts of you and maybe it makes me fucking selfish. I’d rather be selfish than a liar.” Dorcas reaches up to wipe the tears that have suddenly started rolling down her cheeks, she can’t stomach the thought of him seeing her like this. The girl takes a deep breath, trying to ease the emotions.

“Don’t you understand, James?” She asks him with her doe eyes pleading for an ounce of the adoration she felt, “I can’t stand living in a world without you. I want more of you. You’ve never wanted me like that and that is why we have to stop this. Because for once in my life I want to feel something and that has only ever happened with you.”

For once, James was stunned into silence by her words. Obviously, he realized that Dorcas had feelings for him but he always pushed that thought away so he wouldn’t feel the crushing burden of guilt. Besides, the two were so bad at talking they resorted to heated touches and unspoken glances that spoke a thousand words. 

“No, no you aren’t selfish Dor.” James thought after everything, that he was the one that was selfish. He wanted the best parts from Dorcas but wasn’t willing before then to give her everything. “You know, that I haven’t been with other girls since you and I started shagging right?” Somehow, he wanted to reassure her that he was trying to give everything he could to her. 

“I-I don’t know if I love you,” he muttered softly as he glanced into her eyes. “but I do know that I want to see if my puppy love for lily has blinded me to you.” 

“Can we try this for real? A real relationship? before we call it quits.” 

[ddorcasmeadowes]

She wasn’t prepared for this. She wasn’t prepared for the chance that James might have actually wanted more with her. Dorcas has filled her life with aspiring to be the best and always expecting the worst. She wasn’t soft, she wasn’t used to happiness. The disbelief in her face is clear and it shakes through her, she had never even thought of the possibility that James might have chosen her.

“James. I.” She halts as her voice shakes and she lifts her eyes to meet his, the moisture on her cheeks subsiding as her cherry lips inch closer to him. He was so much more than she thought she deserved. He was a storm of a man, rushing past them all, too cunning, too smart. He was dangerous. He was this hybrid of a man, half natural disaster and somehow along the lines he had decided he wanted her.

“You’re sure? You really want this?” She questions him with a defeated gaze, she’s regretting it as soon as she asks it. She doesn’t want him to second guess himself, she doesn’t want to lose him like she’s lost everything else. The questions comes from the small place in her mind that refuses to be his second choice. She refuses for him to settle for her, as harsh as it sounds, she has pride. Even if she was willing to throw it all away for James, she didn’t want him to regret this, whatever it is.

[ddorcasmeadowes]

potterlyjames:

Dorcas never refused physical touch from him. That was just how they comforted each other, with lingering glances, and meaningful touches as they lost themselves in the physicality of their relationship. Dorcas was everything a red bodied male could want, one that could hold a drink, dance provocatively around him and wear skirts so short he could just see the curve of her arse. No, Dorcas wasn’t Lily but James didn’t care about that. He might have loved Lily, but he loved Dorcas too in his own way. 

“I didn’t know you felt this way…”James said softly as he listened and lifted his hand from her shoulder. “No, and I’m sorry if I made you feel that way. I didn’t mean too.” He felt utterly helpless. 

“I don’t have anything with Lily right now I promise!I wouldn’t be with you and her at the same time because it just wouldn’t be fair! Please don’t leave me Dor.” 

They couldn't always count on words. Words had always been overrated to them. Too many or not enough. They didn’t find comfort in words as they did in touches. What he couldn’t say he told her in his heated embrace, what she couldn’t muster she told in a kiss. Even when they were with others, they shared secretive gazes as their hands touched under tables. As Dorcas tried to explain things, she couldn’t do it and have him touch her at the same time. It overwhelmed her because it wasn’t what she was used to. She needed to say so many things and yet could never find the words, she was frustrated and devasted all at the same time. 

“I know that, but I can’t...” She replies with a broken voice, “I can’t have only parts of you and maybe it makes me fucking selfish. I’d rather be selfish than a liar.” Dorcas reaches up to wipe the tears that have suddenly started rolling down her cheeks, she can’t stomach the thought of him seeing her like this. The girl takes a deep breath, trying to ease the emotions.

“Don’t you understand, James?” She asks him with her doe eyes pleading for an ounce of the adoration she felt, “I can’t stand living in a world without you. I want more of you. You’ve never wanted me like that and that is why we have to stop this. Because for once in my life I want to feel something and that has only ever happened with you.”

[babywritesarchive]

babywrites’ moodboards: Dorcas Meadowes & James Potter.

[ddorcasmeadowes]

potterlyjames:

Speaking of the first time they met, James was transported back to the first time they met too. He had been a scrawny little kid with glasses that were two times to big for him. He had confidence though, lots of it, enough for him to walk up to complete strangers and strike up conversation. Dorcas, was a skinny little too, all curls and big lips before either of those things mattered to him. She was one of his first friends, bonding over their mutual dislike of rules and running head first into adventures. 

He shifted on the bed to face her, his brows furrowed as he tried to read the emotions that swirled beneath the surface of her eyes. They were usually filled with warmth and joy, that he found happiness every time he gazed into her eyes, lately though her eyes channeled a sadness and anger that James couldn’t ( or didn’t want to) understand. 

“I’m not yelling at you!” James replied as he attempted to lower his voice so he sounded less antagonistic. “I’m sorry if I made it seem that way–it’s just want i want to know why you are upset Dor. You matter to me.” He flinched at her harsh words about the groupies in James’s life that hung on to his every word and agreed with him as if he had Midas touch. “Have I ever said you were one of those hanger ons? You are my best friend and that should mean something to you!” 

Leaning in closer, he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Please just tell me what’s wrong Dor, so I can fix it.” 

There’s only one universal truth when it comes to her and James Potter. She was in love with him, he was in love with her best friend. It was the only thing she had known. Growing up along side each other, Dorcas had watched him fall in love with Lily Evans slowly. She had watched him admire her fiery tendrils from afar and it had been weighing on her for so long. As they had gotten older, Dorcas had thought maybe he would tire of her rejections. Maybe he would see her instead. No, so she offers herself and her body like she’s not made of stone. She wants so badly to touch him and he gives that to her in volumes, they both get their fix, but her addiction was so much deeper than his. 

Or at least that’s what she thought. That’s what she thought when they first hooked up so long ago, she wasn’t a virgin and he didn’t care. He mistook her lingering gaze and heavy kisses for lust, it was the only way Dorcas knew how to love him. Physically. She worked with what she got and the older she got, the worse her habits became. She would drink too much, dance too provocatively, wear skirts much too short, she was made to feel like a fool for wanting to be seen so badly.

“I. Don’t touch me.” She breathes, flinching at his touch on her shoulder. Her small hands move up, gesturing for him to stay back. “I can’t do this anymore, James. I can’t keep fucking you behind closed doors and keeping this all a secret. I don’t want to, do you understand? I don’t fucking deserve it.” Her voice is cracking, but her gaze is practically calling out for mercy.

“Whatever you have with Lily, I don’t care. I just. I can’t do this anymore.” She feels the water building up in her orbs, threatening to spill over. “I give you so much and you don’t even have a fucking clue. You don’t even see me. Please. Just go.” She pleads as she tries to move away.

[ddorcasmeadowes]

potterlyjames:

He shrugged as he followed her towards her desk where she flung her robe. “It does still hurt, maybe I will feel better if you kiss it?” he asks wincing as he touched the now tender spot on his jaw. “It’s the least you could do, seeing as how you assaulted me when I was completely innocent.” James recognized that he was likely being over dramatic, but his dramatics seemed to have a positive effect on Doe. 

“Busy with what?” he asked as he sat down on her bed(even though she hadn’t invited him too), it was just such a natural move for him. “And you are my best friend! You’ve been my best friend since we met on Hogwarts Express before first year…and the rat pack? I thought you liked my friends?” Dorcas Meadowes confused him, and he often felt like his head was on a swivel trying to keep up. 

“No! You don’t get to avoid this conversation anymore. WHAT. IS. GOING. ON!” James asked his voice rising on the last four words. 

“Please, just tell me.” 

The hairs on the back of her neck rise when he teases, his over dramatic nature something she always enjoyed secretly. Not now though, now she wanted to punch him again. It was like he was completely oblivious of what he was doing like he didn’t know that he was constantly drowning her in him. He looked at her and she went under, kissed her and she took in water, screwed her and she was gone under all the waves. He drowned her and she wanted so badly to drown. She was practically on her hands and knees begging for him to wash over her. It was dangerous and she was never a girl to care for danger and the warnings it brought.

She tries to ignore him as she listened to slight creek her bed gives when he sits down. Her bed had always been the noisy one, they didn’t regularly sleep together in here, but when they did the damn bed became like music when he repeatedly slammed her down onto it.  He brings up their meeting and she practically shudders. Dorcas had been a skinny little thing then, granted she had been the first to develop in their class, but she’d looked so small when they first met. Pale and skinny with a mountain of curls and he had walked in like he owned the world. She was muggle-born, she didn’t know anyone. He had been so charming, welcoming.

As he yells, Dorcas is stuck in the memory. She had loved him first. Whether said it or not, she loved him first. She had loved him from the second she met him. She had loved him when he pushed the rim of his glasses up, the frames much too large for his face. She had loved him first and it had been killing her ever since.

“You don’t come in here and yell at me, okay?” Dorcas barks back as she turns to face him, her array of curls moving with her. It’s like watching a storm form, she’s loud and striking, strong enough to take down anything in her path and in a terrifying sense, quite beautiful. “I’m not one of those half witted girls that are so damn obsessed with you, you don’t get to give me shit. I don’t owe you any kind of explanation and you don’t get to demand one, Potter!” 

“Now get your self-entitled ass out of my fucking room before I show you what you haven’t ‘taught’ me.” She threatens with a huff, she’s trying so hard to be steel. She wants to be tough, she wants to be strong. She wants him not see how much she loves him. 

[baccheia-deactivated20181020]

the name “dorcas” is derived from greek δορκας (dorkas) meaning “gazelle”

‎❝ that’s dorcas meadowes, voldemort killed her p e r s o n a l l y … ❞

[ddorcasmeadowes]

potterlyjames:

Being hit the moment he saw her was not how he envisioned their conversation going. Dorcas was a skilled fighter and she had the element of surprise on her side as she deftly punched him right in the jaw. Rubbing his jaw gently he assessed the damage with a proud look in his eyes. “I didn’t think all my lessons of self defense would be used so quickly against me Dor.” he replied looking her in the eye. 

“Is it wrong to wonder why your best friend won’t look you in the eye anymore? nay even be around anymore?” he questioned as he stepped closer to her. “I couldn’t bear it anymore Dor, I just couldn’t.” 

Her doe eyes soften as the sarcasm spills from his lips, he couldn’t be too hurt if was still being a sarcastic ass. She lets out a deep sigh as she watches him assess his damage, relief flooding through her. She knew she could hurt, hell Dorcas could bruise if she wanted to, but she didn’t ever want to intentionally hurt James. Whether she admitted it or not, she cared so damn much.

“Consider yourself lucky, Potter.” She muses through her plump lips, she’s guarded as always. He steps closer and Dorcas swallows the lump in her throat, his words echoing around them. He was talking about bearing, he had no idea how impossible this past month had been for her. Dorcas felt so cold without him, without his touch. She had felt like an addict, shivering and shaking and screaming for the sweet poison that was his lips.

“I’ve been busy.” She responds harshly as she moves away from him now, she can’t be that close. She needs more will power. Shrugging off her robe as she tosses it on her desk chair, she doesn’t look at him. She can’t. 

“And I’m not your best friend. I’m just Meadowes okay. You have the rat pack.” The words are painful upon her lips, that isn’t what she wants to say. She doesn’t want to coat him in her ice, she doesn’t want to hurt him, but she couldn't do it anymore. She couldn’t keep living like they weren’t a car racing down the road about to crash at any moment. It was debilitating and her adoration for him was making her weak.

“You should go. They’re probably looking for you. I have things to do.” She declares with her back still to him as she rifles through some useless study material.

[ddorcasmeadowes]

potterlyjames:

Dorcas was avoiding him, of that James was almost certain of. Over the years he had gotten use to her constantly being near him–there for a prank, a snogging session, or talks in front of a fireplace. He wasn’t used to Dorcas avoiding him, and though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone but himself, he desperately missed her. For years, he had pined over Lily Evans but this felt different, it felt like he lost his best friend in a blink of an eye. 

He racked his brain to try and figure out why she could be mad at him. The last time they hung out, things were normal, they fucked and then cuddled afterwords–business as usual. So why was she clearly upset at him? 

After letting a few weeks go by, he decided to take matters into his own hands and armed with the map and invisibility cloak he tracked her down and when he was sure that she was in her dorm room alone, he let himself into the room still under his cloak. 

Dramatically, he flung the invisible cloak off and stood in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest. “Care to explain why you’ve been avoiding me, Meadowes?” 

There is literally only a second that passes between him removing his invisible cloak and the words that leave his lips before she’s reacting. One swift movement. A skilled fist right into his jaw. Dorcas wouldn't call herself jumpy, but being a muggle woman, she learned early on that she needs to know how to defend herself. She doesn’t think when it happens, just punches. It isn’t until the mesmerizing eyes catch her sight that she realizes what just happened. She clutches her now aching fist and rushes over to him.

“Motherfucking Merlin, Potter!” Her shout rumbles between them as the profanity crosses her lips. She’s on the edge of the wire now, the adrenaline paired with the fear of having seriously hurt him. She winces are her fist as she assesses him now, her other hand gently reaching for his face.

“Why the fuck did you do that? Are you mental?” She asks him with a sigh as she looks into his eyes, momentarily forgetting her plans to avoid him and instead overwhelmed with guilt and concern.

[ddorcasmeadowes]

Dorcas relaxes as she’s near her dorm now, her books clutched to her chest as she moves through the hallways. Dorcas moves with grace and a lightness all her classmates thought she minus well be a fairy with moves like that. So she had been avoiding Potter, who cares? She felt the past month come over her mind and guilt her into trying to admit some feelings she was so deeply suppressing. Every time she saw him, she turned the other way. Never alone with him, always in their group, always with someone else. She didn’t react when his eyes burned into flesh from across the room or when he tried to find her late at night. She didn’t know how long she could keep it up, but as she took out her wand and unlocked her dorm, she figured it was for the best. 

Today he would be at Quidditch and she could study by herself before the boys finish she would whisk away to another late Muggle night where no one would know just where the party girl lost herself. The door opens before her, it reveals the room she has made her own. Several Muggle inventions and articles of clothing laid around it. As she enters the same song that had been stuck in her head all day release from her crimson lips, “To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die...” The sweet melody echoes in the empty hallway and she places her books on her desk, moving back to attempt closing her door.

@potterlyjames || thread 002.

[ddorcasmeadowes]

potterlyjames:

“You love me, Meadowes.” James answered as he crashed his lips into hers. It wasn’t like he thought she loved him in that way, but he knew that she loved him in general, because who didn’t? He loves the way that she moans as his hands travel over her body. All the guys ever talked about in the locker room was how hot Dorcas was, and the fact that she had eyes for him made his chest puff out in pride. 

He pulls back a little when he sees her nearing her peak, he doesn’t want to take her over yet until she begs for him. He shrugged as he slowly places the finger soaked with her juices into his mouth and hums appreciatively, his brown eyes gazing into hers. “Fuck you? I want to hear you beg for it, Meadowes.” 

“You wish, Potter.” She growls back as she feels her body trembling in her grip, he pulls at every nerve and breaks her down until she’s practically on her knees. The way the word ‘love’ left his lips so freely made her want to scream, he thought that there were no strings. Hell, Dorcas acted like there were no strings. She wasn’t about to start admitting how she continuously found herself cutting and untangling all the strings she was wrapped up in. He had no fucking clue how he affected her, her body and her heart. Dorcas had so many guys and girls lining up for her, still, like the masochist she was, she found herself with him. Wanting him, even if he would break her heart.

“Fuck. Potter. Fuck.” She’s breathing hard now, her fingers shake as they run through her dark locks. Dorcas hates him for doing her like this, but deep down they both know how much she loves being controlled like this. A deep crimson blush settles over her cheeks and she looks at him through her doll lashes, her eyes burning with lust. “Please. James. Please fuck me.” She’s unhinged and begging for it, she wants him any way she can have him. “God, please fuck me baby.”

[ddorcasmeadowes]

potterlyjames:

“always, love” he replied as his hands and lips roamed her body, sucking and licking loving the feel of her body underneath him. she was everything a guy dreamed about–all sensual curves and a sassy personality, how could he ever stay away from her? 

“don’t i always?” he asked cheekily as he moved in between her legs and touched the wetness that was seeping through her panties. “look how wet you are for me already?” he asked bringing up his fingers to show her the wetness that was currently on his fingers. 

“I love it when you lie to me, Potter.” The words are slurred and broken up by his lips crashing upon hers. She doesn’t believe that his mind lingers on her, she’d be a fool to let him talk her into that. As his hands travel her body, Dorcas lets out another desperate moan. She wants him, all of him everywhere and only him. She’s always an object of attention to all the guys at Hogwarts, but all she fucking wants is him and it’s so damn irritating. He infuriates her and makes her want to drown in him all at the same time.

As he touches her oozing and throbbing center, Dorcas swallows hard and softly hits her head on the wall behind her. She can hardly take his touch, he knows her body so well. He plays her like a lust-struck instrument. He’s bold and unashamed of how he works her, holding up the evidence of it for her to see. Her cheeks flush and she’s holding back a growl, he keeps teasing. “Don’t be such a tease. that’s my job.” She whispers to him as her blush grows and her breath gets heavier. “Fuck me like you mean it.” Dorcas eggs him on, her eyes screaming the desire that pulsed through her.

[ddorcasmeadowes]

potterlyjames:

Devouring her lips with his own, he pushed her up against the wall as her hands rip apart his shirt and threw off his tie and belt. Unzipping her dress he throws it off in one swift motion & James drinks in hungrily the sight of her exposed, her nipples hardening from the cold or arousal James wasn’t sure. He deepens the kiss and moaned softly as he tasted cherry on his tongue. It must have been the cherry flavored lollipops she enjoyed practically every day. “Damn, love everytime I see cherries I think of you and your delicious taste.” 

He ran his rough hands down her chest, squeezing her breasts together as he played with her nipples, pinching them hard as he knew she enjoyed the slight pain. “Up against the wall or on the ground?” he asked as he hoisted her up so that her hips was aligned with his. 

She’s almost to her goal of getting him completely undressed, he stops her motions as he begins to work on his own accord. Her hands up in mercy as he works her dress off of her, mercy the last thing he’s going to give her. Her eyes watch him react to her body, her milky skin and delightful curves. He looks at her body like she’s some enchantress, but really he was the work of art here. He was heaven and hell in one body, he was dangerous for her, he was her own Greek tragedy. He moves on to expose her chest, her ample breast perky and instantly greeting him. The arousal hardens her nipples in an instant and as he kisses her harder, Dorcas shudders. Goosebumps of desire all over her soft skin, aligning her with passion.

“Ah. So you think of me then, angel?” She asks him with a quirk in her tone, finding a pleasure deeper than ever in knowing somehow she made her way into his mind. Even if it was naked and cherry flavored, she would take any ounce of him. His attention returns to her chest and soft huff escapes her mouth, his hands cupping her breast perfectly. “The night is far from over, surprise me.” She replies as she feels her core dewed with her desire, she’s more than ready for him, her body singing a song only he could bring forward. She wants him, wants him as bad as ever.

[ddorcasmeadowes]

potterlyjames:

Gazing appreciatively at her legs and pert backside, James followed behind her a smirk on his face. “Yes, we will and of course.” he said as he rummaged around in his robe pockets for his wand before doing a simple unlocking spell. The room of requirement wasn’t really “his” room but he and the marauders often used it for that purpose. Reaching out a hand to place it on her lower back he dragged her into the room behind him. “The glasses look good on you, love.” he said reaching down to push the glasses up her little button nose, before kissing her passionately on the lips placing all his sexual frustration and pent up emotion into the kiss. They never talked about emotions, but let their bodies do the talking. 

His smirk is burned into her mind, even when she closes her eyes she sees it. He’s her own special brand of poison and she doesn’t care if it’s going to kill her, she’ll drink it all the same. His skilled fingers reach up to her face and slide the glasses back into place, adorning her with his signature accessory. Dorcas doesn’t get a chance to say anything else when he devours her lips with his, his kiss passionate and heated. She can feel all his frustrations leaking into her mouth and Dorcas doesn’t care that he’s leading her into a room where at any moment the Marauders could walk in and see them in the throws of passion. As he kisses her, Dorcas reaches for his robe and makes a quick unfastening. 

Her hands want to rip it apart, anything to touch him. Next, she makes her way to his shirt, pulling apart the buttons with ferocity and need. She doesn’t care for his clothes, she doesn’t care fo the stupid buttons and belts and ties. In that very moment, all she wants is his exposure and her own. She deepens the kiss, opening herself up to him and all he’ll taste is cherry. Dorcas makes a habit of cherry flavored lollipops and the deeper the kiss gets, the more she’s drowning in his own distinct flavor. Her kisses are starved and only he can sate her. Once she’s removed his shirt, her hands move across his bare chest. 

[ddorcasmeadowes]

potterlyjames:

James loved that dorcas was a spitfire with a touch that could make any guy fall to their knees. Her touch was like sin leaving fire everywhere she touched as lust clouds over her large brown eyes. Every time they were together it was like fire and dynamite and James almost felt addicted to her particular brand.  

“Haha if you say so Love.” he responded as he appreciatively watched her twirl around her, her short skirt riding up enough so that he could see her tantalizing backside and toned legs, her brown almost black hair falling seductively down her back. She was an addicting vision–one that James found hard to quit. 

“Hmm–I have a few ideas. Several desserts perhaps?” he offered as he stepped closer to her again and twirling a piece of her oynx hair in his hand. “What do you say, love? Compensation enough?” 

She knows was she’s doing. She’s experienced in this area. No one needed to say it, but Dorcas was easily fawned over. She was a Ravenclaw, but she was like a different breed. The girls in her house didn’t look and act like her, they didn’t have boys from all four houses chasing after their heels. Dorcas was as alluring as she was intelligent, she was a dangerous force of nature. With legs like hers and that brilliant brain hidden under dark curls. If trouble had a name it would be Dorcas Meadowes and it would be doing just as she was now.

They don’t need to say anything as the girl walks towards his dorm. She doesn’t need to play those overthinking games or ruin it with unneeded awkwardness. Some would call her smooth, in reality, she was just an expert at avoiding anything that wasn’t physical. As he stops her just enough to twirl her hair around his finger, Dorcas raises her brows with that knowing smile. 

“Compensation enough, I guess we’ll just have to find out, won’t we?” Dorcas responds as she shifts her books over to her hip and soon enough they’re in front of his door. She lets him catch up to her and reaches out for his glasses, placing them on her own face and leaning against his door. “Are you going to let me in or am I going to have to cast an unlocking spell?” She asks him with his glasses slipping down her dainty nose.

[ddorcasmeadowes]

potterlyjames:

Avoiding feelings was his motto. He had his suspicions that maybe Dorcas liked him more than just friends that occasionally hooked up–okay hooked up a lot. Sirius often ribbed him for having feelings for two girls in the same exact friend group. But it was more complicated than that–Lily was someone he loved from afar as she always made sure to get him at least an arms distance away, whereas Dorcas understood him and was always there for him. 

“Mhhm, you can never resist me and food Dor, don’t even pretend.” he said with a laugh pressing a kiss to her hair. Okay so maybe he did have feelings for Dorcas–he just wasn’t sure if they extended past friendship and hookups. It was hard to tell with his feelings for Lily clouding his mind. 

“Nope, you have me all to yourself tonight.” he said as he looked down into her bright brown eyes. “You excited about that?” 

“Please. Boys like you are a dime a dozen, Potter.” She’s harsh in her retort, despite the way lust glosses over her large eyes. She’s always like that, Spitfire. Her mouth is mean, but her hands graze over flesh like she was some kind of sex goddess. That’s her problem, Dorcas speaks with her body. She can’t stand to tell anyone how she really feels, feelings are where the Ravenclaw suddenly loses her vocabulary. So she coats her words in gunpowder and walks through life like she’s made of steel and bubblegum. Never knowing which one you’ll get.

“Maybe. Or maybe I’m just starting to realize I’m the only person who can actually stand you. Right, Angel?” Her teasing increases as she removes herself from his grip. The tantalizing girl gives a little spin as she walks ahead of him, her long dark hair swinging behind her like a cape. Dorcas is all onyx hair and lustful gazes, where Lily was redheaded and determined. She knew that James spent his nights with her and his mornings with Lily. He had Dorcas’ body all night if she allowed it and Lily on his mind all morning. It was not ideal, but Dorcas would be damned if she let him know how she felt, or anyone for the matter.

“So what are you treating me to tonight, Potter? I deserve some kind of prize for amusing you thus far. After all, I do have a lot to study....” She lingers as she turns to look at him, a heated gaze and a wicked smile on her lips. 

[ddorcasmeadowes]

potterlyjames:

“Hey Meadows.” he replied as he got up to give her a warm hug. Dorcas was one of the girls that the Marauders often interacted with so they were all rather close. “Did you go to another Muggle party again without inviting me?” he asked a faux hurt expression on his face. Truth be told, he and Sirius loved going to muggle parties but Dorcas always conveniently forgot to invite them. “Next time, I insist that you invite me along okay? Or there will be consequences to pay” he said teasingly with a wink. 

He wrapped his arms around her gently and pulled her closer to his chest. “Come on let’s go get a late night snack and then get you to bed.” 

Dorcas melts in his embrace, dissipates in his touch. She’s like butter on a hot pan, she wants to sink into him. Tighten up, Meadows! She thinks to herself as she recovers and pulls away once he loosens his grip to look at him. “Guilty.” She admits to her previous night of mischief, knowing that if she wanted to she could have been joined by James and Sirius. That was the thing though, she sometimes didn’t want them to come. Not because she didn’t adore them and have a blast, it was that sometimes when she went out into the muggle world, she could forget. She could forget how she was slowly drowning in James Potter while he fell in love with her best friend, Lily Evans.

“Is that supposed to intimidate me? You couldn’t get the jump on me even if you tried!” She reminds him with a soft laugh, Dorcas wasn’t as easily frazzled as the other girls. She’d been raised to be hellfire and bold, she didn’t have a choice. Much less with all the politics surrounding purebloods and those wizards, like her, who were muggle-born. Before she could say something sarcastic or well-thought out, James puts his arm around her and leads her away. She’s so close to his chest, she could feel his heartbeat through his shirt as she rested her palm upon it. “Normally, I’d protest, but if food is involved, I can’t resist.” She persisted, though they both knew the food wasn’t why she wasn’t protesting and it certainly wasn’t the only thing she was thinking about tasting.

“No rat-pack group of wild dogs tonight?” Dorcas asks him as she gazes up at him through her long and dark lashes. She’s half asking because she wants to know, but the other half is inquiring about interruptions. What was she doing? Why was she allowing herself to continue this? Why couldn’t she let him go?

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“Potter. Oh, hey.” The girl’s voice peeks out as she notices him finally, her tiredness throwing off her usual observative tendencies. Dorcas had been out very late last night, sneaking back into her dorm had been quite the chore as almost everyone was starting to get up. There were certain benefits to being Muggle-Born, being able to party in both worlds was one of those benefits. Of course, the people back home were in Summer full throttle, she still had to crawl back into Hogwarts. A soft yawn escapes the brunette as she closes the book she was trying to read before he appeared.

“Sorry. Tired.” She spoke through the yawn, her glistening eyes turned to meet his. That action being the worst thing she could’ve done, him and his perfect eyes. Glasses doing little to hide the eyelashes she somehow always found in her dreams, who gave him the right to be smoking? Dorcas wanted to file a complaint.