ā§¼ Ā jordan fisher, cismale, he/himĀ Ā /Ā Ā KODACHROME by PAUL SIMON + that part of your left eyebrow that never quite grew back after you-know-what, and that singed corner in your apartment that you swore you would clean up but still havenāt gotten around to, and the scorching memories of times youād rather forget, but still they stay, just like the scar on your brow and the burn in your home. hugging your friends so tight itās almost too hard to breathe, and even then only letting go when they ask you over and over again. singing and dancing and drinking and causing a ruckus, until the night grows old and thereās hardly anyone left, so youāre left chatting with a warm drink in your hand until finally, finally, you need to sleep.Ā Ā ā§½ Ā āā Ā hey, isnāt that SEAMUS FINNIGAN? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the 24 year old [ half blood ] WIZARD is a [ GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be a QUIDDITCH COMMENTATOR. ]. iāve heard they can be quite LIVELY & DETERMINED, but i donāt knowā¦ they came off very IMMATURE & HEADSTRONG in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isnāt it?Ā Ā
hello everyone!!! iām cas, iām so excited to be here and write with you all! for the RECORD, this is my first ever golden-trio rp, and therefore my first everrrrr time writing dear seamus, so this is gonna be a fun journey!!!!! pls bear with me while i figure him out <3 (also, i guarantee u iām gonna forget about the irish accent constantly while i write, so pls use ur imaginations djgkdjgfksdg)
iāll set yāall up with the classic:Ā āme dadās a muggle, mamās a witch. bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out.ā
so yup, heās a half-blood! from good olā kenmare, ireland, where his father lived most his life - he met seamusā mother in america on a business trip, and they quickly fell in love. she moved to ireland to live with him, and the rest, as they say, is history.Ā
she did forget to mention she was a witch until long after they were married and seamus was born, when he first started showing signs of magic by accidentally turning the cat pink, crying, and turning half the carpet the same ugly shade of pink - in that order.Ā
seamus was is hm.... how 2 say this simply..... a chaotic child. finally turning 11 and getting his hogwarts letter was a big sigh of relief for his parents, who loved him very much but were very excited to finally have some peace and quiet in the household!!!
seamus was equally as excited - the muggle school he was enrolled in was boring, and while he had a decent amount of friends from taking up the title ofĀ āclass clown,ā this paired with the occasional bout of accidental magic got him into a decent amount of trouble.Ā
some of his favorite things about his time at hogwarts, in no particular order: DADA classes, hogsmeade trips, dean thomas, quidditch games, the rest of his friends, gryffindor parties, great hall feasts.
some of his least favorite things about his time at hogwarts, in no particular order: realizing that he wasnāt that special because now everybody else could do magic too (and many of them were better than him at it), potions classes, quidditch tryouts, most slytherins (heās a biased lad, what can he say).Ā
when shit got real, to put it lightly, seamus didnāt want to believe any of it. he was kind of a brat at first (i say as if he still isnāt a big brat constantly), refusing to believe that you-know-who was back and that war was at their doorstep. he argued with his classmates about it constantly, until finally the truth was undeniable and he allowed himself to be dragged (see: he asked if he could come) to the dumbledoreās army meetings.Ā
and then seventh year, his mom almost didnāt allow him to return to hogwarts because of how bad everything had gotten. she reminded him that he was still just a half blood, and even if things were okay for them at the time, there was no guarantee it would stay that way.
seamus did a lot of growing up that year (better late than never), fully investing in dumbledoreās army and helping the younger students deal with everything going on, all of it culminating with the battle of hogwartsĀ
the battle of hogwarts was chaotic, hard to place any specific thing - a cacophony of flashing lights and shouting and people falling around him. he remembers three things: 1) blowing up the bridge (while the battle itself could obviously not be described as anything close to fun..... come on, that was pretty great), 2) learning his corporeal patronus was a fox (nice), and 3) watching a curse come at him straight from you-know-whoās wand, only to be blocked by harry potter.Ā
after all of that, well, it was just a matter of picking up the pieces, wasnāt it? he helped fix up hogwarts where he could, spent some time at home with his parents, and sorted things out. he didnāt ever really give himself time to think about the events of his last year at hogwarts, because he didnāt want to think about it. he still doesnāt ever really talk about it; we love repression, babey!Ā
after a bit of time at home he decided to move to a very cheap apartment in london bc he wanted to experience the Big City:tm:, where he quickly got a job as a quidditch commentator with [insert generic news station here, cas is tired] which he absolutely fell in love with. he gets to travel to quidditch games all over europe - and the globeĀ during world cup season - and heās quick to tell people heās famous in the sports world (hardly true, but some people recognizing his name has gone to his head). in the quidditch off-season (and during some messy overlap), heās a muggle sports commentator, mostly sticking to tennis.Ā
heās a bit of a mess but heās got a heart of gold, sometimes he just needs a lil shoving in the right direction. he loves his friends & his family more than life itSELF and heāll do anything (see: anything) forĀ āem. unless they do something to piss him off, then they get approx. 1-2 weeks of The Seamus-Free Zone before he drops his grudge and all returns to normal
iām getting out of control so iām ending it here but pls plot with me and vibe with seamus thank u the end <3
potential connections:
FIRST OFF iām down for L I T E R A L L Y anything so if you think lil seamus over here might fit a wanted connection you have PLEASE lmk bc iād love to do anythingggggg
an ex or two, spicy spicy (seamus is bi so the possibilities are endless, as the kids say)
a roommate (oh my god they were roommates; seamus does like hosting get togethers at their place so theyāll either be chill w/ it and enjoy the parties orrrrr they think seamus is the worst roommate ever)
friendsssss gimme friends of all types for this ladĀ
enemiessss, seamus is v hotheaded & itās easy for people to get on his nerves, but itās also very easy for him to get on other peopleās nerves
fellow quidditch fans, he does give out his spare press tickets like candy, feel free to take him up on that offerĀ
and more! endless possibilitiesĀ
lil fun things:
heās a big mamaās boy, 10,000%, loves his mom so frickinā muchĀ
in the world of sports commentary, heās quite popular among younger fans because heās extremely biased in quite a comedic way, and heās gathered quite a decent following for beingĀ āthat funny sports reporterā (which is, yes, his full instagram bio). heās always put on for a bit of lighthearted fun, itās rare that he does any extremely serious commentating, but thatās the way he likes it.Ā
his favorite local team is the Kenmare Kestrals and heāll never say a bad word about them during games, no matter how bad they play, and during world cup season he obviously always supports ireland. if they donāt make it to the final he nonstop makes quips along the lines of āireland couldāve done that play better, but weāll let it slideā
has a french bulldog named gregory, gregory also has an instagram account and has more followers than seamus, donāt bring it up
hosts "small get togethersā (see: parties) in his apartment quite often, thank U silencing charms
good god heās so very clumsy and is constantly hurting himself (and accidentally setting things ablaze, he doesnāt know how it still happens but it ALWAYS HAPPENS) pls help him
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@machine-dove sent me a message yelling about my tags on this postĀ and said I had to write the ficlet.
Iām always a slut for prompts, so...
The thing was, Steve would swear in the years that followed, he really felt like him and Bucky had been dancing around this for months. Ā Theyād been best friends for years, for as far back as either of them could remember, but after the weirdness that had been middle school thereād been a charge there, a spark of something humming beneath the surface of their interactions that both excited and scared the hell out of them. Ā
Or out of Steve, anyway. Ā Heād finally gotten the nerve to admit - to himself and his friends and loved ones - that he had a thing for both girls and guys at the start of eleventh grade, and while he didnāt have dates of either sex lining up to ask him out, it had at least cleared the air between him and Bucky. Ā And when Buck had broken up with his last girl of the month, four months ago (not that Steve was keeping track), and theyād started constantly hanging out together again, like old timesā¦ well, there was a nasty little voice in Steveās head that couldnāt help reading more into it.
Especially when Bucky insisted sharing milk shakes when they went out after school, or popcorn when they went to the movies, or letting Steve borrow his Varsity jacket when he accidentally/on purpose forgot to bring his own coat to the Homecoming game theyād gone stag to. Ā There was definitely something there, something more than Steve had ever dreamed of hoping for - but while one mean side of him liked to point out the possibility of his best friend becoming something even more, the other, meaner side always shut him down: making sure to remind Steve as harshly as possible just how delusional he was being.
Because Bucky, even if he was single, had never once expressed an interest in being with other guys. Ā And even if he had, Buck was so far out of Steveās league that it wasnāt funny. Ā He was smart - honor council this year, top of their class since heād first transferred to Brooklyn in elementary school - he was on student council, starting pitcher for the varsity baseball team as Ā a sophomore, a key player in every drama production Washington High had put on since heād started there. Ā People were tripping over the opportunity to hang out with Bucky Barnes, never mind the chance to date him. Ā And Steveā¦ Steve was just Steve. Ā Scrawny asthmatic with a chip on his shoulder, painfully average student and GSA representative. Ā He was a decent artist when people took the time to actually look at his work, and Bucky swore up and down that he was funny as hell, but for the most part Steve knew that the only reason he wasnāt regularly getting shoved in lockers anymore was because he was most famous for being Bucky Barnesā best friend.
Steve was an idiot for even imagining that he had a chance with someone as perfect as Bucky, but he wasnāt so stupid that heād go and risk something as important as their friendship by asking him out.
Besides, they hung out so often that Steve felt he could pretty safely pretend they were dating. Ā In the deepest, darkest corners of his mind. Ā And if ninety-nine percent of his schmoopy fan art of late was based on an AU of Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne as dorky high school boyfriends that maybe bore a little bit of a resemblance to the dumb shit that the two of them did together? Ā Wellā¦ no one needed to know.
It got more hits to his blog, at least.
That said, there were still nights when Steveās stupid brain couldnāt help but wish. Ā So when Bucky had sent his text on the Sunday before the MLK Holiday, when Steve was already pouting about the fact that he couldnāt join him in their volunteer plans because his stupid head had decided to come down with a stupid cold, wellā¦ Steve couldnāt help feeling a little reckless.
Text from Bucky Received 09:32 PM
What do you wear to bed?
Steve had been staring at it for a solid thirty seconds, blinking and trying to convince himself that it really wasnāt the Nyquil that heād taken earlier - that Bucky really was asking him that question.
He had to know how suggestive it was. Ā Steve had watched Bucky charm girls since they were in elementary schoolā¦ he knew how to flirt, he knew how people took his words. Ā Which meant - he had to be flirting with Steve. Ā It wasnāt completely out of the blue, not really, but it still left Steve such a squirmy mess that he actually had to abandon his tablet on his desk and fall back onto his mattress to read it again.
Bucky had stayed over enough times over the years to know damned well that Steve usually just slept in whatever outsized summer camp t-shirt was cleanest in his drawer and either a pair of old boxers or ratty pajama pants; but he couldnāt very well say that. Ā Not in response to his first sext.
He bit the hell out of his lip, dismissing the thought as fast as he could, before Ā finally forcing his fingers to type out an answer. Ā
Text to Bucky Sent 9:34 PM
depends on the weather
if its summer just a black jock or smth ;)
He held his breath as the ellipses bubble appeared on Buckyās side of the screen, rereading his response obsessively. Ā Best case scenario: Bucky really was flirting with him, and they could get it out of their systems the easy wayā¦ break the ice on a text screen, then make out like fiends in person the next time they hung out together. Ā Worst case scenario: Bucky would ask him what the fuck he was talking about and Steve would laugh it off as a joke.
He was golden.
He was really, really fucking hoping for the former - although as Bucky continued typing he couldnāt help but start panicking.
Text from Bucky Received 9:35 PM
k but what about like in the winter
do u wear warm pajamas?
What the fuck?
Steve actually started to type as much, but the rest of Buckyās responses came in a flurry of messages.
Text from Bucky Received 9:35 PM
my mom is making me throw out my old superman pajamas and i kno theyre about ur size
i swear theyre not gross or anything
ill wash them before
if u want them
i just know u like superman and its dumb to throw them away
Steve finished reading the texts, dropped the phone onto his comforter, and covered his face in his hands because - oh God. Ā It was so painfully cute, so painfully Buck that he couldnāt help giggling, and immediately picked the phone back up to read the exchange again.
Before he could talk himself out of it, he took a screenshot and hit the share icon for his Tumblr account. Ā After a secondās debate he added the hashtag #Ur fav would NEVEr #This boy and posted it.
He rolled onto his side, staring at the screenshot and grinning like a crazy personā¦ and then succumbed to the cold meds, finally.
Steve woke up coughing a short while later, blinking in confusion before realizing that heād definitely fell asleep on top of his covers, with his damned contacts still in. Ā He reluctantly moved to the bathroom to pop them out (his eyes were already a sticky, awful mess, so leaving them in absolutely wasnāt worth how heād feel in the morning), then stumbled back to his bed, groaning when he noticed the time on his alarm clock.
He face-planted back into his pillow, only to bash his nose against the cold, hard surface of his phone. Ā With a curse he moved the damned thing to his nightstand - then remembered how heād fell asleep in the first place. Ā He knocked three books on the floor feeling for his glasses on the nightstand, but finally got them on his nose and pulled his phone screen close to his face, blinking in surprise when he saw his Tumblr app notifications.
With a little red bubble that read 1,000+ next to it.
Steve opened the app with shaking fingers, only to laugh out loud when he realized which post it was that had blown up. Ā He hadnāt imagined the interchange with Bucky, and apparently the entire damned internet was every bit as charmed as heād felt. Ā A quick scroll through his inbox confirmed that at least fifty people thought they should get married.
Whichā¦ was probably jumping the gun, but was something that Steve couldnāt help preening over, just a little.
Text to Bucky sent 06:03 AM
I PUT THIS CONVO ON THE INTERNET
If nothing else, Buck would get a good laugh out of it in the morning, Steve figured with a giggle.
A giggle that stopped as soon as the blue check mark appeared next to Buckyās name.
Text from Bucky received 06:03 AM
hmmmmm?
Steve - had definitely not expected Buck to be up yet, but he could hardly abandon the conversation now.
Text to Bucky sent 06:04 AM
I put this on tumblr. Ā U should see the responses!
It vaguely occurred to Steve that he probably should have asked for permission ahead of time, but it was Bucky. Ā And it wasnāt as if heād said anything terrible - if anything, Steve came out looking like the pervy idiot.
Besides, none of their classmates would guess that this random Bucky on the internet was their Bucky: no one outside of their immediate friend group knew that Buck was such a dork, or would believe it in the first place.
Text from Bucky received 06:04 AM
is that ur art site?
Steve hid his grin behind his hand. Ā His art site. Ā Pleaseā¦
Text to Bucky sent 06:04 AM
yeah sort of. Ā i post on it sometimes
it got huge responses!
more than any drawings :P
PS how old r these pjs? Ā if they r gonna fit me? XD
Text from Bucky received 06:04 AM
shit
Steveās heart sank in his chest as the ellipse button appeared immediately under Buckyās response. Ā He was in the middle of stumbling out of bed to retrieve his laptop to delete the damned thing when his phone chimed again.
Text from Bucky received 06:05 AM
i lied to millions of ppl on the internet
my mom isnt making me throw my pajamas out
i saw them at target
Steve was about to laugh and make a snarky reply about the āmillionsā part (he had a grand total of five hundred twenty-three people following his crappy fan art blog, but Bucky always was one for dramatics) but the rest of Buckyās rant stopped him cold.
Text from Bucky received 06:05 AM
they were on sale tho
i know we already did xmas presents
they just made me think of u
Steveās smile was so wide his face ached. Ā The ellipses kept coming.
Text from Bucky received 06:06 AM
no they werent
they werent on sale
thats another lie
sorry tumbler
can they see this now???
Steve was dying. Ā Bucky was going to actually kill him with adorableness, and he didnāt even seem to realize it. Ā After smothering a squeal in his pillow Steve got his shit together and started typing back.
Text to Bucky sent 06:06AM
nope! no worries ;)
He gnawed viciously on his bottom lip as he typed up his follow up, started to delete it twice, then finally manned up and hit send. Ā
Steve was a lot of things, but he sure as hell hoped he wouldnāt ever be called a coward.
Text to Bucky sent 06:07 AM
i got about 50 message overnight tho
they all say iāve gotta marry you XD
The emoticon, Steve decided when he saw the blue checkmark beneath it, was a nice touch. Ā If Buck freaked out now, he could just laugh the whole thing off as a joke.
(he wasnāt laughing while the ellipse bubble flashed next to Buckyās name ten billion times in the next two minutes)
Text from Bucky sent 06:08 AM
we should prob start with coffee first
if ur feeling better i can pick u up tuesday?
is seven okay?
Steve stared at his phone for a solid thirty seconds, gaping in shock, before pressing the call button next to Buckyās name with shaking fingers. Ā Seven was perfect, but he could hardly trust himself to type as much.
